lousy kids

The Demon Next Door [M]

Warnings: This is a Rated M+ story. Read at your own risk. This is not a fluffy smut. There are parts that may bother some readers so please remain conscious of this.

A/N: This is gonna be a new series but it’ll be kind of darker than what I usually write. Tell me what you think

He moved months ago. I noticed him on the first day when a moving truck was parked in front of the house next door. It was late in the afternoon and I had just gotten home from class. I glanced over at the house as I got out of my car. The lights were on and the front door was open. A couple boxes were situated on the drive way. Suddenly, a male walked out of the house and his eyes quickly landed on me. A smile spread on his lips.
“Hey neighbor!” He said cheekily and made his way to the property line.
“O-oh Hi,” i smiled awkwardly and walked towards him. “Its nice to meet you”
“Same here….I’m Ten by the way” He held out his hand.
“____,” I shook his hand. “So how do you like the neighborhood so far?”
“Its nice” He nodded.
“Well that’s good..” I nodded. “You have a lot of boxes to load huh?”
“Yeah” Ten sighed. “It’s going to take me all night to get everything unpacked”
“Do you need any help?” I asked, trying to be friendly.
“That’s fine. You’re probably busy” Ten shrugged with a smile. I felt my cheeks heat up slightly. He was in reality really attractive and the way the afternoon sunlight hit his face made him almost glow.
“No, I honestly have nothing going on” I laughed. “I’ve finished my classes for the week so I have the weekend free”
“Oh, well then I could use the extra help I guess” Ten shrugged.
“Okay. Let me just put my stuff away and change” I smiled before heading inside my own home.


Hours passed as I helped Ten get unpacked.
“Why do you have so much stuff” I whined as I helped him set the last of his things in his room.
“I don’t know.” Ten chuckled as he loaded his clothes into his dresser.
“It’s 1 in the morning Ten. We’ve been at this for 7 hours” I collapsed onto his bed, feet dangling off the side.
“And I really appreciate that” He closed his dresser and went to lay down next to me. “It’s good to know that I have nice neighbors”
“Well FYI, I’m the only nice one” I laughed. “All the other neighbors are obnoxious kids with lousy parents and then cranky seniors”
“Then I’m glad I live next to you” Ten smiled.
It was oddly comfortable hanging out with Ten even though we had just met. I smiled slightly. It was going to be nice having a normal neighbor.

At least I thought he was normal…..but I soon found out things pertaining to Ten would be anything but normal.


A yawn escaped my lips and I stretched my arms, unconsciously arching my back in the process. Ten stared at me with an unreadable expression. I turned my head to face him and raised an eyebrow.
“Is there something on my face?” I frowned and sat up.
“No” Ten stated lowly and sat up as well.
“Oh..” my cheeks heated up slightly.
“You know ___,” Ten’s hand reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re really pretty.” Something felt off suddenly.
“T-Thank you..” I scooted away slightly.
“Im serious. You’re beautiful” He softly whispered.
“Thanks…umm….you know,” I stood up, “It’s getting late. I should go home,”
“What’s the rush?” He smiled wickedly and the doors and windows suddenly slammed shut.
“What the Fu-” My words got caught in my throat when I looked over at Ten. His eyes turned a bright shade of red before returning to their brown color.

My first impulse was to run, and so that’s what i did. I tried to open the door but It was stuck. I still frantically tried to open it.
“There’s no use” Ten was suddenly behind me. His arms encircled my waist and my breathing hitched. “You’ve been caught”
“Let go of me!” I exclaimed and pushed him away before running to the other side of the room. I tried to open the windows but those were closed too. “HELP!” I began to scream.
“No one will hear you” Ten smirked and sat onto the bed.
“What are you? What do you want from me?” I shook in fear.
“I’m a demon,” Tens eyes flashed red. “And I’ve lived in the underworld for all my existence. If you saw the demon women, you’d be utterly repulsed. Now human women, like yourself, are different. They draw us to them with a scent. Your scent grabbed my attention.”
“What the fuck do you mean?? I never tried to draw anyone in,” I took a step back.
“You don’t try ___” Ten laughed and rested his elbows on his thighs. “It just happens….and you, oh you give off such a sweet scent. I don’t know how no one else got to you.” I stayed silent, too scared to say anything. A chuckle left Ten’s lips. “It’s been too long since Ive gotten out of that hellhole. I wanna have some fun tonight,”
“Y-you can’t make me do anything” I stuttered.
“On the contrary,” Ten smirked. “Come here”
I felt myself walking towards him. I knew I shouldn’t but something made me walk forward and I stopped right in front of him. He pulled me closer so that I was standing between his legs. He brought his lips to my neck, sucking on the skin and letting his tongue roam over the now colored skin. My hands shakily grabbed his sleeves and I closed my eyes, trying to escape the present. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning and giving him any satisfaction. Ten pulled away slightly and stood up. He lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it to some corner of the room before turning me around and pushing me onto the bed. He tossed his own shirt to the side and moved atop me, ushering me further up the bed.
“Kiss me” He commanded. I propped myself up onto my elbows and hesitantly brought my lips to his. Ten immediately kissed me back. His tongue immediately darted into my mouth and caught mine. He was passionate, i couldn’t deny it and it would have felt great if it weren’t for the circumstances at hand. Ten continued to kiss me and his hands began to move to my stomach. His fingers traced my exposed skin causing me to shiver. A gasp left my lips when he moved his mouth down my chest and stomach, stopping right above the hem of my shorts. Ten slid 2 fingers underneath my shorts and pulled them down and off my legs.
“Do you want me to make you scream” Ten asked.
“N-no..” I responded weakly, causing Ten to raise a brow.
“I guess that’s too bad” He smirked and slid his fingers into my panties. “You say no yet you’re so wet”

One finger. He began to pump it inside of me at a quick pace.
Two fingers. My breathing got heavy and my hands reached down to stop him. He simply grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.
3 fingers. I was resisting the urge to moan. A bitter pleasure swept through me as he went faster.
Suddenly, his thumb began to rub against my clit and that’s when I lost it.
“Ten!” I gasped, feeling a warm feeling erupt in my stomach. “Aaah~”
“That’s what I like to hear” Ten licked his lips. I was so close to the edge. The pressure in my stomach continued to increase but before I could release, Ten pulled out. I panted for air and stared at Ten. He was hovering right above me now.
“You seem to really want this now” He smiled.
“Fuck you” I spat out without thinking.
“In time” Ten responded. “But first, lets see if you taste as good as you smell” He moved down again, letting go of my wrists this time. His face was directly in front of my womanhood. I tried to push him away but he didn’t budge.
“___, if you don’t play nice, Im going to put you right on the edge over and over again and not let you release” His words made me stop. He smirked and attached his lips to my core. My breathing was uneven as his tongue licked a swipe against my folds. My hands tangled themselves in his hair and my eyes closed. This felt so good but it felt so wrong.
Ten began to dart his tongue in and out of my womanhood, causing me to let out a soft moan. The pressure was back and this time, I released over Ten’s face. He lapped up my juices before coming back up to kiss me. I let out a whine of dismay but Ten continued to move his lips against mine.
“You tasted amazing,” He whispered against my lips. “But I think it’s my turn now” Ten got off the bed and took off his pants and boxers with one pull before climbing over me again. My eyes stared at his cock. It was bigger than what I was used to. He moved up this time so that his pelvis was right in front of me.
“Suck” he commanded. I parted my lips and licked his tip, tongue sliding over the slit. A low groan escaped Tens lips and I took him deeper. I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock and started to bob my head.
“___ you’re so good” Tens arms that were next to me shook slightly, threatening to give in. I continued to suck on his cock, hollowing my cheeks in the process. Ten let out another moan and suddenly began to thrust into my mouth. Surprised by his movement, I stopped bobbing my head. This only led Ten to quicken his pace. His dick hit the back of my throat, causing tears to well up in my eyes. My name continually left his lips as he thrusted into my mouth. His pace quickened but he soon pulled out.
“Turn around” he said. I scrambled onto all fours and faced the other way. Ten’s hands traced my ass before giving it a smack. I let out a whine at the sensation.
“I hope you’re ready for what’s next” He stated lowly before positioning himself in front of my core.
“Aahh~” a loud moan left my lips as he pushed himself inside me.
“You feel so good ” He groaned and started to thrust inside me. His pace was excruciatingly slow and it made me go crazy. Breathy groans left my lips as this continued.
“Do you want me to go faster?” Ten suddenly asked. I let out a soft yes.
“Beg for it” He stopped moving and pulled out before flipping me onto my back. He stared down at me with dark eyes.
“N-no” I mumbled. I didn’t want to plead. Ten raised an eyebrow at this and smirked.
“Alright then” He pushed himself back in but his pace was still slow, probably even slower. He went deeper this time and suddenly hit a spot that made me see colors.
“Ten!” I screamed unconsciously. Ten smirked and began to direct his thrusts away from this spot. My eyes caught his and I bit my lip.
“Beg” he smiled. I wanted it. I wanted it so bad.
“Ten…” I gasped. “Please..go faster.”
“Louder” he commanded.
“Go faster please,” I cried out. His thrusts immediately gained momentum and my hands reached up and grabbed his shoulders. Moans filled the room as he went deeper with each thrust. He hit the spot again and I pulled him closer. He continued to hit the same spot over and over again.
“Ten~~” I gasped.
“You sound so beautiful when you moan my name” Ten brought his face closer to mine and kissed me. He was rough this time. His lips moved harshly against mine before pulling away. I could tell he was close. I was too. Warm pressure built itself up inside of me and I came over his dick. Ten continued to thrust into me until he came as well, filling me up with his seed.

My eyes suddenly widened. We hadn’t used protection. Ten caught sight of my expression and chuckled.
“You won’t get pregnant. The chance of a human being impregnated by a demon are less than 1%” He sighed and pulled out before collapsing next to me.


“How did you get drawn to my scent?” I asked. Ten looked over at me.
“I told you it intrigued me” He stated.
“But out of every woman in the world…why me?” A shiver ran up my spine as i thought about all the others who were caught.
“You’re special” Ten replied.

Special….. Was that what he called it?

Waking Days Ch1 - Enter Bill Cipher

A/N: Helllooo and thank you for being so patient with me. I know, I know, with that little joke I had it coming, but look, I’ve finally delivered!

I took a long while with figuring out a title for the long fic, and I may change it later, but this is what I’ve got for now, so feedback is appreciated. (And yes, the chapter title is literally the same one as from Flat Dreams. I am a nerd.) Enjoy, you guys. :3

Warning: Implied substance abuse. 

AU by @doodledrawsthings. Based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan.

“He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache.”

W. Shakespeare, Cymbeline


Ever since he took that deal, he’d been regretting it.

Looking back now, he would take a million years in that stone tomb over what that giant salamander had subjected him to. He hadn’t expected on getting his power back, not really, but the least that jerk could do was give him a proper form. Hell, or at least keep him a triangle. But he’d never expected this. He’d been thrown into this form with no directions, no explanation except “You must absolve your crime.”

Yeah, great, what the hell did that even mean.

He hated it. He hated everything about this stupid body, about this weak pitiful meat sack that frilly asshole decided to shove him in. He had nothing, no power, no immortality, no means of escape. And if that wasn’t enough, he was slowly dying. He could even feel it. The slow, painful way each cell was loosing its energy. In just a few decades he would degrade, grow cold and end up feeding worms before he knew it, if this sack of flesh didn’t give up on him even sooner. After watching humans for so long, he’d seen just how easily they could die, hell he’d even been the cause of a lot of them. He’d found it funny, how easily they can break.

He didn’t now.

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Nothing like Home: Chapter 7 (Steve x Reader)

Chapter 7 (Nothing Like Home)

Steve x Reader x (Angsty Steve Rogers!)

Summary: Takes place a year after The Winter Soldier, before the emergence of Ultron. Steve is struggling with the notion of not being able to find Bucky. Reader tries to get Steve out of his depression and help him find Bucky. It doesn’t go well. Events of Ultron will feature.

 A/N: Feedback is welcomed! 😊 (this chapter is a little long, had to cut it short) 

 Word Count: 2641

 Warnings: none

 

You sat on the edge of your bed, looking at your phone screen intently. There was a single message from an encrypted number. In Romanian it read ‘Wish you never left’. you didn’t have to think twice about who it was from, you already knew. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you looked at the message, you never expected Bucky to make any sort of contact, you gave him your number with the hopes that if he were ever in trouble he could find you or reach you. But here you sat, with a message from the Winter Soldier.

You couldn’t reply, because it was encrypted and you guessed that’s how he wanted to keep it. He knew the position he was putting you in by asking you to lie to everyone. The less contact you had with him the better.

There was a knock on the door, shaking you from your deep train of thought. “Y/N” said Steve from the other side, “Are you ready?”,

“Uh, just a moment” you call out, quickly putting your phone in the bed side draw and locking it. You smooth your dress and pull on your shoes then hurriedly opened the door.

Steve stood in the doorway looking dashing in a blue shirt and black pants, the color of his shirt brought out his already incredibly blue eyes. As much as you appreciated Steve in his Cap suit, Steve in civilian clothes still got you every time.

“Well, don’t you look dashing,” you say walking out of your room,

Steve smiled, “You don’t look so bad yourself” he said, “Buy I have to keep up with the rest of you, I am almost a hundred”

You laugh, “You don’t look a day over thirty Cap”

“Y/N, I have been meaning to ask…” before Steve could finish Bruce came walking up to them, nervously rubbing his hands together.

“Did you see how many people Tony invited?” he asked them, “It’s like half of New York is here”

You exchanged a glance with Steve, Bruce was always nervous around crowds of people, worried if anything happens and the other guy comes out it would be disastrous.

“I’m sure it will be fine Banner,” Steve said, “Let’s go in and have a good time.”

You nodded in agreement taking Bruce’s arm and linking it with yours, “Don’t worry, I’ll be your wing woman to night” you said with a wink, this made Bruce smile and the three of you walked to the living room where the party was being hosted.

The party was in full swing when you walked in, there was easily over a hundred people here. You scanned the room looking for some of your team members, Bruce still beside you. You saw Clint and Natasha laughing at the bar, Thor was entertaining some old army veterans, Tony and Rhodey were with Helen Cho deep in conversation most likely about their suits and Sam was walking up the stairs towards them.

“Hey, look at you three, you clean up good!” said Sam cheerily coming over and giving you a peck on the cheek.

After exchanging greetings with Sam, he asked to borrow Steve, as he put it they were on the hunt for some strange. You couldn’t help but pull a face at the thought of that. You and Bruce headed to the bar to get drink, Nat was behind the bar making a cosmopolitan.

“How’d a nice girl like you end up working in a dump like this?” Bruce said sweetly, taking off his glasses.

“Fella done me wrong,” Nat replied flirtatiously

“You got lousy taste in med, kid” he responded with a smile, as she placed a glass on the counter and poured him a drink. You stood there watching this unfold, wishing you had a camera to film this.

“He’s not so bad” Natasha said, “He has a temper, but deep down he is all fluff” they both pause and take a sip of their drinks,

“Fact is he is not like anybody I have ever known; all my friends are fighters and here comes this guy spends his life avoiding the fight because he knows he’ll win.”

“Sounds amazing” Bruce said shyly,

“He’s also a huge dork, chicks dig that” Nat adds for good measure,

You reach over the bar and grab a beer, the two of them still not noticing you standing there watching them.

“So what do you think? Should I fight this? Or run with it?” Natasha says, batting her eyelashes at Bruce,

“R-run with it right?” Bruce said hesitantly, “Or did he… Was he… what did he do that was wrong to you?”

“Not a damn thing, but never say never” she smirked and picked up her drink walking away.

Steve appeared at the bar a few seconds earlier, he smiled at you and you motioned for him to be quiet and listen to Nat and Bruce. You were grinning widely as you saw Steve’s expression.

“That’s nice.” Steve said to Bruce, who it seems came back down to reality and looked over the Captain confused, “What? What is?” he said,

“You and Romanoff” Steve nodded,

“No, we haven’t. that wasn’t” Bruce said quickly trying to cover his tracks,

You laughed at him, “Ah, Doctor Banner” you say placing an arm over his shoulders, “You are such a dork.”

Steve laughed, “It’s okay, no one’s breaking any bylaws. It’s just, she’s not the most open person in the world but with you she seems very relaxed.”

“Noo Natasha, she likes to flirt” Bruce said brushing it off, but his face was turning red,

You couldn’t help but laugh again, Bruce was feeling so self-conscious and you and Steve weren’t letting it go. “Why are you turning red Doctor Banner?” you probe playfully,

Steve chuckled, “I have seen her flirt, up close “he said and reached for a beer over the bar “This ain’t that”

Bruce just shook his head,

“Look, as maybe the world’s leading authority on waiting too long, Don’t.” Steve said patting Bruce on the shoulder, “You both deserve a win.”

“He has a point,” you point out then as you and Steve began to walk away you hear Bruce say,

“What do you mean up close?” Bruce calls out after the two of you.

You and Steve look at each other and laughed as you walk away.

The night wore on and the party died down, the team was now lounging around on the couches chatting casually amongst themselves. Until Clint and Thor got into the conversation about Thors hammer.

Thor walked over and placed his hammer on the coffee table, “Whom so ever, be he worthy, shall haveth the power, whatever man, it’s a trick” Said Clint sarcastically,

“It is much more than that my friend, please be my guest” Thor chuckled passing Steve a flask of whatever alcohol it contained, clearly not from this world and pointed to the hammer for Barton to pick up.

Clint stood up cockily, and walked over to the hammer with a grin on his face. “Clint, you have had a tough week we won’t hold it against you if you can’t get it up” said Tony, making everyone chuckle.

“You know I have seen this before right,” he said looking at Thor and then tried to lift the hammer, he struggled against it then stopped and tugged again, “Still don’t know how you do it”  he laughed,

“Smell the silent judgement?” Said Tony,

“Please Stark, by all means” Clint replied, gesturing him toward the hammer,

Tony stood up, opening his suit jacket button, “Never been one to shy away from on honest challenge,” he said walking over to the hammer proudly, “It’s physics, So if I lift it then I rule Asgard?”  he looked at Thor who nodded, “I will be reinstituting Prima Nocta” Tony said then pulled on the hammer with all his might. It didn’t budge, he looked around at the faces of the Avengers then said, “Be right back,” he rushed off to get the hand of his ironman suit.

Rhodey even joined in to help him try and lift the hammer not wanting to give up. “Are you even pulling?” asked Rhodey almost out of breath, Tony looked at him incredulously “Are you on my team?”  “Just represent, pull!” the Colonel replied.

Next up was Bruce, he tried to make a joke of it by pretending to turn into the hulk but you all just sat in awkward silence, looking at him.

Lastly was Steve, he got up proudly and rolled up his sleeves. “Come on Cap,” Sam said,

“He has to be worthy!” you said clapping,

Steve walked over to the hammer and placed his hands around it, his forearm muscles bulging as he did. Then he pulled, and the hammer shifted ever so slightly. You saw it and looked at Thor, your eyes met for a moment, the worry evident on Thor’s face. Steve tugged at the jammer again but this time it didn’t move, and he raised his hands in surrender,

“Nothing,” Thor laughed seeming relieved,

Bruce looked at you and Natasha,

“Oh no that’s not a question I need answered.” Natasha said shaking her head,

But you wanted to give it a try so you stood up and walked over to the hammer. “Fifty bucks says she can lift it,” said Sam,

“eighty says she won’t,” Steve replied,

“I’ll take that action,” Clint added, Bruce raised his hand too.

You looked around at the Avengers, “I’m ready to be the ruler of Asgard,” you joke and grabbed the handle and gave it a tug, it didn’t move. Not wanting to further humiliate yourself you stepped away “Guess I am not” you laughed,

“The handles imprinted!” exclaimed Tony, “Whosoever is carrying Thor’s finger print is I think the literal translation.”

Thor stood up, “Yes Uh, that’s a very interesting theory. I have a simpler one” he grabbed the hammer and lifted it with ease “You’re all not worthy”.

There were boos and groans as Thor said that, then suddenly there was a loud piercing sound that echoes through the tower and everyone paused looking around at what just happened.

A figure walked into the room one of the iron legion, broken and falling apart, they all turned to it.

“No…How could you be worthy? You’re all killers.” Said the raspy mechanical voice.

“Startk” Steve said,

“Jarvis,” Tony pulled out his phone,

“I am sorry” the machine said, “I was asleep, or a-dream.”

“Reboot legionnaire OS. We have a buggy suit” tony said quietly to the U.I.

“There was a terribe noise and I was tangled in strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy” the voice rasped,

You moved slowly towards Steve, who put his hand out in front of you protectively. “You killed someone?” he asked the rogue Iron legion robot.

“Wouldn’t have been my first call, but down in the real world, we are faced with ugly choices” it replied,

“Who sent you?” asked Thor,

The robot played back a voice clip, it was Tony’s. “I see a suit of armor around the world”

Bruce looked over at Tony shocked. “Ultron!” he said.

“In the flesh. Well no not yet, not this chrysalis. But I am ready I am on mission” it said,

“What mission?” Natasha asked,

“Peace of our time” Ultron replied and then suddenly two of the iron legion came exploding through the walls, ready to attack the team. Steve shoves you out of the way as he kicks one of the tables up to use as a shield before getting knocked down by the robot.

More of the iron legion swarmed in, attacked all of you relentlessly. In all the pandemonium Steve came toward you and grabbed your arm almost dragging you away from the conflict. “Go with Natasha and get Bruce out of here!” he exclaimed, pushing you towards the safety of the bar as one of the iron legion fired a shot towards you.

You nodded and ran to the bar, jumping over it agilely and landing next to Natasha and Bruce, “Don’t turn green!” you hear her tell him, “I won’t” was his reply before you both grabbed a gun from beneath the bar and started running to the stairs.

Steve smashed the last iron legion with his shield. And Ultron turned around “That was dramatic.” He said “I’m sorry I know you mean well, you just didn’t think it through. You want to protect the world but you don’t want it to change. How is humanity saved, if its not allowed to evolve? With these?” Ultron picked up the head of one of the now dead iron legion and crushed it “These puppets. There is only one path to peace.” Ultron paused.

“The Avengers extinction.” And then suddenly Thor threw his hammer at the robot and smashed it to pieces.

(A couple of hours later)

You lay awake in your bed, after the events of that evening there was no sleep happening for anyone. Bruce and Tony had been arguing for over an hour before you walked away and decided you need some quiet. The whole team was fighting. The arguments went back and forth between the team and no one was listening to anyone’s opinions at that point.

As much as you knew the team was right about Tony experimenting with the scepter, you understood why he did what he did. It had always been on Tony’s shoulders, the burden that the Chitauri had brought and you could see it.

You close your eyes, trying to shut out the noise in the tower. You could still hear Thor and Tony arguing down the hall, and you assumed the others were all there voicing their opinions as well. A day that was supposed to be about celebration had turned so sour in a matter of minutes.

There was a knock on your door, you sat up in the darkness of you room and looked at the clock beside you. It was well past midnight, “Come in,” you called, half expecting it to be Natasha but to your surprise it was Steve.

“Hey, oh, sorry I didn’t know you were asleep” he said, pausing in the doorway.

“No, it’s okay, I couldn’t sleep even if I wanted to” you replied turning on the side lap, “What’s wrong?”

“Can I sit?” he asks, gesturing at the bed.

You nod and move up so Steve could join you. He seemed so calm in the face of this situation, sometimes you wondered how he did it.

“How are things out there?” you ask him

Steve sighed, “Not great, we are going to regroup in the morning figure out a plan of attack then. I think everyone is a little exhausted and its hindering their thinking.”

You looked at him, in the pale glow of your side light Steve looked so incredibly handsome. He had dirt smudges on his face and shards of something in his hair from fighting the legionnaire, you absentmindedly reached up and brushed the dirt from his hair, your hand trailing down to the smudge on his jawline. Your hand lingered a little longer than it should have on his face and your eyes met, Steve was about to say something but then he stopped himself and just leaned in closer till your faces were inches away from each other.

Your heart was racing, you were pretty sure he could hear it at this point, it was so loud. What the hell is happening you thought, your hand dropped down into his muscular chest, you could feel his hammering heartbeat beneath his ribcage and then in a moment that felt like an eternity, Steve leaned in closer and softly placed his lips onto yours.

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‘You got a lousy taste in men, kid. He’s not so bad…He’s got a temper, but deep down he’s all fluff. Fact is he’s not like anybody I’ve ever known…All my friends are fighters….And here comes this guy who spends his life avoiding the fight because he knows he’ll win. Sounds amazing. He’s also a huge dork…Chick’s dig that.’

After School Help (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

Originally posted by fuckyeahanthonyramos

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Requested?: Day Five of my write-a-thon!

Prompt: You’re the teacher’s aide for Anthony’s Acting class.

Words: 1200+

Warnings: Colege AU, Fluff

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You were the teacher’s aide at a college in New York.

You were a young woman who just turned twenty-six three months ago. You had a bachelor’s degree in Musical Theatre from the same college you had a job at now. You had gotten laid off from your job at your stepmom’s nail salon so you had to go hunting for a steady paying job, which ended up being the teacher aide for your old college musical theater teacher. You simply adored Professor LePore’s class and was very happy when your application got accepted. You’ve been working this job for the past eight months. It was pretty easy to work; grade papers, give advice to the class as a Musical Theatre graduate and go run errands for LePore. Since it was a hands-on curriculum, the class was mainly in the Performing Arts Center or the Gym, which left you in a silent classroom during class hours most of the time.

Without realizing it, you caught the attention of one of the Seniors. 

Anthony Ramos was a Musical Theatre major. He was in LePore’s fourth class of the day. He was one of the top performers in all of LePore’s classes. He seemed like a cool guy. You overheard one of his conversations with some classmates and he actually told some pretty good jokes. His voice had a nice tone, like your favorite song or just relaxing music. You could listen to him talk all day. Anthony wasn’t ugly either. He was actually really cute in your opinion. He had curly dark hair, warm hazel eyes, and a face of freckles. He had a beautiful smile too. Anthony could just smile and it would brighten up your whole day. He was one of the main reasons you looked forward to coming in for work. 

It was a sunny Friday afternoon. The last bell of the day rang ten minutes ago and you were still finishing up organizing LePore’s filing cabinet when there was a knock on the door. You turned and saw Anthony standing in the open doorway with a nervous smile on his bright red face. You felt your cheeks heat up as you slowly stood up and turned to face him. You slapped on a smile and raised your hand for a handshake. 

“Hello…“ You greeted, pretending to try and remember the name that couldn’t leave your thoughts. “Ramos, right?” 

Anthony nervously chuckled, taking your hand lightly and shaking it briskly. “You can just call my Anthony, (Y/N).”

Your blush grew brighter as you pulled your hand away. “You know my name?”  

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah. LePore likes to use you as an example during class. She treats you like a prized child or something.” 

You’ll have to thank LePore later. “I see,” You murmured. You then leaned back on LePore’s desk until you were basically sitting on it. “How can I help you, Anthony?” 

“Well, I need help with rehearsing my lines for the school musical going on next week,” Anthony explained. “I got the lead role and it involves me dancing and singing since it’s a, you know, musical.” 

“You need me to rehearse the lines or the dance?” You asked. 

“Both, actually,” Anthony confessed, followed by a nervous chuckle. “I work better with a partner.” 

You felt your blush come back full force. You haven’t sung and dance for a musical since your high school version of Wicked where you played Elphaba. You were a bit rusty but you could try if you wanted to. 

“Yeah, sure.” You breathed out after a few moments of silence. “I’d love to help you.” 

Anthony grinned brightly. “Awesome. You won’t regret it.” He then stepped out, motioning for you to follow him. 

You followed him out of the main building and down the cement path to the PAC. The back door was propped open by a metal door stopper. You followed Anthony into the open doorway and down a hallway to the main stage. Some Theater Tech students were in the audience either fiddling with technology or on their phones texting. You saw Anthony’s stuff on the edge of the stage, as if he was here for some time before coming to get you. 

“Are you in Theater Tech, Anthony?” You asked, peering down at the Tech kids. 

“Yup. Thought it would be a good backup just in case my Theatre career never takes off.” 

You nodded subconsciously as Anthony handed you an extra copy of the musical’s script. The musical was In The Heights, one of your favorite musicals from the early 2000’s. Anthony got the role of Usnavi and he wanted you to play Vanessa. You saw the musical about six times last year when it came out so you knew all the songs and scenes by heart. This was going to be a piece of cake. 

“Okay,” Anthony took his place on the left side of the stage. “Let’s start with the opening and make our way down the list, okay?” 

You nodded and Anthony looked up and gave a thumbs up to someone in the control room, who gave a thumbs up back and played the soundtrack. As the song went through, the Tech kids came up on stage and played the parts of Benny, Sonny, the Rosarios, and all the other parts needed for In The Heights. You knew the cues for Vanessa and you went on when you were needed and sang the correct parts, not going too overboard and not too lousy. The Tech kids knew the musical but didn’t know most of the cues but that was understandable. Anthony was a really good Usnavi and Anthony complimented your Vanessa.

You managed to finish Carnival de Barrio before Anthony decided that was all for the day. You were hot and sweaty but still had that adrenaline from performing running through your veins. Anthony grabbed his stuff and escorted you back to LePore’s classroom. When you got there, you grabbed your bag and phone before you were ‘assaulted’ by Anthony grabbing your hips and his lips locking with yours. You were taken aback by this action but managed to place your phone on the desk behind you and wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him from pulling away. Anthony walked forward, making you back up until you hit the desk behind you. 

That was when Anthony pulled away, leaving only a few inches of space in between you. You took your arms away from his neck and he slowly let go of your hips. He took a step back and you stood straight, grabbing your phone and stuffing it in your back pocket. You then got an idea, taking out a sharpie from your bag and taking Anthony’s arm, scribbling something on the inside of his arm. You pulled away he saw that you had written your phone number with a ‘XOXO’ following it. He looked up and you saw that same intoxicating smile you adore, making your face turn red. 

“Call me sometimes, okay Ramos?” You said as you pressed a kiss on his cheek and walked out of the classroom. 

You heard him yell a ‘Yes!’ and cheer to himself in the empty classroom, making you giggle as you walked out of the building’s doors and into the late afternoon sun.

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Favorite Scenes: Peter Shoots Broyles during Of Human Action (2.07)

[Peter shoots Broyles]

Sir!

He took Peter.  Go after them.

Sir, we need to stop the bleeding.

The bullet went clean through, and I said go!

See what happens when you get out from behind the desk?

I’ve been shot before.

First time by one of the good guys, though.  Lucky for me you’re a lousy shot.

The kid wanted to shoot you in the head.  Lucky for you I was able to pull it off-center a bit.

You’re gonna hold this over my head for a long time, aren’t you?

Somehow, you’ll make it up to me. the head.

I Don’t Share (Jin)

Drabble game!

Send me a number + member and I’ll write you something!

Request : I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.

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Member requested : Jin

All eyes were on Jin. He looked around and shrugged, leaning forward to the girl to his right. The crowd hooted and yelled and he smashed his lips against hers, cupping the back of her neck with his hand as he moved his lips against hers. You felt your face heat up; you weren’t sure whether it was anger or embarrassment as you got up and left the room.

Okay, so it was spin the bottle at a massive house party. And alright, maybe you and Jin weren’t a thing yet. But you both knew it was inevitable. The way he always texted you, flirted with you, even his friends knew. And you had no place left in your mind for doubt about how strongly you felt about him. So why the hell had he made out with this girl right in front of you again? You could hear the crowd in the room get louder, and you felt sick, not wanting to know what Jin was doing to please the crowd now. You made your way over to the other end of the house, trying to look for Jungkook. Where is that guy when I need him most? Jeon Jungkook was your best friend since middle school, and right now, what you most needed was a little comfort. The rage burning hot in your chest, leaving a bad taste in your mouth, you looked around for your nearly 6 foot tall best friend until you finally spotted him. He was talking up some girl again, leaning in flirtatiously, and you rolled your eyes, dragging him away by the hand in the middle of their conversation.

“Hey, hey, hey! Woman, can you never see when I’m in the middle of something?” Jungkook whined over the extremely loud music. You rolled your eyes.

“Okay, so I need your help with something.” He groaned, before nodding once. You saw Jin at the other end of the room, and grinned. You both made eye contact for a second before you looked away, pretending like he wasn’t there. You took Jungkook by the collar and dragged him into one of the rooms before shutting the room door tight.

“Okay, so when if you’re done treating me like garbage, you’ll tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s an experiment,” you explained, messing up his hair, popping open a button or two. He raised an eyebrow.

“And why does that involve me?” You sighed, sending your own hair in a bit of a toss, setting your dress just a little askew.

“I need to make Jin jealous, okay? He made out with another girl.” Jungkook’s eyes widened.

“He did what? I’m going to break his jaw-” You stopped him before he exited.

“Trust me, this plan is better. We need to look like we made out, Kookie-ah. Hold still,” you said, whipping out your tinted lip gloss, smothering it over his face. He flinched, letting you.

“The final touch; we both have to hold our breath till we’re red in the face.” Two minutes later, you both exited, Jungkook mumbling something about things he did for the sake of friendship, and you grinning from ear to ear. Jin watched from a distance, ready to throw something.

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Jin was holding his glass of alcohol in one hand, glaring over at you and Jungkook. Just friends, huh? I always knew that lousy kid had something more than friendship on his mind. Jin found himself nearly crushing the cup he was holding when Hoseok walked up beside him.

“Will you stop that?” Jin whipped around.

“Stop what?”

“Gawking.” Jin huffed.

“I’m not gawking, Hoseok.” Hoseok rolled his eyes.

“I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.” Jin sighed, running his hands through his hair as he saw you laugh with Jungkook. He hadn’t missed any of it; the messed up clothes and hair, her lip gloss on his face.

“It’s a bit of both, actually. Excuse me a moment.” Jin had just seen you lean into Jungkook’s ear and whisper something and he had laughed, and Jin had drawn the line. He walked up to the two of you, grabbing your wrist. Jungkook’s eye glazed over in anger.

“Hey buddy, watch it. That’s my best friend you’re man handling.” Jin let go, a low growl escaping his lips.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Hey, whoa. Jin, let’s talk.” You stepped in before anything got worse. You dragged him off into the room you had got Jungkook in and slammed the door shut. You were burning with irritation.

“What was that all about?” Jin widened his eyes.

“What the hell was that stint with Jungkook all about in here? What did you guys do?” Jin’s voice had dropped several octaves, laced in danger. You kept you calm; you were good at situations like this.

“That’s for me and Kookie to know.” Jin’s eyes flashed, and he took a step towards you.

“You know how I feel about you, babe. And I. Don’t. Like. To share.” He punctuated every word with a step towards you, till your bodies were lined up against the wall.

“Well then,” you whispered. “Why don’t you do something about it?” Hunger flashed in his eyes as he dipped his head to meet your lips.

Five minutes later, Hoseok walked in. “Jin, I’ve been-whoa. Weren’t you guys fighting?” He smirked.

“Occupied,” Jin growled, and Hoseok backed out, shutting the door. Relationships like that, Hoseok found himself thinking, were a fricking roller coaster, but Jin wouldn’t have it any other way.

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anonymous asked:

If They Had A Kid... Saji & Lousie

Send me a pairing and I’ll fill this out with what their kid would be like!

  • Name: Kinue
  • Gender: Girl
  • General appearance: Blond hair and hazel eyes.
  • Personality:  A bit of a brat and LOUD. Bossy and unwilling to listen. Can be sweet and caring when she wants to be.
  • Special Talents: Actually a VERY good leader.
  • Who they like better: Dad, the push over.
  • Who they take after more: The worst parts of both her parents, but mostly mom.
  • Personal headcanon: Spoiled rotten by both parents. When she gets older she really grows up, and her kinder side shows throw a LOT more. She actually takes after her dad’s sister, once she stops fooling around anyway.
  • Face Claim:
Romanoff and Banner: Bar Scene
  • <p> <b>Bruce Banner:</b> How does a nice girl like you wind up in place like this?<p/><b>Natasha Romanoff:</b> A fella done me wrong.<p/><b>Bruce Banner:</b> You got lousy taste in men, kid.<p/><b>Natasha Romanoff:</b> Well, he’s not so bad. He’s got a temper, but deep down he’s all fluff. Fact is, he’s not like anyone I’ve ever known.<p/><b></b> All my friends are fighters, but this guys spends his time avoiding fights because he knows he’ll win.<p/><b>Bruce Banner:</b> He sounds amazing.<p/><b>Natasha Romanoff:</b> He’s also a huge dork. Chicks dig that. So, what do you think? Should I fight this? Or should I run with it?<p/><b>Bruce Banner:</b> Run with it, right? Or…what did he do that was so wrong?<p/><b>Natasha Romanoff:</b> Not a single thing, but never say never…<p/></p>