...your teeth :c

Fatherly Figures Pt. 3

Lin-Manuel Miranda:

Vomiting Warning

This was the third morning this week that you spent hunched over the toilet with Lin rubbing your back. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” he whispers, kissing your hair.

You shakily stand up and brush your teeth.

“C'mon,” Lin says, holding his arms out for you. “Let’s go lie down.”

“I’m fine. Don’t you have some meeting to go to?”

“Yeah, but it’s not that important. You’re more important.”

You roll your eyes. “Go to the meeting.”

“But-” he protests.

“Go.” You kiss his cheek and go into the kitchen. “Get dressed.”


You knew exactly why you were getting sick. You just didn’t want to believe it, so you put off confirming your belief until it was absolutely undeniable.

You bite the inside of your cheek, while you wait for your timer to finish. As soon as your phone rings, telling you that the fifteen minutes have passed, you hear Lin open the door to your apartment. “(Y/N)?”

You turn off the timer and run over to the front door without looking at the test. “Hey!” You give him a quick kiss. “How was the meeting?”

“Boring, per usual. How are you feeling?”

You bite your lip. “I, um.”


“I think I might be pregnant,” you say in one breath.

His eyes widen. “Really?”

“I just took a test. The timer went off when you came in.”

“Well then, let’s find out.” He takes your hand and walks into the bathroom. He picks the test up. “Oh my God!” He tosses the test back onto the counter and hugs you, picking you up. “You’re pregnant!”

Leslie Odom Jr.:

You slowly walk into your son’s room, smiling when you see your husband sitting in the rocking chair in the corner. He rocks your son gently. As you get closer, you hear him sing softly. “Pride is not the word I’m looking for. There is so much more inside me now.”

You rest your hand on his shoulder and sing with him.

“You’re such a good dad,” you whisper, kissing the top of his head and carrying your son to his crib.

“Because I’ve got a great mom helping me out.”

Anthony Ramos:


You hated listening to your daughter and husband argue. She was generally a good kid, but there were times she messed up. Just like everyone else. You remembered having arguments like these with your dad.

“Dad! It was one time! I came home!” she yelled.

“You were supposed to be home at midnight,” he reminds her, “not three in the morning. Your mother and I were worried sick! We had no clue where you were! You are grounded until you can tell us where you were.”

“Why? What does it matter? You’re just going to be mad.”

You sigh and come out of the kitchen. “Steph, please. Just tell us where you were.”

“With Em,” she mutters.

Anthony lowers his voice. “Who?”

“Em, my girlfriend. Okay? Are you happy?!”

You sit on the couch and motion for her to sit next to you. “You have a girlfriend?”

“I’m gay. I was hoping that you wouldn’t find out.”

Anthony sits on the other side of her, placing a hand on her back. “Why? We would have loved to meet her.”

“You aren’t mad?”

“That you’re gay? Not at all. That you disobeyed us? Yes.”

“Am I still grounded?”

You take a deep breath. “We’ll see. You seem to have been through enough for one night.”

Daveed Diggs:

You rest your hands on your stomach. “You better stay there until your daddy gets home,” you mutter, looking at your stomach. You were almost nine months pregnant and felt like you could give birth at any moment. That would have been fine, if Daveed were home. He was supposed to be coming home today, but this was the third time that his flight was delayed.

You smile when you see a call from Daveed. “Hey, babe. I just got off the plane. How are you and our son?”

“I’m pretty sure we’re having a girl and we’re good. Very pregnant but good.”

“Mom said it was a boy. Do you want to tell her she’s wrong?”

“We’ll find out soon enough. I feel ready to burst.”

He chuckles. “Wait until I get home. Thirty minutes tops.”

You are My Sunshine

Summary: Benny shows the reader just how much he misses her. In this fic, Benny sings “You Are My Sunshine” so here is a VIDEO of Ty Olsson singing that same song.

Word Count: 1,856

Warnings: Smut, fingering. Just smut. Benny smut.

A/N: Everyone can thank @vintagevalentinexx for this! She was the one to start the revolution lmao. @sometimes-iwritee, @abaddonwithyall, @is-this-you-manning-up-sammy, @icecream-and-winchesters, and @bkwrm523. Hope you guys enjoy!! 

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU ALL THINK. This is my first time writing Benny!

Originally posted by asmileinside

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[word count: 1,163]

[Y/N: your name]
[Y/C/N: your crush name]
[Y/F/N: your friends name]
[E/C: eye color]

[request: Where you thought he liked your best friend but he admits that he likes you, please and thank you :)]


You walked along the dark pavement, a smile etched on your face. Between the bright lights around you, the food, and all of the attractions, you were put into a great mood. The carnival was always a place that you could enjoy yourself at. It only came around once a year, so you wanted to make the best of it.

“Y/N! Are you even listening?” Your best friend, Y/F/N, blurted from beside you, pulling you from your trance.

“Yeah, sorry. I zoned out again.” She laughed, nudging your shoulder with hers.

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately. Something on your mind? Y/F/N glanced at you curiously.

A sigh escaped your lips, "No, everything’s fine.”

But it wasn’t. There was something that had been bothering you, but of course you weren’t going to tell anyone. You weren’t one to make a big deal over something no matter how much it affected you.

It was Y/C/N, the guy you’ve liked for as long as you could remember; and Y/F/N knew this too. But recently, Y/F/N had been acting strange. From canceling plans and making ridiculous excuses, you knew she was up to something. Something that involved Y/C/N. There would be times when the three of you would hang out with a larger group and the both of them would disappear at the same time. You had also noticed Y/C/N’s name pop up on Y/F/N’s phone screen quite a few times in the past few months. You couldn’t help but jump to conclusions. Y/F/N knew how much you liked him; she wouldn’t do this to you, right? You were torn, not knowing what to believe.

As you both continued walking through the carnival, your eyes fell on something in the distance. Someone, actually. Y/C/N.

‘Go figure,’ you thought to yourself. You always caught yourself staring at him, even when you didn’t intend on doing so. When Y/C/N heard you and your friend talking, his eyes drifted over to the both of you. A blush broke out on your face as you darted your eyes down, hoping he didn’t catch you staring at him. He left the friend he was talking to and began to walk in your direction.

'Don’t be so obvious,’ you thought as he now stood in front of you, looking slightly nervous.

“Um, Y/F/N, can I talk to you for a second?” Y/F/N turned to look at you.

“I’ll be right back,” she spoke, walking away with Y/C/N trailing behind her.

Your heart dropped immediately. You knew it, you were right. He liked her. Why would he ever like you, anyways? You weren’t anything special. You were nothing compared to Y/F/N.

You sat down at one of the wooden picnic tables, playing with the hem of your shirt to keep yourself busy. You couldn’t help but be upset over what had just happened. The sun was quickly setting in the distance, the sky turning to a dark orange. A few minutes had passed, and you were beginning to get cold. Cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket, you began to run your hands up and down your arms to try and keep warm. You suddenly felt something drape over your shoulders, causing you to gasp in surprise.

“You looked a little cold,” Y/C/N smiled down at you. Your heart was beating rapidly as you looked up at into his E/C eyes.

“Oh, thanks..” You trailed off, pulling the jacket further onto you.

“Uh,” he trailed off for a moment, “Do you want to walk with me for a little? There’s kind of something I wanted to talk to you about.” His hand rubbed the back of his neck as he hesitantly looked towards you.

“Yeah, okay,” you stood up and were surprised when he tugged on your hand, lacing your fingers together. A blush rose on your cheeks as you began walking away from the carnival.

You were confused and nervous; what would he want to talk about? Did he know that you liked him? That would be so embarrassing, were you that obvious? So many thoughts clouded your head as he led you towards a deserted area far from the all of the commotion.

He dropped your hand, running it through his hair. “There’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you,” he began, looking a bit nervous. “Um, I haven’t been very honest with yo-”
You cut him off, not wanting him to finish his sentence.

“Look, it’s okay if you like Y/F/N, I get it-”

“What? That’s not with this is about, I like you, not her!” You stared at him in shock. You were so surprised, you had no idea what to say. Y/C/N liked you this whole time? You immediately felt like a complete idiot.

“I-I, oh,” you looked down towards the grass, embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to make this awkward, I’m sorry, it’s okay if you don’t like me back, really-”

“No! No, that’s not it. I do, trust me,” you laughed slightly, a small smile on your face, “I just thought you liked Y/F/N this whole time, you’ve been with her a lot lately…”

“Yeah, about that…I’ve been meeting with her about you. I sort of wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend and I just wanted all of it to be perfect because you deserve it but I couldn’t wait any longer, so…” Y/C/N trailed off slightly. You were speechless, once again having no idea what to say. You couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening.

“Y/C/N, I don’t even know what to say…that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” You spoke softly, gazing up at him. Your close proximity made your heart flutter. Y/C/N smiled at you, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you to him. Your foreheads were touching, noses brushing against each other. You could feel his warm breath on your face as he spoke.

“You don’t have to say anything, everything’s okay now. I’m just relieved that you like me back or else this would have been extremely awkward.” You giggled, smiling at him. Everything around you was silent, the faint sound of the carnival in the distance. You both stood quietly, enjoying each other’s presence.

“Y/N?” Y/C/N whispered, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.


“Can I kiss you?” Your heart jumped at those four words and you became anxious. You nodded your head, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. Y/C/N slowly leaned in, his eyes never leaving yours. Both of your eyes fluttered shut, and moments later his lips were pressed softly to yours.

What an amazing way to end the night.

[sorry for the lack of imagines lately, i hope you still enjoy!]

ryothelion  asked:

A: Do you like ice cream? B: Have you ever experienced the transcendent pain of accidentally letting ice cream touch your teeth? C: How can I stop myself from experiencing the transcendent pain of accidentally letting ice cream touch my teeth?

“Ice cream is great so yeah!! My teeth are mostly fine with it, some are sensitive though because of Dr. Hank and his shitty botched filling jobs, and my only guess for preventing that is to do stuff that makes your teeth less sensitive like, sensitivity assisting toothpaste and shit like that, heh… i’m not like, a dentist or anything. Hell neithers Hank apparently, dunno what the hell his actual profession is.”