stupid frat boys

I am going to submit a random headcanon to you:  

Stiles dragging the pack to play Laser Tag.

Stiles that played once, when he was twelve. He asked it as his birthday present, and John and Melissa drove them to the nearest place from Beacon Hills. Stiles was absolutely delighted, until they learned that they would be put with strangers to form a team. It all went downhill from there. 

They were left alone to be shot at fifteen seconds in, and had to hide under a ramp. Scott had an asthma attack when the fog machines started and Stiles, terrified, had to drag both of them out. He then fell into a full blown panic attack in the changing rooms.

So, not their best memory.

But fast forward seven years later. They are nineteen now, Scott is a werewolf and Stiles has been tortured and shot at. Laser tag is gonna be easy. Stiles is so ready to avenge their younger selves.

He only need a team.

Stiles prudently presents the idea during pack night. He’s not worried for most of them, he knows that most of his friends have an unhealthy love for violence and winning. He’s also ready to make Scott cry in order to convince Isaac.


The only unknown variable is their taciturn alpha. Somehow, convincing him to play with lasers in a room reeking of teenager’s hormones and sweat seems like a difficult task. But Stiles has prepared his speech, he has perfectly reasonable arguments, and he will bullshit about pack unity and trust exercises if need be.

Of course, because this is Derek and he likes to fuck up with Stiles’ expectations, he’s only finished the first sentence of his passionate plea when Derek raises one hand in the air to stop him.

Yes,” he breathes, and smiles. They all blink at him a little. Derek keeps smiling, bunny teeth showing and looking almost… excited.

So.

Derek’s family apparently used to throw their kids into the woods to pitch them against each other for fun.

Stiles is not surprised.

Stiles is awfully not surprised.

This was the family whose genes created Peter Hale.

Not noticing their stunned silence, Derek describes his childhood memories. During their monthly run under the full moon, adults used to hide colored pieces of tissue everywhere. The next day, Derek, his sisters and cousins were all let loose, in several teams, into the wood. At dusk, the team that was able to bring back the more targets to their home base while protecting said home base from enemy raids won. The prize was some old trophy, bragging rights and first crack at every dish during the huge dinner.

Derek is trying so hard to communicate his enthusiasm for his claws-and-fangs-allowed, hunger-game version of catch the flag that his hands are moving a little bit in the air. It’s adorable.

When Scott tries to get back on the subject of laser tag (Stiles glares at him, because Derek was sharing things), Derek immediately nods and explains helpfully that there is a place supernatural-friendly just 45 minutes away from Beacon Hills. There is no protest in the pack. Stiles bats the air with his fist in victory.

Their first game together teaches Stiles a lot of things.

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✓ Eric Richard Bittle, the shortest member of the hockey team, the frog who brought a pie to his first kegster, the player who was both the most spirited and also the closest to being kicked off the hockey team, the SMH member who was bold enough to install curtains in the Haus kitchen, the boy who got checked and lived—is the captain of the Samwell men’s hockey team.

How? Folks, it’s been a long three years. Real long. And it’s been my distinct pleasure drawing page after page of Bitty facing his fears and falling in love with a bunch of stupid frat boys. But they also fell in love with him! If Bitty had done nothing but feed these guys pies for three years, he’d probably still be in the same place or at the very least alternate captain. (Think about it…yeaaaaah you know he would be.)

But Bitty said it himself in his impromptu vlog not-speech. He’s grown and he loves these guys. He’s a leader because he not only is strong in his own perfectly Bitty way, but also because he can’t not care about his team. It’s more than pies. Bitty knows everything about each and every one of his teammates and is invested in their growth and success. It’s who he is! That’s Eric Bittle! He’s was born to lead this hockey team! - N

Frat Boy

Originally posted by jessica-bones-winchester

Request: An AU Dean x reader smut where the reader goes to a Frat party and Dean is like a cocky frat boy and there’s lots of dirty talk and rough sex

Paring: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,552

Warnings: language, smut (so much smut)

A/N: I had way too much fun writing this…


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thegreatgretzky  asked:

Umm that shower fic got me wrecked like are they gonna make it, will they escape? Are they just gonna keep running until eventually they’re caught? is this gonna be some Thelma and Louise style thing? like I need answers I’m dying are the boys okay lol

Shower fic 

Of course they make it! 


Sid scrapes together their last bit of money to buy some supplies at a CVS. A small sewing kit and a jar of the cheapest peanut butter they have (he wrinkles his nose at the amount of ingredients listed on the back and stares longing at the natural jar right next to it as he puts it in his basket) some bandages, and a couple of bottles of water. 

Sid’s stitches are neat and even and Geno flinches each time the needle pierces his skin and Sid apologizes but holds him still. He promises the ibuprofen he gave him will kick in soon. 

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Happier.

Prompt: Ed Sheeran’s “Happier”; Character: Stiles - @deepblueo-cean

Warning: mention of an abusive relationship.

Author’s Note: I fell in love with this song! Thanks for reading and for requesting! :)

Master List.


Happier.

Walking down 29th and park
I saw you in another’s arms
Only a month we’ve been apart
You look happier

Saw you walk inside a bar
He said something to make you laugh
I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours
Yeah you look happier, you do

Stiles rounded the corner towards his favorite bar to meet up with a few of his friends from the pre-FBI program. They had planned to meet up to celebrate surviving their final exam as they awaited their results. They all worked their asses off to not only complete their ten-week Honors Internship Program, but also double-down and maintain their college work. A night off to celebrate was well deserved, and much needed. Stiles couldn’t wait to just unwind and relax for the night.

Stress free, that’s the night he wanted, no, needed.

As he prepared to cross the street, a familiar face walking down the sidewalk he was going to caught his eye and he stopped in his tracks. Her. Arm and arm with someone new. Her long, chestnut hair blowing behind them. Her gorgeous smile on full display. It was a smile he hadn’t seen in what felt like ages.

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anonymous asked:

Same anon from the oth ranking, can you explain why you thought s2 was the best? IMO the only good part was jeyton (which is hard too esp Bc I am Leyton af)

Absolutely! First let me thank you for appreciating the beauty that was Jeyton, even if they aren’t beloved to you. I think your love for Lucas/Peyton and their lack of interaction in S2 may have something to with why you don’t like it?

But! Here are the great things about S2:

-We get Jeyton
-We see Peyton Sawyer happy for the first time in the series, with a boy she doesn’t have to feel guilty for falling in love with.
-Brooke Davis evolution of character. No, we don’t get Clothes Over Bros quite yet, but she stops being a vapid/bitchy/stereotype cheerleader and becomes an independent, sweet, thoughtful, intelligent woman. We see her win SBP, she starts DWNotI, she decides she doesn’t want a boyfriend, she learns how to be friends with guys. She becomes the Brooke we all know and love.
- Brucas development. Brooke and Lucas become their own entity. They establish a real friendship the way Peyton and Lucas do in S1, and that does even more for Brooke’s character, by giving her a presence that isn’t the best friend, the girlfriend or the conflict for Leyton. We also see Lucas fall for Brooke, not because she’s “fun” and he can’t have Peyton, but for everything she really is- which is amazing, obviously. And because this show is mostly Lucas perspective, we learn about her like he does- slowly and much more in depth. To me, this is the season that makes Brucas great- not S3, where they are almost constantly in conflict (Except the Rain Scene TM, which is collectively one of the best scenes ever on the show, for all the couples). 
-Brooke/Peyton friendship. Best scenes between these two in this season. It’s something we don’t get much of in S1 and episode after episode we see both girls mutually being one another’s best confidant, something that was discussed in S1 but not proved, and something we don’t get a lot of in S3 because Peyton is a fucking mess and in S4 she once again falls in love with Lucas (not hating just the truth). 
-The Chris Keller storyline. Up until Haley leaves, there’s a lot of “Haley loving Nathan” but not a ton of “Nathan loving Haley”. The pain and suffering that Nathan goes through while he pines for her is SO WELL WRITTEN, and so realistic, with such incredible continuity, it literally makes your heart ache for him. ACHE.
-Dare Night (enough said).
- The introduction of Andy. Now I love Karen and Keith just as much as anyone, but I am a HUGE Andy fan. He is the first character that comes into the story that seems like an equal opponent to the antagonist (Dan) and he is so good to Karen and everyone in her world.
-THE SWITCH EPISODE. This is one of the best OTH episodes ever written, and another great example of Schwans genius. It’s also an example of where fan service actually works in a series. People wanted to see “what if” Lucas and Nathan switched places, but doing that gets sticky. How much do you recreate? And what would change? And how is your audience going to receive it? One wrong move, and things will blow up. Is Lucas gonna be married to Haley and undermine the Naley relationship? Will Nathan be with Brooke, who he has limited screen time with? Where does Peyton fit in? Etc etc. BUT- by putting Nathan in a coma and making the switch VIA HIS PERSPECTIVE, everything gets put into focus and Schwan was able to keep particular aspects of the show that he knew fans wouldn’t want to lose. So Nathan’s connection with Haley is still there and important parts of their real relationship are left in tact, Karen is still in love with Keith, Brooke is barely in the episode (which is so streamlined, because Nathan interacts with her least). NATHAN still gets into Highflyers, not Lucas, Deb is not a pill popper but at her very best self, Nathan and Peyton’s core friendship (that is actually strong AF) is still around, etc. And  the “replay of the one on one basketball game” is epic. Yea, Nathan wins this time because duh, it’s his comatose dream world, but he still quotes Lucas’  “This is for my mom” line, and the audience realizes that for all his hatred towards Lucas in S1, Nathan secretly respected TF out of him for that. It’s pretty brilliant.
-We get our only gay character/story arc about being gay, and although it’s not nearly enough for the series as a whole, and I’ll forever be disappointed that the only POC woman on the show was purely used for a gay storyline, it’s still fucking fantastic, from Peyton wearing a DYKE shirt, to her then taking that shirt off in front of the principal, to Brooke breaking up with Felix over it and what she says- it’s all pretty beautiful.
-POD!Dan
-Karen finally starting to come to terms with her feelings for Keith
-Lucas living with Dan and the hilarity that ensues via Karen because of it (taking all of Lucas’ stuff, calling Dan an ass in mediation with an ass of a suit and a stupid frat boy haircut)
-Deb mixing boiling water and syrup to throw on Dan
-Nathan and Deb reuniting
-Nathan realizing he has to let go of Haley (and the return of Dick!Nathan 2.0)   in order be happy, which flips the tables, perfectly setting up S3 Naley arc (You don’t know what you have until you lose it trope)
-Lucas being the best Lucas, on his own and legit a great friend to everyone in his life (and definitely at his best physically/wardrobe wise)
-The scene where Lucas walks in to tell Brooke how he feels and she’s kissing Felix
-Jake showing up right before Peyton buys drugs
-Movie night to help raise money for Nathan
-Drag races
- GREAT SOUNDTRACK

-Did I mention JEYTON????

I’m sure there is more I am forgetting. So S3 may have been more explosive, but S2 was just so meticulously written in a way that developed the characters so well individually and gave each of them a real piece of the OTH world. You may not realize it, but S2 is probably where you really started to get attached to these characters, where you began to really feel connected to them, so that when shit hit the fan in S3 and even 4, you felt it ALOT more deeply.

Things I didn’t like about S2?

-Actor who plays Felix was a disgrace
-Maria Menudos is also a terrible actress
- Keith looking thirsty AF to be with a woman

-This seems particular, but the scene where Nathan says “you know there’s a girl in your heart man, and you gotta tell her how you feel” has always gotten under my skin! It was SO OOC for Nathan, so fucking random, so not something Nathan would say (Lucas would say that), obviously put in to move the plot along. I can’t even think of S2 and not cringe because of that scene!!! WTF was the director thinking?????

What A Tragic Love Story!

Summary: After the massacre at Ric and Joe’s wedding, you were finally starting to move on. Kai, the love of your life, had died that night, along with many others. Or so you thought. Two years after losing Kai, Elena, Joe, and Liv, you were finally getting your life back together. You were in college, making friends and learning new things. You were happy, and you had finally let go of Kai. But what if the love of your life were to suddenly appear at your doorstep one day, and act like they never ripped your heart out of your chest? Like they never died? What would you do if you saw a ghost from your past? Oh… What a tragic love story!

Pairing: Kai Parker x Reader

Universe/Fandom: The Vampire Diaries, CW.

Word Count: 1,687

Warnings: ANGST, ANGST, ANGST! SO MUCH ANGST!

A/N: OKAY! So, I came up with this idea as I rewatched the wedding crasher’s (Kai’s) scenes over again, and I knew that I just needed to upload it. This is going to be a multiple part series, because it would be too short and confusing if I just ended it here. BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT, AND I HOPE I DON’T LET YOU DOWN! Enjoy, lovelies. MWAH!

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“C’mon, Y/N! Live a little!” Rose, one of your dearest college friends, called from across the room as she held the shot of vodka that you politely declined up in the air.

Shaking your head lightly in her direction, you had waved her off with a, “No, I’m okay! Thank you, though!” and kept walking in the other direction, silently trying to figure out how you had gotten to this frat party in the first place.

All you wanted to do tonight was sleep, but Rose had convinced you to go with her to this frat party she heard about today. And you were secretly digging her grave for it. As you scrunched your nose up in disgust at the reeking, alcoholic frat boys and preppy girls that stood grinding on the dance floor, you had looked around the house, trying to find a way out of this. Parties weren’t really your scene. Well, not at least ones with alcohol as the main beverage.

You shook your head to rid the thoughts that so dearly wanted to creep into your mind and haunt you for eternity, and made your way over to the closest open door that you could find, practically jumping out of it when you were close enough to have a safe landing on the grassy backyard. Groaning loudly, you squeezed yourself past drunk students and friends as you found yourself heading to your car. But you stopped in your tracks, stomping your feet on the ground like a 5 yr old as you remembered Rose inside the house.

You knew you couldn’t just leave her without a car, so you started to walk your way home. Luckily, Rose had the keys to the car, so you didn’t have to squeeze your way back into that sweat ridden house to give them to her. And soon, specifically about 15 to 20 minutes later, you were finally on campus. You sighed as you arrived at the local campus coffee shop, deciding to order a hot chocolate and bring it back to your dorm for safe keeping.

And as your were walking back to your dorm room, your lips against the warm exterior of the medium-sized cup you were holding in palm of your hands, you had a sudden feeling that someone was following you. But as you looked behind yourself to see no one there, you shrugged and continued walking.

Finally, you were back at your dorm in fresh, non-alcohol smelling clothes and your hair put into a high ponytail as you drank from your cup, sighing in content at the warmth that radiated through your body as your took each sip. But your moment of peace was soon forgotten as you heard a hard knock on your door. Something in the back of your mind told you to put your guard up, the old you, but you didn’t listen, pushing it aside as you thought it were probably just a stupid frat boy who saw your light on and wants to get laid.

However, your assumption was completely wrong.

Instead of an obnoxious, smelly frat boy at your door, there stood a ghost from your past - someone you thought you would never see again. Someone who haunted your dreams every night and who, two years ago, made you feel like you were the most important thing to him.

It was Kai. The man who murdered - or slaughtered would be the best term to describe it - dozens of people at his sister’s wedding, just so he could be the last one left standing. The man who broke your heart and all of your dreams two years ago, who frightened you to the point of you having to go to therapy for it, and who had left you. Left you back there with no one to love, no one to talk to, and no one to confide in.

Kai Parker was standing on your doorstep, smiling like he’d won the lottery and dancing on the balls of his feet like a child who just got rewarded for something he had done well with candy.

And as his smooth voice echoed in your ears, a sound you never thought you would here ever again, you felt like you were going to faint.

“Y/N?” Kai’s tone was worrisome, and would have been slightly comforting if you weren’t about to scream like you screamed the day you had lost Joe. Elena. Kai. However, your scream never came. Cause the next minute, Kai had his hand over your mouth, muffling your scream as tears flew from your eyes.

Sobs raked your body as Kai pushed you into your dorm room and slammed the door shut, placing your back softly against the wall as you let all of your nightmares and grief-ridden memories out of your system. And still, as Kai tried to silence your sobs and wipe your tears, you couldn’t help yourself but to admire him in this moment.

His blue-green eyes stared into yours, begging and filled with fear, yet shone so beautifully in the light of your dorm room. And more scruff lined his face since the last you saw of him, but it made him look manlier than ever. And even through the misery this boy put you though, all of the therapy sessions that you went to, the tears that you shed, the things that you broke just like your heart had broke that night, you still found yourself growing week at the knees at the sight of him and your heart fluttered with old, destroyed love that you thought you had gotten rid of a year, or even a couple months ago.

And even through the sobs that were raking your body and the shivers of being touched by Kai after so long, you had still managed to form a word.

“Kai…” you cried out, voice only slightly muffle by his hand since your body has calmed down only an ounce.

The pain in your face pulled at Kai’s heart. Caused the guilt that he tried so hard to get rid of to enter his bloodstream again. And Kai found himself pulling you to his chest, silently sobbing in your arms as you hugged him back, the shock of seeing your dead boyfriend in your dorm room finally striking your whole body.

“Y/N, I am so-” his voice had cracked, and he had taken a second to maintain control of his body. “I am so- so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I love you. I didn’t want any of that to happen, Y/N, you have to believe me.”

When you didn’t say anything, Kai pulled away from your embrace, enabling himself to look at your shock-ridden face. Kai sobbed, wiping the stray tears from your eyes as the tears he had been holding in this entire time finally fell from his eyes. Kai begged you to say something, anything, just so he could know you were okay, but you said nothing.

All you had done was stare at him, not moving a muscle in your body as Kai thumbed your cheek and placed wet, tear-stained kisses on your forehead. And Kai held you to his chest at the shock from your body slowly disappeared, slowly turning into anger.

And suddenly you were pushing him away from you, and yelling at him for what he has done to you these past two years, and banging on his chest, surely taking hits that will leave bruises on the spots as you pounded and pushed him away from you.

“I HAD TO GO TO THERAPY BECAUSE OF YOU, KAI! I COULDN’T SLEEP FOR MONTHS. ALL I THOUGHT ABOUT WAS WHAT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN LIKE IF WE WERE ABLE TO LIVE OUR LIVES TOGETHER, IN LOVE AND HAPPILY MARRIED, BUT THAT NEVER HAPPENED, KAI, BECAUSE YOU LEFT ME! YOU LEFT ME TO ROT HERE, WITH ALL OF THESE IDIOTS AND LEFT ME TO DIE HERE! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME, KAI, BUT YOU DID. HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?! HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME!”

Kai was sobbing silently in the corner as you let everything you had been building up inside finally out of your system, and he had watched as the pain from the two years he had left you alone for had risen your eyes and shone harshly in the dorm room you two stood in. He had stood silent, letting you release all of your anger out on him, because he deserved it.

You were right. He did leave you. He was so blood-driven that he never once thought about you as he slaughtered everyone at that wedding and placed that curse on Elena and Bonnie. But he never once forgot about you and how much pain he might have caused you as he tried to come back, fought as hard as he could to be brought back here.

 And he fought that hard for you.

So he could finally be reunited with his one true love so that he could live a whole life with you, get married, have kid, build a family and stable life for you and him. But it didn’t go as he had planned. He hadn’t expected you to react this way, but he also hadn’t expected any less.

He deserved what you were doing to him right now, and he knew that. So he stood silent. Let you release all your energy out on him, and when he felt the time was right to speak…

He was going to fight as hard as he can to get you back. Because you were the love of his life, and there was nothing that was going to stop him from winning you back into his life.

Cause without you, he was nothing.

Without you, he was a just a monster in cool, stylish clothes.

And as you kept yelling through your sobs and he kept staring at you, thinking of only one thing, how beautiful you were to him-

Only one thought had popped into his head.

What a tragic love story.

Vancouver Crew Headcanons

Koh
-The baby of the group
-Just the sweetest, most adorable guy you’ve ever met
-170 cm in cleats 
-Not the best soccer player but he tries. The Aglionby soccer team isn’t exactly going to regionals (the crew team is really good for a team from the mountains)
-Koh is one of the three Vancouver crowd members not actually from Vancouver (the others are Rutherford and SickSteve). He’s from Incheon, outside of Seoul, and only learned English in school
-The worst at foreign languages. It’s amazing he speaks as much English as he does. Very noticeable and cute accent. Can’t pronounce anyone’s name correctly. The VC rolls with it
-Will probably end up following in his dad’s footsteps and working for LG Chem 
-Loves Ryang. LOVES Ryang. He finds the pretentiousness funny. Most of the time

SickSteve
-Going head to head with Adam Parrish and one other dude for valedictorian
-Film buff. Obnoxious film buff. Only Ryang can top him for obnoxiousness
-Such an asshole. The VC highkey love it. SickSteve is very good at pinpointing the crux of an issue and confronting people about it. Don’t debate SickSteve. Don’t. Also don’t say ignorant shit unless you’re prepared to get your ass handed to you
-Dealing with a lot of issues, including internalized homophobia, due to a Baptist upbringing and strict parents. Not the only one in the VC with strict parents but definitely the only one with super-religious parents and the threat of losing an entire community if he goes against them
-Is definitely going to elope with Lee-Squared at some point 
-Koh’s bestie primarily because SickSteve is first generation. They largely speak in Korean. Koh makes fun of SickSteve’s Jeollado and SickSteve makes fun of his aegyo, and both just find the relationship really comforting

Lee-Squared
-Puts up a good front of being incredibly nice and supportive but agrees with SickSteve on basically everything
-Chubby. Struggles with his weight. His family doesn’t help
-Probably the only one completely and utterly unafraid to tell Henry his mind
-Will almost certainly go into immigration law or a similar field
-Along with Koh, Henry, and SickSteve, fluent in Korean 
-Has the hots for SickSteve like woah. Talk about slowburn

Ryang
-Slightly nasal voice
-Trans boy
-Art snob hipster. Black and white photos are his fave. He’s actually pretty good but his pretentiousness outweighs it
-Koh tries to gush over his photos but it’s more feeling than words
-Mom is a semi-famous daytime soap star; dad is her former personal trainer. Has an older sister who is a niche underwear model
-Guess who hates paparazzi
-Third generation. Ryang speaks almost no Korean and he’s more than a little sensitive about it 
-Doesn’t fall for Koh nearly as fast as Koh falls for him
-Insecure. His insecurities tend to come out as criticisms of Koh and his intelligence (it scares Ryang that the only guy who’s into him is a dumb foreign guy who barely speaks English. It scares him that Koh accepts him so easily- does he just not understand? Does he think Ryang is something he’s not? -Ryang doesn’t know because his Korean is miles worse than Koh’s English)

Rutherford
-Cryptid and conspiracy theory king.
-Thinks he’s the weird, anxious one but he’s actually kind of unrecognizedly awesome?
-Dirtbikes, skateboards, surfs, probably a sick snowboarder. His sports friends think his cryptid obsession is hilarious. The VC tends to ignore it
-Considers Cheng and Cheng2 his closest friends
-Is under so much pressure to make the family proud. Will end up going to Johns Hopkins and his dad will still think he could do better
-Dad’s (black and white) side of the family is from Georgia/South Carolina area. Mom is Teochew (Chinese) from Singapore. The Singaporean is strong. Rutherford is almost completely fluent in Teochew
-Cheng2’s roommate and conscience

Cheng2

-Friends with everybody
-Except Kavinsky, obvs
-Look, no one is going to like this but I have a headcanon/AU thing where Cheng2 messed around with Prokopenko back when Cheng2 was going to substance parties and racing and that shit did not go good for either of them
-Prone to saying stupid shit
-Has a tendency to speak in a mixture of stupid frat boy, social media star, and SAT vocab list
-When he’s really upset and/or angry, he slips into his native Appalachian (he grew up splitting his time between his bio dad and stepdad in Pigeon Forge and his not bio-dad in BC)
-Mixed Chinese/white. The product of a biracial gay relationship, Cheng2′s bio-dad is white and his not bio-dad is Chinese. They searched a really long time to find the perfect egg donor. Then Cheng2′s bio-dad cheated on his husband when Cheng2 was five and now Cheng2 only sees his not bio-dad during the summer and on holidays. It’s a big story and no one at Aglionby cares (it’s not even close to the biggest amount of family drama to grace the halls, the Lynch clan’s not included)
-Has a massive, completely obvious crush on Henry and a much less obvious crush on literally every other member of the Vancouver crowd. Is somewhat married to Rutherford
-So good at Econ. So good. This boy is going to do great at Berkeley

Frat Boy (Part 8)

Originally posted by twerking-castiel

Summary: Dean and reader finish up their weekend getaway…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Tags: @dancingalone21 @daydreamingintheimpala @pulgapelayo18@perpetualabsurdity  @jessiedangerous

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,685

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Fluffy, smut, fluffy, smut…


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wolfstar quidditch hc
  • okay so lets be real here Remus couldn’t care less about quidditch, the only reason he subjected himself to hours of young teens performing bodily harm on each other for the sake of entertainment was because James was captain and Sirius was the commentator
  • and Sirius as commentator was something no one should ever miss, he didn’t just commentate he gave an all out performance   
  • what with him describing how the quidditch robes framed everyone’s figures so nicely, to actually commentating with some colorful curses thrown in here and there to Bloody hell James you can’t keep the broom up for more then 3 bloody minutes no wonder you can’t get Evans to go out with you, to him pointing people out in the crowds it was no secret that one of the reasons the qidditch games were so popular was bc of Sirius and his commentating skills
  • and the fact that more then half the time Sirius was commentating he was talking about Remus didn’t hurt either
  • you see technically the two weren’t dating but they also didn’t date anyone else, it was a mutual flirtation ship that everyone knew held deeper feelings
  • boys are dumb though so they just never got around to the actual dating part just yet
  • but anyways the games would be in full swing, everyone on their feet’s, breaths held to see what will happen and Sirius will just pipe in with a “and the snitch is out of sights ladies and gents but you know what’s not out of sight? Our deerest im sorry moony who might i say is looking rather dashing today in that shirt” or a “you know getting hit by a bludger sucks but not as good as Moony can I bet”
  • and it’s absolutely ridiculous and adorable and everyone has bets on when they’ll finally make it official (James and Peter are the one’s that started it in 3rd year and more and more people just got into it that by 7th year more then half the Hogwarts population was in on it) 
  • So yea boys stupidly in love flirting with each other in front of everyone but neither one ever actually making a move
  • that is until one day Sirius saw some stupid “Ravenclaw frat boy” his words not mine trying to make a move on HIS moony
  • So ofc he does the absolute MOST bc he’s extra as hell
  • he grabs the mic and screams “wow that looked like that hurt James but not as much as this Ravenclaw hussy will hurt if he doesn’t remove his hand from MY moony’s thigh right tf now pls and ty”
  • and everything kind of just stops bc wtf Sirius, except for James, whose on the ground being bandaged up, nah James is laughing his ass off bc wtf Padfoot you called him a HUSSY omfg
  • and Remus just kind of blushes bc everyone’s looking at him now and said Ravenclaw has not removed his hand yet
  • “Think you might want to listen mate he can be a real bitch again im sorry that one”
  • and then everyone kind of forgets about it bc Gryffindor caught the snitch 
  • Remus didn’t though
  • so at the after party Remus goes and confronts Sirius about what exactly happened out there
  • and all Sirius say’s is “I thought it was kind of obvious that you’re mine but apparently not”
  • and Remus looses it bc no he’s not Sirius’s bc Sirius never had the balls to ask him out so they are not dating
  • “Well why didn’t you ask ME out MOony hmmm”
  • “Because you light bulb i was waiting for you to make the first more”
  • “well i was waiting for YOU to make the first move”
  • and then awkward silence bc teenagers are bad at feelings so they just kind of look at each other until Lilly yells “So are you guys dating now or not bc James owes me 10 gallons if you are”
  • and you know let it be known that messing with james will always be both Remus and Sirius’s favorite activity so they both answer yes and thats how they started dating
  • turns out a lot more people owed Lilly money also
  •  Lilly bribed the ravenclaw lad to get things rolling and they shared the profits 50/50
  • turns out that ravenclaw was  Kingsley Shacklebolt
The fuck and chuck, I could have handled. We were mutually using each other. But this? This weird, pseudo-relationship limbo? This was too much. I was fine when you just wanted to eat *ahem* your cake, but I got confused when you wanted to have it too. He must like me, I thought. I guess he IS kind of cool, I thought. Maybe I actually like him too. And maybe it was an underlying desire for attention, or maybe it’s just because it seemed easy at the time, but just like that, I was trapped in a windowless dungeon of “I like you, but.”
—  A Letter To The Guy You’re Hooking Up With, From The Girl He’ll Never Marry, A Rebuttal
Frat Boy Niall Pt. Three: (Dirty) One Shot

This will make more sense if you read Part One and Part Two first.

My writing (masterlist for mobile)

smut warning

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“Jeanine, this is the best party ever,” Rochelle gushed as she stumbled into the kitchen.

 

“Hang on,” I said, taking two short strides over to her to grab her arm before she fell over. She was clutching tightly to her red solo cup on which someone had written “WORLD’S BEST SECRETARY.” I led her over to the sink, supporting her weight as she tottered on unsteady heels. I took her cup, dumped the alcohol down the sink, and filled it with water. “Drink this, then you can go back to beer,” I told her.

 

“Seriously,” she slurred, now leaning against me. “I know you didn’t want to do ‘CEOs and Office Hoes’ since the Gamma Delts did it last fall, but come on, aren’t you having fun?”

 

“Of course I’m having fun! I’ve been looking forward to a good party since I got off the cruise ship.”

 

She gave me a look that would have been levelling if her eyes didn’t keep sliding out of focus. “Meet any good guys?” she asked.

 

My mind jumped to Niall, and Tom, and the fight they’d had in the pool lounge, but mostly I remembered fucking Niall three times in two days.

 

“Nah,” I said. “Just a bunch of asshole KAs.”

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For @crazyprechaun because she told me : what about Harry crushing over that cute blonde boy in the library, wearing thick framed glasses and he doesn’t realise he’s the same boy he spent all night dancing with the day before…


Harry’s head feels like it’s about to explode with the force of his horrible headache. He shouldn’t have let Liam and Louis bring him to the club last night but when those two combine forces, it’s pretty much impossible to say no. 

But drinking as much as he did and ditching his friends to spend the night dancing with that cute blonde boy was his decision and his own only.

He thinks about him again, as he pushes his little tray full of big textbooks down the library aisles, as he tries to forget his killing headache and the fact that he could pretty much drink his own weight in water with how dry is mouth feels. 

He thinks about a blonde fringe peaking from under a bright red snap back and how the collar of his tank top was hanging low, showing a chest matted with light brown hair and his lovely collarbones. 

He remembers arms, just the right amount of muscles on them as they were holding on Harry’s waist. A smile, almost as bright as his eyes as he was looking up at Harry, his hips stitches to Harry’s own as they were grinding on the dance floor. 

It’s a blur really, of bright blonde hair, looking almost gold under the bright coloured lights of the club, of red lips and red snap back, of warm hands and warm lips. A blur of fumbled movements, filled with alcohol and want and he doesn’t even think he could recognize him if he sees him again on campus. 

Which makes him really, really sad because he was quite beautiful and his hands felt like heaven on Harry’s waist.

They didn’t talk, not at all. 

He didn’t even had the chance to ask for his name as Louis came rushing between them, pulling at Harry’s arms and telling him they were leaving. 

Harry learned once they were sitting in the taxi that Liam and Louis got into a fight. Again. Where Liam was Harry had no idea. He sent him a text asking if he was okay and all he got in return was a thumb up and an angry face.

He remembers again, feeling warm hands on his hips, and a chest moulding to his back. Remembers being turned around after a few songs to be faced with a beautiful blonde boy dressed like some frat boy with some mischievous light in his bright eyes and Harry just let himself dance with him and enjoy the moment. 

That until Louis made them part ways and he swear he saw a bit of disappointed in those beautiful eyes as he was walking backward, being pulled by a very angry looking Louis. The last thing he saw was his beautiful frat boy waving at him with a small smile on his lips but his eyes, his oh so expressive eyes were not smiling. 

So Harry is thinking about him now, as he is sporting a hangover the size of the moon, trying to work through is morning shift at the campus’ library. 

He gets distracted though, as he puts some books back on the shelves because just on the other side of it sits a boy and Harry’s breath catches in his throat with how beautiful he is.

He wears a black button up with the sleeves rolled all the way up to his elbows and too many buttons are undone, showing a chest reminding him of his frat boy’s from last night. His hair are blond too, completely messed up by the way he keeps running this fingers through it. 

On top of his nose are dark framed glasses and he looks like the cutest nerd Harry has ever seen and his cheeks are bright red with frustration as he keeps typing and deleting stuff on his laptop. 

He’s too far to be certain, but Harry thinks to boy’s skin is painted with a galaxy of freckles and Harry wants to taste them all with the tip of his tongue.

He looks like some artist, like a young James Dean mixed with a successful business man and Harry suddenly wants to discover every versions of him. 

Harry keeps pushing his little tray between the aisles and his eyes are still on the blond boy. He can’t stop starring at him, can’t get his eyes off of him because he is still a bit dizzy from last night and from that stupid frat boy he probably won’t see again and maybe he can forget him in the arms of that cute little nerd over here.

That’s where he is in his train of thoughts when of course, clumsy Harry decides to make an appearance and his foot get stuck somewhere in some imaginary crack on the floor and bam, he falls on his ass in the middle of the library. 

He does it quite loudly because his tray of books does the same, falling sideways and all of the books on it are now on the floor. Some of them are at some weird angles and Harry wishes he didn’t ruined any of them because his boss is going to  be mad. 

“You okay mate?”

Harry pushes his long hair away from his face and he knows he is bright red with embarrassment. Of course, when he looks up, it’s him, looking down with concern in his beautiful blue eyes.

“Physically I’m fine, emotionally, I’m bruised.”

He smiles at Harry’s joke and them something like recognition flashes behind those cute glasses, “Oh. Hello. You were pretty fast to run away last night…”

No! Is it… It can’t be him?

“You’re my cute frat boy?!”

His cheeks turns a shade of red so deep at those words and Harry realises what he just said, my frat boy. Fuck.

“Uh… I mean, you know, you’re not mine but we danced and then I had to leave because Louis was mad and –”

“Is Louis your boyfriend?”

“My what? No! He’s just my best friend.”

Harry then tries to sit up because it’s weird to have that kind of conversation sitting on the library floor surrounded by books and blond frat/nerd boy gives him a hand, helping him get up.

He keeps his hand into Harry’s even when he is up and steady on his feet. He looks up at Harry again, just the way he did the night before but now, he is doing it through those cute little glasses and Harry can feel his heart flutter with how bad he wants him.

“M’Niall,” he says, his thumb running circles on Harry’s hands “Was quite bummed about you leaving so fast last night.”

“My friends fought and we had to leave. I’m really sorry. And I’m Harry.”

“Well Harry, how about you tell me at what time you’re off from work so I can buy you a coffee and we can maybe talk about me being yours or summat.”

Harry can’t help but burst out laughing at those words, smacking a hand on his mouth afterwards because they are still in a library and some students are trying to work somewhere. Harry have no idea where they are though, because the only thing he can see is Niall standing in front of him. His smile is fond when he looks at Harry, biting at his bottom lip to keep his own laugh inside.

“I’d like that a lot. I’m off at one.”

“It’s a date then.”

Late Night Date

Word Count: 2398

A/M: So a part two for the Frat Parties one shot was highly requested. So here it is! It may be a little late but I just wanted it to be good and so I really hope this delivers and is great. This is also my longest one shots so far but no one cares about that. Anyway I hope you enjoy it :)

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You were in your room “working” on your paper. With your books sprawled across the bed, with a loose sheet of paper on one side, and your laptop with Netflix and videos on on the other side, things weren’t necessarily productive.

After clicking on the next episode to watch and indulge in, you heard the text tone go off on your phone. You glanced at your phone and saw it was from ‘that frat guy’.”
You giggled and opened the text and replied back.

Ever since meeting him that night about a week ago, that boy hadn’t left your mind, and with texting back and forth, if he wanted you to forget about him, he was making it incredibly hard to do so.

“Hey [Y/N]. A couple of us are going out for the night. You wanna come with?” your friend asked, walking into your room. They already looked dressed up and ready to go, whereas you were sat on your bed, doing everything but your work. “Wait. Who are you texting?” They asked looking at you suspiciously.

“No one.”

“You’re texting Harry again aren’t you? I told you [Y/N]. He’s bad news. Just forget about him and come out with us. Lots of people will be there. Better than him.” They tried, you sighed.

“I can’t. I’ve got this stupid paper to work on.”

“Oh come on…”

“No. I’m not going!” you said defensively and they gave you a look, “Okay okay. Fine then. No need to overreact. We’ll be at the party down the street. You know, if you feel like joining us later.” They winked, and left the place with a group of their friends, leaving you to finally be alone.

Though after some time to yourself, you figured you earned a break from your ‘hard work’, and got up going to pick up a little treat for yourself down at the coffee shop and pick up a drink. As you paid for your things you heard your name being called, and when you turned you saw Harry standing right there, a smile on his face and looking quite happy to see you.

“Oh, long time no see!” you smiled back at him, taking your drink from the person behind the counter.

He began laughing, “Yeah. We’ve been texting more than we’ve seen each other haven’t we?”

“Yup.”

“So… what brings you here?”

“To the coffee shop? Well. Coffee? More specifically caffeine.” You said taking a sip of your drink.

“Uh.. not to sound abrasive, but DO YOU MIND MOVING PLEASE?” a very imitating man had said to the both of you, as you had blocked his way to get his order in.

“Oops. I’m sorry.” You said and left without saying anything else to it, but when you turned to talk to Harry again, you saw that he was still there in front of the guy, his eyebrows furrowed looking quite mad at the man that had told you so rudely to move. “Harry” you called feeling a little nervous about the vibe now in the air between him and the stranger. But at the call of your name and one more intimidating glance to the guy, he left and walked towards you, the both of you leaving the shop.

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