not really the alcoholic part though

Just Peter

This is probably my longest imagine ever, so editing was a pain but I quite like this one!
I did write it over multiple sessions though so please pardon any inconsistencies
Also, this was requested by @queen-zpidey so S/O to them!
I deviated a bit from the req but hope you still like it <3

Title: Just Peter
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader
Summary: “Can you do pleaseee an imagine about Peter x reader, where she is Tony Stark’s daughter but she is super badass on her own and it’s part of the team as a disguised superhero but Peter never knew she was Tony’s daughter until one night on a really important dinner Tony introduces her as his daughter on a speech, making Peter go super nervous cause he always tried to flirt with her on school and on missions and she was also super crushing on him, so yep… yep lol”
Word Count: 2,276
Warnings: food mention, alcohol mention (no underage drinking though)  

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            "Kid, come on,“ Happy says, knocking quickly on Peter’s door.

           "One second,” Peter shouts back, pulling on a shoe.

           Peter ties his laces quickly, standing to glance one more time at his reflection in the mirror. He tightens his tie, hands sweating from nerves. Tonight was the Stark benefit gala, basically a big party for all the organizations Tony donated to, which meant a lot of people packed into one building.

           This year, Tony decided to bring the Avengers as well, probably to create some good will with the public after recent events, but Peter didn’t really care. He really only wanted to see you tonight. He had spent a ridiculous amount of time getting ready to impress you, so much so that he was already a few minutes late.

           "Peter,“ Happy calls, opening the door. "Let’s go.”

           "Right, sorry,“ Peter mumbles with a nod, scrambling over the mess in his room.

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“Mother has been poisoned !” - Batfam x Reader (batmom)

Ok, Imma translate @laetitia-prst​‘s request (my fellow French person yo), so, basically : 

SUMMARY : Batmom has been poisoned by a new villain who wants to get known by killing the famous Bruce Wayne’s wife/partner. The batfamily is on edge, they gotta save her, because they’d be nothing without her…And then laetitia-prst talks about the ending and important plot points but hey, no fun if I translate that too right ? So here for poisoned bat mom,I feel like maybe it’s going a bit fast ? I didn’t really wanna make more than one part for this story so it’s long, and I’m afraid I might have rushed some things up…I hope you’ll still like it :s :  

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You were with Damian, asking some mango juice at the bar for him (the barman was being a dick, and refused to serve your son because “he was too young”, even though he didn’t want an alcoholic drink, so your quite annoyed self went to get it for him), when things went south. 

-Mother ? Mother are you alright ?! MOM !

You don’t really know what happened. You felt a painful prick on your thigh, where your fancy dress was opening slightly, as if you just got stung by a wasp, and all of a sudden…Everything went blurry. Next thing you know, your youngest son is trying to catch you before you hit the floor, and his arms are holding you with all his strength, as if afraid you’d disappear. 

-Father, father ! Dad ! DAD !! 

You can feel Damian shake, but you can’t see properly the line of his face…his distress is making your heart tighten, and you have to reassure him but when you try to raise a hand to cup his cheek and stroke it gently, nothing happen.

You hear more than you see Bruce falling on his knees next to you. You feel his hands taking you away from Damian, you feel your son resisting a bit, reluctant of letting you go, you feel yourself raising from the floor…But you don’t get it. 

What is happening ? 

Your vision is even more blurry than a few minutes before, and the last thing you hear before drifting into total darkness is Bruce saying : 

-What the Hell happened ? 

Everything goes dark as you fell unconscious. Your husband feels you go limp in his arms, but before he can really react, a man in the assistance, wearing a gaz mask and khakis stands on a table and, with his best evil laugh, says : 

-My names is Mutagen, and you can bet that by the end of this week, I’ll be the most famous criminal in all Gotham. Spread the word, especially to Batman.  

Jason almost catch him on the spot, but the man jumps out the window and disappears…Who the hell was he ? 

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Darling

Location: 4328, boul. St-Laurent, Montreal

Metro Station: Mont Royal

End of April… marks the end of finals. School’s out!… Well only for about 3 days until I go to summer school. 

Nonetheless, gives me enough time to explore my city without any pressure from my academic responsibilities!

Today, my boyfriend and I were planning on having a lunch type date in the Mile end until our plans miserably failed when we realized our chosen restaurant wasn’t going to open for another 4 hours. We decided to hop on a random bus on the corner of the street since it was pouring like crazy and we didn’t feel like staying out in the rain. We got off a stop when we started feeling like we knew the neighbourhood and ended up in the Plateau… again. 

After finding a place to eat, we decided to walk around some new areas in the Plateau we hadn’t discovered yet. Although it was raining, breathing in fresh air was so refreshing considering we had been locked in our room the past 3 weeks trying to stuff 5 courses worth of information in our heads. 

I felt like I was in a European dramatic movie - walking in the rain with a little umbrella with my favourite person, discovering places with nothing else in mind. Queue the Parisienne music. 

We suddenly stumbled upon an exotic looking shop on the corner of a street. From the outside looking in, while we were dripping with water, we could see plants and wine and bright lights and greenery and comfortable couches and… coffee! Sold.

We went into the coffee shop and was immediately warmed with welcomes from the waiter. A coffee shop - but a different kind at that. The first thing that caught my eye was with no hesitation the lights on the ceiling. I don’t really know what the letters spell out, but they sure look aesthetically pleasing so I rolled with it.

The section next to the windows was very casual with the couches. There were mini candles decorating each table and plants flowing around every corner, making the space extra inviting - battling the coldness of the weather outside. As the Jazz music was playing in the background, we took a seat on the couches, avoiding the tables since we didn’t have laptops since we didn’t have school. Emphasis on the comfort!!! No school equals we can sit on the nice couches and relax. 

I saw students around me on their laptops still working very hard on their studies… accompanied with their glasses of wine instead of the usual latte. I liked it. I love coffee but i live for these different little details in shops. 

Let me explain the wine though, because it is a very important part of this “coffee shop”. It’s not really a “coffee shop”. It’s a hybrid. Half coffee shop, half bar. You heard that right. It’s also a bar. Order food, order alcohol, order coffee - sit at the huge circular bar for a nice glass of wine or beer or anything else, or sit on the couches like me and still order your usual. I got a chai latte this time so I tried to be a bit different than my regular latte. And it was delicious! One of the best I’ve ever had.

I felt like I was in a different country in this cafe. With decorations like mini instruments on the walls, to the candles on the tables, to the vintage looking decor, I also felt like I was in a Jazz club. Everything was so perfectly shaped together. 

I know I say I love all the cafes in Montreal - and I do, don’t get me wrong - but this place is really one of my favourites now. It made me feel like I’m in 1920s Paris and I lived for it. Next time, I’ll even dress for it.

Sometimes, your plans might go awry and your chosen restaurant will open only 4 hours later. However, sometimes… those moments are calls for better adventures and more exploration with improvisation. Let the rain guide you to beautiful shelters.

Assistant to the Captain pt. 11

Prompt: Natasha convinced Steve he needs an assistant even though he’s convinced he can do it all himself. He gives in and that’s where you come in.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1357

Warnings: slow burn, language, alcohol, cheating, sexual content (i mean sorta but not really? but i’ll put that here anyway.)

A/N: i know i posted a part of table for three today but i love you guys SO MUCH you can have this also (: tags are closed.
happy reading (:

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Part 10

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You stood in the doorway, staring at Derek. He looked pathetic. Again, his hair wasn’t done. He wasn’t in a suit and tie. It was actually a little comical to you. There was no way he was serious. What else could he possibly have to say? You had said it all. There was nothing else you wanted from him. You had gotten your closure. You were in the process of moving on, a very hot and steamy process if you were honest. You wanted to get back to that. “You should leave.” You nodded as your jaw tensed.

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The ink cap mushroom. The black is a liquefaction of the gills. 

The black liquid that this mushroom releases after being picked was once used as ink.

The mushrooms are poisonous, though for the most part a bite is fine. They are not food mushrooms, and are not meant to be eaten long-term or in large amounts.

These mushrooms are also called Tippler’s Bane. People who drink before or anywhere from three hours to five days after eating an inky cap will find that they have a red face, tingling limbs, and a racing heart. Then nausea, vomiting, and in severe cases, heart problems. The more alcohol the person drinks, the more they’ll suffer.

This is “disulfiram syndrome” and it can cause myocardial infarction (heart attack) (though this being lethal is really quite rare.)

Inky, dripping mushrooms.

(Edited due to a couple of points being clarified by someone who lives in an environment where these commonly grow.)

You deserve better - Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Word Count: 2,1k 

Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up Audiences, mentions of low self-esteem.

Request: “can you write something about luke and the reader being at some event and there’s lot of pretty girls and the reader starts to feel insecure about herself and thinking luke deserves better than her, but then he shows her how much he loves her?”

Summary: Being the girlfriend of Luke Hemmings from 5sos was never easy. Especially when you have already your own issues. What happens when Luke finds out about them though?

A/N: I really liked this request and tried to keep it clean for the most part. I really hope you like (even though I know it may not be the best). If you liked it, like/reblog the post (it helps me as a writer to know that you liked it) and don’t forget to leave me your thoughts and comments in my inbox. It helps me improve my writing and motivates me to keep going! 

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some soc drinking headcanons:

  • wylan can’t hold his liquor at all. he drinks one champagne and is tipsy, he drinks one shot and is drunk. hammered. jesper finds this very amusing, especially since wylan tries to flirt with him whenever he is drunk and is just. so charmingly bad at it.
  • jesper on the other hand can drink. when he drinks, he gets calmer, his nervous energy slows down, but he also becomes a lot bolder. and has no regard for any kind of boundaries. at all. like, he’ll grab matthias ass and say “always wondered if it was as tight as it looked” without any warning or shame.
  • inej doesn’t really like to drink since it dulls her senses, but if she has to, she’s a master at pretending not to be drunk. at least until she stands, because even the slightest bit of alcohol makes her sway on her feet. she never falls though. the wraith never falls.
  • nina becomes loud and flirtatious, but only after a couple of drinks. she hits on inej one time and inej dies™
  • kaz doesn’t drink. he always manages to find an excuse, because part of him is scared shitless about lowering his defences.
  • matthias can out-drink almost all of them. except maybe kuwei, who can hold his liquor surprisingly well. when matthias drinks, he becomes more solem and silent, but his face gets red. you know matthias had enough when he starts smiling at the air. or when he starts loudly proclaiming how beautiful nina is. 
Wicked Games Chapter Seventeen - Epilogue.

Thank you to everyone who read this story and who commented and left kudos on it. Your kind words are what made me want to update and finish this story. To those of you who have been here since the beginning; thank you for sticking with me throughout all my crazy cliffhangers. I love ya’ll so much.

To @itstenafterfour, this story never would have made it here without you cheering me on and gassing me up 24/7. Hope you’re ready to be my beta forever.

We’ve come to the end of this journey.

Thank you and enjoy. <3

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Reunited - Nine

A/N: Second to last part y’all. I’m a little anxious about this, because it has smut in it, which I don’t really write that often. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thank you to my beta @thorne93, you’re the best.

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared, Lexi(OC), Violet(OC), Sarah (OC)

Warnings: Fluff, alcohol consumption (no Jack in this one though) and Smut (probably shitty smut, but still)

Wordcount: 4336 (not even sorry)

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*not my gif* 

Originally posted by asapineapple

Contrary to all your fears and regular nightmares, the first wedding went off without a hitch. Wendy the wedding planner was happy, the bride and groom were happy, your employees were… exhausted, but happy.

You were all standing in your shop on Saturday afternoon, your job was done, your feet were killing you, and you had a giant smile on your lips.

“You all did awesome today,” you said, looking at the three girls. “I know we got off to a rough start with this, and I know the next one will probably not be any easier, but I am just so incredibly proud of you all. You have worked long hours with an unbelievable workload and I am just so grateful for all of you, I could not have done this without you,” you said, feeling yourself tearing up.  

“You haven’t been too bad yourself,” Lexi said with a warm smile.

“Thank you,” you said, nodding to her. “Listen, I have decided that we all need to relax a bit after this, so tonight I’m inviting you to a barbecue at my place. You don’t have to bring anything, just show up around seven and we’ll relax with some good food and a few beers. We have earned it.”

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Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook Reaction to You Coming Home Drunk After An Argument With Him

Part of Coming home drunk

Part I, Part II, Part III

I decided to make this lighter than the drug scenario. I still think it would be completely immature to walk out and get drunk because of an argument, but honestly I feel like if you came back within an hour or two, the boys would be okay.

Note: Relationships are about communication. It’s okay to fight, but it’s not okay for it to turn physical and it’s not okay to get high or wasted. Your safety should matter <3

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anonymous asked:

A blurb with Niall and he consoles you after a bad night at home? Xx

I’m sorry this one is short. It sorta hit too close to home so I didn’t want to spend so long on it.

It was pretty late when Niall finally left the bar. He was covered in alcohol and he felt sweaty and even though the tips were great, he really wanted to shower and go to bed. Of course, he did enjoy being a bartender, like he said, it was great money. But some nights were more trying than others and tonight was one of those nights.

All he wanted was a shower.

The most difficult part of his night though, was not the rabblerousing bar patrons but the one-worded texts from his princess. She wouldn’t tell him what was wrong, which only made him assume the worst and he wanted to cuddle the sadness out of her. But, she was adamant about not making his night worse. So one-worded answers were sent to him and he waited patiently for her to explain what was wrong.

Niall sat in his silent car for a few moments. He was trying to regain a bit of energy to climb the steps to his apartment just so he could go to bed. Maybe he’d shower in the morning. He checked his phone again, no message from you—not even one word. Dragging his hand through his tousled hair he sighed, he supposed he’d have to go pick you up in the morning for some TLC.

After sitting a few more minutes in silence, Niall took his money and carried it upstairs. It was there he found you laying curled in a ball at his apartment door. He gasped softly. “Baby, what on earth!?” He hummed nudging you out of the way so he could open the door. In slow motion and exhaustion, you got up to stand beside him. You didn’t even tell him what was wrong you just stood there.

He ushered you in quickly, and you took a seat on his sofa. Niall quickly zoomed around the apartment with newfound energy. He wanted to take care of you. He shoved his money in the small safe he kept—just until he’d get to the bank to deposit it tomorrow. Then he grabbed you some comfy clothes to change into and he grabbed some water for you and a beer for himself.

He sat on the sofa beside you and gazed at the side of your face since you wouldn’t make eye contact with him. “Princess?” he questioned softly after a few moments.

“I just don’t understand,” you burst. “I don’t drink, I don’t do drugs, I help with bills, I help clean, I don’t go out late, I don’t do anything. Why am I not good enough?” You whimpered.

Sighing, Niall leaned back against the couch and pulled you along with him so you rested against his chest. “I know, princess,” he murmured and kissed the top of your head. You turned to cuddle into him.

“I try so hard…” you mumbled. “It feels worthless and I feel worthless and I just hate everything.”

He pouted. “I’m sorry you feel that way, love. I wish I could help you more.”

You nodded and felt bad because you never wanted to bother Niall. But it was agonizing at home, and all you wanted was to lay with someone that adored you and smelled like cotton and grass. “You know you can always move in with me, whenever you want.”

“Can’t, you’ll get sick of me.”

“In what world do you live in?” He chuckled. You sighed and shrugged sadly, feeling too sorry for yourself to even joke with Niall. He gently ran his fingers up and down your arm. “Regardless, you’re always welcomed here, angel. I’ll get you a key first thing in the morning so you don’t have to sit on the floor outside,” he said squeezing you gently. “I love you very much, princess.”

“I love you too, Niall. Thanks.”

He knew there was a lot more he could say and maybe even a lot more he could do. But right now, he didn’t think you really wanted any of that and instead you just wanted Niall and how warm and safe he was. So he did that for you and held you till your heart slowed and your mind eased. And when you finally drifted to sleep he carried you off to his bed and kissed you sweetly on the forehead because all you really needed was some unconditional love.

Dear Friend,

August 30, 2016

I don’t want to be alone anymore - not after last night.
Today is harder than usual because I finally got to see the boy I’m in love with.
I finally got to see Him.

I’m alone in my room.
The silence is louder than usual.
How do you shut out the silence?
Is that even possible?
I don’t know how, but my overthinking clouded most of the silence when I started thinking about Him.

I want to think about the good times that we’ve been having - especially last night.
I need more good memories to replace the old one’s that I can’t let go.
The one’s that bring tears to my eyes each time I think about them.
He broke my heart once and I don’t want him to do it again.

Things were getting so perfect for me.
I was finally slowly letting go of him.
I was finally almost fully healed.
But then he shows up in my life again and I welcome him with open arms.
Then things get difficult for me once more.
Because one night alone with him is never enough.
I want him and all of him all the time.
I never want to let him go.
Thankfully, I’ve been seeing him more often now because he moved back here to our hometown.
But I can’t help but think he will just leave me the same way he did before - without notice or warning.
I’m just making the most out of the time that I have with him while I can.

At first, I thought he was just visiting for a while, but he failed to mention that he was staying here for a few months.
I was surprised when he told me this.
Hearing this news was a bittersweet moment for me.
Of course I was very happy that we would be able to see each other more often, but I was also cautious and sad that he could potentially get back with his ex-girlfriend.

The same night he told me he was moving back home, he did mention that he talked to her, but they came to an agreement that they wouldn’t talk to each other anymore.
I will admit I was a little relieved to hear this.
Not just for me, but for him too.
I feel like she was holding onto him only for her own security that this new guy she likes wouldn’t work out in the end.
I think that’s just wrong for her to do.
These are just my assumptions though.
Who knows why she was keeping him in her life.
I just hope he does try to move on from her.
I want him to be happy.
I always want to see him smile.
I just hope I can be that person that makes him happy and smile and laugh.

I’m just glad he’s back in my life.
Back when he was with his girlfriend and living here, I’d see him (literally) once every three - six months.
I thought it was going to be like before, but that wasn’t the case when he came over for the first time since moving back.
I can’t stop thinking about it…
I can’t stop thinking about all the fun we had last night.
New good memories to replace the old bad ones.

I was laying down on my bed about to cry.
I felt so overwhelmed with school, work, money and my loneliness.
Everything was just pouring in all at once.
And there was nothing but silence around me.
I was just about to shed a tear when my phone vibrated.
I looked at my phone.
He texted me!

“Hey.”
The anxiety kicked in.


Yeah?…” I responded.

“What are you doing?” He asked.
My heart started pounding.

Crying.”
*deletes*
I’m just laying down.”

“Is it cool if I go over?”
My hands started to shake.


YES!!”
*deletes*
“Yeah, sure.”


“On my way.”
My legs started to quiver.


A few minutes passed and there he was at my doorstep.
I missed him so much.
I know I had just seen him about a month before - when I went to visit him, but that month felt like an eternity.

He looked adorable as always.
He was wearing a black shirt with gray skinny jeans and black boots.
He did look a little different with his beard though.
That was the only thing different about him.
I had never seen that much facial hair on him before.
It took me a little while to get used to it.
I’m not a fan of beards.
I gave him a hug and we walked to my room.

He sat down at the edge of my bed with something in his hand.
I was so distracted by his eyes that I didn’t realize he brought back a pair of shorts I let him borrow when I saw him last month.  

Before he gave them to me he said, “Alex, I’m sorry if these have any bed bugs on them. And I’m also sorry if they infest your bed and your house.”

I laughed.
”What? What do you mean? Are you being serious?”

He laughed too and got a little shy.
He looked down at the shorts and continued, “Yeah. Before I left the apartment, we had a problem with bed bugs. They were crawling everywhere. But I washed them before I came here. I even used hot water.”

I laughed again, sat next to him, picked up his chin and looked into his green eyes.
”Oh my God. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure there’s no bed bugs in these shorts. And if there is, it’s okay! I’ll just blame you for everything.”
I patted him on the back and smiled.
He started to laugh again.
I could tell he didn’t feel uncomfortable anymore.
He gave me the shorts and I put them away in my drawer.

I started to scratch my hand.
”Oh wow. Maybe you’re right. There are bed bugs in those shorts!”

He smiled and shouted, “Shut up!”

”Sorry. I had to do it. It was just too easy. But okay. I’ll stop.”

I sat down next to him again and we talked for a few moments.
He said he wanted to go out for a while and do something.
So, we did.

Our first stop was a place called Sonic.
It’s this drive-in fast food restaurant that sells really good drinks.
They also have a playground area with sand and an area to play volleyball.

We got down to the playground area.
It was a very hot and humid night (it was my awful idea to get down and I instantly regretted it).
To cool off, I got myself my favorite cherry lime cream slush and he got a cherry slush.
He never even heard of a cream slush.

”It’s like a slush mixed with ice cream,” I tried to explain.

”That sounds gross, Alex,” he said with that stare I love and hate at the same time.
It’s so compelling and sexy.

”What?! It’s not gross! It’s my favorite drink.”

”It sounds gross,” he repeated.

They brought out our order.
I had to make him try my cherry lime cream slush.

”Okay. That’s good!” He said.

”See! I told you!”

”You made it sound gross though. It’s not really ‘mixed,’” he air quoted and continued. “It’s more like blended. They blend the ice cream with the slush.”

I rolled my eyes.
”Okay. Well excuse me for using the wrong terminology.”
We both laughed.

Soon afterward, we debated on what to do next.
It was either an exploration to Target or Walmart.
We would’ve chosen the former, but the store was closing soon.
To Walmart it was!

Now, I know most people would probably think, “What the hell do you do at Walmart at 12:00am?”
To be honest, you can’t really do much.
It’s who you’re with that that question really matters.
I wasn’t bored with him there.
I was just happy that I was spending time with the boy of my dreams.
I didn’t care where I was, so long as I was with him.
We were looking around cracking stupid jokes and I will admit I was being a little sassy with him.
The best part though was that he was being sassy right back.
I liked that.
We explored many sections of this supermarket together.

First, it was the alcohol section.
We couldn’t buy anything because they didn’t sell after midnight.
It didn’t matter anyway.
I’m sure we weren’t going to drink.

Next was the TV and video game section.
We were just looking around, mostly.
I made a joke about getting him a big TV for his birthday.
We laughed.
Then he showed me some video games that he wanted to play.
I made a mental note of them for later.

Then, we went to the toy section.
While I was looking at Power Rangers figurines, he decided to play with the smallest soccer ball he could find.
It looked funny because of his big black boots.
“He’s such a little weirdo,” I thought.
“But he’s my weirdo.”
He kicked it around and through the isles and somehow “accidentally” hit my butt with it.

When he was done with the soccer ball, he amused himself with a hula hoop.
I saw him attempt to do it – he failed.
It was quite tragic.
He didn’t know how to do it, but he tried his best.
Hell, it was way better than what I would’ve done, so I shouldn’t judge.
It was cute seeing him swing his hips around.

Lastly, we went to the book section to find nothing interesting.
So to kill more time, we went to the men’s clothing section so he could look at some t-shirts.
We were not there for much longer.

We finally left our little late night adventure.
We arrived at my house moments later.
I had a little surprise waiting for him there.
It was his birthday last week, so I had a few things for him.

I actually had sent him a card with part of his gift in the mail.
I never got a thank you from him which worried me about the gifts.
I was getting really scared that he didn’t get it.
Coincidentally, the card that I sent him was sent back to me yesterday.
Apparently I put the wrong address.
Everything happens for a reason, and this was definitely for the better.

When he walked into my room, he made himself comfortable and sat down on the same spot from earlier on my bed.
I was starting to get nervous.
I didn’t know how to give him his gifts.
I wanted to surprise him, so I asked him to close his eyes.
His reaction wasn’t what I expected.
He frowned and shrugged his shoulders and asked, “Why?”
I assumed he thought I wanted to kiss him, so I told him to cover himself with my blanket.
He did just that.

I went into my closet to get his surprise gifts and laid them neatly in front of him.
“Okay, you can take off the blanket now,” I said.
He threw the blanket out of the way and looked down.
“Happy birthday!” I shouted awkwardly while I presented him with his gifts.  
In front of him was the card that got sent back to me, a book called The Reason, and a gift from Sephora.

He saw the book first.
He had the biggest smile.
I loved it.
I loved looking at him when he was so happy.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe you got this stuff for me. And you got me the book! Thank you!” He said while giving me a really tight hug.

When he let go, the next thing he was curious about was what was in the Sephora bag (he’s always one that wants to take care of his skin, but just doesn’t care to spend money on that kind of stuff).
He took out the tissue paper and saw that I got him a cleanser, as well as a konjac sponge to exfoliate his face.
He had that big beautiful smile on his face again.
“Thank you Alex,” he paused looked into my eyes and continued, “Seriously.”
“You’re very welcome,” I replied.

Lastly, he finally looked at the card in an envelope with his name on it and a return address.
I had to explain to him what happened.
I was a little embarrassed about it because I supposedly put the wrong address, but when he saw it, he said that it was correct.
I don’t how that happened, but I’m glad the post office sent it back.
Because his reaction after reading the card was worth the wait.

The card I got him was cute in my opinion.
I can’t recall exactly what it read, but it was a game controller with a cute phrase.
Inside the card was two gift cards wrapped in a little paper note I decided to write separately.
To be honest, I didn’t know if he was going to keep the card, and I also didn’t know what he would do to it if he did keep it.
I was worried that someone in his family would get nosey and read the personal things I wrote him.
So, that’s why I decided to write him something separate from the card.

On the card, I wrote: I hope you have a great and wonderful birthday. You really deserve it. You’re an amazing person and a great friend. I’m glad to have you in my life. Happy birthday!

On the note, I wrote: So one day I asked you what do you want for your birthday. You jokingly told me, “Buy me groceries.” I didn’t take it as a joke. So, inside this card is a gift card to H-E-B. Go buy yourself some groceries.
He could’ve asked for anything.
Clothes, a game, shoes, cologne – hell, just anything!
But instead of saying any of those things, (or just about anything I could think of) he said, “Buy me groceries.”

He’s such a weirdo.
But he’s my weirdo
.

Things like that make me laugh, and smile, and remind me as to why I like him so much.
He didn’t react when he read this, but when he saw the gift card afterward he laughed and said, “Oh my god you actually got me groceries?! Thank you Alex.”

He continued reading the separate note I gave him.
It was really quiet, and it was making me feel a little nervous.
All I could remember at the time, was that I wrote how much I care for him and that I just want to see him happy.

Moments passed and he just looked at me; speechless and breathless.
He couldn’t stop smiling, and that in return made me smile.
He reached over to me and hugged me once more.
This time, it was different.
I could tell he didn’t want to let me go.
And when I hugged him tighter, he pulled me even closer to him.
He was holding me so tight that he could’ve suffocated me.
But I liked it.
I liked that he didn’t want to let me go.
If I could relive a moment in my life, this moment would definitely be one I’d come back to.

He told me thank you for the last time and slowly let me go.
We looked into each other’s eyes and I swear I wanted to kiss him.
I thought it was a perfect moment, but I knew I shouldn’t.
I knew I had to wait.

After that moment, I was happy.
I felt accomplished.
I felt good.
I felt important.
He’s never looked at me in that way before last night.
I didn’t need anything more, but the night wasn’t over and it just kept getting better.

We talked a lot.
About our problems.
About our futures.
About our feelings.
We cuddled.
We held hands.
We looked into each other’s eyes.
We felt each other’s heartbeat.
This was going on for hours, but it only felt like minutes.
I cherished every single moment of it.

It was 4AM.
I thought it was too late for him to go home so tired.
I insisted that he stayed over, but only if he was okay with it.
He was.
I got up and got some clothes for him to change into.
He walked to the bathroom, changed, and in a few moments was back in my room to join me on my bed.

The rest of the night involved a lot more cuddling.
This time, we were under a ton of sheets to keep ourselves warm from my cold room.
I had my arm around his chest and my legs on top of his.
My head was resting on his shoulder.
I was listening to him breathe.
It was really heavy.
I moved my hand closer to his chest.
I felt his heartbeat.  
It was beating faster than normal.
Was he nervous?” I thought to myself.

“Hey. Can I ask you something?” I said.

“Yeah. Of course. Anything.”

I looked into his eyes.
The room was dark, but I could still see the glow in his eyes.
It’s as if they illuminate on their own.
He was staring back at me.
My anxiety started kicking in again.
Before I let it take over me, I asked him the question.
“Can I kiss you?”

He paused.
“Yeah. You can.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. You can kiss me.”

I kept my eyes locked on his.
My left hand found it’s way behind his left ear, tussling his hair.
My right hand found it’s way to his face, caressing his cheek.
Just before I pulled him closer, he reached over to my lips and kissed me.
I pulled away, looked at him again to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
It was still him.
I leaned towards him to kiss him again.
And again.
And again…

I didn’t want the night to end.
But as the night got older, a new day started to begin.
I couldn’t believe that this was happening.
I’m kissing the boy of my dreams.
It was so perfect.
It was so magical.
I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.

When my thoughts stopped overflowing, I stopped and said, “It’s getting late. We should really go to sleep now.”

“Yeah. I know. Thank you for everything tonight. I really don’t deserve you as a friend,” he said.

“Yes you do. You deserve to be happy. You deserve the world.”
He gave me a cocky smile.
And I mirrored that smile.

I gave him one last hug and one last kiss.
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Alex.”
I turned around and for once in a very long time, I fell asleep with a smile on my face.  

Love always,
Alex

Rules of recognition

Sebastian Stan x reader

Notes: tiny bit angsty, fluff, smut, alcohol, swearing.

Summary: an exceptional rough day brings you to the hotel bar you frequent when you really need a drink. A handsome stranger helps you lift your spirits; though you find out he’s not that much a stranger to you at all. 

Originally posted by taylorannshazamm

There will be a part two! (again!) I can’t help myself. I’m too wordy for my own good. 

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purified-zone  asked:

i can't fucking believe it's only now that i realize that dave and rose are poe and lovecraft. god damn it.

*thinks for a second*

  1. Dave: Corvids, neurosis, poetry/music, uncomfortable incest thoughts, Time obsession, nostalgia/regret, Blood squick
  2. Rose: Eldritch horrors, ancient gods, vampires, dark majyyks, literary, obsession with the alien, obsession with the dark and hidden

Oh Wow :|

*slides purified-zone an entire plateful of e-cookies*

Class Clown Pt 6

As requested, here is part 6 to Class Clown. Thank you guys for all your support, it’s really fun writing these and I’m glad you guys enjoy(?) them :) Also a special thanks to @cocomomo613 for helping me brainstorm and supporting me and being a true pal.

master list here (part 5 available there)

Summary: Class clown Taehyung has a lot more going on at home than anybody realizes, especially not you, the class Valedictorian. 

Taehyung x Reader, fluff/angst (Warning: mentions of alcoholism, etc, not really a present theme anymore though) 

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Frat Boy Pt 3 - Harry Styles One Shot

part 1, part 2

YOU’VE HAD TO WAIT TWO WEEKS BUT YOU CAN CONTINUE YOUR COLLEGE ANGST AND ROMANCE WITH HARRY NOW.  I mean is this really classified as a “one shot” anymore?  I’m not sure.  For this one you may want to read part 2 for the beginning to make any sense, but then again, it still involves angst and tension and frat parties and alcohol and college Harry so…enjoy!

Your eyes weren’t closed though, your lips weren’t even feeling the soft caress of his once he recovered from shock, or feeling the way his hand gripped your waist and pulled you closer.

Because your eyes were on Harry’s, witnessing them darken, feeling his anger, watching him scowl in a scalding rage while another girl marked his neck

And seeing him push the girl off and run directly up the banister.


Harry was livid as he ran to you, the anger rippling through him like a dam that had just been broken, its poisonous waters rushing over everything in its wake, his blood boiling and hot.  Hot enough to warp his perception, more so than the strongest liquor.

He was seeing red and each leap up the banister, each millisecond he got closer to you, the worse the image became engrained in his mind.  The way Niall had placed his hands around your waist.  The way he’d pulled your hips to his.  The way you had pressed your fucking lips to his.  

He didn’t feel the steps beneath him as he took in your terrified face and doe-eyes, wide as could be. You were staring at him.  Just as you had when you’d made out with another. When another’s lips were pressed against yours, invading the space he wanted to claim.  When you’d let another do exactly what he’d wanted to do all along.  

You knew what you were doing.  You knew what you were fucking doing to him.

And there you stood.

Niall’s arms still around you.

He was snarling.

Seething.

He didn’t even feel human.

You hadn’t moved.  You’d pulled your lips from Niall’s as soon as Harry had starting running, but Niall’s arms still gripped your hips.  His touch now seemed foreign, unwanted.  The reason you withdrew escaped him.  Niall was completely oblivious, his turned back the only reason a charming smile was still on his face.  You knew you should retreat from the fuming man charging towards you, that you’d crossed a line even though you and Harry had never drawn one up to begin with.  But it didn’t change the fact that it was there, for whatever reason, and now it was flashing neon because you’d violated it.  

But he violated it before you had.  

You couldn’t step away from Niall’s hold, the shock that Harry was coming closer to you and had actually left his make out buddy twice, for you, giving you more satisfaction than it should have and keeping you frozen in the poor lad’s grasp.

Even when you knew it was the last place you should be.

As Harry raged closer, you noticed those green eyes had grown dark, as dark as his black jeans, and for the first time you regretted everything.

You thought you’d seen an ugly side to Harry with that stranger outside your class.  But this? This Harry was an entirely different beast.  And you weren’t quite sure anything could tame him.

By the time the thought crossed your mind it was too late.

“Let her go,” Harry growled. His voice was low, gravelly. Deadly.  Niall didn’t have time to turn around let alone react before Harry grabbed his shoulders and tore him off you, the blonde flying backwards.  He stumbled against gravity and lost, hitting the floor with a groan.

“What the fuck Harry?!” Niall’s eyes were swimming with confusion and anger, lighting the blue with a spark that was a threat in itself.

But Harry wasn’t focused on Niall anymore, his blistering eyes were on your own.  And this time there were no Ray Bans to protect you.  His gaze was heavy, fiery, and suddenly you felt the need to throw up all over again.

He didn’t mutter a word when he grabbed your hand and dragged you behind him, the grasp that once gave you a sense of calm now leaving you speechless, numb with shock.  You didn’t even know where he was taking you.  It was a wonder you hadn’t fumbled and fallen at his persistent tugging.

It was only when you were halfway down the hall to Harry’s room that you were suddenly blessed with speech and could mumble a feeble, “Where are we going?”  As if you didn’t know.

He didn’t reply, but you noticed his pace quickened once you spoke, and that only made your heart race faster and your hands a little sweatier. His grip, harder.  If he noticed your hot palms, he didn’t show it.  You swallowed thickly as he quickly led you into his room. The slam of the door shutting behind you made you flinch, and he let go of your hand once it was clear you weren’t going to go anywhere.

He stalked towards the center of his room, stopping at the foot of his bed, and kept his back to you. Despite everything, you couldn’t help but admire the planes of his back and how the t-shirt lay on his broad shoulder blades and the toned muscles lying just beneath.

As much as you hated yourself for it, an extra shot of adrenaline coursed through you that Harry Styles was getting this worked up over you, over this, whatever this was.  The buzz hadn’t faded yet, and it made it that much harder to contain the possibility that….no.  No matter what happened you wouldn’t delude yourself into thinking that Harry genuinely liked you.

But as Harry’s chest continued to heave as he struggled to control his breathing, and the tension rolled off him in toxic waves as he stood motionless in the center of the room, your pleasurable adrenaline quickly turned to that of fear.  Harry wouldn’t hurt you.  Would he? He’d dragged you all the way to his room, but he hadn’t spoken to you and his silence was concerning.  What awful things were going through his mind where he couldn’t even speak to you?  What did he want to do?  What would he do?

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When You Take the Mask Off (Part 2)

Series Summary: Fank’s one-night-stands turns into more than he thought, and this girl is more than she seems.

A/N: Said it once, gonna say it again: this series is going to be under the tags “when you take the mask off” and “wyttmo series”.  Also, this series will have a separate tag list, feel free to message me if you want to be tagged!

Frank Adler x reader

Word count: 1439

Summary: Frank and (Y/N) run into each other, and get to know each other as more than a wild night.

Warnings: alcohol, bad living condidtions?  Idk…

PART 1

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another rec from the @kentparsonbirthdaybash​!!

Friends in Low Places

(patater, teen, 5k)

“Hey, Mashkov,” Kent says, “who do I gotta blow to get a drink around here?”

I hardly ever read Patater but the summary line made me laugh and gave me good vibes, so I checked this fic out, and I am SO glad I did. It’s genuinely one of the most well-written fics I’ve read in a while. Kent’s voice is so perfect here, the jokes land, Kent’s interactions with Tater are goofy and believable and their relationship develops in a really genuine way. There’s a lot of Jack in this fic, too, which I absolutely loved.

This fic straddles the lines between being really funny and really sad in my favorite, very Kent Parson kind of way. This Kent isn’t coping very well, and my heart broke for him– but I still felt optimistic at the end of the fic. Definitely be mindful of the tags, though. The alcohol and drug abuse is not healthy and can be upsetting in places if you’re sensitive to that, but those bits are also integral to the fic and part of why this story works so well.

Anyway, I wholly recommend checking this one out, even if you’re not generally moved by the pairing!

Something just like this. Part two.

Name: Something just like this. Part 2.

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: Captain America

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader; Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff; Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner.

Warnings: Cheating; alcohol consumption; AU.

This story are going in two timelines: one in a plain letters; the other one - in italics.

Summury: Bucky Barnes.The man, who has everything he might desire: beautiful girlfriend; money; power and loyal friends. Or so he though. What will happen once he is late for his flight and fired from the job he loved so dearly?

People always say: Fate has a twisted sense of humor.
What can go wrong on a day, when nothing can go right?

Part 1.

Here is my Masterlist. (It’s Up to Date)

GUYS, I REALLY WOULD LOVE TO HEAR YOUR OPINION - ASK AT YOUR SERVICE <3

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Big Things Have Small Beginnings (Pt. 3)

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x YouTuber!Reader

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins

Word Count: 1358

Warnings: Fluff, alcohol usage, unedited writing 

Summary: Jared Padalecki, costar of Supernatural, had been divorced for two years and his way of coping is watching Y/N L/N, a vlogger on YouTube. Not necessarily for the content, but for her. When Jared won’t suck it up and talk to her, his best friend Jensen takes matters into his own hands.

Notes: Hey I’m sorry this took forever to come out but I felt really discouraged after posting the last part seeing as it got at least 130 less notes so… I made it up for it though by making this longer. You’re welcome.

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As Jared pulled into the airport his heart began to race like a teenager upon seeing his crush. His crush wasn’t due to arrive for another half hour though. Jared grabbed the grey beanie that sat in the passenger seat and slipped it on before getting out of the car. Before going into the building Jared fixed himself in the window of his car and headed into to the airport to wait for you.

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