(just before i high fived him!)

Missed me? || Liam Dunbar

Missed me? || Liam Dunbar imagine 

 Plot: Liam’s childhood friend return to beacon hills but something seams different about her. \ 

 The bell rang giving the signal that another class at beacon hills high school had came to an end. The McCall pack sat togheter around the lunch table enjoying th warm sun of California.

“So, liam have you met the new sophomore transfer?” Lydia questioned fixing everyone’s gaze onto the young boy. The boy kept chewing on the sandwich in his hand and shook his head “ Hasn’t been in any of my classes so far’‘ 

 ’'I heard she used to live here before she moved away” Malia said and shrugged “ this boy behind me in history wouldn’t shut up about her” “What if we know her?” Scott offered with a smile.

 ’’ yeah one more Theo Raeken?“ Stiles said pretending to think about it ’'I think I’ll pass” “I wonder who this kid is ” Kira mumbled quietly mostly to herself. “ well if you looked up from the book you would find out” Lydia nudged her and nodded toward the school door where who seamed like the new girl walked out. In a matter of second all seven heads turned towards the door in blink of an eye. 

 ’'Y/N Y/L/N’’ liam questioned out loud before all seven heads turned back to the table before she could see them staring. 

 ’'Wait , The Y/N Y/L/N?“ Mason asked his mouth open ’'Another childhood friend , great. This seams sketchy to anyone else or is it just me” Stiles whisper-yelled looking specially at the younger boy who still couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. 

 ’'Liam’’ Scott calling his name turned his attention back to the group just as he missed the girl noticing him and starting to walk to them “Do you know that girl?” Liam had to resist looking back at the girl before nodding as an answer to Scott’s question “ we used to be best friend until we were like 12 , she suddenly disappeared and there was a lot… rumors’' 

 ’'She is way out of your league buddy, how did you even become friends?” Mason asked and just as liam were to answer he was cut off but an unknown female voice. “I punched him in the face and he gave me a high five” they all turned around to see Y/N standing there smiling at them all before her eyes fixed on liam. 

 ’'Y/N’’ Liam whispered looking up to the girl seaming to have lost his ability to talk. “I’m sorry , I believe we haven’t met before ” Lydia -who was sitting closest to her stood up offering a hand and smiling sweetly “ I’m Lydia Martin” “Scott McCall ” Scott took hint from Lydia staring at him and was quick to introduce himself, and soon after the rest of the group followed. 

 ’'So Y/N , liam told us you had to move away. Why was that?“ Stiles asked and earned himself a elbow in the ribs from Scott, who still looked at Y/N for an answer. ’'I just started living with my grandparents , it was nothing important” she said chuckling but was quick to continue before stiles could ask any more questiones 

“ Well I gotta go to class , dont wanna be late on first day” “What class do you have, maybe we have the same one” Mason asked giving the girl a smile. “Yeah let me check” she replied pulling her plan from her bag “ I got history this period” Mason let out a disappointed sight and turned to liam “ Don’t you have History this period”

“Uh” the young lad said finally tearing his gaze away from the girl “ Yeah i guess i do” “Great , lets go then ” she said waving a last goodbye to the others as liam stood up basically tripping over his own feet following her inside. They started walking into the school with the bone crushing silence , the tension almost making it to hard to breath. 

 ’'I guess its been a while’’ Y/N chuckled looking at Liam , his blue eyes tense and his stress could be smelt from miles away “ listen I kno-” “You just left Y/N . We talked the day before that , you told me things were getting better and the next thing I know is that you are gone and I’m attending a funeral and you are suddenly a murderer” He exclaimed stopping by his locker as she walked ahead a few steps and didnt turn to face him until he was done with his rant. 

She turned around , the smile on her face long gone and a serious look replaced it “ Did you believe them ?” She quietly asked as the bell rang and people started hurrying by them to get to class. He sighted breaking the stare off as his phone beeped telling him he got a text.

 From Stiles : Need to talk. NOW. 

 He was quick to put the phone away and look up to the girl looking for a excuse “ I have to go , coach set up a talk with the lacrosse team, the class is just around the corner” he said before turning around starting to walk away. 

 ’’ Liam?“ Her voice stopped his from walking but he didn’t turn around ” You never told me if you believed them or not’' 

 As he was about to answer , he turned to face her and noticed her being gone, he sighted before picking up the pace and walking out the school to meet with stiles.

 He finally found Stiles and the rest of the group behind the school buses and after looking around to se if anyone had followed him. “You really couldn’t wait until the class wa-” Scott whisper-yelled before being cut off by Stiles direction his focus on Liam. 

 ’'Did you smell it?“ Stiles asked so fast the words were almost hard to make out. ’'Smell what? What are you talking about , Stiles I swea-” “Smell it on her ” Stiles replied waving his arms around 

“ Come on guys , Scott and Malia got a scent” “We got a scent but it wasn’t…” Malia said trying to find the right word to describe it.

 ’'She isn’t completely like us’’ Scott finished for her looking over to Liam. 

 ’'If she isn’t one of you’’ Lydia said looking to a point behind them to where Y/N walked out of school , carefull not to be seen and walked to the parking lot where Theo was waiting with a smirk “ Than what or who is she?’' 

 This was not requested but I really wanted to write this hihi.
   Part 2 anyone?

Three’s a Crowd (Part 14)

Member: Taehyung x Reader x Yoongi

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14.

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Proud Poppa

Huge thank you to @bucky-plums-barnes for having #daddyday and to @theassetseyeliner for the idea. Also huge thank you to you both for letting me write this.

“Hi mom!” Your eight-year-old calls as she comes in the front door. She’s later than usual, only a few minutes but it’s enough to make you curious.
“Hi Sweetheart. Everything okay?” You ask as you swat one of Bucky’s hands away from the after school snack you’ve got waiting on the counter. He chuckles and catches your hand, pressing a kiss to it as your daughter comes around the corner.
“Yes mom.” She says, with plenty of attitude. One doesn’t become the daughter of you and Bucky Barnes without a little extra helping of sass. Even at eight you’re 100% sure that she’s going to be a handful at sixteen. She drops her backpack on the floor next to the stool she slides onto and reaches for one of the celery sticks when you see it. Blood on her knuckles.
“Ashley Natasha Barnes why is there blood on your knuckles?” You demand catching her wrist before she can hide the evidence.
“I beat up a bully after school today.” Ashley says it so simply you’d think you’d asked her what she wanted for dinner. You stare at her for a second until Bucky lets out a surprised laugh.
“Thats my girl!” He says giving your daughter a tight squeeze. “Hit em right in the mouth didn’t you? Cut your hand on his tooth?”
“Rookie mistake.” Bucky says with a grin, “No broken wrist means it was a straight punch and no broken thumb means you tucked it on the outside. Just like uncle Steve and I taught you.” You’re staring at your husband with your mouth slightly open and eyebrows raised. He and Steve taught her how to fight? He high fives her and passes her a few Girl Scout cookies from on top of the fridge. Not exactly the reaction you were looking for but it’s typical Bucky for sure.
Before you know it Bucky’s got Steve up on FaceTime and is telling him ‘the exciting news’ about your little girl’s fight. If it can even be called that.
“Mom?” Ashley asks softly.
“Are you mad at me?”
“I haven’t decided yet. Why don’t you tell me the whole story and then we’ll talk about it.” If she jumped straight into violence, yes you’re going to be a bit upset but if it was for self defense or to protect someone else it’s hard to be angry about that. Given who her family is, and one of her namesakes.
“Well Mark was being mean to Naomi. He kept asking her when she was going to go back to China. But mom, she’s not even Chinese!”
“Did you try to use your words first?” You ask patiently while attempting to ignore your husband whose now on FaceTime with Natasha.
“Of course I did mom.” She huffs after chewing her peanut butter slathered celery stick, “I told him to stop it because Naomi was born here so she’s from here just like he is. And he told me to make him stop it so I did.”
“I’m glad you stood up for your friend but I don’t want you getting into fights all the time. Leave that to your daddy okay?” She nods in agreement as someone pounds on your front door. You make your way over to it and open it, looking down at you is a rather large man who would be intimidating if you weren’t married to an Avenger.
“Are you Ashley Barnes’ mom?” He demands, his voice loud and angry.
“I am.”
“She assaulted my son.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh? She’s eight.” You say a hand on your hip.
“No.” He snarls taking a menacing step toward you, he’s glaring down at you looking more than a little furious. You stare up at him coolly then his eyes go wide and he takes a few steps back.
“Everything okay babe?” Bucky asks resting his hand on your lower back.
“Yea. This is Mark’s Dad. Apparently he’s angry about our daughter defending her friend.”
“Sh-she punched my son.” His bravado has wavered since Bucky has come into the room.
“Your son was being racist against one of our daughter’s friends. You know where they learn that.” Bucky says bluntly. Mark’s Dad sputters for a few seconds then he turns red, turns around and walks away muttering something about the fucking Winter Solider. Bucky chuckles lowly then turns you in his arms as he shoves the front door closed. “You mad?”
“No.” You answer honestly. “Where was I when you taught Ash how to fight?”
“Uh, during the girl’s weekend you, Natasha and Wanda had.”
“Is she any good?”
“Kid’s a natural.” He grins down at you, looking 100% proud poppa.
“Of course she is.”

brandnewsoundsinmymind  asked:

Oh my god yes. Enemies to friends to loves is my all time favourite trope i am so here for this i love it. Can I ask for "You come to the restaurant I work at and choose me as your waiter(ess) every time just to annoy me and I can’t do anything in retribution or I’ll get fired AU" or "Just got caught under the mistletoe with my arch-nemesis and now everything is slow changing between us AU"? Pretty please? ilu goodbye

This is my completely inappropriate Christmas-in-March fic!

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“Move it,” Steve says, trying to shove past Bucky from Marketing.

“Jeez,” Bucky from Marketing says. “The eggnog will keep.”

Steve shoots Bucky from Marketing a look over his glasses. “You’re standing in the middle of the doorway,” he says. “You’ve been standing in the middle of the doorway for eight minutes.”

“That’s an exaggeration,” Bucky from Marketing mutters.

And,” Steve continues, refusing to be silenced, “I’ve been trying to get by but you’ve been ignoring me.”

“So go by,” Bucky from Marketing says, rolling his eyes.

“You. Are. In. The. Way.” Steve spits.

“I. Am. Not. Moving.” Bucky from Marketing responds, in turn.

Fine,” Steve says, pushing again, which would probably be more effective if Steve weren’t barely hitting five-four and if Bucky from Marketing didn’t work out so much (which Steve only knows because he comes into work with his sweaty gym bag).

And that’s when he hears Darcy from Accounting go, “OOOOOOOOOH.” He looks up, but it’s too late. Half the party is looking at him and Bucky from Marketing. “We got two losers underneath the mistletoe!”

Steve looks up at Bucky from Marketing, who is looking down at him and…

Is blushing. Like, a lot.

Bucky from Marketing’s jaw twitches. “Can it, Darcy,” he says, eyes darting over to Darcy from Accounting, then back down to Steve. “So, uh, you, uh…”

He’s a stuttering mess, and Steve frowns. “Is the idea of kissing me really that bad?” he asks.

“What?” Bucky from Marketing asks, voice cracking a little. “No!”

“Then kiss me,” Steve says, putting a hand on his hip. “I mean, having this mistletoe at an office party is a ridiculous notion, but whatever. It’s fine. Kiss me.”

Bucky from Marketing just sort of gapes.

“Fine,” Steve says, “then I’ll do it.”

And then he goes up on his tiptoes and does.

Bucky from Marketing is tense, so Steve doesn’t make a big deal out of it. He kisses him, waits a few seconds, then pulls away. “There,” he says. “Hope that wasn’t too painful for you.”

“No, not… It wasn’t painful, not at all! But I, uh, gotta, uh, I gotta go over there,” Bucky from Marketing says, then practically leaps out of the doorway and towards Natasha from Sales at the other end of the room.

“The fuck?” Steve asks.

Darcy from Accounting saunters up to Steve and gives him a high-five. “Hell yeah,” she says. “Look at you!”

“Uh, thanks?” Steve says.

“So, are you in love? Are you gonna get married? Have little Barnes-Rogerses bouncing around the living room?” she asks.

“Don’t think so,” Steve says. “He didn’t seem too interested.”

Darcy from Accounting raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “You’re joking, right?” she asks. Steve doesn’t bother responding, just gives her an impressed look. “He’s been pining after you since last quarter, maybe even before that. I think he was waiting under there in the hopes that you’d come by and he could sweep you off your tiny, Chuck Taylor-clad feet.”

“You’re joking,” Steve says.

She shrugs. “Better ask him,” she says in a sing-song voice.

Out of morbid curiosity, Steve looks over to where Bucky from Marketing and Natasha from Sales are standing, talking to each other with a sort of intense, quiet urgency. He watches them for a second, then nearly flinches when Bucky from Marketing looks his way. He’s still blushing.

Normally, Steve would look away, but this time he doesn’t. Instead, he smiles.

Looking almost confused, Bucky from Marketing smiles back.

“Well,” Steve says, “I guess I could use someone to get me a glass of eggnog, and Bucky is standing close to the buffet.”

“That’s the spirit,” Darcy from Accounting says. “And a true Christmas miracle.”

“I’m an atheist,” Steve says.

“It’s the spirit of the thing!” Darcy from Accounting argues.

“Fine,” Steve says, heading towards the eggnog and Bucky from Mar—

And Bucky Barnes.

on parenthood and stories

This month, my kid turned four. Today, he went to his first full day of childcare/preschool, and had a wonderful time - he’s still working on learning to share, but he was excited when we dropped him off and excited when we picked him up, and apparently made such good friends with another boy that the teacher assumed they already knew each other, so I’m calling it a win. Tonight at dinner, while I talked him through eating his fish, he gave me a thumbs up to show he understood, and when I returned it, he grinned and held up his hand for a high five. I gave him one, and he exclaimed, “Yay teamwork!”

“That’s a new one,” my husband said. “I wonder where he got that from?”

“No idea,” I said. “But it’s pretty cute.” 

Years ago now, I was at a fairly dreadful academic dinner where I ended up being seated across from a woman I’d never met before, whose son had just started primary school. In the course of our conversation, I made what felt to me a fairly benign - not to say obvious - remark about how starting school means getting a life outside your parents; how, for the first time, they’re put in the position of having to ask you how your day was, instead of having been there for all of it or able to ask another adult for a summary, and how it’s the point where you really start to develop your own independence and private inner life. The woman went ramrod-straight and said, affronted and defensive, “My son tells me everything. I know everything about him.” 

At the time, it was one small uncomfortable moment in what went on to be a grossly uncomfortable evening for a variety of reasons (but that’s a different story). But it came back to me today when I realised that, even though my kid has technically just reached that point, in a way, he’s already been making progress towards it - not physically, in terms of being out of my sight for hours at a time, but narratively, in terms of the stories he consumes. For a while now, he’s had a hand-me-down iPad with Netflix on it (set to the kids section, obviously), which means he’s been able to choose the shows he watches without reference to our immediate judgement. And he has always, since he first figured out how to operate a touchscreen, demonstrated the ability to learn from what he watches without our direct guidance.

When he first started identifying numbers and shapes, my husband and I were startled, because we’d started by teaching him letters - then we saw he’d fallen in love with an educational kids’ show called Team Umizoomi, which focused exclusively on shapes and numbers. I watched a few episodes with him so I could talk to him about the characters, and quickly realised he was incorporating their names into his play and trying to narrate their adventures to me when he told me about his day. Since then, I’ve always tried to pay attention to what he watches and to discuss it with him: it helps that I have a good memory for character names and theme songs, so that even if I only catch a few minutes here or there, I can usually tell what he’s talking about or figure out how to ask for clarification.

One of his favourite shows is Daniel Tiger’s Neighbourhood, a cartoon continuation of the legacy of Mr Rogers. The first time I saw it, my adult cynicism had me rolling my eyes, but I cut that right the fuck out the first time my kid started singing the songs he’d learned from it and applying them in (roughly) the right emotional context. There’s a song on the show which has a verse that says “I like you / I like you / just the way you are,” but in my son’s rendition, it becomes, “Love you / for everything you do.” He sings it now as a call and answer: he sings it to me or his dad when he’s happy, and we sing it back to him. Recently he learned a new one about “when something goes bad / turn it around / and find something good,” and sings it whenever he thinks one of us is getting sad or upset - and it works, not least because it’s really goddamn adorable. 

So when he did the “Yay teamwork!” high five at dinner tonight, I realised I didn’t know if it was something he’d picked up from school or from a new TV show, and realised also that it didn’t really matter. It’s strange to think of him spending multiple full days a week with other people, but it’s also really exciting: not just to see how his independence develops (and to hope he gets better at sharing - the consequence of being an only child with few small friends is that he’s never really had to play cooperatively if he doesn’t want to), but because it means now that we get to hear about what he’s been doing in his own words. It means we can ask him questions about his day to which we don’t already know the answer, and invariably there’s going to come a point where he keeps more back than he tells us, because part of growing up is developing your own sense of emotional privacy, but as a writer, the significance of the fact that his first steps into independence were facilitated through narrative isn’t lost on me. Which is why stories matter; why they’ve always mattered. And why being parent - for all that it’s hella confusing and stressful a lot of the time - can also be really weirdly satisfying. 

Tainted Love (part 2)

Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.

Pairing: Lance x Reader

Warnings: swearin’

A/N: I’m so glad you guys like Tainted Love so far! Here ya go :) As always, I’ll fix any mistakes in the morning.

After watching Maggie’s routine, Lance claps his hands and turns to the blonde. “Hope. Office. Now.”

With a frustrated sigh, she follows him to the office and shuts the door behind her, waiting for him to rant on about how Maggie can do so much better. But, he didn’t.

“Well, she’s as good as gold. You’re not shit after all Hope.” Lance smiled at her. “Oh wait - you are.”

Hope rolled her eyes. “Shut your whore mouth.” she snapped. “And why did you bring me in here if you were going to tell me that? I thought you were gonna chew my head off or something.”

“I brought you in here because of her.” he nods his head over to you. “Who is she?”

Hope glances back at you, watching as you high five Maggie for doing a good job before starting a conversation with Ben.

“She’s my best friend.” Hope says, turning back to Lance. “Why?”

He shrugs, hoping to play it cool. “Nothin’ I just wanted to know who she was. She seems nice.”

“She is, but she can be a bitch if she needs to be.” Hope tells him and his eyes are now focused on you.

The way you smile, the way you tuck away your hair behind your ear, all make you seem so perfect. It was insane for Lance to be thinking like this because, well, Lance never thought about anyone like that. He had this foreign feeling inside him and he’d never admit it out loud but he kind of liked it.

“Give me her number.” he turns to Hope with a serious look in his eyes.

Hope’s face contorts. “What the fuck, no.”


“Because she’s my best friend and I won’t let her be another notch on your belt, asshat.” she snapped. “She’s too nice of a person to deserve what you’ll do to her.”

“Oh, and what exactly will I do to her?” Lance folds his arms across his chest as he glared at the blonde in front of him.

“You’ll lead her on to believe you actually like her, fuck her, then throw her aside and move on to your next victim. You won’t care about her feelings because all you can care about is yourself. It may not look like it, but she’s a sensitive girl, Lance. And I won’t let you fuck her up.”

Lance watches Hope exit the office and walk towards you and Ben. With a sigh, he gathers his things and exits the office as well.

“Well she’s clear.” he spoke, joining the small group. “I expect great things from you, Maggie.”

The happy brunette smiles and nods before Lance looks at you. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“Nice meeting you too, Lance.”

He held eye contact with you for a bit and Hope didn’t like it. So, she shoved him. “Leave already, dick breath.”

Lance smirked at her. “Oh, you would know all about what dick breath smells like, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did.” Lance chuckled at Hope’s annoyed expression.

With all that being said, he leaves the gym, flustered and with you on his mind. So consumed in his thoughts, he accidentally hits his head while getting into his car.

“Ah, shit.” he groaned, holding a hand to his head, completely unaware that just behind those gym doors, you stood holding your head as well.

3 days. It’s been 3 days and Lance cannot get you out of his head. 3 days and not once have you left his mind. He had to get in contact with you somehow. It was driving him insane.

But how? Hope wouldn’t give him your number. Ben probably had your number as well but being for the fact that Lance had fucked his girlfriend, he doubted that he’d give him it.

With an exasperated sigh, he throws himself down on his couch. He didn’t know anything about you, but he wanted to. When he saw you, it was different from when he’d see other girls but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Why did you have this effect on him?

Getting up from the couch, he decided to ease his mind of you and go out to the bar. Getting shitfaced sounded amazing, he could really use a drink.

Over on your end, Hope dragged you out to the bar. Karaoke night. Every karaoke night the two of you would get completely shitfaced and sing A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton because it was in your favorite movie, White Chicks.

While on stage, singing your heart out with Hope by your side, you hadn’t noticed Lance walk through the bar door. At the sight of you, he smiled. Mostly because he got to see you again and you were making a complete fool out of yourself.

Lance took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink as he watched you and Hope finish up the song, followed by loud applauses and hoots and howls. While you were walking off the stage, you had accidentally hit your knee on the speaker box, resulting in both you and Lance to tend to your knees.

Lance’s eyebrows knit together as he rubbed the spot on his knee before looking back at you. Coincidence, right?


Lance never cared about the whole soulmate thing which was why every time his soulmate tried contacting him, he’d either ignore her or tell her to leave him alone. Besides, if he ever met his soulmate, she’d probably want him to settle down with her and that just wasn’t Lance’s style. He didn’t want to be on a leash. He wanted to be free.

Gulping down his drink, he decides to join you at your table with Hope and Ben.

“Hi friends.” he smiled, gathering the attention he wanted from the 3 of you.

“Stalking me? Pfft, that’s low, Tucker. Even for you.”  Hope scoffed, rolling her eyes.

She was way out of it. And by the looks of it, so were you.

“In your dreams, Hope.” Lance responded, adverting his eyes to Ben. “This doesn’t look like your type of scene. What are you doing here?”

“I come to keep an eye out for Hope and Y/N to make sure they don’t do anything too stupid. I also take them home. Well, I take Y/N home, Hope lives with me so-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I didn’t ask for your life story buddy.” Lance cut him off. “Tell you what, I’ll take Y/N off your hands.”


Lance rolls his eyes. “I’ll take Y/N home so you have one less person to take care of.”

At this, Hope perks up. “No. There’s no way in hell I’d ever let you take my bitch home.”

Main bitch.” you correct, causing Lance to chuckle.

Hope glares at Lance. “I know what you’re capable of and I will not let you take advantage of-”

“Slow your roll,” he spoke up. “Now I know I’m a pig but I wouldn’t go as far as to having my way with a woman when she’s completely shitfaced. I thought you knew me better than that, Hope.”

Lance dramatically pouted and Hope groaned.

“We were having a nice time until you showed up.” she huffed.


“It’s cool if he takes me home, Hope. You know I can defend myself, sober or not.” you insert yourself into the conversation that seemed to be all about you.

“Yeah, she can defend herself, sober or not.” Lance grinned, smacking on his mint gum, knowing how irritated Hope got when he did that.

Hope placed her head in her hands. “Ugh, fucking cut it out before I murder you.”

“Cut what out?” he asked, continuing his actions.

“I’m gonna-” Hope lunges for him but was pulled back by Ben. She struggled to get free from him so that she could fuck Lance up but it was no use.

“I’m ready to go home now.” you announce, deciding to get out of there before Hope literally killed Lance on the spot.

“Good choice, let’s go.”

You gather your stuff and give Ben a hug. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Hopi.”

She threw threats towards Lance as the two of you made your way outside and into his car. And then it hit you. You were in a strangers car. You would never ever do something like this but for some reason, you trusted Lance fully despite only meeting him once. You got a weird feeling when you were with him. Like you two have known each other for years. It was comforting yet weird.

Upon arriving at your house, Lance brought you to your bed and tucked you in, making sure you were comfortable.

“You good? You need anything else?” he asked.

You hummed in response, turning on your side and curling up in a ball. You had muttered out a thank you before soft snores escaped your lips. You were out. Lance let out an exhausted sigh and left your room. He’d usually leave a girls house as soon as possible but he wanted to make sure you were alright in the morning. So, tired as hell, he fell asleep on your couch.

You woke up groaning. The hangover you were experiencing was probably way worse than any of your other ones, and you’ve had many hangovers.Kicking your sheets off your body, you drag yourself into the kitchen, being met with a tired looking Lance.

“Woah, what are you doing here?” you question. “Wait.. We didn’t..”

“No, god no I would never take advantage of you like that.” he groaned. “I took you home last night and it was pretty late and I was tired as hell so I slept on your couch. I meant to leave before you woke up but I guess I slept in.”

You noticed he was massaging his temples, like he had headache and decided to ask him about it. “Do you have a headache?”

“What? Oh, I guess. I just woke up and my head was pounding. I tried looking for some painkillers but..” he trailed off.

“They’re over here.” you say, opening a drawer and pulling out a bottle of painkillers.

“Thank god.” he breathed, walking towards you with his hand out.

You give him two and get two out for yourself as well before putting them away. “Yeah, I needed some too. These hangovers are unbearable.”

At this, Lance looks up at you. His head was hurting, as if he had a hangover. But he only had one drink at the bar and he surely wasn’t a lightweight so he couldn’t possibly gave himself a hangover. Were you his.. Soulmate? No. You couldn’t be. There’s no way!

But was it really that impossible? There’s only one way to find out.

Lance bites his lip and takes a deep breath before pinching his side very hard. You let out a yelp, nearly dropping your glass of water as your hand went flying to your side. The same exact side Lance had pinched.

Coincidence. This had to be a coincidence. Lance tried again, this time pinching his upper arm and you reacted, hissing at the pain and rubbing the spot. He couldn’t believe it. Now it made sense why he felt the way he did when he saw you. You were his soulmate.

Holy shit. You were his soulmate. That means-

“Ah, shit.” you make eye contact with Lance. “My soulmate keeps pinching himself. That or he’s being pinched by someone. Either way it hurts.”

All Lance could do was nod, still not believing what he had just found out.

“Speaking of soulmates,” you continued. “I hate to intrude but have you found yours? I haven’t found mine yet which sucks because everyone around me already knows who their soulmate is.”

Lance gulps. “um.. Yeah.. Yeah I’ve found mine already.”

“Really? Who?” you couldn’t help but ask.

Lance didn’t want to say anything just yet but his mouth moved faster than his brain did. “You.”

His words hit you hard and your head began to spin. “W-What? There’s no way.”

You didn’t want to believe it. Lance Tucker was your soulmate? Pfft, no way!

“I’m telling the truth.” he says. “Think about it, you have a hangover and suddenly my head hurts too.”

“Coincidence?” you wanted to force yourself to believe that.

“Look.” he say, pulling up the sleeve of his jacket. “I apologize in advance.” Lance squeezes his eyes shut as he pinches the skin of his arm harshly, causing you to feel it as well.

“Ow! Stop it!” you shout, holding your as just as he stops.

“Do you believe me now?” he breathed, rubbing the spot on his arm that he had just pinched.

“I-I can’t.. No.. I-” you stumble over your words before making a beeline for your room, shutting and locking the door. You pick up your phone and frantically scroll until you find Hope’s number, calling immediately. She answers on the fifth ring.

“What the fuck Y/N? Why are you calling so damn-”

“Shut the fuck up and listen Hope.” you cut her off.

“Okay, I’m listening. But I don’t know what could be more important than-”

“Lance Tucker is my fucking soulmate.”

Hope went silent.

A/N: This wasn’t as eventful as I hoped it’d be but here ya are :) tell me what ya think!


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Brave Williams from New York is just 17 but is already 7ft 1 and growing

Towering over his teammates at 7ft 1in tall, 17-year-old Brave Williams is hoping his height can help propel him to sporting stardom.

The 400lb senior at Lake Shore High School in Angola, New York, is already a highly-regarded member of his high school basketball and American football teams.

And the youngster is now setting his sights on winning a much-coveted college athletic scholarship.

‘When I was five years old, I was like 5ft 3in.’

'The teachers thought I was actually a second grader, so they put me in the wrong class for about an hour before they realised their mistake.’

'I had to tell them that I was just starting school.’

However, Brave very nearly didn’t make it to even his first birthday - he had to be delivered via caesarian because the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck.

'The doctors tried to pull me out three times before they were going to take more drastic measures. But as soon as my dad touched my mom’s forehead, I let go, and the doctors got me out,’ Brave told high school sports site MaxPreps.

'My dad instantly named me Brave because I needed a strong name.’

Specialists were concerned that he might be suffering from a form of gigantism known as Sotos syndrome, but tests done at three months and again at three years came back clear - much to the relief of his mother Angela.

She said: 'Every day he grew more and more, so that was when I got worried.

'To finally get the word that you have just got a tall kid was really relieving to say the least.’

Brave is now 7ft 1in tall - the same as Basketball Hall of Fame legend Shaquille O'Neal - but experts predict will be 7ft 5in by the time he stops growing, the same size as his great-great uncle.

Brave said: 'He made a pine tree look like a sapling. So, I think that’s where I got most of my height from.’

Born of African-American and Native American heritage, Brave lives on the Cattaraugus Reservation in the Seneca Nation of Indians.

The tall teen sleeps in a custom-made bed, although his feet still dangle off the end, and wears size 21 shoes.

While Brave’s size makes him killer on the court, it does also attract unwelcome attention in the form of stares and comments.

Mom Angela said: 'It was tough for me when my son turned five because then he had to go to school and I had to share him with the world.

'It was hard because he is sensitive and people stare, they look, they point.

'Now he’ll take the time to talk to everybody, people ask him the same questions over and over again - “How tall are you? Are you a wrestler? Are you this? Are you that?” And he just takes the time to respond, that’s his special gift.’

Brave is now determined to go on and become a pro athlete, but says he wants to go to college and complete his studies first - and would like to major in engineering.

And for 5ft 9in Angela, Brave’s stature is more than just an accident of genetics.

'I thought about my son being tall for a long time, and I think there is a reason why he’s so tall - because it gets him noticed and makes people listen to him,’ she added.

'But the rest is what matters, what really makes him special. I know he’s going to do big things.’


madinsomeway  asked:

Last year I met Tom Baker at a convention in Slough. I asked him for a high five after I got his autograph and he looked at me with utter confusion and repeated slowly "A high five?" before bemusedly holding up his hand, which I then awkwardly pushed against with my own. Basically what I'm saying is Tom Baker doesn't know what a high five is.

omg that just screams “alien pretending to be human”

Quarterback Comeback - Chris Evans

Request: Okay so you wrote the Falcon fan story, think you can write one where the reader is a Patriots fan? Because if I had been at that game I would have been flipping out right along side him! & 

Request: Hey, do you think you can write a Chris Evans x Reader at the Superbowl, she’s also a Pats fan, and sooo much into the game. And they both yell the same thing at the same time and Chris notices her and like immediate crush, please?

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit cramped or any sort of football terminology is off, I tried to be accurate as I could. I even watched highlights of the game and went on the NFL website to look up the players, lmao. I hope this is good for both requests! Lots of love - R .x 

people: Chris!SuperBowl - Reader ft. Scott Evans & Jeremy Renner

warnings: nope.

“Yeah! Fuck yeah! Is this was euphoria feels like? Cause I’m high as a fuckin’ kite, that was sick, man!” You gave a double high five to Renner before turning to take a sip of your beer, which was missing. 

What the fuck, who takes a beer at the Super Bowl? Are we savages?

“Chris, I think someone stole my beer, Imma go get another-” Just as you were searching through your purse you glanced up at your boyfriend to see him frozen, with a beer situated right on his lips.

Popping up, you snatched your beer out of the thieves hands. Putting it on your other side knowing Renner would spit it out any of the beer if he decided to steal it. It was Bud Light and Renner was too fancy for that shit, so he says.

“Hey! Asshole! Ain’t you got millions? Get your paws off my drink!” I poked at Chris’s Patriot covered chest and saw those blue eyes begin their trick of puppy dog eyes, the ones I never could resist from him, ever.

“I thought we share now? Besides, it’s like God is upon us now! We have a fucking lead we’re so close, babe. We’re gonna win. I know it. Forget the beer we are going to be champions again-” We swing our heads as Scott yells out for us to look out onto the field- oh fuck.



You saw your second boyfriend (to be fair, Chris didn’t really care and actually would agree anytime you talked about how Tom’s ass looked damn fine in his uniform. 

“Are you two fuckin’ like psychic? What the hell?” You both turned to Renner and rose a brow to him,

“What do ya mean?” Chris took a swig of his own beer can, and let his eyes drift back and forth to the field as Brady got Pat’s for his slide into the 40-yard line.

“You two have been yelling the same thing at the exact same time for like twenty minutes, I’d think you’ll we’re from the shining if you guys weren’t fuc-” 

Punching his shoulder you just smirked at Renner and shook your head, “It’s called telekinesis, Jer. We get it whenever we watch sports. It’s like all of a sudden we share a brain-” You took a slow glare to Chris jokingly, “And apparently beer’s now too…”

Chris only laughed and grasped your waist, pulling you snug into his side as the team set up again. “You think they’ll come back from 3 to 28?” 

Scott asked nonchalantly, only to have you and Chris simultaneously tell him, “Yeah we fuckin’ arah! We turning this steamboat around.”

You giggled at this weird formation that only now you realized looked probably quite disturbing outside of your mind and Chris’s as well. “We’re weird, aren’t we?”

“Yup. Psychos whose team is about to lock this shit down.” You gave Chris a peck to his arm before turning back to the game, only to see a goddamn miracle happen as White took a dive, landing a touchdown but just inches.

“Yeah! Oh, my! God!” You and Chris looked at each other with eyes filled to the brim with joy. Except, normally the passion that was in between you was not because a sweaty guy just got sacked by a bunch of other sweaty guys and managed to still land a touchdown.

“Still worried we ain’t gonna win, Scottie?” You leaned over and looked at Scott as he gave you a fuck off smirk and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh good, god. I’m gonna have to have to Chris’s in my life now? Is this what it’s gonna be like, every time the Patriot’s get to the Super Bowl? Because if so, I’m gonna start charging you both for my additional weekly therapy sessions.” 

Chris just laughed loudly, clapping his heads as he threw his head back, obviously getting a bit Drunk Happy. You just chuckled to yourself and downed the rest of my beer, setting it aside and focusing back on the game.


You knew they were going to make a comeback, it was what New Englander’s did. We turned around in the last moments and came together to fucking smash the glass ceiling every time. We never stop and we don’t even let our minds wander in the final hours of the game. To see the ball make it across the white line, and into the zone, landing us Patriots, another. Fucking. Win.

Confetti went off as you and Chris jumped up and down, high from the electricity in the air of fellow Bostonians and Englander’s cheering the team for their miraculous victory. “Oh my god! Yes! Yeah, yeah, yeah!” You shouted along with Chris as we roared with the fans. 

Taking in the victory of another win. Feeling Chris tug slightly on your arm made you turn towards him only to be picked up by the inward curve of your waist, and have a pair of beer tasting lips kiss you fiercely. Not bothering in holding back anything between you both as he kissed you with as much force as he could without pain. You draped your arms around his neck, letting your legs snake around his waist. Suddenly forgetting you were in public and people we most likely filming this. You frankly, give a damn, because your Quarterback was kissing from the victory. 

You almost pulled away from Chris with the love he poured into the kiss, feeling as if it was too much for your body to handle with all the excitement and beer running through you, right now. He pulled his head away and gave a dreaming, toothy grin that made you giggle softly into his neck while leaned in. You embraced the teddy bear of a man while swaying together back and forth in almost a hypnotic motion. Letting the cheers take you both different places. It was weird looking at everyone jumping and screeching, yet you’d just been that person who was tugging at their hair, grabbing anyone in sighting to tug them towards the scene below you, or even just shouting fuck over and over.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the chaos that surrounded you both, and the euphoria that laid in between are bodies, almost like we found a transportation device and we’re no longer at the stadium. We’re just together, loving one in another in a celebration of joy and love. After the last year, this win felt more than a victory for the Patriots, it felt like a win for you and Chris, personally. 

After the fights that you both went through together, united as one for the injustice that America was receiving these days, and much more to come, it sucked to believe tomorrow would resume normally. You kept in mind that in this moment, confetti popped and fell all around us, some catching even in your tangled locks.

“I mean, I hate to say this, Scott, but look how cute the Shining twins are? It’s like a football romantic dramedy!” Chris’s friend John teased you both as he pointed his camera towards us both, making Scott laugh and swat at John’s camera 

“Hey! It’s only during football season we become one. The rest of the time we are in a war together on who is better than the other at what. Let’s be honest, babe. I’m better, always.”

You slapped Chris on the chest and giggled, taking his unfinished Bud light from behind him, and slowly bringing it to your lips, “You keep telling yourself that, Buddy Boy. Just remember that we have film age of me kicking your ass all the way to Colorado in table tennis.”

“Shots already fired and we aren’t even out of the damn stadium yet!” Scott groaned, smacking his hand to his forehead. Jeremy let out a gruff laugh and patted my back as you situate yourself back on the ground again, fixing your top that had risen slightly.

“Congrats Scott on your newest sibling!” Jeremy teased to across at Scott who was smiling and shaking his head. “I’m in for a new hearing aid when they have a baby and becomes the ultimate super pat’s fan. Can you imagine?”

“Yes, I can, dork! And she’s also part of the team and is alongside all the best players and has gotten twenty super bowl rings so yeah!” You smiled at Chris delicately, as if he was suddenly made of glass. His voice never wavered when he replied to Scott, meaning he’d thought about our daughter in the NFL before. Not just making it up right now.

“Hmm, Baby Evans, Quarterback for the Patriots and winner of… a noble peace prize! I like that, babe. Let’s go start planning her future college fund, right now! Well, after we celebrate, then we can start her college fund and map out where she’ll play in college…”

Chris smiled and jumped for joy like a jumping bean suddenly made its way into his heart. Chris couldn’t help but dream about the perfection of you and him, crossed together to make the most amazing human being.

Chris knew that whatever gender, whatever personality, they’d have a Quarterback baby. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world to think about, though. He couldn’t help but smile more and more at the thought of a baby Evans wandering around during a future Super bowl, with a tiny Brady jersey on during the game.

Something to look forward too, in the next few years. 

At least that was Chris’s hope.

I can’t keep my Chris!Dad feels down, guys!!! I mean like look below, COME ONNNNN! They always come out in my writing, lol. I hope you enjoyed it! 

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My Jensen Photo Op Experience @ HousCon 2017!

So for my Jensen photo op, I wanted to recreate the BTS scene shot from 11x04 “Baby” when Jensen is flexing with Jared in the back staring at it.

I went up to him, and he said, “Hey!” All excited while patting me on the back. “How are you doing?” (He still remembers me. I’m still dead.)  I said I was doing good and asked how he was doing. He said he was doing good too.

I told him there was that picture of him flexing with Jared in the back staring at it, so I asked if he could flex for me and act all smug and smirky while I pretended to be Jared. He went for the pose, already flexing, and I go stand behind him making the surprised face. However, Chris told me that I was too much in the shadows and couldn’t see my face well, so initially I thought I would have to go for a new pose since Jensen started to put his arm down. Then suddenly, I have both Chris making a forward motion hand gesture and Jensen saying, “Why don’t you come up right here?” So I move closer, and here’s me, literally hovering behind Jensen’s back, my hand on his shoulder, his bicep literally next to my face, and I just awkwardly tilted my head down to give some semblance of me staring at it because I was so close! (It was very thick. *sweats*)

This earned some wows and cheers from the audience. I think I heard someone say, “Oh my god!” when we were posing. We both chuckled, and I thanked him before giving Chris a high-five as I was leaving.

And apparently, after talking to one of the IMAlive volunteers, my op was known around HousCon as the op of the guy BITING Jensen’s bicep. Super embarrassing! It wasn’t my intention (consciously), but I love how it turned out!  Jensen smirk kills me in this op, and he continually kills me every time I see him.

Haven’t Seen Her

Title: Haven’t Seen Her

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Jacksepticeye x fem!reader

Word Count: 1766 

Summary: Jack has a new girlfriend?

A/N: This story is told as the reader is female. For my NonBinary/Male pals out there, if you would like for me to rewrite the story with genderless pronouns, just let me know and I’ll get it up as soon as possible

Originally posted by riciehmon

Jack had a new girlfriend. The internet was buzzing, his community talking about it on every form of social media. Who had managed to catch the eye of the sweet, loud, Irish boy? More importantly, how had they not noticed? The clues should have been as clear as day, not to mention all the times he mentioned you.

       The first time he mentioned you, it was a passing remark. No one really took notice of it, too occupied laughing and focused on what the Irish man was doing. Smiling, he held up a handful of containers, and a small note with scribbles on it.

       “So, I got my make up here that was so generously loaned to me. (Y/N) put a little list here for me so I knew what order to put them on.”

       The second time was a few months later, when he was doing a new and improved house tour. Not much changed, though it was always entertaining to watch the shaky camera and the happy voice accompanying it.

       “This plant is very pretty. Its not mine though, I’m just watching over it while (Y/N) visits her family.”

       Yet, the fans still didn’t seem to pick up on anything. Sure, there were a few comments here and there about what he had said, but they were buried deep in the comments section, covered by links and click bait ads.

       The third time sparked interest within his community, more and more people noticing your name popping up here and there, casually as if he had already told them who you were. Had he? Or was this a new development?

       “What’s my favourite memory of 2015? Oh, that’d have to be the time a bunch of my friends and I went on a group camping trip. It was amazing. I never really get to hang out with people as much, not that I’m complaining or anything. It was just nice to get away for the weekend. (Y/N) and I had canoed down the river, and almost got lost if it wasn’t for her being smart enough to bring a compass.”

       By now, theories began to pop up. Did Jack get a girlfriend? An old family friend? A neighbour? No one could figure it out, and Jack had given them no clues. People began writing stories, drawing art, trying to guess who you were and what you looked like. It wasn’t until the four incident, when they finally got some clue into who you were.

       “Top of the morning to you laddies. My name is Jacksepticeye!”

       Thousands of people watched in confusion as Jack sat in front of the screen, his face being the only thing seen, awe and confusion on his face as he looked off screen, and not the game that was put in the title. That wasn’t the only thing that was off. The voice of the intro, however, wasn’t his. It was a woman’s voice, melodic and teasing as she practically screamed the line he was known for. Jack laughed, slouching over the table slightly before quickly standing up, only the corner of his jaw seen of his face, whispering something to someone off screen. There was a laugh, then Jack getting pushed back into view of the camera, before the video reset, playing the intro as it should have been, as if nothing had happened. An arm, a hand, and a glimpse of hair was all they got, but it was enough to explode the internet.  

       The fifth incident was different than the others. It was a vlog, nothing too unusual for Jack to do every now and then. However, this time, he stood in front of a hair salon, his green hair faded so much it was practically yellow.

       “Top of the morning to you laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome to another vlog! I know I’ve been doing quite a few of these lately, but this time, I’ve brought you to the hairdresser! Tons of people asked me to show me going to get my haired dyed, and the process of it. And in order to not bore myself. I’ve brought along a friend!”

       There was a cheerful hello in the background, but Jack hadn’t turned the camera, the voice hidden, and the person unknown. Was this (Y/N)? The girl that had started showing up in Jacks videos more and more? The audience waited in anticipation, enjoying themselves already.

       The video continues, Jack doing things here and there, cracking a few jokes and introducing the lady who was dying his hair. However, it was soon obvious whom he had brought with him, as the same name rang out half way through, and a woman walking behind Jack as he filmed himself looking in the mirror. The mystery girl had returned. Fans eagerly watched, hoping to catch another glimpse of her. However, the only thing they got was Jack retelling a joke you had said, or repeating a funny comment while you laughed in the background. It wasn’t until the end, when you were revealed again.

       “Don’t I look soooooo pretty!”

       Jack’s voice was high pitched, hands pulling your hair so it curled over his head, which was partially dyed to match his, as he smiled sweetly into the camera. You laughed from behind him, quickly stealing the camera, and your hair back, from his hands and flipping the camera to filming him. However, the camera had turned to your face, and for a split second, the world saw your face.

       Twitter blew up minutes after the vlog was posted, the hashtag #WhoIsJack’sNewGirlfriend? spread like wildfire, single shots of your blurry face everywhere.

       The sixth mention, wasn’t as much as a mention, but more a video. The video was titled “HAPPY WHEELS CHALLENGE…WITH A GUEST?!?!”, no mention of who it was, or if they had been on a video with him before. Fans spectated the video, starting with the intro, just as it always was. However, the camera was placed differently, so that Jack was completely visible till his waist. His arms were behind him, and two smaller hands replaced them, high-fiving the air beside the camera. Jack laughed as the hand totally failed, but continued to do his intro.

       "Top of the morning to you laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye, and welcome back to…HAPPY WHEELS! I have a very special guest with me today, (Y/N)! And this is a very stupid video we decided to do, because why not?! I’m going to have my arms behind my back, and (Y/N) is going to control the game for me, but she can’t see a thing! Hopefully this wont be a total disaster!“

       The video was full of laughs, screams, and Jacks new hands smacking his shoulder several times, which just made them laugh harder. It was hard not to laugh along, especially when Jack kept screaming while (Y/N) tried to do a spike fall. The fans hoped that they could at least see a small view of your face, however, Jacks back and shoulders covered everything that could have been seen.

       The seventh and final instance, was when the truth came out.

       Jack was filming another reading your comments video, a half a year after you were first mentioned. He started the first few as he normally did, a few silly one, a few serious ones with silly answers, and one serious one. And then, the moment of truth.

“Jack, can you please tell us who (Y/N) is? You’ve mentioned her a lot recently, and I know I’m not the one wondering. I’ve seen a lot of these comments recently, and yes, I have seen them and haven’t answered them. (Y/N) is a very special person to me, and I respect her enough not to be forcing her to do things she doesn’t want to do. She enjoys her privacy, and can be shy sometimes, so I don’t want to be forcing her to sit with me on camera, or be constantly filming what we do. When (Y/N) and I hang out, I don’t have to pretend with her. Not that I’m saying I pretend when I talk to you guys, but when I film, I constantly have to make things interesting, keep the energy going. (Y/N) is my rock, and I couldn’t imagine her not being in my life. When she’s ready, maybe she’ll introduce herself to you, but for now, please don’t pressure her into anything she doesn’t want to do. If you haven’t figured it out, (Y/N) is my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for almost eight months now, and honestly I’m so happy. I love her to death, and I hope you guys will love her just as much as I do. Okay, maybe not that much.”

       He ended the question with a giggle, and that was that.
       Of course you were mentioned more and more over the course of the year, Jacks face lighting up at your name and the stories he told. He apologized most of the time when a story got away from him about the two of you, but instead if receiving hate or comments that told him they didn’t want to hear stories about you, all the comments were positive. They loved hearing stories about you, about the life Jack had outside of YouTube. As soon as he started mentioning you, others did as well. Mark, Felix, and even Ken mentioned you at least once in their videos, excited for Jack and happy that he found someone to love as much as they had. Mark of course had to be the odd man out and have a whole story on one of his videos, but the fans loved it, laughing about how you got lost at the mall with them and had to huddle next to him until you two managed to find Jack again.

       It wasn’t until a year and a half later, when you were finally introduced to the world. It wasn’t a video like most hoped, a picture was what revealed you. Your face wasn’t in it completely, you were turned away, just the side of your face being seen, but Jack was full center. The pictured seemed almost better than a video when everyone saw the smiles on yours and Jacks face as he held your hand up, a ring on your ring finger sparkling in the light, did they realize that they didn’t need to see you to know that you made Jack incredibly happy. And that was enough for them.

All In My Head (C.H.)

Originally posted by hemmoxhood96

A/N: The end is shit (well the whole thing is but I haven’t posted anything in a while so y’all just need to bear with me). I was struggling on how to end it and I still don’t like it, but I needed to post someting and this was already 14 pages on word. Link to the song below.

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“So do you want to come with me on tour this time?” Michael asked me as we lounged in his room playing games on his Xbox.

I didn’t divert my eyes from the screen as I answered his question. “Duh! You promised me that I could join you and the boys on this tour if Mom said I could and she did.”

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure. Are you okay though with staying on a tour bus with four grown, yet immature, boys for a whole eight months?”

“I do just fine now when the boys come over practically every day.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true, but you have to realize that you can’t just leave or they can’t leave, unlike how it is here.”

“I understand that and I know I definitely want to tour with you guys. I want to travel around the world and do tourist type of things, you know, collect magnets and take cliché photos.”

Michael chuckled. “It’s not all that it’s cracked up to be.”

“Hey, you’ve toured the world like seven times. Of course, it won’t be as exciting as the first time.”

“Four times.” Michael corrected me.

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, big difference.”

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A Forfeit Is A Forfeit

“How?!” Zoe gapes over at Alfie, surprise etched across her face as Joe and Y/N high five.

“I have no idea,” Alfie laughs, shaking his head. “I’m as surprised as you are.”

“This isn’t fair! You cheated!” Zoe points at her brother, who stares back at her, mouth open.

“What! No we didn’t! We just know each other better!”

“You gave her the answers before we started, didn’t you?”

“You know I don’t cheat at these things, Zoe.” Joe chuckles, “Clearly you and Alfie just don’t know each other that well.”

“Oi!” Alfie protests, “I know your sister very well. We bloody live together!”

“Then explain how Joe and I won.” Y/N questions, smiling innocently at him.

“This isn’t fair.” Zoe repeats, crossing her arms.

“You’re just upset because of the forfeit.” Y/N teases, poking the other woman in the side.

“I don’t want water balloons thrown at me!” Zoe whines, turning to look at Joe, a pleading look on her face, “Please don’t make me.”

“Sorry, sis.” He shrugs, “A forfeit is a forfeit.”

“You are the worst brother in the world.” She mumbles as Joe turns to look back at the camera.

“Well, there you have it. Zalfie vs Y/S/N, and Y/S/N wins. Which means its time for the forfeit! This should be fun,” He rubs his hands together, and evil little smirk on his face.

“Leave a comment saying who you thought would win,” Y/N adds, “Because I’ll admit, I thought Zalfie would win.”

“Do you not have any faith in us, love?” Joe looks over at her, “I knew we would win.”

“No you didn’t,” She scoffs, “You told me this morning that your sister was sure to win.”

“Really?” Alfie laughs, “Way to believe in your relationship, mate.”

“It’s not that!” Joe cries out as the other three stand, “You and Zoe have just been together longer.”

“Not bloody long enough, apparently.” Zoe mutters to herself, grimacing as Y/N grabs a bucket of water balloons. “I really don’t want to do this.”

“Too bad.” Joe tells her, repositioning the camera to see outside. “You lost. We won. Time to get pelted with water balloons.”

“All electronics get left inside, by the way.” Y/N reminds them, placing her own phone on the table.

“Let’s just do this.” Zoe leads the way outside.

“Ready?” Joe asks a minute later, water balloons in his hands, Y/N standing beside him, her own balloons in her hands.

“As we’ll ever be.” Alfie tells them, chuckling as Zoe covers her face.

She lets out a scream as the first balloon breaks against her stomach, gasping at the coldness.

Laughing, Y/N and Joe continue to throw a few balloons, until one doesn’t pop, but lands at Alfie’s feet.

“Free for all!” He calls, bending down to pick it up quickly, throwing it at Y/N has he makes a run for the bucket of balloons.

It doesn’t take long before all four are throwing balloons everywhere, and Alfie gets his hands on the hose, spraying the other three.

“Cheater!” Y/N calls out, trying to hide behind Joe as Alfie continues to spray them.

“Fair game!” He calls back.

“Alright, alright!” Joe hollers, holding his hands up, blinking at the water droplets falling in his eyes as Alfie turns the house off. “We’re all soaked, I think it’s time to call a truce.”

“Truce is good.” Zoe shivers slightly, “Because its bloody freezing out here.”

“Agreed,” Y/N nods, wrapping her arms around Joe in an attempt to warm up, “Perhaps we shouldn’t have done this in February.”

“It was still fun,” Joe smirks, rubbing his hands and up down her bare arms.

“There’s towels by the back door.” Zoe tells them all, pulling the wet shirt from against her stomach.

“You can just clean up the water!” Joe tells her, making his way inside quickly.

“Wait, Joe!” Zoe chases after him, “Stop getting water everywhere!”

“Those Suggs,” Alfie shakes his head, following Y/N inside, both staying by the back door to dry off.

“They’re crazy.” She tells him, smiling as they listen to the siblings call back and forth.

“But they’re our crazies.”

Just a Fan

Summary: You are Taehyung’s girlfriend and surprise him by pretending to be a fan so you could see him at a fan meet.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

It was hard to see your boyfriend because he was always so busy. Obviously being an idol was hard so he couldn’t always be with you but you were patient and tried your best to tolerate his frustrating schedule. He was very caring though, because whenever he had free time he would come see you and you found that admirable. It warmed your heart.

Taehyung was always playful and bubbly. You two were the most energetic couple, always bouncing off the walls, giggling to each other and doing things to annoy the other BTS members when ever you found time, especially Jimin and Jungkook. They were your main targets.

As for the older members, they tolerated you guys but got frustrated every once in awhile. The fact that they tolerated Taehyung and your childishness and immaturity that you often showed meant a lot, though.

BTS was currently doing promotions for their new album which in turn meant that you’d be spending a lot of time without your boyfriend which is exactly why you devised a genius plan.

Fans didn’t know you and Taehyung were dating which allowed you a window of opportunity. The fans not knowing did have its cons but sometimes it was really worth it.

You couldn’t wait to see the look of surprise on Taehyung’s face when he saw you at the fan meet today. You scored a ticket after pleading with the manager and bringing out every aegyo tactic you knew. You knew favoured you and was really fond of you so you used it to your advantage. All the tickets to the fan meet sold out way too quickly for you to get one so he was your only resort left. After he gave you the ticket you made him promise not to tell BTS of your unprecedented appearance at their meeting.

You giggled to yourself as you got dressed in all of the fan merch you owned. Taehyung gave it to you as gifts, claiming that he knew BTS was you favourite group. Originally you didn’t accept but his persistence caused you to crack after awhile (awhile meaning about five minutes). You grabbed the albums you wanted signed and safely tucked them into bag.

Your heart was light as you thought of the events to come, skipping to your car. You could already see everything. Pretending to be a fan was definitely going to be worth it. Not only would you see shock plastered across all of the members faces but you would also be able to interact with your beloved Taehyung and the fact that it was in a public forum was even better. You wouldn’t be able to be intimate with him but it did still make you happy. Your plan was perfect.

The traffic wasn’t too bad during your drive to venue. For the most part, it was a short, peaceful drive with the air being clouded by your humming along with the radio in the air-conditioned car. You were just on time as you pulled into the parking space. Quite a few fans were already around, mostly in groups.

The line wasn’t too long and judging by the way the fans were whispering excitedly among themselves and pointing to the sleek, black SUV that you were all too accustomed to seeing, BTS had arrived not too long ago.

You had to be sure you remained invisible to BTS so you found yourself casually standing behind a group of girls to stay subtly hidden. They didn’t seem to notice as they were neck deep in a conversation about Jimin’s thighs and butt.

“-but like have you seen the boy in short pants? His thighs look they’re made of steel or something.” You overheard. The group of girls hummed a chorus of agreement and you couldn’t help but nod too. It was the truth, his thighs really were a blessing to the earth.

The line was moving quickly which you were grateful for. The girls’ conversation was becoming weirder by the second because the topic they drifted to was how provoking V was when he stuck his tongue out. It was probably because you were his girlfriend that the topic turned you off even though it should’ve made you more interested. Maybe it was because you didn’t like them talking about him in that way even though you knew he could be a sexy best when he felt like.

Soon enough you were at the front, handing over the ticket in exchange for a stamp on your wrist and a pin to signify that you were actually supposed to be there because you had a ticket.

More and more fans were arriving and seats were being filled quickly so you quickly found yourself comfortably waiting for the meeting to start, passing the time on your phone in what was the last available seat of the second row.

About ten minutes later, you heard intro music being played and BTS came out, causing a huge reaction from the fans, they were screaming, waving and doing everything you could think of. The boys looked tired but they were able to easily mask it under bright smiles and enthusiastic waves. It was only because you were close to them that you could see through it all.

None of them had spotted you yet, they were too busy greeting the fans through the microphone and getting encouraging words and screams in return. It was only after they were finished dancing to Not Today in the cutest way possible as requested by the fans that Namjoon’s eyes met yours during his scan of the crowd.

His eyes widened significantly and the surprise was evident on his face. The look on his face cause your lips to form a small smirk and you hushed him by putting a finger on your lip. He laughed and winked discreetly to convey to you that he wouldn’t tell Tae.

Segment after segment, no one seemed to have noticed you were there. The time passed quickly and honestly you could see more and more why fans loved those seven boys so much.

You were suspicious of Namjoon though. You were sure it was him that was steering the members clear of where you sat but you didn’t mind. That and the fact that you wore your cap so low it was near impossible to see your face but you could see them. Those factors just built for a stronger impact on the element of surprise that you were going to use on Taehyung.

It seemed like it was finally time for the fans to meet the members right after they had an aegyo contest as requested by the fans. Both parties were enjoying themselves greatly, you could see the genuine smiles making their faces glow as they watched the fans.

The security was tight everywhere and they started motioning for the fans to get up, leading them behind the rope. BTS finally took their seats, gulping down their waters thirstily as they chatted among themselves.

You were at the back of the line in the first batch of fans to be led behind the rope. You made sure to play the part fully, excitedly taking out the items you wanted to be signed by BTS oh-so-badly.

It wasn’t long until the line started moving and you could see the members chatting animatedly with the fans, giggling at their compliments, answering their questions and signing their merchandise. As your turn to meet BTS drew nearer your heart picked up its pace and your excitement was practically bubbling over the edge, ready to spill any second.

First up was Jin and you giggled when he smirked knowingly. You slid the albums across the table to Jin as he leaned a bit closer to you. “Namjoon told you I was here, didn’t he?”

Jin nodded in reply. “I saw you over there hiding under that cap.” He tapped your cap with a finger then pointed to your seat which caused you to crack a smile. “I’m going to surprise TaeTae.” You stated.

“I’ve been wanting to see him so badly for awhile now.” You grinned and leaned closer to him. “He doesn’t know that I’m here, does he?” Jin shook his head, bangs bouncing around, framing his handsome face. “Great.” You giggled and he quickly signed the album and high-fived you, sending a flying kiss your wink, accompanied with a wink of good luck before you moved onto the next member.

Namjoon grinned at you when he saw you coming to him. “You should be thanking me. Jin helped me make sure that the others didn’t notice you over there sitting so prettily, trying to hide under that cap.” He took the albums from your hands, gently hitting your cap with them.

“Was I really that bad at hiding.” You asked and he shook his head. “No just a bit obvious but not obvious enough for Taehyung to realize someone was being suspicious.” You sighed in relief at his words and he quickly signed the albums and showed his dimples with a cute smile.

“Don’t worry Y/N. You’ll get him good.” He gave you a big thumbs up and you returned it, sliding on over to stand in front of Jhope.

“Y/N?” He scrunched his eyebrows, inspecting you closely and you leaned into him and slipped off your cap. “At your service.” You joked and sent him a playful wink.

“I missed you so much. It’s so good to see you.” You giggled and made a sound of agreement then shushed him. “The others don’t know I’m here though.” You pulled him in close so you were able to whisper in his ear. “Manager Oppa give me the tickets but I had to plead with him.” You pouted, it going only with your words and he pulled back, stifling a small laugh at your facial expression.

“Well since today you are our fan, is there anything you would like for me to answer?” He giggled playfully and you shot him a look, shaking your head. “Just sign my albums please.” You told him, swatting his arm gently.

“Right away ma’am.” He quickly scribbled his autograph above his picture and grinned at you once more before ushering you away with his hands, which provoked an eye roll from you.

For a second you thought you looked too comfortable as you talked to the BTS members and ARMYs would become suspicious but as you scanned the line you realized they were treating each fan with just as much love as they treated you with. You scolded yourself internally for thinking such silly thoughts, that they would actually let you blow your cover.

Suga didn’t recognize you right away but you could see why. The tiredness had really overtaken him and there was a sleepy glaze washing over his eyes. He looked out of it completely but like he was still trying to maintain a certain appearance for the fans.

He smiled at you, it still not piecing together as yet. In his mind something kept saying she looks familiar but he only brushed it off as sleepiness. “What’s your name?” He said, blinking his eyes several times as he tried to take a good look at you but to no avail. You used your hair as a curtain for your face in mock shyness.

You’d already decided in your mind that you should play with Yoongi because you hadn’t done it in so long. You mustered up the cutest voice you could, coating it with bashfulness and an undertone of sarcasm. “My name’s Agustina.” You smiled cutely at him from under your hair.

At the sound of your name, his back straightened and he tried to make you look him in the eye but you were pretending bashful so you continued looking at your shoes. “You sound awfully familiar.”

“I do?” You glanced at him, blinking confusedly for a second. He nodded, piercing his lips in thought. “Everything about you seems so familiar.” Those words caused you to stifle a giggle.

You could basically see the gears turning in Yoongi’s mind. He was trying to piece it together in his sleepy state. He was thinking that this fan’s voice resembled Y/N’s. Even the way you acted seemed like Y/N when she wanted to play with someone’s mind but he didn’t want to risk calling your name out to someone random and compromising your identity.

Thankfully you saved him from his inner turmoil. You were covering your mouth in an attempt to slow the flood of giggles trying to escape you and you lifted your head to make eye contact with him, brushing your hair from your face so he could see you better.

“Don’t worry. It’s Y/N. I came to surprise Tae today.” His signature gummy smile found his lips and you found yourself returning it. “He’ll be so happy to see you.”

Even if Yoongi didn’t show it normally, you knew he really cared for his dongsaeng. You nodded and he slid the now signed albums over to you so you could move to Jimin. “Try to get some sleep too, okay?” He nodded, finding your worrying adorable and watched as Jimin’s face lit up when he saw you before turning his attention to the next fan.

“Y/N!” Jimin looked surprised when he saw you but that was soon covered with excitement as the fact really sunk in.

“Jimin!” You yelled back quietly, equally as enthusiastic. His eyes twinkled, turning to small slits as a grin overtook his features.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked then gestured to Taehyung discreetly. “To see him right?” You hummed in reply. “I really missed him and you guys so I begged Manager Oppa for a ticket.” You explained. “He was really stubborn though so I had to use all the aegyo I could and you know how much I dislike doing aegyo.” Jimin laughed at your dramatic faraway expression that was followed by a pout.

“We missed you too so I’m happy you came to see us.” Jimin signed his picture in the album and grinned at you. “Go. Go quickly. He’ll be so excited to see you.” He shooed you away, sending one last grin your way before focusing his attention on the fan that now stood before him.

“Y/N?” Jungkook’s doe eyes widened as soon as he caught a glimpse of you and you waved. “That’s my name.” Once the initial surprise wore off, a cheeky smile graced his features.

“Always knew you were a fan.” He said, eyeing you down as he grew more and more into his cheeky maknae self. “But I never thought you would go this far as to meet us at a fan sign.” He tapped his chin as if he were thinking hard, then leaned over so he was closer to your face. “My, my Y/N - I didn’t expect that from you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah right, Jungkook. Keep dreaming.” You said and he shook his head, making a sound of disagreement. “You even own our merchandise.” His eyes darted to the albums and your shirt. “Tae gave them to me.” You defended and he smirked mischievously before giving up with a shrug which made you all the more suspicious as to what was going through his evil mind.

“I’m watching you ya know Kook.” You did the ‘I’m watching you gesture and narrowed your eyes, quickly walking over to Taehyung, giggling as Jungkook returned the gesture mockingly.

 It felt like you’d waited for ages for this one moment when you saw Taehyung’s pretty face up close and not through a LED screen.

The evident shock on Taehyung’s face made your heart fly high. He wasn’t able to cover it up, or maybe he wasn’t trying to but in that second, so many different emotions passed Taehyung’s features that it made you feel like crying. He was equally as happy to see you. You could see it clearly when his boxy smile made a pleasant appearance on his face.

You knew it was going to be worth it from the very moment you had devised this plan but the end result was really more than you were expecting and you were loving every minute of it.

“My princess!” He all but yelled, although he kept his voice quiet enough for only the two of you to hear. “My prince.” You choked out, a bit stuck on your words. After waiting so long you finally got to see him, feel his hand hold yours lovingly even though it appeared to any normal bystander that it was just a matter of an idol engaging a fan not a boyfriend engaging a girlfriend.

“You came all the way here to see me.” You nodded, proud of yourself and V’s smile only grew. “How did I get so lucky? You went through all of that trouble for me.” He squeezed your hand, his thumbing rubbing small circles on the back of your palm.

“I just needed to see you, baby. I missed you so much.” He bit his lip at your words. “I know, I think about you every day. I’m sorry you have to deal with this.” You shook your head when he suddenly gave you a sad look. “It’s because I love you that I hold on. I know you’ll always be here for me.”

You knew the words the two of you exchanged in hushed sort of whispers were cheesy but the reunion was too overdue. You guys had dated for a year and a half now and you didn’t want anything to ruin the lovely relationship that blossomed between you two so you waited. You held on tight and Taehyung was always there to tighten your grip whenever you felt it slipping.

Taehyung’s eyes twinkled and he kissed your hand which caused your eyes to widened and you gently pulled your hand back, bashfully. To anyone, it just appeared like you were an over-emotional fan that had just gotten the best gift from their idol so you sighed in relief when no one was eyeing you two suspiciously.

“Tae..!” You playfully scolded and he giggled. The sound was heavenly and you realized just how much you missed it. His eyes trailed down your body to check out what you were wearing and only then did he recognize what you were wearing.

“See. The stuff I got you did come in handy after all.” He said and you inspected the outfit with a shrug. “Maybe so.” You giggled. You guys drifted into a small talk about the most random things and you only realized you had to move when the security tapped your back because you and Tae were holding up the line. You waved goodbye and he returned it, staring at your retreating figure for awhile before beginning to chat with the next fan.

You hadn’t noticed the other members staring at you two with soft smiles on their faces. They were all happy for you two. You knew that the fan meet was going to give you an energy boost and renewed faith as you awaited Taehyung’s arrival to your house but you didn’t expect it to last as long as it did.

Two weeks later, you found yourself jumping into Taehyung’s arms and him uttering the words you so longingly awaited. “Promotions are finally over.”

A/N: Tumblr literally ate my draft so I had to start over completely but I hope you guys enjoyed this. I really had fun writing it although I don’t really know the procedure that is followed at the fan signs since I’ve sadly never been able to attend one but I hope it was still up to standards.

“Halftime” - Kurt/Blaine

because Blaine loves football and Kurt loves scarves

and because I’m a helpless little monster

self-indulgent (as helllll) fluff about Gaga’s concert at the sports thing. thank you @whatstheproblembaby​ for info about the actual game lmao 

1500 words | AO3

“Mark my words, Anderson: you’re gonna owe me $50 when this is all over. Falcons have the lead and they’re not letting it go.” 

Blaine shakes his head and sets three cold beers and a fresh, warm bowl of cheese dip on the coffee table as he rejoins his in-laws in front of the TV. “Oh, I’m just ‘Anderson’ when there’s a game on the line, huh?” 

“You’re just ‘Anderson’ whenever you’re in a Patriots jersey,” Burt laughs, elbowing Blaine just hard enough to tip him over a little on the couch. 

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anonymous asked:

Ima ask on anon bc I'm shy af but can I ask for a one shot of Keef tellin Shiro he's engaged? (like years down the line in life) To the dork Lance? For the Dad au? I can only live through so much angst. I had to watch a bby!voltron speedpaint 2day !!

Hi there nonny! I hope this isn’t too late for you! Aww, I hear you there. Sometimes we need some more fluff (I  love me some angst and it seems like a lot of you all do too :)) And this is very cute! So I’m guess this is like a sequel to this oneshot, but it’s an AU of the single dad Shiro AU bc no set pairings here but it was cute. I hope the speedpaint was super adorable and enjoy! I love when you nonnies send in great asks.


              It was too early to think coherently.

              Lance wished he had gotten coffee first.

              He really wished he had gotten coffee. It was too early to be awake.

              But here he was. Awake and sitting in the terminal of an airport with a little old lady, trying to connect to the world-wide web via a worldwide travel book, a lonely man asleep with half an omelet still on his plate, and a pile of gum wrappers that didn’t even get close to making it in the trash can. The airport terminal wasn’t busy by any means, but Lance was still pleasantly surprised at how many people were here at five-fifty in the morning. Here and awake.

              At least he wasn’t the only one who was barely able to form thoughts and maneuver himself into a waiting chair, after he had watched a man about twice his age run straight into a pillar in the wall. Earlier, a woman had almost taken a morning dip into the fountains. It was safe to say that these people probably weren’t morning people either.

              When was the last time you woke up this early? Middle school? Lance groaned, leaning back into his chair. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and glanced over to where Shiro and the others were snoozing in their chairs. At least he wasn’t the only one suffering at this hour. Lance glanced back up at the time board that lay above their waiting area.

              Flight 201CA has landed.

              Oh yeah.

              Keith was coming home.

              After five years of service, Keith was finally coming home for good. No more having to go back. No more training others. No more emergency service. Keith had fulfilled his time in the military, paid many prices for it, and he was finally coming home.

              Lance had nearly sobbed at learning that his boyfriend of seven years was going to be coming home. Shiro had actually cried (There were tear marks all over Keith’s letter, but that was okay, Lance wasn’t about to ruin the father’s moment). Everyone was more than a little excited about welcoming Keith home, and soon a welcoming party had gone underway under the supervision of Pidge and Coran. Which was not a good idea.

              Shiro and Lance both knew that Keith wouldn’t want a big party, but while Shiro wanted to stop the party and keep everyone from overwhelming Keith, Lance didn’t see the harm in getting Keith out. After all a lot of people had missed him while he was gone. Shiro and Lance had argued for a bit about Keith’s party, but eventually Lance won after insisting that Keith should realize how loved he was.

              He’d never seen his boyfriend’s father so awed before.

              Hopefully soon-to-be father-in-law.

              The heavy weight of a small box in Lance’s pocket suddenly felt much heavier than ever before. His heart rate speed up and soon enough, any trace of sleep was gone and Lance was wide awake. Unlike his companions. For a split second, Lance was quite jealous of how his friends could sleep through this waiting period. As if the rest of their lives didn’t rest on the sole moment of Keith walking through those gates, ready to determine how their futures would end – oh wait, that only affected him. Right.

              To be fair though, none of them even knew what plans Lance had made for when Keith came in today. Not even Shiro, which may or may not have been a good idea. Guess I’ll find out soon. Lance thought nervously as he looked down at his watch for the millionth time this morning.

              He was so busy lost in thought and thinking about the impending future, that Lance and the others had failed to notice when people had entered into the waiting area from the gates and were now walking towards them. In fact, none of them noticed until a pair of brown combat boots had stopped in Lance’s line of sight and a voice chuckled.


              “Keith!” Of course, Shiro was the first to shoot out of his chair, awake in less than a second (damn, Lance needed to learn how to do that). Lance looked up in time to see the others awakening at a slower pace, but with smiles all around and saw Shiro making a break for his son.

              Keith, in his uniform with that especially tight black shirt and those loose cargo pants with two sets of dog tags hanging around his neck, smiled tiredly at his father before dropping his bag to the ground. He easily caught his dad into a hug, standing at an impressive two-inch taller height than Shiro before pulling a surprised Shiro up into the air.

              “Dad!” Keith laughed when Shiro gawked. “It’s so good to be home.” Shiro was surprised for only another second before scowling playfully at his son.

              “What the hell are they feeding you there, where did my little child go?” He whined before ruffling Keith’s hair (which had finally grown back out to the familiar mullet he used to have). Keith chuckled and set his father on the ground, before the two embraced in a much tighter and more heartfelt hug. Lance and the others could feel their eyes beginning to grow misty as Keith and Shiro practically hung onto each other for several long minutes. All around them people were watching and smiling at the small display, sharing happy comments with one another, to which Keith and the rest of them ignored mainly.

              Eventually, Keith and Shiro pulled back, both with wet eyes and bright smiles, as Shiro gently pat Keith on the back.

              “I’m so happy you’re home. Shiro whispered before letting go of Keith’s hand.

              “I missed you too dad.” The twenty-three-year-old grinned at his dad before turning to Lance and the others. Lance was the first to leap at Keith, jumping right into his arms (Ha, he was still taller than Keith and Shiro) and pressing a full-on kiss right onto Keith’s mouth. Keith blinked in surprise but caught Lance without a struggle and eventually melted into the kiss. The two lovers could hears some clapping and cheers all around them but ignored it in favor or holding on to each other for a few moment’s longer. Lance felt tears dripping down his face and he blushed in embarrassment, though to be fair it had been almost 13 months since he’d last seen his boyfriend in person.

              Even Shiro was clapping from behind them. Looks like I’ve gotten dad’s approval after all. Hopefully he won’t try to kill me after today.

              When Lance and Keith finally broke apart, Lance rest his forehead against Keith, looking into those beautiful blue eyes he’d memorized after nineteen years.

              “Hey babe.” Lance grinned crookedly, drying his eyes while Keith snorted.

              “That was quite a greeting Lance.” Keith huffed, but Lance could see the love and amusement in Keith’s eyes as he continued to hold Lance against him. Lance grinned.

              “I’m all about the big show stopper babe. Go big or go home.” Lance winked before giving Keith another peck on the lips, who happily closed his eyes at the kiss, and hopped out of Keith’s arm. His heart was hammering like a drum in his chest and the small box in his pocket felt like a giant weight. Nervously he wiped his hands against his jeans.

              “I’ve missed you. Kissing your sleeping face on a computer screen just doesn’t measure up to the real deal.” Lance joked, causing Keith to laugh in that adorable way where he sounded like he was too embarrassed to be laughing. It was laugh that always make Lance’s heart stop.

              “I’ve missed you too.” Keith said sincerely and brushed some of Lance’s hair out of his eyes. Lance swallowed heavily and his fingers itched for the box in his pocket. This is the perfect moment. Do it now. “Except for when you hog all the blankets. I did not miss that.”

              Okay, so maybe not now because that was rude.

              Keith laughed at Lance’s pout and Shiro snickered from behind them. Rude.

              “Hey don’t hog Keith! Let us say hello!” Pidge finally smacked Lance’s arm and shoved him aside just before Keith was attacked by Hunk and Pidge with everyone else hanging behind them. Keith laughed happily and accepted the hugs and high-fives from everyone. He gently gave Hunk a pat on the back when he started bawling in Keith’s arm. He accepted the manly hug from his grandpa and gave his grandma a kiss on the cheek. Keith accepted Allura’s scolding for making them all worry before hugging her and narrowly avoided a long-winded story about Coran’s time in his youth with young love. From the side, Lance watched this all with loving eyes finding himself falling more and more in love with this man, even after seven years of being together.

              Do it now. Now it the perfect chance.

              Lance nervously licked his lips, as his hands dug into his pocket. He thumbed the small box in his pocket and eyed Keith.

              Do it.

              Lance gripped the box tightly with sweating fingers. Shiro glanced over.

              Do it.

              As Lance pulled the box out from his pocket, his heart hammered heavily in his chest and Shiro’s eyes widened.

              DO IT.

              “Eat food with me forever?!” Lance had suddenly shot out before Shiro could open his mouth, right in front of Keith (in front of everyone) before taking a knee and thrusting the small box unromantically towards Keith.

              The airport was dead silent.

              Keith’s eyes were as wide as the moon and he stared at Lance with his mouth open. The silence etched on as Lance was frozen in horror. Did I just propose like an idiot?! He could hear Pidge and Allura trying to hide their snickers while Hunk was sobbing again. Still Keith said nothing and Lance’s heart shook.

              “W-what?” He finally squeaked, and normally Lance would have teased the hell out of him for his tiny mouse voice but he probably was seconds away from passing out.

              “Er, um, marry me?” Lance tried again before mentally slapping himself. How was that any more romantic than before? Keith blinked again.

              “Is this a joke?” Keith’s face suddenly grew hot and a heavy blush spread over his cheeks. Lance thought it was adorable.

              “No! Fuck, I bought a ring and everything see?!” Lance thrust the box back at Keith before realizing that the lid was closed. Oh. Quickly he opened the lid with shaking fingers and presented the ring to Keith.

              “What the?” Keith gawked and stared at the silver band with intricate diamonds and stones that represented his birth month. He blinked again, this time feeling hot tears behind his eyes. The ring was stunning. It was hard, simple but it was beautiful too with stones that Keith always mentioned were pretty to Lance. He remembered. It wasn’t too masculine or too feminine. It was perfect.

              Keith was mortified.

              “You idiot.” Keith sniffled before gripping Lance’s collar ad hauling him to his feet. Lance swallowed thickly, thinking he had somehow messed up. “You couldn’t wait until we were home?! Or when I wasn’t so tired, I could barely say my own name?!” Keith sniffled again and Lance frowned. Was that a yes?        

              “Er, are you gonna marry me or not? ‘Cause you’re not making much sense.” Lance laughed nervously and Keith rolled his eyes.

              “That’s because it’s six in the fucking morning, and I got two hours of sleep.” Keith rolled his eyes with a snort. “And my stupid boyfriend thought it would be nice to propose to me, while I was dead on my feet, he was exhausted and hungry instead of during a nice quiet dinner or at home.”

              “I can, uh, do it over again? If you want?”            

              “No, give me that goddamn ring. This is perfect.”

              Lance blinked once. Twice. Three times before Keith finally pulled him in for a deep loving kiss. There was no battle for dominance, no tongue lashing or desperation. But rather it was full of love, passion and promises for their future.

              The airport exploded with the sounds of screaming cheers, sobbing and clapping when Lance and Keith finally pulled away. Lance eagerly pulled off one of Keith’s glove before slipping the ring on his finger. A perfect fit.

              Keith and Lance both stared at the ring, with goofy and tired smiles.

              “I love you.” Keith whispered, eyes staring into Lance’s and Lance broke into a huge grin.

              “I love you too.” The two broke apart when everyone else came rushing towards the newly engaged couple to give their congratulations. Keith happily accepted all hugs from everyone, while Lance did the same. Eventually, Lance felt a familiar metal hand grab his shoulder and his stomach dropped. He turned around to face Shiro, who wore an unreadable expression on his face.

              “Shiro, sir, I know I should have asked for your hand in marriage and talked to you first –” Lance babbled nervously.

              “You should have.” Shiro said and Lance swallowed. He was then pleasantly surprised when Shiro pulled him into a bone crushing hug. “Thank you for making him so happy. Welcome to the family, Lance and please take care of my son.” Shiro whispered into Lance’s ears and the tears were falling again on Lance’s face. He clutched at the back of Shiro’s jacket before burying his face into the shirt.

              “Thank you Shiro. I promise to take care of him for the rest of our lives.”

              “Thank you.”


              “I hope you don’t mind that I gave dad my dog tags.” Keith said when he and Lance were finally alone in their house. His eyes continuously wandered back to his ring every few minutes and Lance found that absolutely adorable. Keith might not be the most verbal about his appreciation but Lance wouldn’t be with him otherwise if that was the only reason he’d want to love him.

              “Nah, I figured you were going to.” Lance admitted with a smile. He remembered that moment when Shiro and Keith started crying like babies. Shiro’s tags were still resting against Keith’s pale chest, full of new scars.

              “I was always going to give them to him. It only felt right.” Keith said softly. “Even when we got together, I knew I was going to give them to him. After everything I put him through.”

              “He loves them Keith. He loves you. Don’t worry about anything else.” Lance said quickly before Keith could go into a guilt-filled rant about his time in the military. Keith never regretted his decision but he’d seen how much it had hurt his friends and family. He often took it out on himself for their pain. “I love you, okay. Besides, you’ve given me a much better gift.” Keith frowned.


              “You’re gonna be my husband.” Lance grinned and snaked an arm around Keith’s waist. Keith squeaked at the touch and playfully swatted at Lance’s arm. He snorted but allowed Lance to pull him close into another soft kiss.

              “Mhm, yeah. I’m excited for our future. But Lance?”

              “Yeah babe?”

              “There’s no way I’m going to be Keith McClain. You better get used to Lance Shirogane.”

it’s not SUPER important but i renamed (Y/N)’s ex to charles lee bc i can’t believe i overlooked an opportunity to shit on charles lee.  i went back and changed the name in the other parts, too.  also this work week was long and shitty and exhausting so i hope this part didn’t come out too discombobulated.  ALSO realized that my masterlist is not mobile friendly and a bit of a mess so i’ll work on that this weekend.  :)

title: homecoming, pt. 4 (or, retreat from charles lee)
      ( part one, part two, part three )
fandom: hamilton
pairing: tjeff x reader
rating: t
word count: 3496
tagged: @notalwaysfair @hamiltrash-life @aeichajoanes @polymath-pain-in-the-ass @blueco16 @yehummno @ask-aph-belarusian-figure-skater

You have a high school reunion that you can’t miss, and you’re in need of a boyfriend to keep both your parents and your classmates off your back.  You don’t have a boyfriend — but you do have one very irritating, accommodating coworker.

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pairing: lin x reader

request: (anon) “Listen fam I got my period and I’m dying inside and feel like crap. If you could write a Lin or platonic cast x reader where the reader gets their period during a performance or something that’d be great sorry to bother you thanks

warnings: period talk !!!! swearing

words: 1,149

a/n: feel better!! sorry this kind of sucks lol go read @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou ‘s platonic one about periods it’s SO good omg i love her yay maia okay bye 

Masterlist / Prompt List

You honestly hadn’t been paying attention to the date, let alone the time of month. With Hamilton, you could barely remember what you had for breakfast, never mind when your period would start. Most girls had it down to the dot. Second week of the month, it starts on the fourth, last day of the month… Unfortunately, you were the exception. Your period had always been erratic and made it difficult to track. Still, when you felt the first pang in your back, you blew it off as sleeping on it funny.

It continued throughout the day; little hits of pain in your stomach. What did you eat last night? You rolled your eyes. You were probably just hung over and your stomach wasn’t having it.

Popping some pain killers, you walked into the theater, you saw Lin nearly bouncing at the door.

Chuckling, you stopped. “What’s got you so jumpy?”

He rolled his eyes, immediately stepping to your side as you headed backstage.

“What are your plans for after the show?” He asked.

You shrugged, “Probably just heading home. Why?”

“Do you want to get drinks?” He quipped, a glint in his eyes.

Mentally scanning your calendar, you nodded. “Sure.”

Lin beamed at you, still bouncing on the balls of his feet. He let out a breath, “Okay. Perfect. I’ll uh, see you after the show.”

You giggled, “Alright. I’ll see you then.”

Lin bounded towards the stage door, holding it before you could go through. Smiling at his chivalry, you gratefully accepted the gesture, walking back to your dressing room to get ready.

You had been pulling on highlighter when you felt it again. Rummaging through your purse, you prayed that you had another packet of ibuprofen somewhere. Had last nights show really been that bad?

There was a knock on the door as slumped in your chair. Looking up, you saw a smiling Pippa with a cup of tea in her hand.

“Hey, pretty.” She smiled, handing you the cup. Your heart swelled and your eyes pricked with tears at the gesture. You didn’t even care if you were overreacting, you were overjoyed.

“Thank you,” you squeaked, making Pippa laugh.

“You are too sweet.” She sighed, as she waved goodbye, “Places in ten.”

You nodded, sipping the steaming tea, instantly feeling better.

By intermission, however, you honestly thought you were going to throw up. All comfort you had from the tea was swept away as you sang and danced your heart out.

Collapsing backstage, you groaned.

Renee put a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it softly. “You poor thing,” she said.

“I am dying,” you sighed. Oak heard this and laughed.

“What is it? Bad Chinese food?”

You shook your head, pensive before continuing, “But now I want Chinese.”

Oak laughed, patting your head before going to get changed into his Madison costume.

It wasn’t until Room Where It Happened, that it happened. You felt it, and instantly recognized it.

“Shit,” you mumbled, continuing to perform. You took in a sharp intake of breath as you leaped. The tears in your eyes glossed your vision. How embarrassing could this get? The song ended and you had no more than two minutes before you were back on for the cabinet battle.

Sprinting to your room, you pulled down your pants to see the red stain.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you seethed. Of course, on the one day you had chosen to wear pretty underwear.

Grabbing a handful of tissues from the makeup table, you stuffed them in-between your legs, hoping to stop the bleeding for two songs more. Then you would have a good seven minutes to find something.

You groaned at the idea of having to do Washington On Your Side like this. Shaking your head, you grabbed some Purel before running back to left wing for your cue.

After final bow, you booked it to your dressing room. Ari, whom you shared with, would be there any minute and you just wanted to go.

Unfortunately, Lin was waiting outside for you the second you slipped into your sweats. His brows furrowed for a moment, “I thought we were getting drinks?”

You gasped, the blood draining from your face (literally) as memory washed over you. Grasping onto his arm, you apologized profusely. “I’m sorry, I totally forgot, I just uh - I don’t…” Your face was flushed now and your neck was hot with embarrassment. Lin looked disappointed, making your heart break even more so.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

You immediately shook your head, “No, no. I’m okay. Really. See you tomorrow!” You tried to sound enthusiastic, but the cramps in your stomach felt like rocks.

His eyes looked sad, instantly making your feel guilty. He didn’t move and neither did you. Lin took in a sharp breath before sputtering out, “I’m sorry.”

Now was your turn to be confused, “What are you talking about?”

“I probably made you uncomfortable by asking you out -“ that was a date? “I just think you’re really sweet and pretty - really pretty. And I just don’t know, I’m sorry. I probably just ruined this entire thing -“

“Lin,” you interrupted, a smile on your face. His eyes snapped to yours, worry clouding them. “I think you’re really sweet -“

“But you don’t like me like that.”

But, I got -“ you stopped again. His stomach was in knots, similar to yours. Looking around to make sure no one was near, you leaned in. Rolling your eyes before continuing, “I got my period and I don’t have anything to… you know…”

Lin’s eyes went wide as his face turned red. He instantly relaxed when he realized that you weren’t blowing him off. Still. he shifted from foot to foot at the topic of woman week. Avoiding the topic all together, he took a moment before asking, “So… you like me.” He smirked.

You bit your tongue to hold back a snap remark, opting to roll your eyes again. “Yes, dumbass. I like you.”

He smiled, unsure of what to do. Does he hug you? High five you? Kiss you? Finger guns? Finger guns.

You laughed at his boyish grin as he shot two fingers at you.

“Want to go get drinks tomorrow?” He asked.

You nodded before joking, “Or we could go to by place and watch Disney movies.”

Lin’s smile lit up the dark hallway as he nodded quickly.

“Wait, seriously?” You asked, half expecting him to say no. Why would he want to hang out with a PMSing girl right now?

Still, Lin nodded again, “Lemme just change and we can go, yeah? I’ll drive.”

Your mouth fell slightly agape as you agreed. Lin did just that, too. He quickly changed into a soft tee and jeans before taking your hand and heading towards his car.

Don’t Hurt Yourself (2) - L.H.

So…I don’t know if this is what you were all expecting from this but this is what happened. So, enjoy

No…there will not be a part 3

“Don’t do it, y/n” Morgan said standing in front of her cousin watching her pull her boots on. “You’re going to regret it.”

“And I’m going to regret it if I don’t. I was with him for five years. I need closure or I won’t move on,” she said simply as she zipped up the knee high boots before standing up. The tabloids had been having a field day for the past month when they found out y/n had moved out of the house she shared with her ex fiance, Luke Hemmings.

“I’m just saying, I know you…and I know how much you love him…I just don’t want you to make the mistake of getting back with his grimy ass,” she said sighing as y/n smiled softly.

“And if I do, you can pistol whip me with Greg’s crutches,” she said as her cousin laughed.

“Fair…alright…go on. I want you to call me on your way back though.” Y/n nodded as she got up grabbing the keys to her car before leaving to drive to the small cafe on the outskirts of LA, away from all the paparazzi and media. They both wanted this to be as low key as possible.

She pulled in immediately seeing the black Audi parked down the street, the blonde just getting out of the car with sunglasses perched on that perfect nose of his. He was wearing her favorite shirt: the black and white long sleeve flannel with the top two buttons open with his signature black skinny jeans and his black boots. He looked perfect, just as he always had…and she knew she was fucked in that single moment, instantly regretting that she hadn’t listened to Morgan.

“Hey,” he said softly as she slowly climbed out of the car, pulling her own sunglasses down so he couldn’t see how much control he already had over her. “You look great…as always.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled locking her car before heading inside, side by side with him, the tension heightened by the confined space they were in from the small cafe. “How are the guys?”

“Good…great…they uh..they miss you,” he said trying to find the right words to say as they made their way to the counter ordering their drinks, Luke pulling out his card before she could even fish out the five dollars in cash. “It’s on me.”

“I can pay for my own, Luke” she said sighing, looking up at him as he shrugged.

“Least I could do after everything I’ve put you through…” he mumbled as she nodded looking away. “I know sorry isn’t going to fix anything, because I royally fucked up…but I just..I really am sorry and there isn’t a second in the day that I don’t regret it…” She didn’t say anything, taking her ice latte before going to sit in the corner waiting for him. “Babe…”

“No..no. You do not have the right to call me that..I’m not your babe. I’m not your baby, your baby girl, your love, your sweetheart…you lost every right to ever call me that…” she spat glaring at him as he blushed slightly biting down on his lip. “Was I not good enough…?”

He sighed sitting down across from her shaking his head. “No…you were perfect…you were absolutely everything a guy could want in a girl and whoever gets you will be lucky because you’re perfect…I just…I don’t know why I did it to be honest. I know you came for closure, but I just don’t know…” he said looking down. “What I do know is I took you for granted and I’m never gonna forgive myself.”

“We were together five years Luke..we were talking about raising a family…” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly as she thought about all the times they would just lay in bed, his fingers running through her hair as they talked about how many kids they wanted, four to be exact, and the name of each of their kids: Mason, Brendan, Brady, Liam, Kasey, Maddie, Ariana, and Lily…four boy names and four girl names…just in case. “How long?”

“Less than a month…five times if you want an exact number…” he whispered. “And no…you didn’t know her…I can tell you who if you want to know.” She shook her head stopping him from doing so.

“If I don’t know then I don’t want to know..” she sighed gnawing on her lip from nervousness. “Do you have feelings for her?”

“No…and I haven’t talked to her since you left…not that that probably helps” he said mumbling. “I…do you think I could ever get another chance?” She didn’t answer him immediately not sure if she should drop the bomb then and there or wait.

“I’m going to say no right now…” she said looking up at him as his face dropped. “But you can prove yourself to me when you’re helping me co parent our baby.” He didn’t say anything just staring at her, too many emotions flowing between the both of them in just that one moment.

“I…I’m gonna be a dad….”


“We’re going to be parents….”

“Well..I’m pretty sure that’s what happens when people have a baby,” she said rolling her eyes at him as a small smile graced his lips. “Don’t say anything yet though…you’re literally the only person that knows.”

“How far along?”

“Three months…I found out last week,” she said finishing her drink before standing up. “Thank you…for meeting up with me. I needed this,” she said throwing the cup away as he nodded doing the same.

“I’ll…see you soon” he said smiling softly at her not knowing what else to do since she probably didn’t want to be touched and a kiss was no longer appropriate, quickly turning to leave as she let out a deep sigh that she didn’t realize she was holding in. “Well…this is not how this was supposed to go..” she sighed…. “I can’t ever fucking say no to him.”

Mingyu as Your Personal Bodyguard

- God, he sticks out like a sore thumb. He’s gigantic, but at least he’s always easy to find.

- “I think my height makes me more intimidating.”

- Gets excited when he gets to use a walkie-talkie.

- The only time he ever had to beat someone up was during a blackout in your apartment.

- Some stalker tried to infiltrate your living quarters, and while you were freaking out, Mingyu was doing laundry. (He lives with you.)

- Apparently, he beat him up with a jug of detergent.

- Teaches you self-defense.

- “Alright, here’s the scenario: I’m in the bathroom, doing my duties and some burglar breaks in. What do you do? You drop-kick him. Do it to me, I can handle it.”

- “What if he has a weapon?”

- “Just… I just wanted to see you drop-kick, it’ll be fine (y/n).”

- He wasn’t fine. He dropped to the floor and wheezed for two straight minutes before becoming a proud mom and high-fiving you.

- In all seriousness, he’s actually very alert. You’ve never actually seen him physically hurt someone, but he keeps crowds under control, and he’s patient and calm.

- Looks intimidating, but when he’s off-duty, he’s really sweet and childish.

- Wakes up at ungodly hours to exercise and keep himself in shape, and sometimes he’s just so noisy.

- The moment you guys get into the limo, he immediately switches from tough Mingyu to smiley, soft Mingyu.

Originally posted by cheolshu