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Title: Handsome Headache
Character: Steve Harrington
A/n: Hi, I’m not dead. This isn’t that great because I still haven’t watched season two but i miss writing for ST.

Your brows scrunched together as you were abruptly pulled out of your sleep by the loud clap of thunder rolling about outside. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, squinting ever so at the newfound light that surrounded you until you gathered were you were. Your chin was proped up in your hand, and you realized you must have fallen asleep while drawing.

Pencils and watercolor tubes were littered around your bed, and your drawing pad was still placed carefully on your lap.

You didn’t realize how tired you were until a deep yawn emitted from you and the gentle patter of the harsh rain seemed to lull you back into sleep.

Or so you would’ve, had you not heard the district rhythmic tapping on your window. You turned towards the sound, and all but screamed when you saw a hooded figure peering into your room.

You were fully prepared to start gathering various heavy objects to chuck at the intruder, when the person lifted their hood and you saw the alarmed look that was Steve Harrington.

The familiar face did nothing to soothe your pounding heartrate, but let out a long sigh and pushed back your hair with your hands before walking over to the window to unlatch it.

Steve watched your hands as they pushed up the window and aggressively yanked him inside, grateful for the heated air that hit his chilly skin.

You flinched slightly as the rain instantly began to infiltrate your face and room, quickly slamming the window shut when your friend was tucked away inside.

You slowly turned back to him and landed a painful punch to his arm.

“Jesus!” Steve cried, hand instantly coming up to cradle the pulsing pain in his arm. “What the hell was that!”

“Don’t give me that!” You glared, even though a small smirk was slowly forming in your face. “What kind of reaction were you expecting when you just decided to stroll up to my bedroom window in the middle of the night dressed like some axe murderer!”

Steve looked down at his attire and realized that it might have looked a bit terrifying, considering you were asleep when he first saw you.

“Yeah, that’s fair,” He groaned, letting out a puff of air as his arm began to throb. “Where the hell did you learn to hit like that?”

You shook your head and laughed. “That’s for me to know and you to hopefully never be on the end of again.”

“I’ll say.” Steve commented, going to sit down on your bed before your hands rushed out to stop him.

“Don’t do that! You’re soaked!” You scolded, trying not to laugh at the way his usually poofy hair clung to his head. “What are you even doing here?” You quickly began to pull the coat away from his body, not wanting the water to seep into his clothes and make him get sick.

Steve took full notice to this, but just willingly complied to make your task easier.

You sighed, coming to the realization that the rain had soaked through his coat and into his clothes, leaving them damp and the skin cool
in their wake.

“Well, that’s not going to do, is it.” You said to yourself, lifting up the coat with a frown.

“What isn’t it?” He asked, not knowing how to read the expression on your face.

You tossed it onto a chair, turning back to him. “You’re lucky I love you, Steve Harrington.”

A dorky grin broke out on his face as he leaned closer to you, wrapping his arms around you. “Really? Do you mean that?” He cooed into your ear.

You elbowed him gently once you remembered his clothes were wet. “No, but stay here till I find something for to change into. My brother will hardly notice a shirt go missing,” You said, turning back to him before leaving the room. “Stay put, don’t set anything on fire.”

You heard Steve’s boisterous chuckle as you stepped into the hallway.

It didn’t take long for you to return with a stack of clothes swaddled together, but when you came back into the room, Steve was just about to poke around in your drawing book.

You quickly walked up to him, shoving the clothes into his chest and snatching the book from his grasp in one, graceful movement. “Who said you could snoop around my things?”

Steve’s eyes lit up at the newfound challenge, and he slowly walked towards you. “Why so secretive? What is it?”

“None of your business, that’s what it is.” You said, bringing it close to your chest.

Steve was a lot stronger than a lot of people might initially think when looking at him, in an instant, his arms were around your waist and he hoisted you into the air.

“Steve!” You shouted, letting the sketchbook fall out of your grasp and onto the ground in your shock.

“Aha!” He shouted triumphantly, carefully dropping you on your bed before diving after it.

What happened next was a series of you kicking the book farther away from him and Steve doing everything in his power to steal it back from you.

This went on until you suddenly dropped onto your side, panting heavily as you shot a glare into his direction. “You are such a pain in the ass.” You mumbled once he finally had it in his hands.

“Aw come on, don’t be like that just because I won.” He cooed, though his face dropped slightly when you simply turned away from him, refusing to give anymore of your attention.

And because Steve is an absolute child, this didn’t sit well with him.

“(Y/n)! Don’t be mad at me!” He cried as he draped himself across you.

You weren’t that mad, but it was nice to mess with him, so you remained ever silent.

Steve looked down at your book and meekly reached over your shoulder to place it in your eyesight, then he pressed a short kiss into the sleeve of your shirt. “I’m sorry.”

That was it, you broke into a fit of deep chuckles before running one hand through his stil wet hair. “Get over here.”

Steve carefully crawled over and brought you closer to him the instant his back hit your carpet.

“It’s just a stupid sketchbook.” You explained, flipping back the front of the cover and holding it up in the air so you could both gaze upon the pages.

And so, you two spent some time looking over what pages you had finished, giving brief descriptions at what you were looking at and when you had made it.

Steve’s head was tilted onto yours, and his arms still held you tightly as the rain continued to pour outside.

“Why didn’t you want me to see before? These are really good.” He said quietly, not wanting to disrupt the peace.

“I dunno, I always feel weird about it.”

“Well, I think they’re great.”

You looked up at him and smiled tenderly. “Thanks, Steve.”

He returned the smile, and leant down to kiss your forehead, letting his lips linger on your warm skin before finally drawing you closer still, and closing his eyes.

The sudden fatigue from you earlier fight and the rhythmic rain pattering quickly lulled you both into a deep sleep for the night.

Entry #36

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Imagine Stiles and the Nogitsune living like twins

“So what’s the plan for today, brother?” the homicidal fox spirit asked.

“Oh God, please don’t call me that,” Stiles insisted.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“School. It’s where teenagers are most of the week.”

“Sounds exciting.”

“Try to stay out of trouble, okay?”

“No promises.”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re going to be the death of me? Again.”

What alias would our charming little devil live under? Nogitsune is more like a title than a name since we tend to put a “The” in front of it. Reblog or reply with your name ideas.

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The Good Doctor One-Shot
Part II of the Apple

Synopsis: Melendez and his team get word that one of their own has been critically injured. Meanwhile, Shaun comes to terms with the events leading up to the shooting and desperately wants to help.

You can read Part I here

  “Alright, got it. Thanks.” Melendez shook his head and hanged up the phone. He could not believe what he had just heard. He turned to his two residences on call; Claire and Jared.

  “Someone coming in?” Claire asked. Excitement and a bit of fear were all evident in her voice.

  Melendez sighed. And then, as if he was pulling off a band-aid, he told them. “It’s Arden. Paramedics are bringing her in.”

  “Nurse. Arden?” Jared said each word like it was its own sentence, clearly in disbelief. “How can that be? She was fine yesterday?”

  “I don’t have a lot of info. EMS just said there was an altercation. She was shot. And she’s in critical condition,” Melendez did his best to sound as professional as possible and not let his personal judgements get in the way. In truth, he had learned to like the young surgical nurse that began working for him 6 months ago.

  “I need you guys to focus. I know Arden is a friend, but we need to treat this like any other patient,” Melendez’s remarks were just as much for him as they were for his doctors.

  “Guys,” Jared said, “I just got a text from the paramedics. Apparently, Shaun was there too.”

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Imagine being Lynn’s girlfriend around Christmas time and going out in the snow and seeing her cute little self with her face all rosy and snow in her hair and holding her hands trying to keep them warm then going back in the house and making cookies

S8E5- The Good Earth

JJ looked back into the bullpen as Penelope walked Henry back to the car. “You coming, Spence?”

With no small amount of enthusiasm, the young agent bounded towards the mother, looking forward to the night’s trick-or-treating.

anonymous asked:

Superhero prompt dialogue #10 Ned to Tony when Peter does something dumb and they have to go save him

Thank you~! From #10 of this prompt. No angst on this one either, like ??? @ me what are you doing??


“Is that the bone? I think I can see the bone! Oh my God! Oh my God! Is now a good time to mention the fact that I don’t do blood, or gore, or anything mildly disgusting?!“

Tony sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before stepping closer to Ned. The poor kid looked like he was about to have a panic attack, his eyes wide and mouth ajar in surprise and fear. He’d also gone pale too, which was never a good sign around gory bits.

“Ok, Ned, you’re great, really,” he said, clasping the kid by both shoulders and forcing him to look at Tony rather than at the blood and gore surrounding them. “Like, a ten-out-of-ten friend, honestly, you know I think you’re great.”

“Uh, thanks-?”

“But you need to chill,” Tony interrupted. He squeezed the kid’s shoulders and the kid nodded quickly, although it looked like what Tony was saying was going in one ear and out the other. “Like, chill a lot. I know this is probably really scary for you, but freaking out isn’t going to help find Peter any quicker. He needs our help because knowing him he’s probably lying in a ditch bleeding out somewhere, but if we work together, we’ll be able to find him a lot faster.”

Ned’s eyes went wide. “You need my help?”

“Sure,” Tony agreed, nodding through the lie. Ned could be helpful, yes, because the kid was smart and, like he’d said, one hell of a friend, but Tony could figure out where Peter was on his own. That being said, a Ned that was freaking out about the dead people in the warehouse and potentially vomiting on evidence? Well, it would be easier for everyone if Tony distracted him with something menial. “I need your help. Just ignore those guys on the floor, there we go, and let’s get to work.”

“Ok,” gulped Ned.

As he followed Tony over to the nearby computer terminal, Tony congratulated himself on a distraction well done. Because that was bone and God knew what Pepper would do if she found out he’d unwittingly let the kid see that shit. And besides, Tony was not going to be cleaning up vomit, no matter what anyone else said. He’d done that enough in college, thanks.

Unresolved Tension (Neil Melendez)

Originally posted by lucyhhale

Request: Prompt: Dr. Melendez is always teasing/flirting the reader, he makes her 1st assist in every surgery just generally trying to get close to her creating all the sexual tension. Eventually they resolve their sexual tension accidentally after one heavy night out and a drunken night! Thanks x


“(Y/N), do you want to grab a drink tonight?” Neil asked you curiously as the two of your were scrubbing out of your last surgery for the evening, a flirty smile playing on his lips as he looked over to where you were washing your own hands.

“Sure, I just need to check on a few patients, then I’ll meet you down in the lobby,” you smiled with a shy blush, almost running into the door as Neil winked at you on his way out.

You quickly changed out of your scrubs and into the black dress you originally wore to the hospital that morning before you fixed your hair and headed down to the lobby to meet up with Neil.  You smiled at Neil as you entered the lobby, giving him a small wave as you watched him blatantly look you over before he grinned.

“You look gorgeous, lets get out of here,” Neil smiled as he led you out of the hospital to go to a bar a few blocks away, ordering for the both of you before he handed you the mixed drink you chose.

“So, I would’ve never pegged you for a rum kind of guy,” you teased with a nod to his glass before taking a sip of your own drink.

“Did you really expect me to be a beer drinker?” Neil teased as he nudged your hip with his own.

“Maybe a little bit,” you admitted with a laugh as you continued to sip at your drink.

Eventually, one drink turned into four and the two of you ended up stumbling into Neil’s apartment around midnight, hands roaming over each other between drunken kisses.  Tumbling into the bedroom, the two of you practically fell onto the bed as you made out, the clothes quickly coming off as the makeout session got heavier.

The two of you ended up falling asleep about an hour later and you didn’t wake up until you felt Neil kissing your neck early in the morning.

“Good morning gorgeous,” he whispered into your ear as you groggily opened your eyes, turning to gently kiss him on the lips with a smile.

“Good morning, I had a lot of fun last night.  We should do that again,” you hummed with a soft kiss as you nuzzled closer to his warm body, feeling him pull you tighter as you shivered.

“Definitely.  Do you think this means everyone will stop teasing us about finally going out on dates?” Neil asked curiously as he closed his eyes in content once more.

“I hope so, but I didn’t think we were counting drunken sex as a real first date,” you teased as you kissed Neil gently once more.

“Well, lets have a real first date then tonight.  Now, are you up for round two?” Neil questioned with another flirty grin.

I just think we should all agree that this comeback has been great for Namjoon’s hair

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IT but every time someone does or says something questionable richie looks into the camera like he’s on the office

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1.

“Lyndis, you look so cute I wanna pinch your cheek!”
“Lady Camilla… How do you even fight in this!?”

2.

“Thanks for combing my hair, Camilla! Now I’ll tie yours up like mine~”
“You’re as sweet as pie, Lyndis darling.”

Someone gave me the genius idea of their outfit swap and I just had to♥
They’re both very lovely ladies and I adore them.

We’ve talked a lot about the repeated deaths, but that’s not all that can happen in this kind of situation. What kind of injuries do you think the IPRE dealt with until the year was up and they were reset?

Magnus loses an arm. It’s an early cycle and he shouldn’t have had to make that kind of sacrifice, but he did it to help someone else and no one is really surprised. No one knows what to do - should they offer to help him with things? Would that be insulting? When Magnus comes far too close to losing his other arm in the same year, he learns to ask for help when he needs it.

Merle is too close to an explosion and loses his hearing. Lucretia offers him one of her notebooks, and it’s both a wonderful idea and a mistake because he uses it both to communicate and to leave notes all over the ship. They’re very dad-like notes, commanding various crew members to pick up this mess or go do some chore. When they try to argue Merle just shakes his head and motions helplessly at his ears, even though they are writing him a note in return. It’s not long afterwards that they reach a world that has sign language and everyone learns the basics. 

Lup has been burned, badly, but it takes a while before she lets anyone help her manage the pain because she doesn’t want to feel better when she can’t do that for Taako because he died in a fucking fire. It’s Barry who finally catches her with her guard down late one night, and he and Merle find a combination of cooling spells and herbs that make the pain (the physical pain) more bearable.

Davenport is blinded, and for a while he won’t accept any help. He’s the captain, he’ll figure it out on his own. He tries to pilot the ship with muscle memory and crashes it somewhere remote, and he just screams in frustration at losing the one thing he’s the best at, even if it’s only for a year. He’s quiet for a while, not interacting and going through the motions as well as he can, until Magnus wanders into the cockpit and asks what the big, red button is for. Davenport explains, more of the crew wander in, and he ends telling all of them about the ins and outs of their vessel. It’s a good day, and after that (both that year and after) he spends less time in the cockpit and more time with his family.

Lucretia can’t walk anymore, not easily and then not at all, so Magnus offers to give her piggyback rides everywhere she wants to go whenever she wants. Lup and Barry make her a chair (permanently levitating so that stairs aren’t an issue), but she finds she likes the company while exploring the new towns. She takes up Magnus’s offer more often than anyone expects her to.

A landslide that takes Lup catches Taako, too; he takes a serious blow to the head. When he wakes up he doesn’t speak, and doesn’t really look at anyone. But he listens to them, he can hear them, and eventually Lucretia picks up some journals and sits with him. At first she reads, but eventually she just shares interesting things that happened that day and gossip; even though his expression doesn’t change she can tell he’s enjoying the conversation from the way his ears flick around with as much movement as always. When the year is done they still gossip, but it’s never one-sided. (Except when it is, years and years later. Taako has a bad day and Lucretia offers to read to him, and he lets her. It’s a little sign that things are… better. Improving.)

One year there are days Barry hurts too much to walk on his own, and Lucretia’s chair makes a second appearance. Lup isn’t there, or Magnus or Merle, so the ship is quiet more often than not… until Taako and Barry go barreling down the hallway together clinging to the chair and targeting Davenport of Lucretia. It shouldn’t be funny but it is - one light and fun moment during a particularly bad cycle.

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Omakee

*Hide and seek ver. where Hiders have to scare as many seekers without getting caught in order to win

Time to eat.





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