#drunk jenga challenge

[dragonfly0808]

Crazy thing they do when drunk

Bloom loses her 1 braincell and is constantly trying to do dumb shit including flipping off tables in roller skates, set a game of jenga on fire and a lot more.

Helia matches everyone’s energy while drunk so if he’s allowed anywhere near Bloom it’s double chaos.

Timmy is spewing conspiracy theory after conspiracy theory and it’s a sight to behold really.

Flora is dancing on tables and just feeling herself and challenging everyone to dance offs.

And those 4 are the main ones that really can go off the rails when drunk.

[jjaann1]

Raise Your Glass: Fun and Creative Virtual Drinking Game Ideas

In recent times, the concept of socializing and having fun has taken a virtual turn. Whether you're enjoying a cozy night at home or connecting with friends remotely, virtual drinking games have become the go-to solution for adding excitement and camaraderie to your at-home drinking experience. These games offer a unique premise that brings people together, no matter the physical distance. So, grab your favorite drink, raise your glass, and get ready to explore a world of fun and creativity!

Power Hour Challenge: The Power Hour Challenge is a classic drinking game that can easily be adapted to a virtual setting. The premise is simple: participants take a shot of their chosen beverage every minute for an entire hour. To make it more interactive, create a shared playlist of one-minute song clips and take turns playing DJ. When the song changes, it's time to take your shot! This game is sure to get everyone in a lively mood and test their endurance.

Mixology Masterclass: Turn your virtual gathering into a mixology masterclass by challenging each participant to create a unique cocktail using the ingredients they have at home. Share recipes, tips, and techniques as everyone prepares their drinks. Then, take turns presenting your creations, explaining the inspiration behind them, and sharing a virtual cheers. It's a great way to showcase your mixology skills and discover new favorite concoctions.

Trivia and Shots: Put your knowledge to the test with a virtual trivia and shots game. Create a trivia quiz with various categories and questions, and assign a specific drink or shot for each incorrect answer. Participants can take turns asking the questions, and the loser of each round takes their assigned drink. Not only will you challenge your intellect, but you'll also discover interesting facts and enjoy some friendly competition.

Never Have I Ever: Never Have I Ever is a popular party game that can be easily adapted to a virtual setting. Each participant takes turns saying something they have never done, starting the statement with "Never have I ever." If someone in the group has done that particular thing, they take a drink. The game continues with each person sharing new statements, leading to revealing and entertaining conversations.

Online Beer Pong: Beer pong is a beloved party game that can be recreated virtually. Set up a video call with multiple participants and arrange cups on each player's side. Each player takes turns throwing a ping pong ball into their opponent's cups. When a ball lands in a cup, the opponent drinks the contents of that cup. It's a fantastic way to bring the thrill of beer pong to your virtual hangouts.

Drunk Drawing Challenge: Unleash your artistic skills with a drunk drawing challenge. Assign a theme or object to draw, and each participant must create their masterpiece while enjoying their drink. As the game progresses, the artistic ability may be compromised, leading to hilarious and entertaining results. Share your creations at the end and vote for the most amusing artwork.

Online Dice Games: Dice games are versatile and can be adapted to virtual platforms. One popular choice is "Dice Roll and Drink." Each player rolls a virtual dice, and depending on the outcome, they take a predetermined number of sips or shots. Another option is "Left Center Right," where virtual dice determine the direction of drink passing. These games are easy to understand, fast-paced, and add a touch of unpredictability to your virtual party.

Drunk Jenga: Adapt the classic Jenga game to a drinking version. Write drinking rules or challenges on each Jenga block before building the tower. When a player pulls a block, they must follow the rule or complete the challenge. This game adds an element of suspense

[mediocre-daydreams]

pov: your camera roll if you were an avenger (chaotic ed.)

when this picture was taken, tony and bucky still had animosity between them. steve had the "genius" idea to host game night to boost team morale and strengthen friendships or whatnot. in short, tony and bucky got in a fight while playing candyland and were put into time out together.

when nat proclaimed a girl's night. you and yelena were expecting face masks and gossip; instead, nat took you to a vineyard where you all got hammered. yelena was complaining, but she cheered up instantly after getting the number of the pretty girl working up front.

tony had just ordered an iron man themed electric toothbrush only to have it go missing two days later. the poor man had accused a total of six SHIELD agents of petty crime before he ransacked the entire tower. turns out, morgan had taken it.

bruce had invited dr. strange to his lab to study the mirror dimension using quantum physics analysis. tony was conveniently hosting a backyard barbeque and strange was confronted by his greatest weakness: hot sauce. once he started eating his spicy wings, tony quickly got him drunk and he never ended up returning to the lab.

after fighting extraterrestrial creatures that had escaped from asgard, thor suggested getting a snack. instead of destroying a shwarma restaurant like last time, tony ordered takeout. a lot of takeout. they had leftovers for three days.

yelena wasn't the best cook, and after all the leftovers had been eaten, she ended up having to make her own meals. you took this picture after the two of you had managed to turn off the smoke alarm. (she burned her chef boyardee pasta.)

wong had challenged wanda to a game of jenga—with a twist. instead of removing blocks with their hands, they had to use their magic. the two of them got so competitive that they ended up playing until 3AM. the game only stopped when wanda fell asleep and fell onto the table, knocking the tower over altogether.

strange and wong had gone out to go shopping for their new apprentice's birthday gift when bruce had flagged them down. banner had begged them to let him investigate their emporium, which they reluctantly agreed to. it was better than hours of quantum physics equations in the lab.

shang-chi had recently set up a room in the tower but was still traveling between his personal apartment and the avenger's residence. you didn't understand why until he'd invited you to his apartment, where you met his hyperactive dog. yelena wasn't the biggest fan of dogs.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

moodboard made by me (i do not own any of these images)

taglist: (comment to be added)

@yourallihave @im-a-slut-for-fluff @bambamwolf87

masterlist | marvel masterlist

[youngbloodslut]

celebrity crush | 2/??

a/n: the first interview is mostly based off of dove cameron and ava max’s interviews with popbuzz

summary: actress! reader somehow manages to bring up her crush on calum hood in every interview

pairing(s): calum hood x reader, platonic! reader x tom holland

warning(s): swearing? slight mentions of kinks

“She’s at it again mate,” Ashton smirked as he carried his laptop over to Calum who was sat on the sofa. He flipped open the computer and hit play on y/n y/l/n’s newest interview.

“C’mon, I don’t wanna-” Calum rubbed his hand over is face and shook his head.

Ashton ignored him and turned up the volume to drown out his protest. “Shhh.. watch.”

“Hey guys, I’m y/n y/l/n and this is the Pop Buzz Tower of Truth.” You spoke as the title popped up on screen.

“I think I’m gonna end up tipping it before I can even get one block out,” You said as you tried to carefully pull of a wooden block. 

“That will never work,” Calum heard a voice from off camera say and recognized it as Tom Holland. He tried not to frown as you laughed and mocked him.

“Y’know what, we’re leaving that one.” You laughed, leaving the original block alone and easily pulling out another block.

“There we go. Okay, what was the last movie or tv show that make you cry? Dead Poets Society. I love Dead Poets Society so much and Tom had never seen it so we watched it after finishing yesterdays interviews.” You placed the block on top of the tower. “And he cried.”

The camera crew laughed as Tom shouted a, “Hey!”

“Tell us one thing about you that we don’t know. Um, this is hard because I’m always saying stuff that I shouldn’t be. Um, I’m an Oxford comma worshiper.” You said, unsure whether or not that’s interesting enough.

“Oxford comma?” A crew member behind the camera questioned.

“Yeah, y’know, the comma that comes before ‘and’ when making a list. I hate that people don’t use it because then I get all confused. Like if I were to write ‘Lizzie, Tom, and Robert are going to the party’ and I don’t add a comma before ‘and’ then it seems like Tom and Robert would be arriving at the party together. But some people who don’t use the Oxford comma could mean that all three people were showing up separately so I never know. Y’know what I mean?”

The camera crew were all silent after her rant and Calum chuckled a bit to himself. He thought it was cute that you were so passionate about the smallest things. Ashton looked over to him as Calum admired you through the screen. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew Calum secretly liked how much you talked about him.

“No,” Tom responded honestly

“Ugh,” You rolled your eyes dramatically and looked into the camera, “See, these are the type of guys you got to look out for: Un-grammarly men.” You joked.

“Un-grammarly isn’t a thing.” Tom laughed.

“Well if it were a thing, you’d be one.” You fired back at Tom.

“Anyway, who is your favorite artist right now? Um, probably Wallows, I love them and their music.”

“I was really expecting Calum Hood to be honest.” Tom shouted from across the room.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I just forgot about him like that. I love you Calum Hood. I love 5sos.” You held up your hands into a heart shape and moved your hands from side to side. 

You then dropped them and grabbed another block. “Sorry, I keep forgetting that people are actually going to see these interviews. Like, he could literally see this. Dude, I hope he doesn’t.” You paused, “Oh god, do you think he knows about my crush on him?” You had been mentioning him for years and it had never once occurred to you that he could actually see these. 

Calum laughed at the irony of the situation. Here he was watching a video of you saying you hoped he’d never see said video.

“This is humiliating.” You mumbled though you didn’t seem to actually care, “Who was your first celebrity crush? Oh uh, definitely Andrew Garfield. I remember when I first watched the Social Network and I was like obsessed. My friend and I both watched it over 10 times within like two months. And then would continuously make Mark Zuckerberg jokes. But of course, Calum Hood now owns my heart.” You put the block on top of the tower. “I’m actually doing really good, I thought I’d knock it down by now.”

“Describe in detail the worst date you’ve ever been on. Okay so I was like fifteen right, and, well I’m not even sure if this counts as a date. I think he considered it a date so I guess it was but basically we were in the car, he was sixteen so he could drive. We were in the drive through, we had already ordered, and he started feeling around in is pockets and I was like oh god, cause I knew what was about to happen. He was like, ‘oh no i think i lost my wallet’, and I was like its fine I’ll pay. I really didn’t mind. I ended up paying, we got our drinks and without missing a beat, we hadn’t even pulled out of the drive through, he was like’oh here’s my wallet.’ I really didn’t mind paying for my coffee, I wouldn’t mind paying for both of our coffees. But him going out of his way to lie, and then not even lie well, was so irritating.” She placed the block on the top and picked up a new one.

“What is the most useless idem you’ve ever purchased? Um, I bought a seven foot giraffe while I saw drunk once.” The block was added to the top, the tower now taller than you. “He’s in my living room if you wanted to know.”

You grabbed the next block carelessly, immediately regretting it when the tower fell behind you, “Oh shit, well I guess we’re done then.” You said nonchalantly, looking at the blocks on the floor. “I don’t think I’ll be playing this again anytime soon. Love you guys,” You held up your hands, “Love you Calum Hood.” You winked before the outro began to play.

“She must really love you, Cal.” Ashton poked Calum’s cheek annoyingly, “She’s got no shame.”

Calum wouldn’t admit it, but as soon as he got home he looked you up again. He clicked on the same video Ashton showed him and scrolled through the comments. 

y/nscalumhoodkink: MOMOMOMOMOMOM

datemey/n: Queen of Jenga

ashtonfletchersbitch: Y/N LITERALLY IS ME

5esohes: no because y/n y/l/n and calum hood together is my kink

noemptywalletshere: not only does y/n own this fandom, but my ass too

He couldn’t help but laugh at the comments no matter how interesting they were. But something in the back of his head kept yelling at him. She doesn’t acting like you. Shes just likes your music, nothing more. He sighed and clicked out of the video and was about the close his laptop when his cursor handed on a video. 

Y/n Y/l/n foaming at the mouth while talking about Calum Hood for 5 minutes straight.

He clicked on it a little too quickly and waited for it too load. 

“Calum Hood choke me challenge.” You stuck out your tongue and threw up a peace sign with an innocent look plastered on here face. 

“Bro imagine if Calum Hood saw this?” “Oh he would definitely fall for you after this video”

The third thing to pop up was a tweet from 2015 just saying: #marrymecalumhood

“Calum Hood send me hand pics. This is a demand, not a request.”

Calum continued to watch the entire video. Normally, the thirsty comments would have made him uncomfortable, but them coming from you made his heart race and cheeks flush.

God, what was happening to him?

[burnedbyshoto]

the countdown

— A reflection on what New Years mean and a New Years kiss.

⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆

pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: fluff, 2020 year rant kinda idk man

word count: 1,679

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble, but I don’t know how to shut the fuck up at all. I made It as short as I possibly could, took 5 rewrites. so, take this huzzah. check out the rest of the collab here!

⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆⋄⋆⊹⋄⋆

New Year’s Eve.

It’s a day of endings, a time of reflection, recollection, and remembering.

Time is a finicky thing, convoluted and twisted in ways that people often spend a lifetime trying to understand but can only come to the conclusion that time is memories.

New Year’s Eve is the time to think about what you did in these past three hundred sixty-six days.

Did you have any New Years’ resolutions this year?

Most people are basic, routine, repetitive. It makes sense that the thing most people wish for every year is to make more money, to lose their hated weight, to become more confident, sexier, and to travel the world. Everyone wants some form of weird self-love because we are humans, and humans are so desperately craving to find happiness in life, taking it day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.

Happiness is weird too.

Happiness is a mixture of chemicals in your brain that controls whether you feel normal or not.

Serotonin, dopamine, endorphins.

A terrific trio that the world always sought to have.

It’s not so easy to have all three; humans are made so weirdly after all. Too many chemical imbalances, receptors, and creators not perfect, and sometimes it’s not even that. It can just be the way the sun shines just too brightly through the cloudy skies, and suddenly that trio is gone.

So, humans consume.

We consume and consume and consume.

This year more than most.

Social interactions are needed to be human, many of us found out this year. You may love four people with all your heart, but going a near entire year with just four people when you’re used to so much more can be challenging, strenuous, exhausting.

But we remember the good things that made us happy this year.

We remember the way that the cold air whipped across our bare faces and the way that huddling up with your friends makes you both warm and cold. Reminisce in the way that the sun shines in deep rich purples and pinks as it breaks through the horizon, a simple, powerful portrait for your eyes only because art will never be seen the same by people who look.

We remember the terrible things this year too. The days were you were an asshole, a jerk, a bitch. How you whined and groaned about nothing. How you were mean for nothing. How you lied and cheated and stole. Admitting to it is one thing, but being able to look back on it is another thing.

You’re human; you have to remind yourself, part of being human is making mistakes. We humans are full of errors from our basic biology, so when you make them, recognize them, and make an effort to be better.

Perfection is not what you should seek, but the betterment of yourself and to others.

We remember the sad, too. Bowed heads as we count the ones we lost this year, tears streaming down your face because they died and because you didn’t get that promotion that you worked tirelessly on. Failure is something we all know of; we all experience it, in the many different shapes it comes in, and yet we are still so easily embarrassed by it.

Failure is okay. You can’t be better or grow to be better without failing once, twice, how many times it takes.

But it is New Year’s Eve, so we try not to think about the latter two; we celebrate the future of a new beginning, not the meaning of the past year.

We celebrate because we humans are selfish, loud, demanding.

We scream to the heavens on this day because fuck the world, we made it to another year, and for that, we demand a celebration.

You know this; you always have.

New Year’s Eve is yet another disgusting, selfish holiday, but you don’t mind it.

You want to be selfish.

You want to see your friends and family on the last day of the year and into the new one and groan loudly when someone exclaims that: ‘wow, y/n, I haven’t seen you in a whole year! Don’t hug me; I haven’t showered since last year!’

It’s stupid to be selfish in this way, but it weirdly comforts you. A weird promise that you might not be doing all too bad in this world, in your life. 

But right now, you’re exhausted, so terribly exhausted, you can’t even fight to keep your eyes open.

It’s dark outside. The moon is shining brightly in the vast wide sky, stars barely visible with the city pollution and the great light of the rock in the sky. It’s not a white New Years’ Eve, not this year in Japan at least (a kid with some stupid crazy quirk had actually managed to ban snow for six weeks). In the woods is a house that is large, bright, and warm. There isn’t much going on in the house from the distance, but the closer you near it, the louder the voices become, the more abundant it becomes that there are over twenty loud, near annoying adults who are playing a million drinking games.

Aoyama is hanging on the ceiling, demonstrating how he can get his laser beam to swirl around him like glass art as he spins.

Mina breaks dances on the pool table because someone told her to “break it,” and she might be a bit too drunk to realize what she was doing was not what was asked. Kirishima and Kaminari are stumbling against each other, laughing as they cheer her on, their eyes crossing as they watch the pink girl send ball after ball unintentionally into the holes.

Tsuyu is not surprisingly winning a game of beer pong against Iida. They’re only allowed to use their quirks for this game, and her tongue is better suited for this than Iida’s pipes.

Uraraka is still doing a kegstand, her early proclamations of how her zero-gravity training has made her the keg stand champion seem to be entirely accurate.

Ojiro is currently trying to find a word that rhymes with tail for the Kings Cup game he is playing with Shoji, Tokoyami, Dark Shadow, and Mineta. They’re undoubtedly the drunkest of them all, this is the seventh round of the binge drinking game, and all five of them have yet to tap out.

Kouda is begging Midoriya and Bakugou to stop taking shots as they both pulled the ‘take seven shots’ Jenga piece on the Drunk Jenga set for the third time. They’ve played as a team after being assigned as ‘mates’ in Kings Cup two hours ago. Poor Kouda is not set out to handle these assholes and having a drunk, instigating Sero as his own teammate is not helping in the slightest.

There’s a boom in the kitchen that rattles the windows. Still, no one even flinches as Sato, Hagakure, and Jirou stumble out of the kitchen, their blushes basically radiating light onto the walls as cake mix drench their bodies. Hagakure screams out for their uncaring old class to hear that sonic waves do not cook cake mix.

Momo, who is sitting in a rocking chair, sips her drink smoothly. It’s her eleventh bottle, and the creation quirk holder is barely tipsy; her metabolism was untouched.

And Shouto?

Well, that was easy.

He’s sitting on one of the lover’s seat, his body as upright as he could be, your body flushed to his side as you sleep. Shouto is drinking his own mixed drink that was prepared for him by you, still cool in his right hand. He’s warm, content, and at peace even with the chaos going on behind him. It was normal.

Shouto shifts his gaze over to your sleeping face, his chest warming pleasantly at the sight of your squished cheek and small puffing breathes. How you got so exhausted today was beyond him, he did warn you that daring everyone to start drinking the instant everyone woke up today was going to backfire, and it seems he was correct.

His hand reached for your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheek softly, the warmth of your flesh nipping as his colder fingers. You sighed contently in your sleep.

Chuckling, Shouto rested his head against yours, his heart speeding up quickly when you buried your face even further into his neck. Small smacks of your lips raising goosebumps as you spoke of your content even in your sleep.

By god, did he love you.

“Alright, everyone, please make your way over to the living room! We have one minute till the New Year!” Momo yells above the group's noise, and somehow everyone hears her and makes their way over.

“Aw! Look at y/n-chan! Knocked out like a baby!” Mina coos delightfully, her lips in a pout and her eyes shining brightly as she stumbles onto the armrest by you.

Shouto debates whether he should tell Mina to back off or to agree with her, but it’s far too late for him to decide when numbers begin flashing on the screen.

“FIVE!”

Shouto feels you stirring, your head lifting off his shoulder and your bleary eyes gazing into his. You look tired, sleepy, drunk, and oh so confused.

“Wha’s goin’ on?” you slur to Shouto, voice thick and husky.

“FOUR!”

“Looks like you woke up just in time,” Shouto comments, his fingers swiping at your face, fixing up the slightly ruined makeup. “It’s the countdown.”

“THREE!”

“Oh, good,” you sigh, your arms softly wrapping around Shouto as if he was made of clouds. Shouto laughs at the delirium still trapped in your eyes. “I made it.”

“TWO!”

“Thank you for making this year wonderful,” Shouto sincerely states, his hand setting down his drink and wrapping around your waist, pulling you toward him.

“ONE!”

“Thank you for loving me,” you cheekily sigh, and with the one still painted on the wall, Shouto pushed forward, kissing your chapped, sticky lips as the year ended and the new one began.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

“I’ll always love you.”

[starrierknight-main]

Truth Under Moonlight

A/N: This is my post for @im-a-writer-right  ‘s 2k Writing Challenge! Also, there’s a section of dialogue that I take absolutely no credit for - it’s from Rick and Morty. I just thought it seemed cool and weirdly appropriate. Also yes, I’m fully aware of how pretentious it all sounds, BuT hE’s SiRiUs BLacK aNd I cAn’T heLp MySeLf :D. Anyway,,, I hope you enjoy!

Click here for part 2!

5. “You’re drunk.” “I’m not drunk.” “Then what are you?” “...I’m not dead, right?”

Pairing; Sirius x Reader

Word count; 3,207

Warnings; fluff, swearing, underage drinking, alludes to ongoing verbal abuse, hurt/comfort, A N G S T, pining, dialogue heavy

⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

It’s easier to watch rather than to act. To observe and have thoughts, but not to do anything with them, and certainly not to share them. Sure, it hurt sometimes. But in the end, sharing any of those thoughts had gotten you laughed at. You swore never to feel that way again. So you kept to your quiet life, preferring it to shield you, even if it was only for a while.

There were a million and one things you thought about that you wouldn’t share, and he was one of them. Sirius Black would forever be someone who would have a place in your heart and mind, but he would never have to know. You weren’t sure what would happen to you if he did.

You were dragged from the depths of these thoughts as Lily bumped your shoulder, rudely reminding you that you were at the breakfast table and that class was going to start soon.

“We’d better get going,” she announced to the group over the pile of toast Peter and James were using as Jenga blocks.

Sirius slung an arm around Peter, who gasped and knocked over the tower onto Remus.

“I hate all of you, you know that, right?” Remus glared at them, brushing the crumbs off his robes as he stood up.

“Even me?” Sirius pouted, batting his eyelashes at him and giving a simper usually only reserved for concerned mothers.

“Especially you.”

“Oh, how you wound me so!” he gasped dramatically, putting a hand on his forehead as if he were about to faint and almost knocking you over as he lost his balance.

“You’re a right prat,” you laughed as he steadied himself, slinging an arm over your shoulder as he walked with you to class.

“But you don’t hate me, right?”

“No, I don’t,” you smiled, watching his face break out into a grin that ruined the ‘bad boy’ image he had so carefully curated.

“I knew you were my favourite for a reason,” he said, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek and opening the door to Transfiguration for you.

You hurried to your seat, trying to ignore the heat that climbed up your neck as you took out your textbook and hid behind the cover.  You busied yourself with studying the diagrams on the faded paper, ignoring the feeling of eyes on you, pretending to be avidly interested in turning a tortoise into a teapot.

But as fascinating as learning how to turn reptiles into a tea set was, the feeling of being watched persisted and you couldn’t concentrate. You had read one line over and over for the last two minutes so that at this point, you could recite it. You took a chance and glanced up.

Immediately you were met with the silver gaze that you were so accustomed to and immediately your heart clenched in your chest. Warmth flooded your face and you felt foolish for looking back at him. He was completely unabashed at being caught staring. On the contrary, he might have been able to fool you if you hadn’t noticed the blush dusted over his cheeks or the almost shy smile he gave you. What was going on?

McGonagall strode into the class, slamming the door shut behind her and wrapping her wand on the blackboard as the lesson objectives appeared. James nudged Sirius, and he played off his smile as a smirk before facing the front of the class.

It was needless to say that although you were seated in the Transfiguration class, your mind was somewhere else.

--------

You had had enough. As you marched your way up to the boys’ dormitory, you decided you couldn’t take it anymore. You were going to tell him how you felt or let it eat you up.

You pushed the door open, scanning the room and frowned when you couldn’t see him. “Where’s Sirius?” 

You watched the occupants exchange nervous looks.

“We don’t know,” Remus finally answered.

“You’re full of shit,” you said, eyes narrowed. “Accio Marauders Map!”

The map pulled itself out from the back James’ jeans, and he made a wild attempt to grab it mid-air as it zoomed to you. You caught it, mumbling the magic words as you unfurled the worn parchment and watched the ink walls of the castle form. Even after years, you still had no idea how they made it. You spotted Sirius’ dot at the top of the Astronomy Tower. You cursed.

Throwing the map to Peter who was watching you as if enthralled by your discomfort, you opened the trunk at the end of James’ bed, tossing out clothes, books, and a spare Snitch he had trapped in a sock.

“Hey! Do you mind?” he said, snatching his possessions off the floor and making to stuff them back into the trunk.

You paid no mind to him, continuing to search.

“Bottom left, under the knitted sweater,” Remus said helpfully, ignoring the look James threw at him as he continued to read his book.

Finally finding what you were looking for, you pulled a small glass vial filled with a cloudy orange liquid from a set and stowed it away. Dusting off your knees, you pointed your wand at the mess of James’ things on the floor, and instantly all the books slotted themselves by all the folded clothes, neatly contained in the trunk.

You made to leave the room, Peter still gawping at you, but stopped when you heard your name.

“Y/N, I don’t think there’s anything you can do to help,” James said, throwing the buzzing sock that contained the Snitch into his trunk and giving you a sympathetic look.

“Watch me,” you huffed over your shoulder, before closing the door and making your way to the Astronomy Tower.

--------

The night was cold and cruel tonight, your warm breath hanging in the air as you climbed the stairs. Your footsteps echoed off the stone walls, reminding you not to get stuck in your head. You were here to help Sirius if you could. Screw your original plan.

Stepping onto the roof, the cool air rushed to meet you and steal your warmth. The stars seemed to sparkle and you felt your heart ache behind your rib cage. Sirius was leaning back on his hands, his legs dangling through the railing. Beside him was a bottle of firewhiskey that had most of its contents drained. He looked sad and defeated; not like the Sirius you knew at all.

You walked towards him, and he heard, whipping his head around. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve, stumbling to get on his feet to meet you.

You rushed over to him, steadying him with your arm so he wouldn’t overbalance. It was probably unnecessary, but your mind convinced you that although there were railings, it was an awfully sheer drop. Your heart, however, knew it was just an excuse to be near him.

“You’re drunk,” you sighed, helping him sit down and taking your place next to him.

“I’m not drunk,” he mumbled, leaning his shoulder against yours and tipping your balance slightly.

“Then what are you?” you laughed lightly, letting him loop an arm around your waist and ignoring the rushing noise in your ears.

He paused, seeming to genuinely think over your question. “...I’m not dead, right?”

“You’re not dead,” you confirmed, watching him carefully.

His black curls were messier than normal and you guessed he had run a hand through them several times. His movements were clumsy and uncalculated, and his gaze seemed foggy as if the world he was seeing was blurred. You supposed in his state it would be.

He made a move towards the firewhiskey, and you stopped his hand with your own. He sent you a tired look as you dug the little glass bottle you had taken earlier from your pocket. You held it out to him, his fingers brushing yours as he took it from your hand and a jolt of electricity went up your arm. He didn’t notice.

“What is this?” he rasped after finishing the potion in one gulp.

“Something to clear your head. It should help with your hangover tomorrow, too,” you said, watching as a bat flew overhead.

“M’ feeling weird now,” he mumbled, scrunching up his eyes and resting his head on your shoulder.

“You’ll feel better soon,” you reassured him, wincing as the bat you had been previously watching got snatched from the air by an owl.

“I hope so,” he whispered, and you had a feeling that he was talking more than just about the potion.

You watched the sky fade from navy blue to black, the stars shining brighter and the crescent moon in the sky lighting the dark grounds around you. You wouldn’t have thought you would be here. Sirius’ whole self had changed in a matter of hours; he was so different from how he was at breakfast.

You absentmindedly traced your finger over the crack in the stone you were sitting on, unaware of him watching you. He lifted his head off your shoulder, which caught your attention.

“Why are you here?” he said, looking at you. You noticed his expression seemed clearer, his eyes were more focused, albeit a little red.

“Because I care more than I probably should,” you said after a while. “Why are you here?”

“I got a letter from my mother today,” Sirius sighed, twirling the empty vial in his hands.

You frowned. “You seemed alright at breakfast, though.”

He glanced up at the sky, the moonlight bouncing off the high points of his face. “Archimedes - my family’s owl - brought it after classes. A new style of her’s. It would’ve been better if it was a Howler, I think,” he laughed humourlessly.

But what could be worse than a Howler? you thought. Every student dreaded the little red envelope that screamed with a thousand voices and burst into flames. How could you not?

You must have given him a strange look because shook his head slightly.

“It would’ve been better to get a Howler at breakfast than a normal letter alone. At least then I would’ve had a reason to laugh it off. But there’s just something about her fucking perfect cursive telling me to burn in the deepest pit of hell that hits different, I suppose,” he said, his voice laced with pain.

“Your mother is full of shit,” you said defiantly.

“But Y/N... She’s not the only one who sends letters. Others have too, and they all boil down to the same thing. What if they have a point?” he asked weakly.

“Then they’re all full of shit!” you said loudly, and he huffed a laugh. “They couldn’t be more wrong.”

He shook his head, looking up to the sky again as he bit back tear that threatened to fall. “How can you say that?”

“Because, Sirius, if there was ever a man I knew who deserved to go to heaven, it’s you,” you told him, not meaning for the words to sound as tender as they did.

You both let them settle in the air, as you inspected the horizon where you could see the faint soft yellow glow from the lights in Hogsmeade. Your palms were sweaty, you guessed from saying a sentence with such weight so casually, and they steamed the glass bottle of firewhiskey as you brought it to your lips.

The alcohol seemed to burn feeling back into you and suddenly nothing seemed quite as daunting anymore, even if the effects were only temporary. You allowed yourself another drink.

“I thought you were against drinking firewhiskey,” Sirius chuckled, sending you a small smile as you put the bottle down.

“That’s what drinking firewhiskey is - a pointless bid for control. You want to take the one bit of life that you truly think is yours, and you want to protect it from a universe that takes whatever it wants,” you said, leaning into his side a little.

“Since when were you so wise?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Since when were you so reckless?”

“I always have been.”

“And so have I.”

“Touché,” he smiled,” So what are you reckless about then?”

You. “I love someone who will never feel the same.”

“That’s awfully poetic of you.”

“What can I say? I’m a poetic drunk,” you said, rubbing your hands on your legs to try and spark some warmth back into them with the friction.

Sirius wondered for a moment who would be lucky enough to be loved by you and not know it. He knew your pain too well, although he would never admit it. And yet, a wave of acidic jealousy coursed through him and corroded his better nature. He gave into curiosity.

“What are they like?”

You took a moment to study his face. You could tell him. Now was the time.

“He’s the smartest person I know, although he’d never admit to it. He’s headstrong and downright reckless sometimes-,” you saw something like hope glimmer in Sirius’ eyes,”-and he’s funny in a way you rarely see. He’s also so kind, but not to himself.”

“He sounds perfect for you,” Sirius whispered, grey eyes never leaving your Y/E/C ones.

“Not quite,” you smiled wistfully, looking out to the Forbidden Forrest’s towering black trees,” He’s remorseless to those he hates, and it’s scary. He’s never been great with emotions, often falling back onto drinking. He’s hurt people in an effort to stop hurting, but it doesn’t work, and it doesn’t stop. He gets let down because of it. I love him, but I hate him for that.”

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked after a beat of silence.

Your heart was thrumming away beneath your ribs. Had you said too much? “Sure.”

“Will you ever tell him how you feel?”

“No,” you breathed, watching his face flicker between emotions and landing on one you didn’t recognise.

“Then you’re depriving him just as much as yourself,” he said quietly, not meeting your eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“What if the thing that you were saying before... the universe! What if the universe is taking you away from him?” he said, a note of desperation colouring his voice.

You laughed sadly. “The universe has taken his freedom away from him; not me.”

“How can you know that?” he said, somehow making his gaze magnetic or at least impossible to desert.

“Because freedom isn’t a gift, it’s something you take for yourself. And right now, Sirius, you aren’t free,” you voiced, watching his lips part in shock.

“Me?” he whispered.

“You.”

He took the hand closest to your and interlaced your fingers. You wondered if he could hear your heartbeat ringing in your ears. He chanced a glance at you, dragging his eyes away from your joined hands, his chest fluttering when you brushed your thumb over his knuckles.

“For how long?”

“Too long.”

“Y/N, please,” he said, the desperation making itself more apparent this time.

You finally looked at him, your breath hitching. You had never seen someone suit moonlight as well as he did, his grey eyes looking at you softly. Pleadingly, almost.

“Four years,” you said, watching his face fall.

He dropped your hand and cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb tracing the outline of your features. His eyes were burning into yours, and neither of you could believe it. That you were both here and that you both felt the same. What you didn’t expect, were tears. Pearly tears had pooled in his eyes and were sliding down his cheeks. You made to brush them away, but he found another way to remedy it.

Sirius leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Your hands shook as you carded them through his hair, bringing him as close as you could. The space between you exploded, losing yourself in the way you made each other feel. His hands wandered from your face to your waist, pulling you closer still. You tasted of firewhiskey, but that wasn’t why his heart was burning. One kiss and you were so impossibly addicted to how right and how safe and how beautiful he made you feel. You knew that you would follow him to the ends of the earth, never being able to love someone as fiercely as you loved him.

And Sirius found it hard to believe you had loved him for so long, realising that it all felt so much more real when you were with him. So he poured it into your kiss in hopes you would understand how much he cared and how sorry he was that he had to leave.

Eventually, you both pulled away, your lungs screaming for air. He pressed your foreheads together and you could feel his brow was furrowed as it rested against yours. Your breath was fanning his lips lightly, but he couldn’t let himself get lost in the moment. He found himself wanting to stay, knowing that he had little time. He had to make this quick and he had to make this worth it. He owed you that. So he pulled away from you.

He was supposed to be smiling or laughing, but he wasn’t. He looked at you and you could tell by the way his grey eyes shimmered with apology. And you didn’t understand what for. You should have been elated that you finally had each other.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, taking your hands and brushing a kiss to them, before standing up.

“Sirius, I don’t understand. What did I do?” you pleaded, joining him as he was slowly making his way to the stairs. You stopped in your tracks. “Do you regret it?”

He froze, briefly looking over his shoulder. “Yes.”

You ran in front of him, taking his face in your hand as you searched his face for a lie you wished to be there. But he wasn’t lying, and it broke you.

Your arms fell to your sides. You didn’t feel cold, you felt numb. And it was by far so much worse. The midnight noises around you - the crickets chirping, the occasional hoot from an owl - felt strange and muffled, as if you were underwater. Unfortunately, the next words he spoke reached you clearly.

“You have to forgive me, but you’re right,” he said ever so gently.

“I’m not right! I’m definitely not right!” you said urgently, your heart in your mouth as you tried to convince him.

His mind was made up.

“But you are. I don’t deserve you and I can’t possibly treat you right if I’m not free. But I will be, and I will come back,” Sirius said, and you watched him leave, his steps echo along with his words.

So you stood there on the top of the Astronomy Tower, your mind racing and your body senseless. The moonlight seemed dull and the cold didn’t bother you. Nothing was how it should have been. He had left you, and somewhere, the universe was laughing at you once again. It couldn’t possibly all be real, and yet nothing felt more so. Why couldn’t you just have a happy ending?

Thoughts on a post Azkaban part 2?

Tagged as promised: @screennamealreadyused @lumoscharlie @lana-isabelle

Permanent Taglist: @putflowersinmyhair-callmepretty @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon @dragonologist-in-the-making @allwaswell-imagines @omgrachwrites @screaming123 @emmaloo21 @angelinathebook @haphazardhufflepuff @slytherinquill @wreckofawriter @poseidonsdaughter8

Comment to be added!

[fandomscombine]

No, Not Like This (George Weasley x Reader)

I am rewatching New Girl yea and the episode of S2x15. You know the one with the ICONIC Nick and Jess 1st  Kiss?

Yup, now enjoy it as George Weasley x Reader! With guest appearances of Fred, Lee, Angelina & Alicia. *wink wink*

WC:1673

Read [Part 2]

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

>>JOIN MY WRITING CHALLENGE!<<

It’s the night before Christmas break and your friends are ever so kind to throw a small party. They let kinda bad as they were all off to spend the holiday at their homes while you spend the next 3 weeks in Hogwarts. You weren’t that sad though, sure your parents were off to spend their 20th wedding anniversary and you are going to celebrate the holidays alone-well there are a couple of 2nd and 5th year students, none you are close with, stuck at Hogwarts too.- but you didn’t really mind cause there is something about Hogwarts during the holidays that makes it more magical.

Your friends are literally the sweetest bunch you’ve ever meat and wouldn’t have any other. Which lead to now, sitting in a circle for a game of Truth or Dare Exploding Jenga. It works like every other Jenga game, the goal it to pull out a piece without it falling and place said piece on the top. The twist is that there is either a truth or a dare written on the piece in which the player who took it must follow, if the player doesn’t accept to do said truth or dare within the 30 seconds, the tower of Jenga would explode and cover the player with brown mystery slime.

‘CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!’ You all chorused, while Lee Jordan drowns his 5th shot of firewhiskey.

‘And time.’ Alicia pauses the stopwatch. ‘Just under 20 seconds!’

‘A new record!’ chimed Fred.

Lee looked to his left. ‘Alright Angelina, you’re up next. See if you could beat that!’

Angelina raises a brow at him. ‘You do know that each turn has a different dare, right? Or are you too drunk to remember?’

‘NOPE not just drunnkkk’ He slurred.

‘Truth.’ Angelina reads ‘Who is the most attractive person among the group?’

She places the block carefully on the top. ‘EASY. ALICIA’ She states casually. Sitting back down and not breaking eye contact with the now very red Alicia across from her.

‘Now that would be hard to beat.’ Fred stands and takes a block from one of the lower levels, leaving a middle piece. The tower sways a little.

‘Oi, you piece of shit, I’m next!’ You scream. ‘Why’d you have to take that one!’

‘Player’s choice. y/n/n, player’s choice.’ Reading his block, he chuckled. ‘Oh, Georgie this is gonna be good.’

George now curious asks, ‘well then what is it?’

Fred puffed up his chest, ‘Dare: Sit on the lap of the player on your left for one round.’

Everyone laughed including you, though not George through, it seemed like he was fuming.

Then it clicked. Wait a minute. You’re next!

Not that you mind though, it is just a game, and Fred is one of your best friends. You just wished that it was another twin that was in his position.

‘Alright Freddie bring it in.’ Patting your thighs. ‘You’ll always have a seat with me’ you teased.

‘Opfff! Oi boy be gentle!’ Fred had just dropped his weight on you.

‘Sorry.’ He muffled into your neck.

Your embrace position with Fred proved to make it difficult to reach for the tower. ‘Heyya Freddie, do you mind?’

He looks up at you, then the tower and back. ‘No can do amiga, rules are rules. And the dare says I have to stay seated.’

‘Ugh you prick.’ Sticking your tongue out at him. Rules are rules, yet there were none stating that the use of wands is not allowed.

‘HEyyyy! No cheating’ shouted Angelina.

‘There are no rules against using wands!’

‘Dammit….She’s right.’

‘Thank you, George.’

You read the levitating block in front of you. ‘Dare: Snog the player across from you for at least 20 seconds.’

‘Now that’s what I call a dare’ exclaimed Alicia.

Placing the block on top with the help of your wand, who glanced down to see who was across from you. OH OH.

As if he had read your thoughts. Fred sang ‘Ohh lala’ He left your lap. ‘Georgie, Georgie, Georgie! You lucky man!’ he teased.

‘Oh now you decide you release me?’

You make your way to George with the chanting of ‘KISS! KISS! KISS!’ seem like background noised against your nerves. Sure, it’s just a game, but you were given the opportunity of a lifetime to kiss you crush that happens to also be your best friend who you no doubt thinks of you just as that- a friend.

You held your hand out to George and pulled him right up. ‘So…uh…you good?’

He lets out a nervous breath ‘yea..yea’

‘Don’t worry, I’m nervous too.’ You admitted. ‘Let’s just suck it up and French a little.’

‘Okay fine but don’t say “Let’s just suck it up and French a little.”’ You can see him fidget a little. ‘Let’s just do it, No big deal.’ He mutters- more to himself.

‘Yea no big deal.’ You echoed though boy did you wish it would mean something. You tried to keep a serious face on and manage the blush that has no doubt covered all over your face. All that resolve though came crashing down when you saw what he was doing. ‘Why are you licking your lips?’

‘Should I not? Do you want dry lips?’

‘NO!’

‘Then I’m just licking them to make them better.’ He reasoned.

‘okay fine’

‘fine’

‘just kiss me, we’re running out of time!’

You could faintly here your friends counting down from 10….9….8..

‘yea, but first-‘

‘GOSH WEASLEY! YOU’VE KISSED OTHER GIRLS BEFORE! JUST KISS ME ALREADY!’

‘NO, NOT LIKE THIS!’ He bursts. ‘Not like this.’

‘What?’ Mouth opened; you were caught off guard. ‘What does that mean?’

‘Ahhh no , nothing , I… I…’

BOOM.

The Jenga tower explodes, magically covering only you with slime- as if was you who failed to complete your dare.

The explosion seems to bring George back into his body. ‘I’m sorry y/n…I…I gotta go’ And with that he ran out the common room.

It felt like a slap in the face. Did he not want to kiss you? Yea it was a game….but… What did he mean by ‘No, not like this’.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the retching of Lee on the carpet.

‘Oh Disgusting’ Fred helps him up from the floor. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up buddy.’

He looks up at you. ‘Hey I’m sorry the party had to end this way, And I’m even more sorry for my idiot brother.’

‘Nah, it’s fine Fred. Thank you though.’ You place a hand on his arm. ‘Hope you have a great Christmas.’

Fred’s eyes go wide and facepalms himself. ‘Crap I almost forgot, and such horrible timing too. But I owled mom earlier today and she says that you are welcomed to stay over at the Burrow for the holidays.’

‘Really?!?’

‘Yea, We didn’t want you to spend the holidays alone-‘

‘We?’

‘Uh George and I’ He gives you a weak smile. ‘So, are you in?’

‘Heck yea!’ You hugged him tightly. ‘Thank you.’

When you part, he holds onto your arms a second longer. ‘Just don’t mind my idiotic brother okay? He genuinely cares for you, talk to him okay? It’s not like him to chicken out.’

You nod.

Next to you Alicia appears with wash cloths.

‘Come on y/n let’s get you upstairs and cleaned up.’

‘So…Angelina huh?’ you tease.

‘oh shut up!’

~

‘Damn it!’ You cursed. It was 2 am and everyone is asleep. You had finally finished your last-minute packing when you realized that your wand is missing. So here you were, tearing the common room apart.

You rummaged under the couch ‘It has got to be somewhere here. Where are you, you damn magic stick?’ You remembered last using your wand near the couch. But it must have rolled away due to all the chaos.

‘Looking for this?’

‘AHH!’ Startled by the voice, you banged your head on one of the arms.

You look up and see the one and only George Weasley.

‘Yea, thanks.’ Grabbing your wand from him.

The awkward tension between you too is palpable.

You turn to head back up to bed. But George’s hand on your arm stops you.

‘y/n… I’m sorry about earlier.’

‘It’s alright..’ You had considered to ask about what he meant by ‘No, not like this’ his words still had you guessing, you had to know. ‘Um George…’

‘yea?’

‘Fred told me about you guys asking Molly if I could come with and spend the holidays with you. Thanks for that’.

You chickened out, you chickened out! You couldn’t believe it, but your rational self pointed out you can’t risk it being more awkward with George especially when you’ll be spending the next several weeks with him and his family. IN HIS HOUSE. WITH 24 HOUR CONTACT.

George merely nodded. His eyes were moving around a lot. Signs that you knew he was thinking about something- that or he was genuinely tired and is kindly trying to stay awake for you- it is currently 2am.

Concluding that it was due to exhaustion, you bid him good night.

You were midway up the steps when you once again stopped by a hand.

‘Wha—’ Though this time you weren’t greeted by his word but rather of his soft lips.

George Weasley is kissing you! George Weasley is kissing you!

After the initial shock, you reacted and kissed him back with equal passion. The moment didn’t break, even when you felt your back hit the wall. All you could concentrate on was George’s lips on yours and his hands on your waist while yours are tangled in his red hair.

Pulling apart to catch your breath, foreheads touching and his eyes that seem to see into your soul. What he said next, put a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach that won’t be leaving soon.

‘I meant something like that. I didn’t wanna kiss you because of a game. I want to kiss you because you mean something to me’

~

Read [Part 2]

Part 2?? Anyone? When they spend Christmas in the burrow? Lol just a thought.

Taglist for this fic ‘No, Not like this’: @stopicouldvedroppedmykwusant​ @l0ttadreamz​

Taglist [All/General]: @gruffle1​

[thepointoftheneedle]

Happy New Year!

I wrote a little New Year’s Eve one shot.  It’s below the cut or you can read it on AO3 here.  (I’ve started a collection of short pieces just to keep things tidy.) I hope you are all able to celebrate safely and I wish you a healthy and happy 2021.

It was obvious that the party was going off the rails as soon as Archie started lining up shots along the whole length of the marble counter top.  He called Reggie out and Reggie never backed down from a challenge to his machismo so they both worked their way along the little bullets of stupid until, breathless and belly laughing, they slid to the floor, their eyes swivelling in their dumb skulls like cartoon coyotes that had just been smashed over the head with an Acme anvil.  It was nine fifteen. Betty had wondered if Veronica would be mad about it but she seemed in the mood for some chaos as she set up two more lines of glasses opposite each other on the counter and challenged Cheryl who had never met an unnecessary drama she didn’t like.  

Betty had drunk a very pleasant glass of good champagne and had been contemplating having a couple more before midnight.  She’d never been a big drinker so for her that was cutting loose.  It had been, to put it crudely, a shit-show of a year and she was glad to see the back of it.  At the last New Year’s party she had been showing off a dazzling engagement ring, about to start the job that she had been expensively and laboriously trained for and she and her intended had signed the lease on a cute and well appointed apartment in Sunset Park which everyone said was the up and coming neighbourhood. The world had been unfolding for her like a flower.  Then the frost had come and scorched the petals with its chill. This year she was single, her job sometimes felt like it was eating her up and that cute apartment burned through every cent of her pay check now she had to make the rent alone.  It was possible that she was the saddest girl in a cocktail dress on the whole island of Manhattan, she was certainly the soberest person at the party.

An hour later the shots were completely out of hand and Betty had only just prevented Ethel from throwing up into the piano.  Moose made some half hearted effort to restore order, offering glasses of water, trying to start a game of Charades, but Kevin was in too mischievous a mood for his efforts to bear any fruit and instead they were embarking on Drunk Jenga, the rules of which seemed to be that you took a shot whenever you removed a block and then another when you placed it on top of the stack.  She imagined you took a shot if the tower fell but she didn’t stick around to find out.  She sidled over to where the Pol Roger was stacked, neglected,  in its very own champagne refrigerator and helped herself while everyone else was supporting the economy of Mexico by the prodigious consumption of Patron Silver.

She took her recharged glass to the window and looked out at the snowy expanse of Central Park far below.  It looked like the idealised interior of a snow globe, the air glassy and still and a huge yellow moon surveying its domain.  Betty remembered walking through the park with Trev last Christmas, bundled in a thick coat and scarf.  They’d held hands inside one of his mittens. They’d made snow angels.  They’d skated at the Wollman Rink and drunk hot chocolate afterwards.  Her life had been a cover image from a romance novel. This year she had spent Christmas being patronised by Polly’s constant offers of introductions to a succession of Jason’s frat brothers and golfing buddies.  Eventually she’d pointed out that if she’d wanted some obstructionist, bigoted blowhard she could have found one herself, without Polly’s oh so sympathetic intervention.  Polly cried and Betty apologised but she still wasn’t going to go on a date with a junior vice president of acquisitions even if he did have a weekend place in Connecticut.  She wouldn’t tolerate being paraded in front of prospective suitors like a prize dairy cow at the county show, not by Veronica and certainly not by her sister.

As she reminisced she became aware of Archie and Veronica deep in conversation in the corner of the room.  “We have a teeny emergenshy,” Veronica said, her hand on Archie’s forearm.  Veronica was never less than perfectly composed but that slur at the end of her word and the ramped up sincerity gave her away to her best friend. She was sozzled. “Only two bottles of Patron left and then the cupboard is bare. I may have over-ordered on the fizz and neglected the tequila.”

Archie nodded, taking the situation as seriously as his wife.  Then some kind of light dawned on his handsome face.  “We’ll get the magic doorman to get us some.  He’ll be on duty now.  I’ll go slip him a fifty and he’ll take care of it.”  He turned to reach for his wallet and promptly fell on his face. It was ten to eleven and all was decidedly not well.

Betty went over to help Archie off the rug.  He grinned even though his nose was bloody. “Ronnie, Betty’s all sober and sensible.  She can go talk to the wizard.  Here Betty, here’s fifty for a tip and Ronnie’ll give you her credit card for the booze.  Okay?  Shit I’m bleeding… still it’s not a party til something gets broke.”

V was looking at her imploringly now.  Somewhere there was the sound of glass smashing and Monroe’s attempt to do chin ups on the kitchen doorframe seemed to be bringing plaster down on the floor.  Betty would rather be almost anywhere than right here so she nodded at her friend.  "What do you need V?”

V explained that the building’s night doorman was a kind of fixer.  When Tom in 204 had forgotten his wife’s birthday Jones had got him a gluten free chiffon cake iced with her name at two thirty on a Thursday morning along with a bouquet of out of season narcissuses....narcissi? When the little boy in 116 had told his mama at midnight that he needed a George Washington costume for school the next day the night doorman had sourced it, complete with powdered wig, before the little tyke had finished his cheerios.  When V had realised an hour before her 5.15 a.m. flight to Miami that she had completely forgotten her niece’s confirmation gift he had sourced a personalised Catholic Bible bound in white leather which he handed to her as she got into her cab.  “He’s a miracle worker B.  Just tell him we need a case…no two cases of Patron Silver before midnight.  Give him the fifty but tell him I’ll make it a hundred if he can fix it by eleven thirty. OK?”

“Sure.  On my way.”  

She travelled down in the elevator imagining the doorman.  He’d be some old guy in a uniform with gold braid on the chest. He probably knew all the residents and their dogs by name and had one of those old timey extended families so that he could reach out to Cousin Ike for last minute birthday cakes or get his nephew’s wife to sew a costume at no notice.  She needed a fixer herself since her life seemed so broken.  She wondered what he could do for a lonely woman who was trying to work out if getting a cat was too much of an admission that she had given up.

As she stepped out into the lobby she was slightly taken aback by the mismatch between her expectations and reality.  He was behind the reception desk, dark head bowed over a laptop, no braid in evidence, no grey whiskers or paunch, just this dark, poetic looking guy in a black sweater.  She approached the desk and he looked up at her, fingers still flying over the keys without him needing to glance down.  He seemed to reach a natural pause, closed the lid of the laptop and smiled politely.  “Yes ma’am, how can I help?”  His eyes were blue.  They seemed to look through her probably thinking she was just another rich girl bringing him problems.  He must get that a lot.

“Yeah, hi, I’m a guest of Mr and Mrs Lodge Andrews up in the penthouse.  They’re having a little New Year's Eve party and they’re running low on liquor.  They wondered if you could source them a couple of cases of…”

“Patron Silver?  Yes ma’am, of course.  Who should I charge it to?”  She had no idea how he could have known what she was going to ask for.  It made her want to say that they wanted Stolichnaya or absinthe or something, just to surprise him but she’d been sent for Patron and Patron she would get.

“Oh, yes, I have a credit card.” She handed it over,  “and Mr Andrews said to give you this for the trouble.”  She passed him the fifty, embarrassed.

“No incentive to get it here before the coaches turn into pumpkins?” he asked, eyebrow raised.  She thought he was making fun of her but she couldn’t be sure.  

“Oh yes, that’s right.  Veronica said another $50 if it’s here by eleven thirty.”

“Okay ma’am.  I’ll buzz up when it’s here.  If that’s all.”

“Oh please don’t call me ma’am.  I’m Betty.”

“I’m Jones... Jughead. Nickname. Long dull story.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly wondering why she was still standing in front of his desk.

“Look, it’s a little crazy up there.  Would it be okay if I just stay down here for a minute? Just say if it’s inconvenient. I don’t want to disturb you if you’re busy.” She didn’t think she could bear to be the responsible adult at Veronica’s party for a moment longer. Here it was quiet and no one needed her to hold back their hair while they were getting sick.

“Busy getting hold of twelve bottles of good tequila on New Year's Eve but that’s all.  I just need to make a call.  Excuse me.”  He stood and walked away from the desk, his back turned to her.  It was a good back.  He was wearing the black sweater over grey slacks with a key chain hanging from one of his belt loops.  He had broad shoulders but his neck was fine, not thick and meaty like the guys who needed to lift weights to manufacture some self esteem. He was slim at the waist and the hips, long legs, tall.  The hair was the USP though, dark waves of it tumbling freely as he dragged long fingers through it, waiting for someone to pick up his call.  Finally he yelled “Hey Toni.  Yeah, two cases of Patron Silver asap.  Yeah, I’d noticed that but mark it up. Can Sweetpea drop it over?  Yeah right now.  Hey, ask him to get me a burger on the way too.”  He turned and looked at Betty with a questioning look and she shrugged and nodded, “Two, make it two.  Ok, thanks Toni.  Yeah you too.  See you Sunday.”

He ended the call and made his way back to the desk.  “My pal Toni runs a bar,” he explained with a grin. 

“Veronica says you’re magic, a wizard,” she told him.

“Nothing occult about it.  I’m just observant, that’s all.”

“Seems magical to produce a George Washington costume overnight,” she countered.  

“Oh well, that was a lucky break.  My sister’s a textile artist.  A struggling one.  I gave her the brief and she knocked up the costume in a few hours.  Now all the upper east side mommies have her business card and she can afford to buy materials and pay her rent.  She had to pull an all nighter but it paid off pretty big in the end.”

“Birthday cake?  Out of season flowers?” 

“The husband’s kind of a dick.  He forgot last year too. They had a fight about it in this very lobby so I wrote down the date and got ready to save his bacon.  If he’d remembered the date I’d have had cake for my breakfast and sent my sister a bunch of flowers.  As it was I made a couple hundred bucks.”

Betty was laughing now at the smug look on his face.  “So you could have reminded him beforehand?”

“Could have, but maybe the expense’ll help him remember next time.  Anyway if the doorman knows more about your wife than you do it might be time to review your priorities.”

“Ok but what about the Bible?  That seems pretty miraculous.”

“Actually it’s kind of the opposite. The kid’s confirmation name is Maria. Hardly original.  My buddy Joaquin’s little sister was confirmed a few months ago.  Her confirmation name’s Maria.  She hadn’t made a whole lot of use of the Bible.  Your pal paid me three hundred, Joaquin’s kid sister got two hundred in her college fund.”

“Seems like the side hustles are more remunerative than the pay check,” Betty observed.

“It’s all a side hustle.  I’m a writer.  This job’s kept me supplied with characters and plot lines and given me eight hours of mostly uninterrupted writing time.”

Betty flushed pink and jumped up from the corner of the desk where she had been leaning.  “Oh I’m so sorry. Here I am wasting your time.  I’ll be on my way.”

“No, wait,” he reached out and put his hand on her arm.  It tingled.  “I didn’t mean it like that.  This is research.  Maybe I’ll put you in my next book.  The sad girl in a party frock who’d rather be in the lobby than with her friends at a party being kissed for New Year.”

“There’s no-one to kiss up there,” she confessed with a sad smile and then, without having any idea why, she said “I broke up with my fiancé last February.”

“Aha,” he said.  “There’s the plot.  Tell me.”

“He’s great.  A really good guy.  Kind, loyal, handsome.  Everything I should have wanted. Any girl would be lucky to have him. I think I broke his heart.”

“Why?”

“We started to plan the wedding and I wanted to run away.  I couldn’t bear to think about it.  Then one day I found myself imagining what I’d do if something bad happened that prevented it, like if he got sick or if I was in a car accident or something.  It was pretty clear that I couldn’t go through with it if I preferred the idea of one of us being in a coma to the idea of my wedding day.”

“Cold feet?”

“Oh freezing but it wasn’t just nerves.  When I imagined being married to him I couldn’t see myself, I was just a blank. It was… I don’t know how to say it…like I was finished.  I’d never be anything more than I was, never change or grow or struggle.  It was all too easy.  No grit in the oyster.  I know it’s crazy.”

“You didn’t say it was you not him did you?  You didn’t do that to him?” He was smiling at her, sympathising not mocking.

She blushed.  “I did.  All the clichés.  How could I explain?  I don’t even understand it myself.”

“I understand it.  You want to find out who you can be and he couldn’t give you that.  He was happy with who you were, didn’t want you to change.  He was probably scared of losing you. Anyone would be.” He looked at her with an intensity that made her nervous so she tried to change the subject.  

“A writer then?  What do you write?”

“Mostly mystery stories.  Magazines and online so far but I’ve just got a publisher for the novel.  I’m going to quit this next year.  What do you do?”

“I’m a psychologist.  I work with kids who are in trouble.  Try to get them back on track.  I love it but it’s hard sometimes.  I hear things that it’s tough to leave at the office.”

“You need to take care of you first.  You can’t save someone if you aren’t safe yourself. ”

“Writer or life coach?” she smiled.

He chuckled.  “Sorry.  I’m not good at small talk.  I get too intense too fast and freak people out.  Oh hey, cometh the man, cometh the tequila.”  

A tall guy in a leather jacket was pulling boxes out of the back of a truck that he’d illegally bumped up the curb outside..  He looked a little scary.  Once he was in the lobby she saw that he had a snake tattooed on his neck.  He fist bumped Jughead and then pulled him into a side hug. “Hey man.  Happy new year and all that. Hey,” he said, noticing Betty for the first time. 

“Hey.  Thanks so much for bringing it over. There’s a whole apartment full of drunk idiots upstairs just waiting to make themselves sick on it. Oh!” He turned back to Betty, aghast at what he’d said. “Sorry Betty.”

“You’ll not get an argument from me.  That’s why I’m down here talking to you.”

Neck tattoo laughed and held out his hand “Sweetpea.  Pleasure doing business with you.”  He turned back to Jughead,  “So I have to get back, I’m supposed to be on the door at the Wyrm.  See you Sunday?”

“Burgers?” Jug reminded him and his friend nodded, trotting back to the truck to grab a take out bag and toss it back to Jughead who snatched it from the air like a dolphin snatching a fish at Seaworld.

Betty buzzed up to the penthouse to get one of the assembled jocks to come and collect two cases of tequila and bring down a bottle of Pol Roger and the promised fifty dollars. It was eleven twenty four.  Ten minutes later she was sitting on the reception desk eating a burger, washing it down with $200 champagne.  “This is the best New Year's Eve I’ve ever had,” she grinned, a little disinhibited by the bubbles.  

“Weren’t you engaged last year?”

“This is much better.  I was pretending last year.  Now I’m just being me.”

“I always find that works better.  The not pretending bit. Especially not with someone you can love.”

She certainly wasn’t pretending at eleven fifty nine when she reached out to him and he took her in his arms and kissed her softly as cheers and yells rang out from the parties all over the city and fireworks exploded high above the park, casting confetti of coloured lights across the marble lobby. 

As the kiss ended she looked up into his blue eyes, wondering if it was the champagne that was making her blurry and relaxed or if it was him.  She thought she’d have to keep on kissing him to know for sure.  He really was a fixer though.  Her heart felt lighter, hopeful.

He grinned.  “Spectacular as that was, this is probably the most surveilled lobby in the city.  Can we schedule the repeat for when I’m not actually on the clock?”  He gestured at the security cameras covering every inch of the space and she blushed to think that somewhere there was taped evidence of her trying to seduce the sexy doorman.

“Can I stay here and talk to you some more if I promise not to touch?”

“I wish you would.  I get off at six and I know a great diner for breakfast.  We can tell people our first date was breakfast.  They’ll be scandalised.” She couldn’t hold back at the mention of the first date, of them telling people about it, so she kissed him on the cheek before retreating back to the edge of the desk with her hands up.

They talked about her work, his writing, they compiled an ultimate New Year's Eve playlist and top tens of movies and books.  She found herself distracted by the fullness of his lips, the expressiveness of his face, the heaviness of the locks of hair that fell forward over his eyes only to be pushed back impatiently.  They agreed on almost nothing and that was exactly how she liked it.  When she crept up to the penthouse at five thirty to collect her coat and change her party shoes for snow boots, she was met with a scene of devastation.  Prostrate bodies sprawled on every flat surface.  The two cases of tequila sat unopened in the kitchen, clearly surplus to requirements by the time they had been manifested.  She picked her way through the carnage and found the coat closet where Archie had put her things when she’d arrived the night before.  Opening the door she noticed the cases of liquor stacked inside, three unopened boxes of Patron among them.  She realised that Jug wasn’t the only fixer in the building.  She made sure to lean over her sleeping friend to place a kiss on her forehead before she let herself out, locking the door behind her.

[everybodyscupoftea]

drunk in love

jj x reader

word count: 2136

warnings: lots of drinking and not really responsibly (some underage but mostly of age); cursing (as usual); weed and smoking

synopsis: a headcanon thing where jj is your long time drinking buddy but with feelings

a/n: please drink responsibly friends

The first time you met was at a house party thrown by one of your new coworkers freshman year. You’d heard of the infamous JJ and his wild tendencies, but you’d never seen them or even him in person.

That is until you were sitting on the couch with another girl you knew and he dropped into the empty spot next to you, promptly spilling his full beer all over your leg and the couch. He slurred out, “Oh fuck, my b,” more to the couch than you.

The second time you met JJ was when you were the only one brave enough to take on the cement mixer with him. Four shot glasses, two with Baileys and two with lime juice, sat on the counter in front you. The group of people standing in the kitchen counted you down and the two of you quickly shot both and started shaking your heads quickly, allowing them to mix.

JJ accidentally spilled some down his chin but you swallowed no problem, resulting in cheers erupting all over the kitchen. You heard one of your friends scream, “Noob!” at him while wrapping you in a victorious hug.

He held a hand out for you to shake, “I yield to the superior drinker.”

The third time you met him was when your flip-pong team wiped the floor with his. You shook your head at him as he pouted, “Absolute fucking amateurs.”

He scoffed, “Your ass got carried through that game.”

You couldn’t let that stand, so you pulled up your friend’s story showing you absolutely annihilating him in a flip cup matchup which led to his team having to drink. And what exactly was he supposed to say to that?

The fourth and final time you met JJ before finally becoming friends was at a tailgate. Your friend was dating one of his frat brothers, so the two of you often tailgated with them. Admittedly, your one weakness when it came to drinking competitions was shotgunning.

Naturally, when JJ saw you there, he challenged you immediately, and you had a point to prove. You’d let to lose to JJ and it couldn’t start now. Your friend knew you were bad, but handed you an unopened beer and squeezed your shoulder for luck.

You lost but barely. JJ wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “Maybe next time, fucking amateur.” And you had to laugh at that.

“Hey I’ll get you one day and then you’ll never be able to beat me. I’ll be unstoppable.”

He shrugged, “In that case, you’re my new pong partner. John B who?”

From then on, anytime JJ got invited to a party or planned a night out, you were involved. Your favorite nights with JJ were when a group of you got together for bar-hopping downtown. One time in particular, about two years after meeting JJ for the first time, stuck out from all the others.

After a tailgate, you went back to your apartment to get dressed to go out instead of going to the football game. The plan was for JJ to come pick you up after the game to go back to the frat house to pregame before going downtown for the night, and you were excited.

It was dark by the time JJ pulled up and most of your closet was on the floor due to indecisiveness of what to wear. JJ had his pregame playlist blasting when you opened the door and his whole truck smelled like weed. You picked up the dab in the cup holder and took a hit as he sped off toward frat row.

“You look nice.”

A blush you didn’t want to acknowledge warmed your cheeks and you blew out smoke, “Thanks bud, wish I could say the same to you.”

He rolled his eyes, “Fuck off, I’m going to change before we go out.”

You just laughed and took another hit as he turned into the driveway. Following him to his room, you sat on the bed while he dug through his drawers for a shirt he hadn’t sweated in yet. He threw a shirt off the floor at you to get your attention, “Call John B and make sure he picked up the alcohol from Sarah’s please?”

“He’s your brother, you do it.”

JJ gave you a dirty look as you stretched out on his bed, “I’m getting dressed, can’t you just call him off my phone?”

You rolled your eyes, feeling unusually difficult, “I think you’re done getting ready, you look pretty, J, call him.”

He tossed the phone at you, already unlocked, and you begrudgingly pressed John B’s contact. You kicked your shoes off and got more comfortable in his bed as it rang.

“J, I’m on my way home, chill.”

“Not JJ, but I am calling to make sure you got the juice.”

“You’re just as bad as him, yes we have the alcohol.”

“We?”

John B paused for a few seconds, clearly hesitating, “Me and Sarah.”

“You’re bringing Sarah to pregame?” you asked incredulously and JJ’s head snapped up to look at you. He motioned for you to give him and phone and you shook your head.

“Give it,” he whispered.

“No,” you hissed at him, backing into the wall as he walked across the room to you.

JJ lunged toward the bed and held his hand out, “I just need to have a word with him.”

You hung up just before he ripped the phone out of your hand, and he gave you a dirty look. You smirked, “Gotta be faster, Maybank.”

“You’re the one who’s going to have to hang out with her.” And fair enough.

He crossed his arms, “Fine, you can find your own alcohol source tonight, I’m cutting you off.”

Pouting, you scrambled off the bed and wrapped him in a hug, “No, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be nice to you.”

With an eyeroll, he wrapped his arms around you too, “Fine but only because you’re my girl.”

When John B finally showed up, you and JJ were sitting on the couch scrolling through twitter together with a plate full of pizza rolls on the table in front of you. John B lifted a heavy looking cooler over the threshold and set it down next to the table, he huffed when you two didn’t even look at him, “Hey you lazy fucks, here’s the alcohol, venmo me $20 each please.”

You walked to the cooler to grab a few beers for you and JJ while he set up drunk jenga on the table and yelled out for the other residents of the house to come play. Using one of your rings, you popped the bottles open and handed one to JJ before sitting back down next to him on the couch.

Several rounds were played as you got into a comfortable buzz. One of the freshman brothers of JJ’s frat was assigned designated driver, so he sat on the floor near you, sipping on water instead of beer with the rest of you.

After Pope lost the third round in a row he stood up, annoyed, “I’m going to play beer pong, anyone up to join?”

And obviously you were down. You followed him over for a solos game and JJ followed close behind you. Pope was a little drunker than you because of all his losses, but he was still a pretty good pong player anyway, definitely one of the best in the house behind JJ.

One of his shots hit the rim of one of your cups just as JJ blew smoke in your face, causing you to miss the swat. You glared at him, “Fuck off, J.” Of course, it landed in another cup and you quickly drained both cups before tossing the ball back to Pope.

“Fuckin right, JJ,” Pope cheered, “keep up the good distraction work.”

Pope missed the rest of his shots, and you shoved JJ away long enough to make three in a row. And from that point on, you were on fire, making quick work of the rest of the game. JJ cheered as you sank the last shot and wrapped an arm around you excitedly, “That’s my girl!”

You weren’t really in the mood to black out that night, and you knew you’d be drinking downtown, so you declined Pope’s rematch challenge.

When the sober freshman finally managed to gather everyone up to be dropped off downtown, you found yourself squished in the back seat between JJ and Sarah who had been pretty quiet all night, really only talking to John B. You didn’t know much about Sarah, just that JJ didn’t like her much plus some of the stories he’d told you that didn’t give the best impression.

Kie met you in front of your favorite bar, and your group quickly shuffled inside, barely stopping to get your hands stamped before going up to the bar. Your roommate worked there and gave you discounted drinks, so it was always your starting spot.

She leaned over the bar to press a kiss to your cheek and slid a vodka cranberry to you, “Cheers, bitch,” she yelled over the blasting music.

JJ ordered shots for the group and you ordered a beer for him in return. The whole group quickly took the lemon-flavored shots and you pulled JJ onto the dance floor, barely giving him enough time to grab the beer off the bar.

An hour and three vodka cranberries later, you were screaming along to Post Malone’s I Fall Apart, one hand holding an empty cup and the other clutching the back of JJ’s neck. He was laughing at you slurring the lyrics, but he was just as drunk, and you really considered kissing him to shut him up, not for the first time.

But before you could work up either the nerve or the coordination, the song ended and he leaned down to talk in your ear, “Wanna head next door, John B just texted me they’re doing half priced shots for the football win today?”

You nodded and stepped away from him, which was a little disappointing, but JJ didn’t let you go far. He wrapped his arm around your waist and let you lead the two of you off the dance floor and out of the bar. The air outside was warm, but cooler than inside, and a breeze chilled your sweat soaked neck.

The two of you stumbled inside the building next door and met your friends at the bar where they had shots lined up for you. With a cheer, everyone slammed their shot glass on the bar twice and tossed it back.

Three hours later, you and JJ stumbled out of your fourth bar of the night and headed slowly down the sidewalk, hanging onto each other. JJ’s arm was thrown around your shoulder and your arm was wrapped tightly around his waist, hand gripping his t-shirt.

You weren’t sure how, or why, but the two of you ended up on campus, two miles away from the bar. JJ stumbled over to the fountain in the center of the quad and climbed onto the raised edge. He was swaying and you were suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to shove him in. So you did, and unfortunately, he grabbed your arms and pulled you in with him.

“Fuck, J, why?!”

He splashed you with a bright, dopey smile, and you rolled your eyes, kicking water back in his direction. That started a fight, one you weren’t prepared for, and he overwhelmed you quickly, moving closer to wrap his arms around you.

Before you even realized what was happening, he was kissing you. You responded immediately, returning the kiss enthusiastically. It seemed to go on forever before you heard yelling coming from the edge of the quad.

JJ turned and waved clumsily at his freshman brother who had apparently tracked the two of you down to drive back home. He huffed at the two of you exasperatedly and held out towels, “Thank god for snap maps but Jesus fuck, the fountain…really guys?”

You started giggling and climbed into the backseat, plucking the juul out of JJ’s fingers to take a hit of your own before he could bring it to his lips.

“You owe me so many pods.”

Pouting, you held onto his hand, “But you love me so I get privileges.”

JJ muttered something under his breath and you leaned in trying to hear. He raised his eyebrows at you encroaching his personal space and spoke up, “Yeah I guess I do, you absolute menace.”

“Good because I love you too and that’s why I’ve been letting you drag my pong record down for two years now.”

Instead of answering, he just rolled his eyes and kissed you again.

[maivalkov]

I love this 4 idiots as a group, so, some dynamics between them? (like, I dunno, Kind of relationship with each other, things they only do/like to do with each other, them as a group etc...whatever you want, really).

Thank you anon I adore these four idiots so much 💖 I'll talk about them in a human AU/as humans, since we already kind of understand how they work as nations, but I’ll use country names because everybody has their own HC names for Ned and Port and that's fine. (I think it's well-known by now that I HC eng and port as best friends, and Spain and Port as brothers so I won't go into those here.) Eng & Ned: The secret brotherhood/friendship that is being severely overlooked by fandom. These two are hardcore gardeners, followers of news, politics, the arts, and small fluffy animals make them go soft. 10/10 for potential here. I explored it in my merfolk AU fic, but I like the idea of Ned perceiving Eng as a cheeky little brother of sorts. Group dynamic: This can really change, because in a way, they're all quite similar. Each man is prone to getting grumpy, and it's a game of "who loses it first, and will spend the rest of the day sulking". Speaking of losing, board games are chaos for this lot. We know who should win monopoly, but if he doesn't... watch out. Uno is similarly dangerous for them and avoided at all costs (aka. they forget it's a terrible idea and will play it when very drunk). They're all ambitious to a certain degree, and enjoy a challenge, so this is a group that will embrace stupid pranks, tasks and such. Even jenga becomes a sport when this lot are involved. Gardening is something they can all relate to and enjoy talking about, as well as the arts. Literature is great, museums and art galleries even better. Football is another joint passion and pubs and bars are SS+ tier. These four have years worth of happy/stupid memories of drinking one too many, and winding up in one of their homes feeling a bit 'under the weather' the next day.

[mojofun]

Caution - Keep out of children's reach. Yes Sirius, you too (Sirius x Reader)

Hello everyone. This is an entry for a writing challenge I’m taking part in, launched by the awesome @approved-by-dentists​ for reaching 400 followers; congratulations again :) The prompts I chose were <<So you’re telling me you read the instructions and still managed to get this result?>><<I did! Okay, I tried… Well, I tried to want to?>> and <<How on Earth did I ever get so lucky to be loved by you?>>

It’s a piece of fluff set in absurd situation and it came to me after a rather disastrous trip to IKEA (I’m still laughing). Anyway, enough with the chatter. I hope you enjoy it!

Gif not mine, credits to @snuffles-padfoot07​

<<Shit, Y/N’s home, Y/N’s home!>>

Alarmed whispers and jarring sounds of moving furniture were what welcomed the H/C-haired girl in the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, and occasionally -much more often than one might think- his best friend.

Suspicious, to say the least.

The young woman took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for whatever could be waiting for her in the house. Her preparation should have been a little more physical, however, as all the years she’d spent with her other half should have taught her.

Maybe she decided to have some faith in him, even just a little…

That trust resulted in her almost face-planting against the floor after tripping over something. Luckily, two strong arms caught her before severe injures occurred

<<Y/N! Are you ok?>>

She tilted her head upward, meeting the young man’s steely grey eyes, filled with concern. 

Well, at least for that she could count on him.

The thought brought a smile to her face, but it was quickly wiped off her face when she took in the state of the room

<<What the hell, Sirius?>>

Cardboard boxes, sellotape shreds, bolts and screws littered the floor, along with some tools like hammers and… Was that a saw?

Parts of what she guessed were supposed to be chairs and a couch completed the mix. All in all, it looked like a jenga game gone wrong.

The sheepish twenty-something wizard awkwardly scratched the nape of his neck, avoiding her gaze

<<Well, you see…>>

<<Yes, I do see! The living room is a mess! Did a bomb explode in here or something?>>

In the corner James was crouching out of sight behind what should have been the back piece of the sofa

<<No, wait; a bomb would have caused less damage than you two>>

<<I’m sorry! We needed new chairs after the, uhm… Accident>>

Y/N crossed her arms, pinning him with a glare

<<Oh, you’re talking about the time you got drunk, changed into Padfoot and chewed all the legs off the furniture?>>

He gulped guiltily, still not looking at her.

Merlin knows what would have happened if Remus had not intervened to restrain him

<<Uh, yeah>>

<<And?>>

<<We went to that strange stores muggles call I… I…>>

<<I… What?>>

<<Wait, it’s on the tip of my tongue…>>

<<Su->>

<<Prongs, what the hell was it called?>>

<<I… Ig… Ice…>>

<<Are you two talking about IKEA?>>

<<YES!>> The two Marauders exclaimed in unison <<How did you know?>>

<<I’m a muggle born, remember?>>

Sirius smirked

<<Darling, how could I ever forget? My parents’ reaction when they found out I’m dating you will be forever burned in my mind>>

It was Y/N’s turn to grin at the prospect of stumping her significant other

<<Really now? Is that the only reason you are dating me, Sirius?>>

He rushed to her side, taking her hands in his and spewing reassurances so fast that she had trouble understanding him

<<No, of course not. I love you, your beauty, your sense of humor, your intelligence, your kindness…>>

Sirius was a little flustered; Y/N giggled

<<Are you done, darling?>>

<<Uhm, yeah>>

<<Good. Now, shall we take care of this mayhem together?>>

Both boys nodded fervently, making the female chuckle

<<Awesome. Will one of you hand me the instructions sheets, please?>>

That simple question was enough to make them freeze like two criminals caught red-handed

<<I’m scared of asking, but I’ll take the chance… What happened to those papers?>>

Her boyfriend looked like the statues outside the Hogwarts castle; his best friend hesitantly lifted his hand, pouting at a pile of scraps in the corner

<<What the hell?>>

Y/N suddenly had the feeling that she would be repeating that sentence a lot more during this absurd conversation

<<Well, you see…>>

<<No, this time I do not see! Why would you do that?>>

<<What makes you think it was me?>>

The young witch cocked an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a snort

<<Please: I’ve seen you in action as Padfoot>>

<<Alright… I may have chewed them out of frustration>>

<<Very mature>>

<<They were unintelligible! I was going crazy! I mean, look at this chair!>> He exploded, pointing at the piece of furniture by her side.

At first Y/N merely glanced at it, not finding anything out of the ordinary. Then, she froze; her brain refused to elaborate what she saw, so she slowly turned around again and came face to face with… An unusual sight, to put it nicely

<<What the hell?>>

Yes, the feeling was right

<<What is this? It looks like something out of a modern art museum!>>

In spite of themselves Sirius and James laughed, unable to hold back. Her glare brought them back in line though

<<Would one of you care to tell me why this damn chair has eight legs?>>

<<The drawings->>

<<Wait wait wait wait wait>> She held up a hand, trying to prepare herself again <<So you’re telling me you read the instructions->>

<<We read them!>> 

<<And still managed to get this result?>>

<<I did!>>

For the second time Y/N pinned him with a  harsh glare, making him squirm uncomfortably

<<Okay, I tried…>>

Her scowl worsened

<<Well, I tried to want to?>>

In the corner, James was still hiding behind the back piece of the couch.

The woman let out a long, frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose

<<I can’t believe you two…>>

<<Hey, did you expect us to understand Swedish?>>

<<The English version is written on the back, you idiots!>>

<<Oh>> They gaped

<<Don’t “oh” me>> The exasperated female scolded, taking in again the chaos the living room had been reduced to

<<There better be no more surprises in the house>>

<<Well, we were thinking of tackling the bed, but->>

<<No!>> She hastened to stop them <<You know what? Why don’t you two go buy groceries or something and I’ll deal with this… Octopus chair and the rest of your bedlam>>

At that, the other guy immediately ran out of the house, leaving his best mate to face his unnerved girlfriend. He just gave her an enormous smile and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her

<<How on Earth did I ever get so lucky to be loved by you?>>

<<The real question is, what did I ever do to deserve you?>> She mumbled in his chest, making him cackle

<<You lucked out, darling>>

<<It wasn’t a compliment, you dumbass>>

The coal-haired wizard let out a belly laugh, pecking her on the forehead

<<I don’t care what you did, but I am grateful you did it; my life wouldn’t be even half as wonderful without you in it>>

The S/C-skinned witch raised her face to look him in the eyes, smiling sweetly

<<You managed to placate my fury, but it’s not gonna last long, so I suggest you apparate as far away as you can while I can still keep my killing instincts at bay>>

<<Roger that, my love. I’ll see you later!>>

With that, he was gone.

Y/N chortled, shaking her head in amusement

<<Whatever it is I did, Sirius, I am immensely grateful I did it too…>>

She pulled out her wand and got to work.

A couple of hours later the house looked fit to live in again. All pieces of furniture had the correct number of legs and there was no litter on the floor; it was spic and span.

That was the sight that greeted Sirius when he decided to go back home. It made him smile as he headed to their shared bedroom.

There, he found his girlfriend lying on the bed, taking a rest after working out the mess he’d made. To make up for it he’d bought her a bunch of F/F and a plushie

<<Y/N?>>

<<Mh…>>

<<Darling, could you wake up a moment?>>

Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up, stretching and yawning

<<What is it? What did you do now?>>

Chuckling, the young man revealed his surprise

<<Well, I wanted to give you something to thank you for being so wonderful to me and tolerating all the trouble I stir>>

The smile she gave him made him melt. She accepted the flowers but, before she could move a muscle, he put them in a vase that was somehow already on the bedside table.

The plushie made her giggle

<<Dear, it’s ok. You are a wonderful boyfriend, you just suck at putting together furniture.

You really need to learn, though>>

He furrowed in confusion

<<Why? We don’t need anything else from I… Ic… Ig…>>

<<IKEA, Sirius, and yes, we do need one more thing>> She informed him with another yawn, getting back under the covers

<<What would it be, my dear?>>

<<A crib>> She murmured.

Four letters.

That was all it took for a wizard who’d faced countless Death-eaters to freeze on the spot

<<A c- A cri- Y/N?! Are you->>

A teddy to the face was his answer

<<Yes, yes I am. Now let me sleep>>

The H/C-haired witch did not see the tears pooling in her boyfriend’s eyes, nor the humongous smile stretching his lips.

He lay down beside her and slowly, cautiously, rested his hand on her abdomen

<<How on Earth did I ever get so lucky to be loved by you?>>

That was the last thing he said before succumbing to sleep.

Sirius did not see her smile either, but he did feel her squeezing his hand.

He was looking forward to their next trip to Ic- Ih- whatever the hell that store was called.

[captaincartervalues]

When I was a child my planet Krypton was dying. I was sent to Earth to protect my cousin, but my pod got knocked off course, and by the time I got here, my cousin had already grown up to become Superman. And so, I hid my powers until recently when an accident forced me to reveal myself to the world.

To most people, I’m the CEO of L-Corp but in secret I work with my adoptive brother for the DEO to protect my city from alien life and anyone else that means to cause it harm. I am Supergirl.

“Lena?”

“She said with surprise in her voice, for some reason…”

“Oh my G- Kombucha. We were supposed to try that new fermentation place today!” Kara exclaims as realization dawns on her. “I totally forgot. I’m so sorry. I got caught up helping Nia with a story.”

“It’s okay, no need to explain. Kombucha can wait. I’m cool occasionally sharing my best friend with her prized protégé.” Lena teasingly assures her with a playful smile.

Kara laughs as she adjusts her glasses bashfully. “Well, I’m sure Nia is thankful for your boundless generosity.”

“I AM!” The women laugh as Nia yells the affirmative across the bullpen. Lena turned to give her a two-finger salute in acknowledgment before catching the kiss Nia blew their way.

“Supergirl, there’s an alien brawl on 5th and Kingston. The cops need your help.” Lena could hear Brainy report over her intercoms.

“Well, we can still go! I just need 2 minutes.” Kara offers.

“Uh – you know what, actually, I forgot that I have a meeting with the board I had to reschedule. So how about a raincheck?” Lena lies.

“Oh yeah okay. Well, let me validate your parking at least for coming all the way down to CatCo!”

“No, no. It’s fine. I flew here…” Lena slips. “…on my bike.”

Kara’s face scrunches in confusion. “You have a bike?”

“Yeah, I have a bike. That I drove here today. Lex talked me into it when I was drunk recently.” Lena scrambles.

“Hmm.” Kara pauses. “Lena Luthor, motorcyclist. Sexy.” She says it with an eyebrow wiggle and a goofy smile.

“Shut up.” Lena laughs.

“Are you gonna take me for a ride sometime?”

“Maybe...if you ask nicely.”  Lena teases with a wink before she saunters toward the elevators.

Kara is still staring at her appraisingly when she gets into the elevator. If it wasn’t for her super-hearing, Lena wouldn’t have heard Kara mutter “Lena Luthor, always an enigma” with a smile and shake of her head.

As the elevator doors close, Lena rips open her buttoned blouse exposing the House of El symbol underneath. “You have no idea.” She whispers solemnly.

-----

“Well that was fun, boys!” Lena says as she puts the rough-and-tumblers in the back of an unmarked DEO van.

Lena turns and finds the person she’s looking for before sauntering over. “Nothing like a little afternoon quickie to get the blood pumping, am I right?” she says as she lightly punches her brother’s arm.

“I think we have very different definitions of ‘afternoon quickie.’” Lex retorts, rubbing his shoulder as Lena rolls her eyes. “And it would have been quicker if you had responded to our call right away. What took you so long anyway?”

“I was with Kara” Lena starts “ –actually, I was lying to Kara, again. Cancelling another – “

“Date?” Lex interjects.

Lena glares at her brother pointedly. “Lunch. I just hate always bailing on her and lying about why.” Lena admits dejectedly.

“You know, you could just tell her.” Lex says quietly.

Lena shakes her head and sighs “You know it’s not that simple.”

“I know Kara isn’t like her family.”

“I know that!” Lena says defensively. “And I’m the one who had to convince you of that initially!”

“Hey,” Lex softens and puts his hand on his sister’s shoulder to comfort her. “I know you’re the president of the ‘Kara Danvers is innocent’ fan club; you don’t have to convince me.”

“It’s just – I’m protecting her. It’s safer for her if she doesn’t know.”

“Safer? We’re still talking about Kara Danvers, right? The same one that brags how getting kidnapped means she’s on the right track? And the one that shrugs off “quarterly assassination attempts” as some kind of journalistic metric for when her stories are big? That Kara Danvers? Because that Kara Danvers is never ‘safe,’ hun.” Lex counters half-jokingly, half-seriously.

Lena’s prepared to argue some more when she hears a familiar “Supergirl!”

“Speak of the devil.” Lex smirks as they both turn to see Kara, pen in hand, always at the ready to report. They watch as she slips under the barricade and makes her way toward the pair.

“Spare a moment and a quote?” Kara proffers.

“For National City’s best reporter? Always.” Lena smiles.

Kara pauses ever so slightly at her words as a sense of familiarity encompasses her. Lena can almost see a hint of recognition flit across Kara’s eyes before the reporter blushes. Lena doesn’t even have time to regret her choice of words before her best friend presses on.

“Do you know who’s behind the resurgence of Cadmus operations and reported attacks against innocent alien civilians that are being attributed to them?”

“We are still working on confirming if Cadmus is even involved, but we are following some leads to identify the individuals behind these attacks, yes.” Lena says with a certain air of authority that almost only comes when she is suited up.

“How did you even know about those attacks? We’ve kept them confidential from the public.” Lex questions.

“The DEO isn’t as secretive as you like to think, Lex. And, it’s literally my job to find things out that people don’t want the public to know…” Kara quips.

Lena snickers and exchanges a smile with Kara as Lex narrows his eyes at her.

“Well do you know what I’m bringing to game night tonight, smarty pants?” Lex taunts.

“Pizza and drunk Jenga like always.” Kara states without hesitation.

Lex stammers silently until Lena can see the light flicker in his head. “Well what if I brought Supergirl too? Not so predictable then, am I?” Lex’s eyes glint with a mischievous triumph.

Lena’s jaw clenches as she fights the urge to yeet her brother into space.

Kara looks at her expectantly, almost daring her to come.

“I’d love to, but I have a date with the fortress tonight.” Lena lies.

“Probably for the best since you’d be no match for me and Lena. We run game night and take no prisoners, not even super ones.” Kara boasts goofily.

“Oh, is that so?” Lena challenges playfully.

“Yeah, it’s actually sickening how annoyingly good they are together.” Lex pouts knowingly at them both.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have your perfect partner for game night yet, Luthor.” Kara beams smugly at Lex while Lena tries to hide her own smile.

“See what I mean?” Lex shakes his head. “Nauseating.”

Lena hears Kara’s phone buzz before she pulls it out to check her messages. “Looks like I’ve got places to be and other stories to report.” Kara announces. “But don’t let that fool you into thinking I’m done questioning you about Cadmus, Supergirl."

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Ms. Danvers.”

Kara smiles before turning her attention to Lex. “I’ll see you tonight, where you can tell me how exactly you convinced Lena, of all people, to buy a motorcycle!”

“Shit.” Lena mumbles as she watches Kara walk away.

“What was that about?” Lex asks.

“Nothing. On an unrelated note, I’m going to need you to give me a refresher’s course on riding a motorcycle.” Lena says while preoccupied with digging her phone out of her boot. “I gotta get back to the office. See you tonight, big bro.” Lena rushes her goodbye before launching into the air and leaving Lex confused and alone.

“Hey, Jess. I need you to buy me the most badass, sexiest motorcycle you can find in 3 hours.” Lena instructs as she dodges a pigeon midair.

---

Kara is hugging Sam and Kelly goodnight as Lena collects empty glasses from the coffee table. Kara closes the door and meets Lena in the kitchen to help load her dishwasher.

“Ya know, I’m starting to regret introducing those two. They are giving us a run for our money.”

“Oh come on, you know no one can beat us when we’re together. Not even Brainy when he counts cards.” Lena playfully bumps her best friend’s shoulder.

“You’re always right.” Kara laughs. “Plus, it’s nice to have a little competition. Makes the win that much more satisfying.”

“You’re such a competitive dork.” Lena teases.

“And you love me because of it.” Kara grins.

“Yes, I do.” Lena says unabashedly. And she wonders if Kara even knows just how much she loves her and for how long she’s loved her.

There’s a brief moment between them where Kara wants to say more and Lena wants her to, but as always with them, the moment passes and neither one says what’s on their mind nor what’s in their hearts. For two women who are fearless when facing the world, they sure are terrified to face their own feelings for each other.

“So, I got a chance to talk to Supergirl today…” Kara says.

And just like that Lena is knocked down by her reality in which her closest friend doesn’t know her biggest secret. Lena hates when Kara talks about Supergirl with her, because it’s just another reminder of her own web of lies she spins around them both. At this point, she’s not sure who’s more trapped in the web, her or Kara.

“And what did she say?” Lena plays along.

“That they haven’t confirmed Cadmus is back yet, which is bullshit. It’s them.”

“Kara, we don’t know it’s them.” Lena tries.

“Lena, it’s them. You know it. I know it. Lex knows it. And Supergirl knows it. Acting like it’s not and keeping it a secret from the public only endangers the city and its alien citizens even more. I’m not gonna help Cadmus by doing the same. I just need a little bit more proof to publish.”

“You’ll find it. If anyone can, it’s National City’s best reporter.” Lena says matter-of-factly as she places her hand over Kara’s where it rests on the counter and gives it an encouraging squeeze.

“Have I told you you’re my favorite, Lena Luthor?” Kara asks with a soft smile.

“Many times, but I love to hear it.” Lena laughs.

Kara turns to face her more directly as her tone shifts back to a serious note. “Have you heard anything on the L-Corp science front? Any attempted break-ins at L-Corp lately or underground inquiries about new inventions that could be used as weapons?” Kara asks with a hint of desperation in her voice.

Lena takes her hand away as she moves to busy them with collecting empty wine bottles from the counter and turning away from Kara. Sometimes it’s easier to lie to her best friend when she’s not facing her. “Umm, no. Nothing yet.”

“You know, you’re terrible at hiding things from me.” Kara presses lightly with a sultry smile.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Lena mumbles to herself as she tosses the bottles in the recycling bin.

Lena sighs and relents rather easily as she turns around to face her best friend. One secret is more than she can bear keeping from a persistent Kara Danvers.

“An old key-card was reconfigured and used to access the lab a few nights ago. They tried to get into the vault too, but my personal security measures prevented it. Jess already did an inventory catalog, and nothing was taken. IT fixed the card issue and new cards were immediately distributed to our scientists.”

Kara looks down in disappointment. Lena knows it has less to do with her and more to do with what this means for Kara, but Lena regrets her secrecy nonetheless.

“I didn’t want to tell you, because I didn’t want to worry you.”

Kara looks up at Lena with a deceivingly expressionless face. “Who did the key-card belong to?”

“It doesn’t necessarily mean anything, Kara.”

“Who did the key-card belong to?” Kara repeats firmly without hesitation, a hint of anger setting in her jaw.

Lena lets out a heavy breath and cements Kara’s suspicion without saying a word. Her silent confirmation causes Kara’s stoicism to crack and concern floods her face as her shoulders sag.

“I knew it.” Kara chokes out.

Lena grabs her face with both hands and wipes a tear from her cheek with her thumb. “Hey,” Lena comforts, “we’ll stop them. We won’t let them get away this time.”

“Promise?” Kara says as she blinks through a well of tears.

“Promise.” Lena insists as she wraps Kara in a reassuring hug.

Kara sinks into the embrace as Lena rubs her back to soothe her best friend. They stay like that for a while until Kara whispers in her ear, “Did I tell you, you’re my favorite?”

“Maybe once or twice.” Lena chuckles as Kara leans back and lets go to wipe the rest of her tears away. Lena doesn’t understand how Kara can look so beautiful even after crying.

“Golly, I didn’t realize how late it was” Kara says as her eyes shift to the clock behind Lena.

Lena is about to offer to stay the night with Kara, but Lex cuts her off before she can form the words. “Fire at the Broadway Apartment Buildings, Supergirl. Firefighters are struggling to contain. Need you there ASAP."

“Yeah, I better get going.” Lena excuses herself as she grabs her jacket.

“You know, you could stay...if you want.” Kara counters, a small plea in her eyes.

“I wish I could, but I have an early morning meeting about the break-in with Security.” Lena lies.

“Right. Okay. Well, drive safe.”

Lena smiles solemnly before leaving.

“On my way, Lex.” Lena reports once she’s in the hallway. She rips her shirt, sets aside her thoughts of Kara, and flies out the window into the night sky.

------

Kara’s about to get ready for bed when she hears a knock at her door. She glances at the shiny red motorcycle helmet by her coat rack, smiles, and grabs it before opening the door without a second thought.

“I was wondering when you’d realize you forgot th- .” Kara freezes as she opens the door, and her smile quickly dissipates.

“What’s wrong? Not excited to see your big sis?”

“Alex.”

...

Read the rest on AO3

[sunshinelukee]

this is for everyone who’s sad, lonely, bored or just needs some 5sos videos

I made one of these lists a while ago, but I decided to add some more videos, so now there are about 300 videos on here :) there used be even more but apparently links don’t work anymore if there are too many, so I had to delete a few

2011 - 2013

All 5sos Keeks part 1

All 5sos Keeks part 2

All 5sos Keeks part 3

Rolling In The Deep (cover)

Chris Brown/Justin Bieber - Next To You (cover)

Year 3000 (Busted cover)

What Makes You Beautiful/One Thing (cover)

Teenage Dirtbag (cover)

One Direction and 5SOS - Teenage Dirtbag (pie fight)

Superhero (unreleased song)

Teenage Queen (unreleased song)

Bad Dreams (unreleased song)

I Can’t Remember (unreleased song)

I’ve Got This Friend (unreleased song)

Over And Over (unreleased song)

Perfect Disguise (unreleased song)

5SOS on Ashton

5SOS on Calum

5SOS on Luke

5SOS on Michael

Keeks and various stuff (playlist with over 250 short videos)

2014

Yes/no game

Trying English food

That interview where Ash wore a banana suit

First dates and pick-up lines

NOVA FM interview

ODE interview

First in studio interview

Spin the bottle

5 seconds of snogging

Face to face (playlist with 32 short videos)

Ask anything chat

Vevo dscvr interview

Buzzers of death

Snog, marry, avoid

Karaoke on Capital FM

Puppet game

Trying to do makeup

Young Hollywood interview

Dressing up as elderly people prank at Target

Dressing up as Target employees

Don’t Stop the lost tapes

Good Girls behind the scenes

Amnesia behind the scenes

Slsp behind the scenes

Don’t Stop behind the scenes

Sunrise interview

The Bert Show interview

Bus tour

Pre-show routine

Blink 182 - I Miss You in the Live Lounge (cover)

Teen Vogue interview

5SOS play fall songs

Vodafone Big Top 40 Webchat

Chart Show Chat

Truth or dare

Ultimate Question Pong

Instagram videos

The Today Show

Tweet and Dare

What would you say to a talking cow?

A random twitcam

That Ninja Turtle dress up live stream (it’s over 1,5 hours)

2015

Shazamahang

Ash London live interview

Another Ash London live interview

The late late show

Answering fan questions with Qmusic

Ask anything chat

Vevo ask:reply

Rowyso tour exposed

This or that? Canada vs Australia

Shazamily feud

Yes/no game

Playing SKH on tiny children’s instruments

Bloopers from playing SKH on tiny children’s instruments

5sos vs fans: who knows 5sos better?

Interview in Japan

First and last

Jenga with a twist

Ultimate rock playlist

Hey Everybody behind the scenes

She’s Kinda Hot behind the scenes

The lost member of 5sos

Cards against humanity

Interviewing the Star Wars cast dressed up as Star Wars characters

Reacting to fetus photos

Bobble head game

KIISFM interview

Network TEN interview

Shane Dawson reacting to 5sos

Drown (Bring Me The Horizon cover in the Live Lounge)

5SOS On Chatty Man

5 Second Rule on The Ellen Show

Best ROWYSO moments compilation

Cake talk first kisses & getting drunk

How rock ‘n’ roll are 5sos?

Elvis Duran show

2016

5 seconds of sketching

MYX Philippines interview

Summer crush

In the kitchen on The Morning Show

Singing Cantonese songs

Slfl tour diary Europe pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3

Slfl tour diary North America pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4 / pt 5 / pt 6 / pt 7 / pt 8

Slfl tour diary London / Mex + Aus / Osaka / Nagoya / Berlin / Brighton / Asia

Playing Japanese games

Young Hollywood interview

To bae or not to bae

Girls Talk Boys behind the scenes

Heads up

What a cracker of a game

Ash London live interview

Fitzy and Wippa interview

Backstage tour

celebrating Luke’s birthday on stage

BBC Radio 1 interview

Spin Or Bin Music interview

Best SLFL moments compilation

Best 5sos crowd singing moments (this one gave me chills lol)

Outer Space live

2017

Tour diary South America

Tour diary Japan

Interview with Isabella Pascua

2018

Trying Dutch food

How well do 5sos know each other?

Popbuzz interview (bonus: it’s 30 mins)

Who knows who better?

Smallzy interview

Would you rather

Never have I ever

More never have I ever

Tattoo breakdown

Dad jokes

Reverse song challenge

Interview bloopers

Claro Brazil interview

First and last

5sos take a quiz to see which member they are

Who of you would

Friendship test

Chart takeover

Chart show chat

The meme review

Answering tumblr questions

5sos reacting to 5sos covers

Discussing Youngblood in 5 sauces

Much confessional

Reading YouTube comments

Playing Mario Kart

MTV Music interview

Australian TV interview

ET Canada interview

Reacting to fans hearing Youngblood

NRJ Sweden interview

Jingle Ball interview

Trying to speak German

5sos vs fan

Backstage at the ARIAs

Hit Network interview

Cocktail chats ep 1 / ep 2 / ep 3 / ep 4 / ep 5 / ep 6 / ep 7

5SOS3 tour diary V1 / V2 / V3 / V4 / V5 / V6 / V7

Meet You There tour diary V1

MYX Philippines interview

iHeartRadio interview

No Roots (Alice Merton Cover) in the Live Lounge

SiriusXM interview

The Today Show interview

Lashton answer fan questions

Cake on growing up on the road

Can 5sos remember their own lyrics?

Surprise radio presenters prank

What would 5sos do on a night out?

Answering fan questions on BBC Radio 1

Malum cooking on Sunday Brunch

Elvis Duran Show interview

The making of Killer Queen

Youngblood Official Lyrics & Meaning

Valentine Official Lyrics & Meaning

5SOS Catch Up on The Aussie Stuff They've Missed

5SOS do 'She Looks So Perfect' as a fake country band

Boat ride with 5sos

2019

5sos and the Chainsmokers at the Zach Sang Show (bonus: it’s 38 mins)

Musical beers

5sos and the Chainsmokers talk about wdyl

Ryan Seacrest interview

Another Zach Sang Show

Another Ryan Seacrest interview

Who tweeted it

Steve Harvey meets The Chainsmokers and 5SOS! | Celebrity Family Feud

Guys, if you're dating more than one woman... | Celebrity Family Feud

When I get to heaven, I want... wait, WHAT? | Celebrity Family Feud

This edible underwear tastes like... | Celebrity Family Feud

Blooper Reel: 5 Seconds of Summer

Dancing With A Stranger in the Live Lounge

"You don't even know me sometimes": 5SOS Answer The Internet's rhetorical stan questions

10 Things 5 Seconds of Summer Can't Live Without

Capital full interview

Easier behind the scenes

Ashton speaks to Luke

Ashton speaks to Calum

5 Seconds Of Summer Talk The Perfect Movie Theater Food

5SOS Plays Family Feud Against Elvis Duran Show

5SOS Talks Struggle of Work-life Balance

5 Seconds Of Summer Compete To Build The Best Sandcastle

Interview with QMusic in the Netherlands

5SOS Luke: “I FaceTime with my dog”

RTL Entertainment interview

5SOS On "Diverse" New Album And Why Teen Fans Are So Important

5SOS play “is it easier to...”

Michael talking about his Melody Maker

5SOS Swap Phones And Go Through Each Other's Camera Rolls

Wango Tango interview

5SOS have created a Capital's Summertime Ball playlist

5 Seconds of Summer Guess Life Hacks

5SOS defend their accents and bum bags

5SOS play "Adult Video or Music Video"

BONUS

Full How Did We End Up Here movie

Full Sounds Live Feels Live show

Full Rock In Rio show

Full Meet You There show

[feliciasarahardy]

365 Reblog Challenge

Here is the masterlist for @beccaanne814 Reblog Challenge that will also serve as a Fic Rec List throughout the year 💖 (they will all be Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The Unknown Caller by @the-unspoken-rule

The Art Teacher by @irndad

The Research Paper I by @searchingforbucky

Sonnet 75 by @honeybucks

Sweet Dreams by @buckys-darling

Marriage Story by @sunmoonandbucky

Bathwater by @the-canary

Stress Cleaning by @beccaanne814

Dearest Bucky by @daffodilsbucky

Love or Hate by @justsomebucky

Cologne by @irndad

Say Love by @moonstruckbucky

In Theory by @irndad

Blue Hour by @holy-captain

The Research Paper II by @searchingforbucky

At Last by @moonbeambucky

Through Sickness...Except Bucky’s... by @teamcap4bucky

Lemon Pancakes by @all1e23

Lightning by @holy-captain

Road trip by @the-unspoken-rule

Dear Rebecca by @bucky-smiles

Chocolate Chip Cookies by @sleepypanda27

The (not naked) pin-up calendar by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Floating Away by @cordytriestowrite

Chocolate by @nacho-bucky

Our Music by @bucky-smiles

Dear Rebecca (2) by @bucky-smiles

Dear Rebecca (3) by @bucky-smiles

‘Til Death Do Us Part (6) by @hqwkeyes

Blow Off Some Steam by @ficsxreaderr

“I’ll Wait.” by @heli0s-writes. 

Be Just Fine by @nacho-bucky

Bet? by @yikeswtfmate

Sounds Like A Personal Problem (.5)  by @kentuckybarnes 

Where The Heart Is? by @barnesnroses

Way Back Into Love (1) by @the-unspoken-rule

Way Back Into Love (2) by @the-unspoken-rule

Way Back Into Love (3) by @the-unspoken-rule

Love In Bloom by @moonbeambucky

Dear Rebecca: (4) by @bucky-smiles

Dear Rebecca: (5) by @bucky-smiles

Moments Like These by @levianthonyc

If The World Was Ending by @whistlingwillows

Somewhere in Brooklyn by @buckyland

The Man by @interestedbystanderwrites

The Man Returns by @interestedbystanderwrites

Repose by @coffee-with-bucky

5th Times the Charm by @borkingbarnes

Ridiculous by @bucky-plums-barnes

Blind Date by @sleepypanda27

Falling For You by @sebbbystaaan

Yours by @bucky-plums-barnes

Who Needs a Disney Prince When You’ve Got Bucky Barnes by @beccaanne814

Home. by @interestedbystanderwrites

You’re Really Pretty by @cordytriestowrite

Blink Twice by @brooklyn-boy

“I was just thinking about you” by @heli0s-writes

A drunk mind speaks a sober heart by @heartopen-testify

2 A.M. by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Dear Rebecca: 6 by @bucky-smiles

Under Pastel Skies - 1 by @redgillan

Dear Rebecca: 7 by @bucky-smiles

I Dare You by @yikeswtfmate

Jenga by @yikeswtfmate

Charades by @yikeswtfmate

Would You Rather by @yikeswtfmate

Adore You by @buckyofthemyscira

Paranoia by @yikeswtfmate

Dear Rebecca: 8 by @bucky-smiles

Spin the Bottle by @yikeswtfmate

Under Pastel Skies - 2 by @redgillan

Bottoms Up by @yikeswtfmate

Knocking On Your Door by @cordytriestowrite

Midnight Into Morning Coffee Chapter 1 11:32 p.m. by @buckychrist

Midnight Into Morning Coffee Chapter 2 12:07 a.m. by @buckychrist

Midnight Into Morning Coffee Chapter 3 12:44 a.m. by @buckychrist

Midnight Into Morning Coffee Chapter 4 1:29 a.m. by @buckychrist

Midnight Into Morning Coffee Chapter 5 2:18 a.m. by @buckychrist

Midnight Into Morning Coffee Chapter 6 3:20 a.m. by @buckychrist

The Shoe Game by @yikeswtfmate

Under Pastel Skies - 3 by @redgillan

Truth by @yikeswtfmate

Awkward Sex Drabble “Cramps” by @interestedbystanderwrites

silver dress by @irndad

Oh, Honey by @bucky-smiles

Cast Away (8) Tomorrow the Sun Will Rise by @areyoureadyforsomemeatballz

Puzzle by @yikeswtfmate

Acts of Intimacy by @the-unspoken-rule

Under Pastel Skies 4 by @redgillan

When Love Bites by @buckyland

1- Stakeout by @sleepypanda27 2- Distant Connection 1 by @abovethesmokestacks 3- Distant Connection 2 by @abovethesmokestacks 4- Distant Connection 3 by @abovethesmokestacks 5- Distant Connection 4 by @abovethesmokestacks 6- Distant Connection 5 by @abovethesmokestacks 7- Distant Connection 6 by @abovethesmokestacks​ 8- Holiday Heist by @avengerofyourheart​ 9- Holiday Favor by @avengerofyourheart​ 10- Holiday Fraud by @avengerofyourheart​  11- Under Pastel Skies 5 by @redgillan​ 12- The Way Home (Part 1) by @justsomebucky​ 13- The Way Home (Part 2) by @justsomebucky​ 14- The Way Home (Part 3) by @justsomebucky​ 15- The Way Home (Part 4) by @justsomebucky​ 16- The Way Home (Part 5) by @justsomebucky​  17- The Way Home (Part 6) by @justsomebucky​ 18- The Way Home (Part 7) by @justsomebucky​ 19- Stellar Collision by @all1e23​ 20- The Misadventures of Star-Lord & The Earth Girl #1 (Peter Quill x OC) by @starmal​ 21- The Misadventures of Star-Lord & The Earth Girl #2 (Peter Quill x OC) by @starmal​  22- Body, Mind, Soul by @bucky-smiles​  23- The Misadventures of Star-Lord & The Earth Girl #3  (Peter Quill x OC) by @starmal​ 24- The Misadventures of Star-Lord & The Earth Girl #4 (Peter Quill x OC) by @starmal​ 25- Under Pastel Skies 6 by @redgillan​ 26- Hey Neighbor! Part 1 by @moonbeambucky​ 27- The Misadventures of Star-Lord & The Earth Girl #5 (Peter Quill x OC) by @starmal​ 28- 12 Hours | 9:57 P.M. by @chrevastan​ 29- Early Mornings by @the-unspoken-rule​ 30- The Chef’s Strike by @bucky-smiles​

12 Hours | 10:45 P.M. by @chrevastan​

12 Hours | 12:16 A.M. by @chrevastan​

Hey Neighbor Part 2 by @moonbeambucky​

The Cupcake Guy by @nacho-bucky​

Can I Kiss You? by @softhairbarnes​

The Cupcake Guy // Two by @nacho-bucky​

Hey Neighbor Part 3 by @moonbeambucky​

12 Hours | 1:20 A.M. by @chrevastan​

Recalibration by  @heli0s-writes​

The Cupcake Guy // Three by @nacho-bucky​

Hey Neighbor Part 4 by @moonbeambucky​

The Cupcake Guy // Four by @nacho-bucky​

[softbens]

Freak Like Me → Ben Hardy

pairing: ben x f!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+. slight exhibitionism.

prompt: a good girl who does bad things to you. what more could ben want?

“Dude! Go away, you’re annoying me.” Ben whined as you snickered once more. He was in the middle of a Mario Kart race. Actually, you both were. You and a couple of friends had set up a kickback at his, drinks and games were involved. You’d already finished in first and now you were messing with Ben. “Just because you’re way ahead, doesn’t mean you get to pick on me.” he pouted. He was peeved already, he was originally in first place. But you had sent the flying blue shell his way and pulled through.

“Hey, hey, chill. I’m only joking,” you pinched his cheek, earning his swatting hand as he continued to whine as he dodged a green shell.

“Stop it, I’m gonna fucking choke you out if you keep doing that!” Ben lightly threatened with grunt. You couldn’t help but flutter your lashes at this, which he couldn’t see.

“Oh yeah? You promise?” you were only half-joking. His friends chuckled beside him as they found their way over the finish line. They were amused as to how you two called yourself friends. Maybe you weren’t the best of friends, but you and him were pretty close. The flirting and bantering almost convinced them you were dating.

The blondie finished in last place, ending the grand prix. The group that was already playing began to disperse, giving up the remotes to those who were waiting. Shouts could be heard from the other side of the room due to a game of Jenga happening. Ben had followed his friends, joining the small group around the foosball table. He let his eyes linger on you as you slipped away to the kitchen.

You hummed to yourself as you poured yourself a cup of the jungle juice you and Ben had made the night prior. It was incorporated with a lot of fruity, light liquors and juices as well as chopped kiwis, limes, and strawberries.

“So, what’s up with you and Ben?” you turned and saw Andrew, the guy who placed 3rd in your Mario Kart session. You moved to the side as he grabbed a cup of jungle juice for himself.

“Nothing, why?” you munched on a strawberry as he rolled his eyes, clearly disapproving of your answer. “What??”

“You can’t tell me there’s nothing going on between you two, I mean, the guy’s had his eyes on you the entire night.” as if on cue, your eyes flickered toward Ben. And Andrew was right. Out of habit, you gnawed at your bottom lip, looking back at your drink.

“There’s nothing going on Andrew,” you told him as you sipped on your drink. “We’re just friends.” he stared at you blankly before blinking a few times and shaking his head.

“You really just okay’d him to choke you, and there’s nothing going on?”

“Choke me out. Meaning kill me, which I’m fine with.” you chuckled nervously, furrowing your eyebrows at him, hoping he’d pick up on your humor. And he did, but he wanted you to say what he wanted to hear. What was true. You could feel your face heat up, you blamed it on the alcohol c it always made you flush. You could feel the alcohol running through your veins and taking over your senses.

“Y/N,” he said sternly with a knowing look. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Never in a million years did you think this would happen.

“What is it that you want me to say, huh?” you shrugged your shoulders. “That he’s a good guy who happens to be really fucking attractive and I wouldn’t mind him spitting in my mouth?” you tried to catch the letters before they formed into words but they were already out of your mouth.

“Shit, that’s not what I was expecting,” snorted Andrew. “I was expecting a ‘maybe I like him’ but damn girl, you into that freak shit?” a part of you wanted to be ashamed for saying such words out loud. That was sober you. Intoxicated you on the othet hand...

“And what about it?” you raised an eyebrow as you rose your cup. Andrew did the same, laughing at how confident you seemed. After clinking cups, you downed whatever remained in your cup, taking the fruit too.

The night seemed to go by like a blur. The party moved outside in Ben’s backyard. A bonfire was lit. How no one lit their drunkselves on fire baffled you. Almost everyone was intoxicated and/or couldn’t be trusted with fire.

You were swinging around Ben, giggling as you danced with him. The music was a pretty mellow r&b genre. Which was a transition from the trashy trap music that had been playing inside. He held you at an arm’s distance, not wanting you to fall.

“Pretty girl,” Ben lightly chirped, nearing his nose against the side of your cheek, his lips ghosting over your skin. Your jaw fell slack at the sudden movement. He was so close to you. He was drunk, no less than you were; so he definitely didn’t mind being affectionate with you.

“Mmm’hi baby,” your hand grabbed at his arm, clutching it tightly as he reeled you into his chest as he fell back onto the outdoor lounging chair. You landed right in his lap, turning your body so your legs hovered across his lap. You couldn’t help but snuggle and curl into him with a small giggle. Your eyes lingered on his hand as it slid up your bare thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. And he left it there. He was tempted to shove his hand up your skirt. And he would have, everyone else was too preoccupied to even notice you two. He needed to hear you say you wanted it.

“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said,” his voice murmured. You took the opportunity to flutter your lashes at him with a questioning glance, your eyes slightly widening to make them look more doe-like. “About me choking you out?” it was like all seriousness had seeped into your bones. He already had you at his mercy.

“What about it?” you blinked blankly at him, not sure what your emotions should be. Your heart was racing.

“I was thinking about how sweet your face would look with my hand wrapped around your throat.” he glanced down, letting his fingertips brush against your collarbones. He quickly slid his hand up your soft skin, his hand cupping the side of your neck. He hadn’t applied any pressure, just resting it there. You gave him a challenging look. “Andrew told me you were into that type of shit. I mean, I’m already into you, no doubt about it,” he dryly chuckled as he slurred on his words. “But having a freaky girl? That’s a bonus. When he told me, I knew I had to have you.” at this, you were stunned. Of course Andrew meddled, of course Andrew told Ben; thank you Andrew, for this.

You pictured it. You gasping with your back arching from his bed, his hand tightly gripping your throat as your nipple was between his teeth. Oh, the sounds you’d like to make for him. A glimpse of his fingers being shoved into your mouth as he pushed himself deep into you, his raspy, deep groans. The thought of the sounds you’d like to hear from him had you more weak than your inital thought.

You couldn’t take it. Ben was going to ask you if you were okay, you’d been so quiet, he wasn’t sure if he crossed his boundaries. You cupped his scarlet-blushed cheek in your small hands and kissed him. He grunted, hand slightly tightening around your throat. You purred against his lips, rubbing your thighs together.

Without noticing, you’d trapped Ben’s hand in between your legs. With a flick of his hand, he had your legs parted again. He could feel the sticky heat forming further up your thighs. He nipped at your bottom lip, a whimper escaped your lips. You wanted him to take you right here.

“You want me? Come and get me,” you hummed amusingly, hoping off his lap.

Jesus, you must’ve wanted to be punished. And he liked it.

[pyrrhicmessiah]

@suspectedalways​ said : ◈ for a first kiss

“   i’m a phenomenal kisser!   ”   she protests,   elbowing him jokingly.   they’re just playing some dumb drinking game with their friends,   a jenga tower with different questions and challenges inscribed on each piece.   he’d drawn one that asked him to rate everyone’s kissing skills in the circle and when he’d landed on her he’d just said he didn’t know.   “   the lack of confidence in my abilities is astounding.   ”    she shakes her head,   taking another sip of her drink.   the ensuing friendly debate goes back and forth a few times before she finally just leans over to kiss him to prove her point.   they’re both drunk and it’s definitely not her best work,   and it’s cut short by a fit of laughter as they both separate.   yeah   ----   that’s just not for them.