and i still had ps up


Just a week ago Leann send me her cards via pacage and honestly this is THE VERY FIRST TIME I GOT A PACAGE FROM OVERSEAS SO LET’S HAV A SMOL UNBOXING REVIEW THING X’33




… a box inside of a box.. REALLY LEANN?? X’DDDDDDDD



Originally posted by hisokalover779






(Love) Letters

Harry Potter,
Last chance to accept my proposal of friendship. You don’t want to make a mistake you cannot erase.
Draco Malfoy.

Hey Putter,
I’d love the hit you with a few golf balls.

Hey Potty,
Were you born that ugly, or did you get punched in the face too many times by your muggle family?

Hey Scarhead,
How’s your frizzy-haired Mudblood girlfriend? And your pet orangutan?

Hey Arselmouth,
I didn’t realise specky gits enjoyed murdering Hufflepuffs with snakes? I’m almost impressed.

Hey Orphan,
Missing Mummy and Daddy?

Hey Princess,
Did you hurt your head real bad when you fainted, or are you already damaged beyond repair?

Hey Prickter,
I know you’re up to something. I know what Hagrid’s doing.

Hey Prince,
Didn’t get enough attention last year? Had to cheat your way into championship? I don’t think you’ll last 5 minutes.

Hey Porkie,
Are you still starving yourself? You’re like a bag of bones. Except with less fashion sense.

Hey Pisster,
I can’t believe you’re still alive! Maybe die next time?

Hey Pothead,
Is your little Mudblood still crying over a couple of words? Just learn, you must not tell lies.

Hey Plonker,
Umbridge is looking for you.

Hey Plantpot,
Umbridge can’t get into the room. She doesn’t know how.

Stop following me.

Seriously, stop following me. I’ll fucking kill you.

You almost killed me.

Where are you? Why did you leave?

These letters just keep getting brought back. Where are you? Are you dead?

Please come back.

I knew it was you.

You were in my house. You saw my house.

You can’t die. Please don’t die.

You fucking saved me.

You’re dead. You’re gone.

You aren’t dead.

You did it.

Hello Potter,
Thank you, so much, for saving me. Thank you for saving my mother. Thank you for saving the entire wizarding world. I’m sorry for everything I did. And, I-
Sincerely, Malfoy.

Mr Potter,
Thank you so much for returning my wand.
Draco Malfoy.

I don’t know how you did it, but thanks.

How do you unlock the staff room again?

Hello Potter,
Granger is forcing me to ask you if you’d care to join us for drinks on Friday night. (You can say no.)

Are you still coming tonight?

Hey Potter,
Thanks for last night. I’m sorry you had to see me like that.

Hey Potter,
Do you want to go for a pint tonight, after work? I’ll pay?

Hey Potter,
What time did you say you’re picking me up?

Hey Harry,
Yesterday was amazing.
Ps. We were always going to win!

Are you sure I’m supposed to feel like this? Are you sure it was a muggle film? There was no misery potion involved?

Where did you learn to cook!?

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I miss you. When are you home?

I love you.

Are you sure this is a good idea? Last chance to back out?!

I’ve forgotten my keys..


Will you cook tonight? Pretty please?

You forgot your paperwork. I’ll send Hedwig.

Hey Harry,
Come and find me, I’ve got your coffee!

Where’s my tie!?


Marry me, Draco?

Me or the Motorcycle?

Request: Idk if you are still talking requests but I love the idea of a Bucky x reader fic or smut where Bucky gets a new motorcycle and she’s reader admiring it so he offers to take her for a ride! Ps I love your work

Summary: You and Bucky have always had sexual tension, neither of you acted on it for different reasons; the tension snaps after the two of you go for a ride on his new motorcycle together. 

Warnings: Some smutty smut, a little angst, uhm…I think that’s it? Oh! Metal hand kink!

A/N: Hahaha I know nothing about motorcycles, I apologize in advance. 

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HEY EVERYONE who love 19 days and recognize my existence

I change the way I colored this little comic a little bit, especially on the lighting effect. Hope it gives a pleasant feeling while reading it. I drew this on Krita, and the text tool is shitty so I ended up writing the dialog with pen tab :(

I usually included some rant along the fanart I made, and this one is going to be a reaaaaally long rant (okay, maybe not, but still) so I’m putting a tab below to help you skip the rant lol

PS: I hope you’re not scared seeing He Tian’s body *sobs I had hard time configuring the body without references :’(

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anonymous asked:

THE RFA BREAK UP POST AH MY HEART!!! Okay. So. What about the MC moving on and finding someone else? And RFA+V+Saeran realize that they still had feelings for her, but it's been a long time(like maybe a year or two) and MC's finally moved on and they just... Don't have a chance? Why am I like this. Why do I want this. I'm awful. (PS I didn't cry when I read the breakup one, no sir, I did not.)

hey i just read your breaking up headcanon and can i ask for rfa+v+saeran regreting their decision but idk maybe its too late or not its up to you

hi can i ask for a sequel of your break up hc like they regretting their choice and trying to get you back

aah these were similar so I figured I could do them all together! hope you like it. A sort of sequel to this


  • It took 14 months for Yoosung to regret everything
  • 14 whole months
  • Once he realises that he does in fact still love you with every ounce of his being, he starts getting weird
  • Like Yandere Mode™ is activated 
  • It starts off with the usual social media stalking, and he even has Seven helping him find out things about your life via what you post online
  • But soon enough he’s becoming obsessive, and Seven stops helping so not to let it get worse
  • But it does
  • Not being able to investigate everything he can about you online makes him jealous of anyone you’re in contact with
  • Talking to the guys in the messenger? Not on his watch
  • He becomes insufferable, constantly inserting himself into your conversations, commenting on everything you post online
  • You’re almost certain you’ve seen him in the corner of your eye whilst out and about a few times
  • But that’s just you being paranoid, right?
  • Either way it eventually reaches a point where he’s on your doorstep, begging you to take him back
  • He’s crying and rambling, and he’s quite possibly has something to drink
  • But you don’t love him anymore
  • In fact you’re unsure if you could ever love him again 
  • So you tell him this, and it sure as hell is not what he wants to here
  • You’re stuck with a blubbering mess at your door, and have to call Seven to come and retrieve him
  • After this things change drastically
  • He knows he doesn’t have a chance with you, you made that extremely clear
  • He stops stalking your online presence, instead turning to the one comfort he has - his games
  • All he ever does is sit at his computer, playing his games, isolating himself from the outside world
  • Because he doesn’t want to be a part of the outside world if he doesn’t have you.


  • It really didn’t take long for Zen to regret his decision
  • Like it was probably about 5 months, if that
  • Even the first night when he went to bed alone he had the seeds of doubt growing within him
  • Unfortunately for him, those 5 months were all it took for you to move on
  • You knew it was all for the best, things just didn’t work out
  • But he didn’t think like that, and he wanted you back
  • He tried to be romantic, turning up at your door with flowers, dedicating his performances to you, leaving you voicemails of him singing love songs
  • But you ignored everything
  • You felt guilty ignoring his efforts so much, but it was the only way you would get him to move on like you had
  • How would he let it go if you let him think he was getting somewhere with you?
  • His attempts start getting more desperate, with more and more drunk voicemails being left throughout the nights
  • One of these nights you hear a thump by your front door, opening it cautiously only to find a passed out Zen on the floor
  • You debate just bringing him in until morning, but that would probably give him false hope, so you grab your phone and call Seven to come and help you
  • The two of you manage to get Zen into the car, and you go with Seven to take him home
  • Once there you take Zen inside, helping him to his bed
  • After fetching a glass of water for him, you see he has start to wake up a little
  • Still drunk and groggy from passing out, he thinks he’s dreaming
  • Crying a little, he reaches his hand out to hold yours
  • I love you so much, please just come back to me
  • But his begging still does nothing for you, so you tell him that things will never go back to how they were, and you quietly turn around and leave to go home
  • The next day is surprisingly peaceful, no calls, no visits, no voicemails
  • This continues for weeks, and althought you don’t hear from him you think he’s moving on
  • But you soon find out that isn’t the case
  • Jumin informs you that Zen is drinking much heavier and earlier than he had been previously, and the reason he hasn’t been contacting you is because he’s usually too drunk to even move, that is of course if he hasn’t passed out
  • You lose count of times you wake up to find him passed out on your doorstep, because no matter what happens or how much time passes, he always finds his way back to you, even when you don’t want him to
  • You are after all the love of his life, and he doesn’t know any different than to go to you.


  • She thought she was doing the right thing
  • She thought she had made the right decision
  • But one night whilst watching Zen’s latest romance film for the 100th time she realises it would have been your 5 year anniversary
  • Had you not broken up two years ago that is
  • She’s been so damn busy with work, she’s barely had time to think about how she feels
  • But here she is, suddenly swimming in memories of the two of you 
  • It doesn’t take long for her to realise she’s full of regret
  • How could she let you go?????
  • It’s late now, so she decides to just sleep on it
  • Waking up she’s hopeful it was just a night of reminiscing 
  • It wasn’t
  • If anything, she feels even stronger
  • She suddenly can’t stop thinking about running her hands through your hair, the glimmer in your eyes, the way your hand fits perfectly into hers
  • Every little detail she overlooked before were now screaming to be seen
  • It also just so happened this was the day of the RFA meeting, and she was going to have to see you
  • She got lost in your eyes as you spoke to the group about the guests for this particular party
  • She doesn’t even know what was said
  • After the meeting she casually makes comment to Jumin about how happy you looked
  • That’s when he says the one thing she never wanted to hear
  • Well it’s probably because of the new girl they’re seeing
  • Her heart literally shatters as he says the words
  • Jaehee doesn’t really know how to handle this??
  • Why at the same time she realised what a monumental mistake she made by ending things with you, did she have to find out there was someone else making you happy
  • Her way of dealing with it is pretending everything is normal
  • Not you or anyone else ever notices, she hides it so well
  • If you had known, maybe you would realised you felt the same
  • But you never find out, so you never reflect on how you feel about her
  • She supports you in your relationship, and seems to get on really well with your girlfriend
  • But when no one is looking, her eyes well up, and the occasional one escapes
  • She cries herself to sleep more often than she’d ever be willing to admit
  • Seeing you and your new girlfriend happy together breaks her heart over and over again
  • She would kill to be the one making you smile like that, just like she used to.


  • He’s always prided himself on his ability to ‘kill his feelings’
  • And when he ended your relationship, he did this easily
  • It didn’t take long for him to revert to his old ways, being stiff and generally unwelcoming 
  • He was civil to talk to, but he was so different to the person who had you inside his head for three years
  • The breakup felt like it had almost killed you
  • It took you a very long time to get over it, because you never had any closure
  • But then you met someone, someone who let you in from the start, who treated you like you were the single greatest thing on earth
  • You still had a lot of hurt in you from Jumin, but this new person was like a breath of fresh air
  • As things get more serious, you start bringing them around the group more
  • Up until the first time Jumin meets them, he had no idea you were even considering dating other people, let alone be in a serious relationship with someone
  • He’s polite, but doesn’t make much of an effort with them
  • He ??? doesn’t ??? know ??? what ??? this ??? feeling ??? is ???
  • It feels like his heart is actually aching, but that’s just illogical, surely?
  • That night he sits with Elizabeth, drinking his wine and trying to figure out what is going on with him
  • The best thing he can think to do is call up the person who knows him better than himself, and he does so, explaining these strange feelings to his best friend
  • V chuckles softly, a hint of sorrow in his voice as he tells Jumin what it is
  • Jealousy
  • He hangs up, shifting Elizabeth and walks over to his penthouse windows, looking out at the night sky
  • V is right, and Jumin knows it, but there’s nothing he can do
  • He is the one who ended things after all
  • He can’t swoop in now and hope to have you back
  • His solution is to obviously stomp out the feelings, but it doesn’t work
  • He cant get you out of his head, you even haunt his dreams now
  • So instead he distances himself from the RFA more and more, only speaking with V on a regular basis
  • RFA parties can’t be avoided, so when the winter party finally arrives, he doesn’t have a choice but to go
  • Seeing you hurts him, but no one could have prepared him for what happened
  • Your significant other proposed, in front of everyone, right in the middle of the room
  • You were so happy and excited you didn’t see Jumin’s tall figure quietly leaving the building
  • But V did, and for a brief second, he almost thought he saw a glistening tear making it’s way down Jumin’s face.


  • About 6 months after that party, you started to feel better
  • To say you were completely over him would be a stretch, but it didn’t feel like the world was crashing around you whenever you saw him
  • As you started accepting the relationship was over and letting go of it, Seven slowly started joining back in with the RFA more
  • It doesn’t take long for the two of you to become relatively close again
  • But it’s different 
  • You still love him, but it just feels platonic now
  • It didn’t seem possible that you would ever get to a place where you could be happy in his presence again, yet here you are
  • The pair of you spend a lot of time together, but you still manage to start dating again
  • A lot of people are uncomfortable with how close you are to your ex, except one
  • They’re so perfect ???
  • You can’t believe it ???
  • If you thought you were happy when you were with Seven, you were wrong, this was genuinely the happiest you had ever been
  • Little did you know that during those months where you were rebuilding your friendship with Seven, it was bringing back more than just platonic love for him
  • Without even realsing he found himself madly in love with you again all of a sudden
  • He just wanted to have you at his side all the time
  • And whilst you did spend a lot of time together, it wasn’t how he wanted it
  • He stalked your new significant other online within an inch of their life
  • Everything they ever posted or was posted about them he found
  • But there was nothing in there to use to get rid of them
  • They were a good person
  • But even so, everday before he went to sleep, he would check again
  • One day he would find something, to keep this person away from you
  • He had to find something
  • Slowly as your relationship progressed, Seven started holding himself back, once again isolating himself from everyone but V
  • He didn’t know how he was supposed to live a life where someone else made you smile the way he used to.


  • A little part of him always harboured some feelings for you still
  • He knew he would never completely move on, but he didn’t expect this
  • It had been a little over a year since he broke off your relationship
  • You were less bitter, so he saw this as a sign of you having moved on
  • But something about that just didn’t sit well with him
  • Had you really let it go?? Did you really no longer have those feelings for him??
  • For a long time it seemed like you would never move on
  • So now that you had, he hated it
  • It didn’t take long for him to realise
  • He was still in love with you
  • The second it was clear to him, he wanted to drop everything and run to you, just to plead for a second chance and tell you how much he loved you, how he had been so stupid to give up such a perfect person like yourself
  • But he didn’t
  • You finally looked happy
  • And if that didn’t make his heart feel light and airy, he didn’t know what would
  • He knew how much he had hurt you, and he didn’t believe he deserved a second chance no matter how much he wanted it
  • So he chose to keep his feelings to himself, never telling a living soul about how much he craved curling up with you every night 
  • How he craved to feel your hot breath on his lips again
  • How he craved to see you smile because of him again
  • He spends his time pretending he doesn’t love you
  • Just seeing you happy and healthy is enough for him
  • Even if not having you by his side physically hurts him
  • Whenever he hears you laugh he has to actively stop himself from daydreaming about a life where you were his once more
  • Unlike the others, it’s not because you’ve moved on that he never gets you back
  • He just thinks it’s for the best
  • But if he had told you how he felt, he would have found out you were still in love with him too
  • Instead you both continue to hurt, both wishing the other would reach out
  • But neither of you ever do, and neither of you ever get over the other.


  • He was wrong
  • He was so fucking wrong
  • He doesn’t even know why he said it
  • Of course he loved you, of course he still loved you
  • But he had said it, and he had shattered your heart into so many pieces he could never fix it
  • So he never tried
  • It took a long time for you to get over it, at least 3 years to be specific 
  • But you got there eventually
  • Looking at him didn’t hurt
  • Being in his presence didn’t make you nauseous 
  • Hearing his voice didn’t make you want to scream
  • What you didn’t know is that it was the other way around now
  • Looking at you hurt 
  • Being in your presence made him nauseous 
  • Hearing your voice made him want to scream
  • He knew he had left it far too long now, and you were finally happy
  • There hadn’t been much if any relationship between you since the breakup, so when he started isolating himself you didn’t even notice
  • It was Seven who reached out to you, telling you something was wrong with his twin but he didn’t know what and he didn’t know how to help
  • So being the person you are, you went over there to try and speak to him
  • It was awkward at first, you had barely spoken in 3 whole years
  • But you wanted to help him so you pushed and pushed
  • Eventually he snapped and and blurts out that he can’t handle his feelings for you anymore
  • You’re taken aback by his confession, which is followed up by a question you dreaded answering
  • With what almost seemed like tears in his eyes, he quietly begged for you to just tell him you still loved him too
  • The only thing he wanted to hear, you couldn’t say
  • He asked you to leave after you told him you didn’t, and you did so without putting up a fight
  • The last thing you wanted to do was make the situation worse
  • For the first time in a long time, Saeran cried himself to sleep
  • He distanced himself from the group slowly, only speaking via Seven
  • But he always kept an eye on you, because even if you didn’t love him, he wanted to keep you safe and happy
  • You were the first person he truly loved, and you would also be the last.

In a couple weeks, I plan to host an MC appreciation week, in dedication to all of our wonderful visual novel heroines (or heroes)! To join, post something within the week of June 11-17 and tag it with #mcweek2k17 so I can find it! You’re also welcome to submit your works to this blog.

Daily Prompts

Day 1: Favorite Ending
Day 2: MC and NPC
Day 3: Childhood Friends
Day 4: Favorite Moment
Day 5: If s/he had never met x…
Day 6: Dressed to Impress
Day 7: You decide!


  • Your creation must relate to an MC
  • You don’t have to use the prompts, you can come up with your own
  • Pairings are fine, but again, make sure the MC is there
  • NSFW is okay, but please tag it as such
  • It’s okay if you don’t finish on time, I’ll still be scrolling down the tag and reblog stuff afterward if I see it
  • The MCs included in this week are including (but not limited to): MCs from mobile apps (ex. Voltage Inc. games,  Cybird games, Arithmetic games, etc.), MCs from PS Vita games (ex. Amnesia, Code: Realize, Norn9, etc.), MCs from desktop games (ex. Steam games, games, etc.), BL/GL games (ex. DMMD, Witch Boy Magical Piece, etc.)  or even your own MC if you have them!
  • If you have any more questions, please contact me @starishsky or send a message to this blog
A Possessive Dinner Taehyung

Pairing: TaehyungxReader

Warning/Genre: Smut, Dom Taehyung, Public sex, Cursing, 

Excerpt: “So your saying we can just do it right here then?” Shocked by his words you just stood still not knowing how to respond, Taehyung came up behind you moving the hair off of your shoulder and tugging down the damned coat Jimin had let you wear. With slight anger he bit down on the area between your neck and shoulder sending a pleasurable pain down your spine and making your core wet.

Word count:2,603

Note: I almost died while writing this bc hot damn lmao, ps thx for so much recognition on my last story about Jungkook I’m completely blown away and wanted to say hi to all the new followers <3 

Originally posted by toughchim

Jesus Christ, how’d you even get yourself into this position.. Literally a guy you had met just a few hours ago had your skirt flipped up and was fucking balls deep in you. It actually all started with your friend Olivia inviting you out to dinner with her boyfriend’s band that had six other guys. The occasion being that they finally finished up tour and were ready to kick off their break.

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anonymous asked:

I'm still in my first play of DA:I and I have put off playing what pride had wrought for like 2 months because I heard Solas break ups with the inquisitor right after 😭 any advice? From Red or Solas?

Listen, going into the Solasmance already knowing what happens is like jumping off the cliff and then asking “does one take fall damage in this game?”. 

All I can say is that you will take that fall damage but if you’ve been paying enough attention, you won’t mind breaking all your bones for Solas. 


PS: On a more serious note, his romance it’s more complicated than it seems. Definitely more complicated than “he’ll break up with you just because”. So don’t give up on him just yet. And, for what it’s worth, he’ll love you eternally regardless. 

Two’s Company, Three’s ... Perfect?

could you do a scenario about Irene and her s/o being observed while sex? you know that red velvet turns on ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)  Ps. you’re such a lovely person omg ily

Character: Irene (Red Velvet) ft. Seulgi
Word Count: 1305

a/n: I know I always try to make everything gender neutral (unless the request specifies the gender) but it’s hard to do that in smut. So I’m going to make the reader female in this, sorry gentlemen!! And ty, anon, I hope you enjoy ~

Originally posted by irnbae

She knew she shouldn’t.

Even though Seulgi had not stirred in a whole hour, that didn’t mean that the woman was asleep. Doing this was wrong, Irene told herself. Seulgi could still be awake, or possibly wake up, and hear everything. Yet, it didn’t stop her. If anything, the idea of Seulgi hearing spurred Irene on.

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dan howell x reader

request- Anon: Can u please do one where dan and the reader are asleep and the reader walks up to dan having a wet dream and the reader like jerks him off still asleep then wakes up all surprised. Hope I explained it properly. Ps I love your blog 💗💗

warnings: smut, swearing

hi im tired and writing this sorry it’s short lol


Your eyes flutter open to the sounds coming from the man next to you. Dan had just moaned your name, and you hadn’t done anything. You were confused to see him still asleep although his erection was pressed into your thigh just moments ago.

He’s having a wet dream.

You decide to help him through it rather than watch him do it himself. You reach down and move your hand into his boxers. As you begin to stroke Dan’s hard cock he whimpers before moaning.


You run your thumb over his slit an continue to stroke him until he comes all over your hand, waking up.

You bring your hand to your mouth, licking Dan’s cum off as he looks at you, red faced and startled.

“Wha- I’m sorry. I don’t-” He starts, stuttering.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay. Go back to sleep.” You whisper, cuddling into Dan’s chest.

“Thank you, princess.” He mumbles, running a hand through your hair as you both drift off back to sleep.

anonymous asked:

hey are you still doing the fluff therapy? its been a rough day... If you are, I would really love some fluff of the boys dancing? ps. i love your writing <3

Hello nonny, thank you so much, and I’m sorry to hear your day has been so rough. Here is some sweetness for you. <3

The wind blew. Hannibal swept Will into his arms and began to sway.

“What are you doing?” Will laughed.


It was the middle of the afternoon. Will had been out in the yard clearing up the thick blanket of leaves that had fallen overnight. The leaves crunched beneath their feet as Hannibal moved them about in a smooth rhythm.

“Shouldn’t we have music?”

“We do.” Hannibal smirked, dipping Will dramatically. “Or can’t you hear it?”

Will closed his eyes to listen. Half-bare branches rustled. The wind howled deep and low. He was about to open his mouth to speak when it came to him at once, the swell of bow brought to strings.

Their song tangled on the wind, marching in time with their feet. The two of them glided in dance with the same ease they knew making love, or together taking a life. Will lost himself in the music, the wind, Hannibal’s hand pressed to the small of his back. He let the moment take him and when it was through, Hannibal was smiling.

“Where did you slip away to?”

Will steadied himself against the solid weight of Hannibal’s chest. “I followed you and found our song.”

Hannibal hummed happily, pulling Will into a kiss. Leaves skittered in the wind at their feet. Distant birds screeched a lilting tune. Their bodies stilled and parted. Deep in the chambers of Will’s mind, the music played on.

[hannigram fluff therapy]

You broke him

Oh my goodness, that really makes me happy to know! Wally is actually one of my favourite characters (comic wise cause I’m not up to date with the series yet!) and thank you for sending in this request. I’m not sure how it came to be like this but I think I had a fun time writing this request of yours! Hope you enjoy!


Also current votes for my Disney Au series: Dick has 5 votes and Damian has 4 votes. Those who sent in their votes to my ask, your votes have been accounted for! Thank you! If any of you still want to vote, go ahead and drop a vote!

“Come on, a little part of you had to see this coming, Barry.” Iris glances at Barry who is still a tad bit gob smack after accidentally walking in to Wally and you making out passionately. He had never run out so fast in his life – not even when he had to run around the continent to save several people. “I mean; how did you not see this coming years ago?”

“Huh.” Barry says dumbly. It seems as if he still cannot move on from the image he had just seen. Iris’s question rings in his ears. How in the world did he not see that coming? Barry has always known the two of you are very close but that had been it. Wally is close to quite a lot of girls and the way he treats you is also the same way he treats other girls, there really is nothing special with how he treats you when Barry compares it to how he treats, Artemis or even M’gann, for example.

Iris chuckles and that chuckle turns in to a full blown laughter (that she really tried hard to keep down) because the looks on both Wally’s and your face are just priceless. But what still blows Barry’s mind is the fact that Wally is holding your hand in his, fingers laced together.

“Y/N and I would like to apologize for you walking in on us…” Wally clears his throat and you lean close to his shoulder, to laugh quietly, starting to feel the embarrassment. It really is embarrassing to have Barry walking in on the both of you – Wally had been on the verge of taking off your shirt too and you know for sure Barry had seen Wally’s hand up your shirt too and your cheeks flush when you realize he might have seen everything in slow motion. “I swear I locked the door.”

Iris snorts and shakes her head. “You probably did; Barry has this habit of just walking through.” Iris dismisses Wally’s excuse. She was once a teenager too and she definitely has her fair shares of making out with her previous boyfriends and having Joe walking in on her and her ex-boyfriend too. More than she can count so really, this is something she understands. “So long as you guys take care not to get too carried away, I don’t quite mind.” Iris shrugs.

You turn to look at Wally, nudging him slightly with your elbow. Wally turns to you and you mouthed ‘best aunt ever’ causing Wally to grin at you, nodding his head in agreement. “Well,” He turns to look at Barry and frowns. “What’s up with Uncle Barry?” He raises one of his eyebrows.

Iris glances at Barry whose expression is stuck between a grimace and a smile so she chuckles once more. “Oh, he just didn’t see the two of you happening.” Iris comments and you look at Barry. Wally does the same too and blink a couple of times.

“Really, Uncle Barr? You really did not see this coming? How?” Wally asks exasperatedly. He thought his feelings for you had been really obvious – he certainly was not able to hide it carefully enough from you although you grew up with men whose detective skills are highly impeccable.

Iris lets out a laugh with a head toss of her hair. “I honestly don’t know – you my darling boy aren’t really as subtle as you may think.” Iris teases Wally causing the latter to snort and roll his eyes playfully.

“I feel like I got caught doing something I was not supposed to be doing.” You laugh quietly but now that Iris had helped diffuse the awkward air around the three of you, you are no longer feeling embarrassed. Instead, you find the entire thing a little bit funny. Judging by the look on Barry’s face, it looks as if the both of you had broken him.

If this had been your family and if any of your brothers had walked in on Wally and you, you will definitely not be hearing the end of it. Not even when you are dying – even then they will probably bring this up too, just for the fun of it. You can already imagine the look on Alfred’s face and not to mention, Bruce’s face too! It would be so horrifying for you.

Though you doubt Wally would come out of it unscathed. The moment your brothers had found out you are currently together with Wally, Dick had some colourful word choices for his best friend. It was the typical – “if you ever hurt Y/N, I will make sure you regret it, Wally West.” Sort of thing and it is really nice to know that your brothers all care of you in their own ways.

“How about you two run along now? I think Barry just needs a little bit of time to wrap this around his head.” Iris side-glances her husband, shaking her head.

Wally turns to look at you. “Shall we, my lady?” He winks exaggeratedly at you and you laugh, shoving him playfully before nodding your head. “We’ll be back later, Aunt Iris!” Wally tells Iris who simply nod her head, walking over to her husband, intending to snap him out of his stupor.

“Does this mean I am going to be related to The Batman?” Barry’s star struck voice is the last thing you hear as Wally pulls you out of the house, intending to bring you away for a nice date. You could only laugh.  

anonymous asked:

do you have any gay!david headcanons? (ps hope you're having / had a great day!)

oh man. ooohhhhh man. here we fuckin go. this kinda turned into javid but it’s still pretty gay (also my day was good! i hope you’re having a good day too ily!!) 

•he’s never liked girls, so throughout his life he just assumed he’d be a bachelor. he doesn’t even consider that liking boys is a possibility. 
•not to say that he’s close-minded; he grows up in an extremely accepting and progressive environment.
•he only starts to really question his sexuality when sarah comes out.
•things start to make sense. he realizes that the way he thinks about other boys isn’t jealousy, its wanting.
•one day he’s hanging out with the newsies and they’re going through photos from the strike, and in one of them, he sees himself looking at jack the way sarah looks at her girlfriend.
•and then suddenly it hits him like a ton of bricks.
•every time he’s around jack after that, he tries to avoid looking at him, because he’s afraid of what he’s feeling and he hopes that if he can ignore it than maybe it will go away.
•one day he’s hanging out with sarah and katherine (who are dating) and katherine mentions something about jack being bi.
•and davey is like ???? i thought he was straight???
•and they both just look at him weird because this is common knowledge and how the hell did you not know this david?
•so david plans this elaborate coming out talk to jack, because he totally has a crush on him they’re best friends and he wants jack to be the first to know, and maybe offer some support.
•but when it’s actually time for david to tell him he just starts to stutter because damn it, jack is giving him this smug look at its driving him wild.
•and then david can’t take it anymore and he just. fucking kisses jack square on the mouth.
•and its beautiful and gay and jack is like “thank god you finally did that i’ve been waiting forever”
•and they’re both happy domestic gays together.
•(nsfw) and david tops in the bedroom

So Proud - Dylan Strome Smut


Can you do a smut with Dylan Strome. Where you guys are celebrating because Erie made the finals. Love your writing btw:))❤

This is so late lmao, they’re already the champs and I haven’t even posted this. I also hope people know all of the gifs I use aren’t mine and like dang I love all of the people who make gifs man. Also before you fuckin’ bully me about how this goes, remind yourself I grew up at this arena okay? Ps the lady I wrote about was my mom bc I had no other ideas lmao. Anyway, thanks for cyberbullying me @ anon making me write smut about him beating MY TOWN. MY BOYS??????????? HM?????? Anyway here’s wonderwall dyl strome smut.

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YoosungXMCXSeven Headcanon: How it started

(Hey guys, sorry for being busy! This headcanon is something I think about a lot and is quite close to my heart…if you want me to expand on it please let me know! ps: requests still open~)

-You’ve been with Yoosung for about a year and often have Saeyoung over to hang out with you. The three of you had become quite close, but recently, you’d noticed a sadness in his eyes whenever the two of you acted cutesy
-You’d tone it down but the two of you are always so fluttery and romantic 
-After a day where Saeyoung up and leaves abruptly, Yoosung brings up how he wished there was something he could do
-You hum and ask him what Saeyoung means to him, if you think there’d be room for more, because if so, maybe there was something you both could do
-Up until now you’d only ever had eyes for Yoosung, but you admit you could see yourself easily getting closer to Saeyoung if given the chance
-You were nervous bringing the conversation up, thinking you might tap into one of Yoosung’s insecurities, so of course you’re completely surprised when you see the light blush on his face
-Yoosung explains that he’s always been kind of drawn to Saeyoung for whatever reason, and upon your question he tried imagining it
-it seems the idea of kissing the other boy proved more effective then anything
-You both talk it through, this meant changing your relationship, and you both wanted to make sure you’d be comfortable if you were really considering this
-You both agreed to bring it up tomorrow with him and with that, you both also had a very excited night. Probably way too excited considering, he had to say yes first
-The next day when Saeyoung arrived, Yoosung ran over to the door and pulled Saeyoung into a hug
-Of course he was completely confused but gave him a hug back “What, did you miss me that much?” his tone was most certainly teasing
-Yoosung pulls him over to the couch and you both sit on either side of Saeyoung, who now, is starting to look rather nervous, why were you both being so serious?
-You open your mouth, but of course Yoosung can’t keep his mouth shut and just blurts it out
-Saeyoung, of course stunned, turns to look at you, then back at Yoosung, then back at you 
-”This is a joke right?”
-You bite your lip and explain to him that you see how much he’s been hurting, of course he’s on the fence, and scared, and definitely doesn’t want to somehow ruin your relationship. 
-He honestly doesn’t seem like he believes it either
-You both continue to talk to him, and try to convince him it’s not a joke. 
-You all kind of start raising your voices at each other, that is, until Saeyoung shouts over everyone
-”Unless you can PROVE you’re serious, I just don’t feel right about it. I fuck up, I put people at risk, how do I know letting myself get invested won’t get me hurt, or worse, get you hurt?”
-Saeyoung gets up to leave and that’s when Yoosung immediately stands up and goes after him
-Yup you know where this is going
-He grabs him by the sweatshirt and drags him into a deep kiss, hand in his hair, the other one holding on for dear life
-You gasp and watch as Saeyoung stands there wide eyed and horrifyed
-His heart is going 100 miles an hour
-After a good 10 seconds his eyes flutter ever so softly shut and he slumps into it, hands both coming to Yoosungs face
-When Yoosung pulls away he looks up at him with a bright red face and doey eyes
-The blush on Saeyoung’s face is bright, and he lets out a cough
-”Alright, fine, but, lets take it slow alright? If it doesn’t go well, I want to be able to go back to normal..”
-You both bring him into the biggest hug
-You don’t know if you’ve ever seen such a sincere smile on Saeyoung’s face
-You all just snuggle on watch movies with Saeyoung squished in between that night
-He takes turns resting his head on each of yours
-You are all just generally really happy
-You decide not to tell everyone else until things are final
-But are just happy spending time together as it is

(Part 2 to come with day to day fluff of living together~)

@garrus requested Arche and Chester!! & Happy Birthday!! XD

both of them just had to take the final blow from poor Cless, already up and running & right in front of the enemy..
the SFC version was my first Tales game and for a long time, the game sprites & cover art were all i had to picture these guys…and then the OP movie for PS was SO GREAT i watched it a million times as i grew up…cress, chester, claus were all my favorite, no i love all the crew<3 oh this can go on and on..
so that’s why i drew them kinda smol/chibi & still can’t get used to all the official illustrations out there haha~

..and extra!

i usually had claus-chester-cress and arche above chester as a team
and when this happens..omg it was the cutest..!


~Tucker is not prepared to serve bagels to asshole bureaucrats commuting to the city at three in the fucking morning. So before work, he pounds back a bottle of vodka.

Wash would like a bagel.~


Words: 4,478

Characters: Agent Washington, Lavernius Tucker, Leonard Church, Agent Texas, Michael J. Caboose

Warnings: Canon-typical swearing, drinking, aftermath of trauma (sorry even when I’m being fluffy it’s still mean), gratuitous bagel puns

Ao3 link / @rvbficwars(ps im so sorry i haven’t had legit access to the internet all week and its grad week but i still wanted to do something)


Five in the morning. Who the fuck schedules a military hearing for five in the fucking morning on a Tuesday?

Wash adjusts his uniform in the bathroom mirror for the millionth time, suppressing the agonized screech he’s been holding in for hours. It’s stiff. Too formal, suffocating, all the tassels and the badges. If he could just exchange it for a suit, or a button-up shirt, literally anything that didn’t make him feel as trapped as he already is, he might be feeling better about this.

But this is a military thing, and because it’s military, they want him to testify as the soldier he used to be. Not the agent he became. Which means a uniform—the stiff, dull, cloth kind.

Fuck. He doesn’t want to do this. Doesn’t want to stand before a bunch of military assholes for hours and let them dissect every second he spent with the project. Doesn’t want to sit on a train into the city in full uniform while civilians stare at him and wonder what kind of mess he’s gotten himself into. They wouldn’t be wrong to wonder.

Stalling for time, he sighs and combs his hands through his hair yet again—and as he does, his fingers brush ever so slightly over the scar at the nape of his neck and he freezes.

His hands fall to his sides. All he wants to do is get back in bed with his cats, lock every door in the apartment, and never leave. Maybe even scream into a pillow after cracking open a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. That’s his usual Tuesday night. But that scar reminds him why he’s doing this.

This is why he agreed to testify. So what happened to him doesn’t have to happen to anyone else ever again.

Wash sighs and turns off the bathroom lights, heading for the door. He’s going to miss his train.

He doesn’t feel that drunk.

Still, Tucker gets the gist that he’s fucking wasted when he hits Church’s car in the parking lot.

A part of him thinks that maybe he should back up and try again. But his foot isn’t part of that part, and it presses down the gas and eases into the parking spot next to Church’s now-beat-up jeep like nothing happened.

He can’t really pin down his mood as he gets out of his equally beat-up sedan and slams the door shut. Drunk, sure, but that’s not a mood, that’s a lifestyle decision. He thinks the right word is annoyed. Annoyed at being assigned to the graveyard shift when his son is supposed to be starting kindergarten in the morning. Annoyed that, because of work and that stupid thing called rent, he’s not gonna get to see his kid off to his first day of school. He’d dropped Junior off at Kai’s place last night, just in case this happened, which of course it did. He’s entitled to a responsible adult night alone and a bottle of rage vodka every once in a while.

He’s also a little giddy, which he can easily attribute to being drunk off his ass at two in the morning.

Tucker fumbles for his keys and drops them twice before finally getting the front door open. The Pastry Train Donut and Bagel Emporium is dark in the dining area, which is bad, because it means that Church expects him to turn everything on.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Where are the lights again? He hasn’t had the opening shift in months.

Once he remembers, he slowly maneuvers towards the power and flips all the switches, letting out a groan as everything turns on, all the lights, all the fridges in the front, all the really fucking bright things. Ow.

“It’s about time you got here,” Church says, emerging like the social gremlin he is from the bakery in the back. He’s got dough and flour all over his apron—at least he already got the first batch of bagels in. Church raises an eyebrow. “I, uh, heard some noise in the parking lot.”

Tucker rubs at his eyes. “Oh. I, uh, I hit…a…tree.”

“…Big tree. Loud tree.”

He just looks at Church confusedly for a second before, like a switch being flipped, he can suddenly hear the screaming wail of a car alarm outside. He can’t be that drunk, how did he not fucking notice that?

Church pulls his keys out of his pocket and presses the lock button, and the car outside makes the little chirp chirp and goes silent. “Apparently I drive a ‘98 Redwood.”

“…No, yeah, my car’s fine, don’t worry,” Tucker says. He thinks he says it coolly but in reality he just slurs it together like it’s all one word.

Church just stares.

And stares.

And stares—

“You’re wasted, aren’t you.”

Tucker takes a step back and puts a hand on his heart, feigning offense. “Me? No, no, you…nah, I’m sober.”

“Right, of course.” The sarcasm in his voice is burning. “That’s the smell coming off of you, it’s definitely sobriety.”

“Fuck you—”

“We open up for commuters in ten. You good to handle a register?”

They’re kind of just staring at each other for a few seconds.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, totally. I’m totally cool. Exact change? No problem. Each plain bagel’s a dollar.”

“Ninety-five cents.”

“Right, that’s, like, the poor man’s dollar. No prob.”

Church rolls his eyes and retreats to the bakery again. If Tucker squints hard enough, he can see Tex and Caboose handling the crates of groceries in the back like the fucking lifting machines they are. This is it? Usually he works later in the morning, when there’s a herd of hungry commuters and soccer moms buying breakfast for their kids and stuff. Then the whole team is in here, and it’s alive, and it’s honestly not that miserable. But this? This is kinda sad. Just an empty bagel shop by the train station at two in the morning. Sad.

Tucker sighs and throws his bag and coat in the storage closet, then somehow hops the counter without tripping, ignoring Church’s shout of hey maybe don’t fucking do that, dipshit, and after a couple tries manages to tie his apron on.

He glances up at the clock. 2:02.

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

He got weird looks from the cab driver. Of course he did. He’s wearing a full military uniform, cap and all, and he’s taking a yellow cab to the train station. What was he expecting?

Wash tips the guy extra and gets out of that cab as fast as his legs can take him. Probably feeling just as anxious, the cab driver speeds away down a side street, and just like that Wash is at the train station.

…What now?

His heart sinks as he checks his watch. 2:05. He’s early. Way too early, it’s a ghost town.

Wash sighs to himself and puts his cap into his side bag a little more forcefully than necessary. He’s taken the train exactly twice before—once for the preliminary hearing last week, and once to get back. He hated it both ways, the noise, the tight spaces. And even those didn’t leave at 3:03 in the morning on a Tuesday. 

Now he’s stranded here, waiting for that misery, for an hour.

There’s a bench not far away, and he’s still half asleep, so he walks towards it and takes a tired seat. God, he’s so tired. Hopefully he doesn’t fall asleep while being grilled alive during the hearing. That wouldn’t be good. Coffee, now that would be a lifesaver. Coffee with a couple pounds of sugar.

He looks around the station. It’s a fairly big town, and the station reflects that. Rows and rows of parking spots behind him, dozens of tracks in front of him, too many staircases and a bunch of closed stores and one really brightly lit place, gosh, and—

Wash does a double-take and looks back at the store that had caught his attention. That’s a bagel shop. An open bagel shop. Do those usually open this early?

His stomach grumbles, but he ignores it, purely because he’s riveted by the possibility of anything being open this fucking early in the morning. It’s literally the only source of light in the entire station right now. Even the moon pales in comparison.

He stares a little longer at the sign above the store. Pastry Train. The Pastry Train Donut and Bagel Emporium. The words are written in bright swirling blue on a white banner, which has been draped over the store’s awning, and on top of the shop is a statue of a big strawberry-frosted donut with an absurd amount of sprinkles that almost makes him smile.

The second time his stomach grumbles, he listens to it. He’s hungry. There’s a store right there. Food. Something to give him energy for as long as it takes for this thing to be over since it’s pretty obvious that he’s not gonna get another chance to eat until after the hearing.

He’s about to stand and go in there when he hears a loud crash from inside the building—and in the window he can see two people yelling over something, he can’t tell what, and just the idea of having to talk to people once inside suddenly keeps him firmly glued to the seat. He’s not very good at talking to people anymore. Before the project, maybe, but now

Nope. The thought of social interaction flashes red in his mind like a giant stop sign. Nope. No. No bagel is worth it.

…Except he’s really hungry. Almost nauseously so. And the more he stares at that ridiculously elaborate sign, the more he reads the words Pastry Train, the more he wants that bagel.

Nope. Nuh-uh.


No way.


Maybe they have coffee?

…Well, that kind of makes his decision for him. Coffee and a bagel. Perfect. It’s a combination just asking to be made.

Shouldn’t be hard, right? He survived Freelancer. He can survive getting a bagel.

Tucker doesn’t know how much longer he can survive and he’s been here eight minutes. Of course, he’s not quite lucid enough to keep track of that on his own. He only knows it’s been eight minutes because of the fact that, once every minute, Tex pokes her stupid blonde head out of the bakery to remind Tucker of how useless he is. She also reminds him of how long he’s been standing there, staring at the stove for no reason other than it looks shiny. Eight minutes.

But you know what? Tucker’s got who-knows-how-much vodka swimming around in his system right now, so he figures it’s better to be useless and staring off into space than handling money or making food that actual humans consume.

Tex pokes her head out and this time Tucker beats her to the punch. “Nine, I’m worthless, a bad father, drinking before the job is the same thing as drinking on it. Got it.”

“No—well, yeah, but…no. There’s a customer coming in.”

Tucker had been idly rolling a stack of pennies across the counter this entire time, but at the sound of a door opening he gets distracted and accidentally rolls it a little too hard and the stack flies off the counter towards the front of the store.

He lunges for the pennies a split second too late, and right as he does, the customer comes walking through the door and as if every existing god has decided to fuck with Tucker at the exact same time the stack rolls perfectly under the guy’s boot and there’s a sort of mild confusion in his eyes for an instant before he slips and falls backwards and bangs his head against one of the fridges. 

A sharp “Fuckslips from Tucker’s lips before he can catch it.

Tex pokes her head out of the kitchen one more time, looks at the customer, looks at Tucker, and goes back in. “Your mess.“

Shit. Shit shit. This is exactly why he shouldn’t be working at 2:09 in the morning. 

“Oh, man…” The customer moans and puts a hand to the back of his head, and some paternal-instinct-filled part of Tucker realizes that he should probably go check on him and make sure he didn’t actually get, y'know, hurt in any suable way or anything.

This time he ducks under the counter and approaches the customer, who’s looking less dazed now and way more embarrassed. His face, which Tucker thinks had been fairly pale for the split second in which the customer had been standing, is now a very vibrant shade of red, and it’s only making the splash of dark freckles over his nose more prominent, and his bright eyes even brighter and oh wow he’s actually pretty cute the longer Tucker looks at him—

The second that thought is even so much as a suggestion in his mind, Tucker is fucked. Irrevocably and utterly fucked. Once he sees it, he can’t avoid it, can’t look at the guy without acknowledging the fact that he is absolutely fucking adorable.

Having suddenly realized this, and being far too drunk to squash the sentiment down under some guise of professionalism, Tucker is instantly hyper-aware of how unable he is to form a complex sentence. “H-hey, uhhhhh…you, you okay?”

If possible, the customer looks more embarrassed, and he looks up at Tucker with what can only be described as pure shame in his eyes. That look lasts a few seconds before the guy starts to sit up, rubbing the back of his head again with a hiss of pain. “I…what just happened?”

I fucked up. “You, uh, you tripped. Totally. All you.”

That gets him a mild glare from the customer. “Did I?” the customer says in a voice that somehow manages to passively just bleed sarcasm while also sounding fucking dead inside.

I FUCKED UP. “Yep. It was pretty, uh, pretty weak.”


“Uhhhhhh, totally, yeah. Tripping in a bagel store? Yeah, we—“ 

Tucker hears the pun as it forms in his mind, knows that it’s happening, but for the life of him he doesn’t know how to stop it and all he can think about is bagels and it just slips out.

“—ll, I guess you just weren’t bready for it.”

Tucker can instantly feel his face going hot, and the silence that follows might as well just be filled with Tucker’s internal screaming. What are these words coming out of his stupid fucking mouth? This is not how helping goes. This is not how flirting goes—is he trying to flirt? Is that what this ridiculous drunken pun bullshit is? Because right now, this is how you get a trainwreck, and so far, Tucker would really appreciate a train wrecking him.

The customer looks up at him with an expression that can’t really be described as just dismay. Dismay isn’t strong enough to describe the utter agony in his eyes. His mouth opens and closes a couple times, like every time he’s thought of something to say back, he instantly decides against it.

This is a fucking nightmare.

The customer is silent for a few more seconds, then looks in anguish towards the door like it’s screaming his name. “I-I should go. This was a mistake, I should’ve just waited outsi—“

No!” Tucker blurts out, and the guy looks back at him, perplexed, and gosh, that’s cute. Fuck. Tucker tries again. “No, I-I mean, you came in for a bagel, right?”

It’s almost painful to watch the struggle going on in the customer’s mind as he decides if it’s worth it to reply.

“…And coffee,” he finally mutters.

“Right. Well, we…” Do they have coffee? Tucker thinks they’ve got coffee. Gahh, too much thinking for the morning. Fuck it. “Totally, dude. We totally have coffee.”

The customer’s expression loosens up noticeably, which Tucker takes as a sign. Of what, he’s not sure—he just knows that the guy is apparently more relaxed and that that’s better than if he’s not.

“I…” The customer sighs. “Sure. Why not.”

There’s silence for a moment, and on some weird instinct Tucker reaches out for the customer’s hand and the customer takes his and Tucker somehow manages to pull the guy to his feet without both of them falling over each other.

The customer smooths down his uniform, which somehow, Tucker hadn’t noticed before. That’s UNSC. That’s military. He just embarrassed himself in front of someone who can probably shoot him if he felt like it. What’s a military guy doing here this early—what’s a military guy even doing in this town? This sleepy little hell seems like the wrong place to find a guy like him.

“Um.” The customer coughs into a fist uncomfortably, managing to bring Tucker back to the present. “You also said something about a bagel?”

Oh, right. That.

This is going well.

So this is going badly.

Wash’s head swims, but he’s not sure if it’s the headache or the embarrassment tearing through his insides. The exit door is a black hole, and every few seconds, Wash has to check it to make sure it’s still there, ready to suck him in the abyss in case he decides to end his misery once and for all.

At least Wash is off his ass and on his feet. Better than nothing. Easier to run that way.

The clerk, the guy with the awful, awful pun, turns around and—for some reason Wash can’t even begin to understand—attempts to jump the counter into the back of the kitchen, but he doesn’t quite make it and he ends up half-stumbling his way over the counter and almost faceplanting on the floor before catching himself.

Almost immediately, there’s a shout from the back of the kitchen. “Tucker, I fucking told you that was going to happe—”

“Eat a dick,” the clerk spits back. 

As if suddenly aware of Wash’s eyes on him, the clerk—Tucker—makes a show of straightening up and leaning forward over the counter. “What?” he says, and the way he says it, it almost sounds like it’s meant to be sharp, but it comes out tired and slurred and like he’s not really all there.

“You, uh…” Let it go, Wash, let it go. “Nothing.”

Tucker gives him a very suspicious look. “Okay,” he says, not at all sounding okay.



There’s a really awkward silence again. Wash looks back at the door and waits patiently for a black hole to swallow him like he’d planned.

“Right,” Tucker says suddenly, whirling around back towards the kitchen. "Bagel. Hey, Church, uh, what’s the status on bagels?“

The same voice from before yells back, “Ten minutes.”

Oh, god. Ten minutes? Waiting here?

Tucker rolls his eyes, but at the same time his mouth pulls into a tight line and Wash immediately knows that it’s as awkward for Tucker as it is for him. At least that’s one thing they have in common.

Wash clears his throat awkwardly and shifts his bag on his shoulder, checking his watch. 2:11. Why can’t time just move faster?

He looks up and Tucker is staring at him, eyes narrow and confused. 

“So,” Tucker says, painfully awkward, drumming his fingers on the counter in an arrhythmic beat. “What’s with the suit?”

Alarms immediately go off in Wash’s head. Fuck. The whole Project Freelancer hearing is meant to be classified, but he hadn’t thought of a cover story before leaving the house in case people asked him about the uniform. And Wash is a very, very bad liar.

“I, uhhh—” Wash immediately blurts out the first army-esque thing he can think of. “Court martial.”

If possible, Tucker’s eyes get even narrower. “But isn’t that, like, criminal, or…or something?”

Yikes. This is uncomfortable. “W-well, yeah, but—”

“You a criminal? A bad dude?”

“No, I—”

Tucker scoffs. “Dude, I’m totally messing with ya. You, the guy who fell flat on his ass through no fault of my own, a bad guy? Doesn’t seed like it.”

Wash sighs tightly, thinking about the irony of what this guy’s just said to him— when his mind replays the sentence a second time and Wash hears it.

Wash looks sharply at Tucker, who’s just standing there, eyes wide open, mouth slightly agape, staring back. His face is turning red, bright and embarrassed like before—he knows.

“You did it again.”

Tucker looks broken. He knows.

There’s a raw agony in Wash voice when he repeats, “Doesn’t seed like it. You said seed—”

“I-I—fuck, it’s not like I meant to say it!” Tucker stammers back.

“Then why did you?!”

“I don’t know, okay?! It’s two in the fucking morning, sue me!”

Puns. Christ, Wash can’t fucking stand puns. They’re not even jokes, you’re just putting another stupid fucking word in the wrong fucking place and it’s not funny. He’d rather step in front of a moving train than hear another.

…Though. To be honest, Tucker looks like he feels the same way.

There’s complete and utter silence between the two of them as Tucker reaches for a coffee cup and forcefully holds it out for Wash. He motions over Wash’s shoulder at another counter, and Wash follows the gesture to see a couple containers of what he can only assume are coffee.

Oh, thank god.

Wash takes it without a word and moves over to the counter, avoiding the decaf one like the plague. He doesn’t look at Tucker, doesn’t even look up, just fills the cup with black coffee and then empties six sugar packs in, one by one.

Tucker makes a strange noise as Wash opens packet number seven. “Wow. That’s, uh, a lot of sugar. That for the court martial?”

Wash nods silently.

“Ah. Sweet.”

Wash’s hand slips and half the packet of sugar upends on the counter.

Again. Fucking again. First bread, then seeds, now sugar. Tucker has already ruined all three.

He checks his watch again. 2:15.

Let it go, Wash. Let. It. Go.

He swallows the shriek that’s currently developing in his throat and jams the lid of the coffee cup into place, sighing heavily, and goes back to his spot across from Tucker. Tucker, yet again, looks like he also would like to be anywhere that isn’t here. Good to know they’re in the same mental place.

“How much do I owe you?” Wash says, more of a groan than actual English. 

Tucker sighs and runs a hand over his face, glancing at the register. “I…fuck, man, nothing, just take the food. I’m sorry, I’m a piece of shit. Fuck.”

Oh. Well, that does make this marginally less horrible. Free breakfast. Well, not really free. Wash pays with his dignity.


Tucker sighs and leans back against the stove behind him, and Wash pulls out his phone, pressing the power button over and over, just to have something to do.

The minutes pass. One after another, after another. He doesn’t touch the coffee yet—too hot.

“What do you want?”

“Huh?” Wash says.

“Bagel. What bagel.”

“Oh. Oh, just plain.”

“…What, nothing on it?”

Nope. That means spending more time here. “Just plain.”

“That’s, uh, kinda—”

“Yeah, it’s plain, I got it,” Wash snaps. “It is a PLAIN bagel, and I am a PLAIN guy, and that’s the pun.”

There’s quiet for half a second before Tucker lets out a weird snort-laugh thing and suddenly he’s cackling, and Wash is just staring at him and the other people in the kitchen are staring at him and Tucker is just laughing ridiculously and for the life of him Wash doesn’t know why.

“…What. What?!” Wash half-stammers, half-snaps.

Tucker somehow manages to choke out words between gasps of laughter. “You—I just keep, I keep—making shitty puns and I-I can’t stop, but it’s bothering you so much, you look so good w-when you’re annoyed—”

Wash feels the blood rush to his head for a million different reasons. “I-I do not.”

He immediately knows that’s a mistake when a mischievous glint flashes in Tucker’s eyes. “Oh, really? You sure I-I’m not annoying you?”

“…I’m fine.”

“You sure I’m not getting on your nerves?”


“I-I donut think you’re being honest with me, buddy.”

Oh my god.

“Please,” Wash starts, “don't—”

“What? Are my puns too plain for you?”


Tucker must find this hysterical, because he’s still laughing, as Wash’s face continuously gets redder and redder. “You’d butter hope I donut keep going, because so far I haven’t even been using the pickup lines.”


Wash attempts to feign ignorance and takes a hearty swig of the coffee. Still too hot. Better than this, though, better than all of this.

“I could use some coffee jokes too, maybe embarrass you a little, but I wanna try and keep it to a light roast. Listen, baby, you may be plain, but I’ll be your everything. You make my heart whole. You fill the hole inside my bagel, bow chicka wow wow. You’re adorable, can’t you seed? You’re my jam, though I guess, not everyone puts jam on bagels so that might not be your cup of tea. Ooh, ooh and this one! When I look at you, you make me wanna cinnamon—”

Wash snorts—he can’t fucking help it at that last one—but he does it so hard that he ends up accidentally choking on the coffee in his mouth and he breaks into a coughing fit. Tucker’s still laughing, but after Wash finally stops coughing, he settles to a giddy smile, like he’s trying to hold in all the laughter.

“So you do laugh,” Tucker says, in an awfully teasing way, leaning forward on the counter. “Of all the puns, I can’t believe the cinnamon one was what got you.”

One of the people from the kitchen comes out and places a small brown bag on the counter, and Wash lunges for it immediately and starts for the door. Oh, god. Oh, god, what the fuck just happened. What the fuck just happened. He can feel himself sweating, and not just because of the uniform, but from the crippling embarrassment flooding his veins. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

You make me wanna cinnamon. Cinnamon. Sin. Oh my god, what the fuck is going on. Was that an actual pickup line?? Was that just a joke?? Why why why why oh my god oh my god he needs to get out of here oh my god oh my god oh my god—

Wash pushes the door open, but he’s barely looked outside when he hears Tucker behind him.

“Hey, uh, so if you end up, y'know, wanting another bagel or something when you get back from whatever the fuck you’re doing, I’ll be a round. A round. Like a bagel. Get it?”

Wash slams the door.

Request: Please write Alex taking care of the reader while she is sick and being very lovely. Ps: I love your writing SO much! 
Note: PS, I hope this is good enough, all fluff Alex ;-)

Words: 1887

‘How are you holding up babe?’ You looked up, panting while Alex just climbed onto another piece of rock. His definition under a good vacation included some good hikes and the raw beauty of nature. Not that you were complaining, you loved it as much as he did but he forgot sometimes that you had less of that condition he had. He turned around on the rock and looked down to you because you didn’t immediately answered his question.
‘I’m still alive.’ You shrugged with a smile.
‘I see that, all sweaty and gorgeous.’
‘Stop it.’ You chuckled. He threw you a bottle of water and you caught it out of the air, opening it before drinking it half empty.
‘We are almost back.’ He pointed to somewhere on the horizon. How he knew the way you still didn’t understand, you sucked at orientation. He held his hand out and helped you up the rock on which you had an amazing view over the forest you hiked through last couple of hours.
‘This makes everything better.’ You noticed while enjoying this kind of view. He wrapped his arms around you, rested his chin on your shoulder. ‘Yes, you to.’ You answered his waiting look. You stroke your fingers under his chin, placing your lips on his. He groaned in frustration and you started to laugh. ‘Shame we are hiking hmm.’
‘Still have enough of the day left.’ He said with a promising voice. You made some kind of an appreciating sound before following him back uphill. You did nothing else than going uphill last hours, to be quiet about the mosquitos. You kicked one away from your arm, looking at the bite he left behind.
‘Always those,’ you looked up to Alex who was pointing his phone your way. ‘I hate the mosquitos!’ You yelled to his phone. He started laughing, turning it back to himself.
‘She hates the mosquitos.’ He finished his Instagram story.
‘The world should now.’ You murmured, taking a run and jumping on his back. ‘Come on donkey.’ You clicked your tongue, longing to get back to the hotel.

In your favorite summer dress and a cocktail in your hand you looked to Alex surfing his way over the waves. That boy really couldn’t stop moving around all the time. He enjoyed every bit of his vacation like you did watching him, taking a picture, making a video, all the things to remember this vacation for as long as you could. You pulled your sunglasses from your nose onto your head when he pulled that board over the beach, giving you a clear look over his naked wet chest and hair. He dumped the board down aside you, splashing water with his fingers onto you. ‘Stop it.’ You laughed.
‘What?’ He asked. And when you looked up he was looking down to you all in mischief and you knew immediately what that meant.
‘Alex no!’ He grabbed you around your waist, pulling you the whole way back to the sea. You fought his strong arms, laughing in between. ‘Please don’t.’ But he did, throwing you right in the water with dress and everything. You got underneath before you took a new breath when you came back up. You stroke the wet strains of hair out of your face before looking back at him. ‘You bastard!’ You smiled, splashing water over to him. He chuckled, doing the same back. You looked like two little kids having the time of your life. And in fact, it was exactly that, this vacation was so relaxing and fun you wouldn’t forget it any time soon. It was also your first vacation together with Alex and it was not to complain about it. You fought the waves getting away from him but he grabbed you around you waist, pulling you closer so your back contacted with his chest.
‘You love this bastard.’ He whispered into your ear. His hands traveled over your wet dress and you closed your eyes for a minute.
‘Yes, I do.’ You smiled, messing his hair totally up with your hand, turning around in his embrace. You laid your hands over his shoulder and pulled yourself to his eye level. ‘You certainly came on a white horse my prince.’ You said with that typical all in love face of yours. You met Alex on set, he almost didn’t saw you standing when he passed by with his white horse and chariot, in fact, he didn’t saw you. You being more on the background of everything didn’t change the fact he noticed you in an instant. He answered that look by placing his lips onto yours. Your hand stroke over his dark hair while his hand traveled down over your back, resting for a moment on the small of your back before he got lower and you felt that longing again.
‘We should get back to  the hotel.’
‘Yes we do.’ You whispered in agrement, placing another kiss on his lips before making yourself loose from his wet body and struggling your way back to the beach with him.

It was somewhere in the early morning when your body decided it was the best way to hang half an hour over the toilet, throwing everything up you eat yesterday. The bonus, it was more than 30 degrees outside and your body burned equally as hard. The sweat rolled down your forehead, exhausted you sat on the bathroom floor with your head against the cold wall. ‘Y/n?’ Alex came around the corner and looked at you. ‘You look terrible.’
‘It noticed that myself to.’ You murmured, holding on to the wall while getting slowly up. He didn’t waked up when you got here for the first time … and the second, and the third until you agreed to just stay here instead of getting every time back to bed. ‘I think I have the flue, or something else.’ You let your head hang, panting from the little things you did. Alex walked over, supporting your body a little. ‘I don’t want to make you sick to.’
‘Like I care, come on, back to bed.’ He reacted, leading your body right back to the bed. ‘You got a fever to.’ He noticed the heat coming from your skin. You started scratching the mosquito bite on your arm and Alex looked at the red dot. ‘I think we need to get you a doctor, to be safe.’ He noticed your scratching. You followed his look over to the bite, already scared that you maybe got a rare kind of disease. ‘I will call a doctor.’ He noticed your slight panic.

The doctor stated the following; you got the flue as a reaction on those mosquito bites of yours. He tested your blood to be safe but you were all in the clear so you had to sit this one out. There wasn’t more you could do then sleep, try to eat and sleep again. And this on your first vacation with Alex, you ruined everything. You looked over your shoulder when he walked in with a glass of water and a wet towel. ‘Alex,’ you signed as he laid the towel onto your forehead for the fever. It felt good in this heat, you closed your eyes, enjoying the cold for as long as it would last. He came to sit aside you on the bed and you opened your eyes again. ‘Go have fun. I will manage on my own.’ You whispered.
‘I’m here on vacation with you, I’m not leaving you. Besides, who’s gonna hold your hair up when you throw up again?’
‘I can do that myself.’ You protested on his words. He turned on his side and looked at you.
‘Let me take care of you?’ He asked all serious. You shook your head and looked through the hotel window to the blue ocean.
‘This is your vacation, please, enjoy it while it lasts.’ You begged him, guilty by the fact that you where this sick. But he was the stubborn kind and you knew already that he wouldn’t change his current plans, even when you would get angry about it.
‘And you are my girlfriend, so,’
‘Babe, no.’ He smiled softly. You murmured something and turned away from him, angry on yourself. ‘You would do the same right?’ He asked, hovering over your shoulder.
‘What can I get you?’ He asked. You turned your head and looked to him, forcing an exhausted smile on your lips.
‘The light, cold and good stuff.’
‘Arranged. Get some sleep.’ He placed a kiss on your shoulder and jumped from the bed.
‘Alex,’ you called after him when he was ready to leave. ‘Don’t forget to do something fun on the way back.’ You followed when he looked over to you. He rolled his eyes and walked out, leaving you alone with your sleep. Witch you caught right away. How long you slept you didn’t knew but you waked up by the whistling Alex always made when he was cocking. But you were on a hotel so he couldn’t be really doing that. You pulled out of the bed, turning the corner where he was dancing on the music through his headsets. You tilted your head, smiling by his moves while he made some kind of ice tea with fresh fruit. He turned around his own body and stopped when he saw you dancing.
‘Don’t mind me.’ You smiled weakened when he pulled his headphone of.
‘How do you feel?’ He asked concern.
‘Alright. Did you do something fun on the way back?’ You asked in return. You walked over to the table on the little balcony, sitting on a chair in the shade.
 ‘I went swimming here in the hotel, does that count?’
‘Yes it does.’ You nodded while he brought you a ice-cold glass of tea. He took himself one to and came to sit aside you. ‘You’re drinking tea?’
‘What? I’m not gonna drink cocktails without you.’ He shrugged. You signed, bringing your lips to the glass to sip from the tea. It was exactly what you needed, something fresh, light and with enough vitamins to get you back on your feet.
‘You know Alex, I really appreciate you being all the concerned boyfriend but I’m feeling guilty already for taking your time away,’ you looked over to him, desperate. ‘you know I can handle a little flue.’ You followed right after.
‘Y/n, I wouldn’t enjoy my vacation without you. Are you complaining about me taking care of you?’
‘No, I love it. I just don’t want you to be bored, if you want to do something you should.’ You forced a smile on your face. He leaned over his seat to you, stroking a strain of your messy hair back after your ear.
‘I’m never bored. And the more I can take care of you, the faster you will heal up.’ He placed his lips on your shoulder again and you looked at him, shaking your head.
‘To what did I deserve you Alex Hogh?’ You asked softly. He rested his lips on that exact same spot and looked up to you.
‘I’m still apologizing for almost hitting you with that chariot.’ He chuckled. You smiled and looked back to the surrounding. The little breeze did good, but he did more, taking so much care of you, you were sure you would be healed up in no time.