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anonymous asked:

can you write a headcanon of how the lords would be if they had a daughter? :D love your writing!

Hello! I wrote only the first 6 lords because school has me a bit busy, but if you want the other 6 feel free to send it in another ask. The rest under the cut to save dashboards.

Nobunaga

  • Overprotective as hell.
  • Proud dad™
  • Takes his little girl everywhere.
  • Literally everywhere.
  • Mitsuhide sighs in every war council because there’s the baby
  • It doesn’t matter if he’s talking about killing every single person, he can also play with his daughter
  • Proud dad™ x2
  • If she spends too much time with her mom, pouty Nobu
  • Jealous as hell
  • Gets all grumpy if he can’t be with her because of work
  • Ditches work anyway because his daughter is more important
  • Mitsuhide has to chase them both
  • Only shares his konpeito with her because that’s his girl

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impala-dreamers-mainfrigginblog  asked:

Beard, scruff, or clean ?

You really know how to ask the right questions, huh? I don’t know if I can answer this right away. I need some examples to help me pick…

First, bearded Jared (because Sam never has a beard….*sigh*)

GAH just look at that manly manliness. I LOVE THE BEARD

But what about scruff?

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This is hard…. the scruff is like the perfect combination of the manliness and his beautiful face. It frames it so well. Sometimes Sam has a little scruff too. And honestly it kills me.

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OK but also I can’t decide unless I look at shaven. Gotta have all the facts first, right? You can see his dimples clearly, the hard lines of his face, everything that makes him beautiful…

Wait… where was I going with this? Whatever. Can I just have them all??

Quotes for the Signs
  • Aries : "Monsters don't live happily ever after but when your lips brushed against his, you almost believed you could."
  • Taurus : "Maybe I love too much and maybe I show too little."
  • Gemini : "She exhaled her darkness like constellations."
  • Cancer : "I like the sea we understand each other.It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have and so am I."
  • Leo : "You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness. But still, like air, I'll rise."
  • Virgo : "My love for beautiful words became an addiction. That's why even your lies sounded sweet."
  • Libra : "Stars got tangled in her hair, whenever she played in the sky."
  • Scorpio : "My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine."
  • Sagittarius : "So here you are, too foreign for home, too foreign for here, never enough for both."
  • Capricorn : "Do not awaken galaxies inside of someone if you are not even fond of the stars."
  • Aquarius : "You think everyone has the same heart as you and that's what's gonna fuck you up."
  • Pisces : "I cannot make you understand, I cannot make anybody understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."
A Normal Day For The Wealeys:
  • Ron, mumbling a song : "Is this just real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality"
  • Author Weasley walking by Ron, : " Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see.."
  • Molly rolls her eyes, : "I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy"
  • Fred joins, : "Because I'm easy come, easy go"
  • George joins Fred, both of them sing : "Litte high, little low. Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me.."
  • Back to Author, : "Mama, just killed a man.."
  • Molly takes the next part, : "Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead"
  • Ron sighed, what did he do? : "Mama, life had just begun.."
  • Fred and George, : "But now I've gone and thrown it all away.."
  • It all suddenly goes quiet. But they all hear Some ones singing in the far distance.
  • Percy from afar, : "Mama, ooh--"
  • Ron, Molly, Author, George and Fred bursts out laughing because they didn't expect that and his voice sounded really high pitched.
  • Percy yelling because they stopped right as he was singing, : "OH COME ON--"
  • me: *is sad*
  • friend: whats wrong
  • me: nothing
  • friend: cmon, what is it
  • me: dramatically sighs* i just, isn't it interesting how lemony snicket, in episode 7, season 1 of a series of unfortunate events on netflix describes the term "out of the woods" he describes Little Red Riding hood as the antagonist instead of the wolf, contrary to popular belief? i just thought it was an interesting take because wolves are jsut tryna eat my guy but this foreigner comes in and kills his ass

Winn and James killed me in this episode:
• Winn worrying for James after he got shot
• Winn: “Seriously, this is the first time I have ever asked you for something” and James just sighing and accepting to talk to Kara
• Winn not resisting his boyfriend when he asked him to chase another criminal
• James taking all the fault and talking alone with Kara
• Winn being all sneaky and passing the infos about Livewire to James because boyfriends business™ before anything else
• James: “My man. In the Van.” Winn:“Guardian for the win” so. cute.
• Winn little smile after J'onn complimented him and James’s team work. Because actual proud boyfriend
• “But not the lives we want” James talking in plural because actual husbands

Are You Nervous? (Requested)

“This project is killing me. Can we take a break?” Dylan drops his pencil and books down to thrown himself back onto the bed. He closes his eyes and sighs dramatically.

You look down at your own book and decide now would be a good time to stop working for a little while. “Fine, but not for too long.”

He lifts up his arms and places them behind his head, which in turn raises his shirt and reveals his stomach and the lining of his underwear just above his jeans. He notices you staring and raises his eyebrows playfully before saying, “So, does this count as a date or are we not on that level yet?”

You roll your eyes and respond, “Seeing as how we’re in your bedroom for work and not pleasure, I wouldn’t consider this a date.”

Your relationship with Dylan has always been complicated. You both know you like each other but neither of you have done anything about it. You have fun flirting with him, but this is the first time he’s even mentioned going on an actual date.

He raises his eyebrows and sits up. “So you’re saying you’d come into my room for "pleasure” any other time?“

Your rolls your own eyes at him and hit him in the shoulder with your book. "I don’t mean that type of pleasure!”

He winks and says, “I know. I’m just joking with you,” before looking back down at his notes.

You don’t want to stop flirting with him, so you think of doing something else to pass the time. When you finally come up with something, you say, “I really don’t feel like working anymore. Let’s play truth or dare.”

Dylan snorts and shakes his head. “No, that games overrated. You never find out anything good and the dares are always lame. Have you ever played Are You Nervous?”

“No, what’s that?”

“It’s sort of silly. You touch the other person and ask them if they’re nervous until they finally break and say they are. If they give in then you win.”

“Well that’s completely different from truth or dare but I’d rather do that than this stupid project.”

“I’ll start.” He places a hand on your knee and asks, “are you nervous?”

You can’t help but chuckle at how easy it’ll be to win. You say no and ask him the same question as you place a hand on his chest, uncertain if that’s even a good place to start. Dylan says no and takes his next turn. He slides his hands up to your thighs and you say you still aren’t nervous.

Before you can take your next turn, he leans toward you and to your surprise, you don’t pull away. His lips make contact with yours as the two of you fall completely onto his bed. He gets on top of you and breaks away from your lips to kiss you neck and collar bones. Dylan’s hands roam your body ferociously and yours do the same. You tug at his hair and feel his back muscles as he reaches under your shirt to tease you by placing his hand over your bra to feel you up. Shorty after he begins removing your shirt all together. He leaves a trail of kisses from your chest down to your belly button before coming back up to meet your gaze.

You lock eyes for a second before he comes closer to whisper in your ear, “Are you nervous now?”

Hello, baby. Part 13

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I kiss him and thenI let out a sigh, “Well, my mom was beautiful from what I remember. She had long brown hair and bright green eyes. I remember her voice being so soft and gentle. As for my dad, well he wasn’t much of anything.” I look at him and he still has his eyes on me.
“He was a drunk and in some deep trouble with drugs. He would make me go on runs with him because he figured people wouldn’t shoot at a little girl. When I was 11 I, I actually killed someone to protect him, I still don’t know why. He was never happy, no matter what. He was really violent. I remember my mom never tried to stick up for herself, she would just take it so I wouldn’t have to, but she killed herself when I was 8. I started to become her, i took her place.” He squeezes my hand letting me know he’s still there.
“I realized why my mom always had a full face of makeup around me, it was to cover the bruises. I had to start doing the same. I was heading down the same path as my mom. So, I moved out when I was 17. I didn’t want to end up like her, or like him. He died a couple years ago and it felt like I could breath again.” I let out a deep breath.
I haven’t had to recall those memories for a long time. They still feel like fresh wounds. He leans down and kisses my forehead.
I give him a forced smile.
A few silent moments fall between us.
He lets out a sigh to break it, “I don’t remember much of mine. I don’t remember a mom or dad, or where I grew up. The last date I remember is, well I don’t really remember it, I just sort of have pictures that flash through my head. It was when I was a teenager I think, I was standing there, smiling. That’s it. Nothing else was happening in the picture.” He has his head resting back on the couch.
“I started getting into the crime world and I was good at it, so good at it darling. Still am.” He smiles at me.
“Things went wrong when the Bat showed up. The first time we met he thought he killed me, but he just turned me into a better version of myself. See, my skin wasn’t always this white and my hair wasn’t always green.” He laughs and I give him a smile.
“Falling into a chemical bath, well that might change your looks a little bit.” I look at his skin and his face and can’t imagine him looking and different.
“I came back and I was better than ever baby. I showed up and created the mayhem I desired. You know how strong my desires can be darling.” He runs his finger down my bottom lip.
“I did get caught once more, an asylum this time. A chemical bath and electric shock therapy, that does things to ya baby, and that’s how I became what I am today doll.”
He’s looking straight in my eyes. “Does that scare you?”
“Not in a million years.” I pull him down to kiss me.

I can feel him smile as we kiss and is cause me to laugh a little bit. 

 “What time is it?” I mumble as our lips are still attached. 

He pulls away and his bright eyes are staring deep into mine “It’s morning.” He kisses me again.
I look up at a window and see the sunrise, “Well Mr. J.” I stand up and stretch, “That was a lovely first date, but I must get home.”
I laugh and take one step, he pulls me by the waist and I land on his lap, I start laughing. 

“I’m pretty sure you needed to be punished for God knows what you did earlier,” he bites the back of my neck. 

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I get up and his hands fall to his side, I face towards him and straddle him on the couch, he growls. “Now, Mr. J, you can’t punish me for something you don’t know if I did or not.” I kiss him slowly, “but I’ll let you get away with it, just this one time.” I lean close to his ear and give it a soft bite, he grips my ass and groans. 
He picks me up and tosses me on the couch, he rips off my clothes “I think I have waited long enough for dessert.”

“J! People are going to be waking up and coming in here! Can we at least go to…”

His mouth covers mine, “Darling, if you keep talking I really will punish you.” He finishes undressing me.

I start laughing because i’m nervous that someone will see us, but I know he doesn’t care. ‘I’m sure they will hear and just not come out here, right?’

He flips me over and has me bent over the back of the couch and my knees are on the cushions, I am still laughing because I can’t believe this is happening. 
J spanks me, hard. I let out a small scream.
“What the hell J! That was really hard!” I laugh towards the end of my sentence. 

“You must of forgot doll.” He grabs my hair and pulls it, by back arches and my ass sticks out toward him more, “I get to punish you, remember? You were the one that asked for this baby.” He pulls harder and a moan escapes my mouth. 
“Thats right.” His voice is low I can barley hear him.

I feel his dick between my legs, as if I wasn’t already wet. He pushes himself against me and I wiggle myself back, he slaps my ass again, harder.
“Fuck!” I say under my breath and bring myself back to the position he wants me in. 
“You do as I say. Ok baby?”

“Yes, daddy.” I reply and don’t say another word.

“Now, play with yourself.” He commands

I do as i’m told, he is still pulling my hair and it gets me even more turned on. I moan his name as rub my clit. I hear him growl from behind me.

He releases my hair and my head falls forward, he positions himself and slowly slides himself in me, I can hear him groan and it forces me to let out a moan myself. He picks up his pace and one hand is pulling my hair back while the other is holding my hips in place as his thrusts get harder. 
My moans and screams and loud and I cant stop them, I can feel the orgasm approach.
He pulls out.
I let out a loud scream and wait a second. 
“The fuck J!” He still has my hair in his hand so I cant turn to look at him.

“This is your fault darling.” He rams himself back in me and I scream his name.

Im getting close again and my knuckles are white from gripping the couch, he spanks me again and it only brings me closer this time.
He pulls out again.
“FUCK YOU!” I scream out, my breathing rigid.

“Oh my, the princess has a filthy mouth when she doesn’t get what she wants.”
He goes back to fucking me again, he goes slow. The sensation causes my legs to shake. He lets go of my hair and has both hands on my hips, holding them up. He keeps the pace steady.

“Darling you are fucking fantastic, do you know that?” his voice is low, almost a whisper. 
His words send a chill down my spine.
His pace picks up and my back arches again, I cant take this much longer.
I am biting my lip scared to make a noise, the fear that he might not let me cum again.

He is grunting and moaning himself, i know he’s close. I meet his rhythm.
I scream out “Daddy!” and we only last seconds after. 

I fall onto the couch, my body feels extremely weak. He leans over and kisses me.

“Don’t fuck with me again, princess. It will only get worse and trust me, I don’t mind.” He smiles at me. I can’t even answer, i just nod my head and close my eyes.

He puts his pants back on and wraps a blanket around me, “You might want to get upstairs darling.” 
I forgot other people were here, but my legs are weak.

“J, I honestly can not move.” I laugh and he joins.
He picks me up and carries me up the stairs, he places me in my side of the bed and covers me with the silk sheets. 
I fall asleep quick.


I wake up, my body still wants sleep but my stomach is screaming for food. The sun is shining bright through the windows.
I throw on a shirt and some shorts and head downstairs. 
I open the bedroom door and I can hear J yelling in his office, I decide to avoid whatever situation is going on in there. 
Jackie has the house smelling delicious.
French toast today, I make myself a plate and sit at the table alone. 
J’s screams are muffled from the door but I don’t hear anyone else. Then again, who would actually raise their voice at him other than me. I smile at myself.
I eat the entire plate, I wash the dishes and then go sit on the couch and turn the T.V on.
 
Gunshots, like a machine gun. My first instinct is to run to J.
I run upstairs and I hunch down by the door, waiting to hear anything. I don’t know who is in there, my heart is pounding, I swear they could hear it on the other side of the door. 

The door slams open, I fall backwards on my back.

“What are you doing Kat?!” Its Lucas, he looks mad.

“I heard all, i heard the gunshots, I just wanted to make sure everyone was ok?” My voice is shaky. 

“Do you know how mad he will be if he sees you this close to all this? Go! Now! Run to the bedroom!” Hes whispering but I feel the urgency in his voice.

I stumble getting up but I run to the bedroom and close the door lightly. I stand there catching my breath. I get myself together and open the door.

“Good morning! Whats with all the noise?” I smile as I walk out of our room.

J just walked out of his office, “Just some business that needed to be taken care of darling. Nothing to worry about.” He gives me a smile and I cant help but smile back. “I have a surprise for you tonight, we will be leaving shortly doll. Nothing too fancy.” He winks at me. 

“A surprise?” I squeal.

“Yes darling, go get ready while daddy cleans this up.” He gives me that smile again, my knees feel weak. ‘Will I ever get used to that? To him?’

I go back to the bedroom, I throw off my clothes and raid through the closet. I pick out a black t-shirt and some jean shorts that I know will drive J mad. I pull out some purple ankle books that have a good size heel to them. They make my legs look long and that confident feeling comes flooding over me. 

J walks into the bedroom, he looks irritated, i ignore it.
He goes to the closet and changes into a white shirt and more low jeans.
‘Do you even know what those low jeans do to me J?’ I smile at him and at my thoughts.

“You ready doll? We have a detour to make.” He is at the bedroom door, holding it open. 

I walk over to him, “You look nice too baby.” and walk right by him, down the stairs and straight out the front door. 

He meets me outside, and wraps his hands around my waist, “You have my full attention darling.” He kisses behind my ear.
He’s forgiven.

He opens the car door for me and we get in the back, Jay and Lucas are with us as well as a car full of guards behind us.

“Whats the detour?” I ask looking at the car behind us.

“Work baby, don’t worry about it. I’ll be in and out.” he winks at me and i give him a small laugh.

The drive took about 20 minutes. We come to a stop and its in front of  a building that is well lit. There are huge windows all around it. it looks like it used to be an storage unit of some kind. Im sure its still a storage but for very different things now.


J open the car door and gets out and I scoot towards the door, “Oh no, no, no. You are going to stay here doll. I am going to have 2 guards on either side of you, ok?”

“I, I have to wait here? While you go in there?” I give him the puppy dog eyes, they don’t work.

“It’s not going to work. I’ll be back quick. Ok? Vic and Sam will be outside the car till I get back.”

“Come back to me J.” I pull at him to kiss me, he does.

“Every time doll.” He smiles and walks away.

Sam and Vic are very huge men, I feel pretty safe. 
Vic is on the left side of the car, his body tilted toward the building with a gun drawn. Sam is on the right side, he is facing the street and he has his gun drawn with a light on it. 
We sit, and we wait.

It doesn’t take long before my ears are ringing from the sound of a gunshot.
I can’t move.

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Another shot, blood is all over the left side of the car, Vic slides down the car.
I can’t move, I can’t scream.
Sam opens the door and pulls me down so I am laying on the seat. He stands back up and starts firing at one of the windows, i hear a man fall and hit the cement below him.

“Miss, you need to stay awake. Do you know where you are?” His hand is on my face and he is making eye contact with me but I can’t say anything.
He reaches for his phone and hits one button, “She’s hit. Vics down.” 

Seconds pass and J is next to me, he puts my head on his lap, “Hospital fucking now!” He yells at Jay and Lucas.
“Fuck!” he keeps screaming over and over. His voice sounds painful.

I reach my hand down under my shirt to my lower stomach and lift it up to my face, its covered in blood.
I still can’t feel anything. I grab onto Js arm as tight as I can, I can’t concentrate on what has happened. My mind hasn’t wrapped myself around it.

He lets out a painful grunt when he sees my hand covered in blood, “Im fucking sorry Kat. I fucked up. Im, I can’t.” 

I cant even enjoy the fact that he said sorry just now. 
J pushes the car door open before we even come to a complete stop at the hospital. He tries to be as gentle but as quick as he can getting me out of the car.
He carries me inside and there are 4 of his men behind him.

“I need the fucking doctor!” He screams when we walk in. 
Everyone stands in fear of The Joker.
Lucas let off 3 shots, “The doctor. Now!” 

Nurses scramble, and a doctor comes forward. He is sweaty and you can smell the nervous feeling on him.
“Ye-Yes Joker?” He stands a few feet away.

“Fix her, save her.” J walks up to the doctor. “She’s shot, lower abdomen. If she dies, so do you.”

Fo-follow me.” He walks J and his men back to an emergency room. “Set her down here.” 

J lays me down, my eyes are heavy, its hard to breath, and i am freezing.
“Im right here baby girl, everything is going to be fine.” 

I try to smile at him. I don’t even know if my face actually moved.

The doctor cuts off my shirt, “I-I uh need to get to that side of her Sir.”
J was knelt down my the wound, he snarls at the doctor but moves to the other side, he grabs my hand, I have no energy to grab his back.

“I need 2 nurses, their names are Hannah and Gloria, I need extra hands.” The doctor looks at J.

“Go get them Lucas.” J doesn’t stop looking at my face. 

Lucas comes back and both girls are crying, they look at the doctor for instruction.
“Shes lost a lot of blood, I need a transfusion now!” They don’t move out of fear, “He will kill us if we don’t save her, move!” the doctor yells at the 2 girls.
“They need that arm Sir. I have an IV in this one,” The doctor doesn’t look at J, he is busy addressing the gunshot wound.

J stutters to move but he does. The girls rush in and get to work.

Tears roll down the side of my face into my hair line, I can’t feel anything put a lot of pressure. I’m just scared. Really scared. 

One of the girls brushes my hair back, “Its ok, everything will be ok. You won’t feel anything other than the pressure you are feeling already, ok? We gave you pain medication through the IV.” she points to my other arm but I cant turn my head.
“I promise you, you will be ok.” Her smile is soft and warm, i believe her.

J has his eyes locked on me. I can feel the pain radiating off him. 
The medication has swept through my body. 
I close my eyes.

“Don’t, don’t sleep, Kat wak..” He is yelling.

“She is fine Sir. Its just the pain medication, she needs to sleep.” She puts her hand up to J and I know he wanted to kill her right then and there.
She turns round and goes back to helping the doctor.

“It went straight through, that’s a good thing. Its cleaned and everything is fine internally. Stitch her up.” The doctor tells the girls. 

He takes his gloves off and turns to J. “She is going to need a lot of rest, she is going to have a hard time getting up and she will need a lot of help for a while. In about 2 days she will need to start walking so her muscles don’t get tight around the wound. It needs to be cleaned morning and night everyday till we get the stitches out. It is going to hurt, she is going to be in pain. She will live though. You can cut the stitches out in 3 weeks or bring her back here.” The doctor walks past J and out the double doors.

One nurse smiles out of fear and leaves, while the other sits next to me. 

“She’s ok Sir. She’s tough.” She gets up and walk out after adjusting the IV one last time.

“I know.” He says under his breath.
He comes to my side and kisses my forehead.
He doesn’t say anything. He puts his head down on the table next to my arm and lets out a long sigh.
He looks over at the stitched up hole, “Kat, I’m not safe for you. I’m no good for you.” he grabs my hand again, i still can’t return the pressure. “Lets get her home.”

He has Lucas and Jay grab the IV’s has he carries me out.
Not a word is spoken on the ride home.

J takes me upstairs and changes my clothes, he throws everything I was wearing in the trash.
Lucas sets up the IV’s in the bedroom and J lays me down and covers me with the sheets.
Lucas closes the door behind him.

J gets in bed next to me, he pulls me close, “Im so sorry Kat.” 

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I wake up in the morning, I can barley breath from the pain. I try to sit up and fall back gasping for air. I look around for J, he’s not there.

Imagine being Bobby's daughter and the Winchesters being your babysitter, but things go south...

“Um, h-hey, Bobby.” Dean said through the phone.

“Dean? How are things going? My little girl being good?”

Dean stopped and sighed, running a hand through his hair and down his face, a movement he does when he’s nervous. “About that… um-”

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Dean froze. "Speak, boy!“

"We don’t know where Y/n is. We lost her. She’s no where in the bunker and she isn’t answering her phone.” Dean explained.

“You idjits trying to kill me?!” Bobby yelled, causing Dean to jerk the phone away from his ear. “I thought I told you not to let her out of your sight! Need I remind you that she is a hunter and a teenager?! You should have knew that she wasn’t just going to sit there and not try to go out on her own! Damn it, Dean!”

“I-I’m sorry, Bobby. I have Cas and Sam out looking for her right now. We’re gonna find her, I promise.”

Dean could practically see Bobby’s face all twisted and hard in anger, and it wasn’t something he was looking forward to seeing in person. It was intimidating enough in his head. He regretted ever trusting you in the first place. You promised to stay put while Sam and him ran to the store, but the moment you saw the shiny black car vanish down the road you were out the door, heading straight for your dad.

“You better, boy.” Bobby said threateningly. “I swear… once I get my hands on that girl…” Bobby shook his head and cleared his throat. “Find my little girl, Dean, and once you do don’t. let. her. out. of. your. sight.”

“You’ve got it, Bobby.”

2

“Babe! Look what I’ve got!” Tom exclaimed, running into the room. I looked up from my textbooks and re capped my highlighter.

“Tom I love you but I’m trying to study.” I said giving him a smile. He insisted I come over on set and watch him do a few scenes. I agreed if he would find me a place to study and he nodded happily, intertwining out fingers.

I should have stayed home.

“Awe come on Love. Take a break. We can go get something to eat and then you can go back to studying.” he smiled.

He looked like a little kid when he smiled. His eyes lit up like an anime character and it killed me. I looked at him for a while and then sighed.

“Fine. But let me finish this paragraph first.” I said, uncapping my highlighter. He nodded and started to fiddle with his toy.

“I wonder what this buttons does.” he muttered. I could hear him playing with the little toy and I smiled as I read the passage, admiring his small little outbursts.

“I wonder….” I heard him say and soon I was covered in something cold and wet.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry Love.” Tom said, covering his mouth, stifling his laughter. I glared at him and he came over to get it off.

“You’re lucky I finished the paragraph.” I said, letting Tom take the stuff out of my hair.

“Or else what? What would you have done?” he teased. I stood up and our faces were inches apart.

“Or else no more ‘our time’.” I whispered, brushing my lips against his and walking off. I looked over my shoulder, smiling and saw him staring at me.

“Come on.” I said.

“You can’t just say that babe.” he said catching up and intertwining our fingers.

“I can and I will.” I said, smirking.

anonymous asked:

(In Souji's route) -- Souji, if the situation is reversed (Chizuru has tuberculosis and you accidentally found out) what will you do?

Okita laughs reflexively, but there is something bitter and almost painful about the sound. “Tell Hijikata-san and make sure she’s sent away,” he responds. “She doesn’t have a solid reason to stay here in the first place. We’re not actively looking for her father anymore, and she’s not a real member of the Shinsengumi. All she can do around here is chores, and it’s not like nobody else can do those. Besides, if she got any of us sick, I’d have to kill her.” He gives a light sigh, somewhere between melancholy and cheerful. “I might miss her a little sometimes,” he admits, lowering his voice, “since she’s the only one who really visits me anymore—but it’d be for the best if she went away. I’m sure she’d understand.”

i would give my left leg for a quality vampire academy fanfiction about rose and lissa attending lehigh with all of the little things.

how everyone in their hall thinks dimitri works for some kind of mafia and one day he just plays along with it, scaring the humans by answering his phone calls to rose by saying ‘the deed is done’ and ‘have you found the body yet?’ how rose and dimitri are caught making out in the common by the nosy RA at every turn. the humans eventually ask how they even met and rose just sighs over dramatically, batting her eyelashes and sighs ‘he killed a guy for me.’  

and h oly shiiit the ‘i think she’s a queen’ headcanons tho

like the humans begin to suspect lissa is royalty because of how she sits and speaks and her accent and she accidentally let it slip about her palace living situation. how the one moroi in her dorm is a third year that just wanted a bag of doritos out of the vending machine to see the motherfucking queen walking to the bathroom with an avocado face mask on. 

then there’s just like violently college things

when lissa is invited to rush and she’s overjoyed even though she wouldn’t endanger human girls like that and drags rose along. they go to the winter ball and lissa surprises rose with christian showing up so dimitri gets to take her to her first proper ball. lissa is undeniably perky in her 7:30am class and humans begin to think she’s a robot. rose accidentally gets drafted to campaign in a miss lehigh pageant. lissa and rose sharing mint chocolate ship ice cream at three in the morning while they do laundry with eddie keeping watch outside. halloween parties at frat houses are a zoo but lissa can’t see past how happy she is that rose managed to cover her angel costume the entire state of pennsylvania’s silver glitter.

GIVE ME ALL OF THE ROSE AND LISSA POST TLS.

ALL OF IT. 

  • *in bed, at 221B*
  • Sherlock: *softly* ...then there's 42. MO, Molybdenum. The free element, a silvery metal with a gray cast in appearance, has the sixth-highest melting point of any element. Molybdenum-containing enzymes are by far the most common catalysts used by some bacteria to break the chemical bond in atmospheric molecular nitrogen, allowing biological nitrogen fixation.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: That *gently prods Molly's stomach* my darling, will be your first word. Molybdenum. Not just because your mother's name is in there. Sort of.
  • Baby Holmes: *kicks*
  • Sherlock: Oh, I know. She'll have you saying something like 'metatarsus' or 'coccygeal vertebrae'. I'll save you from that one, don't you worry.
  • Molly: *sleepy* In that case, I'm rescuing her from 'roentgenium'.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *giggles* You were talking to her.
  • Sherlock: *swallows* No, that would be ridiculous. She's a foetus.
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes; yawns* Whatever.
  • Sherlock: *smoothing Molly's bump* I suppose I can settle for Daddy.
  • Molly: *smiles* Good *pauses* We're still not calling her 'Holmium'.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Fine.
Oh, look, a Drarry!

Well, here it is @agentmoppet. I’m sorry it took me so long to post it, but after being kidnapped by well meaning friends I had to help my brother with his things and yeah… holidays season kills me when it comes to finding time to do anything at all. 
So, I hope you like it - even if it is late. 



Tiny Matchmakers

“Teddy, James, Al! If the three of you don’t get back here this instant you’ll be grounded until your thirties!”

Harry sighed, those boys would turn him gray before his time. He smiled at Lily, pulling her closer to him. “You won’t give Daddy gray hair, will you?” he muttered, kissing her chubby cheek. Lily giggled, her tiny hands grabbing at his glasses. He pulled away with a smile. She had a fascination with his glasses, something that didn’t end well on most days.

“Dad!” He looked up, frowning slightly. Teddy sounded rather distressed. All three of them were running towards him, but Al was tugging another child behind him. As they got closer Harry saw that it was another boy and he was crying. Well, that would explain why Teddy sounded distressed.

He crouched down, thankful when the boys slowed down and didn’t run into him. “Who’s this?” he asked. He couldn’t help but smile at the child. The little boy looked like a cherub. He was Albus’ opposite in everything, while Albus was dark the child was fair.

“He’s Scopus, Daddy.” “Scorpius,” Teddy corrected while Al grinned up at him and went right on, “he lost his daddy. I told him that you’ll find him, ‘cause you’re the bestest auror ever. Right, James?”

James nodded, smiling at the little boy. “Don’t cry. Our dad will find your dad.”

“Dad, he’s a wizard too,” Teddy added. Harry glanced at boy again. A wizard child in a muggle neighborhood. It was likely that the child had muggle parents, or at least one of the parents had some connection to muggles. No matter how much things had improved, purebloods still didn’t venture into the muggle world all that much.

“Hello, little one. My name is Harry. Could you tell me where you saw your daddy last?” The child didn’t seem to be older than Al, so he should be around four or five at most. It was fairly young, but Harry hoped that the little one would at least be able to give him enough information so that he would know where to start searching.

“Daddy said I could go play in the slide. Then we got here and daddy said we had to go back home and we went back. I wanted to play more and then there was a loud noise and I felt all squishy and I was at the slide again but daddy was gone.”

Harry almost winced. He could only imagine how worried Scorpius’ father was. If one of his children had accidentally apparated away he would have freaked. He sighed, accidental magic could be a pain.

“Alright.” He nodded, he could deal with this. “Can you tell me your daddy’s name?”

“Draco.”

Harry blinked. “Malfoy?”

Scorpius had stopped crying and started nodding, a small, shy smile forming on his lips.

“You know him, Dad?” Teddy asked.

Harry nodded. “We went to school together.”

“See?” Albus grinned. “Daddy will take you home.”

“Really?” Sky blue eyes blinked up at him and Harry almost cooed. The boy truly was adorable. He couldn’t believe that Malfoy had such an adorable child. 

“Really.” Harry smiled. Well, they were close to home. He could take all of them home and then floo call Malfoy. If that didn’t work, he would make a portkey to Malfoy Manor. He didn’t have any fond memories of the place even after all these years, but at least he knew the location and could create a portkey, he would rather not risk apparating there with all the kids. He was fairly sure he would be able to do it, but there was no point in taking the risk of splinching. “Alright, boys, you know the drill. Hands, everyone.” Teddy stood at attention, grabbing Al and James’ hands. Harry offered Scorpius his hand, and the little boy took it glancing at Harry shyly. “Now, Teddy, in front of me.”

Teddy nodded seriously and started walking. Harry smiled at the cute picture. Teddy took his job as a big brother seriously. It was really adorable to see. As the healer had explained, it came from the few werewolf traits that Teddy had inherited from Remus. Teddy saw Harry as his Alpha, while Teddy was a Beta. Teddy saw it as his duty to protect the rest of his pack, which was composed of his siblings, and Ginny when she had been alive.

A small smile appeared on his lips. Nowadays he could think about her without feeling as if his heart was being ripped out. It had been hard at the beginning, there where days where he didn’t know if he would be able to make it through the day. He had his children to thank for making it. Without them he knew he would have broken. However, he wouldn’t disrespect the reason why Ginny had died. Ginny had given her life so that Lily could live.

Ginny’s pregnancy had taken them by surprise. The healer had told them after Al that there was no way that Ginny would be able to have another child, that her body had been far too battered from all her quidditch accidents. They had been saddened by it – Ginny had always wanted a large family –  but they already had three children that they loved dearly, so they counted themselves lucky.

When Ginny went to St. Mungos and they found out she was pregnant, the healer had advised them to abort the baby, that Ginny’s body simply wouldn’t be able to take it. Harry had been far too shocked to even reacted, but Ginny – little firecracker that she was – had exploded. She outright refused to abort her baby and threatened to hex the healer if he even mentioned the possibility again.

Ginny had held on for as long as possible, but just as the healer had told them her body simply couldn’t take the strain. By the fifth month of the pregnancy Ginny was on complete bed-rest, by the seventh month she wasn’t able to hold on any longer and the healers had to force the birth if they wanted any chance to save both her and the baby.

Ginny held on long enough to name their new baby girl.

They had been devastated by Ginny’s death, but they had their little flower to help them through the grief. Now, almost two years after Ginny’s passing, they were alright. They would always miss her, but they didn’t fall apart every time she was mentioned.

“We’re home!” Al cheered, jumping up and down. Al turned around, looking at Scorpius. “Wanna see my room?”

Scorpius looked up at him, before looking back at Al and slowly nodding his head.

“Great!” Al grinned. “I never had any friends over.”

“Rose came to play yesterday,” James said, turning slightly to look at his brother.

Al rolled his eyes, looking at James exasperated. “Rose isn’t a friend. She’s our cousin. It’s different.” Al shook his head, clearly not understanding how his brother didn’t know that.

Harry grinned, opening the front door and ushering the children inside. Al immediately grabbed Scorpius and started dragging him along. James trotted after them. “Keep an eye on them, will you Teddy?” Teddy nodded, and Harry handed Lily to him.

“'eddy!” Lily cheered. “Blue, 'eddy, blue!” Teddy chuckled and his hair changed from the black messy look it had to a blue mohawk. Lily giggled and clapped. “More! More!” Teddy happily indulged her, changing his hair to all the colors of the rainbow while he walked out of the room leaving Harry alone.

Harry’s smile dropped as soon as the kids were gone. He was half tempted to call one of his aurors and hand Scorpius over to them so they could deal with Malfoy. He hadn’t seen or spoken to Malfoy since the mass Death Eater trials after the war. He had spoken in favor of the Malfoy family and he knew they had gotten off with a far lighter sentence than all the other Death Eaters, but that was as far as his contact with the family went. Hell, he hadn’t even known that Malfoy had a son as old as his Al. He knew Malfoy had married and had a kid, but that was it.

He made his way to the fireplace, in the end he wasn’t petty to the point where he would risk scaring the little boy playing with his children just because he didn’t want to deal with Malfoy. They were both adults, they would be able interact civilly for the amount of time it would take to reunite Scorpius with his father.

“Malfoy Manor!” he called into the floo sticking his head in as soon as the flames turned green, not a second later he was looking into the entrance hall of Malfoy Manor and an elf had popped in front of him. “Please, inform Draco Malfoy that Harry Potter wishes to speak with him.”

The little elf nodded and popped away.

“Potter.” Malfoy marched into the room, and even though he was trying to hide it Harry could see that he was looking pretty stressed. “I don’t know what you want but make it quick. I’m busy.”

“I have your son.” Well, he could have been gentler about it, but Malfoy always brought the worst out in him.

Malfoy’s eyes widened slightly. “Scorpius?” Malfoy whispered, his shoulders slumping. “He’s alright?” Harry was surprised that Malfoy didn’t accuse him of kidnapping on the spot, but he supposed that even Malfoy would mature with time.

“He’s fine. He was a little afraid when my children found him the park, but he is perfectly safe.”

“Thank Merlin.” Malfoy sighed. “Nelly.” An elf popped right beside Malfoy. “Tell my parents that Scorpius was found and to tell the aurors. I’m going to get him.”

“Yes, Master Draco. Yous be getting little Master home.” The elf popped away again, and Malfoy turned towards him. “Can I come through?”

Harry nodded. “Our floo is 'The Den’, and the password is mischief managed.” Harry pulled away from the floo, stepping back to give Malfoy space. A moment later Malfoy stepped through, and Harry hated just how composed he looked stepping out of the floo. Even after all this time he still hadn’t mastered floo travel. He maintained that the Floo system hated him, no matter how much Hermione insisted that it wasn’t possible.

“He’s playing with my children,” Harry told him when Malfoy looked at him. “I’ll take you.”

“You have children?” Malfoy asked, looking around at the pictures littering the walls.

“Yes, four. Teddy, James, Al, and Lily.” Harry grinned. “They’re a handful. Some days they drive me crazy.”

Malfoy nodded. “I heard about Ginevra passing. I am sorry for your loss. It must have been hard with your children.”

Harry looked at Malfoy, his eyes widening slightly. He certainly hadn’t expected that from him. “Thank you, and yes, it was hard. But we had family to help us. We’re alright now.”

Malfoy nodded, and they lapsed into silence. They could hear laughter coming from the room further down the hall. Harry couldn’t stop a smile from spreading on his lips. That was a sound that could be heard in his home every day. It was a sound he would never grow tired of hearing.

They peeked into the room, finding Teddy entertaining them by changing his looks. The other four would yell out colors and Teddy would change his skin, eyes, and hair accordingly.

“You seem to be having fun,” he remarked, leaning against the doorjamb.

The children looked at him, and Scorpius’ face lit up. “Daddy!” The little boy jumped up from his place on the floor and ran at Malfoy, throwing himself against his father’s legs. Malfoy scoped him up, hugging him close.

“Your scared me, little star,” Harry heard him murmur.

“I was so scared, Daddy. But Al found me and took me to his daddy. Mr. Harry said he would take me to you and he did.” Scorpius pulled away and grinned at Malfoy. “Mr. Harry is the bestest auror ever, like Al said.”

“Well, he must be. He did bring you back to me.” Malfoy smiled at his son, and Harry couldn’t help but stare. He had never seen Malfoy smile like that.

He only stopped looking – a faint blush painting his cheeks – when he felt someone pull on his trousers. Lily was beside him holding up her arms, and he picked her up. She was staring at Malfoy with big, hazel eyes. Malfoy, noticing the stare, turned to look at her. Slowly, Lily leaned in, her hand reaching out. She patted Malfoy’s cheek, a grin spreading on her lips. “Pretty,” she said.

Harry bit back a smile.

“Why, thank you, sweetheart.” Malfoy smiled at her. “You’re very pretty, too. You’re a little princess, aren’t you?”

Lily giggled, hiding her face in the crook of Harry’s neck.

“Mr. Draco, can Scorpius come play again?” Harry looked at Al who was standing near them looking up with the biggest puppy eyes Harry had ever seen. He almost winced, those things were lethal. They should be outlawed as far as he was concerned.

“Please, Daddy!”

Harry did wince when Scorpius threw Malfoy the exact same look. One of them was possible to resist, but two?

“I… Well, if Harry doesn’t mind.”

Sure, Malfoy, let’s throw Harry under the bus. “I don’t mind.” What else could he say?

The children cheered and Harry contained yet another sigh. Why did he feel as if he would regret this sooner rather than later?

“Hi, Mr. Harry!” A small blond blur passed him by, and he chuckled.

Scorpius had been coming to their home for the last couple of months. As time passed he had completely gone out of his shell, and he and Al were as close as could be. Teddy, James, and Lily played with them as well, of course, but Al and Scorpius were closer.

Malfoy came by more often than not as well, mostly when it was time to pick up Scorpius. Those little visits should have been quite short, but the children turned those big, innocent eyes on them, asking for just five more minutes, and they always gave in after sharing a long suffering sigh.

Malfoy and he weren’t particularly close, but they had been rather civil to one another. They were able to have a conversation with each other without it deteriorating into a snark fest. In Harry’s opinion it was a rather big accomplishment for them.

“Sorry about that.”

Harry almost jumped out of his skin. He turned, glaring at the grinning blond man. He hadn’t heard Malfoy come in.

“Sorry about that as well.” Malfoy smiled. “It wasn’t my intention to startle you.”

“It’s fine.” Harry waved it away. “Was there something you wanted?” Malfoy usually only sent Scorpius through the floo and only walked through himself when it was time to pick the child up.

“I want to invite you and your little terrors over for tomorrow. Scorpius always comes over, it’s only fair that I return the favor.”

“Well… I don’t mind, and I’m sure the kids will like it. But wasn’t Scorpius supposed to be away tomorrow?” Harry clearly remembered Al and Scorpius sulking because they wouldn’t see each other the following day.

“He was supposed to be with Astoria for the day. While I do have custody of Scorpius, she still gets to see him at least twice a week. She usually spends the evening with him, but tomorrow she was supposed to be busy in the evening with her work so she asked to see him during the day. However, there were complications at her work and she won’t be able to see him.”

“What does your wife do? I forgot.”

“Ex-wife,” Malfoy corrected. “We broke our bond right after Scorpius was born. We weren’t in love with one another. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have minded staying married. It is the same with most purebloods who have their parents arrange the marriage for them, and Astoria and I are good friends. However, Astoria was never content with settling. She always wanted the best of everything the world had to offer; including a passionate, love filled marriage. Who was I to deny her that?”

Harry nodded, he remembered reading something about the divorce in the Daily Prophet. Something about Malfoy being one of the few purebloods that had actually ever asked for a divorce.  It had been a bit of a scandal, and many rumors as to why had flown around. Harry hadn’t paid it the least bit of attention to be honest.

“And Astoria works at St. Mungos. She’s in the potion research department. So, can we count on you for tomorrow?”

“Sure.” Harry smiled. “What time do you want us over?”

“Daddy?”

“Hum?” Harry hummed absentmindedly. If he had known that being Head Auror would entail so much paperwork he would have refused on the spot. To this day he believed that Kingsley had tricked him into accepting.

“Mr. Draco is nice, isn’t he?”

“Sure, Al.”

“He’s pretty too, right?”

“Yeah.” Where had he put that damned report? He needed to have it read by tomorrow so that he could submit that month’s evaluations.

“And he’s funny.”

“Right.” Ah! Found it, evil piece of paperwork.

“Alright, bye, Daddy.”

“Bye, Al.” Now, he just had to read it and he would be free until the evil intern that was supposed to be his assistant gave him another mountain of paperwork.

“Daddy?”

“Hum?” Draco answered his son absentmindedly. He needed to finish the paperwork for their bank manager. Why had he left everything to the last minute?

“Mr. Harry is awesome, right?”

“Yeah.” Oh, right, because he hated the damned thing.

“And he’s really pretty, isn’t he?”

“He is.” Why don’t you take over the Lordship, Draco. I trust you, Draco. Why? Why hadn’t he suspected anything when his father had so freely offered him the Lordship? Damned man was only trying to escape the evilness that was paperwork.

“And he’s nice, and can bake really good cookies.”

Draco hummed, filling in the last forms. Just five more and he would be finally done. He was so happy he could cry.

“So, you can marry him, right Daddy?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Scorpius cheered – startling Draco out of his thoughts – and raced out of the room. Draco shook his head. That boy was getting more hyper by the day, he had no idea how Potter managed with four of those little menaces.

Harry narrowed his eyes at the giggling quintet.

They had been far too silent for his liking and he had gone to investigate. He had found all five of them huddled together. He just knew it couldn’t be anything good.

They whispered and giggled and then looked back at him with bright, innocent smiles on their lips.

Harry felt a shiver run down his spine.

Harry cursed as he stumbled out of the floo into a pitch black room.

“Potter?”

“Malfoy?” Harry squinted, trying to see in the dark. A sudden light flared, and Harry saw Malfoy sitting in an armchair with his wand out. “Where are we?”

“One of the rarely used family rooms. Scorpius locked me in, and you as well, apparently.”

“He locked you in?” Harry blinked at Malfoy. “How?”

“I have no idea. Not even the elves can undo it.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Something tells me that my boys are somehow involved as well.”

“Excellent deduction,” Malfoy snarked.

“Why though?”

“I don’t know. Have they been acting strange lately?”

Harry frowned. “Well, no, not that I can remember. You know children, they are always up to something.”

“Dad?”

Harry’s head snapped to the door. “Teddy.”

“Dad!” He could hear the smile in James’ tone and his eyes narrowed.

“What have you done, boys?” he asked.

“You have to kiss, Daddy!” Al chirped in.

“Yeah, Daddy, kiss!” Scorpius added cheerfully.

“Teddy, explain.”

“It’s locked with one of Uncle George’s pranks. You have to kiss the person locked in with you so that you can get out.” There was giggling after that, and Harry could do nothing but stare at the door in shock.

“Why did you do this, boys?” Malfoy asked, moving to stand beside him.

“Because Daddy said that Mr. Draco was nice and pretty and funny,” Al told them and Harry’s eyes widened. He didn’t remember saying any of it. Those thoughts might have popped into his mind as he got to know Malfoy but he had never voiced them. He was sure of it.

He determinedly didn’t look at Malfoy when he felt those eyes on him. He knew he was blushing and that would be enough for Malfoy to somehow think that what Al was saying was the truth.

“And Daddy said Mr. Harry was awesome and really pretty and nice and baked good cookies and that they should marry,” Scorpius added and Harry’s eyes widened. “So you have to kiss and then we can all live together and we can always play.”

More giggling followed and then they heard little footsteps running away from the door.

Harry stayed frozen in place, looking at the locked door. He didn’t even try to open it. He knew what prank product they had used. He knew there was no way out of it unless they did as they were told. He would need to talk to George about what sort of things he was giving his children.

He was doing a fantastic job ignoring Malfoy’s eyes on him, but it was becoming more difficult by the second. Gathering all his Gryffindor courage he glanced at the taller man.

Malfoy was looking at him, he wasn’t even trying to pretend he wasn’t. His eyes were darker than Harry remembered, and he wasn’t sure he liked the smirk that was on those lips.

“So… we have to kiss to get out of here?”

Harry cursed in his mind when his blush darkened and that smirk grew. Malfoy took a couple steps towards him, and Harry stumbled back into the wall. Why did Malfoy suddenly look like a predator?

Malfoy caged him in, leaning closer. “It’s just a little kiss, Harry.” Harry felt his heart skip a beat when Malfoy murmured his name. Then warm, soft lips were covering his own.

It was chaste, a brushing of lips more than anything, but it made a warm shiver run down his spine. Without his consent his arms wrapped around Malfoy’s neck. He felt the smile against his lips before a tongue swept at his bottom lips, followed bit a tiny nip. He gasped softly, and Malfoy – sneaky Slytherin that he was – promptly invaded his mouth.

Harry moaned – drowning out the click of the locked door opening – and lost himself to the emotions coursing through him.

A moment later Malfoy pulled back, a soft smile on his lips. “I don’t think we should marry right away, but I wouldn’t be adverse to a date.”

Harry looked up into those gray eyes, only then noticing just how fondly they looked back at him. Slowly, he nodded, and was graced with a smile he had only ever seen aimed at the children. It was honest, warm, and Harry wanted to see it many more times.

Draco leaned in for another kiss, and both men pretended not to hear the giggling and cheering coming from the opened door.

Gon Comforts a Grieving Killua

This request comes from an anon! This is my first attempt at a HxH audio, so if you like it, let me know :)

Anonymous said: Gon comforting Killua after he remembers his past/he kills someone else (I’m soooo happy you like HxH!!!!)



Script:

*Killua crying*

Killua…what’s wrong?

Go away, Gon.

Well that’s not gonna happen.

*After a little crying and a sigh* 1,342.

What?

…That’s how many people I’d killed before I met you, Gon. 1,342…and I remember every single face.

*After a pause*…And?

W-what?

That’s your past, Killua. You haven’t killed anyone recently unless you had to, right?

N-no…but I-

Then that settles it. The Killua I met before, and the Killua I know now are two different people, in my opinion. Who you were, and who you are now…they aren’t the same person, and you shouldn’t let what other Killua did, because you’re not responsible for his actions.

Gon…you’re so stupid sometimes…

I know I am.

…Thank you, Gon. Thank you so much.

anonymous asked:

Make something with Timmy and Doggos

“Okay, yes I like dogs but do we really need another one?” 

“tt, you know they kill them if they don’t get a home Drake” Tim rolled his eyes at his roommate and little brother. “No I thought they sent them to live on a farm Dami” The kid was making that extremely obstinate face so Tim let out a sigh. “yes okay that’s really sad, but we already have 3 dogs, a cat, and a parrot who only swears in the Penguin’s voice, and the only reason batcow doesn’t live with us is because we’re on the 3rd floor” Damian kept making the face.

“fine tell me about him” Tim said flipping open his book for his Freshman writing course. Damian relaxed slightly “He is a Russell Terrier, he’s about 4 years old, has the horrible name Captain Wiggles, which will have to be changed at once if he is to live with us” Tim looked up a nasty smile growing on his face. “No, you want this one kid, the name stays, you can have 4 dogs if one of them is named Captain Wiggles” Damian’s face screwed up like he was trying to eat broken glass. “fine!” as Damian stormed off to his room trailed by 2 of the dogs and the cat Tim smiled to himself and went back to his homework. Titus padded up and placed his massive head on Tim’s lap looking up at him with his big doggy eyes. Tim scratched the dog between the ears.

If he was honest he didn’t mind the animals, Damian took good care of them. Where Damian found the time to be Robin, take a full load of classes and watch 3 dogs Tim didn’t know. He lived with Damian and he barely understood him. Like why he’d insisted on going to college when he was 16 and being a Freshman with Tim at the same school living in the same apartment. As he patted Titus and chewed his pen he thought maybe this dog might be really his, rather than Damian’s, that might be nice 

I don’t even know how many words this is. Super short, though. Shaytham! Feat. lil’ Connor :)

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Nothing Left to Say

Originally posted by shadylaady

Requested By Anon.

Request: 10 and 19 with the Dauntless Leader Eric!!!! 😘


“Come on Eric!” I beg. “What’s wrong with having a little fun?”

He looks at me. If looks could kill, I’d be dead. But I’m used to getting these stares, so I can handle it.

“Nothing’s wrong with having fun Y/N.” He sighs, “It’s just that I’ve got a lot of work to do. You go on and have fun.”

“No. I am not going anywhere without you. I’m pretty sure this paperwork will be here when you get back. Please! Just for a half hour?”

He hesitates. “Fine. Only a half hour.”

“Yay!”

I grab his hand and drag him towards the party. We could hear the music halfway across the compound. When we got there, lights were flashing, people were drinking, dancing, gambling. Though, most of the girl’s clothes were too revealing for my taste, the men didn’t seem to think that at all, because wherever the women went, the men’s eyes followed.

“I’m gonna go get a drink.” I say and walk off.

I wasn’t planning on having a hangover the next morning so I only got one cup. It burned as it went down my throat, but I didn’t care.

After a good ten minutes of sipping at my drink, and watching everybody have fun, I realized that I still had to get back to Eric. Once I finally found him, I stopped. He was leaning against the wall, eyes scanning the sea of people. His arms were crossed, making his muscles bigger. He looked really handsome. An idea came into my mind. There was something that I had always wanted to do, and this was the perfect time to do it.

I walked over to him and pressed my lips against his. He was tense for a moment, but then soon relaxed. But the kiss didn’t last as long as I had hoped.

Eric pulled away quickly. “What are you doing?”

“Kissing you. Duh.”

He notices the cup in my hand.

“You’re drunk aren’t you?”

“No. This is still my first cup. I just wanted to kiss you.” I say honestly.

“Why?” He asks.

“Because I like you.”

Surprise appears all over his handsome face. Then that surprise changes to caring. Then it changes back into its usual seriousness.

“You shouldn’t.” He says.

“Why not?”

He looks down and shakes his head. “Because I’m only going to break your heart, Y/N. I like you too. Really. But it’s going to happen. And I don’t want to be the reason that you’re crying.”

Sadness swept over me. How could I have been so stupid. Of course this would happen.

“But I love you.” I whisper, looking down so he can’t see the tears in my eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” And then he walk out of the room, leaving me there with nothing left to say,