horrible costume

Little Red and the Big Bad Wolf

Modern AU

Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Author(s): Lil Laddie

Words: 1544

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut, kissing

A/N: Happy Halloween! I hope you all have enjoyed Spoopy Week! There may be one or two more Halloween imagines up today, but still it is sadly the end of Spoopy Week! Love you all!

“My Halloween party is going to be great! You coming, (Y/N)?” Alex asked, his face covered with a wide grin.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world! Who’s going?” You asked, smiling just as brightly as he was.

“I invited pretty much everyone we know.” Alex said.

“Even Eliza?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Oh, shut up!” Alex yelled, his face turning a bright red.

“Don’t be embarrassed, you two are cute together.” You said, causing Alex’s face to grow an even brighter red.

“Stop!” Alex covered his face with his hands.

“Hey, Hamilton!” You stopped your teasing to see Jefferson approaching the two of you.

“What do you want, Jefferson?” Alex growled, glaring at the puffy haired man.

“Just wanted to ask you something about your Halloween party tonight. Is it a costume party?” He asked, shifting his eyes every so often to look at you.

“Yes, it is and you better be wearing a good costume.” Alex said, rolling his eyes. “What a stupid question. Why wouldn’t a Halloween party be a costume party?”

“Wait! You invited Jefferson?” You asked in horror.

“I said that I invited everyone we knew.” Alex shrugged.

“I didn’t think that included him!” You exclaimed, pointing at Jefferson.

“I’m still standing here.” Jefferson said, watching in distaste at the exchange between you and Alexander.

“I noticed.” You rolled your eyes.

“Chill, (Y/N). I invited him to show him that I throw the best parties and that he could never out do me.” Alex smirked at Jefferson.

“I never throw parties.” Jefferson said, raising an eyebrow at Alex.

“Exactly.” Alex nodded his head, looking very proud of himself.

“Don’t you have a meeting right now?” You asked Alex, looking down at your watch.

“Damn it! Thank for reminding me. See you tonight!” Alex called over his shoulder, beginning to sprint down the street.

“So, what are you dressing up as tonight?” Jefferson asked, his eyes still on Alex’s retreating figure.

“Why do you want to know?” You asked, ready to defend yourself.

“Just curious.” He shrugged, turning to face you.

“I’m not sure yet, I’m not as lucky as you.” You said, watching Jefferson’s face contort in confusion.

“What do you mean?” He asked, his head tilting slightly.

“You don’t need to buy a costume. Your horrible personality is terrifying enough.” You shook your head sadly.

“Wow, (Y/N). That was low.” Jefferson glared at you.

“Yeah, I know. See you tonight, Jefferson.” You turned and began walking away. Jefferson’s eyes not straying from your back until you turned a corner.

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You arrived at Alex’s house when the party was already in full swing. You were only a half hour late, yet it looked as if everybody had already arrived. You smiled at those you knew, as you pushed your way through the house.

“(Y/N)!” You heard a girl scream from across the living room.

“Eliza!” You squealed, racing into the girls open arms. “You look adorable.”

You grinned at Eliza’s costume. She was dressed as Sandy Dee from Grease and from where you were standing, it looked like Alex had dressed up as Danny Zuko.

“Oh, thank you! I didn’t think Alex would actually be okay with dressing up as Danny Zuko.” She blushed, glancing over at Alex. “But, I love your costume! You’re actually matching someone that already came.”

“I am?” You looked down at your costume. “Someone dressed up as an old lady?”

You were dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. You couldn’t think of a single costume that would match this. An old lady? A lumberjack?

“No silly, he’s dressed as the Big Bad Wolf.” She grinned, winking at you. “Maybe the two of you could hook up tonight.”

“Hm, maybe. That does sound a bit kinky though.” You smirked, winking back at her.

“Oh my God, speaking of the devil. Good luck.” She hugged you again, quickly walking to Alexander’s side.

“Looks like we’re matching.” You turned, your face inches apart from the man dressed as the wolf.

“It would seem so.” You said, studying the man in front of you. He seemed distinctly familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Would it be rude of me to hope you didn’t bring a date to this party?” He asked, smiling at you.

“Why would you not want me to bring a date?” You laughed, raising a brow at the strange question.

“Because I was hoping that I could spend the majority of the night with you.” He laughed with you.

“I would enjoy that very much. Want to go get a drink with me?” You motioned to the kitchen.

“It would be my pleasure.” He held out an arm for you to loop yours through.

The two of you got shot after shot. You never ran out of things to talk about, and agreed on many topics. That didn’t mean that you disagreed on some things, but even then he was able to be very respectful of your opinion and try to see it from your perspective.

Talking to him seemed like one of the easiest things you’ve ever done. As the night was drawing to a close, you grew sad. You didn’t know if you would ever see him again. You hadn’t even learned his name yet!

“I like you a lot, wolfy.” You smiled, leaning slightly on him.

“I like you too, red.” He kissed the top of your head lightly.

“I’ve honestly never felt like this with someone before. Is that weird of me to say?” You looked up at him, slightly nervous to hear his response.

“Not at all, I feel the exact same way. I’ve never been able to connect with someone this easily.” He intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I don’t want this night to end.” You sighed, watching people say their goodbyes.

“It doesn’t have to end. Would you like to come home with the Big Bad Wolf?” He smirked.

“I would love too.” You smirked back at him, the two of you walking hand in hand past a very shocked Alexander. “What’s his deal?”

“I have no idea.” You could see Eliza having to hold back Alexander from running straight at you. The look of horror on his face was unforgettable.

~~~

You slowly woke up, the sun blinding your eyes. The sun never shined in your room like this. You shifted slightly in the bed, the sheets feeling softer than normal. You shrugged it off, nuzzling your face deeper into the pillow, only to feel it vibrate with a laugh.

“Well, good morning to you too.” A deep voice rumbled in your ear.

You shot up in shock, looking around at your surroundings. This was most definitely not your room. You heard another chuckle from behind you. You slowly turned around, to be face to face with Jefferson.

“Jefferson?” You asked, your eyes widening.

“Hi.” He smiled at you. The surprising thing was, it was a genuine smile, not one of his smug smirks.

“How did we end up here?” You asked, fidgeting with your untamed hair. Unconsciously trying to get out the knots.

“You wanted to go home with me. Will you stop messing with your hair? Trust me you look beautiful.” He reached out and grabbed your hands gently.

“You’re the wolf?” You looked down at how easily the two of your hands had intertwined so easily.

“I thought you knew that…” Thomas started to trail off, you could see pain flash through his eyes.

“Um, no. Did you know it was me?” You asked, beginning to slowly play with his fingers.

“Yeah, I knew it was you when I came and approached you.” He watched with a small smile as you played with his hands.

“So we…” You trailed off, beginning to stare at his shirtless chest.

You don’t know how you hadn’t noticed that before. To say the least, it was very distracting.

“Yup…” He stared at you sadly. “I’m sorry to have put you in this position, (Y/N). I just assumed that you knew it was me and I hoped…”

“You hoped what?” You asked, looking at the bed. It was too hard to look him in the eyes.

“I hoped that you liked me as much as I liked you.” He sighed, slowly peeling his hands away from yours.

“What if I did like you back?” You asked, slowly bringing your eyes to meet his.

“What did you say?” He asked, perking up slowly.

“If I liked you back, what would we do? Cause my best friend hates you. Not to mention, that we constantly argue. I’m not sure if this would even work out, but what if I did like you?” Thomas slowly inched towards you, his face becoming inches from yours.

“Then I say, what the hell? I like you, you like me. This may not be love, but if it is, isn’t it said that it’s able to defy anything?” You could feel his warm breath on your face as he spoke.

“Then, I like you. I like you a lot, Thomas.” You smiled, shifting your eyes from his, to his lips.

“Good, because I’ve liked you for way too long now.” He grinned, slowly closing the distance between you.

Everything, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Prom night with your best friend is the perfect night for Lin to get something off his chest.

Words: 2,725

Author’s Note: Prom season is upon us (at least, for any high schoolers out there!) and this is inspired by that (and by my own prom a bit, although none of this happened to me and my group saw Civil War after)! Hope you enjoy this 2.7k fluff fest.

Warnings: Nothing? If there’s anything please tell me.

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“Good God, Lin.” You mutter as he strutted into the living room, coat tails flapping behind him.

Your parents laughed and clapped at his entrance, snapping as many pictures as they could at the event. It wasn’t the exact image you had had of your prom as a kid, but you certainly weren’t putting up a fight.

Watching your best friend strike a few poses in his rented tux, hair gelled halfway to hell, holding a delicate flower in a plastic container in his hand was so much more than what you had pictured.

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thornhands  asked:

♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other's lap.

Thank you so much for this! I love filling prompts and this one was no exception. Also, it’s the longest one I’ve written yet, so I hope you like it!

 This takes place during The Cost of Salvation, when Reyes practically lives on the  Tempest for two weeks to take care of Sara. 

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Reyes helped Sara down onto the couch, his hands firm but gentle as he guided her into a careful seated position. He didn’t jostle her, and took extra care to be sure that the tender sutures on the back of her head didn’t bump against the back of the sofa.

Normally, Sara would complain about his fussing over her, but she was exhausted. She’d insisted on doing as many laps around the Tempest as she could without his help. That turned out to be about two and a half, after which he helped her walk back to her room, his arm firm and steady under hers.

Once he was sure she was settled he moved about room. She watched him in tired silence as he grabbed a pillow from her bed and a blanket. Wordlessly, he tilted her head forward, and tucked the pillow behind it.

She sighed at the relief of not having to hold her own head up. The pillow was propped perfectly so that she could see the screen without having to move. Then he draped the blanket over her.

“Reyes,” she said.

He looked at her, worry creasing the corners of his golden eyes. “Do you want popcorn?” He asked. But he didn’t wait for her response. “Of course you do. I do,” he said with a smile. “I’ll get some water too.”

She knew he thought she was crazy for demanding they watch a vid, but she was so sick of laying down all the time that even sitting on the sofa seemed exciting.

“Reyes,” she said again, louder this time.

He stopped tucking the blanket in around her and looked at her. “Do you want anything else?”

She shook her head, and hissed as her sutures scraped against the fabric of the pillow.

“Princesa,” he murmured. “Por favor, deja de hacerte daño,” he said, his hands on either side of her face, keeping her still.

She puckered her lips, silently asking for a kiss. He obliged, and though she was damaged goods at the moment, she was frustrated at how chaste his lips were against hers. When he broke the kiss she smiled at him. “That’s all I wanted.”

He grinned, and then left the room to get their drinks and popcorn. While he was gone she managed to cue up the vid, with SAM’s help, and had just settled back into her pillow when Reyes returned. The aroma of the popcorn almost made her forget how broken she was. It almost felt like a normal night in with her boyfriend, not that they’d ever had that before. Apparently one of them needed to be practically bedridden for them to get a little rest and relaxation.

He frowned when he saw the vid cued up on the screen. “I would have done that,” he said as he dimmed the lights and then sat beside her.

“SAM helped,” she said, leaving out the effort it had taken to get her pillow back to just the right spot after she’d leaned too far forward.

He set the popcorn on her lap, and sat with their sides flush together. She relished the closeness of him, thankful for his literal support as she leaned against him slightly. But, she also just enjoyed the closeness they shared these last few days, even if she’d been a grump a lot of the time.

Reyes started the movie, which Sara chose at random from Liam’s pirated collection. It was some turian film about the rachni wars that proved to be much funnier than it intended to be. Apparently they couldn’t get any krogan to agree to be in the film, so an all turian cast were in terrible costumes, saying horribly stereotypical krogan things.

“Ha! They’re dead!” One turian-turned-krogan cried as it punched what was supposed to be a rachni queen in the face.  

Sara laughed, but was surprised when Reyes didn’t. She looked over to see his face illuminated in orange and yellow light as ships exploded on the screen. He was asleep, his head lolled back against the couch, mouth slightly open.

Gingerly, Sara dropped the empty popcorn bowl onto the floor beside her feet.

“Reyes,” she murmured.

He grunted, but didn’t wake.

She was so tired, and so weak from her whole ordeal that she wasn’t sure she could move him. But she was sure that he couldn’t sleep like that or he’d have a stiff neck and a headache the next day.

“Reyes,” she tried again.

“Hm?” He moaned, his head tilting toward her slightly.

She patted her lap. “Come here,” she said. “Lay down.”

He was asleep enough that he forgot she was injured, otherwise she was sure he would never have scooted down to lay his head in her lap. But she was happy he did. He sighed as he wiggled into a more comfortable position, lying on his back, legs up on the arm of the couch, and his head resting in her blanketed lap.

She considered his face for a moment. Even in the shadowy room she could see the circles under his eyes, the evidence of just how little sleep he’d had since she was hurt. He’d been with her this whole time, barely sleeping, barely eating if Scott was to be believed. She sighed and ran her fingers through his hair.

A quiet, contented moan rumbled in his throat, and the tension at the corners of his eyes eased away. So she continued her ministrations, a steady soothing rhythm against his scalp as she tried not to laugh too hard at the remaining terrible scenes in the movie.

Though, judging from the peaceful little snores in the back of his throat, Reyes would sleep right through just about anything at that moment. And Sara was glad. There was no where else she wanted him to be.

I’ve lost my daddy

I really can’t create titles.

Summary: Phil works at a holiday site, working onstage and introducing acts and entertaining the audience. Dan has a son- who is lost.

This is based off Haven holiday site (in England) if you’re wondering.

Words: 1041

Warnings: Lost Child- but only like losing your mum whilst shopping lost.

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MBTI types at anime conventions

ESTJ: Probably there for a gaming contest. Not very likely to approach cosplayers but if they do, they don’t show their fangirl-side.

ISTJ: Most likely just wanted to meet up with someone who wanted to go to the convention and it was a convenient opportunity. You will never know if they really enjoyed it or not but they don’t necessarily look unhappy afterwards.

ESFJ: Maybe got some freaky cosplay idea that they’re showing off. They definitely openly walk up to people and talk to them. Sometimes, you wonder if they know every single person at the con.

ISFJ: Probably there with a friend. Maybe an occassional cosplay who likes to keep it simple and usually stays with a group of friends.

ESTP: Energetic, happy and wants to have fun at the con. They most likely also have a costume. If they made a stage performance, I’ll be great.

ESFP: Much like the ESTP but even more colorful. Likes to go hang out with a group of friends and is the most likely type to randomly start dancing somewhere.

ISTP: A rather silent cosplayer who impresses with an amazing costume. They’re not really seeking for attention, though, just going their way.

ISFP: Most likely type to cosplay their own version of a character and to come up with some crazy new stuff. They always manage to surprise you. Also, they’re the most dedicated fans that you know.

INFP: You can usually find them somewhere in the woods… or a garage, whatever is handy, posing in their cosplay for a photographer.

ENFP: The person who’s extremely excited about whatever they doing. You don’t really know if they are also like this in real life but it makes you happy.

INFJ: Most likely there with a friend. Whenever they get the opportunity, they’ll retreat into a quiet area to draw something or just observe the people around them.

ENFJ: Are the people that you always see at cons and who just love to go around, hugging people. They are just so… lovable.

ENTJ: They’re just there for some contest. Months before the con, they worked on their cosplay/their amv/whatever and now they want to be winners.

INTJ: Will most likely be rather uncomfortable around so many people. They are most likely very passionate about one special thing at the con but they’ll never tell anyone since they consider it a “weakness”.

ENTP: The person with the huge and horribly impractical costume who looks pretty cool but just by looking at them, you see that they have no idea what they’re doing, where their friends are, how they’re going to eat something and how they will get home again.

INTP: Seem to know EVERYTHING about their fandom. If you talk to them, you have infinite resources of information. Also, they are actually pretty sociable at conventions.

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me as fucked up wiggles the clown on todays party ~Happy Halloween!~

anonymous asked:

I know it's not halloween yet but what would our Overwatch collage au gang would wear for this occassion? Throw the faculty staff too :)

Here you go, doll! 

Angela: Genji suggested she dress up as an angel but took it back because ‘you shouldn’t spend Halloween as something you already are’ and this gets Angela to blush. She ends up going as a Sally from The Nightmare before Christmas. She paints her skin a light blue with plenty of stitches before completing it with a patchwork dress.

Genji: He of course goes as Jack Skellington. He even dyes his hair white and styles it back. Angela helps him with the skeleton face makeup and when she firsts sees him in his pin stripe black suit, she almost keeps him from the Halloween party. 

Fareeha: She goes as Cleopatra. Egyptian gold jewelry and white dress and everything. She knows McCree’s pet name for her and wants to surprise him. When he firsts see her, his heart almost bursts out of his chest right then and there. 

McCree: Indiana Jones. Got the hat and the whip and everything else. Quoting the movie left and right and quite enjoying it. Fareeha thinks he looks extremely handsome too. 

Lena: This is her favorite holiday so of course she’s goes out. Little red riding hood is a perfect costume and she looks so dang cute in it to. Hanzo can’t stop blushing when he looks at her. 

Hanzo: Only because he loves Lena, he goes along with her costume and is her big bad wolf. Its a horribly hot costume but Lena is gushing every time she looks at him so he endures through it. 

Professor Reyes: Only because all the staff are required to attend the Staff Halloween Party, Reyes begrudgingly goes and dresses in a black and red suit for his aristocrat costume. The party is only durable because Amelie looks beautiful and they’re able to mock other’s under their breath while hiding away in the corner. 

Miss Amelie: All the males in the room stop and look at her when she enters the party as Maleficent. Her horns and cloak easily on point as she looks for Gabreil. He looks devilishly handsome in his costume and Amelie only tells them this after they’ve ditched the party. 

Chancellor Morrison: Jack of course chats to Gabe and Amelie while wearing glasses in a suit with the front unbutton and revealing the superman shirt underneath. He keeps telling everyone to call him Clark Kent.

Thank you tumblr for not notifying me on new asks.

Anyway! Anon your description is perfect enough! If you wanna include more you can! But I can work with this!

And the Cindy Lennox person! There’s no need to be nervous at all! I’m a very nice person ok! (Btw resident evil is my favorite game series!)

I’m still working on older requests so it may take while but I will get to them alright!

No, It’s Bucky: Chapter 9a

Type: Reader insert

Relationship/pairing: Bucky/ Female Reader

Word count: 2,749

Warnings: Language (curse words etc) Mentions of Porn. Just horrible writing.

Reader and Bucky reunite after the reader returns home to work after 6 years of no contact. 

THINGS THAT ARE VERY GOOD WILL HAPPEN BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN BUCKY ISN’T A LITTLE SHIT. AU story

A/N: I broke this up because it would have been WAY too long if I continued to write it as I had planned so Chapter 9 will be in two parts. I also based the costume shop after the one near my house as it is probably my favourite place to go.

All errors are mine.

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Originally posted by unlucky--bucky


The day seemed to speed by and before you knew it you were packing up for the day and out the main doors with Wanda, heading towards your cars. The sudden smile on Wanda’s face should have alerted you to the fact something was happening but you noticed too late when suddenly an arm was thrown around your shoulders.

“All ready for our date later, babe.” There stood Bucky, cocky smile on his face as he pulled you closer to him, your body colliding with him as you tried to get away. How he always managed to find you was a mystery and if only he would stop calling you those stupid pet names.

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Celebrate Me Home - The One Where Sam Opens a Can of Worms

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 7.2k-ish

Warnings: Not much at this point. Just fluff and general longing.

Summary: A Dean Winchester Holiday//Daddy//Bookstore!AU ~ The reader learns more about the Winchesters as she settles into Pine Tree. She grows closer with them all as deep family secrets are revealed.

A/N: I don’t know where I’d be or whether I would post this fic if it were for the very wonderful and very perfect @winchestersnco. She has been nothing but a perfect angel throughout this whole journey. I can’t thank her enough for all her time and energy.

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Originally posted by infinityflow

47 Days until Christmas…November 8th, 2011.

When y/n was a little girl her mother used to tell her that even the best laid plans are bound to be changed; if not for an unforeseen circumstance than for god himself realizing that he doesn’t like the path that your life is going down. At the time—being no more than an eager, naïve 7 year old—she believed every word her mother had to say. However, as she got older, as her world changed and her mother become more resentful of both her and her father, y/n realized that her mother just wanted to appease her regret. She wanted to ease the pain that she felt for getting knocked up fresh out of the Ivy League, by a man with a more promising future than most, but still, maybe not the man of her dreams.

So, yes, some plans don’t work out. Some mother’s earn Master’s Degrees in Egyptology and Ancient Civilizations only to have them fall by the wayside; a promising career replaced by the pitter patter of little feet of a bouncing baby girl. 

But y/n always thought she was different than her mother, thought she had a chance to make everything she dreamed of come true. Although, now that she’s older—now that she’s lived a solid three decades—y/n doesn’t know why she thought she was special, why she thought she mattered more than all the rest.

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mundyvevo  asked:

Ffff I hate the casting too tbh I really liked Taylor and when I saw him in the movies I was hoping he'd be in more wtf

apparently they didnt even ask the poor lad to come back! im really hard on him simply cause i thought the costume was horrible and the movie was also pretty Fucking bad but hes okay! maybe not my personal choice but hes better and hes pretty cute tbh….honestly like, even if channing ends up pulling this off and its a decent movie, its still disappointing that they chose him because gambit would have been a great opportunity to try something Different, instead of using the same actors over and over

but like idk why i had faith in this shit tbh