he has it so easy with the ball!!!


He really tried learning how to play.

READ: Before u ask “what about the dodge ball one?” “what’s with the flamethower?”, lemme explian!

Here in Mexico, that game is called “quemados” wich means “burned” so, that’s why. Pretty easy! And since I made this in spanish first, I totally forgot that it has a completely different meaning in english! Sorry XD

Notebook Journal

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Super long and rambly but pretty fluffy?

Words: 2201 Longest yet

Prompt: “I did not mean for stripping to come from this.” 

Tags: @captainswriting

  You’ve known Peter your entire school life. In preschool, you sat next to each other and that must’ve set a pattern for you both, even though you became friends in fifth grade. He was never the toughest guy, still isn’t in your opinion, he was more like a small, fluffy puppy. That didn’t have teeth. Or nails.

  Okay, so he’s a stuffed animal.

  So, one fateful day at recess, you saw your next desk over classmate getting picked on. Being the type of girl that never cared about getting dirty or danger, you walked up behind the bully and kicked the back of his knees. Needless to say, after you served detention time, you hid for a couple days.

  You almost regretted it when Peter started following you around. Sure, you were, and still are, tough, but you’re no bodyguard. However, the brown-haired puppy-boy grew on you and soon he didn’t have to follow you; you met at the bus stop.

  So grew a strong friendship. You added Ned to your small group, then Michelle (sorta, she sort of just kind of hung out with all of you), though it made people call you the Nerd Patrol. Did any of you care?

  Well, a little at first, but not now.

  When you turned fourteen, something changed. You didn’t see Peter as your puppy boy friend (even though he still is). You saw his awkward, lanky, adorable shyness and how much he cares about his friends. You started noticing little things about him. How he’d mess with his hair when he’d stutter nervously, how he’d send you adorable smiles when you walked by in the halls, even how he’d chew his lip during a test. 

  Then you realized.

  You have a crush on your best friend.

  Except, he has a crush on Liz and you can’t blame him. She’s beautiful and smart and they look adorable next to each other. Who really wouldn’t love Liz? And you? Just some tomboy, dorky, nerd. Sure, that’s who Peter is, minus the tomboy part, but he deserves someone perfect, like Liz.

  You slam your locker shut in frustration as your thoughts race, followed by your heart when you think of Peter. All you wanna do is bang your head into it, but a quick glance to your left shows Michelle leaning against the wall with a granola bar in hand. She holds it out to you and your stomach grumbles.
  “How’d you know I didn’t eat breakfast?”

  She looks you over with a somewhat bored but knowing look. “Your hair’s in a messy ponytail and looks kinda greasy, you’re wearing a pair of your sweats and a loose T. Usually, you have your hair up neatly, you wear graphic Ts, and camos. So, no shower, slept in, and didn’t eat yet. Also, you’re upset.”

  You sigh and take the bar from her. “You know, you’re incredibly scary when you do that.”

  She shrugs, pushing off the wall. “Come on, don’t wanna miss an opportunity to draw people in distress.”

  You shake your head, following her slowly. “God, you’re so strange.”

  Settling into your seat, you bring your notebook out and start jotting down some thoughts, mostly about how you’re trying and failing to control your emotions for your best friend. Who just happens to choose now to sit next to you now.

  “Hey, Y/n. Whatcha doing?” Peter tries to lean over to see your writing.

  You shut it quickly, sliding it into your backpack and bringing out your notes for class. “Just waiting for class to start. Where were you last night? I thought we were supposed to be studying together.”

  He facepalms, groaning into his hand. “Oh, crap…look, I’m so sorry, I-something came up and I had to take care of it. I am so sorry.”

  “What’d you end up doing, then?” You can’t help a little suspicion from lacing your voice.

  Peter seems to think hard for a moment and your heart sinks. Is he trying to think of a lie or hide something from you? Maybe you guys aren’t as good of friends as you thought.

  “I had promised Ned that I’d help him his Death Star Lego set. I’m really sorry, I should’ve called.”

  You nod slowly as the teacher begins the class. You try to distract yourself with small notes that probably mean nothing to this class. He was lying. You knew he was, they did the Death Star last week. What was he doing? Maybe with Liz.

  That thought just makes your stomach burn.

  School ends in a blur for you as you can’t focus more than four seconds without going back to why Peter would lie to you. You throw your books in your locker and grab your journal notebook to bring home. If you can just get home without getting stopped-

  “Where are you going so fast?” Michelle is leaning next to the door with her arms crossed, her usual bored expression on her face.

  You huff, pouting a little. “I just wanna go home. I need my shower, okay?”

  “You’re hiding something.”

  “What do you mean?” you sigh, just wanting to leave before Peter finds you.

  “You’ve been avoiding Peter, so I’m guessing it’s because of him. What happened?”

  You shift your weight uneasily. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your parents, about your huge crush on Peter Parker, so telling both of you guys’ friend…who could turn around and just tell him…but she won’t stop asking or probably let you leave until you tell her.

  “Peter, okay? He happened.”

  Her eyes flare slightly in realization. “I see. You’re a little jealous of the attention he gives Liz because…I see.”

  You shrug and walk past her. “Like I can compete with Liz, though.”

  Michelle just sighs as you leave, shaking her head slightly. You walk home quickly, not wanting to stop again before you can scream into your pillow and basically just die. You told your biggest secret to your friend and you have no idea how to process all the things that could go wrong. Running inside, you lock yourself in your room and flop on your bed.

  “Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Why are you so stupid?”

  You bury your face into your pillow for a while until you look up to check the time. The sun is already down and your room is flooded with a street light as you roll onto your back. Your notebook and backpack had fallen onto the floor next to your bed when you flopped onto your bed. You don’t bother to try and get them, though, you’d rather just die.

  Or take a shower.

  Deciding to do the latter, you scramble to get up and take a quick shower, coming out in a pair of shorts and old tank top with a towel to dry your hair. What were you gonna do if Michelle told someone? One thing is for sure, you were running away from New York.

  You freeze as your window is pulled up and open. Now, you don’t believe in ghosts, but that there was reason to think they’re real. However, you’re sure there’s a perfectly good reason for it to open like that…on its own. Yeah. I mean, that’s what you and Peter always say when Ned tells ghost stories. So it must be true. Right?
  You let out a loud sigh of relief when Spider-Man crawls in through the window, though that turns into confusion, which then turns into concern for the wall crawler as he drops with a loud groan of pain.

  “Um, excuse me?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him too much.

  He tilts his head back to look at you, his mask eyes seeming to wince as he does. “Uh, y-yeah…sorry about, uh…dropping in on you.”

  You chuckle softly at his quip, as lame as it may sound. “Think I can help?”

  He nods. “That’d be much appreciated, thank you.”

  You quickly run back into the bathroom to grab your medical supply box that your mom had made you make in case of emergencies. It’s not that big, but it has some peroxide, anti-biotic cream, bandages, and cotton balls to use. You jog back into your room to see him trying to stand up on his own, legs shaking slightly. Dropping your bag next to your bed, you grab his arm and have him sit on your bed.

  “Easy, Mr. hero. Don’t over exert yourself.”

  He huffs, groaning softly. “Fine.”

You grab your bag again and stand in front of him, shifting your weight slightly on your feet. “Um, okay, so…I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”

  He tilts his head slightly, wondering where in the world you’re going with this.

  “I need you to take your suit off.”

  “T-the mask, too?” he asks, suddenly very worried.

  Your eyes widen. “No! No, no no, not unless you wanna…I just wanna help with where it hurts the most.”

  He nods slowly, agreeing with you finally as he presses the button in the middle of his suit, loosening it up so it just slips off. You look down into the bag, blushing a dark red. If you paid more attention to guys’ body types at school or around you, you might be able to tell who he really is with him bare in front of you. Well, besides his boxers and mask. That only makes you blush darker.

  You kneel in front of him, soaking a cotton ball in peroxide. “This is gonna suck,” you mutter.

  He chuckles softly and you swear you’ve heard it before. “I took the hit, I can take the cleaning.”

  You shrug slightly, pressing the cotton ball to one of the cuts that litter his torso. You hear him hiss under his mask, his muscles all tense, but he doesn’t pull away, so he’s pretty disciplined. You gently blow on it to keep the sting down and to dry it before you put a bandage on it, just like you’d do with a child. You don’t know he’s blushing under his mask.

  Just as you go to put some anti-biotic on the bandage, only to find out you didn’t have enough. You growl, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

  “Everything okay?” Spider-Man asks with concern.

  “Yeah. Just stay put, I gotta run downstairs for more Neosporin which is in the downstairs bathroom because my house is dumb, so stay.”

  You quickly run down to the bathroom, searching the drawer for the Neosporin before sprinting back upstairs. You sigh in relief as you don’t hear anything moving in your room, thinking he’s still sitting where you left him. You open the door and look up from the tube in your hands to talk to him, but you freeze.

  He’s reading your notebook.

  “What do you think you’re doing?!” you yell at him, making him jump and fumble the notebook, failing to catch it, so it falls back to your floor. He scrambles to sit as casually as possible, only looking more tense.

  “I, uh…oops?”

  You growl, grabbing your hair tightly. “How much did you read?”

  “Just that…you have a crush on m-your best friend. Peter Parker?”

  You nod slowly, sighing heavily as you walk back over to him. “Yeah…but it’s dumb. He doesn’t like me back, he likes this perfect girl named Liz. I don’t have a chance.”

  “How do you know that? Have you asked him?” his voice sounds tense to you.
You give him a look as you start wrapping the bandages around his body. “Like I could.”

  He stays quiet for a while before you see him reach his hand up towards his mask, slowly pulling it off his head. It comes off in almost slow motion for you, first revealing tousled brown hair, then nervous looking eyes that you know so well, then finally the face of your crush and best friend.

  “Peter?!” you screech, stumbling back away from him. “What the fu-“

  He jumps off the bed and covers your mouth with his hand, though that pretty much left him hovering over you. “Don’t scream! Please. No one else can know, okay?”

  You tear his hand away and scramble up, gasping softly for air. “Oh, my god, you’re Spider-Man…oh, my god…”

  He watches you pace nervously in front of him, rubbing his arms slightly. It’s kinda cold being pretty much naked.

  You pause, turning towards him with wide eyes. “So, you know Iron Man? And Captain America, Thor, Black Widow, all of them?”

  He nods slowly. “Yeah…I mean, I’m pretty much an Avenger.”

  A huge smile graces your lips. “Oh, my god! That’s so awesome! You have to tell me how everyone’s like! Is Iron Man really such a playboy? Is Cap’s shield really heavy? Can you lift Thor’s hammer? Is Black Wi-“

  You’re cut off by him pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours gently, shutting you up.

  “In case you were wondering, I do like you, too.” He chuckles softly as you gape at him.

  “Well…you could’ve just said so,” you murmur, connecting your lips again.

  “…Okay, but seriously, answer my questions and put some clothes on. I ain’t like that.”

I’m still here recovering from wisdom tooth extraction and the year’s worst cough/cold (a double whammy rip), so I came up with this list of headcanons about Jake/Amy being sick (and being domestic af taking care of each other) !! 

  • Amy tries to power through everything and resists taking a sick day until she’s p much delusional from a fever or whatnot. At that point, the entire squad has to get involved in getting her out of the precinct and back home in bed. 
    • Gina spends a full hour heckling her to leave. (When this doesn’t work, she instead tries to simultaneously disinfect and exorcize Amy’s workstation.) 
    • Holt suggests (i.e. orders) for her to go home. (Amy refuses and claims she’s in tip-top shape while launching into a coughing fit.) 
    • Charles offers to make her a hot herbal drink to help with the congestion. He tries to sneak some NyQuil (or something to induce drowsiness) in it, but Amy watches him like a hawk. 
    • Hitchcock and Scully distract her with senseless questions while Rosa discretely drops down from the ceiling and adds the drowsy meds to the tea. 
    • After Amy’s fallen asleep, Terry lifts her up (gently, like how he magically transfers his little babies from the car to their beds) and carries her to Jake’s car.
    • Jake (not as gracefully) carries her inside to their apartment. He almost drops her twice, but she’s so out if it that she doesn’t even notice.  
  • After the whole AC/DC sitch, Jake is more open to taking sick days. His main ish is that he can go from being perfectly fine to feeling like he’s at death’s door real quick.
    • ”Ames, make sure Gina gets my Klezmer records. Nana would want her to have them. Oh, and give my old baseball glove to Charles. I’m sure he and Nikolaj would love playing catch together in the summer. Wait, make sure Rosa gets-” 
    • “Jake, you have a cold. You are not dying.”
  • When Amy’s finally in bed (changed into her warmest sweatpants and one of Jake’s old hoodies, all tucked in), she sleepily mumbles for Jake to check The Binder. 
    • It’s well-organized and easy to follow, so Jake’s able to quickly run out and get her preferred meds and groceries while she’s napping. 
    • Her mom’s chicken noodle soup recipe (filed under Section 3, Page 21 is not as easy to recreate. He gives up at Step 4 and instead makes Nana’s matzo ball soup.
      • It’s his best kept secret that he’s been able to make this recipe from scratch since he was 10. (Apart from his family, only Gina knows he’s able to make this.) He has no intention to tell Boyle about this, for fear he’d suggest a recipe swap or cook off of sorts.   
  • When Jake is sick, Amy attempts to make her mom’s chicken noodle soup but (unsurprisingly) gets stuck at some point and has to call her for help. 
    • Mrs. Santiago squeals because her daughter has never attempted to make soup for any of her past boyfriends. (“Mija, does this mean Jacob is The One? Will you bring him over for dinner next week? Should I have Luis drop off some extra food tomorrow?”)
  • Amy is already cold 24/7 when in peak health, so she ends up with the worst chills when she’s actually sick. Jake will cuddle her for warmth and she’ll always protest (”Jake, no! You’ll get sick too!”) but snuggle up to him anyway. 
    • Jake’s immune system is a paradox in and of itself, so it’s always anybody’s guess as to whether or not he’ll catch whatever Amy has. (On one hand, his immune system is rly shitty cause his diet sucks and it’s questionable whether he gets enough vitamins and nutrients. On the other hand, he’s definitely eaten food off the floor multiple times and probably once ate dirt as a child, so his immunity is weirdly strong.) 
  • Trying to get Jake to drink cough syrup is the hardest thing.
    • “Can I get a cup of sugar to go with this?”
    • “Wait, what? 
    • “You know, like what that lady from The Sound of Music said!” 
    • “It’s Mary Poppins, and it’s a spoonful of sugar, and no, you are not getting any sugar.” 
    • “No, you are not getting any sugar, title of your sex tape!!!!!!!!!!!!” 
    • (She forces the cough syrup down his throat after that.)
  • Amy’s particular about keeping the kissing to a minimum when she’s sick, but Jake is all about the loving forehead smooches and the slow, languid kisses. (She gives in after he points out that they live together and def made out yesterday, so they probably already shared whatever germs there are to share.) 

Shout out to @the-pontiac-bandit and @jakelovesamy for the help on these!!!

#23- Gags (Destiel)

Requested by anon for my kink list (master list here).

Warnings: smut, use of gag

Word Count: 2100ish

A/N: I do love writing Destiel. Hope y’all enjoy! Feedback always appreciated!

Dean is noisy.

He can’t help it. He’s always enjoyed sex, always loved the feel of skin on skin, never wanted to hold back any of the groans and growls the sensations pull out of him.

And sex with Cas? Well, that’s a goddamn out-of-body experience, and he can’t possibly be expected to be quiet with his angel sucking his cock, lips wrapped around his erection and blue eyes staring up at him with no angel innocence at all.

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anonymous asked:

Bellarke Fic were Bellamy finds out when Clarke’s birthday is and makes her her a ring or bracelet or picks her a flower or something?? :) - cause she should still celebrate her birthday even if it’s the apocalypse :) THANKYOU


Wow, k, so I saved this ask in my drafts and now it won’t post which is super cute. Sorry, anon. Anyway, I wrote this fairly quickly? It was just fun to write lmao. ALSO ty @bcnightsquad​ for inspiring me with the drinking game vignette you sent <3

Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Bellarke
Rating: G
Words: 1,381


Bellamy shouldn’t have expected to beat Clarke at pong. He saw her obliterate everyone at every alcohol fueled game during their time at the Dropship, but for some reason he still agreed to play against her tonight. He’s not bad, and she’s had to down a few of her own cups thanks to him, but Clarke has hardly missed a shot. Before he knows it, Bellamy is chugging his last cup in defeat.

“You know,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “seeing as I’m a member of the guard, the legal drinking age is twenty one, and you’re only seventeen, I could arrest you right now if I wanted to.”

With a roll of her eyes, Clarke aims the browned, bent ping pong ball they used to play at Bellamy’s head. “First of all, age restrictions stopped being enforced the day one hundred kids were sent to Earth without adult supervision,” Clarke reminds him. It’s not a written rule but Bellamy supposes it’s true. Age is obsolete when all that matters is survival. “Second,” Clarke continues, “I’m eighteen.”

“Still not of age,” counters Bellamy. He tosses the ping pong ball back to her.

“Must we revisit my first point?”

Clarke’s age has never been something Bellamy focused on. She’s wiser than the oldest Arkadian and more mature than most adults. If her youthful features didn’t play a factor in Bellamy’s perception of her, he would assume she’s the most ancient person on the planet. It’s easy to forget that in reality, the only reason Clarke is on Earth at all is because she was just a kid.

And now she’s not.

Age isn’t important on the ground, birthdays even less so, but people are important. Clarke is important. Especially to Bellamy.

How could he have possibly missed her birthday?

“Since when have you been eighteen?” Bellamy asks.

Clarke shrugs, walking over to the other end of the table to stand with him. “Since Mount Weather, I think. Could have been before that. The council forgot to supply us with calendars.”


“Not that Priamfaya would spare me if I were still seventeen.”

“You’re literally turning a conversation about your birthday into a discussion about the end of the world.”

“My birthday was months ago, Bellamy.” Any humor Clarke wears slips from her face as she steps into his space. She stares him dead in the eyes when she says “the apocalypse is now.”

Trying for comfort, Bellamy slides his knuckles along the path between her elbow and shoulder. “You really know how to lighten the mood, Princess.”

Frowning, Clarke conks her head against his shoulder and rests it there. Into his sleeve she mumbles a halfhearted “shut up.”

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anonymous asked:

What's your headcanon on why tendou and semi would develop feelings each other?

ah, gosh, ok, i’m in kind of a pre-exam panic today so this is like, lunch break musings and not my best, but:

from tendou’s side: 

  • tendou notices right away that semi’s good looking, but like… he notices this about a lot of people so i doubt it’d be a big deal to him. he probably has a lowkey crush on at least half the team the moment he joins
  • the thing that would make semi special is how easy he is to rile up. tendou would have a ball with it. he says something like “oh, you’re wearing that?” and semi’s permanently obsessed with what tendou thinks of his clothes. if tendou is trolling someone else semi will hear him from across the room and be shaking his fist like an old man. it’s hilarious and i bet tendou is utterly overjoyed by just teasing him, especially bc he never seems genuinely hurt, he just mutters angrily and glares at tendou (tendou likes riling people up, but he hates being legitimately hurtful)
  • but i think the more time he’d spend with semi just to get him all worked up, the more chances there’d be for accidental quiet moments, where semi seems to be more tired and instead of making fun, tendou would ask what’s wrong and they’d kinda talk it out, and semi’s actually a really caring and kind person, so tendou can go to him if he’s feeling bad
  • so i think it would be a process of being like “hey, here’s this really pretty guy who is a hoot to be around… oh, and also he’s really nice to be around” and he’d probably not even be insistent on dating him or whatever, he’d just be happy to be around him and also he’s really attractive

from semi’s side

  • this would be more complicated
  • his first impression of tendou is probably something like “what the fuck is this guy” but he… he tries to be nice, because it’s not tendou’s fault that he’s weird looking
  • but tendou’s also a first class pain in the ass
  • semi wants to fight him nonstop
  • like, he kind of brings a playful and fun element to practice so i wouldn’t say semi ever hates him or wishes anything bad for him, but he’s just lowkey pissed off by tendou’s very existence At All Times
  • one day, though, sometime in their second year, he sees some first year girl fall down the and scrape their knee. papers go flying, this girl is about to cry and some people are wondering whether to help and others are about to laugh, and semi’s about to run down the hallway to help, but then tendou pops out of nowhere, making a huge show out of it, like, vaulting over the railing of the stairs from behind and rolling down beside this girl, and she’s too startled to cry, and people are laughing at him now instead of her, and he whips out the ugliest set of neon color band-aids from his backpack and makes her chose a favorite color, and she picks a color and he slaps it on her knee theatrically and then gives her a gummy candy the same color? it’s the most ridiculous situation and she’s just laughing while tendou chases down all her papers and gives them back to her and it is the most adorable and ridiculous thing that semi has ever seen
  • tendou has no idea that semi saw all this, but it’s like… changed semi’s life. the next time he sees tendou he just stares at him and tendou’s like “what” and semi’s like “NOTHING WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT” bc he’s super embarrassed about it all
  • but once he’s noticed he can’t stop seeing how tendou puts in all the effort of figuring out what ushi’s thinking and how he cheers up anyone who gets yelled at by washijo whenever it’s obvious it really got to them (or when they get hit, jesus) and he realizes tendou never actually teases him when he feels bad and honestly, semi realizes he’s really kind behind it all
  • and like… he’s not bad looking, just weird?
  • he’s not sure if it’s a crush or a friend thing and for some reason he figures the only way he’ll know is if they touch and it gives him butterflies so one day he comes in and is like “i need a hug,” and tendou nearly kicks over a bench to run to him and hug him and it’s such a good hug and semi’s definitely a mess and that’s when he knows (also he gets a hug from reon, which is the world’s softest hug, and ushiwaka, who squeezes a little too tight but is still a really good hugger)

Actually on the subject of Dream Daddy, I only played a little bit last night but here is an incomplete list of things Hal Forrester has done so far:

  1. Pretended to be dead when his daughter woke him up
  2. Gave a lame excuse for why he fired a flaming tennis ball at a police station and added that the police “didn’t believe it either.”
  3. Expressed pride in his daughter when she smashed something and shouted “I GOTTA PROBLEM WITH AUTHORITY.”
  4. Tried (with his daughter) to con free food out of someone who was clearly giving them free food anyway.
  5. Flirted by saying “Your face…is…good.”

It is so easy to imagine this guy as an alternate-universe Stan that it’s a little scary.

anonymous asked:

Jason makes Billy promise not to tell Zach that Trini and Kim are already dating because Zach is hilariously unsubtle in his attempts to set Trini and Kim up on a date. Zach even calls himself "The Ultimate Wingman"

A/N: Back at it again with some Trimberly :)

“I don’t understand why we can’t tell him about them.” Billy frowns as he trails behind Jason. “Doesn’t Trini and Kimberly want all of us to know?”

“Yeah, but it’ll be funny not to tell him just yet.” Jason explains as he pauses at his locker. “Trini and Kim said that they’ll tell him this weekend at our movie night.”

Billy furrows his brow, “And I can’t say anything to him?”

“Not a word.” Jason smirks. “Promise?”

“Promise.” Billy nods.


“Kim, a little harder with your uppercut.”

Kimberly rolls her eyes at Jason’s order but follows it without question. The five teens let out soft grunts and (in Zack’s case) loud, dramatic war cries as they practice with Alpha 5 and the fake putties. Eventually, the exhaustion hits them and Jason can see that he has gotten the best he’ll get for now. All at once, the teens clamber for their water bottles and Zack watches as Trini offers hers to Kimberly.

“Hey, you never share with me.” Zack huffs.

Trini flashes him a look, “That’s because you’re you and Kim is Kim.”

“Interesting.” Zack nods as he guzzles his water before he wipes the back his hand over his mouth. “So, how do I get on the level of being Kim?”

“You don’t.” Trini snorts.

Zack pouts as he looks between them before he glances at his friends, “I want what you guys have. Jason, share your water bottle with me!”

“Like hell, dude.” Jason chuckles as he finishes the last of his water before he tosses the red bottle aside. “Alright. Thirty minutes of putty fighting and then we’ll call it a day.”

Trini nods as she accepts her water bottle back from Kimberly, with a wink the older girl steps away and morphs. The other four follow her lead, and Zack makes it a point to fight alongside Trini as he watches the way she flashes Kimberly small glances every few minutes.

“So, you like Kim?”

Trini looks his way and puts her fist through a putty’s gut, “I don’t think now is the best time to talk about this, Z. I’m kinda in the middle of something.”

“Oh come on.” Zack whines as he rolls away from a fist. “Now is the best time to talk about it! Everyone is distracted. So, tell me your plan.”

“Plan?” Trini scoffs.

“Too woo Kim!” Zack chirps as he slams his foot into the knee of a putty before adding a hard knee. “I mean, there has to be some kind of plan, right?”

Trini doesn’t look away from him as she slams her fist into a putty, “No. No there does not.”


“I said no.” Trini grumbles.

Zach sighs as Trini dives into a battle between a putty and Kimberly. His eyes narrow behind the safety of his mask as he sees how well Trini and Kimberly bounce off each other and move with ease. He is only shaken from his staring when he takes a swift punch to the gut.


“Is it wrong that we’re hiding this from him? I mean, we told Billy and Jason.” Kimberly frowns as she looks across the table. “We should just tell him.”

“But it’s so fun to torture him.” Trini huffs as she stabs a fork into their slice of their strawberry cake. “You should’ve saw his face when I told him that I didn’t want him to help me woo you.”

“If only he knew that I was the one who did the wooing.” Kimberly teases as she waves her fork playfully towards Trini. “You were too busy trying to climb up cave walls to avoid me.”

“You kissed me when I least expected it. You played dirty.” Trini whines as she snaps her fork against Kimberly’s. “I panicked, alright?”

“I thought it was cute.” Kimberly assures her as she moves to grab the last bite on the plate, but a fork quickly intercepts her. “I don’t think this is cute though.”

“What are you talking about?” Trini purrs as she slides the bite towards herself. “This is our thing. It’s adorable.”

Kimberly rolls her eyes and lets her girlfriend take the last bite.


“Don’t you think Trini and Kim would make an awesome couple?” Zack asks as he sets his putter over his shoulder. “I think they’d really balance each other out.”

Jason smirks as he takes a shot and watches the golf ball soar through the open air, “I agree, but the last thing I want to do is meddle in their business.”

“Dude, I’ve been meddling for weeks. I’ve been giving Trini all kinds of advice.” Zack shrugs as he readies his own shot. “I think she might be ready to grow a pair and ask Kimberly out.”

“And what makes you say that?”

Zack balances himself as he looks out at the the field where Billy is digging through different rocks, “She stopped blushing anytime I mention Kim, and they’ve definitely been hanging out more.”

“And what makes you so sure Trini even has a thing for Kim?” Jason demands as he leans his weight on his putter.

“Trini told me ages ago.” Zack scoffs as he finally takes his shot before he looks back at Jason with a bright smile. “I’m totally T’s ultimate wingman.”

“Wingman?” Jason repeats.

“Yeah. I give her advice and make sure she stays confident. It’s a hard job, but somebody’s gotta do it.” Zack sighs. “All I need to do is figure out if Kim likes Trini.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

“Easy. A little jealousy always brings the truth out of people.” Zack smirks as he holds up his hand in time to catch the ball Billy throws his way.

Jason frowns nervously, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea…”

“Oh please,” Zack snorts. “What’s the worse that could happen?”

“Famous last words, dude.”


Zack keeps a close eye on his friends as they sit together at lunch; he loves this, being with them. They’re all so happy, and he glances to Trini to notice her lopsided smile. He loves how happy she’s become, he has watched slowly as she has come so far from the girl who forced herself to be invisible. Now, he has learned that she barely ever shuts up; and that she was entirely infatuated by Kimberly.

“Kim, doesn’t Trini look hot?” Zack blurts out, and four gazes snap to him. “I really like that shirt, T.”

Trini watches him with a frown, “Thanks.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful? Because you are.” Zack grins, and he throws a quick look to Kimberly who watches on in confusion. “I bet you’d love my cousin, you should meet her. She’s just like me.”

“I’d rather punch myself in the throat, Z. Sorry.” Trini snorts as she arches an eyebrow at him. “Are you feeling okay today?”

“I’m great.” Zack assures her.

“You sure?” Kimberly demands

Zack perks up at the harsh tone Kimberly uses, “Oh yeah, totally. I was just thinking that my cousin and Trini would make a really cute couple.”


“I doubt Trini has time to date.” Kimberly cuts in with a scowl. “We all have our plates full with training, school, and keeping the world from ending.”

“You don’t think you can squeeze a little date in?” Zack frowns as he pouts his lower lip. “I’ve told Lena about you, and she said she was interested.”

The creak of wood catches his attention and Zack glances to Kimberly in time to watch as Billy grabs her hand to keep her from doing anymore damage to the table. A thrill of satisfaction rolls through him as he flashes Trini a quick wink, but all he gets in return is a wide eyed expression.

“Trini, we have that Biology homework to finish.” Kimberly grumbles as she stands to grab her bag. “Come on, we can go finish it in the library.”

Trini shrugs and stands, “Let’s go.”

Zack beams as the girls slip from the table and out of the cafeteria. He has to keep from squealing like a girl as he watches Billy struggle to put the table together while Jason chews his hamburger and shakes his head in amusement.

“Wanna know something hilarious?” Zack hums, and a laugh bubbles in his throat as Jason and Billy look to him. “I don’t even have a cousin named Lena.”

Billy shakes his head and gives up on the table, “That’s messed up, man.”

“Yeah.” Zack nods. “But it worked!”


“I was thinking that we should tell Z.”

Kimberly looks up from her textbook to watch as Trini twists a strand of hair around her finger, “Yeah?”

“He’s been trying so hard to set us up, and he has a right to know. I feel bad about fucking with him like this.” Trini admits as she meets Kimberly’s gaze. “Wanna tell him tomorrow?”

“If that’s what you want.” Kimberly shrugs as she playfully tosses a pencil towards Trini who easily catches it. “I wanted to tell him when we told Jace and Billy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Trini mumbles as she rolls her eyes, the younger girl pushes her books off her lap and moves to kneel. “So, are you done studying?”

Kimberly arches an eyebrow as Trini begins to crawl towards her, “Well, I wasn’t but I think I can be persuaded.”

“Oh?” Trini hums as she pulls Kimberly’s books away and swings a leg to straddle her waist. “And how can I do that?”

“Well, this is definitely a good start.” Kimberly assures her as she slowly sits up and allows Trini to get comfortable in her lap. “Got anything else?”

Trini laughs softly and ducks her head to brush her lips over the shell of Kimberly’s ear, “I have a few other tricks up my sleeve…”

Kimberly simply turns her head and captures Trini’s lips with her own; Zack is all but forgotten as Trini shows Kimberly just how many tricks she has.


Zack gives a cry of excitement as he plunges into the water and swims his way through the wall of the spaceship. He knows he’s late for training, but he figures Jason can excuse him for taking a small nap; things had been a little intense in his house lately, and his exhaustion had definitely taken over.

With a sweep of his hand, Zack clears off the small residue of water as he walks towards their training room. Just as he steps through the threshold, his feet skid to a stop as he watches Trini tilt her head up to press a soft kiss to Kimberly’s lips.


Trini stumbles back and looks wide eyes towards Zack while Kimberly simply arches an eyebrow. For a moment, he simply stands there before he jumps up in excitement and pumps a fist. With a shake of her head, Kimberly curls her arms around Trini’s waist and ducks her head to rest on her small shoulder.

“So, my advice worked?” Zack beams.

“What? No.” Trini snorts as she glances up at a grinning Kimberly. “Kim and I have been dating for about three and a half weeks, Zack.”

“Wait…” Zack scowls as he looks between his friends and sees their looks of utter amusement. “Are you telling me that you’ve been dating this entire time?”

“Yep.” Trini chirps.

“So, I used my wingman skills for nothing? All that free advice was wasted?” Zack whines as he crosses his arms over his chest. “That’s just cruel, crazy girl. I thought I was helping you.”

“You did.” Trini shrugs, and Zack perks up in excitement.

Zack looks to Jason and Billy with a smug smirk, “Told you guys I was an awesome wingman. See what happens when you doubt me?”

“Sure, man. Whatever you say.” Jason laughs as he nods his head. “Alright, team. Let’s get back to training.”

They jump straight into the order and all five teens are on their A game as they dodge rock arms and legs. Zack takes a hit to the stomach that winds him, but he doesn’t complain; he’s too busy smiling and watching the way Trini and Kimberly look at each other. He gives himself a mental pat on the back, his wingman skills really came through.

anonymous asked:

So I know Mulder and Henry aren't hanging out playing poker together every Thursday night, but are there any occasions where they do find themselves in the same room? What was that first size-up like from either guy's perspective?

Scully has scheduled the dinner at a restaurant so it isn’t on anyone’s turf. Besides, Mulder’s house would be torture and she finds Henry’s elaborate kitchen somewhat daunting. She agonizes over reviews and menus, trying to eliminate as many variables as possible. Henry had tried to help, but her snippiness drove him off in short order. She is nauseous for a week beforehand, asking Henry if she had lost her mind and should cancel, asking Mulder the same.

“I want to meet him,” Henry says, passing her a glass of wine. “He’s part of you, so he’s important to me.”

“If this is to get my blessing, Scully,” Mulder says over the phone, “you already have it. But yeah, I’d like to meet the guy wonderful enough for you to ignore the fact that his job title contains the words tax and attorney.”


She puts on a black sheath dress, then decides it looks too much like the one from their movie premiere. My god, the movie…has Henry seen it? Or Viv? She is afraid to ask, and afraid not to know. She pushes the thought from her mind for now, pushes her and Mulder and that limo away. Scully rummages through her closet with increasing anxiety, finally settling on a burgundy pencil skirt and fitted navy sweater. Her hair is being impossible, and after half an hour with the curling iron, she opts for a French twist. She keeps her makeup light and tosses back a handful of Tums to quell the acid tide in her stomach.

Henry’s in jeans and a blazer, drinking coffee with Viv and her girlfriend. There’s a heated argument about Iron Man taking place. “You look great,” Henry says. “Ready?”

“No. But let’s do it anyway.” She plucks at invisible fuzz on her skirt.

He takes her arm and they head to the garage.

“Have fun at the circus, kids!” Viv calls after them.


They are seated at a table for four, Henry and Mulder facing one another, herself between. She holds a multigrain roll from the breadbasket in her lap, using her nails to pull out every tiny piece of millet, extract every last pumpkin seed. She drops them to the floor like daisy petals.

“I read your book,” Henry says. “Really impressive research. I recommended it to some colleagues.”

Mulder stirs his drink. “Thanks. Spend a lot of time on the dark web between billable hours, Henry?”

Scully kicks him lightly under the table, nostrils flared.

Henry chuckles. “No, I’m just a dilettante.”

The silence is thick and heavy as they peruse their menus, and Scully curses herself for this egregious decision. The back of her neck prickles, her face is hot and itchy. Moments stretch like saltwater taffy on a summer day.

“So, uh, Henry,” Mulder says at last, rubbing the side of his face.

Henry looks up. “Yep?”

“My, uh, my finances are pretty complicated due to some trusts and inheritances, plus my pension. The accountant I’ve been using is retiring. You think you could recommend anybody trustworthy?”

“Oh, absolutely. I’ve got a great guy in Alexandria,” Henry says. “He’ll save you a fortune.”

Mulder nods thoughtfully. “”I’ll put it towards my post-apocalyptic underground bunker. To which, of course, you’re all invited when the end times come upon us.”

Henry’s eyes crinkle at the corners, Scully sees, and her chest loosens. “We’ll bring a pie,” Henry says.

Mulder smiles. “Don’t let Scully make it. Great cook, lousy baker.”

The waitress comes for their orders, and they are chatting easily by the time the food arrives.


Henry sits outside on the porch, staring up at the sky. He names the constellations to himself as he sips a tumbler of Macallan. Dana perches on the arm of his Adirondack chair, knees drawn up to her chest.

“I like him,” Henry says at length. “Very funny guy.”

Dana nods slowly. “He is.”

Henry crunches an ice cube. “He’s still in love with you.”

“Does it bother you?’

He looks at her, ethereal in the moonlight. He is afraid at times that he will awake to find she has disappeared, burned off like the mist. “I want everyone to love you.”

She shakes her head, smiling. “Henry.”                                                             

“You love him too,” Henry says.

She hunches her shoulders, glances down. “Does that bother you?”

It might, he’s not sure. He felt the ineffable thing between them, but he understands the weight of history. “Love doesn’t have to be a zero sum game. Is there space in you for both of us?”

“It is impossible for more than one object to occupy the same space at the same time,” she says. “There are different spaces for each of you.”

Henry considers this. “Why’d you leave, Dana?”

She cants her face to the sky, eyes wide. “There’s a…a recklessness in me, Henry. A self destructiveness you haven’t seen.”

Is this where his gentle doctor ends and Mulder’s sure-shot partner begins? “Scully,” he says, trying it out.

Her eyes slide closed. “Don’t.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t…please keep going.”

“That part of me blooms with him. It thrives. And I knew, I know, I couldn’t live like that. I couldn’t survive it another year. And I…I ripped it away and left it behind. That’s the place in me for you, Henry. That wound. You and Viv and Alice and Simon; you heal me there.”

He hears the thickness in her voice, feels it rising in his own. “Dana,” he says roughly. He knows about wounds and empty spaces. A piece of him went into the dark earth with Joan.

She turns her head to look at him, a slice of her lovely profile. “If that’s too much, I understand. I do. It’s a lot to ask.”

He shakes his head. “I’d rather share you than lose you,” he breathes. “If I….if I can make you feel whole, that’s a privilege.”

She makes a small noise, a hiccup or a sob, and crawls into his lap.

“It’s okay,” he says, arms wrapping around her. He kisses her temples, her eyelids.

She curls tight against his beating heart.


They don’t bother with the superfluity of hellos. She calls, he answers, they talk.

“I liked him,” Mulder says, bouncing a basketball. “I didn’t particularly want to, but he seems like the kind of person people just like.” Mulder finds this a kind of character flaw of its own, but does not mention as much.

“Yes,” Scully says, her voice soft. “He is.”

“A tax attorney though, Scully. Ouch.”

“Mulder, please.” The note of actual pleading in her voice startles him.

“I’m sorry,” he says, sincere. “I know this isn’t easy.”

“It’s okay.”

He shoots the ball into the hoop at the end of the driveway. “Three-pointer,” he tells Scully.

“The crowd goes wild.”

There’s a long silence, just one another’s breathing.

“Listen, I don’t know if you know this, but I have a bit of a background in psychology and behavioral science.” He makes a foul shot.

“You don’t say.” There’s a smile in her voice.

“Truth. So I want you to know that my impression of Henry is that he, um, he knows the value of what he has. With you.” It hurts to admit this to her. To himself.

“Oh,” she breathes. “Mulder, I didn’t exp-“

“No, I just, let me finish. And he, um. He’s really a good guy. His life is, you know, well. Your life, really, I guess. It’s good. It’s what I wanted for you and I’m just, you know. I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you.” His eyes sting.



“I’m here.”

He hears tears in her voice. “Okay. Okay, good. This is hard, but we, um. We’re always friends, aren’t we?”

“Of course. Always.” She sniffles.

“I feel like Henry, he understands that. He seems like he really wants you to be happy, that he’s not the jealous type.” Shit, shit why did he say that? “Not that he should be jealous, I don’t mean to imp-“

“It’s okay. And you’re right. He knows that I’m…that we…he knows how we are.”

Mulder swallows hard. “How we are,” he repeats.

They never say goodbye, either. The silence grows and drifts, then she finally disconnects the call.

Pretty Lucky - Peter Parker

 Word Count : 1,284

Warnings : None

Originally posted by marveling-over-imagines

The familiar tap on your window, a random beat each time wakes you from your sleep in your comfy fluffy blanket covered bed. With a slight groan in your sleepy state, you make your way over to your window, seeing Peters familiar figure crouched outside waiting on the balcony staircase.

You open it with your brows raised questioningly, his Spiderman mask is off so you can see his disheveled brown hair and his brown eyes and newly busted lip. You frown and quickly move for him to come in, he silently makes his way in and is soon sitting on your bed facing the way he came in.

“I would ask what happened but I can already assume you slipped up during a fight.” You finally speak walking over to your bedside drawer, getting out the first aid kit you’ve been keeping in there since the first time Peter had shown up with a cut arm.

You’ve known about Peter being Spiderman for about 2 months, you found out because you saw him trying to change out of his costume but getting caught in it by his boxers halfway through and falling straight on his ass. Which led to him frantically trying to explain everything while you just stared at him wide eyed before you yelled.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were spider boy?!”

Which then led to him mumbling a quick.
“It’s spiderman… Not spider boy.”

But that was then and this is now, obviously not a lot has changed, you’re still the best of friends but now you know that he is actually badass. Kind of, he is still a complete dork.

“One of the guys took a swing at me while the other held me down, got away, though,” Peter says with a proud smile, and you just roll your eyes before grabbing his chin and dabbing it with a sterile wipe, earning a hiss from him. After inspecting, cleaning and deciding he doesn’t need stitches, you patted his head to tell him you were finished and he jumps off your bed, going to your drawer that has a spare change of clothes for him to change into.

“Thanks, again. Oh, don’t forget we have to work on our Spanish project that’s due this Friday.” He says and you groan in annoyance and fall back on your bed and whine. “Can’t you do it? You’re smart, plus you owe me for doing your English homework last week.”

Peter chuckles and you hear his light footsteps make their way towards you, soon he is laying down on his back next to you.
“I would, but this assignment is a lot of work, and you’re better at the writing parts. You’re smart too ya know?”

You huff and turn on your side to face him and he mimics you, with a slight pout you agree. “Fine, but you owe me lunch.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“So who are you going on a date with?” Peter asks, throwing a random ball up and catching it while you fix your hair, you look at him through your dresser mirror and reply. “You remember Matthew from Geometry?”

“That guy?” Peter exclaims in disgust, sitting up and looking at you with wide eyes and he continues. “He dates every girl in school, has sex with them and then just drops them like their nothing.”

“Well, I won’t be that easy. Plus my uncle had set me up with him, apparently, Matthews dad works with him.”

Peter frowns, and grumbles. “If he tries anything-”

“I know I know, you’ll kick his ass. But I will probably beat you to it.”
To Peter: Please come pick me up. He is being horribly creepy.

From Peter: What the hell is he doing?

To Peter: He keeps trying to make a move on me, he’s coming back gtg. Please hurry!!!

“Hey, sorry about that. The line was really long.” Matthew apologizes sitting closer to you in the booth than he originally had, you grimace when he puts his hand your thigh and move it off of you. He gives you a questioning look before throwing his arm over your shoulder and starting up the boring conversation you were having before.

Not even 10 minutes later you see Peter looking in through the restaurant window, soon your phone starts ringing. You look to Matthew and excuse yourself before stepping outside and pretending to answer the phone but you really just go over to Peter who was now leaning against the brick wall of the little restaurant.

“Thank you, so much.” You exclaim to him, he smiles brightly and takes your hand and the two of you quickly hail a cab and go to his place.

“He was so touchy, not that I’m against that but like we had just met.” You explain, taking off your jacket and heels you had worn, spreading your feet on the hardwood floor to soothe your sore arches. “And now I have to lie to him and my uncle about what happened.” You huff and fall back on Peters twin bed, all the while peter was watching you rant for a good 10 minutes.

“I’m glad it didn’t go well.” He replies, you furrow your eyebrows and sit up to look at him. “Thanks, means a lot.” You deadpanned, he quickly held up his hands in defense and said.

“Not like that, it’s just- he’s a douchebag and he doesn’t deserve you.”

“You don’t think anyone does, Peter.”

He nods in agreement and he adds with a blush tinting his cheeks. “Well, that’s just because- no nevermind.”

“Oh hell no, you know how much I hate it when people do that. Tell me what you were gonna say.” You demand, standing up to be in front of him. Even though he is taller than you, you still tried to make yourself look like the bigger person.

Peter nervously scratches the back of his neck and he mumbles not looking in your eyes. “I don’t like any of them. Because I want you all to myself.”

To say you were floored would be an understatement, to say you were about to burst with joy would also be an understatement. You just look at his face with wide eyes, your mouth opening and closing to find the words to say. When Peter finally meets your eyes regret fills his eyes.

“I understand if you don’t like me-”

“Shut up.” You interrupt, finally saying something, he opens his mouth to say something put you shush him and put a finger and his lips and you whisper.

“Do you like me too, Peter?”

Peters’ eyes widen and he nods and questions. “Too? You mean you like me too?”

You smile and nod, “Of course you dumbass. I always have, always will.” The smile on Peters’ face doesn’t falter as he puts his hand on your cheek and quickly asks.

“Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?”


You swear your heart bursts when his lips finally touch yours, its like they were made to fit yours. Peter breaths into the kiss like it were the most amazing thing he has ever done, which is quite impossible to believe considering who he is. You both smile widely when you pull from the kiss to catch your breaths. Peter tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and he whispers.

“Am I lucky or what?”

You smirk and intertwine your fingers with his and reply with a cheeky wink.

“Ya, you’re pretty lucky.”

How To: Date Sportacus

Hey, don’t just keep staring dreamily at that sport’s elf flipping down the street! Do something about it! Using this handy guide, you too can date that handsome sport’s elf of your dreams!

  • Sportacus is naturally an extrovert. He has many friends and loves making friends. However, getting through to him and managing to get him to understand you’re interested in more than just friendship can be hard. He’s not dumb by any means, but a bit naive and the fact English is not his native tongue can make things harder. Make it blunt. Tell him outright you want to date him. It’s the easiest way.
  • Once you have a date set up, you MUST choose what to do or where to go. Anywhere outside in the day is fine. But if you let him choose the date he will take you running or exercising for the whole date. Sure, he’d love it, but it’d leave you with a bit of a bitter taste. Take him for long walks across the beach or park, take him fishing or anything that means he’ll still be outside and in the open. There is no such thing as an evening date with him.
  • Sportacus is very much immersed in his elven culture. For good reason too. Flowers have a meaning, each type and colour meaning something different and how they are arranged being even more significant. More than likely, you won’t be able to read them right off the bat, but Sportacus is more than happy to sit down and explain it to you.
  • Another part of that culture means that gifts are a must. Small, big, free or expensive, they are a must. You will be showered with all kinds of things, but he most likes to make bouquets with intricate meanings woven into their colours and layout. He enjoys weaving together jewelry as well and you will more than likely end up with many flower crowns.
  • The best gift you could get him is anything with a little thought in it. If you happen to listen to his explanations about flower significance long enough and show up with a single red rose, he’ll cherish it forever. Bring him one of those edible arrangements with his favourite fruits incorporated in, it will be eaten by end of day, but every bite will be appreciated.
  • He will want to show you off. He will walk about with you, grinning like a madman as he holds your hand and introduces you to everyone as his loved one. To him, it’s like having a brand new friend, but the connection is so much stronger. Even if it’s a bit embarrassing to be carted around the town, he means well and it’s pretty cute anyway.
  • Another part of his elven heritage means he is really into braiding hair. If he can braid yours he will but if yours is not long enough, you can always take a shot at braiding his curly locks. They aren’t too short to braid, but their curls make braiding hard. He appreciates you trying anyway. He himself can braid them no problem and it always baffles you.
  • Getting him to kiss you is easy. Just ask. Sportacus by nature is a giddy ball of energy. If he has a strong enough connection to you he will pounce on you in a heartbeat, so prepare yourself for high speed elf kisses.

Sportacus loves fanatically and without abandon. He will love you deeply and truly and will not let you go. He may be hard to keep up with sometimes, but if you tell him, he’s willing to wait for you. He will love you loud and proud without fear or regret. Good luck!

anonymous asked:

Do you know a fic where Paige comes back to life and Stiles is super jealous of her and Derek? (btw, i didnt sleep at all bc i was too busy scrolling through this blog ♡)

OMG! That is the best! I hope you found time to at least take a nap ;) 

Try these fics for some Paige drama. 

Worth the Wait by  Dexterous_Sinistrous | 13.3K

Stiles always had a thing for Derek, but then again, so did everyone else. Stiles just wanted to be seen as different, which was why he waited.

But maybe he waited a little too long.

Married at First Glance by  WonderWolf | 63.3K

Married at First Glance gives its participants seven weeks. Seven weeks, starting when they meet and marry their “perfect match”, to decide if they want to stay married or divorce.

For Stiles and Derek though, the challenge lies within trying to pretend that they don’t absolutely hate each other’s guts. When you’re married to a werewolf who dislikes humans, however, this can get a little tricky.

But the sweet, sweet cash reward at the end will be worth it. Right?

Fly a Little Faster by  mirrorkill | 32K

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

Anastasia Re-Reads Stuff

(cause it’s not like she has work, school, a mile long tbr list and new fic to read instead)

Originally posted by hawkeyed-blog

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill

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Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

Anastasia Says: I’m not sure how many times I’ve re-read this one. It’s one of my favorite time travel fics. The author plays with the butterfly effect concept and asks the question ‘can we change the future by changing the past?’And the twist ending is so good for a first time reader. Even with the twist and the way mirrorkill changed canon, they still managed to keep it in canon. Brilliant. Check it out. 

Originally posted by thedemonavatar

Daddy and Me (Park Hae Jin)

Type: Fluff

Request: Hi can you do a park hae jin scenario where his wife is younger than him and this age different is like 12-15 and he is joining to return of the superman.Thank you so much I love your writing.

You tiredly stepped out of your bedroom early in the morning rubbing your eyes as you made your way to the living room. You froze as you remembered that you guys officially started filming today. You bowed to the camera men before heading into the kitchen. You were the 22 year old rather popular idol photographer that had married Park Haejin about 2 years and as of 6 months ago the mother of his first child, a little girl named Park Solbi. You guys actually met on a shoot when you were taking his pictures. She was a daddy’s girl who leaned slightly more towards you in the looks department but it was still clear who her father was.

You looked at the camera that was beside the sink and before you leaned over you rushed over to the coat rake and grabbed one of Haejin’s jackets and throwing it. “My top keeps falling down” you say shyly to the camera as you cracked eggs into a bowl to begin making your husband an omelet. 


Haejin awoke to see your fidgeting daughter sleeping next to him, you always put Solbi in bed when you got up for the day because he always seemed happier when he woke up to her. He lightly touched Solbi as he heard her let out a whine as he shushed her as she seemed to calm down right away and fell back to sleep. He quietly and softly climbed out of bed. He came out to the living room ending up in the same position you were in forgetting that you guys were going to have cameras in your home. He smiled softly as he made his way to the kitchen “good morning” he spoke softly as you made a sound focused on breakfast. “What do you have planned for the next two days?” he asked as he got himself a drink from the fridge “I am staying with a friend and going sight seeing” you told him as he nodded. “What do you have planned for Solbi and I?” he then asked as you point to the table. He made his way over to your table to see what you had planned for today, “the baby boutique? The one you normally go to?” he asked as you nodded “she needs a new dress” you finish as you put the omelet on a plate as he sat down. “Thank you” he tells you as you head off to wake up your daughter.


“Hello I am Park Haejin and this is Solbi” he spoke as he looked down at his sleeping baby. “I met my wife 3 years ago when she was 19 years old. She was filling in for the main photographer at a shoot at that point. She’s very taleneted with a camera so the pictures turned out amazing because she made me smile so easy” he started feeling awkward talking about your love life yet very thrilled to talk about how the romance began. “I didn’t think I would fall in love with someone so young and fresh to adulthood but she taught me that love has no age. Well as long as you are legal, she made that part very clear” he said as chuckles. “I’ve been married two years and 6 months ago was the greatest moment of my life. I think I became softer when my daughter was born” he continues his story. “She is a little ball of happiness. Her and I are close but I’m hoping we get closer” he finishes as he pats Solbi’s tiny butt as she cuddles into him more. A light sound left her as she let out a fart, his eyes closed “as you can tell she’s very lady like” he spoke feeling slightly embarrassed by her passing gas in their first moments on the show. “Oh she’s smiling, it must have been a good one” he spoke as he looked down at her again.


A few months of filming and he was basically watching his daughter grow up in front of him. A 10 month old Solbi held tightly to the couch as he sat on it watching her. “You have to climb up here by yourself” he told her not helping her up. She let out a whine as she attempted to tug herself up. He watched her cute little legs struggle to get her up. He really wanted to help her up but it would help neither of their prides. She looked around and found a small toy to step on. “Ah little genius” he told her as she attempted once more to climb up. Haejin held his breath as her leg had successfully gotten up and she began to grunt as she tugged herself up.

He smiled largely as she managed to get herself most of the way up before he leaned over and pushed her butt up lightly getting her up the whole way. A smile of victory crossed the little one’s face as she sat herself down onto the couch. “Daddy is so proud of you” he cooed as he leaned down beside her. Her hands instantly went to play with his face. “Giving daddy a kiss please” he spoke puckering his lips out, she smiled as he leaned over to kiss her lips but she turned her head and the kiss landed on her cheek. “Playing hard to get?” he teased as he simply began kissing her all over making her giggle loudly before it changed to squeals as he smiled happily at her.


Haejin sat his little one into a high chair at a little cafe. “Daddy likes this place. They make yummy drinks and food. Since you’re growing up so fast I think you’re ready for something yummy” he told her as he headed up the counter to order things. Solbi let out a whine as she tired to look for her daddy. “Right here baby girl” he calls as she smacked her hands on the table in demand of him. “Calm down” he mumbled as he thanked the cashier who passed him his foods and drinks. “Don’t make me regret this. Mommy would kill me if she knew what I was doing” he spoke holding up a cute purple cupcake. “Mommy will beat me up after this episode you know. This might be the last outing you ever do with me” he continues as she didn’t care for his words. Her eyes were on the sweet treat.

He scooped a small bit of icing onto his finger and allowed her to lick it off. Her face twisted slightly at the new taste and feeling as he laughed. “You only get a little bit of that” he told her as he proceeded to cut the top of the cupcake off and handed her the actual cake. Her face crossed with disappointment before he rubbed a small amount onto the cake. He smiled as she started eating the cake, he did feel back about the mess she was making and was proud he packed extra baby clothing for his little one as she covered herself in much cake.

Made of fluff and love

Fandom: Chris Colfer/Darren Criss, RPF

Rating: G

Word count: ~1300

Summary: Darren comes back with a little more than he left with.

A/N: I blame @souly for this fic. Without her, I wouldn’t have started, finished or posted this. She’s sneaky. First, she puts ideas in my head. Then, she makes me want to write them into a fic so I can share it with her. And finally, she encourages me to post it, although I was never supposed to write or post it in the first place… so here I am posting a horribly late reaction fic to what started with this.

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Friday Fic Recs - Sterek Pack Fics

Sterek Pack Fics; canon, future fic and everything in between. Some of these recs cross over from yesterday’s post but eh. 

Lock All The Doors Behind You by entanglednow | 25,960

He has no idea what you’re supposed to say when you find one of your…werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they’re about to see what your insides taste like. There’s no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

Wayward and Down by affectingly | 32.331

That time it took not one, but two separate troll attacks and a malevolent coven of witches for Stiles to figure out how he felt about Derek.

Show Me The Way Back Home Baby by stilinskisparkles | 14,968

In which Lydia and Jackson produce the world’s cutest baby, and the pack goes crazy– the good kind of crazy. Except for Derek, who is afraid of tiny cute babies and Stiles who plans to be the best Uncle ever. Even if Danny called dibs on Godfather.

will to follow through by owlpostagain | 42,411

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

He’s Not Mine by Sunnee | 68,534

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

Hey There Little Red… by 1lostone | 52,915

Stiles knew that agreeing to meet Lydia in the middle of the damn woods, in the middle of the damn night wasn’t one of his best ideas. Really. He did.

Let us Stray ‘til Break of Day by Loz | 55,507

Derek decides the best way to get Scott to join his pack is to seduce Stiles first. Derek makes terrible decisions.

The Second Coming (of Werewolf Jesus) by lupinus, uraneia | 40,104

Stiles was enjoying his senior year until his crazy English teacher decided he made the best candidate to gestate Derek’s kid. Now Stiles is a seventeen-year-old pregnant dude and he and Derek have to figure their shit out, because in nine months they are going to be tied together for the rest of their lives.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill | 32,058

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

Stilinski’s Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain | 35,197

In which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

all you’re giving me is friction by drunktuesdays | 4,707

Stiles is Alpha bait.

The truth about love (comes at 3 AM) by Finduilas | 9,587

When the pack gets locked in at Derek’s new loft during a snowstorm, they play ‘truth or dare’ to pass the time.


Some while ago I got an ask on my personal blog to help with this and because I had a lot of stuff with school and because I’m soo lazy, I didn’t do it straight away, but here we are! None of the pictures belong to me.

Let’s start with the eldest, shall we?

JINHO - Okay, so, Jinho used to be an SM trainee, but he left them, and honestly I’m so glad bc SM lost a gem. He’s the main vocal and even though he’s the eldest, he’s the shortest ;-; he has this adorable smile when his eyes crinkle *cries* fyi if you watch ‘Gorilla’ he’s the one in the Nirvana shirt 

HUI - our brave leader and main vocal! He takes care of the members but also loves joking around. You’ll easily recognize him by his fluffy hair and such plump lips, like damn. And when he smiles, oh my God… He has that eye smile and it’s the purest think ever.

just look at him omg

HONGSEOK - has some serious visuals, main vocal, hard worker. Was under YG, was in that reality survival show where iKON was formed and he did’t pass, so he moved to Cube and he’s ours now ^.^ He has such pretty eyes and plump lips and a unique face so it’s easy to recognize him, intellectual, a bit darker skin than the others, A B S

E’DAWN - main rapper, dancer, on the shorter side of Pentagon, basically a big ball of weirdness, kinda reminds me of G-Dragon with his rapping, usually parts his hair down the middle. Sang with Hyuna on her “Roll Deep” performance, fellow gemini,

SHINWON - tbh, the first time I saw him, he reminded me of Chanyeol (??) He’s the sub vocalist, tall as fuck and loves to joke around and laugh. He hangs out a lot with the rap line, visual, can play the piano, cuts paper with his cheekbones, in their latest Vapp video, I noticed that he likes unbuttoning his shirt 

YEO ONE - Lead vocalist, so pretty he puts Taeyeon to shame, seriously he’s so beautiful. He’s a hard worker and really talkative, has a cheerful personality. He’s very good at dancing and acting, he actually appeared in a web drama

YANAN - Another tall member, Chinese, sub vocalist never had a girlfriend, so soft-spoken and gentle with the cutest smile ever. yes, bias >< can look like a bad boy or an angel, there’s no in between

YUTO - Sub rapper, Japanese, acts like he’s emotionless,has a poker face a lot, but he’s actually a huge softie, tall, when watching their mv’s he’s the one with an insanely deep voice

KINO - Sub vocalist and lead dancer, he’s seriously a dancing machine. Has a very bright personality, loves to smile and just overall a nice person, very talented, maknae line loves to joke around. He’s only like 8 months older than me, I can’t believe *cries*

WOOSEOK - When I saw the Gorilla thumbnail, I was like “Kris?! :O” I’ve also heard of people comparing him to S.Coups, or a mix between those two. He’s the maknae and the main rapper, likes anime, the tallest in the group, looks like a bad boy but he’s a cutie :3

Basically half of the group are my biases and the other half are bias wreckers 

-admin Ella ♣

anonymous asked:

So i've just recently started reading sterek fic. And i've completely fallen down that rabbit hole. So i was wondering if you could recommend some good fics as you seem to have been reading some recently? It would be amazingly helpful if you could. Thanks! - Sam

you’re damn right i can rec you some sterek! 😊 i tried to pick some that weren’t just on the first page when you rank by kudos. here we go: 

sterek fic rec

Play It Again (ABSOLUTE FAVE. stiles’ characterization is PERFECT)
In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)

Say Something (my favorite The Sheriff Finds Out scene ever)
That first time Stiles decided it was probably wise to let sleeping werewolves lie.

The Socioeconomic Repercussions of Mutually Assured Destruction
The trouble with having the kind of brain that likes to write essays on male circumcision for an Economics class, is that it also likes to turn PowerPoint presentations for Biology into odes on the perfection of notorious bad boy Derek Hale’s backside.

Fly a Little Faster
Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

Hell Is Other People series 
Stiles discovers the hazards of growing up a real boy when, at heart, he’s not a real boy at all.

Safety in Silence
It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.

Crash Landers 
In which Stiles learns to Stalk That Stalk. (Or, how to accidentally woo your unfriendly neighborhood alpha in roughly five hundred handwritten steps.)

this boy, half-destroyed (don’t let the second person POV throw you off, it’s BEAUTIFUL)
Bodies – those are something you understand, mostly; you know immediately exactly how much smaller he is than the last time you saw him. Too skinny, too pale; his cheeks cave in a little too much, from his face. He’s a shadow of something: he looks like the dead walking. His hands are stuffed down in the pockets of his hoodie and he looks tentative but not afraid.

Derek Hale used to have a family. Now, he’s got a teenage human more trouble than he’s worth. Post-S2.

the blood blooms clean in you, ruby (same author, same concept, seriously, READ THEM BOTH)
You don’t remember, anymore, where exactly you were when you found out that she was dead. You remember almost everything else about her dying, though.

Stiles Stilinski has always been the person who will do what other people don’t want to. It’s hard, though, when your friends keep trying to protect you. Post-S2.

will to follow through (like, if i wrote teen wolf, this fic would’ve been season four. just absolutely 100% perfect, and i love danny mahealani) 
“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”

“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”

“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”

“There are worse ways to die.”

cool story, bro
FUUUUUUCK, is it a sweet valley high situation where Stiles is very aware that his twin is way more attractive and confident than he is, EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE IDENTICAL, and he always ends up with the hotter significant others and more friends and Stiles guesses that’s why he’s attracted to the pack at first, because it’s something that’s just his, not his twin’s too. But of course, Stiles’s twin gets bit and now he’s part of Derek’s pack, and Derek doesn’t snap at him like he snaps at Stiles, never slams him into things, fucking FIGURES, STILES’S TWIN GETS EVERYTHIIIIIIIING.

Hold The Door (Supernatural crossover but like… trust me)
When Derek is killed by a rival alpha, the pack will stop at nothing to get him back. Even if that means blackmailing the most dangerous hunter duo this side of hell. Whatever. That whole devil thing was probably totally exaggerated, anyway.

Apathy, Apathy, You’ll Be The Death of Me
Everyone’s apathetic. Except Derek. Derek cares so much.

or Boyd is a pragmatic posthumous reappropriater, Erica spends her free time impersonating Meursault and playing Fruit Ninja, Isaac would like everyone to settle down already, Stiles is bi, Scott’s actually holding it together pretty well for a week-old Alpha with a two pack problem, Jackson’s a lizard, Lydia accessorizes, Allison’s playing on a rival (semi-murderous) team and Derek just keeps showing up.

→ que tu m’aimais encore (read the fake boyfriend convention au by the same author after this one to cheer you up)
Wolves mate for life, don’t they?

But I’m Not a Soldier
The first time Derek shoves Stiles against a wall, she pepper sprays him in his face.

But The World Won’t Stop Turning (y’all know i can’t resist a time traveller’s wife au)
Derek glances at Stiles, who is watching him with a curious expression.

“Oh shit,” Stiles exclaims as comprehension dawns on him. “Everything makes sense now. Derek, I know what the witch did, she cursed you with – “

But before Stiles is able to finish his sentence, everything fades away and Derek is surrounded by darkness.

anonymous asked:

Matsuhanaiwaoi #25 with iwaizumi saying it please

“I’m fine.”

Read on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10216448

The last thing any of the younger years would expect was that their senpai spent every Friday night in the gymnasium after hours.

Until midnight.

Perhaps entrusting Oikawa with a key hadn’t been the wisest idea, but at least on Friday, he was never left alone. He and his fellow third years would sneak in about 8pm, set up the net, and play 2 vs 2 for the whole 4 hours, occasionally switching things up in their teams.

Currently, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa were on one side of the net and Oikawa was setting to Hanamaki on the other.

“Take this!” He spikes hard and fast, but Iwaizumi is already leaping into position, having guessed the trajectory, and receives it with ease. The ball goes high, but Matsukawa is there, and instead of setting, he dumps it over the net right at Oikawa’s feet.

It surprises him so much that he startles, and fumbles his volley. It touches the top of the net and Matsukawa just has to tap it for the ball to fall again.

But the duo have prepared for this. Oikawa jumps backwards at the same time as Hanamaki lunges forwards, hand flat against the floor and saving the ball with a pancake.

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