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The “Rescue”

Tom and Marco attempt to rescue Star from Ludo…. but…. something’s wrong…. very wrong

AAAHH!!!!! That’s pretty much my mind when I saw this comic…. and when i recorded the voices….. and put it together…. JUST CONTINUOUS SCREAMING ;_;

This comic…. HERE!! is actually a part two, it’s the continuation of @necrosishead‘s other comic, right….. HERE!!!!


…..as best as you can DX

People Like You (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

“A Jared x reader fic where the reader is new to school and slowly comes popular and knows that liking Jared is suicide but she can’t help herself?”

Request by: @fabdom-girl

Warnings: Explicit language, using the word “slut” as an insult, and people drawing a boy’s non-no parts on Evan’s cast.

She had only been there for 3 months and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was already one of the most popular girls in the school.

No, she wasn’t a snob. However, most of the people she called her “friends” were.

She didn’t realize this until she watched three of them trip a girl in the cafeteria, laugh at her, and walk away while kicking bits of mac and cheese back at the poor girl. (Y/N) hesitantly helped the girl back up and handed her a napkin.

She was being watched by nearly anyone, and everyone who was anyone knew that to get to the top of the social pyramid she had to make a choice. Be popular and rude, or be nice and gradually sink down to the bottom of the chain.

“You don’t get anywhere by being nice.” Her friends, the Heathers, would remind her. But that’s how she was.

Smart, pretty, kind, and talented. That’s what everyone thought of her.

Everyone except for Jared Kleinman. Sure, he thought, she was pretty. But,

“Do you think she put the mac and cheese on the ground back in that girl’s food? Like to make her sick?” Jared asked the only person sitting with him, Evan Hansen.

“No, I think you’re over-thinking this, and she’s actually a nice person.” He responded, playing with his mac and cheese with his plastic spoon.

“Bullshit, Hansen.” Jared hissed, “No way in hell is there a person with so much power, that decides to be that nice.”

“She doesn’t have ‘power’, Jared. We’re literally in high school. This isn’t some kind of weird, student-lead, monarchy.” Evan protested. He thought that (Y/N) was nice.

“The only reason you’re on her side, is because she helped you write an essay last month. What grade did you get on that again?”

“An A-” Evan replied, still holding his head high like he was proud.

“Exactly my point! Why not an A+? Why couldn’t ‘little miss perfect’ get you a perfect 100? Because she maybe didn’t have the time to spend with people like you!” Jared was shouting at this point, and people at nearby tables were starting to notice him.

“What do you mean, ‘people like you’?” Evan asked, defensively. He began to stand up with his tray, slowly.

“God, Evan, you’re so dense.” He laughed to himself. “People that nobody notices.” That had done it. Jared’s offensive and slightly morbid humor had gone right over Evan’s head this time. Evan stood up and walked out of the lunch room.

In the hallway, (Y/N)’s friends were waiting on her to finish up in the bathroom. One of them saw Evan walk out of the lunchroom and approached him, taking notice to his cast.

“Mind if I sign?” She asked, pulling out a green sharpie.

“U-uh sur-e.” He stumbled over his words. She signed her name, and a drew a rather inappropriate picture underneath it. Right as she was walking away, Evan took a look at her “signature”.

He read what she wrote down aloud, “Heather Du- hey! Oh uh- ah okay…” Evan noticed her walking away, laughing with her friends. He felt powerless. Why couldn’t he just stand up for himself? He felt his eyes water and his nose felt tingly.

“Hey- um, Evan?” (Y/N) approached him cautiously. He looked up and she was slightly taken aback by his red eyes.

“Oh- hi.” He replied, looking down again.

“Is everything okay? What did they do?” Without looking up, Evan showed her his cast. Heather’s name and the gross pictures that defaced it.

“Wh- I am so sorry. I have no idea why they have to be such…” she paused to find the right word,” “shit-dicks sometimes.”

Evan laughed, “Why do you even hang out with them?” (Y/N) took Evan’s hand and led him to her locker, while thinking of a way to explain herself.

“I kind of feel like, well like, I have to? Like it’s what everyone expects of me.” She opened her locker with him standing there, “There’s just so much pressure on ‘popular people’ to y’know, find who you belong with. And the Heathers decided that I belong with them. I wish I had a choice.”

“Wow. That’s- deep…” Evan cleared his throat, “I mean, you do have a choice. Unless they’re blackmailing you or something.”

“Listen Evan, I’m going to explain something a little personal to you.” She grabbed white-out from the top shelf, “At my last school, nobody wanted anything to do with me. Everyone was so judgmental, and when I heard from my parents that we were moving, I was ecstatic. A chance to start over, and a chance to actually have friends for once.” She began to apply the white-out where Duke had drawn.

“So that’s why you’re so nice? I- I mean like, you seem nice to everyone.” A girl was touching his arm.

“Yea. Because I know what it feels like to be treated like I’m worthless.” She finished covering up the signature and picture.

“C-can- um, will you- uh, sign my cast?” He managed to say. She laughed and looked through her locker to find a blue sharpie. She signed his cast and closed her locker.

“Ok, back to lunch with you, mister.” She laughed.

“Bye, (Y/N)!” He walked away, happily.

Little did either of them know, Jared was right around the corner listening to her story.

“I’ll admit it, I didn’t really think you were that good a person at first.” He said, walking out of his hiding place.

“How much did you hear?” She asked. She recognized him as Jared Kleinman, the boy who had repeatedly caught her eye in the hallways. He looked, if she were sugar-coating it, a little dorky. But like a cute kind of dorky.

“Enough to know that you used to be a girl-version of Evan.” He laughed.

“You can’t tell anyone what your just heard.” She said, a deathly seriousness in her tone.

“Why not? Because it’ll ruin your reputation with the popular kids? You’re so weird.” He scoffed.

“Why do you care? Evan told me that you have it out for me. I just want to know why.”

“Because you’re a poser. I just don’t believe someone who is so popular could be so nice. You’re planning something. What are you going to do? Blow up the school? Punch the principal’s dog in the face?” He took a step forward with an eye-brow raised. Now he was less than a foot in front of her.

“I’m not a terrorist, you di- jerk.” She hissed. To say she was intimidated was an understatement, but she wasn’t going to let him know that. She leaned forward and propped herself up onto her toes.

“You don’t scare me.” He whispered to her. He was amused by how pathetic she looked, trying to look scary.

“Well good, because you don’t scare me either!” she said, looking at his whole face. She never noticed how he had the charming-but-nerdy kind of look to him.

“Oh okay, sure. Prove it.”

“Is that a threat, or are you making a move?” She asked, she was on the verge of laughing at him, but stood her ground. She may or may not have felt extremely attracted to him in that moment, and he may or may not have reciprocated those feelings.

Without thinking, she grabbed him by his shoulders and brought his lips to hers. He was taken aback, but eventually kissed back with an equal amount of vigor.

Neither of them were holding back, and both knew what they wanted. Their lips moved in nearly perfect sync, but the tension and hatred from their argument was still there. It was that hatred towards each other that was fueling the kiss.

His hands were at the small of her back, and gradually moving south. He had her basically pinned to the wall of lockers behind her. She gasped, and brought her hands up to the back of his head, desperately trying to bring him closer, but at this point, that wasn’t possible.

That’s when the bell rung. The lunch period was over.

They both jerked away as fast as they could, both with the same hostile expressions they had before their… ‘interaction’.

“That was disgusting.” She scoffed.

“You’re disgusting.” He said in reply. He walked away, but turned his head to shoot her a wink. Her body heated up, and she turned back to her locker to grab her books for the next period. Instead of her locker she was met with the scowling face of Heather Duke.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that. Tomorrow, everyone is going to know how much of a slut you are for ‘computer-camp-Jared.’ You’ll be less than a nobody.” She growled. 

Grabbing her books from her locker and closing it, (Y/N) tapped Heather’s nose with a smile.

“Who’s going to believe you over me? Being nice may not make me popular, but it makes people like me more than people like you.” And she walked away, leaving Heather dumbfounded. (Y/N) could still feel Jared’s touch linger on her lips.

Today is a good day.


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Liam and Jaal getting into a compliment battle that began very Innocent and honest.

“You are a most skilled fighter, Liam. I enjoy watching your prowess in the field.”

“Ah thanks mate you’re all good with that techie stuff. Fixed my shields a few time yeah? ”

“Yes well only because you so expertly kept me safe from wayward by bullets. I simply had to return the favor.”

“Of course, I did. Gotta protect our biggest asset, you know? Wouldn’t be good to let you get hurt.”

“Oh, but would not our crisis response be of greater importance? Where then would we be in a crisis?”

“Ah you would all manage, I bet. But we only got one Angara mate and that makes you priority one in my book.”

“Well, in mine, that would be you. I would not want to be caught in a crisis without you.

“Oh, uh, aha, well ah alright thanks yeah. Back at you.”

Or it devolves into Jaal making Liam feel like the stars and then they smooch and cuddle.

Of baby talk and other shenanigans

            .x▬▬▬▬[» Of baby talk and other shenanigans «]▬▬▬▬ ×.

Luna knew she was in for something the moment she entered the Jam&Roller.

It may be Gastón devilish smirk, Nina`s alarmed face or Jim and Jam secretive looks; or even the way Ramiro was looking at her with mocking concentration while popping popcorn in his mouth all the while Simon was trying to conceal his amusement whereas Nico was cleaning the tables looking like the most normal in the group, and Pedro, well he looked quiet but somehow resigned.

Lunas was wary.

“Hey Luna!” Gaston called in a very, very chipper voice.

And rightfully so.

Keep reading

Leorai Week Day 3: “Sparring Together.” 


Sorry again for my late post of yesterday’s post.

“Sparring Gone Wrong.” - @sirensfantasy

*CLANG**SLASH* Sounds of metal rang through the dojo, sparks flew as Leo and Karai spent their evening sparring together. It was late, but neither one of them were tired, wanting to use their remaining energy to spar with each other. None of the others wanted to join, but both Leo and Karai preferred to spar on their own, together, making it more fun and exciting… Feeling loose and free to move around easily, Karai loved the feel of having no weight on her body from the armour she always wears. She wore just her leggings and a short white crop top only covering her chest, showing the rest of her body… And Leo was happy, he too was not wearing any of his gear, only the strip of blue fabric around his eyes, his mask, which he refuses to take off… Karai tries, but fails to keep the turtle from putting it back on, which frustrates her…  

*KICK* “HA! Your Gonna Have To Do Better Than That, Leo!” Karai said with a laugh. *WHACK* “OW!” Leo squealed, getting hit by Karai, she stood and smiled nervously… Flipping up, dodging and blocking each other’s blows, Karai and Leo started to get out of breathe, cocky remarks came out of Leo’s mouth. Karai knew he was trying to put her off, make her lose her focus, but, he had another thing coming… “You Talk Too Much… Three Toes!” *SLAM* Pushing him back against the thick tree, Leo felt his shell shiver, but… He liked it, her roughness yet still remaining gentle… “Three Toes?” Leo repeated then smirked. “I’ll Show You Three Toes!” *Gasp* “Uh oh, NO WAIT I AH!” *BASH* Throwing his Katanas across the dojo, the turtle slammed Karai against the wall making her squeal, Karai raised her knee and kneed him in his plastron. Leo gasped for air only to get threw down hard. “Leo your too easy to spar with, your Letting me win.” Karai giggled but that made the turtle growl. “Too Easy I Am?” *GASP* “WAIT!” *THUD* “Leo, did you have to.” *Gasp*… Karai was cut off with a soft gasp, noticing Leo lying on her, staring at her in silence, a hidden blush showed under his blue mask, showing a small yet nervous smile. “Heh, uh, s, sorry, my fault.” Slowly the turtle went to get off her, only to feel a hand grasp his wrist… “Stay.” Leo heard Karai say quietly… Leo looked at her, taking in everything between them, slowly his hand slide up to clasp her hand tight. Karai made a soft laugh, showing a small smile. Leo found himself being pulled down by his mask tails, until his lips came into contact with Karai’s… Her arms soon wrapped around Leo’s shell, falling deeper and deeper, losing themselves in the kiss…

Slowly breaking apart, Leo could only show a smile, his fingers slowly ran through the strands of Karai’s hair. *Yawn* Leo laughed softly. “Tired?” He asked, hearing Karai yawn. “All that sparring.” *Yawn* Karai yawned again, she pushed against him and sat up… Leo smirked, more evil. “Bedroom?” He said, seeing her blush… “Ooooh, Lead the way… Hun.” *Giggles* Karai giggled only to see a shadow on the carpet, behind Leo… “Hey, W, what gives?” Leo got pushed a bit, suddenly hearing Karai gasp… “You, You Have A Tail?” Karai said happily. *GASP* “NO, Uh, uh… I.” Leo tried to hide it, but Karai just giggled and moved closer. “Lemme See, Lemme See.” Leo blushed deeper, shy and nervous, he sat there, and blinked… “Bye!” *PUFF* “HEY!” In a flash, Leo used a smoke bomb and made an escape, Karai gasped and chased her turtle out of the dojo… “Hey Karai, what are you?” “Not Now Raphael, I’ll Talk Later!” Karai rushed passed the red masked turtle who was about ready to go to bed. Raph stood and blinked… Ignored by Karai for reasons he doesn’t know, only to be struck by a thought, he knew why… Seeing a flash of blue mask tails go towards the bedrooms and Karai running after him. Raph smirked and shook his head with a sigh, not again… “He Better Wear A Condom!” Raph said to himself before going into the kitchen knowing he was going to have nightmares tonight. 

The End       

laskulls  asked:

(Hal attempting to flirt with Darren) "Wow that's a lot of stuff you're carrying. Who ordered all those elfroot potions? Was it Hanin? Sometimes those ducklings ask too much of you, in my opinion, they needn't put you to work like that. Oh, the inquisitor ordered the potions? I. That's me. Oh. Okay I did that. Sorry. Well it looks heavy and you must be very strong. I like strong m- Oh my, don't fall! Oh dear. This is awful. Please let me help." (and then he falls too)

Darren: I-I ah, well, yes, yes it is! Heavy, I mean. But I don’t mind! It’s something to do, y’know, keeping myself busy. Oh, they’re for you? Well that’s okay - even better! Where did you want them? [Grunts a little, hoisting the crate up higher, teetering] S-Strong? Me? Oh, uh, thank you, I… uh oh… a-ah–! [Stumbles. Falls. Potions everywhere. Both of them on the ground. Disaster.] 

Darren: I’m so sorry Inquisitor! T^T

jungkook first date
  • him saving up to go all out with you
  • taking you to a Big Bang concert so he’s surrounded by things that he loves
  • him constantly looking over at you instead of his IDOLS during the concert
  • smiling widely when he sees you smiling
  • buying food and offering it to you first 
  • feeding you when you tell him you dont want it
  • “what about u” “im on a diet” “no ur not”
  • grabbing some food and stuffing it in his face
  • him glaring at u playfully and the both of u having a great time
  • taking you home at like 2 in the morning 
  • him awkwardly doing his half smile while rubbing the back of his hair
  • “can i…hug you?” “jungkook you’re so awkward”
  • reaching over and hugging him first 
  • him startled and u guys embracing each other for A VERY LONG TIME
  • feeling up those shoulder muscles and those biceps 
  • later after he leaves for like five minutes u get a call from him
  • “HYUNG I DID IT I HUGGED Y/N IT WAS AMAZING” “uh jungkook” “….y/n?” “wrong number?” “AH UH OH UHM BYE” 
Summers in New York- Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: While spending the summer with your uncle Tony, you and Bucky become quite close.

Word count: 2181

Warnings: None

A/n: I’m starting school tomorrow so I won’t be writing as much, sorry! And requests would be very much appreciated. Oh and P.S. thanks so much for over 70 followers!

“I still don’t understand why my mother made me come all the way to New York to spend the summer with you,” you joked as you sat in Tony’s lab, fiddling with some gadgets on his table while he tinkered away on one of his numerous suits.

“Because I’m your coolest uncle,” Tony argued.

“You’re my only uncle,” You pointed out.

“Yeah whatever, you’ll thank me one day,” He replied as sparks flew off his suit, followed by a string of curse words. Tony wasn’t really your uncle, your mother was sister to Pepper Potts, and Tony was basically her husband so you called him your uncle. Plus, you were really close, you had spent the last four summers with him, and you loved every second of it.

“Can I use this,” You asked, pointing to coils emitting blue tendrils of light.

“Do you want to die?” Tony responded. You pulled your hand away, picking up the mini arc reactor you had been playing with earlier. Just then, Bucky strode into the lab, his metal arm whirring and whining.

“Hey Tony, can you help me, I think something’s wrong with my arm,” Bucky observed, flopping it around wildly.  

“No kidding,” Tony whispered as he pulled Bucky’s arm closer to him.

“Up,” Tony commanded as he motioned for Bucky to hop onto the table next to you. He hopped up, offering you a small smile.

“Hey [Y/n],” Bucky greeted as Tony scurried off to find the supplied necessary to fix him.

“Hiya Buck, how’s a-goin?” You asked.

“Oh not much, ya know, Steve just punched me so hard that he shorted out my arm, no big deal,” Bucky dismissed.

“Why did he punch you?” You asked.

“Oh uh we- ah- well I… It’s a long story,” Bucky stuttered as he looked down at his dangling legs, swinging them back and forth lightly.

*Flashback to thirty minutes ago*

“Hey Buck, what’s up,” Steve asked as Bucky leaned against the counter in the kitchen, running his fingers through his hair, and sighing loudly, obviously frustrated.

“Oh uh nothing,” Bucky dismissed, peeling away from the counter, trying to avoid Steve’s pointed gaze.

“C’mon Buck, I know something’s up, tell me,” Steve prodded.

“I don’t think you-

“Just tell me,” Steve poked.

“Fine… Ya know [Y/n]?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah… Tony’s niece. She’s like a sister to me, I’ve known her since she was little, why, what’s wrong with her is she ok?” Steve asked, worry evident in his taut voice. Steve was very protective of you, ever since he had met you, since you had no other siblings he took over the role as protective older brother. Steve took his job very seriously.

“No, nothing’s wrong,”

“Then what about her,”

“I was, well I was kind of maybe thinking of asking her out on a date, maybe? Cause I’ve liked her for a long time, and I kinda even think I might be in love with her, she’s just so beautiful and witty and intelligent-”

“No,” Steve decided, cutting off Bucky’s ramble.

“What why not, you know I would never hurt her, Steve,” Bucky argued.

“Wait, did you say you loved her? How long has this been going on?,” Steve asked.

“Uh, since last summer when she came to visit, and yeah, I think I love her,” Bucky admitted.

“And you never told me?”

“It didn’t seem important,” Bucky muttered, shrugging his shoulders. Steve looked at Bucky, his features frozen in thought.

“Fine, but if you hurt her in any way,” Steve warned.

“Don’t worry Stevie, there will only be one reason she would ever scream my name, if you know what I mean,” Bucky joked, wiggling his eyebrows. Steve clenched his jaw and slugged Bucky in the arm, sending him staggering backwards. His arm let off a horrible mechanical screech and then hung limp at Bucky’s side, the dead weight causing him to lean slightly

“Please don’t ever make a gross comment like that about [Y/n] again, or I will punch you harder,” Steve informed as he guided Bucky to Tony’s lab.

“Noted,” Bucky wheezed as the arrived at Tony’s lab.


You looked at Bucky on the table, Tony sautering away on his arm.

“Does that hurt?” you asked, leaning over him slightly to see what was happening on his left side.

“No, not really,” Bucky replied.

“So how did you short this out?” Tony asked.

“Steve punched me,” Bucky told Tony.

“Why?” Tony prodded.

“Not important,” Bucky diverted. You looked on as Tony worked, with Bucky distracted by his arm, you were free to stare all you wanted. You had to admit to yourself, Bucky was hot. You had thought this since you first arrived this summer, about three weeks ago. And since then, feelings for him had hit you like a truck. And you had mentioned it to Steve and Tony, but neither of them did not seem to keen on the idea, sometimes those men were too protective of you for your own good.

“[Y/n]?” Bucky voice rang out, breaking you from your daydream.

“Huh, what?” You stuttered.

“Uh, never mind,” He decided, glancing between you and Tony.

“Ok, as fun as this is, I’m gonna go watch a movie,” You announced, hopping from the table and heading out the door.

“Bye Tony, bye Buck,” You shouted as you strode down the hall toward the living room.

“Absolutely not,” Tony mused as he searched through the mess on the table for the tool he needed.

“What was that?” Bucky asked.

“I said there is no way you are gonna go out with her,” Tony clarified.

“But I never-

“You didn’t have to, your look said it all,” Tony noticed.

“Steve said the same thing,” Bucky whispered.

“That’s why he punched me,”

“I don’t blame him,” Tony agreed. Silence hung in the air, the only sound in the room the crackling of sparks and the rock music turned down really low on the speakers.

“Why not?” Bucky asked, his voice quiet.

“Because… because I said so, and i’m her uncle, so my word goes. What if you hurt her?” Tony brought up, looking at Bucky through his tinted goggles.

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked, hurt slicing through his tone.

“You’re still a little unstable, and we still don’t know how to make sure no one can turn you into the Winter Soldier. And that arm could seriously hurt someone, even if you don’t want to hurt her you still could, it’s done enough damage already. I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” Tony explained. Bucky’s rib cage collapsed, all the air leaked from his lungs, his heart exploded into a million pieces.

“But I’ve gotten so much better i-I’ve made so much progress, I’ve healed. I’m not him anymore, and I never will be again, I can take care of her, I’m better,” Bucky defended.

“Yeah well not better enough, you’re still dangerous,” Tony continued.

“Well if that’s what you think than, fine,” Bucky spat, hopping off the counter and rushing out the door, angry words falling from his lips.

“Barnes wait…” Tony called, but Bucky was already gone.

Bucky stormed through the living room, his pace quick and determined.

“Hey Bucky,” You chirped. You got no response, he ignored you and got into the elevator, angrily pressing the button.

“Ok…” You whispered, getting up off the couch. You made your way back to Tony’s lab, bursting through the door.

“What did you do to Bucky?” You demanded.

“Nothing, why?” Tony lied

“He seemed really mad when he left the tower, and he was just with you so I assume you probably said something offensive,” you observed.

“Me, offensive? Never,” Tony chuckled.

“No, me and Barnes were talking about making some upgrades to his arm and he got… angry,” Tony implied.

“We both know that’s bull,” you argued.

“Would you be a dear and go for a coffee run? I’m beat and could really go for a chai tea right now,” Tony announced, changing the subject. You looked at him, your features turned down in a scowl.

“Fine, but only because I want coffee too,” You decided. You noted what Tony wanted and headed from the lab and out into the hall. On your way out of the tower you ran into Steve.

“Hey Steve, I’m going on a coffee run, do you want anything?” you asked. Steve thought for a moment.

“Sure, can you get me an iced coffee?” Steve asked, shoving a five dollar bill in your hand.

“Oh I don-

“Just take it for my coffee,” Steve demanded, and before you could tell him you didn’t need it he walked down the hall.

You walked down the street, enjoying the sun peeking over the skyscrapers and the sounds of the city. You arrived at the coffee shop, getting in line, trying to remember what everyone wanted. Once you got up to the front, you placed your order and sat down to wait. After a few minutes, your name was called and you went up to retrieve your tray of drinks. As you balanced all three drinks, your phone, and your bag, the man standing directly behind you went unnoticed. You turned around and ran smack into him, spilling both hot and cold drinks over the two of you.

“Oh crap, sorry, oh let me help you… [Y/n]?” The man asked. You looked up from the mess on the floor to meet the piercing gaze of none other than Bucky. His steely blue eyes flitted over yours, emotions you couldn’t place swirling over his irises.

“Hey I was wondering where you had gone in such a rush,” You commented. Bucky kept wiping the floor, not meeting your gaze. Once the mess was cleaned up off the floor you both stood up.

“Oh your shirt,” Bucky whispered, dabbing your chest lightly. Your cheeks flared up in red, a shy smile playing on your lips.

“Bucky it’s fine, really,” You assured, shooing him away.

“Um actually, I have to go- uh bye,” Bucky stuttered, looking like he was suddenly remembering something. He turned on his heel and left, pushing the door open and emerging into the busy street of bustling bodies and loud noises.

“Wait Bucky,” You called, maneuvering through the crowded street to catch up to him. When you were finally in stride with him you spoke.

“Are you ok?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Uh yeah fine,” he replied, his gaze falling everywhere but on you.

“Really, cause it doesn’t seem like it,” You pointed out.

“Did my uncle say something to you?” You asked, bumping your shoulders together as you walked along.   

“No,” Bucky defended.

“Buck, please tell me what’s wrong, please, I can help you. I want to help you,” You pleaded.

“You can’t help me,” Bucky spit.

“Why not,”
“Because I’m dangerous, if you get to close, I will hurt you, everybody thinks so, and so do I,” Bucky muttered, his words harsh, but quiet.

“What? Is that what Tony told you?” You asked. Bucky nodded, his lip tucked under his bottom teeth.

“Steve thinks so too,” He added.

“And you think it’s true? That you could ever hurt me? You know that’s not true, you are the kindest, most gentle person I know, you would never hurt someone on purpose,” You explained.

“But wha-

“No, you will never hurt me, because you are healed, and you will be ok, we will be ok,” You finished, lacing your fingers together with his, squeezing lightly. He gently squeezed back, smiling down at you. For a few minutes you walked in silence, enjoying the warm summer day at your hands snugly wrapped around one another’s.

“[Y/n] would you like to go out with me?” Bucky asked. Surprise caught in your throat, you hadn’t thought Bucky would come around so soon. You walked a few more paces, surprise silencing you.

“Oh god, sorry, that was a bit abrupt, sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to,”

“Buck, I’d love to,” You decided as you arrived back at the tower, catching the elevator up.

“Good,” Bucky whispered as he pulled you in for a quick kiss. As soon as your lips met, the elevator dinged and the doors parted.

“[Y/n] WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT DATING MASTER ASSASSINS?!” Tony barked as he saw you and Bucky in the elevator.

“TO NOT TO,” You responded before pressing your lips back to Bucky’s. You pulled Bucky from the elevator and off to the living room. There you saw Steve on the couch.

“So you finally did it huh? Steve asked.


“If you hurt her, I will beat you senseless,” Steve warned, never looking up from his book.

“Noted,” Bucky gulped as you led him down the hall, giggling all the way. You came back around to the kitchen, leaning against the counter, Bucky pinning you there, smashing his lips to yours. This was turning out to be one of the best summer visits yet




Other Imagines By Me

The Signs’ Adventure pt. 1

It’s a beautiful summer night in Italy. The Signs were able to finally get away from their hectic lives, and take a much needed vacation. After a lot of arguing, they came up with an idea on how to spend their first night in Florence,which was at a festival.

“So, what do you want to do guys?” Sagittarius asked, looking around for answers.
“I want to go and play some games!” Pisces smiled brightly and hoped they could actually do what they wanted.
“That’s corny.” Leo shot out. Pisces glared at them.
“Yeah, let’s go to the music concert over there.” Libra pointed off somewhere.
“I want to go look at the arts and crafts.” Virgo said while nudging Taurus to agree.
“That sounds boring, but as long as I get food…” Taurus muttered.

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Tell us your favourite quotes from your character. Give us an idea of who they are by five things they’ve said. Then tag your friends.

1. “Amore?! NO! Don’t leave-a me. Don..ah-uh-ah.
2. “Oh-ho such a-sweet music. Stand back!! Ha - (Silence that harpsichord) Oh.. (Madame: Maestro?!) Darling at last!! (Madame: I’m coming my love. This is it-a– The fat lady is singing!!)  BRAVISSIMA!! ”

Lumiere: Maestro, your wife is upstairs, finding it harder and harder to stay awake! She’s counting on you to help us break this curse! 

3. “Then I shall play through the dental pain! Oh, quiet, sotta voce. Of course. Are there any other tasteless demands you would like to make on my artistry?”

4. “Oh, Madame!!”
5. “Will I tremble again to my dear one’s gorgeous refrain?”

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What Isn’t Mine (Sam Winchester)

A/N: Gah this is my very first attempt at writing a smut fic so please let me know whether I did okay guys and whether I should keep writing it or not *blushes*
Kind of nervous here…

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, cheating, crying, unprotected sex (please always be safe), swearing 

Word Count: 2978

Summary: Sam Winchester is dating your best friend Jess but does that mean his completely off limits?


Leaving the lecture hall I shoved my textbooks into my bag mercilessly; jumping slightly when I suddenly felt an arm wrap around my own. I lifted my head to look up at my best friend, Jess. Her light blonde curls bouncing around her face as she laughed.
“Little jumpy today are we?”
“Just tired” I mumbled back, “It was a long class”
“Well it’s good that we have lunch now isn’t it?”
We continued down the hallway, Jess talking without breath about her day, moaning about the teachers and the amount of work they were handing out. I was only partially listening; her voice washing over me with only a few words sticking out in my mind. I just wasn’t focusing.

We walked out into the courtyard, heading towards our usual table when the reason for my lack of attention called out to us. Sam Winchester.
I wet my bottom lip with my tongue as I watched him jog over towards the spot we were standing, his brown hair hanging in front of his face, dimples on display as he smiled at us.
I untangled my arm from Jess as Sam wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing her tenderly against the lips. I looked away, feeling the bile reach the back of my throat, an uncomfortable wrenching feeling in my stomach.
“Hey y/n” Sam said after he pulled away from Jess, “How were your classes?”
“Long and boring” I groaned, flashing him a wide smile.
He nodded his head in agreement, huffing out a laugh; my insides twisting again at the sound.
“Come on baby lets go get some lunch” Jess whined, “I’m hungry”
“Alright, alright I’m coming” Sam replied, “You coming y/n?”
“Yeah of course, you guys go I’ll catch up”
They both shrugged their shoulders, walking off hand in hand. I stood there for a second, trying to squash down the bitter taste on my tongue.
Being in love with your best friends boyfriend made everything more difficult; lying to Jess about my feelings was difficult, that girl could read me like a book at the best of times; lying to all our friends about why I didn’t want to go out on dates was difficult. Everything became harder after I fell in love with him.
After standing there for more than five minutes debating with myself I trudged off to find them, my hands shaking slightly by my sides.

“Where were you?” Jess questioned as I walked up towards the table; dropping my bag down on the ground.
“Taking my time” I lied, “Enjoying the scenery”
My voice came out snarkier than I intended but it didn’t seem to effect Jess; however Sam looked over towards me with a cocked eyebrow, his smile turning down into a slight frown. I pursed my lips, sitting across from him and grabbing the third soft drink can off the table, popping the top and taking a large mouthful.
“So y/n, the girls and I are heading out tonight, wanna come? Maybe you’ll meet some handsome man you can have your way with”
I looked at Sam to see if he would react…nothing.
“Ah no thanks, got heaps of studying I need to catch up on”
“Come on, you haven’t been out in ages!” She groaned, “Is there some secret man in your life I don’t know about?” I choked on my drink.
“What? No! No one”
“Whatever y/n but you’ll have to leave your dorm room eventually” She sighed, spooning another mouthful of salad into her mouth.
Before I had the chance to reply another person joined us at the table; a heavy sigh escaping her lips.
“God I’m so ready for the day to be over!”
Claire turned towards Jess, falling into easy conversation quickly. I fished my phone out of my pocket while they were distracted, noticing the new text message; from Sam, one minute ago.

I need you so bad

I gulped the lump down in my throat, locking my phone and shoving it back into my pocket. Was he mad?! What if someone had seen that? Just as I was about to look up and glare at him I felt his hand wrap around my leg, his fingers pressing into the skin just above my knee.
“What are you doing” I hissed quietly, shoving his hand off my body.
His eyes were full of lust as he looked at me, his cheeks coloured lightly pink.
Just that look on his face brought back a thousand memories of our time together; the heat, the sweat, the pure friction that spread between our bodies as we connected.
The heat pooled in the pit of my stomach, my thighs pressing together and my cheeks flushed. Damn him.
Jumping up off my seat I looked around for my bag, startling both Jess and Claire.
“Are you okay y/n?” Jess asked with concern.
“I’m fine…I just remembered I have so much I need to do…I…I’ll see you later okay?”
I walked away at a fast pace, not caring which direction I was walking, anywhere away from here would do.
Why did Sam have to affect me so much? I couldn’t understand how he got under my skin like that; all I wanted was to forget about my feelings for him, forget about the way he made me feel. Was that too much to ask for?
However nothing I did could remove his image from the back of my mind; the way his hair stuck to his face while he was sweating and panting, his chest heaving from the pure pleasure coursing through his body, the way his arms felt as they wrapped around my thighs, hands squeezing my ass… No! Stop y/n, pull yourself together!

I had almost made it completely out of the courtyard when someone wrapped their hand around the top of my arm, leading me around the corner. I looked up into Sam’s hazel eyes, the breath freezing in my throat; he pushed my body against the brick wall, trapping my hand above my head and forcing his knee between my legs.
“I. Need. You.” He whispered, his hot breath fanning over my collarbone.
“Sam we can’t…someone will see”
“I don’t care”
“I do! What if Jess finds out?”
“Is that what you’re worried about? Honestly?” Sam groaned, rubbing his leg against my thigh.
“Sam I said this was over”
“Come on baby” He cooed, touching his lips against my jaw line, “If  you want me to stop then say so right now”
“Sam…” I moaned, bringing my free hand up to tangle in his hair as he kissed down the side of my neck, sucking a bruise just under my ear.
“Sam?” I heard Jess yell, her voice coming closer towards us with every second.
I shoved Sam off of me, straightening my shirt and combing my fingers through my hair, brushing it over my shoulder to hide Sam’s marking.
Jess came round the corner a second later, halting slightly when she saw the two of us.
“Oh there you are…y/n I didn’t think you were still here”
“Oh uh ah” I stammered, looking for the right words.
“Y/n forgot her phone at lunch, I was just catching up to her to give it back”
The lie slipped off his tongue with ease, his voice normal and smooth, giving nothing away. I was jealous of his ability to act so calm in a situation like this; we were so close to getting caught. This was why I ended it in the first place, so neither of us got hurt…so Jess didn’t get hurt.
We had been best friends since middle school, sharing our first crushes, sharing secrets; the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her but I couldn’t stay away from Sam, we were connected in so many other ways than just sex.
He understood me; understood what it was like coming from a messed up family life, understood what it was like to be the new kid in school, to be the freak nobody wanted to be friends with. We were best friends the minute we met, I would do anything for him and he would for me.
The first time we were ever together was one weekend Jess was away; she was visiting her family up state and I had come around to their apartment for a study session. Three bottles of wine later, one hot make out session and we were under the sheets, waking up in each other’s arms.
“Y/n?” Jess knocked me out of my thoughts.
“Are you coming with us or do you still have things to do?”
I looked down at their intertwined hands, Jess leaning against his side.
“No thanks…I’ll catch up with you guys later”
I turned away, trudging up the sidewalk with my hands stuffed into my jacket pocket, my eyes stinging slightly. Jess really didn’t know how lucky she had it with Sam.


Seven o’clock rolled around with me sitting on my couch, a bottle of wine tucked between my legs with only the dregs left. There was a slight buzz working its way through my system but it wasn’t enough, I needed more.
Huffing out a breath I reached over to the coffee table, grabbing my phone and unlocking the screen. I opened a new message and scrolled through until I found Sam’s name.

 Are you alone?

It only took a second before his reply came through, my phone lighting up with a loud bing.

Yeah, Jess is already out…why?

I’m coming over


I knocked on his front door about fifteen minutes later, the anticipation of what was about to come sending shock waves through my body, a shiver running down my spine. I felt my breath hitch in my throat when Sam opened the door; only in a pair of grey sweats, his chest on full display. I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming down his figure, biting my lip softly and groaning.
As soon as I was inside and the front door was shut Sam was pushing me up against it. His body pressing deliciously against mine; lips crashing against my own in lustful hunger. His hands held onto my hips, brushing the exposed skin as he pushed my singlet further up my body.
“Sam” I moaned against his neck, gasping when the fabric of my shirt rubbed against the hard nubs on my breasts.
“Need you” He replied, bringing his lips back up to mine and grazing his teeth against my bottom lip.
I parted my mouth to let his tongue in, my eyes fluttering shut as it massaged the roof of my mouth, our saliva mixing together.
When he wrapped his hands around my ass, squeezing slightly I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist as he held me up.

We made it to the couch in a tangle of limbs, Sam with his back to the cushions, my legs clamped around either side of his hips, hands tugging at his hair. He moaned into my mouth, his erection throbbing against the inside of my thigh. Detaching our lips I shimmied down the couch until I was level with the apex of his legs, my fingers working swiftly as I pulled at the waist band of his sweats, removing him of both them and his boxers in one movement, my mouth salivating at the sight of his hard member springing free, the wetness of his pre cum beading at his slit.
I pumped him slowly in my hand at first, taking the time to admire him in this position; eyes closed, lips parted and a slow whine escaping his throat.
“Ungh y/n” He groaned, “Need…need”
“I know what you need baby” I cooed, leaning down and licking a strip up the underside of his cock. When I reached the top I took his tip into my mouth, spreading the stickiness over my tongue, moaning around him at the taste. Sam bucked his hips up, grabbing a hold of my hair as he fought to control his actions. Hollowing my cheeks I took in more of him, using my hand to stroke what my mouth couldn’t reach.
Sam watched my ministrations through lidded eyes, the flush on his face only spurring me on further; my actions slowly picking up speed.
I could tell that he was getting close to his end, his chest now rising rapidly, his words coming out as strangled moans and groans.
“y/n baby…I can…can’t…wanna be in…in you”
I let him go with a wet pop, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. After catching his breath slightly he shifted so he was hovering over me, pushing my shoulder back gently until my shoulders touched the cushions.

Sam brought his hands up to cup my breasts, his tongue flicking out over the sensitive bud, rolling it through his teeth gently. I closed my eyes and let the sensation of Sam take over, a rush of heat shooting straight to my core.
He moved his lips to my collarbone the same time he snaked one of his hands down across my stomach; his fingers disappearing under the band of my leggings as his mouth left another mark on my skin. A moan left the back of my throat as his fingers ghosted over the one place I needed him.
“Sam please” I groaned, grinding my core down onto his hand.
He pulled my pants from my legs, throwing them over his shoulder, licking his lips as he looked at my most vulnerable area.
“You ready for me baby?” He whispered as he pumped himself a few times, lining himself up along my entrance; dragging his cock along my folds. I nodded my head, reaching up to grab his shoulders, pulling him down until our lips connected again. I gasped as he pushed into me, stopping once he had buried himself completely in my heat, letting me adjust to his size.
A squeeze to the shoulder let him know that I was ready to move, the roll of his hips causing my eyes to close.
“Faster Sammy please” I begged, bringing my hips up to meet each of his thrusts.
His breath was cooling on my hot skin, a thin layer of sweat covering us both. Sam began to pound harder, his skin slapping against mine, each thrust inwards hitting my sweet spot at just the right angle.
“I…I’m not gonna las…last y/n”
“Ugh I know Sam…Sammy me too”
He moved his hand down until he reached my clit, rubbing his thumb in harsh circles; the coil in my stomach winding tighter. I could feel myself reaching my edge, my fingers curling against Sam’s shoulder blades, nails digging into his skin. I came with a cry of his name on my lips, my body shuddering and convulsing as my orgasm shook me, white spots appearing in front of my vision.
After a few more sloppy thrusts Sam reached his high, shooting his load along my walls; the slick stickiness running warm down the insides of my thighs.
I held him tight as he came down, his face buried in the crook of my neck, leaving lazy kisses along my skin.

Reaching around me he grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch, throwing it over our bodies before snuggling back against me.
“Please don’t do this again y/n” He whispered back, his arms tightening around me.
“Sam you know we can’t…it…it’s supposed to be just sex”
“Bullshit y/n I know you don’t believe that”
“It doesn’t matter if I believe it or not Sammy…that’s the way it has to be”
“Because you love Jess”
This was always the hardest part; the harsh reality of our situation being the only thing left after the intimacy had dissipated.
“I love you too y/n”
“Don’t say that Sam”
I shifted myself out from under him, looking around the room for my clothes, keeping my gaze away from Sam. I knew that if I looked at him I wouldn’t want to leave, wouldn’t be able to leave.
“It’s true y/n” He muttered, “And I know you love me too”
“I can’t love you Sam don’t you get it?! I can’t let myself love you because it hurts too much…you don’t know how much it hurts seeing you every day with Jess and not being able to have you…I…I just can’t please don’t make this harder”
I pulled on my pants, grabbing my singlet off the floor and yanking it over my head, ignoring the way Sam was looking at me; his eyes watering slightly, jaw locked tight.
“I can’t let you go though”
“We have to stop Sam”
“I can’t! You mean to much to me”
His arms wrapped around my waist, tugging me back against his body, head resting on the back of my neck, his nose nuzzling against my hair. I was about to argue with him more, pull myself from his grasp when his phone rang from the coffee table, Jess’s name appearing on the screen. Sam looked at it before turning back to me, at war with himself.
“You should get that” I muttered.
Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair as he answered the phone.
“Hey baby…your coming back now?…”
My heart felt like it was tearing itself in two, my stomach churning horribly, just like it did every time I left. Before Sam had the chance to get off the phone I slipped through the front door, making it down the first flight of stairs before the sobs racked through my chest, my eyes blurring with the sudden appearance of tears.
I covered my mouth with my hand, making it down the stairs as fast as I could; the quaking sobs loud and ugly.
Being in love with your best friends boyfriend made everything more difficult…


I find her so present and so raw and so available in the moment. She is so alive that I want to be alive like her. I look at her. I listen to her. As much takes place in the silence as it does when we are speaking. –Mandy Patinkin

The most handsome man that Arthur had ever seen in real life was walking right towards him. Walking right towards him and smiling. Arthur could feel himself ‘twittering‘, as his mother would say: blinking rapidly, hands fluttering, eyes darting around, not knowing if he was supposed to be making eye contact with this man who was very obviously aiming right for him. Eventually the man drew so close that Arthur had no choice but to look up at him.

How was it possible to be that handsome outside of a TV screen? Just the right amount of tall, neat blonde hair with a handsome sweeping fringe and a little cowlick for character, clean-cut just the way Arthur liked it, blue blue eyes that would need a whole half hour on their own if Arthur was going to describe the man properly, and glasses for that little extra touch. Plus, there was that very smart black suit, clearly business attire but fitted much better than work clothes had any right to look.

The man stopped right in front of him, making them both pause on the busy London pavement.

“Excuse me, have you seen any aliens around recently?”

And with that, Arthur was furious.

How dare this man make him lose his head over someone who was clearly deranged! He’d made Arthur look foolish, and he probably knew exactly what he’d done. Arthur’s eyebrows sank into a stormy scowl.

“No,” he said, sharply. “Please excuse me.”

He tried to walk around the stranger, but the man grabbed his arm.

“Okay, well, what about not recently?” the man continued, his American accent striking Arthur now that the initial shock of the ‘alien’ comment was out of the way. “Have you ever seen any aliens? Have you ever just communicated with them? Or what about, like, government agencies or secret societies or something like that? Are you a member of any underground groups or have you had any dealings with them in the past?”

Arthur stared at the man and wondered whether he should start screaming for help, or whether the man was insane enough to let him go without a fuss.

“Sorry, no. Look, I really must be going.”

He tugged hard, yanking his arm out of the man’s grip, and started to speed-walk away.

But, naturally, because it was turning out to be one of ‘those’” days, the man followed him.

“Okay, no aliens or secret government conspiracies,” he continued. “What about…Hey, what about ‘magic.’ You believe in that, right?”

“Excuse me?!” Arthur said, quickly cursing himself for answering the man and giving him another opening. “And what makes you say that?”

“U-uh…Ah…Oh, ‘cause you’re British!”

Arthur would have whirled around to confront the man about that, but didn’t want to give him an opening to grab him again.

“I’m English,” Arthur snapped, storming along the pavement and doing his best to avoid watching the stranger in his peripheral vision. “And just because I’m English doesn’t mean I have to believe in magic.”

“But…you do, though, right?” the man persisted, and Arthur could hear the grin on his face. “Please don’t tell me you’re really as boring as your life looks.”

“And what do you know? …Have you been following me?!”

The realisation hit suddenly and Arthur felt genuinely scared for the first time since the man had approached him. Although he didn’t know why someone obsessed with aliens and magic would be following him, if the man was crazy there was probably no rhyme or reason to his actions anyway. Arthur’s eyes darted round the crowded street as he looked for the nearest police officer.

No! No! Definitely not!” the stranger exclaimed, trying to reassure him. “No, I’m just…doing a survey? Why don’t you come with me to that Starbucks over there and we can complete the questionnaire.”

“I don’t think so. Good morning” Arthur snapped, making a beeline towards the police officer on horseback at the end of the street.

“All right, I can tell you’re smarter than that. You’re right, I’m not doing a questionnaire. It’s just…you wouldn’t believe me if I told you the truth. I swear I’m not gonna hurt you and it’s really, really important! I just need, like, five minutes of your time!”

Arthur slowed down, gazing wistfully at the police officer a few yards ahead. He didn’t know why, but he felt like he should at least give the blond stranger one more chance.

He turned round and confronted the American. “I’ll give you five seconds, as long as you can show me some ID.”

The man beamed at him, and quickly dug into an inner pocket of his suit jacket to produce a small black wallet. He flipped it open and held it up for Arthur to read. “See?”

“F.B.I…” Arthur read aloud. The man glanced at the ID as if to confirm what it said, and grinned, nodding enthusiastically. “It says ‘Federal Boob Inspector,’” Arthur continued.

“What?!” the man cried, holding the ID in front of him, frowning at it and flipping it round to check the back. “This must be broken.”

“…It’s a piece of paper.”

“No, it’s actually a…Look, I’m sorry this has gone so bad. I swear, I’m totally legit.”

“Yes, you’re doing a splendid job of proving it,” said Arthur, beginning to turn away. But once more, the man grabbed his arm, and Arthur watched as the police officer trotted away to the other end of the street.

“Come on, if I were really crazy or trying to trick you or something, would I be making such a mess of it?” the American pleaded. “I’d have a proper fake F.B.I. badge and I wouldn’t be talking about aliens right off the bat.”

“So if you’re not crazy or trying to trick me, what are you trying to accomplish here? Apart from wasting my time, of course,” Arthur countered, spinning around to confront the man once more. This was honestly his last chance, Arthur decided.

“I’m just doing my thing!” the man said, almost whining, raising his eyes skyward and flapping his hands desperately as if Arthur were the exasperating one in this situation.

“And what is that, exactly?” Arthur asked. “You asked me if I’d seen any aliens, showed me a fake badge…I’m sorry if I haven’t the foggiest idea what you’re trying to accomplish here, but I assure you I’m not going to play along anymore.”

“Look, you are not gonna believe me right now, but I’ll just tell you because this is gonna be important later.”

The man spoke with so much conviction, such honesty on his face and surety in his voice, that Arthur’s eyes widened and he went silent, waiting for more.

“I’m a Time Lord. I’m an alien from another planet, I can travel across all of time and space, and my ship brought me to you because it thinks you’re special. I’m just trying to figure out why, that’s all. Either you can help me do something big, or you’re a key to an important event, I don’t know. I just wanted to look out for you, because if you really are special, then you’ll probably need my help eventually. I mean, I don’t wanna scare you but…well, ‘special’ in my world usually means you’ll have a lot of people chasing you at some point. Anyway, it seems you’re okay for now, but if you ever need me, just give me a call. I’m right here if you need me.”

He opened up his wallet again and pulled out a little white card with a few numbers scrawled in blue pen.

“I promise I’m a good guy,” the man said with an offertory smile, watching as Arthur slowly took the white card in both hands, staring at it dumbfounded. “I know I sound like a crazy person, but eventually you’ll run into a situation where I suddenly seem totally sane.” Arthur looked up at him with wide-eyes. “Uh, I guess that doesn’t sound too reassuring. But don’t worry, everything will totally be fine. We might have a bitof work getting you to do…whatever it is that makes you so special. But we can do it!”

Arthur kept staring, not knowing whether he should nod or call for help or ask questions or believe. Even if he’d known what to do, his body probably wouldn’t have been able to function anyway, as it seemed paralysed by the weight of stupendous tale the man was spinning for him.

“Aaaanyway…” the man said, his smile fading as Arthur clearly didn’t react the way he had hoped. “Um, I guess I’ll get going for now. Just remember to call if something weird happens, even the tiniest thing. You never know how these things’ll start. So…see you later, Arthur.”

The man in black turned away and it was only when a crowd of tourists swam in front of Arthur’s vision that he came back to himself. “Wait!”

The crowd cleared and the stranger was still there, smiling excitedly in Arthur’s direction. “Yeah?”

“You know my name. You have been following me!”

The man shrugged, a sheepish smile gracing his face as he scratched the beck of his neck. He looked incredibly young, and Arthur would have assumed this was all some university student prank…if there weren’t just something about the stranger that made Arthur so expectant for all this to come true.

“Well, I like to think that with time travel it’s not really ‘following.’ It’s more like ‘checking in.’”

“It’s following. Probably ‘stalking,’ in fact,” Arthur corrected him.

The man laughed, but it wasn’t creepy or malicious – and despite all the bizarre implications of the man knowing his name and claiming to be watching him via time travel, Arthur didn’t feel scared or threatened.

“Do ‘Time Lords’ have names?” he asked, stressing the words to show he still wasn’t buying the whole charade.

The man in black nodded, smiling brightly. “Well, technically I’m called ‘The Hero’ but since that doesn’t really fly with most people, I usually just go by Alfred. Alfred F. Jones.”

Another chattering crowd passed between them, heading off to the Natural History Museum at the end of the road, and Arthur craned his neck to see round them. But when they had all gone, so had the stranger. “Alfred.” He was nowhere to be seen, disappearing as suddenly as he’d burst in a few minutes ago.

He’d certainly given Arthur a lot to think about. But as Arthur walked away, heading back en route to work, he found that he wasn’t so much keeping an eye out for this deluded American stalking him from the alleyways – but rather for aliens or fairies hiding in the shadows.

Click for notes on this AU.

When you’re too lazy to make lazy day plans…
N: “A banana milk for you, a banana milk for me.”
You: “thanks”
N: “A blanket for you and a blanket for me.”
You: “thank you again.” *giggle*
N: “Now what do we do?”
You: “I don’t know…what do you want to do?”
N: “Well, I don’t know what I want to do so that’s why I asked you what you want to do.”
You: “Then I guess we should just do that all day. Ask each other what the other wants to do.”
N: “Sure. I like hearing the sound of your voice anyway.” *slurrrp* 

When you’re too lazy to talk…
Leo: “MhmmmmMhmmmmm…” *forceful*
You: “Mhmmmmm…mhmm…Taek”
Leo: “Hmmm?”
You: “Uh?…”
Leo: “Uh oh!”
You: “Eh?!”
Leo: “Ah!”
You: “Hnnnnnngh!”
Leo: “Ugh”
You: *swing your leg over his*
Leo: “Ohhhh”
You: “I love you.”
Leo: “Same.”
All: “Phahahaha”

Translation as you both lay face down on the mattress:
“Sigh. So now what? We got the whole day to ourselves? You want breakfast?”
“I really want a repeat of last night, Taek.”
*Don’t worry we’ll have eggs too!* *turns over to face you.**
*What else am I missing?!”
*Ugh fine, you can have pancakes too.*
*Swings your leg over his torso*
*Oh, yeah. I can definitely squeeze some orange juice too*
“I love you.”
“I love you too. We get each other so well.”

When you’re too lazy to get off the couch…
You: “Yep.”
Ken: “I’m dating a pro.”
You: “Well, I wouldn’t call myself a pro. But, I’m a good ass kicker.”
Ken: “But you haven’t even played this before!”
You: “So what? Now stop stalling and give me my winnings.”
Ken: “No!” *guards bag full of candy*
You: "Jaehwan! Give me the candy!” *reaches for backpack and it explodes causing candy to fall on the floor put of reach* "Now, look what you did!”
Ken: “No worries. I have another bag.”
You: “Okay, cool.”

When you gotta be active just to be lazy…
Ravi: “Let’s sleep,” said Ravi.
You: “Babe, we just woke up. Like an hour ago.”
Ravi: “This is true. But now the blood is rushing from our heads to our stomachs to digest the breakfast we just ate.”
You: “Wonshik…”
Ravi: “Fine! We can watch Netflix and chill then.”
You: “Wait…”
Ravi: *he hoists you over his shoulder causing you to squeal* “Then we’ll definitely sleep after we burn off all that breakfast." 

When you’re too lazy to look good…
HongBin: "Your hair is mess. It looks like a bird’s nest.”
You: “You have so much scruff. If I rub your chin it would scratch me.”
HongBin: “You have drool residue on the corner of your lip.”
You: “Your morning breath smells like…well it doesn’t smell at all like wtf HongBin.”
HongBin: “Magic.”
You: “Let’s go wash up.”
HongBin: “Lead the way.”
That British voice on Spongebob: Three hours later
HongBin: “Are you getting up anytime soon?”
You: “I’m waiting on you!”

Just too damn lazy…
Hyuk: “This popcorn needs more butter.”
You: “You’re right. It does.”
*awkward silence*
Hyuk: “So…the popcorn won’t butter itself.”
You: “I guess it won’t.”
Hyuk: “I can do this all day you know.”
You: “So can I.”
Hyuk: “…”
You: “…”
Hyuk: “I don’t want the popcorn anymore.”
You: “Me either…”

My Own Particular Brand of Phrack Madness...Cocaine Blues

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Nice bathroom. Pity about the dead guy on the floor, though. Maid? Can I get some service, please?

I scent my first ever lady-crush in the wind. 

Not the best CGI I’ve ever seen. But not the worst, either. 

Sassy, confident lady. She owns all she surveys.

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