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Little Moments with Prompto: Dream Catcher

Just a short & fluffy Prompto drabble that my muse couldn’t help but spit out. 

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Ok but like really quick though. Just imagine for a second. You’re out on the road with the boys and you make a pit stop. There’s a small souvenir shop you peruse while Noctis fills the tank of the Regalia. Mindlessly looking over the trinkets, a soft, fleeting touch pulls your attention to your left. 

Prompto has small a dream catcher and repeatedly hits you on the shoulder with it. You can’t help but smirk. “And what is this?” 

Prompto smiles, “It’s a dream catcher.” 

You laugh and feign worry, “No! Don’t take my dreams! I need those!” 

He giggles, still hitting you with it, playfully drawing himself closer, “No, you’re the girl of my dreams. How else and I supposed to catch you?” 

A huge grin sweeps across your face before you close your eyes and throw your head back in laughter. “Oh my gods Prom.” 

Sliding into his arms as he continues to hit you with it, you share a small laughter filled kiss, “Looks like you caught me.” 

Joy seeps from his freckles as he nuzzles your cheek, “Yeeeeesss. My plan has worked. First step, playful cutes. Second step, snuggle cutes.” 

You just laugh into his shoulder, “Fuck Prompto. I love you.” 

Still giggling, he wraps his arms around you, “I love you too.“

Title: Meals on Wheels

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A/N: Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3

Requested by: Anon - “I love your writing so much is it possible to have 65, 22 with Gibbs please ? They are always fantastic<3”

Word Count: 706
Pairing: Jethro Gibbs x Reader & Team x Reader

22. “You smell nice.”
65. “I brought you dinner.”

Being a member of high clearance and the DOD you knew about all-nighters, all-nighters and forgetting to eat or simply not having the time to get food. It was the same for your husband, Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. His job - one of the main things that attracted you to him some years ago - involved a lot of late nights that turned into all-nighters. This wasn’t any different.

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led by our beating hearts

   The first time Annabeth Chase meets Percy Jackson is much more anticlimactic than she imagined.

   It’s not that Annabeth spends a lot of time actively thinking about someone she’s never met, but being a student at Pantheon Senior High School means that an active education in the ongoings of people like Percy Jackson’s life is inevitable. That’s mostly due to the nature of the rivalry between their high school and his.

   Olympus is a relatively small town in Virginia, surrounded only by rolling hills that are dotted by small farms and fields. The lack of interesting things to do results in all of the annoying teenagers at her school to fixate on outdoing the students of the only other high school in town. Whether it’s academics, athletics, or school spirit, both schools compete with impossible rigor. Akin to the rivalry between Poseidon and Athena, this one between the Spartans and Gladiators was born of hormonal adolescent egos and mutual loathing.

  Legion High School lies on the west side of town, across the Tiber Creek. The students there are generally more wealthy than the ones at Pantheon which only contributes to the unrest. Annabeth has experienced being caught in the crosshairs of the ill-fated rivalry more times than she can count. Being one of Pine’s star athletes guarantees that her high school uses her as ammunition and bragging grounds every chance she gets. While she has as much- if not more- school spirit as the next girl, she has no desire to participate in the cutthroat barbs and practical jokes that the majority of the student body takes so much joy in. She makes it a point to attend all major school meets and games against Legion, if not for her interest in the sports themselves then for her fascination of how the rivalry makes her already arrogant and hypermasculine peers even more conceited and stupid.

  Her heavy involvement in soccer and track may draw attention, but both schools place a much greater emphasis on basketball and swimming where Percy shines. It’s at these basketball games and swim meets that she glimpses him at first. She always sits at the very top of the bleachers with Reyna so they can make fun of the athletes on both sides and review their schoolwork. Even if she didn’t have to hear the accompanying booing from her side of the gym every time he steps out onto the court or up to the pool, she can begrudgingly admit that he is an incredible athlete. She’s never held a conversation with him, but his jet black hair and deeply tanned skin always stands out.

  Although she doesn’t hate him the way most students do, she maintains a constant state of irritation towards all things Legion related. The way their town is split down the middle based on something as trivial as high school sports is remnant of something out of a medieval storybook written by children. Even the adults tend to promote the rivalry, like steadfastly watching a bunch of teens duke it out over volleyball and math competitions with save them from their boring lives.

  She makes it barely 10 minutes into the school day before she hears someone mention Percy Jackson. She’s at her locker, in the midst of shoving her books in her locker (it’s way too far into the semester for her to still organize her stuff) when one of the designated douchey jocks starts loudly ranting about the previous night’s basketball events. Apparently, there was a scrimmage and “that a-hole jackson kid” managed to pull the score into a tie during the last minute. The buzz continues throughout her school day, and even her normally sensible friends think that it’s fascinating how much Legion’s subpar team has improved.

  A couple hours later, Annabeth is making a pit stop at her neighborhood’s Stop and Shop on the way to movie night at Piper’s house. She relaxes at the familiar clattering of wind chimes as she yanks open the door, and mutters a quick greeting to Chiron, the owner. Chiron’s has always been one of her favorite places in town. It’s owner is an old family friend who taught her how to deal with her dyslexia when she was younger. He’s always been a mentor and father figure to her, and she picks up shifts at the store on weekends.

  The store itself has this soothing atmosphere that never fails her. The floorboards creak when she steps across them, and the Frank Sinatra poster that’s tacked to the wall by the door is on the verge of falling off but somehow the building still exudes comfort. She knows every inch of it from elementary school days spent curled up in the big vintage armchair in the corner so she could escape her parent’s fighting.

  That’s partially why seeing Percy Jackson in the snacks aisle is so surprising. It’s not that people from Legion aren’t allowed on this side of town, but they aren’t exactly expected. Percy Jackson with his shock of black hair and sea green eyes is utterly recognizable- not to mention that he’s wearing a purple hoodie with the words JHS Gladiators emblazoned on the front. It’s like painting a target on your back while simultaneously walking into a war zone. She considers walking away, but he spots her first.

  “Hey! You’re Annabeth, right?” he calls out just as she was about to begin her retreat. “You do soccer and track and stuff at Pantheon.” his eyes reflect the light of the fairy lights Annabeth draped all over the fixtures in the ceiling during her interior design phase in seventh grade. The way he’s rocking back and forth on his heels reminds her entirely of Leo, and she wonders if he had ADHD too. It’s certainly a big part of why Annabeth’s so involved in sports- it’s nearly impossible to get rid of the restlessness she always feels. She’s suddenly aware of the fact that she hasn’t brushed her hair all day, or bothered to conceal the circles under her eyes. She shifts her weight onto her left foot and tries to suppress her nerves.

  “Soccer and track and stuff. That’s me.” she answers honestly  “and you’re Legion’s swimming god.” He’s a couple inches taller than her, and even more tan, like he spent all his free time at a beach instead of a tiny town in Virginia. His cheeks take on a rosy pink color and he lifts his shoulders in an awkward half shrug.

  “So that’s what they call me on this side of the creek, huh?” he questions. “You know, people say that you’re the best forward that the town has seen in years.” Usually when people bring up her soccer position their tones are mocking in a oh congrats, female sort of way. But Percy’s tone is earnest and completely at odds with what most of his teammates have thrown at her.

  “Uh- I’m okay.” she manages “soccer’s definitely not nearly as interesting as your whole basketball thing.”

  “So what, pray tell, is one of Westbury’s revered athletes doing on this side of town?” Annabeth prods “You know, if any other student had noticed you you’d have been immediately sentenced to death by overzealous high schoolers.”  

  Percy lets loose a quiet laugh at this, and she can’t help the sliver of satisfaction that snakes through her body. He looks oddly embarrassed, and the sheer normalcy of his accompanying flush goes against all her prior expectations of this boy. She takes in the way he bites down on his lip as he unfurls his right wrist to reveal a small cellophane package filled with… dolphins?

  “You… risked your well being in order to buy candy dolphins?” Annabeth can’t help the astonishment in her voice. Percy looks deeply offended, and his eyes shine with mirth.

  “They’re gummy sharks.” He protested “and they’re my lifeblood. Seriously, Annabeth Chase, gummy sharks are the food of the gods.” he continues, “my cousin, Nico is supposed to supply me with them, since this is the only place in town which sells them, but he’s on some stupid date which means I have to do everything myself as per usual.”

  By the time he’s finished with his tirade, his eyebrows are knitted together in concentration and his hands are still moving to finish his latest dramatic gesture.

  “Nico Di Angelo?” she questions “He’s your cousin?”  Thanks to her longstanding friendship with Will, Annabeth cannot go 24 hours without hearing him ramble on and on about the gorgeous brunette with the gorgeous dark eyes that- oh god annabeth they make me want to melt he’s so out of my league. It took Will an entire semester of pining from a distance before he finally made a move and Annabeth has spent the entirety of the last two weeks helping Will plan an overly complex date meant to woo his pants off, in his own words.

  “You know him?” Percy questions

  “Indirectly. My friend Will has spent so much time talking about his enormous crush that I probably know more about your cousin than I do myself. Will’s probably setting off heart shaped fireworks as we speak.”

  “Ah. So he’s the blond haired casanova that Nico hasn’t been able to shut up about for the past few months. It’s gotten quite concerning, really.”

  “It’s ridiculous.” Annabeth declares “They should just get on with it and adopt their seven kids and three cats.”

  Percy proceeds to wrinkle his nose (and yes, it’s adorable) and tell her about how the children would be named after Pokemon and the cats after Yugi Oh! characters. She notices.. a lot of things. His eyebrows furrow when he’s passionate about something, and he blushes more easily than anyone she’s ever met. Their conversation continues and she finds herself enjoying his personality more than she’s willing to admit. She tells him about her visions of becoming an architect, her soccer team, her qualms and praises of the most recent star wars installment… and before she knows it, her phone chimes.

  “Um. Sorry.” she glances down at her screen. It’s a text from Piper asking why in the name of all that is holy it has taken her over two hours to buy a jar of salsa. “Yeah that’s my friend who will burn me at the stake if I don’t get to movie night with food. I should run.” Percy looks disappointed but offers her a shy smile.

  “That’s cool. I should probably head back home.” he waves his packet of gummy sharks at her “hopefully I’ll see you around?” She tucks one of her curls behind her ear and glances up at him

  “Yeah. I’d like that.” Percy grins at her before he exits the shop and she grabs a couple extra jars of queso just to appease Piper.

  She mulls over the conversation as she jogs her way around the block to Piper’s house. It’s odd, how instantly comfortable she was with him. It took her weeks before she had felt that close to any of her other friends. Her stomach is churning with a weird fluttery feeling and the crisp nighttime air isn’t doing much to clear her mind. She takes her time walking up the steps to Piper’s giant house. With the amount of money Tristan Mclean makes, they definitely should live on the west side of town but something about real estate and contracts made them choose this neighborhood. Piper throws the door open and rushes at Annabeth just a few moments after she rings the doorbell. She’s wearing a pride shirt and shorts with multi colored palm trees on them which make Annabeth’s heart clench with the faintest bit of pride.

  “Annabeth!” she cries “I’m starving. And I’ll murder you if you didn’t bring nachos.” Annabeth takes this as her cue to walk in and settle next to Reyna on the couch. They’re watching the Goblet of Fire (as all the cool teens do on their Friday nights). Reyna squints her eyes at her as a greeting, which Annabeth returns with a one shouldered shrug. The couch groans as Piper flops onto the cushion next to Annabeth and she throws her legs into Annabeth’s lap. Piper is rustling through Annabeth’s bag of snacks when she lets out a low whistle. They both look over at her in surprise as she leans over and brushes Annabeth’s face with her braids.

  “Damn, Chase has game!” Annabeth squints at her and swats at her hair. This catches Reyna’s interest and she turns away from the screen. Annabeth sighs

  “What are you talking about?” she asks. Piper passes over the jar of salsa and is practically trembling with delight as she points out a pale yellow sticky note attached to the side. Scrawled (almost illegibly, she notes) are 10 digits, signed PJ complete with a smiley face. Reyna scans the note as she leans over.

  “Who’s PJ?” she asks as she shoots her a smirk. She knows that they’re trying to be nonchalant about it, but the glimmer in Piper’s eyes tells her otherwise. She hasn’t done anything remotely romantic since her historic crush on Luke in middle school which resulted in one date freshmen year before he moved away. Piper has been begging her to go on a date ever since, and Reyna is convinced that she’s aromantic just like her. It’s not that Annabeth is opposed to dating, or even that she hasn’t been attracted to her fair share of guys. It’s just that any feelings she’s had have been shallow and inconsequential; nothing she could possibly build a relationship out of. This thing with Percy is tentative and she has no idea what it holds, but deep down she knows that he’d make an amazing friend and that’s important to her.

  “Percy Jackson.” She mutters, making sure to fixate her eyes on Victor Krum. The effect of her words is no less than she predicted. Piper squeals and drops her Tostitos and Reyna raises both eyebrows, instead of just one.

  “Like, Legion’s Percy Jackson? Thalia’s cousin? If so, congratulations- he’s like seven different levels of fine.” Piper proclaims  “not exactly my type, though.” Reyna glances back at the number and frowns.

  “Aren’t people from that side of town generally elitist assholes?” Reyna asked “Also when did you get a chance to interact with him?” A wicked grin flashed across Piper’s face and she grasped Annabeth’s wrists.

  “C’mon tell us about your crush.” Piper pleaded “It’ll be fun! Besides, are you going to ca- CEDRIC NO!” Piper shrieks and covers her eyes with her hands. Annabeth mentally thanks Voldemort for the distraction as Reyna shoots her a meaningful look. She glances back down at the post-it note in her hand and smiles, thinking about what Piper was about to ask. Maybe she would.

AN: i wrote part of this drabble a while ago and i added a bunch of crap this morning, but i’ll probably have another chapter up this weekend? also i know my writing is still pretty bad so constructive criticism would be really, really cool

+ a thank you to everyone that gave me feedback the first time, @not-illegal-if-u-win @lilygold23 @seriouslymisunderstood @aedinishellatrash @thedarkwhiteangel @demigodishlymagical @downercalum @pls-give-me-smut

anonymous asked:

overprotective junkrat is overprotective, whens she older i just imagine junkrat wanting to blow up every single guy that approaches her in that way, and one day their out doing something. i imagine a guy is hitting on her and with a blank face she just kicks them in the nuts and walks away, bad ass bitch style

Sorry for any mistakes. Enjoy!! I hope this is what you wanted!!

It’s just a simple outing, nothing too fancy. A quick trip to an auto shop for some spare parts, a small pit stop to get some snacks, and you’re on your way back home.

The auto hop went fine, but as you’re picking out chips at the grocery store, a voice catches your attention.

“Those chips are crap, I wouldn’t get those if I was you.”

Looking to your right, a young man stands a few feet away with a goofy grin on his face.

“Sorry,” he says, “I wasn’t trying to be rude, but those chips really do suck, just wanted to say you the money and time.”

You raise a brow at him and he steps forward, pointing to another bag on the shelf.

“These are much better,” he adds.

“Oh? Well, thanks.” You look between the two bags and try to decide which one to get now.

The boy doesn’t leave though, he still has a smile on his face as he stands next to you.

“Do we know each other? I feel like we’ve seen each other before,” he suddenly says, snapping his fingers as he pretends to think. “Do you go to the community school nearby? The one down town?”

You shake your head. “No, I go to school online. I’ve never seen you before, sorry.”

The guy deflate for a second before trying again. “Well, either way. A bunch of us, my friends and I, are hanging out tonight to drink and smoke. And I’m only really suppose to invite people we all know, but I’m sure everyone can make an exception for someone so cute. So, if you want to, you could come hang?”

“Thank you, but no.” You don’t even hesitate to answer and start to leave.

He steps in front of you, still smiling and playing nice. “Are you sure? I mean, it’s just a simple get to together. We could get to know each other.”

“No.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” His hand comes to rest on your shoulder and you stare at it before turning back to him with a blank expression.

Junkrat hobbles around the corner only seconds later, stumbling upon you talking to this guy. He watches as the guy says something with a stupid smile before putting his hand on your shoulder. Anger bubbles in Junkrat and he’s ready to race over to rip the guy’s hand off of you. But, before the junker can even get halfway down the isle, your knee swings out and nails the dude right between the legs. He watches as the guy drops to the ground like a rock and you, not even blinking at what just happened, reach over to grab a bag of chips.

“I’m ready to go,” you say. “Can I get something to drink, too?”

“Uh…sure, darl’.”

Your dad pats your head as you turn towards the drink isle.

The Worst Storm

Summary: You can only drink so much before the storm at home hits. But you decide it’s about time you packed your bags and go looking for your rainbow at the end of the storm. 

Warnings: Bad words. Sorry guys.

A/N: I wrote this more as a place holder while i work on part 2 of strings. I really want strings to be good!! Also, i want to make a PSA: If you are in a abusive relationship, DO NOT BE AFRAID TO SPEAK OUT. There is a rainbow for you at the end of it!! SO PLEASE TELL SOMEONE!

Originally posted by ilovebeingjoyful


You had a long night, but to say the next day would be any better. You always regretted drinking the morning after. Even if all of your troubles were gone the night before. You sigh as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and stare at the floor for a moment.

Bucky is going to kill you for losing your phone. He is gonna kill you for not even thinking to text him from one of your friends phones. You always did this, lost your way and he would find you. But today, the air felt different. Like a storm was forming that you weren’t ready for. Like one that requires all forms of rain gear and you hadn’t even been able to locate you rain coat.

You slipped your friends shorts around your hips and pulled her shirt over your head. You grabbed your heels and dress from the night before and head out to the kitchen.

“Hey there,” your friend says, handing you a water and some meds. You take them from her and give her a thank you look. You chug the water and then place it in the trash. “How do you think he will be?” You know instantly who she was talking about. But all you could do was shrug.

“Probably threw a few lamps here and there. Probably broke a table. Who knows,” You say, heading towards her front door. You slip your shoes, that you always leave at her place when you go out, on your feet

“Be careful. And know i am here if you ever need to escape. I know how crazy it has been over there with him. Just know that you are just as important and kind,” your friend says, sending you a concerned look. You nod your head and walk out the door, heading into the storm named Bucky Barnes.


After a pit stop at the nearest coffee shop, you finally made your way to the tower. You huffed as you opened the front door. You head for the elevators that lead to the floor where everyone was. You mentally quizzed yourself, asking the questions you knew everyone had. You feel yourself tear up for some reason as you watch the numbers climb to the main floor. You close your eyes as the familiar sound of the elevator alerting you that you had reached your floor.

You heave yourself out the door and walk slowly and cat like to the living room. You stop as you spot Steve, Nat, Wanda, and Vision all sitting around the TV. You whimper as you walk softly into the room. Steve is the first to notice you.

“You’re back,” Steve says, sending you a warm, and welcoming smile. You nod as you place your heels on the floor.

“He was worried, Y/N,” Wanda warns as she gets up and takes your dirty dress from your hands. She leaves the room as you walk over and take her place on the couch. Vision rubs your back as you sigh when your body hitd the couch cushion.

“Tell me, how many more nights of this, Y/N” Nat asks, placing her hand lovingly on your thigh.

“Long enough till i can’t keep running away from our problems,” You mumble as you lean into Vision’s touches. He takes that as a sign to massage your shoulders. You sigh once again at the contact. The tears threaten again before you finally look up at a concerned Nat and a very sympathetic Steve.

They all heard you and Bucky. Day in and Day out, fighting, non-stop. It felt like a hurricane that just didn’t have a rainbow at the end of it. It was over the stupidest things as well. It started out that he was getting way too moody for your liking. And now it just ends up with you two waking up on the opposite sides of the bed, no words spoken through the day. And you didn’t know how to fix it. You didn’t know how to make the man you fell in love with, fall back in love with you.

Wanda reappears around the corner with tears running down her face. Steve stands up and rushes over to her.

“What happened?!” Steve asks, holding his arms out to her. She rushes into his body, causing him to enclose her into a hug.

“Bucky. I went to put Y/N dress in the washer with my stuff. He appeared out of nowhere. He was screaming at me, how i shouldn’t do her dirty work. And that i shouldn’t be her slave. Then he proceeded to rip the dress out of my hand, hurting my wrist. He ripped the dress and stormed off,” Wanda explains in between sobs. Your head sinks into your hands as a few tears escape as well.

“I can’t do this anymore. I am done with this. First, he treats Y/N like shit, now Wanda?! I am going to beat the shit out of him,” Nat exclaims, getting up from her spot. You grab her hand and she looks down at you.

“No. Let me,” You mumble, wiping your tears. “Bucky is right, i am so sorry Wanda. Steve, wrap her wrist for now. I will come back and look at it when i’m done with him.” Steve nods his head and leads Wanda to the couch. You get you, thanking Vision for the massage and you grab your heels, making your way into the worst times.


You close your eyes as your hand closes around the doorknob that lead the way into your shared room with Bucky. You twisted it quietly and open the door, opening your eyes. You enter, hesitantly placing your heels next to the door. You spot your torn dress on the bed. You sigh as you pick it up.

“Too bad, it was my favorite on you,” Bucky says, rounding the corner from the bathroom. You jump slightly, letting the dress go.

“Well i’m here, so have at.” You say, raising your arms up in the arm.

“I don’t even know why i bother with you anymore!! All you do is leave!! You don’t want to fix any of this. Us!” Bucky yells, slamming the bedroom door shut. You jump again, closing your eyes preparing yourself for the first hit of the night to come. But it didn’t, nothing. No contact from his palm against your face. You open your eyes, being met with his. “I don’t need you! I have been through worse than you. If you cannot stay down, then do not go around acting like there is no way out of this relationship. Theres the fucking door! Use it!”

“What did you say? Come again? I should have never even let you in! Don’t take this personal. You’re the worst, do you even know what you’ve put me through? Beating after beating, and i still sat by your side!! I still covered my bruises with makeup, and pretended like i was the happiest girl!” You scream, stepping towards him.

“I don’t need you! I don’t need this!! Although it may hurt, i can’t keep letting this, Us, happen.” Bucky yells, stepping closer.

“Us?! Why even was there an us!? You ain’t SHIT! You weren’t special till i made you so! You better fucking act like you know that! I have been through worse alone with this relationship than you!” You scream, slamming your finger against his chest. You poke him hard with ever scream, causing him to stumble back.

“Then why did you ever like me? You didn’t make me! I made me!” Bucky yells.

“I should have listened to everyone’s warning,” You mumble, walking towards the closet.

“And that was?” Bucky questions, following close behind. You grab your duffel bag, and unzip it. You start stuffing your things in it, grabbing things blindly, just wanting to get out of the room. Out of the building.

“Everybody told me you weren’t an item. That i shouldn’t like you. That you don’t wife your girls, you one night them. I didn’t listen though, clearly. I should have listened though. All the shit you would say, so god damn unoriginal.” You yell, pushing past him to get to your dresser. He is once again hot on your trail. You stuff all of your bras and underwear into the bag and zip it up. “But it was you. I loved you. No, love you. Tell you the truth, wish we never even dated.”

You slam the door open and walk back into the living room, Bucky, once again, hot on your trail.

“I have been through hell and back, but it was still better than this!! I DON’T NEED YOU!” Bucky yells, causing everyone in the room tp gp silent.

“You know what this is Bucky? You came out of the blue and said you loved me. Then you flipped it,” You say, trying to keep the room calm. You throw your bag in a chair.

“You were the one who flipped it!! God damn baby, my mind is blown!” Bucky yells, not

caring about the gathering bodies.

“My love was there, kind, and everything inbetween. If this was real, we should be able to fix it. But here i am, bag in hand.” You say, voice rising.

“That’s rich. You only say that to get pity from the others,” Bucky says, his voice lowering.

“Pity!? I think your pride is in the way. Funny how everything changed the moment you got me in your bed. It’s me who doesn’t need you!! YET I STUCK IT OUT!!” You scream. Steve shifts towards you two as he tries to keep you two apart but close enough to keep the argument to you two. You grab your bag, giving Bucky the most hateful look you could manage.

“Then leave,” Bucky says, pointing to the elevator.

“I plan on it,” You mumble, swinging your bag over your shoulder, pushing Steve’s hand out of the way. You walk towards the elevator, and step on. You sigh, turn around look at Bucky and the rest before you press the first floor button. “I don’t mean to, but i will always love you, Bucky Barnes.” And with that, the doors closed, shielding you from the worst storm you ever survived, the rainbow finally appearing.

Use Somebody - Warren Worthington III/Reader (Chapter One)

a/n; hello guys! so i just had a huge creativity spark and finished up the first chapter in one day, which is a record for me! this is highly inspired by/dedicated to alex aka @pagemaximoff, who wrote these lovely flowershop/tattoo artist au headcanons a while back! if it wasn’t for her, this wouldn’t be! so i hope you guys enjoy this! (and also, feedback would be lovely - because i feel like i lost myself about halfway through haha)

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C’mon, you can’t be mad at us forever!” Jean states over the phone, as you mouth a ‘thank you’ to the barista, picking up your drink. “Kurt and I just needed a bigger space, that’s all!”

“I’m not mad at you guys! I’m just not-so-thrilled that I won’t be able to get my apple muffins every morning now!” You explain with a laugh, starting the down the sidewalk, towards your shop. Jean laughs in response. “Plus, I’ll miss having my best friends running their bakery right next to me. We were the dream team, Grey!”

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Running Down a Dream: The Definitive Guide

So. Back in January of this year, when I was about eh, twenty hours into FFXV, I started a fanfic on Ao3. I thought it would just be a nice place to sock away little drabbles or short fics, here and there, that might be inspired by my playthough. I had no intentions of doing more than maybe ten of them, and I thought they’d all be too small to be stand-alone fics. So I made them chapters, though they weren’t really meant to tell any kind of overarching story. I called it Running Down a Dream, because too many things were already called Life is a Highway, and I liked the Tom Petty song better. I didn’t expect it to amount to much, really.

…The current collective word count for my FFXV works on Ao3 is 106,074 words. (My FFXV game save is about two hundred and thirty hours.) Slightly more output than I planned. Probably more than anyone expected when reading the first chapter of this five months ago! (The fact that this comes after two years of painful block following the publishing of my first novel is just the cherry on the sundae.)

So, I realize that some people might not have read RDD, because the main fic and the B-sides are marked as unfinished. That’s because they’re a collection of stand-alones and the whole thing probably won’t be finished ever– I want to leave it open so I can go in and write something whenever. Someday, I may go in and mark them as finished. Probably about thirty minutes before the Earth crashes into the Sun. But each ‘chapter’ of RDD and the B-sides is complete as is, and while there is some continuity from chapter to chapter–mostly in the form of in-jokes and relationship status–you can still go in and read any one of them, at random. But who wants to plunge into a thirty-chapter mess that’s part of a series which also has multiple-chapter fics and some of them are marked finished and some aren’t and there’s a crossover?? and what? Especially since this Tenshi no Korin person never puts in summaries that actually tell you anything and it’s always a song quote or obscure movie quote I mean, the hell?

Don’t worry. I’ve got you covered. Because I’m here with the……

DEFINITIVE GUIDE TO TENSHI NO KORIN’S RUNNING DOWN A DREAM FFXV ARC SO FAR (as of 5/12/17). With links. Buckle in. Here we go.

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Ford Ranchero GT 1972 (5337) por Clay
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Manufacturer: Ford Motor Company, Dearborn, Michigan - U.S.A. Type: Ranchero Series GT Model 97R Production time: September 1971 - September 1973 Production outlet: 27,940 Engine: 5766cc Ford Windsor 351W V-8 Power: 153 bhp / 3.800 rpm Torque: 361 Nm / 2.000 rpm Drivetrain: rear wheels Speed: 163 km/h Curb weight: 1840 kg Load capacity: 618 kg Wheelbase: 118 inch Chassis: box frame with crossbars (new body-on-frame design) and self-supportin all steel body Steering: recirculating ball and nut Gearbox: three-speed manual / all synchromesh / Clutch: 10 inch single dry plate Carburettor: Motorcraft 2-barrel Fuel tank: 76 liter Electric system: 12 Volts 55 Ah Ignition system: distributor and coil Brakes front: dual hydraulic 10 inch self-adjusting drums Brakes rear: dual hydraulic 10 inch self-adjusting drums Suspension front: independent ball joint, upper trapezoidal triangle cross-bar, lower simple cross-bar with elastically mounted tension strut, sway bar, coil springs + hydraulic telescopic shock absorbers Suspension rear: lower longitudinal links, upper braces, longitudinal leaf springs + hydraulic telescopic shock absorbers Rear axle: live Differential: hypoid 3.25:1 Wheels: 15 inch steel discs Tires: H78 - 15 Options: 250 CID (4096cc) straight-6 engine (power 145/4.000rpm - torque 314Nm/1.600rpm), Ford FMX three-speed Select Shift automatic transmission, differential 2.75:1, front 10.7 inch disc brakes, power steering, air conditioning, bucket seats, AM/FM radio, vinyl top Special: - The Ranchero, introduced in December 1956, is quite unique Coupé utility vehicle: part car and part pickup truck. - This principle was “copied” by Chevrolet with its El Camino in 1959. - The Ford Ranchero was one of the favorite cars of Elvis Presley. - The 1972 Ford Ranchero Series was available as this 2-door GT, as 2-door 500 Model 97D (49,065 units built) and as 2-door Squire Model 97K (9,070 units built). - This sixth generation (1972–1976) Ranchero was only assembled in Lorain, Ohio (United States).

Shopping ft Cor

[Pit stop at a shopping center]

Cor: *takes out wallet* Alright. Scientia, food and cooking supplies. Amicitia, specialized potions along with status ailments. I’ll go see if I can pick up any maintenance items for the car. I want us back here in 1800 hours.

Noctis: Hey wait, what about me and Prom?

Cor: *places wallet in pocket* You two can’t be trusted with money. You’ll more then likely spend it on something idiotic.

Noctis: *furious* What?! I’ll have you know we are very responsible with money. Ignis, tell him!

Ignis: *hesitant* Well…you two do tend to buy more on impulse.

Noctis: I can’t believe this! We are not some little kids that walk into a store and buy the first shiny thing we see!

Prompto: *swoops into the car with a bedazzled jacket on* Guess what was on sale for $10.99!

Animal Crossing Creeper Or, I’ll Give You 20 000 Bells to Leave Me The Fuck Alone

Well, this was a somewhat short (but still very creepy) weeb encounter that I recently had while playing Animal Crossing New Leaf, and it sadly proves that despite the progress made in making gaming safer for women, women still can’t enter metagames without being at the mercy of creepy potential stalkers.

Anyways, a bit about me. I’ve played Animal Crossing since Wild World in 2006, so very nearly 8 years now. In recent years though, I’ve played more on and off, due to more hectic and demanding work schedules. Naturally, with school over, summer tends to be an “on” time for me, and I start focus heavily on remodelling my home, expanding my home and upgrading my town in New Leaf. This year, I decided I wanted to complete the Polka-Dot Set, since I saw how nice it looked modded with the fiendish shirt and the Pop-Black exterior by Cyrus.  However, no matter how much time travelling I did, I could never get a Polka-Dot furniture item to appear in my shop. So, I turned to the next thing; I checked the HRA showcase. Nothing I didn’t already have. I even checked my sister’s catalogue, shop and HRA showcase; still nada.  Then, I decided to try asking friends. I saw one of my friends had a few items, but sadly, she got occupied because her phone broke down, and I had to go somewhere so she couldn’t give them to me. When that failed, I tried asking my sister’s friend. My sister’s friend had the whole Polka-Dot set, unfortunately, her parents make North Korea look like a free country and they had taken away her 3DS for her “using it too much” and still hadn’t given it back. Completely out of options, I turned to the place where most people hunting for furniture nowadays go: the Internet.

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With you,
even domesticity would be wonderland.
There’d be potato and leek soup on the stovetop
and my old heart simmering in its saucepan ribcage,
delirious from the altitude somewhere on
a mountaintop.

We’d embark on shopping trolley joyrides with
pit stops for embraces amongst the tin cans,
leave our thumbprints in peach skin
in the produce section,
and our utility bills would always read like some
electrifying short story.


Your freckled nose in the bathroom vanity
would make me an early bird,
and I’d never grow tired of waking up
in the master room beside a masterpiece,
or of the sound of your alarm tone
like some music-box tune from my childhood
I could listen to until the mechanism faltered.
We’d drink French press coffee and take on
newspaper crosswords and I’d admire the curve
of your back in the morning light as you
inked in a synonym for ‘smitten’.


You’d kiss me against the warmth of the dryer
at the laundromat as we folded our work clothes
into hasty little parcels, the creases merely testament
to our subtle resentment of the working week.
But even in clinical, clockwork surroundings
the scent of lemongrass fabric softener on your
collar would turn your clavicle into rabbit-hole hollows
I’d willingly tumble down any day of the year.
You’d take much more care with the folds of my heart,
constructing an origami crane so delicate and dedicated
it could grant the wish of a thousand of its kind.

—  a.f., “our long-haul love would never run out of steam.”
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