he needs a comb

Headcanon that people with psychic powers tend to have their physical appearances altered slightly when their powers come out as a result of their emotions

For Teru, in times of extreme emotions his teeth grow large and sharp. They’re a real inconvenience for him, and this just adds frustration onto whatever emotion brought them on, thus making them even harder to get rid of.

For Mob, his powers change the color of his eyes from deep brown to sharp red. This can be pretty disconcerting for people who don’t know about this beforehand.

For Ritsu, his emotions shape his hair. Especially when distressed, his hair tends to stand up on end, spiking upwards. He doesn’t seem to mind, but sometimes he finds himself needing to comb it back down or use some sort of hairgel to get it to cooperate.


When Sirius was a kid his mum always made him get haircuts in a ‘smart’ style he never liked .

it was still long enough on top to get knotted .

So every day his mum would yank a brush through his hair till his eyes watered and he felt like he’d been scalped.

He honestly thought a purpose of a brush was to hurt him. And he just assumed other people did it as a weird fashion thing. Like muggle lip injections

So first thing his did at hogworts was to grow his hair out and brush his hair as little as he could.

Third year came around and he’d settled on growing it out to his shoulder and he was happy with his look.

It wasn’t as messy as James’s but not the neet ponytail Remus wore.

He always joked he had the best sex hair.

One day he had put his hair up in a ponytail for herboligy and when he took it out it got stuck.

Panicking he would have to cut his hair he ran to Remus who had similar length hair as him .

Remus assured him they wouldn’t need to cut it off .

He sat him down getting out a Combe saying he could brush it out.

Sirius jumps away saying that maybe cutting it wouldn’t be so bad.

Remus manages to cokes him back saying if it hurts he’ll stop.

True to his word he slowly works the knots out and freeing the elastic .

Once he was finished he could work the brush all the way through his hair without snagging once.

Sirius found he actually enjoyed this new way of getting his hair brushed.

Remus found he didn’t mind being able to play with Sirius’ hair. It was thicker then his own mousy hair .

Soon enough it became a ritual of theirs.

Every other day in the common room Remus would be sat on the sofa near the fire and Sirius would come down with a brush and sit in the floor in-between his legs.

And Remus would brush out and play with his hair.

It also became common that Sirius would fall asleep Wilst having his hair messed with.

Quite often james would come in to see Sirius asleep against Remus leg resting his head in his knee

James teases him saying it was a dog thing

Sirius enjoyed it too much to care


what are you doing jules

Well im not taking the same photo over and over again and calling it different i dunno what you’re talking about

I may not have snack falcon cups, but bow howdy do i have starbucks cups out the wazoo

Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 8

Here it is! Thanks for all of your encouragement and excitement about this story! @diversemediums and @outlandishchridhe are my amazing team that have been so much fun (and a fair amount of craziness) to work with. I couldn’t have made this chapter without them.

Important note: The ever amazing @diversemediums wrote a sort of companion ficlet that goes along with this story and is referenced within this chapter. You can read that HERE.

The previous chapter, which takes place before the Legend of the Faerie Wife, can be found HERE.

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“Capturing Her Damaged Heart”

Summary: A deadly disease plagues the world. People are dying, the dead are rising. The infection spreads too fast to stop. Everyone tries their best to survive in this post-apocalyptic world, but things get messy for Natsu when he finds a blonde woman on one of his missions. Natsu takes it upon himself to help her, protect her, and accidentally fall in love with her? Zombie Apocalypse AU. Hurt/comfort, angst, romance.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

Read on FF.net or AO3.

A few warnings before we get started: This is rated M for explicit language, violence, torture, physical and emotional abuse, character death, sexual abuse, eventual sexual content, possible triggers, controversial topics, drug use, and adult situations.

As you can see, the zombie apocalypse can get quite messy. This is not a story for the lighthearted. The triggering content won’t go into extreme detail, but I did want to put a warning.

In the beginning of chapters where there’s either smut or a possible trigger, I will post a warning so you can choose if you want to read it, skim it, or skip it. (Keep in mind, it will be a while until either happen.)

If at any time you decide you don’t want to continue reading this story then please don’t feel any pressure from me to keep reading. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so don’t compromise your well-being for the sake of a story. That being said, I also want to say I will not change how I write this story. The main plot has already been decided. It’s not meant to be a fluffy piece, but there will be good times shared here and there for our survivors and there will be a relatively happy ending.

I would also like to warn this is a ‘slow burn’ story! So keep that in mind while reading. This is a NALU story, but be warned, this will be a bumpy ride.

I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does! I only own this specific plot, and my OC’s if I choose to create some. There is no updating schedule.

I sincerely hope you read all the warnings and didn’t skip straight to the story, but if you did, good luck. Either way, enjoy!

Chapter One: Section Six

(October 4th, 2017, Wednesday Morning)

Flipping the page of his manga, Natsu read out loud, “'We just said that’s the wrong name!’” He took a breath, changing the tone of his voice a bit. “'No, it’s not! When I made him that shrine, Yato was so happy! He’d wanted it for so long! It can’t be wrong!’”

Eyes flitting to the next page, Natsu continued. “'Or he wouldn’t have cried like that…’”

He sighed, closing his manga and setting it beside him. He didn’t need to turn the page to know what came next. Muttering, he recited the words from the next few pages because he had them memorized. “'Yaboku! Wheeeeew… Welcome back, Yato.’”

Green eyes shut as he leaned back on his mattress, staring up at the fluorescent lights that didn’t work anymore. “This is so boring,” he moaned to himself. He had read his tenth volume of ‘Noragami’ twenty, no… twenty-one times before today.

'If only I had the other volumes. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so bored.’

Shifting against his bed and covers, he tried to get comfortable for a nap. However, the sound of a female’s voice captured his attention. “If it’s so boring, why do you keep reading it?”

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Torn Up (Part Seven)

Originally posted by mapleloafs

No disclaimers today, friends! With that being said, I’m just gonna apologize to my Willy fans for the excess of Auston content. Like I said, it’s essential to the plot (And also extremely self-indulgent)! Also this one’s kind of short, so maybe I’ll post part 8 tomorrow

Also, if y’all missed the announcement, Torn Up is ultimately going to be a Willy story, because I have a new Auston series called Wonder Boy the link to my masterlist is below if you haven’t read it yet!

Warnings:  lots of cursing, some sexual innuendo, and an extremely oblivious main character. Enjoy!


I woke up to the sound of off-key singing and the rainfall shower. Looking around, I noticed two things; my phone was not where I had left it on the coffee table, rather it was plugged into a charger about three feet away from the couch, and on the coffee table where my phone had been was a sweater, along with my clothes from the previous day. 

Sleepily, I unfolded the sweater; it was obviously Auston’s as it was very large, but the light blue of the wool was quite pretty. I resolved that, if I tucked the front of it into my shorts, the ensemble could be very cute. After checking that the coast was clear, I quickly slipped on both the sweater and my shorts and sat down on the couch to wait for Auston to emerge from the shower.

“Careful, Y/N, or I might make you wear my clothes more often. It’s like you prefer my stuff,” Auston said, walking out of his room fully dressed. From my place on the couch I could smell his cologne, and I wondered vaguely if anyone had told him that expensive aftershave loses its effect when used in excess. 

“It’s not like I have much of a choice, do I?” I fired back before realizing that I had, in fact, giggled my response. I couldn’t remember having actually giggled in years. I cleared my throat. “Thanks for plugging my phone in, by the way.”

“It was no problem. And there’s mouthwash in the bathroom,” Auston provided, making his way to the couch.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Aus?” I retorted. Auston opened his mouth to answer, but from the look on his face it was evident that he was at a loss. “I’ll be back in a few, tell me where we’re going to breakfast when I do?” I asked, getting up and walking toward the bathroom. I couldn’t help but think of William as I glanced at my phone sitting forgotten on the opposite side of the couch.

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I want to say I love you but...

Inspired by @pearlidab  (If anyone is interested in proofreading this message me please)

*Warning of sexual and mature content*

*Beware of memes*

“I like you Dazai, please go out with me.” The words echoed in Dazai’s ears. He swore he heard wrong for a second but he couldn’t deny that he did with his subordinate standing in front of him looking like his face was going to erupt at any second like an active volcano. 

He wanted to just save Atsushi the heartbreak and just reject him right there. He wouldn’t be the first to confess and he probably won’t be the last. Whether he rejects or accepts it depends on his mood but one thing that never changes is that they never stay. No one really stays. He can’t meet their expectations, male or female. “I’ll be in your care,” He should feel guilty from the amount of hope and happiness on Atsushi’s face that brings tears to the boy’s eyes. If only he knew that he was doing this so, he would learn how bad of an idea it was. He’ll fall out of love. He’ll let go.

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forcefully inside your heart

Originally posted by dayumonew

Title: forcefully inside your heart
Pairing: Choi Minho/Reader
Summary: With puffed cheeks, a few eye rolls and pouts, she had noticed Minho was jealous, but he couldn’t see he beauty she saw in every single one of his movements and actions.

Jealousy, that feeling that burned inside one’s chest and made you want to just forget that you ever liked someone; even if you were the most beautiful person in the eyes of the world, you still felt jealousy because there was always something unique in everyone in this world that you wanted to have. Minho bit his bottom lip as he looked at the TV blankly because that’s what he does these days, only looking at those shows that he didn’t care about since the moment she started working at her dream place. She was incredibly intelligent, he knew that but the moment she got inside that building, she decided to talk about all the good things in her work and he felt left out. He didn’t know a thing about her career option and he tried to keep up with her, but he couldn’t. Minho’s mind was in acting, learning scripts, singing songs and composing, but he was never one to get the best grades in school. It’s not like she pays attention to that since Taemin has always been really intelligent and quick minded, perhaps that’s the reason why she was sitting in the kitchen with him as the two talked.

It was wrong…damn, incredibly wrong to be thinking that way but Minho wanted to be the perfect boyfriend and he failed miserably. Taemin, however, was good at keeping conversation with her and he almost felt like he was left out. Not even after reading the textbooks from her university or trying his hardest to keep up with her conversation, he could understand what she was saying…he was absolutely lost. Taemin was supposed to come that night because he needed help with taking care of one of his little cousins and there Minho was, squishing the baby’s cheek as he hears the deep conversation the other two were having about some subject in specific. He even gets to be childish enough to mock Taemin when he was talking, puckering up his lips as if he was the younger man.

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Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…



Chapter 12

She looked peaceful.

Her dress floated around her as though caressing her limbs with the lightest of touches, her pale cheeks almost seeming to make her glow and the way her hair curled in loops and waves around her face perfectly framed the cherubic expression mimicking calm.

But it’s the way she stares blankly up at the stars that tells you she was anything but at peace.

A quiet sobbing interrupts you as you stare at the Princess floating in the fountain, the husky, deeper coos of despair calling to you from the grey, blue and black tones of the dream, and forcing you to quietly walk around the stone basin, frowning when you catch sight of the back of someone curled in on themselves behind the fountain, the mop of hair all too familiar to you.


Calling his name has him lifting his head to look cluelessly up at you, his unfocused gaze slowly zeroing in on you until he seems to realize it was indeed you stood before him.


‘Tae, what happened?’ you ask quietly, hurrying over and dropping to your knees beside him, reaching your hand out immediately to pull him towards you and cradling him against your chest as he continues to cry.

‘I-I couldn’t stop him…I couldn’t-I tried to save her-‘ he cries, his voice breaking repeatedly as he sniffles, attempting to get himself under control, and you continue to hold him tightly to you, widening your eyes as you understand what he’s saying, lifting your head quickly to scan the area around you immediately in search of Namjoon.

‘Tae, we should go. If he’s still here-‘

‘I wont let him hurt you, Y/N.’ he cuts you off quickly, a steely resolve entering his eye as he looks up at you, appearing so determined despite the tear tracks on his cheeks, that for a moment you’re taken aback…

…but that’s before you hear the sound of gravel crunching under foot, and you look over to the opposite side of the fountain-

-and you see Namjoon’s blazing purple gaze staring right back at you.

‘I wont let him hurt you, Y/N…’

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The BNHA College!AU no one asked for!!

So…I did some thinking.  

There are some of the kids that aren’t described under the cut, but this is just because I haven’t really got a good grasp on their character yet. 

Maybe one day I will complete this. Also, if someone wants to write this au I WILL CRY OF JOY. This is some multi-chapter shit tho, so it would be difficult to accomplish…but still.

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anonymous asked:

How would the members react when the walk in on their s/o naked/changing? Thanks you in advance!

SF9 reaction to walking in on their S/O changing

Thank you for requesting, love! I hope you like it. Also I kept Chani out because even though this isn’t 100% NSFW it just felt kind of weird lol


Originally posted by armurx

Youngbin would immediately close the door and just scream “SORRY!” from the other side: I think he’d be the sort of lover that, even if he’s seen you naked before, would try and give you the privacy you want. A closed door is a sign for the need of privacy, and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t respect your needs?


Originally posted by sf9fantasy

“Whoops!” Inseong shrugs as you yell at him to turn around or cover while at the same time you try to cover yourself. “It’s not like you’ve got something I haven’t seen,” he’d tell you, and you’d frown at his peeking eyes. As your boyfriend, he finds you beautiful; there’s no need for you to hide from his eyes.


Originally posted by hwitime

“Woah there!” Jaeyoon Inseong half yells half laughs, covering his eyes with a smile as you try to hide your naked body behind a towel. “I didn’t know you had showered, sorry. I’ll wait outside, okay?”


Originally posted by fromthestothey

As Dawon whistles from the door, you jump almost a feet off the ground: he’s just chilling at the doorstep, going through his twitter feed. Your nudity doesn’t faze him; for him, you are perfect and so is your body, there’s no need to be ashamed of yourself.


Originally posted by dangchanhee

This poor child, he would be just so awkward! As he enters the room, already talking about whatever he wanted to talk about and he finds himself with a front and center view of your butt as you are putting on your pants, he’d just mutter a “sorry I uh, I’ll just leave? Now?”. It would probably  be all over before you can even completely turn around.


Originally posted by namjiwssi

This soft guy would blush so much, he’d be beet red. You probably didn’t even notice he entered and left the room in a flash: the only way of knowing would be by asking him after you see him avoiding your eyes and smiling with embarassment. Whether you’ve been dating a week or a year his reaction too seeing your body is always the same; it’s something that makes him absorutrly embarrased but also absolutely bashful, your beauty feels like a new discovery every day.


Originally posted by yootaeyaang

I feel Taeyang would be pretty chill about this, like super casual. Naked S/O? Totally not a big deal, sorry he barged in he should’ve knocked. Changing S/O? He’d ask if you’re wearing something else on top of that shirt because it’s kind of chilly outside and he doesn’t want you to be cold, you know.  Taeyang is, just like most of the time, a breath of fresh air: an easygoing person who likes respecting your privacy but also has gotten used to the house’s day-today.


Originally posted by sf9

This stupid child, he’d be mortified! Even if you don’t think it’s a big deal, for him it would be like death itself. He’d try to look everywhere but at you, and if you ask him whether he needs something or if he could pass you a shirt or a comb or something, he’d probably just implode and stammer until you huff and do it yourself.

Alexander Spencer Reid

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader who’s heavily pregnant with their baby, an unsub captures her and when she’s found, Spencer has to deliver their baby because there’s no time to get to a hospital. @coveofmemories


Cabin fever. 

So much cabin fever.

You’d been on bedrest for the past two weeks and the team, per Spencer’s instructions, wouldn’t even let you get involved with the case. They said you needed rest. No, you needed to be occupied. You still had about a week to go before your due date and you were losing your fucking mind. 

Well, you weren’t going to work. Weren’t allowed. So you decided to get dressed, with hopefully matching shoes (couldn’t see your feet anymore and frankly didn’t care) and go for a walk down the street to the diner.

Once you got outside the building, you made your way to the diner. They had pancakes. The baby wanted pancakes. As you made your way down the street, you saw the smiling faces of the random people that you lived near; they were probably laughing at the fact that at this stage in your pregnancy you were waddling like a penguin. “Pick a name yet?” the old man asked. Giuseppe Aguanno was always going down to the diner, so whenever you went yourself, you’d run into him. He’d been a neighbor of Spencer’s for years, so you both knew him very well.

“No, not yet,” you replied, turning into the ATM to grab some cash. “Gonna wait until the birth. Then we’ll make a decision.” You placed your hand on your stomach and felt the baby kick. “I’ll see you down at the diner in a few. Save me and the baby a seat.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he smiled, turning away and walking down the street and out of your line of vision. After taking your cash and placing it in your wallet, you walked out of the vestibule and back toward the diner, when all of a sudden, you felt someone come out of the alleyway and grab you around the stomach. The barrel of a gun was at your back.

“Come quietly or your baby dies.”


“Giuseppe?” Spencer said, walking out to the hallway where Penelope said he had a visitor. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know,” he said shakily. “I ran into your lovely wife this morning. She was getting money from the ATM on Washington and we were going to meet at the diner. She said to save her a seat.”

“And she didn’t show?” Spencer asked worriedly. That wasn’t like her. She never passed up an opportunity to spend time with the little old man that lived in the building next to them. Giuseppe shook his head. “Okay, stay here for a second. I need to tell my team, but I’d like you to take me back to the last place you saw her.”

Spencer turned around and sprinted toward the conference room, breathless. “Something wrong?” Hotch asked, noticing Spencer’s concerned look.

“One of my neighbors is out in the hallway, he said he ran into Y/N this morning and she said she’d meet him at the diner, but she never showed.” She was one week from delivering their baby. He could be overreacting, but he had to make sure. “I asked him to stay so he could take us to where he last saw her.”

“Let’s go,” Hotch said. Everyone ran toward the elevators like their lives depended on it.


“This is where I saw her last,” Giuseppe said, pointing toward the vestibule. Morgan looked inside while the rest of the team looked around in other areas. 

“Over here!” Spencer screamed, crouching down in the alleyway a block before the diner. When everyone came over, they saw something shining in Spencer’s hand. “Her wedding ring,” he said, now convinced that something had happened to her. “She dropped it on purpose. For me to find.”

“How do you know?” Emily asked, searching around for another clue. “How can you tell?”

“Because,” he started, “she normally had a ring fitter inside the band because it was slightly too big, but with the pregnancy weight it started to fit perfectly. She could literally shake her hands around and it wouldn’t fly off. The only reason it came off is because she took it off. We need to look and see if she’s dropped anything else.”

Frantically, they searched around for clues. It didn’t look like she’d dropped anything else, so they contacted Garcia and told her to locate her cell phone. They had to hope the unsub that had her was naive enough to not have disposed of her cell phone.

They had to find her. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t lose his baby before he even had a chance for them to meet.


When you woke up, you immediately looked down to see your hands and legs were tied to a chair.

A kick. You felt a kick. The baby was okay.

Your head snapped back as a hand cracked across your face. “Where is the bomb?” he screamed. The man couldn’t have been older than 30. Buzz cut. Tall stance. He looked like a military man. Recently discharged? 

“I don’t have one!” you screamed. “I don’t know!” Again, he cracked you across the face and looked like he was going to go for your stomach. “Please! Don’t hurt my baby!” You had no way out of this. None of your limbs were free. All you could do was beg. 

“Then tell me where the bomb is!” He stormed around the room. Given his outbursts and seeming loss of reality, you could only guess that he was a former military man in charge of interrogations overseas. Somehow a pregnant woman had imprinted on him and now that he was back, he had PTSD and thought he was back there. You could feel your cell phone underneath you - the only hope of being found was right beneath you. 

When you looked down, you saw a rip in your jeans. That’s right. You passed out from the pain after he cut you. “Please,” you sobbed, trying in vain to reach out for the baby. “Don’t hurt my baby.”

A third crack across the face brought the metallic taste of blood. “Step away from the woman!” you heard Hotch scream. As the man lifted his hand yet again, a shot rang out. He was on the floor - a bullet between the eyes. 

“Y/N!” Spencer cried, pushing past Hotch to get to you. He collapsed in front of you on his knees and caressed your cheeks. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”

“I can still feel it kicking,” you cried, as Emily, JJ and Morgan cut you out of your restraints. “Where are we? It looks like we’re outside the city.”

“We are,” Rossi said. “He drove you 40 miles out. It’s dead out here.” Testing your legs, you stood up and felt your legs turn to jelly. “We have to get you to a hospital,” he said. 

With Spencer’s help, you stood up again only to feel a warm liquid leak down your leg. “Oh no,” you muttered, your knees giving out from underneath you. “Not now. Please not now.”

Immediately, Spencer’s eyes turned from relieved to concerned. “Your water broke?” he cracked. “How far out is the ambulance?”

Hotch checked his watch. “At least 20 minutes. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

“Ahhhhh!!!” you screamed, clutching your stomach as you felt what had to be an intense contraction. Again, Spencer’s demeanor did a 180. Months ago, he’d joked that he memorized a birthing manual just in case you went into labor in the field. Little did you know that he was actually going to need that information. 

Spencer combed his hands through his hair and turned toward the rest of the team. “Morgan I saw a stream outside. Find something and get water.” Morgan turned around to look for something. “Coat first.” Confused, Morgan pulled off his coat and then found a couple of buckets and ran outside for water. “Everyone else, I need your coats.” 

As the tremors of another contraction ripped through your body, Spencer laid the coats on the floor. With Hotch’s help, the two of them lifted you onto the coats. “We’re going to be doing this here,” he said, undoing your jeans and pulling them down your body as Emily draped Spencer’s coat over your legs. 

“Fuck!” you screamed, another contraction cresting. He looked underneath the coat. Apparently, you were fully dilated. Finally, Morgan returned with water. You had no idea what it was actually for, but fuck it, it didn’t matter. 

“JJ,” Spence said, pointing towards your head, “Prop her head up and most importantly let her grab your hand as she screams bloody murder.” If you weren’t internally panicking, you would’ve laughed. JJ moved underneath you, grabbing your hand and cradling your head. 

“You can do this,” she said, somewhat unconvincingly. Everyone else was staring at you in a panic. God, this was not what you imagined for the birth of your first child.

Spencer took a deep breath and you looked down. “Y/N, you are fully dilated. The next contraction I need you to push. Okay?” 

“Oh fuck,” you said, closing your eyes and letting the tears fall onto JJ’s jeans. “I’m scared. I can’t do this out here. What if something happens to the baby? What if…”

“You can do it,” he said. “You are the strongest woman I know. Next contraction, push.” 

“Ooooooh! Fuck!” you cried out, bearing down with all of your might. You felt the baby move. Oh my god, this was the most painful thing in the entire fucking world. Spencer counted 10 and told you to stop, instructing you on how to breath. The panic made everything you knew about birthing a baby fly out the window.

About 20 seconds passed before the next contraction hit. As you pushed and screamed, Emily and Hotch kneeled down next to you, doing their best to comfort you. When you stopped screaming, Morgan piped up, his finger in his ear. “Man, you sure have a set of lungs, Y/N.”

Your head snapped in his direction. Reaching out, you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “I have a full grown person tearing its way out of my vagina right now and from what I can tell it’s halfway in and halfway out! WHAT DO YOU EXPECT FROM ME!? AHHHHHH!”

“Push!” Spencer screamed. “Keep going! The baby’s almost out!” You bore down as much as you possibly could, feeling the baby exit your body and into Spencer’s waiting arms. “It’s a boy,” he cried, placing him on your stomach.

You started sobbing as your baby boy was placed in your arms. He was so beautiful. You barely even noticed when Spencer sterilized his pocket knife to cut the cord. As Spencer came to your side and kissed your forehead, you saw the flashing blue and red lights. “You okay?” he asked, looking down at your son. 

“In pain, but I’m great. Look at him,” you smiled. “What should we name him?”

“Alexander?” he proposed. “Defender of men?”

“Just like his daddy,” you smiled, kissing him before the EMT’s came to put you on a stretcher. “Alexander Spencer Reid.”


@acaranna tagged me to list seven things one of my OCs has on him at all times pretty much, so that’s the above! The bottom is just an excuse to repost that old ‘what’s in their bag’ thing. ^u^


Hairties and comb he has always. Need one? He’ll borrow you one. Or two. The hairties break or get lost so he usually has a few extra ones. Beard beads and string he has when he has extra beard beads - he’ll only carry one or two though because he doesn’t want to lose them.

The potion is usually the hated elfroot, but I guess also frequently just foxmint for when he predicts tummy troubles.

I think he’d also carry his grimoire in the bag but usually only when he knows he’ll need it. It’s a bit incriminating if it’s ON him at all times lmao.

Tagging @rederiswrites and @graciessocksdrawer but only if you want? :D This meme is good in the sense that it can be written or drawn or whatever. ^u^

Like a Ship into a Storm 2/6

Sabo wakes in the medical bay. The Baltigo medical bay. The Baltigo medical bay that had, in Sabo’s last experience, been destroyed six months ago.

His fingers run over the sheets; the same rough cotton, the same fabric softener scenting the air but failing to do any actual ‘softening’, the same Koala sitting by his beside.

Guilt surges in Sabo’s chest, a painful reminder that yes, here is his friend, his friend who tried so hard to put him back together again.

But there are just some things that a man cannot recover from, just some things that push a person too far. The loss of Luffy, of Ace dead well before his time (before Sabo could even remember him), it’d ruined him.

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It’s Just So Big

Summary: Soulmates AU where the mark is the first words said to the person’s soulmate, and the location is the first place they touch.

Erik was decidedly unhappy. His friends had been teasing him for an hour now, and he wasn’t certain it would ever truly stop. It was likely to be an ongoing joke. And it had all started because the group had insisted on skinny dipping.

It had been two hours since the trio had seen his soulmark, and Erik had decided that he would fair better sitting off to the side, away from them. Of course, Emma wasn’t about to allow his brooding to continue for too long. She insisted that it was bad for his skin.

“Don’t say it,” Erik warned.

Emma was silent for another ten seconds. Erik had actually counted down to a T. “At least they compliment you.” Hooting laughter at overhearing the remark resounded over the otherwise silent lake.

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KuroMahi Week || Day 02: Trust/Growing

“Trust me, Kuro. It’s just a haircut and you don’t need a master degree for that.” Mahiru said as he set combs and scissors on the table next to him. Kuro sat in front of him and was fidgeting a little. He patted his shoulders before he tied a large bedsheet around his neck. Kuro’s hair had grown a little long but he couldn’t be bother with barbers and making appointments.

So, thinking simply, the solution was for Mahiru to cut it. He wasn’t a professional but Kuro didn’t really care about his appearance and he trusted Mahiru. Kuro reached for his video game on the table but Mahiru quickly pulled it out of his reach. When he pouted at him, Mahiru lightly chastised him. “I’m giving you a haircut and I can’t do that well if you keep looking down.”

“Why is this such a big deal? As long as you don’t shave off half my head, I’ll be okay with whatever you do.” Kuro shrugged.

“You’re tempting me to if you don’t behave.” While Mahiru’s retort was sharp, he smoothly ran a wet comb through his hair. His gentle touch relaxed him and he leaned into his hand unconsciously. Of course, that made Mahiru sigh and he nudged Kuro back into place.

“You’re the Servamp of Sloth so I thought that sitting still would be something you’re good at. I’ve seen you sit in front of the tv for hours before.” Mahiru pointed out and Kuro chuckled when he remembered the rant he went on because of that night. “I won’t take long so just sit patiently for me, will you? If you just let me cut it sooner, it wouldn’t have gotten this long.”

“Did my hair really grow that long? I guess it has been a while since you picked me up.” Kuro closed his eyes and reminisced. The sound of the scissors was the only thing between them for a while. Then, behind him, Mahiru spoke with warm nostalgia.

“Its been three years now. A lot sure has happened in that time between Tsubaki, C3 and everything else. Looking back, I didn’t tell you this enough but… Thank you for being there for me through everything. Without you, I wouldn’t have stayed sane through it all.” Kuro’s quiet strength and constant presence always comforted Mahiru. He knew that no matter what they went through, Kuro would be there for him.

Mahiru walked around him and took his bangs between his fingers. “I’m almost done. I just need to clean up your bangs so close your eyes.”

“Am I going to open my eyes and see that you gave me a bowl cut?” Kuro asked sarcastically and Mahiru laughed with a cheeky grin. Still, Kuro closed his eyes. “But you shouldn’t be thanking me. I dragged you into this mess and put you in so much danger.”

“If memory serves me right, I had to force feed you my blood to make a contract with you. I jumped into this mess willingly and I’ll do it all over again. Because of you, I changed. I always admired my uncle’s strength and I wanted to be like him. You gave me the opportunity to do that. So, don’t make that face.” Mahiru brushed his bangs aside so he could see his eyes better. “I’m done. Open your eyes.”

Kuro opened his eyes slowly and saw Mahiru’s face close to his. He started to turn away with a blush but Mahiru cupped his face. Then, he pulled away to hold a mirror in front of him. He was a little surprised that Mahiru cut his hair similar to how it was when they first met. “I thought you would cut it more. Make it shorter and simpler or something like that.”

“Why would I? I like you just the way you are so I’m not going to change you.” Mahiru set down the mirror and untied the bedsheet around his neck. He intended to put it away but Kuro reached out and pulled him onto his lap. He hugged him and kept him in place. Mahiru didn’t mind because there wasn’t a place he would rather be than with Kuro.

“You said I changed you but I really didn’t. You’ve always been kind, brave and strong. I wouldn’t want to change you either.” Kuro kissed his forehead before he tucked his head beneath his chin. Mahiru nestled into his chest with a content smile.

Neither of them would change the other but there was no debating that the two were very different people from when they first met. They brought out the best in each other and they grew together. But no matter how much they grew or changed, the trust between them was a constant.

This was what I originally wrote for domestic but then I reworked it for trust+growing because I wanted to try the “first” prompt

August 7, Let Down Your Hair

“Your hair is getting long Yuuri. Would you like me to comb it for you?” Victor observed when Yuuri came out of the shower.

“Eh? Ah, sure.”

Victor grabbed one of the floor cushions, the one that was a fluffy pink shaped heart that Makkachin usually loved to cuddle with. Yuuri sat on the cushion with his legs crossed while Victor pulled up another cushion to sit behind Yuuri. 

Victor took out the comb and hairspray he always carried in a cosmetic pouch that was filled with everything they needed to take care of their appearances. Nail clipper, combs, skin cream, hand sanitizer, band-aids, mints. 

Victor began combing Yuuri’s hair slowly and carefully so it wouldn’t tangle or hurt. Yuuri let himself relax under Victor’s touch. The only other people he ever let comb his hair were Yuuri’s mom whenever he needed a haircut or sometimes Mari. Yuuri had gotten used to letting Victor comb his hair before competitions or at the hotel room.

After a minute of combing, Yuuri asked curiously, “Say Victor?”

“Yes Yuuri?”

“Have you…would you ever considered growing your hair long again? Like you had when you were younger?” Yuuri wondered. His heart beat nervously since he couldn’t gauge Victor’s reaction without turning his head.

Victor paused his hand holding the comb for a moment. Yuuri still wasn’t sure whether to turn around until Victor spoke, “I have, twice actually. The first time was right after I cut it, because part of me had some regret losing all that hair. But I learned to move on soon after. It felt like lifting some of the weight off my shoulders, literally and figuratively.”

Victor kept combing Yuuri’s hair slowly, as if the motion would help him sort out his words.

“The second time was when I considered retirement after my fifth gold. Since I was a bit unsure about the future, I wondered if I could go back to the past almost.”

“Oh…” was all Yuuri could say.

“What do you think Yuuri?” Victor asked for Yuuri’s opinion, placing the comb on the table.

“Huh?” This time Yuuri slowly turned around in order to look at Victor.

“Would you want me to grow out my hair longer?”

“I…I think its fine either way. I like how you look…short or long,” Yuuri mumbled, toying with the one of the ends of his bangs. “But, it’s not like its going to change how I feel about you. You don’t need to change for my sake.”

Victor’s face changed from observant to beaming with a happy heart shaped smile.

“I’m glad. Perhaps I will grow it out again, at least once more before we’re both retired.”

“You mean before you lose all your hair?” Yuuri teased.

“Yuuri! Don’t tease me like that. I need my beautiful hair!” Victor placed his arms over his hair as if to protect it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll still love you even if you do go bald,” Yuuri leaned closer to kiss Victor’s head.