i actually laughed out loud at that line

anonymous asked:

Oh, could you tell me which drarry fanfics are your favourite? (sorry for bothering you if you already have in the past)

OF COURSE I CAN, I am always down to spread some Drarry love around (╯✧∇✧)╯〜♡

(and it’s never a bother for me to rec fics, you needn’t apologize!)

Sara Holmes’ stuff is what first got me hooked on Drarry, I have read literally everything Drarry she has written; unfortunately her fanfiction.net account was hacked awhile ago and all her fics were deleted, and I don’t think she’s uploaded the entirety of her HP oeuvre to AO3 yet, which hugely sucks for me because I sincerely love her stuff and love re-reading it from time to time. I think Mental is her big classic (it’s also the piece that converted me to Drarry in one fell swoop)

Cheryl Dyson’s stuff is just super super cute, I’ve read and re-read p much her entire body of work to kind of an obsessive degree (●´□`)♡

Saras_Girl writes amaaazingly intricate worlds that feel super organic, with characters that feel extremely well-rounded with a lot of nuance and dimension. Her stuff can get long, but it’s always worth it! Turn and All Life is Yours to Miss are absolutely amazing, and I’m really looking forward to re-reading them whenever I have free time ;u; her Turn!verse has one of my favorite written Ginny’s, and the way Saras_Girl writes Ginny’s divorce with Harry is just so beautifully heartfelt and sympathetic; she does an amazing job of writing both Harry and Ginny as two people who still care for each other, and are trying their best to be happy, and also to be happy for each other.

who_la_hoop’s stuff is always gold, I love her sense of humor and her style of writing; her dialogue and banter never fails to make me actually laugh out loud. Hot and Cold has some of my favorite lines uttered by a snarky!Draco, and her fic Tea and No Sympathy is probably my current favorite Drarry fic for how beautifully written, well-paced, funny, heartwarming, and downright adorable it is. Also, her Draco in that one is just so beautifully crafted with all his nuances and flaws, and the way he grows as a character throughout the story is like watching a flower blossom (*꒦ິㅿ꒦ີ)

(Also, I just finished reading Written on the Heart a day or two ago and it’s a really satisfying slow burn 8th year fic with lots of banter and interhouse Slytherin friendships (which is my favorite (๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ ), with probably my absolute favorite iteration of Blaise)

(I intend to do so much fanart of who_la_hoop’s version of Blaise in the future, haha)

Lettered’s The Boy Who Only Lived Twice is another favorite of mine, though I haven’t reread it in awhile (I’m waiting for more time to pass so I can have a fresher read because I am a dork like that)

birdsofshore is another author I really love, she just has such a way with words and so much style in her writing! She can switch moods at the drop of a dime in a really skillful, cohesive manner that makes her writing really fun to read. I just finished Aural Gratification and it’s so tongue-in-cheek that I couldn’t stop laughing p much the entire time I was reading it

zeitgeistic writes the theory behind how magic works amaaazingly, she puts so much thought into it and makes it so fascinating and tangible. Azoth is an amazing read for this and really makes you appreciate just how much potential there is in the HP universe for developing the inner workings of magic and how much life that can bring to a story.

firethesound’s A Convenient Impracticality I also love a ton, I am a huge sucker for Harry and Draco hooking up while being too emotionally stupid to know what they mean to each other, causing all kinds of misunderstandings that leads to convoluted scheming (I am actually on the lookout for more fics like that if anyone has some good recs (•‾⌣‾•)و ̑̑♡) 

Also Kreacher and Harry’s relationship in this might just be my favorite thing ever??? I would happily read a 200k+ gen fic just about firethesound’s Harry and Kreacher escalating their passive aggressive shenanigans to really ridiculous levels.

..Um, I’m probably going to stop here because this post is getting way too long, haha. This is by no means a comprehensive list of Drarry that I think is worth reading!! It’s really only the tip of the iceberg and just what I can remember immediately off the top of my head because these are the fics I’ve most recently re-read; I actually feel really guilty because I know I am for sure forgetting some pretty amazing authors who have played a huge part in permanently shaping my own headcanons for Draco and Harry. u____u;; 

I also tend to gravitate towards happy fluff so the majority of this list is fics with gooey happy endings, but Drarry is also a great vehicle for hurt/comfort/darker fic, and there’s some really stellar stuff out there in that vein. @capiturecs (who is an absolute saint) has an amazingly detailed drarry rec list that’s sorted by genre / subject / word count / etc. ; I reference it whenever I’m looking for something new to read but don’t know where to start looking!

I hope this was helpful! Have fun going on a nutso Drarry binge where days of your life inexorably slip by in blurry haze that you emerge from in a grizzled stupor (⋈◍>◡<◍) ノ 。✧♡ *✧ ✰ 。*  

EXO (OT12) - Reaction to You Being A Foreigner Who Knows Their Native Language

When he was telling Jongdae what a beautiful woman you were when you were sitting a table away from them at a café he did not expect you to come up to him later with your number saying “You aren’t so bad yourself, handsome.” The shocked expression on his face amused you even more, “You mean you understood me?” You giggled, “Obviously, I learned the language before coming to live in a foreign country. Call me sometime, yeah?” You gave a wink and left him standing there speechless.

Luhan:                                                                                                                Luhan was walking around China when he decided to stop at a local street vendor for some food. When he was ordering, some girls recognized him and starting freaking out. “Can I just eat in peace for once.” You were standing behind him in line and said, “So you are why those girls are going crazy?” He turned expecting to see another native but instead noticed you were a foreigner. “Yeah,” He gave a sly smile, “I’m kind of famous.” You gave a look of amusement. “Anyways, why are you so damn good at Chinese?” You giggled, “I’m kind of a good study.”

Kris (Yifan):
While enjoying the nightlife that comes with living in California, Kris found himself in one of the many nightclubs. He received a phone call about a movie role in China and of course proceeded to speak in Mandarin. You being a bystander ended up hearing the conversation. “You are an actor?” You asked fluently in the language he just spoke. “Yeah I am,” he smiled then gave a confused look, “You speak Mandarin?” You smiled and started walking away, “Maybe we can speak more after dancing.” Kris gave a sly smile and followed you to the dance floor.

Waiting around at an airport can be quite annoying, it is even more annoying when your flight doesn’t leave when it is supposed to. A message rang out over the loudspeaker and you heard one of the men in the group of guys waiting for the same flight as you ask, “What did that just say?” in Korean. You responded out loud without thinking, “That the flight will be delayed until the storm stops.” He turned to you in response with a smile, “You speak Korean?” “Yeah,” you laughed, “I actually lived there for a few years when I was younger. Sorry to budge into your conversation.” He gave you a gracious smile, “No harm done, my name is Junmyeon. Care to talk a bit while we wait?”

Yixing looked up at the rollercoaster his friends were in line for and started mumbling how crazy they were to himself. “Not a fan of roller coasters either?” You asked casually in Chinese as you were waiting by the gates for your friends too. “More so of getting hurt,” he responded as he turned to face you. He had a confused look on his face to see that you were in fact not Chinese. “I did some studying abroad if that is what you were wondering,” you said with a smile. He nodded and gave a little laugh. “I am Zhang Yixing,” he said with one of his signature bows he did out of habit. “Y/N,” you said in response with a little bow of your own, “Ready to watch this horrifying sight together?” He smiled and you both turned back to watch the enormous metal contraption run its course.

Baekhyun and Chanyeol were walking around taking in the sights that New York City had to offer when they decided to make a bet and see if they could get a girl to say they were cuter than the other. Not expecting you to know their native language Baekhyun came up to you and gave a simple “Hello” in English. As you heard Chanyeol calling out words of encouragement in Korean you decided to respond with “Annyeong.” When he realized that you could speak in his own language he gave a giggle and a finger wave. “Do you mind playing along in helping me win a bet?” You smiled, “If I get your name first.” He gladly offered his name as you took his outreached hand and walked over to fool his friend.

When your uncle asked if you could bartend for the night at his restaurant you were hardly enthused by the thought of creepy men flirting with you over the counter. However, when an attractive bunch of foreigners walked in things seemed to be looking up for you. You heard them chatting in Korean so you decided you use your multilingual skills to ask them what they wanted to order. One of the guys, who you noticed to be very muscular under his shirt, was automatically overjoyed and didn’t seem to care about ordering at the moment. “What else do you know?”

Chanyeol and the boys were at a party in Busan when he noticed you across the room. He assumed that you wouldn’t know enough Korean to hold a conversation so he ended up just staying where he was. However, when you walked over and started talking to him he couldn’t hide the smile that formed on his face. “You really know Korean!” he said after you two had been talking for a while. “How else would I be able to talk to such a handsome man,” you joked and he laughed.

When they said there would be a new make-up artist he was surprised to see that you were a foreigner. As the boys introduced themselves one by one his shy smile broadened when you began a conversation with him. “Your Korean is really good,” he said reassuringly. “I try,” you said as you both laughed, “I could still use a little bit of teaching.” He perked up at the thought, “I could help you when I have free time.”

Tao was browsing the men’s ware at a popular clothing store when you heard him asking his friend something about the color he should get in Chinese. “I would go with the red one,” you said, “it will make a statement.” Tao turned to you and the fashionista within him responded, “that is what I was thinking too.” Your skin tone was a dead giveaway that Chinese was not your native language. “Where did a pretty girl like you learn Chinese?”

When out in Seoul for the night walking his dogs he did not expect to talk to a foreigner. “They are so cute! May I pet them?” You said in fluent Korean. Taken aback it took him a moment before he smiled and said “Yeah, of course.” He grinned as he watched you interact with his kids. When you stood back up he offered for you to walk with him. “You can walk one if you’d like, I’d enjoy the company.” He was very interested in getting to know you.

Even when on tour this boy needs his bubble tea fix. When you offered to help him order after seeing that he was struggling a bit, he was surprised. After you ordered for yourself he ended up paying for your drink. “You really didn’t have to,” you said shyly. “It’s no big deal, besides I want to know how you speak Korean so well.” You sat with him and ended up joking around and talking for a while.

I tried to make each situation different. I hope you guys like it. :)

Teen Wolf Preference – How You Find Out They Like You


Originally posted by natasharromanova

You’d find out that Derek likes you almost by accident.

You’d known Derek for a while and everyone knew that he had a soft spot for you – although, no one would have guessed that he had a crush on you. He usually he kept to himself, especially when it came to emotions, and when you found out about the supernatural world he’d so far been extremely patient with your questions.

“So you can shift when it’s not a full moon – does that really make you a werewolf?”, “how come only your face really changes?”, “how do you stop yourself from wolfing out when you get angry? You’re always angry”.

If someone like Stiles asked Derek these questions he’d tell them to shut up. But you were different. You were his anchor.

“We have anchors – something that stops us from losing control. It can be people like Scott used to use Allison or it can be something else. My anger used to anchor me.”

You arched an eyebrow, “what anchors you now?”

“What?” Derek hadn’t expected you to pick up on his terminology.

“You said ‘used’ to anchor you. What anchors you now?”

He avoided looking at you, worried that he’d cave in as soon as he saw your pleading eyes. So, Derek turned away and pretended to be interested in documentation on the table.

“Doesn’t matter.”

He knew you and knew that saying this would only interest you more. He wished he could just lie to you, it was so easy to like to other people.

“Oh, come on!” you moved closer to him, “is it really embarrassing?”

“Yes,” Derek said gruffly, bravely looking at you, “it’s you.”

You grinned, “that is embarrassing!” realisation seemed to dawn on you, “wait, me? But if Allison was Scott’s anchor…”

And for the first time, you saw Derek blush.

“Yeah, whatever.”


Originally posted by laheys-girl

You’d find out that Isaac likes you in a strange but not so surprising Isaac kind of way.

The pack, Scott specifically, were aware of Isaac’s nightmares and night terrors. Scott had grown accustomed to hearing Isaac’s yelling in his sleep every now and then and usually his nightmares revolved around the same thing. If it got really bad, Isaac would ring you after waking up because you assured him you’d be there for him no matter what the hour was. You were his best friend and everyone but you knew that Isaac thought of you more than that.

One night, his nightmare shifted to a whole new story.

Isaac woke up in a heavy sweat, letting out a few deep breaths as he tried to take in his surroundings and remind himself that the nightmare wasn’t real.

But it felt so real.

So he quickly grabbed a clean shirt and left the house, not even bothering to check the time as he sprinted through the streets of Beacon Hills. He tried to calm himself but there was a small voice in the back of his head that kept saying ‘but what if it was real?’

You almost threw a book at him when you were awoken suddenly to Isaac climbing through your window.

“Isaac – it’s 3am!”

He gave you a breathless smile, his eyes flickering to the book in your hand, “your plan to stop an intruder is to throw a book at them?”

You frowned groggily at him as you turned your lamp on, praying that your family wouldn’t wake up to the sound of your visitor.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re here or are you just going to make fun of my plan of attack if an intruder comes?”

Isaac hesitated. He was relieved to see that his nightmare wasn’t true and you were okay after all – he just didn’t know how to explain that to you without feeling embarrassed.

“I had a nightmare.” He admitted, moving closer to your bed. Like a natural instinct, you moved over so he could get in bed beside you.

“You usually call me. What happened?”

“Uh,” Isaac fiddled with your bedsheet, “you were in it. I mean, sometimes you’re in my dreams like… in the background… but this time you were really in it. My dad – it’s stupid. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, “that’s different. You didn’t do your breathing exerci –,”

“I like you, alright? I had to be sure. You never know what happens in Beacon Hills. Shit’s insane around here.” Isaac tried to joke but realised what he said. Even in your tired state, what he said processed quickly in your mind.

“You… like me?” you thought for a moment, “actually, that makes a lot of sense.”


Originally posted by fytwolf

Mason would constantly tease Liam about it and whenever you were around he’d make subtle hints and you’d accidentally pick up on it

Mason was relentless when it came to Liam’s crush on you and that was how you found out Liam liked you.

“Here comes your girlfriend now.” Mason said in a sing-song voice when he saw you walking down the school corridor to him and Liam at the lockers. Liam glowered at him, this being an almost warning expression that if he said anything to you that Mason would face the consequences.

Mason nodded but whenever you were around, he’d just tease Liam when you weren’t looking.

“Please tell me you guys will stay after school. I really need your help on an assignment and I think it’s going to be the death of me.” You said when you reached Liam’s locker, Mason stepping so he was behind you and couldn’t see the faces and gestures he was pulling.

“I don’t know if I can stay but Liam definitely can,” Mason mused and you looked at Liam with a delighted expression. You couldn’t figure out why Liam had a frown on his face, unaware of Mason’s smirking face and mouthing ‘get some’ to his friend.

“Yeah I’ll probably stay. Are you coming to the lacrosse game tomorrow night?” Liam asked and you nodded your head. Mason was now doing a small dance behind you.

“Yeah, of course. I never miss a lacro –,” you turned around quickly, “Mason, what the hell are you doing?”

He stopped mid-dance, freezing when he saw your annoyed expression. Mason smiled sheepishly.

“I have a nervous tic?”

“You’re a terrible liar,” you said, “c’mon guys! What’s happening? You’re always doing this now! Don’t think I don’t see you, you idiot.”

Just as you playfully punched Mason in the arm, you realised why he’d been doing what he was doing. Your friends do a similar thing when Liam’s around.

“Oh… Liam!” you turned and pointed a finger to Liam who was blushing furiously, “oohh!”


Originally posted by teenwolfimagines711

You’d find out Scott likes you through an obvious source – Stiles.

By now, Scott should know not to trust Stiles with anything (especially with a crush secret) but he had to tell someone. Stiles was his go to person for everything.

“You’re not helping, (Y/N).” Stiles said loudly as he and Scott looked through boxes of archives at the police station, all three of you knowing full well that you shouldn’t be there. Whilst Stiles and Scott were looking through folders and papers, you were sitting on a wheely chair and filling out quizzes in a magazine.

“I think I’m helping a lot. For instance, I just read your horoscope, Stiles. This month you need to focus more on your happiness rather than getting caught up in work and putting your needs aside. You’re welcome,” you stuck your tongue out at him briefly, “oh, also, if you really want to dig up dirt on Theo why don’t we just visit his parents? They’d probably know about his sister’s death more than anyone. Before you ask, I do have his address and since Scott’s disapproved he can go over this stuff on chimeras which I photocopied out of one of Deaton’s books. I’ve highlighted the important bits.”

“You couldn’t have told us this earlier?”

“Nope, it’s been fun watching you two snoop around.” You showed Stiles the sheets you’d printed out for him.

“God, (Y/N). If Scott didn’t like you, I’d kiss you right now.” Stiles grinned as he took the sheets from you, already leaving the archive room as you and Scott sat still with wide eyed expressions


Originally posted by nostydianoparty

Your best friend, Lydia, had been trying to convince Stiles to tell you that he likes you for a long while but you’d find out that he likes you by accident.

You were in the car with Lydia on Friday afternoon, the loud music softening when a phone call came through the car.  

“I finally figured out how to connect my phone to the car,” Lydia grinned as she answered the call, “hi Stiles!”

Before you could greet Stiles too, he’d launched himself into a full ramble – something that happened often with him.

“I’ve finally decided to ask (Y/N) out on a date.”

“Stiles.” Lydia hissed, glancing to see your reaction. All you could was stare out the window with a confused expression.

“Lydia, I’m serious. I know I’ve said it heaps of times but I actually mean it this time. I’m gonna ask her out and tell her I like her,” he thought for a moment, ignoring when Lydia said his name again in a warning tone, “I just don’t know where to take her. Any suggestions?”

“I really want to go to that new restaurant in town.” You said and heard Stiles making a choking noise on the other end of the line while Lydia let out a loud laugh.

“I tried to tell you, Stiles!” she laughed as he quickly mumbled that he had to go and hung up the phone.


Originally posted by training-wolves

You and Theo are always flirting and you kind of know he likes you and he gets hurt and admits it to you and you’re like “I already knew that”

You always had a hunch that Theo liked you but had your theory confirmed when one of Theo’s late night outing went wrong.

Theo relentlessly flirted with you and you often responded just as eagerly. You were tending to his wounds, applying disinfectant and telling him to stop being such a wuss when he hissed and complained.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” you muttered as you applied a bandage on his arm, trying to remain serious and ignore the fact that his arm was so nice and muscly.

“You dig it,” he gave a half smile, “can’t believe I’m saying this but I was really worried for a second there. I thought it’d kind of suck if I died and didn’t tell you that I liked you.”

Your snorted, “you weren’t going to die, they’re just minor cuts.”

“You’re not going to react to my proclamation of love?”

You leaned up, kissing his cheek, “no because I already knew.”


Behind the Scenes of The Poison Sky / The Sontaran Stratagem (Part Five)

Excerpts from the DVD Commentary with David Tennant, Russell T. Davies, and producer Susie Liggat:

RTD: Do you know, I’ve always wanted to ask you, David.  When you get a script what do you do?  From scratch
DT: I read it.
RTD: Yeah, but…
DT: I just read it to read it the first time.  And then I’ll read it and I’ll usually mark it up, which is literally just underlining my bits
RTD: Yep yep yep
DT: Which is the first stage of learning it, I suppose, and then you just read it again and you go over certain scenes.  Depending upon how much time you’ve got, whether it’s a script that you’ve had a few weeks in advance or whether it’s one of the ones that creep in at the last minute
RTD:  [laughs] Like they do
DT: …for whatever reason.  Sometimes you have to sort of just buckle down and start learning specific scenes if a schedule is in front of you…
RTD: Do you have to learn it according to the schedule
DT: Yeah, you do.
RTD: Sort of going, “Right, all of the UNIT scenes are first so I’ll learn those first”
DT: Yeah, yeah
RTD: That’s hard, isn’t it?
DT: Well, it’s easier than just learning it chronologically, because you’re just kind of keeping up with the schedule as it comes
RTD: Because it always strikes me, and actually everyone always says this, that you come to read-throughs incredibly prepared.  Do you, or are you winging it?
DT: Weeellll, it’s somewhere between the two, I think.  I think probably as the years have gone on, I enjoy winging it a bit more
RTD: Right
DT: Because I think it can be a bit more… sometimes you can over-prepare things, I think.
RTD: Yep
DT: and I think when we started I think I probably, sort of, would come to the read-through having practiced
[ RTD & SL laugh ]
DT: having made some decisions.  As time goes on it’s better sometimes to… especially when you’re meeting actors for the first time and responding to what they do for the first time, if you’re less… Because the first read-through, you’re sitting there thinking… and everyone… all the BBC bods come up from London… and we did three scripts!  We did The Christmas Invasion, New Earth, and School Reunion in one day and I’d never read The Doctor out loud before
SL: [ gasps ] How frightening!
DT: …and there’s all these people, all these bods coming up from London to kind of… and you’re just sitting there thinking, “I’m going to get sacked!”
RTD: [ big laugh ]
DT: That’s all you’re thinking.  So you’re very precious about it, and I think as time goes on you begin to feel slightly more confident of your position, and you think, well, it’s more interesting, actually, to maybe be a bit looser with it.  A bit freer with it.
RTD: And when do you learn the lines?  Is it late at night?  Is it first thing?  
DT: Just as you go.  Weekends a lot… you know.
SL: Because you are extraordinary.  I can say, I’ve worked with you now virtually solidly for four years - on Casanova and then on to this…
DT: Yeah, yeah. That’s true, that’s true
SL: …so I have seen HOURS of television with you
[ DT & RTD laugh at how she dragged out the word “hours” ]
DT: Hours of it!  
RTD: Sound a bit happier about that!
SL: Hours of Russell’s great writing!
[ waiting for the laughing to die down ]
SL: No! What I’m going to say is, I think in all that time, in all those days and all those lines, I think you’ve probably fluffed twice. You know, it’s extraordinary, you are extraordinary.  
RTD: That’s cursed it!
DT: Yeah!
SL:  No! You really are - at learning your lines
RTD: You are, that’s true
DT: It’s the homework, isn’t it?  You’ve got to do the homework.
SL: Well, you say that but you know some people don’t.  It’s brilliant - you are a great leader by example.
DT: I think you’ve got to. I think we’re in such a privileged position, and I don’t want cameramen standing around waiting for me to remember my lines, you know?
RTD: But also it is a skill of yours, actually.  Actors who have learned their lines, who’ve done all the work, can fluff on the spot
DT: Sure, and sometimes we all do, yeah
RTD: Yeah, but you do it less than most.  Now we’ve cursed it - it will all just go to pot!
DT: Yeah!  Tomorrow’s going to be a really long day!
RTD: Never speak about it out loud. 

A big “thank you!!” to everyone who shares set photos

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The Ignition fic that no one asked for but that I needed to write because damn. That video has ended me. Enjoy!
@strongenoughfoundation sorry, I had to tag you again, that video has done things to both of us XD

It was too hot, too loud, and the traffic was too AWFUL.

You’d been sitting in this car for God knew how long now, on a packed highway in the summer heat. Every window was rolled down in an attempt to fight off a heatstroke and honestly, you’d started counting the minutes until your sure death if you didn’t get off this road soon. Groaning in despair, you snatched the hair tie from your wrist and tied your hair back in sharp motions.

At the sound of your voice, your best friend glanced at you from the driver’s seat, eyebrows raised. “You all right over there?”

“I’m dying, Lin,” you deadpanned. “I am actually dying.”

“That’s a little dramatic,” he remarked, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

“This damn highway is doing dangerous things to my head.”


“I imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory.”

At that, he burst out laughing. With a hand resting on the steering wheel, he leaned back against his seat and sent you a warm glance. “I feel like I can’t argue with you because you just did that.”

Flopping back against your seat with a loud sigh, you pointed at him. “That line is the one I relate to the most, honestly,” you told him wryly.

“Why am I not surprised?” he asked.

You lifted your head and arched a brow at him. “Are you saying I’m a negative person?”

“You said it, not me.”

“I feel the need to remind you that you’re stuck in this car with me for at least an hour.”

“I feel the need to remind YOU that this is my car and I can kick you out at anytime.”

Grumbling, you shifted around in your seat to get to a more comfortable position and brought your feet up onto the edge of it. “Asshole,” you muttered simply and he snickered. You wondered if walking was a better choice than this traffic-induced hell after all.

Sighing in resignation, you settled for dozing in the searing sun and sneaking a couple glances over at Lin as you did. Hey, you couldn’t help it if your best friend also happened to be kinda (really) attractive, could you? It wasn’t bad just to look, right? You idly studied him through half-closed eyes, admiring the way his hair got all tousled as he ran a hand through it. He was wearing a dark blue tee because of the heat and you tried to steal a few guilty glances at his arms. You bet it’d be nice to be wrapped up in his arms, heat or no heat.

“…you done staring at me yet?”

“Shit!” you hissed, blushing furiously at having been caught. Lin cast you a sideways glance that was wayyyy too knowing and was that jerk SMIRKING? Growling something unintelligible, you reached forward to the dashboard. “I’m putting the radio on!” you announced.

“Hey, I don’t mind, you can look all you want—”

“I’M PUTTING THE RADIO ON.” You jabbed at the power button and cranked up the volume.

The first few notes of a song blared out and you recognized it at the same time Lin did.

You groaned out a frustrated “NOOO,” while Lin practically cheered like a two-year-old.

“I’m turning it off!” you said at once, and you reached for the button again.

“No you aren’t!” he shot back, batting your hand away. He ignored your squeak of protest and flashed you a wide grin. “You turned it on, so you’re stuck with the consequences!”

Sinking down in your seat, you brought your fingers up to your temples. The lyrics to the “Ignition” remix pumped out of the speakers and brought back a ton of memories. “Lin-Manuel Miranda,” you stated, “if you start rapping, I swear to God—”

“No, I’m not tryin’ to be rude, but hey pretty girl, I’m feelin’ you, the way you do the things you do, remind of my Lexus coup—”

“AAAGHHH!” You threw your hands up as he started freaking dancing in his damn seat, one hand still on the wheel and other in the air, and dear lord, it was like PTSD. Hands over your ears now, you glowered at him from your hunched over position. Lin just smiled back like the stupid, hot person he was and pointed at you as he went on with the song:

“So baby, give me that!”


“Let me give you that!”

“HELL NO. Lin, I swear, I will never speak to you again.”

Cheerfully ignoring you, he kept going, letting that edge of a growl into his voice and you internally swooned. Why did these things happen to you? “It’s the remix to ignition, hot and fresh out the kitchen, Mama rollin’ that body, got every man in here wishin'—”

He cut off, making you glance over in confusion; just in time for him to lean across and steal a kiss, lips pressed to yours fleetingly. Your eyes shot open wide, body going rigid as he grinned into your mouth and then pulled away a second later.

“Lin!” you spluttered out, as he just laughed and went back to rapping out the lyrics. “What—You—What the hell!?”

The lyrics became a little shaky as he tried not to laugh, a stupid smile on his face. When he glanced at you, his eyes softened and…was he blushing?

Against your will, your mouth quirked up too and you looked down at your feet.

As the two of you sat, with the speakers blasting around you, you brought your fingers up to touch your lips in wonder.


Imagine: Minho tries to flirt with you using cheesy pickup lines.

For: @zoerest97

Minho’s POV

“What do I do?” I ask Newt, he just chuckles in return, “Help me shuckface! You know I like Y/N, but she barely even gives me a second glance! I need to make her fall in love with me! Help me!”

Newt just sighs and responds with, “I don’t know mate, maybe she just fancies someone else.”

“Maybe you should try using some pickup lines on her, I heard girls love those!” Thomas pitches in. 

“Uh Tommy, I don’t think girls-” Newt begins, but Thomas cuts him off.

“Trust me Minho they love pickup lines!” 

I guess it’s worth a shot. 


You lean on your shovel, exhausted from the planting that you been doing all day, and fan yourself with your hand. 

“Hey Y/N,” You hear Minho’s familiar voice call from behind you. 

“What do you want Minho?” You groan. 

“Are you okay?” He looks at you up and down, and for a moment he looks genuinely concerned. 

“Um, yeah,” You shrug, “it’s just really hot out here.” 

“I think I know what the problem is,” He says leaning a bit closer, “I think you’re suffering from a lack of vitamin me.”

You laugh, “Seriously Minho? You’re an idiot.”

You roll your eyes at him before walking away.

You make your way towards Newt, Alby, and Thomas, with your lunch tray in your hands. You’re in the midst of a normal conversation when Minho slides into the seat next to you. For a moment he’s completely silent, which surprises you, but then he finally says, “You know Y/N, if you were a vegetable, you’d be a cutecumber.” 

“Really mate, is that the best you can do? Cutecumber?” Newt asks, clearly suffering from secondhand embarrassment. 

Once again you just chuckle and roll your eyes. 

Once you finish eating you make your way back to the gardens, to continue with work. Suddenly you see Minho running towards you, “WOAH WOAH WOAH! Y/N!”

He stops in front of you and looks down, “Can I tie your shoelaces for you?” You assume that is another one of stupid jokes, until you notice that your shoelace is actually untied.

“Um thanks, but I can tie it myself,” You say before crouching down to do so. 

“Good. I just wouldn’t want you falling for someone else,” He winks. 

“Come on Minho, again? Really?” You shake your head, finish tying your lace, and walk away. 

The rest of the day goes on without disturbance from Minho, that is until dinner time. 

He makes his way up the line and stands right behind you, cutting in front of Newt, “Come on mate, wait your bloody turn.”

Minho ignores him and instead taps you on the shoulder, “Y/N? Do you know what’s on the menu?”

“Um, I think Fry made his fa-” Minho cuts you off before you can finish. 

“Because I’m pretty sure it’s me-n-u!” 

“Oh my God, what’s wrong with you today Minho? Did you have too much of Gally’s special drink?,” you laugh.

The day is finally over, you’re just watching the stars by the fire with a drink in your hand, and once again, Minho slides next to you, “What now Minho?”

“Nothing…” It’s never nothing with you Minho, after a short pause he adds, “The stars just look gorgeous today.”

You wait, and to your surprise he doesn’t say anything, “Um, yeah. They are.”

“You know, if I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d be holding a whole galaxy,” You look at him ready to roll your eyes, but then you realize that this pickup line is actually pretty sweet, “Wow, you’ve been rolling your eyes all day at me, but look at you now, you’re actually blushing!”

“I’m not!” You argue.

“Thomas was right!” He says under his breath.

“Huh?” He just shakes his head, so you continue, “Seriously though, what’s gotten into you today? You’re acting so strange.”

“Thomas told me that girls like pickup line,” He shrugs.

You laugh out loud, “Oh God Minho, you’re such a dork, I thought you’d know better than to trust Thomas!”

“So…you didn’t like it?” You chuckle at his cuteness and shake your head.

“You’re adorable Min,” You say before leaning into give him a peck on the cheek. He looks at you in shock but you just get up, “I’m going to bed, you should get some sleep too.”

As you walk away, you just hear him call out, “Wait! You didn’t answer my question! Did you like it?”

“Go to sleep Minho!” You respond without turning back.


Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List


Originally posted by sejunq

requested by anonymous

  • dorky gf
  • looks like snow white, is actually one of the dwarves
  • if she ever tries to impress you she ends up feeling embarrassed afterward
  • but as long as you laugh with her and not at her she’ll be fine
  • frequently she gays @ you
  • imagine you’re standing in line together waiting and not really talking and then she grabs your arm and leans her head on your shoulder without saying anything
  • that kinda gay that’s seriously so cute though
  • sometimes you’re just chillin hangin out and then she laughs out loud and says “okay i gotta show you this meme”
  • watching a lot of movies together
  • sharing headcanons about the fictional characters in them
  • yes that’s right i did just headcanon that a real person, about whom i’m writing a fictional scenario, has headcanons about fictional characters
  • get on my headcanon level
  • jeon somi the type of gf to take pictures of dogs in other people’s cars and send them to you
  • she tells you you look nice every time she sees you
  • “i’m in last night’s pajamas and i haven’t brushed my hair”
  • “you look nice”
  • she means it too
  • i really think she would appreciate taking a break from thinking about idol stuff when she’s around you
  • she finds your presence refreshing for that reason, because you like her just the way she is
  • you support her career, but at the end of the day, you never needed her to be famous
  • and she also likes to talk to you when her career is stressing her out
  • if she feels like she’s not good enough you’re always there to reassure her that she is
  • being a kpop star must be harder than we could imagine, but she’s so young as well
  • i think she would just want a s/o that could make her feel like a regular 16 year old, and that would be where you come in

sorry this took two weeks since my last list. thanks for the request, anon. btw i am still looking for admins, sorry i’m saying that on everything but eh y’know. i think next up on the request list is either girlfriend!jeongyeon or girlfriend!mina and i have 6 requests total as of the time i post this. requests are still open. have a good week, everyone!


Written by: @titaniasfics

Rating: T

Prompt 27: Katniss’s father is an undocumented worker, Peeta is a sympathetic federal agent sent to investigate or an employer willing to do anything to help. [submitted by @567inpanem]

Author’s Note: I’m late (as usual) but I went for the second option on this one. I jumped at this prompt because of my own feeling about this whole situation. Hope I didn’t hijack a lovely prompt by being politically didactic. I relied on my experiences with my family regarding picking fruit and the migration of workers as they follow the different harvest, together with the research on how the ICE conducts raids in this current political climate. It’s a different world from when my grandfather was a migrant worker.

A million thanks to @eala-musings for betaing this piece for me, @567inpanem for the amazing prompt and to @everlarkficexchange for hosting this challenge!

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Accidental Meeting: Part 1

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Prompt: “Fight me, you attractive stranger!” - I changed the prompt slightly to a sentence and description because I can’t imagine anyone yelling this lol

Characters: Fred Weasley x reader

YESS finally someone sent in a harry potter request!!!

Gender: Any

Triggers: None

Words: 1,397

Four Prompt Starters you can Request from: One - Two - Three - Four

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This gif is tagged as George but lets pretend

Out of all the years you’ve been at Hogwarts, you have never met the Weasley Twins, and you had never even seen them in person. You knew they had red hair, but that was it. You heard so much about their pranks and magic tricks around the school but had yet to be near one when it happened, which you were grateful for. But both unfortunately and fortunately, today that changed.

Walking down the corridor you heard familiar laughs, as you looked up you saw Draco and his friends walked ahead of you, slowing down your walk you waited for them to get a little further ahead. They had never bullied you but you had been the butt of a couple of their jokes in the past so you wanted to avoid them. Well you wanted them to avoid you, you had come close to hexing him a couple times in the past, you thought it best for the both of you if you stayed away.

As they walked around the corner you heard them stop walking and you paused too “Aww, I forgot my textbook” you heard Crabbe complain. 

“Crabbe, you knew I was gonna use your today!” Draco said harshly

“Sorry” you heard Crabbe respond.

Their footsteps started getting closer to you as they had turned around, quickly hiding behind a pillar you waited for them to walk past. When their voices got quieter you began walking again. After rounding a couple corners you were surprised by the sudden lack of gravity. Gasping as your feet came off the ground you dropped your books as your cloak went up and covered your face.

Hearing two people running you thought it might have been Draco and his friends coming back, but after a moment you realized it was someone else, and they were running away. Trying to uncover your face you got a quick glance at the head of one of the boys.

“Hey! You come back here!” you yelled angrily

Fred stopped in his place, looking back at you he realized they had trapped the wrong person, looking over and George who had also stopped running they exchanged a look that said something along the lines of “oops”

You heard the footsteps coming closer to you as you heard a small chuckle “Well your definitely not Malfoy”

“No I am not, now let me down!” you said as you spun in the air, your cloak moved from your face briefly as you got a look at the cute boy standing in front of you. But hearing him only laugh again you huffed in anger.

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The Poetry of Laughter (Neil, Todd)

Summary: Neil loves finding reasons to get his hands on Todd; Todd doesn’t really mind. (Guess who decided to collab again?! That’s right, @nhasablog and I decided to write a little Dead Poets Society piece together, and we hope you enjoy!)

They were sitting in their dorm room, making their usual small talk; boring classes, disgusting amounts of homework, pointless assignments. It was the weekend, finally, and they would have some time to relax. They sat crossed-legged beside each other on Neil’s bed.

“Do you know what the play is going to be this year?” Todd asked, lightening the mood from all the talk of school.

“No, but I have a feeling it’s going to be Romeo & Juliet,” Neil replied.

How exactly he had this feeling, Todd wasn’t sure, but didn’t question it. “You’d be a great Romeo,” he said.

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Thunderstorms // Joe Sugg

Goodafternoon everyone! I hope you guys are doing well. I have this thing where I have to like write at least 500 words everyday so I like blasted this imagine out for you guys. Some of the words have mashed together somehow I’m sorry. Just a question though, are you ok with the legnth of my imagines? I’m not really sure if they’re too long or short, so please let me know.

REMEMBER: You can request imagines!

WORDS: 850


The wind howled loudly, shaking the windows all around the apartment. This was exactly what you needed. The first day your roommate left on a business trip to another country, you get scared shitless by a thunderstorm. You hated thunderstorms… a lot. It was a fear that you’ve had since you were little, and stuck with you into your adult years. The fact that there were very loud rumbling noises coming from outside just frightened you to the bone. Just as you started to settle down slightly, a flash of lightning appeared in the window in front of your bed, followed by a deep rumbling noise. You jumped under the covers, acting as if it was a safety net. You grabbed your phone form the bed side table, checking the time. 2:53 flashed onto your phone. You internally groaned. It just about the worst time to be scared. Between daytime and 2am, if would be fine (because you could call someone), same with between 5am onwards. Between 3 and 5am, are the dark hours, meaning it would be bloody annoying to call anyone at those times.

You were shocked to say the least when you heard your phone rang at 3:30am. You were still up, wide awake from the fear. You picked it up, while squinting slightly. Josephine was up on your phone. You hesitantly answered, wondering why he was calling you so early.

Y/N,” his warm voice filled the phone, making you smile. Apart from the friend on the business trip, Joe definitely is your best friend. He is your best male friend.

“Yeah?” You replied, voice slightly croaky from lack of talking. There was an audible sigh from the other end of the line.

I heard the thunderstorm… it woke me up, actually. I just wanted to call to make sure you were all good,” Joe chuckled, “It sounds weird now that I say it out loud” You laughed at your stupid friend before replying to him,

“Well, genuinely… it’s scaring me shitless” you confessed, taking a long breath out.

I’ll be there soon, Y/N” he said. Joe hung up before you could even reply with an ok or are you sure. It warmed your heart that he cared so much, but you still slightly felt like you didn’t need pity. But you knew inside that you do. Joe helped you through the tough and horrible times of your life, so you credited your current wellbeing to him. After about another half an hour of jumping at every thunder roar, the door was unlocked and Joe walked inside. You gave him a key after living at your apartment for a few months. He came so often that you and your roommate agreed on just giving him a key.

He walked into your bedroom. Messy brown hair sprouted from the front of his SuggLife hoodie. He was wearing long black joggers and slides with socks. He kicked off the slides, before climbing into bed with you. He was so warm, as always. You could tell he hadn’t been awake very long, maybe an hour and a half at the most. He put an arm around you as lighting once again lit up some of your room. The wind shook your windows as you leaned into Joe. “It’s alright, love,” he said softly, “Just go to sleep.” You closed your eyes, listening to his steady heartbeat. You said that you two were best friends, but you were more like siblings… or a non-comital couple. You don’t kiss, it’s just pure friendship that raged between the two of you. Soon enough… you feel asleep.

The birds sang, as you woke up, tired and confused. You forgot who was next to you, and you freaked out slightly. You slowly looked over to see who it was, and when you were greeted by your sleeping best friend, you instantly settled back into his arms. He moved slightly, grunting in his sleep. “Hey, Joe,” you smiled up to him. It took him a moment to open his eyes, but when he did, he smiled back just as brightly.

“You did it, Y/N. You got through the thunderstorm!” He cheered quietly, pulling you closer. You released yourself from his grip, and stood up. Joe asked where you were going.

“To make some pancakes for the both of us!” You beamed. Joe’s eyes instantly lit up.

“Oh, YES. Let me help!” He screamed, getting up with you.

 The two of you spent the rest of the day chilling out and making delicious food. You watched endless amounts of movies… and it eventually turned to 6pm. “It’s 6, Y/N. I need to go,” Joe sighed, standing up. You smiled sadly at him, also standing up, embracing him in a big hug. He ruffled your hair as he pulled away , making you laugh. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, he smiled.

“Goodbye” you cooed.

“Byeee!” He replied, as he walked out the door, phone in hand.

God, you thought, sitting back down onto the couch, what the hell would I do without that Sugg?

Apples and Desks

Prompt: (thank you for submitting!)

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: swearing, rimming, anal, light bondage, light gagging

Word count: 3020 (im in too deep, no going back at this point soz)

A/N: the actual plot was okay in my opinion but the smut part i actually tried so ayyyyyyyyy ((BUT SIDENOTE: LOOK AT THE WORD COUNT I DIDNT THINK I WOULD WRITE THAT MUCH FOR A ONESHOT HOLY SHIT))

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1.) The symbols seem to be “evolving” from a few lines/bird-like figures to a dog, raven/crow/something, and a wolf. I suppose you could call Jake a lone wolf.
2.) If Diego “Hides much of true personality from conservative family,” could he be gay?
3.) “With her hacking skills & lack of loyalty, we should consider her for recruitment.” I actually laughed out loud, whoops 😄
4.) That bounty though. I really want to know how that happened.
5.) Estela still holds the highest threat assessment.
6.) We should be seeing the files for Quinn, Aleister, Craig, and Michelle soon, right?

anonymous asked:

helloo. can you do #11 with fem!reader & justin? fluff if possible, lol. thanks, you're the best! ❤

sure can,, here ya go, enjoy xx sorry its a lil shitty

#11: “I lost my number, can I have yours?” “[insert their name], I will hurt you.”

It was another party, at Bryce’s, of course. You only came because of your friends, who were now God knows where. After you found yourself a drink you headed to the food table, you recognised Jeff and offered him a friendly smile.

“Hey, Y/N.” He grinned back, shoving a mouthful of chips (crisps) into his mouth.

You laughed at the boy. “Hey, Jeff. How’s your night been?”

He shrugged, offering you some chips. “I’ve been playing operation ‘Clay and Hannah’, so I’m just refueling.”

You declined his kind offer politely. “How is that going?” You smirked, knowing about this plan for a little while.

He turned to look out the window, and I followed his gaze, finding the two walking and laughing at something. “It looks like it’s going pretty good,” You noted. “Good going, Cupid.”

Jeff laughed. “I’m pretty good, aren’t I?” He joked.

“The be-”

“Y/N!” Someone shouted your name. You spun around at the voice, finding a tipsy Justin sprinting across the room before coming to an unsteady halt in front of you. “Fuck, I forgot.”

You sighed, realising he might be more than tipsy. “I’ve gotta handle this Jeff, sorry, but I’ll see you later?”

He smiled, watching his friend retracing his Naruto run across the living room in order to remember what he was going to say. “Have fun with… that.”

You choked out a laugh. “I won’t, but thanks.”

You turned back to Justin, grabbing his arm as he stopped his running near you. “Justin, we’ll go outside, maybe you’ll remember there?”

He grinned, eye’s wide with excitement. “Good idea, Y/N!” He exclaimed. “You’re so smart!” He pet your head.

You shook your head in amusement and lead him out to the back yard. It was still pretty crowded out there, but the music wasn’t as loud and you could actually find a clear place to stand.

“I remember!” Justin shouted, pulling your arm back to stop you from walking any further. “I lost my number,” He burped. Lovely. “Can I have yours?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure if this was a joke or not, or even a set up from Monty or someone. “Justin, I will hurt you.” You warned quietly.

His eyes widened in shock. “Why?!” He exclaimed, covering his crotch instantly. You almost laughed.

“Was that a pick up line or are you honestly just dru-”

“I like you, a lotta lot, and so, I don’t know, I asked the guys and they said to tell you that.” You wanted to hug him for being so damn cute. “Did it work? They said it’d work.”

You looked up to where his friends usually are, finding them all turned to watch what Justin and you were discussing. You finally nodded your head, laughing to yourself for falling for such a dumb line. “Yeah, Justin, it did.”

He grinned widely, turning to his friends and holding his arms up. “Boys!” He yelled across the yard. “It worked!”

lmao what is this

Into The Thick - Chapter 1

After serving 10 years in prison for the club, Pip is out and thrown into the middle of chaos. Follow as the only female son adjusts to change and loss.


I walked out of the plain grey door to claps and cheers from the rest of the MC. There were a few new faces, members that patched while I was inside, probably.
“Welcome home, Pip!“ Clay said, walking towards me with his arms stretched open for a hug. One of the new faces, from his cut I could see that he was only a prospect, was unloading a familiar bike from the back of the truck.
Clay released me from the hug as I gasped and ran towards the truck.
“You guys brought my bike?!” I ran my hands over the handlebars once it was placed upright. Tig walked towards me with my cut in his hands and I put my arms in.
“This feels good!” I exclaimed as I brushed my hands over the front of the cut. I laughed along with everyone else.
Clay clapped his hands together, “Right, back to the clubhouse, we’ve got lots to catch up on.”
Everyone mounted their bike, I had a little trouble doing so because of a wound that I had recieved from another prisoner on the back of knee. Sometimes it was easy to bend and others it seized up or caused me immense amounts of pain to do so, today was not a bad day and it had been relatively easy to move around on, but I still couldn’t bend it all the way. Then, we set off, I was in line with Tig and Jax and Clay were at the front of the parade, being President and VP.
Just to feel the sun on my face and the wind racing past me as I rode my bike, all as a free woman, it was the best feeling that I could have ever imagined. It actually made me laugh out loud and I heard Tig laugh along next to me and when I turned to face him, he stuck his tongue out at me and we both continued to laugh together.
Riding was something that I had longed to experience when I was inside and I realised how much I took it for granted.

When we arrived at the clubhouse, the garage was closed and there were a number of other friends, family and other charters milling around the lot. As we pulled up and into out respective places, mine having been saved for me while I was inside, everyone was cheering and clapping and, again, I took a bow as I stepped off of my bike.

— Throughout that night, I caught up with many people that I had missed so much when I was inside and I met so many new people as well, I had made a point to introduce myself to the new patches and prospects at Teller-Morrow.
I also got to see my son, Brody, and meet my soon-to-be daughter-in-law, Cora, he had waited to marry her until I got out of prison. It was so good to catch up with them, and they explained that I had a grandson who was at their house, currently Neeta was looking after him, and that his name was Dylan. I expressed my congratulations and told them that I would be down to meet him sometime tomorrow, and then encouraged them to get as off their faces as they could, pushed some beers into their hands and moved on as they laughed.
And, obviously I shared many many stories about what had happened while I was inside, being the only female member of the Sons of Anarchy often led to me trying to prove myself when I was first patched; and even though that had worn off the older I got and the more time that I spent around the other members of all of the different charters, I had definately stretched the truth on my side a bit as I regaled with my brothers.
It was only 8 0'clock and the party had been going on since 12. There were more people here than I had ever since in Teller-Morrow, so many that there were many spilling out into the courtyard and Gemma had to call for more beer because we had almost run out.
Tig and I were chilling at the bar.
“See anyone you like, Tiggy?” I said to him, he had been searching the room for the nights conquest for the past 20 minutes and so far all of the crows were occupied with brothers. Tig and I had shared a little something before I got sent down and I had kind of hoped that would rekindle for tonight; there weren’t many men that came around Teller-Morrow that weren’t SAMCRO, making my options limited.
“You wanna go to my dorm?” That was the thing that I liked about Tig, he was very straight spoken, never left me guessing what he meant when he said one thing and then another.
I took a swig of my beer, finishing the bottle, “I’ll meet you there in 5, gotta go see a man about a monkey first.” Tig laughed at the joke, nodded and made his way to the dorm.
I had met Juice earlier today and he had been introduced to me as the monkey with a typewriter and I had later learnt that Juice owned a pot shop. I was going to see whether he had any with him, for a gift of course.
When I found him, he was with Jax, Opie and another girl that I did not recognise.
“Hey guys.” I took a seat next to Juice.
It was Jax who answered me, “Hey, this is Tara, Pip. She’s with me.” I winked at her.
“Nice to meet you. Hey Juice,” I could tell that he already knew what I wanted and they all laughed at me, Tara didn’t, but I don’t think she got the joke. “The absence of your welcome home gift, is just, it’s breaking my heart. And I feel obligated to tell you that only one thing will mend it.” I smiled nice at him as he laughed some more.
“It’s in my dorm, I’ll get you some.” He said as he stood up.
“Hey! How come you never give me any when I ask!” It was Bobby who shouted about his injustice behind us and everyone laughed some more.
Juice turned to me, “See you’re getting me in trouble.” He joked.
“Don’t worry Juicey, you’ll come to learn that I’m worth it.” I said as I squeezed his shoulder and followed him as he pushed his way through the crowd in front of the bar and made his way to his dorm.
From what I remember about the clubhouse, Juice’s dorm was next to Alex’s, meaning that I wouldn’t have to travel far.
We entered the dorm.
“How much you wantin’?” He asked as he crouched down and pulled a safe out from under his bed.
“How much you got?” I said and he chuckled. “Erm, couple spliffs worth, I suppose?”
He handed me a bag that was definately more than a couple spliffs worth, “Welcome home.” I laughed and hugged him.
On the way out, I noticed the mini fridge in the corner of the room, fully stocked with beer. And I turned to face him.
“Hey, can I bum two beers off of you?” He shrugged.
“Go for it.”
Beer and weed in hand, we made our way out of the dorm.
I had my hand on the door of Alex’s dorm when Juice spoke, “Oh, that’s Tig’s dorm now. I can show you to the empty one, if you want.”
I turn to look at him, “No need.” I winked and entered the room. Alex was lay on top of the covers of the bed when I walked into his dorm.
“Hey, what took you so long?” He asked as he sat up.
“Got us some stuff.” I shrugged as I held up the beer and pot.

anonymous asked:

Just sent you a coffee! Could you pls write some sad/happy remadora headcanons, anytime is fine! Love your blog!!

You got it! Thanks for the coffee!

So let’s see….


  • “Merlin, Dora, I’ll be 55 when he graduates from Hogwarts. What do you think we’ll even be doing then?”
  • Tonks waiting up all night for Remus during full moon. How can she sleep, you know? Remus tells her not to worry, he’s done this a million times–Tonks has, by now, calculated exactly how many and knows it isn’t a million but may as well be–but Tonks knows that’s a fools’ errand, not to worry.
  • And when it’s no longer pre-dawn, but actual dawn-dawn, and Remus isn’t back… Tonks knows. She knows something’s wrong. Should she wait? Maybe he’s just… what, late because he’s gone to get the milk? No, idiot–he’s hurt, and she can’t wait, but if she goes and he comes back, if he’s not hurt and he’s just taking his time…
  • She doesn’t have to go. A cup of strongly caffeinated tea gone cold later, he does show up at their door. Most of him, anyway.
  • She helps him wash up, and she’s got an ointment ready for the scratches. Remus was surprised when he saw this earlier in the month, but did he think his girlfriend was just going to let him suffer on his own, for Merlin’s sake? I mean really, Lupin, I thought you were intelligent.
  • She watches the porcelain sink in the bathroom run rather red when he rinses out the wash rag.


  • “He’s got your eyes. … Oh, no, wait… Now he’s got… my mother’s eyes? Uh-oh.”
  • Remus teaching Tonks to slow dance because she thinks it would be romantic and of course he just happens to know. “Part of the subterfuge req list,” he smiles at her, and she almost laughs enough that she lets it go without a real explanation.
  • A very pregnant Tonks, coming into the living room to watch Dr Who in a large TARDIS night gown, and Remus spilling his tea because holy shit he loves this woman
  • Tonks perfects eating nachos in a way Remus had never even fathomed. Toppings and all.
  • Remus telling Tonks about the Marauder shenanigans, and she especially laughs at Sirius. “He never told me that part, what a bloody twat!”
  • The both of them waiting patiently in line and getting cut off by a Suburban Mom, who actually has to look back at them after a minute because they’re both wheezing with the effort NOT to laugh OUT LOUD because they’ve been verbally slaying her to one another for the last five minutes.
  • Tonks smacking Remus firmly on the back of the head with the Prophet because he speaks Welsh in the kitchen when he wants her to misunderstand, like a sneaky shit.

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The Contest-Part 2

To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.

Characters: Reader, Best friend Nikki (OC), Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles, misha Collins, other Supernatural cast and crew

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing about Jared and Jensen and the show.  Please be gentle as I am a delicate flower LOL.  For the purposes of this story, Jared and Gen are divorced.  NO HATE please !

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I smiled at him.  “Hi Tom.  I’m Y/N.  Are guys doing this contest thing too?”

Jared shook his head.  “Nope.  They hired me for the day to run lines with people.  Want to give it a try?”

“So your an actor?” I asked.  He was certainly easy on the eyes. 

“I’m trying to be.  You?”

I laughed out loud at that.  “I am so not an actor!  I only came to support my friend.  I don’t even watch this stupid show, yet here I am.  I’m a nurse actually.”

“Really? I’m sure that’s much harder than this.  But in a way it involves acting if you think about it.  You have to act calm and act like you know what to do at all times even if your scared to death and you don’t.

“That’s true.  I never thought of it that way before.  Can I just have a second to read through this?” I asked, looking up at him.  He was pretty cute  I noticed. I was often taller than a lot of men, but he was actually taller than me.

“Sure.” He sat down in the chair and pulled out his phone while I read the lines. It was a pretty emotional scene. I wondered where Nikki was and whether she had to do this too. I took a deep breath and stood up.

“Okay, I’m ready.” I was actually getting into this.

“Do you have any questions about the scene before we start?” He asked.

“Nope. I think I’m good.” I replied.

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Someone Else

In a State, Lachrimae

Pairing: Bucky X Reader, Steve X Reader (it’ll make sense when you read)

Words: 1,447

Warnings: Angst…and like 2 stages of grief!?

A/N: I am afraid this isn’t a happy ending you guys I am so sorry! I live for angst..when I write it at least. Also, the story could end here and you could imagine what happens. Having said that, if you want me to write another part, I will. Just know that it will keep being angsty. Comment please!!

Tagging: @thefandomplace, @tori-medusa-belongs-to-bucky, @jasmins3

Update: Next Part

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