my love for this team can't be put into words or anything

  • Jaune, walking around a Mistral market, examining fruit: Huh...not bad pri-
  • Jaune, cutting himself off with a dropped jaw, watching long red hair walk along the road behind the stall he's at: can't be...
  • Jaune, puts down the fruit and charges down the market line, keeping pace with the red headed woman, finally cutting over onto the road she was walking along, panting out of breath: Is it really you?
  • Red headed woman, who Jaune realizes is much older than who he hoped it was: Are you okay young man?
  • Jaune, standing up straight, his face saddened: S-sorry...I thought you were someone I know...
  • The older red headed woman's eyes light up, she grabs hold of Jaune's hand: You!! Oh she was certainly right, you're very noticeable! And handsome too, oh so handsome.
  • Jaune, awkwardly looks around: Ummm...who? Who was right?
  • Red headed woman, flustered and takes her hand back: Oh goodness, I'm so sorry! I should have introduced myself before. I'm Pyrrha's mother. She told me so much about you in her letters. It was the closest thing to physically seeing her fall in love for the first time.
  • Jaune, frozen in his place, forcing himself to speak, trying not to give away any sense of pain or sadness: O-oh...I'm glad to hear it.
  • The older woman looks at his oddly, then looks around: But why are you here in Mistral? Shouldn't you be in Vale helping with reconstruction?
  • Jaune, at a loss of words: Well, see.
  • Red headed woman, with a smile: Ah, regardless, where's my daughter? Her letters have stopped recently, but now I know it's because she was on the road with you! I haven't seen her in so long, I'll cook you both something wonderful!
  • Jaune, unable to hold back anything, tears now streaming down his face, collapsing to the ground: Oh....oh no...
The Fateful Double Lines (Spencer x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! So I have an imagine idea that I want to write and a series I want to start so as of right now my requests are closed ☹️ but if you have ideas keep them in the notes and I will write them soon!
Warnings: none?
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: having problems conceiving until they make it and found out about it unexpectedly
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: reader is apart of the BAU Team and her and Hotch goes in to a jail to talk to…
You sat on the toilet with your head in your hands, waiting for the two little lines to pop up.
You waited and waited, throwing it away as it only presented the one.
You felt a lump in your throat, ready to give up.
You and Spencer have been trying to get pregnant since your honeymoon night, which was almost a year now and nothing has happened.
And you two get it on fairly often, but this time, you were almost positive the second line would show up but just like the countless other times it had remained negative.
You wiped the tears from your cheeks and exited the bathroom to join your husband on the couch to resume movie night.
You sat down and he put his arm around you.
“Alright I’m trying to decide from… are you okay darling?” He asked facing his whole body towards you.
“How long… has it been since our honeymoon?” You said tears threatening to spill from your eyes again.
“10 months and 13 days why?” He asked sitting criss cross in front of you, holding your hands in his.
“That’s how long we have been trying. Spencer… why can’t I give you the most important thing a woman can do for a man? Why can’t I give you a child? Is there something wrong with me?” You asked, sobs escaping your mouth after the ramble.
“No no Y/N darling there isn’t anything wrong with you.” He said lost of words.
“Then why? I know how much you want a child Spencer. I-I can't… I can only give you so much happiness…”
“Stop right there. Are you really upset because you think you don’t make me happy?” He asked looking into your eyes.
You broke down and he hugged you in his arms.
“Y/N young couples take a little while to get pregnant okay? That’s statistics okay? There isn’t anything wrong with you and every living second I’m with you makes me so happy so don’t think that you don’t make me happy. You make me the happiest man alive when I wake up to see your beautiful face and hear your precious laugh.” He said cuddling you and stroking your hair.
His words made you feel a lot better, but you still don’t understand.
You know lots of friends who got pregnant at a young age and it only took two times.
You decided to try to let it go and enjoy the time with your beloved husband.
A lot later that night, you woke up with a major snack craving, which is normal for you.
You tiptoed into the kitchen and ate a few crackers before you suddenly felt nauseous.
You ran to the bathroom and unexpectedly threw up into the toilet.
You heard rushed footsteps run down the hall and then Spencer rush through the door.
He carefully held your hair back as you threw up once more, leaving the gross acidic taste in your mouth.
“Are you okay?” He asked rubbing your back.
You nodded tiredly and flushed the toilet.
“I’m going to make you some ginger tea to ease your nausea. Did you eat anything odd earlier?” He asked helping you stand up.
“No I don’t think so.” You replied, thinking of the probabilities of getting the flu.
It is fall after all.
You followed Spencer out of the bathroom but stopped when an idea popped into your head.
You went back into the bathroom and closed the door.
You grabbed another pregnancy test from under the sink and held it in your hand.
“Please. I just want a child. A healthy child that I can see grow and love and cherish.” You whispered as you conducted the test.
Once you were done with your business, you waited for the test to most likely turn negative.
But as you glanced over at it, you saw a faint second line start to appear.
You held it in your hand as your heart stopped in its tracks.
You didn’t think you could pee anymore but sure enough there was more in you to double check.
Sure enough the second one was positive as well.
You jumped up and down in excitement as you rushed out of the bathroom at 3 o'clock in the morning.
“Spencer!” You said standing with the test in your hand.
He looked down and you saw a sparkle of hope gleam in his tired eyes.
“I’m pregnant.” You said as he ran to you and picked you up and spun you around.
“I’m so glad! Not only for the child but I hate seeing you worry like how you were earlier.” He said stroking your hair.
“I love you so much and… I still can’t believe we are going to be having a child.” You said hugging him again after kissing him on the lips.
“Me neither.” He said hugging you tightly.

Criminal Minds Headcanons/Character Descriptions
  • Emily Prentiss: not-so-secretly a spy, pretends to be past her emo phase- is actually still really emo, speaks 458379803854 languages, lowkey ninja, super chill, the older sister, drives with the windows down, straight up eats ice cubes for no reason, listens to emo music in her room, quiet in a loud sort of way, her laugh is actual magic, wears too much black to be considered healthy, always just a little bit angry, really bad at being the designated driver (always ends up being the most drunk), always up for a good party, cats are her spirit animal, deepest desire is to be a crazy cat lady, knows how to hold her licquor freakishly well, turns 21 every year, cooler than everybody else
  • JJ: eats cheetos like oxygen, little sister/middle child, hair is always perfect, can eat all the junk food she wants without gaining any weight, can kill you with his ninja hands, smells really nice, somehow knows everybody's secrets, good listener, smiles a lot, just really wants to fall in love one day, the popular cheerleader that everybody actually likes, listens to indie music, never not fabulous, wants to have a ton of kids, brings home strays without telling anyone, always the first to volunteer to take care of the class pet
  • Penelope Garcia: that weird neighbor kid that's just always around, nicknamed "the baking grandma" because of the inexplicable way she has of always having baked goods on hand, "Garcia's the name, and witty comebacks are my game", perfect ray of sunshine, an actual human rainbow, everybody has to have at least one pefectly peculiar nickname, will kill you with her ninja-hugs, has a gigantically beautiful sparkling smile, bright pink lipstick, wears too many colors at once, really good at helping you through a breakup, butterscotches in her purse, might be a grandma, computer nerd, can beat anybody at video games, afraid of guns, tries to be tough but doesn't know how, would wear pure glitter if she could, doesn't have a favorite color because if she chose then she would feel bad for all the other colors (it's actually pink)
  • Hotch: the undeniable dad, loves everybody equally, shows people love without words, you know you're in trouble when he gives you one of his famous "hotch glares", only really laughs when he's with the people he loves, his smile will make your knees weak, likes to spoon, strong and silent type, always wears suits for no reason, works too much, secretly a sinnamon bun, will kill you if you mess with the people he loves, cares too much, the proud dad, shows up to ALL recitals and shows, equally passionate and compassionate, crazy good at his job, nobody knows his secrets, secretly amazing at throwing surprise parties, can not bake to save his life, his smile is like the moon and the stars combined, tries to make dad jokes and fails
  • Spencer Reid: king of the dorks, the precious little brother, must be protected at all costs, obsessed with Halloween, plans Halloween an actual year ahead of time, drinks coffee through an IV, book worm, facts, books make him feel safe, refuses to play video games, thinks he's tough but is actually a precious cinnamon bun, owns too many sweaters, purple is definitely his favorite color, apologizes too much, drinks a lot of water, lost count of the number of PhDs he has a long time ago, awkward, never knows what to say, bad social skills, social anxiety, chess tournaments make him happy, eats a lot of cake, owns a scooter
  • Derek Morgan: the amazing big brother, looks out for everyone else before himself, kicks the bullies in the nuts, burgers and fries all the time, captain of the football team but also organizes fundraisers for the needy, likes working out, shovels neighbors' sidewalks/ mows neighbors' lawns without asking, loves and appreciates dogs, lowkey believes that cats are the anti-christ, helps old people cross the street, grocery store runs are always his job, goes on long bike rides just to think
  • David Rossi: aka Captain Sass, the weird uncle, nosy but he's rich so it's okay, DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO STAY IN HIS LANE, always offers to babysit but he has no idea how children work, has so many stories that just can't be true but actually are, thinks he's cool and hip- might actually be but tbd still, somehow knows all, shows up at random times, can cook REALLY REALLY WELL, super Italian, thrives on pasta
  • Jason Gideon: crazy bird guy that lives across the street, makes pecan squares that he thinks are amazing but actually aren't, secretly paints in his basement (like Bob Ross-level paintings), people watches from his front window, awkward pats on the back, doesn't always understand social cues, throws A+ garage sales, yells at other people for not raking the leaves off their lawn in the fall, raises chickens without telling anyone
  • Elle Greenaway: can stab you with a knife, a gun, a chainsaw, and a machete all at the same time, mean older sister, WILL call you on your shit, thinks about death too much, everybody is afraid of her, skipped the emo phase, somehow came out of the womb a traumatized adult, 100% feminist, steals your food when you're not looking, doesn't like hugs, says it like it is, wears a lot of necklaces, confusing, has a thing for a guy in a uniform
  • Kate Callahan: has a lot of friends, seems really badass until she starts gushing about baby animals, volunteers at animal shelters, sorority sister, infinitely loyal, loves everybody until she hates them, knows how to appreciate the simple things, 5'2" of rage and fury and love, pure emotion, loves to cuddle, sometimes people confuse her, just wants to make the world a better place, hates vegetables but eats them anyway, drinks a lot of chocolate milk
  • Alex Blake: reads a lot, blue is her favorite color, went to college earlier than normal, a beautiful nerd, a rare species, deserves the world but gets a cup of coffee instead, underestimated, knows how and when to pull out the sass, ends up being the babysitter on all occasions, more mature than she should be, extremely level-headed, knows how to read between the lines really well, accepts everything thrown her way, underappreciated, needs to be told she's loved more often, breakfast is her favorite meal of the day, makes a lot of sandwiches for no reason at all
  • Tara Lewis: the cousin that everybody always forgets about, gets left behind on family outings and everybody has to go back to get her- she's strangely okay with it, just wants some kettle corn or cotton candy, puts ketchup on everything, shows up at colleges she's never been to just to party, okay with anything as long as she has a say, will talk to anybody, likes getting to know people, would totally speed-date, likes to watch old stand-up comedy and slam poetry videos on YouTube
  • Erin Strauss: won't admit that she's the mom, proud of all her children, owns 8 million sweatshirts from her alma mater that she constantly wears, kinda lonely but will never admit it, hates cooking with a passion, loves wine a little too much, seriously appreciates a good towel, would sell her soul for a massage

I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 27

Summary: Revenge is sweet.

Note: Violence. Torture. Blood. Beginnings of smut.


“She was a monster, but she was my monster.” - Jeanette Winterson

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” - Friedrich Nietzsche


You followed behind Negan as best as you as he lead the way down to the cells.
Your leg was still bothering you, but you were managing to brush the pain off, not wanting to fall behind and have Negan get annoyed with you because you couldn’t keep up.
Ocassionally, he would slow down, looking back to make sure you were still close behind him with an expressionless look on his face.

You made sure you kept up with him the rest of the way.
Once you got down to the familiar corridor, you saw Dwight standing.outisde of the door, guarding it.

“Open that fucker up.” Negan said pointing Lucille at the door to the small room Randy was in.

Dwight nodded and took a ring of keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door.

“Dwight, why don’t you go check on Daryl. I’m sure he could be put to some fuckin’ use today.” Negan said motioning his head towards the outside door.

Dwight looked to you then back and Negan, “Sure, boss.” He said as he headed for the door.

You walked up the the door next to Negan, getting eager to go in, “Well?” You asked, looking back to him.

Negan smirked and put his hand on the doorknob, “Relax, darlin’. That fucker isn’t going anywhere. Besides, before I fuckin’ forget, I have something of yours.”

“What?” You said curiously as you looked back at him.

He adjusted Lucille on his shoulder as he looked at you and reached a hand down into the waistband of his pants.
You sighed and started to roll your eyes at him, thinking he was about to be very innapropriate, “Negan..”

He chucked and shook his head, “Trust me darlin’, I fuckin’ wish it was that, but it’s not.” He said as he pulled out a gun, handing it over to you, “I think this sweet ass eagle belongs to you.”

You took it from his hands, smiling as you bit your lip, looking down at the desert eagle.
You were happy to have it back, it was your prized possession.
This gun was to you as Lucille was to Negan.

“Fuck. You found it?” You said happily, pulling out the magazine to see it was loaded.

Negan nodded, “Yeah, it was found when the boys emptied the goddamn camp of supplies.”

“Glad it was found. Figured i’d never see it again.” You said, sticking it down into your own waistband.

Negan bit his lip as he looked you up and down, “Gotta fuckin’ say I’m glad to see it back. Seeing you with a weapon makes it hard to not wanna fuck you.” He said as he walked up closer to you, looking down at you.

You looked back up to him with a smirk as he backed you up into the wall.

“Damn, I didn’t know that’s all it took.” You smiled.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ take much at all for me to wanna fuck your brains out, darlin’.” He growled seductively, licking his lips.

You could feel your body temperature rise at his words, and you took in a deep breathe as you were getting turned on my his intimidating presence over you.
You both stared at each other, the sexual tension was was always obvious between the both of you.
It had become a normal thing between the two of you.

He had a dark look in his eyes and a seductive smirk on his face.
And you always knew that when he gave you that look, he wanted to throw you down and screw you until you couldn’t stand.
You bit your lip, and made yourself snap out of your lustful staring contest with him.

You turned your head to the door, “We going in?”

He cleared his throat and backed up, putting his hand on the doorknob again, “You fuckin’ ready for this, darlin’?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” You said plainly as you shifted your eyes to him.

He licked his lips, giving you a wink as he pushed the door open and walked in first, turning on the light to the room.

“Rise and fuckin’ shine, asshole.” Negan taunted with a proud smile as he prowled into the room, much like the way a wold does when it stalks it’s prey.

But you always found that to be sexy about Negan, he could command a room without talking. Simple movement he did coukd strike fear into the hearts of people, but all it did for you was make you want him even more.

You walked in behind him and saw Randy sitting on the ground, his knees were brought up to his chest and he had been stripped of his clothes.
He had a chain around his midsection and neck, you could tell they were cutting into him.
You smiled to yourself, now he was experiencing what you had to go through.
You knew this had to be Negan’s idea, he wanted Randy to suffer like you had, but Negan wanted to make it ten times worse on him, and you had no complaints over that.

He looked up at the both of you, his face swollen and almost unrecognizable.
It seemed that Negan had found a way to get his anger out.
Negan gave him a menacing smile as he stood over him, and Randy didn’t dare speak a word.

“Figured I’d bring the lovely wife in here for a little fuckin visit.” Negan smiled, as he stood over him.

Randy blinked and looked over to you evily, “How’s that leg, sweetheart?”

You gritted your teeth and limped forward to face him.
He smiled as he saw the damage that he and Mark caused.
Negan seeing this, gave him a swift kick to the stomach, making Randy bend over, sucking in a pained breathe.

“I wouldn’t fuckin’ find it amusing if I were you, you little prick.” Negan growled, leaning over him, holding Lucille behind him.

You smirked, “It’s cool, Negan.”

He looked back to you with a scowl on his face, “Not in my fuckin’ book, darlin’.”

You nodded and approached Randy closer as he lifted his head up to you, “Bitch, you should be dead.”

Negan tightened his grip on Lucille as he towered over Randy, you held a hand out to him, signaling him not to do anything.
He let out a grunt as he looked over to you, and shook his head, not wanting to back down, but doing it anyway.

“Yeah, I probably would be dead if someone more qualified tried to kill me.
You’re a fuckin’ pussy.” You said, looking down at him.

He smiled and leaned back against the wall, “Pussy.. That’s funny, last time I checked I was almost inside yours.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and suddenly lifted your good leg up and slammed your boot down into his bare crotch.
He let out a loud gasp and clenched his jaw and squirmed, trying to get you off of him.
Negan laughed and clapped his hands on Lucille.

“Goddamn, look at her!” He praised you as he leaned back against the wall.

“You’re such a fucking cunt!” Randy said through gritted teeth.

“Maybe I am. What’s wrong, you don’t like this? Do you feel violated, Randy?” You asked, giving him a sinister smile.

You were starting to feel the familiar urge to see some blood.
You reached down to pull your gun from your waistband and finally pulled your foot off him.
Randy grabbed onto himself tightly and made more groans of pains before he looked up to you with the gun.

“So what, you’re gonna kill me?” He growled in a pained voice.

You cooked the gun and shook your head slowly, “With this gun? No.”

You aimed it at his leg and let out a shot.

The sound of it range out loudly through the room, making your ears ring, but you didn’t pay it much attention.
Randy screamed and grabbed onto his leg as the blood began to pour out.

“SHIT! BITCH!” He bellowed out, gripping his leg tightly.

Negan walked up to you, rubbing one of his ears and smiled, “Shit darlin’, you could have gave me a goddamn fuckin’ warning.”

“Here’s your warning.” You said quickly as you pulled the trigger, shooting Randy in his other leg.

His screams of pain were even louder now as he rocked back and forth, knocking his head into the walk and cursed you each time he did.
You smiled in satisfaction, torturing someone who had caused you so much pain was becoming an amazing feeling.
You almost understood why Negan did such things.

Negan smiled as he licked his lips and gripped your shoulder, “Damn. You see this shit, Randy?”

Randy didn’t pay any attention, he was beginning to panic with the blood pooling on the floor, and he breathed heavily.
Negan grimaced and reached down to grab him by the face, “I said do you fuckin’ see this shit, motherfucker?!”

Randy nodded violently as Negan had a tight grip on his face, digging his fingers into his already black eye.

“Good. You should fuckin’ watch, I know you can definitely fuckin’ feel this goddamn shit. I know I’m enjoying the fuck out of watching her fuck your world up.” Negan spat, as he pushed Randy’s head violently against the wall.

Negan backed up and slung Lucille over his shoulder, “This is what the fuck happens when you disobey every goddamn rule that has been fuckin’ set in place. You’re gonna fuckin’ pay for everything you’ve done and especially for the shit you’ve done to her.” He said as he clenched his jaw, pointing to you.

You walked over to Negan and put your hands on his chest and he looked back down at you, licking his lips, “ Yes, babydoll?”

You bit your lip, “I need to borrow something of yours.”

You ran your hands down his chest, he smirked as your hands got lower.
You felt the cool leather of his jacket under your fingertips.
You could hear Randy still breathing heavily behind you, gasping for air.
Your got down to Negan’s belt and ran a hand across it to side.

Negan bit his lip, keeping his eyes on you.
You smiled back up to him as your hand reached the handle of the large hunting knife Negan always kept at his side.
You pulled it slowly out of the sheath and Negan breathed in as he watched you, you could tell liked watching you be so ruthless.

“I’ll give it back.” You said in a low tone.

“Take all the fuckin’ time you want.” He said, cutting his eyes to you.

You turned back to Randy and kneeled down, ignoring the pain in your leg as you did so.
His eyes met your and they were glossy and pupils were dilated from the trauma.

You smiled at him.

“I really hope you don’t want me to feel sorry for you.” You said, rolling your eyes, gripping onto the knife.

“Go fuck yourself.” He grunted, trying to spit at you, like you had done him.

You dodged it just in time and nodded your head as you kept looking at him.
You gripped the knife tight and sighed before plunging it between his legs.
The next set of screams that came from his mouth were nothing like the ones from earlier, they were almost primal as he writhed against the wall.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” Negan called out in surprise, you could tell that was something he never expected, as he leaned against the wall letting out a laugh, “Never have I fuckin’ ever seen any shit quite like that.”

You plunged the knife in deeper and Randy could barely move he was frozen where he was, in total shock.
Blood was pouring all over the floor now as Randy gasped uncontrollably.

“Does that hurt? Because I hope it does.” You said, as you spit on him.

You pulled the knife out of him and he screamed even more as it continued cutting him, once it was out you used his leg to wipe off the blood from it.
You tried to stand up as best you could and Negan took a hand under your arm to help pull you the rest of the way up.

“Fuck darlin’, I think you nearly cut his goddamn dick off.” Negan said with a playful sneer as he pointed to Randy with the bat.

“Good enough.” You said as you stuck the back into the sheath on his side, “I’m done. Are you gonna a let him bleed out or what?”

He shook his head, “Fuck no. Lucille wants a turn. She’s fuckin’ thirsty today.” He said holding the bat up to his face.

You smiled and backed up in the other side of the wall, you had seen how violently Negan used Lucille, so you knew to give him as much space as needed.
Randy was still managing to hang on, but seemed to be getting weak, so Negan had to make his move quick, and he did waste any time.

He stood of Randy with a wicked smiled, “This might fuckin’ hurt.” He said happily as he raised Lucille and brought her down on his head with a great force.

You had never sent him put that much force into a blow from Lucille.
Negan began to get angry all over again as he based Randy’s head in, his skull splitting open to reveal the insides.
The crossed your arms against the wall, there had been times where it had been somewhat hard to watch Negan use lucille, but this wasn’t on of those times, you watched with complete interest, but after what this man had done to you and what he wanted to do to Negan, it actually made you happy to see him have such a horrible demise.
If anybody every deserved this kind of treatment, it was him.

After about 20 rage filled blows, Negan finally quit, he backed of him, grunting and sweaty.
He slicked his now messy hair back with a bloody hand and breathed heavy, putting Lucille on his shlukder, he turned to you and you both locked in a stare.
It was weird, but you coukd feel that usual sexual,tension reach a peek, you both stared at each other, breathing heavily.
You balled you fist as you looked back at him, filled with lust and he stared back in the same manner.
It was a scenario that shouldn’t have turned either of you on, but it did.

Negan rushed up to you, pushing you back against the wall, pushing his lips into yours and sticking his tongue in your mouth as you bit back at him, kissing eachother roughly, he grabbed the side of your face - a little too roughly- but you didn’t care. It was beginning to feel good.
He bit at your lip, letting his free hand, roam over your body before it found the edge of your shirt and he began to go under your shirt, feeling the warmness of his skin on yours made small moan escape your lips.

He grunted and pulled back to look at you, “Fuckin’ follow me, now.” He said in a seductive growl.

You nodded obidiently, and followed behind him out of the room, you made sure to close the door, leaving the bloody mess behind and out of tour thoughts.

“What about that mess?” You said, looking at him as he had a grip on your shoukder, pulling you with him.
You had forgotten about your leg and could still feel the pain, but not wanting to fall behind.

“Fuck it. It’s Dwight’s. That’s not what’s on my goddamn mind right now.” He growled again, shifting his eyes to you, roaming over your body.

He took you back out into the yard and over to the armory storage where all the weapons were kept, he pushed the door open to it, where a few of the men were putting new weapons away, they all looked to Negan and started to kneel as they saw him.

“Get the fuck out.” Negan said in a hasty tone, gripping onto your shoulder.

“But we haven’t finished.” One of them men protested, putting a gun away.

Negan walked in and narrowed his eyes, “I said your down for fuckin’ now. Now get the fuck out of my goddamn inventory.”

The man nodded quickly and he and the other men left the room fast.
Negan slammed the door shit and put Lucille on one of the shakes before lifting you up onto a table in the middle of the room, spreading your legs to get himself between them as he pulled onto your short, planting rough kisses onto your nwck, you ripped his jacket off his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex each time he moved. You bit your lip as he ran his tongue lightly over the spot on your neck where the chain had bruised you, it felt amazing.
You groaned as he ran a hand under your shirt and you placed a hand on his chest.

“Negan, literally everyone will probably hear this.” You said, stopping him momentarily.

He breathed and licked his lips, “Then try to be fuckin’ quiet, darlin’. But shit, I fuckin’ love hearing those fuckin’ moans you make, and that they know I’m fuckin’ the hell out of you.” He grolwed, crashing his lips to yours.

“Fuck it.” You rolled your eyes playfully, and pulled him closer to you.

“That’s my goddamn girl.” He growled back.



*still having tag problems with some of your names*

Cuddle Buddy

Summary: The boys pick a motel with a bad heating system, so you get in bed with Dean to warm up – not knowing that he’s got the hots for you. 
Word Count: 230
A/N: This is just a little something I needed to get out of my brain, and wanted to share with all you lovelies. 

Originally posted by lokiandthorblr

You shivered as you stood from the bed, pulling the sleeves of your hoodie down over your hands.

“Hope Sam is enjoying a nice warm bed with that bank teller,” you grumbled. In a couple of steps, you were next to Dean’s bed; he was sleeping peacefully, facing the door like the he always did. You quietly lifted up the covers, crawled underneath, then tucked them around you before tucking yourself around Dean.

“Y/N, what the hell,” Dean muttered, rolling over so that you could more comfortably cuddle against his side. He put an arm around your shoulders, and you cuddled against his broad chest. Much better.

You were already feeling sleepy again. “You dicks picked a hotel with a shitty heater. Congratulations, Winchester, you’re my personal heater for the night.”

Dean’s eyes shot open as your breathing evened out, and you drifted off to sleep. You two had a touchy-feely-without-being-gross relationship as it was, so he knew you wouldn’t think anything of him putting his arm around you, setting his chin on the top of your head, even kissing your hair – all things he had done in the last minute or so. He was not, however, so sure that the raging of his heart beneath his ribs wouldn’t wake you up and make you ask questions about his feelings for you – questions he wasn’t anywhere near prepared to answer.

Part Two: Guy Friend

greatswordguardian  asked:

“Can I touch you?” Velvet, Fox

The building collapsing caused an explosion - one so loud that Velvet cringed and covered her ears, even though she was some distance away.

“Coco…” Velvet breathed, eyes going wide with horror: Fox had been in that building.

Their scrolls buzzed - an ominous sound alerting them that one of their teammates’ auras had dropped to zero.

Go!” Coco snapped, fear for her partner’s life creeping into her voice. “I’ve got your six.”

Velvet was faster on her feet - and had just as much to lose - and so it made sense for her to go looking.

It didn’t take long to find him - he had made it out of the building in time, but he was pressed against a wall, breathing hard.

“Fox!” Velvet called as soon as she saw him, trying to close the distance between them as quickly as possible.

He didn’t turn her way though, just stood there, periodically shaking his head.

“Fox?” she tried again as she got closer, but still no reaction from him. “Fox, sweetheart, can you hear me?” she asked.

He shook his head again as if trying to clear his ears, and then took a deep, shuddering breath that sounded suspiciously like he was trying to hold back a sob.

The explosion had hurt her ears and she’d been so much further away - he’d likely been deafened by it.

Aura drained, hearing shot and blind - given time he would have been able to figure out a way back to them, learn to navigate the world, but he couldn’t right now in the heat of battle.

“Can I touch you?” she whispered, closing the distance between them. She always asked, and she couldn’t help herself now even though she knew he couldn’t hear her.

She carefully reached out to put her hand on his shoulder - wary of his weapons and the fact he’d be jumpy.

Fox jerked at the touch, but didn’t pull away. “Hello? I’m sorry - I can't… I don’t know who’s there.” His voice was too loud, cracking at the end.

She slowly moved her hand down to his, never losing contact with him, and then raised it up so he could feel her rabbit ears. It seemed like the fastest way to tell him who she was.

Velvet,” he sobbed when he realized what she was doing - who she was. His hands reached out clumsily to hold her, wrap around her waist. “I can’t hear anything, my aura’s shot…” He pressed his face against her neck, tears starting to well up.

She nodded, head against his shoulder, hoping he would understand. “I know, it’s okay,” she said. “I’m going to take you back to the others now. It’ll be okay, we’re here.” She hoped that even though he couldn’t hear her he could take comfort in the vibrations he could no doubt feel.

“Coco and Yatsu?” he asked.

“They’re fine,” she said, and then kissed his cheek. Gentle reassurances were all she could offer right now - he was calming down now that he had her in his arms and she wasn’t frantic.

“I hope that’s a good thing…” He loosened his grip. “Take me to them? I don’t want to be alone.”

She carefully took his arm - a gesture complicated by the fact he was still wearing his weapons - and started walking back towards their teammates.

They had followed her, ensuring that they were safe from any more collapsing buildings or rubble. There was no danger of grimm at the moment - they’d come to investigate a sabotage.

Coco spotted them first - “Fox!” she shouted, her and Yatsuhashi rushing over to close the distance.

Velvet held up her hand and they skidded to a stop just out of reach. “He can’t hear you, and his aura’s shot. He’s got no idea that you’re there.”

“Velvet?” he asked, voice still just a touch too loud,  his body going tense again when she stopped. “Is everything okay?”

She squeezed his arm and he relaxed a touch. “Coco?” she prompted, trying not to overwhelm her boyfriend.

“Hey Fox,” she said, reaching out in much the same way Velvet had. “It’s okay, we’re here.”

He didn’t jump as badly this time, smiling when he felt the all-too-familiar leather glove on his skin. “Coco.”

“The explosion?” Coco asked, looking at Velvet.

“I think so, he was right next to the collapsed building.” It was a safe assumption, and hopefully when they got back to the inn they’d be able to talk with him about what happened.

Yatsuhashi gripped Fox’s hand, causing him to smile even wider. There was something comforting about having all three of his teammates there, touching him. He knew that they wouldn’t risk themselves or him if there was danger.

“Let’s go back to the inn - there’s nothing more we can do here. We saved as many as we could and if there are grimm, we aren’t in any condition to fight them,” Coco said, giving Fox’s arm a gentle squeeze before letting go. She knew Velvet would want to be the one to lead him.

Velvet took her time, navigating around obstacles for both of them with more care than she usually did, unable to warn Fox about rough terrain - or, once they were back safely, the stairs that lead up to their room.

They managed though - Fox was clever and this wasn’t the first time Velvet had lead him with a drained aura.

“I’m starting to feel some things,” he said when they made it into the room. “Flashes of aura, my semblance is coming back.”

There was no mention of his hearing - it didn’t matter to the three of them whether it was permanent or temporary. They would manage regardless.

Velvet pulled out the braille slate she kept in her gear and wrote him a quick message as he worked to take off his weapons.

She shoved the scrap of paper into his hands.

Reading it, his smile grew, lighting up the room. “I love you, too,” he replied, hands going to cup her face. “Thank you for finding me.”

Instead of responding, she wrapped her hands around his waist and went up on tiptoe to kiss him. “I always will, Fox.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! May I request a fluffy scenario where Oikawa comforts his s/o because she's feeling really lousy about herself? I was just notified that I passed the audition for my school's dance team, but I won't be able to join because my old injury(I tore an ankle ligament) is acting up, and I can't help but feel very disappointed in myself right now :(

im sorry about that anon! But im sure things will work out in the end!!!

also Ive been super sick which is no excuse buttttttt heres another scenario i just hope it was fluffy enough u know it turned out kinda angsty oops


You heard a call from down the hall, a familiar cheer in the voice that carried over. Though, you weren’t sure that at this point you even wanted to respond.

“In here.” Well, you did invite him over. But that didn’t stop you from grabbing a stuffed seahorse, and clutching it tight to your chest as you turned away. Why did you always seem to get like this? So depressed and tired, it wasn’t like you. Or at least, it wasn’t like the you that you love, or that he loves.

Suddenly the realization of him seeing you in this state hit, and it was like a large dark cloud loomed over you. When he saw you like this, would he think differently of you? A drag, a bother, just a depressed girl… The thought had you in tears that you weren’t quite ready to wipe up.

“____?” Though even at the sound of his voice, and the open door, you couldn’t turn around. You didn’t want to turn around. “____! What’s wrong?”

Why did he care so much? Your face cracked, the small tears steadily becoming a silent stream down your cheeks. It took everything you had to not completely break down, and you were afraid an attempted answer could go haywire.

Though the large hand that was placed on your back, felt exceptionally comforting. You sat up a bit, turning just enough to meet his face. The way that his eyes widened at the sight of you, it made your heart sink. Were you truly that much of a disappointment?

His brows knotted together, and his grip around you became increasingly tighter. “What’s wrong, ____? Why won’t you answer me?” Running his hands along your arms he tried to inspect your body for any sign of physical injury, though he seemed to come up short.

“It’s…” would your excuse even be worth saying? “nothing really.” Honestly, you were probably whining over nothing, like you always did. It’s a wonder how he even stayed with you at all. The tears began to come back, rebelliously spilling out.

“Obviously, it’s something. You seem really upset.” The weight of his body shifting onto the bed reluctantly pulled you from your coddled position and closer to his lap, which really, when you looked at it, wasn’t all bad. You were pulled up, resting against his legs as his fingers ran through your hair, his calm face surprisingly soothing. “You know you can tell me, if you want.”

If I want. He gave you the option to stay quiet, even though you knew it killed him to see you sad. He was putting your comfort over his, and if anything, the thought just made you cry even harder. A small smile took over your face, despite the still steady flow of salty tears. Absentmindedly, you reached for his free hand, cherishing the fact that it was yours to grab. “Thank you.” You finally choked out, taking a deep but shaky breath. “Thank’s for being here for me, and listening, even when I don’t want to speak.”

Oikawa’s warm smile spread a familiar fuzzy feeling throughout your body, and the gentle squeeze of his hand was worth more than you could put into words right now. “Of course.” The motion his other hand was repeating as he rubbed your head ceased. “Do you want me to lay with you? We could watch your favorite show, maybe even eat ice cream together?” A small laugh escaped you and you held onto his arm tighter. Somehow, he knew that that was exactly what you wanted right now, and having him here made it all better. “Or if you wanted, we could take a soothing bath together.” The ghost of a smirk resided in not his face, but his eyes. How predictable. “Wouldn’t that be romantic, ____-chan?”

A slight roll of your eyes, and a light push had him cuddling up next to your figure on the bed. Your smile continued to stay put, and your face dried ever so slowly. “Maybe later, Tooru.” Setting the computer down, you turned back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. “I have a feeling taking a bath with you right now wouldn’t be so soothing as it would be…physical.”

All the same, his arm took its familiar spot across your lower waist, and he cuddled up to you in effort to see the screen. “But would that be so terrible, ____?”

With him? Now that you think about it…

“Like I said, later.”

Two Prompt One-Shot #42

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Prompt: Let me know when you’re able to emotionally process me calling you out on your bullshit. I’ll be here.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 1115
Warnings: None, I think. Sorry not sorry for multiple gifs.

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anonymous asked:

I'd like to request a scenario where Hanamiya's s/o wants to break up with him because they can't take the emotion abuse he gives them? A song inspiration could be superhero by Cher Lloyd.

the song is so happy sounding if you ignore the lyrics LOL I didn’t listen to the song entirely because it’s not something I usually enjoy listening to D; sorry anon ;;;

Hope this is enjoyable (??) for you. Kind of angsty ish????

PART 1 l PART 2  l PART 3

-Admin Nanacchi

From the moment you saw Hanamiya, you knew he wasn’t the typical bad boy. For one, he was smart-smarter than you expected to be truthfully honest. His quick thinking earned him high praises from many teachers when discussions were made; his skill in chemistry overshadowed yours when your class did labs; Hanamiya ruled in academics. Aside from the coursework, Hanamiya was also the captain and coach of the basketball team. This was something that was unheard of until he came in as a first year. His accomplishments hid his flaws; his need to break the self-esteem and beliefs of any hopeful person he came across with was hidden.

Whether you wanted to or not, you fell for him. You loved how he dominated in the school rankings; loved how he smirked, with eyes half lidded in anticipation to what was to come; loved him for being him. Many of your friends had given you looks of disgust when you told them you had a crush on him. Some of them had told you to give up on it; others tried to force you to look at other, nicer, more suitable guys. None of it worked because a few weeks later after you confessed to him after school, the two of you became an item.

At first you put up with his harsh teases. Let him talk to you as if you were an object, not a person. Let Hanamiya ridicule your outfits, meals, decisions, ideas-let him break your self-esteem piece by piece. You weren’t sure when the wall you put up to let the jabs hit broke, but when it did, you couldn’t hide the tears from forming in your eyes.

For a while you began to sit quietly in your room, hugging yourself tightly, trying to make yourself believe Hanamiya’s words weren’t intended to harm you, but to tease. Each and every time you did so, the lie became more evident and soon you realized that maybe he wasn’t joking.

“Not talking too much again ______?” Hanamiya smirked at you, pulling you to his side roughly as the two of you walked home. “What? Can’t say anything because you got a sixty-two on your chem test and I got a ninety-five? Pathetic.”

“Can you stop saying that Hanamiya.” You said quietly.

“Saying what? That you’re acting like a little cry baby over your mark?” Stopping in mid-stride, he looked down at you. “Not my fault someone was stupid.”

You clenched your hands. “I’m not stupid.”

“Oh really?” He roughly flicked your forehead, laughing slightly when he notice you flinch. “Baka, grow up.”

“You grow up!” You slapped his hand. Tears falling on your face. “I’m sick and tired of you saying these things about me.”

Hanamiya merely rolled his eyes. “You’re sick of it? I’m sick of dating someone so stupid that she can’t even think straight on such an easy test, let alone struggle to get good marks in school.”

“I-I’m glad you’re sick of me then. I’m glad you don’t want to date a girl like me because really who’d want to date an asshole like you?” You stared at him straight on, eyes blurred. “We’re done Hanamiya.”

A flash of surprised was seen on his face right as you said those words. Ripping your bag off his arm, you held it tightly before you started running back home, leaving your now ex-boyfriend in the street.

Reaching home, you fell to the ground, sobbing loudly.Your friends were right. Everyone was right. Hanamiya wasn’t the guy for you; he wasn’t the guy for anyone at all now that you thought about it. He was a guy who wanted to break his partner, not support.  

You thought that somewhere inside of him that maybe he wasn’t that cruel, that perhaps he was a nice guy that would take care of the person he was with as he grew to love them more and more each day. You thought wrong.

Originally posted by feilcityqueen

A Fresh Start

AN:  I had every intention of writing a part 4 smutty drabble for the We Can’t Keep Doing This series, but, this turned into a conclusion of the little Adrian Chase subplot and a sort of spec for an Olicity reunion.  Takes place after the events of my Arrow Spec Script 5x01-02.  (I may reformat this at some point into script form)

Felicity mentally catalogues all the work she has to do.  After being relieved of her CEO duties at Palmer Tech, she’d had precious little time to even process her new status as unemployed person because of the events Damien Darhk put into motion.

She needed something to do, not just for money, but for distraction.  Curtis had given her a gift, not just of mobility, but purpose, the dream of helping people, of changing people’s lives through innovation and invention.

And if she couldn’t make that vision a reality at Palmer Tech, then she’d just do it herself.  Convincing Curtis had been easy, but what hadn’t been so easy was trying to launch a new business.

They had spent weeks working on a business plan to help generate interest and Walter Steele had secured them a meeting with the Starling National Bank board. She only had a few more hours before she had to head downstairs to start her other job with the Green Arrow.

As she entered the makeshift offices of the nascent Smoak Industries, she stopped short.  Adrian sat quietly at the small conference table, staring off at nothing.

“Hey, I thought you were working late tonight?”  Felicity absentmindedly says, still thinking about her work.

Adrian eyes snap back into focus.  He didn’t know how long he had been waiting; he had been so lost in thought. Thinking back over every moment, he and Felicity had spent together.  Recalling each conversation, everything she had ever told him.  He felt numb.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”  His voice is low and serious.

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theholyshepp  asked:

Volleyball AU in which Norway's a super concentrated and intelligent setter, and Denmark is a super powerful middle blocker from two different teams. And they both get frustrated because either Denmark blocks Norway's tosses or Norway somehow make it so that Denmark can't block a toss until they end up in the same team on a volleyball meeting on the beach-

YOU’VE UNLOCKED: APPLE’S POORLY HIDDEN LOVE OF HAIKYUU!! (aka Volleygays!!) SPECIAL ADDED BONUS: Apple’s lack of knowledge relating to anything sports… .

Also, heh, I should probably pick one set of names for Den and Nor and just stick to ‘em… I feel like I rotate names a lot. Whoops! Anyway. Here we goooo!

Magnus was always game to go out on a nice summer day with his friends – especially when it was to the beach. Double especially when one of the guys brought along a beach-ball and demanded a very serious game of volleyball over a ‘net’ that consisted of a piece of rope tied between two signs stuck deep in the sand: 'No Lifeguard on Duty!’ warned one, 'Park Hours: Dawn to Dusk’ said the other.

The first problem to arise in the would-be-perfect day was the fact that they had an uneven amount of players – and all of them wanted in on the match. The second problem, which only came after Tino cheerily announced he’d call some of his other friends to join in, was him.

Of course Tino, of anyone in the world, was friends with players from their most hated rival team, the Azure Raiders. The tall, dirty blonde Edward VonBock, right-wing spiker (who Tino was squealing at and approaching at a sprint, arms thrown wide in an incoming hug) lead the way followed by the short, willowy Toris Laurinaitis, Libero, who had a shy smile, bright eyes, and long chestnut hair pulled into a loose ponytail at the back of his head. Trailing after them was Sindre Hansen, their genius, ever-scowling, too-cool-to-smile, drop-dead-sexy setter. He strolled lazily over the sand, hands stuffed deep into a pair of navy board shorts and wearing a tight-fitting gray t-shirt with the word 'Juicy’ emblazoned across his chest in hot pink block lettering.

The moment he locked eyes with Magnus, of course, the summer temperature all but dropped to freezing.

Sindre protested quietly to Eduard, Magnus shouted at Tino.

“I’m not playing with him,” they both said, nearly in unison. Everyone else present only laughed. They drew straws for teams, because this was a very serious game of beach volleyball. Magnus threatened to go home and Sindre sighed heavily when they ended up on the same team.

“He is useless,” Sindre said.

“He cheats,” Magnus complained.

How?!” Asked everyone who heard him.

“He…!” Magnus stared at Sindre, who was watching him with a perfectly manicured eyebrow raised up, waiting for his reply. “He purposefully distracts you from the game!” Magnus floundered when asked to elaborate and Sindre smirked.

“It’s not my fault you have a blatant weakness that’s easy to exploit.” And then he did it: he fluttered his eyes and caught his pout between his teeth, dragging on his bottom lip until it looked quite swollen. Magnus stared, unable to look away, all thoughts in his brain turned to white noise and the blood in his veins thrummed. “I can’t play with an idiot that gets distracted so easily,” Sindre said, breaking the spell he created and tilting his head to regard his friends.

Of course, Sindre would never admit that he wanted to play just as badly as his friends. He also would never admit that he was thankful he discovered Magnus’ weakness so quickly. Otherwise, he’d be the one dazed on the court simply by watching the muscles in Magnus’ legs bunch and ripple as he leapt to block any attacks Sindre set up to sail over the net. He got this look of fierce determination on his face when he played, totally absorbed in the task at hand, and it was terribly off-putting. And by off-putting, of course, he meant unnerving because of the explosion of butterflies that erupted in his gut every time he saw it.

He also had abs for days hiding under his uniform that would sometimes flash into view as he jumped, arms stretched high over his head.

Sindre had, by accident, licked his lips at the very sight the first time he saw it happen. That’s how he discovered the flush that spread across Magnus’ face and the sudden loss of focus, startling blue eyes trained on his mouth, watching Sindre. Naturally, being a quick-thinker, he had taken the opportunity and the ball had gone over the net and smacked square into Magnus’ gaping face.  

The Azure Raiders had won the match against The Vikings and Magnus loudly declared, pointing an accusing finger at Sindre, they were ultimate rivals.

Neither were very pleased to discover how well they worked together on a team. All of their friends were not very pleased to discover their super serious (read: fun and relaxing) game of beach volleyball took a competitive turn. The pair of them were banished from the 'court’ and sent to 'walk it off and cool down’ because the rest of them stopped having fun the moment they started screaming in unison at their teammates for lack of determination or their opponents for breaking basic rules.

That’s when the unthinkable happened.

Their friends’ hoots and hollers became nothing but distant noise as they walked in silence, side-by-side, and the sun was starting to sink low on the horizon. They followed the natural curve if the shore, winding out of sight of their friends. The water lapped at their ankles, a breeze picked up. And then they were kissing.

Sindre had his arms wound tight around Magnus’ shoulders, his long fingers threading into Magnus unruly hair. Magnus’ hands were sliding down Sindre’s sides, grasping at his hips, wrapping tight around his waist and pulling him closer. Their lips parted, teeth nipped at tender bottom lips, and their tongues slid together. They kissed with enough force to bruise until both forgot to breathe and neither had enough breath left to remain standing. They fell together in a tangle of limbs, only parting to gasp in surprise and whisper 'are you okay?’ on a heavy exhale. They kissed again, not caring about the sand getting in to their clothes or the water rushing up to swallow their legs up to their knees as they lay on the ground.

They kissed until they both heard their names as shouts on the wind.

They sprang apart, breathing heavy, and scrambled to their feet. Magnus held out his hand to help Sindre, who declined with a scowl, but it was missed in the dark as the sun had set. The air had grown chilly.

“We gotta go!” Tino called, jogging down the beach. “They are closing the gates!” he waved his hand, car keys jingling.

Magnus watched with a little more longing than he’d intended as Sindre stalked off, rejoining Eduard and Toris further down the beach. Sindre forced his legs into a hasty retreat when the desire to stay wrapped up in Magnus’ arms bubbled up and threatened to take over.

thatsnotacow  asked:

These are so cute and so well written!!!! Eiichi is a fave problematic honestly. And poor tsukki can't make a move with eiichi and tetsurou getting in the way. So what if tsukki invites Yama to Miyagi for a couple days while their on break and tetsurou and eiichi freak out when they find out and decide to head there too. The whole weekend they follow around Yama and tsukki and stay with daichi as a cover.

“Hey there little brother, what’re you doin’?” 

“Yeah, what’re ya doin’?” Eiichi and Tetsurou fall onto Tadashi’s bed, watching as he scrutinizes his wardrobe, throwing the occasional thing into his backpack. “Are we finally all running away? I’ll go pack a bag!”

“Not you two,” Tadashi giggles, tossing a rolled up pair of socks in his older brother’s direction. “I’m going to Miyagi for a couple days. Mom and Ren know.” 

“Miyagi? As in where Shoyou lives?” Tetsurou inquires, raising an eyebrow. 

“And that Tsukishima guy?” 

Tadashi sighs, turning back to his dresser and pulling out some clothes. “Tsukki and I are going out, and I’m staying at his house for a couple days while we both have time off from practice and school. He’ll be coming back with me and we’ll meet his team at training camp.”

Tetsurou and Eiichi lock eyes with each other as Tadashi turns back to them, zipping his bag with a hard glare. 

“I do not want you two to do anything sneaky when he comes. Got it?” They gulp, and nod. “Good. Then–” Tadashi’s phone rings, and he picks it up, unlocking it with his newly-added password. “I have to get going. I’ll see you two Monday afternoon! Love you.”

“Yeah, love you…” Tadashi leaves the two to mope on his bed, hopping down the stairs. They hear his cheery farewells to their parents, and the front door closing softly. 


“Bro.” Eiichi sits up, frown set on his face. “We can’t let that Tsukishima guy go out with our little brother.” 

“He’s probably going to kiss him, Eii-nii,” Tetsurou says, sticking out his tongue. “Our innocent, little Tadashi.”

With this, Eiichi jumps up, pointing to the air. “We need to go to Miyagi!”

“Yeah!” Tetsurou jumps up too. “…Where would we stay?”


“Ah!” Tetsurou pulls his phone out, typing out a message. “Sawamura. Let’s pack, big bro,” 

Eiichi doesn’t question who Sawamura is, instead running out of their younger brother’s room and to Tetsurou. “We’ll need to stop at my apartment!”

“I know,” Tetsurou says, grabbing a backpack and shoving some clothes inside it at random. “And we’ll have to tell dad and Aoi-chan.”

“Shit, what are we gonna tell them?”

“We’ll say we’re going to Bo’s house for the weekend; he’ll cover for us.” Tetsurou slides his phone charger into the bag, and lifts the bag onto his shoulder. “Alright, let’s go,” 


“You know, I didn’t exactly say yes when you texted me,” Sawamura says, leading Tetsurou and Eiichi towards his bedroom. “In fact, I remember saying the exact opposite.” 

“Ah, come on, Sawamura, this is for our little brother,” Tetsurou says, throwing an arm over his shoulder, smirking. 

“Besides, you’ve already let us in!” Eiichi points out, patting his pack lightly. 

Sawamura grumbles, pushing the door open to reveal a beautiful blonde sitting on his bed. 

“Dai, who was it– oh, hello, Kuroo-san!” 

“Hey, Sugawara,” Tetsurou says, tossing his bag onto the floor and dropping to the floor as Daichi makes his way to the blonde, whispering in his ear. 

“You two are sleeping over? That’s so nice!” Sugawara smiles at Tetsurou before directing his attention to Eiichi. “I’m Sugawara Koushi– it’s nice to meet you..?”

“Ei- Eiichi. Kuroo Eiichi.” 

Suga smiles. “Ah. I thought you and Kuroo– ah, Tetsurou, looked similar. You’re brothers?”

“Y- Yes,” 

“Anyways,” Sawamura says, breaking the trance Eiichi seemed to be in speaking to Suga. “Suga and I were planning on going out on a date tonight, but–”

“Oh, go on your date, Eii-nii and I are going to be out looking for Tadashi. We just need a place to stay; which, we’re very thankful you’ll supply for us, Sawamura.” 

Daichi frowns, before nodding, slowly. “Oh…Kay…Then. Well, I guess I should tell you, the spare key is under the house plant outside the door. My parents aren’t home until next week, so you won’t have to worry about them, uh…foods in the cupboards. Don’t eat all of it.”

Tetsurou smirks. “Is that a challenge?”


“Th- Thanks for letting me come over, Tsukki,” Tadashi says, fidgeting nervously as he and Kei walk to Kei’s house. Kei’s carrying Tadashi’s hand, and they were, tentatively, holding hands as they walked. It was nice. “My brothers are so over-protective, they would’ve never left us alone if you were to come to my house first…”

“I get it, my brother’s the same.” Kei says, smiling. “Well…maybe a little less intense. He’s gonna grill you when we show up home, so I’ll try to get you up to my room as quick as I can, ok?”

Tadashi giggles, ears heating up at how suggestive Kei’s words sounded. “Ok, Tsukki.”

The walk through Miyagi to Kei’s house is a familiar one; despite having moved when he was much younger, Tadashi had lived there his whole life before then, and he knew certain streets like the back of his hand. He remembers the park he’d met Kei at as he passes it, and Kei seemingly does too, at the small smile and shy peek at Tadashi he gets. 

“Mom, dad, I’m home!”

“P- Pardon the intrusion,” Tadashi says following Kei’s greeting, sliding off his shoes and following Kei into the house. He’s met by Kei’s parents, in the kitchen, both smiling. 

“Hello, boys! Tadashi, it’s been so long,” Kei’s mother greets Tadashi with a tight squeeze, one that lifts him off the ground, and Tadashi laughs nervously as he’s put down. He doesn’t mention the fact that he’d spoken to her whilst video chatting Kei a week prior. 

“It has, I don’t think I’ve been in Miyagi since I moved…” 

“Oh, Kei was just so upset when you moved, it’s terrific he found you again!”

“It is,” Kei’s father agrees. 

“Mom, dad,” Kei grumbles, and Tadashi giggles at the blush on Kei’s cheeks. “Let’s go, Tadashi,” 

“Coming, Tsukki,” Tadashi says, and bids his farewells to the two elder Tsukishimas.

Kei leads him up the stairs, and down the hall, and they’re about to reach his room when–

“Kei! This must be Tadashi.” 


Tadashi turns to see a tall blonde smiling softly at the two from the door of another bedroom. 

“H- Hello!”

“I didn’t get to meet you before you moved, Kei refused to bring you over in case I embarrassed him,” Akiteru laughs nervously. 

“In case you did?” Kei raises an eyebrow, opening his bedroom door. “We’re only here a minute, it’s getting late and I don’t want to have him out until midnight…”

“Ah, so responsible, Kei~”

“Shut up,” Kei groans, dropping Tadashi’s bag softly onto his desk chair. He hears Akiteru and Tadashi giggle, his cheeks flushing. “L- Let’s go, Tadashi.”


“So you two plan on following your brother around…But you don’t know your way through Miyagi?” Suga looks worried as he converses with the two brothers, waiting for Daichi to get ready for their date. Eiichi laughs nervously. 

“We– didn’t think our plan through very much…”

Suga clucks his tongue, and moves to Daichi’s desk, taking a pen and ripping a slip of paper from a notebook nearby, scribbling something onto it and dropping it into Eiichi’s hand. “Here. Call me if you need help around. Tell me where you are, and I can tell you where to go if you’re lost. Ok?”

Eiichi’s eyes widen, and he flushes pink, showing the piece of paper into is pocket. “Th- Than– Thank…”

“Thanks, Sugawara,” Tetsurou says, smiling, and whacking Eiichi on the back of the head discreetly. “We’ll definitely do that if we get lost.” 


“So, movie first, or dinner?” 

Tadashi thinks for a moment, finger on his chin as he and Kei walk into town, side by side. He hums. “…The movie starts in a few, and the next showing isn’t until later at night, so movie first? I don’t know.”

Kei smiles softly and nods. “Movie it is, then.” 

When they arrive at the theater, Tadashi swears he sees a familiar car out front, but then he thinks it’s impossible that it’s there, and it must just look like it. So he shakes his head, and follows Kei inside, completely unaware of the two people exiting the car and following them inside. 

“Man, we’re lucky we remembered Tadashi wanted to see that new chick flick,” Tetsurou mutters, hiding behind a plant as Tadashi and Kei wait for their popcorn. “Or else we’d have been screwed.”

“Yeah,” Eiichi mumbles, “That perv Tsukishima isn’t getting away with doing anything to our little baby brother.”

“Kuroo-san?!” Tetsurou and Eiichi jump at the use of their name, whirling around to see Hinata and Kageyama, holding hands, in front of them. Tetsurou quickly shushes Hinata, motioning for them to crouch down. “What are you doing here?”

“Shh, Shorty, we’re on a mission,” Tetsurou whispers, covering Hinata’s mouth, ignoring the glare he gets from Kageyama. 

“A mission?!” Hinata exclaims, though, behind Tetsurou’s hand, it sounds more like “A mffmn?!”

“Yes, now, nobody can know you saw us here. Nobody. Not even Kenma. Ok?” Hinata nods, and Tetsurou lets his hand fall. “Good. Now, go see your movie,” 

Hinata nods, and grabs Kageyama by the hand, dragging him off. Tetsurou peeks out from behind the plant and curses. 

“We lost ‘em.” 

“Damn it,” Eiichi scrambles off, and they go around in search for the theater Tadashi and Kei went into. 


Of course they’d forgotten to buy tickets.

 In the thrill of the chase, they’d gone into the main theater area and forgotten to buy tickets, so when they found the theater Tadashi and Kei had most definitely gone into, they were stopped for their tickets; when they couldn’t produce one, security was called and they were kicked out. So now they were sitting in Eiichi’s car, waiting for the movie to be over, so they could follow the two to wherever they were going next. 

“God. It’s so late, he’s probably in there macking on Tadashi right now,” Eiichi groans, his head falling to the headrest. “Ugh.” 

“It’s like we’re being taunted.” 

A stream of people start to file out of the theater, and the brothers perk up, watching intently as the people walk to and fro in different direction. 

“There he is,” Tetsurou whacks Eiichi on the arm, and he perks up, eyes landing on the pair exiting the building. He starts the car, watching them as they walk down the street, as Kei sneaks his hand over to grab Tadashi’s. He frowns. 

“Let’s go,” He sighs, starting to drive. Tetsurou nods, and buckles up. 

They trail Tadashi and Kei to a fast food restaurant, and sit outside in the car park, watching them through the window. 

“Ah, I wish I knew what they were talking about, but if we go in they’ll notice us,” Eiichi groans, watching as Tadashi slides into a booth across from Kei, smiling and speaking animatedly. “Damn small towns!”

Tetsurou snickers, and agrees, frowning as Kei reaches into a fry box and playfully tosses one at Tadashi. Tadashi laughs, and pops the fry in his mouth, completely oblivious to the way Kei watches him intently, biting his lip. Both brothers know what that means. Tetsurou grimaces, and Eiichi glares into the building as Kei reaches over to grab his hand and hold it across the table. 

“Unbelievable.” Tetsurou growls. 

It’s about that time a police officer knocks on Tetsurou’s window, and says some people complained some creeps were following some kids and that they fit the description, so they’re forced to leave, and drive back to Sawamura’s glowering the whole time. 

When they enter Sawamura’s room, they’re greeted by the sight of a messy-looking, shirtless Sugawara, laying on the bed scrolling on his phone. Tetsurou smirks, slamming the door shut so Sugawara knew they were there. 

“Fun night, Sugawara?” He asks, raising an eyebrow suggestively as Sugawara sits up and greets them. Sugawara flushes, and covers a small smile with his hand. 

“You could say that.” Eiichi turns bright red – if that was even possible, he’d flushed pink when they first entered the room – at the answer, and Suga giggles. “Daichi’s in the shower; we didn’t expect you guys to be home so soon,” 

“Cops thought we were pedophiles or something, so we had to go home or risk arrest.” 

Suga frowns. “That’s too bad.” 


“I had a lot of fun tonight,” Tadashi says, blushing. They’re walking back to Kei’s house, now, hand-in-hand, and it’s nice. The air is cool, and Kei’s jacket is slung over his shoulders. “Thanks for having me over.” 

“Of course,” Kei says, smiling down at him, “I had fun tonight, too. It was nice to actually get out, instead of messaging each other.”

“It’d be nice if we could do this more often,” Tadashi says, thoughtful, “But we’re making it work either way, aren’t we?”

Kei’s soft smile grows more at this, and he leans down to press a soft kiss to Tadashi’s cheek. “Yeah. We are.” 

Tadashi stares at Kei a moment, both of them stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Suddenly, he grins, and pulls Kei down by his collar, connecting their lips. 


“Who is Tadashi going on a date with, anyways?” Suga asks, leaning into Sawamura, who had returned from the shower. 

“That Tsukishima kid, on your team. Middle blocker. Real tall,” Tetsurou mumbles, fiddling with some puzzle Sawamura had given him to keep him occupied. 

“We don’t like him much.” Eiichi says, reaching for the toy only to have his hand smacked away. Pouting, and rubbing his red hand, he adds, “We don’t think he’s right for Tadashi.” 

“Hm? Why not? Tsukishima’s a good kid, and from my understanding, they knew each other before he moved to Tokyo, right?”


“Then they’re actually a good match!” Suga reasons, and Tetsurou looks up from his overly-complicated puzzle to give him a questioning stare. “Tsukishima may not seem like it, but he can be very nice and supportive, when he wants,” 

“But he’s– he just– went and asked Tadashi out right after they’d reunited, like it was nothing! They didn’t have a lot of time to get to know each other again, or– or…” Eiichi trails off uselessly, his head falling to rest on his arm. He was no good at speaking to cute boys, and besides, he didn’t really have a point to make. 

“So? I think they’d be cute together.” 

“I don’t really see the point in you two chasing after them, anyways; he’s going to go out with Tsukishima either way.” 

Eiichi sighs. He’d been thinking about the same thing on the drive home. “They’re right, you know…” 

“Yeah, I know,” Tetsurou grumbles. “I just…”

“You two aren’t going to lose your little brother just because he’s dating someone,” Suga chuckles reassuringly, seemingly knowing where Tetsurou was going with his words. 

“Maybe you’re right…” 

The next day, Tetsurou and Eiichi pack up and head home, defeated. Tadashi had a boyfriend. He was growing up. The day after, Tadashi returns, Kei by his side, and he’s formally introduced to Tadashi’s family. Something catches Eiichi’s eye as he and Kei make their way past them, and he furrows his brow. 

“Tadashi, is that a hickie?”

Maybe they should have monitored them more closely, after all. 

anonymous asked:

I love your rant about Arrow and BC. Why can't Error (the one that tries to be Batsy) be what your wrote? It is simply perfect for what the series should be. If there's ever a reboot of that show, I hope you're part of the creative team to either write or produce it.

Warning this got very long Anon and I apologize. 

You are very very sweet and I really appreciate the praise though I’m not nearly worthy of it. I haven’t taken any screen or scriptwriting classes (hopefully in the summer semester) and I know it’s not something you can just jump into. It takes time and effort. 

I think the biggest problem with Arrow as a show - collectively - is that it wants to be an original concept but operates within pre-created parameters. 

If Arrow wasn’t based on the DC Comics, and was it’s own original show - say something like, The Hood or Vigilante - it’s possible it could be a better show. It wouldn’t have to adhere to taking material from a pre-created source, and it wouldn’t be bogged down by expectations of following that canon. 

I have a completely baseless theory that the creators of Arrow were inspired by Nolan’s Dark Knight franchise and wanted to create something similar. A downtrodden, but rich hero who suffers a great loss in his life, goes through a great struggle, and becomes a hero afterwards. But it’s not easy getting an original hero pitch accepted (there have been a handful, with little to moderate success). It’s much easier to take a character with a big named publisher attached (DC Comics), with good word of mouth from the general audience (Oliver received a lot of positive reception from Smallville pre-Arrow) and with a decently well known history making them familiar enough to both general and comic audiences (Oliver is a long time JLA member, and was a popular character on the DCAU). 

So instead of going original - with inspiration by Nolan’s DK verse - they went with a character that was close enough. Without really digging into who that character was, what his mythos was, and what made him the Green Arrow. 

So instead, we have Original Team Arrow, which are really original characters, even Oliver Queen. Though he shares a name with Oliver Queen the Comic Character ™ he is not a good adaption of who that character actually is. He’s so vastly different and thoroughly mishandled he barely resembled anything of his original counterpart. Similarly with Felicity who was a Firestorm/Flash character originally, with next to no real connection to Green Arrow. 

She’s an original character and a badly done one at that; a mish-mash of Penelope Garcia, and a discounted version of Oracle as a concept. Diggle is actually - or was rather - a decently done character who’s wasted under the weight of the sloppily put together narrative that forces him to be a vigilante because the show itself is forced to try to be about Green Arrow. When all it really wants to be is it’s own separate thing. Arrow feels like it hates Arrow comics, a sentiment that showrunner Marc Guggenheim sometimes appears to share. 

As a show, Arrow feels like it despises the fact that there’s pressure from it’s audience to moderately follow the comic canon on which it’s based. I’m not a fan or a journalist who stomps and screams for 100% accuracy. Due to the differing mediums there are some things that work in comics that don’t work in a television or film format. Stories that simply do not work on screen but do on page. Creating an adaption is hard because it is difficult to take source material and reshape it into a new format. 

But I do expect it to resemble and hold true to the core concepts of the adapted material. I think Harry Potter, for example, is a decent adaption of the books. There are some glaring problems (glorification of Snape, and the near shunning of Ron) but overall, the movies tried to get things right. The overall feel and concepts of Harry Potter can be found somewhere in the films. 

This is missing, for me at least, in Arrow. Which feels near 90% original content while attempting to glean praise from the comic fanbase for using the names Artemis or Speedy. But these names come without weight to them. They aren’t developed, they aren’t leading to anything, they haven’t developed into anything. 

Oliver on Arrow is nearly a completely new and different character than he is in the comics. His relationship with Felicity is a poor substitute for the relationship Green Arrow and Black Canary have in the comics, cartoons, and animated films. 

I think one of my favorite depictions of their relationship is in Injustice. Their part isn’t especially big, but it showcases a lot of strengths in their relationship. What makes both Green Arrow and Black Canary special is their street level feel. More so than even Batman because Batman is so big. He has big villains, and a big presence. As a character - both narratively and as a brand - Batman takes up space. Green Arrow and Black Canary don’t, or at least not in the same way. They remain grounded where Batman an almost be to big. 

They remain street wise; especially Oliver. In Injustice Oliver and Dinah take up against Superman who has lost his humanity. Oliver ends up being murdered by Superman, and Dinah takes up the resistance against him. In the end Superman murders her as well. But the reason their part in the story sticks out so much is their convention and connection to each other. Oliver’s last thoughts are of Dinah (warning for violence and blood):

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On February 11th, 2014, I’m heading off to the final night of London’s RED Tour. I’m super excited and I’ve been doing tons of research into the venue and everything. One thing that I discovered when I was looking over the venue FAQ page is that if you take a letter or gift to the venue with you, then the customer services team will take it directly backstage to the artist’s dressing room, which I thought was awesome, and it definitely gave me ideas. I’ve always wanted to send fan mail to Taylor, but I know she gets so much and postage would cost so much to do so. Instead, I’m planning to give my little gifts to Taylor when I go to the concert, and I came up with the idea of ‘Open When’ letters, just like the ones above. I don’t want this to get too long on the dashboard, but I’d really like to get some of you involved, especially if you’ve never met Taylor or never been able to see her live or even if you have, then you can still help me. I’m going to add a read more, because I really don’t want to put this onto everybody dashboard’s, so yeah.


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Nile Dawk Theory

The carriage ride with Nile and Erwin was a good scene. Lots of information tossed at us. A lot which can throw you off what was being said. the13thcommander made an excellent post about it all leading to Erwin’s death. Which I happen to agree with and was thinking the same thing. I suggest reading that post cause it’s very good. 

The conversation was interesting for another reason. And it’s this last panel that struck me. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey can you do an imagine where you and Calum broke up but you still work with 5sos. Love your imagines btw!!

o0o0o0oOO0 okay so imagine you’re like a part of their management team and basically your main job is to make sure they’re in the right places at the right time. So obviously, you’re like literally with them 24/7. And you and Cal were dating before you even got the job. In fact, the reason you got the job was because he like suggested you and then you ended up being the most perfect person bc you’re so organised and what not. 

But anyway, he would’ve only broken up with you because one of the main bosses was getting really iffy about the two of you together. And then like your job was being threatened because the boss didn’t want you dating Calum and working with him as well and somehow just the stress of it got to the both of you and it ended up a super messy teary yelling break up one night. :(  

And afterwards, you didn’t speak to each other at all besides strictly work related things, like constantly you had to go into his hotel room and get him to hurry up because you were about to be late for an interview or something. But normally this wouldn’t have ever been a problem. Because Calum was usually really like the easy one of the four boys to organise, and Michael was the difficult lazy one, but ever since the two of you broke up, Calum had been getting worse and worse. And you could notice that he honestly wasn’t right with anything. Like, he actually didn’t say a word in interviews, and barely moved from his mic to run around on stage during shows and stuff. 

And then one day you were in the hotel foyer with Michael Ash and Luke, and the three of you were waiting for him to come down so you could head off to the studio because that day was completely booked for recording, and you’d say something to the guys like, ‘have you seen Calum yet this morning?’ and they’d shake their head and you’d just sigh and then Ashton would be like, 'you know he’s just been useless lately because he’s not coping with the loss of you.’ So then you wouldn’t even fake surprise because you kind of knew that, like, it was no coincidence he’d been getting sadder and sadder ever since the two of you broke it off. And then you’d just let out a huge breath of air and you’d be just feeling so stressed and conflicted, and Luke would put his hand on your shoulder and just be like, 'Just go up and talk to him, we’ll get the taxi to the studio and meet you both there later.’

So here you go, heading up to his room, and you let yourself in and the poor boy is just head down on his bed, under the covers. And you just walk over and get on the mattress above the quilt, kneeling next to him, and you just whisper, 'Calum, are you awake?’ and there’d be a slight pause before he’d mumble, 'no,’ and it would get muffled by the pillow and you’d put your hand on the little bit of his back that was exposed and say, 'You’ve only got studio work today, just working on that new song,’ and he’d just groan into the pillow sleepily. And I mean you wouldn’t even know what to do, so you’d just mindlessly start rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly, and eventually he’d turn his head to the side and be squinting up at you, and you’d just stop when you saw him, because he’d have huge bags under his eyes and the actual eyes would be red and sore and his lips would be all cracked and your heart would bE WEEPING LIKE NO MY POOR BABY ALL THE RELATIONSHIP FEELS ARE COMING BACK

and then he would turn around completely and you’d just be thinking like omg he looks so miserable and you just want to hug him and tell him it’s okay and then tears would start welling in your eyes and he would see and he’d just lift up the covers a little to suggest for you to hop in. And, obvs you didn’t even hesitate

Straight away he would just wrap his arms around you so you’d have your head on his chest and he’d have you so tight against him, and then he’d sniff and be like, ‘I still love you,’ and you’d nod and be like, 'I know, and I love you too,’ and he’d go all rambly and shit out of nowhere saying, 'I want to be back together and I want us to be back in the same bed and I want to hold you and kiss you and we can just keep it a secret, okay? we don’t have to tell any of the bosses or anything, baby, please, you don’t know how much I need you, you’re everything to me.' 

and you’d be looking up at him and just slowly smiling and when he stopped talking for a second, you’d just crawl up and kiss him and it would feel so good and back to normal again and ugh CALUMDAMMit. And then he’d just somehow keep talking even as you were making out and the words would be like floating into your mouth and he’d be all like, 'you’re so beautiful, [y/n], it’s been so hard to see you every day and know that you’re not going to be in my arms at the end of the night and I can’t do anything without thinking about how amazing you are, baby, and how much I just want to always touch you and I need to know that you’re going to be in my bed  so I can be the one to fuck you and have you screaming for me,’

and his voice would like start getting deeper and croakier while he spoke and it would go from super sweet to just really fucking horny and tbh you wouldn’t even be mad when he flipped you over and started sucking down your neck bc you’d just be thinking like, yes I have really missed this little shit. And you’d end up just having really loud, really sloppy morning sex and calum would be so into it like he was trying to prove that you should get back with him, but you didn’t need convincing. 

but, i mean, if you did need convincing, you definitely would’ve been bc damn he was just being vocal like he hadn’t spoken in weeks (which he hadn’t) and he’d be yelling like, ‘oh, fuck, baby, i’ve missed this, i’ve missed how tight you are, god, babe, did you miss my cock too? hey? did you?’ 

anonymous asked:

Your ship can hide behind Kirkman all day every day. The WSJ said Daryl was in love with Beth not Carol and I mean who are you to know better them? Caryl never got press like that. Nobody ever said Carol and daryl are in love in an article and the amc bio doesn't say Carol and Daryl but they say it about Beth. You can't make us go away just cause you afraid. You are a disgrace to this fandom.

Hi there “friendly”,

It’s really unfortunate how stuck you are on this one aspect of the future YOU think Beth could have had if she had survived the MSF, which is not just preventing you from expressing your appreciation about the other things she could be valued and given credit for but it’s also perpetuating further negativity towards her character and the actress who plays her in this fandom.
You continue berating and now even dismissing the creator of the show you obviously love enough to blog about, just because you feel misled and feel that story needs to be written the way you misinterpreted its point, AND to boot you are now pushing that line of thinking by putting more stock into media interpretations of the events despite having first-hand evidence of how easy it was for your group to get things sooooo WRONG.
Since you are obviously starting to have enough doubts to be passive aggressive to people like me and feel the need to “correct” the facts to make yourself feel better, I figured I should help.

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anonymous asked:

I honestly can't remember if it was you or BabyCapri that wrote the hostage-diner oneshot, but I loved it!! Read it like 4 times when you first posted. Anyway maybe you could do a Dani/Santana cop thingy where Dani's school is held hostage by a shooter and something happens to Dani. I love you so much!! 😘😘

Speaking of babycapri1990, thanks goes to her for helping me to write a good portion of this. I kept getting stuck on little things and she helped me push through it.


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