always good to have a helmet

rising signs + hair ♡

aries asc: every aries rising ive met dyes their hair red or black so, thats that i guess (blame mars for that). they love having hair that sets them apart from a crowd, usually bold and fun hair colors. 

taurus asc: usually long and straight. SURPRISINGLY they love dying their hair crazy colors like blue or purple. natural hair is mostly really dark

gemini asc: their hair is usually light and thin but they pull it off really well.  they pull ANYTHING really well tbh like ..green hair on me? derivative. on them? wow innovative queen, truly changing the game for everyone else

cancer asc: have probably cut their hair really short one time and regretted it for years (is that too specific uh probably) they dont strike me as the person to love dying their hair tbh

leo asc: thick hair. natural hair color changes a lot throughout childhood. “big hair” you know, sometimes curly and really in your face about it. their hair grows low and thick on the neck, resembling a lion’s mane. cares about their hair than you tbh.

virgo asc: they loooove natural hair colors + always look good as blondes?? in a way they remind of those pretty but haunted dolls people sell on ebay 

libra asc: really well kept and pretty and i would kill to have a libra risings hair thats it

scorpio asc: their hair fits them so well?? sort of like a helmet but in a good way lmfao. probably only dye their hair black (if not then u should tbh)

sagittarius asc: their hair is dark in youth but impressively white in later years? queens and kings of changing hair colors. for some reason they’re always playing with hair without noticing? casually tossing their head to sweep it back? leave ur hair alone karen!

capricorn asc: have a lot of hair but its usually really thin. they look so good w jet black hair for some reason GOD i wish that were me. also their hair is always straight for some reason? how? hmu with some tips. 

aquarius asc: has probably died their hair every color imaginable (they really dont care what other people think tbh)

pisces asc: their hair always looks messy for some reason but they pull it off so well. they remind me of that tough to achieve natural effortless beauty? usually very long hair as well

bin-of-gayness  asked:

Another prompt, sorry I’m sending you another one but I just thought of this, Keith listening to Lance and Allura’s Allurance moment over the comms in the new defender and getting hurt and jealous because he thinks Lance is replacing him or something??

Hey so I’m not going to do exactly this prompt, but I like the idea of Keith noticing Lance and Allura growing closer, so he starts to feel sad and insecure about potentially losing what small chance he had with Lance. So here’s that!


Keith pilots his ship into the caste’s hangar with the adrenaline of their recent fight still coursing through his veins. His uneasiness over his near-death experience has been temporarily forgotten as he prepares himself to see his friends again. He knows they’re alive, but he won’t feel calm until he can see them with his own eyes. Touch them. Hear their voices without the aid of communicators.

Keith fumbles with his seat belt before he launches himself out of the ship and into the castle’s halls. He still remembers its complicated layout like he was here yesterday. His heavy footfalls clang against the metal floor. 

He reaches the armoury at the same time as the other paladins. Shirt has ripped and is almost back in his civvies. Hunk is giving Pidge a congratulatory pat on the shoulder.

“Hey…”

But Keith is cut off by the sounds of whooping echoing through the halls. Allura jogs into the room and Lance sprints in from the other side.

“Allura!” He calls. Even underneath his helmet his brilliant smile is visible. Allura laughs and prepares herself.

Lance whips her up into his arms, spinning her around and laughing. She clings tightly to his neck and kicks out her feet.

“You did so well!” Lance slows down and starts to slowly set Allura’s feet on the ground. He continue to hold onto her waist as she removes her helmet. A few strands of hair have been loosened from her bun, but she otherwise looks perfect.

“I knew you could do it! Didn’t I say? Aren’t I always right?” Lance moves his hands to Alura’s shoulders and shakes her good naturedly. Allura laughs and reaches out remove Lance’s helmet for him. 

“Well I couldn’t have done it without you.” She smiles. Lance flushes.

“Aw nah, that was all you I promise.” He nervously rubs behind his neck.

“Even so, Lance…” Allura steps closer and passes him his helmet. Their fingers touch when Lance takes it.

“Thank you.” Allura says seriously. “For believing in me.”

Lance blinks. He’s surprised at the Princess’ gratitude, and isn’t sure how to respond. His open mouth quickly slips into an easy smile. 

“You’re amazing, Allura. I’ll never doubt you for a second.” His voice is low and intimate.

Allura’s cheeks grow dark. She forces Lance’s helmet into his grip and quickly lets go. 

“R…right well uh…” She stammers. Lance laughs and scoops her into a big hug before she can protest. Allura stiffens, then relaxes into the embrace. 

“I knew Blue chose the right person.” Lance sighs. Allura grips Lance tighter.

“My father would definitely approve of you, Lance.” She smiles and the two begin to separate. The air between them is warm.

Keith’s gut feels icy. He stares, transfixed on the spot. He can’t bring himself to emerge from the shadows.

Allura coughs. Lance casts his eyes down.

“We need to get ready…”

“Yes, the Blades of Marmara will be docking soon so…” Allura’s eyes flit sideways and she does a double take as she makes out a figure in the shadows. She jumps slightly, then relaxes when she realises who it is.

“Keith?”

The room falls silent. Everyone’s eyes move over to where Keith hangs in the dark. His hood is still up, but his face is exposed. He holds up a weak hand in a wave.

“Uh… h…hey,” He steps into the room. Lance lights up. Keith hates how it makes his stomach flutter. 

“Keith! How long…?”

“Guys, Kolivan and Captain Olia have docked. We need to meet them in the common room in five.” Shiro announces. Everyone starts to file out of the room, except for Lance. When Keith moves past, Lance reaches out and tugs him back to his side. 

“We’ll catch up in a bit.” Lance calls. Shiro nods and continues to move out.

When the room has grown quiet, Lance turns to Keith with a beaming smile.

“Hey man! How are you?”

Keith stares at him with a skeptical glare.

“You kept me behind for that?” 

C’mon, I know as soon as we walk through these doors you’re going to get swept up in blades junk and it’s gonna be all ‘Lotor this’ and ‘Knowledge or death’ that.” Lance talks animatedly with his arms. It makes Keith smile.

“I’m fine.” He sighs.

“Yeah? We appreciated your cannon work out there. Some real nice shots.” Lance punches him in the bicep. “Though of course, I think you should leave the shooting to the best shot next time, ok?” He winks. Keith rolls his eyes with a grin.

“Sure thing. Though it looked like you had your hands full.” Keith chuckles. “Wandering into that mine field and all.”

“Hey, hey I’m just an arm now!” Lance holds up his hands defensively. “And oh man! Did you see how Allura froze them all! Man it was so easy once she…”

“She’s really great.” Keith interrupts suddenly. Lance is taken aback.

He stares at Keith’s unreadable expression. He looks calculatingly calm. Like he’s intentionally trying to look blank. 

“Hey…” Lance steps forward. “You ok?”

“Fine.” Keith sighs. Lance’s eyebrows scrunch together.

“Are you… listen if you’re jealous because Allura has cooler moves than you…”

“She doesn’t have…”

“Just come back. If you wanna be a big hero again, just come back.” Lance states. Frustration taints his words. Keith shakes his head.

“That’s not it. I’m sorry. You two….” He closes his eyes and steals himself. He relaxes into a sad smile.

“You two make a good team.” He states.

The words sink in Lance’s stomach. Keith goes to move past him, but Lance’s grip is on him again. He almost loses his sense of balance as he is yanked into a crushing embrace. Lance’s breath is warm on his ear.

“Hey,” Lance speaks quietly. His grip on Keith is bruising, but Keith doesn’t pull away. Instead his nails begin to dig into the soft body suit Lance wears underneath his armour.

“I’m your right hand man. Don’t forget that.” 

Keith nods. He doesn’t dare to open his mouth out of fear of all the confessions that may come pouring out. 

Little Notes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Masterlist

Request: “A cute little Bucky X Reader idea popped into my head today. How about the reader always writes reminders/her To Do list on her hands, so she always has writing in them. She’s so busy all the time that she often falls asleep wherever she sits down in the tower. When she wakes up she sometimes finds new notes written on her hands written by none other than the Bucky Barnes. Do what you wish with this little idea, I trust your creative genius! Thank you always for writing 💜” - @lovelyladylilac

Word Count: 1972

Warning: little bit of fluff

To @lovelyladylilac, thank you for requesting the cutest ideas, and thank you for checking in on me when I’m absent for too long. Even in my writer’s block and overwhelming life you’re always there to make my day and help me focus on what makes me happy. You mean the world to me! <3

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Warframe personalities from how I see them, by my first glance at them.

Heads up, this is a long post. Enjoy~!

Ash: Aloof mofo with a stabbing habit. could rob you of all your money in texas hold ‘em. Too much damn side eye. Kills everyone is the room, then breaks for coffee like nothing happened. Ninja who steals the last slice of cake from the fridge.

Atlas: would kick your ass then be your best bro. is dead inside? somewhat likely but can’t tell anymore. makes shitty jokes. I get he’s a one punch man stone golem, but c’mon, the guy gives pretty good hugs.

Banshee: Resting bitch face, but is sound sensitive so she has a reason. Most likely up to god knows what hours listening to music enjoying synethesia sensations. Knows a thing or two about where to find the best obscure books. Caring protective friend.

Chroma: Moody guy who just wants some fucking peace and quiet. Hoards things like trophies from kills, bet this guy has so many hunting trophies? ffs, his ult is a dragon pelt, might as well be a dragon! Really good at pissing off people without even trying.

Ember: Sassy friend wants all the tea. Best booty to boot. You see that guy over there? He’s on fire. She fucking murdered him with sick comebacks. Don’t get me wrong though, she might like her bacon crispy but she’s a pretty loyal friend. Probably would come get your ass for a revive with intent to raze the fucking field with wildfire.

Equinox: Calm balanced friend??? Has two sides she shows to different people, everyone who talks to her might find something different about her. Likes keeping a lot of houseplants in her room in the dojo. Courteous and polite and gives the best backhanded compliments under a pleasant facade.

Excalibur: Average Joe. Good at a lot but not the best, really doesn’t give his best. Very athletic. rushes through missions impatiently. Might play too many hack’n’slash games in his spare time.

Frost: Stoic, quiet, probably has some thought going on at all times. Reads a lot of mythology from before the orokin era. Procrastinates and stalls for his buddies while holding down the fort. solid person to talk to if you need someone to listen.

Hydroid: The guy has enough mentions about tentacle porn, it’s safe to say he’s hoarding a hentai stash somewhere. or people assume. just a guy who loves the water, could talk for days about fish and where to find all the best seafood restaurants. has had enough people mentioning pirates around him. has a good, hearty laugh.

Inaros: Tired, always fucking tired. Sleep? I’ll sleep when I’m dead. if you can kill me, that is. Mmm. nom. Corpus tastes metallic. Grineer tastes like really bad slimy chicken. I’m not sharing what infested taste like. Shields? What the heck is that? Appreciates old architecture and hoards ayatan statues.

Ivara: Sneaky sneaky~ I got an arrow for just about any job. Just because i am a cyclops doesn’t mean i don’t have depth perception, dumbass. Carefree happy lady, fun to talk to. Makes lots of banter with teammates on missions.

Limbo: Trolls might love this guy, why doesn’t he have a fedora helmet yet? I’ve not seen enough Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure to know what those references mean. He’s a real gentleman, very inquisitive. He’s a scientist? Aw, cool. Prolly spacing out while carousing through the rift, thinking about his next project.

Loki: The Cheeseframe is what people call him. Knows where all the loot is, all the time. Giggling and pulling pranks 24/7. Can do shit effortlessly and stares at his team wondering why the fuck the had to trigger the damn alarm in a mission. Also, hammerhead shark. This guys likes playing card games too.

Mag: In a state of calm and panic at the same time. Doesn’t show much though. Magnetic personality? Could crush your heart in a minute. Has a good taste in interior design, rather good at art deco/ industrial. Has some walls to get through before befriending her, but melts like a marshmellow when ya do.

Mesa: 360 no scope!!! It’s high noon! okay, now that’s out of the way, let’s keep going. Keeps an orderly schedule, off doing solo missions all the time. Loves a good movie, could talk about her favorite film for hours. Deserts are dry? So is her humor. Would shoot you without even thinking.

Mirage: You thought Loki’s pranks were bad? At least her enemies get these night mare shows and not you. This chick loves horror films, special effects make up and disco. Pretty good at good at lighting up the room and your smile. She really just wants a good time, okay?

Nekros: Sick mofo who tells dead baby jokes. Has some interesting kinks. Rarely eats, if ever. Would look you dead in the eye and try to tell you bad puns seriously as possible. Has seen the dead walk again, thinks they’re best buddies. good guy to go to a graveyard with.

Nezha: Srsly good looking.. guy? girl? oh idc he can be genderfluid and i’d still think he’s attractive. Got serious hula skills. Never takes himself seriously and just loves going for long missions. Knows a thing or two about culture, rather classy guy but can be a bit childish. Never really grew up, but you don’t notice that behind the charm.

Nidus: This is the I-don’t-give-a damn guy. He wrecks everything he touches, spreads space aids, yet his personality is far from cancer. Very good with animals. A bit messy. Too many damn things talking in his head from the infested and ignores them like a champ. They bend to his will.

Nova: A Good Egg, if slightly cracked. Giggles at the mention of inane words. Everything explodes!!! ADHD in a frame. Good natured wholesome friend who loves everyone. Bad habit of breaking appliances and electronics. Geiger counters near her start playing Imagine Dragon’s Radioactive?

Nyx: Look at this frame. You took a good warframe and gave it anxiety, sheesh. Shy, kinda hard to deal with hearing everyone’s thoughts sometimes. ain’t got time for your drama. Loves talking about current events, but not much of a gossip out of respect for others. giant personal space bubble, do not touch!

Oberon: Royal pain in the ass, but a lovable doofus so you kinda just let it go. Very protective dad friend, complete with dad jokes. Probably would like to finish your sandwich if you’re not gonna eat it. Would open his home to you if you needed a couch to surf on.

Octavia: This girl loves all music, could help you find just the mix you were looking for. Got sick dance moves too. Might have been in band. Would happily binge watch any tv show with you and discuss everything about it. You don’t know what so charming about her, but you really like her so you always accept her invites. Had a bad habit of fidgeting.

Rhino: This guy could bench press a grineer ship in one hand and corpus ship in the other. you don’t move out of his way, he runs you over, simple as that. gym rat, for sure. somewhat impatient. watches way too many superhero blockbusters and devours the comics. Mows down the entire enemy wave just get your sorry bleeding ass back up and fighting again.

Saryn: Oh, good lotus, this chick has got good looks and a deadly touch. Cunning girl could outsmart anyone. Low key annoyed in general. Would back stab you without a thought, given a reason. Knows a lot about cooking. I mean, if you’re going to poison someone or at least know how to work in the biolab you should probably know how this type of chemistry works. dodges responsibility a lot tho.

Titania: flighty as fuck, gets startled easily. graceful; she has good fashion sense. you have no idea where she came from in the room. fairy tales are definitely her thing, but happy endings really aren’t true with that state of things right now in the solar system. too many butterflies, but is fine with it since they help her stay calm. Actually really good at flying archwings, I think?

Trinity: First one to rush into the fight, last one to leave until everyone is okay. Is the Mom friend. Likes to be helpful. Rather much a bitch to those she hates. She may have an open heart, but don’t walk all over this girl. Cross her once, shame on you. Cross her twice, she leaves you for dead on eris, end of story.

Valkyr: Look, she’s been through some shit, has ptsd, the very least you can do is give her a cat plushie and your support, okay? Gets angry easily and has meltdowns. She’s not a pushover. She knows what’s best, she can endure. semi serious, jokes fly over her head. it may take a bit for her to like you. literally a cat frame, you don’t know love until you’ve been loved by a cat.

Vauban: Forget Limbo being a troll. This is THE trollframe. Went to college for engineering, came back out a smart ass. Don’t loan money to him, he prolly won’t pay ya back. Pretty good drinking buddy tho. Reads a shit ton of shakespear to know what that sense of humor really is. Shit poster, meme hoarder extrordinaire. you can have a grenade! And you can have a grenade! YOU ALL CAN HAVE GRENADES!

Volt: Impeccable taste mixed with sharp commentary. Why does he have a helmet that’s a boob? maybe he has a high schooler’s sense of humor? would be honest with you and tell you straight up what needs to be done. This guy likes expensive suits. Has a tendency to be impulsive.

Wukong: Has loads of stories to tell. Good memory. Can comeback from just about any setback. determined and will happily grind with you in missions for hours. Also pretty damn stubborn and doesn’t listen well to others, kinda has to speak first.

Zephyr: Life’s a breeze here, right? Kinda goes with whatever and has a hard time deciding on things. Kinda clumsy too. Crashes raids and blows away the enemy. Usually minds her own business with her head in the clouds.

lordmushroomkat  asked:

Writing request. Klance. Mutual pining. Supportive mechanical telepathic cat-parents.

man i feel like I could easily write 15 000 words about this haha. Trying to make this idea small is hard, but let’s give it a go. 

“So what do we do? We’re a paladin down now.” Pidge states. It’s a topic they’ve been dancing around. Shiro is gone, and yes of course they will find him again, but until then they can’t just… not form Voltron. 

“Keith takes black. Yeah ok, so that’s resolved.” Pidge continues.

“Are we honestly…” Lance starts to interrupt.

“But there’s STILL five lions.” Pidge shoots Lance a look. She knows he wants to argue the leader Keith point, but that’s another discussion. 

“We need another paladin.” She concludes. The group all stare at each other, not sure of what to suggest. The air is stale. 

“I….” Allura starts. Coran grabs her arm protectively. She turns to him with an understanding smile, pats his hand, and steps out of his grip.

“I will fill in.” Her commanding voice rings in the Lion’s hangar. Hunk nervously wrings his hands. Keith looks skeptical. 

“Princess, we need you to…”

“Who else do we have?!” Allura implores. “No one knows the lions like I do. I’m already a part of this team, so it’ll be easier for me to bond than some outsider!”  

The others all share a look. It had to be Allura. Of course it did. But it was a shame that it had to come to this. 

“Who will you pilot?” Hunk moves the discussion forward. Allura smiles and taps her chin thoughtfully. Her eyes move around to look at all the lions. She sighs at a fond memory. 

“My father was the red paladin, and if Keith is piloting black then…” Allura steps towards the red lion. She smiles and places her hand on its barrier. It vibrates under her touch, but does not break.

“It just seems logical.” There’s fondness in her blue eyes. She leans forward and places both palms on the barrier.

“Of course there is the issue of the red lion being the most temperamental so…” Allura laughs. The barrier doesn’t budge under her. Still keeping her out. Keith shakes his head. 

“She doesn’t like it when you call her that.” He sings.

Allura winces. She pats the barrier gently. 

“Ah, sorry girl. I didn’t mean it.” She coos. “I understand how important your paladin is. I know how much you need to trust them. I don’t want to push, but please… please I need you to…” Allura pauses. Her mouth goes taut. She stares at the giant beast in front of her trying to sense it. She leans against the barrier with a frustrated sigh. 

“How did you do this, Keith? I can tell this isn’t working at all.”

“I blasted myself out of an airlock if you must know.”

“Guys, guys,” Lance holds up his hands. “You’re going about this all wrong. For blue and I…. it was like love at first sight!” Lance saunters over to where Allura stands. 

“Your lion is your lady, and she has to know that you are going to love and respect her. You can’t grovel, you gotta woo her.” Lance stands next to Allura. 

“Mind if I show you?” He grins. Allura rolls her eyes.

“Oh yes please. Demonstrate for all of us.” 

Lance rises to the bait. He clears his throat. 

“Hello Red, you look radiant as always. Would it be ok if I spent the evening with you?” He raises his hand to knock on the barrier. 

He immediately falls through. With a vibration and a crackle, he stumbles into the red lions perimeter. He catches himself before he eats cement. He turns to beam at everyone. They look on with disbelief. Particularly Keith.

“See!” Lance exclaims happily. His voice sounds distant and crackly inside the barrier. “Just like that!” He turns to shoot finger guns at the red lion. “Thanks red, you’re beautiful. i love you. Ok Allura, if you just want to…”

Lance bumps against the barrier.

He stares at it in confusion. He tries to step forward and bumps against it once more.

‘What…?” He whispers. 

“Oh no…” Allura stares. Pidge’s eyes widen. Keith starts to look manic. 

Allura, Hunk and Pidge all touch the barrier. None of them can get in.

And Lance can’t get out.

Lance starts to push harder against the barrier. 

“Guys, I can’t…. how do I…?”

“Lance, Lance…” Allura shakes her head. She holds his gaze through the barrier. 

“She’s chosen you.”

Lance’s chest goes cold. He turns over his shoulder to look at the monstrous lion. The red glow around him is bright and hurts his eyes. Nothing like the soothing aura of Blue.

“What?! No! No! Nononono! Blue’s my lion! I’m not giving her up!” Lance beats on the barrier. it flickers underneath his fists. 

“Let me out! Keith! Come talk to your lion! Get me out of here! Tell her I can’t do this! I WON’T do this!”

“Lance, it’s ok. I’m coming I’ll…” Keith smacks into the barrier. So confident that it would peel away for him, that he hadn’t even tried to slow down. He rubs his knee that collided and hisses. He raises his hand to the barrier and pushes. It firmly pushes back. 

“Lance…” He breathily whispers. Lance places his palm opposite Keith’s, so they look like they are touching, but the barrier crackles firmly between them.

“I can’t get in.” His breath shakes with emotion. “She wants you. She’s chosen you.”

Lance blinks away tears. 

“B…but Blue. Blue’s mine. No one can….”

Soft footfalls echo across the hangar. Allura has taken off and runs towards where Blue stands. At a full sprint, she charges forwards and Blue’s barrier easily dissolves around her.

“Alright!” Alurra gives a victorious cheer. Blue lurches forward, opening its mouth ready for Allura to board. 

Lance’s heart breaks. He falls forward. Keith worries his lip and presses himself as close to Lance as he can. Hunk and Pidge wisely walk away. 

“Lance. Lance, I’m so sorry.” Keith whispers. His voice rattles in the comms of Lance’s helmet. 

“But out of everyone here…Red has chosen you. She needs you. Can’t you feel her?”

“But she’s yours, Keith. She’s yours and you’re hers.” Lance’s voice trembles. He looks up into Keith’s face. 

“I know. And she’ll always be mine so….” Keith swallows. “I’ll need you to take really good care of her. She’s trusting you, Lance. I’m trusting you.” Keith looks up with glassy eyes. Blue may have let Allura in, but here Red was actively locking her own paladin out. A surge of sympathy courses through Lance.

“Keith, I’ll…”

Metallic whirring causes lance to turn. Red has bowed down and opened her mouth wide, inviting Lance in.

“You have to go.” Keith states and turns to leave. Lance goes to grab him, but his hand smacks painfully against the barrier.

“Keith wait!” He calls. Keith pauses. His eyebrows knit together and he waits. Lance steps back from the barrier with a frustrated sigh. 

“If I…If I could hug you I would.” He announces. Keith’s eyes widen. 

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Church Oppa (Joshua/Jisoo Smut)

Summary: The shy little boy next door - complete with a purity ring and church camp certified, not exactly a match for someone who’s spent a fortune in foundation just to cover up hickies. But Joshua caught your attention within minutes and you couldn’t help but hope that God turned a blind eye when you captured his. Smut. 

(AN: Okay I had a lot of fun writing this and it is a little bit shorter than my other ones (5400 words) but eh whatever I hope you guys like it. I focused so much on the pinky ring because when I first saw the Seventeen rings honestly I didn’t know they were band rings, no words of a lie I thought they were purity rings because I had just come from the 5sos fandom and a bunch of people were saying that Luke’s pinky ring was a purity ring and he stopped wearing it randomly after his eighteenth birthday, so… whatever please enjoy the smut and message me feedback! -Tanisha<3)

Empty house - boring. TV - boring. YouTube - boring. Tumblr - boring. Homework - boring. Sunday afternoon - boring, boring, boring. There was nothing good about Sundays and you had no clue who invented them or thought they were a good idea. But, you supposed, whatever day ultimately took their place would suck just as much.

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MitJo Headcanons

Submitted by @my-blackmatter

1.Mitch works in some hands-on field like construction or welding in the future. Probably welding because he could make good money and legally wield fire without having to worry about Jonas bailing him out of the county jail.

2.  Mitch rides a motorcycle which Jonas has a love/hate relationship with because on one hand it’s hot as hell, but on the other hand he’s afraid Mitch might get hurt. They make a compromise that Mitch always has to wear a helmet every time and doesn’t ride at night.

3. Sidney and Mitch get “along” but in a frenemies sort of way (like Martin and Pam from the show Martin) where they tease/insult each other, but at the end of the day they’re there for each other and Jo.

4. Jonas is the king of lightweights. Mitch like to record his drunken attempts at seducing him “back to [his] place” for the night.

5. Jonas is the one to propose. 

6. Jonas loves Star Trek (this is totally me projecting) and Mitch always teases him about it, but he secretly likes it and teared up at the scene where Spock lost his shit after Kirk “died”.

7.  Jonas hates haunted houses, but Mitch likes to drag him every year around Halloween because Joey clings to his side. One time they’re put out because Jonas full on socks some poor employee in a bloody clown outfit after he jumped from behind a prop. 

I have a ton of headcanons and these are probably lame as hell, but I can never think of my faves when I finally go to make a list lmao.


WOAHHH I TOTALLY LOVE THESE!!! These are all so cute, mitjo headcanon lists are the best, I love all of these!!

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RFA reacting to MC all ready being a mom

Yoosung 

  • he’s so surprised 
  • he’s like MC how can you be a mother 
  • more importantly how can someone leave someone as great as you with a child
  • he thinks the child is so cute
  • he tries to get the child to play LOLOL
  • soon you all come over for FAMILY GAME NIGHTS 
  • MC and Yoosung and the child all cook together 
  • It’s so fluffy 
  • all of them hate cleaning tho 
  • probably rents parenting books from the college library 
  • gets the kid a matching hoodie 
  • takes the kid to the park all the time
  • rip yoosung has like zero stamina 

Zen

  • he thinks the child is too precious 
  • tries to get seven to locate the father so he can beat his ass
  • tries to step up as a father figure and stops smoking and limits his drinking as the kid really looks up to him
  • get the kid fish bread all the time they sit and eat it together on the balcony 
  • him and the kid team up to protect MC 
  • MC thinks it’s so cute
  • the kid begs him to have a ride on his motorcycle 
  • he’s reluctant cause it’s dangerous but he sees those puppy eyes and I see like

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  • he gets them a mini helmet it’s so cute 
  • he puts them in one of those side carriages 
  • if the kids a girl you be they’ll be braiding each other’s hair
  • he loves dressing the kid in tiny outfits 
  • the child is looking fly™

Jaehee 

  • she was so excited to be involved in the family 
  • MC’s kid always brags about his two awesome moms
  • the family dynamic they have is 👌👌👌
  • Jaehee give some such good advice 
  • like MC’s kid is always asking Jaehee for homework help or general advice 
  • Jaehee gets to do so much childish stuff
  • pillow fights 
  • blanket forts
  • tea parties 
  • she low-key loves it
  • Jaehee lets the kid hang around the cafe
  • they sit and ask what everything does
  • she doesn’t even mind they have such a curious look on his face it makes her melt

Jumin

  • he’s a tad jealous that their first child wasn’t his
  • The father’s company mysteriously went bankrupt the next year
  • but considering how strongly he feels about family he’s happy to have a child in the first place 
  • he pampers them so much 
  • Mc tells him to chill
  • Jumin has no concept of chill tho
  • He insists MC and their kid move into his penthouse 
  • He buys the so many toys
  • The kid aspires to be like Jumin
  • he dresses them up in little suits and takes them to work 
  • The kid love Elly 
  • It warms his heart 
  • him, MC, the kid and Elly all cuddle together 
  • Family nap time is super important in the Han household 

Seven (Saeyoung)

  • he knew already
  • he was so smug about it
  • him and the child cause so much trouble it’s unreal 
  • like the kid was kinda shy before but a soon as they met seven they’re legit bouncing of the walls
  • he got them hooked on PhD.Pepper and Honey Buddha Chips 
  • MC always has to scold them on how bad it is for their health
  • he teaches the kid binary 
  • they have all these secrets conversations 
  • The kid finds it so cool that Seven is a spy
  • he attempts to troll the father of the kid 
  • but MC said the relationship was chill now
  • he’s still discretely trolls him tho

~Admin Petty

Two death fics in a row; thank goodness the next one I have planned is a little (a lot) more lighthearted. As always, I hope you enjoy!

It was the difference between one blink, one fraction of a second wasted on recovery. Keith didn’t even see the impact, only a neon bullet arcing to meet its mark.

The smell of melted plastic soured the air. Keith couldn’t recall killing the soldier, but there he was, lying in a puddle of blood and sweat. Keith dropped to his knees and removed Lance’s helmet, smoothing his teammate’s hair back with a trembling hand. The adrenaline and shock of battle wore thin, but he refused to look away from the blank gaze gripping him with terrifyingly dull precision.

Voices echoed in the comm.

“Keith! Are you alright?”

“Squadrons at the back of the ship are clear!”

“All paladins to their lions. We need to form Voltron!”

“We can’t.”

The silence was deafening, and Keith realized he had spoken. The last thread of disbelief snapped, and the world was thrown into motion. Violet swirled and blurred with the familiar white and blue; tears fell crystalline onto Lance’s chestplate in sickening irony to the loving and living water of the blue paladin’s nature. Shiro questioned Keith, but he could only let out a strangled sob and cradle Lance in his arms one final time.

Keith hated red; it meant anger, crimson rage and scarlet fury.

It meant death.

[NSFW] Friends With Benefits

Jason Todd x Reader

Prompts:  

3. Get on your knees 

10. You’ve got such a pretty little mouth 

27. Open your mouth for me

38. Stick that pretty ass up for me 

Warnings: Dirty Language, Swearing

Word Count: 1,750

Note: It was a request


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the-blissful-one  asked:

I can´t never get enough of this AU. It´s too cute. Thank you for making it. I love your tumblr. What if Keith had a motorcycle? He had that hover-bike thing in S1. So he has a bike, and take the kids for a ride. Shiro is freaking out, because what if something happens. Keith is a good driver, and even little Hunk feels safe with Daddy Keith driving at top speed (or the speed limit). Shiro does´t have to worry. Love your work! (Also, older Hunk fixing Keith´s bike with his engineer skills.)

You’re welcome!! <3 I’m glad you’re still sticking around for it!!

[The Voltron Family] Keith had the red 2013 Harley-Davidson. He loved it and he’d usually use it when he was doing errands without carrying anything. He loved the feel of the breeze and the thrill of going really fast.

One early morning, Keith was cleaning his motorcycle at the garage and little Hunk was looking for him.

Hunk: *peeks into the door* Daddy Keith?
Keith: *turns around* *smiles* Hello, baby. You’re up early today.
Hunk: Morning kiss! *waddles towards Keith* Can I?
Keith: Of course you can, sweetheart. *meets Hunk half way* *carries the little boy and lets him sit on his hips* *makes kissy face*
Hunk: *giggles* *grabs Keith’s face and plants a peck on the lips* Good morning. *pats Keith’s cheeks*
Keith: Good morning to you too, my little sunshine. *kisses Hunk*
Hunk: What’s Daddy doing? *points at the motorcycle*
Keith: *smiles* Daddy’s just cleaning his bike. Wanna see?

Hunk tried his best to be helpful to Keith while he worked. It turned out Keith would do this every Saturday morning and it became Hunk’s routine to be Daddy’s Little Helper. He woke up really early just for this. Keith would always have Hunk’s morning milk prepared alongside with his morning tea.

One Saturday afternoon, Keith had to do a quick errand to the mall. So he wore his red leather jacket and had his helmet in hand as he walked out of the door. Shiro was still out at the hospital while the Galras were having their playdate.

Hunk: *tugs Keith’s pants* Can I go with you?
Keith: *blinks* Well, you can but don’t you wanna play—
Hunk: *shifts in place* *whispers* Can I ride your bike?
Keith: *eyes sparkles in delight* 

Shiro was heading home early when he stopped at the red light. He hummed to the music playing from his playlist when he noticed a biker stopped beside him. He turned around, to see someone in red leather jacket and thought. “Hmmm, kinda reminds me of Keith. Why are bikers in red so damn attractive—?” Then he stopped himself when he noticed that a kid was behind the biker. It was little Hunk holding onto—

Shiro: *rolls the window down* *shouts* KEITH!!!! *mortified*
Keith: *turns around to look at him* *slides down his helmet* *grins* Oh, hey, babe!
Shiro: *still mortified* DON’T HEY BABE ME!! WHY IS OUR CHILD *points at Hunk* RIDING YOUR MOTORCYCLE??!!! That’s dangerous!
Keith: *chuckles* It’s not! My baby’s safe with me! He’s strapped behind me. *looks pointedly at the strap wrapping Hunk* See?! Totally safe!
Hunk: *waves* Hi, Daddy Shiro!
Shiro: *smiles softly* Hi, sweetheart. *turns to Keith* *gets freaked out again* UNSTRAP MY CHILD AND PUT HIM IN MY CAR, KEITH!!!
Keith: *chuckles* Can’t do that, babe. Promise my little munchkin we’ll ride to the mall and back.
Shiro: Keith, I swear to god. If you don’t—
Keith: *looks in front of him* *quickly gives Shiro a flying kiss* See you later at home, sweet pea! Sayonara~ *drives away when the light turned green*
Hunk: *waves* Bye, Daddy Shiro!

Shiro just looked at his two loved ones drive away from him. The cars behind him started blowing their horns because he wasn’t moving. He shook his head and drove his way back home. When Keith and Hunk got home, Shiro was already waiting for them in the foyer.

Shiro: *hands on hips* *taps his foot impatiently* 
Keith: *rolls his eyes fondly* *gives Shiro a kiss* We’re fine. We’re alive. We made it back. Nothing to worry about! Plus, Hunk had fun! *looks at the boy beside him* Didn’t we, baby boy?
Hunk: I wanna do it again! *cheers*
Shiro: You are not doing that again. *takes Hunk’s hand* 
Hunk: *pouts* *lets Shiro drag him to the kitchen* Why not?
Keith: Yeah, Shiro. Why not? *pouts*
Shiro: *looks at Keith and Hunk* I… you’re both giving me a heart attack!
Keith: I wasn’t even speeding. *nudges Shiro* I was like under 60.
Shiro: UNDER SIXTY??!!! *mortified* *carries Hunk* Nope. You are not taking my child on a ride ever again! Unless you learn to drive at 20! 

Years later, Hunk at 19 was at the garage changing the oil of Keith’s motorcycle. Keith joined Hunk and handed him a plate of butterscotch.

Hunk: Remember when Daddy Shiro banned me from riding with you on your motorcycle?
Keith: *munches on his butterscotch* Your Daddy’s such an old man. Doesn’t know how to have fun. *chuckles*
Hunk: *chuckles as he takes his snack* Didn’t stop you though.
Keith: *smirks* Of course not. We were sneaky. Remember when we went to the bakery that following week and you tasted your first croissant with fillings? You could hardly wait to finish them, you ate while I was driving. 
Hunk: *laughs* And I had crumbs all over your jacket!
Shiro: *suddenly appears* AHA!! I KNEW YOU WERE BOTH SNEAKING BEHIND MY BACK WAY BACK THEN!!!!
Keith: *eyes widens* *smirks* Why didn’t you call us out though?
Shiro: *pouts* *deflates* I didn’t have proof.
Keith: *laughs* *feeds Shiro butterscotch* Like I said, sneaky. *winks*

The Actor and The Pacifist. Part I

Inspired by a user under the name of FlamingFoxNinja, in regards to human actors and the what if scenario that they are the only ones capable of holding in emotions, faking certain things, and as we in the acting profession like to call it, “Bullshitting,” our way through things. I am a freelance professional voice actor, theater actor, and so on so forth. Hopefully I capture this right in my tired state.

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Derrick had been on many a vessel with his traveling companion, Emma. The differences in humans was well cataloged throughout the galaxy, though it was rare to see a female towering over a male. Derrick didn’t mind as he was the voice between them both, considering Emma was quite the shy person despite her behemoth like size at 7 feet tall. This alien Merchant ship was their next vessel to board themselves upon, for their adventures took them farther towards the outer rim, aimed at Algolis V, a hub world for trade and entertainment though notoriously dangerous. “We are going to make such a profit! I tell you this my friend,” Derrick began, “I can just smell it, the credits rolling in will ensure we can make our way back to the Citadel as cultural heroes! Or at least very notable scoundrels.” The last part her mumbled, though his eyes flicked towards a crew member that reacted, thus causing Derrick to grin ever so slightly. 

“Hm,” Emma shuffled in the lounge as they watched the non-human crew go about their business, uncomfortable and pulling her armor closer to her. Between the two of them, she was a beast covered head to toe in thick power armor, though her shyness was a quirk she could not be rid of. Derrick took a more modest and light attire with notably flashy colors on his garbs. The prime piece of his attire was a notable black eye-patch with gold inlays protecting his right eye, resting atop a vicious burn scar beneath it. “Me?”

“Well of course I need you here, my big bad bodyguard and old friend, you are the dashing good looks and muscle of our voyages!” He proclaimed loudly with pride, causing any prying eyes to look away at last. 

“I don’t like violence,” she muttered through the helmet, the voice becoming partially distorted to sound more fiercer than it probably was. 

“Ah but you LOOK like you do,” he whispered and then gestured to her armor, it was far from shiny, and she had always protected her reckless companion well over the profitable years. Despite his attitude, he had a number of connections she used regularly to handle her own personal manners. “That is the beauty of it, of what I learned as an actor,” he took a stand upon his chair, looking as prideful as a man of his 5′3 stature could look without coming off as comedic. “For where we as humans shine is many a specialization.” He leaned forward and grinned, “Mine in its entirety is my powers of hogwash and subterfuge. For even in the army during my time in raids all across the galaxy, battling pirates and bandits, I learned the art of silver tongues is something of masterpiece only we can create! With my skills we will go far in the galaxy!” Derrick was careful in using human slang for lying, seeing the crew around them appearing confused by his jargon caused him to chuckle softly. 

“Excuse me, humans?” one of their alien crew members curiously questioned as he spotted them. “I was requested to bring you before the Captain of the ship, something regarding your,” the avian based sentient gazed down, ruffling some of the feathers on its neck, “Your papers? Specifically the documents you provided regarding your legal status to be here?” 

‘Rules,’ Derrick thought to himself. “The Sarkian always love their rules,” he cleared his throat before opening his arms and smiling, forgetting at times it could still be considered a threat. “My fine feathered friend we would be more than happy to meet your Captain! A Sarkians’s hospitality is legendary among the inner rim, and I am sure we will be happy to make her friendship.” Emma shook her head and sighed, there he went again attempting to make friends in the worst of ways. 

As they passed by a multitude of different species aboard the ship, it became obvious they caught more than a few stares. The rumors of humans being battle hungry Demons was well known, and their survival instincts were something respected and feared. Once they reached the bridge, Derrick adjusted his eye patch and straightened his clothes, “Look presentable, smile, er actually,” he looked up at Emma’s helmet and mask covering the entirety of her face, and she too looked down at him. Even without the mask it was obvious she had raised her brow in confusion. “Better just … Be yourself,” he stated nervously. 

“Nervous?” She questioned. What could it be now? Of all things? He was usually good with hiding such things even from her. 

“Always nervous before a good performance.” He could tell she was confused still. “I… May have fudged some of our papers so we could get on this ship. It was the fastest way to our destination.” Her heart practically plummeted. They were lying about being here? Oh this was going to be a disaster. 

“You are an idiot,” she grumbled. 

“I know, but hey … When in doubt, bullshit your way through.” He straightened himself up and smiled as the doors finally opened. “Greetings and most respectable salutations!” Derrick stated as they walked in. She was already stressing by his sheer stupidity. “We have heard that there was an issue with our papers? A clerical error I’m sure!” He stood proudly, absent of the nervousness that riddled him previously. Emma however was becoming upset and discomforted as so many eyes were on them. 

“Human,” The Captain started. Her feathers were a brilliant fiery red and orange, with touches of green above the head. Her four eyes blinked together as she raised her three clawed hand in a sign of formal greeting. “You have some explaining to do. First, your names.” 

“Why, I am Nathaniel T. Laz’fre, and my companion here is Ulrich Von Xer. We are simple travelers heading towards Algolis V to entertain an extended visit to one of my cousins as she and her wife bear their first child. It is a most momentous occasion for human culture!” His movements and voice boomed with energy, enough to overwhelm and captivate any audience. 

But the Captain seemed to be anything but entertained. “Allow me to clarify. Your REAL names.” she demanded with a stern glare. 

“I do not follow?” Derrick continued to play the game before him, resolute and unflinching. 

“Answer the question, or I will have you put in the brig, without hesitation.” The Captain hissed as she ruffled her feathers in a threatening manner. 

Derrick finally broke character and took on a more serious face, an aura of cold surrounded him as his eyes suddenly changed to that of a thousand yard stare. The smile was like glass, and small, showing no teeth as he stared at the Captain. His gazed caused a shiver up her spine, “Ah, I see. Perhaps you were unaware then.” He put his hands behind his back, standing upright and walking along the consoles of the bridge. “We are on an important mission… A bounty if you would,” he sniffled and gazed at the Captain again, standing much closer than was usually allowed. 

‘Liar,’ Emma thought as she saw him once again spin a tale of epic proportions, detailing how they had been sent out this far to catch a dangerous foe, responsible for the deaths of tens of thousands. He created a name, place, origins of attacks on human colonies they would not know of. It was a masterpiece that caused the Sarkians’s to believe him, or at least become worried enough about who they were dealing with on their ship. “As for our names, my real name is of no concern. To tell you would be a breach of security I, nor my companion, can accept.”

“I-” the Captain was taken aback by this knowledge, and believed it to some extent. She had heard the stories some humans were good liars, taking the truth and telling anything but it. However his demeanor plus his hulking companion caused her to fear for her crew. “Suppose you may stay… Having a human or two of such caliber as you both would surely be a boon of some kind. I do not wish to cause any sort of diplomatic incident, I am just a merchant after all.” She stated with a reserved posture.

“Thank you, my fine feathered friend,” Derrick smirked, his voice a low gruff growl as the words coldly dripped from his tongue like poison. “We will be no trouble… The Terran Republic thanks you for your assistance.” 

With that they left to their newly assigned rooms. “By the Great Mother, what in all four hells are we transporting in those two?!” One of the navigators responding after finally breathing normally again. 

“Humans are terrifying … Tens of thousands dead and they send just those two? They must be exceptionally ruthless.” Another rubbed her beak nervously. 

“Well… Having them aboard could be safe for the crew.” The Captain tried to reason a positive into the mix, but failed to convince even herself. 

Once they were in their shared room, Derrick sighed with relief and began to hyperventilate once he had laid down on one of the two beds, “Oh by the skin of my teeth,” he finally caught his breath. “I was certain they had us made… Good on you my friend, looking as imposing and intimidating as always. You are a natural!” He laughed as Emma sat down on her bed. 

“You lie well.” She stated, finally removing her helmet as it was only them. 

Derrick paused for a moment and smiled, though his eyes were somber. His companion had been with him for years, a decade maybe. Seeing her suffering first hand was still difficult to watch. Her face was burned horribly, eyes replaced by cybernetics from injuries long in the past, and beast claws had left a nasty scar across her face. Though her short raven black hair complemented her bronze skin well, it was clear such scars still made her uneasy when they were looked at. “I do my best,” he responded finally, though his tone was much like his eyes now. 

“Do not stare,” she simply replied before laying down in her armor. 

“Apologies,” he sighed before laying down as well. “We will make it there my friend… I know you wish to see your brother back on the Citadel.”

“Is it wise to speak the real truth here?” She inquired without turning too him. She merely stared at the ceiling above them, the titanium was a bland color, but these merchant ships of the Sarkians’s were never aesthetically pleasing at first. 

“The walls have no ears this time… Trust me, I know,” he stated. Their true intentions. Her dearest friend, a brother by bond, was recently injured. Holovids were one thing, but being there when he woke up in the hospital was another. 

“They say he will be receiving a new arm. He cannot afford it.” 

“I heard,” Derrick sighed, “I heard… We will get to him, and help remove that obstacle of petty debt. I promise you, my friend.” He said the last word with a sincerity she knew could only be given once in a blue moon. “Now… Rest … It will be at least another 5 rotations before we arrive.” With that, Derrick flipped on his side and fell asleep.


Little did they know, on the horizon of their next jump lay a predator… The predator born not of hungry by survival but the hunger of greed. Three pirate frigates lay outside the next hyperspace exit lane, eagerly waiting for another trade ship to pounce upon. Their blackened ships and twisted designs meant for intimidation and boarding. It would be a terrible tragedy… Or would it?

To Be Continued Tomorrow because it’s late AND I’M TIRED AS FUCK.

oh god i finally wrote something. i could cry lmao.



Tony doesn’t like wildlife.

Well, that’s not entirely truthful—he doesn’t mind wildlife on his TV screen, for example, or safely contained in cages at the zoo. That’s perfectly fine. Nice and sterile.

But now wildlife is staring him in the face and screaming and Tony, frankly, isn’t sure what to do for the first time in his life.

He gapes at the raven.

The raven caws in return.

The bird somehow managed to wedge it’s head into the bare inch or two of space between the metal railposts of his patio and the glass that made up the fence. It’s furious—scratching at the glass with sharp looking talons and screeching like a banshee every time Tony so much as fidgets.

“Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do?” Tony asks, throwing out his hands. “This is Malibu, why are you even here?”

The raven stops moving, as though Tony just said something so profoundly stupid he stunned it into silence.

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At the Bar, ft. Lucy Lane

“Lucy Lane” from @teardropsonrooftops and “a happier ending to the last scene”/“i heard “general lane” somewhere in there….. Lucy?” from @bi-bi-babie “and lucy showing up at the bar after kara at the end of the episode” from @kirstyn-loftus and “More sanvers like idk maybe an actual kiss or like maggie wrapping her arms around alex when she goes up to her in the bar just some like physical affection” from @superollie21 and “The Bar scene at the beginning and at the end please!!” from @pittyyyy

A continuation of this Danvers sisters fic – https://queercapwriting.tumblr.com/post/166245613059/i-got-you-always


Lucy doesn’t tell anyone she’s coming. 

She just flies in and heads straight to the DEO. 

Straight to the DEO and into the command center.

“I am so sorry,” she tells J’onn without any preliminary greetings, and he raises his eyebrows at her.

“Major Lane, unless you’ve been promoted to General and sound, somehow, exactly like your father, I don’t know what you have to apologize f– “

“I think he still holds it against you. Everything that happened. The fact that I stood against him. And I think he’s enjoying making your life harder because of it.”

J’onn sighs and shakes his head.

“Your father enjoyed making my life harder far before you were in the picture, Major Lane,” he assures her. “But I doubt you flew all this way just to apologize to me for something you didn’t do.”

Lucy smiles and nearly blushes, glancing around hopefully. “I um… I know Kara’s not doing all that great, and I thought – “

“They’re all at the bar. I can’t guarantee that the younger Ms. Danvers is there, truth be told – she’s not doing ‘all that great’, as you say – but you’ll find the rest of the rabble-rousers there.”

“Oh, sir, you know you love the rabble-rousers who all somehow become your children. You know Winn calls you Papa Bear behind your back.”

J’onn tries not to smile at the memory of Winn sliding across the floor to hug him.

He fails utterly.

“Not always behind my back. Now go on, go meet your friends. And Major Lane – “

Lucy turns, military-style, and J’onn allows himself a full smile. “It’s good to have you home.”

She thinks she’s gotten the best reaction she possibly can – a smile from the man she’d both condemned to slow, painful death and then rescued from said slow, painful death – but that’s before she parks her bike outside the bar and strolls in, eyes alert and helmet in hand.

“Lucy!” Kara yells, disentangling from Alex’s arms and nearly bowling Lucy over. She slams back into Maggie from the force of Kara’s hug.

Winn tries to catch Maggie, and James tries to catch Winn.

Alex watches her sister knock their family down like bowling pins and can’t help but laugh.

“Way to make an entrance, Lane!” she calls. “First thing you do is get on top of my fiancee?”

Alex strides over to help them all out of the heaping pile that Kara is profusely apologizing for. 

“I don’t think getting super-hugged by your sister so hard that I fall backwards into your fiancee counts as getting on top of her,” Lucy wheezes, still winded and rubbing her ribs, but smiling from ear to ear. 

“Good to see you, Maggie,” she winks, and Alex bites her lip as Maggie blushes, James and Kara stare at the ceiling, and Winn’s eyes fly wide open.

“What are you doing home?” Kara asks, playfully eager to change the subject, and Lucy flushes at the way Kara calls all these people’s arms her home.

Because nothing has ever been more accurate.

“I missed you all,” Lucy shrugs, because it’s not untrue. “Plus, my father is driving your father – “ she nods at Alex, who beams and melts into Maggie’s arms – “absolutely up a wall, so I wanted to come by in person and make sure we’re all good.”

“Did you talk to J’onn?” James asks as he pulls Lucy into a bear hug.

“Yeah. He sent me here, called you all rabble-rousers.”

“What? We don’t rouse rabbles!” Winn protests as he takes his turn hugging Lucy.

Everyone stops to stare at him. He shrugs.

“Okay, maybe we rouse some rabbles. But still! Rude!” he harrumphs, and he’s rewarded – they’re all rewarded – with a full, deep belly-laugh from Kara.

Which is exactly what Lucy traveled all that way to see.

"You were my only friend." -Hannah Baker ft Jeff Atkins

A/N: so I added a fourteenth tape, even tho clay already did but idk just go with it idkidkidk the bold is the tapes btw and it’ll have ’ these like quotes 😂
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‘Well I should probably start on the day I met you. It was 4th period and I had English in Mrs. Kaylee’s class. You were to the left of me, really focused on your paper. I was struggling a lot and so was most the class, how the fuck were we supposed to know this bullshit?!’
*flashback*
“Ugh.” I sighed again leaning back in my chair. I glanced over at Y/n Y/l/n, stupid smart people. She seemed so focused, she was top of our class for fucks Sake. I was struggling, just like 99.9% of the class
She put her pencil down and turned in her paper to the teacher and they had a hushed, quick, conversation.
Y/n glanced in my directions and then nodded at Mrs.Kaylee. She strutted over to me her heels clicking against the tile floors before she was right in front of me.
“Hi.” She smiled with her perfect white teeth.
“Hey Y/n.” I said back.
“After school, you should stop by Monte’s. I can give you a ride, we should study together.” She offered still smiling.
I smiled back at her ‘lets make some friends’, i thought to myself. “Yeah of course.” I smiled at her.
“Great!” She said cheerfully.
**2 months later**
“Haha very funny Baker.” Y/n laughed bitterly.
“Sorry but it’s true!” I yelled back laughing a little.
“HANNAH!” She yelled at me crumpling paper and throwing it at me.
“You aren’t funny! I’m sorry.” I laughed more and our English homework surrounded us.
“Whateves.” She muttered playfully rolling her eyes.
I heard the front door open and footsteps in the house.
“What the fuck is that?!” I whisper yelled at her. Y/n’s sister was in Florida right now and her parents weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow morning, they worked an hour away from where we were and they were staying at y/n’s grandma’s tonight.
“It’s probably just-” she was cut off by Jeff swinging her door open with Clay right behind him.
“Hey babe.” Jeff said wrapping his arms around y/n and she smiled at him.
“Hi Hannah.” Clay said awkwardly from the doorway.
“Helmet.” I smiled back at him and then looked at the sickeningly cute couple.
“Umm bye Jeff we need to study.” I sassed at him and he looked up at me and stood back up.
“Bye Hannah.” Jeff said turning to me, “love you.” He leaned down and kissed y/n’s cheek.
“Love you too.” She said back and they left and quick as they came in.
'We could have been great friends y/n, we were for a while. We had some good times. Like long talks over the phone. you would always sleep over. We wore matching outfits sometimes. You were my friend, you were my only friend. And not to mention you and Jeff’s relationship. I wish Clay and I could be just like that. I thought you cared y/n, I thought I finally found someone somewhat decent in Liberty High. But I was wrong.’
*school day after Jeff’s accident*
I walked around the corner as my eyes welled up with tears.
“Y/n…” I breathed out and she had an oversized letterman jacket on that for sure belonged to Jeff. Her eyes were red and puffy and her face was sad looking.
“Leave me alone Hannah.” She whispered putting her head down and leaning in between Monty and Zach. The jocks were all around in a circle outside y/n’s locker and their conversation was quiet and hushed.
“y/n please listen to me.” I whined trying to get her out of there because I knew they’d jump to her side If she was even uncomfortable a little bit. Monty glanced in my direction. A tear slipped from my eyes which I quickly wiped away.
“What the fuck are you so upset for?” Y/n demanded, “you barley knew him! Why does everything have to be about you? Goddamn Hannah you fucking selfish bitch leave me alone!” She yelled. By now everyone is the hall was looking at us.
More tears gather in my eyes which I choked back a sob.
'I knew you didn’t mean it. I knew you were just in pain. But it hurt.’
“Just walk away Baker! Leave her alone.” Monty said protectively pulling her into his body. And by now she was almost crying.
“Y/n can I please-”
“Good bye Hannah. Just leave her alone.” Sheri said back.
'I was so mad. How could she just sit here and act like she didn’t do anything wrong?! How could she make me look like the bad guy!?'br> 'So y/n, you don’t belong here. On these tapes I mean. I know you didn’t mean it but you ignored my everyday. Never spoke to me. You stop coming over and calling me. You just literally dropped our friendship as quick as it happened. I know you’re a good person. I’m proud of you, you’ve come a long way. I love you y/n, you were a good friend for a while…’

Montréal Canadiens 2016-2017 Yearbook Players Q&A

FROM YEARBOOK AND ALL CREDITS TO MONTREAL CANADIENS.

[HIGHTLIGHT TO THOSE PARTS WHICH IS IMPORTANT TO READ]

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#45 Mark Barberio

Q: What was the inspiration for your “Stache”?

MB:(laughs) I’ve always been a big fan of Mario and Luigi in the Super Mario games. They always had great moustaches. I thought I would pay tribute to them with my “stache”.

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#28 Nathan Beaulieu 

Q: Growing up, how many people actually pronounced your last name properly? 

NB:(laughs) Not many! It’s not that easy. It’s a little bit my fault, though, because since I grew up in Ontario, I always Anglicized it.

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#41 Paul Byron

Q: How’d you get so fast? 

PB: I don’t know. I started skating when I was three and I was always fast. When I moved from Junior B to Major Junior, I also started training on artificial ice where I had to pull my coach, who weighed 230 pounds, while I weighted 130. That probably helped me get faster, and I always work really hard in the summer to build up my power. 

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#43 Daniel Carr

Q: Do you have a favorite Disney movie?

DC: I don’t know if this is a Disney movie, but I’d have to say the first shrek. That one was really good.

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#24 Phillip Danault

Q: If you had a chance to bring back any former Canadiens player, who would it be? 

PD: Saku Koivu, because he was a great leader and I had a chance to see him often growing up I was more of a kid who played hockey instead of watching it, but i’d pick him.

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#51 David Desharnais

Q: What’s your best memory with the team?

DD: Probably when we went to the Eastern Conference finals[in 2014], after we beat Boston in Game 7 in their building. Personally, my first game and my first goal are both things I’ll never forget, but with the team on the whole, what we accomplished that year was special

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#74 Alexei Emelin 

Q: Who is the hardest player to knock off their feet?

AE: On our team, I’d say Chucky[Alex Galchenyuk] or Radu[Alex Radulov]. In the League, it’s either Connor McDavid or Alex Ovechkin.

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#32 Brian Flynn

Q: Who was your favorite NHL player growing up?

BF: When I was a kid, it was Peter Forsberg. I loved the Avalance. They were an exciting team, and then they made the deal to bring in Ray Bourque from Boston and won the Cup. Forsberg scored a lot of big goals. I even started wearing 21 because of him. 

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#27 Alex Galchenyuk

Q: Who on the team would be the class down and who would be the A+ student? 

AG: No question. Andrew Shaw would for sure be the class down. For the best student, I’d probably say Jeff Petry because he went to university and is a smart guy.

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#11 Brendan Gallagher 

Q: Who is your favorite player to go up against?

BG: I’m always excited to go up against Zdeno Chara, just because throughout my entire life, people always said I was too small. For me, there’s no bigger challenge than going up against the biggest guy in the League

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#62 Artturi Lehkonen

Q: Since you joined the team, which guy had made the biggest impact on you both personally and as a player?

AL: It’s tough to pick just one guy because we have such a good group here. Everything really is about teamwork.

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#79 Andrei Markov

Q: What motivated you to become a hockey player?

AM: My parents. They didn’t want me to waste my time after school

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#17 Torrey Mitchell 

Q: Before a faceoff, you look so focused. What are you thinking about?

TM: I’m just thinking about being aggressive for a good five to 10 seconds. Just being as aggressive as possible. 

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#35 Al Montoya 

Q: How is your relationship with Brendan Gallagher since you punched him two years ago? 

AM: Oh, that’s a great question! On my first day here, Patch[Max Pacioretty] actually brought it up. He walked into the room and said, “ Have you and Gally talked about the time you hit him in Winnipeg?” We all just started cracking up. It was nothing. I was excited to be playing against a team like this and he was just doing his job. He’s kind of player you hate playing against, but you love to have on your team. I have so much respect for him.

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#26 Jeff Petry 

Q: What do you like to do in your free time? 

JP: During the season, I pretty much just spend my free time at home with my son, Boyd. In the summer, I like to be outside, or I’ll go shooting or fishing. 

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#14 Tomas Plekanec 

Q: How was playing professional hockey changed your life for the better?

TP: It was a dream come true. I’ve always dreamed about becoming a professional athlete, especially as a hockey player, and I worked really hard to get here. You have a chance to wake up, go to practice, and then have the day to spend with your family. We know we’re very privileged to have this opportunity. 

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#31 Carey Price 

Q: Which NHL player gives you the most trouble or is the most difficult to stop? 

CP: I would probably say Ovi[Alex Ovichkin] because he always seems to find an opening and he as a great shot. 

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#47 Alexander Radulov 

Q: Who has the weirdest ritual or superstition on the team?

AR: Definitely Mitchy[Torrey Mitchell]. He makes all of us tap our helmets together in the hall before we go on the ice

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#Zach Redmond 

Q: What’s your favorite road city?

ZR: During the year, you run into a lot of cold weather. That’s why a lot of the guys and I enjoy the California and Florida trips. It’s good to have a little break and enjoy the sun a little bit, not that we’re out in the sun a whole lot when we’re there. It’s always nice to break it ip mid-season. 

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#65 Andrew Shaw 

Q: When you were traded to Montreal, what were you most excited about?

AS: I was really pumped about making new friends and meeting new people and forming relationships on and off the ice. And just the idea of pulling on this jersey with all the history that comes with it. I was just excited to take part in everything here. 

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#6 Shea Weber 

Q: Do Carey Price and Al Montoya let you take full clappers in practice? 

SW: I’m sure they would, but I never feel the need to take huge slapshots, just in case I get someone in a bad place. There’s no reason to hurt your own goalie. The best time to fire off some of those is when there’s no goalie in the net. 

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#8 Greg Pateryn 

Q: What motivates you to improve yourself every day?

GP: What you need to do not just every year, but every single day, is getting better. I think you have to take pride in knowing you’re helping your teammates and that they can count on you. But they also expect you to get better. If you don’t, you’re not just letting yourself down, you’re letting the team down. That’s what motivates me. That and also knowing that there’s always someone fighting to take your place and that you could end up out of a job

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#67 Max Pacioretty 

Q: What is your goal for this season?

MP: To win the Stanley Cup.



I Never Noticed

Request: “Can I have a Stiles x reader where she is Scott’s older sister by two or so years. Like when they were younger stiles and her were really good friends and he had a low key crush on her but never really noticed, and she is coming back from college since she graduated early due to being hella smart and you can take it from there”

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader!Scott’s sister

Warnings: flirting, swearing, sarcasm, shyness, etc. 

Stiles P.O.V

Four Years Ago…

I rode my bike along side Scott. He grinned back at me, pulling into his garage. I followed him, hoping off my bike as I unbuckled my helmet. “My mom’s making tacos. Wanna have dinner with us?” I grin, scoffing at his stupid question. “Of course.” We hop in the house, slipping off our shoes. Scott turned over his shoulder, smiling. “Oh! My sister’s getting food and should be home later today so that we can hang out.” I try to hide my excitement. Scott’s sister and I were great friends. Here’s the thing, I liked Scott’s sister. She was pretty.. and pretty cool. Scott and I never really had friends. It was always the two of us. We weren’t popular, good at sports, anything really. And the moment we entered High School, we were considered outcasts to everyone. Well, almost everyone. 

(Y/n) was never shy when it came to us. She showed us off proudly, like we were some big award, or something. She always made us feel special, included us in meals or helped with classes, and, considering she was beyond brilliant, (Y/n) was the reason I was able to pass my classes. Every time someone tried to put us down in some sort of way, she’d come in and tell them off and make them look like an idiot. Having her around was, quite literally, the best. I couldn’t help but feel excited to see her. She was the smartest, nicest person I had ever met in the whole world. However, she was going to graduate early. I knew I was going to miss her a lot. Without her, things would get rough, real quick. 

Now…

Your P.O.V

Slipping on my jacket, I eyed my stuffed to the brim car, biting my lip. I hope I didn’t forget anything. Not that I would do that, considering I’m rather efficient. I check my list once more, though I don’t need to, it assures me either way. I nod and grin before hopping into my car. I roll down my windows to see my roommate, Lin, leaning up against my car. “Going back to see the fam?” She asks, smiling. I nod, turning on the radio before looking back at her. “Yeah, first time I’ve seen them since a year and a half ago. Studying takes up a lot more time than I thought.” Lin laughs, throwing her head back. “Oh, shut up. You’ve passed all your honors classes with flying colors. I envy the hell out of your brain. I don’t know how you can take that many honors classes. Oh! And by the way, our argument about quantum mechanics isn’t over yet! Have fun with your family!” 

I can’t help but snicker before driving off. Blasting my radio, I can’t help but think about the good old days. The nights I use to spend with my brother and his friend, Stiles. Stiles. I wonder how he’s doing? I wonder how different he looks? I haven’t seen him in four years, which is a pretty long time. Then again, I look rather different as well. But healthy food, a gym, new hair and tattoos does that to you, I guess. I always did think Stiles was a cute kid. His sarcasm and wit always made me smile. I wonder how different Scott looks. I haven’t seen him in a while, either. My family didn’t know I’d be coming home today. I’d been planning this for months now, and now, I could finally see them. It took a few hours to get back, the drive not being terrible. The traffic was shit but the music was quite a beautiful distraction. The moment I pull into Beacon Hills, I almost cry from pure nostalgia. 

Peering around the town, I can’t help but giggle at the memories that pound my head. It hurt to see this town again, but it was a good kind of pain, ya know? There was the cafe where I had my first kiss, it being not that great but the ice cream I had after made it all the while better. Around the corner was the park I played in. My brother, Stiles and I use to spend hours playing all sorts of activities. I had a blast with those two. The second I pulled up to my house, I park on the street, my driveway up to the brim with unrecognizable cars. Huh? Must be having a party or something. Perfect. I whip out my phone, scrolling down to hit my mom’s number. Her joyous voice filled the other line. “Hey, sweetheart! Oh! I miss you so much! How’s college? How were finals? Tell me everything!” I giggle at her happiness. I really missed her. Being at college could get really lonely. “College is great! I miss you like hell. Finals were, finals. I did the best I could, considering they were approximately 98% AP classes. How’ve you been, mama?” 

She went off immediately. “Oh! Things have been okay here. As usual. Oh! I forgot to tell you that Scott’s captain of the lacrosse team! Stiles is no longer on the bench! He’s doing great, as well. (Y/n), I wish you could see them. They’ve turned into such handsome boys. You wouldn’t even recognize them!” I noticed a slight hesitation in her voice when she said that last sentence. I sighed, making my way up to the front door. “Mama, if you could have one wish, right now, what would it be?” Though we both knew the answer, I wanted her to say it, I wanted her to tell me. “I wish you were here, (Y/n). I miss my daughter, so much. I miss you, sweetheart.” Her voice was sad, broken. I take a deep breath and ring the doorbell. When she opens the door, I grin. “Wish granted.” In that moment, like I had planned, she broke down and burst into tears. Wrapping her arms around my waist while I towered over her, kissing her head. My mom held me close to her, almost desperate, as if I could slip through her fingers at any moment. 

We stand at the door for a few minutes. I am perfectly content to just let her cry on my shoulder. Finally, she pulls away, wiping her eyes before wrapping her arms around my hand. “C’mon! Does Scott know you’re here?” I shake my head, smiling as she pointed to the room where he was suppose to be. I round the corner, not enough for him to see me, but enough so that I could hear the conversation that fluttered wildly in the room. “Scott, I’m telling you! Just ask Kira out, she’s right over there! She’s hot, you’re hot, what have you got to lose?!” Before whoever was talking could finish, I came into view, leaning against the wall with a smirk. “I thought I was the attractive sibling.” There was a lot of people in the room, more than I expected. All of their eyes fell on me as I looked at my brother, his back turned away from me. When he turned to face me, he gasped. I took a step forward, smiling. “What? You’re not gonna say hi to your sister?” 

Before I could say anything more, he ran toward me, embracing me tightly. I giggled as he picked me up, twirling me around in a circle. “I missed you so much..” He whispered into the crook of my neck. I kiss his cheek, smiling to myself. “I missed you too, Goober.” For a split second, I totally forgot there were other people in the room. When he pulls away, I wipe his tears away, smiling. Like I had predicted, he looked a lot different from when we were little. “Wow, you’ve grown so much! Look at you!! You’re actually taller than me! That’s a first!” He giggled, looking at my face with a smile. “I have grown a lot! But you- you look so different!” I laugh, shaking my shoulders. “Well, a year and a half at Harvard does that to you. Mom told me you’re captain of the lacrosse team! Congratulations!!” He nods, his eyes gazing from my eyes to my cheeks then to my hair. “You look so different, (Y/n). You’ve grown so much..” 

I scoff, punching his arm, playfully. “I’m still me. I might look different but I’m still your sister.” I say, lovingly. All of a sudden, a voice broke our family reunion. “I don’t mean to be rude, but would you mind introducing us to your totally attractive sister that we didn’t know about?” I look over at the group of younger teens, most of which were eyeing me up and down. The one who spoke was a shorter boy, the youngest of the group, it seems. Scott looks between me and his friends, blushing. Almost as if he forgot they were even here. But then again, I too, did that. “Guys, this is my sister, (Y/n). She attends Harvard and I haven’t seen her in a year and a half due to her massive studies and traveling.” I grin, waving at them. All of a sudden, I heard a new voice. A voice that sounded familiar, just lower. “(Y/n)?” Turning my body towards the voice, I gasp in shock. Stiles Stilinski stood by the door, gawking at me, as I’m sure I am as well. “Stiles?” He nodded, slowly shaking his head. “(Y/n), is that you?” I nod, still eyeing him with surprise. 

All of a sudden, he lurched forward, taking me within his massive arms that use to be so tiny. Stiles use to be half my size, if not smaller, scrawny and cute. But now, now he was grown, towering over me. Tall, toned and burly. Of course, he was lanky before, that part hadn’t changed, however all of his weight was fit in just the right places. Stiles arms and chest were bigger. They looked massive. I would assume it was due to long lacrosse practices. His chocolate brown hair was longer, tousled and wild. I had the strongest urge to run my hands through them. His hands were massive, wrapping around my waist like they were meant to be there. Stiles picked me up like Scott did, twirling me around in a circle. We both giggle, loudly. His voice being a lot lower than before. It was sexy as hell, raspier. It sent shivers down my spine. When he pulled away, he looked at me again. Shocked at my new look. As was I about him. I mean, god damn. 

“You’re here- You look- Wow..” 
“Likewise. You look- different.” 
“Different is-” 
“Good. Different’s good.” 

Before I noticed the awkwardness in the room, the one girl with strawberry blonde hair took the initiative to strut toward me, smirking. “Lydia Martin. So, Harvard, huh? You must be pretty smart.” Shrugging slightly, saddened by the fact that I could no longer look at Stiles. “Yeah, I suppose so. But, by the looks of it, you are as well.” Lydia eyes me with suspicions, brows furrowed with curiosity. “Why might you say that?” I smirk, examining her up and down, analyzing her. “I presume you’re eighteen years of age but due to your profusely large amount of make-up, you’re going for the older look. Head held up high, back always straight, sophisticated. Due to your daily attire, people assume you to be older, wiser. And they’re right. You dress the way you are. However, because of a past relationship, you’ve hidden yourself from within. You’re a lot brighter than people give you credit for. But that’s brilliant, you see, nobody suspects a dumb-blonde, well in this case, strawberry blonde, to be a riveting genius. As to which, you are. But since you’ve ended that toxic relationship-” 

I continue, their eyes on me with awe. “You’ve grown out of your shell and become the brilliant bright person you are now.” As I finish, Scott looks at me with brotherly awe and pride. When I look at Stiles, his jaw is practically to the floor. Lydia shakes my hand, winking at Scott. “I like her.” After that moment, I had become the interest of the party. A taller burly boy, Isaac, I believe, along with Liam and Derek, never left my side. Kira and Malia were a ball to be around. They were both so funny, polar opposites but they made their friendship work. For them, it somehow flowed. Malia was rather snarky, no-filter and completely done with the world. Kira, on the other hand, was quite different. She was bubbly, full of life and energy. When she smiled, it was contagious. Lydia, like I predicted, was beyond brilliant. Halfway through talking, she started talking to me in Latin, not just normal Latin, enchant Latin. 

The group was looking at us in complete awe. I noticed after a little while that Scott and Stiles has broken away from everyone else. They seemed to be discussing something important, glancing my way occasionally. I nodded and smiled at them, kindly. After talking with the group for a while, I broke away from them to talk to Scott. “Hey, I’m gonna catch up with Mom for a bit, if that’s okay with you?” He nods, smiling back at me. “What?” I ask. He merely shakes his head, grinning. “I’m just really glad I’ve got you back.” I take him into a tight hug. “Well, I’m here for good. I’ll be back later, alright?” He nods, letting me go catch up with mom. As I left the room, I couldn’t help but glance at Stiles, biting my lip as our eyes meet. He smiled shyly back at me. When I sit across from mom, she smirks back at me, knowingly. “What?” I ask, slightly confused by her new attitude. She nudges her head back at the room. “They’ve grown, haven’t they? Especially Stiles.” She emphasizes. 

I nod, finally understanding what she meant. “Yeah, when did Stiles get so hot?” She coughs mid-drink, laughing loudly. Probably surprised by my pure honesty, she had no need to pry if I speaking without a filter. “Yes, he’s grown quite a lot since you last saw him.” I nodded, giggling. “Yes, yes he has.” All of a sudden, a loud crash came from behind us. We both turn around to see the teens on the floor, bodies on top of one another. And at the bottom, was Stiles, beat red. “Awe, c’mon! I thought she would have gone for me!!” Liam yelled, exasperatedly. When I look back at Stiles, I smirk and wink at him. He giggles, fumbling back into the other room. All of a sudden, Stiles yelped. “If you hurt my sister, I’ll kill you.” Scott said, protectively before walking into the our room, winking at me before tossing me a thumbs up. “Go get ‘em, sister.” I laugh, shaking my head. “I missed you guys so much.” She wrapped her hand around mine. “We missed you too.” All of a sudden, a new pair of hands wrapped around my shoulders. I look up to see Stiles, grinning. I put my hands on his waist, pulling him closer to me. The rest of the gang came into the kitchen, laughing and cheering wildly. God, it was great to be back. 

(I hope you liked it!!) 

3

Time | Jason Todd

IMAGINE fighting with jason
WARNINGS
angst
probably grammar/spelling errors


The only source of light was the candle. It fit the mood perfectly as you dressed his wounds, fingers grazing across the side of his stomach as you softly stitched the hole shut. The worry you had when he showed up was slowly being replaced with anger; all he ever did was show up covered in bullet wounds and blood. No matter what you said, Jason still wouldn’t listen.

“Why do you always put yourself in these situations?” You ask, avoiding his eyes as you grab a gauze pad and the tape. “One of these days your luck is going to run out and then what? How am I supposed to keep you safe when you’re so hellbent on getting yourself killed?”

He stiffened. "I can take care of myself.”

“But you won’t, will you?” You snort, rolling your eyes. “Because ever since we met, you rush into things without a care whether or not you live or die. But some of us do care, Jason. Some of us care a lot.”

"Y/N…” He whispered your name, unsure of what to say.

“Jay, I get that you have this need to do what you do-” You take your hands away from his side- “but I can’t help but wonder if one day you don’t come back. One day, you die and you stay dead. No Lazarus Pit. No backup plan. You’re just gone.”

“What do you want me to do?” He snaps. “I can’t just promise you I won’t die. What do you want me to say, N/N? How can I help? Because fuck, I don’t know what to do!”

“I love you,” You say.

“That’s not my fault.” He replies.

The two of you are stunned into silence. You pack up the medpack and ignore his outstretched hand as you stand up. You struggle to maintain your cool, managing to get away from him without a hitch. This wasn’t how you expected this to go; you expected him to say it back, promise to come home alive.

“You asked what you could do…” You speak up, your back facing him, “I think it would be good for me to be alone for a few days.”

“Okay. Yeah, um…” He clears his throat, standing up from the couch as he grabs his shirt. “You want me to go, I’ll go.”

You nod, not saying anything more. Jason pauses as he grabs his helmet. He wants to say something–anything–but he knows it’ll only make things worse. He shouldn’t have asked so much of you. You always stood by him until now. He swallows the words he wants to say and he moves to the door. When you don’t say anything, he sighs and opens the door, leaving you alone. The only thought on his mind is the dread of thinking he lost you forever.


march 18 2017

WINGMEN // MASTERLIST // REQUESTS ARE CLOSED


Request: hi love! i’m so sorry to bother you as i’m sure you have tons of things you’re working on. but when you’re taking requests (idk if you are right now) can you write something where kylo is interested in the reader but she’s kinda skeptical about going out with him and the knights of ren take it upon themselves to be his wingmen? like almost every time the reader turns a corner, one of them are there with great stories about the commander to try to get her to warm up to him? thank you angel!

A/N: I love writing kylo in these kinda fits bc I make him so damn dry and blatant but its funny and yeah thank you anon for this request! Enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 2.6K+


It was pretty obvious that the commander was infatuated with you; you didn’t have to be Force sensitive to tell, Kylo just didn’t know how to hide it. The man was always staring at you from behind his helmet whenever you walked by or were in the same room as him. He didn’t know what being discreet meant.

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