close up of blue brush teeth

No More Nose Kisses Until Your Nose is Healed; 1066 words
follow up to Magnets

When Isak wakes up this morning, his face feels like it got repeatedly rammed into a brick wall and his mouth tastes like crap pill coating.  Even isn’t in bed, but he can hear him moving around the flat despite the early hour.  Isak pouts tiredly to himself, needing his morning cuddle more than usual today.

Before he does anything else, though, Isak needs to brush his teeth.

He drags himself out of bed after a brief debate over whether or not it would be acceptable to wear their duvet like a cocoon.  It’s not, he decides.  He aches all over as he pads through to their little bathroom but the thought of his mouth no longer tasting like crappy drugs tides him over.

Isak was in no way prepared for his reflection.

The mirrored cupboard over their sink hides no sins, unfortunately.  Isak’s nose is even more swollen than it was last night, the look made even better by the fact that the skin was now a painful and mottled red beneath the steristrips.  There’s a little bit of crusted blood around his nostrils, which makes him think that maybe it bled more in his sleep.

Somehow his nose isn’t the worst part to look at.

That award goes to black bruises under his eyes.  Isak’s no stranger to dark rings under his eyes, but these are completely different. Bruises so dark blue they look black, smeared under his tired green eyes.

He looks like the bloody Winter Soldier.

Shaking his aching head, Isak goes back to the task at hand.  He tries not to look in the mirror while he brushes his teeth as vigorously as he can but it’s easier said than done when your face looks like bloody train wreck.  He ends up standing with his back to the sink just to avoid his reflection.

He spits and rinses and puts his toothbrush back in their holder, flinching slightly when he closes the cupboard and is confronted by his gruesome reflection.  Isak had never thought he was particularly vain; sure he likes to style his hair and he’ll make an effort with his clothes but he never thought he was vain.

He’s starting to reconsider that now knowing how much this facial injury is bothering him, even though he knows it won’t last more than a couple of weeks.

He leans closer to the mirror to inspect the damage, squinting critically.  He touches his nose gingerly and pain immediately rockets through him.

“Fuck!” He shouts in surprise, jerking back from the mirror as if it scolded him.  That’s how Even finds him: stood in the middle of their bathroom cupping his nose with a look of shock on his face.

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Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: irl i look as innocent as bucky in this gif but in my mind there’s one thought: L U B E  I T  U P  C A P T A I N 

Also, happy valentine’s day

Words: 358

Prompt: Some questions don’t need to be asked.

Warnings: floof


Some questions are better left unasked because it’s often clear that you won’t always like the answer you’ll receive.

So you don’t ask and no one answers, the words left as fragments of deep thought trapped at the end of your tongue. They stay there, festering in your mind with boiling curiosity, waiting waiting waiting to be said.

Still, the question remains; unasked and unanswered.

But it still exists it’s corporeal form, there in the corner of your mind.

Do you love me, James?

Of course, the words never leave your lips and a reply never leaves his. But he’s not to blame, because he lives his life struggling with his own demons, too unaware of the storm that’s brewing within.

So, when you’re held close at night, hearing soft promises whispered but never reaching your ears, you don’t ask.

Not when he kisses you, pink lips pressing to your own with utter care and gentleness, calloused hands cupping your jaw, brushing stray strands of hair back into place. You don’t ask.

When he smiles at you, all crooked teeth and hidden jokes, innocent blue eyes shining with the sort of childish mischief that is so utterly and completely him, the one that always brings an unbidden smile to your lips, you don’t ask.

When he’s up at night, plagued by those very demons he flees from day after day, slipping under the covers by your side, reassuring himself that you’re real and you’re there. You don’t ask.

Or when he’s talking, hands moving almost comically as he tries to explain a story of his childhood, eyes glimmering with long-lost hope, you don’t ask.

When he’s got his hand in yours, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand absent mindedly, you don’t ask.

When he’s got you trapped against the couch, head in your lap, refusing to let you move, smirk playing at his lips as your own amused eyes look down at him, you don’t ask.

When he’s looking at you like you’re his everything despite the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, you don’t ask.

Because, that’s the funny thing about some questions.

They don’t need to be asked.

But they’ll still be answered.

Yes, I love you.


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The Greatest Gift Epilogue (Alexander x Reader)

Word Count: 2,584

Warnings: SMUT, swears

Authors Note: I don’t even have an excuse for this. I am so sorry. God bless.

Shout out to @adolescenthowell for being a babe and always helping me through my smut writing process :) check her out!

Requests: The greatest gift part 2?

Alexander dry humping PLEASE I AM SHOOK



You stood stirring two cups of hot cocoa, one for Isabelle and one for Alexander as you admired them from the kitchen as he was sat on the couch, Isabelle on his lap, watching the last minutes of Elf the movie. His hand was unconsciously stroking through her dark hair, and you could tell she was minutes from passing out.

“Here my babes.” you called as you made your way to the couch setting the mugs on the glass coffee table.

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The Tyke

Originally posted by sail-not-drift

Pairing: past Daryl x Reader
Word count: 1,458
Warnings: Angst

Scooping the smiling little boy from his car seat, your breath caught in your throat. He was four, and the way his blue eyes were every bit his father never stopped amazing you. He’d look up at you and memories would come at you like a tidal wave. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up for dinner.” You said, setting him on the sidewalk next to you.

The small boy knelt down, driving his toy car in circles as you grabbed the few bags from the trunk. “You need some help, ma’am?” Came a voice from behind you that made you freeze.

“Mommy, is rude ta inore!” Came the sweet voice of your son, making your eyes dart to him before turning to come face to face with Merle Dixon.

You’d never liked Merle, and he’d always made you uneasy. Years away hadn’t changed that one bit. “Well, well, well.” He smirked, a twinkle in his eye that made you taste bile. “If it isn’t little miss Y/N.”

“No, I don’t need help, Merle.” You told him, refusing to back down.

“Ain’tchya gon’ introduce me ta the tyke?” He asked, moving more towards him. “Hey, there, buddy.”

You were shaking slightly as you slammed your trunk shut, everything in your arms. “Come on, Finn.” You told your son firmly. “Say goodbye to Mr. Merle.” You hated the man with a passion, but you were trying to raise Finn right. There was no way you’d be blurting out that they shared a last name.

“Bye, Mr. Merle!” Finn’s eyes lit up as he waved.

Merle raised an eyebrow at you, but looked back to Finn. “See ya round, Finn. Nice meetin’ ya.” He stood up, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly walked by. “I’ll be seein’ ya.” It sounded almost like a threat to you.

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Shape of You Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel

Warnings: Language, Kissing, Making Out, Dry Humping, Drinking, Fluff, Oral (Reader Receiving), Fingering, Masturbation (Female), Sex Dream, Use Of Sex Toys

Words (With Lyrics): 1,820+

Summary:  You and Dean finally confessed your feelings for each other after years of denying them and pushing them away. Neither of you are good at this sort of thing but you’re willing to try for each other. So what comes next for the two of you?

A/N: I’ll  be adding warnings and characters as the series progresses. If you’d like to be added or removed from the tag list please let me know.  Feedback is -as always- highly welcomed and greatly appreciated! This series is inspired by Ed Sheeran’s - Shape Of You

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Beast (Pt. 2/3)

Request: Hey love! Can i get a Derek Hale smut where the reader and him are married and they have like kitchen smut which leads to table smut and bed smut and shower smut? THANKS

Character: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Very smutty, Language, and SMUT!!!!

Part one

AU Note: I cannot thank all of you for how much support I am receiving on my writings/edits. All of my followers mean the absolute world to me and i would never trade this for anything. I love you all. Thank you for the support!!

His lips ravaged my core as I screamed, panting like a sinner in church. The stubble on his cheeks, scratched my thighs the sensation more than overwhelming. I pulled at his charcoal locks, pushing him further into my heat. His hands slithered up my shaking sides and landed on my sweaty breasts, his palms never letting go. I looked down seeing his eyes closed and mouth working non-stop and I broke, howling.

“Fuck baby get up here.” I smiled, my lips sealing around his in no time. He held my hips, our bodies maneuvering so that I was straddling. I gradually rubbed my clit against his tip, the contact making him bite my lip. I pulled back, watching as he tensed his eyes shimmering blue. Eyes  never leaving mine, I smacked hips with his, mouth hanging open. He sat upright, arms securing my back and lips brushing against my collarbone, his dick moving out slowly.

“You like that baby-girl?” He grunted teeth sinking into my right breast. I almost fainted it was too much. I pressed an answering kiss to his jaw our bodies going faster. He rammed into me, the sitting position making it hit perfectly. I gained enough courage to push him back, hips crushing into his. He arched up, clenching his teeth, veins protruding as he digged into my sides, his wolf nails coming out slightly. I cried out the emotion more than I could take. It only took a few more seconds before i was was busting around him, clenching as hard as I could.

“Cum daddy please, empty yourself into me.” I begged working my hips again, walls so sensitive it hurt. He latched onto my hips, pushing himself to be hovering over me as he pounded into me, the nickname giving him chills. He was ripping me apart with every stroke, my legs around him as he dug deeper, lips kissing my stomach. He was breathless as he spilled into me, fangs sinking into my lower abdomen. I was spinning by this time, body unable to handle so much pressure. He then pulled out, head still resting on my soft skin.

Stroking his hair, I tugged watching as he kissed his way up, eyes silently following mine. They still glowed as he nestled beneath me. No words needed to be exchanged as we watched, our connection speaking for us. His hands played patterns into my back as my lips kissed his pecks.

“You know, I don’t think I am completely done with you yet.” He spoke making the air shift. I peered at him, mouth slack as he laughed head dropping back onto the comforter.

“Jesus Der, do you need more reassurance?” I asked, body twisting. He looked back up, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he processed my words. Derek Hale what are you conjuring up now..?

“The only reassurance I need, is that pretty little mouth shrieking out my name as I show you just how beastly I can be.” He lowly huffed out, eyes growing dark again. I shivered my thighs clamping together, while his cock twitched.

“What did you have in mind…” I trailed, hands already lacing around his neck. He pecked my wrist, licking the saltiness away. I marveled in the feel my lips sucking a bruise into his caramel colored flesh. 

“I mean shower fucking seems like an option.” He shrugged watching as I took my lower lip in-between my teeth. I didn’t say anything as i leaped up off of him sprinting towards the bathroom. Challenge accepted.

Behind The Bars (Chapter 1)

Night in the Woods - Shelter AU

Fandom: Night in the Woods

Characters: Mae Borowski, Bea Santello, Greggory Lee, Angus Delaney, Casey Hartley (Mentioned), Selma Ann “Selmers” Forrester, Jeremy “Germ” Warton 

Genre: Friendship/Hurt/Comfort/Mystery 

Rating: T

Warnings: Abuse, Character Death(s), Usage of Drugs

Word Count: 2293 Words

Disclaimer: I don’t own Night in the Woods nor the characters. 

Summary: Mae Borowski was Possum Springs’ troublesome stray until an animal shelter caught her. Adopted and returned countless of times, the shelter decided to put her down… until Bea Santello decided to step in.   

Author’s Note: First story for the NITW fandom and an AU too so, I’m sorry if it’s not good. This story is inspired by my cat, Julius who is now a huge lazy furbaby. Credit to Fuzzinator23 for proof reading this story. 

Chapter 1 - The Storm

A loud yowl pierced through the night and rain. Heavy footsteps chase after smaller ones, splashes of water drowns into the rain as if god doesn’t want anyone to know what happens.

Another yowl comes through; angry, agonizing, desperate. Aluminium cans falls over as a small figure runs out of one of the cans. The figure is cornered, trapped between a huge wall and two shadows looms over it.

A net is thrown. Yowls and hisses follows as it struggles. One of the larger figure approaches and scoops it up, “No more running for you, kitten,” a low growl comes through.

The cat in the net stops struggling, probably due to exhaustion or fear. Storm still brewing the town. The cat shivers and curls up, letting out soft mews. The net is slung over a shoulder and is taken into a van.

Damp, cold, dark, all the words runs inside her head. Her body shudders, her fur is wet and the floor is cold. She wouldn’t be surprised if she ever ends up sick.

Back to the prison. Cold, dark prison.

She doesn’t want to go back there again.


The smell of morning after the rain had passed is refreshing, calming you could say. The soft light of the sun rises from the horizon, a perfect time to take in some fresh air outside and say hello to the neighbors.

…or stay in bed in the weekends.

Which is something Bea Santello would gladly do.

As she lays in bed in a tank top & shorts and blankets over her body, due to how cold last night has been, she regretted to not wear long pants & a shirt with sleeves but she could care less.

Except the fact her clock has been buzzing for a while now.

A claw extends and knocks it off the nightstand. At least the sound of the impact startles her enough to elicit a groan from the woman and forces her to move to the edge of the bed. Opening an eye halfway, she glances down.

9:45 AM.

Shit. Overslept again.

She picks up the digital clock and places it back on the nightstand before getting up. The gator yawns as she stretches herself and gets herself into the bathroom. Taking a quick hot shower and brushes her teeth, Beatrice gets herself ready for the day.

The store ain’t gonna open by itself. Ugh.

Even on weekends like this, she must open the store.

She puts on her signature black dress and hangs an ankh necklace around her neck. She looks at herself in the dresser mirror. If she looks closely, she could see the bags under her half-opened eyes. As if her dull blue eyes aren’t enough to tell how tired she has been.

There’s no use complaining about it now. She has done this for years. So, she sighs. Last night’s coffee would be good enough to provide the energy for the day.

For the day.

She still needs energy for night as well.

Chugging down a jug of coffee sounds like a good idea. Well, she was fixing to do that when she got to the kitchen, if only she didn’t glance at the clock.

9:58 AM.

Ah, shit.

But she still chugged down the coffee like how she wanted to.

She grabs a box of cigarettes and lighter from the counter and heads for the door. Hastily puts on her boots, she puts a cigarette in between her lips and lights it up, inhaling some of the nicotine from it.

It doesn’t really go well with caffeine.

Screw it.

Might as well, the horrible taste will keep her awake enough to go through the day.


Like any days in autumn, it is a very long day.

Well, for Bea at least.

Everything in her life IS very long day.

Puffing out smoke, the smell of nicotine engulfs her and fills up her nostrils. It might have reached her brain and slowly killing her.

Eh, she wouldn’t mind being dead. So long she didn’t have to stand behind the register and check stocks in the store.

Ol’ Pickaxe has been standing for as long she could remember. She basically runs the store now, considering her father wouldn’t bother handling it himself. The tip of her tail taps on the floor to fill the silence in the empty hardware store.

She sits on a stool at the side and grabs a pamphlet from the counter. Might as well read while waiting for anyone to walk in. But the paper has been the same; all about the dead mines Possum Springs had once long time ago.

Possum Springs; a middle-of-nowhere-and-dying town. A hole which she would gladly leave, if it weren’t for the fact that her father needs help from his only daughter. Stays on the couch, watching tv, drink or sleeps are the things he has done. .

Ever since her mother died.

Of cancer.

Which she really doesn’t like talking about.

Or bother thinking about it.

So, her dad shuts down and, like it or not, she has to stay and help him recover; starting by taking over the shop.

Which is what some people would say.


Bea sighs as the cigarette in her mouth has shorten. She takes it out and stamps it into the ashtray nearby, before taking out another cigarette from her dress pocket and lights it up as she places it against her lips.

Sucking in the smoke, she sighs heavily. Her shoulders slumps, the taste of unsweetened coffee still lingers in her mouth.

It’s disgusting.

Eh, works for me, she thought.

The sound of the bell from the door rings. She looks up, seeing a familiar bear tipping his hat as he approaches her. “Good morning, Bea,” Angus says.

“Hey, Angus,” she says. Angus places his hat back on his head and his ears perks up.

“You look worse for wear. Is something the matter?”

“Stayed up late. Overslept. Drank a lot of coffee this morning and wish that I could die right now.”

“You do realize smoking and coffee are bad together, yes?”

Bea shrugs. “Eh, so long as it keeps me awake. And I smoke to release my stress… which is all the time, mind you,” she says, squinting her eyes at him.

The man sighs and adjusts his glasses, “Then why not take up my offer, will you?” he says.

The gator is silent for a moment and Angus patiently waits for an answer.

But she already raises her hands. “I will not have a pet, Angus. I have enough things in my hands and I do not need a pet. I’ve been doing fine for quite a while now,” she protests.

It isn’t the first-time Angus suggested it. He has been telling her to get a pet, said it will help her to release her stress much effectively and they can be a good friend to her.

But also, there will be more mouths to feed.

As if her father isn’t enough to look after for.

She turned them down so far, but the more she did, the more frequent Angus brings it up to pique her interest.

Angus sighs once again. “Well, if you already decided that then. But could I ask a favor from you then?”

“Uh… sure, I guess. What is it?”

“Come with me to the shelter.”

Bea stares, trying to process what he just said, “…what?”

“Come with me to the shelter,” he repeats. Her blue eyes squint at him again as if trying to eat him whole.

“Angus, I told you-…”

“I’m getting a pet for myself, Bea. And the shelter is at the other side of town, so I need a ride from you.”

She was going to say something about it but she decided not to. She had seen the shelter once when she went there to deliver the tools they ordered. It is pretty far from where she lives and if it isn’t for Angus’ asthma, she would’ve turn it down.

Plus, she’s driving.

She can get out of work early since she’s the only one in the store today, like always.

So, she agrees.

She’s not the one that’s adopting… right?


Cold. It was literally cold when she steps inside the shelter. The inside, unusually, looked no different from a medical center and the air conditioner’s air is so strong she could’ve died from freezing to death here. It was white, excluding some plants, toys and magazines on the coffee table.

This place reminds her of the hospital.

She hates it.

Angus goes up to the reception while Bea decides to stay in the lobby to read the magazines as she waits. He’s led to the back by the receptionist, who is a goat. Already, she’s bored after leafing through few pages of the magazine in her hand. She closes it and was fixing to light up a cigarette, but the shelter has a strictly “No smoking” policy.


So, her tail taps on the floor impatiently. She looks around, trying to take in the interior and sighs. She really hopes Angus would be quick because she’s bored to death.

Which is not, the kind of death she wanted.

Eh, whatever.

Still, she looks around and her eyes settles on a cage. An obvious black cage amongst the whiteness of the walls and floor. There’s was someone, or something in the cage curling up.

Is it one of the pets? Did it just get here?

She gets up and approaches, kneeling next to the little cage. Whatever’s inside is shielded by a cloth so she pulls it off. A cat. A small, navy blue cat wearing a brown and red shirt and black pants. The tip of the hair is red along with it’s tail, which wraps around it nicely.

And covered it’s face.

Bea makes sure no one’s around before she gently pokes the cat with her claw. The ears twitch and she immediately pulls away, slightly shaking the cage when her claws hit the bars. The ears perk up; she could see the right ear was notched, making it look like a bite mark.

The cat yawns and stretches itself as much as it could. It opens it’s eyes, which are larger than any normal cats she has seen in the neighborhood. Red eyes, brighter than Bea’s, blink several times before they stare at the young gator.

“Can I help you, miss?” A gruff voice greets from behind. She turns to see a bear, much older than Angus. She could see the faint wrinkles on his face and a name tag on his shirt written; Hank, dressed in all white, so she assumed he’s the vet. She scratches the back of her head.

“Just… checking this little fella here,” she says.

“Oh… I’m sorry, but she’s not up for adoption anymore.”

This pique her curiosity a bit. She looks up to the older bear. “What do you mean by that?”

Doctor Hank lets out a heavy sigh. He seems reluctant. Bea was about to say something but the man cuts her off, “She had to be put down,” he says with a low voice.

Those words… ‘put down’, are poison to her ears. Irritating, hurt. Her usually tired, dull blue eyes widens in shock. She glances at the cat in the cage who now tries to stand, but she couldn’t due to how small the space she’s in. But she stares, beaming at her.

“Is… she sick?” Because that’s the only reason a doctor would be putting down someone. Sickness, a terrible sickness that has no cure.

Like cancer.

Like her mother.

Shit, why the hell does she have to remember that?

“It’s more to her behavior. She’s… too violent, even to other pets in this shelter. It’s one of the reasons why she’s inside the cage instead at the back with the rest.”

Behavior? Violent? Is that why they want her dead?

“She’s that bad?” Bea asks, her tone hardened without she realizes.

Doctor Hank notices that and sighs, “She has been adopted four times this month and returned in the same day. The longest she’s ever been with a foster family is a whole day. But the next day she was returned. And the complaints are the same; stealing food, bullying others and vandalizing homes,” he explains.

Those things should have be enough to convince Beatrice to not adopt a pet. But she kept glancing at the cat, who now approaches the bars and reached one of her paws to her. Bea doesn’t move, not even when the cat grabs one of her claws.

Curious like a child, she thought. She has seen other pets who are a lot larger than her, even other cats in the neighborhood. She looks innocent enough to not cause all that.

Well, maybe she would but it couldn’t have been on purpose.


“What’s her name?” Bea asks.


“Her name. What is it?”

“Mae Borowski. 20. But too small despite her age. Probably a disease regarding to her growth.”

Dwarfism, she thought. That could be it. Maybe. She’s not very keen with all those medical terms. She looks at Mae for a moment and, unexpectedly, she opens the cage. Doctor Hank tries to stop her, but he stood at the side when Bea holds up her hand.

Mae crawls, no, rolls out of the cage like a ball and sits up to look at Bea. The gator gently pets her, her fur is oily and sticky. She feels slightly upset by how Mae was treated, even though Hank said she will be put down.

Poison. Those words are poison.

Behaviors can be fixed.

She can be fixed.

Bea looks back at the man. “I’m adopting her.“

#7. Easter

This took forever to complete, but I’m glad to post it on the actual holiday! My work schedule fills so much of my time. I had different versions of this story and then this one finally came out. Thank you for reading, and I will continue more Carol fics in the future! Have a fun, enjoyable Easter!

Happy Easter🐰🐣🍭🌷🌿!!!

The door unlocked itself and burst open with Carol holding Rindy in her new Sunday dress. “Therese! We’re home!” she called out to her significant other. In just a few seconds later, Therese emerged from the kitchen with a dishrag thrown over her left shoulder. She wore a dark yellow plaid shirt and a pair of khaki slacks for the Easter holiday.

“How was church?” Therese smiled as she stood and watched Carol take a minute putting Rindy down and hand her over a small pink woven basket filled with chocolate candies.

“Dreadful like always, but Rindy had fun with her Easter egg hunt in the garden… Didn’t you, darling?” Carol stroke parts of the little girl’s hair; fixing the ribbon headband in place. Rindy nodded a yes and picked up a mini chocolate bunny covered in golden tinfoil. She held it out for Therese, who politely took it and spread her arms out for a hug. “I got something special for you, too,” Therese whispered while Rindy wrapped her tiny arms around the young woman’s neck. “What is it?” the child asked, alert with full interest.

“Come to the kitchen and go see for yourself,” Therese said, sharing a pleasant look with Carol, who appeared just as curious.

“Okay, let’s go!” Rindy snatched Therese’s hand and started yanking it forward. Therese stood back up and moved her feet along with Carol trailing behind. All three of them made their way into the next room with Rindy gasping loudly at the sight of the table being set with two cartons of standard white eggs, paper plates, cups, and a tray of watercolor paint.

“How about that,” Carol said, amused.

“Would you like to decorate some eggs, Rindy?” Therese asked.

“Yes! Mommy come help too!” Rindy placed her basket down on the floor before running over to climb on top of a chair.

Carol laughed softly as she stepped forward in her sleeveless purple polka dot dress. She took a seat across from her daughter. Therese put Rindy’s basket on the counter before sitting at the head of the table. She began unwrapping the golden tinfoil of her chocolate bunny while Carol and Rindy began painting their Easter eggs.

“What time does dinner start with Harge’s family?” Therese asked, biting off the tip of the solid milk chocolate bunny ears with her teeth.

“Six. I’ve tried making up excuses for not going, but I already told Harge that Rindy would be there early,” Carol explained. She dipped her paintbrush into the blue disk before giving her egg a few soft brush strokes.

“Look, Mommy! Look at my egg!” Rindy raised her egg close to Carol’s face. It had a swirl of colors of pink, yellow, and green.

“Very pretty!” Carol replied with strong enthusiasm. She turned to look back at Therese. “You’ll be joining us, too, I hope?” the sound in her voice was more of a desperate plea than a casual invitation.

“Of course,” Therese smiled, but her eyes spoke otherwise. Carol reached out and squeezed her arm; acknowledging the fact that she was more than grateful.

By the time they were done decorating eggs, it was just a little after five, and Carol sent Rindy upstairs to the bathroom sink to help her wash all the paint that was on her hands and arms. Therese kept changing her outfit for tonight’s dinner until she finally settled on a peach blouse with a sparkling orange high waisted tulle skirt. Carol did a double-take inside the bedroom and whistled.

“Hello there, gorgeous,” she purred. “Have you seen a young lady that goes by the name of Therese Belivet?”

The two women laughed from the corny line and embraced each other in the middle of the room. Therese held Carol’s face as they shared a kiss and stared into each other’s eyes until Rindy popped between them and grabbed a handful of the twinkling fabric.

“Can I wear this dress, Aunt Tez? It’s so pretty!” the child exclaimed. She had seen her mother and aunt kiss so much, it got to the point that it didn’t bother her and found it to be a way of them saying ‘Hello, I love you!’

“It’s too big for you, sweetheart, but when you’re older, I will let you wear it all the time,” Therese said softly.

“Let’s get in the car now before Mommy changes her mind,” Carol joked. She took her daughter’s hand and steered themselves downstairs with Therese in the rear. Her heart was pounding a little too fast inside her chest. She had never met Harge’s parents before and she was worried about them seizing her up like their son did the first time he met her almost two years ago.

“We don’t have to stay long,” Carol said, backing the car out with one hand on steering wheel and the other holding onto her seat. “If it goes well, we can stay for dessert…”

“Carol,” Therese warned. She was already in a nervous position as it was, and hearing this suggestion was not making it better.

“Sorry, love. John and Jennifer Aird are very nice people… They just live in a much older lifestyle,” Carol said. She twisted the wheel as the car turned around and hit the gas pedal with her foot.

“Will they like me?” Therese stared out her window, throat closing up.

“Of course! Don’t worry,” Carol reassured.

“You don’t worry either,” Therese murmured.

The car ride fell quiet soon after that until the silence was unbearable and made Carol switch on the radio. She had butterflies in her stomach by the time she pulled up to the driveway of her in-laws’ house. Rindy squealed once she saw her father and grandparents all standing together outside on the porch with a brand new bicycle. It was robins egg blue with a purple horn and silver handlebars. Harge scooped up his daughter as she ran across and jumped into his arms. He spun her in the air and kissed her while both grandparents stared on, admiringly.

Therese felt lightheaded as she made her way out of the car. She caught Carol giving her a wink, but she didn’t smile back. They made it here for dinner and now she regret agreeing to go in the first place.

Carol walked ahead in her lavender heels; pulling the strap of her purse as she made her way up the wooden steps to greet Harge’s parents. They each gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek. Then Jennifer Aird took a minute holding Carol back to gaze at and compliment on her dress.

“Never took you for a polka dots-kind of woman, Carol!” Jennifer commented. Her husband, John, bopped his head along with agreement.

“You should know by now that I’m full of surprises,” Carol laughed half-heartedly. She paused and turned to her left, collecting Therese’s hand with hers to bring them closer. “John, Jen, I would like both of you to meet a friend of mine… Therese Belivet…”

“Belivet,” John Aird repeated.

“It’s Czech,” Therese responded.

“Well you certainly have a lovely dress, Miss Belivet,” Jennifer smiled warmly. “I find orange to be very festive!”

“This ain’t Fall, young lady, it’s Spring!” John roared with good humor. His wife obligingly laughed along, making both Carol and Therese feel a little uncomfortable.

A few jingling sounds of a bell and a bleating honk of horn disrupted them and made all four turn around to look down at Rindy, who was sitting on the bike with her feet working on the pedals. Harge was holding her steady by the waist pushing her to move around the driveway. “Look, Mommy! Look Grandpa! I’m riding my bicycle! See? Watch!”

“Oh Harge - Be careful! She should be wearing a helmet!” Carol called out to him. He ignored her and kept helping their daughter ride the bike anyway. Rindy tapped the bell a few more times that would later drive everyone crazy. She was giggling and shrieking as her father helped her steer around sharp corners. Harge wore a mint green suit and cerulean color bowtie. Parts of his slick dark hair fell out and by the looks of his shiny eyes, Carol knew he had already been drinking.

“Come inside now, dinner will be ready shortly,” Jennifer instructed. She and her husband went into the house with Therese following along like a baby chick. She stopped midway when she noticed Carol already off the porch, marching towards her family through the gravel. She told Harge to stop, and to bring Rindy inside for dinner. He waved her away like some sort of housefly. She repeated herself and then extended her arm out to try to block Harge from moving any further. He aggressively shoved her and then somehow lost his grip on their daughter. Rindy wobbled a few feet ahead before collapsing sideways. She hitched up a breath before starting a low mournful cry.

Carol snapped at Harge before racing over to the little girl. She picked Rindy up and brushed the dirt off from her dress. Therese wanted to run over to them, but the glare Harge was giving her made her frozen stiff.

“Mind your own business,” he growled at her, and brushed past going inside the house. He reeked of alcohol and sweat. Therese swallowed hard a pit in her stomach and felt more of an outcast than ever. She gave Carol and Rindy their moment outside and left them alone.

Dinner was okay. The food was good with roasted ham, steamed mashed potatoes, baby carrots, and fresh wheat rolls. John Aird talked Therese to death about her position for the New York Times. He seemed to be the only one interested on the subject, and could talk forever if he could.

“More potatoes, Carol?” Jennifer held out the bowl next to her.

“No, thank you.” Carol barely touched the first portion of food on her plate. She was so embarrassed over Harge’s performance earlier. She wanted to reach out to Therese and apologize, but her father-in-law was taking most of her lover’s attention. Harge kept shoving meat into his mouth, making a few grunting noises. Rindy was fine now, and was cutting her baby carrots into tinier pieces to see if she could make them disappear instead of eating them.

“What’s the matter, dear?” Jennifer spoke under her breath.

“I should have never brought Therese here in the first place,” Carol heard herself say out loud.

“Nonsense! John loves her,” Jennifer chuckled. “She fits right in the family…”

Carol watched how Therese kept nodding along to whatever John Aird was saying. She seemed relaxed, and had even laughed over something amusing.

“Will you stay for dessert? It’s raspberry ice cream and pie,” Jennifer spoke an hour later as she and Carol were carrying the dishes out to the sink.

“No, we couldn’t. Therese has to get ready for work early tomorrow and I have to open the shop,” Carol explained, stacking plates inside the sink before turning the faucet on.

“Tell me, is Therese really your..” Jennifer blinked and shook her head, waving the question off. “Never mind.”

“Go on, Jen,” Carol challenged her, now fully irritated by the touchy subject. “Is Therese really my what?”

“Girlfriend?” Jennifer Aird’s cheeks reddened at the word.

“Yes. Is that a problem?” Carol grabbed the sponge but had a hard time using it.

“They put women in jail for that sort of thing,” Jennifer whispered harshly. She grabbed the sponge and started scrubbing away.

“We know this, but we’re trying to stay out of the radar as much as possible,” Carol said. She looked through the small kitchen window above them and spotted John and Therese sitting in rocking chairs on the porch with glasses of iced tea. Rindy was ‘walking’ her bike around the driveway instead of riding it. Harge was nowhere to be seen. He had slipped away to take a nap downstairs in the study room.

“You should stop seeing each other, for the sake of Rindy,” Jennifer said now. “Therese is a nice girl, but she is so young! I don’t think she knows what she wants for relationships, really…”

Carol snorted and stepped away from the sink. “This is rich coming from you, Jen. I knew this Easter dinner would go downhill like it does every year.”

Jennifer’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean that!”

“I do,” Carol said firmly. “Goodbye, Jen. I think it’s time to go. I’ll walk myself out…” she stormed off with her mother-in-law hurrying after her. Carol grabbed her purse and pulled out her keys. She stepped onto the porch and made Therese rise up from her chair.

“Carol, what-”

“C'mon. We’re leaving,” Carol cut her off. She bopped her head to John in farewell before moving through the driveway towards her daughter.

“Give Jasper and Oswald a hello for me!” John told Therese, as she politely hugged him a goodbye.

“I will, nice meeting you, Mr. Aird,” Therese grinned and nodded towards Jennifer, who gave her a sad smile back.

Carol and Rindy exchanged their hugs and kisses goodbye with Therese doing the same. Carol made her daughter promise not to ride the bike without wearing a helmet first. Rindy promised and pretended that the bike was her pony instead.

In the car ride home, Therese could feel the uncomfortable, awkward vibe Carol was giving off behind the wheel. She cleared her throat and asked if everything was alright.

“I’m fine, but tonight was a disaster. I’m so sorry for putting you in such a bad position, Therese,” Carol sighed.

“I had a good time. I’m glad I went,” Therese said, and Carol reached out to cover her hand over hers on her lap.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise. How about we stop for ice cream on the way back? We still haven’t got our dessert yet,” Carol offered.

“Okay,” Therese nodded.

Carol smirked and squeezed her hand. “You’re a real knockout in that dress, you know? I can’t keep my eyes off you. You make time stand still. Happy Easter, darling.”

“Happy Easter, Carol,” Therese giggled and lifted up their entwined fingers, brushing her lips across Carol’s skin.


|Dylan Massett imagine|

“Norman! Dylan! Kitchen now please!” Norma shouted from downstairs. I stood besides her growing more and more nervous. “If you’re going to start working here you should meet my boys.” Norma smiled as she put an arm round my shoulder. Norma had offered me a job to work at the motel she just started because I haven’t got any money or a place to stay, my parents had kicked me out and Norma found me on the side of the road looking for a ride. She said I could have the spare room in her house but had to earn my keep by working at the motel which I was more than grateful for. 

I heard footsteps down the stairs and then two boys appeared into the kitchen. One with brown hair and wore sort of ‘smart’ clothes and looked intelligent. The other boy had messy dirty blonde hair and more casual outfit, he was the one who caught my eye. He was gorgeous. His bright blue eyes met my green ones and he smiled at me. 

“Norman, Dylan. This is Y/N. Shes going to be staying with us and helping with the motel for a while.” Norma introduced us. I shook hands with Norman and then Dylan. “Nice to meet you both.” I smiled at both of them, “You too Y/N. It’ll be good to have someone new round here.” Norman said. Dylan just nodded and winked at me which made me blush. “Right, Dylan show Y/N to her room, its the one opposite yours. I’ll start dinner, Norman can help me.” Norma said. 

I went to grab my suitcase until a hand grabbed mine gently. “I got it.” Dylan said looking at me smiling. I nodded him and said “thank you”. Dylan was walking up the stairs with me following him as he lead me to the spare room. Dylan opened the bedroom door and put down my suitcase. “Thank you, Dylan.” I said looking at him, Dylan nodded and half smiled at me before closing my door. 

~After dinner~ 

I went upstairs and got changed for bed, I just had on a black vest top and my black laced panties. Assuming everyone was asleep, I went out of the spare room and headed towards the bathroom to brush my teeth, when I got there the bathroom door opened and a shocked Dylan stepped out. I stood there frozen as his blue eyes quickly flickered up and down my body. “Wow.” I heard him softly mumble under his breath.

“I um … sorry I just needed to use the bathroom.” I stuttered becoming more flustered. Dylan nodded frantically and headed to his bedroom, he stood at the doorway. “You er … look beautiful.” He said, his eyebrows knotted together; confused by why he had said that himself. I blushed as I watched him quickly go into his bedroom.


A few weeks had passed since Dylan had told me I looked beautiful and he hadn’t said a word to me after that, he’d been completely ignoring me even when I tried to speak to him, hes just been watching me like hes in deep thought when he stares at me.

 I got changed into black skinny jeans, a black vest top and my leather jacket whilst slipping on my converse. I grabbed my car keys and headed out, Norma wanted to me go and pick up some new bed sheets. I saw Dylan sitting down outside a motel room smoking a cigarette, he looked over at me and I smiled softly at him in which he didn’t return. 

I bit the inside of my cheek starting to wonder what I had done wrong. I got into the car and started it up heading into town. It was driving me crazy not speaking to Dylan, he made my days better. 

 I got back late that night and parked my car in the usual spot. Dylan had been on my mind the whole day and I made the decision to finally confront him about what I had done wrong. Dylan was in the same spot where he was when Ieft still smoking. “Dylan can I talk to you please?” I said approaching him. “What have I done wrong? you haven’t spoken to me for weeks!.” I said raising my voice slightly becoming aggravated. He didn’t answer me, didn’t even look up.

 I sighed and started to walk away until he finally spoke up. “I meant what I said when I called you beautiful Y/N.”  He confessed standing up and walking over to me. I turned around and looked at him confused. “Wait but wh-” I was cut off by Dylan’s lips crashing down onto mine, his rough but soft lips battling against my own.

“You’re different, you make me scared, nervous, excited and happy all at the same time. No ones ever made me feel like that and I barely know you.” He whispered. “Why have you been ignoring me though?” I asked looking into his blue eyes. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I put mine round his neck, “I was scared in case I was falling in love…but I don’t care anymore.” Dylan said pecking my lips again, I smiled at him completely confused but happy. “Wow the ‘badass’ Dylan Massett falling in love?” I mocked my voice dripping in sarcasm. 

Dylan laughed and kissed my forehead. “Lets take this to my room.” Dylan smirked nudging me forward. Okay so maybe i was developing a massive crush on Dylan now. 

Playing Cupid - One-shot (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by your-kylie-me

Originally posted by s-o-far-a-w-a-y

Summary: For the past year Y/N has been playing cupid and made it her mission to find Steve the perfect girlfriend, except she doesn’t know that the reason none of the dates have worked out is because Steve already has his eyes set for someone else. 

A/N: I’ve been playing around with this one for while now, and finally figured I’d post it. Don’t forget that I am taking requests again, so don’t be afraid to send them in.

“Hey Steve, how did the date go,” I grin as I watch him walk into the living area of the compound.

“It was okay,” he says dropping his jacket on the sofa before moving to the kitchen where he pulls out a beer.

“What was wrong with this one,” I sigh standing up from the sofa and walking to stand across from him. “I really thought you would like her.”

“She was great, Y/N,” Steve smiles. “I had a nice evening with her. I just, I don’t know,” he shakes his head before bringing the beer bottle to his lips and taking a long drink.

“Steve there are only so many people I can think of setting you up with who work for SHEILD that I think you would like. Between Nat and I, I still can’t believe we haven’t found someone you like.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them,” Steve sighs setting down the bottle on the counter next to him, “They have all been very nice and I have had a good time with all of them, I guess I just haven’t been able to see myself with any of them in a real relationship that was more than friendship.”

“Well you my friend, are very picky,” I frown jabbing my finger at his hard chest.

“I guess I just know what I want,” he smiles wrapping his hand around my finger. “You can’t blame me for wanting to be happy.”

I stick my tongue out at him and pull my finger out of his grip. “I will find someone who will do just that,” I tell him taking a step back and begin to walk away. “You mark my words Rogers. I will make this my mission if I have to.”

Steve’s laughter filled the room behind me as I made my way to the garage.

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Why? (Part 2)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: self-doubt, references of drinking (don’t self medicate with the booze kids)

Summary: Reader gets drunk and confesses her feelings.

A/n: now for the fluff 


“You comin?” Sam turned looking at Steve who hadn’t moved.  Steve nodded but stopped when he saw you stir.  Leaning down to stroke your cheek gently, he stood and turned to walk out of your room.  He was almost to the door when he heard you mumble, “Why doesn’t Steve like me back?”

Steve froze, you liked him back?   He was the one causing you this pain?  He looked at Sam who was just as stunned but was allowing a small smile to creep on his face. “What’d ya gonna do Cap?”

You woke up the next day with a pounding headache and awful taste in your mouth.  Realizing quickly you were in your bathroom on the floor, you stood kicking off your shoes.  Brushing your teeth, you tried to replay the events from the night before in your head.  You remembered drinking. Lots of drinking.   Sam, he picked you up.   You were home and thank God no one else saw you as sloppy as you were last night.  You suddenly get a flashback of spilling your guts to Sam.  

You go to your bedroom door and lock it.  Maybe if you stayed in your room you wouldn’t have to talk to Sam.  You wouldn’t have to explain yourself that would be easier.   You were mortified,  you don’t know why you let yourself get to this point.  You were in love with someone who didn’t even realized there was anything more than friendship between the two of you. You get some water and go lay on your bed.   You would just stay in your room where you were safe.  Where you wouldn’t have to face reality.

A few hours later, repetitive knocking woke you from your sleep, “Go away Sam, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Y/n it isn’t Sam.  It’s Steve. I want to talk to you. If I can?”  You groan into your pillow.  You asked any higher powers out there, to please not have let Sam tell Steve.

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Terrible Things Part 8

Author: @hogwartsismyhometoo

Word Count: 1,953

Read Part:  Read Part (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)


         I gasped and sat up straight in bed, holding my protruding belly with wide eyes. My heartbeat quickened, but I relaxed a little bit as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Maybe I’d imagined it. Maybe it had just been a dream. I’d had quite a few baby-related dreams in the about five months since Dean and I had gotten the news that we were going to be Mommy and Daddy. But this one felt different. This one felt real.

         And there it was again. Just a quick jolt, but unmistakably solid and there.

         “Dean,” I said in an urgent whisper so as not to wake up Sam in the next room over or alert Cas to the possibility that something was wrong. He’d already barged in during my morning sickness stage in a panic, which wasn’t exactly the way I’d planned on telling him. “Dean, wake up.” I shook his shoulder.

         That got his attention, and he jerked against the blankets with a startled jump and scrambled to sit up, looking up at me. “What? What is it, is something wrong?”

         “No, everything’s okay.” I grinned ear to ear at him in the darkness, taking his hand and gently guiding it to my stomach, rubbing my thumb over his wedding ring. “The baby’s kicking.”

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The Bite – Liam Dunbar Imagine

Prompt by Anon: You become permanently injured (blind..?) and he begs you to let him bite you

Word Count: 2.031

Author’s Note: I changed it a little bit because I’ve seen Liam imagines where the reader/ love interest is blind. Instead of the reader being blind, I gave her a different type of blindness. Also, I changed one small factor; Liam can’t give the bite because he’s a beta. I hope you don’t mind the changes and still like with what I came up with.

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Y/N transferred to Beacon Hills in the middle of the school year. She was short and curvy in all the right places. Her naturally black straight hair was long but thin, and always up in a messy bun. She always seemed to have confidence in herself and was comfortable in her skin as she rarely wore any make up, and when she did it was always light and simple. Except there was one problem, she was the new kid and she hated it. She felt so alone and out of place. She didn’t know anyone, nor had she made any new friends; at least not until she met Liam Dunbar.

Liam was instantly drawn to her the second she walked into their history class and the teacher assigned her seat in front of his desk. For a couple of weeks, he couldn’t find the courage to say hello. Every time she walked towards her desk, she would always shoot him a small shy smile, and he couldn’t do anything other than give her a simple nod, which he always mentally slapped himself for being such an idiot and not saying hi. Instead, Liam would just admire her from his seat.

One day, Liam found the courage to talk to her and slowly they became friends. They passed notes during class, walked together in the hallways, and always texted after school or Liam’s lacrosse practice. The two started developing feelings towards each other, except Y/N chose to ignore it and made sure to keep Liam in friendship zone.

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“Bugging Out”

Another Karmagisa fanfic inspired by the Ask Karunagi blog and their cute and adorbale pictures of my OTP. Here are the links to the pics that have inspired this oneshot. Enjoy and check them out if you haven’t already!

He was just minding his business when “it” decided to come along the top of the couch. He was watching his favorite anime show while Karma was in the kitchen, making a late night snack for the both of them. It was their typical Friday where they would stay in for the night to watch a movie together. Tonight, they were going to watch the newest Sonic Ninja move that had just been released on DVD and Nagisa was pretty excited. So while he waited for Karma, he decided to turn on Pokémon, and was so engrossed in the current battle that was on the screen, that he didn’t see “it” slowly making its way down the front of the couch.  

Ah yes, Nagisa’s guilty pleasure when it came to anime was indeed Pokémon. Only Karma knew how much of a Pokémon fan Nagisa was. He had been watching the show since he was a little boy and started collected the trading cards when he was about nine. Karma was a Pokémon fan himself anyways but was more into the video games aspect of it, including the newest mobile game called Pokémon GO! So really they were both secret diehard Pokémon fans, but it was nice to have each other to geek out with and talk about everything Pokémon related without feeling embarrassed.

A popping sound could be heard from the kitchen, the faint smell of butter and popcorn wafting in the living room, as Nagisa’s red-headed roommate came stalking out, his face staring intently down at his phone. Nagisa chuckled knowing full well what Karma was up to.

“Going for a quick walk?” he asked, his eyes still glued to the tv screen.

“Um. Yeah. There’s a Cubone nearby, I’m thinking it may be outside the apartment. Just gonna double check. Be right back,” Karma replied, slipping on his flip flops and opening the front door, not bothering to look up from his phone. Nagisa smiled. He sure was cute when he was determined.

“Okay, I’ll wait to start the movie. I’m finishing up this episode anyways,”


The front door closed at the same time that the microwave dinged. Popcorn’s ready! Nagisa thought as he paused the episode and made his into the kitchen to get their bowls prepared. Once he had two white bowls piled mile high with steaming hot popcorn, Nagisa took his own bowl and returned back to the couch, plopping down and crossing his legs. He was already in his pjs for the night, blue shorts and a white tee, with his hair wet from his recent shower, teeth brushed and face washed. He was ready for movie night.

He pulled the nearby red, flannel blanket over his lap, getting comfy before Karma showed up to claim the blanket for himself since it was really was Karma’s blanket. They could just share it, Nagisa thought, pressing the play button to resume watching his show.

The “it” that was on the couch though was not interesting in the show at all but instead, was inching it’s way near Nagisa’s blanket and his delicious popcorn that was sitting in his lap. The smell alone gave away the location of the food and it wasn’t trying to be discreet any longer. Its beady little eyes were now eyeballing the yellow and fluffy puffs that Nagisa was absent-mindedly stuffing into his face. It slowly made its way up the mounds of the flannel blanket, hoping to not the catch the attention of the boy in front of it. But Nagisa was so engrossed that he wouldn’t have noticed if even Korosensei, himself, would have appeared by his side and started to eat his popcorn. So “it” deemed it safe enough to venture farther onto to blanket and onto the boy’s lap. Slow and steady wins the race but it needed to make it to the bowl before all the yellow fluff disappeared. It was getting closer, its antennas merely centimeters way from feeling its way up the bowl when suddenly….


The world around “it” was tossing and turning about as it was thrown off the blanket, landing surprisingly  on its tiny legs on the far side of the couch. The yellow bits of fluff were now thrown in every direction as the bowl itself landed on the carpet with a thud. Then the front door opened.

“GISA! GISA! Look! Look! Not only did I catch a Cubone but I also found a…what…the…hell?” Karma’s eyes widened at the scene in front of him. There was popcorn all over the floor and all over his favorite blanket. A bowl was upside down on the ground and a freaked out Nagisa was suddenly behind Karma, shaking and pointing to the couch. How the hell did he get behind me so fast? Karma thought as Nagisa clung to Karma’s elbow, still pointing and sputtering about.

“Ka-Ka-ka-karma, Do something! Ki-ki-kill it! Kill it! Something!” Nagisa spitted out, his voice shaky and his eyes filled with terror. Karma was growing concerned, looking all over the room for whatever “it” was Nagisa wanted him to kill.

“Kill what, Nagisa? Did someone break into the apartment?” Karma asked with an edge to his voice, as he opened the nearby closet, pulling out the baseball bat that he kept for such times.

“No-no-nooo,” Nagisa whimpered.

“Then what is it? Did a bat or a bird fly in here or something?”

“N-n-no, it’s not…a bat…or bird…either”.

Karma turned to look at Nagisa with a confused look on his face. He had no idea what else could have caused the bluenette to be in such a state of panic. Nagisa was always good at keeping his fears in check. He was so good, in fact that when it came out that his mom was psycho, Karma was shocked because Nagisa never did show that he was ever fearful of his mom’s behavior.

Carefully Karma took Nagisa’s shaking hand and laced into his own.

“Then what is it that scared you?” he softly asked the bluenette.

Nagisa finally looked up at Karma.

“It’s….it’s a bug, Karma. A bug the size of my hand! It is creepy and black and made its way onto my…my lap while I wasn’t looking.”

Karma glared at him then back to the couch, searching over it with his golden eyes. Finally after a few moments, something black caught his eye on the left side of the couch. Letting go of the shaken up Nagisa and leaning the bat on the wall, he stalked over to the couch and found what appeared to be a large, black, carpenter ant making its way down the couch arm. Karma had to fight back the laughter that was blubbing over in his mouth. He couldn’t believe out of ALL THINGS to scare Nagisa into such a tizzy, it was a harmless ant.

Suddenly a mischievous thought crossed his mind as a Cheshire grin appeared across his face. It was almost as if devil horns were growing out of his head as he leaped back away from the couch with drama.

“OH. MY. GOD!” He yelled, running and hiding behind Nagisa.

“What?! Did you see it? It’s huge right? I told you!”

“You said it was the size of your hand! Not the size of mine, Gisa! Jeez, why would you lie to me like that?” Karma whined, pretending to also be shaken up. “I don’t think I can just spray that thing down, Gisa. I think…I think we need to call pest control for this one.”

Nagisa nodded his head up and down furiously and then realized that Karma was actually pushing him forward.

“What…what are you doing?”

“I think we need to get a closer look don’t you? So we know what to tell pest control what we are dealing with,” Karma stated as they sauntered towards the couch together.

“Right, right. Good point,” Nagisa agreed, with serious bloodlust in his eyes. He was fully determined to see where the bug went and what exactly it was, getting a hold of himself and his fear finally.

“You saw what I saw right?” Karma asked from behind Nagisa.

“Yeah it was a huge black…”

“Spider! A black widow, I think. Good thing you moved when you did, Gisa. You could have been poisoned,” Karma interrupted him, with a serious tone in his words.

Nagisa began to tremble again. His fear back, and his courage gone like the wind.

“You…you  really think…I could have been…been poisoned?” Nagisa whimpered, suddenly regretting being the one in front as they stopped in front of the bowl on the ground. Nagisa looked around carefully before reaching down to pick it up, when suddenly, the bowl moved. Nagisa yelped, retracting his hand and before Karma realized it, he was back hiding behind the bigger boy, pushing Karma to the front.

“It…it…moved, the bowl moved, Karma! We have to call pest control now!”

“Quick, get the bug spray, I’ll try to sedate it while we call,” Karma ordered, trying so hard not to laugh at the nervous Nagisa who moved with lightning speed to the kitchen. While he was gone, Karma leaned down and lifted up the bowl to find the ant happily walking about the few pieces of popcorn that was left in the bowl. He smiled down at his new friend. He could have dragged this on for a while longer but Karma really did want to settle down eventually and watch the Sonic Ninja movie they rented. So in that instant, he decided to be caught.

“Um…Karma…what are you doing?” Nagisa questioned the other boy, holding the bug spray and glaring down at Karma who now had the “black widow” crawling about in the palm of his hand.

“Playing with our new, dangerous ant friend. I named him “Black Widow,” Karma cheerfully replied, humming to himself. “My, my, mister Black Widow, you sure did give our friend, Gisa here, a terrible fright when you jumped into his lap didn’t you?” Karma petted the black ant on the head, ignoring the heat of Nagisa’s glare that was drilling holes in the back of his head. But since Nagisa wasn’t speaking up, Karma turned around to find him giving Karma his infamous death stare with his arms folded.

Another mischievous thought came to mind.

“Oh no,” Karma groaned as he fell back onto Nagisa who put his hand out, instinctively,  catching Karma in midair and pushing him up.

“Karma, what are you doing?!!!!”

“It seems Black Widow is taking me down with his dangerous force. Gravity is increasing on me as we speak,” he whined, putting more of his weight onto Nagisa, who was falling backwards, and losing his balance against the larger male.




Karma’s chuckling filled the room as footprints were heard, stomping from the living room and into the bedroom.


Welp, there goes movie night, Karma thought as he picked up a piece of popcorn off the floor and popped into his mouth.  His friend “Black Widow” had managed to escape from the whole ordeal and was crawling under the couch, dragging a piece of popcorn behind. 

And I didn’t even get to tell Gisa about the Lapras I found before the app froze….maybe I should go cheer him up.

With that last thought, Karma flipped himself up and off the ground, making his way towards the bedroom door. He knew exactly how to cheer up his Gisa. Pulling out his chapstick, he popped it opened and began to rub it all over his lips.

“Oh Gisaaaaaaa, I’m ready to make up nowwwww.”

The End. Hope you guys enjoy :)
safe haven


WARNINGS: none!! 


It was another brisk, Monday morning at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Newt Scamander, his reddish brown hair a mess, made his way to Care of Magical Creatures, a class that he definitely didn’t mind attending.

As the class was held outside, Newt tucked his Hufflepuff scarf tightly around his neck, exhaling and producing a visible mist in the air as he joined the mass of students. 

When the professor announced that they would be working in partners, Newt gulped, pressing his lips together. He preferred working with the creatures alone, and didn’t do very well around other people - especially people his age.

“Mr. Scamander, you’ll be with Y/N.” 

Newt looked over at the girl he’d been paired up with, and she glanced back. He had seen her around, and thought she was pretty well-known at Hogwarts. But he didn’t believe he’d ever heard Y/N speak.

“Hi.” she said, after the teacher had instructed the students to find their partners. Her eyes held a friendly expression.

“Hello. I’m Newt.” he replied, gingerly, holding out his hand.

Her palm was warm against his. “Y/N.”

Newt grinned, and then the teacher passed out a bowtruckle to each pair of students. Y/N watched as Newt held the delicate creature in his hands, his eyes lighting up. The professor explained that they were to find various facts about the creatures and fill out a worksheet together.

Y/N looked down at the parchment, licking her lips. “How are we supposed to find out where these little guys come from?”

“Western England, southern Germany, and some parts of Scandinavia.” Newt stated, still admiring the bowtruckle, which had taken hold of his right index finger.

Y/N stared at the timid boy sitting next to her, bewildered. “How did you know that?”

He simply shrugged. “I’ve read about it.”

Y/N scrawled his reply onto the paper with her quill, then looked back up at Newt. He looked back, meeting her eyes for just a moment before directing his attention back to the green creature. 

“Do you want to hold it?” he asked, finally holding eye contact with her.

He had stunning icy blue eyes. 

Y/N eagerly nodded, holding both hands out. Their fingers brushed as the bowtruckle climbed from Newt’s palm onto hers.

She studied the creature up close, bottom lip tucked in between her teeth. Newt watched as the small, magical creature waved at Y/N with its twig-like arm. She laughed and waved back.

“These are incredible.” she breathed, not taking her eyes off of it.

Newt was surprised. Most people he had been paired up with in the past had dismissed magical creatures as cute or creepy. Some had even refused to touch them. 

“You know, um… they can camouflage themselves to blend in with anything.” Newt mumbled.

“Really?” she said, looking at him. “That’s amazing.” 

Newt swallowed the small lump in his throat before saying, “D-Do you like creatures too?”

Y/N smiled. “Love them.” she said, carefully passing the bowtruckle back to Newt. “I don’t eat meat, actually, because I think that killing any animal or creature, for any reason, is wrong.”

“Right!” Newt said, a bit too excitedly. “Everyone just disregards me when I say that.”

He regretted the words almost immediately after they came out of his mouth. He didn’t like attention. He was expecting the sympathy card - a pity party.

But instead, Y/N simply looked at him and said, “Me too.”

Newt grinned.

A few days later, Y/N had been walking outside the castle, just as the sun was setting, in search of a spot to finish her Care of Magical Creatures essay, when she saw Newt, leaning up against a tree, head bent over a book.

She made her way over. “Hi, Newt.”

He looked up, clearly surprised. “Oh. Hi, Y/N.” 

“Are you busy?” she asked, scrunching up her nose.

“Not really. Why?” he asked, slowly shutting his book.

“Would you mind, maybe, helping me out with the Magical Creatures essay?” she said, slowly. Y/N hated asking people for favors, but she could really use the help - and Newt seemed like the perfect person to ask. 

“Sure.” he said, running a hand through his hair. She sat down next to him. 

“Thank you so much.” she breathed. “I picked occamys, and I don’t know why, because I’ve never even seen one.”

“Do you want to?” Newt asked.

Her eyebrows scrunched towards one another. “What do you mean?” 

“So you come here a lot?” she asked, as Newt led her towards a medium-sized barn a few acres from the castle.

“Yeah.” he said, opening the door for her. “I help out the professor by feeding the creatures, making sure they’re alright - stuff like that.”

“That’s really - woah.” she said, looking around at the inside of the barn, once Newt had flicked on the light. Y/N was wonderstruck at what was in front of her. Nests full of creatures, all shapes and sizes, sleeping and making small noises. Greens and purples and magentas. Wings and beaks and shells and snouts. She never knew that such magical creatures existed - much less at Hogwarts.

“Neat, huh?” Newt said, looking around and smiling.

“Yeah.” she breathed, finally meeting his eyes.

“Um, these are nifflers,” he said, pointing to three small, black, possum-like creatures, “and these are billywigs,” he continued, gesturing to four small, blue, buzzing insects. He stopped in front of about six small, blue, snake-looking creatures, “and these are the occamys.”

“Wow…” Y/N said, taking a step toward them.

Newt suddenly grabbed her arm. “But be careful! They’re extremely defensive, always protecting their eggs.”

He let go of her arm and she watched him slowly walk over to the nest, arms up as if to show he didn’t mean any harm. “Shh. Mummy’s here.”

Y/N smiled, trying to hold in a laugh. “Mummy?”

Newt turned back to her, a blush rising to his cheeks. “Hey, it works.”

She laughed again, before Newt said, “Okay, I think you can come over now.”
Y/N slowly approached the astonishing creatures, stopping next to the blushing boy. She cautiously reached her hand out to stroke one of them, but her hand met a sharp set of fangs instead.

“Ow!” she called out, yanking her hand away and pressing it against her chest.

“Oh no, are you okay?” Newt asked, turning over her hand and inspecting the wound. She winced as she watched the dark red blood slowly seep from her skin.

“I can fix this.” Newt mumbled, before letting go of her hand and hurrying off to the opposite end of the barn, where a table stood with various green plants on top of it. Y/N watched him fiddle with the plants, cutting one and tying it to another.

“How did you get into all of this?” she asked, as she studied him.

“My mother used to breed hippogriffs for a living.” he said, his focus still on the plants. “I used to go to work with her, and it made me realize how much I love working with animals.”

She nodded, even though he wasn’t facing her. She then wondered why she hadn’t paid much attention to Newt Scamander before. She felt a little bad about it. He’d always been quiet and reserved, and Y/N was glad she had gotten to see this side of him.

“Here.” Newt breathed, walking over with a small part of a plant between his thumb and forefinger. He gently took Y/N’s injured hand in his, and dabbed the blood away with a cloth. He looked up at her and whispered, “This may sting.”

She clenched her teeth as Newt squeezed the plant’s juice onto her bite mark. It stung for a moment, then the pain began to slowly fade. Newt’s fingers shook slightly as he spread the liquid around the perimeter of the wound, and Y/N looked up at him. His left eyelid twitched as he concentrated on the back of her hand. She stared at the curve of his eyelashes, and could smell the sweetness of his breath.

His blue eyes met hers. Neither of them said anything at first, until Newt looked away and stuttered, “I’m sorry, um… I -”

She kissed him hard on the mouth.

His lips were soft as he gasped, but immediately melted into her. He dropped what he was holding and grabbed the sides of her face. Her fingers ran through his light brown hair, probably spreading plant juice all over it.

He smelled of cacti and tasted of sweetness.

Y/N completely forgot about her essay.

i hope you all liked this; it was really fun to write!! i based this off two separate anon requests that i thought would work well together (and also @notimeforcautiontars who wanted newt at hogwarts :) ). let me know if you want more newt fics in the future, because i adored writing about him! xx

Date starter (closed)

Kenma had slept in for hours. He had a long six hours working the.night before. So he slept past four o clock and woke up to Kuroo screaming.

“Hey, your tweedle dumbass friend is here!” Kuroo shouted.

“Oh shoot!! I didn’t wake up in time, I swear I need to start setting alarms!!” Kenma said getting up,.and getting ready. He threw on some blue ripped jeans, a green shirt, and a black vest, his sneakers, hoodie, grabbed his phone, patted down his hair, brushed his teeth, used mouthwash, and went out the door almost tripping on his way out.

“Bye, Kuroo!!” he shouted back after walking out the door. “I’m sorry, I just woke up!” Kenma said to Hikaru.


Nursery Painting

This is basically a pregnancy Drabble for @lucasfrar although I’m not sure I did it right. But here it is anyways and I hope you like it Emma! :)

No read more link cause I’m currently on the bus but I’ll insert one when I get to school!

Lucas never really understood the hype about pregnancy.

Well, he understood it technically, children came out of the process and of course babies were cute, but the whole pregnancy process just seemed like a incredibly bothersome ordeal, especially for the pregnant party. All that wobbling around and pain and constant peeing didn’t seem like something to look forward to.

At least until Maya got pregnant.

Lucas expects to come home to the usual.

Maya slouching deeply into the couch, drumming her fingers gently on the side of her large rounded belly as waits for him to come home. Maybe she’s watching the Parent Trap on repeat or maybe she’s eating a strange mix of pudding and Cheerios from the bowl balanced on her stomach, but either way the point is the point is that Maya Hart always sits in the same place when she’s waiting for him to come home (because honestly at this point the effort to get up without assistance really is too much) and today she is not.

So obviously Lucas’ first instinct is to panic.

“Baby?” Lucas calls through the house, dropping his bags carelessly as he starts for the stairs, heart lurching. He pushes the bathroom door open first immediately, knowing that with the twins current size Maya’s need to pee was almost constant.

But she’s not there, and Lucas might be beginning to freak out. After all when your very small very pregnant wife goes missing, the worse kind of starts to race through your mind.

Lucas turns from the bathroom, immediately feeling regret at the choice of buying such a large house as he shouts, “Maya!”

Lucas is pulling his phone out even as he rushes down their hall, fingers poised over Riley’s number as he speeds passed the nursery, heart in his throat as he presses the number.

But before the phone can even ring once Lucas sees a flash of blonde from the corner of his eye, skids to a stop in his the shoes he neglected to take off as he turns back to look into the nursery.

And there Maya is, laid on the floor of the twins’ room, bulging belly pointing straight up and peeking out of her old Rolling Stones shirt as she lies on her back. At this point her stomach’s expanded so much with the twins that Lucas can barely make out her face in this position, at least from the distance he is away. But he can just make out the colourful wire of her headphones around the side of the bulge, can see the bright mix of paint smudges of on the previously white headphone standing out against frizzy blonde braids. And he can easily spot the paint brush in Maya’s hand, can clearly see the small elegant strokes she uses to paint something on the twins wall as she drums the paint streak fingers of her other hand on top of her belly.

Lucas steps into the nursery curiously, closing the distance between them enough to see that Maya faces the wall, blue eyes focused as she uses her small paint brush to detail stripes on the tiny tiger she’s painted on the baseboard of the nursery. Lucas feels himself beginning to smile as he catches sight of Maya’s lip trapped tightly between her teeth, chewing idly in her concentration.

He hangs up the phone as he crouches down next to her, takes a his free hand and gently rests it over her hand on her belly, startling her into turning to him. Maya blinks up at him, pulls her hand from under his to tug her headphones from her ears as her lips twist into a wry smile, her fingers adding another smudge of paint to the wire.

“Hey, you.” Maya says warmly and Lucas huffs a laugh at the casual greeting, the memory of his earlier panic still with him. “What?”

“Nothing.” Lucas dismisses easily, his grin stretching over his cheek as he takes a moment to gently stroke Maya’s swelled belly, touch the skin revealed by the now much too small top. He leans down to press a kiss to her belly tenderly before he says, “Just missed you all.”

Maya snorts at that, her fingers moving to Lucas’ hair to comb through it once gently before pulling him in by the back of the neck.

“Lips up here mister.” Maya murmurs gently and Lucas laughs as he moves to lean over her, ever careful of the bump between them.

“Yes ma'am.” Lucas mutters against her lips, and he can feel Maya’s sputter of laughter against his Cupid’s bow as his lips move against hers. He presses a few more kisses to her curving lips before trailing them slowly up her grinning cheeks, presses one against her nose. Maya snorts another laugh as she gently swats him away, replaces the hand on the back of his neck to pull him in for one more quick peck before she gently shoves at his shoulder.

“Okay enough of that, I’m busy Huckleberry.” Maya says pointedly, directing a finger towards the series of animals painted along the baseboard. Lucas admired them for a moment, his eyes following the chain of dancing animals fondly, before he pushes back into a crouch beside Maya, pulls the hand on his shoulder to his lips so he can kiss her paint streaked palm.

“I can help.”

“You mean you can distract me.” Maya corrects exasperatedly and Lucas grins in reply to that, turns to Maya’s stomach beside him and rests a large warm hand on it.

“What’s your Mama saying, huh? I’m super helpful right guys?” Lucas murmurs gently at the belly and Maya huffs, looks down slightly cross eyed at her stomach.

“Don’t bring them into this, you’re already their favourite.”

“Course I am, daddy’s little girls.” Lucas teases jokingly and Maya shakes her head at him, smacks him on the chest.

“They could be Mama’s boys for all we know.” Maya points out. “Or aliens.”

“Maya, you’re not giving birth to aliens.” Lucas intones for the umpteenth time and Maya simply raises a brow at that, shrugging casually as she stifles her smile.

“Says you.” Maya grumbles lowly as she stretches a hand out towards the equipment laid on the floor, grabs a dry paint brush and offers it to Lucas. “Here. Stop crushing my intergalactic dreams and start drawing a frog.”

“I can manage that.” Lucas says, taking the brush, and Maya smile is soft before she turns away from him to continue with her tiger. Lucas dips his paint brush in the small amount of green paint Maya has laid out beside her and settles in cross legged and starts painting.

His frog is wobbly and nowhere near as good as Maya’s tiger but it gets the point across and it doesn’t look too out of place. He goes to add some more yellow for dimension when he spots Maya, still laid on her back but this time with eyes shut gently, her stomach raising slowly up and down as she breathes. And Lucas feels his heart just about stop, his eyes completely pinned on her watching the peaceful look on the face of the woman he loves most. He puts down the brush and gets up to gently pull the other out of Maya’s hand, kisses his mumbling wife’s forehead tenderly as he gently brushes some hair back from her forehead.

“Love you Shortstack.” He whispers warmly, and Maya sleepily hums in reply, turning her head towards Lucas as he settles in beside her, hand stroking her stomach as he presses another kiss to her temple. “And our alien babies.”

Maya even huffs a laugh in her sleep.


I blame @rudolphsriley for the alien thing TBH sorry. :) lol I’ll try again soon!

Soldier Wars

Chapter 1
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Parings: Kotoumi, Nozoeli, Nicomaki

Summary: AU. Soldier Game centric. All you need to know is that they wear suits in this fic and are absolutely badass

Words: ~10,000

Tags: Alternate Universe, Adult Characters, Canon Divergence, M-rated

Note: After writing about 6 pairings in Buy Your Love, I’ll focus more on my 3 absolute favs this time -> Soldier Game Trio is love

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steve's unnaturally quiet when he and sam hit the road again. sam's beat up and tired, but he knows steve's silences enough to ask about it, make a crack about the raft, ignoring how tight his voice gets. but steve turns his serious blue eyes on sam and says, "you thought i wasn't going to save you," and sam's teeth click together as his mouth closes. "sam--" and steve looks absolutely pained, "sam, you thought--" and sam can't hear his fears reflected back to him, tries to brush it off...

“aww c'mon steve, not used to having heroes come and save me–” “sam, sam–” steve’s eyes are watery and he looks like sam has just slapped him. “steve–you gotta know i trust you. but i… i’m realistic,” and steve’s face clouds before he grabs sam’s hand and says with utmost sincerity, “i love you, sam. i love you–how could you ever think that i would leave you? i could never–” and sam kisses him to shut him up.