hopefully the rest will look as good

Phillipa Soo Doesn’t Leave It All Onstage (NYT Magazine):

Not two years ago, you made your Broadway debut in “Hamilton” and received a Tony nomination for playing Eliza, the wife of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s title character. Now you’re starring in a Broadway musical adaptation of “Amélie.” You graduated from Juilliard in 2012 — what does all of this feel like? 

There’s the cool factor, right? You see your face on a sign or your name on something, like: “Ahh! Here I am!” And then there’s a huge responsibility and the scary part of it, which is like, “Now what happens?” And then you realize, “Oh, yeah, this is my job.”


I’m sure you had many more illustrious visitors during your run in “Hamilton.” 

When the Obamas came, that was pretty special. When we visited the White House, I got to watch Chris Jackson sing “One Last Time” right in front of the portrait of George Washington, while Barack and Michelle Obama are sitting right there.

The final scene in “Hamilton,” where Eliza reconciles with her dead husband’s legacy, is pretty emotionally overwhelming. Did you need to rush back to your dressing room and decompress in silence? 

Some days. Doing a show eight times a week is kind of like doing yoga or tai chi. A vinyasa is the same every single time you do it, but depending on how you’re feeling, it tells you a lot about what’s happening in your life. So, there were days where I’d come offstage and be like, “Let’s go out and drink.” But you learn little tricks here and there. Some nights I’d say to myself, “I don’t know if I can watch my son die.” But you learn that you don’t have to go there every night; the writing does that.

You reunited with your “Hamilton” co-stars Renée Elise Goldsberry and Jasmine Cephas Jones to sing “America the Beautiful” at the Super Bowl. Was it a different experience to perform for tens of millions of people? 

I’m looking out and going, “That’s a lot of people.” But I didn’t really get nervous. Once we got up there, we couldn’t actually hear anything. All we could hear was our own voices. And I was like: “O.K., well, hopefully it sounds good. Am I even performing? Can you guys hear me?” […]

read the rest of the interview (including the list of Pippa’s top five female singer-songwriters)

BTS Reaction to Their Bestfriend Accidently Confessing to Them; Suga Version

Originally posted by nnochu

Everything was perfect. It was a quiet, stormy afternoon. The main lights in your living room were off, only soft candlelight flickered across the walls and the occasional bursts of lightning illuminating the flowing curtains on your windowpanes. The TV was playing some program in the background, but you weren’t entirely focused on it. You were more focused on the lump of a boy that laid across your lap, asleep and dead to the world.

Min Yoongi, your best friend forever for who knows how long was one of the most hard working people that you’ve ever come to know. He, also, was one of the most stubborn as well, refusing to give up or back down even though he knew it’d be easier on him to do so. This trait, mixed with his passion and job for music often kept him up late at night, working until dawn on tracks of music and beats that spewed into his headphones. The dark circles of purple under his eyes were always a staple feature on his face and you soon grew used to seeing the faint discoloration. But when he came over today, the purple darker so much so that it could be considered black, you demanded that he needed to sleep, no ifs ands or buts.

So, you made him sit on the couch, bringing him a cup of tea, the fluffiest blanket you owned, and a set of night clothes he always kept at your place incase he needed to crash here for the night. You told him to go change, and you set up the little makeshift bed on the couch, turning off the lights and creating a relaxing environment for him to sleep in. You made him drink all his tea before gently nudging him to cuddle into your side.

Cuddling was a common thing that the two of you did; being so close for so long allowed the behavior to be acceptable. At first he just cuddled your side, fitting his head onto your shoulder as the tea and blanket warmed his body and the sounds of the TV lulled him closer to unconsciousness. But when you felt his head start to nod off towards a deeper sleep, you guided him to lay down across you, placing his head on your thigh and allowing his lower body to stretch along the length of the couch. He followed willingly, nuzzling his head into your stomach and falling asleep instantly.

And now here you two were, you running your fingers through his hair and just watching his eyes move back and forth across his eyelids. He was dreaming. Hopefully of something good, since he hasn’t stirred since he laid down. You smiled down at him and sighed softly.

“I wish you knew how much I actually love you, Yoongi. I wish you knew how much I love you more than in a ‘sisterly’ way. I love you with all my heart…why can’t you see that?”


Yoongi woke up a few hours later, looking more well-rested than before. He helped himself to the contents of your fridge before rejoining you on the couch underneath the blanket; the plate of leftovers he scavenged for now resting on the coffee table.

“Y’know, I had the funniest dream.” Yoongi mumbled in a gravely voice, rubbing his eyes with balled up fists. It was obvious he needed more rest, but he wanted to talk, and you were always a sucker for giving him what he wants.

“Oh? What was that?” you asked curiously.

“It was about you. That you told me you loved me.” he explained. You deadpanned for a few seconds before recovering yourself.

“Like, in a brother-sister way?” you asked nervously.

“Nah, like in the romantic way,” Yoongi glanced over at you and smiled slightly. “Funny, right?”

You could feel your heart break in your chest. Your ‘accidental’ confession being rejected, even though Yoongi thought it was just a dream, it still hurt knowing he didn’t like you in that way. You plastered a fake smile on your face.

“Yeah, that’s so weird.” you agreed, shifting away from him slightly. But Yoongi pulled you back, placing a kiss on your forehead gently.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Y/N. I love you.” he told you.

Unbeknownst to you, he really did mean every word he said to you. And just like yours, he felt his heart break as well when you thought his dream funny. Your ‘rejection’ to his ‘confession’ damaging him more than he thought. One day he might tell you his true feelings properly, but for now, he’ll continue to be close to you in this way. The both of you living in an unneeded state of grief of ‘one-sided’ love; when in reality, the love is secretly returned unrequitedly.

As we get older, as we leave home, we form for ourselves an independent identity, no longer impressed upon by families. We take the last shape they crafted, a partially chiseled stone sculpture, and we are left to try to finish the work ourselves. Hopefully, they have provided good tools. Hopefully, the world teaches us how to better use them. And for the rest of our lives, we are gently hammering away at the curves and crevices of the great masterpieces that are our lives. Sometimes, as we work, we become less recognizable to the families who first shaped us. They critique the craftsmanship, the artistic direction, they worry too much has been cut away or that, quote, ‘those arms just don’t look proportional.’ In some cases, they no longer recognize us for the adults we are. Family expectations are high. But underneath it all, there’s love, and worry, and a knowledge that you will do right for yourself. Your family may not trust that knowledge, but they know they have to try.
—  Welcome to Night Vale, episode 99, “Michigan”

anonymous asked:

Scenario where all the guys are arguing over being in love with the reader? (i want to see how they would handle that.)

I kind of made this an ailment thing anon, cause I just couldn’t see the bros arguing like that T-T I hope this is okay! 

While fighting a group of killer wasps, the boys are doused in an unrecognisable gas. It affects them in a most unusual way…

Fem!Reader x …all of the bros I guess!
WC: 4564 (another longer one, sorry!)


The sound of clanging metal was strong in your ears. You and the boys had unfortunately run into some killer wasps on your journey, and they were posing quite an annoying challenge. The three huge insects were rearing up again, and you knew that at any moment, they were going to release those horrible status ailment gases. Nimbly you dodged out of range.

“Guys! Look out!” But your warning call was too late as thick blue jets of gas expelled from the three wasps, clouding around the boys still in close range.

“Ugh, does it have to smell so bad?” cried Prompto, swishing his arms around desperately in a futile attempt to waft the gas away. You knew that it wasn’t going to stop the gas from working into their bodies though, once it hits you it’s like it clings to you.

“What even is this one?” Noctis yelled, warp striking to one of the wasps trying to fly higher out of reach. He plunged his engine blade into the wasp, bringing it back down to the ground where Ignis impaled it with his spear. One down.

“I must say I am rather confused myself. I’ve never seen that colour before.”

“Yeah well, I say we destroy them before it has a chance to work.” Gladio charged at the second wasp, knocking it to the floor with a heavy swing of his great sword. You agreed with Gladio, the sooner you got out of there the sooner you could see what kind of ailment they had and treat it accordingly.

“Just be careful you guys, don’t let them have a chance to do it again!” You told them, and Prompto swivelled around to face you, shooting you a beaming smile.

“It’s sweet that you’re so worried about us! Don’t worry, we’ve got this.”

As the blonde was speaking the third wasp loomed over him, stinger posed ready to strike, but he hadn’t noticed.

Damn it Prom!

Swiftly you brought up your pistol, borrow from Prompto’s own collection, and fired straight at its body. Prompto turned to see the insect fly backward from the impact of the shot, and turned to you once more.

“Um, thanks!” He grinned sheepishly, resolving to get his head back in the game.

“No problem, let’s get the last one.”

All five of you turned to the last one, hovering above you. Prompto stepped forward this time, raising his gun square at its head. And with one shot, he sent the insect crashing down to the ground, where Gladio hit it with his sword to make sure that it was truly dead.

You relaxed.

“Ahh, thank the gods that’s over.”  You stretched, pocketing your pistol once more.

“Yeah, and you’re getting better with your aim too.” Gladio nodded at you, and you smiled at his praise. You’d only been practicing for a few weeks, and this was really the first fight where you helped in the attack.

“Soon you might be even be as good as me.” Noctis smirked, never passing on the chance to boast. Gladio biffed him on the back of his head, causing you to laugh. Never a dull moment with your boys, that was for sure!

“You alright Iggy?” You turned to look at the tawny haired man who hadn’t yet spoke, his hand cupping his chin in thought.

“Yes, thank you. I’m just wondering… I really haven’t seen that colour of gas before from killer wasps.” He adjusted his glasses, coming to stand beside you as all five of you set off back to camp.

“Yeah, blue is a weird colour for gas!” Prompto agreed from your other side.

“Indeed… and there’s something else rather peculiar.”

“What’s that Ignis?”

“Why has it not affected us yet?”

That stumped everyone. Ignis was right, going by the rest of the gases that the wasps sprayed, the ailment should have been almost instant. It definitely would have been showing itself right about now at the very least, yet none of the boys looked worse for wear.

“Uh… immunity?” Prompto offered hopefully.

“I doubt it. When have we ever been fully immune to status attacks while not wearing protective accessories?”

“Good point specs, but are you saying that there’s something wrong with us here…?” Noctis asked the question that was on all your minds. They hadn’t shown any symptoms yet… but was that really a good thing?

“To give you an honest answer, I don’t know. But I feel we should err on the side of caution.”

And with that thought, the five of you trudged back to camp feeling more than a little weary.


Your stomach was full, you were warm sat beside the fire, and you were very comfortably stretched out on the floor, leaning on one elbow.

That’s the life!

By the time that Ignis had cooked his meal and everyone had consumed their share, the atmosphere had lifted somewhat. There had been no symptoms from any of the boys, and a good couple of hours had passed at least. In fact, the only one still worrying about it was of course, Ignis.

“We’re fine specs. If something were to happen, surely it would’ve happened by now?” Noctis nudged the man in question from his chair, opposite you. Ignis shook his head in reply.

“We don’t know that. Perhaps because it’s a new form of gas, it is a weaker solution than the others? Therefore, it wouldn’t act as fast. Or perhaps it just needs time to slowly work around our bodies?” He mumbled again, staring off into the distance. He really was absorbed in his thought process.

“Eh don’t sweat it. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it.” Gladio gave him a swift slap on the back, bringing him out of his reverie.

“Yes well, I sure hope so.” He answered quietly, re-adjusting his askew glasses.

“Hey [Name]! Do you want to go practice your shooting some more? You’re getting really good!” Prompto bounded over to you and tapped you on your back. He had been giving you shooting lessons for a while now, encouraging you to do your best so you could finally join in the fights properly. Today had been a big step for that, and you didn’t want to back down now.

“Heck yes!” You agreed, standing up instantly and scouring the area looking for the best place for shooting practice. Your eyes landed on a spot not far away from camp, in a clearing from the trees. The other boy should also be able to watch you and offer advice from where they were too.

“How about there?”

“Prefect!” And with that you followed Prompto down the hill, readying your pistol to practice. Prompto stood at the side of you, his own pistol aimed and at the ready.

“Right, so you wanna stand with your legs slightly apart to get the best balance, plant your feet firmly on the ground… well, when you can, I mean that may not be possible when you’re being attacked by killer wasps-”

“Get on with it!” Gladio called from the top of the hill, causing Prompto to flush in response. He loved this teacher roll; it felt great to be able to help someone like he was doing, to be needed by someone. So he felt anxious to not get it wrong.

“A-ah, you’re right! Okay so just copy my stance.”

You watched Prompto stand the way he just explained to you, his gun ready in an outstretched hand, and you did your best to mimic him.

“Like this?”

“Y-yeah you got it!”

That had sounded odd… Quickly you threw Prompto a glance. Was his speech getting slurred…?

“Okay, now raise your gun… aim for the branch of that tree there.”

Ignoring the slight slur and putting it down to exhaustion, you did as he asked and aimed for the tree in the distance.

“Now… shoot.”

The sound of the bullet echoed in the wide clearing, but the sound of the bullet lodging in the offending wood sounded even better to your ears.

“Yes!” You cried, hearing clapping from the top of the hill. The three boys were smiling at you, pleased you were getting better. It warmed your heart. Their support meant everything to you, and once again you were pleased that they had decided to let you join in their journey.

Gladio began chatting to Ignis, and you felt like having another go now two less people were watching. It would be less pressure for you. Cheeks flushed with excitement, you turned back to Prompto.

“Can I have another go?”

He chuckled at your eager expression, his big blue eyes sparkling.

“Of course! This time, try and show me the stance on your own.”

Nodding, you got to work.

Now what was it he said…? Stand with your legs apart for balance… feet on firmly planted… raise your arm…

“Is that it?” You asked, trying to look at the blonde over your shoulder.

“Nearly. You just need to move your leg an inch… no kind of like… hang on a second, I’ll show you.”

And in a completely unexpected move, Prompto came to stand very close behind you, his arms resting on your hips. It was like his proximity was suddenly all you could focus on, the almost feel of his chest against your back, the light drift of his breathing as his chin rested on your shoulder ever so lightly. The very real feeling of his fingers steadying your hips.


“Here, this arm needs to straighten out a little.” He uttered, his lips right at the shell of your ear, his voice taking on an unusually deep tone. His hands ran up from your hips, up along your waist and over your sides until he came to your arms. His fingers overlapped your elbows, gently coaxing them straight.

“Much better, though, your stance is still a little off…”


Suddenly you felt the pressure of Prompto’s leg sliding in between yours, tapping your feet slightly until you nudged them further apart. He kept his foot firmly planted between yours, his leg ever so slightly brushing against yours, sending chills up your body from the contact.

Well, this is certainly intimate.

“Prom, what are you doing?” You whispered, trying to turn your head to face him.

“Correcting your stance.” Was his simple answer, and suddenly you felt silly for asking. Of course that’s what he was doing. Perhaps a little unusual for Prompto who seemed to be a spluttering mess when he touched a girl, but maybe that’s just how bad your stance was.

Damn, I’ve really got to try harder.

So you left it at that, trying to ignore the slight buzz you were getting from his contact, choosing instead to focus on your aim.

Unbeknownst to you however, another set of piercing blue eyes were watching your every move.

What the hell is he doing?

Noctis had his head resting on a tightly closed fist, knowing that he probably looked as grumpy as he felt. But he just couldn’t help it. Prompto was over there just… just straight up fondling her in front of him. Under the guise of practice shooting, no less.

How dare he?

Shooting a quick look over at Ignis and Gladio, he realised they hadn’t noticed what was happening at the foot of that hill.

How could they not realise what he has done to get his grubby little hands on her?

Looking back down at the pair, his eyes zeroed in on Prompto’s fingers drifting over her body, his leg between hers, his arms pretty much wrapped around her…

He’s just imposing his presence on her like that!

He forcefully blew his fringe out of his face in annoyance, feeling his anger at the situation rise. And yet he just could not tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.

“Noct, are you alright?” Ignis interjected his thoughts, draw by the annoyed huff.

“Just peachy.”

Ignis looked over to Gladio in confusion, who just shrugged in reply. Ignis knew at once what the big guy was thinking – bratty prince having another sulk, leave him to it. And so he did, continuing his earlier conversation.

Noctis meanwhile, was becoming increasingly frustrated. He felt his face becoming flusher by the second, his fists tightening as his blood boiled. His wide, piercing blue eyes alight with anger.

“You’re so good at this Prompto!” Came the sweet sound of her melodic voice, and he could stand it no longer. Forcefully, Noctis stood up from his chair and strolled down the hill, meeting the two at the bottom.

You noticed the raven haired boy’s presence before Prompto, and you turned around to face him, wiggling out of Prompto’s grasp. You smiled at him welcomingly, not registering the straight up scowl etched on his features as he continued walking, ignoring you completely. No, it seemed he had focused all his attention on the blonde stood next to you… Confused, you tried to talk to him.

“Hey, Noctis! Have you come to join in the- what the fuck?” You cried as Noctis had just continued on in strong strides, straight up to Prompto. Before you even had a chance to register what was happening, the prince had thrown back his fist and swung it straight into Prompto’s chest, causing him to stumble. It would have been his face had Prompto not moved at the last second, dodging to the side instead.

“Noctis – the hell are you doing?” You cried, dashing over to where Prompto had stumbled over with the intention of checking over the no doubt distraught boy. But as you reached him… you realised he had sat up himself, wearing a self-satisfied smirk.

Uh… that’s not the reaction I expected. You backed away slightly as Prompto rose to his feet, thoroughly confused at the scene unfolding in front of you. The air almost crackled with the tension in it, Noctis and Prompto pretty much squaring up to each other. The former was gritting his teeth in major annoyance, shaking his hand to ease off the sting. The latter was dusting himself off, that smirk never once slipping.

What… what has gotten into these guys?

“Did ya see that, your highness?” Prompto almost spat the title, something which you’d never heard him call Noctis even in a respectful manner. His tone had become incredibly cocky, it was completely jarring against his usual boyish voice.

Noctis didn’t answer, only glared back with shinning eyes.

“She came over to me. How do you like that? Mr I receive everything on a silver platter. This is one thing you can’t get – her!”

Hang on a second… what now? Since you were the only female around, they had to be talking about you. But you’d never disclosed your romantic feelings to anyone, it just wasn’t something you spoke about with the boys. Where on earth had this all come from?

“And it’s the one thing I won’t give up on.” Noctis answered angrily, balling his hands into fists once more. Prompto seemed to find this highly amusing, his smirk widening.


“Um, what the hell is going on here?” You cried, frustrated. This had to be some kind of wind up didn’t it? Quickly you flitted your gaze over to the two remaining boys atop the hill to see they were out of their chairs and watching the scene unfold with the same confusion in their eyes.

“Everything alright down there?” Came Ignis’ cautious voice. Even he felt unsure at what was happening, and also what to do.

Before you could answer, Prompto waved so casually to the tawny haired man, as if he was greeting an acquaintance.

“Superb, specs!” He called back cheerily, before his eyes rested on Noctis once more. His smile grew more pronounced, sending shivers up your spine. This… this wasn’t like your Prompto at all.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her. Pathetic.”

Noctis shook his head angrily, his frown deepening.

“Isn’t it enough that you have Lunafreya too? You always get everything Noctis.”

“Shut up.”

“And yet you still want more.”

“I said shut up!”

So ungrateful.”

And with that Noctis seemed to snap. With a strangled cry he charged forward once more, fists at the ready but this time Prompto knew what was happening. He swung back himself and soon the two boys were a flurry of fists, dull thwacks and crunches could be heard as the swings connected.

What…what in the…

“Noctis, stop! Prompto – ugh, help!” You turned pleadingly to Gladio and Ignis, seeing that they were already running down the hill to help break up the fight.

“[Name] get back!” Gladio cried, rushing forward to lock his arms around Noctis’ waist. Ignis ran behind Prompto to do the same, and eventually the two boys were pulled apart, breathing heavily. Prompto’s cheek seemed badly bruised, and Noctis has a shallow gash across his forehead.

“What in the name of the gods do you think you are doing?” Gladio admonished them both, the annoyance evident in his tone.

“Someone had to stop him from creeping on her.” Noctis kicked his legs out and struggled to get out of Gladio’s grip, meanwhile Prompto was stood calmly, not resisting Ignis’ hold.

“What are you talking about?” You’d just about had enough of this, whatever it was. You just wanted your old Prompto and Noctis back.

“He’s referring to his crippling jealousy, that’s what he’s talking about.” Prompto answered you, his tone still so sure and full of himself, rubbing a hand across his bruised cheek.

“Speak for yourself, you think you’re so slick? Don’t think we haven’t noticed how you always put your sleeping bag next to hers first in the tent. Desperate is what I’d call it.”

And for the first time since the whole thing had started, Prompto’s confident façade slipped at Noctis’ words and his features contorted in anger.

“How dare you?”

“How dare I what? Tell the truth?”

“Stop it! You sound like children!” You yelled at them both, finally causing them to stop squabbling for just a second. Were they actually both arguing about… about having feelings for you?

“Yes, I agree. You are both rather behaving like babies.” Ignis finally piped up, letting go of Prompto to straighten his glasses out. When he looked up, his eyes were shining. You sighed in relief, at least someone was talking sense.

“[Name] is rather befitting a man, wouldn’t you say?”

Maybe not.

His words took you by surprise, and even Gladio looked put out.


“What would you want these children for? I could really look after you.”

A slow smile spread across his face, one that didn’t sit too well with you. A sinking feeling coiled in the pit of your stomach as it dawned on you – whatever had happened to Noctis and Prompto had happened to Ignis too. All three of them were acting really strangely, and even if they did all feel that way about you, the normal guys would never have approached it this way!

“Oh no, not you too Iggy.” You whispered, wishing this nightmare would just come to an end.

“You hear that specs? She isn’t interested.” Noctis gloated and pulled free from Gladio’s shock loosened arms.

“That’s not what I – stop it!”

Straight away the prince had launched himself at Prompto once more, at the same time that Prompto had gone to knock Ignis over. The result was a three way fight, all participants using their well-honed battle skills against each other. None of them were listening to your pleas, and there was no way you could intervene. You had only just started your battle training, you weren’t as fast as Noctis, or as good an aim as Prompto, or even as lithe as Ignis. To stop all three of them would be impossible.

“Gladio, do something!” You turned to the only man left with his head not clouded with some sort of irrational anger.

Wait, clouded…? Clouded! The one word sparked a realisation within you – this had to be the work of that blue gas! It was the only explanation as to why the boys had all been affected in the same way; irrational anger, possessiveness…

And lust randomly? You remembered the touch of Prompto’s hands again, altering your shooting position earlier. You had thought it unusual for him at the time, but it made sense now. They were all reacting as if certain emotions had really been heightened, that had to be the symptoms of the gas. But they had all been struck by the gas, and that meant…

Slowly you looked up at the man stood beside you, to see that his eyes were also shimmering in the same, hazy way that the other boys’ eyes had.

Oh no

Your elation at figuring out what was wrong soon disappeared, replaced by an unsettled feeling in your stomach.

“Gladio…?” You whispered hopefully, but it was like he couldn’t hear you. He was listening intently to the three boys currently fighting.

“You both have no chance. Do you even know her favourite food? Her favourite colour? How about her favourite song?” Ignis taunted, ducking low to avoid Noctis’ leg swinging for him in a strong kick.

“That I can find out about her! You don’t know how best to comfort her. Oh yes, one night when she was feeling down? She came to me.” The prince goaded, grinning at their pained expressions.

“You? Now I know you’re lying, you’re about as comforting as a wet mop, Mr help-I-can’t-deal-with-emotions.” Prompto cried and tripped Noctis up, the latter landing hard on the ground with a dull moan. Angrily, he scrambled back up to his feet before Ignis could land a punch.

“I don’t know what you’re all squawking about.” Gladio interrupted, causing the three boys to freeze momentarily, looking at him wearily. “You know it’s me who can keep her warm at night. Has she ever cuddled up to you in our tent before? I didn’t think so.” He answered with a smirk, and you felt like burying your face in your hands.

When will this end? Other status ailments usually wore off on their own, but this one was so slow to start with, who knew when it would end?

Suddenly with a heavy thud, Prompto collapsed onto his knees and fell face first onto the floor.

Prompto!” You screeched, running forward and kneeling beside him hurriedly. You hadn’t even considered the possibility that this ailment could actually… kill any of them. Nervously, you took hold of one wrist, checking for any signs of life. A steady pulse thrummed under your fingers, and you sighed in relief.

“He’s alive! Just fainted.” You breathed.

“Huh, fainted. What a coward.”

Returning your focus back to Prompto, you brushed his blonde hair gently out of his face. From that touch alone you could feel the heat radiating off his forehead – he had a fever. Was this good or bad? Did it mean his body was fighting off the ailment?

“Oh Prom. I hope you wake up soon.”


The shout brought your attention back to the other three, and instantly your eyes clapped onto the fallen frame of Noctis. He had also collapsed in a similar way to Prompto. It had to be the effect of the gas.

“I can’t believe…that they…” But Ignis never had a chance to finish his sentence as he followed suit, hitting the floor with a dull bang. Gladio followed straight after, his immune system most likely the stronger of the four.

Looking around you, you sighed heavily. Now what?


In the end, you had decided to bring the tent down to the boys, doing your best to shove them into the small space. It had been a horrible waiting game, dabbing a cool cloth at their roasting foreheads and praying that they would be okay. You’d never been more scared in your life, and you were damn sure you hadn’t slept for longer than five minutes when you felt someone shaking your shoulder.

“[Name]! [Name] c’mon, it’s time to get up or Iggy will be furious!”

“Huh?” You groaned, sitting up and opening your bleary eyes to see…

“Prompto! You’re okay!” You gasped, now wide awake. He was knelt in front of you, his cheek significantly better and his usual happy grin on his face.

“Huh? Course I am! Though for some reason this side of my face is really sore… I must have slept on it funny.” The boy sat in front of you rubbed his cheek, in the exact same place where it had swollen the day before.

“What… do you not remember how you did it?” You asked, thoroughly confused.

“Eh, not really. But since we are fighting all the time, I was probably battling it out heroically with some sort of beast.” He chuckled, and then swivelled on his heel and left you alone in the tent. Unless he was a brilliant actor – which you knew he wasn’t since he was terrible at lying – Prompto had all but forgotten the events of last night.

Eagerly you threw on your clothes and scrabbled out of the tent. On top of that hill, stood all four of the boys, chatting and laughing as usual.

What on earth…?

As confused as you were however, the relief in your heart was overwhelming. Your boys were safe, they were alive and best of all they were back to normal.

“Come on [Name], your breakfast is getting cold!” Ignis tutted in his usual, friendly yet admonishing manner that hinted he was only slightly annoyed.

Without hesitating you ran up the hill happily, smiling at the welcoming sight of the group all back to normal, though confusingly, none of them seemed to remember what had happened in their hazy state the night before. But that suited you just fine. You weren’t about to relive the horrifying details, but you knew to stay away from killer wasps in the future.

“I still don’t know why you pitched the tent down there big guy.” Prompto gestured to the tent as you dug into your breakfast.

“Actually… I don’t either. But I thought of it, so it must have been a good reason.”

“Maaan, I was so tired last night I must have just blacked out when my head hit the pillow.” Noctis stretched, beginning to pack away the camping things.

So they really don’t remember…

“Me too.” Prompto agreed.

“And me… Iggy must have cooked us a fine meal that sent us straight to sleep.” Gladio nodded at Iggy who smiled and shook his head.

“I hope that you consider all my meals that way.” He half-joked.

After you had finished wolfing down your breakfast, you helped pack away the remaining items into the regalia and soon you were on your way again, sat in between a napping Noctis and a reading Gladio. Things had really gone back to normal.

But as you relaxed in the back of the car, pleased that your boys were safe, you couldn’t help but wonder… did that gas force the illusion of those strong feelings for you onto the guys, or did it simply heighten the feelings that were already there…? You cast a quick glance at each of them, all blissfully unaware of what they had said last night.

I wonder

A/N: What do you think, dear reader? :3

The Green-Eyed Doctor

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Summary: Reader gets in a bad accident and is put under the care of Dr. Winchester during her stay…

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,400ish

Warnings: language, car accident

A/N: I’m in love with doctor Dean now. Quote for this one was, “As long as I’m around, nothing bad is going to happen to you.”…

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anonymous asked:

Do you know of any good langst fics? Bonus points if there is a happy ending.

no worries! these fics are ones to sit down with a hot drink and a blanket (also tissues) enjoy!

Lilacs by europa_report (16/16 | 87,424 | Explicit)

Two years after their accidental ascension into space, Zarkon is defeated, Shiro has been recovered, and Lance and the rest of the paladins are finally preparing to return home to Earth.
Earth, where his family is, where the fighting ends, and, where Lance looks forward to pizza and hopefully a date with Keith.
They’re all set to go, until they receive a distress call from an uncharted planet and discover the sender to be none other than Prince Lotor, awake, alive, and desperate to form an alliance with Voltron.
An alliance with a charismatic Galran prince and a plot to return the wrongly taken quintessence… its just one more mission. Easy? Lance thinks so.
Then again, he was never the instinctual one.

//violence //rape //kidnapping

(minor shallura)

travelers by ImotoChan (8/8 | 18,502 | General)

“The multiverse is a theory in which our universe is not the only one, but states that many universes exist parallel to each other. These distinct universes within the multiverse theory are called parallel universes.”


Missed by sand_ninja (2/2 | 19,074 | General)

Lance isn’t the best or brightest. He isn’t the funniest or most likeable. Lance doesn’t command attention, he has to fight for it.
Lance’s friends are geniuses. Top of the class, prodigies.
Despite this, Lance knows he is loved. Lance loves his friends. And he knows they love him just as much as he loves them.
He is needed.

//anxiety //insecurities


Patterns, refs, and more+

So this con season I made myself Pidge and a Shiro paladin costumes to wear, with pretty good results. The worst part of it though was the amount of time I spent drafting patterns, so I figured this might be a good resource for anyone else looking to make armor in the future.

This is all based on my measurements (a 5′1″ average-ish build with… bigger thighs), so you’ll likely need to make adjustments to have this fit yourself, but hopefully this makes building your own cosplay a little easier. Materials, patterns and everything under the cut. Hope it helps!

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Not What It Looks Like (College!Taehyung)

Originally posted by kairora

Summary: You run into the campus clown Taehyung when he’s in a weird situation but it’s really not what it looks like. Turns out, Taehyung is not what he looks like either.

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: Inspired by the time a guy asked me to inspect his back mole. College is weird, man. (Eh, at least he was hot).

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Best Friends & Boyfriends

Summary: You’re dating Isaac but have to keep it hidden because your best friend Stiles would disapprove 

Isaac Lahey x Reader

Word count: 3,082

Author’s note: First imagine. The fact that I can even put “author’s note” is weird to me. I draw art, I don’t write it. Any who, constructive criticism would be appreciated. This seems like the perfect time for one of my favorite quotes: “Keep in mind that I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my s#!t.” Please be gentle with me on this.

Great day to post since it’s Teen Wolf Tuesday and Valentine’s Day

Originally posted by houseofimagines

It was Wednesday evening and you were sitting with your boyfriend Isaac on the porch swing in your backyard. A light breeze came through and blew your hair in the wind. The sky was turning pink while the sun began setting. Your legs were curled under you while you were leaning against Isaac. He had his arm wrapped around you while he kept the porch swing swaying back and forth with his long legs.

You turned to the handsome werewolf next to you grinning. “What?” Isaac said as he smirked back at you.

“Wanna hear a joke?”  

“Not really, but I know you’re going to tell it to me anyway”

“Yup.” You smiled back at him excitedly. Your jokes were lame and corny, but that’s what you loved about them. “What do you call the security guards outside Samsung stores?”

“I don’t know, what?”

“Guardians of the Galaxy!” You said laughing at your own joke. Isaac just looked at you with a small smile.

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Office Party 2016

I hate office Christmas parties. Hate them. It’s not the music or the ugly as sin sweaters. It’s not even the shitty Secret Santa exchanges or the awkward, hopefully forgotten conversations with half-drunken co-workers who don’t even have the common decency to look at you the other 364 miserable days. It’s none of that.

It’s f*cking Craig.

Perfect Craig and his bullshit, ‘go get em’ attitude that makes the rest of us look bad, and his million dollar smile. I don’t think I’ve ever hated anything more than I hate this a*hole. There’s always one of him in every office, one guy who’s so locked in to winning that no one else gets a chance. Gotta hand it to him. He’s good at it. It’s gotten him a corner office, front row parking space and a shot at every single worthwhile piece of tail in the department. Jerk is always one step ahead, one move faster.

I hate him.

I sipped my watered-down, bottom shelf Gin and watched as Craig spun Sheila for the billionth time on the dance floor to some shitty 80’s pop song. I can’t stomach the sight of it. I’m stuck over here, invisible in this ridiculous Santa’s hat, under the bar’s muted television, and this piece of shit is having the time of his life, getting patted on the back and having free drinks tossed his way.

God, I hate him…

This party’s not gonna end the same as last year’s. Not by a long shot. I won’t be slinking home alone, and Craig won’t be enjoying the intern. I came prepared this year. Right after I’m done with this shitty drink, I’m gonna get the revolver from my glove compartment and show everyone who really deserves the respect. I’ll show them who’s not gonna get pushed around any—


The party screamed and I snapped to the ear-splitting sound. The pistol’s barrel breathed a spiral of sinister smoke up past Craig’s waist and in front of his eyes. Sheila’s crumpled body is in a heap by his side. I watched, heart pounding in my throat, as Craig reached up and locked the door behind him.

“I’m tired of carrying all of you useless bastards all year long,” Craig said, darkly. The gun eagerly panned over the shivering mass of our co-workers. “Time to thin the herd.”

When the gun settled on me I knew I was f*cked. It’s like I said before. Craig was always one step ahead. One move faster.

anonymous asked:

could I request bakugou and todoroki going with their s/o to babysit their neice or nephew whose 3 and isnt feeling good and all they want to do is lay on them.........I'm sorry if this doesnt make sense

Of course you can =) And I’m pretty sure I understood everything corretly and I hope I could write it well enough and that you’re going to like it!


He grumbles at first, though he lets the kid rest against his side. They look tired and worn and unhappy and Bakugou just hopes they won’t start to cry or come down with a sickness.

His partner is currently preparing something soothing to drink so the little kid hopefully will feel a bit better. Bakugou would help them; however, since he doesn’t know what the brat likes and just sitting here with them calms them, he stayed on the couch.

The weight against his side grows heavier and Bakugou glances down and sees that the kid’s eyes are closed. Carefully, he shifts to wrap an arm around them and nudges the kid so it’s lying down properly.

When his partner returns, they set down the drink and spread a blanket over the child who rests with its head on Bakugou’s leg and curled up against his side.

“Thanks.” His partner whispers and gives him a kiss.


When the kid shyly asks if they can sit in his lap, Todoroki happily obliges. He’s glad that the little one likes him, even if they don’t look too well and that worries him a little.

Carefully, he rests his hand against their small forehead to see if they might be running a fever. The temperature is normal though, which hopefully means that the kid is either just really exhausted or will be okay until the parents are back and they know what to do.

His partner sits down beside him and gives him a small smile. Todoroki returns it softly, before they reach for the remote and switch on the TV, to let a child movie run with a lowered volume.

A moment later though, the kid has fallen asleep with their head tucked under Todoroki’s chin and while resting against his chest. He carefully leans back and moves down a bit, so they’re in a more comfortable position.

His partner spreads a soft blanket over them and Todoroki reaches out to take their hand and they lean down to give him another, small kiss.

Klangst Week: Day 2 - Mistakes/Faith


Summary: Lance can’t remember faces. Not even family members. Not until he met Keith. Why did he have to fuck it up? Lance’s POV:

I couldn’t tell anyone I was sick. How would they treat me?
No one would let someone like me be a paladin of Voltron. They’d misunderstand; think I would hurt someone. People underestimate me enough as it is; I could never let anyone know my secret.

I can’t remember a time in my life where I didn’t have prosopagnosia.
This basically means that I can’t remember faces, even family members.

We found out when I was young. Mum and Dad thought I was just getting confused between people because we had such a large family; but when I got older and still had to ask the names of people when they walked in a room we knew something was wrong.

I have little things that help me. Like pointers. Mum had very long dark hair and it was always braided.
Dad was the only one old enough to have a beard.

When I see someone, even siblings, it is like they are a stranger to me. I have learnt how to identify most of my family, but it takes a while.

We decided not to tell Garrisons when I applied about my disease. They would never let me in.

After a few months I could point out the smallest person and the largest person in the crowd to be my team mates Hunk and Pidge.

But then I saw him.
A black mullet, seemingly purple eyes and a deep frown.

I didn’t know what it was but his face stuck with me. I could see him. FINALLY someone I didn’t forget.

I wanted to be near him at all times. Remembering someone felt amazing.

But one day, I walked into class, a sea of strangers. Instead of identifying the mullet and taking a seat behind him. Instead of being obnoxiously loud so that maybe he would turn around. I saw no one. I had been told that I had moved up to fighter pilot but I didn’t know that this was the cost.

My one face. The only one that I remembered. Gone.

The night that I spotted him. The night we rescued Shiro and Voltron was reformed was the best night of my life. I had my face back. My one face. Keith’s face; his beautiful, gorgeous face!

I grew close with everyone on that ship but no one as much as Keith.

I still never told anyone about my disability, not even when Keith and I started dating.

It was fine mostly. Everyone had their colours. I could identify a Galra or alien rather quickly. It was easy enough.

Until one night when it all came crashing down.

Growing up, I had never had alcohol before. I had joined Voltron as a teenager had never had a drop in my life. Two years later I am still here and am a legal age. I had never experienced the effects of alcohol on my brain and no one knew of my disease so couldn’t tell me that drinking it was a very, very bad idea.

“Come on, babe. We’ll be late to the party.” Called Keith as he stood at the door of our shared room looking at his watch.

I sighed waking over to him from my spot on our bed and began adjusting his tie.
“I know, sorry, you jut look so good in a suit.”

Keith rolled his eyes and slapped my arm away from his collar.

“Agh! be good. We are meeting the elders of the Blade tonight. Leave your horniness behind.”

“Fine… love you.” I said hopefully, moving my arms back around Keith’s neck and resting then on his shoulders.

“Love you.” He sighed and leaned in to peck me quickly. “But we have to go. You coming?” He said as he stepped away from me and started to walk down the hall.

I ran to catch up with him and grabbed his hand in my own.
“Did I ever tell you that you have the most beautiful face.”

“Only every day, Lance.”


The ground was moving, the room was spinning. Was everyone swaying or was I? This was a bad idea. I couldn’t see who anyone was and my brain was pounding against my skull.

I tried to hard to focus on just one face but I couldn’t keep myself still.

I tripped and fell trying to get my balance as I searched for anything to hold onto to keep myself upright.

Then I saw him.
Black Mullet… check.
Suit… check.
Small… check.
Keith. Over by some old people looking very serious.

It must be him. He’s the only one I remember. And everything seems to check out.

In my drunken state I forced my way over to him and just as I was about to collapse I fell into his safe, strong arms.

“Wow, you okay there?”
His voice was so deep. Deeper then usual. I must be pissed.

He looked good though even if he was a little blurry.

So I did what I always did when I was with Keith. I leaned over and kissed him. He was so warm.



I let go of Keith and turned to where I heard his voice.

‘Two Keith’s?’

The music had stopped and everyone was looking at me. Hundreds of strange faces that I should know but didn’t.

“Wait Keith?” I called out to my boyfriend, searching for him.

“Yeah, Keith.” His voice said coldly. “Or did you forget I existed while you were making out with this alien?”
He yelled, clearly hurt.

“What!?” I stumbled up to face the Keith that I had been kissing.
Black mullet.
Black clothes
And… green skin, three eyes, seemingly female and is definitely not Keith.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!“

I searched for the real Keith in the crowd, instantly finding my one face. It was distorted in the angriest expression.


‘Not good.’


Sorry it’s late. Yay mental illness

anonymous asked:

Hey could you do one that's basically just camping with Josh and ty? Like it could be completely platonic or not whatever you feel works best I just think they'd be fun to camp with

Here you go!! I had so much fun writing this one omg. I hope it was what you wanted, sorry it took me so long to get to!! 


“It goes this way-“

“No, I think it’s right the way it is…”

“Josh, it’s not gonna fit this way, we have to turn it.”

“No, it’s right this way- Oh shit…”


“Yeah, you were right.”

You shook your head and let out a deep sigh.  

“We’re never going to get to go to bed,” Jenna declared, resting her head lazily on your shoulder.

“Maybe we should just go home, leave them to fend for themselves in the woods for the night,” you suggest.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had—“

“I heard that!”  Josh calls from across the campsite, his eyes glaring teasingly at you.

“We’ve almost got this figured out, just give us a sec,” Tyler says as he readjusts one of the poles.  

Jenna sighs and hops off from the flatbed of the truck.  You hear her open up the driver’s door and dig around for a bit.  When she reappears, she’s holding a bag of marshmallows and a smirk.

“Now at least we don’t have to suffer hungry,” she says.  

Twenty minutes, and about half a bag of marshmallows later, and the boys had the tent all set up.  They both walk towards you and Jenna with a look of accomplishment on their faces.  They even high five at one point.    

“Ladies, we’ve built you shelter from scratch.  Provided you with a cozy, warm home—“ Tyler says, his eyes narrowing once he’s seen that you had already broken into the food.

“How dare you,” he says, “snack on the marshmallows while Josh and I slaved away over there?”

You laugh, rolling up the bag and throwing it in the tote behind you.  

“I guess we’ll save the rest for the campfire, if that ever happens,” you smirk, jumping down from the truck and skipping over to Josh.  You peck his lips lightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and stroking the bit of pink, fluffy hair that stuck out of his baseball cap.  

“Good job baby,” you coo, taking a good look at the old tent they’d set up.  

He wraps an arm around you and smirks, letting the other hand rest proudly on his hip as he marvels at the put-together tent.  

“We’re like mountain men, huh Tyler?” he says jokingly.  

“Can mountain men make a fire?” Jenna asks hopefully.  

“Can we make fire?” Tyler repeats scoffing as if that was the most ridiculous question in the world.  

“If anyone can make fire, it’s the mountain men,” Josh says.

Thirty minutes go by and you and Jenna are huddled on the ground watching Tyler and Josh argue about how to arrange the sticks.

“I’m pretty sure they need, like, kindling first,” she whispers softly.

Your eyes widen at the sight of Tyler banging two rocks together, apparently trying to get a spark.

“I have a lighter in my pocket,” you whisper back.  

“I guess we just let them figure it out,” Jenna says, “Learn from their own mistakes and all that?”

You wrap Josh’s sweatshirt tighter around yourself, the sleeves too long and the body too big, and open the bag of marshmallows.  

After you so generously volunteer your lighter and Jenna enlightens Josh and Tyler on the concept of kindling, the four of you sit huddled around the fire.  

Josh sits with his legs slightly apart, you in between them, your back against his chest.  He has an arm coiled around your middle, and you gently traced your fingers up and down his thigh, the sound of his soft breath in your ear.  You lean your head back,  resting it against the crook of his neck and stare into the flames.

Tyler brought out his ukulele and serenaded you all with a new piece he was working on.  The crackling sound of the fire coincided so nicely with the raspiness of Tyler’s voice and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as Josh lightly began drumming the palms of his hands against the side of your thighs to the beat.  The song was good.  The lyrics thoughtful.  

Jenna and Tyler call it quits.  They bid you both goodnight before clambering inside the tent for the night.

“Are you ready for bed?” Josh asks as he leans down and kisses your cheek.  He brings his knee up and you rest your hand on it.

“Not yet,” you whisper, looking up at the sky.

You gasp lightly at the sight of millions of stars staring back.  You hadn’t realized what a clear night it was until now.  

“So beautiful,” you whisper.  

Josh hums in agreement.

“I wonder which star is the brightest,”

“I think I know,” Josh mumbles, staring straight at you.  

anonymous asked:

people said "Patrick can't perform y&m live!" and he replied "BET"

honestly i approach the whole performance with skepticism but mostly a whole lot of hard constructive criticism? the whole thing at the beginning was messy and they were all very hesitant about their distortion pedals (especially patrick at the very beginning who hit his way too hard and that’s what made his voice awkward go in and out). they fell hard out of sync a few times b/c a song like y&m depends on very coordinated timing and you’d say that any song is like that but they’re also adding a whole new element on top of that to watch out for which is again the distortion pedals. patrick for example has to sing, play, and also pay attention to the pedal and using it when he has to and to the best extent it needs

the drums and the bass were exceptional but joe’s vocals weren’t matching well with patrick’s especially for this song. they were relying heavily on their main rhythm that the song demands and luckily pete and andy delivered that. patrick did command more control in the second verse and did manage to add his own live touches that didn’t misguide the song. there were parts where he went high but needed to go low which is really what the song depends on to give it the contrast from drop chorus and verse. he did also seem a little out of practice which happens to patrick basically after every form of break and hopefully he can maneuver through that – studio recording and live is very different

speaking of the chorus? disaster and needs to be reconstructed for live playability and also sound. if they’re going to be doing it the way they are they don’t really need patrick singing a wild assortment of “menace, menace, young, yoUNG, MEN, MEN, ACE” just everywhere which made it hard to take seriously and made me personally cringe? it’s not an impossible song to play live and they wanted to step outside of their comfort zone and this is where they kinda have to go off the deep end to start working on perfecting it leading up to tour

they need to rely on the pre-recording and especially on andy and their own instrumentals, treat it like a whole other entity. so hopefully they’ll look at the performance and do a little evaluation that might even change how they craft the rest of the album in its teenage form right now just to super focus on reasonable playability. so i’m not worried about them succeeding in figuring it out by november but until then? when it had its moments they were good but they’ve got a long way to go


Evan Hansen x Reader

//dabs how abt an Evan x (gender neutral) reader where reader brings Evan to,an,aquarium for the first time??? And maybe reader spills a ton,of inowedge on Evan abt the animals and Evan is just really excited abt it all???? Thanks :D

“Okay Y/N, you can do this,” you told yourself as you walked up to the front door of the Hansen house.

You and Evan were going on a date tonight. You had asked him a few days ago if he wanted to go and check out the new aquarium that just opened in town.

He shyly said yes and now here you were. You knew that it was going to be a little difficult for both of you, but you were hoping that this night would bring some joy and relaxation.

You rang the door to his house and a few moments later his mother opened it.

“Good evening Ms. Hansen,” you said to her as she smiled at you.

“Evan!” she called. “Your datemate is here!”

You blushed.

Evan came down the stairs, a blush covering his face as well.

“Thanks mom, I’ll see you later,” he told her, stepping outside the door. She nodded and waved goodbye as the two of you turned towards your car.

“Ready to go?” you asked as he buckled up. He nodded shyly and mumbled a small yes.

You took a deep breath and started the car, pulling out of his driveway and onto the street. The drive started out silently awkward.

“How is your arm feeling?” you questioned quietly.

“It’s good. I mean, it’s been better of course but after falling out of a tree I’d say that it’s a lot better than it was before,” he rushed out.

“That’s good. Do you have any idea when you might get it off?”

“Hopefully next month.”

The rest of the drive was silent, you didn’t want to push him too much. You knew that his anxiety could get the best of him and you wanted him to be comfortable tonight.

“Alright, I’ve got the tickets, are you ready to go in? They’re having a seal show in about half an hour if you want to go check that out.”

He looked up at you, maintaining eye contact for a few seconds.

“That sounds really cool. I’d love to,” he replied.

You grabbed your map and headed off to go find the seals.

As you sat down to wait for the show to start you found your excitement growing. Seals were one of your favorite animals.

“Did you know that some seals can hold their breath underwater for about two hours by slowing down their heartbeats?” you asked Evan.

He looked back at you a little startled, a small grin appearing on his face as he watched you turn to look back at the seals that were swimming in the water.

“Also their whiskers are part of what help them search for prey in the dark waters,” you said, spitting out more random facts about seals.

“You must really love seals,” Evan said to you. You nodded happily.

“They’re my favorite animal. Seals also live from 25 to 30 years old, and females tend to live longer than males.”

Evan smiled at the sight of you, your eyes glowing with joy as you continued to tell him all sorts of facts about seals.

You both watched the show, smiles on your faces and your hearts were warm.

“That was a lot of fun!” Evan proclaimed as you walked out of the seal show. “What should we do next?”

“Jellyfish?” you asked hopefully.

“Sounds good to me.”

As you walked along you noticed that Evan became twitchy again.

“Is something wrong Evan?” you asked quietly. He looked at you nervously.

“Can I-” he started. “C-can I h-hold your hand? Maybe? If you’re okay with that I mean I know that it might make you uncomfortable which is why I wanted to ask if it was okay before I just randomly grabbed your hand because I feel like this date is going really well and I don’t want to mess it up because…”

You took his hand softly.

“It’s more than alright Evan. Thank you for asking.”

He smiled with relief.

“So… do you know any jellyfish facts?” he asked you.

Your eyes lit up again.

“Did you know that jellyfish can clone themselves?”


“Beautiful Pie” -Dean Winchester One Shot

Originally posted by soluscheese

Summary: Sam has been gone for months and Dean and Reader have finally revealed their feelings towards each other and are now together. Reader decides to surprise Dean with a pie after a rough day at work.

Word Count: 1270

A/N: Just a little bit of fluff because Dean deserves happiness XD Requests are open :D

               You stood at the counter, looking at all the different types of pie that you could possibly imagine. Your boyfriend Dean had been having such a rough day, that you wanted to surprise him with a pie when he got home from his hunt. You had no idea that there were this many flavours of pie, and you weren’t sure which one to get. You knew his favourite was apple but there were three different types of apple pie.

               “Did you need help there?” the girl behind the counter, and you looked up from the pies and gave her a small smile, nodding your head. The girl smiled back. “Is there any specific flavour you were after?” she asked, as she grabbed a pair of gloves from behind the counter and pulled them on.

               “My boyfriend loves pie, probably more than me and I wanted to surprise him with one. His favourite flavour is Apple, but I don’t know which one. Can you recommend which one’s the best one?” you asked, as you moved your face closer to the glass cabinets. The girl opened one of the glass doors on the other side of the counter and grabbed the pie closest to you. You watched as she put it on the counter.

               “This is apple and raspberry and it’s our most popular flavour. I guarantee that your boyfriend will love it.” She explained, as she started to box it up. You nodded, your heart starting to beat rather quickly. You couldn’t wait to get home and surprise Dean. Ever since Sam had gone, even though Dean said he was happy, she knew that he missed him and you felt useless sometimes. Once the pie was all boxed up, you paid for it and left the shop, heading back to your house. Once you were inside, you looked at the clock, seeing that there was an hour before Dean finished work. You put the pie in the fridge, and headed upstairs to put something nice on. You decided to go with a simple pair of jeans and a nice white fitted shirt. You looked at yourself and smiled, and then headed down the stairs to start dinner.

               When Dean finally got home from a tough day at the garage, he was happy to see that you were home, and he couldn’t wait to have some dinner and put his feet up. Locking the car, he headed towards the front door, and could smell the dinner you were cooking inside, and it made his stomach grumble. He was hungry and couldn’t wait to get inside. When he walked inside the house, he could smell the food and a smile appeared on his face.

               “Honey, I’m home.” He called out, and he could hear some noises coming in from the kitchen. Kicking his shoes off, he walked into the kitchen and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you working in the kitchen. He stood in the door way for a moment, watching you. It took you a couple of seconds to find him standing there, and you turned around and smiled when you saw him. You walked over to him, wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly on the lips. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you back.

               “How was work?” you asked, as you kissed him on the cheek and walked back into the kitchen. Dinner was pretty much done, so all you needed to do was dish it up. You reached up and grabbed two plates, and started to dish it up. Dean couldn’t help but watch you, every move you made, and he couldn’t help but smile.

               “It was OK. I have next week off, so I thought we could go somewhere romantic.” He commented, as he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, and started to kiss your neck. You closed yours eyes at his gesture, and smiled.

               “Do you mind, I’m trying to get dinner finished.” You said, as you felt his hands move up your body. He let out a small chuckle and kissed your lips once more, before moving away to let you finish. It didn’t take long to finish up, and when you were finished you smiled at your work and headed into the dining room, finding Dean already sitting at the table. You placed his plate in front of him and he looked down at his plate and grinned. It was his favourite dinner. You placed your own plate in front of your place and quickly headed into the kitchen and grabbed two cold beers from the fridge. You opened them both up and headed into the dining room and handed him one.

               “You’re too good to me.” Dean commented, which made you smile. You sat down at your seat, and watched as he dug into his food. Dean had been through a lot these last couple of days and you didn’t think the two of you would get over Sam’s death. You both weren’t over it, and thought about him every day, but you both had to carry on with your lives and you were glad that you came together. You loved Dean like crazy, and would hate to lose him.

               ‘It’s because I love you too much.” You commented, and you started to dig into your own dinner. It didn’t take long for you both to finish up, and when you were finished, you couldn’t wait to bring out the surprise you had for him. “So, I got a surprise for you today.” You said, when Dean put down his fork and knife and he glanced up at you, and looked a little surprised. You stood up, grabbed both of your plates, and walked into the kitchen. You put the plates in the sink and opened the oven, and smiled at how perfect the pie looked. Grabbing he oven mittens, you put them on and took out the pie and placed it on top of the stove. You grabbed what you needed from the kitchen and carried it into the dining room. Dean watched as you walked into the dining room, and when he saw that pie in your hands, his face lit up.

               “Holey crap that is one beautiful pie.” He commented, as you placed the pie in the middle of the table, and you couldn’t help but smile. He watched as you started to cut the pie into pieces and placed one on a plate for him and handed it to him. “Oh wow. Why did I ever wait this long to confess my feelings for you.” He added, as he grabbed a fork and started to eat it. You placed a slice on a plate for yourself and watched as he ate his. It made you happy seeing how happy he was, and you realized that it was the first time you had seen him this happy in a long time.

               “Probably because we were both too stubborn to say anything.” You replied, stabbing your own bit of pie, and taking a bite. You were surprised at how good this pie was, and the girl was right. Dean loved the pie! You needed to remember to go back tomorrow and thank the girl. Dean looked up at you and you couldn’t help but laugh a little at the amount of pie that was around his mouth. You realized then, that this was the man you had fallen in love with and planned to stay in love with for the rest of your life hopefully.



The sun hasn’t risen yet as I stand at the oven, making breakfast for my daughter. It’s early September, her first day of kindergarten, and I got up even earlier than usual to make her something good. I have to be at the hospital today at 9am, which gives me just enough time to drop her off at school on my way.

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Name: I See
Pairing: Lucifer x reader
Comment: Lucifer meets the reader in Lux (where she came with friends, not really willingly) and asks what he deepest desire is, expecting to hear something vulgar and banal. The action takes place before all the events of the series.

“So… What’s you name?” the owner of the club offers you a drink and looks you in the eye.

“Y/N,” you smile and take the glass. “Thank you, Lucifer.”

“What is your deepest desire, Y/N?” he smiles, looking you in the eye.

“Deepest?” he nods. “Honestly?” he nods again, so you breathe in and confess. “I really don’t want to be lonely, you know.”

“M… Aren’t you here with friends?” you shrug your shoulders.

“Mom friend here. Honestly, I don’t really belong anywhere, but… You know,” you gulp the drink and look away.

“I see…” he smiles, looking at you with some wonder. “But… you are in the middle of the crowd.”

“That’s not the same as being not lonely. Like… Look around. No one here will care if I leave. No one cares about my problems, I can’t task to anyone here,” you sigh.

“Then… why are you here?”

“My… Huh. My company,” you point at the actively dancing girls in the middle of the club. “I am here to get them home before 6 am. Hopefully,” you grin, and Lucifer looks you in the eye.

“But you don’t want to be here?”

“I would much rather get a book, glass of good wine and read until 3, but nothing is perfect on this planet,” you smile at him, faking it. Lucifer keeps looking at you with soft smile, then stands up and offers you his hand. “Uhm… No?”

“Come on, I wouldn’t hurt someone who takes care of my clients,” he still holds his hand in front of you, so you take it suspiciously and follow him to the elevator, avoiding the direct contact with the rest of his body. As soon as the elevator closes, you let go of his hand, and Lucifer leans against the wall, looking at you.

“Where are we going?”

“My apartment. The bartender will tell me when your friends are ready to go home, while you will actually sit in a quiet place,” you look askance at him.


“I want to,” Lucifer smiles and leads you in the apartment, almost touching your back with his hand, but avoiding the direct contact. You look around, stunned by the amazing view.

“Holy Hell,” you freeze, staring at the LA. “That’s incredible. You actually live here?”

“Yeah,” he grins, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “So…”

“Aren’t you afraid that I am a bulgar?”

“Are you?”

“No. Still, possible,” you both smile. “It’s really quiet here.”

“I worked on that. Sometimes, I really don’t feel like staying down there,” you nod understandingly. “I still don’t understand… Why did you come here?”

“My friends… They are reckless, and I really care for them. We met long time ago, and I was always the most responsible one, so… I am the mom friend, that’s all.”

“Very well,” he sits down on the couch and looks at you, as you take a book out of your bag (or the phone) and open it. “You actually meant that you will read?”

“Of course!” he grins and sips his whiskey. “Oh… Right. Thank you. Really, I would have gone mad down there.”

“You are a very strange person,” he smiles, leaning in the couch. “But of course, please, read.”

“That is strange. Why are you helping me?”

“I wanted to. And that’s it,” you shrug your shoulders and return to the book. “You are interesting,” Lucifer keeps staring at you, as if you are a puzzle that he wants to solve.

Diabetes | MT

Genre: Angst, Fluff (at end)

Word count: 1353

(Hey I have a request! Can you make a scenario where mark and his girlfriend are going to celebrate their 3month anniversary. When he comes to her home to pick her up for the date, he finds her on the ground faint. He finds out that she has diabetes type 1 when they go to hospital and he never knew about it?)


“You’ve gotten so skinny” Mark said to you, his tone made him sound overly concerned about his observation of you in the mirror. He was right though, your number on the scale has decreased and you look visibly thin in the mirror. But you still had no idea why, you weren’t even trying to loose weight.

“It’s okay mark, it happens” You said casually, not wanting to make him more worried than he was at the moment. He sighed heavily, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Keep yourself healthy jagiya” he said, resting his head against your shoulder, kissing the crook of your neck, “remember what today is?” He suddenly brought up, making you smile.

“Hmm” you nodded your head, smiling while looking away from your boyfriend.

“Well I need to go, see you tonight” he said, realizing that he was late for the time he promised JB he would be at the studio to practice. He kissed you on the cheek and ran towards the front door to leave towards the JYP building.

As Mark was fully gone, you looked at your body in the mirror. Still confused to why you’re getting thinner and thinner day by day. But that wasn’t the last of it. You’re mouth was occasionally dry, causing you to hydrate yourself more often, causing occasional trips to the washroom. You became much more hungrier and tired than usual. These things were what a lot of people had but…you never had this problem before. You looked down at your hand, you accidentally cut your palm when You tried to stop bam bam from dabbing again. The bandaid still covered the wound, it’s been almost a month and it still hasn’t healed, or gotten the tiniest bit of better. This all was starting to worry you.

You went to your room to pick out your clothes for the date mark promised for today. Today was special, of marked your guy’s 3 month anniversary, and you were going to spend it lovingly together, since Mark was and idol and all and didn’t have a lot of time to spend wth you. Hopefully…today will turn out great.


“Okay good job guys, that’s it for today” mark’s manager said to him and the rest of his group, focusing looking over the seven sweaty bodies on the floor.

“See you tomorrow” Jinyoung said as he waved to our manager as he left the room.

“Well guys, I need to hurry” Mark quickly said, regaining strength his my legs as I got up from the floor.

“Have fun on your date mark~” Jackson cooed, frolicking around the practice room. From all the years He had know this guy, it still amazes him how he still has all of this energy inside him.

“See you guys later” Make finally said, waving ‘bye’ to the other 6 as I left the room, and outside of the JYP building.

As He got outside, the sun was still up, but starting to set, giving him enough time to drive to drive to your house to retrieve you for your guy’s date. Off towards the car and onto your house.


Mark twisted the knob to your front door after he unlocked it with the spare keys you gave him. He slowly walked into your house, finding only darkness to cross all of it, since the sun had set by now.

“Y/n” Mark called for your name, but no reply. He started to walk through your house, trying to find you, but no luck. After searching and searching, he finally caught a glimpse of light, coming from the bottom of a closed door. He slowly walked up to the door and knocked.

“Y/n…are you in there?” He softly said, his nose was already touching the cold wood of the door. To Mark’s panic state, it made it worse when he didn’t get a return reply. He put his hand on the door knob and noticed that the door was unlocked, and wasn’t even closed completely.

“Jagi…I’m coming in okay?” He silently questioned, knowing that you won’t respond to those words either. He gently pushed the door open, revealing the sight that we wasn’t expecting.

You body laid limp on the soft carpeted floor of your room. Not knowing if you were still breathing still. Mark ran over to you and without thinking, he checked your pulse out of pure fear. He calmed down a bit to find that your breathing was still regular.

“Y/n?” He lightly shook your body, hoping that you fell asleep or something small like that, but you didn’t get up. You passed out. Realizing this, Mark quickly picked you up bridal style and brought you to his car to bring you to the hospital.


You stared at the needle that the nurse just placed into your arm. You became hypnotized as you watched your blood rush out of your body and into the tube the nurse was holding in her hand.

“We are doing a simple blood test Mrs. Y/L/N. we have to check if you managed to attract something” the doctor spoke up, starling you, making the needle in your arm move a bit, causing it to send a rush of pain through your body. You visibly twitched, causing Mark, who was standing next to you, to place his hand on your head and moved his hand though your hair, petting you.

As the nurse and doctor left to perform the blood test, you and Mark were left waiting in the room. Th were sitting on that chair-like table that they had in the Doctor rooms while Mark was standing directly infront of you. As you looked at your boyfriend, you suddenly felt the feeling of guilt hit you. Because you fainted, the reservation that Mark made had to be cancelled, and also with the rest of his plans.

“I’m sorry I ruined today” you said, looking away from him, unable to look at him straight in the eye, waiting for his response.

“Ruin it? Baby…I would rather be here than you fainting on our date” he said, getting closer to you. I look back at him, your eyes were now wide, waiting for what he was going to do next.

Mark softly kissed your forehead and smiled at you, “at least-” he said, getting cut off as the door started to unlock. Mark swiftly stepped away from you, looking at the doctor that just entered the room.

“Well…Mrs.Y/L/N…the test has diagnosed you with type one diabetes” the doctor said, his words hitting you like a truck.

“It’s a lot to take in for a youngster like you, I know…well for now, we can prescribe you with insulin ejections until we can get you an actual prescription” he said, walking towards his cabinet that hung above his computer. You looked at Mark, as he looked back at you…you never thought that your three month anniversary would go like this,


You finally made it back into Mark’s car. Since the doctor came back into the room, Mark did all the talking, which means that no word came out of your mouth since then, until now.

“Mark” your voice was low, “what were you going to say before the doctor came in?” You asked him as he got into the car, turning it on.

“Hmm?” He hummed, shrouded by your sudden question. You looked at him, your eyes showed tiredness, pleading for his response as quick as possible.

“Well…I was going to say; at least I’m here with you, that’s all I wanted” he said, reaching over to place his hand into your cheek, turning your head.

“Happy three month anniversary, even if you were diagnosed today, it will never change the way I view you y/n…I love you” he said, kissing you.

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