you pop that collar

Glory and Gore

Prompt: “All I need is your lips against mine. Right now.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

Word Count: 3,077 Words

Warnings: swearing, a bit of violence, fluff

Notes: This is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k Writing Challenge! Seems like I’m really into Punk!Bucky nowadays. Don’t mind my title, I was just searching my ultra long playlist for ideas and this fit slightly. 

Originally posted by jlstreck

“Hurry up Y/N!” Wanda calls from the bottom of the stairs. It’s the first day back at school and you’ll be damned if you’re late. Some may give you disgusted side-glances because of your enthusiasm, but honestly? They’re the types of people who are destined to be future gas station attendants, so they don’t really bother you.

“I’m coming Wanda!” You reply, stuffing your matte lipstick into your bag and kicking your bedroom door closed. You hurry down the stairs, and smile at your best friend. “Ready?”

She rolls her eyes, grabbing your arm and tugging you towards the front door. “I’ve been ready since half an hour ago, you just take so damn long getting ready.” She tells you, leaning against the threshold as you lace up boots.

“Well, I’m sorry that I put effort into my looks.” You tease, squeaking as Wanda smacks your head.

“Stop rambling nonsense, let’s go.” She snorts, as you leave your home.

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I’m so incredibly grateful for all the love I got on my latest fanfic! You guys liked it and wanted another chapter so I’m back baby! Enjoy it my beautiful love bugs!
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Betty tucked a loose strand of honey blonde hair behind her ear, adjusting her cheerleading uniform and throwing her bag over her shoulder as she started on her walk home. She took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh spring to summer air as the sky drizzled, sunshowers were here absolute favorite thing in the world, it was almost as if the universe was saying, even sunshine needs to cry sometimes. Betty brought her fingers up to her face, wincing as she touched a particularly nasty bruise under her eye, the wet mist was washing away her makeup and leaving the evidence of chucks anger visible for all to see.

He had been so angry last night when he found out the jacket was gone, his default was to blame her and as hard as she lied and tried to deny it, he wouldn’t stop hitting her, wouldn’t stop screaming at her, calling her the most disgusting names.

Of course she wanted to leave him, who would want to stay in a relationship like this? When she was younger she had always dreamed of falling in love, finding someone who loved her for all she was, she had written endless pages about it in her diary. Unfortunately, it hadn’t worked out that way, Chuck had hunted her down, he had chosen her because she was pretty, because she was easy prey, and she had fallen for it. He spewed lies about the cheerleader and the quarterback, that they were meant to be, the pretty words and secret kisses had only lasted so long before the real Chuck had shown up. So yeah, she wanted to leave him, wanted to run away, but she couldn’t. She was too scared and she was too weak, his threats always echoing in her mind.

“If you leave me, I’ll kill you. Who are you going to run too? Your parents? Please. They’d laugh in your face, tell you you deserved it.” He would spit, and he was right,her parents were fully aware of the way the football player treated their daughter but they did nothing to stop it.

Betty could still remember the first time she had come home with a black eye from Chuck, she woke up the next morning to a tube of concealer and a note from her mother

“Please ice the bruise, you have homecoming next week and it would be unseemly to have a swollen eye in your pictures. Next time, just keep quiet.”

Betty laughed bitterly at the memory
“And don’t forget to pick up your medication Elizabeth.” She mocked, drawing her fingernails into her palms.

“You talking to the voices inside your head?”

Betty whipped around at the teasing voice and felt her heart stop at the sight of Jughead Jones standing casually against a trash can in the middle of the park.

“Jughead! What are you doing here?” She asked, a smile tugging on her lips.

He shrugged, moving closer to her.
“I was in the neighborhood, saw you walking all alone. Don’t you know there’s a turf war going on little lady?” He smirked before his entire face fell at the sight of the swollen bruise on her eye.

“That fucker did this to you?” He asked lowly, his eyes dangerous.

Betty reached a hand to her eye before dropping it, she had given up

“He was angry with me. I should have known he would be, I shouldn’t have even been near him..” she was cut off by Jugheads slender, rough fingers gently stroking the darkening skin.

“It’s not your fault. He’s sick, and he’ll get what’s coming to him. I can promise you that.” He growled, his face a breath away from hers. His eyes were intense as he whispered “how could anyone do this to you? Of all the people in the world, you.” He whispered, his voice sounded foreign even to himself, hoarse and angry.

Betty smiled sadly, dropping her forehead to Jugheads, he was practically a stranger, she definitely didn’t know him well enough to be this close to him, but beside him, his hands on her waist, she felt safer than she had her entire life.

“I’m really not that special.” She whispered.

Jughead pulled away, cupping her chin with his fingers

“That’s where you’re wrong Betty Cooper, you’re the most special person I’ve ever met.” He smiled crookedly as he pulled away, swinging an arm over her shoulder.

Betty laughed at the lazy way he strut through town, she asked about the Serpents, he asked about her uniform, she told him about Veronica and he told her about Keith. When they finally arrived at Betty’s front porch Betty was out of breath from laughing so hard and Jugheads cheeks ached from the constant smiling.

Walking her to her front porch, something shifted in the beautiful blondes eyes

“What’s the matter angel?” He asked concerned, the nickname rolling off his tongue.

“If Chuck sees you… he’ll kill you.. I shouldn’t have put you in this position.. I’m so sorry .. I…” Jughead cut her off as he clutched her hands

“Don’t you worry about me, I’ve got my boys surveying these streets. They seem to have taking quite a liking to you, im not the only one who has Chuck in my sights.” He reassured her.

Betty still looked skeptical but he took comfort in the way her shoulders relaxed slightly. She raised a palm to his cheek and rested it there, her fingers gently stroking the space beside his ear

“Thanks for walking me home. I’ll see you soon?” She asked.

Jughead nodded with a smirk, popping the collar of his leather jacket and raising a brow

“You got it Juliet.”

With one last glance at the dark haired boy Betty closed her front door, leaning her back against it and smiling.

Jughead walked the dark streets of Riverdale, his hand coming up to touch the space that Betty had rested her hand, he smiled.

Oh Chuck was definitely going down.

Hamilton as things my friends say

I’ve been saving these up for a while now, here it goes:

Alexander:  Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down, and I’d like to take a minute just sit right there, I’ll tell you how I became a total disaster

John Laurens: What? You think cuz I’m gay I talk about it all the time! I wear rainbow stuff daily! I make sure everyone knows I’m gay! Well I’ll have you know I’m not like that! *looks down and notices he’s wearing a pride shirt* uhhh *zips up jacket* 

Lafayette: Tis I! The Frenchiest Fry! The most Parisian Baguette! 

Hercules: *crocheting* I do this so I don’t kill people. I could so easily just stick this right into his eye! ….But I won’t, Imma make a scarf instead.

Burr: Here I am, just minding my own business, trying to go about life without wanting to jump off the nearest bridge, then OUT POPS THIS MOTHERFUCKER!

Thomas: It seems that my expertise is not appreciated here. Fine! I’ll just go somewhere else where people think my cooking is good and no one says shit about my coat! *stands up and pops coat collar dramatically* Are you coming or are you staying with these uncultured peasants?

James: Listen, I’m running on Dayquil and three cups of coffee and you want to start shit now?! I got out of bed for this! *Starts a coughing fit* ….I can’t wait to watch you all burn in hell. 

Angelica: I’m trying to be a good person. I keep my grades up, I try to help out my friends and family, geez, I put up with you lot for Heaven’s sake. Why can’t I just be rich, famous, and be with a smart, decent guy who likes me! 

Eliza: He was the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever met! And to think I thought I loved him. We had baby names and god parents picked out…. screw him! Allow me to explain, in song!~ *sings sad breakup songs while making everyone else in the room uncomfortable*

Peggy: Hey, here’s a little reminder for ya, I still exist! You never said any of this important gossip to me, you told my sisters and the rest of the damn WORLD, but not me….whatever, it’s fine. I don’t care anyways. 

Maria: I don’t deserve this! I never deserve any of this! I live with an asshole and he makes every day a living hell.

Philip: *showing everyone his injuries* You’re probably wondering how I got these. *Pulls up video from his go pro of him skateboarding down the street. Two pretty girls walk by and he gets distracted trying to flirt with them and show off that he doesn’t notice a parked car. He crashes into it and as the video gets blurry you hear loud cursing and the girls laughing* ….not my finest moment.

Lee: You don’t understand! I’m in crisis mode! I can’t handle this! *Shaves head*

Seabury: You damn well know my senpai is better than yours! My senpai will kick your senpai’s ass! *whispers* then maybe he’ll finally notice me….

Eacker: *talking shit* I’m not talking shit! How dare you say I’m talking shit! Fight me you punk!

Washington: Why don’t I have a say in being the dad friend? I don’t want to be the dad friend! I would never want to be the father of any of you!

King George III: Ew! Don’t touch me you filthy peasants! Don’t even go near me you disgusting swine! I am above you all! I am a King! I demand to be treated as su- *gets tripped by friend* *laying on floor dramatically* why must the world be so cruel….

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Requested by Anon

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader
Word count: 302
Warnings: None


”Is that mine?” Parrish smirked as he saw you sitting in the sofa along with your book. You tilted your head up towards were his voice came from and furrowed your brows in confusion.

”What’s yours?” you asked and closed your book to place it on the table in front of you. Parrish took a step towards you and leaned forward to were you sat, he knelt down on the couch and popped the collar of the shirt you were wearing.

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inkyhorror  asked:

the only acceptable answer to "you draw? could you draw me?" is "no thanks" popping your collar and putting on sunglasses as your friend plays a guitar riff in the background

I choked laughing at this oh my god, fucking brilliant

Saved Me

Title: Saved Me
Summary: The new person on 221B sparks Sherlock’s interest from their first day and a friendship blooms that transforms Sherlock
Author: Maddy (@laterthantherabbit)
Words: 4150
Characters/Relationships: Sherlock x reader
Warnings: Mention of depression towards the end

Request: HELLO! i have a request if you’re intrested: sherlock xfem reader, where she’s a 22 year old girl from down the street , edgy and very spiritual (with pastel hair and some tattoos and stuff) and Sherlock somehow becomes interested in her and they become v good friends with strong feelings for each other (doesnt have to be romantic) and everyone else are just like “???” about sherlock’s new friend bc she’s so different from him, even Molly is jealous lol thanks i love your content😭💕 - anonymous

Author’s Notes: Honestly I wasn’t too sure what to do with this at first. I tried to make this a platonic and affectionate relationship but it may seem too lovey-dovey. I hope it’s still good though. Sherlock is really ooc too by the way but that’s just cause the reader brings that side of him out. It’s cute. Also I wasn’t sure what you meant by spiritual but edgy really inspired me so it may sway that way a bit more, though the reader is also sensitive. I really hope this lives up to your standards nonny, I really loved writing this!

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Sherlock and John had just finished chasing a murderer that morning and were walking back to 221B. Sherlock immediately saw that something was happening on the street due to the large moving truck parked directly in front of 221B. He had at first scowled, his mood darkening by the idea of having a commotion outside of his flat for the next few hours after a case however, when he saw you, his interest was spiked and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Not in an attracted way mind you, but rather a curious one. He had seen people who looked like you before, there were hundreds of people with coloured hair in London, twenty at least with some resemblance of the lavender shade you wore, however you were the first he had seen with the unique undercut shown so blatantly to the world. The nape of your hair had been shaved in a geometrical pattern, displayed to the world as you had had your hair styled in a messy bun on the crown of your head. Your singlet was loose fitting, allowing a peek of the bandages and progressing tattoo on your back to show as well as the sleeve on your right arm, which featured feathers leading up to a broken pocket watch on your shoulder, the feathers dripping with some pale substance. You were wearing denim shorts due to the unexpected heat of the London day, which showed some of your tattoo on your left thigh, a rabbit’s lower half, a waistcoat beginning to show on the rabbits torso, the entire image presumably surrounded by bleeding roses. The morbid images were peculiar and only furthered Sherlock’s curiosity of you.

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The Late Hour of Dawn (Part 1)

Originally posted by sherlockshamballa

Pairing: Bellamy X Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: mentions of self doubt, bullying, and a canon characters suicide. Lots of dark mentions but they don’t make up most of the story

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 3-


A thief by nature, its given you a bad reputation around the camp. To find some peace from always having to defend yourself you find the early hour of morning is the best time to do so. However the choice on place is outside of the camps perimeter, and Bellamy is surprisingly slow to fixing that.


You were at your best when you went unnoticed. On the Ark you’d never been good at the whole working together thing, more the slight of hand and run type. It earned a pretty bad reputation with everyone because, well, when you were caught the floors and walls and ceiling were filled with other people’s things. To be fair it was a collection that started generations ago, your parents and your father’s parents just as kleptic before them. But it was you who got caught, so it was only right that you took the fall. Given the excessive amount stolen and your reclusive nature it instigated you never wanted to earn anything and instead would steal at any time for any reason. The only sanctuary you could find from everyone’s judgement now was early in the morning, small bowl of fruits and nuts in your lap, staring off into the pale blue world.

Letting out a big yawn you caught someone’s attention, for the first time peeking a curious interest. Most would brush it off, too tired to investigate, but this person noticed it was outside of the compound, so they rounded to meet you.

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valkhedaluthor23  asked:

I asked for a prompt that's about a 'game night' with Kara, Lena, Alex & Maggie. I'd like to know if you could add or make another (if you can) with a 'Truth or Dare' or 'Spin the Bottle' game where Maggie dares Lena or Kara into kissing or doing stuff so when Alex & Maggie make their leave Kara & Lena can finish what they started. Kind of like the one with Clark seducing Lena with more Maggie/Lena, Kara/Maggie & Alex/Lena interactions. I'm so sorry if I'm asking too much. It's just an idea. 😅

^^Fun Fact; I have the same secret talent as Maggie :D


‘So it’s just the four of us again tonight?’ Maggie asked as her and Alex went to put the food in the kitchen.

‘Yep’ Alex replied as she balanced a tower of pizza boxes on her arm.

'So what’s going on between the two of them?’ Maggie questioned.

Alex just looked at her, a confused look on her face.

'Oh come on! You’re telling me you haven’t seen the way they act round each other?’ Maggie asked incredulously and nodded towards the sofa where Lena was twirling a strand of hair around a finger.

Alex shrugged, 'They’re just friends…’

Maggie tilted her head and gave Alex a pointed look.

'What..?’ Alex exclaimed.

'That’s lesbian activity Danvers…’ Maggie teased and smiled when Kara giggled loudly at something Lena said, 'case in point…’ she continued.

'Lena and Kara..? Is Lena gay?’ Alex questioned, 'I’ve been wondering about Kara… she always got too flustered around Cat… and she did tell me she wanted to date Lucy that one time…’

'Oh Lena is definitely gay’ Maggie said confidently as she grabbed two beers from the fridge.

'Quite confident there, aren’t you Sawyer?’ Alex grinned.

'The rolled up sleeves? The popped shirt collar? Total Power Lesbian.’ Maggie stated as she handed one of the beers to Alex.

'Hmmm’ Alex hummed as she turned towards the sofa and tilted her head in a move she had subconsciously picked up from Maggie, 'I’m still not sure I see it…’

'I bet they just need a little bit of a push…’ Maggie said thoughtfully.

'A bet? Wana make it interesting?’ Alex grinned.

'What did you have in mind?’ Maggie retorted, a gleam in her eye.

'Winners choice?’ Alex shrugged.

Lena glanced up from the sofa, barely managing to draw her eyes away from Kara, and spotted Alex and Maggie talking in hushed tones by the fridge.

'You two love birds going to join us?’ She called out with a raised eyebrow.

'When did you guys get here with food?!’ Kara exclaimed excitedly.

Alex rolled her eyes and picked up the potstickers, Maggie follow behind with the pizza and napkins.

'Oh I’m totally winning’ Maggie whispered to Alex as they walk towards the sofa.

'What makes you so sure’ Alex quizzed.

'We walked in with pizza and pot stickers ten minutes ago and Kara has been too engrossed with Lena to notice’ Maggie said with a smug smile.

They settled down to eat; Kara taking an entire pizza to herself. The conversation quickly turned to which game they should play.

'Not Monopoly!’ Maggie exclaimed, 'Lena totally thrashed us last time- I’ve never meet anyone so ruthless in my life!’

'Then I’m vetoing Clue, Detective’ Lena smirked.

An idea hit Maggie and she grinned triumphantly as she exclaimed 'we should play Truth or Dare!’ She was determined to win this bet.

Alex almost choked on her beer while Kara grinned, her cheeks full of pot stickers.

'How very… old school…’ Lena chucked, 'I’m in, let me grab another glass of wine.’

The game started off relatively tame, full of the usual questions and dares; what’s your secret talent? What’s your guilty pleasure? Sing something from Frozen!

This is how they discovered that Maggie could do ‘the worm’, Alex still had a Spice Girls album on her iPod and Kara, much to Lena’s amazement could sing, really sing!

Lena’s turn came up and Maggie dived in as quickly as she could; 'So Lena, truth or dare?’

'Truth’ Lena grinned and took a sip of her wine.

Maggie decided to go for it; she took a deep breath, a confidant smirk on her face and asked, 'Who was your first girlfriend?’

Lena arched an eyebrow in surprise. 'Veronica at boarding school’ she replied coyly.

Kara spluttered.

'Veronica… as in Veronica Sinclair? Roulette!?’ Kara asked in shock.

'The very same, obviously minus the snake tattoo…’ Lena laughed as she took in Kara’s surprised face.

Kara didn’t know what to say; she was aware there was a bit of a flirtatious nature to their relationship, but if Lena liked women… that changed things.

Maggie just cocked an eyebrow at Alex.

That doesn’t mean anything!’ Alex mouthed back.

‘I think it’s your turn Detective’ Lena stared at Maggie, an evil gleam in her eye.

‘Truth’ Maggie replied, retaining eye contact with Lena.

‘You ever used your handcuffs in the bedroom?’ Lena smirked.

Maggie just grinned and took a swig of her beer; the colour adorning Alex’s cheeks answering the question for her.

‘That’s an image I really didn’t need…’ Kara shook her head.

The very next moment Lena and Kara both reached for the final pot sticker, their fingertips brushing as they hovered over the plate.

'You have it’ Kara smiled shyly.

Alex hit Maggie repeatedly on the leg as she watched Kara relinquish the last pot sticker to Lena with a puppy dog smile, the pair of them not losing eye contact.

'You see it now?’ Maggie hissed.

'Kara just gave Lena the last pot sticker! Kara has never given me the last one!’ Alex whispered her eyes wide. 'Oh my god, they’re totally in love…’

'And you’re totally wearing that little red number I love when we get home…’ Maggie grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.

‘So how do we get them to… you know’ Alex said quietly as she mimed kissing with her hands.

‘Follow my lead Danvers’ Maggie chuckled as Lena and Kara remained oblivious to anyone outside their bubble, ‘pick dare’ she mouthed.

Maggie cleared her throat as Lena brushed a stray strand of hair out of Kara’s face.

‘I pick a dare’ Alex said, unable to unsee the little glances her sister and the CEO kept throwing at each other, or the way Kara’s hand remained on Lena’s knee.

‘I dare you to kiss me Danvers’ Maggie interjected quickly.

Alex giggled and leaned over to place a quick kiss onto Maggie’s lips, her eyebrows shot up when Maggie pulled her in for a passionate kiss. When they pulled away their gazes lingered on each other and Maggie bit her lip thinking of what she was planning to do to Alex when they got home. When they both came back down Kara was bouncing in her seat.

‘My turn!’ She squeaked, ‘Dare!’

‘Well it’s only fair that since Alex and I kissed, that you and Lena kiss… So…’ Maggie raised her eyebrow and looked pointedly from Kara to Lena.

‘Why does Maggie get to come up with all the dares!?’ Kara exclaimed, trying not to think about how her lips would feel against Lena’s.

‘Coz I’m the best Little Danvers’ Maggie grinned.

‘I don’t know if I should feel offended…’ Lena pouted.

‘pfft’ Kara splutted, ‘who wouldn’t want to kiss you!’

Maggie snorted.

‘Can… Can I kiss you?’ Kara asked suddenly nervous and not wanting to freak Lena out.

‘I can’t have you forfeit a dare now, can I?’ Lena flirted playfully.

Kara’s tongue darted out to wet her lips as she leaned in closer to Lena; she heard a spike in Lena’s heart rate the split second before their lips met.

Kara gently pressed their lips together and felt her stomach flip; Lena’s lips were softer than she ever could have imagined. Lena brought her hands up to cup Kara’s face as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slowly swiping over Kara’s bottom lip.

Kara moaned as Lena’s tongue slipped into her mouth.

Maggie nudged Alex and tilted her head towards the door, ‘we should leave them to work this all out…’ Maggie mouthed. Alex nodded and grabbed their coats as they slipped as quietly as they could out the door.

Finally Kara and Lena broke away from the kiss, their foreheads pressed together.

‘Wow’ Kara murmured.

‘Hmmmm’ Lena bit her lip.

They turned to face Alex and Maggie and found the sofa was empty.

Kara smiled at Lena and pressed the remote to switch on the TV, before snuggling down into Lena’s arms.

Meanwhile, Maggie and Alex walked down the stairs hand in hand in a comfortable silence.

‘So, err, the red lace number was it?’ Alex asked with a slight glint in her eyes.

Maggie just grinned and slid her hand into the back pocket of Alex’s jeans.

Set It Off - the story of trap!mork

If there’s one thing Mork Tuna knows how to do - it’s survive in these streets.

If you’re in some trouble, who ya gonna call? No, not the Ghostbusters bitch. Mork fucking Tuna.

If he doesn’t leave your ass on read receipt first.

~ the most action packed lit ass story of our generation…..based off this dream I just had about mork tuna with some drug money in the strip club. (gifs aint mine but the story sure is)

(I recommend playing Nicki Minaj’s Beez In The Trap for this shit)

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Kyle Spencer (requested)

HIii, so I know I’ve been really inactive lately, but I am still alive! This lovely person requested a Kyle Spencer imagine and I am here to fulfill your fangirl needs!

Also it was not specified, but i was feeling the fem! reader!

(a lil triggering for rape:: hope you enjoy!

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“Come one, Y/N! We– well you haven’t gone to a party in ages and everyone misses you!” Your boyfriend Kyle nagged to you as you combed through your hair. 

You had just gotten out of the shower after a long shift at work, and when you came back, your boyfriend was instantly on you that there was a party going on in three hours that was going to be “the best one yet”. Like they always claimed. But you were tired of parties, because it was dangerous there for any vulnerable person, because anyone could slip you drugs or force you to snort cocaine. Parties were all about peer pressure. And you just wanted to cuddle and watch Disney movies.

You shook your head and slipped your robe off, revealing your undergarments before you walked to your closet. “Kyle I don’t have anything to wear.”  

It was a lie, just recently you had went shopping and you had tons of new outfits to flaunt, but you just didn’t want to go. 

Kyle made a noise and walked over to your side, placing one hand on his hip and the other on your shoulder. “Baby, you have tons of clothes! I mean, look, this is new! Huh? I’ve never seen you wear this before. And it’s super sexy. I know how you’re all about body confidence.” 

You looked at the berry colored lace romper, with the plunging neckline and the exposed back. It was very sexy. So sexy that it had been sitting in your closet for a while now, since you never knew the proper time to wear it. Then you thought about it. If Kyle was suggesting you wearing it, he must have been okay with it, and you had one talent. Saying no.You were sure that you were able to turn down drinks from strangers and stray from the cocaine fanatics. Then your eyes came up to Kyles face and you sighed. It seemed the battle was won. You were going.You had lost this round. Kyle’s adorable begging face was the last and winning bullet.

Kyle sensed the change in your demeanor and let out a happy laugh, putting the hanger on the bed before coming and lifting you up. “Thank you, honey sweetie pie sugar. You know I hate walking into parties alone, I love you.” 

You tried but failed to hold back a grin as Kyle peppered kisses on your face and neck, and when he started to stay on the curve of your neck too long you giggled and pushed his chest. “I can’t wear the romper if you give me a hickey, sugar baby sweetie toots.” 

Kyle grinned and kissed you sweetly on the mouth. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Kyle.” You gave him one last peck before he let you down. “Now give me an hour and a half to get ready.” 

Kyle groaned playfully before nodding and then throwing himself on your bed. “You do you, baby. I love you with and without makeup. Do your thing, my sweet.” 

You grinned and walked over to your vanity as Kyle closed his eyes and laid back. 

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Three hours later you and Kyle were driving over to some unknown house and you were both in comfortable silence. You knew that music would be blasting like crazy at the party and you were glad to have even a moment of silence before your ears were ringing from the chaos. You smiled and rested your head on Kyle’s shoulder, as his hand slipped over onto your thigh. 

“You’ll protect me right Kyle?” You asked, your hand snaking onto your thigh before you started to play with his fingers.

“From what, baby doll?” He asked, turning his blinker to go right on. 

“From bug eyed cocaine addicts and horny single maniacs? You know, the people that make parties an unsafe place?” You intertwined your fingers with his and he squeezed your hand lightly as his thumb began to rub on your knuckles. 

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N. There’s always a danger anywhere we go, and I swear I’ll always protect you. No matter the situation; because you matter more to me than anything.”

You lifted your head off of his shoulder and gave him a kiss on his jaw, which he caved into, turning his head for a quick peck on the lips. When he turned back to the road he slowed down before parking behind a long line of cars. You quickly unlatched your seat belt, the music already pulsing through the seats of the car and climbed on top of Kyle’s lap.

“Listen Kyle. You’re so fucking sweet and I love you so much.” You said quickly, grabbing onto Kyle’s surprised face. 

He grinned and looked into your eyes, before his forced his head forward and you ducked your head to meet in a passionate kiss. Kyle’s hands landed on your hips and his fingers dug into the lacy material, before he pulled back, panting. 

“Okay, sexy baby doll, we gotta go before you get me hard. That outfits already got me all bothered.” Kyle’s eyes drifted to your exposed chest and he shifted uncomfortably. 

You giggled and opened the door, about to get out before Kyle pulled you back harshly. “And I love you too, Y/N.” 

When you were both heading to the entrance of the grand house you were slowly starting to regret your decision. There were loads of people so that even the lawn was full of drunken college kids, all laughing and throwing up and then passing out in that exact order. Paranoia was starting to bubble up. What if you drank so much you did something stupid and ended up going viral online? What if someone forced you to get high with them? To do heroine? To have a threesome? You were terrified. You hadn’t been to a party in ages, and it was like this was your first all over again. 

“Baby, smile a little bit. Remember me? Yeah? Kyle, sworn protector and the best boyfriend ever?” You looked from the entrance of the house to see that Kyle was facing you with a small worried smile on his face. 

“Yeah, no okay. Sorry babe, I was just-” 

“Worrying about bug eyed cocaine addicts and horny single maniacs. We can leave if you want, alright sugar bunny cutie?” 

You instantly shook your head, knowing that Kyle would be sad if he missed anything or if any of his friends and frat brothers got hurt. You forced on a smile and tugged at your curled hair. “It’s fine, bunny cutie sugar, let’s just have some fun.” 

Kyle grinned and grabbed your hand before starting to search for a familiar face.You spotted some people from your college and turned quickly before they could see you and kept yourself glued to Kyle until you two reached the kitchen of the grand home, where Kyle let out a holler and tugged himself out of your grip. You looked to see a group of Kyle’s frat brothers, who were all dressed the same, with frat t-shirts with popped collars and khakis. Kyle was wearing the same but you had convinced him that the popped collar was not in, and never would be. 

“Kyle, my man!” Steven Kurt yelled out, lifting his beer in the air and enveloping Kyle into a bro hug. “Just the man I wanted to see! Hey bro, you got any weed?” 

You stiffened as the question hit the air and Kyle coughed loudly before shaking his head. “Na, man. I brought Y/N around, man. You know she doesn’t like for me to sell anymore.” 

Steven and the gang all turned to you as you stood there with your back straight and a fake smile plastered on. Eyes were instantly raking your body up and down and all around as Kyle grabbed two beers from the fridge. 

When Steven was done eyeing you, he smiled and shook his head at Kyle’s hands, before grabbing a red solo cup that they had all been shrouding over, speed walking over to you so he reached you before Kyle. 

“Y/N, a special brew for a special lady.” He bowed slightly, staring you in the eyes all the while, a smirk on his face. 

You grabbed the cup reluctantly so you would not seem rude. Some part of you was hesitant because you didn’t know Steven all that well, but the other part of you that flashed pictures of Kyle’s face when he was begging you to come filled with disappointment made you shrug your shoulders. Steven was Kyle’s friend, and from what you knew pretty cool and he didn’t seem like the type of person to do anything bad.

You brought the cup to your lips and took a large gulp, causing the group of frats to cheer right before Kyle walked over with a worried look and the two beers. 

“What was in that, man?” Kyle yelled to Steven over the yells as you let out a whoop and shook your head from the horrible taste.

Steven shook his head and looked over to Kyle with a smirk as the boys crowded around you, guiding you to the dance floor. “Nothing man, just bourbon and coke.” 

Steven tried to follow but Kyle yanked at his arm. “No, what the fuck man, I know all about your ‘special brews’ and that’s my girlfriend asshole! What was in there?”

“Chill, man!” Steven shoved Kyle off of him and into the island before smirking even more. “You once said what’s yours is ours, right?” And then he sauntered out, leaving Kyle speechless and horrified. 

Half an hour later you were on the dance floor, feeling slightly dizzier than what a half cup of bourbon and coke should have made you feel. Multiple times when you went to the bathroom Kyle had walked over and insisted that you leave the party with him, but you always pushed him away, arguing that he was the reason you were there in the first place. “Lighten up!” You had yelled at him as you sat on the toilet and he sat facing the inside of the shower. “I’m not even drinking a lot, Kyle. I don’t want to get too drunk. Let me have some fun, please honey pot?” 

You eventually left him without an answer. 

But halfway through an incredibly bass-y song you were starting to sweat and lose focus of your eyesight, and you could feel bile swimming up your throat. You stumbled through the crowd, pushing with haste at a familiar boy with curly blond hair who caught you when you almost fell, running to the bathroom. You fell through a white door and fell onto a carpeted floor, throwing up your dinner and a brown substance. You fell to the side of it, as you felt footsteps coming nearer. You slowly regained your vision but your limbs were feeling incredibly numb.

“Aw, fuck Ross, she threw the shit up, what the fuck! You said it would work!” A voice that seemed far away as you tried to move. There was a loud thump and you felt body heat next to you on your vomit. 

“Ew! The fuck, man! It’s a different kind of shit, dick wad! It should still do the trick.”

“Well it better fucking work because I had to knock the shit out of Kyle so he would leave us for a few. He’ll be back, though, I promise. Now go and guard the door. I got a lot for this bitch, walking in wearing that damn outfit knowing that it would make someone horny. She was begging for this to happen.” 

You slowly started to come to your senses, and you tried your best to move, but your body seemed out of your control except for your fingers. There was shuffling and you opened your eyes, just as arms wrapped around you and placed you on something that your body sunk into. A bed that wasn’t yours, with a face above you that was not your boyfriends, slowly tugging at the hem of your romper.

“What the fuck? How do you take this shit off?” Steven, you recognized, was starting to get agitated as he began roughly tugging at the bottom of your romper, and you whimpered as the lace rubbed harshly on your skin as your shoulders began to gain feeling again.

“Steven,” You groaned out as the lace started to scratch too harshly at your skin, making you whimper in pain.

The tall brunette stopped tugging at your romper and shuddered in pleasure and ground his hips into yours, causing tears to prick your eyes. “Fuck, say my name again.” 

“Steven please stop!” You raised your voice the best you could, tears pricking your eyes. 

Steven stopped and growled, suddenly flipping you onto your back, where the button and zipper to your romper were. He started to work on them, ignoring the loud pounds on the wall that had started up. “Don’t cry, Y/N. I know you’ve wanted this for a long time. I see the way you laugh at my jokes, touch my arm, and look me up and down. You want me.” 

Tears began to run down your face at the horrible experience that you were about to go through, hoping that the feeling wouldn’t return to your bottom half. Then suddenly his fingers stopped and there was the sound of another zipper as he started to yank the shoulders of your romper down with one hand.

“HELP!” You gained the courage and energy suddenly, just as the door of the room was thrown open and Steven was suddenly fell to the floor suddenly from the force of you pushing up and the shock of the door banging open. 

He lay on the ground, dick out, just as a blond guy you recognized as Kyle, your boyfriend, ran forward and kicked him square in the side of the face. He yelled something you didn’t quite catch as you fell to the floor as well, your romper halfway down without a care, only the thought of escape on your mind. You dragged yourself with your arms as feeling regained to your thighs.

“What’s mine is mine, Steven. You sick ass bastard.” 

You glanced back quickly, sobs escaping your body, to see that Steven was knocked out cold, and Kyle was advancing at you quickly. You started to hyperventilate slightly, your breathing increasing as you tried to move your knees to get away quickly. 

“Baby, Y/N, it’s me.” Kyle sobbed out, placing his hand on your bare back. 

The touch made you cry harder as you let yourself fall back on the ground to escape his hands. There were loud sobs behind you as you silently cried into the carpet, letting your mouth open in a silent scream. “Y/N please, I’m so sorry I let him touch you. Baby, please it’s me Kyle.” 

The touch returned, this time warmer and calming, and you still sobbed, but did nothing when the fingers traveled to re-button and adjust your romper and close it up. 

The next parts were a blur, and you let yourself black out slightly, and the next thing you knew you were sober, dressed in night wear, and in your bed. You were still crying, but Kyle was sitting at the edge of your bed, scared to touch you, with his own tears climbing down his cheeks.

“K-kyle?” You asked, not meaning for the sobs to start back up. Kyle closed his eyes in pain as he saw the bruises lacing your thighs and the red marks on your shoulders. You hand’t even felt the squeezes that he had been doing on your legs. “Kyle, please just come hug me. I need a hug, bottle baby, please.” 

Kyle cried harder and crawled over to you, gently pulling you into his arms, placing kisses on your head softly. “I’m here, baby. Always, honey sugar. I love you, Y/N. I’m your protector, remember?” 

!!

Sorry it’s a bit rushed at the end.

Thanks for the request @thoughtfullyyoungduck !! Hope you enjoy!

Stood Up | Oh Sehun

GenreFluff

Highschool AU

Drabble (Drabble Game)

You should’ve expected it when he seemed unsure to ask you to the dance in the first place. And as a result of his indecisiveness, you were now alone wearing the dress your best friend had been looking forward to you wearing on the night of your spring formal. You didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s night by sulking about your date not showing up, so you’d excused yourself and had been sighing breaths of discontent in the slightly chilly atmosphere. ‘She had to go for sleeveless didn’t she?’ you thought to yourself as you rubbed up and down your arms to calm the goosebumps down. After a few moments of pure silence, you heard the huge gates of the buildings being pushed open from behind you. Figuring it was yet another couple deciding to take their affections elsewhere, you kept your eyes glued to the front.

You jumped out of your skin for a second when you felt the softness of a velvet jacket being placed across your shoulders. You knew who’s it was and you couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips at the unusual act of affection he’d shown you.

“Took you long enough, Oh Sehun” You jested, pulling the material closer to your body to compensate for the lost heat.

“Ooh, I know I’m in trouble when you say my whole name. And I didn’t know he’d be stupid enough to actually stand you up” He shook his head as he took a seat next to you, pulling you a little closer as he was now only left in his white button up. “That dress looks obnoxious, although it distracts me from the disaster on your face” He commented on the bright colours. He knew they weren’t exactly your forte.

“You can’t say much yourself, who the hell goes for velvet for a spring formal? Or anything?” You lightly dug your elbow into his side as he made a small gagging noise. The two of you weren’t exactly the best of friends but you didn’t hate each other. It was a little difficult to get him to open up and be comfortable with you but once you did, he wouldn’t shut the hell up when it was just the two of you.

“Admit it, I look hot in any suit. You’ve always had a thing for me in formal wear” He popped his collar, causing you to roll your eyes once more.

Your asshole personality both attracts me and repulses me at the same time” You sighed with your head leaning against his shoulder. You felt it vibrate as he chuckled in content; claiming it was all part of his charm. “Well this was a whole lot of money gone to waste” You scoffed looking down at the dress.

You were taken aback when he suddenly got up and pulled you up with him. He took out his phone and a pair of head phones from his pocket. Putting on songs from his ‘slow’ playlist, he handed one of the ear buds to you; guiding you to drape your arms around his neck as his snaked his around your waist to pull you closer. You knew what was going on, but you were at a loss of words at his actions.

He lightly swayed the two of you from side to side and you finally found some words to say. Your heart was beating out of your chest as your noses were practically brushing against each others. The tension was high, but that was also when the words started spilling.

“I’m not sure of what to say, so I’ll just let you know that-” You began in a whisper but you were instantly shushed by him.

“You’re going to have to shut up so I can kiss you now” He effectively shut you up as he slowly placed his fingers under your chin to hold you in his sharp gaze. He softly brushed his lips against yours as he gave you a little peck to tease you. Taking the initiative, you dragged your fingers down to the lapel and tugged him closer so you could deepen the second kiss. His hands slipped down the smooth curve of your sides to rest on your hips as he drew you in. Pulling away, he kept his forehead leant against yours.

“It’s an honour to be the person you had your first kiss with” He smirked, making a confused look flash across your face. “Oh I know, because that seemed like the kiss of an inexperienced person…” He chuckled, and you lightly pushed him away as you felt your cheeks burn.

“I’m so done with you” You mumbled as he drove you back to his chest.

“You wish you were…”He chuckled.


A/N: This drabble/mini scenario (#sorrynotsorry) was written for @chogi-yehet, I hope you like it <3

~Shazz xx

MASTERLIST

A Birthday In Color-- Daveed Diggs

Request!: N/a I just got an idea

Prompt: Soulmate AU! The one where you can only see black and white until you touch your soulmate

Paring: Daveed Diggs X Reader

TW: Cursing? Maybe?, Clipping. songs so yeah: cursing, drinking

WC: 1355

A/N- i came up with this a few months ago, but I never had time to write it. Well, after months of struggling to balance all of our requests I FINALLY GOT THIS DONE

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“Happy Birthday to you! You live in a zoo! You look like a monkey…. Aaaaaaaand you smell like one too!” Jaz sung as you closed the door to your apartment and dropped the shopping bags in the hall.

You rolled your eyes, “Really, Jazzy?”

“Hey, lighten up! It’s your birthday, and also I have a present for ya!” She raised and lowered her eyebrows. You gave her a smile.

The two of you currently sat in your living room, it was around five o’clock, and Jazz had joined you throughout the day for your birthday. After a day of massages and shopping you were surprisingly tired.

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OH MY ALL MY GORDON GEKKOS AND MY BERNIE MADOFFS I WANNA SEE YOU (POP YA WHITE COLLARS UP POP YA WHITE COLLARS UP) OFFSHORE ACCOUNTS TAX HAVENS SWIMMING POOLS MOVIE STARS (POP YA WHITE COLLARS UP POP YA WHITE COLLARS UP) EVERYBODY I WANNA SEE YOU UH UH UH UH YOU KNOW VERY RARELY IS GOOD ART BORN IN THE BOARD ROOM YOU REMEMBER THAT

Another One [a E2!Barry Allen imagine]

a/n: earth 2 barry’s an animal….


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Barry’s perfect green eyes stare at you, wide in shock. “Are you…are you sure?” he whispers, fixing his thin glasses on his face. You nod, biting your lip. “How long are you, sweetheart?” he asks in a giddy tone, kneeling in front of you. His blue bowtie hangs around his neck, white collar popped, gray sweater unbuttoned.

Grabbing his hands, you smile wide, placing them on your growing baby bump. His cheeks wrinkle, touching the thin frame of his spectacles. “A month. I wanted to tell you, but you had work, and the kids… I wasn’t sure if you even wanted another kid. I mean, christ, we have five already-”

His lips touch yours, drawing you into a deep kiss. One of his hands snake around you, pressing to the small of your back. “I’m gonna be a daddy…again.” he giggles, forehead resting on yours; you nod, laughing. “Can we tell the kids? Like, right now?” he pleads, scrunching his nose underneath his glasses. You hum, nodding again. “Okay. I’ll go rangle them up.” he jokes, pecking your lips.

As Barry does that, you head downstairs, chuckling at the loud stomps that surely belong to your husband. Abby and Jace are already in the living room, playing Uno. You try not to snort, noticing the bored expression on the fifteen year old’s face. “Hey mom.” he says in a monotone voice, tossing a card on the pile. “Blue… Abby, this is torture!” he bellows, pulling his orange hoodie. The girl frowns, legging covered butt touching her heels.

“Mom… dad’s freaking me and Luca out….” Sara grumbles, climbing down the steps, brother following after her. You sigh, motioning for all of them to get on the couch. Grabbing Abby, Luca plops down next to Jace, tank top riding up. “What is this about?” the nine year old huffs, brushing her light brown locks out of her eyes.

Barry smiles, holding Nico in his arms, nodding for you to say the news. Swallowing, you toy with the hem of your gray t-shirt, a grin teasing your lips. “Well, guys, it looks like, um-”

“Your mother is pregnant! We’re gonna have another kid!” Barry cuts you off, squealing, bouncing Nico. You blink at him, frowning. “Sorry, sorry. I got excited. Sorry, sweetheart.” he apologizes, kissing your cheek.

Jace and Luca’s mouths hang open, eyes wide; the girls squeal, much like their father, clapping. “Another?” Luca questions, running a hand through his blond hair, whistling. “Geez, dad, you’re an animal.” Jace snickers with his brother, fist bumping him. Barry blushes, fingers curling around Nico’s Winnie The Pooh shirt.

Abby gasps, “Is it a boy or a girl?” Sara mutters a little ‘yeah’.

Shrugging, you turn to your husband. “I’m not sure yet.”

“I’m betting on a boy!” Luca declares, frowning when Jace snorts. “Wanna make a bet? Dad, what do you think?”

Barry gulps, peering at Nico. “Why am I always in the middle?”