what about a new record guys

how does harry manage to update his fashion sense with each of his eras?

2012 - sweet dorky kid who might offer to pay for your ice cream and will want to “take it slow, yeah?”

2013 - some bratty frat boy who always gets what he wants but you would still let him fuck up your life

2014 - the matured ex frat boy who left the frat when he got educated on “no means no” and “rape culture” & switched his major to art or some bullshit like that

2015 - that one guy who spends WAY too much time at record stores flipping through queen and the rolling stones commenting about how he “listened to this shit wayyy before it was fucking hipster” even tho he was born in the ‘90s

2016 - the cute new dude who your boss just hired and all the girls (and some guys) in the office have a crush on and so you try to find him on social media but he has absolutely none

2017 - intimidating as fuck guy who gets iced coffee every single morning at 7 am with some weird ass bell bottoms on but when you actually have a convo he just starts crying about how much he loves the bees and “we need to save them at all costs”

I’m not sure how I feel about the new dresses. And am I right in drawing Chloe with pink in her hair? Because that’s what it looks like.

an au (inspired by this post) in which Annabeth is a mob boss and Percy is her ocean photographer boyfriend. Shout out to Hannah for being the best beta ever and for headcanoning this au with me pretty much non stop for the last few days. 

The fluorescent lights of the interrogation room flicker, giving it a strange glow that makes Percy’s eyes hurt. His fingers tap the beat of some pop song that had played on the radio earlier today onto the metal table that sits in front of him. The table is cool to the touch despite the warm, stale air that hangs in the room, and the accompanying metal chair is starting to make his butt numb despite it only having been here ten minutes.

Shuffling sounds begin emanating from the door in the corner of the room across from Percy, and soon it creaks open. First to step through is a tall blonde man with piercing blue eyes. His athletic build fills up the doorway as he pauses briefly to appraise Percy. Percy appraises him right back, noticing a scar on the corner of the detective’s lip and half of a tattoo that peaks out from under the cuff of his sleeve.

As soon as the detective steps into the room, another enters behind him. Her posture is impeccable and she walks with her head held high like she’s a warrior entering battle. That can’t be good, Percy thinks afterwards. She has on a royal purple blouse that pops against her brown skin, and her black hair is pulled into a braid that cascades over her shoulder.

“Hello, Mr. Jackson,” starts the blonde detective. “I’m Detective Grace and this is my partner Detective Arellano. Thanks so much for agreeing to come down to the station today to talk to us today.”

Percy smiles with a calm confidence, “Of course. Always happy to do my civic duty.”

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Star Struck

Yuuri knows from experience that Viktor is just a regular guy. One that managed to win five consecutive golds, set new world records, and flip the skating world and its expectation of what constitutes a reasonable routine on its head, but still.  

Even so, after half a decade of marriage and learning to help each other though the less glamorous aspects of being a human navigating the world—it sneaks up on Yuuri, sometimes: the realization of ‘holy shit this is Viktor Nikiforov™ my childhood idol.’

Thirty-year-old Yuuri is privy to things about Viktor’s life that fifteen-year-old Yuuri could’ve never dreamed. Intimate things that extend the trivia bullet points in the Figure Skate Life articles rotting in crumpled piles under his childhood bed. Like how Viktor’s snores sound like a bullfrog gargling marbles when he’s really sleep deprived or how he has very specific hair-related rituals involving mayonnaise and egg whites that Yuuri has a feeling have more to do with allaying his fears of his receding hairline than nourishing his follicles.

Yuuri’s star struck moments never seem to happen when he’d expect, like at the skating rink, watching Viktor transition from an effortless triple axel into a flying sit spin.

Instead, they tend to manifest when it’s just the two of them settling into the interstitial moments between the major plot points of their lives. One minute, Yuuri’s sprawled out on the couch—the laptop on his belly warming the sliver of skin his hiked up shirt reveals. The next, he’s being called over to the bathroom to hand his husband a roll of toilet paper through a crack in the door.

It’s a familiar routine—Viktor can never seem to remember that toilet paper is an integral part of the human waste to toilet exchange—but for whatever reason, this time Yuuri feels the need to text Phichit about it later.

(20:14) I can’t believe I just handed Viktor Nikiforov toilet paper through the door??? He didn’t even pull up his pants?????

(20: 15) You mean Viktor Nikiforov-Katsuki, the man you married five years ago and whose hand you held through a colonoscopy last Spring?

(20:15) ??? I mean I guess?????

It’s a joke at its core—their own personal meme.

Oh my god Viktor Nikiforov just took a dirty plate out of the sink and reused it???

Viktor Nikiforov just asked me if I want to go get ice cream. It’s 4 am and I’m ??? ? ??

There’s an aspect of truth to it, though. Yuuri’s come a long way with his anxiety and self-esteem since his Detroit days, but there remains a persistent, needling part of him that will never quite believe he’s worthy of the love he receives. It was hard enough to come to terms with his family’s affection, and their love is meant to be unconditional.

But despite what Yuuri might believe, Viktor’s not immune to it, either. It hits him unexpectedly, like when he’s chasing Yuuri around their apartment because “your toenails are talons, Yuuri, honestly why do you let them get so long? How is that even comfortable?”

Yuuri squeals and shields himself behind Makkachin, insisting that he’s the toenail Samson and if Viktor trims them, he’ll lose all of his powers.

“What powers?” Viktor folds his arms over his chest with a crooked smile.

“Toenail related ones,” Yuuri says, slapping the nail clippers out of Viktor’s grip.

Viktor stands there—watching Yuuri laugh all crinkle-eyed and rosy-cheeked—and he just wants to sit on the floor and cry because ‘holy shit this is The Boy Who Saved My Life™” and how did he ever get so lucky?

Kiwi - Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by juststyls

Words: 3,215

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol

Based off the song, ‘Kiwi’

Part 1 of ‘Kiwi’ - Part 2 - Part 3


They met back in high school, bumping into each other in the hallway. He did not know her at first, learning that she just moved from New Zealand, but she was not your typical girl. Her status from her parents made her known across her school. But she was not like the other girls he found, he knew about parties that went on on school nights, where all her friends went, but he saw her at the local market, or at the park on those nights. He found that she was never interested in drinking, drugs or sex, like the other boys and girls. She would turn down everyday date with her friend’s friends, they told her that she was boring for not doing it, but it was the money that kept their friendship tied.

He tried his best to talk to her, every time he would see her, he tried to have the courage to say a simple word, but none came out. He knew he was like every other ‘low commoner’ of the school, over being head over heels in love, but, he could not care about it, all he wanted was a simple conversation at that moment.

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Ok, so as I mentioned in my Andreil playlist, I’ve noticed a strange pattern in Andrew’s life, in which the number 13 plays a really big role.

The obvious one that I mentioned on my playlist is the fact that Neil and Andrew’s numbers added make 13, but on a more Andrew-only note, here it is :

“Did they move you a lot?”

“Twelve houses before Cass.,” Andrew said.  ~ The King’s Men Chapter 11

This shows that Cass was house number 13, the pipe dream was number 13. That house that could have been home, the house that he wanted to be home, was the thirteenth house he lived in. This could have been lucky number 13, however, this was not meant to be. 

“Right after Aaron turned thirteen Aunt Tilda hook up with this new guy up in Oakland.” ~ The Raven King Chapter 2

13 is how old he was when he discovered he had a twin brother. 13 is how old he was when this stopped being about what he could endure and when he decided to leave Cass, to leave the thirteenth house and all that came with it: his hopes, but also the abuse. 13 is how old he was when his life changed radically.

“Andrew goes through shrinks like he’s trying to break a world record only he knows about. She’s his eight one at least.”

“Thirteenth,” Andrew said. “She made sure to ask me if I was superstitious.” ~ The Raven King Chapter 9

Bee is number 13 too. She’s the lucky number 13, she’s everything that Cass could have been but wasn’t. 13 didn’t stop being an important number when Andrew became older: it came back with Bee. And then it came back with Neil. For the first time, 13 is not only about Andrew, it’s about something he’s making with someone else.

13 has, for me, truly become Andrew’s lucky number. Because it’s where he first foud hope, when he left the abuse behind, where he found someone who can actually help him, and what he makes with most important person in his life.

 IDK, I might see significations where there aren’t any and my explanations might be really corny, but I kept seeing it again and again and it kept running in my head and I had to write it somewhere. This is why ‘13′ is a number that I can’t help but think as important for Andrew.

@mixeurants I know we talked about it on the chat but you asked me to tag you so here it is!

All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.6

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4199
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mild language, sexual tension.
A/N: HEY IT’S BEEN MONTHS I KNOW BUT HERE WE ARE!! So remember how I lost the original 2000+ words I had written for Pt.5 before the file got corrupted? Well in this rewrite, I somehow doubled it so get comfy! Also, as a show of gratitude for your patience with me, I’ve been working really hard and I’ll be posting Pt.6 tomorrow and Pt.7 the day after! Three parts in three days, look at you! Just a heads up, Pt.8 will be the final update and then that’s it for this monster of a fic! I love you all so much and thank you for sticking around with me. ❤

P.S. I am such a little shit for extending the slow burn and I’m not even sorry about it…okay I’m really sorry, please don’t lynch me ILYOKAYBYE!

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Originally posted by taliesyne

Originally posted by hoaxvault

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“I’ll see you tomorrow, James,” you said, blushing at the way he smiled back. You paused to admire the way his lips still looked full and plump as he grinned and the way his long lashes fluttered against his cheeks.

Bucky passed his tongue over his fangs as he watched you walk away. Just one more day and he would have you again.

“I made a promise, didn’t I?”


[ The day of the full moon ]

You woke up in good spirits and the first thing you wanted to do was find Bucky. After showering and dressing yourself in a flattering, and somewhat revealing summer dress, you made your way towards Steve’s room to see the vampire. Since they switched rooms yesterday you wouldn’t actually be seeing the blonde man just yet but you reminded yourself to go check up on him later on. Today his migraines would be in full swing.

When you reached ‘Bucky’s’ door, you stopped to take a deep breath before knocking. As eager as you were, you were still a bit nervous. Several seconds passed and there was still no answer so you decided to open the door and walk slowly into the cold room. All monster’s burned a little hotter than humans so every bedroom was a few degrees lower than the rest of the household. Being that you always felt a little warmer yourself, you really didn’t mind the sudden temperature drop. You actually found that it soothed you just as much as it did the others. Maybe that was why you felt so exhilarated by Bucky’s touch.

That or his charm and pure sexual magnetism that pulled at you and left you wanting and aching for more. Who knew.

Your search went on for a few more minutes until you came to the disheartening conclusion that Bucky was definitely not in here. It wasn’t just that the bed was made and looked like it hadn’t been slept in at all, but the light as well. The early morning sun was shining so brightly that even you thought it was headache inducing. There was no way Bucky would stick around and be exposed to this so he must have gone.

You didn’t bother to hide your disappointment, jutting out your bottom lip and pouting as you shut the door and left. As you were walking back to your room, you bumped into something hard that caused you to lose your balance. You shrieked as you awkwardly tumbled down, hearing only a disgruntled “oof” and landing a few inches off of the floor.

“Y/N…” The strained voice of Clint Barton cut through the air. “Sweetie…for the love of God…move your knee,” he groaned before materializing beneath you with a pained expression on his face. You looked down the length of your bodies to see that your knee was pressing hard against his groin.

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed and pushed yourself off of him, moving to his side. “Holy shit, Clint I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

He rolled to his side, cupping himself and stuttering, “Mhm, uh-huh, ‘m fine. Just…just gimme a minute here, kiddo.” His voice was a little higher than usual.

Trying your best not to laugh, you rubbed his arm to comfort him. “To be fair here, you bumped into me. I can’t really avoid something I can’t see.” Still, you felt just a little bit guilty.

He continued to mumble and groan, waiting for the pain to pass and trying not to let tears fall. Then you noticed that the bags under his eyes were a little more pronounced than usual.

“Sweetie, when was the last time you slept?” you asked, knowing that your friend turned into a bit of a night owl during this time. He muttered an answer that you were less than happy with and sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you,” you started to nag him. “You can’t survive on just coffee and pizza. Even creatures need to sleep.”

“Y/N, we-”

“Don’t give me any of that “monster/human metabolisms are different” crap,” you cut him off. “I know all about it and there’s still a limit, Barton.”

The invisible man with the not-so-invisible pain finally laughed and moved to sit up, letting you help him. “Can’t get anything past you, huh Y/N?”

“You’re damn right,” you reaffirmed and helped him get to his feet. “Alright then, let’s get you to your room so you can sleep for the rest of the day. You’re going out tonight, yeah?” you asked and he replied with a nod, huffing out a harsh breath as he came to his feet.

He was still sore but his voice sounded a little more normal again. “There’s no point in arguing with you, is there?” he asked, knowing the answer even before you shook your head. “And you’re gonna lock me in there, aren’t you?” He smiled when you nodded this time.

“You’re a flight risk, Barton. If I don’t latch the cage, my little birdie will fly away,” you joked with him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

As you helped him hobble towards his bedroom, you felt a rush of cold air pass by, strong enough to lift your dress up. Startled by the sudden exposure, you turned abruptly to look for the source, forgetting that you were supporting most of Clint’s weight. But you remembered as soon as you heard him fall to the ground and curse in surprise.

“Shit! Sorry Clint!”


As the afternoon approached, you still hadn’t been able to find Bucky. You settled for the fact that it was still early in the day and he would show up eventually. For almost an hour you stayed with Clint to make sure that he actually fell asleep and then locked his door when you left. The elusive man couldn’t pass through walls so he was trapped in there until you set him free. Which is why it was a little unsettling that wherever you went, you felt as though you weren’t alone. That something unseen was following you around. Catching a glimpse only through your peripheral vision but as soon as you turned to look, there was nothing there. Thinking it would be best to tell Steve about it, you made your way down the first floor corridors to reach Bucky’s basement bedroom where Steve was resting. That’s when you heard two very distinct voices. It was Sam and Tony and they were arguing. Again. About something stupid…again. Being in no mood to deal with them, especially today, you tried to sneak past them.

“Hey Y/N!” Sam’s voice called out to you. “Come and settle this for us.”

You slumped your shoulders down in defeat and turned back to face them. You gave them both a hard look and raised your hands in surrender, hoping they would see how sincere you were with your inability to deal with their crap.

“Fellas, not today. I really don’t want to deal with your whining and complaining,” you said sternly before pointing at Tony. “I don’t want to hear about how you’re going to pluck out Sam’s feathers one by one or how you’re going to clip his wings because he’s annoying you and never shuts up. Just suck it up like the rest of us do!” Then you turned to Sam. “And I definitely don’t want to hear about how we should neuter Tony because the last thing you want is a pack of little Stark’s running around. Yeah, I know, even the thought of that terrifies me too.” You took turns looking them both in the eyes. “Please boys, let it go. And enough with the animal jokes, damn.”

Both men looked at each other then you and then back to each other, taking a moment before nodding in unison and silently agreeing to let it go. For now, at least. You swore that in that moment, the heavens parted and you could hear angels singing.

“Fine. So then where were you heading off to, babygirl?” Sam asked with a grin. The two of them started walking closer to you.

“I was just gonna go check on Stevie. See if he needs anything.”

“Is that why you were sneaking towards Barnes’ room?” Tony asked, staring you down suspiciously.

You rolled your eyes and simply answered, “That’s because Steve spent the night in there.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest. “What, are the two old-timers having some kind of “best friends forever” sleepover or something?” You could practically hear the scoff that was itching to push through his throat. As much as he wouldn’t admit it, Sam was a little jealous now that Steve’s old chum had moved in.

Tony chimed in again, “Upset you weren’t invited, Wilson?”

“You’re the one that would never get invited, Stark,” Sam retaliated immediately.

Tony snorted derisively, trying to hide his own jealousy. “Who says I would want to join your super-secret boy band? Cause I don’t. I’m a lone wolf!”

Again, you rolled your eyes. That truce lasted all of two minutes but to be fair, it was a new record. You interjected before things could get too out of hand. “No, guys. Bucky was nice enough to switch rooms with Steve until his headaches pass. He’s actually really sweet and he cares about Stevie so give him a chance, okay?” you defended the absent vampire.

You could see that Tony still wasn’t buying it. “Yeah, cause that’s what you’d expect from the spawn of Dracula,” he chided, raising his hands to imitate air quotations as he repeated, “Sweet and caring.”

Holding back your annoyance towards the wolfman, you turned to address the birdman instead. “Sam, could you actually go check on Steve for me? There’s something I need to talk to Tony about. Tell him I’ll come around later to see him.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” he said, ruffling your hair affectionately and smiling when you pouted. Sam stuck his thumb out towards Tony as he backed away. “But you might wanna put a shock collar on Stark tonight, Y/N. Just in case he gets a little too close to your undead boytoy.” He mimicked being electrocuted and laughed wholeheartedly before continuing to walk away.

“Go lay an egg, Wilson!” Tony bellowed after him.

“Bad dog! Don’t make me get the spray bottle!” Sam’s laugh echoed down the hall.

“Smartass,” Tony grumbled before turning his full attention on you. “Seriously Y/N. I warned that pale bastard before you got here to keep his creepy hands off of you.” He held your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your head from side to side. “I’ll rip his head off if he puts his mark on you.” Content to see that your skin was clear, Tony dropped his hand and sighed in relief.

Your cheeks flushed as you thought back to Bucky’s teeth breaking through your skin. Drinking from you from the exact spot that Tony had just inspected and found nothing. Bucky’s words from yesterday started to echo in your ears. Our little secret indeed.

Waving off the thoughts, you remembered what you wanted to talk to Tony about. “First of all, Bucky is not creepy so stop that. Second, you have other things to worry about.”

“What’re you talking about, kid?” he asked, clearly confused.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about, Tony. You better not come home tomorrow morning dragging back another devoured animal carcass that I’m left to clean up. I swear, I’ll shave you bald this time,” you warned, poking him hard on the chest.

Tony choked back incredulously. “Oh come on, Y/N! You know I can’t promise anything here. I have no control over it!” He tried to defend himself.

Thinking back to the last time you were home during the full moon, he remembered he had done exactly that. Managing to get blood and entrails all around the mansion but more specifically, right in front of your bedroom door. You were sure that your screams and curses could be heard from three towns over after you stepped in what you could only assume was a half-eaten sheep’s stomach. It ended up taking you a couple of hours to clean everything, mostly because you were trying not to get sick and add to the mess. When you eventually found Tony, he was rolling around on the lawn in the back still trying to recover from his feast. Vision was already scolding him for making his clean kitchen tiles all filthy too. Once Tony was lucid enough to remember what he did, he started to use his trademark charm on you. Trying to convince you that it was his lycanthrope way of giving you a gift because he cares about you so much. Sweet concept but you were adamant that you wanted it returned and exchanged for a soul-cleansing shower and new pair of bunny slippers.

Tony nudged your shoulder affectionately with his after replaying the memory. “Hey, you forgave me for that remember. Besides, you said you’re enjoying this vegan lifestyle, right? You have me to thank for that!” He raised his eyebrows, clapped his hands together, and gave you a big smile.

You pursed your lips to keep from smiling back. “That’s not the point, mister.” You looked at him, pleading softly with your best impression of puppy-dog eyes that you knew he couldn’t resist. “Please Tony, just try. For me?”

He groaned and his head fall back. “You’re killing me here, kiddo. Alright alright, I’ll try.” He looked to you again. “But will you still love me if I accidentally bring back some leftovers?” he asked hopefully, raising one eyebrow and nipping at his bottom lip.

You looked into his big brown eyes and nodded. “Of course I’ll still love you, Tony.” You leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly before turning to leave. “But if you do end up bringing back a treat…” you grinned over your shoulder as you walked away. “…you’re going to spend an entire day with Bucky and you have to be nice to him.”

“No way in hell!” he exclaimed in the distance. “I’ll take my chances with the shock collar!”

Your laughter was cut short when you gasped in surprise. There was a strange stinging sensation on your backside, like someone had just spanked you. You spun on your heels to see if maybe Tony had followed and was messing around but you were completely alone in the corridor. You turned again when you felt something else on your thigh, just under the hem of your dress. A kiss?


Hours later, the sun was hanging lower in the sky and you were really starting to feel frustrated. There was still no sign of Bucky and the increase of weird incidents was not helping with putting your mind at ease. Full moons were always a little more strange now that you were usually surrounded by creatures but this was unprecedented, and a little inappropriate. Like your dress straps slipping off your shoulders repeatedly and almost exposing your chest or the fleeting touches that would leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Jolts of pleasure that felt like they were tightening a coil in your stomach just a little more each time but then it would go away unfulfilled. You suspected Bucky but whenever you would call out to him, you were met with only silence. If it was him, he was doing his best to tease and torment you, and annoying as it was, it was working.

In an attempt to distract yourself from your sexual frustration, you stayed in the library and tried to immerse your mind in a good book. Of course, it was completely futile. After reading the same paragraph for the fourth time, a thought crossed your mind that made you jump from your seat. The time had just passed for when Bucky would be down in the kitchen so he could take his supplements. When you got there, you saw that only Vision was in the room standing by the stove and stirring a small pot. Feeling slightly dejected, you walked in and leaned against the counter top, resting your head in your hands.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” Vision asked looking up from his task and at you. “I sense that your mood has decreased dramatically since entering the room. Are you in need of comfort? Have I upset you in any way?” He didn’t have eyebrows but you were sure they would be knitted curiously right about now if he did.

Faking a smile as best you could, you tried to reassure him. “No no, it’s not you, Viz. Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”

He turned his attention back to the stove. “I can sense that you are not being honest with me,” he paused and thought for a moment. “But you also have no desire to discuss it further so I shall let it pass.”

This time, your smile was genuine. Out of all of your monster friends, Vision was the least protective and yet, somehow, the most understanding. He didn’t necessarily experience emotions but he was still programmed to be kind and caring. The synthetic man was the newest member of the household before Bucky came along. Tony and another monster, who had since disappeared, created Vision by accident almost a year ago. He was still very much in his infancy but he possessed a staggering intellect and in order to maintain his software, he would power down during the full moon and update his systems. Knowing that he still couldn’t comprehend the dynamics of human/creature relationships, you didn’t have to worry about him being upfront with him.

“Hey Vision, have you seen Bucky at all today?” you asked hopefully.

“No, I haven’t. It would appear as though Mr. Barnes has been absent for the majority of the day. Or has at least managed to elude my attention.” He continued to stir the pot and read from his European Cuisine cookbook. “I had taken the liberty to deliver his supplements to his bed chambers but instead found only a highly discontent Steve Rogers.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling your frustration build again. “Yeah, they switched rooms. Steve’s headaches and all.”

“I know, that is why I offered to prepare a soup for Mr. Rogers that will aid in his recovery.” He removed the pot from the stove and poured it into a bowl. “Will you be needing anything before I rest for the night, Y/N?”

You shook your head and helped him prepare a tray. “No thanks, Viz. And I can take this to Steve for you, I wanted to go check on him anyways.” You were hoping to ask him if he knew where his best friend was or if maybe a frisky ghost had moved while you were gone.

Vision bowed his head in thanks and said, “Have a good night, Y/N,” before leaving you alone in the kitchen.

Just as you were about to pick up the prepared tray, you started to feel warm. Really warm. An intense heat started to build inside of you, burning hot in your belly and making you gasp for air. Your hands reached out to grip the edge of the counter top when it passed through your lower half, almost making your knees buckle. The desire to rub your thighs together to alleviate the aching need for friction made your cheeks flush. And then it faded away just as suddenly as it started. The only reminder being the heavy beating of your heart and the wetness gathering between your legs. If this was Bucky, you swore he was going to be in so much trouble when you found him.


Nightfall. The clouds parted to reveal the stunningly bright and full orb that triggered a change in every monster. You could hear Tony howling in the distance; the beast within was in full control now as he ran wildly through the forests to hunt down his prey. Sam had changed at the same time, mutating into the form of his giant-feathered counterpart. He was probably somewhere over the Atlantic by now; his majestic and enormous wings could carry him to Europe and back before daybreak. Vision went into hibernation mode long before the sun had set and was now out of commission for the rest of the night. Clint was freed from his room hours ago and now he was…well, who the hell knew where he was, the man was invisible after all.

Steve assured you that he would stay barricaded in the dark sanctity of Bucky’s bedroom since the harsh effects of his migraines were still causing him grief. When you brought him his meal earlier, you casually asked if Bucky had come to see him, careful not to mention that you noticed his absence all day. That’s when he told you that his friend left earlier that day to feed on whoever took his fancy. That he struggled more to maintain his appetite during the full moon and he needed to find a mate to relieve his desires. At first you didn’t believe a word he said. Bucky wasn’t like that. This had to just be Steve’s typical over-protectiveness trying to keep you away from the ‘vampire threat’ and you were not amused. But then you thought that Steve had never lied to you before so who knows what to believe. By the end of your visit, you became so disenchanted from his words that you forgot to mention anything about the strange things that happened to you throughout the day and if Bucky was really behind it all.

“Y/N, are you sure you don’t want to come out tonight?” Natasha’s voice cut through your neurotic thoughts, forcing you to shake your head clear.

“Yeah, I’m positive. I’m just not feeling it tonight. But you guys go and have a good time for me.”

You turned to see her donning her tight-fitted, black leather jacket over her slender shoulders, just as Wanda did the same. The two women always went out together during the full moon, claiming to see what kind of trouble they could stir up but you knew that their true intentions were far more virtuous. They would go out to bars and clubs so they could keep an eye on other creatures and make sure they didn’t prey on innocent humans. Just as she protected you and came to your aid all those years ago, Natasha continued to do the same for others, and Wanda was more than happy to join in the mission.

“Did you want us to stay with you, sweetie?” Wanda asked in her soft accented voice and took your hands in hers. “You’ve been home for a week and we’ve barely had a chance to hang out.”

You felt a tingling warmth in the palms of your hands and you knew she was trying to connect with you. Trying to read your mind and see if you were hiding anything from them. Thankfully you were aware of Wanda’s little tricks, the faint red wisps of her magic being a major clue, and you managed to focus your thoughts away from a certain vampire long enough for her to feel reassured. “Ladies, I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon so we still have plenty of time to hang out,” you said, trying to convince them as much as yourself. This whole ordeal with Bucky left you somewhat less than inclined to stick around but you didn’t want to think about that now.

“I still don’t like the idea of leaving you alone, Y/N,” Natasha admitted. A scowl pulled her features taut. “What about Barnes? Where’s he gone off to? I don’t trust that Fang.”

“Nat, don’t be rude,” you scolded her for using that term against him. “And you don’t need to worry about Bucky, he’s been gone all day and he probably won’t be coming back soon either.” Hiding the slight harshness in your voice was difficult but you pulled it off.

“He better not be draining the neighbors or any locals. If we have to move because of that bloodsucker, I’m going to tear his throat out. And I won’t be nice about it either.”

The venom in her tone made a shiver crawl up your spine. Natasha was less fond of relocating than she was of vampires and she absolutely hated them. Sirens and vampires were always butting heads, they were the two most effective predators after all. Whereas sirens were more strategic and stealthy when hunting, vampires showed more cunning and charm with their prey. Each one thought their kind was superior to the other and they often fought for dominance when they were forced to keep company.

Clint suddenly appeared beside the red-haired seductress, laughing nervously. “Alright, Nat, easy there. Let’s get going, yeah?” He usually tagged along with the ladies on these nights. As they would watch over others, he would be watching over them. Mostly Natasha though, just to make sure she didn’t tear anyone’s limbs off in public because they pissed her off…again.

After wishing them a good time and saying your goodbyes, you watched the remainder of your friends take off for the night. Leaving you alone and still thinking about where the hell Bucky could be.


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Tyler Seguin

Inspired by Tyler’s insta story yesterday, I got a request of “I need a tyler seguin imagine based on his insta story where he’s inured and its super cute and maybe he tries to have sex and his injury gets in the way pls and thx i love you”

Originally posted by brosillustrated

Warning: Explicit content and swearing

Word Count 2780

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“Come love me!”               

  I glance up from my book, shielding my eyes from the bright sun and spy Tyler sprawled out in the grass with Marshall and Cash.  Both dogs are heavily interested in their own toys and pay their dad no attention whatsoever.

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A very short shorts

…god I need more time for studying and social media. More time on social media.

Studio AU - @thebbros-studios-on-and-off-set

The AU I was thinking about while writing some of this - @smol-sinner-artist

Quest AU - @thebbros

I hope this isn’t copyright, my friend told me some of this. If she got this from social media, sorry. Someone tell who actually did the joke.

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Cup: Fu*k you.

Bendy: Go ahead.

Cup: What?

Bendy: What?

Me: *Spams delete button* 

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Seth: *Busy snapping stalkerish pics of Bendy and Cup*

Me: Dude.

Cendy and Bendystraw fans: *Also snapping pics*

Me: You guys are everywhere.

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Boris: …

Cup: …

Bendy: …

*All stares intensely at bottle*

Bendy: My turn. *Flips bottle*

*Perfect flip*

Bendy: YESSSSS! *Sticks hand out*

Cup: Ugh…*Passes two bucks*

Bendy: Twenty bucks, new record!

Boris: Let’s play again!

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Me: Midget spinner…?

Bendy: NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE.

Seth: You’re fit to be one too. Wanna try and see, Mono?

Me: No thank you.

FALL OUT BOY NEW ALBUM CONFIRMED?!?!

so my mom goes into a music store to look for stuff for me and she makes some comment to the lady who works there about how i was freaking out about fall out boy maybe making a new record and the lady said YES IT IS A NEW RECORD and she knows bc they’ve ALREADY PLACED ORDERS to have it before the day it comes out so they can stock it before the day it officially comes out

GUYS FOB7 IS HAPPENING

disclaimer: i was not physically there to hear this, it’s all been told to me. be warned THIS COULD BE FALSE INFORMATION, im just telling you guys what i was told

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Wow! Yes, this is a short story because I really need this space to say… wow. Thanks for the supporting my others two posts, I’m stunned with your reaction. Thanks again!!


Imagine you being a normal girl, who found yourself backing up to Jerome’s speech on GCPD.  


The bar was full that night, even if the Maniax attacked once more, now the police department.

“Hey, pretty baby! Where’s my coffee”

As I said, the bar was full, and “I’m only one, wait a bit”. My boss hated when I “do this with your eyes… roll them”. But when the bar was full (sounds like tonight), it was impossible not to do such mania. Mainly when the “pretty baby” felt like knives in my intestine.

But, well, the coffee wasn’t ready, the usual cops were dead (thank god) and my boss left the TV on.

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Favors (Part 1) - Min Yoongi x Reader (smut)

indirectly requested by @bangtaanvines (thanks for the idea; I’m a big fan)

Group : BTS

Member : Min Yoongi (aka AgustD)

Genre : Oral, Best Friend!AU  

Word Count : 1792                                                            

Description : You wanted to know, how giving a blowjob would feel like since you were quite inexperienced in it. So why not use your best friend Yoongi as a test object?  

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Lifeguard Au

My lame explanation for not posting on Tumblr. I only work 3 days a week, but I covered 3 shifts on top of my 3 full shifts.
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“I’m here to relieve you.”
Lance doesn’t take his eyes off the ocean.
Shiro coughs into his hand, before he speaks up again.
“I said, I’m here to relieve you kid.”
“Go home Shiro, you’re still sick.”
He coughs harshly into his hand to support lance’s accusation.

“Yeah, well Hunks got it worse which is why I can’t have one of my guard open and close for 2 days straight.”
“It’s been 3 and I’m sure another day won’t kill me.”
“…but it does make the scene unsafe. I can’t trust my lifeguard to make the best judgement after 3 shifts in a row.”
Lance turns to face Shiro
“…and I can’t trust my supervisor to make the best decisions when he is still recovering from pneumonia.”
Their staring contest is short lived when Shiro turn his head to cough.
Lance takes this opportunity to hold his grounds.
“It doesn’t matter Shiro, I won’t be alone. The new lifeguard you hired starts today, and the last thing we want is for him to think this station is a living pétri dish.”
“New lifeguard?”
Lance looked agaped.
He loved Shiro, he became a lifeguard specifically to work with his team on the south side, and he could proudly admit that he learned everything he knew from him. So he knew the fuzzy memory was a side effect of his illness.
“Shiro. I’ve got this. Get some rest and I’ll handle the New guy and I’ll show him the run down too.”
The expression on the older boys face shows that he’s got a headache over this entire scenario, but he trust Lance’s advice and decided to head home after all.

He wouldn’t Leave Lance if he didn’t trust him. The boys worked with him for years now, and he has definitely made an impact on the community. The district had even offered him a station on the North Shore with a team of his own.
The North shore was just as gnarly as the South side, but they had sun kissed babes straight out of a magazine, so Shiro knows that Lance could leave anytime if he wanted.
“Thanks Lance, I appreciate this and lance…
Lance looks at Shiro with utmost respect and focus.
”…don’t push yourself. I don’t want another guard down.“

“Yes Sir.”

When Shiro is off the beach and out of sight, Lance can’t help but sigh. Hes down right exhausted, and he’s pretty sure he’s going to catch whatever his coworkers got. If he can just stay on his feet until Shiro is fully recovered, and for Hunk to get over the worse than Lance can crash and burn without any worry about who’s watching the beach.

He’s been working on this beach since he was a sophomore in High school. It was just a part time job for quick cash, but after his first rescue he fell in love with his job.

The beach always brings in tourist, But he is always friendly with the locals.
“Hey Pidge.”
He says while he walks the beach.
Pidge is a bright young boy who always sits and reads on the beach. Lance is pretty sure he has never seen him swim in all years that he worked as a Lifeguard, but he is never quick to Judge.

“Hey Lance, you here again?” Pidge asked with raised brows.
“I practically live here.” He laughs before it dies into a harsh cough.
“You okay? Your looking…” he stops to find the right words.
“You look pale.”
“Well I missed my classes today to be here, and Both my co-workers are patient zero. Your the genius you tell me.”

Pidge just grins.
“I don’t know if I’m a genius, but southside swells are coming in, and you don’t have to be a genius to know what that means.”

“The princess.” Lance whispers.

“Who’s the princess?” Lance turns to the unfamiliar voice. It’s his duty to be paying attention to the beach, so it catches him off guard that someone has been standing behind him, listening in.

“Only the greatest Surfer in this galaxy.”
Pidge scoffs.

“Oh.” The boy doesn’t say much more, but he’s wearing a red shirt with yellow shorts, and it only takes Lance a couple more glances to realize he’s the new Lifeguard Shiro hired.

“You must be Keith.” Lance puts his hand out to greet him formally.

“Yeah, but you’re not Shiro.”
“Lance actually. You’ll be shadowing me today, and hopefully Shiro will be back tomorrow to finish all the paperwork.”

The ebony hair boy just nods in agreement. He’s surprisingly quiet,and Lance can’t help but stare at his mullet.

“You look like you came out of an 80’s film with that hairstyle, you can tie it back can’t you?”
Pidge bubbles in laughter.

Keith on the other hand is self consciously touching his hair.

“I guess, if I need too?”
Lance just Waves off the conversation.

“Sorry Pidge, but we’ve got training to cover.”
“Feel better.”
Lance just Waves him off.

Keith follows closely behind Lance, as he moves towards the yellow station.
“Not to have listened in on a conversation that isn’t mine but who’s “Princess?” Keith asked, hoping to star small talk.

“You must be knew here.”
“Yeah, maybe like a month now?” He thinks.

“Princess Allura, she’s a professional surfer. She’s been traveling, catching waves around the world, but she’s grew up here.”
“Wow, thats cool to have a celebrity come to this beach.”

Lance just smiles.
“You’ve got a lot to learn.”

Keith doesn’t say much, just tilts his head to one side.
“Are you familiar with currents?”
Lance asked, to keep the conversation going but he know, the new guy has to know if Shiro hired him.
“Yeah, There was an earthquake a few weeks ago from Japan, I heard it was going to affect the Southside.”

“We call those Southside swells.”
Keith again just nods.
“Allura is in town, and she’s here for the surf, if you follow her twitter, then you would already know that, which means any of her local followers are probably going to be here to watch, or try to surf.”

“Which means…”
“A lot of amateur show offs who are going to need our help.”

Lance continues to go through the training regimen, and the protocols
“I think that’s everything, and if you have questions you can ask me.” Lance coughs.
“Are you okay?”
Lance just sighed in his own exhaustion.
“Yup, don’t worry I’ll be fine.”
“Do we normally have shifts by ourselves?” Keith asked.
Hes been extremely careful to give Lance and the beach his full attention, but now that he’s open to ask, he can’t help but let all his concerns and nerves bubble out.
“Your the only Lifeguard here, and we’ve been at it for a couple hours now, aren’t we suppose to be working at least in pairs?”

Lance knew the question would eventually come up, but he’s so tired of talking already and he can feel his throats get raw
“Matt went off to College, which is why we were hiring, unfortunately Shiro and Hunk our other guards are both out sick.” Lance explains after clearing his throat..


“Are you sick?”
The questions is curt, but it takes Lance by surprise.
“What! No… I, I’ve covered shifts all week I’m just tired.

The expression on Keith’s face is knowing, but he doesn’t voice it.

They manage to keep the area safe for most of the morning. Everyone once in a while, Lance tells Keith to announce when the shore breaks are unsafe over speakers, but everyone manages to follow direction.

It’s almost a boring morning, but Lance can’t help but be grateful. He doesn’t want to get in the water today, he’s already shivering under his uniform, even with the sun out.

“Are you sure your okay?”
“I’ll manage.”
“I know I’m new but I can…”

Lance shoots up from his slouched position.
He’s running on the hot sand, and he’s in the water almost instantly.

Keith Just stand awkwardly in the station watching as Lance pulls a little girl into his arms, slowly letting the waves bring him back in, head never letting the girls head bob under the water.

By the time the Keith is on the beach, Lance is already talked by with the girls parents.

“Is, um… Is she okay.”

Lance is drenches in sea water looking at Keith incredulously.

“Perfect. No thanks to you.”
He spits as he walks back to grab a towel.

“Are you okay?”
Keith asked handing him a dry towel.

“Stop. Let’s get this straight new guy. Stop, asking if I’m okay. I get that your new, but you need to stop worrying about and keep your eyes on this beach.”
Lance tell Keith between wet soggy coughs.
“We have a perfect record this year for no incidents that require any medical attention, and I trust Shiro wouldn’t hire an idiot so I need you to help us keep that record clear. Focus on the beach and the swimmers, not me.”

“… You look hot.”
An embarrassing blush runs across Lance’s cheeks.
“Wh..what!?”

Keith presses a hand on Lance’s forehead.
Then slides the back of his hand to the blush on lance’s face.

“I’m right, you have a fever.”

anonymous asked:

I saw the writing prompt post and I hope you're still doing it 💕 can I get 28,48, and 53 with Suga?

28. “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

48. “I made a mistake.”

53. “I’m flirting with you.”


Min Yoongi (Suga) x Reader

Genre: College AU, Fluff

Word count: 583

Originally posted by jeonbase

“Yoongi! Come quick it’s important!” you called him.

“What can you slow down? What happened?” he asked in a husky voice, you clearly just woke him up.

“No time to talk, meet me at the usual place,” you said and hanged up. This morning started as bad as it can get and you needed someone to speak with, not feeling even a little bit sorry for the poor guy who loves sleeping more than anything. Your thoughts were interrupted with Yoongi busting in through the cafe doors. You looked at your clock. 17 minutes. That’s gotta be a new record.

“Y/N!” he shouted rushing to the table. “What happened?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his messy appearance.

“Why are you laughing? You called me over at 8 am in the morning. I thought somebody died.”

“Yes somebody did die. It’s my heart! It’s about to stop beating,” Yoongi just rolled his eyes and slumped next to you. 

“Don’t you roll your eyes on me! Hear me out! This guy, how rude of him-”

“You really woke me up so you could complain about guys again,” he said setting his head on the table. “It’s too early for this shit. I need coffee.”

“I will give you mine if you listen to me,” you said sliding him the cup.

“Yours is too sweet,” he replied but still started drinking it anyways. Satisfied, you began your rant. You told him how you noticed this guy in the library and how you wanted to befriend him but he was so rude, he just looked at you from the bottom up and completely ignored you. You talked about the same topic for good twenty minutes when you noticed that Yoongi completely lost interest.

“What do you think?” you asked him.

“Firstly, this story was really boring and completely not worth my time. Secondly, I think that guy just doesn’t know that real beauty comes from the inside.”

“I’m sorry. Are you saying I’m unattractive?”

“That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

“Please educated me then, oh great Min Yoongi!” you teased him. He set the coffee cup down and looked you in the eyes.

“What I meant was that you’re too dense. I’m throwing hints left and right here, I’m obviously flirting with you but you instead go ahead and talk about others.”

“Throwing hints? Do you mean…” you stared at him and noticed how his cheeks began flushing.

“Okay. Well shit, I said to much,” he said quickly standing up and collecting his things. “I made a mistake coming here. Goodbye,” and he almost ran to the door.

“Yoongi wait!” you shouted and ran after him. You could barely control your laughter, how did your rant turn into this and does he seriously think he can just walk away after saying something like that. You caught him outside by his jacket sleeve and just burst out laughing.

“I wasn’t joking, if that’s what you’re thinking right now,” he said looking at you with annoyed expression on his face.

“You big idiot,” you said crashing your lips with his. Surprised by your action he pulled away after a few seconds.

“What are you doing? I sometimes can’t understand you at all.”

“And you call me the dense one? I have always liked you but didn’t have the courage to say so because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Is that so?” he smirked. “Then I guess we both are idiots.” he said pulling you in closer.


A/N: I was supposed to write drabbles but look at me not knowing how to stop 😂 

Stunt Fatigue

I’m looking over my page and realizing it’s been ages since I posted ANYTHING. I think the Chernobyl stunt has been too much for me, and while I’ve been lurking and staying updated on my OT5, my Liam heart just hasn’t had the strength to create content throughout all this mess. And the fact that there are fans out there that will dissect the remotest wink from Harry to anyone that’s not Louis, but will just accept this disgusting bs narrative surrounding Liam drives me crazy.

 It’s so obvious none of them are “out free.” Even the ones with new management, or new record labels. Watching so-called Ziams slam Liam for these tiny pinches of shade thrown at Zayn is even more upsetting, because you guys should know who Liam is, and that everything we see from him right now is directed and approved by their demented overlords. So the next time you’re thinking about boycotting Liam, or Harry, or Niall (is there a jealous fuck out there that would boycott Niall? What is wrong with you? I don’t like slow hands either but the boy is sunshine incarnate), take a walk to the interwebs and google up modest management’s website. The second picture you see (after poor Nialler) is One Direction.

Still repped by modest. Still signed to Syco. And remember that this is only “hiatus” which means whatever they want it to mean. Which is probably this:

 One Direction will not be releasing any music or touring while Sony tries to push Harry Styles down your throats. In the meantime, expect the same stunt foolery you’ve come to expect from modest! management, as they’ve signed their souls over to us in blood. 

Since Louis already gave you “I knocked up a thottie at the club, but immediately started dating an actress because, hetero,“ our next trick will be Liam falls prey to the whole “sexy teacher wants a baby” storyline, because nothing sells hetero like an icky pedophilia-laced desperate woman scenario. It will be perfect to sell Liam’s new brand of teen pop. Meanwhile, Harry will write an album full of tired sexist tropes while promoting feminism, and wear a plethora of rainbows while reminding us all about him and Taylor Swift. Oh, and Niall’s gonna have brown hair now. It’s more manly.

So this is why I haven’t been posting. It’s all so gross. But at the same time, I love these boys so freaking much. I can’t quit them. And while I hate these disgusting narratives they are being forced to play out, I don’t believe them. And if I tuned out completely I would miss things like this:

Payne chain promo or not, I heart this with my entire soul. So eff you Simon & Co. you’re not going to ruin 1d for me.

Liam Dunbar Imagine- Drunken Drama

Anon- Hey i love your Isaac Lahey imagines, but can I get one with Liam where she’s Scotts or Dereks younger sister and shes human and they go to a party and she gets really drunk. But can you make it fluffy at the end and stuff. Sorry that its not much to go on but thanks if you get around to doing it!!

Authors Note- First of all thankyou and I’m glad you enjoyed them. I really liked this request, even though there’s quite a few similar to this out there, but I hope I got it similar to how you wanted it, I had fun writing it. It’s also set in the third season but Liam is there x

Being a Hale, believe it or not did have its perks. Being a werewolf with heightened abilities being the main, however when all of that is suddenly stripped away from you it’s kind of hard to deal with. Cora was dying and the only way to save her was for Derek to give up his alphaship. However, you weren’t entirely sure loosing an alpha against the alpha pack was the best idea, so you decided to throw a spanner in the works. Without telling Derek you healed Cora yourself, but being a beta meant you lost your power completely. But she was your sister, she was worth your life let alone your stupid werewolf curse. How much harder could being a powerless human be?

“So when are your friends picking you up?” your older brother huffed, not wanting to accept that you were growing up. “Erm actually I’m taking her, the others are staying in to work out a plan with Deaton” Liam mumbled. “You mean Scott’s not going with you?” Derek asked, his voice echoing around the loft. “See, I knew you would overreact” you tried to play it off, giving Liam daggers. “Absolutely not!” Peter said, emerging from nowhere. You rolled your eyes and glanced at him, “Its times like this I wish you were still dea-” you began before Liam interrupted to prevent witnessing another Hale argument. “I’ll be there, and so will Mason” he said quickly. “As comforting as that sounds, the answer is still no” Derek replied sarcastically. “I’m not a kid, I can take care of myself” you crossed your arms over your chest. “You could take care of yourself, as in past tense” Peter spoke again. “So what if I’m technically not a werewolf? I’m also not an idiot” you retort. “Debatable-” Peter remarked under a fake cough. “Fine” Derek said with a sigh. “Wait… you’re letting me go?” you said, examining your brothers blank expression. “Yes you can go” he replied. “Are you insane?” Peter asked shaking his head. “Well you do let me run around the streets at night with my pack, a party is probably a lot safer” you said, flashing a fake smile at your uncle. “Just don’t get drunk, I mean it!” Derek demanded. “I wont” you said with an eye roll and a smirk. You grabbed your purse and began to walk towards the loft door. “You better look after my sister, if anything happens to her its your fault, the Hales don’t take kindly to their family being hurt”  Derek said sternly to Liam, as Peter flashed his eyes gold from over Derek’s shoulder. “Of course I will” Liam said nervously. “Stop scolding him, I know what you two are doing” you claimed sliding the loft door open and waiting for Liam to join you. He looked from your brother to your uncle, before putting his hands in his jacket pockets and doing a small jog over to you. “See you” you called out, slamming the door shut before they could change their minds.

The second you stepped foot in the club, Hayden passed you, Liam and Mason a free shot. But before you could even take a sip Liam grabbed it from you and drank the both of yours before you could blink. “You do realise you cant get drunk” you laughed. “Yeah, but neither can you, I don’t want to be killed by your family just yet” he joked. “Where the hell has Mason gone?” you asked, it was a new record for him to have split off. “Two guesses” Liam said out of routine. The two of you glanced to the biggest crowd of guys, there he is. It had been a few hours and the pair of you did what you always did, you found a space on your own and talked about everything, anything. You had no idea why you always did that, sure he was your best friend but you totally acted like an exclusive couple. You rarely saw one without the other, you were lost in your own little world together and yet still you didn’t realise what was right in front of you.

“It’s a little crowded in here and I’m sure Derek’s waiting up for you” Liam said, nervously biting his bottom lip and glancing over your shoulder. “I don’t need werewolf powers to know your trying to hide something from me” you said with a raised eyebrow. You began to turn around but he grabbed your shoulders to keep you still. “Okay… that was weird” you said, brushing his hands off. You stared at him and watched as he relaxed, before quickly turning around before he could stop you again. That’s when you saw it. Your ex boyfriend making out with a girl in the corner of the room. You couldn’t help but stare, you wanted to look away but seeing him brought back some emotions that you didn’t want to feel again. Liam stood beside you awkwardly, hearing your thumping heartbeat. He had liked you since forever and there you were, getting all chocked up over your ass of an ex. “Are you okay?” he practically whispered. Of course he cared about you and didn’t like seeing you upset, but it was hard to watch you get upset over the boy you had liked, the boy that had called you his girl, the boy that used to give you quick kisses in the hallway and endured the whole relationship talk from your brother and uncle. The talk he dreaded but so desperately wanted to have with you by his side. “What are we staring at, oh-” Mason said after seeing you two stood dead in the middle of the club. “What a dick” you managed to say. A small smile tugged at Liam’s lips after hearing and smelling the anger now raiding from you, rather than upset and jealousy. “Do you want to get out of here?” Mason asked, to make up for Liam’s silence. “Nope” you said bluntly, storming over to the bar. “Oh shi-” Liam began saying, while rushing after you, followed by Mason.

“Do you not remember your brother telling you not to get drunk?” Liam asked in disbelief, as the bar attender placed a line of shots in front of you. “Vaguely” you said, knocking back the first one. “Y/n, don’t you dare take one more sip” he tried to say with authority. You looked at him in the eye as you knocked back another and slammed the empty glass on the table. “She’s underage, this girl right here is underage drinking” Liam exclaimed loudly while pointing at you, earning him a few weird looks. He glared at the bar attender, waiting for him to do something but he simply shrugged and carried on serving. “Are you kidding me? Do you even check anyone’s fake ID in here?”  for once he was outraged by this, whereas any other time he wouldn’t of bat an eyelid to it. “Liam! There you are, I need you to carry a few boxes from the store room” Hayden said between breaths. “I cant right now” Liam shook his head, moving the fourth shot away from your already tipsy self. “Liam you promised you would help if I got you in” she huffed, handing a glow stick to a half naked drunk beside her. “Li, I’ll look after her while you’re gone. I like this club and quite frankly I like the people in it” Mason smiled flirtatiously at the barman. “Fine, I’ll be right back. Don’t move” he said sternly, before following Hayden through the crowd.

“Mason! What the hell?!”. He was now chatting to the barman while they drank together. “Oh fuck, I completely forgot” he stood up and stared at his best friend in both concern and guilt. “Derek’s going to kill me” he mumbled. “And my boss is going to kill me if someone doesn’t pay for the bottle of scotch she stole” the bar attender hinted. Liam gave a loud sigh and shoved the money from his pocket onto the bar, before closing his eyes and trying his hardest to focus. He knew your heartbeat from a mile off but you were surrounded by out of breath and horny teens. He bumped into a few large sweaty guys before he finally found you in the middle of the dancefloor. “Woah” he said as he just about caught you from falling. “Heyyy Liammmmm” you slurred with a giggle. “I am so dead” he squinted, smelling the alcohol on your breath. “So I know I’m supposed to stay at yours… but I think I’m going to another club after this with that guy over there” you gestured to an older looking guy standing in the corner of the room, that was still checking you out. “No you’re not Y/N, your brother thinks your staying with Lydia later tonight, he doesn’t know your staying at mine and he certainly wouldn’t let you stay with him” he said jealously, you had promised to stay at his because he was having trouble sleeping alone and Mason was already staying 3 nights a week because of this. “Oh pleaseeee Liammmm, I just want to have funn and make my dickbag ex jealous, lets see how he likes it” you half slurred. “The only one feeling jealous right now is me” he mumbled. “Huh?” you asked, drawing your attention back to him and his bright blue eyes. “Uhm nothing, come on lets go” he said, gently grabbing your wrist. About three minutes ago you would’ve objected and made a scene but something felt different in the way he spoke to you. He’d always been caring but tonight it was as if you were the only thing in the world that mattered to him.

Mason reluctantly dropped the two of you at Liam’s, mainly because you getting drunk was all his fault. Liam helped your giddy and staggering self out of the car, before carrying you bridal style into the house and up the stairs. He placed you on his bed and sighed, of course you looked stunning in your tight dress, heels and makeup, but the Y/N he fell in love with was underneath all that with sweatpants and one of his baggy hoodies on. “So where did you put your bag with your pjs and stuff in?” he asked awkwardly. “Ermmmm, I think its at the bar” you giggled in your drunken state, not knowing you’d regret it later. “I guess you can borrow some of mine” he offered, with a small smile. He pulled out a plain t-shirt before coming stuck as to what bottoms to give you. He usually only slept in boxers, because of the whole wolf heat thing. “It’s ok, it’s hot anyway ill just wear the top” you claimed from behind him. He turned around to hand it you, “OH MY GOD” he accidently shouted, before covering his eyes. “AHH WHAT?” you screamed back, turning to look behind you. “Why don’t you have any clothes on?” he asked in a panic. “I have a bra and underwear on Liam, just give me the top” you snatched It out of his hands with scoff. “Ok, have you got it on?” he asked. “Yep” you replied. He uncovered his eyes to see you in his tight black t-shirt that was oversized on you and your black underwear that showed every time you lifted your arms up or stretched, but as much as he wanted to look, he owed it to your non drunk usual self not to, he respected you way too much to do that. You flopped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, you parted your lips as if you were going to say something before simply letting the air escape. “Okay, so I’ll be on the couch downstairs if you need anything” he said, as he began to back out of the door. You simply hummed in response and covered yourself poorly with his blanket.

You glanced at the clock beside Liam’s bed, it was three in the morning and you hadn’t got an ounce of sleep. Normally Liam would sleep on the floor beside the bed but even he knew something felt different. You had sobered up a bit more, but you weren’t exactly thinking as straight as you would have. You wrapped yourself in his blanket and slowly crept downstairs and into the living room, you were still sort of stumbling. “Liam, Liam are you awake?” you asked, not being able to see that well. “Yeah” he replied, glowing his eyes gold so you could locate which couch he was on. You walked over to him and he moved, to allow some room for you. You wrapped the blanket around you both and lay next to him. “Why are you still awake?” he asked. “Why are you?” you returned. “Just thinking” he said laconically. “Same” you agreed. You both went to speak at the same time, before both erupting into a quiet laugh. “Drunk me heard what you said earlier, is it true?” you questioned. “Is what true?” he said, almost defensively. “That you were jealous” you said, moving your head to look up at him. “Yes” he admitted. He’d never had the courage to tell you before, but there you were, the girl of his dreams in his t-shirt looking more beautiful than ever. “Now why would you be jealous?” you pried, with a teasing voice. “Because I like you” he said, you could feel his quick beating heart. “Well I like you too” you admitted. “Wait what?” he was in shock to say the least. “And I always will” you continued, turning around so he was now spooning you. “So what does this mean?” he asked, not sure if he was dreaming. He waited for a response, before realising you were asleep. He sighed and wrapped his arms around you, feeling the fabric of his shirt and your bare legs against him, he never wanted this moment to end.

“Omg, I cant see” you whined, referring to the bright light that was directly in your eyes. “Y/n, Y/n, get up” Liam said quietly. You opened your eyes and sat up. “OH SHIT” you accidently said out loud. “So I ran into Scott and Lydia earlier tonight, neither of them had a clue where you where” your brother boomed. When your eyes adjusted fully, you saw Derek and Liam’s step dad staring at you from across the living room, he clearly came home earlier than expected from his night shift. You guiltily looked at Liam, who still had his arm around you, you quickly jumped apart and began explaining two different stories at the same time. “Where are your clothes?” Derek shouted, horrified. “It’s not what it looks like” you said, as Liam rubbed the back of his neck. “I forgot my clothes, so Liam leant me his” you smiled awkwardly. “I really don’t know what brotherly talk I’m supposed to have right now” he said. “Liam how come you never told me you had a girlfriend?” his step dad asked. But before Liam could open his mouth to do the whole ‘just best friends’ speech, you answered for him. “Well actually we weren’t exactly made official until earlier tonight” you stated, watching Liam’s eyes widen and a smile grow uncontrollably on his face. It was soon time for your brother to give the whole protective older brother speech, while you and Liam held hands underneath the blanket. A smirk spread across both of your faces, the next hour was hell but you finally had each other to endure it with.

Sorry it’s not too fluffy I just wanted to make It different from a lot of the ones out there with a similar plot line. Requests are open x

GOT7 Sings You Confession Song Because They All Like You (F)

This is a lil different reaction because it has a short excerpt before I dive into their reactions. Hope you like! Sorry it’s not a request, but the idea popped in my head and I had to write it. <3

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After debuting in 2016 with four singles, including the fiercely charismatic “Boombayah” and the synth-heavy “Playing With Fire,” the K-pop quartet kept quiet throughout much of 2017 before dropping “As If It’s Your Last” on June 22. The four twenty-somethings —Rosé (Roseanne Park), Jennie Kim, Kim Jisoo, and Lisa (Lalisa Manoban)— bubbled with visible exuberance as they spoke to Billboard during a recent Skype call from Seoul, discussing “As If It’s your Last” and their future.

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