riiiiiing

A Good Time (1/4)

SUMMARY. College AU. Bucky Barnes x F!Reader. As a joke, your friends wrote your phone number on a graffiti wall for anyone who “wants to have a good time.” You didn’t expect someone to call. But someone did.

WARNINGS. Bucky Barnes x F!Reader. Slight Clintasha. Cursing / swearing. Don’t do this prank to any of your friends, kids!

WORD COUNT. 1.3k

AUTHOR’S NOTES. Finally, my first ever Bucky fanfic, all thanks to the AU writing challenge of @tatortot2701 (you may disregard this, while it’s still incomplete, if you like 😄), and inspired by seeing tons of phone numbers on a graffiti wall. It was supposed to be a (an?) one-shot, but then I got carried away, so it’s divided into four parts, lol. Enjoy!

#1: you are here // #2 // #3 // #4


Finals week was going to kill you.

A low groan erupted from your throat, hissing through your gritted teeth, as you pushed yourself off your seat. “I can’t take this anymore!” you said, stepping out of your room and crossing the hall to Natasha’s. Grabbing the doorknob, you swung the door open.

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Race - Requested

Sam Holland x Reader, Harry Holland x Reader

Words: 1,599

Requested by: @voidxkenobi; I really, really hope you like it. Your other request is on its way :)

“I wanted to request a Harry and Sam imagine where they try to win the reader’s attention.”

This is my first ever requested fic, so I really, really apologise if it’s not up to par. If you have any requests, please message or comment below. Thanks so much!

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It was a rather hot day today, the sweat was making your thighs stick together uncomfortably. You looked to the air condition in your room, it was almost like it was taunting you.

“C’mon, you sodding thing, do your job!” you yelled at it, the heat making you aggravated

The sound of your voice bounced off your bedroom walls. You sighed and shook your head, it was never a good sign when you started to yell at inanimate objects. With a huff, you picked up your phone and called up one of your best friends.

Riiiiiing…

“Harry fucking Holland, you better pick up or else-“

Riiiiiing…

“-I’m going to fuck you up so bad. I fucking swear it,-“

“Hello?” a female voice finally answered

“-your life will be hell-Oh, hello?”

“Y/N? Hi, love!” Harry’s mum, Nikki, greeted you

Crap. You wished she didn’t hear any of the threats you were giving her son.

“Hi, Nikki! How are you?” you asked politely, trying to cover for yourself

She laughed through the other end of the line. “I’m rather good. Harry and Sam are busy, I’m afraid. They’re working on-“

“Is that Y/N?” you heard a voice in the background

“Yes, it is. But I was telling her you two were busy.” Nikki’s voice sounded farther away

“No. No, I’m not busy! Hello?” Harry’s deep voice finally filled your ears

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him. “Busy?” you asked teasingly

“What? Me? Love, I’m never busy for you.” He flirted unashamedly

Just as you were about to reply, you hear Harry groan in pain.

“Harry? Harry, what happened? Are you alright?”

“Hey, Y/N!” another deep voice greeted you

Sam.

You didn’t think you were ever going to get sick of these twins’ antics. The picture was clear in your head, Sam had either wrestled Harry for the phone or hit him for it.

“Hey, Sam. Listen, it’s rather hot and my AC decided to be a shit today, can we go out for some ice cream?”

Sam felt his heart race with anticipation, he hasn’t been able to hang out with you for quite some time. Same goes for Harry.

“Yes. Definitely. We’re going to Joanie’s, I presume?” he felt a gust of pride for remembering your favourite ice cream parlour

You, in turn, felt a new rush of excitement. Oh, come on. Ice cream at your favourite place with your best friends? The day was already looking up.

“Hell. Yes. I’m going to get ready, see you two in a bit!”

“I’ll be there, love.” Sam was just about to end the call when Harry snatched the phone out of his hands

“He means we! We’ll be there, Y/N!” Harry interjected

The last thing you heard before ending the call was Harry saying,

“Alright, look here you twat. She called me, not you-“

Those silly boys, you thought to yourself with a smile. You dressed quickly, throwing on the first decent outfit you could come up with.

“I’m going out!” you yelled to the occupants of your house as you jogged out the door

It wasn’t far so you opted to walk. The sun was shining, its light breaking into fragments through the tall trees that lined the street. Your walk to the ice cream parlour was uneventful, though you stopped every so often to pet some dogs you saw on the way.

Joanie’s was your absolute favourite place in this city, as you stepped through the doors, you were reminded of why. You felt as though you took a step back in time with every visit.

There was a functioning jukebox in the corner, Sinatra crooning softly through the speakers. The white pinstriped walls were hung with vintage photographs and the black and white checkered floor was so shiny, you could see your reflection in it as you walked to one of the red vinyl booths next to the window.

You slid into the seat and waited patiently for the twins to arrive. You turned you back to the window, perusing the list of flavours hung on top of the counter.

As you were deciding between two of them, a bell chimed, signaling someone’s entrance. You looked over to see Harry striding confidently towards you with a sweet smile on his face.

You stood up to greet him and he engulfed you in a big hug, Harry was such a hugger even though he vehemently denied it. You two pulled away and Harry took a moment to admire your gorgeous face.

“You look beautiful today, Y/N.”

Heat flooded your cheeks as you looked up at your tall friend. Your moment was interrupted by the parlour door slamming open. You didn’t notice the way Harry squeezed his eyes shut in mild annoyance.

Looking over Harry’s shoulder, you saw Sam stalking towards you. He was drenched in sweat and he had a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Sam’s here!”

“Perfect.” Harry muttered under his breath

Sam threw Harry a dirty look as he passed him but when he looked at you his smile was genuine. He handed you the flowers and he hugged you tightly.

“Oh wow! Sam, you shouldn’t have.” You took a whiff of the gorgeous arrangement and exhaled contentedly

“Yeah, Sam. You really shouldn’t have,” Harry grumbled from behind his twin

The three of you sat in you booth. Harry slid in first, followed by you, then Sam. It was a tight squeeze, seeing as you were all sitting on the same side.

“So, uh, Sam. Why are you all sweaty? And why didn’t you two arrive together?” you asked, gently placing Sam’s bouquet on the table

Sam chuckled. “It’s a funny story actually,” He smirked at Harry threateningly

“I was just about to get my bike, you see. But-OW WHAT THE HELL?!” he suddenly exclaimed, rubbing his ear.

From behind your back, Harry had tugged Sam’s earlobe, hard.

You whipped around and glared at both boys. “What is happening here? You guys are being stranger than usual.”

“Nothing! C’mon, Sam. Let’s go get Y/N some ice cream! S’cuse us, love.” Harry gently maneuvered around you and walked with Sam to the counter

That wasn’t weird at all.

You moved to the opposite seat so wouldn’t have to be caught in the twins’ crossfire. They returned, glass bowls of colourful ice cream in their hands. Sam placed the bowl of (insert favourite ice cream flavor here) in front of you with a warm smile.

They both made a move to sit next to you again but you held up a finger.

“No. Go sit over there.” You commanded, pointing to the seats you were previously occupying

The twins frowned but did as you said, sitting in front of you. The initial weirdness thankfully dissipated as you all chatted and ate, you noticed though how Sam and Harry would talk over each other and try to best the other’s stories.

“Oh crap,” you said as your spoon hit the bottom of your glass bowl with a tiny clink “I’m all out.”

It was like an electric current passed through the twins, they both scrambled to grab your empty bowl, almost knocking over their own.

“Whoa!” you exclaimed as you lifted your bowl over your head

You looked at them with an incredulous look on your face. “Seriously?”

They began elbowing each other in what they thought was an inconspicuous manner.

“Let me get that for you, Y/N.” Sam reached up to gently cup your hands

“No, let me, Y/N.” Harry also placed his hands on yours

You quickly let your bowl go so that both of them were holding it in the air like idiots. Crossing your arms, you gave them what they knew was your death glare. They quickly set the bowl down and crossed their arms on the table.

If you weren’t so bewildered by their behavior, you would have found it cute how they were looking right at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Okay. Tell me what’s going on.” you demanded sternly

The twins eyed each other before Harry nodded at Sam.

“I want to take you on a date.” he confessed to you, cheeks turning pink

“And so do I.” Harry added

“But we sort of want you to.. Choose?” Sam told you sheepishly

You were absolutely floored. “You’re joking.”

They shook their heads in unison.

“We’ve been discussing this for a while now. I was supposed to ask you when I arrived but, Sam interrupted.” Harry couldn’t help the accusatory tone that laced his words

Sam, in turn, rolled his eyes. He then looked to you expectantly, Harry did the same.

Wow. In all your years of knowing these boys, you don’t think they’ve ever looked at you like that before.

You sighed, letting your shoulders sag. Your eyes met theirs, brown and green.

“Well, I guess I’d have to say,” The twins held their breath.

“You’ll have to catch me first!”

Slipping swiftly out of the booth, you ran outside Joanie’s. Two sets of hurried footsteps were hot on your trail, they were going to catch up with you in a second if you didn’t think fast. You spotted Sam’s bike leaning against a potted plant.

Yes!

You hopped on and raced away. Your laugh was the only thing the twins reached as they stepped outside. Sam caught a glimpse of you on his bike, turning a corner. He looked to Harry, who had spotted you as well.

They gave each other a knowing smile before they both took off running after you.

This was going to be fun.

I Got 99 Problems and You’re Number One

… Yes, this is what you’re thinking. Me being super late to start @starcoweek3 

In my defense, THIS FIC DIDN’T WANT OT END.

So.. yeah, I’m a bit ashamed it took me this long to finish, like, we are almost over it…

Also, guys I didn’t give up JanTom Week, all the fics have half done but I had a major block with Jantom (probably due to EA just wanted me on the climax chapters and I’m still finishing it) I plan to finish before next jantom week lol

Also,, huge thanks to @mrevaunit42 and @axis2600 for helping to post this anyway, you guys are awesome! *hugs*

Also a special mention to @fullertoons for creating this amazing au! 

I hope you enjoy :D

PS: lots of people identified this as the Starco song because of EA, and I ended up using to write in this too along with this one.

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7


I 99 Problems and You’re Number One

Marco sat in the waiting room annoyed. He and Star went to Mewni to come kind of ceremony that she was obligated to comply and for whatever reason, he got into it too. The princess had asked him if he could wait for her to get ready to give an opinion to her dress and how he was supposed to say no when she looked at him with those blue eyes full of hope?!

He had a major problem, not only because he was completely hopeless for those blue eyes sparkling hope, or the cutest heart marks she had, or how she was enchanting on every single way, or how Star walked like floating like she was a ballerina… No, all that was consequences of his number one problem.

The fact he was falling for the princess.

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Rivals: Chapter One (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader, reader with no gender prefrence

Warnings: Implied smut. If school is a trigger then you better watch out

Setting: Modern, High School

Summary: Alexander Hamilton challenges Thomas Jefferson to see who can get closest to the lead role in the school musical. Thomas Jefferson is the readers best friend and helps him pick out a monologue and song, but then the reader realizes that Alex is just a smol babe and things get good. 

Ships and requests are open!!!!! Please leave suggestions in my inbox!

Enjoy!

P.S. There is a hidden Jefferson meme in this story so comment if you see it heheheh

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“No way! I could rock tights better than you any day!!”

Oh god Tom, not again.

The usual Tuesday morning, Jefferson getting in a yelling fight before first period starts. You were always the one to pull him away. It was tiring being the best friend of Thomas Jefferson.

“Well, let’s see then! We will both try out for the lead in the school musical, and whoever gets closest to the role wins. Then we will see who really wears the tights in this feud.”

Alexander Hamilton. The usual one to pick a fight with Thomas. You didn’t know him very well besides the fact that he was your best friends rival, and he sits behind you in history class. Nonetheless, you had to admit you kinda had the hots for him.

“Okay, okay, break it up. The bell is going to ring soon.” You tried to usher Thomas away before he could get a word in, but before you could grab him, he shouted, “You’re on Hamilton!!”

You walked into first period, practically dragging Thomas in, steam coming out of his ears. 

“I hate that arrogant prick so much. I wish I could wipe that smug smile off of his face. Mon chéri, thank you for butting in before I could do anything stupid.”

Ever since he came back from France, Tom gave you the nicest nicknames such as mon ami, mon chéri, and mon chaton. You weren’t quite sure what they meant, but you secretly found them adorable.

“But you did something stupid. You agreed to try out for the school musical, even though you have zero experience with theatre.” Thomas knew were a theatre enthusiast who had been in the majority of school productions, and you already knew the question was coming.

“Will you please help me and possibly try out with me? It would make me feel loads better.”

You sighed and cracked open your trig textbook. “Of course. We can start rehearsing after school today.” He gave you a toothy smile and proceeded to his seat.

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Fifth period rolls around. History was your favorite subject, especially when you were studying your favorite time period, the birth of America.

You strolled into the classroom to see Mr. Washington and Alexander in a silent debate about the debt plan established by the first secretary of treasury. Why was he so passionate about a debt plan

RIIIIIING RIIIIIIING

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After Mr. Washington was finished with the lecture, You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to meet a pair of dark eyes.

“So what is it with you and Jefferson?”

“Hamilton, I could ask you the same question.”

“Well, me and Thomas never really got along. I used to be the big man on campus, and everyone adored me. All the teachers loved me, especially my English and History teachers. Until Jefferson came around. He astonished History teachers with his knowledge and opinions of french history, and he made English teachers swoon with his many tongues. Also, he says I dress like the pits of fashion when hes the one in that damn fuchsia coat and bow tie-”

Watch it. That’s my best friend.”

He held his hands up as a form of surrender. “Now it’s your turn. What is it with you and Jefferson?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sure I don’t know what you mean…”

“Come on, (Y/N). Are you dating?”

“No, I’m just the one who tries to keep him from making stupid decisions and getting in fights.”

“As you saw from this morning, you’re not doing a very good job of it.”

“True… So what about you Hamilton? Are you seeing anyone?”

Why did I ask that. Why did I ask that.

His eyes seemed to get brighter when you asked that question and his cheeks grew a light shade of pink. He held back a smile and looked down at his hands. “No.” He looked back at you and his smile broke loose. Your heart fluttered at the sight of it. You gave him a light smile and turned back around to your books. Snap out of it. This is your best friends rival.

RIIIIIING RIIIIIIING

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“Thomas, are you going to eat that whole damn bowl of macaroni??”

“Fllflflff flff lflfff!”

“You know I can’t understand you when your mouth is full.”

“Flf.” He pouted and crossed his arms. He finally managed to swallow the outrageous amount of macaroni and cheese dripping from his mouth. Ew.

“What are we going to do for my monologue and song?”

“Well I was thinking, and this monologue from Funny Girl would be perfect for you. Give it a read.”

“Nah.”

“How about… this one!”

“No, I don’t really like it.”

It was a tedious process, but 3 hours later you and Thomas had finally picked out and rehearsed both his song and monologue. He managed to step on his cat and break a lamp in the process. (His cat was okay by the way.) You sat down on his couch and turned on the television, but all you could think about was Alexander. His eyes didn’t seem to have depth until today. You never see brown eyes the same again until you fall in love with a pair of them. WAIT. Did I just say that I LOVED Alexander Hamilton? 

You felt a buzz in your pocket.

From: Alex

Hey. So I was thinking a lot, and I would love to get to know you more. If you wanted to, we could “study” together? Like a date? You are Jefferson’s best friend and I understand if it’s too weird but.. I just really want to know you on a basis where you don’t always call me Hamilton. Send me your thoughts. <3

Your stomach did back flips when you saw this message.

To: Alex

I would love to! Friday after school works for me :)

From: Alex

Great! See you then!

You locked your phone and a smile began to tug on your lips.

“What’s got you in such a good mood, mon chéri?

“Don’t worry about it.”

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Wednesday and Thursday pass. You help Thomas everyday after school and Alexander is having more frequent conversations with you. He even introduces you to his squad, John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, And Marquis de Lafayette. Hercules is unusually tall and broad for a junior in high school, Lafayette’s French accent is so thick you couldn’t understand him at first, and John Laurens has the biggest obsession with turtles. Literally. He has a shirt with turtles on it and his phone case is also a turtle. It was adorable. You hit it off with Hamilsquad immediately.

Friday rolls around and you’re in 7th period with Thomas and James Madison when the school day finally ends.

“I’ll see you guys later!” you turn away from them and before you could start walking away, Thomas grabs your arm.

“Woah, where do you think you’re going? You’re supposed to help me with lines today.” He let go of your arm.

“I’m going to study, and we have been going at this since Tuesday, can we just take a break?”

“Study…? You never study alone.”

You were already out the door. Before he could catch you, you slipped into the crowded hall and vanished.  Yeah… you never told Thomas about the little soiree you arranged with Alex. But he would understand. It’s just a little, innocent date, right?

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SLAM. Alexander pins your hands above your head and pushes you up against the wall. He lets go of your wrists and his hands find a way to your sides. His lips are hungrily kissing your own. He tasted like coffee and peppermint. In a flash his lips are on your neck. “A-alex…” 

“That’s it baby. Say it just like that.”

“Make me. Make me say it louder.”

He parted from your neck and brought your hips to his. “Challenge accepted.”

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Hope you liked it! I’ll be posting Chapter 2 soon!

~G

jamiemac26  asked:

Oh oh oh oh oh I just found part 5 of cracking bones... And I love this story. I'm going to so be the person that says.. Please do part 6. Keep this baby going! 💙💙💙

Haha, alright!  Here is Part 6, comin’ ‘atcha!

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Epilogue)


Much to everyone else’s opinions, you rode with Hotch and Spencer to the address, feeling more anxious than you should to see Andrea again.

Arriving at her home, you leap out of the car before Hotch can pull into the driveway, stumbling up the lawn as you bound up the front steps, two-by-two, knocking furiously on her door as you arrive at the top.

Whipping the door open, you are met with a war-torn pair of eyes.

Those same blue eyes that you remember from that night.

“Andrea,” you say breathlessly, embracing her in a wild embrace as she tugs you in to the house.

“Where is my daughter?” she asks, her voice shaking as she urges you to sit down.

You didn’t even realize Hotch and Spencer had come in after you.

“Andrea.  You need to talk to me.  You need to take deep breaths, and calm down.”

Nodding her head vigorously, Hotch clears his throat as you shoot him a dirty look.

“Mrs. Watts, who was your daughter out with last night?” Hotch asks, eyeing her curiously as her brow furrows.

“S-she was with her best friend, Sierra Monover.  Why?  What’s happened?”

“We believe your daughter was the target of an abduction, but instead of grabbing her, they grabbed Sierra instead.”

“Oh my god,” Angela exclaims, tears rushing down her face as she puts her face in her hands.

“I-I-I’ve got to call Sierra’s mom.  She’s been so worried,” she says, clamoring from her seat as you take her wrist.

“I’ll have someone call her.  You need to sit,” you urge.

“Y/N, talk to me,” she says, taking your hands within hers and squeezing them.  “What has happened?”

“Where does your daughter feel safest?” you ask.

“W-what do you mean?” Angela asks.

“Angela.  You told her about what happened to us, didn’t you?”

As Angela gives you a blank stare, you continue with your questions.

“It’s alright if you did.  She wrote my social security number backwards on the pavement in the alley she rushed in to when the van pulled up,” you say.

“The van…” Angela trails off.

“Angela,” you say, squeezing her hands as you watch her gaze trail off.

“I-I-It’s…it’s him.  It’s him, isn’t it?” she asks breathlessly, her sobs choking her voice from her throat as you lean your forehead in to hers.

“Mrs. Watts, where does your daughter feel safest?” Spencer urges, dipping down and putting his hand on her shoulder.

Slowly lobbing her gaze over to Spencer, her eyes dead and her hands limp, she takes a shallow breath before the tears pour in gallons down her face.

“The only…p-p-place I can’t think of i-is…uh…is the gym we belong to,” she stammers.

“And where would that be?” Hotch asks, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“A few blocks away from here, on the corner of Turk and Aberdeen.  It’s called ‘Watts In Your Body?’” she says blankly.

“Good for you,” you say, squeezing her hands as you bend in and kiss her forehead lightly.

Getting up and barreling towards the front door, you hear Hotch call out behind you.

“I think it would be best if you stayed here with Andrea.”

“Hotch, I will hot-wire that car if it gets it out of this driveway,” you spit, turning your head back and shooting him a stern glance.

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You were infuriated with Hotch.

He insisted that Rossi and Morgan go and collect Andrea’s daughter, and you were furious that he didn’t trust you with this.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” he says as you all head back to the police station, “It’s that you don’t understand how emotionally compromised you are right now.”

“Charged,” you say.

As you see Hotch furrow his brow at you, you look over at him and say, “I’m emotionally charged.  As of right now, the only reason you have gotten this far is because of me and my ‘emotionally-compromised state’.”

“Y/N, Hotch is just trying to keep you safe…keep all of us safe,” Spencer says, bringing his hand around to squeeze your shoulder lightly.

“Plug your ears,” you say.

“What?” Spencer asks.

“Plug your ears,” you repeat again as you bring your knuckles to the palm of your hand.

Cracking your knuckles, you do one hand, and then the other.  Migrating to your neck, you tilt it to one side, hearing the ricochet of cracks before cocking it off to the other side.

Sighing a deep sigh, you look at Spencer in your pull-down mirror and say, “You didn’t plug your ears.”

“No need to,” he says, staring at you in the mirror as you flip it up quickly.

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“We have her,” you hear Morgan say over Hotch’s phone.

“Was she at the gym?  Is she alright!?” you ask, flying out of your seat as you throw yourself at Hotch.

“Tell Y/L/N that she’s fine.  She’s coming in with us now to tell us what happened.”

“Perfect, see you soon,” Hotch responds before hanging up, your hand outstretched for his phone.

“Why did you hang up!?” you ask incredulously, your eyes wild as you look up at your boss.

“Because I am still the lead on this case, whether you realize that or not, and that was not your phone call,” he says sternly.

“That most certainly was a phone call for me!” you yell, throwing your hands in the air.

“Y/N…” Spencer says nervously, his hand tentatively reaching for your arm as you curl away from him.

“This has nothing to do with you,” you spit.

Picking up your phone, you start to dial on your keypad, bringing it to your ear as the phone begins to ring.

Riiiing riiiiiing.  Riiiiing riiiiiing.

“Come oooon,” you mutter, shuffling from foot to foot.

Hearing the end of the line pick up, you hear nothing but the sound a heavy breathing.

Furrowing your brow, you reach your hand out and wave it at Hotch and Spencer, putting the call on speaker-phone as you lay it out in the palm of your hand.

“I wanted mother and daughter, but I can settle for mother and daughter’s friend,” the ragged voice says on the other end.

Feeling the hair stand up on your arms, you watch as Spencer judges your every reaction, ushering someone over with a laptop as they set up a recording system to record the call.

“What do you want?” Hotch asks, your voice caught in your throat.

“Her,” he breathes as your eyes involuntarily water with tears.

“Her who?” Hotch asks, trying to keep in on the line.

“6 minutes out,” the police chief mouths.

“The one with the different eyes.  I always loved those exotic eyes.”

Watching Hotch furrow his brow, your jaw begins to quiver as the tears rumble down your face.

“And why do you like those eyes?” Hotch asks, trying to keep him on the line.

“I dream about those eyes,” he growls.

Bringing your fingers up to your stomach, mindlessly fingering your scar above your shirt, he chuckles lowly before saying one last thing.

“Give me her and you can have them all.”

As the line goes dead, Hotch looks to the chief of police who is shaking his head.

“They’re at the house.  No one is there,” he says.

“H-H-how…?”

“We’ll let Garcia figure that out,” Hotch says, turning to you.

“Now do you see why I’m the lead on this case?”

His voice was much softer now.

“Yes, sir,” you breathe, your fingers reaching for your eyes as you bend your head down and remove your contacts.

“Which one of his victims has different colored eyes?” Spencer says incredulously, his brow furrowed in utter confusion.

“Me,” you say, lifting your head to reveal your deep blue eyes speckled with yellow dots.

“I have different colored eyes.”

Things I had forgotten about the LotR audio drama, episodes 2 and 3:

  • Whenever there’s a Ring Moment™ they play the sound of someone running their finger on the edge of a wine glass. That is the sound of invisibility/evil mind-control Ring magic, I guess.
  • How silly the Nazgul screams sound (”HOOOOOO-AAA”)
  • The Nazgul “HYAAAH” breath noise
  • The Lord of the Nazgul’s very un-eldritch voice
  • The random chanting of the inscription on the Ring whenever Frodo has a near-Nazgul experience, with the Lord of the Nazgul saying it in English while the other Nazgul chant it in the background in the Black Speech, sounding bored out of their minds.
    • “PUT. ON. THE RING.” “the ring” “the ring!”
    • “the riiiiiing. the riiing.”
    • “I’M FALLING, I’M FALLING, HEEELP MEEE” (dude, you’re a Nazgul, get some dignity)
  • The Hobbits apparently sang the same song all the way through the Old Forest, because the transition where it skipped that entire section is “singing and hoofbeats -> fade out -> fade back in -> singing and hoofbeats -> ‘Oh, there’s Bree!’”
  • The way Aragorn’s voice actor starts out copying a Bree-ish accent and then slips out of it when he notices Pippin being stupid on the other side of the room and never goes back.
  • When Frodo sings in the Prancing Pony tavern Ian Holm didn’t even bother to sing, he just, like, chanted it rhythmically.
  • ~Dramatic music~ starts up in the background when they’re reading the “All that is gold does not glitter” verse
  • How completely incomprehensible action scenes are
  • Aragorn swings a flaming branch and it uses the same sound effect as the Eagles’ wings for some reason
  • Glorfindel sounds so distressed all the time
  • The prophecy from Faramir and Boromir’s dream is inexplicably sung by a countertenor who rolls all his Rs really hard
  • Frodo apparently rings a bell to get everyone’s attention before announcing he will take the Ring to Mordor
By Chance - Part 2

Part 1

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you and James Barnes get to know by chance in a subway. Will destiny make your lifes come across again?

Tags: @myhighanddry-blog @kit-kat-coffeeworld (thanks for your interest girls!)

Y/N: I am happy about the course this series is taking. Hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by eventhisusernamewastak3n

(Credits to the owner of the gif)


‘Why are you so late James? You did not even answer to my messages and calls.’

‘Amanda, calm down please. I have just arrived home. I took the subway…’

‘What? The subway?! Why did not you come in the car?’

‘Because I wanted to take some time for myself, Amanda. That is all. I did not want to drive. I am tired, I had a long and busy day at work.’

‘Ok, ok James. Please, change your clothes so we can go to the dinner we have.’

‘Yes, I will be ready in a while,’ James says as he turns around and walks towards his bedroom.

Keep reading

*takes a deep breath*

And on the Twelfth Day of Christmas my True Love sent to me!

Twelve Drummers Drumming!

Eleven Pipers Piping!

Ten Lords A-Leaping!

Nine Ladies Dancing!

Eight Maids A-Milking!

Seven Swans A-Swimming!

Six Geese A-Laying!

*gasps for breath*

Fiiiiive Gooooold Riiiiiings!

Four Calling Birds

Three French Hens

Two Turtle Doves

And A Partridge in a Pear Treeeeeeee!

YAY!

anonymous asked:

i really like your coffee shop au with mingyu :) would you mind doing a high school one with woozi? of him wanting to confess but being too shy??? thank u!

member: woozi/jihoon [seventeen]

genre: fluff

word count: 975

strawberry milk ✻ woozi!high school au

Day One:

Riiiiiing!” The first bell of the day sounded throughout the school building, indicating there were ten minutes left until classes began. The warning made you run faster to class, hands gripping tightly to the strap of your backpack so that nothing fell out as you dodged students standing in the middle of the hallway. Before the five minute bell rang, you burst into your classroom, letting out a sigh of relief when you noticed that your teacher still hadn’t walked in, meaning you had at least a few more minutes of bliss before having to hear the man drone on and on about equations and formulas and whatnot. As you walked to your desk you noticed a group of girls around it, examining something on it and squealing loudly.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled, pushing your way through the crowd so you could take a seat. Before you could, however, you noticed the cause for their excitement. On your desk sat a tiny carton of strawberry milk, the kind that you got almost every morning from the convenience store across the street, but had recently been too late to grab on the way to school, as well as a pink post-it note with the words ‘You’re as sweet as a strawberry and your smile makes me the happiest’. Blushing, you sat down and tucked the note into your pencil case before opening the milk carton and taking a sip, smiling wide as the sweet liquid ran down your throat. That simple action instantly brightened your day and you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face. The whole day you tried figuring out who had left that cute surprise. However, every time you thought you had come up with someone, there was something that stopped you.

Day Two:

Another milk carton waited for you on your desk, this time with a note that read, ‘I liked seeing you smile yesterday, maybe today will be the same?’

Still, you had no clue who had given you the sweet treat. You had narrowed it down to three people you had noticed you’d seen almost every morning at the convenience store at around the same time you were there usually. So far on your list were Soonyoung, who you had most of your classes with and who knew about your love for  strawberry milk— something you two had bonded over many times; Wonwoo, who despite his cold front was actually a total sweetheart; and finally, Jihoon, the convenience store owner’s son who you had talked to a few times whenever you bought something and he was tending to the cash register.

Day Three:

Another milk carton, ‘You’ve got the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard.’

Soonyoung was crossed off the list, he’d been late everyday so there was no way he was your mystery milk boy. You had asked him if he knew who it was and he promptly answered no with a big smirk.  

Day Four:

Another milk carton, ‘You’re still wondering who I am, right? Maybe I’ll tell you sometime soon. Until then, keep smiling’.

“It’s not me.” Wonwoo stated as he sat beside you in science class. “If that’s what you were wondering.”

“Damn.” You pouted and began tapping your pencil on the wood of the desk. “Do you think it’s Jihoon then?”

At this, Wonwoo began laughing. Jihoon rarely smiled at others and he was usually cooped up in the school’s music room when he wasn’t working behind the counter of his family’s store either writing lyrics or listening to music.

“I don’t think so.” He said before patting your back and chuckling. “I’d be surprised if it was though.”

Day Five:

The watch on your wrist marked the time as half-past seven in the morning, meaning you were forty-five minutes early to class. You were hoping to be able to catch a glimpse of whoever your secret admirer was. You were secretly hoping that it was Jihoon as you had had a slight crush on him since you had first met him at school. A lot of people didn’t really get along with him, not wanting to bother the normally stoic boy but you knew there was more to him than that. He was crazy talented musician and you had noticed how much of a sweetheart he could be to the children who would go by the store to get candy.

You walked into the empty classroom and sat at your seat, taking out a book to read to pass the time. Five minutes passed and the door opened, soft humming filling the otherwise quiet room.

Oh shit.” Jihoon’s quiet voice sounded, making you look up with wide eyes. Eyeing him up and down, you noticed the carton of milk in his hands as well as the bright pink note.

“So it is you!” You stood up and smiled wide, making the boy’s cheeks turn a deep pink color.

“Yeah…I noticed you hadn’t been able to buy some in the morning and I know how much you like it so I just thought I would get you one.” He scratched the back of his neck and held out the milk carton. “Here you go.”

Smiling, you took the sweet drink and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you, Jihoon. ”

“N-no problem.” Jihoon gulped and looked at you with a bit more confidence. “I really meant all of the things I wrote. You’re honestly the sweetest person I’ve ever met and I really like you. Like, like you.”

“I like you too.” You confessed, looking down at your shoes. “Like, like you.”

The boy smiled wide and felt his chest burst with pride at your confession, “How about we go get something to eat after school?”

“As long as there’s strawberry milk involved, I’m down.”

12 Drummers Drumming

Eleven Pipers Piping

Ten Lords a Leaping

Nine Ladies Dancing

Eight Maids a Milking

Seven Swans a Swimming

Six Geese a Laying

Fiiiiiive Golden Riiiiiings

Four Calling Birds

Three French Hens

Two Turtle Doves

and a Partridge in a Pear Treeeee



The 12 days of christmas, animated for SketchDaily :)

Also happy holidays all! :D