i swear to god this is a pipe

i saw miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children last night, and i. fell. in. love. with. miss. peregrine. like….

what a freakin badass. look at that crossbow. look at that confidence. anddd…

i mean… her hair is like fifteen different colors. it’s amazing. plus……………

every. god. damn. time. she. smoked. that. pipe. i swear ten years were added to my gay little life.

honestly thank god for eva green.

Accidental Potion Slippage

IMAGINE: Draco knew there was something wrong when (Y/N) started fawning over a Weasley. Why the hell did she decide to like a Weasley when he was just about to ask her out? 

[gif is not mine. just a bit of fluff. once again from this prompt (x). a bit wordy once again.] 

warnings: swear words

words: 1.6k +


Draco looked at his best friend who was now currently fawning over a Weasley. A Weasley of all people! He stabbed his eggs viciously, then groaned when it fell off his plate. Can nothing go right? Since when did (Y/N) watch Weasley with stupid love heart eyes? And since when can he not eat eggs?

“Stop staring,” Draco grumbled.

(Y/N) turned to Draco, “Huh? Did you say something Draco?”

He rolled his eyes, “Stop staring at the Weasley, you might catch his Weasley-ness.” Draco scrunched up his nose at that thought. “Disgusting,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Isn’t he just dreamy?” (Y/N) placed a hand on top of the table and placed her chin on it. “I mean the way that he eats, it’s just,” she didn’t finish speaking, she just closed her eyes and smiled. And bloody hell was that a small moan emitting from her mouth?

“What the hell is wrong with her?” Blaise asked as he sat down in front of (Y/N). He followed her stare to the Gryffindor table. “A Weasley?”

“Like you can talk Zabini,” Theo piped up. He received a light punch to the arm by Blaise. “Dick.”

“I swear to god she’s been slipped a potion,” Draco muttered. It was the only explanation. She didn’t like the Weasley’s…the only ones that she can stand were the twins and they were long graduated, and the Weasley girl. Unless… she did really like Weasley. Draco shuddered. No, it definitely wasn’t that. (Y/N) disliked the Weasley’s, not as much as Draco but still.

“I’m right here,” (Y/N) groaned. “And I wasn’t slipped a potion. It’s just you know when you wake up and see someone in a different light, and suddenly they’re the only person you can think about?”

Draco sat there silently. Of course he knew, he’s been feeling that way towards her ever since fifth year. He was hoping to ask her to Hogsmeade, maybe join his family’s holiday to Germany, but (Y/N) taking a fancy to Weasley certainly put a damper to his plans.

“But he’s a Weasley,” was all Draco came up with. It sounded pathetic even to him, even though he would never admit it.

“Names are just labels.” They all watched as Ron walked out of the Great Hall with Potter next to him, then they turned to (Y/N) who started packing up her things.

“And where are you off to?” Blaise asked. “We have a free.”

“So does Ron, maybe I can catch up to him.” (Y/N) picked up her bag and ran towards the exit.

“For fucks sake, you’re screwed mate,” Blaise said as she bit into a muffin. Draco groaned and smacked his head against the table.


“Draco! There you are! I need help!” (Y/N) called out as she rushed to her best friend.

Draco placed the book he held in his hands into his bag, “What is it?”

Hold my hand so he gets jealous.(Y/N) pointed to Weasley who was laughing loudly with the other Gryffindor’s. Draco gritted his teeth, he had to pinch himself because he knew that he would do some serious damage to his mouth if he continued.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re my best friend, you’re extremely attractive and Ron hates you? Please?” (Y/N) pleaded, then turning on her charm -she pouted at Draco. She knew that if she did this action he wouldn’t say no.

Draco internally groaned, fuck, it was that pout. The one that made him want to snog her, the one that made her adorable as fuck. “Fine.”

(Y/N) smiled and intertwined their hands together. Draco had to rein his gasp when (Y/N) took his hand. Fuck her hands were dainty and small, and so soft. He relished in the feeling for a moment. Unconsciously his thumb rubbed her palm, she threw a curious glance in his way.

Draco could feel sweat emanating from the pores of his hand, all he could do was pray to the gods that she didn’t feel how sweaty it was. He allowed himself to be strolled to the Gryffindor’s.

“Hey guys,” (Y/N) greeted with a smile.

“Hey (Y/N),” Hermione spoke, her tone friendly. Then she turned to Draco, “Malfoy.”

“Hi Ron,” (Y/N) greeted bashfully. The red-head looked at the Slytherin and smiled. Out of all the Slytherin’s she was by far the nicest he came across.

“Hi (Y/N).”

Draco narrowed his eyes. He did not like that tone. He clenched his hands, forgetting he was holding (Y/N)’s. She returned the action by squeezing his hand, almost to the point that he squealed out in pain.

He stood there awkwardly, looking at the trees, the clouds, anywhere but the group. He managed to filter out (Y/N)’s disgusting love-filled talk to Weasley. Draco was too focused in not being focused that he missed Ron’s weird looks at (Y/N), Hermione’s curious stare. He also missed Harry’s eyes widening in understanding. He sighed in relief as he felt himself being dragged away.

Once out of earshot, (Y/N) removed her hand from Draco’s. “Ew your hand is sweaty.

How the hell was he supposed to reply to that? Sorry that my hand was sweaty, it was just I’ve been dreaming of holding your hand since fifth year when I found out that I love you, and I’m pretty sure I want to marry you and have children with you? And that mother and father found out that I love, so they’re now pushing marriage upon me? That my mother gave me a ring from the Malfoy vault, so when I got the courage to fucking ask you out and not fuck it up, I have the perfect ring for you? Unfortunately that was not how it happened.

“My palms get sweaty whenever I’m near something hideous,” Draco drawled.

(Y/N) shook her head, “Shove off, you git.” She laughed at him and linked her arms with his. “I got a date with Ron!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.


(Y/N) stormed through the courtyard, pass the Slytherin’s and once she reached where the Gryffindor’s usually sat, she slapped Ron as hard as she could. “What the fuck, Weasley?”

Draco, as well as the other Slytherin’s, ran to where the commotion was. Luckily, they came at the right moment, they heard the gasps and the laughter as Weasley stood there dumbfounded.

“Why the fuck did you slip me a love potion?” Her teeth were bared, her hair wild and her eyes furious. She began advancing, making Ron step backwards, finally Harry stood between them.

“I think I can explain.”

“You better have a fucking good reason as to why I was acting like an imbecile fawning over Weasley,” (Y/N) spat.

“That wasn’t meant for you,” Harry yelled. Afraid for himself and his best friend. “It was for someone else in your House.”

“Who?”

Harry looked sideways, “Potter, I swear if you don’t tell me right now, I’ll hex your balls!”

“It was for Parkinson!”

(Y/N) stepped backwards, she laughed, “Pansy?”

“Ron and Pansy had a bet going to see who could slip a love potion,” Harry explained.

“That has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard! And so illegal!” (Y/N) looked wildly at the red head, she walked towards him. “You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances!”

(Y/N) turned around, her hair hitting Ron in the face. She stormed past the Slytherin’s. Draco chased her. For someone so small she really could cover a lot of space. Upon reaching her, he noticed that they were in their secluded space that they discovered when they were in third year.

“Ruin your chances?” It was meant to be an ‘are you okay’? But all that was going through Draco’s heads was; what was the chance?

She lifted her head and looked at him, “What?”

He gestured behind him with his thumb, “Before you left. You said: ‘You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances’.”

(Y/N) shook her head, “For the love of Merlin, Draco! Are you really that daft?”

“What?”

She rolled her eyes and made an annoyed noise, “I’ve been trying to tell you that I fancy you.”

Draco pointed at her, then himself, “You like me?”

“I honestly don’t know why,” (Y/N) mumbled.

“You like me?”

She rolled her eyes again, “I think we’ve covered this. Now it’s your turn; do you like me?”

“Uh-huh,” was all Draco could say. He nodded dumbly as well. He must have looked like a right twat. “Date me?” He could have really slapped himself right then.

She winced, “Oo, when though? My schedule’s a bit busy.”

“What?”

“Merlin, I really hope that’s not the only thing that you’re going to say when we go to dinner next week.”

Draco shook himself out of whatever he was in, “Right.” He straightened his robes and looked at her. “Would you like to go to dinner with me next week?” He put his hand out to her.

She looked at it skeptically, “Draco, I don’t know if you know but dating isn’t usually a business contract. It’s usually not sealed with a handshake.”

He abruptly put his hand to his side, not knowing what to do he began side stepping. After doing that action for a couple of seconds, he gathered up the courage and looked at her. Draco saw as amusement was etched on her face, her biting her lip in order to stop herself from laughing at him. “How do you seal it then?”

She took a step forward, then another until she was in front of him. Grabbing him by the lapels of her robe, she pulled him close to her, “Like this.” Then (Y/N) pulled Draco, pressing her lips to his.

Realize--Chapter One "Mutual Nerdery"

Tom HiddlestonxReader

I’ve been reading too many imagines on @theartofimagining13 … this is the first chapter of the story monster it created.

Chapter One - Mutual Nerdery

You sneak up behind your co-star where he is stretched out on your couch, a beat up copy of the play and your cat settled on his lap, and take a quick picture with your head on his shoulder, both of you making faces. You looked a little ragged after working for hours together in your cramped living room, going over the different versions of the text and other insights into your characters. You posted the picture on twitter for your modest fan base, “Hours discussing Shakespeare? I can think of worse ways to spend a Saturday night. #MutualNerdery.” When he’d suggested these little “dates” to help develop your character’s chemistry and to research together, you half thought it was just his way of flirting, being that smart and charming, but it wasn’t, it was just wonderful conversations, food and kinship with your co-star, you were getting use to it now, you were friends. Less than ten minutes after you posted the picture, you look at your cell phone and can’t help but laugh, you knew that your best friend would not let the selfie you just posted slide by without a comment.

Please tell me you did not just post a no-makeup selfie with your hair in pigtails. – Lou

She would focus on your hair. She seemed to miss the point of the tweet. You had been keeping your next job underwraps for weeks, not even telling your best friend, Lou, that you were headed to Broadway. You shoot off two texts in a row.

No comment on ANYTHING else in that picture?

You’ve been begging me for weeks to tell you about the next project, well…

“What are you giggling about?” You show him the texts and he laughs too. “I’m looking forward to meeting Lou, by the way.”

You wave him off playfully, “You’ll love her, everyone does, she’s me, but younger, prettier, and put together. We always say I got the brains and she got the looks.”

His head tipped back in laughter as my text alert went off again.

Yeah I saw, Tom Hiddleston, that’s no excuse for pigtails. – Lou

You start to reply when Lou’s ringtone, The Pet Shop Boys, Opportunities, starts playing and Tom just laughs harder as you pick up and put her on speaker. “Hey Lou. How’re the kids?”

She launches into a mini-rant, ignoring you entirely. “Why was Tom Hiddleston wearing your glasses, in your living room, looking like he slept there last night? (Y/N), I swear to God that if you were wearing those damn pajama pants when you took that picture, I will find a way to teleport to New York just to punch you in the tit.”

Another, frankly adorable, round of full bodied laughs shake Tom as you look down at my outfit, an oversized Steven Universe T-shirt and grey flannel pj pants that were easily a decade old, and shrug. Tom piped up, “Your guess is spot on. Tom Hiddleston here, I am guessing you are the notorious Lou.”

“(Y/N)! Am I on speaker?” You can hear her start to shift around. Only Lou would primp because she was on speakerphone with an attractive man. “Hello, Tom, Yes, I’m Lou. I am the woman who is going to punch your co-star in the tit for posting a selfie on twitter looking like she just rolled out of bed with you.“

Tom’s eyes went wide a moment before another boisterous round of laughter started up.

You choke a bit, “Jesus, Lou! So classy.” “Hey, at least you can’t see her stripey socks in the picture. Small miracles.” He kept laughing.

Lou’s light and pretty laughter rings through the room as you bop Tom in the back of the head with a throw pillow before he follows suit and almost knocks you onto his lap with the pillow next to him. You shove his legs off the couch and park yourself next to him.

“(Y/N) I swear to God. Can take me off speaker, Darling?” You just shake your head, and put the phone back to your ear. “Are you trying to repel an attractive, single man? Wait, have you already slept with him and that’s why you are comfortable giving up on looking fuckable? But wait, Shakespeare? What show? Why are you two researching in your apartment? What is HE wearing?”

You answer in order once she’s wound down a bit. “No and God no, not yet anyway.” Tom raises his eyebrow and you give him an innocent look, ”Yes, Much Ado, Because I live in this city and he doesn’t, hoodie and trackpants, and to the answer the first question, we have the same prescription and didn’t notice for an hour that we had accidentally swapped glasses. Did that cover it all?”

You could hear Lou shaking her head, “You’re going to marry him, just watch.”

That made you laugh and Tom raised an eyebrow at you as you put up one finger and shook your head to get your breath back. He just pats you on the head, standing to answer the door buzzer and fetch the take-out you had ordered. “Never, Lou, I will always be yours. Now, we need to go, our food is here.”

“See, you’re already we and our, it’s curtains for you and me (Y/N). Just make sure my Matron of Honor gown is pretty, I want to look good in the pictures next to Benedict.”

“You’re cute, shut up and call me later, love to Max and the kids.”

You hang up and grab plates and utensils from the kitchen before settling in again with dinner, Shakespeare, and Tom.

Originally posted by topless-tom

@theartofimagining13 trying again to link the inspiration blog to this.

you have to wonder how the fake ah crew manages to get anything done?? like heist planning alone must be a goddamn nightmare when you consider how 9/10 times during an AH video geoff can’t get through explaining the rules of a game without getting interrupted or lured into an argument for twenty minutes

like maybe geoff sets up the premise for a heist and everybody’s general reaction is there’s no fucking way that’s going to work are you kidding me, and geoff huffs and is like, “look, what do i always say?”

“uh, ‘i swear i’m not drunk right now’,” jack says thoughtfully.

“no.”

“don’t even look or breathe or exist in my general direction until i’ve had my coffee,” gavin pipes up.

“no–”

“for the love of god, ryan, stop breaking into my house at two in the morning and scaring the shit out of me,” ryan contributes.

no–”

“for the love of god, michael, stop helping ryan break into my house at two in the morning so he can scare the shit out of me,” michael chimes in.

NO– everybody shut the fuck up! you’re all fucking fired, i swear to christ.”

“ohhhh,” jeremy says, snapping his fingers and nodding. “right, yeah, that’s what it is.”

anonymous asked:

How about a reaction for got7 when someone tries to inappropriately touch their s/o, who clearly doesn't want it. Thank you.

OMG THIS IS LIKE A MONTH LATE I’M SO SORRY (I changed it up a bit so instead of it just being touching its just inappropriate unwanted attention)

JB: You two were at a bar and he went off to go to the bathroom. As he was gone you noticed someone sit near you. “Want a drink?” the older man asked, you politely shook your head hoping Jaebum would come back. “Oh come one baby just one drink” his hand fell to your thigh squeezing it in process, you were about to detest until Jaebum did it for you. He gripped the other mans hand and through it back to him.

“She doesn’t want one. Now leave!!” 

Originally posted by defwang

Mark: “C’mon sweetie, I’ll take you home. Clearly your boyfriend is not coming”  A man leaned against his car was staring at you. You had just gotten off from your flight from the US and was currently waiting for your boyfriend to come and pick you up. “No. I’m sorry sir but you must be mistaken. My boyfriend is meant to be here in ten minutes not ten minutes ago” you struggled to get out

“There you are beautiful, I’ve been looking for you everywhere” you felt a strong hand slip around your waist indicating you were going to be okay.

“And you are?” Mark pointed towards the gentle men.

“Leaving”

Originally posted by j-miki

Jackson: SLAP! You felt a burning sensation on your butt and you gasped. You turned around to see who the culprit was…a bunch of teenage boys laughing, little did they know a male who was charging at them was right behind them. Soon the culprit was tackled to the ground. “Jackson!!” you shouted pulling him off of the younger boy “They’re high schoolers” you laughed as they ran away, Jackson was going to go after them until you pulled him back.

“I wanna know who their parents are Y/n I swear to god if I see them again they will get a good beating” 

Originally posted by jypnior

Jinyoung: “You know that girl Y/n? The one who’s dating that older guy” a young boy piped up to his friend “Yeah, isn’t she dating that college kid?” they both agree unaware that Jinyoung was standing near them. “If it wasn’t for that Jinyoung kid, god! I would-” the boy was cut off “You would do what?” Jinyoung laughed at the shocked expressions on their faces.

“Listen, Ask yourself why would Y/n ever date you when she’s getting the best fuck of her life?” he asked the boys. “Jinyoung!?” he heard you scream his name as you ran over to your classmates. “What’s going on?” you questioned. The younger boys didn’t say anything in fear of your boyfriend doing something. 

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae: “Youngjae leave it” you begged your boyfriend after two guys had disgustingly catcalled you. “What would you do if someone catcalled your girlfriend or even your mother!?” he shouted at the two boys who were obviously younger then him. They remained silent, “You’re young now, take this as an opportunity to grow up” Youngjae snickered as you dragged him away.

Originally posted by leedonghuns

BamBam: “Come home with me baby, you won’t regret it” a woman came up behind you and rested her hand on your butt. You were too shocked to tell her that you don’t swing that way or that you have a boyfriend. “I’m sorry but she’s already got someone fucking her” BamBam came up behind you and smiled at the girl flicking her hand away from your butt.

Originally posted by chattyang

Yugyeom:  “You wanna go!?” Yugyeom hyped himself up as you and the boys dragged him away from a man and his friends “No one disrespects my girl ever!!” he screamed as Jaebum and Jackson continued to pull Yugyeom away as you tried to shush him. “Well tell that slut not to put put next time” you rolled your eyes at the comment, Yugyeom’s jaw tightened, he was going to punch the guy straight in the face but Jackson already beat him to it.

“Thank’s hyung” he thanked the older boy as you and the group walked away from the situation.

Originally posted by chattyang

Dylan request #1

Request: Dylan request — you moved to Littleton when you were in 4th grade, then Eric moved in a little bit later. The 3 of you grew up as best friends. While you and Eric had a small middle school past (that didn’t last long as you both realized you’re better off as best friends) you did develop a crush on Dylan in high school. You don’t know it but Dylan likes you too. It’s senior year, and Eric has realized what’s going on ages ago. You’re at a party, 7 mins in heaven is the game - go from there :)            

((im so sorry this took me so long!! I’ve been working so hard on this. I hope you enjoy!!))

“Hey, Reb, pass the lighter.” I fumble with the cigarette hanging off my upper lip. Eric threw a red lighter to me. I lit my cigarette and inhaled, staring off blankly in the distance before handing it back.

Eric had been my best friend ever since seventh grade, even though we had a little fling in middle school. We made out one time, behind the shed where they kept all of the P.E equipment. All of those raging 13 year old hormones were pumping and we smooched. I expected it to be magical, like in the movies, but no. It was wet, sloppy, his tongue was like a dagger stabbing in the back of my throat, it was wayyy too toothy, and he left half of my face covered in spit. Needless to say, we decided to go back to being best friends a few days later and agreed to never speak of the event again.

“Yo, y/n.” Eric calls, taking a puff off his cigarette.
“Sup.” I looked up at him from where I was sitting.
“You coming to that party tonight?” He leaned against the fence stood behind us.
“Probably not,” I shake my head. “Everyone that goes to those stupid parties makes me want to kill myself.” I said with a harshness in my voice. I meant it, I really did hate the people that went to our school.
“Okay, listen,” he paused to take another drag of his cigarette, “I hate those fuckers just as much as you, if I had the chance to blow their fucking heads off I would in a heart beat. But this really hot girl invited me and-”
“absolutely not.” I cut him off. “I am not going to be your wing woman at some fucking party.”
“When have I ever been invited to a party by a hot chick before?”
“Never.” I sigh, a slight bit of guilt in my voice.
”Exactly. Fuckin never. Just do me this solid.”
I didnt want to, I really didn’t, but Eric was my best friend. I exhale sharply, “Fine.” The way his face had lit up made it all worth it.


Me, Eric and Dylan had all grown up together. I moved to Littleton, Colorado when I had just turned 9. I met Dylan on the first day of 4th grade in school. I was late for school due to my stubborn Mom who insisted she knew a quick route to the school, despite having lived in the town less than a two weeks. By the time I reached my classroom, I knew that all of the seats would have been taken and I was frantically searching for a place to sit. The class teacher was nice, she spoke sweetly to me and asked my name. I saw one kid gesturing for me to sit next to him. It just so happened that the boy who offered me a seat was Dylan. We instantly hit it off. When you’re 9 and 10 you don’t care who your best friend is or whether you have common interests, but me and Dylan did. After school every day, we would rush home as quickly as our legs would take us so we were home in time to watch our favorite cartoons. My Mom would always have baked goods ready for us as soon as we got home for me and him to binge on. He was like an addition to our family. Dylan struggled a lot when middle school came around, as he was excruciatingly shy and quiet. We got picked on a lot for being weird and quiet. We were outcasts to everyone else. We sat by ourselves for the first year, neither of us having many friends other than each other and Nate. Over the years there, Dylan was my security blanket. He would make me feel better about all the horrible things girls said to me. We boosted each others confidence a lot. We met Eric in seventh grade, and became pretty close rather quickly. We would all hang out every night and play video games.


Me and Eric were standing by our lockers when Dylan approached us.
“Hey, V, guess what.” Eric said through a toothy grin.
“You got invited to a party by a hot girl.” Dylan replied with a slight bit of annoyance in his voice.
Eric’s grin quickly vanished, “Yes. How’d you know?!”
“You’ve told me at least six times, dude. I’m still not going.” Dylan hissed back.
“C’mon, dude, y/n is coming.” Eric nudged Dylan.
Dylan looked towards me in confusion because he knew I hated parties, “I’m being forced too, V.” I shook my head.
Dylan laughed under his breath a little bit, “Nah, dude, I’m not-”
“I swear to God, Dylan. I know where you live and I know how to make pipe bombs.” Eric said in an almost threatening tone but it still had a slight playfulness to it.
“Fuck, fine I go. Don’t blow up my house, Jesus.” Dylan let out a barely audible laugh under his breath and smiled towards us.
“Fuck yeah, V, cya tonight.” Eric smirked like a kid who had just won first place in a race.
Dylan walked off to whatever class he had next, leaving me and Eric alone. I lean against the lockers, throwing my head back and let out an audible groan, “Why is he sooooo cute.” I whimper out.
“This whole ‘crush on Dylan’ thing needs to stop.” Eric sighed.
“Yeah…” I suspire heavily whilst I followed Eric to our next class, “I know.”
“You know what I hate?” I prepared myself for one of Eric’s long-ass speeches about bitches standing in the middle of a corridor or something but the words that escaped his lips were actually quite wise. “When girls wait for the guy to ask them out. Like, Dylan’s a shy guy, he can hardly look at a girl without cumming in his pants. What makes you think he’s going to get the balls to ask you out? Like, I know we’re just friends ‘n’ shit but fuck, y/n, you’re pretty fucking attractive.”
“That was over in middle school, Reb.” I joke.
“Shut the fuck up and listen for a second,” He pauses while he thought of something to say, “What I’d do in this situation is 1 of 3 things. 1,blow their fucking head off, if you can’t have them then no one can. 2, get the fuck over them, no time for moping over some pussy you’re never going to get. Or 3, get over self, walk your ass over to them and tell them you fucking like them. Like a bitch can’t blame you for trying, right?” 


So many questions ran through my head after he said that. Should I really just get over Dylan? How? Why? Should I tell him how I feel? Should I blow his fucking brains out? I know i was thinking irrationally but I really cared about Dylan. Ever since my first year at Columbine High School I had feelings for him. I don’t know when the feelings began but after it had a been like a roller coaster. That’s the perfect simile actually. It was like a roller coaster. When I first started getting feelings for him it was like being in the queue, thinking what the hell am I doing? This is bat shit crazy! Who’s idea was this?! This isn’t safe at all!  And then when I realized my feelings for him was like sitting in the seat, waiting for the safety barriers to come down. Just wanting to jump off and scream ‘I WANT TO GET OFF!’ but then it was too late. The ride started and I couldn’t get off. Every time I would see him was a big, steep drop shooting down; every time I heard his voice it was like going around a big loop; every time he touched me there was a big twist. I wanted him so badly, I just didn’t know what to do. I loved the roller coaster but it terrified me at the same time. Whenever I thought I had it under control, there would be another drop, loop or turn thrown my way. I couldn’t believe something Eric fucking Harris said made me have this epiphany.
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Me and Eric arrived at the house where the party was being hosted. Eric pulled out a cigarette. Needless to say he was shitting himself. None of us had ever been to a proper party before. A party to Eric was 4 of us sitting playing Doom with a bottle of some sort of alcohol but now we were at an actual party. It was filled with at least 50 people.

Eric smoked slowly trying to avoid the huge groups of people within the house. We could feel the vibrations of loud music shake the nearby ground outside. We were nervous, although Eric didn’t want to admit it.
“S-should we just go in?” His voice cracked.
“I guess so…”

I felt like holding his hand as if he had to be guided in by a parent or guardian; my nerves made me want to grab his hand even more. Eric stamped out his cigarette and we etch close to the house.

The scent of cheap beer and the loss of virginity filled my nose, making me cringe. Eric’s eyes scanned the room, most likely looking for the ‘hot’ girl who invited him.
“Maybe we should look around?” I suggested while looking at his scared, little face, which I found adorable.
“Yeah.” his breath rasped in his throat, it sounded as if he just dry-swallowed a big pill.

We didn’t really search, him and I just kind of hid away from the big crowds of people making us feel uncomfortable. Eric had never been good with the ladies, I don’t know how he ever got me in middle school.

We hadn’t really followed a pacific path, we just went where we went and followed one another. I eventually found a drink in my hand and after a few I was beginning to feel a little tipsy. We slipped down some stairs into a room where the party continued, but in much smaller numbers. I, fortunately, glance in a corner where I saw a few familiar lanky figures. I felt relieved to see some people I actually knew in this house, other than Eric. I staggered over to the group of boys. Dylan had his cute little smile on his face as I approached.
“Sup, V.” I beamed at him, wrapping my arm around his neck.
“H-Have you been drinking?” He sounded a little nervous, probably because I was cuddling him.
“Just a little,” I giggle, “ Why? Do I smell like alcohol?”
“No, just…” His sentence trailed off, not really knowing what he wanted to say.
“I think you,” Eric pulled me off Dylan, keeping me balanced, “need to sit the fuck down.”
“Yeah.” Dylan laughed, searching for a place for the group to sit.
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We sat for a while, just cracking jokes and laughing, and before we knew it a bottle of Jack Daniels had come and gone. .
Eric shook the empty glass bottle in the air, “Truth or dare, anyone?” He asks the group.
We each nod out head and Eric spins the bottle.

After a few rounds, it landed on me.
“Truth or dare?” Eric grinned.
I think for a moment, “uhh, dare.”
A smirk grew on his face “Seven minutes in heaven,”
“Eric,” I sigh, “I love you ‘n’ everything, but you’re my best friend.” I place my hand upon his shoulder, “this isn’t middle school anymore and I-”
He swiftly interpreted me, his smirk growing wider and keeping eye contact with me, “with Dylan.”
My face was wiped of all expression, I wanted to knock the look of his smug-ass face look of his face so badly. I pause, trying to comprehend what he had just done. “uhum, what?”
“You heard.” He folded his arms, his eyes flicking from me to Dylan.
“Reb, dude I-” Dylan stuttered nervously.
“A, a, a, it’s a dare. You have to do it.” Eric replied, folding his arms.
“Stop being so childish, Reb.” I slur and rolled my eyes.
“I’m not being childish, you’re just being a pussy.” He sneered.
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not
.” “Are too.”
“Fuck sake, Reb.” At the time I didn’t know whether to punch him or thank him. Then I realised, I was drunk enough to do it without everything being awkward at school if Dylan didn’t like me but if Dylan was into it then I could say I was sober enough to be into it too. Fuck I loved Eric.

“It’s funny,” He snickered, “you’re such a prude, y/n, I knew you wouldn’t do it.”
“Y'know what, fine.” I pulled myself up, “come one, Dyl, let’s go find a closet.” Eric looked genuinely shocked, as did Dylan.

Dylan didn’t have time to comply or protest, before what I had said sunk into his brain I had dragged him up and was already trying to find a free closet. It was more difficult than I originally thought to find an unoccupied closet. Eventually, we did find one, I shoved Dylan and quickly locked the door behind us.
“Sorry ‘bout that, Dylan,” I leaned against the door, “I just wanted to prove Eric wrong.”
“Ah, it’s fine.” He said, sounding slightly disappointed.
“W-Well it’s not that I don’t want, Just I…” I looked down at my shuffling feat, I felt nervous, not too sure what to do.

There was a few moments of silence, during this silence I found myself sliding my back down the door, sitting upon the floor. Dylan eventually joined me. He leaned his head against the door and spoke softly:
“Remember in 5th grade when I had a crush on that Amanda girl?”
“Yeah, what about her?”
“Remember when I spilled apple juice on my pants right in front of her.”
I giggle at the fond childhood memories, “Yeah, you were so sad.”
“Yeah, I know. I think that’s where my fear of walking to women came from,” He ran a hand through his hair, “ That’s why I’ve never been able to confess my feelings for this girl that I’ve liked for a while.”
“Oh,” I look at the ground, fiddling with my hair, “that’s shitty.”
“Yeah. You know,” he took a deep breath, “I used to think you could never get over childhood fears, the little anxieties that would keep you up at night as a kid. Everything seemed so big and important then. Even the smallest thing felt like it would change everything, but it didn’t and it never did. I don’t know anymore. You can’t run away from your fears forever, right?”
“Right.” I nod, turning my head so I was looking at the side of his face.
“I think I’m ready to overcome a really big fear I’ve had for a long time.” Dylan interlocked his fingers around mine, causing me to blush, “I really like you, y/n.” He spoke gently, the words left his mouth softly and soothed my body.
“I really like y-you too, Dylan.” The roller coaster feeling felt really real at that moment. It was exciting, I was loving the twists and turns, even though they made it feel like my heart was going to pound out of my chest.

I leaned in and stroked his cheek softly, which turned his face towards mine. Dylan’s lips brushed against mine, it felt so innocent and so sweet. His lips were like silk that ran across mine. Dylan’s hands caressed my cheek. His movements weren’t lustful, they were kind and I could feel the good intentions in each of his touches. My heart fluttered as he whispered my name into the kiss, he prolonged each syllable which caused me to shudder. My fingers ran through his dirty blonde locks and stroked his soft curls. I pulled him as close as I could, until there was no space between us. Dylan could feel the pounding of my heart in my chest but I didn’t care, I wanted the kiss to last forever. His hand being placed ever so carefully on my cheek, just below my ear, comforted me. He moved one hand to my waist, causing my breath to sharpened. It became heavier, deeper, and more heated. The kiss was becoming more passionate and was rapidly losing it’s innocents.
“Yo, faggots.” A voice, presumably Eric’s, yelled from behind the door of the closet.
“7 minutes already?” He giggled and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead.

anonymous asked:

I swear to god if Alice Cooper does or says anything to Juggie to hurt him or to damage the bughead relationship I'm gonna drop kick her across the freaking country

Girl you better get in line. I’m about ready to wreck Alice cooper, like lady just pipe down. You’re unwanted. The only positive thing I can say is that in the trailer for the next episode she looks like she’s about to choke slam her husband.

Started As A Stress Reliever (Stiles Stilinski Imagine)

Summary ~ It was meant to be just a simple picnic in the park but you can’t help over hearing the other couples conversation.

Words - 1133

Request ~ No

Warning ~ Describes a verbally abusive relationship (Not Stiles and Y/N) 

These were the days I lived for. Just sitting in the middle of the park having a picnic with Stiles. We had been pretty stressed lately with all the shit happening in Beacon Hills, Stiles had noticed that I had become more anxious than usual and like the awesome friend he had asked me on a picnic date.
I sat cross legged with his head in my lap as I traced shapes on his forehead. He had brought sandwiches that we ate early now we were just sat in silence occasionally Stiles would tell me a joke but other than that it was just peaceful. I leaned back on my hands and stared at the clouds partly listening to the couples conversation beside me.
“Babe what are you doing?” I heard a male voice say.
“I’m just grabbing another chocolate covered strawberry” She replied.
“Do you really think you should do that?” He asked.
“I spent 2 hours at the gym today”
“Yeah there is a reason I told you to do that. Listen I am only trying to make you the best you can be, no one likes roles and thighs touching” He laughed slightly.
I couldn’t help myself. I turned my head completely staring at him. She looked so upset as she wrapped her arms around her exposed legs. She was absolutely beautiful how the hell could he find anything about her to criticize. I couldn’t hold back.
“Hey what the hell is wrong with your eye sight that makes you think that there is anything wrong with her body?” I asked.
“Excuse me. Are you speaking to me?” He said angrily.
“Of course I am speaking to you. How on earth could you look at that girl and see anything but beautiful. People like you are the reason eating disorders are started.”
“Why don’t you just mind your own business? This is my girlfriend, I am trying to help her but you can go ahead and take my advice as well”
“Don’t you dare speak to her like that” Stiles said sitting up.
“Why don’t you gain some fucking brain cells and realise that you are a fucking idiot. And don’t you worry about my body cause I love myself, my thighs touch because they are sexy” I shot back at him, I turned my attention to her. “Sweetheart I know you may think that he is your prince but you could do so much better I promise. You are so out of his league and that I probably why he is trying to change you because he is scared that you will realise how much better than him you are and you will leave. Please don’t listen to the words he says. The remarks he makes, no matter what they are about, are wrong. You are beautiful, your body is perfect and you are strong enough to live with out him. So please stand up from this date and go home and eat some chocolate covered strawberries and love yourself because you deserve it” She stared at me tear brimming in her eyes, she opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by him.
“Stop feeding her lies. She is a fat bitch everyone can see it. She is lucky enough that I am with her cause no one else would ever want to go near her. Just looking at her you can tell she is a weak, clingy bitch” He was now standing up looking down at me.
“How fucking dare you speak about her like that?” I said standing up. “I swear to God I am going to rip your eye balls out of your skull and shove them straight up your ass so you can watch as I rip you from the inside out” I growled.
“Wow wow Y/N” Stiles said turning me around to face him. “You are turning, calm down”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with you but stay the fuck away from both of us” He grabbed her wrist force fully pulling her up from the ground. “Come on move” He shoved her hard making her stumble forward.
“Yo man don’t put your hands on her like that” Stiles piped up.
“She is my FUCKING girlfriend and I will do what I want” He replied before slapping her hard on the ass.
“I told you not to put your hands on her like that. Don’t touch any woman like that”
“What the hell are you going to do about it you skinny little piece of shit” He said stepping forward. Stiles’s reply was more physical then it was verbal as he starting throwing punches at the guy landing nearly all of them. For a guy who claimed sarcasm was his only defence he was doing a really good job at beating the shit out of this guy. I had moved towards the girl wrapping an arm around her.
“Please let me walk you to your car” I pleaded.
“Okay” She said in a sigh. I placed my arm out touching Stiles shoulder. He dropped his hands to his sides looking at me.
“Lets go” I said picking up my bag. I held her hand all the way back to her car Stiles beside me every now and then he would look over his shoulder and smile.
“Thank you” She said as she sat in her car seat. “I knew that he wasn’t good but he just made me think there was no other options for a girl like me” A single tear rolled down her cheek.
“Trust me with the perfect ass you have there are hundred of option for you” I smiled. “If you ever need anything give me a call” I said giving her my information.
“Thank you again. You two are certainly a power couple” She smiled.
“Oh we aren-” Stiles started but I interrupted him by just thanking her before she drove away. “Why didn’t you correct her” Stiles asked.
“Because” I started but in the moment I thought my explanation would be better explained by actions. I leaned forward placing my lips on his. He responded immediately placing a hand on my lower back pulling me closer. After a couple of seconds we parted and stared at each other.
“Why now?” He asked.
“I have never been anything but myself in front of you Stiles you have never made me feel self conscious and I guess I never really realised how rare that it” I fumbled a little with my words.
“Well in that case I have a stress reliever that is way better than a picnic” He laughed.
“Shut up” I said reaching out to slap his chest but he caught my hand pulling me into his arms for another kiss.

anonymous asked:

i'm formally requesting someone makes a drabble or a mini fic of harry playing flynn in the live action of tangled and he falls in love with Repunzel

Harry can’t even begin to recall how many times he’s repeated the same lines as yet another potential female lead leaves the audition room. He knows she must be found, but it’s damn hard when there’s so many incredible possibilities on the horizon. Girl after girl, dream after dream, has walked through the door, read the lines to the best of her ability and prayed that this will be her big break. But time and time again, as Harry watches each one of them walk out the door, he knows that all but one heart will break.

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  • pitch perfect au where ransom and holster have matching pitch pipes that they wear around their necks skdjghfdk like mini harmonicas but not at all and equally as loud and annoying sjdhgkjfd
  • They fuckening match pitch to random sounds and sing them back
    someone: TV STATIC DOESNT HAVE A PITCH
    rans: EEEEEEEE 
  • I swear to god if you match pitch to my oven timer again I am not feeding you 
  • matching pitch to the fire alarm shgfjkdg 
  • Both Nursey and Bitty have watched their YouTube videos back and very faintly hear a pitch pipe in the distance
  • matching pitch to burps JKHGJKS 
  • Their shower head screams when you turn the hot water on first thing in the morning, they match pitch to that 
  • They also sing everything remotely melodic back to people Like burps and giggles 
  • SNEEZES 
  • Nursey gets the brunt of this bc his voice is just naturally kind of melodic
    except coughs they’re like, NO IM NOT GETTING SICK nah nah brah 
  • melodic voice derek nurse im love this 
  • Nursey: I really need to go to the store I’m out of paper
    Rans: I really need to go to the store I’m out of paaaaapeeerr
    nursey: no seriously and my printer is dead
    rans: it smellllls your feEEEEaaaar
    Holster: this boy needs a chargeeeeeer 
  • omg harmonizing with the radio or like at the gym working out? like people wanna work out near rans bc they can hear him 
  • Chowder is just so done one day and stomps up to the and just gently removes the pipes from their necks. He’s got goalie face and and they’re so stunned they don’t even stop him 
  • Also yeeees it helps none of the poor souls with crushes on Rans 
  • holster: this blows
    chowder, turns around: BLOWS INTO BOTH PITCH PIPES MAKING UGLY SQUEAK 
  • And when Nursey works out with him and they sing together ppl just start arriving??? At the gym? In plainclothes like obviously not working out 
  • Barf girl is there 
  • One boy just passes out 
  • all good in the gym
In My Freakin’ Car, Man!

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean, Baby (yes at this point the Impala is counted as a character)
Warnings: implied smut 
Word count: 485
Summary: Dean finds the reader’s underwear in the back of the Impala, and demands some answers. 
Tag list: @spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove@evyiione @mogaruke@aliensdeservebetter@27bmm@craving-cas @spnfanficpond@amanda-teaches  @myplaceofthingsilove  @spectaculicious@bambinovak @bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@padackles2010 @mamaredd123@milkymilky-cocopuff @iwantthedean@zeppo-in-a-trenchcoat @spntrista @d-s-winchester@just-another-busy-fangirl@winchesterprincessbride@waywardjoy@supernaturalyobsessed@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sandlee44@fangirl1802@kittenofdoomage @evyiione @winchestersmut@purgatoan@mogaruke @therewillbeblood @megansescape @taste-of-dean@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid  @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala@deathtonormalcy56@wildfirewinchester @notnaturalanahi@jensen-jarpad@impalaimagining@fangirlextraordinaire@itseverythingilike@jesspfly@lovekittykat21@mysteriouslyme81@mrswhozeewhatsis@aiaranradnay@supernatural-jackles@girl-next-door-writes@spnsasha@27bmm@spnfanficpond @amanda-teaches@myplaceofthingsilove@spectaculicious@bambinovak@writingthingsisdifficult@spn-imagines-to-feel@spn-ficfanatic@cleverdame@saxxxology@jensen-jarpad @keepcalmandcarryondean dancingpanda137
A/N: This was prompted/inspired by an imagine I read a while ago

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  • “Are you sure these are raisins? They don’t taste like raisins.”
  • “Did you get that guinea pig to reenact that South Park episode?”
  • “Don’t get mad, but I may have just ruined everything in your closet. Don’t ask how and don’t open the door. Don’t open your closet door for a really long time, please take this advice.”
  • “How do you even cut your teeth on wedding rings?”
  • “I don’t think you’re supposed to use disinfectant wipes on your food.”
  • “I don’t want to alarm you or anything but I thought you should know that there’s a raccoon in your shower.”
  • “I thought you said you taste like Pepsi Cola.”
  • “I’m so sorry. I had no idea I was going to sneeze. I won’t sneeze on you next time we meet, I swear.”
  • “Is that a British Army Browning L9A1 in your pocket? Or are you just pleased to- Oh! Oh my God, that’s actually a gun.”
  • “Just because you paint your entire body blue, does not mean you’re a member of that Blue Man Group. Where did you get that PVC pipe?”
  • “Let me get this straight, the little kid punched you in the face after you stole their milkshake or did they punch you in the face and then steal your milkshake? Either way, no the tooth fairy is not going to bring you cash for a chipped off piece of tooth.”
  • “Look, I know that we just met but trust me, I’m trustworthy and I need your Netflix log in.”
  • “No, I do not ‘got any weed.'”
  • “Please stop asking me if I want to build a snowman. It doesn’t even snow here.”
  • “Tell me you didn’t put five times the amount of detergent you’re supposed to in the washing machine again.”
  • “That whole pineapple thing didn’t work. Maybe you didn’t eat enough.”
  • “What do you mean I shouldn’t give hitchhikers rides? I’ve given like eight of them rides just this week! I seriously doubt I’m going to pick up a serial killer, I’m pretty sure I would know.”
  • “Why is your pocket moving?”
  • “You can’t just say checkmate every time you make a move.”
  • “You didn’t have to get me a gift- Oh. Another “#1 Asshole” mug.”
  • “You know what? It’s really rude to stare. I would really appreciate it if you’d just tell me if there’s something on my face or something.”
  • “You look really familiar. Do I look familiar? Have we met before?”
  • “You never want to hang out anymore. I told you I wasn’t going to have your entire house post-it noted ever again. You have to trust me. Besides, the guy charged a lot of money and I don’t want to spend that much on you again.”
  • “You’re watching X Men Origins: Wolverine again? How many times have you seen this now? At least watch the good one!”
  • “You’ve been gaming for three days straight. You haven’t showered and to be honest, I don’t recall you moving at all. Have you gone to the bathroom or eaten? What’s in that cup?”
Thunderbolts and Lightning | Jonathan Byers

Title: Thunderbolts and Lightning
Author: Clara
Character: Jonathan Byers
Warnings: Implied PTSD, anxiety
Prompt: anon: “Loved your ‘Finally Safe’ imagine could you do one where Jonathan comforts y/n during a thunderstorm after she comes back from the Upside down? Thx luvly!😄”

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BUTTERCREAM - Break That Shell (ft. Conor, Jack, Josh)

Anon: Hello! I have an idea for an imagine and I was wondering if you’d like to write it for me? Basically Y/N becomes boys’ (Jack, Conor and Josh) new roommate but is a bit shy and spends most of the time in her room, so the boys eventually try to get to know her a bit better. Also I have this idea that she’s good at singing and always does that when no one’s home, but one day boys can hear her and she finds it really embarrassing, but they convince her she’s really good. Link for both alternative part 2 at the bottom.

Requested: Yep

A/N: Hi anon, you didn’t really specify who this imagine was supposed to be about, so I just went with pure fluff all round for all the boys yeah? Let me know if you’d this is what you were hoping for.

Word Count: 1493

A long day at work was finally over, you were excited to make your way back home. You could almost hear your bathtub calling out to you. On your way back, you got a call from Caspar, one of your best mates. You knew both him and Josh growing up, but you were not that close to the latter, only really getting to know him when you arrived in London. It was strange how things worked out. A couple of years ago, Josh was just another schoolmate walking about the same halls as you, and now you were both living in the same house.

Reaching home, you opened the front door to be greeted by loud shouting and yelling. There was a camera set up and you were sure it caught it walking by. It definitely captured Jack on top of Josh, hitting him as they had a pretty pathetic fight. Conor was sat on a chair next to them, laughing his ass off and making jokes about the pair.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Help me! This fucking *Jack* is gonna kill me”, Josh cried out when he saw you.

“No (Y/N). Let him fight his own battles. It’ll teach this bloody ginger tree a lesson”, Jack yelled, looking wildly around.

Laughing, you left the two boys to it. “Just don’t kill each other please?” you asked on your way back to your room.

You prepped yourself a bath, getting out a nice bath bomb and lighting a few candles. You brought got your laptop out to the bathroom, turning on the music and sitting it on the dry stool as far away from the bath as you could. You went back to your room to grab a bathrobe and towel, not forgetting a waterproof case for your phone.

When your bath was ready, you got in, letting the soothing warm water work its magic and relieve the tension in your muscles. The calming scent of the candles wafted across, putting you at ease. When one of Conor’s songs came on, you laughed out loud, shaking your head and singing along. By the time Closer come on, you had forgotten that three other boys were just a door away from you, and you were belting out the lyrics.  

The bathroom door swung open, and Conor almost came toppling in, holding himself at the door. “You can sing!” he whispered loudly, in awe.

In your shock, you sank deeper into the bath, making sure the important bits could not be seen. “Uh, yeah?” you were trying to cover yourself with as much of the foam and bubbles as you could. Thankfully, there was a lot of it, so you were not exposed.

“Yeah? You were bloody amazing (Y/N)! That was brilliant!” Conor’s face held the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning.

“Thanks, uh…” you were about to ask him to leave, but the excited boy rambled on.

“Oh my god! We could do a cover together! If you want that is. Do you?” Conor asked as Jack and Josh chose that moment to walk in.

“You’re really good!” Josh piped in.

“Yeah, how come you never told us you could sing?” Jack questioned, sitting himself on the stool.

“Uh guy? I’m kinda still in the bath”, you pointed out awkwardly.

Josh looked away, as heat rushed to his cheeks. “Right”, he mumbled about to leave.

Conor and Jack however, were not in the least bit affected. Jack stayed sat on the stool, and Conor moved closer to you, his excitement uncontainable. “So you think we could collab? I mean not here, in the bathroom, but like could we? For real?”

“Okay that’s a little too close, buddy”, Josh said, pulling Conor away from you and dragging Jack out as well. “We’ll talk when you’re done”, he smiled.

“HURRY!” Conor called at the door.

Pushing him out, Josh turned to smile at you, “Take your time. Don’t worry ‘bout him.” He closed the door shut, finally giving you some privacy. From the bathtub, you could hear Josh scolding Conor for barging into the bathroom and lecturing the Maynard brothers on their behaviour.

You felt slightly uncomfortable, partly because they could have seen you naked had the bubbles not protected your womanhood, but mainly because they had heard you sing. It wasn’t the your most cherished secret or anything, but ever since kindergarten when your one of the kids told you your singing sounded like a chicken, you had always been self-conscious about it. It didn’t stop you completely, but you never sang in front of anyone.

Finishing your bath, you got out and headed to your room to change into a fresh pair of sweatpants and a loose cami. You headed to the kitchen where Josh was trying his best to cook dinner for the lot of you, with Conor hovering around him, nibbling right off the pan.

“(Y/N)!” Conor almost squealed when you entered the kitchen.

“Geez keep it in your pants brother! You’re an embarrassment to the family”, Jack rolled his eyes at his brother.

Laughing, Josh added, “Keep this up and she’ll have her bags packed ready to leave.”

Conor pouted as he slid into the seat next to you. You looked around at all three boys, your gaze lingering on the singing prodigy. “It’s fine. Just don’t barge in when I’m in the bathroom. Ever.”

Conor nodded eagerly, quickly apologising. The other two boys piped up apologies as well. Josh soon joined the three of you, with a pot of pasta. “OH god Josh! I would die without you I swear”, Jack moaned as he served himself a plate.

Conor quickly turned to you after he had his food in front of him. “So, (Y/N)? Will you? Will you do a cover with me?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think I can”, you mumbled, starting to feel awkward.

“What’d you mean?” Conor asked incredulously.

“I just don’t think I’m any good, really.”

“You’re joking! You’ve got a fantastic voice (Y/N)!” Josh added, shock written across his face.

Sensing your silence, they proceeded to convince you of your skils.

“Look (Y/N) you’re actually really good. I mean I wouldn’t say this unless it’s true. I mean I do want my brother to be successful”, Jack grinned. “Really you’ve got some lungs on you.”

“Honestly (Y/N), you’ve got a really cool sound. Just think of how it’ll sound if the both of us sand together.”

Josh studied you for a while. “(Y/N)?”, he started, “Is there a reason you’ve never sang around us before?”

You felt your face heat up. All three boys were staring cautiously at you. “I-I just, I sound really off! I mean I practically sound like a bloody chicken!”

All at once, they started shouting over each other, but there was no way you could make out anything. Your face was one of pure confusion. “Guys!” you raised your voice, causing their voices to fade out.

“Look (Y/N) you sound nothing like a chicken. If there was a chicken that sounded like that, it’d have a record deal by now”, Conor said.

“Why would you even think you sound like a chicken?” Jack narrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“I was told I sounded like one.”

“What? Who would say that?” The boys looked around at each other.

You mumbled a name, knowing that Josh would recognise who you were talking about. As you had predicted, a frown took over his face. “What? That asshole! That’s all he ever did, going around making everyone else feel bad about themselves!”

“Uh, who are we talking about?” Conor asked.

“This idiot who went to school with us”, the South African answered. “And no, I’m not talking about Caspar”, he added.

Josh looked at you from across the table, “Look (Y/N), he’s an idiot. You should never have listened to him. The asshole has never said anything sensible in his life.”

“Yeah, I mean I have no idea who this asshole is, but he’s clearly quite dumb. You’ve got a really sick voice!” Conor smiled, swinging his arm around the back of your chair.

“Oohh! (Y/N) you’ve got to do this! Imagine if that guy sees it. He’ll feel like a right tool”, Jack smirked.

Snapping his fingers, Conor agreed, “Oh yeah, we can so one-up him.”

“You should do it (Y/N), really. Oh I’d love to see his reaction when he hears your voice”, Josh grinned, leaning back into his chair.

“C’mon love, what’d you say?” Conor urged.

“Oh just do it already. Put his poor mind at rest”, Jack added, digging right back into his food.

You nodded, “Yeah I guess. I-”, before you could finish, Conor had cut you off, tackling you into a hug.

“Number one on the charts here we go!” he whipped around as he released you from the hug.

You smiled at the three boys before you, “You guys are something else you know that? But thanks.”

A/N: I’m actually thinking this could lead to a Josh imagine, if you guys are interested lmk. MASTERLIST HERE!
PART 2(CONOR)
PART 2(JOSH)

I actually forgot to come up with a title for this one and scheduled it anyway. OOPS.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 2,676
Summary: You can sleep through anything, literally anything, except for the banging of your neighbour’s pipes when they decide to shower at three in the morning. You decide to say something, and well, it doesn’t necessarily go as planned.
Warnings: language, alcohol, Steve Rogers in only a towel
Author’s Note: This is based on the prompt: I SWEAR to GOD if I hear you showering at THREE IN THE MORNING again, I will seriously fight you, the pipes in this building are RIGHT above my bedroom, WHY are you taking showers at THREE AM. As always, it’s for @rogersxbarnesx who can see herself dreaming about the Avengers fighting crime in terrycloth.

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

You’re usually a heavy sleeper. You’ve slept through thunderstorms, house parties, neighbours yelling at all hours of the night, and even a tornado that one time. You’ve slept through screaming babies on airplanes and your old roommate’s extremely loud sex noises. You pride yourself on being able to sleep through anything, but you can’t sleep through this. You can’t sleep through these fucking pipes.

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She said she’d never forget

Harry Styles - 1131 words (Requested by anon)

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The first thing I hear when I come back to my senses is the high key beeping noise that I can define as a heart monitor, my whole body pushing in trying to open my eyes. I feel my eyelids flutter, the voices of the people surrounding me echoing against my skull, almost giving me an instant headache.

I can hear people arguing around me, their voices echoing off of the walls in my head which is completely dark, my head feeling as heavy as my body does, my breathing labored as I try to follow the hasty, loud conversation.

“I swear to god Harry if you just admitted defeat this would’ve never happened!” A voice shrieks and I want to flinch at the decibels of this guy’s voice, but I can’t seem to move my body, nor open my eyes. “I know this is all my fault, okay?” I hear that voice waver, the emotion thick in the words he speaks. A third voice pipes in, this one female, as she tries to calm the two other voices down.

“It doesn’t matter what happened. What does is that she’s gonna need both of you when she opens her eyes.” The voice is calm, but filled with authority and for a second everything is quiet and the only thing I hear is my own heartbeat pounding against my ears. “Don’t be so negative, of course she will.” The first voice simply states, hope laced through the words and I want to smile and let those three people know that I’m alright and I can hear them, but my body doesn’t seem to respond to what my mind is telling it to do.

“Niall, I am sorry for all that has happened. We were never going to fight over a girl and look at us now..” The other male seems shattered, his voice cracking near the end and I keep listening in, my heart warming as I hear them speak to one another.

“It’s not just your fault. I should’ve backed off when you said you liked her.” The two voices liked me? I am completely flattered with their words. “I just hope she wakes up. I want to tell her I love her one more time.” I want to scream I love you in return, but I can’t seem to put a face or a name to the voice, only this feeling of pure adornment, safety and a lot of memories that flash in front of my eyes in a millisecond, not long enough for me to actually get information out of them.

“Haz, you’ll get the chance to say that multiple times a day.” The other voice smiles, you can just hear it, and I imagine his hand laying onto the shoulder of the other male and squeezing reassuringly. He seems hurt, but at piece with it as he wishes his friend the best.

“But Niall you- ” the sentence is shortened as the other male answers briskly, abruptly stopping his friend from finishing whatever that was about to come. “You’re meant to be. You’ve been here for eight days straight. I swear just go home and go shower you smell like shit.” I hear all three of them laugh, the female voice pipes in as well and it’s heartwarming to hear.

I want to be with those people, laughing along with them and letting them know I am alright and I hear them, that everything is going to work out and that that one person should not feel sad about me being here and not opening my eyes.

I try to flutter my eyelids and for a second I feel something, anything move and I blink a few times, my eyes scanning over the three people that are occupying the bright white room. I recognize no one here, all of them still bantering together, laughing along but not aware of my awakening yet. I scrape my throat, the soreness and lack of water rippling through me, having me to wince as I feel the pain slowly subside to the dull beating of my heart in my throat.

The first one in the room to notice me is the girl that’s leaning on the end of my bed, her eyes widening as a gasp leaves her lips and she slaps the two boys on every side of her. My gaze is emotionless, my eyes narrowing as I try to recall where I had seen her before. She seemed like a nice person which would be a friend of mine, but I can’t seem to put my finger on it, or her name. “Niall, Harry, shut the fuck up. She’s awake.” Her head motions towards me and now both of the boys turn their heads to look at me.

The one near my right has a blonde updo, his roots a dark brown and his smile wide and playful. He had a childish, laid back demeanor wavering around him, like he had no care in the world. It was amazing that in a world like the one we lived in, you’d see a person like him. His eyes sparkled as he gazed towards me, a small smile playing on my lips when he claps his hands together and lets out a tiny laugh, his eyes squeezing shut as if he’s thrilled to lay his eyes upon me.

The other boy, on the other side of my bed, seemed like the complete opposite. His brown, curly locks on top of his head stuck out in every direction, clearly evident that he had raked his fingers through the hair. He seemed exhausted, completely shattered but still managed a small smile thrown my way, dimples showing as his bright teeth come into view. My eyes find his and I feel immediately drawn to him, as if I’d had a history with this man.

“I am so glad you are okay y/n!” The girl speaks up and slaps my foot that is covered underneath the blanket, my eyes widening as I stare at her rapid, unexpected motion.

“I’m so sorry I should’ve paid more attention to the road and -”, the brown haired boy speaks and I see his smile slink, the dimples disappearing and the sparkle in his green eyes vanishing in front of me.

“Let’s just be glad y/n’s okay, Haz.” The blonde boy smiles at what I presume is his friend and I watch the interaction with hooded eyes, already completely drained by this small encounter even though I hadn’t spoken yet.

“Lass, speak up.” The girl squeezes my ankle and I avert my gaze back towards her, my tongue darting out to lick my lips, moistening them briefly before I let the first words past my lips.
“Who are you people?”

I hope you enjoyed,
Lots of love,
L. xox

List of AUs
  • Hey I just followed my friend to your friend’s house but now they’re screwing really loudly in the other room, wanna go do something else?
  • We live in the same building and you’re locked out of your place in your underwear because you were doing laundry and forgot your key
  • I happened to glance into your window just in time to see you do a slammin’ air guitar solo but then you caught me looking
  • Okay, I don’t want to be that jerk but our building has a strict No Pet Policy and your cat will not stop meowing and and I WILL report you and oh no you’re cute
  • The postal worker delivered your package to my place accidentally and I was expecting something so I totally didn’t look before I opened it and… wow that is um… quite an interesting thing you bought and I’m here to return it
  • I live a block away from this pizza place that stays open until 2 am and you’re, like, always working which is nice because I get to look at you but, um, are you sleeping here or something because you’re literally ALWAYS here
  • You and I ride the same bus home every day but never talk but then you fell asleep and sorry to wake you up (you look really cute in your sleep) but it’s your stop next
  • I SWEAR to GOD if I hear you showering at THREE IN THE MORNING again, I will seriously fight you, the pipes in this building are RIGHT above my bedroom, WHY are you taking showers at THREE AM
  • I can literally hear you sneezing through the walls and I brought some chicken noodle soup over for you because I have exams to study for and your sneezing is seriously distracting me
Solace - Jason Todd x Reader

Hello :) Can you do a JasonxReader(where she is part of the team and helps out but also has missions of her own)She has a good relationship with everyone on the team even Damian but with Jason they have this sort of love/hate thing always sassing and teasing each other. And one night he goes to check on her because he hasn’t seen her in a few days and he’s worried and finds her curled up in a corner having a panic attack and helps her through it and just holds her and maybe confess? (requested by anon)

A/N: Alright so I admit I went a tiny bit off prompt here but I hope it still fulfills everything you wanted out of this prompt!

“You almost got me killed Todd.” You complained loudly as you came into the Batcave after a hard night of patrol. On this night in particular you were on a mission with Jason and he wasn’t always what you would consider a team player.

“Please.” He rolled his eyes. “Any child with a stick could have countered that attack. You had it covered.” He shrugged off your complaints.

“It’s called a Bo staff.” You argued jabbing his shoulder lightly with your weapon of choice to prove your point. “And I don’t care much for your tone, Todd.”

“Well I don’t care much for your face.” He retorted with a childish wrinkle of his nose. You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Oh real mature.” You said.

“Dear lord, do you two ever stop bickering? I swear you two fight like a really, really immature married couple.” Tim piped up as he walked into the cave.

“Yeah! Do everyone a favor and just get a room already.” Dick added collapsing into the closest chair he could find. You scoffed indignantly and rolled your eyes.

“With him? As if.” You say.

“Oh you wish you could have a piece of this.” He said dramatically gesturing down his body as if it were a gift from the gods. You narrowed your eyes at him wanting more than smack that stupid grin off his face.

“Only in your dreams, Todd.” You say with a flick of your hair. Jason plopped down into a chair, crossed his arms over the back of his head and threw his feet up to rest on the closest table. He smiled tauntingly at you as he exuded the picture of comfort.

“[Y/N] if you’re in my dreams it’s only because it’s a nightmare.” He retorted with a wide taunting smirk. You let out a groan of frustration and threw your hands up in the air. You were too tired to continue bickering with Jason.

“You have my number if you need me, Dick.” You say as you storm out of the room. You need some space, a hot meal, and a soft bed to crash on.

Your relationship with Jason was exhausting to say the least. You had great productive relationships with all of the other members of the Batfamily but Jason was always the exception. You certainly had positive moments with him.  You worked really well together most of the time and sometimes you think you might even be considered friends but then he opens his big mouth and sets you off. You liked Jason but god damn sometimes that boy really knew how to get on your nerves.

When you got back to your place you collapsed onto your couch with some cold leftovers and just vegged, trying to relax from your hard day. You succeeded and you easily crashed on your couch only to be woken up by shrill screams coming from your neighbors. Still in your uniform and mask you ran out your window onto the fire escape and hurriedly entered through their window.

The apartment was dark as you ran towards the screams that had turned muffled. You came to a door where you could hear movement behind it. You tried to open the door only to find that it was blocked by some furniture that was pushed up against it. Taking a few steps back you rammed your entire body against the door with as much force as possible.

The door gave way under your force and you stumbled into the dark room. The family that lived in this home sat tied up in the corner of the room quivering in fear. You ran over to them and undid their bindings.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” You asked them as you released them. They mother of the family shook her head sobbing as you untied her hands. When her hands were free she immediately pulled the fabric gag from her mouth.

“Behind you!” She screamed pulling her child to her chest and ducking away from whatever she saw. You looked around the room and didn’t see anything.

“Ma’am there’s nothing here. You’re safe now.” You reassured her in a calming voice. She shook her head wildly and clutched her child to her.

“No he’s here! HE’S STILL HERE!” She cried in terror.

“Who’s here? Where did he go?” You ask trying uselessly to calm the woman. She was terrified and nothing you said or did was going to be able to calm her down.

“He’s still here.” She repeated rocking slightly where she sat. “Scarecrow is still here.” She whimpered. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain at the base of your neck. You hand flew up to locate the source of the pain finding a projectile had imbedded itself. You pried it out and inspected it in your hands. You identified it as some sort of tranquilizer dart but you knew it was a tranquilizer that had been injected into you.

Fuck.” You whispered as you felt your vision start to blur and your body start reacting to the fear agent. You tried your best to keep your fear under control but no amount of training could have prepared you for the potency of the drug.

You fell to your knees clutching your throbbing head. A tall grotesque figure stalked up to you and lifted your chin to look at him. Normally you would not have been afraid to face this crock but the fear toxin warped your senses to the point of pure terror. You looked at Scarecrow and suddenly his form shaped into every nightmare you’ve ever had as a child all in one horrid monster.

“I need you to send a message, my dear.” He slithered. “Tell the Bat that Gotham is already under my control and there’s nothing he can do to stop the spread of fear.” He cackled. You stared defiantly up at him, trying you best to push past the toxin.

“You don’t scare me, Crane.” You snarled, your vision continuing to warp into horrific pictures. He kneeled down and put his face inches in front of yours. He stared into your soul sizing you up.

“No but being alone does, doesn’t it?” He almost purred. “As soon as I leave here, you will be forced to come face to face with the abyss of your loneliness. You have nothing. You have no one. You are alone in this world and that is how your life will end. Empty and desolate. No one cares for you and no one ever will.”

“No! You’re wrong!” You cried as darkness enclosed you. The world grew cold around you and abandoned and alone in the darkness. You tried to fight. You swung your fist out, hoping to come in contact with Scarecrow but he easily avoided your struggles.

“Send the message when you can, little one. There’s no rush though. Take your time recovering from my little concoction. Lord knows no one is going to come looking for you.” He taunted before standing up and leaving. The small rational part of you that remained wanted to run after him and take him down but you were paralyzed by the effects of the drug.

Through much effort you eventually pulled yourself to your feet and stumble back to your own home. You didn’t want to be here when your neighbors came down from their own fear. When you finally made it back to your own apartment you locked your door and reinforced the door with your coffee table. You were hallucinating and believed in your paranoia that monsters were trying to break into your home to devour you.  

You collapsed into the corner of the living room hugging yourself in a fetal position as you tried to fight through your terror and fears. For days you laid on the floor quivering alone in fear. Your concept of time was warped and what was only an hour felt like days. You had no idea how long you were fighting the toxin but there never seemed to be an end in sight.

Subconsciously, you thought you heard your phone ringing but your poisoned mind warped it into pained terrorized screams of all the people you couldn’t save. Mom, Dad, your friends, and all the people you knew you would fail in the future.

You were trapped in your own prison constructed in your mind. There was no running, no escape. All you could do is wait and hope for the terror to fade.

After an indeterminable amount of time you heard a loud bang come from your kitchen. Your mind conjured up explosions and horrific scenes of bombings that you had responded to in your time as a vigilante. You curled up into a tighter ball to shield your body from the imagined flying shrapnel coming from the explosion. You let out a blood curdling scream when something sharp impaled you from behind. You looked down to see the metal extended from your body and your hands were bloody and shaking as they hovered over the wound.

“[Y/N]!” A deep voice called out, sounding like he was calling out to you from underwater. 

Underwater. Your vision morphed to a deep ocean scene. It was dark and cold. You struggled to breathe but no matter how much you swam upwards towards the light you never reached the surface. You clawed at your throat as your lungs burned from the lack of oxygen. You couldn’t breathe.

“[Y/N]! Breathe! None of this is real! BREATHE!” The voice called out again this time much clearer. You recognized that voice. Your vision cleared and you came back to your dark apartment and took in a deep breath, coughing and sputtering from your very real oxygen deprivation.

“Jason?” You coughed. He cradled you in his arms, holding you securely to him. For the first time in a very long time you felt safe and secure. A part of you wondered how your mind would pervert this vision.

“It’s alright [Y/N]. I’m here. You’re going to be ok.” He promised softly, soothingly rubbing your back. You wrapped your arms tightly around him and started to openly sob against his neck.

“Please don’t leave, Jay. Please.” You cried softly. He pulled you closer to him ever so slightly and dropped his head to your shoulder.

“Never again, [Y/N]. I’m here for you, I always will be.” He promised. You continued to cry against him just waiting for the moment your toxin laced mind was going to make him leave you but it never came.

It never came. Jason was really here in your arms. He pulled you out of your hellish hallucinations and now he was here to support you.

“You’re here! You’re really here!” You sobbed your hands roaming over his body to ensure that he wasn’t just a figment of your imagination.

“I’m here, [Y/N].” He repeated cupping your cheek gently in his hand. “You were gone for days [Y/N]. We couldn’t get in contact with you and I was so fucking scared that something happened to you. The others said to give you a couple days. They said you were probably off doing your own mission or something but I fucking knew. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner [Y/N]. Believe me when I see that slimy bastard again I’m going to feed him his fucking teeth.” He whispered ending in angry passion. You just held onto him while he comforted you. Slowly you began to feel the effects of the toxin begin to fade but it still lingered threatening to flare up again at a moment’s notice.

“Please don’t leave me, Jay.” You whispered resting your head against his chest. You hadn’t slept in days and you could suddenly feel your body start to give into your exhaustion. You tried to stay awake, fearing that if you closed your eyes the nightmares would attack you again but your heavy eyelids made staying awake next to impossible. You soon fell asleep against Jason.

When he heard you sleeping peacefully in his arms, he scooped you up and walked you towards the bedroom. He gently set you on the bed and placed a blanket over you. He climbed into your bed next to you making sure he was close in case he needed to hold you again.

He stayed awake for a while watching you sleep peacefully. It was a stark contrast from how he found you earlier. Carefully not to wake you, he brushed some rogue locks of hair away from your face smiling fondly down at you. He was just happy that you were safe now.

“I love you [Y/N]. Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He whispered feeling the heat of your forehead as you were still coming down from the effects of the toxin. He wondered if he would ever be able to confess his feelings for you while you were conscious but for now this was enough. As long as you were safe and happy that would always be enough for him.