she's totally like playing hard to get and flailing at the same time

Ride Home (Doukyuusei)

A/N: Doukyuusei (Kusakabe/Sajou) -  21. “I just…got jealous…” - Yeeeyy prompt by lovely @ticklygiggles *-* It’s been a while since I wrote Doukyuusei and ooomg this prompt. Hope you liiike it!<3

Summary: When Sajou gets out of school and meets Kusakabe outside for a drive home, he notices his usually cheerful boyfriend is in a rather bad mood. Getting worked up on their way, Sajou decides to take this matter of a cold and grumpy Kusakabe into his own hands.

Word Count: 2255

Buzz-buzz. Sajou sighed and quickly tapped his phone and shoved it back into his pocket. That was his cue; Kusakabe was probably already at the school gates waiting for him to pick him up after college. Well, he was now taking a piss after holding it in during three classes in a row. Tough life.

His phone kept buzzing and buzzing in his pocket, and instead of responding, he finally finished and made his way down the stairs. ‘Yes yes Kusakabe, I’m coming,’ he thought with a smile. 

On his way towards the school exit, Sajou chuckled when he noticed the school was still decorated with silly Valentine’s Day decorations. The committee sure was behind with this kind of stuff. He remembered how the Christmas decorations from last time remained until almost the end of January. 

“Sajou-kun?” Speaking of the committee, there was one of its members. Sajou chuckled at his female classmate Reina, and he casually pointed at the decorations.

“About time you take those off hm?” he said jokingly, blushing at his own embarrassing guts to act sassy around the popular Reina, and she giggled playfully and stuck out her tongue.

“There’s always a time for hearts and roses, Sajou-kun,” she replied, and she hopped towards one of the boards and took off a few of the hearts.

“Whatever,” Sajou murmured with a smile, and she laughed cheerfully while she chased after him, throwing the hearts all over him.

“You’re always so gloomy! Did you even celebrate Valentine’s Day with anyone?” Trying to avoid the rain of paper hearts, Sajou quickly walked out of the building and wiped the things from his head and shoulders.

“Yeah. I mean no. Well, yeah.” Most people were kind of half aware he was dating a guy. Not everyone. He wanted them to know, but also… not. Just being subtle about it was decent enough, and the fact that just the females of the class didn’t know that much about him was nothing intentional. He was just awkward, and liked to be in the background. That was just it…

What?” Reina teased because of his vague answer, and she showered him with the final paper hearts and clapped her hands after she emptied them.

“Well then Mr. yeah-no-yeah-I-have-a-Valentine, see you tomorrow.” Reina waved at him and they parted ways after walking out of the school gates. If everyone was as charismatic as her, the world would definitely be a happy place, Sajou thought. 

He heard the sound of someone clearing his throat and noticed Kusakabe stood ready with his motorcycle. Speaking of Valentines… Sajou blushed and walked towards him. 

“Hey, sorry for making you wait.” He was ready to give him a quick kiss as a greeting, but before he could even move closer he was greeted by a helmet that was shoved into his hands, and Kusakabe turning away.

“Get on,” was his lover’s answer, and Sajou hesitated and did as he was told. 

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Who Are You?

Who Are You?

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Words: 1,715

Warnings: Few Curse Words,(I think it’s a total of 3 or 4), mentions of blood, bang bang, Angst! Go back now if you can’t handle the heartbreak or tears, because I can’t deal either.

Author’s Note: Oh, Hey there again, NCIS will be popping out like traffic, and by traffic, I mean it’s going to be slow because after this one here, you’re either going to hate me, or cry too. I cried way too hard writing this. Why would I write such a thing? A simple mistake can simply be lead into something more atrocious by the one you love. Now you’re being nursed by your house. Gibbs here. Gibbs there. Gibbs not here anymore. Is this the Gibbs you known beforehand? You stay in the end, not because you’re weak, because that’s not Gibbs. “PLEASE HAVE TISSUE NEAR!” (Totally recommend listening to Celine Dion, “All By Myself.”) -Love Kelly

It was Friday, and you were happy that Gibbs gave everyone the day off, but he decided to stay behind at the office alone. You wondered why he does this, everyone deserves a break, especially Gibbs, it’s not a stress-free job. You laid upon the couch since he kissed you before he left for work this morning. With one of your legs propped on the coffee table, watching tv, you sat waiting for Gibbs. You glanced at the clock and it was 8:47, and have done absolutely nothing, not like you had a choice anyway. You groaned, turning off the tv. “Geez Gibbs! Where are you?” You sighed. As if the clouds of heaven heard you, the front door swung open to a bitter, pissed Gibbs. You jumped in response. Gibbs shut the door and walked into the kitchen mumbling a ‘sorry, long day.’

You watched him pace in the kitchen, grabbing a glass, then filling it with water. Watching Gibbs was like reading a book, he never let his guard down, but he was far from tense, he was livid, not verbally or physically, but he was mentally… Blaming himself. You didn’t know how long you were staring, but Gibbs was, now, hovering over you, glass clenched in his hand. “You know staring can get you in a whole lot of trouble.” He snarled. You glared at Gibbs in awe, staring in his eyes, seeing that they told a different story, and you knew exactly what. “Gibbs. You haven’t been studying about what happ-.” “Are you going to take the glass (Y/N).” Gibbs argued. You choked out an “oh”. Gibbs saw the hurt in your eyes now and hated that he caused more pain. “I’m going to change.” He spoke bluntly, slamming the glass on the side table. “Who are you?” You said aloud, showing the hurt in your voice. Gibbs stopped in his track, looking over his shoulder at your saddening figure. “Who ever you think I am.” He spatted, continuing his pace. “Well, you’re not Gibbs.” You croaked. Gibbs stood still in his tracks, now fully turning to face you. He scoffed then went to his room. Slamming the door, a tear rolled down your cheek. “Why is he eating himself like this?” You advised, wiping away the tear. You looked down at your leg. ‘Is this why he let us off today? You thought sadly. You went to touch your left leg. It was occupied in a brace from the incident three days ago.


Gibbs and you sat in your driveway after a long day at work. You guys, including the team, had been after a guy for three weeks, but he’d slip between our hands before we could capture him. You were texting your mum at the time, thanking her for the flowers she delivered. You smiled happily at the message and put your phone in your purse. Grabbing the flowers out the front seat and purse, you got out your car. Gibbs followed the same procedure, while grabbing the balloons and gifts, then setting the gifts on the ground. “What made you wear white? Gibbs questioned with a cheeky smile. “I don’t know, maybe I want to be the star of the show?” You giggled, setting down your purse and flowers beside your car. You had worn this beautiful white pants suit and you were glowing with each step you took, “An angel at that.” You had heard Gibbs whispered to Tony at work.

“Come on in, I’m making dinner tonight for the birthday girl.” Gibbs jested, balloons still in hand. You scoffed. “Probably the only time.” You chuckled. “Someone doubting me?” He warned. “Well, let me check the mail before you do.” Giving a wink. Gibbs bit his lips watching you walk to the mailbox, then to the area around you. Patrolling the area. As you were getting the mail, Gibbs noticed a car that looked similar to the guy they have been looking for. “Wow, Gibbs, there so much.” You spoke sweetly, knocking Gibbs out of his thoughts. Gibbs smirked at you, watching you look like a kid on Christmas Morning. Gibbs notice the car again, getting close to you, and seeing the dent that was in the hood of the car. That’s him! That’s the guy we’ve been looking for! “(Y/N).” Gibbs mumbled. “Wow, Gibbs, this is way more than I expected. I’m coming!” You chanted playfully. Like time, unexpected, everything went slower. The car came to a cruise and it slowly rolled down the window. In all what happened in thirty seconds, felt like hours. “(Y/N)!” Gibbs scolded, letting go of the balloons, grabbing his gun, running towards you, but it was like walking in quicksand. “Oh gosh Gibbs! My dad sent me one, I haven’t spoken to him in years.” You said rubbing your thumb against the card. You looked up to show Gibbs the card, but he was running towards you and you knew why. “The bastard’s behind me.” Was the last thing you said before crashing to the ground, cards flailing everywhere. Bullets impaling your leg and abdomen. Blood covering your white suit. All at once, time came back into play. “(Y/N)!” Gibbs yelled falling towards your body, tears prickling his eyes. The car skidded away.

Just hold on for me okay?! Dammit!” Gibbs stammered, tears coming in a downpour. Putting your head in his lap, he called 911.

You had woken to blinding lights and sharp pains shooting at your leg. You groaned, closing your eyes to ease the pain. You open them again to find Gibbs hovering over you. You will never forget how Gibbs looked and how he looked at you. He looked like a lost orphan, trying and hopelessly longing for someone to come get him. His hair was wadded up, eyes bloodshot, and a stubble appeared on his face. Gibbs quickly moved from over you and ran for assistance. “Doctor. Doctor, she’s awake.” Gibbs sputtered softly. You closed your eyes and tried to talk, but only got mumbles. “Don’t worry (Y/L/W), you’re going to be okay. You were shot twice, but luckily for your vest, you weren’t impaled in your abdomen. You were just shot in your leg. You’ll be out here before you know it.” The doctor explained. You weakly gave a hurt smile, closing your eyes again, but not opening them again.

“(Y/N)?” Gibbs questioned. …

“(Y/N)! Doctor help! (Y/N)!”


“(Y/N)!” Gibbs yelled. You gasped the little air you had. “Didn’t I tell you not to touch your leg?” He boasted. You quickly looked away so he couldn’t see the tears that were forming. “D’you you take your pills?” He questioned, looking at the still, sitting full glass he left for you earlier. “Yea-.” “No you didn’t, the glass is still full.” He interrupted. “I’ve been gone for 10 minutes, that’s how long the meds should kick in, and you’re going to have to sit here and suffer? Take the pills (Y/N).” Gibbs commanded harshly. You turned at who this was, cause surly this isn’t Gibbs. Gibbs eyes were as red as yours and held grief beyond repair. You didn’t ask any questions, for seeing Gibbs like this hurt you. Not knowing that tears were falling, you took the pills from Gibbs hand, and grabbed the water.

Gibbs let out an exasperated sigh, going to the kitchen to grab the med-kit, while you took the pills, Gibbs came back and removed the brace carefully, revealing the huge gash. Gibbs took in the image, by taking in a deep breath, and began cleaning it.

2 Minutes later

“(Y/N)! Will you sit still for 6 damn minutes!” Gibbs roared irritatedly. Gibbs looked at you and back to the huge gash from the incident. “Sorry.” Gibbs whispered reassuringly. It hurt like hell when Gibbs placed the alcohol pad against it, but he did it ever so slightly, not trying to hurt you any more. “Gibbs?” You asked softly. He wrapped your leg and put the brace back on, not responding to you. “You’re not eating yourself up about this? Are you?” You asked honestly, already knowing the answer. Gibbs held your leg in his hand, rubbing the bandage wound fighting back the tears. “Gib-.” “Stop. Stop telling me that I don’t need to beat myself up because I could have lost you!” Gibbs bellowed now forming a grip around your brace. “Gibbs.” You winced in a warning, reaching for Gibbs to stop, but something inside of him snapped. “It’s MY FAULT (Y/N)!!” Gibbs yelled in grief. Your shriek and cries filled the room as Gibbs clenched your leg. Looking in terror of what he had done, Gibbs let go of your leg. “(Y/N). (y/-, I-I’m sorry.” Gibbs apologizes, scurrying to the bedroom, leaving you a crying mess, by yourself.

Gibbs shut the door, putting his back against it. Breathing heavily of the little breath he had, everything came crashing down at once. He slid down the door sobbing. Leaving the both of you in bewilderment of who you are… To be continued.

-I HOPE YOU FEEL GREAT ABOUT YOURSELF, psych, nah, man, I feel terrible. 😂😂 That was dreadful, I was debating on whether to bring a part two or not, but this deserves it. :) Can’t wait for it. Hope your life is wonderful. -Love Kelly

Originally posted by lucifersagents

anonymous asked:

u-uhm... hi. I have, like, a huge crushie on your blog and I think you're so amazing! Can you write all companions (+Maxson) reacting to being tickled and tickling a ticklish Sole? ILY!

Oh why thank you my friend! Enjoy!

Cait – Because Sole couldn’t beat her while wrestling, they decided to play dirty instead. “You cheeky little shite!” She’d growl, trying to bat their hands away while keeping balanced on top of them but quickly failing. She ended up pinned underneath them on the mat, kicking and squirming and growling non-threateningly because she couldn’t help but laugh. “Goddammit, you’ll pay Sole!” And they sure would, when they least expected it. The brawler would make her move when they were good and vulnerable, like when they’re curled up ready to go to sleep or when they’re just waking up.

Curie – She squeals and tries to bat them away, twisting and squirming and laughing uncontrollably because Sole is just too strong! Tears start coming out of her eyes because she’s laughing so much and in one hand, she’s wondering why it is that such a strange feeling like being tickled makes her eyes malfunction and on the other hand, she’s plotting her revenge. Sole will be sound asleep and none the wiser when Curie strikes back.

Danse – He tried to act stoic, he really did, but Sole’s fingers are just so damn pointy! He swears it’s the last time he’s out of his power armour around Sole because they damn near had him keeling over from how much he was trying to run and yell and at the same time not laugh because it only encourages them further. But two can play at that game and Danse had an ace up his sleeve. The next time Sole jumps into their power armour, it will only close around their arms and legs, essentially trapping them and leaving their very vulnerable torso open for Danse’s revenge.

Deacon – Surprisingly he just can’t handle it! He’s reduced to a giggling, thrashing mess and just can’t find the strength within to be able to push Sole off because he’s laughing so hard he can barely breathe. With Deacon, it can only end one of two ways: either Sole grows bored (which they definitely will not be anytime soon); or Deacon passes out from laughing so much.

Desdemona – She’d be one of the worst of all people in the Commonwealth for Sole to pin down and assault with body wrenching, tear jerking tickles because after all, her line of work involved many skills and certain interrogation techniques. One of which would be what she was planning on when Sole finally relented and let her up, only to have her call in Deacon and Glory to hold Sole down while she finds a beetle or two and a cup. Her plan was to make Sole damn near wet themselves from the trapped and scurrying beetle on their belly under the cup. Revenge is sweet.

Dogmeat – He’d squirm and bark and pant, absolutely loving the attention but it’s just too much for the little guy! Surely Sole will stop soon? They don’t. And Dogmeat thinks he’s going to combust because their fingers are just so ticklish! Eventually he manages to get away, which had him bounding around and barking, loving the fact that Sole decided to chase him down but oh no, he won’t be caught like that again! He leads them to the nearby river and waits at the bank with a wagging tail, leaving it until the very last moment and Sole’s leaping forward to catch him before bounding away again, turning to watch Sole flail about in the water with his tongue lolling out the side of his toothy grin.

Gage – He’s been tortured, beat up, mauled, shot and stabbed, yet being tickled endlessly by Sole is by far the worst thing he’s ever had to go through, especially because he didn’t have the strength to push them away from how hard he was trying not to laugh. He wanted to shoot them just a little, but settled for making a deal with the Pack which would have Sole strung up and helpless to a dozen or so raiders – including Gage – with infuriatingly ticklish feathers. Not his usual modus operandi, but damn will it be worth it in the end.

Hancock – The only way to get Hancock good – like, really good – is when he’s flying high on some Jet, totally spaced out on his bed and none the wiser to Sole creeping in with a feather duster. The best places to tickle him? Around his neck and back. He damn near feints from yelling and laughing so much and if he had any less control of his bladder, he may have made himself all red in the face.

MacCready – From his time in Little Lamplight, he’s kinda grown accustomed to poking and prodding fingers but Sole’s? Holy shit are they a different story. It’s like they just know where to poke and prod to make MacCready jump around like an idiot and flinch every time they come near him. Revenge will be sweet and in the form of him pinning Sole down and letting loose with a fistful of feathers onto the bottom of Sole’s feet.

Maxson – He glares at them until they get the hint and stop, realising that the man just isn’t ticklish. Or rather, that’s what Maxson wished they did because Sole soon figured out that without his coat on he’s just as ticklish as everyone else, perhaps even more so. Afterwards, when he’s trying to regain his composure and his dignity, he bides his time and waits until the perfect moment to strike with two knights, some rope and a feather duster.

Old Longfellow – The old man is not at all ticklish, not even in the slightest. Although, he does have a strong dislike for anything wet and slimy so as payback for not being successful in their attempts at tickling the old hunter, Sole makes it their duty to keep him on his toes by lifting the blankets on his bed/sleeping back and chucking a wriggling eel onto his bare chest before running away laughing. Priceless.

Piper Wright – She laughs and yells and tries her hardest to get them off but can’t, resorting to growling out threats of revenge that are weakened by the sound of her hysterical laughter. When it is finally over and she’s left in stitches, she immediately plans her payback that has both her and Nat mercilessly pouncing on and tickling Sole to tears when they least expect it.

Preston Garvey – The Minuteman is quite shockingly not ticklish anywhere. Not his feet, nor his armpits nor even around his belly. In fact, Sole had given up trying to find ways to make him squirm. That is until they inadvertently discovered his Kryptonite by breathing a whisper into his ear when they were pinned down by raiders. Since then, he’s had to have eyes on the back of his head because Sole will randomly come up behind him to blow softly onto his ear all in an effort to hear him yelp.

Strong – Can’t. Bear it! As much as the big guy tries to keep it a secret that he is indeed extremely ticklish, Sole still somehow manages to find out and by holy Christ is it a sight to see. Strong, roaring with pained laughter trying to get away from Sole who – bravely on their part – clings to him poking and prodding and laughing because soon Strong drops to the ground because their tickling is just too much for him to handle. He’d want to try and get them back, but he doesn’t want to hurt them so instead he’ll go get Cait who…retrospectively may not have been the most gentlest of people but at least she gets the job done.

X6-88 – Just stares at them, amused, because their frustration is making his effort to hide the fact that on the inside he’s dying just a little more worth it. Finally, when they give up and turn away in defeat, he snatches their feather duster and shows them how it’s really done. With no mercy and a wickedly devilish chuckle.

We Need To Talk About Kevin - Smut

Originally posted by maryorjane

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW +18
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/OC
Words: 4,370

Request: Could you do one where, due to some crazy weird shit, stiles has the power to see into the future for one day, he has a huge crush on the reader and goes forward a month or two and sees himself kissing her, i’d just like him to be really nervous and cute about the situation.

A/N: Okay so this turned into an OC so I’m sorry about that. Also, it got really funny, and a little off track, so I apologize if this wasn’t what you were looking for, but I needed to laugh and I did this to myself. Thank you to @completedylantrash for the idea behind this and to @toppunks for helping me out with it too. And a special thanks to Kevin, cause he’s my favorite creation. Also, don’t do drugs.

Stiles walked into the clinic, the bell jingling on the door to alert Deaton of his presence.

“Hello?” He called, stumbling through the swinging door leading behind the counter and into the exam room. All was quiet, so he stuck his head into the back hallway where the animals were kept. “Deaton?”

“I’m back here Stiles! Are you waiting for Scott?” Deaton’s voice was far away, coming from the dog pens.

“Yeah, I’ll wait for him out here.” He called back, walking back to the exam room and dropping his backpack on the floor. He rifled through it, pulling out a small bag of pretzels. He chewed thoughtfully, leaning against the wall, his foot tapping rhythmically on the floor. His eyes drifted across the room and to the exam table, noticing a cup of steaming liquid. He stepped closer for further inspection, the color of the liquid suggesting it was tea. He hummed, not taking Deaton for the tea drinking type, and moving to lean back against the wall.

It was in this moment that everything went horribly wrong.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're still taking prompts, but I'd kill for anything Supergirl. Superlane? Either way, b l e s s you for your writing <3

one thing kara has always been very good at is multitasking. okay, sure, except when her super secret identity is just shy of being found out—in her defence, though, miss grant is, like, really clever and really, really dogged about her “search for the truth, kiera. remember that.” but that’s a worry for another day. all she has to multitask now is listening to alex’s instructions in her ear and then trying really hard to block them out because actually alex appears to have zero clue on how to avoid all six of this aliens arms—limbs—appendage things. 

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King Of Birthdays (Vic Fuentes)

Could you do a Vic Fuentes Imagine? He is your brother and you are like in 10th grade or highschool, and you are sad because it’s your birthday, but then he surprises you by coming to the school with a big load of balloons and gifts? Something like that? Thank you! 💓


   I nervously rub my hands together, a million thoughts running through my head as I sit in my bed. Today, the first day of school, also happened to be my birthday. My family consists of Vic, my oldest brother, and Mike, my second oldest. Mike was a complete druggie that dropped out of school to hang out and live life, which I wish I could do if I wasn’t so obsessed with my grades. Vic was going into twelfth, and I’m not even sure if he knows it’s my birthday of not. He’s so knit tight with his friends, it’s not like how it used to be where I followed him around and we chased around the ice cream truck together flailing around like idiots.

It was different and I hated it.

I get downstairs, grabbing some cereal from the top shelf and pouring it into a bowl as Mike comes tumbling down the stairs.

“N-Nobody tells mom!” Mike says, as if it was obvious (which it was) that he was completely hung over from the bonfire last night. “Sibling secrecy, right Y/N?”

“Right.” I sigh, pouring some milk. One sibling forgetting my birth, let’s keep a tally! “You good to drive?”

“Where? I don’t go to your stupid little algebra convention anymore, remember?” He snapped his fingers in my face, giggling and then rubbing his temples. “Aaaaand the hangover begins now.”

Vic comes tumbling down the stairs after him in a tie dye hoodie and black skinny jeans with his bag over his shoulder as he grabs a banana. “People to meet, stuff to do. Have a great intro to tenth grade, don’t eat the special at lunch, get in with the right crowd, big brother stuff.” He hugs me as he leaves as soon as he entered.

It felt like a punch in the face, because he is really the only person in the family that understands. Mom is, as much as we love her, a crazy conservative, and ever since dad left, it’s just been us. It’s always been me, Vic, and Mike, but now, I guess since Mike would be sipping a Starbucks in the apocalypse while Vic did homework, things changed.

I go back upstairs to get on my jeans and a sweatshirt as I walk down the street in the cool fall air. I get into school, and sit down on the bench as I wait for my best friend to get off the bus. She comes into the lobby as I hug her, almost in tears.

“What’s wrong? Y/N, you okay?” She says as I pull back, rubbing my eyes.

“He forgot my birthday. He fucking forgot my birthday!” I say. “My brother knows how much I hate my birthday ever since Mike and dad and… UGH! I’m so mad at him I could-”

“OUT OF MY WAY!” I hear my brothers voice screech from across the hall. You wouldn’t know it was him or not, his face was blocked out by a bunch of my favorite colored balloons. He’s rolling a ton of brightly wrapped gifts on a roller. “VACTOR FUNTITS, KING OF BIRTHDAYS COMING THROUGH!

I cover my mouth, apparently looking paralyzed as my best friend is shaking me. “Vic!” I laugh as he finally drops all the stuff by me, people clearing the way, some moving to next period but some sticking around.

“You really thought I’d forget your birthday that easily?” He gets out from behind the balloons, pulling me into the classic Vic ‘Shoving his hands around you and lifting you off the ground for a couple seconds’ hug. He wipes my eyes, and I didn’t even know I was crying a bit until he did. “Now open your gifts already! Big one first.” He is bouncing up and down like a five year old.

I smack his arm, ripping open the gift. I open the box it’s in, and see a ukelele. He knew I loved playing, I just couldn’t afford one. The next gift is in a smaller box, and when I open the box, I see a gorgeous charm bracelet with ice cream, a ukelele, a heart, and my favorite animal. I felt like a little kid on christmas again. The last one, I carefully rip open, and see two… concert tickets? “What are these for?”

“You know the band me and Mike started? Well, Mike is trying online school since this place won’t take him, and we found someone who works with a company that will sell us. We have our first show tonight.” He smiles from ear to ear as I look at the tickets.

“Pierce the veil.” I read out loud. I basically tackle him in a hug as he gently hugs me back. The bell rings, and he ties the balloons to a bench, as I get to first period.

Later that day, I meet Vic outside of school as we walk home. When we get home, we sit on our front steps, just talking. We’ve been beating around the bush, until he finally gets blunt. “Why do you think dad left?”

“I don’t know. I try not to think of it. He always said mom was the love of his life, so when I think of it too deeply, I blame it on Mike or myself. I mean, don’t you remember the incident?”

“When dad left,” Vic starts off calmly. “Mike had a total mental breakdown. He got completely smashed on tequila, and nothing has been the same since. I always blame it on how reckless I was when it happened. I swore to myself, I’d get good grades and do something and-” He stops. “Not end up like Mike.”

Then, we hear it.

The familiar jingle of the ice cream truck.

We both hop up as it wooshes past us, sprinting towards it and breathing heavily until it finally stops around the corner, and we order a bomb pop and a powerpuff girl ice cream pop. We catch our breath, then laughing so hard we lose it again, as he wraps his arm around me.

“Things are looking up, I promise.” I say. “No matter what dad did, Mike is trying to get better, and you’re a brilliant person. Brilliant people like you are gonna go somewhere.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “Brilliant people like us are gonna go somewhere.”

“Love you Vic.”

“Love you too, Y/N.” He squeezes me. “Things are about to get so much better.”

Hope you like it, my first time writing for this blog <3 -max

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Anata o Mitsukemasu (I’ll Find You)

NaLu Week Bonus Day Wild Prompt 7/10/17

She clutched the worn letter in her hand as she stared out the trains window, her first clue.  It had been a year since she last saw her best friend; he didn’t even take his scarf with him…  “Baka…” she mutters under her breath.  ‘You should have talked to me first!  Because without you, death might be preferable…’  
Every chance she has she spends it searching for him.  With no specific direction or location all she can do is follow any clues she can find which often takes the form of dark guild destructions.  Someone or something is annihilating these evil bastions and while no one has gotten a good look, the way the survivors describe what happened or the glimpses of the creature, she just feels, it is him.  ‘He only targets evil…  I know there is still hope for him!’

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So I have a habit of livetexting everything I read/watch to the person who got me into it, and it's generally regarded as quite amusing. My dear friend Mycroft recently got me into Young Wizards, and he suggested that I put one of my livetexts up on Tumblr as my introduction into the fandom. So here goes "Iago reads High Wizardry" (lightly edited to make reading easier).
  • Iago: *picks up High Wizardry* Here we go.
  • Iago: Oh god. Setting up a computer in the nineties. This should be fun.
  • Iago: Dari wearing a Star Wars shirt makes me incredibly happy.
  • Iago: Nita's parents affronted by the fact that Dari can set up the computer without instructions is just perfect.
  • Mycroft: Dairine is the best Star Wars nerd.
  • Iago: She also likes X-Men, which is perfect.
  • Iago: "The sure way to make the world work for you was to know everything. Dairine sat home and busied herself with conquering the world." New favorite character? I think so.
  • Mycroft: I think she became like half the fandom's favorite character at that exact moment. Myself included--I can definitely relate.
  • Iago: *laughs* At least I'm in good company, then.
  • Iago: I hope Dari eventually conquers the world. We couldn't have a better ruler.
  • Mycroft: Amen to THAT.
  • Iago: Oh sweet lord Dari took the Oath we're all toast.
  • Iago: Dari with a lightsaber is a terrifying thought.
  • Iago: Dari's going to have an affinity for computer systems, isn't she?
  • Iago: Awwwww, Nita's upset that Kit didn't notice her new boobs!
  • Mycroft: Also consider this- since Dari took the Oath, she could probably make a lighsaber out of wizardry if she really wanted.
  • Iago: Oh sweet minty Jesus we're fucked.
  • Iago: Oh look, Dari's created a second computer.
  • Mycroft: It's always good to have backups...
  • Iago: It's her Wizard's manual, isn't it?
  • Mycroft: I'm saying nothingggggg.
  • Iago: It's totally her manual. It's fucking taking her to Mars as we speak,
  • Mycroft: Okay yes. That is a thing.
  • Iago: Obviously that means she has an affinity for computers. I'm a writer. i know these things.
  • Iago: It also means that she might have and easier time with wizardry that Kit and Nita, because she just has to command the computer.
  • Mycroft: Brace yourself for the "computer wizard" puns. They're gonna happen.
  • Iago: YUS
  • Iago: How convenient is it that two of the *four* North American Senior Wizards live within relative spitting distance of our main characters?
  • Iago: Wait, puberty gives you more power? Fuck, why wasn't *I* a wizard? That could have made things a hell of a lot easier.
  • Iago: Souls are one to a customer *on this planet*? The hell does that mean?
  • Mycroft: It's a big, weird Universe out there...
  • Iago: Fair play to you.
  • Iago: Ah, the trouble with going to a place about which you know nothing: you find yourself talking to the luggage. I wouldn't be surprised if, at some point, Dari used the wrong verbs and ended up kissing a complete stranger.
  • Iago: Ah, planet-hopping youth. Always expecting something they're familiar with, when someone more experienced would know not to expect anything.
  • Iago: "Tentacled" being used as a way to describe how people get around brings me much joy.
  • Mycroft: SAME. Also, welcome to the Crossings. You'll be seeing a lot of it.
  • Iago: Oh boy. That sounds ominous.
  • Mycroft: Well, I mean it's a popular travel hub.
  • Iago: Fair enough.
  • Iago: Oh my god are those actually dinosaurs.
  • Iago: Holy shit it's like a bloodhound but it's a dinosaur yes good I approve of this.
  • Iago: Oh shit, now she's covering her trail. How the hell are Kit and Nita going to fin her
  • Iago: God, this galaxy sounds beautiful.
  • Iago: Kit and Nita in a "permanent partnership". *waggles eyebrows*
  • Mycroft: INDEED.
  • Mycroft: They're so adorably awkward.
  • Iago: Especially at thirteen and fourteen. This is perfect.
  • Iago: And we're back to Nita considering asking Kit what he thinks about "things".
  • Mycroft: Bless her beautiful relatable awkwardness.
  • Iago: Yes, Tom, tell the magical children to go to major law enforcement authorities. That can't possibly backfire in your face.
  • Iago: planet-sized computer chip = yes good.
  • Mycroft: Wasn't it terrifying when Dairine thought she'd fried her Manual. Stranded in the middle of a distant unexplored planet is not the greatest time for that.
  • Iago: It was too far from the end of the book for her to be dead just yet.
  • Iago: Ah! She's teaching it and everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.
  • Iago: Oo! Dairine's manual is learning, too!
  • Iago: Oh god is she going to make the planet a wizard
  • Mycroft: ...MAYBE
  • Iago: Goody.
  • Mycroft: By the way, you didn't say anything about the Doctor's cameo...
  • Iago: Oh, of *course* that was him. I was wondering why he felt familiar. Which incarnation was that supposed to be?
  • Mycroft: Five. He's Diane Duane's favorite.
  • Iago: Ahhhh. Makes sense why I didn't quite catch it, then. I've never seen a Five story, and I really know very little about him.
  • Iago: oh god it was a *birthing* room?
  • Iago: "Kit, I didn't do it for you 'some'. I did it for you 'pretty much'."
  • Mycroft: YES GOOD JOIN US
  • Iago: Also, That Fucker just blew up a star to kill Kit and Nita. How rude.
  • Mycroftt: Are we calling the Lone Power That Fucker now because I totally approve
  • Iago: We totally can. I figured that capitalizing the first letters of any creative epithet I come up with would get the point across.
  • Mycroft: And it totally did.
  • Iago: Aw, Dairine's making friends with the circuit turtles!
  • Mycroft: With!
  • Iago: Is that its name?
  • Iago: Apparently not. Too bad, that would have been cute.
  • Iago: Gigo's nice, too, though
  • Iago: Mycroft I want a circuit turtle
  • Iago: Oh my god Dairine has just created a new race.
  • Mycroft: YUP
  • Iago: Good lord she *could* take over the world.
  • Mycroft: I would probably support this.
  • Iago: We wouldn't be able to stop her. We probably wouldn't *want* to stop her.
  • Iago: Oh dear god the circuit turtles are going to take over the Universe
  • Mycroft: I think it's more like... reprogramming
  • Iago: They're going to remake the whole damn thing!
  • Iago: I legitimately do not know what the Lone Asshat wants from this encounter.
  • Iago: Oh my god Dari has just used one of my favorite lines.
  • Iago: "You're so full of it that if you had eyes, they'd be brown."
  • Iago: Ah, mental contact. Solves everyone's problems
  • Iago: *flailing* Dari!
  • Iago: Nita and Kit showed up in the nick of time, and honest to god I was waiting for a, "Surprise, bitch."
  • Iago: "One might be intending to cripple or destroy that Power, but there was no need to be rude about it."
  • Iago: AND WHY NOT
  • Iago: RUDE IS FUN
  • Iago: PEACH
  • Iago: *incoherent shrieking*
Nalu Soccer Au: Red Card

Here I go again with another multi chapter story. I won’t post it on fanfiction until some other time

Well I know this isn’t smart of me to start yet another story but @illustraice inspired me to make a Nalu soccer au and well I started typing away lol. I really hope you like it! This was made in a 3 hr car ride in the trunk of my own car with my phone so excuse typos *sigh*

Story name: Red Card
Rating: T for now for colorful cursing, suggestive themes, kissing, etc.
Pairing(s): Nalu with a side of Sting x Yukino, Gajeevy, Gruvia, and Jerza
Summary: Lucy had always been a hard core soccer fan despite her girlish appearance. Her idol, Fairy Tail’s number 14 and forward, Natsu Dragneel. When by chance she’s gifted tickets for a meet and greet of her favorite team, she excitedly sets off only to unknowingly bump into a disguised Natsu who was on the run from his fans. What could this encounter unfold? Nalu

Setting the Net

Full on concentration. A complete and calculated concentration. Swift movement of feet and disheveled grass thrown aside by the quick and very sudden movements. The ball kicked with such grace as it soars and rolls to its next caretaker until it finally, with a piercing blow, is sent past the white line known as the edge of the net. The greatest excitement and disappointment all in one go. Cheers from those who saw the glorious entrance of the ball while the others yelled a string of curses or slapped their hands on their face knowing that was a point for the team not of their own. Soccer, a sport of passion.

“Yes! Gooool!” A blonde squealed prancing around the room with her arms flailing about her face contorted in joy and her chocolate brown eyes glowed. “Uh, L-Lucy, you really do love soccer, huh?” A silver haired girl with brown eyes smiled nervously from the couch as she saw her friend go crazy around their apartment living room. The blonde turned to her roommate as a blush spread at her cheeks.

She scratched the back of her head sheepishly. “Sorry, Yukino. It’s just I’ve loved soccer since forever. It’s so exciting! It’s such a rush even when you yourself aren’t playing.” Lucy breathed dreamily as she went to slouch on the couch. The silver head could only examine her. Her blonde locks in a high pony tail. The meticulously applied make up on her face in addition to the perfect manicured nails. The pale pink dress at her thighs and even the nude heels. The epitome of girlish. At that Yukino let out a snort of amusement, startling the blonde.

“W-What?” Lucy questioned as she saw the woman beside her begin to laugh to herself. “S-Sorry! It’s just…your looks…totally contradict your hobbies and interests”, Yukino apologized while still chuckling in between her explanation. The blonde shrugged thinking about it herself as she allowed herself to giggle at the truancy of the words. “You’re right, which is why I can’t date a guy unless I cab talk to him about soccer”, she joked lightly.

Another fit of giggles and Lucy was yet again entranced with the game going on the tv. No one, but Yukino knew at the university about Lucy’s infatuation with the sport. Not the blonde would mind them knowing, but she liked it better that way because boys would tend to kiss up to her for a date and knowing her secret would only lead to a fake ‘same’ interest on their part. Yukino blinked when she noticed Lucy’s eyes brighten up suddenly when a specific player got the ball with ease.

Yukino looked at the male player and noticed off the bat, the pink colored hair he possessed along with some beautiful emerald eyes. He wore a red jersey with a fairy insignia at the left side of his chest with the words ‘Fairy Tail’ right under. The number 14 was plastered at the back with 'Dragneel’ written above it. “Do you like him?” The silver head asked suddenly as the blonde squeaked in response. “I love him! Natsu Dragneel is just amazing. He’s Fairy Tail’s prodigy, their best forward followed by their second forward and number 11, Gray Fullbuster. What I would give to meet him”, Lucy explained with such a love struck expression on her face. Yukino let a discreet smile pass her lips as she retrieved her purse lying behind the couch.

“Hmm, is that so, the I’m sure you’d like these”, the petite girl sang as the blonde turned to her. Yukino held two tickets in her hand and waved them teasingly in front of the blonde’s face. Lucy tried looked over them and read the words “Fairy Tail meet and greet 5pm at Magnolia”. “Oh. My. God!!!” Lucy yelled as she hugged the silver head tightly.

“Where did you get those?” Lucy questioned as she looked at Yukino as if looking at a goddess. the latter only smiled knowingly. “Oh, I have my ways, and just so you know, this is today just when they’re game finishes~ So you should retouch your make up, and go or else you’ll be late”, Yukino sang as Lucy jumped up to run into her room while still squealing uncontrollably.

“Oh boy, if only she knee how I got these she’d go crazy”, the silver head smiled to herself.


No later, Lucy had run out of her apartment, purse in hand and tickets safely inside. It was 4:30 and she’d be late if she didn’t hurry up. “Dang! My make up and finding my jersey took longer than I thought”, she scolded herself. She’d put her jersey in her purse for her idol to sign and just the thought of seeing him made her heart race. So much, in fact, that she’d started running again to ensure she would definitely not be late. She crossed the street despite the crossing sign with the red standing man lighted up. Looking around for any policeman, she ran down the street.

She squeaked apologies as cars honked furiously at her reckless action as she ran towards the other side. She almost felt panic rise in her when she noticed the train bars begin to lower signaling the subway coming in the way. “Not today!”, she growled as she kicked off her heels and carried them from the straps as she ran as fast as she could. After all, a former soccer player like herself was still just as fast as she used to be as she sprinted down the street.

The bars lowered and she picked up the pace managing to go under them and running past as the subway train began to pass over. She fist pumped the air feeling a sense of victory and she leaned down to set her heels on the floor. She wiped her feet from the light dust and dirt on them and looked around making sure no one had seen her, which she doubted since the street was bustling with people and cars.

Regardless, she strapped back on her heels. She breathed relieved for a few seconds before continuing to run taking a sharp left turn and hitting straight into someone. She fell back with such a force on her bottom that she almost cried from the sting especially from the scrape at the side of her leg when she fell backwards. Out of all things, she just had to go and get herself hurt. She even figured her dress was a little dirty now.

“Shit! Oi, are you okay?! ” a male’s worried voice questioned as he looked around him as if looking out for someone. However, he looked down to her bleeding leg. “Oh, man that was a stupid question”, he huffed embarrassed as he offered to help her up. She wasn’t really angry since he was being so attentive. She took his hand and was shocked with his strength as he picked her up effortlessly. Lucy felt weird though, there she was allowing a complete AND suspicious stranger treat her to some coffee after properly treating her wound. He was wearing a red hoodie and his face was for the most part concealed. That made him even more suspicious, but he had helped her and was now in a public place with her so he would probably not be a danger

“Uh, you really didn’t have to buy me coffee”, she finally interrupted the silence between them. The way his form was positioned gave off an apologetic vibe. “I had to. I did hurt you really bad”, he motioned to her leg which now had a scab where it had healed when he had carefully cleaned it. She felt slightly guilty for making him feel unintentionally responsible.

“I mean, I was running too so it was partially my fault. Thank you, regardless”, she smiled. “Why were you in such a hurry, anyways?” he asked interested in continuing their conversation. She blushed at that trying to formulate the words to say.

“Meeting up a boyfriend?” he chuckled, but she shook her head and crossed her arms defensively. “Definitely not! Er well, I don’t really have one”, she muttered.

“No way! You’re beautiful! How does someone like you, not have a boyfriend?!” he questioned almost outraged and seemed to look away when he realized what he said. The atmosphere became awkward as she answered his previous question. “ W-Well, I was… heading off to Fairy Tail’s meet and greet”, she finally confessed as to which the stranger perked up. “You like soccer? I mean are you going to see the 'hot guys’?” he questioned.

“Well, not really, I mean the guys being hot are a plus, but had they not been handsome I’d still definitely go”, she smiled fondly as leaned on her elbows. “Why?” he followed up.

“Well, I’ve loved soccer and Fairy Tail since I was young. I remembered watching Igneel play when I was younger”, she began to explain before the latter interrupted her. “You knew Igneel?” he questioned startling her. “Yeah! He was one of the reasons I myself played soccer from middle school and high school, but then I just stopped after my father demanded I quit that nonsense and then Igneel retired”, she sighed sadly a longing beginning to show in her voice.

The stranger remained silent and Lucy almost felt he was judging her. “I’m strange, aren’t I? A girl and a girlish one at that who likes soccer. You must be bored”, she sounded apologetic. “ Not at all. I think you’re awesome! But don’t you think it’s waste of time to go to superficial meet and greets?” he questioned. She hummed in thought before giving him a wide smile.

“Of course not. For real fans like myself these events are the world. The players themselves might not realize that it means the world to them. To see the person you admire, your idol, in person, is a dream come true. I’ve always wanted to meet Natsu Dragneel. He was my idol after I first saw him play. His skill on the field is spectacular. The smooth passes, the force of his kick and those rare occasions of corner kicks as they curve beautifully is something I’ve always admired. I have hope that he’ll become the next Igneel. They do have a similar style”, she explained so animatedly.

“You really think so?” he almost muttered. “He’s amazing! Of course, he can. If he keeps playing as passionately as he always does. I believe in him”, she chuckled. “You speak so fondly of him even though you haven’t met him”, he laughed. She blushed furiously. “I k-know, but I feel he loves soccer more than anyone just like me which is why I talk like that”, she sputtered embarrassed.

The stranger just gave a hearty laugh and Lucy felt she really liked it after how reserved he had been at the beginning. “I’m Lucy by the way. Lucy Heartfilia”, she smiled. “Hey, isn’t the meet and over, Lucy?” he asked her and she looked at her iPhone’s clock. Her face immediately deflated, but then she huffed and smiled once more. “Yeah, that’s fine. I had a very enjoyable time regardless. I’m just as content watching them on tv”, she mentioned as she settled to fix her belongings.

“I could still get you to meet the team”, he casually mentioned. The blonde looked at him incredulous. “No way!” she squeaked as her grin widened. He only nodded . “Are you like someone important at the event?!” she asked excitedly as he stood as well. “Uh, you could say that”, he smirked secretively as he guided her out of the shop and down the streets.

“So how come you listened to your father and stopped playing the sport you loved?” he asked her as they walked while he dipped his hands into his jean pockets. “Well, my mother died when I was in my sophomore year of high school and I still played soccer even after that but he guilted me into quitting saying that I had to listen to him in my mother’s stead and so I stopped after I graduated”, she sighed looking straight ahead at nothing in particular.

“If you could play again, would you?” he asked as they finally crossed in front of the establishment of the event. “Many more times again and again.” He smiled lightly as he approached the guard at the door. From his pocket he pulled out a tag and without hesitance was led inside as he motioned for blonde to follow him. He led her down a series of complicated hallways holding her wrist to avoid her from getting lost before they reached a door which had big white letters with the name Fairy Tail on it.

She breathed heavily as she tried containing her excitement. He seemed to sense it as he turned to her. “Ready?” He asked teasingly. “Nope, but really nervous and excited”, she muttered as he finally opened the door. “I’m back”, he drawled really casually. “Damn you! I can’t believe you got away with it, flame brain!” a voice howled as Lucy almost felt she would faint at seeing Gray Fullbuster in front of her. He had black hair and dark blue eyes with firm features.

“Oh my god! Gray Fullbuster”, she whispered as she clutched onto the shoulders of the stranger. Gray blinked as he looked at the blonde. “No way! You brought a girl? This is the end!” Gray laughed as all the players seemed to near them in shock. Lucy felt overwhelmed as she met their 2 of their defenses Jellal and Elfman, numbers 3 and 5, respectively and two of their mid fielders, Loke and Gajeel, numbers 7 and 12, respectively. The rest of their team seemed busy getting their things together.

“Hey what’s your name?” the black haired male asked her. “L-Lucy”, she mumbled.

“Okay, idiots, chill. She’s a huge fan and you guys are scaring her”, Lucy’s companion interrupted. “Didn’t mean to. Nice to meet you, Lucy”, Gray grinned stretching out his hand to shake hers. She grinned as she shook his hand vigorously. She seemed to look around in hopes to find her idol and not finding him.

“Hey Salamander take off that ridiculous hoodie already”, Gajeel motioned annoyed. Lucy noticed that it was awfully hot to be wearing such a thing as she looked at him expectantly. He had to be some sort of manager or maybe even a friend of theirs with the way they spike so casually to him. And by Gray’s words, she was probably be the first girl or even person this man had brought with him to meet them team. She was extremely grateful to him for indulging her so.

“Haven’t properly introduced myself, huh, Lucy?” he smiled at her as she nodded in confusion. This whole time he had been nameless to her and she felt almost ashamed. He grasped the hoodie by its hem as he pulled it off with one pull. His shirt rid up a little and the blonde was shocked to see the glimpse of defined muscles. He threw the red hoodie at Gray who cursed under his breath as he shoved it to the floor. “Stupid”, he mumbled irritated. “Chill, ice princess”, he motioned with a cackle.

Lucy returned to look at her companion after he began to laugh at the black haired male and she felt herself remain speechless at the sight of a handsome face with pink spiky locks, gorgeous smile, and beautiful emerald eyes. He stretched out his hand a large grin still plastered on his face and feeling amused as her face became beet red in both embarrassment and shock. He chuckled lightly as he stretched out his hand to her.

“I really had a good time with you. I’m Natsu Dragneel by the way. Nice to meet you, Lucy.”

Welp that’s the first chapter! I hope you guys liked it. I was really excited to write this sort of au. Please do tell me what you think! And wait up for next chapter!!!

A New Course: Part II

The Pirate/Mermaid AU continues!

(This part turned out to be pretty much sterek. Don’t worry the allydia is still on its way. Someday.)


[Part I] [Part II] [Part III]

Part II

Lydia was not in a good mood.

She was annoyed and bored and mostly angry. At herself. Because although it wasn’t her fault, she could see how it could possibly be construed that part of this was her own doing.

Because she had actually made herself wake up at dawn, foregoing her usual full night of beauty sleep to stretch and patrol the island and generally be ready for a fight. And she had done that because she, for some stupid reason, had assumed that Allison Argent would be one of those captains who actually stopped their crew from being lazy assholes, as least in the face of treasure, and would be attacking at first light.

And there had been no dawn attack.

Which meant that not only had Lydia been awake for an extra three hours but she had somehow misread the bloody captain of the glorified rowboat occupying her cove. It turned out that Allison Argent was just as stupid as the rest and Lydia was stupid for thinking any differently. There would be no more exciting surprises.

It was almost midday when there was finally a flurry of movement on the deck of the ship and she heard the tell-tale creak of rope and wood as a rowboat was lowered into the water. And just… really? In broad daylight? Sure, it would make her easier to spot but she knew all the shadows of this water like the back of her hand.

And they weren’t even doing this right. One of the rowboats had been lowered, but it wasn’t hovering close to the ship and waiting for the others to be ready to all head for the shore at once. It was sailing straight for the little island she was protecting. Well, not straight actually- it was weaving back and forth slightly as if the two who were rowing it weren’t exactly in sync.

God, it was going to be alarmingly easy to kill all of them at this rate.

And it would really be a shame. To drown the first female captain she had ever found, with her long dark hair and her intelligent eyes and her long, graceful neck and-

Lydia blinked. She must be more tired than she thought.

Giving herself a final shake, she started towards the lone rowboat. It was still the only one in the water, which is what finally gave her pause and caused her to cautiously come to the surface while still a distance away. Maybe it was an elaborate trap?

“Oh, god,” a familiar voice rang out. “Derek! Derek, we have to turn back.”

“We can’t. Cap is still watching,” Derek sounded just as he had last night. Well, maybe not exactly the same. Still just as grumbly and tense, but in a different way. “Besides, why do we have to go back?”

“Because,” Stiles said and Lydia risked swimming closer. She didn’t think these two were much of a threat. “I forgot the white flag. We have no flag, Derek. She’s going to kill us. Before we even get a chance to explain!”

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Late Nights

A/N: Hello, darlings! Sooo… I’ve got an angst baby thing for you. I know it’s been done before, and it might be a little blah, because I don’t have children or any babies in the house. I do have a new puppy, who is, my mother assures me, exactly like a baby. And the first few nights after we got her, she slept in my room and she cried and cried and cried, and I’d tried everything and she just wouldn’t stop. And I was like “Oh, God, puppy, please go to sleep!” So yeah. Sorry, Annabeth.



There is one particular type of crying babies do that simply breaks Annabeth’s heart. It’s that crying just on the short side of desperate, where you’ve fed them, changed them, bathed them, sung and rocked and begged and they just won’t stop. Logan, apparently, was not above that kind of crying.

She was so tired. She’d just gotten back to work from her maternity leave and as happy as she was to get a break from 24/7 diapers and bottles, she’s completely wiped out by the end of the day. The office was ecstatic to have her back, and her most faithful clients jumped at the chance to throw their projects in her capable hands. It was sweet of them to wait for her, she felt recompensed for all her hard work, proud that she’s managed to build a good reputation and, why not say it, smug. At the time, she felt really damn smug that people would wait for the end of her leave instead of going to another architect, because apparently she was the best.

But it was two in the morning, she had a meeting at 8, Percy was out at sea with his research team from college and Logan just. Wouldn’t. Stop. Crying.

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C’mon Dude. (Josh x Reader)

Prompt: Can you please do something in which there is a obvious sexual tension between Josh and the reader and where Chris encourages Josh to “take her to the bone zone”, because all their friends know he has a crush for her ?

You got it anon!

“Dude, bro. Hello?”

Chris waved his hand in front of Josh’s face to get him out of his obvious trance. As he shook his head, he realised he had been staring at you playing a video game with Beth who was your best friend of the group. Looking down at his hands in which he held a bottle of soda and a cup which was overflowing, he realised he hadn’t been paying attention to what he was doing which then caused Chris to pull him back down to Earth.

Trying to laugh it off, very awkwardly, he put down the soda and the cup and rung his hands a few times to get rid of the spats of liquid. “Sorry cochise, lost my train of thought..” He leant down to sip some of the soda out of the cup so as not to spill anymore by picking it up.

Chris just rolled his eyes at his best friend, his arms folded as he smirked. “You’ve got the hots for (y/n).” It wasn’t like he didn’t know already, it was just fun for him to tease Josh about it. Plus, it got Josh off of his case about the whole Ashley thing.

Josh tried to shrug him off, picking up the cup and taking a chug of the drink. As he pulled it away, he shook his head once. “Nah.” It was all he could think of saying. It wasn’t like you had feelings for him.

“Oh, (y/n) is coming this way!” Chris nudged Josh forward and took his phone from his pocket, pretending to be texting someone.

Josh watched as you practically bounded towards him, a wide grin on your face. “Josh, Beth is totally cheating at the game,” You said, your voice mock whining, a pout on your lips. “Make her stop. You’re her big brother.” You rested a hand on his arm and squeezed it, fluttering your eyelashes up at him. “Please, Joshy?”

Josh raised his eyebrow, trying to hide his reaction to you touching his arm and he definitely wasn’t focusing on the one finger that was tracing small circles over the skin. “I can’t help you there, sorry.” He chuckled as you huffed, the pout getting a little worse at his words. “She would kill me. You know how she is.”

Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair and looked up at him. “Fine. You owe me Joshua Washington.” Giving him a quick wink, you turned on your heels and walked back to Beth.

Chris glanced at Josh, a smirk rising on his face as he saw his best friend stood speechless, watching you walk away. “You’ve got it bad, bro.”

Later in the night, Sam had suggested movies. Heading into the living room, everyone found a seat. You on the other hand had walked in last after grabbing some sodas and some snacks for everyone. “No room for me?” You frowned as every seat was occupied.

Josh, now feeling very confident and full of himself smirked. “You can always sit on my lap sweetie.”

You smirked back at him, putting the snacks and drinks on the table in the centre of the room and sitting on Josh’s lap, pulling the blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa over the pair of you. “Thanks sweetie.” You teased him back, sticking your tongue out before reaching forward to grab a drink on the table and a handful of chips.

Chris, who was sat at the opposite side of the sofa with Ashley just smirked at the pair of you, mouthing a quick “nice on bro”. As you settled back down into the blanket, you started to notice Beth and Hannah staring at you. You tried hard to ignore it, feeling a little bit anxious. Maybe you were being a little overly friendly with him. Maybe. He did offer his lap though, it would have been rude to reject. Plus, they knew how you felt…but that did not in any way mean Josh needed to know. That would be catastrophic.

“(y/n) your elbow is digging into my stomach.”

“Well, you shouldn’t be so skinny.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have such pointy elbows.”

One prod in the stomach from Josh and it was all over. You fell back giggling, his tickling getting a little more intense making you squeal and shake and wiggle and move around, your arms flailing about wildly, trying to get his hands from your body.

“Josh! Du-Josh, please!” You practically squealed out, clambering away from him and finding yourself on the floor beside the sofa which you had been sat, Josh smirking down at you as he pulled the blanket tightly around him.

“I think this is mine now, maybe?” He winked at you, then turned his attention to the movie that was playing on the TV as if nothing had happened.

Scoffing, you crawled over to where Beth was sat and curled up at her feet, taking on last glance at Josh and sticking your tongue out at him, smirking as you did so, seeing the mischievous gleam in his eye from across the room.

“You don’t like him other than a friend, huh?” Beth practically cackled into your ear, revelling in your cheeks which were burning red at her words. “You’re all over him.”

Chris had leaned over to Josh and was practically saying the same things to Josh, his face filled with amusement for his friend. “You should just do it, bro.” He lowered his words into a quiet whisper, so only he and Josh could hear his words. “Just take her to the bone zone. She wants it. You want it. What is the worst that could happen?”

Chris’s words ran through Josh’s mind through the rest of the night. It wasn’t easy having Chris of all people telling him to get on with it and ask you out since he and Ashley were hopeless cases. The words still rung in his ear as people started to leave the house and it was just him, you and the twins still sat up.

Slowly you stood, stretching wildly and yawning as loudly as possible. “I’m going to bed.” You stated simply, smiling sweetly down at everybody else and sauntering out of the room, catching a quick glimpse at Josh who was watching you from the corner of his eye.

After you had left Josh stood up, having waited a few minutes until you had left, and yawned as loudly as you had in a theatrical manner. “Bed time for me too I think.” He ignored the smirks that the twins were exchanging and turned on his heels and walked toward the door. “Goodnight girls.” He saluted them before closing the door and heading towards the stairs.

Walking up the stairs, he saw the lights on to the spare bedroom which was the room in which you were situated for the night. Stopping outside your door Josh knocked once before whispering. “Goodnight, (y/n).”

You jumped a little at his voice, as soft as it was when he spoke. “G’night.” You pulled your nightie over your head, biting on your lip as you stared at the door. After a few seconds of silence, you spoke again. “Josh?”

As if he had been holding his breath, Josh let out a long, low sigh before entering the bedroom. He licked his lips as he saw you in your nightwear and he cleared his throat a moment. “Yeah?”

Maybe now was a good time to tell him how you felt?

It was as if you both had the same thought. You both walked quickly towards each other, arms outstretched before you embraced, your lips connecting together. His were soft and gentle, yours a little chapped and dry but Josh didn’t seem to mind. One of his hands began running through your hair, grasping onto it as if he didn’t want to let you go. The kiss could have lasted for much longer if you both didn’t need to come up for air.

As you looked up at him, a sweet smile on your face, one hand reached up to cup his cheek gently, your thumb running over the soft skin. “Stay in my room?”

He nodded once and kissed you again.

Share The Blanket

((A/N: Next in the one-week Dean challenge by @deanxkatherine-af! The theme for today? Netflix and Chill. I had fun writing it, although I think I have some weird fascination with being cold. Anywho… This one is pure fluff. Just happy fluff. I’m making up for Hospital Beds, I promise. Tagged originally by @aprofoundbondwithdean

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: Language  ))

This was not happening. This could not possibly be happening. This was the worst thing in the history of the world to be happening and it was happening to you.

“What do you mean the heater’s busted?!” You stared at Sam and Dean while layered under a few different items of clothing. The baggy hoodie was the final touch and you, admittedly, looked kind of like Mr. Puft in Ghostbusters.

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mothisland  asked:

Hey there, do you have any Shizaya headcanons in relation to children? (Their own children, their friend's children, how they treat children while they're around each other as opposed to when they're not?) And you know I love your prompts, but I just want to say again: You're doing God's work!

Hey!! Actually this was perfect timing, because I was totally writing a Shizaya as Parents AU thing. Sorry for the delayed response!! Anyway, I wrote a whole bunch of different things down, so it’s really obnoxiously long and maybe all over the place, but hopefully it’s what you wanted!

I had a lot of fun writing this, so thank you so much for messaging me!! And I never thought about the whole friend’s children thing, so that was a lot of fun to think about.

(And also, just as a note because I got super confused at times while writing this, I used “they” in reference to the child, just because it didn’t really matter to me what sex/gender. Or sometimes I just used “____” for their name. I started using “it” at first because that seemed right to use for a baby, but then it started sounding demeaning or something, hahaaha. And I also just assumed adoption, but surrogate or anything else is totally fine!)

Oh, and there are maybe a few NSFW things in here for anyone reading it. But nothing major.

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tardisandwings  asked:

Hunter!stiles/derek please?

This got away from me a bit, but it was super enjoyable to write so I can’t say I’m sorry. Honestly, I’d love to add about 30k more words to this AU, and maybe one day I will, but I’ll post as is for now. 

Also posted to AO3 (and potentially the beginning of a series).

Stiles likes to hum the theme song to Scooby Doo whenever they get a new assignment. He calls the Jeep “the mystery machine” and constantly declares dibs on being the Velma of the group.

“We are not just a bunch of ‘meddling kids,’ Stiles,” Lydia huffs, annoyed, while Allison smirks in amusement from where she’s taking weapons inventory in the corner.

Stiles laughs and doesn’t take his eyes off his laptop screen, fingers never pausing in their quick movements over the keys. “Uh, we really kinda are, Lyds.”

Lydia rolls her eyes, tosses her hair over her shoulder haughtily, and continues drawing in her sketchbook as if she didn’t hear him. “And if we were, you’d be Shaggy.”

Stiles stops typing long enough to flip her off for that one. Allison giggles at them and starts sharpening her knives.

They’ve got it down to a science now, after stumbling their way into the supernatural as naïve fourteen-year-olds. Three years and a billion near-deaths later, they know their shit.

Lydia is the brains. Allison is the brawn. And Stiles is– Well, usually the bait. He squawks indignantly whenever Lydia puts it in those terms, but he knows she doesn’t really mean it. None of this would work as smoothly as it does without each of their individual skill sets. Lydia uses her Banshee powers to point them in the right direction, Stiles makes the plans and figures out what the evidence gathered will eventually add up to, and Allison makes sure they all don’t die.

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gulfsquid  asked:

STARISH and QUARTET NIGHT taking their family ( the s/o and children/child ) on a family trip. Where would they go and how might they react to the kids being bored / annoying ?

Natsuki - This would be the Shinomiya family’s hundredth time visiting Shining Land. Maybe the ninety-ninth time his kids were still enthused, but now they could only complain. The amusement park was practically the same each time, and they wanted to spend time with their father at a place that just…wasn't there. “Daaaad, can’t we go somewhere else for once?” they whine. Natsuki scratches his head, puzzled. In spite of his older age he continued to enjoy the park, never tiring of its magic. “We’re already here. Open your eyes to the true beauty of this place, and not just what you see on the outside,” Natsuki nodded.

Tokiya - Fukuoka held a different taste than the Ichinose family’s home in Tokyo did. “This is where you grew up?” they inquired to their father, wrinkling their little noses, “Where’s the Shibuya 109, or even Don Quixote? It’s so plain!” Tokiya was taken back slightly, a bit offended that his children would insult the city he’d been raised in. He furrowed his eyebrows, scolding them firmly. “This might not be like Tokyo, but that doesn’t mean you can talk down on it. There are many different kinds of cities in this world, and they all have something wonderful about them. Don’t judge a place before you’ve really seen it!” he chastised. 

Cecil - He realized that taking the family around Agnapolis wasn’t exactly the trip they had in mind, but Cecil found it to be an important lesson for them nonetheless. “Oh, look! Sand, sand, and more sand,” his children would grumble in their car. Cecil frowned. He’d lean closer to his kids and poke the glass of the window. “I don’t see only sand,” he said, “I see brave soldiers sprinting across a sandstorm on their camels, I see the great Wang Shi Tong’s Library rising for the first time in a millennia. You have to use your imagination.”

Ren - Yoyogi Park during the cherry blossom season was crowded with tons of flower viewers, much to the chagrin of Ren’s children. “This is so lame! Why are we spending Dad’s vacation here when we could be in Rome, or Paris?” they protested. Ren flicked their foreheads, holding the hand of his partner tightly. “This is where we met, you know. Cherry blossoms are the flower of our country, and no matter how caught up we get in what we have, we must always remember where we come from,” Ren wisely advised. He gazed deeply into his significant other’s eyes, drawing the adoration of his daughter and fake retching from his son.

Ittoki - The family loved nothing more than a good soccer match on the weekend. Unfortunately, the first time they decided to see the Tokyo Spirits’ game live, it was extremely dull a majority of the time. Neither team scored, and each time someone was about to score, it was a shameful miss. Though Otoya was happy enough to be there with the people he loved, his partner (with little interest in soccer to begin with) and children yawned on the sidelines. “This is history you guys are watching, you know!” Otoya chimed in. “It’s almost impossible for the Tokyo Spirits to not score for this long. Don’t think about the number of points and focus on how hard everyone is playing down there,” he pointed.

Syo - Watching their grandmother conduct an orchestra in this modern era didn’t exactly appeal to Syo’s children as he had wished for. By intermission he found them either on the brink of sleep or already snoring. He’d slam a soft fist into their heads, “Oi, be respectful to your grandma!” Of course, being Syo’s children, they shared a piece of his personality and wanted to argue back, running to his partner to protect them from his wrath. “That’s right, go run crying to Mama! She won’t save you for long!”

Hijirikawa - As an heir to his family’s business, Masato had been invited to a fancy soiree in Karuizawa. Since this would occupy his weekend, he thought it wouldn’t hurt to bring his children with him to their family house in the town. His kids were polite, but that didn’t stop them from pestering him during the party asking to go back to the vacation home because they were bored. Masato sympathized with them, and in place of getting angry, he’d simply kneel to their level and pat their head. “This party is important for our family, so please try to handle it as best you can,” he encouraged.

Ranmaru - They were traveling to Nagano for their long-planned camping trip, now that Ranmaru had a decent break from his tiring schedules. The whole time the kids would pester him with questions, causing him to tighten the grip of his hands on the steering wheel. “If you guys don’t quiet down and leave Papa alone, he’ll turn this car right around!” he threatened in the best patient tone he could muster.

Reiji - An onsen was a place of great relaxation. The destination Reiji had picked in particular was frequented by celebrities, where the inn promised total privacy for its customers. Reclining in the steaming waters, Reiji let out a sigh of relief. “Hey, hey Dad! Watch, watch what I can do! Dad? DAD! You’re not watching!” his son yelled, flailing an arm at his father. “I’m watching, I’m watching,” Reiji insisted, even though his eyes were closed when he tried waving his son’s words away. Moments later the loudest crashing sound could be heard. Sitting up at once, he noticed that the wall separating the gendered baths had collapsed, all because his kid had done something dumb.

AI - His children were thrilled to be at the beach, but they grew annoyed the more they noticed Mikaze staying to the side, sitting under the shade of an umbrella. They’d complain to him, whining at their other parent to do something. “I’m fine where I am, don’t let me ruin your fun,” Mikaze waved his hand at them, going back to reading his book. Fed up, they scooped seawater into their buckets, splashing it all over him. He didn’t look particularly amused, especially since his novel was soaked. “You’re gonna pay!” he heaved a sigh, standing up and sprinting after the troublesome brats.

Camus - “It’s so cold!” Camus’s children cried, shivering in their wool coats as they approached the Silk Palace. The temperatures didn’t really adjust inside of it either, prompting them to pester their father. “Can’t we go back home? We’re gonna freeze!” they pouted. “Patience,” he replied, though it was more like he was trying to tell it to himself. “The Silk Queen requested we visit her, and as nobility we cannot deny her.” Unfortunately their chattering never ceased, so Camus sent them out with his partner to go get some hot cocoa from the kitchen while he personally spoke with the queen.

Fake relationships is my favourite trope and I am what? Weak. So there you go.

Also called: Karen can’t talk to old people, and writes silly stories instead.

Danny believes that, in retrospect, he will find the whole thing hilarious. Chin certainly does, if the wide, closed-mouth grins he keeps throwing them is any indication.

If anything, Steve now has three new Faces, all of which cause Kono to make this really cute expression, all scrunched up and trying not to openly cackle in her boss’s face, so Danny’s choosing to count it as a win.


Here’s what happens:

What happens is, between the unnecessary explosions, car chases, property damages, and general disrespect of basic police procedures, the good Governor of Hawaii hasn’t been very fond of 5-0 lately. Sure, they get the job done, but then it falls to him to smooth the many, many feathers ruffled in the process. So when he strides into HQ at 8am, positively fuming, looking around the place with wild eyes, well, it doesn’t bode well.


Steve walks out of his office, eyebrows raised, face open, the picture of innocence.

“Good morning, sir. Can I help you?”

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Stairway to Heaven - or should I call it Starway to Destiel? - was totally awesome, and here's why

Guys, I’m flailing! It’s been a day, and I haven’t stopped flailing yet! It was so, so good - and my God, the DESTIEL. I swear, last night I was dying, all I wanted was to immediately start talking about the episode, but alas, it was 4am, and I needed sleep, ahah.

Still, I would like to thank not only Dabb, but also God and Jesus for this episode, because YES.

So, let’s talk about this episode and why it was insanely good - basically, a list I make as I rewatch 9x22, made up of feels and speculation, plus a final Destiel analysis of the already infamous “he’s in love [longest pause ever] with humanity” line, and why it could only be implying EXACTLY WHAT WE ALL KNOW IT’S IMPLYING (spoiler alert: humanity isn’t the one Cas is in love with).

All of it below the cut ;)

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(I’m stuck in traffic with my horrible cousins.  Please humor me.  Note: College AU, New Years’ Eve, NYC.)

It was Leo’s idea.  “Going to Times Square on New Years’ Eve?” he exclaimed.  “Come on!  It’ll be awesome!”

“You’re just looking for some single girl to steal a kiss from,” Jason teased without any bite, wrapping an arm around his best friend.

“ALL the ladies love me,” Leo huffed.  “I don’t need to steal anything.”

“Sure, sure,” Piper shrugged, “I actually think it’s a great idea.”

“I’m in,” Percy said as he took Annabeth’s hand.  “Our first New Years’ Eve together.  Kind of romantic.”

Annabeth gave him a somewhat shy smile before agreeing.

Leo lit up in victory and turned to Nico, who leaning against the corner of the room and wondering if he could just melt through the drywall and run for the hills.  “What about you, Neeks?  You want in on this action?”

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TITLE: I Guess This is Growing Up


AUTHOR: the-stuttering-kiwi

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being another child that Odin has brought back to Asgard to raise along side Thor and Loki.  Thor is always the older brother but even from a young age there is no denying the connection between you and Loki.

RATING: General

NOTES/WARNINGS: I should have mentioned in the last chapter that I am picturing Sigrun to be about 4 or 5 while Thor is 8 and Loki is 7. 

Things feel into place easy with Sigrun as a sister.

Thor quickly got over his objections of having her around and played very much the same with her as he did with Loki or the other children, maybe just a bit more gentle, she was just a girl after all, he reminded himself.

They were currently playing “Kill the Frost Giant.”

“Why am I always stuck being the bad guy?” Loki asked, after having Sigrun help him up. This had been a particularly hard hit from Thor.

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