i want to go clubbing with them

Some Pidge Headcanons

- Pidge is the kind of person who would rather try to find a free version of a program instead of actually paying for a program

    - Either that or she just makes her own program

         - Everyone would go to her so she could get them free stuff

- When she’s bored she just makes a fake profile on stuff like club penguin and neopets and just dick around with the system and trolls people

       - She’s been banned like 57 times on club penguin ALONE but she just works her way around the system

- Her interest in tech stemmed from wanting something on her computer but she can’t access it yet

        - “Dad, why can’t I find out what NASA is hiding from us?” “It all in their files, it’s confidential” “Oh really >:3c”

- Gaming becomes one of her favorite things, she was always interested in how it works

         - The main reason her sleep schedule is so messed up

- The relationship between her and Matt is like “I’m gonna call u an asshole and put pink hair dye in ur shampoo but I still love u with all my heart”

     - She’s definitely the kind of sister who comes in, leaves the door open and walks away

- Pranks are her thing, don’t mess w/ her

    - They’re always super elaborate and well-planned and she never gets caught

- She always secretly wanted shorter hair bc she didn’t want to deal with it

      - But people always used to say she looked like Matt so she didn’t want them to look even MORE alike

- Her interest in aliens and conspiracy theories started as a joke but then she fell down the rabbit hole

    - She saw all the evidence and people’s point of view and she was convinced that there were aliens out there and that the Zodiac Killer is Ted Cruz

              - You know alienmemes420? Yeah, that’s her on forums aggressively proving that her theory is right

                       - She actually came across Keith on one of these forums and even argued with him but she never knew his actual name

                                     - This skill actually came in handy because she was able to figure out the twist at the end of the season months before anyone else 

Would anyone be interested in a book club?

I see a lot of “I love reading, if only I had the time” posts going around in the studyblr community, and I’ve personally found:
(1) if you actually want to, it’s totally possible to set aside fifteen-twenty minutes to read every night no matter how busy you are (hint: efficiency, priorities, put your damn phone down) and 
(2) getting to discuss books with other enthusiastic people is a significant motivator in terms of making the time to read them.
Those things said: would any fellow study blogs be interested in doing a casual, once a month book club? Shoot me an ask or a message or a comment and if this generates interest I will set up a little poll thing and we can coordinate from there! 


They’ve been together for years but sometimes they meet up in a club, pretending they don’t know each other. Levi gets a lot of attention and Erwin marks his property, shows the crowds that Levi is his and his alone.

I’ve had this reference for a while and wanted to try out some new colours, a bit more pinky green this time and I’m a total slut for hair pulling. Also I haven’t done an eruri in a while, so here we go!

Patater Week Day 3 - Fake Dating ( Part 1/?)

Another partially complete one because this fic has decided it wants to be really long. Here’s like 4k though.


Kent looked up from his cocktail to see Jack looking at him with a frown on his face, various Falconers arrayed behind him and looking on curiously. Oh shit. He had been successfully avoiding Jack for months, and now he goes and picks the same goddamn bar after the game. Is this the universe telling him to stop drinking? Fuck you, universe.

“Jack,” he said evenly. There is an absolutely zero percent chance that Jack will believe him that this is just a coincidence, especially because none of his teammates are here. Sue him for wanting to have a quiet night. Next time he’d just go with them to the shitty club.

“Why are you here?” Jack said forbiddingly. “I thought I made myself clear—“

“Yeah, yeah, I got it, Zimms, you don’t want to see me.” He pushed back from the bar, mouth twisting bitterly, and abandoned his drink. “I’m not stalking you, promise.” He made a split-second, impulsive decision. “I’m here to see him.” He reached out and pulls in the nearest Falconer, not even looking at his face.

“You’re here to see…Tater?” Jack asked incredulously.

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I just wanted to make them spend time together and I can’t help my self thinking about this lmao Am I doing good???

I like to include Warren bc if I don’t I’ll be sad and no one want that(?)

Anyways the last two were posted before but I thinked that they would look great here so here ya’ go.

some stuff about having skinny friends as a fat girl:

  • my friend is a thin girl but she has a bigger butt/boobs and a small waist. this is what most men think of as “curvy” 
  • she thinks it’s quirky and okay to call herself fat in front of me as though she’s waiting for me to say “no you’re not. look how big i am compared to you”
  • whenever we go out, guys will always pick her out of the group and try to talk to her 
  • she doesn’t understand that this hurts me, it’s not that i want to be chased by men, it’s that i now know i’m not good enough. it’s like when you’re in gym class and you’re the last person to be picked into a group. that’s what it feels like
  • she doesn’t understand what its like to be a bigger girl when going to clubs or parties
  • she doesn’t understand why i don’t just talk to guys and dance with them like she does
  • it’s because; i’m not confident, i’m constantly being compared to her, i’m the duff to every guy there
  • she doesn’t understand what it’s like to be a fat girl in a world made for skinny girls.

As they were building that library in that school’s gym, they built a rehearsal space for us. It was really an empty room taped out with the same dimensions of the library. And they had the tables all there. And he [John Hughes] had us sitting at the same table. All of us. And I was like, “I don’t want to sit with them.” And he was like, “What do you mean?” And I go, “I do not want to sit with them, you know?” And he goes, “Where do you want to sit?” And I knew from the script that I come in after [Anthony] Michael [Hall], so I go, “Wherever he sits, that’s the seat I want.” And he smiled and he looked at Michael, and he went, “Is that okay with you?” Michael went, “Fine.” And [Hughes] just went, “Okay.” And then Ally [Sheedy] said, “I don’t want to sit with them.” And he went, “Where do you want to sit?” And she goes, “Way in the back.” He says, “Fine.” And Emilio says, “Well, I’ll sit with Molly.” And we were like, “Yeah, of course you will.” And the rehearsal had already begun.”  — Judd Nelson for A.V. Club (2016)

Accidents happen

Words: 3355
Joe Sugg x reader
warning: SMUT 

“That was such a good night” Caspar grins. 
“shall we keep it going for a while?” I ask holding two bottles of vodka, the boys grin. The boys being the buttercream squad- Joe, Casper, Oli, Josh, Conor, Jack and Mikey. I hung out with them a lot and tonight was no difference, we had been to a club. I think they only kept me around for when they wanted to escape a girl they’d signal me and I’d pretend to be their girlfriend and vice versa, it was a good deal. Nobody had brought a girl home tonight, a few kisses in the club but that’s all. 

“what’re you thinking?” Conor says wrapping his arm around my shoulder. 
“Never have I ever” I grin and they all smirk already making their way to the living room, we had all ended up back at the Maynard’s/Pieters. We all sit-down and I grab 8 shot glasses. I join them, sitting in between Mikey and Josh. “who’s first?” I ask, filling all the shot glasses and handing them out. Oli holds up his hand and we all wait for his question. 

“Never have I ever… had sex in a public place” he says. Jack, Joe and Conor take their shot. 
“wait, define ‘public’” I say
“where somebody could have seen you” I nod and then sheepishly take the shot making the boys all ‘ooh’ 

“okay, never have I ever done anal” Josh says taking his shot followed by Mikey, Jack and Caspar. They look at me and I shake my head. 

“never have I ever had a threesome” I say looking at the boys. Jack and Conor each take a shot and we all smirk. 
“it wasn’t with each other” Conor says, disgusted by our insinuation.

“never have I ever fucked against a washing machine” Jack says smirking at me. I blush as we both take a shot. They boys eyes widen and look at us waiting for us to tell them. 
“it was when we first met, we were drunk, fucked against his washing machine and we’ve never spoke about it since” I glare at Jack and they boys all holler patting Jack on the back who smirks and nudges my foot. 

“never have I ever fell in love” Caspar says circling the rim of his shot glass. Conor takes a shot and I think for a moment, taking a glance at Joe for a second before downing my shot. They all furrow their eyebrows at me, for the time I’ve hung out with them I haven’t had a steady boyfriend. 

“can we play truth or dare?” Oli whines. We all nod, thinking its a good idea, most of us completely drunk. “okay I’ll start, Caspar truth or dare?” 
“truth” he says starting off slow. 
“how many people have you slept with?” he says and Caspar’s face pales. 
“I actually don’t know” he mumbles and we cheer. 
“y/n, truth or dare” he huffs deflecting the attention. 
“truth” I say and they all get really sad. 
“who out of us, in this room, would you most like to fuck?” he smirks and they all lean closer, I blush and look around at them all then turning my attention to my skirt. 
“Joe” I mutter and they all scream and pat Joe. I blush harder and turn away. Mikey, sensing I don’t want to talk, takes over asking Joe a question. 
“joe, truth or dare” he asks louder over the boys laughter. 
“dare” he challenges. 
“I dare you to give let y/n give you a lap dance” he laughs clearly intoxicated. Joe looks at me for a second and I huff and nod standing up. Joe sits back on the couch and the boys look on with wide eyes. I go to straddle Joe but can’t. 
“I have a tight skirt on, I can’t” I sigh. 
“then take it off” Josh says and my eyes widen but after a quick shot of vodka I’m game, I remove the skirt leaving me in a very revealing crop top and my lacy knickers that barely leave anything to the imagination. Conor turns on a sexy song and I straddle Joe who bites his lip in anticipation. I grab his neck and start grinding on him, moving my hips to the beat. He gulps when I get off of him and turn around. He grabs my waist as I move my ass against him, I wink at the others who are gawping at the sight. I can feel Joe start to get quite hard underneath me and come to a halt when the song stops. Joe’s breathing is heavy and he rests his head against my shoulder as I continue straddling him. 

“wow” Jack sighs, the first to speak. I just giggle in response and climb off Joe, his hands dragging down my body. 
“I think that puts an end to the night” Josh smirks looking at Joe who hasn’t taken his eyes off of me. I blush and reach for my skirt but I’m picked up by Joe, my legs around his waist. He starts carrying me towards the guest bedroom and I squeal. 
“at least someones getting laid tonight” I hear Conor huff. Joe shuts the door with his foot and collapses on the bed on top of me. He makes quick work of removing our clothes and guiding himself into me. I moan.

“fuck Joe” I whimper. He grunts as he pounds into me, the sounds of our sweaty skin slapping together only turning me on more. 
“oh my god” I screech. “Joe Fuuuuck” I yell.
“come on baby, let the boys know you’re mine” he growls. I moan louder. 
“fuck Joe, fuck me. You’re so big, harder - oh fuuuuuuck” I scream as I cum. He cums too and drops to the side of me. He’s breathing heavily and pulls me closer. We get our breathing in tact and stay cuddling as our breathing starts to even out. I think Joe is asleep so I start talking. 

“i hope you don’t regret this in the morning, because in the game, it’s you who I’m in love with. I wish I could tell you when we’re awake and sober but I’d fuck everything up” I sigh tracing Joe’s abs. “night Joe” I whisper snuggling closer to his body and eventually falling asleep. 

I wake up in the morning to an empty bed and frown. I hear the boys laughing and joking in the kitchen, the faint smell of pancakes and I grin. I stand up but immediately fall to the floor. I squeal and hear footsteps running towards the room. 
“y/n, you okay?” I hear someone shout. 
“Jack?” I ask. 
“yeah” he shouts back. 
“are you alone?” I shout a little quieter. 
“yeah” he confirms. 
“come in and close the door” I say gathering the blanket from the bed to wrap around myself. He slips through the door and closes the door. 
“why are you on the floor?” he asks confused. I blush furiously. 
“I can’t walk” I grit and he bursts out laughing. I huff and cross my arms. “help me” I cry. He stops laughing and crouches down next to me grabbing my waist. He helps to redress me and hands me a pair of joggers as I’d left my skirt out in the living room. 

“can you carry me to the kitchen please?” I pout and he snorts turning around so I can jump on his back. 
“Joe really gave you a run for your money huh? was it that good when I fucked you?” he asks. I peck his cheek. 
“of course it was” I tease. 
“hey I could leave you right here and make you crawl, letting the boys know you’re practically paralyzed” he stops walking and in response I wrap my legs tighter around him. He rolls his eyes and takes me to the kitchen, setting me on a chair. I eat in silence while the boys laugh and joke about the events of last night.  

“you were a nice surprise y/n” Caspar says with a grin and I grin sarcastically eating more cereal. I glance at Joe to see him eating his breakfast in silence, completely ignoring me. I frown and look away. I decide its time I leave so I try and stand up but fall, Josh being there to catch me. 
“woah, you okay?” he asks concerned. I look at Jack and he smirks, holding his hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter. I nod with an awkward smile and shuffle away to grab my phone, skirt and jacket. I hear the boys whispering behind me. 

“why is she walking like that is she ok?” Mikey asks. I hear Jack laugh and close my eyes, preparing for him to tell them and for their laughter. 
“Joe fucked her so hard she can’t walk” he whispers. They all laugh and congratulate Joe. I quickly grab my stuff and take one last glance at Joe, wiping away my tears before leaving. 

It had been about a month since then and I was throwing up into the toilet for the second time that day. I huff and grab my phone ringing zoe. 
“hello” she answers. 
“Hi Zoe, is it still alright for me to come over tonight, I know I said I was busy but I really need to see you girls” I whimper. I hear her shuffle, probably sitting up. 
“yeah, are you ok?” she asks concerned. I sniffle. 
“I’ll tell you when I get there” I say and she sighs. 
“see you later” 
“bye Zo” I mutter hanging up the phone. I grab a bag and pack my pj’s and clothes for tomorrow along with other random things- toothbrush, charger, hairbrush etc. I book a train down to Brighton and also an uber. It arrives in no time and I head to the train station. The train ride isn’t very long, only an hour. I get a taxi to Zoe’s house and in no time I’m knocking on the door. 

“hey” Zoe squeals wrapping me in a hug. She ushers me inside and into the living room where Tan and Nim’s are laying down. They jump up and hug me, I hug them back tightly. 
“what’s up, you didn’t sound too good on the phone” Zoe asks sitting me down on the couch. I got to start talking but I can’t speak, I just start sobbing, the girls looking at each other panicked. 
“Babe just breathe, take your time” Tan soothes trying to get me to calm down. It works and my breathing returns to normal, the occasional hiccup interrupting my speech. 
“now what’s up?” Nim asks. 
“I think I’m pregnant” I mutter but they all hear me. 
“what? why? how? with who?”Tan exclaims. I sigh. 
“yeah, I had a one night stand about a month ago, I’ve been throwing up for the past week and I’m late on my period” I cry. 
“who was he?” Nim’s asks. 
“uhm you know him, he left right before I woke up, after I told him I loved him the night before” I sob. Zoe looks at me sternly wiping my tears away. 
“who is it?” she asks. 
“Joe” I whimper and they gasp. “I know, it’s bad, I don’t know what I was thinking” I sigh. 
“he left you?” Zoe fumes. 
“I mean technically, we were drunk and we were in Jack’s, I got dared to give him a lap dance and then he took me into the guest room, he left me in the bed and we haven’t spoken properly since” I murmur. They are too shocked to speak. 

“when you say you told him you loved hm what to you mean?” Naomi questions. 
“we we’re cuddling… afterward” I make hand gestures and they nod trying not to laugh ”and I thought he was asleep, so I started talking but I guess he wasn’t asleep” I huff. Zoe rubs my arm. 

“come on” Tan exclaims standing up.
“where are we going” I sigh. 
“to get a pregnancy test” she says. I huff and stand up following them into Zoe’s car, Naomi and I go into the shop while the other two wait in the car. We awkwardly purchase the pregnancy test, nearly making it out of the shop without running into fans, but as we’re leaving we hear squeals and turn around, I drop the test and my eyes widen as the fans, who have their cameras out, look at what I drop and scream excitedly. We ignore all questions about the test, taking pictures with them and hurrying back to the car. Zoe belts it back to the house and we all scurry tp the bathroom. They leave me while I do my business but then all sit around it waiting for it to change. After 3 minutes the alarm on Zoe’s phone go off and we all reach for the test. I grab it and look at it, my hand flying to my mouth and tears rushing to the surface. Zoe grabs it out of my hands and squeals. 

“I’m going to have a niece or nephew” she jumps up cheering. I choke back and sob shaking my head. 
“no, Zoe this isn’t good” I cry and she stops jumping around bending down to my height. “he doesn’t want me Zo, he’s not going to want this kid! and if he does he’ll force himself to be with me for the baby because he’s a good guy, I’m going to ruin his life, Zoe this isn’t good. He’ll hate me” I sob falling to my knees on the floor. The girls crowd around me giving me a group hug. 
“he’ll never hate you and he won’t force himself, he’ll be with you because he wants to” Tan ensures me. They continue to soothe me as we cuddle on the couch with lots of food and movies. I don’t know about the girls but I end u falling asleep on the couch. 

I’m woken up by Alfie who gives me a sad smile. 
“hey butternut” he says, saying my nickname. 
“hey, you heard huh?” I sigh. He nods. 
“Zoe told me, I found the test on the table, don’t be mad at her.” he explains. 
“I’m not mad” I giggle. “relieved I don’t have to tell you myself actually” I snort. He looks at me seriously. 
“he loves you, whatever you think you’re wrong. He loves you and he’ll love this baby” he grabs my cheeks and I bite my lip trying not to cry. He sighs pulling me into a hug. We stand up. 
“thanks Alfie” I mutter and he pecks my forehead. We head into the kitchen where the girls are cooking breakfast. They smile when they see me. 
“you want some bacon?” Zoe chirps. 
“ohh yeah-” I start but then catch a whiff of it and run to the bathroom, throwing up everything in my stomach. I feel Nim’s hands rubbing my back and when I’m finished she hands me my toothbrush. I smile appreciatively and brush my teeth before joining the others. 

“uh, I actually need to get home. I have a meeting later, that I’ll probably cancel anyway but…” I giggle and they smile. I get dressed and join them at the door. I say bye to Alfie and the girls jump in the car driving me to the train station. We all step out and they even walk me to the gate, they wait until the train is about to pull up to give me hugs and comforting words. I get on the train and wave to them. Being alone for an entire hour isnt ideal but here I am. About 15 minutes before we get back to London I get a call from Jack. 

“Hey” I chirp trying to sound hapy. 
“Hi where are you?” he asks. 
“uh on a train?” I reply. confused. 
“where have you been?” 
“Brighton with the girls, Jack why are you asking so many questions?” I sigh knowing something was up and that I’ll have to deal with it. 
“we’re in your apartment and your not so we got a bit worried” he huffs. 
“we?” I cringe. 
“buttercream” he mumbles, as that’s what they fans called them. I exhale loudly. 
“okay, I’m just pulling up to the station, I’ll get a taxi and be there in ten?” I mutter. I hear him hum on the other end. 
“okie doke, bye” he calls. 
“byee” I murmur rolling my eyes and hanging up. 

The ride to my apartment is very long, if the buttercream squads there that includes Joe. I unlock the door to my flat and see them all lounging on my couch eating food. 
“uhm hey?” I say sarcastically. “no really make yourself right at home” I mumble putting my keys on the counter and pulling my jacket off, dropping my bag by the stairs. They are all silently staring at me and I huff having had enough of it. 
“Why are you all here?” I exclaim. 
“well, we seen this picture on twitter and wondered what was going on?” Conor sighs showing me a quad image of Nim and I in the shop, both of us very flustered and a close up of the pregnancy test. My face pales and my throat dries up. They raise their eyebrows and take my silence as a confirmation. 

“how far along?” Caspar asks. I twiddle my fingers a little. 
“uhm about a month” I reply with a nod. I see Joe’s head snap up out of the corner of my eye and gulp. 
“do you know who’s it is?” Joe asks quietly and I frown. 
“of course I do, I’m not a slut” I bite back, Joe gulps. 
“do we know him?” Josh asks. I nod again turning to face Joe. The other realize and slowly start to leave. 
“you left me” I whisper and he looks at me guiltily. 
“I didn’t want you to panic being sober and realizing what we did” he mutters. 
“You heard me, I know you did. You know I love you, why would you do that?” I spit. 
“I just thought you were drunk” he sighs. 
“and then on top of that you ignore me for a month” I cry. 
“yeah I know I did, I didn’t mean to but I’ve thought a lot this month, after not talking to you it made me realize how much I love you” he breathes stepping closer. My eyes widen and I don’t have any time to think before his body is trapping mine against the counter and his lips are moving feverishly against mine. He pulls away and puts his hands on my stomach. 
“are you really pregnant?” he whispers. I nod. 
“are you mad?” I mumble, he shakes his head. 
“I mean I’m a little disappointed, I still like going out clubbing with the boys but I could never ask for anything better, having a baby- babies- with you is all I want, accidents happen but they’re not all bad” he sighs moving his hands from my stomach to my hips 
“well you still can do them things, but you’ll have to come home to me and a little baby, are you sure that’s what you want?” I ask, nervous for his answer. 
“hooking up and that’s fun, but it can’t beat coming home to you, and anyway why look for somebody else in a club when I have you. I’m going to be the best damn dad I can be” he mutters pulling me close. He kisses me again and its I who pulls away this time. 
“Zoe’s excited to be an aunt” I giggle. 
“Zoe knew before me” he pouts. I nod and peck his lips making him smile. 

“I really do love you” he whispers. 
“I love you to” 

hate me

Originally posted by nctinfo

◇ “Scream. Run. Cry - say you hate me-”

◇ Johnny x reader

◇ vampire!au / 1920s!au

◇ requested by anon; in honor of sm finally letting my baby johnny out of the dungeon can i get a johnny vampire au?

◇ asddfhjsj I have no idea if you wanted a bulletpoint au or a scenario so I went with the safe decision and just did a scenario :( if anyone wants bulletpoint aus just remember to tell me that!

◇ fourteen minutes past my bedtime absolute Disgrace


You had only been with him for a few months, and already you couldn’t imagine life without him.

Picture this: a shy girl — you —, arms hugging herself as she walks in the freezing cold with a group of giggling witches towards a club those same witches have persuaded her to go to. You had only known them for a few weeks and you were already being pushed out of your comfort zone, but your mother encouraged you to go out and have fun, so…

It’s hidden under a liquor shop and you’ve never heard of it but your new friends swear that it’s the bee’s knees, and the best supernatural place to be — which doesn’t mean much to you, because you’re human, and if anything it increases your nerves tenfold — so once they’ve dressed you up in clothes and makeup that you’d never bothered to try on before, they’re so eager to get there that they walk in the freezing cold — at 10PM.

They seem to ignore you as one whispers a password into a little slot in the metal door in front of you. The entrance is located at the bottom of an outdoor stairwell, and with your lack of coat you were shivering impatiently in seconds, tapping your foot as you wait for the man behind the metal door to unlock it and let you in.

You barely registered Wendy squealing excitedly, voice increasing in volume as music began to introduce itself to your ears. “Welcome to Hell!”

You were instantly taken aback by the sheer fanciness of the venue that you step into; it gave off a warm glow with red and gold furniture and soft light from the lamps placed around the room. Booths of red suede and dark wood tables were placed here and there, and although there was one main floor, there was another raised area where more tables were situated.

A stage lays on the lower area, pushed against the furthest wall and was currently inhabited by a beautiful woman who’s voice ws almost as sweet and smooth as honey. It was almost otherworldly — actually, it was —, and if it weren’t for your friends pulling you along to a nearby booth, you would’ve ran to join the people dancing in front of it, even though it was completely uncharacteristic of you to do so.

“Pretty nice, huh?” Irene smiled, watching your fascination fondly. You nod, a smile on your face as your friends began to decide on what drinks they wanted. “We come here all the time. It’s pretty… secretive, so make sure you don’t let it loose, ‘kay?”

“Of course,” you breathed. You’d be stupid if you passed out the info on this hidden gem — nobody needed to know about the active supernatural community in Chicago, or all hell would break loose.

You couldn’t stop taking in everything around you; from the golden bar loaded with expensive bottles behind it, to the dancing people, to the amazing, sultry music — and then, your eyes drifted over to the corner of the room, up on the raised platform. There sat a group of men, all handsome and most with a cigar in their mouth and a woman under their arms. They were surrounded by cigar smoke and alcohol and they looked extremely dangerous but for some reason, you couldn’t look away — especially when you realise that you had stopped on the figure of a tall, brunette man who was already gazing back at you.

“_____,” Joy whispered urgently, following your eyes to the group of men and her own widening when she realised what you were watching. Her hand encased your wrist and at her desperate tugs you found the strength to break your eye contact. “_____, don’t look at them. It’s better if you just ignore their presence completely.”

“Why?” You frowned, voice quiet, as if they could hear you — but you weren’t taking that chance, not in this place. “W-who are they?”

“They’re called NCT,” Wendy interrupted quietly, eyes flickering behind you. “Vampires. Very powerful, very dangerous, best to be avoided — okay?”

Although you were no stranger to the world of the supernatural, you weren’t good at matching faces to names and honestly, if you had to guess what that group of good-looking men were, you would have thought that they were Fae — entrancing, ethereal, hypnotic, garnering everyone’s attention with little to no effort.

You felt guilty at the rush of exhilaration coursing through your veins, because you could most definitely feel eyes burning into your back and your mind was still focused on that mysterious brunette, but you exhaled, a smile pulling at your features. “Okay.”

There was almost a collective sigh of relief, and although the question of what those men had done to get people to fear them so much plagued your mind, you were quickly thrown into conversation when Yeri suggested that you and her go and get the drinks at the bar — the two youngest, she had said. And you couldn’t argue with that.

You were much too aware that he was still watching you as you and Yeri slip out of the booth and make the short journey to the bar, where two man with wands were whizzing up drinks at the speed of light.

“Um, one Mediterranean Depth, two Faery Rings, two Scarlet Hearts and…” Yeri trailed off, her eyes drifting to you uncertainly, and you immediately felt sick at the attention placed on you. You had no idea what half of the things she listed were — hell, you barely had any knowledge on mortal alcohol!

“U-uh,” you gulped, looking at Yeri desperately, “I’ll have—”

“She’ll have a Mortal Lifespan, Zelo,” a voice rumbled from behind you. You didn’t even have to turn to know who it was, and you’re shocked by the clammy feeling of your hands and the loud thumping of your heart. Yeri’s eyes were wide and she wasn’t discrete with her fearful staring, and everyone could see how she grasped your wrist and tugged you towards her.

He stepped beside you, though, and the ability to see him up close had you breathless. His hair was fluffy and longer than most of the men present, who wore their hair short and slicked back. Tan skin, a strong jawline, tall and thin, dressed in dress pants and a button up and his eyes, his eyes, they looked like pools of swirling dark brown, infinite and filled with flickers of golden amber and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring—

“Fitting, isn’t it?” He rose an eyebrow, eyes not even stuttering towards Yeri. His attention was focused solely on you. “Not many mortals come to Hell.”

You had no idea what to say. Your throat felt like it was closing up at the idea of speaking to Tall, Dark and Handsome, but he only seemed to think your behaviour was cute — your cheeks were burning when you heard a chuckle escape him.

“How is it?” He asked carefully when ‘Zelo’ passed you a short glass of dark purple iridescent liquid. You took a hesitant sip, ignoring Yeri’s desperate eyes as you let the strange flavour drift over your tongue and burn down your throat.

“It’s nice,” you answered, a shy smile appearing on your face. Your eyes flickered between his own and the glass in your hand. “Tastes like… blueberries.”

“Somethin’ told me you’d like it,” he grinned, before he stuck out a hand. “I’m Johnny, doll.”

Yeri was practically shooting daggers into your back, but as if you were compelled, you let your hand slip into his, smile growing as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “_____.”

“_____, the others are waiting for us,” Yeri interrupted, but she wasn’t looking at you, only at Johnny. It was the most serious you had seen the usually bubbly girl. “We should go…”

“Well, surely, your friends wouldn’t mind if I stole this lovely lady for a dance?” Johnny inquired charmingly, his eyes floating from Yeri to you. “That is, if you want to, _____.”

Wendy’s words from earlier were suddenly very prevalent in your mind, and you felt as if you were caught between a rock and a hard place. You wanted to dance with him, so very badly — but your friends were adamant that you stayed away from him.

And maybe they would absolutely loath you after this — maybe they would call you an idiot, a stupid, brainless girl… But he was smiling so hopefully at you and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him down. You didn’t think you wanted to, anyway.

“I… I’d very much like that.” Yeri was gaping by that point.

But you both payed her no mind, and your drink was placed back on the bar as he intertwined your fingers and led you to a spot in front of the stage, amongst other couples and groups. A slower, jazzier song had begun to play, and the singing had managed to get even more smooth, more seductive, more romantic.

“So,” Johnny murmured when you got into a nice rhythm. His hands were low on your waist and yours were placed on his shoulders, and strangely, you didn’t mind the close proximity of your faces. If anything, it made you want to close the distance… “I meant what I said earlier, you know. Not many mortals come to Hell.”

“Well I’ll have you know, Mr. Johnny,” you began quietly, playfulness seeping into your tone of voice, “I’m not like most mortals.”

“You sure aren’t.”

And he spun and dipped you, and you hoped vampires didn’t have terribly good hearing, because the amount your heart rate sped up was embarrassing.


Months had passed since the faithful night in which you were introduced to Johnny Seo — and you were thankful to say that you didn’t regret your decision to dance with him one bit.

Your loss of friendship with the Red Velvet Coven of Witches had been disappointing at first — they wouldn’t meet your eyes, and when they did you were on the receiving end of nasty glares — but you quickly realised that your friendship hadn’t been very strong, anyway, and you were better off not being friends with people as immature as they were.

Besides, you had made new friends. Not only had Johnny’s brothers welcome you with open arms, their friends and beaus were more than happy to make you feel at home. It was strange to think that the people you were closest to were mere strangers to you only a few months ago.

Things with Johnny were going swell. Even thinking about him had you positively glowing, but you were proud to admit that. It wasn’t hard to like him, in all honesty. With his charisma and humour and sweet personality and his protectiveness — you had really scored a goal this time. And, for once, you thought he liked you back.

You danced, you talked about things you had never talked about when the night blurred into early morning… He more often than not referred to you as his beau, his girl, his sweetheart — and even though you never confirmed anything, you thought it was safe to say that the feelings were mutual.

Which brings you to this moment. In Hell, with Nina’s smooth voice drifting over the pair of you like a warm blanket. The golden light cast upon your skin reminded him of the sun, and he knew that to him, you were just as important.

He held you in his arms like you were priceless, like he had to protect you. You didn’t know what had changed in him that night, but he seemed different — more open with his affections, for one. You had forehead kisses many a time that night, your fingers interlinked, his thumb rubbing circles against your cheek fondly; you were not one to complain, though.

“Did the Red Velvet ever explain much to you about vampires?” The peaceful silence between you broke the second the words exited his mouth, but you found them much more relaxing than the silent stillness.

“Not much,” you shrugged, lifting your head from his chest to meet his eyes. “Why? Is there something you want me to know, Seo?”

Johnny chuckled warmly, but he didn’t answer you, at least not immediately. He spun you gently, admiring the swish of your dress with every step you took, and then he pulled you as close as possible. “I just feel — as your personal vampire archive — that I should be educating you, baby.”

You giggled at his words, but rolled your eyes anyway: “Tell me something I don’t know, then.”

“Well,” he exhaled, biting his lip and throwing his eyes the the ceiling, as if he was thinking hard, “Maybe the most important thing to know — we drink blood—”

“How stupid do you think I am?” You snorted lightly, pushing his shoulder when he laughed at your reaction. “Come on — tell me something new, something interesting.”

“Okay,” he finally agreed, his playful smile melting down to a more sombre and serious expression. “So, vampires — they mate for life.”

“You gonna elaborate?” You tease.

“I’m getting to it — be patient, would you?” He clears his throat. “A vampire’s mate is picked from the moment they’re born or created. It’s like… the universe knows who will compliment them as a person, and a vampire knows exactly who their mate is just from being in the same room. You can smell them, you know — and like I said, vampires mate for life. Being away from your mate for too long can make you sick, it can make you hallucinate… You can only get rid of them if you reject your mate.”

“So you have a mate out there somewhere, huh?” You echoed, trying to not let the disheartening stone of sadness in your stomach show in your facial expression or voice.

“Somethin’ like that.”

He watched you carefully, scoping your reaction and registering every flicker of your eyes to the floor, every uncertain bite of your lips.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Johnny continued slowly, and your head lowers. You expected the worst: he found his mate, and now you couldn’t be together. He’d go off and be happy with someone the bloody universe had picked for him…

“You… You’re mine, doll.”

You remember that moment perfectly; your head snapped up, your eyes were wide, and you stared at Johnny for a good 5 minutes before you found the strength within yourself to speak — and when you did… “Y-You — and me?”

“Not too disappointed, I hope?” He raised an eyebrow as your expression changed in seconds from shocked to confused to happy, eyes glassy and lips pulled tight in the most genuine smile you had ever managed to pull off.

“The exact opposite!” You cried, arms abandoning their places on his shoulders and winding around his neck. He gladly accepted your embrace, burying his head in the crook of your neck, and all he could think in that moment was how complete he felt.


“Heard you and Johnny were official,” the voice that is directed at you startles you, and if it were not for your strong grip on your bookshelf, you surely would’ve toppled over.

You peer down from the ladder you were propped up on, and to your utmost surprise you see Yeri. You haven’t spoken in months, and the confusion must show on your face. She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and looking away from you.

“Just wanted to make sure you were still alive.”

You figure that with a conversation starter like that, you’d want to have your attention fully invested, so in secinds you’ve climbed down the ladder and are facing Yeri with narrow eyes and furrowed brows.

“You haven’t spoken to me in months,” you begin uncertainly, “Why now?”

“Look, ____,” Yeri sighed, “You’re new to this, okay? You’re human, too. You don’t know how dangerous they are. You’re going to get yourself hurt—”

“I appreciate your advice, but I suggest you leave,” you interrupt coldly. How stupid were you? Of course she would only speak to you when it concerned Johnny. “Johnny is on his way to meet me, and I doubt you’d like to see him face to face again.”

You climb up your ladder once again, and even though you’re browsing through the books, you can tell that the concern on Yeri’s face is genuine and it makes you more curious than scared. What grudge did the Red Velvet Coven of Witches have against NCT?

Yeri leaves after a few seconds of shaking her head at your stubborn nature, but you stay in your position, waiting for your mate to arrive. But day transitions to night, and Johnny Seo is nowhere to be found.

The library closes at 7 and you must look like an idiot, insisting that you’re waiting for someone and that he’d be there any minute. In the end, you’re forced outside and into the cold, but still, you persevere, sitting on the cold library steps. It’s chilly outside and you forgot a coat, but you can’t leave until he arrives and you get an explanation…

Shock rises through your body when a coat is dropped onto your shoulders, but the hope blossoming in your chest is flattened like a garden weed when you peer up and see Yeri looking down at you pitifully.

“We gotta get you home, _____.”

“He never skips out,” you croak, hugging the coat closer to yourself. But suddenly the realisation is more noticeable than ever and you feel your eyes prick with tears. “W-why would he skip out on me?”

She says nothing, and only offers you a warm hand up.


The symptoms come in slowly, almost unnoticeable. With every day that Johnny remains missing from your life, your condition worsens; at first, you begin to get headaches. Then, random pangs of pain throughout your body. Your eyesight goes fuzzy for random intervals of time, after, and dizziness follows.

You know that you’re not the only person experiencing the symptoms. Johnny must be feeling something — so why wasn’t he coming back to you? Had something happened? Or maybe — maybe he just regretted you…

Your ribs begin to ache. Every morning and night you throw up what little food you managed to digest during the last 24 hours, and you constantly feel nauseous. You began to see him everywhere — you began to hear his voice, and you could almost feel his thumb against your cheek, rubbing circles into your skin fondly as he normally did.

You’ve called out sick from work for the past 2 weeks, and you were sure your unemployment was imminent — and it was hard nowadays to find a job. And when you think it can’t get worse, it does — oh, it does.

Another scream is ripped from your throat as a sharp pain strikes your stomach like a lightning bolt. Your body is sweaty and tired, your head is pounding and tears are running nonstop down your face. The pain is unreal, but you’re glad that you’re not alone.

“It hurts, it hurts,” you gasp between breaths, clutching your stomach desperately. Yeri is brushing damp hair away from your face frantically, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glassy as you writhe in pain.

Since that day at the library, she had managed to worm herself back into your life, offering emotional support — and, when the pain began sneaking up on you — physical support, too.

You were completely in her debt for the friendship and care and support she had provided for you in your time of need. You could barely walk without collapsing but she was always quick to pick you up despite warning you to stay away from the man who caused this — she told you that you’d get hurt.

You never knew why she decided to stick around despite your blatant disobedience to her extremely important instructions, but you wouldn’t trade her for anything.

At first, she didn’t realise that your sickness was occuring because of the mate bond — but the second that she took out her spellbooks and researched your symptoms, she knew. Sympathy had filled her features, because she knew what pain was to come if Johnny didn’t come back to you. She had pet your hair fondly, voice thick with tears as she whispered, “Oh, sweetie.”

Needless to say, you had bonded with her in between the intervals of spine-breaking pain and tortuous breathlessness.

She had proposed that instead of you breaking your back trying to find Johnny, her coven sisters would search around the places he frequented at — because Johnny would surely smell you coming, and he’d be gone like the wind.

You pretended that the thought of seeing him, despite the pain he’d caused, didn’t make your heart skip a beat.

A choked whimper fills the air, your back arches off of your mattress and you have to restrain yourself from digging your fingernails into your ribcage in an attempt to stop the pain crackling through your lungs like a dozen sharp knives.

“Please,” you sob, “S-stop the pain… Please, Yeri—”

“Wendy is trying to find him, _____,” Yeri nods frantically, taking your hands in hers, “It’s okay, alright? Your body is just reacting to not being near him for so long — you’re gonna be fine, do you hear me?”

Her words do nothing to soothe the anxiety that wells up inside you as you feel the beginning of another wave of powerful pain — but this one is much more intense and scream-inducing than the other ones, and your body has grown weak and frail from hours of trying to not succumb to the excruciating sensations—

The last thing you hear is a panicked gasp as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your vision blackens.


The first feeling you’re aware of is the strange numbness of pain — as if everything you had been feeling had been doused in antibiotics and ointments that were only taking effect now.

The second feeling is warmth. There’s a heaviness over the majority of your body that you identify as your duvet, and a general warmth that you figure must be the sun shining through your window, but the more prominent source comes from something beside you — something breathing, something holding you close.

It’s that realisation that has your eyes fluttering opening, trying to adjust to the light in record time just to make sure that the person beside you is the person you’ve been longing for. And sure enough, when you stir and peer through your lashes at the man beside you, you’re faced with the familiar coffee eyes of Johnny Seo.

“Baby,” he smiles gently, adjusting you so that you faced him properly despite your expression of tired confusion. “How’re you feeling?”

“How… how am I feeling?” You croak, clearing out your throat with a cough. He nods expectantly, eyes almost urging you to speak, and the sheer concern in his eyes makes you laugh humorlessly. “I… I feel horrible.”

“The pain should be going down by now—”

“You left me,” you start, voice shaking with anger, “After explaining to me how severe the consequences of leaving your mate could be — you left me? You knew what I was going through but Yeri had to get her sisters to hunt you down—!”

“You don’t understand, doll—”

“Yeah, damn right I don’t,” you scoff, pulling yourself from his embrace and slipping from the sanctuary of your bed. You pull the dressing gown from your wardrobe, muttering to yourself furiously as you tie it around your waist — “And don’t call me doll, either.”

“Come on,” Johnny pleads, watching as you begin to fish for a hair tie on the messy surface of your vanity, “Don’t be like this, sweetcheeks—”

“Unless you have a perfectly good reason for why you left me out of the blue, Johnny Seo,” you narrow your eyes, “I’m going to continue being like this.” You turn your back to him and begin to focus on tying your hair up.

“I went to the library that day, you know.”

“Well, did I see you? No.”

“I heard you and Yeri, alright?” Johnny snaps.

You slow your actions, turning towards him slightly. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“It got me thinking,” he mutters, and you raise an eyebrow in confusion. He only exhales softly, climbing out of your bed and circling around it until he stands in front you. “I don’t want to hurt you, _____.”

“Hurt me?” You echo in disbelief, folding your arms. “You’re not going to hurt me, Johnny. I know that. I’m not scared of you or what you can do—”

“You should be.” His jaw is clenched, and in the next second, before your very eyes, you’re pushed away from your vanity and are pressed against the opposite wall — and despite his actions, he’s extremely careful with pushing you against the wall too hard.

He’s breathing heavily, and with a start you realise that two shiny, gleaming white fangs are pressed into his bottom lip. Despite the fact that he’s so close, fangs inches from your jugular, you don’t feel nervous.

“Scream. Run. Cry — say you hate me—”

“I’m not going to do that!” You exclaim. In fact, you don’t think you could ever do that. Even thinking of the words forming on the tip of your tongue left a sour taste in your mouth. “You want me to hate you but I won’t — I never have and I never will!”

Silence reigns over the room for the next moment, before he pushes himself away from you with a grunt, running his hands through his messy locks.

“I don’t know where this doubt is coming from,” you frown, easing closer towards him, “But you have nothing to worry about…”

You place your hands hesitantly on his triceps, and taking his silence as approval, you encase him in a hug, letting his chin rest softly on the top of your head.

“I trust you,” you whisper, pulling back to meet his overcast eyes. “Can’t you trust me and listen to what I’m saying?”

He holds your gaze for more than a while, his eyebrows are knitted together and he looks like he’s thinking much too hard about your statement, until he sighs and takes your hands in his.

“If you want to leave me, tell me now,” he begins quietly. Your heart sinks at the pure seriousness in his voice. It’s a tone you’re not too familiar with. “I’ll reject you, you can live a normal, full, human life.”

“You told me just a few weeks ago vampires mate for life,” you shake your head, your right hand pressing against the back of his neck to draw him closer to you. “I’m not going anywhere, Johnny.”

You swear you hear him sniffle a bit but he’s pressing his lips to yours before you can point it out, and the warmth that wells in your stomach is welcomed after the pain you had been living in for the passed day.

anonymous asked:

RFA + Going clubbing with MC? MC wears a classy af oufit, reactions? What do RFA members wear? It turns out MC is a GREAT dancer, reactions? What about when other guys/ladies approach MC wanting to dance or buy them drinks?

Haha I don’t know what one wears to a club, so I just YOLOed. 


  • he’s only been to a club ONCE with a party club he joined at school
    • yoosung got piss drunk and ended up staying at a friend’s house
  • and he knows you have never been to one
  • but you walk out with a sweet, classy dress and he’s blushing like crazy
  • “Hon’! Where have you been hiding that dress?”
  • he feels so underdressed because this nugget is wearing a plain shirt and jeans with a jacket
    • keeps his jacket because he wants to give it to you on the way home 
  • you find out you actually BELONG at a club
  • you drag Yoosung on the dancefloor and he’s so shocked how good you are
    • whereas he’s too stiff
  • when you two get a little tired, the dancefloor switches to a booth in a corner
  • uh Yoosung that’s vodk–Ooookay you’re taking shots…
  • starts to get tipsy and you just enjoy his ramblings
  • guys don’t see Yoosung as a challenge so they approach you like he doesn’t exist
    • if anything they think HE’S bothering YOU
  • he just stops talking and does this death stare with his arm on your shoulder
  • they get your his and leave you two alone
  • when WOMEN approach you, he gets so shy
  • “N-No…she’s…she’s… m-my….errmmmmmmmmmm”
  • on the cab ride home, he gives you his jacket and collapses his head on your lap


  • she was the one who actually picked the dress out for you when you two went shopping
  • but is just in awe when you had your hair and makeup done WITH THE DRESS ON
    • Baehee like VERY much!!!!!!! 
  • she wears a sensible dress that allows her mobility
  • she tries to dance but it’s sort of not her thing
    • but you’re SO good at it
  • you have to guide her through your moves until she feels comfortable
  • it’s one of those nights where you two are tired quickly so you sit at the bar for a glass of wine
  • guys that approach you think she’s your friend
  • Jaehee politely tells them that she’s with you and you were just resting your feet
  • some understand and walk away, one or two are very persistent
  • all Jaehee had to do is get up from her seat while cracking her knuckles before they run off
  • on the upside, both of you get free drinks for the night
  • the girls that approach you, actually make her feel jealous
  • because you’re talking back with them
  • but they always leave
  • at least THEY could tell you two were a couple
  • your clubbing date ends pretty early and you two are in bed a little after midnight


  • gawks at your dress with those damn peepers
  • “Oh babe~you don’t know what you’re doing to me with that dress”
  • he wears a white button up and black trousers
  • Zen is a really good dancer too so you become the power couple on the dance floor
  • some of Zen’s fangirls are there
  • while he politely declines their offers to dance with them
  • he sees you have a few fans of your own who wanted to buy you drinks and dance with you
  • cue protective Zen
  • he never leaves your side and no guy goes near you the rest of the night
  • narcissistic Zen thinks any girl that approaches you two is for him
  • but is taken aback when they start flirting with YOU
  • cue protective Zen
  • both of you have some liquid courage to keep the night going
    • zen needs more than you
  • your night ends when the club was going to close in two hours
  • Zen and you take a cab home
  • you were about to go get ready for bed when Zen stops you
  • “The night doesn’t end here…” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


  • clubs are too dirty for the mighty trust fund kid
  • but when you put on that dress, all bets are off
  • why don’t you wear that dress around him more often???
    • Jumin no, JUMIN YES
  • he wears basically a suit without the tie, and with a few buttons on his shirt open to make it casual
    • which you had to do for him
  • yeah…he can’t dance…not…just no
  • but he’s pretty impressed with how you dance
    • finds it rather hypnotic
  • he can sense when the commoners’ eyes are lingering on you
  • so he tries to stay around with you as much as possible
  • even if he doesn’t want to dance
  • he’s glad when you got tired and the two of you sit in the VIP section
  • you lost track of how many glasses of wine Jumin has
  • if someone sent you a drink, Jumin would refuse to have you drink it
    • what if they slipped something in there???
  • he can handle his liquor pretty well so no drunk Jumin tonight ):
  • pitches a club for cats
    • …maybe…
  • when it gets boring, Driver Kim takes you two home
  • when he opens the door he sees the both of you asleep, you on his shoulder with his arm around you


  • you were surprised when Seven suggested date night at a club
  • like this guy barely leaves the house why a club???
    • oh of course Tom was going to be there
  • it was the night you were going to try to knock his socks off
  • so you put on your classiest dress
  • “OOOooooooooooooo”
  • “ooooooOOOOOOOO”
  • wears his everyday clothes but he has his jacket off most of the time
    • it’s just his beater to sport off of his guns lol
  • you’re actually caught off guard when he knows his way on the dance floor
    • ???
  • “MC you’re really good!”
  • yeah but you’re better wtf I’m trying to impress you here!!!!
  • sits at a booth with Tom and Seven
  • at first, the free drinks were cool because you would just give it to Seven or Tom
  • but when guys try to ask you to dance, Seven puts his arm on your shoulder
  • tilts his glasses down to get a good look at them
  • “the Great Protector 707 finds this man unworthy…NEXT”
  • same goes for when a few women were added to the mix
  • “honey, if you can’t pull off that top then you can’t pull off dancing with my beautiful MC”
  • you two stick around even when Tom leaves
  • end up leaving when the club kicks you two out at closing time
  • spends the rest of the day in bed together
Blood, Sweat, and Tears

Originally posted by thetangential

(Request: Hi! Can you write a Newt x reader where the reader and Newt are in the Dueling Club and everyone wants a duel between them just because their classmates want to see the shyest kids fighting. )

(A/N: As soon as I read this, I had such a huge idea! I tried to make it as action packed as I could- but I epically failed. Thank you for the request! This was so much fun to write! xx)

Your breathing seemed almost ragged as your palms sweated nervously. As you walked up the steps you recited three things in your mind.

‘Bow, wand at the ready, and strike.’

When your headmaster had announced that there was going to be a Dueling Club at the school, the Gryffindors let out a huge cheer, eager to show their own magical abilities. The Slytherins muttered to themselves enthusiastically as did the Ravenclaws and the Hufflepuffs.

Never in a million years did you expect Newt to run up to you with a massive grin on his face and say, “I’ve signed us up for the Dueling Club!”

At first, you doubted Newt was actually willing to commit to the club- it wasn’t because Newt wasn’t good at Dueling, it’s just that- Newt was the more peaceful type, he wasn’t one to condone for violence.

Standing on the long, risen floorboard, you stared nervously at your peers below you. A few of your Slytherin friends were giving you the ‘thumbs up’ sign, with huge smiles on their faces, while others stared back just as nervous.

Really you had gone today to the meeting just to accompany Newt, never did you actually think the Professor’s teaching the class would pick you out of all people, to be the first to ‘try it out.’

The Great Hall had been converted into a makeshift Dueling stage by the professors and you nervously stared at them as they whispered amongst each other.

Chatter was happening among the students who were below you, and you couldn’t help but flush bright red as you heard someone say: “ten sickles that the Hufflepuff knocks the other one over.”

“No way,” replied the person, “(y/n) isn’t that good.”

It was only moments later until one of the professors teaching the course, Professor Amherst, came up to you with a small smile on his face.

You tried to not look terrified in return.

“Everything in order?” He asked quietly, raising an eyebrow, his piercing blue eyes penetrating your own.

“Um,” you responded, “if you want me to lie, then yes, I’m ready.”

“Don’t sass me, (y/l/n).” Retorted the Professor with a pointed look.

“I’m sorry! I’m just nervous, I’m not much for fighting.”

Professor Amherst gave you an apologetic look and sighed. “Look,” he started saying, “we’re not having the both of you use unforgivable spells, right now let’s focus on disarming and blocking.”

He pointed at your opponent and said, “the both of you will be fine, you’re just showing the other students how to do a fair fight. Don’t panic- just breathe and your instincts will kick in.”

You gulped and took a shaky breath, “I won’t worry then.” You concluded, shaking your head slightly, to which Professor Amherst responded with, “you’ll be fine.”

As soon as Professor Amherst left and loudly said, “I want a clean fight! Focus on disarming your opponent, only to disarm!”

‘Bow, wand at the ready, and strike.’ You recited once more as you stared into your opponents hazel eyes.

You kept taking shaky breaths as the Professor kept explaining the rules. “It’s so weird to see two Hufflepuff’s fighting- aren’t they the nicest ones of the bunch?”

“Newt and (y/n)? Yeah!”


You bowed.


You drew your wand and held it up next to your face, just as Newt did the same with his own wand. You could feel your heartbeat beating a hundreds miles a minute.

The both of you walked to the corresponding end of the stage and raised your wands.

Newt was unrecognizable as he stared at you with his light eyes, his jaw was clenched and eyebrows furrowed.

It was then that you realized that although the both of you were the best of friends, in an actual fight, you wouldn’t be fighting your best friend.




“We’re Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
We hope you have enjoyed the show
Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
We’re sorry but it’s time to go”

This took me forever i wanted to get it done for the anniversary of the album but i guess not. Well enjoy the pictures guys.


Pairing: Hamilsquad x Reader (poly), lil bit of John x reader oops
Requested by anon: “Poly Hamilsquad x Reader Idea: John comes home to find Hercules handcuffed, Lafayette blindfolded, Alexander with a ball gag in his mouth, and Reader is drunk or on a sugar high.”
Trigger Warnings: Usually these would be kinks but I got creative lol.

John walked through the front door with an armful of fast food, ready to have a night in with his girlfriend. His boyfriends had texted him, saying that they were going to the club, and asked if he wanted to come with. He promptly replied with, Raincheck, as he was painfully aware that Y/N was still mad at him.

When the boys were mad, it was at least bearable, but none of them could take you being upset. You had two kinds of anger. There was the passive aggressive kind: You’d smile happily at them while making snarky remarks in a bright and cheery voice. And then there was the silent treatment: Cold over-the-shoulder glances and straight up ignoring their existences.

You were silent treatment angry.

You’d been at it for weeks, sometimes forgetting what you were mad at him for. You were stubborn, though, so the reason didn’t really matter. You were waiting for an apology, a sincere one. Not the babe, please don’t be mad at me I’m sorry. You wanted the I know what I did was wrong and I’m prepared to make it up to you apology. And that was what John planned on doing.

He couldn’t stand the thought of you being mad at him, especially for so long. This entire relationship started with the two of you. You’d started dating in high school and here you both were, still together. Of course, with some additions.

It was a hard transition, going from his only significant other to being one of four. At first, you felt like you were competing for his love. As the others caught on, they reassured you that whatever your thought was certainly not the case. The four boys actually felt the same way you did; all feeling as if your love had to be won by one of them.

You all laughed about it in the end. It was then that the relationship started to fall into a relaxing pattern. Of course, whatever argument you and John had was an exception to this pattern.

As he closed the front door, he began speaking, knowing that Y/N was the only one home. “Baby.” He called. He walked to the kitchen in the dark since he knew the way like the back of his hand. “I know you’re here, please answer me. I brought food from that little diner you like.”

John heard a squeal and watched as you scurried into the kitchen. “Hi John.” You said giddily, searching through a bag for her food. He looked taken aback, “You’re talking to me?”

“Of course!” You grinned. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Your freckle-faced lover furrowed his brow, looking at you with a confused look. He took your chin between his thumb and index finger and tilted your head up. As you slurped a noodle past your lips, he noticed that your eyes were glassy. Your breath smelled like the rum that Alexander keeps in his room. “Y/N, are you drunk?”

“I mean, that would explain why I’m a little dizzy.”

John chuckled as you struggled to lift yourself onto the counter. This wasn’t exactly what he expected, but it was better than having you be mad at him. “The boys went to the club, right?”




John began to walk out of the room, but stopped in the doorway. You were prone to accidentally hurting yourself when you were drunk. “Uh, don’t touch anything sharp. Or shiny.” When he turned to walk away, he stopped again. “Actually, don’t touch anything.”

He heard you mutter something along the lines of such little faith you have in me as he went to check the boys’ bedrooms. Upon opening Alexander’s door, John found nothing but papers and books scattered everywhere. Lafayette’s room was clean and tidy, but also empty. Herc’s bedroom was known as the war zone, so John expected the mess, but not the vacancy.

All of a sudden, John heard you crying, so he rushed back into the kitchen. You were standing with tears streaming down your cheeks and blood dripping from your palm. “I was just trying to cut this sandwich in half.”

“Babe, I told you not to touch anything. And why did you use a big knife? It’s just a turkey melt.”

You started mumbling an incoherent response as he cleaned and bandaged your cut. “Where are the boys?”


“In the basement?”

“We were playing a game.”

John sighed and nodded, taking her hand and leading them to the basement. As he looked at his boyfriends he couldn’t help but to break into laughter.

Lafayette was blindfolded, struggling to follow the instructions that Hercules was giving him. Not to mention, he was handcuffed to a pipe, which John made mental note of (that’s probably dangerous, he thought). Alexander sat on the floor, defeated, with a ball gag in his mouth.

John wanted to ask how this happened, but quite frankly, he couldn’t stop laughing.

“Shut up, John.”

“Ses non drôle.”

“This is pretty funny.” John managed to sputter.

“Hmm mm mhmm.”

“Oh my god, John, please take that out of his mouth.”

John walked over to Alexander and pulled the ball gag out of his mouth, allowing him to take a deep breath. “I said I blame you.” Alex said. “What?” John asked. “I wasn’t even here.”

“We were going to go to the club, but belle was upset, so she wanted to play a game-”

“Which of course was truth or dare.” Herc added.

“-And for every dare belle didn’t do, she drank.”

Despite the hilarity of the situation, John did feel bad for upsetting you to this ridiculous point. So, he let Herc out of the handcuffs, gave the boys some cash and told them to go out, on him. They were worried for the both of them; after all, you were still upset with him. John assured them that he’d take care of you and that he’d be fine. With that, they left the house.

John took you back upstairs and sat you down at the table. He sat the food in front of you, urging you to eat. He could tell that you were sobering up because you were leaning back into the silent treatment again. “Eat, please.” He begged.

“Not hungry.”

Two words, he thought, we’re getting somewhere.

He then retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. He handed it to you, “At least drink this.” You sat, contemplating how much you needed water. You decided to take it, if not for your own health, for John’s. He looked as if he was about to keel over in guilt.

After you drank your water, John led you to bed, just laying with you, side by side. You were both silent as you stared at the ceiling. Suddenly, John was speaking quietly, “Do you remember when we had our first serious fight?”

You stayed silent.

“We were fighting over where we were gonna move. Our first apartment. I wanted to live in Harlem, and you wanted to live uptown.”

You turned your head to look at him, “Uptown is better than Harlem.”

“In your dreams. It’s way too quiet up there.”

“That’s the beauty of it.”

John chuckled as you turned your head back to look at the ceiling. You both were in silence for a few minutes. Neither of you could continue the conversation; you didn’t know how to break the tension.

“I was wrong.” He muttered. You turned your head once more to find him looking at you. “I was. I’m sorry, Y/N. I never want to be the cause of you feeling this way again.” He said. You looked into his eyes and saw honesty. He definitely meant it. “Do you forgive me?”

You grinned as you pushed his hair from his face, giggling slightly, “Honestly, I forgave you when you walked through the door with my favorite noodles.”


Larsadie week: Day 4 - HALLOWEEN/Beach City Horror Club (2nd meeting)

For the past three weeks now I’ve had this idea in my head, where Ronaldo tells Steven to get Lars and Sadie on Halloween to go do all this spooky stuff with them. Lars refuses, not only because he doesn’t want to be bothered, but because there’s a Halloween party he wants to go to. (probably hosted by the cool kids) Anyway, he says sure, just for a little while. Lets just say things don’t go too smoothly. They awaken some evil spirit and skeletons start coming after them. I like to think Sadie gets taken away and Lars has to save her. So he FINALLY gets to redeem himself. jeez lars get your sh*t together 

I also thought they would dress up for Halloween, so I had Sadie do a very casual costume of Tiffany from Childsplay. She told Lars to dress up but he didn’t want to be bothered so he put on a trench coat and bought a jesters mask. I didn’t have him wear it here :P

Happy Halloween everyone!!! ^v^

Karamel haters: Go into the karamel tag literally yelling ‘I WANT TO PICK A FIGHT WITH THOSE KARAMELOHELLS!!!! COME ON FIGHT ME!

Karamels: Block them, ignore them, or give them an answer they didn’t expect when they wanted us to rant.

Originally posted by lgbbq

Karamel haters: ‘COME ON GIVE US ATTENTION. We’re bitterrrrrr and have no life.’ *Post a gazzilion anti-posts with the same old: ‘me an intellectual’, make bitter gifsets manipulating Karamel scenes they haven’t watched to make Mon-El the bad guy, write huge ass essays on why Mon-El is abusive, steal gifs and hack accounts to make us notice.*

Karamels: Respond; ‘Stop being mean to us and focus on own your own ships instead of invading our tags. Get a life! Karamel is canon in the comics. Accept it or find something else to enjoy.’

Originally posted by luvdamonsalvatore

Karamel haters: ‘OMG SEEEEEE Karamelohells are attacking us!!! They’re super homophobic and racist. We are the real victims here! They’re all pathetic straight white middle aged people and have no life! We’re just innocent teenagers throwing a tantrum, let us! *meanwhile create more anti karamel gifsets and think of new people to attack* ‘Seeeeee we’ve got a life, we’re superior!!!!’


Originally posted by 101treehugger101

Lessons learned from a genuinely lovely night out

* guys alone in bars are creeps
* dancing 4 hours solid in 6in stilletos is enough cardio for a lifetime
* apparently an r2d2 dress is an invitation for the ‘fake gamer girl’ test from every third guy
* apparently they don’t take it too well when you school them on star wars knowledge
* I love girls who want to dance outa solidarity
* guys alone on the street are creeps
* I didn’t do enough clubbing when I was younger
* apparently I can go through a whole night without having to buy a drink - woops
* doesn’t matter what music’s playing as long as your dancing with the right people
* trust your gut, it’ll save you from getting into an illegal taxi
* lecherous old men are creeps
* McDonald’s in the city centre on a Friday night has bouncers
* they’re actually necessary
* seriously I don’t need to do cardio ever again
* I love girls randomly complimenting girls
* Ricky will put his lips on your ear when he talks but he’s actually kinda a sweetheart bar that
* if left unsupervised I can turn into an r2d2cicle very quickly in December
* guys in the queue for McDonald’s are creeps
* I love girls

Nothing Else Matters

Bucky x reader

Prompt: You meet Bucky on New Years Eve, fun ensues. 

Warnings: There’s a cuss word so sorry if you don’t like that. Also kisses xx

Originally posted by mybuchanan

It was your first New Years Eve alone. You were attending a local university in New York that was hundreds of miles from your family. You tried to go down to them, but in the back of your mind you wanted to be alone. 

You used this day as a means to explore. As far as you were concerned, the city was yours and you were going to enjoy it. 

A club, that was your destination. It wasn’t that big of a club but it was still crowded. You waited in line for about 10 minutes, chatting with the others while you waited to show your I.D. 

Once you got in you ordered a shot of fireball and decided to dance on the dancefloor alone. At first it seemed a bit awkward but with every swing of your hips and every joke you said, you became more confident. 

It wasn’t until an hour later that you spotted him. He sat at a booth with a couple other people but watched you carefully. He sipped his drink, both hands clad in gloves. 

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“Be grateful I love you so much,” You chuckled, shaking your head.

“It’ll be fun, you’ll see!” Caspar grinned at you, knudging you with his elbow.

The whole Buttercream squad had invited you to go to a club with them later that night, considering it was Saturday and you had nothing planned in the first place. After denying the offer, there was ten minutes of back and forth playful banter between you and the boys, until eventually they persuaded you to come out with them.

Though to be honest, you really didn’t want to.

“We all ready to go?” Oli asked, looking around the room where you and the boys all stood.

“Yep!” Jack replied excitedly.

You rolled your eyes, mumbling something incoherent in response.

“Cheer up, Y/N. You’ll have fun,” Conor smirked over at you, causing you to raise your eyebrow, shaking your head.

“C'mon, let’s get moving!” Mikey piped in, turning and heading towards the door, the boys and you following behind.

As soon as you neared closer to the club, the loud music was already echoing around you, flowing with the cold wind as it hit your shivering figure.

“Here we are,” Joe stated, stopping infront of the club infront of you all.

“Let’s just get this over with,” You replied, half serious, half jokingly. You didn’t want to go in the first place, but there was a part of you hoping it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought. Who knows? Maybe it’d be fun.

You trailed behind the boys, all of you entering the club. The music blasted around the large room, the sound only growing as you walked further into it. You flinched at how crowded it was, convinced the talking of the many people at this club was actually louder than the music itself.

“Want to get a drink?” Caspar said to you, half yelling so you would be able to hear him over the music.

You nodded, following him and the other boys towards the bar.

It was now almost an hour later, and your friends were already on the dancefloor. You sat on a couch at the wall, scrolling through Twitter on your phone, every now and then looking up and letting out a chuckle as you watched your friends ridiculously dancing on the dance floor.

Suddenly you felt a dip in the couch you were sat on, and you turned your head to see who had sat next to you. There sat a guy, seemingly in around his late twenties, his black hair swept over to one side. He looked you up and down with his brown eyes, a smirk forming across his face. You immediately felt anxious.

“Can I help you?” You asked, closing the screen to your phone to look him in the face.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing sat all alone?” The stranger asked, tilting his head to look back up at you.

You felt his gaze burning holes into your skin, a shiver running through your spine. You felt nervous, at least more nervous than usual, though you were unsure why. Things like this always happened when you went to clubs, but for some reason there was a thought deep in the back of your mind telling you this was different.

“I’m not alone, I’m with my friends,” You replied hesitantly, pointing over at the boys as they continued to dance in the crowd, filming videos for their snapchat.

“Well I could take you somewhere alone,” The man asked, shifting closer to you on the couch.

“I’m fine,” You replied, turning your gaze away from him. Perhaps if you just ignored him, he would leave, because that’s what usually happened. Although, that didn’t seem to be the case with this guy.

“You sure? You seem far too gorgeous to be sitting here doing nothing,” He told you. He placed his hand on your thigh, causing you to flinch at the motion, crossing your leg over your other.

“No,” You told him simply.

He chuckled at that, clearly ignoring the hint. “I like a girl with an attitude,” He said, once again moving his hand to touch you, this time placing it on your hip.

“Don’t,” You stuttered, your breathing beginning to quicken as his hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts.

“Oh come on, sweetheart, it’ll be fun,” He told you, his hand brushing over your area, a wave of fear flooding through you.

Don’t call me sweetheart,” You told him firmly, gripping your phone in one hand and the cushion of the sofa in the other.

“Aw, you think you’re too good for me? A girl with an attitude and an ego, just how I like it,” He spoke, pulling his hand out from your jeans. This time, he pushed your hair out the way, tucking it behind your ear so your neck lay exposed. He moved closer to you, kissing down your neck from your jawline to your shoulder. “How good would you be in bed, you reckon?” He mumbled against your skin.

Get off,” You snapped, placing your hand on his chest and pushing him away.

“Oh, don’t be like that, darling,” He laughed, a dark and evil glint in his eyes.

You quickly scanned the club, searching for the boys so you could go over to them to get away from this creep. You flinched as he draped his arm over your shoulders, leaning further over to the side.

Suddenly, you spotted your friends, and were relieved when Jack was already looking at you, confusion etched across his face. He tilted his head, giving you the expression as if to ask “What’s wrong?”

Unsure what to do, you fearfully looked over at the man next to you, his arm still wrapped over you. Thankfully, his gaze was fixed on something else, so you turned your head quickly back to the confused and concerned Jack, and quickly you mouthed “help” over to him. Almost instantly, he turned towards the boys, telling them something, and quickly marched his way through the crowds and over to you and the stranger.

“Y/N!” He greeted you cheerfully, standing infront of you. He turned his head towards the stranger as he unwrapped his arm from your shoulders, watching Jack with raised eyebrows.

“And who are you?” The stranger scoffed, looking towards Jack.

“I could ask you the same question,” Jack replied sweetly, gazing quickly at you before turning back towards the stranger. He simply squeezed between you and the man, grabbing your hand. Relief washed over you as you squeezed Jack’s hand, thankful he got rid of the man.

Without saying a word, the stranger quickly stood from the couch, hurrying away through the large crowds.

As soon as he was out of sight, you turned and swung your arms around Jack’s waist, Jack wrapping his arms around your neck.

“Thank you,” You mumbled into his shirt, pulling back and looking at your friend in the eyes.

“No worries,” He smiled down at you. “Are you okay?”

“I am now that you’re here,” You grinned up at him, leaning back into the hug.

Do I? - Jaime Benn

A/N: I’ve written this one for @minourouss. I hope you like it, boo.

Word Count: 1314

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

“Guys, I am way too sober for this” I say, trying to sit back down on the couch.

We had had our last exam of the semester this morning and we were celebrating it. The night was perfectly scheduled, dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant, drinks at the newest pub in town and hit the club right after that. We were all dressed to impressed and ready to run this city, and I was all for it until we got to the pub and found out they were having karaoke night. We found a couch with a small table and we sat down as two of my friends went to the bar and ordered our drinks.

“(y/n), you should go up there and show them how it’s done” and it started, my friends pushing me out of the couch, yelling at the host that I wanted to sing a song and I trying to use my sobriety as an excuse.

“C’mon, we have heard you sing a million times. You are good” my friends kept pushing me. “Here, bottoms up and get ready to rock and roll” they say, handing me two shots of tequila.

I look at them and I know I have no choice so I drown both of the shots and walk down to the stage, where two very drunk ladies are singing, I’m too nice to say that they are destroying, “holding out for a hero” by Bonnie Tyler. I take the time to look around while I wait, the pub is not packed, but there is a fair amount of people there. God, I need another ten shots, pronto.

“What are you singing, doll?” the host asks me and I look at him, that was a hell of a good question.

“Mmh… I think I’m gonna do Do I by Luke Bryan” I answer and he nods, looking for it on the computer.

“No pressure, but we kind of need a good show after this” he jokes, looking at the two women who are having trouble staying on their feet.

I give him a nervous smile and wait until he hands me the mic and helps the last artists down the stage. I take a deep breath and go up.

“So… I don’t really want to do this, like at all” everyone laughs at my comment and that gives me the courage I need to keep talking. “I don’t want to do this, but today it is our first night of freedom after finals and I’m taking one for the team, so here I go”

I give a small nod and the music starts playing. I’ve always liked this song, from the moment I first listened to it. I know every single word, I don’t need to look at the lyrics on the monitor, so I just walk around on the stage. I look at my friends and they are holding their hands on the air, swaying from left to right and making me laugh. The song ends and I give the crowd a shy smile as they give me an ovation, or at least it feels like an ovation to me.

“I was kidding when I said we needed a good show, but thank you for that, it was amazing” the host says and I feel my cheeks heating up.

I walk back to my friends and they stand up, making a scene as they yell my name and ask me for autographs.

“Ok, stop it. You’ve embarrassed me enough for the next hundred years” I scowl at them, sitting on the couch and grab my drink, ready to get as wasted as possible.

We listen to a couple of songs, laughing and cheering as the people on stage are our favorite artists when the bartender brings a bottle of champagne to our table. The bottle is tipped by a lit sparkler and brings everyone’s attention to us.

“Excuse me, we haven’t ordered th…” my friend tries to tell the man when he pulls a note from his pocket and gives it to me before walking away.

I look at it in shock for a couple seconds while the sparkler keeps lighting up the room.

“What does it say?” “What is it?” “How is it from?” I snap back to reality and open the note to find a short text.


JB 14


“(y/n), I think Justin Bieber is flirting with you” and all of them laugh as I look around the room, trying to find the mysterious man that has paid for an overly expensive bottle of champagne.

My eyes travel all over the place before they find a pair of big brown eyes staring at me making me blush, and I thank God for the darkness of the room. I know very well who he is and I mentally face palm myself for not figuring it out before. I give him a shy smile and he smirks, mouthing “cheers” and holding up his glass while I shake my head and bite my lip. He turns back to his group of friends and I do the same, finding all the eyes set on me.

“Is that who I think it is?” yeah, my friends are hockey fans too.

“I suppose it is” I answer and let go of the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Girl, hook us up. Tyler and I could have a good time” my friend Alyssa says and I roll my eyes.

“I don’t think it works that way, Al” I mutter, drinking the rest of liquor I have in my glass. I’m quite tipsy by now, the alcohol is kicking off and I feel quite floaty. “C’mon ladies, let’s go to the club”

We get on our feet, ready to go, when my brain decides that it is a good time to be brave.

“Hold on” I say to my friends, turning around and heading to the VIP space in the pub.

Jamie is talking with some of his friends when his brother elbows him and cocks his head in my direction. Jamie looks at me and gets up, meeting me half way. I’m sure he doesn’t want to have this conversation in front of his friends.

“Thanks for the champagne, it was very kind of you”

“You are welcome. It got your attention, so it is money well spent” He smirks and my heart flutters

“It definitely did” I give him a shy smile.

“Hitting the clubs?” he asks, looking at my outfit.

“As I said, first night of freedom” I laugh “going out tonight?”

“No, we are just having a couple drinks to unwind a little” he explains and I turn my head to look at his friends. All of they are part of the Dallas Stars and all of them are staring at us “big game tomorrow”

“Well, do me a favor and kick some ass tomorrow?” I joke around.

“Will do…”


“(y/n), that’s a pretty name” he looks right at my eyes and I swear I’m gonna faint “you should come to the game tomorrow”

“Sold out, my friend” I say, annoyed because my friends and I couldn’t get tickets on time.

“It’s good you have contacts then…” He winks at me and hands me his phone.

“Smooth, Benn. Very smooth” I praise him, typing my name and number and handing it back to him “tell my contact to text me the details”

“He will do it gladly” he smiles and looks over my shoulder “you should go before your friends go crazy”

I turn around and I see them pointing at the door and making weird dance moves.

“Gotta go” I say, turning around and walking towards my crazy ass friends. “see you around”

We leave the pub and walk for around three minutes before I get a text from a number I don’t know.

Stay out of trouble, young lady.


I raise an eyebrow and I’m about to text back I get another message,

And by trouble I mean guys.


Who wants to start a club with me

We’ll call it, I’m in so much fucking denial over anyone or thing dying in either of SJM’s series and even if they do I will not allow it to be canon and re-write the fucking book if I have to because I’ve grown to attached to all of them and they are my little babies. Except Tamlin and Ianthe, they can go sacrifice themselves, and those fucking queens I mean seriously, also Mavae and Erawan if you would kindly go jump off a cliff it would do us all a favour you know.