i started this in an attempt to make a non red and black ani thing

where the lines overlap (m)

Originally posted by kths

jimin x reader red strings of fate soulmates! au

8.8k words

rated m for dirty talk, creampie kink, idk i just wanted to write a jimin soulmate au but whoops my finger slipped?? :/

recommended music: where the lines overlap by paramore! it’s my favourite paramore song EVER :)

Summary: there’s an ancient Chinese folklore of the red strings of fate that connect one person to another. These two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, and the magical, invisible thread may tangle or stretch, but it will never sever. You’ve never believed in these mystical threads of fate like everyone else, but one day you suddenly gain the ability to see the threads connecting the people around you.

The door slams shut, jolting you out of your peaceful reverie. If it had been anyone else, you’d be beyond annoyed to be interrupted while doing your weekly readings, but not when it’s him. The person in question knocks gently on your door before peeking his head in, strands of his bleached dove gray hair spilling over into his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him.

“Hey, I got dinner on the way back,” Jimin’s cheeks round out into a smile that reaches all the way to the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Every time he comes home he’s constantly sweaty and worn out, but it’s part and parcel of the life he chose as a dance major.

Tossing aside your notes, you follow him out into the small dining area of your shared apartment, still in your sweats. When he makes a move to sit at the table, you give him a playful swat on his chest.

“Shouldn’t you wash up first? If I’d known you were this gross, I wouldn’t have agreed to room with you two years ago,” you pretend to wrinkle your nose at his sweaty form, all while ignoring the way his shirt is moulded to his chest.

“Says the one still in her sweatpants. Looks like someone isn’t that hungry tonight,” Jimin smirks back, reaching across the table to grab the box of takeout that you were in the midst of opening. “I could totally do with those extra calories after Hoseok hyung cracked down on us today…”

“I’m just kidding Chim,” you hastily snatch back the takeout box just as he opens the lid of it, the delicious smell of hot noodles and fried pork slices wafting into the air. “Oh my god this smells so good, I’ve been starving all day!”

“Wait, Jinwoo didn’t come by? It’s your free day right? I thought he usually comes by to hang out in the afternoons,” Jimin pauses in his chewing to study your expression carefully, but you’re too busy inhaling mouthfuls of stir fried noodles.

“Jinwoo oppa said he was busy today,” you say around a mouthful of vegetables and noodles. “He has that huge midterm coming up next week, so I told him he should stay home and study.”

Jimin looks like he’s about to say something snide about your boyfriend of nearly 6 months, so you stuff a large piece of meat into his mouth instead.

“Yes I know, he was busy last week and the week before that too, but we’ve been dating for a while so we don’t need to see each other so often. We’re over that honeymoon stage already.” You say in a dismissive tone, focusing on chasing the remaining few strands of noodles around with your chopsticks and avoiding his gaze.

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Deranged: Part 12 (Final)

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence and tense situations

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11

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Carry You There

Have y’all seen this fan art by @fizzmouth that I reblogged a few days ago? Where Jack is carrying a drunk Bitty up the stairs? Well that’s been stuck in my head and now I wrote a ficlet about it. Hope you enjoy.

Getting wasted in the backyard of the Haus seemed like a good idea at the time, and after six beers, Bitty agreed that it was definitely still a good idea. It was March and the boys were celebrating the end of the regular season and the beginning of playoffs – their first game wasn’t until Friday, but it was Tuesday and getting Tuesday drunk made absolute sense. Truthfully, they had been celebrating the end of regular season and the beginning of playoffs for several days now, but this particular celebration included only the occupants of the Haus.

Well, not all the occupants of the Haus. Jack Zimmermann had an eight a.m. class and refused to participate in the Haus Backyard Bonfire Miller Lite Chug-A-Thon To Celebrate Making the Playoffs and Kicking Some NCAA Ass.

The celebration began before sundown while the weather was still tolerable. It’d been one of the warmer days in spring and Bitty had no qualms about shorts and a tank top while attending class and making dinner, but after beer number three the fire was roaring and the sun was sinking. Now after beer number six the sun was completely set and Bitty was cold. Not just chilly – he was shivering, quivering, and complaining cold.

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Title: “The Spooky Truth with Dr. Jones,” (½)

Summary: Emma Swan is a podcaster looking for a semi-interesting story. Dr. Killian Jones is a paranormal investigator who doesn’t believe in the paranormal. Emma Swan absolutely does not want to write this story—but it seems to be writing itself. A CS Black Tapes AU.

Notes: This delightful little AU was 100% inspired by The Black Tapes, a seriously awesome fictional horror podcast that you can listen to for free. Which you should. Right now. I’d like to thank and/or notify a # of awesome people who helped with this: @seastarved @zengoalie @ofshipsandswans @abbadons-little-witch @the-reason-to-sail-home @businesscasualprincess @swanandapirate (who also wrote a podcast AU, so if you like this, you should probably check it out). Also on Ao3.

+ Honestly, the worst thing about this job is the constant threat of, “You have a face too pretty for radio,” every time she has to conduct an interview with some bland fuck-boy that the country has suddenly decided is worth her time. If not for the occasionally tedious subject matter and overeager interviewees, it would be damn near perfect.

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Stranger in a Crowd

Prompt: Imagine Remy LeBeau (Gambit) seeing you in a crowded street and he just has to meet you.

Word Count: 1782

Warnings: Maybe language? A non gorey fight scene? Other than that it’s pure unadulterated fluff, y’all.

Note: Beta’d by the great @like-a-bag-of-potatoes. Also, this is my first Gambit fic and I REALLY wanted a southern fic lately.

Tags: @munlis @amarvelouswritings


Remy’s POV

Tonight wasn’t as humid as it usually was around Mardi Gras, but my lord, it was warm. The sea of bodies didn’t help a thing, either. My eyes scanned the crowd as I walked, checking for any threats. I hadn’t been bothered in a few weeks, which was nice, so tonight, in celebration of Fat Tuesday, why not have a little game of cards with some poor unsuspecting fellow at a nice watering hole? Of course, the French Quarter was crawling with tourists as beads flew, the smell of alcohol sweeping the streets, the perfume of seafood hitting my nostrils as I walked along, the warm air clinging to my skin like a blanket.

I had to find a good bar, and soon. The sun was setting, casting a handsome pinkish blue into the sky above us, but when the sun sets in New Awlins, lord, you better hold onto your hat here in the French Quarter.

Just as I looked up, I saw her. Her face was…it was like lookin’ into the face of an angel. My word…Her lips, her eyes, her mere presence was piercing. The way her hair swirled as a cool wind whipped through the streets and alleys. I don’t know what it was about her but she was completely captivatin’. Like a siren in the night, I was drawn to this girl.

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Mega-Mew’s Theory on Pokémon blog Aesthetics.

Through this research, I’ve “attempted” (in the biggest possible speech marks you can find) to analyse these 3 blogs and what makes their aesthetics a success. Let’s get started. First: @askanrattata

Rattata’s art style refers to a perfect blend between simplicity and realism in her drawings. The Pastel colour palette allows easy viewing on the eyes, and is constantly pleasant to look at. The main aesthetic of rattata is also to make things as circular as possible to almost everything in her drawings. Her thumbs, the tuffs of fur around her neck resembles that of a fluffy coat, and even her whiskers tend to be either bigger than usual or smaller just to satisfy that tolerance of the circular width-to-height ratio. This is seen when comparing the original Rattata’s whiskers to that of the blog’s rattata. In other news, the blogs rattata fallows more biology or real life rats compared to that of Pokemon’s original Rattata. the eyes show more black and leave little room for the white of the eye, perfect for Rattata’s more simplistic and cartoonish expressions shown in the image above. There’s also the hind legs that are shown to be thicker and resemble that of a real rat. This allows the gravity balance of Rattata and her ability to constantly stand up, giving a more human feel behind her. Lastly, outlining is important, but it’s not always acceptable. the black of lines stand out, and if constantly drawn, each block of colour becomes it’s own separate entity (sort of). The colours are also given a chance to shine as no lighting or shading is necessary for this simplistic rat, although there are some orange triangles in certain areas to resemble some shade, from the left ear and arms. (see below)

In short, Rattata’s art style resembles that of a real rat, with some changes to make her appearance more friendly, both in the contour of her drawings as well as the pastel colour palette.

Next is @daily-zorua

Unlike Rattata, Zorua’s colour palette is more “in your face” than anything. The contrast of the colours have deepened, and some colours have been completely removed such as the irises. Some of the body parts have also changed such as the tail, with the black and red motif similar to the tuff of hair on his head. Similar to Gardevoir, the blog’s Zorua allows his whiskers to become similar length to his ears, allowing a more circular, if not square shape to his head. Extra features have also been given to Zorua by reference to real foxes; the snout extends and the nose becomes bigger, taking up roughly 70% of the top of the snout. There’s also some really nice touches with dots for whiskers, and the canine maw looks inside the maw (see below). For comedic effect, more human expressions are given to Zorua by changing the eyes, the red eyebrows shift to give the expression instead of being a resemblance to Original Zorua’s shifty and mischievous nature, and the lower jaw’s length (see top image). Lastly, the fur around the neck expands like Rattata, and is darkened to give more attention to the head. Again, no shading is required.

Lastly, @occasionallysalazzle

Even out of her own blog, she’s still trying to spray away her reference by trying to neglect everything a Salazzle is: A shifty, almost succubus-like fire lizard. Colour is completely neglected except for character’s outlines, which only makes them more 2D than they already are. This makes them simple to draw, and leaves room for lots of editing in body structure. For starters, it’s obvious that Salazzle doesn’t follow her Pokemon reference, nor does she for her IRL counterpart, which makes Salazzle so unique and simple: There are so many aspects of comedy out there in the media, and with Salazzle’s non-existent colour-scheme and simple humanoid-yet-cartoonish body structure, she can fit into any category of comedy she deserves, but more or less likely slapstick comedy. While a original Salazzle has features such as narrow feminine eyes, long feet and hands, thin arms and a flickering tail, Occasional-Salazzle holds none of it; She’s her own woman and proud of it! She can be wherever she wants to be and she owns it. Her body structure is more cartoonist humanoid, and that means more circular and square shapes in her body structure, while holding some triangles for her natural species archetypes and is still recognizable.

That’s all for now. Thank you for reading this quick attempt at analyzing artists of the Pokemon community. If you want me to analyse more blogs, or want to touch up on what I have probably missed out on, contact me either through messenger or the ask box. I hope this also helps with anyone aspiring to make it big in the community, so long as you also have passion for it, but hey, don’t take my word for it.

from @ask-mega-mew

Taming the Rogue

Request: by @random-fandom-fangirl2112​: I was wondering if you could do a smut were the reader is a rogue wolf and has been since she was 5 and everyone thinks she’s an alpha but she’s really a beta? And one day Scott and Stiles encounter her and they’re all nervous and Derek senses their distress and shows up? You can finish it how ever you want just make it smutty please? Sorry this was so long!!!

Word count: 3068

Author’s note: I tried to depict the wolf side of the werewolves authentically, including being instinctual and the such. I hope I managed! c: I also hope you will be satisfied with how your request turned out, @random-fandom-fangirl2112​! Thank you for the amazing request ❤️

Warnings: language, smut, soft description of wounding someone

I’m running in the woods.

I can feel as the fresh, cold morning air fills my lungs with each inhale, the dry leafs and thin twigs cracking and breaking under my bare, soft paws, claws sinking into the loose earth, Sun is just barely bargaining on the horizon, painting the inky sky a pale purple. The forest is quiet, save for the few morning birds that are chirping. The taste of blood of my latest prey is seeping into my mouth.

This day is going to be the same as the others; I hunt, travel from state to state, maybe shift back to being a human like I do a couple times a year, then change back to my wolf self as soon as possible. I will watch the sunset, then sleep and repeat – as always.

By twilight, I arrive to a town which, according to the city road sign, is called Beacon Hills. I pass through the trees of the preserve in a slow, lazy strut, allowing myself to give in to the predatory instincts within me. I feel my muscles starting to buzz with renewed energy gradually, in sync with the air getting darker and darker.

I find a quiet spot in the woods and sit to allow my body to regain control over itself. After the past few days that I spent in a hustle and bustle, I crave silence and calmness around me. An owl flies to a branch of a tree near me, it creaking a little as the bird settles itself. A moment later, it begins its low humming song.

It’s nearly a full moon. The pale celestial body casts everything in a silver shade, while repressing the lights of the smaller stars surrounding it. My eyes fall closed as I give in to the serenity that engulfs me, but it’s soon destroyed by two males in the distance.

Irresponsible fury takes over me, muzzle opening on a sinister snarl, the animal side of me demanding bloodlust and carnage.

Without a second thought, I take off towards the source of the voices, paws barely making a noise in the fallen leaves as I’m approaching. I come to a halt behind a bush, ducking down, fur on my hunches straining up, that snarl still on my lips, a growl rumbling in my chest, eyes glued to the two boys. One of them suddenly puts his hand up in front of the other’s chest in order to stop him. He looks attentive, wary.

I flex my claws against the moist earth. I get ready to attack.

“Did you hear that?” he asks.

“What was I supposed to hear?” replies his friend, glancing around carelessly. He moves his flashlight along with his gaze.

“Rustling,” comes the answer. “I could have sworn I heard something.”

“Well, Scotty,” says the guy in a chatty tone. “Seems like your same ol’ senses aren’t as good as they used to be. They are playing a trick on you.”

“Stiles, this isn’t funny,” Scott chides him. “My ears have never mislead me yet.”

“It’s probably just Derek lurking around somewhere. He promised to be here soon after all.”

He still doesn’t seem to be affected by his friend’s warning. I decide it was enough of inspecting them, and now it’s time to take action – my nose scrunches up in a loud snarl before launching at them.

They both yell loudly.

“Stiles, watch out!” Scott shouts, grabbing Stiles by the arm and hauling him away from me. He nudges Stiles behind himself so that he’s the one facing me now.

“Holy Hell!” he exclaims. “I thought besides you guys there were no wolves in California any more!”

“I did, too,” Scott assures, exchanging a threatening look with me. He extends his claws, ready to protect Stiles if necessary – and who am I to let him down when he’s expecting a fight? I scoff at him, still driven by that visceral rage that took over me not long ago, then attack him.

Due to the wolf in me, I instinctively go for the ankles to try and grab him by his joint, so that I can get to his neck then, but I have to realize he has fine reflexes and swift moves, making it so much harder for me to take him down.

My wrath wells up, extends and takes control over my actions, supplying me with enough power to manage to tear at Scott’s arms, leaving deep wounds in his skin, dark blood erupting. He yelps in pain and stumbles backwards by a few steps, his eyes flashing golden and fangs elongating.

I jump towards him again, but I’m tossed to the side mid-air. I immediately roll from my side to my feet, turning around to see who prevented me from continuing the combat we’ve started.

I snarl at him, to which his response is to howl right back at me.

The sound shakes my bones, my fibres, my cells, my mind – my entire being. I tremble with the urge to give in and to just obey, but I try to ground myself in my human side so that I could maybe overcome the stupor I’m in and keep up with what I’ve gotten myself into.

However, as soon as the man realizes my intentions, noticing how my muscles are flexing under my fur, ready to attack, his eyes glow an imperative ruby red and he howls at me authoritatively with all he’s worth.

My brain goes blank, and the only thing that registers is that a weak whine dies on my lips before I collapse to the ground helplessly, dry leaves enveloping my bare skin. My bare human skin.

I’m trembling. I’m human. I’m weak. I’m vulnerable. I’m exposed. I’m helpless against the hunters. I’m ruined.

I’m human.

The next thing I know is that something warm covers me.

“She’s a werewolf?” asks Stiles, shell-shocked. “I totally thought she was an actual wolf!”

“Technically, she was,” retorts a low voice above me, tone just this side of sarcastic. Hands touch my arms through the material that wraps around my body, attempting to guide me and help me up.

“Is she an Alpha?” asks Scott.

“No,” replies the newcomer. “She wouldn’t have changed back otherwise when I roared at her.”

I allow him to move me, his palms resting on my upper arms through the leather jacket he put on me, only for me to break out of his hold abruptly, fangs and claws extending immediately.

“Leave me alone,” I snarl. My vision goes black and red, letting me know that my eyes are now glowing in their vivid icy blue colour. The two teenagers take a tentative step back, whereas the man snorts.

“Sweetheart,” he starts mockingly kindly, infuriating me more. “I don’t think you grasp the concept of who has the upper hand here.”

“Usually cocky bastards like you can do nothing besides showing off their non-existing power,” I spit out, disdain seeping into my words. He angers me with his bare presence – he angers me because he forced me to change back. A smirk appears on his face.

“Wanna test it out?”

I don’t even spare time for a verbal response – instead, I go straight for the kill, attempting to sink my claws into his chest where his important bundle of muscles is relaxing and contracting, pumping blood to provide his system.

Just before I could lay a finger on him, he vanishes from my sight. Then apart from a sharp pain at the back of my head, there is nothing but black void pulling me down into a dark abyss.

. o O o .

I wake up several hours later. I can hear soft noises filtering through the ajar door that leads to the bedroom I’m laying in. I notice that I was dressed at some point while I was unconscious – now I’m wearing an oversized T-shirt and a thong. I’m not used to being dressed any more, having spent the majority of my years in wolf shape.

I creep out of the bed and start a mute beeline for the front door to leave. I sneak out through the door, finding myself on an aisle. It’s dark, but my vision is perfect during nighttime as well, so it isn’t an obstacle for me.

I sneak towards the stairs and descend them, but before I could land a bare foot on those that lead to the heavy-looking metal entrance, a voice startles me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Fuck you,” I shoot back, not even turning around. I choose to ignore the guy – he’s not a freaking royalty offspring, dammit –, and walk up to the door to escape, but I’m yanked back down from the second step. He turns me around harshly, aggressively hauling my body as though I were a doll that he can play around with as he pleases.

“I was expecting at least an attempt to kill me by way of thanking me for dressing you up,” he grits out through his teeth, looking positively fuming.

“I didn’t ask for it,” I point out, trying to wriggle my wrist free with no success; his fingers are as good as metal vises curling firmly around me. “Let go.”

“I’m not letting you go,” he says sternly. “I’m not going to allow you to go on a killing spree on my territory.”

“Oh, how protective of you,” I roll my eyes mockingly.

“Clearly you have behavioural issues,” he assesses. “You Omega have no idea how to show respect to an Alpha.”

“I see someone isn’t used to being ignored,” I singsong with a wicked smirk.

To wipe it off of my face, he shoves me into the wall. I yelp as the harsh collision knocks my breath out of me, and I find myself face to face with his scarlet glowing eyes. I flash mine at him in return.

“Won’t you ever learn your manners?” he growls at me.

“Not for you,” I whisper, kicking his legs to toss him off-balance and then pushing him away from me with my free hand. I manage to drive my foot into his side before he could catch up to me. The next time, however, he catches my leg and shoves it to the side. Instead of falling to my back, I make a somersault backwards, pushing myself up with my arms to stand again.

He immediately makes an attempt to sink his claws into my sides, but I get away from him by twirling a couple times, getting behind him and granting myself a clear shot of his vulnerable neck. I grab him, making sure the tips of my claws are biting his skin, only to throw him to the ground. Without missing a beat, I step on his chest to keep him plastered to the floor.

I smirk down at him, arching a brow, hands on my hips.

“Are you giving up yet?” I ask, rubbing my toe to his shirt in a cocky tease.

“Never,” he replies, taking a hold of my ankle and pulling at it, making me fall down onto his body. Instantly, I position myself to be sure I’m still the one being in charge – which means I’m straddling his pelvis. When his palms find my hips, a fuzzy hotness starts coiling up in my belly, urging me to unconsciously bite at my lower lip.

That, and the sudden spike in my scent inevitably chases out a reaction from him; his hands start rubbing at my skin, massaging it tantalizingly slowly, inviting my pelvis to dance along with them – and it does as I set up a slow roll with it, bracing myself against strong shoulders under me.

Our breathing is elevating, sighs coming out gradually louder, hearts starting to beat faster. I can almost hear as his blood is rushing through his veins, flowing south rapidly. I can’t help the small noise that leaves my lips as I grind down against him, feeling his developing erection nudging me.

“Holy –” he mumbles, voice barely above a whisper. Partially out of being turned on, partially out of craving payback, I allow my claws to sink into his sculpted shoulders, earning myself a hiss of pain from him. Dark stains of blood spread crawling in his shirt in a deformed circle around my fingertips, but he doesn’t care about it, just growls at me before tearing the material over his head.

“As obnoxious as you are, I gotta admit you’re hot as fuck,” I compliment, making a slow drag with my middle against his. He groans at the feeling, claws elongating, too.

“You have a pretty nice body yourself,” he says in return, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

“And what if you don’t get to see it again, baby?” I breathe into his mouth, just barely touching his pink flesh with mine. As soon as he tries to catch my lips in a kiss, I draw my head back, smiling down at him wickedly. I arch a brow. “Did you honestly think I’m that easy to seduce?”

“Stop teasing me, or I’ll have to take the initiative,” he says.

“Oh? You sound like I’d actually let you do that,” I comment, dragging my index finger down in a slow tease in the valley in the middle of his upper body which is dividing his pectorals and abs, going dangerously low. His jeans are riding low, granting me a clear shot of his black boxer briefs he’s wearing underneath. The two veins leading into his underwear are prominent and impossible not to notice. He makes a needy noise in the back of his throat.

I reach under myself, cupping his rapidly hardening erection in my hand through his pants, to which his response is to buck against my hand.

“Holy freaking shit, just –” he rasps. I lean down to whisper into his ear seductively, fingers flexing on him, “What, baby? What do you want me to do?”

Out of the blue, his eyes seep into their illuminated scarlet colour, his fangs elongating as he flips us over in a sudden surge of renewed power. I make a surprised noise as my body is moved – but he’s still not satisfied with having me under him; he also twirls me around to lay me on my belly.

When I turn my head to make a comment or two at the change in position, he murmurs, “Shut up” into my skin, even before I could get one sound out, leaving biting kisses and stinging nips all over my jaw, neck, and cheek, chasing out a whine from me. My inner wolf is loving this treatment.

On raw instinct, to try and seduce the male on me, I push my ass up to rub it against his bulge, letting my claws out and dragging them down along the floor under me, leaving ten lines there.

The next moment, I can feel him fumbling with his jeans, quickly ridding himself of them, pulling me flush to him with a palm spread over my lower belly. His hand starts inching up on my stomach, taking the T-shirt with it, soon finding my breast and kneading the soft flesh, making me whine wantonly. His length is poking me, only the thong and his briefs dividing our skins from the desired contact.

He begins rutting against me, his groans, pants and faltering breaths all directed into my ear, hotness spreading my insides.

Do it, dammit, or I swear to God I’m going to claw your eyes out,” I growl, need taking over me. He snickers against my shoulder, still covered by the tee he put on me, before shoving his briefs down and away, doing the same with my thong.

“See, you can submit, you just gotta be tamed accordingly,” he husks into my ear. I snarl at him, but it ends up morphing into a needy moan instead of a threat when he fills me in one swift, hard thrust.

He cages my body; my chest is squeezed to the ground, ass raised, claws digging into the floor as I can do nothing but fucking take it, meeting all his punishing pushes, back arching, his voice in my ear asking, “Will you submit to me now?” to which my response is to bare my neck involuntarily, signing submission.

His teeth sink into my flesh, sucking a massive lovebite into the surface, making me cry out in a high-pitched tone. His arms are bracketing me on both sides, his hot exhales lavishing over my back, burning me as though lava were licking over my nerves.

“Say my name,” he grunts in a low tone. “I want you to say my name as you cum.” My lips part to tease him, but he finishes with, “Derek. Say it when you come.”

Derek reaches down to rub tight circles around my clit, multiplying my pleasure. I shake violently as my orgasm hits me abruptly and intensely, crying out his name like he wished for, pulling him right in with me to white oblivion when I clamp around him, his fingers entwining with mine as both of our nails leave marks in the ground.

He drags his tongue up on the side of my neck, rolling his hips against mine a couple more times, making me bite my lip at the sensation, eyes fluttering closed. Derek then pulls out of me as soon as we’ve ridden out our highs, only to carry me over to his bed where he lays me down and scoots in next to me, covering us with the blanket. I don’t understand why he does this, but I let him – I merely want to wait until he’s asleep so that I can sneak away.

The fact that he has a strong arm wrapped around me is a factor that makes my plan a tad harder to implement, but I’m determined to carry it out anyway.

As soon as Derek’s breathing is slow and evened out, I squirm out of his hold. I take off the T-shirt he gave me, then I tiptoe my way over to the metal door, sliding it open carefully, trying to make the least amount of noises awhile.

I barely shut it behind me before my body morphs back into that of a wolf’s and I take off into the night.

Player 04

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Genre: Angst/ Smut

Characters: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Request: “1. Could you write an angst/smut vampire baek scenario where he finds his mate, but he rejects her she’s very different from his exs. She plays soccer and doesn’t take crap from anyone. Basically she’s a badass & doesn’t take crap him either.  2) Could the vampire baek scenario take place in a uni (specialized for vampires) and the girl is a half vampire half witch (That’s another reason why he dislikes her bc vampires dislike witches) but she somehow ends up going to that uni. Thank you♡” -anon

Summary: Vampire/Witch au.

Captain of the soccer team. One of the many supernatural beings in your University. To be more specific, a vampire witch. And that fact on it’s self was a little problematic. Other vampires on campus did not like you or wanted to be associated with you. Vampires and witches don’t have a good history to begin with and that apparently didn’t change over the years. But since you are half vampire, they let you in the University. You may have manipulated your way in with some spells but the point is that you’re in.

Basically everyone knew about your powers and some were intimidated by you. You did use them sometimes, for your own benefit of just to kill your boredom. None of the spells you did were harmful at all, you weren’t a witch that used black magic but that didn’t stop you from threatening annoying students into thinking you would curse them if they tried something on you.

As mentioned earlier, you were the captain of the soccer team. Contrary to popular belief, you didn’t use your powers to get to the position of captain of the team, you were gifted with the strength of rapid abilities by your ancestors and it made you a great athlete. And even though not everyone liked you, you had made sometime of bound with your teammates and they’re the closest thing you have to friends in the University.

Tonight was going to be a big one, you’re team was going to compete with one of the higher Universities that were made for vampires. All of you have trained for months non stop, awaiting such memorable moment. You are all have different strengths and abilities that make you work as a great team but with all the pressure that is being put, it’s making everyone nervous for the actual game. 

You were in the locker room, along with your team changing into your team uniform and listening to your coach’s speech. “You are all going to go out there and kick their asses. Play hard, use your abilities in your favor and don’t let anyone alone, this a team for god’s sake. Now, you have all been training and exercising for some time and that means I expect way better that you did last time and win. But there are a few pointers we have to discuss. As I say before every game, you have to play fair and that means no biting, no showing your fangs to intimidate, no showing off, and specially-” he stopped and looked at you dead in the eyes and said “no magic”. Then everyone turned to you but you responded “Yah, don’t worry about a thing coach! I mean, it’s not cheating if they don’t notice, right?” he just glared at you and continued “I don’t want any of your shenanigans out there tonight Y/N, play fair or I’m sitting you on the bench”. You huffed in annoyance and sat down as he continued his little speech.

The time came for the game to start. You walked outside with everyone and started stretching on the bench. Everyone look both anxious and ready. The bleachers were full of other students from both Universities, cheering on for their team. You could feel adrenaline starting to pump it’s way into your veins in excitement for what’s to come next.

Seconds later, the other team came out making all of your teammates turn their heads and stare in awe. They looked straight out from a magazine. They had slicked back shiny hair, clean and sharp uniforms, and determined expressions ans they walked to their side. As soon and they stepped foot on the field, you felt an odd sensation going throughout your body. Your heart started racing and you started feeling how sweat formed it’s way out your pores. You looked around until your eyes meet with the ones of a player from the opposite team and as you both made eye contact you knew why you felt the way you felt. 

Oh no, this can’t be. Not him, not now, you thought to yourself. You knew he was just as surprised as you because you could read the panic on his face as he realized you might be his mate. Neither of you pulled away from the eye contact, that is until your coach blew his whistle in your ear making you fall down at the sudden noise and cover your ears. “Come one, what are you doing? Staring at the other players? Take this seriously!” he stormed out leaving you like that in the ground. 

One of your teammates walked to you and extended their hand for you to take. You took it, standing up and they said “What happened to you there? We were calling for you and you just stood there looking out to the other side of the field” you looked over your shoulder into the direction where the boy was. You directed your look elsewhere and replied before walking into the field “Trust me, you don’t want to know”

We walked in the field and started the game. As you played you noticed he kept stealing glances of you but as soon as you look at him looking at you, he would turn away with an angered expression. You tilted your head in confusion for his actions. Why did he look so angry? Is it because of the whole mate thing that happened a few minutes ago? you thought. You figured that if he was angered because of you, that could be an advantage to use on the field and win the game. A smirk crawled it’s way on your lips as you look back at said guy and wink at him only to see his expression change from surprised to angered again.

The game was almost over and everything has gone to your advantage so far. You have been nothing but flirtatious (on purpose, of course) to your supposed mate and it made his blood boil. You were clearly nothing like he imagined his mate would be. He kept glaring at you, eyes turning blood red but you just didn’t bother to get angry, it’s not like you had chosen him, it just happened.

Only a few minutes were left before the game ended and it was tied, one goal and your team would win for sure. From the corner of your eyes you saw one of your teammates struggling to get pass another player that attempted to steal the soccer ball from they. An idea popped in your head as you smirked. “A little help wont hurt” you mumbled to yourself. With a movement of your hands you used your magic to make the path of the other team players completely slippery. A few seconds later you saw as they tried to run after the ball but tripped onto the ground, making your teammate’s run for the goal easy.

They goaled and you heard the whistle, meaning it was over and you had won! You ran to your team and started jumping up and down in excitement. As you cheered, you felt a tap on your shoulder and before you even turned around you already knew who it was because of the pounding in your chest. You turned to look at him but before any of you spoke, he pushed you hard into the ground, knocking the wind out of you. You landed harshly in the grass and lifted you head to look at him. His eyes were still blood red and his fangs were starting to come out. You had to admit, he was pretty darn good looking but he clearly has some sort of anger issue.

“What the fuck was that?” you shouted at him “I should be asking you the same thing, what the fuck was that?” he shouted back as he straddled your hips. You lifted your hands to his chest to push him back but he was stronger than you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, now get off me!” you said and he stopped his movements “Oh so your going to pretend you didn’t just mess with the field using your little magic?” you opened your eyes widely.

You are definitely in big trouble now. No one was supposed to see you using your powers, if people find out your team would be eliminated. You cursed yourself internally as you turned to look at him again. Struggling with your hands to get away from his grip, you said “I didn’t do shit, you’re just a sore loser” he chuckled at your comment and leaned his head down to yours. He whispered “Either you tell them or I do. You have before my team leaves to talk” and as you were going to say something back a voice was heard from behind the two of you.

“What the hell are you two doing down there?!” one of the coaches shouted, walking closer to us. The boy turned back to you and said “Time is ticking” and with that he got off you and walked back to his team, towards the locker room. You knew this was your fault and you had to fix it, otherwise you’d be out the team and everyone would definitely hate you.

You decided to talk to him to try and persuade him into keeping his mouth shut. There was also something inside you that craved being close to him again, even closer than you were when he rudely threw you on the field. But you push those feelings a side and ignored them.

You walked towards the locker room where his team was in. Now, you had to change your appearance because there was no way you would get in looking like you. You changed your body to look like their coach’s appearance and walked in. The only thing you could remember from the boy, since he never told you his name, was that he was the number 04 on his team. You blew on your whistle to get the attention of the players and said “I need to have a word with number 04, give us a minute” they looked at you and nodded at your command leaving the room. As they left, you closed the doors and changed to your normal body.

The only noise that was heard on the room was the sound one of the showers that was on. You were about to go look for him but the sound of water stopped and it was followed by footsteps. Then he came out, glistening skin, wet hair and a towel loosely wrapped around his torso. “You said you wanted to speak with- What the hell are you doing in here? Get out, you freak!” he said as he lifted his head and noticed it was you instead of his coach. You quickly walked to him and slapped your hands on his mouth, if someone heard so much yelling your plan would fail and you’d humiliate yourself even more.

“Calm down. I came here to talk to you so stop shouting” you said to him but he just ignored you “I don’t care! There’s nothing to talk about, I already told you what would happen if you don’t speak up. Now if you excuse me, I have to get dressed and leave to tell my coach the other team has a witch on their side” he said as he walked past you to his bag of clothes. In panic, you used your magic to snatch his clothes from him. The bag landed on your side, you grabbed it and walked over to the showers, turned one of them on and dropped the bag right were the water fell.

“Oops, look like you’re going no where” you said with fake surprise in your face. He huffed loudly and stomped his way towards you. He pushed you forcefully to the wall where the showers were and water started pouring down the two of you. He slammed his hands around you, trapping you in his embrace as he looked deep into your eyes with a furious gaze. “You… witch. I can’t believe you. I don’t know you but I already fucking hate you” he said “You’re lucky I fed before the game, otherwise I would’ve sucked your blood dry, you brat”

He kept spitting nasty comments to you but you were distracted. He was so close to you that you could feel how fast his heart was going. You could feel his breathing, you could feel him. You knew he felt it too but he was more concentrated on being mad at you at the moment.

You interrupted him and said “Are you sure this is about the game or about something else?” he stopped and stared at you. Both your heart beats seemed to grow louder by the second. “It’s not like there’s someone to blame, we don’t get to choose who” you said in a softer tone. For a moment you thought he had calmed down until he opened his mouth again. “Why did I get stuck with you? A bratty, cheating, useless vampire witch?” he said “I deserve much better than this”

You jaw almost dropped as you heard said words come out of him. How could someone be so rude to someone’s they don’t even know? You thought you were a bitch but he really topped you. You furrowed your eyebrows and said “Oh and you think you’re so perfect right? Who’d want to be with such self-absorbed prick? You think you’re so much superior than me, when in reality you’re just as bad or even worse of an asshole than me”

And with that he had it. You thought he was going to hit you but what really happened caught you by surprise. He crashed his lips with yours and started hungrily kissing you. The kiss was nothing but hard and rough. He placed one of his hands on your hair, pulling it, and the other on your waist pushing you closer to him.

You could do nothing but melt into arms and forcefully kiss him back. Your tongues fought for dominance but his won as his hands landed in your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. You moaned into the kiss and felt as he smirked while kissing you.

He started growing impatient and tugged at your shirt. He pulled away from the kiss and practically ripped it off your wet body. He connected his lips with yours and his hands started traveling to the back of your bra. He quickly undid the clasps, letting it drop to the floor and leaving nothing to imagination. He placed his hands in your breast, massaging them and giving your nipples a little twist, making you moan in pleasure.

This was your turn now to grow impatient as you kept feeling your lower parts getting heated but no action happening where you really needed it. You whined to him “Please, I need more” he continued playing with your nipples and said teasingly “What is that I hear? Is the little brat now begging for me, huh?”

You groaned “Just fuck me, will you?!” you said desperate to feel something. He just chuckled at you and said “Well, if you insist” and with that he turned you around making you face the wall. He took of his towel with a swift motion, revealing his throbbing member and pushed down your shorts giving him a great view of your ass.

He stroked his member a few times before rubbing the head on your folds. You moaned at the friction and said “Please, just put it in” making him smirk and say to you in your ear “You’re my bitch now”. And as he finished speaking, he slammed his member in you. You moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. You were already wet to begin with so it wasn’t that hurtful.

He started thrusting in and out of you with force, his pace growing faster and faster each time. You were not able to say anything as you were feeling so much pleasure. All you could do is moan loudly and try to focus on how good you were feeling.

His breaths were getting heavier and heavier as he pushed deeper into. He grabbed your hair with one hand and grabbed one of your breasts with the other. The sound of skin slapping and his low groans filled your ears, turning you even more it that was possible.

You started feeling as heat grew on your lower parts and your climax was closer. Your breaths were heavier and shorter as you felt out of breath. You shouted “I’m g-gonna cum!” and with that, you felt a wave of euphoria explode throughout your body. You orgasm hitting you harder than you ever thought. You felt as your walls clenched around him, making him closer to his orgasm. He hissed and a few seconds later loudly exclaimed “Fuck, fuck, fuck”. He thrusted rapidly into your walls and let his seed shoot inside you. He thrusted a few more times, slowing his pace, milking both your highs.

He pulled his member out of you, cum seeping out of your core. Both of you were still breathing heavily. And right as he was about to speak, a knocking was heard on the doors followed by some one, you assumed one of the players, yelling “Hurry the hell up Baekhyun, we’re about to leave!”. After all this time now I know his name, Baekhyun, you thought in your head as you looked at him.

A/N: I hope y’all liked it. It’s my first smut so be easy on meee. I’m a bit sick so I’ve been sucking at updating stories but i’ll release more sooner. Any questions or thoughts you can leave them on my inbox or messages. Take care, hunty *throws little kissies*

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For the 1000 followers thing; Shiro & Keith, 13.

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing! 

“What was that?” Lance burst out, sudden and startled.  “I- woah.  Did anyone else see that?”

Hunk grunted as he yanked the Yellow Lion’s controls, dodging out of the way of laser fire.  “See what?  There’s lots of things to look at right now, you’re gunna have to be more specific.”

Over the intercoms, Keith could faintly hear tapping and beeping.  “Actually, I think I do.  There’s a little ship out there. Tiny thing.  Doesn’t look Galra.  What’s it doing there?”

“I dunno, but it’s getting in my way.  I keep trying to use the sonic blast but it- there, again!”  This time, Lance went quiet.  “Wait.  It’s not attacking me.”

“I hope not, it’s barely as big as one of the lion’s paws,” Keith replied, finally spotting the ship as it circled around.  This time it darted away from Lance, and a few of the ships turned out to follow it and fire, but none managed to get a lock.  “Definitely not one of theirs, look.  Princess, Coran?”

Coran let out a thoughtful noise.  “I don’t recognize the design, but look at them go.  I’m not sure what they think they’re doing, drawing all that attention in such a little craft, but they’re doing alright.  Attempting hailing now, but I suspect they’re a little busy at the moment.”

A traitorous thought took root in Keith’s head, and he swallowed hard.

Whoever that was, they were a hell of a pilot.  And there were billions of those in the universe.  But only one that Keith wanted it to be.

One that they hadn’t heard from in months.

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I have a confession to make: I’ve been slacking on the omgcp train because… I got a Nintendo Switch… and the new Zelda is just too good

It did get me thinking about how the Haus (really the frogs) would react if someone brought home a Nintendo Switch though. Probably Bitty (who’s in his senior year at this point)? As a gift from Jack, who bought it deciding he wanted to give it a try after a life of non-video gaming? The two probably had some fun playing Zelda and 1, 2 Switch in Providence but decided it was too much of a time-suck for the two of them (senior year, Bitty’s Samwell captaincy, NHL captaincy), so Bitty drags it along with him back to Samwell.

Of course, Chowder’s been keeping track of Nintendo stuff, and his family/friends back home have been posting on social media about it, taunting him, when he knows they’re sold out within a twenty-mile radius of campus, so the boy is DYING to play it. When he sees the Switch in front of the television downstairs, he lets out a squeal an opera singer would applaud at. Nursey and Dex are very confused.

Nursey and Dex have probably all played at least a few staple video game franchises in their childhood, but Nursey abandoned them kind of quickly in his attempts to “chill”, and Dex couldn’t really afford consoles as a kid, so he’s only really played them at someone else’s house or something. Chowder plays a bit of Zelda with them as witnesses, and they pass it off as “cool” and go on with their day. (Very reminiscent of a certain confession about someone dating a certain professional hockey player tbh)

Except they’re secretly fascinated by it. For different reasons. They sneak downstairs and swipe it to play for a few hours when they know everyone else is in class. Sure, they both know fuck-all about the plot, but they get the basic premise – walk around, explore, complete quests, kill monsters, stop Ganon – and that’s more than enough for them.

Dex loves it like he loves any good puzzle. An encampment of monsters hoarding a treasure chest to themselves? Obviously, it’s time to start a fire and ride the updraft it produces to get the drop on them. Enemy that’s way too big to take out one on one in a thunderstorm? Bait it with food and turn that sucker into a lightning rod by chucking something metal. Dex is all about this. (He does, however, wish you could repair equipment instead of passively watching it slowly get worn down.)

Nursey’s more into the exploration and the sights. He’s a hazard to himself, really. Chowder leaves off after the introductory tutorials and dungeons, and Nursey decides it’s a good idea to make a beeline for the castle swirling with black and purple clouds and a ravenous demon circling it. He dies. A lot. Until something pretty and glowing red calls his attention to the east, at which he point he turns his focus on it. And dies. Again. A lot. Even death in this game - in the form of crisp, deep red laser beams and soft blue, plush as hell explosions - is a thing to behold. There’s just too many beautiful sights and only four measly hearts to spare, but Nursey’s a trooper. Or a troubadour. Whatever. He perseveres.

And the game is great! What’s not great is the fact that, at least twice a week, the two of them have a similar gap between classes, and they are itching to play. They’ve only played individually though, and they’re probably not looking to share, until one day, Dex cracks and asks, “If I get the game for the first hour, you get it for the next, and we just trade off, okay?” Nursey’s indignant and puts on a front to make things difficult, even though it’s a pretty reasonable offer, but ultimately gives in. Dex returns with the Switch in his hands like a kid stealing a cookie from a cookie jar.

But playing/watching each other play is an exercise in restraint.

Dex wants to work through whatever obstacles and monsters are in his way and complete the main story, but Nursey keeps pointing out randomly glowing things off in the distance no less than twice a minute, and it drives Dex crazy. He blows himself up on his own explosives no less than twice the first time they do this. It’s hard to play while swatting Nursey’s grabby hands away from the screen. (He also gets his hands on some pretty swanky treasure and weaponry thanks to Nursey’s observational skills, but he doesn’t say anything about that.)

Nursey just wants to go climb those icy peaks with the three oddly conspicuous conifers all in a row at the top, or go wander deep into that forest with the monstrously large skeleton in the center as dusk falls, but Dex is just screaming at him and playing backseat Zelda player the whole time. “You can’t go up there. You don’t even have a jacket for the cold! You’re gonna die!” or “Exactly what part of traipsing over the corpse of a dead monster, in a forest where there’s nothing else but undead monsters, is a good idea, Nurse?” Nursey starts to listen after the (reanimated!) skeleton sits on him to death a few times. Dex gives him the idea to maybe wait until the sun comes up before approaching the thing again, and if Nursey waits until Dex isn’t in the room before he tries it, well, that’s just a coincidence. (A coincidence with some kick ass swords as a prize, but hey.)

The third week they do this, Nursey grabs the Switch first and tries to suggest something new. “Yo, instead of us just messing with each other and pissing each other off, maybe we can just, you know…” He waves a hand in between them, half-sure Dex is going to do that squinty thing with his eyes to tell Nursey he’s making no sense and say no.

“Yeah, I actually did some research on that skeleton that dropped its ass on you last time. It turns out it-”

“Wait, bro, are you saying yes to this?” A pause. “And did you seriously just call googling Zelda tips and tricks ‘research’?”

Dex goes red in the face, and Nursey’s almost sure he’s about to take back his tentative agreement until Dex, the dick that he is, makes a solid case for why they should be working together. “Look, the game rewards exploration, and you’ve clearly got some affinity for the type of shiny things game designers set up as bait, but none of the survival skills. We’ve got what the other lacks.” Nursey’s mouth splits into a shit-eating grin. “Just work with me, Nurse.”

Nursey turns his head up in mock reconsideration for a second before remembering he’s one who asked in the first place; he knows it’s fruitless to keep it up any longer. So, he just does what comes naturally and opens his mouth again. “Aw, Dexy, that’s probably the sweetest thing you’ve said to me this year.”

And so begin their new Zelda escapades, whereby Dex picks an objective related to the main quest, and Nursey points out things that might be worth checking out on the way to their destination. They still trade off every hour, but there’s a lot less dying, and a lot more sweet, sweet treasure.

Chowder gets back from class early one day, and considers giving himself some Switch time before he notices it’s not in the dock. He decides he’ll live and is about to turn down the hall to his room when he hears some very distinctive piano notes echoing weakly from the attic.

‘Those fakers,’ he thinks to himself. He creeps up the stairs and swings open the door at the top, a chirp on his lips when he sees them. The chirp dies on the spot.

They’re both conked out, and Dex is lying next to Nursey on the bottom bunk, his head most definitely resting on his shoulder. Nursey’s is resting on top of his, the Switch still in his hand by the floor of his bed.

Chowder just giggles and snaps a picture of them before turning back around and leaving.

(Blackmail, he decides, is an even better way to get Switch time.)

destiny pt.6 (angel!jungkook)

summary: you’re just about ready to give up on life altogether; your love life is in ruins, you’ve lost your job, and your family couldn’t care less about you… and then you meet your blushing guardian angel, and maybe life isn’t so bad after all.

relationship: angel!jungkook x reader x demon!yoongi

words: 4,971

warnings: violence

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a/n: I was listening to music while I wrote and I found this song that I think you could listen to as part of kook’s perspective! here it is

Jungkook had wondered time and time before what it would be like for people to perceive him like they do other humans, to take his presence into enough consideration that they’d move out of his way if they walked toward each other on the street, or to mind his shoulder when they squeezed past him. He had even wondered what it would like to be stared at, like he’d seen people do to others all the time. But with Jaebum, a grown man with an unsettlingly stern gaze glaring holes into Jungkook’s forehead, he would’ve liked to melt into his seat instead.

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how to get into sfx (”horror”) makeup

I recently made a post about how to get into makeup, but in it I only talked about traditional, “pretty” makeup. I didn’t address the creepier side of it at all. I’ve heard a LOT of people say that they think SFX makeup is really interesting and that they would love to start experimenting with it, but they have no idea what products to buy or how to use them. I’ll warn you now – FX products are not cheap, and some of them can be a little intimidating the first time you use them, but once you get used to working with them, it’s really fun! With this kind of makeup, you can really transform yourself; the only limit is your imagination. I’ve only been into SFX for the last year or so, so I’m still learning and building up experience, but I think I’ve more or less mastered the basics. I feel like this kind of makeup is really more of an art form than traditional makeup, and (as with any other kind of art) you can really see yourself progress as an artist over time.

like with traditional makeup, there’s a few basic products that I recommend starting your collection with:

  • liquid latex (This is probably the product you’ll use the most in your projects. It’s easy to use, easy to remove, and not too expensive. Latex is most commonly used to create “fake skin” for fake wounds.)
  • face paint (Unfortunately, I can’t link you to the palette I use, because it came as part of a makeup kit. There are three common formulas: water-activated paints, alcohol-activated paints, and cream paints/grease paints. I recommend starting out with cream paints, because they’re the safest, easiest to use, and most forgiving of the three.)
  • a bruise wheel (These are special paints with a creamy, easy-to-blend formula, used to create realistic-looking bruises. If you don’t want to buy one, you can get the same effect with a combination of very dark red lipstick and black eyeshadow. I do recommend the bruise wheel though, because the yellow and green colors are really good for making your skin look sick or infected.)
  • coagulated blood (There are two types of fake blood. This one is the thick, clotted, nauseating kind. It doesn’t smear or run as easily as the more liquid-y blood does, and it adds an extra layer of icky texture to wounds.)
  • squirt blood/fresh blood/standard fake blood (This stuff looks like fresh blood. Different brands market it under different names, but they’re all the same: runny, deep red, and a complete mess. It’s super fun to work with, but you WILL ruin whatever clothes you’re wearing.)

Those products cover the basics, and it’s a good idea to master them before you move on to less forgiving SFX products. If you need ideas/examples, try one of these tutorials: x x  They’re both pretty easy, so they’re good “first attempt” looks to help you get used to the products.

Here are some other commonly-used FX products that you might run into:

  • rigid collodion (This is one of the scariest FX products to use, so I definitely DO NOT recommend experimenting with it until you’ve mastered the basics. This product puckers your skin in a way that creates very realistic fake scars, but if you don’t remove it properly, or apply it in the same place several days in a row, or put it on your lips or eyes, you could seriously damage your skin. I HAVE used it before and I was fine, so you don’t need to be afraid of it, but if you’re going to use it, be careful and make sure you know what you’re doing.)   
  • scar wax (This is literally just modelling wax for your face. I’ve seen it used with rigid collodion or alone to create scars or wounds, and used on its own to make prosthetic noses and brows. I have some, but haven’t used it yet, but my understanding is that it’s very easy to use.)
  • spirit gum (This is an adhesive, used for gluing prosthetics to your face. I’m pretty sure you need a special removal liquid to get it off, but I haven’t used it yet so I am by no means an expert. On the rare occasion that I do have prosthetics, I just glue them on with a little liquid latex.)
  • tooth fx (It’s paint for your teeth. You have to make sure your teeth are completely dry before you can put it on, and you have to make sure the paint is dry before you can close your mouth, but it looks really cool. It comes in lots of colors, from black to blood red to nicotine yellow.) 

Honestly, if you’re serious about getting into SFX, I recommend getting a stage makeup kit. It’s the easiest way to get all the basic products at once, and it’s actually cheaper than buying them all individually (like I said, FX products aren’t cheap). I got the Mehron Special FX Kit (which has all of the products I mentioned in this post in it) for my birthday last year, and it’s been a really great introduction. While some of the products aren’t the best quality, they’re good for learning and starting out. As you run out of things, you can replace them with better quality products.

Here are some tips and tricks to remember when you’re working with these new products:

  • ALWAYS DO AN ALLERGY TEST BEFORE USING A PRODUCT ON YOUR FACE. Testing products is really easy: I just apply them to the back of my non-dominant hand and leave them on for a couple of hours to see if I have a reaction. The only time I’ve used rigid collodion was when I recreated the Outsider’s brand from Dishonored, which doubled as my allergy test for the product. (And it did break me out, so I don’t use collodion anymore.) I really cannot stress how important allergy tests are – this is definitely a “better safe than sorry” kind of thing. 
  • You can use spirit gum near (but not on) your hair, as long as you have the proper removal liquid to get it off. This makes spirit gum the ideal adhesive for attaching things like elf ears, horns, ect.
  • With the bruise wheel, a little product and a lot of blending goes a long way. 
  • If you plan to work with latex a lot, I recommend buying a ton of cheap cosmetic wedge sponges to apply it with, because you will ruin every sponge you use for latex after one use.
  • Like with pretty makeup, I recommend buying a set of professional makeup brushes for this. DO NOT USE YOUR REGULAR BRUSHES FOR FX MAKEUP. YOU WILL RUIN THEM. (The Mehron kit I have came with several brushes, and you could also use normal paintbrushes as long as they’re soft and made from material you aren’t allergic to.)
  • You can create realistic-looking fake skin by layering liquid latex with very thin strips of tissue paper. Warning: doing this takes forever, because you have to wait for each layer to dry completely before adding the next one.
  • Don’t worry if your makeup doesn’t end up looking exactly like it did in your head, or exactly like your reference picture. SFX looks are very forgiving, because they don’t have to be neat, or pretty, or symmetrical. In fact, for most horror makeup, messier is better.
  • Contouring the hollows of your cheeks and your temples with a black or dark grey eyeshadow is a great way to instantly look more sunken in and skeletal (especially if you already have a white or grey foundation on). 
  • You can make your own foundation shades for whatever monster you’re creating by mixing face paint (or matte eyeshadow pigments) with your normal foundation. Foundation + white face paint = vampire. Foundation + grey (and maybe a tiny bit of green) paint = rotting corpse/zombie. And mixing your own colors is really fun! 

And finally,

  • Don’t be afraid to try new things, and don’t expect all of your SFX looks to turn out the way you wanted them to, especially at first. No one starts out as an expert. Remember the first time you tried to use liquid eyeliner? Be patient with yourself, and take on new challenges as you master basic skills. 

I hope at least a few of you found this helpful. If you have any additional questions, feedback, or product recommendations, or if you’re an old SFX pro who has advice/constructive criticism for me, please message me! I love hearing from you guys! I’m also open to take requests for tutorials (horror makeup or traditional makeup), if there’s something specific you want to know how to do (or at least see my take on it). 


prompt: “Person A and B are fighting, the fight escalates, Person B slaps Person A, the Person B kisses Person A and storms out. Person A just stands there holding their cheek.”

tw: fighting, cursing, panic attacks, homophobic parents (but if you blink you’ll miss it),

wc: 2k (holy shit, yay!)

a/n: First time switching POV’s in a fic :) Okay so i freaking love how this came out! Not exactly what i was planning but i was in such a mood to write that this happened. I put off all my homework to do this so i better go do that now lol .

*Dan’s POV*

Dan was mad, He was mad at Phil, which wasn’t normal. He and Phil had started talking this evening with some harmless banter until it wasn’t harmless. Phil kept encinuatiyng that Dan was depressed, Dan wasn’t, at least not right now, He knew Phil had a point because Dan had been depressed when they first met but he was better now. 

Dan was only sad some of the time, mostly when he was with Phil. That was because he loved Phil, not as a friend, as much, much more. And Phil didn’t know, obviously, or Dan would either be kissing him right now or out on the streets.

It took Dan a long time to realize that he was gay, or even that he was gay for Phil Lester. Dan didn’t know if that was because of his homophobic parents or just his ongoing internal struggle. But alas Dan loved Phil and Phil didn’t know. 

Dan was okay with that for a while, until he wasn’t. Everything Phil did made Dan love him more.

But right now Dan didn’t love Phil, not even a little bit (alright, maybe that parts a lie). Phil kept talking about how he just wants Dan to be happy, etc. Dan wasn’t having any of it. Phil kept droning on and on about getting help and that was when Dan snapped.

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The Light to His Darkness

Paring: Eric/Reader

Tags: female reader, dauntless, violence, fears/phobias, fluff, angst with a happy ending, guns

Summary: You’re a bold, ex-Amity girl who can’t manage much in life but to prove everyone wrong. When it comes to becoming Dauntless, there’s one obstacle between you and being a part of the black-wearing warrior clan: Eric.

Notes:  I’m just warning you that in here is a fear sequence like the movie, and in that, there’s a moment where it may be trigger-y for readers who are sensitive to falling, spiders, dark deep water, small boxes, cats and a gun on the forehead. It’s only a small part, only twenty words or so, but I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable.

Word Count: 2,561

Posting Date:  2016-05-19

Current Date: 2017-05-08

Originally posted by imagineseverywhere

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The Joker x Reader 9  (Part 2)

When The Joker is imprisoned in a nameless hell, what will happen when he meets one of its demons?

 Part 1: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/151416246506/the-joker-x-reader-9-part-1

Part 3: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/157974482931/the-joker-x-reader-devil

The Joker blinks slowly, trying to wake up. He feels completely numb but he makes an effort to turn on his side, trying to see if you are around.  He notices your shape about 6 feet away from him, eyes closed, your hands resting on your tummy. You look asleep.

“Hey, doll, wake up!” he grumbles, pushing himself to get on his knees. The taste of ashes, metal and blood in his mouth suddenly makes him gag. He spits out black saliva over and over again, coughing, attempting to clear his throat.

“Jeez, what the hell is this?” he grunts, disgusted, wiping his mouth. His eyes turn towards you again.

“Doll, are you OK?… Hey, hey!”

Absolutely no reaction.

He crawls on his four to get closer and stops right next to you. The grass around is burned and you still emanate some heat. He sees your eyes uncontrollably moving under your closed eyelids, your lips muttering words he can’t understand. You frown; afterwards a small smile appears on your lips, then nothing. You are such an interesting creature. Nothing exciting happened to him while captive, and he sure loves excitement. He studies you, intrigued, and with a groan he brings his knees to his face, resting his cheeks on them. J’s blue gaze goes up and down your body and something gets his attention: a thin gold band on your ring finger.

Do you belong to somebody? he wonders, wishing he knew the answer for his personal knowledge.

You are so quiet, completely still now and he realizes it doesn’t look like you’re breathing anymore. Mister J leans over and places his head on your chest, trying to hear if there’s any heartbeat. He deeply inhales your scent, pressing himself even harder against you. God, he didn’t touch a woman in months.

*First he was at Arkham prison for a couple of weeks, waiting for Frost and his men to come bust him out. Before it happened, he was moved. They came one night, cornered him in his cell and poked him with syringes. The Joker tried to fight them but the drug made him weak and he felt asleep. When he gained consciousness, he was in the glass prison. He lost track of time in there. Nobody was really talking to him, there was no notion of night or day; all they did was keeping him there with no explanation.*

J starts purring, glad he can finally sense your heartbeat. His left hand caresses your shoulder, his chin resting on your chest for a few brief seconds. His eyes carefully scout your face for any trace of movement. He buries his face in your neck, smelling you again.

“Don’t do that,” you suddenly whisper, while cautiously pushing him away. “SHE gets jealous.”  The only answer is a low growl.

Mister J gets up, struggling to stay on his feet. He grabs your hand, helping you up too.

“Say, kitten, where the hell are we?” he scoffs, looking around, totally disoriented.

“Close to Gotham, maybe 3 hours away. I know this area is secure, don’t worry. Nobody comes to these woods anymore,” you sigh, stretching, starting to walk down a small path in between the trees.

“Do you know where we were before?”

“SHE told me it was deep under Pacific Ocean. Top secret place, reserved for the…worst of the worst as they like to think. It’s gone now, but I am sure they have another nameless abyss somewhere else. All the prisoners died, except us. And they call us the bad guys…I’m just sorry SHE didn’t have more fun before it all went down,” you smile, turning your head so he can see you. J is falling behind.

“Come on, Damian, move it faster!” you shout, lifting your hands in the air, a bit annoyed.

The Joker feels like the lightning struck him. He stops in his tracks, his non-existent eyebrows furrowed, instantly alert and defensive.

“What did you just call me?”  

“Damian. Isn’t that your name?!” you ask, confused at why he’s suddenly hard of hearing.

“How…How (he exhales loudly) in the world you know that?”

“I can see it above your head,” you calmly reply, pointing your finger in thin air. The Joker looks up and of course he can’t see anything.

“You’re messing with me, right?”

You shrug your head in denial and keep talking. “I can see how old you are…the accident, the fire…oh…” you gulp before you continue: ”…all the bad things that happened to you…Is that the reason why you’re like that?”

His eyes are widened; you can see he is panting, clenching his fists, holding back his anger. You roll your eyes, unimpressed.

“Do you want me to tell you when you’ll die?” you smirk at him, slightly entertained by the situation.

He scrunches up his face in a grimace, not really knowing what to say or do at this point. He doesn’t like not having the upper hand; not being able to control the situation drives him crazy.

“Well, do I wanna know???” There is so much exasperation in his voice.

“Jesus, relaaax, you can change that. Besides, I’m not going to tell anybody what I know. I don’t really care. Your business is your own. I mean it.”

“If you ever repeat what you just told me to another soul, I swear I’ll kill you doll!!!!” the Joker threatens grinding his silver grill, while his temper gets the best out of him. 

“Hahahaha, that’s a good one. I would LOVE to see you try,” you snicker, walking backwards, your eyes turning white again because SHE is getting protective. A few branches snap and J feels a menacing presence all around him.

“Stop, stop, he doesn’t mean it, don’t hurt him. I told you he’s off limits, OK?” The entity is not happy it can’t tear the Joker to pieces.

“Who are you talking to, is it that…thing?” you can sense him right behind you now. He finally caught up with you.

“ SHE’s not a…thing. SHE’s me and I am HER. We’re one.“  You part your red hair to the side, listening to the voice. SHE tells you SHE found HIM.

“Were you born like this?”

You barely hear J, you’re paying attention to the deafening whispers only you can discern.

“No…no…I wasn’t.”

You cover your ears and you stop. J bumps into you.

“Why are you stopping?” he complains, over exaggerating.

“I need to go; I’ll be back for you. Wait here!” you shriek, interrupting his train of thought.

“Hey, where are you…(your body vanishes, leaving a trace of dark mist and ashes behind) going?…”


Flag is in his bunker, looking through files, trying to come up with his next move. The Department of Homeland Security is not very happy with him right now. He doesn’t like not feeling productive and not being praised for his good work. He messed up and he knows it. You got away…again.

His desk starts rattling; a few small objects roll and fall on the floor. The colonel smells something burning and he knows what it is before his eyes find you in the corner of the room.

“Hiiiii, honey,” you grin, emphasizing the last word.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He moves his chair away from his desk, startled, biting his lip. He always does that when he’s nervous.

“Don’t try to call anyone or you’ll be sorry,” you threaten him and he knows you mean it.

The room is getting hotter.

“Are you here to kill me?” Flag lifts his chin up, looking you in the eyes.

“Oh, the brave soldier you are, honey… I am not here to kill you, don’t worry. I haven’t sunk as low as you. “

He swallows the lump in his throat.

You go and sit on the desk and he just stares at your blood stained t-shirt.

“Rick, why did you try to kill me…again?” you ask in soft voice, changing your tone, trying to hold back the tears you feel could run down your cheeks anytime now.

“You are not my wife and I will hunt you and try to kill you until…”

“I AM YOUR WIFE, YOU IDIOT!!!!!!” your voice echoes around the office, SHE is getting alarmed by your sorrow. The floor starts shaking and finally black tears stream down your face.

“It was always me, even after I turned. ME, do you hear me? I’m still here and you are too weak and blinded by ambition and what your superiors tell you to see the truth. They are using you. I thought you would (you touch your heart with your hand) FEEL it’s still me in here.”

You wipe your nose, sniffling.

Flag’s eyes get watery.

After a few moments he gets up so fast he knocks his chair down.

“Shut up, demon, you took my wife and you are trying to deceive me! Why are you doing this ?!… GIVE ME BACK MY WIFE!!!GIVE HER BACK!!!!!”

His face is as red as your hair, he screams so loud he runs out of breath.

Your heart sinks to the bottom of your chest.

The paintings on the walls are starting to melt. SHE is not happy to see you so upset. Too bad you won’t allow HER to avenge you. SHE just waits for a sign in the darkness, that’s all it would be needed.

“Honey, you will never see beyond the veil clouding your eyes,” you whimper, slowly taking your wedding ring off. “I’ve came to give this back to you.”

You come in front of him and take his hand. He winches when he feels the heat irradiating from your being on his skin. You open the palm of his hand and place the ring inside, then close it. He feels helpless.

“Hear me out, Rick: don’t try to find or catch me EVER again. Do not try to hurt someone under my protection. I never fought you before because it’s YOU and I couldn’t bring myself to cause you any harm. Next time we see each other, I will let HER kill you, have no doubts about it…” You sniffle again, taking a few steps back.

“Remember, it was always ME, you should have loved me and protected me regardless. It wasn’t my fault SHE came to me, was it?”

You look so broken, so…human, almost like…his wife.

Your body starts to disappear.

The colonel is trembling, not being able to control his sobbing, tightening his grip on your wedding ring even more.

“No, it wasn’t your fault…Y/N…Y/N? Y/N?… WAIT!!!!” He’s trying to touch you but it’s too late, you are gone. He covers his mouth, trying to calm down.

The room got quiet, nothing moves anymore, the only proof of you being there is the melted glass on the paintings and the wedding band he’s so desperately holding close to his heart.

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Always Beautiful

A/N: This is a Spencer x Reader request where Spencer watches the reader’s makeup routine. @coveofmemories


Pretty much every day of the week started with you getting up slightly earlier than Spencer so you could apply your makeup for the day; it was fairly simple, just concealer under the eyes and on any blemishes you had, a light shade of lipstick, usually pink or nude in color, and a bit of corresponding eye shadow, but one day of the week, usually a weekend, you’d get more in depth. On Sunday mornings, you’d get up earlier than Spencer so he wouldn’t see the face mask you used - it was pretty intense and kind of gross-looking. You wanted to keep some kind of mystery in your relationship, so you thought it best to keep him from seeing that.

As your alarm rang under your pillow, you got up, turning it off before walking into the bathroom and showering. After you got out, you wrapped a towel around yourself and started applying the volcanic face mask you’d become addicted to. You swore by the Boscia aluminizing black mask from Sephora - with one application, your pores were minimized, oil was practically non-existent and your face had a brighter glow.

It was thick and made your face feel ten times its weight, but it worked amazingly well as long as you kept it on for 30 minutes or until it was completely dry - usually between 20 and 25 minutes for you. 

You couldn’t do anything until the mask dried, so you pulled out the book you were reading and set a timer. It was nearly fifteen minutes later that you heard footsteps from down the hall. “Morning babe,” Spencer said, turning into the bathroom to see you covered in a mask. “Is that what you do every Sunday morning?”

“Uh-huh,” you replied, feeling the mask tighten as it worked its wonders. You attempted to turn away, not wanting him to see you like that.

“Are you embarrassed?” he asked surprised. 

You admitted it. “A little. I know I shouldn’t be.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” he laughed. “I think you look beautiful no matter what you wear…or don’t,” he smirked. “Can I watch the morning routine?” He came into the bathroom to sit down on the bathtub wall.

“I guess,” you said, pulling out the makeup you were going to use for the FBI formal tonight, “if you want to.”

“I’d like to see how you go from being already beautiful to differently beautiful,” he said smiling.

You blushed, pulling out a red lipstick and eyeshadow for your patented smoky eye. “You don’t think I look better with makeup?”

“Not at all,” he said, not missing a beat, “Just different, but just as beautiful.”

You felt at the mask to feel that it was dry, so you started to peel it off gently from the top of your head down to your chin.

“That’s the you I think is beautiful,” he said softly, your face completely bare of any makeup. “You don’t need anything else.” 

“Well,” you started, giving him a quick kiss, “Now you can see what goes into making me look like I do for a big party.” First, you picked up the concealer, dabbing it onto a small zit you had at the bottom of your chin. Thankfully, no other zits were to be found, so you wiped the concealer under your eyes. “This is to get rid of the bags under my eyes,” you laughed, using your finger to blend the light mixture into your skin. “I have permanent bags.”

“They’re a sign that you work your ass off,” he said, leaning over to look into the mirror with you, “so I find those beautiful too.” Then he sat down, but not before kissing the top of your head.

Gently, you smiled at him, wondering what you’d done to have the best boyfriend in the world. With the foundation done, you picked up the “Ruby Woo” color of MAC Shadescents that you’d found recently; it was the perfect shade of red for you. It was very matte, so it went well with the shinier eyeshadow you planned on doing. As Spencer looked on, genuinely curious as to how you did your makeup, you traced the outside of your lips with the tip of the lipstick, ensuring that none of it made its way onto the rest of your face. Then, with the outline done, you applied the rest, leaving you with a perfectly kissable set of lips. You puckered at Spencer, stealing a kiss before moving on to the blush. 

“Very minimal on the blush for me,” you said, turning towards Spencer with the brush in hand. You wiped the nude colored hue on your cheeks with one motion, using a dry piece of makeup wipe to blend it in. “Otherwise I feel like a clown.”

“You’d be a very sexy clown,” he laughed, picking up the eyeshadow on the counter next and handing it to you. “This next?”

You shook your head, ready to apply the hardest part of your makeup - the smokey eye; it was so hard to get correctly. “Technically, but first I need primer.”

“Primer?” he asked confused. “For your eyes?”

“Yup,” you replied, chuckling at his shocked face. “It helps the eyeshadow set and stay better.” After applying a light coating of primer, you took the palette of eyeshadow, dipping the brush into the silver color and working it into the corners of your eyes. A slightly darker, less shiny shade of silver went in the middle and then an even darker shade of gray. In between each application, you used a fluffy blending brush to get things as smooth as possible.

“It takes this much work for something like this?” Spencer asked, looking at the clock in awe. You’d been sitting there for nearly 20 minutes after having taken the face mask off. “Being a woman sucks.”

You snorted, nearly messing up your eye makeup. “Yes it does. A lot is expected of us. But I only do this for special occasions, some women feel like they have to do it all the time.” Next up was a bit of an orange-brown color in the crease of your eyes that helped to transition the color. 

“Will the orange be visible?” he asked. “I feel like orange doesn’t go with your outfit.”

“It doesn’t and it won’t be visible really, it just helps to transition the last shade.”

Getting towards the end of your eyeshadow, you blended in a near black color at the outer corner of your eye. With quick motions, you added a cream color below the eyebrow, a dark green underneath the eye on your eyelid and the dark nearly black color over it. You were going dramatic for tonight’s party. It went well with your plunging red halter dress. “Then I use this black eyeliner to make wings,” you said. That was the easiest part for you, you had steady hands - the rest was just tedious. “And finally,” you said, taking a deep breath, “some pencil on the water line to make my eyes pop.”

Once you’d finished everything, you turned towards Spencer, face finished and ready for the party in a few hours. “Complete it with a plunging red dress and you get to walk into this party with me,” you laughed.

Standing up from the bathtub, he grabbed your hand, asking if you wanted him to make you something to eat. “Absolutely, I’m starving,” you said, grabbing your stomach. The makeup had taken a bit longer than you thought. “How do I look?”

“Beautiful, as always,” replied.

Just Like They Never Saw Me (Part 1)

Inspired by Ernst being involved in The Dark I Know Well; all the other boys hear about Martha’s struggle in passing, but they think she is in the minority- that sort of thing doesn’t happen anymore- until they see the aftermath up close. (about 2500 words. It’s sad and long.) ((Mentions of abuse)) 

Part I | Part II | Part III |

Based off Deaf West’s characters; signed dialogue is in italics

Hänschen had the wonderfully annoying habit of walking into class at the latest opportunity to be considered early. It kept the teachers from thinking he was too interested in being their favorite, like Georg, but focused enough to always be on time, unlike Mortiz.

It was early winter and Hänschen was bundled in his hat, scarf, and heavy coat as he made his way to school. The path wrapped around the town and allowed Hänschen to avoid seeing anyone from town and being stopped for senseless droning chitchat. The academy was just in his sights when noticed that all the window oil lamps were lit- something he usually did before the rest of the boys and their teacher arrived. Hänschen swung the door open and saw the other boys not only early, but all huddled around the first table.

“What are you boys up too?” Hänschen asked, using one hand to untuck his scarf and the other to sign his inquiries.


Otto was facing away from the table, watching Hänschen nervously. Hänschen hung up his coat and hat on one of the few hooks along the wall and watched the boys suspiciously. Georg looked between Hänschen and whatever it was they were crowding around as Hänschen walked away from the door.

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I do believe that is possible, my dear Anon.

shhhh. I wrote this at 2 in the morning.

Words 2k+ (because i have no self control and wrote a 2k word imagine)

No trigger warnings. This is purely fluff and happy thoughts.

I hope you are safe and cozy, drink lots of water and get some sleep.

Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Your phone vibrated loudly on the table. The vibration pattern let you know that it was Pete who was texting.

“Hey [y/n], me and the guys are having a movie night at my apartment tonight, you in?” you read from your phone screen. The type was blurry as you had just woken up from a nap.

“Yeah, sure. What time and what should I bring?” you replied as you stumbled from your cozy bed. You read the time. It was 5:15pm. You had slept for a couple hours and you were happy about it as you wouldn’t get much sleep while hanging out with the guys.

Pete replied to tell you that the festivities would commence at 6:30 and to bring beer. That gave you an hour to get ready and to get the beer. You walked in to your closet and got a simple black jumper and a pair of black skinny jeans. You pulled them on and went to attack your hair and attempt to tame it.

You decided to straighten your hair and braid it. It seemed a little illogical to straighten it before braiding but your hair would never lay flat if you didn’t. You lined your eyes lightly with black and put on a light red shade of lipstick.

You pulled on your combat boots, grabbed your keys and wallet and you walked out the door of your little apartment. Your apartment was quaint but you didn’t spend a huge amount of time there as you usually toured with the guys or you were at Pete’s apartment.

You were in charge of helping to boys with anything they needed. You were their ‘assistant’ and photographer but in reality, you were paid to make sure that they didn’t do anything too stupid and to take photos of them for publicity. You oved your job and you loved the guys.

You drove to the liquor store that was conveniently located near Pete’s apartment and purchased what should be considered an illegal amount of alcohol. The cashier gave you a look as you paid for the alcohol.

“This is what happens when the guys put me in charge of bringing alcohol to movie night. This will hopefully last the week.” You said as the cashier made a sound of ‘oh, I understand’. You paid for the $200 worth of alcohol and took the bags to your car. After the drive, you walked up to Pete’s door, you weren’t going to carry six bags of bottles and cans of alcohol up a flight of stairs by yourself.

“Hi, I’m looking for a big strong man to help me carry a shit ton of alcohol.” You said to Pete as he opened the door.

“I think we can find someone who is up to the task.” He says as the two of you walk to your car. He doesn’t say anything as he looks at the absurd amount of alcohol you purchased.

“I see that I was not specific enough in what kind of beer to get. I think you bought the entire liquor store.” He chucked as he took four bags, leaving you to take the other two.

“I bought a lot, but now there’s not need to buy any more for a while and the cashier thinks I am friends with some intense alcoholics. It’s a win-win situation.” You say as the two of you walk in to the apartment where the guys are sprawled out across couches and chairs, talking about assorted things, most likely music related.

You knew what they were talking about but they didn’t know that. You were a bassist and you were really damn good. You decided you would be better with executive things than you would performances, so you became the guys’ assistant.

“[Y/n]!” “Yay, our better part is here.” “Well, I guess this means no illegal activities tonight!” the guys said as you went in to the kitchen with Pete to put the alcohol away. You laughed at the idea that you could keep them from illegal activities as they were all bigger and older than you and could easily do whatever they wanted. But, you had been their assistant since you were 20, and had plenty of stories you could tell their fans if they disobeyed you.

You had gotten the job by dating Pete when you were 19 and he was 25. This wasn’t a prerequisite for the job; it’s just how Pete had met you. The two of you dated for a couple weeks and decided it was better to just be friends. You had now had this job for almost 9 years.

The guys walked in to the kitchen and didn’t even question the amount of alcohol you purchased. They just chose what they wanted and took the bottle.

“Oh hey, Andy, I grabbed a couple different non-alcoholic drinks, they should be in the fridge now.” You told him. He smiled and thanked you.

The five of you settled in to the lounge with your choice of drinks.

“Instead of movies, why don’t we try some music trivia? Take a shot if you get it wrong.” Joe suggested.

The five of you looked at each other in agreement. You found a website with music trivia that you could pass around the circle on your phone and ask each other.

Pete started off with a question for Patrick.

“For what band was Sebastian Bach the lead singer?” Pete asked. Patrick immediately lit up as he answered with Skid Row in a chipper voice that was not usually used in reference to Skid Row. Pete muttered something, undoubtedly profanity under his breath as he took a shot of his choice of alcohol. The four of you who didn’t have to drink let off a little laugh but Pete looked offended by the harsh liquid.

8 rounds later, Joe had taken 2 shots, Pete had taken 2 shots and poor Patrick had taken 4. Patrick wasn’t exactly tipsy at this point but he was a little off. You and Andy had sat down next to each other, exchanging little comments as the guys made fools of themselves.

Andy had pulled you next to him as the two of you came to the realization that you were more bystanders than anything. The guys didn’t know about your knowledge of music and no one was interested in making Andy take a shot of what was probably sugary fruit juice.

You sat next to Andy, your legs over his lap, his arm around you. You could feel him breathing and you could feel the vibrations in his chest when he spoke. He was the equivalent of a human furnace but you didn’t mind. You had a crush on Andy and didn’t mind that he liked to hug you like this.

“Hey [y/n], we haven’t asked you anything.” Pete said in a matter of fact tone. You smiled at his discovery.

“Go for it, Petey.” You said.

“Okay, who was the bassist for The Who?” he asked, looking proud of himself. He thought that he could just make you drink that easily, but you knew all about famous bassists.

“John Entwistle.” You say without missing a beat. Everyone looks a little shocked as you answer. They have known you for a long time but they know nothing of this side of you.

“Okay, smart one. Who was the bass player for Deep Purple after Nick Samper?” he asks as he downs his next shot.

“Oh. Really? That’s easy. Roger Glover.” You figure that they will know eventually that you know music, why not now? Pete squints at you and takes his next shot. Joe volunteers to ask the next question.

“Who was the founding member of Black Sabbath and what instrument did he play?” Joe asks, you figure that he expects you to answer with Ozzy.

“The founding member was Terry Butler and he was a bassist.” You answer, Joe looks dumbfounded.

“These questions aren’t very difficult. You’re going to need another liver if you keep going like this.” You retort as Joe throws back his shot. The guys look at you, looking purely confused.

“There’s a lot that I keep to myself. What do you guys think I do with my fleeting free time? Sleep?” you chuckle as you finish your beer.

You stand up and walk to the kitchen and the guys start a conversation about what happened. You giggle to yourself and start to bag the trash that has accumulated throughout the evening. You don’t notice until he is standing right next to you that Andy has come in the room.

“Oh hey. You startled me.” You smile at him as he looks at you thoughtfully.

“Okay. You may be able to keep it from everyone else but I want to know about the musical knowledge. That’s is some random knowledge to have.” He says as you continue to gather trash.

“Not much to it, Hurley. I just know music.” You say with a bit of a flirty undertone as you call him Hurley and smirk. He stops you by lightly grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him. You giggle at the action as Andy isn’t usually the grabby type.

“Is that how you want to play? I know that you don’t just ‘know music’. I know that you help the sound crew whenever we play and I’ve seen you write music before. You don’t have to be ashamed of it, I want to know.” He says, sounding stern at first, but as Andy is, he ends up sounding sweet and huggable.

“It’s not difficult to see that you have calluses on your hands, I know that you play some instrument. I’ve heard you sing. I have now seen you beat the guys at music trivia.” He says softly, you suddenly become aware of your proximity to Andy and the fact that he has a hand on your waist and his other hand is holding yours.

“I could show you. I wasn’t trying to be secretive. I just knew where my place was and it wasn’t music.” You say quietly. He smiles at the suggestion of you showing him that you can play.

“Hey Pete, I have something to show you guys. Do you have an acoustic bass in the other room still?” you ask him. He looks a bit perplexed but tells you where to find one. You walk in to the room and find to bass and a heavy pick. You are a bit nervous but you have the bass part to Dani California by the Red Hot Chili Peppers memorized so you know you can do it.

You walk back in to the room to find the guys sitting on the couch. Andy looks pleased by the fact that you said that you would play.

“[Y/n]? What are you doing?” Pete asks. You giggle as he slurs his words a bit, the shots taking their effect.

“Okay, so I’m not sure as to the reason that I haven’t told this before, but I know more about music than you guys realize. I started playing bass when I was 16. I started piano and vocal lessons when I was 11 and taught myself guitar when I was 15.” You explained. You told them everything about your musical history but it was all directed towards Andy who kept a smile on his face the entire time and encouraged you to go on when you would get side tracked.

You began playing the bass line for Dani California and singing. You knew the lyrics by heart and sang it with ease.

Getting born in the state of Mississippi 
Papa was a copper 
And Mama was a hippie 

In Alabama she would swing a hammer 
Price you gotta pay when you break the panorama 

She never knew that there was 
Anything more than poor 

What in the world does your 
Company take me for

Black bandana sweet Louisiana 
Robbin’ on a bank in the state of Indiana 

She’s a runner, rebel and a stunner 
On her merry way sayin’
Baby watcha gonna do

You looked up at the guys. Joe, Pete and Patrick looked dumbfounded but Andy looked proud. Andy looked like he had known all along. You finished the song and the guys whooped and hollered. You got commentary from all the guys, they harassed you for not sharing your talent and you traded stories.

At about 1:30am, the three who had taken shots were dozing off. You covered them with blankets and worked quietly with Andy to clean up. The two of you always seemed to end up as part of the cleaning crew.

After you got everything cleaned up, Andy asked you if he could talk to you outside so there wasn’t any worry of waking up the guys. You obliged of course. He pulled your hand lightly in to the cold outside air. You turned to him and he started to talk in a way that you hadn’t heard from him.

“Look, I have known you for a long time and I have always known that you were hiding something from us and I knew it was going to be something amazing like that. But what I really wanted to tell you was that I really like you and have for a long time and I can’t keep it to myself anymore. I can’t keep lying to myself about it just being a crush because, after having a crush for 7 years, you start to realize that you may just be in love with a person.” He says his voice shaking. The hardcore Andy exterior diminished as you saw him become more and more nervous.

Your heart fluttered and sang as he confessed this to you. You had a slight smirk on your mouth that Andy decided to change as he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You slowly reacted by moving in time with his lips. He wrapped his arms lightly around your waist as you put one hand on his chest and ran your other hand lightly down his cheek. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip and entered your mouth. He held you so tightly but so carefully.

You slowly pulled away from the kiss and smiled as you looked up in to his eyes, he looked so happy, the emotions you saw present on his face were the same ones bouncing around in you.

“Don’t be so nervous. It’s okay. I love you. I have loved you for a long time.” You smile as you admit quietly. The two of you stand in peaceful silence for a few minutes until the silence is broken with quiet talk about how you should get to sleep.

You walk back in to the apartment. Andy lies across a couch and pulls you down with him. He pulls you against him and throws a blanket across you. He wraps an arm around your waist and you cuddle in to his embrace. You are ecstatic and exhausted. Andy presses his lips to your neck and whispers ‘I love you’ as you slowly fall asleep to the rhythm of his breathing.

Request away!

Love you the mostest.


Cryptid Profile: Rocky (The Rock Lake Terror)

In the great state of Wisconsin, approximately 20 miles east of Madison and just a couple of minutes from Lake Mills, there sits a body of water known as Rock Lake. The lake covers 1365 acres, appears to have the somewhat shape of a figure eight, and it registers 87ft at its deepest. From the surface, Rock Lake appears to look like any other body of water in the state, but below the surface, the hidden secrets become known.

Deep below the surface, there are what appear to be underwater “pyramids” that many people believe were built by ancient peoples who once called Wisconsin home, more specifically, during a time when the lake was nearly dry. Researchers lean towards the possibility of the Mississippian Culture being responsible for the mounds (also called pyramids) underwater, their culture once stretched from the east coast to the Midwest and up towards Canada. But the mysterious mounds aren’t the only thing that dwells below the surface, many feel that a lake monster also calls this place home.

The Rock Lake Monster, who would later became known as Rocky, was first spotted in the lake in 1867. A man by the name of Harbeck claimed to have seen a large lizard swimming in the lake, and at one point, he said to have encountered it on land. Harbeck stated that the serpent was hidden within large reeds and vegetation along the shore and as he walked by (he must have startled it), the creatures head rose up, it hissed at him, and it quickly made its way back into the water. Other witnesses at the time reported seeing a large and thick creature that resembled a serpent swimming under the surface of the water. The mystery animal was known to occasionally break the surface of the water and hiss aggressively at onlookers who were close to the shoreline.

Near the end of the 1870’s, a man by the name of R. Hassman spoke of how he encountered the beast as it was holding stationary close to shoreline. Hassman stated that he took notice of what appeared to be a large tree limb floating on the water’s surface, but as he examined the object closer, he could see it was in fact alive. Frightened by sheer size of the creature, Hassman did what any scared onlooker would do, he proceeded to stab it with his sharpened walking stick. Rocky suddenly sprang to life and thrashed about, Hassman reached out to grab the makeshift spear in an attempt to hold the monster but his attempts proved useless. The serpentine monster dove back under the water and made its way towards the middle of the lake. After his account of what happened, Hassman is quoted as saying, “I could no more hold it than I could hold an ox.”  

While the 1870’s encounter is quite amazing, the most famous sighting/interaction with Rocky though took place in 1882. Two men by the names of Ed McKenzie and D.W. Seybert had challenged one another to a race in their rowboats, first one across the lake wins. As the men raced towards the other side, one of them noticed what appeared to be the large trunk of fallen tree floating across the surface and into their path. The two men slowed their speed but continued to float towards what they assumed to be nothing more than a log when suddenly, a large neck and head rose up nearly three feet out of the water, opened its mouth wide, and hissed in their direction. The monster dove back down into the murky silt filled water and disappeared, the men were left scared and alone in the middle of the lake. Without warning, the large head and long neck broke the surface of the water yet again, but this time it was right next to McKenzie’s boat. The obviously terrified man began to yell, “Bring a gun! There’s a big thing out here! Come quick and bring a gun!” as loud as he could in hopes that someone on shore would hear him. Seybert took up an oar from his boat and began to swing at the creature and slap the water in an attempt to drive it back below the surface.

Eventually John Lund heard the shouts for help and saw what was taking place in the middle of the lake. He scrambled to gather up a group of men who were also on shore and they all jumped into an available boat that was tied up and began to make their way to the two men who were currently keeping the large creature at bay. As the group got closer to the incident that was taking place, a man in the boat by the name of Wilson raised his shotgun and took aim at the creature. As if knowing what was about to occur, Rocky turned its head towards the third boat, showed its teeth, let out a loud hiss, and dove back into the depths of Rock Lake. Wilson kept his gun pointed towards the water in preparation for Rocky’s return, but the creature never resurfaced. Realizing that it would be in their best interest to vacate the lake immediately, the three rowboats quickly made their way back to shore. The men scanned the water for any sign of the beast, but Rocky would not be seen for the rest of the day.

After the encounter of 1882, sightings of Rocky became few and far between, but that doesn’t mean the Rock Lake Terror was gone, many believe he simply moved to another lake not far away. A few miles away from Rock Lake is Red Cedar Lake, a lake that many people believe is partially fed by Rock Lake via a connecting underground stream. In 1890, farmers around Red Cedar began to report sightings of a serpentine beast swimming around in the lake. But it wasn’t until a local pig farmer reported that a creature resembling a 20ft serpent grabbed one of his hogs off the shoreline in its jaws and pulled it back under the water. People soon realized that Rocky more than likely found a new home with an abundant food source. The monster was said to have gone on a rampage along the shores of Red Cedar Lake and snatched up any livestock that ventured within grabbing distance. The partially devoured remains of cattle, sheep, and pigs were often found the next day floating near the surface or washed up on the shore. In 1892, a farmer by the name of William Ward reported that five of his sheep had been snatched by a monster and dragged back into the lake over the course of one night. Rocky’s presence soon became such an issue that local residents closed up their cottages and fled the area. But then all of a sudden, the attacks stopped and Rocky disappeared.

Many people started to think that Rocky, the Monster of Rock Lake, had died. Sightings were almost non-existent and those who had claimed to see the monster could give no other details besides possibly seeing a large shape below the surface. People were relieved that the monster was gone, or so they thought. Almost 50yrs would pass before a new sighting of Rocky would make waves around Rock Lake. In July of 1943, 15yr old Joseph Davis was fishing on Rock Lake when he started to notice wakes rolling on the water. Confused about where the wake was coming from, Joseph stared out at the water in hopes of finding its source. Suddenly, almost 20ft away from his boat, the large body of an unknown creature rose up from below the surface. Joseph watched as the brownish-black creature slowly moved through the water and he waited for it to show its head. But oddly enough, the monster never lifted its neck to show its head and let out its signature hiss. The large torso at the surface (almost 7ft exposed) slowly arched forward and sunk back down beneath the dark water, never to be seen again.

The 1943 sighting would be the last time anyone saw the Rocky, the Rock Lake Terror. It is believed that the creature had died to old age or some unknown ailment.

So, was Rocky real? Depends on who you ask. Native American legends from the Ho-Chunk tribe within the area of the Rock River (not far from Rock Lake) did speak of a terrible monster that lived within the river. A creature that was said to have a huge head, “wide jaws filled with many teeth, and a body that looked like a serpent. They spoke of how animals that were drinking at the waters edge were often snatched by the jaws of the creature and swallowed whole. Many tribes even believed that there were several of these monstrous creatures calling the Rock River home and they would often dump offerings of tobacco and other objects into the water to appease the creatures wrath.

Now, I do not live to far from the Rock River, in fact, it pretty much runs right through my city (Janesville, WI). I have personally never seen any large serpentine creatures within the murky river water, but I can understand how one could think that a monster could be down there. The river is incredibly dark and you cannot see anything at the bottom of it, it is fast moving, it is a tributary of the Mississippi River, and it runs for over 299 miles. Oddly enough though, alligators have been found within the waters of the Rock River before, some even in Janesville. One was discovered frozen in 1892 a measured almost 6ft, a 3ft gator was found sunning itself on the banks of the river in October 2005, a 4ft gator was found in the water in September 2007, and a 2ft gator was discovered in the river in December 2011.

So who knows, if out of place alligators keep showing up in Wisconsin for some reason, it might not be that unbelievable for a large serpentine creature to call this great state its home as well. Perhaps it was one of these mystery gators that managed to make its way into Rock Lake all the way back in 1867 and everyone just assumed it was a lake serpent out of fear. Maybe Rocky really does exist and one day it will make another appearance. Maybe these are just nothing but good stories passed down from generation to generation and they have since taken on a life of their own. Who knows?

-The Pine Barrens Institute

arwenxs  asked:

Hey. If you're still doing the pairing + number thing, how about winteriron + 16 please?

Here you go! :D

16 – “oh….sorryomgwrongnumber.”

Tony flopped back against his chair, barely holding in a whine. It wasn’t the most comfortable chair to do any kind of flopping in – clunky wood with a high, straight back, every inch of it carved in Norse runes and scenes of Asgardian heroism. Tony’s showed Thor battling it out with a giant wolf. Thor’s face had been scratched out and several runes had been added to the top. Tony didn’t read Asgardian, but it wasn’t hard to tell who was responsible for that.

At the front of the classroom, Odin droned on about The Great Battle of Boringsville. He scrawled across the blackboard (Jesus Christ, a blackboard) in his illegible script, punctuating honor, valor, victory! With broad strokes of the chalk that screeched across the surface. Tony put his hands over his ears and muffled a frustrated shout against his teeth. He had a simulation running in the lab, and he was itching to get back to the spiderbag he was making for MJ. She didn’t know she even wanted it yet, but it was going to be kickass as soon as he figured out how to anchor it so it could support her weight without weighing a million pounds itself.

Maybe a lightweight harness that would fit under her clothes. Jan could design her clothing so it would be hidden, but there would need to be an opening in the back. Too complicated? He dropped his forearm to the desk and edged his sleeve back so he could see his watch. He had twenty-seven messages from Jan, two from Loki, four from JARVIS, and a calendar notification from Steve.

“And he assumed that because he was behind me, I would not see his treachery!” Odin boomed, turning to glare at the back of the room. At least Tony thought he was glaring, but it was hard to tell with his eyes hidden under his horned helmet.

Tony gave him a bright smile. In the front row, Rhodey turned around in his seat to give Tony an exasperated look, but then his eyes slid to Clint. Tony glanced over to see Clint sitting up very straight in his seat and leaning forward intently with his elbows braced on the desk. With a low growl of annoyance, Odin reached over his head popped a sucker-tipped dart off the back of his helm.

“Why are you looking at me?” Clint asked, opening his hands, the very picture of innocence.

Odin’s helmet turned subtly to Loki, who hadn’t moved from his bored slouch. Before either Odin or Loki could say a word, the classroom door clicked opened. A messy head of dark brunette hair poked in so it looked like a Cousin It puppet had been thrust into the room. Tony covered his mouth with one hand, hiding a snicker.

“Sorry,” a soft tenor said. “I’m –”

“Late,” Odin interrupted, crushing the foam dart in his giant paw. He crossed his arms over his chest, his fur collar merging into his hair so he looked like a big, bristly cat. “I suggest you make this the last time.”

The door opened the rest of the way and a freaking god stepped in, long legs in tight jeans, blue checkered Converse with red stars on the heel, black biker jacket, hair hanging loose around a face that could have been engineered it was so perfect.

“I’m James Barnes,” he mumbled. “Bucky,” he added.

“You are interrupting my class,” Odin corrected. He swiveled his massive behorned head to the empty desk next to Rhodey.

Tony glanced over at the empty desk next to him and thought about blurting out, “This one’s not taken,” and then thankfully managed to shut his mouth before he’d gotten further than Thmffgg. James Barnes glanced at him from under his fringe, icy blue eyes that all but glowed behind dark lashes giving him a quick once over.

Odin turned back to his blackboard and slashed the chalk across it so it let out a shrill shriek. Tony jerked his attention from the back of James Barnes’ head and back to the ancient chalkboard, but the ghost of that searing gaze remained.


“You don’t understaaaand,” Tony moaned, dropping onto Steve’s bed, his arms going wide. He landed on one of Steve’s bony knees and jerked away with a hiss. Steve calmly planted a foot against Tony’s ribs and kicked him off the bed.

Tony landed on the floor with a grunt, ending up with his hips thrust into the air and his cheek pressed to the shitty carpet. He tipped slowly sideways until he fell over and could stare up at Steve over the edge of the bed. All he could see was the angle of Steve’s elbow, the curve of his shoulder, the jut of one knee.

He’d thought Fury was crazy when he assigned them to room together. The man was crazy, but rooming with Steve was not so bad. They fought less outside of the dorm, which – seriously, have one teensy little incident of a divided campus fighting over how to best fight and everyone thought they needed to be best friends. Not cool.

But Steve was okay. Still not cool, but not a bad roommate.

“Steve,” Tony said. He reached up and pawed at Steve’s knee. “Steeeve.”

“He’s the sun, and the stars, and the most beautiful human being to walk the face of the earth, eyes like blue diamonds, hair like … I can’t remember what you said about his hair.” Steve leaned over to peer at him where he was sprawled out on the floor. “Maybe tell him those things, Tony.”

Pfft,” Tony snorted. “That’s so… cheesy.”

“Have you heard any of his music?” Steve asked dubiously. He huffed out a breath. “Just call him.”

“No one has his number,” Tony complained. “Except maybe Nat, but I can never tell when Nat really doesn’t know something, and when she knows but just won’t tell me.”

Steve made a non-committal noise. He picked his cellphone up and tapped at it with both thumbs, obviously ignoring Tony as Tony continued to list all the reasons that Bucky was perfect, and the fantastic, amazing, tantalizing bionic prosthetic was only one of those reasons. It was a really good reason though. The things Tony could do with that arm if he could just get at it with a screwdriver…

“Seriously,” Tony concluded, flipping onto his stomach and ignoring Steve’s attempts to interrupt him. “It’s like… a factory stereo on a custom car, and I could make it match the whole beautiful chassis and the…” Tony’s voice trailed off. His eyes went wide. “Is that connected?” He asked numbly, staring at Steve’s phone where it was showing a picture of the punk rocker Adonis that he’d been Not Stalking for the last two weeks, the frame highlighted green with a little phone icon in the center.

“You can look at my arm if you want to,” Bucky said, his voice sounding tiny and shadowy over the line.

Tony looked in between Steve’s wide eyes and flushed cheeks and the phone, still dangling between Steve’s fingers. He scrambled up to his knees and snatched it out of Steve’s hand.

“Uh… Sorryohmygodwrongnumber!” he babbled and hit the ‘End Call’ button. He gaped at Steve’s guilty face. “Why did you do that?”

“I was just going to dial the number and hand it over to you!  I tried to stop you!”

“You are… you are! What is wrong with you?!” Tony demanded, aware that his voice was approaching what could be described as ‘shrill.’

“I didn’t mean to –”

There was a knock on the door. Both of them went wide-eyed and pale as they looked over at the door. The knock came again, and then Bucky called, “You guys know I’m next door, right?”

Why didn’t you tell me that?!” Tony hissed.

“It didn’t seem relevant,” Steve whispered back.

“You are so dead, Rogers, D-E-D, dead.”

“That’s now how you spell de–”

Tony jumped up on the bed and took a swipe at him. Steve jerked out of the way, hands automatically coming up in a defensive position, knees raised to catch Tony’s chest and hold him away.

“Steve?” Bucky called through the door, sounding bemused. “Did you lose your phone? Wasn’t that you?”

“Go get the door,” Steve ordered, shoving Tony toward the edge of the bed.

“Maybe he’ll just go away,” Tony tried, staring at the door over his shoulder. “Do you think you can tell him someone stole your phone?”

No,” Steve said, curling his toes so they dug into Tony’s stomach. Tony retaliated by reaching over Steve’s knees to tickle at his sides. Little known fact: Captain America was very ticklish. Steve hissed and clamped his arms down against his sides, ducking down into the pillows and giving Tony a dirty look as they both tried to stay quiet.

“I can hear you,” Bucky called, but he was starting to sound uncertain.

“Go. Get. The door,” Steve ordered, giving Tony a rough shove with both feet that sent him stumbling off the bed and across the room. He tripped and fell against the door, making it rattle in the frame.

Flipping Steve off, Tony caught the door knob and yanked the door open. Bucky jerked away from the door in surprise, eyebrows flying up his forehead to disappear under the curtain of his hair. He looked cautiously over Tony’s shoulder at Steve. Tony glanced back to see Steve once again tucked up in the bed, his textbook open on his knees while he studiously ignored them.

“Hi,” Tony said, very smoothly. “Uh. What’s up?” He tried to find a place for his hands, ending up finally crossing them over his chest. He tried to lean against the doorframe, missed, caught it with one hand and pulled himself back into position. Bucky watched his antics with a contemplative twist to his lips.

“The glow of your heart is pure and lights up the darkness in my soul,” Bucky told him solemnly.

Tony blinked at him. “That’s. Thanks.”

Bucky nodded, still serious. “Do you want to sit under the trees with me? I’ll take my shirt off,” he added.

“Yes, yes, that is a good idea! That is a very. I am. Yes. I will sit under the trees with your shirtless self.” Tony heard Steve’s snort of hastily covered laughter and turned to glare at him. He was paying close attention to his textbook, but he did not have a good poker face. Tony swiped his favorite screwdriver off his desk, stuck his tongue out at Steve, and followed Bucky into the hall.