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Can’t Escape Myself [Demon!Finn; Part 1/2]

Requested, #357: “When is a monster not a monster?” “When you love it.” - Demon!Finn (Prompt from here.)

Author Note: So this is a Demon!Finn AU type story. It was inspired somewhat by the way the TV show Charmed was explained. This is my first AU style story and I hope it flows well. It’s really long, like 6000 words long.

There will be a Part Two. And it will have a lot more Demon!Finn, and a lot more…intimacy. ;)


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Arms wide open, I stand alone.
I’m no hero, and I’m not made of stone.
Right or wrong, I can hardly tell.
I’m on the wrong side of heaven, and the righteous side of hell.

When you met Finn, he had been the definition of a total sweetheart. You’d been at a bar/restaurant with friends, at the bar part, of course. While waiting to order your drink, you’d been smashed into by some random. Finn had been the one to steady you on your feet and ask if you were OK. That had led to chit-chat, then to a conversation, and on to your group sitting with his group to enjoy the night.

He’d been practically bashful when he asked you out on your first date, and equally adorable throughout the occasion.

As you got to know Finn, you found him entirely endearing and enjoyed listening to him tell stories of his life in Ireland and his travels for wrestling. When you spoke about your own life, his gaze never left your face, and he always had questions to ask of you. There was a gentleness to him, from his voice to his eyes to his smile. He made you feel safe, supported, wanted.

The months passed easily, with the two of you seeing each other with every opportunity. Finn traveled for work, but on average, you were together most nights of the week. It alternated between your place and his.

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The Sunrise (Sirius Black x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Originally posted by nellaey

Part 2
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Request by Anonymous: Hey, so I know you mainly focus on Newt Scamander imagines but I was wondering if you would consider doing a Sirius Black x hufflepuff reader imagine? Like where he stereotypes hufflepuffs as lazy and boring and stuff? K LOVE YOU THANKS

Word Count: 2, 004

Warnings: None

A/N: Don’t judge, I’ve never written Sirius before.
This is a shorter imagine.
I FINALLY UPDATED THANK GOD.

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Sirius had to admit, Hogwarts was creepy when it was silent. He glanced at his watch; 5:57am. Four minutes since he had decided to sneak out from the Gryffindor dorms. He had lain in his bed since 5am, unable to fall asleep again. He didn’t know why he had woken up, perhaps by the joint force of James’ and Peter’s snores. He was so bored, he had to go do something and he knew he’d feel bad if he woke up any of his friends, so he decided to go break some rules and sneak out, still in his pyjamas. The sun hadn’t risen yet and the school was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the tip of his wand. He made sure to be quiet as he walked down the many hallways, and to keep the wand away from the paintings that lined the walls, so as to not wake them up.

He was walking down a hallway to go prank a particularly nasty teacher in his classroom, when he heard a cheeky giggle he knew all too well. He mumbled a curse under his breath and turned into the courtyard, dashing behind a tree. That damn poltergeist. Apparently he didn’t take any break from causing trouble, even in the small hours of the morning. Sirius knew that if Peeves saw or heard him he’d run to tell the Bloody Baron and Sirius would be in a world of trouble for sneaking out, so he held his breath and kept perfectly still. As much as he liked to make people believe that detentions didn’t bother him, he’d prefer not to get one. He stayed in his spot until the silence reassured him that the poltergeist had gone and he breathed a sigh of relief, his breath fogging up in the chilly morning air.

“Peeves rarely comes down to this part of the castle.” A voice said, making him jump. He looked around for the source of the voice and his eyes landed on you, already in your Hufflepuff robes, sitting under a tree with a book in one hand and your lit wand in your other, your eyes still on the book. “Something or someone must have lured him here.” You said, looking at him now and raising an accusatory eyebrow. He was confused as to why you were sitting on the cold ground when there was a perfectly good bench a few feet away from you, but he shook it off and gave you one of his signature smirks.

“Couldn’t have been me. Though Hufflepuffs aren’t exactly known to be stealthy, must have been you he followed.” He said, enjoying how he made you grit your teeth in annoyance. He already knew he’d enjoy bugging you.

“It couldn’t have been me because I’ve been here since 5 and I come here often and he’s never found me.” You said, trying to keep your calm. You were usually a nice, calm person but the second someone insults your house, your temper shortens by a half. Sirius was surprised anyone woke up that early to sneak out and consequently break many rules, especially a Hufflepuff.

“What’s a Hufflepuff doing out of the den before noon?” He asked, now leaning on the tree, arms crossed. You pursed your lips angrily.

“Wow, in the space of 10 seconds you’ve managed to insult both me and my house twice.” You said.

“It’s truly a gift.” He said, grinning at your annoyed expression.

“Truly.” You grumbled sarcastically, turning back to your book. He took this time to properly look at you. You didn’t seem too bothered by the cold air (and the cold ground you were sitting on) nor did you look tired, even though you had woken up pretty early. The light from your wand was making your H/C hair shine and E/C eyes sparkle, though that may have just been your irritation. Sirius had to admit, you were pretty and he wondered why he’d never seen you before. He had quite an eye for pretty girls, and that you hadn’t caught his or vice versa bewildered him. You looked around his age, which stumped him even more. “Stop staring at me.” You said, not looking at him. His heavy gaze making you feel uncomfortable.

“How old are you?” He asked out of nowhere. Your gaze turned to him at his random question. You decided not to comment on it.

“Sixteen.” You answered, deciding to just answer his questions without much conversation. You really didn’t feel like talking to him, for multiple reasons. The great Sirius Black was known for his trouble and he really didn’t seem like a nice person. So, he thought, you were the same age as him, same year, so how has he never noticed you?

“What’s your name?” He asked. You sighed at his continuation of this strange conversation you were having.

“Y/F/N.” You said.

“Y/F/N…?”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.” He stayed quiet for a moment, making you gaze at him suspiciously. “Ok, what?” You finally asked.

“I don’t remember you.” He said, looking genuinely distressed. He prided himself in his knowledge of everyone, something he frequently used to his advantage when he wanted something. You snorted, typical Sirius Black, sitting on his little throne, completely oblivious to others. You didn’t really know what you expected though, from a person who finds amusement in teasing others and flirting with girls without it actually leading anywhere.

“I’m not surprised.” You said, giving him a disapproving look. The corners of his lips quirked upwards, completely unaffected by your words.

“And why is that?” He asked, walking over to you and plopping down on the ground across from you, a little too close for comfort. You narrowed your eyes at him and placed your book down.

“Well why should I not be? I really can’t imagine you paying any attention to someone who wasn’t fawning over you or who wasn’t your current victim.”

“A little teasing doesn’t do anyone any harm, Huffles.” You clenched your jaw at the nickname.

“Tell that to the first years crying in their beds because all the older kids just find it so funny that their textbooks keep running away.”

“You’re such a Hufflepuff.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“And you’re just an arrogant Gryffindor. Always the centre of attention, hm?”

“It’s not my fault I’m popular.” You gave a frustrated sigh.

“It’s pointless arguing with you.” You replied. He grinned widely at you. Despite your obvious attempts to drive him away, Sirius was thoroughly enjoying his time with you. You were especially feisty for a Hufflepuff and different from anyone he’s spoken to before. Most girls were flirty and giggly around him and the few that weren’t interested in him, he’d never felt drawn to. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” He asking, smirking.

“Stop doing that with your face.”

“What? Smiling? I thought Hufflepuffs were all about the smiles.”

“Not when they’re creepy.”

“You offend me, Huffles.” He said, pouting. “I’ve been told I have quite a nice smile.”

“The people who told you that didn’t know how to let you down easily.” You quipped, flashing him a smirk of your own.

“You’re mean for a Hufflepuff.” He remarked, making you groan.

“Stop with the Hufflepuff shaming.” You exclaimed. “Hufflepuff is a great house.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it is. Wasn’t it Helga Hufflepuff who literally said ‘and I’ll take the rest’ when the founders where creating the houses?” He asked, raising his eyebrows at you. You glowered at him. You were actually starting to have an okay time until he said that.

“Helga Hufflepuff wanted a house where everyone fit in without having to prove that they’re the smartest or the bravest or the most cunning.” You said angrily. “Hufflepuffs are supposed to be kind and brave and loyal, nowhere does it say that they’re boring or lazy or push overs. We are smart and brave and kind and the only area we’re lacking in is producing dark wizards. And the second someone insults us, we protect fiercely.”

“Well, the last part is definitely true in your case.” He said. You gave him a small smile, embarrassed by your outburst. “Nice speech by the way.”

“Thanks, I’m actually considering being a motivational speaker.” You said sarcastically, pretending to be thoughtful. He smirked smugly at you, noticing that you were becoming more comfortable with him.

“You know, you haven’t actually told me what you’re doing out here so early.” He asked. The playful look on your face was suddenly replaced by a bashful one.

“I like to watch the sunrise.” You said quietly. The smirk fell from his face at your genuine response. He lowered his head, his hair falling to hide his face. You bit your lip nervously. “I know it’s stupid, I just-“

“No, no-” Sirius cut you off, reaching for your hand. Your mouth shut, surprised by the sudden sincere emotion. “I mean, it’s not stupid. I-“ He hesitated and paused for a minute. You gave his hand a light squeeze. His gaze flickered away and his hand slipped out of yours, making you miss it’s warmth. You scolded yourself. No, you don’t want Sirius to hold your hand. You don’t, you don’t, you don’t. Sirius cleared his throat, his signature smirk coming back. You frowned, you knew what that smirk meant and you didn’t want it. You liked the genuine Sirius, the one that you didn’t think many people saw. “So do you come here often?”

“Just on Wednesdays. I find that sunrises are prettiest on Wednesdays.” You said. He looked at you amusedly, raising a questioning eyebrow. You just shrugged in response. Suddenly you saw the first rays of light appear over the walls of the courtyard. You shushed Sirius, despite him not actually saying anything, making him chuckle, and pointed behind him. He turned around, scooting next to you and leaned his back on the tree,

You both watched the sun rise, watched the vibrant colours of orange and pink softly spread across the sky. You both saw how the light chased the darkness of the night away and welcome the new day with brilliant hues of red. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. Watching the sunrise always filled you with a certain hope. You turned slightly to look at Sirius, his eyes on the sky. You were surprised to find a look of awe on his face, mouth slightly ajar. He looked open and vulnerable, you had to bite your lip to stop your smile from growing even more at the sight of this Sirius. Expression not hidden by a smirk or a witty remark.

He turned to look at you, catching you looking at him. You didn’t mind though when you saw him reciprocate your large grin. No smug look, no teasing words, just wonderment. You admired how the sun made his dark eyes and hair shine, a stark contrast to his usual ‘dark, bad boy’ look. What you didn’t know was that he was marvelling at you too, how your beautiful smile lit up your kind and passionate face and how your hair swayed slightly in the cool morning breeze. He snapped out of his trance and looked away, deciding to rest his gaze on the sunrise, the other beautiful sight before him.

“You know, Huffles,” he said, “you’re not so bad for a Hufflepuff.” You laughed and nudged his shoulder slightly. This time, he was grinning in triumph for making you laugh. He also didn’t try to push down the way his heart squeezed at the gentle sound.

“Prick.” You retorted, making him laugh at your weak insult. You sat in silence for a while longer. “You’re not so bad for a Gryffindor yourself.” You said, keeping your gaze on the sky despite you feeling his eyes on you.

“I’ll accept that.” Sirius said, giving a deep sigh.

“Nice PJ’s by the way.” You said, glancing at his dark blue pyjamas and making him burst into laughter.

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Aaaah, I don’t know. How was that? Was it good? I’ve never tried writing Sirius before. Did I do ok? I don’t know, please tell me. Part 2 maybe? If you want? I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading.

Constructive criticism is welcome.

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Mockingjay Manor - Ch 3

Chapter One /// Chapter Two

We asked, you voted and in a narrow-ish 27-19 decision, you’ve chosen to send Katniss and Peeta off to look for their friends again (despite my best attempts to get y’all to vote for spooky house smut!) This week, the lovely @albinokittens300 takes up the story. Let’s see what happens next in Mockingjay Manor, shall we?

 As always, you have 48 hours to vote (in the comments or reblogs, NOT in the tags!), until Noon EDT on Thursday, September 14th.



“Something doesn’t feel right here. We should find Finnick and Johanna and stick together. We can split back up tomorrow, when it’s brighter. It’s no use trying to investigate anything in the dark like this anyway,” I reason. Despite the creepy chirping, we shouldn’t make assumptions. It’s dark and we can only see what falls within the flashlight beam from his phone.

Peeta sees the sense of what I’m saying and nods, responding quickly, "They were in the west wing. Let’s head that way.”

We head back the way we came, but don’t get very far before I hear the bird song again. It’s quiet, but seems very close. This time, once the last notes are sung, several loud bangs echo in the rooms, created by something obviously much larger than a song bird. Peeta gasps and both of us freeze in our tracks.

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The Pencil- CH

Originally posted by downunderhood

Prompt: I lent you my cool pencil months ago, and you still use it

Warnings: none:)

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: So this doesn’t follow the prompt exactly, but it was what I got the idea from, so I thought that I’d include it, enjoy:))) Also this is my first time putting my work on here, so if anyone has any advice, I would really appreciate it!! 

    “And that, ladies and gentlemen is the central dogma of Chemistry,” your boring teacher drones, trying desperately to make the course more bearable. You sit with your head propped up by your hand, wondering how it was only first period and you’re already bored to death. Interrupting the lecture is a knock at the door. Your teacher sighs, moving towards the door. A bright-cheeked boy is revealed at the opening. His curly brown hair points in every direction, his shirt is slightly off kilter and a late pass is crumpled up in his right hand. He smiles sheepishly at your teacher.

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Party Foul

A/N: This is the third scenario I’ve written. This scenario was better in my head~ but enjoy this late night garbage  💖

Lmao when I typed ‘third’ I accidentally typed ‘thirst’

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Theme: Collage AU, (briefly) Fuckboy Jungkook.

It was your typical beginning of the year college party.  

My roommate scored an invite from an upperclassman, to which she invited me, and when I expressed my lack of interest in drinking and parties she told me I had to go because I was her designated babysitter for the evening.

“C’mon, someone has to make sure I don’t end up naked on a kitchen table,” she paused, “or end up fair game to every drunk, horny frat boy.” When I ignored her she dropped her arms at her sides with a huff, “Pleeaseee,” she pouted, “Can’t you just like, not drink?” I asked, getting up from my desk. “You know what happens at parties, Y/N. You make a promise not to drink and the next thing you know you wake up the next morning with a wicked hangover in someone else’s bed. Once you step foot into a party your self control goes out the window.” I sighed, “Fine, fine, I’ll go. I’ll make sure you don’t get hammered and that you come home.” She grinned, clasping her hands together. “You’re the best!” “I know.”

I started getting ready, “Are you going all out?” I asked, glancing over at my roomie who was frantically sorting through clothes. “Well duh, is there any other way to dress for a party?” she giggled, pulling out a skin tight maroon tube dress and a black shawl, “Does that mean I have to go all out?” I asked, watching her pick up a pair of black lacey heels. “Well yeah, you have to look hot too, it’s like a girl code.”  “I guess I missed out on reading the bitch bible.” I chuckled.  

I changed into a purple tank top that plunged into a deep v, tucking it into a leather mini skirt. I slipped on my leather jacket and started to put on my heeled boots, “Hey Vi, do you have lip gloss I can use? Preferably clear or lightly tinted.” “Yeah, here,” she came out of the bathroom, I looked up at her as I was zipping the side of my boot, “Wow Vi, you look-” “Hot? I know, and so do you, and kind of badass at the same time.” She winked at me as she handed me her lip gloss, “Thanks,” I grinned.

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As soon as we arrived I regretted it, but seeing as we were already here it was too late to back out, plus I would have a guilty conscious if she did something embarrassing and I wasn’t here to stop it.  

We both walked into the crowded living area, arm in arm, she turned to grin at me, “I know you don’t want to be here but thank you for coming with me.” I sighed and rolled my eyes playfully, “Yeah yeah,” She swatted my arm, breaking away from me to go grab a drink. I looked around, seeing a few familiar faces from my classes or around campus, my gaze falling on a particular face, one that belonged to none other than Jeon Jungkook- college fuckboy. I watched as he was engaged in a conversation with a few other boys, shaking his dark fringe out of his eyes. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, I admit. He brought a bottle of beer up to his lips, taking a sip, I traced his jawline with my eyes as he tilted his head back, then I found myself staring at his adams apple as he swallowed.  

I released the breath I was holding, cringing at the fact I just gawked at him in spite of disliking him. I wandered off to the kitchen, hopefully to find a bottle of water or something else non-alcoholic. When I arrived in the kitchen I saw Vi standing in the corner talking to the guy who invited her, drink in hand- that’s right a drink, no alcohol- I took note that the drinks were being managed by someone. “Hey do you have anything without alcohol?” I asked, the drink tender flashed me a smile, “Designated driver?” I nodded, “Yeah something like that,” I smiled, looking over the array of alcohol displayed on the table. “We have bottled water, cherry pepsi, annnd, well yeah that’s the safe stuff.” he gave a soft laugh, “So what will it be, hun?” he asked, a rectangle grin spreading across his face. “Can I have cherry pepsi, please.” I gave him my best charming smile, to which he somehow smiled wider, “Of course, one cherry pepsi for the lady.” he handed me a can.  

“Hey Tae can you hand me another beer?” Someone asked, coming up from behind me, I moved to the side to get out of his way, “Sure thing, Jeon.” I looked up at him, seeing it was, in fact Jeon, the same person I had been embarrassingly gawking at upon my arrival. “Here you go, one beer.” The drink tender, Tae, said.  

“Staring isn’t polite,” Jeon said, winking and flashing me a smirk as he walked away. “You don’t stare you observe,” Vi said, coming up and draping an arm around me, “I don’t like what I’m observing so far.” I said throwing her a look, she gave me a smile and a squeeze, “Tae, was it? Hit me with a shot.” She said, “Please,” I elbowed her, “Please,” she mocked with a smile. Tae handed her a shot and she threw it back, and handed him the glass. She started to walk away, towards the living room, “Behave yourself,” I called out, she threw her hand up in a wave, acknowledging she heard me. “Ohh, you’re the designated babysitter,” Tae said, giving me a teasing smile. “Yeah, I always am,” I said, popping the tab on my soda, “Can’t you guys like, rock-paper-scissors it out?” he asked, wiping out the shot glass Vi just used. “Well I don’t drink so, there isn’t a point in arguing.” I said, taking a sip. “Ahh, I see~” he said, stacking the little glass with the others. “I’m going to go follow her around, I’ll probably be back for water soon,” I said, he gave me a half smile, raking his gaze down my figure, “Alrighty~ please do.”

I wandered back out to the living area, looking around for Vi, but I don’t see her. I groaned internally, walking further into the hoard of people.  

Great now I have to go on a goose hunt.  

I stop at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at the hallway of doors.

There’s no way she’s that drunk yet.  

“Looking for someone?” The voice I recognized as Jeon’s asked from behind me, I turned to face him. “Yeah…my friend disappeared.” I mumbled, walking back towards the crowd, “And who is that?” he asked, following close behind. “Tight red dress, long dark hair.” “Vi?” he asked, “She’s outback,” he said, “Oh, Thanks~” I said throwing him a small smile over my shoulder, pushing my way to the outside.  

I broke through the crowd, ending up on the back porch. “Wow it’s so much cooler out here,” I whispered to myself, taking off my jacket to allow the cool air to get to my back and arms. “woohoo! take! it! off!” Vi said, coming up to pull me over to a beer pong set up. “Alright so, you’re gonna throw the balls into the cups and this nice guy is gonna drink whatever you score.” she said, gesturing to some random guy who was eyeing her up with a creepy grin. “What.” I gave her a blank look, “why?” “Because you have good aim, so you’re gonna win for me,” she said, “Win? You can’t win at beer pong.” I said, glancing at the table of cups, noticing they’re arranged in triangles, the top point of the triangles connecting with the same cup. “You do when you go against someone.” She said, grinning at me, I groaned, “What if I lose?” I asked, hoping she didn’t bet herself. “Whatever the winner wants, and it goes for you too. But the catch is you do it blindfolded, from 5 feet away, and you can’t land in your own cups.” she explained quickly, “That’s kind of complicated.” “You’ll do great,” She said, grabbing both my shoulders.

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She put the blindfold on, and positioned me, and one after one handed me the pingpong balls.

After what felt like forever, which was actually only 20 some minutes, she took off my blindfold, “Do you want the good news or bad news?” She asked, cringing when I gave her a pointed look. “Bad news,” I said, glaring at her. “You lost…by one ball.” “Okay, good news?” I asked with a sigh. “The person you lost against is totally hot, so take advantage of this situation and get your groove on.” I nodded, “Great. You bet me to be fair game with some horny frat guy, which I’m here to protect you from.” I scoffed, narrowing my eyes at her. “He isn’t creepy or weird! Plus it was his idea, so be mad at him,” she said, pointing to my competitor. I glanced over to see Jeon, with a smug look on his face. She lent in to whisper to me, “He’s really sexy and girls throw themselves at him all the time, but he specifically requested to play with you,” she pulled away, winking at me. “Was that your attempt at making me feel okay with this?” I asked, an amused grin tugged at the corner of my mouth, “You’re really fucking lucky I love you, Vi.” I shook my head.  

“Alright kid, let’s get this over with.” I said, giving him a grin as walked over to him. “What is it you want? 7 minutes in heaven? A dance? ” I asked, stopping in front of him. He tilted his head to the side and grinned, I couldn’t help but to feel like I was suddenly under a magnifying glass. I nervously scratched the inside of my palm. “How about we just see where the night goes,” he ducked his head to be level with me, “I know you don’t drink, but you suggested a dance, let’s start with that?” He asked, giving me an alluring look. “Okay, a dance works,” I answered. “Then, shall we?” he gestured towards the house, “Sure, I’m gonna grab a bottle of water first,” I said, starting off towards the house, giving Vi one last look.  

I stopped in front of Tae and his table of drinks, “Hey, love~” he greeted me with a smile, “Well aren’t you sweet on the ladies.” I smiled back, meeting his eyes, “What can I get you?” “What do I want or what did I come to get?” I joked, “How about both and we’ll meet in the middle.” he flashed me a grin, “Well I want four shots of vodka, but I’ll settle for water, they’re both clear, it’s a good compromise.” I gave a soft smile. “Is the party getting to be too much for you?” he asked, pulling a bottle of water out of a cooler under the table. “Yeah I got caught up in something I didn’t ask to be a part of,” I took the bottle from him, pressing it to the side of my face. “Well I am the ‘bar tender’, and bar tenders are basically therapists, want to tell me about it?” he asked, tilting his head to the side with a soft smile. “Well, my friend bet me in a game of beer pong and lost,” I said, running a hand through my hair, “And now I have to play some college version of seven minutes of heaven.” I chuckled, looking down at my feet.

“It’s Jeon, isn’t it?” He asked, a grin splaying across his lips. I looked at him, “I’m guessing this happens a lot,” I said, “He’s known for pulling stupid party tricks like this, usually he picks the willing ones, the ones that throw themselves at his feet.” Tae said, leaning against the counter. “Usually? Implying it’s different this time,” I questioned, also leaning on the counter.  

Tae took a step towards me and leaned in slightly, like he was about to tell me a secret.

“Well, you’re…different.” He said, “that meaning?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows in question. “You aren’t just some party slut, you’re out of your element here and from what I’ve heard from Vi you don’t fall easy prey to ‘horny frat boys’ at ‘annoying back to campus parties’ and you don’t drink- and as a result of that you don’t think there’s a reason to come to parties because you don’t get anything out of it.” he smiled, scanning my face, I opened my mouth to ask how he knew that, “I have class with her, she was telling me all morning about how she was going to have to beg to get you here, and let’s be honest, she’s kind of an over sharer, so.” he gave me a reassuring pat on the arm. “So, how do I fit into his game then?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder towards the living room- where I’m supposed to be right now. “Because you’re hot and you aren’t interested in him so it’s his goal to change that,” Tae said, also glancing at the living room. “So it’s all a game,” he laughed, “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” He said, “He cheats at whatever party game he plays, the blind fold he used in the beer pong game, it’s thin enough to be see through if it’s pulled tight enough, it’s all rigged so he can’t lose,” he finished, grinning at my shocked expression. “I’m going to kick his ass,” I said, shaking my head as I laughed lightly.

I thought for a second about his ridiculousness, before I hatched a plan, “You know Tae,” I started, glancing over my shoulder again, “I’m going to play my own little game,” I said, smirking at him. “I don’t know what you’re thinking but I’m in.” I shared my plan with Tae, “I like the way you think,” He said, “Thanks, love,” I said, winking, before leaving to find Jeon.

I found him in the living room, talking to some other guys, I approached him with a smile, “Sorry I got caught up,” I said, giving a polite smile to his friend. “I was starting to think you bailed,” he said, snaking an arm around my waist and pulling me against him, “I’ll catch up to you later, I have a date to dazzle,” Jeon said, pulling me away from his friend to the middle of the dancing crowd.

We danced for an hour, we danced all sorts of dirty, bumping and grinding, roaming hands. I turned around to face him, running my hands up his chest, shoulders, the back of his neck and through his hair. His hands slid from my hips down to my butt; I gave a breathy chuckle, “Someone’s handsy,” I whispered in his ear, leaning in close enough for my lips to brush against his ear. “What’s dirty dancing without a little touching?” He whispered back, trailing kissed from my ear towards my mouth, I placed a finger between our lips before they could touch. He smirked at me, pulling me closer somehow, even though we were already pressed flush together, “Don’t be a tease,” He said, pulling my hand away and kissing the back of it. “What if I don’t want to kiss you?” I asked, tilting my head to the side with a smirk. “Well then that’s a party foul,” He said, smirking back. “No, you know what’s a party foul?” I asked, leaning up to nip at his bottom lip, he let out a shaky breath, gripping my hips tightly, “Cheating at beer pong cause you knew I’d reject you.” I chuckled, unwrapping my arms from him, and stepping away. He gawked at me for a solid minute, before he spoke, “How did you- wait, wait, wait, so wait. Does this mean that this whole hour of you dancing with me was just to get me all worked up so you leave me?” He asked, staring at me in disbelief, “How does it feel to get played for once, Jeon?” I asked, giving him a teasing smile before walking away. “How does it feel to be a bitch?” He called after me, to which I just threw my hand up in acknowledgement.  

I wandered through the house and eventually outside, looking for Vi. I noticed on my way through the house Tae was missing from the table, I frowned, wanting to share how my plan went. Once I breached the crowd and landed back on the porch I looked around, spotting Vi sitting the lap of some guy. I cringed and started off towards her, I was stopped when a figure lurch towards me from the side, grabbing my arm. I whipped my head over as I pulled my arm out of the person’s grasp, prepared to snap at whoever it was that grabbed me. Tae stood there, with his hands up defensively “Hey, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that, I just wanted to catch you before you stepped off of the porch.” He said, a nervous smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “No, no it’s okay you just scared the hell out of me,” I laughed, bringing a hand up to cover my face, slightly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he chuckled, “Well you’re outside so I’m guessing the plan went?” he asked, his lips turning into a sly grin. “It went,” I smiled, pleased with myself.  

“And??” He asked, “I want details, love.” he grinned at me as he ushered me to follow him to the wicker love seat on the porch, I sat and looked over to make sure I could still see Vi. “Okay so like we danced for like a whole god damn hour, and eventually he started getting touchy so I figured it was time-” I told him the run down of what happened, slowly the biggest grin stretched over his mouth and he let out a laugh, “Well aren’t you a little savage,” He smiled at me, “Sometimes,” I admitted, looking back in Vi’s direction, she was still seated on someone’s lap. “She has a class at 8am, it’s almost 2, I should take her home…” I said, furrowing my eyebrows as I looked at Vi. “I know I have that unnecessarily early class with her.” He sighed, I stood up and smoothed out my skirt, “I’ll see you around,” I looked back at Tae who was still seated, “See you around~” he smiled at me. I walked over to Vi, setting a hand on her shoulder, “Hey we should go, you have to get up early hun,” I said, she groaned at me, “Fine fine,” she waved my hand away. I looked back towards the house in time to see Jeon walk out, immediately spotting Tae and walking over to him, Tae saw him coming towards him and stood up, greeting him with a crooked grin. Vi got up, much to this guys displeasure, fixed her dress and wrapped her shawl around herself. She wobbled a bit as she walked back towards the house, I stood close behind her so I could grab her if she tumbled.

As I climbed the steps of the porch I looked over at Tae, who locked eyes with me instantly. He gave me a wink and then he slapped his hand on Jeon’s shoulder, “Jeon Jungkook got his ass handed to him by a girl,” I almost stopped in my tracks as I looked back over with wide eyes, I saw Jeon lightly push him just before I walked through the back door, stretching my arm out to grab Vi’s shawl so I wouldn’t lose her in the crowd.

-

When we got home I kicked off my boots with ease where as Vi struggled to not fall on her face as she tried to take hers off, once she got them off she carefully walked towards our small sofa and flopped down on it. “I saw that you spent like 90% of the party either stalking me or chatting with that drink guy,” she said, I nodded, “Well stalking you was my job, remember?” I said, arching an eyebrow at her. “I know,” she said, yawning, “He was cute wasn’t he,” she gave me a lazy smile. “I mean yeah he was nice to look at but I’d rather peel my face off than to be around him,” I said with a light chuckle. “uhm you were basically flirting with him all night?!” she said, sitting up to look at me. “Jeon?” I asked, unzipping my skirt down its side. “No no! The drink dude,” she said, flopping back down. “Oh…Tae, yeah he was sweet.” I said, smiling to myself. “Hmm Tae, Tae…Tae,” she said his name a few times, “I’ll remember for next time,” she said, pulling the blanket off of the back of the couch covering herself with it.

-

Two days later I’m standing in the college library, walking through the rows of books, looking for the religion section.  

I saw someone pushing a cart of books and I walked towards them.

Maybe the employee can point me towards the religion isle.  

I walked around the corner of the isle, realizing the employee pushing the cart was Tae. I grinned and walked up to the cart, purposely picking up the book he had been reaching for. “Hey you,” I smiled at him, examining the back cover of the book I had picked up, “Somehow I feel like biochemics isn’t something you’d be into.” he said, leaning his elbows on the cart, smiling at me. “It’s not,” I placed the book back on the cart, “You work here?”  I asked, he grinned, “Nah I just volunteer, why?” he tilted his head to the side, “Would you mind showing me where I would find the religion area?” I asked, he nodded, “Sure thing, right this way hun,” he smiled at me, pushing off the cart and walking off, leaving the cart in the middle of an isle. “Why religion?” he asked, glancing back at me, “I’m a religion studies major,” I said, reaching out to run my fingers along the spines of the books. “Ahh, why that major?” he asked, turning down an isle, and stopping. “I like to learn about religions, their similarities and differences and such.” I answered, running a hand through my hair.  

“Sounds pretty interesting,” he said, a smile forming on his lips, “I think it is,” I smiled as I looked at the rows of books. “Hey, just a heads up, there’s a party on Friday, Vi is going to try and talk you into going,” he said, “Well then I’ll probably end up going.” I said, looking up at him.  

“Are you going to be there?” I asked, tilting my head to the side and cocking an eyebrow, “I will be,” he said, a smirk tugged at his lips, “Are you going to be playing bar tender again?” I asked, taking the time to actually look at his face. He was cute, he had warm brown eyes and tan skin kissed by the gods themselves, he had a cute freckle on his nose, and pretty pink lips. “No, I’m just attending,” he said, “If you want to talk to someone who isn’t wasted, you can always come find me~” he said, giving me a wink as he walked off. I smiled to myself as I looked at the books for the ones I wanted.  

I might enjoy this next party, after all


A/N: The ending was rushed and I didn’t proof read. Thanks for reading~

My Artistic Vision

Submitted by: http://thefeelofcacoethes.tumblr.com/

Length: Short

One of my favourite things to do is create public street art pieces. I work by the cover of darkness, never leaving my art in the same place twice. Sadly, my work is short lived, but I love the creativity, the reactions of the public, and especially the creation process!

When creating public art pieces the most important detail is the pop. The attention grabber, the head turner, the hook that drags people in with cameras and gaping mouths. Tonight I was working with a darker base than usual, to make sure my colors explode! Here’s a tip from a pro: A darker base with tones of orange, red, and yellow will look spectacular! But before the paint comes a few cosmetic details.

First, I drill a few holes into the base, and insert wooden dowels I’ve covered in glow paint and glitter. Not the most professional of mediums, but the end product will still be stunning. Next, I make a few cuts in the base, and insert colored pieces of glass I got cheap from a glass blowing studio. Bargains are an artist’s best friend, after all! After that, I string rows of fairy lights across the dowels, and into the cuts, to give a glowing, whimsical feeling. Next is my absolute favourite part: The painting!

I start out with a bright neon orange, drawing tongues fire and rivers of marigolds. Next comes a light yellow, warm sand and gold jewelry. Blood red is final, fiery and bright, with mountains of magma and fire truck feathers. Red is the easiest of colors, since I can make it from the leftover pieces of my previous art. Waste not want not, am I right?

I stand back, and survey my work. The piece glows in the rising sun, reflecting the lava-like colors of the sky. I’m so proud of this piece, it’s one of my best so far. But now I must go, so my art will remain an anonymous beauty for the public to gawk at. Perhaps I will see it in a newspaper! I don’t want to brag, but my work is featured in papers a lot . Some even in the front page! Though, I do wish the media would stop calling my work “desecrated corpses” and “gruesome murders committed over night”. 

Before I leave, I lean down and rip off the tape I placed over my base’s mouth. His teeth are colored bright pink, courtesy of yours truly. I thought it would be it nice touch. Too bad I had to put the tape on, because the pink is smudged a bit from his attempts to scream. Oh well! He stopped screaming now, and my artistic vision still survives. 

I turn to leave, but a whimper stops me. A young woman stands across the street from me, her hand over her mouth and tears streaming down her face. Good thing I decided to pack more paint today.

It’s so hard, being an anonymous street artist. No one seems to understand my vision.

Credits to: http://thefeelofcacoethes.tumblr.com/

[Victoria confronts Mr.Jefferson in his room as he’s leaving for the day]

Victoria - Look [blocks Mr.Jefferson off] I want that fucking recommendation letter, all right ?! [hard stare towards Mr.Jefferson with one eye]

Mr.Jefferson - It’s not going to happen 

Victoria- And why NOT. You’re always giving opportunities to Max

Mr.Jefferson - You’re just not…..INNOCENT…enough

Victoria - [shocked face turns to confusion mixed with disgust] What does that even MEAN

Mr.Jefferson - [coughs nervously] N..nothing [side steps Victoria and walks out of the room as Victoria gives chase]

Victoria - [quickly catches up] No,no, no [grabs Mr.Jefferson’s shirt and flips him around] What kind of creepy fetish are you pushing ?  I am one of , if not the BEST photographer in your shit class , so excuse me if my style doesn’t gel with the amazing 40 year old neck-beard’s kink

Mr. Jefferson - [looks around] We’re not talking about this here….[attempts to run again, only to be pulled back]

Victoria -Yeah we are, you creeper, I wouldn’t be surprised if you have Max locked in a basement somewhere  [shoves Mr.Jefferson into a locker, causing it to open, allowing Max to fall out]

Victoria - [gapes as Max’s eyes flutter open]

Max- [weak] He calls it the dark room…..

[Victoria immediately grabs Mr.Jefferson’s arm, twists it around his back until it snaps, and then hurls him over her back, causing him to slam against the ground and fall unconscious]

Victoria - [kneels next to Max, picking her up] I knew it all along [picks Max up] Did you hear that line about framing us in a dark corner ? [begins walking towards exit] SUPER creepy

Max- [gasps] Victoria….I need you to call the police……….

Victoria - No Max, I thought I’d leave him hanging around Blackwell so he can kill me later and bury me at the dump 

[Max gasps]

Victoria- What ? You’re looking at me like…..[turns back towards Mr.Jefferson] Oh my god, was it ….

Max- [nods]

Victoria - [sighs and looks down] I am a bad person……

Max- You didn’t know…..

Victoria - No, no. It’s still fucked up. I gotta own this

[Max shrugs]



Writing Requests are OPEN

Ranking of all Frog Emojis on emojipedia

While I admire the attempt at realism, I can’t say I agree with the result. His gaping maw looks like the entrance to hell, made all the more creepy paired with his soul-swallowing eyes. 2/10

Sweet and charming. This is the face of a friend. With only a few basic shapes in flat color, this frog is an affective example of a minimalist approach. 8/10

Simplistic, even a bit retro. Unfriendly, but not animated enough to be creepy. A sporty and neutral-faced representation. 6/10

At first glance, this frog appears friendly, but look closer and it is clear he is up to no good. Although the shading is executed well, there is something unsettling about the shape and size of his mouth. Designer is clearly unfamiliar with the uncanny valley. 4/10

Not a fan of the glossy shading or serial killer mouth OR the wide, dead eyes. This frog has killed before and you’re next. 0/10

Eyes are too large and unfriendly. Could have been cute in the hands of a better designer. 4/10

You can tell by his drooping features and liver spots that this frog is an ancient guardian of lost knowledge. I picture a designer who is an expert at rendering cartoon bulldogs, thinking “frog, huh? how hard could that be?”. The tongue is a unique touch. 5/10

Designer tried too hard to make this look like a real frog. He really wants to be your friend, but his eyes are too unsettling, his skin too glossy. Would not sit next to him at lunch. 4/10

Cute, but why is he so shocked? 7/10

I am convinced that this designer has never seen a real frog. References may have included Kermit and the Apple frog emoji, but a respectable attempt. 5/10

Well designed, but clearly a rude and judgmental guy. Does not believe in you and is NOT your friend. 6/10

Kawaii and happy to meet you. Could have been even cuter without the shading and outlines, but still good. A sweetheart and a friend. 9/10

anonymous asked:

Hello! May I request relationship headcannons with Jimin Jin and Suga from BTS and Jae from Day6? Thank you! uwu

Yeah sure! (i’m not accepting requests with day6 anymore sorry) I’m also really bad at these but here’s my attempt


A relationship with Jimin would include:

- him being really romantic

- i’m seriously not kidding jimin would love having you as his girlfriend

- when you come home after a hard day he’ll sit down and comfort you

- and when he feels stressed due to comebacks etc. you’re always there to comfort him too

- at first he might be kinda awkward when it comes to sharing his feelings but once you get him to open up he’ll be hugging you and pouring his heart out to you

- coming to every performance of his to be there and support him

- telling him that his dancing is amazing because he doubts himself sometimes

- but the reassurance is all he needs from you to make him feel better

- him sitting there playing with your hands because with you he’s not teased for his small hands

- like seriously whenever you guys are out or watching a movie or something he can’t stop touching your hands

- lowkey i feel like jimin would like when you called him by a pet name (like jagi or something)

- he wouldn’t be too keen on having couple items because i feel like he would be kinda embarrassed

- he would get jealous and insecure if he saw you having fun with another guy but afterwards you’d comfort him and he would feel better

- but when he got jealous he wouldn’t outwardly tell you but you could tell because of how he acts

- “Jimin are you jealous?”

- “No i’m fine.” he pouts

- then BAM you tell him there’s nothing to worry about and you say that the guy is just a friend

- “Okay fine but just let him touch you like that.” he smiles

- “Jimin he was just handing me my phone.”

- “Whatever you say.”

- waking up to his smile is the best thing ever

- it instantly makes your day better

- also when you wake up and see he’s still sleeping you kiss him on the lips because WHO CAN RESIST THOSE LIPS MAN

- then he wakes up and laughs out of embarrassment

- HIS EYE SMILES

- they’re so beautiful that sometimes you question how you started dating someone as perfect as jimin

- but its okay because jimin asks that same question about you too

- he fell helplessly for you

- and you fell helplessly for him

Originally posted by itschiminie

(this is so cute help me how am i supposed to write the other ones now)


A relationship with Jin would include:

- him cooking for you obviously

- you trying to cook for him but then he takes over

-him teaching you how to cook

-which may result in food fights sometimes

- him being proud of you when you finally learn how to cook eggs

- then him being competitive because you’re starting to become better than him at cooking

- trying out new recipes with him

- joining him on eat jin

- him loving to show you off to the other single members just to shove it in their faces

- “WHO SAID THE OLD MAN COULDN’T GET A BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND”

- *jungkook and taehyung slide down in their seat*

- you helping jin take care of the boys

- jin watching from afar as you scold namjoon for breaking another remote

- jin admiring how well you can get along with the other members

- jin showing you the traffic dance bc why not

- complimenting him on his singing because sometimes he can feel a bit insecure

- whenever he sings awake you’re just gawking at his amazing voice

- which of course boosts his self esteem and makes him feel better

- i feel like he would get like matching cases or like a bracelet/ring/necklace to show that you guys are together

- he would walk around telling everyone how amazing he thinks you are

- when you’re upset he dances horribly on purpose to make you smile

- he loves it when you give him back hugs because seeing your figure wrapped around his broad shoulders makes him happy that you’re all his and no one else’s

- him being the big spoon and his body protecting you from the troubles of the world

- taking you out to exotic and fancy restaurants just to try new things with you

- taking you all over the world because new place new food and it gives him an opportunity to be 10000000x more romantic than he already is

- at the end of the day he’s happy to be anywhere with you

- when you feel insecure you better bet that jin will there to comfort you and tell you that you’re beautiful

- he’ll sing, dance, and attempt to rap in order to boost your spirit

- when you steal food from his plate he whines

- “Why did you take my chickennnnn”

- “I was hungry”

- sometimes you catch him just staring at you and he doesn’t stop

- at first you found it kind of creepy but as it occurred often you saw his mesmerized face and just started to blush

- he always found you cute while you were holding up a sign at one of their concerts

- he would blow a kiss towards your direction and fans would scream thinking it was for them but secretly you both know it was from him to you

- you’ll be looking at him and smile then he just smiles back

Originally posted by bwiseoks


A relationship with Suga (Yoongi) would include:

- him showing you all the music he produces whether he thinks they’re good or bad

- taking your opinion to heart and becoming the softest person ever when you enjoy his songs

- him composing a song just for you because you’ve changed his life so much

- him being a sucker for cuddling despite his “Agust D” persona

- shamelessly doing aegyo in front of you

- “Yoongi what are you doing?”

- “I’m trying to be cute.”

- you laughing at his failed attempts of being cute

- him trying to teach you his parts in their songs

- you failing but one day you come in and perfectly rap his part

- him being surprised because how tf does someone learn the lyrics to “Agust D” in one day

- i feel like he would buy couple rings so its like really subtle that you guys are together

- although he may not show you off to others, he’s proud that he found someone like you

- him rapping so you can fall asleep

- every time he’s away you play every song he wrote for you

- him holding your hands to “keep you warm” but in reality it’s just an excuse to hold your hand

- him being super cheesy

- whenever he’s asked about you in interviews he’s just like “yep” or he’d sarcastically remark “girlfriend? I don’t know what you mean.”

- he’d love to take pictures with you and i think he would have you as his lockscreen

- even though the other members tease him for it

- when you’re sick he tries his best to help you

- he attempts to make chicken noodle soup from scratch but it doesn’t work so he just buys a can and heats it up for you

- but its okay because it’s the thought that counts

- “how much medicine do i give you?”

- “yoongi it says on the bottle.”

- “oh.”

- him making video tape logs of him talking about what happens while he’s on tour when you don’t answer his calls

- at the end of a stressed day for him all he wants to do is cuddle

- him comforting you by ordering takeout and talking about your problems

- you being the inspiration for a new song

- helping him write lyrics

- him showing you how to play the piano

- his hands over yours as he leads you on which key is what note

-him getting shy whenever you say that you love him

- his gummy smile

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Djinn AU : Part 1 - Abduction

What is a Djinn? A Djinn is a  spirit  often  capable  of  assuming  human  or  animal  form  and  exercising  supernatural  influence  over  people. Also known to some as genie’s, the Djinn is rumored to be able to grant wishes and create vivid visions.

Pairing: Jaebum + Reader

Genre: Djinn au / genie au / supernatural / angst

Warnings: strong language is used at certain points

Summary: This takes place in a world where Jaebum is a Djinn from the other realm sent to protect you from the evils of the world. But in a twist of fate, this dark Djinn grows attached to you and that might be the most dangerous thing of all.

Word count: 2.5k

A/N: This was inspired by one of the networks I belong to (boy group writers net) who is holding an event for the month of June! The theme is supernatural au’s, so here’s one that has been in the back of my mind for a while but have never seemed to be the right time to work on! (until now!! :D) I hope everyone enjoys~

Originally posted by saranghaeyojw

writing below the cut~

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I can’t go without you - Severus Snape One Shot

Request: I loved the smutty fic you did! Can I ask for a Snape x student!reader where they meet in the Shrieking Shack after a month of avoiding each other as there were rumours going around of a student/teacher relationship? You can take it as far or as little as you want. Thank you


Originally posted by laurarickmanortix

Severus Snape’s POV

I walked down the corridor, to the gargoyle that guarded to the Headmaster’s office. I told the password and the gargoyle moved to the side so I could access the staircase. When I wanted to touch the knocker, a voice sounded from inside: “Come in!” I opened the door and my eyes fell on the large desk and Dumbledore, who was sitting behind it and gave me a friendly smile. “You wanted to see me, sir?” I asked quietly, closing the door behind me. “In fact, Severus, sit down.” He pointed to the chair in front of the desk, and I sat down on it. “Well, I have a request. You certainly remember the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade. We have received the information that a ghoul is living there who apparently caused infernal noise. I want you to go there and get rid of it,” Dumbledore said, and folded his hands on his chest. For a moment I looked at him, then I asked: “Me? Why wasn’t the gamekeeper entrusted with this task?” “Hagrid is unable to attend it. It would be good if you’d finish it off tomorrow, the villagers feel extremely disturbed. Thank you, Severus.” Dumbledore rose, opened a cabinet and began rummaging in it. I watched him for a second, but then I stood up. I left the room slightly annoyed.

Reader’s POV

“Hey, Y/N!” Sam, one of my friends, exclaimed and caused me to leave my thoughts. I looked at him with a questioning look and he said: “Did you hear anything new about the teacher-student relationship?” I felt myself blushing and turned my face away from him. “These are just rumors, Sam. And no, I have not.”
We sat together in the common room of our house, and for the last half hour I had hardly listened to what the others spoke about. “I’m bored” Ruby, a girl with short dark-blonde hair, muttered. “Let’s play truth or dare!” Sam suggested enthusiastically and sat up straight. Ruby gave him a puzzled look, raising an eyebrow. “Oh”, made Sam, “I always forget that you grew up in a wizarding family. Truth or Dare is a Muggle game and-” “It’s a stupid game,” I interjected, chewing on my pencil. “Stop being such a spoilsport, Y/N. So, we sit in a circle and spin a bottle. If it has stopped, the one to which it points has to select either Truth or Dare. If you choose truth, we have to ask you a question. If you choose dare, you have to do something that we decide,” Sam said, stood up and came back a little later with an empty bottle of pumpkin juice. Ruby plopped down next to him and they both looked at me expectantly. For a brief moment I looked out the window. The sky was dark blue and the first stars were slowly showing. The moon was crescent shaped and dazzled me nearly, it was that bright.

I sighed, closed my books and trotted over to my friends. Sam grinned excitedly and Ruby still looked rather wary. He reached for the bottle and spinned it. It pointed at Ruby. “So, truth or dare?” Sam asked. “Dare” Ruby said confidently. Sam looked surprised, thought about it for a moment and then announced: “Stand in front of the common room of the Ravenclaws and sing your favorite song out loud.” He smirked as she stared at him in shock. We knew that Ruby had a crush on Ethan Bexley for a long time- and he was a Ravenclaw.

Reluctantly Ruby was trotting to the Ravenclaw common room. As we stood in front of it, Sam nudged her gleefully. That made her so angry that we had trouble keeping her from casting a curse on him. After she had promised that she won’t cast pimples in Sam’s face, she cleared her throat and began to sing timidly.

Move your body like a hairy troll
Learning to rock and roll
Spin around like a crazy elf
Dancin’ by himself

Boogie down like a unicorn
No stoppin’ till the break of dawn
Put your hands up in the air
Like an ogre, who just don’t care

After a few seconds Sam had started wildly laughing and Ruby’s hand trembled near her wand. When she reached the chorus, some Ravenclaw students came from their common room to find the source of the noise. Some threw contemptuous glances on Ruby, others stood beside us and watched her. She blushed and her eyes wandered nervously. Even Sam looked around, but he wasn’t nervous about the situation, he seemed to be very entertained. It was clear that he was looking for Ethan.
And it didn’t take him too long to come around. After a while, he walked along the corridor with a couple of boys and girls (all in Ravenclaw uniforms) to the common room. I wondered yet how I could prevent that Ruby noticed him, but by then it was too late. Her face turned even redder, I would hardly have thought this was possible and her voice trailed off for a moment. It was strange to see her that insecure because usually she was very confident. Meanwhile about twenty students stood around us. Few threw pitying looks at Ruby because they saw clearly that her singing performance wasn’t entirely voluntary. But most joined in with Sams laughter and began to ape her or say mean things. Sam fell silent immediately when he noticed that. We just wanted to make the Ravenclaws stop but then Ethan walked briskly past us and stopped right next to Ruby. Her eyes were wide and she stared at the boy beside her. Then he began to sing lustily and even drowned her singing. She gave him a perplexing look and he replied only with a reassuring smile.

A little later we were back in our common room and were seated in a circle next to a large window again. “And he just sang with me,” Ruby said, gesticulating wildly. “That was very nice of him, wasn’t it?” I replied, smiling at her. “Nice? That was the best thing anyone has ever done for me!” Ruby screamed and her cheeks turned a light pink color. “Hey, so I once replaced your potion with mine, just so you won’t get a bad grade,” Sam interjected, “Snape then gave me two days of detention because your potion exploded!” Ruby didn’t hear him, she was lost in her thoughts and looked out the window dreamily. And I was thinking about another person again…

“Let’s play a second round of truth or dare!” Sam’s voice sounded a little later. Ruby and I both jumped and looked at each other blankly. But Sam seemed to be a little upset that Ruby didn’t appreciate what he’d done for her, so I grabbed the pumpkin juice bottle and handed it to him. He spinned and it pointed at me a few seconds later. “Truth or-” “Dare,” I said, looking at Sam defiantly. It took a while until he had an idea, but then he answered: “ Since tomorrow’s the Hogsmeade trip, I would say that you have to go into the Shrieking Shack” “WHAT?” I squealed and some students who sat near us threw glares at me. “You want me to go into the Shrieking Shack? Are you crazy?” I added in a low voice. But Sam just shrugged his shoulders. “Those are the rules."                "Sam is really weird today. But don’t worry, the next time I’m sure it will be his turn and then we will decide something bad for him,” Ruby assured me and a mischievous smile curved her red lips. “Judging on how he behaves today, I would trust him that he put a spell on the bottle so that it will never be his turn,” I replied and opened the door to the dormitory of the girls.

The morning of the next day passed quickly and so it felt as if a moment after we got up, we were already in the entrance hall of the school, waiting for the carriages that would take us to Hogsmeade. “Don’t forget, Y/N, you have something to do today,” Sam mumbled, as he stood next to me. Wait till you’re next to it and we must come up with a dare, I thought.
A little later we were already in Hogsmeade and walked past the many shops. “You know, maybe you should do the dare now, then it’s over at least,” Ruby advised and looked over at the Shrieking Shack at the edge of the village. "Yes, maybe that’s a good idea,” I admitted, “Sam, I’ll do it now.” Sam turned to me surprise and raised his eyebrows. But he shrugged his shoulders and began to walk toward the Shrieking Shack. We could make out on his walk that he was excited. And of course I was too.

When we arrived in front of the shack, I already had goose bumps from the very idea to enter it. Sam nudged me like he had done it to Ruby a night before, but I didn’t touch my wand. I made sure that no one but us was nearby (I wanted no viewers) and walked toward the door of the old building. When I wanted to grab the rusted door knob, I heard a shriek and made a step backward, scared. I heard a laugh behind me and when I turned around, Sam almost fell because he was laughing so much. Ruby rolled her eyes. “Stop that,” I said aloud, and got up again. I took a deep breath and turned the door knob. The door jammed a little, so I pushed against it with all my strength and it creaked loudly as it opened. I turned to my friends, as I entered the house. I didn’t want to see what was inside. Slowly I closed the door behind me and Sam’s laughter and Ruby’s futile attempts to calm him disappeared suddenly. There was complete silence. My heart pounded against my chest as I turned around- and it started to throb even faster when I saw what was in front of me.
I had expected everything, creepy ghosts like the Bloody Baron, dangerous creatures. But I hadn’t expected that I would find myself face to face with Severus Snape, my teacher- and the man to whom I revealed my love recently and who claimed to feel the same for me.

“Y/N?” his deep voice sounded and the goose bumps that I had gotten in front of the Shrieking Shack came back. He was standing in the middle of the room and it looked as if he had already been there for a while. He had stuck his shoulder length hair behind his ears and he had his wand in one hand. “What are you doing here?” he asked, when he had recollected. “I …” I mumbled still puzzled and looked at my hands, “I’ve got … We … We played Truth or Dare and then …” I looked up and into his dark eyes. The wooden floor creaked under his feet, while he slowly walked over to me. Just before we would’ve touched, he stopped. His chest rose and fell quickly and I could feel his breath on my skin. “I missed you,” he whispered, just loud enough for the two of us to hear it. I took a step forward and thus eliminated the space between us. I wrapped my arms around his waist and inhaled his scent. Leather, musk, old books.


He put his arms around my neck gently and gave me a kiss on my Y/H/C hair. “I missed you too,” I finally said, looking up, but I didn’t move away, not even a millimeter from him. He took my face in his hands and suddenly I felt so safe, like nothing could hurt me, as long as this man was with me. “You understand that we couldn’t see each other for a while, right?” he asked. I nodded. “Of course.”
A few months ago rumors had circulated at Hogwarts of a relationship between a teacher and a student. In the end, no one knew who had started it anymore and that was also why I had never found out who spread these rumors or perhaps found out something about me and Severus. It was clear that we couldn’t risk to be discovered, especially not at this time, where all students, and probably the teachers too, were attentive anyway. So we could only see each other in the lessons. And no one knew what all this will come to.
Severus looked in my Y/E/C eyes for a while. For a moment I thought I saw that he bit his lip, then he sighed and lowered his lips to mine. He kissed me very gently, as if he was afraid that he might break me. It was as if the butterflies in my stomach were trying to escape, as if my heart wanted to jump out of my chest. A shiver ran down my spine and my hands rested on his chest. I could feel his collarbone and especially his heart, which beat at least as fast as mine. Our lips moved in sync, as if they had always belonged together.
He took a step toward me and for a moment I thought I would fall, but my back hit the wall behind me. Severus moved even closer to me, until I was sure that not even a hair would have fit between us. His hands went to the back of my head and pressed my lips to his even more. I pulled his black hair slightly, which caused him to groan loudly. He grabbed the fabric of my top to lift it up but-

“Y/N?” Ruby’s voice brought us back to reality. “Y/N, are you okay? Why does it take so long? Damn, Sam, that’s entirely your fault!"                                   Severus threw a puzzled look at me. "Shit,” it slipped out to me, “the two will wait out there until I get out of the house again. That was my dare, from the game yesterday.” He turned around, ran his fingers through his hair briefly and then turned back to me. “I have to go. I’m so sorry. We … will see each other in class, I guess?” I said; it was like the butterflies would’ve died in my stomach. But Severus grabbed my hand before I could even take a step towards the door. “I think I can’t go a single day longer without you, Y/N. This may be a stupid decision, but … let’s risk it. We’ll find a way. I only know that I … that I love you and that I don’t want to be parted from you.” I sighed in relief and hugged him tightly. “I love you too.” Then I walked out of the Shrieking Shack briskly. I told Ruby and Sam that I had experienced something that no one thought was possible.

And that wasn’t even a lie.

Ticking Time Bomb Ch.7

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warning: Swearing, Smut, fighting, 

Lesbian jokes, Sexual comments, 

inappropriate touching, sexual threats.

** Russian Terms:
Malyutka (Little One)
Moya lyubov’ (My Love)
Grubyy (Rude)
Beda (Trouble)  

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Steve and Reader aren’t close to being the same, she’s a ticking time bomb with an attitude to match her wild hair. A spy and a history with Nat, she isn’t open to many if anyone.  But going under cover with Mr. America could change everything for her, who knows what lies under all that anger, hostility, cold attitude and brightly colored hair.  


Originally posted by blackinjustice


You were sitting up, stirring you felt your hands were tied in front of you, resting on your lap. Just your hands? Someone was really under estimating you. shaking your head trying to gain your senses back. Your coat was gone, along with your holster and guns.

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Neymar Imagine || Cheating

Something is off. I don’t know what, but something weird is going on. I first noticed it a few weeks ago, when he became a little distant. It wasn’t a big deal at first, because I assumed that the million things he has going on for him were finally starting to have their say. I believed he was tired and that it was going to pass. It was going to be fine. No problem. 

But then it got worse. Neymar became distant to a point where it felt like we were two strangers who happened to live in the same house. Like roommates. He never told me where he was going or what he was doing anymore, I was hardly ever invited to his usual hangouts with his friends, although they seemed to happen every single weekend, until early in the morning. I tried talking to them, hoping that maybe they knew what was going on. Of course they didn’t. If he was shutting me off, what chances did they have of being let in? I keep thinking of things that could make him act this way. Had something happened? Maybe it was something I did. But what? And if something was really wrong, he would tell me, wouldn’t he?

After a few weeks of having the worst possible scenarios play in my head, I feel like I can’t take it anymore. I am on the verge of exploding. Another ignored call, another lie, just one more drop and I’ll lose my mind.

He’s sleeping next to me. That’s the one thing we have now, the only time we’re actually in the same room. This stupid bed, where he used to hold me for hours at a time and now he can’t get far enough from me.  Since no one seems to be willing to tell me what’s going on, I have to take matters into my own hands. And the only option I have is to go through his phone, which is something I swore to myself I would never do. Desperate times call for desperate measures, I suppose. He’s never going to trust me after this. 

I quietly get up, grab his phone from the bedside table and make my way downstairs, to the couch in the living room. The phone is locked, but I know he’s terrible at remembering passwords, so whatever it is, it must be very easy. 1234? No, he’s not that dumb. A birthday maybe? Davi’s birthday. Bingo. I can’t believe I’m doing this. There is nothing to find. Everything is fine. Please let everything be fine.

Now what?  What could I possibly find on this phone that would explain the last couple of months? His e-mail is full of messages from his manager, both his coaches and a bunch of other work related things. What did I expect, anyways?

Next, I check his texts. Gil, Rafaella, Babe - oh, so this is where he keeps the hundreds of texts I send, that never get a reply anymore - Dad, Jo, Y/N. Wait, what? I’m Y/N. But if I’m Y/N, then who - who the fuck is babe? My stomach turns at the thought. No. He probably saved my number twice by accident under different names. Or maybe it’s some dumb joke that his friends played on him and switched up his contact names. But when I start reading the texts in that conversation,  I realize I’m the only one who’s getting played here.

Babe: Hey bby u still coming right?
Neymar: On my way b there in 5
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Babe: Whats takin so long?
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Babe: Hello?
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Babe: Omg is that bitch being annoying af again?!
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Babe: Room 36 im waiting

I can’t read any more. I don’t need to, but I’m also physically unable. My hands drop the phone onto the coushion. I can feel the bitter taste of bile in my mouth and I swear I’m about to pass out. Or maybe I already have and this is all some kind of messed up nightmare. I pinch myself. The horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach doesn’t go away.

I don’t know what happens next. I sit there for an indefinite amount of time, in shock. I’m not crying. Not yet, anyway. Then his phone beeps and the next thing I know is I’m in a cab, on my way to nowhere. I try to think of a place I could go, but the only friends I have in Barcelona are Neymar’s friends or teammates and there is no way I could go to any of them. The thought that they could have known all this time and kept it from me makes my skin crawl. I can’t think straight and I don’t understand in the least bit what is happening. Why is this happening? How can this be happening? I’m crying now. I’m full on sobbing in the back of a cab, in the middle of the night. The driver gives me a sympathetic look through the rearview mirror, as he continues to drive with no destination. I stare out the window at the empty streets of what used to be my favorite city, but tonight it seems to have lost its appeal. My whole world has come crumbling down and I can’t shake the feeling that there is no going back.

We were happy. Neymar and I were so in love. I moved here to be with him, I dropped everything and moved halfway across the globe, because we were in love. We had everything. We were so happy. Why is this happening? I ask the cab driver to drop me off at the nearest hotel and I space out completely for the rest of the ride.

“Y/N?” A voice softly whispers in my ear, as a hand caresses my back. I keep my eyes closed and pretend to be asleep, but I can’t help the smile that creeps onto my face as he places kisses down my jawline.
“Neymar,” His name escapes my mouth as a moan. “It’s Sunday. You promised you’ll let me sleep in on Sundays.” I plead and finally open my eyes to meet his. He has the goofiest smile on his face and the way he is looking at me makes my brain turn into mush.
“I did let you sleep in.” He is leaning on his elbow, his face only inches away from mine. I bring one of my hands to his cheek and he leans into it. “It’s almost noon. I’ve been waiting here for hours.” He kisses me again. “And I have to tell you something.”
“Can it wait for ten more minutes?” I rub my eyes and yawn.  He chuckles and kisses my cheek. I’ve only moved in with him a few days ago and I’m already starting to miss my lazy Sundays.
“It can’t wait another second.” His smile is now replaced by a serious expression, so I force myself to keep my eyes open and sit up. “I’ve been watching you sleep for a while and I couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky I got with you.”
“So you woke me up to tell me that? It could have waited, babe.” I laugh and punch his shoulder. “Watching people sleep is creepy, by the way.”
“Maybe, but if you love them, it’s romantic.” He is smiling again, but I’m unable to do the same. I keep repeating his words in my head, wondering if I misheard him. “I love you, Y/N.”
“Oh.” Is the only sound I manage to make. Neymar’s smile fades in an instant. I mentally slap myself. “No, no, no.” I violently shake my head, in an attempt to save the situation. “I love you, too.” There, I said it. His face brightens up again. “It’s just - I wasn’t expecting that at all.”
“You’re not just saying that, are you?” He asks, sitting up.
“I am not just saying that.” A big grin is now plastered on my face. “I am definitely not just saying that. I love you, too. I am so in love with you, you have no idea.”

He is suddenly on top of me, his hands on either side of my head, leaving me unable to move as his lips brush against mine. I deepen the kiss and press my hands against his chest, rolling the both of us around, until I’m on top.

“Miss?” The driver’s voice breaks me out of my daydream and it takes a few seconds for me to take in my surroundings. We were so happy that day. Or I was, at least. The cab is now parked in front of a hotel and I wish I could go back to that blissful Sunday morning, as I pay for the ride and get out of the car.

I drag my feet to the reception, carelessly wipping the tears from my face with the back of my hand. I’d be lying if I said I was paying any attention to the receptionist, so I have to check the room number on the keychain as I walk inside the elevator and nearly bump into someone in front of me. I apologize without bothering to lift my gaze from the floor. I don’t need anyone seeing me like this.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” The woman standing next to me bursts into laughter, as the elevator doors close. “Y/N?” I lift my head and my curious gaze is met by a smirk and a superior expression.
“Bruna.” I mumble. Realization hits me like a million knives in my back. Room 36. A hotel. This hotel. It’s her. I’m no longer able to hold back the tears that have been pooling in my eyes and I let out a loud sob.
“Did you come here to give me some kind of lecture?” She laughs in my face again. “Because there’s no point. We both know how this is going to end.” I say nothing and silently pray for her to stop talking. “You’re going to cry all the way back to wherever it is that you came from and Neymar is finally going to come back to me for real.”

There are no words to describe how badly I want to wipe the smile off of her face, but I know beter. I know better than to let her see that everything she says kills me inside. Never in a million years would I have seen this coming. Where did she even come from? I thought she lived in Brazil. I thought they broke up and that was it. Why is she back? Why would he do this? No crying. Not here.

“He is all yours.” I say, once the elevator comes to a stop on my floor. I don’t wait for a reply.

Once I’m alone in my hotel room, I collapse on the king sized bed. Why do I even have a king sized bed? It’s not like there’s anyone to share it with anymore. I lay there, crying, thinking, trying to make sense of the past hour until something starts buzzing and vibrating in the pocket of my jeans. I fish my phone out and turn it off the second I see Neymar’s stupid name and his stupid picture on the screen. I don’t know how, but I manage to fall asleep, fully clothed, on top of the covers. The next thing I know, someone is banging on the door and I jump to my feet, convinced they’re going to break it down.

“Y/N!” Neymar’s voice is yelling from the hallway. I wonder how long it’s going to take before he gets kicked out for waking everyone up, but he seems to realize the same thing. “Y/N, please open the door.” He says more quietly.

I’m determined to stand my ground, so I walk back to the bed and lay down. The last person I want to see right now is him. I’m sure he has about a million excuses all planned out by now. He has always been good with words. It’s what he does. I should have known. I am not going to give in. I will not open the door. I will not let him in ever again. I start crying again. The knocking hasn’t stopped. I pad to the door, but I stop myself as I’m about to unlock it. I press my back against it and sob into my hands, sliding down to the floor.

“I know you’re there.” Neymar says from outside the door. “I can hear you crying. If you would just -” His voice breaks midsentence. It sounds like he’s crying. 


I wish he would just leave. I wish he hadn’t showed up in the first place. It was easier to be mad at him when I didn’t have to hear his voice. That sad, sad voice. Maybe if I opened the door - no. He has done nothing but lie and cheat for God knows how long. No. Another loud sob escapes my lips. My shoulders are shaking against the door, as the crying gets bad again. I cry myself to sleep on the floor to the sound of a hand tapping the door.
When I wake up, everything hurts. Sleeping on a hard wood floor was probably not the best idea. As I sit up and look around the room, the real pain comes back. This has nothing to do with falling asleep on a hotel room fooor, and everything to do with the reson I’m here in the first place. I replay last night’s events in my mind. It’s really hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that this is really happening. The last thing I had ever expected. Neymar cheated on me.

“He cheated on me.” I say, getting up. I keep repeating that horrible sentence all the way back to the bedroom, where I throw myself on the bed.

I don’t know what the next step is for me. What do I do now? Where do I go? The only people I know in this city are his friends. The place I call home is his house. Everything here is, more of less, his. What I have to do next becomes obvious, but I’m not ready to accept it. The whole reason I moved here was to be with him, but since that ship has now sailed, I have no businness being in Barcelona. Going back to my old home in New York seems like the most reasonable option, but the thought breaks my heart even worse. I have to leave. I’m going to be in a different country, on a whole other continent, far away from this place and everyone here. Far away from Neymar and everything we’ve had for the past year. It’s all going to be just some bad memory. I’m crying again.
I geniunely thought this was it for me. I thought he was the one. Hell, I didn’t even believe that the one even existed before I met him, but he made me believe. Damn him for making me believe. We had everything. We were supposed to grow old together. He talked about it all the time, but it’s clear to me now that it was all a game to him. He could have just said so in the beggining. It wouldn’t have been a very pleasant conversation, but it definitely wouldn’t have hurt this bad.
Maybe it wasn’t like that when we first met, though. Maybe it was real, at least for a while. But then again, if it were real, if he actually cared about me, why would he go back to her? He couldn’t have cared less. I’m such an idiot for even considering another possibility.
I hastily gather my belongings and turn on my phone, as I make my way to the door. It’s still early in the morning, which means that I have time to get home - to Neymar’s house, I mean - and pack my things before he gets back from room 36. I’ve been trying to keep my mind away from that particular subject all night, but there’s no point in pretending I don’t know the obvious. It was easier when I didn’t, but there is no going back now. He was with her. He’s been with her who knows how often.  
I open the door and almost step on something, or someone. Neymar is laying on his back right outside my door, sound asleep. He must have been camped out here for hours. His back is going to hurt when he wakes up, just like mine. I laugh at how ridiculous my thoughts are and the silhouette on the foor shifts. Wonderful.

“Y/N?” He mumbles groggily, rubbing his eyes.
“Good morning.” I step over him. “Goodbye.” He scrambles to his feet and catches up to me when I’m already in front of the elevator doors, pulling me back by my arm.
“Please let me explain. I am so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.” Neymar starts talking so fast, that I can barely keep up. “I never wanted this to - I’m sorry. I know you’re mad, but if you just let me explain -” He seems so desperate to come up with some kind of explanation, some kind of dumb excuse, that he’s stuttering and makes absolutely no sense.
“Do not touch me.” I yank my arm out of his hold. “Stop talking to me. There is nothing to explain. It’s all very clear. Go back to room 36, maybe she cares to listen to whatever you have to say.”

The elevator doors finally open and I step in, hoping this is going to be the end of this pointless conversation, but of course Neymar has to follow me inside. I can tell he still doesn’t know what to say. I guess an entire night of waiting outside my hotel room wasn’t enough to come up with a good enough excuse. The thought that no matter what he says, it’s going to be just that - an excuse, sends me right on the verge of crying again, but I stop the tears before they have a chance to make an appearance.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He sighs. “I’m never going back to her. I know I fucked up and there is no excuse, but it’s over now. I was going to tell you everything last night.”
“Sure.” I laugh. “Before or after meeting her in her room? Do you not hear how ridiculous you sound? I don’t care whether or not you were going to tell me. I don’t give a fuck if it’s over or if you’re going back the second I leave. You slept with her and you lied to me and made me feel like complete crap for so long. You know, I was actually worried about you. I thought you were so tired from working as hard as you do. Poor Neymar. I was right about one thing, though. I just didn’t know what, or who, was getting you that worn out.” I’m yelling now. I must sound furious judging by the way he backs away from me, but the truth is I’m sad and broken and hurt. Anything but angry. I should be, but I don’t have it in me. “I’m going to get my things and leave. Stay away from your house today and stay away from me forever.”

Neymar doesn’t say anything. He stares at me until the elevator doors open and watches me walk away. I should be relieved, but I’m a little disappointed. I don’t know what I expected him to say, because there really isn’t anything that could change or fix the situation, but I expected him to at least try. Once I’m safely outside the hotel, I burst into tears and this time I can’t control myself. It’s going to a long time before I stop.

One year later …

It’s been a year since I’ve been here. It’s been a whole entire year and that horrible day is still my main time reference. Well, it’s not like I’ve been living a particularily exciting life since then, but still. My biggest accomplishment in the past twelve months has been going for a grand total of two consecutive days without thinking of Neymar. In all honesty, I’m pretty sure that’s not right, but I like to pretend it is, because it makes me believe that at some point in time I will be able to just stop thinking about him for good. Being back in Barcelona isn’t really helping with that. I’ve succesfuly stayed away from this city for the past year, but Gerard’s birthday is this week and since human kind has yet to discover a way to say no to Shakira, here I am.
I knew it was a bad idea when she first asked me to come and I’m still aware of the impending disaster as I park the car in front of their house. I’ve spent all day locked up in my hotel room, trying to talk myself into believing that there’s the slightest chance that I won’t run into Neymar at the party, because otherwise I would’ve been on the first plane back to New York.
About an hour into the party, I’m siting by myself at this little bar in a secluded corner of their enormous backyard. Every single one of Gerard’s teammates has been invited, so I’ve been trying to keep my mingling to a minimum. Better safe than sorry and all that.
I’m mindlessly playing with the little pink and completely useless umbrella in my Martini, thinking about how one of the first conversations I had with Neymar was at one of Shakira and Gerard’s parties, in this same backyard, when someone walks over and sits and the bar stool next to mine. I assume it’s Shakira, since she’s been checking on me every ten minutes, as if I were a child.

“Still here.” I keep my eyes on the umbrella. “I told you I’m not going anywhere until the cake is served.”
“Then you’re going to be here for a while, because Dani was in charge of picking up the cake and you know what happens when you put Dani in charge of anything ever.” The voice definitely doesn’t belong to Shakira. It’s been a while since I’ve heard it, but it’s engraved in my brain and I could recognize it anywhere. I lift my gaze and the most beautiful pair of green eyes is looking back at me.

Breathe in. Breathe out. It’s fine. No problem. It feels like my blood has turned into lava and my brain into mush. My heart is about to jump out of my chest and my breathing would have you think I’ve just ran a marathon. I may have managed to fool myself into thinking I no longer cared about him for the past year, but my body is determined to demonstrate the exact opposite tonight.
Neymar’s eyes never leave mine as I examine his face. He has a bit of stubble going on and his hair is styled into a dark brown mohawk, as opposed to the blonde highlights he used to have, but other than that he looks the same as before. I don’t know why, but a wave of relief flows through me, like I’ve been waiting for so long to see this face again.

“Hi.” I whisper, suddenly aware of how close to him I leaned it.
“Hi.” His lips curl into my favorite smile in the world, so I can’t help the silly grin that appears on my face. “You look beautiful. I’ve been watching you hide from me for a while, but I couldn’t stay away.” He chuckles.
“You stayed away for a year.” My tone comes out more serious than I intended.
“Isn’t that what you wanted? You told me to stay away forever.” He’s not smiling anymore, but he sounds amused. “Didn’t you mean it?”
“I say a lot of things.” I sigh. “I needed time, so thank you for letting me have that. I’m really glad you came over, though. I secretly hoped you would.”
“You knew I would.” There’s that smile again. “I miss you.”
“Neymar - ”
“No, I have to say this. It’s not going to change anything and you’ll never forgive me, but you have to know that I never went back to her. I never even saw her again. I really was going to tell you that night. And I’m still so sorry for putting you through that.” His pleading eyes are locked on mine again and I’m amazed at how the same words he said then have a completely different meaning now.
“I forgave you a long time ago.” I place my hand over his, on the bar. “You knew I would. I wouldn’t be here otherwise. I mean, I love Gerard, but no birthday party is enough to make me fly across the world.”
“So what is?”
“Us.”

I have no idea where this came from. I definitely didn’t leave New York with the thought of second chances on my mind. I’ll admit that I hoped to see Neymar while I was here, but from a safe distance. Not with his hand in mine, talking about our past. The way he looks at me when I say that, though, makes me forget all sense of logic. Maybe this is what I came here for, but I just didn’t know it.
Neymar and I spend the next few hours in that same spot, with our fingers intertwined talking about our lives in the past twelve months. I graciously leave out the part about me locking myself in my studio apartment in New York for a week, so I could cry my eyes out and feel sorry for myself in peace and quiet and I know he has a similar story that he’s not telling me about. It’s like that part of our lives never happened. Like I never left and we’ve been here all this time, together. My hand is still comfortably resting in Neymar’s when he leads me through Gerard and Shakira’s house, to his car and drives us both back home.

“Watching people sleep is creepy.” I whisper, adjusting my eyes to the light in our bedroom. I’m a little confused to be waking up here again after all this time, but it feels so right that I don’t question it for a second. He is lying next to me, carefully watching my every move.
“Maybe, but if you love them it’s romantic.”

Holy fucksticks, this literally killed me. I’m dead and gone. Fuck. My hand hurts, my back hurts, my face hurts. 

I’m both simultaneously hating it and loving it. It’s just so different to what I normally do that I can’t help but be pleased (challenging myself, yo! PUSHING BOUNDARIES), but also her face is super creepy and there are lots of niggly things wrong. Not bad, though, considering I had pretty much no idea what was going on the whole time. I think I’ll leave it a while before I attempt another one of these lineless drawings…

Progress shots here!

Touch It- Part 4

PART 4 IS FINALLY HERE!!! I’m so sorry this took me a thousand years to post:( Hope you enjoy it!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Word count: 2.4K

Warnings: Cursing, fluff

You enter the living room quietly, everyone already there. Looking to the big screen, you see lots of information and some pictures. Everything is about Hydra, but you don’t understand why all of the Avengers seem so worried, the information is as usual as all the other times. Some plans to kill the team, some plans to control humanity and some others about mutation, all of them big failures.

“Guys what’s wrong? This information it’s nothing new.”

“Do you know anything about the man that took you to his room?” Steve has his arms crossed while talking to you.

“I know that his name is Feliks and that he works for an organization, probably Hydra.”

“Well, we couldn’t find Feliks in Hydra’s database, even though we found mine and Wanda’s targets in there.” Nat looks at you and brushes her red hair with her fingers.

“So? Maybe he is new in there.”

“Even if that was true, he should be on the database, Hydra has this things really controlled.” Steve runs a hand through his hair and sighs.

“Okay, I’m lost now, guys.”

“Feliks does not work for Hydra, (Y/N).” Tony looks at you with his brows raised. “We don’t know who is he working for, but definitely it’s not the Nazi organization. He’s been tricking us for a long time, now. Somehow, he managed to hack into my system, giving us false information. Of course, he’s not working alone.”

“Wait, if he was with me tonight, where was the Hydra agent that I was supposed to be with?”

“There was no Hydra agent, (Y/N). He is not only tricking us, but he also has been tricking Hydra.”

“Okay…”

“Still not done, doll.” You roll your eyes at Bucky but he ignores your gesture. “He knew what was going to happen tonight.”

“Wait what? Are you telling me that he knew about our plan and he just played along with it, including getting himself drugged, for nothing?”

“Not for nothing.” Tony walks in front of the screen to press some buttons. “This video was on a CD inside the folder. He is much more than an agent, he is a damn show man. He just wanted us to see this.” Tony attempts to put the video on, but you stop him.

“If he just wanted for us to see the video, why didn’t he handle it to me and go?” Tony sighs and puts on the video.

“Hello, Avengers.” Feliks face appears on the screen, a creepy and huge smile on his face. “And hello, my dear (Y/N). If you’re seeing this, you’re probably wondering a lot of things. I’m sorry to tell you that I can’t answer all your questions, yet. But let me clear some things up for you and your teammates. First of all, no, I don’t work for that stupid, useless organization you call Hydra. Second, I’ve been watching you for a long time now, (Y/N). You are a brilliant agent, but what captivated me were the little things, like the fact that you like your coffee with some milk and two sugars or the fact that you can’t sleep naked or in your underwear, you need to wear pj’s or at least some shirt.”
Your eyes grow wide and a chill runs down your spine. This man is a phsycopath. “Don’t be scared, my sweet. I told you I have been watching you. You will hear from me very soon, I can’t wait to put my hands on you again, (Y/N).” The screen goes black and you keep staring trying to not go crazy right now.

How does he know about the coffee? And more important, how the fuck does he know about the pajamas thing? You feel all eyes on you, everyone waiting for your reaction, but you aren’t able to move nor speak. You swallow hard, still looking at the black screen. You are able to fight assassins and villains, but right now, you have much more than that in your hands. He is a complete psycho and he wants you. You rub your face with your hands, trying to put yourself back together, but the fear is already in your body.

“(Y/N), don’t worry. We got you. Plus, he is obsessed with you, he probably doesn’t want to kill you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Captain.” Nat looks at you with her arms crossed. “He may be obsessed with her, but that doesn’t mean he is not going to hurt her or kill her. (Y/N) is his goal, and who knows what he’s going to do when he gets to her.”

The room erupts into a discussion about how dangerous Feliks is, but you just stood there frozen. Still looking at the black screen, you try to analyze the situation. For some damn reason you don’t know, this man decided to obsess over you. If you are honest, you don’t understand why he chose you of everyone. You have nothing special. Sure, you are a good agent, but so is Nat. Plus, you don’t have any powers like Wanda. You’re just a pretty face that could kill someone in less than a second. Suddenly, you feel a hand waving in front of your face and you snap back to reality.

“(Y/N)? You okay there?”

“Uh? Ye- yeah. Sure, fine.” You laugh nervously at Nat. “I just need some rest.” You sprint towards the door and head to your bedroom.

You change quickly into your pj’s and look around the room, still scared that someone may be watching you. There’s a knock on your door and you gasp at the sudden noise. Opening the door slowly, you sigh when you see it’s just Bucky. “Do you need anything, Barnes?”

“I just wanted to know if you are fine.” You look into his eyes and a small smile appears on your face.

“Well… I’m a little freaked out, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. This is not the worst situation I’ve been, you know.” You both laugh quietly and you look back at him.

“(Y/N)… About what happened in the hotel, I-”

“Excuse me?” You look at him with your eyes wide open. Is he really doing this shit right now? “Bucky, if you still don’t know it I have a fucking psychopath on my ass who’s been watching me, God knows how he did it, and I don’t have any idea where he is or what does he want. As far as I know, he could be spying on me right now and I am so fucking scared I don’t even know if I will be able to live normally in this Tower anymore. So I’m sorry, but this is not the fucking time to be talking about what happened in the hotel. It was a mistake, it was a weird situation, the room got a little heated up, that’s it. A few kisses that shouldn’t have happened. So please, can we leave this fucking conversation for another moment when my life is not being threatened by a freaking psycho? Thank you.” Bucky seems really taken aback by your words.

His big blue eyes look at you, his mouth slightly open at your sudden outburst. The both of you stay for a few moments there in silence, just staring at each other. Bucky closes his mouth and opens it again, like he’s going to say something, but he closes it and turns around, leaving you alone. Closing the door you walk throwing your body to the bed. You sigh and decide that the best thing you can do is try to get some sleep.

It’s been two fucking long hours since you decided that going to sleep was the better idea. You’ve been trying, but every time you are about to fall asleep, the images of the video and Feliks’ words cross your mind, making you open your eyes and looking around the room, making sure nobody’s there. An idea has been also crossing your mind, but you aren’t sure about it. Bucky’s room is next to yours, so you could just go there and ask him to let you sleep with him. But after what happened… Maybe he doesn’t want you. You glance at the clock to see it’s almost 3am. Sighing, you get up of bed and travel to Bucky’s room. You don’t care if you look desperate, right now the only thing you want to do is sleep.

You knock in Bucky’s door, but you get no answer. Cursing, you open the door looking inside. Bucky is laying on the bed. He is on his tummy and you can see the curve of his ass through his black boxers. You bit your lip and get closer. His hair is across his face, his eyelids laying on his cheeks and his mouth open. You giggle, getting the hair out of his face. He looks so innocent, you could forget he could kill you in just one move. His metal arm is hanging off of the bed, his fingers brushing the carpet. You nudge his shoulder slightly while calling his name. His eyes shot open and he quickly sits down in the bed. You separate yourself from the bed, surprised at his sudden movement.

“I’m sorry… Did I wake you up with my screams? Normally Steve wakes me up when that happens… I just don’t remember the nightmare I was having…” Bucky rubs his face with his hands.

You look at him, sadness washing your features. How can such a beautiful man be so broken? He always thinks that the problem is with him, that the problem is him. You grab his metal hand, lacing your fingers together. Bucky looks at your surprised, but he doesn’t move.

“You didn’t wake me up. You weren’t having any nightmares, in fact, you looked really peaceful.” You give him a small smile. “I’m sorry I woke you up. It’s just that, uhm… What happened before, the thing with Feliks I mean, I’m fucking scared of that. I can’t fall asleep, every time I close my eyes I see his face watching every move I do and it makes me sick. I was wondering if you’d let me sleep here, with you. If you want of course, if you don’t want to you don’t have to…” Bucky smiles at your words.

“Sure, no problem.” He lets go of your hand and leaves a space for you in bed.

You lay down and he pulls the covers over both of your bodies. You bit your lip, wishing that he makes a move and cuddles with you.

“Uhm, do you want to cuddle or something?” You bit back a big grin at his words.

“Sure, cool.” You feel Bucky’s arms hug your stomach, bringing you closer to him.

You get comfy, pressing your body completely against his. Bucky hesitates, but finally he snuggles his head on your hair, making you smile widely. Being this close with Bucky makes you feel a lot safer and finally you are able to fall asleep.

When you wake up, the room is still dark. Some sun rays peek through the window, so you guess it’s probably around 6:30am. You sigh, knowing what’s coming. You want to stay here cuddling with Bucky. He feels extremely good and comfy, but you also want to avoid the awkward talk when he wakes up, so you just slowly push him away. Luckily for you, he doesn’t wake up at your actions and you leave his room successfully.

Bucky didn’t say a word to you when he woke up. You saw him during breakfast, but you were almost done so you finished quickly and left him. Today, him and Steve are going on a mission and Sam, Wanda and Nat are out for about four days on another mission, so it’s almost like you’re alone. Vision is always on his room and Tony is in the laboratory all day. He got really angry when he realized that Feliks hacked his system.

The day goes by really calmly. You go visit Tony on the lab, Vis is also there. Obviously, they are trying to make Tony’s system unbreakable.

“How did you sleep, (Y/N)?” You look at Tony, a smirk on his face.

“Fine, Tony.”

“How did Barnes sleep?” You throw him a pen and he laughs at you.

“You are sleeping with Bucky?” Vision looks curiously at you.

“No. Yesterday I couldn’t sleep so I went to his room. That’s all.”

“Whatever, (Y/N). I don’t trust you one bit.”

“Do you trust someone besides yourself, Stark?”

“Nope, but still, there’s something going on between Barnes and you. I’m sure.”

“I think Bucky likes you.” Vision looks at you sincerely.

“I appreciate that, Vis. But it’s not going to happen.” You get up to leave, hearing Tony’s laugh while you walk away.

You look at the ceiling of your room. The lights are off and the Tower is quiet. Bucky and Steve haven’t returned from the mission and you already miss Bucky holding you. You turn around, attempting to fall asleep. When you are beginning to drift away in your sleep, your phone vibrates making you shot your eyes open. You grab it without looking at who’s calling.

“Yeah?” Rubbing your eyes, you sit up on the bed.

“(Y/N)? Thanks God you picked it up.”

“Steve? Why are you calling me? It’s two in the morning.”

“(Y/N) we are in problems.”

“What? Let me call Tony and Vis.”

“No! This… Is not the kind of problems you are imagining.”

“I don’t understand, Steve.”

“I know, just- just meet me at that big park outside the city.”

“The one where there’s always some drunk man and that old lady that is constantly mumbling things about her cats? Why do we need to meet there?”

“Because if someone listens to our conversations, we are screwed.” You sigh. “Please, (Y/N).”

“But why do you want to meet me there? Steve what the hell is going on?” There’s a few moments of silence until you hear his voice again.

“It’s Bucky, (Y/N).”

My Little Helper.

I had been stuck in the bed for days now with the soreness and swelling of my right ankle ever since I had managed to twist it while hiking with Toni. I must have forgotten I wasn’t the outdoor, adventurous type like he was so for me to think I could keep up with him on the trails was foolish. I managed to twist my ankle stepping on a rock and falling and since, Toni had made sure to be by my side practically pampering me like a child.

I felt like I was in a hotel and he was room service, available at my beck and call. Right now though, he was fast asleep by my side and of course, the remote had somehow gotten on his side of the bed where I couldn’t reach and I didn’t much feel like getting up. Great.

Instead I got closer and faced Toni, watching him even as he slept. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him. Creepy, right? He must have felt my eyes watching him because soon his eyes were fluttering open.

A sleepy grin crossed his face and he rubbed his face, attempting to wake up. “How long have you been awake?” he muttered, the tone in his voice deeper than usual as he still tried to wake himself up.

“Not that long. I was just staring at the remote behind you.” I pointed to the device behind him on the bedside table. I thought Toni was about to grab the remote and hand it to me but instead he grabbed it and tossed it across the room to the floor.

“What was that for?!” I punched his arm. “I needed that and you know I don’t feel like getting up.”

“No tv. Not today. Cuddle with me.” He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck like a clingy child and wrapped his arms tightly around me, refusing to let me go.

I huffed a deep breath dramatically trying to wriggle out of his grasp but it was of no use. He had me trapped.

“Toni, no. I want to watch the show,” I whined.

“Y/N, yes. We’re cuddling. I don’t want to watch your stupid shows.” Toni was always complaining about the shows I watched, especially the reality dramas. They were definitely not his favorite to watch.

“Fine. We’ll cuddle but only if you make me chocolate chip cookies first,” I pleaded.

It took no time for me to get the answer of a ‘yes’. “Coming right up!” Toni hopped out of the bed quickly, adjusting his boxers and the t-shirt he wore before running off playfully to the kitchen.

“Thank you!” I yelled after him.

“Just be ready to cuddle!” he yelled back.

 

“This Means War”

Based off this post by willsolaceseemedprettycool because I am FLUFFY GARBAGE b y e.

Nico di Angelo had never really considered himself a coward.

He’d faced a lot of enemies, after all. More than he cared to remember - more than he could count, probably. Plus, after you’ve walked through Tartarus, been forced to fight the Earth itself, been imprisoned in a goddamn vase for days, and hung out with the literal king of the actual underworld, things most people shy away from tend to look much smaller.

He had never been more afraid, however, than when facing Will Solace in a pillow fight.

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Okay, so I just finished this abomination of a sprite, and then I thought, “Hey! I should show this to Xedramon! So that they can laugh at my horrible attempts at making a sprite!” At the time of sending this you just posted how to do the glitch effect..and now I’m face palming so hard right now.

So, here he is, even more of an abomination then he normally is.

Creepypasta #880: I’ll Go Exploring

8 years ago today, I strapped up into my suit and legally declared myself the first man to attempt intrusive space travel. I remember waving to all the cameras and having that undeniable look of determination on my face. I blew kisses, even.

In this moment, I laugh to myself. In this moment I sit in this awful space craft. In this moment I dimly celebrate my 8th year alone in space.

We were all so determined. We were all so… so sure there would be something. Anything.

There is nothing out here.

Nothing but me.

Credits to: brandylynnx