off-their-rockers

Imagine - Zach gets jealous

Originally posted by sensualkisses

@ambrosebabyy Request: “Can I get a Zach Dempsey imagine ? Were he sees Bryce all over me and gets really protective?”

@thrtreasons Request: “jealous!zach…. i just… oh my god sorry i am sooooo zach trash”

@hanna-ranay Request: “Honestly an imagine about Zach would truly be appreciated, if you can. If not, it’s okay. Thank you!”

Jessica Davis was having a party at her house tonight, and of course you, being her best friend, had to go. You, Jessica, Justin, Zach, Bryce, Monty, and several other students from Liberty high were sitting in the living room playing suck and blow. You were sandwiched between Bryce Walker and Zach Dempsey.

You would never admit it to anyone, but you had a huge crush on Zach. And you’re pretty sure Jessica knew, she is your best friend after all, how could she not. But you were too shy to act upon your feelings towards him and you believed that he would never want to be with someone like you. Even though you hung out with Jessica and the more popular kids at Liberty high, you were still known as quite the nerd. And someone like Zach Dempsey don’t go for nerdy girls like you, they go for skinny cheerleaders who are drop dead gorgeous. 

Anyways, the game of suck and blow had already started, and you were pretty nervous to say at the least. Because you had to put your mouth against Zach’s with only a thin card in between the two of your lips. It was getting closer and closer to your turn until some girl pressed her mouth against Bryce’s passing the card on to him. He turned towards you, card on his lips. Bryce scooted closer to you quickly, sandwiching you more between him and Zach, until the point where you were chest to chest with Bryce and your back was pressed firmly against Zach’s muscular chest. Bryce then proceeded to place his card covered lips against yours, and quickly, in the process of passing the card onto you, snuck his hand around you to grab a hold of your backside and give it a good squeeze. His actions shocked you and you jumped, emitting a little squeal which was muffled by the card between yours and Bryce’s lips. Still in shock from what is happening right now, you faintly hear a deep growl from behind you…

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Top 9 Most Fight-Able Characters in Mystic Messenger

(ranked by the likelihood of winning from least to most likely)

9. “Mary” Vanderwood, Secret Agent Murdermonster

Result: A swift and painful death

Are you shitting me? You’ll be goddamn eviscerated on the spot. Not to mention nobody will ever find your body. This is completely fucking unadvisable. DO NOT DO THIS unless you have a DEATH WISH and want to disappear from the world completely. Vanderwood is not to be messed with. They’ve killed many a worthy foe, and you will not be one of them. There’s not much else to say here. I don’t care who you are, you should not challenge Vanderwood. Say your prayers, fucker

8. Unknown/Saeran Choi, Total Edgelord

Result: Utter defeat, probably followed by torture + imprisonment

I don’t think you need me to tell you that this kid is fucking off his rocker. Let’s be real, he’s probably killed a few people, and he enjoyed every minute of it. You can bet your ass he’ll likely torture you after defeating you, too. And you know, some of you sick fucks will probably enjoy the whole damn ordeal. You’re probably the only ones who’d WANT to fight him just to have him fucking step on you. Well congratu-fucking-lations, you got what you wanted. He still beats your ass. The only reason Vanderwood beats him in this ranking is because it’s possible he’d keep you alive for fun, and some of you would enjoy that, so at least it’s a fuckin victory for somebody. Fuck.

7. Jaehee Kang, Smarter than the CEO

Result: Total annihilation + jail time

Do you see this face? This is the face of someone who has been repressing violent urges for fucking years for the sake of keeping her job. If she could snap Jumin’s neck, she would in a heartbeat. You do not want to give her a justifiable reason to unleash that utter fucking rage on your sorry ass. Did you forget she has a black belt in judo? She could beat my ass. She could beat your ass. She could beat anyone’s ass. I don’t care WHO you think you are. And after the fight? She’ll report you to the proper authorities, pick up a cup of coffee, and finish her daily tasks like nothing fucking happened. What a wild bitch. I fucking love her to death, tbh. And you know what? How dare you challenge her. She deals with enough shit in her life. I hope she beats your ass with a righteous fucking fury. Have fun in jail, dipshit.

6. God 707, Meme Lord Supreme

Result: Depends on your approach, but probably a failure

Honestly Seven’s about as fucking predictable as a lunch box full of wasps. What am I even supposed to say here? He’d probably imitate that shitty ass vine meme the first time you punch him and say “I can’t believe you’ve done this”, complete with a British accent, but when you keep hitting, it’ll confuse him. The element of surprise is probably your best bet, but you also have no fucking clue what he’ll do. He might beat the shit out of you. He might scamper away on his scrawny ass legs and proceed to hack into everything you once loved or held dear. He might lay down on the ground and let you kick the shit out of him. In the end, it depends on his mood. Is that reliable at all? Absolutely fucking not. So go for it, but I literally have no idea how it’s gonna turn out for you.

5. Zen/Hyun Ryu, A God Among Men

Result: You have a good chance of winning, but at what cost?

OK BEFORE YOU LOSE YOUR MIND LISTEN THE FUCK UP. Why is Zen higher up on the list, Nani??? you ask me, pouting, clutching your Zen body pillow(s) in agony. Zen had a bad past!! He’s not easy to fight, he was such a bad boy!! v//w//v He’s so tough and strong and he’s our knight in shining armor! Hey!! Good for you! But GUESS FUCKING WHAT!! If you’re female, he’ll probably forfeit to you immediately, unlike the barbarians before him on this list, so technically he’s easier to fight! He’d probably LET you beat the shit out of him if it made you feel better. It’s not even a fucking question of who would win if a woman challenged him, so we’re gonna move on.
Now, if you’re a GUY, he’d be more willing to square up, and my advice is go for his face. Pretty boy doesn’t like messing up his pretty mug, and if you play dirty, he’ll get scared real quick. His ponytail is a disadvantage for him, so yank it real hard. You have a better chance of beating him with perseverance, but if you let him get the upper hand, you’re deceased because he’s probably a heavy hitter. Also, you will incur the wrath of all his fangirls, and probably the angels above, and you will spend the rest of your life MISERABLE AND CURSED, so proceed with caution. If you can get away with it without anyone knowing your identity, you’re golden. Good luck, but also, why? do you even want to??

4. Jumin Han, Mistah Trussfund Kid (The CEO)

Result: Instant win, but your life will be RUINED

Honestly, I think certain RFA members would actually be very glad if someone handed Jumin’s ass to him, but good fucking luck accomplishing that without having your entire life destroyed. On a purely physical level, Jumin is no competition. He may be the tallest motherfucker around, but he’s never fought anyone before in his LIFE. You’d probably only have an issue here if you were short as shit, and even then, go for the knees, amirite? He’ll fall like a fucking oak tree, and then you can rip him a new one while he’s down. Easy peasy, right? WRONG. He’s got a horde of like 50 bodyguards that you have to sneak past or defeat first or something. And if you somehow make it to Jumin first, they’ll swarm your ass after you first start swinging and have you incapacitated in a few seconds. Are those first few swings worth it? Maybe. But he’s gonna sue your ass for everything you own. The whole world will know your name. If you don’t get jail time, you’ll wish you had. It will be an easier life than trying to live in the public. Zen and Jaehee might love you forever, though, so maybe they can pull a few favors for ya. You better pray they do. Good fuckin luck out there, champ.

3. Yoosung Kim, Small Child

Result: Victory, but with a catch

Look into this child’s eyes. Look me in the eyes. Tell me that Yoosung isn’t a fucking pansy. You can’t, can you? It’s because Yoosung is a fucking pansy. This kid would be down for the count after exactly one (1) punch. He might enjoy it a little too, which’ll be awkward as shit for both of you. HOWEVER. If you trigger his Yandere side, which is bullshit but whatever, he might put up more of a fight. How do you do this, you may ask? Insult Rika. or MC. (Probably Rika tho). Something inside him will snap, and then he’ll be trickier to handle. He’ll probably play dirty when he’s like this, so expect to get shanked or bitten or something. It doesn’t change the fact that his scrawny ass can’t fight for shit, so you’ll still probably win, but not without a few injuries yourself. Hurting Yoosung is probably the moral equivalent to kicking a puppy. If you can be ok with yourself after that, then I mean, go for it.

2. Rika, the Antichrist

Result: Certain victory, but extremely dangerous

Look, maybe I should’ve put her lower on the list considering she’s got an entire cult following her every order. But, honest to God, you would be morally obligated to fight her. Please beat the shit out of her. Physically, her scrawny ass could do nothing to stop you. She’s ruined the lives of her friends, as well as countless other people, because of her deranged and, quite frankly, selfish desires. Basically, she’s a little bitch. I don’t know how you’ll do it, but god damn, you’ll be everyone’s hero. The downside to this is that she might sick Saeran on you, which is gonna be a pain in your ass, and Yoosung might hate you forever, but I think you can live with that, right? Do us all a favor. Fight Rika.

1. Jihyun Kim/V, aka Flower Angel Sunshine Man

Result: Total Victory, but you’re basically Satan

BEFORE YOU SEND ME ANON HATE, REMEMBER: this is a list based on how likely you are to win. And V? V would let anyone beat him. He probably thinks he deserves it. He might defend himself a little, but he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you. Your victory would be almost immediate. There is no catch to V. You’d just win. But you’re a fucking monster for it. And you know what? I’ll beat the shit out of you if you hurt this man. So don’t even think about it, asshole.

Find You (Part 2)

Summary: Bucky has moved into a new apartment, not knowing that its previous tenant thinks they still live there. And he’s the only one that can see them.

Word Count: 1,751

Warnings: None.

Part 1

A/N: This fic is somewhat based on a K-Drama called “49 Days.” 

Originally posted by bovaria


Once the initial shock has ebbed away and the man, whose name is Bucky, keeps walking back and forth, passing through your form countless times, you can’t stand it anymore.

“Alright, I get it! I’m not here,” you mutter the last word. “At least not completely.”

“You’re a fucking ghost,” he deadpans.

“I’m dead?”

“Well this world is already hell so—”

“That’s not helping!”

“I’m just saying!”

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in which harry just wants to kiss…

Y/N was having a bad day. It wasn’t too often when she came home so off her rocker that she couldn’t fully calm herself, but the odds just were not in her favour. It just felt like she couldn’t catch a break and everyone was out to get her, and of course the day wasn’t finished with her yet. Unlike other days when Harry was in some part of the house awaiting her arrival, he was nowhere to be found. So, she did the only thing she thought to do with her nerves that rattled. She sat on the couch and stewed until he came home.

He walked in, a little while later, face set in a hard glare. He hadn’t had the best day either. Still, he saw her on the couch looking in a bit of a daze wearing the same thing she wore to work and knew that she wasn’t okay. He let out a long sigh and sat next to her. “Bad day?”

She nodded her head. “It was horrible.”

“What happened?” he asked and she launched into all the wrong thrust upon her. Harry wishes he could say that he was giving her his full attention, but he had a rough day too. Besides, she didn’t necessarily want feedback so much as someone who would listen.

She laid her head on his shoulder when she was done venting. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem, love.” He turned his head, kissing her temple.

“Do you want to talk about your day? You look like you’ve not had a great day either.”

He maneuvered his body so he was fully facing her. “No, I’d just like to kiss you for a really long time.”

A small smile crept up onto her face. “Okay. I can make that happen,” she said, already leaning forward and wrapping her hands around his neck. 

He closed what little distance was left between them, pressing his lips to hers and wrapping his arms around her back. 

She could tell he was putting all his feelings into the kiss because of how hard and frantic it was. The way he was pushing against her. The way he was capturing her bottom lip with his top. The way he bit her bottom lip and let it snap back before going back in for another kiss.

He laid her all the way back against the couch so his weight was resting on her and deepened the kiss. He gently prodded the crease of her lips with his tongue, urging her to open her mouth, and once she did he swooped his tongue around hers in a battle for dominance. She let him have it. He could take all she had to give and then some.

They both began feeling a bit lightheaded, so he pulled back so they could have some time to breathe. But, the action didn’t come to a full stop. He took the time to lavish her neck with attention. He suckled on the juncture of her neck and jawline before pressing multiple kisses at the spot to soothe it. He moved the kisses along to the middle of her neck and left sloppy kisses down its column until he hit just above her collar bone and bit down, eliciting a moan. Again, he chose to suckle on the spot and leave kisses to seal it off. 

He lifted his head and dropped his jaw in awe of the colour blooming from the love bite he left on her skin. Typically, he’s not one to leave marks in such obvious places, but he swears he’s never been more into her than he was in that moment and he was really into her. His admiration didn’t last for long, though, as he licked a stripe up the opposite side of her neck to her jawline and kissed a line right to her earlobe, which he took between his teeth and whispered, “God, I love you,” in her ear.

She moaned louder than she’s used to in response, while wrapping her legs around his waist. Instead of returning back to her lips, her breath having come and gone as a result of his assault on her neck, he peppered kisses all around her face. At this point, she was absolutely reeling. Her mind wasn’t even working anymore. All the kisses that weren’t where she craved them was driving her crazy and she couldn’t take it anymore, so she cupped his face in her hands in an attempt to guide him back to her. She spotted the little lopsided smirk on his lips, telling tales of the satisfaction he gets from making her mental and bucked her hips to his in retaliation. He tilted his head back slightly as she did it again and again and again until his defences finally broke down and like the moon to earth he’s gravitated back to her.

He firmly grasped her hips, holding her down to stop from really getting his engine started when he was much too tired to do anything about it. Still, he absolutely loved the way she was kissing him back with just as much gusto he gave. He let out little growls and groans from the back of his throat and had to focus nearly all his brain power from giving into his urges and reigning the two of them back into neutral territory. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to because he loved when they went farther. He’s 100% convinced he could spend forever between her legs with her wrapped all around him. Today, though, it’d just embarrass him, and really all he wanted to do was kiss her. 

After a while, he broke up the kisses, pecking her lips until their lips are just barely brushing against each other, lazy smiles drawn on both of their faces.

Harry felt much more calm and collected and extremely connected to the girl laid down under him. He splattered a few kisses across her chest, tucking himself into her and begins to lay out the woes of his day. Once all the frustrations were finally freed, the conversation flowed easily between them, and they stayed up into all hours of the night and early morning talking about everything and nothing until they fell asleep.

Collocations: Traits

(Warning: long post)

You may be wondering, what the heck is a collocation?

A collocation is the grammatical juxtaposition of a word with other words to create a natural phrase. 

In other words, it’s the difference between “a quick bite to eat” vs. “a fast bite to eat.”

I put the literal translations in parentheses. Enjoy! ( ◦ ’ ں ˉ ◦ )

Brains - (lit. head)

頭がいい - Smart (head is good)
君は頭がいいよ!
You’re so smart!

頭が悪い - Stupid (head is bad)

頭が切れる - Clever (head is sharp)

頭が冴えている - Sharp (head is clear)

頭が鈍い - Dense or slow (head is blunt)

頭がおかしい - Funny/crazy/a little off one’s rocker (head is funny/strange)
頭がおかしいと言われる人の多くは、過去に何らかの原因が存在しているものです。
Many people who are said to be crazy have some sort of past (trauma).

Skills/Talent - (lit. arm/hand)

腕が立つ - (one’s) talent shows (arm stands)
腕が立つようになるまでには、何年もの修業は必要だ。
You’ll need many years of practice before your talent starts to show.

腕に覚えがある - Confident in one’s skills (arm has remembered)
先生なら、腕に覚えがある
I’m confident in my skills as a teacher.

腕がいい - Skillful (arm is good)

(する)腕がある - Have the skills to do…. (there is arm (to do))

Hunch - (lit. feeling)

感がいい「悪い」- Quick or slow to catch on (feeling is good/bad)

感が鋭い - Sharp/quick/have a good nose for (feeling is sharp)

感が鈍い - Be slow to catch on (feeling is dull)
君はあい変わらす感が鈍いない
You’re slow to catch on as usual.

感が当たる「外れる」- Your hunch is right (wrong) (feeling hits/disconnected)
感が当たったようだ。
Looks like your hunch was right.

感が働く- Intuition (feeling works)
何かがおかしいという感が働いたとしか思えません。
I can’t help but think my intuition told me something was wrong.

Voice -

声が高い - High-pitched voice (voice is high)

声が低い - Low-pitched voice (voice is low)

声がきれいだ - Beautiful voice (voice is pretty)

声がハスキーだ - Husky voice (voice is husky)

声がいい - Nice voice (voice is good)

声が渋い - Seasoned voice (voice is cool or tasteful)

Faith/Belief - 信仰

信仰を持つ - To have faith

信仰を捨てる - Abandon one’s faith (throw away faith)
それまで信じていた信仰を捨てること。
I had abandoned my faith until then.

信仰心が厚い - Be religious or devout (faith is thick) 
この地方の人々は一般に信仰心が厚い
People in this region are generally really religious.

Belief/Principles - 深淵

深淵を持つ - Have beliefs/convictions

信念を曲げる - Abandon beliefs/convictions (bend or distort beliefs)
信念を曲げてまで、その地位を得たいとは思いません。
I don’t think I’m willing to achieve that position unless I abandon my beliefs.

信念を貫く- Stick to principles (penetrate beliefs)
我々がなんと言おうと、彼は自分の信念を貫くしぼっている。
No matter what we tell him, he’ll always stick to his beliefs

Wisdom - 知恵

知恵をしぼる - Rack one’s brains (squeeze wisdom)

知恵が働く- Be smart/cunning (wisdom works)

知恵を働かせる - Use one’s brains (to work wisdom)

知恵が浮かぶ - Get a good idea (wisdom floats)
シャワーにいい知恵が浮かんだ
I got a really good idea in the shower.

知恵が回る - Shrewd/clever (precocious) (wisdom spins)
まだ5歳だというのに、よく知恵が回る。
Even though he’s only 5, he’s really clever.

Knowledge - 知識

知識が豊富だ - Good knowledge of (rich knowledge)
車の知識が豊富だ.
He has a pretty good knowledge of cars.

知識が乏しい - Little knowledge of (poor knowledge)

知識がある - Knowledgeable (there is knowledge)

Judgment - 判断

判断を下す - Make a judgment/decision (give judgment)
次にあげる例を見れば、自分で判断を下すことができるだろう。
By looking at the following example, you should be able to make your own judgment.

判断に迷う - Trouble making a decision (get lost in judgment)

判断がつく・つかない - Can/cannot decide (take/cannot take judgment)

Understanding - 理解

理解が速い(遅い)- Quick/slow to understand/ (understanding is fast/slow)

理解がある - Show understanding (there is understanding)
私は一体、自分が本当に誰かを理解したことがあったのだろうか、と思った。
I wondered if I had ever truly understood anyone.

OK, so I wrote a complaint to the BBC. As I’m not from the uK, I wrote a real letter:

BBC Complaints
PO Box 1922
Darlington
DL3 0UR

Hamburg, 29th January 2016

Sherlock Series 4

Dear BBC,

once, you were the beacon of truth and originality. Your shows were groundbreakingly brilliant. As I am a livelong fan of Sherlock Holmes, I was especially delighted by the new adaptation done by Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. I followed this series since 2010.

Therefore, can you imagine my shock when I just watched series 4? As I don’t live in the UK, I pre-ordered the DVD and just watched it over the weekend. I loved everything on this series up to The Abominable Bride. But series 4 was not only disappointing, it is, in my honest opinion, pure treachery in regard to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s stories. Please, let me explain:

Especially The Final Problem has nothing to do with how a Sherlock Holmes story works and it’s a right affront to say that it was adapted from the works of Conan Doyle. because it wasn’t.

No, this is not about canonical purity (like “Eurus wasn’t in the books!” whining). It’s about the structure of the narrative that makes a Holmes story.

Sherlock Holmes is not a magic wizard - he operates by logic. Therefore, his deductions are comprehensible and reasonable. When he explains them, people can follow through (even saying that it sounds easy when explained). The deductions follow logical rules to determine the truth.

Now, by introducing an omnipotent, superintelligent, crazy and therefore unpredictable previously unknown factor like Eurus into the above equation, who, because she’s mentally ill and a genius, is motivated by inexplicable and irrational impulses, the writers literally threw over the board. It’s not a game anymore, indeed, because this is not the Holmesian game as it has been played for decades. It broke the rules, it revoked the contract the writers had with the audience: that when a Holmes story is adapted, the viewer has a chance to solve the puzzle. The lost sister was never foreshadowed in any episode, not even hinted at, before suddenly taking centre stage in the penultimate episode. That, at least to me, is rather cheap storytelling, even cheating on your audience.

Because we didn’t have a chance to figure it out. The writers and the director reduced that beautifully crafted, exciting show to a pile of senseless rug pulls just for the sake of it. There is nothing to analyse, no motivation to look into, no making sense of it. And that is not only true for The Final Problem now, because by carelessly interlocking the Eurus factor with previous episodes, Moffat and Gatiss even destroyed the frame of reference I thought they had established.

Another point I want to complain about, that intelocks with Eurus, is the show’s dealing with its female protagonists. They either sacrifice themselves for the male hero(s) (Mary), are reduced to a sobbing, pining mess (Molly), used in a purely sexual way (Irene Adler) or have to be locked away because they are superintelligent and therefore crazy. Whereas Sherlock and Mycroft were shown to control their mental powers and reign them in to make use of them (Mycroft as a government official, Sherlock at least as a freelancer, albeit with a drugs problem), the sister wasn’t able to channel her extraordinary gift. She doesn’t seem to have got any help, but was just locked away. To me, as a female academic, that says that very intelligent women are also easily bound to go off the rocker because they are too emotional (Eurus apparently killed Sherlock’s childhood friend because she was jealous). I find that depiciton of female genius highly problematic.

And please tell me why the show was marketed with the catch phrases „Miss Me?“ - a hint to Moriarty – and „I love you“ or „Sherlock is in love“? Because Moriarty was only shown in a flashback and wasn’t that important after all, because he was only employed by Eurus; and with whom Sherlock might have been in love didn’t register with me. Certainly not with poor Molly Hooper, or Irene Adler (who’s a self-proclaimed lesbian). Was it the sister he didn’t even know he had? Well, you certainly love your siblings, but I hope you are not actually in love with them, as this indicates romantic interest…

In all, I feel rather let down and a bit cheated by Sherlock series 4. Sorry for throwing that at you, but as I said, I truly loved this show once.

Yours sincerely

This is the reply I got:

On the plus side, it’s not the general ‘NO JOHNLOCK’ response - on the down side, they simply say that you can’t please everybody (true), and, as the series is so hugely successful, it doesn’t really matter if a few people had issues with the series…

Yet I do think that the conclusion is the most vital part of a series, especially if the conclusion throws most of the previous series overboard and retcons large parts of its own narrative.

*shrugs* But what can you do?

@op-norbury

It is precisely 1:52pm, and James Potter has switched his desk fan on.
Lily Evans resents this for a number of reasons, the first of which being that she’s always cold in the office. Always. She still insists on wearing tiny little business dresses every day, because she and Mary spent far too much time (and money) excitedly picking them out when she got this job, but that takes nothing away from the fact that she gets cold. He knows she gets cold. And does he care? No.
At the very bottom of the list of reasons why Lily Evans resents James’ desk fan (and really, it’s insignificant compared to her deep freeze), is that every time it blows her way, she gets two nostrils full of aftershave, and she doesn’t like that at all.
“Oi, Evans,” he says, as if on cue.
She closes her eyes, still facing her monitor, breathes in strength and patience and fucking aftershave.
When she looks around, he’s grinning his lazy grin at her, leaning haphazardly against the back of his office chair, gangly limbs everywhere. “Did you want to borrow my jacket?”

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The French Mispeight

Originally posted by helpimanspnfan

Based on the request by: Angela_Quindo (wattpad)

Summary: After “dying” on Supernatural, Gabriel hops universes and ends up in our own.

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Words: 1200+

Warnings: Blood, death mention, tiny bit o’ archangel nudity

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Scorpius chats with Ron
  • Rose invited Scorpius over for the afternoon one summer to have dinner with them, but Ron insisted on having a chat with him because he thought they were dating, even though Rose insisted that they were not. So, Scorpius sat down and talked to Ron and...
  • Ron: What’s your full name?
  • Scorpius: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. Some people call me Scorp.
  • Ron: I hear you tease Rose sometimes.
  • Scorpius: Um... *rubs the back of his neck* I used to in first to third year, but we're friends now. I promise I won't do it anymore. Posie- I mean, Rose- is so funny when she's angry, that's all.
  • Ron: So, Scorpius, you’re how old now? *looking gruff and like he’ll shoot Scorpius*
  • Scorpius: Fourteen, sir.
  • Ron: Fourth year, hm?
  • Scorpius: Yep. Same year as Rose. OWLs will be next year, so I’m pretty nervous. I know Posie will do well though, she’s brilliant.
  • Ron: Yes, well, she’s her mother’s daughter. *chuckles* What’s your favourite subject?
  • Scorpius: Potions, because Dad taught me. But Charms is fun when Posie helps me out.
  • Ron: What do you want to be when you grow up?
  • Scorpius: Maybe a Professor. I love Hogwarts. I'm not as good at it, but I think that I’d like to teach Transfiguration though, it’s so cool. McGonagall’s my favourite teacher.
  • Ron: I see. And what about your father and mother, do you get along with them?
  • Scorpius: Well- this is rare, but it happens - Dad loses his temper. He’ll snap at me and Mum. Mum annoys me from time to time. She’s a stickler for dressing up and being clean and all that.
  • Ron: My mum was like that and now my wife is too. Terrible fate, I’ve got.
  • Hermione: I HEARD THAT!
  • Scorpius: *laughs*
  • Ron: You like Wizard chess?
  • Scorpius: Yes, Al and I play all the time in the Slytherin common room.
  • Ron: Really? *chuckles* Reminds me of me and Harry. And what about Quidditch? Do you play?
  • Scorpius: No, sir. I like to watch, though. James is really good and so is that Zabini bloke from my house. And I really love the Chud-
  • Ron: *screams at him and flails his arms* CHUDLEY CANONS?!
  • Scorpius: *looking scared* Uh... y-yeah... it’s my... um...favourite team. Why? Is... is that bad? I'm s-sorry.
  • Ron: *shakes his hand* Welcome to the family!
  • Scorpius: What? But I’m...
  • Ron: My son!
  • Hugo: DAD?!
  • Ron: You Puddlemore supporter!
  • Scorpius: Puddlemore? Hugo, are you off your rockers?
  • Ron: I love this one. I love him. *hugs Scorpius*
  • Scorpius: But sir, Rose and I aren’t even dating. She’s my friend.
  • Ron: What do you think of her?
  • Scorpius: Well... she’s respectable and funny and kind and brave and... *blushes just a bit* maybe a teensy bit pretty?
  • Ron: ROSE!
  • Rose: Yes, Dad? Is dinner ready? I was just working on my History of Magic assignment and I-
  • Ron: You marry this one, okay? *pats him on the back and squeals* He likes Chudley Canons!
  • Rose: What?!
  • Scorpius: What?!
  • Ron: I give up all the things I said about you never marrying a Malfoy. Just go ahead, fall in love! *pushes him towards her* So long as he keeps loving Chudleys. Say, what was your favourite game?
  • Scorpius: But sir...?
  • Ron: *grinning like a fool* Which one? Come on, then.
  • Scorpius: 1988 Winter Games. I saw it on tape with Dad.
  • Ron: I’m calling Draco on the pellyphone to arrange a marriage.
  • Hermione: What? Ron, you can’t! Rose needs to make her own choices. Plus, you hated the Malfoys, why do you change your mind over a Quidditch team?
  • Rose: Dad, I don't want to have an arranged marriage!
  • Ron: *ignoring them* Hello, Malfoy? I’d like to ask a favour...
  • Hermione: RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!
  • Rose: Um... sorry, my family’s crazy. *blushing*
  • Scorpius: Yep, I can see that. I don’t mind. *smiles at her*
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A/N: Okay I got the idea to write this from a post I saw on Facebook. It’s brilliant.

Author: @totallysupernaturaloneshots

Word Count: 1,830

Characters: Chuck x Reader, Sam Dean and Castiel

Pairings: Chuck x Reader

Warnings: Err mostly fluff, some angst, kissing God (I guess this needs a warning.)

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Originally posted by castielamigos

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|The Story of Last Night | Lafayette

So I was listening to The Story of Tonight Reprise and the idea of drunk Lafayette is literally everything to me right now.


I may not live to see our glory!” 

You rose an eyebrow at the chorus of voices that hit your ears as you entered the bar, and sighed when you recognized the faces. 

Not again, You purposefully maneuvered away from them, going by the counter. Its not that you didn’t like the four idiots, you did, but it was just that you had no time nor patience to deal with them at the moment. The whole reason you had skipped the reception in the first place, was because you had found yourself becoming quickly overwhelmed. 

Even among-st girls, Angelica sure knew how to party. 

You chuckled nervously at the memory of the flamboyant Schuyler (and Eliza who surprisingly got quite frisky the moment she got even a little alcohol in her system).

So yeah, it wasn’t a good idea to let them see you. Especially since it looked like they were dead ass drunk. They were bad enough normally, you didn’t even want to try to handle them while they were off their rocker.

“The usual?”

You lifted your head to peer at the bartender, who had a warm smile. You nodded, and the man blinked at your weary state. 

“Rough night?” He asked. You looked not too subtly in the way of the notorious gang, and he gave you an expression of empathy. “Ah, I see.”

“Hamilton’s hitched,” you clarified. The bartender snickered.

“I know. The whole place does,” He said, returning with your drink. You shrugged laughing along with him and taking a tentative sip before deciding to just chug the whole thing down.

Right when you were contemplating getting another round and joining the party of intoxicated laid-backs, a hand tapped your shoulder. You turned to see the face of none other than Hercules Mulligan himself.

“Y/L/N” He started, scratching the back of his neck with a crooked white smile. He looked to be still tipsy, but way more cognitive than he had been when you spotted the quartet earlier. 

“Please, Mulligan, you can call me Y/N,” You returned the smile, giving him your full attention. 

“Well then, right back at you, Y/N.”

“As you say, Hercules,” You taunted back. He chuckled deeply.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, but I require your assistance,” He began. You gave him a look of confusion, and he gestured to his arm. 

When you looked properly, you saw that he was practically carrying Lafayette  like he weighed a bag of feathers. While Hercules had regained his wits, the french man clearly had not, and was still properly bamboozled. 

“Monsieur Lafayette cannot hold his liquor?” You questioned in amusement. Hercules shared your sentiment.

“On the contrary, he is actually quite impressive in that regard. But alas, he had way more than any of us.”

You grinned but it wavered when you saw his suggestive gaze. “Wait…what exactly are you asking me to do here?”

“Well…”

“No.”

“Please Y/N?” He couldn’t restrain his laugh. “John ran off somewhere, and I need to track him down so that he doesn’t jump in the lake.”

“Why can’t Hamilton do it?” You stalled. 

“Hamilton went off somewhere with Burr,” Hercules confirmed. You opened your mouth to make another excuse but a look from the tall man had you shutting up.

You groaned, putting your palm to your face. “I’m going to regret this.”

“Thank you Y/N,” Hercules was more than willing to hand over the drunk man to you, and you nearly fell over to hold him up. 

“You’re-” You barely started but he was already out the doors. “…welcome.”

You huffed, focusing now on the immigrant nearly drooling on your shoulder.

“Lets go,” You shook him slightly, enough to get him able to walk with you as you hung his arm around your neck.

“Hmm..?” He asked drowsily, a rumble vibrating through his chest and straight through you. “Where…?”

His voice was hoarse from the recent wake up and you would vehemently deny that it had goosebumps rising up your arms. 

“Home,” You said, absentmindedly watching the stars as the two of you hobbled down the empty street. 

“Home…?” He repeated. “You…would have a…ship at the ready?”

You snorted. Even completely wasted, he didn’t fail to have you in fits of laughter. 

“Not France, Lafayette,” You mused. “Though I think I would like to visit.”

“Anytime…” He opened his eyes blearily, seeming to want to see you. When he saw your face he seemed a bit surprised, but got over it. “Y/N…”

Your name rolling off his lips made you weirdly content. 

“You would escort me, Monsieur?” You were enjoying somewhat flirting with the man, knowing he wouldn’t remember a single word. 

“Anything for you,” He responded. You paused. That sounded a little too sincere. You peeked a glance to see if he had cleared his mind from the alcoholic fog, but his face was still flushed. Guess not.

“Its a date then,” You said. 

“Date…? Yes…a date,” He murmured by your ear, breath washing over you, a distinct smell of sweet whiskey. You were already getting flustered by the proximity, but when his lips pressed to your neck you lost your crap.

“What are you doing?” The words were rushed, your voice a pitch higher. 

“Tu es si belle.”

“What?”

“Vous frappez, madame. Restez avec moi.”

“Um…Lafayette?”

The only thing that followed was a babble of french that you in no way could translate. The sultry flow of the romantic language by your ear was again getting too much for you. You were sure your face would burn off in no time.

“Lafayette!”

That seemed to knock him out of his daze, but he still continued to speak in French, with a few random English words in-between. You suddenly noticed the confused expression set on his face and realized he quite seriously couldn’t remember the language at the moment in his state.

How adorable.

You let him off the hook for the intrusion of your personal space just because of that, and giggled quietly to yourself as you walked up to his door. 

You fished around in his coat for his keys, and gave a small ‘aha’ when you found them in an inner pocket. The door clicked open.

“Here we are,” You said. A strike of sympathy struck within you with another look at Lafayette’s disheveled state. 

It wouldn’t kill you to bring him to his room would it? You took the small journey with a pep in your step.

“Time to go to bed, Lafayette,” You spoke to him as if he was a child, patting his shoulder. He hummed.

“mmhm…”

You made to let him go but stopped breathing when the roles changed as he clamped his arms around your waist and dragged you down to the mattress with him.

“MMpH..!” You thrashed, face pressed into his chest, your bodies practically glued together. A heat ravaged your cheeks when you registered this, his toned body outlined underneath his clothes, the scruff on his jaw brushing against your cheek. You finally managed to disconnect from him enough to speak. 

“Let go!” You whispered harshly. Lafayette stirred, opening his eyes. The two of you stared at each other before an odd glint entered Lafayette’s chocolate eyes. 

“Laf-” You started.

“Stay.”

“What?”

“Stay,” He said shortly, more of a question than a demand. His eyes looked too clear, too soft for someone who was drunk.

You got lost in his gaze, your faces so close now that you could count every brown eyelash, the curls escaping his ponytail, framing his captivating features. 

Everything was shouting at you to say no, to get the hell out of there, but then his lip quirked upward and you were melting.

“Ok.”

His head buried in your neck, your legs intertwined as the soft sounds of his breathing filled the quiet air.

And the dull beat of his heart lulled you to join him in the land of the subconscious not long after.



OH MON DIEU!”

You frowned at the noise, wondering who had the heart of stone to do this to you so early in the morning. Opening your eyes, you watched Lafayette in blurry perplexity until the memories of the night before came back to you and just sighed, rolling back over.

“Go back to sleep, Lafayette.”

“Back to-?!” He was utterly befuddled, wincing at the sound of his own voice, nursing a hangover. Another round of french escaped his lips before he caught himself.  “Mon cher, what are you doing in my bed??!!”

“So you don’t remember last night?” You mulled, taking great satisfaction in making him freak out even more.

“Last night?!!” He sputtered, a complete mess of ruffled clothes, bed hair and tangled sheets. “What did I - did we - how did-”

You snuggled into the warm sheets, snickering. “Don’t worry, we didn’t do anything.”

A breath of relief left his lungs. “Oh merci bien.”

You hummed casually. “I mean, you haven’t even taken me on that date to France yet.”

You swear you had no idea the male human voice could go that high before. “Date??”

A thump alerted you to the fact that he had fallen out of the bed and onto the floor. 

You yawned, raising your hand limply above your head to point at the ceiling. Where to start? 

“I’ll tell the story of last night…”


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BTS REACTS TO: their friend or s/o “booping” their nose

superfanboy19 ask: Can you guys do how Bts would react to their friend or s/o booping their nose 

sometimes i see a picture of jimin and i’m so overwhelmed by how adorable he is, i boop the computer screen. - Admin Dayna


Seokjin

He’s alright with doing aegyo for you whenever the time came. He’ll accept a few “you’re cute” in a blue moon (though he much rather hear “handsome”). But he’s a grown ass man. Family, friend, significant other - doesn’t matter who you are. Seokjin rejects the thought and/or action with a silly laugh and nagging. Even with a goofy grin on his face, the occasional interruption of laughter, and him playfully swatting your hand away, he’s deadass. Maybe on a good day he’d take it. But deep inside his ego has been ever so slightly emasculated.

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Yoongi

It’s not necessarily an action he’s fond of, however, depending on the timing, his reaction will differ. Catch him in a good mood, and boop his nose and he’d take it with indifference. Maybe once a blue moon when he’s off the rocker and overjoyed he’d flash you a smile (maybe if you were lucky… like once in a million lucky he’d do a little aegyo to accompany it). But! If your poorly timed nose booping goes accordingly… well… rest in peace.

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