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.

anonymous asked:

omg can you write a hc for drunk race please? ily

honestly this is such a good one there’s a lot of potential here lol so sorry for the length. also this is newsies!race since the preference wasn’t specified hope that’s fine!

  • first of all, every newsie in their right mind wouldn’t even think about giving race alcohol
  • so every time he shows up with it, which isn’t all too often tbh, no one even knows how he got it in the first place
  • but then again no one even knows how he really got his signature cigars, so at this point everyone just assumes that race is either really awful with money management or he’s just really good at stealing things
  • it’s the second one
  • but anyway, you know how race acts towards weisel when he’s buying papes? that whole like teasing, flirty “i’ll call ya sweetheart if you spot me 50 papes” thing?
  • that’s drunk race
  • that’s exactly him right there except 10x worse
  • he gets all physical and clingy and giggly and flirty towards all the newsies and he’s met with different kinds of reactions
  • jack is the most used to it having known race for a long time. he’s at the point where he just plays along, flirting back, letting race hang onto him, etc. while also making sure he isn’t overdoing it with the alcohol
  • (“hiiii jackyy” “how’s my fave boy doing?” “better now that you’re here now dollface” “aww thanks pal” “d’ya love me jack?” “always baby. now have some water so you won’t be grippin’ so hard when you wake up in the morning.”)
  • davey gets super shy and embarrassed but not in a bad way. his face gets super red whenever race is all over him since he’s not used to attention like that, but he usually doesn’t fend off his advances 
  • (“hey davey?” “yeah?” “you have… the prettiest eyes” “oh my god race” “seriously they’re like two big, green jewels” “race please” “waitwait waait don’t move imma get in closer to look” “r a c e”)
  • crutchie loves drunk race. it’s cause he loves how normal race is all sarcastic, snarky comments and bad attitudes while drunk race is full of love, affection, and sentiment. once race sobers up, crutchie’s always there to tease and remind him of all the sappy things he’s done 
  • (“c’mon race we had such a beautiful moment yesterday” “crutchie i swear to god-“ “gather round boys and girls cause i’m about to tell the tale of how race spent 20 minutes improvising poetry about all the things he loves about me-“ “say one more word and you’ll be wakin’ up in the mornin’ with two bum legs.” “i love you too bud.”
  • albert is the biggest victim out of all of them tho lol. cause since race is p much his best friend (even though they always nag, tease, and make fun of each other) and they’re “roommates” in the sense that they sleep in close quarters, he’s always the one who has to deal with race the morning after, along with also receiving a decent amount of the flirting and clinginess. 
  • (“race. c’mon get up the morning’ bell rang like 5 minutes ago.” “nngggghhhhh” “…don’t make me do it.” “*slowly looks up, looking like death, anger blazing in his eyes* you wouldn’t da-“ “*uses a metal pipe to SLAM the metal railing repeatedly* WAKEY WAKEY MR. HIGGINS TIME TO START THE DAY!!!” “if i wasn’t half dead, tomorrow’s pape would be reporting the death of an ugly orphan boy who toppled over the railing and smashed his brains in, i swear to god.” “drunk race would never treat me like this, he loves me.” “drunk race is dead. and so are you.” “*screeching*”)

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anonymous asked:

Hey :) for the prompt thing - number 47 ?? I feel like that would be something Theo would say to Liam

Hey :) I used this for Day 3 of Thiam week.

(sorry my Thiam week is late, had a friend visiting)

Liam hated Theo.

He’d thought, maybe, just maybe there was some small redeeming quality about him, that somewhere deep down in his cold lifeless heart he’d be able to find the tiniest shred of humanity but no. Theo was pure unadulterated evil. He was the devil in disguise, he was hell spawn. He was a vicious, arrogant, manipulative cheater.

And he was winning.

“If you touch it I will kill you.” Liam growled. Theo’s eyebrows raised, lips curling into a smirk. Liam narrowed his eyes as Theo raised a finger to his lips brushing his tongue across it before he moved to flip through his fake money.

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No Regrets | 01

Plot: ‘Forever, we are young’ – that was Seokjin’s motto. You had never expected to live by it, not until he came up with a bucket list and forced his friends to go on a week-long trip with him during spring break. All of you soon learnt that youth was an adventure, and a great time to make stupid mistakes.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: fluff, humor, (very little) angst, Non-idol au!

Notes: The Seokjin series of everyone’s dreams. I’m trying out something new here, so bare with me. Fluff is not my forte. I’d love to know your opinions about this series, so feel free to hmu. 4k Words

P.S. I’d like to wish happy birthday to @seokjinkie <3 She said it was her birthday in November in her reblog (idk when) so yeah.. Hehehe

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temptation

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no major warnings; high school!au
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thank you so much to @fourletterwordsstartingwithl for helping me knock this out <3 if you aren’t following her, you should be! she makes beautiful edits.



By second period, the whole school knows.

“Jesus fuck, Thor,” Fandral sighs wistfully. He should be helping Thor mix up their chemistry work, but instead reclines in his seat, a vague, dreamy look on his face. “I would hold onto Loki today.”

“Quit thinking about him,” Thor snaps. “Or I’ll pound you into the turf at practice.”

Fandral gives him a completely unrepentant grin. “Oh, come on. Let a man dream.”

“I’ll murder you, I swear to god.”

“About Loki’s legs, oh my god. Who would’ve thought weird little Loki would've—”

Thor slams his fist into the table and shoves Fandral right off his chair. “Out of fucking bounds. Don’t you call Loki weird, you—”

Mister Stark’s head bounces up from its resting place on the desk. “Wazzat? Is someone fighting in my class?”

“No,” Fandral says, infuriatingly cheerful. “I just fell out of my chair.”

“Oh,” Stark says, looking put-out. “Well. Then. Okay. Quantum physics, first we’re going to—”

One girl pipes up without bothering to raise her hand. “Mister Stark, this is Chem II.”

Their teacher blinks hard, then snatches up and drains his coffee mug in one go. “What can I say, you’re all intelligent looking kids. Chem II, the stepping stone, next week—physics. It all ties together, just learn the basics, move on, easy enough.”

Thor plants his head on his desk.

Fandral gives his back a sympathetic pat. “Sorry, man. No offense meant.”

Thor just grunts, then jolts as his phone buzzes in his pants. Carefully, with one eye on Stark, now animatedly talking about theoretical something or the other, Thor checks the text.

meet me in the bathroom in hall e, second floor

Hall E? Hall E was all the way across the goddamned building—

“Yes?” Stark says to him.

Thor blinks, and takes note of his hand stretched up high into the air. He certainly didn’t tell it to do that. It must’ve been the brain currently operating in his pants. “Um. Can I use the bathroom?”

“Go, go.” Stark tosses him the hallway pass and Thor’s out like a shot.

As he turns out of the classroom, his phone buzzes again and Thor’s knees go weak; it’s a picture of Loki angled chest down, his hard cock poking out from under his skirt. There’s one word attached: hurry

So Thor hustles and sprints down the hallway like his ass is on fire.

Or, more accurately, like his boyfriend just sent him an invitation to have sex.


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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.

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.”

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.

Tease - Grayson Dolan (Requested)

Warnings: Smut and Swearing

Happy reading ;)


“Gray, stop!” you yelled at your boyfriend of two years. “Buuut babeeeee they’re taking too longgggg” he whined while continuously jamming the door bell. You just shook your head and waited. Today you were invited to have dinner with his family, and gray has been bothering you all day. He wouldn’t stop wining or complaining about how he’d rather be cuddling with you all night then going to his family dinner. But of course, you forced him because that’s the right thing to do.

Finally after what felt like years Cameron, Grayson’s sister opens the door for both of you. “Y/N!” She smiled excitedly. You greeted her with a warm hug and headed inside. “What about me?” Grayson looked at Cameron offended. “Oh, it’s you. Hey gray.” She laughs and Grayson just rolls his eyes. After greeting everyone else, you and Grayson took your seats at the table.

The dinner was on the longer side, mainly because Ethan kept going on about the cool sites and things he’s done while being in LA. The food was amazing as always, Lisa being the great cook she is. Everyone sat there eating and listening to Ethan talk, while a little idea popped into your head. You figured you’d have a little fun with this, especially since Grayson has been bothering you all day.

You looked around just to make sure nobody would notice what you were about to do, and sure enough they were all focused on
Ethan, including Grayson. That was surely about to change. You then began to snake your hand to his lap, catching a side eye from Grayson. You moved it over to his crotch area, placing your hand over his clothed member. Grayson then shot you a confused look, biting on his lip. You began to rub his member through his jeans then slowly started to palm it with your hand. Grayson then started to choke on whatever he was eating, earning a glance from the entire table.

“You okay gray?” asked his dad, Sean. “Uhh yeah I’m great, went down the wrong pipe.” And with that everyone turned their attention back to Ethan. Grayson put his hand over your thigh and squeezed it, giving you a warning. But you didn’t care. You were having way too much fun with this. You placed your hand back over his now hard member and started to palm it once again. Grayson purposely dropped his fork on the ground, reached down and picked it up and whispered in your ear while doing so. “I swear to god Y/N, you’re gonna pay for this.” You could feel yourself getting wetter as you clenched your thighs together.

“Uhhh I gotta go show Y/N something guys, we’ll be back.” Grayson said while grabbing your hand and taking you to his old room. You could see his parents confused expressions, but Ethan and Cameron were suspicious and you both really didn’t care if they knew. All you both could think about was tearing each other’s clothes off. Once you got to his room, Grayson slammed you against the wall.

“You think it’s okay to tease me in front of my family baby?” You just bit your lip and stared at him. “Answer me!” He growled, grabbing your ass and squeezing it. “No, daddy.” “Mhmm that’s right baby, it’s not. Now I’m gonna have you punish you.” Suddenly, Grayson smashed his lips against yours. He slipped his tongue in, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. He began removing your clothes, along with your bra and practically ripping off your panties. He removed his clothing as well, leaving you both exposed. He pulled away from the kiss as he kissed down to your tits while moving his hand down to your pussy, rubbing your clit. He placed his mouth on your nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. You couldn’t help but let out small moans as he was doing so. “You like that kitten, huh?” You nodded and he smirked as you did, as he rubbed your clit faster. He then inserted a finger inside of you. You moaned out when you felt his finger stretch your walls, then inserting another one. He started to thrust his fingers faster as you bit on your lip even harder, so hard you thought it would start to bleed. “Mhmm so tight and wet.. I can’t wait until my cock is inside you instead.” You felt yourself clenching around his fingers, signaling that your orgasm was nearing. “I’m gonna cum daddy!” you moaned out not caring if his family would hear. “Cum all over my fingers princess.” He growled in your ear. And with that, your orgasm hit you and you came around his fingers. He pulled them out putting his finger in his mouth, sucking off your juices.

You saw a smirk creep onto Grayson’s face as he pulled out his cock, ready to enter you. It looked painfully hard as he stroked it with his hand. “I don’t think I can take anymore daddy.” You said as you were still sensitive from your last orgasm. “Yes you can baby, daddy still needs to cum.” Grayson then put his cock at your entrance as he rubbed it against your slit. You let out a loud moan as he slid inside of you, giving you no time to adjust. You threw you head back as he thrusted inside of you, groaning out. “You’re so fucking tight Y/N.” he groaned as he put his finger on your clit rubbing it in small circles. “Faster daddy!” You moaned out. He didn’t hesitate and started to slam into you faster than before. You felt your orgasm nearing for the second time tonight, as you clenched around him.

“Cum on my cock baby, I fucking love when you do.” That was all it took to make you scream his name and have your second orgasm of the night. He then came inside you soon after, letting out groans as he cursed under his breath. After he pulled out he looked up at you smiling. “I love you so much.” “I love you too gray.” you chuckled and kissed his sweaty forehead.

“Something’s off.” you said while looking at him. “What do you mean?” He asked with a somewhat confused expression. “Grayson… the dinner..”

“Shit.”

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
this is about to get interesting
  • “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?”

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.

Kill ‘Em With Kindness - PART THREE

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

Bucky Barnes x Reader

You had been detected. You were now on their radar.  You were recruited for one mission only.  You’re trained and put to the test.  With your background, everyone realizes it was a mistake recruiting a college student who would soon be faced with the thing that drove her to kill in the first place.

Warnings: swearing, slight angst
Word Count: 1,821

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen… I want to ruin you.”

“You’re too late.”

PART THREE
   

     You hadn’t gotten any sleep that night.  You spent the whole night inspecting the room, covering the tiny cameras that would watch your moves: one on the dresser, one on the nightstand, and one in the corner of the window.  Of course, they would kindly ask you to remove them and give you a bullshit excuse as to why you should always be monitored.  

    At one in the morning, you busted 100 sit-ups.  At two in the morning, you closed your eyes for fifteen minutes.  At three in the morning, you pressed your ear to the wall to hear the Winter Soldier cursing and screaming, throwing objects around his room.  At four in the morning, you took off your suit and changed into your normal clothes.  At five in the morning, you reapplied your red lipstick and red nail polish.  At six, you left your room and quietly made your way down to the kitchen.  You expected to be alone, but there were already three people going about their normal routine.

    You moved cautiously, looking at each of them.  

    “Sleep well, darling?” Natasha was the first to speak.  She was donning a red robe and her hair was up in curlers.  A small smirk crept its way to your face.  

    “You’re running with us this morning,” Steve declared, finishing his coffee and standing from the barstool.  Bucky was the third person there, and he hadn’t said anything since you got to the kitchen.  You looked to Steve with confusion.

    “Why?” you asked.  Natasha excused herself and sent a quick wink in your direction.  Snapping out of your thoughts, you watched as her hips swayed when walking out of the room.  You smirked wider but turned back to the men in front of you when one of them cleared their throats.

    “I’d rather get a run at her,” you smirked.  Bucky choked quietly on his coffee and cleared his throat once again.  Steve only smiled and shook his head.  

    “You’re just like her, you know?” Steve said.  You followed him out of the room and to the gym.

    “What? Flirty?” you asked.

    Steve nodded and handed you the spare work-out clothes.  “Put these on.”

    “Do you like flirty?” you questioned, tearing off your shirt in front of Captain America himself.  His eyes widened and he awkwardly smiled, turning away from you and waiting until you were fully dressed.

    You only wanted to make people uncomfortable with the sight of you, not the thought.  If Natasha could do that, then so could you.  How many twins did Tony say you had?

    Almost forgetting about the other super soldier you left in the kitchen, you turned to check if he was still there.  He was not.  

    After your run, you entered the gym for your training session with Natasha.  She explained the countless maneuvers of high kicks, low kicks, punches, and even stabbing techniques.  You only nodded and reenacted her moves on the test dummy in front of you.  

    “You have excellent form.  Who trained you?” Natasha asked, grabbing her water bottle and taking a long drink.

    You ripped the knife out the dummy’s abdomen and turned towards her.  “I already said.  Underground.”

    She rolled her eyes.  “Okay, then tell me where.”

    Instead of answering verbally, you sliced the dummy’s throat and elbowed it once in its temple.  That’s all it took for its head to fall to the floor.  “Germany.”

    Natasha stood there stunned, crunching up her water bottle and nodding.  “Fight me.”

    You threw the knife to the corner of the room and run up to her.  Seeing that she was about to kick your chest, you turned abruptly and grasped her shin, twisting her leg and sending her to the floor.  She pulled herself up halfway and swung her right leg in circle, hitting your shins this time and knocking you to the floor.  She brought her elbow up to bring it down to your ribcage but you caught it and swung your legs over so you were straddling her hips.  Twisting her arm backwards, she winced and head butted you.  She took your place and now you were looking up at her from the ground.  You smiled.

    “You know, none of us are that fond of Germany and its secrets,” Natasha winked.  

    “Neither am I,” you brought your knee up to her crotch and she went down.

 You sat up slowly and apologized to her quietly.  She groaned but smiled back, “I really like you.”

    Tony, Steve, Sam, and Bucky were watching all of this unfold from outside the gym.  Neither of them spoke, each anticipating every word coming out of yours or Natasha’s mouth.

    “Is anyone else loving this just a little too much,” Sam exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and walking backwards.  Bucky chuckled but kept his eyes on you.  Just then, Wanda passed by and asked what they were all looking at.  You had sat down and drank your water while Natasha was cleaning up the mats.  

    “Don’t be shy, Wanda.  You should go join them,” Tony commented.  Wanda scoffed and walked away.  

    Two in the morning and you still could not fall asleep.  It was now Sunday, meaning you would be able to step out of the compound and go to class.  Like always, you had finished your homework at school so your weekends would be clear.  You didn’t do much unless it involved running from roof to roof to feel.

    You wrapped the sheets around your body tighter, finally feeling like you would be able to get some sleep.  You snapped up from bed, however, when you heard a yell.  Closing your eyes, you continued to hear your neighbor bang his head on his pillow and scream until his lungs gave out.  Still sitting up in bed, you waited until he quieted down to make your way to the wall.  You slid down and hugged your knees to your chest.  Raising your hand up, you began tapping a message out.

   “.- .-. . / -.– — ..- / — -.- .- -.– ..–..” Are you okay?

    A few moments passed and you thought you weren’t going to get a response, but slight tapping knocked that thought out of your head.

    “.. .—-. …- . / -… . . -. / -… . - - . .-. .-.-.-“ I’ve been better.

   You smiled at this, reaching up and tapping another message.

    “.. / - …. .. -. -.- / -.– — ..- .-. / .– .- .-.. .-.. … / …. .- - . / -.– — ..- .-.-.-“ I think your walls hate you.

    Bucky took a few seconds to reply, but when he did your heart sped up.  You pushed that feeling to the back of your chest and focused on his tapping.

    “- …. . -.– / -.. — .-.-.- / .. .—-. – / ..- … . -.. / - — / .. - .-.-.-“ They do. I’m used to it.

    You sighed and hesitated to tap out your next message, but something inside prompted you to.

    “.. / –. . - / -. .. –. …. - – .- .-….. –..– / - — — .-.-.-“ I get nightmares, too.

    Leaning back on the wall, you wondered why you were telling the Winter Soldier this.  Maybe it was because he hadn’t spoken to you, yet.  He hasn’t even judged you like everyone else has.  To say you were interested in him was an understatement.  He was different simply because he was hiding as well.  According to Tony, that’s “twin material”.  You rolled your eyes at the memory of those words and listened to Bucky’s delayed response.

     “-.. — . … / .. - / …. .- ..- -. - / -.– — ..- –..– / - — — ..–..” Does it haunt you, too?

    Your breath hitched and you tightened your grip on your knees.  Your face fell and you nodded, knowing Bucky couldn’t see your movements.  You were going to end this conversation.

    “. …- . .-. -.– / -.. .- – -. / -.. .- -.– .-.-.-“ Every damn day.  

    Bucky was standing, his sweaty forehead resting on the wall as he listened to your gentle taps.  For someone so harsh and extreme, Bucky noticed just how gentle and sincere you really were.  Ever since he arrived at the compound, everyone assumed his angry demeanor was one that would stick.  No one realized he had changed immensely.  Well, except for Steve.  Steve had stopped going to into Bucky’s room whenever he had nightmares.  Bucky urged him to stay out- he could handle them.  He didn’t need his help anymore.  “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

    Bucky decided to liven up the mood and tapped out a witty reply.

    “ -.– — ..- / -.- -. — .– / – — .-. … . / -.-. — -.….–.. / .– …. .- - / -.-. .- -. .—-. - / -.– — ..- / -.. — ..–..” You know morse code? What can’t you do?

     Without thinking, you tapped out your final reply before you tried to fall asleep again.

    “..-. — .-. –. . - .-.-.-“ Forget.

    You stood up and headed for your bed, sighing as you wrapped yourself up in your sheets.  The room was quiet and as you finally drifted off, you could hear a faint reply coming from the other side of the room.

    “– . / -…. - ……-. .-.-.-“ Me neither.

    Flinging your backpack over your shoulder, you practically ran to the entrance of the building.  You were almost outside when a voice piped up from behind you.

    “Now, where do you think you’re going?” You came to halt and turned to the man whose voice you were becoming very annoyed over.

    “To school,” you replied.  Your usual red lipstick was darker today, a nice contrast to the vibrant red you catch everyone’s attention with.  

    “Unsupervised?” Tony quipped.  Your jaw tensed and you turned to look away from him.

    “Oh, don’t be so moody.  I swear to God, if I have to deal with another flipped table this Thanksgiving I’m going to flip that shit myself,” Tony remarked.  You turned to look at him and raised your eyebrows, waiting for his explanation.

    “Well?” you said, contemplating whether you should just bolt out of the facility right then and there.  However, you weren’t really in the mood to have Iron Man’s foot up your ass so you waited.

    “Where’s your babysitter?” Tony dragged out each word, acting as if you were a child who needed looking after.

    “My what?” your teeth clenched.  As if on cue, Natasha strolled down the stairs with a big smile on her face.  

    “I’ve never been to a college lecture.  This should be fun!”

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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

A blog post by Paula Reed, who was a Forensics Science teacher at Columbine at the time of the massacre.

“I’ve decided to tell about a dream I had a number of years ago. I never told anyone about it, I guess because I always felt it was a rather unflattering dream. I felt guilty about it. 

In my dream, I head into the English office in the morning, but I end up in the wrong room.  It’s the publications room, fondly known as “The Pub.” Years ago, we switched out the English office and The Pub so the teachers could have a bigger space for meetings and collaborative work.  Anyway, I go back into the old English office, and it’s set up the way it was originally.  I look down, and I’m wearing a dress I can’t possibly be wearing because I gave it away.  I know exactly the last day I wore it, and I feel a little sick. Then George, a retired Columbine science teacher turned substitute walks in with a box of miniature éclairs the kids baked the day before when he was subbing in foods class, and I know what day it is: April 20, 1999.  And it’s early morning, so nothing’s happened yet. 

I bolt from the English office and run to Frank, and I tell him he has to find Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, search their cars and the kids themselves.  He has to call their parents and have them search the kids’ rooms.  He thinks I’m nuts, but I’m shaking and as white as a ghost (Frank says), and I beg him.  Then I run down the hall, and kids are flooding to first hour, and I find Dan and make him swear to God he will not go to the library for lunch.  I’m searching the halls for Rachel when our school resource officer walks up and asks me how I knew.

They searched the cars and found everything, the guns, the pipe bombs, the propane tanks.  “How did you know?” he keeps asking.  And I try to tell him, but all that comes out is gibberish.  He tells me I have to go to Frank’s office.  I go, but Frank’s not there, so I sit down by myself.

There, alone, I think about what I’ve just done.  I feel like I should be elated to have stopped it, but I what I’m thinking about is how many schools it didn’t happen to because after us, kids started to tell on each other.  What other school have I consigned to the experience we just avoided?  I realize that, even though it won’t happen to anyone else at school, it still happened to me.  I can’t undo that, and now, everyone I knew who had been through it with me is the old them.  They won’t understand how the event changed me.  They’ll think I’m crazy.  Feeling deeply ashamed, I can’t help but think of the (3 at the time of the dream) published books I’ve unwritten by changing history.  I know I can’t write them again, and don’t even know whether I’ll feel any desire to write another book.  My agent, Kristin, won’t know who I am. 

I wonder how my own two kids will change, because this will change how my husband and I raise them.  I do not regret preventing the shootings, but I feel very sad and alone.

I woke up before Frank came back to his office, so I don’t know where it all goes from there.  Anyway, John’s blog entry is about a man who killed a child in an accident.  He says of course he would undo that if he could, but he acknowledges that even such awful experiences can change us for the better. I totally get that.” 

NOTE: These are headcanons that we as a network came up with together are from our Discord #headcanons channel, recorded here as written by us in the chat, which is why they may sound more like chats/conversations than headcanons as headcanons are typically written. Check out our other headcanons here!
  • 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

i just had to open all of my windows, light 3 candles, and dig out a small bottle of godawful aerosolized bath and body works room spray i’d received as a gift and held onto solely for just such an occasion, and deploy it like a grenade out into the hallway because i swear to god i thought a 6-foot-diameter shit pipe had burst and was flooding the entire floor with a heated river of raw sewage

someone nearby is cooking rotting eggs dipped in boiled diarrhea 

i know i’ve complained about this before but i have never in my entire life, including the time i had to spend the day with my uncle who managed a waste treatment plant, smelled anything this bracing and sulfuric and fecal and it’s so bad that it’s EATING THROUGH THE CLOYING ARTIFICIAL ROOM SPRAY

HELP