it's not even in a bag or anything

kevin and neil headcanons because i dont see nearly enough for them

☆neil: what is ‘dabbing’ kevin: absolutely not
☆kevin has to chop vegetables into tiny pieces and sneak them into neils dinners because his eating habits are shit
☆they go grocery shopping together and neil keeps putting junk food in the cart and kevin keeps shoving it back onto random shelves with varying levels of rage
☆neil: do i even weigh anything to you? kevin, holding him a foot off the ground: no. its like holding a bag of grapes
☆whack each other w their exy racquets when they get too Extra during practice
☆scary movie ride or die fans
☆kevin curls up and watches through his fingers and neil punches kevins leg when a jumpscare gets him
☆kevin: *mentions anyone who has even slightly inconvenienced him* neil: you should kill them
☆kevin can always sense neils bullshit and he will, inevitably and invariably, be able to tell when neil is doing Something Stupid
☆neil photobombs kevins interviews at/after games ALL THE TIME
☆kevin: it was a tough game but our hard work paid off
☆neil: in the background wearing 3 pairs of sunglasses and dumping an entire gatorade over his head while maintaining eye contact with the camera
☆neil can suplex kevin
☆they are savage at dragging like god help whoever brings down their Roasting Session upon themselves bc they will taste the wrath of a god
☆neil makes a game of how many outlandish claims he can make and still have kevin believe him
☆neil: did you know i once spent a week in australia and had to eat nothing but jellyfish and twinkies to survive
☆kevin, wide eyed and scandalized: how are you alive
☆neil WILL pick a fight in a fast food restaurant and kevin has to bail him out
☆kevin listens to 80s pop music when he works out and neil finds out. neil Finds Out.
☆neil plays 21 loops of tom jones’ ‘whats new pussycat’ and kevin tells him to put in 1 ‘its not unusual’
☆kevin will send neil a million texts until he gets a response. like in a row, in the span of 15 seconds buzz buzz bitch where are you
☆neil watches chopped and kevin loses his mind because neil will drag a contestant for mixing caviar with peppers while at the same time eating like mac n cheese with nutella
☆they get too into laser tag and get kicked out

thanks i love them

9

AU: After Stiles and Lydia graduate from University, they decide to spend some time off together. For the last couple months it has been nothing but fun days on the beach, getting ice cream, chasing birds, and watching the sunset. They’ve been living life wildly for too long, Stiles even started growing out his hair. But one morning Lydia wakes up to find Stiles doing hard pull ups and fighting a punching bag. She ignores it as anything bad and continues on with her day, until she discovers secret messages being transferred to his laptop. She realizes he’s going to be taken away from her by the FBI to fulfill a dangerous assignment, so her new goal is to not waste any moment in life without him.

All Too Well | Pt. 9

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 7,428
Author’s Note: I know I said part 9 would be the last one of the series, BUT after going through the outline and actually writing out the story, I decided to cut the last part into 2!!

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Out of all the boys in Bangtan, everyone has always assumed that Yoongi would be the individual most likely to think problems through before attacking them with the full force of a bullet train. He elects to care about very little things in his life, but when he chose to express personal interest in a situation it’s guaranteed that he would put his entire being into ensuring its success. Given that he’s very careful about what to put his heart into, it’s constantly assumed that Yoongi would at least have the common sense to analyze the positive and negatives of his placement before diving in.

But, then again, he’s never really had much of a filter when it comes to you. You would always be that exception, the only tangible object in Yoongi’s life that he could never so neatly observe from an apathetic standpoint. It’s as if his head could never get screwed on straight enough to see reason because the thought of you is enough to make him see stars in the best way possible—and that concept is terrifying beyond belief.

You’ve always been different in every singular aspect and nothing at its very core could change that, and that very difference is what drives Yoongi out the door. All that calm and collected composure had been unraveling from the moment everyone landed back in Korea, or maybe even in the time frame before that, and the cold hard truth that things might not be the same when you returned eats at his nerves. He doesn’t think twice to grab his keys, his bag, literally anything he could get his hands on as he swings open the door of the dormitory.

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Charm Making 101

Making your own charm is as easy as baking a cake, with no baking.

First let’s explore what makes a charm a charm. 

charm [CHärm] n. 

      a collection of materials placed into a color specific bag used to send and receive specific vibrations from the universe. A satellite dish if you will. Carrying these little bundles of magic with you everywhere you go is one of the easiest ways to communicate your wants and needs with the universe.

Step One: Figuring out your intentions

Every charm has a specific intent behind it. Without one, it’s just a bag of rocks and dirt. Figure out what you need the most in your life right now. This could be anything from romantic love to quick cash to even inner peace

Step Two: Understanding the skeleton

What in the world do skeletons have to do with charms? Well, the skeleton of a charm is essentially the building blocks you need. All of the really powerful charms I have made have come equipped with a leafy green, a flower, a base, a bag, and a mineral. 

Leafy Green.

The leafy green is a plant material. This can be dried herbs or simple green foliage from a specific plant that gives off good vibrations through its leaves.

The Flower.

The flower is there to work with the other leafy green and encompass a specific property all in one bundle.

The Mineral

The mineral is there to push out the signal. Incorporating crystals and rocks add an antenna to your satellite dish.

The Bag.

The bag is a little string draw satchel that is a specific color depending on what your intentions are (green for money, pink for love, etc). Every little satchel is just a method for energy to be carried around. The longer you are with it, the more energy and intention you put into it.

The Base.

Now last but not least is the base. This is something that can absorb any negative energy but can also add a little substance to your charm bag. The base is tricky but very versatile. A majority of the time rice is a really good base but things like garden or graveyard dirt can be used.

Step Three: Research

I’ve found the easiest way to accomplish this step it to work backwards. Instead of looking for a specific material that you need for a charm, figure out what the materials you have already do and see if they apply. You’d be surprised how versatile a lot of materials are. A lot of good resources can be found on the internet if you look up “(Material name)’s magical properties”. Just those three words can give you a solid amount of websites to read. On top of that, you can check out the WiccanInk page. If you’re not on mobile, there are links at the top labeled “Herbs”, “Color Magic”, and “Stones” (conveniently hyperlinked here for you as well).

Step Four: Cleansing and charging

This is arguably one of the most important steps in this process. You can have the best material combination in the world but if your crystal isn’t charged, then it isn’t going to work. Take the time to purify and charge all materials before adding them to any magic work, let alone charm work. Here are some good cleansing methods and the best way to charge any item it to leave it out in the sun for a full day.

Step Five: Putting it all together

At this stage you have gathered all your materials, cleansed everything, and charged it with your intent. You can now add the ingredients to the bag. The order I like to use is base, mineral, leafy green, then flower. You can do it anyway you like but I’ve found that this method just looks prettier. When you are adding all the ingredients be sure to visualize yourself succeeding in whatever part of your life you want to improve. Do this work in front of your altar and away from the rest of the world. Find a quiet spot in your head so you can really focus on your life needs.

Take your time. Work with your charm. After a little bit you will be able to feel the energy it is giving off and you will realize every charm has it’s own personality. At the end, tie three knots in the cord to tie up the bag and with each knot think about what you already have. For example if you’re working on a charm to improve your wealth, think about three instances where you are wealthy enough. Thank the universe for the instances and understand that you can still receive more.

Following these steps will hopefully lead you to successful charm work. Take your time and remember everything needs practice.

Blessed Be

-Alerisa

some ...angst anyone?

can we have a scenario where Izuku just ACCIDENTALLY brought up the bullying case to Katsuki while they are fighting (bc my bby cinammon roll is in too much hurt cause bakacchan kept shouting at him) 

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They’re at it again.

And they’re yelling over something stupid.  They can’t even remember how it started, or who said what first, but they can’t stop. They won’t stop, because that’s how their arguments always go.

Katsuki is wrong. Izuku is also wrong. They’re both in the wrong, but they keep yelling, because until they’re sick and tired, and can’t look at each other anymore,  they won’t stop.

Katsuki is closing the space between him and Izuku then, as he raises his voice louder. “ …And you act like its not a fucking problem! ”

Because it isn’t, really.

“Why should I?? It’s not anything you need to be worried about!  Why are you getting so angry??” Izuku presses his brows together and he inches himself toward the other. Their faces  are close,  they can feel the tense air between them as they glare into each other’s eyes.

Breaths heaving in annoyance and distress, they continue to stare each other down. Katsuki being unable to hold his anger well, opens his mouth again.

“Are you dumb, Deku?? Are you seriously askin why I’m angry? ”

And he reaches a hand out– he grabs onto Izuku’s wrist, and he regrets it right away, when he sees the sudden horror that forms in the latter’s green eyes. Because thats fear written on his face.

No, he doesn’t want to scare Izuku. Even if he did take his wrist, it wasn’t going to be to hurt him.

It isn’t bad intentions at all. He just wants to hold onto Izuku– Hold onto him tightly so he can’t run away. So they can argue their way through this dumb misunderstanding and pretend like it never happened, or laugh about it later.

“S..stop Kacchan!” Izuku snatches his wrist back and moves a few steps back.

“Deku–”

“Why are you acting this way- what were you going to do? Knock some sense into me like before?”

Then his mouth shuts instantly, and its his turn to feel regret. He swallows hard and suddenly his anger is gone. It dissipates faster than the blink of an eye, because Katsuki is just staring at him. There’s a hint of saddness and something close to realization painted all over his face. “K-Kacchan I didn’t mean-”

“So you think I’d do that? ” Katsuki isn’t yelling anymore.  Just speaking softly, more to himself than his boyfriend.  “You really think I’d throw a punch at your fuckin face..?”

“No. Kacchan, I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean to say that.” Izuku’s voice is pleading, and it only becomes more weary when he sees tears beginning to wet Katsuki’s cheeks. “Kacchan, please-”

“I see. Okay. Whatever.”

Izuku is begging him more, hoping he can erase what he just said, but Katsuki is ignoring him,  brushing him off while he puts his shoes on.

Then he leaves.

 

And Izuku is sitting alone in the house now,  going through the argument that just happened, in his head.  Why did it start?  How did it escalate this far? Why would he say something like that?

Because he knows Katsuki. He loves Katsuki. He trusts him. So why did he draw back in fear? And why did he bring up the past?

Izuku hates himself more than anything right now.. he doesn’t know what to do but wait for Katsuki to come back. He has to eventually, doesn’t he? They live together. They argue all the time. Its just what goes with clashing peronalities, doesnt it? So Katsuki will come back. And Izuku will mend things.

But he doesn’t come back. Not until at least 4 am, anyway. Izuku had made his bed on the sofa, waiting for his significant other to return.

When Katsuki walks through the front door he looks at Izuku before going straight to the bedroom.  He’s tired, hes stressed, he’s cried all self hatred and anger out,  so he’s ready to talk to Izuku when he wakes. Of course, it occurs faster than he thought.

The sound of the open and close of the doors in the house stir Izuku enough to wake him. And he sits up rather quickly, searching in the darkness for the familiar face.

“Kacchan..” His voice is soft, when he enters the room, and Katsuki lifts his gaze from his hands to the other. Izuku keeps his distance, while he watches. “..Kacchan..I’m really–”

“Deku. I’ve thought things through.”

There’s silence between them. Its only a few moments,  but to Izuku it feels like an eternity. “..We should break up. ”

Suddenly everything is going blurry. Izuku blinks his eyes once, trying to clear his vision–blinks again, because its still all a blur. When he blinks a third time, thats when he feels the hot tears start spilling down his cheeks and he realizes that he’s crying. 

Katsuki is avoiding eye contact as he speaks.  “Clearly we don’t trust each other as much as we thought.  I don’t blame you.  I hurt you so fuckin bad before. I thought you were crazy for even wanting to date me. I thought things could really work between us.. But you made it kinda obvious today that there’s still distrust and uncertainty.  So.. yeah. We should just end it now. There’s others that’re more deserving of you. Todoroki likes you.  Mirio does. Iida, might.  You got an endless list really. So do you really need me?”

There’s more silence. Katsuki is rubbing at his neck slowly, keeping on his ‘cool’ act. Though he can only manage to keep it up as long as he looks anywhere but at the one before him.

“No.. No,  Kacchan, please..” Izuku says between sobs. His hands are up against his face, so his words are coming out muffled. “I don’t want you to leave-I don’t want to leave you! I’m sorry for what I said,  I don’t know what made me say it!” He coughs a bit,  before continuing. “I love you. I trust you-  I didn’t mean to hurt you.. when we argue, sometimes I can’t help but remember back then. And it isn’t because I don’t trust you,  its just out of habit.. and when I said what I did.. It was stupid.  I’m stupid!” He shakes his head pulls his hands away from his face, finally looking at Katsuki. “Im so sorry.. I’m an idiot..”

Katsuki is watching him now. And he’d be a huge liar if he said it didn’t hurt to see Izuku crying like that. He can’t help but think he’s taking things too far, but despite Izuku apologizing now, he had to have meant what he said.  He doesn’t have the trust Katsuki thought he did. He’s afraid that Katsuki will hurt him. He thinks Katsuki will turn back to what he was.

“..Sorry, Deku.” He says. “..I just think it’d be better to stay apart.”

He leaves it at that.

Izuku continues trying to talk to him–trying to make things right.  He has to fix what he broke, because surely this isnt going to be their last fight. Katsuki is only saying this because he’s upset. They’re going to fix it– Izuku is going to fix it.

But days start to pass, and they don’t see each other.

Katsuki took majority of his things and left. He’s staying with Kirishima, and despite Izuku’s efforts to talk to him, there’s no luck.

Weeks pass.

There’s not a moment when Izuku isn’t thinking about Katsuki, and vice versa. Izuku is starting to lose hope, starting to think that its really over.

 

He’s sitting on his own in the living room one evening, when he hears a knock on the door. He stands himself up,  expecting Ochako to be there because he had invited her over for a bit. ( Anything to help get his mind off things.)

But when he opens that door and looks,it isn’t her.

Izuku’s eyes widen slightly, tears starting to fill them.

Katsuki is standing there, bag slinging over his shoulder. He’s looking down at the ground, trying to figure out what words to say.

“Deku.” He adjusts his stance,  before glancing up finally.  “…Deku, I’m sorry.. I was being a bastard by ignoring you. I love you … do you wanna take me back?”

Izuku isn’t wasting another moment before his arms are thrown around the other.   He’s letting out a sob,  as he buries his face into Katsuki’s chest. “D-don’t apologize-  its all my fault!  I hurt you and I’m the one who should be sorry–”

“Shh..” Katsuki lifts a hand up and sets it into the curly green locks,  stroking them gently.  “We both were wrong.. and.. After takin time to think about it,  I realized if you’re still feelin afraid it isn’t your fault.. you’re doin your best.  And that just means.. I gotta try harder too. We’re gonna get better.”

Izuku nods,  sniffling. A small smile forms on his lips and his voice is muffled.

“Okay, Kacchan.. okay… I love you. I’m sorry..”

“Me too.. I’m sorry and I love you too.” Then he kisses the top of his head.

anonymous asked:

How do you think Zack Taylor would ask you out?

Oh wow, this boy

Originally posted by prgifs

So he is an obvious flirt right?

And he’s had a crush on your for like- as long as you’ve been rangers 

Naturally he jokingly asks you out like ALL the time

Just out of the blue, as a joke as first 

But then he realizes that every time he asks you out, he’s really wanting you to say yes 

So it would probably go something like this….. 


You had just finished training, sadly without your suits this time around. You had all decided it was better to learn by yourselves sometimes, and sometimes adding the suits. 

Frowning, you sat on the nearest rock and leaned on Zack. Feeling his eyes boring into you, you turned around. 

“Can I help you?” You chuckled, grabbing a water bottle. 

“"Yeah, actually why don’t we go on a date?” 

Laughing at the childish grin on his face you took a large drink of your water. 

“C’mon! You, me, the movies, or maybe even a nice dinner?” He insisted and you laughed some more. 

“Ha-ha,” you teased, locking eyes with him but he stared intently back at you. 

“You’re… not serious?” You trailed off and he nodded. “You are? Why didn’t you say anything?” You gasped, a grin forming its way on your face. 

“"I kind of have been for like 2 months,” he chuckled and pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. 

“Well,” you stood up, grabbing your bag and turning to smile at him one last time. "You can pick me up at 8.” 

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If you still accept requests I'd love for you to write 7 or 10 of the kiss theme prompt for nalu.

10. The characters kiss as if they’d been waiting for it forever. 

Warnings: steamy kisses; a lil’ skin on skin.

A little less conversation –
and a little more touch my body 
‘cause I’m so into you, into you.

;My Treat

Lucy’s gaze followed the bead of sweat trickling down Natsu’s neck. With steady precision, the rivulet dipped into his collar bone and veered down into the middle of his exposed chest, which heaved with the strenuous efforts of their training. 

A fading sun shone in from the west window, signalling the climax of the afternoon. She knew they were supposed to stop well over an hour ago, but the truth of it was simple: Lucy didn’t want to. No matter how much her limbs pleaded, no matter how much it hurt, Lucy couldn’t tear herself away from this moment. From him. 

‘You’re dead.’

Lucy glanced up at his face. ‘What?’

‘I said,’ he started, pressing a fingertip between her breasts, ‘you’re dead.’

Lucy blinked. ‘Oh. Sorry. I was thinking about something else.’

Not something. Someone. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Lucy tugged at the elastic of her ponytail before settling into a fighting stance. She glanced between her arms – which were raised to protect her face – and caught him staring at her through his own defense. Their eyes locked.

‘Come on, Lucy. Pay attention this time,’ he said. ‘You wanna learn to fight without your spirits, right?’

Lucy nodded. ‘Yeah. I realise I can’t always rely on them to come to my aid.’ Especially if I lose my keys. ‘Sometimes I’ll need to get the upper hand without magic.’

It’s not that Lucy couldn’t fight. Rather, it had never been her focal point in training. This way, she figured, she could spend time with Natsu and work on her physical strength at the same time. 

‘That’s fifteen to Natsu and zero to Lucy,’ Happy sang from the hammock behind him. 

Fifteen?!’ Lucy gasped.

‘Let’s make it sixteen,’ Natsu said. ‘I’m all fired up.’

Lucy shivered. She really hoped, for the sake of her trembling legs, that he wasn’t as fired up as his eyes suggested. His expression hardened. He was ready. 

‘Come at me,’ he challenged.

Lucy let out a nervous laugh. Lunging forward, she moved in with a right hook. Natsu blocked her advance, grabbed onto her wrist and tossed her effortlessly over his shoulder. Landing on the mats with a groan, Lucy stared up in a daze at the ceiling. All the oxygen seemed to temporarily leave her lungs. 

‘You didn’t have to be that rough with her,’ Happy scolded. 

‘I told you I was fired up!’

The cracks in the ceiling began to blur together. ‘Shouldn’t you be teaching me something useful?’ she murmured. ‘Instead of, you know, using me as a human punching bag.’

‘Oh, right.’ Natsu bent to one knee beside her. ‘Sorry. I got a little carried away.’

Lucy took his hand and let him pull her into an upright position. His face inched closer and he placed a sweaty palm on her forehead. 

‘You’re burning up, Lucy. Why didn’t you say anything?’

How could he even tell when his own body temperature was so high?

‘Am I?’ she asked. 

Well, now that he mentioned it, her cheeks felt disturbingly hot. The warmth spread down the back of her neck and tingled its way through her shoulders. Her eyes shifted to the hand he was still holding.

Natsu had always held her hand before. Why should this time be any different? Ah, but then – this time: they were dating. At least, they were supposed to be. Truth be told, nothing had changed since the two of them had confessed to each other. But then, she supposed, it would be weird if it did. Natsu was Natsu. She loved him the way he was. And yet…

‘You should get a new elastic band,’ Natsu said, wiping stray skeins of hair from her face. ‘This one doesn’t seem to be doing a good job.’

‘No…I guess not.’

The stench of sweat clung to the room, to his glowing skin, but Lucy didn’t mind it. She’d gotten used to it, after all. 

Natsu still hadn’t moved to help her up. Their eyes locked in a quiet moment, a moment that dragged on for a lifetime, and then suddenly he was inching closer. Lucy became frighteningly aware of his presence. 

‘W-what’re you doing?’ she stammered. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she leaned away from him. 

‘Your punishment.’

Lucy grimaced. That’s right, he’d said the loser would face a punishment. Squeezing her eyes closed with anticipation – and a pinch of dread – Lucy waited for the pain to come. It didn’t. What he called a punishment turned out to be more of a reward than anything. His lips closed in on hers, brushing so lightly, so gently, they barely made contact. But there was no doubt in Lucy’s mind that they had. 

When her eyes opened, time stopped. Natsu’s breathing was laboured. Lucy’s heart thundered in her chest. His eyes were filled with desire. 

He leaned in again. Faster, his free hand reaching up around her neck. His lips collided with hers a little more passionately than before, melting against her mouth in a series of clumsy, hot motions. Beads of sweat trickled down her temples as his body heat washed through her skin. For a moment in time, Lucy felt as though she were on fire. It was alarmingly pleasant. 

Moving her free hand to his shoulder, Lucy urged him closer. Freeing his hands, he pushed her back onto the mats. Her fingers snaked into his hair.

Someone cleared their throat. 

Turning their heads towards the noise, both flushed in embarrassment as they remembered the poor Exceed standing watch in the back of the room. He floated in the air, arms folded across his chest. He was grinning. 

‘If you’re that hungry, Natsu, we should get some salmon,’ Happy teased.

‘We should go out for dinner.’ Sitting up, Lucy fanned her face with one hand. ‘I’ll treat you.’

Natsu licked his lips. ‘You already did.’ 

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AU [TianShan Week: 5]

Day 5: AU

→  alternate universe. 

(Otherwise known as: Harry Potter AU; I’m sorry this is so short!)

← Day 4: Shield

He Tian takes his time showering after the game, hot spray settling on worn, teased muscles that strain to move. 

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Lazytown/Parks and Rec
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Sportacus:</b> "I know that Stephanie doesn't want us to eat anything before dinner, but I smuggled in some candy."<p/><b>Robbie:</b> "Oh thank god I'm starving!"<p/><b>Robbie:</b> *opens bag*<p/><b>Robbie:</b> "Raisins?!"<p/><b>Sportacus:</b> "It's natures candy! Now, they are basically grapes. So remember to pace yourself."<p/><b>Sportacus:</b> *eats one*<p/><b>Robbie:</b> "..."<p/><b>Sportacus:</b> "..."<p/><b>Sportacus:</b> *dumps box into his mouth*<p/><b>Sportacus:</b> "I can't even follow my own advice! It's too delicious!" :})<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

AFTG Valentine’s Exchange 2017 for @rideaminuteinmystirrups! i’ve never written actual fic before, but I TRIED REALLY HARD I PROMISE. so here is a solid 1.3k on Robin and Neil’s friendship with a bit of Andreil for you. also on AO3. hope you like it :) @aftgexchange


It is twelve minutes past 3:00 in the morning, and if Neil is not mistaken, he just heard a knock at his front door. He was expecting Andrew to get here sometime during the night after his drive up from Raleigh, but why would he knock? Andrew has had a key since the day Neil signed the lease.

Resigning himself to the idea that maybe Andrew just lost it (even though he never loses anything), Neil grudgingly rolls out of bed and shuffles across his apartment floor. He unlocks the door and cautiously pulls it open, preparing himself for any number of his paranoia-induced nightmares to be waiting on the other side. The first thing Neil sees is a bright orange hoodie and a duffle bag held close to its owner’s chest. It’s startling, like looking at a carbon copy of his younger self. The other details of the person in front of him slowly piece themselves together through his sleep-addled brain, and his recognition startles him almost more than his previous assessment.

“Robin,” Neil says.

“Neil,” she replies.

He steps back and lets her inside without another word, pushing Sir out of the doorway with his foot so he can’t make a run for it.

Robin steps inside, glancing around the room with caution like she might decide to bolt. They’ve kept in touch, of course, but not as much as either of them would have liked. Robin’s new responsibilities as captain and Neil’s new placement on a team closer to Andrew’s didn’t make it any easier. But they do still talk at least once a week, which is why Neil is thrown off by her showing up unannounced. He stays at the door for a moment to give her space while she decides what to do. With a defeated sigh, she slumps into the couch and tugs her hood off. She pulls her dark, bushy hair into a ponytail just to get it out of her face, then turns to look at Neil.

He walks into the living room and takes a seat in the armchair several feet away. He tries to appear nonchalant, but he’s probably failing. He knows he can wait her out though, he’s had more than enough practice with Andrew.

One eternity later, Robin finally cracks.

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Reverse burglary (a Christmas miracle)

(Based on this post. Sterek prompt, with a poor, grieving Derek who gets the safety and rescue he so desperately hopes for)

Derek sighs. The way to home from campus looks as unappealing as the stack of work that weighs down his bag. Snow and slush has filled the streets while he had been confined to the monotonic walls of the lecture room, coloring the ground with whites and grays and browns. 

Things have been tough for a long time now. Ever since Laura was killed, her body buried underneath the old and dilapidated Hale house, Derek’s been all alone. Grieving, anchorless mess. The fact that his own uncle had taken his alpha’s life, someone that was supposed to be family, was such a big blow that Derek hadn’t even known what to do with Peter afterwards.

Not that he had to do anything. His uncle had been killed by a hunter, Chris Argent, after Peter had gone rampant and apparently turned a couple teenagers in his fury. At first, a glimmer of hope had burst in Derek’s chest. Other wolves, just as lost and clueless as he was. It could mean a new start of a pack, a new family. Someone to get to be in contact with, to rely on without having to give anything but love in return.

It… Did not happen. 

The first boy that had been turned, the one with the slightly magical smelling friend, had rebuffed Derek so hard he was still blinking back tears whenever he thought of it. The second one he had approached from afar, but after getting the gist that the kid, Jackson whats-his-face was a self-entitled, rich and spoiled jock, Derek had turned on his heels and never looked back.

But even if he didn’t get to have a pack, his chest burning with longing and sadness so deep it ached whenever he saw the other wolves (The other kid, Scott, had turned into a true alpha, and had turned three other kids as well to join their pack. They looked happy.), at least he was safe in Beacon Hills from other hunters. Peter had killed Kate, Derek shuddering at the thought of her still roaming these streets, and Chris had taken the position of the local hunter, and had mostly only threatened Derek.

Apart from that one time that Chris and his goons had destroyed Laura’s Camaro, the only thing he had left of her. He had sobbed for the whole night, ready to curl into a ball and disappear, crawl into the grave with Laura’s body and hope Mother Nature would caress him into sleep so deep he’d get to see the rest of his family.

He stayed.

But one problem (among many others) that he had, was that Derek had no money. With Laura’s death, the human society unaware of her passing, since ‘werewolf territory death match’ wasn’t a viable explanation to the police, all of the money that their inheritance held was in Laura’s name. In Laura’s bank accounts. Derek had no access to those.

The only thing he had was the apartment Laura had rented, with a automatic payment contract to the monthly rent. Without an anchor, or at least a stable one, Derek was unable to get a job because he was so afraid he would fuck it up. He’d enrolled into Beacon Hills community college, because that too had been pre-paid, but other than the three pairs of henleys, two t-shirts, four pairs of boxers and one pair of jeans with his Converse shoes and Kånken bag, he virtually had nothing for himself.

He was piss poor, unemployed full-time student with no friends, no family and hunters that were ready to put him down with only a wrong twitch of the eye.

His life was a disaster.

Trudging through the melting snow, Derek listened to his stomach mourn for food. In three days time there would be a full moon, and in that time, the woods would be dangerous to hunt in. If he wanted food, he’d have to go either tonight, or tomorrow. He tskd, thinking of the pile of essays waiting for him.

Thank God he was allowed to hand write them. If he wasn’t, he’d practically have to live in the library or at the school campus, because he didn’t own a computer. Even his apartment held only one working lamp with a light bulb, an empty fridge and two towels. He did have a plate and a fork, as well as a meat knife he’d snatched from the outdoor diner that didn’t look close enough for their customer’s empty dishes. 

When he nears his apartment, Derek stiffens. Someone is inside his apartment. Wary, he carefully steps the three sets of stairs up to his door, and listens. The burglar doesn’t seem to be doing anything though. Which makes sense. Derek doesn’t even own a bed, for Christ’s sake. He usually sleeps as a wolf on the floor.

He rattles the lock loudly, hoping for whomever it is that’s on the other side would take the hint and bolt. But the person doesn’t. Derek opens the lock slowly, letting the door creak from its hinges, and steps inside. He drops his bag near the entrance as he closes the door behind him and stares.

The stranger is standing in a what should be a living room, his back faced against the front door. And it is a he, Derek realizes. It’s the kid, the friend of that true alpha. He’d never gotten his name, though, but he could smell the sheriff and the kid shared a scent, so he knows he’s a Stilinski at least.

The kid turns slowly, his eyes wide as he locks them with Derek.

‘’Dude,’’ the teen says with a feeling. Derek can sympathize.  

‘’This is where you live? There’s - There’s nothing here! I don’t even see a bed. Your fridge is so empty it doesn’t even have a light. Does any of your lights in this apartment work?’’

Confused, Derek quietly points to the one in the bathroom. ‘’That one works,’’ he says blankly.

‘’… Only that one?’’

‘’Uh,’’ Derek says, ‘’Yes?’’

‘’Dude,’’ the kid says with horror. ‘’What do you eat? You look like you have bones and skin, and… Stubble. Very manly and uh, wolfy, but not very nutritious.’’

Getting the wits of him, Derek scowls, growling a little. He crosses his arms. ‘’What are you even doing here?’’ he snarls. ‘’How did you even get in?’’

The kid looks unimpressed. ‘’I’m a cop’s kid. I know how to pick locks. Which, by the way, my dad’s the sheriff. He’s uh, in the know now. So.’’

‘’So what?’’

‘’So,’’ the kid says, ‘’You don’t need to hide in a place like this anymore. We know you’re a werewolf, and the Argent douche is a hunter, but dad will keep you safe. He’s not letting Argent mess with any of us, so I’m sure he’d be happy to help you out too. So, you know, move to a better apartment, get some food and clothes and stuff.’’

Derek blinks. ‘’I live here,’’ he says, uncomprehending. He doesn’t have any money to get a better apartment. He doesn’t live this way because he wants to.

‘’Well, yeah, but can’t you like, move somewhere else? You have money, I know, because I, um, might have seen the police file and the um, amount of money you got from the uh …’’ Death of you family, the kid doesn’t finish, but Derek hears it loud and clear. He looks away, the loss of it all hitting him renew.

‘’I don’t have any money,’’ he grits out. ‘’My sister… She’s got it all.’’

‘’Oh, uh, cool,’’ the kid says, swaying on his heels. ‘’So where is she? Do you want me to help you find her?’’

Derek snorts humorlessly. ‘’I know where she is,’’ he murmurs, hugging himself. ‘’And that’s where I hope I would be too.’’

The kid blinks. ‘’…And where is that?’’

‘’In a grave,’’ he answers roughly, ‘’and all the better for it.’’

The kid takes a few fumbled steps backwards. ‘’She’s dead? She uh, who - ‘’

‘’My uncle,’’ Derek sighs, and suddenly he’s weary, defeated. He comes to the living room, charting away from the kid and slumping against one of the walls, sliding it down so that he’s sitting on the floor.

‘’Everyone is dead. There’s noone left but me.’’

The kid frowns, whispering, ‘’That’s rough.’’ He comes to sit next to Derek, mimicking his position. They’re both quiet for a while, the moon filtering through the curtainless window, revealing the dust speckles swarming the floor. 

Abruptly, the kid stands up. ‘’I know what to do,’’ he says to nobody in particular, and then looks down at Derek and winks. ‘’Just wait here. I’ll be back.’’

The kid dashes to the door, only stopping to excitedly tell Derek, ‘’My name’s Stiles by the way. And I’ll be back so just sit tight, mister. I’m gonna - Yeah, this is going to be good, just wait - ‘’ And then he’s gone.

All that’s left of the guy is mixed smells that permeate Derek’s den. He waits a couple hours, but the kid doesn’t come back. So he goes to sleep, already regretting not getting any essays done. But that’s a problem for tomorrow.

When Derek gets home late the next day, there are strangers again in his apartment. This time it’s multiple someones. He doesn’t bother going quietly like last time, because he can smell the pack of wolves and they probably already know he’s coming.

Stiles is the one who opens the door before he has time to fish out his keys, and he’s beaming, ushering Derek inside.

Derek stops just shy of Stiles getting the door closed. He blinks dumbly at the sight that greets him. There are lights on everywhere at the apartment. There’s a fucking rug on his hallway, and he can see furniture in the living room, peeking from the corners. Stiles comes from behind him, pushing him more inside. At first he’s greeted by Sheriff Stilinski. The man is in his uniform, his face apologetic and reassuring.

‘’Mr. Hale,’’ he says, extending his hand. ‘’I have heard from my son that you are someone I can come to if I have any questions about the supernatural. I’ve been educated within the past four months, but information from a person who’s clearly more knowledgeable than my son’s friends or our town’s cryptic vet would be appreciated. And,’’ he says, bringing Derek into a comfortable hug, ‘’I’m very sorry for your loss son. I knew your family. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m always available.’’

Then the man extracts himself and offers a smile. ‘’And call me John, son. I’l be sure to have my number in your cellphone after tonight.’’

‘’Derek,’’ Derek says in response. ‘’And uh, I don’t have a phone.’’

‘’You do now!’’ Stiles pipes up. Derek looks over, and then he sees the herd of teenagers that are the wolves he’s been seeing around town.

‘’I’m Isaac Lahey,’’ the first kid, Isaac, says. ‘’Nice to meet you.’’ He doesn’t offer his hand, but nods shyly. Derek knows him. He’d listened to the kid get beaten up more often than not, and even went to threaten the kid’ father a couple times. It’s nice to see Isaac to not be in pain or scared.

‘’Derek,’’ he offers in response. 

‘’I’m Erica, and this is my best friend Boyd,’’ the blond, white teen says, and points to the guy behind her. Derek nods at them.

‘’And I’m uh, Scott McCall. And I um, wanted to …’’ the kid whines in protest when Stiles jabs him in the side, but lowers his head. ‘’I’m sorry I was rude to you when we met. You tried to help me and I was being an idiot. I would like to start from a clean slate, and um, offer you a place in my pack. That is, if you want it.’’

Derek looks around. There are two sofas and a coffee table, a couple rugs and a bed. Even red curtains have made an appearance, and he can smell food in his kitchen that he knows wasn’t there before.

‘’Why all this? You don’t even know me. I don’t know you,’’ Derek says, baffled.

Stiles shrugs. ‘’It’s Christmas time and that is a time of giving? Because dude, I’ve seen you brooding away, thinking we don’t see when you look at us. I kind of know now what wolves need, and wolves need a pack. And you don’t have one. And we rejected you when you tried to form one with us, but we regret that. Because leaving someone alone after so much tragedy is, well, pretty much a punishable crime to me. So.’’ The kid spreads his hand. ‘’Here we are, if you want us. And you don’t even have to decide now. Just, think about it. Get to know us, let us get to know you. Let the odd ones gather into one big, smoochy family.’’

There are groans from the others, and the sheriff facepalms so hard, Derek hears the slap sound it makes, as the man’s palm hits against skin.

Derek hugs himself, already feeling a little bit better at having someone similar to him, someone with the same set of instincts than him be near him. Fill his den with their scents.

‘’I’ll think about it,’’ he promises, and Stiles fist pumps. Then the teens start carrying food from the kitchen, and Derek can’t help but think that, yeah. Maybe Laura will have to wait for awhile before Derek joins him.

Just for a little while.

anonymous asked:

Yaay a new MM imagine blog! >u< Good luck about your blog (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و RFA+V+Saeran how would react MC is one who very talented in the kitchen? *u* Imagine, she is very professional and fast in the kitchen, always cook too delicious and healthy foods for them. Very loves when they fondly eat their meals prepared by her. Thank you! ^^ (And sorry about my poor English, hope you can understand me 😅)

You listen here, you adorable little shit, n e v e r (never ever) apologize for your English. I understand perfectly what you are saying, and I’m really glad that you were the first to request! English is my native, but I can speak several others, and English compared to those is so hard to understand. You’re doing amazing with it, and I’m happy to clarify anything that’s confusing! Much love!


Yoosung:

  • Okay, you’re gonna let him feel like he’s able to cook
  • I mean, it tastes pretty okay but his presentATION
  • help this poor kiddo
  • Anyways, you went back to his dorm after you both had went out for the evening
  • You just wanted to cook but you look in the drawers and cupboards and he’s got like three plates and a pan
  • Ending up getting him to go back to where you stay, you had him sit at the counter while you made dinner
  • It wasn’t anything much but hE SURE THOUGHT IT WAS
  • Yoosung was just sitting there wide-eyed while you were trying to have a conversation while flipping things in the air over a flame
  • He couldn’t get that it was just over a f l a m e
  • When you finished cooking everything, he was so damn excited and had to remind himself to not eat too quickly
  • You were just watching him amusedly
  • And he was thinking “There’s vegetables? And its not out of a freezer bag? And it’s properly seasoned?”
  • Every time you two had gotten back from anything and it was around a meal time, it was always to your home if you two weren’t already living together
  • He just wanted to watch you cook and maybe eat a l l of it
  • You were blessed by this boy
  • Even though he never realized you had lived on his campus for culinary arts

Zen:

  • woah woah woah woah woah, what did you say?
  • You noticed that the food on set wasn’t all that healthy even though he protested
  • “C’mon, Zen, you cant just eat samgyupsal at work then down bottles of beer once you get home” “Watch me, MC” “Fine, but I’m cooking tonight”
  • Zen had cooked maybe, maybe once a week and everything else was restaurants or take-out or the fuckign goldfish bread (Hey, if you were lazy, you just had to walk outside)
  • But the fact that you could and just never did amazed him for some reason
  • Once you had both gotten home, he was nearly bouncing he was so excited
  • Even though he thought it’d just be some sweet potato stir fry or something, he just wanted to taste what you made
  • Oh damn
  • What is that? (It was a stand mixer)
  • He kept trying to “distract” you by hugs but the food was too important
  • Zen was still bouncing off the walls when you had both sat down to eat
  • Then this mother f u c k e r
  • This m o t h e r f u c k e r
  • He took a bite, a single bite, and then fuckign moaned because “It was so good, MC!”
  • You were done with his ass but all of his compliments were so sWEET
  • Zen probably had you cook any time you were able too and you couldn’t not cook for him when he was so cUTE ABOUT IT daMMIT, ZEN

Jaehee:

  • You told her when Jaehee asked about if you should make the pastries yourselves or buy them from somewhere else
  • You practically shouted in happiness when she mentioned baking
  • How had this never come up? Oh shit, now I have to bake cookies for my girlfriend. They’re gonna be the b e s t
  • Jaehee was taken aback slightly when you nodded wildly and grabbed her hand to take her into the kitchen
  • You were practically running around to get every ingredient and device required to make exactly what you wanted to impress her with
  • She was watching you were decorating the hwagwaja to look like flowers
  • Jaehee’s Cute Thought About MC started because yoU LOOKED SO CONCENTRATED AND YOUR TONGUE WAS STICKING OUT A LITTLE ANd ugh she just really loved you
  • Putting them all on a plate to present them, you used some of the chocolate you had for a drizzle and made a lil heart with it
  • Error: Jaehee Deaded
  • She was so happy! You got to do something you got excited about! Plus she got to watch you be cute!

Seven:

  • He noticed your name was mentioned in a lot of food magazines and winners of competitions when he background checked you the first time around
  • Seven randomly brought it up once you two were living together
  • “Hey, MC, can you make ssol ro ppung?” “You’re just gonna dip them in soda and I don’t wanna watch that” “C’mooooon, it’ll be fun!”
  • He then proceeded to drag you to the barely used kitchen
  • You were at least 80% sure he was more excited than you
  • Wait
  • He’s begging?
  • Oh hell yes
  • This only happened so often so it was on
  • It was honestly probably the quickest you had made something with such high quality
  • Plus there was a really adorable Seven sitting on the counter swinging his legs 
  • You made him promise not to dunk them in soda and he looked so happy at the small snack
  • Wait no
  • “Saeyoung, no” “Saeyoung, yes
  • he was mixing them into his bag of honey buddha chips dAMMIT, SAEYOUNG
  • He promised the next time he wouldn’t “taint the precious meal” but you knew his bitch ass was lying

Jumin:

  • Why did you know his personal chef? MC, what’s going on?
  • Turns out his chef was a former collegue of yours and Juumin was feeling really ???
  • On one hand, you shouldn’t have to cook for yourself
  • On the other, do whatever you enjoy? If you worked with his personnel, you were surely well-educated in the matter
  • If anything, he was glad that you wouldn’t skip meals if you exceeded in the culinary arts and could easily make something healthy
  • So then the next week he asked if you could make you both lunch for the day you were coming to the office
  • And he was most definitely not disappointed
  • Lowkey wanted to lay off his chef because hEC K
  • Everything was so neatly made? And as cute as you?
  • wait shIT THAT’S REALLY WELL SEASONED
  • Well, now, its as hot as you, too
  • Jumin was softly smiling throughout lunch so then you just had to cook more often

V:

  • He really wanted to just lay in bed all day, but you gOTTA BE PRODUCTIVE, JIHYUN
  • First step: Make breakfast
  • wait no
  • Where’s MC?
  • And now there’s sounds of oil sizzling downstairs
  • gOTTA MAKE SURE THE HOUSE ISN’T BURNING, JIHYUN
  • He made his way to the kitchen and could hear you flipping over pastries on the stovetop
  • kinda mad he couldn’t see you but hearing you hum a bit was really pleasant
  • You looked up to see him smiling a bit in the doorway
  • gOTTA HELP IF YOU CAN, JIHYUN
  • V ended up helping you mix cream even though you had already made some
  • shhh, you just wanted to eat it later
  • He was really happy when you pulled out his chair at the table and sat across from him once everything was done
  • Definitely thanked you multiple be times
  • you just gOTTA BE CUTE, JIHYUN

Saeran:

  • Let’s be honest, living with Seven didn’t provide the healthiest food options so you took matters into your own hands
  • You got up a bit early to start a slow cooker for dinner and began to make breakfast
  • Seven had just fallen asleep, so you only cooked for two
  • You had set some music to play quietly wile you were turning things over and getting out dishes
  • Then a groggy, bed-headed Saeran was leaning against the counter to watch you bop around the kitchen
  • If you got him to not be grumpy, you were already blessed
  • But that little smile? AMAZING maybe you’d have to figure out how to hack into the cameras to replay it
  • Sure, he smiled around you after he got comfortable
  • but this eARLY? b l e s s e d
  • You set some ingredients by the slow cooker when you wanted to make the rest of the day’s meals then fixed a plate for yourself
  • Saeran looked kind of confused when you held the other, empty plate out to him
  • “Me? You want me to eat with you?” “Yeah, of course” “Well, alright”
  • He filled his plate then ate quietly while sitting next to you
  • “Thank you? “Hmm?” “Uh, I said fuck you” “Mhmm” “…asshole”
  • He still came as soon as possible when you say it was time for lunch and dinner



I’ so sorry that this took so long! I just wanted to make sure I got it done well. If you’d like me to change anything, just let me know! I’ll gladly redo any characters if they weren’t good, especially the last few, because I was running out of some ides. Please also let me know if there’s any grammatical errors or anything that’s just too out of character. Hope you enjoyed, nerds!


Also! I tried my best to research foods that weren’t generically United States’ foods. If there’s any problem with the cultural aspect, also please let me know, so that I can fix it as soon as possible!

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soooo, like, I know I’m not the only one that noticed this but -

see that bag?  That bag over Keith’s shoulder?  That bag that looks like a navy duffel?  That bag that Keith is bringing along with him as he thinks he might be leaving forever?

Okay, first point. That’s a lot of stuff.  Since he literally came into space with only the clothes on his back (and his knife) he’s probably got a lot of survival supplies he raided the castle for but - what if he picked up other stuff along the way?  Just a few knick knacks or things that mean something to him.  They’re in that bag.  Anything he’s managed to collect for himself over his time is space is most likely in that bag (except for the magic knife tht he somehow hides on his person regularly (BoM episode for instance (where the hell was he hiding it and they found it?!)).  Back to the point, everything Keith owns is in that bag.

Yep. That bag.

Just saying.  If he had picked up anything sentimental or personal (or even a spare set of clothes) its gone now.

Fighting Sleep

Warnings: None

Rating: F for fluff

Word Count: 776

Turning over, soft sheets slid from my shoulders. The room was freezing and dark. I reached my hand out and felt around for my personal space heater, like always. I groped for a little in half sleep before I registered that he wasn’t there. Squinting at my bright phone screen I saw the time read 1:45; of course he was up late. Sliding from our warm bed, I slipped on a pair of shorts and one of his old shirts from the floor. Freezing half to death in the flat, I headed out to find him where he was always hiding. The hall light was still on, but he’d at least had the decency to cut off everything in the living room. Phil’s door was shut and his room was dark, at least he’d gone to sleep. I reached the end of the hall and cut the lights, filling the flat with a darkness to match the eerie midnight silence. I barely made it up the stairs to the office. I expected him to be editing something at the desktop but instead he was sitting on the sofa bed with his laptop on his chest. He looked tired, though. I knocked on the door frame, drawing his attention away from the screen. He gave me a tiny smile. “Hey, pumpkin.” I came over and sat next to him. “Dan, why are you still up? It’s almost 2.” I laid my head onto his shoulder, fingers sliding through his waves. I was still barely awake, and all I wanted was to be asleep tucked inside a pair of arms. “Just answering some emails, you know half the people me and Phil talk to are 8 hours behind. This is the only time we can really communicate.” He was typing out some response as he said that. “Well, they can wait. You need your rest, bear,” I scolded him gently. We had this argument at least once a week. He always forced himself to stay up answering emails or playing video games, then he’d sleep till 1PM the next day and complain about his sleep schedule. Dan groaned and I pinched his neck.

“Ow! You asshole don’t pinch me!”

“Then go to bed!”

“I don’t wannaaaaaa.”

I rolled my eyes, sat up and yanked his face from the screen so I saw exhausted brown eyes. “You’re acting like a baby. Now come downstairs and cuddle me until we both go to sleep!” I demanded. Dan giggled, “Is that supposed to insult me, you trash bag? Just go back to bed and wait for me. I’ll be down soon okay?” He kissed my lips softly. “No. You need to come to bed. Even Phil called it a night. Plus you’re an idiot when you’re tired. I bet half these emails don’t even make sense. And lack of sleep makes you stressed out.” Dan pouted, turning his face back toward the laptop. I didn’t say anything else. Instead, I cuddled close to him, head finding its way back to the crook of his neck and watching him finish the rest of his work. He slid an arm around me. I smiled and ran my hand through his hair while I watched. Soon I shut my eyes, sometimes it was just easier to be there, to let him do whatever he wanted. Not to mention he always managed to fall asleep whenever we cuddled.

Sure enough, after about 20 minutes, he stopped scrolling and I heard him start breathing heavier. His cheek landed on top of my head. I shut his screen and lifted the laptop from his lap, placed it beside me to carry downstairs later, then carefully slid out from under Dan’s arm. He didn’t react to any of this, he must really be tired. “Dan,” I whispered. “Get up, baby. Let’s go to bed.” He sighed at the sound of my voice. “C’mon, ‘m tired. Lemme sleep,” he complained, but reluctantly let me pull him up into a standing position. I rolled my eyes, now he wanted to sleep? “I know honey, let’s get you into bed then so you can sleep alright?” Dan’s voice was high and dreamy, like a little boy’s, “Okay, let’s go downstairs then.” We made our way back through the flat, silent.

When we were finally in his room, I let him fall into bed before crawling in on the other side. He pulled me to him, placing me under his chin. I tangled our legs together and rested my arm around his waist. He was finally in bed with me, and we could sleep comfortably.

“Good night, pumpkin.”

“Good night, bear.”


Half awake and stressed out of existence, needed some fluffy shit to make the pain go away so enjoy this short adorable piece.

~Janie

Until the word stops turning

Summary: It’s been one hell of a life, but she got to spend it with him. 

A/n: So this is set in 8x16 or as I like to call it “my finale if the real one doesn’t go well”. It turned out to be 5k words so grab a snack and I hope you enjoy! 



She should have seen this coming. 


With the world they live in, no day would go smoothly. 


Not even her wedding day. 


Instead of dancing with her husband and being high on wedding cake, she is stood outside in the town square without even having time to change. 


“She couldn’t have waited 5 more minutes.” 


She sighs and hears Stefan chuckle under his breath beside her, pulling her in closer by her waist and rubbing her arm gently to try and dismiss the goosebumps he can see forming. 


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Angel of mercy

WWE imagine
Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader
Word count: 1,238


It all happened in a blur. The speech. The yelling at the end. The stares between both men. Seth walking down the ramp with a determined look on his face. And suddenly, the attack. The beating. But not coming from Triple H as expected, no. The beating hand belonged to Samoa Joe – as cruel, brutal, and ruthless, if not more. Bloodthirsty. Hungry for recognition. Longing for glory. Meanwhile, backstage, terrified eyes witnessing the chaos. Faces growing paler with every passing minute. And a worried whisper escaping your lips.

“Colby…”

* * * * *

He knew he was alive. He could tell from the way his body hurt, from the noise all around him, and from the bright lights of the arena blinding him through his half-closed eyelids. He could hear the medics calling for him, and pressed the hand holding his, so they knew he was conscious. He could feel himself being moved away from ringside. Damn, that situation was all too familiar! And suddenly, the lights seemed to dim down, informing him they had passed the gorilla and were now backstage. Probably on the way to the ambulance. His eyes opened a bit more, much to the medical team’s relief.

“Colby!”

A content sigh escaped Seth’s lips as he recognized your voice. Besides, only you called him by his real first name. His eyes found you as you reached the stretcher he was lying on, and he reached out for you. You took his hand in yours immediately.

“Hey love,” he whispered.
“How do you feel?”
“Hurting everywhere, obviously…”
“Besides the obvious, I meant,” you chuckled.

He felt silent, but judging from the look in his eyes, you knew exactly how he felt. Just like you, he was worried about his knee, and probably silently praying to whatever was up there that he’d be fine.

“I’m surprised you’re not freaking out,” Seth joked.
“Yeah, you can thank Roman for that later…”
“Thank me for what?”

You turned to face the Samoan, who had caught up on you.

“For being a true brother,” Seth answered and held up his fist.

The Big Dog gave his former stable partner a fist bump. Despite Seth’s on-ring betrayal, the two were still close friends in real life. You reached the ambulance, and Roman somehow managed the medics to let you ride with them. They didn’t seem very enthusiastic at first, but finally gave in, and you went to sit in the back, still holding your boyfriend’s hand and keeping him awake throughout the ride. Whenever he seemed to doze off, you would ask him to stay with you and make him talk – you’d remind him of happy memories the two of you shared.

“Pretty thoughtful of you,” one of the medics noted as you reached the hospital.
“I just know how well he reacts to those memories,” you answered simply.

Seth was taken to a scan, while you were asked not to follow and to wait outside. Something about that made you feel anxious. Nothing positive could possibly come out of this. You suddenly heard your phone ring in your bag, and you picked up the call without even checking the caller ID.

“Hello?”
“Thank goodness, you’re picking up,” Dean Ambrose sighed in relief at his end of the line.

A coin smile found its way to your lips. You had known Jon for years now, and the two of you were as close as siblings. His being in Smackdown now meant you didn’t get to see often, but he’d often call or text you. Colby almost got jealous of him once, until Jon assured him he’d never feel anything more than brotherly love for you. And besides, he was head over heels for Renee, it was plain to see.

“I saw what happened. How’s Seth?” Jon asked
“Alive, conscious, hurt – both physically and mentally, I think. The doc is seeing him right now.”
“Why aren’t you with him them?”
“I can’t be. Scan.”
“Shit, that doesn’t sound good. How are you holding up?”
“Worried sick, you know me. But I’ll be fine. He’ll need me to anyway,” you sighed.
“You hang on, (Y/N), OK?” his tone softened. “Me and Roman will be there for you two, no matter what. And Renee too.”
“Thanks, Jon. I appreciate that, really.”

You heard your name being called, and you raised your eyes to see the doctor who had examined Seth. You nodded to him before turning back to your conversation.

“Jon, I gotta go. I’ll keep you posted, OK?”
“Yeah, please do. And take care.”
“I will. I promise,” you smiled before hanging up.

You stood up and walked to the doctor. He had a weird look on his face, one you couldn’t quite decipher. He was trying to come up with the best way to say what he had to say. After a few seconds, he finally spoke.

“As we feared, his knee has been injured again. However, surgery is not required this time.”

Relief immediately washed over your face as his words lifted your most serious concern.

“But he’ll be out of action for a few months,” you said.
“And he might have to miss Wrestlemania again this year,” the doctor added. “I’m sorry about that.”

You shook your head. He was going to be devastated. You were directed to the room Seth was in, and as you entered, you found him lying still with a stern look on his face.

“Did they tell you?” he asked.
You nodded, “It could have been much worse.”
“I should have seen it coming. I wasn’t told what Hunter had in stores, but I should’ve known it’d be that bad.”

You took his hand in yours and intertwined your finger with his.

“Colby, only half of it was scripted. Even with Joe brought in, they couldn’t have predicted a legitimate injury. You could have just been pushed out of the picture.”

Seth fell silent, and you saw him clench his jaw and try to keep a straight face. Until a tear escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek. You immediately pulled him into a hug, holding him tight and encouraging him to let go. He cried until he couldn’t anymore.

“I’m scared, (Y/N). I’m scared to death that I’ll never be able to set foot on a ring again. I’m scared I’ll keep injuring that fucking knee over and over again,” he whispered against your skin.
“And it’s normal, honey. Tonight was quite a lot to go through. But you’ll get back on your feet. You will get out of this, and you will go back to the ring eventually. A knee injury is not enough to stop Seth freakin’ Rollins, we both know that!”

He managed to chuckle, his face still buried in the crook of your neck.

“And you’re not in this alone. I’ll be with you every step of the way,” you whispered, “I promise.”

He pulled away and looked at you before gently caressing your cheek.

“You’re way too good for me. I don’t deserve such an angel of mercy.”

You smiled at the compliment and at the reference behind it – he called you that as a reference to Mercy, the angelic looking character from Overwatch, and your favorite to play.

“Who cares? I’m still here, and I’ll still be watching over you. And only you.”

You gently cupped his cheek and leant forward to kiss his cheek.

Need a Hand? | Yoongi

Summary: “We really have to stop meeting like this.” / Or, three awkward moments with Min Yoongi
Genre: Humor/Fluff
Word Count: 3,660
Author’s Note: May or may not be loosely based on my own life. Ha, I hate myself. Also, because these recent pictures of Yoongi with black hair kills me. Very slowly.

| #1: I tried to get the candy bar that didn’t drop out of the vending machine and now my hand is stuck can you help me out? |

The day is about as bad as it can get as you sluggishly make your way across the campus, mindlessly approaching a vending machine just a little out of the way of your next class. The box with a seemingly endless supply of junk food serves as your only window of opportunity to have some sort of solid food in your stomach, given your whole day of classes and last minute editing to your essays that you’ve needed to complete before their due dates on the dot.

To say that your sanity is starting to spin out of control would almost be an understatement with all the caffeine in your blood stream and the vague feeling of jitteriness settling into your bones. It leaves you with an uncomfortable sensation of emptiness, one that usually occurs when you haven’t eaten anything of healthy substance for 24 hours.

But desperate times call for desperate measures, and you don’t even see a free hour in your schedule to drop into the cafeteria for a snack—but alas, college life at its finest.

Quickly grabbing the wallet from your bag, your eyes light up momentarily at the sight of a bag of hot cheetos safety perched behind a wiring protection. Although hot cheetos are far from the ideal food (if it even should be considered food) you want to be putting into your body, especially on an empty stomach, you’ve run out of alternative options to settle with.

You fish through your wallet to produce the respective amount of quarters before feeding said quarters into the vending machine. You punch in the code for the hot cheetos, watching with baited breath as the wire coil slides and pushes the bag of chips closer and closer to the front, where it finally drops—!

However, there is no satisfying clunk of the bag hitting the bottom of the machine for you to reach in, to grab and go…

Frowning, you lean forward to press your forehead against the glass to look down in a suddenly desperate search of your beloved hot cheetos. You curse loudly when you find that it has been caught right between the bottom shelf of products and the interior wall of the machine.

Very quickly, the thought of leaving the precious bag of hot cheetos that you have invested six quarters in for someone else to reach in and quickly grab for free makes the blood underneath your skin boil with much unnecessary desperation.

With a huff, you drop down onto your knees and unceremoniously shove your right arm into the bottom flap of the machine. Ignoring the curious stares that are quickly being fed into your general direction, you bite down on your lower lip to ignore the smallest flicker of pain from trying to twist your arm into angles that are clearly not meant for certain bones. You readjust, pressing your cheek against the glass to try and reach as high up into the machine as your arm could dare go.

The crinkle of a bag being gripped in your fingers makes the corner of your lips curl up into the slightest of victory smiles. This is it, your moment to walk away with a pathetic excuse for breakfast, lunch, and dinner in your hand, this—!

You try to pull your hand out of the machine, but the way your arm is stuck ever-so-firmly underneath the flap doesn’t do good things to the sudden spiking of your heart. You tug again, but the pain of your bones undergoing awkward angles doesn’t sit well with your nerves.

So you utter the only word that you feel can perfectly describe the situation and your own personal feelings on the matter. “Fuck,” You hiss under your breath, trying to keep a firm grip on your hot cheetos as you tug once more, twice more—!

“Need a hand?”

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Tumblr is the worst website to have a lot of followers because you can’t even do anything with it. its so frustrating because people on Instagram with less of a following can get all of these sponsors and money and I’m out here hesitant to buy a bag of Cheetos. 

anonymous asked:

At my store we charge 5p for a small cheap bag, and 10p for a 'Bag for life' - a bigger, stronger bag, that we replace for free if it gets damaged (even if it's just a tiny little hole!). Every week this guy comes in and gets a 10p bag, never bothers to bring his own. For about a month we had none of the 10p bags in stock, and he would throw a tantrum and leave without buying anything. He eventually learnt to bring his own bag, but stopped as soon as we got the 10p bags back.