my hair is feeling it tonight

King of Memes

Or, how Tony Found Out About Bucky’s Blog. 

Tony couldn’t seep. Sometimes he managed a few hours if he was tired enough, so usually he went to the gym and worked out until he was exhausted. Tonight, though, he found the gym already occupied: Barnes, with his hair tied up, working steadily at the heavy bag. Normally Tony would make an awkward comment and leave him to it, but instead he just heads for the opposite side of the gym. After setting up at one of the far treadmills, Tony worked his way to a easy run. Barnes was laying his fists rhythmically into the bag, and the quiet thumping was sort of strangely soothing. Between the running and the thumping, Tony slipped into a near-trancelike state.

 And then Barnes let out an ungodly howl, drew back his left fist, and slammed it straight through the heavy bag with a roar of, “DIE A THOUSAND BURNING DEATHS!”

Tony fell off the treadmill, scrambled to his feet, and booked it to the elevator.

kingofmemes posted:

holy shit you guys there was a spider on my punching bag !!! thanks to my many years of combat experience & martial arts training things are okay now

Posted at 4:47 AM, 37294 notes

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Text Prompts;
  • [text]: call or text me back please. i’m getting worried.
  • [text]: come round to mine and make me ;)
  • [text]: how drunk was i last night?
  • [text]: you were so wasted last night!
  • [text]: why do i have a stop sign in my living room?
  • [text]: i’m craving pizza… 
  • [text]: wanna grab lunch and a movie?
  • [text]: i can’t tonight, tomorrow?
  • [text]: that cutie is here again. should i talk to them? i won’t know if they like me unless i talk to them… 
  • [text]: i can literally feel my hair turning grey by the second… save me! PLEASE!
  • [text]: GUESS WHO HAS A DATE?!
  • [text]: batman or superman? you know, for science…
  • [text]: team cap or team iron man? our friendship rests on this…
  • [text]: any new book recommendations? 
  • [text]: me. you. a bottle of vodka. my place. now.
  • [text]: i really need a friend right now
  • [text]: i can’t believe what i just overheard in the bathroom…
  • [text]: for the last time, stop fucking texting me
  • [text]: i’m sorry, who is this?
  • [text]: fuck off!!
  • [text]: wanna be my plus one to my exes wedding? and pretend to be in love with me?
  • [text]: i just wanted to say, i love you and i forgive you
  • [text]: we need to talk.
  • [text]: what time you getting home?
  • [text]: word on the street is you got laid last night. i need all the deets!
  • [text]: pretty please? with sugar on top!
  • [text]: you love me really!
  • [text]: i have never in my life been this angry. i can’t believe this has happened!
  • [text]: sorry to miss your call, what’s up?
  • [text]: i got fired! I GOT FUCKING FIRED! :( 
  • [text]: my boss is giving me the eye…
  • [text]: pants are optional.
  • [text]: did you get the thing????
  • [text]: ??????
  • [text]: eww… the grossest thing ever just happened… 
  • [text]: shit shit shit
  • [text]: asshole, much?
  • [text]: don’t need to be a dick about it
  • [text]: wait, what?
  • [text]: how did you get this number?
Goodnight, dear one. I want to put my arms around you & kiss you at the corner of your mouth. And in a little more than a week now—I shall.

Oh! dear one, it is all the little things, tones in your voice, the feel of your hair, gestures, these are the things I think about & long for.

I wish I could lie down beside you tonight and take you in my arms.
—  Eleanor Roosevelt in a letter to Lorena Hickok, quoted in Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers: A History of Lesbian Life in Twentieth-Century America
Short Hair

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Request:  Could you write a Jared imagine where the reader is his wife and an actress and she has to get a drastic haircut or dye job for a role and she HATES it and thinks she looks really bad but he comforts her and tries to make her change her mind? I just had to cut all my hair off for a role I just booked and it would make me feel better

Words: 430 (drabble)

Warnings: All the fluff??, Self-depreciation.

A/N: Hope you like this!! I was willing to write something tonight and this came in so it was inevitable. Thanks for requesting!

“I hate it,” you muttered, looking at your new haircut in the mirror.

You had been cast as the principal character in a new promising pilot for a new series, but the only thing you didn’t like about it was that you had to cut all your hair.

Your hairdresser looked at you with sadness, looking for the words to make you feel better, but there weren’t any. Your old hairstyle was really pretty, long to the hip, and it was a waste, but the role was worth it.

Before you left, you paid the cashier and put on one of your husband’s beanies, hoping it would hide your new look. 

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Isak’s drifting towards sleep, his mouth pressed against Even’s shoulder, the sheets twisted messily at their legs. He’s drifting, hazy, warm and soft and sated, when he suddenly gasps; reaching over and reaching out, and digging nails into the soft flesh of Even’s side.

‘Okay?’ Even says softly, curling him a little closer, curling fingers into the damp patch of hair at his neck. Isak breathes, and it’s so deep and it’s so shaken and it feels like he hasn’t done it for weeks. Not really, not properly.

‘Promise you won’t leave this time?’ he asks, and he doesn’t care about playing hard to get, he doesn’t care about acting tough, he doesn’t care about any of that. He just wants, he wants so much it hurts. 'Promise?’

Even’s hand curls tighter. 'Promise.’

Dance With Me Pt.1

Author: stephobrien25

Pairing: Dylan X Reader

Warning: Soon to be smut.

Word count: 1,813

Originally posted by wetdylanismynewreligion

“Yo, Scar! You ready to leave?”

“Yeah! I’m done, I’ll be down in a minute!”

I was going out tonight with the girls to this club downtown. I looked at myself one more time in the mirror; not feeling in the mood for a dress, I decided some tight jeans, a tube top that showed some cleavage, and the most comfortable pair of heels I own. My hair is wild with moose and my makeup is simple, minus my ruby red lips.

When I reached downstairs, everyone was waiting in the kitchen around the counter. “Took you long enough,” Jess teased.

“Hey, you can’t rush perfection,” I joked. “Okay, so let the night begin!”

“Wait!” Kimmy said. “We need to take a shot before we leave.”

Looking at the bottle on the counter top, I saw that it was vodka. Yummy. Once everyone had their shot glasses, we raised them in the air, “To a fun night,” I said.

“Yeah and to Scar finally getting some tonight!” Renee yelled. Everyone laughed and I just rolled my eyes taking the shot, loving the burning feeling go down my throat. You see everyone here had a partner, except for me, I haven’t been with anyone for like over a whole year.

Taking an uber, we got to the club in about thirty minutes. Knowing the bouncer, we got in pretty quickly and got a table. The club was full of people and the music was blasting. The rhythm making me sway to the beat. The girls and I were having a good time drinking, dancing, and laughing. Suddenly the DJ began to play “Wobble” and we all cheered and began to move our hips.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw this guy getting really into it, the way his hips were moving was sexy. Looking at him completely, he seemed familiar, but I couldn’t see his face cause he turned around with his ass facing me. And my, what an ass.

The song finished and we were all out of breath. Kim and Jess girls went to sit down, while Renee and I continued to dance. “Cutie at the bar hasn’t torn his eyes off you for the past three minutes.” Furrowing my eyebrows, I turned around and saw that it was the ‘wobble guy’. But finally being able to see his face, I realized why he seemed so familiar. My eyes widened and I turned around to face Renee.

“Holy shit!”

“I know right, he’s pretty hot.”

“No! Renee, do you not know who that is?” She had a confused look on her face and shook her head, I sighed, “That’s Dylan O'Brien.”

“You mean the Dylan O’Brien? The one you’ve been obsessing over ever since you were like fifteen?”

“I’m not obsessed,” I rolled my eyes. “But yes, him.”

Renee smirked up at me, “I finally see the appeal to him,” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Whoa, down girl. I know you have dibs,” her eyes looked behind me and she smiled. “Looks like he has dibs on you too.”

“What are you tal-” I stopped when I felt someone tap my shoulder. Turning around, it was none other than Dylan himself. God, he’s even more gorgeous in person. His hair was slightly long and he had some scruff on his face which made him actually look his age.

I was frozen in place, not knowing what to do or say, my mouth was open so I probably looked like a stupid fish. I finally snapped out of it when Renee nudged me from behind, “Uh, hi.” I spluttered nervously.

Dylan smiled and stuck out his hand, “Hi, I’m Dylan.”

Smiling back I shook his hand, “Oh, I know who you are, O’Brien. I’m Scar and this is,” I turned around to introduce Renee, but she was nowhere in sight, “A traitor.” Dylan chuckled behind me and I turned around grinning.

“So, what brings you to this part of town?” I ask.

“Vacation actually. I’ve never been to Miami before and I needed some time to unwind.”

“Well, welcome to to Miami Dylan. I hope you like a 24/7 humidity, bipolar weather, and a bunch of loud Hispanics.”

Dylan threw his head back and began to howl with laughter and I couldn’t help but laugh back. The DJ began to play a pretty good song and I got the nerve to ask, “Dance with me?” Smirking, he took my hand and we went further into the dance floor. I was having a great time with Dylan, we were both dancing silly not caring who was watching.

“Woo go Scar! Get it girl!” Looking to my left, I saw my friends smiling and making obscene gestures. I blushed and shook my head, “Oh my god. They’re so drunk, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, I’m here with my friends as well and I’m afraid they’re just as bad,” he pointed towards the right where there was a group of guys hollering at Dylan.

“It was actually because of them that I came up to you. They saw me looking at you dance and practically pushed me your way.”

I quirked an eyebrow at him and smirked, “So, you were watching me, huh?”

If it wasn’t for the different lights in the club, I could’ve sworn he blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I got a confession to make O’Brien, I was checking you out while dancing the wobble. You move you hips pretty good.”

This time it was his turn to smirk as he said, “ That’s on the dance floor, you should see my hip movements in the bedroom.”

My eyes widened and I let out a nervous giggle. I couldn’t believe that I Dylan O’Brien was dancing and flirting with me, it felt like a dream. Before I could say anything, the music stopped and the DJ made an announcement, “Mi gente! Are you having a good time?!” The crowd cheered and hollered. “How about we change it up a bit and play some good old bachata!” Everyone went crazy when he began to play a well known bachata song.

“Oh! I love this song! C’mon O’Brien, let’s see if you can keep up.”

I started to dance to the beat of the song, but Dylan looked pretty confused and didn’t know what to do.

“Hey! Just follow me okay? It’s easy; move to the right 1, 2, 3, tap and now to the left 1, 2, 3, tap.” He followed me movements, “There you go! Now, move your hips a bit like me to the beat,” his eyes went to my hips and I swear I saw him lick his lips. “And move your shoulders a bit like this.” Soon enough, he got the hang of it.

Boldly, I walked up to him, put his right hand to my waist, my left hand to his shoulder and grabbed onto his left hand. “Relax and just follow my lead,” I whispered in his ear. His hand gripped my waist tighter and pulled me in closer. Soon we were both lost in the music dancing to the sensuous beat.

“This kind of music is pretty neat, I’ve never heard it before.”

“Yeah, it’s basically Spanish baby making music,” I joked. “Besides, you can’t actually live in Miami without knowing how to dance bachata. No matter what culture you’re from. It’s basically a necessity.”

Deciding to change it up a bit, I turned around without missing a beat, so now my back was too his chest. Surprisingly, Dylan didn’t miss a beat either and continued with the rhythm. Bringing my left arm up around his neck I whispered, “Not bad, O’Brien.” I could begin to feel his hard bulge against my back.

Pulling me closer to him, Dylan leaned his head down and nuzzled my neck. “Well, I have a pretty good teacher,” he husked. I shivered at his voice in my ear and I all but melted when he began to kiss my neck. I arched my neck to give him more access and messed up our perfect rhythm when he lightly bit onto my neck.

“Someone messed up,” he teased.

“Can you blame a girl? You can’t go around doing that without me losing my focus.”


Dylan turned me around to face him and we began to dance again. He looked into my eyes, leaned down and gave me a small kiss. “Does that make you lose your focus,” he whispered against my lips. Instead of answering, I grabbed the back of his neck and brought my lips back to his.

His lips were as soft as they looked and tasted like peppermint and mojitos. If I wasn’t drunk before, I was certainly drunk now. My hands went to his head and I lightly tugged making him groan. He bit onto my lower lip and then softly sucked on it, and I moaned into his mouth. I was on cloud nine as Dylan’s lips moved from my mouth back to my neck, softly sucking. I was about to suggest to go somewhere more private, when I heard someone yelling my name.

Looking to see who it was, I saw Kimmy trying to catch my attention, “Give me a sec,” I said as I reluctantly pulled away from Dylan’s touch.

“What’s wrong?”

“Jess is wasted so we’re heading back home.” I looked behind Kimmy to see Jess barely able to stand and Renee trying to keep her up. I felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over me, like I was finally realizing was happening moments before. Was I really making out with Dylan? It all seemed so surreal. Glancing behind me, Dylan was there waiting and smiled me way. All good things must come to an end, this was probably for the best, we come from different backgrounds and live in different worlds. I’m most likely just one of the may girls he’s met up at clubs. Sighing, I turned back to face Kimmy, “Okay just let me say bye and we’ll be on our way.”

“What? No, we’re going home. You’re staying with hunky O’Brien.”

I was about to argue, but she interrupted me, “Scar I haven’t seen you this happy in a while. Stay and enjoy yourself.”

“But he’s here on vacation, Kimmy. I had a great time with him, but I have to face the facts and smell the coffee. We live in different worlds.”

She smiled at me, “Well make the best of tonight and the rest of the time he’s here. Enjoy yourself, you never know what could happen in the long run.” Kimmy hugged me and walked over to the girls who waved goodbye. I closed my eyes and turned around to see Dylan still looking at me and only me.

Taking a deep breath, I made my decision.

A/N: Cliffhanger! Don’t hate me! Lol, but this is something that’s been on my mind for a while now and part 2 is currently under works. I hope you really enjoy it and please let me know what you guys think! 

*chanyeol sits next to kyungsoo*
Chan: baek you okay?
Baek: yeah I’m fine, I mean not feeling betrayed or anything. Never felt better, I feel refreshed. Never buying you ramen again. I can shave my hair for you too. Don’t come home tonight.

Has anyone else noticed how Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle shows a lot of autistic traits? It just clicked in my head tonight while watching the movie, and thinking back on the book there’s a lot in there to support it too.
He’s low empathy, has trouble verbalizing his thoughts, isolates himself from most of society, avoids confrontation, has trouble taking others feelings into account, has a special interest in magic and beauty, and we even see him having a meltdown after his hair turns red. He shows many autistic traits, and this makes me even more excited to cosplay him as an autistic person myself! 

Let’s Conspire To Ignite

Originally posted by lovershub

Michael Gray x Reader

I had a few of the same prompts for a Michael fic, so I combined that with a few others. Kill 3 birds with 1 stone, if you will. 

“I haven’t slept in ages.”
“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

Warning: Sappy, domestic Michael up ahead.

*Peaky Blinders Requests Are Open*

Michael,” Y/N groaned, her hair sticking to the nape of her neck and forehead. Her skin felt clammy, sweaty, and it just made her all the more agitated. Michael continued to sleep peacefully, without a care in the world. Y/N could practically feel Michael’s body heat radiating off of him like a furnace, which usually was nice, but not tonight. Y/N wiggled herself to the left. No. To the right. Nope. “Michael, get up!” Michael shot up in alarm, almost throwing himself off the bed.

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anonymous asked:

*whispers into the void* please do that fan fiction about Saeran taking care of a drunk MC please

A/N I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG WRITING FOR SAERAN IS SOOO HARD FOR ME EVEN THOUGH HE’S MY FAV. SPOILER FOR SEVEN’S ROUTE it’s important that you’re all aware that saeran and saeyoung grew up with an alcoholic, abusive mother. That’s more or less the basis for this fic/scenario/thing?? Also it’s.. pretty cheesy… I tried my best to avoid that but I’ve been reading WAY too much chicklit…
-mod cozy <3

TW: mentions of alcohol

WC: 1591.. I think

Title: ???

        Saeran had never been a fan of crowds. Not when he was little, not in mint eye, not now; tonight, however, felt different. The same sinking feeling and ever-present anxiety coursed through his veins, the same idle chat surrounded him which caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up, and the same unnatural smiles and cordial ‘How are you?’s to which he replied with a curt nod as he kept walking. He somehow felt proud though. Proud of the party he had helped organize now that he joined the RFA. After all the wrong he had committed, he finally felt as if he’d done something worthwhile. The fact that it was with people he had come to—reluctantly trust just made the experience even better, he felt his lips twitch up slightly in the beginnings of a smile as he pulled at his slightly uncomfortable collar.
        “Saeran! You’re finally here!” He spotted you running towards him with a one arm raised in a wave and the other holding your dress a few centimeters off the ground. Without his permission, his lips stretched into a grin at the sight of you.
        At some point, around halfway through the party’s auction, crystal glasses filled with and reeking of some elegant, over-sweetened fruit and alcohol concoction began to be passed around—Jaehee’s plan to get a little more money out of the attendees. Saeran shifted uncomfortably, having lost you, his sense of security in this foreign scenario, in the crowd after the first picture was displayed for sale. He turned to leave the hall when he spotted the back of your head near the door, giggling at something a very inebriated Zen said and running your hand from his forearm to his shoulder. Saeran felt a twinge that made its way from his heart to his throat, causing him to furrow his brows and change direction to stomp over to you.
        “MC, we’re leaving.” He stated as he grabbed your arm that had been hanging off Zen’s neck only seconds earlier.
        “Saerannn are you trying to take me home or something?” The question was innocent enough but the smell of alcohol wafting from your soft lips and the drunken wink you sent him suggested otherwise.
        “MC, are you drunk?” He knew the answer but he released your arm and took a step back, glaring at you angrily. He felt betrayed in all honesty, you were one of the few people he had told about his upbringing and though he knew you meant no harm by the alcohol you consumed, it still brought back painful memories, ones that he didn’t want attached to someone so kind and loving and earnest. Someone like you. He turned a little, prepping to leave, to avoid seeing you like this and to forget it every happened. Unfortunately, Zen blew a no doubt alcohol-induced kiss to you, followed by a wave and charming wink to which you responded with a giggle. This prompted Saeran to reclaim the arm he had been holding and continue to leave the auction hall with you trailing behind him.
        He had driven to the party alone, and therefore decided it would be best to take you back to the house he and Saeyoung shared for the time being. He couldn’t help but replay the thought of you and Zen together over and over in his mind, and your not-so-subtle come-ons were definitely not helping. By the time you’d arrived, his face was red with both anger and embarrassment.
You both stepped inside—well, he stepped and you wobbled, clutching his upper arm tightly for support. The fact that (a drunk) you could feel his biceps beneath his sleeves was just a bonus. One that you were not afraid to mention to him in your current alcohol-induced state.
        “You know you have reaaallly nice arms, you should get this shirt off or something so I can see them.” You slurred your words and blinked slowly. Saeran felt his cheeks heat up once again and tugged at his collar before turning to face you.
        “MC, please just, stop talking for a bit okay? You aren’t you you’re…” He trailed off and help his head in his hands with a sigh. He just wanted tonight to be over in all honesty, he never wanted to revisit his past again. Especially not with you, especially not when he started to feel better about himself, and especially not when he began to open his heart again. Unfortunately, we he reached for his head, you were forced to let go of the arm you had been feeling up causing you to not-so-gracefully hit the ground, just barely catching yourself with your hands and giggling despite it.
        Saeran reluctantly removed his hands from his face and looked at down at you, reaching his arm out once more to help lift you up. You continued to laugh and he smiled and began to join in, it was just too infectious. He made you gulp down a glass of water and you thanked him with a smile before promptly falling asleep on his couch the second his head was turned. He draped a blanket over your sleeping form and brush your tangled hair from your face before sleeping on the chair across from you, afraid of the effects the alcohol would have when you woke up. He had spent much of his life witnessing hangovers first hand and decided it would be best to be there when you woke up.

        “It’s your fucking fault for having fifteen plus martinis.”
        “Did I really?”
        “I have no clue, you walked away and when I found you, you were downing some disgusting red thing and feeling Zen up like a horny teenager.”
        “I’m really sorry you had to see me like that Saeran.” His expression softened a little “But Zen? If anyone I thought it’d be…” You trailed off and realized your mistake, covering your mouth. You and Saeran had woken up at around the same time—or it would be more accurate to say that you had woken him up with the loud groan that had come out of your mouth when you opened your eyes to a searing headache and semi-familiar room. You had been to the Choi boy’s residence on multiple occasions but definitely weren’t expecting to wake up there.
        Saeran had texted Seven, who hadn’t arrived home yet and discovered he had spent the night at a very light-weighted Yoosung’s house leaving the two of you alone. Unfortunately, only one of you knew how to cook and that one was more or less incapable of doing anything, save for rolling around a little and complaining. The two of you were now eating bowls of mint ice cream and watching Winnie the pooh after you’d showered, brushed your teeth, and borrowed some of Saeran’s smaller clothes to which he responded with a smirk and uncharacteristically quiet “They suit you”.
         “You thought it’d be who.” He stated more so than asking before you could think of a distraction or at least attempt to change the subject. You deliberately placed your half-full bowl on the coffee table, knowing there were only two ways out of this: confess, or run. You obviously chose the latter.
        You sprinted behind the kitchen counter, Saeran following in suit before realizing you had trapped yourself. Not only that, but running had only increased his curiosity and unfortunately for you he had much longer legs. You jumped the counter as Saeran closed in on you and ran back over to the couch, positioning yourself on the other side and he followed to your left, causing you to leg it to the right and make a dash towards the hallway. You turn to see how close Saeran is and your foot catches on a wire, due to your excessive clumsiness, you begin to fall and reach your hands out to catch yourself.
        You can’t decide whether it’s fortunate or not for Saeran to catch you in that moment and turn you to face him in one quick movement. He’s holding you tightly to his chest and your arms are trapped between the two of you with his encircling your waist.
       “Okay yeah, yeah I know I’m a clutz can ya let me go?” You feel your face heat up and try to keep your voice from wavering.
       “Not until you tell me.” He tightened his grip further.
       “Tell you what?” You attempted to play coy, a last resort when you were lying which Saeran knew about completely.
        “Don’t bullshit me MC.” He pulled away so he was still holding you tightly but there was just enough space to stand face to face, his eyes piercing into yours and causing you to look down.
        “I was gonna say you…” You mumbled, praying that he couldn’t hear and would let you go. Your hopes were dashed when you looked up to a blushing Saeran with a light smile on his face. Before you had time to defend yourself, he tilted your chin up and brought your lips to his.
        The kiss was broken before you could even really process what was happening when a jolt of pain ran through your head and you pulled away with a pained gasp. Saeran released you and took a hold of your hand, dragging you to the kitchen.
       “W-what are you doing?” You asked, dazed and with your other hand resting on your pounding forehead.
      “You need an aspirin. We’ll finish that later.” Oh.


CÁNCER: Summertime Sadness

Kiss me hard before you go, Summertime sadness. I just wanted you to know, That baby you're the best. I got my red dress on tonight, Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight. Got my hair up real big beauty queen style High heels off, I'm feeling alive. Oh, my God, I feel it in the air telephone wire's above, All sizzling like a snare. Honey I'm on fire I feel it everywhere, Nothing scares me anymore

ESCORPIO: Body Electric

“Elvis is my daddy, Marilyn's my mother, Jesus is my bestest friend. We don't need nobody cause we got each other, Or at least I pretend. We get down every Friday night dancing and grinding in the pale moonlight. Grand Ole Opry, we are feeling alright, Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind. My clothes still smell like you, And all the photographs say you're still young. I pretend I'm not hurt, And go about the world like I'm having fun”

PISCIS: Dark Paradise

“All my friends tell me I should move on, I'm lying in the ocean, singing your song. Ahhh, that's how you sang it loving you forever, can't be wrong
Even though you're not here, won't move on 'Ahhh', that's how we played it... And there's no remedy for memory of faces like a melody, it won't leave my head. Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine, But I wish I was dead... Everytime I close my eyes It's like a dark paradise. No one compares to you I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side. Everytime I close my eyes It's like a dark paradise
No one compares to you I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side...


Zimbits hugs headcanons

- A short hug at the train station to say hi.
- A much longer much more loving hug when they get to Jack’s apartment
- Sad hugs because Jack lost a game and is blaming himself and Bitty just hold him very tight and pets his back and hair until Jack feels better
- Jack hugging Bitty from behind when Bitty is cooking (bonus: neck kisses)
- Bitty’s “put these flash cards away and [redacted] with me” hugs
- Bedtime warm cuddling and slow caresses until they both fall asleep
- Morning hugs “noooo don’t leeeave you’re waaaarm”
- “Good luck for tonight’s match” happy hug + peck on the lips combo
- “OH MY GOD YOU WERE SO GOOD I’M SO PROUD OF YOU” followed by Bitty throwing himself at Jack
- “see you soon” sad hugs (hugS because the first hug just wasn’t enough)
- Permanent hugging and cuddling in the Haus/Bitty’s room (followed by a shit ton of chirps and Jack putting a $100 check in the sin bin because he’s “not planning on stopping soon”)
- Really just a LOT of hugs because these idiots are adorable and so in love it’s ridiculous

Foxtrot Fife
  1. I started this earlier and the mobile app ate it, but it’s OK since I wasn’t sure I had five points, and talking about this rewrite gives me one more for free.
  2. Thrice today I went to the men’s room and assumed the throne as the DJIA crept toward 20,000. I figured that was exactly the right place to be for that “milestone.” Didn’t happen, though it got to 19,999.63 on the first trip. I’ll be back in there Monday a few times probably. It’s all so fucking stupid.
  3. I think I creeped out the girl who cut my hair tonight. I’m not sure exactly how, but I’m sure I didn’t mean it. I’m usually extremely aware of that kind of thing, polite to the point of awkward. But she was new to me and we just didn’t click. I could tell not long into it that she was hustling me out of there. I feel bad. I shouldn’t people beyond the minimum right now.
  4. Because I’m basically dead inside. The light has gone out. If you see anything funny or human or artful here, though, please be sure that it’s honest, if veneer-thin. Ikea does put 1/32″ of real cherry wood on their particle board shelving.
  5. I admire you who are holding onto hope. If you’re right, if things go your way, please guide me back to the living. In return, I promise that if it goes how I see it, I will fight to the bitterest end for you.

Prompt:  Person A accidentally figures out that person B has a hair pulling kink. Maybe A fell and grabbed B’s hair by accident and heard a moan, maybe A was playing with B’s hair one day and noticed that B’s all flustered. What happens out of that is up to you.

Warnings: *southern voice* it gets a lil sexual. (I’m from the South, I can make that joke)

Author’s Note: Idk, I just love the thought of running my hands through his hair and….yeah I really couldn’t pass this up. (ALSO, a shout out to the Broadway Gang!!!!) 

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