A/N: omg i am so bad at writing angst…. probably because I am a Sensitive Child™ who can’t deal with conflict and is suck a sucker for fluff. but i give it my best shot so I hope this is good!
for the anon request: could you write a David Pastrnak imagine? something like super angsty but ends in fluff, if you can that’d be great, thank you!
“I said, leave me alone!” you shouted at him as you marched down the hallway of your apartment building, heels clicking viciously on the hard floor. You had met David Pastrnak a year ago when you moved into the unit next door to his and had immediately become friends with him and the rest of his teammates. You also had a crush on this very same man since then, but he had a girlfriend for the first couple months of your friendship and you didn’t have the balls to admit your feelings for him. You and David were normally attached at the hip except this friendship was being tested on thin ice tonight when David had absolutely ruined your night out when you had ended up running into him at the club. You hadn’t been out in over two months and were really looking forward to a night of drinks, dancing, and picking up a nice one night stand when you ran into David and all of those plans got thrown out the window. You were being chatted up at the bar by a really cute guy, Eric was his name, that you were planning on taking home when he came up to you. David looked between you and Eric and immediately started being really rude. You practically had to push him away but when the other guy started to make a move on you David lost it. He saw Eric slide his hand high up on your thigh as he turned around and pushed Eric out of his seat. He started yelling at him about being a dirt bag and ended up getting you both kicked out of the club
“(Y/N) listen! For once can you get you head out of your ass long enough to hear me out?” he was running to keep up with you. You whirled around when you heard what he said and tried to control the anger that was coming off of you in waves.
“What did you just say to me?” you spat at him, words practically dripping with venom.
“Can you hear me out for like 30 seconds instead of storming off like an entitled queen who was just offended by a commoner.” David’s face was flushed with exasperation as he grabbed your wrist, tugging to make you look at him.
“Oh, so that’s what you think of me. Let me remind you that you were the one who literally attacked that guy at the club and somehow managed to get me kicked out as well. I haven’t picked up in two months, alright? You ruined my night for what, just the hell of it? I’m not like you David, I can’t just walk down the street and have girls beg for me. When a cute guy wants to take me home, I’m going to say fucking yes.” you ripped your hand from his and whirled back around to your door.
“He was a sleaze bag and you fucking know it. I was trying to protect you.” he countered.
“Yeah? Well, despite what you must think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much.” You stuck your key into the lock and turned it quickly, “Have a great fucking night.” you fake-smiled and it came out as if you were baring your teeth at him. You watched him open and close his mouth at you like a fish once before spinning and slamming your front door behind you. You quickly locked it and marched of to your room, kicking the things in your path harshly and letting hot tears roll their way down your face.
“Ughhh” you groaned into your pillow when your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing for the 14th time that morning, “Who the fuck is trying to get in touch with me right now.” you said out loud into your empty bedroom, “This better be an emergency..” you grumbled.
When you managed to grab your phone off of your bedside table and look at the screen without the bright light making you want to throw up all the liquor from last night this is what you saw:
Missed Call: Pasta (6)
Messages: Pasta (13)
Snapchat: Noodle Boy (12), BMarchy (2), …
“Jesus.” you scrubbed a hand over your face, slowly recalling the events from last night, which did not help your pounding headache in the slightest. You were still so angry with him and you were surprised you hadn’t punched him yourself last night. You turned your phone onto silent and threw it into a drawer before waddling over to your bathroom to get Advil and a glass of water to try and ease your hangover.
You climbed back into bed and tried to see if giving your fight more time would help ease your anger.
You woke up four hours later, significantly better in terms of feeling like a normal human being again but your anger still hadn’t dissipated. Now you were sitting at the breakfast bar in your kitchen drinking a glass of orange juice and catching up on the messages you wanted to respond to. You purposefully avoided Pasta’s ever growing streams of messages until your curiosity got the best of you. You tapped on your text conversation and scrolled up to the top of the unread messages at 3:30 this morning.
Pasta: shit. I’m an asshole I’m so sorry (Y/N). Can I see you today so that I can apologize in person??
The next several texts were a reiteration of the same idea: that David was an ass/douche/dick/etc. and that he screwed up and that he wants to make it up to you. You huffed by the time you scrolled all the way through, watching as his messages got more and more desperate. You rolled your eyes but could feel the beginnings of sympathy start to swirl low in your gut. You looked at his snapchats and saw that he was in bed, looking like a mess with hair flying everywhere like he had been worrying his hands through his hair, eyes were bloodshot and puffy like he had either been rubbing them or crying, and his messages were getting more and more desperate with time. Brad Marchand’s snapchat to you was response to your ugly face competition from earlier yesterday afternoon and then one from this morning just showed a close up of him in bed as well with the text: ‘what the hell happened to you and pasta?? Has been calling me in distress for past 30 min’
You frowned at that and finally opened up your voicemail and started to listen to the messages that David had left for you. When you started to listen to them, you had to suppress a gasp. If you thought that Pasta looked bad in his snapchats, well he sounded even worse. His voice was so low and raspy, sounding absolutely, utterly wrecked.
Just then you heard a knock on your door. You padded your way to your front door, knowing in your gut that there was a 90% chance of David being there. Sure enough, when you opened the door slightly, there was the man himself, leaning with one arm against the door frame the other hand up by his face, biting his thumbnail nervously.
When he heard the door click open his head snapped up “(Y/N), oh thank god” he sighed out, some tension visibly draining from his face.
“…. What do you want Noodles.”
“(Y/N) I’m so sorry. And I know that whatever I tell you isn’t going to be enough-”
You interrupted him, “You know what Pasta, I forgive you. I’m still pissed but we were both drunk and I honestly didn’t care that much about that guy.”
“Oh thank god.” he sighed out then looked at you expectantly, wondering if you were going to let him into your apartment to talk
“I just have one question for you.” you stood your ground, closing the door just the slightest amount, “What was that guy doing that pissed you off so much.”
David choked a bit and covered it up with a cough, “Um…. Well, I guess.” a blush started to rise high on his cheeks and he shuffled his feet against the floor
“Spit it out Pasta.” you said
“I just really fucking like you okay?” he said all at once, “and I’ve been trying to build up the balls to tell you for the past month and I was going to do it this weekend but then I got drunk last night with the boys and I saw you looking gorgeous at the bar and I got jealous. I’m a selfish ass who hated the idea of you with someone else that I literally picked a fight in a bar.”
You had to bite at the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling at the boy you’ve had a crush on since you first moved in who just confessed his love to you. Instead you shook your head and laughed a bit before opening the door wider and saying, “You are an ass,” before taking a step forward to eliminate the space between you and grabbing his face with both of your hands. His eyes widened in shock and you pulled his face down to your own and crashed your lips together.
It took David a second for his limited brain cells to process what was happening but when he clued in he wrapped his arms tightly around your torso and lifted you off your feet. When you pulled back the both of you were panting, David’s lips looked red and slightly swollen.
“Come on,” you grabbed David’s hand and pulled him into your apartment, “You can apologize to me over makeup pancakes and then we are going to make out because I have waited too long for this.”
He laughed behind you, “Works for me”
There you go! tell me what you think. Up next: max domi
IT’S COMINGGGGGGGG! SOON HOPEFULLY… I’ll try to work on it again when i wake up bc I keep falling asleep as I’m writing😪😴😴 I think if all goes well, it’ll be posted later in the day though ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)//
You’ve been waiting so patiently, and it’s finally here! Warning: It’s long, but that should come as no surprise. You’ve read my other posts.
If “Still” was all about intimate tension, then “Alone” is all about romantic tension. Romantic tension is a combination of strong emotions, attraction, and internal & external conflict. It’s not one component on it’s own. It’s everything together.
So, let’s analyze this baby, scene by beautiful scene, which I’ve playfully named for you. Keep in mind as you read, that “the body reveals what the mind conceals.” Daryl has some tells.
Hodge Podge ~ each member of the fraternity and sorority must draw a crazy costume idea out of a hat. Offer a wide range of customs and hope the results are hilarious, especially on the guys.
Inked ~ temporary tattoo party.
It’s a Mod Mod World
Lifeguards & Lap Dancers
Lip Sync ~ buy the brightest/wildest lipstick shades available. As each guest enters the party (male and female) hostesses randomly apply a shade of lipstick on their lips. They may find their “dates” for the evening by matching lipstick shades. Reapplication of their original color is allowed.
Mad Scientists & Lab Rats
Mascots ~ everyone dresses as a version of their favorite mascot.
Men in Black & Mafia Wives
Mobsters & Mermaids
My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding
Park Rangers & Camp Fire Girls
Party With Your Generation ~ before the party, divide the guest list into groups and assign a generation to each group. Attendees must dress as and party with their generation. Gen X, Gen Y, Baby Boomers, Senior Citizens are a few examples. This would also work for a Party With Your Decade event assigning different decades to groups in advance.
Private School Breaking the Rules
Quarterbacks & Glitter Queens
Rakish Ranchers & Saloon Girls
Saints & Sinners
Sorority Color Crush ~ if your chapter has two colors, ask the guys to dress all in one shade and all the girls in the other. For example, KD green & white party, or a DG pink & blue event. Assign the funniest color to the guys.
Spilt Personality ~ everyone must dress as half & half of two different things, i.e. angel/devil, man/woman, cop/criminal. Their left side is one identity and their right side is the other in a “split” costume. Or, for a date party, assign pairs ahead of time and each guest must find their “other half” at the party. For example, peanut butter would need to find jelly.
Tech Time Machine ~ costumes must represent “tech” from the past, i.e. typewriter, newspaper, snail mail, rotary phone, fax machine, floppy disc, record album, 8-track tape, 50s TV, etc.
Tech Like It’s Today ~ come as a current tech device, app, social media, or website, i.e. Kindle, Instagram, Pinterest, iPhone, Snapchat, Tumblr, Xbox, etc. Combine old & new Tech themes for a fun past & present tech party.
TFM • TSM ~ guys dress as sorority girls and girls dress as fraternity guys “as seen on” TFM/TSM.
The Good, the Bad & the Ugly ~ randomly divide the guest list into three groups and assign each group their “look” for the night.
The Off Season ~ whatever the weather is like outside, theme the social to the opposite season. A tropical island theme in February, or a Ski Chalet party in May.
Tight & Bright ~ everything worn by guys & girls must be very bright and very tight.
Top Chef Date Party ~ guys dress as chefs, girls dress as food. On entering the party, each girl writes her costume “food” on a slip of paper and each guy draws his 'dish’ from the bowl to make couples for the night.
Overdressed & Underdressed ~ divide your guest list into two groups, (or divide by chapter) and ask half the group to come underdressed and the other half to arrive overdressed.
Ultimate Sprinkler Party ~ outdoor wet & wild.
Umpires & Superfans
War & Peace
Wicked Wizards & Bad Fairies
Young Tarts & Old Farts
Zombie Doctors & Nurses
For more GREEK PARTY THEME IDEAS please link here ~
Tom’s an English teacher. Chris is his student’s older brother. They get all cute and shit.
“Are you in trouble?”
Tom looked up from his desk at the young man strolling into his class, over the lenses of his frame-less glasses. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry at the sight of him: his short, messy blonde hair, scruffy cheeks, a loose white t-shirt exposing his collarbones and firm, smooth chest, his legs hugged by dark jeans. He walked with easy confidence to where Liam sat alone, finishing the report Tom had made him write by hand as punishment for disrupting the class again.
“Oh fuck off, Chris,” Liam grumbled, swatting Chris’ hand away when he tried to grab the small stack of papers.
LITTLETON, Colo., April 20— In the deadliest school massacre in the nation’s history, two young men stormed into a suburban high school here at lunch time today with guns and explosives, killing as many as 23 students and teachers and wounding at least 20 in a five-hour siege, the authorities said.
The two students who are believed to have been the gunmen, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, who were students at Columbine High School, were found dead of self-inflicted gunshot wounds in the library, said Steve Davis, the spokesman for the Jefferson County Sheriff’s Department.
Beginning about 11:30 A.M., the gunmen, wearing ski masks, stalked through the school as they fired semiautomatic weapons at students and teachers and tossed explosives , with one student being hit nine times in the chest by shrapnel, the authorities said. Gunshots continued to ring out at the school for hours. One bomb exploded in the library, officials said, and one in a car outside. Two more cars were rigged with bombs.
About 3 P.M., hundreds of police officers evacuated the building and searched for the gunmen. Their bodies and those of several of their victims appeared to have been wired with explosives.
Sheriff John Stone said, “It appears to be a suicide mission.”
Mr. Davis said that as many as 25 people were dead, “a mixture of students and faculty.” He said that most of the bodies were found in the school’s entrance, the library and the commons cafeteria. No precise death toll was available.
Kaleb Newberry, 16, said: “I was in class and one teacher came in and basically told us to run for our lives, I saw a girl maybe five paces behind me fall. She was shot in the leg, but a teacher helped her.”
Students said the gunmen were part of a group of misfits who called themselves the trench coat mafia, which expressed disdain for racial minorities and athletes. Members of the group found their way out of anonymity at the school by banning together, dressing in dark gothic-style clothing including long black coats. They became easy to notice among the 1,870 students at the school, since every day, regardless of the weather, they wore their coats. [Page A17.]
Today the gunmen appeared to aim at minority members and athletes at the 1,800-student school, as well as peers who had poked fun at the group in the past.
School officials had had no reports of trouble from the suspects, Mr. Davis said.
Some victims were forced to wait inside the school for rescue. By early evening, bodies had not been removed because of the crime scene investigation and the possible presence of explosives, a spokesman for the Jefferson County Sheriff’s Department said.
Mr. Davis said at a news conference tonight that two other students at the school, thought to be friends of the gunmen, were in custody for questioning in connection with the shooting.
“You can’t really go in and do this kind of damage without a lot of preparation.” Mr. Davis said, “without a lot of ammunition and apparently some type of bombs.”
Fourteen-year-old Katie Corona, said she was trapped in a classroom with her teacher and about 30 classmates for hours.
“I thought I was going to die,” she said. “I really didn’t think I was going to make it. We would hear shots, then we heard crying. We had no clue what was going on.”
“Everyone around me got shot and I begged him for 10 minutes not to shoot me,” one young woman, who was not identified, said tonight in an interview broadcast on the Cable News Network. “And he just put the gun in my face and started laughing and saying it was all because people were mean to him last year.”
Another student, who said she heard more gunshots while hiding in the closet with a teacher and some friends, said she kept thinking to herself, “This can’t be happening to our school.”
“You should be safe at school,” added a second young woman, who also was not identified. “This should be a safe place.”
The families of those killed were being notified tonight at Leawood Elementary School, where students and parents had gathered.
The mass shooting was the first at an American school during this academic year, but revived memories of similar tragedies that struck six different communities last year and set off national alarms about teen-age violence. Four girls and a teacher were shot to death and 10 people were wounded during a false fire alarm at a middle school in Jonesboro, Ark., last March.
President Clinton immediately dispatched a crisis-response team to aid the school community and the victim’s families.
“We don’t know yet all the how’s or why’s of this tragedy; perhaps we will never fully understand it,” the President said in a nationally televised news conference just before 8 P.M. “St. Paul reminds us that we all see things in life darkly, that we only partly understand what is happening.”
He added, “We do know that we must do more to reach out to our children and teach them to express their anger and to resolve their conflicts with words, not weapons.”
A sunny spring day turned into a bloody nightmare for this suburb of 35,000 people southwest of Denver, as ambulances ferried the injured from the high school, past tennis courts, a baseball diamond and a packed student parking lot.
“I hope we can all pull together, because we will need all our strengths,” Jane Hammond, Jefferson County superintendent of schools, said tonight. The blood banks in the Denver area have been overwhelmend with calls from donors. Tonight at least three church vigils for the dead and injured.
Just before 8 P.M., Lisa Appleton, 16, a sophomore, waited in front of the Leawood school for news of her best friend, Julie Toms, who had been missing since students began leaving the school.
“I can’t even feel it,” she said. “There’s no way to know whether she’s dead or alive.”
About 3 P.M., SWAT teams police officers used a fire truck and an armored car to get close to the building, dozens of students raced out of the two-story building, some slipping in the mud, others holding up their hands in the air or behind their heads. Police said they feared that the gunmen would try to escape by mingling with the trapped students.
One student, bloodied from an injury, broke out a second-story window, and climbed down into the hands of the police.
As police officers established a wide perimeter around the beige school, students and school workers gathered on nearby tree-lined streets and told of the chaos and horror inside the building.
As fire alarms rang in the halls, students who had seen the gunmen trampled each other to get out of the building, running through one exit where three bodies lay on a staircase.
Trapped inside, others took refuge in classrooms, bathrooms and a choir room, frantically barricading doors with desks and file cabinets.
One cafeteria worker who barricaded herself in a woman’s bathroom said, “We could hear them blowing the heck out of the place.”
A student, Jonathan Ladd, said, “I heard gunshots going off, bullets ricocheting off lockers.”
The trench coat mafia is a small band of about a dozen juniors and seniors at Columbine who are easily recognized yet little feared, according to people who live in the neighborhood near the school. Regardless of the weather, they favor long black coats and the Gothic look popularized by the rock singer Marilyn Manson, neighbors said. Some even wear white pancake makeup and dark eyeliner, one student said.
“It was that devilish, half-dead, half-alive look,” said Bret, a 16-year-old sophomore who spoke on the condition only his first name be used.
The group often gathered in the cafeteria after school. Chris McCaffrey, manager of Angie’s Restaurant a few blocks from Columbine, said that residents had known about the group for about five years, and that no one considered it a threat.
“Mostly it was just kids who nobody wanted to have anything to do with,” Mr. McCaffrey said. “They weren’t particularly feared. They were just a bunch of punks who kind of hang around the school.”
Students said the group was mostly boys, but that some girls appeared to be closely associated with it. One student described the group as “nerds, geeks and dweebs trying to find someplace to fit in.”
Bret suggested the mafia might have targeted athletes out of resentment for their own lack of popularity and success at school.
The students “weren’t really accepted as younger kids and as they got older they were accepted by this group,” Bret said. “They got their fair share of being picked on. I could understand that they might have targeted some of the more popular kids.”
David Mesch, another student, who was searching for his mother who works for the school, said, “They were wearing masks; they were members of the trench coat mafia.”
President Clinton said tonight that he was “profoundly shocked and saddened by the tragedy today in Littleton.”
In an age when cellular telephones are increasingly common among high school students, several trapped students called television stations when they could not get through on 911 lines.
“I hear a couple of gunshots, people running up and down,” a student said in a frightened whisper to KUSA-TV, a Denver television station. Identifying himself only as James, he added, “There are a bunch of kids downstairs, I can hear them crying.”
Aware that the gunmen might be watching on a classroom television set, he said, “I am staying upstairs,” and then hung up.
In a state with a relatively low crime rate, the siege after the shootings was broadcast live by Denver television stations, without commercial breaks all afternoon. Broadcast and cable networks turned to local affiliates for help with their coverage.
“This is a cultural virus,” Gov. Bill Owens of Colorado said before hurrying to the scene. Noting that he felt particularly affected by the tragedy because his 16-year-old daughter goes to a suburban Denver high school, he said, “We have to ask ourselves what kind of children we are raising.”
At the White House, the President said the nation should focus on praying for the victims’ families and others at the school. He said that Attorney General Janet Reno was closely monitoring the situation, and that he had spoken this afternoon with Governor Owens and Patricia Holloway, the county commissioner, whose comments he shared with the nation.
In midafternoon, police officers briefly detained three young white men who wore camouflaged pants and black jackets, next to the high school. After they were released, the men said they knew the gunmen inside the high school. Emblazoned on the back of one man’s jacket were the words, “Ban Religion” and a red-painted stop sign printed over a cross.
“Blood was going all over,” a shaken girl said, as she was comforted by her father. Those here were reminded of other school shooting incidents.
Bob Sapin, a student, told a television station minutes after watching the shootings, “I just can’t believe it is happening at my school.”