one day i was bored and restless

Green Day songs for when you are feeling ________

Joy/hopeful: 99 Revolutions, 21st Century Breakdown, Carpe Diem, Forever Now, Good Riddance (Time of your life), Holiday, 21 Guns, King for a Day, Last of the American Girls, Minority, Ordinary World, Outlaws, Revolution Radio, See the Light, Somewhere Now, Still Breathing, Sweet 16, Waiting, Welcome to Paradise, ¡Viva la Gloria!

Love: 1,000 Hours, 80, 2,000 Light Years Away, Dry Ice, Fell for you, Hearts Collide, Last Night on Earth, Missing you, Only of you, Redundant, Scattered, See you tonight, Stay the Night, Sweet 16, The one I want, Whatsername, When it’s Time, Youngblood

Anger: Bab’s Uvula Who?, Brat, Christian’s Inferno, East Jesus Nowhere, Letterbomb, F.O.D, Ha Ha You’re Dead, Having a Blast, Horseshoes and Handgrenades, Kill the DJ, Know your Enemy, Platypus(I Hate You), Say Goodbye, Take Back, You Lied

Confusion: A Little Boy Named Train, Are We the Waiting, Armatage Shanks, Coming Clean, Going to Pasalacqua, Jaded, Knowledge, Loss of Control, One for the Razorbacks, One of my lies, The Static Age, Too Dumb to Die, Walking Contradiction, Why do you want him?, X-Kid

Sadness/Pain: Amy, Give me novacaine, Macy’s Day Parade, Misery, No one knows, Outlaws, Pulling Teeth, Restless Heart Syndrome, Wake Me Up When September Ends, Whatsername, Words I Might Have Ate

Pity/Desperation: Brutal Love, Church on Sunday, Emenius Sleepus, Hitchin’ a Ride, Lazy Bones, Misery, Murder City, Oh Love, Paper Lanterns, Pulling Teeth, The Forgotten, Walk Away, ¿Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl)

Disgust: 86, All the Time, Jackass, Nice Guys Finish Last, Platypus (I hate you), Prosthetic Head, Reject, Sick of Me, Stuart and the Ave., The Grouch

Bored: Christie Road, Last Ride In, Lazy Bones, Longview, Rest, Rotting, Sassafras Roots, Tired Of Waiting For You, When I Come Around

Afraid: 16, Don’t wanna fall in love, Don’t leave me, No Pride, Peacemaker, Road to Acceptance, Troubled Times, Warning, X-Kid, Working Class Hero

Anxiety: Basket Case, Brain Stew, Burnout, No Pride, One of My Lies, Panic Song, Stuck With Me, Suffocate, Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?

Alone: Boulevard Of Broken Dreams, Castaway, Disappearing Boy, Jesus Of Suburbia, Misery, Missing You, Suffocate, Walking Alone

Jealousy: Chump, In The End, Nice Guys Finish Last, Paper Lanterns

Have you ever thought of a Supercat West Wing au, where Cat is still Cat Grant, CEO of CatCo World Wide Media. She’s going along with her life, kind of just coasting (I mean. Coasting for her), and she’s a bit bored with her life, but there’s not very much she can do to challenge herself at this point—she’s built her empire, she’s made her legacy. But she’s feeling a bit restless, the same restlessness that got her to this point, that drive to be more.

And then one day, someone from her war correspondent days walks into her office, one Hank Henshaw, who saved her life when she was just a rookie war correspondent who knew absolutely nothing, comes to see her. And he’s talking about this New England small time politician he wants her to go see, at some retirement center, and that’s it. He’s never called upon that debt, never used her for political or financial gain. Cat’s just thinking no way is she the real thing, at this point (especially without Sunny Danvers in her life), more than a bit jaded with humanity and pessimistic.

But the man who once saved her life is asking her for a favor, and it’s not power or money or a position of influence. It’s simply to go to this place in Middle of Nowhere, New Hampshire, and hear some imbecile speak. And this is what old friends do for someone who owes a life debt (and maybe she herself is just a little bit hopeful, just a little bit curious. This is someone who has Hank Henshaw’s faith. Henshaw might be the most honorable and decent man she knows—and for someone who’s life’s work is to ferret out secrets, who refuses to keep her head in the sand, that means something).

And then on the way, maybe she stops in New York to visit her old friend Lucy Lane, who’s working for gage whitney, making rich white guys even richer. Both stuck in their ruts, uninspired.

And Lucy tells her to come back if she sees the real thing. Cat gives a bit of a sarcastic laugh and asks her how the hell would she even know—and Lucy tells her she’s seen Cat excited before, truly excited. Lucy will just know.

(and maybe Cat did her background research on her way there—she was a journalist first. Foster child, with a life plagued by tragedy, adopted by one of the state’s oldest families. Some went to college on military scholarship, had a bit of a career as an artist after serving her 4 years of active duty. Single. Spotless record. Very few relationships, married to her work. Cousin’s a journalist, two tattoos, worked as a diplomat after the artistic stint, majored in art and political science, minor in linguistics. Licensed pilot. Polyglot. Sister of Alexandra “Alex” Danvers, former army medic and Surgeon General. Again, she’s Cat Grant—she does her homework)

So Cat goes to that retirement center and is just prepared to have some really mediocre chicken. She’s barely paying attention—she even has a crossword in front of her—even has it be paper, to prove a point that she’s not busy with a work email or something truly important on her phone Nope. It’s a crossword puzzle. And then there’s the question from the dairy farmer—why did she vote on the way she did on those milk subsidies? That hurt a lot of dairy farmers.

And then there’s just this pause before Kara goes, “Yeah. I screwed you on that one.” And Cat’s head just rockets up and she immediately stops what she’s doing because this is something Cat’s never seen. And she watches as this politician explain that the reason that she didn’t do something very politically advantageous—in a state where dairy farms are big, this small tiny state where those votes really do matter—was because she didn’t want children to go hungry. She wanted children to be able to buy milk.

What you are taught in every college political science class, every high school civics class, in every democratic society, the goal of every politician is to be reelected. And yet this is something that won’t score her any political points, will make her lose constituents—she didn’t offer justification, like oh I voted for this because they’d give us better grazing laws, or anything. This was flat out “I did it for starving children. Not for you.”

And just. She’s almost a little bit pissed because goddammit Hank was right, Cat is absolutely  hooked. She’s completely bamboozled and yeah like Josh she’s just in awed shock and she comes into Lucy Lane’s firm, dripping wet, hair a frizzy mess, outfit ruined,—and this is Cat fucking Grant, she never looks anything but pristine, not a hair out of place—just grinning. And Lucy just stops talking to the client about the deal that would have made her a partner, the culmination of her career and everything she’s been working for her entire adult life—and it’s one of the easiest decisions she’s ever made.

And then Winn, drunk off his ass because he thinks he’s going to get fired tonight because he told if she’s asked about her vote against the dairy farmers tonight she should, and only because it’s the easiest thing to remember, tell the truth.

And then Alex comes in and fires everyone but Winn—which Kara protests wildly at because Kara still doesn’t think that she’s actually going to get elected, that she’s just doing to keep her opponent honest and talk about some issues and be very comfortable conceding the race but Alex has been in politics, has plans for Kara and knows that they could go all the way to the White House, Hank as VP for anyone worried about having such a young woman as President, Alex as Chief of Staff. (and there’s a reason Alex has never planned on running for the White House and that’s a)she is horrible at any type of public speeches and b) Sierra Tuscon, drinks, and pills.)

And then Winn goes all the way to California to visit his old friend James (complete with the James falling into his pool scene with the sheer white shirt because I may be gay but I have eyes and EQUALITY). Winn lets James know that. Well. Yeah, you’re right kara’s never heard of you but Alex sure has. And yes, Kara Danvers is a good person. And that’s all it takes for James to pack up from his 500k a year job to the one that pays 600 a week.

And so now Kara has a team of Lucy Lane, Hank Henshaw, Alex Danvers, Winn Schott, James Olsen, and Cat Grant. And she’s worried now, because she was never supposed to win. She’s just there to make her speeches and keep her opponent honest because they may live in a time where a woman could be president and a black man can be VP—but a straight female president. Not a gay one. But Alex was right and they win and they’re off to the White House. So Kara keeps her secret, and hopes (prays) that no one finds out, because she’s been so very careful, not even Alex knows.

And if Kara thinks that Cat Grant is witty and fierce and determined and witty and sarcastic and absolutely radiant? Well, she’ll keep that to herself.

You’re Absurd

PROMPT: “Person 1 is trying to work, but Person 2 wants attention so they sit on 1′s lap and make 1 work around them.” via @fanficspromptsandfun
PAIRINGS: Peter Parker x Reader
LENGTH: 426 Words
A/N: Hi everybody. My art program is coming to a close (the reason I haven’t been all that active over the past few months). I’m hoping to start writing again soon so look forward to fics and stuff from me! Send me requests!

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[Y/N: your name]
[Y/C/N: your crush name]

[request: could u do one where we’re dating and we live really close so i sneak out to see him and we just cuddle and stuff? thank you! i really love ur other imagines btw !!]

The warm summer breeze floated through your open window, calming you as you laid on your bed. Midnight was nearing and you were growing restless, considering the fact that you had been home by yourself all day. Sure, you might have floated in the pool and started reading a few new books, but you could only relax for so long. The only thing you knew was that you were bored, and you really missed your boyfriend.

You and Y/C/N had only been dating for a little over a month, and as much as it scared you, you were quickly falling for him. In the short amount of time you had been together you found it hard to be away from him and he was always on your mind. But instead of being reasonable and giving yourself the distance you probably needed, you climbed out of bed, grabbed a pair of sneakers, and proceeded to walk downstairs to your front door.

Once you knew you had successfully gotten out of your house, you put on your shoes and began the 10 minute walk to Y/C/N’s house. You were thankful that he lived so close; you loved feeling the soft summer breeze in your hair and hearing the quietness of the neighborhood around you as you walked. You also couldn’t drive even if you wanted to, for your 17th birthday was still a few months away.

Getting lost in your thoughts, you soon found yourself standing in front of Y/C/N’s house. Rather than being a normal person and texting your boyfriend upon your arrival, you instead grabbed a small stone from the ground and threw it up towards his bedroom window (you may have missed the first few times but you got the hang of it eventually). Your heart fluttered when you noticed his blinds pull up, revealing the face of Y/C/N. He quickly opended his window, sticking his head out to look down at you.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You could see him squinting in the dark, and you wanted to slap yourself for immediately thinking about how cute he looked doing so.

“Surprise!” You said quietly, considering the fact that it was the middle of the night.

“Stay there, I’ll let you in.” Y/C/N quickly shut his window and pulled his blinds, disappearing from sight. You couldn’t help but think that he might be mad at you for showing up unannounced (and so late at night), and you began to regret your decision. A few moments later Y/C/N opened the front door to his house, immediately grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. You couldn’t help but notice his lack of a shirt as he led you upstairs to his bedroom.

“Don’t tell me you walked here all by yourself.” He spoke after closing the door behind you. Y/C/N stared at you expectantly as you hesitated to answer.

“I may or may not have walked here by myself.”

He sighed, shaking his head before pulling you to his chest. “It’s too late for you to be walking around by yourself, you could’ve gotten hurt. You know I would’ve come to pick you up if you called me.”

Your heart swelled at the fact that he cared so much about your safety. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, resting your head on his bare shoulder. “I’m sorry, I was just bored and I couldn’t sleep and I missed you.”

Y/C/N chuckled, pulling away slightly so he could press his lips onto yours, a feeling you didn’t think you’d ever get used to. You kissed him back slowly, standing on your tippy-toes to reach his height. He hummed into the kiss before pulling away and smiling down at you.

“You’re crazy, but I missed you too.” You giggled softly as he leaned down to pepper kisses all over your face, “Now come on, let’s go to bed.” Y/C/N let go of your waist to walk across his room to his closet. You sat on his bed while you waited for him to find you something to wear, watching his muscles flex as he sifted through his clothes.

“Stop checking me out.” He joked, pulling out a large t-shirt of his for you to sleep in.
Your face flushed a dark shade of pink at his comment.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, playing with your fingers. The amount of times Y/C/N had caught you staring was more than embarrassing.

Y/C/N laughed, padding across his room to where you were sitting. He tilted your chin up to look at him, kissing you for a few moments before pulling away. “Don’t be sorry. Stare all you want, baby; I’m yours, remember?” Your face flushed even more as he teased you, and you couldn’t help but smile as you jokingly pushed him away.

“Shut up,” you whined, and Y/C/N continued to laugh as he left the room to give you privacy to change.

You opened the door when you were finished and Y/C/N’s eyes travelled over your body, fully aware that you were watching. “How am I going to keep my hands off you?” He muttered, fully intending for you to hear. You blushed (as usual) when he left a lingering kiss on your lips before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards his bed. Once you both got under the covers Y/C/N turned off the lights, submerging the room into darkness. Your heart thudded nervously but excitedly in your chest due to the fact that you had never been this intimate with Y/C/N before.

He laid flat on his back, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him. You naturally draped one leg over his waist in order to lay comfortably on your side. His free hand fell to grip your bare thigh, and you sighed in content.

Y/C/N nudged your head with his in order to get your attention. You looked up from your spot on his chest only to be met with a pair of lips on your own. You hummed in surprise, reciprocating the kiss as butterflies danced in your stomach.

You quickly got lost in the taste of your boyfriend. You weren’t sure how long you were kissing him for, but you were sure that you never wanted this moment to end. With your body wrapped up in his and the feeling of his lips on yours,

This was paradise.

SORRY this is so short & also for being gone for so long:( but I’m excited to get back into the swing of things! thank you all for being patient & for 700 followers, it means the world :’)


here at the end of all things by coffeeinallcaps

Derek takes care of the kid himself. He tells himself it’s because he’s got no other pressing matters to attend to. Chris is keeping an eye on the compound, and Cora is in charge of patrol nowadays. Sometimes Derek thinks they’re fooling themselves by patrolling in the first place; no one out there cares that they’re in here. But it makes the people feel safer and it keeps the more restless ones among them busy, and maybe those are good enough reasons in themselves.

The first time the kid opens his eyes they look wild, more animal than human. Derek’s throat seizes up. (x)

Mafia Boss (G-Dragon Scenario) - Part 36

Posted February 16, 2017

I’d like to thank every deity out there that it’s finally Thursday, because I had so much fun writing this part. I hope you’ll like it too, people! Enjoy~

WARNING! Those who don’t handle violence and strong language well, be ware. This is not, I repeat not, a series suited for young and sensitive readers.

All characters in this series, aside from the members of BIGBANG, are fictional. Any resemblance to real life people, in name or otherwise, are purely coincidental.

Summary: The promise you’d made to Ji Yong, about helping him, was one you found yourself hesitating to keep. Was it really a good idea?

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Fic Author Self Rec

Sweet @lululawrence tagged me for this.

This is incredibly difficult because no matter how much I write, I’m never satisfied with my work but I’m gonna do this.

Map My Veins - is the one fic I’m incredibly proud of for some reason. I put so much time and effort into carefully weaving this story and I remember loving every moment of it. It’s basically about Louis and Harry hooking up after days/weeks of pining and then never see each other until Harry realises what went wrong and fixes it.

December Lovers - is not the first fic but it feels like the first because it’s the one that launched my career in writing fanfiction properly. I emphasise “Properly” here as in “NOT lazy writing because I’m bored”

Tinkling My Heart - this one was really cute and all wintery. I loved writing that piece which is 100% fluff, and a really clumsy Louis on ice. I still smile reading it.

Caught Between Parallel Worlds - this was one of my babies for awhile. All the research and restless nights that went into this was just WOW. It’s one of the better long fics I’ve ever written. In fact it’s one of my favourite long fics.

Woven In History - you know that moment when you plan a 10k fic that moves past a 50k wordcount? Yeah that’s this. I honestly don’t know how it wound up that way but the wizarding world is one magical place innit and who doesn’t love Animagi and Qudditch?

Sugar & Spice - here’s another piece of fluff. You can tell I’m a fluff sucker but I swear I’m all angst as a reader.

Your Wounds and My Sutures - For some reason this is the only fic with so many hits and I don’t even know why. I didn’t quite end up liking the plot but I did love the scenes and the development and how much time I put into this. Besides it was my first big bang fic and it was inspired by @alulawings ‘s mermaid & harpy au art.

How Much You Wanna Risk? - And my latest fic because a) shamless self promo and b) it’s honestly really good so go read it. I hope the pain makes you cry.

I’m tagging : @ashes-and-dust @afirethatcannotdie @loveislarryislove @all-these-larrythings @star55 @allwaswell16 @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee

Also if whoever is reading this and you’re a writer, please feel free to do this tag.

'Negative' Words for the Signs That I Find Positive

Aries: Confrontational, Impatient, Jealous // They are able to fight for the things they want. They don’t like to wait around they want to take action, they don’t like wasting time and in this day and age it makes sense. They are afraid of losing who they love or want their person to be for them only and jealousy is one way they express that.

Taurus: Lazy, Stubborn // At least they don’t stress about every single little thing and being lazy is relaxing and fun sometimes. They believe in what they believe in. I don’t see what’s negative about that.

Gemini: Two-Faced, Restless // They don’t like being confined to just one way of thinking so they explore different opinions on things. They don’t like to be bored. It’s what makes them have fun because they are always doing doing and doing.

Cancer: Emotional, Moody // They know how to feel and how to show it. They feel a lot, and sometimes it’s hard to get their emotions in check so they feel everything at once.

Leo: Vain, Melodramatic // They like to take pride in who they are. They want people to understand what they feel so they exaggerate.

Virgo: Close-minded, Critical // They like to live their life simply and as normal as they can. They like everything to be perfect because perfect is safe it’s normal and right to them.

Libra: Indecisive, Superficial // They’re afraid of making a wrong decision. They like appreciating outer beauty but it’s until they know people in depth that they see the beauty inside too.

Scorpio: Secretive, Resentful, Possessive // They don’t want their personal life out in the open. They don’t like being betrayed and don’t feel like trusting again only to be betrayed again. They love with all they have and expect the same in return.

Sagittarius: Impulsive, Blunt, Irresponsible // They like to do things in the moment. They’re honest but not to hurt people but to express how they feel and what they’ve experienced. They don’t like the pressure of responsibility, who can blame ‘em?

Capricorn: Reserved, Controlling // They choose who to open up to. They feel safe when they’re in control; nothing wrong can happen when they’re in control.

Aquarius: Unpredictable, Rebellious, Aloof // Being unpredictable makes life fun. To defy rules and laws isn’t bad. It’s bad because we are told it is. Being cool and distant isn’t a bad thing, we don’t want to get hurt or we just don’t know how to show how much we care.

Pisces: Gullible, Over-sensitive, Unrealistic // They like to see the good in people. They get hurt sometimes it’s not bad, everyone gets hurt. What’s wrong with being unrealistic? It’s like saying it’s wrong to dream.

[I did this ‘cause I’ve seen these ‘negative’ traits around that aren’t negative at all to me. Just offering a different view of things.]

It Could've Been Worse Part 1

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Warning: Smut

I stood in the doorway not saying a word as Carl laid across the bed. You figured he already knew you were coming. Ever since the accident he developed a sixth sense or something. You sighed and walked towards him sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You can’t hide away in here forever.”, I told him and he chuckled.

“Watch me.”, he snapped.

“Carl come on. Why are you being like this?”, I asked and he tossed the pillow to the side.

“Because I have a hole in my face Y/N!”, he shouted.

“You didn’t get shot I did! You couldn’t even imagine how this feels! Walking around with everyone looking at you as if they pity you!”, he continued.

“No I don’t couldn’t. I’m just trying to help you.”, I said trying not to yell.

“Judith doesn’t even want to be around me anymore! My own little sister.”, he frowned walking over to the mirror.

He grimaced before turning to me. I had tears on the brink of falling as he shook his head.

“You wouldn’t understand how I feel.”, he mumbled.

“I’m…t-trying to understand.”, I stuttered as I got upset.

“Well it won’t work unless you catch a bullet to the eye. Just get out.”, he snapped and I turned to leave.

“In case you don’t remember I was there. I watched my mother and both of my brothers die right in front of me as well as my boyfriend who got seriously injured.”, I started and turned to see Carl with a pillow over his head.

“Now I can’t undo the pain Ron caused you but did you ever think that this could’ve been a whole lot worse for me? I could’ve lost you that night too if Ron hadn’t been killed.”, I stated as he didn’t move.

“But I guess you wouldn’t understand until you watch as Rick, Michonne, Glenn, hell even Eugene get torn apart in front of you. Then following that the one person you love with all your heart isn’t even there for you. Not thinking about how all of this affects you.”, I finished before turning to leave.

I walked down the stairs where Michonne and Rick stood with sadness on their faces. I walked past them straight out of the door to go on about my day. The rest of the day was dull and boring after what happened with Carl. I threw the comic book I was reading out the window before turning in my bed to face the wall. After a few hours of restless sleep I heard a faint knock at my door.

“Go away!”, I mumbled loud enough for them to hear.

They knocked again and I let out a sigh getting up to open the door. I swung open the door to reveal Carl’s bandaged face.

“What Carl?”, I asked.

He stared down at his feet mumbled words I couldn’t understand.

“What?”, I asked and he let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry.”, he said and I was taken aback.


“I should’ve….I only thought that this would effect me but I guess I was wrong. Babe I really am sorry.”, he explained and I crossed my arms.

“Then show me.”, I muttered.

He leaned down towards me capturing my lips with his. His arms wrapped around my waist before slowly moving his hands to my lower back. I gasped as he pulled away captivating me with his blue eye.

“You’re in just as much if a bad position as I am. I should’ve looked at it from you point of view instead of thinking I was the only one affected. I understand that now. If you were shot I’d be upset to for the way I acted.”, he said grabbing my hand.

He pulled me to my bed before slowing laying me on my back. He hovers on top of me before attaching his lips to my neck causing me to let out a soft moan. He slowly trails his kisses to my collarbone where he stills before continuing to my breasts. His hand rubs the curve of my hips as he leaves a purplish mark on my cleavage.

“Carl-”, I started to say but he cut me off with a kiss.

“Let me take care of you.”, he mumbled before grabbing the hem of my shirt.

He slides my shirt over my head leaving me in a blue lace bra. His hands cupped my chest while he nibbled at my neck. I arched my back as the ache between my legs intensified. I moved my hips to rub my clothed slit against his leg to get some friction.

“Please.”, I moaned and he slowly undid my jeans before sliding then down my legs.

They ended up tossed across the room leaving me in my bra and my panties. The corner of his lip turned up as a smirk found its way on his lips. He placed peppered kisses on my neck before descending further down to my stomach. He softly kissed my clothed mound before moving to my inner thigh causing me to groan in frustration.

“Carl s-stop teasing.”, I moaned and he shushed me.

He moved to my other thigh only to move up instead of down. He hovered back over my slit before sliding my underwear down my leg revealing my wetness. He spread my thighs apart before looking up at me.

“Are you sure about this? I won’t force you.”, he asked knowing I had never experienced this before.

“Yes I want this.”, I whispered.

He kissed my lips before turning his attention to my aching clit. His tongue swirled around the bundle of nerves causing me to arch my back off of the bed. I gripped the bed sheets as Carl held onto my thighs as he slid a finger inside me.

“C-carl”, I moaned out.

“Shh. Don’t want to wake up Dad.”, he told me and I bit my lip to quiet my noises.

I felt my stomach tighten as I bit down on my lip enough to draw blood. Before I knew what was happening Carl took my clit gently between his teeth and I saw stars. I shut my eyes tight as I came on his tongue. He came back up to kiss me letting me catch my breath.

“Now get some rest Y/N.”, he whispered and I closed my eyes.

“I love you Carl.”, I managed to say.

“I love you too Y/N.”, he smiled before kissing my forehead.

When Plagg Met Marinette

Part One of the Meet Series

A/N:  I did a bunch of little drabbles while I was at work and decided to through them up on tumblr.  Enjoy!

Summary:  Title says it all.


Plagg was so bored.  So very, very, bored.  Day in and day out, he was always in Adrien’s bag while the boy was in class.  Usually, it didn’t bother him.  He would just nap the classes away.  But today, he found himself restless and unable to settle.  Worse was that he was beginning to go stir crazy.  Just when he thought he was going to burst from too much energy, he caught a whiff of something delicious.  It was close by to.

He popped his head out, careful not to go too far less someone see him.  His eyes scanned all over and looked around the classroom. Once he confirmed he wouldn’t be seen, he flew out and aimed for the ground.  Sticking close to it, he made his way to the seat behind Adrien.  The smell was coming from there.  He looked at the girl, Marinette he thinks her name is. The smell was coming from her little purse, which was hanging at her side.  Slowly, and sticking close to the chair she was sitting in, he flew up to it. In several swift movements he un-clicked it and hopped in.

When he landed inside, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.  Sweets.  Sweets everywhere.  Then again, he did recall something about this girl being a baker’s daughter.  It would make sense that she would have a ton of baked goods on her.  He sniffed around for what he had smelled originally.  He shifted some of the cookies aside, following his nose.  Finally he came upon it.  A cheese danish sat towards the back of her purse.  Jack Pot!!  He wasn’t that much into sweets but he would make an exception for these kinds.

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anonymous asked:

How did you guys move out of camp and into your apartment? Did it just start as one person moving and the rest following? do something happen and you all just wanted to be gone?

Percy: Jason and I moved in first.  Neither of us had a job so, I started working as a barista at a local coffee shop.  I actually saw Nico come into the coffee shop one day.

Nico: We started talking.  Will and I were already having trouble pay rent and Percy mentioned that we could move in since they had a spare bedroom.

Jason: After eight hours of going up seven flights of stairs one hundred times, we finally got all their shit upstairs.

Will: Unpacking was worse.  It was always postponed because Nico couldn’t handle unpacking and he started getting restless and bored and grumpy.

Percy: They had sex on the floor in their bedroom like, four times in a day on a blanket with one pillow.  My blanket since nothing was unpacked!

Nico: It was kinda eventful.  But, the apartment is nice and we’ve been living here since soooo…  Yeah.

This is for smightymcsmighterton

Okay Kingsman in a world with magic, but it is all small magics - start your car without keys, make your vegetables grow better, turn your regular milk to chocolate, when you kiss a child’s scrape better it gets better. Kitchen magic.

Only Eggsy has even less, because his mum hadn’t had any. He has precisely one thing he can do, but actually he loves it. Because it fucks with people.

“Hmmm like pulling on those pretty blond locks.” the guy on smith street says as Eggsy is on his knees.

“Dumb fucking blond” Dean says throwing a bottle at his head.

“Hey blondie” his fellow marines say.

“Who let the blond pretty boy into this?” Charlie asks with a sneer.

“He’s not blond.” Merlin says idly and Eggsy pauses and looks at him. Merlin offers a small smile.

It becomes a weird debate when people are bored around the office. He’s a light blond, no more a medium, no dirty blond. And Merlin going around just saying “He’s not blond.”

There is a mission and Eggsy has to look goth and they all laugh at his black hair with purple tips. Another time his hair is red.

Roxy asks how he isn’t killing his hair with these colour changes but then again less bleaching for blonds.

Merlin rolls his eyes, “He’s not blond.”

Finally there is a meeting one day of the table. It is long and boring and Eggsy starts to get restless and not thinking runs his fingers through his hair and changes it’s colour by a few degrees.

The table all look at him. Eggsy flushes wondering why they are staring. He runs his fingers through his hair again and again it is a few shades darker.

“That’s your magic - you can change your hair colour?” Roxy’s mouth drops open.

Eggsy realizes what’s going on. “Oh yeah, all I can do but it’s fun to mess with people. I mean do you know how many stupid conversations you all have had about my hair? On missions? In the middle of killing people? Merlin’s let me listen to the feeds. It’s hilarious.”

Eggsy ran his fingers one last time and his hair was its natural medium to light brown.

The whole of the table looked to Merlin. “And how did you know he wasn’t blond?” one of them asked.

Merlin just smirked, “He doesn’t change all his hair colour.”

Eggsy choked on the water he was drinking. Harry broke decorum and gave Merlin a high five.

two is better than one

Originally posted by nelliel66

Part One  ㅣ Part Two  ㅣ Part Three ㅣ Part Four   

[wc] 2522 ㅣ

[g]   ㅣ smut ㅣ

[s]  During your wonderful relationship with Tae you cant help but notice his best-friend Jungkook more often than you should. What will become of this sudden desire?

[a/n] This was supposed to be a Christmas present for my best friend @kookingtae but i’m a piece of shit and its now April. Love ya bitch. I’m posting it in parts. Lets start with part one. Don’t die on me Jungkook/Tae Stans.

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Monophobia - the fear of being alone

A/N: I’m not to sure about this :/

Summary: y/N is really insecure about everything, from appearance to the people around her, she doesn’t like people hating her and tries to be a people pleaser as she never wants to be alone. Slight smut

Pairing: y/n and Luke

Hey, do you wanna do something? - y/n

I can’t, I’m busy, I saw you earlier it’s only been a few hours, miss me already? ;) - Luke

Okay dw, I’ll ask one of the other boys- y/n

You know you don’t have to do something to fill every space of the day, we all hung out yesterday, go read a book or something if you’re bored x - Luke

Oh right, okay cool thanks for the suggestion sorry if I’ve annoyed I didn’t mean to- y/n

You didn’t annoy me, it’s fine x - Luke

Okay x - y/n

She sighed before laying back on her bed so she was staring at the celling. Two minutes passed and she was getting restless, had she annoyed Luke? Would he think she was annoying? Would he leave her? Alone?

Sorry for being annoying x - y/n

The next day at school she became anxious to see Luke wondering if he was going to be okay with her.

“Hey babe” he said with his normally cheery grin.

“Hi” she replied watching his every move - searching for any sign of her annoying him.

“You alright?” He asked draping his a round her waist like he always did.

“Yeah” she sighed relieved that she couldn’t pick up any signs of annoyance towards her.

“Great” he smiled kissing her cheek softly and making her blush and stare up in awe at him. How did someone like her get someone like him? She thought to herself- she thought this all the time though.

“You guys coming round tonight?” Calum asked them all receiving a few yeses from the boys.

Y/n didn’t think that she was welcome until she was personally addressed- which of course calum didn’t know- he just assumed she would be there.

At lunch time, y/n had come to the place where they all normally sat only to see that it was empty and no one was there. She started to silently panic. Where were they? Did they all ditch her? Had they planned to do this?

Her mind went into even further panic as she looked at her surroundings, eyes wide and teary, she didn’t like to be alone - it scared her. It left her to her own thoughts and she dreaded when that happened.

Suddenly hands were round her small waist making her jump a little. She felt the warmth of the persons hands and how they fitted against her just like they were meant just for holding her.

“Hey babe, sorry we’re a bit late” Luke said as Michael, Calum and Ashton sat down on the grass floor.

“I-it’s fine” she said quietly- becoming detached just like she did every time she had experienced a small scare or shock.

She didn’t say much for the whole of break, instead she just sat listening and observing the boys and their conversation. She stayed as close to Luke as she could, her whole left side was pressed against his right as he sat cross legged.

She felt safe near Luke, she felt safe around the boys, they were company, good company. She just dreaded when she had to go home, when she had to sleep by herself at night. She hated it, she feared it so much.

“You still up for coming round later?” Calum asked what y/n thought was just the guys.

Everyone mumbled a yes except y/n.



“Are you coming?” Calum asked

“Oh, I didn’t think I was invited but sure I’ll come” she said timidly.

“Of course you’re invited, you’re part of our group” Calum said

“Are you sure that okay?” She asked insecurely

“Of course” Calum said gently. He had picked up on her insecureness. He always noticed how unsure she was, how she always had to be busy. It was like she was scared of being alone that she had to constantly be around somebody. But then he thought she was just extremely insecure.

Luke’s arm had made it way around y/n, holding her tightly as if to show her that he was there and he wasn’t leaving. He too had picked up on her insecureness and how she had to fill her whole day doing things.

“Do you want to stay at mine tonight after Calum’s?” Luke whispered to her.

“That would be great” she smiled suddenly happy that she wouldn’t be alone for a whole night. Her whole mood had perked up as she knew that she wouldn’t have to be alone again until tomorrow.

She could probably enjoy the rest of the day now.

The bell rang for everybody’s last lesson. Luke grabbed her hand tightly in his, his thumb rubbing gently the back of her hand.

He loves being close to her when they are together, he loves to make her feel safe and protected from the world. He was hers. She really had nothing to worry about, Luke wasn’t going to leave her any time soon. He was so I love with her, the thought didn’t ever cross his mind.

But she was constantly on edge wondering when the day he leaves will come. She doesn’t know how she would cope. She would be alone for a lot more time without him. She loved Luke a lot, she didn’t ever want him to leave her.

After school they had all dragged their tired bodies to Calum’s where they hung out for a few hours, the boys showed y/n some knew songs they were working on and she felt happy. The fear of being alone never even crossing her mind at the moment as she was distracted by the company of the guys. Her best friends.

They had a laugh until Luke decided they should go back to his. Earlier than when the others left as he wanted to spend as much time as he could with y/n.

They sat on Luke’s bed, y/n wrapped in his long arms, her head buried in his shoulder, both of them trying to be as close as possible.

But it wasn’t quiet working, they both felt the urge to be closer.

“Y/n… You know I love you right?” Luke asked. He’d told her before but he didn’t think she believed him due to being so insecure. But truth is she wasn’t that insecure- she knew Luke loved her but she just didn’t like being alone.

“Yes, I know and I love you too” she said back at him, receiving the most amazing smile off of him that made her heart flutter.

“Good” he whispered kissing her gently on the forehead. “God, I’m so I love with you” he mumbled kissing her again but on the lips this time.

Her smaller hands hesitantly fiddled with the bottom of his shirt tugging gently at it indicating that she wanted it off.

He took the hint pulling it off as she stared at his sculptured chest. Running her hands gently down it before reaching the top of his jeans. She looked up at him seeing he was already staring at her. Blushing she met his eyes while unbuttoning his black skinny jeans.

She got off his lap while he took them off before climbing straight back to where she was previously sat. Luke was now in his boxers, he realised that he needed her as close as possible immediately. He couldn’t wait any longer.

He took her top off quickly and also her leggings. Both of them were now in their underwear, Luke hovering over her fragile frame while the covers were covering them both.

Luke’s hands were cold as they fiddled to find the clasp of her bra, he smiled in triumph as he managed to unclasp it. He moaned quietly at the feel of her chest pressed tightly against his. His fingers trailed down her body before reaching the band of her underwear. He looked her dead in the eyes as of asking for permission. Of course she nodded, her hand reaching to his face, pulling his lips down onto her softly. Without breaking the kiss, Luke’s hands dipped inside of her underwear, he could tell she wanted him as much as he wanted her so he decided to take her underwear off and riding himself of his boxers.

They had done this before. But it felt different every time , no one else would understand it, they needed each other so badly, they both had to be near each other; they couldn’t go days with out the other. Some people told them they were too young to be this attached but they decided they didn’t care, they decided that the only people to judge their relationship would be themselves.

“I love you okay? Don’t ever, ever forget that” he whispered

She didn’t reply, after all he knew she loved him and she knew that he knew that.

“Ready?” He asked quietly, nudging his nose against hers gently.

She nodded a she leaned down to kiss her once again, he lined himself up with her, before pushing slowly into her as she arched her back up From the bed to bring him in closer.

His hands gripped her hips, gently rocking her against him as she moaned out beneath him.

His moans matched her, as he closed his eyes in pleasure. This girl would be the death of him.

“Uh- fuck y/n” he groaned loudly as she whimpered quietly.

“Luke - I’m-” he covered her mouth with his, sloppily kissing her as they both reached their highs.

Pulling out, Luke rolled to the side of her bringing her close to him in a tight hug ready to both fall asleep, they drifted off in each other’s arms, Luke’s fingers tracing patterns on her skin, comforting her to know he was there.

It was the middle of the night wen y/n woke, she panicked realising that Luke wasn’t beside her, he had left. She felt tears prick at the corner of her eyes before she frantically got out of his bed.

Why did he leave? Was he coming back? What did she do?

“Y/n?” Luke whispers appearing at the door, squinting his eyes at her as he carried a glass of water to the side of the bed. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked concerned. He climbed back into his bed, letting her lay her head on his chest and stroking her hair.

“Bad dream” she lied not wanting to be clingy.

She didn’t want to admit she feared being alone , she thought that he would think she was too clingy.

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here, I won’t let anything happen to you” he reassured “I’m not leaving” he said knowing that she was lying but going along with her, reassuring her that he want going to leave her alone.

anonymous asked:

Can you write a blurb where you are really scared of thunder storms and he isn't home but then he arrives and cuddles you and you two talk a little about anything.

blurb night number one leggo leggo 

one of the drawbacks of living in london was the weather. more specifically, the rainy weather. but it wasn’t the rain that bothered you really, it was when the rain got really hard, and it welcomed it’s friends Thunder and Lightning. cCCRRAACKK you wince as your vision is blinded by light and then your eardrums are blown apart by a loud crackle. pressing your hands against your ears hard, you curse the cup of coffee that you decided to have an hour earlier. if you didn’t have that cup, you might be asleep right now, and you would not be lying in bed, swearing at the storm. and what made it worse was that harry wasn’t here to comfort you. usually during a storm, he would distract you with just his mere presence and somehow that was enough to scare away the thunder…but tonight you were alone and CRACK damnit. after an hour of tossing and turning, you’re about to admit defeat from sleeping when you hear the front door open. your first thought was burglar, but then once the rational, more probable part of your brain kicked in, you realized HARRY! he entered the dark bedroom, expecting you to be asleep. he tiptoed around the bed, taking off his shoes as well as his socks, and his shirt too. “harry,” you whisper, ruffling the sheets. his head whips towards you, and you think you can see a sliver of a smile. “still up?” he kicks off his jeans and crawls into bed. he pulls you close to his heated chest and you immediately relax. he murmurs, “I should’ve figured, with the storm and everything. sorry to get home so late.” you shake your head in protest of his apology. “no it’s okay, you were working.” his brown curls tickle your forehead as he yawns, “how was your day?” you let your eyelids flutter to a close as you reply, “good, i guess. i went to visit my parents, then i sat at a caef all day until it closed.” harry’s chest shakes as he laughs, “what were you doing in that cafe? were you bored?” you feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into restlessness, “not really. i wrote. and there was a lot of coffee.” “mm, coffee. is that why you can’t sleep?” harry pulled you closer, impossibly closer, and you could hear his heartbeat. “that, and the thunder,” you whisper into his chest. “what thunder? i can barely hear it,” harry strokes your hair with one hand, while the other one wraps around you protectively. he’s right, you think as you start to lose image of where you are. you can barely hear it.

Ah, the Bickers of love

Originally posted by taesverynofun

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

*Taehyung’s POV

Genre: Once again…Fluff

Word Count: 1,348

 A/N: This is more like a second part to this but only because of the characters, so you may wanna give that a read first but you don’t reeaaally have to. TBH IDK ABOUT THIS ONE I WINGED THE ENTIRE THING HSHHSJ

We may bicker, we may age, but I will always love you.

“Honey, in my youth, if I’ll have you know, I was quite the rebel.”

 "Oh I’m aware dear, I mean stealing lollipops was heavy criminal business.“

 "Oh come on! You know it’s true, you were with me half the time! In fact you were behind almost every scheme if my memory isn’t failing me.” I coughed out, trying my best to maintain a serious face.

“I’m surprised it hasn’t yet.” She laughed out lowly, but despite their old age, my ears were working just fine, well enough to pick up the sly comment.

“Ha, ha very funny, at least my hair isn’t turning a freakish white, it’s transforming into a charming silver.” Leaning back into the lush of the armchair, I watched as she peered at me through her reading glasses, shooting me one of those glares she’d gotten so good at giving before she settled back into her book. I sighed in contentment, my eyes growing weary, flickering shut, demanding a nap before our walk out to the garden. The one she insists on doing almost every day. Where we’ll simply jog down to the park about 15 minutes away and circle the flower garden until boredom finally strikes. Actually she only, truly insists because along the way, we end up passing that old little cafe I used to work at centuries ago. Something about the nostalgia of it all.

When we moved back here to good ol’ Seoul from a 4 year stay in Sydney, I couldn’t believe my ageing eyes when I saw its doors still standing there. Not more than her though, she was practically gleaming- almost as much as she was when we went to Spain on our honeymoon.

Ever since then she’s made some sort of pact with herself that we walk by it during our little exercise routine, dragging me along with her. Usually it’d be the complete opposite; I would be the one dragging her lazy, antisocial ass in an explosion of restlessness. Simply to put some meaning into the day, even if it meant just having lunch from the hotdog stand 10 minutes away from her old apartment. But the job got far too tiring, especially after a solid 40 years, so we’ve switched roles now.

“You’re such a bore.” I peeled open an eyelid to peek at her, just in time to catch the little pout she used to do so often and a smile graced my chapped lips.

“Ah really? Then is that why you married me?”

“Well what can I say, I took pity on you. Thought I should at least give the dork a chance.” I may as well have spit out my drink, if I had one, instead I choked on a scoff.

“YOU? pity ME? Darling it was YOU that asked ME out, I only agreed because I was afraid you’d burst with how red you were. Also I’m not boring, if anything it was I that turned you interesting.”

“Oh bug off, I had lady problems that day. Blame the hormones!” She argued flailing her hands in wild gestures. “And how dare you, I am plenty interesting. I was tired of being single and you were just a last resort.”

“Lies, you came to the cafe every single day for breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, everything!” I gaped, pulling back each finger as I counted every meal I could think of.

“Quit making me out to be a stalker my goodness! I came for the breakfast and that was only once a week!”

“Yet somehow it was always when I had a shift…” I held my chin, still amazed at the coincidences that couldn’t be called coincidences after the fourth time.

“Blame it on your good looks alright, nothing more. Now those have faded too.“ she sighed dramatically and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Says the one turning 59 next week, just a year till 60 sugarplum.” I had to bite back a grin, pursing my lips and clamping my eyes shut in both anticipation and fear of her reaction when she slammed her book shut.

“Kim Taehyung!” Oops.

“I am still younger than your old ass and, unlike someone, I don’t look a day over 40. How dare you insult your loving wife like this.” She exclaimed with a gasp, and a series of mumbles. Probably curses. “We agreed I wasn’t going to age after 45 by the way so be quiet.”

I turned toward her, clasping  her hand in mine.“I know I know, I’m sorry. You’ll always be prettier and younger than me, promise.” I chuckled, cooing when she responded with nothing but a pout and puff in annoyance.

“I love you.” Her thin brows shot up at my loving gaze- just like mine did when she uttered those same three words for the very first time, and I found myself repeating them to her with tenfold the excitement.

Her gaze narrowed suspiciously when I tried to throw in a cheeky wink.

“Yeah, yeah I love you too.“I slid my fingers into hers, bringing the back of her hand to my lips for a loving peck. She rolled her eyes but I could see the corners of her lips tugging at a smile.

It was true, she did look younger than her age, maybe not 20 years younger but definitely not 59, old age had favored her, skin still smooth- albeit the few folds and the subtle sag that came with time. Smile still as bright, soft, if not more. Her kind eyes still glowing like they used to, especially when we found freedom after graduation. When I landed a career that took me from one corner of the earth to the next, keeping her glued to my side whilst she built and raised her very own Jewellery business, watching it grow and expand through the comfort of her laptop.

Discovering new places, new foods, new people, embracing every change that came my way, except the hand that I held through it all. Even through ruthless arguments that threatened us apart and long distance calls when she couldn’t board a flight with me.

The age agreement of 45 was born one day out of nowhere when she stalked out of the bathroom, eyes fixed on me, declaring sternly that she will now be 45 forever as she clung onto a grey strand of hair that she had yet to dye. I really did choke on my juice then, laughing until I saw her unwavering expression and nod my head so fast I gave myself whiplash, watching as she stomped back inside.

It didn’t matter anyway, she’d still look like a fresh new day to me, still elicit the same admiration and devotion I will always have towards her, no matter the unhealthy obsession she has for drama and gossip- yet sticks her nose up at the smallest whiff of any around herself.

I will still cherish her even if she’s wrong and she refuses to admit it-the silent card her best tactic. Although I could always have her feeling guilty with a simple sigh and a dejected ‘Whatever’. She never could play it out long enough until she would turn up teary eyed and apologetic.

I will still see the same mesmerising beauty I saw 40 years ago, stuttering her order and shattering a glass one Spring Tuesday. I will adore her no matter how many wrinkles decorate her skin, will listen and kiss her quiet when she nervously defends the unnecessary luxury she pulls out of branded shopping bags. I will forgive and tease her no matter how many times she forgets the simplest of things or runs late for no reason at all. I will love her till the day I die, even if she may no longer breathe beside me anymore. She is my all and even through the worst of times, I will never regret taking that job at a little bistro on a Winter Monday because I met a clumsy, hopeless romantic who ended up as the love of my life on a beautiful Spring Tuesday.

anonymous asked:

companions react to not seeing sole for a week and then finding out that she was kidnapped by a bunch of raiders :O

I rather liked this one :’) Thank you!

Cait:  When she hadn’t seen Sole for a while, she figured that the inevitable had happened: Sole got tired of having her around, and took the easy way out by avoiding a confrontation.  Cait could take a hint.  She didn’t like it, she actually thought Sole was better than that; the whole thing left a sour taste in her mouth, but she decided to wash it down with alcohol.  Eventually, while she was at the Dugout Inn in Diamond City, she overheard some people talking about a rumor of Sole being kidnapped and held hostage.  She immediately got up from her table, stormed over to the gossipers and grabbed one by the collar and lifted them into the air, bring their face just inches from hers.  “Tell me where,” she growled through a drunken slur.  It only took a day’s travel before she got to the raider’s hideout, and she cleaned through them in a fit of rage, swinging her barbed bat in every one of the bastard’s faces.  Eyes shining wildly through the blood coating on her face, she saw Sole tied to a chair in the corner, bruised and battered.  She untied their restraints, swung their arm over her shoulder, and helped them out of the building without a word, the flood of relief washing over her, scrambling her thoughts.

Codsworth:  Home was lonely without Sole around.  They usually checked up on the neighborhood pretty regularly, and Codsworth was getting worried.  One night, while he was running diagnostics, a raider had run past and thrown a brick with a note attached through a window.  He found it in the morning, managed to detach and unfold it, and almost shut down in shock when he saw the ransom demands.  He wasn’t confident enough to take the raiders on himself, so he did everything he could to gather what they demanded as quickly as he could.  He added in extra chems and alcohol to the box of demanded items to try to sweeten the deal if they decided to go rotten on him, but luckily they complied, and tossed Sole out of their shack with a sack over their head.  Codsworth chaperoned Sole to safety before removing the sack and checking them over multiple times, ensuring that they were safe.

Curie:  Curie was so lost in her research that she hadn’t even noticed that Sole had even been missing for as long as they had.  It wasn’t until Preston had brought her a note, written in very poor handwriting, for her to decipher.  “Why, monsieur… I do believe this is a ransom!” She gave Preston more details on the demands, threats, and location, and insisted that she be able to help in some way.  Preston decided it best to ambush the hideout, and Curie acted as a medic for the Minutemen and, most importantly, for Sole once they were recovered.  She never left their side until all of their injuries were completely healed.

Danse:  While he would never openly admit it, Danse kept a close eye on Sole.  If they left his field of vision for too long he became a nervous wreck, and since Sole had been missing for almost a week now, this was becoming obvious to everyone around him.  He was assigning his team to scouting missions to try and pick up some sort of trail on Sole, and getting more impatient  as hours passed.  Eventually, word came back of a letter demanding ransom in exchange for Sole’s safety.  Fury began to boil within Danse as he demanded to know where the note came from.  He made a run for the raider stakeout, ignoring his team’s demands for planning and teamwork.  He was going straight to the heart of that raider gang and beating them all to a damned pulp.   As he neared the encampment, he pulled out his laser rifle and started blasting away.  Raider after raider turned into simmering piles of dust, and Danse made a point to step through as many of those piles as he could as he searched for Sole.  He found Sole, blindfolded, gagged, and tied in a closet; he swiftly exited his power armor and brought Sole into his arms.  He removed the gag and blindfold and smiled sweetly at Sole as they sighed and looked at him with relief.  “I’m glad you’re alright, soldier.”

Deacon: Even whenever he and Sole didn’t work together for a while, Deacon was able to pick up some sort of hint as to what they had been up to, where they had been.  It was odd, really; one day he found out about some shenanigans that went down by the Atom Cats garage, and then they went cold. Nothing for days.  Out of curiosity, he took a trip down south to try and investigate more intimately.  At the garage, someone had mentioned that they received a ransom note about Sole and figured it was some sort of shitty prank.  Deacon’s heart dropped.  He demanded to see the note, and went to scout out the supposed raider’s hideout.  He watched for hours from the shadows, and was able to count that there were 5 raiders within a boarded up house.  They didn’t seem to be a particularly cautious or alert, so Deacon decided to take a risk and sneak into their house through the back door when they weren’t paying attention.  He made a close call with one of the raiders, but luckily she was so lost on a chem high that it didn’t matter.  He found Sole tied up on the floor with a bag over their head, and was quick to put a finger to their mouth as he removed the bag.  When their startled eyes met his, he lowered his sunglasses and winked.  He picked them up over his shoulders, and made his way out just as quickly as he came.  The raiders never knew what hit them.

Hancock:  Hancock was getting pretty lonely around the Old State House without Sole’s gorgeous face livening things up.  Chems, booze, and sex was great and all, but after traveling with them, all he wanted to do was spend time with them.  Then one day, as he was lounging on the couch, some unlucky bastard got shoved through the doors by two of the neighborhood watch.  That poor son of a bitch must of either really pissed someone off or lost some sort of bet to have been sent to deliver the news of Sole’s ransom situation; he didn’t get to leave Goodneighbor without multiple broken bones, missing teeth, and a black eye.  Hancock left the town without a word, and dragged that now-broken piece of shit miles through the wasteland to get Sole back.  Upon reaching the gates of the raider settlement, he threw the battered messenger forward and yelled “I don’t have a single god damned problem giving everyone here the same treatment this bastard got.  Show me you all have a few brain cells to rub together and give me what I came here for.”  The encampment was silent, until one raider tried to charge at Hancock with a pool cue.  He just tilted his head back with a look of exasperation before catching the cue midswing, twisting it out of the raider’s hands, and using it to choke him to death.  “Anyone else?” he yelled out, tossing the pool cue to the side.  Two raiders then escorted Sole to the gait, their hands tied behind their back.  He nodded to them both as he took Sole’s arm.  “Have a nice day, pricks.”

MacCready:  MacCready was getting pretty bored and restless without Sole around.  It had been so long since they traveled together that he had actually considered just going out by himself for a while to blow off steam; maybe do some target practice with raiders or something.  He packed up his gear and headed out, and after a few days he realized it just didn’t feel the same without Sole around.  Their jokes, their smile, their god-awful aim… at least that was improving since he started teaching them how to shoot better.  As he was climbing up over a hill, he spotted a few small shacks in the valley with a group of people in the middle of them.  He crouched down, set up his sniper rifle, and gazed through the scope. Raiders. About 7 of them… wait.  One was tied to a chair, and they looked familiar. It was Sole!  “Oh my god…” he whispered to himself.  He watched through his scope as two of the raiders seemed to be fighting with each other, one was pointing at Sole and shaking a fist, and another punched Sole in the jaw.  That was it.  Rage started boiling up within him as he quickly loaded his rifle.  The raider that punched Sole was first; their head exploded in a spray of red.  The rest started panicking and moving faster, but it didn’t matter.  He picked them off, one by one, shattering their skulls and splattering blood everywhere.  Once he was sure he had gotten them all, he hurriedly packed his rifle and ran to where Sole was.  “Are you okay?” he shouted from a distance.  He slid to a stop on his knees beside them and quickly started loosening their ties. “Did they hurt you? God, I should have known you were in trouble, I’m so sorry. I’ll never let this happen again.”

Nick:  Nick had been at his office in Diamond City, looking over cases and contacting people whose cases had been solved.  As Ellie was bringing the mail in one evening, she dropped everything as she was reading a letter.  She couldn’t even speak; she just shakily passed it to Nick.  “Hm?” He looked up at her suspiciously at first, then read the letter.  It was a ransom.  Someone was going to kill Sole if he didn’t show up with 500 caps by midnight.  He dropped the letter and rose from his chair, placing a hand on Ellie’s shoulder before briskly walking out the door.  He stood at the rendezvous point well before midnight; two raiders approached him from the shadows, Sole standing between them with a gun held to their head.  The raiders promptly demanded the caps, and Nick threw a heavy bag at each of them.  The raiders immediately ran off, leaving Sole stumbling forward towards Nick.  He cut their ties.  “Y’alright kid?” Sole nodded.  “Alright, listen, we need to hurry and get out of here.  Those whackos are real amateurs; didn’t even check the bags, but they’ll be back soon when they realize that wasn’t a buncha caps I gave ‘em.”

Piper: Piper was getting restless. She hadn’t left Diamond City in what felt like ages, and she hadn’t seen Sole in even longer.  She was setting out newspapers in the morning, before the city really got bustling, and felt something land at her feet. It was a crumpled up piece of paper.   She looked around, but saw no one.  She uncrumpled the ball and felt her heart sink.  This ransom letter was made with words and phrases cut and pasted from her own paper, a threatening ransom for Blue.  She swallowed hard; her mind was blank.  The journalist in her wanted to start recording thoughts and ideas immediately, start coming up with conspiracies and theories, but the friend in her needed to find Blue as soon as possible and save them, care for them.  She gathered up their demands, but planned to sell them short; hopefully they wouldn’t notice.  She waited at the destination that was listed on the note for what felt like forever, but as the sun began to fall, one single raider approached her.  “Here’s your shit,” she said sharply, tossing the box to them, “Now where’s Blue?” The raider just motioned with his head toward a car with the trunk cracked up before taking off into the shadows.  She ran over and held her breath as she hoisted the trunk lid up.  Surely enough, there was Sole, and she let out her breath with a nervous laugh.  She had never felt so relieved, and for once, the news story didn’t matter.

Preston:  On his rounds around Sanctuary Hills, Preston often would stop to stand at the foot of the bridge and gaze around, looking for some sign of Sole.  The General would often take leave for days, even weeks at a time for various reasons, but something about their absence didn’t seem right this time.  He turned on his heel and started to follow the street.  He heard the turret posted near the center of the neighborhood whir to life and start firing away, obscene shouting echoing from the woods.  Gravel crunched under his boots as he made a sprint to the edge of the settlement, his mind flooding with incoherent, borderless thoughts of raiders, synths, death, mutants, lasers, and the shining beacon that brought it all to a calm, the person he admired most… Sole.  By the time he reached the turret, it had already shut down, smoke pouring out of its red hot barrel.  Two dead raiders lay several meters away, and upon searching their bodies, he fell back in the dirt out of shock and disbelief.  He held a ransom note in his hands, a demand for an unbelievable amount of supplies in exchange for the Minutemen’s General’s possible safety.  Preston felt dizzy.  He thought of Sole as untouchable; they shot down raiders and ghouls like they were nothing, led the assault against the mirelurk queen at the castle, hell, even a super mutant behemoth hadn’t stilled any sense of fear in them.  But now they needed help.  Rescued, by him.  After he stilled his shaking hands, he pulled himself to his feet and immediately gathered his most trusted men.  They were going on a rescue mission, and he commanded that no raider at the encampment would be shown mercy.  He and three men managed to sneak into the shabby raider camp in the midst of night, during a radiation storm.  Very little could be seen apart from red lasers disintegrating their target, and the occasional glimpse of Preston’s worry- and fury-filled grimace when a lightning strike lit up the yard.  Preston scoured every corner of every shack and tent of the raider camp, his anxiety worsening and turning his insides into a tangled mess.  He’s knees almost gave out on him when he found Sole tied to a chair, their face barely recognizable behind the bruises and swelling.  He felt his eyes water as he took in a shaky breath, reaching out to touch their face as he whispered their name.  They leaned into his touch, and he let a tear fall down his face before shouting to his men that the General was safe.

Strong:  Strong had been by himself for a while.  He had been roaming around the city, picking fights where he wanted to, but mostly getting annoyed that people seemed to be following him.  He could hear them whisper about not wanting to approach him, and every time he turned to approach them instead, they would run off screaming.  A few had left pieces of paper behind, but he considered them worthless.  Weeks had gone by without seeing Sole, but those annoying bastards starting showing up more frequently.  After another, a particularly shrimpy human, had run off in terror, he finally decided to follow them.  They were pretty stupid; never looked back once at the hulking, grunting mass that was stalking them.  They led him straight to their encampment.  As Strong pushed the gates open, nearly knocking the door off its hinges, every raider lost their mind.  Some fled for their lives, others hid, and a few poor sons of bitches actually were dumb enough to try to fight him.  He crushed their skulls with ease, and paid no attention to the weaklings cowering and whimpering below decks and behind buildings.  He found Sole secluded in a shack of their own, and despite their constant thanks and praise, Strong just hoisted them up over his shoulder before mumbling “This place waste of time.”

X6-88:  X6 had been working primarily with Sole at this point.  The only time he ever left the Institute was when he accompanied them, and he couldn’t remember the last time they traveled together.  He still had trivial duties around the Institute to complete, but they were starting to get boring and dull, even for him.  While he was making his rounds about the uppermost floor, a synth stopped him and briefly informed him of information he had seen on a report from a synth on the surface; Sole had been kidnapped and was being held hostage by a band of raiders.  X6 clenched his teeth, and asked for the coordinates before scolding the synth for obtaining information not pertinent to his duties, though he would let it slide this one time.  He briskly made his way to the molecular relay, teleporting to the middle of the raider settlement, and eliminated every hostile target with precision and ease.  He retrieved a battered and bruised Sole, and relayed back to the Institute to personally tend to their wounds.

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    “Gabriel, please. I’m busy.”

    “But I’m bored…” Gabriel propped his feet up on his desk and leaned back in his chair. After Metatron royally screwed everything up, Castiel had called upon Gabriel to help him put things back in order. Gabriel agreed, since God would have probably wanted an archangel leading heaven and his other brothers were either dead or imprisoned for eternity. He was able to give Castiel back his grace and reopen heaven, letting anyone who fell come home. It was fun at first, redecorating and getting everyone in order. Gabriel was surprisingly fit for command, and most angels fell in line to follow him. Anyone who opposed was sent to spend eternity with Metatron in Heaven’s prison, which was torture in itself. 

    It was when everything started to fall into a routine that Gabriel became restless. As second in command, Castiel took on most of the responsibility, leaving Gabriel to deal with bigger problems, which there were very little. Even the Winchester’s seemed to be fine on their own, regardless of one being a little less than human. All and all, Castiel found himself having to entertain Gabriel at times rather than focus on work.

    “You’re always bored, Gabriel,” Cas sighed, putting his papers down. 

    “I know!” Gabriel jumped up and walked over to Cas. “Let’s take today off.”

    “But today is the day that–”

    “Oh, who cares,” Gabriel interrupted, grabbing the seraph’s hand. “Hannah can handle it.” Castiel suddenly found himself on a white sand beach, sporting only a pair of blue swim trunks and thong sandals. Gabriel grinned at him from under a pair of aviator style sunglasses and gripped his hand a little tighter. 

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          It had been a long day of kissing ass at the firm and Mason was exhausted. He lay in bed watching TV mindlessly in attempt to relax, but he was bored. After all the excitement of his day at work he was restless, so he pulled out his phone and began to text his friends. There was only one person he was really interested in speaking to though and that was Olivia. She always knew how to entertain him, and he needed that right now. 

Mason: You’ve been very quiet today. I thought you would be missing me… :(