Wanna park and act like an a**hole? Enjoy paying thousands.
Years ago, I worked as a security officer in a high-traffic tourist area (graveyard shift).
One of my responsibilities was to make sure my building’s loading/unloading zone is kept clear because at all hours of the day we’ve got vehicles coming and going for people going to meetings, visitors, tourists, cabs, etc. The curb is painted white and marked in big bold letters ✶ LOADING AND UNLOADING ONLY ✶ NO PARKING ✶. At the end of the zone there was a single handicap parking stall painted bright blue.
Now the building I worked at was nearby a few large night clubs, so every Friday and Saturday the area would be crazy busy with drunken fighting, vomiting, occasional alleyway sex, etc. All night long there’d be cute girls milling around in skimpy outfits, so the job had its perks too.
Clubbers would take advantage of my building’s valet parking service and pay to park in our garage before heading out to one of the clubs across the street.
Some clubbers would think they could get away with parking in our loading zone all night. My coworkers and I would aggressively patrol the area in the earlier evening hours and advise as many people as we could so they’d leave and avoid getting a ticket. It was also better for us if they left, because when there were too many vehicles parked out front, traffic would become a complete clusterf*ck regardless of the time of day.
Most people would be grateful for the information and leave. Occasionally, some douche would laugh in our faces, say something about pigs or rent-a-cops or whatever and leave their car anyway. In those cases, we’d call our city’s parking enforcement and they’d get a $90 ticket for their troubles.
One Saturday night, after finished a round of patrols, I went to take a leak. On my way back out, I walked past Dispatch and my buddy calls me over to the surveillance bank.
“Hey bro, you got one out front.”
I turned to the grainy feed just in time to see a piece-of-junk ‘97 BMW sloppily parking in front of our building. I murmured that I’d go out and advise the driver, but before I could leave, the driver exited his vehicle.
My buddy and I watched in silence as the driver, a young black male adorned with flashy cheap bling, hiked his pants up at the crotch and blocked the path of a couple girls walking by. He started hitting on them in the slimiest way possible, even trying to grab their hands and asses at one point, staring shamelessly at their tits while he was schmoozing them. He took out his phone and shoved it at them, presumably asking for their numbers.
Eventually the girls were able to dodge his grabbers and ran off toward the club across the street. He repeated this routine several more times with various groups of girls walking by, even taking out a small bottle of vodka from his back pocket and offering swigs. With each rejection, he’d get angry and presumably cuss out the girls as they hurried off (our cameras didn’t pick up audio but this seemed a reasonable assumption).
I sighed and looked at my buddy.
“Well, I guess I’ll go talk to him.”
I made my way out to the front and approached him just as another group of girls ducked away from him. I called out to him. He turned and stared at me blankly.
“Hey, man, just wanted to let you know that this zone is for loading and unloading. Normally it’s not a big deal to park for a bit but if everyone does it on the weekends, traffic gets backed up pretty bad here.”
The douche looked at his vehicle, then at my badge.
He flipped me off and went across the street, where he was promptly denied entry for dress code violations. He cussed out the bouncer and wandered off down the block. I walked over to his vehicle and saw that it was parked crooked, the rear of the vehicle partially blocking the lane of traffic. Half of his vehicle was in the white zone, the other in the blue zone. I key’d up my radio.
“8million to dispatch.”
“8million, go ahead.”
“Can you call parking enforcement for this vehicle? Lemme know when you’re ready for the plate.”
Fifteen minutes later, the parking officer arrived. He looked at the vehicle and promptly issued a $90 ticket for parking in the white zone and a $900 ticket for parking in the blue zone without a permit.
I thanked the officer and went back inside to have a snack.
A couple hours later, two of the local cops stopped by to say hi. As Officer Morris and his partner walked over, Dispatch radio’d me.
“Hey 8million, is that Jones and Morris?”
“You gonna do what I think you’re gonna do?”
Officer Jones and I lit up our cigarettes as Officer Morris looked on disapprovingly. We all smoked and chatted for a bit, then I casually motioned over my shoulder at the BMW.
“Hey, Jones, check out the parking job on that piece of shit.”
We all walked over to the corner and looked at the vehicle, the two tickets stuck on the windshield flapping in the wind. Officer Morris grabbed one of the tickets, read it over and looked at me.
“What’s the story here?”
I told them what happened and the driver’s response. Officer Jones and Morris looked at each other.
“8million, you got the time?”
“Yeah, it’s… 12:27AM.”
“Well it’s a whole new day now isn’t it?”
Officer Morris proceeded to write another $90 ticket for the white zone, then another $900 ticket for the blue zone. He paused for a moment after finishing the second one.
“Hey Jones, looks like this vehicle is parked more than twelve inches from the curb. What do you think?”
“Sounds about right.”
Officer Morris wrote another ticket for $120 and slapped it on the pile of tickets on the windshield. I shook both officer’s hands and they left to continue their patrols.
The next few hours of my shift went by fairly quickly. Around 5AM, Dispatch scared the hell out of me.
“HEY 8MILLION, ARE YOU STILL ON THAT CALL?”
“Negative, I just finished clearing it.”
“RESPOND TO DISPATCH ASAP.”
I ran down to the surveillance bank, where my coworkers were all gathered and laughing their asses off. Sunday was street cleaning day and the BMW was getting ticketed again by parking enforcement.
After that, we all stopped by Dispatch every 5-10 minutes to see if the owner had returned. Finally, at about 6AM, douchebag came stumbling up the block, looking completely worn out. His formerly-white t-shirt was stained and dirty and it looked like he’d lost at least one fight.
We watched in suspense as he looked at the pile of tickets crammed together on his windshield and slowly removed them. He stood there, pants sagging below his knees, shuffling through each ticket as if he were a toddler with a handful of Pokémon cards.
With a look of abject defeat on his face, he got into his vehicle and drove off. The whole room erupted in laughter and high-fives.
As the laughter died down, I picked up the office phone and started dialing. My coworkers eyed me curiously. I put the call on speaker just as the call connected.
“9-1-1, what is your emergency?”
“Yeah, hi, I’d like to report a possible drunk driver. I have the vehicle and driver description when you’re ready.”
I was the one to reach out to you. I tried to fix what you broke. I tried to give you one more chance. After months of waiting, I still haven’t gotten a response. I wish you would have wanted to talk things out, or at the very least screamed at me, told me it was my fault, spewed hatred at me, or called me stupid for even trying to fix this. At least then, I would have had closure. At least then, I could go to sleep every night thinking, “It wouldn’t have worked out.” But, instead, I got nothing. Just an empty chasm of nothingness. I wish, more than anything, you would’ve just called me back and barraged me with your ballads of hatred, because your silence is so much louder.
Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times.
Word Count: 3.3k
A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!!
“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.
Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”
It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.
“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.
Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”
I would love to se top ten pranks Phichit and Yuuri pulled on each other?
Top Ten Pranks Phichit and Yuuri Pulled On Each Other:
10) Phichit once complained too
much that the Viktor poster Yuuri had up was freaking him out and Yuuri refused
to take it down so Phichit stuck removable googly eyes on it instead to make it
9) The one mentioned in a
previous top ten where Phichit took a video of Yuuri looking very cute while
sleeping before proceeding to chuck a bucket of ice cold water onto him
8) As part of a revenge prank
Yuuri replaced Phichit skates with an identical pair owned by another skater at
the rink that were just a bit too small and watched Phichit suffer the whole
training session after convincing him that it was the same pair and Phichit’s
ankles must just be getting fat
7) Yuuri once stole Phichit’s
phone and got into his Instagram. The day before Phichit had posted a picture
of him looking good captioned ‘I woke up like this’ and Yuuri took and posted a
really awful one of Phichit sleeping and drooling a bit after a long night studying
passed out on his desk and captioned it ‘He didn’t wake up like that
6) Phichit replaced Yuuri’s
workout clothes in his bag without Yuuri noticing until he got to the dance
studio and was too embarrassed to be late by turning back. Since he couldn’t do
a pole dance lesson in jeans he had to do it in booty shorts with ‘are you
nasty’ written across the back. His instructor thought it was hilarious and it actually made
dancing easier than doing it fully clothed so the prank kind of backfired on
Phichit because Yuuri started doing all his lessons in shorts (although not
5) In return for the booty shorts
thing one day, after Phichit had been out to a party the night before even though they had early
morning training the next day, Yuuri stole all his clothes including his sport
clothes and hid them out of the apartment so that Phichit was forced to go to
training in his party clothes. Celestino’s general reaction was ‘Phichit
Chulanont if you think I’m letting you get on the ice in ripped jeans and a
crop top you are very wrong and you are on fitness training for the whole day.’
4) Phichit did the classic ‘replacing
the shampoo with hair dye’ except he did it two days before a big competition
and Yuuri was very close to having to skate in public with bleach blond hair.
This was when Celestino officially banned the prank wars for good
3) Yuuri once stole Phichit ‘King
and the Skater’ DVD and replaced it with a disk containing a compilation of videos of Phichit falling over on the ice. Phichit might have more recordings of Yuuri
decking it but Yuuri had a few good ones too
2) Once Yuuri hit his head really
badly after failing a quad flip and, seeing a perfect opportunity, convinced
Phichit that by hitting his head he had forgotten how to speak English. Phichit
spent the whole day fretting over him and trying to badly google translate
everything Yuuri said and it only ended when Yuuri broke character and started
cracking up that night
1) Once, about a year after
Phichit found out about Yuuri and Viktor, Phichit broke into Yuuri’s locker at
the skate club and turned it into a typical high school crush locker with loads
of pictures and posters of Viktor with little hearts drawn all over them and ‘Yuuri
Nikiforov’ postits and stuff. All the skaters who saw it the next day thought
it was hilarious but then a couple of years later Yuuri and Viktor actually got
together and they wondered if maybe it was a sign
@vivi-ccw Request: “Tony and the reader are close friends and during the situation with the tapes the relationship grows into love? and that Tony is always really protective when someone tries to flirt with her or yeah I don’t know something like that maybe 🙈🙃”
You and Tony had been best friends since you two were only children, which is understandable considering that the two of you were neighbours. Your parents would always bring you over to Mr. and Mrs. Padilla’s house for play dates with their son. Which is how Tony and you became inseparable. You told Tony everything, he was your shoulder to cry, your light in a dark room. Tony was your sun, he brightened up your life and made everything seem more bearable. As long as you had Tony beside you, you could conquer anything.
And right now you really needed Tony, and Tony really needed you. Because Hannah Baker, your friend, one of the sweetest girls that you have ever had the pleasure of meeting, had just killed herself… And you had no idea how to cope with that. You’re not really sure if Tony knew either, but he seemed strong on the outside. He was always so cool and collected that it was hard to depict what he was feeling.
The night Hannah killed herself, you were at Tony’s. The two of you were cuddled up on the couch, watching a horror film. The two of you saw Hannah walk up Tony’s drive way and leave something at his door. But at the time, you thought nothing of it, ‘if it was important, she would’ve knocked, right?’ How wrong you were…
Tony opened the door to pick up the box that Hannah left on his door step, a couple minutes after she left, and the two of you read the note that she left.
Hannah was going to commit suicide.
The minute that you read that, you and Tony rushed outside to his car and sped to the Bakers household. But you were already too late… You saw them drag Hannah’s body out, saw the devastated and heartbroken looks on Mr. and Mrs. Baker’s faces. You felt sick. Knowing that you could have somehow prevent all of this from happening. If you would’ve opened the door when Hannah came to drop of the tapes… She could’ve still been alive right now…
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex (please use protection, kiddos). Swearing. I think that’s it.
Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Loki so I hope it’s good! Let me know what you think!
“Good evening, Loki,” you greeted,
taking your usual seat on one of the couches in the living room. You were
received with silence, just like you had been every day for the past three
weeks. Huffing softly but indignantly, you tucked your legs beneath you,
curling up against the arm of the otherwise empty couch. You dropped your
attention to your book, opening it to where you’d last left off, but you
couldn’t help stealing a few glances at the raven-haired trickster. He sat
elegantly in an armchair that he’d pulled close to the glass wall, staring
pensively into the distance outside.
Thor had brought his brother to the
Tower in hope that the “Earth’s mightiest heroes” would be able to keep him
under their watchful eyes, and maybe even have a good influence on him. So far,
the latter part was futile; Loki hadn’t acted out at all, but he’d done nothing
but brood in silence since he’d gotten here. Although, you could somewhat
understand why—everyone else in the tower was either treating him with a cold
shoulder, or making snide remarks to him in an attempt to rouse him up. You
didn’t really understand what the point of provoking him was. You’d even
attempted to break the ice with him, to no avail.
description: Street racing was your dirty little secret, you could never get enough of the thrill, of the adrenaline that pumped through your veins like a drug. You were used to being the best. The competition would all fall miles behind as you thundered down the empty streets.
But then Jung Hoseok showed up in town, bringing with him an arrogant manner and cocky attitude and you’re soon forced to acknowledge that you aren’t as undefeatable as you’d once believed.
warnings: mentions of alcoholism
For you, street racing had always been an addiction.
You had told yourself it would be a one off thing. After all, it was reckless, irresponsible, dangerous and so very unlike you. You who had been so studious and dedicated your entire life, you who rarely drank and had never even tasted the bitter smoke of a cigarette.
It was hard to remember the first time you did it, you’d been so high on adrenaline that the details of the night all seemed to melt together into a confusing smudge of events. All you knew was that when you had sat behind that wheel after finally being persuaded, when your foot pressed down hard on that accelerator and when you heard the tumultuous sound of the engines roaring, you felt more alive than you ever. Nothing else had mattered, handing in work before the deadlines, wondering how you were going to pay for dinner, fixing the leak in your roof, all those things became so laughably unimportant. Your only objective was to cross that finish line.
It felt better than getting good grades, better than alcohol, better than sex.
Of course, the next morning, like any student with a good reputation, you were desperate to sweep your temporary recklessness under the rug. More than reckless, street racing was completely illegal. You were aware of the risks, you could get fired and kicked out of university, you had already stepped far too close to treacherous territory.
But like all drugs, once you get hooked, despite your better judgement, you always keep coming back and back for more. You constantly chase that elusive feeling, the feeling you got the very first time. So you donned a biker helmet, the kind where even the eye screen was made of blacked out plastic, just to ensure no one would ever figure out who you were, and you gave into the addiction, you let it consume your very being.
And it couldn’t be denied, you were a fucking good racer.
So good in fact, that after about a year of racing, no one could beat you. No one, that is, until Jung Hoseok showed up in town.
things mickey milkovich did for ian gallager:
-gave him kash’s gun back
-stopped robbing the kash and grab
-met him at the kash and grab when he was upset
-got shot bc his ex was a jealous lunatic
-shared cigarettes and beer w him
-didn’t kill his dad even though it put mickey’s own life in grave danger
-beat up anyone who he was sleeping w
-helped him intimidate a pedophile
-waited on him before starting to run from the cops
-helped him train for ROTC
-helped him rob a house
-kissed him just because he asked for it
-got shot AGAIN
-let him stay at mickey’s house when he was in a group home
-made him pizza rolls
-had a movie and beer date night
-jumped on terry’s back to protect him
-got pistol whipped
-“just because im getting hitched doesn’t mean we can’t still bang”
-got married to protect them both
-tried to talk him out of joining the army
-cried for him
-hunted him down in a gay club
-“if you don’t wanna hang out with me, that’s fine”
-told him to call his family
-BROUGHT HIM HOME
-helped him sober up
-went looking for him after svetlana chased him out
-sucked his dick whenever he asked
-made him coffee
-gave him money for breakfast
-contributed to the gallagher household
-“he’s fucking family”
-“he’s staying here. he’s staying with me.”
-stopped him from killing someone
-helped him frame that pastor
-CAME OUT FOR HIM IN FRONT OF THE MAN WHO WOULD KILL MICKEY FOR IT
-tried to get him to get help
-“im worried about you. i love you.”
-visited him in the hospital
-“sorry im late”
-“he’s got me”
-“take your meds bitch”
-agreed to take him on a date
-fought an army guard and only stopped when they drew their guns
-TRIED TO KILL THE PERSON WHO RATTED HIM OUT
-talked to the army so he could come home and not go to prison
-ran a hundred miles an hour to his house when he called and said he was home
-went to prison
-got a tattoo of his name
-broke out of prison just to be with him
things ian gallagher did for mickey milkovich:
-brought him pain and suffering
The first openly gay NHL player can’t be single in Seattle!
Since Eric can’t risk telling anyone he has a boyfriend (especially a closeted NHL-er), his only option is to play along as the Schooners go out of their way to find Eric a boyfriend. This wouldn’t be a problem if his well-meaning teammates didn’t keep trying to introduce him to other closeted players, of which there are more than he would have guessed. Now Eric has to survive a night with Kent Parson.
As the first openly gay player in the NHL, Eric is used to being locker rooms filled with guys bundled up so tight a TSA scanner couldn’t find their genitals; but then there’s stuff like this. Brazen nudity of the ‘I recognize you’re attracted to men, look how cool I am with it’ variety. His new captain leans toward the latter in a way that would make Shitty proud.
“Bittle, we’re going out with a few Aces. You met Kent Parson?”
Mitchell ‘Cricket’ Crocker is pushing 30 and already going gray. He’s also standing in front of Eric’s stall, naked as the day he was born, unconcerned with the fact his junk is at Eric’s eye-level.
Notes: angst(ish), PTSD, fluff, service dogs, isolation, masturbation.
Summary: Bucky’s been going through the motions ever since he got back from his last tour, missing one arm. Then he meets a girl while walking his service-dog Ziva at an ungodly hour. She might be the breath of fresh air he doesn’t know he’s been missing.
A/N: Hi guys! This story is a one shot AU.Hope you enjoy it! x
There’s something -everything- so calming about being outside before the crack of dawn; sure, it’s because Bucky has trouble sleeping and wakes up at four in the morning and is unable to go back to sleep, but, still. It’s like the world is his own for a while. A short while, maybe an hour before the first early birds show their faces, but a while at least. Usually long enough for him to clear his head after another short night of sleep, maybe after being awoken by a nightmare.
Having a reason to go outside, is even better, gives him a sense of purpose; even if his German Shepard, Ziva, usually gives him the stink-eye for waking her so early.
BTS Reaction: Walking In On Their Crush (Reader) Naked
(IDEK IF YOU WANTED IT THIS FUCKING SMUTTY BUT SOME OF THESE CONTAIN MASTURBATION AND JUST ALL AROUND FILTH PLEASE GRAB YOUR BIBLES AND HOLY WATER!!! BECAUSE I NEED JESUS AFTER WRITING THIS.)
You carefully dragged the brush through your slightly damp hair, having just exited the shower. You had planned to finish your makeup and hair before putting clothing on so you were walking around your room naked, not too worried about your roommate Seokjin since he was out with some of his friends. You quietly scrolled through your social medias as you unconsciously brushed your hair.
Ok so the au is pretty intricate so my plan is to do a post for each character’s backstory and then do another post for the plot! I’ll also probably do some miniposts on character relationships in this au that get glossed over- this post will be about Lance
Lance is a son of Aphrodite (and great grandson of a son of Poseidon), Pidge is a daughter of Athena, Keith is a son of Ares, Shiro is a son of Jupiter, Hunk is a son of Demeter, Allura is a daughter of Bellona, and Coran is a centaur (like Chiron)
Ok so the Garrison is a safe house where demigods can go (Roman and Greek) run by older demigods and others (Coran, Alfor, etc.). The Garrison offers academics for demigods, boarding, training, and pretty much everything in between
Alright so I want to delve a little bit into Lance (like i said this will be a bit lance centric before I get into actual plot)
Lance has been there the longest out of almost the entire group (Allura has officially been there the longest, her father was the grandson of Justice and she grew up only ever knowing the Garrison as home)
Lance arrived at the Garrison when he was nine. Lance is the oldest sibling of 7 and he was the only demigod out of them (the poseidon blood in all the kids wasn’t potent so no one had any powers or the like). But because Lance was a full on demigod he kept attracting monsters to his house, and he felt really guilty, so his mom took him to the Garrison where he stays full time (only writing some letters back and forth with his family)
To say he’s homesick is an understatement
At the time of this story he’s 19 and yea he’s got insecurities…
When Lance first arrived to the Garrison he thought things would go great for him, he imagined glory and training to fight monsters… but that didn’t exactly go as planned
Lance was automatically labeled the stereotypical Aphrodite kid and this kind of branded his life there
Lance always tried desperately to break the idea that all Aphrodite kids’ were airheads and only cared about makeup
He studied so hard in his classes, and trained even harder. He brushed off his homesickness and just put in all the effort he could
Yet he was still one of the last picked for capture the flag and even then he was given little responsibility
Sure, he fit a lot of the stereotypes, he was a massive flirt, his pride was his skin care routine, and his saturdays were spent watching rom-coms with his other sibling
But he still was a good demigod- he was an excellent sharpshooter and if anyone let him prove himself instead of brushing him off they too would see his talents
Though the campers will admit that he has an exceptional ability with the pegasi- especially a grayish mare named Blue, who only has one wing and was too scared to let anyone near her before Lance showed up
Then when Lance is thirteen in walks two new demigods- Takashi Shirogane and Keith Kogane
At the time Lance had few friends (other than his siblings) despite his seemingly outgoing personality. He mostly was too afraid that he’d have to leave them like he did his family, so the majority of his time was spent hanging with Coran, creating wild variations of common card games (Allura was also a constant for Lance, she was two years older than him and Coran’s niece, so they ended up forming a brotherly/sisterly bond with one another- which definitely entails Lance braiding Allura’s hair all the time and especially before she goes on a quest)
Shiro was 17 at the time and Keith 13, they had been foster brothers coincidentally and their foster mother may or may not have been a monster in disguise
Lance despises Keith from the start- he’s everything he’s not
Keith is a son of Ares, he barely has to work to match right up to Lance’s fighting abilities that took years of practice and he’s instantly respected by fellow campers
So yea, Lance declares a rivalry on him and Keith is honestly just really confused because he’s barely even had a conversation with the guy ??
Shiro ends up being a bit of a star at camp, being one of the few children of the Big Three
He’s powerful and has especially skill in controlling lightning and storms, Lance immediately looks up to him
And then not even a week into Keith being at the Garrison he gets a quest
AND LANCE IS FLOORED
because he’s been there for four years now ?? and where is his quest at ??
Coran makes sure to calm Lance down a bit and it works mostly, but it still leaves a lasting impression and Lance can’t help think that it means something (maybe he is just a stereotypical Aphrodite kid after all)
Alright so it’s almost a year later after all this, Lance is keeping his rivalry going with Keith, and he’s chilling with Allura, drinking some lemonade playing a card game when he meets a new demigod, Hunk Garrett (son of Demeter)
They’re basically instant best friends (and Coran is a proud dad bc look at his son finally making friends!!)
Hunk is one of the best things to happen to Lance, he reminds Lance of his mom which provides an even greater sense of home to the Garrison
Hunk is the first person that Lance takes to try and befriend wit Blue
It takes awhile but eventually Blue takes a liking to Hunk (especially after he shares his famed oat cookies with her)
Hunk is Lance Protection Squad (you know how Demeter went apeshit on those people that trespassed in her woods- yea thats Hunk when people try to disregard Lance, etc)
The friendship is just really good for both of them and they make an awesome power duo (especially in capture the flag- which no one suspects)
However, there’s this one time when Lance is going through a rough spot. Keith had gotten another quest (Lance still was holding out for his first) and when he came back he was praised by everyone. However, he got injured on it and has to sit out for capture the flag that night. The Ares Cabin reluctantly adds Lance to their team, but ensures that he knows it’s only because Keith is injured
And yea that reinforces a lot of insecurities that Lance was just starting to get over
Hunk tries to console his friend after the game by bringing him some comfort food, but Lance just snaps at him and tells him to throw it all out- he doesn’t want it, and Hunk does just that
Lance is shocked
Hunk is shocked (he would never waste his food)
And that’s how it was found out that Lancecould charmspeak
Lance immediately apologized, he felt awful for snapping at Hunk and even worse for forcing him into something. Lance and Hunk come to an agreement not to tell anyone about it, but it terrifies Lance. He hates that his voice can make someone go against their will (he makes sure to never give anyone orders)
Then just a couple months after Hunk arrives, so does a new demigod, Pidge Gunderson, child of Athena
For some reason Lance just has this overwhelming feeling that he has to be friends with this little shit
To say Pidge is unwelcoming to the idea was a major understatement
But eventually Hunk and Lance grew on Pidge
They became known as a trio, never separating from each other
They were each other’s best friends for nearly five years when a great prophecy was given
It called for six demigods
apparently, there had been an underground resistance group composed of gods and demigods that wanted to overthrow Olympus
they were known as the Gods Allegiance to the Lesser Revered Authorities, or GALRA for short
So Lance finally got his wish to go on this quest and three of his best friends were going with him and so was his hero! But then there were the downsides… like the imminent death of the whole thing
And the worst of all- spending an indefinite time with Keith Kogane
I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifteen
Summary: You make your singing debut at Jailbreak, but the performance high doesn’t last long as your hormones start to mess with your relationships. Words: 3.4k Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ Warnings: angst, aggressive confrontations, physical violence Beta: @blacksiren
The rest of the convention ran smoothly. You didn’t have any more solo (or, supposedly solo) panels, and you and Jared got through your duo without raising suspicions.
For some reason, Jared was completely off of everyone’s radar when it came to who might be your baby daddy, but that didn’t mean you could afford to give anybody a reason to suspect him. You still had to be careful.
A thing you probably don’t know about me is that sometimes I get in this mood where I don’t want to do anything but spend every spare moment binge-watching House, M.D. for several days at a time. I was on ep 2.15, “Clueless,” AKA that one where Wilson crashes at House’s place for a while, when inspiration struck and this Sterek drabble happened. Or… It’s almost 2k words, so maybe it’s a bit more than a drabble, BUT it’s still a drabble in spirit. (Rated T.)
It’s almost midnight when Derek finally shoulders on his coat, locks his office door, and steps out, only to spot Stiles crouched in front of the vending machine at the end of the hall, whacking the glass with the heel of his palm and muttering darkly.
Derek can’t just ignore him; he never can. (It’s a bit of a problem, and everyone in the hospital seems to know it, except for Stiles.) Before he knows it, he’s changed tracks and walked right over. “What are you still doing here?”
Stiles sits back on his heels to look up at him. “Bob ate my dollar and I’m feeling petty so I’m trying to get it back.”
“Bob?” Derek asks, a split second before he remembers that Stiles named the vending machine. It’s just this kind of thing that makes Derek feel guilty for sometimes looking at Stiles’ mouth a little too long, or pausing to let his eyes follow Stiles’ progress down the hall. Stiles isn’t a kid or anything, but he’s still only 26 to Derek’s 32, and he’s still got a year of residency to go. A lot of times, like when he’s jamming out to his iPod while he looks over lab work or doing stupid stuff like naming the vending machines, he seems to Derek more like a college kid than a grown man with a medical license and a house and a girlfriend.
Stiles goes back to hitting the vending machine, and Derek remembers why he originally came over here. “Didn’t your shift end at 7?”
Stiles smirks up at him, and Derek tries very, very hard not to imagine him making that same face in certain… other contexts. “What, you got my schedule memorized now, Dr. Hale? I’m flattered.”
It would make Derek’s life a lot easier if so much of what Stiles said didn’t come out sounding so flirtatious. Derek crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re deflecting.”
Fanfic Request: You and Gaston happily married with children (all the romantic fluffiness!).
i told myself i needed to write a fic BUT I WAS LIKE “HEADCANONS INSTEAD”
Living in the countryside away from the hustle bustle of village life. Probably a simple far, a place where Gaston can clear his head and be himself without having to worry or put up a facade for others. He loves it really, and he wouldn’t ask for anything else.
A place where he can literally put his feet up (You only rub them when you feel like it, he doesn’t actually pressure you to do it). A place where he can enjoy a beer in silence. A place where he can think and be with the things that matter to him.
The two of you are always up early enough to watch the sun rise. Imagine sitting beside Gaston, watching the sky change color in front of you. He wraps his arms around you and tugs you closer. A small kiss is placed to your forehead. A few more minutes before your children wake up, he thinks. That’s all he needed. Was a few more minutes alone with you in quiet and peace.
Imagine the two of you being lucky enough to have a boy and a girl.
Gaston loves them so freaking much, and actually, they look a lot like him. Dark hair(thick hair), same skin tone and they both happen to have his stubbornness. (Which can cause problems sometimes.) Gaston actually fights you on this sometimes(Playfully) and tells you that they look a lot more like you, “I can see your smile in theirs when they laugh”. Rolling your eyes teasingly, you kiss his lips softly and whisper, “You old romantic.”
Imagine him tangling flowers into his daughters hair after she asks him to do it. He knows he’s not good at it but he still tries. She gives him a warm kiss to his cheek when he finishes and she scurries off to show you. “Momma, momma look what papa did!!” You look down at her, smiling brightly, “It’s so pretty.” You brush a stray hair out of her face, “Your papa is so good at that, huh? He puts them in my hair too.” She nods happily and looks back at Gaston with an even wider smile. He feels his heart melt.
She probably convinces him to let her put flowers in his hair too. Just imagine that. She looks at him sternly, grasps the sides of his face and brings his head down enough so she can reach his hair. You’re standing off to the side, watching him with your son in your lap. Laughing quietly, you urge her to continue. Gaston gives you a playful glare. “I hope those are purple flowers. Purple is a good color for me.” He says to his daughter with a small laugh. Your son joins in eventually and he starts putting flowers in Gaston’s hair, coordinating with his sister as to what color he needed.
Imagine Gaston taking his son hunting. But, while preparing, his daughter comes up and asks if she can come as well. After talking to you, and you agreeing, he takes both of them with him. Imagine his son holding onto the back of Gaston’s jacket and holding his sisters hand while they track. Both of them are super invested.
Imagine them coming back and your son is literally about to bounce off the walls because he actually managed to shoot a duck. Your daughter is resting on Gaston’s shoulders as she got tired on the way home. You take her carefully, rocking her back to sleep as she stirred with the movement as Gaston places a gentle kiss to your cheek before beaming proudly. “He’s going to be a good hunter, just like his father.” He looks at your son, still going on and on about what he had done. You see his father in his personality.
Gaston tells them about his time during the War before bedtime. Says it’s their bedtime story. You usually sit and listen.
“When I was younger,” He pauses and reflects, “much younger….”
Your son gets so excited hearing about it because wow, his father was a hero.
Your daughter on the other hand, likes the ending when Gaston explains how he met you and how he fell in love with you after the War and how you bring out the best in him and how much he really does love you and them.
“Your mother was so…” He has to think about his word choice, “Beautiful… Gorgeous… She swept me away and hasn’t let me life a day without her beauty ever since.”
Monitoring your PDA because your kids do not appreciate it when you kiss each other in front of them.
Your son pretends to gag and your daughter yelling at you to “STOP KISSING.”
Sufficing on gazes, small kisses to the cheek and Gaston wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer until the kids are put to bed.
I was about to say ‘don’t get me started on domestic Gaston’ but get me started please.
Absolutely a man who tries to cook you breakfast for your birthday but almost burns down the entire house. He just doesn’t cook often enough to know. He ends up getting help from the kids, and things turn out okay. (He only burned it a little).
Probably tries to do the dishes here and there too(Especially when he’s sucking up to you). Always tells you, “That’s a really good workout for your arms. I’m surprised they’re not as big as mine.” You roll your eyes, flexing your arm teasingly. “Aren’t they?”
You asking him to help you with cleaning the house and doing the laundry, and for a second he looks at you like “who do you think you’re talking to?” but the glare you give him back gets him to agree and he ends up helping the kids take the laundry outside to dry.
Gaston lifting up your daughter as she pins clothes to the line to dry. Your son tugs on his shirt, begging to be picked up too.
When you go out to check on them, the basket of laundry is still sitting there and Gaston is on his back, the two kids on top of him. They’re all laughing. Gaston catches eyes with you, “They’ve got me pinned, (Name). I can’t move!”
It’s late at night and the two of you had just put the kids to sleep after what seemed like hours of wrestling them into bed in the first place. You sigh softly, gazing at your love before making your way to the kitchen to clean and put away dishes before bed. Gaston looks at his children a few seconds longer before following you. Leaning against the doorway between the kitchen and living space, he smiles slightly, “I know I told you that two children were enough for me, but have you ever thought…?” “About having another one?” You asked, finishing his sentence. Tilting your head to the side, you could feel the heat hit your face. “I wouldn’t mind… three more even.” He smirks softly, making his way towards you. Kissing the back of your neck and then the shell of your ear, he murmurs to you, “Three? A bit too eager, are you?”
MMMM BOI I HOPE THOSE WERE OKAY. if you liked them, i can make more! Thank you for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated!
billdip coffeeshop AU where Dipper, an amateur paranormal investigator, hears about a (supposedly) haunted cafe and decides to check it out. the owner (and only employee, it seems) is Bill, who confirms that the cafe is just what Dipper has been looking for: flickering lights, sinks backing up, objects moving with no explanation.
the disturbances are bad for business, so Bill hires Dipper on the spot to investigate the building. Dipper takes the job—not just because it’s been a while since his last paying gig, but because the smiling barista hands him a coffee and seems perfectly interested in what Dipper has to say about paranormal investigation.
Dipper returns to the cafe several times to work, to research and sweep the premises and to cleanse the place. he never stays more than a few hours, at first. he has to get back to his sister, he tells Bill, which is true. Bill, as weird as he seems, stuffs him with free coffee and pastries, which are beyond delicious. the cafe is dark and quiet, and Bill might be a kind of a weirdo but he’s good conversation, even if he looks at Dipper with an expression Dipper isn’t sure about, kind of like Bill is flirting with him, kind of like Bill wants to eat him. maybe both.
but one night Dipper stays late, after Bill has already turned the sign and locked the door. he keeps giving Dipper tea and scones, and Dipper starts to kind of feel like he never wants to leave, so long as Bill keeps feeding him. they’re sitting very close together, one moment, and the next moment there’s a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down. Dipper can’t tell when his visits stopped being about the job, and started being about this.
he doesn’t stay the night, though. “Can’t,” he says, pushing Bill’s weight off him regretfully; Bill moves without much effort on Dipper’s part. “I’ve got to get back to my sister. She’ll worry.” Bill watches him leave without a word, and as Dipper walks down the dark sidewalk, away from the cafe, he can still taste the tea on his tongue.
anyway, it turns out that the cafe isn’t just haunted, it’s a gateway to the other side, and Bill is the supernatural disturbance Dipper has been trying to pinpoint this entire time—but when he returns to the cafe after he’s figured it all out, it’s vanished. the building still stands, but it’s a hollow, rotted mess inside, like it’s been abandoned for years.