this is gonna be an awesome lunch

Educating a Friend
  • Me: So, let's say that you're at school and you see a guy you know. I mean, you guys talk every once in a while and he's pretty cool, but you're not like friends or anything. You just talk to him every once in a while.
  • Guy Friend: What's his name?
  • Me: I don't know. Frank?
  • Guy Friend: No.
  • Me: Okay, fine. His name is Will. Okay?
  • Guy Friend: I don't think it really suits him, but okay.
  • Me: ...So anyway, you're at school during lunchtime and you see Will. So, you notice Will's not eating anything. That's when you realize that Will has no lunch, no money for lunch, and no way of getting either. He's just sitting there like he normally would. He's not acting any differently and he's not asking anyone for anything. Not money, not a fry, not even a salt packet, but you know he's gotta be hungry. So, what do you do?
  • Guy Friend: Do I have any money?
  • Me: Yeah. You have enough for you and another meal.
  • Guy Friend: Duh, I buy him lunch.
  • Me: Okay, cool. So, like you said, you buy him lunch. You buy your lunch and you buy his lunch and you go over and hand it to him. And, he says, "Wow. You know, that's really nice of you, but I wasn't gonna ask anyone for lunch. I was probably just gonna wait until I got home to eat." And, then you say--
  • Guy Friend: Nah, it's cool.
  • Me: Exactly. You say, "Nah, it's cool. I'm just being nice. It's a gift." And, Will says, "You know, that's awesome. You're really nice, bro." And, after that, you guys start hanging out. You guys are like really good buds. You are always hanging out and laughing and just having a good time. So, you guys are friends for a few months, and it's tons of fun. Then, one day, you go up to Will and you say, "Hey, Will, you know, I've been thinking, and I kinda want that five bucks."
  • Guy Friend: What five bucks?
  • Me: Hold on. I'm getting there. So, Will says, "What five bucks?" To which, you reply, "Well, we've been hanging out for a long time and it's been really fun, but like, I've done a lot of really nice things for you. Like, I'm always nice to you and I always listen and do things you wanna do, so I was thinking that because I've been so nice, you should pay me back that five bucks I spent to get your lunch right before we started really hanging out."
  • Guy Friend: What? Why would I--
  • Me: I'm not done yet. So, then Will looks kinda hurt and he says, "But I thought you were just being nice. I thought that was just a gift." So, you say, "Whether or not it was a gift, don't you think you kinda owe me that five bucks since I've been so nice to you?" And, Will says, "No. I don't think I owe you that!" And you get mad, so you say, "Well, I think that you do, so I think you're being really shitty and stuck up about this and I feel like I've been completely wronged."
  • Guy Friend: Oh, my God. That's so fucked up of me. I would never do that to Will. Will was nice. We were buds. That's way screwed.
  • Me: I know, right? Hey, just wondering, have you ever heard of this fictional place called "The Friendzone?"
  • Guy Friend: Well, yeah, but...
  • Guy Friend: ...
  • Guy Friend: ...
  • Guy Friend: oh
Headcanon #131

McCree talked to Lucio of when he first laid eyes on Hanzo.

Jesse: “So Tracer, this Hanzo guy is mighty fine.”
Lucio: “Does he have nice boobies?”
Jesse: “Awesome boobies!”
Lucio: “And how’s the butt?”
Jesse: “Flat as a lunch tray, just the way I like it!”
Lucio: “Oh yeah, Jesse’s gonna hit that flat butt! Jesse’s gonna hit that flat butt! Jesse’s gonna hit that flat butt!”

viisdrawing  asked:

Hey Holly, I hope you can help me. I'm in 11th grade and I want to be an illustrator, and I'm freaking out. Everytime I study anything, even if I'm trying to copy a photo, it ends up stylized and wrong. Do you have any idea how to get rid of that problem? (P.S. I can't draw from life, there are no life drawing sessions in my city, I can't go out to draw because I spend 11 hours at school every day and the people at my school would literally fight you if you stare at them)

This is gonna sound real mean, but

suck it up man

There is no miracle to be an illustrator rather than informed works from life, so fuck math class and draw while in class, or stay awake at night and practice figure studies online. I guarantee you have a lunch break so eat really fast and draw for the remainder. Croqis Cafe has some awesome figure study videos that I use when I feel rusty.

If you want to be an artist as a living its a grueling job, and u gotta be willing to put in countless unpaid hours. Are you tough enough for that?

anonymous asked:

Hiiii~~ I was wondering what do you guys think or maybe some hcs / scenarios on how Dazai, Chuuya and Akutagawa would spend the day with their kids while their s/o had to go out to do an errand or work? And also just to let you guys know that you're awesome!

ALL OF MY DADDIES

and no i’m not talking about McCree.

~Admin Kat


Dazai:

  • Did you want a clean house when you got home? Because you’re not gonna get it. Dazai will have done everything with your kid that you normally wouldn’t have tolerated, such as building pillow forts, except both of them spill food all over the cushions.
  • “What did you eat for lunch today?” “Ice cre-” “They ate a lot of vegetables.”
    • Basically Dazai feeding your child junk food and then lying out of his ass when you get home.
  • But Dazai will do stuff that you approve of, too don’t worry! He’ll take your kid out to the park and spend a day in the city if the weather’s nice. Although sometimes, he’ll accidentally lose them in a crowd and he starts panicking.
  • On rainy days when he’s tired, he’ll just put on a movie for his kid and have some sake in the background to unwind.
  • He tries to tire his kid out by the time you get home, so they’re asleep and he can have some alone time with you~

Chuuya:

  • He specifically takes the day off so that he could spend some quality time with your child. If he really can’t, he’ll hand them off to Kouyou or hire a nanny, but he always prefers to spend time with them on his own.
  • Chuuya will do anything with your kid. He’ll paint their nails, he’ll play ball, he’ll take them shopping, hell he might even let them put makeup on him or paint his nails if he was in a good enough mood.
  • You’ll have to scold Chuuya if he takes your kid shopping because you know he’s going to spend way too much money on them.
  • If they’re younger, all he really needs to play with them are his abilities because he just sticks them to the ceiling and they’re having the time of their lives. This also worries you immensely.
  • He’ll definitely introduce them to wine at too young of an age. At first, it was a joke but then after they want more and keep asking for it, you give Chuuya a look and you lightly slap him over the head.

Akutagawa:

  • He dotes on his kid so much but he’s so awkward that he barely shows it.
  • He always wants to play with his kid, but doesn’t really know how. The ideas he has to spend time with his child is really questionable. 
    • “Let’s stalk Dazai-san together.”
    • You had to give him a list of acceptable things to do with your child.
  • Your kid will drag him through the town, which he’s not all too comfortable with since he’s a well-known criminal. 
    • Bonus points if they run into Atsushi
    • Or even better: Dazai
  • He’ll use Rashoumon to play with your kid, turning his coat into a pet of some sorts. Your kid loves it.
  • If he gets really hopeless, he’ll shove your kid onto Higuchi and Gin, who are amazing with your kid and it just sort of shames Akutagawa, but he grows to love it.
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~ I WISH ~ FANFIC TO FANVID 

As I love challenges I wanted to try something new. Something I haven’t done before. There was this idea in my head to create a video based on a fanfiction, about Scully’s thoughts and feelings during Mulder’s funeral. Immediately I knew who could write this, so I asked the Queen of “Angst & Hurt” @allyinthekeyofx if she could write this for me. And she did!
When she sent me the first draft during my lunch break at work I put my headphones on and listened to Hans Zimmer’s “Time” while reading her words and I was crying…
Music √ Story √ Footage √
…but who’s gonna be “The Voice” of the story?
After several tries the decision was made: there will be an English version and a multi language version in English, German, Italian and Spanish.
I would like to thank the following persons for their awesome work and support in this project:
@allyinthekeyofx (for writing these beautiful lines)
Maggie Roberts (English Voice)
Charly Blänk (German Voice)
Clara Brioschi (Italian Voice)
Crispita Pazos (Spanish Voice)
and last but not least @queequeg84 for photoshopping the portraits.

You can find the multi language version here: https://youtu.be/KzdX_vwoCxU

GD: “Don’t try me.”

Words: 1,9k

Short summary: 

You were at a fashion show with your boyfriend- Gdragon.It was great until you met your ex….

A/N:

Hello~

How have you been, my readers? I hope you’re doing okay~ 

As some of you might noticed I use the name Wang Chi Ang from the drama Moorim School, but it’s just the name that I took. Well a bit of character and his looks I borrowed too. 

Tell me if you liked it~~

Originally posted by jiyongs

You were carrying your suitcase downstairs, struggling not to let it go. Jiyong came inside and helped you. He picked up the case and took it to the taxi. In your high boots and a black tight dress, you came outside, remembering you forgot your jacket. Your black leather jacket was laying on the couch on the first floor. When you come back the taxi driver humped and surprised you.

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Early morning run gif!!
I stayed up late but woke up at 6 wide awake! I was gonna go back to sleep but got up and hit the gym! I need to make this a habit especially with work picking up for our summer cycle!

I am gonna try and hit the gym for lifting and lunch and then I have a softball game this evening!

Also I may be addicted to MarioKart 8! I have not played many video games as of late but it is definitely fun! The nintendo switch has got me all Ready to play Zelda and MarioKart!

I am thankful for a delicious breakfast this morning! It is awesome to work at a place where I can take a few minutes and cook some eggs and chomp down!

Hope y'all have an awesome day!

start a craze (ignite the airwaves) // septiplier

Boys in a band, touring and writing songs and pining. AKA Septiplier Band!AU, where they all meet when they’re teenages and start a band.

Also on AO3.

DISCLAIMER: Any situations written involving real people are fictional, and are in no way meant to be actual implications on their personal lives, s'just for fun! So please press that back button if any of this makes you uncomfortable!

“Hey, you’re the Irish exchange student, right?” Bob asks, handing him a can of coke.

“Half-right,” Jack says, twirling a drumstick between his fingers. “We moved here from Ireland. Signe’s the exchange student. People keep gettin’ that mixed up.”

They’re in the basement of Bob’s house, it’s crowded by instruments and old furniture, including a single couch pushed into the corner.

“Sorry,” Bob says, pushing up his glasses. “Wade said he met you on Friday and wanted you for the band. So you’ve gotta be pretty good, huh.”

“I guess, he was sick today apparently, but said I should still come audition,” Jack tells him, then nods at the bass in Bob’s hands. “You’re the bassist?”

“Yeah, I have no real musical talent,” Bob laughs, “but I’m passable at bass, thus Mark dubbed me the bassist. Sorry about the room, by the way, my parents are the only ones that let us play.”

“Nah, It’s cool,” Jack says, “thanks for the coke.”

“No problem,” Bob says, smiling, “you can show us what you got as soon as Mark gets down here.”

“Already here, Bobby m’boy!”

Jack turns, and is faced with a strange rush of something at the sight of this Mark guy. Probably because of how close he’s standing to him.

Whoa.”

“Oh hi, I’m Mark, I sing and write lyrics and stuff,” Mark says, taking a step back and sticking out his hand. His voice is deeper than Jack would’ve expected it to be. “You’re Sean, right? You’re gonna be in our band?”

“Jack, actually,” he corrects as he shakes Mark’s hand, feeling lightheaded. “And… you haven’t even heard me play yet.”

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5/10/17 lunch and after work walks and jogs. Feelings great!!!! Runner’s high LMAO… Whew.. It’s 91. It’s hot af outside. Gonna hop in the shower and chill… Literally. Lol 😘 slainte! 🍀♥️

Cuban!Lance headcanons
  • Okay, so first off, I am all about any version of Latino!Lance but I just feel Cuban!Lance in the very depths of my soul so here we go – !!
  • He’s from Florida ‘cause yeah, Garrison is totally a US military operation (this Army brat just knows) so he’s likely from one of the states
  • also in Ep. 4, when Lance was talking about home, he actually mentioned Varadero Beach which is. in Cuba !!! a m a z i n g
  • and he talked about the ocean a lot so
  • Florida, baby
  • definitely grew up speaking Spanish and English, mixes words up sometimes because keeping track of two languages is HARD
  • Spanglish, man
  • has probably accidentally smacked somebody while talking with his hands
  • totally had mixtos for lunch all the time as a kid
  • coffee. so much coffee. coffee strong enough to bench press you.
  • Keith drank it once on a dare. Lance is still laughing about it
  • other cadets at Garrison quickly learned the difference between Cuba and Puerto Rico after that One Time that we’re not even gonna talk about
  • the boy loves his mamá but knows not to cross the line with her ‘cause
  • las chancletas
  • it’s how Lance got those awesome reflexes needed for piloting
  • the day that the other Paladins + Alteans find out that all it takes is a flying flipflop to shut Lance up is the day Lance goes mute
  • ((Hunk knows already but knows not to joke around about that))
  • boy’s got some rhythm. look at Lance’s hips and tell me he wouldn’t be a good dancer
  • you think he’s loud now? wait until someone brings out dominoes !!!!!
  • doesn’t actually consider himself loud? this is just how he normally talks?? what do you mean I’m loud???
  • yeah, Lance is a Literal String Bean but that never stopped his abuelita from calling him gordito
  • ngl Lance might affectionately call Hunk gordo too from time to time
  • ¿Qué bola?
  • This is actual canon but I feel the need to point out that Lance is really, really close to his family 
  • they’re all very, very proud of Lance for getting into Garrison and becoming a pilot and just
  • don’t think about how worried they must be now
  • Lance at least knows where his family is and what’s going on but they literally have nothing - not one clue what happened to him
  • someone just let this boy go back home to his family please
Standing Strong

An Ace Attorney/Edgewright Family FanFic

Ace Attorney belongs to Capcom and Ryland belongs to the lovely thebunnyartist/blue umbriel.  Thanks for all your help with Tumblr, friend!

“Now you’re sure that you want to do this?  We can wait another year…or two.”

“Papa!  I really want to do this!  You promised!”

“I know I did, but…”

“Please…?”

           Phoenix Wright sighed. He looked up from bed at his youngest child, Ryland, who was all geared up with his backpack and a nice outfit put together, courtesy of his dad.  He smiled softly at the young boy who was pouting ever so slightly.  Phoenix had homeschooled Ryland ever since the boy had been little and planned on doing so until the boy protested that his older siblings got to go to school and how it was “completely unfair” that he didn’t get to meet other kids.

“Alright, alright.  I’ll get up.”  Phoenix sat up and stretched and yawned.  He smiled at his son, putting a grin on the boys face.

           “Thank you!  Thank you!  Thank you!” Ryland said and then ran out of the room.

           Phoenix stretched again and then scratched his head, getting out of bed.  He sighed and looked at his bedroom door.  There was another reason that Phoenix was nervous; he looked at the magatama at the side of his bed.  Supernatural things seemed to surround him and his family.  He had the magatama, a gift from Maya Fey, and it provided him with the ability to see people’s hidden secrets.  No one could hide anything from him as long as that was around.  Then there was his oldest son, Apollo.  Apollo was adopted by Phoenix a few years ago, along with his only daughter Trucy. Apollo had a bracelet that he had long before Phoenix had known him that allowed him to perceive tension in people through subtle hints.  Trucy was a magician, and a very talented one at that too.

           And then there was Ryland.  Ryland was born with a unique ability to see and feel people’s emotions.  This was Phoenix’s main concern.  It was hard on the boy’s body and mind to feel and see such strong emotions.  Overwhelming even in new situations.  He knew that the boy had what looked like an endless amount of energy, but he would need more than just energy to get through school.

           “Phoenix!  Get up!”

           Phoenix grumbled and sighed.  He walked to the master bathroom and began to wash up.  Miles, of course, wouldn’t show if he had a problem with Ryland going to school.  They had discussed it a few times before reaching a definite decision.  Miles was worried with Ryland’s abilities but he was confident that the socialization and friends that he would gain would help him better control those powers.  Phoenix argued that Ryland was sociable enough and that he hung out with plenty of friends to be social.  Miles then countered saying that Ryland would be taught many different fields of study in school and in fields that Phoenix was weak in teaching, a.k.a. math.

Although that was true, it didn’t change Phoenix’s mind. He continued to be worried, but put a smile on his face for Ryland. He didn’t want to panic too much in case the boy caught onto his emotions and panicked himself.

After Phoenix got himself cleaned up and dressed, ignoring the familiar blue suit in the closet that was collecting dust, he walked into the kitchen.  There seemed to be quite the commotion at the table because everyone seemed to be talking, Ryland the most.

           “What’s it like at your school, Trucy?  Is it any different than mine?  I can’t ask Apollo cause he’s in college.”  Ryland asked his sister before eating a spoonful of cereal.

           Trucy shrugged and smiled, “I dunno, like school I guess.  Lots of hallways and classrooms, a library, and a cafeteria.  Not much different from what you’ll be experiencing except that we’ve got sports teams.”

           Ryland nodded letting it all sink in, taking in another spoonful, “Do you think they’ll have a band at my school?  I wanna learn to play an instrument like papa and dad!”

           Phoenix smiled at his son as he entered the room.  Miles tapped Ryland on the shoulder with a hint of a stern glance, “Ryland don’t talk with your mouth full.  It’s rude.”

           Ryland swallowed and smiled sheepishly at his dad, “Sorry.  I’m just so excited!”

           Miles smiled at his sons enthusiasm, “As for musical instruments, it would be wonderful for you to play something elegant like the flute.  I just hope you didn’t inherit your papa’s musical…talent.”

           Phoenix scratched his head and laughed, “What talent?  I can play maybe hot cross buns.”

           Ryland smiled, “But you still play a little, papa.”

           Phoenix ruffled Ryland’s hair, “I appreciate the compliment.”

           Trucy smiled, “You weren’t the best but you did what you had to do to keep going, Papa.”

           Phoenix grinned, “Thanks Trucy.  You’re always so…magical.”

           “Please tell me he’s not doing dad jokes this early.”

           Ryland grinned and ran to the door, “Polly!”

           Apollo grinned and caught his brother, “Hey there, Rye.  I came to see you off for your first day of school.”

           Ryland grinned, “I’m really excited!  Dad packed me a lunch and Papa is gonna walk me to school.”

           Apollo smiled, “That’s great, Rye!  You’re going to have an awesome first day.”

           Ryland nodded and returned to his cereal.  He glanced up at his dad, who nodded back at him, letting his dad know he was going to finish his breakfast.

           “So, Apollo, where were you last night?” Trucy grinned slyly and rested her chin on her folded hands, elbows on the table.  Apollo sat down ignoring her sly question.  “Normally you sleep here.  Were you at a certain rock star’s place?  Or maybe it was the future astronaut.”

           Phoenix leaned towards Trucy, tuning in carefully, “Yes, where were you, son?”

           Apollo turned a small shade of red; “I-I wasn’t doing anything before you make any suggestions! I was just with Klavier studying.”

           Phoenix squinted, “A likely story.”

           “I smell a nugget.” Trucy grinned.

           Ryland laughed and nodded, “Yeah me too!”

           Apollo was blushing a dark shade of red at this point, “N-No!  It wasn’t anything like that!”

           Miles sighed, “Alright you three, ease up on him.  He called me last night and informed me it was going to be a late night and he wanted to hang out with Klavier anyway.  I gave him permission to stay.  Although he is twenty years old, he doesn’t need to be babysat.”

           Apollo threw his arms towards his dad, “See?  Dad knew what was going on!   It was no big deal.”

           Trucy looked away still smirking, “I still smell a nugget.”

           Apollo sighed in defeat with Ryland still giggling.

           Phoenix stood up and looked at the clock, “You done there, kiddo?  It’s about time we left to get you to school.”

           Ryland drained the milk in his bowl and wiped his mouth with his arm, “Ready!”

           Phoenix grinned and went to the door to put on his shoes, “Then let’s get going.  Trucy you coming with?”

           She nodded, “Let me grab my bag!  I’ll be right there Papa!”

           Miles handed Ryland his lunch and fixed a few misplaced hairs on his head, “Now you’re ready. Have a good day, OK?” He kissed his forehead.

           “I will dad!  I promise!”

           Phoenix looked over at Apollo and caught his son’s eyes; “We’ll continue this discussion when we get home.”

           Apollo sighed which made Phoenix chuckle.

           Ryland tugged at Phoenix’s sleeve, “C’mon Papa!  Let’s go!”

           Trucy ran up to them and smiled, clutching her side bag, “Ready too!”

           Phoenix stood, “Alright, I’ll see you in a bit Miles. Apollo.”

           Miles smiled, drying a plate in one hand, “Have fun you three!”

           Phoenix smiled and shut the door behind him and the kids, “Later!”

 

 

           “See ya, Papa! Have a great day, Ryland!  You’ll do just fine!”  Trucy shouted and waved as she went across the crosswalk heading towards her high school.

           Both waved after her. Phoenix smiled, “Bye Trucy-baby!”

           Ryland waved jumping up and down, “You too!”

           Phoenix smiled and looked down at Ryland, “Ready?”

           Ryland nodded and turned to look at the Elementary School.  It was much larger than he had expected.  He held tightly onto his straps, swallowing down any of the nerves he had.  He absolutely was going to have a great day! So far, it was starting off great! But looking at all the kids running around outside before school started and looking at the parents all together conversing, it made it difficult for him to be calm.

           Phoenix smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder, “You ready?”

           Ryland shrank a little into his dad’s side but nodded, “Uh huh.”

           Concerned, Phoenix knelt down to his level, “Would you like me to walk you to your class?  I can do that you know.”

           Ryland shook his head, “I’m OK, Papa…”

           “You don’t sound it.”

           Ryland turned and grinned at his Papa, “It’s just new!  Sometimes new things can be scary at the beginning, but they can end up being OK!  That’s what daddy said.”

           Phoenix laughed and smiled, “You’re right.”  He stood up, “So you’re all good to go?”

           Ryland looked back at the school as the bell began to ring, “I’m good!  I better get going, Papa!”

           He gave Phoenix a quick hug and ran towards the school. “Bye Papa!” he yelled waving.

           Phoenix waved back and watched him run into the building, “Bye Rye-baby!”

           He sighed and then turned to walk back home.  Just as he went to cross the road a horn honked at him.  He looked up to see Mile’s familiar car.  He smiled as it pulled next to the sidewalk.

           “Hey stranger.” Phoenix grinned as the window rolled down, “Willing to give a poor bum a ride?”

           Miles sighed, “Please don’t make a scene and get in the car Phoenix.”

           Phoenix laughed and got in the passenger seat, “What’s the occasion?”

           Miles shook his head, “No reason.  Just thought it would be faster to pick you up.”

           “Well thanks, hun.” Phoenix teased.

           “I will make you walk, Wright.”

 

           Ryland looked around the classroom in awe.  It was so big and decorated, an improvement from his dad’s study for a classroom. The kids were all in their different cliques talking and catching up from the summer break.  Ryland suddenly felt very small, but was comforted in the joyous aura he found by everyone in the classroom.  If everyone was this happy, then he was bound to make some new friends.

He sat down in the desk that had his name on it, spelt wrong but that didn’t bother him.  There were a few kids sitting in front of him talking about a beach event they ended up going to together.  He silently wished he had someone to talk to, but figured that there would be an icebreaker activity to introduce everyone.  At least that’s what daddy had said.

An average sized woman walked through the door in a maroon dress and black heels, she stood at the front and clapped her hands a few times, “Alright class let’s get settled down.  Please find your assigned seats and sit.”

The students dispersed from their groups and did as they were told.  Ryland ended up being third desk in the middle row, the middle of the class.  Two girls were on either side of him and two boys were in front and behind him.  He felt like the center of attention.  Where he was used to this at home, here at the school it was a little uncomfortable. He shrugged the feeling off though, such a petty emotion wouldn’t bother him.

           “OK class my name is Mrs. Rowland and I welcome you to your new fourth grade classroom.  I’m excited to be your teacher this year.” She smiled, “We will be doing an ice breaker activity here first, so we’ll start at the beginning of the row by the window and move down.”

           She turned and wrote a few questions on the board, “Think of answering these questions for a few minutes and then we’ll get started.”

           The students watched as she wrote on the board three questions: What’s your name?  What do you want to be when you grow up?  What did you do over the summer?

 

           There were a few groans from the students.  Ryland figured they were used to starting off the year like this, and they probably all knew each other.  Ryland thought it was odd that the teacher would ask their names if she wrote them on their desks, but figured he’d go along with it.  After all, he was the one new with this and if this was traditional, then who was he to question it?

           A few minutes later, the icebreaker activity started.  Up and down the row he heard people’s names, what they wanted to be when they grew up, and summer vacation activities.  Ryland felt a little embarrassed that his family hadn’t done anything exciting or extravagant like going on a cruise or going to an amusement park, but Papa didn’t like heights.

           Finally it was his turn. He stood up and swallowed.  The teacher smiled at him nodding and all the children stared at him.

           “Um, my name is Ryland Wright.  I want to be a defense attorney when I grow up and we didn’t really do anything exciting this summer, except go and tour my brother’s college that he got accepted to.”

           He went to sit down when the teacher cleared her throat, “One moment Ryland.”

           He looked at her, a little nervously since he was being called out, “Yes ma’am?”

           She smiled sweetly, “You’re our new student here, correct?  Why don’t you say a little more since most everyone knows each other? It’ll be a better way for us to get to know you.”

           Ryland nodded, “Yes ma’am.  Uh, what would you like to know?”

           She shrugged, “Anything really.  Just a few little tidbits, like something you enjoy doing or your favorite color.”

           “O-OK.”  Ryland thought for a moment, “Well, my parents are both attorney’s, or were.  Papa doesn’t really work anymore.  My favorite color is blue.  Umm..”

           “Why is your hair two different colors?”  One girl asked from the back.  Ryland turned to face her.  He blinked a little as he watched her aura change color.  What once was a pretty light blue was turning slightly green, “We aren’t supposed to have dyed hair in class.”

           “Uh, well, it’s always been like this.  I don’t know why-”

           “You said your last name was Wright, didn’t you?” the boy that sat in front of him asked.  Ryland nodded, “As in Phoenix Wright, the attorney that got disbarred a few years ago for forging evidence?”

           Ryland shrank a little at the aggression, “Yeah, but that’s not what really hap-”

           “Does your mom work then? What’s she do?” asked one girl who’s aura was still normal, the question just made him more nervous being on the stand.

           “I, well, it’s…”

           The teacher stood up, “That’s enough children!  This is very rude of you all to put him on the spot like this.”

           Everyone got quiet and turned back to their desk.  Ryland stood their looking down at his desk.  Maybe his Papa was right, maybe he should’ve waited another year.  Maybe he wasn’t ready.

           Mrs. Rowland sighed, “Please sit down Ryland.  I’m sorry for how they have acted towards you.”

           Ryland sat down slowly, but didn’t lift his head.  He was too nervous that he would see other auras.

           Mrs. Rowland, “Now, let’s continue please.”

 

           A few hours later, Ryland found himself in the music room with the other students.  The teacher there, Ms. Slayter was teaching the children how to use a recorder.  Ryland thought it was close enough to his dad’s flute and was happy.  She did a head count and promised that she would have recorders for each child by the second week.

After that, the students went off for lunch. Ryland ate for the most part alone, but he made a few friends.  There was the girl in his class that asked about is mom.  She was really nice and told funny jokes too.  Another kid in the class, a boy, wanted to know more about being an attorney, not that Ryland knew a whole lot.

Then there was recess.  Just when the day seemed to be going great, it started faltering again.  Ryland was playing on the swings by himself.  The girl from his class, Angie, went to play with the other girls and the boy, Ryan, went and played baseball.  It was alright though, Ryland was OK just relaxing alone.

Just as he was beginning to feel more comfortable with being in school, a group of three boys came up to him.  He recognized one of them as the boy that sat in front of him.  The other two he didn’t know.

           Ryland looked up at them, “Hi.” He said with a smile.

           The other two said small “hellos” but the kid from his class just stared.  Ryland wanted to look away, but thought that might be rude.

           “Did you guys want to play?”

           The kid from his class blinked, “You said that your dad didn’t forge evidence.”

           Ryland nodded, “It was a misunderstanding.”

           “Yeah, of course that’s what your dad would say.  Forging evidence is illegal, your dad broke the law.”

           Ryland glared at the kid, “No he didn’t!”

           The kid nodded like a know-it-all, “Yes he did!  My dad read about it in the newspaper!”

           Ryland stood up, “But he wasn’t there and he didn’t know the situation.  And you weren’t there either!”

           The boy pushed Ryland, “And neither were you!”

           The push made Ryland trip over the swing behind him and land backwards into the dirt, messing up the new clothes that his dad had bought him.

           The two other boys looked around nervously, not wanting to be there, but the one boy stood his ground, “Your dad is a criminal!”

           Ryland sniffled and got up, dusting off what he could.  Before he could retaliate, the teacher blew the whistle calling all the kids inside to get their backpacks.  Recess was the last thing that they did before going home.  After that they would wait in the entrance of the school for their names to be called when their parents arrived.  This system apparently helped with the crowd of parents picking up their children and kept things from being congested.

           When he looked at the one boy, he was hit with a shockwave of red aura.  It was overwhelming him, and worse, it was directed at him.  Growing up all this time he had never had such emotions pointed his way.  What made matters worse was he didn’t understand why. Why was he being picked on?  He hadn’t done anything wrong.

           The aura and the emotions were starting to take its toll on Ryland, he felt very weak and on the verge of tears.  His heart was beating rapidly and he couldn’t see straight.  He was trying his best to stand up tall so that he wouldn’t pass out on his first day of school.  Papa would never let him come back if he found out.  Then again, maybe Ryland didn’t want to come back.

           The boys started walking towards the door to the school, Ryland in tow but a good distance away. All the other kids excitedly ran to the door excited to see their parents and siblings again.  Ryland just wanted to go home and go to bed.  He was exhausted.

 

           Phoenix waited impatiently inside the school.  He was excited to see his baby after a full day worrying.  He paced for what seemed like hours.  Miles had gone off to work and Apollo was doing homework in the study. He had been so nervous that he didn’t even remember to tease and prod Apollo about spending the night at Klavier’s.

He was tapping his foot impatiently.  The woman next to him seemed to notice and smiled, laughing a little.  He looked over at her sheepishly.

“First day?”

Phoenix chuckled, “Yeah.  Sorry if I’m bothering you.  He’s just fragile.” Or maybe I’m the fragile one, he thought.

She laughed, “I was the same with my first child. I was jumping like a rabbit all day, didn’t know what to do with myself.”

Phoenix nodded, “I should be used to this.  I’ve got a daughter in tenth grade and a son in college.  Yet, I’m this panicky with my youngest.”

“You don’t look old enough to have children that age.”  She looked at him confused.

Phoenix rubbed the back of his neck, “My first two are adopted.  I took care of them after their parents passed on, so to speak.”

Her mouth made an O and she nodded, “That’s very kind of you.”

“Thanks.”

At that moment, the children started filing in. Phoenix stood up he was so anxious. He looked around, expecting his energetic little boy to come crashing into him.  Yet, no such thing happened.  One of the office aids came up to him and asked him for his son’s name. They called his name shortly and Phoenix saw movement.  He was hoping for a hug, but frowned when he saw that Ryland’s head was hanging down. Other kids were being called as well, so no one seemed to notice.

“Ryland?  Rye?”

When the boy didn’t answer, Phoenix held out his hand for his and the boy took it silently, being led out of the school.

Now Phoenix was really nervous.  He knelt down by his son as soon as they left the school grounds.

“Rye, what’s wrong?”

The boy didn’t answer or look up.

“Ryland?”

No response.

“Ryland E. Wright you answer me right now.”

Ryland sniffled, “Nothing.”

Phoenix shook his head, “I don’t believe it.  Was your teacher mean to you?”

He shook his head.

“Well, were you being picked on?”

No answer.

Phoenix sighed, “Oh Rye.  Don’t you listen to them.  Whatever ugly thing they said, they’re wrong.  You know that right.”  He put a hand on the young boy’s shoulder.

Phoenix’s heart just about stopped when he felt the shivering underneath his hand.  It was a warm day and here his son was shaking like a rattlesnake’s tail.  Then the sniffling started.

“I don’t want to go to school anymore…”

“Rye?”

Ryland looked up, eyes watering and cheeks red, “Papa!”

The little boy jumped into Phoenix’s arms and cried.  Phoenix picked the little boy up, regardless if he was getting too big to be carried, “Shh.. Rye, it’s OK.  Let me call daddy to come pick us up.”

Ryland continued to cry in his arms while Phoenix dialed his husband.  He didn’t care how awkward he looked at the moment as he rocked the boy in his arms gently, “You’re going to be OK, baby.”

 

           On the ride home, Phoenix explained to Miles all that he knew.  Ryland wouldn’t say much more on the car ride, as he wasn’t feeling very well from all the stress.  He laid down in the back seat of the car, his head in his papa’s lap.

           Once home, Phoenix carried him inside and helped him to bed.  Miles went back to work to finish what else had left to do.  Apollo looked concerned as his papa entered the house with a sleeping Ryland.  Phoenix whispered that he would tell him later and took Ryland to his bedroom.

           As he tucked the boy in and prepared to leave the room, he heard a quite murmur.

           “Papa?”

           Phoenix returned to his son’s side, “Yes Rye?”

           Rye looked down at his sheets, “One of the kids said some bad things about you today.”

           Phoenix blinked and sat down on the bed, “He said that you’re a criminal.  That’s…that’s not true right?  You would tell me if you were, right?”

           Phoenix sighed and combed some of the hairs out of Ryland’s face, “No baby, I’m not a criminal. Something bad just happened to papa, that’s all.”

           Ryland continued to look down.

           Phoenix smiled, “Unconvinced?”

           Ryland didn’t say anything, just continued to look away upset.

           Phoenix smirked and reached over to grab the boys nose, “Hmm, you know what, I like that nose of yours. I think I’ll take it.”

           Ryland tried to hide a giggle.

           Phoenix continued to smile and placed a finger to his cheek, “I wonder.  You’ve got a nice nose, but maybe…” He quickly pulled the sheet off of his son and grabbed a foot, “I think I’ll take some toes instead.”

           Ryland let out a laugh, “Papa!  I’m too old for nose and toes!”

           Phoenix examined each little toe as the boy continued to laugh, “Wait!  Wait a minute!  Hold up!” he said in a serious tone, looking at Ryland questioningly, “I think you’re missing one.  Are you hiding a toe from me?”

           Ryland shook his head in giggles, “N-no Papa!”

           Phoenix raised an eyebrow, “No, no, I think you are.”  He began tickling the boy, checking him for a missing toe, “So where’s the toe?  Hmm?”

           “I’m not missing any toes!” Ryland said through laughter.

           After Phoenix checked his son over well and good, he gave in, “You know, I think you were telling the truth about that toe.”

           Ryland giggled looking at his papa, “You just like tickling me.”

           Phoenix feigned offense, “Who me?  Never!” He grinned down at the boy, who smiled back, “Still think I’m a criminal?”

           Ryland shook his head, “Nope!  Those kids don’t know what they’re talking about.”

           Phoenix pulled the boy into a hug, “Well, I’m glad you’ve changed your mind.  I might have had to tickle you again.”  He wiggled his fingers towards the child.

           Ryland giggled, “Did you ever tickle Apollo or Trucy?”

           Phoenix nodded, “Oh yeah. Your siblings are just as ticklish as you are.”  He winked.

           “What about dad?” Ryland asked.

           Phoenix shook his head, “Your dad’s not ticklish.  Or at least I haven’t been able to figure out where he’s ticklish.”

           Ryland giggled, “Maybe it’s his toes.”

           Phoenix grinned, “Maybe. I guess I’ll just have to try someday.”

           “Papa?”

           “Hmm?”

           “I’m sorry that I got upset.  I tried really hard.”

           Phoenix sighed and stroked his sons cheek, “Ryland, there are some things in this life that we can’t let get us down.  Whenever things get you down, think really hard about what family you come from and who you are.”

           Ryland looked confused, “Like how?”

           “Ryland you come from a family of some very strong people that have had many hard and trying difficulties in their life.  Some of them you know and some of them you don’t.  Not yet anyway.  Me being disbarred is just one of those trials.  In fact, I’ve been on the stand as a defendant in the past.  So has your dad.”

           “Really?”  Ryland asked.

           Phoenix nodded, “Really. Apollo and Trucy have had their fair share as well.  Like when Apollo fractured his leg.  He couldn’t walk for a while and it was really hard on your brother, with how active he is.  But look at him now!  He’s active and out with his friends all the time.”

           “Huh…” Ryland said, “Did it scare you?”

           “When Apollo got hurt? Yeah.  I knew he would live, but seeing your brother in such a predicament scared me.  I was worried for my son.  Just like I was worried for you when you were upset today.”

           “I’m sorry.”

           “Hey,” Phoenix lifted his chin, “you’re OK, Rye.  You didn’t do anything bad or harmful.”

           Ryland smiled, “Thanks Papa.”

           Phoenix ruffled his hair, “Anytime kiddo.  Now you rest up and then we can talk about your day and whether you want to continue public school or not.”

           Ryland yawned, “Yeah, I will.”

           Phoenix kissed his head and then walked out of the room, shutting the door softly.

           Ryland curled up in his blanket smiling, for he knew that he was part of a strong family and that no matter what anyone else said, they were wrong.

           “Now, Apollo” he heard his Papa say, “let’s talk about your night with Klavier shall we?”

Denial (Pricefield #3)

Another entry for my Pricefield trash bin series. I originally wanted this to be posted by last Wednesday, but things didn’t work out as planned. Curse you writer’s block!!

I noticed that my last two stories had been largely from Chloe’s perspective. So I wanted to try writing from Max’s for a change. Hopefully this came out okay.

I thought Nightmares would be garbage, but it has done SOOOO much better than I ever thought it would. (BTW THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THE LIKES, REBLOGS, AND SUPPORT!!! You’re what’s keeping me going!! XDDD) So hopefully how I feel about this one turns out to just be me being self-conscious again!

Enough introductions! I hope you enjoy :D

(And sorry in advance for any OOC!)

((Warning: Minor Dark Room spoilers))

Life is Strange

Genre: Fluff/Friendship/Romance

Rating: T for language

Pairing: Pricefield (Chloe /\ Max)

Summary: Max wonders why everyone seems to think she was in love with her best friend.

Words: 4,427 (Is it me, or are my stories getting longer? Sorry!! ><;;)

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CEO!Luke Part 11

Day 2 in Vegas

Warning: Smut

Y/N’s POV:

This morning my body feels like it has been hit by a truck. Either from last night’s dancing from the club or from Luke and I’s actions in bed. I smile to myself as it all came back. I was screaming so much. Luke just gives me so much pleasure, I have no idea how he does it. I turn over to feel cold empty sheets. I frown because I thought Luke and I could have morning cuddles but nope. I lift up letting my eyes adjust to the blazing sun coming in through the shades. I hop out of bed almost falling over. My legs and mostly my ass feel so sore. I gain my balance back and grab some booty shorts from my suitcase and Luke’s shirt to put on. I walk into the bathroom because my bladder is about to explode. After that I wash my face and brush my hair then throwing it up into a messy bun. I open the bedroom door and walk over to the kitchen the suite had. A note was on the edge of the counter that read “Morning loves, Luke and I went to get a morning workout in so we will be back soon with breakfast :) -Mikey”. I decide to check on Clara since the boys weren’t here. I knock gently on her door. “Clara?” I ask. I hear a grumble from inside and I laugh to myself. I open the door to see her completely flat on the mattress. “Morning sunshine” I giggle crawling on the bed with her. “Michael literally destroyed me last night” she groans lifting her head from the pillow. “Okay TMI” I laugh lying next to her. “Where are the boys?” she asks. “Michael left a note saying that went for a morning workout and that they will be back soon with breakfast for us” I say fiddling with her red hair. “Ugh good. I’m starving” Clara says getting up. “Damn” I laugh looking at the hickeys on Clara’s breasts. “I told you” she responds. “Did you and Luke have any fun?” she asks wiggling her eyebrows while throwing Michael’s shirt on. “Maybe” I say looking away. “Was it rough?” she asks. “Let’s just be grateful that the bedrooms are soundproof” I say looking back at her grinning. “Well good for us, we both got laid” she says giving me a tired smile. I laugh at her comment. “Wanna go watch TV?” she asks. “Yeah sure” I smile getting up walking to the living room.

Clara and I watch reruns of Keeping Up With the Kardashians as we heard the door open. “Morning girls!” Michael smiles pushing a tray of food in. Following him was Luke rolling in another tray containing coffee and other drinks. “Morning” we both say not looking at them as our eyes glue on the screen. “Ugh I gotta pee I’ll be right out” Clara says heading to the bathroom. Luke sneaks up behind me and wraps his arms around me peppering kisses on the side of my face. “Morning baby” he mumbles into me. “Go away” I frown pushing him off me. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “You didn’t give me morning cuddles” I say crossing my arms together. “Aw I’m sorry Princess but I really needed to get a workout in” he says walking around the couch to sit next to me. “Was last night not enough?” I ask reminding him. “Of course love it was great” Luke smirks at me kissing my forehead. “I was just lonely that’s all” I frown again but I couldn’t keep it on. Luke’s shirtless sweaty torso just makes me think about last night. I smile as I get up. “You forgive me baby?” Luke asks hugging me from behind. “I will once you stop sweating on me” I giggle. “I thought you like me sweaty” he smirks. “Yeah I do but not now” I say pouring myself some orange juice. “Well that’s not what you were saying that night” he grins at me biting into a piece of bacon from the tray. I shake my head as I sip my drink. Luke winks at me before bringing a stack of pancakes over to me. “Are those for me?” I giggle lifting my knees up on the chair. “Yes cutie these are for you” Luke smiles leaning in to give me a kiss. I kiss him back as he smiles into it. “Thanks babe” I say as our foreheads lean against one anothers. “No problem love” he says kissing my nose.

Michael and Clara join us at the table and we all dig into the food the boys got. “These are the best pancakes I have ever had!” I shout laughing. “Aha that’s great to know Y/N” Michaels laughs at me. I giggle biting into another piece. “So what’s on the schedule today?” Luke asks us. “Y/N and I are definitely hitting the pool that is a must” Clara says drinking her coffee. “Sounds good to me” I smile. “Luke and I wanted to hit up the golf range if you ladies don’t mind. Luke and I need some bro time” Michael grins. “Do whatever you guys want” Clara says. “You guys can have bro time while Y/N and I have our girl time so it’s perfect” she adds on. We all nod. “We should meet up for lunch though” Luke budges in. “Oh yeah definitely I know a good place we can go” Michael responds. “Awesome” Luke smiles. “Ugh well thank you for getting us breakfast boys” I smile standing up. “Where are you going?” Luke asks me. “I’m gonna shower before Clara and I head to the pool” I say putting my empty plates on the tray. “Oh okay love” he smiles looking back down. “Good idea I’m gonna go get ready” Clara says walking to her room. I smile and head to Luke and I’s bedroom closing the doors. I walk into the bathroom and strips my clothes off onto the tile floor. I turn the nozzle in the shower as water sprinkles out. I step in and let the warm water heat up my body. I close my eyes relaxing my muscles. Two hands wrap around my waist making me gasp. “You think I wouldn’t join you?” Luke chuckles kissing my ear. “Aha I knew you would” I giggle as Luke brings me closer. “I missed you all morning” Luke says kissing me. “Now you know how I felt this morning!” I protest. “I know I’m sorry baby. I regretted it while I had to unwrap my arms from your warm body” Luke frowns. “It’s okay at least you’re here now” I smile wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands trail down to my thighs lifting me up. “Ooo careful I’m still sore” I giggle. “Aw sweetheart did I do some damage last night?” Luke smirks kissing my neck. “You always do” I say truthfully. “Not the night I made love to you” he grins. “No that night you were very nice” I giggle feeling his lips on my neck. “Yes I was” Luke chuckles moving his lips to mine. We slowly make out as Luke slips into my entrance. “Luke!” I gasp at the feeling. “Sh it’s okay baby I got you” he comforts me. Luke thrusts into me slowly as his arms wrap around me harder. I moan into Luke’s mouth as my hands grip his hair. “You love how Daddy goes slow huh baby? You love it don’t you?” Luke whispers in my ear. “Ugh yes so much” I moan letting my head fall back on the shower fall. “Ugh baby I was so hard this morning just thinking about you and how sexy you looked last night in the lingerie Daddy bought you” Luke moans. “Ugh fuck I’m gonna cum” I cry out. “Wait a few more seconds baby I’m almost there” Luke says thrusting faster into me. “Shit baby your tightness drives me crazy” he groans. “I’m there! I’m there!” I cry out as I release on Luke’s length. Luke’s hips buck hard as he shoots his load inside me.

He pulls out and helps me down. He takes my face and kisses me passionately. “Mm” is all he says. He kisses me again and again not letting me go. “Baby I gotta get out” I giggle. “No your lips are way too addicting right now” Luke groans. “You can kiss me later” I laugh pushing him off. Luke shuts off the shower and we both step out and dry off. I walk out of the bathroom as Luke spanks my ass walking by. “Watch it” I say. “Aw someone too sore?” Luke says. “I will hit you Hemming’s” I warn him. “Bring on baby let’s wrestle” Luke offers. “No time for that I gotta get ready” I say. I walk over and take out a red bikini that Clara packed me. Of course it’s red. I run into the bathroom before Luke could catch me. I slip it on quick and brush out my wet hair. After that I brush my teeth and head back out. “Oh hell no round 2 me and you right now” Luke demands as he speed walks over to me. “Aha get away weirdo” I laugh. “Baby you’re making me hard” Luke whines. “Well that’s your problem” I laugh as I put on my flip flops and put on my sundress. “Baby girl you look so pretty” Luke says to me. “Thanks Lukey” I giggle and walk out leaving him. “Ready to go Y/N!?” Clara asks jumping from the couch. “Yes! Let’s go!” I laugh. “Bye boys!” We laugh walking out the door. I feel bad for leaving Luke all flustered but that is payback for not giving me morning cuddles this morning. “Finally some girl time!” Clara smiles as we enter the elevator. “Ugh I know. Even though we see each other everyday I barely get to spend time with you” I say. The elevator takes us to the lobby as we walk through small crowds of people checking in to the hotel. “Oh wow now this is nice” I say as we enter the pool and spa area. “Over there looks perfect” Clara says pointing to two chairs on the side of the pool. We walk over and place our things down and take off our dresses showing off our swimsuits. “Great pick” Clara laughs at me. “Aha thank you. You’re the one who packed it so thank you” I giggle sitting in the chair. “Oh yes now this is what I’m talking about” I say as I lay back on the chair. “Crap I forgot my sunglasses! Do you have an extra pair?” Clara asks. “Yes I do!” I say. I scope through my bag and find a pair and hand them to her. “Thanks you’re the best” she smiles putting them on. We relax for a few minutes as we see a hot hispanic man come over to us with a pad and pencil. “Hola ladies! Would you like any beverages this morning?” he smiles. God he gorgeous but not as gorgeous as Luke. “Oh um yes please we will both take a lemonade margarita please!” Clara says sweetly. “Of course. I’ll be right back with those” he said flashing us his smile. “Damn are all male waiters here shirtless?” Clara laughs. “Aha I don’t know but I certainly don’t mind” I laugh putting my shades back on. “Alright ladies here you go, two lemonade margaritas!” the hot waiter says as he came back with our drinks. “Thank you so much!” I say. “No problem anything for two beautiful women” he says taking a bow in front of us. Clara and I both blush. “Enjoy!” he smiles and walks away assisting other people.

“Damn” Clara laughs taking a sip from her drink. I just laugh as I lay back again. “Hello ladies! Would you care for a nice foot massage?” a woman kindly asks. “Oh my god yes please! I laugh as the other woman made me dip my feet in hot blue water. “So where are you guys from?” the woman asks breaking the silence. “We’re from New York” Clara says. “Oh awesome I love the city” she says. “I’m Sandra and this is my best friend Emily” she says introducing themselves. “Hi! I’m Clara and this is my best friend Y/N” Clara says looking at me. “Nice to meet you guys” Emily smiles. Emily and Sandra seem about the same age as Clara and I which is pretty cool. “So what brings you guys to Vegas?” Emily asks us. “Well I’m getting married so my fiance and I brought our best friends here to celebrate” Clara says. “Aw congratulations!” Sandra and Emily both say. “Thank you it’s very exciting!” she smiles. “So are all the male waiters shirtless here?” Clara laughs. “Aha yes it’s part of the job but it does get pretty hot out here sometimes” Emily responds. “We saw that James was the one who got you your drinks. He is probably one of the best looking guys here” Sandra says. We all laugh. “So what made you guys wanna work here?” I ask politely. “It’s always been a dream job of ours to work here. Even though we work for other people and have to touch a lot of feet a day, it pays good money. Also, it’s so beautiful here” Emily smiles. “Aw that’s awesome to hear” I respond. “Thank you!” she says. “Are you guys having girl time?” Sandra asks working on Clara’s feet. “Yes we are which we don’t get very often. We got here yesterday and we are already sick of the boys” she laughs. “Aha I see well we are always in the spa area so don’t be afraid to stop by. Besides the cucumber facials are amazing here” Sandra says. “Ugh we have to go!” I say hitting Clara’s arm. “Don’t worry we will” she giggles. “We can give you one now if you would like” Emily offers. “Yes!” I say sitting up. “Aha let’s go!” Sandra says. We gather our things and follow them to the spa. It was a beautiful light blue room that had big white massage chairs. Soft music was playing in the background creating a peaceful mood. “You guys can lay down here” Emily says. “Great thanks” I say as Clara and I lay down in separate chairs. Sandra and Emily are quick and smudge cool cream on our faces then putting two cold pieces of cucumber over our eyes. “This is a peel off face mask so we will let that sit for awhile as we will continue your feet massages” one of them says. “Oh awesome thank you” I say. “No problem” they say dipping our feet back into the warm blue water again. “I really needed this” I laugh feeling the cream cleanse my face. “Ugh I couldn’t agree more” Clara says. After our faces have dried up Emily and Sandra peel off the masks and take off the cucumbers. “You can eat those if you want” Sanda laughs. “Why not?” I say taking a bite out of one. “Aha how do your faces feel?” Emily asks us. “Like a baby’s bottom” Clara laughs feeling her face with her hands. “Same with mine thank you guys so much!” I say. “Oh no problem! Well we have to go now but hopefully we can see each other around” Emily says. “Yes definitely! Thank you again!” Clara says. “Bye guys!” Emily and Sandra say waving off. Clara and I return the wave back. “Aw that was so nice!” I smile. “I know they were so friendly ” Clara responds. “Michael just texted me saying him and Luke were done and that they are already at the restaurant close by here” she says. “Great let’s go! I say. We gather our things and head to lunch.

The plazas are all connected together which was really cool. It had everything from shops to restaurants to cafes. Everything. Clara and I admire our surroundings taking in the Vegas view. It’s about 1:30 so it’s a perfect time for lunch. “We have to go on a shopping spree here soon” I say. “Ugh I know can’t we just go shopping now? I don’t wanna go sit down” Clara pouts. “Aren’t you hungry?” I ask. “Starving” she says. “Then eat then shop” I laugh. “Sounds good” she says. “Isn’t that James the hot waiter guy?” I ask seeing him all dressed and walking towards us. He wasn’t alone though. He had this slim woman with black straight hair clinging onto his arm like a child. She keeps feeling up his muscles making him laugh. As we get closer and closer the woman notices us. As we walk by them, it almost feels like time slows down. The woman gives Clara and I the biggest evil glare ever as she slightly smirks at the end. Time resumes back to normal for us as Clara and I keep our eyes forward not looking back at the couple. We speed walk a little faster hoping to get to the restaurant quicker. I stop immediately in shock. “Don’t stop Y/N keep walking” Clara helps me keep moving. “Do you know who that was!?” I almost yell. “Yes Y/N I know now keep walking so it doesn’t look like we know” Clara hisses. “That was Apr-” I almost say but getting cut off by Clara. “Yes Y/N it was that bitch April who almost tried to kill you!” she hisses at me. My lungs feel like their gasping for air. “Trust me she knows who we both are” she says. “And definitely knows that Luke is here as well” she adds on. “What the hell is she doing here?” I ask. “I have no idea but Luke or Michael cannot know that we saw her okay?” Clara asks. “Yes” I say gaining my breath again. I shouldn’t be afraid of someone who is weaker than me. “It’s time for Charlie’s Angel mode” I smirk. “You know it sister” Clara says. We walk some more trying not to think about what just happened but I think we both know this can’t be avoided.

“Y/N! Clara!” I hear Luke’s sweet voice call out. I turn over and see his sweet smile.“Act natural” Clara whispers to me. I smile and walk over to take a seat next to Luke. “Hi my love” Luke sweetly says. I grab his face and kiss him hard. Luke moans into my lips and smiles. “Someone miss me?” he smirks. “So much” I giggle. “Hi beautiful” Michael says to Clara. “Hi Mikey” she smiles kissing him. “How was the pool?” Luke asks. Clara makes eye contact with me mentally reminding me to stay normal. “It was good! We met these two really nice women who work here and they gave us free facials and free foot massages” I smile. “Sounds nice” Luke says rubbing my back. “It was!” I laugh. “How was golf?” Clara asks the boys. “It was good. They have a really nice range here” Michael says. A waiter comes over and we all order some drinks and our food orders. “Thank you” Luke smiles at the waiter handing him our menus. About 25 minutes later, our waiter comes back with our food. “Here you go guys! Enjoy!” our waiter says. “Thank you!” we all say back. We all dive into our food which was amazing. Clara and I ordered salads while the boys got sandwiches. We barely make conversation because the food was just so good. “Ugh you guys ready for the check?” Michael asks us. We all nod with our mouths full. Michael asks for the check and receives it about 5 minutes later. “I got it guys don’t worry” Michael says sweetly. “Aw thank you baby” Clara smiles kissing him on the cheek. “Ugh I’m full” Luke groans leaning back against his chair. He looks over at me shooting a wink. He looks so good in his golf uniform I just wanna literally shove him into a closet and suck him off. Ugh what is wrong with my mind. Michael puts down some cash on the table and we head off back to the room. Luke takes my hand as I lean my head on his shoulder. My mind is still glued to the fact that April is here. Like of course she is here at the exact place we are. I look over to Clara who notices me and she puts a finger to her mouth. I nod knowing what she is saying. We all stroll looking at all the shops windows. Luke yawns and I look up at him. “Tired baby?” I ask sweetly kissing his arm. “Yeah I think I’m gonna take a nap when we get back” he says kissing my forehead. “Wanna join me?” he asks. “Maybe. It’s hard for me to take naps during the day sometimes” I say truthfully. “Okay love” he smiles looking back up. We all enter the hotel lounge and head towards the elevators. Michael pushes our floor button as we ride up. “Ugh I need a shower” Michael groans. “Yeah you do” Clara laughs. The doors open and we walk to our suite. Luke swipes his key card and opens the door. “Okay I’m about to pass out so I’m gonna take a nap” Luke yawns. “Yeah I’m gonna go take that shower” Michael says. “Y/N I’ll be on the couch watching more reruns” Clara says. By the look that she gives me I know that she wants to talk about you know who. “I’ll join you in a second” I say.

I walk Luke to our room and help him take his clothes off. I tuck him into bed and cover him with the sheets. I don’t know why I’m acting like his mom right now but I’m just doing it because I have to stay normal. “You need me to get you anything?” I ask him running my fingers through his hair. “No I’m good baby thank you” he smiles. “You okay?” he asks. “Yeah why?” I fake smile even though inside I’m raging with anger but also fear. “You seem a little off” he says. “Nope all good. Just got more sun than I needed today that’s all” I say kissing him. “Rest good because I know we’re going back out tonight” I giggle. “I know. You gonna dance with me tonight Princess?” Luke smirks. “Only if you want me to” I giggle. “Hell yeah I do. I wanna feel that ass of yours grind all over me tonight” he grins. “Ugh go to sleep” I laugh getting up. “Bye baby girl” he chuckles. “See you later” I wink before exiting the room. I plop down next to Clara as we continue our reruns of the Kardashians. About a half an hour later, my phone vibrates showing a text from an unknown number. Clara and I both look at each other then back down to my phone.

“Don’t act like you didn’t see me you sluts. You know why I’m here and that’s to get my Luke back. He doesn’t love you Y/N and he never will love you. It has and always will be me. So move out of my way before I destroy you both”

So Nickel is fucking adorable and awesome but like, and I know I am gonna be 100% wrong with this

but I know she looks kinda young, but wouldn’t it be cute if she was actually really really old? And had the voice of a grandmother? I just thought about this this morning and now that she’s been revealed, I can’t stop thinking about how adorable a grandma bot would be. 

Grannie DJD. Furiously packing lunch for all the DJD members.

Or is that just me?

anonymous asked:

i dont know if youre still taking friends themed prompts but if you are then "the one where joey tells rachel" with sterek when phoebe says she met monicas soulmate and introduces them and makes chandler all jealous and worried

“Guys,” Lydia ushers in a pretty, brunette woman and gestures to her, “I want you to meet Carla.” She taps Derek on the shoulder and gives him an intense look, “She’s the friend I mentioned that enjoys cooking, too.”

“Oh,” Stiles jumps in, throwing his legs over Derek’s lap to prevent him from standing. “You like cooking? Wow, that’s… so unusual. I don’t know anyone else that likes cooking.”

Derek smirks at him over his coffee cup, nods at Carla, “Nice to meet you.”

“Hi,” Carla goes to sit down next to Derek, and Stiles wiggles his feet at her, gives her an apologetic look. “Okay,” she says slowly, perching on the chair next to them instead. “I’d been hoping to run into Lydia again, actually,” she looks at Derek, smiles winningly. “I ate at your restaurant last month.”

“Oh no,” Derek pulls a face, “We were terribly short staffed all through June, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it was wonderful!” Carla touches his arm and Stiles eyeballs her hand so hard he thinks he pulls something. She doesn’t notice. Lydia does, however, and elbows him sharply. 

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CopyCat

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 2794

A/N: sorry this took me so fucking long wtf i suck at posting but i love u and thank u for requesting this i really like the prompt and i was excited to write this thank u for being so patient w me :))))))))

also i started writing this as Andrew Garfield’s spiderman then i switched to Tom Holland’s so i’m sorry if theres a different personality type

“One shot where reader and Peter Parker are dating but reader has the same abilities as copycat, so reader can copy anything they see. Reader is also a hero by the name of copycat and one day reader tells Peter and then Peter tell the reader that he is spider man and it gets all fluffy.”

Originally posted by theavengers

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Not a Damsel in Distress (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

So yeah, this is part one of the two part (possibly longer) How I Met Your Mother Series thingy.  I guess we can call it that.  I don’t know.   This one is a Domestic!AU for Bucky.  Yes, Bucky.  My Masterist is sadly devoid of Bucky.  I have become quite obsessed with Sebastian Stan (I may have watched The Martian three times because he was in it even though he was in like three scenes) so yeah.  Here is a Bucky fic.  

I think I’m gonna tag @bovaria because I know she’s also a huge Seb Stan fan.  So yeah.  And she writes Bucky.  And she’s awesome so check out her fics.  She probably won’t see this ‘cause I’m an in-the-shadows kind of writer, but whatevs.  

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Coffee Shop AU / Domestic AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 3,337 words (Jeez…)

Excerpt: You understood: she broke him.  But you now saw it as your personal mission to put him back together.  To make Bucky Barnes whole again.  He brought you lunch; that was more than any of your exes had done for you this early in the relationship.  Or ever.  

It’s not exactly like the show, because it took on its own little thing in my head, but yeah.  Similar idea. 

Originally posted by sebastianstahn

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