but he will never ever ever ever admit it

Tree Bros Oneshot: Evan’s Birthday

AN: hey everyone! this is my first deh oneshot, so i hope you enjoy. 

July 10: Connor and Evan have been dating for a few months now, and today is Evan’s birthday. Connor has no idea what to get him, so he seeks help from his sister Zoe and Evan’s other friend Jared. Unfortunately, they’re as clueless as he is. 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,123

“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!” Connor panicked, pacing back and forth in his bedroom.

It was currently noon, and Connor had planned to pick up Evan for a little birthday date at four, but there was one problem. He didn’t have a present. 

“Dude, calm down. Just get him like a plant or something. He likes trees, right?” Jared sat in Connor’s office chair, spinning in circles and acting calmer than the Murphy boy. 

“Why don’t you buy him a Keurig? Everyone loves Keurigs,” Zoe chimed in. She was sprawled out on Connor’s bed with her head hanging upside down off the side. 

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anonymous asked:

In your /tagged/about_me you say you're male with a question mark but since you refer to yourself as a boy and you've said your pronouns are he/him so it's pretty clear that you're cis. This whole "wow don't call me cis you don't know what's in my pants" stuff is you trying to be clever or whatever but it's fucking stupid. This along with the "I wouldn't really date a boy but who's to say I'm straight" shit is just getting old you dumb fuck

Can I offer you some serious advice?

Do yourself a favor and never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER become a detective.

Joker Imagine - He’s Scared Of Losing You

Originally posted by sensuous

Your P.O.V.

My sleep was cut off short because something made me wake up in the middle of the night. The bed was warm so I knew J was next to me. Although I was tired I knew that something was wrong. He was moving a little, almost like he was coughing but he wasn’t. I turned to my side and blinked a few times so I could get the sleep out of my eyes.

‘’J?’’ I muttered and touched his back with my hand. It caused him to freeze. He didn’t move anymore. ‘’J I know you’re awake’’ I admitted and slowly sat up in bed. ‘’Go back to sleep’’ He told me with a very raspy voice. ‘’Are you okay?’’ I asked him and completely ignored what he just told me. I waited a few seconds but he didn’t answer me. He didn’t even face me so I knew something was off.

I sighed and got out of bed so I could turn on the lights. Once the lights were on, I looked behind me only to see that he had turned around so I still couldn’t see his face. ‘’J baby what’s going on?’’ I wanted to know. Was he hurting? Had something happened? I wanted to help him no matter what. ‘’Turn the lights off and get back. It’s late’’ He groaned strangely. I sighed and got back to bed without turning off the lights.

J didn’t face the other way anymore. I got in front of him and then I cupped his face. Our eyes met and I could tell that he was sad. It wasn’t like him so I was really worried. He didn’t even push me away. His blue eyes seemed kinda dull and his red lips weren’t even close to a smile. ‘’What’s wrong?’’ I cooed and ran my thumb across his cheek gently.J put his hand on mine and let out a deep breath.

‘’I don’t want to lose you Y/N’’ He finally told me what was bothering him. The fact that it had something to do with me made my heart ache. ‘’I’m not going anywhere. Why would you think so?’’ I wanted to know.J groaned and looked away from my eyes. I knew this wasn’t easy for him. He wasn’t the type of guy to speak of his emotions and problems openly. 

‘’All my life I’ve been so isolated. I never needed anyone. I fought these battles with my enemies alone. They couldn’t hurt me in any way’’ He began telling me more. I nodded and allowed him to continue. ‘’I’ve been told that I am supposed to be alone. Growing up I always said I’d never date because it would end up like a fucking disaster but I was wrong’’ He admitted and met my eyes again.

‘’I met you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me although I never tell you. Damn, I feel like I treat you like shit and one day I’ll wake up only to see that you’re gone’’ J told me so sadly. I didn’t like to see him sad but I was glad that he opened up to me.

‘’Oh J’’ I whispered and snuggled closer. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to him. He hid his face into the crook of my neck as I played a little bit with his hair. It usually made him relax. ‘’I promise that I’m going to be here by your side. You don’t ever need to be alone’’ I promised him deeply. 

‘’Also..I think that you treat me well. I feel like a princess with you’’ I admitted ever so truthfully. People could easily think that being in a relationship with the Joker would be toxic, but it wasn’t. I don’t know what was going on with him and Harley, but J and I were happy. He never laid a hand on me. He made it very clear that the king had his queen.

J turned us around so he was lying on his back and I was on his chest. ‘’What did I ever do to deserve you?’’ He asked me and then smiled a little bit. It’s clear that talking eased his mind. ‘’I could ask you the same thing’’ I answered a little cheesily. J took a deep breath and then it was his turn to play with my hair. Just as I closed my eyes and yawned he reminded me of something:

‘’You know, the lights are still on’’

//This didn’t turn out the way I planned but oh well. Thoughts?



Once upon a time
There was a beautiful princess
Who lived in a tower.
One day, a prince came to her rescue.
The prince told her he loved her
And they lived happily ever after.

Once upon a time
There was a little princess
Who lived in a small town.
One day, a prince came to her school.
The prince told her he loved her
And they lived happily ever after.

Once upon a time,
There was a young girl
Who lived in the middle of nowhere.
One day, a boy came into her life.
She dreamed he’d tell her he loved her
And they’d live happily ever after.

Once upon a time,
There was a girl
Who fell in love with her best friend.
One day, she told the boy she loved him.
She hoped he’d say, “I love you, too.”
So they could live happily ever after.

Once upon a time,
There was a beautiful princess
Who never stopped loving her prince.
One day, she admitted everything she ever felt,
But the prince didn’t love her back.
He lived happily ever after
With another princess.

anonymous asked:

Hi! :D I was wondering if you could do a Clint Bartons daughter but dating Peter Parker headcanon?

 A/n: I love the idea of this. It has to be one of my favorite Marvel x reader AUs. So i’m glad i get the chance to write it! I’d so be glad to get more requests like this.

-When Clint finds out you’re dating he completely flips out. Not because you’re dating Peter, but just cause you’re dating anyone.

-To him you’ll always be too young to date. And it took a lot of convincing from his wife to actually let it go.

-Clint would be so overprotective.

“Where are you going? Are you going out with Peter? Because i won’t allow that. Not this late.”

“Dad, it’s 5 pm. And no, i’m not. Just going to a coffee shop.”

“Okay. But you better not go sneaking off to see him! I’ll know if you do.”

“Dad no.”

-And would have a really really long talk with Peter about if he ever lays a hand on you, upsets you in any way, or steps out of place once, he will personally kill him.

-Which really freaked Peter out.

“He hates me!”

“No he doesn’t, he does this with everyone. I’m just glad he didn’t give you a different kind of talk.”

-Let’s just say that every single time Peter sees Clint he freezes up and is overly cautious.

-( He’s legit scared of PDA a bit because he expects Clint to always be watching over you two )

-Almost always going over to his place instead of yours. It’s just safer that way.

-And if you stay over night for some reason, you wake up to around 100 texts asking if you’re OK.

-And when you two spend the day at your place, Peter always brings some sort of home made desert for Clint to try and get on his good side.

-( You bug Peter about it a lot, saying stuff like “I don’t get sweets! It’s almost like you’re in a relationship with my dad, not me!” )

-None of it really works though. Clint still gives him the death glare when you only hold hands. (God forbid the time you once pecked Peter on the lips in front of him. Clint looked like he actually might kill both of you.)

-You insist that if your dad gets in the way of anything you’ll deal with it yourself and make sure he backs off.

-Which eventually happens. He does too far and you tell him off in front of the whole team.

“I don’t think you get it, Dad! I love him, and you want this relationship to fail. If it doesn’t work out because of you i don’t even know how i could ever forgive you!”

“Honey, i’m sorry. I… I didn’t know it was that serious.”

-That happened to be the first time you actually say ‘i love you’. So high key Peter is just in panic mode.

-And in the middle of a very cute father Daughter forgiveness time Peter just ruins it all by saying ‘I love you too, Y/n’ like five minutes after you had admitted it.

-( The team would totally laugh at his awkwardness )

-Clint actually said sorry to Peter for scaring him so much. And invites him over to dinner with your family. Which is big, since Clint hadn’t done that ever. With anyone you knew.

-He would never ever ever admit it but, he’s very glad you picked someone as nice and sweet as Peter.

Askbox // Prompt Lists

So I was going to hold off on posting this, but...

…we seem to be in desperate need of some Fitzsimmons lately, so here’s some minor angst that becomes like ridiculous fluff. 

AND LET ME JUST SAY THIS NOW: I know trauma doesn’t just disappear or heal in matter of days (and honestly, it probably doesn’t even here, it’s just swept under the rug a bit), but let’s be real, this show has never been great at acknowledging trauma. This is really just a way I’d like to possibly see the season end (not that I think we’ll actually be this lucky, like ever), so I’m writing it their way, skimming over the aftermath to get back to the action, as it were. 

Okay, with that all out of the way, here’s some major Fitzsimmons post-Framework fluff. Enjoy!


He was exactly where she’d thought he’d be, exactly as she’d feared; one step into their bunk, and Jemma sighed softly at the sight of Fitz curled up on the far edge of their bed, his shoulders hunched and his back to her. The weight he unfairly carried on his shoulders seemed to weigh on him physically, dragging him down and making him utterly miserable, and Jemma fought back the surge of anger that flared hotly in her chest – anger at the cause of all of this, no matter how just, was not what he needed just then.

With that in mind, Jemma softly closed the door behind her, crossing the small space to perch on the end of the bed. “Fitz?” she prompted gently.

His shoulders rose and fell on a heavy sigh, and Jemma’s heart ached at the brokenness clear in the single sound. She scooted across the bed until she was right behind him and carefully laid a hand on his shoulder. He tensed slightly at the touch, but didn’t shrug it off or pull away, and taking that as a good sign, she cautiously leaned forward to rest her cheek against his back, between his shoulder blades.

As her arms looped around his midsection to hold him to her, she whispered soothingly, “It’ll be alright, Fitz, we’ll make it alright.”

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we’re better in practice

     { spencer reid x reader // wc: 852 }
“Well, it may be alright in practice, but it will never work in theory.” All the signs say that you shouldn’t date Spencer Reid, but real life works in strange ways.

Originally posted by matthewgrayistherightway

Spencer Reid, by definition, is an awful boyfriend.

He is a textbook workaholic. The nights when he doesn’t bring home work to finish up are few and far between. It’s hard to sleep with the fluorescent glare of his lamp that’s constantly on through the night and you’d often find yourself staring at him instead of sleeping: his forehead creased with frustration and his mind too deep in his thoughts to notice that you’ve been sitting in front of him for almost half an hour. You yearn for his touch during these late nights, but your pleas for him to come to bed often fall on deaf ears.

And try as he might, he has trouble keeping his promises to you. Sure, it comes with the territory and you expected this when you agreed to date an FBI agent. But the long days without him takes its toll. Dinner plans far too often turn into frantic last minute apologies that you’ve learned to take in stride with a smile and a quiet ache in your heart.

When he is home, there’s no guarantee you’ll get all of him.

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A-Z Prompts: Raph

Requested by: @little-mrs-amicitia

F J V X please and thank you ^3^


Raph is very hot headed, as you well know, and so fights occur more often than not. They don’t even have to be over anything important, it could be something as simple as what you are going to watch on TV; except Raphael’s temper isn’t easy to handle, and so it is easy for him to flip over anything, and bring on a full-fledged domestic. He has never, and will never, do anything to physically hurt you, and after a while you begin to understand his easy aggression isn’t something he wants either, and so you do your best to forget about whatever he says, because although you fight often, it is mostly not a huge deal. And, afterwards, he is the most apologetic, cuddling person you have ever known when he tries to make it up to you. He’ll hardly ever let you go, and he will smother you with love until you forgive him – which isn’t that hard.


If you so much as breathe within a mile of any other guy, Raphael would have something to say about it. No doubt he’d lose his temper, and start shouting about how it wasn’t a surprise you were spending more time with someone that’s not a freak, and you’ll obviously argue, and tell him it was just a friend; hell even your brother better watch his back, because if Raph doesn’t know who he is, he’ll naturally assume something’s up. Casey and Leo are the worst victims – if you happened to train with Leo, or hitch a ride with Casey, Raph would bring it up later, and no doubt he’d start a fight with them, because you are his and he won’t risk losing you to them. Mostly because he knows you’d probably be better off with them, but he doesn’t like admitting that, and so he’ll protect your relationship, even if it means fighting with Leo consistently.


As you know, Raphael is a very aggressive and easily tempered turtle. And though he can be angry when around you, he would never hurt a hair on your head. If he ever did, there isn’t anything on the planet that would persuade him to forgive himself. He wouldn’t ever get over it. However you trust him enough to know, no matter how angry, he wouldn’t ever cross that line and put you in harm’s way. That isn’t to say that if one of his brothers, or anyone for that matter, ever put you remotely close to danger, he wouldn’t smash their heads in – because he totally would. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to protect you, even if it’s from himself or his family.


Raph is an aggressive turtle, but an even more aggressive kisser. It’s rough and passionate, all of the time, and you love it. He can’t help but lose himself when he’s kissing you, and therefore any restraint he might have, is out of the window as soon as his lips touch yours. But when you two aren’t snogging each other’s faces off, he is incredibly sweet. He loves kissing your forehead tenderly, unlike when it’s on the lips, because that is how he shows you he loves you.

Who says you can’t go home? (chapter 6)

I made you guys wait really long for the previous chapter so I’m doing my best to update this fic a bit faster now. 

There’s only one chapter left after this one. Thank you all for sticking with me!

This chapter: Life without Bucky is hard on Jess but she isn’t ready to give up on him yet.

No warnings, mostly plot and feels.


Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5


Who says you can’t go home?

Her eyes were drawn to his hand and the way his fingers kept tapping at the bottom of the glass. 

It was a nervous tic and he’d been doing it ever since their drinks arrived 15 minutes minutes ago. It was getting on her very last nerve and at this point she was so focused on the small movement that his words were lost on her.

And there were a lot of words, this guy literally hadn’t stopped talking for the past half hour and she was wondering if he would ever come up for air.

This wasn’t going to work out, none of them were going to work out.

This was the 12th date in the past two months and Jess had hated every single one of them. 

Sometimes it was something small like an accent that bothered her, or the way he kept pushing his glasses up his nose every 20 seconds.
And sometimes it was a bigger obvious reason, like the way he couldn’t keep his hands to himself or came on way too strong or how he didn’t stop talking about his job and how much money he made.

It wasn’t that Jess didn’t want to give them a chance, she really wanted one of them to work out. She wanted to fall in love, she felt ready to move on, to forget.

At least that’s what she told herself.

The man in front of her wasn’t bad looking, beautiful brown hair, honest eyes and an open smile. He seemed nice, and he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her too, despite of all his talking. 

Yet all she could focus on was the way his little nervous tic was driving her crazy.

She would end the date before dessert, make up an excuse about having to get up early for work, and she’d promise to call him, which of course she never would. Let him down gently, after all it wasn’t his fault.

It was nobody’s fault that all her dates failed for the very same reason: none of them were what she wanted. 

None of them were James Bucky Barnes.

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Lucky (to be Alive)

For @minglewithadingle​, because, dogs. <3

Robert’s stuck in traffic.

It’s been a hectic week. The scrapyard’s been doing well, which is good, but it’s been seeing Aaron leaving earlier in the mornings and coming home later in the evenings. And Home James has been doing so well that even with Jimmy and Rodney out on haulage runs with the rest of the drivers, Robert’s still been needed to take care of a few himself whenever he’s not been busy charming the clients through the Home Farm contract.

He’s supposed to be down south, now, stopping at a hotel for the night before heading back in the morning, but he’s managed to finish things up much sooner than planned, and he’s heading back home.

Robert checks the time on his phone. 9:47PM. If he’s lucky, he’ll make it back before Liv slinks off to bed, and before Aaron falls asleep. He’s not seen much of either all week, and he’s not ashamed to admit that he misses them. The reason he’s slowly losing his patience as the line of traffic crawls around an accident site up ahead is because he wants to surprise them both, and hopefully manage an hour in front of the telly together.

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Imagine: You and Harry get into a fight and then he apologizes

Both you and Harry had been feeling kind of off from the time you woke up that morning. It was a gloomy, gray Monday and neither of you had gotten much sleep the night before because there was a loud storm and the booming thunder made it hard to fall asleep, and even harder to stay asleep. So it wasn’t a surprise that both of you were a bit snippy that morning.

“Morning,” you mumbled to Harry when you walked into the kitchen to find him buttering a piece of toast, already dressed for the day. It had become a routine since Harry had been back from tour that you would eat breakfast in the morning together before he was off to meetings and events for the day, and then you’d spend the evening and the rest of the night together. 

“Morning, have a good sleep?” The hints of a smirk creeped onto Harry’s face as he knew damn well that neither of you had a good sleep.

“Mmm, great,” you responded sarcastically. 

“Thought so. So, erm, I know we’ve been planning on this vacation next week for awhile now, but I’ve gotta be at a promo event here a couple days after we’re supposed to leave - I know, hold on,” he interrupted himself as he acknowledged the look on your face of pure annoyance with a hint of disappointment. “But you can still leave when we were supposed to and then I can meet you there when I can get away so you can be there longer,” Harry proposed.

“Are you serious, Harry? Like are you actually being serious right now?” You asked, knowing full well that he was but not wanting to believe it. “Harry why the hell would I want to be in Venice for a few days by myself? The whole point is that we weren’t able to have the honeymoon we wanted because of your schedule! This was supposed to be an ‘us’ thing, come on.” Your mouth was slightly ajar and your arms were crossed. You just couldn’t believe his ‘Harry stuff’ was getting in the way of your time together, again.

“Hey now, you know if it was up to me I’d be there with you the whole time, but I just can’t control this stuff! I don’t think it’s very fair that you’re taking it out on me.”

“Don’t even do that, Harry. Don’t even act like you’re the victim here. Why do you always freaking do this!” You started raising your voice without being able to help it as you also found yourself unable to stop yourself from saying whatever was now swirling around in your head.

“Okay, what do you mean ‘always’?” Harry asked with a stern look on his face, lips pursed.

“I mean your career always interferes with ‘us’ stuff! And you know it, Harry. It’s like sometimes I just think how much easier it would be if you weren’t this crazy famous popstar.” You couldn’t help it at all anymore, the words were just pouring out of your mouth.

“Are you kidding me Y/N. What did you want me to do, just drop my whole life once we got together? Just give up everything I’ve ever worked for for one person? Because I worked fucking hard to get where I am and I hope you know I’m not someone who would let just one person stop me from doing what I love!” He knew it wasn’t sounding the way he meant it as the words came out but it was too late now.

“Just one person,” you whispered, tears forming in your eyes. “Just one person. You’re everything to me, Harry, you’re my husband. But maybe I should rethink your significance in my life if I’m just one person to you.” Harry knew it was bad when you didn’t even yell anymore when you guys were fighting. Because it meant you weren’t just angry, you were hurt. And he hurt you bad.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that I just -” “Stop, just stop. Just don’t follow me, I want to be alone right now. Have a good meeting,” you interrupted Harry as your tearful eyes locked on his wide ones. You backed away slowly and turned around to rush towards the bedroom so you could cry and not have to look at him anymore. At the guy who just said that you were “just one person”. The guy that you would do absolutely anything for. The guy who didn’t resemble just now the man you married. 

Harry was left standing in the middle of the kitchen, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, shocked. He couldn’t believe he had actually just said that to you but he was already running late for an important meeting so he finally grabbed his phone and keys and walked out the door, the sound of it closing only causing you to burst into tears. 

It was less than an hour later when the sound of the front door opening and closing momentarily pulled you out of your state of misery. You had been crying on and off since Harry left, mostly on, but you thought you’d have awhile longer to get yourself together because Harry was supposed to be gone until the evening. 

You looked up when the sound of footsteps reached the doorway, surprised when Harry pushed the bedroom door open to see his eyes slightly puffy and full of tears, his face stained from the crying he clearly had been doing. You sat up when he locked eyes with you, your own face tear-stained and eyes puffy as well. 

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Harry managed to say shakily, causing the tears to fall from his eyes as he walked towards the bed where you were laying. 

You were so torn between feeling so angry and sad about what he’d said earlier but also heartbroken looking at the man in front of you. You bit your lip as Harry sat on the edge of the bed furthest from you, clearly being cautious.

“I didn’t mean that at all, baby, of course you’re not just one person. You’re the only person that matters to me, the only person who could make me as happy as you do and the only person whose happiness is my number one concern even when I’m working and focused on my career. I want you to always be happy, little one, and I’m not making you happy and I’m so sorry, I’ve just been so stressed out with everything lately but that’s not any excuse.” He paused to gauge your reaction but you kept your eyes down toward the bed and sniffled when he paused. “I just love you so much, more than anyone and you are so special to me and you will never be just one person, never ever, not to anyone. And especially not to me.” He gave you a slight smile as you quickly made eye contact with him before darting your eyes away again. Harry’s smile quickly faded when he realized you still wouldn’t maintain eye contact with him. “I was thinking that if I can’t find any way to get out of the meeting next week then we should extend the vacation a few days to make up for the ones I’ll miss.” He finally stopped talking, looking at your face for any sign that you would be able to forgive him sometime soon.

“Love? Could you please look at me, I just need to know what you’re thinking. I need to know you’re okay,” he told you quietly, cautiously.

You were staring at your hands now when the tears started falling continuously. “I just don’t want to be there without you, Harry. The whole point is that we would get to be together, just us. Not your management or makeup team or the camera people or any of that, just us. But you don’t even want to be with me,” you broke off, crying too hard now to keep talking. 

“Oh baby, come here, I’m so sorry,” Harry moved closer to you on the bed and used the pads of his thumbs to wipe the falling tears from your face. “Of course I want to be with you, all the time. All the time! I just said things I shouldn’t have, things I didn’t mean, because I was tired and grumpy and I’m an idiot. But you’re my little one.” He knew that was the only thing that could help him make any progress at that point, calling you the pet name that you adored.

You finally looked up at Harry and pouted, the tears finally starting to stop falling from your eyes. 

“Hey, there’s my girl,” Harry smiled a little bit, glad you were finally looking at him again. “Love, I am honestly so, so sorry and I didn’t mean the stuff I said, I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, you are,” you finally whispered, a small smile starting to appear on your face. That made Harry laugh, and it made you feel a little better seeming him looking not so broken anymore, even though you could still see the tear stains on his face. “Just don’t say stuff like that again because it made me feel like shit,” you admitted.

“Never ever ever ever ever ever again,” Harry drew out, but meaning every word he said. “I love you so much.” Harry kissed your cheek and you put your hand behind his head, raking your fingers through his hair to show that you forgave him.

“I love you, I guess,” you told him with a slight smile on your face, causing Harry to laugh again. “But you can come make me a hot fudge sundae now,” you offered, knowing Harry would do anything to please you right now, and the smile on his face told you the same. “Wait, don’t you have meetings all day?” You asked, suddenly remembering where Harry was supposed to be.

“Yeah, but I got out of those, said I was sick. They weren’t very important anyway. You are,” Harry smiled as he stroked your cheek.

“Yeah alright,” you laughed as you both started to get up off the bed and make your way to the kitchen so Harry could make you that sundae. 

“By the way, don’t think you can just call me your ‘little one’ and that’ll get you out of anything,” you told him as you walked past him, a smile on your face.

“Got it,” Harry laughed, following you.


There you go, hope you enjoyed! Feedback/requests always welcome :)

Before it was killed, the Nightmare managed to damage Garrett’s memory. For a brief few days, he remembered nothing at all, not even his own name or who anyone was. Needless to say, Fenris was terrified when all he got from his husband was a very blank look and ‘who are you?’ when he went to tell him off for throwing his life away.

Eventually his memory began to recover with the help of his friends and family, but in places there are gaps where there shouldn’t be. So the others help to fill in the gaps with stories, dramatic retellings and Varric being told off for exaggerating or outright lying again. Fenris in particular is intensely dedicated to helping Garrett’s mind and memory heal for obvious reasons. If Garrett is uncertain if he’s recalling a certain memory correctly, he asks Fenris, and Fenris tells him if it’s real or not real.

Because Fenris never had anyone help his mind to heal. He never had anyone help him recover what was take away from him. Fenris lost everything because no one cared if he could remember the love of his mother, or the games he played with his sister. He lost everything because no one cared, and he’ll never allow that to happen to Garrett.

anonymous asked:

Could you do a rockstar/florist doc but with the roles reversed so that Percy is the florist and Annabeth is the rockstar being chased by fans?? THANKS!!

Percy Jackson is in the middle of making a bouquet when the lead singer of Athena ducks into his mom’s flower store.

She’s trying really hard to not look like the leader singer of Athena, flipping half of her hair over her sidecut, half shrugging into a jacket that covers up most of her tattoos. It’s a cropped leather jacket that’s pretty signature Annabeth Chase, but. You know. It’s the thought that counts.

“Uh,” Percy says, because coming up with clever things to say to pretty, famous girls is not one of his skillsets. “What are you looking for today, miss?”

There’s a naked panic on her face when he head flicks to look at him. It disappears behind a pair of battered sunglasses almost immediately. He thinks about pointing out that wearing sunglasses inside is more suspicious than anything else, but she’s the expert here.

“Can I use your bathroom?” she blurts.

Technically, no. But Sally Jackson has never said no to a person in need in her life, and Percy likes to think he takes after her in that respect. Mostly. He gestures with his handful of anemones towards the back, and the woman just about jumps the counter to get there.

It’s not fast enough. The little bell over the door clangs with an obnoxious force as a veritable horde of teenagers surges inside. Annabeth Chase whispers a quiet fuck and ducks out of sight. Percy doesn’t stop to think about the absurdity of a Grammy award winning artist hiding behind his counter, and just sort of rolls with it. Why not, right? He steps away from it to draw their attention, taking a couple of sprays of baby’s breath with him.

“Hey, kids.” He works the white flowers into the bouquet with quick, deft movements. “Looking for anything in particular?”

Percy has never tried to be an especially intimidating guy. He’s a florist, for crying out loud. But, you know. He’s not a small guy, either. He works out. His own tats might be flowers, but they march up his forearm in a riot of colour that speaks of hours under the needle. And when he smiles - there’s an edge sometimes, all right? The kind of grin that says ‘I’m probably safe, but, you know. Maybe not’.

Sometimes, this works in his favour. Other times, people - especially teenaged people - take it as a challenge. He sort of hopes it’s the first one this time. He spent a lot of time on the bouquet.

“Have you - did you see a girl come in here?” one of them rushes out.

“Annabeth Chase!” another one cries. “She’s blond and she’s the lead singer of Athena and she’s amazing.”

Percy scrunches his face up. “Isn’t she that one who punched that one guy?”

A chorus of sighs. “She’s so cool,” one of them offers.

“She could punch me any time, right?”

A chorus of agreement. Percy spares a moment to worry about masochism in the youth. “Yeah, she sounds amazing. But unless she’s also a flower, she’s not in here. And as much as I’d love to teach you guys about flower symbolism, that probably means she’s getting away.”

A couple of them freak out and run out of the store, sending the bell jangling again. But one scrawny little kid and his pals aren’t so easily shaken. Dark eyes glare up at him from behind an equally dark flop of hair. This kid looks like he hasn’t slept in like, a week.

“Are you two dating?”

A choked sound comes from behind the counter and Percy launches into a coughing fit before any of the kids think to look. “Allergies,” he announces. “No, I’m not dating a rockstar I’ve never met in my life. Why would you think that?”

“You look like the kind of guy she’d date.” The kid has the temerity to sniff. “She doesn’t have the greatest taste, even if her music’s amazing.”

Percy thinks about asking what the hell he ever did to this kid, but getting into fights with a fourteen year old probably shouldn’t be on his agenda. He pinches the bridge of his nose instead. “Kid, are you going to buy some flowers?”


“Then get the hell out of my shop.”

If looks could kill then Percy would have at least a bad stomach ache, but the rest of the teenagers leave. Percy gives the bell a moment to stop jangling, squinting out of the window before he calls back to the counter.

“Coast is clear. Not in an autograph signing mood?”

Her head pops back into sight, sans sunglasses, followed by the rest of her. She’s…taller than he’d expected. Not that she’d ever seemed short in music videos or candids or whatever, but he typically assumes that most celebrities have some kind of camera angle working in their favour. This woman, though - she’s kind of exactly as larger than life as she seems when she’s singing.

He might be a fan. Just a little bit.

“They’re very - excitable.” She winces. “That probably doesn’t make me seem like less of a jerk.”

Percy shrugs, heading back to the counter. The bouquet needs some more baby’s breath. He feeds the fillers into his hand, rotating the stems for even coverage. “Hey, it’s your free time, you should be able to what you want with it. I expect some serious merchandise for not dobbing you in, though.”

Grey eyes flash, and he’s pretty sure he’s about to catch some of that infamous Chase temper when she catches sight of his grin. “Ha, ha,” she says dryly. “Thanks for the save, though. Really.”

“Don’t mention it. I will get you to pass me that ribbon there, though.” He gestures at a streak of purple resting by her hand. She blinks at him for a second, before handing it over. He snaps a rubber band off his wrist, ties it around the stems, and covers it with the ribbon in record time. “Huh. Not bad.”

Annabeth Chase, lead singer of Athena, Grammy winner, scrapes her eyes over him and the bouquet. Her eyes linger on his forearm, the vines and flowers twisting their way up it in ink. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a very…unlikely sort of florist?”

“It comes up,” he admits. “I never really thought about doing anything else, though. My mum worked hard for this place.”

“You aren’t freaking out like most people do when they meet me, lately.”

He ducks his head a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “Honestly? Kind of hard keeping it all inside right now. I was hoping you’d go soon so I could do that little scream and jumping up and down thing?”

She laughs, and it might just be the best thing he’s heard - ever? Ever. “I guess I can take a hint.” Which might be the worst thing he’s heard, did he seriously just shoot himself in the foot that badly. Her eyes linger on his name tag. “Seriously, though. I appreciate this, Percy.”

“Don’t–” His voice cracks for a second, and he’s pretty sure he goes bright red. So much for holding it together until she left. “Uh. Don’t mention it.”

It occurs to him that he already said that. He thinks about offering her the bouquet, but - he really doesn’t have that level of game. Still, he can’t just let her leave. The bell jangles again, and she’s just about gone when he finds his voice again.

“Hey, Annabeth?”

She glances over her shoulder, eyebrow raised.

“I guess - if you ever need a place to hide again, you know where to come.”

Her smile lights up her whole face. He’s pretty sure his heart just stopped. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

BLACKHILL MEME: [2/5] Tropes → Truth Serum

Tony gathered them in a room and sat Natasha down on a chair while they stood in front of the two of them, waiting for him to explain himself.

“So, I’ve made an astounding discovery. Pepper, you’re here because you’re the CEO, Maria is here as head of security and Clint” he paused and frowned. “Natasha brought him, I don’t know why he’s here. It is of vital importance to this experiment that neither one of you steps in and interrupts us, no matter what might happen.” They all nodded, he already remarked that five times.

“And why am I here, again?” Natasha sighed.

“I needed a subject and you’re pretty much immortal, so” he raised a siring with a green-ish limpid substance inside. “Raise your sleeve, please.”

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“Good morning” You said, hardly sparing the greaser boy a look. “I made breakfast, it’s in the oven for you. I’ve got to get to work, make sure you lock up when you leave.” 

“Wait, Y/N, don’t leave.” He sighed, grabbing your arm gently before you could pick up your handbag. “Please, I know you don’t have work this morning. You promised that we could talk about this in the morning.” 

“There’s nothing to talk about, Dallas.” You wrenched your arm out of his grasp, sending a glare in his direction. 

“Y/N, come on… don’t do this.” He begged. “Don’t make me lose you again, come back to me. I need you, you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved. Okay? I need you and it scares the shit out of me. You think I like being vulnerable? You think I like admitting how I feel? You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” 

“If I was the best thing that ever happened to you then why did we fight so much? Why were we constantly at each other’s throats? How come you could never tell me that you loved me? There were days I thought you hated me.” 

“Oh God” He whispered, falling to his knees in front of you. His arms winding around your waist, almost like he was trying to keep you from going anywhere- like he was afraid to lose you. “No… Y/N, no…. I’ve never hated you, okay? I’m so sorry that I failed you, I’m sorry that I pushed you away.” 

“Dal” you whispered, leaning down so that you could wrap your arms around his neck. 

“If you want to leave… you can. I’ll let you go, I just wanted you to know how I felt before I did.” 

He went to break the embrace… but you kept clutching onto him, because the Dally you fell in love with was back and fiercer then ever….

“Stay, Dal… don’t leave. But things have got to change, okay? You can’t just push me away or only be honest when you’re on the drink. You need to be honest all the time…” 

“I will, I promise.”

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Prompt: You're drunk and I'm not for seungchuchu?

When Seunggil decided to study abroad in America, he didn’t imagine it would be anything like it turned out. He didn’t expect the parties, the copious amounts of alcohol, or the attention he would garner from the natives just for being foreign. Normally, he tried to avoid parties at all costs. But a drawback to being a foreign exchange student was not only that the natives all wanted to be your friend, but that all the other exchange students thought you were best friends.

The student most guilty of this was Phichit Chulanont, from Thailand. He was a very friendly and social kid, who had everyone wrapped around his little finger. He also hadn’t left Seunggil alone since the day they met. Wherever Seunggil went, there was a Phichit to follow. Even Seunggil’s cold demeanor was not enough to deter the other boy from following him and trying to befriend him.

If Seunggil was being completely honest, he had a bit of a soft spot for Phichit. A huge soft spot. But Seunggil was never honest with himself and even if he knew he didn’t hate Phichit he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, not even himself. 

But this secret soft spot he had for the boy is what led him to a party. It seems as though wherever Phichit went, people flocked, which Seunggil could admire. It’s not like he actually wanted to be there, Phichit practically dragged him there, but of course Seunggil didn’t refuse. He had many feelings for the boy that would surface at random times, but Seunggil was almost expert at ignoring them completely. Almost.

He couldn’t ignore Phichit like he could ignore Sara Crispino, or any of the countless American girls (and guys) who would try and slip him their number during class. That was always easy. He never cared. But it was different with Phichit. The day Seunggil met him, he knew he couldn’t ever ignore him. He never interacted with him, and hardly ever talked to him, but Phichit’s perseverance and patience with him were somethings Seunggil liked about the boy.

Seunggil definitely admired Phichit. Even if he would never admit it.

So of course, because of some invisible force, Phichit was somehow able to make Seunggil do almost anything.

The party was mostly uneventful at first. Many of the people there were more interested in their phones than socializing with each other in person. Seunggil found this the perfect time to slip in a few drinks, because if there was ever anything to do at an American college party, it was drink.

He didn’t socialize with anybody. Usually, if he needed to talk to somebody, Phichit was always there to do it for him. He never really thought about how much he relied on the other until then. He grabbed another drink.

At this point in the party, most people had gotten a few drinks in, and the socialization was picking up, but of course it didn’t matter to Seunggil, who sat on the couch in the same spot he’d been in all night, playing a game on his phone. He didn’t really realize, until then, how lonely he felt when Phichit wasn’t right behind him, desperately trying to make him laugh, or speak in general. He could see Phichit out of the corner of his eye. He was telling a story using grand hand gestures, full of animation. Seunggil wanted to walk over to the group, to listen in and find out what had everyone circled around Phichit, laughing until they cried. He was almost jealous that he wasn’t the one Phichit was trying to entertain. Almost. Somebody handed him another drink.

At this point Seunggil could feel the flush on his face, which only grew deeper whenever Phichit looked over and gave him a thumbs up and a wink. A girl had sat next to him on the couch, but Seunggil hadn’t noticed. She’d been talking to him for at least the past half hour, but he’d been largely ignoring her, mainly because he wasn’t aware she was there until about midway through her story. He only seemed to be able to focus on Phichit and the way he moved his eyebrows when he talked. Half a drink sat in his hand. He knew he was already plastered, judging by the way his peripheral vision was a bit blurred and he had the sudden urge to dance. He didn’t, though, and because of this impeccable display of self control, he figured it was safe to finish the last half of the drink.

Phichit offered to walk Seunggil back to his dorm room. He had to walk him back, actually, as Seunggil’s walking skills had been in mild disrepair. He held onto Seunggil’s wrist and steadied him as they walked down the street back to campus. It must have been cold, because Seunggil could see the rosiness of Phichit’s cheeks and nose, and he could see their breath in the air. But Seunggil felt fine. He felt warm, extremely warm, actually. And he couldn’t stop wondering why he’d never talked to Phichit before. He could hear the boy making small talk, like he usually did, and Phichit didn’t answer, like he usually did. But Seunggil felt a pang of guilt when he saw Phichit sigh, his smile fading slightly. Seunggil had never really accounted for the possibility that Phichit might get tired of chasing him. And, against all his better judgement, which was currently drowned in alcohol at the moment, he stopped walking. 

“What are you doing?” Phichit asked, a confused look on his face. He waited a few seconds and then smiled widely. “Come on, lets get you back to campus!”

Seunggil stood, with his feet planted on the ground. He felt as though he stood tall, although he was swaying like a flower in the wind. He took a small step forward and wrapped his arms around Phichit, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. They stayed like that for a while. Seunggil heard somebody say “I think I love you”, and it took him a while to register that it was his own voice. Phichit let out a warm, light laugh.

“Wow, those drinks really did a number on you” he stated as he stepped out of Seunggil’s grip. They reached campus in silence, Seunggil desperately holding onto Phichit’s arm. 

In the morning, Phichit had to explain why he was sitting on the floor of Seunggil’s dorm room, wearing one of his shirts, his eyes bloodshot, with piles of towels everywhere. Seunggil decided he’d never drink again. He also had no luck getting rid of Phichit after that night. He’s not sure what exactly he said to the other, but apparently it was enough to keep Phichit around, and even more in Seunggil’s face than usual. Not that he actually minded it, though.

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My best friend's brother plays soccer and apparently they have a really short and constantly grumpy goalie named Nico, who never talks to anyone but is really aggressively good and it made me think of the smol emo boy.

(Fun Fact! Italy’s most popular sport is football, aka Soccer in American.)

One day in camp halfblood, during the winter when it’s quiet and Nico is bored, he bullies convinces all the year-long campers to play a game of soccer. Nico doesn’t play the first game because he cant remember how to play, but the second game, hooo booyyy. Nico turns out to be The Most aggressive player on the field and he’s actually Good at it, but he is Too Rough and is banished to the goalie’s spot. The team they’re against doesn’t get a single goal in bc Nico is full of the power of pure spite.

The next time he goes to the underworld, he plays with a bunch of skeletons of dead soccer players and soldiers and Kicks Ass.

He also probably buys a soccer ball and colors all the white in with black and/or draws skulls on it - in sharpie of course.