i was gonna wait but technically it is her birthday here so

birthday headcanons for our favorite blue boy
  • he gets a lot of stuff. like, a lot of stuff, including but not limited to:
  • a cup of peppermint tea in his favorite chipped mug waiting for him when he wakes up, piping hot and extra sweet 
  • an old broken keyboard and a bunch of tools and cool things that make really unique sounds that he can fix it with
  • a few hours alone in the garden in the back of the house during the early morning, during which he meditates and tinkers with some of the mechanical things he’s been collecting and writes down a few lyrics and chords
  • a thatching kit
  • no headaches today for some reason because the universe was in his favor today and because of that he’s clear-headed and alert 
  • russ gets him a really nice flickcomb with a cool handle and some vintage vinyls of the human league and the clash. he also gets him a hat because russ is the hat expert and one of those sensory weighted blankets that are supposed to reduce anxiety because russ has one and 2d always says how much he likes it
  • noodle gets him an entire outfit, like the fuckin cutest crop top and a shit ton of neon and pastel nail polish colors and a choker and crazy socks, and also gets him heelys that can light up (part of the reason she got him so much stuff is because she also got it for herself because they essentially share a wardrobe at this point. also bc they’re rich and they can do what they want). she gets him the head of one of the zombies at kong too because she’s metal like that and 2d gasps and says “this is WICKED” like he’s a 10 year old on christmas
  • murdoc tosses a pack of cigarettes at him when he comes downstairs in the morning and grunts “here you go” but then he buys him a drink or two later. that afternoon 2d finds home baked scones in the shape of swans and really nice cologne and a leather jacket in his room. he also gives him a legit collar “because you seemed pretty excited about it on that track” and 2d goes all red 
  • they make him get in the car after lunch and surprise him by driving up to crawley to see his mom and cyborg noodle. his mom pinches his cheek and says that he gets handsomer every year and shows everyone embarrassing baby pictures of stu. cyborg noodle’s body gives him a little salute and shows him her bike all decked-out with streamers on the handles. they all have cake and sing him happy birthday and then murdoc gets too excited and pushes his face into the cake as a joke and starts a food fight with 2d and noodle for a few seconds before russ breaks it up
  • they take him to the fairgrounds by his old house for a few hours. he eats too much cotton candy and they all go on the ferris wheel together and he and noodle make the ferris wheel car swing back and forth and murdoc looks like he’s gonna be sick. russ wins him a fucking massive stuffed animal at the ring toss and he carries it around on his back. 
  • also random people at the fair come up to him like “omg are you the singer for gorillaz? ??  i LOVE your music” and he’s like haha yeah and then they go “my favorite album of all time has to be the fall” and 2d just chokes and looks like he’s gonna cry 
  • when they get home he helps russ and noodle make dinner (it’s vegetarian and has rice noodles) and the whole band eats it sitting on the couch together as they marathon zombie movies. 2d talks the whole time about films and behind-the-scenes facts, so much that murdoc has to remind him to eat his dinner. 
  • he falls asleep with katsu on his lap and russ and noodle and murdoc cuddled around him and he is warm and safe and loved and happy 
Mini Matchmaker Bonus Scene (Steve AU Series)

Characters: reader x Steve, OC Justice Rogers, Sharon (mentioned)

Summary: Having been dating Steve seriously for a few months, the relationship is moving forward rather quickly as another holiday of sorts approaches. 

Warnings: none! Fluff. Illness I guess. Eh. 

Word count: 1816 (yet another failed drabble. heh.)

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A/N: So I lied a little, Part 4 isn’t the end I guess but this popped into my head so I wrote it. Also it was kind of requested by SOMEone for me to write a “birthday holiday” part attached to this fic so HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DARLING KATIE!!! ( @rogersxbarnesx ) Technically it was yesterday and I didn’t forget! I just have literally the worst timing ever. :D I really hope you like this, my dear! 

Mini Matchmaker Series Masterlist


Originally posted by yikesevans

Children are wonderful. Children are gifts. Children are the future…or whatever. You love kids. But kids are also germ-infested cesspools just waiting to infect unsuspecting souls like you. But that’s what you get for serving others.

Grabbing yet another tissue from your purse, you blew your nose and apologized once again to your cab driver and assured him you hadn’t touched anything. He made a disgusted face, but said nothing. These days, you normally took the train into the city, but to minimize the exposure of germs to strangers, you had taken a cab to and from work today. You had taken the past few days off due to illness, but there were a few things you just had to handle yourself.

After accomplishing the bare minimum and grabbing a few files you could work on at home, you called it a day. Your head was pounding again and the faucet that had become your nose refused to stop dripping. Approaching the house, you used a card to swipe and pay, along with a generous tip, to avoid handing contaminated cash to the poor driver. Using your sleeve, you opened the car door and headed up the steps.

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Alex’s Birthday

@jemily Happy, happy, happy birthday, my darling. You deserve all the best things, and you deserve to be celebrated: I am so proud of you for being you! Here’s to you and here’s to an incredible year ahead <3 <3 <3 

Here, have two birthday fics I’ve already written, and one made special for you on your special day! 



She forgets to eat when she’s stressed, and she forgets the day of the week when her shifts tend to bleed into each other.

Some years – years like this, years with Jeremiah and Cadmus and Rick Malverne and coming out, god, falling in love – she forgets her own birthday.

Maggie nudges Kara in the bar a few nights before Alex’s birthday.

“She hasn’t said anything about it, you know. Her birthday. I only know because it was on the forms we had to fill out with Pam down in HR. Does Alex not like her birthday or something? I don’t want to upset her if I – “

“No, no no no, Alex loves her birthday. Eliza always makes a big thing out of it, and I think it was the only time Alex felt like she was the center of things…” Kara trails off, adjusting her glasses and guilt flashing over her face.

Maggie hesitates before touching her shoulder, and Kara leans into her touch, a small smile on her face. She may still be getting used to sharing Alex’s love with someone – with trusting someone with Alex’s heart, with Alex’s soul, with Alex’s body – but she is getting used to it. Slowly. But it’s happening.


“Were you thinking of doing something for her?”

Maggie shrugs and takes a swig of her root beer, leaning over the bar counter and watching Alex laugh with James and Winn at the pool table.

“Sure, I have some ideas. But I don’t know what traditions you guys have, and I didn’t want to impose or wreck anything for you all, you know?”

Kara smiles, and it’s genuine, because Maggie’s making it easier by the day to like her. To trust her.

“Kara! Maggie! Come back, Winn has no shot with you on his team!”

“Hehe, Winn having a shot. Nice work, Alex!”

“Oh my god, you guys, leave me alone. Kara! Maggie! Come back!”

Maggie and Kara lean into each other when they laugh, and as they stroll over to the pool table, Kara whispers to Maggie to meet her for lunch at Noonan’s tomorrow.

To plan for Alex’s birthday.

And plan, they do.

Because Alex might have forgotten her own birthday – or maybe she’s just not saying anything about it because she assumes everyone else has forgotten and doesn’t want to impose – but her family sure hasn’t.

Because when Alex gets home late a few days later, her apartment is crammed with the people she loves most.

Kara has somehow wrangled J’onn into a party hat, and James is laughing behind his camera, and Winn and Lucy are whooping as Kara giggles and claps when Maggie pulls her into her arms, Alex eagerly parting her lips for Maggie’s tongue, tugging Maggie closer, closer, both of them slightly off-balance, caught between laughing and crying and kissing, until Lucy shouts, “My god, you two, you’re gonna give J’onn a coronary, can you wait until we all go home?”

They part breathless with lust and breathless with laughter, and Kara bursts into Alex’s arms.

“Happy birthday, Alex,” she whispers into her ear, and Alex squeezes her tight, squeezes her close, close, close.

“You didn’t have to do this, Kara,” she says, because even though there are candles in a dozen donuts – like they do every year for her birthday – and even though the Bare Naked Ladies are blasting through the apartment – like they do every year on her birthday – she’d thought everyone forgot this year.

Hell, she almost had.

And she had so much blood on her hands this year – so very much blood – that she didn’t think anyone would find her worth celebrating, anyway.

But James does, gifting her with a photospread of her and Maggie in different stages of their relationship.

And Winn does, presenting her ceremonially with a specially-designed thigh holster for her alien gun.

And Lucy does, grinning from ear to ear as she gives her a lesbian sex handbook and a pair of handcuffs that makes Kara groan, Maggie gulp and bring her hand to her lips, and J’onn wish his newest daughter thought much more quietly.

And J’onn does, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he gives her a letter – because to write things down is to truly, truly say them – calling her his daughter, telling her how proud he is of her, telling her that nothing makes him happier than her happiness, telling her that he loves her, now more than ever.

And Kara does, squeezing her close as she gives her an entire array of gifts, ranging from a new set of medical gadgets from Caitlin Snow to a painting Kara made herself of Alex and Maggie cuddling on Kara’s couch. Alex cries, and Maggie isn’t far behind.

And Maggie does – love her, god, love her, think she’s worth celebrating, every single day and night and all the times in between – nervously presenting her with her tickets to their first hockey game, a handwritten card talking about love and need and joy and hope, and a dog collar with the name Gertrude engraved on it.

Alex weeps and she laughs and she weeps some more, and she doesn’t stop celebrating with her family until long after midnight, until long after her birthday is, technically, over.

But none of them stop celebrating her, stop laughing with her, stop taking turns holding her, because it doesn’t matter what day it is: Alex Danvers is always, always, always worth celebrating.

Boyfriend/Girlfriend Tag

Originally posted by martziplier98

Request: Your writing is AMAZING❤ Could I request an Ethan x reader? Where the reader is a youtuber and they doing the girlfriend/boyfriend challenge?

Summary: Fem!Reader and boyfriend Ethan do the boyfriend/girlfriend tag for reader’s youtube channel! Lots of fluff ensues.

A/N: Hey there kiddos, I would like to apologize for taking so long with this request. I had class today, not to mention an essay due just a couple hours ago so I mostly tried staying away from my phone. That being said I loved this request so much because there were so many possibilities for fluffy stories ahhh. I mean as it stands, it’s 1am as I’m typing this right now and I have no regrets. I’m kinda proud of this one tbh. Sorry, no self deprecating humor in this author’s note. Anyway, thanks for the request so much, it was so fun to write this! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1131 srry I got carried away whoops

Warnings: s o m u c h f l u f f. Physically repulsive to read so much cute thing. Continue at your own risk. Also i said ‘ass’ a couple times I think.

Please request some more! My inbox is empty! Pleaseeee!

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anonymous asked:

Jimin might have that fame of Gang Boss and stuff but I can't wait to see the Soft side inside him (that I believe that is hidden through that jerk grin and dirty accent)

“Hey boss, how’d it go?”

One of the new recruits - Jimin can’t really remember her name, but Hani brought her to the garage saying she had promise - stops Jimin when he’s about to enter his office. Jimin feels tired and sweaty after a whole day’s worth of stealing, and he’d just finished a phone call letting V know he could put the surveillance cameras back up, but he appreciates when recruits wants to keep themselves up to date; even if Jimin doesn’t allow them to come along.

“’t went well,” Jimin replies, “the girls are checkin’ the catch today. Few bikes and a pretty good 2005 Toyota Corolla picked up in sum’ neighborhood in Myeongdong. Looks like it hasn’t run a single mile.”

Jimin raises one eyebrow at the way the girl’s eyes glitters. “’m sure Hani’ll let ya look at the catch before we pull it apart,” Jimin continues, grinning.

“Really? Think so?” the girl exclaims, excitement obvious. “Oh cool - I’ll - I’m gonna go find her, then! Uhh - your hooker stopped by, by the way, he’s in your office?”

“My… hooker?” Jimin questions, crossing his arms over his chest. “Ya mean my darlin’ is ‘ere?”

The girl flushes. “Oh. Uh. Yeah, your boyfriend, then, I suppose?”

“Nah. Hooker’s right,” Jimin grinned, enjoying the panicked look on the girl’s face. “’m just messing with you girlie. You let him in?”

She nods, quickly. “Was I not supposed to? I mean, he didn’t give me much of a choice, just said ‘I’m here for your boss’ and when I said you weren’t in he just said he’d wait for you. Shut the door in my face and all, and - uhh - I mean no disrespect but I didn’t wanna go in your office.”

Huh. Jimin clicks his tongue. “S'okay girlie, you can let 'im in whenever. Technically he’s one of us, yeah?” He pauses, uncrosses his arms. “Run along then, before Hani dissembles everythin’.”

The girl nods and scampers off with a mumbled 'thank you G,’ and Jimin stares after her until she’s out of sight. He turns to his locked office door then, fingers itching. Yoongi isn’t supposed to be here today. Jimin hasn’t called him.

Was… something wrong?

Considering the possibility that they would have to get rid of another body, Jimin pushes the door open.

The office looks empty at first glance, until Jimin spots movement in the corner of the room. On the immaculate leather couch Hani had got him (stole) for his birthday lays Yoongi, sleeping. He is bundled into a few blankets Jimin keeps around whenever it gets a little too cold in the garage, cheek smushed into the fabric of the couch. Jimin closes the door behind himself, quietly, and suppresses a smile.

Slowly, Jimin walks over and sits down on the couch. He runs a hand through Yoongi’s mint hair, watching his face scrunch up in his sleep. Jimin chuckles when Yoongi opens his eyes drowsily and gives him a deadly glare. “This was a welcome surprise, darlin’,” Jimin says, “findin’ you on my couch like this. You wearin’ a little too much, though. The whole blanket burrito thing isn’t very sexy.”

“Fuck off,” Yoongi grunts, pulling the blankets around him a little tighter. “I’m not here to fuck.”

“Hmm… sounds fake.”

Yoongi throws him another glare. Jimin might have been intimidated if Yoongi didn’t look like a sleepy cat at the moment. “Again - fuck you,” Yoongi says, wriggling his hands out of the blanket to flip Jimin the bird. “You can have your way with me later, I just need sleep. Some assholes have been renovating next door so I can’t get any rest in my own apartment.”

“An’ my garage was the best option?” Jimin asks, smirk sliding onto his lips.

“Better than the brothel.”

Fair enough, Jimin supposes. He wasn’t going to complain about Yoongi showing up out of nowhere. At least he wasn’t hurt or needed Jimin’s help hurting someone. “Alright, s’ long as you suck my dick later.”

Grunt. “Gonna pay me?”

Jimin laughs. “Of course not. Forever indebted, Yoongi. Your own words.”

Yoongi grumbles. “Fine. I’ll suck your dick for free, you filthy, greedy loanshark. Now - let me rest.”


When he was human, throughout his whole life, Danny had been silenced. His overbearing sister would interrupt him, his parents would talk over him, and the bullies at school would beat it out of him. So it shouldn’t surprise him that his strongest power in his ghost form is his voice.

One that he couldn’t use anymore.

He had used his voice to banter with ghosts and super villains and Fury whenever he annoyed Danny. It was, in his opinion, his most prized possession. Or at least, it was.

Vlad had teamed up with a few mutants from the Brotherhood. They captured him, held him down, made him drink Clockwork knows what. All he felt was burning and pain, like his throat was a volcano and anything he swallowed was the lava that burned the walls away. He couldn’t eat hardly anything because the pain was so strong. When Logan had found him he was nothing more than skin and bones.

Thankfully Danny knew sign language thank to his few missions with Hawkeye from the Avengers, but at the Xavier institute he was pretty much the only one, which kind of made it all the more lonely.

They all noticed his change of mood. You would have had to be blind to not see it. Danny had become distant, forced into a sort of expressionless behavior. He wanted so badly to join in on the conversations, but he was always reminded by his dead vocal chords that he couldn’t. It was driving him a little more than crazy. 

It had almost gotten him and a couple of others killed in the Danger Room, because when he tried warning his friends, he couldn’t. He was a danger to them and himself without his voice. That led him to thinking that maybe it was time for retirement. Maybe he should live his days out in the Zone, where nobody but Skulker would bother him. He could see Frostbite more often, and Clockwork too. It wouldn’t be so bad, right?

It wasn’t hard to sneak out of the school, what with his invisibility and intangibility helping him. But it was hard for him to leave. They took him in and helped him grow, helped protect him when nobody else would. He had made a family here, even if he wasn’t technically a mutant. None of them had batted an eye at that; they were just happy to have a new family member. The more the merrier, as Beast had put it.

He forced himself to look ahead as he walked down the long driveway to the iron gates, wiping away the tears that began to blur his vision. If he looked back it would just hurt more.

“Kid, where do you think you’re going?”

Danny stopped at the sound of Logan’s voice but he didn’t turn around. Instead he waited for Logan to catch up to him.

“So, you’re leavin’?” Logan asked. Danny nodded, tightening his grip around the straps of his backpack. “Why?”

Danny turned to Logan forcefully, angry tears building up in his eyes. He opened his mouth and tried talking, but only ended up in a coughing fit.

“You’re leavin’ cause you can’t talk anymore?” Logan sounded almost surprised. It was bound to happen sooner or later, Danny figured. But he just looked away, eyes closed. If he didn’t have a voice what good was he? Yeah, he had special powers, but that what good have they done him so far? Absolutely none.

Logan had been speaking to him, he realized, but he hadn’t been paying attention. But the mutant’s rough hands on his shoulders shook him out of his thoughts. And if he started sobbing when Logan pulled him into an uncharacteristic hug, well, nobody was around to judge.

He gripped the back of Logan’s jacket and made a wet spot on the front of his chest with his tears, taking in the alcohol and cigar smell. He couldn’t remember when the smell became less disgusting and more comforting to him.

“You ain’t useless just cause this happened to you. And it’s gonna be hell coming back from it, but take it from someone who’s literally been to hell and back: it is possible. Do you know how long it took Kitty to round up the students to teach them sign language so they could sign it at your surprise party?”

Danny looked up, his face puffy and red as he gave Logan a quizzical look.

“For your birthday. Don’t tell her I told you, though.” Danny cracked a smile at his mentor. He was thankful to have such good company hanging around to stop him from doing something stupid like running away in the middle of the night like some angsty teenager from a rom-com. Logan patted him on the back a couple of times and they separated, but he kept a hand on Danny’s shoulder as they walked back to the school. Danny tapped Logan in the side to get him to look at him, before using sign language, placing his hand at his mouth and bringing it down in an arc.

Thank you. Logan smiled and shoved him.

No problem, kid..

let the music be your guide (m)

Originally posted by junhoontrash

genre: fluff/romance, smut, friends to lovers, dancer!Jun

word count: 4959

characters: Wen Junhui/Original Female Character

(a/n): happy birthday to my one and only sweet prince! words can’t describe how proud i am to see you always giving your all in everything that you do and for never giving up on your dreams. you always inspire me with your drive to always improve and make me smile just by being your dorky self. i will never stop adoring and supporting you and will be behind you through every step of your journey. i hope you enjoy your special day because you deserve all the love in the world! 祝你生日快乐!我会永远爱你 

[inspired by bongyoung park’s choreography to ‘me like yuh’ by jay park, which can be found here!]

She watched him walk over to the speaker, perfectly placed along the wide row of mirrors to mark their center. Her eyes couldn’t help but admire how his white oversized t-shirt accentuated his broad shoulders as he picked up his phone.

He looked up and met her gaze through the mirror, a smirk decorating his face. “This is the last time we’re gonna do it before the audition tomorrow. Go all out, okay? Don’t hold back.”

Taking it as a challenge, she took a deep breath and allowed every oxygen particle to circulate through her veins and warm up her body. Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation, waiting for him to press play. 

Once she heard the gentle EDM beats waft into still the air of the studio, she expelled all of the air from her body and began to absorb the music. She opened her eyes to see him approaching her with purposeful steps. He circled around her body and teasingly placed his face in the crook of her neck. His soft lips grazed her collarbone sending waves of electricity down her spine.

All of her senses were gradually surrendering to the music and the burning feeling that was blooming within her stomach. Ready to become one with her dance partner, she smirked and let the fire in her eyes take the lead. She gently gripped his face and brought it closer so their lips were just centimeters apart. Her eyes drifted from his lips and straight into his dark eyes as she whispered the first words of the song.

I need a cha cha beat, boy.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Maya took a deep breath as she climbed into the bay window. Yesterday was Saturday. Saturday was her eighteenth birthday. And Riley didn't know everything that happened. She climbed into Rileys bed and laid her head on her shoulder. "I went to the courthouse and got married. " she said softly.

thank you for the amazing prompt!!! like i loved this so much omg. 

The freezing January wind nips at Maya’s skin as she climbs up the fire escape to her best friend’s apartment. It’s early. Or very late. She’s not too sure, to be honest.

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Lover AND A Fighter

Originally posted by giggleplier

Request: Omg, could you do a teamiplier request (with bf Ethan) where the reader is a smol bean but like hella strong and is a martial artist and they get into a brawl (obviously informing the victim that they are a fighter) and teamiplier is just like ‘omg smol bean can kick ass’. Maybe like the person they beat up is a creep that tries chatting them up and touches them inappropriately (nothing to bad, like maybe ass touching?? But reader says no???)

Summary: It’s Mark’s birthday (it actually is coming up soon awww) and you guys have the great idea of having his birthday party at a bar where he can’t drink. Fights ensue.

A/N: Hey y’all sorry I didn’t post all week. I have no excuse, I just couldnt really find the inspiration for this fic at first rip. Anyway here I am! With a fic! Hope you guys enjoy :D (ps in case you don’t usually read my A/N 2.0 at the end of the fic, make sure you read it this time. Got a cool thing to tell you guys hehe

Wordcount: 1240, woohoo they’re getting longer!

Requests are closed at the moment, sorry folks!

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The Devil’s Wives, Part One

“And I kinda stepped on it wrong? I don’t think I can go to gym class today.”

I sighed as I examined Lori’s ankle. It wasn’t broken, but it was quite swollen. “Looks like you twisted it. Try to avoid putting weight on it and ice it when you get home, all right? I’ll write you a note to make sure you don’t get put in gym.”

Lori seemed mostly relieved, but clearly something else was on her mind. “Can you, I don’t know, bump me an ibuprofen? It really hurts…”

Ah, right. I examined the ankle again before I remembered the unpleasant conversation I had with Principal Dudley just a few days before. Every little thing had to be accounted for. If one pill went missing or my reason for giving it out wasn’t ‘reasonable’, it was my neck on the line. Just a damn ibuprofen though. Seriously. I glanced at the clock. Well, I was technically supposed to be heading out for lunch…

“All right, Lori?” I went to my purse and pulled out my Advil bottle. “I’m gonna advise you not tell the whole school about this, all right? Here.” I slipped the blue capsule into her hand and handed her a water bottle. “Swallow it whole, I’m sure you’ve been taking pain pills since, oh, about twelve or thirteen?”

I did catch a glimpse of a smile before Lori took the pill. When the water bottle lowered, she already looked relieved. “Thanks, Nurse Bradley.”

“No problem. Now go get your lunch.”

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Co Workers (Part Nine)

A/N: Just throwing this out there, I have no idea when this series will end. So I suppose as long as you guys keep reading it, I’ll keep writing it <3

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2.1k

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Originally posted by casydean

You and Misha were making your way down the hallway, hand in hand, smiling and laughing. You had completely forgotten about the pictures that had been released, it didn’t matter anyhow, the only thing about them that was true was you and Misha. Right as you got to the room where the photo ops were, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out of your pocket to see who it was from, not worrying about reading it right now. Your smile fell when you read the name that flashed across the screen. Andrew.

During your photo op, you were able to ignore the fact that you had gotten a text from Andrew. Especially since you deleted right away. You didn’t know what it said, nor did you want to know. You just wanted to enjoy the last day of the convention. Misha had noticed that there was something up with you, though he decided not to ask until later, when you both got back to Vancouver.

The rest of the day went smoothly, the fans were great, the rest of the cast kept telling you that you were a natural with your new found fame. You even had enough confidence to crash a panel. But you were happy when it was time to fly back to Vancouver. You hadn’t thought about it until now, but technically Vancouver was your home. Sure, you had your family back in Missouri, where you were originally from, but you now that you were twenty-four, you didn’t really consider your parents’ house your home anymore.

The flight back was long and quiet. You and Misha had company in first class this time, so there was no fooling around in the bathroom. The cast was teasing you about that as well. They kept saying hey guys, the bathrooms open! And no really, we don’t mind! You sunk further down into your seat with every joke that popped up. The photo that had been released had been dealt with, and now you were going to get teased for the entire time you were on the show.

You and Misha had decided to stay in your own apartments for the night, you were both really tired and needed to be up for filming in the morning, which wouldn’t happen if you stayed the night together; but apparently it wasn’t going to happen with you in bed alone either. You had gotten used to Misha being in bed with you the last few nights, and as you tossed and turned in your bed you decided to text him, maybe he’d still be up too.

Y/N: Are you still up?

You sat up as you waited for a text back. You looked around at your small bedroom, thinking about how comfy it was. Maybe you’d live here full time. Maybe Misha would want to live here with you. Your heart stopped a little at the thought. Everything was great with Misha. He had gotten Renee to the hospital with the help of her family a couple of hours before you flew home, and he was feeling much better now that, that weight was lifted. Your phone finally went off.

Misha: Yep. What’s up?

Y/N: I can’t sleep, wanna join me down here?

You waited again, this time laying back down and just staring at your ceiling, the thoughts of Andrew’s text message creeping into your head. What did he want? He had told you to never contact him again, so why was he contacting you? He hadn’t tried texting you again, so you were able to push the thoughts out of your head again just in time to hear a knock at the door. You jumped up and looked through the peep hole. You excitedly opened the door for Misha and welcomed him in by jumping up into his arms, and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Miss me that much in just a couple of hours?” he asked you before kissing you.

Mhmm was all you could get out as you were too busy kissing him. He kicked your door closed and walked with you in his arms to your bed. He’d been here for less than a minute and you’d already decided that this was one of your favorite moments with him. It was simple, and he felt like home.

He laid you down and he crawled in bed next to you, you two laying on your sides facing each other in silence. You loved just looking into his eyes, you never quite understood how someone could have eyes that were so blue.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are yet?” Misha said, breaking the silence.

“A few times, yeah,” You blushed while you giggled, he never stopped giving you butterflies. “And have I ever told you that I’m glad you came into my life?” He smiled at you, that big, full of life smile that you loved.

“You haven’t actually told me that yet, but I’m glad you have now.” You scooted closer to him to kissed him and he wrapped an arm around you. When you pulled back the two of you talked until you both fell asleep. You were happy that the conversation still flowed easily, and you were happy that you were here in his arms

The next morning you sat up quickly, realizing that the sun was out, and you weren’t at work.

“Misha!” you shook him awake, he didn’t come to quite easily as you had. “Misha it’s-” You looked at your phone noticing the many missed calls you had- “Misha it’s eleven!”

He sat up just as quickly as you did.

“Shit.” He said, “Come on, we gotta go.” you both jumped up and rushed out the door, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas. You both jumped into his car and he raced to set. You called everyone back that had called wondering where the two of you were, luckily they were able to work on the scenes that you and Misha weren’t in.

“We’re not like, gonna get in trouble are we?” You asked Misha as he drove to set.

“No, they’re just probably not gonna be very happy with us for the day.” He said reassuringly, putting his hand on your knee. You were getting ready to say something when your phone rang. It was your mom. You hadn’t talked to her since you’d moved to Vancouver, so you figured you’d better answer.

“Hey mom.” You shot Misha a be good look. You still hadn’t told her about you and Misha, or that you and Andrew had even broken up.

“Hi honey! What are you up to?”

“I’m on my way to work, I overslept so I’m just now on my way.” You and your mom talked for the entire car ride to set. She had called wondering if you’d be coming home next weekend for your dad’s birthday, since you didn’t go home for Christmas or New Year’s. You told her you would, which brought you to explaining that you had broken up with Andrew, sparing the details of why you broke up. You weren’t even going to tell her that you were dating anyone, but she’d figured it out. You didn’t tell her it was Misha though; and somehow, even though she didn’t know who, she convinced you to bring him home with you. You said your goodbyes when Misha parked the car. And you hopped out, you and Misha both making your way to makeup.

“So, I’m meeting your family next weekend?” He asked you.

“Well since you’ve figured it out I guess I don’t have to explain it to you.” You laughed.

“Do they know who your boyfriend is?”

“Uh..no.” You said nervously, watching the ground as you continued to walk. He put his arm around you and kissed your head.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”  He assured you.

When you got to makeup you were immediately pulled apart and into chairs, you guys were really late. Someone from wardrobe actually came to escort you guys to the wardrobe trailer to ensure that neither of you would make stops along the way. You were rushed straight to set to begin filming. Neither of you had hardly gone over your lines, so there were a lot of screw ups and a lots shit, sorry’s coming from you.

At the end of the day, when you were all given the okay to go home, you were relieved. You instead went straight to your trailer to read your script. Your stomach was still in knots from messing up so much today. Even though everyone assured you that it was okay, and that it happens to everyone, you couldn’t stop kicking yourself over it.  You looked up from your script when you heard Misha walking in.

“You could always do this in my trailer you know, it’s a little bigger over there.” He said, he had his hands in his pockets. He still hadn’t changed out of Cas’ clothes.

“I don’t mind it over here-” you shrugged- “it’s cozy, comforting.” You sat your script down and looked up at Misha, smiling.

“Have I ever told you how sexy Castiel is?” You said, shifting in your seat. Misha raised an eyebrow at you, and walked towards you. You stood up and met him in the middle of your trailer. You pulled him down to you by his tie and kissed him. You pulled away from him a little bit after a moment, “I’ve actually been wanting to get my hands on him for a long time.”

Misha smiled at you, while putting his hands on your hips and playing a long.

“I think we may be able to arrange something.” He said using his Castiel voice. You smiled as your hands came up and slipped his trench coat off, then his jacket. You gripped onto the sleeves of his shirt and sat him down on your small couch. He began to loosen his tie as you slipped out of your pyjama pants that you had just put back on minutes before Misha walked into your trailer.

“Take your shirt off too, angel.” you said as you slipped off your shirt and panties, double checking that your door was locked. You knelt down to undo Misha’s pants as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. You wanted to spare the lecture you would get if you ruined a perfectly good set of clothes. He pushed himself up slightly so you could pull his pants down, him finishing up taking his shirt off.

“So-” you said as you straddled him- “do you do this for all of your fangirls?”

“Just you.” He said in his Castiel voice once again. You reached down and guided his erection to your entrance while holding onto his shoulder with your other hand, wasting no time sinking down onto him.

“Y/N” he groaned once he was fully seated inside of you, he gripped your hips tightly as you began to move up and down slowly. Misha began to guide you by your hips to encourage you to move faster, only you stopped him so that you could grind down onto him, making his cock to penetrate you even deeper, causing him to throw his head back and dig his fingers into your hips. You slowly raised yourself up enough so that just his head was inside of you. You made eye contact with him before you dropped yourself down onto him hard enough for him moan louder than you were for a moment. You continued with the slow, deep grinding until you felt yourself close to the edge. When he realized this be began to thrust upwards into you, you leaned back enough to support yourself on his knees as he circled his thumb around your clit. His thrusts became faster and faster until your orgasm ripped through you. A few thrusts later he followed and began shaking underneath you, his cock twitching inside of you as he spilled out into you.

You fell forward onto him while he was still inside of you.

“So, you wanna go home and do that again?” He asked you, your head resting on his shoulder.

“I would, but I think we’d be late for work again tomorrow.”

“There’s a bed in my trailer..” He trailed off, lifting you to sit back up. You smiled and nodded. You climbed off of him to clean up a little and put on enough clothes to make the walk over to Misha’s trailer. You knew this was going to be a good night.

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grootiez  asked:

Can u do 80, 28, and 1 with Starlord, Gamora and Baby Groot going on a road trip?

1. “Pull over. Let me drive for a while.” // 28. “Drive safely.” // 80. “Is your seatbelt on?”

omg this one turned out super long, hope you enjoy it!!!

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“Ha! Did’ya see that guy’s face when I hit him over th’head?” Rocket barks out a laugh, looking up at Drax. “He looked so stupid!

“He was not expecting your attack,” Drax replies, just as joyous.

“Oh, oh, or how about when…”

Peter tunes out Rocket and Drax’s conversation as they return to the Milano. Though Rocket’s boasting tends to include exaggerated summaries of the events of their missions, this assignment had proven to be a big win for the team. They’d successfully apprehended some of Thanos’ goons for a bounty placed on them by the planet’s government without any major problems or explosions (Peter is especially grateful for that one) in half the time they’d expected the operation to take.

“An’ now we got all this extra downtime and extra money!” Rocket yells, bringing Peter’s attention back to him and the others.

“I am Groot!” Groot cheers from his place on Rocket’s shoulder.

“We should take advantage of this,” Drax suggests. “It is not often we finish a mission this prosperously.”

“I think we can afford to take a short break,” Gamora agrees, looking to Peter for approval. She’s become something like a second-in-command (or, really, honestly, his co-leader of the team) lately.

Anyway, they’ve been working a little harder than usual lately, trying to get back into the groove of things since everything with Ego and Yondu happened a couple months prior. The idea of some vacation time honestly sounds like a godsend to Peter.

“Alright, let’s take a few days, maybe three or four, tops,” Peter decides, looking at each of his friends. “I think if we stayed on the Milano or the Quadrant any longer, we’d go stir-crazy.”

“I vote we put the extra money to good use at the nearest bar,” Rocket says, lifting his paw.

“You’re going to spend your entire break at a bar?” Gamora raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Not the entire break, maybe just a li’l part of every day,” Rocket insists.

“I am Groot!” Groot looks up at everyone hopefully.

“What the hell? No, you cannot come with us to a bar!” Rocket declares, looking at Groot in disbelief. “You’re too young!”

“A bar is not a suitable place for a child,” Drax says solemnly.

“I am Groot…”

“One of us will stay with you while the others go out, stop mopin’, Groot,” Rocket says.

Groot frowns.

“I’ll stay with you, Groot,” Gamora says, crouching down to Rocket’s height. Groot jumps from Rocket’s shoulder to Gamora’s outreached hand, looking up at her. “I, personally, don’t want to spend three days in a row at a bar.”

“Everyone can do whatever they want, so long as it’s legal,” Peter announces, trying to placate everyone. “The bar isn’t mandatory.”

“Suit yourself.” Rocket shrugs. “Drax?”

“I’ll accompany you, creature.”

And that settles things. Within ten minutes, Rocket and Drax exit the Milano in search of the nearest bar. Peter watches them as they leave. Gamora, with Groot sitting on her shoulder, comes to stand beside him.

“You’re not going with them?” she inquires.

“Nah,” he says. “I’m not really in a bar mood. More in a relaxing mood, y’know?”

“This planet is far too beautiful to spend all our time on it inside of a bar,” she says. Though they’ve never traveled here before, Peter’s often heard of its amazing sights, which reminded him of the National Parks like Yosemite back on Earth.

“Yeah.” Peter sighs. “I heard there’s a nice beach only a couple hours away from here, too. If only we had…”

Gamora looks up at him in an are-you-serious way.

“Wait. We do have time!”

“You did declare time for a vacation for the team,” she reminds him.

“Right, right…Okay, it’s settled.” Peter nods. “Road trip, first thing tomorrow!”

As he celebrates the idea with a loud, “Wooohooo!”, Gamora looks to Groot and asks, “What’s a road trip?”

“Please don’t kill Groot with your driving,” is Rocket’s way of seeing them off the next morning.

“Gee, how about a ‘drive safely,’ or, ‘I’ll miss you guys,’ or, ‘can’t wait until you come back,’?” Peter retorts, rolling his eyes as he finishes packing. He slings his backpack over his shoulders.

“You’re right, I’m sorry, that was impolite of me,” Rocket says, though Peter knows not to expect much from his tone. “What I meant was please feel free not to come back for a week so we can have a longer break.”

“I am Groot,” Groot insists from where he’s sitting on Gamora’s bag, off to the side.

“I would not get lonely!” Rocket insists.

“I am Groot.”

“Y’know what? I take it back. Quill, please kill Groot with your driving.”

“No one’s killing anyone with their driving,” Gamora says as she enters the room, holding up her communication device. “I’ll have this with me so you and Drax can contact us in case anything happens.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen,” Rocket insists.

“The last time you said that, something blew up,” Peter says.

“That was one time!” Rocket protests.

“You nearly got into a fight at the bar last night,” Drax recalls. “You told a man his head was shaped like a fruit, and then he—“

“Ugh, fine, we’ll be good!” Rocket cuts him off. “Now just leave already, ya two love birds.”

“Gladly,” Peter says, picking up Groot, who climbs up onto his shoulder. Gamora picks up her bag and comes to stand beside him.

Please stay out of trouble, seriously,” she practically begs Drax and Rocket. “And call us if anything—“

“—happens, yes, I know, I’ll let ya know if Ronan comes back from the flarkin’ dead to get revenge,” Rocket says, rolling his eyes. “Drive safe, or whatever.”

“Drive safely,” Drax echoes more earnestly, placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“Yeah, uh, thanks,” Peter says, nodding. “We should be back in two days.”

The cars on this planet remind Peter of the ones back on Earth, but more hi-tech. Though he never learned how to drive there (his sixteenth birthday was spent very far away from Earth, after all), he’s learned enough from his time on different planets over the years.

So after about five minutes of bickering over who has more driving experience, which led to asking Groot to choose who should drive for them, they’re on the road, Peter behind the wheel and Gamora in the passenger seat with Groot perched on her shoulder, mesmerized while watching the quickly passing scenery out the window.

A new song comes on the car’s stereo from his Zune, which Peter had managed to hook up via a cord he found lying around the Milano (this must be what everyone on Earth uses to play music now in the car, he thinks).

Gamora looks over at him. “What’s this song?”

“’Tiny Dancer,’ Elton John, 1971,” Peter recites. “My mom and I didn’t listen to it much, but it’s a pretty cool song.”

It fits their current setting, in a way. Something about the song just fits with driving on what’s basically a freeway.

“Back on Terra, we’d drive to get everywhere,” he suddenly says, thinking of the days spent just driving down the rural roads of Missouri with his mom, singing along to every song on the radio. Though she’d be driving, she often danced, too, which isn’t the safest thing to do when driving (well, technically, you shouldn’t be doing anything else besides driving while driving, Peter figures), but the roads never had too much traffic for it to be a problem. “Everyone would learn to drive when they’re a teenager. Or, well, that part of life when you aren’t quite an adult, but you’re not a kid anymore, either.”

“Which is why you never properly learned.”

“Learn by doing, as they say.”

She smiles at that, looking out at the road in front of them. “I didn’t travel much as a child,” she says. “On my home planet, everything we needed was in walking distance.”

“I’m jealous,” he admits. “I’d much rather have walked to school than take the bus every day. It was basically this really big car that could fit a bunch of kids, so it would pick up all the kids at different places to take us all to school. Kids on there could really be assholes.”

“I struck fear into bullies’ hearts,” she says proudly.

He rolls his eyes. “Of course you did.”

Their conversation mainly consists of childhood memories and discourse on whatever song came on via his Zune’s shuffle. Some they’d recognize instantly, and brought to mind specific memories of time spent with the Guardians, while others are judged for whether or not they’d dance to it.

(More often than not, the answer is yes.)

“I like this U2,” Gamora says after another U2 song finishes.

“Yeah, they were just getting big around the time Yondu picked me up,” Peter says, checking over his shoulder before changing lanes. “I wonder whatever happened to them.”

She studies him for a moment. “Have you ever thought about returning to Terra?”

He’s caught off guard by her question. Of course, it’d crossed his mind more often than not over the years, especially in the time just after Yondu first grabbed him. But, as time faded, and the grief over his mother’s death set in more permanently within him, he found himself preferring outer space.

“I used to a lot when I was a kid,” he finally answers. “Not so much anymore. It just kinda pales in comparison to other planets, y’know?”

“Even though it’s your heritage?”

Months ago, he would’ve gotten defensive over questioning like this coming from anyone, even Gamora. But now?

He glances over at her, meeting her eyes for a moment. There’s no judgment there—after all, he actually has a home planet to go back to, while he’s well aware of the state of Gamora’s former home and lack of life left on it, so it’d make sense for Gamora to envy him or just feel hostile toward him, in a way. But there’s none of that; she’s simply curious, in a way that he knows is out of her own concern for him.

He turns his eyes back to the road ahead of them with a shrug. “It’s still my heritage, but shit happened there that just kinda spoiled it forever. I mean, maybe I’ll change my mind and return someday, but for now…”

She nods, accepting his answer. “I’ll support you either way.”

Of course she will, because she’s Gamora. Peter smiles at her. “Thanks.”

She points to a place where they can exit the road ahead. “Pull over. Let me drive for a while. We should be halfway there by now.”

Following her gaze, he spots what appears to be the equivalent of a freeway exit, with a rest stop and a place to eat. “You sure? I can keep driving, I don’t mind.”

“I am Groot,” Groot says before Gamora can reply. His eyes are on the front windshield now, rather than the passenger side window, and he points a finger toward the exit.

“You’re hungry?” Peter asks for confirmation. “Still don’t understand how trees get hungry…or can digest food.”

Groot nods.

“Well, guess we’re stopping either way.”

Stomachs filled, they pile back into the car, this time with Gamora behind the wheel and Peter in the passenger seat. Groot settles into his usual spot on Peter’s shoulder.

“If you get tired you can sit on my leg,” Peter reminds Groot, making eye contact with him in the side mirror. “Or the cup holder, I guess.”

“I am Groot.”

“Okay, no cup holder then, that’s fine.”

“Is your seatbelt on?” Gamora asks absentmindedly while buckling in herself.

“Was that directed at me or Groot?” Peter jokes.


“Yes, ma’am.” He buckles in.

“Good.” She starts driving then, pulling out of the parking lot.

“T-minus two hours until we get to our destination,” Peter announces, plugging his Zune back in and scrolling through the songs. “Any music requests?”

“You pick,” she says, picking up speed as they’re back on the freeway-road-thing.

He smirks, halting his scrolling as he comes across just the right song. He clicks on it, and as the familiar chords fill the car, Gamora actually laughs and Peter’s convinced it’s the most precious thing he’s ever heard.

“Are you trying to tell me something with this song, Star-Lord?” she teases.

“What can I say?” he says, all too casually. “I fooled around and fell in love, after all.”

I wanted to add in some team fam love by having rocket and drax say “drive safely” and gamora partially directing “is your seatbelt on?” to groot ;))) also, snuck in a reference to my fav band in there, heh

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Happy Birthday, Darling (StevexReader)

Happy 4th of July!!!! And Happy 99th Birthday to (my darling?) Steve Rogers💕💕💕 Here’s a new oneshot just for today!!!

July 4th. Independence Day. The day our founding fathers signed the Declaration of Independence. And also the day America’s “golden boy” was born.

You woke up to the sun shining in your eyes. After stretching for a minute, you feel an arm snake around your waist and pull you closer.

“Good morning, babe,” Steve mumbles as he buries his face in your hair and begins to place kisses on the back of your neck.

“Good morning,” you reply, turning around to plant a kiss on his lips. “Happy Birthday, Darling.”

A smile creeps onto his face. “Thanks, doll. What’s on the agenda today?”

You sigh as you sit up. “You have press and ceremonies all day, while Fury decided to keep me busy with a bunch of meetings and briefings that I would rather eat dirt than go to. I’m sorry we couldn’t do something better for your birthday.”

“At least we have tonight,” he reassures. “That’s all I need.”

You smile and grab his hand, bringing it up to your lips. “Be at the tower by 7:30 and we’ll go to dinner, okay? I made reservations.”


He plants a kiss on your lips and walks out of your room to get to his. Making sure he’s far enough so he can’t hear you, you grab your phone and call Bucky.

“Everything set, Barnes?”

“It’s 11:40, the guests come at 7, Steve gets here at 7:30. Assemble the team.”

You press a button on your bracelet that signals the team, something you helped build with Tony. Luckily, Steve’s was disabled for the day. Soon, Bucky, Sam, Tony, Natasha, Clint, Bruce, Wanda, Pietro, Vision, Scott, Peter, T'Challa, Thor, and Loki file into your room. They all pile on and around your bed as you stand in front of them.

“Alright, you guys. Steve’s gonna be back at 7:30 so we need all hands on deck for the entire day. You all have tasks, and there are already cars outside for each group. Tony, Scott, and Peter, you three are in charge of getting the fireworks together. It’s the 4th of July, so make sure they’re unlike any other fireworks being displayed today.”

Tony rolls his eyes. “I’m Tony Stark, for god’s sake. I was born being the best.”

“Then make sure these fireworks are Stark-level awesome.”

The three of them nod and run out.

“Wanda and Pietro, you’re in charge of food. Check in with the chefs and make sure the meal is gonna be amazing.”

“May I tag along with them?”, Vision asks. “I shall enjoy seeing other people cook so I can improve my skills.”

“Sure, Vis. You three, get going.”

The twins, along with Vision, race out of the room.

“Thor and Loki, you’re in charge of the cake.”

“Why would it take two of us to get a cake?”, Loki questions. “I could get it myself without having this oaf in my way.”

“It’s a big cake, and I don’t trust just one of you to get it. No offense, but you might do something to it.”

“Very true.”

Thor and Loki walk out.

“T'Challa and Sam, I’m leaving you guys with the entertainment. The band I booked has to do sound checks, so make sure they’re prepared and give them the song list.”


“No buts, Sam. You two have to learn to work together. Now go!”

T'Challa smirked. “Yes, let us go bird man.” He walked out of the room, a grumbling Sam following behind. Only Bucky, Natasha, Clint, and Bruce were left.

“The rest of us are gonna go get the decorations and make sure this place looks amazing. Me, Nat, and Bucky will take one car and Clint and Bruce will take the other. I’ll text you what you need to get. And since we’re the remaining people and technically in the same group, I managed to get us something a little better than regular cars.”


You hear Sam shout as the five of you pile into the two limos you ordered.

“MY GROUP, MY RULES,” you shout back as your limo starts to move.

You, Nat, and Bucky drove all around New York, buying any decorations you liked (which was hard, due to the fact that some places were closed for Independence Day).

By the time you got back to the tower, it was 5 and you were tired as hell. Clint and Bruce got back at the same time.

“Alright, you guys. I know we’re hot and tired and sweaty, but let’s get everything decorated so we can go change our clothes.”

The five of you worked as fast as you can, ensuring that the place looked amazing. There was red, white, and blue everywhere. The tower practically screamed “Star Spangled Man With A Plan.”

At 6, the decorations were done and your group raced to your rooms. You quickly dawned on a red, white, and blue dress with red heels and a matching red clutch. Your hair was already curled so you just tamed the (many) flyaways and wiped off your makeup, reapplying it so it looked better. You finished getting ready at 6:30.

You got a phone call from Sam and quickly picked it up.

“Hey Sam, what’s up?”

“Big problem. The band can’t play tonight.”

You froze. “What? Why not? What the hell happened?”

“Their lead singer lost her voice and they don’t have a backup,” T'Challa replies.

You closed your eyes to think for a moment. Then, you got an idea.

“What if we do karaoke? And then we’ll have F.R.I.D.A.Y. play music when everyone is partying.”

You hear Sam and T'Challa mumbling something to the band. After a minute, Sam says, “they said they could do it, no problem.”

You let out a breath. “Thank god. Now get their asses to the tower. The guests are coming in half an hour.”

“We’ll be right there.”

As soon as you hang up, you get another call from Thor.

“Lady Y/N, I’m afraid there’s a problem with the cake.”

“What is it?”

“They’re giving it to someone else.”

“What? Why?”

“They’re claiming it’s their cake.”

You rummage for the receipt in your dresser and snap a picture of it, sending it to Thor.

“I just sent you the receipt. Now FIGHT FOR THAT CAKE.”

You hang up and bury your face in your hands. After a few minutes, Thor texts you a selfie of the cake, Loki, and himself with the caption “WE GOT IT”. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

You press the button on your bracelet to assemble the team. In ten minutes, they were all here.

“Okay, everyone. It’s 6:50. Guests are gonna be here in ten minutes. Is everything ready?”

“The band is set up.”

“The fireworks are prepared.”

“The cake is downstairs.”

“The place is decorated.”

“The food is delicious.”

You beam. “We did it! Everyone, hands in!”

Everyone puts their hands in the middle.

“Cap on three!”

“One, two, three, CAP!” You all throw your hands in the air.


The party was in full swing by 7:10. People were laughing and having a good time. You were at the bar nursing a drink, drowning out the crowd. You didn’t even hear Jane and Thor come up to you.

“Everything alright, Y/N?”, Jane asks.

You sighed. “I-I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Thor says. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Steve’s birthday gift.” You quietly tell them what it is. Jane takes your hand.

“It’s an amazing gift, and you’re so
fearless giving that to him. Don’t be afraid. He’ll love it.”

“Steve is a very lucky man,” Thor adds. “You care about him very much. He’d be a fool to give that up.”

You smile. “Thanks, you guys. You’re honestly amaz-”


Bucky runs up to you. “Steve’s outside! You need to get into places.”

You grab a mic from behind the bar. “EVERYONE, PLACES! STEVE’S COMING! F.R.I.D.A.Y., KILL THE LIGHTS.” All of the guests find a hiding place and the lights turn off. You walk over to the entrance, waiting for Steve.

After a minute, you see him walk up to you. “Hey, doll,” he says, giving you a light kiss. “Ready to go?”

“Actually, I was thinking we should stay in.”

“Oh, I thought you were excited about dinner?”

“Yea, about that…”

The lights turned on instantly and everyone popped out. “SURPRISE!!!!”

Steve looked taken aback, but soon had a big smile on his face.

“Happy Birthday, Darling!”, you squeal. Bucky runs up to the two of you.

“Happy Birthday, Punk,” he says as he hugs Steve. “This little missy right here planned the whole thing.”

Steve pulls you into a hug. “I fucking love you, you know that?”

“Language, Captain,” you reply with a smirk.

You could tell Steve was having a blast the entire night. He always loved hanging out with you, Bucky, Sam, and the rest of the team. In fact, everyone was getting along. Sam and T'Challa were rapping the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song for karaoke, Thor and Loki were having an arm wrestling contest while Jane was rolling her eyes at them, Nat and Bruce were flirting (again), Scott was fangirling over Steve, Peter was talking to Tony and Pepper, Clint was joking around with Maria, Bucky and Steve were playing pool, and Wanda and Vision were by the bar as Pietro was making them drinks.

Halfway through the night, you managed to grab Steve and take him to the terrace for some alone time. Your heart was pounding.

“Is something wrong, Y/N?”, he questioned. You took a deep breath and grabbed his hands.

“Steve, words can’t describe how much you mean to me. Before I met you, I was lost. I didn’t know who I was or what I would become. When you stepped into my life, it was like a beacon of light shining down on me. I’ve loved you even before I knew what love was. And I want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

You shakily open your clutch and pull out a small box, tossing the purse to the side. Steve’s eyes widen as you get down on one knee. You open the box to reveal a silver band.

“I know this isn’t the traditional way of doing things,” you say with a nervous laugh. “But, Steven Grant Rogers, will you marry me?”

A smile creeped onto his face as he kneeled down to match your level. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

You started tearing up as you took the ring from the box and placed it on his finger. You set the box down on the ground as he pulled you into a kiss, and you can tell he was tearing up as well.

At that moment, the firework display begins. You and Steve stand up and hold onto each other as you gaze at the beautiful sky. Red, white, and blue fireworks light up the night, illuminating the city. Tony, Scott, and Peter really outdid themselves.

“Happy 4th of July, Y/N.”

“Happy Birthday, Darling.”

Tennessee Whiskey - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 1244

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None. Pure fluff. 

A/N: Written for @impalaimagining ‘s Dean’s Birthday Challenge. The song I chose was Tennessee Whiskey. 

A/N #2: This is technically part of the Daddy’s Little Lovebug series before JoJo was born. I know some of you wanted at least a glimpse of Dean and the reader’s relationship before JoJo. It could also be read as a standalone. 

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Sitting around a table in a bar celebrating Dean’s birthday with Dean, Sam, Eileen, Cas, and Mary was not something you would have foreseen years ago. The fact that Dean wanted to celebrate his own birthday was amazing in itself. The fact that you could celebrate it without the threat of demons or some other big bad showing up to ruin it was a miracle, but that was life now. Dean had no Mark, you weren’t constantly being threatened, everything was as close to perfect as it could possibly get.

“Y/N, do you want another soda?” Mary questioned. “More pie?”

“I’m good. Thank you.” You smiled back at her as Dean grabbed your hand and squeezed. “God, I could use a beer though.”

“No beer for you.” Dean chuckled, rubbing his hand over your pregnant belly. “Not while our little peanut is in there.” You pouted a little while Dean kept laughing when suddenly Sam’s arm was in front of you, putting a glass bottle on the table.

“Sam, that’s just cruel.” Mary chastised.

“It’s non-alcoholic.” Sam smirked. “Wouldn’t want you to feel left out.”

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Somewhere, Someday

Characters – Eventual Sam x Reader, OC x Reader, Dean, Cas, Bobby

Summary – Reader meets the Winchester boys and begins a lifelong friendship.

Word Count – 2506

Warnings – None for this part; eventual self esteem issues, depression, verbal/emotional abuse

A/N – New series!  This one will be long - at least 15 parts, possibly more.  Kid!Chesters for now (the first several parts).  As always, feedback is very welcome!  Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories.  

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Your name: submit What is this?

You were around five when you first realized that your dad didn’t have a regular job, and you were seven when your dad first dropped you off at your “Uncle Bobby’s” house while he left for a job in another state.  You were afraid of Bobby at first; he was a very gruff man and appeared quite grumpy with you.  You quickly figured out that he was an old softy and you could wrap him around your little finger.  After about a half dozen visits, you were able to talk him into showing you how to clean a gun, after a few more visits, he started teaching you how to shoot.  You missed your dad when he went away, but you loved visiting Uncle Bobby.

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In Between

Set after chapter 12 of The Royal Romance
Drake x MC

Riley (MC) gets some air to think, and a certain someone joins her, prompting a venting session and a confession.

Note: My first Choices fanfic I’ve written/shared. Please be gentle with your comments :)

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The Little Merbunny Chapter 2: A Birthday Gone Wrong

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As always, notes are at the end


           Sebastian scuttled out of Triton’s throne room, muttering angrily to himself.

           “Why do I have to be the one looking after her?” He groused, “I should be writing symphonies! Not babysitting some crazy merbunny who’s obsessed with land mammals!”  Sebastian continued along the pathway, but stopped as a flash of grey caught his eye. He snuck over to the edge of the walkway and peered over. Underneath, he saw Judy, carrying a small bag, and Flounder lurking, peering furtively in every direction.

           “What are you up to?” Sebastian murmured, watching as Judy and Flounder began to swim away. He jumped off the walkway and paddled after them, desperately trying to keep up with his far swifter quarries. He followed them for a mile on the sea floor, weaving through rocks, shipwrecks, and reefs, until they reached a seemingly innocuous rock formation. Sebastian landed on the sea floor and allowed himself a moment to recover from his frantic swimming. Judy and Flounder stopped and checked their surroundings once more, searching for any mammal, fish, or crustacean who could have followed them. Sebastian hid behind a rock and watched as Judy rolled a sizeable boulder aside, revealing the entrance to a hidden cave. She and Flounder slipped inside and the boulder began to roll back into place. Sebastian shot towards the entrance and slipped inside just as the makeshift door slammed shut, clipping his hind claws.

           “Agh!” He hissed, springing forward and inspecting the sore appendages. After making sure his claws were ok, he returned his attention to the interior of the cave and stifled a gasp. Lining the walls, on each shelf and in each crevice, were things from above the surface. Weird twisted metal, ceramic figurines, boxes, and paintings filled every inch of space in the cave while candelabras, rings, and various dining utensils littered the floor. Sebastian’s jaw dropped open as he beheld Judy’s hidden collection.

           “If her father ever found out…” He whispered, gazing upon the countless illicit items that Judy had obtained.

           “Judy, are you ok?” Flounder asked, drawing the crab’s attention to the sulking merbunny in the middle of the cave.

           “Yeah.” She sighed, “I just don’t see things the way he does. I just don’t understand how a world that makes such wonderful things, could be bad.” Judy placed her newest treasure, the gleaming dinglehopper that Scuttle had been so impressed with, in the sconce of a tarnished candelabrum. Sebastian snuck closer, hiding on a shelf full of items.

           “It’s only stuff Judy.” Flounder began, “I’m sure he’ll get over it eventually.”

           “It’s not just that Flounder.” She replied sadly, “Sure, I have all these amazing things, gadgets, gizmos, whozits, whatzits, thingamabobs, but I want more. I know it seems like I have everything I could ever want, but I don’t.”

           “What do you mean?” Flounder asked.

           “I wanna be where the people are.” Judy sighed, “I wanna to see them dancing! I wanna to see them walk on their hind paws. I want to have legs! I want to be part of that world! I want to dance, I want to jump! Flounder, they have such a wonderful life! All day, the land mammals wander free in the sun! Doing whatever they want!”

           “Yeah, I don’t think your dad would be ok with that.” Flounder replied.

           “I want to go and lay on the beach!” Judy continued, sprawling herself on the sandy floor of the cave, “I want to learn new things, like, like this!” She swam over to one of the paintings on the shelf and pointed at the brightly orange object painted in it.

“What is ‘fire?’ Why does it burn? What is burning? Don’t you see Flounder?” She exhorted, turning to face her brightly colored friend, “There’s so much to know! I just want to escape this wretched ocean and explore the surface!” Sebastian let loose a gasp of horror at her last statement before quickly covering his mouth with a claw.

“Did you hear that?” Judy asked, her ears perking up. Flounder shook his head. Judy picked herself off the cave floor and swam towards one of her piles of treasure.

“Hello?” She called, “Is anyone here?” Sebastian slowly backed away from the searching merbunny, trying to further conceal himself behind a flagon. As he was backing up, one of his back claws slipped on a plate, sending him clattering to the ground, triggering an avalanche of jewelry, boxes, and other collectibles. Judy whirled to face the intruder but her anger was replaced by panic as she beheld an extraordinarily angry red crab.

           “Sebastian!” Judy said weakly, “What’re you doing—”

           “Young lady, have you lost your mind!?” He shouted back, “What are you thinking!? If your father ever finds this place, he will, he will be furious! He would destroy everything!”

           “Oh Sebastian, please don’t tell him!” Judy begged, “He doesn’t need to know! It would mean so much to me if you wouldn’t. Please?” Sebastian looked at the pleading merbunny, eyes wide and paws clasped in front of her, and sighed.

           “Alright, he doesn’t need to know.” Sebastian relented, “But you need to drop all this ‘going to the surface’ nonsense…” Sebastian continued speaking, but Judy was distracted as darkness fell over the cave, a large, oblong shadow blocking light from the opening at the top.

           “Judy!” Sebastian shouted, startling her out of her reverie, “Are you even listening?”

           “Yeah.” She answered absentmindedly, hearing a loud boom from above, “But I wonder what that thing is.” With a powerful swish of her tail, Judy propelled herself upwards, heading after the dark shape, Flounder following close behind.

           “Come back here right now!” Sebastian shouted as Judy slipped out the opening at the top of the cave.

           “Teenagers.” He huffed, swimming after the elusive merbunny.

           Judy broke through the surface of the ocean and let out a gasp of delight as she beheld a massive ship, skimming across the waves and letting off fireworks.

           “Wow.” She breathed, watching the multicolored explosions in the darkened night sky. Sebastian and Flounder surfaced next to her.

           “Judy, you need to—” Sebastian began, but stopped as he watched a firework shoot from the vessel and explode into a pinwheel of red sparks.

           “Need to what?” She teased the dumbstruck crustacean. Sebastian didn’t respond, enraptured by the show.

           “I’m gonna get a closer look.” Judy said to Flounder. She swam after the ship and Sebastian started in surprise.

           “No! Judy wait!” He shouted. She gave no indication of hearing him as she gained on the rapidly disappearing vessel.

           “Oh no.” Sebastian moaned, burying his face in his claws.


           Judy followed the enormous boat, quickly catching up to it. She grabbed the side and allowed it to pull her through the water as she listened to the celebrations above. Her curiosity growing with each second, she began to haul herself up the side of the ship, using portholes and other protuberances as handholds. Finally, she made it to the top deck and was able to see the source of the festivities. Gallivanting around the deck was a young fox playing a flute. She gazed in wonder upon his face as the young prince laughed and danced, avoiding his friend, a fluffy sheepdog, who was trying to catch him. Judy giggled at their antics, watching the fox duck under his friend’s outstretched arm and escape him, all without missing a note. As the fox stopped playing the lively melody, his friend threw an arm around him.

           “Geez Nick, why’re you avoiding me on your birthday?” He teased.

           “Maybe because I don’t want you throwing me into the water again Max.” Nick retorted good-naturedly.

           “Fair enough.” Max chuckled, rubbing the top of Nick’s head, purposefully messing it up. Nick glared at his friend and walked away, fixing his fur as he went.

           “I’ll get you back Max!” He shouted from the other side of the deck. The sheepdog gave him a thumbs up in response. Max wandered over to the railing where Judy was hiding and leaned over it, breathing in the fresh ocean air. He looked down at the merbunny, who was doing her best to hide behind the railing and rigging, and winked, smiling at the oceanic mammal. Judy gave a sigh of relief as Max wandered back off to the party.

           “JUDY!” Scuttle shouted, swooping down out of nowhere, “HOW’S IT GOIN KIDDO?”

           “Scuttle quiet down!” Judy hissed, “I don’t wanna get caught.”

           “Oh I see.” He croaked, tapping the side of his beak with a feather, “We’re doin a little surveillance thing huh?” Judy nodded her head and returned her attention to the land mammals.

           “May I have everyone’s attention please?” A stuffy looking gray wolf announced, “It is my honor and privilege to present our esteemed Prince Nicholas with a very special, very expensive, very large, birthday present.” The wolf gestured to an enormous object covered by tarpaulin.

           “Grimsby ya old bag of beans!” Nick said affectionately, “You shouldn’t have!”

           “I know.” He replied primly, allowing himself a smile. Nick walked over to the gift and ripped the cover off, revealing a massive stone statue of himself, a sword in one paw, and a shield, featuring the seal of his kingdom, supporting one of the hind paws.

           “Wow Grim.” Nick remarked, at a loss for words, “It’s, uh, it’s really something.”

           “Isn’t it?” Grimsby beamed, not noticing Nick’s discomfort, “I had it commissioned myself. I was hoping it would be a wedding present,” He said pointedly, “but I can’t see any reason not to give it to you now.”

           “Are you still angry that I didn’t marry that princess from Arendelle?” Nick teased, “C’mon Grim, she was a total ice queen!”

           “Nonsense!” He proclaimed, “She was a suitable match.”

           “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Nick answered, waving his paws at his caretaker. Grimsby opened his snout to scold the young prince but was forestalled by a shout from the crow’s nest.

           “THERE’S A STORM COMIN’ IN!” The squirrel called down, “GET READY FOR SOME ROUGH WEATHER!” For the first time, Nick noticed the mass of foreboding storm clouds stealing closer and blanched.

           “Max!” He shouted as rain began to pour down, “Take the helm!” The sheepdog nodded his head and ran off towards the stern as fast as he could, trying to keep his balance on the now pitching deck. Judy clung to the boat like a limpet, holding on as wave after wave swamped the deck and poured over the edge, drenching her in seawater. Nearby, she saw a bolt of lightning arc down, quickly followed by the resulting boom of thunder.

“See ya kid.” Scuttle said, taking off and flying in the opposite direction. Judy waved goodbye to the gull, but kept her attention on the sailors, who were frantically grabbed ropes, tying them off, and holding them steady as they tried to keep the massive ship from capsizing. Just as it began to look like the ship could weather the storm, the mast was struck by lightning. With an ominous creak, the enormous wooden post began to list, breaking at the point where it had been struck. After several horrifying seconds, it fell, crashing into the deck and smashing into the interior of the ship. With that impact, Judy finally lost her grip on the tossing vessel and tumbled back into the sea, landing in the trough of a monstrous wave. She swam back up to the surface in time to see the wave strike the ship, sending it crunching into an outcropping of rocks. As they hit, the crew was thrown clear and into the sea, with several barrels and lifeboats coming loose as well. Judy sighed in relief as she saw the prince being hauled into a lifeboat by his crewmembers. As she watched, another bolt of lightning struck the ship and the fallen sail erupted in flames.


           Nick watched sadly as his ship began to burn.

           “At least everyone got off.” He thought to himself as the flames rose higher. Nick took a look around the lifeboat and frowned.

           “Where’s Max?” He asked. No mammal answered. Nick stood up in the lifeboat, searching for any sign of his friend.

           “MAX!” He yelled, “MAX WHERE ARE YOU?!” Nick looked up at the broken ship and squinted. Through the flames he made out the outline of his friend, slumped over the steering wheel. Without a second thought, Nick dove into the water and swam towards the wreck, cutting through the sea with quick, powerful strokes. He reached the edge of the ship and began to pull himself up the side much like Judy had, using the portholes as handholds. As he climbed, Grimsby directed the lifeboat nearer, anxiously watching the heir to the throne clamber up the side of the burning wreck. Nick hauled himself onto the deck and ran towards the unconscious sheepdog, vaulting over the flaming mast as he went. He made it to the helm and slung Max over his shoulders, grunting as he supported the dog’s full weight. He looked back at the way he came and grimaced as he saw the flames climb higher, blocking his escape. Coughing from the smoke, Nick struggled to the railing and found Grimsby in the lifeboat waiting beneath.

           “THROW HIM INTO THE WATER!” Grimsby ordered, “WE’LL PULL HIM OUT!” With a herculean effort, Nick tossed his friend over the railing and into the drink. As Max splashed into the sea, several crewmembers, mostly otters, leaped off the lifeboat and hauled the sopping mammal to safety. As they heaved the sheepdog onto the lifeboat, Grimsby frantically gestured for Nick to follow. Nick took a deep breath and jumped with as much force as he could muster, but as he did so, the weakened timbers under his paws gave way, revealing the raging inferno below deck. Nick grabbed for the railing as his footing disappeared, clinging desperately to the wooden balustrade as the flames singed his fur. Barely able to breathe and drained from his mad dash to save Max, it was all he could do to hold on. Nick looked down at the furnace beneath him and cursed. As more smoke filled his lungs, he could hear Grimsby shouting as if from far away, begging him to escape. With the last of his strength, Nick pulled himself back to the deck, leaning over the railing.

           “Get away!” He wheezed, “The powder’s about to blow!” The mammals on the lifeboat sprung into action, jamming the oars into place and rowing away as fast as they could.

           “NICK!” Grimsby shouted, “JUMP!” The world swam before Nick’s eyes as he heard Grimsby shout. He slumped over the railing, the smoke and exhaustion taking its toll as he slowly succumbed to unconsciousness.

           “Sorry Grim.” Nick thought as the world faded to black, “It looks like you’ll never see me get married after all.”


           Judy let out a gasp of horror as the ship blew up, sending timbers flying and setting off even more fireworks. She watched as the smoking fox flew through the air, landing in the water with the other debris.

           “Nick.” She breathed as the fox splashed down. Judy tore through the waves, headed for the young prince, determined to save him. When she reached the spot where he had landed, she dove under the water and shot downwards towards the rapidly sinking mammal. She grabbed his trailing paw and began stroking upwards with all her strength, but she was barely able to support the waterlogged fox. Finally, she broke the surface and pulled Nick up in her arms. Judy looked around for some land, any land, to deposit the half-drowned prince, but there was only the vast expanse of the ocean. She slung him on her back, making sure his head was above the water, and started swimming. There was a long way to go.


           Judy finally hauled Nick up onto a beach, well above the water line, and collapsed next to him.

           “You’re heavier than you look.” She panted, eyeing the unconscious fox as the afternoon sun beat down on them. After a few moments of recovery, Judy sat up and inspected him. His fur was caked with salt, stiff and dry to the touch and his hind paws and tail were blackened with soot. Judy tenderly brushed his cheek, combing the sea salt out of his fur. Scuttle flew over and alighted next to her.

           “Is he, dead?” Judy asked hesitantly, pulling her paw away from the fox’s cheek.

           “It’s hard to say.” Scuttle responded, putting one of Nick’s hindpaws up to his head, “I can’t make out a heartbeat.” Nick let out a sigh.

           “He’s breathing!” Judy cried in relief.

           “Hallelujah!” Scuttle proclaimed, horribly mispronouncing the word.

           “He’s so beautiful.” She murmured, admiring the bedraggled mammal as she brushed stray strands of fur from his eyes.

           “What would I give to live where you are?” Judy crooned, “What would I pay to stay here beside you? What would I do to see you, smiling at meeee?” As she sang to the motionless fox, a wave rolled in, washing Sebastian and Flounder onto a rock. Upon seeing Judy lying on the beach, singing to the prince of the land mammals, Sebastian’s jaw dropped open and he swooned. Scuttle quickly flew over and steadied the teetering crab before he fell back into the sea.

           “Where would we walk? Where would we run? If we could stay all day in the suuuuun, just you and me, and I could be, part of your wooooorld.” Nick coughed and slowly opened his eyes as Judy sang. His first sight as he regained consciousness was a stunning bunny with amethyst eyes and the morning sun shining behind her, singing to him in the most lovely voice he had ever heard.

           “Wha?” He groaned, trying to sit up. Judy’s head whipped up as she heard mammals coming and, giving Nick one last look, she slipped back into the water.

           “Nick!” Max shouted, running across the beach, “Nick you’re alive!” Nick slowly sat up as Max reached him and clapped him on the back.

           “I thought I lost you there pal.” He said, pulling Nick to his paws. Grimsby rounded the corner and let out a sigh of relief.

           “Nicholas you’re alive!” He cried, rushing to pull the fox into a hug, “I can’t believe that you—it’s a miracle that you’re alive.” He finished, holding the fox at arm’s length and looking at him affectionately.

           “We’ve got to get you home.” Grimsby declared, marching Nick towards the palace, “I need to get the doctor to look at you and—”

           “Where’s the bunny?” Nick asked, interrupting Grimsby’s rambling, “There was a bunny here. She saved me. And she had the most amazing voice I’ve ever heard.”

           “Oh dear, you may be worse than I thought.” Grimsby fretted, “Female bunnies don’t just show up, save mammals, and sing to them Nicholas. We need to get you some rest young mammal; you’ve been through quite an ordeal.”


           Judy watched from a distance as Grimsby hustled Nick off to the castle to take care of him.

           “Just you wait.” She whispered, “I’ll be back, and then I can be part of your world.”

A/N: Hi guys! Just have a quick thing and then I’m done. For pretty much every song in every au I have written, I find a workaround because they don’t always sit well in the middle of a narrative (this is my personal opinion. Feel free to disagree), however in this case, Judy singing to Nick on the beach is an exception for several important plot reasons that I’m sure you all are familiar with. The rest of the songs from the movie will most likely not be explicitly in the story as songs, however I may/will steal certain words and the overall tone to advance the plot in a similar way to the song. That’s about it. Thank you all so much for reading! I’ll get the next chapter out within the next week!


Pairing: Philip Hamilton x Reader

Summary: It’s your boyfriend’s birthday and for some reason, he is convinced the two of you can make a decent dinner for your friends and parents. He is wrong. Both of you suck at cooking.

Word count: 1,293

Time period: Modern

Warnings: I wrote this in the car and the title is dumb, but besides that, I think none (?)

Note: No one asked for this, not even me but is Philip’s birthday and I needed to write something without drama or angst. This was the result, hope you enjoy it! ♡

“Are you sure about it?” your friend Theo asked with a thin line appearing between her brows “Like, really REALLY sure? I mean… is your birthday Philip, you are supposed to do nothing and let us do the job for once. And as far as I know, you couldn’t cook to save your life”

“Oh, Come on! That was an eternity ago! I am a new person, a better man, and a better cook!” he claimed excitedly “And I have the best Chef in the whole world here with me to help me”

You raised an eyebrow and almost asked ‘who?’ but before you could say anything your boyfriend put his arm around your shoulders in a side hug “Right, (Y/N)?” he asked turning to you with a smile. And dear God if that smile wasn’t capable of making you do the stupidest things.

“Y-yeah!” you nodded doing your best to hide your doubts “We can handle it”

“We’re totally gonna nailed it!” Philip corrected “Just you wait, Theo. It will be the most delightful dinner you’ll ever have”

“Uh uh…” Theodosia gave the both of you an unimpressed look. You two responded with the most innocent smiles you could manage “Okay, you win. You’re big kids after all” she finally agreed with a sigh “Just don’t poison us all”.

She took her purse and jacket, heading to the principal door with Philip and you following her “And I mean it!”

If the current situation was any different you would probably have laughed. And apparently, Philip didn’t find it in himself not to giggle. You two had agreed a long time ago that it was funny to see Theo in ‘mother hen mode’.

“Have a little faith in us” you said, opening the door for her “We’ve been living on our own for almost two years now. Don’t you think we would have already starved if none of us knew how to cook?”

She crossed the door frame and turned around, seeming pretty unimpressed again, looking at you and then at something on the floor. You followed her gaze to find the empty Pizza box of yesterday’s dinner.

“Oops…” you gave her an awkward smile to try to hide your blush of embarrassment.  

“Please, Theo. What’s the worst that could happen?” Phillip questioned behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your head. 

… … … … 

THIS. This was the worst that could happen. And actually, what in the world was this? You were almost sure that not even Jason’s face was this hideous.

“I don’t know what happened! This looks nothing like the tutorial!” you exclaimed worriedly, stirring the soup for the twelfth time.

“It can’t be THAT bad, (Y/N)” your boyfriend retorted from the other side of the kitchen, mixing maple syrup, soy sauce, pepper and garlic in a bowl.

“Philip… it’s BROWN. Sweet corn soup isn’t supposed to be brown!”  You felt distressed so you turned off the stove, fearing that maybe you had burned it.

“Well now that you mention it, I didn’t even saw you put corn in it” he chuckled.

“This is serious! Our parents and friends are going to eat this and I can’t even dare to try it” a grimace made itself present on your face just thinking of it.

“Okay, calm down and let me check” he offered, putting the bowl aside and walking towards you.

“Please don’t die or I’ll kill you” you warned and handed him the ladle.  

“It takes more than soup to get rid of me” he joked winking at you.

You anxiously watched him as he tasted that abomination you just made. His reaction was slow and even polite –he didn’t spit it out or puked- but the way he scrunched up his face made it obvious that the brown thing tasted as horrible as it looked. You quickly filled a glass with water and gave it to him.

“It’s official, there’s no way we’re serving that” you declared.

Honestly, you didn’t know if you were grateful that you haven’t killed your boyfriend or angry because you had wasted two hours of your life making poison.  

“Agreed” he answered after drinking all the water in the glass “But we can totally save a plate for Eacker” he teased with mischief in his eyes.

You blinked a few times and then cracked up. Laughing so much that even your stomach hurt “Not-… not even him deserves that! You’re pff… hahaha, you’re horrible!”

He laughed too, hugging you and giving you sweet pecks on the cheek “Yeah, let’s just be horrible together”  

“We suck at cooking” you proclaimed, still smiling and letting yourself be filled with kisses.

“Hey, you haven’t tried what I was making! So you can’t know if I suck or not!” he protested lifting his head so he could give you a better look.  

You rolled your eyes “Hamilton, I saw you mixing maple syrup with pepper and garlic. It’s impossible that it tastes good”  

“Even if that’s the case, I was the guinea pig for your soup so you owe me~!” the Cheshire cat smile he dedicated you was definitely not a good sign.

“Technically you volunteered so I owe you nothing” you tried to allege, but Philip already had the bowl in his hands.

“Come on, (Y/N), Say ‘ahhh’”

“WAIT, WAIT!” you demanded, taking some steps backward until your back hit the fridge “You don’t even have a spoon, that’s your finger!”

“Well… yeah” he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world “I’m not going to turn around so you can run away”

Damn. He had a point.

You sighed in defeat “Alright but if I’m going to lick something is going to be my finger, not yours”

“Okay, then serve yourself” he complied with a smile, bringing the bowl closer to you.

Hesitantly and slowly you submerged your finger in the sticky substance decided to bring it to your mouth until you heard Philip snicker, the dork was apparently enjoying this. You frowned and bathed your finger in the syrup again taking as much as you could.

“Feeling bol-…!” You didn’t let him finish, you swiftly licked your finger and kissed him immediately.

You took him by surprise but he instinctively reciprocated, blindly placing the bowl on the isle –and almost failing- to place his hands around your waist, bringing you closer to him. The kiss was gentle and deep, you took your time to explore his mouth with your tongue, feeling the warmth and peculiar taste of maple syrup and pepper mixing with your breath. It was intoxicating like every single kiss you shared. You could feel the electricity between your bodies; the love, the passion, the want. You prolonged the moment as much as you could, breaking away just when it was totally necessary to breathe.  

“Mmm… it didn’t taste as bad as I thought” you mumbled with a smile, your lips brushing against his when you talked.  

He chuckled and deposited a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“That, my dear… was cheating” he accused totally breathless.

Your smile widened at that precious sight. God, he looked like a mess and you loved him so much.

“But you liked it” you pointed out, taking your right hand to his curls, softly playing with them.  


“Happy birthday”

He kissed you again, hungrier this time, relishing the softness and sweetness of your lips, just like if he couldn’t get enough of you. You corresponded with the same passion, and so the two of you got lost in your small pink bubble, forgetting everything about dinner and your guests who would be arriving in less than an hour. It seemed you will be ordering pizza this night too.

Cameron Dallas - Don’t go too far

Request:  Can you make an imagine where y/n is meeting all of the Magcon boys? And She catches Cameron’s attention? You could add all the details plz. (Btw I love your imagines.)


Have you ever been so excited for something you just could sleep for days? This is what I felt when I was about to go to my first Magcon Meet & Greet. My mom got me the tickets for my birthday and I couldn’t thank her enough for it. I immediately asked my best friend is she wants to come with me and of course she said yes, she was crazy for Nash. I, on the other side was more of a Cameron type of girl.

There were a lot of people when we got to the meeting. We stood in the line and waited to see the guys.

A lot of girls was there just because they found the guys so hot, but they didn’t know anything about the guys. I wanted to tell them how much the meant to me and thank them everything.

“How do I look?” my friend asked me for the twentieth time.

“You look good, don’t worry!” I said smiling at her.

We were getting closer and closer, and I was so excited I could scream.

“I wish I could spend some time with them,” I said sighing, and I imagined me chatting with Cameron, or going somewhere together. It was a dream, and I knew I only had a couple of minutes to be with them in reality.

Half an hour later only a few girls were before us. I could see them, they posed for pictures, talked to the fans and they looked so good, oh God.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna meet them!” I said not being able to contain myself anymore.

“Chill down, you don’t want to seem like a stupid fangirl!” my friend hissed at me.

“Right, okay, I have to pull m shit together.”

Slowly, the people were gone and we were the next ones in the line.

The first one who got his eyes on me was Hayes. He smiled and waved at me to come closer. My knees were shaking, but I finally managed to walk to him.

“Hey beautiful,” he said hugging me.

When we started to talk my nervousness was gone. It felt like I knew them for a long time. They were so nice and cool, I wished I could just spend the day with them. I hugged everyone and took photos with them.

Cameron was the last one in line, he was talking with Nash when I got to them. I heard my friend’s heavy breathing behind me as she saw Nash.

And then Cam looked at me with his bright smile, and he spread his arms just for me.

“Hey there!” he said as I hugged him tightly. I had been waiting for this moment for months, and now it was reality.

“Hey, Cam,” I said weakly, still not believing it is happening.

“What’s your name?” he asked looking into my eyes.


“Beautiful name. Did you wait for long?”

“Uhm, a couple of hours,” I said shrugging.

“Wow, I’m sorry. We had some technical issues.

“It’s okay, I am here with my best friend, so it was fun.”

He started to ask about my day and a bunch of random stuff, it was like I was talking with one of my friends. I totally forgot that it was Cameron. After a while I found ourselves with my friend talking with Nash and Cam just like we were good friends. But unfortunately we had to move because other were waiting to get to the guys.

“It was nice to see you, girl,” Nash said hugging us.

“Thank you for everything,” my friend said as she hugged Cam. He then turned to me looking into my eyes.

“Don’t go too far.” That’s what he said, but before I could ask what it meant, we had to move. I glanced back one more time, I caught his eyes, he smiled at me and then I had to go.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe it happened!” my friend said as we were sitting in front of the building trying to get ourselves together.

“Jesus, they were so nice and cool, it was the best day of my life!” I said sighing.

“What did Cam say to me before we left?” she asked suddenly.

“He said don’t go too far. What does it mean?” I asked totally confused.

My friend was about to say something, when a security man walked to us and looked down at us. We immediately stood up and I was afraid we got into some trouble.

“Are you Y/N?” he asked me. I nodded with wide eyes. “Cameron told me to find you. Do you want to come to the backstage?”

“What? He wants me to go to the backstage?” I asked totally not believing it all.

“Yes,” he sighed. “Do you want to come or no?” He was definitely done with my shit, so I just nodded and we followed him back inside.

Girls were coming out, they were just done with their meeting, and then we were going back to meet them again.

The guy told led us to a hallway and told us to wait there. Five minutes later Cam showed up and when he saw me, his smile went wide.

“Hey, so he found you!” he said walking to us.

“Yeah, we were outside,” I said smiling back at him.

“Good. I just thought we could hang out, if you want to. We are going out to eat, do you want to come?”

“Yeah, sure!” I nodded happily.

“Okay, then come with me, the guys are getting ready. And Nash will be happy to see you,” he said to my friend.”

As we were walking back to the guys, my friends was all over the fact she will see Nash again, so she wasn’t really listening to us. This was when Cam turned to me.

“I’m happy you came back.”

“You are?” I asked not really knowing what to say.

“Yeah, I think you are really cool. I’m glad you came here today.” He said and with that he grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.

Did I say it was the best day of my life? No? Then I will now. This was the best day of my life.

Happy Birthday!

Here’s my thing for TAU’s second birthday ficathon!

“Hey, Toby?” Maddie asked, sprawled out on the couch, her crown that declared her the eight-year-old princess disheveled on her head.

“Yeah, Madds?” Toby said from the kitchen, scrubbing sparkly pink aftermath of a little girl birthday party off the counter.

“Does Daddy have a birthday?”

Toby hesitated for just a moment. “Of course he does. Everyone has a birthday.”

“Then why don’t we ever celebrate it?” she sat up and looked over the couch at her brother. Toby was cleaning up an apparent color bomb that had gone off during Maddie’s birthday, and their dad had to leave on a ‘work related emergency’ just a few minutes earlier.

“Well,” Toby put down his towel. “I’ve never thought of that, actually.” he rested his chin in his hand.”We’ve just never really celebrated it I guess.” he shrugged and went back to cleaning off the counter.

“Well that’s not nice!” Maddie stood up on the couch, her pink and gold Princess Mizar dress fluttering around her knees. “Daddy always celebrates our birthdays, so we need to celebrate his too! It’s not nice to ignore his birthday!”

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