i found this entirely too funny


#well that plan definitely backfired

I think one detail that makes Yuuri’s embarrassment over his Viktor posters even funnier

is that Viktor keeps a framed picture of himself

in his room

but wait

that picture 

looks familiar 

I’m not saying that Viktor found Yuuri’s poster collection but it is entirely possible that Viktor found Yuuri’s poster collection

Centuries in the Making: Part 7

Prompt: Description: An average human, an Original Vampire, and a bond so strong no magic can break it. New Orleans is in for a hell of a ride.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

    “They’re getting married?”

    Elijah nods, “Yes. Apparently the ceremony will allow the rest of her pack to take on her ability to control the shift at will.”

    You bounce Hope up and down as Elijah watches, “Does she love him?”

    “She cares for him, in time it could become love. In the meantime they are currently facing trials in the bayou, Klaus is sulking in his art studio, Rebekah is helping Marcel with his new vampire community, and we are on babysitting duty.”

    You smile at him, “Which you love.”

    He smiles back, and you pass him Hope, “I will admit that I quite enjoy spending time with this little one.” You watch him bounce the little girl, and she smiles at him, “I always wanted children.” he admits softly, “I was at an age where I should have already been married and had  some when I was turned, but my mother was very against the idea of us marrying anyone other than our soulmates. My father thought it was ridiculous, but it was one issue my mother could not be swayed on.”

    “A romantic at heart?” You guess.

    He shakes his head, “A psychopath.” He pauses, “What about you?”

    You shrug, “Never gave it much thought. I was always determined to get out of that town. Figure out who I was. I always figured I could figure the other stuff out later.”

    Elijah nods, and the conversation is very carefully dropped. Half an hour later you lie Hope down for a nap when you hear the start of commotion downstairs. You glance at Elijah, and a second later he’s gone. There’s more shouting, and with one last look at Hope, you leave to figure out what exactly is going on.

    You come downstairs to find two groups of people facing off against each other. You recognize Kol, off to the side protecting a small brunette. You stay up on the balcony, away from the commotion. You watch as Elijah tries to calm whatever is brewing. That’s when he walks in.

    He’s not a friendly, you can see that much. Everything from his posture, to the scowl on his face. It reminds you of some of your students at the high school; he was looking for a fight and he wasn’t going to leave until he got one.

    “You went after our mother?” His screech is filled with underlying power, and the need to be near Elijah is so strong it has you running. You take the stairs two at a time drawing his attention. Sensing you, Elijah’s hand encloses around your own, before pulling you into his side.

    His attention focus’ on you, “She wasn’t wrong.” He scoffs, “How a beast like you, received this gift I’ll never know. The magic radiating off of the two of you, it’s sickening. The bond is supposed to be pure. It’s supposed to be a magic that helps to create a coven to protect those most important to us, and somehow you’ve manipulate that magic. Dirtied it. I can’t allow that to stand.”

    You feel it first, the aching headache, and then you’re on your knees the pain is so bad. You let out a scream, and then the tears come, it feels as though your brain is being compressed. In some part of your mind you can hear Elijah doing the same. Your hand reaches for him, and out of the corner of your eye you watch as the two surrounding groups are brought to their knees.

    Then you feel it, his hand in yours. Your fingers lock together, and then the pain is gone. Like a burst of energy it goes outward. You watch the man go flying. He stares at the two of you, and you watch blood run out of his nose. A second later he grips his head, He mutters out words to himself, before stumbling away.

    You look around at the surrounding groups. They’re all groaning, and appear to be in more than a little pain. Kol is the first to speak, “Well that was our brother Finn. As you can tell, he has anger issues.”

    Three smart ass replies come to mind, but instead the need to hurl comes over you. You stumble towards the bushes, and Elijah’s hands pull your hair back. When your stomach is empty a weariness comes over you.

    Together you and Elijah sink to the ground. He pulls you onto his lap, and wraps his arms around you. His voice is a growl, “What was that?”

    Kol stares at the two of you, “He tried to attack the bond.You haven’t sealed it yet, so it can still be broken.”

    “I don’t understand.” Your voice is hoarse.

    Kol sighs, “There are always loopholes to magic. There has to be. To keep any one coven from gaining too much power, there was a loophole created, a soulmate bond can be broken as long as it isn’t sealed. However, if it’s broken both parties die.”

    You groan, “So it was an assassination attempt?”

“Yep, but the two of you found each other. That connection, skin touching skin, allowed the bond to flow and rebound. The pulse of magic sent the pain and dark magic back at him. Quite funny if you think about it. He probably thought the bond was a fake, or an imitation. Couldn’t even sense the real deal through all that hatred. Poor Finn. Still, if I can offer my original advice, seal the DAMN bond.”

You want to say something, but you feel entirely too weak to do so. Elijah simply strokes you hair, and kisses your forehead and you allow yourself to fall asleep.

♢Between the Seams (1)

Originally posted by tyra2215

(( Time Travel AU ))  

(A/N): I’ve never been so excited to start a series in my life. I hope everyone enjoys reading as much as I had fun writing this! Heads up though, I have no idea how I’m gonna end this. Just get ready for a lot of emotional pain. Feedback is greatly appreciated!

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin 

Genre: Expect lots of angst and smut, if I dare

Trigger Warnings: (For now) Strong language, very suggestive themes. 

Word Count: 4058

Description: ‘Travellers’ are a rarity in this world, and so are the two men you treasure the most; your best friend, Jeon Jungkook and boyfriend, Park Jimin. They are the constant in your life that you’re never ungrateful for and you’ve never felt happier with both of them always by your side. 

But everything as you know it changes entirely the day the universe decides to gift with you a nasty surprise, and for the first time in a long while, the future scares you. Your life gradually falls apart in front of your eyes, and there’s nothing you can do to keep it from crumbling away altogether.

Or is there?

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okay I’m STILL not done the book yet because #life™ but some follow up reactions

  • The entire scene where Calypso and Apollo were trying to escape on the slow kiddy train at the Zoo had me in stitches holy shit
  • Apollo frantically hitting the gas and Calypso is just leisurely walking next to it while glaring at him??? And the guards? omfg I was dying
  • Meg’s entrance was dramatic and awesome good for her
  • Why the fuck is this 12 year old so good at sword fighting she can keep up with one of the deadliest swordfighters of the ancient world™
  • When Lit threatened Leo and Calypso essentially morphed into the knife emoji on spot. A plus.
  • I mean I’m just saying: I feel like a pregnant griffin isn’t more important than helping a tortured seven year old girl. But I still love Britomartis so I guess it’s whatever
  • I love how Lit was going on like he has a score to settle with Leo because ‘he and his friends’ fucked him up in Oklahoma but like….Leo didn’t contribute to that at all like Jason literally did everything during that fight??? That was kinda like important to Jason’s development and shit??? Leo and Piper were golden statues and Hedge was outside eating grass??? Shouldn’t Lit’s anger be focused on Jason??? lol
  • Idk I just found it funny (I want to see Jason Grace again)
  • Calypso managing to shove out some magic yeah girl!!!!
  • Leo meeting Meg was way too fucking funny omfg “so I understand you can like…control him?” and when Apollo tried denying it she makes him slap himself??? 😂
  • How did we fucking segue from lighthearted banter directly into Apollo having a vivid flashback of the time he had to murder the love of his life with his bare hands
  • Like I??? Was sobbing??? So hard???? Because a batshit insane Roman empire was getting killed by someone who loved him bc it was necessary for the world and the lover couldn’t stand to see anyone else hurt him??? Fuck me???? Rick Riordan ain’t real
  • “I couldn’t bare to look into the water without seeing my beloved’s betrayed face starring back” or whatever the fuck the line was but FUCK
  • Jo was a teenage girl crossdressing to fuck around with gangsters in the 1920′s before Artemis found her and honestly??? Goals
  • Also the scene where she was helping Apollo after his flashback was very sweet
  • Can’t believe the nerd spent like six hours playing soothing music just to get a griffin to lay an egg
  • Leo and Calypso better be whispering amongst themselves what I think they’re whispering
  • Leo seems a lot more…subdued than usual in this book? I don’t know if that’s just because we aren’t reading from his POV, or if it’s like a “I literally died and came back and then spent six months getting attacked every single day while trying to find home and now I’m stuck on another dangerous quest I’m fucking stressed” type thing, or if it could be from the relationship problems he’s having with Calypso, but either way he seems a little off and I’m worried about him
  • The Dread Pirate Valdez…leave.
  • How was that joke never made once on the Argo tho??? lol
  • The speed at which Leo seems to have emotionally adopted Meg is astounding and also #relatable
  • Meg’s far from my favorite character tbh but like??? I will probably punch everyone who’s ever frowned in her general direction in the face. Holy shit give this kid a break
  • She thinks Nero is scared of the mystery third emperor on the West Coast??? So….Caligula, probably? Laying my bets down on him now
  • I triggered the First Law of Percy Jackson” I had to put the book down bc I was laughing so hard I think that lines gonna end up on my gravestone or as the afterword in my autobiography omfg
  • “I’ve always had a phobia of snakes, especially if you included my step-mother Hera. BOOM!” I choked.
  • I like that half the time Apollo is able to figure out what to do to win because he has a general understanding of science
  • Like he knew his burst of godly voice power would only help so much, but he also knew if he stood in the right spot and yelled in the right frequency it would reverberate and knock over the bricks and shit??? NICE
  • How long were these kids wadding through a sewer how do none of them have hypothermia
  • Leo: *sets himself on fire* “Gather round, children.”
  • Like first off someone saying ‘gather round children’ is always going to make me laugh for some reason that’s just a fact but human torching it up really added to the effect lmao
  • Like okay I understand the set up of the room so that no one would look in the canal and see them but like…how the fuck did no one realize they were there that just felt too easy I’m sorry
  • Chia Girl
  • When they found the prisoners was horrifying omfg???
  • The two fucked up boys on a hunger strike???
  • “…Hunter the Hunter?” “Yeah, I’ve never heard that before.”
  • Tall, Dark and Jamie.
  • Apollo babe you’re on a rescue mission with a time crunch please you can check out Jamie later holy shit
  • Georgie made me wanna cry get her back to her Combat Moms immediately
  • The entire sequence of Apollo getting the door open: S C I E N C E  B I T C H
  • “Lemme just fill up some syringes with ammonia just in case”
  • Alright I’ll admit when Meg started insisting she had a feeling they needed to go through the door: I was really worried she was about to double cross him.
  • Glad I was wrong but tbh that whole arena dress rehearsal bullshit was STRESSFULL
  • S T R E S S F U L L
  • First of all: Apollo’s out here constantly complaining about his puny mortal body but manages to fight and climb and run with a heavy ass chair strapped to his back: okay,
  • Second of all: why did no one warn me about Livia the elephant I was on the verge of tears every time he mentioned her
  • Third of all: Monsters, ostriches, race cars, basketballs, football, human mercenaries, animals, like…what even the fuck else SO MUCH WAS GOING ON I would’ve died in ten seconds flat???
  • Fifth of all: THE FUCKING HUNTERS SHOW UP AND CAUSE EVEN M O R E CHAOS. Truly I don’t know how any of the main heroes survived that there was just too much.
  • The entire time I was reading it I was like “This feels like a giant fight at the climax of the book how the fuck are there more pages left what else is going to happen???” AND IM STILL WONDERING THAT LIKE
  • Thalia Grace has been returned to me.
  • Apollo’s strong urge to save Lit??? Okay I guess. It’s nice to see him being compassionate and shit but. I was kinda with Leo on that one lol
  • “Thalia Grace slid behind me on the elephant, which fulfilled one of the fantasies I’d had about the Hunter, although I never quite imagined it playing out like this” M E
  • What was his elephant-involved fantasy with Thalia I need a complete play by play lmao
  • Also the scene where Commodus dropped his composure for a sec and had a full-blown Angry Ex moment (which…he’s definitely entitled to). That was good and also I was highkey worried he might just try to kill my nerd then and there
  • Also that he’s not just mad that Apollo killed him but like. All their fucking history together. Shit’s intense.
  • Apollo loves this elephant so much after only like 15 minutes the first thing he’s gonna do when he’s immortal again is bless her or some shit
  • Also I’m glad they got that awful chainmail off her
  • The Hunters apparently just have a magical energy drink with mercury in it okay
  • Honestly??? I’m a little mad Artemis has been ordered not to contact him THE BOY JUST WANTS TO SEE HIS SISTER HOLY SHIT
  • Aaaaaand that’s about where I left off. Hoping to finish it all together the next time I get a chance. Hoping all the losers are alright. LOVING this book so far. Waiting to see an official reunion between Georgie and her Combat Moms. The Headless Ghost’s cryptic warning has me worried. Until next time…

Came home from school and found a very familiar cat sitting on our front porch, looking at me with a very put-off expression as if it wanted to You let me wait.

As soon as I saw the familiar black fur and the annoyed green eyes, I sighed. “Buddy, we talked about this – you don’t live here, remember?”


“Yeah, yeah,” I opened the door, letting the cat stroll into the apartment, and went straight for the phone to call my mum’s co-worker and my psychologist. “Uh, hey, Manuela. I found your cat again…”

“What?! Oh for the lord of… honestly, I still don’t know how he knows where you live. I’m so sorry for this rascal.”

“You’re laughing, though.”

“Only a bit. Can I come pick him up in an hour or so? I will be on lunchbreak then…”

“Yeah, sure,” I looked to the side, where Charly – that’s the rascal’s name – was sitting on the table, wiggling his tail while he aimed for my shoulder.

“Don’t you dare,” I muttered over at him.

“Sorry, what?”

“I was talking to your cat. Eh, an hour, you said. I will feed him something and we will wait for you, no problem.”

“Sweet! Thank you.”

I said goodbye and had barely time to put the phone down before Charly basically slammed into my shoulder from behind, claws digging into my sweater as he climbed upwards to perch on my shoulder.

Huffing, I shot him a look. “Happy now?”

Big green eyes stared back at me. “Meow.”

“You’re a handful, I hope you know that.”

I only got purring as an answer.


Short explanation – as I said, Charly is the cat of my mum’s co-worker who also was my psychologist for a while. He’s quite picky when it comes to humans, and his owners had always trouble finding someone who could watch over him while they were on vacation. Not because there weren’t people who volunteered, but because Charly bit and scratched and went completely wild whenever a “stranger” tried to enter the house to feed him.

When my mum’s co-worker heard that I like cats and are pretty good at handling them for some reason, she asked me if I could try feeding Charly for two days while she was on a business trip.

Well, long story short – Charly hissed and spit and went wild as soon as he saw me. He was a bit dumbfounded, though, when I just ignored him, walked past him and filled his bowl with his favorite food. Then I sat on the ground cross-legged, a few meters away from him and the bowl, pretending to be engrossed in a book that I had brought with me.

There was a long pause, before a very confused but curious cat started sniffing at my knee carefully, twitching away as I looked up for a moment. When I didn’t react further, he relaxed and went to eat.

Somehow, that had gained me his respect. The next day, he didn’t even try to fight me, prowling around me while I filled his bowl and purring contently all the while.

You can only imagine how dumbfounded I was when a few days later (my mum’s co-worker had already arrived back home) there was all of sudden a very familiar cat sitting on my front porch, meowing at me when I opened the door to see what was causing such a noise. Charly had come to visit me, entirely too content with strolling through our apartment and claiming my bed for himself. It took his owner coming over and picking him up that he left again.

Funny thing is – he lives at the other side of the town, and nobody knows how he found out where he had to go to see me.

Since then, that stubborn cat comes to visit me every two weeks or so, patiently waiting in front of my door until I come home from school. It’s as if he knows my schedule, always showing up exactly when it’s time for me to be home.

That damn cat adopted me for some reason. XD

anonymous asked:

Damian and Dick #4 ;)

“Damian, come on!” 

“No,” Damian replied, turning his back on Richard and crossing his arms. “Get out and don’t come back.” 

Hands touched his shoulders, but Damian shrugged them off and jumped away, scowling back at Richard and ignoring his pleading expression. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m no fool. I know you’re on Drake’s side!” 

“I’m not on anyone’s side,” Richard replied, putting his hands up in an insufferably placating manner. “I want the both of you to call this whole thing off and stop acting like children.” 

“Newsflash, Grayson, we are children!” Damian tried to push Richard out of the room but his older brother dug his heels in. “Drake’s childishness reflects badly upon him as he’s the older of the two of us, but how he chooses to conduct himself is not my business. Now get out and go be reasonable somewhere else!”  

Richard’s lips were twitching, and of course he found the whole thing funny. “Damian…don’t you think you’re taking this whole thing a little too far?” 

“No,” Damian replied. “No, I’m not. Stop trying to speak for Drake and mediate. He knows what he did and if he was really sorry he’d come and apologize to my face. I’ve done nothing wrong in this entire debacle and so it’s time I struck back.” 

“You threw a batarang at his head, Damian,” Richard said, in that excessively reasonable tone that Damian hated. 

“So?” Damian gave one last push and Richard sighed and let himself be shoved out of the room. Damian slammed the door closed in his face. “Drake can dodge just as well as the rest of us!” 

“We don’t throw batarang at family, Damian.” 

“Speak for yourself!” Damian shouted, kicking the door for good measure. “This is because I was raised an assassin, isn’t it?” 

Richard sighed, and Damian heard his head thunk against the door. “It really isn’t, Damian.” 

“He dealt me a mortal insult and I don’t see why you’re pretending there are two sides to this debate,” Damian said, sitting on his bed and eying the door and the window, lest Richard decide to be sneaky. “There is my side, and then there’s the wrong side, and by attempting to appease both of us and mediate you have given Drake exactly what he wants.” 


“—And another thing!” Damian scowled at the door once more. “Why are you here, attempting to convince me? If you were a true neutral party you would be attempting to convince him as well.” 

“I can’t be in two places at once,” Richard replied. “And I thought you’d—” 

“—You thought I’d bend to your will, I see how it is. How dare you try and manipulate me with our partnership. I thought it meant more to you than to be used as a bargaining chip for Drake at the first available opportunity!” 

“Damian, what are you—” There was an ominous pause. Damian stared at the door suspiciously. “Damian. You’re distracting me.” 

“No I’m not,” Damian replied, grimacing. He thought he’d had at least another five to ten minutes of arguments left. 

“You are,” Richard replied. “And if you’re being the distraction, that means—” 

Somewhere in the house, there was a scream. 

Richard swung the door open and gave him a narrow-eyed look. “You called Jason, didn’t you?” 

“Richard, our partnership was the greatest on the streets of Gotham, I assure you.” Damian got off the bed and made for the window and a quick escape out of the manor. “But I took to heart your point that I can grow from experience with other partners, and so I feel that in matters such as these, there’s another older brother more suitable to the task.” 

There was a crash and then Drake’s voice, ringing loud and clear through the manor: “Jason, get back here!” 

“At least this way you won’t be caught in the middle of our spats,” Damian said, shrugging and crawling out the window and making for the designated meeting point for Stage Two of the operation. 

Richard’s long-suffering expression was one he would treasure. 

Teach him to try and be ‘impartial’.

anonymous asked:

3 bnha characters of your choosing react to their s/o collapsing in front of them, severely wounded and on the brink of death

Seeing as how these three are pretty popular, I thought I’d choose them. If you were hoping for others, please let me know. Thank you for requesting! I hope you like it! <3

Katsuki Bakugou
“K-Katsuki?” Bakugou heard his name called just as he finished off the last villain. He turned around ready to see his beloved standing behind him, ready to go. Only, that wasn’t anything near what he saw.

There you were barely standing, holding your stomach, blood seeping through your fingers. Bakugou stared wide eyed at you, frozen to his place. You opened your mouth ready to say something, to assure him that you were okay but you couldn’t even do that because the next thing you know, you’re falling to the ground.

“Y/n!” Bakugou ran and caught you in his arms.

“I-I’m fine,” you choked out, a bit of blood flowing out from the side of your mouth.

“Fine my ass,“he responded trying to remain calm, trying to remain like himself as to not scare you. You could hear the worry and obvious fear in his voice.

Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t just scared, he was terrified and he didn’t know what to do. The only thing he did know was that you were bleeding out in his arms and he had to keep you calm, “Y-You’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be fucking okay.”

“I-I’m so- so sorry, Kat-suki,” there was more blood. Bakugou was trying so hard to put pressure on your wound to stop the blood but it was no use. His only goal was to stop the blood and save you, but he was failing. Bakugou was going to lose the only person he truly cared about, he was going to lose you.

Your eyes were starting to get droopy, you couldn’t keep them open for long anymore.

“No, no! Y/n! Keep your goddamn eyes open! You’re not dying on me! I won’t fucking let you!” Bakugou shouted, complete panic in his voice.

You were trying you really were, but the more time that passed, the weaker you grew. You were losing consciousness and everything was getting darker and darker. You were exhausted and the idea of closing your eyes to go to sleep sounded amazing. You smiled, at last you were going to get some much needed rest. The only thing bothering you was Bakugou’s shouting. Why did he sound so scared? Was something wrong? All you wanted was some sleep but you wouldn’t be getting any with Bakugou shouting your name like that.

“Y/n! Y/n! Stay with me! Don’t close your eyes!” Bakugou’s shouts failed to reach your ears. You had slipped into darkness and Bakugou was left shouting your name, to no avail, while covered in your blood.

“Please don’t die dammit….please fuck Y/n… open your goddamn eyes…” Bakugou begged as tears streamed down his now pale face. The sad part about all of this was that Bakugou never begged for anything, and the one time he did, his begs would go unanswered.

Shouto Todoroki
Todoroki had finished up with his fight and was heading to the meet up area. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when you appeared in his sight of vision. It looked like you were catching your breath or something since you were bent over, your hands on your knees. He shook his head, it wasn’t unusual for you to overwork yourself. He was already planning on lecturing you on it again when he watched as you collapsed.

His eyes widened and he ran over as fast as his tired legs could take him. He reached your body to see you gasping for air, “Y/n! What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I-I don’t-know,” you spoke in between breathes. You weren’t lying, you didn’t know what was wrong. All you knew was that you couldn’t breath, like something was suffocating you.

“Did you get hit hard somewhere?” Todoroki asked while looking over your body to see if you had any major injuries.

“N-no. His q-uirk…was…poi-son,” you choked out remembering your fight with the villain you just defeated. It was even harder to breathe and now your vision was even getting foggy.

His eyes widened, he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to pick you up and carry you somewhere but he didn’t want to risk spreading the poison faster. He started to panic, he was feeling useless. Here he was, watching and doing nothing as you laid there dying.

“Shou-to, I’m… sor-ry,” god you couldn’t breathe. You felt a burning sensation in your lungs, they were begging for oxygen, but somehow, you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was calming down Todoroki, whose face was covered with fear. You didn’t want to worry him so you tried keeping yourself calm.

“No Y/n, you did nothing wrong. I’m going to get you some help okay? Everything is going to be fine, you’re going to be fine,” he was breaking, you could hear it in his voice. The fear of losing you, the person he held so dearly, was too much. He couldn’t save you himself, that he knew, so the only thing left was running to get you some help. He wanted to go get help, but he didn’t want to leave you alone. A question ran through his mind, what if, when he came back, you were already dead?

“Go,” was all you could manage to say. The desire for oxygen grew too big, your vision was getting darker as the seconds passed, and Todoroki watched. He shook his head and wiped his eyes, where tears had fallen from without his knowledge. Then he ran, he ran as fast as he could, faster than ever, to go and get you help.

This time, there was only one thing going through his mind, would he make it back in time or would he lose you forever?

Izuku Midoriya
Izuku Midoriya was in the middle of moving around some rubble with a few others when he heard an explosion. He snapped his head in the direction of the explosion but brushed it off thinking it was Bakugou untiilll, “What the fuck was that?”

He turned to see Bakugou looking in the same direction he had been looking in just moments before. Then a realization hit him, you were sent in that direction. Midoriya dropped the rocks in his hand and sprinted in the direction of the explosion.

“Where the fuck are you going Deku?” he ignored Bakugou and kept running.

When he reached the area of the explosion he saw someone through the smoke. They were walking slow and their clothes looked torn, battered, and bloody. Once they stepped out completely, it was revealed that the person was you.

“Y/n!” he ran over and helped you walk out of the smoke, “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I- There was- I don’t know,” you responded in a daze. You two took a few steps when you suddenly lost your footing and collapsed. Midoriya quickly caught you before you hit the floor.

“Y/n!” that’s when he realized how injured you really were. There were cuts and scrapes, some deep, all over you. Deku gulped and started panicking. He picked you up and started running towards where his group was. He was yelling for help along the way when some old memory popped into his mind.

“Okay Izuku! I’m all ready, let’s go!” you ran out of the building smiling like an idiot, at least you were until you tripped.

“Y/n!” he ran over to you when you started laughing, “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“I’m- fine!” You couldn’t breathe from how hard you were laughing.

Deku helped you stand up, worried that you injured yourself, “Can you walk?”

“Yea-Nope!” you winced when you stepped on your foot.

“That’s okay! I’ll just carry you!” he blushed but smiled at you.

“Oh it’s oka-"he picked you up mid-sentence causing you to laugh.

He laughed too, the entire situation was unusual and he found the whole thing funny. After awhile you looked up at him, "I’m sorry Izuku.”

“For what?” he stared ahead as he walked.

“Tripping and having you carry me,” you responded, a light blush on your cheeks.

“It’s not your fault and I don’t mind. To be totally honest, I’m kind of enjoying this,” he responded with a smile.

“Me too,” you grinned to yourself.

The memory disappeared as fast as it came and reality hit him like a truck. Yes you were currently in his arms but it wasn’t after some silly little fall, this time it was serious. This time, your life was in danger and he might lose you, for good. To prevent that, Deku knew what he had to do. He had to get you to the group, to someone that could help you. He just needed to make it in time, or he really would lose you.

Wholesome Sammy: Parent Practice Ch. 1

(Inspired by the ever lovely @ask-joeydrewstudios AU and sheer boredom.)

Sammy sat at his desk, reveling in the usual quiet of his office. The ink pump was almost silent, Wally wasn’t being his pesky self, and for ONCE his music writing was flowing beautifully. It was a rare treat; a good day!

“… Somethings wrong.” The director huffed, slamming his music sheet down on the table and standing. “I never have good days here…”

Frowning, Sammy searched his pockets for his pack of cigarettes, just KNOWING that he’d be needing one shortly. Sooner of later, something stupid and zany was going to march itself into his room and spoil his concentration… Or spoil it more than he already spoiled it just by questioning his environment. It wouldn’t take long.

Any second. “Sammy!” Well, maybe he was wrong, for at that moment his favorite actress, Susie Campbell, stepped into his office.

“Afternoon, angel. What can I do you for?” He asked, leaning casually against his desk and sticking his cigarette end between his lips. “Did Wally stick his head in another tuba?”

“Yes, but Norman has the situation covered.” Susie informed him, casually tugging a light out of her purse and lighting his smoke for him. As was the norm. “Mr. Drew sent me to tell you that you’ve got a call on line 1. It’s your mother.”

… Well, he had been right about something zany and stupid. He had only been wrong to doubt it for a minute there.

With an exasperated sigh, Sammy reached for his phone and answered it. While one of the perks of his job was long nights away from his nagging family, a downside was definetly the constant phone calls that Joey never ignored. Even when Sammy begged him to just disconnect his phone!

“Hello?” He muttered, hoping to get this conversation over with.

“Well, it’s nice that you could pick up for once, Mr. Hot-shot-song-writer! Were you too busy writing about singing chairs again!?” Always a joy to hear from his mother. “You know, I sometimes call when I need something from you!”

“… Hello, mother-”

“But that’s besides the point, dear. Your stepfather and I are going out for the evening and I need you to watch your sister as that- ‘office’ of yours for a few hours.” Sammy’s blood ran cold.

The director had barely been registering his mother’s words (mainly because he was too busy ignoring his mother and glaring at the softly laughing Susie) up until this point, but her request was just out of the question!

“Ma- Mr. Drew doesn’t allow children in the studio!” He exclaimed, casting a longing gaze at the song he had almost been finished with. “And I have too much on my plate as is-”

“I’m sure you could watch a child while writing those 'songs’ of yours.”

“Wally is one thing, but a 5 year old is another!” By now he could feel the phone creek under his tight grip on it. “And I’ve already said that Mr. Drew wouldn’t allow it!”

There was a pause. “That Joey Drew is such a sweetheart, I’m sure he’d understand.” Welp. “I’ll pay you $5, hun.”

“The answer is still NO. I’m a busy man.”

“Well, too bad! I’ve already dropped her off a half hour ago. Your co-workers were VERY nice to her.” That certainly explained the quiet. “I’ll be there to pick her up at 8. Good bye, Samuel!”

The phone went dead before Sammy event had a chance to reply. Sometimes he just couldn’t believe that woman… Or Joey for that matter! Norman wasn’t allowed to bring his grandkids in, so what made Sammy so special!?

“Its because Joey hates me and wants to see me suffer.” The out loud thought brought a look of confusion to Susie’s face, but Sammy brushed it off and exiting his office in order to find the little brat his parents called his 'sister’.

Susie was following close at his heels.

“I didn’t know you had a sister, Sammy.” She began, a pout playing on her lovely lips. “Usually that’s something you tell your girlfriend.”

“Half-sister, and now isn’t the time.” He huffed. “I have too much work to do and- Did you know where she might be?”

“Last I saw, she was in the projector booth with Norman.” Susie sighed, before adding thoughtfully, “Better shake a leg and get your band back in order before you miss another deadline.”

Sammy’s stomach flipped, and he took off running down the hall, the visions of his ALMOST completed song seeming so far away now…



When Sammy entered the music room, he found the entire orchestra in a riot as Norman worked furiously to free Wally from another tuba. As funny as it was, it would be yet ANOTHER hinderence to the music department. Their deadline has been pushed back one too many times for them to request any more time to finish their songs! The thought of a second incomplete song made Sammy want to be sick… And it made him hate Wally just a little bit more.

“And that, Annie, is how to properly get ya head stuck in a tuba.” Wally was saying, followed by a few grunts of pain.

Sammy stopped just before the struggling men and cleared his throat to get their attention. Obviously, Norman was the only one to look up.

“Our apologizes, Mr. Lawrence.” Norman began. “But Franks here just likes showing off for the ladies… We’ll continue work as soon as we have our tuba back.”

“You do that, Norman- Just try to get the finished songs done tonight at least.” A shame that’s all he could ask of them.

“Just the finished ones? Dare may I ask what happened to the one you’ve been working one? You were supposed to have it done this afternoon!” If only Sammy had just ignored his phone and instincts, that would have happened.

“I understand, Norman… It’ll be ready this week soon.” There was no time to acknowledge the concerned look the beady eyed man was giving Sammy. Wally needed to be freed, his sister needed to be distracted, and his work needed to be done yesturday!

“Okay! Starting to get claustrophobic in here!” Wally whined.

“God damn it, Wallace! Did you coat your head in glue before you stuck it in here!?” Well, that first part wasn’t going to get done anytime soon.

With a sigh, Sammy began to scan the crowd for his sister. She wasn’t too far into the crowd, hiding her face tearfully. More than likely frightened by all the noise and buisness talk. It would have been a sad sight if Sammy wasn’t so busy, so instead of comforting her like a good boy brother, he simply plucked her up and left the department with her.

“Evening, Ann-Maria.” He greeted casually as he walked.

“Neven, Sam!” She squeaked, poking her head out from behind her hands. “Yer fwiends is funny!”

Her grammar and confusion of his co-workers role in his life was nauseating, but somewhat endearing. Not that he’d ever care to admit it to anyone.

“We’re just gonna avoid them today. They’re very busy… Could you sit and colour in my office without bothering anyone?” With that, he slipped back into his office and awaited her response. “We have to do our jobs.”

“Course not, Sam.” She replied smartly. “My job is ta 'nnoy you to deaf!”

“… I’ve taught you well, dear.” There was a mix of both concern and pride welling in his chest, but mostly concern.

He had to think of a way to keep her out of his hair- something underhanded and yet simple enough that if she told their mom about it, she wouldn’t kill him for it. So locking her in a room was out of the question, but perhaps sticking her with a responsible employee who wasn’t busy with anything could work.

Speak of yet another devil- er, angel, because at that moment who else but Susie Campbell should come strutting BACK into Sammy’s office.

“Sammy dear,” The woman began, stopping when she spotted the little tot. “Oh! Exactly who I came to see. Would you just look at this little cutie!”

Before either Lawrence could react, the child was swept up in Susie’s arms and snuggled to the point that even Sammy felt a little sorry for her. Not that it mattered much. Susie was possibly his ticket out of anymore distractions and that was all he could ask for.

“How about you lovely ladies go play in the lobby while I work?” He suggest kindly.

“But then we wouldn’t be able to bother you, dear.” A heart shouldn’t be able to sink as deep as Sammy’s did in that moment. “It IS our job as your ladies, after all.”

Sleep With Me- Percival Graves

Pairing: Percival Graves/OC

Warnings: Just lots of fluff!

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written any Percival so here’s a drabble for your aching hearts <3

I leaned against the banister, fighting a losing battle. Near my feet, I could feel my cat rubbing his furry face against my shins.

“No, Ollie. I already fed you.” I murmured tiredly, letting my eyes close.

I felt myself sinking, becoming deliciously warm and cozy despite the fact that I was currently using my carpeted staircase as a bed and the wooden banister as a pillow. But it was the fourth night in a row that Percival had been working late. The owl he’d sent around dinner time had crushed me a little, though I knew it wasn’t his fault. This is what I’d taken on by falling in love with the Director of Magical Security and having him fall in love with me back.

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Tierra: Peter Parker

requested: nope! i just love peter parker with all my heart

pairing: Peter Parker x hero!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: lil bit of fluff, lots of injuries, and cacw spoilers

summary: You and Peter meet right before flying off to Germany, and neither of you expect the bond that grows between you.

a/n: clearly i got a little carried away. i saw a lot of stuff about like Stark’s daughter!reader and i decided to take my own spin on it, in a way. I hope you enjoy!

Peter thought it was just an ordinary weekday.

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Fan Reality (Seth Rollins X Reader) Chapter 2

AN: Here’s chapter 2!!! I hope you guys enjoy. Sadly, there are no steamy scenes in this chapter, but there will most definitely be some in chapter 3.

Tag List:

@kingslayers-angel @calwitch @innocent-reid @itsnethbellins @isawthesights @soulsister101 @boundinthestars @future-mrspeters @leteverythingexist @thewifeofsethrollins @justhavingfun123469 @caribbeanshay


I’ve been staring at my phone for 10 minutes straight. I was excited, anxious, confused, and not even sure if this was real or not. Seth Rollins just messaged me. The Seth Rollins. The message read, Hey.

Hey, really? Anyway, I was still shocked that it was sent to me. Was it a mistake? Did a hacker send it?

I was a bundle of nerves at this point. If this really was Seth Rollins and for some reason on God’s green Earth that message was meant for me, obviously I had responded to it. 

(Y/n): Hello, is this really Seth Rollins?

It’s been about 3 minutes since I sent that message. I was basically counting every second. Finally a notification dinged on my phone and I saw that he responded. 

Seth?: Yes, it is

Okay, even for some strange reason this is Seth, why and the hell would he be messaging me?

(Y/n): If you really are Seth Rollins, why are you messaging me?

Seth: I can honestly assure you I’m Seth

Seth: And I wanted to message you cause I’ve seen some of your comments on my stuff before. They were very entertaining.

Oh, fuck. I write some of the most cringey, horny, fangirly things on his stuff. I don’t intentionally do it. I usually console myself with the thought that he’ll never see it, but that reasoning has come back to bite me in the ass. He must think I’m some whore.

(Y/n): Are you talking to me cause of some of the shit I say? I’m really not that kind of girl.

Seth: I’m not up to any funny business. You caught my attention and I just want to get to know you, if you’re cool with that.

I felt myself release a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding. Was this really happening? Does Seth Rollins actually have some sort of interest in me? I was more than a little nervous and I still wasn’t completely sure if this was Seth. Maybe I was being paranoid, but it’s understandable after what I had been through a few years before.

(Y/n): K, that doesn’t sound too bad. I’m still iffy about whether its you I’m talking to or not.

Seth: What can I do to make you believe me.

I thought about telling him I’d be going to a WWE Live event next week, but if he was some weirdo, that wouldn’t be very smart. Even though I’m going with a group, I still don’t like that idea. Should I get him to send a picture?

(Y/n): Send me a picture of yourself rn and I’ll believe you.

Seth: Fine

A couple of seconds later I get another message from him. I was expecting to see a picture, but I got a video instead. Once I clicked on it, Seth popped up.

“Hey, (y/n). I thought that sending you a video would be more persuasive than a picture, so tada!” He finished with a smile. I was speechless. He looked so damn good. His hair was tied back, and a pair of glasses sat above his nose. He had on a royal blue t shirt and some pajama pants I’m assuming because there were bed sheets covering his lower half.

I watched the video multiple times, trying to take in every little detail. The adorable, yet shy smile that was on his lips, the piece of stray hair that kept trying to get in his eye. Especially the cute little laugh he did at the end. How could a person be that perfect?

(Y/n): K you convinced me. I still don’t know why you would want to talk to me.

Seth: Why wouldn’t I?

(Y/n): You’re THE Seth Rollins. I’m just a nobody compared to you.

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A nobody? You could never be a nobody to me, Seth thought to himself. If she knew just how much Seth thought about her over these past few months, she’d probably think he was some creep.

Seth: You’re not a nobody. You seem pretty remarkable.

Seth broke out in a sweat after he sent that. Was that too forward? Was that not the right response? Should I have said cool instead? Fuck, I feel like a damn teenager again.

(y/n): Thanks that was really sweet 😊

um I have something to finish up before I go to bed so I’ll have to leave now. Can we possibly do this again tomorrow?

Seth felt his cheeks warm as his heart started beating like crazy in his chest. She actually wanted to talk to him again?

Seth: Sure tommorow is fine.

Seth knew she had a story she was posting on her blog tomorrow. He didn’t want to get in the way of her completing it, especially since it was one about him. If it was one about someone else, then maybe he would’ve tried to convince her to keep talking to him.

(Y/n): Goodnight Seth

Seth: Goodnight (Y/n)

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I was on cloud nine when I finished my talk with Seth. I couldn’t believe he agreed to talk to me again tomorrow. I felt feelings in me that I hadn’t felt in a long time start to bubble inside me when I replayed what happened in my head over and over again.

I wanted to ditch my plans to finish up my writing in order to keep talking to Seth, but I would feel like shit for lying to my fan base.

I’m an author for a dirty wrestling blog. There are some people who might look at me with disgust because of what I do in my free time, but I enjoyed it.

I started the blog about 3 years ago. I was going through some tough times and starting this blog was my escape from reality. I desperately needed a way to escape then. I still needed it now if I’m being honest with myself.

I was currently working on a Seth Rollins oneshot right now. How ironic, I thought to myself. I was almost done, but I was struggling to find a way to end a steamy sex scene.

I walked over to my workspace table and took a seat in the chair in front of it. I opened my lap tap, and found the Seth Rollins story. Feeling extremely inspired, I started typing away. “How embarrassing it would be if he actually saw these.” I mumbled to myself, slightly chuckling as I became immersed in the tale I was currently writing.

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Seth sent me that message 2 weeks ago and we’ve been talking to each other everyday since.

Halfway through the first week, we exchanged phone numbers. Seth was such a cool guy. It felt as if we’ve known each other for years instead of weeks.

We’d talk about everything and nothing at the same time. At first, it was just general information exchange. Stuff like age, occupation on my part, family, even favorite color.

I got to learn a lot about Seth the more we talked. Even though he came off as cocky and brazen on TV, he seemed humble and even shy when we had conversations. I found myself leading most of our talks at first until he gained more confidence in our quickly forming friendship.

Friends. I think that’s what we are, or at least what were heading for. And I was fine with that. That’s what I kept trying to convince myself of. Truth was I really didn’t know what I felt for Seth. I knew it was entirely too early to start catching feelings, but Seth was bringing forth those feelings fast. He was incredibly sweet and funny. Anytime he would like my latest Instagram photo or tweet (I gave him my other social medias, too) I would feel my heart flutter.

I knew we’d never be a couple, though. I wasn’t even ready for a relationship. My last relationship was 2 years ago and those were the worst 2 years of my life. I still had scars that hadn’t healed from that mess. I didn’t want to even think about jumping into another relationship until I could official move on from that train wreck.

My phone ringing startled me. I picked it up and saw it was a call from Seth.

“Hey” I answered with a smile planted on my face.

“Hey, (y/n). You getting ready for tonight?” I heard him ask. Tonight was the night I’d get to see Seth live and in action at the event in my hometown. I was extremely excited and beyond nervous.

“Of course I’m ready for tonight! I’m waiting for my brother to pick me up right now.”

“What are you looking forward to the most tonight?” He asked.

“Finn Balor, duh.” I answered, barely containing my giggles. I knew he was jealous because Finn was my favorite wrestler.

There was silence on his side of the line. “Do you enjoy hurting my feelings?” He asked dramatically.

I laughed. “Oh buck up! I’m also looking forward to you and Dean kicking Shesaro’s ass tonight.”

“Nice save.” He responds, smile evident in his voice. He goes quiet again. “Do you still want to meet up tonight?” He asked worriedly.

I was looking forward to that more than anything. When he first brought it up 2 days ago I was hesitant. What if he saw me face-to-face and was unimpressed. What if I did something stupid? The question stressed me out, but I eventually agreed to meet up with him after the show. I would be a real idiot if I passed up this opportunity.

“(y/n)?” I heard Seth speak nervously.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Seth! I was in a daze for a moment. Anyway, of course I still want to meet up. Maybe that’s what I’m looking forward to the most…” I shyly added, face heating up at my admission.

“That’s a relief to hear. What’s the address of the bar again?”

“I’ll text you the address.”

“That’ll work. I gotta finish getting ready for the show. I’ll see you soon.”

“Ok, bye” I finished, hanging up shortly afterward.

After I hung up the phone, I threw it on my bed and made my way to the full length mirror in my room. I fluffed my hair and adjusted the Burn It Down shirt I had on. Maybe this was too much. I quickly took the shirt off and found a plain purple tee. I slipped it over my head and adjusted it over my gray skinny jeans. I kept looking in the mirror. Maybe he’ll like seeing me in his merch. Oh, fuck it, I thought as tugged the shirt over my head and pulled the Seth shirt back on.

Perfect. I had to fix my hair again after all that shirt changing. I took one last look in the mirror, appreciating how my jeans hugged my hips and back side, before I turned to slip on my black converse. As soon as I slipped my shoes on, my phone started ringing again. It was my brother. “You outside?” I questioned.

“Yup.” He responded. “Hey auntie!” I heard my little niece yell. “Tell your kid I said hey and I’m coming.” I said, hanging up.

I quickly grabbed my keys and my purse before I left.

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The ride to the venue was very loud. That was to be expected when traveling with my brother’s family. His wife was naturally loud and their daughter seemed to pick up that trait.

“You excited for tonight?! You ready to see your ‘husband’ Finn Balor?!” my niece excitedly asked.

“Can you not scream in my ear, brat? And obviously. And don’t make fun of my crush. You’ll probably faint when you see Roman.” I snickered, poking fun at her obsession with the Samoan.

“No, I won’t!” She defended hotly.

“Calm down, children!” My brother yells mockingly at me and his daughter. 

“She started it..” My little niece muttered. I smile in her direction. I loved being around my brother and his family. They fit together so well and they had their shit together. Being around them made me feel like I had mine together as well. I used to be jealous of what my brother had built for himself, but now I have nothing for respect for him. Maybe one day I’ll have my own family to be proud of.

“We’re here!” My sister in law stated excitedly. 

You can do this I told myself still trying to mentally prepare for meeting up with Seth later that night.

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Seth was currently standing by the gorilla, waiting for his cue to make his entrance. He was trying to stay focused on his upcoming match, but he was failing miserably. I hope she still wants to meet up afterwards. Did she make it. Will I see her out there? Questions of those nature kept popping up in Seth’s head. 

“Hey, you OK there, brother?” His partner Dean asked, taking in his friends worried face.

“Yeah, man. I’m fine.” Seth answered hurriedly

“You sure you gonna be able to focus out there? You look like you’re about to be sick.”

“I promise you I’m fine Dean. I’ll be able to keep up out there.” Seth answered, growing annoyed with Dean’s constant badgering.

“Alright, man. Just tryna look out for you.” 

“I know. Thanks for having my back.” Seth said, giving Dean a pat on his.

“Anytime. That’s my cue, so I’ll see you out there!” Dean finished, making his way past the gorilla in order to make his entrance.

Not long after, Seth’s music starts to play. Focus, Seth Is his last thought before he steps up to make his entrance.

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The show had been amazing so far! I was in awe at the performers. I was always impressed by the stunts they did on TV, but seeing it live gave me a whole new appreciation of their art. Plus, my brother managed to score us some good ass seats. We were 3 rows behind from the barricade. I saved up for a few months in order to purchase these seats and still came up short. Thank God for my brother’s generosity.

Once I saw it was time for Seth’s match, I broke out in a sweat. Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God I kept thinking to myself. Dean made his way to the ring first. My sister-in-law was cheering loudly.

“Don’t you think you’re cheering a little to loud?” My brother asked side eyeing his wife.

Before she could respond, Seth’s music hit. I jumped out of my seat cheering.

“Why aren’t you telling her she’s being to loud?” I heard my sister-in-law ask.

Seth came bounding down the ramp. There was a swagger in his walk and a cockiness in his smile. I was screaming my lungs out at this point.

He made his way to the steel steps and fist bumped a kid before climbing them. He then made his way into the ring.

Once he made it in the ring, he took his shirt off and tossed it randomly in the crowd. I’ve never seen this many beautiful male bodies this up close. I greedily drunk in the flesh he bared to the crowd and his ass looked even better in person than it did on TV. I felt my lady parts begin to throb at seeing him like this. Down girl, I thought to myself.

While Seth and Dean were waiting for their opponents to make it down the ramp, you could see Seth was scanning the crowd, looking for something or someone. He turned around to scan the side I was on and it didn’t tale long until our eyes met.

Once his eyes locked with mine, it felt like time stood still in that moment. There was no noise, no crowd, nothing but me and Seth. All previous insecurities I had about him seeing me vanished because when his eyes met mine, it all felt right.

I quickly averted my eyes, not liking the train of thought I was having. I barely knew the guy and now I’m sounding like some lovestruck idiot. “Don’t be stupid.” I quietly mumbled to myself. I couldn’t allow myself to be caught up in the fantasy that was Seth Rollins.

I chanced looking in his direction to see that he was still staring at me, but his eyes held a question in them. He was probably wondering why I looked away as quickly as I did. Soon, Dean was tapping on Seth’s shoulder, motioning for him to go stand on the outside of the ropes, by the side closest to me.

Throughout the whole match, Seth and I kept making eye contact. My nerves were on edge throughout the whole thing. Every time our eyes caught each other it felt as if electricity was running up and down my spine.

“Why is Rollins making googly eyes at you?” My niece asked with a smirk planted on her face.

“Shut up, twerp!” I hissed at her. Out of all the things she just had to comment on she had to choose this.

“You know, she’s not lying. That man has been watching you ever since he stepped foot in that ring.” My sister-in-law added on.

“Is it really that obvious?” I asked insecurely.

“Yes!” The family added in unison. I felt my cheeks heat up as I sank lower in my seat.

Before I knew it, I heard a bell ringing, signaling the end of the match. I quickly got up out of my seat. “Great, you guys made me miss the end of the match!” I exclaimed annoyed.

“Girl, please. You were watching Seth, not the match.” My sister-in-law stated, throwing a sly smirk in my direction.

Before I could respond, my attention was grabbed when I saw Seth make his way over to where we were standing.

As he was high fiving and signing stuff for the kids in our area, including my niece, his eyes never failed to connect with mine. He took a little longer to sign my nieces signature book compared to the other kids. Once he was finished, my niece came rushing over with a huge smile on her face.

“ Look!” She screamed, practically shoving the damn thing in my face. I grabbed the book and made a face at her. What I saw sent my heart beat sky rocketing.

Bellow his signature he wrote, you look even more beautiful in person. I looked up to see if he was still close by, but he was long gone.

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It was more than halfway through the show now. After drinking 2 large fountain drinks, my blatter was nice and full.

“I’m gonna go to the restroom!” I tell my family.

“Be careful.” I heard my brother respond.

The trek to the restroom was a long one, but it was well worth it once my blatter was empty again. As I was washing my hands, I heard my phone vibrating in my purse. I quickly dried my hands and then grabbed the phone out of my purse to answer it.

“Hello?” I answered, not even looking at who was calling.

“(Y/n),” I heard Seth say.

“Oh! Hey, Seth.” I responded, confused as to why he was calling me right now.

“I’m glad you answered. I didn’t think you’d be able to hear with all the noise out there.”

“I was just in the restroom. Did you want something?” I asked walking out.

“Actually, I do,” he started, “Do you mind if we meet up right now?”

“Right now? The show isn’t even over.” I stated, amazed that he wanted to meet me so badly.

“I know, but I just…..I don’t know. I’m sorry if I’m making things weird.” Seth finished, sounding discouraged.

“No, it’s fine. Seeing you was the highlight of my night anyway. I honestly wouldn’t mind skipping the rest of the show if that means I can see you again.” I internally groaned at how that sounded. I sound so cheesy, I thought to myself.

“Really?” Seth asked, sounding excited. “That’s great! I mean, um, yeah…” I heard him let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry if I’m coming off as cringey as I think I am.”

“You’re not the cringey one here! I feel like I’ve been given that word a whole new meaning tonight.” I giggled, amused at how our conversation was going.

“Maybe two cringey people equals no cringiness? Isn’t that how math works? Anyway, let’s get back on topic. Me. You. Meet up. Now where exactly do we do that.”

I laughed at his earlier logic. “I didn’t know you were so good at math. And how about the parking lot?”

“Sure, that sounds good. We should make it the one where the superstars are, though. And there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me sweetheart.” He finished in a flirty tone.

“Are you flirting, Mr. Rollins? And OK, that works.”

“I don’t flirt. Maybe I was foreshadowing some future learning of me on your part. You know, on a more personal level.

I felt a fire start in the pit of my stomach at the words.

“You,” I started off making my way closer to the exit of the building, “Are too much, Mr. Rollins.”

“Maybe…” He trails off. “Maybe I’m just enough.” He answered, cockiness evident in his voice.

“Oh, by the way!” I heard him say, a sudden change in his tone, “Are you gonna be able to make it to the parking lot?”

“I have my ways. I grew up in this city, remember?” I used to sneak in this building all the time as a teen and I knew the best ways to go around the building undetected.

“Really now?I’ll leave you to it then. I’ll see you soon.”

I was already outside by the time I hung up and walking toward the left side of the building. This was the direction of the parking lot usually reserved for any performers or VIPs when events were held in the building. I stepped over the low chains that bordered the parking lot and made my way inside easily.

Damn, I should’ve asked where he wanted to meet up specifically in the parking lot, I thought to myself, growing annoyed as I was aimlessly walking around the lot, looking for Seth. I grabbed my phone and tried calling him, but there was no response.

“Where the hell is he?” I muttered to myself. I was about to abandon my search and head back until I heard someone call my name.

“(Y/n)? Is that you?” I heard a growingly familiar voice ask.

I quickly turned around, and smiled at the sight that met me.



I hope you guys enjoyed the second chapter! From now on I’ll be full speed ahead with this fic cause I know exactly what direction I want to take this baby in. Let me know what y'all think and thanks for reading!

Sept. 29 ~ 35/100 Days of Productivity

Happy because I found out I got an A on my ochem midterm! Let’s hope all my studying this coming weekend leads to good results for all of my midterms next week 😄

What I did today: ochem lecture (my prof played clips from star wars, ran around the class, and slammed himself against the whiteboard to explain mass spec), biostats lecture, spent my entire afternoon studying at a coffee shop, and some more studying this evening!

Can we talk really quickly about how Netflix totally trolled us all 😂

So for the show Travelers the description is this: “A federal agent tracks four people who suddenly seem to possess entirely new personalities, leading to a startling discovery about humanity’s future.”
Then after the first episode it’s like, LOL NVM HE DEAD TOO!
I just found this really funny lol

Liability// Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: Reader is a singer/songwriter.. that is when she’s not running around Gotham as a vigilante. Based off the song “Liability” by Lorde

Y/N: Your Name
Y/S/N: Your Superhero Name

Warnings: I think only language? Haha.

Tagged: @nightwingdiva


You had just called a cab.. tonight didn’t go exactly how you had planned. Your boyfriend of 3 months had just broken up with you. Normally it wouldn’t be that upsetting.. you hadn’t even even dating for that long. But it’s never fun getting dumped. Especially when the reason behind it was him finding out you were a vigilante. Not to mention he had some choice words with you after the fact.

“You’re a liability..” he said.
It hadn’t been the first time you’d heard those words leave the mouth of someone you thought cared about you, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. The taxi finally pulls up to your apartment. You wipe the tears from your eyes, handed the driver some money, and got out. As the car drives away you hear a buzzing sound. You dig around in your purse and pull out your phone.. it’s a text from Jason. You shove your phone back into your bag and proceed to walk up the stairs to your apartment.

Jason was your best friend.. had been for some time. He was one of the few people you could tell everything to without having to worry about scaring him off. But your boyfriends words wouldn’t stop repeating themselves in your head. “You’re a little much for me..” he had said right before you had parted ways. You wondered if maybe Jason had ever felt the same.

You finally get up to your door, shove the key into the lock and let yourself in. You slide your heels off and throw your purse onto the couch. You hear your phone buzz a few more times but you don’t bother to look at it. You wander into the kitchen and grab a wine glass out of the cabinet. You open a bottle of wine and then look back at the glass.
“Fuck it.” You say, leaving it on the counter and just taking the whole bottle with you into the living area. You take a sip and walk over to the piano you have in the corner of the room. You set the bottle down on top of it, grab your song book, and sit down at the piano bench.

It takes you all of 30 minutes to come up with the lyrics and music. You decide to play the song from start to finish but you let your fingers slide across the keys momentarily before you begin. Just as you do Jason climbs in through your living room window. He doesn’t say anything, he just pulls off his helmet, sits down on the edge of your couch and listens. It’s not often that he gets to hear you play songs this early into the writing process.

You start singing and he can’t help but smile. Your voice is lovely.. but his smile soon disappears when he hears how heartbroken you sound.
“They say.. ‘you’re a little much for me.. you’re a liability.. you’re a little much for me..’” you sing.
Jason listens to the rest of the song, his heart breaking for you as he does. He had no idea you had been feeling this way. Half of him wanted to go find the asshole who said this to you and kick their ass. But he’s pulled out of his thoughts when you speak up.

“How long have you been here?” You swing your legs over the bench so you’re facing him.
“Not long” he says. “You didn’t really leave me much of a choice.. you weren’t texting anyone back. We got worried..”
“We?” You say smirking.
“Fineee.. me. I got worried.” He says.
It doesn’t take him long to notice that you’re all dressed up sans heels.
“Did you end up going out tonight? I thought you had a date with what’s his face.” You roll your eyes. You knew Jason wasn’t really a fan of your now ex boyfriend.. in fact he didn’t really like any of the people you dated.
“You’re too good for him.” He’d always say.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Jason asks. You look down at your feet. You didn’t want to have to look him in the eyes and have to explain how another one of your significant others no longer wanted anything to do with you. It didn’t really matter though as you had started crying again. He got up off the couch and walked over to where you were sitting. He crouches down in front of you so he can see your face.

“What did he do?” You can hear him grinding his teeth together as he asks you.
He’s pissed, but not at you.
“He dumped me..” you whisper. “He found out about Y/S/N.. he said that he couldn’t be with me anymore.. that he wouldn’t tell anyone about it but that is was too much for him.. I was to much for him..”
His eyes soften. Now the song made perfect sense.
“Y/N.. you are anything but a liability. You are funny, and beautiful, and you are without a doubt one of the most badass people I’ve ever met in my whole entire fucking life.”
You can’t help but laugh.
“Does that list include or exclude the big bad bat?”
“Oh, he’s definitely included.” He says with a smile.

You sometimes forget just how kind Jason can be. It’s easy for people to make assumptions on him based on what they’ve heard. But you knew better than that. There was a warm side to Jason that only a few lucky people got to see.
You both just sat there for a while taking eachother in, until out of nowhere you get the urge to kiss him. And before you have the time to chicken out you lean forward and press your lips to his. At first he freezes in surprise.. and then you feel him kiss you back.

His hands slide up into your hair and you get lost in the kiss. It’s an easy thing to do when you’re kissing a boy like Jason Todd. But eventually you both have to come up for air. You’re the first to pull away.
“What was that for?” Jason asks, his mouth curving up into a beautiful smile.
You laugh. “Just something that’s been a long time coming.”


Thank you so much for reading! I’m sorry if it wasn’t that great! I haven’t written anything in a super fucking long time. I just had the urge to write this because the first time I listened to this song I thought of Jason. I hope you like it! Feedback is always welcome! :)

Old Wounds - Chapter Ten


The trees arched over the road, bare soldiers forming an honor guard for her arrival, or prison guards making sure that she didn’t escape on the way to her execution. Gigi listened to the directions from her GPS through the earpiece in her helmet and followed the road around to a cabin that managed to look both rustic and luxurious at the same time. She pulled into the space next to her mum’s car. Dad’s Ferrari wouldn’t have held everyone and the luggage. Not that space was the reason Gigi had insisted on taking her motorcycle. It was so she had a means of escape if she needed it.

The sky was just darkening to dusk as she took off her helmet and shook out her hair. The magenta-streaked strands settled into disarray around her face and her breath clouded the air as she saw a jogger coming along the side of the road. Even with a knit cap covering all his hair, she knew it was Jack. His beard gave him away, and there was something distinctive about his gait, the way he moved with grace and efficiency. He was wearing running leggings that were like a second skin, showing off his incredible thighs. Luckily he was wearing shorts over them so that he wasn’t showing off anything else.  But he was wearing a sleeveless shirt. And he had obviously been out running for a while, because there was steam rising off of his arms.

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anonymous asked:

okay, your writing hamilton now and im ready to follow you into a new fandom, any recs i should start with?

I wasn’t looking into Hamilton until quite recently before I came back, so l’m sorry if this list doesn’t seem complete or if I forgot anyone y’all really love. Keep in mind that I was gone for quite a long time, and I wasn’t actively involved for quite a while even before I left. When I checked out of tumblr Hamilton was just starting to gain steam, and it hadn’t really caught a fanfiction community on tumblr yet. So, my recommendations mainly come from things I’ve read recently, since I came back and in the weeks leading up to that. If anyone has any to add, please let me know because I love recommendations too. (Shoutout to Jan over on @smollittlebean because she’s recommended a lot to me in recent days.) That in mind, here are some of my favorite Hamilton fanfiction blogs so far:

  • @americanrevelation - Everything Hamilton on her masterlist is also in my likes… suffice to say a blog I visit a lot. Just finishing up a great Thomas Jefferson fic that I can highly recommend. Check out the rest of her masterlist too though. Everything on it is quality.
  • @til-the-world-turns-upside-down - Soulmate AUs are my weakness, as pretty much anyone who has ever been on my blog knows. Check this one out, because it is adorable. Perfectly sums up Hamilton’s George Washington on the first try. Also, check out the masterlist, working on a soulmate au series for Thomas Jefferson.
  • @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou - This is one those you read on a bad day, and you just can’t stop smiling. Also, masterlist. So much John Laurens and so much fluff, it makes me happy; read through if you’re looking for a smile.
  • @wrotemywayoutimagines - Almost cried reading this yesterday. Quality masterlist. I’m still reading my way through all of it, but I absolutely love everything on it. Lots of smiles, quite a few tears, but all of it amazing.
  • @secretschuylersister - I related to this a lot, namely because as a broke college student I live off nacho Lunchables (and pizza rolls). Masterlist here. Her blog says requests are always open too, which is cool.
  • @c-jacksonn - This will make you cry a lot, like a lot a lot. Like I have proven I don’t have a heart, and even I cried. So, read that first, then read something else so you can cope with how emotionally drained you will become.
  • @gratitudejoyandsorrow - Of Loyalty and Duty is pretty much Jan’s favorite AU, and quickly becoming one of mine. So, check that series out. I’m a fan of quite a few of her other imagines too.
  • @daveeddiggsit - Lafayette Soulmate AU has to be one of my favorite combination of words that has left my mouth in a long time. As the blog implies, lots of Daveed Diggs. You can never have too much Daveed, and I love it.
  • @imagineham - I was up at 2 A.M. talking to Jan, about Daveed obviously, and found this, which was funny because it was 2 A.M. Only it started a spree reading pretty much the entire masterlist in one sitting. That was not healthy. Read the whole thing, but do it in sessions.
  • @tempfixeliza - This is actually awesome, like amazing. So is everything else I read, but the piano just gets to me. (Also occasionally reblogs stuff about Psych and it makes me happy knowing I’m not alone in my love for that show, but that’s not related to this). 
  • @diggs4life - If you’re looking for smut and/or Daveed Diggs this is where to go… and I realize after typing that that those two things are practically synonyms, and you could say that about almost any Daveed blog, but y’all know what I mean. 

That’s a good list to start with. I know this isn’t a complete list of all the amazing Hamilton writers on tumblr. I’ll keep this same post and update it as I read from more blogs. If any of y’all notice that I missed a blog you love please send it my way. Like I said, I love recommendations too! 

A quick thank you to my followers: I know I was gone a while. Quite a lot of people left, but y’all are absolutely amazing. This blog’s numbers took a pretty big hit when I left, but it’s almost back to it’s former glory already. That is so much more than I could have ever asked for.
Almost back to 10k followers already; thank y’all so much! 

Quick sidenote: If there are any authors on this list who don’t wish to be included let me know, and I’ll remove your links. This is just a recommendation of your blogs, but I understand if some people aren’t comfortable being posted like this. 

Hello Detective (Sherlock) Chapter 33

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The four of you sat in the same office you had found Mycroft in earlier. Mycroft was sitting across from Irene Adler at the table, while you and Sherlock were sitting in chairs in front of the fire.

“We have people who can get into this.” Mycroft said, tapping the phone.

“I tested that theory for you. I let Sherlock Holmes try it for two months. Sherlock, dear, tell him what you found when you x-rayed my camera-phone.” Irene said. Had two months really passed? It seemed to go by in a blink.

“There are four additional units wired inside the casing. I suspect containing acid or a small amount of explosive. Any attempt to open the casing will burn the hard drive.” Sherlock said.

“Explosive. It’s more me.” Irene said with a smirk.

“Some data is always recoverable.” Mycroft said.

“Take that risk.” Irene said.

“You have a passcode to open this. I deeply regret to say we have people who can extract it from you.” Mycroft said.

“Let’s let Y/N have a go at this one.” Irene said.

“There will be two passcodes, one to open the phone, one to burn the drive. Even under duress, you can’t know which one she’s given you and there will be no point in a second attempt.” You said, scowling at her. You heard Mycroft sigh.

“So smart aren’t they? I should have them on a leash. In fact I might.” Irene said. You looked back to her and rolled your eyes.

“We destroy this, then. No one has the information.” Mycroft suggested.

“Fine. Good idea. Unless there are lives of British citizens depending on the information you’re about to burn.” Irene said.

“Are there?” Mycroft asked.

“Telling you would be playing fair. I’m not playing any more.” Irene said, you wanted nothing more than to punch her in the face right now.

“A list of my requests, and some ideas about my protection once they’re granted.” Irene said, sliding an envelope over to Mycroft.

“I’d say it wouldn’t blow much of a hole in the wealth of a nation, but then I’d be lying.” Irene said, and judging by the look on Mycroft’s face you didn’t think she was lying.

“I’d imagine you want to sleep on it?” Irene said.

“Thank you, yes.” Mycroft said, still reading the list.

“Too bad. Off you pop and talk to people.” Irene said, now you really wanted to punch her.

Mycroft sighed and sat back in his chair.

“You’ve been very thorough. I wish our lot were half as good as you.” Mycroft said.

“I can’t take all the credit, I had a bit of help. Oh, Jim Moriarty sends his love.” Irene said, his name send shivers down your spine. It clearly had an effect on Sherlock as well, his eyes widened at the sound of it.

“Yes, he’s been in touch. Seems desperate for my attention, which I’m sure can be arranged.” Mycroft said.

“I had all this stuff, never knew what to do with it. Thank God for the consultant criminal.” Irene said, now sitting on the edge of the table. “Gave me a lot of advice about how to play the Holmes boys. Do you know what he calls you? The IceMan, and the Virgin, though I suppose he’s going to have to think of a new one for you. He didn’t even ask for anything, I think he just likes to cause trouble. Now, that’s my kind of man.”

“And here you are, the dominatrix who brought a nation to its knees. Nicely played.” Mycroft said, standing.

“No.” Sherlock suddenly said, causing everyone to turn to him, confused.

“Sorry?” Irene asked with a smile.

“I said no. Very, very close, but no. You got carried away. The game was too elaborate, you were enjoying yourself too much.” Sherlock said, standing and walking towards Irene. You shifted to the end of your seat, curious as to what he was getting at.

“There’s no such thing as too much.” Irene said.

“Oh, enjoying the thrill of the chase is fine. Craving the distraction of the game, I sympathise entirely, but sentiment. Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side.” Sherlock said, and you stood in your place, confused.

“Sentiment? What are you talking about?” Irene asked with a smile.

“You.” Sherlock answered, simply.

“Oh, dear God. Look at the poor man. You don’t actually think I was interested in you? Why? Because you’re the great Sherlock Holmes. The clever detective in the funny hat. Careful, you might give Y/N a heart attack.” Irene said, looking to you.

“No. Because I took your pulse. Elevated. Your pupils dilated. I imagine John Watson thinks love’s a mystery to me, but the chemistry is incredibly simple and very destructive.” sherlock said, taking the camera phone off of the table behind Irene and walking towards you.

“When we first met you told me that a disguise is always a self portrait. How true of you. The combination to your safe, your measurements, but this, this is far more intimate. This is your heart and you should never let it rule your head.” Sherlock said, as he began to type a password in.

“You could have chosen any random number and walked out of here today with everything you’ve worked for. But you just couldn’t resist it, could you?” Sherlock said.

“Everything I said, it’s not real.” Irene said, grabbing his arm, trying to stop him. “I was just playing the game.”

“I know, and this is just losing.” Sherlock said, typing in the final number. He turned it so Irene could see. When you saw the screen your mouth dropped open, and a tear slipped out of Irene Adler’s eyes.


“There you are brother. I hope the contents make up for any inconvenience I may have caused you tonight.” Sherlock said, handing the phone to Mycroft, who was now standing beside you.

“I’m certain they will.” Mycroft said.

“If you’re feeling kind, lock her up, otherwise let her go. I doubt she’ll survive long without her “protection”.” Sherlock said.

“Are you expecting me to beg?” Irene asked with tears in her eyes.

“Yes.” Sherlock said, walking towards you.

“Please. You’re right. I won’t even last six months.” Irene said.

“Sorry about dinner.” Sherlock said as he slipped his arm around your waist and lead you out the door.

A week later you were walking down to Baker Street in the rain, holding your umbrella high above your head. Outside the door of Speedy’s you saw Mycroft under his umbrella, smoking.

“You don’t smoke.” You said, once you noticed him.

“I also don’t frequent cafes.” He said, closing his umbrella and slipping inside, you did the same.

You sat opposite of him at a table and he slipped a file out of his briefcase.

“Is that the file on Irene Adler?” You asked.

“Closed forever.” Mycroft said. “I’m about to go inform my brother, or if you prefer, you are, that she somehow got herself into a Witness Protection scheme in America. New name, new identity. She will survive and thrive, but he will never see her again.”

“Why would he care? He despised her at the end.” You said.

“My brother has the brain of a scientist or a philosopher, yet he elects to be a detective. What might we deduce about his heart?” Mycroft asked.

“I don’t know.” You answered.

“Neither do I. But initially he wanted to be a pirate.” Mycroft smiled.

“He’ll be okay with this, Witness Protection, never seeing her again, he’ll be fine.” You said.

“I agree. That’s why I decided to tell him that.” Mycroft said, you sighed when you understood.

“She’s dead.” You stated.

“She was captured by a terrorist cell in Karachi and beheaded.” Mycroft explained.

“It was definitely her? She’s done this before.” You said.

“I was thorough this time. It would take Sherlock Holmes to fool me, and I don’t think he was on hand, do you?” Mycroft asked. “So, what should we tell Sherlock?”

Mycroft pushed the file towards you. Clearly it was best to lie to him in this situation. Sherlock wasn’t one for guilt, but sometimes everyone feels it. If he knew Irene Adler was killed he would feel responsible and you didn’t want that.

You walked up the stairs to his flat and saw him sitting at the kitchen table, looking through his microscope.

“Clearly you’ve got news.” Sherlock said as you reached the top of the stairs.

“Hi, it’s about Irene Adler.” You said.

“Well?” He asked. “Has something happened, has she come back?”

“No, no, she’s… I just bumped into Mycroft downstairs, he had to take a call.”

“Is she back in London?” Sherlock asked.

“No. She’s in America. Got herself on a Witness Protection scheme, apparently. I don’t know how she swung it.” You said. Sherlock was now standing in front of you.

“How was your day?” He asked, bending down to kiss you.

‘Um, fine I guess.” You answered.

“Want to go to dinner?” He asked.

“Yeah, sure. I’ve got to run this down to Mycroft though.” You said, still holding the file. He nodded.

You brought the file down to Mycroft and told him that you had decided to not tell him Irene was dead. You walked back up the stairs, Sherlock was waiting in the doorway.

“Maybe we can skip dinner and go straight to dessert.” Sherlock said with a smirk. You laughed.

“You think so?” You smiled.

“Yeah I do.” He smiled and kissed you. Suddenly he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bedroom. You giggled when he lifted you. Sherlock was back, your Sherlock was back, and you were loving every minute of it.

The Escort- Part 9

Grad School AU! You are a grad student, one year away from completing your Master’s degree. Despite your successful life, your family won’t let go of the fact that you are single. It makes your yearly family vacation a living hell. On a whim, you call the number you find on an ad for an escort to events, and you meet Dean. He’s gorgeous, charming, and perfect to help get your family off your back. What more could you ask for?

Summary of Part 9: Graduation is here, which means the whole family is visiting. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Word Count: 2050 ish

Warning: smut, slight angst

A/N: I’m sorry, you guys. I’m sorry. (Especially to but-deans-back-tho. The angst here isn’t as heartbreaking as abaddonwithyall, but I’m sorry all the same.)

Sam’s visit was a happy one. Every minute that Dean wasn’t working at his internship, the two brothers spend together. You were glad to give them their space, since they rarely got to spend this kind of time together.

The days when Dean did have to go to work, Sam hung out with you. You formed an instant friendship, easily charmed by his kind smile and sweet disposition. The two of you talked as if you’d been friends your whole life.

It was during one of these talks, sitting at lunch under a tree in the local park, that Sam brought up your relationship with Dean.

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