quick shut me up

Why she always happened to be in the room when the lovebirds comes in, Pidge couldn’t even begin to understand. She’ll be minding her own business, messing with one robot or line of code or another, when -bam-!

Keith and Lance would burst into her quiet space and start flirting with each other. Things like:

“Mullet, so help me, if you even try to take my jacket again-”
“I didn’t take your jacket, Lance.”
“Then how come you’re wearing it?”
“You left it in my room-”
“So you did take it!”

She would electrocute them both if she could. Her brother had been no better on Earth with Shiro. She would be sitting in her own room, trying to figure out how to fix the toaster that her father had broken (again) when she would hear the noisy boys through their shared wall.

“Shiro, those aren’t your pants.”
“They so are, Matt.”
“Are not!”
“They- Wait? Is Katie hitting the wall again?”
A sigh. “We get it.”

Of course, her parents were no better. Kissing each other every opportunity, sharing such loving looks…

Pidge sighs and sets her work down for a moment. If she thought about it, then she might say that she’s jealous. But she’s 14 and is just so done with all of that romance stuff. How is she going to survive when she’s surrounded by love birds?

That’s not to say she isn’t happy for them. Really, she loves seeing how happy her friends and family are when around their partners. But can’t they stop being gross? She’s 14!

anonymous asked:

In chapter 60 we see He Tian for the first time. He's not alone but with some other guy. I wonder who it may be and why we don't see that guy anymore. What do you think?

hi, anon!! this reply comes incredibly late, and im really really sorry about it, i can only hope you’re still around to see this!!

okay, so, just to be clear, you mean these two guys, right??

aah, i remember seeing this theory running around in one of my very brief appearances on tumblr sometimes last month, but if i have to be honest i’ve never given much thought to it. now that i had the time to look better at it, i have to say that the black haired guy does resemble he tian a lot, both physically and personality-wise, so it’s definitely possible for that to be he tian’s first official appearance in the story, and if the fandom is considering this canon now, then count me in, im more than okay with this!!

as for the other guy, tho, i don’t think he is particularly important. even if the black haired guy was indeed he tian (and im pretty convinced that he was), this happened back in chapters 60 and 61, while he tian’s real main appearance is in chapter 102. it’s true that old xian used to update more often in the past, but still, a lot of time passed between those chapters, and it’s likely that the idea old xian had about he tian and his story changed throughout the weeks. it’s a natural part of the creation process, and most of the times what you came up with at the beginning turns out completely different once it actually comes the time to put it down on the page. he tian’s story was probably very different at first, and it’s possible that this dude was a big part of it (maybe he tian was supposed to go with him at first, who knows), but then, as the characters took life in old xian’s mind, they realised it wasn’t good, or that they simply didn’t like it, and they decided to change it, and thus tianshan was born

of course, we can’t be sure of anything (not even that the black haired guy was indeed he tian) unless old xian confirms it, and it’s probably never gonna happen, so we’ll probably never really know how things were supposed to go and how much they changed from the original idea, but yeah, i don’t think we should particularly worry about this other guy and why he doesn’t appear anymore, he probably was just written off from the story, or was always supposed to be just a background character. if we are going to accept that the black haired dude was he tian, then im simply going to consider this guy a classmate with which he hung out sometimes, with no particular meaning behind it (i did always find it strange that they never seem to interact with their classmates tbh)

…….unless old xian decides to surprise us all and bring the guy back to create some drama in the future, but there are already so many things on their plate, i really don’t think that’s going to happen. if anyone wants to use him to create headcanons or write fanfictions, though, you’re definitely gonna have my support!!

#intense #insane

All I Wanted; C.H. 24

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10**, part 11*, part 12*, part 13, part 14, part 15**, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23

Harry offered to come inside with me – but I reluctantly declined. I knew what would have happened if he had come inside, and I would’ve regretted it first thing in the morning. We did spend more than an hour in the car, talking about what I’ve gotten myself into, about Calum, about Meredith. It has become quite clear what was next on my to-do list. Talk with Meredith.

It was something I had been avoiding ever since this had started, so I wasn’t too keen on doing it right now either. The morning after left even a worse aftertaste and I didn’t think it were possible. I had spent the entire night mauling over everything Calum had ever said or done leading up to this moment. Searching for an indication somewhere that I had misread any signal Calum had sent me, anything that could imply that it was all in my head and I thought that he was interested in me like that, but came up empty-handed.

When I decided it was time to be part of reality again, and I checked my phone, messages of Harry, Luke and Calum had littered my lock screen. I decide to thank Harry and apologize for not answering his ‘I’m home’ message. After everything he has done for me in such a short period, which mainly means listening to me whine, drive me home and be there when I’m a sobbing mess, even if we were only mere friends with benefits when this special friendship begun, I owed him a lot.

I make a mental note of thinking of a way to thank him properly, rather than a lame-ass text at noon. Next up is Luke, and I think after my rather panic text messages I do owe him some sort of explanation. My eyes skim over the three messages I had received within the course of half an hour, sent at nine A.M.

As soon as my pointer finger presses send, and I drop myself back down on my soft pillow, contemplating even glancing at Calum’s text messages, my phone loudly rings through the otherwise empty bedroom. I groan, rolling onto my side again to see who it is needed me. Luke

“You are fucking with me; please tell me you’re fucking with me?” Luke almost growls into the receiver and I let a short, boisterous chuckle slip past my lips as I snuggle back underneath my warm, thick duvet. “I wish I could tell you I’m just mind fucking you, but I think Calum was doing that all along.” My laughter dies out. I’m staring at the ceiling. I don’t know what it is I’m feeling – yesterday I was angry, sad and depressed all the same. But today, it sort of feels as if I felt nothing.

“Are you… Well, are you okay?” Luke mumbles and I can just picture him rubbing his hand over his face in utter desperation. That’s where I was last night too, buddy.

“I think I am. At least I will be. Who is Dennis anyway?” I just couldn’t grasp the fact that after all these years walking in and out of de Hood residence, never once in my life had I heard about this Dennis character. “Dennis? Was that the guy Calum picked up?”

I hum in response, picking up the nervous habit of chewing my fingernails once more as I wait for Luke to clarify this mess for me. “I haven’t heard from him in years. He’s a bit of a weirdo, to be honest. Was into drugs and what not before he met his girlfriend. Then he sort of disappeared.”

“So he resurfaced because his girlfriend left him? And Calum just jumps to his help although he hadn’t heard from him in years?” I scoff. I scramble out of my bed as I wait for Luke’s response, throwing a nearby sweat shirt over my head.

“You know how Calum is. He just wants to be there for… Well, apparently anybody.” Luke sighs loudly and I just know he’ll give Calum hell for what he has done last night, even if Luke and Calum had been mates practically since birth and I had just waltzed in mere months ago. “Apparently so.”
“I’ll talk to him.”

“Do whatever floats your boat. Right now there’s nothing he can do to make this up to me. You can try and convince me that it was just Calum being a great friend – but he could’ve fucking told me. I have never felt more humiliated in my life. And yes, before you even try to say anything – I was privileged.” I laugh, shaking my head as I try to see at least a bit of the light at the end of the tunnel. I feel like such a whiny bastard lately.

“You’re something, Y/n. If you need a chat, ring me up.” With another thank you directed towards Luke, we end or rather revealing phone call. I open my message app and start up a new chat.
Hi, wanna go for a drink?


“It sounded like you were breaking up with me or something.” Meredith chuckles as she sees me approaching the table she had picked out. A laugh slips past my lips as I bend down to press them against Meredith’s cheek.

“You’re too dramatic. I just missed my best friend, that’s all. But I do have something to tell you.” I drop down in front of her, starting to undress as I fling my scarf on a nearby chair.
“And you’re saying I’m dramatic? The only thing missing is thunder in the distance and some ominous melody playing.” Meredith chuckles as she waves one of the waiters over for my order.

“So tell me. What’s up?” Meredith starts as a cup of coffee is placed in front of me and I sigh out. I’ve decided to start with the less obvious news. “Harry and I are speaking again.”
Meredith’s eyebrows shoot sky high as she tries to suppress her smirk. Meredith, when Harry and I were seeing each other, had tried to do everything and anything to get us together romantically. Harry and I, on the other hand, had agreed in the beginning of it all that when one of us wanted this to become more, we’d quit whatever we were doing. I am certain neither of us where in it for the cuddles afterwards.

“Don’t even go there, Mer. It’s different.” I roll my eyes as I take a sip of my cup, my eyes following an old lady a she passes us by before refocusing back on my friend in front of me. “Ah, that’s what they all say.”

I open up to her and told her about our kiss, about that he was interested in picking up where we left off, and me not knowing what to do. I wanted her opinion, her advice. That would’ve been a lot easier if I could just tell her ’oh, but I’ve been shagging your brother as well and he fucked up a date and now I’m avoiding him like the pest.’. Since I can’t, I’ll have to deal with her advice to a partial story. Who knows, maybe it’ll help anyhow.

“And… What’s stopping you?” Yeah, I didn’t think this through, did I?

“I don’t know. Harry has been someone to fall back on and to be honest I might be in a place where I do develop feelings towards him if he keeps catching me whenever I fall.” I shrug my shoulders, leaning back as I let my eyes slowly drop closed, hearing Meredith sigh. I’m hyperaware of all that’s happening around me, listening in to the conversations of people surrounding us.

“If I were you, maybe I should just ask him to go on a date and see how it goes. I’m sure Harry would be interested in that as well. He’s been nuts about you for years now.” I take a deep breath, because that isn’t really something I consider myself ready for. If Calum wasn’t anywhere near the picture, Harry would’ve definitely gotten his chance now. Although I am not quite sure if I would’ve seen and spoken to Harry again if it weren’t for Calum.

“I’ll see. I really don’t fancy that idea right now.” I laugh heartily. My heart stops and I feel a lump in my throat as Meredith suddenly discards our conversation.
“Calum, Mike, hey!”

I stay frozen in my spot as Michael comes into view to press his lips to his awaiting girlfriend. I almost squeal when I feel a hand land on my shoulder and squeezing it gently. As I let my gaze wander upwards I notice Luke looming over me with a sympathetic smile etched on his lips.
“HI Y/n, how are you?”

“Oh hey Luke, I’ll live, yourself?” Luke hums in response and he leans against my seat as I turn my body a bit so I could converse a bit more properly with the blonde, but Meredith beats me to it.
“Oh my god, Mikey, Y/n is going on a date with Harry!” My eyes widen dramatically and when I look away from Luke to throw a glare in Meredith’s direction, I see Calum with a widened glare staring in my direction. His lips are tightly pressed together and just seeing him here brings another wave of anger and sadness to the surface.

“Mer, I –“

“Harry Styles? That guy that hangs out with Hardy and Jacobs?” Michael asks and Luke raises an eyebrow at me as his smirk seeps through. I shrug my shoulders as a small, awkward smile etches onto my lips. Luke knew what was up and I think he knew I wasn’t going on a date with Harry anytime soon with Calum still cluttering my mind.

“Harry Styles eh? How did that happen?” Luke grins as he lets both of his hands fall on my shoulders and he squeezes them repeatedly. “Luke – stop.” I laugh, trying to push him off and he immediately takes a step back when Calum’s low voice chimes through the area.

“Luke, you don’t want to keep the girls waiting, do you?” Calum cocks an eyebrow and for just a split second, his gaze meets mine and I can see hurt. But it disappears as quickly as it appeared. I think I actually felt my heart breaking when I heard Calum utter those words. Michael has already kissed Meredith goodbye and leisurely walks over to Calum as I turn to Luke for an explanation, anything.

“Y/n I – “ Luke starts of rambling, as if there’s something he desperately wants to tell me, but Calum is quick to shut him up.
“Luke. Now.” With a tight lipped grin Luke steps away from me and towards Calum and Michael who have already started heading in the direction of the pub. He looks back once more and mouths ‘later’, before he turns back around and jogs off behind Calum and Michael.

“I just knew Calum couldn’t stick to one girl.” Meredith sighs as she drops her spoon into her coffee cup, little droplets splattering the table. I knew it too, I just hoped I was wrong.

“I Make The Reporter Beatbox” (Lin/Reader)

Ah yes, POV Switch day for @hamwriters write-a-thon. I was looking forward to this, but at the same time I wasn’t because I was afraid I’d slip back into second person accidentally, but I don’t think I did. I’m really proud of this, but kudos to @psychedemigod for the idea and encouragement and many gifs.

Also??? I have 193 followers? Thank you all so much! I’ll try to write some back up fics to post on some type of schedule once writeathon is over!

Warnings: Beatboxing? Coffee? Cookies? Nothing much, really. It’s p fluffy.

Words: 1000 (u g h so pleasing <3)

“Well you know,” I started, knowing the reaction I was to expect. “I make the reporter beatbox.” I cross my arms and see the reporter’s eyes go wide. I didn’t exactly know why, but I had a feeling that they would impress me and give me what I had been waiting for from a reporter. They seemed to know something about what they were doing with the actual interview and I was hoping they’d know what to do when beatboxing.

“Uh, well… Shit… I mean, I can do it! Alright, uh, I haven’t beatboxed since late high school or early college, Jesus Christ…” They laugh, rubbing their neck, setting their list of questions down on the table beside us. I cross my arms and smile at them, waiting.

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Yoga Challenge

“Why the hell did I let you talk me into wearing this?” Jack complains as he walks back into the living room, his gaze lowered as he pulls at the flimsy shirt he’s put on, not noticing the way Joe freezes, his eyes locked onto Jack.

When planning the yoga challenge video, Joe knew that the typical girly work out clothes would be worn, but he hadn’t realized how tight they would be on Jack, and how little to the imagination it would leave. Joe also didn’t realize just how difficult this challenge would be to do with Jack until this exact moment.

“You look great,” Joe chokes out, clearing his throat quickly as he turns to adjust the camera, his cheeks burning.

“You don’t look half bad yourself,” Jack comments, and Joe can hear the smirk in the younger man’s voice, he can also feel eyes on him. Was Jack checking him out?

“Thanks,” Joe squeaks out, turning around to meet Jack’s stare, only to find it slowly drop down the length of his body and back up before finally meeting his eyes.

“You’re welcome.”

“Right, video…” Joe mumbles, although it takes him a few moments to force himself to actually move.

Why did he think doing this challenge with someone he was attracted to was smart?!

While the two stand side by side, allowing for Joe to do his introduction, he can feel the warmth radiating off of Jack’s skin, and he also can’t help but notice the muscles in Jack’s bare arms. The same arms that would be lifting Joe into the air momentarily.

“We’ll start with an easy pose first,” Joe tells Jack, trying his best to keep his voice steady, showing the pose on his phone to the younger man who nods before shifting into position. Joe mirrors the pose, hoping that Jack isn’t able to pick up on the nervousness as they both lean back, their hands gripping each other’s forearms tightly.

“We do it?” Jack asks, straightening up and pulling Joe up as well, laughing softly as the older man falls forward into Jack a bit.

“Yeah, think so.”

“Next one then?” Joe is very aware of the fact that Jack’s hands are still around his arms, and that their torso’s are pressed together.

“Uhm, yeah, next one…”

“You’re going to drop me.” Joe says simply as they both stare at the new pose.

“Don’t trust me?” Jack grins over at him.

“Are you looking at the same thing as me?!”

“Come on, Joe, you’re small. I shouldn’t have an issue doing this one.” Jack tells him as he moves to lay down on his back on the floor, ready to lift his legs and arms into the air.

“Promise to not drop me like Oli did?” Joe asks hesitantly, inching closer.

“I won’t drop you, Joe. I’ve got you.”

With a heavy sigh, Joe turns so his back is to Jack, and he reaches behind him, hands around the younger man’s ankles until he feels the flat of Jack’s feet on his back. With his eyes closed tightly, Joe feels Jack’s hands grip his calves and slowly lift him up.

“We’re doing it!” Jack calls out.

“Then put me down before you bloody drop me!”

Joe feels a small burst of fear in his chest when Jack’s arms start to shake as he laughs, lowering Joe back onto the ground.

“Told you I wouldn’t drop you,” Jack comments, his arms crossed behind his head as he smiles up at Joe, who blushes and looks away quickly, mumbling something about the next pose.

They manage the next couple poses with no problem, and each gain more confidence with each success. Although Joe does get progressively more flustered as the challenge continues, because Jack has now had his hands on multiple parts of Joe’s body, each one leaving the older man feeling like his skin was on fire. The outfit wasn’t doing much to help either, with the tight fabric clinging to Jack’s body.

Now they were on to the last pose, one that shouldn’t be too difficult, and involved Jack lifting Joe once more, a fact that Jack was quick to point out.

“Going to trust me this time?”

“Shut up and lay down.”

“Yes, sir.” Jack mock salutes Joe before laying down on the floor, offering Joe a reassuring smile as he places his feet on either side of Jack’s hips, his hands finding purchase with Jack’s.


“Waiting on you.”

Nodding, Joe signals for Jack to place his feet on his thighs, lifting him up above his body. And everything is going good, they had the pose held for a few seconds, but it’s as Jack is lowering Joe back down so he can put his feet onto the ground that it goes wrong.

And suddenly Joe finds himself laying completely down on Jack, the younger man’s arms wrapped around him to stop him from connecting with the floor.

“You okay?” Jack mumbles, a bit breathless after having a body collide with his own.

“Y-yeah,” Joe replies, his entire body frozen as he realizes just how close they both are. He can feel Jack’s breath on his lips, and Jack’s hands are splayed across his back, the touch warm through the flimsy fabric.

“Think we’re done yoga.”

“That was the last pose anyways. Other one wouldn’t work…”

“Why not?”

“It,” Joe’s tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he notices Jack’s eyes drop down to watch the movement, “It involves a kiss.”

“Oh, well.”


Joe knows that he should roll off, that there’s no point in him still laying there. But Jack’s arms are still around him, and from this position he can see the different shades of blue in Jack’s eyes, something mysterious swirling around in there.

“Maybe,” Jack’s quiet voice jolts Joe out of his thoughts, “Maybe we can try just one part of that pose…”

“Which part?”

“This one.” Jack mumbles before lifting his head enough to press his lips against Joe’s, who’s eyes flutter closed at the softness of the younger man’s lips.

“That’s a good part,” Joe mutters when they break apart, his lips brushing the words against Jack’s.

“We should try it again…make sure we really have it down.”

“That sounds like a brilliant plan.” Joe agrees, closing the small distance between them once more as he kisses Jack again.

Perhaps asking Jack to do the yoga challenge hadn’t been the worst idea.

And as Jack flips them around so it’s Joe’s back pressed against the floor, his hand snaking up and under Joe’s shirt, the older man thinks that doing the yoga challenge with Jack was one of the best ideas he’s had in a long time.

so take me where you go, watercolour eyes
and we can start again, you’ll never know if you never try
[ x ]

gah i listened to that song on loop while working on this. this is the preview pic i did for @philsterman01‘s re-dub of the umbrella scene. go love and support him!!

in tonight’s episode of How Not to Talk to Your Support™

I ended that game with a card for 20k healing on 40% of the damage (and the only card that came from our team) that shut ‘em up damn quick

also pls let me know if I’ve already posted this tumblr mobile is a lil bitch

Don’t You Dare

Word Count: 1,789
Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Shy reader, emotionally sensitive reader, trigger warning, fluff
Love Interest: Holtzmann
Note: I thought the ending was cute

Originally posted by mckinnoff

Originally posted by aluxdanvers

I sighed as I twirled around in the chair I was in, my legs dangling from the plastic seat. The four girls were talking among themselves at a new possible case. I’ve tried to offer my opinions and ideas more than once, but I’ve gotten run over my someone else every time. So, instead of wasting my breath, I’ve taken to just sitting in the corner and listening. It’s not like I wasn’t used to it, people do it to me all the time.

They were talking about some ghost haunting one of the many historical buildings that are in this city. When they went down to investigate, they didn’t see a ghost, but they saw some ghost-implying things. I briefly saw the thing for a moment, and even managed to sketch it out as best as I could, but when I tried to tell them I just got run over. Holtzmann seemed like the only one who was interested in what I had to say, but had to turn her attention when someone else spoke over me.

“Guys, we don’t even know what it looks like.” Abby said with a sigh.

“Actually I managed to-” I began.

“Maybe if we lure it out somehow.” Patty offered.

“You guys could always-” I started.

“How would we do that, Patty?” Erin asked.

“I think I know-” I began again.

“Y/n, can you just be quiet? You don’t even know what you’re talking about.” Erin demanded.

That shut me up real quick, and rather than going off on her, I just retreated back into my shell. I held eye contact with Holtzmann for a moment, and she looked a little defeated and sorry for me. I bit my lip and nodded at Erin, which informed her that I was willing to do as she said. She sighed, rolling her eyes at me before continuing with what she was saying. I crossed my arms, hugging myself in an effort to make myself feel better.

I looked at the paper, half of it covered with a sketch of the ghost I saw. I bit my lip for a moment before picking up the nearest pen. I quickly scribbled my ideas on the paper before folding it enough so it could easily fit in my hand. I took a deep breath as I hopped off the chair, walking over to were the group was. I walked behind Holtzmann, deciding she was the only one who would acknowledge my existence. I tapped her shoulder, and she turned around with a smile.

“Yeah?” She asked, and I saw Erin roll her eyes.

“I, uh,” I held up the paper, “It’s-I mean.” I stumbled, feeling the pressure of everyone looking at me.

“Spit it out!” Erin demanded and I flinched at the volume of her voice.

“Leave her alone.” Holtzmann said, her smile dropping for a moment.

“S-Sorry, here.” I handed Holtzmann the paper.

“Thanks.” Holtzmann said and I smiled back.

“It’s the ghost from the build-” I began.

“You’re such an idiot, I bet you didn’t even see it.” Erin said harshly, “Why are you even here anyway?” Erin asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Well I thought-” I began to explain myself.

“Well you thought wrong. You’re just here because you have a crush on Holtzmann. Newsflash, she’s not gonna be into you, I mean, who would?” She asked.

Holtzmann’s smile dropped, but this time it didn’t return. I felt something inside of me break, and tears threatened to spill. The group was silent, and I couldn’t tell if it was because they were shocked or if they agreed with Erin. My eyes widened and I looked away from her, hugging myself once again. I slowly backed away from the group, nodding as I did so. Erin was right, I was just dumb enough to think otherwise.

“I’m sorry.” My soft voice broke.

Before anyone could say anything else I ran out of the building, getting as far away from there as I could. I ducked behind an ally that was a short ways away from the firehouse. I felt my mind crumble as I leaned against the ally wall, letting myself breakdown. I slid down the wall as tears freely fell from my cheeks. Erin was right, every single word she said to me was right. I was so stupid to think I had a shot with Holtzmann.

It’s like high school all over again, except instead of the popular kids making fun of me, it was Erin. I can’t believe I let myself get attached, I should’ve known better. I mean, with how many times I’ve cried because of something someone said, you would’ve thought I’d have learned my lesson. I pulled down the sleeves of my sweater, covering my eyes with the fabric. I lose myself in my own thoughts.

–3rd P.O.V.–

“You’re such an idiot, I bet you didn’t even see it.” Erin said harshly, “Why are you even here anyway?” Erin asked, narrowing her eyes at Y/n.

“Well I thought-” She began to explain herslef.

“Well you thought wrong. You’re just here because you have a crush on Holtzmann. Newsflash, she’s not gonna be into you, I mean, who would?” Erin asked.

The smile dropped from Holtzmann’s face, and she didn’t know what to do. She wanted to yell at Erin, Hell, right now she was so mad she could strangle her. She also wanted to just hug you, comfort you, and make you feel better. Anger rose in Holtzmann, the smile not returning to her face. First Erin shoots Holtzmann down every chance she got, now she’s getting jealous? Erin didn’t have a right to feel jealous, and she certainly didn’t have a right to treat you that way.

Holtzmann watched you carefully, almost lost in her own thoughts. She watched your face and slowly saw you crumble inside. You were silent for a long while, as was everyone else. You slowly backed away, nodding as you did so. Abby and Patty didn’t know how to react, Erin didn’t usually behave that way when the others were around, so this was the first time they saw Erin act like that.

“I’m sorry.” Your soft voice broke before running out of the firehouse.

“Thank God, she’s gone, she was really starting to-” Erin started, but Holtzmann couldn’t hear anymore. So she slapped her.

“Don’t you dare talk about her like that.” Holtzmann said in a dangerous tone. A tone that she rarely used.

“Ho, come on, you guys can’t seriously disagree with me?” Erin questioned.

“I just can’t believe you’d treat that sweet girl that way, Erin.” Patty spoke.

“Yeah, I didn’t think she was doing anything wrong, Erin.” Abby spoke up, eyeing Erin.

“I’m going to go out there and find her and make sure she doesn’t to anything stupid because of you, and when I get back, you will apologize.” Holtzmann said, using the same tone.

“O-Okay.” Erin stuttered, not having seen that side of Holtzmann before.

–Y/n P.O.V.–

I continued to cry, feeling awful about myself. My mind started to wonder how the Hell I’ve lasted this long in the first place. For a minute there I thought Holtzmann felt the same about me. She’d always try to make me laugh or smile, and she’d do oddly flirtatious things and then wink at me. Once she was eating a hot pocket and she scooped out a bit of the inside while wiggling her eyebrows at me, and winking once she swallowed.

Half the time, she was deliberately trying to make me blush once she found out that it wasn’t hard to do. I guess I was reading the signals wrong, or maybe she was doing it ‘cause she felt bad. I don’t know, all I know is that I shouldn’t be here. I wiped my eyes and tried to back further into the wall, but stopped when I felt something crunch under my hand. I looked down, seeing shattered glass scattered every where.

I slowly picked up one of the medium sized pieces of the clear glass. An idea popped into my mind, and I rolled up my sleeves. I pressed the glass down on the inside of my elbow, wondering if I was really going to do this. The words of Erin and everyone else that’s bullied me came into my head, creating new tears in my eyes. I took a deep breath, about to do it when it was suddenly snatched from my hands.

“Don’t you dare, Y/n.” A familiar voice spoke, and I looked up.

“Holtzman?” I asked, sniffling, “What are you doing here?” I asked quietly.

“I came looking for you, I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Her eyebrows furrowed, “Good thing I did.” She tossed the glass to the side.

“I’m fine, sorry for being a burden, you can go back now.” I offered quietly, hugging myself.

“Hey,” She spoke, crouching down, “Look at me.” She said firmly.

“What?” I questioned before she hugged me, “What are you doing?”

“I believe it’s called a hug,” She began, “People do it when-”

“I know what a hug is.” I said, smiling lightly.

“Don’t listen to Erin, okay? None of that bullshit is true.” She comforted.

“It is,” I began crying again, “She’s right, and I was an idiot for thinking otherwise. I’m just a useless little human, and you guys would be better off without me, and you probably feel awkward because you found out that I have feelings for you, and you’re probably like ‘ew she’s such a toad’-” I rambled, lowering my voice at the last sentence.

My voice was cut off when she kissed me, putting a hand on my cheek. I instantly kissed back, surprised at the sudden display of affection. She deepened the kiss, and I happily let her. I felt all of my previous worries and negative feelings melt away as I brought her closer to me. She pulled away, resting her forehead on mine, a smile coming to her face. I bit my lip, failing at suppressing a smile of my own.

“I happen to like toads.” She said and I laughed lightly.

“Just try not to cut me open.” I joked.

“No promises.” She joked back

“So,” I began awkwardly, “Does that mean you have feelings for me or-”

“You’re so shy and oblivious, it’s cute.” She said and I narrowed my eyes.

“That sounded like a yes, but I’m confused because it also sounded like a backhanded compliment.” I said.

“Of course it’s a yes, why would I just kiss you for no reason?” She questioned, “You know what, don’t answer that.” She said when she saw me about to say something.


Because the tiny egg carton of fans is wonderful and deserving, and because a completed manuscript of the third Blunderkinder book exists but is likely never to be published, I thought I’d treat y'all to a snippet. @staleoreo-qy inspired me to share a little more, and honestly, I can’t stand these boys rotting away in my Dropbox. Spoilers abound, of course.

I am so appreciative of you few lovely people who have dedicated any portion of your heart to enjoying these books.


You don’t need amazing bat-boy abilities to climb trees. What you need is a gung-ho, reckless attitude and some Michigander grit. Sure, a little tallness helps.

 Basically, Moritz was up shit creek. 

 I dropped to the ground in time to watch him snap a branch back into his own face. “Hey, at least you won’t lose an eye!”

 “Always the optimist.” Moritz wiped sap from his blank skin and combed his bangs down, blushing again. I wished he wouldn’t do that. I liked looking at him, and I swear Moritz looked nothing like nothingness to me. 

 "You have much learning to do, my apprentice.” I cupped my hands, crossing my fingers. “Bring it, man.”

 "Won’t that put us too close?“ 

 "Nah. It’s cool.” I plucked my hood forward and ignored the buzzing in my temples. It was cool, really. I mean, I’ve stood in a stadium with no hat on, right? Moritz’s pacemaker. I didn’t have to short it. 

 I would not.

 Moritz was within hugging distance. “Your hands will become dirty.”

 "Frrt. What’s a little more dirt? Wait, are we being metaphorical here? Because I haven’t committed any crimes, apart from accidental property damage —" 

Either Moritz wanted to shut me up, or I’d pep-talked him into quick action, because he placed one muddy brogue in my laced hands and I hoisted him within reach of the lowest branch. He didn’t weigh anything, but I felt the weight of his electricity and gritted my teeth as I heaved. 

Moritz scrabbled at the air and missed the branch on the first try, and the next thing I knew he had fallen backwards onto me. I caught him under the arms, temples more than twingeing, because for a moment Mo was frightened and a jut of that emotion jabbed out in time with his pacemaker. 

 And suddenly I had two stupid options: 

a.) let Moritz fall on top of me or 

 b.) throw him straight into the air 

 My suddenly sparking temples made that decision for me. Next thing I knew, Moritz was dangling from a low-hanging branch and kicking his feet like he longed for a paddle boat. Cussing in German, legs going like an upside-down duck’s.

 I laughed until tears filled my eyes. “So graceful!”

 I quit laughing when his foot smacked me in the face. 

 "I’m going to fall! And you are amused!“

 "Even if you fall, you’re not even seven feet off the ground! Two-ish meters! But stop kicking!”

 "I find myself embarrassed,“ he muttered, while his legs hung limp.

 I wiped my eyes. “Bottom’s up." 

 His heart rate must have spiked, because the pacemaker was flickering more frequently, but neither of us had killed the other. I put my palms under his foot and finally pushed him onto the branch. 

 Moritz tipped his head towards me while I scraped mud from my palms. "Thank you for saving me, Ollie.”

 “I told you, you’re only seven feet—”

 Moritz smirked. “Thank you, oh humble prince.”

 I got into the neighboring tree before he could say more, grateful Moritz couldn’t see blushing. You have to be so careful around a kid who sees everything. 

 And that’s how Moritz and me ended up draped and jammed on tree limbs in the dark night on a cold mountain.

woozi-ble  asked:

Hoshi+getting his hair dyed black/getting his ear pierced (cause excuse me but he looks waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too hot with black hair and that earring *fans myself*) you can choose the one you want to write 😊

I went with getting his ear pierced! ♥

When Soonyoung had first voiced his wish to get his ear pierced, you gawked at him as you remembered all the times he had said he didn’t want to do it because of the pain. “But aren’t you scared?”

He had smiled brightly while shaking his head. “I’ll get past it, and you know why?” You urged him to continue. “Because you’ll come with me! Isn’t that amazing!”

You hadn’t had anything against accompanying him to get his ear pierced, so there you were, holding his hand while he swallowed nervously in front of the piercing studio.

“It’s really going to happen,” he said, voice quiet, and nodded as an attempt to give himself the courage to go through with his plan.

Squeezing his hand, you grinned. “I’m sure you’ll look really cool with the piercing, baby. And if it hurts, it won’t for too long.”

‘Although taking care of it might be a pain in the butt,’ you mentally added, but didn’t say another word.

Much calmer after your words, Soonyoung wasn’t as jittery with the piercer as he had initially feared, although he did have to bite back a profanity when the needle actually went through his earlobe. You couldn’t help but smile a little, as much as seeing him in pain, mild or not, did make you feel bad.

When he had paid and gotten the instructions to take care of his piercing, you left the studio. He was silent all the way until the door closed.

“That hurt so much! Why did you let me go through with it?!” Soonyoung shrieked, holding his hand a few centimeters off his newly pierced ear, although he didn’t sound all that upset. You laughed and gave him a quick kiss that effectively shut him up.

“You’ll thank me later. And like I said, you look really cool with it.”

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