right side of the road

Prints

Summary: You and Sam leave your mark on the Impala.

Word Count: 2300

Warning: Smut, dom!Sam, dirty talk

A/N: Just something that happened. Enjoy! XOXO

“Is that a foot? Is there a footprint on the window?” Dean glares at the window through the rearview mirror, and you shift a little in the backseat to avoid his gaze.

It’s foggy and damp out, exactly the kind of weather that makes the windows fog up no matter what you do, and the three of you are piled in, ready for your next adventure.

Except there’s a footprint on Dean’s precious car.

And you know exactly where it came from.

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Day One Hundred and Thirty

-A pair of women in their seventies came through my lane, bringing with them a string of dialogue I was somehow able to keep up with. “Earlier, I tried to open my front door with my credit card. It didn’t fit!” the First said. “This isn’t my sundress. These aren’t my shoes!” the Second discovered. “Did it clip it? Snip it? Snap it?” the First inquired upon removing her card from the reader, however the Second led her away before she could finish reciting her plans for the next hit Bop It toy.

-A young girl spent the duration of her mother’s purchase growling at herself in the mirror. Clever girl. Practice always makes for the finest predator, and she is well on her way.

-Due to the rising demand of electricity in the area during this particularly sweltering summer, Target is doing its part by cutting air conditioning to the store. As a citizen of this ever-suffering planet, I approve of their efforts. As a man prone to overhearing, who is on medications that exacerbate the same, I wish every other company could do their part, so that we did not have to.

-I overheard the wisest advice spoken in this store in millennia: “Darth Vader, if he wanted to, could stab you in the heart, and you would be dead.” I now know the secret to defeating Lord Vader. I have to make him not want to stab me in the heart.

-I recognized an approaching woman from an earlier encounter. Specifically, this encounter was her nearly running me off the road on my way to work today, swerving left and right, meeting back and forth, unable to decide which side of the road she wanted to pursue. Luckily, she seemed to have learned her lesson, as she went to the next cashier over, me stayed out of my lane.

-For the first time in my nearly-complete year of service, there is a mouse cursor on my register screen. A new era is coming, and with it, grand change. I can smell it in the air and see it on my computer.

-A man finished paying, and as he did so, I placed his items at the end of the register. As soon as I handed him his receipt, he threw it over the counter into an empty bag, tore an entire rack of them off, and made a run for the door, leaving his actual purchase in the dust.

-A woman returned to my lane shortly after her purchase, handing me two items, telling me that her son had been sitting on them, and that she wasn’t about to go to Hell for Clorox wipes. These are values to live by if ever I have heard any.

8

“If there’s a road straight forward or backward, and if there is a road on my left and right as well as side roads, i will take the side roads. There are pros and cons of side roads. Side roads are fresh and they’re not complete. Also, there is something you can experience from it. As with the common straight roads ahead, because there are already many information on it, i know that there might not be things i want to try experiencing. However, as for the side roads, people who have not come through them don’t know what they hold. And though it cannot be gauranteed, i might be able to be a bit more comfortable and be able to go faster, and it will be fun. The cons is that there are many bends. Extremely many. And if you’re not careful, you might end up at the start and go the straight road ahead instead; you might not keep walking the same road too. So you need to be wise with your choice of roads. You’ll learn and experience many things, i think you need to rely on and go with people who make the enviroment great. If i can only handle being wise, i will be able to safely and enojoyably cross that bend while living a dynamic life. I want to have more dynamic experiences, do a lot more, know more things, help the people around me and learn from each other. I want to live that way.” — oh sehun

How to spawn the three dragons: Dinraal, Naydra, and Farosh

Recommended gear:

  • Flamebreaker Armor Set**
  • Snowquill Armor Set**
  • Zora Armor Set**
  • Thunder Helm or Rubber Armor Set**

** indicates the armor has been upgraded twice by the Great Fairy to gain the set bonuses Fireproof, Unfreezable, Swim Dash Stamina, and Electric proof.

PLEASE NOTE: No matter which of the dragons and armor sets you are wearing to get the immunity to the projectiles they spawn around them for, if you glide into the dragon’s body you will catch fire, freeze, or get zapped.

The dragons spawn shards that have various effects when mixed with elixirs and are used to upgrade several armor sets and can also be sold for high amounts of Rupees/Mon.

The item you get from the dragons depends on the area you shoot them with an arrow. You can only get ONE item per encounter so if you miss or need multiples you will need to start the cycle again.

Item                       Body Part to Shoot

Shard of ( ) Scale  Body

Shard of ( ) Claw   Foot

Shard of ( ) Fang   Mouth

Shard of ( ) Horn   Horn/Crest (above the eyes at the top of the head)

Dinraal:

There is a stable next to the Tabantha Great Bridge.

Sleep/wait there until night.

Throw on the full Flamebreaker armor set and run up the side of the canyon on the same side as the stable is on.

Between 9PM and Midnight the dragon Dinraal can be found flying through the canyon.

Glide down and shoot him with an arrow in the region specified in the table above.

Naydra:

After getting the item that Dinraal drops in the canyon immediately swap to your Snowquill armor set and warp to the Spring of Wisdom (Jitan Sa'mi Shrine) at the Top of Mt. Lanayru.


Run out of the door and to the left, climbing over a boulder or two to get to the trail that leads up the mountain.

Follow the trail up (noted by white line in the screenshot) until you see the second cluster of ice spires on your right.

First cluster:

Second cluster:

Climb this and jump off to glide down the mountain.

About 1/3 of the way down the mountain you will see a large ice spire sticking up as you descend (light green line).

Land on this and turn around to look at the top of the mountain.

The music will change and you should see the giant blue dragon flying up the left side of the screen to the top of the mountain.

Climb as far back up (following the dark green line) as you can, the dragon will circle the top of the mountain once before descending down the right (towards the Lanayru Road to the west) side, so you have a little time.

Then glide off the side of the mountain towards Naydra’s flight path on the south side of the mountain.

This is the hardest dragon to farm as the shards fly very far away and you must glide to the location to gather them.

The good news is if you glide near the dragon you can drop and glide again to catch her updraft multiple times to fly further.

Once you catch up to the item that spawns from Naydra swap to the Zora armor set and warp to the Shai Utoh Shrine directly behind the Lakeside Stable in the Faron region.

Farosh:

Run past the stable and up the path to the right.

Before the bridge you should see a small cliff outcrop.

Dive/glide from here and to the bottom of the waterfall directly in front of you.

Swim up the waterfall and glide to the ground on the right.

You should see Farosh on the far side of this and may even get caught in his updraft while gliding.

Pause and equip the Thunder Helm or Rubber armor set and then get closer to the dragon.

(Maybe not this close)

If you have any questions feel free to message me.

Leave This Town Pt 2 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Natasha, Wanda

Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

Song Inspiration: Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers

Warnings: none! The mildest of swearing I guess? 

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

A/N: Holy bananas, you guys. Once I started writing this part, I got carried away  and I’m probably extending this fic by a few parts. heh. I’m so in love with this story, and that’s probably why! I really hope you are too. Any thoughts and feedback are appreciated! I love you all!! :)

***This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k AU Writing Challenge**

<<<Part One  Part Two   Part Three>>> 

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Originally posted by butteryplanet

Previously: 

“Try the Boysenberry Pie while you’re there. Even for breakfast, it really hits the spot.”

Taking a few steps backward, you gave him a smile, “I’ll do that,” then turning to walk away.“Oh, Y/N!” you heard him call after you and you whirled in place, surprised. 

“Keys. I need your keys.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Right. Sorry.” Digging into your purse followed by a toss of the keys, he caught them out of the air before you headed in the direction of the diner once again.

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A bell above the door jangled lightly as you entered the diner, the smell of hot grease hitting your nose. Straight ahead there was a counter with barstools, a view of the kitchen behind it. To both your left and right along the wall lined with windows, there were built-in booths with splitting vinyl cushions and spotted formica-covered tables.

The waitress behind the counter spoke, drawing your attention. “Hey, sweetie. Take a seat wherever you like, I’ll be with you in a jiffy.”

“Okay,” you responded with a tight smile.

Choosing a booth, you dropped your bag and sat down. You looked around, seeing only 2 other customers currently sitting at the counter with coffee mugs in their hands. Moments later, a pretty redhead approached, wearing a sleeveless button-up flowered shirt and jeans under the apron around her waist. Bright red lipstick painted her lips as she talked to what looked like a regular customer. Probably a local.

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have you ever been in love? part 2 - reggie mantle

word count: 2.596

warnings: swearing, 

plot: happens about 2 days after the Vday quiz and if I summarize more I give away the plot

a/n: so i wasn’t planning on writing a 2nd part for HYEBIL but it was heavily requested and it’s Ross’s bday so,,,it happened


“Who’s this guy?” The bright screen of a phone was pushed in your face, causing you to groan and close your eyes. “Sorry.” The guy next to you muttered before toning down the luminosity.

The first thing you saw upon opening your eyes was an Instagram picture of you and Reggie Mantle. He had his arm around you and there was a dashing smile on his face. You were kissing his cheek and looked happier than ever.

And you were happy.

Honestly.

“That’s Reggie, he was my boyfriend.” You spoke before pushing the phone away from your face.

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The Joyride - Part 1 (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: Have some angst? Sorry I haven’t been posting so much lately! I’m trying to find time to do so! Have more Jason! I promise I’ll write more for the others as well! If you’re from the UK or somewhere that drives opposite the way Americans do, then you should picture the left! You’ll know what I mean when you get there!
Warnings: Angst, somewhat graphic description of injury
Tagging: @solis200213 @pinkwitch21 @tigeragathe @gokusanfan @just-a-girl-maybe @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @neverlandprincessjaz

Part One // Part Two // Part Three

You lay awake next to Jason, staring up at the ceiling. The Gotham air was hot and sticky, and your sheets and night-clothes clung to your skin. You listened to the ceiling fan spinning above you, how the pull chain for the light clicked softly against the fixture as it swung. The soft hum of the spinning blades was calming, and you felt it fan the warm air down onto the bed. The soft electronic beep of the digital clock on the bedside marked the start of another hour.

You sighed softly, and turned your head to face Jason. “Are you awake too?” you asked in a hushed tone.

Jason hummed in response and rolled closer to you. He wrapped his strong arms around your smaller frame, and you clicked your tongue at how the humidity made your skin stick to his. “Can’t sleep?” he murmured, his lips pressed against your neck.

“Yeah,” you sighed in response, draping one arm over his neck and tangling your other hand in his hair. The heat of your bodies pressed together on the summer night was uncomfortable, but you didn’t mind so much.

“Me neither,” he said, speaking slowly. He pressed a series of soft, loving kisses to your jawline. “Wanna do something?”

“Like what?” you asked, humming slightly as he kissed your jaw.

“We could go out for a ride or something,” he suggested, rolling onto his back and taking you with him.

“That sounds nice,” you agreed, sighing contently as you rested your head against his chest. You listened to his heart, beating steadily, and felt the rise and fall of his chest. You remembered the pain you’d felt when he had been dead, and the gratitude you’d felt upon his return. The gratitude you still felt every time you saw him, every time you considered how lucky you were to have him.

“Earth to (Y/N),” Jason said, pulling you from your straying thoughts. “We should go and get ready if we’re gonna go for that ride, okay?”

“Okay,” you responded, rolling off of Jason’s chest and getting out of bed. You went over to the closet and changed into clothing suitable for a motorcycle ride, and Jason did the same.
Neither of you spoke, and the buzz of the ceiling fan provided the background noise in the small, dark room as you both prepared to go out. Once you were ready, you made your way over to Jason, who waited, leaning in the doorway.

“Ready to go?” he asked, smirking down at you ever so slightly.

“Ready when you are, Jay,” you replied, smiling in return.

You walked out of the small apartment together, Jason locking the door behind you. You went down the stairway and soon you were outside. The warm nighttime air was somewhat refreshing, although Gotham’s pollution meant that the air always smelled ever so slightly like monoxide from cars.

You got to the place where Jason liked to park his motorcycle and donned your helmets. You had never expected Jason to be a safety-first kind of guy, but he was strict on the fact that you wore a helmet and the right kind of clothes if he ever took you out on a ride. You found it quite endearing.

You got onto the motorcycle after Jason and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your feet on the foot pegs.

Jason started the bike, and the engine came humming to life. “Ready, babe?” he asked, making sure he didn’t startle you when he started moving.

“Yep,” you confirmed leaning forward into his back, the leather of both your jackets brushing together.

From there, you took off, speeding quickly down the streets of downtown Gotham.

You smiled in excitement as you felt the warm wind whip against the small sections of exposed skin near your wrists and neck, and you felt the road underneath you pass by smoothly.

You watched in amazement, and fell a little bit further in love as Jason shifted his hands and feet on the handlebar and driver’s pedals to adjust to your surroundings and the texture of the road. You could practically see his brow furrowing in confident concentration.

A few minutes later you were cruising on a relatively open freeway. Only a few other cars shared the road with you. The lights around you blurred together in streaks of yellow and red against the dark blue of the night skyline.

Every once in a while Jason would shift lanes, weaving in and out of the dotted lines skillfully. The silence between the two of you was a comfortable one, and you found a strange mix of comfort and exhilaration. Comfort at Jason’s strong presence in front of you, and your arms around his torso, and exhilaration at the loud buzz of the motorcycle and the streaks of lights that whizzed through your line of sight at a million miles an hour.

You’d been riding comfortable for a while when you noticed Jason’s body tense slightly more than usual. You weren’t sure why, but suddenly you had a bad feeling in your gut. You assured yourself it was nothing, and continued to maintain the silence between you.

Jason shifted over to the right side of the road and suddenly you realized what the issue was. Out of one of the the rear view mirrors that were attached to the handlebars you saw a pickup truck coming up fast behind you.

Your hold around Jason’s waist tightened in anxiety, and your gloved fingers dug into the leather of his jacket.

“We’re gonna be fine, baby.”

You could barely make out Jason’s voice over the sound of the engine and the other cars, but you nodded your head as best you could with the helmet on, hoping that he recognized your sign of acknowledgment.

The pickup truck accelerated so that it matched your speed and for a few minutes it travelled next to you, seemingly inconspicuous.

The next thing you knew, it was shifting into your lane, pushing you closer and closer to the barrier that was on the right side of the road.

“What the hell is this guy doing?” Jason yelled, trying to slow down to allow the truck into the lane. It decelerated along him, however, and continued to push you into the barrier that separated the road from a nasty looking tangle of trees.

“What the fuck?” Jason cried out, and decided to go faster to try to slip away.

You clung onto him tightly as you accelerated rapidly.

Once again, the driver of the truck decided to follow, and Jason slowed down to normal speed in reluctant compliance, deciding that if this had to happen then it would hurt a hell of a lot less at a slower speed.

“Damnit!” he cursed as you were pushed all the way into the guardrail, and sparks flew as the metal of the bike scraped roughly against the stone barrier.
For the tiniest instant, the pickup truck driver seemed to ease up again, and shift back out into the left side, but before Jason could take the opportunity, it was crushed.

The truck sideswiped you, and hard.

The motorcycle collided violently with the guardrail, and you felt your body jerk as you collided with it.

By some miracle, Jason had managed to angle the motorcycle to stay on the road, but he was quickly losing control of the bike.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Jason cussed, as you skidded once again against the barrier. You felt like it was happening in slow motion.

You saw Jason’s hands being torn away from the handgrips as sparks flew all around you and chunks of shrapnel soared through the air.

The instant dragged out for what felt like minutes, but soon time caught up to you, and you saw concrete flying towards your face, or maybe you were flying towards the concrete. You heard a loud crack as the face shield of your helmet hit the pavement and your body collided horizontally with the road.

Everything was hazy as Jason slowly awoke. He felt concrete underneath him and his head hurt like hell. In a strange daze, Jason slowly sat up and removed his helmet, trying to see his surroundings through bleary eyes. He could hear his own heartbeat as well as the blood rushing through his veins. Everything echoed strangely.

His vision cleared up slightly, and he could see what was around him. He could see that his bike was trashed, ripped into chunks of smoking metal, and he could see blood on the road. That was strange. Blood on the road? He wasn’t bleeding.

A slow realization dawned on him, and he felt a pit form in his stomach. He felt useless as he crawled towards the wreckage of the bike, unable to make himself stand. He tried to call out your name, but his voice failed him. It was dark, and the only light by which he could see was a street light a small distance away.

He saw a small form lying in the road just a few feet ahead, and he forced himself to get to it– get to you– as fast as he could.

You were lying face down in the road, your limbs splayed out at awkward angles. The fiberglass of your helmet was scratched up badly. Your clothes were ripped and torn and blood soaked several sections of your clothing.

Jason’s heart dropped. He couldn’t tell if you were even alive anymore. Gently, he removed your helmet, careful not to jostle your body. But then again, for all he knew, there was nothing but a corpse in his arms. He was relieved to find your face was mostly unscathed, with only a few minor scratches and bruises here and there.Carefully and slowly, he peeled away your torn and bloodied jacket. The lacerations he found underneath made him cringe. There were bone deep cuts and pieces of skin that had been torn, and places where he couldn’t tell where the cuts stopped and the thick streams of blood started.

His first instinct was to cry out. To cry out for help, because for the first time in a long time he was willing to set aside his pride and scream for help. But he knew better than to waste his voice crying out into deafening traffic.

With a shaking hand, he reached into his pocket to find his cellphone. His fingers wrapped around the small device as he pulled it from his pocket. The screen had cracked but was still useable, and he dialed nine-one-one from the emergency call screen.

They picked up almost immediately, and Jason managed to choke out his location so that they could send an ambulance.

The phone slipped from his fingers as he finished the call and clattered to the asphalt below.

His hand hovered above your mouth, and to his relief he felt short and shallow breaths. You were still alive. ‘But for how long?’ he thought, hopelessness clouding his thoughts.

No. He couldn’t afford to think that way. Not in this situation.

He wasn’t sure how long it took for the ambulance to arrive. All he knew was that it had finally gotten there, and every second it took felt like a second too long when he held your bruised and bloodied body in his arms.

The minute the paramedics had reached him they were asking him too many questions about things he was too dazed to remember and taking you out of his arms and onto a gurney.

Jason allowed a paramedic to guide him into the ambulance and suddenly the stress his body was under finally set in as the adrenaline wore off. He was dizzy and a newfound nausea had him leaning over a bucket with an emergency responder holding his hair out of his face.

He barely registered what was happening as the doors of the ambulance were shut and the vehicle started moving. He blinked as someone shone a flashlight into his eyes and said something about a concussion. He was moved onto a second gurney, even though he was sure he didn’t need it. Jason was vaguely aware of his surroundings during the drive to the hospital, but his thoughts mainly centered around your safety. He kept trying to ask the paramedic that hovered over him about you, but he wasn’t entirely sure his sentences were coming out correctly.

The white of the inside of the hospital contrasted starkly to the night sky and suddenly everything was indistinguishable from everything else. Just a meaningless blur of white walls and white uniforms and white machines and white lights.

He groaned slightly as black spots danced across his vision. It was getting harder and harder to think, and the bright lights were hurting his head.

He couldn’t quite place when—or if—he lost consciousness, and the next thing he knew he was lying in a hospital bed, Bruce at his side.

Grammys part three: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Boys’ pants off, Josh turned on, Grammys night part three, let’s goooooooooooo

Part one: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157222084267/grammys-josh-dun-imagine
Part two: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157337756582/grammys-part-two-josh-dun-imagine

Anonymous said:
Omg, please tell me there’s gonna be a part 3 to the grammys???? You can’t leave that kinda cliff hanger!!!! Dosh Josh behave or not, do Tyler and Jenna figure out what’s going on?? Please, please, please tell us!!!???

*continued female reader, smut, last segment to this trilogy

Normally, you two would’ve just gone home and fucked each other senseless. You would’ve teased each other the entire ride home and then gotten in the bedroom and let loose. You would’ve definitely had quite a night. However, it didn’t go quite as anticipated or planned. After dinner, which to your surprise, both of you behaved fairly well, and Jenna and Tyler didn’t quite let the two of you off the hook. “I don’t want this night to end,” Tyler sighed. “I feel like I’m on the top of the world.”

“I’m so proud of you guys,” you agreed. “You could literally take on anything now.”

“You’ve already tackled so many other challenges, you’re basically unstoppable!” Jenna grinned.

“Hell, who knows. Maybe we’ll win the Olympics next,” Josh joked.

“We’ll start training tomorrow,” Tyler teased. “No but really, I don’t want this night to end. We should go see a movie or walk around town or something. I know it’s late, but I’m still super high on life.”

“That sounds like a plan,” Jenna smiled. “What do you guys think?”

Josh and you looked at each other, and you could tell in his eyes he was still yearning for what you had planned later. You were about to make up a lie about how you still didn’t feel too well when Tyler interrupted you. “Hold on, I’m getting a call,” Tyler explained, putting his phone up to his ear.

“Who is it?” Jenna wondered.

“Josh, it’s your mom!” Tyler laughed. “Hold on, Laura, I’m going to put you on speaker.”

“What?” you hissed angrily, jabbing Josh in the arm. “You have the time to sext me in the middle of dinner but you can’t even give your mom a quick phone call?”

“Hi boys!” she greeted happily. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Yeah mom,” Josh chuckled, giving you a look as to drop the subject. “Thanks.”

“We have a little surprise for you!” she explained. “I’m going to send an address to where the party is and I want you all to come. I think you already ate but there’s some snacks and stuff.”

“What are you talking about?” Josh wondered. “You’re all in Los Angeles? Right now?”

“Kelly set it up,” she explained. “I just helped. Tyler’s parents helped and Zack and Jay are here, Jordan too, everyone really. Even Ashley and Abby and Madison. They all headed over after the awards.”

“Mom,” Josh stated. “We’re at dinner right now.”

“I know, I know,” she reassured. “But after you guys are done, just come over here. We rented out a nice little place. Everyone’s waiting for you boys, and your lovely women too.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” you quickly chimed in. “It’s a perfect celebration.”

“She’s right,” Jenna agreed. “Come on, Josh. Let’s drag out the happy all night long.”

“Just a small party,” Tyler shrugged. “Right?”

“Fine,” Josh complied, glancing at you, frustrated. “We’ll head over soon mom.”

“Thank you,” she giggled. “Can’t wait to see you all. Love you.”

“Love you!” you all responded before Josh hung up and handed Tyler the phone.

“You never told me your mom set up a party for us,” Josh laughed.

“I never knew,” Tyler replied. “Evidently she did.”

“You’d think Jordan would tell me,” Josh rolled his eyes.

“I guess not,” Tyler sighed. “Well we better hurry over.”

“Yeah,” Jenna nodded. “Let’s get the bill and head out soon.”

As soon as you and Josh got in the car, he blew up. “I can’t believe my mom would do that!” he groaned aloud, forcefully sticking the keys in the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot. “You think she’d just want me to spend the night with you, but no!”

“Josh calm down,” you put a hand on his shoulder but he jerked it away.

“No! You don’t understand!” he muttered. “I’ve literally been dying all dinner long.”

“Then maybe we can do something quick,” you suggested. “Before we get to the party.”

“I just want to fuck you,” he whispered, glancing at you. “Really, really, really bad.”

“They flew all the way here from Columbus,” you insisted.

“I know but you just look so hot in that dress, baby,” Josh murmured, taking a turn on the road. “And your hair, it looks so good too. You were by far the best one there at the Grammys.”

“You were the one who took off your pants,” you reminded.

“And I’ll do it again,” he gave a sly smile. “How about that?”

“Just for me this time,” you argued, sliding a hand towards his upper thigh as he drove. “All for me, Josh.”

“Fuck baby, don’t do that when I’m driving,” he chuckled darkly, and you withdrew your hand, blushing. “You’re tempting me so bad you know.”

“To do what?” you challenged.

“To pull off the side of the road right now, lock all the doors, take you in the back seat, and fuck you right here, right now,” he explained, eyes fixed on the road, trying to concentrate.

“Naughty boy,” you clicked your tongue.

“Can’t help it when you’re around,” he shook his head. “You do things to me. You don’t even know.”

“Oh I’m sure I do know,” you smirked. “I know how bad you want it.”

“Then stop teasing me and just fake sick at the party so we can go home and just finally fucking do this,” he begged. “Please y/n, I can barely take it anymore.”

“One hour,” you promised. “One hour at the party and then maybe I’ll contemplate it.”

“Contemplate?” he raised his eyebrows, turning into the parking lot of the venue. “No, babe. You have to. Come on, Jenna’s going to vouch for you cause she knows how bad you felt at dinner. It would all work out.”

“We’ll see what happens,” you sighed, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Maybe if you behave then I’ll make up my mind.”

“Goddammit I hate you,” he grumbled.

“You fucking love me,” you grinned, knowing very well you were using his own words against him. He just laughed, both of you deciding to have another kiss before getting out of the car, then heading into the venue, his arm around your waist, looking hella fine in your fancy Grammys outfits.

As soon as you entered everyone cheered loudly, both of you earning a huge applause and a million eyes on you all at once, but the two of you froze. There was no way you were anticipating this many people. You thought maybe the two families and a couple of friends, but this was like an entire wedding reception or something. There was no way you’d be leaving in just an hour. “Want to escape out the door while we still can?” Josh joked but you narrowed your eyes at him, plastering on a smile as soon as his mom Laura approached you.

“Aw look at you two!” she beamed. “You’re so fancy, oh my goodness.”

“I didn’t know so many people were going to be here mom,” Josh murmured, probably nervous.

“I didn’t either but I guess uh, Tyler’s brother Zack tweeted out the address and a couple of people saw it and decided to come,” she shrugged.

“A couple of people?” Josh widened his eyes. “This is like the Grammys itself!”

“Oh gosh,” you stared at your phone and read the tweet aloud. “Twenty One Pilots Grammys after-party!”

“Of course Zach would do something like that,” Josh grumbled. “Okay, well thanks for the party anyways. It’s very nice. I can’t wait to get down and meet some people, dance with y/n hopefully, eat some great food.”

“Absolutely,” Laura smiled, giving both of you a huge hug. “It’s for you and Tyler, so have fun. We’re all so very proud of you. I love you.”

“Love you too mom,” he gave a small smile. “Now come on y/n, let’s shake our booties on that dance floor!”

“Sure,” you rolled your eyes and laughed.

“You guys came!” Jenna squealed happily, tugging Tyler over to meet you guys. “You feeling a little better, y/n?” You looked in her eyes, seeing how genuinely happy she was, how excited and proud, how caring. You couldn’t just leave this party, all these sweet people, everything both of their families sacrificed and set up, just so you could fuck Josh for a night. Josh looked at you, almost with begging eyes, wishing you’d just say you felt miserable, but you couldn’t do that. You just couldn’t.

“I feel great,” you grinned. “This set up is amazing! I’m so glad we came.”

“Yeah,” Josh stated flatly, grip on your waist tightening. “So happy to be here.”

“Come on bro,” Tyler tapped him on the shoulder. “There’s some people I want you to meet.”

“Cool,” Josh took a deep breath. “Uh, I’ll see you around y/n. Keep your phone on you?”

“Oh no, no, no,” you shook your head immediately, knowing exactly what was going on. “My phone is almost dead and I’m not going to play anymore of your little games. You go behave and have fun with Tyler. Got it?” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Fine,” he mumbled, faking a smile and going off with Ty.

“So what was dinner all about?” Jenna narrowed her eyes when the boys left. “I mean come on, the gasping and moaning? What was that?”

“Josh was being a dick,” you rolled your eyes. “Nothing important.”

“And the phones too,” she added. “You guys okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “It’s fine.”

“Are you guys…” she left a small pause and you tensed. “Breaking up?”

“What?” your eyes went wide. “No, not at all.”

“Oh okay,” she shrugged. “I don’t know. You just seemed like you were arguing about something and I thought maybe he was kicking your leg underneath the table or jabbing your side. Tyler kind of gets a little agitated when he’s angry with me too and does that kind of stuff. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

“It’s fine,” you reassured. “I just felt a little sick and he wasn’t helping. He’s just playing around.”

“Got it,” she nodded slowly. “Well I’m going to get going. I have some people I have to talk to. Have a great night, y/n. I’ll see you later!”

“Bye Jenna!” you waved. You took a deep breath, then decided to go over to the table of food and grab a small snack. There was a gorgeous cake, topped with a skeleton and alien sugar sculpture, which you thought was probably the works of the sisters. They always had a knack for the cooking, especially around the holiday time. You scooped up a handful of jelly beans, popping one in your mouth when you felt a tap on your shoulder from behind you. You spun around to face Jordan, Josh’s brother.

“Hey y/n,” he smiled.

“Oh hey,” you greeted.

“How was dinner?” he raised an eyebrow.

“It was good,” you nodded.

“Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?” he smirked. You turned bright red.

“W-what?” you tried to hide your blushing but he just chuckled.

“Ah, I got quite an interesting text tonight,” Jordan explained. “I assume it was for you, seeing as Josh said oops and all, and then avoided my seven phone calls.”

“He was just teasing,” you shrugged, trying to dismiss the subject. “You know how he is.”

“Are you sure you guys were at dinner?” he persisted.

“We were,” you narrowed your eyes. “You can ask Tyler and Jenna.”

“Or Josh himself,” Jordan added. “I’m sure he’d tell me quite the story.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes.

“So do tell me,” he insisted. “Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you sighed. “Now go on and cause trouble elsewhere.”

“I’m just playing with you,” he laughed. “Hey, have a good night y/n. And make sure Josh behaves.”

“Oh I will,” you reassured. “I always do.”

“Speaking of the devil,” Jordan pointed to Josh coming over. “Hey, you guys have fun tonight. Take it easy.”

“You too,” you waved him goodbye.

“Hey babe,” Josh wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you closer. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Josh,” you pushed him back slightly, glaring at him. “No.”

“Yes,” he insisted. “Please.”

“Where would we even go?” you narrowed your eyes. “Definitely not home.”

“Fine,” he bit his lower lip. “Car?”

“No,” you shook your head. “No way.”

“Then let’s go find a place,” he mumbled against your neck, pressing light kisses to your skin. “Baby I’m dying without you.”

“I know, I know,” you reassured.

“Come on, I’m sure there’s a place we can go,” Josh argued. “I’ve literally been waiting since before dinner, sweetheart.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “But we’ve got to be polite.”

“If I find somewhere can we go?” he pleaded. “Please? It will be quick, I don’t care, I just need this.”

“Fine,” you complied, pulling him in for an open mouthed kiss, then letting go. “You have half an hour tops. Then we wait until the end of the night.”

“Got it,” he agreed, giving you a kiss on the forehead before running off, searching for who knows what.

“Where’d he head off to?” a voice behind you wondered with a chuckle. You spun around and then almost had a heart attack when you realized who it was.

“Holy shit!” you gasped, putting a hand to your chest. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Halsey laughed. “Did I scare you?”

“A little bit,” you confessed. “Just didn’t see you coming.”

“That’s alright,” she reassured. “Is Josh okay? He looked kind of anxious running off like that. I was going to congratulate him.”

“Oh,” you blushed. “He’s just um, looking for Tyler. Something important I think, he wouldn’t tell me.”

“Got it,” she nodded slowly. “Well- oh! There he is!”

“Hey,” Josh looked nervous when he plastered on a smile, engulfing Halsey in a hug. “Long time, no see.”

“Yeah,” she rolled her eyes. “I wanted to congratulate you boys! That’s awesome!”

“You too,” he nodded. “Two nominations, that’s insane!”

“Thanks,” she nodded. “So-”

“I’m sorry but me and y/n really have to go,” he apologized. “It’s important.”

“Ah, uh, okay,” she frowned slightly. “It’s cool. I’ll talk to you later then?”

“Yeah,” Josh agreed hurriedly. “Thanks so much!”

“No problem,” she gave a hesitant smile before Josh dragged you out of the conversation, tugging you by the arm up a flight of steps and down a hallway.

“I cannot fucking believe you!” you hissed. “You just freaking dragged me away from a conversation with Halsey!”

“So what?” he replied. “I’m sure if you really wanted to talk to her so bad, you could find another time later tonight.”

“Josh you’ve been going insane,” you argued, wresting free of his grip on your arm and staring at him. “This is out of control.”

“You’re the reason,” he mumbled, dark eyes boring into yours. “God you look so good tonight. I can’t help myself.”

“Yeah?” you smirked, noticing the way he was biting his lower lip, the beads of sweat on his forehead, the rise and fall of his chest.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“What if I told you you’re not allowed to touch me for the rest of the night, hmm?” you raised an eyebrow, slipping a finger underneath the strap of your dress, dragging it down your shoulder while remaining eye contact with him, watching as his eyes followed your hand in a trance, gaze fixed on every new exposition of skin as you pulled the fabric lower.

“Fuck baby, don’t do this in the hallway,” he ran a hand though his bright yellow curls, tugging hard in frustration, biting down harder on his lip. He glanced to the side, making sure nobody was coming. “Come on, there’s a room just a little while away, I promise.”

“Nah,” you shook your head, smirking as you realized he was getting turned on. You shrugged off the other sleeve of your dress and watched as the fabric fell to your waist, revealing your lacy bra. “I’m comfortable here.”

“Goddammit what if someone sees you?” he whispered.

“Why should I care?” you wondered. “I mean, everyone saw you just fine babe.”

“No,” Josh shook his head immediately. “It’s not like that.”

“Oh but I think it is,” you insisted. “Taking your pants off in front of everyone at the Grammys, standing there in your underwear, everyone looking at you… you didn’t seem to care.”

“That was Tyler’s idea,” he muttered. “Look, I wouldn’t have done that if I knew you didn’t want me to.”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Would you care if I was the one standing up there? Stripping down to my underwear like this? Everyone’s eyes fixed on me? Staring at my body? My body that belongs to you?”

“You belong to me,” he insisted.

“Exactly,” you agreed. “So what makes you think the same rules don’t apply to you?”

“I didn’t think you’d care,” he mumbled, looking shy and scared.

“You don’t think I care?” you challenged. “Every night when you take off your shirt at shows? When you’re tugging down your pants on stage? You don’t think I see that, babe?”

“Fuck, please don’t do this here,” he begged, and you glanced down, realizing he had an obvious hard on. “Let’s go to the room.” He reached for your arm but you quickly took a step back, letting the fabric of your dress fall to the floor, and he gasped, eyes transfixed on your body.

“Why should I let you touch me?” you inquired. “I mean, you said it, I don’t care. Do I?”

“Babe that’s not what I meant-” he began, but you shook your head.

“No, I think you did,” you clicked your tongue disapprovingly. There was a pause and then an idea came to mind. “Hmmm you know, maybe I should go back to the party like this. Let everyone see me, let them know how fucking sexy I am, how you’re not the only one who can put on a show.”

“Y/n-” Josh was staring at you, pants growing tighter by the second, straining his voice. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Maybe I would,” you teased. “I’d be the life of the party, wouldn’t I?”

“I can’t let anyone else see you like this baby,” he argued. “You’re all mine.”

“Am I?” you raised an eyebrow, watching his mouth hang open, speechless, as you dipped a hand underneath your underwear.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warned.

“Who’s going to stop me?” you chuckled. “You?”

“Y/n you’re killing me,” he argued. “Fuck just let me touch you. Please.”

“How bad do you want this?” you raised an eyebrow, slipping a finger between your folds and letting out a gasp, watching as Josh’s eyes widened and he tightened his jaw as he watched you, and a smile curled on your lips. “You want this to be you, baby?”

“Yes,” he pleaded. “I need this so bad.”

“I don’t know…” you trailed off your voice, then started to pump another finger inside you, and you let out a soft moan, opening your eyes and looking at Josh, who just about looked like he was going to melt right there.

“I’m begging you y/n,” he inhaled a ragged breath. “Just let me get my hands on you.”

“What’s the magic word?” you smirked.

“Please,” he barely was able to respond.

“Okay,” you smiled, and there wasn’t even a split second that passed before he lunged towards you, pinning your body against the wall, hands behind your head, on your back, on your ass, between your legs, down your thighs, everywhere all at once. His lips attacked yours, tongue absorbing greedy kisses, sliding down your neck, his hips grinding against your already soaking core, hands fumbling with the clasp of your bra when he pulled back, eyes staring into yours.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked.

“Let’s get out of the motherfucking hallway,” you agreed. You began to kiss him again, wrapping your legs around his waist as he bent down to pick up the fabric of your dress, carrying you towards the room. After violently jostling the doorknob, it finally gave in, and he kicked the door shut with his foot and placed you on a table, tossing your dress aside and attacking you with kisses. You moaned into his mouth, legs still wrapped around him as he pushed your back into the table, grinding against you, and when he pulled away to catch his breath, you looked around, smirking. “Conference table? Really?”

“Best I could find,” he mumbled, burying his head in your neck and sucking at your skin, leaving you a mess of gasps and moans.

“F-fuck Josh,” you stuttered, him unclasping your bra and sliding it up off of your arms, then exploring your breasts and stomach with his lips, trailing kisses across your body.

“Can you believe just moments ago you were saying no to this?” he laughed quietly, tugging down your panties and tossing them aside. “Shit baby, you’re just as much of a mess as I am.”

“Just for you,” you reminded.

“Of course,” he grinned. “You’re all mine.” He delved his tongue into you and you let out a loud moan, feeling your stomach tighten with each movement, his hands gripping on your hips, your fingers tugging on locks of his hair, his nose pressed against your clit, your legs wrapped around his head.

“Josh I’m going to cum,” you barely whispered.

“Do it baby,” he insisted. “Show me how bad you want me inside you.”

“Fuck,” you gasped, coming undone and feeling your orgasm ripple through your body as you eased into the surface of the table, leaning your head back and gasping for breath as Josh licked and sucked between your legs.

“Mmm you taste so good babygirl,” he mumbled. He stood up and tugged off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, stripping down and sliding off his jeans, then his underwear, climbing on top of you. “And to think you were teasing me all night long, acting like you wouldn’t let me touch you, pretending like you could wait til you got home, trying to act all cool. I could see right through you y/n, I know how bad you want me.”

“Fuck Josh, please,” you begged. “Shit babe, just fuck me already.”

“I don’t know,” he smirked. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you touch me either.”

“Don’t try to pull that right now,” you shook your head, pushing your hips up in attempts to meet his. “I need you so bad.”

“How bad?” he challenged.

“Fuck,” you gasped, frustrated and exhausted, flipping him over so he was the one laying on the conference table, pushing down your hips and sinking his cock into you, pressing your lips against his in a mess of muffled moans.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re dominant like this babe,” Josh mumbled against your neck, both of you in sync with thrusts, your hips moving together in perfect rhythm, the two of you both desperate and harsh with each movement.

“Mm they’re going to be looking for us you know,” you sighed, still relentlessly fucking him against the table. “Wondering where we went.”

“And nobody’s going to know about it,” he gave a sly smile. “Nobody but me is going to know how fucking wonderful you are riding my cock like this, baby.”

“Just our little secret,” you promised. “Just the two of us.” You kept going harder and harder until finally the two of you were gasping for air, cumming at the same time, moaning each other’s names loudly and collapsing onto the table, clinging onto each other’s sweaty, exhausted, tired bodies.

“Three of us,” a voice corrected and both you and Josh widened your eyes, scared and surprised.

“Fuck,” you cursed.

“Hey uh, Josh, buddy?” Tyler’s voice came through the crack in the door. Shit, he must’ve found you guys. “Two things I’ve got to tell you. First off, we’re supposed to give a speech soon, so when you’re um, done with that, you should head down. And secondly, always lock the door bro.”

“Yeah,” Josh responded, embarrassed.

“Okay, cool,” Tyler laughed. “Our secret though, it’s fine.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “See you Ty.”

“Hurry up,” he reminded.

“Will do,” Josh reassured, watching as Tyler closed the door with a soft laugh.

“Think we were too loud?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, Tyler’s just being sneaky as fuck,” he shook his head. “God you felt so good though, baby.”

“You always feel good,” you smirked, placing a quick kiss to his lips.

“You going to put your dress back on, babe?” Josh wondered.

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” you teased.

“You better,” he warned.

“Or what?” you challenged.

“Or we might have to come back here later tonight,” he suggested.

“That wouldn’t be a bad thing,” you smiled.

“Come on,” he shook his head, laughing. “Let’s get dressed and then we’ll head down and try to look as composed as possible.”

“Fine,” you decided. “But do know that you look so much better without pants.”

“Thanks,” he blushed. “Now let’s go down there and hope I don’t mess up this stupid speech.”

When you arrived, you were greeted with a loud applause, and you gave Josh a kiss on the cheek before Tyler dragged him out to the middle of the dance floor, the two of them holding a microphone and spilling out a sweet sappy story of how far they’ve come and how thankful they are for today. That’s when Jordan decides to stand beside you, and he stays mostly quiet, except for when Josh comes back and Jordan is a mess of laughter. “Great job, Josh,” you smiled.

“Yeah,” Jordan snickered. “You did amazing. But uh, you might want to lend your little girlfriend over here a sweater or something.”

“How come?” Josh wondered, turning to look at you and then blinking twice.

“What?” you wondered.

“Hickeys,” Jordan smirked. “Looks like you guys had a little fun when you went missing, hmm?”

“Shut up,” Josh narrowed his eyes.

“Just saying,” Jordan shrugged. “I mean, your shirt’s not even buttoned up all the way for Pete’s sake.”

“Goodness gracious,” Josh mumbled, face turning red.

“Whatever,” you laughed. “At least it was a memorable night.”

“Oh believe me, sweetheart,” Josh laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “The night’s not even over yet.”

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Word Count: ~1800

Pairing: Sehun/Reader

Notes: ceo! au // strong language

don’t cry tonight after the darkness passes, baby don’t cry tonight it’ll become as if it never happened

You stumble out of the bar, dragging your heels and bag behind you. Your disheveled hair reeks of vodka and mixed cocktails, the smell making you gag every second. It’s 2am on a Tuesday night, and you’re wasted on the empty streets, jobless and abandoned.

The alcohol-suppressed memories dance around your hazy mind, and any recollection of the atrocity that happened this afternoon makes you sick. You wobble through the dark, empty path only lit by a flickering yellow street lamp near the end. Somewhere down the line, your legs give in, and you collapse onto the cold graphite road, making your exposed thighs shiver. You wince and groan, pulling yourself onto the wall of a nearby store, which closed hours ago.

“Just my fucking luck,” you curse at your phone, whose screen remain lifeless. You throw your head back onto the wall and stare at the swirling buildings. How can someone lose everything in one night?

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Second Chances

Words: 10.1k

Genre: Fluff / Soulmate AU

Warnings: slight description of a panic attack, swearing

Description:  Soulmate AU in which you get to see colours when you kiss your soulmate. Dan has a particularity.

Read on AO3 / @cuddlesphan made a moodboard for this and I’m crying


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working on my fitness (he’s my witness)

They say gym friends make the best boyfriends…right? Eh, according to Jack they do.


Jack and Bitty left an entire list of instructions for the house. Mostly it was about keeping the place generally tidy and not sitting on anything while naked.

Clearly there were a few Haus traditions they didn’t want to bring with them to the new place. 

This was the first time Kent was house sitting for Jack and Bitty, but so far it was a breeze. They gave him free access to their wine collection and he was allowed to eat any of the baked goods that had been left in the house. And all he had to do was make sure no one broke into the house and occasionally dust and vacuum while they road tripped with Bob and Alicia.

After each of their playoff runs were cut short, Kent had drifted around Vegas while Jack settled back down in Providence. With Bitty by his side, Jack had bounced back and jumped right back into photography, planning a road trip with his parents across the US to explore the National Parks.

Kent had lingered, aimlessly trying to figure out life after the abrupt end of the post-season. So when Jack asked if he wanted a change of scenery and to house sit for a couple weeks, he packed his bags. Even Kit wanted a change of pace and tolerated her cat carrier for the trip, and they were off to Providence.

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Jack keeps kissing Bitty randomly during New Year’s Eve. During the middle of his speech, waiting outside the bathroom for him, while he’s tying his bowtie, pulled over on the side of the road on the way to dinner, right before he goes to drink his champagne. Bitty eventually asks him why. Turns out, Jack’s been kissing him any time it’s New Year’s anywhere around the world (“Because you’re meant to start the New Year how you intend it to play out, and I want to be with you. Figured it can’t hurt to be thorough.”)

Deducing from the Face

The face can be one of the most telling areas of the body in terms of mood and emotion, as well as certain habits. Here are several tips I have collected, particularly from aesthetic physicians that deal with the face and its intricacies extensively:

  • The ratio of frown lines on the forehead and between the eyebrows and laugh lines around the eyes can indicate which expression the individual is more prone to, and can act as a gauge for their long-term mood trends.
  • More sun damage (more wrinkles, tanner skin, more freckles, etc.) on the left side of the face as opposed to the right side (in countries were you drive on the right side of the road) indicate an excessive amount of time spent driving during daylight hours and can be a sign that you’re dealing with someone who works in the transportation industry. This is due to the fact that more light hits your face on the side with a window immediately next to it as opposed to the side without a window. The left side of the face would be the side to look at for people who live in countries where they drive on the left side of the road.
  • A very slightly enlarged side of the face indicates which side the person sleeps on. Namely, the side of the face that is slightly larger will be the side they sleep on, because blood can pool on that side of the face as they rest. Chronic pooling can then cause one side of the face to grow or swell very slightly. This in turn can be a sign of back problems or other chronic pain that would force the individual to sleep solely on one side.
  • Bonus: When people are genuinely interested in what someone has to say, they will often raise their eyebrows very subtly and slightly. It is an unconscious expression that most people are unaware of, and as such, it is a powerful piece of body language to understand if you know to look for it.

anonymous asked:

Can you do an imagine for what the batboys would do for first dates with their s/o?

I did this in the form of headcanon instead because doing an imagine for the batboys with their s/o might seem a lot! Hope you don’t mind. Anyways, enjoy!


Dick:

  • Insists on taking the check wherever they decide to go eat whether it be when they are having lunch, hi-tea, dinner or desserts. After constant arguing with his s/o, Dick comes up with a compromise to just splitting the bills between his s/o and him.
  • His ideal date may just be resting in his apartment, with his s/o around. They don’t necessarily have to be doing anything, just by being around him is enough. His ideal date also includes cooking for his s/o as well as cuddling with them whenever he can.
  • Always almost has his hand on his s/o. Very touchy feely with his s/o. Dick just finds it nice to hold his s/o’s hand.
  • Despite his composed outward appearance, inside, Dick is a mess. He frets over whether his s/o minds being at home, frets over if they think his cooking is abysmal, and the likes.
  • Also the type to give his s/o a bouquet of their favourite flowers when picking their s/o prior to the date.
  • Other than his ideal date, Dick doesn’t mind going anywhere so long as it makes his s/o happy and they are together.

Jason:

  • He calls his s/o a variety of nicknames, trying to find one that suits them the best. He also cheekily compliments his s/o throughout the entire date too.
  • Kinda nervous because he does not really do normal dates, always hookups but then again his s/o is someone who is different from him so he might (lowkey) try his hardest to impress his s/o.
  • Might bring his s/o to either a fair (if there happens to be one!) and will show off his skills to his s/o, feeling absolutely proud and ecstatic when his s/o cheers him on or when his s/o looks at him in awe.
  • Jason would walk or drive his s/o back to their apartment depending on the situation. If they are walking, Jason will make sure to keep his s/o on the right side (if they are walking beside the road) and will walk hand in hand. He will let his s/o talk about the date and Jason will comment every now and then.
  • He leaves his s/o at their apartment with a promise to do another one whenever the both of them are free, a promise to call them later tonight and a soft kiss on their lips.

Tim:

  • Nervous but super excited because holy crap his s/o is just so amazing. He would get all dressed up and might bring his s/o to places either he enjoys or his s/o might have wanted to go to.
  • Or Tim could also have a picnic with his s/o. Courtesy of Alfred, all of the food are deliciously and wonderfully packed too. The nervousness would disappear half way and Tim would start to enjoy the date even more. He will joke around with his s/o and banter playfully with them too. There is never a dull moment when he is with his s/o.
  • Would also give his s/o their favourite flowers or desserts just so they can feel happier.
  • Tim will ask questions because he really wants to get to know his s/o better and closer.
  • When it’s almost time to leave his s/o by their door, Tim does this thing where he steps away from his s/o and then pauses before looking at his s/o. He doesn’t really want to leave yet…
  • His s/o will probably just smile before giving Tim a kiss and they might just spend some time outside his s/o’s apartment giving each other kisses.

Damian:

  • He will tell his s/o to dress properly for the date. Would be the type to plan the date based on what he thinks his s/o would enjoy.
  • He would be nervous before going on the date like Pennyworth, is my hair alright? Or Father, I require your assistance in this matter: do I go with the black one or the blue one? Because this is his first date with his s/o, Damian just wants to leave a nice, long-lasting impression.
  • Places the two of you may visit are the bookstore (he wants to get some books to add on to his growing collection and also to recommend a few books to his s/o if they are the type to like reading), the aquarium (he looked it up on the internet - seems like a popular choice) and lastly Damian will bring his s/o to one of his favourite restaurants.
  • Basically this date is just Damian letting his s/o know just the sort of things Damian like and he makes sure to let his s/o know.
  • Argues with his s/o over who is paying for their meals (Damian wins though because he had been smart enough to leave his credit card to the cashier prior to being seated).
  • If his s/o’s place is within walking distance, Damian will no doubt walk his s/o all the way up to their doorstep. Then he gets flustered because it’s just the two of them without prying eyes.
  • Leaves his s/o with a promise of another date - Damian wants to know what his s/o likes next time! - and a kiss on their cheek.

muse-multiverse  asked:

DAI companions and advisers reacting to Teen!Lavellan post trespasser getting black out drunk after finding out that the elven religion is a big ass sham built on slavery and brainwashing? Especially the andrastian companions, to whom they ask "are you happy now?" (because I am a horrible horrible person :3)

Cassandra: The question cuts her to the core, and in that moment the Seeker cannot help but remember every time that she could have supported them –encouraged their beliefs rather than questioning their faith- and she feel sick. Was she so desperate for the Chantry to be salvageable and her mentor to be avenged that she was willing to cast her own Exalted March on their lives? The answer to that frightens her, but where that might once have caused her to lash out she instead holds her peace. At this young elf’s side she has learned patience and understanding, even against her instincts. And so she does not respond to the question as they expected, but simply folds them into a stilted hug.

“Who could find happiness in the face of such pain? I am sorry for all that you suffer, and will be with you through this as you stood beside me when my own faith was shaken.”

Varric: He’s by no means a Theologian, but no one in the Inquisition is better suited to handle misplaced drunken anger. It’s not a situation that can be handled with a story about Hawke or some tale from Kirkwall though, and so the dwarf grabs a pint of his own and sits next with a tired sigh.

“I walked away from the Stone, you know. Bartrand never really did, I don’t think, but it never mattered to me. It was part of Orzammar and the whole backwards way of life they have below the surface. The Maker and the Chantry…they were sort of trappings of surfacers and so I stepped into that at first. And…shit, I don’t know if the Maker is really there or not, but I’ve also never had to stand there and have someone I trusted tell me that he’s a murdering lunatic either.” He downs some of the alcohol and pats them on the shoulder. “I’m not happy about this, Kid. No one is. But you fixed our religious shit when it was broken, so we’ll do what we can to return the favor.”

Solas: While he’s not there in the aftermath, Solas felt their despair in the crossroads. Everything the Dalish had taught them is turning to ash before their eyes, and in truth a part of him weeps for the Da’len. For one so young they showed such wisdom and understanding, and to cause pain in what they had always trusted in brings him no joy. But it was for other young elves that he had made his choices in the first place, and he must follow through for them now. And yet the sight of them in pain and crushed will haunt him for many nights to come.

Vivienne: She is not, but the question does not offend her. The young elf before her has proven to be a true friend more than once, and despite their years she has always trusted them to make the best decisions. More importantly in this particular moment is the fact then when her world was falling apart –when Bastan was dying before her and nothing she was trying was going to work- they h right there for her. Fighting dangerous animals in dragon ridden territory for a mage whose believes are in contradiction to their own. But Madame de Fer has watched them grow from a young elf more frightened by their surroundings than they wanted to admit into a confident Inquisitor learning to navigate power and political turmoil like they were born to it.

But now they need someone who isn’t so deeply involved, and she has been made of iron for far longer than they have. “I am angry, darling. Angry for you, angry for what has happened. I will stand for you in this, even if you don’t want me to right now. None of us are happy for your suffering, my dear, but we will help you to make it right.”

Blackwall: Thom Ranier once stood on the side of a road in Orlais and lost faith in all he believed in, and now –decades later and hopefully wiser- it hurts to watch the same thing happen to a younger and far more innocent person. Their pain resonates with what he had felt when Gaspard betrayed everything he had fought for, when the Gray Wardens had crumbled beneath him. Bht there was no one to catch him then—he is standing both arms ready if they stumble.

“Never happy for that, lad/lass. But here for you, when you are ready to be again.”

Sera: The resulting argument is loud and painful and full of words that neither of them mean, but when the dust has settled and the wounds have healed the fight is the best thing that can happen. They might be far more elfier than she ever wants to be, but Sera has always cared about the little people. And right now, with only one hand and no sobriety and so much pain in them Sera can only see them as someone who needs a Red Jenny at their back.

“Nobs and gods and all doesn’t matter. We’re going to fix it, yeah? We fixed the sky and we can fix this.” And when the inquisitor finally breaks down it’s on her shoulder.

Dorian:  Maker how many times has this been him? Sitting in a tavern and too drunk to think or speak anything but exactly what is burning through him in that moment. And its more than he can bear. Lavellan probably doesn’t know what is going on before he is hugging them tight. He can’t stand to see them hurt, and quite honestly his faith has never been a huge part of his life. But he knows that they are hurting, and for the teen who has been strong enough to stand before Orlesians and Fereldens and Magister Halward fucking Pavus Dorian can find some strength to stand for them.

“Happy? No. But I am here for you, and whatever you need. You are so strong, and I am sure you can do this. I know you can.”

Iron Bull: He’s lucky enough to be spared the pained questions, but that means that all he is left with is grief. And if he has lost the Qun then Bull is right there. He knows exactly how he feels, exactly how it feels to have everything you believe destroyed through what you care about. And he would never trade the Chargers, he’s made that choice and will gladly live with it. But they are so young and so shaken, and all he wants to do is wrap them up like the Tamassran he truly is and take care of them.

“Easy, imekari. We can’t fix this right now, we can’t make this better. But we will.” And his bg hands are gentle as they rest on their shoulder, very subtly pushing the alcohol away.

Cole: “So much hurting and everything is gone, why would he do this why why why.” The pain is so much, and Cole doesn’t know how to stop it. But he sits with them and after awhile that’s enough.

Josephine: She just wants to hold them. Oh how many times has she said, out loud, that she thinks they are the Herald of Andraste or that it would be easier if they were the herald of Andraste? How many times has she not dismissed their beliefs, but simply forgot about them in the face of her other duties. They are younger than Yvette but already so burdened with responsibility and she could have been helping instead of making it worse.

She probably doesn’t say much and might have to leave to hide her ters, but the next morning the Inquisitor wakes up in a darkened room with everything needed for a hang over and a letter in Josephine’s hand outlying the first political steps needed to stop Solas and the promise of her total support.

Leliana: Its a hard question for the most Andrastian spy master who ever walked the earth. If she still truly believes that the Maker spoke to her during the Blight then she is, in a way, even more sympathetic to them. She knows what it is to face your gods and come out changed from it. And they are so young, younger even than the warden was. Her protective instincts are in full force, and it comes out in her answer.

“I am happy you came back. I am happy we have the chance to protect you now, when we couldn’t afford to before. I am so happy that you are safe. The rest can be fixed.”

Cullen: Maker’s breath where does he even start? How many times did he cry out to the Maker, to Andraste, to anyone he thought would hear him in Kinloch. For a long time he thought no one answered, though later he was able to accept that the Warden was very likely an answer to those. But while most Andrastians are raised from birth to believe that the Maker has turned his face from them he knows that the Dalish have different beliefs. And finding out that your gods are actually evil rather than locked away but general caring can’t be easy. Still…

“Happy that you aren’t actually the Herald of Andraste? Actually yes.” At their incredulous look he reddens and rubs his neck awkwardly. “It’s such a burden for one so young, and we know you don’t believe, so this means that you can finally just go back to beig you and have as normal a life as is–”

At that point the inquisitor is probably just holding onto them and blubbering because they haven’t had anyone really encourage them to give up the role, so he just awkwardly pats them on the back and starts to lead them to the door.

–Mod Fereldone

Who Told? || Archie Andrews

Originally posted by riverdaledaily


word count : 791

pairing : Archie Andrews x Fem.Reader

summary : “We were friends we were younger but it’s been years; how did you know I was in the hospital?”

warnings : car wreck?, hospitals?


      You had just wanted to see your best friends; the ones that you had to leave so long ago but everything happened rather quickthere was light then nothing at all. You were singing loudly to the radio and trying to stay awake since you’d been driving all day long trying to get back to the town you were born in; but singing wasn’t enough and your eyes were beginning to actually hurt from being so tired. You had done the right thing; pulled over on the side of the road to get some rest but the drunk driver that had been coming wasn’t so smart and smashed right into the front of your car. 

   You hadn’t even realized what happened as you must have been knocked completely unconscious from the hit but when you did wake up it was to the smell of  sterile air and a bright light shining in your eyes. Of course you could recognize instantly where you were; or at least where you hoped you were cause you did not kidnapped by some serial killer or something. You finally opener your eyes and to your relief it was a hospital and not some killer’s weirdly clean basement. 

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{ cry for help }

pairing: hamilsquad x reader

prompt(s): “You should do a poly!hamilsquad fic where its reader waking up in the middle of the noght due to nightmares or PTSD and all th boys trying to calm her down.”

“could you maybe do one where the reader has a bad dream and one of the boys (or all) comfort her and its really fluffy?”

trigger warnings: reader has a bad dream that leads to a (short!) ptsd episode. don’t worry though! the boys got you!

“Duérmete mi amor" - sleep my love
“Duérmete pedazo de mi corazón" - sleep a piece of my heart.

“D'accord?” - “okay?”

You were driving in the dream. Your hands were on the wheel, gripping it tightly as you prepared to turn. You were driving with your best friend, going to pick up something from the store. 

You were getting ready to make a left turn, signaling, inching out forward just like you were supposed to. The light changed yellow. You figured the cars on the opposite end would obey the light and slow down, so you started to turn. Your breath hitched quickly as you moved your foot to find the brakes. Unfortunately, you found them too late. One last silver car decided to try to run the red light. 

You weren’t completely in front of that lane but your car was out forward, maybe taking up a fourth of the lane and you couldn’t reverse. The driver didn’t slow down in time. He hit the front side of your car, crashing into your head lights on the right hand side and pushing it back down the road by a couple feet. 

The airbags flew out and you held back a scream.

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Shiro didn’t like being the center of attention. Sure, be nice, be friendly, and be sociable - But don’t draw unnecessary attention to yourself. That was his rule.

Rules, though, didn’t always hold up under pressure.

It had started with a cold, or rather, what felt like a cold - and later turned into a 103.4 degree fever, shakes, and so on. He was sick, and as much as Shiro hated to admit that, it was true. He felt awful. Getting out of bed was the greatest thing he’d achieve today, he once thought - But, upon finding he was out of fever tablets (why had he kept the empty box? That was setting oneself up for disaster…) He knew today was going to be much harder than once anticipated.

He had absolutely no energy - and he knew he had to budget if he was going to get to the pharmacy, and back upstairs to bed. Changing out of his pajamas was something he could skip - He’d just pull a coat over the top. It would be fine. 

Though, once Shiro had locked up and was faced with the task of the stairs - Well, he felt a little… Intimidated. Taking a deep breath, Shiro gripped onto the steely bannister for dear life. He eased himself down, step by step, while gripping on tightly. A few times, he found himself sitting down by the wall, just to catch his breath - But, eventually, he got to level ground. 

Living above a bakery was usually great. It meant he could always have access to fresh bread and such - But today, the smell made his stomach groan in protest. Shiro smoothed a hand over his churning gut, doing his best to muffle a gag behind closed lips. He held his breath as he hurried down the corridor to the left, and soon he opened the door to face the brisk, blowing wind.

The pharmacy was two doors down, on the opposite side of the road. Shiro could get that far, right? He took a deep breath, noting how the cold air made his lungs ache, and began the trek towards the corner store.


What Shiro hadn’t been expecting, though, was to come face to face with the cute med-student volunteering behind the till after gathering everything he needed. The cashier’s hair was dark, and it brushed against his shoulders. His name tag read something starting with a K - Shiro couldn’t make it out. He was so dizzy. The person in front of him, a short, elderly woman, thanked the cashier and took her leave - and Shiro found himself facing the student. He didn’t step forwards to the counter, though.

“Sir? Are you okay?”

Shiro nodded, though again, he didn’t move. The pharmacy, which had been blissfully warm a minute ago, now felt ten times colder than the brisk wind outside. Shiro shivered. 

“Sir?”

That voice… It sounded so far away. Shiro suddenly felt faint. His legs felt heavy and weak, and that was the last thing Shiro noticed before everything turned white under the bright lamps overhead.


“Sir? Oh, shit, what do I do–”

The panicked murmurs of that med-student, Shiro presumed, was the noise he woke up to. His mouth felt dry, and his head absolutely ached. Still, his eyes began to peel open, focusing slowly but surely on the worried figure kneeling over him. 

“Oh thank God,” The dark haired male murmured, now that Shiro had drifted back to consciousness. “Sir, do you know where you are?”

“The… Pharmacy?”

“That’s right. Okay. Does your head hurt? Not a headache, but does it feel like you hit it when you fell?”

Shiro thought for a minute, before shaking his head. The male above him sighed in relief.

“I’m going to have to call for an ambulance… Can I get your name?”

“Shiro… Takashi. Takashi Shirogane,” He mumbled, eyes flitting around as he tried to take in what had just happened. “Please don’t call an ambulance.”

“Shiro, sir… You just passed out. You have a fever.” 

Slowly, and with the student’s help, Shiro managed to ease himself into a sitting position. This guy had it together - A medical student, while Shiro struggled his way through astrophysics at college. He sighed, and lifted a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. Shiro got a good look at this guys nametag, now - Keith.

The cute guy’s name was Keith.

“Tell you what,” He sighed, not totally convinced. Shiro perked up a bit; anything to avoid a hospital trip. “I won’t call an ambulance. But, you stay here for half an hour, drink something sugary, and I either walk you home afterwards or call you a cab.”

“What, is that protocol?” Shiro teased lightly, still propped up in the other’s arms.

“Well, for the cute ones, anyway.” Keith returned with a smile. 

Maybe Shiro needed to pass out in the middle of a pharmacy more often - it certainly seemed to have worked out in his favour this time.