obscene hand gestures

Day One Hundred And Thirty-Nine

-I came across evidence that someone tried to steal a fidget spinner, but stopped halfway and abandoned the crime. Assuming that they did not pass on from spin withdrawals, I am proud of them for working to kick their cramp-inducing addiction.

-A boy asked if he had to pay if he left the store without purchasing anything. His mother told him no, but I knew to keep my mouth shut. We find that we get the best results if our Hostage Protocol is kept a secret until discovered firsthand.

-A woman with heavy eye shadow, green feathered hair, and an AC/DC shirt came through with two kids, each her equal in style choices, confirming what I have long suspected. Punk is not dead. It has just been on maternity leave.

-Tonight, I scanned my first Halloween item of the year. It may only be mid-August, but I can already feel my seasonal powers growing.

-A young boy asked his mother for a movie, only to be promptly denied. He tried again, adding in a “please”, just to be once more shut down. He decided to make one last attempt, no holds bared, throwing out the big gun that we negotiation veterans refer to as the Super Please. He was told no again, but it cannot be said that his efforts went unrecognized.

-I was asked by a college student if there was a return policy on the school supplies for when she dropped out. The relief in her eyes when I let her know she had ninety days proved how deadly serious she was, earning her all of the respect I have in me to give.

-As a boy purchased a Nerf gun as tall as himself, he gave me some insight into his life. “With this gun, all you’ll be doing is this,” followed by a series of obscene hand gestures surprising to see performed in front of one’s grandparents.

Blowjob

Deadpool x Reader

Warnings: It’s fucking Deadpool. 

Summary: Your girl Nega hooks you up with Wade Wilson. 

Originally posted by my-daily-space

The bar was dingy as fuck.

Fuck it was downright biowaste, but it was the place your date picked. And now you were questioning the whole damn thing.

Cursing Nega under your breath for setting you up with her ‘friend’, you hustled into the bar and looked down at your phone. Quickly you texted the number of Wade Wilson, the man you had been talking to on and off for the last week and a half.

“I’m here.”

A second later, your cell buzzed. “Holy shit you’re way hotter in person. Fuck me.”

Another buzz. “Full disclosure, I have a boner.”

Another buzz. “Also my penis is big.”

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  • Velvet: Brr, it's so cold today! *hugs herself and shivers*
  • Yatsuhashi: I know- I'm going to make some tea to help me warm up. Would you like a cup?
  • Velvet: Actually, I could really use some hot cocoa, if we have some.
  • Coco: *bursts into the room and slides in front of Velvet, lowering her sunglasses while she cocks an eyebrow* Did someone call me?
  • Velvet: *laughs* I meant the drink, Coco- it's freezing in here.
  • Coco: Oh, don't worry, Vel- I could heat things right up. *winks at Velvet* If you know what I'm talking about.
  • Velvet: *turns bright red and hides her face in the blanket she has draped over herself* ... Put the kettle on, Yatsu.
  • Yatsuhashi: *shakes his head and chuckles as Coco makes obscene hand/mouth gestures* Sure thing.
Candy Man

Genre: 50s!AU; Fluff; Humor 

Pairing: Greaser!S. Coups x Black Reader

Warnings:  Lots of profanity; Racism (but nothing too descriptive and no slurs)

Author’s Note: I was listening to early 2000s hits and “Candyman” by Christina Aguilera came on, so this happened. I also recently watched “A Bronx Tale”, even though that’s more 60s, but I digress.  Greaser!S. Coups gives me all the feels.

     “Ayo, Coups!  You mind spottin’ me?,” Mingyu asked, gesturing towards an apple on the produce vendor’s cart.  “I ain’t spottin’ shit; I lent you money last week.”  “Fine,” the younger male snickered, plucking the bright red treat and taking a bite out of it before his superior could tell him to put it back.  

     “You better pay for that, you little thief!,” the elderly owner exclaimed.  “Cool it, Mr. Jung.  We don’t want no trouble,” S. Coups said, clearly amused at the thought of this old man threatening his able-bodied friend.  Taking a coin out of his pocket, he flicked it in the air, making it an easy catch for the gray haired shop keep.  

     “You’re alright, Choi.  Those other ones you hang out with?  Not so much.”  “Eh, what can ‘ya do?,” the black haired boy shrugged with a sly grin before running off to join his friends down the street.  “Have a nice day, Mr. Jung!”

     “Have a nice day, Mr. Jung!,” Mingyu mocked as S. Coups caught up.  “We don’t want no trouble, Mr. Jung!,” Vernon chimed in with the same tone.  “Shut the fuck up, Dipshits!,” S. Coups laughed.  

     “You should thank him for covering for you. Being a jackass doesn’t get you anywhere or anything,” Wonwoo informed the two younger boys.  “It got me this apple,” Mingyu countered, taking a bite for emphasis.   “And it almost got you a cap in the ass.  I swear Mr. Jung is packin’,” S. Coups said with a nudge to the boy’s side.  

     “Wonwoo with his books and you with your manners think you’re so fucking great, huh?” “Well, I can’t speak for Wonwoo, but my manners are what got me a game of backseat bingo with Hyojin last weekend while you were at home twiddlin’ your dick,” the eldest smirked, causing everyone else to laugh.

     More playfully careless banter was exchanged between the four friends as they approached the bus stop.  “Alright, now if they say anything to you, don’t respond,” S. Coups ordered, upon seeing a few white kids waiting there.  “I ain’t no candyass, Coups,” Vernon muttered.  “Don’t say another fucking thing.  You almost got us killed last time.”

     The four boarded the bus in silence, ignoring the few white kids that made snide comments or spat slurs.  “They’ve run out of original material.  Ain’t that a bite,” Wonwoo said under his breath.  

     “The fuck did you just say?,” one blonde haired boy asked.  “You heard me.”  Before the blonde boy could answer, the bus door opened again and a girl with brown skin and curly hair walked on, clutching a few grocery bags to her chest.  By the time she made it halfway to the back, the four Asian boys had become old news.  Even more people shouted at her while making obscene hand gestures, but she simply kept her eyes on the back window.  

     S. Coups’ eyes followed her from the moment she stepped on until the moment she sat down at the back of the bus.  He scanned over her features before moving down her body, only to be interrupted by a pluck on the head snapping him out of his trance.  

     “What are you looking at?,” Vernon asked.  “Huh? Oh, nothing,” S. Coups replied, pulling a lollipop out of his pocket and unwrapping it.  “You were lookin’ at that black chick, weren’t you?,” Mingyu said, already knowing the answer.  “Maybe so,” he shrugged, popping the candy into his mouth.  

     “You’re keen on a black girl?,” Wonwoo asked.  “My god, guys, she’s black not a fuckin’ leper.  And yeah, I mean…She’s beautiful.  And you guys saw how well she handled that racist bullshit.  She’s classy.”  “The fuck do you know about class?,” Mingyu laughed.  “More than you since I actually go to mine. Like I was saying, she’s-”  “Black.  She’s black, Coups,” Vernon interjected.  “You don’t like it when people judge the way you look, do you?”  “I’m not judging her, I’m just saying you’re asking for trouble.  Mrs. Choi would just about drop dead.”  “Yeah, well you said that when I got my piercings and tattoos, but her heart’s still beatin’ ain’t it?”  

     The bus came to a sharp stop and their topic of discussion arose from her seat and walked towards the front of the bus to leave.  She made swift eye contact with S. Coups, and he swore on his great grandfather’s grave that she smiled at him.  He got up as she passed him and turned to look at his friends, giving them a salute and sideways smile.  “You’re joking,” Mingyu deadpanned.  “Nah, I’ll leave the jokes to you Bozos,” the oldest responded with a laugh before leaving the group.  He gave them a small wave as they rode by him and tossed the stick from his candy on the ground.

     He turned around to find the girl struggling with one of her bags.  Rushing to her side, he used his hand to support the bottom of it, startling her a bit.  “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.  It just looked like you needed some help,” he smiled.  “…Thanks,” she hesitantly replied. “I can carry one if you want.  They look kind of heavy.”  “Thank you kindly, but I can handle it,” she said defiantly.  Taking another step forward, she tripped over a rock, causing an apple to fall from one of her bags.  S. Coups caught it and placed it back on top.  “You can handle it, huh?” he chuckled.  

    She stopped in her tracks and looked at him almost incredulously.  “Why are you being nice to me?”  “Why wouldn’t I be?”  She simply rolled her eyes with a scoff.  “Look, I know what you’re thinking, and I’m not like that.”  She searched his face for any sign of deception or dishonesty and couldn’t seem to find one, so she reluctantly allowed him to help her.  

     “You got a name?,” he asked, walking beside her.  “_____.”  “_____; that’s pretty.  I like it,” he smiled at the way her name rolled off his tongue.  “What’s yours?,” she asked in response.  “Coups.  S. Coups.”  “What kind of name is that?,” she giggled.  “It’s my kind of name.  What, you don’t like it?”  She shook her head, laughing at his mockingly offended expression.  “Well, my real name’s Seungcheol, but let’s keep that between us.  Only you can call me that.”  “Well, don’t I feel special.”  “You should,” he chuckled.


     “Hey, we’ve been walking for a bit. Not that I mind the extra time with you, but why’d you get off the bus so far from your block?”  “Bus doesn’t ride through black neighborhoods.  I ‘spose you ain’t too keen on walking through one, neither?”  “I’m keen on you, so I’d follow you anywhere,” he smirked.  “You ‘bout as slick as that grease you slather your hair in,” she laughed.

     About a block later, she stopped again.  “Well, there’s my place right on that corner.”  “You don’t want me to walk you to your door, do you?”  She paused for a moment before answering, “My mama would kill me if you strolled up to the door.”  “I can’t even be upset, since mine would do the same if she saw you.  It’s because I’m Korean, right?”  “No, she’d say you look like a hoodlum,” she began, gesturing towards his outfit.  “But yours would say the same about me, so I guess we’re even.” “So, what if I wanna see you again?”  “Like when?”  “Like all the time, but we can start with tonight,” he replied with a crooked smile.  She bit her lip in thought and S. Coups took note of how pretty her lips were.  “My mama’s usually in bed by the time the street lights come on”  “Great, I’ll pick you up at eight thirty.”


     _____ sat on her bed, waiting and thinking about all the things that could go wrong.  But just as the list got too long, she remembered that smile of his.  Glancing at the clock, she saw that it was eight twenty-five.  She hopped up from her bed and took a look in the mirror, fluffing her hair and applying a coat of lip balm.  Then she quietly made her way downstairs and out the door. 

     S. Coups popped another lollipop out of his mouth to greet her.  “You made it!,” he smiled.  “What, did you think I would punk out?”  “I don’t know, but from what you told me, your mama’s kind of intimidating.  A real ‘no bs’ kinda gal.”  “Well, she is, but she worked a double yesterday, so she’s knocked out.  I wouldn’t chance anything by staying out too late, though.”  “Don’t worry.  I’ll have you home well before she wakes up for her next shift.  Quick question…You afraid of motorcycles?”  


     “Careful, Sweetheart.  You hold me any tighter and I just might propose,” S. Coups laughed.  “I wouldn’t be holding you so tight if you weren’t driving like a bat out of hell,” _____ replied, voice cracking when they hit a speed bump.  “Sorry ‘bout that. I hope your eyes are open, though, since you’re supposed to be giving me directions.”  “Oh, right…,” she muttered, opening her eyes to take a look around.  “Make a left at the next light.”

     After a few more minutes, the vehicle came to a stop in a dimly lit neighborhood.  S. Coups got off the bike, locking it into place before offering a hand to his date.  Normally, she would have declined, but she was still a bit dizzy, so she accepted the gesture.  “Where are we?,” he asked.  “You’ll see,” she smiled, tugging him down a small hill to a slightly worn down building.

     She knocked on the door and waited a few seconds before someone opened an eye level slot.  “Password?,” questioned the pair of dark brown eyes. “SlimJim,” she answered confidently.  The door opened to reveal a black boy around their age.  He smiled at her but gave S. Coups a strange look as she pulled him through the room and down a flight of stairs to what he figured was the basement. The room was packed with black kids, all dancing and having a good time, the jukebox blasting the latest tunes.  A few came to greet _____, and he got a couple stares every now and then, but overall, nobody paid him much attention.  

     Unwrapping a lollipop, he watched in amusement as _____ got pulled to the middle of the dance floor by two of her friends.  She was one hell of a dancer, and quite the social butterfly; he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She made everyone around her smile…even him.  

     “You aren’t gonna stand here all night are you?,” she asked, jogging back over to him during a song change.  “I’m not much of a dancer,” he replied, shifting the candy to one side of his mouth as he leaned against a table.  “That doesn’t matter to me. I brought you here to have fun.”  “I don’t know…,” he trailed off, contemplating whether or not he wanted to embarrass himself.  “C’mon, Candy Man.  It’s just one dance,” she teased, gently tugging on the front of his shirt.  “One dance?”  “That’s all I want.  Besides, I’m sure that’s all you could handle,” she smirked.   “Oh, really?,” he asked, one eyebrow raised.  Crossing her arms, she replied, “Mhm.”  Without breaking eye contact, he slid his leather jacket off and placed it over a chair.  Taking a few steps back, she beckoned to him with her finger, that same playful smirk still gracing her features.


     “So, I was that bad, huh?,” he asked as they walked back up the hill.  “What?  No, of course not.  Why would you think that?”  “Your friends were laughing.  They thought I was a total spaz, didn’t they?”  “…Well, yeah, but they thought you were a cute spaz,” she giggled. “I’ll take it.”

     Noticing a slight chill shake her shoulders, he wordlessly took off his jacket and draped it over them.  She simply smiled, knowing it was pointless to try to convince him that she didn’t need it.  “Thanks.”  “Don’t mention it,” he replied, nonchalantly sticking another lollipop into his mouth.  “I swear you always got one of them suckers hangin’ from your mouth.”  “Better than a cig.  I quit a while back” he shrugged.  “Can’t argue with that.  My friend told me kissing a boy who smokes is like kissing an ash tray,” she said, slightly leaning on his bike.  “Oh, really?,” he asked with a raised eyebrow as he stepped closer to her.  “Mhm,” she mused, gently pulling the lollipop out of his mouth.  After looking into her eyes for a moment, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, tilting his head a little to deepen the kiss.  

     “What did that taste like?,” he asked as he pulled away.  “…Candy,” she smiled.  “What did it taste like to you?”  “Heaven,” he smirked, causing her to laugh and playfully roll her eyes.  “These things must be the reason you do all that sweet talkin’,” she said, holding it out to him.  He plucked it from her fingers and responded, “Maybe so,” before popping it back into his mouth.    

     Realizing that it was getting really late, S. Coups decided to take _____ home.  After a short ride back, he insisted on dropping her off at her door since everyone was asleep, anyway.  

     She took off the jacket and went to hand it to him, but he just raised his hand to stop her.  “Give it back to me on our second date.”  “And what makes you think you’re getting a second date?”  “That kiss,” he said, biting his bottom lip as he watched a blush tint her cheeks. 

     “Well, you have until then to practice your dance moves,” she quickly recovered.  “Will do.  Next weekend; you and me on that dance floor.”  “Will I see you again before that?”  “I’ll be around.  Why, would you miss me?,” he teased.  “No,” she scoffed, folding her arms.  “Well, that’s a shame, ‘cuz I’d miss you,” his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as he spoke. “Sweet as candy; slick as grease,” she chuckled, shaking her head.  “Yeah, but you like it,” he smirked, leaning in again.  “Maybe so,” she quipped, giving him a light peck on the lips.  He released her and said, “I should probably get out of here before the parentals notice I’m still out.  Goodnight, Sweetheart.”  Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out yet another lollipop and held it out to her.  With a grin and a light laugh, she accepted it.  “Goodnight, Candy Man.”


     “So, nothing happened?,” Wonwwo asked.  “Nothing,” S. coups answered, tossing a white stick on the ground.  “Look at that shit-eatin’ grin!  He’s fuckin’ lying!,” Mingyu laughed.  

     The four boys stopped at the produce cart again the next day.  No matter how much poking and prodding his three friends did, they couldn’t get S. Coups to describe his night with his new love interest.  

     “Aye, Mr. Jung!  Can I get one of them roses over there, please?,” he asked the owner.  “Sure can.  For a special lady, I assume?”  The young boy simply winked and tossed a coin to the elderly man.  “Thanks, Mr. Jung,” he said before continuing to walk towards the bus stop.

     “’Nothing happened’ my ass!  Tell us what went down!,” Vernon snickered, pushing his friend’s arm.

     “It’s none of your fuckin’ business,” S. Coups chuckled, pulling another piece of candy from his pocket.

dine and dash (stefan salvatore au ft klaus mikaelson, part xi)

Plot: You and Stefan dated for three years while in high school. You both thought your relationship would last, but college managed got in the way. So you two decided to break up. You left to college in Massachusetts and Stefan stayed in Mystic Falls. While you were gone, things changed between you and a certain original, but you hadn’t yet let go of Stefan. Now, almost six years later, you’re both invited to Bonnie and Kol’s wedding. It’s time for a reunion.

Pairing: Kol x Bonnie, Damon x Elena, Caroline x Enzo, Klaus x Reader, Stefan x Reader (mentioned), Stefan x Ivy

Warnings: language maybe? strong feelings

A/N: OKAY SO I KNOW I SAID I MIGHT MAKE THIS 13 PARTS, BUT I LOVE THIS ENDING AND WOULD LIKE TO KEEP IT THIS WAY. I know we haven’t gotten to the wedding festivities or anything yet, and I know I said I’d like to write about that, but I don’t know. this feels right. of course, the final say is up to you babes. pls read this and let me know what you think! (no gifs are mine!)

dine and dash~masterlist


Previously

“Alright,” you take a deep breath, calming yourself as you speak. “I want to apologize. I led you on for years, kept Stefan in my heart when I should have let go. You’re right, and it was foolish of me. I’m sorry, Niklaus.”

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, one hand reaching down and grabbing both of yours. “Look, that’s all in the past. You needed closure, and I should have been more understanding. I’d never been loved the way that you loved Stefan, I’d never experienced that love myself. At least not until I realized the depth of my feelings for you. Then I got it.”

“Nik,” you whisper his name apologetically, looking over at him and noticing a small smile on his face.

“I’m not done yet, love,” he whispers right back, pulling into the hotel parking lot. “I just want to say that you’re forgiven. I understand, I do. Now it’s my turn to apologize,” he slides the car into a spot and turns off the engine, sighing as his eyes meet yours. “I apologize for not telling you how I felt sooner. I apologize for saying the horrible things I said earlier today. I apologize for bringing Valerie into this whole mess. After everything we’ve been through, I can’t seem to shake you off. There’s not a single time that I’m not thinking of you. And listen, I know there’s no way that I can wipe away all the negative things that I’ve done, but I would like to try. If you’d let me, of course.”

“Klaus, I’d–” he places two fingers over your lips, not allowing you to answer right away. He just poured his heart out to you, he loved the pleasantly surprised look in your eyes and he didn’t want to forget that any time soon.

“I want you to take some time and think it over, please,” he whispers, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on your cheek before pulling back. “Come on, let’s go inside and see what havoc they’ve wreaked.”


“Caroline,” Bonnie whines and stomps her foot as Caroline makes sure everyone is in their designated rooms. “Caroline! Are you sure we–?”

“Bonnie you and Kol cannot sleep together the night before the wedding! You two have to stay in separate rooms, no argument,” Caroline raises her brows at Bonnie, daring her to do the opposite of what she asked.

“But the wedding isn’t for another week! Are you seriously planning on keeping us apart for a whole week before the wedding?” Bonnie gives Caroline puppy eyes and Caroline bites her bottom lip.

“Bon, I don’t know. I have to consult with Y/N, and then I can–”

“I heard my name,” you and Klaus walk over to the two girls, a few bags in each of your hands. “What’s up?”

“Well, Bonnie wants to sleep in the same room as Kol until the night before. I said I’d have to consult with you before giving her an answer.”

“Before I let you know my take, I have one question: where the hell is the maid of honor?” You scoff, looking around for Elena. “We’re making all the tough choices and she is–”

“She’s on the phone with the DJ, yelling his ear off. She also just got off the phone with the priest,” Caroline shrugs and you both make a face.

“You know what? She can keep doing that. Now, I think Bonnie staying in the same room as Kol is a good idea, at least until the night before the wedding. Then she has to stay in her room. What do you think Care?”

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“I think that’s a great idea. While she’s with Kol, you can sleep in her room since y’know, um,” Caroline clears her throat and looks away from Klaus.

“Right, Valerie,” you whisper, shaking your head as you think of the conversation you and Klaus just had in the car. “Well–”

“Actually she’s gone. She left,” Klaus speaks up and you all look at him, surprised and confused and relieved all at once.

“What do you mean she’s gone? Where did she go?” You furrow your brows at him and he looks down, slightly ashamed to own up to his failed tricks.

“She went back home, to Paris. She only accompanied me to help me explain myself to you,” Klaus shakes his head, slowly looking up at you. “She’s got a husband back home, some well-endowed French architect. They’re our allies and she offered to help me. She thought that if I finally admitted my feelings to you, I’d be less prone to committing massacres.”

“I bet she didn’t expect my newly found bloodthirst, huh?” You chuckle, taking in Klaus’s nervous appearance. “Either way, I’m spending the week in Bonnie’s suite. It’s bigger.”

“And bigger is better,” Caroline mutters under her breath causing Klaus to turn a bright red as you and Bonnie laugh uncontrollably.

“Right, well I’m just gonna, yeah I’m,” Klaus clears his throat, dropping the bags and slowly walking away from you three.

“I’m gonna take the bags to their owners, you two gonna be okay here?” You pick up the bags Klaus left behind and lift them along with yours, cracking your neck as Bonnie and Caroline nod.

“We’ll be okay. You be careful!”

“Will do, Care!” You call out and drop all the bags in their designated rooms. The last bag belonged to Stefan. You approach his room with a small smile on your face, the smile falling as soon as you hear the yelling. Stefan must’ve told her about what happened this morning.

“You kissed her, Stefan! Who’s to say you won’t do that again, huh? Who’s to say–?”

Me! I say that I won’t do that again. Ivy, please,” you hear Stefan’s pleads as you stand right outside the door. You hear how much it pains him to even think of losing her.

“You said you didn’t care for her, Stefan. That’s clearly a lie. This entire time, all you’ve done is follow her around like a lost puppy,” Ivy’s full out sobbing at this point, this morning’s actions taking more a toll on her than you thought possible. “I love you, Stefan. I can’t be with you if you don’t love me, too.”

“But I do love you, Ivy. I love you so much,” Stefan’s voice is coming out in choked whispers as you hear footsteps approach the door. “Please don’t leave.”

“Stefan, I–” You knock on the door and interrupt Ivy, unable to take any more of Stefan’s pain.

“Guys? It’s me, Y/N,” you whisper, secretly hoping they wouldn’t open the door. “Look, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. I know you hate me, Ivy. I get it. I kissed Stefan and I shouldn’t have. He’s not with me. I didn’t take your feelings, or his, into consideration when I kissed him. But I swear to you that’s all that happened. The only reason I did it was to get some closure. Our breakup happened so quick; I spent the past four years thinking about what could have been, pining over unresolved feelings. I came here and saw him with you, smiling bigger than I’d ever seen. He loves you. I just wanted the closure that he seemed to have found. I’m sorry, Ivy. I swear that this is my fault. Stefan and I care for each other, but it’s just platonic. I promise. Besides,” you chuckle, wiping away a silent tear. “I almost killed his brother, so you have nothing to worry about.”

You hear a couple soft chuckles behind the door, a few quiet apologies and declarations of love before the door is opened.

“Here you go,” you whisper and hand the bag to Ivy, your eyes meeting Stefan’s grateful ones as you smile at the couple. “I’m so happy for you both.”

“I still hate you,” Ivy whispers and you laugh.

“Understood,” you nod and turn away, the door shutting behind you just as it had all those years ago. But this time you got your closure. This time you had something else to look forward to.

The Other End of the Hall

“Guys,” Damon walks into Caroline’s room, desperate to tell his friends about what he’d just witnessed across the hall… only no one’s paying attention. “Guys?

Damon’s greeting goes unnoticed yet again as the girls’ voice gets louder, now joined by Enzo’s take on the centerpieces and Kol’s question about chicken tenders.

“Will everyone shut up?!” Damon’s voice grows a few octaves as the gang quiets down and looks at him. “Ladies, we have this week planned to a T. Caroline, you made sure of that. Bonnie, this is your wedding. None of us are gonna let anything go wrong. Elena, babe please. We need you to be the sane one right now. Kol, no chicken tenders at the wedding. Although I may be able to sneak a few into the reception for you? And Enzo, it’s too late to change any details about the centerpieces. Caroline and Y/N will have your head on a platter as the main centerpiece. Speaking of Y/N–”

“Oh come on, mate!” Enzo yells and everyone joins him, completely ignoring Damon’s previous comments. The yelling is louder than before and it’s now accompanied by obscene hand gestures. So Damon does the only thing he thinks will get everyone’s attention: he gets on top of a table and cups his hands to the sides of his mouth to form an impromptu megaphone.

“Y/N FINALLY MADE A CHOICE!”

Silence.

The Beach

It’s a full moon, the light bouncing off the waves and the waves bouncing off your heels as you stare into the lake. You wrap your arms around yourself, a smile on your face as the wind gently kisses your bare shoulders and stomach. You hear footsteps approaching and you let out a content sigh, closing your eyes as he sits behind you and wraps his arms around you from behind. His face has made its way in the crook of your neck, a blissful look on your face as his stubble brushes against your jaw. You giggle softly, finally happy.

“Y/N?” You smile as you hear your name rolling off his tongue. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s perfect,” you whisper, nuzzling into him as he places a kiss on the side of your head. Everything truly is perfect.

New To You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1,810

A/N: Oh my god, this is so much longer than the other parts! But that is because it’s the LAST PART. I know we probably all expected it to be longer, but if you want the honest answer, I kinda lost the inspiration to write more to it? Instead, I’ve become so excited about all these different ideas I’ve been getting from this latest season, so I want to write those while they’re still prevalent for you guys to enjoy! I hope you like this, let me know how you feel! 

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With a duffel bag slung over your shoulder, you stumbled through the motel door while laughing at yet another joke Dean had said during your walk back from the laundromat. Dean was hot on your heels as he smiled wide, his eyes trained on your back.

“Job well done.” You stared at your clean clothes as you pulled them out and re-folded them. Dean locked the door and dropped his phone onto the table before looking over at his brother, who lay asleep on one of the queen beds. In silence he slipped out of his jacket and kicked off his boots. You glanced over your shoulder, and decided you had enough time to change your shirt while Dean was turned around. So you pulled the camisole over your shoulders and began to work quickly on tugging a freshly washed t-shirt on.

“Goodnight.” You said, even though for the first time in a long time, you didn’t want to stop talking to Dean.  He nodded and shut off the bedside lamp while you crawled under the covers. With your eyes open with nothing to stare at but the immediate darkness that took over the room, you listened carefully to his movements. You heard him drop a pillow onto the couch and then eventually, himself. He turned from one side to the other, over and over again.

Finally, you shut your eyes. Minutes later, he flipped back over and you opened your eyes once more.

“Holy shit, just stop moving!” You whispered loudly, so beyond tired that you didn’t care how rude it sounded.

“Maybe I would be able to if I had a big ass bed like you do, princess.” You could practically hear him roll his eyes.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes. “Then get in.” You said sharply.

At first, it was silent. Eventually though, he pushed down his blanket and made his way towards your bed. The bed dipped dramatically as he lay near you.

You shut your eyes. Your back tingled knowing he was just inches away. It took all your strength not to turn around.

Meanwhile, Dean found solace in watching your body rise and fall as your breathing became deeper. He wanted nothing more than to grip your hip in his hand; to have your skin beneath his fingertips. Instead, he lay. He lay next to you as still as he had ever been before.

Morning came with its light filtering itself through the blinds that no one cared to shut.

You inhaled and opened your eyes as you sat up, allowing them to adjust to the bright sunlight.

“Finally.” Sam said from the kitchen. “It’s already ten.”

“Ten?” You nearly jumped out of the bed. “Why didn’t I wake up soon-” Your eyes landed on Dean, whose arm lay in the spot you just stood up from.  

Sam bit his tongue not to smile, instead choosing to busy himself with his bagel.

“I got you one too.” He said, but you weren’t paying attention. You rubbed your eyes before running your hands through your hair, and tugging.

Did you really sleep the whole night with Dean?

Better yet - why was it the best sleep you had since…ever?

You hastily grabbed a toothbrush from your bag, and made your way to the bathroom. You stared at your reflection in the mirror as you brushed.

“Dude.” Sam tossed a pillow at his brother. “Get up.”

Dean groaned and flipped over, completely unprepared for what Sam was about to ask him.

“Did you guys-” Sam made a few obscene hand gestures before saying, “while I was asleep?!”

Dean blinked quickly, then looked at where he was.

“No!” He exclaimed and got up from the bed. “Really? You thought I would-”

“You have before!” Sam laughed and took another bite of his breakfast. Dean nodded smugly, then pulled on a flannel.

“Anyhow.” Dean changed the topic, “We’re killing this son of a bitch today right?”

“We’d better.” Sam nodded, “Let’s head out after you guys eat.”

Dean agreed and changed his pants before knocking on the bathroom door for you to get out.

“One minute!” You shouted back out.

Within the hour, the Impala was back on the road. A small dirt path was your destination; you visualized it from what the witness, Yafa, had described beforehand.

Eventually, forest was the only thing in your view.

“Why isn’t it underground?” You asked, remembering where you had thought you killed it.

“It must be looking for a new area since we attacked it.” Sam explained as he looked ahead. Birds flew overhead, scattering themselves among the branches. You watched while Dean parked, as a squirrel ran up a tree. How could such an evil creature make home amongst this beauty? You thought.

“Here.” Dean shoved a weapon into your hand. “Sam has the lighter.”

You nodded, “So we shoot, then Sam lights his ass up?”

“Exactly.” Dean shut the trunk and immediately everyone’s senses were in full effect.

Dean walked first, leading you and Sam deeper and deeper into the foliage. It was strange hunting during the day, but the cloudy sky sent chills up your spine.

“Is it gonna rain?” You whispered to Sam who shrugged.

“Hopefully, no.” He looked up to the sky as well. You looked forward to where Dean motioned to move right.

“Wait.” You grabbed his arm. He turned his head to you.

“What?”

“Look.” You pointed to an area about a couple yards ahead. “That looks homey.”

Sam furrowed his brows as he looked at the area. An opening to what looked like an underground area was adorned with rocks and what looked like clothing remains.

“Shit.” You began to walk, eyes trained on the green t-shirt that lay strewn on top of one of the rocks.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” You tried to lighten the mood for whoever had to jump in the hole first.

Dean looked at you and before you could protest, he lowered himself into the cavernous hole.

“Go, I got you.” Sam motioned for you to go second so he could lower you down.

You tucked your gun into your jeans and gripped the largest rock, easing yourself down. When you landed, all you saw was darkness.

“Dean?” You whispered and suddenly a hand was on your shoulder, and you jumped.

“Shit!” You nearly shouted, “Wrong time to scare me.”

“Take this.” He passed you a flashlight, and you shined it up at Sam who finally landed on solid ground.

Then, you shined it around the rest of the space.

“This…” You trailed off, remaining speechless at the view before you.

“Let’s keep walking.” Dean said quietly as he stepped over what looked like a human hand.

It was silent for a few minutes, but that was too good to be true. A flash of movement caught your eye, and you nudged Sam who seemed to have seen it as well.

“Dean!” Sam hissed, “Here.”

Dean took a few steps back and you looked up at him. “It went through there.” You shone the flashlight towards the left.

The three of you made your way until you heard a voice.

“Sh.” Sam said, stopping in his tracks.

“I’m here!” Your voice shouted, but it wasn’t you.

Dean’s eyes widened and he took a step back.

“That’s not me.” You exhaled a shaky breath.

Dean grabbed your hand tight, “You stay by me.” He commanded.

Sam looked at his older brother, worry etched all over his face.

You entwined your fingers into Dean’s calloused ones, squeezing tight.

“I need help! Please help me!” The wendigo shouted again in your voice. Dean clenched his jaw and began moving, tugging you alongside him.

As you entered the next area, the monster finally showed itself. Dean let go of your hand and raised his gun, letting out round after round.

“Stop! Stop, please!” Your voice shouted, and Dean nearly lowered his gun. You watched him waiver as a reaction to your voice and you shouted for Sam to light him up.

“Now!” You said about a hundred times. Sam flicked his lighter and quickly got to making the fire large enough with his spray can.

The wendigo screamed so loudly that you nearly covered your ears. Dean yanked you back from the flame, “Get back!” He exclaimed, all the while the creature screamed in your voice.

Once it was dead, the three of you stood in silence.

You looked over at Dean who was already staring at you, hearing the screaming play over and over in his head.

Next thing you knew, you were back at the motel room packing up to leave. The ride back was spent in silence, it still loomed heavily over the three of you as you packed.

You passed Sam your duffel, and he grabbed his brothers as well. You watched as he walked outside to stuff everyone’s bags into the trunk.

“How you doing?” Dean finally spoke.

“Fine.” You answered, “I should be asking you.”

“Why me?” He tilted his head at you.

“You…when you heard it scream, you froze.” You said slowly.

He dropped his head before looking back up to meet your eyes, “It sounded like you.”

“I know.” You said in what came out as a whisper. You watched as he stepped closer to you.

“Your voice, was screaming.” He stated, and walked over until his toes nearly hit your own.

You looked at him, his nose mere inches from your own. Reaching up, you gripped the edges of his open shirt, and tugged them so that you could rest your head on his chest. He rested his chin on your head while he held you.

“I love you too, you know.” You finally said it.

Immediately, he gripped you tighter. He placed a kiss on your head and immediately you inched back and reached for his hair instead. You pressed your lips to his, pulling him in closer and closer as your hands traveled down to his neck. He squeezed at yours sides.

“Guys-” Sam opened the door before stopping, and going back outside. You smiled, nearly breaking into a laugh.

“Wanna go?” You asked against his lips.

“No.” He laughed and pulled you into his embrace once more.

You pulled away with a smile, “We’ll continue this at home.”

His hand reached down to yours, and for the second time that day you entwined your fingers with his. He rubbed his thumb against your hand as you walked, with your head pressed against his shoulder.

“Let’s go!” Sam exclaimed from the passenger seat, happy to finally go back to the bunker.

You reached up once more and placed a kiss on his cheek before sliding into the backseat. You watched his eyes crinkle through the rear-view mirror as he smiled.

“Let’s go.” He affirmed his brother and started the engine.

Ivonne’s 12 Days of Deadpool, #9

Deadpool x Reader: language, Spiderman reference. It’s Deadpool, so yeah.

On your way to Weasel’s Christmas Party, you get kidnapped. 

#1, #2 , #3 , #4 , #5 , #6 , #7 , #8 , #9 . #10 , #11, #12, #13

A rough material came over your eyes, you struggled under the restraints that held you down to a chair. This was not how the night was suppose to go. You were headed over to Sister Margaret’s for Weasel’s Christmas party, you were going to meet your boyfriend there for a night of drinks and to see how far the two of you could get on the pool table. You know, just to piss Weasel off.

You were walking over, carrying the gifts you got for some of the guys at the bar and the apple pie Weasel requested. Wearing a naughty Santa Claus dress, you were almost to the bar when you got nabbed. A man had grabbed you in the alley and dragged you into a car and right to a dingy ass hotel room. You pleaded with him to let you go, “For your sake.”

But he just laughed and proceeded to tie and gag you.

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Piece by Piece ( 2/?)

Part 1 

Based off - Piece by Piece by Kelly Clarkson

Word count : 1104

Note : Not beta read

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

“Okay so you know the rules…”

“No chewing with my mouth open., ask you before I do something stay where you can see me and do not bring any dogs home”

“Or cats”

“Okay”

“Or squirrels, bunnies, rats or birds”

“Awww” Monique frowned crossing his arms in annoyance.

“You brought a rat home?” Derek asked her, glancing at the little girl through the rear view mirror.

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taehyung-the-baehyung  asked:

changkyun (monsta x) - "our flats are opposite each other..."; only if you have time, love! good luck i can't wait to read it :)

3:06 AM.
Sent from: Kihyun
What are you still doing up?? Turn off your lights and go to sleep!!!

The notification flashes across your computer screen with a barely audible ping, but it’s enough to momentarily distract you from the paragraph you’ve been editing. Suppressing a yawn, you scan the contents of the threadbare message and roll your eyes as best as your heavy eyelids will allow. Go to sleep? That’s a bit on the rich side, coming from a guy who stays up every night of the week to indulge in his anime marathon sessions.

Ping. Another message from Kihyun, this time accompanied by a slew of emoticons that make you think the man has entirely too much fun abusing the instant messaging system.

3:07 AM.
Sent from: Kihyun
I’m serious, I’ll go over there and tuck you in bed myself if I have to
😤😤😤💩

You send him a poop emoji in return before closing the chat window. Behind his exaggerated nagging and endless stream of messages he means well, you’re well aware of that. But what you’re also aware of is the fact that three in the morning is perhaps (or at least, in your opinion) the best time to write and breathe to life all of those untold stories waiting to blossom in your chest. Your literary creations, your life’s most gorgeous accomplishments (“you mean your porn fics?” Kihyun had snorted when you’d tried explaining this to him), they simply glowed with a magic that only 3 AM could bestow upon them.

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Imagine being very clumsy and unladylike and T’Challa thinking its cute.
*au where everyone gets along and bakes cakes filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone eats it and is happy*


“Go, go, go, go!” the boys chanted.
You had your head back, chugging a beer while Tony, Scott, and Sam cheered for you. They had bet that you couldn’t eat three hotdogs then chug two beers without either throwing up or passing out. You of course had to accept and defend your honor, and bet Tony that if you did, you where aloud to shave whatever you wanted into his hair. You where planning on writing Tony + Steve across the sides.
This was it, you where nearly half way done with your last beer, in the home stretch.
Scott and Sam where cheering louder, but Tony was slowly losing that confident smirk.
Suddenly he smiled again and before anyone could react, he lunged and hit the bottom of the bottle causing it to slip off of your lips and the remaining beer instead ran down your chin and onto your clothes.
You snorted and slapped a hand over your mouth, but that didn’t stop the beer that spurted out of you mouth. Or the beer that dribbled from your nose.
Coughing and sputtering you glared at the boys who where dying laughing at you, “That is cheating Tony!”
“You never said that I couldn’t help my odds.”
You stood up and, as prideful as a person with beer all over themselves and on the verge of throwing up could, you walked out.
“Come on (Y/n), don’t be a sore loser.” Scott yelled after you.
You continued walking and flashed them an obscene hand gesture.
“That’s not very ladylike.”
Looking over, you saw none other than T'Challa watching you with a raised brow.
You blushed a bit under his gaze. You had always been a bit intimidated by the Wakandan king. Not to mention you may or may not have a very small teeny tiny crush on him. But that doesn’t matter, he was a king and you spilt soda on him the first time you met.
Considering he was a king, he probably wanted a girl who acted more like a Queen. Not someone that falls down the stairs at least twice a month and squirts beer out of their nose.
“You’re not very ladylike.” You stammered before you could stop yourself. A silence settled over you two and you mentally slapped yourself. Why??
“Ok bye then.” You said, turning and walking quickly down the hall.


“Honestly Wanda, kissing is really not that big of a deal.” You mused, balancing a grape on your nose. You where currently sitting in the kitchen, leaning your seat back on two legs while eating grapes and drinking (f/d).
Wanda had come in and asked about kissing, as it was a pretty well known fact that had it bad for Vision and was probably thinking about hitting that. You and Wanda had always been very close and it made you happy to know she was comfortable enough to ask you about this.
“Technically, I had my first kiss when I was in 2nd grade…but that one doesn’t really count. He had a problem with pulling my hair so I kissed him and told all the guys he had cooties. Never pulled my hair again.” Wanda laughed so you went on about your weird kissing stories, “In middle school I had a huge crush on my science teacher, so I tried to kiss him. That didn’t work out too well and I got suspended. And then there was that time in sophomore year I was dared to kiss my friend Holly, that was a fun year…” you trailed off, “But anyways, the point is, whether you have no experience or tons, like yours truly, kissing is not that big of a deal. And for the record, I doubt Vision would know the difference between a good and a bad kiss.”
“That’s a good point.” Wanda mused.
“Throw me a grape.” You leaned far back on your chair and opened your mouth.
“You going to fall.” A third voice said and you looked back to see the Black Panther himself leaning on a couch behind you.
Oh god. How much had he heard? Oh he probably thinks you’re some kind of, of harlot now!
In your panicking you had accidentally pushed back a bit too far and suddenly your feet left the table and you waved your arms in and attempt to catch your balance. The drink that had been resting on your chest spilt everywhere and it was then that you accepted your fate and let yourself fall. That is, until you felt a jerk and the chair was caught.
Looking up, you found T'Challa looking down at you with an ‘I told you so’ look, “Why is it whenever I see you your covered in food or drinks?” he asked.
Oh, you knew that tone. He thought he was better than you. Well technically ha was a king so he kinda was, but that’s not the point!
“Maybe its your fault. You know black cats are bad luck.” You crossed your arms and he merely set your chair back up.
You where in an intense stare down when Wanda yelled, “(Y/n), catch!” and a grape hit you in the face.


It was around 2 in the morning a you stood in the shower washing your hair.
Why are you showering at 2 in the morning, one may ask. Well last night you had replaced Tony’s hair gel with honey. He was not as amused with it as the rest of the team and had poured it all out on your pillow. You didn’t notice until about and hour ago when you woke up stuck to the pillow. Do you know how hard it is to get honey out of hair? Very. The answer is very.
It took nearly another hour of scrubbing to get most of it out and, you where pretty sure there was still more. You had to think of a revenge plan.
Pushing the curtain, you found a somehow completely empty bathroom. No towel. No robe. No clothes.
“That’s impossible. I brought a towel…” you trailed off, “Oh damn it Tony! Really?”
Oh so conveniently, you weren’t in your own bathroom, which was currently out of commission due to a completely unrelated incident with a stray dog and a plate of hamburgers.
So here you where. Completely naked with nothing to cover yourself with and stranded down the hall from your room.
Actually…your room was only down the hall. And it was like, three in the morning. You could probably make it with no one seeing you.
“Whelp, its my only chance. And plus its not like these people haven’t seen me naked before.” You said, thinking back to last year when your swim suit had become undone in the pool. That was an interesting day.
Taking a few deep breaths, and with Shia Labeouf in your mind, you just did it.
Running down the hall, you could see the slightly ajar door to your room. Good try Tony. Not gonna get me this time!
Suddenly, someone came walking around the corner and you two froze at the sight of the other.
Fucking T'Challa. Why did it have to be T'Challa!?
You let out some kind of strangled yelp and covered yourself the best you could.
“(Y-Y/n) what are you doing!” he shouted, looking anywhere but at you.
You couldn’t see it in the dark, but his face was completely flushed with embarrassment. He forced himself to look at you, and keep his eyes on your face only, which he could see was absolutely red.
“What are you doing out here! Why is it always you!” You groaned, “Of all the people it could possible be, its you! I know you think your better than me, what am I some kind of entertainment to you! Well sorry your highness, but I am not just something for you to laugh at and if I wasn’t naked right now, I would take you down.” You paused for a moment before continuing, “Really though, I never got embarrassed about things like this until you came around. Why can’t I just have a crush on Steve like every other member of the team!” you opened you’re eyes, which you didn’t remember closing, and found T’Challa didn’t even look like he was listening. “Fine, you don’t want to listen to me? Then I’ll go.” You turned and ran into the door a little before stomping into your room and slamming the door.
You where yelling about something, which T’Challa couldn’t bring himself to focus on. Half of him was focused on not looking at your body and the other was on how cute you looked. Your eyes where closed and your face was bright red as you shouted at him, which he thought was pretty adorable.
You finished your rant, which he had caught none of, then turned and stomped into your room but not before running into the door.
God, everything about you was pretty adorable. Maybe tomorrow after you calmed down a bit, he would finally ask you out. Who was he kidding, he knew you would be just as fiery tomorrow, but that’s what he liked about you.


*opps this is longer than I meant for it to be. Oh well. Also gif not mine!*

drabble series; big bird

part twenty; pg; early msr, maybe season 2? post abduction; Our duo are on a journey to see a huge fucking bird.

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen, part fifteen, part sixteen, part seventeen, part eighteen, part nineteen

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Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! 

“Sir! Sir! Can you tell us what interest the FBI has in all of this?”

“I’m afraid I cannot comment on that.”

***

“Is it true that this bird is a wanted felon in four different states?”

“I’m not at liberty to say.”

***

“Hey man, we’re writing with Hominids Anonymous. You mind giving us a few quotes for our zine?”

“I’m sorry, I really can’t be discussing any of this with you…” A half-hour later, behind some trees: “Luder. L-U-D-E-R. Initials F-M. What I think we have here is a classic example of…”

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“Is this safe? Are we all in danger, standing here?”

“Well, as employees of the federal government, our job is to protect–”

“Protect? So you do think there’s something we need protection from?”

“Well, I didn’t say that exactly–”

“What are you saying then? Can the FBI say, definitively, that they have a handle on the situation and and citizens should rest assured they will not be harmed by this unknown creature?

All is silent, save for the deafening hum of landed helicopters and the buzz of a steadily increasing crowd.

“Get that camera out of my face,” Scully says suddenly, shoving one hand over the lens while the other adjusts a brand new pair of sunglasses. 

Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature!

“Sir… sir…” Scully winces and pulls the orange phone away from her air, slapping a palm over the receiver. “I quit, by the way,” she hisses at Mulder, who cheats at Rock Paper Scissors. 

“Yes, we’re aware of the Bureau protocol on speaking with the media… no, we have not been briefed…” 

Mulder, sitting rather prettily at the orange table, watches Scully roll her eyes and make obscene hand gestures as their boss booms on like pissy thunder in her ear. He does not want to know what she looks like on the phone with him, his little beacon of professional grace.

Then her face turns entirely all too serious, and Mulder prepares himself to start yelling.

“Well yes, sir,” she says lowly from pursed lips. “We have chosen not to… discount… the lead…” she sighs like she’s seventy years old. “Bird-like, sir. The distinction is important.”

Give me the phone, Mulder mouths while holding out his hand. She ignores him. Her face is hard, her posture harder.

“If you’ll forgive me, A.D. Skinner,” and he must have interrupted her, because she repeats herself. “If you’ll forgive me, A.D. Skinner, we are here investigating a kidnapping that may have a connection to a similar disapperance dating all the way back to the early seventies. I know I need not remind you that kidnapping is a serious federal offense, one that cannot remain unpunished for what could very well be a second time. Furthermore,” and she glares at Mulder, who looks like an axe-murderer when he wears that particular smile. “I’d advise you to take a second look at the 302 that you approved. Agent Mulder outlines the details as per his usual fastidiousness.”

And then she hangs up.

On their boss.

Mulder begrudgingly relents when she ushers him out of her room, although he digs his feet in the carpet right before she shoves him through the door. Mulder does not want to leave her room. Mulder wants to tell ghost stories, and ask her about her father. He wants to listen to her worry over whether Dylan went to school that day. He wants to watch her shotgun Budlight and take her top off.

For a brief, horrifying moment he wants to kiss her.

Instead, he runs to his room and he adds more notes to his report on the big bird.

Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature! Double Feature!

The Maze Runner - What happens when another Glader catches you doing something cute?

Thomas - 

Kissing - Every time you and Thomas shared and went to share a kiss, there always seemed to be someone around. The other Gladers though it was fun to tease you both about it. At first Thomas got extremely embarrassed when another Glader caught the pair of you.But eventually he seemed to enjoy getting caught because it reminded the other guys that you were his. 

Newt - 

Hugging - After working all day. There was nothing more that you looked forward too than seeing Newt. After a long day in the Glade Newt would always go to find you and wrap you in a tight embrace, planting a loving kiss on your forehead. Newt just needed to be close to you after a long day. When the other Gladers caught you, Newt would give him the “Don’t you dare destroy this moment or you will be spending the night in the slammer look”


Goofing off - After a long day running, Minho would want to do nothing more than relax and chill out. Whether it be tickle fights or play fighting. It was just time together and Minho would could never get enough of that. But when the Gladers catch you, Minho would laugh it off. As it didn’t bother him, he was spending time with you and that’s all that mattered.


Gally - 

Making out - Being a builder requires a lot of physical strength and concentration. So when Gally was finished for the day, he’d come and find you, making your way over to get some food. But food was the last thing on Gally’s list of priorities. He’d stop you mid way and place his lips securely on yours. This blatant display of affection would catch the other Gladers attention but Gally would make an obscene hand gesture or he would stop and threaten them before kissing you again.    


Alby - 

Whispering sweet things into your ear - During the day, you would be working in the Glade and Alby would come over and whisper sweet things into your ear before walking away like nothing happened, which would leave you blushing like crazy. He often thought his actions would go unnoticed but it wasn’t the case. The others were just didn’t dare say anything.

Little Do You Know

Requested by: Anonymous

Scenario: Your best friends with TOP and when he takes a shower you fall asleep. When he finds you on his couch, wrapped up in one of his sweaters, he approaches you and gives you a small kiss, right when you wake up?
A/N: So I absolutely love writing for TOP, although he can be a bit of a pain in the ass. Case in point: the way I ended this. I personally don’t mind it, but you may find it…weird? But I mean weirdness suits him so….Regardless, I really hope you can enjoy this! And I’m sorry that it took me so long to get this out to you!
Genre: TOP x Reader
Words: 3158

Disclaimer: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!

You were struggling to catch your breath. Your body hunched in half, hands on your knees, as you gulped in precious amounts of air.

“It’ll work better if you stand up straight and put your hands behind your head. It’ll open up the lungs.”

A scowl creased your features as you looked up at TOP. Sweat decorating his head like a crown, while you looked like someone dumped a bucket of water on top of your head.

He looked at you expectantly; waiting to see if you would take his advice. You wanted to stay stubborn but you wanted air in your lungs more. TOP gave a satisfied nod when you stood up and laced your hands behind your head.

“It helps doesn’t it?”

How someone could still look ridiculously put together with sweat, a hoodie, and track suit was beyond you. It wasn’t fair. You were sure the smell in the air was you. God, you really hoped it wasn’t you.

“I refuse to give you any credit. Seriously, you smoke. How are you not dying right now?”

TOP simply shrugged, more graceful than a clumsy movement of limbs.

“I exercise regularly.”

“That explains nothing.”

“It explains everything.”

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covet

they were all sitting in a circle in brooks’ basement, a now empty bottle of vodka laying on it’s side, spinning across the soft carpet floor.

eric was sitting across from dylan, making silly faces and obscene hand gestures in an effort to make him laugh. it worked.

nate was next to dylan, followed by robyn, devon, eric, then chris, zack, and john.

“so,” brooks began, projecting his voice throughout the cavelike basement. “truth or dare, motherfuckers! spin the damn bottle and whoever it lands on asks you the questions, got it?” his words slurred together a little bit, grin stretched from ear to ear.

“alright! dylan, m'boy, you get to spin first.” the pale and lanky boy readjusted himself, reaching his arm out to hit the mouth of the bottle. it spun until it landed on…

“eric!” brooks shouted, drawing out the beginning vowel.

“truth or dare, dylan?” eric sounded almost annoyed, taking a large swig of the liquid inside his red plastic cup and awaiting dylan’s answer.

“dare,” dylan said, “i’m not a bitch!” eric rolled his eyes, leaning over to chris for his help to come up with something. chris whispered something into his ear, and eric’s eyes widened, and he turned almost pink.

“uh, i guess, chris,” eric was stuttering, stumbling over his words, “chris thinks you should, um, give me a, uh, lap dance?”

dylan wasn’t drunk, or anything. he was sober enough to make a conscious decision. but he was fairly tipsy, nate was supporting most of his weight, and his eyes were almost droopy.

the group reaction to eric’s statement was varying and loud, some of the group laughed, some of them screeched, and most of them just thought it was going to be hilarious. imagine a skinny 6'3" boy giving a 5'8" angry guy a lap dance. limbs fucking everywhere.

“fucking get some, eric!” brooks leaned over, giving him a clap on his shoulder. eric was shifting uncomfortably under the gaze of his friends, scratching at the back of his neck. robyn leaves the room for a second, returning with a cushioned wooden chair from brooks’ kitchen.

“a throne fit for a king, my friend,” chris said, taking the chair from robyn and placing it in the middle of the circle. eric plopped down almost agitatedly into the chair, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. he was most definitely not going to enjoy this.

dylan chugged the rest of his drink, before smoothing his hair and taking a deep breath. dylan didn’t know how the fuck to give a lap dance, so he was sort of just winging it at this point.

he sat down on eric’s lap, facing away from him, sliding slowly backwards until his back was flush with eric’s chest. the boys all whooped loudly, while the girls sat together, drinking and talking, trying their best to avoid the situation happening right in front of them.

dylan lifted his hips up, grinding into his open palm, head turned down and you could hear his loud laughter. eric was definitely not fucking laughing. his eyes were wide, and he had turned a bright shade of red, all that was missing was the cartoon smoke coming out of his ears.

dylan eventually hops off of his lap, just to turn around and sit back down, this time facing eric. they were chest to chest, and dylan’s head was craned down, his nose centimeters away from eric’s. eric could feel his breath coming out hot against his lips, and he yanks at dylan’s wrist.

“come fucking on, i need to talk to you,” eric orders angrily, pushing dylan off of him and tugging dylan towards the upstairs bathroom. dylan looks back and receives a multitude of strange looks, before simply shrugging, and going with eric.

soon enough the bathroom door is slammed and he’s pushing against a cold pink-tiled wall.

“what the fuck was that?” eric inquires, hands pinning dylan’s shoulders up. “do you think you can just fucking make me look like a pathetic wimp in front of everyone, huh? you think you can just fucking do that?” dylan quickly shakes his head, knowing it was probably best if he didn’t talk.

“good. you’re not going to fucking do that again, are you? i’m not fucking gay and i can’t have people thinking i am!” dylan kept nodding, not really paying attention to what eric was saying.

“hey, can i kiss you?” dylan blurted out. he didn’t wait for an answer, just pulled eric’s neatly shaven head up to his, and pressed their lips together messily. eric, to his surprise, kisses back.

eric lunges forward, and dylan is shoved back against the wall again. he pulls at dylan’s hair, and dylan moans into his mouth.

“fucking christ,” eric muttered, “you’re such a whore, jesus.” dylan whined, trying to grind his hips against eric, who just makes a disappointed noise, before flipping them around and lifting dylan up onto the bathroom counter.

eric was strong, dylan could feel his muscles straining as he gripped dylan’s thighs, kissing his way down dylan’s neck. eric rolled dylan’s t-shirt off of his body, and dylan worked off eric’s at the same time.

“fuck me, please,” dylan begged, eyes shut tightly as eric nipped on the skin near his hips. eric evilly grinned up at dylan while he was on his knees, standing up again and unbuckling his belt, sliding his pants and boxers down his legs.

eric’s fingers fumbled against dylan’s waistline, finally working the remaining clothes off of dylan, before slipping his thumb into dylan’s mouth. dylan sucks on it, hard enough for his cheeks to cave into his cheek bones, and eric slowly moves his finger in and out, focused intently on how dylan looks right now.

eric moves three fingers in and out of dylan’s mouth, before flipping him around and working them in and out of dylan’s entrance.

dylan is hunched over the bathroom counter, arms propping him up, as he keens into eric’s touch. his head is hanging down in between his shoulders, as eric preps him and then slowly pushes in.

it’s like nothing dylan’s ever fucking felt before.

eric grips at his waist tightly, one hand coming up towards dylan’s throat, pulling his head back.

“you’re doing so good, baby boy. so good for me, amazing,” eric hissed into dylan’s ear. dylan opened his eyes, wrapping a hand around his cock. he could see himself in the bathroom mirror, he could see his flushed pale skin standing out from eric’s calm pallid color, he could see his long fingers sliding up and down his dick.

eric was cutting off dylan’s airways, to the point where everything looked fuzzy and covered in a pale golden glow, and he felt like he was going to lose it. with a final stroke, dylan came with a loud cry over the pale pink counter.

“god,” eric choked out, slamming into dylan one last time before coming with a shout.

the two both clean themselves up, dressing themselves and exchanging a last bruising kiss, before heading downstairs and pretending nothing happened.

“did you guys get into a fight?” robyn asked.

“no, not really, why?” eric replied, seeming somewhat concerned. dylan returned to his spot, sitting next to nate.

“it’s just-well-dylan has a really big bruise on his neck.”

iamaesthesia  asked:

HAHAHA Youngjae touching his chest, maybe is part of his inside joke with JB, maybe he's is pretending to have boobies LOL or is because, like he said on the "Fly in HONG KONG" video, his dress kept getting tighter and tighter as the tour went on til it ripped apart while he was dancing. He said he was gaining weight and working out and that the dress was unconfortable to wear (BUTTTT YES I like thick Youngjae, please carry on)

Hi dear, 

Well yes it is indeed part of their inside jokes. LOL You see 2jae have so many inside jokes just between the two which can only be understood by them. Not only that, that inside jokes between them may not be as innocent as we think. LOL There are many instances too like during Smart Family Campaign, where JB whispered something to Youngjae then Youngjae hold JB’s mic and they both started laughing. I mean it’s only a mic what’s so funny about it unless these two were referring the mic to something else…LOL 

The look and the way Youngjae placed his hand in between his legs after that kinda told us that they were maybe not talking about the mic after all..

And then this where JB unashamedly did an obscene hand gesture to Youngjae and he understood right away. Gosh JB please…

A video posted by 2Jae 1st HK Fanpage (@got7_2jaehk) on Apr 12, 2016 at 10:35am PDT

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and if you noticed in GOT2DAY 2jae episode where JB mentioned his hair tend to grow pretty fast and upon hearing that Youngjae immediately looked at JB and made a sound..and JB understood right away and said even when I do nothing..and YJ was like ‘when you do nothing?’ but both have shared looks and knowing smiles.. you see there’s a myth in korean culture if men’s hair grow quickly means they’re thinking about sex 

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Not only sharing dirty jokes, the two seemed really understood each other’s very well maybe because they used to share a room or still a roommate during overseas schedule so it is understandable that they both will likely shared almost everything with each other when inside their bedroom. 

If JB found something amusing, JB will straight away looked for Youngjae because he knew that Youngjae would totally gets him. 

A video posted by 2Jae 1st HK Fanpage (@got7_2jaehk) on Jan 1, 2016 at 8:55am PST

A video posted by 2Jae 1st HK Fanpage (@got7_2jaehk) on Dec 13, 2015 at 8:10pm PST

A video posted by 2Jae 1st HK Fanpage (@got7_2jaehk) on Nov 28, 2015 at 5:28am PST

They’re like soulmate or twin who understood each other very well 

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A video posted by 2Jae 1st HK Fanpage (@got7_2jaehk) on Nov 22, 2015 at 11:06am PST

OMG I think I didn’t really answer your question and got distracted by 2jae…haha sorry 

how i imagine sirius’s disinheritance to go down (in bullet point form because im too lazy to actually write. like. with grammar and stuff)

  • so like, sirius has two types of anger
  • there’s the type of anger that makes him abandon his wand and throw a punch with a badly made fist just because he fucking feels like it
  • the kind that makes him lash out and snarl insults breathe through ragged lungs
  • but that kind of anger, for all of its apparent unpredictability, is actually utterly predictable 
  • it always ends up the same way: 
  • a nasty fight followed by a sullen trip to the hospital wing 
  • james can deal with this kind of anger, he gets it
  • but then there’s the other type

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anonymous asked:

I can't stop imagining Emily having problems with someone on campus. Like someone keeps harassing her or something and then Beca finds out and like totally punches the person. And Emily thinks it's just the whole Bella sisterhood thing but really Beca just feels protective of her. And then after the whole fight thing, Emily is like cleaning up Beca's hands and face and the sexual tension is tangible. That's literally what is running though my head right now..

Emily’s always considered herself a pacifist.

She’s never really been a person who’s wanted to hit things, even when she’s mad. Sure, her mom put her in karate when she was seven, but she’s never had to actually use any of the knowledge that she accumulated to get her green belt.

Words can sometimes hurt more than fists anyway, and she’s learning that this week.

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Declan would obviously make a speech at Ronan and Adam’s wedding. Some long speech that’s equal parts snarky and sentimental, all about how Ronan’s a little shit and he’s so glad he’s got someone like Adam Parrish to keep him out of trouble. “And for the love of God, Ronan, don’t speed with Adam in the car. You’ll ruin his law career.”

Ronan would make some obscene hand gesture and hide his face in Adam’s shoulder.