five alarm

a sterek fic inspired by this stupid thing because how could I not

It’s a common saying among Stiles’ friends that he doesn’t have a lot of dignity. To be perfectly honest, Stiles agrees with them (as much as he argues against the point whenever they bring it up).

But this is probably a new low.

Well, not new-new, because this is into the fourth week of the habit and if he was a better person, he’d have stopped by now. He’s not a better person in this instance, but he’s made peace with it.

‘It’ being watching his stubbled neighbour jog past his place every morning in sweatpants and obviously non-supportive underwear. There’s a lot of movement down there. A lot.

“I mean, with that much jiggle, he’s gotta know, right?” Stiles asks his window pane, behind which he’s fake writing on his laptop.

They’re not quite neighbours, there’s about half a block between them for which Stiles’ sanity is thankful. Otherwise who knows what ludicrous amateur spying would have occurred.

As it is, he is very thankful he accidentally set his alarm for five am two (it was four) mornings in a row, because now he knows that this is a morning ritual for his neighbour.

Today hot neighbour is wearing the cut off, grey sweats. They’re a personal favourite of Stiles’ (better than the dark blue ones, which make it harder to see) because it means not only can he get a clear view of his neighbour’s dick as it swings forward against the fabric, but also his sweaty, perfectly muscled calves.

Stiles sighs out and bangs his head once against the window pane, a small punishment that is also part of the routine.

What is not part of the routine, is hot neighbour looking into Stiles’ window, and seeing Stiles’ face smooshed against the glass, after which he trips, possibly in disgust, or just simple distraction.

Stiles’ first reaction is to panic. He pushes his chair back from the desk and slams his laptop closed.

His second reaction is that he should call someone to come help.

His third reaction is to realise that, hold on, he can go and help.

Stiles rushes out his front door and into the chilly morning air.

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anonymous asked:

please imagine the students that make deals for useful but completely irrelevant stuff, like idk some glittery nail polish for never stubbing your toe again, one backscratch for another (the student got unlucky and received theirs from something with very sharp claws) etc

My favorite kind of deal is the almost totally pointless kind honestly. No heartbreak, no fortunes made or crushed, just, like … your tea will always be the right temperature no matter how long you forget it, and in exchange you’ll always oversleep your alarm by five minutes. Or you give up your ability to whistle in exchange for always being able to find the coolest things in a thrift store clothing rack. It’s half just to say you’ve Done The Thing and half practice deal-making just in case.

Friends-themed Study Moods
  • The Monica: perfect posture sitting at a desk, colored gel pens in a cup, candles, homework in perfectly aligned stacks and clipped neatly on clipboards, Cornell notes, color-coded planner(s?) full of lists, dates from your syllabus input the very first day of classes, Pomodoro timers ticking in the background, highly focused with no music and no distractions, a bite of an Oreo as a reward for every page read, post-its for everything
  • The Chandler: instant coffee that's getting cold, Netflix playing alongside a Google Doc study guide, late night study sessions alone in a dark dorm room, constantly texting your best friend trying to help them pass and convinced teaching them is also helping you, responding to intrusions with sarcasm to hide happiness that hey at least this means it's break time, under a lot of stress but never quite enough to quit Netflix
  • The Ross: sitting in a library the first week of school, papers scattered all around in "organized chaos", reading ahead for your classes, a BIC ballpoint and yellow highlighter in your hand, losing points on assignments by overthinking everything and forgetting to answer the actual questions and then emailing your profesor, textbooks on the side that have nothing to do with the classes you're taking, dinosaur socks, debates everything and acts annoyed but definitely enjoys it, decaf coffee but if anyone asks it's a triple shot
  • The Rachel: studying with friends at Starbucks with a no whip mocha frappuccino, asking one another for help, making flashcards to quiz each other with, notes with purple pen and metallic gold for the headers, pop music playing over headphones, every Mildliner in your Kipling 100 pen case, hair up in a clip, planner that you fill only around exam time, doodles on everything, somehow finding yourself on pinterest or online shopping
  • The Joey: midterm? there's midterm?, cramming the night before, texting friends for help but they're all asleep (except maybe Joey), energy drinks and junk food, scrawling notes out in pencil on scrap paper even though you'll never have time to review them, watching Khan Academy and other Youtube vids on 1.5x speed, migrating to work on your (unmade) bed even though you know it's a bad idea, waking up without realizing you even fell asleep and then setting five alarms for the morning, understanding the fact that you do well under pressure
  • The Phoebe: messy buns, sitting outside either on a picnic table or the grass, you can be alone or with friends you'll do fine either way, rings glinting in the sun, losing track of time, snacking on nuts, an 8tracks playlist of indie alternative music mixed with some electro everyone's surprised about, you don't show off how much you know so you're constantly underestimated, coming up with rhymes and mnemonics to memorize things, pressed juice in a reusable bottle as well as some tea in a old pasta sauce jar, essential oils, Tumblr during study breaks
Puts her hands on my hips,
says, “Indulge me.” Her lips
are as full and as soft as her–well–
so I step, and she tips,
and she twirls and she dips,
and her laughter will send me to hell.

And I’m thinking that she’ll
be the death of me. Still
I am caught; I’m enraptured, entranced.
She’s the way to my will;
I was sleeping until
she got up and she asked me to dance.
—  “Five Alarms”

pairing: lin-manuel miranda x reader

prompt: lol u both try to surprise each other at the same time

warnings: swearing, fluffy (v sweet!!! you might get a toothache!!!), suggestive ;)))))))) 

words: 1,783

a/n: i !!! love !!! this !!! i’m gonna do a laf one like this kinda soon. pls feel free to leave requests! i love the ones you guys have been giving me xoxoxoo lemme know whatcha think/like/want 

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“Three cream, two sugar, please.” You told the barista looking up from your phone. You smiled slightly when your eyes returned to the screen. Lin was up and retweeting his favorite Tobillo photoshops. Checking your watch, you realized you were 30 minutes early to work and decided to enjoy your coffee at the cafe; sitting down at a rounded table.

You thought for a minute before setting to work, cropping a photo of Ariel with Tobi’s face before sending it in. Lin almost immediately quoted it, saying:

Bahahhaha this is why I love Y/N. Aren’t you late for work?

You instantly smiled, tweeting back:

@Lin_Miranda I’m early actually

He fired back:

@Y/N that’s a first ;)

You rolled your eyes. A moment later, you had a text from Lin.

from: lin

i miss u :,(

to: lin

pls don’t make me cry i’m in public

from: lin

i’ll be home soon!!

to: lin

you told eliza that too and then you went off and fucking killed urself

Lin laughed aloud, causing a few people in the sound room to look up to him. Blushing feverishly, he texted back.

from: lin

true. but i guess that makes it a good thing that i modeled you after jefferson and not eliza. who else would be so…

You laughed at Lin’s teasing remarks. Still, you wished he were hear to tell you them in person. Biting back, you responded:

to: lin

you’re so full of yourself

from: lin

you would be full of me too if i were home

You immediately check over your shoulder to make sure no one saw that, cursing yourself as your stomach twisted and a blush flooded the back of your neck. You squeezed your legs together as you responded.

to: lin

how many days till you’re home?

from: lin

just over a month

from: lin

so far to many

You sighed, picking up your coffee and heading to work. Long distance sucked. You missed him constantly. It’s not like you were mad at him for committing to Mary Poppins; the opposite, actually. You had never been so proud of your boyfriend, you just wished that your job allowed you to see him more.

Still, when he posted a picture of himself at the BAFTs, you couldn’t help it when you bought a plane ticket for the following Saturday to surprise him.

That night in Europe, Lin FaceTimed you off his Mac, instantly greeting you with a smile.

You couldn’t help but notice the bags under his eyes from working so hard. It was late, too: maybe 11. Lin usually didn’t stay up much later than nine, but he really wanted to see your face after work today. He was in bed, the computer on his lap, dressed in boxers and a blue tee.

You felt the tears well up in your eyes as you saw his face. The two of you talked every day, but you only FaceTimed once or twice a week as a result of your schedules.

“I miss you,” the two of you said at the same time. Lin threw his head back in a laugh, a giggle escaping your own lips as you poured yourself a glass of water.

“Tell me about your day,” Lin said.

You instantly fueled his request with stories of weird encounters at the hospital you worked at. Lin listened endearingly to each one. He told you about how much he was learning and how happy he was. Throughout it all, however, he never made it past five minutes without telling you how much he loved you.

As it two in the morning for him and eight for you, he yawned.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, babe. Get some rest,” you said. He went to argue but sighed when a yawn interrupted him.

“I love you,” he said.

You smiled, “I love you too.”

Across the ocean, Lin hung up the FaceTime and grinned to himself. He was beyond tired, but despite his mind’s need for sleep, he went onto Delta airlines and booked a flight to New York for next Saturday.

The weekend came sooner than you expected. Maybe it was your excitement to see him, but before you knew it, it was Friday evening and you were packing a bag and setting an alarm for five a.m.

Lin was doing the same in Britain, adding your favorite sweatshirt that he had forgotten to leave for you at home. He smiled to himself, thanking the front desk man as he left the building.

“I’ll be back on Wednesday,” Lin said, practically skipping to the cab outside.

You drove yourself to the airport, working your way through customs before settling down on the plane. This time tomorrow, you thought, you’ll be in his arms.

Lin boarded his plane, the grin never leaving his face. He was so close to being with you, he couldn’t wait. This time tomorrow, he thought, you’ll be in his arms.

You didn’t get as much sleep as you were hoping to one the jet, but you immediately felt rejuvenated at the thought of being with Lin in just over an hour.

Lin on the other hand, managed to sleep the entire way. He walked sleepily off the plane, slugging his backpack over his shoulders. JFK was huge, but he knew it like the back of his hand, weaving in and out of people to get through customs. Lin was was speed walking towards the parking lot where his Uber was waiting. He kept his hood up to avoid too much attention, grinning to himself when he saw the same model of your car.


That was your car. He double checked the license plate, confirming it was yours. What were you doing at the airport? Did you forget to tell him you were leaving the state? Even then, you always texted him before your flights. He checked his phone, making sure it wasn’t still on airplane mode. Nothing. Hoping you weren’t in the air, he called you.

In Europe, you had just walked into his apartment complex, waving to the bellman as you walked up the stairs.

“I’m surprising my boyfriend,” you explained. The man nodded, ushering you forward.

You felt your phone jolt. Lin.

Grinning, you answered the phone, “Hello?” You asked innocently.

“Where are you right now?” He asked suddenly. You almost laughed.

“Why don’t you open your door and find out,” you smirked, leaning up against the wall outside of his apartment.

“What? I’m not home,” he said.

Your brows furrowed, “It’s like, ten at night. Where are you?”

“Where are you?” He questioned.

“I’m, uh, outside your apartment,” you mumbled.

You heard him groan, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You frowned slightly before he continued, “I’m at JFK.”

“What?” You almost shouted, quickly lowering your voice to avoid waking up his neighbors.

“I was trying to surprise you.” He said lightly, making your heart ache.

“I was trying to surprise you too,” you smiled.

“I love you,” you both said in sync. Giggling, you asked what to do.

“I have to head home on Sunday, so if either of us fly home, we’ll barely get any time together,” you sighed.

You heard Lin huff, “But I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you sighed.

“Okay, uh - go down to the front desk and I’ll call and tell them to give you a key to my room. You can stay there, and I guess I’ll just go to the house.” Lin reasoned.

You nodded, “Okay. Will you water the herb garden?” He chuckled before agreeing.

“I love you, thank you for being so perfect,” you said.

“I love you more. I’ll see you in a month, mi reina,” He said before hanging up.

He hit his head against the seat of the Uber he had gotten into, groaning.

Monday came quickly, Lin had given you a few restaurants to go to, a museum to visit, and even had you stop into his office to meet a few people. It was amazing, but didn’t make it any less lonely.

Lin took the day to himself, walking into your favorite cafe with a grin on his face. He spent most of it at home, just hanging out. The only thing that would’ve made it better was you.

On your flight home, you were honestly a little pissed. You were tired and hungry and a little unsatisfied, for lack of better words. Both of you had made these grand gestures, and neither of you were able to see each other. It wasn’t fair. Snuggled up in one of his sweaters you had stolen form his closet, you tried to sleep until you landed.

to: lin

landed. thanks for a fun weekend :/ love u

You unlocked you car and climbed in, immediately jacking the heat. February in New York was not warm. Shivering slightly, you started your trek home. It wasn’t more than a 45 minute drive, but it felt shorter than usual.

Shutting the garage, you walked into your house, throwing your keys onto the counter. You glanced at your watch: 4:36. You weren’t particularly hungry, but got some popcorn to eat while you watched some TV before dinner.

You trudged into the living room, the bowl of popcorn in your arm as you checked your phone for texts from Lin; nothing. He was probably in the air -

“Hey, Y/N.”

You jumped, your popcorn falling to the floor and littering the carpet. Your head snapped up to see him. Lin. Sitting on the couch, criss cross applesauce.

“Oh my God,” you breathed.

Lin smiled as he stood up, “You didn’t actually think I’d let you go without seeing you, right?”

The tears in your eyes welled up and you thought your heart might explode it was beating so fast. You sprinted the last few steps across the living room, nearly collapsing on top of him. He caught you, burying his face in your neck, holding you in his arms.

God, I miss you.” He sighed. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears to stop.

“I love you so much,” you laughed lightly, backing away just enough to see his face. One of his hands left your back to brush away a stray tear before bringing it back to hold you as tightly as he could.

He smiled as you took his face in your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. You could feel his grin against your mouth as you tanged your hands in his hair, tugging slightly when he nipped your bottom lip.

He pressed his forehead to yours, “I love you too, mi reina. I love you too.“

yoda initially refusing to teach luke in empire is so fucking funny with the added “context” of the prequels… luke is like, “hey i’m sure this soup is delicious but i’m not really hungry so can we please get a move on here i feel like we’re wasting our time” and yoda just… sighs gravely and turns away and summons obi-wan’s spirit and is like, “i cannot teach him… much anger in him… like his father” like yoda PLEASE chill all he did was refuse your five-alarm chili and you’re already having flashbacks to anakin slaughtering a roomful of children

mariacchi  asked:

hinata,kindaichi,daichi,kageyama's S/O is sleeping with their team sweatshirt and they need it so they unzip it, only to find their S/O isn't wearing anything underneath? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

Hehehe this is cute, and low key I love Kindaichi (or rather making him horrifically uncomfortable) so this was fun! Sorry this took so long, though
~Admin Emma

Hinata will be the most likely to wake you up on accident. He’s usually OK with you borrowing his team jacket, but he needs it, and he’s usually pretty delicate with taking it off, but once he sees that bare stretch of skin he can no longer control his volume. He makes a sound somewhere between a yell and a squawk, and you likely think he just fell out of bed again. He wants to take it further, but he has practice soon and he really doesn’t have time, regretfully (you’ll end up paying for it later).  

Kindaichi just freezes, poor child. He’s not entirely sure what to do or how to go about doing it or how his limbs are supposed to work and have his hands always been this sweaty? He just stands, staring, until his “leave right now and you might be only five minutes late” alarm starts going off, waking you up. Feel free to tease him about this, because he will make it very worth it later.

Daichi usually wakes you up, but he kept you up late the night before, so he doesn’t want to disturb you. Once he gets that zipper down, he really likes what he sees, but he gets it off you and a blanket over you as quickly as possible–ogling you in your sleep isn’t cool–but he really enjoys the warm fabric against his skin, knowing it was against your skin. His teammates will occasionally catch him sniffing the collar of his jacket all day, and he’s low key thinking what he’s going to do to you later.

Kageyama has lost the ability to can. Without you to reassure him or guide him, he just gets peek and dies a little inside? He ends up going to practice without his jacket– he can’t bring himself to leave you naked. In his bed. Where he sleeps. He can’t stop thinking about it all day, either. If anyone asks him about it, he shouts something vaguely incoherent and very garbled before grabbing the nearest spiker for practice. He’s distracted most of the day.

Originally posted by 50shadesofjaredleto

It was dark outside but it felt darker in my mind.
I sat outside looking up into the sky, I became jealous of the twinkling light from the stars amongst the black background. I wished that’s what it was like, I wished that’s what it felt like in my mind, that even through all the darkness there were specs of light.
I pressed the home button on my phone checking the time, 2am.
I let out a heavy sigh and made my way back inside the apartment and back into bed. Bringing the blankets up to my chin and my knees curled to my chest, I close my eyes and try my best to fall asleep knowing I have to be up in four hours to start the day. 

I groan as my alarm blares from the bedside, I grab my phone and snooze it. I roll on my back, rub my burning eyes and lay there until your alarm sounds five minutes later.
I bring my feet to the cold tile and proceed to the bathroom in order to start getting ready for the day. I throw my hair in a bun and apply a little amount of makeup before heading out the door in black jeans and a black t-shirt.

I pulled up to the coffee shop I worked at and headed inside, I get behind the counter and throw on an apron. The store doesn’t open for another thirty minutes but I let a few special customers in early to beat the crowd, paparazzi and fans.
The knock on the front door is my cue and I go unlock the front door and let the two men in, wearing sweatshirts and sunglasses like always. 

“Good morning Shannon, Jared.” I lock the door once they are in. 

“Morning.” Shannon’s tired voice is deep and he yawns right after he speaks. 

“Good morning.” Jared is a little more awake as he pulls the sweatshirt off and tucks his sunglasses in his pocket. 

I get back behind the counter and start their usual order, the old manager used to do this for them and she let me in on the secret once she moved and left me in charge.
Jared comes and leans on the ‘pick up’ counter while Shannon takes a seat at one of the tables close by. 

“You didn’t sleep again, huh?” Jared keeps his voice low. 

I roll your eyes at him, “You look nice today too, Jared.“ 

He pats his hand against the counter softly to get my attention, “You know I didn’t mean it like that, you always look nice but I can see it in your eyes.“ 

“Here you go Shannon.” I place the drink next to Jared’s arm ignoring his comments but I can feel his eyes on my every move. 

Jared picks up the coffee and takes it to Shannon who gives me a nod with a smile.
Jared makes his way back to the counter and leans forward on it again. 

“Why didn’t you call? I told you it doesn’t matter what time of the morning or night.” He lets out a sigh as I give him the look to drop it. 

“Here.” I set his cup down a little harder than usual. 

“Look, I didn’t mean…” I cut him off. 

I move so I can lean against the counter as well lean close enough so he can hear me whisper, “I know, but you have to stop this. I can’t run to you when things are bad, you won’t be here forever.“ 

I come back around the counter and Shannon gets up and follows me to the front door, he pulls me into a quick hug and says thanks for the coffee, he starts walking up the street. Jared stops at the door and pushes it closed, I can feel his stare as he is waiting for me to look up at him.
I break my stubbornness and meet his icy eyes. 

“Everything will be fine, whatever is going on up there.” He uses his pointer finger to gently tap my temple, “Will be just fine." 

He goes and catches up with Shannon and I leave the door unlocked for the day.


I had just met with my manager and she had told me she was promoting me because she was moving, I was excited about the position and the new income but she mentioned a few special customers that come in a few times a week before hours and she wanted to introduce us before she left. 

"OK, so they are big time and they love the our coffee big time. It’s usually two of them, they are brothers but occasionally the older one comes in alone and vice versa.” Kerri, my manager, tells me to sit at the table with her using her hands to motion the open seat. 

“Oh, ok. So what, what do I do?” I can feel the anxiety start to spike inside me. 

“Just treat them like regulars, they are regular people and we have created a really good relationship and I don’t want to lose that. You know 30 Seconds To Mars, yeah?” A grin appears on her face probably in response to my own facial expression. 

“You’re kidding?” My mouth is hung open and I can’t configure another sentence. 

“No, I’m not sweetie. For the next month I’ll have you come here early and I’ll let you make their drinks and meet them. They come, they get coffee and sometimes talk and then they go before we open to avoid the crowds.” She hands me a set of keys for the coffee shop, “It’s yours now. You’ll do great, ok? Everything will be just fine." 

We both stand and she pulls me in for a hug.
I’ve been working for Kerri for almost two years and we have grown to become close friends. This move wasn’t just hard on the business, it was hand on me personally.

The next week the Leto brothers come in everyday, the first day I was a nervous mess and thankfully they were extremely kind about it. They stayed longer than usual to talk and get to know me a little bit and to make me feel at ease.
They both were pretty quiet about themselves which is understandable.
The next few days go by and it definitely got easier to be around them but not necessarily easier to look at them.
Jared with the long ombré hair and bright blue eyes, even first thing in the morning they were brighter than the sky.
Shannon with his darker demeanor and hazel eyes that are much more piercing in person than in pictures. 

The month passes and things are going just fine between me and my new customers. They come in pretty constantly but they both gave me their number just in case they decide not to come in so I could sleep in if I wanted, little do they know sleep is an enemy of mine.
My personal spiral started after the first month, once Kerri left, I noticed it but I pushed it aside because really there wasn’t much I could do.
I slept a lot less or didn’t sleep at all, went to work came home and sat in my bed till the sun was visible again.
I added more and more makeup to hide the bags under my eyes, I hated taking sleeping pills but I needed it.
Three times a week I would take one as soon as I got home and the other four nights were restless.
This night was far worse, nothing would calm the voices and a pill didn’t even dull me.
I got up and threw on a sweatshirt, my body ached with every movement. I barely remember driving to the coffee shop, I don’t even remember unlocking the door or going inside. When my mind finally let me remember it was me tucked behind the counter. I sat there with my knees to my chest, my forehead pressed against them and my fingers linked together on the back side of my head.
I was sniffling, my eyes were shut tight and I could feel the ache in my chest start to become unbearable. I take a deep breath in and it’s shaky, I hear the front door open and I freeze hoping whoever it is will leave. 

“Hello?” Jared’s voice rang out.

I curl my arms around myself hoping he won’t see me, I hear his steps getting closer and he leans over the counter.
I hear him gasp and he quickly jumps over the counter, he crouches down next to me and his arm drapes over my shoulder pulling me close to him.

“What happened? Are you ok?” He pulls me into him tighter. 

He smells good, like a warm day and he feels warm against my cold skin. As his arms wrap around me a sharp inhale leaves me, I press my face into his chest as I sink down into him. His hands are griping my arms and he hums a soft melody above my head. 
He doesn’t ask another question and he doesn’t let go.
He just stays there with me behind the counter until I shift in his grip minutes later. He releases my arms and I sit back with my head against the counter, I can feel his eyes on me but I keep mine closed. I wipe under my eyes with my hands and leave them covering my face until my breathing calms. 

“I’m fine.” I finally whisper.

He shifts closer to me and pulls my hands away from my face, “Do you expect me to believe that?” His eyes meet mine.

I feel like the tears are going to roll down my cheeks again as he stares at me, I pull my arm away from him gently and he lets go.

“Look, or, or don’t look at me but listen. I’m here, right here. I haven’t known you long but it feels like I have, and I can’t just leave you like this. Let me get someone to cover your shift and I’ll take you out for the day, clear your head. Is that ok?” His hand moves to rest it on mine but he stops himself and puts it back on the floor. 

I nod, that’s all I can do and let out a deep breath. He stands up next to me and he reaches his hand down to help me up, I take it and he pulls me to my feet.

“Who should I call?” He looks around for any kind of employees names or information. 

“I-I can text someone.” My voice is barley above a whisper.

He nods and walks around the counter and waits for me, I follow behind him and we both leave through the front door and I lock it behind us. 
We begin a silent walk to his place, he puts his hood up and sunglasses on and gives me a faint smile.
I return with a half smile myself, he seems so inviting all the time and his smile draws me in more. 
We don’t say a word during the walk but it doesn’t feel awkward, it feels nice. 
We get to his place and I try not to be blown away by the size as he holds the front door open for me. 

“I’m going to get a few things, I’ll be down in a minute. You can have a seat wherever or help yourself to anything, Shannon isn’t here so don’t be scared.” He lets out a bit of a laugh as he runs up the stairs.

I walk through the house a little bit but I still get the nervous feeling so I just sit on the couch until Jared comes back down the stairs.

“Ready?” He pops up around the corner.

I nod, “Your house is gorgeous.” 

“So are the things in it.” He smiles and opens the front door for us to walk out. 

“I’d love a tour someday.” I walk past him and wait to follow his next move.

“So would I.” He says in a low whisper.

He nods his head for me to follow him, we walk around the front of his house and he presses a button to unlock the black vehicle parked in the driveway. He open the car door for me and then closes it once I’m seated, he walks to the driver side and gets in. 

“So, talk to me. Tell me things about you. Where did you grow up? What are your dreams? Favorite desserts?” He laughs and smiles at me and I join him with a soft laugh.

The car ride is full of questions that we pass back and forth to each other, nothing too personal but it was nice getting to know some of the small details of him. He was even more interesting than he looks.
We pull up to a beach and it’s completely empty, he gets out of the car quickly and opens my door for me before getting into the trunk of his car and pulling out a bright red blanket.

“You like the beach?” He stops in front of me waiting for my response. 

I nod, again, and he grabs my hand and starts running towards the water, I stumble with the first few steps and laugh, Jared looks back at me with a grin on his face, before we hit the water he drops the blanket. 
He continues to run and the waves hit us, I let out a small scream from the water being colder than expected. Jared never lets go of my hand as we run into the waves till the ocean water hits my waist. 
We stop an stand there, my black shirt and pants soaked and my hair falling out of the bun I had this morning. Jared’s t-shirt clinging to him and his jeans falling lower from being so heavy. 
A smile spreading across my face as the waves hit us lightly and the sun hits my skin. I look over at Jared and his eyes were already on me, he gives me a nod to head back and with our hands still locked we turn around and fight the water to get back to the beach. 
I slip and fall and we laugh as he hold me up, his hand wraps around my waist and I try to ignore the sensation it sent through my body. 

Once we reach the beach I take my shoes and socks off and he does the same, he throws open the red blanket and we sit in the center of it, he grabs one side of it and I grab the other to wrap it over our shoulders. 

“Wanna talk about anything in particular?” He doesn’t look my way, we both stay watching the waves.

I take a deep breath, “Thank you.” 

He chuckles, “You’re welcome.” He puts his arm around my shoulder and I rest my head against him.

A few moments go by and I can’t keep my mouth sealed, “It doesn’t happen all the time, it just builds up and well, eventually I break and then start over again. Sometimes it can take months, other times it takes days. I’m a messy person.” I can feel the lump in my throat grow as I realize how much I just let out.

"You’re allowed to be messy. People find beauty in the mess and that’s everything you are. Beautiful.” He turns his head to look at me.

I try to keep my focus on the ocean in front of us but I can’t, I look at him and as soon as our eyes meet his lips are on mine. I don’t push in and I don’t pull away, instead I close my eyes. It’s a moment of bliss, my heart beating fast and my body feels like it’s somewhere else. He pulls away and I open my eyes to meet his again.

”I’m sorry.” He stutters out but doesn’t look away.

“It’s, uh, it’s fine. Really.” I try to find the right words.

He lets out a sigh and turns back to the waves. I’m thankful he left his shoulder around me because it was starting to get cold, he pulled the blankets closer around us once he noticed.
We stayed there in silence for a few moments until he finally broke it.

“Are you hungry?” He whispers. 

“A little bit.” I whisper back.

He stands up and reaches down for my hand, I grab onto it and he pulls me up. He picks up the blanket and holds it under his arm as we walk back to his car, he tosses it in the trunk and opens the door for me again, I get in and he follows to the driver side.
The car ride starts out quiet, nothing awkward, just peaceful. 

“I think everyone has their own mess. I’m a mess too, I hide it as well. I’m not trying to say that my problems are yours but I just want you to know that you’re not alone.” He pulls up to his house just as he finishes his sentence. 

“I. thank you Jared.” I whisper back.

And that was the start of it all. That was the start of me falling in love with someone so completely out of my league but also someone I still had to see almost every single day, someone who I would constantly have to push away. He always seems flirty, more caring but he’s like that with just about everyone, so again, I push him away.

I finish the day at the coffee shop and get in my car to head home, I have four missed calls from Jared once I check my phone and my heart sinks and I roll my eyes. I never know how to feel about him.
I quickly call him back.

"Jared? Everything ok?” I ask as soon as I hear him answer.

“I’m great actually! I wanted to ask you if you were busy Saturday night? Not like a date or anything, we have a small concert just doing a few songs and then I was thinking we’d all go get some dinner. If you’re free.” He clears his throats as he realizes how fast he was talking.

"Actually that sounds perfect! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you guys play and I could use a night out. Don’t get weird though.” I laugh.

“I’ll have a car pick you up!” He ends the call with a click so I can’t argue with him.

Saturday comes around and I dress is torn up black jeans and a blue faded t-shirt with black boots, I wear my hair down for the first time in a while and apply a thin winged liner and a nude lipstick.
I hear a knock on the door and I peep through window, it’s the driver. I open the door and he’s professional and walks me down to the limo out front. I laugh to myself and get in the back of the limo as the driver holds the door open for me. Once I’m seated I pull my phone out and text Jared.

“I said don’t be weird. And here I am sitting in a limo.” I put my phone in my pocket as I’m sure he is in rehearsal.

The limo comes to a stop and it’s the back of a building, a studio. I begin thinking just how small this gif is. The driver comes around and opens the door for me, he tells me to walk through the door he’s parked in front of and then take the second left. I thank him and walk inside and make the second left.
I walk in the small studio and there are about thirty chairs set out in front of the small recording area that has its set spots for Jared, Shannon and Tomo.
There are a few open seats and I take one of the ones left in the front. I smile at a few people around and then the lights get a little brighter, the three guys come and take their place and the crowd of thirty sounds like hundreds.
Jared makes a few announcements about the recording and the songs they are going to do, he asks people to stay quiet until the very end because they are doing a live recording, he makes some jokes and then they start to play.
About five songs in Jared stops and pulls his phone out, people laugh and he smiles and looks up at me, I know he just read my text.

“I always knew there was something about you. I just need you to listen to these words of this last song and then tell me what you feel.” He slides his phone in his pocket and stared at me.

I can feel his eye on me and I also feel my cheeks go red from his text, I nod towards him so he knows I got it and the show continues.
The music starts and I instantly know it’s one of their cover songs. My heart sinks once the first few words leave his mouth, my entire being feels like I’m having an out of body experience and I can feel my throats going dry from trying to hold back the tears.

“Stay” by Rihanna, that’s the song that he wants me to pay attention to and I do. I listen to every word that comes out of his mouth and with each moment it becomes harder and harder to hold myself together.
The words flow out of his mouth, his voice is soothing yet the words are breaking down all my walls. His eyes are closed as he sings and when it finally ends his eyes open up to me.
I can’t help it, I get up and walk toward him the guards try to push me back but Jared tells them to let me through. I run up to him, tears falling down my cheek, and kiss him.
My arms fall around his shoulders and his hands pull my waist into him. He kisses back harder, our lips pulling apart and meeting back together again. A smile comes over him during the kiss and he pulls away slightly.

“There is definitely something about you and I need you. I think about you everyday and I hope you’re ok every second I’m not with you. I don’t want to fix you, I just want to be there to hold the pieces of you till you’re ready to be put back together.” He whispers against my lips.

I kiss him again, “I’ve always felt this way about you. I just never knew, I didn’t know how..” I whisper back but he cuts me off.

“Lets get out of here baby.” He pecks me once more.

The small crowd is clapping and cheering, Jared walks by them and signs things for the fans but his one hand never leaves my waist.
We walk out of the small studio, his hand still on my waist.
My thoughts seem like a mess but beautiful things are found in messes.


anonymous asked:

Robin and Starfire come home to find the other titans turned into babies. While Starfire is watching the others, Robin interrogates baby RavenRobin: Raven how did this happen?!Raven boops him on the noseRobin: Raven tell me!Raven hugs himRobin: stop being adorable and tell me!Raven sinks her teeth into his neck. Robin runs around comically while screaming, with Raven dangling by his neck. Starfire is unsure weather to intervene or laugh her head off.


It was probably Beast Boy’s fault.

Here, have more:

  • Baby!Beast Boy gets the hiccups and turns into different animals with every one.  Starfire records this and later (with Cyborg’s help, once everyone’s back to normal) uploads it to YouTube and it goes viral and Beast Boy revels in his internet fame with obnoxious enthusiasm.
  • A potty emergency has Robin and Starfire making a frantic trip to the grocery store to pick up diapers and also formula and do they need pacifiers too?  How long should we plan on this lasting?  Oh what the hell, throw the entire rack in there, we might need something.
  • They have a mini panic attack trying to figure out diaper brands.  What do these sizes mean?  Is there a significant difference in absorbency between brands?  WHY ARE THESE PACKS SO DAMN EXPENSIVE HOLY COW.
  • Baby!Raven starts crying halfway through the trip, which just leads to bottles exploding and cereal boxes bursting open and all sorts of chaos and Starfire has to take her outside to try to calm her down.
  • This leaves Robin by himself at the checkout completely mortified at the clerk’s raised eyebrow about the cart-full of baby supplies and being all, “I CAN EXPLAIN.”
  • (He doesn’t have to, Baby!Cy and Baby!Beast Boy are swatting each other’s faces in the cart’s baby seat.)
  • Baby!Cy is drawn to everything electric in the Tower and likes to pull things apart while they’re on and it gives Starfire heart attacks every time.
  • They don’t sleep for two days.  None of the babies are old enough to sleep through the night and they all wake up at different times in irregular intervals and Robin and Starfire just sort of give up halfway through the fifth consecutive wakeup cry and overload on caffeine and stake out the main room the whole night, Starfire mixing up bottles and bottles and bottles! of formula and holding and burping the babies while Robin is on the computer, calling for reinforcements and trying to research a reversal.
  • They are extremely irritable the next morning when Hive Five triggers an alarm and curbstomp them in like thirty seconds flat, WITH the babies strapped to them. (Because of course they can’t leave infants alone in the Tower, that would be irresponsible.)
  • (In all fairness, Hive Five didn’t exactly try their hardest because, “THAT IS A BABY WHAT THE HELL I CAN’T HIT A BABY.”)
  • Titans East eventually turns up to help–after Bumblebee has spent ten minutes on the floor laughing hysterically when Robin tells her.
  • Silkie gets ridiculously jealous of all the attention the babies are getting and pukes in each of their rooms to spite them.  The Titans are so busy they don’t notice until everything’s back to normal.  Starfire chastises him very firmly.
  • Robin semi-deliriously refers to Starfire as “Mommy” partway through the first night.  He has been up for eighteen hours, his brain is fried, and it just sort of slips out like, “Raven, please stop pulling Mommy’s hair.”
  • Starfire got a kick out of it and playfully started calling Robin “Daddy” in return.
  • It confused the hell out of Titans East when they arrived.
  • Baby!Cy fortunately doesn’t really poop but he spits up.  A lot.  Starfire takes to wearing a raincoat poncho.
  • Baby!Raven breaks so many walls and electronics and dishes and pieces of furniture when she cries that the Tower is almost completely wrecked by the time Titans East arrives to help.
  • Mas and Menos run with her out to remote locations until whatever she’s crying about has been fixed.  (I.E. diaper changed, fed, burped, cuddled.)
  • A search of Raven’s room eventually turns up the spellbook that Beast Boy had been messing around with when they got turned and the Titans quickly prepare the counterspell and return the three back to normal.
  • Raven refuses to speak to anyone for a week.
  • Cyborg goes through his memory files and deletes everything.
  • Beast Boy catches the exhausted Robin and Starfire tangled up together on the couch (one of the only pieces of furniture NOT destroyed by Raven’s crying), gets the wrong idea, and screeches, “HOW CAN YOU DO THAT AFTER WHAT YOU JUST WENT THROUGH, AREN’T YOU PUT OFF OF CHILDREN FOREVER?!”
  • They’re too tired to fight him on it, Robin just sort of groans and waves at him like, “Go back to bed kid, Mom and Dad need a rest.”
  • Titans East jokingly call the two “Mom and Dad” for weeks after the event.
When I’m With You || Minghao || Pt. 1

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 //

Word Count: 4162

Genre: comedy, fluff, ex-mafia!au, casual writing

Summary: Minghao was unfortunate enough to be born into a mafia family. Although his dad had learned from his mistakes and was now leading a clean life, it didn’t deter his old enemies from bothering his only son. In order to avoid them, Minghao moved to a different country. Here, he thought, he would have peace at last but then he met you and you might be harder to deal with than the gangsters he faced back in China. At least the trouble with the gangsters made sense but with you? You were just dead unlucky.

In the airport that bustled with activity, a dashing young man stood, waiting for someone. His dark brown hair was slightly parted to the side and held up with a bit of gel. His brown eyes were hidden by a pair of sunglasses and he wore a casual suit, his blazer over a white v-neck. Anyone that passed him looked at him curiously, wondering if he was a celebrity that came out to meet his girlfriend who was arriving from a trip. This handsome young man continuously glanced at his phone, checking for the time, and then looking back up to the time board at the flight schedule. A sigh would leave his lips and he would shift from one foot to the other, his hands in his pockets as he waited for his friend’s flight to land before repeating the process of checking his phone, then the time board, and then the exit of the terminal again moments later.

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Sometimes I wanna tell tumblr to chill the fuck out. 

Not everything is worthy of a five-alarm-fire. 

Not everything is “problematic.” 

Not everything needs to be analyzed to death. 

Not everything is so. fucking. serious.

And most of all: tumblr ISN’T reflective of the real world. 

It’s a bubble. A microcosm. Full of opinions that are generally shouted into echo chambers. 

When you venture beyond the confines of your computer screen & get an actual grown-up job, you have to deal with a diverse set of people with varied opinions. And I guarantee, there will be opinions with which you’ll vehemently disagree. 

And guess what? You don’t get to send mean anons or write exhaustive, pedantic emails to them decrying the error of their ways. That shit will just get you laughed at. Or fired. 

So sit back. Learn to take things with a grain of salt.  And FFS, RELAX. 


[Baron Corbin X Reader]

Originally posted by nessabcool

[Notes; Ignore gravy in that gif, I just really love their bond. This is for my love, @screamersdontdance since we’re doing that. ♡  This was supposed to be published 29 days ago, but sex stories aren’t easy for me anymore for some reason so..] 

      8:00, the alarm alerted me- repetitively. Shunning the sun’s brightness from my eyes with one hand, I slapped the top of the clock with the other. I yawned, preparing myself for the day, and threw my right arm to Baron’s side.. feeling no Baron.

      He stood in the living room- showered, dressed, and cleaning. Cup upon cup, and plate after plate found themselves shoved into a black trash bag. Baron was gripping the bag just tight enough that his arm’s veins were bulging. God, those veins.. He hadn’t noticed me yet, and I soaked in my view. 

      “Hi, babe.” I finally spoke up, letting my presence be known. I stood at the base of our stairwell, in a certain one of his shirts- an over sized, silk, mauve button-up. Turning to face me, his eyes widened in arousal. He instantly dropped the bag, and bit his pointer’s knuckle. “Jesus, (Y/N)..” Baron said, pulling the back of his favorite beanie down. “Look.. at.. you.” He growled in that tone. 

      “Baron.” I warned, knowing where he wanted this to go- just from his pitch. He boyishly smiled, throwing both hands up in surrender- while taking strides towards me. A knowing smirk surfaced both of our lips, simultaneously. “Good morning, babe.” Baron whispered- cupping me face with his palms, kissing me. Pulling back, he laid his chin on top of my forehead, and slipped a hand under the back bottom of my shirt. 

      Getting just one squeeze in, I laughed. “We need to get this place cleaned up, Bare.” I said, pushing away his obvious urge. He scoffed, disappointed with the decline. Baron let go, and returned to his garbage bag. In a few seconds of silence, he chuckled. “God, can you believe Graves?” He laughed out, rhetorically- throwing more cups away. “I mean.. I’m kinda proud of him.” I snickered, defending our mutual friend of his previous act, of the night before. “(Y/N)! In our house!” Baron yelled, jokingly. “I don’t even.. want to use that bathroom, anymore.” He smiled, scrunching his face in disgust. I shot him a face of calling bullshit, and stacked two or three red cups together.

      “But I had fun last night. I think everyone did.” He admitted, taking the cups from my hand- flashing a smile. Oh, his eyes. His smile. “Babe..” I softly spoke, in a questioning tone. “Hm?” He hummed, turning back to the bag. “Kiss me.” I requested, in the exact tone. Cups in hand, he mashed his lips to mine and pulled back instantly. Hands falling back to where they were just, I grabbed his wrist- demanding his attention. “Baron.” I stated, sternly. His eyes never left mine, and he waited for me to speak again. “Kiss me.” I repeated, replicating the voice from before. 

      Chocolate eyes frozen in time, and he starred right into me. He skimmed his tongue along his bottom lip, briefly, and sat the stack on the nearest table- not moving but only his arm. Time had slowed for this moment. He pushed what little strand of hair that lie in my face to the side, and gripped my chin. Easing the tight grip, Baron slid his fingertips down my throat and snaked the other arm around the small of my back- pulling my into his chest. 

      Warm, soft, and gentle lips laced with passion brushed against mine. Romance. Something that he had, but hardly ever showed. Deepening, he pulled his palms back into the state they had been in earlier. With force, he shoved his flesh into me. I heard him sucking in through his nose, and he only broke to breathe. Baron jolted his hands to my hips, pulling my up from the ground’s grasp. “Come here..” He mumbled, locking lips again. 

      “Baron!” I shouted, banging my head against the painted drywall. “No baby, not Baron.. Not today.” He said against my neckline, biting at the skin. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I backed the wall. “Daddy.. please.” A warm breath danced against my collar bone in response to him hearing so. “There you go.” Baron said, rocking me from the wall to hold me with one arm- the other vastly shoved his sweats down just enough. 

      “Keep your back..” He started, pushing me into the barrier again- harder than the first time. “against the wall. Got it?” Baron asked, seriously. I snapped my head up and down in response. “Words!” He shouted, demanding the respect. My slit dripped to the tone he used when he got like this. “Yes! Okay, yes!” I squealed, resisting the thought of denying. “Good girl.” He smirked, before running a finger to my sex. “Already?” He laughed out, surprised, breaking his dominance momentarily. “I need you.” I whimpered, fueling his drive. 

       My begging pout dismissed itself as he slid the fabric to the side, and thrust in his throbbing cock to the hilt. “Fuck, Baron!” I screamed, shocked at how he hadn’t eased. “You’re okay, baby. Take my cock.” He moaned, ignoring what I had called him. A few more thrusts, and he was re-positioning himself. One by one, he slid my legs over his forearms- pulling himself from my cunt.

      I whined at the loss of sensation, snapping my eyes to his. “Why!” I yelled, voice cracking. “Right here.” He said, pulling my attention back to his orbs. Inch by inch, I felt Baron’s thick, pipe-like cock spread me open- slowly. Baron watched each and every expression of mine change. “Take it.” He forced, slamming his hips into mine to top it off. 

      My nails dug and etched their way into Baron’s back, leaving marks and tiny cuts. His lips hugged the dip in neck, and he snarled. “Just a second, babe.” Baron asked for, hoisting me from the wall’s hold and gently into the floor. The cool of the hardwood stung and my bare back, and burned as I scraped against it in each thrust. Slamming his outer forearm beside my face, Baron shoved himself as deep as he possibly could.

       A creak of the front door, five feet away alarmed both of us that someone was on the other side, and didn’t give us any time to comprehend so. “Baron, it’s me!” Corey yelled through the crack of the door and into our foyer. “I think I left my.. Oh Jesus Christ!” He yelled, shielding his eyes behind the now closed barrier. “Oh God!” Corey screamed behind the front door, still loud enough for us to hear. 

      Baron chuckled, throwing himself off of me- tucking himself back into his pants. “Payback, you little bitch!” Baron yelled back through his megaphone’d cupped hands. He hoped to his feet, and jogged to Corey- opening up just enough for him to peek his head out. “Learn how to knock, Graves.” Baron smiled. “Learn how to lock, Corbin.” Corey shot back, laughing. “I just came back to see if I left my wallet.. but I.. never mind. Just keep it.” He joked to his best friend. 

      Corey took off down the concrete stairs, heading around the corner of the house. “Hey! You fucked in my bathroom last night, ask her about it!” Baron shouted. “Already did!” Graves shouted back- not turning to face him, throwing two fingers in the air to say his goodbyes. 

      Baron shut the door- locking behind, and turned to see everything he had wanted to. Spread legs, and fingers skimming my slit, I begged fro him to come back without a word. Speechless, he nodded his head and bit his lip. “Yes ma’am..” He whispered, licking his bottom lip. 

To people’s mild surprise, Hunk is the first of them to change his bayard to something else. The battle is raging around them, the enemies closer and closer, and he doesn’t think, he doesn’t even hesitate.

He strikes, slicing through the air with the sword, knocking the soldier’s blaster away.

He can almost see Keith’s hand, moving in tandem with his own in the lessons he’d given him. Up, down, duck, dodge, concentrate, pay attention.

Keith was impressed. He’d expected a certain proficiency with a blade, but apart from the wrong grip and the lacking intent, Hunk caught on easily. Still, Keith was on another level. Hunk hadn’t even had five lessons when the alarms blared in their ears and the attack happened.

But his footing is true, his moves quick and sure, and the enemy caught unawares, expecting a different weapon for the yellow paladin.

“That was awesome,” Keith whispers later.

“Was it?” Hunk grins. “It felt a bit strange. But good too.”

“And,” Keith kisses him lightly, “it gave us an edge.”

“Yeah, until next time.”

“Well, we might be able to cook up a surprise for them for next time.”


I used to play with fire as a child. I made friends with the flaring flames. Countless times my fingertips got charred and my eyelashes singed, but the thrill outweighed the risks. I would play literal “hot potato” tossing it back and forth between limit-testing friends, playing catch with blazing fireballs, hopscotching on inflamed ground. In the early teen years, I learned to breathe fire myself, flames throwing from my mouth whenever the mood would strike, sometimes scorching those unfortunate enough to be nearby.

Then suddenly, it left me cold and cleaning up the ashes from the inferno I created the night before in a blaze of showy glory, the air redolent of putrid smoke, wisps of it still rising here and there. I had no more fire, no desire for heat. That arson act had taken my remaining flames and somehow made them icicles puncturing me to the core. I couldn’t feel anymore. There was ice in my veins and a freeze on my heart. That cold snap lasted so long, I forgot what fire felt like, so much I couldn’t even miss it, grown accustomed to the numbing blizzard within.

Eventually, seemingly out of nowhere, the fire returned. First the smallest spark, enough to warm my insides. Then it became a full-fledged flame, tiny but able to kick off the thaw. Now the fire’s back full-force and I’m beginning to forget what cold and frost feel like. It began as a slow smolder and has given way to a full-on wildfire, raging recklessly, threatening to consume me and perhaps anyone in my path. I need to be put out, hosed down before I accidently burn down this whole cardboard and cellophane town where trash gathers in gargantuanly growing heaps. I might become an unintentional incinerator if this isn’t extinguished soon. Sound all five alarms.

—  This is not a drill
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Reader x Optional Bias
Short Drabble

Genre: fluff

The buzzing beside him woke him up. He let out a soft groan as he turned to shut it off. The light from the phone glared at him in the darkness of the room as his eyes tried to adjust to read the time, 5:30 am. He cursed, last nights schedule didn’t finish until late and now he had to be up early for another. He set another five minutes on the alarm, setting the phone close to him so he could hear it. It felt like he barely even shut his eyes when the alarm went off again. Sighing, he reached and turned off the phone. He felt something stir beside him. Then he remembered, he didn’t go back to the dorm last night.  His eyes adjusted to the darkness of your familiar room, the glimmer of twilight faintly visible through the curtains.

He loved hearing the steady breaths of your breathing and warmth of your body beside him. He silently cursed even more at the thought of leaving you in bed while he had to go to work. Carefully he tried to shift the blanket so he could crawl out of bed. You stirred awake.

“What time is it?” you asked groggily, snuggling the blankets closer your body. 

He hugged you from behind, placing a kiss on your cheek, “It’s early, go back to sleep.”

You placed your hand around his arms as you tried to curl yourself into his body more. The chill air in your room made you want to soak up as much of his body heat as possible.

“I’ve got to go,” he whispered into your ear, he released his grip and tried crawling out of bed.

“Mmm no, not yet.” you groaned, turning you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his chest, “Stay a little bit longer,” you pouted.

He wished he could have just spent all morning in bed with you, feeling you so soft and cozy around him, your bare legs wrapped around his. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Okay, just a little longer.” he said shutting his eyes and bringing you closer.


Just a short little drabble because it took me so long to get out of bed this morning. :)

- Lea<3


When the war is over, they return to Earth.
shallura. post-Zarkon. achronological. // also on ao3.

fifty words, fifty scenes — adopted from a list that @dragonshost challenged me to way back when. (i don’t have the link anymore, haha.) 

the exercise was to write a single sentence containing each word, and i attempt to make a haphazard achronological story out of each sentence, and then an entire world out of fifty of those.

  • Nothing means frisky more to him than when she waltzes into the kitchen as he’s making breakfast, wearing nothing but her thin nightgown and a mischievous smile that stretches past the magenta marks of her eyes. She comes forward to kiss him good morning and he’s not sure if his heart jumps because of the sudden pop of the toaster or because of her wandering hands.
  • Ever the natural athlete, Allura quickly picks up all the sports that Earth can offer her — easily throwing the furthest pass, scoring a goal from the most acute angle, finishing a marathon with barely a sweat — but Shiro still thinks she’s best at catching his eye.
  • Shiro thought she would have a natural affinity for cats after spending ages with the Lions, but ten scratches and four bites later, he decides — as he wraps a bandaid around her finger — that maybe his plan to adopt the stray cat isn’t such a great idea after all.
  • She still misses her planet dearly — the pink-tinted sunrise of the second sun rising over the fuchsia horizon of blooming juniberry flowers — but when the soft white Earth sunlight stirs him quietly awake, the first thing he sees is her brilliant smile, and she thinks she can see the same morning in the rose of his cheeks.

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