i hate this car ride

Tim refuses to ride in a car with Jason driving anymore because he’s gotten like three concussions from Jason constantly slamming the breaks (and throwing him forward into the dashboard, since he’s always so exhausted that he forgets the seatbelt) after speeding up and Jason does this on purpose just to mess with the kid and when it happens he’s laughing like “hahahahahha please tell me you didn’t just break your nose”

Flying Colors: Chapter 2

Chapter 1 

Fairy Tail AU: High School Marching Band

Rating: T for some language

Pairings: Mainly Nalu; Hints of Gruvia, Jerza, Gale, Chendy, Fraxus

Word Count: 1k

Chapter 2: Trusting a Trumpet

“Mind if I join you?”

Lucy jumped at the sound of his voice, and did a terrible job at hiding it. She snapped her eyes to the smiling face above her. “O-Oh, you’re Natsu, right?”

He reached out a friendly hand to help her stand. “Yep! Surprised you know my name, since I moved here a few weeks ago. I’ve heard your name. Luigi, right?” 

“It’s Lucy…And Mr. Dreyar calls you out on the field a lot,” she laughed, taking his hand. “You seem to have the ego of your trumpet.” 

Natsu put on a show of being taken aback, even putting his hand over his heart as if he’d been fatally wounded. “Me?! You don’t even know me!” 

Lucy crossed her arms, and threw him a curious look. “Anyway. You said you wanted to join me? Like, for dinner? Don’t you have your other ‘brass buddies’ to hang out with?” She formed her fingers into air quotes when mentioning his friends.

“Guess they couldn’t wait to get to Taco Bell or some shit. You’re the last one here so, I guess your’e my backup plan for dinner.” Lucy gave him the evil eye when he decided to flair up his dull statement with finger guns.

“How flattering. But I’m afraid I usually eat alone, and that’s the way I like it.” She picked up her bag and started for the exit of the guard room. Natsu quickly stepped in front of her, an idea singing across his face.

He noticed her bag, covered in keychains, some of them being little kittens. “If you eat dinner with me just this once, I will let you meet my cat!” 

Lucy’s face brightened, but soon returned to a look of frustration. “Jeez, how desperate are you?” The words came out slightly harsher than she intended, and she silently reprimanded herself.

Surprisingly, the boy was not hurt at all by the question. “I don’t like eating alone! I do it too often, anyway. That’s why I like being in band. Gives me people to eat with.” His cafard words did not match his bright tone.

Lucy pondered for a small moment. I do like cats. And I kind of feel bad for him. There’s no reason not to, anyway. She lightly slapped his shoulder and called, “Alright, let’s go! I’m expecting kitty love after this.”

Natsu followed her, his eyes and mind still trying to size her up. “Where are we going?” He expected some kind of cafe or fast food restaurant, especially after a long day. He could have definitely gone for a spicy chicken sandwich.

“Baskin Robbins of course!” 

Natsu nearly stopped dead in his tracks. “Ice cream?! After a hot and stressful day in the sun? Are you looking forward to throwing up?”

“I don’t have a weak stomach. I eat there every day after band.” Lucy sometimes forgot that it wasn’t the brightest to eat dairy products before and after camp. But she stopped caring after last year.

“I hope I throw up all over you.” He mocked her moderately aggressive tone from before.

“Point that talkative mouth of yours away from me, or face my wrath,” she threatened him, while continuing her walk through the common area.  

“Ha! I could take you in a heartbeat!” Natsu said proudly.

“I’ve spent countless hours over the last six years of my life flinging a giant flag several feet into the air. I wouldn’t be so sure,” she replied with a smug grin, and a slight flex of her upper arm.

The realization from her words struck the fear of god into Natsu’s eyes. He held up his hands in a silent surrender. “Good thing we are walking.”

“Hey! I could have a car!” she retorted at the insinuation. 

“We are almost to the parking lot and you haven’t gotten keys out yet. Don’t take it so hard! I hate riding in cars anyway.” He sighed, and started messing with his phone as a distraction.

“If it makes you feel better, I hate cars, too.” Lucy looked down where they walked, studying the hot asphalt changing from grey to black. Natsu looked in her direction for a moment before darting his eyes away. 

Neither of them questioned each other, and they decided to walk in silence, leaving only the roar of the hated cars as they whizzed by.


Lucy found it difficult to keep from laughing at Natsu. He was obviously one of those people who couldn’t help but gulp their ice cream, with no concern about the mess it may leave. She felt the need to wipe away the ice cream in his fluffy hair, but restrained herself.

“I can’t believe they don’t have jalapeños on hand here,” he said in a grieving tone. 

“I can’t believe we didn’t have to call 911 after you ate vanilla ice cream topped with twelve squirts of fire sauce,” Lucy was surprised they even had sauce that spicy. She was sure that she would die if she ever tasted it. Her tongue tightened in her mouth at the mere thought of it. The confectioner definitely agreed with her, after their shared look of mental pain.

“Obviously the cream negates most of the sauce, Lucy. It’s basic science,” he swigged the cup of complementary water.

“Your brain is basic science,” she responded while chewing on the last part of her sweet waffle cone. The sugary taste started to turn bitter as she processed more of her surroundings. She nervously checked the time on her phone and panicked. “I gotta go! My dad has been waiting for me for ten minutes.”

“Wait! Are we friends now?” he called after the disappearing blonde, undisguised curiosity in his voice.

Lucy continued walking, but smiled warmly to herself. “I have to meet your cat first!” The door closed swiftly behind her, leaving Natsu to himself.


I’m hoping to post a new chapter every few days, and they’ll hopefully get longer as I get used to writing again~

after going to the movie though my parents wanted to go to a new ramen restaurant but I’m already feeling stressed and I don’t really wanna interact with people today but once i said I didn’t really want to I could already feel the anger and disappointment….

i want candy but there’s no candy in this stupid hotel and my car is in another state

pinkconsultingsociopath  asked:

"Shit, are you bleeding?" Burrayette :D

It wasn’t altogether uncommon for Aaron to be dragged into fights on the rare occasion he went out with Hamilton’s crew. They were a volatile bunch and practically invited trouble. Like right now for instance.

“Gil, that’s enough!”

“Ta gueule, Burr.

Aaron bristled, glowering darkly at the Frenchman who was mid brawl against a group of freshman who made the mistake of voicing opinions in a bar with Alexander Hamilton at the next table over. They were kids and Hamilton’s crew was beating the living shit out of them.

Well, Burr wasn’t having it. 

Stepping forward into the brawl, Aaron grabbed Lafayette’s shoulder, spinning him around.

“I said that’s enough.”

Lafayette paused, staring at him with wide eyes, registering that it was in fact, Aaron, before he reeled back and brought his fist down to connect with the side of Burr’s face.

He heard the unmistakable crack of his nose and felt the blood pour out of it as he stumbled backwards into one of the nearby tables.

The bar went quiet. Hamilton, Laurens, and Mulligan paused in their deliverance of swift justice to stare, horrified, first at Aaron, then at Lafayette. Aaron moved his hand away from his throbbing face and broken nose. It came away wet, and sticky, and red.

“Shit, are you bleeding!?”

Burr’s head snapped up at Lauren’s exclamation and in a moment, his eyes were trained on Lafayette, who looked as though he were trying to decide whether to still be angry or concerned.

Aaron on the other hand, knew exactly what he felt.

“Alright you French fucker, I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

Lafayette wasn’t expecting it when Aaron leapt forward, throwing his elbow into the taller man’s gut. He doubled over and felt Burr’s fist strike his face, catching his eye. Turning slowly to face the smaller man, Lafayette growled low.

“Lafayette no!

Hamilton’s shouts went unheard as the Frenchman straightened, towering over Burr. He grabbed Aaron by the collar, hauling him up and throwing him down on one of the tables, delivering blow after blow to his already bleeding face.

Aaron’s hand shot out and gripped a glass bottle beside him, swinging it up and smashing it against Lafayette’s face.

“Aaron!”

Lafayette shouted out, blood pouring from long cuts on his face. Aaron hopped off the table, dazed and off balance. Lafayette’s eyes snapped up, murderous. 

“Fils de pute.” he snarled, marching towards the smaller man.

Aaron stared wide eyed, backing up until he was trapped between Lafayette and the pool table. Hamilton, Laurens, and Mulligan were shouting at them, coming closer, ready to break it up. But Aaron glared. He grabbed one of the pool sticks from behind him and pointed it menacingly at Lafayette.

“Are you going to run me through, Burr?” he laughed, grinning darkly.

Until Aaron snapped it over his head. The taller man stumbled back, glaring at Burr before running at him. Aaron ducked under his arms and kicked at the backs of his knees, sending him partially down to the ground. He had a glint in his eye.

He had been waiting quite a while for this.

Lafayette got to his feet and swept one long leg under Aaron’s, sending him crashing to the floor. Then he lifted him up by the shirt and shoved him up against the wall. Aaron kicked at him, landing blows to his chest and stomach as Lafayette slammed him back against the wood, his head cracking against it.

Finally Hercules grabbed Lafayette, throwing him back so that he dropped Aaron to the floor. Burr shakily got to his feet and started back towards him, not even close to having settled it, before Hamilton stepped between them.

“That’s enough, you two, for God’s sake!” Alexander shouted, standing in front of Lafayette with John at his side.

Hercules put a hand on Aaron’s chest to keep him back, but both men were still fuming, bloodied and battered, glaring at each other from across the bar. John wandered over to the bartender, handing him some cash to pay for the damage.

“We’re going home.” Hercules said, his voice low and commanding, “Go out to the fucking car.”

Alexander glared up at Lafayette until the Frenchman sighed, turning around and heading towards the door. Hercules shoved Aaron after him, and the three men followed, all piling into Alexander’s little car. Aaron and Lafayette continued to glare darkly at each other as they climbed in, sitting side by side in the middle as Mulligan took shotgun and Laurens sat by himself in the back.

“I hate you.” Aaron said finally, breaking the silence of the car ride.

“I assure you, little Burr, the feeling is mutual.”

“I’ve never even done anything to you. You just hate me because you’re a jackass.”

Lafayette turned slightly, facing Aaron like he was about to dispatch some awesome wisdom.

“Burr, you are the worst because you are an unreliable, indecisive, unemotional coward.”

“Excuse me?”

“You are a hypocrite with the emotional range of a teaspoon.”

Aaron scowled, his teeth clenched in aggravation. Fine, he’d show that french asshole.

He turned to face Lafayette so that they were both staring at each other. Aaron still glared, but he scooted closer and stared up at the other man. Lafayette watched him, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Then Aaron closed the gap between them, tilting his head up and pressing his lips against Lafayette’s. He made a sound of confusion, before kissing back eagerly, moving his hand to the side of Aaron’s face.

Burr hissed in pain as his fingers ghosted over the bruises and Lafayette deepened the kiss, crowding him into the corner of his seat. Behind them, Laurens’ eyes were wide and confused as he watched the exchange. 

Finally Aaron pulled away, and Lafayette blinked down at him in a daze. A small smile crept up his face and his eyes which were previously hard and cold, twinkled slightly.

“Why, Aaron-” 

SLAP

The side of Lafayette’s face stung bitterly as Aaron’s hand connected with it. His eyes were wide as his head snapped to the side from the force of the blow. 

“How’s that for a range of emotions?” Burr said with a smug smile and Lafayette turned to look at him, shock evident on his face.

“You’re up, Aaron.” Alexander called from the front seat as they pulled up in front of Aaron’s apartment building.

While he was still in a daze, Aaron clambered over Lafayette and out of the car, walking with a slight spring in his step as he walked towards the door. Laf blinked, snapping out of his stupor and throwing himself out of the car after Aaron.

When he reached him, he grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him close. Aaron looked bewildered and slightly frightened. Was Lafayette going to start another fight?

Instead, he leaned down, planting a firm and sloppy kiss on his lips. His kiss wasn’t slow or calculated like Aaron’s, it was rushed and furious, and he payed no mind to where he caressed, his fingers pressing against Aaron’s broken nose, making him shriek in pain.

He pulled away, breathing hard and leaning his head down against Aaron’s forehead.

“Do not tease me, little Burr.” he warned, but his voice was unusually soft.

“I was trying to make a point.” Aaron answered, and his own voice shook slightly, both with the pain from his face as well as from his heart, which was beating a mile a minute.

“Well, you certainly did that.” and he bent down to kiss him again, slower this time, more careful, and keeping his hands away from Aaron’s bruised face. Lafayette huffed a laugh against his lips.

“You may not be the worst after all, Burr.”

Yesterday I had to put my childhood friend to sleep, and it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. This cat has been with me my entire life, and seeing him so sick this past two weeks has crushed me. It’s bittersweet not having him around anymore. Sure, theres no more midnight kisses or afternoon snuggles, but he’s not hurting anymore.

When we first got him, he was skittish. He hid for a while because he was nervous of the scenery change, but he loved sleeping in my room under my bed. He hated the car ride home from my grandma’s and yowled the entire time. The entire final ride to the vet, he let out weak little meows and I forgot how much he hated car rides. He was the cuddliest cat that I had ever seen and loved kisses and hugs.

Seeing him deteriorate this badly hurt me and my family very much, and I pleaded to have him checked out by our vet. We had a family meeting and agreed putting him to sleep was the best thing to do, and yesterday was our last day with him.

I would rather not go into my time with him in the vet’s office, but i miss my kitty very much. My life was changed because of him, and I’m glad he’s not hurting anymore.

Something like 10 years ago, my cousin/godfather won like $10k in a contest and we all went out to celebrate. It was a really fun time, we had a nice meal, and then they started to play some dance music and I was really excited to have fun with my cousins.

My mom, seemingly out of the blue, decided to send me home because “It’s 8 so the adults are coming out to party.” Which would make sense, if she didn’t say it in such a nasty way, in a “I don’t want you to be here” tone of voice.

Now, I remember this being only a few days after she yelled at me for “playing that stupid shit [on the piano]” and her “wasting money for [me] to learn songs [she] fucking hates”. I remember because I was incredibly upset on the car ride home.

And my dad asked me why I was SO upset that I was crying, and I told him that she never says a good word to me. And his response is what I remember.

“She will never say a good word to you. She’ll brag about you to everybody, but won’t say anything good to your face. She’s not that kind of person. And you just have to accept that.”

And as little self-worth as I had back then, I’d said, “No, I shouldn’t have to accept that. She’s the adult, she needs to learn to change her ways. How am I supposed to believe I’m worth anything or that I’m good enough if all I hear is how fat I am, and how shitty I am at everything? It’s not my responsibility to protect her from hard things in the world, it’s HER responsibility to protect ME.”

And my dad didn’t have a response. He just dropped me off at home and went back out to the party.

Like, honestly? Fuck my parents and any parents who do this shit.

Jc Imagine for Emmeline

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

“How much longer?” You groaned for maybe the seventh time today. Jc took one hand off the steering wheel to hold yours. “Maybe… Two. Tops.”

You bit your lip & let out a small sigh, looking around for something to keep you occupied for at least a couple minutes.

“Hey, now.” He took his eyes off what seemed like the never ending road, & into yours. “Trust me, I don’t want to be here driving a car for hours here either. But we can take advantage & have fun with it, right?”

“I guess so..” You hated long car rides. They always made you feel like you where in a never ending maze. & Jc knew that. Which is why it took so much begging to get you to actually come. He claimed he had plans at your destination that he made for the both of you. With the look in his eyes, you could tell that he really thought this through & you couldn’t let him down like that. So here you are now. Wondering if you would actually regret this later on.

-~-~-

“Emmy, babe. Wake up. We’re here.”
“Hm?” You mumbled while getting up & looking at your surroundings. “Where are we?”
“Our destination.” A smile sneaked up on his lips as he hovered over you to pick you up. “Close your eyes” he whispered & you did as told. You felt your body being lifted up & placed on something higher. “Now open.”

You looked straight ahead of you & was greeted by a painted sky full of warm pinks, blues, oranges, & even reds. It was truly beautiful. You’ve never really seen a sunset like this. Only the regular everyday ones. Nothing as beautiful as this. You where about to move when you realized that you where on the hood of his car. On your left was picnic basket left full of your favorite foods & two battery powered candles. Before you could say something, Jc crept up behind you placing a crown made of your favorite fresh (enter favorite flowers here) on your long black hair & placed a rose on your lap.

“Do you like it?” he smiled & placed his head in the crook of your neck & hugged you from behind.

“Ju-justin..” You said speechless. This was nothing as expected.

“You don’t like it?” Worry rang in his voice

“No..I love it. I just can’t believe you’d do this all for me.” You smiled & blushed slightly.

“Only the best for my princess.” He smiled back & reached for the picnic basket & opened it to reveal nothing but your favorite chips, candies, sandwiches, & two Arizonas.

-~-~-~

Later that night, you two really had an amazing date. You ate a bunch of snacks & watched the stars together. You talked for hours. & before you knew it, it was already 12:00 AM & you two where into a heated make-out session on a beach that was just a couple feet from the car until Ricky texted Jc asking where you two where. Jc checked his phone & pulled away. “The boys are waiting for us at home” he said. “The boys can wait.” You said & pulled him closer & things got even more intense. After that, well, I think you know the rest. ;)


P.s: Emmy, thanks for being my first, boo :) Really hope you like it!

His New Anchor --- Liam Dunbar Imagine

Part 5

warnings: probably swearing

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“She’s not coming with us to Lydia’s.”

“She’s a part of the pack too, Stiles.”

“I don’t want little baby wolf over here,” Stiles points to Liam. “To go out of control and hurt her.”

“She’s coming with us.” Scott says and Stiles takes a deep breath.

“Sh-”

“Stiles.” Malia says. He looks at her. “She’ll be okay.” Stiles looks at me. I smile at him. He nods.

“Okay. Good. Um, I’ll take the violent ones in Kira’s car and Stiles, you take the nonviolent ones.” Scott says. Stiles nods. Kira, Lydia and I get in the jeep and Scott, Malia and Liam get in Kira’s car.

I jump out of the jeep. I hate riding in the back. Scott pulls up next to us and parks the car. I follow Lydia over to the door and she unlocks it. She turns on the lights. The sun is just barely going down. Everyone walks in. I sit down on the couch and Stiles sits next to me. He puts an arm around me, pulling me into him. “I’m glad you got kicked out of school.” He says.

“Me too.” I say and he kisses my head. I smile.

“How did you get kicked out of school?” Lydia asks, sitting on the armchair. Malia comes over and sits next to Stiles and Scott, Kira and Liam sit on the other couch. I sit up.

“Well you see, I was a dorm student. And after school I went back to my dorm and changed. I was ready to watch some Netflix when I realized that my dorm mate ate the rest of our snacks when she was watching Netflix the night before. So already in my shorts and my sweatshirt, I put on some boots and walked out. It was just after school so a bunch of students were still there. So I took the short cut through the field house so I didn’t have to walk in the cold, harsh winter weather. The basketball boys were walking out of the weight room and one smacked my ass.”

“What did you do?” Kira asks.

“Well that’s the best part.” I laugh. “This guy was about 6’ 6” and a senior, smacking a sophomores ass in front of his entire team and his coach. And I’m no taller than 5’ 3" so I kicked him in the shin, then in the knee and I took his arm, kicked him to the ground and I broke it. His teammates we’re congratulating me but his coach was furious. Not because he was sexually assaulting an underage girl but because I broke his players arm.“

"Did you still get your snacks?” Malia asks.

“I realized I forgot my money when I was halfway there so I just ended up taking an eventful walk.” I say.

Liam’s POV

She’s beautiful. Her laugh and her smile and her voice are implanted in my head. I figured it out yesterday. The competitive spirit, the sass, the sarcasm…her humor, her determination, her stamina. When she walked into biology this morning I was memorized. She looked so different. She looked even more beautiful. But she’s still Stiles’ sister. She’s a Stilinski. She’s my anchor and I have to tell Scott.

“Scott, can I talk to you?” I ask. He nods and we go up to the study. He shuts the door behind him.

“Are you feeling okay? I noticed that you seem to have more control tonight.”

“That’s because I found an anchor. A human anchor.”

“That’s great! Who is it?”

“It’s (Y/N).” He smiles. Not what I expected. I expected him to tell me that I should be careful because she’s Stiles’s sister. He leads me to sit on one of the chairs. He sits in the one across from me.

“Why is she your anchor?”

“She’s beautiful…she’s something I’ve never seen before. She’s real.”

“What else?”

“She knows how to leave an impression.” I laugh.

“Yeah, she does.” He pauses. “I think you found a really good anchor.”

“What about Stiles?”

“If she’s your anchor, I don’t think he has a choice but let her see you.”

“Can you tell him? Preferably when I’m not near him.” I ask and he nods. We stand up and he hugs me.

“I’m proud of you.” He says and I smile.


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Dedicated to (just for fun): midnightwerewolf because I fell in love and we’re friends and if we’re not, we are now cause I said so.

Baby Teeth, Baby Steps

Words: 1,573

Summary: In all honesty, Percy Jackson knew that bringing a moody pre-teen to the dentist wasn’t the best idea. He just forgot to factor in that this particular moody pre-teen spent the majority of his time amongst the dead, but hey, when someone gets their teeth knocked out on your watch, it’s usually your job to get them back in shape.

Notes: I wrote this after being inspired by this post. It was supposed to be like 500 words I’m not even sure what happened. UPDATE: This is now available to read on AO3. Yay ^_^

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