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The complementary personalities… the matching color schemes… the mutual extreme dedication to fitness and health… Sportacraig is the true power OTP

Next Generation HP Things
  • Teddy is “the cool cousin.” 
  • James is “that little bastard who keeps messing up his potions on purpose to see the ‘pretty fireworks’”. 
  • Albus is “oh god, not another one. He’s going to be just like his brother!” (except he’s not just like his brother. He actually tries.)
  • Lily is a sweetheart. Need I say more? She’s obviously a sweetheart. Except… she’s got a bit of her oldest brother’s mischievous streak, so she likes to explode potions, too. 
  • Scorpius and Albus are friends and both in Slytherin, because I like the idea of a Potter being in Slytherin, but I’m not too fond of the “Scorpius HAS to be not Slytherin thing.”
  • Everyone thinks they’re dating. They’re THAT pair of friends that always sits really close together and steals each other’s pumpkin juice and shares books. 
  • They aren’t? They are? Who knows?
  • Lysander and Lorcan are really popular in their houses. One is Ravenclaw and one is Hufflepuff and they’ve got a whole tutoring system set up with Rose.
  • Rose is, in the teachers’ books, “most likely to get out of here alive, just like her mom.”
  • Teddy gets a job at Hogwarts doing Merlin-knows-what because Harry has a life crisis and is like, “I NEED SOMEONE KEEPING AN EYE ON MY CHILDREN SO THEY DON’T DIE LIKE I NEARLY DID!!!!!”
  • Neville offers but Harry’s like, “Neville, you had enough dealing with me.” and Neville’s like, “You’re right. Good plan.”
  • Victoire is a healer. She’s really damn good at it. 
  • George’s kids are banned from having any of their dad’s merchandise on campus. The teachers just aren’t taking the chance. 
  • Draco and Harry are Quidditch Dads who have angry face-offs in the bleachers even though their kids are on the SAME DAMN TEAM. It’s ridiculous. 
  • Headmistress McGonagall gives the two of them detention before remembering they graduated and have jobs and lives. 
  • They’re nice guys (are they?) so they sit through two hours of detention with Aunt Minerva (but don’t call her that if you want to live). 
  • Rose and Hugo are inseparable Hugo’s first year because he’s nervous as hell, but then he makes friends and starts a club devoted to continuing  his uncles’ (Fred and George’s) legacy as pranksters. 
  • Everyone thinks it’s Roxanne and Fred II until Hugo feels guilty and turns himself in. 
  • The teachers are SHOCKED. 
  • He gives them the Sad Weasley Eyes and gets his detention time cut in half. 
  • Scorpius and Albus get too close to each other during Quidditch and Albus knocks Scorpius off his broom. It looks like he could do one of two things: Catch the goddamn snitch or rescue his friend. 
  • He doesn’t think twice before rescuing his friend.
  • Later everyone asks Scorpius if he was scared and he says, “For a second, but then I remembered Al was right there and I wasn’t scared anymore. I knew he’d help me, ‘cause I’d do the same for him.”
  • Cue the chorus of “aaaaaaaawwwwwwww!”
  • I’m done here. It’s midnight and I’m rambling and my sister would be so ashamed. 
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  • A Dapper Chester: I wonder if people play actual calvinball or if they ran out of new rules to add at some point
  • Hatbroken Hearter: people probably play anything you can conceivably imagine
  • Rytel: https://twitter.com/wresnocontext/status/
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  • Rytel: Cross-country versions of other sports never quite reached the same following
  • 12 piece chicken mugget: Bless
  • Hatbroken Hearter: Imagine: cross-country curling
  • CameoAppearance: I am imagining and I am astounded
  • Kinda Hungrimm: I am, frankly, disgusted
  • Hatbroken Hearter: A completely stationary stone on a rocky mountainside with two people furiously sweeping the ground in front of it
  • Kinda Hungrimm: Nope
  • Kinda Hungrimm: No
  • Hatbroken Hearter: The idea is to erode away enough of the slope that it starts moving again
  • Kinda Hungrimm: I refuse to believe an immortal humanity would fall so far
  • 12 piece chicken mugget: oh my god
  • 12 piece chicken mugget: *oh my god*
  • 12 piece chicken mugget: i have to share this Immediately
  • Kinda Hungrimm: dO NOT SPREAD THIS HERESY
  • CameoAppearance: Do spread the heresy
  • Kinda Hungrimm: fine you can spread this heresy but I need 96 reasons why
  • Kinda Hungrimm: nailed to the front office of my doorway, times old roman font, double spaced
  • 12 piece chicken mugget: all of them start with "because you can't stop me"
  • Kinda Hungrimm: you're the worst martin luther
  • 12 piece chicken mugget: also, i didn't know your doorway had an office
  • Kinda Hungrimm: You're the *worst* martin luther

Kids au:

- Shiro carries around a backpack with snacks, juice, and a med-kit

- Lance carries around a toy nerf gun

- Keith has a foam sword

- Shiro is constantly tying everyone’s shoes

-The kids lions are stuffed animals they carry around. When they get ripped Shiro is the one that fixes them.

- Lance wears light up shoes, and is constantly showing them off.

-whenever they cross a street Shiro makes them all hold hands. Lance and Keith refuse to hold hands, so they both have to be on each side of Shiro.

-all the kids have footsie PJ’s with lions and space ships on them.

- Lance is constantly getting Hunk’s help with math.

-Allura and Coran watch the lil’ paladins

-Shiro just punches anyone who hurts the team

- Pidge is constantly stealing Allura’s phone, and trying to take it apart, etc.

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Also (other things that don’t fit in above):

The Park:

- smol lance and keith on swings challenging themselves to who can go higher. Shiro having to save them before they jump off and break and arm.

- Shiro pushing the kids on the swings

-if someone scrapes a knee Shiro is the one to fix it.

- everyone having juice after running around. Keith and Lance sharing juice… or both of them not having juice, so they have to share with Shiro.

- Sendak tries to steal one of the paladins lions, Shiro gonna fight him (simple as that)

- everyone getting tired and laying under the shade of a tree

- Lance accidentally hit Shiro with the nerf gun in the head and not being allowed to play. Keith then mocking him. They both get a time out, Shiro ain’t having it.

-Keith and Lance fighting over the slide

-Keith getting stuck on the jungle gym/ monkey bars and Shiro having to rescue him.

-Keith and Lance pushing each other on the slide and both falling off. Shiro isn’t happy one bit.

- Pidge sitting under a tree tinkering, most likely with Hunk

- PICNICS IN THE PARK


myself and @shiroklance were busy with these one night OUO 

I Can Only Imagine Marvelous Things
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Taehyung knows Seokjin is worth waiting for.

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Inspired by the song Glasses by IU

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Just Friends (part nine) - Stiles Stilinski

You were standing in your drive way.  Yours.  Not Stiles’.  Staring up at your house.  Questions and thoughts racing through your mind.  Your Mom’s car was in the drive, was she still home? What if she was just on a walk.  You didn’t see Jerry’s car around, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there.  You swallowed thickly.  Would your mother even want to see you? Did she know what happened? 

You swallowed, and turned back to see Stiles sitting in the front seat, where you told him to stay. ‘You okay?’ he mouthed, and you nodded.

You turned back to the house, and walked up to the door.  You needed to talk to your mother.

A shaky hand knocked three times, and as you waited anxiously, you sucked in sharp breaths.

And when the door opened, you stared with your mouth hung open.

“y/n?” Your mom smiled a watery little smile.  “Baby where have you been?” She cried now, and you wanted to hug her- but you didn’t know what was right to do.  “Come in, we have a lot to talk about” She said softly, and you nodded, following her in.  You stole a glance back at Stiles before you closed the front door, and gave him a quick thumbs up.

“Is Jerry home-”

“Oh baby I’m so sorry” Your mother said, pulling you in for a hug.  You didn’t hesitate this time, just squeezed onto her and hugged her tight.  “I got a call from the Sheriff at the police station last night and I- I was just so scared” Tears brimmed your eyes.  “He told me you were safe… staying at his home- baby I’m so sorry” 

“I’m sorry too mom” You cried.  “I could’ve done better I-I should’ve done better” She pulled away from you, holding your face in your hands.  You saw her eyes wander over the light bruises on your skin.  

“No shh no” She cooed, petting your hair softly.  “You did nothing wrong” She told you.  “You did nothing wrong I- it’s my fault it’s all my fault y/n I’m so sorry” You didn’t know what to say, again, too shocked to do anything, just stared at your mom’s wet eyes.  “I let him into our home- I-I-I-” She choked on her own words.  “I wasn’t here for you” Her voice cracked as a fresh stream of tears coated her cheeks.  “And I’m so sorry, I love you so much it’s all I have to give you” She said.

“Mom is..is he..” You didn’t even have to finish your sentence, you knew she understood the question you were trying to convey.

“He’s gone baby he’s gone… he’s not coming back.. he’s under police custody right now at the station” She said quietly.

Your platonic emotions grew into a smile.

“Really?” You breathed.  “You did that?”

“Of course baby… I may not have been the best mother recently, but nobody hurts my little girl” You were both crying when you hugged her, a tight, and much needed hug.

“Mom I…”

“It’s okay” She cooed, rubbing your back and petting your hair.  “I love you-”

“Mom I think I need to stay with the Sheriff for a little longer” You whispered, letting go of her.

“Oh” Was all she said.

“I’d just be really comfortable if I did.. until we figure out a plan for the whole… thing” You said weakly.  Your mother nodded a little, taking your hands in hers.

“Okay” She breathed.  “Okay, okay I can handle that” She said, meeting your eyes again.

“Thank you” You said quietly.  She just nodded, and you heard her sniff.  “Mom please don’t cry… I’m not leaving you” You told her.  “I’m coming back” You said.  “I’m coming back” You repeated softly.  She nodded, wiping her eyes.  “Would you like to meet Stiles again? To know I’m safe?” You asked.  “He’s in the car, I could go get him”

“Yeah that’d actually be nice to properly meet him” She said, and you nodded, squeezing her hands in yours.

“I’ll go get him” You told her, and walked off towards the door.  You walked onto the front steps, and Stiles’ eyes instantly locked with yours.  You waved your hand, motioning for him to come out, and the boy scrambled out of the jeep, running clumsily up to you.

“Are you okay- is everything okay?” He panted, and you giggled a little bit to yourself.

“I’m fine, it’s just my mom inside” You told him, and stared off behind him as you spoke.  “She… wanted to meet you properly” You told him.  “You know.. cause last time I didn’t really let you guys talk but…” Your eyes met his now.  “I dunno… I don’t think it’s a bad idea for her to meet you” Stiles smiled, and nodded his head.

“Well I’m happy to meet her” He told you.

You, Stiles, and your mom talked around the table over grilled cheeses and apple juice.  You and Stiles shared a lot of things you’ve done, both dumb and fun, sharing embarrassing stories.  Your mom didn’t hold back on the most humiliating memories of your childhood, she told Stiles all of it with a big, unapologetic smile on her face.  But the worst part, was that Stiles seemed to love it.  He laughed when she told him about how you would play mermaid in the bathtub.  Or how you preferred to sit in the closet of your bedroom when you played with your toys, in hiding…. or how you once threw spaghetti all over your body when you were two.Stiles just laughed and smiled through all of it, while you were avoiding all glances thrown your way, trying to hide your red blush of embarrassment.

“y/n and I are actually going to Prom together on Saturday” Stiles said at one point, and your mom gave you a look, smiling wide.

“Well it’s about time she gets out there into the world of boyfriends-”

“Oh no no, not like that” Stiles chuckled out before you could protest yourself.  “In her defense, she kinda got stuck with me.  My friends Kira and Lydia made her go” You laughed a little too.

“Yeah they did, I eat lunch with them for a day and suddenly we’re best friends” You said, loosening up a little.  Your mom smiled again, happy that you seemed comfortable with these new friends of yours.

“Well I’m glad you all have something exciting to do together this weekend” She said.

“Yeah me too” You said.

Your mother reluctantly allowed you to go to your room, packing up a few more outfits to take to the Stilinski house.  Stiles stayed downstairs with her.

“Miss y/l/n?”

“Oh, y/m/n is fine sweetie” She smiled warmly.

“I uh… I just wanted to say thank you”

“Thank you? For what?” Your mother asked, beginning to clear the table.  

“For… for y/n I guess” Stiles laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood to help her.  She looked at him, a smile forming on her face.

“You’re awfully smitten about my girl, aren’t you?” Smitten, Stiles repeated the word in his head.  And suddenly, he couldn’t come up with a better word for his feelings towards you.

“Yeah… yeah I guess I am” He said, a big smile playing onto his mouth.  Your mom chuckled.  “Is-is that okay?” He asked quickly after seeing her reaction.

“Stiles, let me tell you something honest about y/n” Your mother said quietly, and he walked forwards a little.  “She’s the most stubborn person in the world, I’ll tell you that, but when she cares about something, she pursues it.  It’s like… she doesn’t see a point in having something around if she has no feelings towards the matter” Your mom explained.  “Now for you? I haven’t seen her even attempt to say hello to someone, and today at the table, I’ve never seen her so carefree with someone” 

Stiles’ heart thundered in his chest and he tried not to smile too dorkily.

“I haven’t been around much, I haven’t been around enough, especially not when she needed me.  So really, I should be thanking you Stiles” She said, and put a hand on his shoulder.  “Thank you for taking care of my baby girl”

Before he could reply, you came bounding down the stairs, a bag of clothes in your hand, and a smile on your face.  “I’m all set” You said.


Two more days.  It had been two more whole days.  Two days of living in Stiles’ home, alternating the couch and his bed- even though you ended up staying together no matter where you were.  Using excuses like ‘i came down for a drink of water but you seemed cold so i slept with you on the sofa’ or ‘i thought i left my phone in your room, so i came up to look for it but i’m too tired to walk down the stairs so i slept with you in the bed’.

Even though you knew damn well your phone was in your pocket the whole time.

But it was a Thursday afternoon, and you were studying on the couch in rolled up jeans and a tee shirt when rapid knocking hit the door.  You looked at Stiles, who was sitting in the chair next to you on his phone.

“It’s your turn to get it” You said.

“Ha, nice try.  I got it an hour ago for the mail man” Stiles snickered, and you groaned, throwing your head back.  More knocks hit the door.

“Coming!” You said, setting your textbook aside, and capping your highlighter as you trudged to the door.  You opened it with an irritated face, but it quickly turned to surprise when you found Kira and Lydia.

“Hi!” Kira said, pulling you in for a quick hug.  You dropped your hands behind your back, hiding the revealed bandages on your wrists.

“Uhm, hey, what’re you doing here?” You asked, careful not to let them see your arms.  Sure, you and the two girls were friends, but you didn’t want to scare them away with your ugly history.

“Dress shopping for prom, duh!” Lydia said.  “Ready to go?”

“Wh-what?” You stuttered.

“We thought you’d want to come dress shopping with us” Kira said.  “Is Stiles home? I have a message from Scott”

“I’m here” The boy walked up next to you, just slightly in front so that your wrists were well hidden.  “What’s up?”

“We were thinking y/n could come dress shopping with us” Lydia said.  “If she’s up for it?” You looked between her green eyes and Stiles.

“Like like just us?” You asked.

“Of course, Stiles can’t see your dress, just like Scott can’t see mine” Kira said with a bubbly smile.  “It’s like a wedding!” Her eyes lit up, and she clapped as she bounced on her feet.  “So whad’ya say? Will you come?” You couldn’t help but smile at Kira’s big hopeful eyes.

“Sure, why not” You said with a shrug.  “I’m just gonna go change first” You said, and quickly turned, holding your hands to your chest as you went up the stairs, again so your bandages wouldn’t be revealed.

You quickly went into the bathroom, deciding maybe you could just take them off.  So you went in and closed the door, locking it behind you for safe measures.  You were careful about taking the gauze off, cutting it slowly until it fell off.

No, you weren’t completely healed, and you knew you wouldn’t be any time soon.  But the redness was gone, and the swelling had stopped.  So using concealer to cover up the scabbed slits.

And when you finished, you inspected your handiwork, proud of yourself in a sick way for being able to make your cuts appear to have never existed.

But just for safe measures, you threw on a blue knitted sweater anyways before going downstairs.

“I’m ready” You grinned, slipping on converse at the door.

“Yay!” Kira squealed, jumping again as she waited for you to tie your shoes.

“I’ll go start the car” Lydia said, heading back to where her car was parked in the driveway.  When you stood and looked at Stiles, Kira skipped off after her strawberry blonde friend.

“See you later” You said with a smile, turning to go.

“You have your phone right?” Stiles asked before you could step out of the door.

“Yep” You responded.

“And it’s turned on?” He asked again, and you nearly giggled.

“Yes Stiles, I’m fine, I’m with Kira and Lydia” You shrugged.  Stiles rolled his eyes a little, putting his hands on his hips.

“Is that sass? Was that sass? You’re with Lyd for two seconds and now you’re sassing me.  They’re coming between us!” He exclaimed.  You rolled your eyes and put your hands on hi shoulder.

“Come here doof” You said, your arms wrapping around his neck in what was supposed to be a quick hug.  “I can take care of myself you know” You said.  “Just because I’ve got a bad track record doesn’t mean I’m not trying” Stiles hugged you a little tighter.

“I know” He said.  You smiled and pated his back.

“I gotta get going” You told him, and he hesitated on releasing you.

“Okay” He breathed, and you walked out the door, shooting him a quick smile as you climbed into the front seat of Lydia’s car. Kira sat in the middle back.


It had been nearly two hours, and you still hadn’t found a dress.  Kira had, a beautiful inky blue dress that hugged her waist and flowed down to her ankles.  It’s sweetheart neckline was a little glittery, but not too much.  It was just perfect for her.  But you and Lydia were still searching.  At least Lydia knew that she wanted something green, you on the other hand, had no idea what to look for.

“How about one that matches your eyes?” Kira asked, but you crinkled your nose and shook your head.  The pixie girl huffed, putting back the three she’d already found for you.

“Well let’s make this easy.  What’s Stiles’ favorite color?” Lydia asked, and you shrugged.

“I dunno.. all of them?” Lydia let out a little laugh.

“Alright, well then lets focus on styles of dresses” She said.

You learned more about fashion in the next half hour, than you learned about anything in your entire life.  Everyone was right, Lydia was a pro at this.  She knew exactly what she was doing.  From necklines to lengths, colors, patterns, shoes accessories, purses and makeup, the list went on.  But she would recite it like it was her religion.  And it may very well be.  But the best words you heard from her, were when she grinned at you eagerly, eyes sparkling as she said,

I found the perfect one”

And it very well was the perfect one.

Lydia had found a dress for herself with ease, a long deep green strapless one that pooled at her feet, but in her heels it didn’t touch the floor.  When you’d all purchased your dresses, (and by all Lydia paid for them, too excited to not help her friends out with cash that didn’t come so easy for them) you all agreed to have dinner at the food court of the mall.

You sat at a four person table, you and Kira with sub sandwiches and Lydia with her salad.. she only seemed to eat on the healthy side and you wondered how she managed it.  You talked about little things, cute little memories and the loads of work from school.  Until Lydia said something you knew was bound to come up.

“So.  You and Stiles are pretty close huh?” 

“Yeah I would say so” You said.  “I mean I’ve been staying at his house for a few days now” Lydia smiled.

“Well? Is there something there?” She asked again.

“Something where” You asked, picking at your nail in search of a distraction.

“Don’t play dumb silly, do you like him?” You immediately blushed at her question, making Lydia and Kira both bear grins.  “I knew it! OMG I’m so excited you’d be soo cute together” Lydia gushed.

“Right! All he does is talk about how much he likes her” Kira added, and your wide eyes shot to hers fast.

“Wha-what did you say?” You asked quietly, wondering if you heard her wrong.  It was quiet for a few moments.

“Oh shit I did it again didn’t I?” Kira cringed, and Lydia gnawed on her lip.  Stiles was going to kill them.

Your phone began to ring in your pocket, and you pulled yourself out of your frozen state of awe to answer it.  

“y/n, y/n are you still at the mall?” Speak of the devil.

“Yeah Stiles, why?” You asked.

“I’m here” He said.  Your brows furrowed and you cocked your head to the side, giving the girls a weir look. 

“Why-”

“Jerry’s making his plea at the station”

“The station why not-”

“If he pleads guilty, he’s going to prison straight away” Stiles said.  “I’m here to know if you want to be there-”

“I do” You cut him off this time.  “I’m getting my things I’ll be out the main entrance in a minute” You said, then hung up your phone.

“Everything alright?” Kira asked, eyes full of concern.

“I just need to go be with Stiles and his father at the station” You said, trying to make it sound like it was nothing.  “Thank you guys so much, I haven’t had this much fun in a while.  And thank you for buying me the dress it’s gorgeous, and thanks-” Lydia stood up and hugged you.

“Don’t mention it” She said.  “But I did put my number and snapchat and followed myself on Instagram on your phone, so you better be texting me and stuff” She added, making you smile.  “I did it for Kira too” 

“Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow” You waved and said your goodbyes, then rushed out the large entrance of the mall.

Stiles’ baby blue beat up jeep sat right in the front, and you ran over to it, opening and closing the door fast as you got inside.

“You ready?” Stiles asked as you put on your seat belt, and you nodded.

“I guess I’m ready as I’ll ever be” You said.

The drive was a silent one.


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ok so i know the relationship between the reader+lydia+kira grew super fast but i feel like they would automatically make someone their friend yano? kira would totally be all over it and lydia would be there making sure they’re flawless and ye ok.  also i was wondering what y’all thought of the dress, I don’t usually prefer to use exact examples of outfits cuz everyone’s style is different and stuff but idk.  TWO PARTS TO GO! stay gold.
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Allow me to suggest: childhood sweethearts Blush headcanon

  • Blink and Mush who grow up in neighbouring houses
  • They hold hands and toddle around sharing juice boxes. It’s adorable.
  • At school when everyone is getting ‘married’ they decide they don’t like any of the girls so they marry each other
  • At first all the adults think it’s cute but when they both start to get older (like 9 or 10) and they still hold hands, it’s suddenly 'inappropriate’ and their dads sit them down and tell them they have to stop
  • It lasts a couple of years, but then there’s a dance at school and Blink doesn’t want to ask a girl. He wants to ask Mush. They’re still friends, even if their parents put a stop to their cute lil fledgling romance, so Mush starts asking him who he’s interested in and he can only come up with vague replies for so long
  • Eventually he can’t keep lying so, one week before the dance, he buys a bunch of red roses from the corner shop with his pocket money and goes over to knock on Mush’s door. Mush’s mum answers and she gives Blink a knowing smile before calling Mush and retreating back to the kitchen, where she listens intently at the door as Blink stammers through a confession of his feelings and hands over the flowers
  • Mush gives him his first kiss in lieu of a verbal answer
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Your four year old self was magically stranded in front of an orphanage with a simple, plain dress hair pushed behind your ears. Knocking on the door of the wooden door, the light flipped on from the inside knocking again to confirm someone was indeed knocking at the door at this in-holy hour.

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Saw a post about basic tennis etiquette. Some things they missed:

1) Evil laughter pre match

2) Make sure you give your opponent enough time to yell out the name of their shot

3)“Yudan sezu ni ikou”

4) Be courteous and make sure to have enough Inui juice to share

5) Don’t interrupt when the doubles teams are having 5 episodes of heartbreaking moments

6) Also don’t interrupt flashbacks

7) Always remember to “Mada mada dane” any and every opponent

Obsessive - Part 1

The reader has OCD and the only person who truly understands her is Juice because they share similar problems.

(This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters)

**Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

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You pulled up to the clubhouse as the clock inside your car read 8:13.
“Shit,” you sighed, you were late again.
Bobby was going to be upset with you. As much as he understood that your OCD was not a cakewalk and that you try your hardest to keep up with a normal schedule, it was hard some days when your… quirks… got the best of you. This morning it took you 20 tries just to get your hair in a ponytail that felt right and when you walked out of the bathroom into your living room, your picture frames seemed out of place so you had to spend 30 minutes adjusting them until they were just right, and then another 20 minutes trying to reason out in your head how your photos could have gotten moved. It was frustrating, sometimes you felt all alone inside your own head. You tried not letting it bother you but if something wasn’t right your head screamed at you until you fixed it, retried, did over again. You were honestly surprised you were only 13 minutes late today, that was a new record. You only hoped Bobby realized you were trying.

You thought back to when you were a child, you weren’t born a Morrow, but you were raised one. You’d heard the story at least a thousand times: Clay pulling up to the garage with a 9 month old in his arms, while Jackson, 11 years old at the time, watched from afar. The club had busted up a drug/porn ring that turned into a shootout. After seeing the squalor you were being brought up in, Clay took you away to raise as his own with the help of his loving new bride, Gemma. She wasn’t your birth mother but she was the only mother you ever knew and you loved her and your father, Clay, dearly. When you first started exhibiting signs of odd behavior, they had you evaluated and it was determined that you had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Your family and the club were extremely supportive of you, finding the balance between supporting your disability and also not treating you differently. They helped you with homework, kept you safe, watched you grow, put you through college, and now they were employing you to use your accounting degree to help with their books. Your OCD wasn’t always a burden in that regard, you had an immaculate understanding of numbers and an attention to detail that rivaled Da Vinci; even as a new hire, Bobby needed your help crunching numbers sometimes. Despite your lack of blood ties to the MC, you were never treated as anything less than family and you were so grateful. You shuddered thinking of what your life would’ve been had Clay and the guys not found you and rescued you 22 years ago.

You looked at yourself in your rearview mirror before stepping out of the car and bracing yourself for an ass-chewing. You walked into the clubhouse to find Bobby sitting at the bar, poring over notebooks with his glasses on.
You sighed, walking over to him at taking a seat, “Sorry I’m late, something felt weird this morning, my photos were out of place…” you trailed off.
Bobby looked up, pulling off his glasses and gazing at you, “S'ok, (Y/N). You’re here now,” he patted your leg, “I’m working on TM’s books, wanna grab the SAMCRO ones in the chapel?”
You nodded and jogged to the safe, opening it and grabbing the binders out of it and locking it back behind you, grimacing. It didn’t feel right. You unlocked it again, placing them back, relocking it, and then unlocking it again and so on, two more times until you finally felt okay and you were able to retrieve the binders and bring them to sit next to Bobby.

You were both staring down at the numbers, making notes and typing on your calculators when the clubhouse door opened and the one and only person that you truly felt understood you came striding in. Juice Ortiz had taken you under his wing the minute he arrived in California and got word of your condition. He too had obsessive compulsive tendencies, but had gone undiagnosed for so long that he self medicated with weed and booze. Regardless of his abnormal coping mechanisms, Juice always went to bat for you, defending you when the club started questioning your value and wondering if it would be better to stick you behind the bar and have someone else train under Bobby to keep up with the books.

 Your gaze shifted up to watch the muscular Puerto Rican man walk over to you, leaning against the bar, “Hey (Y/N). Good morning,” he spoke with a smile, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your cheek. A friendly gesture to him, but it meant much more to you. Ever since you found out that Juice understood your day-to-day struggles you couldn’t keep your mind off of him. Your dad keyed in to your crush on Juice years ago and told you right away that the two of you together would be trouble, and in a way you agreed. You knew Juice didn’t even see you, not like that, he looked at you and saw Jax’s sister, Clay and Gemma’s daughter, but that didn’t stop you from daydreaming about that cute goofy smile, those nice muscular arms, his soft calming voice.
  
“Good morning, Juice,” you smiled shyly, looking away and back to your work.

“How’s your morning?” he asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Its been weird, actually–” you began but were interrupted.

“(Y/N) was telling me earlier how she thinks someone is moving her pictures around in her apartment,” Bobby chuckled, never looking up from his notebook. He knew you had a crush on his younger friend, too. It seemed the only person who didn’t know was Juice himself, actually.

“Really?” Juice knitted his eyebrows together, looking at you concerned.
You sighed, embarrassed, “Yeah… it took me forever to get them right this morning,” you looked down.

“I can come over once I’m done working today and put up some cameras if you want?” Juice offered and you felt your heart begin to pound out of your chest at the thought of him being inside your apartment. You gulped, looking back up to meet his eyes, “That would make me sleep better,” you half-smiled, nodding.

Juice smiled back at you and patted your shoulder, “Alright. I’ll grab the stuff I need today. Just text me when you’re going home and I will meet you there.”
Juice stood up and walked across the bar through the back of the building and you took a deep breath, letting it out when you were sure he was gone.
Bobby finally looked up at you and studied your blushed-red cheeks as he began to chuckle, “He has no idea you like him darlin’. Your secret is safe with me,” he said winking at you.

You attempted to refocus on your work but all you could think about was seeing Juice outside of TM tonight as the butterflies in your stomach danced crazily.

You’re Mine and I’m Not One For Sharing. [Juice Ortiz x Reader]

Originally posted by redwood-orginals

[ @homicidalteenagedream request: Juice Ortiz / ‘I’m bad for you, I know I am.’  &  ‘You’re mine, and I am not one for sharing.’]

Warnings: None.

“Well, what do you expect me to think?” You yell, as Juice storms off into the kitchen to grab his cut before throwing it over his shoulders.

“I don’t know, (Y/N)!” He barks back, returning to the living room and stopping for a moment. “Maybe you were right all those years ago – maybe I am bad for you!”

You look in him the eye, shock taking over your face as you scoff slightly. How could he say something like that after all you had been through? After everything you had done for him? He shakes his head and says nothing before leaving the house and taking off on his bike.

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Eight Days A Week (a Yuri!! On Ice nanny au)

okay but a nanny!AU where Viktor has somehow acquired a bushel of children and needs a nanny to help care for his screaming brood - enter Yuuri, freshly retired from what he thinks was a failed figure skating career, and in desperate need of money to help pay off his student loans.

(it’s also on AO3)

EPISODE ONE:

Yuuri’s nervous – it’s his very first meeting at the nanny agency and he has no idea how he’s gong to pull any of this off, when Viktor Nikiforov, the world’s best figure skater (ret.), walks in. Yuuri nearly has a heart attack, but his excitement and energy quickly vanishes when he realizes that Viktor, who stood on the podium with Yuuri at Worlds two years before (for Yuuri’s first and only World medal, a bronze) doesn’t recognize him at all.

By the time Yuuri takes this in (wondering why he thought Viktor would even remember a washed-up nobody like him, anyway), a weary, weary Viktor is telling him that the longest a nanny has lasted with Viktor’s kids is a week, and the last one left after three hours, recommending that Viktor hire an exorcist instead of childcare help.

Yuuri, whose hurt feelings won’t pay the rent, swallows his crushed dreams and accepts the job.

(He tells all this to his roommate Phichit that night. “Wow,” Phichit says. “Your life sucks.”)

The next day, he goes to Viktor’s house and the door is opened by a tiny blond ball of rage, who promptly kicks Yuuri in the shin and runs off.

“That’s Yuri,” says a young boy lurking behind the hall stand inside. “He’s three. He hates you.”

“What about you?” Yuuri asks, favoring one leg.

The boy considers. “I’m Otabek. I’m five. I hate you too.”

Viktor comes up, removes the cricket bat from Otabek’s hands, and brings Yuuri inside. “The children didn’t want to come meet you,” Viktor says in way of explanation as they go into the large house. “I can usually find them.”

They discover Sara and Michele (twins, Viktor tells him, and six) in the kitchen, eating crackers under the table. Jean-Jacques (seven) is climbing a bookcase in the library. Mila (nine) is reading a book in front of the television, with the dog Makkachin at her feet. It takes a while to find the last two, Georgi and Chris, both twelve, but Viktor finally locates them sitting on the garage roof. Georgi has a guitar and Chris has a water gun, which he promptly uses to squirt Yuuri in the face.

“There they are,” Viktor says.

Yuuri takes off his glasses to dry them. He’s a little shell-shocked. “Eight children.”

“Yes.” Viktor hesitates. “I have to go. Are you staying?”

Yuuri puts his glasses back on. “Um, sure?”

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