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Torn Between Brothers

Rebekah x Reader

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: you are in love with Kol and Klaus Mikaelson and calls Rebekah, your best friend, to help you deal with it.

*requested

Word Count: 1314

“Rebekah?”

Yes, what happened, Y/N?”

“Can you come over, please? I sort of need to talk to someone right now…”

Okay, I’m coming, just give me a minute.

She hung up and, once more, you were all alone and free to become a victim of your own thoughts. They had been so overwhelming lately. Well, since you discovered yourself completely in love with Kol and Klaus Mikaelson. Yes, the awful psychopath and the big bad hybrid, both part of the oldest vampire family in the world. And, also, if all of that is not bad enough, they were your best friend’s siblings. You could picture how mad Rebekah would get. 

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and find the strength to open up with someone about the subject. It was hard, though, because, so far, you have not been able to understand what the hell was going on with your feelings. And it was not because you did not take some time to think it though, to analyse who you liked more. Klaus was the very thing you should not have and you want it so badly. His soft words and kind gestures, heck, he was intoxicating. Kol, on the other hand, brought out the crazy on you. The way he would show up in the middle of the night in your room just to stole a kiss from you was so bloody hot. How in earth would be able to choose between them? 

“So, darling, why you sounded so desperate on the phone?” Rebekah said, unexpectedly and making you jump forward, scared. 

“Oh my God, Bekah, can’t you knock like everybody else?”

“I’m your best friend and also an Original vampire, which means I’m not like everybody else. Now, spill the beans.”

“You’re such a sweet person!” You remarked, ironically. “But you’re right, I need to get it out of my head before I go nuts.”

“Well, I’m all ears for you, darling.”

“Ok, hum… Shit, it’s hard.” You gasped, frustrated. “I want to tell you, yet, I feel like I’m going to throw up if I do.“ 

The blonde narrowed her eyes and crossed arms, looking at you sceptic. You sighed, knowing you had to suck it up and tell her. Still, they were her brothers and, eventually, you would hurt one of them by choosing. When this become so hard?

“Okay. I’m going to say it.”

“I’m waiting.” You gulped, biting your lower lip. “You’re a weird person, Y/N.”

“Yes, I know that. Now here it goes: I’m in love.”

“Seriously?” Rebekah raised an eyebrow. “You were all nervous just to tell me you care about someone?”

“Not quite that.” You said, pursing your lips. “I’m in love with two guys.”

“What?!” She questioned, stunned. “Y/N, care to explain me what the bloody hell is going on?”

“That’s not it.”

“There’s more?” You nodded, slightly. “Damn it, Y/N! Go ahead. Finish. I’m definitely eager to know who are them.”

“Yeah, about that, promise me you won’t be mad when I tell you.“ 

"Why would I be?”

“Just promise.”

“Okay. I promise. Now, tell me.”

Never, in your whole life, you had ever felt more scared than right that second. Rebekah had an inquisitive look and you knew how much she hated when you took so long to tell her something. Again, it was not an easy thing to do. Especially because she was related to them, which made impossible for her to be impartial. You giggled, nervous, and finally let it out:

“It’s Klaus. And Kol.” You whispered, hoping she had missed it. 

“Y/N, are you serious?”

“I wish I wasn’t.”

Rebekah, unexpectedly, chuckled. And embraced you in a hug. Instead of yelling that was wrong and being mad, she seemed genuinely happy. You frowned and looked at her as if she had a horn in her forehead. Come on! You needed someone to tell that being in love with two maniacs was a horrible mistake. Because, honestly, it seemed impossible to do it by yourself.

“You’re going to be my sister in law!” She squeaked.

“For fuck’s sake, haven’t you heard what I told you?”

“So what you’re in love with them? I’m sure you love one more than the other. Now you just have to pick.”

“It would be a lot easier if I did know which one.”

“Oh. Oh!” Rebekah widened her eyes.“And you want me to help you choose?”

“Yes. It’s exactly what I want you to do.”

“No. I can’t. Out of my reach.”

You shook your head, letting out a huff and starting to pace restlessly in your room. What you were supposed to do? Because if you choose Kol, Klaus would probably dagger him, which would be terrible. And, if you picked the hybrid, the younger Mikaelson would flip out and probably would end up boxed. Both scenarios were dreadful and you did not want to put yourself or the brothers in that situation. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, you though, feeling uneasy.

“Stop!” Rebekah cried, grasping your shoulders. “You’re making me nervous.”

I’m nervous! And you refuse to help me.”

“I said I can’t help you choose. You have to do that alone. But I can help.”

“Enlighten me then.”

“First, go out with them. Like, in dates. Oh, and make sure they know you feel like that.”

“Rebekah, my life it’s not a bachelorette TV show. And I don’t need to feel like I’m a prize.”

“I’m just trying to help.”

“I know that! And… Thanks. I’m aware of how messed up this is.”

“You’re my best friend, Y/N.” She pointed out, hugging you one more time. “Now, if I were you, I’d call and ask them to come here.”

“Okay, if this goes wrong, I’ll blame it on.”

“Hey!”

Letting a loud laugh come out, you reached for your phone and then dialled Klaus’ number. Even though it was risky and it would probably bring a bad outcome, you should come clean to them. After all, they deserved to know and it would make you feel better. Eh, so you hoped.

Hello, love.

“Hey, babe, can you come over?”

I’ll be there in a second.

“Wait, is Kol with you?”

No, but he’s close. What do you want with him?

“I kind of need to talk to both of you… Can you come?” You requested, using the “I’m crying, please answer all my wishes” tone. It always worked.

Okay, We’ll be there.”

For a second you though about giving up. If it was hard telling Rebekah, who, by the way, was lying lazily in your bed and acting like nothing was going on, imagine having to face your beloveds and let them know you did not have faintest idea who you wanted to be with. Definitely a good talk. “Y/N, keep it together!”, you thought, shaking your head and trying to focus on how better you would feel.

“This will be fun.” Rebekah said.

“Yes, I’m a complete wreck, but, sure, very funny.”

“You have to relax, Y/N/N. My brothers seem like alpha male type, but they are just boys.”

“Do you think I can handle it?”

“Of course. I know you and I know them. I’m pretty sure it all work out fine.”

Both of you heard a thud downstairs. Okay, so they had arrived and you needed to go there and talk to them. For the thousandth time you freaked out. When exactly did you become such an insecure woman? You used to be this girl who would go and make things happen. All right. It was time to bring your other self back.

“Good luck.”

“You’re not staying?”

“Oh, no. You should have privacy. But if they fight, send me a video.”

“You are a bitch!”

“Go to your boys, darling.”

“Fuck you, Bekah.”

“I love you too.“ 

Then she disappeared.

You gulped and went to your living room.

It was time to face the beasts.

One Exciting Ride (Gaston x Reader Coffee Shop AU)

One Exciting Ride: Chapter 3

Chapters   1   2   (you’re here)  4   5    

Word Count: 1816

Notes: I was lowkey lazy and I didn’t think anyone would actually read all of the descriptions, so I just used a photo reference for a thing or two. 

Warnings: There’s a penis. 

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“Well now,” Adam began, standing up and dusting off his skinny jeans. “I’m off to win this bet.” 

“No way, bro!” Gaston yelled, grabbing his friend’s flannel sleeve. “You can’t start yet! We’ve gotta wait for the upload!” 

“We must do nothing,” the blonde smirked, pulling his sleeve away. “I can leave, you can stay here.” Without word, Adam rushed off to flirt with Belle at her counter. 

“You fuckin’ jackass,” Gaston muttered, crossing his arms and kicking his feet up on the counter. The upload was hardly at 20% and Gaston was losing precious flirting time! “Since he’s technically here…” 

Gaston stood, slung his back over his shoulder and made his way towards the door. Adam wasn’t able to notice him slip out the door as the blond was too busy showing off his countless Instagram crossfit videos to Belle, trying to weasel out her username to slide into her DMs. 

Strutting his way across the street, Gaston opened the door to the cafe only to see you putting your apron up. “Darling!” Gaston called out, holding his arms up for a hug that you bypassed. “Oh, what is this? Leaving so soon?” Once again, Gaston was met with a cold shoulder as you opened the door and exited. 

“Darling,” he muttered through a forced smile, following you and grabbing you on the shoulder. “Where are you going?” 

Startled, you turn round to be met with a smiling Gaston. Knitting your brows, you removed the earbuds that had previously gone unnoticed by the tall teen. “What do you want?” You ask, genuinely confused as to what the heck was going on. 

“Where are you going off in such a rush?” He repeated with a laugh, “I wanna hang!” 

“Since when?” You scoff, knitting your brows and shaking your head as you made your way to your car at the end of the street. “Last time you said anything that wasn’t your coffee order was in, like, the sixth grade when we were math partners.” 

“That’s not true!” Gaston protested, getting into step beside you and wrapping an unwanted arm around your shoulder. 

“Oh really?” You chuckle, putting back in one earbud. “What’s my name?” 

….

“Exactly,” you sigh, opening your car door- the town was so small, you needn’t worry about locking it- and getting in and starting the engine. “And to answer your previous question, your mother is in labor and the nanny is on maternity leave. I’m going to your house to watch your siblings, since Mr and Mrs Desrochers obviously can’t trust you to watch them.” 

With that, you slammed your door shut and put-putted away in your tiny little car. 

After huffing at the sight of your dusty little Beetle putting off into the distance towards his house, Gaston pulled out his phone to see no notification from his parents. “Why didn’t they tell me about mom?” He groaned, calling his father only to hit voicemail. 


Pulling into the Desrochers’ driveway felt more suited to be riding in a carriage than a shitty little Volkswagen. The house was a family estate owned by Gaston’s family since the 1800′s, apparently one of Gaston’s ancestors was a pretty dope war hero who had honours heaped on him by Napoleon. Go figure. 

You parked in your usual spot in the garage and made your way into the mansion, autopilot kicking in and taking you to the den only to be mobbed by excited children.

“(Name), I missed you!” 

“(Name), I missed you more!” 

“Nounou! Nounou! Nounou!” 

“Did you hear, Nounou?” 

“Maman’s having the baby!” 

Gilly, I wanted to tell her!” 

“Well I got to it first!”

And so the night of babysitting begins. 

Juliane and Germain Desrochers were good at roughly two things: making money, and making babies- rarely at the same time. With more money than they know what to do with, the pair seemed to gain a million with every child they had. 

At hardly past 49, Juliane Desrochers is on her 11th child. She and Germain married young back in ‘87- talk about town is that they got married because Juliane got pregnant considering their first child was born hardly 8 months after the wedding, but Germain insists it was a premature birth (*Oprah meme* which is the truth?). Either way, the two of them seemed happy enough, so there was no love lost. 

They’d given Gaston three older siblings; Jocelyn (30), Jeannine (25), and Jade (19); all of which had moved out on their own or were currently in college. Then there was obviously Gaston, who is almost 17 and the oldest boy in the family, then his six younger siblings: Gerald (12), the twins Gilles and Jeannette (9), Gerard (7), George (5) and little Julie (2). Not to mention the newest edition to the family who is currently entering the world, Geoffrey. 

So it was understandable that they not only had a daytime nanny, but also had you on speed dial for when they just didn’t feel like dealing with their miniature humans. 

You didn’t mind the extra work, you didn’t always like the coffee shop and loved kids- not to mention the pay was per child, per hour- AKA a heckin’ lot.

“Okay, cutie, Nounou’s here,” you chuckled, picking up the two year old and resting her on your hip so she’d stop shouting “nounou” repeatedly. You’d gotten the nickname when you first started babysitting them three years ago, George was Julie’s age and couldn’t pronounce your name. Nounou stuck. 

“So, what shall it be tonight kids?” You hiked Julie up on your hip a little bit before looking at the 5 children in front of you. “Moana, or Trolls?” 


Gaston huffed, sitting in his car at the edge of his driveway as he thought through the best way to go about wooing you in the shortest amount of time. Then it hit him like a three pound dildo to the face. The most obvious way to get into a girls pants! 

Pulling out his phone, he texted a friend, who texted a friend, who knew a girl who knew a cousin who knew your brother who got Gaston your number. 

Looking through his pictures, Gaston chewed on his cheek as he looked for the best angle to send you. 


Currently sitting in the Desrochers’ den, you, Jeannette, George and Julie watched Moana- Gerald thought he was too old to watch Disney movies and Gilles didn’t like Moana, so they were playing computer games the game room upstairs. The hours ticked on and you’d watched Moana, then Trolls, then Aladdin, and now you were enjoying Moana one more time for good measure. 

Julie had curled up in your lap during the first showing of Moana, and had fallen asleep before Prince Ali was sang in Aladdin

“Sing for us, Nounou!” George smiled, hopping in his seat beside you on the couch. “Please!” 

Sighing with a smile, you looked to the phone in Jeannette’s hand and internally thanked the heavens. “Sorry hon, it’s past your bedtime.” 

“It’s only 8:30!” Pleaded the brunet boy, puffing out his lip in a pout while giving you sad eyes. 

“And what kind of note did you get from school today?” 

George recoiled on himself, looking at his feet and sighing. “A bad one…” 

“What happens when you get a bad note?” 

“I go to bed 30 minutes early…” 

“Exactly,” you nod, standing up with Julie in your arms. “Now, off to bed with you. I’m gonna go drop Jule’s off in her crib, then I’ll be in to tuck you good night.” 

“I can finish Moana, right?” Jeannette inquired a bit too loudly, almost waking the toddler in your arms. 

“Yes, but-” you held out your palm, balancing the sleeping toddler on one hip. “You know the rules, no phones after 8:30.” 

The night was pretty routine, considering the woman of the household was pushing a miniature human out of her cervix as we speak. All the children in bed by 9:30- since it was a Friday, Gerald got to stay up an extra thirty minutes, much to his sibling’s chagrin- and everything cleaned up by 9:45. 

You didn’t expect for Germain to be home tonight, and you hoped Juliane was currently having a peaceful moment with her oldest- and newest- children in the hospital with her husband. Thankfully, the Desrochers’ mansion was fully stocked with enough rooms for a good sized village, so you went to your usual spare bedroom and pulled out your bookbag, ready to get ahead on Monday’s homework since you had the time. 

You’d almost gotten through writing a paper for English when you received a message from an unknown number. 

Grabbing your phone, you shrugged and clicked the notification. It was an image. It took a bit longer than you’d like to load, but as soon as it did you let out a short shriek and slammed the phone down. 

Making sure what you saw was what you saw, you took another peek. 

Yep. 

That’s a penis. 

“Who- in- the- world,” you shuddered before lifting your phone to see a follow up message you just received, quickly using your other hand to shield your eyes from the offensive image. 

Like what you see was followed by a winky face and an eggplant emoji. 

->Um no 

->Who the duck are you

->Fuck*


Belle gagged, “He sent you a what?” 

“A dick pic, a very, very unwanted dick pic.” You shuddered, holding your phone between your shoulder and your cheek. “How’d he even get my number?” 

“Good question,” Belle responded. She had you on speaker, you could tell she was reorganizing her room at the moment. “Why would Gaston send you one though?” 

“Who the fuck knows,” you sighed, scrolling through tumblr on your laptop. 

“What was it like?” Belle asked out of pure curiosity, you could hear the shuffling of books in the background. 

You scoffed, “Are you curious as to how Gaston’s pecker looks?” 

“Well, who in Villeneuve isn’t?” 

“Probably Adam,” you chuckled, ‘I’m sure he’d seen it a few thousand times to not be curious anymore.” 

“Dude, I am 98% positive they’ve made out at least once.” 

Knitting your brows, you reblogged some particularly dank memes before taking a sip of the cola beside you. “Why’s that?” 

“Just to see who’s better at it, ya know?” She explained, picking up the phone and sitting on her bed, now finished with her renovation for now. “Like a who’s dick is bigger type deal, but with tongues.” 

“I can’t unsee that visual now.” 


Meanwhile, Gaston drove down the empty dirt roads that lead to his only other best friend, Drama Nerd Lefou’s house with a smug grin on his face and Kanye West blaring out of his speakers. He was sure that oughta make you wanna be more friendly. It was his best after all.

Beastie (Gil x Male! Reader)

You walked through the campus of Auradon, a book in hand and your long hair running free. Being the younger brother of the king is hard and people never seem to want to give you a break. So, you gave yourself breaks. You have a loose Auradon hoodie on and are headed toward the fountain when you see the limo drive up to the beast statue. It is odd. You wrack your brain for the possibility of Ben telling you about new students, but you do not find anything. He does not tell you a lot anyway.

Out of the car comes three people you do not really identify, you can only remember the girl because she crashed cotillion. Your eyes are drawn the tall blonde one and you can see him scan the horizon and land on you. You stop staring and feel your cheeks flush. You start walking away, back to where you wanted to go. You finally end up at the fountain and you sit, opening up your book. Maybe if you read for long enough, you could be transported into your book.

-

After a long couple of hours, you decide that people might be looking for you and you might be late for fencing team practice. You run back to school and stop by your room to drop off your book before going to fencing team to see that you are indeed late.

Lonnie stands with her arms crossed and you smile innocently.

“Sorry, Lonnie. I was reading,” you say and sigh, picking up a mask and a sword to join the group.

She lets out a laugh and shakes her head before running the group through drills for about half an hour. After that hour is up, she lets us go and I look up to the viewing balcony to see the three VK’s from earlier that had arrived. Uma and the other boy, Harry, you think his name is, are walking away. But the one you saw earlier was staring down at you and your cheeks flushed again.

The boy smiles and leans on the railing.

“I’m Gil,” he says cheerfully and waves.

You wave back and bite your lip nervously. You look so gross and sweaty, your long mane of a hair was everywhere. You were not attractive at the moment.

“I’m (Y/N),” you say shyly.

He grins and nods.

“Whose son are you? You look familiar,” he says and narrows his eyes at you slightly as if he is trying to figure out who you are.

You smile slightly.

“I-I’m Ben’s younger brother,” you say softly. You were unsure of how he is going to react because of the fact that people in the Isle did not favor King Ben at all.

He nods and thinks for a moment before grinning.

“AH! So you’re Belle’s son,” he says and smiles, looking seemingly dreamy.

You shrug and nod.

“Most say that I’m more like her than my dad at times, but I guess,” you say and smile slightly.

He grins and nods. You look up at him, wondering whose son he is.

“What about you?”

He shrugs and looks somewhat impressed by himself but still kind of goofy and cute.

“I’m Gaston’s son,” he says and looks down at you but before you can say anything, he adds onto what he said. “But, I’m nothing like him. I promise I won’t try to kill you.”

Gil’s cheeks flush at the comment, but you just smile.

“Have you been shown around campus, yet?” you ask.

He nods.

“But, only briefly, because Ben had to leave.”

Your smile widens.

“Then, can I show you around the campus after I take a shower.”

Gil’s mouth drops slightly but he nods quickly and smiles brightly.

“I’ll wait for you here.”

-

He is cute. Amazing and adorable. Gil proved to be an awesome person as you show him around, but he was still Gaston’s son. And, his father still tried to kill your father. It is hard. You never thought you would find anyone, Ben was always the guy who needed to find a queen. And anyway, you like boys. Your parents do not know. It scares you to think about liking Gil.

One day, as you were reading by the fountain, Gil walks up with a big smile and you look up and cannot help but smile as well.

“Hello, there,” you say softly and mark the page of your book before putting it down.

He brings his hand from behind his back and a rose is in his hand. Your eyes widen and your cheeks flush. What the heck is he doing?

“Er, I don’t know how dating works here but I would really like to bring you on a date,” Gil says and holds out the Rose. “I also asked your brother what your favorite flower was and he was scary.”

You grin and laugh taking the rose and hugging Gil tightly.

“Yes, I would love to,” you say softly and he wraps his arms around your waist.

And that is only the beginning.


-


A/N: So I kinda love this because it is adorable. I also need to add the things up top on my other posts. Also, I need more requests!

Tagging: @theshipperoflife @2cool1002

Please Don’t Fight With The Flower Boy

who?: Yuehua’s Justin Huang
genre: 🌸
type: scenario
word count: 4560

the ‘Our Two Lips’ flower boys
LDH | PJH | PWJ | KJH | IYM | LGL

• unlike many other of his co-workers, Justin is forced to work as a flower boy for the Summer
• is he going to maintain his 'bad boy’ persona he holds in the circuit?

I hope you guys think this plot is good because I really love it!! I love Justin, where tf are the three other boys, Yuehua explain yourself. Brb I’m going to raid Yuehua’s dungeon.
Thank you so much for requesting this anon! I hope you like it. 💖

- Admin L 


The wait was killing him, the tense atmosphere was strangling him. Justin wanted nothing more than to get out of the principal’s office. The cold leather of the sofa gnawed at his thighs, he could feel the ice slowly creeping up his spine. Justin’s head was hung in shame, his face still burning hot.

Click, clack.

The telltale sound of his mother’s high heeled shoes echoed through the corridor right outside the room he was sitting in. Her heels seemed to pierce the silence, breaking his peace and quiet.

At least it’s only ma…..

Justin could not look up to meet the eyes of his mother even after she had entered the room. He winced when he spotted his father’s business shoes enter a few seconds after.

And now…for the grand entrance of Principal Dickhead, he groaned internally, rolling his eyes at his principal.

“Ahh! Mr and Mrs Huang, thank you for taking the time to come down. There are some matters to discuss…regarding your son.”

The warm and soothing hand of his mother rubbed his back. “What happened?” she asked. “What did my son do?” Her kind eyes met her sons shaking ones. “What happened?" 

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A Bit of Encouragement

Jaune collapsed the ground, his weapons falling from his hands after that very intense training session. “HURTS….”

Oscar was not too far behind him, collapsing right next to the blonde on the ground of the small training area the group had found since arriving in Mistral. “SO MUCH….”

Qrow simply scoffed. “Geez, Ruby wasn’t this winded when I started training her and she was younger than you two.”

The two males shouted in unison at the older huntsman. “DON’T PUT US ON HER LEVEL!”

The drunken shape shifter shrugged before he turned his attention back to the teens. “Fair enough, and I suppose it’s a good thing you acknowledge that. And you are lasting longer than your first session. Out of the rest of us, you two are more….conventionally normal.”

One of Jaune’s eyebrows raised in questioning. “Conventionally normal?”

Qrow went on, before turning more of his attention towards Jaune. “Normal is whatever works for you I find, but you two probably had the most considered normal upbringings of this group. You two aren’t fighters like how Ren and Nora fought with each other to survive or trained at young age by other fighters like Ruby. Oscar is understandable since he was a farm hand, but you…. you’re vastly behind where you should be.”

That hit nerve for Jaune as he visibly cringed while Oscar merely observed.

Qrow saw the effect and sighed. “Look, I can’t claim to understand what Ozpin was thinking when he let you into Beacon, but if it weren’t for the fact that our options are limited, I would have sent you home a long time ago. Can you honestly tell me you could face someone like Cinder, someone even your partner couldn’t handle on her own?”

Jaune looked downward as he spoke. “…no.”

The huntsman shook his head before turning around to head back to the Inn. “That’s what I thought. We’ll pick this up again tomorrow….and uh, don’t tell Ruby I said that unless you want more exercises tomorrow.”

Oscar stuck his tongue out a bit at the huntsman’s retreating form. “Jerk!”

Then the farmboy turned his attention to Jaune, who was still looking down in silence. “Hey….Jaune…it’s okay, you’re not that bad. You’re ahead of me.”

That didn’t get the desired effect as the blonde spoke softly. “He’s right though. I’m nowhere near where I should be; where everyone else at Beacon is.”

“Hey, there were probably a couple of people that hadn’t fought as much as Ren, Nora, and Ruby have. You just had the extreme luck of being surrounded by very gifted and much more experienced people.”

“That’s…..not it.”

Oscar looked at Jaune in concern. “What do you mean?”

Jaune finally looked up at that and sighed before going on. “My family has this sort of reputation of turning out great heroes. My father, my grandfather….heck my great great grandfather fought during the Great War. I grew up on those stories, wanting to be just like them. Kind of childish I know, but still it was my dream.”

Oscar shook his head. “I may not come from a very notable family, but I don’t think that’s childish at all.”

“Yeah, well, I wonder how people would react if they learned that the latest son of the Arc family, known for their heroics, was never even trained by his family.”

Oscar was slightly confused, feeling Ozpin’s undivided attention to what was being said. “What?”

“You heard me, my father never trained me. No sparring lessons, nothing about Aura or Semblances, forbidding me from enrolling in combat school. If anything, both him and my mom seemed to encourage me to become anything else. When I told them I was going to Beacon, I could see it on their faces. They were expecting me to fail.”

The former farm boy but his hand on Jaune’s shoulder in comfort. “Jaune…”

The blonde’s voice turned hysterical then as his volume rose. “And I guess, maybe it wouldn’t bother me so much if they had told me why or I wasn’t the only one they treated like that. But, I have seven sisters and ALL of them were trained! Not all of them are fighters, but they at least know how to defend themselves! I wasn’t even taught that! I wasn’t even….given a chance to try.”

There was silence between the two boys for a few moments, Oscar piecing all this information together while the headmaster in his head was morbidly quiet.

The fight seemed to drain out of the blonde as he looked back down. “You know, sometimes I wonder why Ozpin let me in. He must have known, the other teachers noticed something was up, but he let me stay anyway instead of sending me home. Maybe….if I hadn’t been let in….Pyrrha could have gotten a better partner…and maybe she’d still be here. Qrow’s right, I’m not a warrior.”

That led to a more uncomfortable silence that seemed to stretch on. Oscar could feel Ozpin in his mind, wanting to say something but didn’t seem to have the exact words for it (a surprise, usually the wizard was very detailed).

Finally, Oscar sat up a bit and stared at Jaune. “Maybe Ozpin looked you….and he saw potential.”

That got the teenage boy’s attention and when he saw blue eyes were looking at him, Oscar went on. “You’re right, you’re not as skilled a fighter as Ruby, as much of a powerhouse as Nora, or have great control over your semblance like Ren. But Jaune….look at where you are, look at where you started! The fact that you’ve come so far in that amount of time, says so much about what you’re capable of.”

Jaune’s eyes dimmed a bit at that. “I had help.”

“True, but that doesn’t change that you did it. And then there’s all that stuff that came from you.”

Jaune looked at him questioningly. “What stuff?”

Oscar bit back a laugh as he went on. “In case you haven’t forgotten, last night you whipped all of our buts pretty handily at Remnant the Game. Even Qrow, as much as he’ll say it was just luck.”

The blonde looked sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head. “I just…play a lot strategy games, that’s all.”

“Yeah well, it shows. I have never seen someone able to think up tactics on the spot like you can. You may not be the best physically, but you make up for that with your mind. Then there’s way you just pick upon things; whenever Ren, Nora, Ruby, and I are bothered, you immediately catch on to that. You know when to talk to us and when to give us space.”

Jaune’s expression dimmed a bit at that. “Hasn’t always been like that.”

“Everyone makes mistakes and you’re learning. Being to able think logically and emotionally, that’s a gift I wish I had Jaune. And you chose this path all on your own Jaune, you didn’t have to be here but you chose to be here. Maybe….what Ozpin saw wasn’t someone who could just fight….but someone who could lead.”

“But Ruby is just as….”

“Don’t get me wrong, I like Ruby a lot, I wouldn’t have drunken death glares thrown at me every opportunity if I didn’t. But….she’s a warrior first and a leader second. You, on the other hand…..I could definitely see you leading people.”

Jaune’s face tinged red with embarrassment for a moment before it faded as he smiled. “Thanks Oscar….made me feel a little better.”

Oscar smiled in return. “Anytime, you’ve listened to me more times than I can count. Makes sense to return the favor.”

The blonde male smile as he got to his feet. “Well, I’m going to head back to the Inn and get a shower. Want to come back with me?”

Oscar shook his head. “I’ll be along in a while, just want to clear my head here for a bit.”

Jaune walked away back in the direction. “Suit yourself, I’ll make sure to tell Ren and Ruby.”

Oscar smiled, watching the young Arc walk away. Once he was out of sight, Ozpin spoke. Oscar…thank you.

“Didn’t do it for you.”

I know, but still thank you. I wanted to talk to him before all of this, but there was so much else to be done…I thought I had more time then I actually did.

“…..Ozpin, you said you let Jaune into Beacon because of….reasons. What were they?”

….I’m sorry Oscar, but I’m not ready to share that just yet.

Oscar sighed, frustrated with the headmaster in his head. “You know, for someone who talks a lot about trust, you’re not a very trusting person.

Fair enough. I promise, I’ll tell you the full story eventually. For now….let’s just say I knew his great great grandfather pretty well.


Whoa, lot of personal head canon territory with this. I kind of wanted to make sense of why Jaune was underprepared as well as what makes Jaune a good leader.

Oh Ozpin, I’m pretty sure you knew Jaune was unqualified. I’m hoping we’ll get to the reason why you let him in eventually.

Next time, I might list my ideas for my future RWBY story.

Helpline || Chapter One

Chapter One! I hope you like it! Feedback is appreciated!


Delicate, soft fingers tapped a beat against the leather steering wheel of Jasmine’s 2011 Ford Fiesta as the radio played softly in the background. After a weekend in Seattle, Washington, the eighteen-year-old girl was beyond ready to go back home. Although Portland, her hometown, was also fairly large, the craziness in Seattle was too much for her. She turned the radio up a little bit as she got closer and closer to Portland.

The car beeped, signaling the check engine light to turn on. Jasmine sighed and thought about pulling over. She was only a few miles outside of Portland, and, despite the warning, she desperately wanted to go home. Making a decision to just go easy on the car, Jasmine slowed down a little bit, angering the people behind her. She ignored the honk from them and continued going five miles under the speed limit.

Too soon, her car started beeping rapidly and she smelled the scent of burning rubber. Jasmine groaned, thinking of all the possibilities of what was wrong with her car. She forced herself to pull over, earning glares from everyone behind her. She took a deep breath as she turned her car off and sat there for a moment.

Dear God, please let everything be fine. She prayed before getting out of the car. She counted to five before opening her eyes and seeing that one of her tires blew out. Great. Jasmine sighed before walking to the back of her car and opening the trunk. With wide eyes, Jasmine dug into all of the equipment she stuffed back there early that evening when she left Seattle. After searching for about six minutes, Jasmine’s dyed-blonde head popped up from the trunk with a look of defeat. She’d forgotten that she had to take her car jack out so she’d have enough room for all of her stuff. She took out her phone and checked the time -  2:24 a.m. There was no way she was going to call anyone.

“Dang it, Jas,” Jasmine muttered as she closed the trunk in defeat.

With a sliver of hope and lots of faith, Jasmine grabbed her ukulele out of the front seat and climbed on top of the hood of her car, hoping someone would notice her as they drove by.

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Acknowledge Part 3

A continuation to “Acknowledge”. Dan’s relationship with his boss Phil Lester has finally become official.

Warnings: Pre-Smut

Louise had arrived to work extra early for a change, mostly due to the fact that she planned to bombard Dan with questions about his weekend with Phil as soon as he got here. She set her handbag and coffee down on the desk and turned on her computer.

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Love, Actually [Part 1]

Nerves

TMR Cast Imagine Series [ next ]

Pairing: Thomas Brodie Sangster x Reader (eventually)

A/N: Really just wanted to write before heading out for a client. Y/N joins as a new member in the TMR cast and being a fresh face in the industry, she is very intimidated and shy to meet everyone else whose already so close to each other. Decided to make this for filming of The Scorch Trials, not really gonna delve into Y/N’s character in the film or how it deviates from the actual story line just to make this less confusing. Might be making future parts?? Idkkkkk

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naruhina; chance

rating: K+
prompt: “I’m a punk singer and am hiding from fans in a florists and you work here and are snarky and funny and are adorable go out with me?”
a/n: another cute NH au because I haven’t done one in a while (no, i’m not using this as an excuse to take a break from writing smut for nhsm watchu on about) i also tweaked the prompt so it’s not exactly like that. enjoy!

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How the heck do they keep finding me?

The adrenaline surging through his body pulsed through to his feet as he ran as fast as he could. The patter sound of footsteps following him as close as they could hastened the pace of his heart with every step he took forward. He made the mistake of glancing behind, the sharp eyes of his pursuers reminded him how he was cornered into a dangerous game of chase where his safety legit hung on a thread.

The surroundings around him seemed tinted a somewhat burgundy shade with his sunglasses slipping a little down the bridge of his nose from his hasty running. The beanie tightly snug around his head pushed down his bangs till it impeded his vision slightly so he depended on his instincts to avoid bumping into pedestrians. He had hoped the further he ran, the faster the pursuers would lose hope and concede in defeat.

This mouse and cat chase had been going on for nearly twenty minutes and it didn’t seem like he was able to shake them loose anytime soon.  

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The Cell Phone Swap

Summary= Two strangers accidentaly bump into each other, only to make a fateful mistake: they mix their phones. And as much as Lucy wanted to get hers back, he only seemed focused on flirting with her. [Modern Day AU].

Pairing= Nalu.

Rate= T.

Chapters= 1/3.

Word Count= 1655.

Hope you like this little fic I wrote for you~

Lucy Heartfilia’s day had, again, started horribly wrong.

She’d always thought that working in her something she enjoyed would bring her bright days, with nice workmates and boss, where she could put all of her into it. Being a journalist, she’d thought problems wouldn’t be a problem.

Oh how wrong she was.

Of course a place where gossip was all that mattered would be a web of lies and conflict.

And of course her boss would be a dick, too.

“Lucy,” her coworker, Yukino, popped her head behind the door with a sad smile. At least she was someone nice. “Mr. Jiemma wants to see you.”

Lucy cursed under her breath, putting everything she owned back into her purse, already knowing what would happen. She kicked the wall with all her strength before leaving her small office, heading to her final destination.

The pity, false looks the others gave her were the last straw to her sanity.

A younger girl opened the door when she arrived, and Lucy grumply made her way over Jiemma’s desk. The horrible man, owner of Sabertooth Magazine, looked at her hardly, his enormous figure too big for the small table.

She’d never liked this man, and she would never do.

“So, Miss Heartfilia,” he started, his hard voice sending shiver through hers as she sat, and not the good shivers. “Lately our company has been having some… little difficulties,”

“Yes.” Lucy said through gritted teeth. She wasn’t in the mood for stupid formalities.

“That’s why, I’m so sorry to say this,” Jiemma continued, not sounding sorry at all. “You are fired.”

Lucy did her best not to flip the table over and shout, “Oh… okay.”

“We hope you can carry on with your life, and we wish you the best.”

Before she jumped over and strangled him with her tiny hands, she stood up and left, ignoring all the glances and giggled behind her. To top of it all, her high heels were killing her. She heard Yukino calling her in the distance, but Lucy wasn’t in the mood of kindness, either.

All she wanted was to curl up in her bed and take a long nap. Probably until next year, if possible.

Storming out of the large building, Lucy glared at everyone on her way in the streets, mentally cursing the bad weather and the gray clouds and everyone who was truly happy.

Why her? Why did everyone have to be against her? Damned world.

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2040

hey, can i request a steve reader fic? 11 august is my birthday, so its kinda my birthday gift.. steves son from the future traveled thru time by accident and found out how his parents met, coz thats something his parents wont discuss bcoz its too funny and embarrassing? and later tag me?? Tq - @shamvictoria11

A/N- Happy Birthday I hope it was great!! Also I couldn’t think of a name for yours and Steve’s child so I named him shamelessly after Bucky.

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

2020

“How did you and daddy meet?” your five year old son, James, asked at breakfast one day as he ate his cereal and swung his legs.

Your eyes met with Steve’s over the table for a brief moment and you both had a silent conversation of ‘we’re not telling him’. “Um, we met at a party,” you lied, not so smoothly.

“Yeah, your uncle Sam introduced us,” Steve elaborated and you nodded in agreement, thankfully your son didn’t seem to notice.

“Okay,” he said quietly, eating his cereal quietly for the rest of breakfast and you and Steve let out a sigh of relief.

2026

“Dad how did you meet mum?” James asked slowly as he and Steve prepared dinner, you would be home a little late so it was up to them to make dinner and not burn the kitchen down. Steve was a god awful cook no matter how hard he tried.

Steve had a brief moment of deja vu but shook it off, “At a newspaper stand,” he said without thinking and internally cursed his imagination.

“Uh-huh,” James said in a ‘go on’ tone.

“We both wanted the last copy of new york times. I said she could have it if she gave me her number. She did, I called her and we went out,” he gulped quietly, hoping that story sounded believable. “Why?” he glanced at his son.

James shrugged, “No reason.”

2029

“Say, mum,” James started as he slid next to you as you worked on your laptop, “How did you meet dad?”

You bit your tongue and continued to type for a brief moment as you thought, “Well, James, you know that your dad was Captain America?”

James nodded.

“Well, I was working as a receptionist at the Avengers Tower, so I saw your dad every day for a few months before he plucked up the courage to ask me out,” you gave a little nod, how you wished that story was true.

Your son hummed and you couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking before he was out of the room leaving you to get back on with your work.

2040

James was now twenty five years old and was hanging out with his uncle Tony in his lab. He had decided he wanted to be an engineer of some sort as a career and Tony was letting him hang around the lab for a while and shadow him.

Tony had gone off to get lunch, he was currently working on some big project that he didn’t deem necessary to tell James about. Whilst he was out James walked through to the cordoned off room and explored, inside was a large metal circular contraption with a huge hole through the centre.

He flicked a switch and the machine turned on, a clear blue light erupted from the hole. Fascinated, James touched his hand to it and was surprised when his hand went all the way through the portal. He was going to pull his hand back and turn everything off before Tony got back but an unknown force tugged on his hand.

The force pulled his entire body through the portal and he was free falling for a long few seconds then his body collided hard on the pavement. He looked up and saw that he was lying down in the middle of a busy street and people were walking around him as if they didn’t notice he had appeared out of nowhere.

Standing up he looked around and recognised where he was. He was outside the Avengers tower that was for sure but there were some differences, the signs that he knew from his daily walk to work looked fresher and new. The fashion everyone was wearing was practically decades old, heck even the Avengers Tower looked in better condition. In that moment James knew what had happened and where he was.

2014

James slowly walked inside the Avengers tower, there was a small petite blonde receptionist tapping away at the computer. He walked over to her, “Excuse me, miss? Sorry to bother you but could you tell me the date?”

She looked up at him, “August 11th.”

“And the year?” James prompted.

She squinted at him, “2014,” she said slowly, “Have you been drinking?”

James quickly shook his head, “No, sorry. I just, I need to see Mr. Stark.”

“He’s very busy.”

“I know but it’s very important,” he pleaded.

The receptionist sighed, “He’s fully booked but he’s throwing a party down at the bar this evening, you could catch him there.”

James nodded, “Thank you.” He began to walk away then turned to face her, “Do you happen to know any receptionists by the name Y/N Y/L/N?”

She shook her head without looking up from her computer and James finally left. If you weren’t a receptionist then how had you met his dad? He had already figured that most of the ways his parents met had been lies because of the amount of times they changed the story over the years when he asked. Though, he had no proof he was from the future if he could produce reliable information about his own parents, how was he going to get Tony to trust and help him get back.

You had been invited to one of Tony Stark’s infamous parties. You were an old buddy of Sam Wilson’s so you had received an invite, you decided to go but you weren’t looking forward to it all that much. When you arrived there was already a swarm of people and loud music, thankfully Sam spotted you and pulled you over to meet his friends.

“Y/N, my friends are so great, you’re gonna love them,” Sam yelled over the music and you could tell that he was already tipsy if not mildly drunk. You held onto his wrist as he dragged you through endless crowds towards a booth at the back where you assumed his friends were.

James watched from aside as everyone partied, he had been one of the first to get there and Tony hadn’t showed up yet so he was waiting for him and denied any drinks, he didn’t want to be drunk out of his mind.

He had spotted his father in the crowd with his Uncle Sam and Uncle Bucky, they all looked younger but it was certainly them. He watched as they downed several beer bottles each, Uncle Sam getting more tipsy without the aid of the soldier serum. Still, there was a small bottle which he recognised as the special Asgardian liquor that his father and Uncle would sometimes drink at special occasions.

They all laughed and had fun together, it was odd for James to watch it. He had always thought of his parents as, well, his parents, but watching his dad here clearly without a child and getting drunk with his friends was incredibly weird for him.

His Uncle Sam got up and his eyes followed him as he disappeared into the crowd then returned soon later dragging someone with him. It only took a split second for his to recognise you as his mother, there you were looking young and free.

From this perspective, James had a perfect view of you and Sam going up to Bucky and Steve.

“You’ll love them!” James heard Sam yell.

“Stevie, Buck, this is Y/N,” Sam introduced you at the same time as Steve was trying desperately to uncork a bottle of champagne. Steve had been struggling for a while and the bottle got shaken, just as Sam said your name the cork popped and flew directly at your face and hit you in the eye. The assault was soon followed by you being covered in the exploding champagne.

James couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before him, he watched his dad rush forward and begin apologising for opening the champagne all over you. He grimaced when he saw that you had got a small cut near your eye from the impact, James assumed this would be the part of the story where you would wave him off and he would help clean you up and his parents would begin the journey of falling in love with each other.

Instead he watched as you full on decked Steve in the face, sending him crashing back into the table.

He would have stayed and watched what happened next but he saw Tony enter the bar and had to tear himself away to speak to him whilst it was still possible to have his attention. At first Tony didn’t believe James was from the future but after he took him back to his lab and took a few blood tests he confirmed that he had the DNA of both Steve and you.

Tony helped James get back to the future where he belonged, James described the machine that had taken him back to this time period and Tony wrote it all down. A week later Tony had built a similar machine, James looked it over and curled his lip.

It looked a lot shakier and less well built than the one from the 2040’s but the familiar clear blue portal was in the middle. With a deep breath James stepped through the portal and was free falling once more, this time he landed back in the lab.

James jumped up, he was back, it was the future again and he was alive. He breathed a sigh of relief and switched off the time travelling portal. Tony wasn’t back yet so either no time had passed or a lot of time had passed and the place was just unused. “FRIDAY?” James asked hesitantly.

“Yes, Mr. Rogers?” the A.I. replied.

“How long was I gone through the portal for?”

“3 minutes and 21 seconds,” came the robotic voice.

James hummed happily, “Thanks FRIDAY.”

“You’re welcome, Mr. Rogers.”

2040

James was back visiting you and Steve for Sunday dinner. “So, guys, how did you meet? I don’t really remember.”

You and Steve glanced at each other, “Just, y’know, around,” you said, stuffing food in your mouth so you wouldn’t have to speak.

“We met at the cinema,” Steve supplied, pretending to remember, “I was sat in your seat.”

James hummed, “Right, how did you actually meet?”

You choked on your mouthful and Steve almost spit out his drink. “How-how do you know that’s not how me met?” you asked cautiously.

“Because every time I ask that you tell me a different story,” James said smugly.

You and Steve nodded, that was fair.

“I opened a champagne bottle and the cork flew and hit her eye, it broke the skin. Then your mum punched me in the face,” Steve said plainly.

James laughed and you swatted Steve’s arm. “I did not punch you in the face,” you protested.

“Doll, you decked me. Sam and Bucky are witnesses,” Steve chuckled.

“How did that turn into a relationship?” James asked with a smile.

“I followed her round until she forgave me, I could tell she was interested in me,” Steve grinned.

You scoffed, “More like Sam and Bucky told you to ask me out because you were oblivious,” you corrected with a smart smile.

“But you were interested in me,” Steve countered.

“It was love at first punch,” you smiled.

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A/N- Hope that this was everything that you wanted!! Happy Birthday <3 Let me know what you thought, requests are open xx

so many overdue projects but it’s kuroken month so who cares?? on the other hand i can’t believe i forgot it was june i thought i missed it omg

title: utterly, undeniably, hopelessly
pairing: kuroken
tags: for kurokenmonth prompt: firsts. falling in love with your best friend. lots of that shoujo sparkle and kuroo being a sap.
summary: The first time Kuroo realized he was utterly, undeniably, hopelessly in love with his best friend, he walked into a wall.

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Here is the jasico anime con au I said I would write.  Thanks to librosylozasucia for reading through this.  My awkward nerd boys.

Jason is a bit caught off guard when he and Leo walk into the hotel.  It’s not that he hadn’t been expecting… well, weird things, but the full extent of it just sort of blows him out of the water.  When he’d agreed to go with Leo to an anime con, he’d known he probably wasn’t going to be around your average crowd of people, but he’s seen a few animes and he likes them well enough.  He assumed he would fit in okay, meet some cool people, and Leo wouldn’t be alone.  God knows his best friend isn’t the most gifted at social interactions.  

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I'll Always Be Right Here - Solangelo

Remembering Bianca was always hard for Nico, no matter how much time had passed, how many hours he spent grieving her. It was the fourth year since her passing, and as the anniversary of her death neared, Nico found it harder and harder to get out of bed. His eyes would open, the sun would filter through the cracks of his curtains, but he felt like he had no motivation to do anything, no motivation to live his life. His sister was dead - why should he have motivation to live?

The emptiness his sister left behind seemed to grow as the days passed and now, at the anniversary of her premature death, he couldn’t even find it in himself to sit up. Instead, he lay silently under his warm duvet, wishing to feel something other than numbness. Pain, sadness, anger, something. But he knew that wishes didn’t come true, so he continued to lie alone, longing for the one person who he’d never get back.

Unlike the other campers, who seemed oblivious, Will had noticed Nico’s sudden absence to all his usual camp activities almost immediately. He wasn’t exactly alarmed when the younger boy didn’t show up to the the bonfire three days prior, but when he wasn’t at breakfast, lunch, or dinner the next day he knew something was up. He decided to go to Percy Jackson, a guy who seemed pretty close to Nico, to ask about his absence, but the raven haired teen had simply shaken his head and told him that Nico was fine. Well, Will was Will and Will didn’t take “fine” as an answer. Years of working in the infirmary had taught him that when someone said they were “fine” they weren’t actually fine.

So Will went to Annabeth Chase for answers, but she had basically said the exact same thing as her boyfriend - that Nico was fine. She did, however, add that the son of Hades had some “things” to deal with that couldn’t be helped, which simply made Will want to help even more. What could he say? As a son of Apollo, he wanted to help and heal people. It was in his blood. Well, that and the fact that, although he’d never admit it to anyone, he had grown feelings for the younger boy since the Giant War’s end.

Fast forward two days, and Will still hadn’t seen even a glimpse of Nico’s familiar face. Everyone he’d gone to to ask about the Hades-born had said to leave the matter be, that Nico was fine, but Will refused to believe that Nico, who had been missing for days, was simply fine.
So despite everyone else’s advice, Will made his way down to the Hades cabin, which looked out of place under the bright sun that shone over Camp Half-Blood. The charcoal-coloured stone door loomed over Will intimidatingly as he reached the porch, and it took the blonde a moment before he had the guts to lift his fist and knock.

At first, he received no answer, but Will - being as stubborn as a bull - refused to give up, and found himself knocking on the door of the Hades cabin for a good twenty minutes until he got a reply

“Go away.” 

Will frowned, unsatisfied. While the voice belonged to the boy he’d been searching for, he didn’t expect to be so coldly rejected, which only made his curiosity and need to help Nico grow. 

“Nico?” Will called, but there was no reply. “Nico, it’s me, Will.” Again, much to Will’s dismay, there was no reply. “Nico, please?”

He kept on trying for another response, but once he realized that the chances of him getting one were minimal, he chose to try and open the door for himself. And since the cabins still hadn’t been reinforced with locks, breaking in wasn’t all that hard. Will pushed the door open with ease, but the slight pleased smile that touched his lips disappeared and was replaced with gut-churning worry as he stepped in and took sight of the cabin. 

All of the vacant beds had their sheets ripped to shreds, the floor was littered with dirt and pillows, the crimson curtains drawn to prevent any intruding sunlight, and the small mirror that hung in the far back of the cabin was shattered in its frame. In the midst of the destruction was Nico, who looked tiny as a mouse with his body curled in on itself under a thin grey sheet. His eyes were clenched shut, dark bags hanging heavily below.

“Nico!” Will cried, panic seeping into his voice. The door slammed shut behind him as he rushed to Nico’s side. “Nico, gods, I should’ve checked on you sooner! What the heck happened? Are you okay? Of course you’re not okay! You’ve been missing for three days! My gods, I’m a damned idiot…” Will’s hand came to a rest on the shoulder of Nico, who had just hardly cracked one eye open. Through his dark lashes, Will could see that Nico’s eyes were bloodshot. 

“What are you doing here?” Nico mumbled with aggravation, tugging the thin sheet that blanketed him up until it covered his face. 

Will frowned, feeling lost. He had no idea what was wrong with Nico, no idea what he could do to make the younger boy feel okay again. “What am I- Nico, I haven’t seen you in three days and everyone I tried to ask about you didn’t tell me anything other than ‘he’s fine’, even though it’s now obvious to me that you’re anything but fine. I’m worried about you.” Will reached forward and took Nico’s blanket into his hands, slowly peeling it off of the younger boy’s body and tossing it to the floor. 

Nico exhaled heavily through his nose, both of his eyes fluttering before opening widely. While they seemed to be focused on Will, they were lost and distant. “I-I am fine.” 

“Fine? You call this fine?” Will gestured to Nico’s now-uncovered body, which appeared painfully thin and weak, as if he hadn’t eaten in days, and Will was pretty sure that he actually hadn’t. 

Nico glared up at him, red eyes narrowing. “Yes, I call this fine. Now, would you leave my cabin?” He spat, but his tone wasn’t as angry or venomous as Will expected it to be - it held a certain emptiness to it that Will hated hearing coming from Nico. He was struck with a pang of concern at the hollow tone, feeling even more desperate to make Nico better. 

“Nico, ple-” Will tried, but the dark-haired boy cut him off with a sharp wave of his boney-looking hand. 

“Just go. I’m fine, okay? I’m perfec-“

“No.” The blonde’s tone suddenly hardened. “You’re not fine, and I’m sick of people believing you everytime you say that you are. Now tell me what’s wrong, why you’ve been holed up in here for the past couple of days because I know you’re not fine.” 

Nico gaped at Will, a mixture of shock and worry boiling deep within him, because while no one had ever looked past the “I’m fine”s, he had never had to tell anyone what he was really hurting about. 

His eyes stayed trained on the ruined mattress of a vacant bed across the room before he forced them to lift and meet with Will’s hard yet concerned blue ones. “Four years ago today would’ve been the day my sister. Bianca, died.” Nico said, but as the words tumbled out of his mouth without restraint, part of him wished he could take them back. He had no clue why he decided to tell Will this, no clue why he would open up so quickly and easily, and he was scared that it might’ve been because of the excessive trust he seemed to feel for the Apollo Councellor. Will opened his mouth to speak, but the exhausted-looking Nico continued before he had the chance. “And I feel like I can’t breathe. I feel like she should be the one here, not me.” His eyes shut, the threat of tears scaring him. He was Nico Di Angelo - he didn’t cry. At least that’s what he told himself. He also told himself that he didn’t cuddle or hug others, but when two strong arms made their way around his body, he leaned into them instead of fighting.

“Oh Nico…” Will murmured, stroking Nico’s back comfortingly. “I shouldn’t have been so hard on you…” He could feel Will’s head shake above him. “I’m so sorry… I didn’t know…” His grip seemed to tighten around Nico. 

“I didn’t expect you to know - it’s not… It’s not exactly a popular topic.”

The two sat in silence for a moment. “I miss her so much.” Nico whispered, and the rawness in his voice made Will’s heart clench. “I know I’m the son of Hades and I should take death a lot easier-“

Will stopped him by pulling back just enough for their eyes to meet. “No. Don’t say that - just because you’re Hades’ kid doesn’t mean you have to take death easily.” He said sternly, not letting Nico’s eyes escape their connection. “Please, don’t carry that bullcrap weight on your shoulders. Now, I’m not going to tell you that you’ll get over her death, or that she’s happier where she is now because this is the first I’ve ever heard of her. And I’m not going to tell you that I can fix you, or help you get over her.” Will’s thumb brushed lightly at Nico’s cheekbone. “But I am going to tell you that I’m right here for you if you need me, okay? Staying like this, holed up in a hostile, dark room… It’s unhealthy and won’t help anything. So come to me when something’s bothering you, okay? You can trust me, because like it or not, I care about you.” With that, Will brushed the softest of kisses to Nico’s forehead. 

Nico looked up at him, dark eyes wide. No one had ever really said anything so… So important to him, had never told him that they cared about him, and to hear it coming from Will, the man whom he thought was only acting as his friend out of pity? If his heart wasn’t feeling so heavy, he was sure it would’ve fluttered out of his chest. “Will, I don’t… I don’t know what to say.” Nico said, continuing his battle against threatening tears. Apparently, said battle was an obvious one as Will caught on almost instantly. 

“Holding back tears isn’t going to help you either, Ni.” For some reason, the sentence caused Nico to break. The younger boy crumbled, all of his weight falling onto the older boy as Nico clutched his orange shirt in his hands. Will, unsurprised by Nico’s tears - because the boy had withheld such emotion for so long, it would only be surprising if he didn’t cry - continued to rub at his back until Nico calmed down enough to mumble out words.

“Thank you.” His voice was muffled by Will’s shirt. “Thank you for being the o-only person to come here… Th-thank you for c-caring.” Nico couldn’t believe how soft and raw and out of character he sounded, but at the moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Will - the only person who seemed to make him not feel like a pile of complete crap when it came to thinking about his sister, the only person who actually seemed to wholeheartedly care about him. 

“You’re welcome.” He replied. “And for future references, I’ll always be right here.”

MYSTERY TEXTER | Chapter Three | A Gail x Holly Original Fanfiction

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MYSTERY TEXTER (chapter 3)

Gail hated desk duty almost as much as she hated being at the morgue. But at least she could drive her colleagues crazy while on desk. She grinned as she picked up a paperclip and tossed it across the desk at Chris, then quickly turned back to the computer in front of her, feigning innocence.

“Mature, Gail,” Chris said, tossing the paperclip back at her.

“I am mature; thank you,” Gail said, flashing him a wide, over-done smile.

Chris just shook his head and resumed his work. Damn. He must be in one of his pouty moods. Gail couldn’t blame him—he had just found out his ex had hidden his child from him for three years. Still, he was boring.

Gail sighed and slumped in her chair, glancing around the squad room to see if there was anyone else she could annoy. No one stood out. But then she spotted her phone on the desk’s surface and grinned.

Save me?

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Percy's Pea Problem

Hey friends! Sorry for the slightly late arrival, this is just a silly little one-shot based on a tradition that my family takes part in every New Year.
Hope you guys laugh!c: xoxo -Lucy

Word count: 1.4k
Jason’s POV

PERCY’S PEA PROBLEM

“To a new year, a year hopefully without any stupid quests and annoying gods!”

“Hera.” Percy coughed into his drink.
Annabeth snorted.

“To a new year!” The demigods said in union and tipped their glasses back. You would think that a group full of half-gods would be obliterated in their spots for wishing for a year absent of the immortals, but after what they had endured with Gaea, Jason assumed that his dad knew they weren’t speaking of the Olympians.

Except for maybe Percy, who had a score to settle with just about all of them.

“And now for the family tradition!” Annabeth emerged from her parents’ kitchen, holding a pan full of little tan peas with a stack of dishes against her hip. Jason had never heard of this tradition before, but Annabeth’s dad had briefly explained it to them shortly after the demigods arrived to his household. The idea was that if you had at least one black-eyed pea on New Year’s Eve or New Year’s Day, you would have good luck for the year to come. Jason had immediately grown fond of the idea, since being a demigod involved just about everything except good luck.

“Oh no.” Percy shook his head. “I’m gonna sit this out.”

Annabeth shot him an irritated look. “What are you talking about?”

Percy looked at her sheepishly. “My mom used to make me eat those all the time, but they gave me awful stomachaches. She always thought I was making that up so I wouldn’t have to eat them next time.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “They probably made you sick because your stomach was used to jelly beans instead of the real ones.”

Percy glanced at the small blue box in his hands. “That’s probably true.”

Scowling, Annabeth snatched the little box from Percy. “I will not tolerate you refusing to participate in this. We all scraped our asses to get money to fly here and be here together, and I will not have you sit out on something just because you have a pea problem.”

Percy threw up his hands. “They give me stomachaches!”

“One pea will not kill you!”

Jason glanced at his other demigod friends, who were also trying hard not to laugh. He believed they all silently agreed that no matter how much they loved Percy and Annabeth, it was hilarious watching them bicker. They silently watched the stare-down between the couple, wondering who was going to win.

Jason had to admit, Percy had a lot of nerve arguing with Annabeth at a time like this. It had been a long time since his Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter friends had gotten together, and Annabeth had arranged plane tickets for the Greeks to stay at her dad’s house in California for New Year’s so they could visit their Roman friends. Annabeth would never admit it, but Jason and his friends knew the entire thing drained her quite a bit. She had been rather…on edge lately. This had made Percy even more moody and temperamental than usual, because he was the one who was expected to calm her down.

Percy, who had also raised hell at the idea of traveling by plane. The only compromise was him insisting to sit by Jason the entire time, his reasons being something like “If your dad’s gonna blast me out of the sky he’s gonna have to blast his son out too”. The ride from New York to California had been the longest plane ride Percy had ever been on, and whenever the turbulence went off, he would practically sit on Jason’s lap in terror. Percy wouldn’t even let Jason get up for a bathroom break. He would say something stupid like; “If you’re going to the bathroom dude, I’m going with you.”

That was not an option.

Jason was jolted out of his thoughts by the sound of a pan slamming down on the kitchen table in front of Percy.

"Eat. The. Pea.”

“No.”

“Dammit, Percy!” Annabeth turned to Piper. “Charmspeak him.”

“No!” Percy shrieked.

Piper grinned. She began in a sultry voice, “It’s been a long day Percy. Don’t black eyed peas sound-“

Suddenly all of the glasses on the table began quivering. “If you charmspeak me, all of the contents in these glasses will go hurling at your boyfriend.” Percy’s eyes were wide.
Suddenly Jason realized that meant him. “

"Wha-Me? Dude!”

“Bro, I’m sorry, but I cannot eat that pea.” The glasses began teetering back and forth, back and forth.

“If you splash me, I will refuse to sit by you on the plane ride home!” Jason snarled.

"Fine! Would you rather have Nico get splashed?”

“Bro!”

Nico’s face darkened in a scowl. “If that water touches me I will end you.”

“Like hell it will touch you!” Will Solace squawked.

Everyone began chattering and complaining in union. Percy snapping something at Will that made Nico reach across the table, Hazel holding him back. Reyna getting an important call from New Rome and yelling at everyone to be quiet. Leo cracking jokes through the whole thing, making the situation only worsen. Piper continuing to charmspeak Percy, which only enraged him. And then there was Jason and Frank, who were trying desperately to calm everybody down.

“Shut up! Shut up! Dakota is on the other line!”

“Piper, stop! You’re only making it worse!”

“What do Greek gods wear on their feet?”

“Will, get out of my way!”

“I’m going to kill you!”

“Tennis Zeus! Ha!”

And then, in the midst of the chaos, Annabeth did something so impressive that Jason didn’t even have time to insult Leo on his terrible joke about Jason’s dad.

"Hey Percy!” “Wha-“Percy stopped midsentence, choking.

“What’s wrong with him?” Hazel cried.

Annabeth waved a hand in dismissal, staring at her boyfriend smugly. “He’s fine.”

Everyone looked worried and a little confused, except for Jason. He had watched the entire brilliant scene play out. While everyone was arguing, Annabeth had snuck a pea out of the pan and angled herself so she was right in front of Percy when he swiveled his head. When he opened his mouth to reply to his name, Annabeth had chucked the pea right into his mouth.

After a moment of clutching his throat, Percy gulped audibly and stared dumbstruck at Annabeth. He pointed a finger. “You…you!”

“Yes?” Annabeth replied sweetly.

“You tricked me!”

“I did?” Annabeth cocked her head to the side in a ‘dumb blonde’ sort of way. Percy stared right back at her, his mouth open and his eyes surprised. As he stared at his girlfriend, Jason watched his expression change to something of amusement. He cracked a smile.

"You know what? I’m sorry, Annabeth. I know I’ve been extra ornery lately. This is a party that you spent a really long time planning, and I ruined it because I was too stubborn to eat one stinking pea. My mother would be ashamed of me.”

Annabeth laughed and kissed Percy on the cheek. “It’s okay. Your Seaweed Brain moments make for excellent stories to tell the younger campers.” Percy rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were tilted upwards.

“Jason, bro, I’m sorry I almost splashed you with water and champagne. As much as plane rides suck, I would have missed holding your hand.” Percy batted his eyes and Jason blushed as everyone turned to him with raised eyebrows.

“Hey! We did not hold hands!”

“Well if you’d ever like to…” Percy slid his hand across the table. Everyone laughed as Jason averted his flushed gaze. Percy turned to Nico.

“Sorry I threatened you man, but we all know that if Hazel would have let go of you, you would have totally kicked my ass.” Percy gave him a sheepish smile.

"Heck, he would have kicked my ass if I hadn’t gotten out of the way fast enough!” Will interjected, laughing.

Percy turned to Will. “And Will, sorry for snapping at you. You’re awesome. Also, you’ll soon discover that having a partner that can kick your ass is actually pretty hot.”

Percy grinned at Annabeth, who backhanded him in the head.

Nico muttered something that sounded something like “shithead,” into his drink as his face went crimson. As everyone laughed off the situation, Annabeth passed plates around so everyone could get their dish of black-eyed peas. Jason was actually a little relieved the fighting had happened, because it seemed to have leeched the stress out of Annabeth and the argumentative attitude out of Percy.

It didn’t take long for the demigods to begin chatting and conversing with each other normally, until Leo leaned back into his chair and spoke up.

“You know, now that I think about it, I’m not really in the mood for black-eyed peas.”

Everyone halted what they were doing.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

THE END

Someone requested pipabeth and pipabeth setting jasico up.  Well, lucky for you, people setting oblivious ships up is my favorite cliche.  I like to think somewhere inside Piper there is a stereotypical Aphrodite girl that gets joy from getting couples together.

Piper lays her head in Annabeth’s lap, sipping at her soda contentedly.  Annabeth is vigorously typing on her laptop and hardly looks up, but adjusts so she is seated more comfortably in the grass.  It’s almost peaceful at Camp Halfblood today, the overcast skies and the threat of rain keeping many campers from venturing too far from their cabins. The two girls are seasoned counselors now though, and they know just the right trees to sit under to avoid any potential downpours.

“Watcha working on…?” Piper asks, stifling a yawn.

Annabeth hums.  “Plans for Apollo’s temple.  He’s never happy with it.  He wants to paint it with haikus he’s personally written himself, but none of the other gods seem too keen on that idea.”

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