i love how that fire escape is the new back porch

Let Them Have This

It’s almost midnight when Dex takes his last load of laundry out of the dryer.

He needed to run it three times and sat in a folding chair in the cold basement to make sure it didn’t start to smoke.

His sweatshirt is still a little damp but his socks and t-shirts are dry and that’s really all he can ask for.

He pats the top of the dryer in thanks for not catching fire and then gives it the finger for all the hell it’s caused him and hoists the laundry basket up on his hip.

They’re only a couple hundred dollars shy from getting a new one and at the rate Jack and Bitty are going….

“Sweetheart, honey.”

Bitty’s voice floats down the stairs and Dex takes them two at a time to get to the top.

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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

MASTERLIST


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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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.

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

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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*Brotherly Shove* Newt x reader

Anonymous asked:

Can you do one were theseus knows that newt has feelings for the reader so he tries to make newt confess his feelings by making him jealous with flirting with you

Growing up, your family had always been close to the Scamander’s. You and the youngest Scamander, Newt, were the same age and even after his expulsion from Hogwarts, stayed in touch seeing as you lived only minutes from his home. 

His older brother, Theseus, used to hang out with you two when younger but as he grew up, he distanced himself when he noticed the connection you two had. Although it wasn’t ever said aloud, he knew Newt always had feelings for you that were deeper than friendship.

However, the Hufflepuff was too shy to share his feelings and feared that if he were to express his feelings, he would risk your friendship and lose you. 

It was currently a few days before Newt would be leaving to travel the world studying and searching magical creatures for a book he was going to write. Theseus knew that it was now or never and his little brother needed to share his feelings.

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Pairing: Stiles x Younger Step-Sister Reader

Requested: Yes by @secretlydelightfulcreation

A/N: I’m so sorry about the long wait!

The loud music coming from your room was enough to cause Stiles to roll his eyes, his hands turned into fists and he banged on the door. “(Y/N),” He called but you ignored him. It wasn’t unusual for you not to reply to him, he knew that as well.

“Your mam and my dad are gone for the weekend,” He spoke through the door, you closed your eyes and rested your head against the fluffy pillow. Your anchor was gone for two full days, this was the first time that you spent this long without your mother; she was the person that helped you control your inner self.

“(Y/N), can you please stop pushing me away?” Your step-brother begged, you heard him leaning against the door, sighing into his hands. “I’m trying here; I’m trying so hard to connect with you for the sake of our parents.” He added, and you turned your back to the door; cuddling into the white pillow, tears streaming down your face.

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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 

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)

Part One  Part Two>>> 

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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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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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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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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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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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#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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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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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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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. 

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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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Ereri Multichapter Masterlist

Completed:

A Tenuous Third Space: In which Attack on Titan is the MMORPG they all play, and Eren meets Levi online.

These Weren’t Memories: Eren Jaeger had spent the last two weeks tending and nursing a huge fucking crush, and Levi had been the one stupid enough to plant the seed in whatever hormonal abscess passed for a teenaged heart.

Blame It on the Weather: Eren is about to begin his freshman year of college. One day he trips into the arms of a handsome stranger, which would be par for the course if he was the star of a romantic comedy. But he’s not.

The Misanthrope: The story is set in an AU world where Eren was only a child when the humanity won against Titans. When he’s fifteen, he meets Levi, humanity’s introverted hero, who is not exactly the kind of person people believe he is.

The 6th Ward: A comedy about being dead.

Levi is finally returning to work as a nurse after recovering from a car crash that nearly killed him. Nothing says “welcome back” like realizing he’s lost his marbles and can see the disembodied spirits of the comatose patients in the 6th ward. He begrudgingly helps them learn how to be dead. Eren, the newest coma patient in the 6th ward, has six months to learn how to be dead. Good luck, kid.

Ongoing:

The Strange and the Usual: When Eren finds himself stuck in what is essentially a halfway house for supernaturally inclined misfits, there’s no stopping the veritable shopping list of events that leave him pushed closer and closer to ex-exorcist, Levi. But when is it ever that simple?

Snow and Silence: When reclusive Eren Yeager finds a half-frozen stranger on his front porch, he has no idea how much the encounter will come to change his life. And yet, even as his fascination grows, so do the mysteries around the enigmatic man. Who exactly is Levi, and can Eren trust him?

River’s End: Levi and Eren grew up together as brothers. They were in love. That was all there was to it.

It’s Funny Because Eren Can’t Read: In the Recon Corps, reading and comprehending paperwork is equally as crucial as it is beyond the realm of Eren’s capabilities. However, with his CO’s confidential tutelage, Eren is sure he’ll be able to catch up with his comrades in no time… if he can shake this unexpected suspicion that his fondness for humanity’s strongest soldier isn’t simple hero worship.

Hint: He cannot.

As the title suggests, this was originally intended to be a lot funnier than it is. It’s still funny, but only as a side effect of the tension between Eren’s crippling teenage confusion and Levi’s pervasive neurosis.

Words Cannot Describe: People had always said that Eren wasn’t right in the head. As a kid, it didn’t bother him. But hearing those words now stung in a way he could never have imagined.

The World Without Walls: The world without walls is a big, big place, as it turns out, and finding someone you never knew you were missing in it can be a hell of a thing.

Alternate character titles include: Erwin “Your Problems Amuse Me” Smith, Mikasa “Painfully Blunt” Ackerman, Armin “Sass Is The Best Solution” Arlert, Eren “More Persistent Than A Terminal Illness” Jaeger, and Levi “Why Are You Crying, Stop That Immediately” ???????. (Now Featuring: Hanji “This Is A Little Bit Illegal, Let’s Do It” Zoe and Sasha “There’s So Much Food And I Can Have All Of It, This Is The Best AU Ever” Braus.)

Critical: Alternate Universe - Levi moonlights as a sharp-tongued food critic, Eren is an aspiring chef. Shenanigans.

Fairy Tales: Eren is found discouraged and homeless, when he is offered a job as a maid by a stranger. He does the one thing he tells himself not to do; fall in love with the prince.

Spray Cans and Fire Escapes: Doodles in margins could never amount to much, or so says that brat downstairs who won’t turn down the goddamn music and crawls home, up the fire escape, battered and bruised more days than not.
At the same time, Eren can’t imagine who the street artist Corporal could be, behind the veils of winged paintings and tags. He also can’t help but be inspired by him.

It takes two to Tango: Eren Jaeger is a freshman is college in a big city away from home. Having finally settled into a routine of friends and classes, he is given the suggestion to try out for a dance group. Having been involved Eren takes the chance. This is story of Eren and Levi going through trials of love, heart ache, and friendship.

Special Interns Squad: Levi was content to go to work, do his job well, and maintain a fairly steady routine. Naturally, being placed in charge of a team of interns was not included in this list. It didn’t help that Erwin kept giving them ludicrous assignments that no intern should be doing. Or that Hanji uses the interns to torment him. Or that one of his new subordinates seemed to be getting more and more attractive by the day.

Sometimes Things Turn Out For The Best: Levi has been Armin’s literary editor for over a year when Eren suddenly realizes he harbors feelings for the other male. As it turns out, Levi reciprocates those feelings, but a completely clueless Eren and a socially challenged Levi result in one hell of an awkward courtship.

Cleanup Crude: They claimed to have won the war, but Levi knew that was bullshit. There was nothing satisfying, or even comforting, about what had happened after Trost.

So they were killing the titans more easily than they ever had before. So they’d pushed the titans out of Wall Maria. So they were finally pushing the titans back, reclaiming what was theirs by right.

None of that changed what Levi knew, and what Levi knew changed everything. He couldn’t fight, not like this, and he couldn’t retire, not like this.

So he cleaned.

When You're Home

Dean x Reader

Based on the musical In The Heights by Lin-Manuel Miranda.

Words: 450 (drabble)

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff

A/N: Hello I’m back, pay me attention. 
Please listen to the musical! It’s amazing, and as a Latina, I have to say I feel so happy about it. This is based in Nina as the Reader and Benny as Dean… More stuff like this to come ;)

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Wow. Things can really change in a year.

You’d been a year away studying at university a few miles away before they kicked you out.

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