two hundred plus

Professor Turned Call Boy | Taeyong Smut

Can I have a call boy smut with Taeyong? He’s your professor in Uni and you’re stressed so you want someone to help with that 😏 You call and ask for the one under the name “Taeyong” not thinking it would be him despite the same name? You’re both surprised, but he found you a sexy student so he does so anyways (really rough, and daddy kink?) Please and thank you 😊😊

Character: Taeyong (NCT) / gender neutral reader (*ignore the fem in the gif, I swear this is gn*)
Word Count: 2989

Warning: well, smut of course. bad language, slight name calling, no condom, creampie, rough daddy kink, teacher/student kink, call boy?? can’t think of anything else :) enjoy!

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This little (SPOILERY, SPECULATION) drabble thing is dedicated to my freaking out and time zone buddy Selina @captainwiley . Because we love to kill ourselves with feels and never go to sleep on time. ❤️

~1000 words

He’s nervous. More nervous than he can remember being in his two hundred plus years. He remembers the time before his possible designation as lieutenant. The memory of bringing Milah on the ship for the first time is still clear in his mind but the nerves he felt back then were child’s play in comparison to the knot in his stomach, the slight tremble in his hand, the dryness in his throat he is feeling right now.

It’s strange because at the time those things felt so determining. For a while, he thought being the obedient lieutenant of his captain brother was his duty, his calling, the thing he was going to be the rest of his life. Then it seemed as if he was going to succeed in running away with Milah, as if he was going to manage to spend the rest of his life sailing across the seas with her. Life intervened each time, tore his plans apart time after time, crushed his hopes and broke his heart until a pile of shards was left.

So much heartbreak and yet… she has managed to glue everything back together and to make him believe again.

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callmeriah  asked:

I was watching that video "children are filmed playing in a big mud puddle" and I couldn't help but to think how the companions would react to seeing something like that. Like after Sanctuary is rebuilt and people are living there. maybe they're walking into Sanctuary with or without Sole and tiny mud babies walk up to them all playful or something. Idk. I just though it would be super cute.

Here we go my Lovely, even though you have most probably forgotten about this since it was asked such a long time ago. I hope this is what you were after <3


Ada had been away from Sanctuary for a couple of weeks, having travelled down to the Southern and South-Eastern settlements on behalf of Sole as they stayed behind to deal with certain repairs that were needed after an attack on the settlement.

There had been a major radstorm, which had quickly been followed by torrential downpour, meaning that Ada had to remain away for a while longer whilst the weather cleared up enough for her to travel.

The sight that Ada returned to was one that both amazed her and amused her to no end.

When she initially came back through the large gates, she had wondered where everyone was- there was only one guard up on the tower, who was looking towards the main area of the settlement.

The only noise that was heard was Ada clanking through the settlement along the damp pathway, but halfway up she heard shouts and cries from the ‘garden’ area.

Ada changed the direction that she was walking in so that she was heading in the direction of all the noise. She walked down the side of the newly built clubhouse and the building that was used as the cafe. She walked across the paving slabs that had been layed down to provide a walkway, and once clear of the building, she saw why there was so much noise.

The settlers that lived in Sanctuary were covered head to toe in mud, with the gardens completely void of the radioactive grass, instead covered in dark brown sloppy mud. Settlers were gathering big balls (or as close to balls as they could get) of mud and throwing it at one another. Mud was being thrown at people’s backs, chests and even their heads.

Sole was hiding behind a settler, trying to avoid a team of people that were trying to get them with mud. In return, Sole was throwing mud back at everyone, laughing as they saw their friends and companions covered in mud.

Ada decided to watch from the sidelines- she was sure that something bad could happen if she got mud in her frame. After a few hours- and the sun started to settle below the buildings- Sole called time on their fun, and then dared everyone to a race to the shower block- last ones there had to deal with cold showers.


Radstorms rolled in to the Commonwealth in waves- it was something that everyone new to the Commonwealth needed to know.

They would start small- sure, you had your small Radstorms that lasted an hour at most and the sun soon followed, but a real Radstorm consisted of several storms, each getting worse until the last one covered near enough the entirety of the Commonwealth and lasted for a whole day. That was something that Cait had observed, and it was something that she told Sole every time a Radstorm rolled into town.

Rain soon followed the Radstorm- not a small amount, but enough to completely drench you from head to toe if you got trapped outside in it.

Sanctuary had just seen a Radstorm, and was completely wet and muddy. Parents kept their children in their homes, on the count of all the colds they could get from the cold. But Sole became restless when you locked them away- something to do with being locked in a cryo pod for two hundred plus years.

So Sole grabbed Cait’s arm, and dragged her outside into the street, before running to the big muddy area that Marcy Long had decided was far to wet to plant any crops in. Cait pulled her arm away from Sole before they could drag her in the mud, and it wasn’t long before Sole had slipped over in the mud, becoming covered and laughing so hard that the entire settlement had come out to explore.

Cait heard shouts from parents as their children (there wasn’t many children in the settlement, with people reluctant to become pregnant unless they were absolutely sure they were safe) ran to join Sole in the mud, slipping and sliding around. Sole tried to encourage Cait to join in, but she just ran in the opposite direction- she’d rather not get that dirty thank you very much- with Sole chasing her down for her to join in the fun.


Contrary to popular belief, not everyone who comes into contact with radiation becomes a ghoul- some people’s bodies are just not able to accommodate the changes that have to be made in order to become a ghoul, the majority of the people with radiation sickness ended up dying. That was what research had shown Curie, and Curie wanted to ensure that everyone knew this fact.

Radiation was not to be played with!

So when Sole told Curie that they wanted to play in the biggest puddle of mud in the middle of Sanctuary, Curie nearly lost her mind. Sole obviously wanted to kill Curie with worry, especially since they encouraged the majority of the settlement to join in with the ‘fun and games’.

They knew that they needed water in order to play in the mud puddle- but it had recently been a couple of months without having any sort of downpour. Sole had decided that they were too impatient to wait, but before they started filling tubs with water from their essential water supply, the sounds of an impending Radstorm rolled in.

They waited the Radstorm out, with everyone bunkered down in their houses (two families per prewar house with a shared living space and singles living in the bunkhouse at the center of town). Security switches went quickly, and the town cooks sent out the meals from the kitchens, and soon the Radstorm ended, the town slowly emerged.

The kids were the first to the puddle, slipping and sliding around to get their first, and soon after Sole followed. Some settlers went in after Sole, but most stayed out, not wanting to get involved in the mess.

Curie stood fretting from the edges- she made a mental list in her head of everyone that went in, and asked her medical associate to prepare everyone a Radaway for when they got out. It was only when a mud ball hit her in the side of the face that she walked away from the site of the adults acting more childish than the children, preferring to stay clean of the mud and the radiation.


The squires on base didn’t often get many chances to just be children- even back at the citadel, there was a strict training regime that meant that a child’s day was filled with all manners of different training- from their educational history lessons three times a week, to their reading lessons every other day, to their daily combat training that many of the children had to go through in order to become Knights- which was a child’s ultimate dream.

Danse somewhat understood the children’s frustrations, however he knew that there were many wars going on, not only within the Commonwealth but across the world, and the children needed to be prepared.

Sole, however, couldn’t understand in the slightest. They’d come from a time where children having a childhood was most important- having a child in any form of army was unthinkable. They wanted these children to have a chance at having some fun, and the cracks and bangs of a Radstorm proved to be the best way to show the children how.

Sole went to a few different Squires and told them their plans, telling them to tell their friends and fellow squires what was going to happen, and where it was going to happen.

Danse felt there was an eerie feeling the day that the Radstorm finally came to a finish- and soon he was to figure out why.

Sole caught one of the first Vertibirds down to the airport in the morning- which was unusual, as Sole was usually one of the last ones out of bed. Danse managed to catch Sole a few hours later, when they’re uniform was covered in mud and dirt, and a group of Squires were chasing each other around playing it, all covered in mud.

Danse may had raised his voice, especially when he got splattered in the face with a large bit of mud hit his forehead and covered his hair. He heard a rough laugh at his appearance- both Sole and Elder Maxson had started laughing, causing Danse to stalk off in mild anger.

Once clean, he and a few other off duty Knights and Paladins went and watched as Sole and the children played- something that Elder Maxson wanted to happen more often- some time out for all his soldiers.


Deacon wanted a mud puddle- he really wanted a mud puddle. He wanted to jump about in it; to splash people with it; he wanted to make little mud angels in it. There was- currently- nothing else he wanted more than to have a mud puddle.

He tried to have one in Taffington Boathouse, but the residents ended up pushing him under the water until he came up clean, then threatened him with the Supermutants that resided nearby- he shuddered at the thought, especially since they told him they’d take all his weapons away from him.

He tried to use the small waterhole in Starlight Drive-in, but once the settlers realised what he was doing to their precious water supply, he had the whole team of security aiming their weapons at him, threatening to throw him out to the Deathclaw the next time one of them attacked the settlement.

He thought about Sanctuary, but quickly shook that idea out of his head- Sole would never let him do that to their prized settlement, not matter how much they like him. However, the thought had been in Sole’s head since the second that they’d mentioned it, and they’d thought of no better place to do it than Sanctuary.

Rain on its own was unusual in the Commonwealth- it usually always came after a heavy Radstorm, never just on it own. However, every once in awhile the skies will open, and along comes the rain.

And rain it did. Deacon had never been happier to see the rain before in his life, because soon he finally had his mud puddle that he’d been wanting since Sole had told him the story of the mud babies.

They had a competition going with the settlers that wanted to get involved- whoever could make the best mud angel, and although Deacon thought that his mud angel was clearly the best, Sole decided that it was actually one of the children that won- Deacon went on to act like a child and throw mud at them for the rest of the day.


Sole had headed back to the Commonwealth a couple of days before Gage did- Sole wanted to run some people- Preston, Sole wanted to run Preston over their plan- through their plan before he arrived.

Whilst Sole was travelling up, a major Radstorm and rainstorm started, covering the entire Commonwealth in dark green hues. Sole had to choose between continuing travelling and bunking down in small abandoned hut on the way to Sanctuary.

Sole decided that they had enough Rad-X and Radaway to get back with, so they just continued home to their large settlement.

It took them a little longer than it normally would have- they didn’t come across any enemies, however it was harder than normal to try and find their way north- the Rads were so densely green that Sole often lost their way.

When Sole finally arrived home, the storm had stopped- they, however, were soaked through and was pretty sure that they had a cold and/or radiation sickness. Sole headed straight for their home- their prewar home- and instead of drawing attention to themselves, they walked around the back of the pre-war properties and headed straight in through their back door. In the small shower room that Sturges had repaired, Sole quickly washed themselves then put on their warmest clothes before heading straight to bed.

When Gage arrived, some three days after Sole did, he arrived to the site of many of the settlers playing in a large puddle of mud in the middle of the settlement- Sole was sat on a bench, watching and laughing along with all the settlers that were playing. Had Sole not been there, Gage would have wondered if he were in the right place.

Gage slowly went and sat down next to Sole, and they both sat down and watched the settlers have a little fun in the disaster that was the Commonwealth. When one of the settlers asked if Sole and Gage wanted to join in, Sole ‘discreetly’ coughed and said they were sick, before turning to Gage expectantly- but was disappointed when Gage sent them a dirty look.


Hancock hated the rain. It was the worst thing ever. Whenever he got wet his skin felt like soggy beef jerky, and the smell was even worst- think burnt leather mixed with something worse.

He tried to avoid getting wet at all costs- Radstorms he was fine in, rain storms he was not. So when he was travelling back to Sanctuary with Sole and it started raining, you could understand why he wanted stop at the nearest place of safety. Sole didn’t want to stop, however after seeing the murderous look on Hancock’s face, Sole went to the nearest boarded up building and knocked through the door, the pair bunking down their for the night.

They slept on the hard floors, placing a mine down in the doorway to prevent anything happening over night. The next morning, after a somewhat good night sleep and the rain coming to an end, they continued on with their journey.

The roads on the way home were wet and muddy, and the pair ended up with wet feet and soggy trouser legs.

They were looking forward to getting back to the settlement- especially Hancock. He was going to change into his spare clothes that he kept at Sanctuary and he’d sit in front of the small camp fire for hours drinking beer or whatever the bartend had that week.

When they walked through the gates into the large community, they heard screaming and shouting, and thinking the worst, they raised their guns and went running to the source of the noise, shocked by what they found.

In the biggest puddle that the settlement had, there was settlers jumping in the puddles as if they were children. There was water, and mud, and everyone looked as if they were having a great time.

Sole sat down and watched what was going on, but Hancock went to his home that he usually stayed in, preferring to be away from the mess and wetness that was going on in the center of the settlement.


MacCready liked to learn all about prewar things from Sole.

At first he just realised that Sole had access to many prewar magazines that he liked reading. Then, Sole started showing him pictures of prewar things- of their car they used to own, and the city before the bombs had dropped. Of Sole when she graduated with her law degree, and of Sole when he started in the army. Of the day that they got married, where there was a hundred or so people attending the wedding, where Sole was in this big poofy wedding dress and Sole wore a smart suit. Of the day that Shaun was born. Of memories that Sole had forgotten.

After the photos came the stories of prewar times- of which was where many. However MacCready’s favourite was the one about the the time that they had played in massive mud puddles when they had been younger. MacCready had loved the idea, and had practically begged Sole to let them do it at any of the Minutemen settlements.

Sole had just nodded, and stated that maybe- one day- they could do it.

MacCready hadn’t thought that Sole would actually go through with it- they’d been quite reluctant to do so, but honestly, MacCready wasn’t too upset about it. Maybe one day, when he went back and got Duncan, he’d do it for him- that would be fun for the small boy, but until then, he’d just have to get on with life.

One morning, MacCready was woken up by the sounds of screaming and laughter- unless he was out in the Commonwealth, camping in unsafe areas, he didn’t like being woken up. He stormed out his house and ended up coming face to face with the thing of his dreams.

In his night clothes, MacCready ran straight for the puddle, sliding over so that he was sat down in the mud.

He spotted Sole out the corner of his eye, leaning and watching everyone have fun in the thing that had taken them so long to plan and execute. Sole hadn’t spotted MacCready- well, not until he threw a handful of mud straight in their face.


Most of Nick’s friends joked about with him about the rain and getting wet- they always would say that they didn’t want him short-circuiting or anything.

He always laughed along, the joke not bothering him too much.

When he had first met Sole, and Sole had first heard the ‘joke’, he noticed that they didn’t seem too comfortable with the joke- he later found out that Sole had thought that it was serious and that he could end up getting ‘damaged’.

After Nick had told Sole that a little bit of rain wouldn’t end up breaking him, however, Sole would still look at him with worry whenever they travelled during a storm.

The pair were travelling around all the settlements that Sole had set up over their time in the Commonwealth- starting down south before heading up north, helping out and settlements or settlers that needed it.

They’d moved along to Murkwater Construction site just as the rain started to get a bit too heavy to travel in. During the driest season Sole had ever seen, a group of minutemen had joined Sole and helped set up the settlement- they’d build a multipurpose multi story building with a cooking stove and dining area, an indoor food growth area and four floors worth of housing for the residents. There was also a small three bedroomed building for visitors to use, which was where Sole and Nick were planning to stay the evening that they arrived.

Once they arrived in the most heavily defended settlement in the Commonwealth (second or third to Diamond City and Goodneighbour), they were shocked at the site before them. Children were running around screaming, laughing and jumping in the muddy marshlands, a crudely made slide heading straight into a pool of murky muddy water.

The innocence of children had never once ceased to amaze Nick, and this had just proved Nick’s thoughts. Children can always find the best of a dark and gloomy situation.

The children had offered the pair to come in and join them, however the pair had decided to head on inside where it was mildly warmer and a lot drier, where a hot mug of what the Commonwealth knew as cocoa was waiting for Sole.

Old Longfellow:

When Sole first came to the island, they were shocked that they practically had to swim to get to Longfellow’s shack. They’d suggested that they build a bridge, allowing easy access- Longfellow was more than happy to have a bridge so long as he didn’t have to build it himself.

He sat and watched as Sole, and one of their friends helped build a rickety looking bridge across to his small Island that he’d owned and his family before him had owned.

Longfellow and Sole had discussed in depth regarding Longfellow’s island opening up as a residential area, allowing both islanders and people from the Commonwealth somewhere to live. Longfellow agreed, and with the wood that was chopped down from the trees on the island, they began building small huts across the island, enough to house twenty families and a small communal area too.

It was an area for families to settle, and Longfellow found that he didn’t actually mind the company that an island full of families brought. When he would have usually found the screams of excitement coming from children mildly annoying and irritating, he found that he didn’t actually mind the small community that he’d ‘helped’ build.

Especially when the children on the island (under the careful watch of their families and the helpful gaze of Sole) decided to make a ‘plan of fun’. For a whole week, the children would do something different and fun every day- and the current day’s fun was a massive mud puddle, splashing around and getting very messy.

Longfellow just sat by and watched, small grin on his face and a bottle in his hand, watching as the children got a chance at being children.


Those that lived in the upper stands were very stuffy about those that lived in the lower stands having fun. There was many times that the children would be running about having fun and it would be ruined by someone who thought they were better just because they had a few more caps that others.

Sole always liked to make sure that they knew that they weren’t better than anyone else.

And how better to do so than to make sure that the whole of Diamond City had a lot of fun. Whenever Sole was in town, they liked to do things that were fun for the community.

One time, they had a big outdoors sleepover, where all the children in the city- and some adults as well- slept under the stars and told stories (mostly it was Sole telling stories of things that they did before the bombs had dropped).

Another time they had a cookout, with Sole forking out caps for all the settlers to eat a proper meal, and they had alcohol for the adults (the upper stands folk had to pay ten caps to join in, something that they detested, so there was only a few people that turned up- the mayor was charged a hundred caps).

But Piper’s favourite thing that Sole organised was the ‘play in the puddle day’. The puddle in question was dirty, full of radiated mud and rather close to the source of the town’s water purifiers.

But when Piper sat on the sidelines watching as all the children splashed happily around in the muddy puddle, she couldn’t help but think of how much of a good person Sole was. Trying to turn people’s lives around to make them happy- even when Nat ran over and tried to drag Piper into the mud (she nearly reconsidered that they were a good person when they came over with Nat and helped trying to get Piper in the mud).


In the Commonwealth, when it rained, it rained.

The grounds of the Castle were bone dry most times of the year, but when the grounds got wet from the rain, they usually got moist, soggy and wet, causing the areas to flood. It didn’t take long before the inner parts of the Castle were protected by flood defences, ready for the rains of the Commonwealth.

When Sole had set out a plan of the minutemen settlements across the Commonwealth, they had decided that the Castle would obviously become headquarters, and therefore, no children (children being defined as anyone under the age of sixteen years- practically impossible to enforce in the Commonwealth, basically, anyone that looked like a child was not allowed on site) was allowed on site, unless special occasions.

So, with the fact that there was no children allowed onsite at any time, you would not expect to find a group of people prancing around in a giant puddle of mud (ruining the crops).

However, one brisk morning, in what must have been March, Sole and Preston emerged from their quarters (underground, where Sarge once had lived), they were not expecting their grown up members of the Minutemen (the group that had promised to help, at a minutes notice) to be splodging around in mud- especially since there was a strict showering regime, and it only allowed ten persons to shower per day.

Preston was shocked and horrified when Sole, leader and General of the Minutemen, got hit in the face with a big mud ball into the face. He was especially horrified when Sole retaliated, throwing a ball of mud back to the very man that threw it in the first place.



It wasn’t that X6 hated fun. He just hated others having fun. Others having fun that wasn’t what X6 would call fun- his idea of fun being an extra ten hours of training, or having a ‘system update’. People laughing and screaming was most definitely NOT his idea of fun.

He could possibly count the number of times that he’d had fun on one hand- a few of them had included Sole in on them. And all of them were in the confided of the Institute, where there was no danger of or from the outside world.

The first memory he had of fun was the first mission that he and Sole had done together, but the fun had come from after the mission. He couldn’t remember the fun part.

The second memory he had of fun was when he and Sole had broken into… he couldn’t remember the fun part.

He couldn’t really remember having fun.

Sole had arranged to meet him in Sanctuary- they needed to head back to their main base to make sure that all their settlers were okay, and that a new defence system that had been set up was working to the correct standards. Two days after Sole left, X6 arrived at the settlement.

As soon as he arrived, he had hit the ground running- he heard a scream (he wasn’t sure if it was from fear or delight, but he’d be sure that he wouldn’t wait around to find out which it was), a scream he was nearly a hundred percent sure was from Sole.


That was the scene that he found. Sole and the majority of the settlers were covered head to toe in mud (he shuddered at the thought), and there was currently a battle between two teams who could get the other team most muddy (something that Sole compared to a ‘snow ball fight’, a prewar thing X6 also didn’t like the thought of).

X6 stayed around and watched as the teams fought, something that he found mildly fun. And was able to remember afterwards.


Sole and Maxson had an unusual relationship- Sole constantly liked to tell Maxson what he was doing wrong when running the Brotherhood, and would always talk about Maxson’s ancestors that they had both met, and had been working with before the bombs had dropped and ended humanity.

Sometimes, the suggestions were what Maxson needed, however most of the times they were not, and the pair usually always ended up at loggerheads.

One of the biggest things they came to blows about where the children on board. Sole had told Maxson all about how the children should not have been there, however Maxson insisted that it was the most safest place for them. Sole would always disagree.

So Maxson did what a Maxson does best.

He allowed Sole to take over on how a child’s life would be run- so long as they got their educational training (reading, writing etc) and that they got at least five hours a week combat training- the rest of the time, they could be kids.

They went out of field trips, visiting Diamond City, spending caps on small things and pieces of foods they’d never tried before.

But their favourite thing they ever did was have the spontaneous mud fight down in the airport. Mud was flying around from all angles, various bits hitting power armour clad men and women, and some even landing on Doctor Li.

The worst thing that the mud hit, had to have been… Elder Maxson’s battle coat. He was not happy, and almost removed Sole forcibly from the Brotherhood of Steel. The kids, however, thought it was funny, even if their laughs got them evil looks from Maxson and twenty extra hours for a week to do their reading.


The Railroads newest safe house was where you would usually find Desdemona now days. She had found herself becoming restless when down at headquarters, and since Sole had founded a new safe house, Desdemona decided that she was going to help aid the set up.

Since very few people knew that she was the leader of the Railroad, (and none of those people were outsiders of the railroad), she decided that she would be safe enough to travel there alone, keeping to travelling at night when it seemed less dangerous, and always sticking to the shadows.

The settlement already had a few pre existing buildings that they were using, (and somehow Sole had managed to stumble across a secret hidden underground bunker that would be extremely useful to the cause) they had very little to set up- just setting up each of the bunk houses so that everyone had their own bed and a small trunk to keep their personal belongings in.

By the time that Desdemona had arrived, there was already several settlers already settled into one of the bunkhouses (Desdemona had agreed that working with the Minutemen was the best plan- the escaped synths could lay low whilst pretending to be part of the Minutemen, and no questions would be asked). It was dark when Des arrived, and Sole showed her straight to the small shed they had been using, equiped with a couple of sleeping bags.

All Des cared about was that it was warmer than it was outside and the relentless rain that had started the second she emerged from HQ could not reach her in here. She definitely was more tired that she thought she would be.

The next morning, Des was happy to find out that the rain had stopped. She had planned to join the settlers having breakfast- that was until she slipped over and fell in the mud, earning a large laugh from Sole. She dragged Sole down with her, and soon, the settlers were emerging to see what all the noise was about- just Des and Sole, practically rolling around in the mud having fun. For once.  

Boss Lady - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

It’s always good to have a close working relationship with your boss. But what if you want to be closer? More importantly, what if the feeling is mutual? AU. One-shot. Roman/OC

I’m standing by the front desk, trying not to stare at Nina Bennett as she escorts a client, surely the last for today, out of her office, leading him down the short walk towards the main entrance of the floor we’re on. Even from where I’m standing I can see her nipples protruding against the flimsy material of her white blouse. It’s the middle of summer and the ladies at the office all have on something flimsier and shorter and more revealing these days. Nina is no exception. How nice for me.

The client has finally left, and Nina is looking through a file as she walks back towards her office. I’m fighting the urge to walk over and block her path mid-step and kiss those succulent lips of hers silly, grip her waist while I’m doing so, kneading her flesh like a masseur working his client. She’s coming closer, black Louboutin stilettos clicking on the tiled floor, her head still down as she continues to peruse the file. A whiff of her perfume catches my nostrils. Fuck. Now I have to deftly shift positions so she can’t see how surfboard stiff I am for her.

I know what you’re thinking. I’m a pervert. I wonder how you’d feel if I told you she’s my boss.

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How the Signs Get Their Money Back

Aries: Ask for it straight up, if that doesn’t work a knuckle sandwich.

Taurus: “Yeah, I’ll take cash, check, or Venmo.”

Gemini: “Just buy me lunch next time.”

Cancer: Slips it out the debtor’s wallet or keeps dropping hints like, “I could sure use a twenty right now”.

Leo: “Don’t worry about it.” Leo can easily let debtors get away.

Virgo: Remind the person….every day.

Libra: “Remember that hundred I loaned you two years ago…”

Scorpio: “You owe me two hundred by this time, plus interest!”

Sagittarius: Ask for pay back right when you forget about the loan.

Capricorn: One way or another whether it’s demanding it, blackmail, or selling one of your things.

Aquarius: Forgets about the loan or asks for a gift from you instead.

Pisces: “You can pay me back in favors.”


The wind smells of smoke and pine.

Soft breezes tickle against the metal grey obelisks, the sharply cut angles of the monuments stark against blades of green grass. The sun looks on from behind, fiery arms hugging the sky and streaking it otherworldly colours.

The Konoha Cemetery is lonely today. An elderly woman lays a wreath of velvety roses on a large gray cenotaph, bowing her head reverently; a small boy and his mother stand quietly by a marble monument, hair blowing in the gentle zephyr.

Shikamaru breathes in, hands stuffed in pockets, head tilted upwards. In front of him is a simple black gravestone, glinting in the golden evening light. A creamy tangle of baby’s breath is scattered in front of it, the tiny petals waving in the wind. Words are etched into the shiny granite, each letter sharp and precise.

Shikaku Nara, Hokage’s Advisor and Chief Strategist.

Rest in Peace.

Shikamaru breathes out, scratches the back of his neck.

“Hey, Dad,” he murmurs, crouching. “I don’t really know what’s going on anymore.”

The air feels hotter all of a sudden. Shikamaru tugs on his collar in an attempt to cool down.

“Everyone’s getting on with their lives,” he says quietly to the granite, brushing his fingers over the ebony coloured rock. “And doing huge, outlandish things. I just want to settle down, you know? Live quietly. Die quietly. Everyone expects so much from me.”

He stops, then, and gives a short, mirthless laugh. 

 “I know what you’re thinking,” he says snidely. “That I sound like a whiny child and that I should just-”

Shikamaru sighs; a heavy, breathy, gusty sigh. 

“I sometime feel like I’m stuck in time, you know, just watching everything, drifting by, and, ha, I love that, but even while I’m drifting there are people who are looking up at me, yelling at me to do things, great things, when I don’t want to do anything,I just want to be average, I just want to live, and I’m so confused-”

His head is bowed now, forehead barely brushing against the gravestone, barely brushing his father’s name inscribed in it. His fists are clenched, and he’s breathing heavily, but he’s pulled himself together.

“You’re right,” Shikamaru breathes. “You’re right. I’m being an idiot. Ah. Emotions are troublesome.”

He stands up, pulling up a few blades of grass as he does. He scatters the thin green blades on the gravestone. 

Shikamaru half turns, and sees the figure behind him, the figure who suggested he make one last visit to the cemetery in the first place, the figure who stood patiently while he got lost, and the figure who is still stands behind him right now.


She just stares back, her cool blue eyes somehow soothing and frightening and reprimanding and loving all at once, and he can read the question in them. 

Are you okay?

He nods, and walks slowly over to her.  The setting sun makes her sandy blond hair appear a fiery red. 

“I have a couple things I want to say to Asuma before I leave,” Shikamaru states. 

She does not reply, just takes his hand. And they walk. 

The DJD never felt guilty for their actions.

They were never affected by the psychic device that weaponized guilt. Moments after it was fired they are seemingly well and not perturbed by anything. They never felt the weapon.

Tarn doesn’t feel guilty for doing what he does in the DJD. His distaste is more in how the others behave when they’re given full reigns on how to deal with the traitors.

“Hard to stop” is merely an excuse for killing two-hundred plus Autobots. Even for the effect of the nuke, none of the DJD feel guilty for killing all those Autobots. It’s easy to put a blame on the nuke, but it is far harder to put the blame on oneself.

Especially since they reveled in the slaughter.

In the end, the DJD were dealt with, but not with absolution or convincing or showing them what they had done.

They died confused and afraid, because they never truly understood what they had done.

Zootopia One Shot #5: The Vulpecular Valentine

Or, Better Titled: In Which A Writer Attempts to Create a Valentines Day One Shot that Contains No Romance Between a Duo that’s Shipped More than UPS

Want to know something interesting about me?

I can write really long stories by accident.

So what was meant to be no more than 9,000 words is now over 25,000 words.

It can be pain to write (not that I could do any shorter… I’m lousy at short stories.), but I’m told that most people are glad for the length. You’re welcome, people. I’m glad I can give you a solid novel to read the day away…

So here you go. 25,000 words of me attempting to write a Valentine’s Day fic that includes exactly no romance. Unless you call vomiting in the backroom of a club romantic.


Judy knew that when she moved to the City things would be different.

The Bunny Burrows had been her home for so long, and she loved everything that they were. Crowded, chaotic, scenic, hands-on. It was somewhere you lived if you weren’t afraid of getting your hands dirty. Judy hadn’t left because she couldn’t. She left because she was the one who wanted to clean them.

And so she’d gone to the city to become a cop. And from the moment she’d stepped onto soil that wasn’t soil at all she had felt completely at home. It was chaotic, it was crowded, it was scenic and it was hands on. Except instead of farms there were skyscrapers. And instead of two hundred plus relatives, it was eight million unknown bodies occupying the same space.

All in all, it was oh so different, but oh so very much the same.

And Judy had loved it…

Sort of…

It did have its moments. Moments where bias was cruel and predators were everywhere and friends were scant and the working world was demeaning. There were days where her landlord was awful (more so than her last one, and that had been a nightmare in of itself) and her small apartment was broken down and cold and leaking and days where she missed the early mornings of the Burrows where there was nothing but the sunrise to wake you. Now her mornings were alarms and air conditioners and creaking radiators and picture frames of her family and far away calls from her parents.

But it wasn’t all bad.

It wasn't…

And then, like a light switch flicking down, it was February. And suddenly not-so-bad turned to not-so-good which turned into not-at-all.

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Over to Gravity Falls : Chapter 1

Rating: Teen
Word Count: 5583
Co-written by: skimmingmilk and syl-writes-stuff
Summary: “It had been difficult, at first, to find information on Mabel and Dipper Pines. It had been especially difficult for Wirt to wrap his mind around what information he did find. The Gravity Falls webpage was an ugly, brown mess with an outdated interface and weak search capabilities. That was why it had been so easy to disbelieve the dates on the articles he’d eventually come across. The main one he’d found, at least with the Dipper Pines he’d recognized, contained a photograph of him fighting a giant bat with a police taser.”

When Wirt and Greg successfully plan a summer trip with a stop in Gravity Falls, Oregon seven months after their stint in The Unknown, they’re not exactly sure what they’ll find waiting for them. Or who, to be more precise. But whether waiting months or years, the Mystery Best Friends inevitably find themselves back together and ready to tackle new mysteries and some delicious ob-waffle.

A/N: Hey, everyone! As promised, here is chapter one of the sequel to our crossover fic “Falling Over the Wall” (wow, that’s a mouthful). If you couldn’t already tell, we enjoy combining the titles of the shows. Anyway, this fic will pick up post-series for both Gravity Falls and Over the Garden Wall, and we’ll get to see what’s happened so far.

Also, this fic does contain the Pinescone ship (which is Dipper/Wirt), so for those of you who’ve been on the look out for some, hooray! You’ve come to the right place! For those of you who find it’s not your cup of tea, then you might want to skip this sequel. Personally, we feel that we really made it work and we’re extremely proud of this fic. We enjoyed writing it, so we hope you enjoy reading it!


Chapter One

“What? What is it, Greg?”
“Is summer a really long time from now?”
“No. It’s not that long. It’ll be summer before you know it.”


As fall faded into winter and winter gave into spring, Wirt was proven just how wrong he was. When the torn, aged page of a journal he’d seen in a place that was almost like a dream - almost, and by dream he also meant nightmare in some ways - had been found in his pocket not a day after they’d been released from their hospital stay, he and Greg gathered around his calendar and counted the days. Two hundred and twenty-nine.

Wirt had sat back, slack-jawed and uncertain if that was actually the correct number, while Greg simply glanced between the number glaring at them on the calculator and the older boy. “I can’t even count that high,” he admitted quietly.

“Sure you can,” Wirt found himself saying, ignoring the tremor in his voice in favor of finding a bold, red marker as he drew a big X over the Sunday November second square. “It’s not that hard. We’ll start with today, and before you know it, this calendar will be full of red Xs. We’ll be X rich.”

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Suits and Ties

A/n: dedicated to sabertooth-raccoon because I know Saber loves solangelo so I thought they would appreciate this // classic undercover lovers/spies au


Will fixed his jacket and took one last look at the mirror before turning to face the door. His hands fidgeted with the ends of his suit jacket; the black cashmere felt soft on his fingertips. However he felt oddly out of place as if someone was watching him, waiting for him to screw up and blow their cover. Taking a deep breath, he finally mustered up enough courage to step out the door.

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anonymous asked:

AU where Steve is Tony's bodyguard!! UwU

Steve has been Tony’s bodyguard for five weeks now. It’s a record amount of time since Happy, most of his new bodyguards averaging around four days before finally quitting. Every once in awhile Tony thinks about asking Happy to come back, but the entire reason he had taken the head of security position at Stark Industries was because he’s a family man now. He deserves something a bit less life threatening.

As it stands, the past five or six guys have had their reasons for leaving. Mostly relating to Tony. If he likes the guy, he puts forth a concentrated effort into making sure they know what they are getting into. Better to wash out in the first month than a year down the road. And if he doesn’t like the guy… well, it’s not too much different.

Steve, though… Tony likes Steve. Tony likes Steve very very much. Which just means that Tony is a bit harsher with Steve than necessary, making sure the guy is going to be in it for the long haul. But Steve has taken everything in stride. Every late night call, every errand, every favor Tony asks… Steve is ready and willing. He even smiles at Tony’s jokes. He laughs at every single one of Tony’s really horrible, really terrible jokes. They aren’t big smiles, and Tony has yet to make the man actually laugh, but they are honest. As if Steve actually enjoys Tony’s sense of humor. 

For a while Tony thinks Steve is virtually unflappable. That is, until Tony starts flirting with him.

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