i love how that fire escape is the new back porch

Heartbroken

Pairing: Peter paker x reader

Request:like where the reader and peter are in a good and happy relationship but it gets twisted when the vulture is actually the readers dad.- @pastelpeter

word count: 1849

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Peter was a lucky guy. He had everything he could wish for. Well, not exactly everything, but he had you, and that’s all that mattered anyways.

Y/n and the boy had been good friends ever since high school had started, and without even realising, Peter had fallen for you hard. He had realised in his sophomore year and pinned for you for half a year before he finally got the courage to ask you out. He still couldn’t believe such an awesome and beautiful girl as Y/n could be dating him, but hey, he wasn’t complaining.

At first it had been difficult trying to hide his so called Stark Internship from her, but eventually she found out about him being Spider Man. Of course she would found out! His girl was just too damn intelligent. Anyways, Y/n worried like crazy about him but she also supported him and help patch him up after certain fights, especially lately, as he was fighting a particular villain who had him pretty tired.

He avoid telling her who was he fighting, but after so many bruises he would have to give her a little something. She knew he was fighting some bird dude selling alien tech to thieves and criminals, but that was all. He didn’t want her getting to involved. He would die if something happened to her.

They had been dating for 2 months now. Everyone thought it was getting too serious for a couple of teenagers, but they didn’t get it like Peter did. Y/n was the one, he just knew it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her smile, her eyes, her lips and her fingers interlocked with his. He wanted to hold her forever and never let go. Everytime he saw her his heart did a little jump, like it was their first date all over again. He would do anything for her.

And that’s exactly how he found himself going to her home to have dinner with her family. The boy had met her mom and sister before, however he still had to met her dad. Apparently he kept going on business trips every time he was down to visit, but tonight was the night. He was a little nervous if he was honest, after all, fathers were really protective of their daughters right?

It was supposed to be a sit down dinner, so he had brought a pie and some flowers. They were celebrating Y/n’s sister getting into college, so he wanted to be a nice guest, plus anything to impress his father in law right?

He got May to drive him in front of her home just in time for the dinner to start.

“Call me when dinner is over alright? I’ll come pick you up”

“Yeah sure, thanks May”

He got out the car and ran over to the front porch, knocking on the door as he waited. Y/n’s mom came to open the door as she welcomed him.

“Hello Mrs. Y/ln”

“Hello Peter, come in, Y/n is at the kitchen”

“Thanks”

He got in and made his way over to find his beautiful girlfriend making some mashed potatoes over in the corner. He got the flowers and the pie in the counter before hugging her waist from behind, placing his chin in the crock of her neck.

“Hey beautiful”

Y/n smiled as she felt the warm of her boyfriend. She had been worried since she saw him last night a little more bruised up than usual.

She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a bright smile before saying.

“Hey handsome”

They lined in for a quick kiss before they were interrupted.

“So, where is that boyfriend of yours Y/n? I want to have a couple words with him. Teach him a lesson or two.”

Y/n let out a giggle before she turned around smiling. The voice that interrupted them came from the living room, where he guessed Y/n?s father was. His voice sounded kinda familiar, but he couldn’t place it. Her girlfriend took his hand before dragging him outside the kitchen.

“C’mon, I want you to meet my dad”

He followed her like a lost puppy, having eyes for nothing but her, but it all changed as soon as he she led him to a man he had definitely seen before.

“Peter, this is my dad. Dad, this is the guy I’ve been dating”

The man standing in front of him had fancier clothes than the times they’ve met before, and looked a hell lot more friendly, however Peter could recognize him everywhere. He stared wide eyed as he realised this was the same man he had been fighting for the past days. Yn made sure to patch up his wounds while his dad opened new ones.

Her dad went for a handshake while he stood there, still staring. After what felt like an embarrassing long time Peter lifted his hand, shaking the man’s hand.

“Don’t be scared kid. That lesson thing was just a joke”

“I’m sorry, sir. Ni-nice to meet you”

“So, I’ve heard you guys have been dating for a while, Is he treating you right Y/n?”

“Yes dad” She said as she rolled her eyes at her father’s words. “He is the best”

“Well, then that’s all that matters to me”

Her dad gave him a final nod before he turned around, heading towards his wife. Peter couldn’t help but stare some more. He didn’t want believe it. What the fuck?

Why was the universe against him? He finally met a cute nice girl who wanted to date him, God knows why, and she is the daughter of the person that is trying to kill him!?

Y/n kept on talking to him, but he could barely listen. Did she knew about this? Obviously not dumbass, she knows about you! But then, what did Y/n thought her father was doing every night?

The boy interrupted the girl as she was talking, trying to understand what was going on with that family.

“What did you say your father works at?”

“He is a salesman, he buys stuff to companies and sells it back to bigger ones. Why you ask?”

“Umm- Nothing, he just seemed familiar”

“You’re probably confused, he has to leave the state a lot to sell all that stuff, you’ve probably never seen him”

“Wait, what stuff does he sell?”

“Well, I’m not sure? It’s mainly tech things, you know, just a family business” The girl shrugged her shoulders, not giving importance to the topic. However it did matter, it mattered a lot to Peter.

Her father was in fact a salesman and he did sell tech stuff, however his family wasn’t aware of what kind of business he had going on.

“Babe, dinner is ready, let’s go”

The rest of the night went on a blur. Peter tried not to talk or make any eye contact, he didn’t want to give anything away. He didn’t knew what to do!

So what now? He couldn’t just come up and say ‘Hey babe remember the bird dude? Well, he is your father and is beating the crap out of me, love you lots bye’. He could not break your family apart like that! He needed time to himself.

Peter excused himself, making up some excuse about May needing him and left early, trying to get away from that mess as soon as possible.

After the dinner Peter distanced himself. Y/n wasn’t sure why, but with each passing day they had seen less and less. He claimed he was just busy between Spiderman and school, but that had never been an issue before.

She wanted to have her boyfriend back, but she didn’t knew what she had done to upset him, or how to even get him. She had told Peter to come by tonight, to talk and maybe figure things out.

Meanwhile the boy knew exactly what he was going to do. His chest got a little too tight when he thought about it, but he knew he had to do it. He had to break up with you.Being a superhero came with responsibilities, and he had to take care of them. Queen’s safety came before him.

Peter got into his spidey suit and left his room, swinging his way to your house. With your father already “back to work” there was no problem running into him in his suit. He stood outside your window with his heart beating fast in his chest as he saw you approaching to open it.

“Peter come ins-”

“ I can’t, I have to go back, I just came by real quick”

The girl sighed as she got out of her room to the fire escape next to Peter.

“What’s up Peter? You’ve been really distant lately”

The girl seemed concerned as she looked into his brown eyes. God he wanted to tell her the truth, but he couldn. He could never do that to her, make her choose.

“That’s what I came to talk to you about”

“Good, cause I’ve been wan-”

“I want to break up”

The boy said it in mere whispers, but he knew she had heard him. The girl stared at him with a heartbroken expression. She couldn’t believe what he had just said. She didn’t want to believe it.

“Wait what?”

“You heard me”

“No Peter wait- What- Why would you want that? I don’t-

“I don’t want to be with you anymore”

Tears started to form into the girl’s eyes. She didn’t knew what was happening but she wanted it to stop. She wanted her old Peter back.

She refused to let the tears roll down, but somewhere along the line she had started sobbing, trying to find the words.

Meanwhile the boy couldn’t bare to look at her. Her hair was messy and her eyes were wet, while she kept talking nonsense. She tried taking his hand but he kept denying it.He wanted to hold her and tell her everything will be okay, but he had to look after her.

“But Peter I-We love each other! Tell me what happened and We’ll figure it out”

Peter wanted to believe in her. He wanted to think that their love could overcome everything and that they could be together. But he knew it wasn’t true. He had to go fight her father, at least try to stop him, but he couldn’t do it behind her back, so he’ll rather not have her at all.

“I don’t love you anymore”

The girl had suddenly stopped crying. She stare as Peter got away from her, with each step putting more distance between them. The girl couldn’t do anything but watch as the boy got on top of the fire escape, ready to leave.

“I’m really sorry, but it’s better like this.”

With these finals words the boy took off, looking behind one last time as he broke not only Y/n’s heart, but also his in the process.

Run Away Baby Ch. 3 (Steve Rogers x reader)

Hello lovelies!  So, I kind of went on a whim and just layered my hair while cutting almost three inches off. It looks nice (thank god) and I cut off all the dead ends so yay, my hair is healthy again. On a whole other note, here’s the next chapter of “Run Away Baby” and I WILL be posting tonight! I’m so sorry for the weekend hiatus, I was working all weekend and I was sick, but I was able to make enough money to pay for my expo tickets! Woo! I love you all and enjoy! xoxo

Description:Pregnant with Steve Rogers’ child, your husband, you’re a happily married couple. He moved you to the countryside, trying to keep you away from as much harm as possible. Isolated, and by yourself most of the time, you always worried about him when he went away. But, marriage couldn’t have been better for the two of you for the three years since you had taken his last name. But, one night, when Steve’s out on a mission, you get a call from Nick Fury telling you to get as far away from your house as possible.

Warnings: None

Chapter 2

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Bucky was constantly looking back at you as he furiously drove down the road, heading to the safe house. You were out cold, and he could see the deep purple bruise forming around your wrist. The gravel hitting the car filled in the silence that was hanging in the car until a beeping sound came from the speakers. Fury was called. 

“Fury, I have her. She’s knocked out, but she’s alive. F/N needs some serious medical attention when we get there though.” Bucky was trying to as calm as he could despite the situation. 

“Okay, but what happened back there? Where’s Steve now?” Fury’s voice was very eager and intent. All he wanted was you safe, and him gone. 

“Long story. I’ll tell you when I get there.” Bucky was beyond worried about you. You were one of his best friends, you were hurt, and who knows if the baby was too. It seemed like in a flash, everything changed, and his friendship with Steve was a distant memory. 

“Fine. How long till you’re here? By the way, we have a doctor here that can take care of F/N. He’s a good guy.” Fury was trying to ease Bucky’s nerves and his mind. He couldn’t have him freaking out when you needed him most. 

“Ten more minutes. We’re almost there.” Bucky’s eyes were frantically shifting back and forth on the road, making sure he was going the right way. “Fury…” He took a deep breath, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat. “What are we going to do about Steve?” 

Fury took a moment, letting the line fall silent. “I don’t know.. I thought I was trusting the right man, but I guess I wasn’t and now I’ve put F/N and her unborn child in danger.” He was never a sentimental guy, but when it came to you, he was always protective. “That man is something else, and I honestly don’t know what our next step is besides trying to keep them safe.” 

You were sprawled across the backseat, barely breathing. The movement of the car bumping along the gravel was pulling you in and out of consciousness, and everything that you heard and saw were blurring together. A small groan escaped your lips, and Bucky snapped his head towards you. “Hang in there, F/N. Stay with me.” His look was sincere, his eyebrows furrowed together with worry. He faced the road again, this time speaking to Fury. “I don’t think she can hold out much longer. That doctor better have everything prepped when we get there.” Bucky pressed on the accelerator, picking up speed. You were only two minutes away from the compound. He checked his mirrors, making sure he wasn’t being followed. “We’re coming up the hill. See you soon.” The call ended and Bucky skidded to a halt at the plateau. There was a bunker built into the side of the hill, concealed from the view of the road, and everyone in the world besides a few select people. 

Bucky picked you up in his arms gently, then began running to the bunker door. His car began driving itself into another door, disappearing into the mountain. Before he could punch in the password, the door slid open, and Fury and the doctor stood behind it, a gurney at their side. “Put her here.” The doctor was calm and efficient while Bucky placed you on the bed, watching the man rush you off down the hall and around a corner. 

“Jesus. What did he do to her?” Fury’s gaze was locked on the end of the hall. 

“Steve did some pretty serious damage, but I suggest we get deep into the bunker before we have this conversation.” Bucky nodded towards him, punching in a series of numbers to shut the door. The two men walked down the hall, turning down a series of corners, finally making their way into a conference room of sorts. 


“So, tell me exactly what happened.” 

“Well, I don’t know what happened before I pulled up, but when I came, he was about to take her head off his his shield. If I didn’t fire some shots at him, I think he actually might have.” Bucky had his elbows propped up on the table with his fingers in his hair. “We were in hand to hand combat and I got him preoccupied enough to let F/N get to the car, but she didn’t even make it that far. Once I knocked Steve out, she was already out cold on the ground, so I laid her down in the back seat and drove here.” 

Fury was rubbing his chin, sitting at the head of the table. “And you just left him on the porch?” He locked his eyes on the distraught man in front of him. 

Bucky took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say. “I-I couldn’t do it. I know I should have, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. And I didn’t know if F/N was dead or alive, and I chose to save her instead. I hope that helps my case.” He picked his head up, meeting Fury’s gaze. 

“That’s understandable. But I have a feeling he’s not going to stop until she’s dead, so we might have to take him out before he even has a chance to touch her.” His hands were folded on the table, looking relaxed, but little did Bucky know his was squeezing the life out of them. 

Bucky nodded solemnly, diverting his eyes back to the table. “I understand.” 

The men sat in silence, the severity of the situation began to sink in. You were barely alive, Steve was with H.Y.D.R.A., and nobody knew who to trust anymore. What was the next step? What were they going to do with you? How were they going to keep you safe? These questions were running through both of their minds when there was a knock at the door and the doctor stepped in. 

“We need to talk.”


I hoped you liked it! I know it’s kind of short, but I didn’t want to get too into the next part. I hope you all have a wonderful day. I’ll have the next chapter of “Secret of These Hands” up this evening, so stay tuned! I love you all, you’re all beautiful and amazing. xoxo

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Tickled Pink~Part Two-Newt Scamander x Metamorphmagus!Reader

Tickled Pink part two-

A/N- Thank you to all of you who have requested a part tow to this, and I am sorry t took me so long to finish this. This set was one of my favorites to write so far :) The colors in the story are kind of based off of what I would associate with the emotions. Please enjoy :)

Also the reader is still a metamorphmagus in this

Warnings: none :)

Part One: http://unscriptedtimetraveler.tumblr.com/post/156504052741/tickled-pink-newt-scamander-x


Since your first meeting with Newt on the day he and the Goldstein sisters had visited your home, you had found the color pink very evident in your life. While lost in thought during the task of cleaning dishes, your hair would rapidly switch to a shade of pink as you remembered the way Newt’s hair sat messily on his head or the way his gleaming eyes sparkled like the stars. When collecting letters from Marian, your hair would switch again between not only pink, but also with a happy yellow, as you realized that another one of Newt’s letters had come through. You knew that you shouldn’t have started falling this easily, but you couldn’t help it. Newt Scamander was everything in a man you had wished for, including his passionate love for creatures. You thought that you were being completely out of your mind for thinking these things, but what you didn’t read in the letters was that Newt was just as smitten as you were, if not more.

Newt was a changed man after he left off the porch of your home. He was still kind-hearted and loyal towards his beasts and friends, but his heart had swollen larger than ever before. When he entered back into the Goldstein apartment that day, he practically stumbled over his own two feet because who was so lost in thought about you. He sank into their couch with a hand resting on his chin and a blushing grin on his face. Queenie laughed at him before coming back into the room.

“Oh it appears the Newt is a bit wrapped up in dear Y/n!” she giggled in adoration, mainly because Queenie could see the two of you fitting together perfectly, like two pieces of the same strange puzzle.

Newt sighed heavenly, he couldn’t wait to see you again.

At this moment, Newt was walking nervously back up to your door with a tiny set of flowers in hand about a week later. The flowers were partially because he wanted to bring you something for inviting him into your home, but they were also partially because he hoped that this was a way to show some of his affection without rushing around. He readjusted his bowtie with his wand in order to make a better impression on you. In the back of his mind he wanted you to be his. He wouldn’t advance too fast of course, but he did want to get to know you more over a cup of tea or perhaps a nice candlelit diner of some sort. He knew a little about you, but he wanted to know more. He wanted to know of all the little things that added up to you. You were incredibly beautiful, and you’d give any siren a prick of jealously. You were not only that, but you were sweeter than any dessert in Jacob’s bakery and more passionate than anyone he knew. He saw you as nothing short of amazing. You were unique from your hair to your eyes to your smile to your personality.

After knocking, he patiently waited for the door to swing open once more. He hoped that you had received his letter and that you knew he was here. If not, he would be even more awkward than he already felt. After what seemed like an eternity in his mind, the door opened to reveal your figure.

Newt felt awkward for staring, but he couldn’t help it. Your hair was now styled differently, as you had grown it out and curled it earlier, and your skin appeared illuminating in the sunlight. Your (eye color) eyes were enchanting pools, and your lips were tainted a faint pink like your blushing cheeks. Newt’s heart was doing unexplainable backflips as he took you in. You were marvelously mesmerizing, but he couldn’t properly form sentences at that moment. You smiled back at him, trying to push your own nervousness away so your hair wouldn’t erupt into a vibrant pink tint.

“Hello Newt, you’re a bit early,” you said playfully.

“Oh, I um, I didn’t notice I came too soon.”

“It’s alright Newt, come on in,” you giggled, allowing the delightful noise to whisk into his ears. Newt followed you inside and handed you the flowers, which you thought were lovely. Some of the pixies were already pulling a glass vase from the cupboards above you.

You already had tea preparing, as you knew Newt was coming. Newt assisted you in finishing setting up, casually keeping the conversation going as you exchanged what had been new in your lives. He had even brought out his Bowtruckle, Pickett, so that Finnic could have a new friend.

By the time the teas was ready, you both were sitting down at the table. Newt conversed about how excited he was to show you the case, and you listened with intense curiosity while stroking Phyllis the cat, on your lap.

Everything about Newt was just so fascinating. He had seen more parts of the world than anyone you knew and he had explored regions you didn’t even know existed. He was the adventurous type, but not the arrogant type to brag about all of his travels. He saw the world differently, and this was something you respected and adored.

Gentle sipping and clinking echoed between the stories and laughter until you were both finished, and now it was time to see what really thrived inside of the case. Carefully, Newt sat his case on the floor. You watched in amazement as Finnic invited himself back in your pocket. His calloused hand swept over the clasps of the case as they flipped up. A giddy smile erupted across Newt’s face, causing your hair to morph into a pastel pink.

With a gentle smile, he extended his hand towards you and led you into his world.

When you reached the bottom of the ladder, a sense of overwhelming curiosity and wonder exploded within you. You gasped at the setting, for you expected to be shocked, but this was beyond anything you had imagined. Immediately, your hair switched back to its fierce yellow shade, as it’s electrifying burst barely compared to what you felt with inside. Creatures of all shapes, forms, and colors stood before you. Each natural scene was different, some had canyons, some had hills, and some seemed like a dense forest. It stole every word from you like a thief in the night.

“D-do you like it?” asked Newt as yet another blush crept upon him. He was hoping that it wasn’t odd or too strange for you, but his worry escaped him when you threw yourself into him for a hug.

“Are you kidding, this is amazing! It’s absolutely incredible and unfathomable! I’ve never seen so many different species of creatures and plants in my entire life and what you’ve done here is just, it’s just astounding Newt!” you rambled rapidly out of pure excitement. You were like a ball of fire you were so hard to contain. Newt’s eyes proudly lit up, as he felt a sense of pride and attraction tug on his heartstrings. You were beautiful, anyone could see that, but he could literally feel you lovely joy reflecting off of you. You were like a child who had seen their first snowfall, eager and ready to explore the wonderland before them with all worries cast away. Now here you were, in his arms, like a sweet and fragile flower budding into spring, you were there.

You noticed that you had held him into a hug for quite some time, and as much as you didn’t want to let go, you retracted your arms from around his torso. You knew he was kind of slim, but you underestimated how toned he was underneath his soft blue coat, which had now been shrugged off to avoid the dirt. Flecks of pink reemerged in your hair as Newt let out a short laugh.

“Well come on love, there’s some creatures for you to meet.”

You were excited to see what else lied within the frames of the case, but now you were confused. Love? What did he mean by love? Was is just a simple nickname or was it something more? Did he feel the same? Did he like you? No, it’s silly to think such a thing, he was only saying it to be nice. Wasn’t he?

At the same time Newt was mentally scolding himself for letting that word slip. What if you thought he was a creep or some kind of man who was just looking for any girl? Was he rushing or being obvious? Was he not being obvious at all? He just wanted to make a good impression on you and ask you to be his, but he felt as if maybe his chance was slipping through his fingertips.

By the time you had sat down with the mooncalves, you had already met the rest of the Bowtruckles (Finnic did as well), the so-called thief known as the Niffler, Dougal the demiguise, and some of the Fwoopers. You were in the grassy areas with Newt and the mooncalves, silently petting and helping to feed each one. The pellets floated gracefully from your hand out to them, and Newt sighed at the sight of your majestic form. He sat back down next to you.

“Thank you for showing all of this Newt. This is insanely breathtaking.”

“You’re welcome Y/n, but thank you for not freaking out or anything.”

You laughed, “Well if anything I’m surprised you didn’t think my ‘cat-lady habits’ were weird. Most people do.”

“Nonsense, the fact that you helped save creatures is great!”

“I guess, but most people think I’m absurd or try to turn me into MACUSA because it’s ‘an abnormal habit’ or something.”

Newt frowned, clearly being able to see the slight insecurity as your hair became a faded blue. He personally thought what you were doing was incredible.

“I’m sorry for being kind of emotional about it,” you apologized, “My hair also kind of does this a lot.”

Newt wrapped you into a hug. It wasn’t like the one earlier, which was abrupt and full of excitement, but it was a soothing hug. It was one that showed you that he understood. You sank into his embrace and security.

“Y/n, you don’t have to apologize for being yourself. Besides I um…I think you’re rather lovely…actually,” he spoke, whispering the last part.

Your eyes widened. Newt thought that you were lovely?

“Y-you do?”

“Of course, you’re caring and kind. You’re curiously adorable. You’re unique, beautiful, creatively charming and intelligent too…” he trailed off into a pause before continuing, “And anyone would be lucky to know you.”

You were touched by his words and you had now noticed how close you two were in reality. He was looking at you now with his crystalized eyes inches away from where you were. You could feel the heat radiating off of his cheeks, and before you knew it, you felt the sudden warmth of his lips. He expected you to pull away, but you only deepened it. With eyes closed and minds lost elsewhere, you kissed each other as if you had been waiting for years. His hands resituated along your waist as he lifted you up and pulled you closer. You now sat straddling his lap with your hands in his fluffy hair, weaving and winding it through your fingers. Each of your hearts flooded with passion and love, for you may have only know each other for a bit, but Newt felt as if he needed you in his life. He felt swept away, like a feather on the surface of the ocean waves, freely gliding off into wherever it desired. You two were so wrapped up with one another that neither of you realized that your hair was now a new color, a deep reddish magenta.

Newt left your lips breathlessly and looked down at you before stuttering, “I-I, Y/n I um, I’m sorry if that was weird I just, I really like you and think you’re extraordinary.”


“You didn’t do anything wrong Newt. I actually thought the same…about you, as you could probably tell by my hair now.” You lifted up one of your new locks.

“Y/n, I don’t want to rush things but perhaps you would maybe want to join me for dinner sometime, for an actual date? If you don’t want to you don’t have to-,”

You cut him off, “I would love to accompany you Newt.”

Still struck from the emotions of before, you grinned contently. Newt matched your smile and tenderly held your hand in his, massaging his thumb over your knuckles. You felt the same towards him as he did to you, and he was over the moon.

You could tell that Newt was special. He wasn’t like others from your past who viewed you as strange or as some sort of object. He actually cared about you and lovingly accepted you for who you were on the inside. You didn’t need your deep magenta hair to show that love was blossoming between the two of you, and Newt was just the right person to steal your heart.

Masterlist:

http://unscriptedtimetraveler.tumblr.com/post/156427727241/masterlist-thing

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⤀ “Falling Catching,” by @hencethebravery​. | After a long, hot summer, Emma and Killian escape Storybrooke to enjoy all the aesthetic pleasures that fall has to offer. Post S6, newlywed road trip 2k17. 

Notes: For CS Halloweek (“Seasonal”)! Please note, I am a biased little bean and had the babes spend some time in NY because NY in the fall is the actual best. The lil tale Killian tells towards the end is taken from a short story by Angela Carter in The Bloody Chamber. Many thanks to @the-reason-to-sail-home for her notes on this. Also on Ao3.


+ A few months after the wedding (and yet another curse), a few months after things return to normal by Storybrooke standards, the weather finally starts to turn. Summer takes an unusually long time to end; the hot, occasionally humid days persisting long after the first official day of autumn. By the end of September, the heat starts to feel oppressive. However much Emma had enjoyed the feeling of the sun on her skin, had vainly admired the smattering of dark freckles on the bridge of her nose and along the tops of her cheeks, her enthusiasm had begun to severely wane.

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anonymous asked:

can you write/ link some percabeth fluff from an outsiders point of view? i loooove those fanfictions:)

i kind of bent this one to fit because this drabble has been sitting in my wip folder for like half a year. anyway, i’ve always been interested in Malcolm’s character so this is his PoV in a few points over the series. hope it suffices

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i.

Malcolm Warner has seen his sister through many things. As she has seen him.

He still remembers arriving at Camp Half-Blood, tired and bleeding and bruised, and being directed around the Camp by the blonde-haired young girl already with a few beads strung around her neck. She had been confident, almost arrogant, but clearly proud of her home as she’d told him all about Camp Half-Blood and the gods and their mother. Malcolm had respected her straight away, and despite her being a year his junior, he had looked up to her as a leader. Annabeth Chase had been brave, strong, smart; everything he had wanted to be.

ii.

He walks into their cabin at the beginning of his second Winter Break at Camp Half Blood to find Annabeth sitting on her bunk staring at the wall. He sits down next to her and asks her if she is okay and she shakes her head mutely. She scrubs at her cheeks where a few tears have fallen and he nudges her shoulder and tells her it’s okay, she can tell him, he can keep a secret.
And for some reason, she tells him.
“I thought I was okay,” she says, “with Luke betraying us. When I was in San Francisco these past few months I hadn’t thought about it so much, but now that I’m back here… He was the one who brought me here, him and Thalia. I thought we were a family but…”
Malcolm takes her hand and squeezes. “We’re your family, Annabeth.” And her smile is so so sad and so grateful that his heart feels like a fist has tightened around it. He feels like an older brother. Like family.

Just a few weeks later Annabeth makes it home after being captured by the titan, Atlas, with new grey streaks burned into her hair and a new weight added to her still young shoulders. He had walked onto the porch of the Big House and gone straight up to her. He puts his arms around her and feels her momentary surprise, feels her slowly relax into his embrace and wrap her arms around him as she tucks her chin over his shoulder. He had feels her cheek against his as she smiles, and he wants to protect her from the worst of things.

iii.

He walks into his cabin one day and finds Annabeth in the embrace of another boy, one who is not her brother, but a son of Poseidon. He feels a strange older-brotherly protective instinct to separate the pair, but more prominently, the satisfying little click in the back of his mind that says finally. The whole camp has been watching these two kids fumble around each other for the past two years, fighting for and against each other. Malcolm clears his throat - so awkward - and bites the inside of his cheek as the two teenagers spring apart like wild salmon, their cheeks blossoming like red petals in the sun. They both stammer something about maps and Malcolm tries not to laugh at their awkwardness. One day, he thinks, they’ll figure it out.

iv.

He stands next to Annabeth on the beach as she tells him how she had escaped the Labyrinth; how she had met Daedalus and been given the greatest possible gift; how Luke had been there and his eyes had burned gold and his mouth had uttered the words of another. How Percy Jackson had told her to run, how she had kissed him and left him. How she could kill that boy for being so damn heroic and so damn stupid; but she hated herself even more for leaving him. Malcolm holds her hand and pretends not to notice her wipe the tear from her cheek.
He comes back, that stupid heroic boy, and Malcolm certainly doesn’t miss the moment Annabeth launches herself at Percy and doesn’t let him go for a long time. He’s not sure whose cheeks are pinker when she finally does.

v.

Malcolm is there when his sister finally kisses that goofball. He’s one of the people who throws them into the lake and waits for them to resurface; he’s also one of the first to give up and realise that they probably have no intention to do so and Percy is more than well enough equipped to keep the two of the down there all night if he wants to. He doesn’t quite keep them there all night, but it’s well past midnight when Annabeth finally sneaks back into the Athena cabin, clothes dripping on the wooden floorboards as she tiptoes to her bed.
“Good night, Annabeth,” he whispers as she passes the end of his bed.
She gasps. “Shut up, Malcolm.”
“I’m happy for you.”
“Shut. Up. Malcolm.” He can’t see her face but he’s pretty sure she’s smiling anyway.

vi.

Percy goes missing three days after Malcolm’s eighteenth birthday. Annabeth tears the camp apart looking for him and all Malcolm can do is watch as she storms from cabin to cabin, trudges through every corner of the woods, kneels on the deck of the lake and begs the neriads to help her. It’s a full week later, after three mysterious new demigods have shown up at the camp with tattoos and blessings from Hera, that Malcolm sits down next to her in the busy Pavilion. She has a plate of food in front of her which she plays with idly, poking her potatoes with her fork and not even feigning an interest in eating them. Malcolm nudges her with his elbow and drops a bag of jelly beans on her plate.
“How nutritional,” she comments.
“Well, it’s better than poking your potatoes.”
She sighs and opens the packet, popping a blue one in her mouth and chewing morosely.
Malcolm looks at her. “We’ll find him, Annabeth.”
She stares at the candy in her hand and shakes her head. “What if he’s hurt?” she whispers, and it’s the first time he’s heard her talk about Percy without yelling since he disappeared. She looks at him and he can see the sadness in her eyes, the genuine fear. “What if he needs help?”
He puts his arm around her shoulders and tucks her to his side, like he might be able to shield her from some of this pain. “It’s gonna be okay, Annabeth,” he tells her, because he doesn’t really know what else to say. “We’ll find him.”

She does, find him, that is. And there’s still fear in her eyes, one he thinks she might need some time to recover from. But she holds onto Percy’s hand as they sit around the campfire and Malcolm also sees hope. He hears Percy telling her that of course she has to go with him to see him mom, and he realises she has more than one family now. And that’s okay, it’s amazing actually. He remembers the little girl he met, with a jutted chin and fierce eyes and no family, and looks at his sister now, laughing with her whole face and fire behind her eyes with her hand in the hand of the boy she loves, and he thinks he might just be proud of her. Proud to be her brother.

anonymous asked:

Percabeth 10 plz! Could you add some percababy(ies)? I can't get enough of the cuteness!!

“But I wanna sit with you and Uncle Grover!”

Annabeth smooths back Daisy’s hair in hopes of heading off the impending meltdown. The girl’s had a long day–between running around Camp in the hot summer sun for hours and trying to help with all aspects of set-up, and having herself primped and dressed and posed for pictures, and forgoing her afternoon nap to sneak into the Big House kitchen with her father to indulge in pre-wedding snacks–well, it’s no wonder she’s emotional.

But she’s got frosting all over her face, and five minutes to get her butt in line for the beginning of the ceremony. Annabeth intends to get her there.

“You were so excited to be a flower girl,,” she says after Percy escapes, managing to hike up the skirt of her dress and crouch down on the kitchen floor with her hugely swollen belly. She rubs her thumbs across Daisy’s cheeks. Her fingers come back sweet and yellow and sticky. “Don’t you want to stand with Aunt Katie when she gets married?”

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The Lucky One Pt 1 (reader x Bucky)

Hello, my dear friends! This has been a long time coming and I’ve finally found the time to get it started, but we’ll see how often I can post from here. I hope you all like it! 

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The Lucky One Pt 1 (reader x Bucky)

Characters: reader, reader’s mom, Bucky, (James), OC Kevin Jenkins, OC Caleb, more to come.

Summary: As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

Warnings: angst, a little fluff, small mentions of sexual situations

Word Count: 2208

A/N: This is part one of my fic for Stark Tower’s Movie Challenge. I chose the movie “The Lucky One” and I’m really excited about it! I’ve read the book AND seen the movie but it’s been a while so I hope my own loose interpretation is fun and entertaining. Please let me know your thoughts, whether you’ve see the movie or not, I appreciate your feedback!! :)

*Special tag: @stories-from-stark-tower

Tags are at the bottom (I’ll consider adding tags, I’m still trying to figure a new system out)

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Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

“I can’t believe you hired a stranger off the street without even consulting me! I mean…he’s not even from around here. He’s a drifter from who-knows-where and he could be a…a serial killer or something!” you spoke emphatically, not quite a yell but nearly.

“What? You were gone, we need the help, he needs a job. What’s there to consult about?” she shrugged innocently.

“Mother. I know you’re not as…able as you used to be, but we were doing just fine! I’m perfectly capable of hauling the bales of hay and training the horses and dealing with owners and…”

“…and running yourself into the ground. Honey, you can’t do it all by yourself. Not forever. You’re stretched too thin. This James fella seems perfectly capable of doing the heavy lifting. I mean look at him throw those bales around with those muscles. And that jaw, yowzah…. If I were 30 years younger…” your mother swooned, craning her neck toward the window.

“Mom!” you laughed. She always was a pistol.

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Monsta X reaction to coming home and finding you shoveling the sidewalk !

(a/n: This is based off a reaction that I wrote one year ago, when I was still running a writing blog under @bryony-raylene-writes. The original is long gone but shoveling the sidewalk around Christmastime always brings back feels! So I hope you enjoy this, my first ever reaction I’ve decided to post here on #ellynefics ❤️  Thank you so much to all my followers, Merry (late) Christmas/Yule and Happy New Year!!)

Another long day of work was over, and quickly, you collected your things, punching out and ducking out the back employee’s door. Fresh snow crunched under your feet as you walked to your car. The temperature had been dropping lately, so it wasn’t a big surprise when you had woken up that morning and opened the window to the sight of the ground blanketed in white. It seemed that more had fallen while you were stuck inside the office, too. Right now, there was nothing more you wanted than to be home, snuggled in front of the fire. Also, preferably, wrapped in a warm blanket and drinking hot cocoa. 

However when you arrived, after what seemed like forever, the realization hit that you couldn’t relax just yet. The sidewalks needed to be cleared off, or else you could get a ticket from the city. So grabbing the snow shovel from the front porch, you set to work. 

Not five minutes later, you heard a car pull up to the side of the house. There was the distinctive sound of the passenger’s side door opening, and a familiar voice saying thank you, see you tomorrow. You smiled brightly as footsteps approached from behind.

Your boyfriend must be off early today. 

  • genre;; realistic, genderless reader
  • fluff, slight non-graphic smut (possibly nsfw)
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NIGHTMARES

(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 1 284
summary : Kai is out of town for a few days and when he comes back he finds Reader having a nightmare.
(events happen after 8.16 which means Kai gets out .. )
*not my gif
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Kai couldn’t wait to get home and surprise Y/N.  He had gotten the new Ascendant and now the plan was to hide it where no one could find it and use it against him again. There was nothing in the world that could separate him and Y/N again.
He planned on sneaking into bed with her , watching her sleep for a few hours before she wakes up. In his mind he could see her smile , how her eyes will lit up when she sees him. He took another turn down the street , he car’s engine purring quietly. It was around 3AM when he finally got home and parked the car outside their house. Their neighbour’s cat was sleeping on the porch , waving its tail. Kai didn’t like the creature much but Y/N loved that fur ball  and he let it be. He stopped at the front door , his hand going in his pocking taking out his keys , suddenly someone was rubbing themself in his legs. Kai looked down seeing the cat look at him with innocent eyes , purring with its tail waving in the air.
“Go away.” Kai muttered taking a step away from the creature. “I don’t like you… or your fuzzy .. purring attitude.”
Kai unlocked the door , dropping his bag on the floor next to it. The cat walked inside but he grabbed it and lightly tossed it outside a few steps off the ground. There was no way he’d let that fur ball inside. 
It was dark inside but it wasn’t quiet as he had thought it would be. Something was wrong , there were muffled screams and sobs coming from their bedroom upstairs. He vamp- ran towards the room , the door was opened and Y/N was tossing and turning in the bed , tears rolling down her cheeks.


Y/N was in the woods near the old cemetery. It was dark and quiet except for her footsteps and heavy breathing. She kept running , turning around to look every few steps making sure he hadn’t caught up wit her. Her mind was clouded , tears threatening to start falling any moment.  Suddenly she was in front of the Salvatore crypt , the door opened and candle light coming from inside. Y/N stopped , walking as quietly as possible sneaking a peek inside. 
There was a closed coffin in the middle of it , but no one was inside. For a moment she wondered if it’s a good idea to stop , he was still chasing her and it was a matter of time before he caught up with her , but she had to know if what he had said was true. Y/N placed her hands on the lid , closing her eyes and taking a shallow breath before opening it. A loud scream escaped her throat at the sight of the person inside and she nearly fell backwards… Her hand covered her mouth but there was no way to stop  the tears  or muffle the sobs anymore , she lost her balance for a second her hands grabbing at the coffin. 
It was true. What Damon had said was true , he had killed him. Kai was dead.  Y/N reached for his face unable to believe it was all real. Her hands wrapped around the wooden stake in his heart pulling it out , hoping somehow he’d come back. His skin was gray , his veins showing … he was dessicated. 
“You know whats coming now …” Damon’s voice whispered in her ear. She hadn’t even noticed him come in.
“No .. no , please no.. ” she cried , hoping it wasn’t real.  Y/N wasn’t crying for herself , she cried for him. Kai couldn’t be dead … not again. This couldn’t be real.  A moment later Damon punched a hole in her chest , the air being pulled out of her lungs as her mind started to go numb from the pain.
“ Ugh , don’t you ever stop crying ?” Katherine’s voice sounded in the crypt startling her. “Don’t worry , you will be with lover boy soon.“ 
Y/N turned her head to the left and saw her smirking , lighting a match and throwing it in the coffin where Kai’s body was  lighting it on fire… 
Y/N screamed , a scream so loud the glass windows of the crypt shattered.
"Y/N…” she heard Kai’s voice calling to her from somewhere. “Wake up…”


“No, no , please no ..” she mumbled in her sleep. 
Kai rushed to her side , sitting on the bed his hands on her shoulders.
“Y/N .. wake up… come on , wake up.” he said softly , gently shaking her shoulders. “You are having a nightmare.”
Y/N opened her eyes , looking confused around the room fear and tears in her eyes. A second later her gaze fell on Kai , a small smile on his face.
“Hi.” he said. 
“K-Kai ?” she pulled herself up , her hands wrapping around him. “H-how are you here ? Y-you said …4 days , it’s barely been 2.”
Kai stroked her hair , rubbing her back gently with his other hand. Her heart was beating so fast he was worried it might burst or something. “I got things done early. Are you ok ? Do you want to talk about it ?” he said softly. Y/N didn’t want to let go off him and snuggled closer. For a few minutes none of them spoke , only her sobs could be heart breaking the silence.
“I … y-you were d-dead , I was running … saw your body in a coffin…” she mumbled between sobs. “S-she lit your body on f-fire..”
“Who ?" 
"K-Katherine … ” she sobbed again. Y/N closed her eyes , seeing the image of the match ‘flying’ into the coffin with Kai’s body in slow motion , the grin on Katherine’s face enjoying every second knowing the pain she is inflicting.
Kai sighed. It hadn’t been the first time since he had come back from Hell and then the Prison World that Y/N had nightmares like that. Her biggest fear had always been losing him , it had only gotten worse after all they went through. He thought the nightmares had stopped but clearly him being away had prompted another one. Kai pulled back , cupping her face gently wiping tears from her cheeks. Her hand reached for the back of his neck , her fingers playing with his hair.
“It was just a bad dream. I’m alive. I’m here with you and nothing is ever going to separate us again.” he said softly, a small smile on his face seeing the relief in her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere , not without you.”
Kai could her her breathing calm down a little , her heart beat returning to a steady rhythm slowly.
“I never should’ve left you here alone.” he said brushing her cheek. “Next time you are coming with me.” He leaned in kissing her forehead.
Y/N pulled him onto the bed next to her , resting her head on his chest snuggling as close as possible to him as Kai wrapped his arm around her. She took a few deep breaths , inhaling his scent , feeling his chest raise and fall every few seconds. 
“So you f-found it ?” she asked breaking the silence. 
“Mmmhmm… I promised you forever , princess. Remember ? ” he said , Y/N could hear the smile in his voice. She got up enough to kiss him , pulling his face closer to hers. Kai gently rolled on top of her.
Forever ?” she asked smiling , her fingers tangled in his hair.
Forever…” he said smiling , leaning to kiss her. A moment later his hands started tickling her making her laugh , erasing the nightmare from her memory completely. Kai rolled on the bed next to her , pulling her close. 
“Go back to sleep now. I’ll be here chasing the nightmares away.”

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fullmetalkarneval13  asked:

I got a prompt!!! How about... Oh oh... Ok... *Clears throat, steepling my fingers* this might be a lil long winded but here's what I got. Viktor is retired and Yuuri is still skating, viktor still his coach. They bought a house in heastu, and are walking home from the rink... They're walking up the drive when they see a basket on there stoop... Mewling coming from the basket.... A lil baby with a letter on top of it's belly laid in the basket... What do you think???

HELLO FRIEND!!! THANK YOU FOR BEING THE NICEST PERSON EVER AND REQUESTING THE NICEST IDEA EVER!!! (we now have Lori’s custody, we own her lol) Anyways…I hope you like this!! Even though I first thought you meant a kitten and yeah XD 



Life and Love.

Viktor had thought he knew what those words meant. He didn’t need to look them up in a dictionary to define them, they rolled out his tongue on a casual daily basis, he spit them, voiced them a thousand times with the security only habit could provide. He was Viktor Nikiforov, after all. Owner of a great life, five gold medals, a beautiful poodle named Makkachin, and a smile that could set any stare on fire.

How could it have been possible, in any way, that someone like him didn’t know about Life and Love?

But all of a sudden, this clumsy guy stepped in with his awkwardness and his glasses, making music with his body, and giving a completely new meaning to two terms that, before, had seemed completely obvious.

They weren’t as obvious anymore.

What he could so easily define in the past, the solidity of those words, would now melt into meaningless babbles when he looked at him, when he heard him laugh, when he felt the needy press of fingers on his skin. Suddenly, words weren’t enough.

He had built a whole new definition for Life and Love. A wordless definition. That was so easily summarized into a specific shade of brown, and that he only got when he stared at Yuuri in the eyes.

However, there were times when the meanings escaped his restrains, and they flew in the empty air and away from his hold.

There were times when Yuuri wasn’t there, maybe at the rink practicing or hanging out with Phichit. There were times, when Yuuri was busy or uninterested, and Viktor’s roaming hands weren’t enough to convince him. There were times when he was alone, maybe staring at the sea, feeling he still had so much Life and Love inside of him he didn’t know where to fit, where to pour.

It wasn’t Yuuri’s fault, he knew. He had no one to blame but himself.

Sometimes Yuuri would find him sitting on the couch, looking at his old performances, those in which he still had his long hair and way before he started to question the meaning of Life and Love. Back then, both were found on the ice. And Viktor sometimes desperately wanted to feel that again, that youthful, innocent certainty, that precise definition. In those moments, his husband would reach for him and hug him from behind, massage his neck with loving, caring hands and plant some few kisses on his hair.

And right then, when Viktor stood up from the couch to pick him up, carry him all the way to the bedroom and make love to him for hours, he knew that was it. That was Life and Love.

But he wasn’t sure if it was all of it.

One afternoon, they were returning from the rink after a busy day of practice, walking the warm streets of St. Petersburg with summer being just around the corner.  They were holding hands, just like they always did, chatting about the routines and the moves Yuuri was having trouble with, or even gossiping about some other skater or two. That was Viktor’s favorite moment of the day. And he believed it was Yuuri’s too, judging by the relaxed smile on his lips and the occasional caresses his thumb traced on the back of his hand.

He was thinking just about that, of how lovely he looked as he talked about his skating, eyes so shiny with passion that they reflected then sunset thrice as strongly, so submerged into his favorite definition of the two Ls…when he suddenly heard him cut off mid-sentence, and he followed the path of his bugged, widened eyes that were resting somewhere that wasn’t Viktor’s own.

A basket. At the side of the road.

Only then, with the silence generated by shock, he was able to hear the faint noise of whining, and he shared with his husband a simultaneous panicked look.

Of course, they both had heard numerous stories about kids being dumped on alleys or porches, waiting for someone to pick them up and care. Of course they had heard about the cruelest crime of all, which was abandoning a child. Of course they knew this was it.  But hearing the story from the news has nothing to do with actually hear the crying, the blabbering, the sobs of a one-year-old inside a basket.

And by the time Yuuri was kneeling, picking the creature between his arms, desperately rambling about how they needed to contact the police right away…Viktor wasn’t listening.

His attention was fixed on those big, teary eyes, that small furrowed nose and sobbing lips. Little hands instinctively reaching for the heat of Yuuri’s chest as he was rocked back and forth, crying, desperate for a bit of warmth. For a bit of Life and Love.

The immediate course of action was to feed him. They didn’t know what was the last time the poor thing had eaten, and so they took her to their apartment and gave her some milk. They had to stop by a store to buy some supplies, even though they were obviously planning to contact the authorities as soon as possible. But they needed some diapers and special food for the meantime.

The basket had a little note inside, written in Russian of course, and Viktor could easily tell a huge amount of grammar and spelling mistakes, and he couldn’t help but make assumptions. Maybe her parents couldn’t take care of her, maybe they didn’t have the money…but why leave her there? In the middle of nowhere?

By the time they got her to eat and sleep, it was already nighttime. Viktor could see just how stressed his husband was. He could read him very easily, and knew his empathy and kind heart were the culprits of his silence and the tension accumulating in his shoulders. Viktor told him to relax, that they could decide what to do the next day, and that he should probably go take a shower.

Yuuri complied, carefully putting the sleeping baby into the basket again, but this time with a much comfortable cushion underneath and the heat of a cozy blanket.

Viktor was still in daze, not really sure of what he should be doing, or what he should be feeling. He was numbed by surprise, the impact of seeing such a scene. But he was forcefully taken out of his shock by the surreal sound of crying he still couldn’t believe that was coming from his own living room.

He picked the girl up, not really sure of how babies worked, but the yelp the poor thing let out as he held her by her feet was enough of a clue to understand he was doing something wrong. He grabbed her from under her armpits instead, warily, almost afraid, as if she could start breathing out fire at any second or jump at his neck with sharp teeth she didn’t even have.

How did someone stop a baby from crying?? Shaking it??

Nope, definitely not shaking it.

Maybe turning her around?

Ok he wasn’t good at this.

The baby kept crying and Viktor kept fearing he would lose all of his hair in the term of one night. Didn’t these things come with…instructions or something? Just to satisfy some sense of curiosity and ridiculous hope, he pressed a finger to her belly-button, as if it were an actual button that would stop the whining. But the only reaction he got, was an instant kick on the face.

“Oh fuck!”

Much to his surprised, however, the crying ceased. But it hadn’t been the belly-button, the baby was laughing at the way he held his nose in pain.

“What are you laughing at, you meanie!” he frowned, getting nearer, but the baby didn’t seem to take him seriously as she extended a hand to grab his nose “hey, let go! I know it’s a pretty handsome nose but you can’t have it”

She chortled merrily, grabbing his eye-lid next, and laughing even harder as Viktor blinked in pain.

Well, at least she stopped crying.

“Ouch! Keep those hands to yourself, young lady!”

He booped her nose, and realized that might have been the button he had been looking for, since she gifted him the purest, fondest smile Viktor had seen in years. He did it again, mouthing silly noises, enthralled by the happy yelps and giggles he got for an answer, feeling the joy beginning to rub on him.

He didn’t know how much time he spent playing with her, ticking her belly and pinching her cheeks. But she was laughing, she was beautifully laughing and Viktor was laughing, too. He felt cloyed, overwhelmed, so full of emotions he couldn’t fit anything else. There were no worries, no stresses, and no need to define Life and Love. Right then, he felt complete.

He hadn’t even noticed when the hum of the shower had stopped, nor how much time Yuuri had been staring at him from the bathroom’s door frame, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, smiling to himself. By that time, the little girl had fallen asleep, and she was clutching Viktor’s finger in her tiny hand, occasionally taking it to her mouth to suck on it affectionately. He was fascinated.

“Seems you get along quite well, huh?” Yuuri chuckled softly, hugging him from behind, and planting a kiss to his temple. He seemed to be feeling better.

“Yeah, Lori is perfect”

“Lori?”

“That’s how I named her”

“Vitya, no” Yuuri sat beside him on the sofa, and Viktor got to see the previous worry back in his eyes “We can’t name her, love. She’s not ours”

“Yeah, but…” he debated if he should say the following words, but they just burst out before he could find a gentler way to phrase it “…what if she was?”

Yuuri blinked, staring at him with what he recognized as disbelief, gaze torn between his husband and the baby on his arms.

“What??”

“Yuuri, darling…wouldn’t you like to be a father? We talked about this already, and you said you would like to someday…” the look in Yuuri’s eyes made him stop mid-sentence.

“Oh, Vitya” he sighed rubbing his face, giving a long sighed onto his own hands “I would love to, you know I do, but I just…this is so sudden! I still have one or two more years at skating, I don’t know if I could handle a baby and my career, I just…”

“But we can do it together, Yuuri! Together we can do anything!”

“A baby is not a joking matter, Viktor. We can’t just try. Maybe we should wait until I retire…”

“But look at her!” Viktor hugged her close, as if someone may try to take her away from him “Lori is so beautiful! And she needs us!”

“I think that Lori-” he stopped himself “the baby, needs a family who will take good care of her…You are my coach, and you are just as busy as me. And I’m afraid…”

“What are you afraid of?”

“I’m afraid to be a bad parent”

Viktor saw the beginning of tears shining in his husband’s eyes, and he immediately closed the space between them, letting him hold Lori so that he could hug him instead. He had been selfish and impulsive, he knew Yuuri was an anxious, insecure person, and he hadn’t considered his emotions. The idea of being parents was way too overwhelming for him to decide in just one night. In fact, it was way too hurried for anyone. He was being irrational and acting out of mere raw emotions. He needed to think things out.

“I’m sorry” he whispered, watching Yuuri’s gaze getting lost in Lori as well, but immediately forcing himself to look away “You are right…we shouldn’t hurry things up”

For the next week after they contacted the authorities and left the baby at their custody, Viktor wasn’t the same as before.

He knew he shouldn’t act so mourning, he hadn’t lost anything. His life was just like it was before, and he had always been a happy man. He still had Yuuri, his friends, skating…yet, he couldn’t pretend he didn’t notice the feeling of emptiness.

He returned to his habit of watching his old routines. Only that he did it every day, and he spent an alarming amount of hours at it. And when Yuuri walked in, tracing his fingertips down his neck and kissing him soothingly, Viktor didn’t stand up to take him to bed. He just stood there, silent, eyes fixed on the screen.

He noticed his husband was conflicted too, but they just seemed unable to deal with the commotion together. They didn’t talk about it. He would sometimes find Yuuri in the kitchen plainly staring at the wall, the kettle boiling and whistling loudly in the stove, asking to be turned off. But the man would just stay still, in trance, holding the cup and the tea bag in hand but not moving at all, lost in thought.

One day, Viktor had decided to go for a walk. Sometimes, staring at the sea cleared his thoughts a bit. But the salty scent of the water didn’t seem to help at the moment. He returned to the apartment with his hopes down, trying not to sulk as he opened the door, so that Yuuri didn’t feel even worst at the sight. But as soon as he got in, the false solemnity of his face broke into curiosity, as he saw a bunch of papers sprawled on top of the coffee table, and his husband sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed.

“What’s this?” Viktor asked, warily, taking a document into his hands.

“Read”

His eyes widened, and he put down the paper to stare at Yuuri in disbelief.

They were adoption papers.

“Are you serious?” He asked, his voice a thread.

Yuuri stood up coyly, with tears in his eyes, and in no second Viktor was hugging him close, kissing him, and crying a little bit himself, too.

The paperwork took weeks, but after signing many documents, answering many questions, and buying many baby items online, Lori was finally at home.

They talked to Yakov, and asked him if he could be Yuuri’s coach whenever things got busy. Mari was glad to help, too, and took good care of Lori when her parents were way too busy with competitions. Yuuko offered some help as well as soon as she heard the news, being so happy for her friend to finally experience the joy of parenthood, and willingly giving him a hand whenever he needed.

Even Yurio was enamored by the baby girl, and sometimes he held her and played with her when they took her to the practices.

And Viktor? Viktor was obsessed. Viktor would pamper his daughter and rant about how he was PERSONALLY going to teach her how to skate as soon as she could stand on her feet.

“We are the luckiest people in the world” He would always say, watching his husband as he changed her diapers or lulled her to sleep between his arms.

Because, from that moment on, Viktor had a new definition for Life and Love.

Life and Love were ephemeral, volatile, and constantly building themselves, changing, morphing, absorbing more and more meanings, smells, eye colors and feelings.

Life and Love would always have different significances.

And, maybe, he may have found his third L.



Now I can’t take Lori out of my head…what did u do to me gurl. You just gave me a killing headcanon 

Don’t Fear the Reaper Chapter 3: Tense

Sam Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Warnings: None

Summary: After helping Sam and Dean escape Lucifer, you head with them to Bobby’s house.

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Dean had woken up during the first part of the drive back, and for a second you feared you would have a knife in your gullet as he noticed you for the first time.

“Who the hell are you?” He questioned, holding out his knife in one hand, grasping his head with the other. The toss against the tree hadn’t done his head any favors, but he would survive.

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Of Swordplay and Horse Riding

CHAPTER 1
Katakura Kojuro/MC
NC17 Smutty Fic

CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 2.5



He looked at her, “I might hurt you. No, I know I will hurt you.”

“Kojuro-sama, you taught me swordplay and horse riding, I have known pain from you and I survived.”

“This,” he ground himself against her, making sure she felt the full extent of his raging arousal, “is an entirely different kind of swordplay and horse riding.”


A smutty Kojuro Fic. Kojuro/MC. Takes place after the Echoes of True Love story event in the game.I might be planning a second part, explicitly PWP smut to follow, wish me the luck and the courage to write it!


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prologue

Rating: T
And when we leave this life,
I’m not scared of losing you.
We were born two stars in the same orbit,
now here as two bodies
recognizing each other once again,
and I don’t know what’s next. 


Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

His obsidian eyes watch as her tender fingertips trace the edge of the water, leaving ripples in her wake. The koi fish in the pond press their small lips to the surface, only to taste the sweetness of her skin on the water, then bounce away.

Her long, beautiful hair is pulled to the side. A braid, hanging loosely over her shoulder comes to rest at the base of her rib cage, while the pink tresses catch lightly in the blowing breeze.

He can’t help but soak up the beauty that she portrays. Her skin is ivory, light scars painting her knuckles where she has downed many enemies in the past, and although she’s strong - mentally and physically - he still kisses her knuckles with soft lifts before the day ends.

The sun is setting now, his dark eyes watch as the last rays of light shine over her beautiful figure, bathing her in the golden light. When her eyes meet his, he can’t tell the difference in whether this is a dream or reality.

“Are you ready to go, darling?” Her soothing voice broke the silence, much like the smile that broke out on her pale ruby lips.

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I actually love this one. R.I.P. With a grunt, you smile in satisfaction as the sound of the last moving box lands on the new, polished floors with with thud. You wiped your brow, being a petite woman, obviously not used to carrying as many boxes as you had, dumbly refusing your friend’s offer to help you move in. You stare up at your new, two story house in awe, wandering while letting your fingertips slide along to counters of your new home. You are a 26 year old woman who had previously lived in Los Angeles as an actor before moving here to film a new and upcoming movie in the spring. Finally, after walking around the empty space, you walked out to your car to make sure you got the last of your luggage, before locking the doors. As you make your way back up to your porchstep, you see a tall brunnete man walking up to his own porch, two dogs, adorable if you might add, on a leash jumping up and pawing at his jeans. You smile, and one of the white dogs turns their full attention towards you, pulling against the leash and barking at you. You giggle, waving at the pooch before realising his or her owner was looking at you with a smile. You look up, blushing as you wave shyly. “Are you the new neighbor?” He shouts, and you nod, biting you lip. “Yeah, that’s me!” You call back, still eyeing the adorable pups. One scratches at the door, and the man leans down to pet them, before opening the door and giving you one last glance before getting pulled into the house by his inpatient dogs. You laugh, walking into your new home, taking in a deep breath. You grab a bottle of water and sit on the floor, opening a cardboard box, deciding to start to go through your things and organize. The first thing to catch your eye is the small glint of light reflecting off of a sleek, laminated photo, the dim light pouring through a cracked window bouncing off of it’s surface. You pick it up, beaming at the photo of your best friends, posed for a cast photo on your last show. The group has become apart of your family, and over the years of working they’ve gotten to know everything about you- from your unhealthy obsession for donuts, to your massive fear of.. before you can finish that thought, a high pitched squeal escapes your mouth as a small black spider crawls from underneath the picture to on your finger. You quickly jump up, eyes wide as you frantically flick the spider off of your hand, eyes wide as you scramble onto the nearest counter, eyes searching the bloodthirsty little devil. The revolting creature crawls quickly across the hardwood floor, finally settling down after the shock on the freshly painted, yet dry walls. You let out a shaky breath, hands shaking as you climb off the counter carefully, eyeing the spider before taking off, running towards the door and flipping it open, nearly tripping as you scramble onto the porch. You run a hand through your hair, not wanting to go inside the house again, eyes wandering before your gaze lands on the neighbors house, the one you saw that had dogs. Before you know it, you find yourself on his front step, finger on the doorbell. Almost instantly, loud and thrilled yips come from inside, and you hear a low voice mutter, “Jett, Nora, shhh! It’s okay, I’m going.” Seconds later, the door opens to reveal the man you talked to earlier, and you look up lightly, slighty shocked at how tall he was. “Hey! You’re the new neighbor! Sorry I couldn’t properly introduce myself earlier, my dogs are kind of impatie- you’re breathing really heavy.. are you alright?” He notices your chest heaving, and you nod hurriedly, finger pointing back to your house, just noticing that the door was still wide open. “Uhm, hello new neighbor, you don’t know my name but you waved at me and you seem nice so can you kill the huge spider in my kitchen? I’ll give you a cookie.” You ramble, not waiting for an answer before grabbing his wrist and dragging him into your house. You look at him, noticing him struggling to let words out, cheeks red at the sudden bold movement. You finally realize you still have a hold on his wrist, and you let go, blushing as well. “I’m sorry.. I-I just.. I’m terrified of spiders and there’s one in their and I’m literally about to set this place on fire.” You laugh shyly, hand rubbing the back of your neck. To your relief, a smile grows on his face, laughing as he nods. “Yeah, of course. Where is it?” He smiles, and you sigh gratefully. “Right over there, on the wall.” You point an index finger, watching him squint, walking over. He points at the spider, looking back at you with his eyebrows raised. “This one?” He asked, and you nod, backing up to rest on the counter once more. He laughs, using his hands and squishing the spider, running his hands off on his jeans. You hop down, “Oh thank god. Thank you so much, I mean really, I could hug you right now.” You laugh, which he does as well. ‘He has a beautiful laugh.’ You think, blushing and shaking your head. “Alright, well I’m still looking toward that could..” He trails, raising his eyebrows playfully. You snort, shaking your head as you head into the kitchen and grab a chocolate chip cookie from a tray that has been set there sometime earlier before your mini heart attack. You hand it to him, and he beams before taking a bite out of the pastry. “Ya know, I could’ve poisoned those..” You deadpan, and he stops chewing for a second. “Wraiut wvhwaut?!” His eyeswiden, but you make out, “Wait what?” You smile, “I was kidding. Why would I poison my hero?” You bat your eyelashes, and he chuckles. Swallowing, he looks at you. “Oh, so I’m your hero?” He smiles. “Yup!” You say, popping the p, “You saved me from that spider, so that was my thanks.” You bite your lip. “By the way, does my hero happen to have a name?” You chuckle lightly. He smiles, “I’m Grant. Grant Gustin.” He greets. “Hello Grant! I’m Y/N L/N.” You shake his hand. You pause abruptly, “Ya know, you sound kind of familiar..” You mutter, looking him up and down. “Really? I was just thinking the same thing about you.” He claims, mouth open. “Oh! Oh my god! I know, you’re the main character in The Flash! Gosh, I’m blind. That happens to be one of my favourite shows!” You gasp, jumping up and down. “And you’re the star of (T.V. Show of your choise)! Wow, I mean, your amazing! I seriously love your work.” Grant praises, and you silently die inside. You both laugh, as you look up at him with a grin. “How crazy is this, wow.” He nods excitedly. “Can I just say, your dogs are adorable. Annnddd, now that we happen to be neighbors, you’d better keep an eye out, I might steal them.” You tease, and he feigns offence. “Over my dead body.” He gasps. You shrug, “There’s a dumpster outback.” You both laugh, and your glad to have a new friend. “Maybe you can come over? I mean, you can meet Jett and Nora, just don’t steal them.” He blushes, and you smile at how adorable he looks. “Alright Gustin. I just might take on that offer.” His eyes shine, before smiling. “You kinda owe me.. for killing the spider.” You sputter, eyes wide, “were the cookies really that bad?” You gasp, swatting his shoulder. He chuckles lighlty, “no.. I mean, I really had no other excuse for wanting to get to know you better so..” He runs a hand through his hair. “Don’t worry yourself, I’d love to.” You smile. Later that night, you find yourself cuddled up with Grant on his couch, Jett curled up on your side, the sound of the T.V. fading as you slowly fall asleep, Grant’s arms wrapped around your waist. Maybe spiders weren’t all that bad.. (OFC NOT BECAUSE PETER PARKER IS PART SPIDER AND THE LOML) I feel like this was bad tbh, but enjoy anyways 😂😜 TBH Grant with kids has me deceased 😂😭😍

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114 || Annabeth Chase

I wrote this monstrosity (it’s quite long) as a gift to myself and to the fictional Annabeth Chase, whom I love, adore, cherish and will forever cry about to sleep. I love her so much you have NO idea Happy birthday, my forever girl. ;_;

Also, I’m aware the years are different from the ones in the wiki—but I’m starting from her canon birth year, 1992, and working my way up. PS. Percabeth pretty much takes over a little later in the story, so watch out!


  • July 12, 1992 || 21:38:15 

Frederick Chase wiped a sleeve across his sweaty forehead, smearing engine oil across his face. He was almost done with his first model of the Avro Lancaster and was extremely ecstatic as he wiped down the plane’s propeller with the aforementioned sleeve. As he blew dust off the body and was just about to attach the external wings, the doorbell of his stingy one bedroom apartment echoed across the walls. Startled, he dropped the part and cursed as he made his way out the door and down to the lobby of the complex.

The cool night air fogged up his glasses—but no fog could distort the image of a baby wrapped snugly in a shining basket by his feet. With trembling fingers, he wiped his lenses against his worn jeans and took the basket by its handle. Frederick gently uncovered the baby’s face with fear and contempt, and his suspicions were proved when a beautiful fair haired baby stared up at him with the most startling grey eyes he had only ever seen on one person before. He was frozen in place—the captivating eyes and immense shock were the only things preventing him from dropping the baby.

“Athena,” he whispered hoarsely. He knew it had to be hers. His knowledge in biology was sufficient enough to know that babies’ eyes only opened after weeks—this baby, however… This baby was special because its mother was special. Its eyes were open, and he could already feel its strength beneath the cloths. It could only be hers.

My gift. A testimony of our love.

A familiar voice sounded in his thoughts.

“A… gift?” A cool wind ruffled his hair, and he heard a soft hum by his ear. “Athena—I can’t take her.“

Immediately, a voice in his head insisted that he had no choice.

“I’ve barely started my career…” He argued without purpose. “I- I… I… This is a baby. A human, breathing, live, infant. Not a gift.

Frederick’s fingers shook as the voice in his head argued with his thoughts. They told him that mortals must take care of their children. There was no other option.

“Athena…” He tried again. “I can’t. I can’t. I don’t even know how to change a diaper. How do I feed her? My bank account is empty. How will I work?“

You’ll figure it out, the voice said. Athena only chooses the capable ones, after all.

“I…” Frederick attempted again, but he felt a small hand wrap around the pointer that held up the hood of the baby’s blanket. It had grabbed his finger, and the grey eyes began to stir something deep within his heart. “I…”

She has nowhere else to go, Frederick.

The voice materialised in his head, and a flood of memories—libraries, university tours, and lectures—flushed his cheeks and ignited his passion. He looked at the baby—at the baby girl in the basket and felt a heartstring ring.

With a sad smile, Frederick Chase watched the baby girl yawn in the golden basket. 

“Okay,” he finally replied. “I’ll do it for her,” he whispered as he shut the complex door with a toe. He picked up the baby and held her in his arms, eyes tearing up as he watched the infant squirm and settle in for a nap. Instantly, he regretted his earlier thoughts—he couldn’t take his eyes off her. It was like love at tenth sight.

“I’m going to do it for her. For my Annabeth.“


  • July 12, 1999 || 00:07:33

Annabeth has long since learned how to keep secrets. This night, however, was the biggest secret she’s ever kept.

Just as her daddy kissed her forehead, greeted her a happy seventh birthday and twisted on the night light, she stumbled off her bed with quick movements and reached under her mattress for her favourite backpack. Grabbing the flashlight from her drawer, she double checked the things inside the bag, making sure everything was there, but with panicked haste. The spiders were going to come soon.

Holding in her tears as the first dribble of insects came crawling out of her closet, she shook the cobwebs off her belongings inside the bag and zipped it tight when her dad’s hammer, her favourite socks, a pyjama top (in case she got sleepy), Mr. Totle (her stuffed bear, named after Aristotle), three packs of biscuits and two juice boxes she’s been saving from her lunch in school, her pencil and notebook, were safely in the backpack. She also had a blunt kitchen knife in her pocket that she was too terrified to use.

Annabeth got her desk chair and propped it against her wall, climbing on it to open her bedroom window. She poked her head out of the sill and was proud of the fire escape stairs that just so happened to be right by her room.

Exhaling deeply, Annabeth looked at her closed bedroom door and wiped tears from her eyes. “I’ll miss you, Bobby and Matthew,” she whispered, wiping the snot dripping from her nose. The spiders were already filling up her wall. “I’m sorry for the monsters. They won’t hurt you no more.”

“I love you, daddy.” Was the last thing she said before she climbed out the window and ran away for and from a family who didn’t love her back.


  • July 12, 2000 || 16:25:09

“Right,” Annabeth grinned, licking a fresh strawberry popsicle clean off its stick. With her two front teeth missing, it was an incredibly cute sight. “So he told me that ‘oh no little girl, you’re so small, I can beat you!’ but then I was the one who beat him up!”

Her eyes brightened and she pat her bronze dagger, now strategically placed on a scabbard by her belt. “Being small is great, right, Thalia?”

Annabeth stared up at the big pine, rubbing a tear off her cheek with an arm. She hugged the tree’s trunk—or whatever part she could grab onto— and gave it a kiss.

“Anyways,” she snivelled. “I’m eight today. You said you were gonna see me turn eight, so here I am!“

Out of the blue, a teenage blonde came up from behind the tree and rushed to wrap both the tree and Annabeth in his eager reach. Although she had already cried just moments before, Annabeth suddenly began to bawl in the company of her two best friends. Even if one of them was a tree.

Even if she did wonder how everything was going back in her mortal family, she had to admit that being crushed between Luke and Thalia was enough for her. She had gotten what she wished for on her last birthday—she now had the best, broken family (who loved her back) that she could hope for.


  • July 12, 2002 || 11:10:55

“You didn’t think we’d forget, did you?” Chiron smiled, grabbing a little Annabeth by the waist and settling her on his lower half. They galloped across the camp until they were in front of the big house.

“I just thought you had more important things to worry about,” she admitted, arms wrapped around Chiron’s torso. “What with all these quests and stuff.”

The centaur shrunk back into his wheelchair and opened the door to the blue building, revealing a small birthday party with her fellow Athena campers and Luke right in the middle. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” They chanted, and Annabeth felt her heart turn to absolute mush. There was no other explanation.

As they wore party hats and gave out nachos, Annabeth was passed around from camper to camper, head being pat and hair being combed by campers she had looked up to and friends she enjoyed battling. They all clearly adored her, and it glued a piece of Annabeth back together. As the afternoon passed and duties resumed, she found herself falling asleep on the porch of the Big House, leaning against Chiron in his centaur form.

She was happy—but even through that, there was just something missing. Nevertheless, it was her very first birthday party.

“Thanks for everything,” she said sleepily, eyes drooping closed. “I had fun.“

“Annabeth,” Chiron whispered fondly, giving the top of her head a small kiss. “You will always be welcome.”


  • July 12, 2004 || 14:17:49

“What do you mean I can’t take the quest?” Annabeth’s shrill voice echoed through the meeting hall. Her glare was enough to scare the wits out of any camper—however, Chiron had grown immune to it.

“It is not your time,” he replied patiently. “There will come others—"

“I’ve been in camp for five years! Everyone, even the newbies have gotten quests, but I can’t get one?“

“I’ve told you before— the great prophecy—”

“And has the one arrived? Does that mean I’m never gonna get a quest?” Annabeth’s voice silenced the meeting of the cabin counsellors. She was the youngest in the group. “I’m never gonna get one, aren’t I?” It was more of a statement than a question. It was too bad Luke wasn’t here—if he were, he would’ve taken her side immediately.

When no one replied, Annabeth stood up quietly and trudged out of the room. She wiped a tear off her cheek.

A happy birthday to her, then.


  • July 12, 2005 || 18:32:11

“Stop looking so smug, Seaweed Brain,” Annabeth pouted, feeling her heart beat a thousand miles per minute. “No need to get your empty head even bigger.“

“Just ‘cause I’m in the best mood ever, I won’t even ask you to stop calling me that,” Percy replied. As always, his green eyes and disgusting smile made her head go flip flop—which was honestly a very new experience. She didn’t like to dwell on it.

“Boys and their egos,” she said with a sigh. Annabeth rolled her eyes and continued pushing the bead through the hemp. Her fingers were unusually sweaty.

“Hey Wise Girl,” Percy said. He nudged her with his elbow.

“You know that doesn’t even insult me, right?” she laughed. “Me being wise is a compliment. You’re terrible at this.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, but—” he waved her off. “Why didn’t you tell me today was your birthday?“

Annabeth’s cheeks turned a bright red just as the bead finally slipped through the hemp necklace. She hurriedly tied the knot and held it tightly in her hands.

“Because it’s not important,” she retorted, trying to flash him her best look of death. “Besides—we finished a quest and you have your symbol on a bead! Isn’t that enough to celebrate?”

“I still think they should’ve put like… an owl and horns or something,” Percy grimaced. “Couldn’t have done anything without you after all… and, okay, so maybe Grover helped a little, too.”

If it was possible to blush harder while forcing a laugh, Annabeth did.

“And mom always tells me that birthdays have to be celebrated,” Percy smiled. “You’re a year older! It’s a big thing.” 

He bowed his head towards her—a gesture showing her that he was ready to be beaded. With nervous hands, Annabeth slid the necklace around Percy’s abnormally large head and around his neck. His first bead. And she got to bead him.

“Thanks,” he replied with a smirk. He nudged her again. “And happy birthday. Why don’t I get you something from the store?“

“Like what?” she managed.

“I don’t know,” he grinned lopsidedly. “Maybe something blue?”


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#4 Snow fights

A/N: Surprise!! And it’s finally here! The long promised snow/Christmas fic. I’m sorry it took so long. Sometimes life just gets in the way.

I want to thank anyone who supports my writing by liking/reblogging or reviewing. I love reading your thoughts on these pieces more than anything, and I hope you never stop liking it!

Prompt #4: Snow fights - Snow, mistletoe and a whole lot of smut.

Word count: 2,486

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Creatures of the Night Part 2

Category: Supernatural, Vampire AU, featuring Phan and KicktheStickz

Summary: Phil, PJ, and Chris are a small clan of vampires living in London. Phil discovers newborn vampire Dan, who was abandoned by his creator. 

Read Part One HERE

It was December now, and once again the small clan of vampires had moved. They returned back to England, this time going up north to the English countryside as PJ had suggested months ago. It had been the perfect decision too, because Dan could spend plenty of time outdoors while not having to worry about having any accidents with the humans.

The four vampires were currently occupying an old farmhouse. It was definitely a fixer upper, but that meant they didn’t have to worry much about rent, and the landlord lived several miles away where he tended to his farm. There was so much open space. Chris, who felt much more at ease away from the city life, would sometimes roam the fields and wilderness for hours, often with PJ by his side.

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Warped 15′ Setlists

This is all i’ve collected so far; if you have more setlists or if I missed an artist please message me and I’ll add them! Italizied means the song is unknown. If theres a mistake let me know so I can fix it :)

‘68 -

A+ DROPOUTS -

AARON WEST & THE ROARING TWENTIES - Our Apartment / Runnin’ Scared / Divorce And The American South / Get Me Out Of Here Alive / You Ain’t No Saint

ALIVE LIKE ME - Our Time Down Here / What Did You Expect / Start Again / Searching For Endings / Better Off / Slip Away

ALVAREZ KINGS -

AMERICAN OPERA -

THE AMITY AFFLICTION - Pittsburgh / Lost and Fading / Never Alone / Deaths Hand / Open Letter / Don’t Lean On Me

AS IT IS - Speak Soft / Cheap Shots & Setbacks / Bitter, Broken Me / Horoscopes / Concrete / Can’t Save Myself / Sorry / Dial Tones

(As It Is plays either Horoscopes or Bitter, Broken Me not both)

ASKING ALEXANDRIA - Welcome / Breathless / To The Stage / I Won’t Give In / A Prophecy / Not The American Average / The Final Episode (Let’s Change The Channel)

ATTILA - Proving Grounds / Part With The Devil / Rage / Rebel / Middle Fingers Up / Payback / About That Life

AUGUST BURNS RED - Fault Line / The Wake / Provision / Identity / Composure / Internal Cannon / Empire / White Washed

BABY BABY -

BEARTOOTH - The Lines / Relapsing / I Have A Problem / In Between / Dead / Beaten In Lips / Body Bag

BEAUTIFUL BODIES -

BEBE REXHA - Take Me Home / Monster Under My Bed / I’m Gonna Show You Crazy / Pray / Hey Mama / Can’t Stop Drinking About You

BEING AS AN OCEAN - Sleeping Sicarii / Little Richie / Death’s Great Black Wing Scrapes The Air / L'exquisite Douleur / This Loneliness Won’t Be The Death of Me / The Hardest Part Is Forgetting Those You Swore You Would Never Forget

BLACK BOOTS -

BLACK VEIL BRIDES - Faithless / Heart of Fire / Coffin / Wretched and Divine / Crown of Thorns / The Legacy / Fallen Angels / In the End

BLESSTHEFALL - You Wear a Crown But You’re No King / Youngbloods / Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad / 2.0 / What’s Left of Me / See You on the Outside / Up In Flames / Carry On (with Jake Luhrs) / Hollow Bodies

BORN CAGES -

BOYMEETSWORLD -

BRIAN MARQUIS -

BUTTONS -

CANDY HEARTS -

CAROUSEL KINGS -

CHRISB -

CITIZEN - Numb Yourself / Roam the Room / Sleep / Drown / Stain / The Night I Drove Alone

CROSSFAITH -

THE DIRTY NIL -

DRAMA CLUB -

EMAROSA - People Like Me, We Just Don’t Play / Mad / Set It Off Like Napalm / Say Hello To The Bad Guy / I’ll Just Wait / A Hundred Crowns / Gold Dust / 1996 On Bevard

ESCAPE THE FATE - Just A Memory / Ungrateful / The Flood / Gorgeous Nightmare / One For The Money / Thsi War Is Ours (The Guillotine II)

FAMILY FORCE 5 - BZRK / Zombie / Love Addict / Crazy Button / Dance Like Nobody’s Watching / This Is My Year / Chainsaw

FIT FOR A KING - Hooked / The Resistance / Hollow King (Sound of End) / Slave To Nothing / Warpath

GREY GORDON -

HANDGUNS - The Loved Ones Who Hate Us / Scream Goodbye / Sleep Deprived / Best Excuse / Long October / Early Retirement / Song About You / Porch Light / A Year In Review

HANDS LIKE HOUSES - Shapeshifters / No Parallels / Lionskin / Wisteria / Same Old Story / I Am

HAVE MERCY -

HUNDRETH -

I KILLED THE PROM QUEEN -

ICON FOR HIRE - Get Well / Up In Flames / Bleed It Out (Linkin Park Cover) / Cynics & Critics / Now You Know / Make A Move / All I Do Is Win (DJ Khaled Cover) / Rock & Roll Thugs

ISLES -

JULE VERA -

JULIET SIMMS -

THE KARMA KILLERS -

KAYA STEWART -

KNUCKLE PUCK - But Why Would You Care? / Fences / Alexander Pl. / Disdain / Your Back Porch / Bedford Falls / No Good

KOJI -

KOO KOO KANGA ROO -

KOSHA DILLZ -

LEE COREY OSWALD -

LE CASTLE VANIA -

M4 SONIC -

MAJOR LEAGUE -

MALLORY KNOX -

MAN OVERBOARD - Dead End Dreams / She’s in Pictures / Where I Left You / Borderline / Atlas / Love Your Friends, Die Laughing / Cliffhanger / White Lies / Montrose / Rare

MATCHBOOK ROMANCE - Your Stories, My Alibis / Lovers & Liars / Surrender / Monsters / My Eyes Burn / Promise

MC LARS - Where Ya Been Lars? / True Player For Real / Dragon Blood / Download This Song / Hot Topic Is Not Punk Rock / Mr. Raven / This Gigantic Robot Kills

MEGHANN WRIGHT -

MEMPHIS MAY FIRE - My Generation / Prove Me Right / Beneath the Skin / No Ordinary Love / Stay The Course / The Sinner / Vices

METRO STATION -

MISS MAY I - Hey Mister / Hero With No Name / I.H.E. / Our Kings / Masses of a Dying Breed / Forgive and Forget / Relentless Chaos

MOD SUN - 1970 / Howlin’ At the Moon / Stoner Girl / Goddess / Shoot ‘Em Down / All Right

MOOSE BLOOD - Bukowski / Swim Down / Pups / Chin Up / Gum / Missing Me / Miserable / Boston

MOTION CITY SOUNDTRACK - Attractive Today / Everything Is Alright / L.G. FUAD / Time Turned Fragile / TKO / This Is for Real / Her Words Destroyed My Planet / The Future Freaks Me Out / My Favorite Accident

NECK DEEP - Losing Teeth / Tables Turned / Zoltar Speaks / What Did You Expect? / Can’t Kick Up The Roots / Crushing Grief (No Remedy) / A Part Of Me / Over And Over

NEVERSHOUTNEVER - I Love You 5 / Trouble / Piggy Bank / Sacrilegious / The Zephyr Song (Red Hot Chili Peppers Cover) / Hey! We Okay / On the Brightside

NEW BEAT FUND -

NEW YEARS DAY - Death of the Party / Kill Or Be Killed / Let Me Down / Angel Eyes / Defame Me

NIGHT ARGENT -

NIGHT RIOTS - Spiders / Back To Your Love / Contagious / Holsters / Break

ONWARD, ETC. -

OUR LAST NIGHT - A World Divided / Same Old War / Road to the Throne / I’ve Never Felt This Way / Sunrise / Home

PALISADES -

PIERCE THE VEIL - The Divine Zero / Hell Above / Bulls in the Bronx / Yeah Boy and Doll Face / Caraphernelia / King For A Day

PVRIS - Smoke / Mirrors / Fire / St. Patrick / White Noise / My House

RIFF RAFF - Choppin Bladez / Raiders vs. Hawks / Dolce n Gabbana / Unknown(Far East Movement) / illest ft. Far East Movement / Unknown(Far East Movement) / How To Be The Man / Butterfly / (Crazy Town Cover) / Tip Toe Wing In My Jawwdinz

THE RELAPSE SYMPHONY -

RIVERS MONROE -

SAYWECANFLY -

SEAWAY -

SENSES FAIL - Canine / Can’t Be Saved / New Song / Buried a Lie / The Path / Calling All Cars / Renacer / Bite to Break Skin

SET IF OFF - Forever Stuck in Our Youth / Bleak December / Bad Guy / The Haunting / N.M.E / Why Worry

SGT. CORRIN CAMPBELL -

SILVERSTEIN - Milestone / Smile in Your Sleep / Face of the Earth / Massachusetts / Smashed into Pieces / Vices / Sacrifice / My Heroine

SPLITBREED -

SUMO CYCO -

TAT -

THIS WILD LIFE -

TRANSIT -

TROPHY EYES -

WE CAME AS ROMANS - Tracing Back Roots / Ghosts / Fade Away / Glad You Came (The Wanted Cover) / Broken Statues / To Plant a Seed / The World I Used To Know / Regenerate / Hope

WHILE SHE SLEEPS - New World Torture / This Is The Six / Seven Hills / Crows

THE WONDER YEARS - Dismantling Summer / Don’t Let Me Cave In / Local Man Ruins Everything / Woke Up Older / There, There / Passing Through a Screen Door / Washington Square Park / Came Out Swinging

YOUTH IN REVOLT - Dead Inside / When It’s Over / Royals (Lorde Cover) / Never Stay / Unknown (New Song) / There For You / Love Is A Liar’s Game

Bands/Artists That Have Yet To Join The Tour: Ascot Royals, The Bunny The Bear, False Puppet, James Morris, The Kenneths, Macy Kate, PUP, The Republic of Wolves, Sirens & Sailors, Slaves, Speak Low If You Speak Love, Stacked Like Pancakes, Simple Plan, Svetlanas.

You’re My Light

A request by @siennese. She wanted a version of a christmas Maya where Lucas was involved. This is what came to mind. I hope you like it. 


Riley had just gotten home from her the gift exchange with her friends. When she walked in, she saw her parents and Auggie were curled up on the couch. They were watching Home Alone, but instead of joining them she went straight to her room.

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howeverlongs  asked:

KC+ “i’m hiring you as a favour to my friend you better be good” au *work your magic Laine*

Back Office Intrigue

There’s a knock at his office door and Klaus takes a minute to remind himself he has to be nice – or else risk Rebekah’s wrath – before he calls for his 4 PM interview to come in.

It’s just a formality. Caroline Forbes is the best friend of Rebekah’s current (and longest lasting to date) boyfriend Enzo. She was moving to Chicago to get a belated start on her education and was in need of a job and quickly. She had an apartment lined up but the city wasn’t cheap and she’d reached out to Enzo in hopes that he could supply her with a lead or two.

That was where Klaus came in. His bar was always busy and they had an incredibly high turnover of the wait staff. Some people simply couldn’t handle the high volume and he had little patience for incompetence.

Serving drinks with a smile wasn’t that difficult though you’d never know it from watching some of the bumbling idiots who’d worked behind his bar.

From what Klaus had gathered Rebekah hadn’t any fondness for Enzo’s friend but his little sister was nothing if not keen to look out for her own interests. Enzo was the generous short and, if his best friend happened to remain down on her luck, he’d be quick to offer assistance, perhaps his couch, something Rebekah would loathe.

A lover’s attention split? The stuff of her nightmares.

She’d paid him a visit three days ago, all sugar smiles and faux concern about how busy he was covering shifts since he’d once again had a waitress walk out in tears.

He may have been a bit harsh but, in Klaus’ defense, the girl had dropped three trays. In less than half her shift. She obviously was not cut out for the service industry.

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