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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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hey hey hey, could you make sub harry x dom fem reader smut where the reader finds out that harry spying on her in the showers with his cloak, so she takes revenge after the quidditch match on the showers? basically shower sex but reader being dom as hell. face slapping, choking, eating out, lots of degration, just pure sub harry smut!! and i loveee your writing btw love 💖🤧

pairing: harry potter x reader

warning(s): 18+, dom!reader, mentions of voyeurism, shower sex, oral (female receiving), choking, slapping (like once), degradation, mentions of orgasm control/edging

word count: 1.6k

a/n: sorry i haven’t uploaded in a while, i’ve been busy but i have the week off so i hope to post more often! as always, enjoy!

Once you saw the last of the team travel out of the locker room, you were quick to barge in - knowing your boyfriend, and the team’s captain, was the only one left.

He was taking his jersey off when you arrived, his muscular back facing you.

“You were great out there,” you said softly as you approached him, wrapping yours arms around him from the back despite how sweaty he was. You knew you’d be showering with him anyways. It was a little post-game ritual the two of you often loved to share.

Harry leaned into your touch, letting some of the weight from his sore body rest on you. You almost felt bad for what you were about to do to him. He didn’t even know what was coming. Didn’t even know he had been caught this morning. But you surely weren’t going to let it slide.

“Where were you this morning?” You asked him, innocently enough.

“Went to breakfast then came down here,” he answered easily, moving out of your grasp to turn the water on.

“And before that?” You asked him, raising a sly brow at him.

You saw him freeze for a moment, but he recovered quickly. It almost made you giggle - the thought of him thinking he could get away with it.

“What do you mean?” He asked, not turning around to face you. Instead, he opted to begin removing his pants.

“Don’t act stupid, baby boy,” you said, almost mockingly. “We both know exactly what I’m talking about.”

He froze for real then, his hands glued to the hem of his pants. You could practically feel him wracking his brain for something to say, but you both knew he already lost.

When he turned to face you, his expression was filled with guilt and shame. It was almost cute how pitiful he looked. You walked up closer to him, completely invading his space until your chest was pressed against his. You could hear the way his breath hitched before he released a shaky breath, and you knew he was exactly where you wanted him.

“Did you think it was okay to peep on me in the shower? You’re not slick, you know? I know when you’re using the cloak,” you questioned, referencing what had happened just that morning.

You had been taking a shower, excitedly getting ready to watch your boyfriend play in his game today, when you heard an unmistakable swishing along the bathroom floor. You barely even had to look up when you saw it hit the light in exactly the right way. To anyone else, it may have just been a trick of the eye, but you knew exactly what it was. You had been underneath it enough times to know. It was Harry, underneath his invisibility cloak, watching you shower.

And as aroused as you were that Harry had managed to sneak all the way in there just for you, just to see you naked, you refused to give him the show he wanted. After all, he didn’t need to know you knew was there. So you continued your shower as you normally would, finally hearing the unmistakable swishing leave the bathroom once more.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, looking down at his feet bashfully.

“I’m sure you’re not, but you’ll make it up to me. Won’t you, baby?” You asked teasingly, palming him through his briefs to find him already half hard. When all he could do was whimper, you couldn’t help but chuckle, but you let it slide. “Help me strip.”

He moved eagerly, quickly helping you out of your layers until you were naked. You moved under the water, letting it encase you before you turned back to him. He was watching you with eagle eyes, not daring to take them off of you.

“Down on your knees, baby boy. I don’t know what you think you were doing, but I’m in charge now,” you told him, spreading your legs seductively, leaving him with a perfect spot to place his mouth.

He was down on his knees within a second, not even minding the cold, hard bathroom floor. His lips sucked around your clit harshly, forcing your hips to buck up from the wall. He didn’t miss a single beat, almost effortlessly working your body with his lips and tongues. Regardless of how you felt about this morning, your man was good and you both knew it.

“Look at you finally being good. Maybe if you had been good all day, I would have been the one on my knees,” you told him between your moans. You felt more than heard him whimper against your body, picturing the roles reversed.

He got you off quickly after that, wanting to prove to you so badly that he was good, so that hopefully, if you allowed it, he could get off too. You came with a deep moan, your back arched against the cool shower wall and your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him as close as possible to your body. His tongue didn’t stop until you were writhing, forcing him off of you.

When you looked down at him again, a whole new rush of arousal shot through your body. His hair was a beautiful mess, tousled under your fingers and the water. His lips were swollen and wet, slightly parted as he finally got the chance to breathe. And his eyes. Oh his fucking eyes. He looked like an absolute glorious fucked out mess even though you hadn’t even touched him yet. He looked as breathless as you felt. The power you had over this man was borderline insanity.

“Do you think you did a good enough job to fuck me?” You asked him lowly, watching his eyes widen.

“Please. I’ve wanted to all day,” he told you honestly, the plea evident in his eyes.

“I really don’t think you deserve it after your stunt this morning but I’ll be nice. You can fuck me, but you better make me cum twice of your cock before you even think about cumming,” you gave in with a dark chuckle, watching as a blush crept to his face and his cock twitched.

He was on his feet in an instant, easily lifting you up and balancing your body between the wall and his strong chest. It didn’t take him much longer to slip his cock inside of you and from the angle, you could feel everything. Every vien, every ridge, every throb. He definitely chose correctly when he picked this position.

WIth every thrust, his pelvis was brushing against your clit and the tip of his cock was perfectly hitting your g-spot. You couldn’t even hold the moans back. He was proving just how good he was tenfold, he deserved to hear how good he was making you feel.

“You were so fucking bad this morning, you know that?” You asked, slowly dragging your hand up his chest and to his throat. You didn’t clench down hard, but the fact that your hand was there was enough to make him moan. “Who gave you the filthy idea that peeping on me was the right thing to do?”

“Y/N, fuck,” he said back, not quiet an answer, but you knew exactly what it meant. It meant that as your orgasm was building, so was his and he was having a hard time controlling it between your words and your hand so perfectly placed.

And you knew exactly what to do to tip him over the edge. To make him cum and break the rules some more just so you could fuck with him more later. It was devious, but it was the perfect punishment.

“You’re not showing me how good you can be. I know how close you are. Are you thinking about me in the shower again? How good I looked touching myself while you watched?” You questioned, your hand only gripping his throat tighter.

“No. Fuck. I’m being good, please,” he begged aimlessly, thrusting inside of you erratically, just proving how close to the edge he was.

“If you were good, you wouldn’t act like a desperate little boy,” you told him, trying your best to sound coherent through your own moans.

You gripped his chin between your fingers to hold him steady before bringing up your other hand and swinging it against his face, a resounding crack echoing around the empty locker room. His head remained steady, but his entire body trembled. He managed to keep you upright, but he was breaking down slowly, spiraling to his release.

“You better make me cum before you do,” you got out, at least managing to sound menacing enough.

“I’m so close. Please cum, please,” Harry whimpered, fighting against himself to get you there.

No matter what, you could never say that Harry Potter was a quitter. He raced to get you to your finish, and when you did, you contracted around him so tightly he hissed and you released with a scream, unable to hold back the sound. He came with a groan, his head buried in your shoulder.

You took a moment to catch your breath before opening your mouth to speak. “I thought I told you to make me cum twice before you did,” you offered weakly, still a little breathless. But nevertheless, your words had their desired effect.

Harry’s head immediately snapped up and you could already see the apology in his eyes. You chuckled slightly as you slid back down the wall, gracefully landing on your feet.

“Don’t worry, baby boy. You’ll learn your lesson for that one later - nothing a few edges won’t be able to fix. But first we need to finish your shower, hm?” You asked softly, moving his messy hair back out of his face.

He gulped but gave you a steady nod before flashing a barely there grin. He was a little shit - basically asking for a punishment. But he was all yours.

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superhero--imagines · 3 years

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A/N: I apologize for all the profanity in this part ahead of time. I think I’m going to do M/W/Sat updates, as long as my writing permits, and then maybe Wed/Sat updates. I got the day off because it snowed so I thought I would post this since it’s ready haha

* Well you’re royally f*cked

* There’s a big stupid smile curled on your face, and every time you try to hide it, it just comes back wider

* You really shouldn’t be happy right now

* “What has you in such a good mood?” Edward’s got a matching smile of his own.

* Oh shit. It’s fine, you’ll just play dumb.

* “How do you know I’m happy?” How about the dumb grin you’ve got on your face you stupid b*tch.

* You would have smacked your own forehead if you weren’t aware Edward was watching your every move

* You’re lucky Edward’s nice and he doesn’t call you out on it

* “Whenever you’re happy it kind of radiates off of you,” his voice lowers “you know because of your powers”

* Ah, you didn’t know you did that

* “So what do you think about the new girl?” You blurt it out like it’s an intrusive thought

* F*ck. Just-okay just play it cool. Play it cool.

* F********ckkkkk what’s wrong with you.

* Is being happy making you act like a moron?

* He shrugs

* “Just another human, I kind of wish everyone would shut up about it though. Having to hear people talk about her and think about her is getting annoying. It’s like being in a tunnel with one too many echoes.”

* Ah, so he hasn’t noticed yet.

* “I wonder what she’s thinking about.”

* Edward just shrugs again.

* What the f*ck Edward take a hint!

* “Edward?”

* “Yes dear?” He has the nerve to grin after using that pet name. The criminal is teasing you. Some best friend.

* And still it makes you outrageously happy

* You have to force your smile into a straight line

* “What’s the new girl thinking?”

* He looks over to her, Tyler and Mike are fighting for her attention, both of them a moment away from tugging on each arm and shouting “mine!”

* You see him search, you’ve heard enough about his powers to know right now it’s like mall food court level of chatter for him, but in a few seconds he’ll focus on her and realize he can’t hear her thoughts.

* Knowing how prideful he is though, he’ll probably deny it.

* “I don’t know I can’t read her mind” he says bluntly. “Do you think the school music teacher would teach me how to play violin if I asked?”

* “What?!?”

* “I know it’s kind of inconsiderate to ask but-“ you click your tongue

* “No not that!” You gesture towards Bella “you can’t read her mind?!? Isn’t that kind of a big deal?”

* His eyebrows thread together

* “I can’t read your mind either”

* Yes but you’re from a completely different world, in a body that radiates despair (and apparently joy now). You’re basically like some type of eldritch being from another dimension.

* Edward doesn’t see it that though

* “Honestly it’s a relief, one less mind I have to tune out.” He walks ahead of you as you stay motionless in the middle of the hallway

* What the f*ck is happening?

* “Are you coming? We’re going to be late for Biology if you keep lagging behind like that.”

* How could you forget? The whole story starts because Edward is super into Bella’s blood! He fantasizes killing her for like- the entire class period.

* You were worried for nothing, just because they didn’t have the cafeteria moment isn’t that big of a deal

* The thought makes you both relieved and a little sad

* Still it’s for the best, this is the way things are supposed to be

* And who knows, if you have to leave maybe you can poach Rosalie and Emmett to leave with you

* And maybe Jasper, he won’t like having a human around the house all the time

* “Mr. Cullen, Ms. Eleazar” Mr. Banner hands you each a worksheet.

* Oh right the onion cell worksheet. Ah right the mitosis crap. Well hopefully Mike remembers enough that you both can hobble through

* “New year means new seating arrangement!” He tells you both excitedly. The seating arrangements on the projector.

* “Why am I next to Edward isn’t the seating arrangement supposed to be alphabetical?”

* “I decided to go by grade this time, you should be happy! Aren’t you two...friends?” You can tell your teacher is confused by the nature of your relationship, almost as much as you are.

* “Super happy Teach.” You mumble taking your seat next to Edward who’s grinning like an idiot

* “You can’t say he’s picking favorites when it’s merit based.” He grins and you roll your eyes

* Angela’s sitting next to Ben Cheney, they seem to be discussing the trigonometry homework, and how it’s basically impossible

* Oh right, he’s supposed to be her boyfriend this year.

* Personally you think Angela could do way better. But love is blind, you’ll ship it if you have to.

* And right on cue Mike walks in, Bella following close behind. He takes his seat on the table behind you while Bella talks to Mr. Barnes

* “Why didn’t you guys sit with us at lunch today?” Mike is practically leaned over the entire width of the table.

* Before you can say anything Edward snorts

* “Because (Y/N) was getting lectured for staying out all night again”

* Mike looks like his eyes might pop out of his head

* “W-what? Out all night?! Without inviting me!” You roll your eyes.

* “He’s making it more dramatic, I went out for a run early in the morning because I couldn’t sleep and everyone was freaking out because they thought I got kidnapped.”

* Like any vampire or human stood a chance against you and your violent mood swings

* Mike’s so caught up in lecturing you about how you need to be more careful

* “There’s a lot of weirdos out there!” Yeah you live with them

* That he doesn’t even notice Bella’s taken a seat next to him

* Now that you get a better look at her, she is kinda pretty. She’s the kind of person who probably always looks good in photographs, no matter what the angle. Nice cheekbones and big brown eyes. Modest on boobs and butt, but she’s skinny so it works for her.

* “Hey, you’re Bella right?” You give her your friendliest smile, and you don’t miss the light blush that blooms on her face.

* You’re not sure whether it’s from your beauty or because she’s just not used to so much attention. She just nods.

* “Have you already seen the three whole things there are to do in Town on a Friday night?”

* Bella actually laughs at that. She’s got dimples, and little wrinkles that show up at the corner of her eyes. It’s cute.

* “One of those things is going to the library, so really it’s only two things.”

* She giggles again.

* “Is the other one going over to your house to play monopoly?” Mike asks, a grin arching onto his face

* “No my house is out of town, the other thing is to go to the school football game”

* “I’m not really a big fan of football” Bella hesitantly says, and Mike and Edward laugh

* “Yeah no one here does, everyone goes for the half time show, or just to hang out.”

* You’re pretty sure your entire friend group only goes to the games to see your cheer routine, especially this year since you’re captain now. The first junior captain in a long time apparently. The news actually made the local newspaper.

* Everything is going good, and you’re starting to think maybe you and Bella might be friends.

* “Why don’t we have a board game night at our house again? Last time was-“

* You stop sentence, you were having so much fun you almost forgot why Edward was so obsessed with Bella.

* The slight breeze from the air conditioning brings her scent to you.

* You cover your mouth and nose with your hand

* Her scent is REVOLTING

* “(Y/N), are you okay?” Mike asks

* You vaguely feel Edward’s hand on your shoulder, has he not caught her scent yet?

* It’s pretty hard to miss

* Like gym socks, with a overly sweet base, it’s like-

* Your head snaps up, and your hand clamps over your mouth and nose even harder, but not because the scent is revolting

* She smells like cheese, perfectly aged Gorgonzola cheese, or maybe Brie?

* You smell the sweeter undercurrent stronger now, it’s like warm juicy peaches

* Roasted peach salad tossed with Gorgonzola and olive oil

* How many times have you dreamed about eating that while basking in the warm sunlight

* “I knew you shouldn’t have eaten those leftovers at lunch,” Edward says, but you know it’s performative, thank god he’s still got some sense after smelling her.

* “Mr.Banner, I think (Y/N) ate something bad, is it alright if I help them to the nurses office?”

* “Yes and hurry!” He’s practically shooing you out as Edward pulls you by the arm

* Nooooo, you wanna smell her moreeee

* You have the sense to not wine and keep your mouth covered.

* Edward doesn’t take you to the nurse, you both don’t stop walking until you’re at the parking lot

* “What the hell was that?” He asks, it’s the first time he’s seemed even remotely angry with you

* He seems more confused then angry though, you’re so shocked you actually sit down on the curb.

* And after a moment of hesitance Edward sits beside you, placing his hand over your own

* “She smells good Edward, like really good.”

* Edward laughs

* “Yeah I gathered that” he shakes his head. “I thought you were supposed to be a picky eater”

* “I aaaaamm” you moan, your head is cradled in your left hand. “She’s like one in a million”

* “You’re one in a million” you lift your head to see Edward looking at you with that stupid sh*t eating grin.

* “Really Edward my life is falling apart because I want to eat someone, and you think the appropriate response is to flirt?”

* To be fair, he’s always flirting, it’s basically apart of his personality at this point

* “You’re being melodramatic.” He chuckles and throws an arm over your shoulder. “Worst case scenario you kill her, Carlisle doles out his funeral punishment-don’t ask, and then we have to start over as freshman again somewhere else.”

* You groan, you finally worked your way up to a junior, you were just starting to get used to this crappy town, you don’t wanna start all over again in a new one

* “What’s the best case scenario?”

* Edward thinks hard for a minute.

* “Best case scenario...the music teacher agrees to teach me how to play the violin and I impress you with my magnificent playing.” You smack him on the arm.

* “Not the best case scenario for you!” You know he’s doing it on purpose. He just wants to make you laugh

* It works, you do laugh. How much more absurd could this situation get?

* “Everything’s going to be fine, if Jasper can handle having to smell 300 students he thinks smell good, you can handle 1.”

* He’s got a point

* “Wait-didn’t she smell good to you?” Wasn’t that like, the whole d*mn point?

* His eyebrows thread together and he shrugs

* “Um, she smelled alright, no better or worse than the others. I’m not sure what you smelled-“

* What you smelled? The rich but refreshing flavor profile is sublime

* The f*cking heathen doesn’t even know what he’s missing

* “But to me she smelled like peaches”

* Well he kinda knows what he’s missing

* “She’s definitely anemic though, there’s a sever lack of iron in her scent” ah that must be that cheesy smell you’re getting

* Well ain’t this ironic. The girl who’s going to steal your best friend is only getting noticed because of you.

* “I don’t know, personally I prefer Henrietta the 3rds blood, but that’s just me” he’s lying, your blood is good and all, but it’s definitely still not on par with a humans blood

* He’s just trying to make you feel better.

* He rubs your shoulder, before patting it and moving to stand up.

* “Now come on, we have to make you eat some human food so you can throw up in front of the nurse and she lets us leave school early”

* You roll your eyes, anything to leave school early huh?

* “Yeah all right, lead the way Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Brooding”

* “Why do you always say that? I don’t brood that much anymore!”

* “You know how some people have resting b*tch face? You have resting brood face.”

* “Says the person who literally radiates despair” you shove him as you both walk towards the vending machine

* You take a deep breath as you watch Edward fumble with the vending machine

* The dork literally sticks a credit card up to the glass and demands the machine give him chips.

* (Y/N/N) why isn’t this working? Am I supposed to insert my card through this slot?”

* You laugh. You’re pretty sure he’s not doing this on purpose.

* “You’re supposed to use cash Edward.”

* You watch as he fumbles with his wallet muttering:

* “Do you think it’ll take a twenty dollar bill?”

* You watch in amusement as Edward tries - and fails- to use a twenty dollar bill, and then proceed to use obscure profanities to curse “this vile wretch of human technological advancement”

* You feel a sigh of relief escape you.

* Yeah, everything is going to be fine.

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dcforts · 3 years

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[week 4: selfie together]

1.7k, post-canon, non canon compliant.

Three days to impact (moving out with Cas and a bunch of hunter nerds settling into the bunker to set up the Network), and Dean was still elbow deep in messy drawers, sorting through his stuff in one of the research rooms. He couldn’t believe he had managed to hoard that much crap when he spent there not more than six months every year.

Sam had already taken care of most of it and thrown away a lot of junk when he had moved away with Eileen a year or so ago, so Dean had thought that he would be packed in less than a day with what was left. He was wrong.

He was tackling a bunch of phones and chargers all tangled up together, trying to figure out which ones were still working. Between him and Sam they had probably gone through a hundred or so phones, without counting the burners, their dad’s and those of other hunters, passed on after their deaths.

You had to keep them on, check the messages, write down the contacts – for a long time it was the only way to keep the network going and to make sure that no call for help would ever go unanswered.

Hopefully the Network, with Charlie fancy digital system and stolen tech from the Brits, would make things a lot easier. The bunker would become the hunter HQ that it was always meant to be. And Sam and Dean would still go there from time to time, but it would become more like a workplace than an actual home.

Magazines apparently said you had to keep them separated and all that. So, they were trying.

He wasn’t even halfway done when he found his old phone. It was not too ancient or anything and he used to like it just fine, but for Christmas Claire and the girls had gotten him a new one (“not for work!!” said the note attached to it) so he had just dumped it in here.

It had no SIM card, but there were some police contacts (useful) and the Candy Crush app (not useful). He went on to check the gallery and was surprised to find still some pictures in it.

He snorted, seeing one of the last taken – Sam, drunk on Christmas Day, a paper crown askew on his head, trying to focus enough to play Jenga with someone who was out of the shot. Dean didn’t remember who it was anymore. Sam had the most incredible face on.

Oh, there were pictures from when they went to visit Garth! He had taken them at Frontier Stables in Frederic and Dean and Gertie had possibly been equally excited about riding a horse. There were a bunch of pictures of that day, including one Garth had taken of him where he looked like an absolute dork.

Wow, they must have been at least a year or so older, he had totally forgotten about them. Now, he couldn’t just put the phone down and resume his work. He debated with himself (very briefly) if he could afford a break or not and then flopped down on the floor covered in cardboard boxes to look through the rest of the gallery.

Most of the pictures were cases related, articles and crime scenes, then a bunch of landscapes, an amazing looking burger from that joint in Texas.

There was one with Cas that he had taken one night. Dean’s face was on the foreground, on the left, and he was making a funny face, his index finger to his lips. The red couch was visible behind his shoulders and Cas was by his side, his face turned towards the television screen and lighted by it.

They had been cooped up in Dean’s cave for nearly four hours and all that time Sam was freaking out because he didn’t know where they were and he couldn’t find them. When Dean had checked his phone, he had found fourteen missed calls and a bunch of texts. He had sent him that picture back and written shh it's movie night.

Sam had come bursting through the door two seconds later and bitched at him for fifteen minutes for having his phone on silent and then stayed and watched Back to the Future III with them.

This was before he and Cas even got together – well, officially at least.

It felt like so long ago, back when they were all: fingers brushing, intense gazing, losing track of time when alone together. They were so clueless.

It had sorted itself out though. A couple of weeks after that, Dean had fallen asleep on Cas’ shoulder and Cas had spent the rest of the night holding him and he had done that every night since.

Dean smiled and scrolled down, back in time.

More photos on the road, book pages, his car against a pretty sunset. Then a group selfie that they sent to Jody for her birthday. Sam and Eileen were still living at the bunker then and Sam was holding the phone, on account of having three feet long arms. They were standing in the kitchen, Eileen right next to him, under his other arm and Dean next to Eileen.

Cas had appeared on the door as they were getting in position so Sam he had told him to hurry up, get in the frame and he had come to stand next to Dean, stiff like a statue. Sam had said, a little closer, so Dean had slung an arm around his neck and pulled him towards him.

Right when Sam had been about to snap it, Cas had grabbed Dean’s hand, that was dangling over his shoulder. So of course, in the picture Dean looked like a total idiot, with his eyes wide and his lips slightly parted in surprise. He had even stopped breathing a little and Cas next to him had the audacity to look totally oblivious. Dean zoomed in on his face and cackled at himself. God, and what was up with that haircut he had, did he even look at himself in the mirror.

He went on.

A few rows below there was another selfie. It was just him this time and it was terrible, the sunlight making the picture look all wrong, like there was a filter on it. It was a vertical shot that showed just about his face and shoulders.

It had been early in the morning, he was bleary-eyed and there was a little wrinkle in between his eyebrows because he had been in the car waiting for Sam to come back with their coffee for twenty minutes.

Cas had texted him out of the blue, Can you send me a picture of you? and Dean had snapped it and sent it without thinking and then he had written, what do you need it for and Cas had written back, I just miss you. Dean had almost dropped his phone, then put it away and not looked at it until late that night. Yeah, it hadn’t been one of his best moments.

Finally he had managed to pull out the conversation again. He had typed and deleted miss you too and same and same, man about a thousand times and then ended up writing your turn now.

He remembered that Cas had been quick to reply with an even worse shot than the one he had sent. Some blurry picture he had taken under a streetlight, his face wearing an intense expression, as if he needed to focus to tap once on a screen. Still, Dean had looked at it for an hour before he had gone to sleep. What a sap.

Thinking of that photo reminded him of another one. He wondered if? It took a while to find it, but it was there, almost at the end of the gallery, right after a picture of Jody in a ridiculous sun hat from when they all went to the beach for the weekend.

It was there. Their first selfie together. He snorted out loud.

He had been pacing in the map room, cursing at his phone that was stuck with the camera open. He was trying everything and it just wouldn’t close.

Cas had come look over his shoulder while Dean had been furiously tapping, and that was when the screen had frozen and flashed and the result of that was a picture of the two of them from the most unflattering angle, frowning down at the phone. Two half faces, Dean on the right, Cas on the left. Dean thought it was hilarious.

Cas had said, “I think you took a picture,” because he was a great help as usual and Dean had said, “Yeah, no shit Cas,” and eventually had to restart the phone to make it work again.

He couldn’t believe that had happened more than two years ago.

“I’m done with the inventory of the herbs. Are you done in here?” said Cas, poking his head in from the hallway. Dean very obviously wasn’t done, but he was still smiling, so Cas said, “What is it?” and came to crouch beside him to peer at his phone and the infamous selfie, “Why did we take this?”

Dean laughed, “We didn’t. My phone was acting up.”

"And you kept it?"

"Yeah, of course I kept it," Dean said, tilting his phone away, as if Cas would jump him to delete it.

Cas had other priorities. He kissed his temple.

"Okay," he said amused, then, "Do you need help? Charlie is coming over in an hour to set up the - cables."

There were no cables. Cas clearly didn’t know what he was talking about, but Dean had no idea of what Charlie was supposed to do either, so.

"No, just - wait, let's take a picture," he said, grabbing his sleeve before he could get up. Cas settled once again next to him and Dean opened the camera and held his phone up, then got his other arm around Cas’ shoulders.

The light was not great, like anywhere else in the bunker and they looked exhausted after a day's work but still, not a bad sight, if Dean could say so himself.

He focused on Cas on the screen, the little smile on his lips.

He grinned. He was gonna spend the rest of his life with that face, he thought. Jesus.

"Dean?" Cas called, after another moment of nothing.

"Alright, alright," he said and snapped the picture.

@bend-me-shape-me said #deancassummerprompts21 and I said YES

#deancassummerprompts21 #deancas #deancas ficlet #fwf #as in finale? what finale?#i couldnt decide on what idea to focus on so i kept them all #incredibly on time for once #i just didn't want to edit it too much cause i like it????#yeah i know weird #it was fun #my writing

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meet messy | akaashi

Pairing: akaashi x fem!reader

Summary: Request “hear me out: Akaashi Keiji, roommates au! trope: meeting messy & prompt #30″

AN: my first official one-shot for hq is an Akaashi fic. who would have guessed. there’s some language and mildly crude humor in this one. it took me a hot minute to figure out how to do a roommate au + meet messy, but I think it turned out okay! also, I see Akaashi as the quiet teasing type, so I hope the characterization is okay!

also, I tried to post this earlier, but surprise surprise, tumblr didn’t put it in the tags.

“What do you mean you’re running late?” you ask, glaring at your phone as you speed walk down the street. A mumbled curse escapes you as someone walks by and jostles your shoulder, nearly knocking the box you’re carrying right out of your arms. You shoot the man a sour look before turning back to your friend, irritation already softening into a pout. “Kuroo, I’m supposed to be meeting this guy in like ten minutes, what do I do?”

Kuroo’s lips twitch, looking torn between apologetic and amused as he tries to cover up a smile. “You’ll be fine,” he tells you, not for the first time. “And I would have been on time if someone hadn’t—shit!” Kuroo disappears from the frame, hissing what sounds like ‘demon’ under his breath as the camera shifts.

Suddenly, you’re staring at Yaku instead, his tawny eyes narrowed as he hunches over Kuroo’s phone. “Don’t believe his lies,” he says, scoffing when Kuroo grumbles something in response, voice muffled. “The only reason we’re late is because Kuroo—”

“Oi! Yakkun!”

Kuroo grabs at his phone, but Yaku is faster, ducking under his arm and barely managing to evade his former captain’s outstretched hand. The camera is jostled again, giving you a shaky view of the subway that has your eyes rolling. Even now they still act like bickering teenagers half the time. It’s as endearing as it is annoying, but you’ve known them since high school, so you really aren’t surprised.

It takes a few seconds for the camera to stabilize again, and this time you’re faced with the voice of reason among the three of them. He rubs the back of his neck, smile a little embarrassed as Kuroo and Yaku continue to bicker behind him.

“Kai,” you greet him, a smile automatically tugging at your lips in response to his. “I didn’t know you and Yaku were coming with!” You knew that Kuroo asked Kenma to come with—as expected, he declined—but you had no idea the rest of the former Nekoma third years would be making an appearance.

He shrugs with one shoulder, casually ignoring your friends arguing behind him. “We heard you might need help moving boxes later,” is all he tells you.

“Hopefully,” you tell him. “And thanks. The main reason I invited Kuroo was for the muscle anyway.” A muffled sound of protest comes from off to Kai’s left, but you know Kuroo is secretly preening from the pseudo compliment.

Kai only nods, smiling again. “We’ll be there as soon as we can. It shouldn’t take us more than twenty minutes.”

Before you can respond, Yaku shoves himself under Kai’s arm to pin you with a firm look. “If he tries anything, go for his—”

“Give me that!” The phone is plucked out of Kai’s hands and suddenly you’re staring at Kuroo again. He glares down at Yaku, eyes rolling, before he turns his attention to you. “Twenty minutes,” he tells you firmly.

“I’ll hold you to that,” you say, quickening your steps. Pulling your gaze from Kuroo’s, you glance up at a street sign and wrinkle your nose when you realize how close you are to meeting your new potential roommate. “You promise he’s not weird, right?” you ask suddenly, looking at your phone in time to see his brows furrow. “Because so help me, Kuroo, if you’re letting me move in with some creep, I’ll never forgive you.”

The only reason you even agreed to maybe move in with a complete stranger is because he’s a friend of Kuroo’s. Apparently, they’ve known each other since high school during their volleyball days, but you’ve never had a chance to meet before now. With his friend having an empty room and you being in desperate need of a new place to stay, Kuroo’s suggestion only made sense. And you trust his judgement. Usually.

The look Kuroo sends you is nothing short of offended. He presses his hand to his chest like you’ve wounded him, and you roll your eyes at his theatrics. Despite that, Kuroo is serious when he responds. “Do you think I would let you move in with someone I didn’t trust?” When you shake your head, he continues. “Akaashi doesn’t bite. I promise.” He grins. “Unless you’re into that.”

You make a face. “I’m hanging up now.”

He cackles. “We’ll be there soon. Be safe.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wave him off, glancing up at another sign, “just get your ass over here.” Yaku and Kai call out their own goodbyes before you end the call, your smile lingering as you shove your phone into your back pocket, still struggling with the box you’re carrying.

Of course, that’s the moment your morning goes from bad to worse.

You’re so busy working your phone into your pocket with one hand and juggling a box with the other that you don’t see the man hurrying towards you, also not paying attention to his surroundings.

You shoulder collides with his. You stumble. The box starts to slip from your grasp. “Shit,” you hiss, flinching as hot coffee splashes down the front of your shirt. It isn’t hot enough to hurt, thankfully, but it’s bound to leave a nasty, uncomfortably wet stain on your chest for the rest of the day. Perfect. That’s exactly what you needed five minutes before you’re supposed to meet your new roommate for the first time. So much for a good first impression.

The man who bumped into you grunts in surprise. He stumbles back as your eyes snap up, and you note with the smallest hint of smug satisfaction that there’s an equally dark spot staining his crisp, white button-up.

Dark blue eyes flicker up to meet yours, wide in alarm.

In any other situation, you might have taken a moment to appreciate the sharp angle of his jaw, or his stupidly pretty face, but right now you’re nervous, stressed, and wet, so all you do is glare and snap, “Watch where you’re going.” His lips part, but you’re already storming past him, mumbling “asshole” under your breath.

You’re already halfway down the street before he regains his bearings; you don’t notice his eyes following you until you disappear.

…

Fuck me, is the first thought that comes to your mind when you find yourself standing in front of your potential roommate’s apartment. There’s a post-it note stuck to the front door, telling you and Kuroo to let yourselves in because your new roommate had an errand to run, but would be back soon. This, of course, wouldn’t be a problem if Kuroo wasn’t late and wasn’t the one with a key to said apartment.

You aren’t sure what’s worse: having to stand here for the next however many minutes like an idiot until Kuroo arrives, or his friend coming home first and having to deal with that conversation without your moral support. Neither option is particularly appealing, but you’re staring to get odd looks from the neighbors and it’s really fucking hot outside, so you’d take the awkward conversation over waiting.

A brief text to Kuroo informs you that they just got off the subway, but should be here soon. You shift your weight from one foot to the next, biting your lip as you continue weighing your options.

Eventually you just say fuck it and slide one of the bobby-pins from your hair. No one has to know.

Unfortunately, picking a lock isn’t nearly as easy as you’ve been led to believe.

“Seriously?” you grumble, jiggling the doorknob and squinting at the pin you have jammed into the lock. Maybe this was a bad idea. Now you definitely look like a creep.

“Need any help with that?”

You lurch away from the door with a yelp. The bobby-pin falls out of your hand and clatters to the floor, only incriminating you further. Whirling around, your expression becomes one of horror when you meet a pair of questioning eyes.

Oh shit, he’s hot, is your first thought, your breath catching when you lock eyes with the most gorgeous man you’ve even seen in your life. Messy dark hair. Deep blue eyes. A sharp jaw. All lean muscle. Oh, yeah. Definitely a former athlete. Your eyes wander down to his chest where the top buttons of his dress-shirt are undone. You glance at his collarbone before moving lower, freezing.

Your second thought is, oh shit, I spilled coffee on this guy and called him an asshole. The stain on his shirt matches yours perfectly, and wow, okay, today really couldn’t have gotten any worse, could it? Not only is your new potential roommate hot as sin, but you’ve already made a complete ass of yourself in front of him, the breaking and entering aside.

He clears his throat, staring at you expectantly; you blush, face burning as you realize you’ve been gaping at him openly.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” you blurt, like an idiot. It’s exactly what it looks like. The way his right eyebrow quirks upwards tells you he isn’t fooled, and you’re surprised when he doesn’t call you out on the lie.

“You must be Kuroo’s friend,” he says instead, observing you carefully. The, admittedly correct, assumption makes you more embarrassed, if possible. You aren’t sure what the assumption says about you, or Kuroo for that matter, but right now you kind of just want to lie down on the floor and die a little bit.

You wet your lips, trying not to squirm under his intense gaze. It’s analytical, but not calculating, and your breathing hitches as he continues to stare. “I… yeah.”

It comes as a surprise when he only nods, eyes snapping away from you as he digs his keys out of his pocket. You step aside quickly as he steps up to the door, his arm brushing up against yours. You stiffen, but he doesn’t shy away from the contact. “Sorry to make you wait,” he says, pulling the post-it note off the door and turning towards the lock.

“It’s fine.” You grab your discarded box off the ground, holding it to your chest as he opens the door and gestures for you to walk inside. Your smile feels forced as you comply. With your head ducked towards your chest and your eyes on the floor, you don’t notice the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You should apologize, right? Yeah, you should totally apologize for spilling coffee on him and yelling at him in the middle of the street.

He follows you inside and shuts the door, meeting your eyes as you spin around to look at him. “I’m really sorry about—”

But he’s already shaking his head. “I wasn’t watching either,” he tells you, ending your apology before it can start. “Akaashi Keiji,” he says, holding out his hand for you to shake, like a normal person.

You tell him your name, trying not to shiver at the way his fingers wrap around yours. Fuck, his hands are big. Like, really big. And warm. You definitely wouldn’t mind having them wrapped around your—moving on.

The corner of Akaashi’s mouth twitches like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. “So,” he starts casually, dark eyes watching you carefully, “when would you like to move in?”

#akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #and so far one for hq #hq drabbles

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blurry-fics · 4 years

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Tell Me We’re Okay

Pairing: Tyler Joseph x Reader

Warnings: Angst, profanity

Word Count: 1958

Request: please please please do a Level Of Concern type chapter!

Author’s Note: I tried to balance scenes from the lyrics and scenes from the music video so that I could capture all of Level of Concern! Also, requests will be opening on Friday, so start thinking of ideas :) I hope you enjoy this one! (picture credit)

Your foot tapped nervously against the tile floors. You already had one hand tightly gripped around the straps of your backpack, ready to pull it up over your shoulder as soon as you got the ok to leave. Class was supposed to end nearly five minutes ago, but your professor was still droning on. At this rate, you were going to miss your normal bus home and end up waiting fifteen minutes in the rain for the next one.

“Sir? Class is over,” someone hesitantly said, their hand barely raised over their head.

Thank you, random classmate.

“Is it? Oh, look at the time! We’ll finish this next week. Thank you.”

You shot out of your seat, pulling your backpack over your shoulder as you weaved through the other students who were still packing up their things. If you were fast, you could probably still make it the two blocks down to the bus stop in time.

To your surprise, Tyler was standing just outside the classroom, his back pressed to the plain white wall. He looked up when he heard the door open, a smile instantly lighting up his face. In one fluid motion, he picked up his backpack from where it was sitting on the ground and fell into step with you.

“I was wondering where you were,” he said, a smile still plastered on his face. “I got here like twenty minutes ago.”

“Sorry, class ran late,” you said, as if it were your fault. “Did you need something?”

“Um, I did actually. That’s why I waited out here to talk to you.”

You didn’t have time for his lengthy explanations. “Can you make it quick, Ty? I really need to make sure I don’t miss the bus.”

“Yeah, ok. So, basically, my music professor wants us to film a video for a piece that we wrote earlier in the semester. I’ve been brainstorming all week and I haven’t come up with any video ideas that I like and I’m starting to get really stressed out because we only have a few days left. Plus, there’s this girl in my class - Julie - who already did hers and it’s really good. I don’t know if I can live up to that. I even called Mark to help but he’s out of town this week so he can’t.”

You pulled your hood up before pushing open the metal door that separated the stairwell from the outside world. The sound of rain splashing against the pavement instantly filled your ears, making it more difficult to hear Tyler. He was still rambling on about his project.

“What I’m trying to get at is that I was wondering if you had any ideas?”

“Ty, listen,” you stopped walking for just a moment, “I would love to help, but I don’t have time to sit here and help you brainstorm. I need to catch my bus so I don’t end up stuck in the pouring rain for twenty minutes. I’ll call you later, alright?”

Tyler’s face fell, but he nodded slowly. “Cool. See you later.”

You gave him a quick kiss and turned just in time to see the bus come over the hill up ahead. With rain splashing over your feet, you jogged the final blocks to the bus stop and boarded just before the doors closed.

* * *

“Again?” you muttered as the familiar beginning of Tyler’s voicemail played. You had called him numerous times over the past couple of hours, but each attempt was sent straight to voicemail. If you were being honest, it was starting to get a bit worrying.

You set your phone down, deciding to wait another fifteen minutes before you attempted to call him again. It wasn’t like him to not pick up your calls, but maybe he was wrapped up in his music project and didn’t hear his phone ringing. This wouldn’t be the first time it happened, you had lost count of how many times Tyler had missed your calls when he was doing homework or writing music.

Your phone buzzed a few minutes later. Eager to see if it was finally a response from Tyler, you ignored the paragraph you were reading to check your messages. As expected, there was a new message from Tyler, but it wasn’t as friendly as you had hoped.

Tyler: Please stop calling, I’m trying to get this project done.

Y/N: Did you need help?

You tapped your fingers against the edge of your phone, waiting for the little bubbles to pop up and let you know that Tyler was typing. It wasn’t until just after you had given up on waiting and gone back to reading that a text message from him finally came through.

Tyler: I thought you “didn’t have time to sit and help me brainstorm”

“Shit,” you muttered, reading over the text message a few more times as you tried to think of a good response.

Y/N: I was just worried about missing my bus, but I’m more than happy to help you now

An uncomfortable pit settled in your stomach as you waited for Tyler’s answer. It wasn’t like you two to get into fights, and you hated to think that Tyler might be mad at you for a little while. Could you really not have sacrificed fifteen minutes to help him out?

Tyler: You don’t have to

But you wanted to. Without a moment’s hesitation, you stuck a post-it note in your textbook and closed it with a thud. Your shoes were still sitting by your bed from when you had gotten home, so you quickly slipped them on and grabbed the rest of the things that you were going to need.

You weren’t going to let Tyler deal with this alone.

* * *

“You’re not my pizza,” was the first thing out of Tyler’s mouth when he opened the door.

“Sorry to disappoint,” you said.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to help,” you smiled. “And I brought snacks.”

On the way to Tyler’s house, you had made a quick stop to the grocery store to pick up some of his favorite things: Red Bull, you weren’t sure how long this video shoot was going to take, his favorite candy, and a couple bags of chips. Along with keeping you two fueled, you also hoped it would let your apology go over a little bit smoother.

“I’m really sorry for how I acted earlier today. It was wrong and I should have stayed and helped you out, even if it meant taking a later bus.”

Tyler crossed his arms, “I was explaining how much of a toll this project is taking on me and it’s like you weren’t even listening to me.”

“No, I know. I should have been a better listener and I’m sorry for that. That’s why I’m here now, to make up for it.”

Tyler pursed his lips and held a hand out, motioning for the plastic grocery store bag that you were carrying. You passed it to him, half expecting him to take it and shut the door in your face. He opened it up and looked through it, examining the contents.

“Apology accepted, you can stay,” he said, looking up at you with a smile.

“So we’re alright?”

“Yeah, we’re ok. Come here.”

Tyler held out an arm and you happily buried your face in his shoulder. The button down that he was wearing was a bit scratchy against your cheek, but you were just happy that he wasn’t mad at you.

“I love you,” you mumbled.

“I love you too.”

“So, how should we start brainstorming?”

“Well, I actually have an idea. Here, let me show you.”

Tyler grabbed your hand and led you towards the basement. Your jaw dropped as soon as you reached the bottom of the stairs. There was stuff all over the place: outfits thrown over the back of the couch, multicolored lights, flashlights of various sizes. The only clear space was right in front of Tyler’s desk, which just so happened to be where the camera was set up.

“What is your idea?” you asked, beginning to slowly tiptoe through the piles of stuff towards his room.

“Since it’s about quarantine and bunkers and all that, I thought it would be cool to make a music video that’s also sort of a home video. It’s actually really nice that you showed up because I needed a second person for the other camera.”

“What about your family?” you asked, suddenly realizing how silent the house was.

“They went out to dinner so I could have a quiet workspace, but that was before I realized I needed a cameraman.”

“That was nice of them.”

“Yeah, it’s a lot easier to film without someone constantly yelling.”

“Zack?” you laughed.

“Exactly.”

Tyler set the bag of stuff you had brought down on his desk and collapsed on his bed. You sat down next to him and slowly laid back next to him.

“So, where do we start?”

* * *

You quickly lost track of time as you and Tyler worked on the video. It was surprisingly fun helping him out, doing things like costume changes, helping him with his instruments, or finding the perfect angle for a shot. There were a few hiccups with Tyler not being totally happy with something, but you always managed to calm him down and get it fixed. As it turns out, the two of you made a pretty good team.

“Alright, I just need to add the credits and then it’s ready,” Tyler smiled.

“It only took us…” you picked up your phone and checked the time. It was almost one in the morning. “...seven hours.”

“Hopefully the outcome will be worth it.”

“It will,” you smiled, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I told a friend in my class the other day that I haven’t been this nervous about something since I asked you on a date,” he laughed.

“This project means a lot to you, it makes sense to be nervous.”

“I know.”

You smiled as Tyler typed your name into the credits under the title “Assistant Creative Director.”

“That’s a nice title,” you laughed.

“Maybe one day it will be on a music video for millions of people to see,” Tyler said, leaning his head against yours. “Alright, are we ready to watch?”

“Yes.”

Tyler passed you one half of his earbuds and stuck the end into his computer, which was whirring loudly from trying to run the editing software. You gave him a thumbs up and he hit play.

There was a smile on your face for the entire video. You loved everything about it, from the music that Tyler had worked so hard to produce to the dance moves that he had whipped out for the camera. You were glad that he had a tripod for those shots, you weren’t sure that you would have been able to keep the camera steady enough while you were laughing at how cute he was. There were even a few shots that you had made it into.

When the video finally ended, you turned to Tyler with an excited smile on your face.

“Ty, this is amazing. You nailed the assignment.”

“You think so?” he asked, his eyebrows raising ever so slightly.

You nodded, “I really do. I loved every second of that.”

“Thank you so much. For your support and your help, it really helped keep me calm,” he smiled.

“Of course, I’m always going to be here for you.”

Tyler grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss. You smiled and leaned closer to him, finally letting the exhaustion from helping him set in. On his computer, the music slowly faded out.

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amoristt · 7 years

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Sunday Keepsakes | Nathan x Reader

disclaimer: i know nathan is not a good person. i am not putting a blanket over his actions in this fic. i, the writer, understand he’s not an innocent character and has made many terrible choices. im just answering people’s requests, please dont put me under the fire for it.

thank you.

Anonymous asked: Hi could you write a fluffy NSFW nathan x reader but they're married?

i loved writing this sooo much... i tried to age him mentally as much as i could, hopefully its not too ooc! enjoy <3

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Warning: language

Rain was the soft sound you’d woken up to. It pattered against the windows that were still covered by pulled down curtains, and when you rolled over you found the other side of the bed empty. You groaned disappointedly and brought yourself to sit up. Tired and hazy from your slumber, the blankets wrapped around your waist as you tried to crawl off the mattress, and you barely registered clumsily picking them off the floor before venturing out the door.

The hallway floors were cold against your feet even in early spring, and you shivered thanks to the exposure of only being dressed in a baggy t shirt.

“Nathan?” You yawned, fingers running along the wall as you peeked quietly into your child’s room. It was empty save for the the crib, and you smiled at the silence. Your baby was still sleeping soundly, and you realized this had been the first night in weeks that you’d had a full night's sleep.

You called out for your husband again and shifted your fingers through your hair, then you turned into the living room and leaned against the wall at the sight before you.

Nathan was wrapped up in looking into a binder, his hair a mess, his clothes loose and unfitted. Short flashbacks ran through you, dating all the way back to when you’d first him. He looked like he did now, sitting while leaning forward, staring into a binder almost secretively. However unlike when you’d first met him, when you cleared your throat he didn’t yell at you to go away. Upon seeing you watching him, Nathan instead set the binder on his legs and leaned back.

“It’s about time.”

You smiled, pushing off the wall and finding your way next to him on the couch after urging him to scooch over. Like you’d done countless times before you leaned and placed a kiss on his lips, one that he returned happily. All was well.

“Morning.” You replied softly. The binder on his lap gained your attention and when you looked at the photos you felt your heart flutter. It was the family album you and him had put together throughout the years, stock full of a mixed variety of photos.

Some were aesthetically pleasing, ones that he had taken of you in front of the sky or sitting among flowers. His style had drastically changed throughout his years, going from monochrome and haunting to something more focused on a bright side of life. In some way it felt witnessing a caterpillar, afraid and young, morphing into a butterfly.

Other photos were professional shots of important dates in you and Nathan’s history, and your eyes lingered over a particular one. “Remember that?” you asked fondly, placing an index finger on the thin plastic cover. He took one look at the image and sighed into a smile. It wasn’t a great photo so to say, the angle was mostly wrong and if you were being honest it made you look like a goblin, but the memory is what mattered.

Your 5 year anniversary. It was a serene celebration, one where you got to pick the location. You chose the area where you and him would often sneak to when you skipped class- an empty field beside a long river that ran into the wide ocean. A blanket was set out, a basket in the middle and drinking glasses on either side. The date was incredibly well put together compared to the other casual ones you had, but the both of you enjoyed it. Your friend snapped a quick candid photo before parting ways and leaving you and Nathan, and the photo consisted of you two looking up in confusion. You looked ugly, unsuspecting, but comfortable.

It was nostalgic seeing the both of you so young. It hadn’t been too long since that anniversary but you both did look different now. Nathan’s hair had grown darker, he stopped slicking it back and instead would usually just let it do whatever it wanted. Your hair ended up growing out much longer than it had when you were young, and thanks to the sun had lightened a few hues. That field was the site of a canoeing business now. The river had a ‘do not swim’ sign nailed to a post.

Nathan turned the page and stopped to tilt his head at one of the photos, then he laughed.

“Bailey.” He mumbled. You followed his line of sight and then you too, let out a breath of laughter.

This picture was one that you had taken. It was a gorgeous day at the beach, the sky golden with the late afternoon, and Nathan was knee deep in the waters while you were out sitting on the sand. He was older, 23. In front of him was a white and brown pitbull, a thick stick in it’s mouth that Nathan was trying to retrieve.

Bailey was an amazing dog. She was sweet and well trained, and she never once showed a fang to you or your husband. Before Bailey, Nathan swore up and down he could never get a dog because they were too messy, too much work, but when you were volunteering for a shelter trying to gain some more college credits he’d seen her. She was curled up in the corner of her cage with a caution sticker, but she was nothing but kind. Nathan adopted her that day and you had no complaints.

She was the perfect companion, but she was old when you’d adopted her. It took Nathan a while to get over her, as did it for you, but looking back at the image made you feel happy in a melancholy kind of way.

Before a lump could form in your throat you flipped the page again.

“Oh,” you grinned, pointing at a photo of him standing in front of Cedar Point’s gates. “Remember this?”

Nathan rolled his eyes and groaned, placing a hand on his forehead. “How could I not? You dragged me on every single coaster.”

You gently nudged at his shoulder. “Don’t act like you didn’t have fun.”

He glared at you, unamused. “I threw up like 3 fucking times.”

“Yeah, afterwards.” You flipped the page again, then almost did once more before he stopped you.

“Wait,” His features softened at one particular photo that was larger than the rest. You leaned your head to the side, a fresh and content smile forming on your lips. Your wedding day.

“It was nice seeing you in a suit and tie.” You remarked teasingly, but softly. Lovingly. “Even if you didn’t tie it yourself.”

“You can’t tie a tie either.” Nathan’s eyes never left the image, tracing over every edge and pixel. It was an amazing photo, one of your best.

Though the official picture with you standing beside each other was a favorite, it didn’t compare to the candid one Victoria had captured. You and Nathan dancing together, a loving grin adorned on both of your faces. The dress was white and pooled over the floor like a waterfall, the color a crisp contrast to Nathan’s black, fitted tux. Of course you’d seen Nathan smile before, you’d seem almost every expression there was to know, but on that night when you looked up at him you were taken aback by how peaceful, how happy he was. There was nothing weighing him down.

“I almost tripped walking up the aisle.” you breathed, wanting to cover your face at the embarrassing memory. He laughed beside you, flipping the page.

“I would have lost my shit.”

“I think everyone would have.”

There were a few more images here and there of your friends and family- Nathan’s father void of all of them. The day you left Blackwell was the best of your life, and you knew your husband felt the same way. Although you two were obviously not married at that point you both knew that you would be soulmates, and so you two disappeared together. Adults and fully capable of making it, you and him settled down in ome urban area you didn’t even know existed. It was peaceful, the neighbors were friendly. It was just what the two of you needed.

At first you were afraid that he wouldn’t do well in the new environment. He’d been working on his anger and outbursts for quite some time but this was a drastic change in lifestyle- what if he couldn’t handle it? However, Nathan certainly did surprise you.

Much like you, a kinder and less dramatic city was what he needed. He no longer felt like he was the freak of a town, and something about knowing he could have a fresh start made him want to be better than before. He waved to neighbors, he thanked the mailman.

He had his moments of weakness but you were there to help him, and before you knew it he was truly turning into the man he always wanted, and could have, been. When you were younger you’d never have imagined settling down with him. You’d never even had imaged him being willing to settle down.

Without the overshadow of his father and the pressure of working beneath him he started searching for new options, and eventually settled down for being a designer and part-time wedding photographer. For a time before that he tried to take a place in building but it ended up not working out, as he discovered that he was a horrendous builder.

But, luckily, he had directions for assembling a crib.

Your baby was unplanned but it was a blessing, and you were taken aback by how mature Nathan was during the whole ordeal. When you told him the news he was oddly silent for a time, and you were terrified that this wasn’t what he wanted. You and him had never really discussed children- you always assumed thanks to his father he wouldn’t want to raise a child, but then he told you he was happy. He told you this was good for the both of you. He told you that you’d make great parents.

Nathan, behind this, was afraid however. You could see it in his eyes as the months went on. He was nervous that he would end up like his father, cold, uncaring, and distant. Try as you might to push those thoughts out of his head he still had his doubts but that was to be expected- you had them too, but they were gone on the night ___ was born.

She was so tiny in your arms, and she was so beautiful. Nathan held her so gently and a smile broke over his features, and it lit you up. Now, here she was, nearly a year old and you two were doing great. Some days were harder than others but you were content.

You and him had a house together, away from Arcadia Bay, away from his father and away from his reputation. Of course Victoria was still around here and there- and she was a story just as much as he was. She still had so much fire in her but her edges weren’t nearly as sharp as they were when you’d first met. She was kinder now, and she had a loving husband with a baby of her own on the way. Nathan also still had ties with his mother and sister, though they only showed up for the greater holidays. His sister was kind, she loved you. His mother was sweet too but you could see something behind her eyes, and you wondered if she thought you stole Nathan from his family.

You flip the page, looking at more memories, and Nathan goes rather silent in thought for a few long seconds but they aren’t tense. The rain never let up even after pouring down all night and evening, but it calms you in some sort of way. Leaning your head on Nathan’s shoulder, you smile when he lets out a deep breath.

“Did you ever think we’d end up here?” You asked without looking up at him.

“Fuck no,” He answered with a sharp laugh. “I didn’t think I’d make it to 22.”

“Are you glad you did?” This time you do move to look up at him, reaching to flatten down some of his hair. He doesn’t move under your touch like he used to years ago.

Nathan’s eyes soften down at you, and you remember how much leaving Arcadia Bay has affected him. It had been a slow and gradual process, and it had been anything but easy, but he’d come so far from the angry, bitter, teenage boy who lived like it was him against the world. He wasn’t nearly as angry anymore. He had his moments where the child he once was would part through, but he’d learned to catch him, take a moment to remember how he was different now. He was better now. He smoked but he wasn’t much of a drinker anymore, and he’d kicked drugs years ago. It was an incredible feat, and you and him both knew it.

Part of you expected him to say something sarcastic, but he leaned down and placed a brief kiss on your lips. “You know I am.”

You smiled, looking back down at the photos. There were just so many, some artistic, some candid, and some horrendous that didn’t compliment your face at all. But you kept them, remembered every single moment and every single story each one held. When you were a small child you imaged an easy life, one where you and your soulmate would click the moment you laid eyes upon each other. It would be smooth sailing and everyone would envy your relationship, wonder why they couldn’t find someone who loved you as much as your ‘prince charming’ did. But Nathan was not a prince charming. When you’d met him he was insufferable, and you were scared of him. Little did you know that he would end up being the person you’d devote yourself to, the person you’d give everything to. You never once stopped to think you could be the one he changes for.

Thunder sounded from outside but it was distant, echoing. Nathan leaned back against the cushion of the couch and you followed him, setting the binder on the coffee table and lifting your feet up so you could cuddle against his side. He faced up at the ceiling and closed his eyes.

“What do you want for breakfast?” He asked flatly, voice tired. You shrugged. “If you don’t pick something I’m gonna skip it all together.”

“Fine, fine, waffles.” You giggled, shutting your eyes. Breakfast sounded appealing but neither of you make an effort to get up, Nathan’s arm snaking around your body and resting at your hip. You could’ve fallen asleep right there if you wanted, but it was already 11 am, you should be getting up and getting ready for the day. Another roll of thunder sounded and you yawned, reluctantly pulling away from his comfortable hold and patting his chest. “Alright, time to start the day.”

Nathan groaned and grabbed a throw pillow from the end of the couch, wrapping his arms around it and shoving his face into the plushness.

You grabbed at the edges of it and half-assedly tried to pry it from him. “Come on Nathan we gotta’ start doing things.”

“Why can’t we start our shit at noon.”

“Because you hate being rushed, and I know if I let you you’ll sit here the whole day.”

“I don’t have anything to do today.”

“Yet,” you pulled it from his arms and sighed at his mildly annoyed expression. “You always find things to do on sundays.”

Reaching out in front of him, Nathan interlocked his fingers and stretched, yawning and then rolling his neck. He stopped to linger for a moment, staring down at the photo album still open on the table, before he reached down and then folded it shut. You stood and he did so as well, tucking the binder under his arm and yawning again. The collar of his t shirt, much too big for his form, bared his shoulders almost artistically.

He followed you into the kitchen, only stopping for a minute to put the album back into the hallway closet. As you opened the cupboards to start retrieving the items you needed Nathan felt no shame in coming up behind you, moving your hair from your neck and kissing along the newly exposed skin. You shivered in delight and grinned, tiling your head to the side and giving him more room which he took complete advantage of.

“I thought you wanted breakfast.” You remarked, eyes slipping shut. He wrapped his arms around you and hummed against your skin.

“By all means, go ahead.” He nipped at your skin and you could feel his lips curl when you jumped at his teeth.

Once again you reluctantly broke away from his hold but this time you were joined right back with him, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck. He took the invite gladly, one hand resting on the countertop to trap you in front of him and the other keeping it’s place at your hip.

“Very funny,” you breathed, pulling him in for a kiss. He started getting antsy against you, fingers starting to slide under your shirt and you by no means wanted him to stop. You leaned your head back when he paused the kiss to run his lips along your jawline, then down your neck. The counter was hard against the small of your back but it barely registered to you, too caught up in running your fingers through his already messy hair.

“This isn’t very productive.” Nathan joked against your skin, and you laughed.

“You started this,” You tugged at his hair and bit your lip when his hand lifted up the hem of your shirt. “You wanted breakfast, now you want this. Can’t you make up your mind.”

Though you teased him, goosebumps still ran along your skin as he brushed the pads of his fingers along your stomach and abdomen. You cursed softly, eyes unfixed but staring at the ceiling as he felt you. He finally hooked his fingers beneath the wireline of your bra when suddenly a sound rang through the previously silent house.

Down the hall, door on the left. A baby was crying in it’s room.

You sighed in defeat, eyes slipping shut. “Damn it.”

Nathan’s fingers pulled away from you as the baby continued to wail a few rooms down, and you both knew your session had come to an end.

“Do you want to get it or?”

“You stay here,” He breathed, rubbing at his cheeks. He was no longer half lidded, fully aware of his surroundings and definitely awake. “I got it.”

He shuffled away from you with his head hung low, and you giggled at the sight. Defeated by an infant. When you turned, resting your hand atop the cold counter, you looked over the items you'd previously taken out. One by one you put together everything you needed, starting the waffle maker as you hummed to yourself.

Outside it still rained, and occasionally thunder grumbled miles away. It was a serene sunday morning, but the sounds of nature wasn’t what made you grin from ear to ear. It was the sound of Nathan in the baby’s room, voice soft as he cooed good morning at your now pacified child.

#nathan prescott #nathan prescott x reader #life is strange #lis #imagine #scenario #fic #imaginefictionals

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loucifieri · 7 years

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How I imagine the post concert chaos should’ve went down:

CHOICES, THE FRESHMAN: BOOK 3 CONFLICT with Kaitlyn Liao, reimagined~

A/N: Please know that I am an illustrator, and really good at it but not so much as a writer. I may be a visual person but it doesn’t translate well with words apparently. I wanted to make this into a comic but it might take me forever. Anyway, don’t have a beta so my messy grammar might be too painful. Still, enjoy!

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After Zig threw the punch, other attendees began a scuffle amongst themselves too and soon enough the mosh pit is thrown into disarray. I tried to keep my balance as I scurry away from this whole mess, which was almost impossible when people are shoved against you. I managed to get halfway towards the exit when I hear Kaitlyn’s attempt at calming the crowd. I struggle to turn myself and get a look at the stage, to see how Kaitlyn and her band have been faring, and thankfully she is facing my direction. I wave both my hands to hopefully get her attention and I think it worked because her eyes widen briefly before anxiousness overtakes her features. I’m not really sure how she managed that, “Maybe it’s because of what I’m wearing? Or she just has penchant for detecting where I am…” I mused.

I angle my left arm pointing towards the exit and she nods in understanding. I wanted to give her a smile (which probably was one of the strangest things to do at the moment and she likely won’t get to see it in this commotion anyway), instead my face contorts into a grimace when a hand forcefully shoves me from behind. I stumble forward and after my poor attempt at keeping my balance, I make contact with the floor on my knees but prevented myself from falling further by planting both arms on the ground.

The whole experience knocked the wind out of me and it was extremely difficult to reorient myself when my vulnerable form is being pushed and stepped on, so I remained on the ground. After awhile, a feel someone yank me up by my bicep. “MC! You’ll be fine, I’m right here.” I recognize Zig’s voice. Feeling a little light-headed, I mostly focused on keeping myself upright that I couldn’t bother responding to him. He stays on my side while holding me by my shoulders, sort of encasing me in his arms. “Let’s get out of here.” He says while he guides me out the exit.

Only when we finally got out and a safe distance away from the venue did Zig release his hold on me. I muster a small smile at him before leaning on a wall. I massaged my temples and released a heavy sigh, Zig wordlessly eyeing me from a few steps away. After regaining my bearings, I broke the silence between us, “Tonight went to hell fast, oh my god, Kait’s probably—“

“MC!!!” Kaitlyn shouts as she runs toward us from the exit, looking frantic. “I’ve been looking for you! I saw you fall and shit, I was so scared something terrible happened to you!”

Relieved to see her relatively unharmed, I gave her a tired grin. “I’m fine.” She raises an eyebrow. “Okay, I’m not fine.”

She holds me by my arms, her eyes scanning me for any horrible injury I might have gotten before pulling me into a hug. She abruptly pulls away before I could return the embrace, her hands now resting on my shoulders. “I… I went into the mosh pit to look for you but you weren’t there anymore when I arrived. I ran into Zack and he told me you were led outside by…” she trails off, then turns to look at Zig and narrows her eyes, “that guy.”

“Kaitlyn…” I whisper. It doesn’t deter her attention from Zig.

“You started this whole mess! Our concert was ruined, and we’ll likely be blacklisted from this venue. Not to mention, my girlfriend got hurt” she motions to me, then turns to fully face him and raises both her arms dramatically “because you just haaaad to punch the guy.” The anger was clearly lacing each of her words and it unnerved me, I’ve never seen her so angry.

Zig looked taken aback for a moment before his face morphs into a scowl. “Hey! That guy happened to get rough with your girlfriend! I was only protecting her.” He responds, bordering on a shout.

“So you punch him right then and there? Didn’t anyone teach you conflicts can be solved without resorting to violence?!” Kaitlyn retorts, her own voice dangerously rising.

I didn’t want this escalating further, so before Zig could respond I stood between them with my body facing Kaitlyn. “Enough. It was just an accident, Kait. Don’t blame Zig for trying to look out for me.”

“Are you being fucking serious right now, MC?!” She practically screams at my face. “Even after all this, you still take his side?!!”

“I’m not taking his side, Kaitlyn.” I answer too fast to my own liking. “No one wanted this to happen, okay? Just calm down and not take this all on Zig!”

“So who do you want me to blame? You?!! Because you’re this guy’s friend so by extension, you are at fault?? Do I rationalize it as your way of getting back at me for not spending time with our roommates?!” She challenges.

“What, NO! That sounds petty… and stupid.” I choke out. She rolls her eyes. “Exactly. The most logical person to blame here is him.”

“He acted before he thought it through. Cut him some slack.” I spoke softly. Kaitlyn suddenly glares at me “Why are you still defending him?!”

“Because you’re being unreasonable and she’s a good friend” Zig suddenly speaks up, and I am reminded he was actually there with us.

“I’m being unreasonable, really? And what is with this guy, why does he always throw himself at you every chance he gets?” Kaitlyn narrows her eyes on both of us. Is she jealous… again?

“He i-isn’t! He’s just new here and he just needs a friend.” I stumble over my response and mentally kick myself for it, because to Kaitlyn I probably sound like I’m hiding an affair but I’m just bewildered she even brought up Zig’s tendency to pseudo-flirt with me.

“And you are such a darling huh, befriending everyone you find attractive.” She says, each word punctuated with venom. My mouth hangs agape, even Zig didn’t dare breathe a word; he looked just as shell-shocked as I was. A memory flashed through my head. /He’s hard not to notice/

I close my eyes and press my mouth in a thin line. “What the fuck, Kaitlyn?”

She backs away slightly, but continues to glower at me nonetheless. She opens her mouth to say something but I don’t let her. “And what about you and Natasha?! Who, might I remind you, was someone you were always giddy to meet every band practice… which is incidentally, almost everyday! And I didn’t assume this, you were the one who always told me how excited you were to meet her. You barely even mention Rachel or Amara, goddamnit”

Surprisingly, Kaitlyn’s scowl never wavered one bit. “I was excited because of the original song lyrics and arrangements she wrote! She also tries to teach me how to play a guitar and I’m interested in learning. I love being in a band, MC… not being with Natasha!!”

“Oh, so you get angry at me for indirectly accusing you of cheating but you’re fine with assuming the worst with Zig and I?!” At the mention of his name, Zig steps back. “When I’ve always made it clear to him that I’m exclusively yours whether our roommates are around or not. But of course you wouldn’t know that because you’re barely around, huh?”

Kaitlyn is still understandably seething but she abruptly turns and begins to walk away. I quickly grab her sleeve, “Hey! Why are you walking away?”

She breaks free from my grip, never turning to look at me. “I need some space.” She says, in her normal speaking volume but she’s clearly still angry.

“Are you fucking breaking up with me now?” I retort without thinking. She turns around, her face still contorted to a scowl but she seems… tired. “I did not say that, MC. Oh my God, I just need space to sort out my feelings!” She doesn’t wait for my reply and quickly stalks off.

I just stood there, livid, while Zig was completely silent a few feet away. A few beats later my anger subsided, but it was replaced by misery. Replaying the earlier scene in my head over and over, I cover my eyes as tears roll down my cheeks. I realized how poorly I handled tonight’s events. I hear Zig’s nearing footsteps but he stops at a good distance, careful not to get too near. “Tonight really went to hell fast.” He whispers.

I can’t help but silently agree.

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And then Tyler, Abbie and Zack arrive! And of course the events at the bar and the sleepover with Becca still happen. But yeah, I wish it happened this way where Kait wasn’t made to be a complete shallow bitch? I sure as hell know she isn’t THAT petty, and I don’t say that coz I like her lol

Book 3 had good build up with the jealousy path because whether you entertain Zig’s advances or not, he’s mostly flirty so Kaitlyn can take it the wrong way either way. And of course there’s the “omg Kaitlyn is spending way too much time with the band, and of course, NATASHA” for MC’s side.

Their lesson here would be mutual trust, I guess? Also as for those whose LI isn’t Kaitlyn, just replace the dialogue with concerned bestfriend lines like “Bitch your grades are dropping, you hang around too much with those Bad Influencers™ and Kait will go into her rebellious mode and just be Angery™ at MC’s clinginess. Just not, blame her for what happened at the pit?? James and Chris were understandably unreasonable during Book 3 but Kaitlyn was just… over the top unreasonable.

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a-panda-reads-act-omega · 7 years

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ACT OMEGA PART 23

THE 03/22/17 UPDATE

gASP! What’s this? Could it be? Consistent updates? Wow, I am on F I R E. Let’s see if this lasts more than two days. Anyhoo, last time on Act Omega, we were getting caught up with team PMMVKFSLAD (real fun to pronounce). The ragtag group of leftovers from the deadly laser pointer that is Lord English. United by the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP, they shall overcome this challenge and persevere! If Vriska chills the fuck out, that is.

VRISKA.. Just chill out, let a semi good thing be a semi good thing. Even if the amount of good makes up like like... -16% of the thing.

I’m having another moment where I just suddenly snap out of typing mode, and look at what I’m writing, and question if I can even qualify as a competent human being.

*click* oh hey, nothings here. *refresh* ah, fckingn OTHING *refresh* GDI I gOTTA LIVEBLOG TO WRITE *REFRESH* WHERE IS THE PANEL MSPFA I WILL LITERALLY FIND THE PEOPLE RUNNING YOUR SERVERS AND STRANGLE THEM *Refresh* Ah. There it is.

This is good Vriska. This is acceptance. You may be running a team full of morons with no motivation whatsoever. But you’re also running a team full of morons with no motivation whatsoever with a powerful LEADER. And as that powerful leader, you will UNITE THE SEA AND LAND DWELLERS AS ONE RACE, AND REDEFINE CULLING FOR YOUR ENTIRE RACE.

Ahem. I mean, you’ll use the power of friendship or something to kill lord english. wooooo.

VRISKA: Fiiiiiiiine. VRISKA: Thank you. VRISKA: For........ VRISKA: Sticking around. I guess.

Good girl. Now hold hands with them and write a song about your friendship.

Oh goodness, some more friends to add to the bunch. Equius and Horrus. I guess it’s time to update team PMMVKFSLAD to... PEMMVKFSHLAD. Even funner to pronounce.

VRISKA: Well. Might as well t8ke stock of our freshly downsized crew.

Dammit, have I been wasting my time keeping track?

VRISKA: There's myself, Meenah, Tavros, Aradia, Sollux...

SMAVT (these arent gonna stop being fun to pronounce.)

VRISKA: Davepeta, I guess? Whoever you are?

Come on Vriska, COME ON... Obviously it’s a dead Nepeta who was prototyped fused with a bird version of Dave from another timeline who was also prototyped in order to create the most badass sprite yet.

VRISKA: Feferi, hi. Nice to see you, I guess. At least, one version of you.

Pft. I just love this greeting for some reason. There’s something about the words “Feferi, hi. Nice to see you, I guess.” That keeps making me laugh for some reason.

VRISKA: Equius! Yeah, hey neigh8or. Lovin’ the new getup.

Goddamnit Vriska quit talking so casually I’m giggling like an idiot.

VRISKA: A 8unch of dancestors? I swear I know all your names. VRISKA: Aaaaaaaand that’s. It. VRISKA: Like... 13 people. VRISKA: That’s just. VRISKA: SWELL!

Vriska, you must fight the urge to off 5 of these suckers. Also, just gonna check and see if my math adds up. Alright, nope. PEMMVKFSHLAD only has 12, which means I haven’t seen everybody yet or Vriska’s counting was wrong. Or there are two Kankri’s but let’s just pray that isn’t the case. Also just gonna mention the fact that Horrus looks really upset over there.

I’m just gonna hope this isn’t sarcastic happiness.

VRISKA: Well at least I know pretty much everyone here! For the most part! VRISKA: 8etter than nothing! A decent collection of powers and skills. VRISKA: Davepeta, you have wings, and claws, and pro8a8ly some com8in8tion of time and heart powers that HAVE to come in handy somehow, right? VRISKA: Yeah!! VRISKA: Hahahaha!

Ooooh fuck. She’s gonna lose it.

(that goddamn moment when you forget how to put images on tumblr posts and then beat yourself up about it because you feel like a dunce)

Hmm. Yeah. Yep, she seems happy. Good.

VRISKA: This is fine! Everything is fine! VRISKA: I can TOTALLY work with this!

That’s right Vriska! Just embrace the power of friendship!!

VRISKA: And I know exactly what went wrong with the plan! VRISKA: Don’t 8et all your money on one horse! A horse that you don’t even know for sure is a8le to run!!

Oh it sure did run. It ran right on outta here with your fiancé (gotta get the fancy e) on it’s back. Too bad it didn’t just. Ride away with Lord English.

VRISKA: Stupid, stupid, dum8!!!!!!!!

: )

VRISKA: 8ut I can learn from my mist8kes. Just like I always have. Say something doesn’t work. So what? Get right 8ack up and keep trying! Look at it from a new angle. 8ecause there is w8y too much at st8ke not to!

You’re goddamn right Vriska! I mean, if Lord English destroys the universe, Jade can’t totally get with Rose- Oh right. Jade’s all grimbark and shit. And I just remembered, that battle’s still going on isn’t it. Ha ha. Why do I pray for these ships to be canon. Are they really the most important thing for me during this fuckfest?

VRISKA: I 8et there's a totally reasona8le explan8tion for everything that went sideways. What the weapon actually fucking did. Why my luck ran out. Whatever that HUGE G8PING HOLE in the Furthest Ring is!

s’called the Green Hole™, learn the lingo sweetie.

VRISKA: I CAN DO THIS!!!!!!!!

Did somebody say overused and practically decaying meme?

Yeah. Nobody said that.

OH FUCK THAT’S A TROLL I THOUGHT THAT WAS A WEIRD STRUCTURE OR SOMETHING? AND. It’s Aranea. Just who we needed to see right now. Hopefully she doesn’t get everybody killed again! : )

VRISKA: No fix8ting on the past. That’s all 8ehind me. VRISKA: I just have to FOCUS. I’m sure the answer is right in front of my f8ce. VRISKA: Hell, may8e it’s been lying in pl8in sight this entire time!

Yes, and the answer is to LEAVE right now before anymore trolls join your lil powwow.

MEENAH: yo fishka MEENAH: dont mean to burst your bubble or nothin MEENAH: like watchin you lose it and blubber at yourshellf has got a serious entertainment factor MEENAH: but you might wanna actually MEENAH: look behind you

NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS ENTERTAINING, And now is NOT the time to look behind you because we don’t need Vriska gone wrong fucking everything up with her hidden agenda’s again.

Goddammit stop acknowledging h e r

VRISKA: What NOW?!

VRISKA’S NOT GONNA BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS. I’M NOT GONNA BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS. NOBODY’S GONNA BE HAPPY ABOUT THIS.

VRISKA: Uh.

UH IN FUCKING DEED. SHE BETTER NOT PROPOSE SOME PLAN HERE, BECAUSE SHE IS LITERALLY MORE OBSESSED WITH HERSELF THAN VRISKA FUCKING SERKET, AND LITERALLY THE ONLY WAY IT COULD END IF THEY FOLLOW HER ADVICE IS WITH HER COMING OFF AS SOME HERO. I SWEAR IF SHE’S WEARING SOME SHIT EATING GRIN IN THE NEXT PANEL. IT FEELS LIKE SHE’S GONNA BE WEARING SOME SHIT EATING GRIN IN THE NEXT PANEL.

FKAJHLSPOI:BGIBDSHFBDUIBFSDOIBFAISPHBVCP*#HRUQ(PHURBEFID

F U C K Y O U A N D Y O U R F U C K I N G F A C E Y O U S P I D E R B I T C H ^ 2

ARANEA: Why, hello there!

Fuck you

ARANEA: It sounds to me like you might 8e in need of my particular talents and services.

FFFUCK... you

ARANEA: Luckily for you, I’ve come to offer just that.

FUCK YOU...

ARANEA: You’re welcome, in advance.

FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK. IM. IM DONE HERE. ARANEA, UNLESS YOUVE SHAPED YOUR SHIT UP I HOPE EVERYBODY HERE TAKES TURNS BEATING THE HELL OUT OF YOU

ALRIGHT

ALRIGHT.

Alright.

Alright...

Calm...

That’s the end of the update.

this was a fun one.

wooopty dooooo......

alrighty, bladda bladda outro seeya later

spider bitch^2

#homestuck #homestuck liveblog #Act Omega #hs act omega #act omega liveblog #hs act omega liveblog #Spider bitch

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melchixr · 7 years

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You’re the One That I Want (PT. 1 (maybe))

Anon Said: Yooooo can you write a grease au for hernst with ernst as sandy and hanschen as danny i will love you forever

So i didn’t QUITE do a grease au but it was highly inspired by grease and I love it! I really wanna write more and more which will hopefully be posted sooner or later.

Words: 2081

“Oh no it’s completely different,” Ernst explained as he walked down the halls of the main building. He looked over at the shorter boy who had given him the tour around yesterday and decided to meet him at the entrance of the school today. “But I mean….yesterday wasn’t all that bad so I think it’ll be fine.”

Moritz nodded, snapping the large pink bubble he had blown. “I get it, Ernie. Must be rough moving to a new school.”

“Well, at least everyone else is starting off a new school year too!” Ernst cooed before taking a quick right turn and opening up his bright blue locker. “I actually really like my classes. Mrs. Johnson is really funn-”

The sharp sound of a locker a few feet away slamming closed collected both boys attention. They looked over their shoulders to see, from across the hall, two boys grappling at each other and laughing loudly. A boy with a shock of bright blond hair had another boy in a headlock, tugging and ruffling the boy’s well groomed, put together brunette hair. They both yelled and hooted as many students looked on.

“Oh my gosh!” Ernst cried out, eyes glued to the two teenagers. “Is anyone gonna stop them.”

“Oh don’t bother!” The short haired girl standing next to them sighed. Ernst looked over his shoulder to see the slim, pale girl with a head of pretty red curls. “They’re like this every day. No need to get too worked up.”

The blond boy tossed the brunette aside, his hair sticking out at all angles now. He laughed and laughed, fixing his own immaculate hair and the collar to his leather jacket. The other boy stumbled to his feet and tried to fix himself as the hall started to move around them again and things went back to normal. Ernst didn’t take his eyes off of them, specifically the tiny smirk on the blond boys face as he took of running down the hall with the other chasing after him. They disappeared around the corner, almost knocking over some kids hanging up a Chess Club poster as they moved.

“I’m Ilse,” The girl’s voice and outreached hand shook Ernst from his thoughts on the boy and tugged him back to the real world.

“Oh...yeah….I’m uh…Ernst…”

“You’re new right?” Ilse asked, shaking Ernst’s hand with a raised, perfectly sculpted eyebrow. When Ernst replied with a timid nod, she went on. “The best of luck to yeah. This place is a living hell. Don’t let any of it get to you.”

Ernst simply nodded again, eyes moving to where he last saw the two boys booking down the hall. “So uh...who was that?”

“I just told you that. But you were too busy drooling over ‘em,” Ilse chuckled before nodding. “But I’ll repeat myself, they’re Melchior Gabor and Hanschen Rilow.”

“Which one’s which?”

“Melchi is the hot on and Hanschen is the blond.” Ernst nodded to himself as Ilse continued on and the three began to walk down the hall once more. “They’re trash, Ernst. They slum around town with their loud friends in their hot cars and act like they can get any girl they want.”

Moritz scoffed, “And they very well could.”

Ilse laughed to herself, tossing her thin jacket over her shoulder. Only a moment later, the bell rang and most of the people in the halls began to skitter in and out and around to get to their classes. “Oh, I gotta go to Physics. See you both around!”

As Ilse slinked away, confidence exuding from her as she moved. After Moritz reminded Ernst in which direction the art classroom was, he also ushered away down to English.

Ernst’s only problem at his old school was he was chronically late almost every morning. He desperately wanted to change it by charging down the hall as fast as possible without looking like a freak.

That was when he rounded the corner and found himself falling straight on his face after tripping over something in the way.

As he hit the ground he felt the thin metal holding together his glasses break and felt his morning become ruined. His arm hurt like a bitch, caught underneath him as well as his chest which was now pressed to the hard, cold floor.

After letting out a soft groan of pain, he heard a voice standing above him mutter. “Oh shit…” Ernst rolled over onto his back in the now almost empty hallway to see a blur of black, white, and golden yellow. The voice was a boy’s, deep and slow and concentrated. “Oh your glasses broke.”

“Yeah, what’s the big idea!” Ernst gasped as he sat up, dusting off his light yellow sweater. “Geez….You’re gonna make me late to class now.”

Suddenly, an extended hand entered Ernst’s focused view. “Oh, God, man. I’m so sorry! I didn’t think you would fall.”

Ernst took the strange hand and felt himself be pulled but with ease by the other boy. “Well what did you think would happen?”

Now that the boy was closer, (and a few inches shorter than him) Ernst could now see it was Hanschen, the boy Ilse told him about. He wondered why he had stopped chasing his friend to wait around the corner for someone to trip. And he was successful, that was obvious as Hanschen picked up a piece of snapped wire with a shattered glass lens.

“Oh….whoa….it’s really broken…” Hanschen muttered under his breath before looking up a Ernst, who glared back at him. “I’m so sorry.”

Ernst took the cracked glass and stuffed it into the pocket of his pants. “Thanks a lot,” He sighed as he rushed away, the last bell going off as he went.

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Upbeat, swaying, rock music played as Hanschen entered, properly flanked on either side by Melchi, Otto, and Georg. All of which laughed and joked to one another. Instead of joining their jokes, he looked around the cramped diner with the sort of light blue aura. The sun had already gone down so the room was lit by neon and fluorescent light. People, mostly teenagers, grouped around tables and booths.

“Whaddya looking at, Hansi?” Otto snickered, trying to track Hanschen’s icy gaze. It lead him to a corner booth with a group of teens sitting around and enjoying shakes. They wore pastel sweaters and skirts, smiling to one another, probably talking over their week and sharing a basket of fries. “Who are they?”

Hanschen shrugged, his eyes locked on the brunette boy with taped together glasses and sipping his strawberry shake. “No one.”

“Oh look, Max is already here!” Melchior cut in before Otto could ask more. He pointed to the ginger boy sitting at a table with a handful of girls already around him. He took the lead on going to the table, shouting a greeting out to Max who smirked back. They left Hanschen standing in the entrance, cold blue eyes trailing around the room and always landing on the corner booth.

There was a sort of shine in the boy’s green eyes. Something that read joy and carefree and made Hanschen’s heart feel like it was beating ten times faster. He laughed at something Ilse Neumann, who sat across from him, and the light, happy noise floated through the air.

Before he knew it, Hanschen was walking over to the booth, causing the conversation there to die out as all of them looked up at the blond boy. Ernst, who sat on the end of the vinyl seat took a final long sip of his shake and looked up from over the top of his glasses. “Oh,” He broke the silence with a sigh. “Can we help you?”

Hanschen looked over the small group of people he sorta knew. None of them seemed to be in the same social circle as Hanschen. Moritz Stiefel he recognized from lighting his hair on fire in freshman biology. Ilse he recognized from seeing her and her girl gang roam the drive-in. The other two, Martha and Wendla, were both part of her little pack. And they all seemed to half know Hanschen in the same way. So they didn’t speak.

But Ernst did.

“Nah, no one can, pal,” Hanschen replied with a sneer. Everyone at the table seemed unphased, except Ernst. He stared up at Hanschen in shock. This boy smirking down at him was nothing like the boy who was fumbling with his glasses a few days ago. “You free for a minute?”

Ernst looked over his shoulder to Moritz, who looked like he was about to open his mouth and tell Hanschen to fuck himself. Before he could, Ernst stood. “I guess.”

The shorter boy nodded, leading the other across the diner and out into the parking lot as Ernst cast a sad look over to his friends and Hanschen’s friends called to him asking why he’s leaving.

The parking lot was empty besides a few kids sitting in their car smoking a joint and two girls gossiping about them about four cars away. The night was warm, September breeze flowing through Ernst’s gentle waves. Hanschen decided to stop a few feet from the door and pull a cigarette from the inside pocket of his well fitting black leather jacket.

His silent companion looked on as Hanschen searched his pockets desperately for a lighter he seemed to misplace. For a moment, he looked over to Ernst with the stick of nicotine still between his teeth. “Hey, you got a light?” There was a second pause before he answered the question for himself. “Oh, no, of course you don’t.”

Ernst scoffed. “Who says I don’t?”

“Do you?” Hanschen said with a raised eyebrow before Ernst shook his head in a defeated way. “That’s what I thought….” The blond rolled his eyes and searched his pockets a bit longer before giving up and keeping the unlit cigarette in his, mouth. “Anyway, I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

“Ernst Robel, I’m new,” He spoke, still surprised at the drastic difference from the flustered and stressed boy he sort of met in the hallway.

“Again, that’s what I thought,” As he spoke, he held out a hand to Ernst. “I’m Hanschen by the way-”

Ernst chuckled, sticking his hand out to push Hanschen’s aside. He noticed the light purple bruises on his knuckles. “I know who you are. You were running around the halls on Tuesday and knocked over the lower field parking lot with your car this morning. Besides every other girl has a crush on you or your friends.”

“Or boy,” Hanschen added with a chuckle. When Ernst looked at him to tell if he was joking, he just shrugged. It was as if Hanschen expected Ernst to be shocked or offended. But instead, Ernst shoved his hand into his front pocket, eyes case to the ground, and pulled out a slim silver zippo lighter.

“My big brother smokes. Here.”

Hanschen took the lighter, snapping the fire to life for a few moments before taking a long drag of the cigarette. “Thanks, Ernie.”

Ernst’s eyes sprung back to life, skirting from the cigarette between his fingers to his big, cold eyes. His bright pink lips were twisted up into an almost permanent grin. “What did you just uh….” He nervously pushed his glasses higher onto his nose. “What did you just call me?”

“Ernie,” He replied happily and began to saunter to his Cadillac. “Care to go for a joyride?”

Ernst stopped in front of the parking space as Hanschen wandered to the driver’s side. “Won’t your uh...friends be confused.”

“They all saw us leave together and they all know I think you’re pretty good lookin’ so….”

Ernst was almost taken aback. He stared at Hanschen in opened mouth shock as the blond wandered to the passenger side and opened the door for Ernst. “It’s okay,” He purred slowly and gestured to into the seat that looked very promising to Ernst. “I promise I don’t kiss on a first date,” Ernst took a sigh and stepped closer to the car before Hanschen continued under his breath. “Unless you ask…”

“Are you gonna break my glasses ever more?” Ernst asked and looked at Hanschen’s pale pink blush through a half-tape obscured gaze.

“Jesus, you’re never gonna let that go!” The shorter boy smiled, almost looking like the flustered boy Ernst met in the hallway.

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andrewuttaro · 6 years

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New Look Sabres: GM 15 - NYR - A Eulogy

One hockey blogger who has the bravado to appear on camera unlike yours truly exclaimed last month when saying one thing about each NHL team that: Buffalo is the best team in New York… That’s New! It was a humorous and very apt observation. My brother and my father both were surprised to discover the Rangers sit at the bottom of their division. My brother had been with me seeing the Sabres beat them live last month! In the years following me first really diving into hockey in 2009 the Rangers were a team to beat. It was in no small part because of Henrik Lundqvist that his team consistently made the playoffs and found themselves in a Stanley Cup Final in 2014. By that point I was in exile from my Sabres, following the Rangers full time because confession: I just cannot actively root for a team that is aggressively tanking as much as those Sabres were. Yes, I followed that Rangers team pretty closely. That team is not this team. Not even close. Rasmus Dahlin was bruised pretty badly by a stray puck near the end of the game against Ottawa last night and was a very tense game time decision. The frustrating thing about absolutely stomping a team like that game yesterday is that you don’t want to come back down to earth. The Sabres did come down from the high tonight, down they came in downstate.

The first period played like a shootout. The Sabres went down the ice and then the Rangers ran back down the other way. Buffalo gained the edge as it went on and the only big takeaway was the visitors outshot New York 15-5 in that opening period. Ristolainen wrecked a couple Rangers but that period just felt like a comfortable adjustment from Buffalo’s highest scoring game yet last night. Bogosian played defense refreshingly and Skinner got tripped in the middle of the ice but nothing wild happened. And then, like I’ve written at least three times this season: the second period happened. The second period tends to happen one way or another but somehow the Sabres don’t act like it every other game. 41 seconds in Neal Pionk shot one from the wall that got deflected in past Hutton. Okay, bad break but… oh shit. Before you even process that one the shittiest thing that can happen in a game against the Rangers happened: Jimmy Vesey scored. It was lightning fast wristshot through traffic but it went in. The Rangers took that lead and ran with it, bombarding Buffalo and nearly scoring a 3rd goal on a Mika Zibanejad breakaway. At some point the Sabres calmed it down and began firing back but the second period ended 2-0. The third period has been a refuge for this team in games like this and sure enough a shade over six minutes into the final period Lumberjack scores on a third (?) touch of the puck on a splitting Henrik Lundqvist. It sat at a tense 2-1 until the BU boy who didn’t come to Buffalo scored an empty netter with less than two minutes left. This one ended 3-1 in favor of the New York Rangers.

Buffalo outshoot New York 40-22 and if you watched this game you probably think the Sabres were the better team. The only stat that matters though is goals and while our boys were hunting a way to win after that ass start to the second they just did not find it. It just hurts to not get a point out of this game… but more on that later. Some other stats that tell the story: this score line is the same one as in the last Rangers-Sabres matchup back on October 6th. In both games the team that outshot their competition lost the game. The fruitless powerplay and solid penalty kill, and even the incredibly cunning play of Rasmus Dahlin are all really footnotes in this game. This was also Henrik Lundqvist’s twenty first win against the Sabres and another notch toward 7th on the all-time wins list for goalies. I have no problem saying this game would have been a Sabres win if Lundqvist doesn’t play; it’s a Sabres win if he is subject to concussion protocol after that hit in the second. That moment in the first when he flipped off his helmet in the midst of a play to stop the game and didn’t get a delay-of-game penalty is going to stick with me. I digress: this four day layover ought to be a thinking one and not a celebrating one following destroying Ottawa last night as handily as they did.

This game didn’t feel like the losses to Columbus or Calgary. It’s not because those were overtime losses it’s frustrating because Buffalo was better than their competition in this one. Moreover, winning matters again for the Sabres. You can tell in Eichel’s postgame interview when he does not want to show his eyes. He’s not angry because he knows he played his best and he could tell most of his teammates did as well. He’s pissed because his team needed a win to keep rolling and hold down their advantageous spot in the standings. That is a special note all its own: the Buffalo Sabres care about winning again. I think we should mark this occasion: this funeral should have eulogy. Get the Buffalo News on the line: the Tank died tonight having lived a long, fruitful life. He is survived by three high end draft picks named Reinhart, Eichel and Dahlin as well as a nephew named Mittelstadt. He lived a celebrated life: he made us laugh, cry and watch Junior Hockey. He gave us a new team and don’t you dare defile his memory and say he gave us nothing. Even with no new points in the standings after this game and an all but certain decent from the heavens of power rankings from earlier this morning during this coming layover, we can celebrate tonight: Buffalo lost a game they should’ve won and they felt like it. We have an intrinsic winner on our hands in Buffalo now.

I would love to end on that note but I am an unassociated writer with a blog to promote! If you want to celebrate the death of the tank with me for the next 65 games this season and hopefully more, you can find this blog on the best NHL team in New York State on newlooksabres.tumblr.com after every Sabres game and a few other occasions. The next big thing on the docket over on the blog is the November Amerks Angle post; let’s say it’s only gotten better for Rochester since the last update. Share this, like it and leave me comment if you’re really feeling charitable. There is a fantastic Foo Fighters song called Walk featuring David Groll yelling “I am dancing on my grave.” I can’t help but feel this way about the tank. Dance on the grave with me and invite your friends.

Thanks for reading.

P.S. Mats Zuccarello is a name you may want to get familiar with. Of all my favorite Rangers from that 2014 run he is the dwarf king of them all and he won’t be in New York long. He’s going to be a Sabre before the end of the decade.

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kurokoros · 4 years

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hear me out: Akaashi Keiji, roommates au! trope: meeting messy & prompt #30

my first official one-shot for hq is an Akaashi fic. who would have guessed. there’s some language and mildly crude humor in this one. it took me a hot minute to figure out how to do a roommate au + meet messy, but I think it turned out okay! also, I see Akaashi as the quiet teasing type, so I hope the characterization is okay!

“Oi! Yakkun!”

He shrugs with one shoulder, casually ignoring your friends arguing behind him. “We heard you might need help moving boxes later,” is all he tells you.

Kai only nods, smiling again. “We’ll be there as soon as we can. It shouldn’t take us more than twenty minutes.”

Before you can respond, Yaku shoves himself under Kai’s arm to pin you with a firm look. “If he tries anything, go for his—”

You make a face. “I’m hanging up now.”

He cackles. “We’ll be there soon. Be safe.”

Of course, that’s the moment your morning goes from bad to worse.

You’re so busy working your phone into your pocket with one hand and juggling a box with the other that you don’t see the man hurrying towards you, also not paying attention to his surroundings.

Dark blue eyes flicker up to meet yours, wide in alarm.

You’re already halfway down the street before he regains his bearings; you don’t notice his eyes following you until you disappear.

…

A brief text to Kuroo informs you that they just got off the subway, but should be here soon. You shift your weight from one foot to the next, biting your lip as you continue weighing your options.

Eventually you just say fuck it and slide one of the bobby-pins from your hair. No one has to know.

Unfortunately, picking a lock isn’t nearly as easy as you’ve been led to believe.

“Seriously?” you grumble, jiggling the doorknob and squinting at the pin you have jammed into the lock. Maybe this was a bad idea. Now you definitely look like a creep.

“Need any help with that?”

He clears his throat, staring at you expectantly; you blush, face burning as you realize you’ve been gaping at him openly.

You wet your lips, trying not to squirm under his intense gaze. It’s analytical, but not calculating, and your breathing hitches as he continues to stare. “I… yeah.”

You should apologize, right? Yeah, you should totally apologize for spilling coffee on him and yelling at him in the middle of the street.

He follows you inside and shuts the door, meeting your eyes as you spin around to look at him. “I’m really sorry about—”

The corner of Akaashi’s mouth twitches like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. “So,” he starts casually, dark eyes watching you carefully, “when would you like to move in?”

#haikyuu!!#akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq #haikyuu #hqdrabbles #hq drabbles #Anonymous

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