note: the shop didn't ask me to do this but i really wanted to!

Bitty’s Southern

Bitty is a southern boy and as a southern girl let me tell you there are things he does that make the rest of SMH go “Ummm….what?” 

  • He says stuff that makes literal ZERO sense to the rest of the team. Mostly southern phrases etc. LIKE, “That boy is about of useless as tits on a bull.” or  if it’s raining but the sun is out Bits just says, “Devil must be beatin’ his wife.”  Everyone is confused as shit.
  • “Oh my goodness I want Chick-fil-a. BUT IT’S SUNDAY.”
  • Holster going,” Hey Bits can you hand me a coke?” and Bitty responding with, “Sure, which kind do you want? We’ve got sprite, mtn dew, dr. pepper…” BC in the south every soda is a coke.
  • “Y’all know what I miss the most about Georgia? Cheerwine. And Duke’s Mayo. You northerners keep using that hellman’s stuff or miracle whip and let me tell you. IT. IS .NOT. MAYONNAISE.”
  • “IT’S SO HOT! Summer is the WORST” “Ransom, It’s like, 70 degrees. It gets up to like 115+ in Georgia. And it’s not even humid! You hush your mouth.”
  • The first time Bitty goes to Stop & Shop with one of the guys from SMH he tells them to grab a buggy on their way in and said member stares at him for a second, “What’s a buggy?” “Oh for goodness sake. A shopping cart! We need a shopping cart!”
  • Bitty’s drunk at a kegster when he suddenly shouts, “WHO WANTS TO PLAY CORNHOLE?!” 
  • It’s New Years so of course Bitty’s making black eyed peas, collards, cornbread, ham, and a pineapple upside down cake. “It’s for luck.”
  • Bitty will be checking Facebook and be like, “Oh bless his heart.” Chowder notices him fretting over the phone so he asks what’s up “Oh it’s just one of my friend from high school’s dad.” and Chowder, being the precious person that he is, responds with, “Oh no. What happened? Is he ok?” Bitty just shakes his head, “He’s done went and fell out of the deer stand. Again. Broke his arm and bruised his pride. You think he would’ve learned his lesson after the same thing happened last huntin’ season”
  • Jack’s all dressed up in a suit or something, he has a meeting with the Falcs, “What are you all gussied up for?”
  • “Look at what all I got up at the outlet mall!!”
  • Rans/Holster/Bitty share a bathroom so I reckon this has happened at least once: “Neither of y’all go in the bathroom! I’m fixin’ to shower”  to which Holster responds, “What was that Bits? What are you fixing?” Bitty hollers from his room, arm full of clothes, “I’m fixin’ to shower!” Ransom chimes in, “I didn’t know the shower was broken!” At this point Bitty is getting frustrated,“Oh for the love of Pete! You Yankees.” He speaks slowly and pronounces each word carefully, “I am going to go take a shower so please do not go and hog the bathroom.”
  • “So I was talking to Momma and APPARENTLY Mrs. Jones, the one that lives down the road, was rude as all get out.” “Really? What’d she do?” Bitty just throws his hands up, “Momma and Coach were drivin’ back to the house and Mrs. Jones was driving in the opposite direction so of course Momma waves at her. AND SHE DIDN’T WAVE BACK.”
  • I know for a FACT that at some point Bits makes a pitcher of sweet tea, puts it in the fridge, and the boys/Lardo finds it. “What’s this?” “Oh, it’s just some tea. You want some?” So Bitty pours them a glass and approximately 2 seconds later “WHAT IS THIS? IT’S LIKE SYRUP! Bits this isn’t tea! It’s diabetes in a cup!”
  • “Just rub some bacon grease on it.”
  • “Don’t you dare pour that coffee out! I can use it for gravy!”
  • “You know what food I miss? Fried pickles. No, wait, HUSHPUPPIES. I’d kill for some right now.”

A knock sounded on the door. Wade Wilson was on his feet and pirouetted his way to the door in a matter of seconds, flinging it wide open.

“Thank Thor (or Loki)! I was about to starve!

The kid at the door looked on, vaguely unimpressed at Wade’s antics. “Are you the mister Pool comma Dead who ordered a large, uh… pineapple olive, large anchovy mushroom, and large special order of four cheese with… mozzarella sticks as the topping?” he recited the order in a bored drawl, but there was a hint of judgement in his tone. So Wade liked his pizzas with a bit of zest and creativity. Was it a crime? Part of Wade hoped it was, how thrilling would it be to live on the run from the cops for daring to order a pizza outside the conventional system? It would make a great movie! He should write it, he could make millions-

“I’m taking that as a yes,” Pizza kid said, clearing his throat loudly. “If you could maybe pay for these, I gotta get going.” He shifted the pizzas in his grip with a peeved look on his face.

Okay, rude. It’s not like Wade had made him stand there for… Wade checked his watch. Oh. Nearly five minutes. Okay, maybe he’d been dissociating a bit longer than he realized. “My bad,” Wade said, reaching for his wallet, “what do I owe ya for, pretty boy?”

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Camellias and Sunflowers

Fandom: Voltron LD

Pairing: Hunk/Keith

Words: 943

Warnings: none.

AN: First Heith fic! Based on this tumblr post. Enjoy?

“So then, we’ll start with some icebreakers, so that we all get to know each other!” the professor stated, smiling brightly. Hunk stared at him for a good twenty seconds, uncomprehendingly.

Icebreakers? What…?

He looked around and gauged his new classmate’s reactions to the announcement. Most of them seemed to be in the same state of incredulity he was in. Well, it might not have been that strange, he supposed. Maybe it was common to do this kind of thing, even in College? Hunk had chalked it up to be something done in middle school, maybe high school. Not higher education. He could have been wrong.

“Well?” the professor asked, one eyebrow raised, tapping the desk rhythmically with his fingers. “What are you waiting for?”

As if those were the magic words, the students immediately started turning to their seat partners and asking questions in varying levels of awkwardness. Hunk side eyed his, and then took a deep breath. Bright smile in place, he turned towards the boy sitting next to him.

“Hey,” he said, offering his hand for a handshake. “I’m Hunk.”

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anonymous asked:

I love you ❤️❤️❤️ can you do one when they bring the baby home pleaseeeeee

i love u too, anon<3 and i looooved this prompt, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it xx

“we don’t have to leave yet if you aren’t ready” Emily told Ali again, who stood huddling herself in one of Emily’s old shark jumpers. Emily’s voice wobbled a little as she clutched to a soft teddy bear Caleb had bought over for the baby “we’re entitled to another 24 hours” Ali sighed, her eyes fixed on their son who slept soundly in the cot the hospital had provided for them. Shaking her head, she walked closer to her girlfriend, who happily took her in her arms. Her head rested on her chest as Emily stroked her hair softly, Ali exhaling deeply as she melted into her embrace.

“No” she muttered “I chose this life with you and I want to start living it” She said it with confidence, Emily holding her tighter as the words slipped out. “besides, isn’t your mum coming over to cook us dinner?” She pointed out, reaching up and lightly touching Emily’s lips with her own.

“Yeah” Emily remembered “she’s staying the night I think, she wants to help us with the first night shift” Ali feebly shook her head, still weak from giving birth less than 48 hours ago.

“We can’t ask her to do that” She said defiantly, though admittedly as she thought of the idea of her son’s grandma- one of her favourite people and best mothers she knew- being there to help them through the bumps and fears of the first night, she felt a lot more secure.

“You didn't” Emily said, her hands drifting to Ali’s arms as she pulled away “she’d be offended if we didn’t let her so there’s no point in arguing against it” A smile tugged at the corners of Alison’s lips, and she took Emily’s hand, directing them both to their sleeping son. Emily looked down at him dotingly, a goofy smile greeting her face as she reached her hand out, tracing her finger across his lightly rising and falling chest.

“He looks just like you” Ali noted, unable to keep her eyes off her girlfriend who’s eyes were fixed on her son.

“You think?” She asked, dragging her eyes away from him to look at Ali, grateful to see nothing but happiness radiating from her.
“Oh, completely” Ali said with a grin “he’s perfect” Emily blushed slightly, walking away to grab his bag and throw it over her shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Emily said as Ali carefully lifted him out of his cot, feeling whole again as his head rested lightly in the gap of her elbow.

“Positive” She whispered, slowly walking over to Emily so she didn’t wake him. Together they walked through the halls of the hospital. He stirred occasionally at the beeping sounds and the creaks of doors opening, but otherwise stayed perfectly calm. As they reached the parking lot, Ali chuckled as she saw the sleek black Mercedes hatchback, attractive yet seemingly perfectly practical. Ali frowned, for a second wanting to get angry that Emily had spent such an obscene amount of money, and then realising that  there was physically no way she would’ve been able to afford this.

“Jase?” She asked inquisitively. Emily shook her head, biting her lip as she pulled open the door to reveal the car seat that had been installed a few days previously.

“Mona” She dropped the bomb, and Ali’s heart stopped for a second. “she dropped it off yesterday morning. I told her to come and meet him but she seemed to be in a bit of a rush” Ali could barely say anything, her mouth hung open in shock as Emily walked over and took the baby from her, placing him securely in the seat and pecking him lightly on the forehead.

Mona?” she repeated as Emily helped her into the passenger side, finding herself strapping her in and placing a kiss on her forehead, just as she had her son.  “Mona bought us a car?” Emily shut the door, pacing around to the other side and sliding onto the leather seat.

“Yeah, I know” She said, shocked at how easy it was to start the ignition, the car gliding across the lot as if it were dancing on ice. “she texted me telling me to meet her in the coffee shop and just handed me the key. No explanation” Ali frowned, suddenly becoming a little concerned that there was a chance there was something wrong with the car. “don’t worry” Emily said, reading her mind “Toby came and checked it out last night, he said it was fine” Ali settled after that confirmation, her head falling onto her shoulder. “You can sleep” Emily broke the silence “I’ll wake you up when we’re home” And, though she wanted to protest, she let her eyes droop shut, marvelling at how exhausted she still was. Emily drove, paying so much more attention than she ever had before now that she had not only one but two of the most precious and important things in her life trusting her hands at the wheel. Eventually, she breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled up in front of their house, utterly petrified but also cautiously excited to be home. For a moment she sat, appreciating the silence, before she moved to wake up Ali. She unplugged her seat belt, stretching her arm out and stroking the top of Ali’s hand, kissing her warmly on the cheek.

“Baby” she whispered into her ear “we’re home” Ali stirred under her touch, a small smile creeping onto her face. She pried open her eyes, thankful that Emily’s were the first thing she saw. Emily smiled as Ali became alert again, stretching around to the back set to check her son was still sleeping. He was.

“I missed you” Ali murmured, blushing. Emily frowned as they sat still for a little while longer, their last moments of peace before everything changed forever.

“I’m right here” Emily replied softly, taking her hand in hers and tracing circles on the back with her thumb.

“We can do this, can’t we?” Alison sought reassurance from the brunette, who’s forehead wrinkled with concern at her question.

“We don’t really have a choice any more, Ali” She teased, trying to put a smile back onto Ali’s face “but yes, we can do this” Ali sighed quietly, looking out through the wind shield until her eyes landed on the big oak tree to the side of the house.

“When he’s old enough we can get Caleb and Toby to build him a tree house” She imagined, a quaint smile appearing on her face that lit up her eyes. Emily pouted her lips.

“In case you don’t remember, I spent a summer building actual houses in Haiti” she teased “I think we can manage without the boys” Worry flickered across Ali’s face.

“I didn’t know that” She admitted. Emily smiled, trying to eradicate the guilt that was evident on Ali’s face. It was moments like that that made her recognise they had only been dating a few months- and they had gone years without even speaking. This was still very early days for the pair. They sat in silence for a little while longer.

“I’m so proud of you, baby” Emily said with a grin “and I love you. So much” Alison was practically glowing at the words, and when their eyes met Emily thought she would drown in the love she was greeted with.

“I love you too, Em. Always” She replied, her throat still a little croaky from weariness. Ali was the first to get out the car, waddling a little to get round to her son, unbuckling him carefully so she didn’t wake him up.

“You okay? I can take him?” Emily called from the other side of the drive as she grabbed the numerous bags of baby stuff. Ali nodded weakly, treading carefully across the gravel pathway as Emily unlocked the door and helped them inside.

“Welcome home, little one” Ali murmured into his ear as she kissed his mass of brown hair. Together they carried him upstairs, lying him down in his cot. They watched him drift back off to sleep, the sunset casting a golden hue across the nursery, and Emily took Ali’s hand, pulling her into her chest, kissing her softly on the lips.

“We’re home” She said, disbelief racing through her.

“Yeah” Ali said, grinning so much Emily was worried she would be in pain later “yeah, we’re home”

Not So Familiar IV

Not So Familiar IV
Rated: Mature

☾ Not So Familiar I   Not So Familiar II ☾ Not So Familiar III

“Let’s go” Namjoon grabbed your wrist, tugging you away.

“Go ahead Namjoon, run.” Hunchul smirked. “Do what you always do, you scaredy cat.” he called out as the spell shops door closed. His laugh, still echoing outside of the shop.

“N-Namjoon… what’s wrong?” you frowned, trying to pull your arm away. “Namjoon say something.” you stumbled a bit as he dragged you outside. “What’s up with you and Hunchul?”

“Stay away from him alright?” he practically stomped away, ignoring all of your attempts at breaking his grip.

You struggle, trying to not trip over your own foot. Although you hadn’t known human Namjoon for very long, there was something very unsettling seeing him like this. He was fuming and you could feel his hate toward Hunchul but it was his blindness to how you were feeling that was alarming. Why was he being like this? “Ah!” you lost your footing on the sidewalk, and you would have surely fallen if it wasn’t for Namjoon dragging you along. But this was too much. “Namjoon stop-You’re hurting me!”

That seemed to have gotten his attention enough to make halt in his tracks and look back at you. He sighed letting go of your wrist. “I’m sorry…”

You cradled your sore wrist to your chest, softly rubbing the spot that he held. “What’s going on…?”

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Pairing: Changsub/Reader

Prompt: You get into a heated discussion with the person in the passenger seat.

a/n: shout out to my love @k0ntz​ for the request!

Marriage should always be about two people who love each other, regardless. It should never about two companies trying to save each other so they end up having their two children, basically strangers to one another, get married. You cannot believe it’s already 2017 and things like these still happen. This should only happen in movies, you thought.

Well the thing is, this whole situation is far worse than just two people who have zero love for each other. Why? It’s because you DO love the guy your parents made you marry. But he was in a relationship with another girl before this whole stupid marriage happened, and you can only feel sorry you had to ruin things for them.

“I’m such a horrible person.” You cussed out while packing your things. “But at least I’m finally doing the right thing, yeah?”

Tonight you made a decision to leave Changsub, your husband of 3 years. You’re not really planning to tell him upfront. You don’t have the heart to. It’s probably the dumbest thing to just leave your husband while he’s asleep but you’re almost full sure he’s not going to mind anyway. Heck, he’d probably glad if you do.

For the first part of your marriage, he’d constantly say he needed to work overtime. You’d pull a forced smile because you know he went to see Chorong, anyway. He loved her. I mean, why wouldn’t he? She’s beautiful and kind. You know they still go on dates and talk on the phone until dawn. You’re nothing but a monster that’s keeping them apart. Although, oddly, the last few months of your marriage, Changsub has been sweeter and nicer to you. He’s been going home earlier and on his phone less, too.

“I probably just gotten so used to it that it didn’t mind it anymore?” you thought.


You lied. 

You lied to nobody but yourself.

Why do you do this to yourself? Why are you denying the love he’s been giving? It’s all what you wanted anyway so why?

“Good evening my lovely wife” he said as he put his arms around your waist and kissed your cheek. You love how he’s warm body melts on to you but you broke that thought immediately.

“You’re home early.” You forced a smile. “Probably, Chorong’s busy and couldn’t meet up with him?” you thought.

You loved short intimate moments like this. His arms around your tiny waist. His head resting on the crook of your neck. But here you go again. Self-destructing.

“Get real, Y/N. Surely, he’s just longing for her and imagining it is her he’s hugging.” You battled with yourself.


You and Changsub had light dinner and quick shower before settling down in the expensive king sized bed.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Cold feet.

Cold hands.

Here we go.

No more turning back.

The moment he falls fast asleep.

It will be goodbye.

“Good night, Y/N. I love you.” He said so deep and slow it almost felt sincere.

“Good night, Changsub.” You replied as he pouts.

“And?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I…I love you too” you whispered. You wouldn’t dare look into his eyes. It will just make everything harder for you. It will be harder to push through with your plan.

Lately, he loves wrapping you with his arms as you both sleep and he gets whiny whenever a tiny gap will grow between you and his body. But thank God he’s sleeping heavily tonight. He must be tired.

You took a last look at him.

How his soft features seems even way softer as he sleeps.

How his chest rises and falls.

How his hair is getting all messed up.

You mentally thanked him for all the pretend love he showed you.

It must have been hard for him to be with someone he doesn’t love.

You held back your tears as you carefully, very very carefully, stood up from the bed.

You took out the luggage you hid in the storage room and went out of the house as quickly as possible. Faster than lightning. Like a bullet on a pistol. That fast. And that fucking painful, too. Not leaving time for yourself to rethink your actions.

Farewell husband.

I mean…ex-husband.


“Love?” Changsub’s face scrunched up only to find an empty spot next to him.

He hates having to wake up to the sound of the alarm. He’d rather have your sweet voice telling him to get up because breakfast is ready.

He shot up out of the bed as he felt the house seems…quieter?

That’s odd.

He went to the kitchen to look for you but he felt something wrong.

Your wedding pictures are nowhere to be found.

Your slippers weren’t there.

You weren’t there.

No traces of you.

As if you were never there.

He ran up to the bedroom. The room you used to share with him until last night.

He saw a piece of paper in the nightstand beside the lamp.

He felt stupid for not noticing earlier.

A sharp, very deep and sharp, pain was felt in his chest as he lifted the papers up.

There were 3 pages. One was your farewell note, and the last two are divorce papers. Divorce fucking papers.

Changsub massaged his head as he grab a handful of hair, not really understanding all of this.

“Lee Changsub,

I’m sorry our marriage had to end this way. Actually, I’m even more sorry we had to get married in the first place. I don’t want to ruin things for you and Chorong anymore. I know how much you love her. I feel nothing but guilt every time you had to go home to me when you could have been heading home to her. I’m really sorry. I truly am. Please sign the papers behind and I’ll explain to our parents everything, don’t worry.”


Kim Y/N”

For some reason, you using your real last name hurts him even more. He wanted you to use Lee. Why shouldn’t you? You’re his wife. You have every legal right to use it.  

Without even fixing himself, he stormed out of the house and hopped on his car. He doesn’t even know where to start looking for you, but he’s willing to drive to wherever you are. He was mad. He was furious. He’s lost for words.

“What are you even thinking about, Y/N?!?” he shouted inside his car. Talking to an imaginary you.

He searched highs and lows for you. He didn’t notice he’s been driving the whole day searching for you. He only noticed when the surroundings went dark and his tummy grumbled in hunger. It’s a little bit past midnight anyway. He pulled over to the side of the street and grabbed his hair with both hands. Groaning in frustration.

“Think Changsub, think!” he closed his eyes shut, thinking of all the places where you could be. “Underground Café!” he shouted. His face lit up.

Of course. Why wouldn’t you be at your favorite coffee shop?

He drove fast to where the café was. It’s probably a solid 45-minute drive and upon arriving, he did nothing but scan the whole place.


He spotted you there.

He saw you.

Leaning your head against the glass window.

He grew mad.

At you? No.

At himself. For not knowing how it pained you knowing he’s been cheating on the beginning of your marriage.

Well okay. He was kinda mad at you too.

He stormed inside the café towards you.

“Care to explain?” he said holding the now crumpled up divorce papers. Anger and confusion written on his face and you could sense he was holding back his tears.

You cleared your throat as the tension between the two of you builds up.

“You shouldn’t really mess up legal documents, Changsub. Now I have to get a new one.” You said firmly. As emotionless as possible. Cold. Ice cold.

And that made Changsub grow hotter with anger.

He grabbed you by the wrist and walked you out of the café and into his car.

“Seriously Changsub, if you’re afraid of what are parents will say, don’t worry I’ll explain everything to them! This will not affect the company!” you said almost shouting as he continues to drive with one hand, the other massaging his temples with elbows resting on the driver seat’s window.

He glared at you for a brief second before returning his focus on the road. His eyes growing red.

Did you just see tears?

“Can you pull over please? I don’t want to go back to our…your house” you corrected yourself.

He did. He stopped the car and looked at you again.

“I’m doing this for your happiness, Changsub” you said even before he could speak.

“Well what the fuck do you know about my happiness?!” he shouted. You swallowed hard not really prepared with this angry Changsub in front of you.

“I know you still love Chorong, okay? I don’t want to burden you anymore!” you gave up. Your tears gave up. You felt weak and stupid for crying in front of him.

“Then that means you don’t know anything!” he argued back.

You fell silent. This was not what you expected. You envisioned him signing the divorce papers and going back to the love of his life. And you moving on from all of this. That’s it.

“Do you know-“ he choked. His tears disabling him from speaking. “How it feels waking up and realizing your wife is not there anymore?”

You fell silent.

“Do you understand…how scared I was when I realized…your pictures and clothes are not in the house anymore?” he said in between sobs. His face completely red.

“Do you know how broken hearted I was with the note you left me asking me to sign those stupid divorce papers??” pain written all over his face as he cried harder, resting his head on the steering wheel.

You rubbed his back. Stupid move. You think you can ease all the pain you caused with that?

“I’m sorry if I still continued seeing her after our marriage but I’ve forgotten about her already. I only love you now, Y/N. And I’m sure it’s you I want to spent the rest of my life with.” He took your hand that was on his back a while ago and kissed it.

“The way you take care of me with coffee in the morning and delicious dinner was more than enough for me to fall in love with you. I would be the biggest dumb ass if I let you go…” he said slightly forcing a smile.

“I tried my best to make our marriage happy. To make you happy. That’s why I was so broken hearted when you suddenly wanted to leave.” His breathing is getting sharper as his tears poured out continuously.

“Please…please.” He begged.  His grip on your hand growing tighter.

“Don’t make me sign those papers. Stay married to me. Please.” He cried harder. As if expecting a rejection from you.

Each word stinged.


Your heart softened.

You believed everything he just said. You were just denying the love he is giving you. You felt it yourself. All the spooning. All the random cheek kisses. All the hand holding. You felt all of those. You felt Changsub’s love in all of those.

But you were blinded with guilt then.

“Of course I’ll stay married to you.” You cupped his cheeks and kissed him attempting to stop his sobs.

He pulled away and stared at you.

“Do you promise to be Mrs. Lee again?” he asked you with full hope in his eyes. Kind of like a child is asking his mother if he can get a new toy car.

You chuckled softly and nodded in agreement as you wipe away his tears. “Let’s get to your home now.” You said signaling him to start driving again.

His nose scrunched up and pouted. “Our home!” he corrected you. The words our and home giving you weird butterflies.

You laughed. “Alright Mr. Lee, now get driving.” You chuckled. “Mrs. Lee’s getting sleepy.” you went on.

He jolted.

His tears suddenly went dry.

He kissed you once before driving again.

He had the purest grin on his face too.

And his cheek grew a soft shade of pink just hearing you address yourself again with his last name.

anonymous asked:

“it wasn’t me, i swear!” and hurloane for the prompt thingy!

(five word prompt ask meme)

(this takes place in my hurloane harlequin mechanic au!)

Hurley had thought that this was going to be a good morning.

She’d woken up naturally three minutes before her alarm, and entirely well-rested. Her morning routine had been leisurely, with nothing lost or missing. She’d been in such a great mood that she’d stopped by the local bakery and picked up some pastries for the shop. All the donuts and croissants and danishes were still warm and fresh, just out of the oven, and Taako had thrown in an extra maple bar with a wink and a for your new employee.

She’d blushed (despite her best efforts) and Taako had snickered as he’d rung her up, and like - she’d been intending on sharing the pastries with Sloane. That’s why she’d bought them, because Sloane had been doing such a great job at the shop and learning a lot, and they’d been getting to know each other, and Hurley was (to put it mildly) really liking what she was finding.

She’d even stopped by the coffee and gotten Sloane that fancy vanilla-soy-whatsit coffee concoction she likes - she knows Sloane hates the bitter black that the shop pot gurgles out in the back room - even though it was ludicrously priced.

She deserves it, Hurley had thought warmly to herself as she’d driven over to her garage, coffee secured in the cupholder and pastries in a box on the passenger seat. I can barely imagine the shop without her now.

And then she’d arrived at the garage.

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Thanks, princess

I wrote this at work in the Tumblr app when I realized it was April 11th. Happy (late) birthday, Commander. (Sorry for any typos). 

2,535 words.

“You better not be peeking,” Samantha Traynor growled as she padded over to the bed, trying to make as little noise as possible. The collection of stuff in her arms had already crinkled more than once on the walk up the stairs to Commander Shepard’s apartment.

Shepard squawked indignantly, her hand still clasped over her eyes. “I’m not! I already banged my shins on the damn stairwell. What more do you want?”

“Oh, I want lots of things,” Samantha hummed back as she led Annelise over to the master bedroom. “But right now I just want this to be an actual surprise for once.”

Desperate to preserve said surprise, Sam had also forced the woman to tighten the cords of her hoodie as much as possible. The soft black fabric comically hugged the curves of Shepard’s forehead and face. 

There’s a possibility Sam also might have taken several pictures of the hooded Shepard and posted them to social media. (Allers responded immediately with [”No one wants to see pics of your freaky foreplay, Traynor. …video, though ^_~”]. Joker had seconded.)


“I promise I have no idea what’s going on right now. Although… with ‘Get upstairs now’ and ‘close your eyes,’ I admit my expectations are getting pretty high at this point.” A slanted grin appeared beneath Shepard’s fingertips, her head turning toward the sound of Sam’s voice.

…Annnnd I’m surrounded by perverts.

Takes one to know one, Traynor.


“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Yet.” Sam led Shepard over to the bed in the dark room, tugging at the woman’s sleeve to indicate she should sit down.

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anonymous asked:

could i get a scenario with Bokuto and a really shy s/o on a first date please??? sorry i didn't see a rules page but thank you!!

oh my god i don’t have a rules page hahaha you’re totally fine but yes you DEFINITELY can!! i’m so flattered omg

“Hey, F/N, you okay?”

You looked up at him, heart in your throat. Bokuto looked back at you, golden eyes wide and–for once, looking surprisingly gentle. Oh, great. You finally got to go on a first date with him, and you were messing it up already. You had been so worried the loud classmate of yours would never notice you anyways because of how shy you were, but lo and behold, he had asked you to get ice cream! The two of you were walking to a nearby shop after school, and so far, he had absolutely dominated the conversation. You, of course, were fine with it, but it seemed like he had picked up on how quiet you had been. Perfect, this is just what you needed–

“Yo, wait, F/N.” Bokuto stepped in front of you, stopping your walk. You paused, looking up at him as he gently reached out and put his hands on your shoulders. Sincerely, he asked, “You’ve been, like, suuuper quiet this whole time. Are you okay? Did you not want to get ice cream? We can go do something else if you want! Or–wait, did you not want to come? Oh man, if you think I like, rushed this or anything–”

Was Bokuto the one worrying now?

“Bokuto! Stop, please!” You interrupted him before he could get much farther, and he looked back down at you, eyes even wider than before. You could already feel the blush creeping up your neck, and you swallowed quickly before you told him, “I’m fine, I promise! I’m excited about the ice cream!”

Hesitantly, he asked, “Then is something else wrong? Did you want to talk about something else? You know you can, like, interrupt me whenever, it’s totally fine.”

“No, that’s not it,” you barely held back a giggle, and unfortunately this just made him more confused. Heaving a huge breath, you rushed out, “I’m just kind of nervous because I’ve liked you for so long and this is our first date and I’m worried about messing it up and I’m pretty shy in general so that never really helps but it was nice hearing you talk and it calmed me down and you’re perfect and no wait I didn’t mean to say that you just have really nice eyes and you’re really nice and basically I’mamessandI’mshyandI’msorry.”

You looked away as soon as you were done, face on fire. Surely you had done it now. Word vomit was all you needed on another date. Bitterly, you noted it could have been a worse kind of vomit, but you doubt things could honestly get much worse from here.

“You really like me?”

Caught off guard, you looked up to find Bokuto staring at you, blinking owlishly. In a sort of awed voice, he asked again, “You really really like me?”

You tilted your had. “Yeah. Really really.”

Instantly, he broke out in a huge grin. “Oh, thank god!! I had been so worried because you never really talked to me, but do you know how huge of a relief it is that you’re shy, too? Man, I can finally relax!” Bokuto leaned back and threw his hands in the air in a cheer. “YOU LIKE ME!”

“Bokuto!” You giggled, trying to get him to be quiet. He grinned back at you, and reached forward to grab your hands.

“It’s okay to be shy! I’m super shy, too! Do you know how long it took me to actually ask you out? Akaashi practically had to convince me it would go okay! At least now I know you like listening to me talk! And don’t be nervous, I have no doubt that this will literally be like, the best date ever. EVER!” He swung your hands back and forth between you as he started walking again, and you could feel a different kind of blush in your cheeks now. He had a similar one, but was still talking a mile a minute despite it.

You thought this date would literally be the best one ever, too.

Cole Smut for Anon

A/N: I DID IT oh god here it is love me again. I’ve been really busy lately, guys; this is my last year of high school and I’m trying to sort the rest of my life out. I can’t post as often as I used to. Maybe I might try getting another writer for this blog who can, but for right now it’s just me and there’s a lot happening. And now here u go frickin sleepy sex with Cole Pendery bye 🙃

Sexual Situations Ahead!


You’re tired.

And this isn’t news to anyone. You’ve always been tired; you were born with droopy eyes that wanted to close all the time. You’ve also always been grouchy when you’re tired: cursing out any and every person that dares to stand between you and your surface of sleep. The stress of your life and all of the different things going on, positive or negative, were pulling you down, closer and closer to the comforter.

When your boyfriend Cole tries to even broach the subject of cuddling or moving or anything when you’re this out, you contemplate the pros and cons of your relationship.

The door closes lightly behind you as you trudge into your apartment, toeing your shoes off haphazardly and using all of your effort to get into the living room. You barely register the twinkling lights strewn across the ceiling and the open curtains revealing your little part of Manhattan. The one thing on your mind is the couch with its soft cushions and recliners. You can’t even seem to tell that Cole isn’t anywhere to be seen, which was strange, considering he insisted that he’d be home to see you.

Your body hits the couch, peacoat and all, and you finally sleep.


Cole is a little fucking disappointed.

It took him a long time to put those lights up.

It took him even longer to get the balls to ask the neighbor across the hall for help.

And it sucks because you do look so cute when you’re asleep with the light of the TV reflecting off of the window and then back onto you, with your mouth half open and light snores sounding from your mouth.

You know what else is cute? Cole thinks, “The fucking bath bombs I bought from LUSH this morning.”

He’s not mad though: he almost never is. And certainly is he not mad with you; you spend hours on hours up, going to class, studying, working. Supporting him when he has to go back to California for months at a time because Babe, the band is doing so well. For the last week he’s been visiting, he followed you everywhere: to class, to Starbucks, to the little shop on the corner of the block where you get your shoes. He knows that his time with you is so limited, and New York is fascinating, and being with you makes him feel whole. You are all nebula and big dreams, Pumpkin Spice and college life. He cannot get enough of you.

Cole smirks when you turn over, your coat forgotten in a heap right beside the coffee table. He strips quietly, his eyes never leaving your face, and just as he’s about to slide behind you, you grunt.

But it doesn’t exactly sound like a grunt.

Cole is stunned for a moment, because he knows how you moan for him in bed; it’s a sound he never wants to rid himself of, so he stares at you incredulously before moving again, this time only getting a step in before you moan again, louder, eyes scrunched slightly as you pull you bottom lip between your teeth. The fact that you’re having a sex dream, right in front of his eyes, that undoubtedly has to be about him, turns him on to no end. Sure, he might have planned a really romantic evening that should or shouldn’t’ve ended with amazing, mind-blowing sex for the both of you, but that was besides the point right now. Cole just wants to make you feel good; you deserve it.

So he slides up next to you, his eyes fluttering when he feels your body against his. He loves being able to be this close to you. You turn again, lazy smile on your lips as you close the space between you and Cole, lips colliding messily. He reaches a hand around your body to pull you closer, hands on your ass as he slots a thigh between your legs, grinding.

“You weren’t here when I got home…” You murmur, leaning on your elbows as Cole shifts on top of you, his hips crashing into yours.

“Was out,” he mumbles, reaching down to the hem of your shirt, “wanted to do something for you…”

Your brain suddenly registers the twinkling lights and scented candles and the bag from LUSH in the corner of the room. Your heart swells with love because your boyfriend is amazing. Cole is your sun and your stars and you feel like shit for ignoring him on a night he had planned for you.

“Oh shit…” You mutter, your eyes threatening tears. He smiles softly at you, leaning in to kiss you again.

“We can still take a bath, if you want…after certain things are done first…” Cole bites his lip as his fingers brush the waistline of your jeans. You roll your eyes and pull him down again, clothes shedding with each passing minute.

It’s a kind of intimacy you’ll never tire of. Cole has never made you feel anything but comfortable and beautiful and wanted. He thrusts in deeply, as if to fill you to the brim and make note of how you feel around him when he’s gone back to California. Your mouth falls open, watching as his hips piston back and forth in a relentless rhythm that’ll leave you sore.

“That feel good, baby? You like this?” He mutters into your neck, placing a rough bite to the skin below your jaw. A loud moan rips through you as you nod frantically, lifting your hips in an effort to get him closer, feel him better. He kisses you deeply, tongues and teeth clashing together messily.

“’M so close, Cole, fuck…please…” You whimper, throwing your head back as his hips pick up impossibly. Cole moans into your ear, his hands bracing themselves on the arm rest behind you as he pounds.

“M-me to, baby, you feel so good, so fucking good, missed you…” He’s murmuring nonsense into your skin in between love bites like he always does. “F-fuck, want me to fill you up, baby? I think I’m gonna, gonna come so hard inside you just like I want to…”

It’s then that the pleasure mounts to something awful, your orgasm ripping through you. Your mouth drops and your hips lock, nerve-endings lighting one by one. Cole follows suit and keeps his promise, pulsing three or four times inside of you. You kiss him through it: his lips, his cheeks, his neck. Cole pulls out and collapses on top of you, his body heavy, but not in a bad way. The streetlights illuminate his face in the best way, a kind of pale you love.

“Love you, Y/N.” He whispers to you, leaning in just slightly to punctuate his words with a kiss to your neck. You hum in agreement, closing your eyes.

“Can we go take that bath now?” You whimper, shifting uncomfortably. Cole nods and stands, offering you his hand as you walk to the bathroom together.

“Cole?” You ask as you sit in the murky blue water the bathbomb has given you. Cole hums from behind you, fingers locking with your own.

“Yeah, baby?”

“It is so creepy when you watch me sleep.”

Merry Pitchmas!

@princessxkaidence I was your pitchmas santa and i wote you a little (Not little at all) bechloe fic. I hope you like it and have a great day!

Holidays With The Beales

“Rough day?” Chloe said as Beca unpacked her laptop bag, back to her best friend who was sprawled out on her bed, scrolling on her phone.

“My dad called again, asking if I was coming for Christmas with him and Sheila again this year.” She began setting her laptop back up, taking her headphones out of her bag and placing them beside it before turning to finally face chloe.

“And?” Chloe moved over, leaving a Beca sized gap for the woman to crawl into, making herself at home in the gingers arms.

“I told him what I did last year. That I already have plans. Then he bitched at me about how family is important and that I’m always welcome there bla bla bla.” Beca let out a long sigh, pulling Chloe’s arm around her waist and playing with long fingers as they cuddled.

Chloe waited a few moments before responding, letting her friend calm down a little before suggesting something new. “You know, you could always come with me instead of staying here alone. My parents wouldn’t mind at all.” It was quiet, barely above a whisper, but Chloe stayed hopeful as she waited for Becas response, her other hand combing gently through brown locks.

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Jily Fic Masterpost

personal favorites:

  • prank master extraordinaire - “imagine your OTP proposing repeatedly at different restaurants to get free food, but then person A proposes for real and person B thinks it’s another ploy”
  • in that moment we’re lost (and found) - Asha is born in late December, 1982. James remembers how loud everything was, how tightly Lily had gripped his hand, how terror had tasted all too familiar in the back of his throat when she had opened her mouth to scream.
  • of sickles and snogging - quote heard on campus: “it was the most sexually charged pie throwing i’ve ever seen.” (hogwarts fic)
  • these bones are made of breakable things - lily learns that sometimes, love is strong enough to break your spirit (and put it back together again) (hogwarts fic)
  • (delusions of) grandeur - “how many times do you get up to pee in the middle of the night, I think you should see a doctor about that”; alternatively, lily is pregnant and james is a true (rambling, tired) gryffindor (post-hogwarts fic)
  • be strong, saith my heart - this war will take everything they have, but minerva mcgonagall holds fast (post-hogwarts fic)
  • marauding - jily lives; james takes harry on an adventure (based on this post) (au fic)
  • light through yonder window - “you have five smiles, James, and none of them are for me”; alternatively, Lily remembers Hogwarts by the shape of James Potter’s smiles (hogwarts fic)
  • the wiser fool - “James is ring shopping and Sirius is being Sirius” (post-hogwarts fic)
  • censored - “Sirius is on babysitting duty while James and Lily get some well-deserved sleep” (post-hogwarts fic)
  • taking care of business - in sirius’s opinion, there is no need for wishy-washy, hazy, what-if scenarios (post-hogwarts fic)

prompt requests:

  • prank master extraordinaire - “imagine your OTP proposing repeatedly at different restaurants to get free food, but then person A proposes for real and person B thinks it’s another ploy”
  • snowflake kisses - “we’re strictly ‘platonic’ but we’re snowed in omg we’re gonna have to repopulate the earth”
  • shivering hearts - “what happens to jily the night after snape calls lily a mudblood”
  • slumber party - “you took all the blankets, so I gave up and got another one”; alternatively, Remus’ dry humor makes a guest appearance
  • camp hogwarts - “we’re both ‘team leaders’ at a summer camp for little people and you may be hot but goddammit my collection of twelve-year-olds are going to beat yours into the dust”
  • that damn baby bowser - “did you actually just blue shell me on our date you fucker”
  • the last enemy that shall be destroyed - “Person B knowing they’re about to die in the next few minutes due to their gaping wound and calling Person A to carry on a casual conversation, making sure to mention they love them before they hang up” 
  • details - “he found it incredibly difficult to focus”
  • (delusions of) grandeur - “how many times do you get up to pee in the middle of the night, I think you should see a doctor about that”; alternatively, lily is pregnant and james is a true (rambling, tired) gryffindor
  • those left at home - “how long has it been?” “i’ll be right over”; alternatively, lily misses a check in during a mission
  • foolish - “do you ever think we should just stop this?”; alternatively, the war is determined to take everything from everyone but lily is more determined to hold on
  • doctor knows best - “James and Lily have their first major post-marriage fight and Sirius has to play love doctor”
  • faking it - “Harry takes Ginny to visit his parents as his girlfriend for the first time and James and Lily pretend to be surprised”
  • chances are - “Ginny and Harry finally end up together and James is collecting bets”
  • all it takes is once - “Sirius’ best man speech is a list of all the different ways Lily rejected him but ends with the time she said yes”
  • the eye of the storm - “James is on an Order mission and Sirius is left to care for terrified newly pregnant Lily”
  • some sort of comfort - “stop trying to cheer me up!”; alternatively, lily evans just really sucks at comforting james potter
  • domesticity - “have you seen the…? oh.”
  • sports talk - “are you flirting with me?”
  • these corrupted lungs - “Lily and James have a fight so Lily goes to Marlene’s place and James ends up at the front door in the middle of the night”
  • little talks - “Sirius and James talk about their crushes on Marlene and Lily”
  • light through yonder window - “you have five smiles, James, and none of them are for me”; alternatively, Lily remembers Hogwarts by the shape of James Potter’s smiles
  • impossibly in love - “Lily and Ginny talk, one redheaded Potter to another”
  • the mourning song - “Lily takes James to meet her parents”
  • the wiser fool - “James is ring shopping and Sirius is being Sirius”
  • censored - “Sirius is on babysitting duty while James and Lily get some well-deserved sleep”
  • flirting: a how-to manual for the next generation - “Harry asks James for dating advice; Sirius puts in his two cents too”
  • this lullaby - “James and Lily never died and get to see their first grandson and James tears up when Ginny tells him what they named the baby”
  • the years that pass - “October 31 never happened and James and Lily are at Harry and Ginny’s wedding”
  • playing games - “James is a famous sports player and meets Lily during a press conference”
  • stolen moments - “Jily + sexy times but they’re older with kids in the house;” alternatively, Harry has three minutes to evade death by Lily.

au fics:

  • any reason to see james in a tux - AKA my ill-advised secret spy AU! part one is here, and part two is here
  • in that moment we’re lost (and found) - Asha is born in late December, 1982. James remembers how loud everything was, how tightly Lily had gripped his hand, how terror had tasted all too familiar in the back of his throat when she had opened her mouth to scream.
  • the things we bleed, the oceans we cry - jily pacific rim pt. 1
  • another taste of heavenly rush - jily pacific rim pt. 2
  • marauding - jily lives; james takes harry on an adventure (based on this post)
  • of legacy - jily lives; lily and james rush to hogwarts after harry’s first encounter with voldemort
  • comfort zone - ooc, no war; they cannot help but crash into each other, cutting deep beneath skin to find warmth

post-hogwarts fics:

hogwarts fics:

Thank you to the anon who sent me this prompt: 8X02 Kate can’t seem to stop the bleeding and at the verge of passing out, she calls Castle to rescue her.

It’s a graze.  Just a graze.  It could, as she told Vikram, be worse - she should know.  But damn, it’s bleeding everywhere.  It’s not that she minds the blood on her clothes, or on the floor of the dry cleaner’s; she and Vikram haven’t exactly flown under the radar the last few minutes, and even with the evidence she leaves here, Beckett knows they can go dark again later.

She just has to stop bleeding long enough to do it.

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It all changed then, didn't it?

Fandom: Descendants

Pairings: Jay/Carlos, Doug/Evie, Ben/Mal

Rating: PG

Warnings: Child abuse, homophobia

Word count: 1362

Summary: Carlos recieves a strange letter and that leads to him meeting possible new friends

Writer’s notes: Here it is! No shippy stuff yet but there’ll be, promise. I’ll try to post as frequently as possible and will warn in case I need a hiatus. I hope you enjoy and that I didn’t screw up to much.

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Hal’s Birthday (PG-13)

OK so I usually don’t post any fanfiction anywhere because I’m not the best writer, but, today is my Green Son’s birthday so in honor of him, I’m posting a fic/drabble thing I wrote today. It’s not the best, but I thought it turned out fairly well.



Barry smiled as he looked down at the two green wrapped presents and the cake box he held in his hands as he made his way to Coast City. The week had been long and the combination of work on top of Flash and League business had been draining, but none of that mattered at the moment. 

The date was February 20, and today was Hal Jordan’s birthday.

As he ran, Barry looked back on the year he and Hal had had together. Barry had finally come to terms with his feelings for Hal the January before last and, while hesitant to, he had told the Lantern about his feelings which had resulted in Hal pretty much crashing their lips together and making out in some dark corner of the Watchtower. That had been a plus. 

The year overall had been a whirlwind, but in a good way. He and Hal were happy, Barry was the happiest he had been in years with his best friend turned boyfriend always at his side for support and to help keep him grounded and Hal had told him how much it meant to him that he was to finally be able to talk about some of the issues he had kept up and internalized in his mind. 

Barry’s smile grew as he thought of the cocky pilot, finally arriving in his civies on the doorstep of his apartment building knocking on the door. Almost immediately he heard the unmistakable voice of Hal yell, “Coming!” from somewhere within the apartment. A moment later, the door opened revealing the familiar face of his boyfriend.

“Happy birthday!” Barry smiled widely as a look of shock and then a cross between surprise and joy spread across Hal’s face as he let the speedster inside.

“Damn Bar, you went all out,” he observed as Barry set the boxes down on Hal’s table, “You really didn’t have to do anything.”

“I know I didn't have to do anything,” Barry told him sarcastically walking up to Hal and kissing his cheek, “but I wanted to.”

“Thank you,” Hal smiled softly, Barry noted he looked the smallest bit uncomfortable.

“The cake is that chocolate you like, with that buttercream that you really like from that bakery near the lab.” Barry told him as he went to grab plates from the cabinet, trying to liven up the conversation.

“Trying to ruin my womanly figure?” Hal laughed as he stared curiously at the green present boxes, “What’s the other stuff?”

“Those,” Barry began with a smirk, “are not allowed to be opened until after we eat some of that cake.“ 

Hal rolled his eyes and gave a slight chuckle as Barry brought the plates over and opened up the cake box.

"Well birthday boy,” Barry said handing Hal knife, “would you do the honors?”

The pilot laughed as he took the knife from Barry and cut into the cake. 


A few minutes later, half the cake had been destroyed by Hal, who was patting his stomach with a content smile on his face, with a little help from Barry, who only took one slice so that Hal would actually have left over cake for a few days.

“Alright Bar, so what did you get me that’s in here?” He asked as he reached for one of the boxes.

“Well, the first one wasn’t hard to find,” he guest heed to the bigger box, “I found it on the Internet, Dinah and Ollie pitched in on that one, but it took me a while to find the second one. I found it when I was working on a case at a hobby shop and I saw it and immediately thought of you.” Barry grinned almost shyly, “You can open them,” he explained,

“Which one should I do first?” Hal asked, his eyes flitting from box to box.

“The joint one I think,” Barry told him, pushing the large box towards the pilot.

Hal hesitated a moment before he looked up at Barry, almost asking to make sure it was alright to open it.

“Go on,” Barry told him, anticipation rising up in his chest as he thought about what they had gotten Hal, knowing how he’d react when he saw the present.

Hal sighed and shook his head in amusement. Slowly he began to peel the wrapping paper off, revealing a large white box. Hal cocked an eyebrow,

“It’s not a sex toy is it?” Hal asked

“Wha- No!” Barry felt a hot blush rose to his cheeks

“I’m kidding,” Hal nearly cackled at Barry’s embarrassed face, opening the box and peering inside,

“What is th- oh my god.” He gasped as he reached inside and pulled out a black, red, and white helmet. Immediately Barry noticed that Hal no longer looked tense and uncomfortable

No fucking way,” Hal’s eyes lit up with childlike joy, turning the helmet around his smile growing as he read the word ‘MAVERICK’ stylized onto it, “This is Mav’s helmet from Top Gun!” His voice rose in disbelief, “Oh my god Barry!" 

"I take it you like it,” Barry grinned widely at Hal

“Like it? Bar, I love it.” Hal told him, “Holy shit, no one’s ever gotten me anything this cool before!” Something in Hal had clicked as if the present Barry, Ollie, and Dinah had gotten him had awakened something in Hal that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Barry laughed as Hal put the flight helmet on as Hal gave him a big, dopey grin.

“You look like a nerd,” Barry nearly snorted.

“Excuse you, I look like a sexy badass,” Hal scoffed playfully.

“Sure babe, keep telling yourself that.” Barry rolled his eyes.

Hal scoffed in mock offense as he carefully took of the helmet and put it down, his eyes turned to the other present and scanned it with his eyes,

“So this one is just from you?” He asked picking up the relatively smaller box. Barry nodded.

Hal tore open the next box and flipped it around,

“Barry…” He gasped softly, a small smile tugging at his lips, “This is…”

“I found it in the hobby shop, a little beaten up, but it’s a model Lockheed Starfighter, like the one that your dad got you and-”

All of a sudden Hal had moved and his arms were tightly wrapped around Barry, a small “thank you” was muffled into Barry’s shirt. 

“Oh Hal,” Barry mumbled with a sad smile, hugging him back .

The two stayed like that for a while, just holding each other close as Hal slowly collected himself. Hal finally sat back up and gave Barry a huge smile,

“Thank you.” He whispered, he sounded as if he was trying not to cry, “Thank you so much, this is really just… Wow.” He reached back and opened the box, cradling the model plane as if it was a child. Hal’s eyes stared at the small metal replica, something in his eyes telling Barry just how much that little plane meant to him.

“I saw it and I remembered you telling me how the one you got from your dad got lost.” Barry explained, his eyes turning to the ground as he felt a hot blush rise to his cheeks, “So I thought I’d get you one to make up for it getting lost.”

Hal was silent for a moment, his eyes never moving from the shining model before he looked up to Barry

“Barry… This… This is seriously amazing, I… Just… Thank you.” Hal stumbled through his sentence as if he was at a loss for words.

Barry smiled and leaned in, kissing Hal’s nose before gently pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss. Hal responded with the same tenderness, their lips moving together slowly, lovingly, perfectly.

Barry sighed softly into the kiss and he felt Hal smile as he pulled away just so that the tips of their noses still touched,

“Why don’t we take this back to my room and celebrate?” Hal waggled his eyebrows playfully

“That was bad Hal,” Barry laughed

Hal shrugged with a knowing smirk, standing up and stretching, placing the model plane down carefully before offering his hand to Barry to help him up.

“You coming?” He asked, his eyes glinting with mischief

Barry took his hand and got up,

“Well you’d better take me to bed or lose me forever then,” Barry responded with a goofy smile

“Top Gun references?” Hal gasped dramatically, “a man after my own heart!”

Barry laughed, “You’re certainly something Harold,”

“I do try, Bartholomew,” Hal jabbed back, “Now come on, I bet there’s another present you’ve been wanting to give me,” Hal smirked as he took the laughing speedster’s hand and led him to his bedroom.

anonymous asked:

Congratulations, you survived the trip! Here are some questions I think we all need to know. (I'll ask Doc, too.) What about Doc surprised you? What didn't? What moment (involving HaruMichi) was the most Doc Holligay for you? What moment (NOT involving HaruMichi) was the most Doc Holligay? Who won the most fights? Are you going to be nice to each other now you've met?


I’m totally reblogging Doc’s after I post this, by the way, because she said nice things about me and I’m not leaving that sitting there under her control so she can delete it later and deny everything.

What about Doc surprised you?

Like she said, it wasn’t like I had no idea what I was getting into here. I FEEL I KNOW THE WOMAN FAIRLY WELL AT THIS POINT. So nothing was a surprise, exactly, at least not in the sense of “Jesus wept I was not prepared for what I now have to deal with”.

I think the thing that I hadn’t quite gotten a sense of before she was here and all up in my face – and I’m not sure it’d really be possible until actually spending time with someone in person – is how charming Doc is. She’s incredibly charismatic, an amazing conversationalist, and so warm and engaging to, like, EVERYONE. It’s another fun and exciting way in which we’re both such opposites, in that I come at practically everyone and everything with a kind of dry side commentary, and Holligay was like a burst of fucking sunshine just charming the hell out of every person to briefly cross our path. She’s like a foul-mouthed bourbon-swilling gun-toting Disney princess.

On a somewhat similar note, I have to say that I was surprised-but-not-surprised by how well Doc cooks. I’m barely exaggerating when I say she burst into my house and was like “OKAY LET’S GO SHOPPING SO I CAN COOK EVERYTHING HOW HAVE YOU SURVIVED THIS LONG WITHOUT ME”. That act itself wasn’t a surprise, since once we’d settled on the trip happening the very second topic was “Now tell me what I can make for you losers”, but every single thing she made was AMAZING. Food isn’t something I get excited about, so I was riding pretty low on the expectation train for this one and prepared to let Hubby be enthusiastic enough for us both. IT WAS REALLY ALL THAT GOOD THOUGH. She left us with a packed freezer and three or four more entire meals we haven’t even tasted yet. I’m excited for every single one.

What didn’t?


What I said above about her being all charming and shit? THAT WAS FOR EVERYONE BUT ME APPARENTLY. She was an ass from basically the second sentence spoken to my actual person, and I’m pretty sure we parted ways with a hearty “FUCK YOU” after the hugging and blah blah feelings.

Which was all amazing. I sincerely enjoyed that everything was basically exactly the same only with the bonus option of punching. Doc is so fucking funny you guys. More than once, I actually had to take a few seconds to try and let my face relax because it was aching from smiling so much.

I think what didn’t surprise me most of all was how much I enjoyed her company.

What moment (involving HaruMichi) was the most Doc Holligay for you?


Apparently we watched a musical, and apparently it was some Haruka and Michiru gaystravaganza, and I don’t remember a goddamn thing about it BUT I’M PRETTY SURE YOU CAN PICK ANY SINGLE MOMENT FROM THAT AND THERE YOU GO

Otherwise, any one of a dozen moments where the conversation essentially boiled down to “and then Haruka ate Cookie Crisp while Michiru judged us all and found us wanting”.

Also the Haruka and Michiru socks, that was pretty fucking Holligay right there.

What moment (NOT involving HaruMichi) was the most Doc Holligay?


Okay so Doc leaves her purse at her house (but not like anything in it, I don’t know this worked out), and one of our first THE MISSIONS was to get her a replacement. Also to go to some specific make-up place so she could get lipstick THIS WAS VERY IMPORTANT THE VERY MOST IMPORTANT. We get her a cheap (BUT SUITABLY COLOUR-MATCHING) purse at Target, and then I’m driving us out to mall for a Sephora or whatever it’s called, I swear to god before this day I thought it was a furniture store, WHATEVER NOT THE POINT. We’re talking about something. I can’t recall what, because the perfection of this moment drove such non-essential details from my mind. Let’s say it was about killing Haruka in an appropriately devastating way for the funsies.

I want to set this scene appropriately for you though. If you’ve seen pictures of Doc, you know her general super femme 50s housewife aesthetic. She’s sitting next to me in the car, with her big skirt and her lively hat and her high heeled super cute shoes. We’re going to get SPECIALITY LIPSTICK NOT ANY OLD LIPSTICK to fill Holligay’s new colour-appropriate purse. I don’t know that I’d say I’ve ever cultivated a look, exactly, but I do know that this isn’t it, so I’m just rolling with everything happening around me at the moment, and holding up my end of the conversation.

Then I hear this loud “click!” sound that I’ve not heard before. It’s not a regular “click!” either, this was a “click!” with weight and intent. This was a “click!” that had a job to do and in the sight of god and man, IT WOULD DO THIS JOB. Confused, I looked over, and there’s Holligay in the passenger seat of my car, WIELDING A HUGE FUCKING KNIFE THAT CAME OUT OF LITERALLY NOWHERE.




And with this knife AS BIG AS MY FUCKING FOREARM, she’s cutting off the tags off her new purse.

It was the most perfect Doc Holligay thing I think I will ever see in my entire life. Five minutes later, I was still laughing, it was that amazing.

Who won the most fights?


Are you going to be nice to each other now you’ve met?

I am nothing but a perfect angel overflowing with love and kindness, so I am confident I can maintain the precise levels of respect and friendship I’ve shown to Holligay at every step of our relationship.


One Of Those Mornings

Description: Bucky x Reader fluff! After a petty argument, Bucky tightens all the lids around the Avengers tower in attempt to get the reader to give in and ask him for help.
Words: 1,881
Warnings: None!
Author’s Note: I originally wrote this as a Sam fic but I really felt the need to completely and utterly strip it down and rewrite it as a Bucky fic (wasn’t that far off doubling the length compared to the other one - oops!) Just a fluff overload!

Tagging those who wanted tagging in my last Bucky fic. If you don’t want to be tagged in future just let me know!
@melanie451 @matttheradartech-noimnotkylowtf @winchester-with-wings @castihelloboys @thinkwritexpress @autoblocked @feelmyroarrrr @zanthiasplace @mychemicalgirl02

“No, I am not getting caught in the middle of your stupid squabble.”

“But, Steve-”

“Nope. Don’t give me that look, you’re grown adults,” he said, pausing as he saw you pull a face, “Just sort it out? I’ll be back tomorrow, I have a mission.”

“Can you not take him with you?” You mumbled. Steve gave you a dead pan look before walking out and shaking his head in exasperation. “At least tell him to-”

“Tell him yourself.” Steve laughed as Bucky walked in looking between the pair of you suspiciously. He threw a look at Steve who just raised his hands in surrender and kept walking, giving you a cheeky wave as he disappeared out of sight around the corner.

You rolled your eyes and trudged back to your room without saying another word to anyone, choosing to opt for a quiet evening alone instead.

Of course there would never be a quiet day in the Avengers tower, that was expected. Even on the off chance there was, it was usually short lived being interrupted by the next disaster, big or small. However, the past few days had been a nightmare for you.

Everyone was on edge since Ultron, but with the accords it’d gotten from bad to worse. You were close with Steve and Sam, so when Bucky came along it’d been pretty obvious you’d become fast friends. Training with him was relentless but you couldn’t help but end up with a soft spot for the ex-assassin. You didn’t want to jinx it, but actually things had been pretty damn good.. Until you’d snapped. It was petty and silly and it was over something you couldn’t even remember, but you were not going to be the one to break the silence. All you could remember was that he’d started it and so it began.

Was it stubborn and immature that you weren’t going to be the first to talk properly? Yes. Was that going to stop you? No. In your defence, Bucky was equally avoiding anything other than essential talk. You knew it couldn’t last long but you were not going to be the one to crack.

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I'm Not One For Love - Austin Carlile

I don’t know if you’ll do this one but can you do one where you have a one night stand with Austin but you end up pregnant and you don’t know what to do. Then a year later you’re out shopping and she starts to get antsy and Aaron walks over asking if she needs help and the boys follow but Austin’s like wth and they all think she’s familiar and Alan goes back and talks him into coming with them and he realizes she’s his and like MAJOR FLUFF?!?!

Well I suck at these sort of things but I gave it a try anyway, you implied the baby was her daughter and you didn’t suggest a name so I kinda just called her whatever I could think of, hope you like it c: Smut Warning. Written by Emma.

I still remember that night. That night he saw me at a bar, alone, upset. He offered me a drink; one, two, three. We sat and we chatted, about things, about life, about love. All I knew was that I wanted to get lucky easily, I didn’t expect what would happen in the aftermath.

He took me home to his and it wasn’t long until we ended up in his bedroom. I was intoxicated but I remember ever second. The way he whispered in my ear as he undressed me carefully, the way he kissed along my neck and collar bone whilst caressing my body. Gently, he pulled me onto his bed. I sat facing him on his lap, our bare bodies pressed together. He told me how beautiful I was, and that he never wanted to let me go. He kissed my neck, he made me feel so alive, like I was loved. Then he said something, something that I still remember now. He said: “I’m not one for love, but this was love at first sight.” And those words exactly as he traced his fingers across my cheekbone. It left me speechless.

It wasn’t long before my back was on the bed and he was on top of me. The breathing was heavy and intense, sweat gathered on our skin. I couldn’t count the number of times I screamed his name.

He plunged himself into my body powerfully, successfully making me moan each time. He wasn’t rough, he didn’t hurt me, he knew exactly how to fuck a woman. His elbows was either side of my head, propping him up. Both of his hands was locked behind my head. My legs were wrapped securely around his waist as he tactically thrusted. The motion of his hips sent me to heaven, the way they dipped as he was inside of me then would grind upwards. It made me scream numerous times. He was so deep into me, yet always seemed to go that bit further. I cursed and dug my nails down his back, sometimes my hands twined with his hair.

I screamed, screamed and screamed. I couldn’t get enough, neither could he. He didn’t just fuck me, he made love to me.

We were breathless afterwards. He whispered sweet nothing’s in my ear as we lay together. For the first time ever, a man spoke to me about his future. He said he wanted us two to be together, me following his band on tour. He wanted me every step of the way with him. He said that he’s fell in love with me. I was surprised; we just met each other that evening. But he said that we had some sort of connection, and I believed him. I felt it too - this strange bond pulling us together. He told me that he wanted children in the future too, a girl. He would like to have a child fairly soon, so she could grow up with him. He had a disease, Marfan Syndrome, and it meant he couldn’t expect to live the full life of a man. But he wanted to make the most of his whilst he still had it. He wanted a family, a career. He wanted to make a difference to the world, to show people who have troubles or are like him that they aren’t alone. It was admirable.

We fell asleep that night in his bed, side by side. His arm was around me and I clutched to his chest. I felt like we were together, officially together.

The next morning was painful. I lay there, awake, in his arms. He snored lightly. I could picture it: waking up like this every morning. But something just snatched me out of the living dream I was in last night.

My thoughts dwelled. He wasn’t serious about you two having a future, he’s a rockstar, he wouldn’t want you and some kid toddling around after him everywhere. I overthought the whole situation, and I believed myself. He was a rockstar, he had a complicated life, going here, there and everywhere. He wouldn’t want me around him, or a child. He couldn’t of been serious. He was Austin Carlile, a hero already living the dream.

Loud, piercing cries snatched me out of the flashback. I look down into my pram to see my daughter, Sianna, crying. Immediately, I picked her up and held her in my arms. Rocking her side to side, I try to calm down. However, it didn’t affect the situation much.

It’s been over a year since that night with Austin. Shameless to say, the girl is his. I didn’t have the heart in me to have an abortion after I found out I was pregnant. I fell in love with her. The next morning after our incident, I followed my thoughts and left. I wrote a long note explaining why. Stupidly, I left the man that gave me the slightest possibility of a good future. I think about Austin everyday, I won’t lie. I look back to that morning with regret when I wake up every morning. Sianna has the same heart problem as Austin. As it’s a genetically disease, Austin must have passed it to her. Whenever I look at Sianna I remember him, it stung my heart. That hurt me the most.

Rolling down her face, Sianna’s tears felt never ending. Subtly, I sighed. I didn’t mind having a child, but it would help having somebody, at least one person, helping me with everything. I didn’t have a family, no brothers, no sisters. My mother died a few years ago and my dad left me when I was a little girl. I didn’t bother to find him, I never wanted to after he ditched me and my mother.

“Miss, are you okay?” A voice distracts me. Vaguely, it seems familiar. I turn around, fairly shocked by what I see. Aaron Pauley, the bassist/singer for Austin’s band, was approaching me. “Yes, she’s just a little unsettled, that’s all.” I try to smile and hide the stunned look on my face. Behind him walks two other members of the band: Tino Arteaga and Phil Manansala, the drummer and one of the guitarists of the band. “She’s adorable.” Phil says, bending down and looking at her. “What’s her name?” He looks up to me. “Sianna.” I barely whisper. “Who’s got cute little cheeks? You do.” Tino is lightly rubbing her cheeks, making me laugh softly.

Another member, the other guitarist, Alan Ashby wanders over to us. I try to seek behind him, to see if Austin’s anywhere. However, I can’t see over the small group of men. “Cute little girl,” He comments with a warm smile before turning to me. “I’m sorry if this sounds crazy, but you seem strangely familiar.” He remarks. “No idea why.” I say as I blush and tuck an ear back, I certainly do know why. “And so does she.” Alan crouches and leans over Sianna, talking in an automatic baby voice. “Again, no clue.” I shrug hopelessly. I try to remain calm, if they remember this isn’t going to be easy to explain.

“Where’s Austin?” Aaron asks as Alan stands up. “He’s just being a little weird for some reason.” He sucks on his cheek. A little weird, does he remember me and just doesn’t want anything to do with me? “Where is he?” Phil joins in with the questioning.

“I’m here.” I hear the husky voice behind me, and it startles me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, Y/N.” He chuckles with that charming smile of him. I feel my face whiten, he remembers. “Y/N?” Alan repeats, eyes widening. “That’s why.” He mumbles, before stepping back slightly. Aaron understands what he’s trying to do. “Come on guys, let’s leave them to it.” He says, facing Phil and Tino. Kicking Tino’s back, Alan tries to draw him away from Sianna. “I’m sorry, she’s just adorable.” He chuckles before standing back and following Alan’s footsteps.

Soon enough, I’m left alone with Austin. Settling, an awkward silence appears amongst us. “I should go..” I whisper, turning the pram around. “Y/N.” Austin’s tone sounds like a parents. Unwillingly, I look up into his eyes. I never thought I’d see them again, at least, in person. Following those words, he makes my heart sting. “A note?” He mutters, folding his arms. “You left, a god damn note?” He raises his eyebrows. “I know, I have a lot of explaining to do.” I whimper, like a little girl getting told off. “Come on.” He says, his tone softening.

Leading me and Sianna to a small coffee shop, we sit opposite each other. He orders us two coffees, and we sit in silence. Guiltiness paints over my face.

“A note.” He repeats himself. He doesn’t sound angry, just disappointed. I know what he’s talking about, of course I do, that note I left him the morning I left. “Austin, I-” I murmur, but he interrupts. “Oh no, don’t try to ‘Austin’ me.” He mimics my voice. “You left me.” His tone sounds sour. “And all you left, was a flipping note?” His voice becomes irritated. “Writing all that crap about how we couldn’t be together. After a night where I opened up to you more than anyone else. You ditch me, you left me.” He mutters. “I thought you weren’t serious..” I whisper quietly. “It’s clear which one of us wasn’t serious, isn’t it?” He clenches his jaw. “I was, Austin, I was..” I say pathetically. “Yeah, obviously. No calls, no texts, no nothing. You’ve got a child.” His voice raises. “I didn’t have your number.” I use one of the excuses that has been building up in my mind for the last year. “Could’ve left yours. But, oh wait, you didn’t want jack all to do with me. You just used me for a night and left me and wrote some stupid, pathetic excuses down as to why. I run into you now and you have a flaming child.” He tries his best not to lose his temper. I don’t blame him for being angry at all. “I wanted to, Austin, really, I did.” I say, a pleading look in my eyes. Silencing for a moment, his eyes drift off into space and he looks around the room.

"Then why didn’t you?” He asks, his tone sounding upset. “I thought you were beautiful, amazing, perfect. I thought I was lucky that I was getting the chance go have you, I thought you’d be everything I ever needed, but you left.” He covers his mouth his his hand and looks away again. I search his eyes, his features. He looks like he’s in pain, that he really is upset. I can tell; I have to see that face in the mirror everyday.

“I honestly thought you didn’t mean what you said. I thought that you’d want to live your life, have your dream career. You wouldn’t want me, or a family, ruining that for you.” I murmur with regret. “I couldn’t live my life without you."He replies, taking my hands. My body warmths at his touch."Y/N, I looked for you. I looked everywhere. That place where we met, I went there a few times a week hoping to see you. I asked the bartenders, regulars there, if they saw you, and to give you me a call so I could come see you.” He says, a black expression covering his face. “I really didn’t think that, at all.” I say dumbly. How could I of been so blind before? “Of course I wanted you, and a family.” He says. “Honestly, I thought you didn’t. That’s why I left, and started a family of my own.” My eyes drift to Sianna, laying quietly in the pram.

“She’s beautiful.” Austin’s eyes fill with fatherly love, should I tell him she’s his? “What’s her name?” He asks, eyes not diverting from her. “Sianna.” I say, smiling at his attention on her. “Sianna,” He repeats, stroking her cheek softly. “What an amazing name.” He coos.

“Who’s is she?” He asks, jaw tightening subtly. I can tell the curiosity will be eating away at him. “Yours.” I answer quietly, averting from his eyes. “Oh my god,” He breathes. I can’t tell whether that’s good or bad. “God, Y/N. Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve helped with everything and anything.” He looks at me with sense of desperation. “I really thought it wouldn’t matter to you.” I mumble. “Oh, Y/N. Of course it would matter. Firstly, it’s you, anything to do with you and I’m all over it. And secondly, Christ, I have a daughter. I’m a father.” His eyes light up. “You’re… happy ?” I can’t hide my confusion. “Yes. Christ, yes. I have a daughter, we have a daughter. We could be a family.” I hear the tone of pride in his voice. “You’d want that, seriously?” I frown, I’m in disbelief. “Of course I would want that. I want you, don’t I? I would certainly want our daughter too.” His grip on my hands tighten. “As long as you would want that.” He adds at the end, seeking my response. I’m speechless, all I can do is nod enthusiastically. A new feeling flows through me. I’ll have a family. A proper family.

"Oh, Y/N. I’m not one for love,” He recalls his words from our night long ago. “But this was love at first sight.” We both say. Cupping my face, he kisses me across the table. I’ve missed the sweet grip of his lips. Something I never want to miss again.

Ask me some of these! These questions are actually pretty interesting! (said the person who wrote them)
  • 1. How old are you?
  • 2. How do you feel about that?
  • 3. How tall are you?
  • 4. How do you feel about that?
  • 5. What was the last dream you had?
  • 6. Are you a liar?
  • 7. Is that last question answerable?
  • 8. What is your spirit animal?
  • 9. Do you know what a spirit animal is?
  • 10. Pancakes, waffles, or French toast?
  • 11. Or do you like something weird like crepes?
  • 12. Do you disagree with the description of crepes as weird and think that that description is suggestive of a narrow cultural perspective?
  • 13. Did the grammatically correct repetition of the word “that” in the previous question excite you sexually?
  • 14. Do you like it when your questions are serialized?
  • 15. Do you like it when your breakfast is cerealized?
  • 16. Do you think that too many of these questions are about breakfast?
  • 17. How long has it been since you kissed someone?
  • 18. Have you ever murdered someone?
  • 19. Are you sure?
  • 20. So where were you on the night of March 2nd?
  • 21. Then how come witnesses put you at the scene of the crime just minutes after the gunshot was heard?
  • 22. What’s your favorite TV show?
  • 23. Who’s your favorite character from that show?
  • 24. Are you giving me a sideways glance because I asked you those last two questions here on tumblr where that's literally all you talk about?.
  • 25. If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, would you die?
  • 26. If you could eat whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted, would you die?
  • 27. Are you going to die whatever you do because this is the human condition?
  • 28. Did you just get a little down?
  • 29. How often do you go grocery shopping?
  • 30. Do you think the people at the checkout line are judging your groceries?
  • 31. If you built a robot, what would it do?
  • 32. If you could speak in a font, which font would it be?
  • 33. What keeps you up at night?
  • 34. If you could have dinner with one person from history, where would you eat?
  • 35. Are you seeing someone right now?
  • 36. Have you been seeing them for a long time?
  • 37. Was it since you were a child? Always at night as you’re drifting off to sleep? Your eyes get heavy and begin to close, but just as you do, you see their face, sheet white and smiling too wide? And they don’t have eyes, not really? Just black pinpoints where the eyes would be? And you jump at the sight, but then they’re gone? And you try to convince yourself that you didn't really see them? But in reality, that face is burned into your brain more deeply than anyone you’ll ever love? And maybe that’s why they’re smiling?
  • 38. Favorite cookie?
  • 39. What’s your dream job?
  • 40. Give me five movies and I'll rank them from most to least favorite
  • 41. Give me five movies and I'll rank them from most to least amount of Steve Buscemi
  • 42. Give me five numbers and I'll rank them from lowest to highest
  • 43. What do you like to do when you alone?
  • 44. What's your favorite version of Solitaire (Patience)?
  • 45. Which is your favorite tooth?
  • 46. Which tooth is kind of an asshole?
  • 47. Which other parts of you are kind of an asshole?
  • 48. What was your favorite place to live?
  • 49. Do you have a secret that you'll take to your grave?
  • 50. Did you seriously just say yes to that last question? Your secret keeping game is weak, son.
  • 51. Does my little hoodrat friend make you sick?
  • 52. But after you get sick you just get sad?
  • 53. Pizza toppings. Likes, dislikes, fetishes, what have you
  • 54. Do you have any friendship dealbreakers?
  • 55. Do you have any relationship dealbreakers?
  • 56. Do you have any relationship jawbreakers?
  • 57. Can you juggle?
  • 58. You're adapting your favorite book into a movie. But OH NOES! The studio thinks there's too many characters and tells you that you have to get rid of one. And if you don't, you're fired. What do you do?
  • 59. You and I are forming a secret society. What is it called and what are the rules?
  • 60. What is it? What do you smell?
  • 61. What's your favorite texture?
  • 62. What's your favorite ...sexture? Aww yeah! *porn music starts playing*
  • 63. Do you have any pets? Tell me about your pets!
  • 64. Okay, okay, you can stop telling me about your pets now.
  • 65. Unless you have pictures.
  • 66. What are the last three songs you listened to?
  • 67. How much pudding?
  • 68. Write a story in six words.
  • 69. *giggles*
  • 70. Do you use the semicolon?
  • 71 Do you talk to yourself often?
  • 72. What do you talk to yourself about?
  • 73. Give yourself a motto.
  • 74. Give yourself another motto, but, this time, it has to be something that abbreviates as T.O.O.T.S.
  • 75. How about a motto that features the noble and majestic albatross?
  • 76. How do you think you're going to die?
  • 77. Nah, that's not it. Trust me.
  • 78. What's your favorite game to play with a group?
  • 79. Do you drink? (Not alcohol specifically. Just fluids in general)
  • 80. How do you sleep? On your back? Your side? On a massive horde of gold and jewels?
  • 81. What's your favorite word?
  • 82. One or two spaces after a period?
  • 83. What would the title of your autobiography be?
  • 84. What about the title of the novel that you would write about the last thing you ate?
  • 85. Infrared or ultraviolet? PICK A SIDE! WE'RE AT WAR!
  • 86. Oh noes! You have to be at a costume party in 20 minutes and you forgot to make a costume! You dumb fuck! What will you do?
  • 87. What's your favorite book chapter title?
  • 88. Did you have an imaginary friend growing up?
  • 89. What about imaginary enemies? Imaginary strangers?
  • 90. Write a villain song for a villain that doesn't have one!
  • 91. What toy from your childhood do you wish you still had?
  • 92. If God exists and makes notes about you in his little Moleskine notebook (Of course God has a Moleskine notebook. He's such a pretentious asshole. JUST BECAUSE YOU BOUGHT A LITTLE NOTEBOOK AND ALSO CREATED THE UNIVERSE DOESN'T MAKE YOU A WRITER, GOD! CALL ME WHEN YOU ACTUALLY WRITE THAT SCREENPLAY!) what does He say about you?
  • 93. How do you feel about parantheticals? (You love them.)
  • 94. Which U.S. President would you most like to make out with? Just make outs, nothing below the belt.
  • 95. Okay, maybe a little below the belt.
  • 96. Do you believe that people have souls? And remember, some of these people like The Black Eyed Peas.
  • 97. What do you sing in the shower?
  • 98. What's your favorite operating system?
  • 99. If it was totally up to you, how long would you like to live?
  • 100. What's it all mean, anyway? You know? Like...LIFE? And shit?

anonymous asked:

Free to be me is awesome! you've got to continue. Cos I'm hooked :)

You asked for it, Sunglasses.


'It wasn’t a question, dumbass.’

'Well that’s a reply for you in anyway.’ Steve replied, ignoring his sister’s incessant requests.

'Do you want me to tell mom what you were actually doing last Saturday night?’ Gail said in a sing-song voice. Damn, she was saving that one for something important. Well, this was important.

Steve narrowed his eyes at her. She must be bluffing.

’ I heard that you almost got caught at the bar with all those fake -’ Gail continued, knowing her brother would have to surrender now.

'What. Do you want.’ Steve muttered through his teeth. He was going to have to be more discreet the next time.

Gail smiled. Now, this was going somewhere.


Gail spotted the brunette at the top of the benches in the grounds. She never understood what the brunette did there for so long, every evening of the week. She did spend most of her time reading and Gail wondered why she just didn’t go to the library instead.

Of course Holly didn’t text her. And Gail didn’t really know what to make of that. It had been 2 weeks since she slipped her number into Holly’s locker, and the brunette hadn’t done anything at all. Gail was miserable. This woman wasn’t going to go easy on her, and she going to have to was pull out all her best tricks.

Gail had tried her best to not spy on her, but it was hard. Especially today. She expected the brunette to be swamped with hoards of people today, but it was just like any other day. Holly just went about her day as usual. And that really fascinated Gail. A lot.

She took a deep breath before walking to the bleachers. She knew she was going to have to play it cool. One last check of her satchel, she made sure her leather jacket was alright and her hair wasn’t a mess and she was good to go.

'Nerd!’ she called out with wave, climbing up to the top of the benches. She saw the brunette rolling her eyes at her, but that wasn’t going to stop her. Nope. Not today.

'If it isn’t 'Smoking’ hot.’

Gail took a seat next to the brunette, not caring what she thought of it.

'If you must know, I am on chocolate now.’

Holly laughed at that, ‘Chocolate’s better for the lungs.’

Gail nodded at the book, ‘You would know that, Holly.’ emphasizing on the name.

Holly eyed her with confusion, trying to remember if she ever told this annoying blonde her name.

'How did -’

'Text book, Nerd, Text book.’

Holly looked down and realized she had written her name on the cover of her textbook. Points to the blonde.

'Are you spying on me?’

Gail scoffed at that, she would have dearly loved to know more about Holly, if only she could. Her brother had told her only 2 things, and as hard as Gail tried, she could only pick up a few notes on the brunette.

'No Sherlock, saw it the other day at the coffee shop.’

Holly nodded hearing that. Clearly she had underestimated this blonde. Now she had to beg the blonde to get her name. Drat.

'And since I’m on chocolate now, why don’t I get my daily fix?’ Gail continued, carefully pulling out a little box out of her satchel, hoping nothing was too badly squished. It was a box of chocolate donuts, which surprisingly had only 2 . Gail took one and offered one to the brunette, who eyed her with suspicion.

'They’re not laced with nicotine - or sleeping powder, Scouts honor!’ Gail promised, thinking that perhaps she hadn’t thought through this plan enough.

'I was just wondering who buys 2 donuts instead of a dozen or two.’ Holly replied with a smile. Gail internally groaned at that. That had been the original plan, but she didn’t have much money left over after her big purchase.

'Just take Nerd, it won’t kill you.’ Gail insisted, and heaved a sigh of relief as the brunette took the donut. Atleast something went to plan.

Holly took a bite of her donut, and suddenly laughed.

'How am I Sherlock?’

Gail looked back at Holly with a mouthful of donut, an eyebrow raised at the brunette. Ok maybe the brunette wasn’t right in the head.

'You got my name off the book. That makes you Sherlock.’

'And yet, you’re the nerd.’ Gail finished taking another huge bite of her donut, which seemed to help calm her nerves.Holly grinned at that and took another bite of her donut as well. This wasn’t as bad as she expected it to be. Atleast she wasn’t fainting yet.

'When’s your birthday?’ Gail blurted out, swallowing the last of her donut, as innocently and laid-back as she could manage.Holly looked at Gail in surprise; it seemed like such a random yet eerily planned query.

'If you must know, it’s today.’ Holly replied as casually as she could, though she couldn’t help smiling a little. She wasn’t big on birthdays, not one for huge parties and get-togethers. She just loved having a day as blissful as anyother. Fact was not many people knew it was her birthday, and Holly wasn’t one for advertising the fact.

'Wow, Nerd, a happy birthday I guess.’ Gail replied with a happy smile on her face. Gail had thought the brunette would have been as elusive as ever and she was glad she finally got a reply from her that wasn’t a comment to hit back at her snark.

'Thanks, Sherlock.’ Holly laughed, finishing her donut and gearing up to leave home. After all it was quite late in the evening.

'And thanks for the donut, but I’ve really got to get home.’ Holly started, packing up her books in her bagpack. Gail hadn’t thought of that in her plan, however. Next time I’m getting a party planner.

'Well I’ll walk you home.’ Gail blurted out again, desperately racking her brains to think of someway to complete the plan.

'To spy on me?’

Gail rolled her eyes at that. Damn this woman was really such a paranoid person.

'See Nerd, spying on you would be me calling up the Security Council and getting your number and your address.’

Holly chuckled at that. ‘So, thank you for not spying on me, but I think I can get home just fine.’ getting up and walking down the benches. Gail grabbed her satchel and climbed down behind the brunette. Elusive mode back on again I suppose.

'Come on Nerd, no one should walk home alone on their birthday.’

Holly smiled at that. Maybe she was going too hard on this blonde. After all, she had given her a donut. And had wished her a happy birthday, inspite of the death-wish she had given her a few weeks back. She waited till the blonde was at the bottom of the bleachers, and the two began walking to the brunette’s home.

'Dare I ask why you were smoking that day. Or attempting to smoke?’ Holly began, slowly walking with this blonde. Damn it’s too weird to ask for names now.

Gail groaned. She wasn’t exactly comfortable about her little escapade that day.

'I was trying to piss off my mom.’ Gail replied in a flat tone.

'And giving yourself cancer would do that how exactly?’ Holly shot back, wondering if this blonde did actually have any sense of self-care.

'I don’t know! Seemed a cool idea to begin with. Which reminds me - what do you suggest I do to piss off my mom?’

'Why are you so intent on annoying your mother!?’ Holly wondered out loud.

'She so badly wants me to be the model kid. Just as she’s the model police-officer.’ Gail replied, recalling all the times her mother brought up the 'police officer’ talk.

'Police Officer? You’re Steven Peck’s sister aren’t you!’ Holly gasped in surprise, it all made sense now. The siblings were notorious for their ideals of rebellion.

'Look who’s Sherlock now.’ Gail replied with a bitter smile. 'So, what do you suggest I do then?’ she continued, hoping to take the conversation back to the list of things she could do to irritate her mother.

'What exactly did you have in mind?’ Holly asked, not exactly aware of the lengths this blonde was willing to go for revenge.

'I was thinking of flunking science - ’ Holly stopped in her tracks to glare at her.


The glare was still on her face, not a hint of a smile there.

'I guess talking to a nerd about flunking school isn’t appropriate.’

'Nope.’ Holly replied, starting to walk home. 'What else you got?’

Gail sighed, she was running out of options of which Holly would approve.

'Last resort was dyeing my hair black.’ Gail sighed, sure that Holly would start on a sermon about all the chemicals in the dyes and so on.

'But I like you blonde.’ Holly replied with a soft smile, stopping outside her house, putting an end to their evening stroll.

Gail had been so surprised at that answer, she almost didn’t realize she had reached Holly’s house. Holly smiled and left the blonde who was staring at her she walked up to the front porch. For some reason, she loved leaving the blonde hanging on her last words as she did.

'Bye.’ she called as she walked up to the front door. Before she could press the bell however, Gail had already rushed to the porch as was standing next to her.

'What do you think you’re doing?’ Holly whispered, afraid her parents might hear them. They wouldn’t exactly mind, but she was sure she wouldn’t be able to bear all their prodding questions.

'I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday again,’ Gail whispered back, following Holly’s suit. 'And give you this.’ Gail fished out a book which was gift wrapped and Holly stared at the blonde in disbelief.

I don’t know if you’d like it and I certainly didn’t want to see your face as you opened it so here,’ Gail finished, thrusting the gift in Holly’s hands and sprinted off into the night. Holly for once, was tongue tied and stared the tag on the present.

'Happy Birthday Holly, From Gail.’ it read. Holly smiled at that. Got her name now.

Taking her present to the privacy of her bed room, she tore off the cover - wondering what on Earth could Gail have gotten her.  She certainly hadn’t expected this.

 A hard back copy of Grant’s Dissector.


Gail rushed home as quickly as she could, hoping to shake off her nerves in the mad dash. When she got home, she noticed the message on her phone and heaved a huge sigh of relief.

'Loved the book Gail.- Holly.’

Gail felt like she could have done a victory dance.She had managed the brunette’s number. At last.