all he does is bounce around!

Ever needed to hear about mad dad birds with enormous feet? Try THESE on for size:

What’s that you say? These are clearly the feet of a dinosaur, not a bird? WHY NOT BOTH?

This is Australia’s very own dinosaur, the second-largest bird in the world, the emu. Say hi!

They roam around Australia making ‘wonk-wonk’ noises under their breath and glaring at everything. And the dads take care of the babies! They sit on the eggs…

They look after the tiny stripey adorable things….

They look after the less tiny less adorable things…

And they even look after the great big menacing things that are almost as big as they are.

But here’s the catch. All emus look pretty much alike. Especially when you are a tiny stripey adorable thing. All you can see of your dad is is great big dinosaur feet (see picture #1). So there is one very unrealistic thing about all the adorable terrifying dinosaur family photos above:

I have never seen an emu family in the wild where all the babies are the same size.

Here is the reason!

Emu dad and his emu babies are roaming about wonking and glaring at everyone. Suddenly emu dad sees another emu dad! A threat!

Emu dads do some display threats with dancing and bouncing and fluffing and… look, it’s very serious business, okay?

If this does not work to see off one emu they might progress to actual fighting.

Oops, sorry, you wanted the dignified version. Here, have some ART:


Either way, this encounter will end up with one or both adult emus zooming away as fast as he can run. This is very fast.

This is the other thing they do besides wonking and glaring, by the way. They run. Fear the running emu.

Anyway, this leaves all the tiny and medium-sized and semi-large stripey things milling around making confused tiny “cheep? wonk?” noises and basically just following whichever pair of large feet they can find.


And so mostly when you see a male emu with a gaggle of youngsters at heel, they are all different sizes. Who knows whose they are? Not him! But he’s going to look after them anyway.

Fear him.

140503 at dawn (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smutty smut smut

Summary: Yoongi is always early in his studio and well, he wakes you one morning. Simple, right? Nah, that’s where you’re wrong.

Wordcount: 2.5k 

Your eyes jolt open, stung by the sun ray aurora spilling over you half dressed self. Turning over to your right, you hope to find your angelic boyfriend beside, only to have his spot froze; cool from the slight breeze from the cracked window.

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if youre up for AUs, a friend and i came up with this: college AU where Taako and his buds (Merle and Magnus) decide to play with a ouija board and accidentally summon Kravitz who Taako inevitably falls in love with

It’s a dark and stormy night, which is precisely what Taako doesn’t need.

There are, he’s decided, one too many puddles in this parking lot worthy of Great Lake status. He’s forced to wade through one just getting to the curb, which soaks his wedges through and kicks up rainwater in his wake. Just as he makes it to the safety of the building’s overhang, lightning splits the sky, followed by a deafening crack of thunder. Taako yanks his hat over his head, which really doesn’t do anything because, like him, it’s thoroughly waterlogged, and leans on the buzzer.

A familiar voice crackles through the speakers. “Burnsides!”

“It’s fuckin’ negative three and pouring!” he shouts. “Lemme in!”

“Geez, okay, comin’ right up!”

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Hoshi + Change Up

Gear up. Keep running. Step on the accelerator



Warnings: Fluff? Seriously, it got out of control with this one

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Shawn doesn’t believe it when Brian tells him what your ringtone is. So, being the scientist that he is, he tests it out.

A/N: wrote this as an apology for how long it’s taking part 4 of tattoos to come out, please forgive me :) fyi it’s coming out on Sunday the 29th (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) (as you can see, I’m so not excited) 

Also, if you like this, send me ur fav Shawn quote whether it be lyric or some random shit he’s said


“Why don’t you believe me? It’s true!” Brian exclaimed, his voice slightly muffled to Shawn since it was a phone call.

“Cause I know her ringtone. It is not one of my songs.” He said, confident in his knowledge.

“Well, she changed it since you’ve started the tour. It’s an acoustic version too. Sometimes it sounds like you’re singing it right there. Probably why she has it. Since I’ve been staying at the apartment, it’s all I hear cause you keep calling her. If you don’t believe me, then come see for yourself. Aren’t you coming next week?” 

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close, warm, real. (frank castle)

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

requested by @caryled!! i love my soft boy frankie…

no warnings on this one!!!

tags list: @voidobsession, @twinklyhood, @doct0rstrange!!!

When it rains in New York, it rains. It rains and rains and rains, cold and dismal and windy, and it’s virtually impossible to get anything done. Hell’s Kitchen currently resides under a massive swathe of dark stormclouds, dimming the already dingy streets into complete darkness and drenching everything in icy rain.

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boyfriend bang chan • stray kids

genre: fluff

pairing: bang byungchan & you

word count: 1887 words

summary: dating chan and all the quirks/aspects of your relationship

note(s): this is my first time doing a scenario like this so i am super excited!! this will be in bullet point format. this is the first part of my boyfriend series for stray kids! starting with our cute leader is only appropriate, i hope you enjoy! <3

Originally posted by ultchris

  • you met chan during the summer on the bus you took everyday to your favorite coffee shop
  • the moment you had stepped on and trudged on through the adults and exhausted students a tuft of grey hair had stood out to you
  • he sat the aisle across from two boys and the seat next to the window was empty
  • you had never seen them before but were extremely thankful to the fact they hadn’t taken up your spot and settled into the back, even if they were kinda cute
  • especially the boy with the slightly damaged grey hair
  • you weren’t the type of person to be nosy but every single day you stepped onto that bus in a glum mood their conversations and bright personalities seemed to cheer you right up
  • you looked forward to it and eventually from so much eavesdropping you discovered their names
  • the boy who usually had a hat on was jisung, another boy who usually had a beanie or mask was changbin, and cute dimple grey boy was chan
  • you specifically liked to listen to chan talk
  • one day you stumble into the bus a little later than usual after waking up late and make it a minute before it departs
  • as you drag yourself to your seat you notice a little elderly lady comfortably sitting with her bag on the seat next to her
  • your heart sinks as you realize you have no courage to ask her to move her bag
  • the bus is full of everyone in their usual spots
  • except…oh no
  • the only empty seat is next to chan
  • you look around praying for a new empty seat to magically appear and it seems your luck is especially bad on that day
  • you conform to standing and holding onto a rail and as you look around nervously
  • you meet his eyes as you look around and panic
  • they’re looking at you with the utmost concern that you nearly melt
  • wow his eyes are so pretty?
  • “uhm, excuse me, the seat next to me is empty if you’d like to sit.”
  • changbin and jisung are shocked as chan gestures next to him with a shy smile
  • you almost faint as you take wobbly steps next to him, bowing about 500 times
  • “thank you so much”
  • “it’s no problem”
  • you notice the trio is a lot more hush and awkward than usual and feel a little guilty
  • until chan turns around and tries to start a conversation
  • he’s genuinely interested in what you have to say in response to his questions and smiles a lot
  • his dimples are so cute up close
  • you find out the three boys started coming on the bus as they purchased their own recording studio
  • they created their own rap group called 3racha on soundcloud and became extremely successful as a result
  • at the end of the ride all three of them say goodbye to you and nudge chan 
  • he just turns the brightest shade of red
  • he’s stuttering and scratching his neck,, it’s so cute
  • “well, i hope to see you tomorrow bus buddy!”
  • oh boy are your cheeks heating up quick as you hear changbin stifle a wheeze and poor chan is living in pure regret in that moment
  • jisung is like “no please ignore changbin” and trying to let you both live but it’s too late
  • and it all kicks off from there
  • for the next six months you both get to know each other better through slowly exchanging numbers, hanging out all the time, from visiting the three while they record, and eventually forming a strong bond with all of them
  • and getting an even stronger crush on the bang byungchan ooo
  • and on the seventh month of knowing each other when you get onto the bus there’s a little rose on your usual seat
  • jisung and changbin are whistling and pretending to not be spying on both of you
  • boy they suck at not being obvious
  • and chan is looking at the floor and then at you and back at the floor while jiggling his foot up and down
  • “i think i really like you and want to be more than friends”
  • god you hated that stuffy smelly bus so much but it just got 500 times more lovely to you
  • phew that took a while now let’s get onto boyfriend chan shall we?
  • you constantly nag him to put down his work and go to sleep but he refuses
  • and you refuse to leave him alone
  • you sit next to him every time he works on music at home
  • whenever he gets frustrated he just turns to you and buries his head into your shoulder in silence and wraps his arms around you except it’s messy and like a sloth
  • but you love it nonetheless
  • you are his biggest fan
  • every single musical decision goes through changbin and jisung but your word is the most important
  • “chan i think it’s nice already…but don’t listen to me changbin knows better and i’m not a professional”
  • “changbin who? i guess he’s just wrong.”
  • “no chan wait”
  • as a gesture of love you try to cook for him but it ends awfully
  • chan takes up cooking after that but he doesn’t mind
  • he always has you nearby so you can watch and learn
  • and whenever he has you try to do any cooking he watches you attentively
  • “no you’re doing it wrong, it’s like this”
  • and he’ll come up behind you and hold your hands while you cut vegetables
  • whOOPS the sudden contact makes you so flustered you cut your finger
  • “see it’s not that ba-WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING”
  • wee woo wee woo medic chan is on the way
  • your first kiss is in the middle of a disney movie marathon on the couch while you try to grab the box of pizza from him and he holds it up shaking his head and laughing
  • “give me a kiss first” and you’re like okay i guess and he’s like wait what and you just lean in
  • his whole mind goes blank and he drops the box on the floor and holds your face while he kisses you back
  • his stomach is in an absolute frenzy and you finally pull away and reach for the pizza with a huge grin
  • “i did it”
  • “i didn’t think you would and now i’m in a dilemma because i wanted the last slice”
  • lots of lazy cuddling on the couch after a long day of recording, he just loves taking in your scent and having you next to him
  • chan constantly keeps you up on your tippy toes
  • you procrastinate on all your college work and he’ll come by to check on you
  • “how’s it going babe?”
  • and you’ll drop your phone in shock and all he sees is you watching another group on weekly idol and now you know you’re in for an intense study session
  • whenever you try to joke your way out of your work or get distracted he gently scolds you and gets you back on track even if you protest
  • but your grades are always improving because of him and you’re thankful
  • no matter how busy he is saturday is the day specifically planned for you no matter what
  • one time woojin tried to come over and hang out with chan but he was quickly and gently shoo’d away
  • he’s not the type to get viciously jealous, but he does clear his throat and put a kiss against your cheek just to be sure that the other person knows you’re together
  • he’ll take off his hats and put them on you and your eyes always go so wide
  • you act like it’s nothing but it means so much to you and you feel so special when he does that and he notices
  • he thinks its the cutest thing in the world
  • your contact on his phone is “my baby” with a bunch of heart emojis and its so cheesy
  • the contact picture is worse it’s a picture of you sleeping and curled up into him
  • his snapchat is full of videos with the rest of the boys and both of you using filters and being silly
  • sometimes if you’re lucky and he’s extra tired he lets you climb onto his bed with him and straddle him while you draw things with his dimples
  • his favorite creation of yours is when you made flower petals around his dimples
  • he loves playing drake aloud on the bluetooth speakers in the house and showing you all his favorite musicians
  • and overtime because you’re so used to it you learn the lyrics too
  • and whenever songs like 0 to 100 come on you both grab a broom or mop and rap into the microphone and make exaggerated gestures and facial expressions at each other 
  • he does this little weird dance and you always follow
  • you look so cute to him with your messy hair and your bouncing steps and big smile and wow…he realizes he’s actually in love with you
  • just as you’re his #1 fan he is your #1 fan
  • chan pushes you to be more productive and believe more in yourself
  • anything that affects you negatively affects him as well… you’re both so united and everything that happens to both of you feels so personal
  • when things get rough for you he holds your hand and lies with you in bed until you’re ready to talk about it
  • sometimes he feels like it’s his fault and he’s deeply afraid of losing you
  • he gets a lot of dms on instagram from girls who are looking for more than just a conversation with their favorite rapper
  • and you’re always a little frustrated but happy as he doesn’t really care and doesn’t pay mind to it
  • one day you wake up and check your phone blowing up
  • he posted a picture of you and him holding hands on his instagram telling everyone he’s happily in a relationship and would appreciate not having his dms spammed
  • skinship with chan is so calm and soothing
  • he’s more about touching like hugs and hand holding than he is kissing but when he kisses you it’s passionate and more than just a peck
  • he always tells you how thankful he is he met you
  • and he could never say it out of fear of scaring you but he hopes to have a long future with you
  • he just knows he wants to be with you and keep you safe and happy
  • “hey chan?”
  • “yeah?”
  • “what are you thinking about?”
  • “i was thinking about how i want you to move in with me because it’s like you live here…if that’s okay?”
  • “i was thinking you’d never ask.”
  • one day he brings you to the studio and asks you to sit down and listen so you put in the headphones
  • the song is about the bus you met him on 4419 oh yes i love being clever
  • when he asks what you think he looks over at you and sees you’re crying and panics
  • “why are you crying? did i do something wrong? does it suck that much?” and you just gently smack his hand and wail
  • “i’m crying because i’m in love with you and that song.” and his heart just beats
  • it’s the first time you’ve told him you’re in love with him
  • and while he ruffles your hair to calm you down he hopes you can be his for as long as he exists

(づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ

I have the pacer test tomorrow and thought about this for a long time.


□ Eddie, Beverly, Mike, Bill, Mike, and Stan have gym class together. Richie joins them on Fridays. Ben is unfortunately in the other cluster but the losers spend as much time together as they can during school.

□ Mike and Bill race each other during the pacer test. Eddie tried to join them one time but his asthma was like “No binch.” And so he had to go to the nurse. Richie told him that his asthma would loose it’s shit, and it did.

□ Stan usually stops running around 20 laps. He joins Eddie on the bleachers to watch the rest of the boys run, especially Bill. Eddie teases him a lot.

□ Stan has heart eyes. All day, every day.

□ Stan admires the way Bill’s hair bounces when he runs, when he hurries across the gym to jump into him or Mike, when he makes a pit stop to the bleachers to take a drink from his water bottle on a really warm day, and when he falls because he laughs to hard or someone does something ridiculous.

□ The school splits them in gender for their height, weight, and pacer. Beverly is alone all the time, but she enjoys laughing at the boys while they run after she does her height and weight.

□ After Beverly finishes, she joins the two on the bleachers. If the pacers on friday, she would most like be the fourth person to sit on the bleachers usually because Richie stops running when Eddie does.

□ Bev sets the highest score for the girls records because the rest of them are all pussies. Even the girls who play soft ball and soccer/football.

□ Eddie’s told Richie multiple times that he doesn’t have to stop running because he stopped. He even said he wanted to watch Richie run from the bleachers.

□ Richie and Eddie argue while Stan and Beverly talk about their day. Beverly vents about how much she wants Ben to be in their cluster with her. Good thing they have lunch after.

□ Bev coos when she watches Stan stare at Bill.

□ Mike and Bill set the highest scores all the time. Other kids cheer or groan because they won’t stop running.

□ Bill once sprained his ankle when running so they didn’t count it as a completed race.

□ Stan was the first to volunteer to bring Bill to the nurse. His arm shot up into the air so fast, flash who?

□ Stan becomes Bill’s care taker™

□ Stan hates being late to class but he and Bill are the last out of the boys locker room every gym class.

□ Bill asked him out one day and Stan tripped up the stairs.

□ Their first kiss was shared after gym class to be honest.

□ Mike waits for the other five to get ready before they walk to class. He is the only one who witnesses most of the Reddie departing kisses. He awes and wipes fake tears everytime.

□ Mike also witnessed the first stenbrough kiss. He was shocked af.

□ Mike is really antsy after gym and pushes Richie up the stairs or he pokes him on the sides all the time. Richie drops his stuff and swears like a sailor 99% of the time.

□ Teachers give Richie warnings because of his potty mouth but he’s never ever sent to the dean.

□ One time Mike got Richie on the sides so hard, Richie started running after him and Eddie was the one to get sent to the dean after swearing at the two.

□ Eddie lost it. Who knew someone could swear so many times in one sentence. Most of them were towards the staff but eventually he apologized because his mother made him.

□ The two eventually joined Eddie in the dean’s office.

□ Eddie could’ve killed them both.

□ After they finished the five mile run, they all went and sat in the shade and played truth or dare.

□ oof, you bet your stenbrough thirsty ass someone dared Bill and Stan to kiss. They did it too, long and passionate. No regret.

□ Stan and Bill are very clingy after getting use to the whole dating thing.

□ One class, Ben, not so innocent at the time, skipped his class to join their gym class one day. BEV AND BEN CUDDLED EVERY SECOND THEY GOT THAT PERIOD.

□ The gym teachers let it slip this one time, mostly because Ben had a pass somehow? And he was the best student in the other clusters class honestly. But Ben never did it again because he missed so much in the class he skipped.

□ Poor Mike, he been seven-wheeling since the day he joined the club.

□ The losers honestly try so hard not to be clingy- besides Eddie and Richie. Richie doesn’t listen at all.

□ Mike does eventually get a chance to talk to a new student in their class and he develops his own crush.

□ The Losers encourage Mike to get it, every time. Like, hold my earrings.

Hold my goddamn earrings.


Mhm, I don’t know how long other people run their mile runs, it’s usually 5 for my school T;

Chanyeol scenario - His favorite feature


summary: Every man has a fetish; Something that makes him desire his girl even more. After Chanyeol confesses what turns him on the most, you come to the conclusion to enhance things in the bedroom.

genre: SMUT

warnings: titty-f*ck, dirty talk, breast appreciation, fingering

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Rhythm of the Beat- Part 1

Based off a request by @thelittleredwhocould​ for gender swap Wincest.

Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is.

Word Count: 2150ish

Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut

A/N: This one just happened. I’m not sorry. Hope you all enjoy it! Two more parts coming soon! XOXO

“Dean! You okay?”

“Yeah, I think so. Are you?”

It’s at the end of that second sentence that they both register the voices themselves and not just the words.

“Dude. You sound like…dude. Sam? You’re a fuckin’ girl.”

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Prompt: You find out that you’re pregnant with George Washington’s baby.

Pair: George Washington x Reader

A/N: This was a request from an anon. Ask and you shall receive. I actually really enjoyed writing this prompt. I hope you guys love it as much as I did! Remember my requests are always open. Enjoy :)

Surprise - Part 2


You roll over in bed and you arm smacks down on a hard chest beside you, pulling a loud groan from him. Without opening your eyes, you smile to yourself and roll over all the way on your side and snuggle up into the man beside you. His arms wrap around you immediately and pull you in closer. You wiggle and wiggle trying to snuggle even closer and find a comfortable spot.

“You keep doing that and we won’t leave this bed all day.” He mumbles, his voice still raspy from sleep. Finally opening your eyes, you peek up at the loving face of you husband as he smiles down at you.

“That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.” You giggle to yourself but a gasp leaves you as he smacks your butt and it echoes through the room.

“Oh you!” Giving a playful smack on his chest, you bounce up from the bed and nakedly make your way into your closet. Behind you, a deep rumble of his laughter follows you.

“You don’t get to stay in bed if I can’t! I’m busy all day around here, getting this house back in order for the party and don’t you forget that you have to go in for another congress meeting!” You call out with a muffled voice as you struggle to put on your dress.

He groans from the bed, “I don’t know if I can stand Hamilton and Jefferson bickering anymore! It’s non-stop with those two on every single subject there is.”

“Oh! Boo hoo! I know you love those two like your own kids. Now up with you! Get dressed. The party is tonight and I barely have the menu all set. Remember to invite the congressmen to come as well.” You rush out of the closet with your husband’s coat and trousers draped over your arm. Placing them down on the bed, you walk on your knees to where he’s lying and start pushing on his butt, trying to push him off the bed. He laughs as he grabs your wrists and pull you down on him. He hums his approval and pulls you down to meet his lips.

The kiss barely lasted before a wave of nausea hits you and you’re up from the bed and rushing for the restroom. You bend over the toilet and your stomach heaves and empties itself. You hear your husband rush in after you, rubbing your back and holding your hair back.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong? Tell me.” He says in your ear.

Finally able to take a deep breath, you sit back on your heels and close your eyes. Not wanting him to worry, you say, “It’s probably nothing. I must have eaten something bad last night. Just a stomach flu. Don’t you worry. You’re already running late. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I’m the president, sweetheart, I can’t get in trouble. Are you sure you’re alright? I can call off the meeting and party. I want to get you back to feeling alright again.” Smiling up at him, you can’t believe that this giant teddy bear was your husband.

“I promise. I’ll be alright by tonight. I’ll call in my maids to see if they can make it go away by tonight.”

Before he could say anything, a knock at the door and a voice called from the outside, “Mr. Washington. Mr. Hamilton and Mr. Jefferson are here to pick up you for the congress meeting. Their carriage is waiting for you out front.”

His eyes show hesitation and you say, “Go. I’ll be alright. If anything happens, I’ll call for you right away.”

“Alright,” he says reluctantly, “I’ll try to be home as soon as I can.” He gives you a lingering kiss on the forehead and turns to get dressed and heads out.

You had suspicions that you were carrying a baby inside you now but you hadn’t wanted to tell George until you were sure. Lately, it was just morning sickness. You were heading to the doctors that day to get the final answer. As you walked into your living room, you called all your maids out to take care of all the provisions for the party that evening. With everything taken care of, you get in your carriage and head for the doctors.


You stand in the corner of the ballroom as the room slowly fills with people. You’re in an elegant black dress, hoping to mask the little baby bump that’s already starting to form over the past couple of weeks. All the new arrivals made their way to you and greeted you though you were busy looking around the room for George.

The doctors had confirmed your suspicions and you have a baby coming in a few months time. You were beyond excited and couldn’t wait to tell your husband. He has been talking about building a family since before he proposed.

Last you heard, the congress meeting went a few hours past what they expected, no doubt from Hamilton refusing to stop talking. News of a Revolutionary War coming was stressing you out out of worry for George but he promised that everything was fine.

Lost in thought, you were startled when Lafayette comes up to you and gives your hand a kiss. Lafayette being the big flirt, though harmless, that he is, asks, “What’s a pretty lady like yourself doing here all along? Where is that husband of yours?”

“Hello Lafayette,” you let out a giggle, “I was just wondering the same thing. It’s great to see you again. How is everything?”

“Much better now that I’ve seen you. My life has been rather boring lately, so thank you for having this party. It lightens my mood right up.”

“Oh that’s my pleasure. It’s been too long since I’ve seen some friendly faces.”

“Very true as always, madam. I must be off since I see Monsieur Hamilton walking through the door with his family, though I would hope that would save a few dances for me?” He gives you a mischievous smile.

You let out a laugh and was about to agree when a voice answers for you, “After she’s had many dances with me, of course.” George’s voice washes over you. You spin around and smile up at your husband as he lands a kiss on your forehead.

“Of course, Monsieur.” Lafayette does a little bow and bounces off into the crowd.

“Good evening, my darling.”

“Hello.” You share a moment just smiling at each other before his eyebrows furrowed.

“How are you feeling? What did the maids say? Are you alright now?” He asks.

“I’m alright. I’m not sick or anything. I actually stopped by the doctors this morning. Nothing’s out of the usual so I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? What did she say? It seems rather unusual for you to start feeling dizzy  and throwing up all of a sudden.”

Looking around, you saw a few people waiting to speak to George so you say, “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know later. Right now, let’s just have fun.”

He seems hesitant to let the topic drop but doesn’t ask you any more questions.

As a maid walks by with a tray of champagne, he stops her and takes one flask off and holds it out for me. Looking at it, I shake my head and refuse.

His eyebrows furrow even more and says, “It’s your favorite. It’s the one from Italy, remember?”

“I know, I’m just not in the mood to drink anything tonight.” Before he could speak again, you cut him off, “I really am alright. You can have it.”

He gives you a look and says, “We’re going to talk later. If anything is wrong, you have to tell me. You’re really worrying me.”

“Y/n!” Both of you turn to see Hamilton and Eliza walking towards you.

A large smile appears on your lips as you see one of your closest friends. “Eliza!” You and Eliza hug but when you pull back, Eliza has a confused look and question in her eyes.

“Y/n.” You turn to Hamilton and do your polite greetings and when you finally find your spot by your husband’s side again, you see Eliza is watching your stomach closely. Her eyes widened and it looked as though realization hit her right across the face as she perks up and smiles widely at you.

“Oh my god! Y/n congratulations!” She gives you a big hug and starts gushing over you.

“When did you find out? Why didn’t you tell me?! This is amazing!”

Hamilton clears his throat behind her and pulls her back to him. Washington is looking down at you with question in his eyes. You had no doubt that your cheeks were the color of a cherry.

“What is great, darling?” Hamilton asks Eliza.

“Isn’t it obvious?!” She asks to him. When she looks at Washington and sees the same confused look, she sighs, “Boys. What can you do with them?” She mumbles to you.

“Come on, now! It’s clear that Y/n Washington here is pregnant! Oh! How great!”

Washington jerks beside you.

“What?” He whispers.

Sheepishly looking up at him and giving him a shy smile. He’s looking down at you with love in his eyes and hope written all over his face.


anonymous asked:

Imagine Jotaro and Polnareff meeting up to find the arrows after who knows how long of not seeing each other and being all cool for a few moments before breaking down and hugging and crying because they’re so happy to see each other ;w;

We all know Polnareff didn’t last 1 damn second - he ran straight to Jotaro at the airport and hugged the shit outta him (maybe even bounced them both around a bit). Jotaro doesn’t even bother to hide his expression under his hat because Pol is not stupid and knows he’s happy too.

They then immediately proceed to talk shit about Joseph:

“Ohhh an affair?!”
“Yeah, and now grandma Suzie is pissed and I have to go to Japan to talk to his illegitimate kid about his share of the old man’s fortune.”
“Tsk tsk, cheating isn’t gentlemanly at all!… wait, does this mean you have a kid uncle? PWahahahah!!!”
“Yare yare.”

Part 13 of Lance Bonding w/ the Lions!!!!

Lance was on the verge of passing out. Him? The True Blue Paladin of Voltron? He was just a boy from Cuba! Lance felt Blue in his head, sending him reassurances. Lance then slowly felt Red, softly scolding him for his thoughts. He was special. Very special. Lance gently smiled and shook his head, still in disbelief. He turned his gaze to Allura.
“So, what does this even mean? I can talk to all of the Lions and hear them in my head?” Allura chuckled. “Not just that, Lance. Bonding with all the Lions gives you abilities to do so much more.”
“Such as…?”

Coran bounced forward in excitement, throwing an arm around Lance’s shoulder and with his other hand began to curl the end of his mustache in excitedly.
“Lance, there’s so much things you can do now! Along with talking and understanding all the Lions, you now are able to pilot them! Of course, that would be for emergencies only. Although you have bonded with them, they still love and cherish their chosen Paladins. And through your bond with the Lions, you can further understand the emotions of their pilots. When formed in Voltron, you will be able to sense the others emotions and thoughts. You become more connected with the team!”
Lance nodded his head, still disbelieving. “Th-that kinda makes sense. I started noticing that whenever we would form Voltron and fight a Galra fleet or whatever. I could feel so many emotions. I always just thought that it was me. I am a pretty emotional guy after all. I can understand that now, but Coran? I can pilot them? I-I could never-”
Coran patted his shoulder reassuringly.
“Lance my boy, there no need to fret. We all know that you would never try and take anyone’s place. The only reason why you would ever pilot the other Lions is that if there was an urgent emergency. Or if you and one of your teammates wanted to take a joyride.” He chuckled.
“So Lance could pilot Red? Even Black?” Keith sputtered.
Coran nodded his head. “Precisely!”

The team look at Lance in awe, who in return blushed and ducked his head, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. Allura smiled at them, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
“But that isn’t the only thing that Lance is able to do. He has now unlocked an ability with Blue that is very precious and sacred.”
Pidge cocked her head, curious. “An ability? Like a hidden, secret ability? What is it?”
Allura clasped her hands together, excitement radiating from her.
“Lance can now communicate with the past Blue Paladins!”
The team whipped around, Lance chocking on his breath, sputtering.
“W-what?? How? Aren’t they all dead? Oh man, did I get like the Sixth Sense or some shit like that? I don’t have to perform a seance do I? Aliens I can do, but ghosts? Nu-uh count me out, I wish to live a long, exorcist-free life thank you.”
Allura gave him a pat on top of his head.
“Lance, I didn’t understand half of the words that came out of your mouth, but you won’t be contacting the dead. You see, every Lion holds the memories of their past Paladins. They are able to keep them alive to some extent. It works kind of like the astral plane. Lance can now enter Blue’s and be able to communicate with the past Blue Paladins, whether it be to ask for advice or just to talk about Blue.”
“That’s awesome!!” Pidge exclaimed, while Hunk murmured a quiet “That’s kinda creepy.” Lance brought his hands to the side of his head. “This is crazy. I’ve gone crazy, right? This is awesome. Crazy and freaky and unexpected, but awesome.”

Coran then approached and stood beside Allura, taking one of her hands and smiley gently at her.
“It is quite exciting, isn’t it? But that’s not the main reason why me and Allura are so ecstatic and hopeful.”
Shiro gently arched an eyebrow at them, leaning slightly forward. “What do you mean?”
Allura eyes shined as she gazed at Shiro. She then looked at her team, eyes ending on Lance. “You see, when a Lion chooses its True Paladin, it unlocks something within the team. It starts a chain reaction. When my people created the Lions, we created them in a way to where when one of the Lions chose their True pilot, the other Lions could then bond and find their True Paladin. We tried to create it to where if there was one True Paladin in the team, the other Paladins would be more able to become their respected Lions True Paladin. That way, Team Voltron would be at its peak. The ultimate power and defender in the universe. We always believed that a True Paladin would be Altean because we were the ones who created them, so we had given up hope. But now that Blue has chosen Lance, we now know that isn’t true. So, any species could be the True Paladin.”
Lance stared at her in wide disbelieving eyes along with the others. Keith slowly recovered. “So, what you mean is that since Lance became Blue’s True Paladin, he unlocked the potential for all of us to become our own Lions True Paladin?”
Coran danced in place excitedly.
“Precisely! But I warn you, it will be no easy task. It will be harder than ever to accomplish it. Your bond with your Lion must be unbreakable. You have to trust your Lion with all your being. And on top of that, you have to earn the trust and respect of your teammates’ Lions, just as Lance has done.”
Coran ended, smiling at Lance, eyes filled with pride. Hunk launched himself at Lance, scooping him up in a bear hug.
“Lance!! Dude, that is awesome! You’re awesome!! I’m so proud of my sweet precious blue child!!”
Shiro and Pidge laughed and Keith softly smiled at them while Lance chuckled and hugged him back. “Thanks buddy! But can you let me down now? I can’t breath and your starting to cry.”
Lance wheezed as Hunk sat him down with one final squeeze. After he regained his breath and tried to smooth out the wrinkles on the front of his shirt, he turned toward Allura.
“Princess, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to test out one of those abilities.”
He peered up at Blue, locking with her gaze and smiling.
“I’d like to talk to the past Blue Paladin.”


Summary: “DESPERATE NEED: BASSIST. NO SHIT TASTE IN MUSIC. PLUS: BE HOT.” That was all the flyer had said along with a location. Eddie would usually never go to some random club to try out for a band full of people he didn’t know, but his therapist DID tell him to take some more risks.

Read Ch 1 HERE, Ch 2 HERE

Pairings: Reddie, slight Mike/Stan/Bill

Warnings: internalized homophobia, vomit, hints to sexual content. (please remember that these characters are all over the ages of 21)

Thank you AGAIN @losvcr so much for being my beta for this. What would I do without you??

Taglist: @just-an-akward-fangirl, @hauntedtozier, @achievehuntress, @my-son-richie-tozier, @decaffeinatedpostmoon, @rhubarberous, @littletwinstxrs, @bl0w-ur-dad

The warm skin that Eddie had felt in his hands was replaced with cold porcelain. His knuckles went white as he lurched forward, his stomach emptying once again. Eddie tried to remember what had lead up to this; he had downed some vodka and now he was here. At least the hand on his back let Eddie know he wasn’t alone.

“Damn Eds, you gonna make it?” Richie snorted, continuing to rub circles into his back.

Maybe he would rather be alone. This was so embarrassing. Eddie groaned as his memories rushed back.

Eddie and Richie’s heavy breathing synced together as the music stopped, Richie pressing his forehead to the smaller man’s.

“Holy shit, Eds. Didn’t peg you for the dancing type.” He rested his hands on Eddie’s waist, rubbing exposed skin with his thumbs.

“Me neither.” Eddie let out a breathy laugh, lightly pressing back against Richie’s forehead. He had never felt this free before. His head was spinning. His fingers were tingling. He felt a bit nauseous. Richie pulled back with a concerned look on his face.

“You alright, Eddie? You don’t look so good.” He smoothed back Eddie’s hair before pressing a hand to his forehead.

“R-Richie…I don’t feel so hot..” Before Richie had the chance to back away Eddie was hurling onto his shirt.

“Oh, gross! Alright okay, everyone make some space!” Richie had dealt with puke before, he was in a band after all. Richie ushered Eddie upstairs and to the bathroom.

Eddie groaned, his dread being realized has he looked over Richie’s vomit covered shirt.

“Oh god, Richie, I’m sorry.” He mumbled out, resting his forehead in his hand.

“Don’t worry about it Eds, you were really cool.” Richie kept his hand on Eddie’s back.

“I puked on you, that’s not cool.” He wanted to die right there.

“Eddie, listen. You drank like a champ and were the best dance partner I’ve probably ever had.” Richie flashed him a huge grin and Eddie felt his heart squeeze.

“Really?” Eddie couldn’t help but smile. Richie nodded, scooting closer to him and moving his hand from Eddie’s back to rest on his shoulder. He couldn’t help his gaze from landing on Eddie’s lips. Richie had just watched this guy puke his guts out, why’d he want to kiss him so bad?

There was a knock on the doorframe and both their heads whipped up.

Mike stood in the doorway a glass of water in hand.

“Am I interrupting?” He smirked at Richie who was shaking his head furiously.

“Nah. Han my man, what’s up?” He slowly stood, resting his hand gently on top of Eddie’s head.

“Just wanted to bring this poor kid some water.” Mike’s gaze shifted to Eddie with a soft smile as he walked over to crouch down next to the poor man still kneeling next to the toilet. He held out the glass of water.

“You feeling any better?”

Eddie’s shaky hands took the glass, pressing it to his lips lightly.

“Yeah, thank you.” He nodded before realization struck, he hadn’t just puked on Richie but on the floor as well. “I have to go clean that up!”

Mike shook his head. “It’s alright, I already took care of it.” Eddie’s cheeks went red.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. That must have been so gross.” He took a small sip of water as Mike laughed.

“It’s alright, I used to work on a farm. I’ve seen a lot worse than a little puke.” Mike smiled wider as Eddie continued with the apologizes.

Richie gently curled his fingers in Eddie’s soft hair, sending chills down his spine. He was about to thank Mike again for about the hundredth time when their attention was brought to a door opening across the hall.

Eddie’s face nearly turned beet red watching what was happening in front of them. Bill had Stan pinned against the open door, trailing kisses down his neck. Both the men’s hands were trying to remove the other person’s shirt as fast as they could. Bill only pulled away to pull his shirt over his head, moving back into what Eddie could only guess was their bedroom.

Stan watched the other man with a look that made Eddie’s insides tighten.

Should I be watching this?

Suddenly, Stan turned his attention over to them; more specifically Mike. A grin broke out over Stan’s face as he pointed to the now blushing Mike, making a calling motion with his finger. Mike stood quickly, brushing his hands over his pants.

“Well have a good night you two. Feel better Eddie!” He quickly made his way to Stan and Eddie could barely make out what the curly-haired man said as Mike closed the door behind him, but he heard it.

“Did you really think we’d start without you?”

Eddie stared into his glass of water, his cheeks still flushed while Richie sat on the edge of the bathtub and watched Eddie squirm.

“Does that stuff make you uncomfortable?” Richie stared him down.

“Sex? I’m not a kid, Richie.” Eddie couldn’t look up from the glass.

“No I mean- does it make you uncomfortable ‘cause they’re all guys?” Eddie shrunk in on himself, trying to ignore his mother’s words bouncing around in his head.

Faggots! Disgusting! Eddie you’re not like them! You’re not gay Eddie, we’ll get you help!

Eddie shook his head before downing the rest of his water.

“It doesn’t bother me.” He didn’t sound very convincing. His eyes shot to Richie who was just frowning, and Eddie let out a sigh.

“I wasn’t brought up by the most accepting person.” His eyes were back to the now empty glass.

As Richie stoop up, Eddie’s stomach dropped. He was sure Richie was going for the door. How could he have already fucked this whole situation up? Richie had to hate him now.

Stupid, so stupid, Eddie.

His thoughts stopped dead when he felt Richie’s hand on the top of his head again. It was just as gentle as the time before.

“Let’s get you to bed alright, Ed’s?” Eddie looked up to the taller man who had nothing but love in his eyes. It made Eddie’s stomach flip.

“A-Alright.” He slowly stood and Richie placed a hand on his arm to steady him before they made their way to Richie’s bedroom.

It looked exactly how Eddie would have imagined it; posters lining every inch of the walls, clothes strewn all over the floor, and a desk covered in pages of music and lyrics.

“Sorry it’s a mess.” Richie apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. Eddie just kept taking in all the stuff that Richie had; most of it looked like junk, but cool junk. He walked over to Richie’s desk, smiling fondly as he picked up a Magic 8Ball and sat down onto Richie’s bed.

“Are you twelve?” He looked up to the taller man who was now blushing.

“Hey! That thing has helped me write a lot of songs, alright?” A grin formed on his face as he kicked off his shoes and sat down next to Eddie.

“You do know they’re completely random, right?” Eddie went to shake the 8ball but Richie took it from his hands.

“I’m telling you these things really work, Ed’s” Richie shook it in his hands. “Is Eddie going to be a good addition to the Losers’ Club?” Eddie blushed as Richie asked the question. The answer showed: Very Likely.

“See! It’s magic!” Richie had the biggest smile on his face as Eddie took the 8Ball back.

“Is Richie a total nerd?” Eddie beamed back at the curly-haired man as the answer showed: Yes.

“Woah Richie you might actually be right!” Eddie laughed, and made Richie’s heart squeeze.

“Alright smart guy, give me that!” Richie playfully tried to wrestle the 8Ball from Eddie’s hands.

“No! I’m not done!” They continued the struggle before they both fell back onto the bed, Richie holding himself up over Eddie on shaky arms. The room went silent as Eddie stared up at Richie, their faces only inches apart. Eddie’s hand went limp, the 8ball rolling onto the floor.

After a moment, Richie finally broke the silence. “Do you like the left or the right side?” Eddie’s cheeks flushed while Richie slowly stood up. “Or I could take the floor, I don’t mind.”

Eddie shook his head.

“I-It’s fine. I don’t mind sharing.” Eddie sat up again, pushing off his shoes and scooting onto the left side of the bed. He watched as Richie opened his closet and sifted through a pile of clothes before pulling out a clean shirt. Eddie’s cheeks warmed again as he remembered why Richie had to change.

Richie pulled the dirty shirt off and Eddie couldn’t help but stare. Richie was tall and skinny, but his arms and back had enough definition to show from all the playing and lifting of equipment he did. Eddie felt a dryness in his throat as he watched Richie’s bare back flex, but Richie frowned as he caught a look of himself in a standing mirror he had next to his closet.

Fuck, I look like shit.

After Richie pulled on the shirt and ran his fingers through his hair, Eddie was quick to lay down and pretend he hadn’t been staring when the curly-haired man turned his attention back to the bed. Without warning, Richie flung himself onto the side next to Eddie, a grin on his face while Eddie tried his hardest not to look. A a blush was still creeping up his neck.

Why was I staring? That’s so creepy.

Richie leaned over Eddie to place his glasses on the nightstand. Eddie’s heart was beating like crazy.

“Night, Eds” Richie laid on his back, closing his eyes. Eddie studied Richie’s face for a moment before turning to face the taller man and closing his eyes tight.

Maybe I shouldn’t drink anymore

It had been about an hour until Richie was sure Eddie was asleep. He could hear soft snores over the muffled music still playing from downstairs. Richie turned to face the man sleeping next to him and he carefully reached out to gently push a few strands of hair from Eddie’s face. Eddie may not have understood, but Richie wasn’t a stranger to these kinds of feelings. If only Eddie Kaspbrak was gay was all Richie could think to himself.

I’m so fucked.

Missed Shots

Request: hello!!!!! i was the anon that requested have you ever seen a heart shatter and oh my word i am blown away!! i couldn’t stop crying after reading it!! anyways, i would love to request another newt x reader where the reader is a legilimens and she reads newts mind and finds out he’s in love with tina or leta (which ever one you can choose who you like i guess) and she just breaks i guess?? pure angst as always haha. please and thank you!!!

Word Count: 2,779

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in

August 1st, 1903

Sploosh. You shriek with laughter. Mud flies every which way. It lands on your cheeks. It sprinkles the front porch. You don’t care that your mother will be mad. You look at the next puddle and bend your knees.

A little boy suddenly bursts into your yard. He shouts, hands out in front of him, as a bunny darts by. Another boy, a little bigger with darker hair, tears into your yard, too. He stops when he sees you. He marches over, calling the other one, too.

“Who’re you?”

You scowl. “Who’re you?”

“I’m Theseus Scamander. This is Newt.” He prods the other boy in the back.

“Why’re you in my backyard?”

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Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 1,289

Warnings: UNEDITED, unprotected sex (Wrap your will before you get silly!), feelings, fluff, werewolf reader

Request: “Can u do a stiles smut where the reader is a werewolf and her and stiles are best friends but she noticed his heart would race every time he was near her and she asks and they admit feelings for each other and then that’s when the smut comes in”

  “Focus.” Scott demands, taking deep breaths to control his breathing.

“I’m trying to.” You shout back, your eyes shifting from their natural color to the warm gold that you tried to keep hidden. You threw your head back as your fangs started to extend. Scott got back into fighting position.

“Control it!”

  “I’m trying!” You growl, your pitch a little higher, but the growl of your wolf settling in behind it. He swings at you, your body taking too much time to react, but still managing to duck. He lifts his foot up and kicks at your side, but you grab his ankle and flip him, to which he leans on his feet.

  “Good, but this time do it like you mean it.” He tosses another punch, you grabbing his hand and twisting it away. He throws another one, and then another. You keep deflecting his shots, but in the meantime are unable to pass your own. His inhuman speed, gives him the time to grab your neck and pin you to Derek’s table. You kick his stomach, breaking free of the hold. You start off by jumping on him, your body flexing as you pin him to the ground. Your legs land on either side of his waist, your hands grabbing his neck and applying the least bit of pressure. He taps your waist twice, so you let up, standing and helping him.

“You did good.”

“Really? Because I thought she did bad?” Stiles asks, wincing as he looks at you. You roll your eyes, sitting beside him and delivering a playful slap on his arm.

“Not bad, just… not great. You need to learn to control your shift, if you ever get into a real life fight…”

“I know, Scott.” She sighs, “I’m relatively knew to this, okay? So could we all just stop ganging up on me?”

“No one is ganging up on you, big baby.” Stiles replies, sarcasm lacing the tone like venom.

“Could you just like, shut your trap? Or at least put it to some good use?” You mumble under your breath, throwing your legs over his lap.

“What was that?” Stiles jokes, as Scott gags.

“Nothing, sweetheart!” You sing, pulling out your phone. He presses a hand over your calves you body reacting in a shiver. He glances at you, his heart picking up speed. Your eyebrows furrow, but you ignore it.


“Stilinski, what did I tell you about playing with my hair?” You ask, turning around in the desk to glare at your best friend. His eyes widen, and he drops the tuft of locks.

“Sorry.” He gulps, once again his heart hammering against his chest. You look around to see if anything bad was happening, but sensed nothing. He looks away, focusing more on the blackboard than you.


“So are you coming over to mine?” You ask, putting the phone on loudspeaker.

“On my way.”

“Good…” You sounded hesitant to him, his worry literally seeping through the screen.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright? Do you not want me to come?”

“Chill out, Stiles. I still want you to come, okay? Just gotta talk to you about something.”

“Be there in five.” He hangs up, tossing the phone on Roscoe’s passenger seat. You sigh, and five minutes later, as promised, he’s knocking on the door. He lets himself in, holding up the bag of movie supplies he bought. You grin, cheering playfully.

“So what’s up?” He asks, sitting beside you on the couch.

“What’s going on with your heart, recently?” You ask not so subtly.


“Your heart… it’s constantly hammering, every time I’m near you, your heart sounds like it’s having a panic attack.

“It’s nothing,” He smiles shyly, looking at the blank television. You grab his chin, forcing his eyes to yours. He swallows, looking down.

“Stiles…” You whisper, leaning closer, “What’s going on?”

“I like you.” He clears his throat. You back away, blinking a few times.

“You do?”

“Yeah.” He nods, pursing his lips, as if to say, ‘Okay.’


He scoffs, “What do you mean why? You’re beautiful, intelligent, extremely sexy… Who wouldn’t love you?”

“That’s not what I meant…” You blush, smiling slightly, “I meant why did you feel the need to keep this from me?”

“Uh, I don’t know? The totally crushing fear of being rejected?” His eyebrows scrunch together.

“I like you too.”

“You do?” He asks, spasming forward.

“Yeah, I do. A lot, actually.”

He grins, “That’s uh… that’s–” You climb over his lap, pressing your chests together as you bite your tongue seductively.

“You think I’m sexy?” You joke, your voice low as you lean into his ear. His hands find your waist instinctively.

“Very.” He blows out air onto your shoulder, the smell of it minty and fresh.

“You love me?” It was meant to be a playful question, not something Stiles would take literally. But his heart rate picked up, and the chemo-signals he gave off were full of lust and passion.

“Yeah.” He whispers, his voice cracking at the truth.

  You pull back, your face going serious as you stare down at his brown eyes. “I love you too.” You lean down, pressing your lips with his. He tilts his head up, moving against you in sync. Never had you thought you’d be kissing Stiles Stilinski, your best friend since you were babies, who you bathed with, shared secrets with, and loved.

“Stiles?” You whisper, clearing your throat gently, “Do you… I mean, would you like to…?”

  “Yeah…” He nods, “I would.” You smile, pulling your shirt above your head in a quick, but swift movement. He stares at your beautiful body, the skin that fit you perfectly, the breasts that were all around amazingly perky, and the slight v-line you’ve gained from working out with Scott.

  “You’re so perfect.” He hums, flexing his fingers against your wrists. He pulls your hands to run through his soft brown hair, all the while kissing you fast and rough. He spins you so that you’re beneath him, the couch creaking as he does this.

  “Not here.” You moan, as his kisses pepper down your neck, “Bedroom.” He picked you up, his hands cupping your ass, your legs hooking around his waist. He maintains the kiss, while stepping up the flight of stairs, the bounce of your breasts hitting his chest.

  Once your door has been slammed open, you were on the bed, doubled over with pleasure. He pulls your pants off, breathing over your damp panties.

“No, no foreplay. Please I need you.” You groan. He nods, taking them off before sliding his own khakis off. He jerks his hips into his fist a couple times, before moving to your entrance. Once he’s sheathed inside of you, you gasp, grabbing his biceps.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans, starting to pound into you. You scratch down his back, leaving blood in your finger’s wake. He continues to slam into you, your eyes shifting to the animalistic gold that you’ve grown to accept.

“I’m not gonna last long, Stiles.”

“Me neither, babe. Come for me.” He reaches down to play with your clit, your body convulsing as you explode.

“Shit, fuck, fuck!” You scream, feeling him twitch inside you. He yanks out, fisting his cock again, before erupting onto your chest. When the both of you are cleaned and finished, you lay beside each other, curled.

“So what does this make us?” You asks.

“How about I take you on a date?”

“That’d be wonderful.” You grin, pulling him closer so your arm and leg are perched over his.

“You’re a big spoon?”

“Shh.” You hush him, eyes growing heavy with sleep. He smiles to himself, you were flat out adorable.

Ghost Headcanons
  • He likes to be in your clothing. If you’re a Titan guardian he likes to bundle into your mark, Hunter Guardian he’s snuggling into your hood, Warlock Guardian he buried in your robe. Whether you’re in it or not. 
  • He likes to headbutt your forehead in a playful way. He’s either greeting you or getting your attention. Another way he does it is to fly all around you. You have noticed he likes to bounce around in the air when he’s happy. 
  • He really does not like his nickname ‘Little Light’. You still call him that time to time much to his dismay.
  • You like to dress up your Ghost in different ghost shells. He can never choose which one since their so many so he always let you choose for him. 
  • He knows your impressive dance moves and has a playlist of epic songs to play. The battlefield your fight and dance floor.
  • When it’s nighttime you and he watches the moon and/or Traveler in the sky together while he tells of stories like how he dreamt looking for you is the common one as he spent centuries looking for you while watching others already finding their Guardians. His stories help time pass when you can’t sleep also.
  • You give your Ghost pats on the head because you love your little light.
The Christmas Party.

Authors note: Hi! So, shout out to @harrywavycurly  for pitching me an idea that ended up leading to this… it was meant to be clean, but I couldn’t help myself.

Warning: Smut.
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You smile to yourself and shake your head as you witness Harry adjusting the tie around his neck, his eyes flickering over towards you through the mirror, “What ye’ shakin’ your head at, love?” He questions as he arches a sly brow, his hands leisurely knotting the godforsaken thing, you love the tie but you also hate it, mainly because you can’t keep your hands off of him when he wears it.

“You,” you point to him as you step closer, dropping your bag on the bed as he turns around and steps away from the mirror, “Styles, of all the ugly Christmas sweaters you have, you decide not to wear them.” Your hands benevolently draw at his tie and he leans down to kiss you sweetly, a simple ‘hello’ becoming one you don’t want to part ways with.

He draws pulls away from the kiss with a smirk before he clears his throat, “Is there a problem with my attire? I always wear a black suit to your cooperate parties and you always wear a black dress or a navy blue one, it’s our thing.” Harry gestures between the two of you and stifle a small laugh.

“Sweetheart, it is a Christmas sweater party, didn’t I tell you?” you ask as you force yourself to put away all your scandalous thoughts and desires.

He shakes his head, “you failed to tell me that,” he mutters, “I’ll change.”

“No, we don’t have time,” you shake your head, “You’ll get lost and spend an hour trying to figure out which hideous sweater you want to wear and we are already off schedule.” You gesture towards the time, reaching for your bag you previously left on the bed.

“You and your schedules,” he shakes his head teasingly, “You’re the one who put us off schedule, 'I really need Krispy Kremes.’” He mocks your tone of voice and the fact that there was no way you were going to go home without a Krispy Kreme, it just wasn’t going to happen.

You pout your lips and roll your eyes at him as he slides his jacket up his lengthy arms, “Shut up,” you impishly mumble, “Come on, let’s go. You know I hate being late… It’s bad enough we aren’t dressed right,” you mutter as you usher him out of the bedroom.

“Are you grumpy again?” His voice is delicate and somewhat playful as the inquiry leaves his lips. He knows better than to ask the question, but he is too much of an antagonist sometimes and enjoys pestering you. He gets a thrill out of it.

You let out a heavy huff and disregard him as you step down the stairs, “You did it on purpose,” you comment while he affectionately seizes your coat off of its resting place in the hallway and helps slide it up your arms.

“What did I do?” His voice is laced with innocence as you rotate on your heel to face him.

“The bloody suit and tie.” You bitterly spit out the words, forcing your heels to hammer against the floorboards as you make your way closer to the front door.

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