did i get ya

anonymous asked:

(haha this one is personal, I've actually asked this on two blogs, one didn't give but like one line, and the other never answered ;w; but I love your blog so I think you'd be good at working with this!) How would Big Bad Guzma react to a girlfriend who has to suck a pacifer to sleep, during anxiety or just randomly. Got any fluffy ideas? ❤ (I hope tumblr didn't cut off the top half I can't see it? oh well!)

I’ve heard of these things, yeah. Don’t worry, I’ll get ya, hope I did this well enough. (Also, Big Bad Guzma? Everyone knows he’s a pushover :P)

-He first discovered this when he came to bed late, after a day of training with Golisopod. He was confused, but decided to just slip in next to you to sleep. The next day, he asked you about it, and a quick explanation helped him understand everything.

-Since that day, he’s been the one to take care of your pacifiers, keeping them clean and germ-free. He even went out and got you a special one with the Team Skull logo on it, and was a bit embarrassed to give it to you, thinking that it was corny or cheesy.

-After a moment of public ridicule, where Guzma was *this* close to going off on someone that poked fun at you, he made every Grunt use a pacifier whenever they were out and about with the two of you, in order to deter anyone deciding to be rude. The Grunts wear them under their bandanas.

~Mod Sun

Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
—  Nicola Yoon, The Sun is Also a Star

i think one of the reasons that i like cal so much is that he has ambitions and goals and dreams outside of mare


What’s wrong? What happened? Why are you all doing that? John? Did I do it wrong?
No, you didn’t.  C o m e  h e r e .

  • *McCree walks into kitchen*
  • McCree: Where did ya get that donut?
  • Genji: I simply found it in the fridge. Why?
  • McCree: Oh lord, did you not see the name of the box?
  • Genji: … Uhhh?
  • *Hanzo walks into kitchen*
  • McCree & Genji: …….
  • Hanzo: …. Who took my donut?
  • McCree: See ya kid, I gotta split.
  • Hanzo: You did not only disgrace my honor, but my stomach’s honor.
  • Genji: Brother, I can expla…
  • Hanzo: Ryuu-ga Wa-ga-TE-KI-WO, KU-RA-U!!!!
  • Genji: OH SHIT!
  • Submitted by charleswtjr

welp it seems that i now ship these two 



I’ll take anything

Meet and Greet

pairing ; washington x reader

summary ; a little workplace meet and greet with the rest of the hamilsquad.

words ; 1490

warnings ; annoying charles lee; cursing (damn i shouldn’t cuss so much)


When most look at George Washington, CEO of American Enterprises, they think brooding, they think mean, they think power.

Everyone who worked underneath him, or in Alexander Hamilton’s case of beside him, knew this. They, of course, thought the same, because Mr. Washington was not one to joke around with, and he was not one to reflect rudeness on just because you happened to be having a particularly bad day that day.

The philosophy at work went something like this ─ if he’s got a straight face, today’s going to be a good day. If he’s got a frown, it’s not going to be so good, and if he’s got a smile, hell itself has reigned upon Earth and the world is ending as we know it, so PREPARE FOR IMPACT DAMNIT.

Simple, really. And if you’re the reason he’s got a frown, be prepared to feel the wrath of all your coworkers because “goddamnit I have things I haven’t done yet and Mr. Boss is going to be on my back until I get them done by the end of the day. How could you do this?”

That happened quite frequently for Charles Lee, as well as any insubordinate employee, and Alexander himself has irked the boss to the point of being excused for the day just so George could get some time to think about what Alexander was going to do tomorrow.

Charles Lee often faced the utter wrath of George Washington just because he was so dumb, and so presumptuous and arrogant that he couldn’t get his damn head on straight. On multiple occasions, he’s been dismissed for the day and told by Hamilton that he would like to fight just so he could “learn the fucking lesson.”

Lee always took him up on these offers, but Washington always pulled them both out of it before he was forced to fire them for fighting at the workplace over something as stupid as words.

But, back to Washington, he was scary. That was the way clients described him when they walked in to talk to lawyers and adjusters, or when they had to call him personally because whatever adjuster or lawyer they were assigned wasn’t understanding their problem.

James Madison and Thomas Jefferson were the ones to find this out, deciding to conduct a “General Census.”

Furthermore, everyone knew not a thing about their CEO’s personal life. He never shared it with anyone, simply because no one had the guts to ask, and he would no doubt just leave your question hanging in mid-air, as if he didn’t hear it.

There was no ring on his finger, so most had just assumed he wasn’t in any type of relationship. And with the one picture frame on his desk that depicted him and what he said was “family,” the assumption still stood.

That was, until someone came in to see Washington. It went into PREPARE FOR IMPACT mode because he smiled at this person, when normally, if it was a client, he would just give them a nod and a small quirk of the mouth.

It was a girl, with h/c hair and e/c eyes, and a extremely smiley but shy personality. It was strange to see someone like that make George smile, especially because he was the exact opposite of that. He didn’t smile, and he wasn’t shy in the slightest ─ he simply knew how to take charge and speak his mind when necessary, as well as raise his voice loud enough to quiet an entire football stadium, let alone scare a bunch of workers into silence.

They went into his office, and about thirty minutes later, they came out. She was wearing a ring, and he was standing beside her with a soft smile on his face. “Can I meet them?”

“Yeah, but I do have to say, they are nothing special,” Washington warned.

“I’m sure they’re more than you say,” she leaned up and kissed his cheek, surprising Alexander as he looked up from his papers. Before she walked away, Washington grabbed her hand and pulled her against his chest, leaning down and giving her a few quick pecks ─ almost making Alex drop the papers in his hand and screech.

When she turned around, she looked about the room before spotting Alexander and trotting up to him. “Hi,” she said, sort of shyly, “I’m Y/n.”

“Alexander, Alexander Hamilton,” he whispered, looking over her. She was truly beautiful, which made him question how George Washington could get someone like her.

“You’re Alexander? Cool! George says a lot about you,” she giggled slightly, flicking her hand behind her to motion to the boss.

“Oh,” was all he could manage. He couldn’t stop looking at her and thinking about George and her. “No way.”

“Alexander? Are you okay?”

“Huh?” He snapped out of his reverie and shook his head, smiling warmly down at her, “Yeah, yeah, sorry. I’m fine, just… surprised, is all.”

“Surprised?” Her genuine curiosity caused her e/c to sparkle and a small quirk to make itself apparent at the tip of her lips.

“Yeah… how did– why– George?

“What about him?”

“You and George… how?

“Oh,” she laughed again, “I don’t know. He’s just… him.”

“Exactly,” Alexander tried to reason. “He’s him, and you’re you. You’re beautiful, a definite eleven, and he’s, well, no offence, but he’s definitely a solid six.”

She laughed quite heartily that time, her finger curving over her top lip and her torso reeling back, “I believe you’ve got those numbers mixed, hun, he’s definitely the eleven here. Also, thank you.”

“Yeah, but,” Alex couldn’t find the words to finish, so he just sputtered to silence.

She smiled at him, placing on hand on his arm and saying, “I would love to hear more, truly. But, I’m limited on my time and I’d like to meet the rest of you guys. So, if you don’t mind, I can just get your number from George and we can meet up sometime?”

“Yeah, sounds good. And I suppose George will show you everyone?”

“Yes, he will. It was nice meeting you, Alexander Hamilton.”


She walked off and met up with the CEO, linking their hands and walking to meet the rest of the “Office Boys,” as George had dubbed them.

One by one, they all pretty much had the same reaction as Alexander, and all were a delight to meet. Then, they came upon Charles Lee.

George had never said anything but bad about Mr. Lee, so y/n tried her best to avoid him, but near the end of the meet-and-greet, as they were headed back to Washington’s office, he had stepped directly in their path.

“Ah, you must be the guest here today,” he pushed himself off the doorframe of Washington’s office, walking up and taking y/n’s hand to leave a much-longer-than-required kiss on.

“Indeed she is, Mr. Lee, but I’m afraid she hasn’t much time to talk, so if you could kindly─” Her fiancé’s voice was thick with annoyance, and she could practically hear the deep frown on his face, especially when Charles cut him off.

“Why, I find that quite difficult to believe, seeing as you’ve brought her around the entire building,” his eyebrow raised, as if challenging his boss to do something.

“Lee, I swear─”

“How unprofessional, especially in front of your dear friend.”

“Charles, I would love to, uhm, chat, but I’m afraid I’ve little time with my fiancé,” she felt the need to emphasize fiancé, strictly to get the message across that she were in no position to be swoon by another man, and that she was not interested in his advances. “So, if you would please get out of the way, that’d be great.”

“Fiancé? Mr. Washington, this is your… strange. But I suppose I will leave you to it, then,” he gave you one last smug smirk and walked away.

Scoffing, you turned around, looking around George grimacing, “Dickles Lee, more like.”

George held back his belt of laughter, shaking his head and pushing her into his office. “Dickles?” He asked once he closed the door. His smile was taunting, but his tone was more of just joking.

“Dickles, Mr. Washington. Dickles Lee.”

“Okay,” he looked up and let out another laugh, “whatever you say, love.”

He walked up to her and brought her into a hug, burying his head in her neck and smiling. They stayed like that in silence until she sighed and released him. “I must be on my way. I will see you tonight, back home. Love you, George.”

“Love you, too, y/n.”

She kissed him then walked toward the exit of his office. Opening the door, she stepped out, winked at him, then just as she was about to close the opening to the office, she heard him mutter, “Dickles.”

She quickly whipped around and yelled, “Dickles Lee, darling! Dickles Lee!”