grass bench

i think i’d look good with you

THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING A REDDIE THING? SO IT’S BAD. @trashmoutheds INSPIRED ME SO YEAH.

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It was around 1pm when The Losers were walking down the sidewalk, all with ice cream in hand. They had planned to hang out in a new area that Bill and Bev had found while exploring last Sunday. Eddie let out a long sigh, wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.

He looked at Bill, who was beside him. “So, where’s this new place at? We’ve been walking for at least five minutes now.” Eddie groaned. Bill and Beverly looked at each other with a smile.

“Right. It’s not too far now, Eddie. About two minutes.” Beverly reassured. Bill nodded in agreement. Eddie sighs again, taking a bite from his ice cream cone. Richie looks at him questioningly, draping his arm around Eddie’s shoulder.

“Hey'a, Eds. You good?” Richie smiles. Eddie looks at him, his face reddening. “Get off me, Tozier! It’s too hot. And don’t call me Eds.” Eddie huffs. He looked down at his half-eaten cone, and Richie just chuckled.

“Well, yeah, of course it’s hot. I’m right here!” Richie says, wiggling his eyebrows. Richie turned to Stan, who was next to him, for a high five. Stan rolls his eyes, ignoring the gesture. “Lame.” He mumbles.

“G-Guys. We’re h-here.” Bill stuttered out, stepping closer to the tree that was surrounded by different mushrooms and flowers. There was an old bench-table on the opposite side of the tree. Eddie’s eyes moved to the flowing river a few feet away from the bench-table, his eyes gleaming. He gaped at the sight, a bit shocked it had looked this nice.

Though, one question came to mind: Was someone other than them already here?

As though reading his mind, Beverly said, “It was pretty much covered in trash, so Bill and I picked it all up. Looks nice, right?” Everyone nodded and either sat in the grass or on the bench. Eddie preferred to sit in the grass, it had felt cooler and he didn’t even want to think about how many people could have sat on that bench before them. He relaxed in the cooling shade, Richie sitting next to him, picking at the grass before coming across a dandelion.

“Hey, Eds.” Richie looked at him, smirking. Eddie waited for whatever joke was coming, letting out a sigh before saying, “What is it, Richie? And I told you, don’t call me Eds!”

“If you were a flower,” Richie began, picking the small dandelion from the ground. “you’d be a damnnn-delion.” He finished, winking. Eddie froze, his face becoming red for the second time today. Not expecting the pick-up line, he grabbed his inhaler from the fanny pack around his waist and brought it to his mouth.

He breathed for a moment, looking over at Richie. “That was so fucking corny.

Richie nodded, a large grin remained on his face. “But you liked it.” Eddie scoffed, smacked him jokingly in the arm, rolling his eyes. “You wish, Trashmouth.” Eddie’s eyes trailed down to the dandelion in Richie’s hands, smiling to himself.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence between all of the Losers, Eddie turned to Richie. “I don’t like you.” He said quietly, both of them looking at each other.

The rest of the losers sat down where they were sitting, forming a small circle. “I’m bored. Lets play a game.” Mike said, leaning back against the tree.

“Truth or Dare?” Beverly suggested. Everyone looked at each other before shrugging. “Who’s asking first?“ Richie asked, looking around the small circle of friends.

"Bill?” Stan said in a questioning tone, and everyone agreed.

“B-Ben. T-Truth or d-dare?” Bill asked.

“Truth.”

“When d-did you get into p-poetry?”

Ben thought for a moment. “The first time I read Edgar Allen Poe.”

Bill nodded, waiting for Ben to pick the next person. This went on for a while, before it got to Beverly. “Richie. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” Richie said, having used his limit of dares earlier.

“Who do you think you’d look good with?”

Richie had decided to keep the first name to pop into his head, and replace it with a ‘your mom’ comeback.

Everyone chuckled, typical Trashmouth Tozier.

The Losers’ continued to play until they got bored with the over-played game, and decided to just hang out. It was beginning to get dark when Eddie checked his small watch on his wrist, one that Richie had given him a few years ago for his birthday. It wasn’t much, but Eddie personally loved it.

“I have to go home.” He said, getting up. As expected, the rest of his friends got up, and Richie went right beside Eddie.

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Richie and Eddie were by themselves on their way back. Everyone had gone in their own directions. It was just small talk between the two. Normal things like school, random conversations they’ve previously had with the rest of the Losers, and back to the Truth or Dare question that Richie had gotten.

“Who do you think you’d look good with?”

“So, who do you really think you’d look good with? Like, honestly?” Eddie asked. The question was eating him up, he needed to know who. Richie looked at Eddie and thought for a moment, debating if he wanted to risk what close friendship they already shared.

Richie took a deep breath before he stopped walking, which made Eddie concerned. “What is it, Richie?” He asked, turning around to face Richie, so he was right in front of him.

Richie hesitated before taking Eddie’s hand in his, and looking at him with a nervous, but still very Richie-like smile. “I think I’d be good with you, Eds. I really do. Honestly.”

Eddie’s cheeks flushed in surprise, unable to prevent a smile to form on his face. “Me too, Richie.”  Richie grinned, and at the same time gave Eddie a questioning look, glancing towards his lips.

Eddie’s face was overwhelmed with heat, his heart fluttering. He nodded, stepping closer to the taller boy. Richie leaned down enough for his chapped lips to lightly touch Eddie’s soft ones. After a second, Eddie smiled at Richie, both of their hands still connected. Richie took this moment to give a quick kiss to Eddie’s forehead, both of them still overwhelmed with joy.

“Your mom is gonna be jealous as fuck, Eds.” Richie joked.

Eddie rolled his eyes, smiling. “Shut up, don’t call me Eds. Now take me home before my mom freaks out, Tozier.”

Eyes│a.i

Originally posted by kassipayette

i’m like 110%  sure i’ve used that gif before but whatever - also this is rly good like read it you won’t regret it lmao, i’m begging 

Series: Paid to be Popular - The Purpose of Love - Bittersweet Generation

Requested: no, but i had a convo w @calumofficials a very long time ago about college!ashton lmao

Pairing: Art major!Ashton x Y/N

Description: When Y/N looks over the cute and curly-haired art major’s shoulder, she realises who he has been drawing for a long period of time; her.

It had become a normal thing for Ashton just to sit outside on the grass with a sandwich by his side and his sketchbook in his lap as he leant up against that one bench and then he would just draw whatever or whoever crossed his road. Sometimes it would be a gloomy flower in front of him, other times it would be scenarios or a person with a crazy hairdo just walking past. This had become a habit. After lunch, he would just sit down on the grass, not on the bench, but on the grass. Normally, he would take his lunch with him, maybe even some music occasionally. Drawing everything that he could think of.

This day was no different. He sat with his brown, round glasses on the bridge of his nose, the curls laying perfectly messy on his head, and his tongue sticking out as he focused on the current drawing. A girl. The girl he had slowly become more attracted to. He didn’t know her. All he knew was that after lunch she would be sitting with her friends on the lawn, the exact same time Ashton was.

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fairy-hoe-tail  asked:

What about some nalu modern au where Lucy is a cop and one day Natsu comes in to the police station to get arrested for setting fire to something and then LOVE

This is a great one-shot!  I hope you like it- I switched Lucy to being a detective, I hope that’s okay!

T for language!


“Who’s Gajeel got this time, Lev?” Lucy questioned her friend, who was stuck doing office work for the time being.  The little blue haired woman rubbed her growing stomach absentmindedly, and shifted her light brown gaze to Lucy’s.

“You won’t believe this one; it’s some arsonist with pink hair.” Levy snickered as the door was roughly shoved open and a tall police officer, with a mane of long and wild black hair, stepping in dragging along said suspect.

“All yours, Lucy.” Gajeel stated gruffly, his pierced brows knit together in a permanent scowl.  Levy smiled fondly at her husband; Lucy would never understand how someone like Levy, the complete opposite of Gajeel, who was brash and gruff, ended up with the guy.  Not that she was unhappy or disliked Gajeel, in fact, she adored the two.  She was so happy to learn that their little family was growing and Levy was set to have twins to which Levy had asked Lucy to be their godmother.  Lucy, of course, accepted the offer enthusiastically and was eagerly awaiting the moment she could meet her godchildren.  

Gajeel absolutely adored Levy and loved her with all of his heart.  He used to be in a bad place, but after meeting Levy, his turned around real quick.  Levy introduced him to the force, and after much convincing, Makarov, chief detective, allowed him to go through the process of becoming an officer.  It took a long time before the old man allowed Gajeel to have a gun, but after seeing how much Levy trusted and cared for him, Makarov, in turn, did as well.

Gajeel muscled the, as promised, pink haired suspect into the interrogation room for Lucy.  She hadn’t caught his face, but she did hear his many complaints and protests before Gajeel slammed the door behind them.  Lucy sighed and shot a bored look at Levy.

“Hey, at least you get some action.  I’m stuck in here all day doing shitty paperwork.”  Levy pouted and Lucy sympathized with her very pregnant friend.

“Hey, you’ve got to protect the most important things in your life right now, right?”  Lucy reminded her softly and rubbed her shoulder.  Levy smiled down at her belly and nodded her head in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re right.  Alright, go get em’ for me, Lu!” Levy smiled and Lucy nodded her head in determination.

“You got it!”  Lucy raised her fist in determination and turned on her heel towards the interrogation room.  Inside the dimly lit room, Lucy could hear the pink haired guy and Gajeel bickering back and forth.

“I told you, ya better shut yer trap or I’m gonna whack you upside the head.” Gajeel growled and the guy, who was now strapped to the desk, yanked on his restraints.

“I already told ya, it was a mistake!  A mi-stake.  Should I spell it out for ya?  You don’t seem to bright!”  He snapped back and Gajeel was practically letting out a guttural growl by the time Lucy stepped in the room.  She was just in time to see Gajeel raising a threatening fist before she stopped him.

“Gajeel,”  She warned him, “I don’t think we support police brutality here at Magnolia Police Department, do we?”  Lucy tutted.  Gajeel had a bit of a temper and it seemed like their suspect was just as much of a hot-head as her friend.

“Tch.  Sorry.”

“Ha!” The pink haired guy laughed only to be cut short by a death glare from Gajeel.  Lucy sighed and stepped fully into the room; the guy’s back was to her so all she could see was Gajeel facing her and the guy’s mop of spiky pink hair.  His red flannel was burnt in various places- not very convincing for his pleas of innocence. 

“Alright Gajeel, I’ll call you if I need you, okay?”  

“Are you sure?  This one’s…” Gajeel finished his sentence with a disgusted snort, though Lucy heard the genuine concern behind his words.  Gajeel cared for Lucy as well; being Levy’s best friend, he always had a sort of older brotherly protection over Lucy.

“Yeah, I promise.”  Lucy smiled and Gajeel nodded.  Lucy knew he had been wanting to spend as much time with Levy as possible anyways.  “Alright then.”  Lucy started and strode over to the other side of the room to where she could see his face.  Her heels clacked intimidatingly across the floor, echoing around the mainly empty room.  “So, tell me what ha-ppend..?”  Lucy’s voice faltered a bit as she rounded the table and caught sight of the man in front of her.  He had a boyish charm to him, soft features, but a defined jaw.  His dark green eyes looked like they held something like anger, but it was more mischievous than that.  His full lips hung in something between a snarl and a smirk, and a septum ring, that Lucy would have thought she would not find attractive but did, hung fashionably from his nose.  Where his sleeves were burned, Lucy caught sight of his full sleeves of tattoos on both arms.  His flannel hung open a bit, where the buttons had been ripped or singed, showing off his defined chest.  He wasn’t too skinny or too bulky, he was lithe and strong looking, and Lucy, was quite simply, drooling over her suspect.

“Um…”  Lucy felt like an idiot stammering out her words; the guy quirked a brow at her and set an infuriatingly hot smirk on his lips.  “N-Natsu…  Dragneel?”  Lucy tried to steady her voice, reading off his name from the report Gajeel had left for her.

“Yup.” He answered her, folding his fingers together in front of him.  

“I’m detective Heartfilia.”  Lucy busied her gaze down at the manilla folder in her hands.  “It says you set yourself on fire and ran through South Gate Park, where you then set the grass, a bench, and a tree, before jumping into the park’s fountain…”  She shifted a curious gaze back at the sinfully attractive man across from her.  “And you plea innocence?”

“Before you continue, I mean, you could man handle me.  You know, go bad cop on me?  I’d rather have you do it than metal head in there.  So, if you need to, ya know, go ahead.”  Natsu leaned back in his chair and smirked.  Lucy glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Th-that is not going to happen, Mr. Dragneel!  Now, the matter at hand-”  Natsu snorted out a snicker and Lucy almost dropped her jaw on the table.  It wouldn’t be the first time that a culprit hadn’t taken her seriously.  The first thing they see is her well endowed chest, which she couldn’t help thank you very much, and her blonde hair and decently good looks, in her opinion, and just think she’s just some dumb bimbo.  It infuriated Lucy to no end and she would not stand for it.  “Listen here-!”

“You’re weird, you know that?”  He stated and sighed, attempting to cross his arms, but failing do to his restraints.

“Did you just call me ‘weird’?”  Lucy asked incredulously and Natsu sighed again.

“Yeah, I did.  First you give me a whole ‘elevator look’ and then you go all serious on me.  What do you want to do, make-out or arrest me?”  He grinned revealing white teeth with longer-than-usual canines.  Lucy gasped, her face flushing, and set a glare on his stupid pink hair, unable to look him in the eyes.  “I prefer the latter, but I suppose it’s up to you, eh?”

“Alright, that’s it!  Need I call Gajeel back in here?”  Lucy growled and slapped his file onto the metal tabletop.  “Start talking now or I’ll arrest you without getting your side!”

“Okay, okay.”  Natsu seemed to sober up a bit and Lucy tried to relax her breathing.  “It’s really not like the report says, I promise.”  He looked up at her sincerely and Lucy stared at him as intimidatingly as possible.  After a few moments of silence and Natsu twiddling his thumbs, he finally spoke up again.

“See, I’m an entertainer,”  He began and Lucy quirked an eyebrow at him.

“By setting out lovely park on fire?”

“No!  No, that’s the last thing I wanted to do.”  Natsu sighed and shook his head angrily.  “I’m a fire-breather, you know, you can rent me for parties and shit like that?”  Lucy’s brows shot up in surprise and Natsu shrugged.  “I need to make money somehow.  Anyways, I do my own shows and I had one in South Gate Park later today.  I was practicing just outside of the park where my friend, he’s kind of like my safety guy, was there with me.”  Natsu explained and Lucy nodded for him to continue.  

“Well, just as I was practicing one maneuver, that bastard Gray- he’s my friend-”

Sounds like he’s your friend.”  Lucy snorted at his choice of words, but gestured for him to continue.

“Gray, supposedly, accidentally knocked over one of my fuel cans.  I didn’t notice until after I lit my torch and went to start the trick.  There was fuel all around me, I got the lit torch too close to the ground, and ended up setting myself on fire.”  He scowled at the wall seeming as though he was a little embarrassed judging by his ears turning red.

“Okay…”

“Gray was too busy flirting with his girlfriend, apparently, to help me, so I did the next best thing.  I know it wasn’t the smartest thing, you know, civilians, but I ran through the park to the fountain.  I didn’t mean to set anything on fire, but by the time I was out, your dumbass officer out there was arresting me.  Who the fuck knows where Gray was.”  Natsu huffed and Lucy’s gaze softened a bit.  It sounded like the guy was just not having a good day.  “Now I miss out on money and I’ve been basically arrested.”

“Gajeel was just doing his job.”  Lucy pointed out slightly defensively, but then she sighed.  “But I do believe you.”  Lucy tried to tell herself that it wasn’t because she wanted to do ungodly things to Natsu, but she really did believe his story.

“Hey, Lucy?  There’s someone here about that idiot.”  Gajeel poked his head in and jabbed his thumb over his shoulder.  Natsu shot him a glare, but Gajeel ignored it.

“Sure, send them in.”  A few moments passed and in walked a dark haired man and a woman with long blue hair.  “Yes?”

“Oh, there you are you son of a bitch!”  Natsu sneered at the pair and Lucy could only guess that this was his friend.

“Ah, you must be Gray.”  Lucy greeted and the guy nodded his head swallowing hard.

“Y-yeah, sorry about all this.  I wasn’t paying attention and as much as I’d like to see this bastard be arrested, he really didn’t do anything wrong.”  Gray sighed and Lucy stifled a smile.

“See!  I fuckin’ told ya!  Ya damn bastard, can’t you and Juvia break it up for five minutes?”  The girl behind Gray, assumedly Juvia, blushed heavily and Gray scowled at Natsu.

“Mr. Dragneel, language please.”  Lucy sighed and Natsu clamped his mouth shut.  “Thank you for coming in, I have enough evidence to make a judgement.  You two can wait out in the office if you’d like.”  Gray and Juvia nodded and headed back out the door where Gajeel lead them away from the interrogation room.

“Can I get these shackles off now?  Geez, I’m not some scummy criminal.”  Natsu was pouting and Lucy thought he looked adorable.  She obliged and unclasped the handcuffs from around his wrists.  He rubbed them absentmindedly, and Lucy noticed that his skin had patches of red burn marks.  Without thinking, she passed a thumb over one of the marks and Natsu hissed out in pain.

“Sorry!”  Lucy squeaked out and Natsu relaxed once more.  “Sorry…  They just look painful.”

“I’m used to it,”  Natsu mumbled and Lucy had a suspicion that he was just trying to downplay it for her sake.  “I play with fire a lot.”  He snickered; a devilish smirk on his lips.

“O-okay.”  Lucy was back to her stammering, doe-eyed-school-girl self.  “U-um, yeah, I don’t see why you’d be guilty.”  Natsu stepped closer to her, around the table, and she realized that, while he wasn’t nearly as tall as Gajeel, he was about a head taller than herself.

“You’re still weird, ya know?”  He murmured and grinned.  “But Lucy’s a real pretty name.”  He smiled genuinely and Lucy blushed.

“Th-thank you…”  Lucy practically gulped and Natsu chuckled out a raspy laugh.  “H-hey, um, what time was your show supposed to be?”

“Seven o’clock, why?”  Natsu answered her questioningly and Lucy glanced at the clock.  It was five thirty and Lucy was pondering a crazy idea.

“Think you can be ready for your show if there’s a place nearby to get washed up and everything?”  Lucy asked quickly and Natsu nodded, still slightly confused.

“Yeah, I guess, but what place are you talking about?”

“O-oh, just my apartment…”  Lucy practically whispered out and Natsu took a moment to deliberate, and then a shit eating grin spread across his face.  “O-only because I’m curious about your show!”  Lucy frowned at the ground and Natsu laughed.

“Oh, you want to come?  Even better!”  Natsu exclaimed and Lucy blushed furiously.  

“Well, let’s get going then.”  Lucy ordered.  “Or do I need to cuff you to get you moving?”

“We can only use handcuffs if you ask nicely.”  Natsu winked down at her and Lucy fought the urge to, again, drop her jaw in astonishment.

“Th-that’s not- y-you..!”  Lucy stammered and Natsu practically cackled as he walked about the door.

“I have my uniform in my truck, lemme grab it and we can go!”  Natsu stated and dashed out of the police office.  Lucy stood in the doorway to the interrogation room, looking dumbfounded, until Levy’s giggle disrupted her thoughts.

“My, my, Lucy, you look positively love struck.”  Levy smirked and Lucy gasped at her friend.

“You’re just a romantic, Levy!  That’s absurd!”  Lucy protested though she felt like she was lying to her best friend.

“Hm?  What’s that, twins?  You want an Uncle, with pink hair, as well as an Aunt Lucy?”  Levy tilted her head towards her belly and Gajeel let out a guffaw while Lucy’s face turned beet red.

“C’mon, Luce!”  Natsu swung open the main door and called to her.  Luce?

“Ooh, you’re on a nickname basis already?”  Levy cooed and Lucy stormed past her friend’s desk in embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t ya think ya could do better?”  Gajeel called, pulling a face at Lucy.

“How were you when Levy found you?”  Lucy called back and smiled at her two friends leaving Gajeel with an embarrassed scowl on his face; Lucy left to meet Natsu, feeling embarrassed in her own was for essentially admitting her ‘love at first sight’ feelings for the slightly masochistic fire breather outside the police station. 

anonymous asked:

Da punk levi and pastel Eren for a drabble pretty please?

YESYESYES I’m actually working on that one right now (even before you sent this ask) so I’ll just post whatever I’ve already written, so note that this is not finished yet and I will post the fic when it is completed :D


He was bright and he was dark. He was gold and he was silver. He was pastel and he was punk.

From the moment Levi had laid eyes on the guy with his baby-blue nail polish on his fingers; he was immediately mesmerized. The contradictions were obviously there; but he just couldn’t help it. The perfect tanned skin, the lean figure, the brown hair, the big smile, the soft blue jeans, the baby pink crop top, the baby-blue nailpolish, the glitters on his face; everything fit together perfectly.

He had been admiring the guy from afar for a couple of days but didn’t dare to actually talk to him, because honestly, what the hell was he thinking? Why would someone as bright as him be interested in someone like him. Levi was the typical punk student, he wore a black tshirt, black ripped jeans, leather combat shoes, had both arms covered in tattoos, several pieces of jewelry were pierced through his skin; and if that wasn’t enough reason already to not approach the bright figure; he had the socially awkward level of over 1000.

Today he had no classes in the afternoon, but didn’t want to spend the rest of the day inside of his dorm. So with that thought; he decided to enjoy the cool spring breeze.

He sat himself down on one of the benches in the ‘garden’, you couldn’t exactly call this a garden but it had grass, trees and benches which gave it a calm atmosphere. He took out his usual sketch block, which was filled with upcoming tattoo designs and started looking for things to draw. His eyes wandered across the whole surface but nothing caught his eye as much as that guy.

He thought he was being a total creep when he starting outlining the torso of the sunkissed man, but as long as he didn’t find out there was nothing to be ashamed of right?



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anonymous asked:

Takashi gets into some kind of trouble and shibata finds himself a part of the natsume protection squad (which he didn't know existed, but he's all for it). Takashi is oblivious.

this got heavier than i anticipated

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Katsumi can count on both hands the number of actual, physical fights he’s been in, and still have several fingers left over. He was a bully growing up, and maybe he still is one a little bit, but he would sooner use words to hurt than fists. He’s always held himself just above sinking to that low, that ‘stupid, belligerent guy’ low. Smart people aren’t into stupid guys, after all, and Katsumi likes dating smart people. 

But today, as the shadows stretch across the ground and the skyline burns dark orange in the dusk, the knuckles on his right hand are bruised. There’s blood in his mouth, dripping from a split lip. 

Today, he threw the first punch. And the second, and the third. Outnumbered, and angry enough not to care, seething with it to the point that no words were heavy enough to hurt the way he wanted those strangers to hurt. 

His fingers are folded tight around Natsume’s and he refuses to let go, even when Natsume’s friends catch up, and the odds go from three on two to three on six. Even when Tanuma and Kitamoto and fearless Taki move into the middle of the conflict and refuse to give ground, diffusing the tension with steely eyes and steadfast voices until those unfamiliar high schoolers turn around and leave. 

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Jeonghan / Fluff / Drabble

A/N: First full request on this blog! Anon wanted Jeonghan fluff where you’re his GF but you’re insecure about him holding your hands because your hands are kinda rough? he then notices how you react whenever he holds your hands and reassures you

Jeonghan makes you feel shy enough already. You still haven’t become used to the fact that he’s really your boyfriend and you spend days just trying to get over the overwhelming flustered emotion that swells whenever he’s around. But there’s something about your hands you’ve always been extra insecure about. 

You know what pretty girl’s hands are “meant” to look like- slender and elegant and soft with perfect well-kept fingernails. And you know your hands don’t measure up at all. In fact, you always worry that they’re ugly. They’re rough and all the wrong proportions and you think no one would ever look at them and think anything nice about them.  

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