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William Nylander - 3 Minutes

Anon: hey! Can u do a Willy nylander imagine where he breaks his ankle at a game? And Mitch and Auston help him get home and then when he gets there his girlfriend is super worried and he’s in a lot of pain, So she takes care of him. Hella fluffy and cute? thanks

A/N: Willy is my fav leafs player and I also wrote this sitting in my bathroom dyeing my hair so you guys better love it alright I’m committed to Willy

Warning/s: Willy being hurt

Features: Auston and Mitch a little 

Word count: 1,164

Song: Medicine - The 1975

Originally posted by hockeyontrend

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anonymous asked:

I love that you take time out of your busy day to write requests for us, thank you so much for that Carly. When I read through the kissing prompts I saw one that made me think immediately of Gajevy, if you have enough time for it and are not drowning in requests could you please write no 2

Thank you so much for this sweet message!! 

2. Your character has been pining after their friend forever and finally they find the courage and spell in Scrabble tiles: Kiss me.

;Beyond Words

Gajeel was scowling at the score card again. No matter how many times they played, no matter how many times he cussed or complained, the scores were always the same. That is to say – Levy was always in the lead. Scrabble was the one place she could insure victory with knowledge alone. It didn’t seem to matter how many times he was burned, Gajeel threw himself back into the fire. Again and again and again. In fact, they’d played scrabble so much that Levy, lover of books, wizard of words, was finally getting bored with it.  

Lacing her fingers together on her lap, Levy leaned forward to locate the available squares. There wasn’t much room left, but if she played her tiles right, she could set herself up for a big finish. If only Gajeel wouldn’t interrupt the strategy with one of those two letter words he liked to play. It was as though, somewhere along the way, he’d gotten used to reading her expressions. He always knew where she planned to place her tiles next. If he could manage it, he would interfere with her plans. If not, he would scowl as he surrendered his tiles elsewhere on the board. 

Gajeel scrutinized his tiles now, making faces Levy had come to know as I don’t know how to spell that and shit, I’m running out of tiles. Risking a glance through the window, she noted the lull of the purple sky and the peaceful eye of the moon as it opened to replace the sun. Night was approaching quickly. Despite her best efforts, Levy let out a long, fatigue-inducing yawn.

Gajeel’s eyes snapped up from his tiles. He glared at her – actually glared at her – and slapped a hand onto the board between them. Levy jumped at the sound of impact. Tiles scattered everywhere, bringing their game to an end. 

‘It must be pretty borin’ playing a guy like me, huh?’ he asked.

Levy blinked. ‘What?’

‘I may not be that great with words like you, but I’m doin’ my best.’

She grimaced. ‘I’m sorry. It’s just…it’s getting late. I didn’t mean to–’

‘I get it. You’re bored. All right, I’ll use my secret technique. I was savin’ it for the end but, well, I guess I ain’t got a choice now, do I?’

Levy watched in silence as he began to place tiles on the now-clear board. One. Two. A third. Then a fourth. When he’d placed all six of his remaining tiles on the board, Levy leaned in to inspect the letters. It was a habit at this point to check his spelling. Sometimes, on bad days, she’d let a mistake or two slide. Today wasn’t one of those days.

‘K. I. S. S. M. E,’ she read aloud. ‘Kissme? Gajeel, that’s not a word.’

‘Read it again.’

Levy squinted at the board. Then realisation hit her. ‘Kiss me? Gajeel, you can’t put two words together like that. It’s not…’ Levy’s cheeks flushed. ‘W-wait. That was your secret technique?’

Gajeel’s lips twitched up into a smile. ‘Well, are you gonna tally up my score?’

Sitting up on her knees, Levy placed a palm on the board, between the tiles and his legs, and deftly reached up to grab a handful of his shirt. Yanking him in close, she pressed a gentle kiss upon his lips. She lingered a long while, revelling in the warmth of his mouth on hers.

‘You win,’ she whispered. ‘This time.’

Gajeel smiled against her mouth and drew her in closer. ‘Not yet, I haven’t.’

Warmth spread down Levy’s neck as Gajeel kissed her again, his mouth urgent and hot against her own. Knocking the tiles away, Levy pulled him down on top of her, and the two entered a new game. 

A game far beyond the reach of words. 


Now accepting requests for: Boku no Hero Academia, Fairy Tail and Fullmetal Alchemist. | Prompts | Oneshots | Multi-Chapter |

This is actually a combination of three requests for a Josh imagine.

Yay Jish.

Edit: I love Debby Ryan with all of my heart. She was the first name that came to mind when I was writing this. In retrospect, I should’ve made up a character to use instead of Debby.

Warnings: Alcohol mention, its kinda sad bc sad Jish, SMUT. kthx.

Words. 4.7k jeebus.


You and Josh had been best friends for years and years. Your parents had taken him on vacations with your family when you were kids, he was one of your dad’s groomsman at the renewal of your parent’s wedding vows. He had been there with you through everything.

You woke up as you heard your phone ringing.

“Hello?” you ask, trying to fight off a yawn as you woke up and checked the clock to see it was 11.

“Sh-she br-broke up with m-me.” you hear someone sob on the other end of the phone.

“Joshua, hon? Is that you?” you ask as you sit up in your bed. You hear him whimper his response into the phone.

You sat and listened as he tried to tell you about the break up with Debbie through his sobs. Your heart was being torn apart as he cried and told you what happened. You had been in love with Josh for years. You never pursued it as you wouldn’t be able to function if you lost him.

He had been your best friend forever. You couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t your best friend. Sure, you had other friends, but you had always had Josh.

The two of you talked on the phone for 4 hours and 32 minutes. He would calm down and say he was okay and then immediately break into hysterics again he only hung up because he had to get ready for a show. He would be okay for a little bit. He would have Tyler and he could hit his drums as hard as need be. You were still worried about it.

He acted tough and all, but you had seen him at his worst and you could tell that he would try to slip back in to it if you let him. You texted Tyler as you sat and thought about what you could do.

“Tyyyyyy” you texted.

“What do you want, punk?”

“Josh and Debbie broke up. I just got off the phone with J. He is destroyed.” you tell him.

“He didn’t even tell me. He is currently warming up and I’m afraid he is going to hurt himself with how hard he’s playing.”

“He is taking it really badly. Can you get him to chill out on the drums and save it for the show?” you ask.

“[Y/n], you know he is only going to listen to you. He has always only listened to you.” he tells you matter of factly.

“Damn. I know. Just, please keep him safe.”

“Why dont you just fly out and surprise him. He would love it. You can just stay on tour with us after. You can meet all the other guys on the tour. Make a good thing out of this. It’ll be fun. We have an actual bus this time. No van benches for youuu.” he tried to convince you.

Of course he knew that wouldn’t turn it down. You cares about Josh too much and he knew that Josh needed you.

“Fine. Where’s your next stop? I will buy a plane ticket.” you said. You had made an agreement with Tyler that he would reimburse you for the ticket because Josh needed you. You bought the ticket to the next stop. You were to board the plane at 7:35 am tomorrow morning to their next show. You packed a duffle bag and started a group message with the guys from Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco and their managers.

“Hey all - It’s [Y/N], (Josh’s best friend) I just wanted to let you know that Joshua is in a bad place right now. At Ty’s request, I’m flying out tomorrow to rendezvous and surprise him and try to get him out of the post-break up rut. If you could not tell him, that’d be great but I wanted to let you all know that he is having a rough time right now. Thanks!”

The tour had just started and it wouldn’t be over for 6 months. You were used to getting up and going at a moments notice so you didn’t have much aside from your camera equipment. You were a photographer and made a good living off of it through band photography.

You had everything packed in about an hour. You decided to watch a couple movies and clean up your apartment.

You heard your phone ring with Pete’s ringtone. “Oh fuck, that’s what I forgot to do. I want pizza.” You had recorded it accidentally recorded it the last time you saw him and you thought it described him pretty well.

“Peter Wentz, what can I do for you?” you picked up the phone as you continued cleaning.

“Do you need someone to pick you up from the airport tomorrow? I’m picking up Meagan and can take you too.” he asked, skipping formalities.

“Oh yeah sure if you’re there when I land. I land at noon.” You determined that he would pick you up at noon and take you to the venue where everyone else would be. You thanked him and hung up.

It was 7:30pm and you were curled up in your bed with a graphic novel. You weren’t tired but you needed to fall asleep early so you could get to your flight. You finally fell  asleep at around 9:45. You slept restlessly and woke up 20 minutes early.

You pulled on your skinny jeans and sweatshirt and headed to the taxi that you had called. The drive was fast and you arrived at the daunting airport and paid the taxi driver. You walked in and checked in. They gave you your boarding pass and went to your gate. You made it as soon as they called for your flight.

You handed the woman your pass and she waved you through. You took your seat and put your bag in the overhead compartment. Without much thought, you put in your headphones and blocked out the rest of the world.

Only 2 hours in the air. Then you would be home. Or with Joshua at least.

For the first time ever, your flight went off without a hitch. A man about your age sat next to you but didn’t try to start conversation. The children on the flight didn’t wail and the person behind you didn’t kick.

About three fourths of the way through the flight, a young girl recognized you.

“Oh hi, youre the one who always takes pictures of bands and is friends with Josh and Tyler, right?” you smiled as she realized who you were.

“Yeah, I am.” the two of you talked for a few minutes until the air hostess asked everyone to sit down and buckle your lap belts. You closed your eyes as the plane began to descend. The landing was the scary part for you.

Soon enough, you were exiting the plane with your bags and a burning desire to see Josh. You walked through the crowds of people and soon enough, ran into Pete and Meagan.

“[Y/n]!!! You’re here!” Meagan exclaimed as you set your bag down and hugged her. Meagan had been at the same studio session as you when the boys were first signed and the two of you had kept up.

“Of course I am!” you exclaimed, laughing a little at Pete who was staring at Meagan, entranced. Pete said that the car was in the parking lot and the three of you set off. Meagan and Pete held hands and you clutched your duffle bag for dear life. Soon enough, you got the the car and sat in the back so Pete and Meagan could catch up.

You decided to text Tyler.

“Little bird has landed. I repeat. Little bird has landed.” you smiled at yourself and sent the message.

He sent you a picture of Josh sitting at a table in the venue with his head on the table and his arms wrapped around his head, almost as if he were playing Heads Up 7 Up. The picture broke your heart.

“Your destination is 6 minutes away.” you heard as the GPS navigated.

You told Tyler that you would be there soon and he didn’t reply.

6 minutes later on the dot, you arrived at the massive arena. It took all of your restraint not to run to find Josh but you had to go through security because you had a bag. Of course it was just clothing and camera equipment so you were allowed through.

You walked quietly down the halls until you heard talking. You had lost Pete and Meagan somewhere down the hall but you found the room where everyone was pretty easily. You walked in and saw that Josh hadn’t moved from his spot at the table. Tyler was talking to Brendon. You saw Kenneth and Dallon talking to Joe and Andy was talking to Fall Out Boy’s manager.

You put your bag down next to Tyler as you silently acknowledged each other. He motioned to the others not to say anything. You walked over to Josh and softly laid your hand on his shoulder. He tried to move away but you held his shoulder.

“You can’t avoid me forever, Joshua.” you said quietly. He immediately recognized your voice and raised his head and looked at you. His eyes were rimmed in red and he made a small noise of surprise. He stood up and pulled you into him. You wrapped your arms around him and softly traced patterns on his back.

He was shaking and quietly sniffling as you held him. She was the one that he thought he could have forever. She was the one he was desperately in love with. Yet you were the one holding him in the middle of a concert venue while he cried and he closest friends tried not to notice.

After about 10 minutes, he stopped shaking to the point where you thought you could have him walk into the hall.

“Come on Joshua, hon. Lets go into the hall so we can talk.” you said softly and wrapped your arm around his waist and led him quietly past the others in the room. You made eye contact with Dallon and gave him a sad smile. You and Dallon were pretty close in the sense that he knew that you were desperately in love with the boy you were supporting.

The two of you had bonded over your lack of desire to go to a party so you had stayed with him and hung out. He was lovely and the two of you had hung out on other occasions. Through him, you had become close with Breezy as well.

You made it to the hallway and Josh slowly slid to the floor with his back against the wall. You sat in front of him and took his hands in yours. You held his hands as he focused on breathing and not crying anymore. You looked at him and he returned the eye contact.

“[Y/n], why are you here?” he asked, his voice hoarse and quiet. You wiped a tear from his cheek.

“I texted Tyler yesterday to tell him what happened and he asked me to come out and stay for the rest of tour. So, I got on a plane this morning and Pete picked me up from the airport and now I’m here.” you said, breaking eye contact and focusing on your hands tangling and untangling with his.

“Thank you.” you heard him whisper. You softly ran your hand down his cheek like a mom would and stood up. You tell him that you are going to go talk to the other guys for a few minutes. You walk back into the room and immediately you feel tears pooling in your eyes. You try to compose yourself as you walk over to Dallon, Joe and Kenneth.

Dallon was the first to wrap you up in a hug. He was about a foot taller than you so it was an awkward hug but nonetheless, it was comforting.

“Hey Dal. I missed you.” you say quietly as he presses a soft kiss to your head. You slowly pull away as a tear runs down your cheek. You wipe it away quickly and put on a smile.You know that everyone can tell you are on the verge of crying. There are tears in your eyes and you have a very obviously faked smile on your face. The guys didn’t bring it up as you tried to laugh and tears snuck down your face.

You wiped them away and went on with the conversation. You sat on an amp next to the guys as they talked about the new equipment they got to use. You leaned in to Dallon’s side and texted Breezy.

“Your husband is being a good person. Thank you for marrying him.”

You received a reply almost instantly. She asked what was going on.

“Joshua is having a bad time so I flew out to help out and now I’m using your husband as a backrest while sitting on an amp in this weird ready-room.” you told her. She told you that she was able to talk anytime if you needed it. You thanked her profusely and poked Dallon.

“Hey Dallon, I love your wife.” you told him.

“I’m pretty fond of her myself.” he said as he smiled down at you. You tried to keep up the small talk with Joe and Kenneth but you ran out of energy to talk to them quickly. You stood up and walked to the little seating area in the corner of the room and curl into a ball in the armchair, putting your head on your knees. Tyler had since gone out to sit with Josh. You couldn’t calm down for whatever reason so you let the tears slide down your face where no one could see them. You heard someone walk up to you but you didn’t bother moving.

“Hey kid, why don’t we go on a walk and talk?” you heard someone say. You realize pretty quickly that it was Andy. You raise you head slightly and wipe your face, standing up and covering your face with your sleeves as he lead you out.

The two of you passed Josh and Tyler sitting on the floor and keep walking. Soon enough, you’re standing on the stage.

“Okay, I don’t really tend to speak out but I’ve known you for a little while and I can’t watch you do this to yourself anymore. It’s really obvious that you fell for Josh a long time ago. He obviously hasn’t caught on. Im not sure how he hasn’t. I mean, you flew across the country to hold him while he cried over another girl. You’re obviously a strong girl but that’s enough indulging him. Either tell him that you are in love with him or move on.” he says softly as your tears begin to fall again.

“I can’t just tell my best friend that I’m in love with him. I know his parents. He was in my parents wedding vow renewal. He was there when I first broke my arm. He was there when I got my first camera. I was there when he got his first drum kit. I can’t risk losing him but fuck this. I can’t sit here while he tells me how broken he is over losing her. I can’t do this.” you say, your voice slowly rising. He pulls you into his chest and you lose control, you sob and cry and your body is shaking.

He slowly pulls you to the ground until you are curled in a ball sobbing, sitting in his lap while he holds you. You hear Meagan walk in and say something to Andy about after the show but you didn’t catch it. She put a bottle of water in your hand and walks away. You slowly compose yourself and stand up.

“I don’t know why you did that, but thank you Andy.” you say quietly and tell him that you’re going to walk around the venue. He quietly acknowledged you and you walked away. You walked slowly through the venue until you found the door leading outside.You found a quiet spot to sit.

About an hour later, one of the security guards came up and told you that you may want to head inside unless you want to meet a lot of fans very quickly. You got up and went inside, retreating to the staging area backstage as the guys started their soundchecks.

You were essentially in a daze. You didn’t focus on the music playing or the crowds screaming. You sat next to Meagan on some old risers and focused on your shoes.

Black combat boots. Scuffed. Old. Used. Loved. Worn. Laced to the top. Sloppily tied. Red laces. Black leather.

People would have paid so much to be sitting and watching the show you were watching but you couldn’t move. Meagan eventually coaxed you on stage as all the guys said thank you for the night. You had a smile plastered on your face. Obviously faked. Josh stood next to you and Patrick on the other side. They introduced you to the crowd as ‘Josh’s other half’ and everyone’s favorite photographer.

You were soon allowed to shuffle off of the stage. You found a chair to sit in. Everyone was deciding what they wanted to do for the rest of the night. It was decided that everyone was going to a bar.

Oh good. Loss of inhibition with the guy you could barely keep your feelings from in the first place. Fun times. You shared a cab with Dallon and Kenneth to the bar that everyone was meeting at. Dallon had to practically drag you inside.

You situated yourself in the corner of the table where the guys were sitting. You leaned on Dallon and regretted coming to the tour.

Pete brought you a drink and you honestly had no clue what it was but you drank it. It dulled your thoughts a little and drank whatever anyone gave you. You didn’t care. About an hour and a half later, you were tipsy, Brendon and Pete were hammered and Joe was highly intoxicated. Everyone else, minus Andy of course, was buzzed. The decision was made that everyone would head back to the venue and hang out in the Panic! at the Disco tour bus.

You took the same cab with Kenneth and Dallon. Everything made you giggle. Dallon telling you to fasten your seatbelt made you giggle. You didn’t mind the feeling much. You walked with Kenneth to the bus as Dallon helped Brendon. You sat in the corner of the couch on the back of the couch and Tyler sat in front of you.

Everyone was talking at once. Random things were being spouted until someone started the conversation of how excited they were to see their spouse.

“I guess mine is already here” you heard Josh say over the din of the drunken conversation. Meagan made a bigger deal out of it than you wanted.

“Wait, Josh, what do you mean?” she spouted. You loved Meagan but she lost any sense of control when drunk.

“Well, [Y/n] is practically my wife. I mean she flew across the country because I cried. Who the fuck does that?” he said. No one laughed. No one thought it was funny.

“Josh, you don’t even deserv-” you heard Dallon start to interject, you could hear the anger in his voice.

“Apparently just me, then.” you said quietly, interrupting Dallon.  You stood up and started to walk across the bus to the door. You needed to get out. You were hurt and tired and drunk.

“Wait, [Y/n], you know I think you’re like my sister. Don’t worry about it.” you cringed at the idea of him thinking of you as a sibling.

“Wow Joshua, way to comfort me. It’s like I flew across the country to comfort the guy I had fallen in love with when he was down. That’s obviously crazy. Fuck off, man.” you shot back at him, the words feeling like venom. You regretted it immediately. You had just told him and everyone else that you were in love with him.

You immediately walked out the door. The cold air stinging your skin but waking you up. The tears were already falling down your cheeks. You sat down next to the door of the Twenty One Pilots bus and sobbed. You heard someone walk up to you.

“[Y/n], please. Talk to me.” you heard Josh whisper as he put his hand on your back. You stood up immediately, needing to get away from his touch.

“Joshua, I gave you your time to talk. I’m fed up. Please just fuck off.” you said as you turned away and started to walk away.

“I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” he says softly.

“Well sorry doesn’t magically fix everything now does it. You know what? Maybe it does. Hey Joshua. Im sorry I have fallen in love with you over and over again for years. Does that fix this shit show? No? Didn’t think so.” you spat at him.

You tried to walk past him but he pulled you to him. One arm wrapped around your waist. His other hand on your cheek as he pulled your mouth to his, instantly colliding. You held your hands up as if to show that you were innocent. He licked your bottom lip lightly as if you ask to deepen the kiss. You let him and rested your hand on his chest, the other tangled in his hair. He pressed against your body until you were pressed against the bus.

The arm around your waist drifted lower until he had his hand lightly resting on your butt. You felt a pressure against your leg. The two of you had your tongues in a constant battle for dominance. You felt his hand slowly slide up the side of your sweatshirt. His hand resting on your cold skin, giving you a little warmth.

He slowly pulled away from the kiss and put his forehead to yours, looking intensely in your eyes.

“[Y/n], can we go inside? You’re obviously cold and I would like to continue this if at all possible.” he said, almost growling.

You bit your lip lightly and hesitantly nodded. The two of you slowly walked into the empty bus. He locked the door behind you as you sat on the couch. He walked up to you and sat down quickly pulling you back to his mouth as he pulled you on to his lap until you were straddling him. He tugged at the bottom of your sweatshirt and broke the kiss as he pulled it over your head. You did the same to him and removed his shirt.

You pulled his mouth back to yours as if you needed it. He tried to unfasten your bra but he kept fumbling. Instead of helping him, you ground your hips against his. He whimpered into your mouth and bit your lip softly. He finally got your bra unhooked and slid it off, allowing his hands to massage your breasts harshly. He stands slightly and moves you so you were laying on your back on the couch as he hovered over you.

“Can I take these off?” Josh says as he tugs at your pants. You nod as you help him to slide your pants off. You pull at his and he obliges. He lays over you again and kisses you again as he lightly massages you through your underwear. You moan against his mouth as he gives you a little friction that you wanted so badly.

He starts you kiss your neck lightly and suckle softly. Your eyes shutter closed as he moves your underwear slightly and slowly inserts a finger in to you. He sucks harder at the sweet spot on your throat and kisses down your chest, sucking and biting at the skin. You slowly pumps his finger in and out of you. You softly buck your hips into his hand. He quickly presses another finger in to you and quickens his pace as you cry out quietly.

He takes one of your nipples into your mouth and lightly bites at it as he sucks and leaves light kisses. He pushes a third finger in to you, thrusting into you with his fingers. Without warning, he removes his fingers completely. You are breathing hard as he pulls off your underwear and removes his own.

“Josh wait. Stop please. We need to think about this. We are both upset and slightly drunk. Can we really make the decision to change our entire relationship right now?” you ask, regretting it, all you want is to be with him. You wanted him to fuck you. And you wanted him to fuck you hard and preferably now.

“I’ve been in love with you for years and I really don’t want to wait. I love you. I love you. I love you. If you don’t want this, we don’t have to do this but I want you.” he says in a low voice. Without thinking it any further you pulled him back to your mouth and wrapped your legs around his waist.

He put one hand behind your head as if to keep your mouth to his and one hand on your hip. You could feel him hesitating at your core. You mumbled against his mouth;

“Pleas- Holy fuck!” you were going to plead with him to just take you but he thrusted into you, catching you completely off guard. He didn’t start off slow. He didn’t treat you like his toy. He knew that the two of you had a lot of time to make up for and he didn’t relent.

He was immediately thrusting into you. You couldn’t meet his thrusts as he was holding you down. You were being dominated by your best friend and boy was he pounding into you. You could hear skin hitting skin and his soft moans. It was the hottest thing you’d ever heard.

His voice was low and his mouth was occupied by your so his moans dissipated into a growling hum. Your stomach was tying itself in knots and your mind was racing. You pulled away from his mouth as you felt your core tightening.

“Joshua! I’m gonna- oh fuck! Josh! I’m gonna cum!” you moaned as he kissed down your neck and his thrusts became sloppy. You could feel him twitching in you and his breathing was erratic. Your stomach tightened as you felt your face grow hot and you released around him, causing him to release into you. You cried out in ecstasy and he moaned into your neck as he slowly slid out of you.

Your breathing was heavy and his was erratic. You hadn’t realized that you had dragged your nails down his back but you had and his back was red now. He had littered your body in bruises from his mouth. As the two of you calmed, he slowly stood up and offered you his hand to help you up.

“Can you stand? I’m sorry.” he said as you tried to gain your balance. Your legs weren’t holding you very well and you were sore. You told him that you could barely stand. He held you softly as he helped you put your underwear on, his hands lightly brushing against your legs. He then took his shirt from the floor and helped you put it on. You sat on the couch as he put his boxers back on.

He helped you walk to his bunk and told you to get comfortable. He walked away and picked up the clothes in the floor and put them in a suitcase and he unlocked the door so the others could get in eventually. After, he slowly crawled into the bunk with you. He pulled the blanket up so it was covering your shoulders. He pulled the curtain shut and pulled you against his body. You laid your head on his chest and listened to his heart race as he traced circles on your back.

“Hey [Y/n]? Do you think I could maybe be your boyfriend? I can’t live without you regardless of label. But I want the label. I love you so much.” he said softly. You told him yes and he hummed contently as you fell asleep in his arms.

Love you the mostest


therealcanadianqueen  asked:

8, 10, and 15 please? Preferably w bucky? Or steve (if you do steve)

8. “Stop whining. As we walked into this battle, I was already bleeding, had a headache and cramps. You guys are so weak. Seriously.” 10. “Yes I’m a woman. Yes, I bleed every month. Now stop being annoying.” 15. “It’s really sweet how you have no clue about any of it. But I’m not in explaining mood right now. Ask me next week.”

You boarded the jet, wiping blood from the cut on your lip. “What the fuck. When did that happen?” You mumbled to yourself as you took a seat in one of the pilot chairs, leaning forward and resting your forehead on your knees. Your cramps were getting bad, and all you really wanted to do was curl up in your bed with a heat pack and a cup of tea. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going to be possible until you landed back at the compound in about 6 hours.

Steve and Bucky boarded behind you, and you could hear Steve chuckling as Bucky complained about his fingers - he was pretty sure he’d broken at least three of them. “I mean, who does that? Grabbing a man’s hand and bending the fingers back? That’s not even a real fighting tactic.” He said, huffing. You rolled your eyes silently, not in the mood to listen to his bitching.

“It seems like it was a real fighting tactic, considering that it worked. Y/N had to save your ass from being shot.” Steve spoke, trying to mask the laughter in his voice. Bucky scoffed, “I was a little distracted by my broken fingers, Steve.” You couldn’t bite your tongue any longer. “Stop whining.” You spat, sitting up slowly. Bucky’s eyes widened and he shut his mouth immediately. “As we walked into this battle, I was already bleeding, had a stomach ache and cramps. You guys are so weak. Seriously.”

Bucky was by your side in an instant. “Y/N, if you were injured, why did you come on this mission? Does Fury know? He’s probably pissed.” He said, his voice soft and sincere. You rolled your eyes again, shaking your head slowly, trying not to laugh at his naivety. “It’s really sweet how you have no clue about any of it. But I’m not in an explaining mood right now. Ask me next week.” You told him softly, and he scrunched his nose up in confusion. “Y/N.. What do you mean? What’s wrong?” He asked, rubbing your back softly.

You let out a groan as you wrapped your arms around your middle, letting your eyes flutter shut. The cramps were getting worse. “Y/N?” Bucky’s tone was full of concern. You heard Steve chuckle as he walked over to where you were. “Buck, I think it might be a lady thing.” He spoke, and Bucky’s eyes went wide again as he looked at you. You couldn’t stop the laugh that left your lips, cringing when it only made your pain worse. “I know they kept you in a freezer for awhile, Buck, but you didn’t live under a rock before that. Surely the women you dated got their periods before you went to war.”

His lips formed a frown as he continued to stare at you, shrugging. “If they did, they never mentioned it… Back in those days, women didn’t really talk about… these things in front of men.” He said slowly, and you rolled your eyes again. “Yes I’m a woman. Yes, I bleed every month. Now stop being annoying.” You growled, only making Steve laugh again. “I think we have some chocolate around here somewhere, let me see if I can find it.” Steve told you as he walked away. “Finally, you’re doing something useful.” You mumbled, causing Bucky to chuckle. “You’re kind of mean when this happens.” He told you and you shoved him, almost knocking him over. “Don’t test me, Barnes. You haven’t seen anything yet. Just wait until the crying starts.”

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Teardrops on My Guitar

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Requested by anonymous: can u do an imagine where’s accidentally break his guitar and he gets mad and kicks u out but then realized that he overreacted?? I love ur writing btw it makes my day


Shawn had been working all day and had been cooped up in the studio with Andrew and Geoff.

Shawn decided he could take a break and take you out for lunch, needing some one-on-one time with you, plus a break.

Shawn pushes his shades back up his nose, looking to the side before taking a sip of his water.

You bite your lip, not wanting to tell him that you noticed something was off - but something needed to be said.

“What’s wrong, love?” You ask, reaching out to touch his face, but he shrugged you off.

Something was obviously wrong if he was not wanting to be touched by you.

“Just having a hard time with this one song and it’s pissing me off.” He mutters.

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I would just like to make the decendants fandom aware that these photo’s exist.

Ok, so a few weeks ago I went to this bookfair, and look what I found…

It’s almost like a Disney decendants yearbook.And as soon I saw it I was anxiously rooting through it to find anything I could conserning my ship. (aka, Jaylos.) and this is what I found.

Chad, is a homophope. 

Now we can only assume that according to the weather and the end of the Isle of the Lost, our favorite Villian kids appeared in Aurodon half way through the school year meaning that this yearbook was published in their reality after mal stood up to her mom and Aurdrey decided to get along woth mal. 

However, Audrey comments, obviously tye into her feelings in the begining instead of at the end, which brings forth the quetion…what?

Like, was this just a sloopy mistake that nobody bothored to think about or was Audrey lying about her feelings concerning Mal and her friends?




Next on the list.

Chad is still a jerk face.

Jane on the other hand, is startingt o come out of her shell (at least in writting) and posseses a whole lot of sass. Go Jane!




Along with pics from the movie and strange comments, the book also includes biographies of the students, although in this cass, the Villian’s Kid’s Bios look more like something they pulled out from their records when they were originally deciding if they should bring the villian kids over

I mean, Carlos still sounds like he’s scared of dogs, (which wasn’t the case at the end of the movie, so we have to assume this was written BEFORE the contents of the movie. His Bio also outlins how much he spends with Jay to share personal informationwith as well as how abusive and terrible living with Crullea is.

Speakign of Crullea, may I piont out that in 101 Dalmations 2, It was canoon that Cruellea was mentally insane she was seeing a phyciotrist that cut her off from buying furs forcing Cruella to find another outlook of spots-Painting which laster lead to her kidnapping the puppies all over again. 

But serriously. The Isle of the lost,is the land of the leftovers, most kids over there go to bed hungrey and have never tasted sugar. Do you honestly belive that Aurodon would care about the mental stability of Cruella di Vil? NO. This means, that Carlos grew up with a mentally insane person OFF their medication, who grew more violent everyday. That’s harsh.

Jay’s Bio for the most part reflects Carlos’s in the fact it appears he wrote very soon after he arrived at aurodon noting that he’s “drooling from all the fine swag to lift”

However, his list of stuff he’s stolen says otherwise. As I’m sure many of you know in the second descendents book Return to the Isle of the lost, the gang had to go back to the isle to search for their parents’s magical items of evil. Carlos’s mother’s object was her Emerald ring that represented her pride, wealthy and power and shamed others. 

Now, look back at Jay’s list…yep. he couldn’t have stolen the ring on the Isle becasue they wree hidden in the underground tunnels which means, he had to steal it from Carlos after the second book before they all decided to hand over their objects to the museam/council for safe keeping.

So, what was this? another mistake? an added piece of paper Jay inserted after the yearbok was publishe? Does anyone own their own year book or does everyone in the school just share one?




Moving on! Unforchunetly, as wonderfull as Jaylos is, I’m afraid I’m going to be breaking all you’re jaylos shipping hearts when I say this…Jaylos, is NOT going to be canon. EVER. Not in Descendants 2, not in another book, NEVER. and here’s why…

“Carlos is like a little brother to me.” -Jay

You read that right. Jay, is hitting us hard with the ‘I see you as a younger sibling’ cannon ball. Prepare to abandoned ship. 

HOwever! WE all know that carlos might have a small crush on jay as according to The first Book Isle of the lost when Carlos said thought “Jay laughed again ,which made Carlos feel good, though he couldn’t explain why, not even to himself.” So congrats if you stayed on board, you are hearby saillig bnthe S.S. unrequited love ship.

Ok,Ok,Ok, sirriouly thou. Here’s what I don’t get. you guys see the las tpicture where arlos writes how he wsa scared of dogs and then Jane asks “Who’s afraid of dogs?” Like…???? WHAT THE HEACK JANE?!? HE LITTLEALY WORTE  HIS NAME???? HOW ARE YOU CONFUSED???

 idk, but that’s that. we also have another page with thier bromance grcing the pages. (take THAT chad.)

YEA, They’re familly! Which also more serrious because they grew up without strong relationships with their familly. And right now, I’m going to exclude the girls. Jay’s dad wouldn’t even LOOK at him, really. he wouldn’t, nothing Jay ever stole was EVER good enough. And Cruella? Sometimes, I doubt she even knew her own son’s name to be honest. But I guess she showed a little amout of compassion by forcing him to have “henchman” They didn’t have ANY realtionship with their parents. they barley spoke to their parents at all. For them to claim to be familly, is supper important.

Now, wait a minuite. It looks like Audrey has made another appearence in the book, but this time, her attitude toward the two boys is deffenetly different. It’s way more freindly and sounds more like her personality from the end of the movie/ the wicked world serries.




Well, that’s the end of that. Thanks for reading this long post! 

Wrenches and Doctors

SUMMARY: Life on the USS Enterprise can be a rush when you fill in for engineering all the time. What’s even more exciting is when Doctor Bones is on board, and you somehow manage getting the concussion of the century thanks to a game of chase with Scotty over a wrench.

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NOTES: First imagine for this blog, yay! I hope you guys enjoy. Don’t forget to check the fandom list and request imagines and prompts! (Also, in this fic, black shirt is a made up division of the crew known as assassins and guards.)

“Montgomery, if you don’t hand me that wrench right now, I swear-”

“Oh, what’ll ya do, lassie?” Scotty snaps, a growl slipping from between (y/n)’s clenched teeth.

“I’ll chop your freaking hands off!” she hisses, reaching for the wrench. He quickly pulls back, stepping up onto a chair and making her ball her fists. This has been going on for a good three minutes now; Scotty refuses to give (y/n) the wrench so she can fix a pod door that he believes to be perfectly fine. At this point, (y/n) will do anything to get that wrench from his hands.

(Y/n) lunges at Scotty and he falls back, landing on his feet behind the chair. She pushes the chair at him and he laughs as he kicks it to the side, but this leaves a clear path to him. His eyes go wide as she walks to him and he quickly turns, sprinting up the stairs as she chases after him with curses escaping her lips with every step.

“Montgomery!” she yells, reaching for his shirt as he turns a corner. Her fingers manage to touch the fabric of his red uniform but he turns too quickly for her to grab him. “You know I’m right about the pod, just hand me the wrench!”

“Nope!” he shouts as he dodges some engineers. They quickly move out of the way for (y/n), her black shirt pushing them against a boiler. “You’re wrong, (y/l/n)!”

“No, she’s not!” a small Russian voice calls out. They freeze, looking down below the railing at Chekov below. “I just checked, the handle is loose so the release isn’t functioning!” he yells up to them, and (y/n) turns to Scotty.

“Ha!” she cries out. “Now give me the wrench!”

Scotty takes a deep breath, holding the large tool to his chest as he smiles. By now, it’s just a game to him, yet she grows increasingly more mad with every step he takes backwards. She steps to him and he holds the wrench above his head, making her yell in frustration. Even though she’s just two inches shorter than him, people doing that infuriates her.

(Y/n) kicks at his ankles and he jumps, dodging the hit. She does it again but quickly swings her left foot out so he fall backwards, the wrench slipping from his hands. She goes to grab it but it falls faster than she expects, forgetting about the heavy weight.

She jumps forward and her foot catches a snag in the metal walkway. She falls hard and when she reaches up to catch the wrench, it slips through her fingers and lands on her head. She gasps in pain as the wrench falls down to Chekov, and her vision goes pure white for a moment.

“Lassie, are you alright?” Scotty calls out, standing up and running to her. She stands as she blinks, the entire boiler room spinning as she tries to regain balance. The walkway seems to twist beneath her and she reaches for the railing, but misses and falls. She hits her head on the middle bar and before Scotty can reach her, she closes her eyes and lets darkness take hold.

“Shit!” he hisses. “Lad, go fetch Doctor McCoy, now!” Chekov nods and runs out of the boiler room, and Scotty tries to wake (y/n) up by patting her cheeks. “Oh, I’m so dead…”

“Move!” Chekov shouts as he pushes past people. His accent is thick, leaving people to watch him as he sprints down the hall and around the corner faster than the starship they’re on.

Chekov runs into the medbay, looking around frantically. “Doctor McCoy!” he yells, running from wing to wing. “Doctor McCoy!”

Bones steps out of his office with furrowed eyebrows. “Good god, ensign, what is it?”

“(Y/n),” he says, and he catches his breath. “She got hurt-”

“Dammit,” he snaps, cutting him off by walking away. He break off into a jog down the hall with Chekov fighting to keep up, and soon he’s off in a sprint to engineering. When they reach the boiler room, he lets Chekov ahead of him so he can lead her to (y/n).

When Bones climbs the stairs and sees her lying on the walkway, he rushes over. Scotty kneels above her, his hands on her face to try and wake her up. “What the hell happened?” Bones snaps harshly to them.

“We were just goofing around and she hit her head,” Scotty says. “Honest to god accident-”

“Move,” Bones grumbles, and Scotty crawls to the side. Bones takes (y/n)’s face in his hands and pulls her left cheek down carefully to reveal her bright green eye. She seems unresponsive to the lights overhead, making him sigh.

“I’m bringing her to medbay three,” Bones tells them. He slides an arm under her legs and his other behind her back, slowly rising to his feet and keeping her to his chest. He walks through the halls with heavy steps and a mean scowl on his face, and people gladly move for him.

The medbay doors slide open and he walks to the first bed on his right. He gently sets her down and turns the light on over head. He places his hands back on her cheeks and lets his fingers search through her hair slowly. He feels something and pulls one hand back, slight traces of blood on the tips of his fingers. He shakes his head and grabs a rag.

“(Y/n), wake up,” he says strongly, carefully pressing the rag to the gash on the back of her head through her thick hair. “(Y/n) (y/l/n), you need to open your eyes.”

Somewhere, in her deep pit of sleep, she hears his voice. His strong southern drawl, his gravely words, his commanding tone. All of this together makes her blink her eyes open weakly, and the first thing she sees are blinding white lights and a very worried doctor standing over her.

(Y/n) brings a hand up to shield her eyes from the light and he reaches over to dim them some. She sighs and relaxes as he presses the rag harder to her head, making her wince and squeeze her eyes shut quickly.

“(Y/n), look at me,” he says lowly. She reopens her eyes and brings her eyes to his. “You hit your head hard, you need to stay awake.” She nods slightly and he helps her sit up. “Can you tell me what happened?”

She opens her mouth to say something but her tongue doesn’t seem to cooperate at first. She moves her jaw and groans deeply. She brings her hand up to where he holds the rag, her fingers tracing his before she feels blood under the rag. She cringes and drops her hand, her body seeming to relax a little as she goes to lie down.

“No, (y/n),” Bones snaps, and her eyes struggle to stay open. “You have a concussion, I really need you to stay awake now.” She groans again and he sits behind her. He keeps his knee to the bottom of her back so she can’t lie down and he removes the bloodied rag, grabbing a new one and placing it under her dark hair.

“Can you tell me what happened?” he says, and she can tell his tone is softer and his voice a little more quiet. Bedside manner, she thinks, nothing more.

“I was chasing Montgomery for a wrench and he dropped it,” she says with a weak voice. “It hit my head and I went down. When I got up, I missed the railing for support and hit my head on the middle bar on my way down.”

“Good god, woman,” he mutters. (Y/n) reaches up and her hand touches his again, and he can’t stop his breathing from hitching slightly. He slowly removes his hand from the rag and lets her hold it. He stands up and she turns so her feet can hand over the side of the bed.

“How bad is it, doc?” she asks, looking up at him. His watches her closely and sighs. Reaching over, he grabs his small flashlight and she groans. Just another light to add to the headache.

Bones reaches up and carefully pushes her head back so she looks up at the ceiling. His hand is gentle on her head, just above where she holds the rag. She watches him as he shines the light into her eyes, and he quickly sets the light down right after.

“Like I said, concussion,” he explains. “Scoot to the end of the biobed.”

She does as he says and he rolls a small metal cart over. She faces the wall so he can see the back of her head at eye level. That was a plus about her sitting on the bed- with Bones being over six feet tall, he could still look down on her. And that’s just about all he has been wanting to do since she boarded the USS Enterprise.

It’s no doubt the Chief Medical Officer has had his eyes on the assassin since day one. She caught his attention when she had to bring in an engineer with a gash on his cheek, one that she put there after he had assaulted another crew member in a fight. Ever since then, he’s kept tabs on her and has been trying to discover more about the only black shirt left.

He snaps out of his thoughts after a moment, shaking his head. “Let me see,” he says softly, and she lowers the rag. He gently lowers her head so she looks at her lap, letting him move her hair to the side so he can see the gash. It’s about two inches in length, and not as deep as he thought it would be.

“Stitches?” she asks, as if she can read his hurried mind.

“Stitches,” he answers. (Y/n) sighs and turns back to him as he grabs a small hypospray vial. “Slight numbing agent,” he tells her and she nods, looking up at him with bewildered and curious eyes. She looks like a child, he thinks in that small moment, with green eyes wide and expectant like he might show her a new trick or surprise her with something. Must be the concussion…

After a moment she takes a breath and turns around. He moves the hair from her neck and injects the hypospray. She flinches slightly and rubs the area as he threads a needle with surgical thread. She keeps her eyes on her lap and begins to feel the effects of the drug.

“Holy shit, doc,” she whispers. “Slight?”

Bones pauses, setting the needle down and walking in front of her. She looks down at her hands and curls her fingers, uncurling them after and repeating it. He purses his lips and can’t stop from shaking his head. Definitely the concussion.

He has the gash stitched up in just under two minutes, a healing salve spread on the wound so her hair won’t stick as much. He cleans up the station and walks away for half a second to put the cart up, and when he turns around, (y/n) is gone.

“Shit,” he hisses, looking around. “(y/n)!” he calls out, but no response. He growls something under his breath and walks out of the medbay. He looks to the left and sees nothing but a group of ensigns. When he looks to his right, he sees a fleeting blur of black turn the corner.

He runs after (y/n) and quickly catches up to her. She stumbles over her feet, grabbing the bar on the wall to keep herself upright. Bones stands in front of her, making her stop and look at him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he snaps, and she frowns.

“I have to fix that pod,” she says, blinking at him. Her words tangle with her tongue and struggle to get past her lips, the numbing agent working stronger on her than expected.

“No, you need to rest,” he says sternly.

“If something goes wrong and we need to use that pod, it won’t work,” she argues, pushing past him. She falls over his feet and he’s quick to catch her.

“Dammit, (y/n), I said no!” he growls a little harsher than he meant to. She frowns and looks up at him with sad eyes, a hint of surprise laced into the green, and he sighs. “You have a serious concussion, so you won’t be working for a while,” he tells her calmly.

“But, the pod-”

“No,” he says, standing her up. “Back to the medbay.” She frowns and crosses her arms, making him roll his eyes. He steps to her and quickly slides his arms under her back and legs, sweeping her off her feet and making her yell slightly in shock. She laughs as they begin to walk, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Bones looks down at her, furrowing his eyebrows and watching her closely. She takes on hand from his neck and begins to trace loops and circles on his chest, making his heart beat a little faster as he turns the corner. She laughs to herself puts her face into his shoulder as they enter the medbay, and he almost doesn’t want to set her down on the biobed.

He lowers her slowly and she lies down on the bed. He puts a pillow under her head and she sits up, squinting her eyes at him. He frowns, turning to her.

“What is it?” he asks, crossing his arms.

“Oh, nothing,” she says with a shrug. “You’re cute when you’re working.” He scoffs and she laughs as she lies down.

“Rest, (y/n),” he says sternly. “And so help me god, if you get up, I’ll sedate you.”

He pulls the curtains around the bed but she sits back up. “Wait,” she calls out, and he reappears in front of her as she swings her feet over the side of the bed. “Thank you, doc,” she says, pulling him into a hug. He frowns and tenses up, but relaxes his muscles and hugs her back. He wraps his arms around her and she buries her face into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you,” she repeats, her lips tracing his skin softly. He takes a slow and deep breath, running a hand up and down her back. He leans back and she looks up at him. And out of nowhere, with no warning at all, she moves forward and presses her lips to him. It’s a messy kiss, the numbness still taking over her mind and body, but Bones brings his hands to her face to pull her closer to his.

He steps back and she takes a slight breath, watching him. “Sleep, (y/n),” he whispers, kissing her temple. He takes one last look at her and she lies down, her eyes closing her her head hits the soft pillow, and he quietly closes the curtain.

Make Some Noise

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You were still surprised that when you turned your fork around in the tin of power pup that it made a squelching noise. It had been maybe 8 months since you found the kill joys, and you were glad of it. God knows what would have happened if you had of spent another day ruled by Korse, wearing that hot sticky Draculoid mask that clung to your skin as if it were suffocating you of your existence. If it hadn’t have been for Party Poison catching the side of that wretched mask with his pistol in route 70, you may not of had existed any more. You grimaced at the ‘food’ in your mouth, it’s dry as ever, and the taste never fades, no matter how hard you try, not to mention the smell that lingers on your breath. It certainly didn’t match up to the sound that it made in the tin.

The boys had left you alone for a little bit, they said that it would be better for you to stay in the diner, or as they all called it, the “D.I.E”, no one could be bothered to change the light bulbs, and it sent a nice message to the enemies. You knew your weaponry abilities weren’t the best, but sometimes it kind of irritated you because you wanted them to give you chance.  That group of men were the best thing to ever happen to you in your life, but you couldn’t help feel like they still didn’t trust you properly. It’s probably something to do with the danger of being an undercover Drac, but it would be nice if they could think higher of you than that. Staring out of the window you stuffed the last of your food into your mouth, better get it over with sooner rather than later. The sky looked peculiar today, it wasn’t its usual vibrant blue, it had more twists of red and brown in it. After all your time fighting in the desert, Drac or not, you had never seen it like this. What ever was going to happen, you just didn’t want to be alone.

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anonymous asked:

So, what about some happy and fluffy McSpirk at the academy?

  • Neither Jim nor Bones like Spock very much initially. But, to be fair, Leonard doesn’t like most people. They have to work on an assignment together, and all three of them have very different approaches in getting that done. Spock wants to do extensive research first, together. Bones wants to divide roles, do his own part, and then get over it. Jim’s more of a; wait until a week before the deadline and then work together for 24 hours until it’s all done. So they don’t particularly agree on this first assignment at all, and they mostly end up making the assignment by themselves. All three pass with a similar grade, so the extra work seems like a total waste of time in the end.
  • Jim and Bones grow rapidly closer, though. They spend a lot of time together. Either drinking, studying, and working out. Spock doesn’t seem that socially interested in the two of them, and neither are Jim and Bones.
  • But then a field assignment requires Jim to lead a party on a nearby planet. And against all odds, they work surprisingly well together. Jim oversees Spock researching local plants, and assists him with that. Bones turns the usable plants into a cream that ails a particular rash to the locals. Now, Jim doesn’t exactly assist with that, but seeing as a local flirt leaves him with similar symptoms, Bones uses Jim as a test subject to make sure the stuff is safe to use. 
  • “You wanna hang tonight?” Leonard asks Spock, and Spock frowns. “Hang?” “Yes, it’s Friday. Jim and I are going to have a few drinks in the bar.” “Oh, I don’t get drunk,” Spock says, and Leonard raises an eyebrow. “Then what do you do on a Friday night?” He asks, and Spock huffs. “I mean, I don’t get drunk on alcohol.” “Then what do you get drunk on?”
  • “What is that?” Jim asks when Bones walks in with grocery bags. “Chocolate milk,” Bones says. “What are we, kids?” “It’s for Spock,” Leonard says. “Spock?” Jim repeats, “first of all, Bones, what is Spock doing on our night out, and what is he doing, drinking chocolate milk?” “I thought we had a nice time on that planet.” “We had an okay time on that planet,” Jim counters. “The only reason you had a mildly inconvenience on that planet is because you decided to sleep with one of the sick locals,” Bones says, “I asked Spock to drink with us tonight, but he only gets drunk on chocolate. Hence, the chocolate milk.” Jim listens to that, rubbing the back of his neck with a frown. “Fine. Okay.”
  • It’s actually surprisingly fun. Spock meets up with them at Bones’ dorm, and while they get drunk on whiskey and bourbon, Spock gets equally drunk on chocolate milk. And just the fact that he’s willing to do that already leaves a good impression on Jim, and besides, Spock is hilarious when drunk. Ups his sarcasm, apparently knows all the campus gossip. They go to a bar after a few drinks at home, where they drink beer – and it’s really just pure luck that one of those hipster San Fran bars serves them a special brewed chocolate stout. So they’re really just drinking together, playing card games, loudly disagreeing with each other on school assignments, and try to hit on other people. Or, well, Jim tries. Bones is the only one actually succeeding, though. But before he can actually leave with someone, both Spock and Jim get sick from chugging down another 3 drinks too fast, and so rather than actually getting laid, Bones spends the rest of his night rubbing Spock’s back as he throws up in the toilet, and then having a bucket ready for Jim, too. “I hate you guys,” Spock grunts tiredly, and Bones laughs, handing him a glass of water. “Right back at you, pal.”
  • Now, when Spock joins them more regularly on a Friday night, they don’t actually go out to bars anymore. They just share a drink in either one of their dorm rooms, watching TV, playing board games, or video games. During exam weeks, they rehearse the theory together. Spock and Jim take Bones to a flight site to help him get over his fear of flying. It doesn’t work as well as they hoped, but at least Bones gets to pass the basics of flying which allows him to actually continue his studies.
  • Over the summer, Spock goes back to Vulcan to be with his family. Bones goes to Joanna. Jim spends about one week with his mom, which is enough time to catch up, and just long enough before he gets bored out of his mind. But that does mean he spends the rest of the summer all by himself. Spock and Bones come back to San Fran two weeks early just so the three of them can spend the rest of summer going out, having late noon picnics in the park. Bones naps, Jim’s on his phone, Spock’s just quietly reading. They go swimming on the beach, and Spock rubs Jim’s back when he inevitably gets sunburnt. "Do you want to go on a roadtrip?“ Jim asks, “we could go to LA.” “Jim, school starts in like, three days,” Bones says, but Jim shrugs. “So? We’ll go tonight, spend tomorrow in LA, and go back home on Sunday. What’s the worst that could happen?“ 
  • They decide to go by car instead of train, shuttle, or other. And that’s also where it all goes wrong. The GPS doesn’t work properly, and somehow neither boys can agree on how to actually follow the road signs to one of the country’s biggest cities. They never actually make it to LA. They drive through most of Friday night, until Bones is exhausted and grumpy, Jim is hungry, and Spock’s all of those things. They find a motel in some small town instead, and sleep through most of Saturday. They find a small diner, but it doesn’t have any vegetarian options for Spock, so they drive around until they find a small cafe. All three look miserable when they get their food, but eating does miracles. “So, I don’t think we’re gonna make it to LA,” Jim says, and Spock shoots him a glance. “I’m certain we won’t,” he agrees. “But hey, we can just go to a bar here tonight, have a couple drinks, and head back tomorrow.” “Fine,” Bones says, and Spock nods as well. “Fine.”
  • It’s the last Saturday before school starts again, so all three permit themselves to get as drunk as they were on the first time they went out together. Bones just makes sure they all keep drinking water, too, so neither of them actually ends up throwing up from drinking too much. 
  • They stumble into the motel room late at night, and by the time Jim returns from the bathroom, he’s just stunned at the sight of Spock actually kissing Bones. It must be a drunken thing, but Jim just doesn’t know what to do – besides enjoying that sight for a while. Eventually, Bones pulls away, pleasantly drunk color on his cheeks as he turns to look at Jim instead. “You joining in or what?” He asks. “I– what? I mean, yes,” Jim says, stepping in closer to the bed to join the other two, “absolutely.”
The Worst Joke Ever


Here’s the song

*Dan Howell-centric


March 31

Dan stared at his camera, feeling as empty as the lens staring at him. The camera had already been rolling for a good five minutes without him saying anything; there would be a lot of editing needed for this video.

‘But maybe I shouldn’t edit it,’ Dan thought. ‘Maybe this needs to be as real as possible.’

‘Or maybe,’ another voice in his head said. ‘You shouldn’t do this at all.’

‘No,’ the first voice said. ‘It has to be done.’

Dan took a deep breath. “Hello, Internet,” he said, trying to put on a happy face. But he knew that the thousands of people who would watch this soon would be able to see through his façade. He’d been in drama, sure, but no amount of acting would be able to hide this pain.

“So. As most of you know, I’ve been dating Y/N for a while now. And she’s great. Really. She’s… well, she’s basically the best thing in my life…”

Damn, this was going to be harder than Dan had thought.

“We have a lot of fun and she’s always there for me and… and I wasn’t there for her.” Dan bit the inside of his lip, the words hurting more than he’d expected. “Most people don’t understand how much time YouTube actually takes. It’s more than just turning on the camera and telling a stupid story for five minutes. There’s…” Dan shook his head. “I’m not going to go into everything but there’s a reason that this is considered my job. It’s work.

“Now, don’t get me wrong, I love working for YouTube. I love making these videos for you guys, I love making stuff that you guys like. And Y/N always supports me. She sits here and watches me edit, which is probably about as exciting as having a tooth pulled. She’s my sounding board for ideas. She celebrates the milestones with me. She’s actually physically pulled me away from the computer a few times, especially when I’m freaking out because YouTube or the internet has decided to go down right when I’m trying to upload.

“The problem is… I’ve missed a lot. Yes, I have free time and yes, I spend as much of it as I can with Y/N, but I’ve still missed some important things in her life. She says she doesn’t mind, that she understands, but I can tell that she really hates it.”

Dan sighed. This was the first time he’d said some of this out loud—usually, it was just in his head.

“Now, I know what a lot of you are thinking: ‘oh, no, this is a breakup video. Dan’s going to tell us that he and Y/N are broken up and it’s all terrible’. Well, you’re half-right. This is, for lack of a better term, a breakup video. But it’s not about Y/N and I. It’s between me and… well, everything else.

“‘But Dan, what does that mean?’ It means that I’m taking a break from YouTube and Twitter and everything that all the old people call ‘distractions’. I’m not quitting, exactly—I have a few videos that I’ve already made that I can post every so often. But my presence here and in social media won’t be as prominent.

“Please understand that this is not because I’m mad at anybody. This is just for the betterment of my relationship with Y/N. I love her and I want to make sure that she’s going to stay with me.”

Dan sighed. “So. This isn’t goodbye; it’s just… farewell.”


April 1


You couldn’t contain your giggles, which was making Dan start to crack as well.

“Yes, hello, internet,” Dan said. “I just want to take a moment to apologize for yesterday’s video. When you hear the explanation, some of you might be a little mad, but believe me when I say that it’s all Y/N’s fault.”

“Is not!”

“Shush. Now… the things in yesterday’s video that were true were the things I said about YouTube being work and the things I said about loving Y/N. Everything else was a lie—I’m not quitting YouTube, I haven’t missed any important things in Y/N’s life…”

“Dan doesn’t have any videos that he’s saved because he’s a procrastinator…”

“No need to chime in, thank you,” Dan said with a laugh. He turned back to the camera. “The reason Y/N decided I should make that video is because she–”


“We wanted to make this video more impactful in a twisted April Fool’s joke kind of way. Y/N and I are not on the verge of breaking up, our relationship isn’t in danger; it’s the best it’s ever been.” Dan picked up your hand and brought it up in front of the camera, the light shining off of the engagement ring on your finger. “A few weeks ago, I asked Y/N to marry me. And she said yes!”

“After many days of painful, elaborate consideration.”

“Oh, shut up,” Dan said with a laugh. “God, is this what marriage is going to be like?”

“You got yourself into this mess, Mr. Howell.”

“And you love it, future Mrs. Howell.”

Originally posted by uuuhshiny

Prompt: H! :) absolutely love your fics! Been obsessed with them lately! I was wondering if you could do a Bones x reader imagine involving reader’s creepy ex whoose maybe on board the enterprise for one reason or another! With lots of jealous Bones? Thanks!
Word Count: 1475
Warnings: Stalker, creepy, feeling violated
Author’s Note: I hope that none of you feel this way

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C is for Cold (3/26)

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS)
Prompt: Fic 3 of 26 in the CMO’s Log – A to Z series.  Click here for a listing of all the fics in this series!  This one (cold) was requested by @fandomheadrush :)
Word Count: 
Angry!Bones, fluff.
Rating: All ages.
Author’s Note: A lot of my followers and fellow authors are down with colds and flus right now, so this one’s for all of you guys!

C is for Cold

You’ve been absolutely run off of your feet for days.  At the Enterprise’s last stop, someone on board had picked up a horrible rhinovirus and it had traveled through the air ducts, circulated throughout the ship, and gotten damn near everyone on board sick.  Med bay was full of patients coughing, sniffling, and sneezing, and you were doing everything in your power not to get caught in the virus’ crosshairs.

It’s your seventh straight day on shift as you’d been called to fill in for a half dozen nurses who were also suffering from the cold and you’re wondering to yourself how medical science has been around for centuries and yet it still has no answer to the common cold.  

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anonymous asked:

Can I request some friendship/relationship headcanons for the akatsuki? ( if it's too much just do one of them :33 thank you)


·  Kakuzu has to keep you away from Hidan at all times. Hidan will either try to convert you or sacrifice you. It’s nothing personal, he does the same thing with Kakuzu too, you’re just ripe for the taking tbh.

·   Kisame jokes and messes around with you, probably going a bit too far with some jokes and such, possibly hurting you on accident. That’s where Itachi steps in and either stops the accident or patches you up afterwards. He’s the mom friend.

·   Deidara will be like the vodka aunt who tells you to dangerous crap and eggs you on, then laughs at you when you gets hurt. Sasori is the one to call you a fucking idiot and leave you there to bleed out. You listened to Deidara, so now you can suffer.

·   Pein and Konan are the kind of boring af best friends tbh. They stay in constantly, are always working, sometimes they’ll hang out to eat a quiet bowl or ramen with one another. Sometimes, once in a great while, they’ll drink and you can join in and all, but they don’t get drunk or tipsy. They have wayyyyyy too much to do tbh. 

·   Tobi, now he’s a whole other story. He will get you fucked UP and videotape you. You two can harass the others and cry when you’re used as a punching bag together. Anything fun you can think of, he’ll be right on board with you. 

·   Zetsu’s a kinda quiet guy tbhtbh. He’ll sit and enjoy nature, garden, maybe listen to music. You’re welcome to join, but when he wants alone time, his black side will tell you right the fuck off that he wants you to leave him alone.

anonymous asked:

Luke meets the crew of the Enterprise.

Hah!  That sounds like fun.  I just had to decide on which Enterprise and which crew.  I could of gone with TNG, because that’s actually the first Star Trek I watched- I have memories of watching episodes before I could read- or TOS, because that’s classic and fun, or of course AOS, because that’s what I’ve seen most recently, or even the movie time period.  I can’t do Enterprise, because I never really watched that show (and, since you said “Enterprise”, I can’t do DS9 or Voyager), but the others are all fair game.

Also, perfect timing on this prompt, all things considered.  I ended up going with the Original Series, because what else would I do on today of all days?


Luke Skywalker returned his attention to his lightsaber, hanging on the wall six feet away.  Of course, he could bring it to his cell with just a thought, if he wanted too.  He would have done that hours ago, but something had urged him to wait.

He wasn’t sure why he needed to wait, but he did. If he escaped now, or even if he tried back when he’d been captured, he wouldn’t have gotten out.  He took a deep breath and settled back into a light mediation. Any new sound would bring him out, so he’d be ready if his captors returned.

Perhaps a quarter hour later, he surfaced and frowned. He’d heard something, though he wasn’t sure what yet.  He reached out with the Force, and felt his guards approaching, along with what felt like two humans and… something very similar to human.  Different, but the same.  He sighed.  The Force was useful, but sometimes he didn’t understand what it was trying to tell him.

The door to the large dungeon opened.  Several of the reptilian guards herded what looked like two humans and a humanoid into the cell next to his.  The last guard hung up a mess of equipment in front of the cell, just like they had done with Luke’s.  Luke was fairly sure that was meant to be a way of discouraging captives. If they could see but not reach their gear, it’d just make things harder for them.  Of course, that was about to backfire on them.  Clearly, they’d never seen a Jedi before.

Finally, the guards left, and Luke eyed the three next to him.  His new companions eyed him in return.  There were two humans- or near enough to humans that Luke couldn’t see any differences- and one humanoid whose major differences appeared to be pointed ears and a greenish cast to his complexion that probably meant he had copper based blood. Luke had never seen his species before.

Finally, the man in yellow spoke.  Unfortunately, it was complete gibberish to Luke.  He shook his head.  “I don’t know that language,” he said.  “Do you know basic?”

The man scowled and shook his head.  He glanced at the humanoid in blue.  That one tried another language, but again, it wasn’t familiar.  Luke tried Huttese, but… nothing.

He traded languages with the other three for a while, but eventually, he ran out.  “Well, this is stupid,” Luke said to himself, at the same time the human in blue said something, probably something similar.

He smirked as he returned his attention to his gear.  He looked at them again, trying to convey a sense of “be ready”, but he wasn’t sure how well they understood.  Oh well. Hopefully, they’d understand.  It would be bad if these people were afraid of Jedi.

“Service here is terrible,” he quipped, though he knew they wouldn’t understand what he just said.  “And the food stinks- literally- and I don’t even want to try using the facilities.  I think it’s time to go.”

He considered the unfamiliar gear, eying the strange boxes and the obviously gun shaped items.  The boxes came in a couple of different sizes, and Luke didn’t want to try to guess what they were.

So… his gear first, or theirs?  It might make them more trusting if he returned their gear, but his lightsaber would get them all out.

His fellow captives were talking, a serious talk from the sound of things.  Luke wouldn’t be surprised if they were trying to figure out a way out of here. Luke was fairly certain that the man in yellow was in charge, but he also got the impression that the three men were good friends.

Luke sighed and made his choice.  He reached out with the Force- the humanoid said something- and then his lightsaber ripped off the wall and smacked into his hand.

His could feel the shock from his fellow captives. He turned to look at them and smiled, as reassuring as he could.  Though he knew they wouldn’t understand him, he sighed.  “Let’s get out of here.”  He lit his saber and slashed through his cell door with a single swing. 

He pushed it open, then headed for the other cell. Luckily, the one in charge appeared to understand just what he wanted and he herded his friends back.  Luke opened that door, and gestured.  He turned his saber off and hooked it to his belt. He wanted his comlink, but that had unfortunately been destroyed in his first confrontation with the reptilians.

He eyed the door as he heard his fellow captives leave their cell.  He could still feel their shock and surprise, but only a very little fear, and that mostly because they weren’t sure if he was on their side or not.

That was a relief.  He waited as they collected their gear, keeping watch.

Finally, once they were ready, the one in yellow flipped one of the smaller boxes and spoke into it.


“Kirk to Enterprise,” James Kirk said, still keeping an eye on the apparent telekinetic who had freed them from their cell.

“Enterprise, Scott here.”

“Scotty, can you beam us up, or do we need to get away from any interference?”  The planet they were on was unfortunately filled with rocks that seemed to interfere with both communications and transporters.

“You’re too far underground, Captain,” Scotty said regretfully.  “I canna be sure I’d be able to get you.  Is everyone alright?”

“Commander Spock and Dr. McCoy are both fine.  We’ve picked up another person, unfortunately, we don’t seem to have any languages in common.”

“Aye, sir.  Is this person on our side?”

“Seems to be, Scotty.  Just be ready.”

“Actually, I think this guys is on the side of “get the hell out of here,” Leonard McCoy said.

“Bones is probably right,” Kirk admitted.

“And I believe now would be the best time to go,” Spock said. 

“Alright, Scotty, keep listening, let me know as soon as you can get a fix on the four of us.”

“Aye sir,” Scott said.

“Jim, are you sure it’s a good idea, bringing him on board?  Remember the last group of telekinetics we ran into?”

Jim grimaced.  “Yes, Bones, but I… I think we can trust this one,” he replied.

The man by the door said something, his tone warning. He pulled that strange sword hilt off his belt and held it, eyes narrowed as he stared at the door.

“Captain, someone is approaching,” Spock said, nearly at the same moment.

A few seconds later, Kirk heard footsteps.  He tensed, but the footsteps passed without entering.

“Captain, I believe we should leave, now,” Spock finally said, after a few moments of quiet.

Their fellow captive seemed to make the same decision, and pushed open the door.  He took a moment to look around, then glanced back at them.  Kirk followed as the man took point, his sword hilt still held in hand.

“Phasers on stun,” Kirk ordered.  “Stay with our… friend, here.”

The man seemed to be following some map Kirk didn’t have, which was suspicious, but for now, it seemed to be their best chance of getting out of here.

They only ran into patrols of guards twice.  The first time, their new friend used his sword to… to actually deflect the reptilian’s fire while Kirk and Spock picked them off with their phasers.  The second time, McCoy got the drop on them and used his hypospray to knock two of them out.

Finally, they exited the building and the man led them into the forest.  He asked some sort of question, but obviously didn’t expect an answer. 

“Kirk to Enterprise, are we clear?”

“Aye, Captain,” Chekov said.  “All clear.”

“Good,” Kirk said.  “Four to beam up.”


Luke shuddered as some sort of golden energy formed around him, but his new friends had apparently been expecting it, and weren’t worried at all.  He tried to relax, but…

He shook his head hard as the forest disappeared around him and the interior of some sort of ship appeared in its place.  He swayed for a moment, reaching out into the Force to try to get his bearings.  “Well,” he commented once he was sure he wasn’t going to fall over. “That was interesting.”

He turned to the other men who had been with him, but the one in yellow was already talking to the man in red behind some sort of console.  Luke still couldn’t understand him, but he gestured back toward Luke.  The humanoid in blue said something, and the nearby blue door opened.  A humanoid- a different type from the one in blue- entered, wearing, not the shirt and trousers, but a red dress.  She was carrying some sort of equipment.

The humanoid in blue started working with it.

“Oh, this is very interesting,” Luke finally said, continuing his thought. “I’ve never seen such technology.”

The man in yellow gestured for him to continue. “Teleporting?  I didn’t even know such a thing was possible.  Granted, I’m not an astrophysicist, but the papers I’ve read make it seem impossible.  How do you get around the energy/matter conversion problem?  I’m still myself.  I wish I could ask questions about how this works.”  He paused, as the device said something in the language they had first used.

The man in yellow said something.

“Good, keep talking,” the computer said.

Luke’s jaw dropped.  “A translator, of course,” he said.  There was a second’s delay as the device translated it.  “You were analyzing my language, right?”

“Correct,” the man said.  “Now, I am Captain James Kirk of the USS Enterprise.  We didn’t expect to meet any humans in this quadrant of space.”

Luke smiled.  “I am Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker, Commander, Alliance Forces,” he said.  “It’s good to meet you, Captain.”

Kirk nodded.  “And you.  Thanks for letting us out of that cell.”

Luke smiled.  “It needed to be done.  Thanks for getting me off that planet.  I assume we’re off the planet, and I’d love to know how this works.”

“That’s what you were talking about?  The transporter?” the human in blue asked.

Luke nodded.  “Yes, how, by the Force, did you manage to deal with the conversion to energy and back again?  I know it worked, I just can’t figure out how.”

Kirk grinned.


Summary: Y/N and Liam don’t get along: it’s as simple as that… or is it? There are things Liam doesn’t know about Y/N. She’s dangerous and has a dark secret that, if continued to be kept, could cost him his life. 

Note: Okay I know this took me a long time (a whole freakin’ month) and I’m really sorry! I’m not disappearing on y’all again. I really liked this prompt and I kind of went hella over-board with planning it hahaha. Like to the point where it became a 30+ page fic. there will be three more parts after this one (I’ve already gotten it all written out) so stayed tuned for those! hope you enjoy xoxo

P.S. This takes place in Season 4

Warning(s): language

“Seriously? You guys can’t make it through one pack meeting?” Stiles snaps. “Do you seriously have to do this right now?”

         Y/N glances over at her best friend with disinterest. He knows that she and Liam don’t get along – hell, they’ve never gotten along. Stiles should know better than to expect anything different. He knows her better than anyone.

So she rolls her eyes at his complaints. “Don’t get your tighty-whiteys in a wad, Stilinski.” She pops her gum and flicks her hair over her shoulder.

         “Don’t get my-” Stiles repeats, mildly offended, before he cuts himself off and looks to Scott for help. “Are we really just going to let this keep going on? They’re impossible to be around when they’re near each other.” He throws his hands up before letting them drop back to his sides.

         Y/N purses her lips and looks at the floor. She knows Stiles is right: any time she and Liam are together, they both become totally different people. They bicker constantly, and when anyone intervenes they practically get their heads bitten off. Just one another’s mere presence in the room is enough to completely alter Liam and Y/N’s personalities.

         The pack has met up at Scott’s house. They’re all sitting around the kitchen table, trying to figure out what the hell all of this deadpool stuff means – but they’re not really getting anywhere because every time Liam says anything that Y/N finds stupid, she feels the urge to call him out for it. Most people would consider this nagging. Y/N thinks of it as her civic duty.

         Scott sighs. “Liam, Y/N,” he starts in a weary tone. “Look, I know we’re all going through a lot right now: the deadpool, the assassins, the berserkers…”

         Liam flinches at the last item listed. A twinge of humor tickles the corner of Y/N’s lips, but she beats it down beneath the resting-bitch-face she typically sports when he’s around.

“We need to come together as a team. Fighting with each other isn’t doing that.”

         Y/N snorts. “This isn’t the lacrosse field, Scott,” she coolly reminds him as she picks at her nails. “You can’t make me like Dunbar by giving me a good pep-talk and a smack on the ass.”

         Lydia raises his eyebrows and rubs her temple, staring at the center of the table. “Let’s try to be civil here, please.”

         “Yeah, Y/N.” Liam adds, just for the sake of throwing a jab in. Y/N rolls her eyes. What an idiot.

         Unfortunately, Y/N finds herself fresh out of on-the-spot smart remarks, so she settles for a good old-fashioned: “Shut up, Dunbar.”

         “No, I don’t think I will.”

         “Oh, bite me.” She grumbles. “Of course you won’t. You’re too in love with the sound of your own voice.”


         That certainly gets their attention. The kitchen goes silent. Y/N and Liam send each other dirty glances before they both look at Scott.

         It’s easy to see the effects the stress of being Alpha amongst everything going on is having on him. Dark circles hang underneath his eyes on what seems to be a permanent basis.

         “Guys, come on…” Scott pleads. “Just try to get along. Try. At least for the rest of this meeting. Then you can go back to hating each other.”

         “Easier said than done.” Y/N mumbles under her breath, blowing a big pink bubble.

         Liam slams his hand down on the table, inches away from Y/N’s. The sudden movement startles her so much she jumps, jerking away from him, the bubble popping messily across her chin.

“Okay, what the hell is your problem with me?” He demands. He’s fuming, chest rising and falling with every fury-filled breath.

         Y/N doesn’t even bother holding back. “You’re just an annoying little kid! You have no self-control, for Christ sake you nearly blow our cover every time the tiniest thing manages ticks you off-”

         “That’s not fair!” Liam growls. “You have no idea what it’s like to have to fight for control.”

         Oh, wrong thing to say, buddy. Y/N’s mouth drops open. She stares at him, unbelieving, for a few seconds. Then she laughs. She laughs right in his face, hard and forced and full of irony. “I don’t know what it’s like to have to fight for control?” She asks him rhetorically. “Me?” She shakes her head. “There’s your one redeeming quality, Dunbar: you’re funny.”

         Liam’s practically shaking. Man, that’s kind of hot – if you’re into the near-exploding-werewolf thing, I guess. “I’m serious, Y/N! You have no idea-”

         “You don’t know anything about me!” Y/N fires back, feeling a small wave of rage wash over her. No, this is bad. I need to stay in control.

         “You know what? You’re right! I don’t know anything about you.” He crosses his arms over his chest, highlighting the strong muscles in his thick forearms. “So why don’t you clear something up for me: why are you in the pack?”

         Silence once again, but this is a different kind. Tense. Dangerous. Ominous. Tension radiates off everyone. All eyes are on Y/N. They don’t know what to do or when to step in.

Stiles is edging around the far end of the table, slowly making his way to his best friend. He knows. He’s seen what happens. He doesn’t want to lose her. Not again.

         Liam doesn’t know, though. He’s oblivious to the fine line he’s teetering on. “What? Don’t have anything to say now? Don’t have all the answers? You usually do.” His sarcasm is thick and biting.

         Stiles is next to Y/N now. The strain of the internal conflict she’s currently battling out is clear on her face. He watches as she bites her lips, clenching her hands into fists. She needs to be strong enough to resist. She can’t let Her have control.

         “Y/N?” Stiles asks. “Are you still with me?”

         She gives him a rigid nod. She doesn’t dare open her mouth. The temptation is too strong; she can’t risk summoning Her. Stiles knows this. He’s experienced a similar fight with the Nogitsune. He knows how hard this is for her.

         Stiles cautiously tears his eyes from his struggling best friend to look at the enraged, slightly confused Liam. He grimaces. How the hell am I supposed to make this kid understand? “Liam-”

         “No! I deserve to know! I’m part of the pack now too!” His arms angrily fly out. Stiles moves back instinctively before stepping back to his position by Y/N’s side. “Tell me! Why are you a part of the pack? For all I know, you’re just some bossy human who thinks that her shit doesn’t stink-”

         “Shut up.” Malia hisses, eyes darting back and forth between Liam and Y/N. Stiles gives her an appreciative look. Everyone seems shell-shocked right now. I guess nobody knew that Y/N hasn’t dropped the bomb on Liam yet.

         He listens to her take slow, deep breaths. Good, that’s good. Keep doing that, Y/N. He reaches down to take her small hand in his.

         Liam doesn’t listen to his friends’ warnings. Freakin’ moron. His voice gradually rises as he tries to coax an answer out of her. “Why are you in the pack? You don’t do anything useful. In the time I’ve been here, all you’ve done is bitch at me.”

         “That’s enough.” Kira says, reaching out to touch Liam’s arm but he pulls away. He squares up to Y/N, moving into her line of sight every time she turns her head.

         “Hey, dude, back off.” Stiles says, fighting to keep calm as he tries to push Liam back by his shoulders. The Beta doesn’t budge.

         “Talk!” Liam snaps. “You can’t just shut down when you don’t want to answer something!”

         Derek’s hand comes down on the Beta’s shoulder and yanks him away. Finally. Get him away from her. Far away. Like Dagobah-far. That would be good.

“Back up.” He warns, stepping in front of Y/N and Stiles. Liam is impulsive, but not enough so that he would try and go up against Derek. He sharply exhales through his nose, glaring.

They all stand in silence for a few moments, holding their breath. They’re waiting for the first sign that Y/N is no longer Y/N, that She is here, that they’re going to have to fight Y/N’s body while it’s coursing with foreign powers.

         “Y/N?” Scott hesitantly calls, hands raised as if in surrender. “Hey, Y/N, you still there?”

         Slowly, she manages a nod.

         “You good?”

         Another nod, though this one is even slower and slightly unsure.

         Stiles lets out a breath of relief, immediately reeling her in for a hug. Thank God. His hands rub soothingly up and down her back.  

         “What the hell was that?”

         Everyone turns to look at Liam, who seems ready to combust at any given moment.

         Scott and Derek make eye contact. Then Derek’s got his hand set on the Beta’s shoulder, practically dragging him out of the room. Aw, man. He’s gonna kill him. Stiles casts a quick glance down at Y/N. “You okay?” He asks softly, pulling back to look in her eyes as he gently rubs her biceps.

         She nods. Just as he knows her too well, Y/N knows Stiles pretty damn well too. “I’m fine. Go.” She inclines her head towards the door. He gives her the once-over one more time before dashing out of the room.

Derek shoves Liam down the front porch steps as he slams the door behind him. “What were you thinking?” He demands, coming toward the Beta in three large, furious steps. “You could’ve gotten us all killed.”

Liam glowers at the man in front of him, holding his ground as he’s advanced upon. What the hell is this guy talking about?

         “Whoa, whoa, Derek, easy.” Stiles slips himself between the two werewolves just in time. “Hey, man, look – he doesn’t know.”

         “Well he needs to know so he doesn’t do something that stupid again.”

         “Hey, no, I agree whole-heartedly. One hundred percent. But Scott says it’s up to Y/N to tell him. And she really, really doesn’t want to tell him.”

         “Too bad. She needs to tell him before-”

         “Tell me what?” Liam huffs. The two males turn to face the confused, angry Beta. His head is pounding like it’s about to blow up. He probably should’ve taken his I.E.D. meds this morning. But, of course, he forgot.

When Liam doesn’t get an immediate answer, he presses on. He’s got more questions. Surely someone can explain something to him before he goes out of his mind with anger. “Why do you guys always protect her? You act like she’s so dangerous. She’s just a little girl!”

         Derek shakes his head firmly. “She’s more than that.”

         Liam rolls his eyes. He would say something like that. “Yeah, yeah, she’s a valued member of the pack. That’s not what I was talking about. She’s a human. I’m a werewolf. But you guys always act like if she and I were to fight, she would tear me to shreds.”

         Stiles snorts. “Something like that.” Derek gives him a look that seems to affect him as though it were a physical blow, because Stiles flinches. “Or not.”

         “Would you just tell me what’s going on?” Liam looks back and forth between the two of them, arms crossed once again. “Why doesn’t she like me?” That’s what I really want to know.

         “We can’t tell you what’s going on.” Derek says. “And we don’t know why she doesn’t like you, either.”

         “Actually, we do.” Stiles looks like he regrets his words as soon as he’s said them.

         “We do?” Derek asks, furrowing his eyebrows and looking at him. Stiles inclines his head slightly, and Derek’s eyebrows raise. “Oh.” He turns back to Liam. “We do. But we’re not telling you that either.”

         Liam throws his arms out and lets them harshly smack back down at his sides. “Unbelievable.” He shakes his head. “I’m going home.”

         “Good.” Derek uncrosses his arms. “We can keep the pin in the grenade for a little while longer.”

FROM: Stiles

SENT 8:45 PM

you really need to tell him


TO: Stiles

SENT 8:45 PM

tell who what?


FROM: Stiles

SENT 8:46 PM

don’t play stupid, y/n. you know exactly what i’m talking about


FROM: Stiles

SENT 8:54 PM

don’t ignore me. you know i’m right


FROM: Stiles

SENT 8:57 PM

you saw what happened today. c’mon, you have to admit that i’m right about this


FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:02 PM

ok seriously what’s the worst that could happen?


TO: Stiles

SENT 9:02 PM

the world could end


FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:03 PM

ok smartass, that’s not what i meant


TO: Stiles

SENT 9:03 PM



FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:03 PM



TO: Stiles

SENT 9:04 PM

so what?


FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:05 PM

are you gonna tell him or what?


TO: Stiles

SENT 9:08 PM



FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:09 PM

ok seriously???


TO: Stiles

SENT 9:10 PM

what do you want me to say?


FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:11 PM

at least that you’ll think about it


TO: Stiles

SENT 9:15 PM

fine. but no promises


FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:15 PM

thank you


FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:16 PM

ik i’m pushing you


FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:16 PM

i just don’t want to lose my best friend again


TO: Stiles

SENT 9:18 PM

ik. believe me. after the whole nogitsune thing…


FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:20 PM

that was scary as shit. to see it influence you like that… and then for you to go all enchantress…


TO: Stiles

SENT 9:23 PM



FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:24 PM

so yeah, just think about it


TO: Stiles

SENT 9:27 PM

i already said that i would. i can’t promise much more than that


FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:28 PM

what’s holding you back?


TO: Stiles

SENT 9:39 PM

idk. i’m going to sleep. night


FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:40 PM



FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:43

you are such a liar


FROM: Stiles

SENT 9:57 PM

you never go to bed before 11


FROM: Stiles

SENT 10:06 PM

if this is because you’re worried that it will change the way he looks at you or whatever, then forget it. it’s not going to make him think you’re bad


FROM: Stiles

SENT 10:06 PM

if anything it could help him get to know you and understand you


FROM: Stiles

SENT 10:07 PM

i mean that’s what normal people do when they like someone. get to know them. but hey none of us are exactly normal so by all means keep teasing the shit out of him and making him think you hate him


FROM: Stiles

SENT 10:08 PM

or if this is you trying to protect him or something… the guy’s a freaking werewolf. he’ll be fine.


TO: Stiles

SENT 10:09 PM

i said goodnight, stiles. if you don’t stop texting me i’m going to block your number


FROM: Stiles

SENT 10:10 PM



FROM: Stiles

SENT 10:10 PM

if you need anything, call me


TO: Stiles

SENT 10:12 PM

likewise, amigo


FROM: Stiles

SENT 10:13 PM

i mean it


FROM: Stiles

SENT 10:14 PM

now go to bed. you need some sleep so you won’t be so crabby tomorrow


FROM: Stiles

SENT 10:17 PM

i mean it though. anything at all


FROM: Stiles

SENT 10:21 PM

aaaaaand you’re probably already asleep


FROM: Stiles

SENT 10:37 PM

sweet dreams, y/n

part ii

Originally posted by spirkology

Prompt:  Can you please do a request where you’re Jims ex-1st officer, and you’re now captain of a new ship? But you and Jim are still dating and the whole crew loves you.. and then something happens to your ship and when they rescue you, (and your crew? Or they can be dead Idc) Jim purposes… ??? Thanks a ton!
Word Count: 1726
NaNoWriMo Word Count: 13,865/50,000
Author’s Note:

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I’m now starting to get the impression some people in the overwatch fandom legit think women can only have smooth skin right up to the age of 29 like the minute they hit 30 POOF they become crones a la the anime grandma trope. like you guys know Beyonce is 35? Kira knightly is 31? Not to mention plastic surgery exists and would be MY first port of call after changing my identity.

And if you wanna say “she doesn’t ACT 30” well how does a person act 30 should sombra be making healthy snacks and updating her Pinterest boards or something?

If ya want to see a little less Pixar face on the ow ladies then that’s legit, I agree with you, but stop phrasing it like “sombra’s too pretty to be that old!” bc that’s just downright offensive.

Worst Birthday Surprise Ever

You stood in front of the Salvatore boarding house for the first time in 70 years. Remembering what happened last time you were here brought shivers and you pushed those thoughts out of you mind. You didn’t drive all the way from the French Quarter just to be stopped by old memories. 

 After using the heavy vintage knocker on the door you could hear foot steps coming down the stairs. When the door opened you were surprised to see that it wasn’t Damon or his little brother but a tall slender blonde. 

 "Hi I’m looking for Damon Salvatore?“ On your way in you noticed how strange all the people in the town were but payed no mind to it because you really excited to surprise Damon for his birthday. 

"Hey Mary Louise this little toy is looking for Damon.” I was starting to question whether or not to run. 

“Well don’t make her stay out there Valerie.” I grabbed my small bag and walked inside. Very little had changed inside. 

“Oh dear did we forget to mention Damon doesn’t live here anymore?” You felt the power of a strong witch start to give you a brain aneurysm. “But I think we have a room for you in the basement.” That was the last thing you heard before you fell unconscious on the hard wood floors. 

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I Chose You... - 7 (James T. Kirk/Reader)

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six

Originally posted by treksource

“Aye yi yi yi yi…” Kirk glanced to the left at Chekov staring at the torpedo.

“I hate you…” He looked to right at Bones staring at his own torpedo.

“Guys…come on we’re gonna be fine.” Kirk told them as he zipped up his jacket, “We have drop suits, oxygen, and our supplies are all ready loaded.”

“I hate you.” Bones repeated again shaking his head.

“Gentlemen if you’ll board your vessel we can get you under way.” Scottie smirked at them all. As they started to get in, “Now, you’ll have some control over the drop as we’re  dropping you into the atmosphere.”

“What?” Bones stopped strapping himself inside, “Jim, you never said anything…”

“Cause you would’ve said no…this just…made it easier…” Kirk mumbled as Scottie continued.

“This unit has also been equipped with a chute. I do suggest releasing it, though it will cause some drift.” Scottie finished, “Any questions?”

“These things aren’t live, are they?” Bones swallowed as he finished locking himself in.

“Only yours.” Scottie smirked at him as he closed the lid. He stepped back to the console putting in the calculations that he and Chekov had worked on. He looked up to the captain giving him a thumbs up only to receive a nod.

Kirk felt like the whole process was wrong. Instead of the normal fuzzy feeling he got when teleporting, it was cold and harsh as he could see out the small view window. Instead of the solid feeling of structure, it was falling.

After the disorientation subsided he gained control correcting his decent enough to release the chute. The remaining part of the journey was not pleasant or smooth. He could barely make out anything as the torpedo shell bounced and crashed against hard objects in the twilight.

He groaned as he started unlatching the hatch, “Yeah…hindsight…not a good idea…”

 He dropped out with a grunt and reached back in dislodging his supply bag. Already he was feeling the lack of oxygen Spock had mentioned. He tried to take long slow breaths as he reached into bag for the mask. He strapped it on instantly feeling more air coming to him. 

There was a cracking noise behind him that made his hair stand on end. Whipping around quickly he raised his phaser. Where ever he was it was dark. He felt like he was in a forest but there was this eerie green glow from the structures.

He swallowed sweeping the horizon slowly making a circle. It could’ve just been local wildlife…he wasn’t willing to risk it. 

He stopped when he saw the movement…His eye twitched as he strained to see what it was. More cracking noises as the movement became more rapid, “My name is James Kirk! I’m here to find someone you took…do you understand?”

“Vaso nock’ ishnofganocknay emsabe sabe’ yoshrobo.” The voice was deep getting a swallow from Kirk.

“I would like to not fight, but I will.” Kirk could see them starting to emerge more. Just like the ship, shadow figures in the dark.

“Lay gado sabelay ishdosaabe, Suri.” Another voice from behind.

Kirk swiveled on his feet the other direction cursing, “I will shoot!”

“Emsabe’ naysabe nayrobo saabe vaso nay?” Great…a third.

“This is your final warning!” Kirk shouted at them swiveling back and forth between targets. Whatever this species of people were…they were big…and tall…6 feet at least maybe 7.

“James!” Pause.

He spun around looking for the voice in the dark. Crunching of feet…short intervals… your gate…it had to be…

“James!” Out of the darkness you came running toward him past the giants.

You smacked into him with a force that would move galaxies. Feeling your arms wrap around him, his defenses drop, “I’m here…are you okay?”

Feeling his arms enclose around you, you nodded, “I’m just glad you’re here.”

“Are…a…these…” He licked his lips as the towering figures glaring down at him, “you’re new boyfriends?”

You looked back at them raising your hand up to them, “Uh…please…Bregon…please uh…”

“Do ga vaso?” The biggest of the three pointed at Kirk.

“Yes…” You nodded at him then looked at Kirk. You reached down quickly taking his hand putting it over your heart and took his other putting it over his, “Layro…layro.”

Kirk watched as the three seemed to relax. The one started to talk again rapidly pointing up at the sky, “Are we good?”

“Yeah…” You looked at him then at the phaser, “You can put that away. They’re not going to hurt us.”

“You sure? Biggie looks kinda mean.” Kirk glanced back at the one ordering the other two around.

“That’s Bregon…he’s…tense.” You told him staring at the trio, “Did more people come with you? I saw three chutes.”

“Yes.” He nodded, “Chekov and Bones.”

“Right…Just…give me a minute.” You stepped toward this Bregon getting his attention. He knelt down looking at you as you obviously struggled to convey that two members of your crew were still out there. After a moment he nodded slowly before standing going to the others.

You walked back over to Kirk, “Are you okay? I’m sure the ride down was not gentle.”

“I’ve…had better rides.” He smiled looking down at you, “But I’ve definitely had worse too.”

“You’re bleeding…” You reached up to his head.

“I’ll be okay…When we join up with Bones, I’ll have him take a look…” He reassured you.

You smiled a little letting your fingers touch his mask, “You were able to get enough of a reading to get oxygen levels…”

“Yeah, we tried hailing too…but…” He looked at you seeing that you already knew you couldn’t be reached, “Y/N…what’s going on?”

“It’s a long story…and we should get back to the city before I explain.” That’s when he noticed how tired you look. The dark circles under your eyes, the trying to remain happy when you were stressed.  The second week he was seeing you, you got like this. You almost broke up with him.

“Y/N…” He put his hands on your face concerned.

You smiled at him leaning into one of his palms, “I’m okay…I promise I will tell you everything.”

“Just…you trust these people?” He asked as the two took off into the dark.

“Yes. Yes I do.” You told him as Bregon walked you, “They just need help, but don’t know how to ask.”

“Y/N…” Bregon looked down at you then glanced at Kirk.

“This next part … “ You looked at Kirk an amused look on your face, “you’re not going to like.”