i said maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me

Guardians of the Galaxy Roleplay Sentence Starters
  • "You'll die! Why are you doing this? Why?"
  • "Well that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told me that."
  • "Well I tell you what, that's gonna wear real thin, real fast, bud."
  • " I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders. It is good to once again be among friends."
  • "This dumb tree is also my friend."
  • "I have lived most of my life surrounded my enemies. I will be grateful to die among my friends."
  • "Aww, what the hell, I don't got that long a lifespan anyway... "
  • "Well now I'm standing. Happy? We're all standing now. Bunch of jackasses, standing in a circle."
  • "We've already established that you destroying the ship I'm on is not saving me!"
  • "That is the most real, authentic, hysterical laugh of my entire life."
  • "Finger on throat means death!"
  • "They got my dick message."
  • "His people are completely literal. Metaphors go over his head."
  • "That dude there. I need his prosthetic leg. "
  • "God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him. He's useless."
  • "Well, supposedly, these bald bodies find you attractive, so maybe you could work out some sort of trade."
  • "That's for if things get really hardcore. Or if you wanna blow up moons."
  • "You just wanna suck the joy out of everything."
  • "Who put the sticks up their butts?"
  • "I am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy."
  • "Fine, but I can't promise when all of this is over I'm not going to kill every last one of you jerks."
  • "See, this is exactly why none of you have any friends!"
  • "Oh she has no idea. If I had a blacklight, this would look like a Jackson Pollock painting."
  • "You got issues."
  • "He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does!"
  • " I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over and turned into some little monster!"
  • "When I look around, you know what I see? Losers."
  • "You're an imbecile."
  • "I can't believe I got taken down by a raccoon."
  • "Raccoon? What's a raccoon?"
  • "Ain't no thing like me, except me!"
  • "We're just like Kevin Bacon."
  • "I live for the simple things... like how much this is going to hurt!"
  • "Dance-off, bro. Me and you."
  • "I like your knife, I'm keeping it."
  • "Oh, I was just kidding about the leg. I just need these two things."
  • "He said that he may be an... a-hole. But he's not, and I quote, 100% a dick".
  • "Well, I don't know if I believe anyone is 100% a dick."
  • "Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots in your freakin' face!"
  • "Creepy little beast!"
  • "I don't learn. One of my issues."
  • "Look at this thing. It thinks it's so cool. It's not cool to ask for help! Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle!"
  • "Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede! That song belongs to me!"
  • "Hold on a second, you're being serious right now?"
  • "I can't believe I'm taking orders from a hamster."
  • "You're a good looking girl. You should try to be more nice to people."

anonymous asked:

HI im so glad you're gonna write spiderman fics because christ I love all your fics and new character means more fics from my fav writer!!!!!!! Here's a situation if you'd like (don't have to write it): Spiderman is surrounded by bad guys. He's outnumbered and needs help. Iron man is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, reader appears with a sock loaded with a brick. She rescues spiderman. Love at first sight and they kiss but she disappears instead of spiderman disappearing. She is now his idol

“The odds of survival are… 12%” Karen chimed as yet another wave of thugs rounded the corner. Peter huffed, putting his fists up as he got into a fighting stance. All seemed hopeless; his web shooters were empty, he had been beaten so badly that he could feel his ribs brokenly cutting into his lungs, and he was running on fumes. The night had never seen such desperation. 

He could feel his body shutting down, the corners of his vision fading to black in a daunting vignette. He had managed to take the last wave of baddies down, but three more had shown up, armed with large bowie knives. 

“You’re going down, Spider-Man.” The largest one spat, his angered face causing a spike of fear to pierce Peter’s heart. 

“Guys, guys.” Peter brought his arms up. “Can’t we talk about this?”

“No talking.” The deformed one chuckled. “Only stabbing.” He let out a bone-chilling cackle, one only a deranged criminal could muster. 

Peter braced himself, going through the possible options he had. He could climb up the wall behind him, but it stretched so high before offering a way out, and he wasn’t confident he could haul his body up vertically while in his state. He could make a break for the fire escape to the bad guys’ side, but they would most likely capture him before he reached it. Every option was improbable, and he couldn’t help but let dread seep into his blood.

That was until he heard the sound of skull meeting brick with a disgusting crunch. The biggest man fell, revealing a teenage girl, her eyes wide with shock as the sock covered brick she wielded was now red with blood. The other two turned to her with their knives, but she made quick work of them with her brick, her exerted grunts echoing down the empty alleyway. 

“Assholes.” You murmured, spitting on their bodies. 

“H-hey, thanks for saving me.” Peter squeaked, somewhat impressed that such a simple looking girl could mange 3 buff dudes. 

You frowned at the bloodied Spider-Man. “Oh, didn’t see you there.” You replied nonchalantly. “…These guys tried to touch my friend, so I touched them back. With a brick.” You bit your lip, awkwardly titling your head. “Are you okay?”

Peter chuckled, struggling to stand to his full height as he clutched his side. “I’m good.” He then pulled the underside of his mask up, just to his nose, so that he could have unobstructed breaths of fresh air. “I should probably repay you or something. Should I walk you home?” 

“In your state?” You crossed your arms, looking him up and down. “I should probably walk you home.”

“No can do.” Peter waved the idea off. “Then you’d know my super secret identity.”

You huffed a laugh, taking a step towards him. “You’re funny, Spider-Man. I think you’re alright.”

“Uh thanks-” Peter was cut off as you had wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you wore a pleased smirk.

“You’re a good kisser too.” You said, turning back. “I’ll take that as repayment.”

Then you prowled off, Peter too stunned to move after you as you walked away. His lips tingled in excitement, and he promised to himself that some day, he would find the brick-wielding heroine who had saved him. Maybe he’d save her next, and cash in another kiss. 

Wicked Lyric Meme
  • "Isn't it nice to know that good will conquer evil?"
  • "No one mourns the wicked."
  • "The good man scorns the wicked."
  • "Goodness knows, the wickeds lives are only."
  • "Goodness knows, the wicked die alone."
  • "Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them?"
  • "Have another drink, my dark eyed beauty."
  • "Woe to those who spurn what goodness they are shown."
  • "Many years I have waited for a gift like yours to appear."
  • "My future is unlimited."
  • "What is this feeling so sudden and new?"
  • "Let's just say, I loathe it all."
  • "Every little trait, however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl."
  • "There's a strange exhilaration in such total detestation."
  • "I will be loathing you my whole life long."
  • "These things are sent to try us."
  • "The trouble with school is they always try to teach the wrong lesson."
  • "Life's more painless for the brainless."
  • "It's just life, so keep dancing through."
  • "Life is fraughtless for the thoughtless."
  • "Those who don't try never look foolish."
  • "I hope you'll save at least one dance for me. I'll be right there. Waiting. All night."
  • "It's clear we deserve each other."
  • "Finally for this one night, I'm about to have a fun night."
  • "Black is this year's pink."
  • "I've got something to confess. A reason, well, why I asked you here tonight."
  • "We deserve each other. Don't we?"
  • "I've decided to make you my new project."
  • "When someone needs a makeover, I simply have to take over."
  • "You're gonna be popular!"
  • "I'll teach you the proper ploys when you talk to boys, little ways to flirt and flounce."
  • "I'll help you be popular!"
  • "Don't be offended by my frank analysis, think of it as personality dialysis."
  • "Did they have brains or knowledge? Don't make me laugh!"
  • "It's not about aptitude, its the way you're viewed."
  • "He could be that boy, but I'm not that girl."
  • "Don't dream too far."
  • "Don't lose sight of who you are."
  • "Wishing only wounds the heart."
  • "One short day full of so much to do."
  • "I think we've found the place where we belong."
  • "One short day to have a lifetime of fun."
  • "I am a sentimental man who's always longed to be a father."
  • "I think everyone deserves the chance to fly."
  • "Why couldn't you have stayed calm for once instead of flying off the handle!"
  • "I hope you're happy how you hurt your cause forever."
  • "I hope you're proud how you would grovel in submission to feed your own ambition."
  • "I don't want it- no- I can't want it anymore."
  • "Something has changed within me. Something is not the same."
  • "I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game."
  • "It's time to try defying gravity."
  • "Can't I make you understand youre having delusions of grandeur?"
  • "I'm through accepting limits cuz someone says they're so."
  • "Some things I cannot change but til I try, I'll never know."
  • "If that's love it comes at much too high a cost."
  • "I really hope you get it and you don't live to regret it."
  • "If in flying solo, at least I'm flying free."
  • "Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true."
  • "People are so empty headed, they'll believe anything."
  • "I can't harbor a fugitive. I'm an elected official."
  • "There isn't a spell for everything."
  • "Finally from these powers, something good."
  • "Surely now I'll matter less to you. You won't mind my leaving here tonight."
  • "I've got to go appeal to her. Express the way I feel for her."
  • "You're going to lose your heart to me, I tell you."
  • "I never asked for this or planned it in advance."
  • "If you insist I will be wonderful."
  • "Where I'm from we believe all sorts of things that aren't true. We call it history."
  • "A rich man's a thief or a philanthropist."
  • "Is one a crusader or a ruthless invader?"
  • "It's all in which label is able to persist."
  • "I need help believing you're with me tonight."
  • "My wildest dreamings could not foresee lying beside you with you wanting me."
  • "I'll make every last moment last as long as you're mine."
  • "Maybe I'm brainless, maybe I'm wise, but you've got me seeing through different eyes."
  • "Somehow I've fallen under your spell."
  • "Say there's no future for us as a pair."
  • "Know I'll be here holding you as long as you're mine."
  • "It's just...for the first time, I feel wicked."
  • "Let his flesh not be torn."
  • "Let his blood leave no stain."
  • "Let him never die."
  • "You're the latest victim of my greatest achievment in a long career of distress."
  • "No good deed goes unpunished. That's my new creed."
  • "Was I really seeking good or just seeking attention?"
  • "No good deed will I do again!"
  • "Wickedness must be punished. Evil effectively eliminated."
  • "I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn."
  • "We are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them."
  • "I know I'm wrong am today because I knew you."
  • "Who can say if I've been changed for the better."
  • "Because I knew you, I have been changed for good."
  • "So much of me is made of what I learned from you."
  • "I ask forgiveness for the things I've done you blame me for."
You’re My Mission (Part 2/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 1

When Wanda and Vision arrived to assist Tony, you were barely holding onto your senses, and the strength you would need to get away was depleted.  He could have stopped, he could have quieted his repulsor at any point now, and you would still be their prisoner, but he continued until his backup could make sure that you were safely detained.

“Mr. Stark, you can release your hold,” Vision urged, kneeling at your side.  “Her power is significantly diminished.”

“Don’t…don’t touch me…”

“I do not wish to harm you.”

“You can’t help me, either.”

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But You’re the Bad Guy - Theo Raeken Imagine Series

based loosely on this imagine credits to owner for this idea 

Warnings: steamy make out sesh,swearing that’s all i guess

I walked into my class as I normally did not looking up afraid to make eye contact with my peers they thought I was weird. Somehow it felt different today, I couldn’t understand why my heart was racing but just then it hit me Theo my one and only weakness. I looked up big mistake there he was looking directly at me smirking dammit he was seated behind me great. I took my seat just as my teacher came in “class today we’ll be talking about psychology” he spoke.

I felt his eyes burning into the back of my head “y/n” he leaned in and whispered “you’re heart is racing like crazy” I could hear his smirk from here “you nervous or something?” Theo went on. “Mr.Raeken do you have something to add to why serial killers are the way they are?” Mr.Thompson asked raising a brow at Theo “no sir I was just asking Y/n for notes guess she doesn’t have any” Theo’s tone was cold I brushed it off.

I knew it was horrible to not talk to him but I couldn’t he’s the pack’s worst enemy and to have me be seen with Theo or communicating with him was bad news. I wouldn’t risk my friendship with the pack for anyone,Theo especially. He was an asshole he wants to over throw Scott and I’m not going to be the one who helps him accomplish that. But I do admit I have a terrible crush on the power crazed chimera sadly, I knew he couldn’t feel the same so I’ll just say quiet till class was over.

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anonymous asked:

evak tangled au for your prompts?

this is probably not what you wanted but a proper au would take me forever so instead i wrote you a small snippet of what could be an evak tangled au, somewhere in the universe

“You said there’s a lost prince,” Even looks at Isak. “Was he handsome?”

“He was a baby,” Isak blinks. “There was no way to tell.”

Even thinks on this for a moment.

“Do you think he’d be handsome, now?”

Isak looks at Even, disbelieving. “Even, I don’t know, why would I know—why would I think about—”

Even interrupts him. “Do you find men attractive?”

Isak chokes on his fish. “Jesus.”

“Is that a man?” Even furrows his brows. “Is Jesus a man you find attractive?”

“Not unless I want to go to hell,” Isak quips. Even looks at him, expression more perplexed than before. Isak sighs loudly, eyes cast towards the night sky. Their surroundings are illuminated only by the light of the stars and the moon and the fire before them, one Isak had started expertly, after years of living on the run. “No, that’s not – it’s a form of expression,” he shifts his gaze downwards again, meets Even’s stunning blue. He still hasn’t gotten used to the intensity of them.

Even bites his bottom lip. Isak is careful to not follow the movement. “I think that I might be,” Even begins slowly. “I think that might be – wrong,” he finishes, looks at Isak in earnest.

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pantaloonwedgie  asked:

14. "just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to" with spirk or 36. "is that my shirt" with t'pring?

Thanks SO much, friend!!! I know this was like six months ago, but I hope you don’t mind the wait!!! I posted it on AO3 just now, but you can also find it below the cut (just, fair warning that Tumblr likes to remove my italics, and the italics make Jim’s rambling so much better).

Minor trigger warning for surgery and anesthesia. (you know where this is going)


Jim Kirk would have liked to say that this singular experience finally convinced him to listen to the good Doctor McCoy. Or to say that he learned his lesson, in the long run. But one catalyst can stimulate multiple results, and for every cause there can be many effects, not all of which necessarily turn out unpleasant.


But somehow Jim’s decision to continue eating those delectable hard candies (even after Bones told him to give them up time and time again over their decade of friendship) led to this, laying in a biobed with the effects of anesthesia only now beginning to dissipate, staring at a gobsmacked Spock who stood by his bedside wearing an expression of complete and utter turmoil– for Spock, at least.


And to think, it started with a simple toothache.

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theatergeekpercyjackson  asked:

For the 5 ficlet, how about percabeth and the five times one of them tries getting a pet?

I.

Percy was six years old when his mother took him to the aquarium for the first time. Sally and Gabe had gotten married a few months ago and things at home hadn’t gone the way she planned, but she finally managed to save enough money to take Percy out to a nice place.

Percy was more than happy to visit the aquarium, even though he wasn’t sure why he was hearing voices calling him “Lord”. When he told Sally, she just laughed and told him to find his favorite exhibit, Percy didn’t see the worry on his mother’s face.

Percy loved the aquarium, he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this happy—well, a time when his mother’s cooking wasn’t involved. They stayed there from opening time until closing, enjoying each other’s company and feeling happy to be together, away from Gabe.

“Can we buy a fish?” Percy said when they were walking back home.

“I don’t think right now is the best time to get a pet,” Sally said, holding his hand a little bit tighter.

“I can take care of it, mom!” Percy replied. “Please! I can buy the food with my allowance!”

“Gabe won’t allow it sweetie, but I promise you, one day I’ll get you a pet,” Sally said.

“But mom!”

“I’m really sorry baby, I truly am.” Sally couldn’t look  Percy in the eyes; she didn’t want to see the sadness in them. “But maybe I can bake you some cookies?”

“Can I help?”  

Sally laughed. “Of course you can! You’re my little assistant after all!”

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anonymous asked:

Don't feel pressured to fill this ask because you're great and I wouldn't want you to write something you don't like. But what about a fic where Tony is perfectly capable of defending himself but the Guardians are still way overprotective. And then somehow the Guardians get captured but Tony is able to break them out, smirking because he knows he's proved himself perfectly capable. I'd rather there be no angst.

first let me say thank you for those kind words! :3 of course i’ll write you that, because its such a cute idea! ( i hope there is no angst :O)

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“Alright are you all ready?” asks Peter when their ship lands on the planet. It seems uninhabited but they don’t know for sure.

“Born ready.” says Rocket and grins up at Peter. He has already two guns on his belt and another big one in his… uh paws.

“I wanna use my new knife. I hope its not really uninhabited.” says Gamora and she is smiling. Peter likes that about his team. Always ready for another adventure.

“What about me?” asks Tony and his voice sounds a bit off, because he is wearing his new armor. Peter turns around.

“You are coming with us. Need your ability to scan the walls of the old castle.” says Peter and Tony groans.

“I wanna fight, too! I mean i don’t want to boast, but my new repulsers are awesome.” Peter can’t see it but he knows that Tony grins at his words.

“Well… yeah. But you team up with Drax and Rocket.” says Peter finally and takes Groot on his shoulder.

Its not that they don’t trust Tony or think that he’s weak but… you know… only human. Well Peter is, too. But you know.

“Fine. But i’ll get any shiny things that we’ll find.” says Tony and Rockets looks up at him.

“No way Ironhead. But maybe i share it with you.” says Rocket and Tony holds his hand for him out.

“Deal, Raccoon.”

Peter is not sure why. But when Tony says Raccoon Rocket isn’t angry at all. He seems to like it, when it is Tony, who calls him that.

“So Gamora i want you on the right side. Me and Groot take the left. Rocket give Drax a jetpack. And you go from the air with Tony.” explains Peter and everybody nods.

Not Drax. He already complains about the jetpack. (you will know why when you see GOTG2 :D)

“ATTACK!” yells Drax a moment later and Peter wants to strangle him for that.

The planet is not uninhabited.

Those residents looks a bit weird. That is the first thought that Peter has. A moment later one of them shoots something sticky at him. It feels like a net. But its so tacky, that Peter can’t move is right leg anymore.

“Shit.” he growls into his comm.

“What?” is the answer from Gamora, Rocket and Tony.

“Don’t know he hit me with something. Drax? Get Tony out of here.”

Peter doesn’t think much about his words. It’s just that Tony is always the first one on his mind. And he wants to protect him.

He gets shot another time and now he lays on the ground. The sticky net around him. Even Groot is captured with him.

“Oh no.” he hears a moment later and he knows its Rocket. And he also knows Rocket got struck, too.

“Gamora?” he asks because he can’t move and the bad guys are coming closer.

“Not a chance. I can’t move.” is her answer and Peter sighs. Great. He hopes Drax got Tony out.

*

“Dude! That hurts?!” says Peter when the alien throws him in a prison cell. Meh.

“I don’t think he cares.” answers Gamora who sits already on a bench. Her hands are tied behind her back with the same sticky material. Peter is tied up, too.

“Okay anybody hurt?” asks Peter because he may has a scratch but nothing else. Gamora shakes her head.

“I am Groot.” says Groot and sits down. His whole body is surrounded by the sticky gear.

“I still don’t know what you mean.” says Peter at that and Rocket groans.

“He said no. He is alright. They didn’t do anything beside tie us.” says Rocket then and Peter nods.

“Alright. Good. So i hope Drax got Tony out and they can…” Peter starts and then looks to his right.

“Hello Peter my friend.” says Drax, also tied up. Peter groans.

“I told you to protect Tony?” says Peter and Drax shrugs. Or he tries to shrug. Its hard with the sticky gear.

“He said he would save us.” answers Drax and Peter sighs. How is he gonna do that?

Peter rolls to his other side. Maybe he could get to Gamoras sword and…

“Missed me?” says a robotic voice and Peter sees Tony still in his armor on the other side of the bars.

“What the?” says Rocket and Tony lifts the faceplate.

“Hi.” says Tony softly and the smile he sends them is really cute.

“How did you do that?” asks Peter and Tony waves with his hand.

“Told you my new repulsers are pretty awesome.” answers Tony and then shows Peter how awesome they are. Because first he burns the bars down. Then carefully the sticky gear.

“And why are they awesome?” asks Rocket and holds his hand up. Tony high-fives him.

“Because you helped me.” answers Tony and grins back.

“Very sweet. Now we need to leave.” says Gamora and Peter agrees with her.

The way out is easy. Tony really knocked the bad guys out and Peter has to say he is really impressed.

“Good work.” says Drax and he pats Tony on the back. Even though Tony wears his armor he still trembles a bit under his hand.

“Thanks.” says Tony and because of his still open faceplate Peter can see the tiny blush.

When they discover that there isn’t anything to steal, they go back to the milano.

“Peter can i talk to you?” says Tony when the others are already inside. Peter nods.

“So uhm… why did you told Rocket and Drax to go with me and you know protect me?” asks Tony and now its Peters turn to blush.

“I just…i didn’t want you to get hurt.” mumbles Peter then and Tony nudges him with his elbow.

“You know that i’m Iron man right? I’m made out of iron.” grins Tony and Peter laughs.

“Okay okay i get it. You can protect yourself. Next mission you can pick a partner or be on your own if you genius have a better idea than my plan is.” answers Peter and Tony nods.

“Thank you. That means a lot.” says Tony and Peter smiles back at him.

He can’t help it. He knows how strong Tony is but he still likes it when he is protected.

“And Peter?” asks Tony and then trips on the ladder towards the ship.

Peter literally jumps forward and catches Tony in his arms. He breathes hard. Dude. That was really dangerous.

“Sometimes i still like it that you protect me.” grins Tony up at him and before Peter can do anything Tony kisses him right on the mouth.

Oh.

What went down in Copycat
  • INTRO SEQUENCE
  • Alya: I think it's time you called Adrien
  • Marinette: HE MUST NEVER KNOW
  • Alya: you mean about your crush on him? or about some deep and incredibly plot-relevant secret that you're keeping from everyone?
  • Marinette: um...the first one? bc I defs don't have any secrets
  • Alya: yeah I think he already knows you have a crush on him
  • Alya: and probs your secret too honestly
  • Alya: I think we all know about that
  • Marinette: oh come on lemme just call him already
  • Phone: hello you've reached Adrien Agreste, fashion disaster extraordinare, and I think you're stunningly gorgeous
  • Marinette: AAAAAAAAH
  • Phone: psyche, this is his auto-responder, just leave your message now
  • Marinette: AAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAH
  • Phone: message saved!
  • Marinette: HE MUST NEVER KNOW
  • Alya: for once I agree
  • Marinette: imma steal his phone
  • Alya: you're gonna what now
  • Marinette: it's what I do best
  • Alya: kk well imma go to this ceremony thing where they're gonna unveil that statue of you
  • Marinette: OH HOLY FRICKEN CHEETONUGGETS I HAVE TO GO TO THAT
  • Alya: yeah you're defs keepin that secret identity hidden from everyone
  • Adrien: *is cool and has a sword*
  • Plagg: you have one new message!
  • Adrien: lemme listen to it
  • Plagg: oh it's not recorded
  • Plagg: I answered the phone and pretended to be your auto-responder
  • Adrien: well who was it and what did they say?
  • Plagg: it was Marinette basically just being herself
  • Adrien: gotcha
  • Plagg: shouldn't we go to the statue thing
  • Adrien: yep! Plagg, catify me!
  • Chat Noir: *allons-y's himself over to the park*
  • Théo: hey Chat Noir where's Ladybug?
  • Chat Noir: defs on a date with me
  • Théo: um what
  • Chat Noir: you can kiss your chances with her goodbye
  • Théo: I didn't even—
  • Chat Noir: BYE BYE THÉO'S CHANCES
  • Théo: that was weird
  • Théo: anyway I'm sure she's doing something very important
  • Marinette: TIKKI HELP ME BREAK INTO THIS LOCKER
  • Tikki: which one
  • Marinette: ALL OF THEM
  • Tikki: I think maybe you should calm down
  • Marinette: SDBYFBJDVHFAWIXVNZ
  • Tikki: here I found the phone now calm down!
  • Marinette: I WILL NOW ERASE THE MESSAGE
  • Tikki: ok how are you gonna do that
  • Marinette: *spikes phone into the ground*
  • Tikki: I guess that works
  • Chat Noir: well she didn't show up so she defs loves me more than you
  • Théo: why are you going on about th—
  • Chat Noir: SHE DEFS LOVES ME MORE THAN YOU
  • Théo: fine imma go get akumatized I guess
  • Hawkmoth: hey Théo do you wanna replace that guy
  • Théo: that guy?
  • Hawkmoth: that guy
  • Théo: why would I wanna be that guy
  • Hawkmoth: idk maybe you could steal valuable artworks?
  • Théo: ok I guess
  • Copycat: *steals the Mona Lisa*
  • Roger: ok officers listen up
  • Roger: so Chat Noir's stolen a painting and this is definitely him and there's nothing suspicious about it despite his past behavior not matching this in the slightest
  • Roger: so here's our foolproof plan
  • Roger: when he shows up and says the cat burglar was an imposter imma pretend to believe him
  • Roger: and then imma lead him to where the painting was
  • Roger: and imma trip the alarm to close the gate and trap him in there
  • Roger: and then I'll leave him unsupervised because he defs doesn't have any powers that could break through a metal gate
  • Roger: and that's how we'll capture him bc this is the best possible plan
  • Chat Noir: I'm standing right here
  • Roger: oh hey Chat Noir! you wanna see the site of the burglary
  • Chat Noir: I was gonna be cooperative but you just said you're planning to trap me so instead imma run away
  • Roger: chase after him! with helicopters!
  • Chat Noir: *evades helicopters*
  • Ladybug: *calls Chat Noir*
  • Chat Noir: so just a hunch but the akumatized villain is probs that sculptor guy who said he was gonna go get akumatized
  • Ladybug: kk where you at
  • Chat Noir: I must face him alone
  • Ladybug: ok but here's a better idea
  • Ladybug: what if you face him alone but with backup from me
  • Chat Noir: oh yeah that's way better and I probs won't die now
  • Copycat: HEY GUYS
  • Chat Noir: I guess the cat's out of the bag
  • Copycat: dammit! I was just about to say that! stop stealing my puns
  • Chat Noir: stop stealing my identity
  • Copycat: ok that's a valid piece of criticism and now imma beat you up
  • Ladybug: and imma beat up both of you!
  • Chat Noir: what really?
  • Ladybug: jk no, I have no spoons for this fight
  • Ladybug: lucky charm!
  • *spoon happens*
  • Ladybug: correction, I have one spoon for this fight
  • Copycat: you can't beat me with a spoon!
  • Ladybug: *beats him with a spoon*
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly
  • Chat Noir: no that one's him this is me
  • Ladybug: whoops
  • *beats the actual Copycat with a spoon*
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly
  • Alya: so Marinette do you still have Adrien's phone
  • Marinette: yeah it's here. and there. and there.
  • Alya: you spiked it into the ground, didn't you
  • Marinette: mebbe
  • Alya: well I'm sure he'll defs date you now
  • Adrien: *defs dates her*
  • Alya: WHAT
  • ROLL CREDITS

anonymous asked:

Can you please do a request where josh and you are getting to know each other and definitely like eachother but shortly free he had to leave for tour again so he eventually invites you to join him for a week and the he asks you if you're ready to make it official?

I’m sorry that it took me a little bit, but I hope you like it! And sorry, if some things aren’t the exact way you requested them. But thank you! :)

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Getting to know each other

Words: 2074 words

Triggers: None (at least I think so, if not please tell me!)

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You met Josh at a party one of your close friends invited you to. At first, you were a little skeptical about him. Of course, you knew that he was a part of the upcoming band called „Twenty One Pilots“. And you expected him to be at least a little bit arrogant since he was somewhat a celebrity.

So as soon as Josh introduced himself to you, you anticipated him to be cocky and full of himself. He was probably used to get all kind of attention from women so you wouldn’t have been surprised if he made somewhat of a move on you. But this didn’t happen.

Instead, Josh was a truly a gentleman. He introduced himself as „Josh“ the friend of Tom, not as „Josh“ the drummer of Twenty One Pilots. Actually, he didn’t even bring his band up, only as he told you funny stories about being on tour with Tyler and the other members of the crew. Josh was genuine and a great guy to talk to. So as the night came to an end, you didn’t hesitate to give him your number, as he asked for it.



Now, a little over a week later, Josh asked you if you wanted to grab a coffee with him, at a little café. The two of you stayed in contact the whole time, messaging and talking on the phone occasionally. But you haven’t had time to properly meet again because you were busy with work.


It wasn’t hard for you to spot the bright yellow hair at one of the booths in the far back, where you could talk without being interrupted by the other loud customers who waited in line. To your surprise, you saw that Josh already ordered the drinks.

„(Y/N), Hi! I already ordered, since I was a little early, I got you a cappuccino with extra caramel syrup, that was it or not..?“

You couldn’t help but to grin, somewhat along the party, Josh asked you what your favorite order at a café was, and he remembered it perfectly.

„You’re right, thank you very much! How much do I owe you?“

As you heard him say, that it was on him, you slid into the bank opposite of him. Even if you wanted to argue about him paying for you, you knew that it would be pointless. Josh and you met only a few days ago and you already had the feeling of knowing him more than a lifetime. It just clicked with the two of you.

„So, how is it going for you? Everything alright with your co-worker or does he keep on annoying you?“ Josh smirked.

„Daniel is just an idiot, really. My boss told him to start working properly and he didn’t listen. Now I have to work twice as much because he got himself fired.“ You couldn’t help but pout. „But actually, I already did all of that, now that I think of it.“

Josh laughed. „Wow, maybe I should start working properly too! I wouldn’t want Tyler to throw me out of the band since I wouldn’t know what to do then. Literally.“

„What do you mean?“

„I wouldn’t want to work at a record store again. And since I didn’t go to college, my work options are very limited, you know?“ He chuckled lightly.

„Wait, what? You didn’t go to college?“ You couldn’t hide your astonishment. In no way were you meaning to be rude, but Josh took your outburst not so well. He got all defensive.

„I’m sorry that I don’t have a degree like you or anyone else for that matter.“ Josh looked away, being mad and slightly embarrassed.

As soon as you noticed your mistake, you took his hand in your own and forced him to look to you again. „I didn’t mean this in any bad way, I was just really surprised, that’s all. To be honest, I kind of envy you. You’re living your dream and didn’t spend many years at college, for a degree that you don’t even use. I’d love to be able to experience this, too. Actually, I majored in literature and where do I work now? At a little clothing store down the street. I don’t even know if I wanna do anything with literature for the rest of my life. But you knew what you wanted to do and you took any chance to get to your dream, even if it meant to take risks.“

Josh just looked at you. Completely amazed. He didn’t know what to say, what to answer. It took him some seconds to get your little monolog in. „I-… You’re literally the first person who told me that. Everyone said how dumb I am for throwing my chance at a good and save future away.“

„Well then, I’m glad to be the first, even if I think that the others are complete idiots.“ You smiled at him, still holding his hand. It felt nice and frighteningly comfortable. Like you’re used to it. What is happening to you? You never experienced those kinds of feelings that fast. You didn’t even know Josh that long!



„(Y/N), actually I wanted to meet with you because I had something to tell you.“ Just hearing those words, made your heart drop into your stomach. There never comes something good out of these kinds of messages.

„You know that Tyler and I tour a lot, and we’re actually leaving Columbus in less than a week again. For several months.“

There it was. You couldn’t help the pang in your heart. It was too good to be true, he’s gonna leave and forget about you.
You didn’t say anything, not because you didn’t want to but because you didn’t know what to say. You never had to experience this kind of situation before. What were you two gonna do? It’s not that you’re actually dating or anything like it, for that matter. Hell, you just met! But that didn’t stop you from falling hard for the yellow-haired drummer.

„I know this sucks. If I could, I would stay here… I really like you,(Y/N), even if we just met.“

You smiled sadly at him, squeezing his hand lightly. „I really like you too, Josh“

„I- okay screw this, I know this sounds absolutely crazy, but do you wanna join? Like, go on tour with me? Even just for a week! I can’t stand the thought of leaving you so suddenly when we are just getting to know each other.“

You were even more speechless than before. Going on tour with him? Like actually touring? That sounded so crazy. But what sounded even crazier, was your answer.

„You’re right, this is crazy… But yes? I wanna go on tour with you?“ Never did you think that you would even consider something like this. Leave everything behind and join some boy you met a few days ago on tour? Like actually touring? You are crazy. But it was Josh, and if you liked it or not, the first time the two of you talked it instantly clicked. You already felt so comfortable around him, which you weren’t even with some of your long-known friends. If you wanted to give this a chance, you had no other choice.

Josh grinned, practically from ear to ear. „Really?“

You nodded, grinning as well. This whole situation was so unreal, you couldn’t believe it.

Before you could even register what was about to happen, Josh put his one hand on your neck and kissed your cheek. „Thank you so much!“

You felt your blood rush to your cheeks. How on earth could you fall so easily and hard for this boy, who was sitting right across from you?



A week has passed and you were currently watching the third show of the boys. Tyler took his wife Jenna with him, who you got along really well. The two of you were watching them perform while talking.


„I’m really glad that Josh met you. He’s doing a lot better now and that’s all because of you. I’m sure he hasn’t told you all of that, but he was single a long time, because normally the girls he was interested in, weren’t so supportive with the band and touring. So he actually gave up on meeting someone, until he saw you.“

You felt your cheeks reddening, as Jenna assumed that the two of you were official. Sure, you both acted like a couple and confessed your liking to each other, but Josh hasn’t made any move for making it official.

„We’re not- Josh and I aren’t together.“

Jenna looked at you like you were crazy. „Please don’t tell me that Josh hasn’t asked you out yet? He’s such an idiot, really.“

You just shrugged, not sure of what you should answer. Hell, you weren’t even sure that he really likes you.

„I need to talk with him, or with Tyler so he talks to him. I’m sure that he already thinks of you as his girlfriend, he probably only forgot to properly ask you.“

„Please, don’t do that, Jenna! He probably has his reasons, why he wouldn’t want to make it official.“ You practically begged her. It would be so awkward if she asked Josh, why he hasn’t asked you out yet. Josh would assume that you asked her to do it and then everything would be over.

„Pfft, he’s head over heels for you, the only reason why he hasn’t made any move yet, is because his dumb head forgot it. Don’t panic, everything’s gonna be alright.“ Jenna smiled at you, which you eventually returned.


The two of you watched the rest of the concert in silence. Jenna watching her husband perform, while you watched Josh drum his heart out. You couldn’t help but stare, seeing him living his dream made your heart flutter. You hoped that Jenna was right because at this point there was no way you could deny your feelings for the yellow-haired boy any longer.

After the concert was over and Josh tackled you in one bone-crushing hug, ignoring the fact that he was a sweating mess, you noticed how Jenna and Mark silently talked while casually glancing in your direction. She wouldn’t…? Oh no.

„Hey, Josh! The others wondered if you and your girlfriend wanted to hang out later, at one of the busses.“ Mark looked at you, trying his best to hide his grin but failing terribly.

„Yeah, why not? You don’t have a problem with that, right (Y/N)?“ You just nodded your head, accepting the offer silently. Why didn’t he correct Marks assumption?


Just as you wanted to ask him yourself, because you couldn’t wait any longer, Josh noticed his little ‚mistake‘.

„Wait- Oh god, I’m sorry.“ Even if you didn’t understand why exactly he was excusing himself, it wasn’t like he hurt your feelings or so, your heart fluttered again because Josh was actually blushing. Probably because of embarrassment. But nevertheless was it cute.

„Don’t say sorry, it’s no problem.“ You gave him a reassuring smile, hoping that he would take the hint and finally ask you. 

But nope. Josh just kissed your cheek and told you that he was going to take a quick shower before you two meet the others.


As you wanted to go to the bus, where you were staying at, you heard Josh calling for you. „Wait (Y/N)! I forgot something!“

You turned around, looking expectingly at him. „What?“

„I- err,“ He took a deep breath, before answering your question. „Do you wanna be my girlfriend?“

You couldn’t believe your ears. Was he serious?

„I’m sorry that it took me Mark’s assumptions to finally ask you, but to be honest I already thought of you as my girl, so… I don’t know why I didn’t ask you sooner.“

As you heard him, you couldn’t help but chuckle. „Good to know that you already claimed me as yours, before I even knew it.“

Josh looked at you, shrugging lightly while smiling like the cute idiot that he is. „So, you wanna be mine officially?“

„Yes, I’d love that, you dork.“ And with that, you leaned in to kiss him. Just as your lips touched, you heard Jenna scream.

„Yes! Finally! Took you long enough, Josh!”

The two of you burst out laughing. Now, the yellow-haired drummer was finally yours, and you wouldn’t want to change that for anything in the world.

powerovernothing  asked:

First off, let me tell you, your fan fiction literally made my entire night and I just have it tucked away on my computer to reread because it was written SO DAMN WELL and IN CHARACTER AND OH MAN. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. YONDU'S WORRY WAS SO GOOD! UGH. But if you're still wanting prompts. How about -- Peter and Yondu get into a massive fight and they say things they don't mean, and they have to deal with the messy emotions afterward; as well as the awkward attempts to fix it.

Hey-o! Got that second one coming right up! :P

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He’s 16 when he tells Yondu that he hates him. Of course, he hasn’t ever exactly been ‘fond’ of the centurian, but he’d never said that he hated him outright until now.

The crew had just come back from an on-world raid, where Peter decided to disobey a direct order, and in doing so, botched the whole operation, but ended up saving Yondu’s life in the process. They got into a fight about it pretty badly when they docked for the night to check into a hotel.

“That was COMPLETELY unnecessary, Quill! You damned near got every one of us killed out there! The hell were you thinking, tryin'a cut the trip wire!?” Yondu cinched the ties around Peter’s bedroll a bit too tightly, absolutely fuming. By this point he was too angry to weave around the subject of their heist to any listening ears.

“I only tried to cut it because I KNEW you wouldn’t have made the jump! You would ended up pulling it yourself and getting hurt or worse if I hadn’t!” Peter raged in retaliation.

A few remaining crew members grabbing their supplies listened in on the fight for a moment, but then quickly moved on, lest they inquire the captain’s wrath. The only ones left in the docking hangar were Peter and Yondu.

“Boy, you need to learn to listen when you’re told not to do something that serious! Because out there, in the real world, there ain’t second tries, and when YOU screw somethin’ up, it’s YOUR FAULT.” Yondu threw Peter’s bedroll at him and stomped off towards the bunks of the ship.

“Where are you going??” He shouted in exasperation at the centurian. Their argument was far from over.

“I’M SLEEPIN’ ON MY SHIP! THAT WAY I DON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU. GOD, I SHOULD HAVE JUST DONE WHAT I WAS HIRED TO DO WHEN YOU WERE A KID AND DUMPED YOUR ASS!”

It was completely in the heat of the moment, but even then, Yondu realized he shouldn’t have said that. He didn’t mean it. Quill was like a son to him. He’d saved him by keeping him, against orders. But he couldn’t turn around to face the young man. Not now.

He couldn’t see it, but he could just..feel Peter’s frustration.

“I..-” The boy huffed out. He sounded like he was crying. Or trying to hide it.

“I hate you.” And all it took were three words to wound Yondu as deeply as his words had struck the boy.

He didn’t turn around until he heard the teenager’s footfalls exit the craft.

All he could get out was a whisper.

“The hell have you done, Udonta..”

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It was late in the night when Kraglin came back to the ship. Yondu had just finally drifted off when the man came strolling into his room, taking a seat in the chair in the room’s opposite corner.

“Why you here? You forget somethin’?

“Just checking on ya, Cap'n. Sounds like you and Pete got into it pretty bad earlier.”

Yondu sighed and nodded sullenly, sitting up in the bed. He winced when he moved his bruised shoulder the wrong way.

“Kid’s pretty upset. He cried until he passed out. Must’ve been serious.”

“Said some things I regret, Krag.”

Kraglin nodded, listening at his captain spoke.

“Things like that happen, Cap'n. We’ve all done it.”

Yondu struggled with his next words, reliving the moment they were said in painful detail.

“I was just..I was so damned angry..I just couldn’t look at ‘im. He-..He said he hated me.”

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it none. He seemed like he was feelin’ pretty bad about it.” Kraglin rose from his seat and started towards the door.

“Kraglin, you think I messed it up with the kid? I don’t..I’m not exactly…father figure material.”

Kraglin paused, unsure of how to reassure his captain for a moment. But then he smiled, and spoke one last time as he walked out the door.

“Just talk to him in the morning. It’ll work out.”

Alone again, and now fully awake, Yondu was left to ponder his thoughts once more. Maybe think of a good apology while he was at it.

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He had the chance to make use of the apology he’d come up with at breakfast the next morning.

Peter sat by himself when they all went back to the ship to eat. He laid over the edge of the table, his bowl completely forgotten in front of him, even though it was full.

Yondu sat with some of his fellow Ravagers to eat, and then went and joined Quill after he’d cleared his dishes.

“What’s eatin’ ya, kid?” The Ravager king asked, his tone of voice gentle. Peter had been avoiding him all morning.

“Not the crew..yet.” The boy replied somberly, not even looking up.

“Hey, listen. I didn’t mean none of them things I said yesterday. I was angry, and scared..and stupid.”

Peter gave a short glance in Yondu’s direction.

“I was scared cuz I was afraid we were gonna get hurt when that charge went off from the trip wire. I was afraid you’d get yourself hurt. You were right there when it blew.”

Peter finally sat up and Yondu reached to put a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, boy.”

Peter sat silently a moment, taking a deep breath before he answered.

“I don’t..I didn’t mean..I don’t hate you. I’m sorry I said I did.”

“I know. I know. It’s ok, Quill.”

anonymous asked:

Could you do a Troy/Reader where reader is afraid of Troy because she was almost killed with Luci Nick and Travis and tries to avoid and Troy doesn't like that you're afraid of him so he keeps following you around trying to get you to like him?

Word Count: 1013

Warnings: N/A

Characters: Troy Otto; Madison Clark; reader (Y/N).


It had been about a week since you’d arrived at the ranch. You had been in the helicopter when it crashed and Travis had been killed, and you’d taken it pretty hard. You were one of Madison’s students but since you now didn’t have a family of your own, the Clarks had become your family.

Madison seemed pretty comfortable in this new place, though you were anything but. Maybe it was the fact that Travis wasn’t there, or maybe it was Troy. Something about the guy put you on edge. You were with Nick, Travis and Luciana when the so called ‘experiments’ were taking place, and although Troy technically saved you by shooting down walkers when you were running to the helicopter, you still didn’t trust him - he was a loose cannon.

You could see what Madison was trying to do - she was trying to take advantage of Troy’s mummy issues, but you still didn’t like the situation. Troy had tried to win your approval on numerous occasions - opening doors, offering you the last coffee - that sort of mumbo jumbo, but you still only saw him as the guy who tried to kill your family in the name of science.

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anonymous asked:

Part 2 of Takao's fem best friend's unrequited love please?? An extra req, if you're gonna do a time skip, can you pls not make it longer than two months? I'd like those emotions to be raw, esp right after Takao knows of her feelings ^^ Thank you!

Anonymous said: Takao anon here! Yes, I’m the original anon who requested the first scenario. Um, honestly, I can’t think of any general plot for this 2nd one; all I actually want is a continuation of the 1st scenario, with more angst before the happy ending~ and yep, I want Takao to return his best friend’s feelings! ^^ So aside from the 2-month specified time, angst+happy ending, and Takao returning (maybe realizing his hidden feelings for her?) that love, like you said, I allow you to do whatever you want. 

I hope you’re not mad at me for delaying this for so long! I honestly don’t know how to feel about this, but here it is, I really hope it’s satisfactory. Since you like the feelings raw, I didn’t put a time skip. Thank you for your patience!

This is a continuation to this story here. You are heavily suggested to proceed only after reading the first part. Female!Reader ahead for consistency. 

It Was Always You by Maroon 5


Originally posted by grrungegoddess

Stupid stupid stupid stupid, he thinks, hands balled into fists at how completely idiotic he is. He should’ve just straightaway ran to your house instead of asking your friends, waiting for them to pick the phone up to ask them where you were, if you were partying with them—that way, he could’ve caught you before it got dark. Although he’s close to your family as your best friend, how is he supposed to knock on the door to your home at nearly midnight? 

What is he going to say if your parents open the front door?

What is he going to say if you are the one who opens the door?

Takao sighs, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his dress shirt and loosening his tie. His hair sticks on his face from sweat, but in contrast to his slightly ragged breath and the sensation of the cold air against his damp skin, his mind is numb. 

He can see your bedroom window from here. It’s dark. You’re probably asleep. The idea of throwing rocks at your window is quickly discarded—you most likely don’t want to look at him in the face again.

The glare of his phone catches his eye and tells him that his girlfriend is looking for him: ten missed calls and a couple dozen of texts, gradually changing tone from sweet questions of where he’s at to a storm of textual rage. He turns off the device—she’s the least of his concerns right now. Takao sits on your empty porch with empty eyes and a rabbit heart as his mind flashes him images of the last few times he hung out with you.

When he can only recall conversations about his relationship and that forced smile on your face, he curses. 

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he says to himself, feeling as if his heart is in the fist of a phantom hand, painfully clenching the organ. 

The two of you don’t even talk to each other these days—at least nothing of substance like your usual deep or humorous exchanges. Since the end of his second year in Shuutoku, which is around the time he found his “soulmate” (Takao swallows bitterness at the word—how did he have the gall to use it so lightly?), the conversations he shared with you were shallow banter with him mostly talking about his girlfriend and you having to listen. He’d ask for relationship advice, what a girl likes, where to take her on dates. 

You were probably forcing laughter, faking smiles, crying yourself to sleep when you’re alone.

Takao let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. The night is dark and quiet save for the occasional gust of wind and sounds of crickets singing between the grass, but his mind is loud and disorganized: a mix of realization, question, and self-deprecation. The way you looked at him when he talks, how other people seem to let their gazes linger on you and him—everybody knew, even Midorima noticed, for heaven’s sake. How could he miss the signs? How could he be so blinded, even when he was the one that told you “nothing is going to change” when he got a girlfriend?

If only he could go back in time and punch himself in the face for saying that to you. It obviously turned out to be a lie, no matter how he didn’t mean it to be one. He didn’t just replace you, he made you suffer by putting it in your face for at least one year and you say a single word against it.

He blinks, and a tear slowly makes its way down his cheek. It takes a moment for Takao to realize that he’s crying, but when he does, a wave of thoughts darker than the sky he’s under flood his mind: there’s no way you don’t hate him right now, not when he’s caused you nothing but pain for a long time. That’s why you didn’t talk to him after the graduation ceremony, that’s why you’ve been rejecting his offers to lunch together, that’s why you’ve been oddly quiet whenever the two of you hung out. 

He remembers the big game Shuutoku won and how he doesn’t recall you congratulating him. It must’ve been since then. He must’ve hurt you so much without realizing, like the Prince in The Little Mermaid and how he asked her to dance the night away, not knowing of the swords she feels like she’s stepping on. And like the Prince, too, he discarded her for another, despite the sacrifices she has made and the pain she must endure.

Then, he thinks about what will happen next. His apology won’t be enough, not after what you’ve been through. You’ll grow to despise him, cutting him off from your life like removing a parasitic infection—that’s what he’s been anyway, sucking the life and love out of you. You won’t look at him in the face again when you pass by each other on the street. He might have his girlfriend in one arm, but the thought of him not being in your life coils a rope in his chest.

And when he thinks of you having another person by your side, someone who shares kisses with you, someone who gets to make you smile and laugh, the only one who is allowed to hold you in their arms—and that someone is not him…

Takao feels like he’s been physically hurt, but there are no wounds on his skin to show.

He spends the rest of the night punishing himself in the chest with these thoughts sharp as blade, bleeding tears into the night until he’s too tired to stay awake.


You wake up the next morning with puffy red eyes, gauging that it is approaching afternoon by the strong sunlight that enters your bedroom. The weight of your heavy heart is somewhat diminished, not only by the fact that you cried your eyes out the night before, but also by the faint feeling of hunger. After brushing your teeth and a brisk shower, you change into clean T-shirt and shorts, not bothering to conceal your swollen eyes since you’re staying at home for the rest of the day.

Your parents should already be away for work at this time of the day, leaving you alone in your house. Your assumptions are confirmed when you walk downstairs to find silence—even the television is off. 

So when you enter the kitchen to find Takao, sitting with a plate of half-eaten toast in front of him, you gasp as if you’ve seen a ghost.

He does look ghastly, his paler face contrasting to the marks under his eyes. He shows signs of surprise as well when he sees you, which quickly dissolves into hesitance. He’s here with the full intention of talking to you, apologizing, telling you how stupid he was and how he realizes he doesn’t want a life without you—

—you don’t even know he knows.

“Takao-kun…?”   

“__________-chan,” he says with a start—weird since he’s the one barging in your house. He realizes your swollen eyes and remembers that he spent the night crying too, but he can only hope that you don’t notice.

“What are you—how did you get it?” You look at the front door and back at him again, positive that the entrance is properly locked.

“Your parents let me in,” he answers, “I came here in the morning.” Takao still can see your mother’s reaction when she finds him sleeping on a chair as she checks the porch every morning. She was surprised more than anything, but she didn’t ask when he said he has something very important to say to you.

Maybe she knows, and from the way your father glanced at him before offering him breakfast, Takao thinks he knows too. Have you been so upset that your parents notice what’s going on, though you’re not the type to tell them? Did they mention his name during a family dinner, and all of a sudden you just got quiet, like when he mentions his girlfriend’s name? Did they hear your sounds of sobbing across the hallway at night?

“Oh,” you answer dumbly, making a sandwich for yourself as you face the kitchen counter. You don’t want him looking at you, not when you’re like this: vulnerable and unprepared. “What brings you here today?”

“I—you—” he trips on his own words, “__________-chan, we need to talk.”

Fear overcomes you for a split second at the seriousness of his tone. Takao has rarely used it in his conversations with you, but after knowing him for so long, you can tell. He means business.

“What about?” You ask, putting a slice of cheese on toast before busying your hands with something, anything. You don’t want to talk to him.

“__________-chan, look at me.”

You freeze for a moment and hope he doesn’t notice, but Takao does not hold the nickname Hawk Eye for nothing. You slowly turn to him, looking at him in the eye, keeping your defences up with whatever dignity you have left in you.

In front of you stands the boy who you had your heart in his hands, and instead of looking powerful and confident, he’s not much better than you are. For a second you are tempted to throw in a joke about his face—he must’ve partied so hard and the hangover still hasn’t subsided, but you know the humorous attempt is merely a cover-up of the truth.

“__________-chan,” he calls your name again, softer this time as if reminiscing a memory, “do you… like me?”

At that point, thoughts of lying to him, telling him that of course you do—you’re not best friends if you don’t, are thrown out the window. There’s no use for sugar-coating and false masks anymore. Your grip to whatever leash that has been keeping your sanity together loosens, and tears begin to pool in your eyes as fast as he made you fall in love with him, breaking the dam.

You defy his orders, looking down to the floor and covering your face with both hands. Takao’s eyes widen only a fraction before he feels a pang in his heart. He knows you don’t usually cry in front of people, that you prefer to let loose when you are alone in your room—the fact that you’re openly crying in the kitchen with the cause of your pain right in front of you is proof that he made you go through a lot.

He feels like he’s suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I—I tried not to… I thought—”

He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, attempting to pull you into a hug, but when you flinch and freeze before taking a step back, another portion of his heart breaks. You inhale deeply yet shakily, cupping your hand over your mouth as if it stops the sobbing somehow.

“It’s okay,” you say, a sudden calm overcoming you and his eyebrows crinkle in confusion. “I, we’re not going to the same university, s-so we won’t see each other as much,” you continue, cursing inwardly at your shaky voice when you see Takao’s expression.

“I’ll—I’ll stay out of your way!” It comes out as a suggestion, but it’s like his heart is about to burst in the phantom hand’s tight grip.

“I promise not to get in the way of your relationship.” He swallows, scenes of not seeing you ever again playing in his mind, and his mouth feels dry and bitter.

“I didn’t want you to know in the first place. Just please… pretend you don’t know.” His stomach sinks at the request.

“I’ll be fine,” you say, but it feels as if you’re trying to convince yourself, “I’ll be okay.”

That’s when he snaps, pulling you into a hug so tight you’re encased by his whole body. The desperation in his hands as he cups the back of your head says he’s afraid that you’ll slip through him like sand. Pressed against his chest like this, you feel his rapid heartbeat and warmth, and the tears you have been trying so hard to supress makes their way down your cheek, seeping into the material of his shirt.

“No, don’t, please,” he tells you, exhaling shakily, “I was—if I let you go now you’ll run away, and I spent the whole night thinking about what would happen and I,” he swallows, “I really can’t imagine not having you with me.”

“Then what?” You cry, pushing at his chest in anger to put distance between you. “You want me to stick around and ‘stand by you’ while you’re with your girlfriend? I’ve done that for the past year!” Your voice breaks with the gradually rising volume, evidence of how hard you cried the night before. “I don’t want to go through that anymore. I’ve had enough.”

The room falls into silence as Takao looks at you while you quietly lower your eyes down to the floor. Thoughts run a thousand miles an hour in your head: if Takao only loves you as much as a friend does, there’s no point in having this conversation anymore—at least not until you move on. You must cut all ties with him, start anew, and fall in love again to be ready to face him.

“You hate me now, don’t you?” He asks.

Even the words sting his tongue when he says them.

This time you look him in the eyes as you give him your answer.

“I wish I could,” you whisper, “that would make things so much easier.”

And like a meteor colliding with Earth, there is realization and clarity, like the smoke is cleared out of his mind. When he pulls you by the arm and crashes his lips onto yours in a desperate kiss, it feels as if everything makes sense—it’s right, and he has never felt nothing as perfect as this before.

Your eyes widen at the foreign sensation. You’ve never expected this to happen, never in your wildest dreams—at least not after you’ve discarded them. You feel tears well again in your eyes for the umpteenth time in the past twenty-four hours, because how can you not cry while he’s kissing you and you’re already giving up on him? Any form of resistance you can come up with is futile: your push isn’t as strong and your fists are instead bringing him closer, the way you try to pull away but always responding when he chases you.

Inside, you figure that there is still a bit of hope that he would return your feelings.

Takao’s kiss is deep, passionate, desperate. It’s more emotional than your previous conversation combined, it tells you everything you need to know about him and him you: that he is certainly not willing to let you go or run away, and that a small part of you hasn’t lost your wish of being with him despite what you try to tell yourself.

“I’m sorry,” he says in between kisses, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise, just give me the chance to.”

You gasp his name and he moans against your lips, kissing until the fire in his gut slowly turns into an ember, and by then he’s peppering slow kisses around your face in silent admiration and affection.

“What about your girlfriend?” You ask quietly. You really wish that you can skip this part, but he’s technically still in a relationship with someone else. Takao sighs, fishing out his phone and turning it on. The two of you stare until the blank screen lights up, and after a few seconds you can see notifications flooding in his phone, her name glaring in pixels. You spot snippets of the long sentences she sent to him, cuss words and spelling errors that turns out to be a continuation of what he received the night before.

“It’s clear that she’s upset of me ditching the party last night,” Takao scoffs a bit at that, “but who cares? She most likely found somebody else to grind with on the dance floor if she has the gall to diss me like that.”

“That’s horrible,” you say, eyebrows scrunching lightly with discomfort.

Takao places the device on the kitchen counter, paying absolutely no attention to it before he moves in to kiss you softly on the lips. When you pull away, it’s slow and unwilling, like you want it to last forever, but the need for air makes such wish impossible. His eyes are lidded, looking at you with an expression you can’t exactly decipher. You’ve never seen this look on his face before—something tells you that you’ll see more of this side of him in the future.

“I can’t believe it’s you all along,” he whispers, kissing you one more time. You reciprocate with equally, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to sink in the feeling of him wrapped around your senses. He smiles into the kiss.

“We’ve got a lot of talking to do.”

anonymous asked:

can i ask for 15 for mreyder?

Things you said with too many miles between us

The life of a Pathfinder was nothing if not unpredictable. One moment Scott was helping to gather some minerals on Elaaden, the next came an urgent summon to the Nexus or a distress call from the resistance on Voeld. Still, even among all this hecticness – or maybe because of it – he found comfort in establishing a small routine, things repeated almost every single day that helped to ground him no matter in which corner of the galaxy he was at the moment: ungodly amounts of cereal for breakfast, the morning hug from Jaal, feeding the Pyjak forbidden snacks behind Lexi’s back. And of course daily calls to Reyes, right before Scott turned in for the night.

It felt nice to see his lover’s face and hear his voice broadcasted through the infinite void, even if that wasn’t nearly enough to fully quench the longing. They always chatted a bit about what interesting happened to them and joked a little, exchanging cheesy lines or bad puns. Sometimes the conversation took a turn into a naughty territory when they hadn’t seen one another for a long time and were itching for a release.

Scott adored their talks, the time devoted to no one else but each other, the comforting assurance that they both were alive and well, which wasn’t a given with the kind of lifestyle they both lead.  

Today Scott needed to see Reyes more than ever.

Lying on the bed in his quarters, one hand under his head, the other with the omni-tool in front of his face, he told SAM to make the call.

“Good evening, Kadara,” he said as soon as his lover’s smiling face appeared on the display. Reyes must have waited for the call because he picked up almost instantly.

“Ryder. How is my favorite Pathfinder doing today?” he asked in an upbeat tone. But the cheerfulness gradually faded from his face the longer he stared at Scott. He could always read him like a book. “Are you okay?” His words were caring, gentle, inspiring confidence and urging Scott to open up. And Scott needed that kind of encouragement to pour his heart out, the certainty that he would be heard.

“No. Not really,” he sighed, using his omni-tool-free hand to rub at his temple. He wondered if he looked as tired and dispirited as he felt.

“What happened?”

Scott took a deep breath and let the words flow.

“I was on Eos today when I heard that some of the people from the outpost went to explore the remnant ruins, even though I told them over and over again that it’s dangerous and they should stay away. I drove there as fast as I could but…” Scott paused, closing his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, they were filled with anguish. “I arrived too late. The remnants tore them all to shreds right in front of me. I couldn’t do anything, I couldn’t save them. If only I was faster…”

“Scott, stop,” Reyes interrupted him, adamant but still sympathetic. “You can’t blame yourself for their stupidity. What happened wasn’t your fault.”

Scott heaved a sigh. A heavy burden of guilt weighed on his chest, one that he just couldn’t shake off.

“I know. I know, but…” he paused, his mournful eyes telling more than any words could ever do. “I wish you were here with me right now,” he whispered, sounding hopeless and pathetic to his own ears.  

But Reyes looked at him not with scorn, but with tenderness.

“I wish I was.”

The silence that fell between them was full of tension, vibrating with the vastness of space between them, the light years keeping them apart when the only thing they wanted was to be in one another’s arms.

Reyes was first to speak up.

“SAM?”

Scott couldn’t hide his surprise when Reyes addresses the AI. Especially when SAM responded.

Yes, Reyes?

“Could you do something for me?”

Yes. As long as it will not go against my programming or against the Pathfinder’s wishes.”

“No, it’s nothing like that. Could you… could you make Scott feel as if I’m holding him? I think he needs that.”

Certainly.

“What? Reye–” Scott gasped when the sensation of being enveloped in a pair of strong arms spread through his body. The pressure against his skin, the warmth, it all felt so real. Scott’s throat clenched as he tried to rein in his emotions. He couldn’t deny though that the weight on his chest became lighter. 

“Better?” Reyes asked.

“Yeah. Thank you.”

“Go to sleep. I’ll watch over you.”

Scott tried to protest, but all it took was a little of gentle coaxing and he finally gave up. He closed his eyes and fell asleep quicker than he would imagine, safe in the imaginary embrace.

Reyes dawdled with ending the call, observing how Scott’s chest moved steadily with every breath he took, the expression on his face peaceful at last.

“SAM?” he asked once again.

Yes?

“Can you help me with something one more time?”

With what, Reyes?

“Tell me where will you be touching down in the morning.”


* * * 


Of all the things Scott expected to find at the next port, Reyes, who had apparently flown like a madman entire night to get there before him, wasn’t one of them. Surprised, touched and happy, Scott was glad to confirm that no sensory substitute of a hug could compare to the real thing given freely and with love.


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Homeless

Prompt: Clash of social classes in which Luhan is poor

Genre: ??? I actually have no idea how to categorize this. Mild angst? Idek

Word Count: 1987


The first time you saw him, you had to do a double take.

Yeah, he had some dirt and grime smudged into his skin, clothes that had seen better days, and his hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in a while, but he was still cute. In fact, you didn’t look back at him because of his clothing status, or hair; there were plenty of other people on the streets like that. You looked back because he was handsome, and it wasn’t until you took the second glance that you noticed his ragged appearance. And putting both observations together caused confusion, or was it intrigue?

Whatever it was, it made you slow down because you began to stare.


He noticed.

You quickly looked forward again and began walking to the subway entrance a little bit faster, failing to see him duck his head to stare back at the ground as soon as your eyes met.




Every day, when you walked to the subway to go home, he was there, sitting against an old building, sometimes singing, and always a tin can for charity change which sat in front of him. Beside him, there lay an old, yet reliable backpack with rationed food, water bottles, a blanket, a jacket, and the money he received from yesterday.

Every day you’d pass by him, and every day the two of you would make fleeting eye contact.


It wasn’t until one day, a month later, that you got off work early and stopped to listen to him sing. He had his eyes closed, and he was leaning back with his hand folded over his chest. If he wasn’t singing, you’d think he was sleeping.

His voice was sweet and captivating and when he held out his last note, you found yourself wishing the song didn’t end.

He opened his eyes and looked up at you.

You startled back a step, blinking a few times, before clearing your throat and pulling out the first bill in your bag that your fingers felt to drop it into the can.

“You have a really nice voice,” you said with a friendly smile.

“Thanks. That took a while to say hello, though, not gonna lie.” He grinned back.

“Well…yeah, yeah it was. What’s your name?”

“Luhan. Yours?”




“Can I treat you to some coffee?”

It had been a couple weeks since you made acquaintances with Luhan, and every day on your way home, you would greet each other and whatever spare change you had was dropped into his can with soft, metallic clanking. Now you wanted to treat him to some coffee, spend a little free time together. He was cool.

“I don’t want to bother you with-”

“Nah, don’t worry about it, Luhan. I wanna hang out with you. Tell me a story or something.”

“Well…I guess, yeah. Sure. Thanks.”


“So where did you go yesterday?” You asked as he sipped his cup. “I didn’t see you at your spot.”

“I was at a hotel.”

“A hotel? Why?”

“To wash up. Once I save enough money, I can get a proper bed, a warm shower, TV, room service, though I rarely order it. I only get it if I really have enough.”

“So you only get to shower once every week or so?”

He took a long draw from the steaming cup before answering. “Warm shower,” he corrected. “I wash up whenever I can, and I take the little shampoo things from the rooms. But I go if I have enough. That’s after making sure I have enough to feed myself and get water and other essentials. Sometimes it’s choosing between a blanket or a bed. Winter can get pretty harsh, but people tend to be more generous around Christmas time. Sometimes I get enough to stay at a hotel for two days. Summer is the worst though. It’s hot and you’re all sweaty and gross and that just adds more negative appeal to your appearance.” He took another gulp.

You sat there, watching the steam rise and curl from your coffee, letting his words sink in.

“So you really are homeless?”

He chuckled. “Believe me. If I had a place to settle down, I would.”

“How long have you lived like this?”

“Hmmm…a couple years? I moved from my old spot because some of the guys there were getting troublesome and I like my face.”

“It’s a good face.”

“You know it,” he replied with a smirk. “But just so you don’t get the wrong idea,” his face grew serious again, “I don’t sit against that wall all day begging for money. It’s humiliating, honestly. Anyone who begs has to stuff down and even destroy whatever pride they have in themselves to ask strangers for money, and all we can be is thankful because without their charity…well, too bad the world revolves around wealth.”

“Would it…would it be too much to ask what happened?”

He shook his head. “Nah…not really. A lot of people actually have the same or similar stories.” He downed the last of his coffee and took a bite of the pastry you bought him. “Basically what happened was I made a bad investment at the worst time. I loaned my friend a good bit of money to help support him in his business that he wanted to start, and it had a good future if it wasn’t for the city’s economic downturn four years ago. His business was crushed, he couldn’t pay me back, a bunch of people like myself got laid off, I couldn’t pay for my bills or my home, and eventually I had to move out to the streets.”

“I’m so sorry that happened.”

“Yeah, I am too, but right now, the best I can do is just get by and save money as best as I can.” He took another bite and chewed slowly, staring at a spot on the table. “It’s funny,” he said after he swallowed, “most people who are homeless don’t actually live on the streets. Even I don’t stay out here for too long. I usually crash at a friend’s house, like most, but I felt bad for mooching all the time so I’m just…enjoying the fresh air…I actually know quite a few kids who are homeless too.”

“What?”

“Mhmm. If parents lose their jobs, their homes, so do their kids. The sad thing is, since most places require a solid bank account and address and stuff, it’s really hard to get back on your feet once it’s gone. Believe me, not all of us are junkies or alcoholics. A lot of us are trying to get a home, a job, our lives back. Even people who work can be homeless too. I’m working, but housing can get really expensive in the cities so I’m saving as much as I can for a small apartment at least…sorry, I’m rambling.” He took another bite.

“No, it’s fine. It's…a bit of a perception change.”

“Yeah.”

“So what do you do.”

“Ambitiously washing dishes. My shift ends about half an hour before you pass by and then I sing a little sometimes, it helps.”

You finished your coffee. Here was this pleasant, friendly person with a nice sense of humor and a good heart, working as best as he could and still barely scraping by each day. A world revolving around money instead of character. And here you were working a solid job with great pay, with a huge inheritance from your family, and living in the penthouse suite of the chain of apartments your family also owned.

“Hey, Luhan?”

“Yeah?”

“I uh…my family actually owns quite a few apartment complexes, condos and such. I can see if we can give you an address to keep, I’m sure we can, and you can pay it off when you can and I can help you if you want. Please let me help you.”

He stared at you, wide-eyed and still processing. It took a few moments to for him to clear his throat to reply. His eyes hardened with cautious defense.

“Look, don’t take this the wrong way but homeless people can disappear easily and pretty much no one would notice. How do I know you aren’t gonna, I dunno, sell me or something. I don’t even know who you really are.

This startled you. “O-oh. Well, I…damn, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think of how weird it might be for you but I, uh…”

You pulled out your phone and typed your family name into the search engine. You started laughing, unable to believe you were actually looking yourself up.

“Here. I know this is super weird and stuff but this is really me. I just, I just really want to help a friend out.”

He stared.

“What the fuck? You're…you’re rich? Like rich, rich! How-what?”

“I really-”

“No. Hold up. You’re super rich like, really fucking rich?”

“My family is. I still work.”

“But you-what are you, some billionaire philanthropist? What are you doing just talking with me over a cup of coffee? Shouldn’t you be living in some CEO penthouse suite for the rest of your life? Why do you use the subway? The fuck?!”

“My parents raised me to earn my money. My family is rich but I’m not so different from regular people either, and I guess I just got used to taking the subway. Seriously though, I…I wanna help you out.”

He chewed on his lip, turning the whole situation over in his mind.

“But I-I don’t have enough…well, enough anything to pay you back. Why would you-”

“Please. Don’t worry about it. Think of it like…like I’m making an investment. As long as you work hard.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yes.”

“This isn’t some sort of joke, you’re actually gonna help?”

“Yes, I am. It’s just not fair for you, for anyone.”

He looked down. “The world isn’t fair, but damn.” He looked you in the eyes, his emotions swimming and you could tell he was forcing himself not to cry. “Thank you. Thank you so much. It’s been so hard when almost everyone passes by you without looking, and when they do it’s with pity or contempt or disgust. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I really don’t know how to thank-” His voice broke and he began sobbing, biting back the sounds that wanted to escape from his throat. He just hid his face in his hands, as his shoulders shook with the weight of life being lifted off, even if it was just a little.




You had invited him to your penthouse suite for a warm dinner and a nice shower and the spare bed while everything got sorted out.

You changed into something more comfortable and when you left your bedroom, you found him standing close to the window wall. He looked down, watching the night lights of the city, the moving life so far beneath him.

“It’s beautiful,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” you stood next to him and looked down. “Yeah, it is.” Seeing the city from so far up in his point of view, his view that was always on the stained concrete, it really was very beautiful.

“Maybe that’s why so many people in this position are ruthless, thinking they’re better than the rest of us,” he whispered mostly to himself. “They’re just so used to looking down on everyone. And everyone seems to have to look down on someone else to feel better about themselves…isn’t it sad?”

You could only nod and you stared at the breathing lights below.

“Thank you for not being that kind of person, and don’t let the fleeting image of money or power cloud your kindness. Because anyone. Anyone can become homeless. Who are we to put our security in bits of paper and the intangible concept of ownership. All our stuff will go to someone else sooner or later, so why should it matter so much?”

Lucas/Maya One Shot...Kinda
  • Setting: Outside Topanga's. Lucas enters store, sees Josh with mystery girl in booth, talking close and laughing together, backs to the door. Lucas turns around and stops Maya short in her tracks:
  • Lucas(dodging and blocking her as she tries to look/get past him): Hey! Hey. Hey Hi. How are you?
  • Maya (Confused, annoyed): I’m…fine? I’ll be better once I get my smoothie though, so if you’ll just kindly move out of my way-
  • Lucas (Physically blocking her again, coaxing her like a child): -Orrrr maybe we could go get ice cream. You like ice cream, right? Yea? Come on, you know you do….mint chip? Chocolate? Strawberry with fudge? Isn't that your favorite? Great so let’s go then-
  • Maya(Increasingly annoyed): No-get off me Huckleberry I don’t want ice cream, I want a smoothie. “Lets go get a smoothie” means let’s get a smoothie not let’s get to the place where they sell the smoothies then decide to go get ice cream.
  • : Gives him strange look as she passes:
  • You are SUCH a freak sometimes…
  • Lucas(to himself): Nobody ever listens to the freak.
  • : Lucas follows Maya inside
  • Maya (Has spotted Josh, stopped short): Oh. So that’s why you didn’t want me to come in.
  • : Maya turns and walks back outside, Lucas follows:
  • Lucas: Maya, I…
  • Maya (Shaking her head): You know what? It’s fine.. We said the long game, didn’t we? We never said right now. If he want’s to…talk with someone else then that’s just part of the deal we made. It doesn’t mean anything changes between us, right?
  • Lucas: I-I don't know...
  • Maya (tearing up, desperately): No I’m right Lucas, say I’m right... You’re Mr. Moral Compass you know the difference between right and wrong, tell me that it’s fine he’s in there with some other girl and that it doesn’t change anything.
  • Lucas (Beat): …Okay. It doesn’t change anything then.
  • Maya (Wiping tears, fake chuckling): Great. So…How about ice cream?
  • Lucas (Looking back into Topanga's): Sure. Good idea. Just… give me a sec, OK?
  • Maya: You’re not gonna try and be a hero are you, cowboy? Because he’s obviously…busy and I don’t need to go bothering him-
  • Lucas: -I just need to use the little boys room, is that allowed?
  • Maya: …Oh. Ok. Gross.
  • : Maya exits up stairs:
  • : Lucas enters, taps shoulder of Josh:
  • Josh: …Lucas? Uh, hi, whats up man, how’s it going-
  • Lucas: -How could you do this?
  • Josh: Do what?
  • Lucas(gesturing at Josh and girl): This, how could you possibly do this to Maya?
  • Josh(Gesturing towards girl): Dude!
  • : Josh gets up and pulls Lucas aside:
  • Maya and I had an understanding-
  • Lucas: Yea? Did your understanding include her coming in here to see you sitting with another girl, again, and then go running out of here crying...AGAIN?
  • Josh: I...I didn’t know she would be here-
  • Lucas: -You didn’t know she would show up at a place she goes almost every day after school?
  • Josh: Well I didn’t think-
  • Lucas: -You didn't think.
  • Josh: Ok hey, wait a second, that's not very fair. I TOLD Maya she should focus on the now, that we both needed to live our lives.
  • Lucas: Do you think that makes any kind of difference when she walks in here and sees something like this?
  • Josh: It wasn’t like I was trying to hurt her. It was an honest mistake-but you know, Mr. Western Hero, you sure are getting pretty heated about something that isn't really your concern.
  • : Maya enters, standing watching, Lucas and Josh don't notice:
  • Lucas: Except it does concern me. Because I care about Maya…a LOT. She's one of my best friends and the most selfless person I know. She would do anything to make the people she loves happy and she deserves someone who can give that back to her.
  • Josh: I want to see her happy.
  • Lucas: Do you? Cause if I were you I would-
  • Josh: But you're not me.
  • Lucas: Nope. I'm not.
  • : Stares at ground, long beat, thinking/hesitating, launches into speech:
  • Do you even see the real her? Or really know her at all? How unbelievably beautiful, creative, and funny she is? Not to mention brave? Do you? Because if you don’t Josh? Walk away. Walk away now. Maya doesn’t need any more reasons to feel broken. And she definitely doesn’t need to get caught up in waiting around for some guy who isn’t going to take her feelings seriously. She needs someone who is going to appreciate how special she is.
  • Josh: And who is that someone supposed to be? You, Lucas? That person is supposed to be you?
  • Lucas: I didn’t say that-
  • Josh: -You CHOSE Riley. Not Maya. Riley. Or do you not remember that?
  • Lucas: Of course I remember, but that doesn’t mean-
  • Josh: -That you don’t like her?
  • Lucas: This isn’t about me this is about Maya-
  • Josh: -Oh no I think this is definitely about you too, man. You still like her…You still like her a lot.
  • : Lucas stares at Josh, they don’t break gaze:
  • Lucas (Gets serious, close to Joshs face, quietly and fiercely): All I know, is that if I see her cry over you one more time, I might have to ruin the reputation I’ve worked so hard to get around here. And I’d rather not do that. So how about you just do whatever it takes to fix this and save us all the trouble.
  • : Josh looks past Lucas, sees Maya. Lucas catches his gaze, turns around to see Maya there:
  • Maya: Lucas…I-
  • : Lucas gives one last glare at Josh, storms out past Maya. Maya stares in disbelief for a second, then follows him out:
  • Maya: Lucas!
  • : Lucas turns around on the stairs:
  • Maya: ….Thank you? What you said, I mean, I didn't think you-
  • Lucas(Shrugging): Don't mention it. It was nothing.
  • : Lucas exits:
  • Maya(to herself, confused): It was definitely something.
Shrek (2001) Starters
  • "What's that? It's hideous!"
  • "We can stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning, I'm making waffles!"
  • "Man, this would be so much easier if I wasn't COLOR-BLIND!"
  • "I like that boulder. That is a NICE boulder."
  • "Whoa. Look at that. Who'd wanna live in a place like that?"
  • "Well, I have to save my ass."
  • "Example... uh... _______ are like onions!"
  • "Oh, you both have LAYERS. Oh. You know, not everybody like onions. CAKE! Everybody loves cake! Cakes have layers!"
  • "Well, let me put it this way, Princess: men of his stature are in SHORT supply."
  • "Yeah, it's getting him to shut up that's the trick!"
  • "You know, (name)... when we first met, I didn't think you were a big, stupid, ugly ______."
  • "Eat me!"
  • "Okay, I'll tell you... Do you know... the Muffin Man?"
  • "She's married to the Muffin Man..."
  • " So where is this fire-breathin' pain in the neck, anyway?"
  • " You can't do this to me, (name), I'm too young for you to die! Keep your feet elevated! Turn your head and cough! Does anybody know the Heimlich...?"
  • "Huh, celebrity marriages. They never last, do they?"
  • "But this isn't right! You're meant to charge in, sword drawn, banners flying! That's what all the other knights did!"
  • "I'll find those stairs. I'll whip their butt, too. Those stairs won't know which way they're going... take drastic steps, kick it to the curb. Don't mess wit' me. I'm the Stair Master. I've mastered the stairs. I wish I had a step right here, right now, I'd step all over it..."
  • "LOVE me? She said I was ugly, a hideous creature! I heard the two of you talking!"
  • "Well, I have a bit of a confession to make: _____ don't have layers. We wear our fear right there on our sleeves."
  • "Hey! I'm nobody's messenger boy, all right? I'm a delivery boy!"
  • "All right, you're going the right way for a smacked bottom."
  • "Like THAT's ever gonna happen! What a load of..."
  • "The line, the line you gotta wait for: the priest's gonna say "Speak now or forever hold your piece", and you rush in and say "I object!"
  • "Then ya gotta, gotta try a little TENDERNESS! Chicks love that romantic crap!"
  • Wow! Only a TRUE friend would be that cruelly honest!"
  • "Now really, it's rude enough being alive when no one wants you, but showing up uninvited to a wedding?"
  • "Oh, I know. Maybe I could have decapitated an entire village, put their heads on a pike, gotten a knife, cut open their spleens and drink their fluids. Does that sound good to you?"
  • "The battle is won. You may remove your helmet, good Sir Knight."
  • " Let's just say, I'm not your type, all right?"
  • "Oh, that's funny. Oh. Oh. I can't breathe. I can't breathe."
  • "...And then one time I ate some rotten berries. Man, there were some strong gases seepin' outta my butt that day!"
  • "Thank you, thank you very much. I'm here 'til Thursday. Try the veal."
  • "There's an arrow in your butt!"
  • Because that's what friends do, they FORGIVE EACH OTHER!"
  • "Don't worry, (name). I used to be afraid of the dark until... No, wait. I'm still afraid of the dark."
#132 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “the reader busking in a town and she sings catb songs and she’s really good and Van sees her and think she’s really good at singing and playing guitar and he joins her. Then he starts to fall for her and they always sing on the street together and he takes her touring with her and brings her on stage to sing with him sometimes” and “a fic where the reader is opening up for catfish and over time grows a relationship with van cuz they’re like touring together n stuff??”

Note: If this is your jam, you may like the one I wrote about Van falling for another singer he meets at a festival (click here), and the same prompt written by @you-andthebottlemen (click here).


You don’t remember how the CD found its way into the rest, but you owned a demo of some band called Catfish and the Bottlemen. One Sunday afternoon, alone in the house and all out of inspiration, you found it between One Hot Minute and Black Market Music. You held it up and read the unevenly cut piece of paper. It didn’t say much. You put the disk in the player and laid back on the floorboards.

The music was badly recorded but it was full of heart. The lyrics were catchy and you liked how unpretentious they were. Melodies of potential, and rises and falls that begged to be heard live. You started to listen to it daily, and after teaching yourself the chords to a couple of the songs you began to incorporate them into your busking.

It wasn’t those songs that caught the attention of a boy in ripped up jeans and a dirty leather jacket; it was your cover of Crazy Love. He was walking through the park and recognised the notes. You didn’t see him approach but smiled when he stood in front of you. A few people walked past, dropping loose change and notes into your guitar case. You nodded at each of them as you sung. The boy though, stood motionless apart from his hand lifting a cigarette to his lips every now and then. When the song was over, he clapped.

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anonymous asked:

Mcree, Zenyatta and (efi if you're down) meeting a centaurian woman, she got stuck in a trap and they come to save her but she's very mistrustful of their intentions because they could be the one who set up the trap and hurt their leg. She tries to run but can't get far because of her injury and denies any help until they grow to trust the person, it takes a while but soon she becomes softer and caring towards them, let them ride on her back if need be and stomp on any bad guys.

(Sure, I’m down with writing Efi! She’s cool.)

McCree

Jesse heard the sounds of something scraping against the coarse sand. It was right behind that abandoned shed, right beyond the rim of trees that started the forest. He knew he was a bit off course, but if you knew McCree, you should expect it. His curiosity knew no bounds, and this was a great example of it.

He had his gun out, held to the side of his body, his arm relaxed. He approached the shed quietly, then turned the corner.

The gunslinger could barely believe his eyes. It was an actual live centaur, on the ground and squirming. As he looked further, from his awe he noticed that the creature’s back leg was stuck in a hunter’s bear trap. It was rusty and worn, probably forgotten into the forest for years.

Jesse lowered his gun and took a step closer, and that’s when the centaur noticed him. She whined in a startled manner and forcefully tried to crawl away from the cowboy, only to tear the wound on her leg further.

“Whoa, whoa! Hold on, pumpkin! You’ll hurt yourself more like that,” Jesse warned, to no effect. She was still scared, but could crawl no further without tearing her own leg apart. A noise of pain left her lips as McCree took another cautious step closer. “Now, I ain’t gonna hurt ya, so don’t you hurt me either.”

She stilled when Jesse was so close he could touch her. She covered her eyes with her palms and continued sobbing like she had before that man had appeared. The pain in her leg was nothing compared to the fear of death she was currently experiencing.

The cowboy glanced up at the centaur’s face, the sympathy nearly making his own leg ache. He quickly turned back to the bear trap and groaned in frustration, knowing it’d be a pain to try and get it off. He’d only seen these things in old movies, so he didn’t know how to operate it. It was not in mint condition, though, so maybe if he could get something between it…

He stood straight and looked around under the shadow of his hat. There were a bunch of trees around; A sturdy branch would do. He quickly pulled out Peacekeeper, startling the centaur and making her stare, her eyes still filled with tears. With a few practised presses of the trigger a fresh branch from one of the trees fell down. The gun was loud, and the centauress had covered her ears.

Jesse sheathed his gun and went to pick up the branch, lifting it up and accidentally hitting himself in the face with some of the leaves. He groaned, annoyed, and went to slip the branch between the trap, right next to the centaur’s wounded leg.

“Okay, when ya feel the trap loosin’ up, pull out yer leg, alright?” he said to her, and after a moment, she gave a hesitant nod. He nodded back to let her know he would try it now, then started pushing up the end of the branch on his side while his foot kept the trap down. The trap was hard to open, like he’d expected, and he had to use a lot of strenght. A slight groan left his lips, but soon enough the trap seemed to give in.

The centaur pulled her leg away as soon as it came loose. Still afraid, she got to her feet and tried to run away, only to trip on her feet and fall down again. Jesse let go of the branch and let the trap catch it. Its teeth got buried deep, and it caused both of them to stare for half a second.

“You know, I don’t think yer gonna be able to run away in yer condition. Besides, I’m not tryin’ to hurt ya, you should know that by now,” McCree said as he approached the creature again. She sighed, staring at the ground, seemingly weighing her options. “How about ya tell me yer name, for starters – mine’s Jesse McCree.”

Eventually, the centauress gave in and spoke.

“It’s [Name]… And… Thank you for helping me,” she said cautiously. Jesse managed a smile at the response, then brought his hand to the comlink in his ear.

“Base, you there? I got a little sidetracked…”

It took a bit of convincing for some of the members of the reformed Overwatch, but eventually he got the backup he’d requested. They got a ride to his location, and even though [Name] seemed reluctant to cooperate, they managed to get her into the plane. Mercy was waiting for her in the plane, but she found she could not even get close to the centaur without sedating her, and it was not good to do such a thing while in the air. She’d have to wait until they got back to base, even if she was worried the wound would get infected.

It was many hours later that Mercy had finally managed to patch her up. [Name] was still asleep from the drugs she’d been given, but there was really nothing else to do. She was far too agressive toward strangers, and even having Jesse in the room had not helped.

The cowboy was leaned against the wall outside the small medbay (it was all they had at the moment), waiting for good news. Angela stepped out of the room, and as soon as he laid eyes on Jesse, she looked stunned.

Jesse McCree, were you just about to light a cigarette indoors?!” she nagged right away, and McCree was quick to put away the cigarillo and lighter, startled by the reaction.

“Er, not more than one?” he defended weakly, and Angela shook her head in disapproval.

“Those things are bad for your health, anyway,” she continued in the same tone, though a bit calmer. Jesse grinned.

“That’s what ya keep tellin’ me,” he responded and shrugged, then decided it was best to change the topic. “How’s [Name]?”

“Lucky for us, there is no sign of infection. If we use some more of our resources on her, she should be able to walk in two days. But, as you know, we don’t have a lot to spare at the moment…” she explained softly and leaned against the wall herself. “So it looks like we’ll have to wait for her to get better naturally. One of the bones in her leg was broken, so it will take a while.”

“Well, shoot. ‘Guess we got no choice,” Jesse agreed. “I s'pose we’ll have to make friends with her, too.” Mercy nodded.

“That would be for the best, but she is an agressive case. Well, she’s scared. That’s to be expected,” she said, then stopped leaning on the wall. “I’m going to get a cup of coffee. You?”

“I could go for one, too,” Jesse agreed, and the pair left the hallway while conversing casually.

It took a long time, but after seeing McCree and the rest of the members of Overwatch on a daily basis, [Name] started to warm up to them. She would start talking to others more freely, and the jokes and smiles followed soon after. At that point it no longer came as a surprise when she asked to stay.

It was her first mission, and some Talon agents had showed up on the scene. They were outnumbered and separated, Jesse and Tracer hiding behind a knocked over car and [Name] lost somewhere in the area. It seemed her comlink was broken, since nobody could contact her. That was not their only problem – Jesse had been shot to the thigh by Widowmaker, and he could barely move.

“You should go back to fightin’, Lena. We’ll both get shot if ya stay here,” Jesse said for the tenth time or so, and Tracer’s response remained the same.

“I’m not leaving you, silly. We’ll figure something out,” she said, though her tone clearly indicated she was starting to get desperate. She stood up straight to take a peek behind the car, only to see some Talon agents approaching them. She dove back down, worried.

“Damn it,” she whispered, and Jesse instantly knew what was up. “Okay, umm… You stay here. I’ll go distract them.”

“Yer chronal accelerator’s out of charge. ’S too dangerous,” Jesse pointed out in a sharp whisper.

“You can still shoot even if you can’t walk. Watch my back,” Tracer simply responded with a smile on her lips. Jesse wondered how it didn’t falter even a bit. Before he could respond, Lena had already hopped over the car and was running into the field.

That was before she came to a full stop right behind the car. The noise was great when a full-sized centaur jumped on top of the five or so agents and stomped over them, kicking one into the nearest wall and grabbing one of their guns in the same go. All the Brit could do was stare until [Name] approached her with worry in her eyes.

“Jesse?” she asked, and that’s when Lena came to her senses.

“Behind that car- how, where did you…?” she stuttered, but soon shook her head and smiled widely. “I’m so glad you found us.” Jesse had crawled out into view, quiet curse words leaving his lips.

“You saved us, that’s for sure,” the cowboy agreed with a sigh. “Thank you, [Name.]”

“Don’t thank me yet, we still have to get back…” she said, then noticed the wound on Jesse’s thigh. “Oh… I have an idea.” She went over and kneeled down, eyes on Jesse while all the man showed was a confused expression. “Climb on.”

The gunslinger stared for a good while before obliging. He crawled onto [Name]’s back, grunting all the way, even when Lena came to help. [Name] stood up and Jesse wavered, unsure where to grab for support until [Name] guided his hands around her human torso.

“Can’t say I’ve ever rode a centaur before,” Jesse started, and she only gave a brief glare at him.

“Don’t make it weird, McCree,” she said, and Lena couldn’t help a giggle. “Tracer, can you get back to the plane on your own?”

“Yeah. I’m almost charged up,” she told and banged at the machine on her chest once. “See you there, loves.”

With a nod, the centaur galloped away with a cowboy on her back. Since they would have to run for a while, Jesse took it as a chance to converse alone.

“You know, this reminds me of the time we met,” he told, and [Name] smiled to herself.

“It does. Though the roles have changed,” she responded, earning a chuckle out of Jesse.

“Looks like we’re even then,” he commented playfully.

“Yes, Jesse. We’re even now.”

Zenyatta

It had been a long time since Zenyatta had visited the monastery in Nepal. His brothers and sisters had different reactions to him, but within a few days he had settled in. He would not stay for long, though, he never did. At least, he did not expect to.

It was surprising to hear two monks converse about a centaur found on the edge of the omnic village. How or why such a creature had gotten so high up on the mountains, they did not know, but some of the omnics had gone to help it out of a hunter’s trap. Naturally, Zenyatta had gone to ask where exactly this was happening.

It did not take long for him to reach the place they’d pointed him to, and there really was a centaur trapped a few meters in the air, a rope tightly around its back leg. Three other omnics were surrounding it, trying to take a hold of the trap only to be chased away by the centauress’ angered movements.

“Stay away from me!” she shouted, her eyes glossy from the intense fear. Finally one of the omnics managed to get close enough to the rope to quickly cut it with a sharp knife, and the centaur came tumbling down onto the snowy ground.

She instantly got up and tried to run away, but tripped and stumbled, soon enough falling back down. It seemed she had hurt herself in the fall. The omnics approached her again, but she took a more threatening position.

“I told you to stay away!”

At this point, they mostly seemed frustrated. That was before Zenyatta hovered closer, deciding to offer his help now that he could.

“We are not hunters, and do not wish you harm,” he said in his usual mechanical voice, earning everyone’s attention, including the centaur’s. “If you let me come closer, I can take a look at your leg.” The centaur looked doubtful, and she shook her head.

“No. You’re lying. Stay back,” she ordered, and Zenyatta obeyed. He glanced at the others, and they realized to also stay put. The centaur forcefully climbed onto her feet and tried to walk down the mountain, her right front leg in the air. She had fallen on top of it, and walking was difficult because of the pain and thick layers of snow…

Once again, she did not make it far before stumbling and falling down. Curses left her mouth, and a few tears rolled down her cheeks. She stayed like that for a good while, and it started to seem like she had no intention to get up again. That’s when Zenyatta hovered closer to her, and she barely looked toward him when he leaned down to study her leg.

It was broken, there was no doubt. Even a slight touch earned a hiss of pain from her. Zenyatta lifted his gaze to her face.

“If you let us take you to the village, I can tie your leg and ease the pain,” he promised softly. She did not respond at first, but the omnic was patient. Eventually she gave a slight nod, even if her eyes were elsewhere.

Zenyatta nodded toward the others, and they got close to her. She showed hesitance in letting them touch her, but in due time they managed to carry her up the hill.

It was a small room with a fireplace that her and Zenyatta were now in. She was cold and hungry, but at least her leg was tied now. The omnic moved one of his orbs above the leg, and it seemed to transmit some sort of energy into it. She was surprised to find it actually didn’t ache as bad afterward.

“How did you do that?” she asked, not hiding her shock.

“There is energy all around us. Within us. All I did was manipulate it a little,” Zenyatta explained, though vaguely. “Your leg will heal quickly if you do not put any weight on it.” She decided to stay silently impressed, as she wasn’t sure what to ask to get specifics.

“Thank you… For saving me,” she said cautiously. “I don’t even know your name.”

“You may call me Zenyatta,” he replied in an eased tone and called his orb back to the ring around his neck. They rotated slowly, almost hypnotic.

“I’m called [Name],” she introduced herself in return. It made her feel a little better, knowing who was taking care of her. “I’m sorry I was hostile. Strangers make me nervous.”

“Do not worry, we have already forgiven you. We understand you were afraid at the time,” he replied, and [Name] smiled a little.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve met any kind people,” she explained, and Zenyatta only nodded in return. Her stomach made a sound due to her growing hunger, and she blushed.

“Ah, right. Omnics do not consume food, so I nearly forgot…” he said and rose up from the floor, still hovering. “I will go find you something to eat.”

“T-there’s no need!” she tried, but Zenyatta was quick to shoot her down.

“You must rest your leg, [Name]. I assure you, it is no trouble,” he told, and she argued him no further. With a nod of her head, she allowed the omnic to exit the building.

Zenyatta ended up staying for a week longer than first intended. Within that time, he talked a lot with [Name], even after her leg was healed. An unexpected friendship was formed, and when the time for him to leave came, she was among the others wishing him goodbye.

“I could come with you. Carry you on my back, help you fight bad guys and such,” she half joked, earning a mechanical chuckle out of the omnic.

“It is a kind offer, but you have been held from your family long enough,” Zenyatta replied, and she knew it was true. She had to go her own way, the path she had intended to follow from the beginning.

“I can’t wait to see them,” she admitted. “I hope to see you again, too. You’ve been so kind to me all this time.”

“Our paths may yet cross,” Zenyatta said. “But now I must go. There is a lot I have to do.” With a polite bow of her head, she had said her goodbyes. She stood there for some time, watching her omnic friend hover into the distance. It was not long after that she started heading away, too.

[Name] felt a little melancholic, as one always did when saying goodbye to a friend. Especially when you knew you might never see them again.

Efi

She was out scavenging the junkyard for parts that were no longer made. She was covered in dirt from searching for the right kind of materials, and it had definitely been a few hours already. No results. Efi sighed and sat down on a rusty car carcase. No luck today.

She headed out of the junkyard, sneaking through a hole in the metal fence. No guards were nearby, they never really were around this part. The forest it lead to was too dense for their comfort.

Efi only had to make it through a small part of the forest before she heard strange noises amongst the trees. It sounded like whines… Was someone in trouble? Being an overly helpful person, she had to go and check it out.

She stopped behind one of the trees and carefully peeked out to see what the noise was. Her eyes widened when she saw a centaur trapped inside a net in the air. It was an energy net, glowing blue. And it was beeping, calling out to the hunter that owned it. Efi stepped out from behind the tree, approaching her centaur, a lot less scared now.

The centauress, though, showed immediate fear and started struggling when she noticed Efi.

“Hold on, I’ll get you out of that,” Efi promised, not too threatened by the panicked movements of the centaur. And it seemed that soon enough it stilled, probably realizing the hunter most likely wouldn’t be a child.

Efi climbed up the tree and balanced on the thick branch the trap was attached to. She sat down on it, legs dangling from each side as she leaned down to mess with the smallish device that produced the net. She popped the lid open forcefully and studied the wire connections. It was pretty simple which one she would have to break to open the trap – opening it with a key wasn’t an option since she didn’t have it – and she pulled it out.

The trap dissipated and the centaur fell down. The branch wavered and Efi took a tight grip on it, worried she might fall. She did end up slipping off, but still held onto it with her hands. She let go and dropped to her feet, the fall only a couple meters and didn’t hurt her.

“Are you ok- hey!” she called after the centaur, who had stumbled up and then tried to run away. She tripped and fell back down, giving another whine. “Oh, you’re hurt…” Efi noticed. She took a moment to ponder what to do while the centauress stared at her. “Hello, my name is Efi.”

The centaur did not introduce herself, but the young inventor did not mind.

“My home is close by. You could rest in our garage for tonight if you’d like,” she offered and stepped a little closer. The centaur weighed her options, then glanced at her legs. They ached, since the net had electrocuted her upon capture.

“Just for tonight,” she then agreed, knowing she could not make it on her own at the moment, and the hunter might be back soon. A wide smile spread onto Efi’s lips.

“It’s this way,” she said and pointed to a direction, then took a few steps into it, waiting for the centauress to follow. She stumbled up, and walked slowly and unsurely. Efi kept her pace matched up to the centaur’s, not wishing for her to strain herself.

“My name is [Name]… Thank you for freeing me,” the centaur eventually said, and Efi kept smiling.

“That’s a pretty name,” she said in response. The rest of the trip was mostly spent in silence.

After twenty minutes of walking Efi’s house showed up on the edge of the forest. She went to open the garage door for her guest, and [Name] was hesitant, but eventually entered after the young girl. She closed the garage door and put on the lights, then lead her into the storage room next to where their car was parked. [Name] just barely fit through the door.

The room was filled with machines and working stations, tools and different blueprints [Name] couldn’t make the heads or tails of. She picked one up, looked at it for a moment and raised her gaze only to see a robot on the other side of the room that looked similar. It was not done, but it reminded her of her kind.

“She is what I’m working on right now,” Efi proudly presented. “I’m making her out of an old OR15 unit. But she’s not done yet.” [Name] put down the blueprint and went to inspect the robot a little closer, staring into its lightless eyes. “She actually looks a bit like you,” Efi chuckled.

“You’ve built all these things?” the centaur asked in surprise. “But you are just a child.”

“Mm, I am still young. Everyone keeps saying I’ll accomplish great things when I get older, but I don’t know… I hope she can help a lot of people once she’s done,” she told and sat down on one of the chairs. “I hope you don’t mind sleeping here, with her.”

[Name] shook her head.

“She’ll keep me company,” she said softly and found herself a place on the floor, then lied down. She really needed the rest, and sleep was already calling to her.

“I’ll be upstairs if you need me. But try to not wake up my parents if you can,” Efi said and got up, then headed for the door that lead inside. “Sleep well!”

[Name] did. Many hours of the night went by easily, and she dreamt of peaceful things. It was way past midnight when something woke her up, though. She looked around the dark room, alerted by that something. She listened for it, then heard it again. Someone was talking outside. Then the garage door opened.

She got to her feet, noting that they did not ache as much anymore. Footsteps neared the room she was in, and she braced herself for what was to come.

A loud noise in the middle of the night woke up Efi and her parents. She was the first one to rush downstairs, knowing the source of that noise. She was instantly worried about [Name].

“[Name]!” she exclaimed as she opened the door, afraid of what she’d see. But, against her expectations, she saw two guys beat up on the ground, and the centauress standing above them.

“These men were trying to steal something of yours,” she told, and Efi knew what it was right away.

“It’s the OR15 parts. They were auctioned some time ago, and many people wanted them,” she told back. That was when her parents reached downstairs, and they were shocked to see what was going on.

“Efi, stay back,” her father said as he stepped in front of his family, to protect them.

“Wait, dad, [Name] is a friend! She just saved us from being robbed,” Efi immediately defended, and her father turned around to face her.

“What?” he asked, stunned. Efi nodded in confirmation, and her father turned back to the unfolding scene. “That is… Unexpected.” Efi made her way past him and went up to [Name].

“I’ll go call the police,” her mother stated before exiting the scene. Efi took one of [Name]’s hands inside her own two and smiled widely. The centaur looked surprised.

“Thank you! I really need those parts. It was nice of you to defend them,” she told happily. [Name] blushed just a little at the heartfelt thanks.

“It was nothing,” she then said, flustered. She sighed and kneeled down, putting a hand on Efi’s shoulder. “Thank you for saving me.” Efi smiled and nodded, then went to hug [Name]. Even she cracked a small smile and hesitantly hugged back.

Efi’s father could only watch, confused, and shake his head at what was happening.

–Mod Evie