this took like five minutes sorry

my experience with adhd
  • I don’t even remember putting that thing down but now it’s not in my hand and I don’t know where it went
  • ‘what do you mean you can just think about nothing? what’s that like? I don’t understand’
  • *tuning out of a conversation halfway through somebody else’s sentence because I just thought of something interesting*
  • carrying my psychiatrist’s business card with me at all times because I see her once a month and every time I go I forget what floor her office is on. I’ve been there 8 times
  • ‘Between A & B, A would be the right thing to do’ *a cascading thought process that takes a few seconds tops, justifying option B* ‘actually B would be the right thing to do’
    • somebody else, later: why did you think B was the right thing to do??
    • me: …. it’s not important, I’ll know better next time
    • (spoiler: I won’t know better next time)
  • I know you already told me this thing like 12 times but can you tell me again just one more time because I forgot
  • it’s not that I forgot that I wasn’t supposed to do this thing. it’s just that in that particular moment i thought it was okay to do it anyway for reasons that would take 48 minutes to explain even though it only took me 3 seconds to justify it in my thoughts, so it’s easier for me to just say ‘I forgot’
  • ‘I already told you that’ ‘really? I must have forgotten, i’m sorry’ ‘it was FIVE MINUTES AGO. in this SAME CONVERSATION’
  • this internal conversation:
    • me: I feel motivated to do this responsible thing
    • me: if I don’t do this responsible thing right now I will get distracted and forget to do it for another 5 hours
    • me: so I should do this thing right this second, there is nothing stopping me
    • me: after I finish this one cell phone game
    • me, 5 hours later: I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN
  • almost flunking a class because I straight up didn’t know any homework had been assigned despite loving the class and always attending
  • trusting the memory of literally anyone else over my own memory
  • intending to do something for days. sometimes months. never doing it
  • *cuddling somebody* mm this is nice … *2 seconds later* bored now
  • somebody is mad at me. I might as well fucking d i e
  • the options in company are: overshare about the one thing I care about or not talk at all
  • insensitive or inattentive? YOU decide (and when you tell me that i hurt your feelings and I didn’t notice I’ll rejection sensitive dysphoria into fantasies of disappearing forever)
  • being excellent at my job for months on end, doing everything right and everything well, and then suddenly & without explanation being t h e  w o r s t at it for several weeks, making dumb mistakes everywhere for no discernible reason
  • when asked to explain something: well it all started when I was a baby
    • ‘they don’t need that much explanation’ well YOU tell ME where to start b/c I have no fucking clue tbh
  • i can’t throw away anything b/c when I look at it I remember all the sentimental reasons I keep it around and they seem just as important as actually needing it and when I close the storage box back up I forget I had it in the first place until the next time I try to get rid of my clutter and repeat this process
  • i wasnt’ idle for a second all day and yet I didn’t accomplish a n y t h i n g
  • am i a speed-reader or was I so impatient for what came next that I read only half a page and then skipped to the next one?
  • getting excited about a project, starting it, then racing to finish it as fast as I can because when I get bored I’ll abandon it and never go back. must beat the boredom
    • edit my fics? working twice on the same idea? /uproarious laughter
    • well I fucked that up. too bad I can never rework it because I no longer have passionate energy for it
  • me, opening a bottle of adhd meds: I don’t have adhd. I’m just a lazy bum who doesn’t try hard enough

i mentioned the recent confusion about my intimidating guns and the clever solution that i solved it with to steve, and he helpfully illustrated my success. 

i knit that sweater myself you guys, im very proud. 

things nursey did to prompt the nursey patrol (and other miscellaneous drunk adventures)
  • fallen asleep in front of the ordering window of a starbucks
    • it was just him front of the ordering window for cars, with no car, in the fetal position
      • holster found him after like an hour and carried him home though
  • put like three packets of smarties in a bottle of water and then chugged it all and then threw it up
    • he thought he could make redbull
  • asked chowder to do the splits on his face
  • told bitty that his chocolate pecan pie wasn’t that good
    • definitely lost his pie privileges for like a month
  • toppled headfirst into the chocolate fountain at a wedding. that he Was Not invited to
  • told a grocery store clerk to suck his left nut
    • was banned from the murder stop n shop
  • made out with a dude on top of a mini cooper
    • fell off of a mini cooper
      • kicked the mini cooper, dented it, and just fucking left
  • woke up wearing only one gucci sandal and thats it
    • lost one of ransom’s gucci sandal
  • bought a Zune???
  • Put a dildo in the freezer
    • Where’d he get a dildo???????? BItty?????????
  • made fun of rent for like five minutes straight while at a mcdonalds drive thru (int he passenger seat of holster’s car, no less)
    • cried for rent for the next ten minutes
      • Let his mcdonalds ice cream melt onto holster’s mom’s minivan’s seats
  • Confessed his love for chowder in a haiku
    • “C you are the best; if i had just one dollar; it would be for you”
  • got a tattoo of a singular oak leaf
    • before you ask, yes it was on his right ass cheek
  • did a cartwheel and crashed into jack
    • jack took it surprisingly well but nursey said “jack im sorry i fucked it” and it was defs a haus meme 
  • ate taco bell on accident
    • [a snapchat to ransom at 3am, nursey sitting on the haus vomit couch with a crunch wrap supreme]: “guess who has two thumbs and isn’t a fucking vegan anymore” [nursey takes a huge fucking bite and immediately chokes for a split second as the snap ends]
  • went to an estate sale at like 7am, still drunk??
    • how’d he even get there????
  • bought a goldfish
    • he kept it and named it dex because it always hid and seemed like a republican
#smut #nsfw #oblivious!harry

Prompts: @a-sisi-universe
Author: @queenofthyme

Warning: well, I mean just read the tags above. exactly as it says really.

There were pros and cons to being attracted to your boss. The cons, Draco wasn’t too fussed about. His reputation couldn’t get much worse anyway (he was an ex-death eater after all), and it’s not like he didn’t have the money to get by if he lost his job. The only reason he’d worked so hard to become an auror in the first place was because of Harry Potter.

And therein laid the pro - his boss was Harry Potter.  Gorgeous, delectable, dreamy, oblivious Harry Potter.

Draco certainly wasn’t the only one in the office charmed by Harry. He’d noticed some of the other aurors staring too - during the rare moments when he could pull his eyes away from Harry. And it wasn’t just Harry’s looks. If it were just that, Draco would have gotten over it years ago. No, Harry had to be brave too. And powerful. And a little wild. And above all, kind.

Draco knew it was sappy of him but, Merlin, did he find that kindness sexy. Harry was the type of boss who took responsibility in the media when you messed up in the field. The type of boss who would take over your reporting for you (despite his own ridiculous workload) when he could see you were stressed or affected by a particularly emotional case. He was the type of boss who never treated you as if he were your boss at all.

Of course, Draco wouldn’t have minded if Harry threw his weight around a little. The fantasies Draco had of Harry often involved him doing just that - albeit with a few orders that would be highly inappropriate for the workplace. But no matter how obviously Draco pined, Harry still didn’t seem to notice. He really had no idea of his effect on people.

So when Harry called Draco into his office - the start to many a fantasy - last thing on a Friday before he could leave with the other aurors, Draco knew Harry wouldn’t understand the thoughts that were running through his head. Empty Department. Friday night. Boss’s office. Harry Potter’s thighs.

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karasuno otp fights in order of intensity
  • tsukkiyama fight: "you gotta do the thing tsukki" "shit u right ur so cool yams" *is ok the next day*
  • asanoya fight: "do the thing asahi-san" "no i cannot I am not strong enough" *breaks a broom* *breaks a vase* *doesn't talk for a summer*
  • kagehina fight number 538: hinata uses TACKLE. kageyama THROWS hinata across the gym. yachi is using CRY. tanaka uses CUT THAT SHIT OUT. it's been THREE WEEKS. EVERYONE is involved. tune in next time for more DRAMA.
Office Drama

Series: Mr. Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Swearing cause when don’t I ever swear..

Word Count: 1,900+

A/N: Mr. Holland will be updated Tuesday, Thursday, & Saturdays for now. I do attend college so if I don’t update on time, know I’m probably studying or working on HWxx


Originally posted by iamlouistomlinson

Yes Louis Tomlinson is your Roomie ^

Let’s get started xx


[Reader’s POV]


   Taking a sip of your tea you rest the mug back down. Your fingers clicked against the keyboard as you typed a new document. It needed to be done by this evening and you knew you could finish it. After what happened at the hospital you were in higher spirits. Seeing Jaelynn smile like that warmed your soul.


   Tom being the cause of her smile made you admire him even more. You don’t know what Marie was talking about he truly has a good side to him. The way he acted around kids was so natural. Moving your mouse to the plus adding another tab you click the search bar. Typing in ‘Tom Holland visiting Hospital kids’ and hitting enter after.


   The screen loads showing tons of videos on Youtube. Scrolling through you click on one of them. Looking at Tom then vs now he looks practically the same. Wondering if he sold his soul to the Devil to look young. He’s handsome without even trying who are you kidding?


   Apparently wherever he filmed he would stop by a hospital to see the kids. The videos you watched made your heart melt. When he pulled off his mask in front of a teenage girl her reaction was priceless.


“Woah you’re really cute!”


   Smiling at the video admiring how much Tom gave back as a celebrity. Still giving back now with The Holy Trinity Foundation. A loud ding fills the air making you snap back to reality. Searching your desk you locate your phone picking it up. Looking at the text you quickly open it and respond.


Lou Boo:

Bitch this place is fancy…


Lou Boo:

What’s your office number?


You:

Just come to the second to last floor, Mr. Holland’s home from home penthouse is on the top floor. Ask the woman at the desk and she’ll point to his office cause I’m literally right next to his office.


Lou Boo:

See you soon love xx Can’t wait to hear about your first day so far xx


   Setting your phone down to the side you get back to work. The office phone rings loudly making you pick it up immediately. Raising it to your ear there was a brief silence. Doing your answering the phone line they finally answer.


“Hey this is Jacob Batalon, is Tom in his office?”


“Yes sir, he’s currently working on signing some papers I can patch you through” you say pressing the number one button on the option sending it to Tom. Resting the phone back down you look  back at your computer screen.


   Looking over at time in the corner of the screen you’re wondering where Louis is. Rolling your eyes because he probably got lost. Typing for another five minutes you stop when you hear a knock on your door. Getting up from your chair you walk over opening the door.


“I’m here, you have so many attractive people in this office.. I had a chat and took some pictures with people, sorry love” he gives you a kiss on the cheek before heading inside your office. Turning around you close the door eyeing the bag he was holding. You were starving and needed food before your stomach roared like the kraken.


   Louis sets the bag on the ground taking a seat across from you. Taking out boxes he sets yours down in front of you and his where he’s sitting. Placing a pair of chopsticks on your box he does the same with his. Pulling out two tea bottles he hands yours over. Opening it up the smell of green tea relaxes you.


“Soooo, what’s it like working for the legend himself?” Louis asks opening up his box of sushi. Breaking the chopsticks so they split you place them in your hands.


“Actually quite lovely to be honest.. he took time out of his morning today to surprise Jaelynn in  the hospital” picking up a roll you lightly dip it into the sauce.


“He actually went to see her? that’s amazing, she loves Spider-Man”


“I know she does.. she’s jealous that I moved in with you years ago cause you have all the cool superhero stuff littered around” you were lucky that you became friends with Louis ages ago. Jaelynn loves hanging out with his son. Right now his son is currently with his mum for the week and Louis’s been sad.


“I bet she would love a visit from you, maybe read her a comic like you used to?” his face perking up at your suggestion.


“We have to talk about this though, is he just as good looking in person? Any man would be look envy with him.. he looks so young for his age.. I look like age punched me ten years into the future” he acts dramatically putting his hand to his head leaning back.


“Louis shut up you idiot” you let out a loud laugh at how he’s acting. Sometimes you wonder if he’s just still a child.


   The door next to you opens making your pause your movements. Setting the sushi back down you turn to see Mr. Holland in the doorway. His eyes looking between you and Louis. You nervously look over at Louis who had a prominent smile on his face. The silence was killing you.


“I didn’t know you were having a -“


“boyfriend, hey I’m Louis Tomlinson.. probably heard of me, I was in a famous boy band called One Direction”


“Louis sto-“


“It ended so clearly I haven’t heard of you, well you and your boyfriend have a lovely time” he turns around closing the door a little harder than normal.


“Fuck you Tomlinson, why the hell did you say that?!” you point your chopsticks over at him almost wanting to stab him with them.


“You should have seen the look he gave me… he’s into you babe” his laughter filling the air making your cheeks turn pink.


“Now he’s going to th-“


“He’s rude saying that to me, I’m Louis Tomlinson.. bitch” he huffs out running his fingers through his hair pouting before putting a piece of sushi in his mouth.


“You’re such a handful.. I don’t know how I put up with you”


“You do because I’m your best friend and cause I got you that Coach bag sitting right there” he points over to your bag hanging behind you.


“Bite me”


“He wouldn’t like that now would he?” a smirk not leaving his lips.

“God Dammit”


-


“Mr. Holland I finished the papers you wanted me to finish” setting the papers down he looks up at you. The tension growing in the air making you gulp nervously.


“Is he really your boyfriend?” he asks setting the papers aside in a tray. You step back nervously as he stands up.


“No he isn’t Mr. Holl-“


“It’s Tom, please call me Tom” his brown eyes looking a shade darker. Your heart beat was raising erratically.


“Louis isn’t my boyfriend we just live together” your chest tightening because that sounds just as bad.


“You live with him?”


“I couldn’t afford a place of my own and Louis is a family friend and has been letting me live with him..”


“So you need a place of your own then?” Tom stands in front of you then leans slightly against the desk. His arms were crossed over his chest and you couldn’t help but see how the shirt clung to his biceps.


“I’m fine Tom, I’m saving up now thanks to you helping out with Jaelynn..”


“Stay at my penthouse upstairs” your eyes widening His penthouse? Why would he offer for you to stay there? Maybe he doesn’t like you like living with Louis.


“I couldn’t possibly stay there Mr. Holland..”


“You will stay there.. plus being here you’re closer to the hospital… I can order a moving service to move your stuff in the guest room there”


“But don’t you live there too?” You ask looking at him as his lip swipes across his lower lip quickly. 


“I do but only when I have late nights so it will be all yours, now I’m not going to say no because you have these files now to do and you’ll be here over night” He unfolds his arms reaching for a file. Sticking out his hand he hands you the thick file. 


“Y-yes sir..” your eyes wide from the thickness of the file, holy fuck this was a lot of paper work.


“Come get me when you’re finished and I’ll show you around the penthouse” turning around he returns to his chair going straight onto his computer. His eyes focused as he started typing quickly.   



     Walking into your office you stressfully plop the file down onto your desk. Leaving you go and make some coffee for the long night ahead. Once you’re back you set up a playlist to listen to while you work. Your fingers typed as quickly as they could transferring the files manually into the system. Typing side notes on what could have been improved or what things were lacking in the company. 



    Hours went by as you tried keeping your eyes open. Minutes felt like ages as they ticked by slowly. Every time you blinked your eyes hurt even more. You were three cups of coffee in and your hands felt jittery. Backspacing on the error you just made you finish the last paper you had to do.


     Turning your computer off you stretch your arms over your head. A button coming undone form your top exposing more of your chest. Not giving a single fuck at this point you pick up the file of completed work. Standing up you feel the blood rush to your legs and let out a sigh of relief after sitting for so long. Picking up your phone you see a spam of messages from Louis. 


    Locking your phone so the screen turns black you stick it in your purse. Once you have your purse on, you then head to the door opening it. Stepping through you see Mr. Holland tapping his pencil against his chin. He turns his head to look at you with a surprised look on his face. Sticking out the file you let out a little yawn.


“Alright love, lets get you upstairs.. you look like you might pass out from exhaustion” he takes the files from you setting them down. Walking next to you he places his hand on the small of your back. 


    The two of you lock your office doors before heading down the hallway. Once down the hallway you turn the corner towards the elevator. Associates looking at the two of you with raised brows. Mr. Holland looks over at them making their heads turn away from you two. The elevator dings opening the doors signaling to walk in. 


   The ride up the next floor was dead silent. A buzzing sound goes off making the elevator stop. Mr. Holland reaches into his pocket pulling out a key. He sticks the key into the hole that was next to the buttons and turns the key. 


 The elevator doors open revealing a gorgeous foyer. Your eyes taking in the beautiful surroundings. The glass windows surrounding showed the city lights that immediately caught your attention.


    Stepping into the living you turn around in a slow circle gazing at everything. Looking back at Tom to see him smiling at you. Blushing from how stupid you must have looked. You’ve never been in a home that looked so extravagant. He walks over taking your hand giving it a small tug.


“C’mon I’ll show you the bedroom…”


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Hiding in the Impala

Pairing: Sam x Reader 

Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean, Reader’s Ex

Warnings: the reader’s ex is an ass, fight scenes, angst, swearing

Word count: 2511

Summary: The Reader is running from her crazy ex and happens to jump into a certain Impala to hide.

Tag list: @jessabro101  @deascheck @cwstandsforcaswinchester @fralackles@danandphilforlife112 @rdy4thevoid @disneychic8 @deepbreathssammy@amanda-teaches @myplaceofthingsilove @evyiione @gallifreyansass @star-arm-and-shield @macymoosesuniverse @rosep16​ @arianacullen2008 @spectaculicious @spnfanficpond 

A/N: This isn’t my storyline! It’s an adaptation of @writingthingsisdifficult ‘s “Hiding no more” You all should go check out their page it’s awesome and has a ton of great fics! Ps. I’m going to write a part two soon! I have april break next week so expect a ton of new material:) 

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

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This Is War [10]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1558

Warnings: It’s a little angsty.. And there is bad language!

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I’ve been very sick!! Thank you everybody who has been reading this!! The amount of feedback has been incredible and amazing and I’m so thankful!! xo

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anonymous asked:

Chloe gets mad and jealous when another Bella ask beca out . Beca said no because she is waiting on Chloe to ask her out .

“Beca, can you come here?” Stacie called out from her bedroom hallway, looking for the tiny brunette.

“Uh, yeah, Stace!” Beca called back from upstairs in her bedroom, quickly jogging down to see what her friend wanted.

Stacie fiddled with her nails upon waiting for the DJ, noticing the redhead shut the front door and was slowly making her way up.

“What’s up?” Beca asked once reaching Stacie.

“Would you go out with me?” Stacie asked, making sure the redhead was within earshot and glancing past the brunette to see her reaction.

Chloe froze in her spot, face turning pale as she watched the leggy brunette ask the smaller brunette out on a date.

“A date?” Beca asked to clarify.

“Yeah. The two of us. In a non-platonic sort of way,” Stacie explained with a look that feigned nervousness.

Chloe didn’t even wait for the response, instead turning away and walking down the stairs quickly, running out of the household and leaving all the other Bellas to stick their heads out of their rooms and look at where the redhead had gone.

“Uh, sorry, Stace. I just… I don’t think that’s a great idea,” Beca scratched the back of her neck, completely taken aback by the suggestion and by what Chloe had just done.

“Oh, no prob! Thank me later, Becs!”

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Because I Love You (Part I)

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes X Reader

Summary: Adley is Bucky’s secret lover. One day, Bucky’s girlfriend shows up on her doorstep, and Adley found herself asking, why is she here? 

Warnings: Angst (?), Cheating, Long Dialogue, Modern!AU
1.7k Words.

Sorry to those who are named Adley! 

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV 

A/N: A scenario I came up with while washing the dishes. Part II will be up soon, and depending on responses it may have a Part 3-4 if you guys want a happy ending. 


Adley heard the bell rang as she stirred her steaming hot cup of coffee. No one should be visiting her at this hour, or rather, no one she know off. Her hands reached out to adjust the hoodie (his hoodie) she wore, allowing it to cover her quite-revealing nightgown. She squinted her eyes when the early Sun shined through the peak of her curtains, but when she opened the door, her eyes grew wide despite the Sun blasting through.

 Two women stood in front of her, one which Adley was very familiar with. The woman’s (y/h/c) framed her face perfectly, her face had a natural glow to it, without any traces of make up on and her eyes, those eyes that should’ve shone malice, reflected pity. Of course the woman was familiar, Adley sees her picture in his phone every time.

 “Hello,” she said, and her voice was so soft yet determined that a wary look washed over Adley’s face, “I’m very sorry for intruding this early but I just wanted to talk, and I mean no harm.”

If it wasn’t for the other woman standing behind her, a redhead who could probably kill with her glare, Adley might’ve found herself giving a retort. Instead, she hesitantly stepped to the side, allowing access to her house.

 It took a solid five minutes before Adley found her voice, “Please, take a seat. Would you both like anything to drink?”

 The woman sitting across her just smiled, shaking her head. Adley noticed how she observed her home, eyes scanning and printing every piece of object in the living room into her mind. The redhead on the other hand, stood in the corner, eyes solely focused on Adley herself. She stiffened in her seat, heart beating unnaturally fast when she noticed the woman’s gaze linger on the photo beside her TV, framed with a lovely walnut finish.

 “Where were you two when you took take picture?”

 Adley took a sharp inhale before swallowing thickly, “Uhm, w-we were at the Carnival.”

 “The one that was in town during February?” She asked and Adley nodded, “He looks happy.”

 A sad smile adorned the woman’s face.

 “Why are you here?” Adley whispered. She couldn’t take the anxiousness engulfing her insides. What was the woman doing here? Why hasn’t she lash out after seeing the picture of her boyfriend with another woman?

 “Pardon?”

“W-What is your purpose here?”

 The woman bit her lower lip, and with the same smile etched on her face, she looked down to her lap. Her hands that fisted her jeans, gripped harder.

 “I assume you know that Bucky’s on a business trip, and won’t be back for two days so I thought this would be the best time to confront you. I’m (Y/n), you should know who I am. And I know who you are.” She started, and oh God, her eyes were staring right at Adley’s, “I’ve been with Bucky for slightly longer than three years, and you came into his life last year. September, am I right?”

 Adley didn’t bother responding, because the information the woman- (Y/n) has, was absolutely correct. The knot in her stomach tightens and Adley found herself impatient because she expected (y/n) to yell anytime now.

 “Don’t worry, I’m not here to start a fight,” (Y/n) said and let out an empty chuckle. She must’ve sensed the tension rising in the room. “I’m here to do the complete opposite, actually.”

 (Y/n) paused, and Adley watched as the woman’s breathing reduce themselves into shaky gasps. In the corner of her eye, the redhead rushed towards (Y/n), kneeling beside her and asking her if she was okay. (Y/n) all but shook her head, and she must’ve told her friend to leave them alone because shortly after, the redhead went outside.

 “I’m sorry about that. As I was saying, I’m here to tell you that I’m leaving Bucky,” (Y/n) stated.

 Adley stared at (Y/n). Had she heard the woman right?

 “E-Excuse me?”

 “I said I’m leaving Bucky.”

 Adley’s mouth hung opened in happiness and horror, she heart drummed knowing her could finally be with James openly but her brain only screamed reasonable questions.

 “W-Why are you telling me about this?” Adley asked. She needed the answer, because the last time she checked, women who found out that they’ve been cheated on don’t usually go up to the other person and have a conversation about it.

 “…because he doesn’t know. And I’m not planning on telling him directly,” (Y/n) said. “I’m not telling him directly because he would do anything to make me stay and as much as I would hate to admit it, I know I would give in to him.”

 “O-Oh, okay. Well, is that… all?” Adley asked, although her gut was telling her that there’s more to this- and it was right.

 “No, actually. I have quite a few things more to say, or rather, a few favours to ask from you,” (Y/n) took a deep breath, her tongue caressing those dry lips of hers before they turned into a thin line.

 “You see, Bucky has never stayed over at your place for the night,” (Y/n) started, but soon added more words when she caught on to Adley’s pained expression.

 “I’m not saying it’s because he doesn’t love you or anything! I-I’m just saying it because I’ve noticed, and I need to tell you that he,” she paused, “often has nightmares. He has it bad, it’s usually about the time when he got drafted into the army. He has it up to five times a week, maybe more. And I need you to make sure when he knows that he’s not alone, that you’re there with him.”

 James never told her he has nightmares, and that fact alone was clawing its way into her insecurity, but Adley nodded stiffly at (Y/n)’s words.

 “He tends to get into fights with Steve, and sometimes he’s the one who’s wrong, but you have to make him apologise,” (Y/n) said and stared at Audley, as if trying to drill this into her brain, “Bucky and Steve are both too stubborn, but they need each other. They’ve gotten this far and this successful in life because they have each other. And when they argue, they tend to forget about that, but you need to remind Bucky, or he’ll regret it.”

 Adley racked her entire mind in search for a memory where James mentioned a guy named Steve, but none appeared. Adley sucked in a short breath and stared at her lap. She’s been with James for almost a year, why hasn’t she heard anything about this best friend of his (Y/n) claimed.

 “In the mornings, right after he wakes up, he’s really, r-really grumpy. He might say things he never mean, but forgive him. It’s because his parents would ignore him when he was younger in the mornings, so he tends to get like that.”

“He needs his morning coffee, and judging by the smell of your house when I entered, you need it too. You probably know this already but he likes his c-coffee with one part fresh milk. Make it for him, make it for him and k-kiss him in the forehead, cheeks and lips for him to, to know that you’re still around and willing to stick with him through thick and thin.”

 No, Adley didn’t know how James liked his coffee, he never drinks it in her house. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t like fresh milk, but all these information got Adley shaking. How much does she actually know about James? And compared to (Y/n)? What was the woman trying to achieve? Is (Y/n) trying to prove that she’s better for James? What the actual hell is she trying to-

 “Uhm, I-I’m sorry, please give me a minute.”

 Adley finally looked up from her lap, and instantly, every single thought about this woman trying to shake her up disappeared. (Y/n) was biting her own lower lip. Her chest was heaving up and down, so quick and shaky, as if she was drowning. He eyes glistened, even in the dim living room and it didn’t take long to tell that the woman’s tears were standing at bay. Adley’s mind replayed (Y/n)’s words and she realised that half way through, the woman sounded like her voice got caught in her throat.

 “B-Bucky actually needs a blanket for him to sleep because,” (Y/n) continued despite all her whimpers, “because he t-thinks that if there’s nothing t-to cover you both, someone will take y-you away from him. H-he will always, always worry that one day you’ll leave… He thinks h-he’s never good enough. A-And you need to be there for him. Tell him, tell him you’ll always be around! K-Kiss his neck, snuggle into him-”

 And Adley watched with tears in her own eyes, the breaking down of (Y/n). The (y/h/c) woman started sobbing, clenching her teeth and gripping her hands so tightly, knuckles all white. Her breaths were inconsistent, sometimes clashing with the gasps coming from her throat. The door opened and Adley saw the redhead rushing towards (Y/n)’s side once more.

 “N-Natasha…” (Y/n) called out.

 Ah, so that was her name. Adley watched as Natasha took (Y/n) into her arms, patting (Y/n)’s hair and nodding her head to whatever (Y/n) throws at her.

 “Why am I so weak? N-Natasha why? I’ve used up my entire life,” she hiccuped, “my entire life to build a wall too keep t-this kind of situation away! I didn’t want to end up like my mom so why… Why? Why? Why?”

 It was then Adley understood the pity that was reflected in (Y/n)’s eyes before. It wasn’t for Adley, no, it was for herself. Watching (Y/n) trashed about in the arms of Natasha, Adley asked herself. Is this really worth it? Is stealing someone’s man really worth another’s life?

Just then, the door opened again. Adley stopped breathing and time seemed to have stopped because standing in all his glory, was James himself.

 “Hey Babe, how’s it going-”

 Bucky’s voice got caught in his throat when he saw the love of his life crying in the arms of her best friend, sitting across his lover.

Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 6) SMUT

Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Smut, DRUGS, alcohol, cursing

Words: 3,492

A/N: sorry this took me forver to put out and write, i’ve been having writers block lately. ANYWAY, I just finished this about five minutes ago and haven’t read over it too thoroughly so there might be a few mistakes. Much love and keep requesting :))))

Masterlist


Why do I do what I do? Merlin, I fucking hate myself. One minute I am collected, and the next i’m off the chain, what the hell is going on with me?

I don’t like him, I don’t

Yet, I crave him so much

But maybe it’s not a want

It’s a need.

I bloody need him.

I want to feel him once again, but this time I want him to remember, I want him to remember.

All night these dastardly thoughts have been racing through my head, the night me and Sirius shared resides in the darkest parts of my memories, for I shouldn’t even dare to remember at all, yet I do, I keep thinking about it, and it just makes me want it more and more.


When I awoke I had a massive headache, my eyes could barely open because of the bright sunlight shining in on me. I twitched slightly, too tired to pull the covers over my head.

“Morning.” Lily said.

I peered over to her, she was sitting on her bed, a cup of tea nestled in between her hands, and a pair of sunglasses placed on her nose.

“Need some?” She questioned, referencing to her sunglasses. “S’quite bright in here.”

I sat up slowly, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

“What the hell happened last night?” I asked, looking down at a set of lingerie lying on the floor.

“Well, we got drunk, and I mean bloody drunk,” She said, getting excited. “I brought some of my favorite muggle alcohol and you and I finished them off.”

“Me and you finished off two bottles of…” I looked down at the floor reading the labels on the front of the glass. “Jack Daniels?”

Lily got quiet all of the sudden, looking down into her mug.

“Lily…” I pressed. “Who else was with us?”

She stayed quiet, still looking longingly into her mug.

“Just James, and Remus and Peter…” She said half-heartedly.

“You’re telling me Remus drank hard liquor? Because we both know good and well he doesn’t drink hard liquor.”

“…And Sirius.” She said quietly, sounding ashamed.

“And Sirius!” I laughed sarcastically, getting angry.

“Lily,” I questioned.” “What the hell happened last night?”


the night before…


“He did what!” Lily whisper yelled at me, dragging me into the corner.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms protectively.

“How many times do I have to say it. I started freaking out, then I leant up and kissed him.”

Lily scoffed, not knowing what to say.

“What?” I yelled. “It’s not like I haven’t kissed him before!”

“Y/N…” She sighed. “This is different, you were…you were…”

“Lucid? Yeah I know.”

She eyed me up and down, flashing me a quizzical look.

“You don’t like him… do you?”

I got choked up, my air catching in my throat

“Pshh… What, me? Like Sirius? Haha, of course not!” I said, trying to play it off, but the thoughts inside my head were contradicting everything I was saying.

She raised her brow at me and shook her head as we walked into the common room, running into James and Remus.

“Oi, where are you two off to?” James asked, pulling Lily into a hug.

“Just going upstairs, a long day it’s been.” Lily replied, rummaging her head into his neck.

“What she said.” I added.

“Are you guys not going to the party tonight?” Remus asks, smiling at me.

“Party?” I asked. “What party?”

“Just a house party for Gryffindor’s, maybe a few Hufflepuff’s.” Remus added.

I scoffed, biting my lip instinctively.

“No Slytherins?” I asked.

“Merlin no, definitely not. Sirius made it very clear he didn’t want them here.”

James coughed and nudged Remus’ side, I guess that was something he wasn’t supposed to say. Me and Lily looked at each other suspiciously and waltzed up the stairs to our room.


“What are you wearing?” Lily yelled to me from the bathroom.

I couldn’t find anything I wanted to wear in my wardrobe despite the countless dresses and denim I had all lined up.  

“Not sure yet.” I added.

She walked out of the bathroom, sliding in an earring, her hair freshly curled and bouncing along with each step.

“Let me look.” She said, pushing me out of the way and searching my wardrobe.

Then it caught her eye, the light pink, holographic dress. It was tight up top and flared out at the bottom, quite skimpy. If I bent over too far everyone would have quite the view of my arse.

“This,” She said. “This is what you’re going to wear.”

“That?” I yelled, a bit curious.

“Yes that! You’ll be the talk of the school, why haven’t you worn it yet?” She asked.

“Well it was more of a collective purchase, I wasn’t planning on wearing it.”

“Well you will tonight, and I bet you’ll get more than just a few cheeky glances.” She said, winking.

I rolled my eyes, but gave into her pressure, slipping up the small dress wearing nothing but dark red underwear beneath.


“We look good.” She said, I agreed, nodding along with her.

“Great, even.” I added.

My hair, once again, sat high atop my head, my makeup still natural, but with a hint of flare.

“Let’s go.”


The party music was booming, we heard the rumble from atop the stairs. Some couples were getting a head start already, pushing each other up against their bedroom doors, making out vigorously.

“Bet ten galleons you’ll fuck Sirius tonight.”

“I won’t so, you’re on.”

“You will.” Was all she said and we began to strut towards the compacted crowd.

The moment I stepped foot on the floor seemed all the attention in the room was on me. Guys were ogling over me, girls were slapping their men on the arms so they’d pay attention to them, yet I could careless. I had one person on my mind, I had one person I wanted to impress.

I saw him with James and Remus and a few other guys from our house horsing around with one another. They all had drinks in their hands and seemed a little buzzed. I looked down quickly, checking my dress to make sure I looked alright, that there were no wrinkles. Why did I care so much? Maybe Lily was right, maybe I did like him, maybe I just couldn’t accept it.

When I looked back up he was already staring at me, his mouth watering. His eyes met mine, intensely. He stared into them for a good five seconds before they started travelling down, lower and lower. The guys around him began to notice.

“Sirius?” Remus shouted to him. “Are you alrigh-”

And that’s when the others caught on, when they all got sight of me. Something about this dress was illuminating, it made me stand out against everyone in the crowd. Sirius finally took a sip of his drink, still staring at me. He chugged it all down, placing it on a table next to him, and waltzing over to me.

“Fancy seeing you here t’night, you look ravishing.” He said wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me into him, whispering the last part of the sentence into my ear.

“Thank you.” I gulped, barely being able to speak, my stomach erupting with butterflies.

“Well,” James said, Sirius still gazing into my eyes. “Let’s get this party started.”


One shot, lime, two shots, lime, three shots, lime. Apparently I liked tequila.

My vision began to lighten as the liquor in my stomach began to churn, cooking up a spell. Sirius stood behind me, his hand around my front, he held a  lime in his mouth and each time I downed another i’d turn around and suck the juice out of it, making sure to look him right in the eyes.

“Sirius, Y/N!” Lily slurred, her pupils insanely dilated.

“Evans!” I yelled. “What the hell are you on!”

“Molly… or maybe it was acid, either way come upstairs with us!” She yelled back, undeniably fucked up.

“Upstairs? The party is down here!” I shouted back, making sure she heard me over the music.

“Yeah but upstairs I have two bottles of Jack Daniels with our names on it.” She said with a sly smile, biting down on her tongue with her teeth.

I looked up at Sirius who was already looking down at me. We both nodded to each other and followed Lily, James, Remus, Peter and two other guys up the stairs to our dorm room.


“Whiskey for everyone!” Lily yelled, us all stumbling into the room after her, everyone giggling back and forth to one another over our drunken states.

She pulled out eight shot glasses and placed them all upside down on the floor, Remus rolled a blunt and placed it down next to them, while Peter peppered a few psychedelics here and there.

“Let’s play a game!” She squealed, pulling us all down to the floor, Sirius pulling me into his lap, he didn’t like the hungry looks every guy was giving me.

“Truth or dare,” James said. “The game for the brave and the… weak.”

He proceeded then to go over the rules of the game, saying that if you refused a truth or a dare you had one of three options; take a shot, hit the blunt, or take a psychedelic, and if you had already chose one, the next time you’d have to pick another.


We were an hour into the game, but still barely made a dent into it. Remus and Peter were stoned out of their minds, Lily and I well, let’s just say we drank a little more than anticipated, and everyone had officially taken at least one psychedelic.

“Lily, Y/N,” One of the other guys with us murmured. “Truth or dare?”

“Both of us?” I asked, slurring my words.

“Both of you.”

“Isn’t that like, against the rules?”

“Nope,” He said, popping the P. “So what’ll it be?”

I was about to speak before Lily answered for me.

“Dare.” Lily said suddenly, a devilish gleam In her eye.

The guy started laughing, and whispered something into one of the other guys ears.

“Strip.” Was all he said, leaning back on his hands.

Since I was far from sober, the phrase was almost like music to my ears, but a clarifying sobriety deep down was yelling at me, telling me not to do it.

“You’re not too pussy are you?” He asked.

Me and lily looked to one another, raising our eyebrows.

“M’not too pussy, maybe Y/N, but not me.” Lily slurred, standing up all wobbly.

“Well, I said both of you, so strip or pick.” He said, the word pick referring to the drugs.

“This isn’t fair,” I whined. “You lads will take advantage of us!”

“Advantage?” The bloke questioned. “Never in a million years.”

I looked down to Sirius who seemed rather annoyed, jealous the other boys could see me… exposed.

“Or,” The boy called. “Give me and… Remus a lap dance.”

“What?” Remus asked, the statement sending him quickly back into reality.

“You heard me Moony. I mean if you don’t want to I bet there’s someone who’s far more anxious to take your place.”

I looked to Sirius who was watching me like a hawk, he looked like he wanted to kill the guy who had dared me, his blood boiling and pumping through his veins.

“I’ll do it,” Sirius said all of the sudden, loud and stern, his jaw clenching. “Give me the lap dance.”

He stood up swiftly, his hand grasping onto my upper arm, a tight lock on it.

“And slip into something more… comfortable.”

Me and Lily disappeared into the bathroom, pulling two select pieces from our wardrobe. James was pass out drunk, he slept soundly on the wooden floor so Lily had no choice but give one of the others a lap dance. We were both still under the influence, completely hammered, so I left on my dark red underwear but slipped a bra over my breasts and a silk teddy over the top as well.  

“C’mon ladies,” He called. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

We both sauntered out, Lily’s hips swaying much more than mine. The sudden exposure of my skin making an uncomfortable feeling erupt from within me, my hands instinctively wrapping around my chest.

“C’mon, don’t be shy.”

I dropped my hands walking right towards Sirius, an angry look still plastered on his face.

“Merlin…” I heard a boy call.

I looked over to my right and Lily had already began to dance. Getting low to the ground, swaying her hips, rubbing up on all the guys around her. I saw Remus scoot backwards, undeniably uncomfortable, yet he still watched from afar, a strange sight it was indeed.

I straddled Sirius, my legs wrapping around his lap, sinking down onto his crotch. His hands never touched me, they just held him up from behind, his eyes looking into mine then down my body quizzically.

“This feels so, familiar.” He stated, trying to sound calm but still I heard the rage spitting through his teeth. He really didn’t like the looks they were all giving me.

“Familiar?” I asked, acting like I had no clue to what he was referring to, watching him try to figure out what about this was so strange.

But I knew, I knew the feeling, a feeling I’ve been trying to shake ever since it happened, no matter how badly I didn’t want to. He was remembering the time we spent together, that I prayed so dearly he’d forget.

Suddenly I was being lifted off Sirius lap and placed into someone elses, their hands gripping roughly to my hips.

“If you’re not going to do anything to her I sure as bloody hell will!” One of the boys from earlier squawked.

He looked at me with a distinct hunger in his eyes, he was devouring me with them. He started moving me up and down onto his crotch, trying to get some friction between the two of us. This is not how I wanted it, this wasn’t how I wanted any of this to be. Suddenly I heard a thud and a shuffling of feet and once again I was being yanked off someone else’s lap. Sirius threw me off to the side, and yanked up the kid who pulled me into his lap by his collar.

“Who the hell do you think you are, mate?” Sirius yelled. “You think you can bloody treat a woman like that, my woman?”

The guy was petrified, looking at Sirius then back to me.

“D-didn’t know she was yours, mate!” He squealed while falling back down onto the floor with a thud.  

And for the last time Sirius yanked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and pulled me into the bathroom. I was pushed harshly against the door, smacking my head a tad on the wood. I felt Sirius’ hands wrap around my waist, one of them also holding me up under my bum. He rested his head on my chest and stayed quiet, my hand landed in his hair, playing with it.

“Sirius?” I asked looking down at him sleepily, watching his chest heave up and down.

“Hmm?” He asked.

“Didn’t know I was yours…” I said playfully, biting my lip, a small smile sweeping up onto my face.

He smiled into my skin, I felt the stretching of his lips against my chest,a low rumble escaping them.

“You aren’t really… s’just like you is all… got a tad jealous.”

“A tad?” I asked, pulling his chin up so he looked at me, he tried to hold back a smile on his face.

We were startled by Lily’s playful squealing coming from my room, and the sound of pounding music being turned up. We looked back to one another and began to laugh and he set me back down on my feet.

“You’re drunk.” He said laughing.

“So are you!” I yelled back, poking his chest.

“Yeah but I wasn’t the one who almost gave four different guys a lapdance.”

“You’re just jealous.” I said, sticking my nose up in the air, walking away from him.

“Oi!” He yelled. “Of what?”

“You wanted one, a lap dance.”

“Did I now?” He asked, testing me. “How are you so sure?”

“Well for starters I saw your dick jump out of your pants when I walked out of the bathro-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before he cut me off, tackling me to the ground.

“We won speak of this!” He yelled playfully, pushing his hand over my mouth.

And suddenly we were in the position again, me straddling him, my crotch coming close and closer to his. He looked down at me on his lap, one of his eyebrows raising, then looked back up at my outfit. I kept my eyes on his, watching him as I lowered myself a top his pants, pressing down hard.

“Y/N,” He moaned, his head falling back. “You’re drunk.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.” I said back.

And with that sentence he latched on tightly to my hips as I began to grind harder and harder onto his erection. My hands flying back into his hair, my fingers tangling themselves within the strands.

I turned around swiftly, trying to synchronize my moves to the beat of the music. I began to pull my teddy down, strap by strap, making sure to give him a show. He sat there, leant back, watching me with a glaze over his eyes. I dropped the pink silk to the floor, becoming exposed to him like I was that one time.

I bent over infront of his face, then sat down on him backwards, his hands massaging hard into the skin of my ass. I moved my bum into the crotch of his jeans again, enjoying the sound of his breathless moans escaping from his lips.

I pushed him down on his back sitting down on his stomach and leant down to kiss him. Our lips pushing into each other roughly. There was a definite need there. I heard him whimper as I bit down on his bottom lip, pulling on the now pinkened skin.

I began to scooch my crotch lower and lower until I was perched on his cock again, grinding hard down onto it. I began to dry hump him, suddenly feeling the pleasure from my side. To make the friction much greater, Sirius pushed himself up on his hand, rubbing himself into as I was to him.

His mouth was wide open, attaching to my neck from time to time. I rubbed vigorously into him, the material of my panties beginning to bunch up onto one side. I could tell he was getting close, the sound of my moans filling his ears and a sudden wetness now covering his clothed cock. Then I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a throaty district  moan, saying my name softly as he came. I too, trying my hardest still to reach my desired place, and within no time I was there, a moaning mess just like him.

He fell back onto the floor and I feel on top of his, my ear to his chest listening to the pounding of his heart and the shortness in his breath.

“Hot damn,” He said. “I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life.”


The room was now empty, no sounds of music, no more squealing. Lily had finally laid her head to rest that night, Remus tucking her in after she got a little too crazy with that one boy from their house. Her soft snores were the only thing filling the room, well, that and the sound of Sirius whispering to Y/N, goodnight.

She slipped into bed as well, looking up to him as he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead, praising her once again for the beautiful work she had done that night. He walked out of the room, a small smiled placed across his face as he hopped quietly back to his dorm.


When he entered he sat down on his bed, laughing at James sprawled out on the floor, Peter looking practically dead, and Remus asleep as snug as a bug under his covers. Sirius peered over to his bedside table, looking at the family photo which sat gloomily next to him. Not a hint of a smile coming from any of their faces in the picture. He picked it up, getting a closer look at his brother whom he envied so deeply, but wanted to love so bad. The green surrounding the picture frame seemed to look so obscure next to the red lace panties that were sitting behind it.

Red lace panties.

Only then was it when Sirius realized everything he seemed to forget.

Draco Malfoy X Reader Amortentia

Summary: Y/N is late to her first potions class of the year and smells the strong cologne of someone she didn’t expect.

Warnings: None

Words: 341 (Sorry it’s so short!)

Originally posted by crystelgreene


I had accidentally slept late on the first day of classes and was already five minutes late for Potions class.

I quickly dashed into the classroom sputtering apologies, “I’m so sorry I’m late, Professor.”

“It’s alright, Ms.-?”

“Y/L/N.” I breathed in relief, taking a seat next to my three best friends, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.

When I eventually took a seat, a very familiar scent filled my nose. The odor of fresh rain lingered in the air, making me want to drown myself in it. I tried to place where I had smelled this unrecognizable aroma. Maybe in the hallways? Soon it hit me, Malfoy. Why did it smell like Malfoy?

“Why does it smell like Malfoy?” I asked Hermione, scrunching my nose.

“What?” she queried me, her eyes wide in shock.

“Can’t you smell it?” I wondered, narrowing my eyes in confusion.

Soon her mouth was hanging open, “You smell Draco Malfoy?”

“Um, yeah? Why?” I chuckled as we opened our books to the Draught of Living Death instructions.

“What else do you smell?” she inquired, the look of shock still evident on her face.

I took a deep breath and listed what else I could make out other than Malfoy’s cologne.

“Quidditch wood, cinnamon, and strangely something metallic?” I listed, a look of confusion emerging on my face.

“Do you see that potion up there?” she pointed to a cauldron full of a potion with a mother-of-pearl sheen. “It’s called ‘Amortentia.”

“No!” I blurted out. “I like Malfoy?”

“You don’t have to necessarily like him, but you’re attracted to him.” Hermione grimaced, adding an infusion of Wormwood into her cauldron.

“But-I…How?” I sighed in defeat, resting my face in my hands.

“I can smell your perfume from over here, Y/L/N.” Draco laughed from across the room. “Trying to impress someone?”

I glanced in Draco direction with a puzzled look, “I’m not wearing any.”

I looked back at Hermione to see her face flushing and trying her hardest to contain her giggles.

anonymous asked:

Can you have the RFA + Saeran react to (busty) MC asking for help in clasping their bra?

Hey anon!

Sorry it took me so long, hope you enjoy!


Yoosung

  • oh god
  • lots and lots of blushing
  • his hands are literally shaking
  • he’s trying to clasp MC’s bra, but he just can’t
  • he keeps on apologizing because it’s been, like, five minutes since MC asked 
  • and he still hasn’t made it
  • but with time, he actually learns how to do it properly
  • he would still blush a lot tho

Zen

  • when MC asks, she’s kinda sure he can help her
  • she’s wrong, he can’t
  • he gets super embarassed
  • i mean, MC, are you trying to unleash the beast?
  • he does his best not to think about the fact that MC is almost naked
  • he fails
  • do i need to tell you what happens next?
  • let’s just say MC never asks him for help anymore

Jumin

  • this guy has sper skilled fingers, trust me
  • he can unhook MC’s bra in, like, three seconds
  • but can he clasp it in the same time?
  • hell yeah
  • he doesn’t even seem to notice MC’s breast while he does that
  • not even when MC needs help with a front clasp bra
  • how can you?

Jaehee

  • oh boy does she get it
  • she’s quite busty herself, so she knows how difficult it may be
  • when MC asks, she’s super ready to help her
  • in a matter of seconds, MC’s bra is clasped and ready to go
  • it quickly becomes an habit of theirs to help eachother with their bras

Saeyoung/707

  • he’s such an idiot
  • he’s more than glad to help MC, of course
  • but he needs to be funny and make stupid jokes
  • stupid jokes that make the both of them laugh
  • so they end up laughing all the time
  • and no bra gets clasped

Saeran

  • you can bet he’s super chill
  • MC needs help with her bra? sure, no problem
  • in a couple of seconds he’s done
  • but there are some times when he just can’t help it but giving a quick look at MC’s breast
  • and he knows he shouldn’t
  • because now, you can bet they’re going to be busy for a very loooong time
Make me stay at work late, have fun spending your new years covered in syrup

A few years ago when I was in my second year of college I worked at a Five Guys and was scheduled to work on New Year’s Eve. Normally the store would close at 10 but because it was a holiday, we were closing at 8 that night and I had a party to get to after work. Like a plague, a huge line of customers forms around 7:50. We were still open for another 10 minutes so we had to take their orders but we kindly let each group know that we were closing at 8 that night. Most people were very understanding and some even ate and left really fast but two groups of people (one wearing obnoxious blinking party hats) seemed to take personal offense to us telling them we were closing at 8 and stayed as long as possible seemingly just to spite us. We kept the doors unlocked so every time new customers came in thinking we were still open we would say we were closed hoping the people still sitting there would get the idea and pack up and head out. Didn’t work.

It’s now approaching 8:45 and I’m gonna be late to this party regardless so now my mindset shifts from getting people to leave to getting revenge. Five Guys has those fancy, touch screen, coke machines. The nozzles need to be taken out and cleaned and without the nozzle, the water and syrup don’t mix well and spray out like a diarrhea storm in every direction and the syrup just globs onto everything. One of the tables had finished their food a while ago and, possibly in an attempt to prolong their stay, kept refilling their drinks every few minutes. I decide it’s time to get more of a jump on cleaning so I take the nozzles out of both coke machines knowing what would happen, stand at the counter and wait.

It took all of 2 minutes for some girl to get up and head to one of the machines. When she hit the button the machine just fucking assaulted her with coke syrup while making this loud ass hissing noise that clearly scared the shit out of her. I look over at her and her white shirt is soaked and covered in dark spots. I was just about to walk over to her and explain what had happened and passive aggressively apologize for the “accident” so she wouldn’t cause a fuss with my boss when I noticed she was walking to the other machine. I stood back and watched as the same fucking thing happened again. At this point, I just walked over and said something along the lines of “Oh, sorry. These machines do that without the nozzles and we’re closed so we’re cleaning them now.” I think I handed her like two napkins as if they would help. She and her friends left without an issue a few minutes later which signaled to the other group that it was finally time to leave.

tl;dr Five Guys I worked at closed two hours early on New Years Eve, some guests stayed almost an hour after closing. I took nozzles out of coke machines to “clean them”, some girl tries refilling her cup at one and then the other and gets coke syrup sprayed on her by both

Stubborn and Sick (Draco x Reader)

can you do an imagine where you’re draco’s girlfriend and you’re in slytherin but you’re sick one day so you stay behind in his bed while he takes care of you?xx

You groggily woke up from your restless slumber, wincing at the soreness of your throat and at the pounding headache that made focusing hard.

“Merlin, Y/N, you look like you just got kissed by a dementor.” Pansy exclaimed as she entered your room.

“Just what a girl wants to hear.” You croaked out, barely above a whisper.

“I came here to wake you up thinking that you overslept but now I’m here to forbid you from going to lessons. You look like death.”

“Pansy, it’s probably just a head cold.” You said, standing up and heading towards your wardrobe, grabbing a clean uniform and heading towards the bathroom.

“Y/N…”

“Pans, I’m fine. Just don’t tell Draco, he’ll over react and I really can’t miss lessons, our O.W.Ls are just around the corner.”

“Honestly, you hang out with the golden dorks way too much…” she muttered playfully. After a few minutes you and Pansy finally came down to the Slytherin common room where Draco and the rest of the gang was waiting for you.

“What took you so long, love?” Draco asked as he took your hand in his. You cleared your throat before answering, hoping that you wouldn’t sound as sick as you felt.

“Oh you know me, always oversleeping. Pansy was kind enough to make sure I woke up in time.” Draco snorted.

“Pansy, kind? Yeah right. But nevertheless, I’m glad you’re here, I was starting to get worried but with the bloody enchantments on the stairs I wouldn’t have made it past the second step.” You merely nodded, trying your hardest to focus on what your boyfriend was saying as he led you to the dining hall to grab a quick bite before heading to your first lesson, Charms.

“Y/N, do you want a muffin?” Draco asked you after a few minutes, you were still starring at your oatmeal that you didn’t even hear him. It took him three more times before you finally came to your senses.

“Huh? What?”

“You alright, love? I was talking to you for like five minutes and nothing.” He continued, brows furrowed in concern.

“Um, yeah, sorry, I just didn’t sleep that well last night.” You said as you rummaged through your bag looking for a hair tie. You barely wore your hair up so this was quite the warning sign for Draco, that and how flush you were becoming as the minutes passed by. Before he could question you, you stood up hurrying everyone so you wouldn’t be late to class.

You were feeling worse as the lesson went on, Draco kept shooting you worried glances and Pansy whispered how dreadful you looked and how she was worried. Your eyes kept closing and before you knew it, Professor Flitwick was standing in front of your desk.

“Miss L/N, you’re burning up! Miss Parkinson, could you be kind enough to escort her to Madam Pomfrey?” Pansy nodded, taking your arm and guiding you out of the class, leaving a worried Draco behind.

You had a cold, a really nasty one, Madam Pomfrey sent you straight to your room, you might’ve argued for a good five minutes but let’s face it, no one wins against Pomfrey.

You were underneath three blankets, and had a scowl on your face. You hated being sick, it rendered you useless. With another huff you rolled over in bed, hoping to fall asleep.

It must’ve been hours but you were finally awoken by a gentle hand brushing away your damp hair away from your face.

“You had me quite worried today.”

“Draco?”
“The one and only.” He said, smiling fondly at you as he laid next to you in bed.

“How did you get into the girls’ dormitories?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know…” he left off, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. You were too tired and achy to really put much thought into it so you snuggled closer to him.

“Now, you are forbidden from leaving this bed. I got your favorite book, tea with honey, chocolates, I already did your homework for the day, and I’ll go down to the great hall when dinner starts and grab us some soup to soothe your throat.” He listed off.

“Well it doesn’t sound like I have a choice…” you muttered playfully.

“Nope, and I’ll keep you company so fear not fair lady!” Draco said, laughing lightly.

“But what about your Quidditch practice?”

“They can do without me for a day. I don’t want my girlfriend to die of boredom while she’s sick, I have to stay here and make sure she’s as comfortable as possible.”

“My knight in shining armor!” you began laughing but then that soon turned into a coughing fit.

“Yeah, no more laughter, I don’t want you to cough out a lung, Madam Pomfrey would kill me if you lose an organ under my care…” he trailed off as he handed you a steaming cup of tea.

Maybe being sick had its perks after all.

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#2: “Can you shut up for five minutes, please???”

#14: “I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship.”

#15: “You’re breaking my heart, babe.”

#56: “I found the candles, we’ll be alright.”

warning: cursing

word count: 1,056

a/n: Haha, so I know everyone wants more Monty so here ya go! I’m kinda happy with this because I managed to put 4 ‘quotes’ in this, feel free to request more Monty or anyone else from 13rw! <3


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Christian Yu x Reader - A/F // Part 2


The small child clung onto your leg and continued whining about going to the park, you sighed and picked him up cradling him on your hip.

“Uncle Christian promised, didn’t he?” You asked the boy as you wiped his tears “I’ll go and talk to him” You kissed his cheek and settled him on the floor next to his toys.

Christians nephew came over every Saturday and you adored him he was the only thing that made you smile right now. Christian had promised to take him to the park, however, he appeared to have forgotten, he had informed you that he was free for the day, yet, he had spent it in his home studio as always.

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anonymous asked:

Thanks for doing the fundraising drive, Sam, I hope it goes well! I was donation "random word: outstanding." I headcanon Steve as panromantic asexual and, if you're into it, I'd love to see a few words about that because no one writes ace fic. Otherwise anything upbeat, really. Thanks again!

Oooh, a challenge! Hope this is okay, I know asexual covers a lot of different attitudes towards sex. And that you’re ok with Steve/Tony.    

“So…no sex at all?”

Steve grinned at Clint, who was looking perplexed. “No, Clint. No sex at all.”

“You don’t even want to?”

“Not especially. I’m always surprised other folks do. I used to think it was a joke,” Steve said. 

“But you date people,” Clint said. “You’re dating Tony Stark.”

“Indeed I am.”

“And you dated Sharon Carter for like two minutes, right?” Clint’s eyes widened. “Was it because of the – “

“No,” Steve said. 

“Really? She was cool with it?”

“Shockingly,” Steve said deadpan. Clint took the hint.

“Sorry, that was rude.”

“It’s fine. Sharon and I broke up for other reasons.” 

Silence fell. Steve glanced at Clint over his breakfast cereal.

“You can ask,” he said, and he almost wasn’t done speaking before Clint blurted, 

“Is TONY okay with it?” 

“Tony is fine with it. What you fail to realize, Binocular Brain,” Tony said, walking into the kitchen with an empty mug, “is that I am forty-five, not twenty-five, so if he did want sex I’d barely be able to keep up anyway. Besides, I have two perfectly good hands.”  

“They’re very nice,” Steve added.

“Thank you, I think so.” Tony poured out a cup of coffee, added just enough milk to cool it to drinkable temperature, and slurped down half of it. “Clint, what relationship advice would you give someone who is having a compatibility issue with their partner?”

Clint considered his, stirring his cereal. “I dunno. Find ways to make it work, I suppose,” he said.  

“And is that likely to easier or more difficult when it’s an emotional issue rather than a physical one?” Tony continued, leaning against Steve’s shoulder. 

“Fine, you got me, physical workarounds are probably easier,” Clint grumbled, but he sounded good-natured about it. 

“Run along, Mom and Dad have stuff to talk about,” Tony said. “Go google asexual, then go google panromantic. For good measure, google bisexual Tony Stark.” 

“Keep safesearch on when you do!” Steve called after him, as Clint cleared out. “What do we have to talk about?”

“Mostly what you want to do today. I think we should go to the Met, look at some art, and then not have sex,” Tony said brightly. Steve leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

“Sounds good to me,” he agreed.