i did this once when i was drunk

actualsquip  asked:

fedya dolokhov for president

reasons to vote Fedya Dolokhov for president:

  • fierce, will not let you down
  • strong man
  • very handsome, so you know he can charm people
  • respected: “Yet, though Anatole spent tens of thousands of rubles, Dólokhov lived with him and had placed himself on such a footing that all who knew them, including Anatole himself, respected him more than they did Anatole.”
  • gay
  • clearheaded even when drunk, so when he’s not drunk, you know he must be SUPER clearheaded
  • he once balanced himself on a windowsill and drank an entire bottle of rum, and if that isn’t impressive, then i don’t know what is
  • sure, yeah, he’s killed some people, but that’s only helping his resumé! shows that he’s driven and devoted.
  • gay
  • really good at making people gamble all their money and winning*
  • *he may have cheated a little but i think that shows good ambition.
  • got a cool nickname; people call him “Dolokhov the Assassin”, and only cool, fun-loving people get nicknames!
  • DID try to talk anatole out of the elopement. he was trying.
  • gay

anonymous asked:

Okay I wanna know more about you bc you're super chill and want to be friends but scared to message you. But do all the numbers!! Boom!

oh fucking shit

1.) what’s a song you depict with your childhood?

Spice Up Your Life by the Spice Girls

2.) did you have a memorable childhood pet?

Shelby, my mom’s first Yorkshire Terrier. My parents got him when I was a baby, so I grew up with him. He passed away when I was in high school. I miss him. :(

3.) have you ever been drunk?

Yes? I don’t want to say “of course I have” but I mean, I am an adult.

4.) have you ever tried drugs?

I smoked pot once. It wasn’t a bad experience! Mostly I stood rooted to one spot for like two hours because I felt too comfortable to move.

5.) have you ever completely regretted what you’ve said?

Yes, but I can’t think of something off the top of my head.

6.) have you ever made someone cry?

I vaguely recall saying some bratty things to my mom and making her cry as a kid. Ugh.

7.) has someone ever made you cry?

Yes. I think every time I’ve broken up with someone I have cried haha.

8.) have you ever been in love? if so, describe the moment you knew it.

Yes, I’m deeply in love with my boyfriend. I knew it on the fourth of July a few years ago. We had spent the day with some friends launching fireworks in his backyard and, I don’t know. I felt more attached to him than I’d ever felt for anyone.

9.) which came first the chicken or the egg?

Dinosaurs.

10.) are you part of the lgbtq+ community? do you support them?

I’m a gay man so yes and yes.

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TRUE STORY–THIS HAPPENED ABOUT EIGHT YEARS AGO, BEFORE I WAS MARRIED.

I was pretty surprised when I ran into B at the Home Depot. It had been at least a year since I’d seen him–since just before his wedding. We’d met when I moved to the city about 5 years ago and we were living in the same apartments. We spotted each other running a couple of times and introduced ourselves when we ran into each other at the apartment gym. Soon, we were work out partners. Soon after that, we were grinding our hard cocks together in my apartment. We were both dating women and we never did anything too serious. B was a stud and usually liked being on top as we made out and explored each other’s bodies. He had an awesome ass that I loved holding onto as he’d grind into me. Once, when he showed up drunk late one night, he let me eat that awesome ass, but a general pattern emerged of us making out, stripping each other, and him pumping a load down my throat as I stroked my fat dick. We were a good match and had a lot of fun until he got married and moved to a different part of the city. Our last session had been hot. He was more tender than usual and seemed like he was really going to miss me. For the first time, he even swallowed my load. It was a memory I’d stroked to many times in the last year.

And now, here B was, with that amazing ass on full display, right in front of me at the Home Depot. When I said hi, he looked just as surprised as I was. He and his wife had bought a house that was right around the corner from the condo I’d moved into. Looked like fate wanted me and B to be neighbors again. As we talked, I could have sworn I saw his dick growing in his shorts. I have him my new address and told him to come by anytime as we parted ways.

I can’t say I was surprised when B showed up that afternoon, sweaty and shirtless from a run. He was barely in the door before he had pinned me to the wall and was kissing me passionately as he pressed his sweaty frame into me. He’d been working out in the last year and his body felt better than ever. As I moved my hands down to that incredible round ass, he let out a deep moan.

We worked out way to the couch and he laid on top of me, grinding his rock hard dick into me as he kissed and licked my knock. His passion was real and he told me he hadn’t been with a dude since the last time we were together. I reached down for his dick and immediately remembered how amazing his hard thick rod always felt as it exploded in my throat. But as I started to move take his dick out of his shorts and get it into my mouth, he resisted, holding me down and grinding into me harder and harder. and then everything changed. In one move, he rolled over so his face was against the back of my couch and I was grinding against his back, my own hard dick pressing into his beautiful ass. The harder I ground my dick into him, the more he moaned. He buried his own head in the couch pillows to stifle his moans, but his seeming submission was making me feel more aggressive than usual. I pulled him back by the hair and told him I liked hearing him moan like a bitch. That alone made him moan louder than ever as he backed his ass up against me and ground into my leaking dick.

I couldn’t believe my luck when he realized he’d reached down and lowered his pants to expose his smooth bubble butt. I matched him move for move and pulled my own shorts down just enough to free my raging 8" dick. As I ground my hard dick against his bare ass for the first time, I could feel the precum leaking out of me. He was like a bitch in heat as he pushed into me, moaning and talking shit about how good I felt. How much he’d missed me. How much he needed this.

As he fagged out beneath me, I knew I had to take advantage of the moment. I lined my slick cockhead up with his tight hole and pressed as he worked his ass back into me. He moaned and almost cried as I forced my thick head into his nearly virgin hole. It took a fair amount of pressure and a series of short hard strokes to get B fully impaled on my rod, but he was clearly loving having my raw dick inside him for the first time. He writhed and bucked beneath me as I began to fuck him in earnest. As hot as it was to hear him moan and cry out as I plowed his hole, I pressed his head into the couch pillows so my neighbors wouldn’t hear me fucking this stud in broad daylight.

With his body pressed into the back of the couch and his head in the pillows, he reached back to hold onto my ass as I railed him. As his ass loosened from the fucking, he began to really buck beneath me, fucking back into me in time with my increasingly brutal thrusts. As I felt myself getting close, he turned his head from the pillows and begged me not to cum inside me. But it was too late and I told him so. I told him I’d swallowed dozens of his loads and now it was his turn to take one of mine. and I knew he wanted it. He’d come here to get my load this time and I was going to give it to him. Despite his protests, he whispered yes over and over as I ravaged his hole and my orgasm built.

When I exploded inside him, pressing his body firmly into the couch, his upturned ass worked every bit of my load out of my pulsing cock as he moaned beneath me. The incessant clenching in his ass as I came made it clear he was cumming to. My married top had just taken my raw load in his ass and had cum from the experience.

Within two minutes, he was up with his shorts and shoes back on, ready to head out. As always, he took a cigarette (wife wouldn’t let him smoke) and kissed me passionately before he left. After that, I only ever saw B around the neighborhood and we seldom spoke. But the summer after this happened, I did see B and his very pregnant wife at a neighborhood festival. I thought I might be in for some public fun when he followed me to the bathroom, but he just wanted to give me a message. As we left the bathroom, we whispered to me that he’d knocked his wife up the same day he’d seen me last. He couldn’t stop thinking about what happened, but he had to stay away from me now that he was going to be a dad. I knew then and there that I could get back in that ass if I tried, but B was a quality dude and I decided to respect his wishes and stay away from him. While that was the last time B and I hooked up, I stroked so many loads on that couch, looking at the stain he left when he exploded from the fucking I’d delivered. One of the hottest of my top experiences.

Balcony Scene (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which an impromptu performance of Shakespeare occurs at the foot of your stairs.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,558

A/N: @snugglebuck requested: Omg so I just say this prompt list and one of them was “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” and all I could think about was ALIL and Bucky doing this or like even when the reader is at the top of a staircase and like even better when he’s drunk or something. This takes place between “The Honeymoon Phase” and “Jealousy”

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - I can’t thank you enough for always editing my stuff for me. 

Originally posted by sixsunflowersbloom

After what felt like an endless day of classes, you decide to treat yourself to a night off. In order to fully enjoy yourself, you change into the coziest pajamas you can find and take all of your best snacks out of hiding. Once you’ve gotten everything you need in order, you close the door to your room and turn off the lights. The darkness adds to the overall movie theater atmosphere that you want to create for your night of Netflix and relaxation.

You’re halfway through your second movie when your door flies open. The bright light from the hallway is a shock to your system and you cover your eyes automatically, blindly searching for the space bar on your laptop to pause what you’re watching. “What?”

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Stay Away | Zach Dempsey x Reader (ft. Monty Dela Cruz)

Genre: Angst, Romance
POV: Reader’s/First Person
Warning: Containg swearing, violence and sexual harrasment!!

A/N: This was personally hard for me to write, but it was requested. It’s a bit heavy and it’s not the usual fluffy write-up you guys often get from me. Nonetheless, I will be posting a new fluff piece tomorrow, so stay tuned! Meanwhile, I hope you guys like this for now.

Request: Hai, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Zach and his girlfriend (the reader) are hanging out and he despite her trying to hide them he sees a bunch of bruises on her and gets really worried and mad asking her what happened only for her to tell him that Montgomery had beat her up in a drunken state because she refused to sleep with him. This causes Zach to get mad and go beat him up and threatening him to never go near the reader again.

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Zach and I were watching TV when he suddenly said he was hungry. I pout at him and sigh as a response as I got up from the sofa and make my way to the kitchen to quickly cook something up. Zach was feeling a bit hungover after yesterday and he loved being treated like a baby whenever he was sick. I took out 2 bowls of instant ramen to satisfy his hunger.

I held onto the sleeves of my sweater while leaning on the kitchen counter as I waited for the water to boil. The incident from Jessica’s party last night replayed in my mind once again. Zach would flip if he knew and I didn’t want to ruin Zach and Monty’s friendship. Besides, Monty was just drunk, I think to myself, he was just intoxicated and didn’t know what he was doing. But it still wasn’t an excuse, I continue to think. The incident scared me, Monty, scared me.

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His Wedding | nine

Summery:  Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.

Word Count: 3857

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warnings: heart wrenching angst, language.

Characters (by appearance): Bucky, Reader, Lily Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

A/N: This part made me too emotional and I cried several times and I had to take breaks from writing it because damn, it was too much. So far, the best chapter I’ve contributed to this series, and I really hope you guys like it!

Also I love Tom and Jerry.

Please leave me some comments to read when I wake up in the morning, so that they make my day! lol, love me, I’m needy.

Sorry for any typos :P

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Previously on “His Wedding” :

“Yes. I’ll be your maid of honor, Lily.”

What do you call a mistake that’s been repeat twice? It’s called a habit. And my habit is to say yes no matter which situation it puts me in.

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Literally just a bunch of Headcanons I’m sorry for this.

  • -Prompto: Had a special ringtone for Noctis back in Insomnia in case he ever had a nightmare s Prompto could wake up immediately and listen to him.
  • Once walked to Ignis’ house at 2 am to give him a hug because Ignis was feeling down.
  • Walked Gladio home when he got piss drunk and listened to him rant about how unfairly pretty everyone was and trees and the stars and shit.
  • Poured Monster Energy into his coffee during finals week and Noctis was both horrified and in awe.
  • “I would die for you” “Prompto all I did was put a spider outside”
  • Once kissed Dino’s cheek for killing a huge ass bug and Dino gained a crush on him for like 3 weeks.
  • Wiz has a plan set up in case Prompto ever takes his offer to work on the Chocobo ranch. He wants this boy to work for him.
  • Uploads pics of Iggy’s food on Instagram and gets loads of likes on it.
  • Niffs follow his Instagram and Twitter account because they like his Memes
  • “If no-one confesses to you Noctis I will wear a dress to Prom” “Sure” Noctis didn’t believe he would. He did and looked gorgeous.
  • Noctis picked hm up bridal style and then Gladio picked Noctis up bridal style and Ignis somehow managed to get Gladio on his shoulders and they ran down the street like that. Convinced that Iggy’s muscle mass is converted into patience and dry humour.
  • Is quick to defend Gladio and nearly got into a fistfight with someone twice his size for insulting Gladio. Gladio was amused but stopped him anyway.
  • His first kiss was with Noctis because he wanted to know what it felt like.
  • “No homo?” “Slightly Homo” “Like 50% homo” “Nah, we’re more like 95% by this point”
  • Has like 5 different songs in his head at once.
  • Doesn’t know how to respond to people who seriously flirt with him
  • Has a competition with Gladio now and then over who can shock or embarrass the other with their flirting and pick up lines. Ignis and Noctis think it’s the best entertainment ever seen
  • *sees someone who doesn’t like same-sex couples* *Immediately starts calling his bros Honey, Sweetheart, Darling etc. and has even kissed them before*
  • Will kill someone for that last Klondike bar so help him he will.
  • Knows how to sew and knit and patches up everyone’s clothes

I mean there’s more probably but I cant think of the others yet-Tea

All of these are great! They have all been accepted as headcanons for Prompto!

What Happens In Vegas: Part 15

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

Master List

A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was procrastinating big time and also life got in my way. There’s only one part left after this and an epilogue, so I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,184
(I know this is not a drab, and this is the longest part to date :O)

Warnings:
- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully beside you the next morning, after spending hours the night before trying to get him to fall asleep. His nerves were getting the best of him, and rightfully so. You’d spent most of the night coming up with a court summons for Peggy, so that you could finally find out whom Charlotte’s true father was. You pushed his hair off of his forehead and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The love you had for him swelled in your chest and, in that moment, you vowed to find the truth for him, to give him inner peace. Even though this was his own personal struggle, it would bring peace to you and your relationship with him as well. Maybe, just maybe, it would also mend his and Steve’s lifelong friendship.

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We weren’t really friends anymore,
around the time you had decided to put your lips on his.
And run your hands down his body, touching and kissing and licking every inch of skin I had already covered.
You and him were drunk and high, so I guess I couldn’t blame you right? You were both intoxicated so it doesn’t count, right? You weren’t in your right minds, it was a mistake, you didn’t mean to do it, right?
Except you did. You knew what you were doing. You were aware when his lips were on yours that they once belonged to me and you were aware that when your bodies collided that that body had once loved me with every fiber of its being.
They say that when you’re fucked up you say and do what you really want, so maybe you wanted all of that. Maybe you even wanted me to feel like this.
But we were never really friends.
—  v.m
He was my person
And I was his
Whenever he or I had a problem
We would run to each other
No matter how painful
it was to listen to
From whatever guy or girl
we were with
Feeling the jealousy creep in
To talking about how we couldn’t take life anymore
We hadn’t spoken in months
When I got a call from him
“I need to talk to you, you’re the person I go to.”
We had this intense confusing relationship
Over 4 years
The lines were blurred
But we never crossed it fully
He would push me away
Then pull me back in
Letting his feelings slip
when he was drunk
Until I stopped letting that happen
Because you can’t wait around forever
For someone to decide to be ready
And he did decide
When I was in a loving relationship
Even though I’ve given him a million chances before
Those ones didn’t matter
This one did
Just because he knows
I’m finally gone
And he knows the reality
That he used up all of his chances
Once and for all
You can’t expect someone to wait forever
Then get upset and regretful
when they finally decide
To walk away
—  Chapters from my life
Lose Your Keys, Find A Man

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom

Prompt: For the anon who sent in “Can you do a Derek Morgan x reader where she’s being harassing by some guy who won’t take a hint and he comes to her rescue?” 

A/N: Ah! I do love and miss my beautiful Derek Morgan so much! (Do I sound like Penelope yet lol? XD) This one is for the awesome anon who requested it and all the Morgan girls out there, not enough fics for him exist and I am happy to add to the collection. Enjoy :) Also, I’m still taking requests so if you want to hit up that asks box!

Note: (Y/N/N): your nickname

Word Count: 1.7 K

Rating: PG (maybe PG-13 if you really squint)


“Just one more drink she said, it’ll be fun she said! More like she’ll become a pain in the ass who can’t stand up,” you muttered as you dragged your friend Elizabeth out of the club with the help of your other friend Molly. The three of you had met your freshman year of college at Virginia Tech. Other than having one freshman english class, the three of you had polar opposite class and career tracks. You were a corporate lawyer, Molly was on the fast track to being a neurosurgeon, and Elizabeth was an aspiring painter. The three of you became inseparable and still shared an apartment, six years later. And it was times like this where you were glad you all had that kind of history else you might have killed the two of them by now. When you went out, you usually assumed the duty of being designated driver and “mom” of the night, while your two friends chose to drink ‘til they dropped, literally. 

“Look on the bright side, you can give her hell for this and shine a bright light in her eyes in the morning,” Elizabeth mumbled, stumbling slightly due to her drunk state and Molly’s extra weight on her shoulder. 

“Yeah right,” you snorted, “We both know that I’ll be handing out ibuprofen and coffee to you both in the morning and saying, ‘poor sweet baby’”. 

“True, but hey at least I’m not as much of a pain to handle,” she replied, as you hailed a cab. 

“Don’t even go there,” you said playfully bumping her shoulder. The passing cab came to hault and with you and Elizabeth’s combined efforts you managed to settle Molly inside. You reached in your purse for your wallet to ensure you could pay the fair and made a horrible discovery. “Shit, I think I dropped my keys,” you groaned.

“Just run inside and go find ‘em. We can wait.”

“No, it’s fine. I have no idea where I dropped them and this could take awhile. You need to get her home before she gets sick in the car.”

“Ok, just be careful. See you at home,” Elizabeth said. You closed the door of the cab and watched them drive off. You quickly walked back into the bar, not wanting to be outside for two long. You weren’t paranoid, just cautious. You’d heard too many horror stories women getting kidnapped outside of bars late at night. You quickly started scanning the room for a thick wad of keys as you walked back in. Not immediately catching sight of them, you trudged over to the bar. 

“Hey, Nick. Has anyone turned in a set of keys in the last ten minutes?” you asked the bartender, who you’d gotten to know since your friends loved this bar. 

“Afraid not (Y/N). Only things back here other than little old me are the drinks and a couple of notepads,” he replied cheekily. 

“Ha, well that was worth a shot. I’m going to go look over at the booth where we were sitting but if I can’t find them and they get turned in you’ll let me know right?”

“I’ll holler if they turn up.”

“Thanks,” you replied sadly, and dragged your feet over to the booth where you’d been stationed with your friends for the past three hours. You could kick yourself right now. All you wanted was to go home, but instead you were stuck at the bar looking for keys that you weren’ t even sure were there. You looked under the booth, then crawled in and stuck your hand down in the seats hoping maybe the keys had slid down in between. 

“Hello, pretty lady. Come back for more already?” some guy slurred as he stumbled toward you. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye and immediately recognized him as the man who’d spent the majority of the night trying to pick you up. And in turn, you’d spent most of the night trying to get away from him and his awful breath that stank of alcohol, which signalled to you that he’d had way too much to drink. 

“Just trying to find my keys,” you replied, casually and kept sliding your hand around the seats. 

“Well, maybe I could help you with that,” he muttered, in as sultry of a voice as he could muster up and slid his hand up your thigh and onto your ass. 

“What the hell are you doing?” you growled and flipped around, after ripping his hand off you.

“Just trying to get a little play baby.”

“Well find someone who wants to play with you.”

“Aw c’mon, pretty lady. I seen the way you and your friends dance with anything that moves. I just want a little of that attention.”

“And as I have politely told you all night, I’m not interested,” you snapped, using your foot to push him back a few feet. The man glared intently at you and you instantly regretted that last move. 

“Now listen here you-”

“Hey buddy, the lady said no so why don’t you back off,” a voice said from behind the man as a hand landed on his shoulder. You flicked your eyes up to the owner of the voice and you savior. Tall, muscular, and handsome as hell. Honestly, he looked more like he belonged in a movie than here in real life rescuing you from some guy. 

“Why don’t you mind your own business buddy?” the drunk man sneered, shrugging the foreign hand off of his shoulder. Your hero (as you had labeled him in your head) stepped between you and the drunk.

“It is my business when men like you are harassing a woman. So why don’t you scram before I have the other FBI agents in the room book you for attempted assault and harassment?” he replied flashing a gun and credentials. The man took one last look at you over his shoulder before stumbling off toward the door. “Well, that takes care of that,” he muttered straightening up before turning to you and offering a hand to help you out of the booth. “You alright?” 

“Yes,” you replied, taking his hand and pulling yourself out of the booth to stand in front of him. “Thank you so much, I’ve been trying to shake that asshole all night.” 

“Sorry I didn’t notice sooner.”

“It’s ok. He wasn’t being that ballsy earlier.”

“Well, no woman deserves to be treated that way,” he said. “Didn’t I see you leaving with your friends a few minutes ago?”

“Yeah, I put them in a cab to head back to our apartment once I realized I had dropped my keys somewhere in the bar earlier,” you told him as you did another scan of the bar. “I was trying to see if maybe they had slid down into the seat when the drunk bastard started creeping on me again.” You turned your eyes back to your companion and found him kneeling on the ground, pulling your keys out from under the booth. 

“These what you’re looking for?”

“Yes, thank you so much…”

“Sorry, manners slipped my mind. Derek Morgan,” he replied, handing you your keys. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), and given that you just essentially rescued me from some creep minutes ago I’m pretty sure your manners are fine,” you teased fiddling with your keys. 

“Like I said, it’s not right to treat ladies that way, especially one’s with smiles as pretty as yours,” he said, flashing a dazzling smile at you. You grinned at him and tucked your hair behind your ear. You were suddenly very aware that you were being watched. Glancing over your shoulder, you noticed a table full of people who were trying to nonchalantly watch the exchange going down between the two of you. 

“Well, I think I’m going to get going. I’ve got to drunks to take care of at home and I wouldn’t want to keep you from your friends any longer, but you might want to tell them to try being more discreet if they plan on watch people,” you chuckled. 

“I can walk you out if you want,” Derek suggested.

“You’ve been nice enough already, and the bartender is a friend so I’ll ask him to. It was nice to meet you, Derek,” you replied. 

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” he said and sauntered off back to his friends. You sighed dreamily and walked up to the bar. 

“Success,” you declared, leaning on the bar, and dangled your keys for Nick to see. 

“Awesome, now I don’t have to scour the bar for those when I close,” he replied washing glasses. 

“Nick, would you mind walking me out to my cab? It’s kind of late,” you asked, slipping said keys back in your purse where they belonged. 

“Didn’t Derek offer to walk you out?”

“How did you know that? And second question, you know him?” 

“First, I’m a bartender I hear everything. I was about to step in for you earlier, but Derek was ordering a drink and said he would handle it. Second, I don’t know him per say, but the crowd of FBI agents over there are regulars,” Nick explained as he set the glass down and picked up another. “He’s a big hit with girls, but I don’t think he’s seeing anyone.”

“I know what you’re implying, and knock it off. He’s way out of my league,” you shot back. 

“C’mon, (Y/N/N). You, my friend, are a catch and he’s a great guy who knows how to treat a woman right.”

“What do you want me to do, Nick? Walk over there and drop my number on a napkin in front of him?”

“Or you can give it to him now since he’s walking over here,” Nick mumbled, suddenly very busy cleaning that glass. 

“(Y/N),” Derek said as he walked up beside you. 

“Hi again,” you replied. 

“Stop me if I’m being too forward, but I was wondering if I could maybe take you out to get a coffee?”

“Like right now?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Derek nodded. “It’s almost one o’clock in the morning.”

“Well, I am a man who believes in living in the present,” he replied chuckling, “but I do see your point.” 

“You know what, I know a great diner that makes a mean cup of coffee and a fantastic milkshake,” you mentioned adjusting the strap on your purse. 

“Well, Miss (Y/L/N), let’s go,” he said grinning as he offered you his arm. You giggled as you took it. Who knew you’d find your knight in shining armor as a result of losing your keys under a booth? 


BONUS SCENE!

A/N: ok so when I was writing the first part it suddenly hit me what the conversation with the team would be like after Morgan saves the reader and goes back to the table, but I couldn’t figure out how to work it into the story so I’m including it as a bonus scene. Enjoy :)

“Nice to meet you too, (Y/N),” Derek muttered and strolled back over to the table the other BAU members were perched around, still thinking about (Y/N)’s beautiful eyes and smile. 

“So, is she prettier upon closer inspection?” Rossi teased as Morgan leaned against the table. 

“What are you talking about?” Morgan asked, snapping out of his stupor. 

“Derek, c’mon you are sitting which a group of profilers. Don’t think we haven’t noticed that you’ve been staring at her since we got here,” JJ replied, waggling her eyebrows at him. That was true, the team had arrived about an hour ago to continue their night of bar hopping and that was when Derek had noticed (Y/N). She had thrown the BAU’s resident player off of his game, big time. Instead of approaching and mingling, he’d decided to take the road of observing watching the way her smile lit up her face as she laughed with her friends and swung her hips. 

“We also agreed never to profile each other and I haven’t been staring,” Derek grumbled. 

“Right, so what’s her name?” Penelope asked leaning toward him. 

“(Y/N).”

“And I’m assuming you got her number, so when are you seeing her again?”

“I didn’t get her number,” he replied. A collective groan spread around the table, while Spencer smiled in the corner and extended his hand. 

“Told you, now fork it over all of you,” he said victoriously, taking a ten dollar bill from each member of the team. 

“What?”

“They bet that you’d have a date and her number by the time you walked back over here, and I noted the fact that you were ‘off your game’ as you would say, so I bet them you wouldn’t and I definitely won,” Reid explained, smiling smugly. 

 “Chocolate Thunder, bet aside I expect you to march back over there and score yourself a date else I hack her phone and call her for you,” Penelope threatened, poking his chest.

“I’ll show you who’s not off his game,” Derek grumbled, downing one of the shots that had been for the table before spinning and marching toward the bar where (Y/N) was chatting up the bartender. 

“Atta boy!” Prentis shouted.

“WHOO! GO CHOCOLATE THUNDER!” Penelope cheered.

Ruined my stepsister's birthday and got her banned from all clubs in town.

(warning: long story)

BACK STORY: When I was 12, my mom got married to a halfway decent guy. He’s not bad, but he’s not great either, but he made my mom happy and that’s all that I cared about. In fact, I cared so much about her happiness that I was willing to endure 6 years of living under the same roof as his self-obsessed, obnoxious, spoiled daughter, Amy. The entire time we lived together, she would project all of her insecurities onto me in the form of insults. Being young and wildly insecure about myself, these daily insults well and truly cut me to the core and just continued the cycle of crippling insecurity.

When I started “talking to” a boy for the first time, Kyle, she all of a sudden developed an intense infatuation with him and told me I was forbidden from communicating with him from then on. I was insecure but I was not a pushover. When I didn’t listen to her demands, she took it a step further and told Kyle I had ongoing relationships with several other boys (untrue), which he unfortunately believed. I was completely crushed. She then swooped in and took every opportunity to rub it in my face that she “won” him (i.e. inviting him to my birthday parties at home, inviting me out with her only to later reveal I would be thirdwheeling on their date, making him compliment me and then gloating about how she had such a nice boyfriend, etc). This sort of thing happened countless times, not with just boys but with friends and even workplaces! They ended up dating for two years and, although they had a nasty breakup, Kyle and I remained on good terms, which drove her up the wall. She would constantly ask me, “So did you guys hook up behind my back yet?” while claiming to have moved on already.

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i don’t know what made me turn into this, but i’m always teetering on the edge of angel and monster. on days i am the monster, i am all gnashing teeth, broken bones, and fleshy skin being ripped apart. i am all red. pure agony. pure flame. i am a wildfire, lighting a match and tossing it onto the prettiest, most alive patch i can find, just to hear the branches scream, just to hear the trunks burning, as i myself, once did. i dance in the flames of betrayal and listen so intently to the screams. sometimes i think they’re coming from me. sometimes i think the flame hurts me more than it hurts the ones being burned. when i am an angel, i am all soft cloud and light. i am blue skies for days, with a little bit of rain and a whole lot of sunshine. i am holding hands and light kisses and cotton candy at the circus. i am all good. i am laughter and smiles and feeling bubbly inside like you’ve just drank champagne but you’re really just drunk on love. drunk on the fact that the sunshine feels so nice and right on your skin and that blood is pumping through your veins and that you are alive. when i am good, i am soaring. and some days, the most complicated ones, i am both. half angel, half monster. i climb through the six feet of dirt i lie under and drag everyone around me who tries to help down with me to take my place. i make stepping stones out of people so i can escape the dirt. but when i am out, i cry. i cry because this isn’t right. because humans are not stepping stones. they, we, are just flesh stretched over bone, encasing a heart and a brain and vital organs. i tear myself apart so people can feed on my limbs because i’d rather hear my own stomach growl than watch people starve. i give myself away so people can survive down where they are set to rest. on these days, i am half super hero and half villain. i am always half of this, and half of that, and every night, i wonder what led me to such a split and how i can become whole again.

3 Billion Dollars [Part 12] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by s-tttop

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: fluff? mostly angst?

Warning: swearing, mentions of death, no real death, interaction with people?

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A/N: This is the second time Tumblr crashed on me right before I could post something and I don’t know why. Anyways this is I think my fav posted part so far. It’ll change, trust me. Well like always, my inbox is open and loves to have stuff! I love reading any and every comment so please leave stuff!

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Mr. Kwon had closed your laptop, grabbed a chair and set it by your bed. You watched as he eased himself into the chair. Ai had moved and claimed the inside of your lap as you crossed your legs. You were holding the ice cream. Slowly but surely you continued to make your way towards the bottom of the carton. You wait patiently for Mr. Kwon to start talking.

Mr. Kwon opens his mouth, finding the right words to use. “I think I should thank you before I do anything else. Ji Yong is my only family now, and I’m more than grateful that you kept him alive.”

You give him a half-hearted smile. Still frustrated and angry at Ji Yong to give him a happier reply. “It’s my job, I didn’t exactly go to medical school for nothing.”

“I did pick a good girl to look after him didn’t I?” Mr. Kwon said. He stared at your face, watching your reaction. Your face contorted in confusion, then discomfort. You stirred your spoon through the ice cream, taking a spoonful and filling your mouth. Mr. Kwon thought carefully, thinking out what he should say.

“You’re just as strong and independent as his mother.”

Your head shot up. Ji Yong never liked to talk about her. In the twenty plus years of friendship, he had only ever once brought up his mother. When he did he was drunk off his ass and he referenced her, saying that he thought his mother would be his guardian angel but he’d rather see her then have her protect him. You had assumed that she had passed away, and you had tried to bring it up once. It had ended with tears being shed from both of you, so you dropped it quickly by saying you’re there for him when he was ready to tell you. He never did though.

“You would’ve liked her,”

“Is this what you wanted to talk to me about? His mother? Because I don’t know anything about her. When I tried to ask about her he got very defensive and yelled at me.” You say. Although you were warming up to Mr. Kwon, you knew he would do anything to get his way, and sadly you weren’t a priority compared to many other things in his life.

“I know that sweetheart, Ji Yong is very sensitive about the woman he loves,” Mr. Kwon started. “You should see how he gets when he talks about you.”

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Basically watching Billy watch season 2 is hurting me and also I’m still dreading getting a William clip in a season that is supposed to be about Sana.

Every once in a while I’ll see a post saying “why do people hate William so much?  You shouldn’t judge people off of surface details.  The other characters are flawed too.”

I hate William because he did not simply do one or two things wrong, but he did a whole shitton of things that were fucked up.  He slept with Vilde without a condom when she was drunk and then acted like he didn’t know her afterwards.  He told her that she wasn’t good enough and only started giving her the time of day in order to use her to get to her friend.  When Noora called him out on this, he said “I had to be an asshole so that she wouldn’t be interested” but he could have just said that he wasn’t interested before they had sex.  He could have chosen not to have sex with her.  He could have told her afterwards when she was under the impression that they were a couple.  Oh, and he also could have not used Vilde’s interest in him as a way to get Noora to go out on a date with him.

There is also that he ditched Noora when she was terrified and told her that he didn’t love her anymore.  She was the one who thought she had gotten raped, but he acted like he was the victim in all this.  That is fucked up.

I don’t believe in judging people based off of one or two good or bad things that they did, but I do believe in looking at the pattern.  The only time I ever really liked William was when Noora was freaking out about Nico and she couldn’t sleep and he comforted her and held her until she slept.  But again, one isolated act of kindness doesn’t cancel out how he was horrible to her for the rest of the season.

Oftentimes people quote the thing that Noora has on her wall about how everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about.  But why does it only apply to excusing William’s behavior?  William didn’t think that “oh, maybe Vilde is fighting a battle I know nothing about, maybe I should be kind to her instead of sleep with her, ignore her afterwards, lead her on in order to blackmail her friend into dating me, and then go right back to ignoring her.”  He also didn’t seem to think “gee, I never actually told Noora that Nico was a predator when she met him so she had no idea that she needed to have her guard up around him.  Also she was acting like she was traumatized for the past few weeks and when I asked if she slept with Nico, she said ‘I don’t know.’  If it was consensual, she would have known.”

It also bothers me that we got a storyline of him fighting with these guys and we never got their side of the story.  We got the side of the story that was most flattering for William and made him sound like a hero, but what the hell were the other guys motives.  That guy who had a bottle get broken over his head and could have been seriously injured, what does he think?  Is he fighting a battle that we know nothing about?  Should we be kind, always, to him too?

Or does it not actually matter?

That I Can Do

A/N: An anon request for a fic where the BAU goes out and Spencer gets drunk. He ends up staring at the reader a lot and showering her with compliments. Fluffy drunk Spencer, some drunk dancing and kissing. @coveofmemories

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“Oh my god,” Garcia laughed, watching as Reid walked back to their table like a baby giraffe just finding its legs. “Reid is so drunk. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so drunk.”

The genius could actually hold his liquor. But he was holding quite a lot of it. “He’s so wasted,” you said, dancing with your ladies on the floor. “He normally doesn’t drink so much, I wonder why he decided to this time.”

Emily and JJ giggled much to your confusion. “I think I know why,” Emily said. “I think boy genius has a crush and he needed some liquid courage to get himself to say something.” Why wouldn’t Reid tell you if he had a crush on someone? He told you everything. Unless he just had his eye on someone since you’d walked in. 

“Are you serious?!” JJ screamed, unable to be heard over the loud music coming from the speakers. “He’s got the hots for you!”

You scrunched your face up in confusion. “Me? No way,” you huffed. There was no way he had the hots for you. To prove it to them, you left them on the dance floor and walked back toward Reid and the rest of the guys. “Hey babes.” You greeted them breezily, raking your hand through your hair; by the end of the night, you’d be able to tell JJ that she was out of her mind. “I’m parched. I think I need another drink.”

“I’ll come with you, beautiful,” Reid slurred, slinking his arm around your shoulder. Oh my god. JJ wasn’t actually out of her mind. Well, technically she still could be. Reid was beyond wasted. Maybe he didn’t feel this way when he wasn’t soaking in alcohol. Hotch, Rossi, who’d been very reluctantly dragged out (Hotch’s doing), and Morgan smiled wide. Had Spencer been talking about you to them? What the hell was going on? Never in a million years would you have thought Reid had the hots for you. “You’re so pretty,” he said as he leaned his head against your shoulder. You could practically feel him puddling on the ground. If it weren’t for him leaning on you, he would no doubt be on the floor right now. “I can’t believe I’ve never told you how pretty you are. I needed a-alcohol.”

“Reid, stop talking. You are so wasted,” you said, pushing his long hair back behind his ear. You were going to have to make sure he got home safely tonight. Sure you were pretty wasted yourself, but you were the responsible drunk - no matter how drunk you were, you made sure your friends were home safe.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he said. As you looked into his eyes, you could see his pupils darting around like mad. It was like he’d ingested enough alcohol to make them float.

“I don’t think you do, Reid.” You’d always thought Reid was cute, but with work as crazy as it was, you hadn’t really thought to pursue a relationship at all. Plus, as you’d told the girls, you never had an inkling that he had a thing for you. You honestly still didn’t believe it. “I think you’re talking crazy because you’re wasted.”

“But I’m not…talking crazy that is. I am very, very drunk though. But I’m definitely not talking crazy. You think I’m only saying you’re pretty because I’m drunk, but I’m not. I’ve always thought you were pretty, but you’re intimidating and gorgeous and I never believed you’d like me so I made myself get drunk to tell you how pretty you are.” As the bartender came back with your drinks, you watched as Reid took another sip. “I’m going to nurse this one. Otherwise, I think I might throw up.”

“I think that’s a good idea, Reid,” you laughed. In nearly three sips, you’d downed half the beer you’d ordered. You had no idea how to react to him liking you. Actually you did. Your immediate reaction was to kiss him, but one, you didn’t want to give everyone else the satisfaction of seeing that they were right, and two, you weren’t big on public displays of affection. 

However…the idea of him being drunk enough to actually dance with you made you wonder whether or not you should throw away your aversion to PDAs. He never danced. Ever. So you kind of wanted to take advantage of his drunkenness and get him to dance. “Reid, you wanna dance?” you asked casually. 

“Sure, why not,” he said setting his beer down on the table. He didn’t make eye contact with anyone, but you could see in everyone’s eyes that all they needed was some popcorn and they could sit back and watch the show. Fine, you would give them a show - nosy fuckers. “I’m super drunk anyway. Maybe alcohol makes me better on my feet.”

As you both made your way onto the dance floor, you took his hands in yours, turning around so your back was too his front. With ease, his body swayed with yours to the music. “You’re a good dancer too. And you’re pretty. How do you do that?” he slurred into your ear.

Your threw your head back and laughed. God, he was drunk. “I guess I’m just multi-talented, Reid. But I think you might be right about the alcohol making you a better dancer. You’re moving right along with me.”

“Wow, I guess it is working,” he laughed wildly as he looked down at his feet. He was so fucking wasted. When you made eye contact with JJ, she did that “I see you” gesture. Whether or not you did anything with Reid, everyone on the team was going to think that you did - so fuck it.

Just as the music began to switch to a different pace, you made a point of locking eyes with everyone on the team. Once you knew you had their attention, you reached behind you, placed your hand around the side of his neck and pulled his face toward yours, taking his mouth in a heated kiss. When you pulled your lips from his, he shook his head like a confused puppy. “Did that actually happen or am I just really, really drunk?”

“Both,” you laughed. “I think we have an audience.” 

Beyond confused, Reid looked around to see his teammates looking between you both. “I normally don’t do that kind of thing in front of people,” he laughed, placing his hand on JJ’s shoulder.

“No you don’t,” you replied. “Maybe we should get you home so you don’t fall over.”

He stumbled over your way, nearly losing his footing, but you caught him and righted him. “But I thought you wanted to dance?”

“If you come with me now, so you don’t fall over in an alcohol-induced stupor, I will dance with you before you pass out for the night. Okay?” you said, smirking at the rest of the team as you walked out of the club. 

“Deal,” he yawned. You weren’t going to get to dance with him; he was gonna pass out the second you got him home. “Can I get another kiss too?”

“That I can do.”

I’ve been wanting to share my opinion on this for so long, but I was waitong for a HQ image to come out. I’ll talk by groups, let’s get going!

●Takeru & Hikari:
•The hell are you guys even supposed to be? They have like skates on their feet?? And Takeru totally MADE Hikari wear that messy hat.
•At least their Digimon look cute and the headset is lovely, Hikari’s has Tailmon’s ear and Takeru’s has Patamon’s ear/wing whatever.
•Takeru is so gay in this one I mean to me he already is my gay son (sorry Takari shippers) but this just confirmed it to me.
•I love how Hikari’d wearing her typical colors and the whistle, well done 👏

●Koushiro & Jou:
•My second favorite group in here!!! They’re the nerds of the gang, I think being sort of DJs really fit them.
•Jou looks SO GOOD oh my God he turned out to be one handsome lad like you goo Joooooo!
•Koushiro’s wearing purple ans Jou’s wearing grey - which made me notice the fact that they’re all wearing their crest’s colors!!! So cute.
•Gomamon wins me over EVERYTIME.

●Sora, Mimi and PEGGY (Meiko):
•The three of them look ADORABLE.
•Mimi’s bow just fits her so well I love how her hair looks in here. I don’t like how stiff Sora’s hair looks ugh.
•Sora as the singer, tho!!!! Never saw that one coming, I’m living!!!! I guess Mimi and Meiko are the chorists?
•Piyomon’s wearing a tiny hat and that just melted my heart I can’t stop crying!!!
•Meiko isn’t blushing for once and I adore her beret!
•Again, I love how their shirts’ color match with their crests’. I’m guessing Meiko’s crest is sort of wine-ish?
•Meicoomon with those two lollipops is adorable I usually don’t like her but she looks cute in here.

●Taichi & Yamato:
•First things’ first, why the heck is Taichi the singer when in canon his voice’s awful 😂 really, Toei? Did you think we’d forget??
•They both look so handsome but specially Yamato like OH MY GOD ISHIDA, CAN YOU NOT.
•Agumon looks drunk, is he okay?
•Is Gabumon singing as well??? Can this get any weirder? 😂
•Yamato!!! And his bass!!! I can’t stop staring!!!!
•The fact that Taichi kept his goggles on even with the costume on?? I approve.
•Again, Taichi’s wearing slight orange and Yamato slight blue. Very nice detail!

I loved this whole idea, very fun to see :)

#Betcha didn’t see that coming  #Let’s pretend I’m extra confident about this

#NO #NOPE #what is this shit #i don’t like this #where’s jim #petition to bring him back from the dead

#shit shit shit shit shit  #how did she know  #what gave me away  #was it the green carnations in the wedding #or the bridemaids in lilac #perhaps this was a bold choice indeed #no we ‘re not together mary you have to believe me  #he only touched my knee once when we were drunk  #nothing suspicious i swear #he’s not with me #jawn help #and i thought i was hiding it so well  #plz don’t kill me 

#srsly now #is this happening #I can’t believe it #I ain’t got no time for this  #Sherlock plz concentrate I’m about to shoot you  #your gayness is unfathomable #IS JOHN IN THE BLOODY BUILDING

#oh #lol right #not my fault your question was ambiguous #straight bro John is downstairs

#well he answered in the second try  #I guess I must give him that  #I was expecting worse  #given


My actual reading of this scene

Summary: Matt likes to think Neil is done saying things that will get himself killed. Andrew disagrees.

Relationships: Matt & Neil, established Andrew/Neil

Warning: This is very pointless and the proof that I can write fluff and crack of anything. 

Word Count: 1474

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