frankie2411  asked:

Ah Sorry! I pressed ask by accident! I meant 21 with Tony please 😁

21. “I swear you act like a five-year-old at times!”

Requested by @frankie2411

You rolled your eyes like what seemed to be the fiftieth time that day. Wanting to spend some quality time with your boyfriend you had dragged yourself down to the labs. Expecting to find him elbow deep in repairs of his many, many metal suits. Or causing havoc on some new project with Bruce. But no, surprisingly even Tony Stark could have a slow working day. You had bunkered down in the corner of the room, curling up in the desk chair your favorite book sat in your lap as Tony bounced ideas off Friday. Soon his babbling grew quite, alerting you that someone was about to happen. 

“(Y/N)” Tony dragged your name out like a child would, you looked up from the pages to see him rolling towards you on his own desk chair. 

“Let’s have a race” the billionaire beamed at you as he bumped his chair gently next you yours. 

“No” you gave him a deadpanned look before turning back to your book.

“Aw come on honey please, I need mental and physical stimulus to keep my mind sharp” you sighed as you felt Tony stare at you hopefully. 

“I said no Tony, I’m sure you can find someone else to race you” You muttered as Tony’s hand slid up your thigh, inching closer towards your book. With one swift movement, he tore the book out of your hand, throwing it across the room. 

“Tony!! I swear you act like a five-year-old at times!” You growled uncurling your legs. 

“First one to get the book wins” Tony smirked as you gaped at him

“I swear you’re the worst boyfriend in the wor…” but you were cut off mid rant by Tony kissing you soundly. Slightly dazed you blinked at him as he pulled away, pushing off with his feet as he rolled towards your discarded book. 

“Hey, no fair you cheat” you laughed pumping your legs rolling your chair across the lab giggling along with Tony like a pair of school kids. 

concept: aaron likes to feel tall, so he perches on things a lot. backs of couches, counters, shelves. he sits on his desk instead of his desk chair. it does not help he does most of this in a crouch, with his usual frown, making him look a bit like a gargoyle.

anonymous asked:

Hi hi! I saw the ask box was open and had to ask this. Could I get an Akash x reader where reader-chan just breaks down one day because of all these expectations her family has for her? They expect so much from and even though she's trying her best there's always something wrong or it's not good enough. Currently feeling like this rn so it's been on my mind.

hi! I hope you’re feeling better!! I tried to write it as best as I can, but I’m not sure if I got it right. I didn’t want to make it angsty as much, but I hope you got the comfort you were looking for, 

You count the seconds ticking by as you relax on your desk chair. The mellow ticking of your clock echoes in your mind, creating a sort of peace for your loud and chaotic house. “Why can’t you be more like _____?” “Why can’t you go to this college?” “Choose this school, it’s what’s best for you.” Every single day your parents pester you consistently on your grades, your school, your social life, and your image. 

Stay healthy, go exercise, be involved in school activities as well as extra curricular; it was all a very heavy weight on your shoulder. You took up piano, you were the class representative, you joined all sorts of club, volunteered on Saturdays, and went to the gym three times a week. Slowly, your life was being sucked right from you. 

“May I come in?” A knock reverberated your room, shaking you out of your thoughts and anxiety. Straightening your poise, as you identified the voice, you let out a hum to greet your boyfriend. 

“Good afternoon,” you greet. The red head cast a smile your way, and dropped his belongings on the corner of your room while striding towards you. He was still clad in his uniform jacket and trousers and still absolutely gorgeous. You still couldn’t fathom why someone like Akashi chose you: a nervous wreck. He seemed so calm and collected all the time that it made you nervous just to be around him. 

“What’s wrong?” He’s caressing your cheeks, rubbing the pad of his thumb under your eye, wiping away a tear. Another tear rolled down your cheeks and onto your lap. Soon, you were sobbing and clutching at his shirt, and he gently pulled you closer to him, whispering soothing words and patting your back. You were blubbering nonsense and even you couldn’t comprehend what you were saying but Akashi seemed to understand the gist and nodded at what you said. Once you’ve calmed down, he wiped away the remaining tears and kissed you, harder than usual but it was still soft and soothing. 

“I’m so tired, Seijuro,” He nodded, still holding you close to him. It was upsetting him to see you worked up and recently, even he was a little worried at the lack of sleep you had been getting because of your workload. Although he was busy as well, he had a little more training in time management since he was a child due to his stern father. Being overwhelmed was something he could relate to. 

“Rest, _______. You haven’t been getting enough sleep lately and you need to take care of your body. Please,” he added for effect when he saw how reluctant you looked about his advice. Slowly, you made your way over to the bed, still clinging to Akashi’s arm and laid down. He was about to leave the room to go get you some tea when he felt a tug at his sleeves. Looking down, he saw your crimson face and smiled. 

“Can you stay for a while?” He nodded and tucked into bed with you, pulling the covers over your body. He placed another kiss on your lips and on your temple before slinging his right arm across your waist, tugging you closer. You snuggled into his warmth and let out a breathy sigh. You finally felt at ease and slowly let your worries disappear. 

“Please don’t leave me,” you mumble out before falling into slumber. You didn’t get to hear his reply, but you knew he heard you and that’s what mattered. 

“Rest, love. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Hey guys! 

Just a quick update to post a fix for this desk chair from this post. I seem to have completely forgotten to do the LODs. I’ve fixed it and if you are interested in re-downloading the chair just put it into your mods folder and replace the old one. Sorry ‘bout that! 

Enjoy and Happy Simming!



Summary: After having a nightmare where he couldn’t save you, Bucky takes it upon himself to make sure you’re always safe. Based off a request sent in by @snuggleducky 

Word Count: 1,953

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is fluffy and cute. I hope you all enjoy it!

Originally posted by oursisthefvry

Cold sweat running down his face, Bucky flung the sheets off his body and staggered out of bed. Clutching his chest with his flesh hand, he let his nails dig into his bare skin, anchoring him to the present time. He blinked repeatedly, eyes quickly getting used to the darkness around him, the moon just barely peeking through the blinds.

Heart beating rapidly, he took a deep breath as he padded across the room and made a beeline to the kitchen. It was easy enough to pry open the refrigerator and grab a cold bottle of water. Bucky almost broke it as he tore the lid off and brought it up to his lips, gulping it all down within seconds.

He leaned against the kitchen counter using the heels of his hands, body curving slightly as he stretched, got his body used to being awake after being stuck in deep sleep, in a nightmare.

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Bygones of the Sun | 03 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 7.8k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Taehyung's vlive: A summary

- half a million people watching him eat 2 burgers and fries (it made me so happy)

- him walking off for 30 seconds just to come back and show us some shirts

- Soft Jazz music playing in the background

- Turns on singing in the rain and starts dancing to it for about a solid half a minute

- 3 quarters of a million people seeing him spill liquid on his shirt and pants and watch him get up and wipe off his shirt

- walks away from the camera again and when he walks back into the shot about 20 seconds later he is buttoning up a new, clean shirt. I was shook.

- Turns on Frank Sinatra and then leans back in his desk chair and straight up makes eye contact with the camera lens for 25 seconds….and does nothing.

- long haired Taehyung

- glasses Taehyung

- messy eater Taehyung

Pushing Buttons (Part 2)

Steve x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Unprotected sex (wear a condom, pee after), oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, slight choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, bossy/demanding Steve, rough sex, mentions of being tied up, ass slapping. Also, swearing

WC 2794

AN: I told you there’d be a part two. I’m sorry I’m such a wordy mother fucker but it’s worth it. (so fucking worth it). Enjoy.

After Steve left, you took a long, hot shower. You needed to wash the mission off your skin and you scrubbed long and hard until you felt clean. Then, you turned the water as hot as you could stand it and just stood under the stream.

You had no idea what possessed Steve to kiss you. You were kicking yourself for not kissing him back but you had been shocked into inaction. One minute he was yelling at you, the next, his lips were against yours. You brushed a finger up against your lips trying to make sense of what had happened.

You were also stalling. You didn’t want to go down to dinner and face everyone. You were upset that you’d have to sit out the next three missions. Three! You could feel yourself getting angry again and you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself. You were also embarrassed at your behaviour. You had let your anger get the better of you. But, dammit, you still didn’t know why he was so pissed during the mission.

Eventually the water turned cold and you quickly dressed and headed down to eat. You were hoping it wouldn’t be a full house since you didn’t want to have to answer any questions but luck wasn’t on your side because almost everyone was sitting around the table eating together. As soon as you into the room, everyone stopped talking. You knew they had been talking about you and it made your skin prickle.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered under your breath, taking your seat.

“Sam told us what happened,” Wanda spoke, not unkindly.

He had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Really Wilson? You couldn’t wait for me to share?”

“I’m sorry! After I came to check on you everyone wanted to know if you were okay. It just came out.”

You didn’t respond, instead, choosing to ignore him and eat in silence.

“C’mon, Y/N. Don’t be mad.”

“I’m just impressed you got him to yell at you,” piped up Natasha from the other end of the table. “He never yells.”

“Lucky me then,” you replied, sourly.

Just then, you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” you turned around. “Does that count as subordination, too, Sir?”

Steve rolled his eyes at you, “No. That’s just you being a brat.”

You could feel your nostrils flare. Standing up abruptly, you picked up your plate, “I’m not that hungry after all,” you said leaving the table before you could get in any more trouble.

No one followed you out. 

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Strings // Jeff Atkins

A/N: In which I come out of hibernation @prettieparker86 

Named after: Repetitive dialogue. 

Come over.

You read the text over and over and over again, occasionally glancing at the time on your phone which read 12:42 am.

Booty call.

You tossed your phone back into your nightstand, turning over and shutting your eyes. Your phone vibrated against your desk, as though to mock you. You huffed, ignoring the texts that read


‘I can’t sleep’

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I Hate This (Part I) || Jughead Jones x Reader

Show: Riverdale

Request: N/A

Paring(s): Jughead x Betty, Jughead x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1728

Parts: Part II Ending I, Part II Ending II

Originally posted by fightingtheangels

Your POV…

It’s been weeks since Betty and Jughead got together. It’s been weeks since you talked to Jughead as well. I’ve been avoiding him like the plague. I’ve been avoiding all of them really. Archie’s tried talking to me but after so many years of seeing it, wherever there’s Archie, Jughead isn’t far behind. So I did what I do best, ignore and run. Betty and Veronica have tried talking to me but they get the same response. The only one I haven’t ignored is Kevin Keller, my best friend.

“(Y/N), talk to them. They’re going crazy trying to find out why you’ve been avoiding them,“ Kevin stood by my locker giving me the same spiel he has been giving me the weeks I’ve been avoiding them.

“Kev, I’ve told you this many times before, no. And you know why so don’t bother asking,“ I closed my locker while meeting his gaze. Over his shoulder, I could see the four people I didn’t want to heading our way, “I’ll see you in biology, Kev,” I walked away as quickly as I could from them.

“(Y/N)!” I ran around the corner and to my class at the sound of Jughead’s voice. I’m not facing any of them just yet.

Kevin walked home with me. He wanted to talk more about it and I finally agreed.

“Okay. We’re in your room. Why are you ignoring them?“ Kevin asked me.

“I’ve known Jughead, Betty, and Archie for years. I met them in fifth grade when I first moved to Riverdale. Whereas Betty and Archie were best friends, Jughead and I were too. Jughead and Archie are brothers. Archie was the only one to know I had a crush on Jughead and he used to make fun of me for it but Archie stopped because I got over Jughead.“

“Is there a reason for this backstory?“ Kevin threw himself on my bed in feign annoyance to get me to laugh. In result, I laughed but he also got a face full of my faux fur pillow. I faced him as I sat down at my desk just across from my bed.

“Yes there is. Archie told Jughead and Betty that I used to like him after I convinced Archie I didn’t like Jughead anymore. Well, Jughead and Betty laughed at me. Made fun of me and Jughead even said that he didn’t and probably wouldn’t ever have a crush on me. I played it off like it didn’t matter to me but I went home that night and cried because I still liked him. I thought I got over him over the years but once it came out that he and Betty were together, I did the same thing I did when he said that to me. I came home and cried,“ I got up and leaned against the sill of my window.

“You still like him,“ I could see all of the gears in his head spinning. I saw all of it clicking in his head.

“I guess he was right. He never liked me and he never will,“ I smiled softly at Kevin’s look of pity.

Kevin’s POV…

I stormed over to their table much to the disliking of (Y/N). I could hear her calling my name but I ignored it. I had a few things I needed to say to Thing 1 and Thing 2.

“Jughead, Archie, I need to talk to you too,“ I walked away with them following in tow.

“What’s up, Kev?“ I wanted to chuckle at the seemingly normal tone of voice Archie had.

“What’s up is that you two are pricks. No wonder (Y/N) doesn’t want to talk to any of you right now.“

“Wait, she told you why she’s ignoring us? What’d she say?“ I laughed at Jughead’s question because I wanted to tell them and call them out on their shit but it wasn’t my place. It also wouldn’t look good getting into a fight with my dad as the sheriff.

“It’s not my place to tell but you two definitely know why. Betty does too,“ I pushed pass them and walked back to (Y/N) who stood there with her usual poker face and her arms crossed, “Something had to be said, (Y/N).”

Your POV…

I wasn’t upset with Kevin for confronting them. I was kinda glad he did but I was also anxious because this would mean that they’d confront me about it asking why. That wasn’t something I was ready for but in all honesty, it probably wouldn’t be something I was ever ready for.

The day went on as normal. Them trying to talk to me, me avoiding them, and then me going home as quickly as I could to avoid all confrontation. Unfortunately for me though, the universe was not on my side. As soon as I got home, I got an hour to myself before Jughead came to visit me.

“Hey there, Juliet,“ I spun around in my desk chair at his voice before turning around and rolling my eyes. I still didn’t say anything to him, “Why are you ignoring all of us? And what did you tel Kevin to make him lose his shit on me and Archie?“ Jughead was probably already in my room sitting on my bed but I wasn’t going to turn around and find out, “(Y/N/N), come on. We’re best friends, why won’t you tell me what I did?” I couldn’t stop the cold scoff that came from me.

“I hate this, Jughead. I really do,“ I refused to turn and face him because I would lose it.

“Hate what, (Y/N)?“

“All of this. I just-“ what’s the point? This isn’t going to change anything, “Nevermind.“

“No tell me,“ his voice was concerned but it was also very strict in its tone.

“Why? What’s the point? Anything I say now can ruin our friendship. But it’s not like that matters. It’s not like it’s ever mattered,“ fuck it. I turned around and faced him with a burning in my eyes and a lump in my throat.

“It matters, (Y/N). You’re my best friend and I care about you. And it won’t ruin our friendship,“ I could see the hurt in his eyes but I still couldn’t bring myself to believe him.

“Really? You care? Is that why you haven’t put much effort in trying to talk to me? At least Archie, Betty, and Veronica stopped me multiple times in attempts to get me to talk.“

“What could I have said that they didn’t already?“ he was raising his voice at this point, something he rarely ever did towards me.

“Does that even matter? You didn’t even fucking try and yet you still call me your best friend. You know what, Jones, we haven’t been best friends for awhile. Not since Betty asked you to help her with the Blue and Gold. You stopped talking to me and hanging out with me as much, Jones. I wasn’t the one who stopped. And you know for damn sure that I wouldn’t have given up as easily as you did if our roles were reversed,“ the tears were flowing freely at this point and I don’t care anymore.

“What would I have done? Waltzed up to you and you would’ve magically talked to me? I know you, (Y/N). It wouldn’t have been that fucking easy otherwise I would’ve done it. And as for the whole best friend thing, you are my best friend. I just hung out with Betty more because she did the one thing for me that you couldn’t. Make me happy and calm every fucking demon in my head. You’re jealous of her and every one can see it. She’s everything you’re not-”

“Trust me, I know she’s everything I’m not, Forsythe. She’s smart and I’m not. She’s pretty and I’m not. She’s everyone’s friend and I’m not. I’m barely even yours. She’s the perfect girl next door with flawless, milky skin, blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and radiant smile. But I’m not jealous of any of that. I don’t wish to be her. I’m jealous of the fact that she took my best friend from me and made it look like you were never even my best friend in the first place. That’s what I’m jealous of, Forsythe,“ my tone was calm, my stature was calm, but anyone could see the pain I felt in my eyes as tears fell down my cheeks like it was raining.

“Are you sure?“ I hate the smirk that he was wearing as he got up and took slow steps towards me. It’s the one he wore whenever he knew something others didn’t, “I think you’re jealous of the fact that I love her and not you,“ that’s what did it. I froze as I felt myself going numb from his words.

“Fine. I love you and I fucking hate it. Are you happy now?“

“Then stop loving me-”

“I can’t! Don’t you get it? If I could, trust me, I would’ve stopped when I first started to. I’ve loved you for years, Forsythe. And I hate it so fucking much. I hated it when I told Archie years ago, I hated it when you all made fun of me for it, I hated it when you broke my heart, and I hate it now as you break my heart yet again. So I’ll say it again, I hate this,” I got up and walked towards him as my words were muffled slightly as I spoke through gritted teeth. I saw shock seep into his eyes as everything that was happening clicked.


“Save it. I think you said everything you wanted to. Don’t you agree? And I proved you wrong yet again. What I said ruined our friendship. Just go, Forsythe,“ I turned back to my desk and sat down in my chair.

“(Y/N), I-“

“Go,“ he sighed heavily before I heard him take his leave through my window. Once I turned around to make sure that he was gone, I walked over and shut the window, locking it as well. I could feel everything hit me all at once as I reached for my phone and called Kevin.

“What’s up?“ I couldn’t form a coherent sentence through my sobs but luckily, I didn’t need to, “I’m on my way.“


The year is 2054. I sit in my grotesque but useful antler rocker, staring out the window, knitting intentional blood spatter onto my favorite antler sweater. Hannibal has been off the air for many years, but lives on in our hearts and in every room of the home i built with my own hands from found animal bones and stage blood and printouts of nice things people have said about me on the internet. Tumblr, somehow, lives on.

I get up from my antler rocker and move to my antler desk and chair. I open my ancient laptop–it too, somehow, made of antlers– and find myself on the blue hellscape that has been my home since I was but a wee fandom grandma–one that hadn’t yet begun to understand the definition of Tired–to see that I have one new message. I click on my inbox.

Tag your bottom Hannibal!!!!! the anonymous visitor to my decades-old archive of shame demands. I sigh and go back to my window.

The King (3) (NSFW)

Originally posted by wovlerines


T’Challa x Reader

Summary: Sugar Daddy Art Collector T’Challa

Warnings: smut

A/N: Wanted to try to get another chapter of this out this weekend since I won’t be able to really write during the week (and because this idea came to me today and I wanted to get it down before I forgot).

It had surprisingly been more than a week since you had heard from T’Challa last and it was kind of starting to worry you. You had heard through the grape vine that he was out of the country but that usually didn’t stop him from at least texting you. Honestly, you guys talked so much that if it weren’t for the fact that you weren’t allowed to tell anyone about the two of you, you’d almost think you were in a real relationship. But your worries were squelched when you walked into your office and saw a huge bouquet of flowers waiting for you. There was no note on them but you knew who they were from. No one else would send such an over the top gift to you. For heaven’s sake, they took up half your desk, you had to give them their own chair just to get them out of the way.

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So Let The Love Tear Us Apart

this is a gift 4 my life partner @alrightevans as a congratulations for getting through her exams im proud of u, u dickhead xxxx

( love also to @prongsyouignoramus for her help )

Word Count: 3200


It’s been two weeks since Mr Evans’ funeral, James’ mum informs them sombrely she clicks on her left indicator to leave the train station carpark. Sirius shoots James a look, but James just stares out the window and counts the number of garden gnomes they pass.

(Nobody has garden gnomes in London, except Notorious Nick from halls in first year, and even then, he’d stolen them.

He’d let James help him go at them with cricket bats in the courtyard after exams. Smashing a ceramic gnome with a swing that would’ve scored a six was one of life’s finer pleasures, he’d decided.)

“How long are you boys staying for?” Euphemia asks, and this earns James another look from Sirius.

“Not sure yet,” Sirius says, but he’s still giving James that look, the one that tells James when he’s being too depressing, or too melancholy, and Sirius is this close to calling his mum about it. It’s a look that says why are you keeping secrets from us?

“A while, I think,” James says.

“Oh?” Euphemia tries to make eye contact with James through the rearview mirror, but he stares steadfastly at the back of the headrest in front of him.

“Is it alright if we go to Pete’s before dinner?”

She pauses, trying to weigh the situation. “Of course.”

James sits back and starts on the gnomes again.

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anonymous asked:

Lena constantly buying kara things because money isn't an issue for her and because she wasn't brought up in a loving family she tries to buy things to keep people happy. eventually Winn and James have to corner kara to ask if lena is her sugar mumMY which kara explains lena and her aren't like that they are just friends but then she realises maybe she should stop lena from buying her so much which leads to the sugar mummy conversation with lena.

“Sooo,” Winn draws the word out, twirling in his desk chair to face Kara. “Looks like National City’s favorite superhero has a new sugar mama!”

“What?” Kara blinks up at him confused and James wiggles his eyebrows from his perch in the desk. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how you-” he mimes throwing punches towards her abdomen, “Have a sugar mama.”

Her phone dings and she looks down to see a text from Lena.

*Are you going to be home for dinner? I’m going to pick up potstickers*

She grins before typing back.

*Sounds perfect! Ice cream?*

“Is that her?” Winn teases.


“Your sugar mama!”

“I don’t know what that is.”

Winn slumps over exasperated, but James helps her out.

“It ‘s like a really wealthy … friend, that buys you things in exchange for …  friendship.”

“That’s ridiculous! Lena doesn’t have to buy my friendship!”

“No, no, of course not, I wasn’t trying imply -”

“What James is trying to say is that a sugar mama is like a friend with benefits. Only with extra benefits because she buys you stuff.” Winn winks.

“I thought friends with benefits meant you were … you know sleeping together.” Kara can feel her eyebrows crinkle.

Win throws up his hands frustration and looks to James.

“Am I missing something?!”

James placates him with a hand on his shoulder and turns to Kara with a warm smile.

“It’s okay, we’re not going to judge you Kara - because she’s a woman OR because she’s a Luthor. She’s proven herself by saving you plenty of times.”

“I’m glad that you guys finally trust her, but we’re not sleeping together.”

“Hey, that’s cool! Taking your time before you get intimate in relationships is a good thing.”

“We’re not in a relationship though.”

Winn and James share a look that she can’t quite interpret.

“Alright, well; I’m gonna go do a lap of the city, make sure nothing’s brewing. I don’t want dinner to get interrupted. Last time Lena brought home potstickers there was a bank robbery right in the middle of an episode of Homeland.” She starts turning to leave but stops. “I’ll see you guys for game night tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” James promises, and then she’s speeding off, the thoughts of Chinese food already making her mouth water.

“Alex was right.” Winn says as he and James watch Kara take off through the sky light. “They have no idea they’re dating.”

Cute In It

Originally posted by aj-squidkid

57: “is that my shirt?”

A/N: I tried to find a gif of his instagram story of him drinking coffee in this shirt but alas. also THIS IS MY FAVORITE SHIRT??? I WANT IT! but okay oop this is from that request thing i rbed. warning for a suggestive joke at the end, nothing terrible just silly shit

When you wake up, sun is streaming in thin rays through the curtains and you can faintly hear birds chirping outside the window. There’s a warm arm around your side, holding you close to a broad chest, breaths making your head rise and fall gently against it. You pull back a bit so that you can look up at who the arm belongs to. Ethan’s still sleeping, mouth slightly open and head tilted back. You laugh lightly at how ridiculous he looks and reach up to card a hand through his hair

You run your fingers through his hair until, slowly, he opens his eyes blearily. Once he’s awake and aware he smiles down at you.

“Morning, Beautiful.”

You laugh, looking down to hide your face. “Good morning, Eth.” Rolling out from under his arm so you can lay on your stomach and propping yourself up on your elbows, you fix a playful glare on him. “I don’t know how you got me to stay the night. I remember being very intent on sleeping at my own apartment this time.”

Ethan smirks, reaching down to poke you in the side as he speaks. “I’m incredibly persuasive. Plus I have magical cuddling powers.”

“Yes, you most definitely do.” You hum, wrapping an arm around his stomach and laying your head back on his chest. From somewhere on his bedside table, Ethan’s phone chimes with the team chat ringtone and you groan. Rolling away from Ethan to grab his phone, you yank it off the charger and drop it onto his chest.

Ethan sighs, picking up his phone and squinting at the screen. “Ugh.” He drops his phone beside him on the bed, turning and grabbing you to pull you back against his chest.

“What’s happening?” You mumble into his shirt.

“Mark needs us all at the office in, like, an hour.” He wraps his arms around you tightly and drops his lips at the top of your head. “But I don’t wanna.”

You wriggle away and laugh at his pout. “Alright, grumpy. Time to get up.” Scooting to the edge of the bed, you stand and turn around to gab Ethan’s outstretched arms. He yelps a little when you drag him from under the covers until he falls out of bed and you laugh.

When he pops back up, Ethan attempts to grab you and drag you back under the covers, but you shove your fingers against his side and break free when he laughs and flinches. You run from the room and stumble into the kitchen, grabbing the bag of coffee grounds from the cabinet quickly.

Ethan runs after you but groans when he sees what’s in your hand. “Nooo! You beat me.” He slumps against the fridge and crosses his arms to pout.

You smirk at him, dropping in a filter and opening up the bag. “You can’t go back to bed once the coffee starts, that’s the rule.

Ethan sticks his tongue out at you as you finish up the coffee. You laugh at his silliness, ruffling his hair as you walk past him out of the kitchen. “I’m gonna shower real quick, okay?”

Ethan nods and you grab yourself a towel before you get to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, you’re showered and tucking a strand of wet hair behind your ear. You walk back to Ethan’s room and pull open the drawer that you’d begun to take over with your own clothes. You dress in a simple white t-shirt and your jeans from yesterday, but something feels off. You smirk, struck with an idea. Walking over to Ethan’s wardrobe, you pull a shirt off its hanger, and push your arms through it, not bothering with buttoning it. You look in the mirror and smile at the teal and yellow drawings jumping off the white button down. With one last rub of your damp hair with the towel, you straighten the collar and walk back out to the kitchen.

Ethan hears you enter, but doesn’t look up from his intense gaze at his phone. “Hey, babe, I made your coffee-” He looks up after finishing off his text and freezes. “Oh… Is that my shirt?”

You laugh at his wide eyes, dropping into the chair across from him and taking a sip of your coffee, prepared just the way you like it. “Yes it is, darling. It’s my favorite of yours, is that okay?” Your tone is playful but the question still stands. Is he okay with this? With very obviously stating there’s something happening between the two of you?

Ethan opens his mouth. Then closes it. His eyebrows knit together and he takes a deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s okay. It looks nice on you.” He smirks and you hide your smile behind your mug.

The two of you finish your coffee in a peaceful silence, shoving your chairs back once you’ve finished. Ethan goes to grab a jacket while you drop the mugs into the sink and rinse them. A few minutes later you’re out the door, fighting through LA traffic to get to the office.

When you pull up in front of the office, Ethan jumps out of the car and runs to the passenger side, quickly opening the door for you. You laugh and take the hand he offers to help you as he bows deeply and kisses the back of your hand.

“You’re ridiculous.” You laugh, batting his hand away. Ethan beams at you and something warm flutters in the pit of your stomach.

You follow Ethan to the front door, separating once you reach the office room so that you can work at your respective computers until the whole team is there. A few minutes later the door bangs open and you hear a deep laugh, followed by Amy’s soft giggle and the sound of nails on the hardwood floor. Chica bounds into the room a moment before her parents, barking happily at you then darting away to greet Ethan. Mark waves at you when he comes through the doorway, moving to drop his bag by a desk.

Amy begins to walk towards your desk but freezes. You see the realization dawn on her face and she gains a sly look. “So…” She drawls, reaching your desk and leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. “Would that happen to be Ethan’s shirt that you’re wearing?”

Mark perks up from behind his travel mug of coffee and Ethan peeks around the back of his desk chair. 

You shrug, smiling up at her. “I didn’t have anything cute at his place. I would have worn the same thing as yesterday but how much more “obvious walk of shame” can you get?“

Mark chokes on his drink and you snort, turning to see him practically do a spit take. Ethan’s eyes are wide and and embarrassed and he’s flushing quickly.

“That’s not- We didn’t… That isn’t what- AH!”

You laugh harder at that, dropping your head between your knees. When you look up at Amy she’s trying valiantly to hold back her laughter.

“He’s- He’s right, I’m kidding I swear,” You snort when you look at Mark again, who’s still red with coffee spilled down his front, “Sorry, sorry. But yeah it’s Ethan’s shirt.”

Ethan’s blush is bright as he attempts to sink lower into his chair and disappear.

“I think it looks cute on them.” Amy shrugs, pushing off the wall to pat her spluttering boyfriend on the back. Mark goes to take another sip of coffee, finally recovering, and Ethan sees his chance.

Twirling his chair around to face the group, he shrugs and says coolly, “It looks cuter off of them.”

By the time Mark can stop coughing after that, he’s so red you’re actually a bit concerned

VOMIT WARNING (I know some people don’t like that, so just a warning)

Because I’m spiraling into a Voltron writing obsession, here’s another college AU, based loosely on my own experiences ayyyyyy *finger guns*

(Also you should definitely send me some prompts because I want to write more Voltron but don’t know what else to write)

“So I was thinking we could-” Keith started, but was once again, for what must have been the hundredth time today, cut off by Lance.

“-Hey, have you guys seen that video?”

Keith and Hunk groaned in frustration.

Shiro sighed. “You did it again, Lance.”

Keith let out an exasperated sigh. “Lance! You can’t keep-Lance! I’m talking to you. Will you pay attention for like, FIVE minutes? Or even TWO?”

Lance snapped his attention back to Keith. “Hmm?”

Keith clenched his jaw, frustration bubbling in his chest. Lance was completely unable to focus. On ANYTHING. He had been distracted and disruptive all day, bouncing off the walls and going off on tangents that were completely unrelated to what anybody was talking about.

Keith was exhausted just trying to keep up with him. Even Shiro, ever patient Shiro, was growing frustrated with him.

“What’s WITH you today?”

“I…uh…too much coffee, I guess.” Lance said, glancing around uncomfortably before hopping out of his seat and grabbing all his stuff.

“Lance, what’s going o-”

“-I have to go do homework!”

Keith, Shiro and Hunk watched as Lance hurried off.

“What…was that?” Hunk asked. “I mean he’s always been…crazy but not like THIS.”

“Uh…coffee, apparently.” Shiro frowned.

Lance burst into his room, his heart pounding in his chest. He was just annoying everyone, but he couldn’t help it. He tried, he tried SO hard, but he was completely and totally unable to focus.

He had completely forgotten to take his medication this morning, and he didn’t realize it until nearly five PM, and by that time it was too late. If he took it now, he wouldn’t sleep that night, and he needed to sleep.

He knew it was a lost cause, but he was going to try and get some studying done.

Instead of studying, he found himself spinning in his desk chair, staring up at the ceiling to count the tiles.

While he was spinning, some Velcro from one of his projects caught his eye, and before he knew it, he was taping half of it to the wall, and half to his hands.

Keith walked in right as he was about to launch himself off the bed and onto the wall.


“Yes, roomie?” Lance asked, bouncing up and down on the bed lightly.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down!”

“I wanted to be SpiderMan.”

“You wanted to be spider-get down!” He cried, throwing his hands in the air. “I thought you were studying.”

“I was going to…but then I got sidetracked.” He said, slowly coming to a standstill.

“Okay, this,” Keith said, gesturing from the wall to Lance, “is NOT a good idea. Seriously.”

Lance sighed. “Yeah I guess you’re right - hey have you seen that video?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t…you need to be a bit more specific. What video are you talking about?”

“The…uh…guy who ate weed brownies and thought he was dead. Ooh! There’s this really good show on Netflix. The Flash, have you heard of it?Season one isn’t great, but it gets better. Have you watched it?”

Keith blinked. “No, I haven’t. Lance, are you alright?”

“Peachy. Why?”

“You’re all over the place, man.”

Lance’s face hardened, and he got off the bed and went to sit at his desk. “I told you. I had too much coffee.”


Keith sat on his bed, facing Lance. 

He watched as Lance struggled to calm himself enough to focus. 

He watched as Lance tapped his pencil on the desk incessantly and rolled back and forth in his chair while he stared at his laptop. He must have gotten up fifteen times to go walk to their mini fridge and walk back to his seat.

Then, Lance straightened in his chair and pressed a hand to his stomach. A grimace crossed his face and he stood up.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

“Stomachache.” He bit out, gritting his teeth as he climbed into bed.

Keith frowned. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I don’t…maybe.” He groaned.

“What happened? You were fine literally a minute ago.”

“I’m fine. Leave me alone.” He groaned, curling into himself as tightly as possible.


“-I’m FINE. This happens a lot. Leave me alone.”

“What do you mean?” He demanded. “Do you need to see a doctor?”

Lance let out a heavy sigh. “I have…nnngh…I have ADHD.”

“That…what does that have to do with your stomach?”

“I forgot to take my meds. This is a side effect.”

“Oh shit.” Keith said, his eyebrows shooting up. “Do you need anything?”

“I just need to…r-ride it out.” He groaned, gripping the blankets and writhing in pain. Sharp, stabbing, cramping pains were shooting across his abdomen in waves.

“Are you sure?”

Lance just groaned in pain, pressing his face into the pillow.

“Okay, I’m calling Shiro.”


“-it’s not up for discussion, Lance.” He said firmly.

Lance whimpered in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

Keith dialed Shiro’s number, keeping his eyes on Lance.

“Hey, Keith.”

“Shiro, we need you over here.”

“What’s the matter?”

“It’s Lance.”

“What happened with Lance?”

“He has a really bad stomachache…he’s writhing in pain in bed and I don’t know what to do.”

“Does he have a fever?”

“I don’t-Lance, do you have a fever?”

“No, idiot. I don’t have a fever.” Lance spat. “I’m not SICK, you don’t need to call Sh-Shiro…I’m f-ngggh.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t have a fever.”

“Give him something for the pain, I’ll be there soon.”

A wave of nausea rolled over him, and he got out of bed and made a b-line for the bathroom.

Lance slammed the door shut, and leaned over the toilet to empty his stomach. When he emerged from the bathroom, pale and shaky, Shiro was there.

“Are you alright?” He asked, pressing his hand to Lance’s cheek.

Lance batted his hand away. “I’m fine.”

Throwing up almost always brought relief when this happened. He felt mostly better, his stomach still hurt but it was nowhere as bad as before.

“You’re not fine.” Shiro said, shaking his head. Lance groaned, thoroughly irritated at all the attention he was getting.

Keith pursed his lips. “He says it’s a side effect from not taking his medication.”

Shiro frowned. “What? What medication?”

Lance clenched his jaw. “I have ADHD. I forgot to take my medication and that’s why I was so unbearable today.”

“Lance, you weren’t-”

“I annoyed you…I know I was.  I knew when I kept cutting you off.  I know how annoying I get when I don’t take them…I tried really hard to stop…to be normal, but I couldn’t.  I’m sorry.” Lance said, his eyes filling with tears. 

“Look,” Shiro started.  “I’ll admit…I was getting frustrated.”

“Me too, but dude, it wasn’t just that you were annoying.  We knew something was up, you’re not usually this…uh…”

“All over the place.” Shiro supplied. 

“Yeah, that.  You’re not usually all over the place like this.”

“We were just worried.” 

Lance looked at them.  “You were?”

Both Shiro and Keith nodded.  “Yeah.”

Lance sighed.  “I don’t really tell people,..ever.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell us?” Shiro asked. “We’re your friends. Did you think we’d judge you?”

“Well…yeah…kind of.” Lance muttered, bringing his eyes to the floor.

Keith shook his head. “Why would we judge you for that? So what? What…uh…is ADHD?”

Lance rubbed his forehead. “Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I can’t focus, basically. Look, as much as I’d love to continue this…health lesson…I’m exhausted.”

Shiro nodded. “Yeah…thank you though, for telling us. We don’t think any less of you, you know.”

Lance hung his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, thanks.”

“Get some sleep, feel better.” Shiro said, clapping him on the back. “Call me if you need anything else.”

Keith walked him to the door as Lance got back into bed. “Thanks, Shiro.”


I’m close friend with my teacher of history. He’s like between 49-55 I don’t really know, so anyways yesterday I went to his office while he checked some of his exams and I was sitting on his desk (literally the desk not a chair)

So he was asking about my life, and I came out of the closet and told him about my amazing girlfriend.

So, when he asked me where do I met her I told him about Thomas Sanders, and he was:

Teacher: Oh, he’s a guy from YouTube isn’t he? I have watched some of his videos where he pranks people.
Me: Yeah. He also have this videos where he explains things (I can believe I never knew).

So since we’re both historical nerds we watch the pacific one, at some point I told him the drama because I can’t believe they’re actually calling him a pedo because of the fact that he has younger friends, the videos of highschool, everything pretty much

And he told me this

Teacher: Yeah the highschool stuff is weird, but he’s an actor. I mean I can believe that a lot of older people can act as young people. But I kinda see their point to the young friends.
Me: *opens mounts ready to fight*
Teacher: That is what happens when you’re a male adult with young friends. We’re stereotyped as pedos lots of times. They believe that we’re machines with sexual drive that we can’t control. People actually believe we can’t have young friends, and while a part of me understand it, other part os deeply sad. That’s the reason whenever you came to the office I leave the door open. Or when we go to eat, I don’t sit next to you or I don’t pay the your meal, because people can believe I’m being mean to you… it’s sad but that’s how society work.