everyone laughed and no one got hurt

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Lance knows that he’s not the best member on the team, he sees all the looks from Shiro and Allura. Yeah he tries his hardest but fighting has never been his thing. Back at home he would wrestle with his siblings but that was the extent of his fighting skills.

On days he would let his mind wander too far he would go to the training deck and try to fight out his anger like Keith does but that never really helped him.

One night he went into the training deck to get some extra practice when an idea came to him. He plugged in his music player into the control system and activated the training bot.

Never before had he fought with such ease. With the music playing he was able to turn it into a dance, a fast paced, dangerous, and absolutely stunning dance.

He trained like that for weeks, his skills steadily improving. But he never told the others. He’s not sure why he felt the need to keep it a secret from the rest of the team, but he did. Maybe he thought they would laugh at him for training that way, maybe he was afraid that wouldn’t let him train that way anymore cuz that’s not how soldiers fight.

Maybe it was both.

It was a day after a particularly hard mission that they found him. The missing went off, things didn’t go as planned and while no one got hurt, the mission was still a failure.

Lance had waited for everyone to go to sleep before he went to the training deck and started from level one. When the others woke up, on the way to the dining room they heard music. Not loud but definitely there. Together they followed the sound to the training deck doors, only for them to be locked. Allura then led the group to the training decks observation room.

They were all in shock to see Lance fighting. Beautiful and deadly. There were training bots scattered all across the deck, and the castle was having a hard time clearing the broken bodies with the rate Lance was dropping them. They watched for a while, totally captivated by the Lance was moving his body. Allura was the first to regain herself and ended the training session. Just before the the console shut off, it displayed the level it had ended on. Level 23.

So a demon is possessing the body of my rogue’s adoptive-brother. She obviously doesn’t want to hurt him, but she doesn’t want him to hurt the rest of the party.

Rogue: Well that leaves one person. I stab myself in the stomach.
Everyone else: WHAT THE FUCK.

The DM laughs a bit, making some rolls as I get yelled at for stabbing myself.
Fighter: “The fuck is that going to accomplish-”
DM: The demon seems frazzled for a moment before rushing over to [rogue’s] side and using a cure spell on her.
Demon: “The fuck was that?! How did you do that?!”
Rogue: “You’re possessing my older brother. Unless you got rid of him completely, I doubt he’s suddenly going to become passive rather than fussing and obsessing over me when I’m injured.”
Demon: “Well-”
Rogue: “Try your luck at killing me. See how that does over in my brother’s body.”
Demon: “Bullshit! I’ll deal with you and your gross sibling love later-”
Rogue: I stab myself again.
DM: *More rolls* He returns and heals you again.
Rogue: “Thanks for the healing.”
Demon: “Quit it, can’t you see I’m trying to kill people!”
Rogue: I stab myself again.

My confused party takes this as permission to attack him, knocking him out pretty quickly while he’s distracted with me.

Fighter: “…what just happened?”
Wizard: “Familial bonding.”

TL;DR: Rogue beats demon possessing her brother by distracting him and tricking him into healing her from brotherly instinct.

(Note: anything in quotations is in character, if not, it’s ooc)

Shots Fired

Word Count: 2440

Pairing: FBI Agent Dean x Pharmacist Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Some Angst, Some Fluff

A/N: Written for @dancingalone21 ‘s funny quote challenge. My quote was: “That attitude right there. That’s why I always got the extra cookie.” Also written for @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms Shit My Patient’s Say challenge. I used a ton of quotes from that one. They’re all bolded. 

A/N 2: Unbeta’d and unedited. Probably a shit ton of mistakes. My bad.

A/N 3: Most/All of the stories in here aside from being robbed (at gunpoint anyway) have happened to me in my career. More than once. Fun times. 

You left your 12 and a half hour shift at the pharmacy over 30 minutes late. Some asshole had decided to wait until 9:00 to come get their prescription filled that they needed right that second. Of course, they’d had the prescription in their hand for over three weeks. Not that you could turn them down. Your district manager would surely find out and chew your ass out for it the next day.

Grabbing your bags and sliding out of your car you realized Dean wasn’t home yet either. Your husband’s Impala was nowhere to be seen. Ever since he’d taken a job as an FBI agent, he’d been working crazy hours too. The two of you barely saw each other anymore and it sucked. Sighing, you trudged into the house and dropped your stuff, kicking off your shoes. You made your way into the kitchen, grabbing all the junk food you could find and a bottle of Captain Morgan before throwing yourself in a heap on the couch.

You were mindlessly watching TV when Dean came home, discarding his jacket and tie before he lifted your legs and sat down, resting your legs in his lap. “Rough day?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“The completely eaten bag of chips, the leftover ketchup on the plate where you probably had a frozen cheeseburger, oh and the uh…half drunk bottle of Captain Morgan that was totally full yesterday.” Dean pointed to the bottle in your hand and you rolled your eyes, sarcastically scoffing into the air.

“Good job, detective.

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Close as Strangers: Chapter 11

Close as Strangers: Chapter 11

Word count: 6.2k

Genre: High School au, angst, smut  

This is dedicated to one of my best friends, thank you for being my friend and putting up with my weird ass. Thank you for reading my works and helping me want to keep writing even when I feel overwhelmed. Love you to death @kae-popx have a wonderful birthday, you deserve it! 

Chapters: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten

Originally posted by sugutie

You and Yoongi were bringing your stuff down to the foyer when the doorbell rang. You had woken up only about fifteen minutes ago. You were so tired but you lazily went and opened it to a sleepy looking Jungkook. He smiled and walked in, giving you a kiss and brushing hair from your face.

“Morning, Jungkook.“ you rubbed the sleep from one eye.

“Hi, love. Do you want some help with your bags?” He asked. He became very smiley all the sudden. His hand suddenly slid down your back and cupped your ass, squeezing it quickly. All you could do was gasp and he was out the door with one of your bags. Yoongi had already taken his but came back for his pillow and backpack.

“You okay, Y/N?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah,” you unfroze, you were definitely awake now. You grabbed your backpack and blanket. Then you and Yoongi said goodbye to your parents and his parents.

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You're what?

Warnings: none

a/n: I love love love Brian O’Conner

You sighed as you sat next to Mia as she looked at the computer screen in front of her. Your head quickly snapped behind you as you heard a car revving from outside of the garage. You quickly stood up from your seat as two people walked in. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head.

What the hell?

You turned to Mia and mumbled,
“Get out of here.”

She nodded before she snuck off as you slowly walked towards your older brothers. Dean glared at you,
“You said you were on a case in Sioux Falls, what the hell are you doing in LA?”

You hesitantly stood in front of them,
“Plans changed.”

Dean scoffed as Sam placed a hand on his chest to calm him down,
“Dean relax.”

Dean slapped his hand away as you saw movement from the corner of your eye. No, no, no, stay back there.

Dean narrowed his eyes,
“We haven’t seen you in a year Y/N!”

“Dean just let me explain.” You stated.

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Klaus Mikaelson: CHRISTMAS PART 1

Words count: 1360

Warning: None lots of pictures. I own nothing of the pics or the gifs. I don’t celebrate Christmas so all I know is from movies and YouTube vlogers.

Summer: It’s your first Christmas with the Mikaelson’s.


“NIK!” You shouted as you busted into your shared bedroom, excited. Klaus sat up quickly and looked around the room for the source of danger.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Nik asked you and you jumped onto the bed.

“It’s Christmas you silly.” You laughed and hugged him.

“y/n it’s 7 in the morning.” Nik groaned and pulled you down as he laid back down on the bed. He had his arms around you with his face in the crook of your neck.

“It’s almost 8 and everyone is already up.” You told him but cuddled him. “We’re all waiting for you to get up.”

“Can’t you all wait?” Nik mumbled.

“NO! Now get up.” You told him and kissed his cheek before pulling away from him. “Nik come on it’s our first Christmas together, so get up, please, for me.”

You pouted and gave him a sad look, Nik looked at you for a moment before he sighed.

“Fine you win this time, love.” Nik said and you let out a shriek and a smile broke into your face and you ran out of the room. Nik took notice of your Christmas jumper and pajama pants, your hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Nik smiled at how cute you looked. He decided to get out of bed before you came back and pulled him out of bed yourself.

Nik slowly got out of bed and got out of the bedroom, he looked down at the yard in the abattoir. You had demanded for it to be changed into a Christmassy living room, there was comfy sofas and a big Christmas tree that had gifts under it. The coffee table was full of food and snakes all Christmas themed. It was your first Christmas with the Mikaelson and it was the first time Nik saw you excited about something that much.

“Nik come down.” Rebekah called for her big brother. The yard was filled with Rebekah, Marcel, Kol, Davina, Finn, Sage, Elijah, Hayley, Hope, Cami and you. Marcel, Rebekah, Finn, Elijah and Cami were all dressed for the day but the rest of you were still in pajamas or Christmas jumpers.

“Coming little sister.” Nik said and got down to you all. Everyone was talking and eating and sitting around the living-room. You were sitting on the floor with your back against Elijah’s leg as he sat on the sofa. You were holding Hope while talking to Cami and Davina, Kol sitting next to Davina on the carpeted floor.

“Finally brother, we thought you’d never show up.” Kol said and smiled at his older brother.

“Well I couldn’t really say no to y/n.” Nik said and sat down next to you.

“No one say no to me.” You told him and laughed as Nik pulled you to him so you were leaning onto his chest, with Hope in your arms.

“That’s true.” Cami said and smiled.

“I believe it’s time to open gifts.” Elijah said, you smiled excited to see how everyone will react to your gifts.  

“Why not start from the youngest?” Hayley said.

“That’s cruel.” Marcel said and we laughed.

“Yeah, some of us are really old.” Sage said.

“My point exactly.” Hayley said.

“Hayley is right, Hope is first, then Davina and after her Hayley and then we’ll go on.” Cami said and you nodded.

“I agree with Hayley and Cami.” You said and everyone agreed.

“So Hayley and Klaus open Hope’s gifts.” Rebekah said, Nik and Hayley both moved to the tree Nik also took Hope from you, you moved so you were sitting next to Cami. They both got the big pile Hope got and started to open the gifts. Everyone had shoes a wrapping paper so you could tell who got what. Hope was the most spoiled kid ever, she got so many things, but you decided to get her funny clothes and couldn’t wait for everyone to see. Cami did know what you got Hope, as she was with you when you went Christmas shopping.

“Okay, who go these?” Hayley asked holding your gifts, they were wrapped separately but held together with a string.

“I did.” “y/n did.” You and Cami said at the same time after sharing a look.

“Ookay.” Hayley said suspension of you two. Hayley opened the first one. She giggled and showed everyone what you got.

“I have a feeling this is how she’ll be when she get older.” Kol said and Sage nodded.

“Only if Niklaus raised her alone.” Finn said and you raised a hand and said “I agree.”

“I thought you loved me.” Nik said faking hurt.

“No, Elijah just compelled me to.”

“Burn.” Marcel said and high fived you.

“Okay next two, one for me to open and one for Klaus.” Hayley said and gave one to Klaus and they both opened them at the same time. They both laughed at the quotes on the baby romper.

“I want to see.” Rebekah said and she took the rompers and showed everyone and again laughter filled the room.

“I wish you were here every Christmas.” Kol said as he calmed down from his laughter.

“Well I think you could count me in from now on.” You told him and smiled.

“I told you getting them was a good idea.” Cami said and you nodded. Davina then opened her gifts, you and nick got her a gold and diamond earrings and necklace. Davina slowly opened the black velvet box.

“Oh my god.” She said her eyes going wide. “Guys this is too much.”

“Davina nothing is too much for you, plus with how much these guys hold balls and all these stuff it’s good to have something to wear.” You told her and gave her a hug. You could tell that Kol appreciated what you got her and what you said, as Davina was still feeling like an outcast between you all.

It was then Hayley’s turn, she got some creative things, you decided to get her a bubble bath gift box and a painting of a wolf that you knew she’d love.

“y/n thank you so much, these are amazing.” Hayley gave you a hug. “And I’ll be using the bubble bath kit as soon as I can, I’m in need of one.”

“No worries, I’m glad you liked them.” You told her. After Hayley finished it was your turn. You felt so spoiled with all the things you got.







You save Nik for the last you knew he was nervous. You locked eyes with Nik as you held the big box in your hand, you winked at him as you slowly pulled one end of the bow.

“Y/N! Just bloody open it.” Rebekah said and you smirked.

“I will.” You said and opened it faster. It was a beautiful ball gown, you saw in a shop once but wasn’t too sure if it will look good on you. You smiled and looked up at Nik. You silently pulled him closer and gave him a hug, you pulled back silently and kissed his lips slowly, and pulled back. “Thank you, I love it.”

“I’ll give you the rest later.” Nik said and you gave him a confused look but nodded. Everyone then opened his gift, you got Nik a handmade wooden watch with his initials in the back and cuffslinks with hopes initials and a picture of her inside of it.

After everyone was done opening their gifts, you all drifted into your own conversations. You were taking to sage and Finn when you felt a hand sneak around your waist and you were suddenly pulled back into a muscular chest. You smiled and leaned back into your boyfriend.

“Excuse me, but I’m going to steal y/n for a moment.” Nik told Finn and Sage who gave Nik a knowing look that caused you to frown.

“Sure, enjoy.” Sage said and sent you a wink, before you could question her you were suddenly in the big balcony in your bedroom, this is where you and Nik had your first kiss.

“What was that all about” You asked Nik.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Easter with Svt
  • Okay
  • I’ve got to start with this
  • Otherwise it just wouldn’t be right 
  • But shua going to the morning Easter service with his family 
  •  tbh all I care about 
  • The fact he is home in general sends me over the moon 
  • But the idea of him getting to go to church with his mom and dad 
  • Freakin gold okay 
  • And he gets all fancied up 
  • Because it’s an Easter service 
  • So he’s looking fine 
  • Then again when does he not look good 
  • Anyways 
  • Maybe he takes the other members 
  • Maybe he doesn't 
  • Maybe a few tag along 
  • Either way he’s going 
  • But then after that he goes home for a late lunch 
  • Cooked by his mama 
  • Yes our shua gets a home cooked meal from his mom I’m in tears 
  • But the rest of the members show up 
  • Here’s where it gets wild
  • Okay so that’s a lot of mouths to feed 
  • So the kitchen is jam packed 
  • Mrs Hong is running all over the place 
  • But I feel like shua and her are quite similar so she’s obviously level headed and calm 
  • Mingyu is totally there helping her cook everything 
  • Wonwoo is there too
  • Offering more moral support than actually cooking but that’s okay 
  • Jeonghan is in the kitchen too 
  • Striking up a lively conversation with Mrs Hong 
  • Tbh they are probably complaining about the various things shua does that is a bit annoying 
  • Like the whole not bringing a towel when he showers thing
  • Vernon, Seungkwan and Chan would 100% be gushing over their hyung’s lil baby photos that are no doubt framed all over the house 
  • Seungcheol and Mr Hong would totally talk for a while 
  • Like the two great dads they are 
  • But then eventually Mr Hong and the boys manager would go out and hide Easter eggs 
  • Mrs Hong thought it was a good idea 
  • And tbh these 13 guys that are legit 5 year olds at heart aren’t going to object 
  • So while those two are out there legit hiding like over a hundred of those colorful plastic eggs 
  • The rest of the guys are inside doing something
  • Whether it’s cooking
  • or pushing tables together and setting up the chairs 
  • Pouring the various drinks 
  • Everyone is doing something 
  • Everything is happy and the house is full of life and laughter 
  • This is the best time any of them have had in awhile
  • Including the Hongs 
  • So the meal is finally made 
  • Shua has changed into something a little less fancy 
  • Cause let’s be honest 
  • Fancy clothes aren’t the most comfortable 
  • So everyone crams around the table 
  • And Mr Hong prays 
  • Because yes 
  • And then they all dive into the meal
  • Shua’s probably melting because it’s his moms cooking 
  • Nothing is better than that 
  • Tbh the other 12 guys are in heaven 
  • Because amazing food 
  • Everyone’s talk and laughing 
  • Lots of giggling 
  • Happy happy happy 
  • Like neighbors can just feel happiness radiating from the house 
  • Insert wonwoo saying happiness here
  • So they finally finish 
  • All the food is gone 
  • Everyone is stuffed 
  • Everyone who was dieting which I don’t think any of them are but I could be wrong went out the window 
  • Because as seungkwan said 
  • Diets always start tomorrow 
  • So now it’s time for the great Easter egg hunt 
  • So imma just take a shot in the dark
  • But I have a feeling most of them haven’t done Easter egg hunts 
  • So they are all hell excited 
  • Soonyoung is break dancing with seokmin 
  • Jun is talking at the speed of light he’s so excited 
  • Vernon and minghao are just dabbing all over creation 
  • Seungkwan is no doubt spinning around the yard and singing super loud
  • Joshua is probably telling coups and jeonghan about all the crazy things that happened back when he did these hunts as a lil bean 
  • Mingyu probably stepped on one of the plastic eggs that wasn’t hidden so well and broke it 
  • So now he and wonwoo are flipping out because what !!!
  • Jihoon would be acting all nonchalant and like “I’m a grown man I don’t need to do this”
  • But tbh he’s already trying to find some of the eggs with chan because THEY WILL WINNNNNN 
  • So everyone’s got their bags and baskets and the race is on!!!! 
  • Lots of screaming and yelling 
  • Tbh the neighbors are probably worried why there are 13 grown boys screaming and excitedly looking for small colored plastic eggs 
  • So they start off strong 
  • Everyone is finding them left in right 
  • Mr and Mrs Hong and the manager are practically wheezing from laughing so hard because it’s all so comical 
  • People are crashing into each other 
  • Others shoved out of the way because “I saw it first!!1!1!!1”
  • Someone’s gonna die if this doesn’t end soon 
  • Things finally start to calm down 
  • And it’s just down to the last few eggs that are the hardest to find 
  • Everyone’s looking 
  • Everyone. 
  • Even the two that hid them
  • They had counted before hiding them 
  • They knew how many there were supposed to be
  • And some were missing 
  • The guys get tired of looking after a while 
  • So they do what any other person would do
  • Plastic eggs aren’t good for just hiding 
  • They make excellent things to pelt at your friends 
  • And so starts the great Easter egg battle of 2017 
  • If the neighbors thought they were loud before 
  • Oh no 
  • Now it’s loud 
  • All the hard work of finding and picking up the eggs is gone 
  • They are everywhere now 
  • So when everyone is out of breath
  • And their sides are broken from laughing 
  • And their cheeks hurt because to much smiling 
  • They start to pick up the lil eggs 
  • And of course 
  • A few more than before are missing 
  • Naturally
  • As it goes with every other Easter egg hunt 
  • And the battles that follow them 
  • These eggs will never be found
  • Until one day 
  • When someone is out gardening or something 
  • Three years from now 
  • When they find half of a faded blue plastic egg 
  • And then finally you’ve got all the eggs 
  • Lmao 
  • They would have a blast on Easter okay 
  • All the candy that would get consumed 
  • Tbh it’s be a mess 
  • A beautiful, happy, spring, pastel bunnies, lil yellow chicks, Easter mess 
  • And by far 
  • Everyone’s favorite Easter ever 
“I’ll be good for you.” // Zach Dempsey x Reader

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Prompt: Hi can you do an imagine where the reader is Justin’s little sister and has a crush on Zach bc they’re close but can feel that he likes her back but when she tells him, he takes it a different way and tells his friends and they begin to make fun of her for it and so does Zach but doesn’t realize he likes her until he saves her from a bad situation? (You can change anything) Thanks!

I was sitting in the living room of the shared apartment between Justin and me. After we couldn’t take anymore from our mom, we decided to get emancipated and live on our own. Even though my older brother worked two jobs and I worked one, I have to say it was the best decision we ever made. I heard the keys jingling outside the door, signaling Justin’s arrival. He opened it and revealed an exhausted teenage boy.

“Hey little sis.”

“Hey Justin.” He came over and ruffled my hair.

Justin and I were really close because of the times our mom would become a lunatic and all we had was each other. He was protective over me, thinking I deserved the best and only the best. I dragged myself out of my thoughts and continued to change the channels on the tv.

He placed his backpack down in his room and came back out, joining me on the couch. “A few of my friends are coming over to hang out. Is that fine?”

I didn’t take my eyes off the screen. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

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PART 3!!!

Surprise I wanted to put it up now. Sorry I know it’s late a pretty lame update and it hecka sucks but #4 is about to be great. Love you guys!

Rating: PG maybe

It was impossible to sleep that night. The reveal of my art piece was approaching quickly and my nerves were catching up to me.

I got a text from my mum first thing in the morning saying she was so proud and excited to see me. I had picked out what I was going to wear weeks ago.

The black dress hug my porcelain curves, the red lipstick I boldly chose matches my red shoes and hang back.

I felt like I was going to something as significant as the Grammys. My dark hair falling in perfect ringlets as I curl it.

I arrived at the studio early, much earlier than required. I observed the blank space on the wall that would soon hold my masterpiece.

Artwork that I’ve tried to express multiple times in my teenage years but just finally was able to do.

My parents are the first to show up. They race to hug me.

I introduce them to the owner of the art gallery who I met while sketching at a coffee shop. My artwork caught his eye and he said he wanted to see more. I want to say it is because he liked my work more than the fact I was drawing a nude woman.

Many strangers show up. Already with still a half hour left until we start, there is a much bigger turnout than I expected.

The art covered walls feeling much closer together as my nervousness increases.

Calum, Ashton and Michael all show up. Michel brings a girl who I do not recognize.

“Is my art reveal the place you bring a girl on a first date?” I question as the blond wanders away to look at the other art pieces.

“Well I get major props for knowing the artist.” Michael bumps me.

I grin and look at all of them. They are all dressed up, meaning they are wearing button ups. Sure michaels is only half tucked in and calum is wearing blue jeans but it’s really the effort that counts.

“It really means a lot that you guys are here.” I smile at them.

“Aww!” Ashton squeals like a girl before hugging me.

“Have you guys heard from Luke?” I ask nonchalantly.

They shake their heads. I brush it off, I’m sure he is on his way.

When the owner starts calling for everyone to gather together I glance at the door one more, waiting for Luke to make one of his last minute entrances.

I make my way up to the front, while I was chatting with people I didn’t notice them put up my painting. It is covered by a thin cloth so no one can see it.

I glance down at my phone. There is a text from Luke:

Finally couldn’t put off taking ‘A’ out to dinner any longer. Wanna hang after?

I swear I could literally feel my heart being smashed. All of the pieces tearing through my body, desperate to find their way back together. But they were too lost.

He had forgotten and her again Arzaylea got what she wanted. On the night that was supposed to be mine.

I know if he had remembered he would have been the first person here. He would have wanted to come out to dinner with my parent and I after and he would have calmed my nerves before the show.

He wasn’t here, instead he was with her probably fighting.

I feel as I am about to cry. In front of all of these people. Everyone is looking at me, am I crying and not noticing it.

The one say I do decide to wear make up of course I would ruin it.

The owner says my name and I realized he was speaking to me.

“I’m so sorry. what?” I ask.

“Nerves seem to get the best of these young people.” He makes a joke. Many people laugh and I pull together my best smile.

“Why don’t you uncover your piece when you are ready and tell us about it.” He says.

My eyes scan the faces of the room once more. Hoping Luke remembered and snuck in without me noticing. I’m yet again let down.

The thing is I’m not even mad. I’m just so incredibly hurt, this was one of the most important nights of my life and he promised.

I slowly remove the barrier and everyone claps before pulling out their cameras. My mother has been filming since she got here.

“I want to catch my baby girls big moment.” Her words ring through my head.

“It took me a really long time to think of a name for this piece. Eventually I just went with ‘Air’.” I say. “It is painted with oil based paints. To me it represents freedom and individuality.”

My painting has a silhouette girl who is off centered next to a house. It is a pallet of colors. She is holding on to a bunch of balloons that I like to are pulling her up, wherever she wants.

The small room that recently seemed so full suddenly seems so empty. One of the only people I wanted to be here celebrating wasn’t.

I try to swallow back the tears of sadness the blur my vision. One single drop wins the battle as it slides down my cheek, the rest of its arm fallows in its quick descent down my face.

“There is a reason I wants the girl to remain identity less. Because I do think of this as a self portrait but adding something like skin color or hair color could ruin the illusion that this could be any other woman out there. Those fighting for freedom, equality.” My voice cracks as I continue to cry.

My mothers eyes mirror mine, smiling as proud and happy emotions stroll from her eyes.

“Those fighting for love. I wanted this to be a painting that could be looked at and see from so many different perspectives and points of view. See yourself in my work. I do this for the world.” I finish my speech.

The audience stars applauding and as much as I feel it’s impossible I muster up a smile.

“Wow. It is very phenomenal that this piece means this much to you. And it is only through true emotion like this do we find success and beauty in one’s art.” The owner of the gallery starts another round of applause.

I think them all, excusing myself to get some air.

On a day that is suppose to be about me I would ruin it crying over some boy. I painted the girl to be me but I don’t feel half as strong or beautiful as I want people to feel when they look at it.

I’m joined outside by Calum. I wipe my eyes and smile at him.

At least people think I’m crying for a different reason.

He pulls me in for a hug, rubbing my back.

“I’m sorry he wasn’t here today.” He says.

The waterworks start all over again. We pull away from each other i try to conceal myself but I can’t.

He already knows anyways. Everyone knows that I’m so in love with Luke. Everyone but Luke.

“I don’t know why I’m letting him get to me like his.” I rub my face, a lot of my makeup coming off with it.

“He said he would be here. It’s not right and you have every right to be upset. It’s not fair. He is supposed to be here.” Calum says.

I wonder if he knows where Luke actually is.

“Yeah well he has other obligations. Like a girlfriend who he is with right now.” I say.

The surprise etched in his face shows me he didn’t.

“He is with Arzaylea? What? 10 times out of 10 he would rather be with you.” Calum says.

“That’s not true.” I shake my head. Luke and I do have the best fun together but there is something about being in a relationship with someone. You want to be with them all the time.

That’s how I’ve always felt about Luke except we aren’t in a relationship.

“They just fight a lot. I’m scared sometimes he is unhappy but then there is days like this where he forgets about me because he is with her.” I wipe the unders of my eyes.

“I don’t think he ever stops thinking about you.” Calum says quietly. “Do you ever think the reason Luke is so unhappy with Arzaylea is because she isn’t the one he wants to be with.”

Calum seems like he is almost trying to hint something.

“What? What are you saying?” I squint at him through my tears.

“Oh my gosh. You are both so blind. He likes you, as more than a friend.” Calum rolls his eyes.

I shake my head in disbelief “Luke doesn’t think of me that way. I’m nothing more than a friend to him.” My soul breaks as I say that.

More and more these days being with Luke seems to not even be possible. Like a dream I need to give up on.

“Drunk Luke can’t keep a secret from Calum.” Calum speaks of himself which makes me laugh.

I still don’t know if I believe what he is saying.

But what if he is right. All those times I’ve caught Luke staring at me isn’t because he is spacing out. When he tries to make me laugh with horrible jokes or pays attention to me over his girlfriend.

Maybe Calum is right.

I don’t know if I have enough willpower to find out though.


anonymous asked:

Hi! Would u mind writing anything kanej au? I need MORE kanej to prevent myself from spontaneously combusting out of mere frustation!

i got you. i know the feeling of imminent spontaneous combustion bc of kanej

kanej carnival au (as carnival season is upon us):

- carnival in ketterdam is a big deal, especially in the barrel where revellers line the streets, each in the most outrageous costume they could find

- for the dregs this means it’s main season for making money, getting people into their gambling dens, and just for general criminal activity

- because everyone’s drunk and disguised it’s a lot easier to get away with things

- so of course kaz is in constant Planning Mode ™ and hardly ever sleeps

- even less than he usually does

- and inej keeps bugging him to take a rest, to just get himself to bed and continue working in the morning

- but kaz knows he can’t, because nobody who wants to be somebody in the barrel ever sleeps

- it’s like inviting competitors to take your place

- so he doesn’t sleep and inej leaves. when she comes back a couple hours later, he’s fallen asleep at his desk and she lays a suli shawl across his shoulders

- when he’s asleep it’s one of the few times she can really contemplate his face and let her fingers ghost through his hair

- come morning he’ll silently take her hand into his gloved one and offer a weak smile

- this is probably just a tactic to soften her bc next thing you know kaz is handing her a glittery, sequined costume and instructs her to wear it on a job

- like hell inej will ever wear something like that, so she gives jesper the glittery outfit and takes his somber overcoat and mask

- kaz isn’t even surprised at this

- out on the streets their disguise is good enough to walk fairly unnoticed, but somebody mistakes inej for their friend

- ‘come, brother, we thought we’d lost you. There’s good gambling in here. High stakes. What d'you say?’

- inej tries to free herself from he man’s grasp and her far-too-large mask slips to the side, revealing part of her face

- ‘which pleasure house do you belong to, little suli? I have to know where to pay my compliments’

- inej tries to fight him, but can’t get hold of her knives. nina is there to help her in a second and whatever it is she does to that man’s nether regions, it looks rather painful

- later, when inej sees that very same man lying on a street corner with a broken nose and broken jaw she doesn’t have to ask what happened

- kaz feels bad for involving her in something that had almost got her hurt

- 'it’s always been like this, kaz. name one job where death wasn’t a possibility’

- and kaz knows she’s right, but he also knows that he doesn’t want her to have to live like this any longer.

- the carnival festivities at the crow club are wild. lots of crazy dancing and singing and lots of whiskey

- so there are a fair few fights

- but everyone makes up pretty quickly

- kaz sits at a table most of the time and watches the goings-on with a smirk

- ((he’s mainly watching inej dance and laugh))

- her feet are really quick and she performs acrobaticd between dancing bc somebody was stupid enough to challenge her to a competition

- kaz can’t stop looking at the flush in her cheeks and listening to that glorious laugh

- but he still resists /a lot/ when inej and nina try to pull him to his feet so that he can join in the fun

- 'do you really want me to use my magic on you? because if anyone can make you dance, it’s me’ , nina says

- and kaz gives in just a little. he’s a really bad dancer, but he lets inej spin him around to a kerch drinking song


Request: So glad you opened requests! Could you do #30 with Newt! Thank you sooo much! Love your writing!

Prompt: #30 “Idk! Maybe because I desperately want you!”

Warnings: none

You were good friends with every boy in the Glade. Everyone adored you and most viewed you as a sister. Though there was one particular Glader that never viewed you as a sister. He viewed you as a crush; a lover. His name was Newt and it was safe to say that you liked him the most. He was always so calm, but also funny. You got along with him the most.

“Gally, no! Don’t do that,” you laughed as Gally messed around with some tools to make you laugh.

“What? What am I doing?” He chuckled at you.

“That, don’t do that,” you smiled wide as he attempted to juggle two hammers. “You can hurt yourself.” You snickered.

While this was going on, Newt watched from afar. He was walking past when he witnessed what was going on. He didn’t like it. He got jealous so easily. Any time you were with another Glader, he got a tint of jealousy.

“Gally, knock it off. Yu’re supposed to be working, not bloody playing.” Newt scolded the boy, walking up to the scene.

“Oh, come on, Newt. We’re just messing around,” you whined at him. 

“No, we need to get to work. There’s no time for playing right now.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. Gally stopped what he was doing, getting back to work. You walked off to where you were supposed to be, leaving Newt with crossed arms.

Later that day, you were laughing with Zart. You worked in the Gardens with him, and you two grew pretty close. Zart kept mocking other Gladers from afar, imagining what they were saying.

“Oh look, I’m Ben. Watch me hold all this lumber.” Zart mocked Ben’s voice while making a silly face. You laughed at him, covering your mouth.

“And I’m Gally. Watch me yell at everything, Rah!” You joined in.

Once again, Newt was getting jealous. He worked in the Gardens as well along with you and Zart. But he leaned a little on his shovel, envying Zart. He couldn’t help himself, he walked up to you and Zart.

“What is up with you today, Y/N? You’ve been slacking all day. Messing around and not doing work. I’m tired of it. Do your share,” he scolded you which was something he never did. “And you too, Zart. Get back to work.”

Once again, you rolled your eyes. You also scoffed. 

“What’s your issue today? I’m always doing my work, you know that. I always mess around, but I also get my work done. So why is today such a huge issue?”

You were fuming, getting real tired of Newt’s attitude. Though he didn’t reply. He looked like he was hiding something. 

“You know what? Come with me. We need to talk. Now.” Newt demanded. He didn’t even give you time to react. He grabbed your wrist and took you to the Homestead for some privacy. He took you up the stairs where his bedroom was.

“What the hell, Newt?” You shouted at him. “Why are you acting like this? You’re never like this. What are you hiding?”

“I’m hiding nothing. I’m just buggin’ tired of you playing and messing around with everyone. You need to get work done.”

“Oh, slim it! We can have a little fun in here, can’t we?”

Newt huffed, staring at you. You stared back, confused as to why he was acting so out of place. You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“What’s really going on? You know this isn’t you. Talk to me.”

“I’m…” Newt started, but had a hard time spitting it out. “Jealous.”

“What? Jealous? Of what? I’m literally talking to people. How could you be jealous?”

I don’t know! Maybe because I desperately want you!” He spat out.

Your eyes went wide as you stared at him with disbelief in your eyes. You couldn’t find your voice at all. Your stomach dropped, heart raced, and you felt butterflies.

“Isn’t it bloody obvious? I love being around you. I love making you laugh. I always want to be with you. Always want to make sure you’re okay. I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. I thought I made that obvious.”

You opened your mouth but no words came. What could you say? You didn’t know, but before you knew it you started responding.

“I… I thought you were just being Newt. You’ve acted that way towards me from the very beginning. Since we met. I… I never expected you to like me. I never expected you to think of me that way…”

“Well I do, and clearly you–”

“I feel the same way,” you cute him off. Newt shut his mouth tight, looking at you with amazement. 


You nodded your head. It became silent then, you two just staring at one another. Neither of you knew what to do. Neither of you didn’t know how to respond. 

“Are we gonna stand here or are you going to kiss me?” You chuckled nervously. You were scared to kiss first for some reason, so it was all on Newt now.

Newt didn’t hesitate. He took a large step to you, grabbed your cheeks, and planted his lips right on yours. You two kissed a while, just one big kiss. Your lips never separated for the time being. 

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve been wishing for that,” you breathed.

“Trust me, I might have a clue,” he giggled. “Sorry I’ve been a slinthead today… That wasn’t fair to you.”

“It’s okay. Ease up. None of them will take me away from you, okay? Besides, they all view me as a sister.”

Newt’s lips twitched up. A smile formed on his mouth. He grabbed your hands in his, pulling you in for another kiss.

Healing Powers

Request: Hii, 1.I’m from Finland so sorry for my english 2.This is my first time requesting so sorry if don’t know how to do it correctly? OKAY, So. The reader is dating Peter, she’s also an avenger and they go to a mission and they think they’ve defeated the bad guys, BUT then the reader sees one, with A GUN and she does this powermagicshield to protect the others, but it doesn’t, like, reach her? And she gets shot and everyone’s like WLRFQ, bUT she survives, not too much angst, enough is enough. luv u❤             

Warnings: A bullet..?

Originally posted by mockingbbird

The team was worried. About you.You were about to go on your first mission. It’s not that they didn’t trust you, but, you were just a kid. The only reason they let you on the team was because Peter was on the team too. And they loved you, but, if there wasn’t already someone on the team your age, they probably wouldn’t have let you join.

You hadn’t planed to tell Peter about your powers, but, when you had first gotten them, Peter threw a pillow at you. And you accidentally made a force-field to protect Yourself. It was then that he showed you his spider-man powers. Yeah, It was a weird day.

Team members kept coming to check on you the day of the mission; like you were going to get hurt before you even left.

“Hey Pete.” You walked into his temporary Avengers bedroom.

“Oh hi Y/N!” He sat up from his spot on the bed, “What’s up?”

“Tell me about missions?” you asked him, crossing your legs on his bed. You loved the way he got all excited when he talked about superheroes.

You know when there’s a little kid all excited about ice cream? That’s Peter.Actually nvm I love ice cream.

“Okay-” He laughed, “Well, when you get there, Captain America tells everyone what to do… And, oh! There was this one time; there was this bad guy, and, and, he was going to get The Black Widow, and then Iron Man came and-”

“-I hate to interrupt, but-” Steve motioned backwards with his thumb from the doorway.

You giggled and sat up, “Ready?” You asked Peter.



“Over there!” Iron Man called at War Machine. He turned and flipped the Agent over.

Everyone looked around, breathing heavily. You were done. You had gotten everybody.You turned around and gave Peter a high-five. You turned back toward the building that had crumpled down. Not that you felt bad about it, it was the base that the criminals had been using.

You were about to tun back to the team, when you saw another one. Dressed in all black, you determined it was another agent.

He slowly pulled out a giant gun; and was aiming toward, well, the entire team.

You gasped. You lunged in front of the team.You used your force-field to block the rest of the team. But what you didn’t expect; was him aiming for you.

You looked down and watched as a bullet went through your stomach. You fell to the ground, and the team surrounded you.

“Y/N!” Peter ran and sat down next you in the floor. They didn’t know what to do, and it was too late to call an ambulance.

“It’s gonna be okay,” He out a hand on your arm.


“Shhh.” He shushed you.

“But, Peter,” You said, frustrated. He turned his head to the side as if to ask you what was wrong.

“Move your hand!” You strained out. Peter’s hands were blocked your arms. He quickly removed his hands form over your arms, and you lifted them up. You hovered your hands over your stomach, and the team watched in amazement as you began to heal yourself. Blue energy danced across your fingers, and pulled the bullet out of you.

“Okay!” You said, standing up, “Let’s go home now!”


a scenario where ace s/o tells him that she’s pregnant? ❤ thank u ❤

A/N: Writersblock is being a lil poophead atm so I tried to write at least soMETHING…… this is it…. thank you for requesting 💗💗

s/o tells Ace they’re pregnant

Loud voices echoed happily through the whole ship. People were laughing, dancing, drinking and just having a great time at the deck of the Moby Dick. The sun was was about to set, warm colors of orange and red now painting the sky in beautiful harmony.

You were seated somewhere on the deck and watched your family celebrate, a glass of water sitting in front of you. Normally you’d be in between everyone, dancing and drinking into the night, but not today. Today was a important, maybe even too important. You glance at your dark haired boyfriend laughing with one of your friends and sigh.

A few of your crew mates had arrived back from a mission today, which had took about three weeks. That also was the reason for the celebration, but you couldn’t really focus on that. Exactly three weeks ago, after the mission had started, you had started to feel weird, started to feel things you weren’t too familiar with.

Your back suddenly hurt, you got nauseous a lot, felt very sick in the morning and to your surprise, you got exhausted quickly. Way to quick for someone like you, someone who fought at the frontside of the Whitebeard pirates, someone who was not weak.  You couldn’t really explain what was going on at first, just too confused with your body. Normally you would talk about it with your lover, Ace, but said man had just left for the following days. After exactly two days with pain, you couldn’t bear it anymore though. You had walked into the doctors office angrily, already out of breath from the short distance, and asked for help, for medicine, for something. What you got from the doctors however, shocked you extremely.

“Ah, why do you look so grumpy, little one?” Thatch asks, ripping you away from your thoughts. His brown hair seemed to shine under the light of the sunset. “You’ve been gripping onto this weak glass of water for over an hour now, where’s the beer?” He laughs wholeheartedly. “Ain’t no party without beer, sweetie.”

You open your mouth, about to say something, when a big glass of alcohol was sat down on the table. A familiar smell arounds you as an warm arm sneakily gets around your shoulders. “Are you flirting with my woman, cook?” Ace teases, a big grin plastered on his face. “Because you better not be!”

Thatch grins right back at the freckled man, all while you feel yourself become more and more uncomfortable in this situation. You had yet to tell someone about your… well, situation. You had begged the doctors to keep quiet and even though they had felt bad, they tried their best to keep your secret for themselves. It wasn’t like you didn’t want your crew to know, it was just… you wanted Ace to know first. It was his child, after all.

“Well, you were gone for quite some time now, weren’t you? Maybe things happened.”, the cook winks at you and leaves the both of you alone. You could hear your boyfriend laugh quietly to himself, then you felt him push you closer towards him. “Ah, I missed you, Y/N.”

He looks at you with warm eyes and you feel your heart jump in your chest. Suddenly, you feel like you can’t breath anymore. “I-I missed you too.”, you stutter and smile at him, or at least you try.

“Are you okay? You look like something’s wrong.” Ace murmurs and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. You stare at him for a long second, then you take a deep breath.

“Ace… I think we should talk.”

He pushes his head back and musters you surprised, mouth open. “This does not sound good… but, like now?”

You nod and stand up, chewing on your bottom lip in worry. You can’t help but be scared, this was not something that happened often. This was not something that was supposed to happen, you were a pirate after all!

You grab your lovers hand, feeling a bit of comfort at the warmth and walk to the very end of the deck, where it’s much quieter and less people are present. You let go of his hand and keep walking, the beat of your heart increasing incredibly.

“You’re scaring me.” He says and laughs nervously. “Is this the moment where you tell me, thatch was right and you guys really had something going on last few days?” Ace jokes, but you know, some part of him actually is scared of your answer.

“What? No!”, you say and shake your head. “I wouldn’t do that, stop being ridiculous.” You can’t help but smile at him and you feel like, that was the right thing to do. Ace visibly relaxes and you feel yourself calm down a bit too, but still not enough to catch the right words for your announcement.

You gulp and take a deep breath. This is the moment, you think to yourself, this is going to be the moment where everything will change. Not helping yourself, you think of the worst scenario. What if he doesn’t want this child? What if he doesn’t want you anymore after this? What if he’s mad at you? You know, Ace would never react to you like that, ever. But you just can’t help it, you simply can’t.

“Hey,” His soft voice lulls you back to reality. “It’s okay, just tell me.”

“I am…”, you stare right into his eyes. This is it. This is the moment. “I am pregnant, Ace.”

The sky is now completely dark and throughout the whole ship, lights are turned on. Lamp after lamp is switched on, the darkness slowly turning into a shining atmosphere. The ship glows in the sea like a star in the galaxy and you feel like, it’s the perfect description for what you see in your lovers eyes.

It’s a mixture between happiness, admiration, confusion and concern. It’s clearly visible, that he feels overwhelmed and you feel your eyes get wet. You bite your lip and try your best to get a grip on yourself.

“You’re…. what?” He asks, needing to hear it twice. You repeat your words with a shaky voice and glance at the floor.

A few long seconds pass and neither of you speak. You feel bad for telling him now, after he hadn’t been back home for a day, but you had to tell him.

“I’m sorry, Ace, I-”

And then you feel his arms around you, hugging you tightly. The warmth that spreads through your body is unexplainable, it’s the feeling of finally being home, finally able to breath and finally there where you belong. “I can’t believe it… I’m so happy, Y/N…”

He grabs your face in his hands and stares at you with wet eyes. “Is it… my child?”

“Ace!”, you can’t help but laugh. Your feelings are a mess, you are sure you’re about to get an heart attack from how fast your heart is beating, but yet, you laugh in delight at his words. He is happy! “Yes, of course it’s yours.”

“Oh god, I’m going to be a father… me,” He shakes his head. “That’s crazy…. woah.”

You agree with him, it sure was crazy. “I’m scared though.” You whisper to him and touch his hands softly with yours.

“I’m scared too, Y/N. I’m the son of…” He whispers back and stares into the distance. “It wont easy for our child, I’m not necessarily a good choice of father, but-”

“What? You not being a good choice? That’s ridiculous, you will be a great father, Ace!“, you say, hurt by him saying those things about himself. “You’re so much more than just the son of Roger, you’re a loved part of this family, you’re a Whitebeard pirate, you’re the second division commander and you’re going to be a great dad, an amazing dad! You’re so much more, Ace, and I love-”

He leans down and presses his lips against yours, stopping your rambling. “I love you too.”, he smiles softly. “We have our family; oyaji and the others… we can do it.”

You nod yet again and this time, you smile from ear to ear. He pecks your lips once, twice, thrice, so many times, you forget to count. The both of you stand together for a long time, holding each other and whispering sweet nothings into the night.

Ace was going to be a great father. Yes, he might had a few things to learn, but so had you. You both had each other and your family, that was everything that mattered.

anonymous asked:

hi, can I request a scenario with minghao and his s/o is feeling really down or insecure, overall sad, and he notices and how he would help her? also your writing is so wonderful, I love your scenarios!! ❤

- the weather today is exactly like your mood
- dark and cloudy
- the day started off normally like always and you were completely fine until you had lunch with a couple of friends
- you guys have been friends for ages and your friendship is basically just filled with insults and roasting and it’s completely normal because you’re used to it right
- but one of them went a little too far
- they KNOW about your insecurities, they KNOW that it hurts and yet they STILL joked about it, and it didn’t help that everyone joined in
- you pretended not to mind and just laughed it off but….. when you got back to your apartment….. you’re reminded of what they said and you can’t help but feel so insecure
- you know you’re just being sensitive but when you constantly get made fun of it over and over again….. it really takes a toll on you
- because slowly, you feel like you’re starting to believe them
- after a few minutes of painful silence, you hear the front door open and you know your boyfriend minghao is back from school
- he sees you on the couch and collapses on top of you
- you say “minghao, get off” and he immediately looks up and he knows something’s wrong because you usually laugh or playfully push him off
- when he sees your frown, he sits up properly and asks “…what’s wrong?”
- you say “it’s nothing, really. i’m just being dumb and sensitive, it’ll pass” but he insists you tell him because he really doesn’t like seeing you this way
- you finally give in and tell him everything that happened and everything your friends said and in the end of your explanation, you’re expecting a hug or words of comfort at least
- but minghao just gets up
- and leaves
- that’s it. he leaves. without warning and without even saying bye.
- your look of surprise and confusion slowly fades and you get REALLY ANGRY
- you’re so mad you’re like ok you know what tomorrow i’m changing the lock you can find someplace else to sleep BYE
- after spending some time in the loneliness of your own thoughts and the silence of your home, the front door swings open and minghao’s there holding a plastic bag in each hand
- and he just calmly says “yeah. for you.”
- minghao places the bag on the dinner table and pulls out two takeout boxes from your favorite restaurant, tubs of your favorite flavors of ice cream, dvd’s of your favorite dramas he probably borrowed from seungkwan, and even a cute sweater
- you slowly walk over to your boyfriend and you just stare at all the things he brought
- you say “….what’s all this?”
- minghao laughs and says “THIS….. will all help you feel better” he then holds the sweater out to you and says “ah and this is the sweater you wanted the other day right?? i had to backflip my way to the stand to beat this girl who wanted the sweater too lol”
- you don’t say anything the entire time he sets up the drama and gives you the food and he’s the only one laughing during the drama while you just stay quiet
- he eventually notices that you’re not fangirling during the cute scenes like you always do and that’s when he pauses it and asks “are you… okay?”
- you turn to look at him
- and tears roll down your cheeks
- and then he starts saying a bunch of things in chinese and he’s tripping all over himself and seeing him this way
- you LAUGH
- you’re laughing uncontrollably and minghao just looks at you in confusion
- when you calm down, you say “minghao, i was crying of happiness” and he just goes like “….oh”
- and when he sits back down, you cup his cheeks and kiss him on the forehead and he just melts
- you smile and say “thank you” and he pulls you close and hugs you tightly
- now whenever you come home after a bad day
- he knows exactly how to make you smile again

thank you for your request!! ^^

Just The Beginning Part 2

Just the beginning part 2

Pairings: Lucifer x Reader

Word count: 2185

Warning: Bit of wing kink, (and i think I’ve made Lucifer a bit out of character later on in the writing)

Note: (Reader is female) Part 1 Here 

Sam, Dean, Castiel, Chuck, and Crowley all talked. About what you had no idea, but thankfully neither you nor Lucifer spoke, so it made it easier on your nerves. You started to relax as you occasionally stole glances at everyone from over Lucifer’s shoulder. Lucifer seemed interested in you and any time you stole a glance at everyone you caught him looking at you. You would dip back behind him and cling to his shirt not wanting him to move.

Calming your mind a little you started to take in the little details about everyone as you stole glances. Sam, seemed tired, but too invested in the conversation to fall asleep, his brown eyes and soft features giving you the impression that if he ever gave you a puppy dog pout you would cave into whatever it was. Dean, although rough around the edges you could see that in his eyes, as you’d noticed before, he was conflicted inside, tortured even, but still caring. Dean had short hair compared to Sam. Dean’s eyes were green, the type of green you’d read about in fictional stories. Both the brothers were well built, tall, and handsome, but somehow you got the impression that Dean was the older brother.

Chuck was maybe a bit shorter than you, his curly brown hair was a bit tangled, but his beard was well kept. He had blue eyes when they weren’t glowing gold, but they were a soft grey-blue. Castiel had a bit of a baby face, soft looking, well rounded, but his eyes were heavy as if he’d seen too much, been though too much. Castiel was a bit shorter then Dean, but not by much his hair was a messy black, his eyes much like Chuck’s were blue eyes, but they were more of an ocean blue, again when they weren’t glowing. You started to notice that whenever they got overly emotional that’s when you saw them.

When Crowley’s eyes calmed down, from a literal demonic black to a solid brownish grey color, you were able to see the pain in his eyes and in his features. When he stood or moved around the room he moved as if he owned it all. Then there was Lucifer. Messy sandy blonde hair, Icy blue eyes that flashed red when he was angered, strong build much like the brothers, but not exactly as cut. He held himself as if he didn’t care, and quite frankly you really didn’t think he cared much for the situation at all.

Lucifer grinned as he caught you staring at him. You started to blush as you hid behind his back and put your head between his shoulder blades. He moved one of his wings to lightly hit your side making you bite back a giggle as it tickled your side. You came back up and looked over his shoulder casually as if you weren’t planning anything. He looked at you then went back to listening to the conversation. Your heart started racing realizing that your next planned moved could have a very bad outcome.

Without any more thought you did it. You lightly smacked the back of Lucifer’s head, messing up a section of hair. He turned his head to look at you with red eyes, but a massive grin on his face. You couldn’t help but smile into his shoulder. Your actions caught Chuck’s eye and you noticed before Lucifer did that Chuck saw so you disappeared behind Lucifer again.

“Son is there something wrong?” Chuck spoke firmly to Lucifer. You saw the twitch in Lucifer’s wings as God addressed him.

“Nothing.” You could hear and almost feel the ice in his voice, he hated his father and you could clearly hear it in his voice.

“Alright, well it’s decided then. We’ll deal with [Y/N]’s sudden appearance later. Sam, Dean you know what to do.” You heard Sam and Dean agree with Chuck. “Crowley, you know how to get a hold of your mother, and you will relay the information back to her.” Chuck sounded indifferent towards Crowley.

“Of course.” Crowley’s thick accent sent a shiver of fear through you making you grip Lucifer’s shirt a little tighter.

“Castiel I trust you to gather the some of the angels and tell them.” You heard yet another sound of agreement. Then as you looked over Lucifer’s shoulder you noticed Crowley and Castiel were gone and you watched Sam and Dean leave the room. Leaving Chuck, Lucifer, and you.

“[Y/n]. I need you to do something for me.” You looked at him a little startled. The thought that God needed you to do something shocked you a little. You came to rest your chin on Lucifer’s shoulder looking at Chuck. “Yes Chuck?” Your smile formed a line as you waited for instructions. Chuck cleared his throat and looked at Lucifer. Who glared at his father and left the room. You were left standing there with Chuck.

“I need you to keep an eye on my son.” He smiled at you as if he was asking the world of you.

“Which one?” You laughed a little at the joke you’d made.

He came up to you and grabbed your shoulders, still smiling as he got the joke, “I need you to stay here and watch over Lucifer. He can’t hurt you, but that means he also can’t hurt anyone else and I don’t want him getting hurt. I need you to stay here at the bunker and watch over him.”

Your mouth hung open slightly at the seriousness of the situation.

“I know you only just met everyone, but we are on a tight schedule and I need you to watch over him. Please.” The thought that God had basically just begged you to watch over his son baffled you. However you gave in, even though you had no idea what the hell was happening you agreed silently. He thanked you and lightly hugged you.

“I owe you one. Thank you.” Then with the snap of his fingers he was gone. You took a moment to process what just happened then immediately ran your hands through your hair. You moved to the doorway of the hall that Lucifer had disappeared to.

“Lucifer!” You shouted as you came around the corner. You bumped into something solid and almost fell to the floor. A quick cold hand snaked around your waist and caught you.

“I’m right here, no need to shout.” His eyes flashed red as he pulled you upright, arm still around your waist.

“Oh-um so you heard that I have to watch you while they’re all gone?” You pulled out of his grasp and took a step back.

“Yeah I heard [Y/n].” The way he said your name it sent a shiver through you. There was a deep silence between you two as you thought and he looked over you, like a predator looks over its prey. You looked into his eyes and saw the hunger in them. To dispel the hungry look you grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the large room. He followed letting you guide him.

You sat down on the couch you hadn’t noticed before, pulling him down with you. He obliged and sat down next to you.

“I have a few questions.” He looked over you waiting for you to continue. “Is there any kind of etiquette I need to know about an angel’s wings?” You went right to the point, you’d been thinking about it for some time now. A look of shock crossed his face for a moment as if it was something everyone should know.

“Yes. Don’t touch them unless you have permission.” He paused letting it set in that he wasn’t happy you’d touched his wing. You could feel your face turn a little pink, “Sorry.” You whispered as you dropped you head to look at your hands in your lap. “An angel’s wings are extremely sensitive, and touching them can be either very painful or very intimate.” You could hear a smug expression grow on his face.

It turned out that Chuck and the others were taking a really long time, as it had been now a few hours since they all left. So as the night went on you kept asking questions and he kept giving you straight answers.

You tried to never ask anything personal so as to not get him angry. Even though Chuck said he couldn’t hurt you, you still didn’t want to take that chance. You’d started to create a fairly playful relationship with him, to the point where you would exchange playful flirts with each other. 

Lucifer got up and you jokingly stretched over the length of the couch effectively taking over his spot. When he came back he looked at you then at your legs and he moved to sit down. Not wanting him to sit on your legs you moved them to accommodate him. He turned his back to you spread his wings out and lay down on your chest. His feet hung over the end of the couch a little, and his head rest just below your breasts.

A little startled at what he decided to do you pulled your arms out from under his wings, careful not to touch them. “Um…” You started, but didn’t know what to say. He tilted his head up to look at you, raising his eyebrows a little.

“Yes?” He looked at you playfully curious. You realized that you just had to go with it because he was more than likely teasing you. You shook your head, “Nothin’.” You smiled and rested one arm across his chest while the other played with his soft hair. He moved his head back to a more comfortable position and let you play with his hair. You started to study his wings as you got used to having them there.

His wings were a gorgeous white, but they looked as if they’d been through a lot. Many of his feathers were out of place and you longed to just reach out and fix them. He took your hand from his chest and started to play, moving your fingers in different ways, pointing to things, inspecting each finger. It was cute how playful he was. You went back to looking at his wings as your other hand moved through his hair.

One wing was stretched over the top of couch and rested against the wall, the other lay spread out across the floor occasionally twitching or stretching. His wings were almost double the size of Castiel’s. Finally your need to straighten them took hold of you.

“Can I fix them?” You said looking down at Lucifer. He looked up at you curious. “You have some feathers out of place. Can I fix them?” He smiled a little, taking it as a yes you moved your hand out of his grasp and towards one wing. Without explanation he grabbed you wrist squeezing it tight.

“You sure you want to do that?” His voice was serious, and without even looking at his face you could tell he wasn’t being playful anymore.

“Mhm, I’m sure.” You replied mimicking the same seriousness in his voice. He let go and moved his wing off the floor towards your hand. At first you just fixed the feathers, but once you’d felt how soft they were you couldn’t help, but run your hand through as many feathers as you could reach. They were so soft, and fluffy too which you hadn’t expected.

You saw his wing twitch and fluff up slightly, then you looked down to see him biting his lower lip, eyes shut. You pulled your hand back to his chest and he let his wing relax onto the floor again. You switched hands. The one that had worked on his wing moved to his hair, while the one that had been in his hair moved to the other wing against the wall. This wing was easier to reach and he didn’t have to move it.

You fixed the out of place feathers then ran your fingers through the feathers making the wing twitch. Then out of curiosity you ran a finger down the bone of the wing to his shoulder blade. When you reached him you heard a faint groan of appreciation escape the devil’s lips. Then you remembered what he’d said about touching an angel’s wings, it either hurt or it was… your mind trailed off, racing, as you started blushing realizing what you’d just done to him.

You brought your hand back to his hair and started playing with his hair once more to try and distract yourself from what you’d just done. Still blushing you rested both of your hands on his chest and leaned your head back onto the arm of the couch. You started drifting asleep as you tried to clam your mind. Just when you thought you’d finally fall asleep it felt like he grabbed your hand and laced his fingers in yours. You were asleep before you could decide on what had happened.


reaper au for @punkhalfghosts. merry Christmas bae! 

Jenny didn’t know that metal could rip.

Jenny didn’t know that her mama’s car could be so fragile, a torn hunk of metal and glass that smoked slightly in the front.

Blood stained her clothes, like the time she scraped her knee so bad that it made a brown spot on her favorite pair of jeggings. But now it was all over her, the sick ooze already drying on her face and chest and-

Oh. Her chest. Her arms.

She needed a bandaid. A big one. Preferably with a kiss and a hug from her moms.

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acheaptrickandacheesyoneline  asked:

Prompt: the correct way to eat a chocolate bunny

This is set in my City of Fallen Heroes verse, but it’s not necessary to read that to read this. 


“Aren’t you going to eat it?” Thea asks Grace as she stares at her bunny with wide eyes. 

Grace shakes her head and looks at Thea in utter betrayal. 

“What’s the matter? Don’t you like chocolate?” Thea asks. 

Oliver can’t help but laugh. He breaks off a piece of Sara Diggle’s chocolate bunny and hands it to his daughter who takes it from his hands greedily and shoves it in her mouth. 

“What am I missing?” Thea asks. 

“Apparently she thinks the chocolate bunny is real,” Oliver says, watching Grace run after the ball that Sara just kicked across the yard. 

“She thinks a chocolate bunny is real?” Thea asks, holding back a laugh. 

“Well she came down the stairs this morning at saw Felicity taking a bit of one and had a major meltdown. She kept crying and saying that Felicity killed him,” Oliver says, unable to stop himself from laughing at the memory. 

“Okay, that’s kind of adorable,” Thea says. 

Felicity steps out onto the patio and hands him a beer before taking a seat next to him. “What are we discussing?” 

“Defcon 5 this morning,” he says with a chuckle. 

“Oh god,” Felicity groans. “It was awful, she didn’t stop crying for almost an hour, and even then, she kept glaring at me over breakfast and calling me a bunny killer.” 

“I took the bunny out of her own basket and smashed it up before she could see it and have another meltdown. I convinced her they were chocolate eggshells that broke,” Oliver says. 

“Oh man,” Thea says with a laugh. “That girl is too much sometimes.” 

“You’re telling me,” Felicity groans. “So apparently we can no longer eat chocolate bunnies in our house on Easter. Which is fine, because I don’t even celebrate Easter, but…” 

“But you do take any excuse to eat chocolate,” Oliver says with a knowing smile. They haven’t told everyone yet that their family is about to increase by one, which is why Felicity has been craving so many sweets recently and had forgone a mimosa at brunch. 

“No more bunnies, got it,” Thea says.

“We can have bunnies, you just need to know how to eat them the correct way,” Oliver says. 

“The correct way?” 

“Don’t let Grace see it while it’s still in bunny shape,” he laughs. 

At that moment, Grace comes running back up to the patio and throws herself into Felicity’s lap. 

“Careful, Grace,” Oliver says. “You don’t want to hurt Mommy.” 

“Baby ok?” Grace asks, moving herself around on Felicity’s lap until she’s comfortable enough to snuggle into her chest and pat her tummy gently. 

Oliver and Felicity freeze while Thea gasps loudly. 

“I knew it!” Thea exclaims. 

“Shhhh,” Oliver says, holding his hand up to try and get her to quiet down so the others inside won’t hear them. 

“When were you going to tell me?” Thea asks, smacking Oliver on the arm. 

“Ouch,” Oliver says, rubbing his arm. 

“We were waiting until the second trimester started,” Felicity says. 

“Which was next week,” Oliver says, playfully glaring at Grace who has the decency to look apologetic. 

“Baby shhh?” Grace asks, looking so adorably guilty that Oliver can’t help but forgive her. 

“Well the secret’s out now, kiddo,” he says with a laugh. 

Grace smiles. 

“Auntie Tia! Mommy baby,” she says, pointing to Felicity’s stomach. 

“I’m happy for you guys,” Thea says with a big smile. “But I’m even happier for myself. I get to be an aunt again!” 

“I don’t know how we are going to manage two little Queens running around the place. We only just got used to managing this one,” Felicity says with a laugh. 

“You guys’ll figure it out. You’re great parents.” 

“Thanks,” Oliver says. 

“Let’s have some Easter chocolate to celebrate,” Thea says, moving to grab the bunny on the table, but Grace reaches out and catches it before Thea can reach it. She pulls it into her arms and holds it close, glaring at Thea. 

“Don’t eat my bunny,” Grace says while Oliver cringes at the chocolate now smeared all down her dress. It’s a good thing they thought ahead to bring a backup outfit. They haven’t even taken the kids pictures yet. 

“Oh, it’s okay sweetie,” Felicity says, pulling Grace close and placing a kiss to the top of her head. “Is it bad that I still kind of want to eat it?” she whispers over Grace’s head. 

Oliver laughs, seeing the look in her eyes that she gets when she’s particularly craving something and won’t be deterred. 

“I stashed some extra chocolate in the glove box of the car,” he says, getting up before she even has to ask him to. He learned his lesson with her first pregnancy about the importance of making sure his wife got whatever she was craving in a timely fashion — their couch is not comfortable enough to sleep on. 

“Husband of the year,” Felicity says, happily. “I knew I married you for a reason.” 


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obviouslyemma  asked:

HI I RLY LOVE UR ACCOUNT AND I WANNA REQUEST A HEADCANNON! could you possibly do the gang playing the 7 second challenge? (if you can't that's completely fine, I'll understand) thank you😁


Dallas Winston
- ok this boy would curse sooooo much
- ‘Fuck, SHIT, god, man, fuck, who the fuck has that?’
- ‘ha I got it ya little shit!’
- 'What the fuck no u timed it wrong?!’
- he is a competitive little shit
Johnny Cade
- ok Johnny would be the absolute fucking best at it
- very stealthy and gracefully
- '1…2…3..-’
- 'got it!’
- ’…how the fuck?’
Two bit Matthews
-usually the one counting
- always fucking laughing
- gives the most random objects to find
- 'Two…we are in Oklahoma with no ocean access.’
- 'I want a surfboard god damn it!’
- very stubborn
- also hates losing and will be very butt hurt
Steve Randle
- 'ah shit ah shit ah shit’
- not graceful
- …like at all
- 'who put that fucking bucket their?!’
- 'stop counting so fast!’
- 'Soda imma skin you if u keep countin that fast!’
- laughs hysterically at everyone else
- also a very competitive shit
Sodapop Curtis
- he’s does the frantic yell type thing
- the entire time he is looking for something he does that
- very chaotic and frantic
- it’s hilarious
Ponyboy Curtis
- very graceful during the first few seconds the nets very very clumsy
- quiet but frantic
- when he’s running out of time he repeats Darry’s name over and over again monotonously
- 'Darry, Darry, Darry, Darry, Darry, Darry HeLp.’
Darry Curtis
- ’…children.’
- he’s too good for this shit
- 'if you break anything Randle I’ll throw you out so fast it will make ur head spin.’
- 'I can’t play I’m busy being a mature person.’
- ends up playing and being a complete child

Come At Me Bro

Fandom: Avengers / Marvel
Rating: G / PG13 / R
Warnings: Swearing
Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, blah legal stuff. Don’t sue me, I’m poor.

Story Masterpost

“He pissed me off.” You said storming into the living room. Why was everyone so upset about this, you defended yourself, it was a good thing!

“That doesn’t mean you get to go around throwing punches.” Countered Steve, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked less than pleased with your antics.

“So, he just gets to be an asshole, and I don’t get to defend myself?” You threw your arms up in the air, exasperated. “I didn’t get hurt.”
“But you could have.” Natasha sat across from you, looking just as displeased as Steve. You thought at least she would be on your side.
Tony sighed from the couch, rubbing his eyes. Why was everyone so stressed out about this? You handled it just fine.

“Look, Y/N, we’re just worried about you,” Tony said. “We don’t want you getting hurt needlessly.”

“Please don’t do it again.” You looked at Steve, a little annoyed with him. He was the one that insisted you got some defense training, and now he was upset that you put it to good use.
Everyone looked at you, expectantly. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Fine guys, I won’t do it again.” You flopped onto the chair in a huff. Everyone sighed, relieved.

“But you kicked his ass right?” Clint asked, with a sly smirk on his face. You laughed and nodded. He fist bumped you while the other’s had their backs turned.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Haz smut where the reader teased for being innocent including Harrison then she proves it to Haz she's far from innocent? I love your imagines by the way :)

Harrison laughed, his eyes shining as he took a long drink from his beer bottle before he continued: “Nah, you the most innocent person I know,” he teased, the group of friends around you all laughing with agreement.

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