something quick before i head

  • Geralt: Ok, it's a very short story, so don't be disappointed. Still want to hear it?
  • Ciri: Of course I want to hear it!
  • Geralt: Alright. Eskel said "Let's celebrate!" And brought out a couple crates of drinks. The End.
  • Ciri: Ok but that doesn't even explain how you ended up in Toussaint wearing a horse costume and preforming in the city square...?
  • Geralt: That's where you're wrong. It explains it completely.

Kaito showing off that upper body strength. I saw this post and had to. A quick little something before I head off to bed. This was inspired by this post http://2am-rain.tumblr.com/post/141187009953/la-uniceja-de-radamanthys-draw-your-otp

anonymous asked:

Have you done a role reversal where kaito is the one shrunk? And shinichi somehow stumbles onto him and his "disappearance" case?

I’m still not sure if this is a request or not, but since the answer was “No, actually,” I might as well write a quick little something for it before I head to bed.  ;D  It turned a little away from what you might have been going for, but I like how it came out.  Hope you enjoy it!!


Kaito froze, caught in the act.  He put on his best little kid smile, beaming up at the teenager approaching.  Shit shit shit.  Kudou Shinichi could not be here, today.  This was a horrible time for him to be showing up.  Kaito needed to stop a theft, he was presently seven years old, and he was in no state to do battle of any kind with Kudou.

What happened to not going after thieves?  Sure, he’d gone after him a few times when he could still act as Kid, but this was Nightmare, not Kid.  Why was he here?  He wasn’t supposed to be here.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Kudou said, frowning.  “How’d you get in here anyway?  I locked that door myself.”

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Ficlet: Birthday Morning Kisses

Just a quick little something before I head out to start the day.


Phil woke to gentle kisses on his bare shoulder. He rubbed his eyes and rolled onto his back, seeing Dan lying beside him in the bed, and smiled at him blearily.

“Happy birthday,” Dan said quietly, kissing the side of his neck.

Phil groaned and rolled back onto his side, away from Dan. “I can’t believe I’m 30!”

Dan stroked a hand down Phil’s arm and pressed up against his back, spooning him, then wrapped an arm around him tightly and whispered in his ear, “If your parents weren’t in the next room, I’d prove you still have a teenager’s stamina.”

Phil giggled and rolled back over to face Dan. “You really don’t mind? You don’t think I’m old?”

Dan smiled softly and reached up to smooth Phil’s hair away from his face. “I don’t care about that. You’re still exactly the same as when I first fell in love with you.”

Phil leaned in for a gentle kiss which quickly grew more heated. Dan huffed out a laugh. “Don’t get me worked up or I might lose control and make you scream when your mum will hear.”

They both chuckled quietly and then kissed again, slow and loving.

“Now let’s go get you some red velvet cake for breakfast,” Dan said with a grin and a poke to Phil’s side, making Phil squeal and squirm away. He’d completely forgotten about getting older, and when he did remember later in the day he wouldn’t care, because he still had Dan and that was all that mattered.

“She hated him!” “Nah, she didn’t.”

Merlin uni!AU: trying not to fall into the wrong bed while drunk = mission failed. 

Just a quick something before i head to bed because i seriously can’t come up with something for the Merthur party and i hope this will re-heat my brain a little. 

Imagine brushing Woozi’s hair away from his face when his head is rested on your lap so that they don’t bother him as he’s napping.

Something quick for gornsf before I head off to bed, his latest work made me wanted to draw his character more but I don’t want to take so much on my plate SO I did a doodle for him!

Hope you like it!

Enjoy!

Take Care // N.M.
Anonymous requested:
Could you do a Nate imagine where y/n and him are fighting and he gets really angry and she gets scared because of her past relationship experiences

trigger warning: mentions of abuse

I don’t know how we got to this point. Everything was absolutely perfect the first few months: blissful, fun, and carefree. We were happy. Then we had our first big fight. Since then, it seems like it’s all we’ve done. It was scary, but every time we made up, that negativity flew from my mind. I never really knew if were going to be okay, yet I still find myself pining after this boy.

It’s been a while since our last fight, but I could feel some sort of tension coming from Nate. I didn’t know why, seeing as I’ve been busting my ass to make sure things were okay between us. I was trying my hardest to keep this relationship together.

I was now doing dishes whilst waiting for him to come home from the studio, listening to music when I heard the front door open.

“This place is a fuckin’ mess.” I heard, cringing. I was hoping to get all the chores done before he came home. A few moments passed before he finally entered the kitchen. “Sup, babe?”

“Hi, how was the session?” I questioned, not bothering to face him since I was washing the dishes.

“We went hard as fuck. Then Rupp took us to this guy’s house, and we talked about music videos and shit. Man, those video girls, too.” He gushed. I only sighed, because I knew if I said anything, we’d end up in a fight again. Unfortunately, he wasn’t having the same intentions. “What’s that sigh for?”

“Nothing.” I said as calmly as possible.

“Don’t give me that shit. What you sighin’ for, Y/N?”

“I’m just tired.” I brushed it off, but he wouldn’t have it. I heard the screech of the chair as he got up and stood beside me and leaned against the counter.

“Then why are you doing dishes? Go to bed or something.” I glanced at him for a quick second before shaking my head.

“If I don’t do the dishes, you’ll be complaining about the smell tomorrow or something. There’s always something wrong that I have to fix.”

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” I gave him a look. Sometimes he was so oblivious whilst doing the absolute most. He rose his eyebrows as he waited for an answer, and I had to try not to roll my eyes.

“It means that I’ve been doing all the work around here lately, just to satisfy you.” The words came out a little more forceful than I intended, so I avoided eye contact with him until he spoke up.

“Well nobody’s asking you to do a goddamn thing, so it’s your fault.”

“Oh, it’s my fault? My fault that you get angry when something isn’t clean, or something isn’t organized? My fault that I’m just trying to keep you happy?” I was getting angrier by the second, surprisingly, whilst he stayed lighthearted, and it bothered me like no other. He just laughed it off.

“Yeah, it sort of is. Like I said, no one asked you to do that shit. You’re just busting your ass for no reason.”

“Nate!” I burst in utter frustration. “Why are you doing this? You’re being a fuckin’ dickhead.” And there’s the spark. So he’ll get angry over a dumb nickname but not anything else? Logical.

“I’m being a dickhead? I’m just trying to help you out! You look so goddamn tired all the time, and all I’m saying is that you don’t need to work around the house so much.” I had to focus on the dishes just to restrict myself from choking him. This wasn’t even the main point.

“I’m not even angry about this.” I muttered through my teeth.

“What was that?” I didn’t answer. Just kept doing the dishes. I was sure that he heard me, but apparently that wasn’t enough for him. “Speak up, Y/N.” He said sharply.

“I said I’m not even mad about this! Loud enough for you?”

“Then what the fuck is up your ass?”

“You just fucking gushed over video girls like it was nothing! Does me being your girlfriend mean anything to you anymore?” I don’t know what it was that I said, but at a quick glance, I saw anger flashing across his eyes. It didn’t make sense why he was mad. I’m the one being victimized here.

“Oh, stop overreacting. You know they’re just girls.”

“Are they?” I challenged, lifting an eyebrow. Now he was getting defensive.

“You know what, maybe they aren’t just girls. What are you gonna do about it, huh? It won’t mean a damn thing since you’re always staying home and doing unnecessary shit. Maybe I’m hooking up with one of them. Maybe I’m thinkin’ about bringing one of them home. Maybe–”

“Then why don’t you? Huh? I fucking dare you, Nathan.” I cut him off, not wanting to hear any more of those possibilities. Why was he saying all this?

“You’re so fucking difficult! Sometimes I just wanna–” I saw his fist ball up, and the moment he started to move his arm, I flinched and dropped a plate in the process. I stared at both Nate and the shattered plate in horror, my body shaking slightly.

“I-I’m sorry. Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Pl–Please don’t hit me, I’m sorry.” I repeated as I frantically tried to scoop up the broken pieces.

“What?” His voice had gone significantly softer, but I didn’t dare to look up at him in fear of what I might see. I just continued to get the pieces together even through my blurred vision and shaking hands. “Y/N, what did you say?” He mumbled. He placed a light hand on my shoulder, and I lost it.

“I’m s-sorry!” I said on reflex, practically falling back onto the floor as I scrambled to get away from his touch. I curled up in a ball against the kitchen cabinets and sobbed, my head on my knees. It was all I could think to do. My mind was everywhere, flashbacks of past relationships and what just happened going back in forth in my head.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm, and my whole body froze. I didn’t flinch this time. I just stopped functioning. It was like my body went numb, and it took a couple minutes to feel anything again.

“Y/N…” Nate whispered. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Please look at me, baby girl.” Even when I didn’t move, he continued to lightly rub my arm until I shifted slightly to look up. Still, I withheld from looking at his face. “Did you really think I was gonna hit you?” He asked quietly. Well now I felt stupid for overreacting. He wouldn’t understand though. Every goddamn day, I have to live in fear of running into him again. Gulping, my eyes began to water again as I nodded in the slightest bit. “No baby, please don’t cry.” He said as he pulled me into his arms. I flinched again, but after a few moments my body gradually began to relax.

“I-I’m sorry.” I spoke in the tiniest voice. “I’ll– I’ll buy you a new plate.”

“Don’t you worry ‘bout no goddamn plate. I care more about you. Are you okay?” I stared blankly as the flashbacks continued to consume my thoughts. I didn’t want to look at Nate because I was afraid I would only be able to see my ex’s face.

“I’m– I’m still trying to recover,” I admitted, “from h-him.”

“Your ex?” I nodded slowly. “Babe, he’s locked up, ain’t he?” When I didn’t respond, he sighed and reached over to wipe my damp cheeks. “Look, I won’t tell you to get over it because that’d be the most ignorant thing to say. But what I will tell you is that you never have to worry about that happening ever again, alright? I will never, ever lay a finger on you like that. Swear on my grave.” I just wanted to cry some more because that’s what my ex told me after the first time he hit me. I didn’t want to distrust Nate, but it was hard after all that happened. “I love you, Y/N, and if I have to go to the ends of the earth to prove it, I will.”

“I don’t want to fight anymore, Nate.” I whispered as I wiped the rest of my tears.

“I don’t either, princess. I’m sorry for getting so worked up about my own messes. I’ll try to get better about that.” He promised. I was finally able to will myself to look at him then. I was scared shitless at first, but as soon as I looked into his big brown eyes, I felt comforted, like I was at home.

“I love you.” I said, pulling him into another hug. He didn’t hesitate to return it, rubbing my back in the process.

“I love you too, lil’ ma. Don’t you worry 'bout a thing. I’ll take care of you, always.”

Sort of cheesy as hell ending but I never know how to end these things anyway lol. I hope you liked it anon!

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