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King of Memes

Or, how Tony Found Out About Bucky’s Blog. 

Tony couldn’t seep. Sometimes he managed a few hours if he was tired enough, so usually he went to the gym and worked out until he was exhausted. Tonight, though, he found the gym already occupied: Barnes, with his hair tied up, working steadily at the heavy bag. Normally Tony would make an awkward comment and leave him to it, but instead he just heads for the opposite side of the gym. After setting up at one of the far treadmills, Tony worked his way to a easy run. Barnes was laying his fists rhythmically into the bag, and the quiet thumping was sort of strangely soothing. Between the running and the thumping, Tony slipped into a near-trancelike state.

 And then Barnes let out an ungodly howl, drew back his left fist, and slammed it straight through the heavy bag with a roar of, “DIE A THOUSAND BURNING DEATHS!”

Tony fell off the treadmill, scrambled to his feet, and booked it to the elevator.

kingofmemes posted:

holy shit you guys there was a spider on my punching bag !!! thanks to my many years of combat experience & martial arts training things are okay now

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One Last Time

Originally posted by soyiyoyo

Request: Would you like please make a Imagine Chekov properly saying goodbye to the ship’s crew? Because I need that - @putthephaserdownplease

A/N: I deleted the playlist a made to make my friend cry when I moved like a week before getting the request and it would have been such perfect mood music for this. I feel like that karma for making a playlist of song that would make my friend cry. Also Keenser’s totally find; you guys don’t have to worry. Little guy just got all tuckered out. 

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Draco Malfoy x Reader

College AU

Word Count: 1166

Draco becomes captain of the college football team on a Tuesday.

Has a felt “C” stitched onto his letterman jacket, directly over where his heart should be.

And it isn’t so exciting as it is expected.

Because there’s over forty miles of a months run time beneath Draco’s feet and sleep purple lines beneath his eyes; there are suffering grades exchanged for longer gym hours and substantial donations to the team from his father -

And there are needles, anabolics, a peculiar tenderness that’s centralized to the bruises biting across Draco’s muscles that really shouldn’t be there -

Draco becomes captain of his college football team on a Tuesday.

And everything, everything comes apart on Thursday.


He isn’t sure how she gets into the locker room. Only knows that when he turns the corner, steam from the showers still clouding his eyes and a hand clutching the towel strung dangerously low across his hips, she’s there - fingers clutching the open door of his locker and a camera, an albatross, a laminated press pass that the school journalists use at the games strung around her neck.

The steroids - all clear, glass bottles with suspiciously still liquid inside, bags of pills that aren’t so much organized as they are haphazardly thrown together - are at the forefront of his locker.

In plain view.

And it’s obvious, really -

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asks, anger coloring his voice like he’s sure red is beginning to bloom blotchily across his cheeks. “Why is my locker open?”

He takes a step forward. Slams it so hard the the sound rattles in the back of his skull.

He’d barely missed her fingers.

He isn’t sure, at this point, if he particularly cares.

The girl’s expression - somewhat indiscerable, innocuous and innocent, almost, before - ripples with distaste.

“The real question, I think, is why do you have drugs in your locker?”

And Draco had anticipated this. Still can’t help but freeze as he runs his tongue along his teeth, thinks about the way a lie would taste -


The drugs weren’t -

They were never supposed to be a serious thing. Had started with Potter, with their vicious, viscid rivalry, with endless nights of music blaring in his ears and his heart rate spiking on a treadmill monitor, a chance to win, for once.

It had started with Flint’s sharp edged grin. An offer that was more like a guarantee.

“You know Potter won’t do it,” he’d said, flicked that first fucking pill Draco’s way. “This - this is what’s gonna give you an edge, man. This is how you win.”

And for Draco -

Losing wasn’t ever really an option.


He deflects.

Grips the towel around his waist a little tighter and takes another step forward, till the still-damp ends of his hair are brushing against the girls forehead and his expression - a manufactured brand of anger that shouldn’t be so severe - is reflecting back at him in her eyes.

“Did you take pictures?” He asks, is exercising a certain amount of restraint in not yanking it from around her neck and looking for himself.

Because his fate hasn’t quite been sealed until he’s heard the camera click, until she can conclusively prove that he’d snagged the captaincy, the championship, the records on his run times and reps on his bench press with the help of steroids in his veins and a needle in his arm.

The edges of her mouth twist up into a smile. “It wouldn’t be very believable without pictures now, would it?”

It occurs to him that this - the girl and the camera and the headlines that he can already see - “Senator’s Son Stealing Titles with Steroids” -

It’s really fucking bad.


It had hurt at first.

And when he says that, Draco isn’t quite sure what he means.

The drugs - that had stung, stung, stung the first time he dipped a needle into the meat of a muscle, that had burned when he pressed down and seared like guilt - or the rivalry - that he always seems to be fucking losing, coming in just one second behind and falling just one rung below - the acceptance that he’d wanted from his father and never quite got, no, not when Granger had pilfered the highest grades in their year and Potter had made the team before him, not when -

It had hurt at first.

And Draco would be lying if he said it didn’t still.


“Listen,” he says, and the angers gone now, replaced by a gnawing sort of desperation that he just can’t tamp down. “You can’t publish those pictures - It will ruin me.”

“You’ve been using steroids, Draco,” she retorts. And he knows that he’s seen her, before - she’d been one of the ones to join Granger’s social justice club, who’d always been at Potter’s heels. “I’m pretty sure that’s grounds for getting kicked off the team, out of school. I’m pretty sure it’s even illegal -”

And it is.

He’d checked.

Knows all about jail time and permanent records and the plausible repercussions for getting caught.

“Please -” he tries, feels the words snag in his throat. “You don’t understand - If this gets out, I’m done. And I know that I shouldn’t have fucking done it but -”

He hadn’t quite realized he was crying.

Not until the girl was reaching up to brush away a tear with her thumb and was looking at him like she hadn’t quite seen him before.

“You can’t do it again,” she says.

And he nods. Gasps for the breath of air that his lungs are clamoring for. “I swear to god, I just- I-”

“You’re lucky that I found them, and not somebody else,” she says.

The camera clicks as she deletes the photo.


Draco finds her in the courtyard on a Monday, and his lungs are raw and his muscles are sore and it’s been three weeks, now, of bruised knuckles and bloody lips and the puncture wounds at his veins clearing up.

She’s sitting beneath the boughs of a gnarled oak tree, aiming a camera lens at the shrouded, cloud mottled sky.

He hears the camera click.

Shoves his hands in his pockets and runs his tongue along his teeth.

“Hey -” he calls out, watches as she sits, abruptly, and turns to look at him with something like hesitancy in her eyes.

“Hey,” she replies.

“I saw you at the game last week.”

Hadn’t been able to stop the shutter of memories from that day as he ran fingers along the knot of veins at his elbow bend and leaned into the hustle-

“And I was just wondering,” he rocks back on his heels, recalls the fucking fascination that flickers in his gut when he catches sight of her across campus, meets her eyes during a class. “Would you wanna grab a coffee with me sometime? I’d love to talk about, you know, journalism.”

She smiles.


They have coffee on a Thursday.

And it doesn’t quite end there -

51/100 Ways To Say ‘I Love You’

Pairing: Vampire! Ong Seongwoo / Reader  ft. Fairy! Jihoon and Vampire! Daniel (? idk)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 607 

A/N When you can’t write kissing scenes cause you’ve never had one…ಥ_ಥ

Warnings: There is like minor swearing but like really really minor. Like if you blink you’ll miss it. Idk, just in case anyone is offended by it. 

51) “Are you sure?”

Vampires. Mythical beings capable of wreaking havoc and chaos, all while being wrapped in a coat of deception and seduction. They haunted the medieval era, leaving traces of mockery in the form of scattered lives which littered the towns. At least, that’s what they were supposed to be… 

However, as you stood at the entrance, glancing over at Seongwoo who was huddled in the corner of the dimly-lit room, you found it almost impossible to be terrified. Not when he’s clutching a hello kitty stuffed toy like a small child. 

“Seongwoo~~” You cooed gently, tentatively taking a small step towards him. “You can’t stay like that all day. You need to get some sun, get something to eat!“ 

“Oh I see how it is babe.” He mumbled, his voice being distorted by the large plush toy. “Now you’re really pushing it." 

"Just tell me what’s wro-" 

"NO! Stop right there!” He yelled abruptly, before the room fell into silence. Soft whimpers escaped from his lips as he turned to face you. His eyes shone of desperation and fear, they spoke of his internal turmoil and conflict, framed by the ever growing dark circles. “I don’t want to hurt you…" 

"But…Jihoon told me you were in trouble…” you trailed off as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. Your concern increasing tenfold. 

Seongwoo froze, his eyes entrapped by the smooth expanse of your skin as your fingers continued to tug at the fraying hem. Letting out a choked sob, he threw a nearby sweater directly into your face. Real smooth… 

“Jihoon! You little fairy shit! How could you bring the loVE OF MY LIFE HERE?!” Seongwoo yelled into the open door. 

“Excuse you!” Jihoon called back, his voice rung of an airy clarity which contrasted against Seongwoo’s smooth and deeper voice. “You need to feed! You get a little cranky when you’re hungry!" 

"So you brought my (Y/N) here to die?!" 

"Whatever I’m leaving!” Jihoon yelled straightening his wings before literally jumping out the window. 

Then it clicked on your mind, remembering that Seongwoo was always slightly repulsed by the idea of having to hurt someone else. He’d often opted to completely starve himself unless Daniel was able to nick a bag from the blood bank. Man…Mythical creatures were weird. 

“I mean…I guess you could have some…" 

Dropping the toy from his hands, his eyes snapped to yours immediately shocked by your seemingly, willingness. 

"Are you sure?" 

"What’s the worst that could happen?” You scoffed, taking quick strides across the room. 

“You are far too optimistic” Seongwoo muttered, his eyes softening as you approached him. 

He cupped you face gently in his palms, watching for any hesitance on your part. Instead, he was met by doe eyes of determination and stubbornness. He always adored all these personal traits that spelled you. 

Seongwoo’s eyes trailed from your eyes down the gentle slope of your nose, to find its rest at the curves of your lips. Craning his head down, he met your lips in a gentle caress, hands finding home in the tangle of your hair. With you lips moving in perfect harmony, you barely notice as Seongwoo walked you against the wall, molding your bodies together. His lips began trailing butterfly kisses downwards towards your neck, each peck was punctuated with soft murmurs of adoration. 


“Seongwoo I’m home!!!!” Daniel yelled from the entrance. “Where are yo- shit oh my god. I’m so sorry!” He yelped, tossing a bag of suspicious maroon liquid into Seongwoo’s arm before running in the opposite direction. 

“Well… that solves that… I guess.” You sigh, feeling oddly disappointed for some strange reason.

Links: Masterlist 

First Impressions

Mob Boss! Bendy belongs to @thelostmoongazer

Abel the Rebel Angel belongs to @the-vampire-inside-me

Bendjamin belongs to me

I’m so sorry if I keep spamming you two😣

“So you said that you found this old, abandoned animation studio that is loaded with crates of ink?”

“I didn’t say that! I said I found this old, abandoned animation studio that houses this infamous ‘ink machine’ that caught my attention!”

“Ink machine, eh? Sounds interesting.”

The blue haired angel lit his cigar and popped it in his mouth, allowing the smoke to dance across the atmosphere as the toon puffed and puffed.

“Yeah, angel face! We could harvest buttloads of ink from that machine! We should definitely go and investigate!”

The demon wore a toothed grin, his pie-cut eyes filled with excitement and determination. He looked like a child in a toy store, ready to grab every plastic figurine off the shelves and make a beeline toward the exit.

“Calm down, devil boy. I have a very tight schedule today. Maybe some other time.” The rebel angel addressed his partner.

“Sure. Would that tight schedule include sitting on the side of the road and blowing puffs of smoke, or would that include going to the Anie girl and-”

“Shut your trap or I’ll blow your damn brains out.” Abel sneered, blowing smoke in Bendy’s face. The devil coughed and wheezed, fanning away the putrid vapor as the angel grinned sheepishly.

“How did you even find this studio anyways?” The rebel angel asked his comrade.

“Well, hehe. Let’s just say that I may have sneaked into the human world and happened to walk right into it. It looked pretty cool, so I explored it for a little bit. Lemme just say, it was spooky as hell, but then I found that machine!” Bendy narrated.

“You went into the human world?! Bendy, you could have been caught, you imbecile!!!”

“But I didn’t! I’m very stealthy.”

Abel turned his head away, pouting while at the same time glaring daggers at the demon toon. Bendy, who couldn’t so much as hold back his excitement, was smiling from ear to ear.

If he even had ears.

He stepped closer to Abel, so close that he was practically breathing down his neck. With a dopey countenance, he whispered, “I know you want tooooooooo.”

Abel sighed, pushing Bendy’s face away as he said, “Fine. If you want to go so badly, we can go. Just behave yourself. Don’t go too crazy, alright?”

“Yes father.”

Sneaking past the humans was the hard part, considering that Abel’s wings were so big and voluptuous that they were almost impossible to hide. He considered taking his jacket with him, but then figured it would be a quick trip and that his jacket would not be necessary. Bendy had to stop a few times just to help his feathered friend surpass the stealth factor in order to get to that abandoned studio. Both toons could feel the odd glares they were receiving from the humans, and that made their current situation even worse. They resorted to hiding behind every trashcan or bush that crossed their path, which made their journey seem even LONGER. Abel started to get annoyed, but tried to remain patient, taking deep breaths in and out.

The situation was apparently very funny to Bendy, as he kept throwing in silent snickers and chuckles. His face was flushed red, watching as the rebel angel dove behind the nearby bush as a human walked by, the feathers in his wings intertwining with leaves. Once the human passed by, Abel continued his march. He tried side-stepping around the bush, doing everything he could to tread lightly and keep his arms outstretched so that he would not lose his balance.

But then…


Abel fell backwards, landing in the damned bush and catching leaves in his mouth. This sent Bendy cackling, holding his head as he gasped for air. The blue winged angel toon spat out the leaves and stood up from the bush, brushing himself off and turning around to find his friend wheezing.

“Shut up. Just…shut up.” Abel mumbled, his face flushed pure blue.


“We’re here! Finally.” Bendy said, relieved.

“Well I’m sorry. Next time I’ll bring my jacket.”

“Yeah you better. Now open the door, angel cake, and explore the wonders of…”

Bendy looked up at the building and read the title.

“J-Joey Drew Studios.”

The angel rolled his eyes and Bendy grinned nervously.

Abel wasn’t surprised to find the door ajar, and pushed it open with ease. The door gave way, producing the ghastly sounds of ominous creaking and squeaking. It looked pretty intact, but it also looked like it could fall apart at any minute. Abel set one foot in the door, and something about the quiet and creepy atmosphere doesn’t sit right with him. Just the general demeanor and the way it sent shivers down the angel’s spine, it sounded off so many alarms inside his head.

Weird fact about Abel is that for years now, he’s had extremely accurate discernment when it comes to bad things. For his entire life, he’s never been wrong, and this place was raising all the red flags in his head. The angel stepped further into the studio, but he might as well have just walked out right then and there because he knew that something was not right. Bendy started to squeal, pushing ahead of Abel and walking down the hallway into the main area. Listening and watching Bendy jump for joy was like watching a little kid wander around Disneyland.

“Hey Bendy! What did I say earlier?”

“Yeah yeah, I heard your instructions dad, stop yelling at me!”

Abel, once again, rolled his eyes, and started to analyze the studio. He traced the walls, leaving no plank of wood unscathed. He glanced at the posters, and noticed one that read,

“Bendy in Little Devil Darling”

The toon found it pretty bizarre that this poster would share the same name as his partner, but just shrugged it off. Maybe it was just a coincidence.

The poster portrayed a gloved hand and music notes on the corners. It was a simple looking poster, and yet, it didn’t seem to lighten the mood at all from the feel of the rest of the studio. Abel continued on, striding into the main area, which held tables, chairs, and a projector that, to his surprise, was turned on.

‘Maybe Bendy turned it on and forgot to turn it off.’ The angel thought to himself.

He walked over to the projector, turned it off, and started to walk away until-


The angel whipped around to find the projector working again. He furrowed his brow in confusion and uncertainty, and figured that Bendy was playing a practical prank on him. He clenched his fist and exclaimed,

“Hahahaha very funny asshole!! Where the hell are you?!”

“Abel, you m-might wanna see this!” Bendy exclaimed back.

At that moment, Abel definitely knew that something was not right with this place. How did the projector turn on by itself? Was there anyone else here?

Abel started to think that they were not alone in that animation studio.

“Abel!!!” Bendy cried out to his friend again.

“I-I’m coming, I’m coming!”

The rebel angel spread his wings and swiftly flew to where he heard the devil’s voice. The animation studio had seemed so big that someone could have gotten lost easily. Abel dropped down next to his comrade, who wore an…unreadable expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, concerned.


Abel followed his gaze towards the object that he was referring to.

It was a corpse.

An old, decaying wolf’s corpse.

The smell was horrid and intensely foul. There was a large slathering of chunky red bits strewn all over the wolf’s…guts. Their belly had been slashed open in an agglomeration of intestines, digestive organs, glistening blood, entrails, and other bodily fluids that leaked out all over the floor around them. The wolf was a mess of slimy blobs and viscera. Not to mention that their heart seemed to not be present. Not only was the carcass’s stomach exposed, but their chest was as well! The wolf’s ribs jutted out to the sides, blood and ink dripping from the tips.

One look at the corpse’s face could haunt someone forever. The wolf’s mouth was agape, ink trickling down the front. All the color was drained from their eyes, leaving nothing but a red tint and bulging veins. One could classify them as bloodshot, though this cadaver wore the eyes of the devil himself. The corpse’s arms and legs were bound to an operating table by thick straps, implying that the wolf was held there against their will. The straps looked to be in a little bit of a tattered position, indicating that the wolf put up one hell of a fight in order to avoid the inevitable.

The wolf tried, but they failed.

Words could not describe the puke factor coursing through Abel and Bendy’s bodies. Bendy’s legs began to shake, for the corpse reminded him too much of Boris.

Funny, it looked just like him.

“O-oh my god.” Abel quivered, fighting the urge to blow chunks. His breath got caught in his throat, and he started to violently cough.

“It’s horrible. Who would do such a drastic thing?” Bendy whimpered.

The rebel angel felt a searing pain gush throughout his frame, causing him to drop to his knees. His arms wrapped around his abdomen, and before he knew it, he was heaving immensely.

An unpleasant-looking black fluid was running down Abel’s mouth and pooling up on the floor beneath his knees, and it wasn’t stopping.

Bendy dropped down next to his winged friend and started to pat his back, gaping at the suspicious black liquid in awe.

“Ugh! What the hell?! What is that?!” He exclaimed.

Bendy hesitantly collected a bit of it on his finger and studied it. It wasn’t blood, that was for sure. It was almost tar-like in consistency, smooth and viscid. It was like ink, but not exactly. It seemed to be glowing as well.

“Why is something like this coming out of my body?!” Abel shrieked. He gagged and choked, unable to stop the fluid from pouring out of his mouth.

“Uwaaaaaagh!!” Abel screamed as he held his head in his hands and looked at Bendy, terrified. Bendy exchanged his look of terror with a look of extreme concern.

But try as the angel might to stop the pain, the pain was determined not to be ignored. He started to feel dizzy, like his soul and body were separating. He became severely aware of his own mass, and started obsessing over it. He felt so heavy, his head in particular.

“B-Bendy, i-it hurts so much…IT HURTS LIKE HELL!!! It’s burning me from the inside!!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!!!” Abel screamed out in agony.

‘All the pressure is in my head. I can see…b-blood vessels press against my face and arms. I can see blood behind my eyelids! They’re covering my eyes like a blindfold, and it just keeps coming and coming and coming! Where is all this blood coming from?! Why is this happening?!’


“I’M THINKING I’M THINKING!! JUST TAKE DEEP BREATHS!!” Bendy yelled. He hated being under pressure, and this is a situation that he did NOT want to be in right now.

Abel felt like he was going to die, and if he was, death was taking forever to reach him. Though only half conscious, the rebel angel was rolling all over the floor, holding his stomach tighter and tighter, causing his pain to immense greatly. It was like an automatic reflex – the body’s struggle for life when life was being denied it. All Bendy could see, as he watched his friend writhe around on the floor, was proof positive that he was truly suffering. He had to help him. He HAD to.

But how?

He kneeled down next to Abel in a very quick notion and started rubbing his back. He tried his best to calm down his friend, talking to him in a soothing voice. This was a side of Bendy that Abel had never seen before, and he sure as hell wasn’t gonna let it go to waste. The black tar-like liquid started to drain out, no longer seen flowing out of the winged toon’s mouth. Bendy kept repeating the same things,

“Take it easy, take it easy. Deep breaths, there you go. Everything’s gonna be alright. I know I can be an asshole, but no man gets left behind. You’re gonna make it through this, buddy.”

Gradually, Abel began to calm down. ‘I’ve never seen Bendy act so…adult. Guess he’s got some maternal instincts that must have kicked in. I definitely owe him a drink later.’ He thought.

The angel exhaled softly, wiping his mouth with his gloved hand, staining the white fabric with little black stains. He looked up at Bendy, who looked back at him with beads of ink sliding down his face.

“H-Hey angel face, feeling better? You cooled down now? Hehe…” Bendy tiredly asked, exhausted from all the pressure that was emitted on both of them.

“Yeah yeah laugh it off, you two-faced jerk. God that hurt like the dickens. Didn’t exactly expect you to act like that. I thought you were gonna punch it out of me.” Abel sighed, glancing at the demon with a conniving smirk.

“Nah. You were in so much pain already. Besides, I knew that if you actually died and I was the cause of it, you would come back to haunt me later.”

Abel snickered. He admired his friend’s sense of humor, even if it was dark sometimes. He could never really understand Bendy, but that’s what made his friend a lot more interesting. The angel didn’t have time to catch himself when he noticed he was beaming brightly.

“Uh, angel cake? You okay?” Bendy asked, waving a hand in front of Abel’s face. Abel took notice, and all the color drained from his cheeks. He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

“Y-yeah yeah! I-I’m fine, hehe hehe!” He chuckled sheepishly.

“Wow! That was one heck of a show!”

Abel and Bendy cocked their heads to gander at the figure who spoke to them, only to find nothing.


“Aw, did I interrupt this best friend reunion? How rude of me, heehee!”

“Who’s there?! Show yourself, bucko!” Bendy exclaimed, asking for the presence that somewhat disturbed the once peaceful atmosphere that was going on between the two amigos.

“Hahahaha! To be able to concern about another person’s well-being, that it torments you to the core, it’s an exquisite stigma that affects the living and the dead alike.”

“Who are you?” Abel asked solemnly.

“I’m…a friend.”

“…I see.”

Abel and Bendy grew extremely confused. Who were they talking to? Obviously this person wanted their presence to be known, but it shook the two toons to their core.

They really weren’t alone in that old, abandoned studio.

“You two have just arrived at this studio, have you not?” The person asked, still refusing to show themself.

“That’s right. Did you come here as well? Can’t say that I’ve heard your voice around Toon Town.” Bendy said. Abel couldn’t believe that he was actually making conversation with this unknown presence.

But, it feels nice to know that they were not the only ones there. This sounded like a person that they could trust.

“Actually, I died here quite a while ago.” The presence stated, in a surprisingly calm manner.

“Died?!” Abel asked in shock, surprised that this person that they were talking to was…dead.

The angel and demon both exchanged glances towards one another, both wearing the exact same expression.


“So, y-you’re a-”

“Ghost? Heehee! That would be correct!” The voice seemed to take pleasure in seeing the looks of horror in Bendy and Abel’s faces, not only in their faces, but in their tones of voice as well. The mobsters could hear the silent giggling that was emitting from the person’s throat, and that’s when Bendy lost it.

“Goddamnit, show yourself already!!!!!” He yelled, his voice echoing off the walls.

“Okay geez! Mr. Bossy!” The person said in a childlike manner.

The figure stepped forward, and both the friends gasped.

What stood in front of them was a toon, about 5'8", and their hair took on the same shape of Bendy’s pointy horns and a pointy devil’s tail appeared and wrapped itself around the figure’s black suit. Long black pants flowed all the way down to their pointy shoes, and their face consisted of big royal blue eyes, a small mouth, and black streaks running from their eyes to the sides of their chin. The toon fixed their white gloves as they smiled a sassy grin at Bendy and Abel.

“Well, here I am! What do you think?”

Aside from the normal appearance of their clothes, something was not right. The toon cultivated a purple glow around their body, and their eyes fabricated a luminescent blue shimmer. Their ghostly appearance sent more shivers down Abel’s spine, and he could sense Bendy shaking a little. The toons had no words for the person that awaited a response from them.

“Hello? Earth to you two?” The ghost toon asked, waving a transparent gloved hand in front of their faces. They were like a child, more like HE was a child, acting as if they committed a crime and they were acting all innocent in front of their parents. Abel and Bendy looked up at the toon, who crossed his arms and said,

“You know, it’s not nice to barge into someone’s home without properly introducing themselves!”

‘Home?’ Bendy thought to himself.

“My name’s Abel, and this delinquent looking toon right here is Bendy.” Abel calmly introduced themselves to the toon. Bendy glared at Abel, unsatisfied with the name that was placed upon him.

‘Delinquent looking?! Why I outta-’

“Abel and Bendy! Those are nice names! My nickname is Bendy, but my real name is Bendjamin! It’s such a pleasure to meet you both! Now, what exactly are you two doing here in my studio?” The ghost demon asked.

“Excuse me, I think WE’RE the ones who should be asking questions here!” Bendy exclaimed, changing Bendjamin’s cheery face to a shocked one. Abel started to get in on it, and asked,

“Yes, what do you mean by ‘you died here quite a while ago?’ How did you die?”

“My personal life is not of your concern!” Bendjamin exclaimed, his voice sounding demonic. Abel swore he saw the ghost’s eyes go bloodshot, just like the eyes of the wolf corpse he saw earlier, and suddenly the whole studio began to shake.

“Uwah!” Bendy gasped. The rebel angel and devil maintained their footing as the ground began to quake, trying their best not to fall over.

After a while, all went quiet and still. Abel and Bendy glanced at Bendjamin, startled, who glanced at them back with a worry-filled mien on his countenance.

“I’m truly sorry! Sometimes my temper gets out of hand, heehee!” He tittered.

“…what the f**k are you?!” Bendy yelled, his patience wearing thinner and thinner. Bendjamin suddenly shot him a deadly look, his bloodshot eyes reappearing and scaring the living daylights out of Abel. The studio began to quake once again, and both Bendy and Abel fell backwards, landing on their rears and injuring their backs. Bendjamin glared at both of them with a deadly glint in his lifeless eyes. Ink started to drip down his face and onto the floor, and they seemed to burn a hole within the wooden planks. The ghost approached the mobsters, holding two items in both of his hands. He pinned down both of their shoulders with the items, which happened to be syringes filled with some sort of green liquid. He drove the needles straight into their shoulders, so hard that they sliced all the way through their flesh, if you could even call it flesh, down until the tip of the needle touched the floor. Abel and Bendy both howled in pain, trying their best to pull the needles out, but it was like they were affixed to the ground. They were almost impossible to pull up.

“HAHAHAHAHA!!! You think you can just BARGE into my humble abode and yell at me like that?! I tried to be friendly, but you two are starting to piss. Me. Off. You’re lucky I didn’t KILL you when I first laid eyes on you. All you toon dumba**es can go rot in a corner for all I care.” Bendjamin scowled at the helpless toons as they continued to struggle against the syringes, but to no avail.

“You thought that you could come in and take whatever you wanted, WELL LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, F**KERS!!!”

Bendjamin dashed his way over to Abel and Bendy, his feet not even touching the ground, and got so close to their faces that their noses, if they had noses, were practically touching.

“You’re going to be here for a long time.”

“You’re gonna burn in hell for this.” Abel leered, making Bendjamin laugh hysterically.


Suddenly, Abel felt something wrap around his throat. He looked down to find a noose being tied, very tightly, around his neck. He looked up at Bendjamin, whose face was a mix of pure insanity and madness. He was smiling from ear to ear, his fangs bared and ink dripping onto Abel, burning his clothes.

“I’m already in hell.”

Submission: The Gods Have Lost Their Minds (Or: Maui is not a damn BABYSITTER, Moana needs to stop laughing, Obito's hay fever causes copious amounts of destruction, and Kakashi wants to electrocute something. Probably Maui. Possibly the brain-dead chicken.)

“Can you STOP SNEEZING LAVA for TEN MINUTES, please?” Maui tried to keep the edge of despair out of his voice as he watched the bizzare half-demon kid launch himself backwards off the boat from the force of the glob of molten rock that just erupted from his mouth and nose.
Beside him, Moana was trying to stifle laughter as the ocean deposited the now waterlogged boy on the deck once more.
The demigod wanted to bash his head against the nearest hard surface that wasn’t liable to break as a result. “How do you even HAVE allergies this bad right now? We are in the middle of the OCEAN. There are no plants, there is no dust, so unless you are allergic to SEA WATER, there is NO LOGICAL REASON for you to be sneezing like this.”
Obito at least had the grace to look sheepish. “I just have a sensitive nose, the spray off the water has a similar effect to someone sticking a feather up my nose.”
“I will shove Moana’s oar up someone’s ASS if you all don’t shut up!” came the aggravated voice of the last human passenger on their little canoe of miscreants. Or, well, humanoid. Kakashi had been a minor storm god, but Maui stealing his powers had trapped the silver-haired and white-eyed spirit in a mortal, teenage body, much to his annoyance.
Now, they were on their way to Lolotai to confront a certain klepto-crab in an attempt to retrieve Maui’s hook as a first step on their bizarre quest to saving the world. Assuming that Obito’s sneezing or Kakashi’s creative temper didn’t get them all killed first.
Maui wasn’t going to hold his breath.
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Okay, maybe it was Moana’s mouth that was going to kill them. In other news, Kakamora are VERY flammable.
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Tamatoa was surprisingly easy to trick. A few (admittedly cheesy) lines from Moana and he would not. Shut. Up. Obito started sneezing from the amount of sand kicked up during the giant crab’s fight with Maui, and Tamatoa abandoned his meal in favor of dodging lava, allowing the group to escape with Maui’s hook.
This left them with the last leg of their journey to finish - the voyage to Te'Fiti. He was RESOLUTELY ignoring the two kissing teenage boys sitting by the boat’s rudder, writing it off as the result of adrenaline from nearly getting murdered by Tamatoa. Now if only Moana would stop CACKLING like a CRAZY WOMAN while steering.
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Of all the words Maui would associate with Te'Kah, ‘Mother’ was NOT one of them. Seeing Obito launch himself at the lava demon, not to attack but to HUG it (HER, Maui reminded himself, not that he could tell) and start crying tears of joy that looked suspiciously like liquid metal was now VERY HIGH on the list of things Maui never expected to see, but has somehow seen anyway on this clusterfuck of a quest. To then discover that Te'Kah and Te'Fiti were one and the same was somehow LESS of a shock. And then he got to watch the divine version of introducing one’s significant other to one’s parents, and decided that returning to his pebble-pile island where things made sense wasn’t so bad an idea after all.

 “No!” Lance screams, tears streaming down his cheeks.  His throat hurts and his voice is hoarse, his eyes are bloodshot and he looks like a mess.  Strong arms keep him in place.  

 “Please, believe me!” He begs, sobbing now as he struggles to free himself once more.  His pleas are answered with sympathetic eyes and white masks covering halves of faces, an equally white straitjacket being forced upon him.

 Hands are quick to tighten every strap.  Out of the corner of his eye, Lance recognizes the uniform of the officials supervising the events.  His knees buckle under his weight and he would’ve fallen if it weren’t for the arms holding him.

 The Garrison, even his thoughts sound panicked as he gasps, squirming and kicking all around once more as someone is filling an injection with suspicious-looking liquid.  The Garrison.  They know.  They must know, they tried to restrain Shiro back when—

 But there’s nobody hacking the servers that would discover Lance.

 There’s nobody there to save him, no one who would set off bombs in order to infiltrate the facilities and break him out of there.

 Because, on Earth, everybody believes Lance to be dead.

Hogwarts AU’s

‌• You Are The Blood by sarcasticfluentry

A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin. (175k, 16/16)

‌• Follow Me Down This Time by @supernope

Harry first noticed Louis in his second term at Hogwarts, and despite three years of inventing ways to stumble across Louis, he’s never managed to actually work up the courage to speak to him. Also known as, self-indulgent Hogwarts AU, because every fandom needs Hogwarts AUs. (27k, part one of a series)

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Missing Parts - 23.

Part 24 
Missing Parts Masterlist

Originally posted by mashable

After your Hogsmeade trip the Sunday passed happier between you than any other day in the past months. The simple thought that finally you will do something against Umbridge lift your mood, not to mention you could see there really are people who believe what Harry says. He seemed delighted too; and you knew it’s also because of your lovely date that you had in The Three Broomsticks. Not even the large amount of homework could spoil your mood.

Except Umbridge herself, who shut down every organization by Monday morning. That couldn’t be a coincidence, you knew it, but it’s only made you more eager to stand up against her.

The first D.A. meeating went pretty well; Harry was a good teacher indeed. Even though if you started with basic spells, everybody needs practice, and for some people it was clearly necessary. There were only two things that bothered you – or better to say, two people. Firstly, Zacharias Smith, who constantly added pejorative notes to almost whatever Harry said. You were really close to hex him, but then there was the other thing that bothered you – Cho Chang’s flirting with your boyfriend all the damn time.

“So, what’s wrong?” – Harry asked after Ron and Hermione disappeared behind the Fat Lady’s portrait and you stopped at the deserted corridor. The seventh floor was always empty and silent at these late hours.

“Nothing.” – you said with an unusually high pitched voice, but as he looked questioningly, you sighed loudly and continued. – “Why Cho touching your arms and giggling evey time when you’re near to her?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know, she’s… wait, are you jealous?” – Taking a step closer, a grin started to appear on the corner of his mouth.

“No, I’m not.” – you said, offended. – “Or maybe I am. But the girl is flirting with you!”

As he let out a laugh you shot an angry look at him, folding your arms across your chest, so he stopped. “Oh, come on. She probably knows I’m dating with you.”

“Yeah, and apperantly, she doesn’t care.” – you hissed, avoiding his gaze.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward, placing a hand on the small of your back. Staring his chest rather than his eyes, you were fiddling with the collar of his shirt as he started to speak in a low voice. “Listen, even is she does, I don’t care. Okay? I’m in love with you.” – As the words left his lips he fell silent instantly, and looking up at him, you saw as a light red colour flooded his cheeks. You knew why, saying this was truly hard for him, and this was definitely the first time he did.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, it was stupid.” – you muttered in a raspy voice, leaning closer and kissing him. – “I love you.” – you whispered against his skin, feeling he was smiling.

Arriving back to the common room, you spent there the rest of your night, even when it was completely empty – except the four of you. Ron and Hermione was sitting on one of the couches next to each other, while Harry on the ground with his back against the sofa, you between his legs, leaning back on his chest as his hands was gently wrapped around you.

“I still can’t believe that was your idea Hermione.” – you said as you were talking about the D.A., making her smile. – “I’m so proud of you.”

Her laugh was stopped by Ron’s sudden voice. “Sirius!”

“Yes, I think he’ll be proud too.” – you added, but looking up at Ron, he was staring in the other direction.

“No, I mean in the fire!”

Turning your heads, you saw your father’s head inside the fireplace; a little smirk on his face and an eyebrow cocked. “Having fun?”

Way too quickly, you crawled out from Harry’s embrace, kneeling down in front of the fire. “What – what are you doing here? Mom knows about this?” – you rattled of, only in the attempt to distract the attention from Harry and yourself.

“What kind of a question is this? Of course she doesn’t know.” – he said with ease. – “But I need to know more about your secret, illegal society.”

WHAT?” – you yelled together immediately before he told about Mundungus, who was also at the Hog’s Head all the time, having a perfect view of you and the whole D.A. He also told that Mrs. Weasley wasn’t happy about the idea at all.

“It applies to you too.” – he looked at you. – “Your mother said she don’t want to hear about that you’ll take part anything like this.”

“And what do you say?”

“I say she doesn’t have to hear about it.” – he said with a wink, making you grinning.

“So do you think that’s a good idea?” – Harry asked in surprise.

“Of course! Do you think James and me wouldn’t have done the same thing?”

You continued to talking about the Dumbledore’s Army for a little while, but you could tell there were some other things that he wanted to say; and when there was just a moment silence between you, he take the advantage and asked. “So, what is it about you two?”

Glancing at Harry, you saw he was too nervous to speak, but when you opened your mouth to answer, your father spoke again. “Dung saw you together in The Three Broomsticks too.”

Harry nervously run his fingers through his hair and stared at the floor, but now you felt yourself unconfortable too, thinking about your not exactly modest behaviour at the pub.

“Well, so, we’re… dating.” – you said.

“You don’t say.” – he answered sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and laughed a bit. “Okay, sorry! I just didn’t write about it because I wanted to tell you in person.”

To your surprise, he wasn’t offended at all, but a kind smile appeared on his face. “I think…” – he started, but stopped suddenly, and in the next moment, he vanished.

“What…?” – you fell silence immediately as you saw a small, chubby hand with big, lousy rings on her fingers. All of you jumped up and runned up to your own dormitory. Being so shocked, you only talked just a few words about it with Hermione before both of you went to bed.

That was the first night in a long time when you couldn’t sleep again. All you could think if is how close was Umbridge hand and what if she saw him, even if it’d be still impossible to find him at the Grimmauld Place. You still tried to remain calm and not stressing over about it, but after a few days, you’ve got a message from a little first year. Unfolding the parchment, it said your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher wants to see you in her office at four p.m.

“What have you done? I told you shouldn’t do anything!” – Harry said almost angrily while you were sitting at the Gryffindor table at the Great Hall in the morning.

“And I haven’t done anything!” – Staring at the parchment with the childish handwriting, the answer was suddenly too clear, but you remained in silent. Instead of you, Hermione said out loud. 

“She knows about Sirius. She probably saw him on the other night…”

The rest of your day passed anxiously, not looking forward for your chat with Umbridge. You weren’t afraid of her, but it wasn’t about you.

Knocking at her door just a minute before four, you heard the girlish voice right away, giving a permission to enter. After you stepped inside the office, you had to take a deep breath to prevent yourself from making faces. Everything was pink and lacy, and there was some strong parfume-like scent which you were sure it could make your head ache after ten minutes.

“Sit down.” – she said with a fake smile which was more like a grimace, her voice sweet. “Would you like some tea?”

Before you could say no, she already handed a cup to you, already filled with the drink. “Sugar? Milk?” – she asked with the same sugary tone.

“No, thank you.” – you said uncertainly, not taking your eyes off her. 

“Just drink.” - she insisted.

You just lifted the cup, but your right mind stopped you. It was too suspicious. The hot liquid touched your lips, and you acted like you drink some of it.

“Tell me, my dear, what do you know about Sirius Black’s whereabouts?”

The arty cup trembled in your hand, even though you expected this question. “Nothing.”

“Drink some tea… before it cools down too much.” – her smile was so forced you couldn’t decide it’s funny or frightening. You faked another sip. – “Where’s your father?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never met him.”

As the muscles in her face tightened, you could tell she started to lose her patience. “And what about your mother? Does she know anything about him?”

“Leave my mother out of it!” – you snapped; half of the tea spilled on the floor.

A vicious smile hovered on the corner of her mouth. “Tell me, Miss Black. Where is she now? As far as we know, your house in Hampshire stands empty.”

“I don’t think my mother’s personal life is your business.” – The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself, but you were so angry now, it was a miracle you didn’t shout. – “Professor.”

The little, evil smile disappeared from her face; her voice was nothing like a few minutes before. “Your mother worked amongst muggles for more than ten years – after your father’s betrayal and murder. Why is she returned to the wizarding world? Why now? And why the ministry?”

“She realized that job wasn’t for her. Maybe you should learn from her.” – you said offhandedly, causing her to losing her remained patience.

“ENOUGH!” – she shrieked, standing up, her face red with anger. – “Get out of my office!”

Even she couldn’t get any useful information, you felt yourself weak and scared, and in the moment when you arrived back in the common room, you fell into Harry’s arms, clutching your hands tightly around him and taking sharp breaths. He repeated your name several times before you pulled back, looking at his also frightened face before you lead him, Hermione, and Ron in a quiet corner. Then you told everything to them.

“I bet she put Veritaserum on your tea! But that’s illegal! Oh, Y/N, if you had drink it…” – Hermione said, but Ron cut her off.

“That bloody old hag! Harry, I’m sure she’ll speak to you too.”

“Ron’s right.” – Hermione said after she saw you confused faces. – “Fudge knows Sirius is Harry’s godfather, so probably Umbridge knows too.”

Letting out a deep sigh, you pressed your face against Harry chest who embraced you, trying to say calming words. “Everything will be fine.” – he murmured, but you could feel his fast heartbeat and rapid breathing, even when his voice was strong.

Hours later, when the common room was almost completely empty, and you were curled up on a couch, Harry spoke up after long minutes silent. “If you want to quit from the D.A., I’ll understand.”

“What do you mean?” – you asked in surprise.

“It’s not just about Sirius. Your mother work at the ministry, and Umbridge already suspicious about her.”

You shook your head. “No. That won’t solve anything. In fact, it’s just made me more tempted to do something against her.”

He pressed his face to you forehead. “I just worry about you.”

“Don’t. I can handle myself.”

He snorted. “Yeah, this is exactly why.” – You chuckled, lifting your head up and pressing a kiss on his jawline. He smiled before he pulled back, stroking your cheek with his thumb. – “Just be careful, please.”

“Okay.” – you said, trying to close that part of the conversation. – “Listen, I know Christmas is still almost a month away, but… I’d like if you’ll come and spend the break with us.” – His eyes sparkled with excitement. – “Of course, if you’d rather go to the Burrow than the darkest place in London, I wont blame you.”

“No. I want to go with you.” – This calmed you down a bit, enough for you to fell asleep peacefully; spending another night on the couch with Harry.

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ok so imagine person a is walking home from a bar and they’re going through this really shady neighborhood and they see a shoe sticking out of an alley so them (being pretty tipsy or buzzed or whatever) is like “sweet free shoe” but then they go and discover that the shoe is actually attached to person b who’s passed out in the alley next to a suspicious puddle of red liquid and person a freaks out, thinking that they were mugged or smth, so they call 911 and get an ambulance out there and they go to the hospital and person a refuses to leave person b and the next morning they find out that b wasn’t mugged, they’d just gotten drunk, drank a gallon of kool-aid, thrown up, and then passed out

Sharing a Bed Part 2

Alright here’s part 2 for those of you who asked :) @runesandfaes @walkawayrenee @queenoffantasy @rhysand-and-rowan

Find part 1 here!

I awoke the next morning to Cassian’s soft groan. I kept my eyes closed as I felt him sit up beside me.

“How much did I drink?” he whispered to himself, obviously nursing a hangover.

“Enough to pass out the second you walked through the door,” I responded, and he winced.

“God, could you be any louder?” I looked over my shoulder and leveled him a glare that said yes, I could. “Well sorry for waking you. I didn’t mean to,” he gave me an apologetic look, leaning back against the pillows and rubbing his temples.

I sighed, twisting so I could sit up too. “It’s alright, I’m a light sleeper. I wake up for just about any sound.” Light poured in through the open curtain, the orange light of the sunrise shining off Cassian’s hair. He reached up to pull out the band that gathered it in a knot atop his head. My eyes widened as his fitted shirt lifted slightly, revealing a toned stomach and-were those tattoos? Oh wow, they definitely were. Swirling, black lines flowing from beneath the waistband of his shorts and farther up his tanned torso. I’d love to find out just how high up they trailed, I thought, my imagination running wild. I shook my head to clear the traitorous thoughts.

“I’ll uh, go get you some water for your headache,” I scrambled out of bed and padded to the door.

“Thanks sweetheart,” he called softly as I shut the door behind me.


I opened the door with my free hand, drawing Cassian’s attention away from the window. “Alright, I’ve got something even better than a tall glass of water; Feyre’s miracle hangover cure.” I held the mug of steaming, suspicious liquid towards a grimacing Cassian.

“What is this?” He scrunched up his nose as he took a whiff. “Is that- is that kale I smell?”

I laughed and turned to sit in the chair at the desk. “I have no idea what’s in there, but she swears by it, so it must work,” Cassian flicked out his hand, grabbing my wrist. I turned back to him, wrinkling my brow in confusion.

“Sit with me?” He asked, his eyes dancing mischievously. I nodded and he gave me a dazzling smile, causing my gaze slip to his lips. I folded my legs under me and sank onto my side of the bed. Cassian scooted ever so slightly closer, and I felt a blush creep to my cheeks. “Man, if I drink this, I have a feeling that my face is gonna turn as green as this mystery liquid.” he remarked, laughing. I loved that sound; it was natural and rumbly, like water flowing over rocks in a stream. I continued to stare at him for a few more seconds before realizing the silence.

I blurted the first thing that came to mind. “So what do your tattoos mean?” He blinked, taken by surprise. A slight smile played on his lips as he took a sip from his mug and grimaced.

“Well, they’re actually traditional Illyrian tattoos. In short, they were symbolic markers of when a boy became a warrior. They got them after passing what was called a ‘Blood Rite,’ which was a brutal kind of fight. You know, back in the day.” He grinned at me then, and slung an arm casually around my shoulders. “They’re just a way for me to pay homage to that, really. Plus, chicks dig ‘em.” I burst out laughing at that. What a distinctly Cassian thing to say, honestly.

“You’re not wrong, I do kinda enjoy them.” I bit my lip and blushed again, glancing down. He gave my shoulder a slight squeeze and pulled me closer.

“Oh, really?” His voice turned husky as he turned to me. “That’s good, because I’ve been trying to capture your attention since we got here.” I looked up at him, his nose inches from mine as his hazel met my blue grey ones. My heart pounded in my ears as I realized what was happening.

“Cass, we shouldn’t…” The protest died in my throat as he placed a gentle hand on my cheek, his lips inching ever closer to mine- Bang!

I jumped back, startled by the crash from the kitchen. “Shit!” I heard Rhys exclaim, followed by Feyre’s tinkling laughter. Cassian flinched, the sound jarring his headache. I drew back from his touch, the moment broken as my thoughts raced. Had I really been about to kiss him?

“Raincheck on our morning, sweetheart?” He stood, running a hand through his tawny locks. His eyes shone with happiness as he let that hand linger above his head, knowing that it exposed those tattoos for me to see. “I think Rhys is attempting to make breakfast. Someone needs to make sure he doesn’t burn the cabin to the ground.”

“Feyre doesn’t have a very good record for preventing fires,” I told him blandly, and moved past him through the open door.

“I heard that!” she called from where she sat, perched on the stool by the kitchen island. “Good morning you two. Sleep well?” she gave us a slight smile, and I didn’t miss the way she arched an eyebrow at me.

“How could I not, with your sister there to take care of my drunken ass?” Cassian gave Feyre a grin of his own and sauntered to the stool next to her. “Planning on making anything edible this morning, Rhys?” Rhys only rolled his eyes playfully from where he stood at the stove, pan in hand.

“So what do we all wanna do today? Sit by the lake? Hike? Go for a swim?” He suggested, flipping the pancake in the pan like an expert chef. “I think I saw a couple of canoes on the side of the cabin, why don’t we go out on the lake?”

Cassian’s eyes sparkled. “Oh yeah, that sounds like a great plan!” My heart sunk. Feyre glanced at me, concern etched in her expression. She knew that I wasn’t a confident swimmer, but I needed to push past that.

“Alright, let’s do it. There’s an island somewhere towards the right side of the lake, we could pack a picnic too,” I told them, and Feyre’s face lit up.

Cassian shot up from his stool, a smile splitting his features. “Let’s go, guys! I’ll go pull the canoes out by the lake, you guys eat and get changed.”

“Nes, are you sure? I know how you feel about water-“ I put up my hand to cut Feyre off.

“I can do this.”

ivy-raven  asked:

Hey, I got another prompt! So, I'd like Stony for this one: Steve is ace, Tony is straight, but they fall in love anyway. Sometimes they kiss but mostly they hold hands and cuddle a lot, and Steve really doesn't mind Tony taking off occasionally to hook up to relive tension. The team is Very Confused and Doesn't Get It at all, and Tony is always being accused of cheating, but they're very happy in their queer platonic relationship!

Ahahaha I am not ace or straight so I hope this turned out okay! *wheezes nervously* God I hope I don’t offend anyone. Look out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.

When he thought about it, Steve decided that their relationship had really started when Tony stuck his cold toes under his thigh during movie night after their second date. At least for him, it had. He leaned his elbow on the back of the couch and rested his chin on his hand. “Hey, Tony?”

“Ye-es?” the brunet drawled, face and Iron Man apron dusted with flour.

“When did you realize that you had feelings for me?”

“You’re gonna have to be specific, hon’,” Tony replied, squinting suspiciously at a liquid measuring cup. “I have had lots of feelings for you of varying degrees. Sometimes they weren’t even nice feelings.”

Steve couldn’t help a fond smile. “When did you decide you wanted to be my boyfriend?”

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Down the hall there’s a vault door. Behind it, you’ll see a man crying on his desk with suspicious tubes of green liquid and dark figures inside of them, each labelled with a number, name, and function.

The Rainbow Sphere - Designed to keep employees positive
The Intelligence Dampening Sphere - Designed to keep the GLaDOS from making smart violent decisions if the time comes for it to happen
The Adventure Sphere - Designed to make testing more appealing and impressive so that more volunteers would continue with their tests
The Space Sphere - Designed to give current employees a ‘childlike imagination’ and invent better things
The Maintenance Sphere - Designed to maintain machines, employees, and number count for graphs

An empty tube is open, the name hastily scrawled onto it. Below it reads the function.

The Fact Sphere - Designed to give employees true up-to-date facts about the world to give them an idea of what to invent

Development in My Great Aunt’s Swamp

Where the larch can lurch
like hearts, central-heating
is an editing of edict, but

the shade of a glade doesn’t pass
with architectural progress, nor
the amassing fluids, short-handed
to water, but there’s as much biology

as chemistry in our ongoing muck,
as much sinkable depth as height
to your highrise, and enough bodies
to get in on and fill the sub-ground floor

just in those stowed by my great,
great aunt, after pouring some
suspicious liquids of her own.

- B B Pine

Siths and their relationship with Drugs

Sidious’s Master: Drink this liquid, apprentice!

Sidious: AHHHH, it burns!


Sidious: Master, drink this… ummmm, sleepy tea.

Sidious’s Master: Oh thanks… zzzzzzzzzz


Sidious: Young Maul, snort the ashes of the mummified plastered corpses of our brethren fallen Sith.



Maul: Ezra, try inhaling this scarlet pyramid shape candy. Use it! Use it well!


Maul: Ezra, drink this suspicious liquid that definitely not the Nightsister’s secret stash of booze!


Nightsister Spirits: How dare you touch our secret stash! Give us your blood and flesh!

Hellion (1/?)

hazard/mafia!au. kai’s part. 1413 words.

Break the Bystander Effect.


You really never know what to expect on your walks home from work every night.

If you’re lucky, you find nothing, you see nobody you’d recognize, and it’s a peaceful relaxing walk home with no catcalls or questions of “how much do you charge?”. Downtown Seoul at night is not a safe place. Even if it’s gotten better with those damned Hellhounds being slightly controlled by the not-much-better-than-the-hounds Guardians, you still keep a bottle of mace in your hand at all times. (You’ve had to use it before.)

You could, in reality, take a longer way home where you wouldn’t have to walk through downtown, but you work the late shift at your restaurant so if you do take the long way, the sky turns from black to blue before you’re three blocks near home.

So, you take the short way.

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Circles [Jaebum]

Originally posted by magiccastles

I decided to make another Jaebum story. A school drama fanfic of some sort. I do not know if i’ll make this a series, if I get enough positive feedback from it, I’ll think about it! ^_^

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Why are all the girls just staring at him? I sighed at the various groups of girls standing behind the classroom window just to be able to take a peep at Jaebum. I glanced at him and then at the girls and back at him. What was he all about?

“What? Am I too handsome for your eyes?” He teased me as I shoved him to retaliate from his words.

“No, I’m just trying to understand why those girls are freaking out over you. You literally… have nothing I could even point out,” I scoffed, “You should one day pick a lucky girl to sit by you, instead of me.”

“But you are my lucky girl,” He grinned widely and I could hear the faint screams from the windows.

“You are so cheesy,” I pretended to gag.

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anonymous asked:

Heyyy can you maybe do a ff where you and calvin are at a house party and you get really drunk and a random creepy guy tries to touch you and weird stuff and Calvin protects you?? That would be awesome 🐍🐍🐍🐍

Thanks for the request! :p

You looped your arm through Calvin’s as he pulled you through the crowded house to the kitchen, where a circle of familiar people stood talking and laughing, red cups full of alcohol in their hands.

You smiled and greeted each other, happy to see your friends after what had felt like too long. You were immediately handed a red cup of your own and sipped happily away at it as you caught up with everyone, Calvin by your side.
The house was completely full of jostling, dancing people and the smell of alcohol permeated the stench of sweat; a disgusting mix that prompted you to crack the rear door of the house open, allowing fresh, crisp air to enter the kitchen where you stood.

After a while you forgot about the smell as Calvin handed you yet another cup full of liquid and you began to feel giggly.

Before long you were drunk. Very drunk. But you didn’t mind; you knew Calvin would take care of you.
You kept glancing up at his face, his features illuminated by the dim lights spread throughout the room.
You wondered why people didn’t just turn a damn light on, but it wasn’t your place to do so. Your thoughts were interrupted by Calvin’s furrowed brows and almost pissed off expression.

You brought your hand up to his cheek and his eyes locked onto yours, his expression softening all at once.
‘What’s up, baby?’ You asked, trying to make your voice heard over the music that vibrated the floor.
‘Nothing,’ he replied and you just looked at him, unblinking, not saying a word. After a moment he filled the gap in conversation by giving you the explanation you wanted, ‘that guy has been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes straight’. He nodded to the front of the kitchen and you turned and glanced at who he was talking about. The stranger’s eyes bored into yours immediately and an unsettling feeling manifested itself in your gut, making you gulp.
You made a dismissive noise and kissed Calvin’s lips before assuring him that the guy probably wasn’t looking at you and he should relax.
He just shrugged and wrapped an arm securely around your waist, trying to bring his attention back to the conversation that your friends were having; but that pissed off expression remained on his face.

You stayed close to his side as you continued to laugh with your friends and you felt the tension slowly leave his body as he began to relax too.

The night wore on and laughter echoed around the room as drink after drink was poured. You were having a great time, and you didn’t really want it to end.
Your friend had just got a new job and had moved up north. Although you missed her, she seemed really happy and you were excited for her. You were so glad to be able to catch up with her and you talked for a while before she grabbed your arm and asked if you would go to the bathroom with her.

You had been here for hours now but the crowd hadn’t thinned at all and you had to elbow your way through to get to the stairs.
As you made your way up to the bathroom on the second floor you tripped on the stairs and grasped the handrail desperately to keep you upright. It didn’t help that you were drunk, and the world spun for a worrying moment until you regained your composure and looked up, only to have lost sight of your friend completely.
‘Oh for fuck’s sake-’ you muttered as you deliberated just going back to the group, but you didn’t want to leave her alone.

You trudged up the last of the stairs, stepping over several unconscious bodies, avoiding suspicious puddles of liquid as you went.

You knocked on the door and heard your friend’s slurred voice call from inside. You let her know you’d wait for her outside and leaned against the wall, marvelling at the sheer amount of people on the landing, filtering in and out of rooms.

A few minutes had gone by and a dim spark of recognition flitted across your mind as your eyes landed on someone making their way up the stairs towards you.
You frowned, and it dawned on you.
The guy who Calvin had pointed out to you earlier.
That uneasy feeling cropped up again and you did your best to push it aside and ignore it as you knocked on the bathroom door again, harder this time.
‘Two minutes!’ Your friend yelled and you sighed.
Your heart began to thump in your chest as you heard someone getting closer and closer to you. You turned your head hesitantly and he was standing in front of you, his body worryingly close to yours.
His eyes were unfocused, his pupils like pinpricks despite the dim lighting and he reeked of alcohol; as if it was secreting from his pores as a substitute for perspiration.

His gaze was unwavering as his eyes looked into yours and he rested a hand on the wall behind you, blocking you in.

‘Never seen you before,’ he slurred, and you did your best not to wrinkle your nose in disgust at the close proximity of his body to yours.
His hand was suddenly on your waist and you pushed him away; firmly, but without violence, letting him know that you weren’t interested.

‘I have a boyfriend,’ you said, your strong tone not reflecting how shaken up you felt inside. Maybe it was the alcohol.
His eyes flashed with rage that passed in a second and he stepped towards you again, his tall frame looming over yours as his body pressed up against you. Your hands shoved his chest, trying to push him away but he was like a brick wall in front of you and you couldn’t move.
You involuntarily whimpered as claustrophobia set in and his stench enveloped your senses that had already been affected by the copious amounts of alcohol you had consumed.

Surely someone would notice, you thought. Surely someone would become aware of this creepy guy’s weird behaviour; but no one on the landing seemed to be able to take care of themselves, never mind give two shits about anyone else.

His hand was on your thigh and you audibly yelped and pushed at his chest again, adrenaline leading you strength.
You forced him to take a step back, allowing you a chance to escape but before you could a hand landed on the guy’s shoulder and he turned to Calvin, who had a face like thunder.

'What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ He demanded, his tone almost silencing everyone on the crowded landing.
You were short of breath and you had never felt so relieved to see Calvin in your life, but you knew you’d have to intervene before the situation escalated.
His eyes were alive with pure hatred and his jaw was clenched - as were his fists. His whole demeanour was terrifying and you had never seen him like that before - even when you argued. He was absolutely furious.

Some of the fogginess in your mind caused by the alcohol had dissipated under the circumstances and adrenaline buzzed in your veins like the floor underfoot, which continued to vibrate from the music.
The rapid beat of the music seemed to match that of your racing heart and you tried to calm yourself down before you made everything worse.

You made your way around the creep and behind Calvin, calling his name to try and get his attention; but to no avail.
The creep was stammering unintelligible excuses - his words slurred into one garbled mess and you tried to ignore him completely and focus on Calvin.

You knew Cal wasn’t a violent person but you’d never seen him this angry and you didn’t know what he’d do - especially when he caught the creep’s eyes raking up and down your body even as Calvin stood in front of him.

Don’t fucking look at her like that!’ he yelled, and your mouth went dry.
'Cal, come on. It doesn’t matter, I’m fine. Please, let’s just go,’ you babbled on, standing between the two men now, wrapping your arms around his waist.
Your presence seemed to calm him somewhat and he let you unfurl his fist and intertwine your fingers with his and pull him down the stairs and out the front door.

The crisp night air hit you and you breathed in gratefully, trying to shake off the feeling of that guy’s body so close to yours.
Calvin unlocked the car and you climbed in the passenger seat to find him sitting completely still, breathing slowly in and out.
'You okay?’ You asked him, keeping your voice gentle.
He didn’t respond and instead started the car. The drive back to his was quiet, though the silence gave you a chance to think everything over.

When you got back to his, you both went straight to bed after quickly changing into something more comfortable.
In his bed you cuddled up to him, running your hand through his hair as his eyes fluttered closed.

'I’m sorry,’ he said suddenly, his voice gravelly, and you frowned.
'For what?’
'For not being there, and for getting so angry,’ he spoke slowly and his eyes remained closed.
'Not being there? Cal, you pulled him off me,’ you said and then immediately regretted mentioning it as his body tensed up slightly under you and his eyes opened to meet yours.
A moment passed before he spoke again.
'I didn’t mean to get so angry, I just-’
'It’s okay,’ you assured him, still confused as to why he was even apologising.

He leaned down slightly and kissed you, moving his lips against yours as his arms wrapped snugly around you.

You closed your eyes as his fingers traced patterns on your skin where your shirt had ridden up and he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead.
It never failed to amaze you how safe you felt lying in his arms - how oblivious you were to the rest of the world as his deep breaths lulled you to sleep.
He managed to soothe your mind and erase the feelings of dread and fear that had plagued you merely an hour ago all at once.
He’s nothing short of amazing, and he’s all yours.

I hope it was what you wanted! :p
Have a great day/night lovelies X
Luv you 💗

The start of an uneasy partnership (closed starter )

It was going on midnight as the club was full of life , for today was a very special and exclusive masquerade for the owners favorite and best paying clients everyone was dressed in extravagant costumes and masks as they drank , ate and did numerous debauched acts with each other .

The Owner of the club one Artemus Fledermaus, often called Stitches due to the markings on his face was sitting in a booth above all the chaos looking absolutely thrilled with all of it as he sipped from a very suspicious looking red liquid .

The merriment soon came to a stop however when they was the sound of gin fire and the doors being forced open .