bts reaction to their kid asking how babies are made
this was so fun to write lmao, i probably laughed at my own jokes for a good five minutes??,,, i also stole one of the jokes from liza koshy bc she’s my actual mom?
thank you sm to @mymisstina for requesting this! i hope you enjoy! ♡ ♡
You would probably be cuddling on the couch with your kid, Jin on the other end. He’d be telling some dumb pun he found on the internet five minutes prior, and of course, your child would die laughing, even though he didn’t understand it, his dad’s laugh would be the trigger to the little boy’s giggles. The only issue, the pun Jin made was about kids were made (which was a topic you both avoided at all costs).
“Mommy, how are babies made?” Your face would turn beet red, while Jin had the biggest smirk on his face. “Well, daddy has a plug, and mommy has an outlet. When mom looks especially ho-” His sentence would basically be interrupted by you flinging a pillow at his face.
“Anyway, mommy has a plug, daddy has an outlet, sparks fly!”
Your son usually didn’t cause you much stress. Like his father, he was generally quiet (occasionally as crazy as his father) and didn’t run around causing trouble. So when the question of how babies were made popped up, it was safe to say you and Yoongi were surprised. You exchanged multiple looks, trying to telepathically decide who was going to answer.
Your eyes bulged out of your head, mentally cursing at Yoongi. He had a calm look on his face like he wasn’t affected at all by the answer he gave. “What’s sex?”
You scooped your child up from your couch, bringing him to his room. You were sat in there with him for a good hour, struggling to explain that his dad was actually insane and that sex wasn’t a concept that existed. After that, all your son knew was that he was brought to your doorstep by a large bird.
“Daddy, how are babies made?”
Your little girl was definitely a handful at times, like her father, she was extremely loud and full of energy. You and Hoseok had absolutely no idea how she thought of the question, or why she decided she wanted to ask. It was a conversation you didn’t think you needed to have until she was older but at four years old, she was extremely intelligent.
Hoseok had no clue how to answer the question, and you were too amused by the look on his face to even think about helping him out. “Uh, well- we found you under a bridge. Yeah, we found you under a bridge. With trolls!”
It was safe to say your daughter ran out of the room crying, screaming that she would never talk to you or Hoseok ever again. It was also safe to say Hoseok slept on the couch that night.
“You never told me how I was made, daddy”.
Namjoon practically sprinted out of the room when your daughter blurted out the sentence. Fortunately, you caught hold on his sweater and pulled him back to his seat at the table. “Go on, Joonie. Explain,” he could basically hear the smirk on your face.
Namjoon cleared his throat a total of six times before talking. “You’re stalling.” The glare towards you was menacing but made you laugh nonetheless. “Well, your mommy and I love you very much and- you’re adopted.”
You choked on your pizza at his reply. Your daughter was on the verge of tears, who wouldn’t be when their father tells them that they’re not their real kid? “Namjoon!”
“This is why you don’t ask me things!”
Jimin was the sweetest father and husband anyone could ever ask for. His patience was extremely high, and he treated your daughter with so much love. It was no surprise when he gave your daughter the purest and sweetest answer to her question. Your heart almost melted.
“When two people love and trust each other enough, they like to show each other how much they really do love them. We decided we wanted to and after nine months you popped out! Now we have another person to show all our love to!”
After that response, you decided you wanted to show Jimin just how much you loved him, which he appreciated very much.
It’s no secret that Taehyung is amazing with kids, but with awkward situations, not so much. Whenever you two were in an uncomfortable situation, Taehyung always counted on you to get him out of it.
But he was on his own this time.
You were busy with work and Taehyung was left alone with your adorable, but way too curious son. They were calmly playing with your son’s stuffed animals, but of course, that didn’t last long. “How was I made?”
At first, Taehyung didn’t understand what the hell that meant. “What do you mean?”
“How was I made, daddy? How are babies made?”
He so desperately wished you were there with him to save him from the whole situation. He hadn’t thought about it before, he didn’t expect the question to be asked so early. He also thought you were going to do all the talking.
“We got you in the mailbox.”
Jungkook freaked out when your child asked the both of you this question. “Where did she learn that? Why is she asking? Is this what preschool is doing to her?”
Tons of questions, to which you also didn’t know the answer to.
“Dude, one question at a time please!”
Jungkook spent ten minutes running around your house trying to find a clean pair of pants before running out of your home. He found the situation very awkward and just decided that he wanted no part in it, leaving you to do all the work.
You’d later find out that he escaped to Jin’s house- only to end up in another one of his famous arguments with the eldest. “Jungkook”, you’d yell at him through the phone. “You better get your ass home before I cut your tiny little pe-”
“I am not coming home until she forgets about that! It took me a year to get the balls to say I wanted to have sex with you, how do I explain that to a four-year old?”
At dinner at aforementioned seafood restaurant, my mother watched in alternating horror, fascination, and weird voyeuristic relish as I tried to eat a stuffed artichoke neatly. At one point she took a video. At another she started narrating: “I disdain this. I pretend not to understand this.”
On the walk home we passed two girls on red motor scooters, one of whom had fallen over right in front of the intersection. It was a steepish hill and (based off rapid overheard explanations) her first time riding one. She wasn’t hurt at all but it took her a long time to get out from under it and stand up, because she was laughing so hard, as was her friend. Since she was flat on the ground, visibility wasn’t amazing—although, I mean, as I said, a hill—the point is, a car pulled up nervewrackingly short of the scooter, but I may have been the most stressed-out person there. Well, me and the family in the car, which piled out to talk to her. Also a couple on a motorbike rode up the cross street, paused judiciously at the stop sign to inspect the amateurs, and then plowed on
So, how much does the fairy/human pregnancy lasts? 3 or 6 months? Does Jyn get pregnant soon after she and Cass get together and they can't keep their hands off each other for long? Is Baze the midwife?
“Why do I feel like you had something to do with this?” Baze bellows from inside the house as Cassian returns from his day of work. A candle burned inside as dusk was settling in over their farm.
“Jyn?” Cassian called, only to find Baze and Chirrut, their two fairy godfathers, in their kitchen, looking at Jyn who stood at the counter, her hands gripping a knife and a carrot.
Baze turned and pointed a finger at Cassian. “You!”
Chirrut laughed. “I had nothing to do with this. But Cassian most certainly did.”
“What is going on?” Cassian asked. “Jyn?”
And then she turned from the counter, revealing her large, round belly. “Guess we’re going to be parents.”
“In about a month at the rate she’s growing,” Baze growled. “Thought it should be nine since she is human now, Chirrut.”
“I don’t know why you keep blaming me,” Chirrut said with a toothy smile. “I did not do anything. This is a new situation. Maybe some of her magic just hasn’t fully worn off yet.”
Cassian gaped. “But this morning, you were …”
“I was not pregnant,” Jyn said, holding her back with one hand. “And now I am.” She bit her lip. “So?”
Cassian took two, three long steps toward her and gathered her into his arms, kissing her feverishly on the brow. His hand skimmed over belly. “I love you. I love you so much, and we’re going to do great.”
Cisco watched as Barry sat in his chair, the same chair that he had been sitting in all day.
“Barry? Are you seriously going to wait and do nothing until iris gets back from the doctor?” Cisco was already surprised Barry was not there with her.
“Well, I was there, but then they said I had to wait outside, and when I tried to differ iris asked me to just wait at star labs till she was done, and that she was fine, but I miss her, and I am so worried about my wifey and-”
Cisco let out a long held laugh as he patted his friends shoulder. “Oh come on Barry Allen, she is fine, and she will call as soon as she is-”
Barry was gone.
Cisco sighed and sat down again while he practice playing video games, which in his defense may come in handy one day.
Iris walked out the doctor to see her puppy aka barry waiting by the glass door looking like a fly that just got smashed.
“Oh barry” she said to herself. the moment she opened the door questions came out of him like air.
“So how was it? are you okay? what did the doctor say? did everything go alright? iris are you okay? lemme help you, I can-”
“Barry, calm down, i’m fine, I appreciate your concern, and I love you okay? but I did get feed back..”
Barry sat down in the fear he might faint because of what she may tell him.
“Iris?” he breathlessly whispered.
“Barry, I wanted you to know..it’s official, I am pregnant” She smiled as Barry quickly got up to hug her in a bone crushing hug, soon letting go afraid he may have hurt her.
“WE HAVE A KID? A BABY, OH MY, GEEZE THIS IS GREAT” he smiled and hugged her and smiled, and kissed her over and over again. “Iris Westallen is pregnant by me, this is the 4th best day of my life”
“What, why 4th?”
“The first best day was when I met you, the second was when we got married, and the 3rd, that’s when you have our children, or child, whatever happens”
“Aww” she smiled and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him softly.
The two were walking to their car when a handsome young man came by and stopped them.
“Oh, hi? are you Iris, and Barry Allen?” he asked. The two gave a strange look.
“Wow, you guys look super young, well, not really, oh, well we can talk later, Hi..I’m Bart”
Can we take a moment to realize that Zhan Zheng Xi is such a great friend? I didn’t realize how many times he worries about Jian Yi, takes care of him or shows affection until I made this compilation. Now I’m fucked up, lmao.
Warnings: Nothing, this is just seriously fluff galore.
Summary: You accidentally threw on the wrong sweater that morning, one you didn’t exactly have permission to have in your possession.
A/N: So today my best friend gave me my late birthday present, which was a Midtown High sweater, just like the one Peter wears in Homecoming, and it’s my new favorite article of clothing. And it inspired me to write this cheesy, sappy lil fic for you guys. I hope you all enjoy it because it honestly melted my heart to write alsksklsj :,)
The rain fell down hard outside, causing the train floor to be a slippery mess when you’d gotten on that morning. Luckily, you were there early enough to manage to find a seat so you didn’t have to stand up and tediously grip the railing. Honestly, you weren’t even sure that you wouldn’t slip and fall on your face if you’d been forced to stand.
It had been thundering all throughout the night, which to most people was calming, but for you, it just meant that you barely got any sleep. Something about thunderstorms always rendered your brain incapable of shutting down and resting.
Do you still believe in jonsa? :( I really want them to be together :( I want to believe jon is playing daenerys i can't just accept he would bend the knee easily!
Hi sweet anon,
I do still believe in Jonsa. I’ll always believe in it, until the last ASOIAF book comes out to prove me wrong.
Jon and Sansa’s relations have been set up and written to be romantic – both in the show and in the book in my opinion. Not for a one-night stand, not for sexual tension, not for political marriage; but for finding comfort in each other, safety, trust, peace, love and family, something that nobody else in the World could give them. All they long for is the North, the Starks, their family and their home, and who could understand that better than they do themselves? Who else could understand their pain?
Let’s look back:
They had the most emotional reunion out of all characters on the show. None of the men in castle black have looked at them and thought they were siblings. They all must’ve thought they were long-lost lovers.
The stare™ and the cheesy smile:
When was the last time Jon or Sansa laughed like this? Who else makes them happy like this?
LOOK AT THIS!!!! For god’s sake if my sibling looked at me like this I would’ve called the police by now
Now, the letter from Ramsay. Look at how he looks as Sansa to check up on her before reading the letter.
When it got to the r*pe bit, Jon threw it away and looked away in anger.
When Sansa carries on reading, look at his face. Look how gently he lookes at her.
He loves her.
Now, for the fur-coat scene. This is important - Sansa tells Jon “You are a Stark” without really saying anything.
For god’s sake look at him
Then the heated argument in the tent. (can you imagine if this was Jon with another specific character arguing in a dark tent while breathing heavily? the internet would go crazy) Jon was really trying to be angry here, but couldn’t. He still looks at her like this:
“I won’t EVER let him touch you again. I’ll protect you I promise”.
We all know Jon’s reaction to Ramsay mentioning Sansa in his bed *kill bill sirens* Have you ever seen Jon being so protective over anyone like that before?
I also found interesting how Jon found and was looking at Sansa when the Vale’s army marched in:
After the battle, Sansa was the only reason he didn’t beat Ramsay to death.
And then the forehead kiss.
This is not a brother showing affection to his sister. This is something else. This is far too loving, far too intimate, far too long.
And then another stare.
Then, she makes him laugh once again, like nobody else does.
And she finally looks happy.
And when Jon becomes the King in the North, he looks at her.
Continuing into season 7, we’ve got this gem, where Littlefinger says he loves Sansa and Jon gives us one of his angriest moments in the show:
He entrusts Sansa with his kingdom and his people
and he tenderly looks back to look at her one last time before he sets off
And lastly, the thought of her is the only thing that stops him from killing Theon.
I know this got long, sorry, but there are so many little moments, touches and looks that are so important. We know they’ve been rushing the show, they’ve been rushing J0nerys, but they haven’t rushed this. Why? Why haven’t they rushed Jon and Sansa and concentrated on them building trust for each other? Their affection for each other?
Because, dear anon, I believe that Jon and Sansa will end up together. And you should too!
@1248_room: Me: When did you start to raise Meokmul and Huchu? KS: Ah, because I’ve always liked dogs~ Me: Ah…. I meant the opportunity to!! KS: The opportunity to! (eyes get big) My parents used to dislike dogs! But I was determined and kept pushing until they said yes. Me: Ah~ so they’re at your parents’ home?? KS: Yes~~
@LOVELYRIM0408: I forgot everything as soon as I made eye contact with Kyungsoo… I told him my wedding was in December and his eyes got even bigger as he congratulated me extremely earnestly haha. [On my request] his suggested nuptial song was For Life and when I asked if he could come sing it personally for us, he said “I’d like to….” haha. Kyungsoo, thank you sincerely for your suggestion and blessing
@luv_in0114: Me: You know how Mr. Jo Jungseok calls you a s..son of a bitch in Brother? KS: Ah, yes ! Me: I have these dog-bird figures.. [t/n: s.o.b. and dog-bird are both spelled ‘gaesae’] KS: Ah? They’re really called gaesae? Me: Yes! KS: There’s really something called gaesae?? Me: Ah n..no there’s not actually something called gaesae, these are just figures ! KS: (looks at boxes laughing) Ah so I have a chance of getting one of these four? Me: Yes ! Please open it later~ KS: (was already opening it) Pfthahahaha
The dog-bird Kyungsoo got was the pug-bird ! When he asked me if “there was really something called gaesae..???” he was really serious about the question…
could you possibly please rec a couple of your fave fics? ♥️
Ok, so I’m assuming: klance fics? Alright, here we go:
texting fics (I love those kind of fics. They almost always seem to nail characters’ personalities and texting style and are so funny to read. The ones I’ll mention now are my absolute fav from this category):
Completed. Keith and Lance are stucked on a planet which citizens believe they are heroes destined to save them. The thing is they have to get married. Aka: Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Allura and Shiro are texting while Keith.exe stopped working. I don’t remember it very well, but I know I had fun while reading. Also, @xxxkaseixxx recommended it to me, so I already knew it’s a good one before starting.
Ok, so it’s not really texting fic but it’s a first part of a series where second part is texting fic. You don’t have to read that one to enjoy it’s continuation but I’m strongly reccomending it, because it’s a joy, I remember that one quote (about Keith’s mullet) made me laugh histerically at 3 a.m.
The story is: Voltron is a Radio Station beloging to Allura and her family and: Black, Green, Yellow, Red and Blue are it’s hosts. The station menagers decide that if all radio hosts specialize in certian topics and have already established base of listeners then Station can be even more popular if hosts would be paired with each other. Turns out they were right. Completed.
One of the first fics I’ve read in this fandom. I don’t remember it very well but the general impression is that it was quite enjoyable. Except that…pining!lance was…very extremaley thirsty and I’m not very fond of Keith being pictured as some sex object. The fic is well written, it’s not like Keith is dumb but pretty. It’s just when you see him through Lance’s eyes it may be uncomfortable for some people.
Lance, Hunk and Pidge are dancers who strongly admire dancing duo Keith and Shiro. Some stuff happens, Lance goes on dancing camp and guess who’s an instructor? Completed.
Ongoing. Shiro and Allura are getting married and Keith - as Shiro’s best man - needs to take some dance lesson because it’s important part of a wedding. So he takes them from Allura’s maid of honor - Lance. There is some actual knowledge about dances so it’s cool. Also, Keith’s a florist.
Also one of the first fics I started reading in this fandom and only recently completed.
Lance is a college student who tries to cut of his addiction to coffee and maybe switch for tea… Keith conviniently is a hot as hell barista in a bubble tea shop. And also college student, double majoring because he’s awesome and perfect and dead inside.
Slow burn torture. Like, really. Agony, but don’t we love it?
Anyway, title kinda tells what it’s about. Hunk decided that Lance as a roommate is too distracing so he moves out but finds Lance a new roommate so he can pay his rent. New roommate turns out to be Keith, Lance’s highschool rival and bisexual awakening. Another one of those where Keith thinks Lance is straight.
*sigh* Probably will never be completed and, unfortunetly, it WILL leave you hanging. So keep it in mind if you’ll decide to give it a try.
But I had to put it on a list becacuse it’s one of the first etc etc and there is a sentence that will probably stay with me forever: „Lance is a person of many acqaintances, but very few friends”. And I get it, I so get it. When you’re charismatic you attract people easily. But only some of them will stay with you after knowing you better.
Keith falls in love at first sight but will he still like that charming stranger who’s actually rude, obnoxious and tactless when he’ll spend more time in his company?
This one is about how on every planet that Paladins visit citizens mistake Keith and Lance as a couple. It happens so often that Pidge decides to collect data and analize it from scientfic point of view. Completed.
I hope it was a helpful list~
Edit: I don’t know how could it happen but I forgot to add one more of my most favourite fanfics:
Keith witness Lance’s “death” and that experience traumatize him. Later when Lance is A-okay he still needs to check on him and can’t get any sleep due to terrible nightmares. Turns out sleeping near Lance helps him get some rest at night, when he can always make sure his friend’s alive.
Great writing. Interesting study in depression (Lance) and feeling alienated in group (Keith). Ongoing- and I’m personally dying to know what happens next, because resent events sort of left us hanging.
Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.
The hardest part about giving someone else your heart, is that it then belongs to them. Even if things end, they will forever own a piece of you. A piece of the most important part of you, no less. It’s a piece of yourself that you can never get back, not really, not fully.
Six months. One hundred eighty two days. Four thousand three hundred sixty eight hours. That was how long it had been since you felt whole.
For the lovey @miyeongi-cutie who suggested a bakery AU that I am OBSESSED WITH!!! Hope you like it! 🖤
“So where are we going again?” Shiro asked as he threw an arm around Keith’s neck, drawing him in and ruffling his hair.
“Hey, stop it! Get off!” Keith ducked out from his grip and shoved him away, trying to fix his hair. “Why are you like this, you’re so annoying!” Shiro chuckled and nudged him with his elbow. “I’m your big brother. It’s my job to annoy you. Now, answer the question.”
Keith rolled his eyes and muttered “Adopted brother. Anyway, we’re going to this cafe or bakery place that Pidge won’t stop talking about. Says their coffee is really good and the food is ‘better than free wifi.’”
Shiro raised his eyebrows until they nearly disappeared under his tuff of hair.
“Better than free wifi? Pidge said that? Huh, wow. They must be really good then.”
Keith hummed in agreement and stuffed his hands in his red jacket, pulling it closer. Shiro smiled at the action zipped up his black and gray jacket, burying his nose into it.
It was late fall, and the breeze held a chilly bit. The wind whispered of winter, and the trees had begun to shed their leaves, some of which where floating in the air, softly floating the the ground. Shiro was enjoying the slight crunch they made when he stepped on them when Keith grabbed his arm.
“Hey, I think this is it.”
Shiro stopped and observed the building before them. It was a simple building, one that you could easily pass if you weren’t looking for it. The building was made out of worn brick, with a chalkboard sign in front the entrance that read: ‘Welcome to Voltron! Please do not touch pastries with your hands. Use your tongue.’ Shiro chuckled at the sign while Keith just stared.
“What kind of a name is Voltron?”
“I have no idea, but you have to admit, it is a pretty unique name that would be hard to forget. Now come on, I’m getting hungry.”
Shiro opened the door and was immediately hit with a wall of delicate dents of vanilla, sugar, cinnamon, the roast of coffee beans, and other heavenly scents. Keith moaned at the smell and Shiro couldn’t blame him. The smell almost made him weak in the knees.
They walked into the shop and looked around. It was a very cozy cafe. Their were multiple colored booths and chairs and even beanbags, coming in black, blue, red, green, and yellow. They was stools along the bar, and there was a glass case full of desserts and pastries that had Shiro’s mouth watering. Shiro was about to press his face right up against the glass when I kind voice greeted them.
“Hey! Welcome to Voltron!”
Keith and Shiro turned toward the voice and saw a bolder of man in its place. He was wearing cargo shorts and a yellow shirt accompanied with a yellow apron. His hair was tied back with a bandana, and had a name rage that read 'Hunk.’ Keith read it and arched an eyebrow at him, and Hunk just laughed.
“Yeah, before you ask, it’s real. Everybody calls me that.”
Shiro smiled and greeted him. “It’s nice to meet you Hunk. My name’s Shiro and this is Keith. Pidge suggested this place and highly recommended it.”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and gave them a beaming smile. “Oh Pidge! Yeah I know them! Me and Lance have become friends with them because they come so much. Oh! And Lance is the pastry king. I’m the coffee master, so it evens out.”
Shiro nodded and turned his attention to Keith. “Hey Keith, do you-Keith?”
Keith was not listening to either of them, eyes glued to a small white cup on the register, face furiously red. Shiro looked at him with a confused look before picking up the cup that was causing Keith’s dilemma. When Shiro read the cup, he sputtered and started laughing loudly, cheeks slightly flushing.
Hunk cocked his head. “What? What is it?”
Shiro turned the cup to Hunk, who could clearly read the font in neat loopy handwriting: “Just put your tip in here. See how it feels.” Hunk immediately paled and then change to a shade of purple then red. He quickly grabbed the cup and threw it away.
“LANCE THAT IS SO INAPPROPRIATE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
They were able to hear mad cackling in the back of the cafe where the kitchen was. Hunk turned back to them, straightening his apron, flush still on his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, that won’t happen again. So, uh, what would you like to order?”
Shiro peered at the menu, tapping a finger against his chin. He looked at Keith who just shrugged, as lost as he was.
Shiro turned back to Hunk. “What do you recommend?”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together.
“Oh man, where do I start? Everything Lance makes is amazing. Hmm, let’s go with something exotic. How about miguelitos and tarta de Santiago?”
Keith furrowed his brow. “What the heck are those?”
“Oh yeah, sorry miguelitos is this pastry that is made up of like a million thin pastry layers and each layer is filled with chocolate or cream. It’s then dusted with powdered sugar. Tarta de Santiago is a really thin, moist almond cake. Powdered sugar is on top of it as well. As you probably guessed, their both Hispanic desserts. Lance likes to show off his heritage.”
Shiro hummed gave him a smile. “Alright! We’ll get both of those, and I’ll get an espresso. Keith?”
Keith looked at the menu again. “Do you have soy milk?”
Hunk nodded and smile.
“Okay, I’ll just have a hot chocolate. With extra whipped cream on top.”
Keith glared at him. “What?”
“Oh nothing, nothing! Just glad to see my little brother growing up.”
Shiro laughed hard as Keith flushed and punched him in the arm as he paid Hunk.
He put the change into the new tip cup and went to sit down at table in the corner. It wasn’t long before they had sat down when Hunk brought them their food, perfectly balancing them on a small tray.
“Order up! I hope you like it!” Hunk sent them a smile and went back to the counter.
Shiro looked at the coffee and food and inhaled deeply, the smell making his mouth water.
“Let’s not waste anymore time! Let’s dig in!” Keith and Shiro both reached for the miguelitos and popped it in their mouths. Shiro’s eyes fluttered closed as the pastry melted in his mouth, and chocolate covered every taste bud. He almost had to stifle a moan. And Keith wasn’t in any better shape. He was looking at the patty in awe, as if it held the secrets to the universe. He quickly looked up at Shiro.
“Wanna try the tarta thingy?”
“Oh heck yeah.”
Shiro and Keith both picked up a slice, gave a mock cheers, and bit into it with a crisp crunch. However, as soon as the cake met their tongues, it practically melted away. Keith grabbed both pastures and shoved them in his mouth at the same time.
“I am in heaven.”
Shiro opened his mouth to agree, when an excited voice cut him off.
“HUNK!! HUNK, I DID IT!! You’ve got to try this! I’ve combined a churro and a cupcake into one blessed love child!”
Shiro turned toward the voice, laughing with amusement in his eyes. He went to take a drink of his coffee, but that’s when he laid eyes on the excited baker. Shiro chocked on his coffee, spraying across the room and spluttering the hot liquid out of his lungs.
“Holy shit! Are you alright Shiro?”
Shiro ignored Keith’s concern and whipped around to get a better view of the baker. Said baker had warm mocha skin, as rich as the coffee he was drinking. His hair was a warm chocolate, shaggy and barely reaching the top of his eyes. And his eyes. Oh god his eyes. They were the deepest blue Shiro had ever seen, reminding him of the ocean and they were so bright with life and energy. And he was covered with flour, which Shiro found absolutely adorable. It was covering the front of his apron and was even smeared across one of his cheeks, and Shiro wanted nothing more than to brush it away with his thumb.
Keith waved a hand in front of Shiro’s face, who just knocked it out the way, leaning out of his seat. Keith followed his gaze and let out a long sigh when he realized what he was staring at. Keith kicked him in the shin, finally getting his attention.
“Seriously Shiro? Can please control your emotions.”
Shiro gave him a small pout, but still turned toward the boy. “Keith, oh Keith. He’s so pretty. No, gorgeous. Did you see his eyes? They’re so blue and beautiful.”
Keith groaned and dropped his head on the table.
“Shiro we came here to try the food, not try the baker.”
“I’m not complaining.”
Shiro ignored his scandalous tone and continued to stare at the baker who was talking animatedly about his new creation, hands flying everywhere. Keith let out another long sigh and sat back in his chair.
“I am not ready for all this pining. You’re a mess Shiro. Remind me the curse Pidge for suggesting this place.”
“Well remind me to thank Pidge.”
Shiro then stepped out of his chair, walking toward the duo.
“S-Shiro?! Where are you going?”
Shiro tossed him a grin over his shoulder.
“Well, in going to introduce myself and give my compliments to the chef. Don’t want to be rude!”
Keith groaned and lightly banged his head on his table, cursing everything, especially Pidge. Somehow he knew they had set this up. He was going kill that gremlin. As soon he could get Shiro away from that baker who was throwing Shiro fingers guns along with a smirk. Keith groaned again. He had a feeling he would back to this cafe again. A lot.
Maybe More Than Friends (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)
Word Count: 4,729
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: After Peter joined the Avengers, you were basically forced into spending a lot of time with him, being that your father is being that your father is the Tony Stark. Your relationship starts off fairly innocent being as Peter was fairly shy around you, and not to mention that Tony had strictly forbid you two from dating. But despite your best efforts, the sexual tension between you two is undeniable. And one night while the rest of the Avengers are out on a mission, leaving you and Peter alone, the sexual tension comes to a peak. Peter is 18 in this fic.
Warnings: Extreme fluff. Language. Smut smut smut
You remember the first time you met Peter Parker. It was embarrassing, to say the least.
It was a pretty unexpected meetup. You didn’t even know that he was in the tower. You were working in the lab with another one of your dad’s employees, helping design a suit for the new Avengers recruit, Spiderman. It was your first major job, and you were so focused that you hadn’t even noticed when your dad and Peter walked in.
“Hey, Y/N, meet the new recruit, Peter. Peter, meet Y/N, my daughter.” Tony said loudly as he entered the lab, startling you and making you hit your head on the wall.
I don’t mean to come off as aggressive, but truth be told, I’m about to utterly destroy this interview with Dove Cameron. I am not doing this because I don’t like her, I’m just infuriated by this theory. I am a reader, and I read the prequel books before watching the movies. This stuff doesn’t align with the books, and I’m peeved about it. All my fellow Divergent and PJO fans know that when a movie doesn’t follow the books, WE. GET. MAD!
Let’s start with the claim that Uma and Mal’s rivalry is partially based around Harry. Here is where that actually comes from. Uma and Mal were partners-in-petty-crime when they were little kids, kinda like bffs. One day, the two wanted to prank Cruella De Vil by dumping sea sludge on her. However, the sludge spilled and Mal slipped off the dock. Uma initially laughs at the accident, but she becomes panicked as she desperately searches for her friend, who also can’t swim. Mal never actually fell off the pier. She appears behind Uma and dumps a bucket of smelly shrimp on her head. The smell of shrimp never went away, and Mal nicknamed her Shrimpy. Since then, the two were always in competition. (“from the sandbox to the doomball court”) Their 13th bday parties were even on the same day. “Mal always came out on top.” Uma’s fury intensifies when Mal is selected to go to Auradon and not her. Uma is envious of Mal because she always beat Uma, and Uma just wants to win. Their bad blood is based on a gradual one-sided battle and years of jealousy. Basing it on a guy belittles Uma’s motives and makes her look petty. She’s not; she has millions of reasons to hate Mal, and none of them are Harry.
Now let’s talk about Evie. Actually, let’s talk about their whole gang’s origins. It started as Mal and Jay, the worst kids of Dragon Hall and partners-in-crime. Carlos was a runty nerd in school, and Evie was the new girl. She was castleschooled (homeschooled) her whole life because when she and Evil Queen were banished when they she was a kid. Why? Because her birthday party was the same day as Mal’s, and everyone went to Evie’s. Mal was upset, so Maleficent banished the Evil Queen and her daughter to a lonely castle. Bottom line, Mal started out hating Evie. When Evie goes to Dragon Hall, her first friend is Carlos, and neither are too keen on being evil. One day, Maleficent asks Mal to retrieve her dragon eye scepter from the Isle of the Doomed, and Mal hatches a scheme to make Evie grab it and fall into a death-like sleep. Thus, the rotten four is born. Mal brings Jay and invites Evie who brings Carlos. However, Mal develops as a person over the journey and saves Evie from death by grabbing the scepter herself (She only sleeps for a few minutes because she’s related to Maleficent). Bottom line is that Evie was not some replacement for a kicked out gang member. Uma was never apart of Mal’s gang because it started long after Uma and Mal’s rivalry began, and Evie was one of the original members of the gang anyway. Suggesting otherwise puts majority of Mal’s character development to waste and disregards her relationship with Evie. Also, Uma was never in her gang, but she constantly tried to join. Mal claimed she wasn’t big or bad enough, but she was actually threatened by the presence of leader who might just be as evil as her. Thus, the rivalry intensifies. Again, Uma has plenty of reasons to hate Mal.
The part saying Harry and Mal were each other’s first loves makes next to no sense. The evidence for this lies more in the first movie. First, Evie says Mal never had a boyfriend. Next, Mal says that there isn’t really dating on the Isle, just gang activity. Finally, she tells Ben that she doesn’t know what love is. Saying that Harry was Mal’s first love makes illegitimate Ben’s efforts to help Mal learn how to love. It’s Mal’s discovery of love that enables her to develop as a character and defeat her mother. Dating Ben was supposed to be what transformed Mal, and implying that she has loved another before makes her development in the first movie almost meaningless.
Now for the part about Harry getting dumped and joining Uma’s gang. Uma doesn’t get a crew until after the events of the first movie because she concludes that she needs one to beat Mal’s gang. Uma is described as Harry’s longest friend on the Isle, meaning he knew her before he knew Mal. And yes, THEY ACTUALLY SAID FREIND!! When they were young, Uma started ordering him around, and he let her(Gil was there too, but he drifted away and came back when he found out they needed a crew). When Uma says she wants a crew and a ship, she makes a bet with Harry. The winner is captain and the loser is first mate. Ya’ll can figure out who won. Anyway, Harry was always friends with Uma, and he joins Uma’s crew because he wants to, not because of a silly rivalry between former gang mates and a broken heart. There is no mention of a distaste for Mal on his part. In fact, when Uma is hell-bent on getting a crew so she can beat Mal, he wants her to lighten up and have fun with him by causing mischief or something. He doesn’t care about the kids in Bore-don; he just cares that Uma’s upset. The idea that Harry joins Uma’s crew in spite of Mal downplays Harry and Uma’s friendship.
In glorious conclusion, this theory makes a mockery out of the books written to support the movies. Why bother having Melissa De La Cruz write them if you’re not going to agree with the story line? I feel like the actors and directors should read these books so they understand their characters’ motivation. I mean, didn’t Dove Cameron do a promotional video for Rise of the Isle of the Lost? I thought she read it!
I’m not doing this in spite of Dove’s relationship with Thomas. Their personal life is none of our concern, and as a fandom we need to respect that. However, her story does harm to the canon in the following ways: it bases Uma and Mal’s years of tension on a guy and petty gang drama, it turns the beginnings of Evie and Mal’s relationship into a mere replacing of someone else, it turns Ben’s role as Mal’s reason to be good into a lack luster second rate, and it makes Uma and Harry’s relationship based purely on mutual hatred for Mal.
Their backstory is nice, but I ask that they keep their personal life and professional life separate. I really liked the books, but this makes them pointless. If they’re going to force this onto us, don’t expect me to believe a word of it. It lacks evidence from the written text, puts De La Cruz’s work to waste, and shoots down loads of character/relationship development.
Request: friend zoning shawn to the point where he is begging to get out #request but rly u were too scared to let shawn in
a/n: HI!! i’ve been working on this one for quite a while and it’s finally done!! yay!!! thanks for being so patient with me everytime i pushed the upload date back lol but anyway, i hope you enjoy!! random side note - my family and i ate 5 pounds of potatoes at dinner tonight lol
okay now enjoy reading and tell me what you think when you’re done!!
Most people would think that sitting in a back room would be the most unentertaining thing in the world. But when this back room happens to be filled with three of your closest, and backstage at the LA Staples center, a back room sounds more entertaining than any other room.
“How long did he say the meet and greet lasted?” Brian piped up as he threw a red skittle up into the air. The skittle bounced off his nose and landed on the ground.
As toddlers, you and Peter met at daycare. You approached him after thinking of him- as your mother still teases you with- “the least stupid kid there” and after a solid day of block tower building, you kissed his cheek before leaving.
As older children, you were just as heartbroken to hear that Uncle Ben had passed. Uncountable tears flowed and on his funeral, Peter receives a small, tear-flavoured kiss on his cheek. He squeezed your hand carefully and somehow managed to give you a small smile, though quickly tears were running down both his and your cheeks again.
As a fourteen year old, you caught Peter staring at you. After teasing him relentlessly for days, you said “No hard feelings, bug” and kissed his respective cheek again, only to have his face turn the brightest shade of red and your laugh to echo through the cafeteria.
As fifteen year olds, you two started dating and after you first date, there was the first actual kiss. In front of your apartment building, hiding for the rain after Peter walked you home from the arcade. It was a longing, sweet kiss waiting to happen and after laughing at Peter’s “Damn”, it was followed by more. Many more since that happened.
At sixteen, you walked in on Peter in the spidey suit, your mouth dropping open. “Woah-holy shit” is the only noise that you made after a solid two minutes of staring as Peter tried, and failed, to explain what was actually going on. You shut him up with a kiss, the heart soaring kind that you melt into and all was well.
At eighteen, you got a call from an unknown number. After picking up, you were told by Tony Stark himself that Peter got hurt on a mission, that he was in a critical condition and a car was on the way to pick you up. Your world stopped. You dropped your phone and after sobbing for a good moment, you picked your phone back up as you hurried down your apartment building. A kiss quickly followed as you saw Peter, straight out of surgery and perfectly fine- bless Tony Stark.
As twenty three year olds, you kissed Peter with the biggest smile on your face after you both had signed your joining apartment, in front of your landlord’s office. Real. Official. Proud. More happy than anything.
At twenty six, your mouth fell open as Peter sank down on one knee. After nodding and yelling yes over the traffic on the Brooklyn Bridge, which earned applause from bystanders and Ned filming every bit, you pulled him up a bit and kissed him in the way your heart skips a beat or two.
As twenty eight year olds, you two finally got married. As cliche it is, one of the best days of your life, accompanied with one of the best kisses of your life.
At thirty two, after the most painful and tiring moment of your life, you shared a sweet, short kiss. In Peter’s arms was the baby girl that you were more then happy to call you yours.
At fifty, after letting out a deep sigh, you tilted your head to give Peter a kiss. You already felt sad, even though your daughter had barely left the driveway.
“I love you so much” Ninety nine. A short kiss, one that tasted like tears and remembrance. Peter closed his eyes.