doritos day

if you caught him red handed eating cake, he’’ll probably just squint at you and keep eating ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ aaaa also little birthday doodle for myself// toots confetti 

hamilton characters as things my teammates have said
  • alexander hamilton: wait no that was a mistake i didn't mean to pass to you- I DONT LIKE YOU
  • hercules mulligan: why do our uniforms have to be this color im crying eternally
  • john laurens: my 100 year old turtle is prettier than you
  • eliza schuyler: okay so i brought cupcakes for the other team too but i didn't know how many people they were so i brought like fifty and i dropped them on the way here
  • angelica schuyler: some kid just gave my five bucks not to score ima keep the money and score
  • peggy schuyler: WHY DOES NO ONE PASS TO ME I KNOW IM SHORT BUT IM HERE
  • king george: whatever peasants help me up you hoes
  • george washington: did your parents raise you to sit around and eat Doritos all day? doritNO
  • maria reynolds: [going up to a random stranger] do you have three bucks for the vending machine
  • philip hamilton: ew sports what is sports why do i play a sport i should've stuck to poetry - I SUCK AT THAT TOO
And I Drove You Crazy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One Shot ❤

A/N: Hey y'all! This is most likely the most sinful thing I’ve ever written. I had to take some breaks while writing 😂 but this is dedicated to the lovely, super awesome @diving-down-to-wonderland for her birthday! (HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY HUN!) I hope you like it! ❤❤❤
- Delilah ❤

And I Drove You Crazy: Reader’s bike needs to be repaired asap, leading her to come across an insanely gorgeous mechanic whom she may or may not want to bang the second she lays eyes on him.

Warnings: SMUT! Semi-Public sex. Unprotected sex.

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Amaze Me

Barry Allen x Reader

Prompt: “It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.”
Word Count: 887
Rating: PG
Warnings: barry is a nerd™
Requested? Yes

Barry sat in his chair, typing away at his computer. For the past five hours he had been staring at these equations and trying to solve them, but every time he thought he made progress, he was set back again. It was supposed to be simple enough; make a few upgrades to his suit and see if he could finally figure out a way to increase his speed. Thinking back on it now, Barry realizes that the idea was not simple at all. Sure, the suit part was easy, but finding a formula to increase his speed? Nearly impossible. A knock at Barry’s dingy garage door caused him to snap out of his thoughts.

“Barry, it’s me! I brought food!” Your voice spoke from the other side of the door. Barry smiled and hopped out of his chair to open it. It took a few moments of fumbling with the lock to get it to open. You stood there, a bag of McDonald’s in one hand and a smile on your face.

“You are literally the best person ever.” Barry chuckled, taking the bag of food out of your hands. You nodded and entered the room. You slipped off your coat and threw it over one of the chairs at one of Barry’s (many) cluttered tables.

“I figured that you’ve been stuck in this dark warehouse all day and you could use some food. I’m assuming you’ve eaten, what, Doritos and lemonade all day?” You chuckled, lifting up an empty Doritos bag. Barry took a sip from his lemonade and turned around, hoping to avoid having to answer that question.

“This formula has been putting me through hell all day. Well, five hours, so technically not all day, but it feels like it’s been all day. I can’t figure out a way to create an equation that would allow me to increase my speed without completely obliterating my body and/or somehow messing up the space-time continuum.” He explained. You looked at the screens at Barry’s desk; each held a complex math equation or a diagram explaining the ‘speed force.’ That was what Barry had decided to name it.

“Lemme see the equation.” You said, poking at Barry’s shoulder. He turned to you with a look of shock on his face.

“(Y/N), you’re an amazing person and incredibly intelligent in other areas, but I doubt that you are going to be able to solve this equation. It took me a full three months to even form it. I’ve had to input thousands of calculations based off my speed and had to create an estimate for the full power of the speed-force. You only know what I’ve told you about the speed-force, there are millions of other things. I have data in hundreds of notebooks. So, I apologize, but I highly doubt you would be able to solve it.” He spoke. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Is this a challenge? Alright, Allen, out of the chair. Let me show you how incredibly wrong you are.” You shooed him from the chair and took a seat in front of the large monitor. Barry stood next to you, his arms crossed as he watched you examine the equation. After looking at it for a few minutes, you grabbed his notepad and began to take notes furiously.

“What? What is it?” Barry asked. He attempted to look at the notepad in front of you, but you shoved him back a bit.

“Let me work! I’m going to use a Barry Allen quote here, ‘I can’t think with you in my area.’ So shoo, Allen! Go watch Rick & Marty or something!” You waved him away. He sighed, strolling over to his first favorite chair and watched the TV show as you scribbled away. Every moment or so, Barry would glance over to you. Your eyes were flickering between the notepad in front of you and the screen. After thirty minutes, you threw down the notepad onto the desk.

“Done!” You smiled. Barry hurried over from his chair, a look of disbelief on his face. He picked up the notes and scanned your math equations.

“This-this correct. But how did you-what did you…” His voice trailed off and he looked at you, still in shock. You sat back with a smug smile on your face.

“What can I say, Allen? It’s a hobby of mine to prove you wrong.” You shrugged.

“But you have to explain it to me! You told me you aren’t even good at math! That was one of the first things you told me!” Barry exclaimed. You hopped out of the chair and grabbed your McDonald’s bag off his lab table.

“That would be wrong again, Barry! I never said I wasn’t good at math; I said I didn’t like doing it. If you must know, I went to college for mathematics. Graduated with a bachelor’s degree, thank you very much.” You tapped his nose with one of your french fries before taking a bite out of it.

“You never cease to amaze me, (Y/N), you know that right?” Barry chuckled, turning to face you.

“Trust me, Barry, I know.” You shot a wink in his direction. Barry ducked his head down as he felt heat rise to his face. It was true. You amazed him.


i havent written in a while and i loved this prompt!! hope you enjoyed!

You Do It (Rogers/Wilson/Barton/Stark)

Request: Maybe Steve being terrified for fatherhood and not taking it well; and going to the men of the house for comfort and to talk sense into him.

You had been at the hospital for only ten minutes, and Steve was already in a full-blown panic, breathing far too quickly, wringing his hands together until they stung and his skin was rubbed to the threat of tearing under the strain.  The nurses were settling you into your room for the delivery of yours and Steve’s first child, and only now did it become clear to the man that this was actually going to happen.  He had been in an oblivious state of excitement and wonder over the last nine months, never once stopping to allow the reality in, and now that it was practically slapping him in the face, he was scared to death.

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He’s a Myth {Michael Mell x Reader}

request:  anonymous: Sneezes Mer!Mell x Reader,,,,,
Oh my god, yes????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My sweet boy?!?!!?!??!!! All perfect and mer-mazing?????
There’s gonna be a part two, based on how this first part is received.

warnings: some swearing, but mostly cute stuff. 

word count: 3k


Mermaids don’t exist.
Silly fairy tales aren’t real, animals don’t talk, and happy endings? You could die laughing.

 

Once upon a time, your parents were happy. You’d lived in Connecticut, near the water, and every day, you’d sit out and just watch the way it moved and rippled, and you dreamed about what might be out there. Fish, for sure, of course, but what if there was more? What if those mythical creatures were out there, just looking at you the way you hoped you were looking at them? Magic was such a big part of your mind, and you just wanted to believe in them.

You were young and stupid.

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I Wouldn’t Call That Art (Deadpool x Agender!reader)

Request: frostedej said: Deadpool acting like a protective big brother with gender neutral reader? :3

He’ll be here soon, you told yourself, lying on your back on a jagged pile of debris from the building that had just toppled with you still inside.  Each breath taken was more difficult than the last, until you felt the stabbing pain of a lung collapsing under the strain.  You could barely move, but you managed to lift your head just enough to see the thin metal bar sticking out from the side of your chest, and you wondered how you were even still awake to have to suffer through this.  When you finally heard Wade’s voice calling out for you in the distance, after the span of an eternity had passed, you realized that this was what was keeping you alert enough; you needed to see him first if your body decided to let you die.

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