i am really annoyed with that stupid shadow on my face but whatever

anonymous asked:

Hi guys! Can you please update the 50k, 80k, or 100k tag? Any of them are fine if there are new ones. Tysm!

We’re not sure these will be new ones for you but these are some we read that we haven’t recced but worth checking out. -C

50K AND UP

(Once in a) Blue Moon by clarkoholic and skywardsmiles

Stiles and Derek are getting along, but they’re not a family, and they’re sure as hell not mates. Christ, they’re basically just two stupid guys who happened to get pregnant because of a full moon and sheer dumb luck.


The Lighthouse Keeper by tugela54

On a rural island just off Alaska’s northern Inside Passage, stands a centuries old lighthouse - the perfect sanctuary for its keeper to hide when the moon is full, to burn and rage through its cycle with the townsfolk being none the wiser.

But then a new resident comes to Beacon Harbour – a bright-eyed young student chasing an elusive whale species – and all of a sudden those thick stone walls seem paper thin…


The Difficult Kind series by whiskey_in_tea

if you could only see / what love has made of me


The Nearness Of You by triggeringthehealing

College is an experience that’s different for everyone. Of course, Stiles dives right into the fray. Having already made friends before he started, he’s pulled into the college’s student parliament, the nightclub at the dorms, and – most importantly – into a dorm room with all his friends right next doors. That includes the elusive, tall, dark, and mysterious Derek Hale. And maybe a few too many poetic descriptions that Stiles absolutely doesn’t have from Harlequin romances. They’re Isaac’s, okay, he just happens to share a room with him and Scott. And the bathroom. Which they also share with Derek, and it’s not going to be a problem at all. Featuring meddling friends and siblings, college shenanigans, fancy ballrooms, and curly fries.


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HATRED [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “Hey! I just want to say your work is really good. 😊 I was wondering if you could do a Draco Malfoy imagine where the reader is Harry’s twin sister? And maybe include the lines from numbers 2, 15, 28, 31, 36, 38, 44 and 62 (I know that’s a lot of numbers 😬) in your prompt list? Thanks! 😊” — by anon

a/n: well damn, you requested so much 😂 but that’s alright. the more the merrier, i guess? ahahaha. also, don’t expect that this would be an imagine where the reader ends up with draco bECAUSE THEY LOATHE EACH OTHER HERE OKAY SO WARNING, THERE’S GONNA BE BULLYING AND MENTIONS OF CEDRIC DIGGORY’S DEATH. ((sorry, didn’t manage to add 2 & 31))

2. “Tell me, would you cry if I punched you on the nose?”
15. “This is the part where I tell you to mind your damn business.”
28. “If you say something, I won’t hesitate and slap you.”
31. “Clearly, you’re from hell.”
36. “Don’t you know who I am?”
38. “I want to slap that smug grin off your face.”
44. “I don’t care if you live in a castle or whatever. I ain’t bowing down to you.”
62. “Am I supposed to be offended by what you said?”

PART 2

Masterlist + Request here

Y/N Potter has always been included in the limelight because of what happened to her and her twin brother on the night Voldemort tried killing them. She too was the reason why the Dark Lord became weak and hid behind the shadows for the meanwhile, but among the two of them, Harry gained much more fame and attention due to his lightning bolt scar that reminded people of what exactly happened on that said night.

Due to their reputation, they have been in countless of troubles along with two of their most trusted friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Though if you could compare the amount of near to death experiences Y/N and Harry had, it was no doubt that Harry got to suffer most of the time. Like what just happened last year when he unwillingly joined the Triwizard Tournament, only to discover at the end that it was Voldemort’s plan to lure him into his trap that would lead him to his death.

Of course, Harry escaped, but ever since that he has never been the same — and so was Y/N; thanks to the thought that an innocent boy named Cedric Diggory had to die because of their rivalry with one of the darkest wizards of all time, as well as the feeling of being in constant fear that Voldermort might succeed any day.

And so now, the troubled girl was spending time alone at the Black Lake, away from the people who constantly made fun of her and Harry for the things the Daily Prophet has been saying. To the Ministry of Magic and to their firm believers, Y/N and Harry were just attention seeking teenagers that did everything just to get everyone talking about them again.

“Potter, fancy seeing you here.” drawled Malfoy, his footsteps audible as he draws nearer to where she was sitting.

It was obvious by the way his tone was so menacing that he wanted to cause trouble. Y/N took no notice of him however, her eyes still on the lake while her right hand was holding onto a stone as if contemplating on throwing it to the body of water or possibly Draco’s face.

“Hey, look at me when I’m talking to you, you filthy little half-blood.” he snarled when she ignored his arrival.

Y/N finally looked up and saw Draco Malfoy along with his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle before her, causing her to lightly grimace. “Am I supposed to be offended by what you said?” she asked, her expression unimpressed.

“And she speaks!” laughed Malfoy, crouching down so that there were in the same eye level. “I thought you’d gone mime ever since that Diggory —”

If you say something, I won’t hesitate and slap you.” scowled Y/N, dropping the stone and placing her hand inside her pocket where her wand was.

Draco raised an eyebrow. “Hit a soft spot, didn’t I? That’s funny, considering I never even saw you talk to him.”

“You know, Malfoy, I think this is the part where I tell you to mind your damn business.

“Stop talking to me like that. Don’t you know who I am?

Y/N looked at him blankly, “Didn’t I just call you Malfoy?” and with a roll of her eyes, she stood up.

The platinum-haired boy was now more than annoyed knowing that he didn’t piss her off like he would normally. It seemed like something clicked inside her and she was now just an emotionless being.

Draco hastily followed her, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind him; Y/N heading to the direction of the castle. “If you didn’t know yet, I happen to be part of a very influential family, Potter. Unlike you — oh, wait, of course. Your parents are dead and your relatives are Muggles.”

She didn’t speak, she just kept walking, her hands kept inside her robes.

He grabbed her arm and turned her around so that she was facing him. “Get off, Malfoy.” said Y/N, glaring at him.

“Or else what?” said Draco, grinning.

“Don’t test me.” she pulled herself away from him. “You don’t know how much I want to slap that smug grin off your face. I don’t know who do you think you are for harassing me since first year. And I don’t care if you live in a castle or whatever. I ain’t bowing down to you.

He smirked. “Don’t be like that, Potter. You clearly know why I’m treating you like this. If only you and your brother just accepted my offer on the first day of school then we wouldn’t be in this position right now.”

“How shallow of you.” said Y/N. “You’re still bitter over that stupid little thing?”

“Bitter?” laughed Draco, Crabbe and Goyle snickering from behind him. “Oh, you’re mistaken. I’m actually quite amused. Now look at you, suffering because of your mistakes.”

“Believe me, it wasn’t a mistake.” Y/N sarcastically smiled. “Now, if you’re done, I must really be going. You’re wasting my time.”

“Have fun mourning after Diggory’s death with your friends, Potter.”

“Go to hell, Malfoy.”

And with one final stern look, Y/N left Draco with his cronies, silently fuming to herself as she did so. She didn’t know what was the deal with him but she wasn’t going to stress herself with his crap. Draco, on the other hand, angrily kicked the ground, gritting his teeth before commanding his sidekicks to follow him back to the Slytherin common room.

The Most Awkward Semester Ever IV

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Part I Part II Part III

Virgil couldn’t stop fidgeting, his hands endlessly worrying at the edge of his hoodie.

“Remind me why this isn’t a bad idea again?” he said, his voice pitching a little higher than usual.

“Because if you leave now you’ll regret it forever,” Roman replied, rolling his eyes from where he was standing next to him.

“I mena I already regret most of my life,” Virgil muttered, “So..”

“Virgil” Roman said exasperatedly.

“Fine, yeah, whatever” Virgil waved his hand, as if trying to brush away his words. “Just remember to pinch me if I start babbling or sounding stupid.”

It was then that Roman reached out and pinched him. Hard.

“Hey!” Virgil cried out, springing away from Roman. “What the hell was that for?”

“You said to pinch you if you started sounding stupid,” Roman retorted. “And you being this nervous is pretty freaking stupid. You’re going to be fine, Virgil. Try to relax a little. It’s a just a movie.”

“Sometimes I really fricking hate- oh god, he’s here!”

Virgil’s focus abruptly switched from Roman’s annoying ways to the approaching figure. Logan was wearing jeans. Virgil had never seen him in jeans before, he always wore slacks or khakis to school before, somehow making them look ridiculously good. But now, with these jeans…

“Fuck, I am so gay” Virgil breathed out, still unable to take his eyes off of Logan. He could hear Roman stifling a laugh next to him though, so without looking he reached out and smacked him, hearing a yelp.

“There,” he said, “Revenge for the pinch.”

Before Roman had a chance to retaliate, Logan had reached them.

“Salutations, Virgil,” he said with a soft smile. And dear god, he was going to end up killing Virgil someday.

Logan continued.

“I wanted to thank you for coming out with me today,” he said warmly, “I’ve been meaning to see Kubo for a while, but it’s more enjoyable with companions. Speaking of which, this is Patton. Patton, this is Virgil.

“Pleasure to meet you, champ!” The cheerful looking boy beside Logan stepped forward, holding out his hand. 

He continued, “I’ve heard a lot about you from Logan. It’s good to finally meet you face to face.”

Virgil’s mind raced. Logan had talked about him? What had he said? Was it good? Oh, who was he kidding, it was probably bad. Fuck, Patton probably already thought he was an idiot.

Trying not to show any of this on his face, Virgil reached out and shook the hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” he said quietly. “Ah, you were the one to make those cookies a little while back, right? They were-they were really good.“

Patton beamed.

“Aw, thanks!” he said. “I’m so glad you liked them! I love to bake, but I love sharing what I bake even more. Just let me know if you ever have a craving for baked goods. I can do more than cookies too. In fact I do a mean chocolate cheesecake.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Roman broke in, stepping forward from where he had been behind Virgil. “But perhaps we should continue this conversation after we’ve gotten our seats. I’m Roman, by the way. Pleasure to meet you all.”

“Oh, well hello, Roman” Patton said cheerfully. “And yeah let’s go in. I hope we can get seats right in the middle. I’m so excited for this movie, the trailers looked so cool and I love animated movies!”

“I agree!” Roman said enthusiastically. “I especially love Disney movies. Tell me do you have a favorite?”

As they began to walk forward, Roman and Patton still chatting each other’s ears off, Logan fell in step with Virgil.

“I really am glad you agreed to come,” he said. “I hope you find the outing enjoyable.

“Um, yeah, sure I will” Virgil mumbled, hoping his face wasn’t too red. He could get through this though. Roman was right. It was just a movie. Just a movie.

He glanced back up again at Logan, and struggled to keep from blushing again. Why did he have to be so unfairly hot?

After they bought their tickets and made their way towards their theatre, Logan could see Virgil glancing at the concession stand.

“Did you want something?” he asked, wanting to make this experience as pleasant for Virgil as possible.

Virgil glanced up at him, looking startled.

“Uh, no, I’m okay,” he muttered. “We should just go sit down.”

“Are you sure?” Logan said, wanting to make sure before they reached their theatre.

“Yeah, I’m surprised,” Virgil’s friend Roman broke in. “You love movie popcorn.”

Virgil was now looking very uncomfortable and flustered, which was not what Logan wanted. So he made a decision.

“You two go on ahead,” he told Patton and Roman. “Save some seats for us. We’re going to get some snacks.”

With that, he grabbed Virgil’s hand and tugged him towards the concession stand.

“So we’re obviously getting popcorn,” he said thinking out loud, “But I might also get a soda as well. Do you want one? The salt from the popcorn might make you thirsty. Also I’ll get some chocolate for Patton, he loves sweet things.“

He looked back at Virgil, who was staring at Logan, slightly slack-jawed. When he saw Logan looking at him, he straightened up a bit.

“Um, that all sounds fine, I guess” he stammered out. “What-whatever you want.”

Logan nodded. Right, he’d get two popcorns, a drink for him, another for Virgil, and some chocolate for Patton. He wasn’t sure what Roman would want, so hopefully the popcorn would suffice.

It wasn’t until he’d almost reached the front of the line that he realized he’d never let of of Virgil’s hand. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes at the other boy, but Virgil didn’t seem like he was feeling uncomfortable or trying to shift away. Logan couldn’t help but feel a warmth spread inside his chest. It seemed like the other truly was becoming more comfortable around him.

It was with some regret that he had to break the hold once he’d placed the order so that he could pull out his wallet. But despite the broken grip, Virgil hadn’t moved away from him either. This was very promising and going much better than last time.

“Uh, hey how much should I pitch in?” Virgil asked uncertainly as Logan handed over his credit card.

“Nothing, it’s my treat,” Logan said absently, as he signed the receipt. “I am, after all, the one who invited you.”

“O-oh, but are you sure?” Virgil said. Logan could see him fidgeting. As he grabbed the chocolate and the drinks, he turned and smiled at him.

“Yes, I’m sure” he reassured Virgil. “Like I said, my treat. Now, can you carry the popcorn bags?”

“Yeah sure,” Virgil mumbled in reply. While he was keeping his eyes fixed downward, he didn’t appear to be truly distressed to Logan’s eyes. In fact, he could have sworn he saw a faint smile flicker across the other’s face.

Feeling content and very self-satisfied, Logan led the way to the theatre. He was going to see a movie he had been highly anticipating. He was accompanied by people he enjoyed spending time with. And best of all, he had finally made progress with Virgil. 

Perhaps, he found himself considering, glancing yet again at the other, we could even remain friends beyond the bounds of the project.

As he and Virgil settled down in the seats Patton and Roman has saved for them, the exact middle of the theatre as Patton had wanted, Logan let himself entertain the though further. Keeping his eyes discreetly fixed on Virgil, who was now curled up and absentmindedly eating popcorn as he watched the trailers. Yes, the thought of becoming friends was indeed quite a pleasant one.

Bonus! The conversation Roman and Patton have while waiting in the theatre:

Patton: So Virgil has quite the crush, doesn’t he?

Roman: Yeah, he’s pretty obvious about it. Has Logan figured it out?

Patton: Ah, Logan isn’t always the best with emotional and social, so no, he hasn’t. He thinks Virgil is afraid of him.

Roman: Well that’s better than what Virgil’s been worried about. He’s convinced Logan thinks he’s an idiot.

Patton: Oh no, he likes Virgil. That’s why he’s been trying to date him, even through he hasn’t figured out that’s what he’s been trying to do yet.

Roman: Ok, so these have been dates. I wasn’t sure.

Patton: Really? I didn’t think he was being that subtle.

Roman: Yes, but I have to rely on Virgil for information and he’s not the most reliable narrator when it comes to Logan.

Patton: That’s fair.

anonymous asked:

My English teacher left me very confused when learning about Romeo and Juliet. He said that it wasn't a love story because they didn't love each other; Juliet just basically used Romeo, but I don't know what to think. Can you please explain to me if it's a love story, tragedy, or both?

Did your teacher say that Juliet used Romeo? How rude.

The first thing we have to remember is that the feud is the exponent of an unhealthy ideology that promotes violence, hatred, prejudice, and brutal misogyny. Don’t ever forget the world they lived in. Romeo and Juliet are not normal teenagers living in a normal world and making stupid decisions. They are children whose mental health ends up destroyed by the ideals of their families. I just won’t stand anyone who refers to them as ‘dumb’ because it’s a very insulting way of dismissing the destructiveness of social oppression and abuse. It’s so evident that their families caused their deaths that at the end of the play nobody has the guts to blame them for their own deaths and dismiss their emotions as shallow or dishonest. What they have done is too monstrous for them to deny. When both patriarchs find the young lovers dead together in the crypt they see the wrong in their actions and take responsibility for it. They know they killed their children. It was not teenage folly that ruined Romeo and Juliet. It was a sick society that glorified violence and prejudice.

Perhaps your male teacher is annoyed by the fact that Juliet hardly fits in the role of a sixteenth-century obedient wife who goes along with whatever her husband has to say. On the contrary, Juliet has a voice of her own. It is evident from the first conversation between the lovers that she has a very particular, specific way of thinking, and which doesn’t necessarily match that of Romeo. For instance, she gently mocks his stereotyped courtship when she says “you kiss by the book.” I would say she is a far better poet than him—he actually learns from her. Think about the way she corrects him when he tries to swear his love by the moon. She literally rationalizes everything. Romeo needs to get on her level. Later on, he will ask her to “sweeten with thy breath / This neighbour air, and let rich music’s tongue / Unfold the imagined happiness that both / Receive in either by this dear encounter,” to which Juliet answers that “conceit, more rich in matter than in words, / Brags of his substance, not of ornament”. You see, she doesn’t always agree with him, and she presents her own points of view resolutely. She is the one to give lessons.

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redamaranth  asked:

"When I look at you, I see my world and that scares the sh*t out of me." ~ Soukoku

The first thing Chuuya saw when he woke up was a blurry face, shadowed because it blocked out the light. The first thing he heard was a familiar voice saying, “I can’t do this.” 

The face moved. 

Chuuya reached out, meaning to grab whatever he could. But his hand missed. 

Dazai left, and Chuuya passed out again. 

*

Three days later, Chuuya was released. Dazai hadn’t come back, and Chuuya hadn’t really expected him to. Everything surrounding his latest use of Corruption was hazy, but Dazai’s words were incredibly clear. I can’t do this. 

Chuuya decided to go to a park to take care of what he wanted to do. His apartment felt too claustrophobic. He sank onto a bench, still tired, and pulled out his phone, dialing Dazai’s number. 

Dazai picked up. “Chuuya, I can’t talk right now-” 

“Yes you can,” Chuuya cut him off. Dazai was silent, so he continued, “What do you mean, ‘I can’t do this’? What can’t you do, exactly?” 

There was a moment before Dazai spoke. “I don’t want to do this over the phone.” 

“So are you gonna do it in person?” 

“No.” 

“Then talk. Because I’m not just gonna let this slide. Not after you said that you wanted to try to be something with me.” 

“I lied,” Dazai said, his voice smooth. “I don’t want that, I realized. I don’t want to be tied down to a liability like you.” 

Chuuya’s free hand curled around the edge of the bench. “A liability?” 

“I don’t want to keep saving you, Chuuya,” Dazai said. He sounded almost annoyed. “You shouldn’t even need me. You’re foolish, to do things that require other people to help you. I’ve decided that I can’t be tied down like that, because you expect it of me when I am.” 

He had expected it, but Chuuya realized that this was nothing new. Even when they were enemies, Chuuya had expected it, when Dazai asked him to use Corruption. He’d always expected Dazai to pull him out of it. 

“You coward,” Chuuya hissed. “You just can’t stand the idea that I might die first. Is that it?” 

Dazai was silent. Then: “Where would Chuuya get such a silly idea?” 

“Because you’re fucking obvious,” Chuuya snapped. “You were scared. I remember what you said and how you said it. You didn’t sound like you were tired of my crap. You sounded like you couldn’t stand watching me in that hospital bed.” 

This next silence stretched out so long that Chuuya thought Dazai wouldn’t speak. He figured Dazai was waiting for Chuuya to go on, but Chuuya was willing to let the silence last as long as it took for Dazai to say something. 

“I am tired,” Dazai said finally. “I’m tired of losing things that mean the–that mean a lot to me.” 

“You’re so stupid,” Chuuya said. “You’d just…give up like that? Because you might lose me? No matter what you’re going to lose something or someone you care about. We all will. You can’t just leave because you’re scared.” 

“It isn’t your decision, Chuuya,” Dazai said, and he hung up. 

Chuuya let his hand, and his phone, drop into his lap. 

Coward. Dazai was a coward. And if Dazai was a coward, then Chuuya should have been able to let him go. But he was furious, and it hurt, that he was losing Dazai to a fear, when Dazai could look death in the eye and not flinch. But maybe that was its own form of cowardice, too. 

Chuuya wanted to find Dazai and lay into him, detail all the times that he’d almost lost Dazai, all the excruciatingly drawn out ways in which Dazai had made his mortality clear to Chuuya over the course of their partnership. He wanted to show Dazai that it wasn’t fair. 

He wouldn’t do any of that. In the end, it wouldn’t make a difference. Chuuya couldn’t change Dazai’s mind. He’d learned that a long time ago. He wasn’t going to spend so much effort trying to get Dazai to see reason when it wasn’t his job. 

What happened next was in Dazai’s hands, and if nothing happened, then it was just one of the many ways Chuuya would have lost Dazai. Loss was inevitable. Chuuya had become numb to the fear of it a long time ago. 

Kinoko Kyousoukyoku: The evil sonata of the mushroom~
Sakamaki Subaru, Shuu & Kanato
Kinoko Kyousoukyoku: The evil sonata of the mushroom~

Here’s another Diabolik Lovers Drama CD. Since I found the translation, I decided to publish it immediately~

Thanks a lot kinokotottekoi for doing the translation and for that person who asked for it~

Enjoy~~~!

Kinokotottekoi: Last week and a few days ago I saw someone on the main tag asking for this translation and I thought why not? and did it today. After yesterday news about the new game I’m having such a good time you cannot imagine. I hope you enjoy it and as always let me know if you spot some mistakes. And if you feel like writing some comments in the tags please do it because I’m a creepy person and I’ll read them all muahah (。≖ิ‿≖ิ)ウシシ

[TRANSLATION]

*shuu, subaru and kanato are walking in the woods*

Kanato: why do I have to do something like this?

Subaru: shuddap, that’s my line…

Shuu: aah… was it that necessary climbing the mountain at night and coming all the way to the woods…? And for what? Mushroom gathering…?

Subaru: besides why am I with you two? I’m gonna get crazy… gathering mushrooms with these two weirdos… seriously, why me?

Kanato: what? Are you saying that you’re not happy to be with me?

Subaru: don’t you see how happy am I? You sure you’re okay?

Kanato: nnnggh… you’re pretty cheeky considering that you’re younger than me… I won’t shed a tear when you’ll end up suffering in Hell for being rude to me…

Subaru: hah? You’re trying to pick up a fight with me? I’m waiting, you pipsqueak.

Kanato: …pipsqueak? Did you hear him, Teddy? He’s going to become your new toy…

Shuu: yes, yes, now shut up. Why are you always fighting over crap like this? Isn’t it just tiresome? Honestly, your stamina is starting to concern me…

Kanato: don’t lump me together with someone like you. I am an aggressive vampire.

Shuu: …aggressive? You…? Shuu, seriously?

Shuu: …oh? So you’re here, too? Huh? What do we have to gather?Err… yeah, what was it?

Subaru: how is it that you forgot it!? We’re here to gather mushroom because of that asshole Reiji! Tch, this whole thing is getting more annoying by the second… let’s just gather them and go straight home. Tch, seriously… mushrooms… me…?

…huh? We lost the game so it can’t be helped? Aah… I thought I won…

Kanato: …mushrooms huh? When you eat them they feel all slimy so it’s not like you can eat them without anything else. They’re just hopelessly plain… I’d say they’re pretty like you, don’t you think? he’s probably referring to you but wtf

Shuu: I think the same. But seriously, why does Reiji want something like that? Huh? What do you say? Mushrooms are not so bad. They’re healthy and just right for the diet…?

Subaru: hah, diet? Haha you mean yours?

Kanato: why not? It could be that Reiji asked to gather them in order to do something about that fat of yours pffffff I’m crying

Shuu: yeah, it could be… you too!? But since we’re talking ‘bout Reiji it could also mean that he wants to create some kind of poison. Anyways, he wants some mushrooms with green and orange spots, some others with red and black stripes and some vivid yellow mushrooms.

Subaru: does it mean that they’re pretty good mushrooms? Maybe they have some special proprieties?

Kanato: like those matsutake mushrooms which humans eat a lot? Have you ever seen something like that? Huh? Never? Then they could be rare?

Shuu: I don’t know but you could be right. Anyways if we don’t bring them home it’ll be a pain so let’s get a move and gather them.

*the four of yours go haunting mushrooms*

Subaru: I see… special mushrooms… they could be those mushrooms that makes your body become bigger…(1) Subaru in Wonderland <3

Kanato: …matsutake… I don’t dislike matsutake… not at all…

Shuu: aah dull… I wanna sleep…

*you found them! → and to celebrate this special moment the pornosax.mp3 starts to play*

Shuu: we found them… the spotted ones, the striped ones and the yellow ones as well.

Kanato: I thought it’d be harder… we found a lot of them too…

Subaru:  …there’s no doubt… these are the mushrooms that… make your body grow bigger…(2) anyways at first I was like haha why does Subaru want to become bigger? Then I thought about his mother and made myself sad

Shuu: what?

Subaru: I-I didn’t say anything! A-anyways these are the mushrooms that Reiji wants right? They were pretty easy to find.

Shuu: yeah, that’s true. Anyways let’s just bring them home and—-

Subaru: hold on a second.

Kanato: what it is now?

Subaru: why don’t we… eat them?

Shuu: huh? Are you stupid? Do you want Reiji to kill us? He could really do it you know…

Subaru: no, listen. We gathered a lot of them. He won’t find it out if we eat some of them right? Besides the ones who found these mushrooms are us, so we can do whatever we want with them right?

Shuu: I get it but—-

Kanato: I think it’s a good idea. I’m in. Besides, I’m hungry.

Shuu: Kanato, not even you…

Subaru: see? You’re hungry too, right? Mh? Look, she says that she’s hungry too.

Shuu: hey, don’t join them! …but you know, it was Reiji who asked for these mushrooms, they could be poisonous or worse… hey you, you think I’m right don’t you? Yeah, yeah, I know. So it’s better that we don’t.

Subaru: hah, Shuu, you’re that scared?

Shuu: I didn’t say I’m scared…

Kanato: hey you, stop making strange faces and start cooking them. Now.

Shuu: wait, wait, you’re really going to eat them?

Kanato: Reiji asked us to gather them for him… I think it’s just obvious that there’s something special about these mushrooms. You! Don’t even try to complain, just cook them! How many times do I have to say that I’m hungry!?

Shuu: aah… I guess it can’t be helped… well, it’s not like I’m not curious, but… I have strange feeling about this… what a bother…

Subaru: so they’re finally ready… just how long did it took? You’re really damn slow, you know? Hah? What is it now? If you’re so dissatisfied don’t eat them? I never said I’m dissatisfied, have I?

Shuu: anyways it’s a pretty amazing color, don’t you think? The red, green and yellow hues merged together and created this odd color that I’ve never even seen…

Kanato: I saw something like this. When you step on some cabbageworms (3)

Shuu: I get it! I get it! Don’t add anything else! Ah, I feel sick… I can’t stand them

Subaru: hah, what a looser! They’re just insects!

Shuu: you can talk like that because you have no idea of what happened to me…! I was there, walking under the shadow of a tree because I wanted to take a nap. Suddenly a cabbageworm fell down on my shoulder… can you understand how I felt!? Its hair entwined with my cardigan and I wasn’t able to get it off me…! When in the end I did something about it and laid down to sleep, another worm fell on my face…! Can you understand how I felt!? Can you!?

Subaru: I-I… I didn’t mean to… err… sorry…

Shuu: if you get it it’s fine. Well, let’s eat some mushrooms then.

Kanato: if they taste bad it’s your fault. I hope you understand this. Huh? You won’t take responsibility for it…? You’ve at least tasted them, haven’t you?

Subaru: WHat!? You haven’t!? Are you stupid? You think we can eat something that you haven’t even tasted?!

Shuu: come on, eat them. Huh? You won’t? Oh, but you will. Come on, eat it!

*you swallow it*

Kanato: sigh… you’re really a troublesome human, you know?

Subaru: how do they taste? Huh? In spite of how they look they taste quite normal?

Kanato: I knew it…

Shuu: Kanato, what do you mean by that?

Kanato: nothing too important. Just the fact that now I’m sure that the reason why Reiji sent us to gather mushrooms was because he’s actually doing something that he doesn’t want us to know. He’s now probably creating something to kill us… and when he’s done, he will eat these mushrooms while watching our dead corpse. sure Kanato. Sure He’s this type of person. I’m sure he’s somewhere sneering at us and planning to make her his.

Shuu: hah? You really think that he sent us all the way here to do something like that…?

Subaru: yeah, Kanato’s right. He’s like this. Making us gathering these in order to set up a nice trap for us…

Shuu: aah… I don’t know…

Kanato: you’re defending him pretty nicely… too much brotherly love will make you end up badly.

Shuu: it’s not like that…

Subaru: anyways, what’s important is that we got it. This is the right chance to anticipate him—

*subaru eats some mushrooms*

Subaru: well… they’re not bad…

Kanato: don’t pretend to know something about food tastes… you have no clue about these things.

*kanato eats them too*

Kanato: they’re… not bad…

Shuu: well, personally I don’t think you’re right about seeing a trap here… *eats them* mmh… not bad… if you don’t think about its color you can eat them pretty easily…

Subaru: seconds aww

Kanato: wha—

Shuu: hey, don’t eat them all!

Subaru: shuddap! First-comes first-served! When there’s only one plate the rule is this one.

Kanato: I don’t know that rule. (4)

Shuu: ah, that rule is bothersome. Just divide that portion and give some to me

Subaru: hey… what’s wrong? Why are you shaking? Huh? You’re not…? Aah… the ground… is swinging… what the…? Shit what’s this?

Kanato: w-what’s going on? An earthquake…? Or maybe it is… a vulcanian eruption…?

Shuu: …mmh? Now that you tell me… my hands and legs are getting… kinda numb…? But you… you’re fine, right? Huh? You’re totally fine? What do you—-

Kanato: could it be that… even this is…

Subaru: a trap!? Reiji’s trap?!

Kanato: pffff—- hahahAHAHAHAHAH wait a minute— hahah did you put—- some kind of drug on… that pot…? hahahHAHAH

Subaru: K-Kanato got crazy… nngh…. waaaAAAAAAAH—-! *he’s crying btw*

Shuu: w-what the hell are you two—-? Oh damn…! Me too…! I’m…!! uuuuuaaaAAAAHHHH…!! Some strange strength inside me… IS COMING OOOOUT!!

Kanato: haha but you hahah don’t just look at us hahahahah do something about this…! Don’t you hahah like me? haha I like you… so much hahahah

Subaru: gaaaah you son of a bitch…! How can you say… something like that so… nonchalantly…!? Uuwaaaahhh if you say it then… she’s… she’s… she’s mineeeeeh! If you’re not by my side… I can’t go on…!! uuwaAAAAHHH shhh I feel like crying too

Shuu: waahahahah what the hell are you two talking about?! I’ll do everything to make you miNEEEEEUEUEUEUEUH I’m so sorry

Kanato: hahahahah stop…!! Haha I can’t… anymore…!! Don’t touch me…! hahahah

Shuu: I-I can’t believe that… this whole thing is… Reiji’s plan… uuuWAAAAH….!!

Subaru: …this must mean… that… this mushrooms don’t… work unless… a vampire… EAAATS THEEEEEEEM….!!

Shuu: damn it…! I even ate… a lot of them…!! He knew that… we’d eat them… and so… he asked us to gather them… damn it… whAT A BOTHEEEEEEER….!!

Subaru: uwaaaahahahhhh I can’t anymore… DO SOMETHING!!

Shuu: …yeah… just… do somethiiiiiIIIIIIING….!!

Kanato: …what did you say…? Haha… huh? Reap what you sow(5)? Y-you…! I’ll make sure… to punish you… when the effect disappears….!! Hahahah 

notes:

(½) err… At first I was thinking about translating “dekai“ as "strong” but honestly it’s more commonly used as “huge” and “big”. Besides he says「ひょっとして食うと体がでかくなったりする... ...あれか。」so basically “they could be those mushrooms that makes your body become bigger when you eat them…”. So yeah, like… Alice in Wonderland’s mushrooms Σ(●゚д゚●)

(3) 青虫(あおむし)aomushi, the caterpillar of the cabbage white butterfly. Poor guys, they’re so cute…

(4) or “I don’t care”. Whatever.

(5) 自業自得(じごうじとく)jigou jitoku

Link: http://kinokotottekoi.tumblr.com/post/88388101663/diabolik-lovers-haunted-dark-bridal-tokuten-drama

First Time Again (9)

One of my favorite chapters =)

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Chapter 9

After Feyre found out the truth Cassian started staying over every night. I didn’t want to leave my sisters alone, so he brought a few things to keep at my house. He offered me his bed, but he understood that my sisters were important to me. He knew that if Tomas was trying to hurt me he would go after them next. Taking Cass away would hurt, but taking my sisters would kill me. So he didn’t complain whenever we settled in for the night at my house. He actually seemed to like it more, since his uncle wasn’t there to constantly check on us.

Feyre had her first date with Rhys and then right after that they went out again. We had had to reschedule our shopping trip because they had taken to each other fast. I still hadn’t found the time to ask her how it went and what they did. Cassian was the only thing that stopped my anxiety from over flowing into panic whenever I thought of my little sister getting her heart broken again.

Tonight we had somehow found rime for an actual date. There were no shadows, no sisters, no pressing issues to deal with. It felt too good to be true, but it had happened. Cassian took me out to the movies and then to a nice dinner somewhere other than the bar or my house. He took me into the city and he charmed me the way he would’ve if we weren’t already bonded. And if he weren’t already tethered together I would’ve fallen in love with him right then and there. Because he was adorable when he was in full on date mode. He wanted everything perfect and he told the corniest jokes.

He was amazing and I still couldn’t believe we had found each other again.

Our evening had ended almost an hour ago. Elain was out with friends and Feyre was still with Rhysand. I was listening for the door, but I was also half asleep, my head on Cassian’s chest as I ran my finger up and down his chest. I loved his tattoo, even more now that I knew what it truly meant for him.

“Can I ask you something?” My voice was soft as we laid in my bed together. I was tangled up in his arms, the sheet wrapped around both of us. It was bittersweet, sleeping beside him and knowing we couldn’t go further than we already had.

Cassian hummed, “you can ask me anything, love.”

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Nick's Family Chapter 4

Hi there, frithislord here. Now is time for chapter 4 of Nick’s Family. I’m so happy everyone is enjoying the story and to all my friends and followers thank you for your kind words and support. Now let’s begin.

Nick’s Family
Chapter 4

Nick and his family looked up in terror. A brown and white colored hawk with yellow eyes, had grabbed her.
Judy felt the tight grip of the bird of prey around her torso. The scared bunny’s heart felt like it was beating a million times minute. Looking down at the ever distant ground, where Nick and his reptilian family were getting smaller and smaller.
The terrified bunny saw poor Clawhauser faint again, while all the snakes were slithering up the trees to save her. She saw their mouths open revealing their sharp fangs trying to reach the bird, but being careful not to bite the bunny. Which caused the hawk to soar down to avoid the bites. Just to get hit in the head by a rock thrown the worried Nick. That made the bird screech in pain. Followed by many rocks thrown by all the repitles that can thrown rocks, trying to hit the bird out the sky or at least try to get it to let go of Judy. Viper was acting like she was throwing a rock with very little to no affort at all. Just giving an evil smile, hoping the hawk will squeeze the rabbit’s eyes out. Judy desperately tryed to use her paws to loosen the bird’s grip. But she couldn’t get it to budge. They were getting lower to the water where Ted and Lewis was jumping out of to snap their jaws at the hawk. When Nick warned them to stop, fearing they might snap Judy. The hawk dodged all alligators, crocodiles, snakes and rocks. To fly higher in the sky.
‘This is it. It’s over, I’m done for. I can’t escape. There’s no hope me, it’s not fair.’ Judy mentally said 'I don’t want to die, it’s not fair. Why couldn’t I have been happy, just being a meter maid. I dreamed too big. Mom and dad were right. Now I’m going to die. Get eaten alive. All I ever wanted to do was to make the world a better place. Who am I kidding, I’m just a stupid carrot farming dumb bunny.’
Judy began to see the life flash before her eyes. Her school play, seeing her all 275 brothers and sisters born, her embarrassing braces, Halloweens, Christmases, birthdays, her dateless proms, getting bullied by Gideon Gray, cooking pies with mom, pulling carrots with her dad and her graduation from ZPD Academy. All good times and bad times. It’s the end.
The poor bunny felt herself about to blackout until she saw the light before her eyes. But this light was reddish orange color, like fire. Judy has always heard stories about a white light flashing before your eyes before ones death. But this was different, it was fire and she felt the heat, the burn. She started to fear that this might be Hell fire. 'What did I do to deserve Hell fire’. Judy thought with tears in her eyes. But this was not Hell fire. This was a fire ball. It hit the hawk right in the chest. The bird let out a screech of fear and pain, before dropping Judy. Who was screaming as she was looking at the ground getting closer and closer.
“Uncle Lewis, Uncle Ted, catch formation!!!” the serious fox ordered.
Lewis stood straight up, with Ted standing on his shoulders and Nick climbed up and stood on Ted’s shoulders. Nick held out his arms to catch the screaming bunny. He caught her bride style. She wrapped her arms around his neck buried, her face in the fox’s chest. The one and only place, she felt comfortable and safe at that moment. Uncle Ted climbed down off of uncle Lewis’s shoulders and placed Nick on the ground.
“Um…I know I’m soft carrots, but you want me to put you down now.” said the sly fox with a grin, hiding his relieve that Judy was okay.
Judy’s ears turn red, as Nick was about to put her down. Just for the bunny to jump in his arms again. When the dead bird fell to the ground, featherless and headless with a burnt smell. They saw up ahead a big shadow coming from the fog. As it got closer, it got smaller. What they heard from the shadow was a loud but old laugh.
“Heheheheeee…not bad for a 197 year old blind chameleon.” said the shadow that was really a very old chameleon with small sunglasses and holding a wooden staff with smoke and small ambers coming off the top of it. Which was the object that was responsible for blowing the hawk out of the sky.
All the reptiles, including Nick were showing respect as if she was royalty.
“Dagnabbit, stop that all of you, I ain’t no queens of de’ Englands. I is a voodoo queens. Big difference.” said the annoyed chameleon.
“Voodoo!?!” the surprised bunny said.
“Yes-voodoo girl”. Replied the chameleon.
“Oh sorry,” said the fox as he put Judy down in her feet. “Carrots this is my grandma 'Mama Oldie’ , Mama Oldie this is-”
“Judy Hopps” interrupted Mama Oldie. “Valedictorians’ of her class, first bunny cop in historys’, born in raised in the Bunnyborrow right!?!”
“H-how did you even know about-”
“What part of voodoo queen don’t you understands, sweetie pie heheheaaaa” replied the old creature.
“And shames on all of you. Why didn’t any of you wake me?” Mama Oldie asked.
“But Mama Oldie, you said never to wake you up when you’re napping.” answered a little gecko.
“Yes-except when my favourite grandson Nicky comes to visit.”
Nick placed both paws gently under Mama Oldie and brought her closer to his face.
“I missed you Mama Oldie” said the happy fox.
“Now come gives your Mama Oldie sum sugar.” Mama Oldie said as she kissed him on the cheek.
“So now child, you needs sum’ help?” the old reptile asked the still surprised bunny.
“Um-um yes I do. I just wan-”
“HOLD UP” shouted Viper as she slithered towards the Nick, Judy and Mama Oldie.
“What is it child?” asked Mama Oldie, wondering what the beautiful snake had to say.
“How do we know if we can trust her. Is she truly worthy of our trust? Of our respect. Is she truly worthy of our Nicky?” asked the viper not out of curiosity, but out of hate.
Though out the centuries, reptiles were feared for their intimidating appearance. Their venomous fangs, their strength and razor sharp teeth. Which reptiles of the past were not capable of speech. So the mammals did not see them as equals. But as animals, like bugs, birds and fish. So they were all hunted down out of fear. To what the mammals thought to extinction. But the reptiles went into hiding. Using the art of camouflage to survive. To never reveal themselves to the world. They learned to talk and read from the mammals. But in hiding where no one could see them. They trusted one another with their lives. Trust only reptiles, never mammals. They made the code of reptile. Ones joy is everyone’s joy, ones sorrow was everyone’s sorrow, If you hurt one you hurt all, you betray one you betray all. Anyone outside of the family that hurts, betrays, or kills one of them. No mercy, no forgiveness just painful death. Trust is very sacred to the reptile. It was the only way they survived this long. Nick was the first and only mammal they ever let in the family. Because they saw how he was treated like less then nothing for being something he couldn’t help. He was just like them. Nick hustled pawsicles to make money for the family. They would sneak into stores unseen using their camouflage to take what they need and leave the money. Nick was their most trusted member of the family.
“You’re right Viper” Mama Oldie answered agreeing with the snake. “Let me see if you is worthy.”
Judy did not know what to expected. But whatever it is, she was scared but ready.


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Judy is safe. But for how long? Will Mama Oldie see if Judy is worthy of their trust? And will Clawhauser stop fainting? Find out next chapter and please please comment and tell me what you think. You’re all awesome.😁


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Friend: A Lance and Lotor Fic

*This is just fun people, please don’t send hate and if you don’t like, please blacklist it.


http://archiveofourown.org/works/9466481

Lance gave an annoying groan as he collectively got yelled at again when he went to try something stupid.


It wasn’t his fault he wanted to kick the rock like a soccer ball. He just missed home.


How was he supposed to know he’d kick the things so damn hard it would almost take out a city.


“I said I am sorry. I won’t do it again….” Lance pouted. He looked at the comms, seeing how he really messed up this time. “No one got hurt.”


“That’s not the point Lance.” Shiro let out a tired sigh. “Let’s head back to the base, get some R&R.”


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Child of Darkness: Chapter 4 - A divide

Child of darkness (an original work by cassiancalore)

Arabella just turned sixteen and that means she can take part in the competition that selects new recruits for the Royal Guard of Agros. When the competition goes south she sees herself in a dangerous situation, and is saved by a childhood friend she had not seen in years, only to discover he is actually the prince of Agros. After a life endangering situation, Arabella discovers the presence of a dark power lurking beneath her skin; a power that can change not just herself and her life, but the world around her. But that power also puts a target on her back, and with enemies closing in from all sides, she has to balance fighting for herself and for those she loves, while uncovering the secrets of her real bloodline.

Character posters: Bella, Corvin, Rhea, Callum

Chapters: Previous | Next

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Notes: Long chapters are long. I regret nothing. :D


“No,” Bella said, her tone harsh. Vin was taking her off the horse, lifting her up by her waist, as he offered her a spot in the royal guard - his personal guard, more specifically. They stood in front of her house, where she saw shadows peeking the windows, but no one came outside.

“Why not?”

“I didn’t get in, I got destroyed, I don’t deserve the position.”  Corvin’s hand went into his hair, throwing a handful of hair from left to right.

“Does that matter? I can give you a position,” he said exasperated, hands flailing a bit, before he noticed what he was doing and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“It matters to me. I want to get in fairly.”

“But Bella-”

“No, Vin. I wouldn’t even be any good, I’ve had almost no training.”

He sighed through his nose, and something in his expression shifted, he became more serious, the muscles on his jaw hardening and hands coming out of his pockets for his arms to cross across his chest. That, Bella realized, was his prince face. She was about to get ordered by the prince of Agros, instead of being asked for something by her friend.

“Before you order me to do anything-”

“You don’t even know what I’m about to say, Bella.” Even though his face was closed off, and a fire burned in his eyes, his tone was the same. Softer, even. Like there was a beast living inside of him, and he could keep it in just enough not to yell at her.

“Okay, sorry.” She gestured for him to speak.

“Let me train you.”

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“Whatever You Want”

Summary: Will Solace has fundamentally changed Nico di Angelo’s life, and Nico isn’t sure what to think about it.

(Basically I’m just really thirsty and wanted to write them kissing, sue me.) 

Nico didn’t really know how, exactly, he started training with the Apollo cabin.

It had happened slowly, gradually, a steady, quiet change that Nico barely noticed. The beginning of a rainstorm, lonesome droplets tumbling onto the sidewalk and shattering. Dawn breaking over the horizon, staining the sky shades of pink. Springtime.

First, Will got wind of the fact that Nico had been practicing his swordsmanship alone with a test dummy.

“I’m fine,” Nico grumbled, when Will approached him about it. “I’ve been training alone for years, I don’t need any help.”

Will had looked deeply disturbed and had clapped a hand to his chest in dramatic disgust. “Dummies don’t fight like people, Death Boy,” he’d sniffed. “I’m coming along next time. You can train with me.”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“Nope. I’m coming.”

“Solace-”

“Nope. Let it happen, Death Boy. Just let it happen.”

Nico opened his mouth to protest again, to tell Will that he fit better in the silence, that he made more sense alone, but Will’s jaw had set, and his eyes glinted with the sort of challenge that Nico recognized all too well.

After all, despite their immeasurable differences, there was something parallel - something determined and stubborn and steel - running through the veins of both boys.

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anonymous asked:

Hello, may I please have an scenario where at an event thrown by a mutual ally Chrome, Yamamoto, Tsuna and Hibari's s/o whose father is an Vongola allied Politician keeps being intercepted by other politicians and businessmen’s wife’s asking for her to meet their sons, grandsons and/or nephews. How do they intertwine? "Save their damsel in distress" she’s often vocal about the boring her to tears nephews, creepy sons, and obviously don't understand NO grandsons.

Chrome

How they met:

“You are new,” a beautiful violet-haired woman stopped you the moment you walked into the club. She was like a glacier- beautiful, cold and elegant.

“Yeah, this is my first time here,” you said nervously. 

“Are you a spy? Did they send you from an enemy famiglia?” The woman demanded and you jumped from fear.

“Where am I? In some James Bond movie?” You started rambling when you were nervous. “My dad is this annoying big-shot and I thought going to a shady club would be a great way to rebel against him. I had no idea this was a private club-”

“I know a thing or two about difficult parents,” Chrome gave you a small smile. “If you really want to make a statement you should get a tattoo or piercing.”

“I like that idea,” you grinned. “Do you know a good tattoo parlor?” 

“Save their damsel in distress from suitors/old ladies” scenarios:

“Chrome!” You nearly ran to your girlfriend. “I can’t deal with their whining anymore. No, I don’t want to date your creepy son, you old bat. You want power so much, you would marry me if I gave you the choice!

Chrome giggled and ran her hand down your hair. “If you insist, I can brainwash them or make you invisible.”

“Invisible?” You glared at her. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me about that option before? You know how much time that would save me? Use your illusions to help me out, Chrome!”

Yamamoto

How they met:

“Hi there,” you approached one of your father’s guests. “I heard that you’re a Rain Guardian.”

“And you must be Senator (Last Name)’s daughter,” Yamamoto grinned. He took your hand and kissed it. “Please call me Takeshi.”

You gave me a disinterested look. You were used to men flirting with you for your father’s power… or was he just being polite? Whatever.

“Can you make it rain?” You asked.

“Well,” Yamamoto gave you and amused look. “I don’t do it often, but I can.”

“Good,” you said. “They are switching off the water today, stupid municipality, but my delicate flowers will dry off. Help me.” You were about to walk away but you were pulled close.

“I believe the magical word is ‘please’,” Yamamoto said, his breathe fanning your neck.

“Save their damsel in distress from suitors/old ladies” scenarios:

“I hope you are pure,” the creepy grandson edged closer to you. You had no idea how the creep had managed to corner you in the party.

“Pure?” You laughed uneasily. You weren’t drunk enough for this.

“Yeah. You see, I like my whores experienced but my wife shouldn’t have been touched by any other man. I want her pure. So you’re pure, right?”

You wanted to vomit. Before you could reply, you were interrupted.

“I’m afraid she’s as tainted as they get. Every skin has been touched,” Yamamoto bit your earlobe and you shuddered. “Multiple times.”

The man paled. Everyone knew about the second deadliest assassin in the business. Quiet as a shadow, deadly as Hell.

You watched as the man nearly ran out of Yamamoto’s way and turned around to glare at your boyfriend.

“You’re going to scare away all of them from now on,” you huffed and he just gave you a sheepish grin.

Tsuna

How they met:

“Who are you?” You asked the person who killed everyone of your kidnappers and was currently untying you. There was something about him that was completely unnerving.

“Don Vongola,” he grinned, despite the blood all over his face and white shirt. “But a beautiful thing like you can call me Tsuna.”

“Don Vongola?” You tried to remember where you heard that… “So you’re one of my father’s mafia associates.”

“Correction, love. Only mafia associate. He is not going to be making deals with other famiglia’s if he knows what’s good for him. Your dearest father is going to pass a law that will make it easier for me to deal drugs across borders. Saving his princess, personally, is the least I can do.”

You were kidnapped and the person rescuing you seemed to worse than any of the men who took you. You didn’t know exactly how to react.

“Stop staring at my cleavage, asshole,” you finally said.

“Save their damsel in distress from suitors” scenarios:

“Darling, you will be a lovely addition to our family,” one of the mothers in the party said. “Your father’s influence and our money. Imagine the power-”

“Yes, yes,” you agreed. “That sounds rather lovely.” Couldn’t they leave you alone for a minute? Not for the first time, you cursed being related to the Vongola’s political puppet.

“Hello, ladies,” Tsuna swooped in and you nearly choked on your shrimp.

You watched the way the power-hungry hags swooned over him and frowned. Nana was so gentle and kind compared to these vultures.

“Don Vongola-” you tried to greet politely but was immediately interrupted by a ravishing kiss. The kiss left you breathless despite the fact that you just made out in front of those hags.

“Take care of my woman, ladies,” Tsuna winked at you and left quickly.

You glared at his back.

 No sane person would try to pair up Don Vongola’s woman with their son but this was going to lead to a whole new set of problems.

Hibari

How they met:

Despite being the daughter of a powerful politician, you preferred to prepare and cook for your own meals. You were going about your business and shopping in the food place until…

“Move, herbivore,” you looked up to see a cold, aloof, attractive man waiting for you to move out of the way so he could grab some cabbage. He seemed so out of place in his expensive suit, though.

You were a particularly bad day so you just snapped at him.

“Herbivore?” You asked the rude man. “Don’t you see the meat in my basket? Humans are omnivores. Someone clearly failed first grade science.”

“Save their damsel in distress from suitors” scenarios:

“Why are you in a date with another man?” Hibari didn’t bother hiding his malice and directed it all at your suitor. You were in a nice restaurant and of course, your boyfriend-whatever had to ruin it.

“Well, I’m a young lady with good prospects. It’s time I check out all my options. It’s not like I’m in an actual relationship,” you said haughtily, ignoring the fact that your date was nearly going to pee in his pants. “Remember, how you said you hated being tied down? And couldn’t care less about the hags bothering me to meet their sons-”

Hibari pulled you up and close to him. “You are going to be bitten to death for this, omnivore.” He whispered. He dragged you to the nearest hotel and you gave a sympathetic look to your creepy date.

No Love pt.2 - Jungkook

Summary : What will happen to that girl, that one person out of more than 7 billion that he chose to work off all the anger he had inside of him toward the Human kind during all these years. He will certainly torture the poor thing, play with her mind, play with her feelings, and in the end end, he’ll kill her, like he always do.Because he’s a demon, and that’s what demons do, bad things.

  Genre : Demon!au, angst, fluff [mention of violence]

Word count : 1760

I apologize for every grammar or spelling mistake, keep in mind that English isn’t my first language ♥

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It has been months, freaking months since he got back home, where he belonged, where his family, friends or whatever they were lived. Yet he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He couldn’t help but thinking about those moments he spent with her, those moments where he wasn’t supposed to feel anything, where he should have just killed her like every other demons would do to their human. But he didn’t. He didn’t and without knowing it, he grew feelings for his human, he cared about her and couldn’t get her out of his mind even thought he tried.

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come as you are

requested

(Y/M/N) = your middle name

The paradisal island of Neverland came into few, coming up as quickly as the ship barreling towards it would go. You stood leaning against the rail of the ship, enjoying the smell of salt water in the air and the ocean mist. It was your first time visiting Neverland and it was truly a magnificent place, resembling Fiji or the Bahamas in the summer time.

Cheers chimed around from the pirates at the sight of land, but the only one who wasn’t cheering was Hook himself. He stood at the tip of the ship, yelling orders out with a brooding look on his face. He had come here for a reason, and you had a very important role in the reason.


Pan sat around the logs with the rest of the Lost Boys. Although he didn’t partake in much of the group conversation, he amusingly listened along to the stories and the bickering. Pan leaned back and sighed contently.

He suddenly tensed, a feeling overtaking the tightened muscles in his body.

“Is everything alright?” Felix whispered beside him, making sure to keep his voice low. Pan took a deep breath, an excited smirk blossoming onto his face.

“There’s someone on the island. Rather, lots of someones.”


“You understand what you need to do, right lass?” Hook asked, keeping his hand tight on your shoulder. You spoke in hushed voices, aware of any possible Lost Boys hiding in the thicket of trees.

“Keep Pan distracted while you and your men break into his camp to find the pixie dust.” You said echoing the plan back. It had sounded easy enough when Hook had first approached you in Storybrooke asking for your help. He didn’t specify why he needed the pixie dust, only telling you it was important and that he would pay you generously if you agreed.

“Good, good. We will be here no longer than three days. If by the end of three days you don’t make it back to the ship by dusk, we’ll have no choice but to leave you behind.”

Your face paled at his words. Left behind on Neverland with a narcissist boy ruler? You shook your head. “That won’t be necessary because I’ll make it back with extra time to spare.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Hook laughed. With a few more words of encouragement, he set you off in the direction of Pan’s camp. According to the plan Hook created, you were to act as if you were dropped here by the Shadow, find Pan and his boys and keep them away from their own camp for a few hours. Sounded pretty easy, right?

“Wrong.” You sighed. Going in deeper and deeper into the forest meant coming closer to Pan’s camp, which caused your heartbeat to accelerate. The hot sun beat down over the top of your head, creating a drowsy feeling in your bones. Rustling from behind you snapped you out of your thoughts.

“What do we have here?” A deep voice asked. Putting on a helpless face, you spun around.

“Finally someone!” You gasped. “I’ve been walking around here forever.”

“You…” He paused, puzzled. “The Shadow dropped you here?” He pushed his hood off and reveled his handsome face. His blond hair frizzed out around him, a large scar ran down one part of his cheek. His blue eyes were full of undeniable question and curiosity.

“Yes! I was sleeping and before I knew it, this black shadow thing came and kidnapped me! He dumped me onto the beach and flew away!”

The boy nodded slowly, looking no less confused as before. When he didn’t respond for a good few seconds, you interrupted the silence with a huff.

“Can you just tell me where any kind of civilization is? I’m tired and it’s hot.”

He snapped out of his daydream, nodding. “Follow me, we’re going to camp.”


“A Lost Girl?” Pan snorted. He stood in front of you, crossed arms and raised eyebrows. Felix shrugged beside you.

“She says the Shadow dropped her here, I don’t know how else she would’ve gotten here.” Pan ignored Felix’s words.

“What’s your name, love?”

“(Y/M/N),” You said, throwing your middle name out rather than your first. “And don’t call me love. Can you tell me where I am?” Playing this part was easier than I thought. You smiled internally.

After a few more beats of silence, Pan uncrossed his arms with an annoyed eye roll. “You’re on Neverland. And I’ll call you what I please.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, who even are you?” You fired back, making Felix shuffle nervously. Pan’s jaw tensed, narrowing his eyes down on you.

“I am Peter Pan. I rule this island and whatever I say, goes. Since your new here… I won’t punish you like I would’ve if someone else spoke that way to me.” You looked up at him through your lashes, ignoring the mean smugness laced through his features.

“Well, sorry. I’m just really tired. Is there anywhere I could rest?” Pan held your stare. Something about you was odd and not adding up but he refrained from making a scene in front of the rest of the boys. He jerked his head in the direction of the tents, turning around and stalking towards them. It was starting to get dark, making the sky turn from a bright aqua blue to a to a dull mixing of sunset colors, reminding you of an oil painting.

You followed him and without as much as a word from either of you, you crawled into an empty tent and laid on the uncomfortable ground. This was going to be a long three days.


Over the course of two days, you were able to get the majority Lost Boys out of camp, giving enough time to Hook and his men to successfully scavenge Pan’s tree house and leave.

It was the morning of the final day you were here. You sat in your tent, extremely proud of yourself for how easy it had been to fool a bunch of boys. None of them had suspected anything, some even tried talking and making friends with you.

You picked at your nails, as they’re was nothing much to do until Pan and the boys left to go hunting as they said they would. As soon as they left, you would run and make a beeline for the ship that sat hidden behind the island.

The flaps of your tent were thrown open and in stormed Pan himself. You scooted back, startled, and made a sound of annoyance at his unexpected entrance.

“You’re a liar.” He whispered.

“What?”

“Don’t ask me how, but I can feel it. You’re not really who you say you are.” His cheeks were blushed from the heat and he watched you with narrowed, angry eyes. If you moved any closer you could touch noses.

You pushed his broad shoulders back in order to distance yourself, but that was hard to do in a cramped tent.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Peter Pan.” You whispered back just as angrily.

“There’s a reason your here, Lost Girl. When you were came onto my island I felt not just you, but multiple people.” His lips slipped into a nasty grin as he leaned his face closer, as if to tease you.

“Who are you working for? My father? The Evil Queen?”

“I’m not working for anyone.” You hissed. He shook his head.

“Liars never win.”

“Move, Pan.” He shook his head again and sat with his back towards the tent opening, not allowing you out.

“If I check around island, will I find you’re telling the truth? Because I have so many ways to punish you otherwise.” His eyebrow shot up suggestively, making your face scrunch. You faltered for a reply because somewhere around the island Hook’s ship was waiting for you. Would Pan find it that easily? You hoped Hook was smart enough to hide it.

“Let’s make a deal,” He continued with a grin.

“No.”

“Ah, you didn’t let me finish. If you tell me everything you know; the exact reason you’re here, I’ll allow you safe passage off the island… Unless you want to stay, of course.” You looked down, a million thoughts through your head. Your sudden quietness made Pan’s smirk widen, as he finally got you. As you were about to open your mouth and speak, another voice beat you to it.

“Hey Pan, you ready to go hunting? Everyone’s waiting for you.” Pan’s jaw tensed as he looked behind him at the younger Lost Boy who stood there. He was so close to getting you to confess, so close to —.

“Pan can you hear me? I said everyone is —.”

“I heard what you said!” Pan growled behind him, taking his gaze off of you. “Tell them I am on my way.”

The young boy nodded and trotted off, happy with the answer. Pan turned back to you, tightly gripping the sides of your jaw with his thumb and forefinger. He leaned in close and whispered low, “Don’t even think about running off. I expect you to be here when I return.”

You angrily tugged your face from his hold and with one last glare, Pan left the tent, stomping down the same path the boy went down. You anxiously waited and finally when you heard nothing except the usual sounds of the forest, you dashed out of camp, into the opposite direction the boys had left and off to coast line where you knew the ship was.


Pan felt the heavy presence of someone leaving his island, causing a frustrated grunt to leave his mouth. He had checked the whole island, how was it possible people kept entering and leaving it?

Lifting his head up, he flew into the sky and over the island’s horizon, only then spotting the retreating ship’s figure in the ever blue water. The Jolly Roger.

How had he been so stupid? He reached up and grabbed his hair in pure anger. Hook had sent you in the stall him while he sneaked around Pan’s back, which led him to his next question; what exactly did Hook take?

Transporting himself to his tree house, he found his room ransacked. Dresser knocked over, bed up turned. Muddy footprints covered the blankets strewn across the floor and books laid littered and ripped.

Pan rushed to kneel onto the floor, opening the one loose floor board that kept his most valuable item, only to find it gone. Hook had stolen the last bottle of pixie dust on the island.

Eerily calm, Pan stood up and clenched his fists. He knew exactly where he needed to go; the small lazy town of Storybrooke. If Hook stole the one most important thing Pan had, Pan would take it back and steal something twice as important to Hook; you.

Title: I see no eye in this storm 

Rating: T, Natan

Summary: Natalie accidently confesses her feelings for Satan after he shows a softer side but she fears she could have pushed him too far and now he could be gone, again.

A/n: This is by far the most angst that i have ever written, i have no idea how bc it was meant to be cute and fluffy but oh well, there will be a part 2 btw & feel free to tell me whacha think

and since its multiple parts ive posted it to Ao3 right here


Part 1

The rain was falling softly that night, and the moon was almost full so Natalie could see the street from her window as she lay in bed. Only the sound of the rain against the window could be heard from the inside of her dark room.

She had no idea what time it was, it was probably really late but she was having trouble sleeping.

Sometimes late at night when it rained or stormed she would think about her mother. She would come up with all different kinds of ideas of what she would be like, like how she would laugh or how her embrace would feel and she wondered how she would react to Lucifer

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"Boyfriend" Tag, a Blaine Gibson x Reader fic

Prompt: "hey! can I request a Blaine/Reader where blaine and reader are best friends, reader is also a vlogger and has to do the ‘I do my bf’s makeup’ tag, but since she’s single she uses Blaine. plot twist: blaine asks her out on camera so the title is actually accurate by the time it’s posted?“

Warnings: swears

Word Count: 1,376

Shooting something extra fun with @bgibbles tonight! Stay tuned for the video tomorrow night!

You send out the tweet and then grin evilly over at Blaine, who is looking more and more nervous with each passing second.

“Why do I feel like I’m going to regret agreeing to help you with this video?” He asks with hesitation.

“You love me too much to regret it!” You say with a laugh, grabbing him by the bicep and pulling him into your office. He mumbles something about that being true when you pull him in front of your camera set up and push his shoulders down so he drops into the desk chair.  He plays on his phone while you double check the camera’s settings.

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Terrible Trio

Notes: Request from celestial-nightlight.  What if Sabo, instead of trying to sail out to sea (and getting shot by a Celestial Dragon), escaped the nobles and went back to Ace and Luffy?

I’m focusing more on pre-leaving-Goa, since the timeframe wasn’t specified.


The fire had raged for hours.  Ace had barely been able to sleep because of the way it lit up the horizon, tricking his brain into thinking it was sunrise.  When sunrise finally came around, Ace was exhausted, dark circles lurking under his young eyes and his bandaged wounds still throbbing with dull pain.

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AU set shortly after Neverland, in which the gang find themselves in the Enchanted Forest trying to defeat the Wicked Witch – and, in Emma’s case, trying not to admit her feelings for the pirate, until circumstances conspire to admit it for her. Based on this post.


She doesn’t meet his eyes after the ogre attack that nearly kills her. She lets her mother hug her, reassures everyone loudly that she’s okay, she’s fine, but she doesn’t look at him.

She doesn’t run to him when they rescue him from the Wicked Witch’s minions, his shirt ripped and his cheek bloodied. His eyes do meet hers, though, and she remembers thinking she’d never see him again. She remembers how she fought, with quiet, deadly determination and flat-out refusal to accept any other outcome than this.

She leaves the room once she’s healed his wounds after the skirmish with the flying monkeys, the claw marks and the blood imprinted on her memory. She doesn’t want to be there when he wakes up, and she leaves it to her mother to check on him. She knows he’s healed. And she knows that she doesn’t want to see him with his shirt off when he’s not hurt—or rather, she does, which is exactly why she shouldn’t.

He follows her lead and does not reach out to her, does not take her hand or hug her the way she sometimes thinks he wants to.

But they are still on the same team, and he does not hold back with his opinions.

And that’s how they end up here.

“Swan, I really don’t think that you want to do this.”

“Yeah? Well, I think I do, so we’re doing it.”

I’m not.”

“No one’s asking you to!”

“I know th—I’m merely voicing a concern.”

“Oh, now you’re concerned?”

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Walls We Build

Well, I saw a prompt and I was struck by the plot bus. Or, well… I don’t even know what to call this. A sort of PWP (does anyone use that anymore?) that is turning into this multi-chaptered thing in my head because @lessnoiseandmoregreen can’t keep her mouth shut. Yes, I am blaming ALL OF THIS on you, lady. Quit feeding me more ideas, I said I didn’t have time for this! I cannot promise any sort of regular update. Mostly I will come back to this months later and will post something else in-universe because that’s how long it takes me to write and edit. I do have the second part of this ready to post though so I won’t leave you hanging on this one. It will wrap up neatly, promise.

Anyway. The prompt idea I saw was “You’re my next door neighbor and you have an obnoxious cat that you’re not supposed to have in your apartment. When I go to confront you about it, you’re actually really hot. I promise not to tell the landlord about the cat if you let me come over to pet it whenever I want.” This sounded like it was made for Hiccstrid :)

This installment rated hard T, maybe technically soft M? for swearing and suggestive language. This will change with later chapters. I’m somewhat new to this fandom so I was too shy to just come on out smut guns a blazin’, but followers of me and my Titans work know I can’t resist that siren call for long, sooooo….College AU with healthy doses of Sasstrid and Snarkcup. I don’t even know what happened with Ruff, she just showed up and started writing herself. Anyway, here take this, if you made it through my ridiculous author’s note.


This was the last straw. She was furious.

A thump, the sound of something ceramic breaking, and a muffled groan of protest filtered through the paper thin walls of her apartment.

Aww, son of a- that was my favorite coffee cup, you useless animal.”

She pounded on the wall over the bed, like she had done several times a day for the past two weeks.

Great, now you’ve got us in trouble again. I saw that! Don’t look at me like that, this is your fault.”

She would move her bed away from the adjoining wall if she could, but her furniture arrangement options were limited by the small room and the location of the door and closet. She flopped back against her pillow, growling in frustration.

Her idiot neighbor’s cat, the one that technically isn’t allowed in student housing, was making it impossible to study for her midterms. This ass clown moved in two short weeks ago and she was positive she’d never been so annoyed in her life. Their schedules didn’t seem to match up; she hadn’t even run into him getting the mail or in the parking lot, but she sure heard from him and his stupid cat enough at night. He stayed up and played music until two in the morning. Who even listens to Modest Mouse anymore? Her neighbor did. At annoyingly loud levels while she was trying to study or sleep.

It was just another infraction committed in a long list of grievances she had. He clomped around his apartment with an odd gait, unlike anyone she had ever heard. His useless animal knocked things over all the time with that annoying little cat trill. Or it would meow at three in the morning and she’d hear him stumble out of bed and scold it with biting sarcasm. His bed must be against the same wall as hers, because aside from the cat and the music the most annoying thing of all was when he brought a girl home and she heard everything through the wall, right next to her. He wasn’t loud but his lady friend was the vocal sort and she couldn’t help pounding on the wall then, to her satisfaction causing an argument and breaking up whatever was happening in that room before she had to listen to it advance any further.

He was mad at her and she supposed she couldn’t blame him. He slammed one angry fist on her wall, making her jump. He sighed then and left his room. It almost made her feel bad, but at the same time she really didn’t need an almost front row seat to her already obnoxious neighbor getting laid.

Ahh, Bud! Bud, stop it! Those are my good brushes! Toothless stop chewing on them!”

This kid, did he not even see the irony in that statement? She couldn’t take it anymore. She huffed out loud and scrambled off her bed, threw open her bedroom door and stomped through the living room.

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anonymous asked:

hey guy! do you know of any sterek fics with insecure derek?

As if Derek needed to hate himself more than he already does, Anon. WHY MUST YOU HURT MY BBY IN THIS WAY

You Were (Not) Meant For Me by ShanaStoryteller

(1,696 I Teen I Complete)

Claudia signed a contract to raise Stiles to be a powerful witch and Laura Hale’s future mate. But then she died. Then the Hale fire happened. Then Laura died.

“At first, it’s because it would be too great a disrespect to the sister he loved. To take her status in death is one thing, but this - it would be too much, like instead of mourning her loss, he’s sliding into her skin and trying to call it his own.”

Damn Adipose by Bananafofo

(2,419 I Explicit I Complete I High School AU I Part One of this series)

Derek and Stiles are soul mates, which they’re both ecstatic about. The only problem is Derek is sort of insecure about everything because he may be a little bit chubby.

My Soft Place to Land by AromanticMalia

(3,209 I General I Complete I Sick Fic)

“I want- No. I am demanding a date without any of this. No monsters, no goo, no running for my life. Just you and me, going out like normal people.”

“If that’s what you want, I think we’re just going to have to stay in,” Derek says. He doesn’t say, if that’s what you want, you’ll have to get a new boyfriend, because if Stiles hasn’t figured out yet that his life would be much easier without werewolves, without the supernatural, without Derek, then Derek isn’t about to clue him in.

OR

Derek gets sick and accidentally lets a few things slip.

Virtually Perfect by andrea_deer

(3,519 I Teen I Complete I Online Relationship)

He’s just one click away…

Stiles’ is ready for the next step – to meet in person. He wants to make it real with Jason or jcastro88 or whatever his name actually is. Sure, he is terrified, but their virtual relationship has left him in a constantly aroused state, hungry for a taste of Jason’s lips and the touch of his skin. He wants to make love – all night long – to the guy who’s captured his heart sight unseen.

Except, the meeting of notyourrobin69 and jcastro88 goes nothing like they’ve planned…

“…So?” by SaltySweetLicorice

(6,945 I Mature I Complete I Chubby!Derek and Body Appreciation; High School AU)

Stiles is sixteen and head over heels in love with Derek, however, it’s been six months and they haven’t done more than kissing and he has yet to see his gorgeously hot boyfriend shirtless. Stiles figures the reason for Derek’s shyness might be that he’s slowly easing himself into the whole ‘intimacy with boys’ thing, but a run-in with bullies during date-night reveals the source of Derek’s insecurities to be something else entirely: his weight.

And Dwell Beneath My Shadow by lielabell

(8,695 I Mature I Complete)

Derek is not stupid. He gets why Stiles puts up with him. It’s clear every time Stiles looks at him, the spicy scent of lust and arousal Stiles’s body can’t help but put off. It doesn’t surprise him. Not at all. Derek knows what he looks like, knows that his face and his body are more than enough to compensate for his shitty personality. Stiles wants him more than he is annoyed by him. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s not anything to be amazed over, nothing to write home about. Stiles isn’t the first– and most likely won’t be the last– hormone soaked teen who has panted over Derek.

won’t you stay, stay with me by scepticallyopenminded

(11,850 I Explicit I Complete)

To say he thought about it was an understatement. Derek thought about it a lot. Almost all the time, even when they were in the middle of a pack meeting and talking about things completely unrelated to college or the future or anything, even once when he was actually mid-fight with a pair of sprites.

The thing was, he really did want to move down to Palo Alto with Stiles, he really did want to spend the rest of his life with Stiles, he really did. And yes, sure, definitely, he’d thought again and again about making Stiles his mate, and maybe someday his husband, locked together by the laws of the supernatural and the humans alike. But – cliché as it may sound and be – he also realized that Stiles was only seventeen. They’d only been dating for six months, he was only seventeen, and Derek – he also really wanted Stiles to be able to live as regular a life as possible, besides all the supernatural stuff, and having a twenty-five year old boyfriend while being a freshman in college really didn’t give off the vibe of “normal”.

Let Me Keep This One by LadyFaceElena

(13,682 I Explicit I Complete I Warning: Depression I Part One of this series)

“You’ve gone quiet again. Did I freak you out?” Stiles looked concerned and he was still holding on to Derek’s arm which had gone tense.

“No. I… no you didn’t,” Derek said in a rush. “I just didn’t expect to meet anyone. Like you,” he added.

“Fantastic and glorious?”

Derek bit his lip for a second, then said, “Well yes. Kind of.”

Cross a Canyon (with a broken limb) by theroguesgambit

(18,009 I Teen I Complete I Fake/Pretend Relationship)

“You never graduated,” Stiles says, just to say it. To test it out in the open air. That’s… huh.

Stiles spends his senior year battling troll-gremlins, taking on an unexpected tutoring job, and definitely not falling for a certain sourwolf (even though everyone else seems to think he is).

ENJOY CRYING OVER DEREK’S MANPAIN,

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