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Hungover Jensen, post Jib

Jensen opens his eyes and immediately closes them again. His head is pounding, it’s too bright in the hotel room, his entire body aches.

After a couple minutes of stretching and groaning and adjusting his eyes to the sunlight, he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand and ends up with a piece of notebook paper in his hand instead. In terrible handwriting, there are a few random words on the paper like “breakfast,” “crepe options,” and “hamburger meat with onions.” He bunches the paper up and tosses it aside before grabbing his phone and lying back down against the bed.

For some reason his email app is open, and a drafted email is waiting to be sent. It’s addressed to Jim Michaels, with the subject line “Get fuckd.”

In the body of the email is written, “I think I want to quit the show and open a food truck. I have a lot of great ideas for a food truck, and I’m writing up a menu right—”

Jensen deletes the drafted email and scrambles through his sent messages to make sure he didn’t actually email anyone. Thankfully, he didn’t.

He checks his text messages next and finds that the only person he texted yesterday was his wife. Thank fucking god.


I’m wearing the underwear you bought me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The pair I said I’d never wear in a million years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m wearing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Jensen’s eyes widen and his face heats up as he stares at his phone, the words blurring together. He tears the covers away from his lap and looks down at himself. The only thing he’s wearing is a pair of peach-colored boxer briefs that are too big on him.

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Dear Mom,

I’m sorry.
Oh if I only could express how sorry I am!
You always wanted the best for me.
You’ve made mistakes but not on purpose.
All these years you’ve been and you still are my biggest support.
Even now, when I honestly do not deserve it.

I think of you as a person that is just too kind for this world.
And so am I.
We’re so similar in many things and, oh god, did we laugh about things that no one else understood.
I know that I sometimes can’t really show it.
No, honestly. I’ve done you wrong so many times just because I couldn’t handle a stupid mood swing or had no cigarettes left.
You do not deserve this.
You deserve so much better.
But i love you, I love you so much.
And I need you.
I’m an awful daughter and i don’t know if I can change but you’re my world, mom.
You’re everything to me and I’m proud to say that because you’re the best thing in my whole life.
You were the one that rubbed my back and dried my swollen eyes when i was crying my eyes out over a guy that I met secretly.
You were the one that forced me to go to the hospital when all i wanted was an overdose.
You cared for my cuts.
And i know that seeing them broke your heart.
And knowing that breaks my heart.
You wouldn’t say it but you hate blue hair and black clothes and all the piercings and stuff. And I have all of it.
But you still hold my tattooed hand.
I don’t know where my life began to turn wrong and everything crashed and the burning pieces fell down on me.
But one thing I know for sure: it isn’t your fault.
You did so good, really.
You warned me about the older boys, the drugs that take you to heaven but then to hell, all of it.
I didn’t listen.
I guess I just had to experience it myself.
My heart explodes in my chest when I think about what I put you through.
I made you cry.
I made you feel helpless.
I made you get so exhausted mentally that you had to seek help yourself.
I can never make that up to you.

You’re the best and I honesty don’t know why you’re still by my side.
But I love you, I love you so much it hurts.

—  Love letter to my mother.

anonymous asked:

Four word prompt: "S'gonna be okay darling"

The sun was peeking through the blinds as I blinked away the sleep, a slow smile stretching across my face as I felt the rise and fall of Harry’s breathing against my cheek, my arms twined around his waist. It was his day off today. I had just finished exams and tomorrow I was flying with him to LA while he did promo for his new album. I pressed kisses to his back, only waking him because we had both slept in much later than usual.

He groaned and I leaned over to lightly nibble on his earlobe, “Good morning.”

He started to blink slowly as I kissed over his shoulders. He groaned again as I pulled him so he was lying flat on his back and I crawled over him, straddling his waist and then pressing my body to his chest like a koala bear. He chuckled and put a hand to my back, lightly scratching my bare skin.

“Good morning.” His voice was low and raspy and I closed my eyes at the sound as he kissed my hair. “What do you want to do today?”

“A whole lot of nothing.” I said snuggling deeper into his arms.

He laughed, “Then why’d you wake me?”

I propped my head up so my chin rested on his chest, “I missed you.”

He rolled his eyes, “You’re pathetic.”

I rested my head back on his chest, “Maybe, but you still love me.”

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propshophannah  asked:

(I'm sorry for all these) "What do you mean no ones ever made you a flower crown?" —ELRIEL

I feel like the way that I took this wasn’t what you might’ve expected, but it just happened…


Azriel hummed contently from where he lay with his head in Elain’s lap. She giggled behind him, thinking to herself about how he always seemed to purr like a cat when she did this.

The first time she made him a flower crown he looked at her like she had just said the sky was green.

“Come again?” He had said.

“I made you a flower crown,” she had replied matter-of-factly. “You’re not obligated to wear it, you won’t hurt my feelings. But I made you one. So here. You can throw it away later if you want.”

Azriel had hesitated, but took the crown nonetheless with a mumbled thank you before vanishing into the shadows.

He had taken it to his room that night and laid it on his bedside table with a small smile that no one else could see.

The next morning he felt like the stupid one though when he showed up to breakfast with Cassian and Rhys wearing their flower crowns proudly and calling him an ass for not doing the same.

Years later, she still made him flower crowns, but now she presented them to him with a kiss and a smile meant only for him.

The field they lay in now was their favorite spot, and one of the only places Azriel wasn’t afraid to be out of the shadows. Certainly not when he was with her.

He leaned into her fingers as they weaved through his jet black hair. She was trying out some new flower in his crown today and had been excited about it all morning.

“What’s your favorite kind of flower crown?” Azriel asked suddenly. “To wear, not to make.”

Elain’s fingers stumbled in his hair, but quickly recovered.

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “No one’s ever made me a flower crown before.”

Azriel blinked once before sitting up suddenly and whirling on her.

“Hey!” Elain whined, picking up the half finished flower crown that had fallen out of his hair.

“What do you mean no ones ever made you a flower crown?” Azriel asked quickly, staring at her incredulously.

Elain blushed. “No one’s ever made me one,” she repeated. “I just make them for everyone else.”

Azriel stared at her, his mouth floundering open and closed like a fish.

“It’s fine,” she said quickly, taking his hand in her own. “I like making them for people! Especially you.”

“But… but that’s not fair. Not to you,” he argued.

“I can make them for myself if I really want,” she said. “And sometimes I do. It’s just… not the same I guess. But I really don’t mind.”

“Teach me,” Azriel said bluntly. “Teach me how to make a flower crown.”

Elain laughed. “What?”

“Teach me how you do them. I’m going to make you one.”

Elain only laughed harder, but stopped when noticed Azriel’s stone cold expression.

“Really?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper as if it were the highest honor she’d ever been gifted.

Azriel smiled softly, taking her other hand in his own.

“Teach me,” he said again.

Elain bit her lip as she tried to hold back her smile. “Okay,” she whispered.

In the end, Azriel’s flower crown looked absolutely terrible. It wasn’t symmetrical at all, he accidentally crumbled up half the flowers, it was just a mess. Rhys and Cassian made sure to tell him so.

But Elain wore it proudly until it just wasn’t wearable anymore, and decades later it still sat on their bedside table.

maple-maypole  asked:

(1) So! A new kid moves to Salt Middle School. This is one of those kids that will analyze the shit outta everyone. "8:35am, day 13. today ___ was very quiet and looked kinda sad. Maybe he just overslept and got yelled at bc of it (evidence: coffee and yawning) If it gets worse I'll talk to him." & "2:07pm, day 8: Today ___ asked ___ out during math class. Dude's got some balls and no chill whatsoever." kinda thing.

How dare you, now I have yet another OC that I’ll never be able to use for anything else ever again! T-T

Also shut up your English is perfect and this prompt is amazing, I loved it so much and I love you, thank you!

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Going Native

Kenshin can’t help but stare.

Which, okay, is not exactly news. He stares a lot, all the time, at people and things he finds interesting. It usually doesn’t feel particularly rude - but in this instance, there is the unfamiliar thought nudging at the back of his mind to look away and leave it be. He’s not sure what to make of it.

The math lesson drowns on around him while he flips through his notes, the ones that concern themselves with anything but the actual subject matter of the class, and searches for any previous mention of that particular student.

Kageyama, is it? He honestly isn’t even sure about the name. Kenshin has been in this class for a month now and apparently there has not been a single noteworthy thing about this guy before today.

(And Kenshin wrote it down when Hiroki brought a cucumber sandwich instead of his customary tomato one. So Kageyama has literally been less interesting than a cucumber sandwich this whole time.)

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What taking Harry to meet your family would include

Allow me to be more focused on the latino community/culture in this piece. I promise I’ll be uploading a more ‘standard’ version (i.e. avoiding specifics that may make non-latinos feel excluded or don’t allow them to feel identified) so that anybody can have their fun. It’ll be on later tonight or later tomorrow but it’ll be on here. If you like it or want me to write this in Spanish please feel free to ask me, I’ll be more than glad to comply.

Without anything else to add… let’s get to the point!

  • Your family throwing an enormous party even if you told them that it was nothing. That ‘he’ll probably feel better if it’s only us, you know? He can meet the extended family later’
  • But of course, your mother didn’t listen to. Well, he tried - but how else was she supposed to make tamales without help? When she asked your aunt for the recipe of her delicious tamales de queso she, inevitably, asked ‘why?’ and your mother wanted to keep the secret for herself. She really did. She was not a chismosa, thank you very much. But she was so, so proud of you… and she missed you deeply, and your aunt was just asking how were you doing…
  • ‘She’ll bring her boyfriend’, she said, and there was a long pause at the other end of the line, followed by a long, tedious list of questions like ‘is he as handsome as he looks like in the TV?’ ‘where is he staying?’ ‘how long will he be here?’ ‘is he getting a hair cut?’ ‘are they serious then?’ and before your mother knew, the rest of your family were already expecting to meet him.

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lost | tommy shelby

tommy feels lost without grace and the reader comforts him

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When Tommy came back from the war, he was a broken man. He didn’t have the same happiness that he did before. Tommy would find it hard to talk to people, and never open up. Whenever you brought up the war he would dismiss it, and act as if it didn’t bother him. Grace was the one who fixed him, she brought a new lease of life to him. Tommy had slipped back into his old ways of keeping himself reserved, and Grace wasn’t around to bring him back.

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This was stupid

This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.

She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.

She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.

When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor. 

She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”

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I'm here for you, but I am not your doormat

Divergent fanfic: Eric one shot
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The front door swings open and bangs shut. Eric stomps threw the apartment to the fridge and grabs a beer slamming the fridge door short. He stands giving me a nasty glare.

“In another spectacularly foul mood again I see,” I sneer looking up from my paperwork.

He still says nothing as he stalks to the bathroom, another door slamming. I’m not in the mood for this again and decide to go to the mess hall for dinner.

“Hey Y/N!! Where is your scarier half,” Uriah ask me laughing as I sit down.

“Probably still sulking like a child throwing a tempertantrum at home,” I scoff rolling my eyes.

I found I actually am enjoying myself and my company for ages. I care for Eric deeply, but him always taking his bad days out on me was just becoming exhausting.

“Hey Y/N, Zeke and I are doing drinks and Candor or Dauntless at our place tonight. You in?”

I sit and think about it for a second. You know what screw him. I deserve to have some fun.

“Hell yeah I’m in!” I smile widely.

“Alright. Let’s go have some FUN!!”

It was getting late, that much I know. Exactly how late I do not know. I had decided against playing Dauntless or Candor. Running threw the compound doing stupid pranks or telling people private information about Eric or myself would probably not end well for me.

I had however had more than a few drinks. I laid on one of the Pedrads couching watching my friends a little enviously. They all look so happy and carefree. Especially the couples.

I couldn’t even remember the last we had gone out and did something fun. Hell we didn’t even do anything not fun in forever. We hadn’t even been intimate in over a month. Eric was so tired and cranky lately.

“Y/N? Does Eric even know you’re here?” Four asked quietly.

I shook my head no. Feeling the room start to spin.

“Do you want me to help you home?” he looked concerned.

“Nope,” I smiled sadly rolling over and falling asleep.

I suddenly heard someone softly calling my name. I opened my eyes to see Eric crouched in front of me. But I didn’t think it could possibly be my Eric, because instead of looking pissed he looked concerned.

“Hey beautiful.” he had a small smile on his face. I smiled back

“Ready to go home?” he sounded almost nervous.

“Mmm k,” I mumbled. I went to sit up and felt nauseous. Before I knew it I was being picked up.

As he made our way out of the apartment I noticed him give a slight nod of his head to Four. I must be REALLY drunk.

“I can walk you know,” I slurred into his shoulder. But really I was enjoying the closeness at the moment.

“I know you you can,” he sighed kissing my forehead.

I didn’t get put down until we where in front of the apartment door. Eric fished the keys out of his pocket and opened the door. Then he took my hand walking us to the couch pulling me into his lap as we sat down.

I curled into his chest placing a light kiss on one of his leadership tattoo’s on his neck. He looked down at me wrinkling his nose.

“You smell like cinnamon. Fireball?”

I shook my head and giggled. “Hot Damn.”

He just shook his head raising a pierced eyebrow at me. Then he just looked at sadly for a few moments before he spoke.

“I thought I finally lost you, that you finally had enough.” I sat back to look at him putting hands on either side of his face.

“Eric I don’t ever want to leave you. You’ve been so tense lately. I can’t imagine what it is to carry the weight of a Faction on your shoulders. Especially at our young age. I know it has to be stressful, and I am here for you. But not as your door mat or punching bag.” My voiced wavered slightly at the end

“I know. I should tell you more how much you mean to me. I, I’m sorry, ” he quickly turned his head away. I knew how hard it was for him to say that.

I pulled his head back to look at me. He still had a pained look in his eyes. Slowly I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. He placed his forehead on mine and took a deep breath.

“ I love you Y/N.” he spoke barely above a whisper.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked deep into his eyes.

“I love you too. Now take me to bed and show me how much,” I breathed out softly.

“There is nothing more I want to do right now.”

and-heather  asked:

i hope i'm not being annoying or doing smth wrong as i'm new to tumblr and stupid ! could you do a fanfic where JD is incredibly upset/mad and honestly just an emotional wreck and V is trying to comfort him? you did one with V + JD comforting her, i'd be interested to see it the other way around. make it as angsty as you want. (': ty m'dude!

Of course I can! You aren’t being annoying at all! I love love LOVE getting requests! I haven’t really written too much angst for this au so far! And I checked out your blog! It’s so cute!!!!! My Heathers blog is pretty new too, so let’s keep it up together!!!! Enjoy the story!!!!!

JD grabbed a fistful of his hair and slid to the ground. Big tears were pooling down his face and he looked up out towards the window. Everything was spinning and he felt sick. JD closed his eyes and let more tears fall out. He stayed there all alone for a long while until a shadow came up over him. “What happened?” JD looked up and saw Veronica looking down at him with the most worried look he had seen on her for a long time. “JD, tell me what happened.” She told him, more stern.

“I’m fine.” He muttered, looking away. Veronica got down in front of him and grabbed his face in her hands. She looked so concerned.

“JD, talk to me!” She begged. She always worried for him, she knew how he could get, depressing thoughts and such. There was only so much help he could get for it, and healing didn;t happen overnight. “Did you hurt yourself?” She asked in fear.

“No!” JD told her.

“Then tell me!” Veronica begged. She sat down next to him and put her arms around him. He tried to keep himself more composed, but at feeling the contact he burst into tears and grabbed her, pulling her close. Veronica held him and rubbed his back. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” She soother. JD pulled away and wiped away some tears.

“Don’t tell anybody.” He mumbled, but it still had a bit of a joking tone through his ears. Veronica smiled sadly and held his hands. “I didn’t hurt myself I promise.” JD assured. “I wanted to, but I didn’t.” He promised her. Veronica nodded.

“What’s the matter?” She asked. JD looked down at his hands and closed his eyes for a long while.

“I’ve… I’ve just been having a hard time today.” He mumbled. Veronica didn’t speak, she just let him talk. “I thought because I have you now, and I have stability and I have a home it wouldn’t be as bad this year. But it was just as bad, and for some reason that made me feel worse and I started thinking about never getting better and never moving on and then that same voice telling me I’m better off dead kept going and I-”

“JD.” Veronica interrupted finally. “You’re rambling, you’ll just get more worked up. Take a breath.” She told him. JD nodded and wiped his tears away. “What is it that’s bothering you so much about today?” She asked. JD just looked out at nothing, like he didn’t want to say it. “You don’t have to talk about it now if you don’t want to.”

“No.” JD sighed. “I worried you, you have a right to know.” Veronica shook her head.

“I don’t need to know anything you don’t want me to.” She promised. “Anything you want to tell me, if it’s important, I trust you’ll tell me on your own time. I don’t want to rush you or make you uncomfortable.” She explained.

“You’re too good, you know that?” JD asked. He had a little grin and his tears were slowing to a stop. Veronica smiled warmly at him and JD was quiet for a while, before taking a deep breath and looking up at her. “Ten years ago today I saw my mother kill herself.” He started. Veronica bit her lip. “I thought after all this time, and meeting you, I’d be less of a wreck today but there’s always something.” He explained.

“Hey, you don’t need to be sorry about that.” Veronica assured. JD looked over at her. “I know a lot of people lose loved ones, but even then it’s not something you just get over. It takes time and it’s really hard. And in your case, somebody was ripped away from you in a traumatic way.” She explained. “You have a right to feel sad, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Veronica assured, she reached over to hold his hand.

“Thank you, Ronnie.” JD whispered. He then shook his head and wiped away some stray tears. “Ah, I hate emotion.” He muttered. Veronica laughed. “Thanks for cutting my heart open, stupid girlfriend, making me feel. Which is something I never wanted to have to do.” He blabbered on, pretending to be annoyed with her.

Veronica stayed with him for a while, going back and forth. They talked about how hard it was to accept things, they would make a ill fitting joke, and then shed another tear or two. But the tears grew less and less, and the jokes grew more and more. “Are you okay?” Veronica asked. “Are you feeling better?” She asked.

“You always make me feel better.” JD told her, cupping her face in his hands. Veronica smiled and stole a kiss from him. “Thank you for being here for me… I really don’t know what to say but… you know you mean the world to me?” JD asked, his eyes were big and he was holding his bangs out of his face with one hand, so she could really see his eyes.

“You know, I may not of known her, but from what you’ve told me I think she’d be really proud of you.” Veronica told him. JD looked down, and then peered up again with a little smile.

“You think?” He asked. Veronica nodded. JD quickly wiped away another tear before it fell and then looked up at his girlfriend. “That… that means so much more to me than you’d think.” He admitted. He kissed her and then pulled away, wiping away more tears. “Oh man, I was fine until that dumb therapist you made me see brought it up. And now I’m a mess.” He laughed a bit at himself and Veronica smiled.

“Come on, let’s go get some slushies.” veronica offered. JD smiled at her and held her hand.

“I’d like that a lot.” He told her. JD stared at his girlfriend for a long while before smiling. “She would have loved you. So much. I know that and… I hope one day I’m able to talk about her without getting so emotional because… I’d really like to tell you more about her, and some of stories I have.” He smiled warmly.

“I would love that.” Veronica kissed JD again. “But you just remember to take all the time you need. But if you decide you need a push, just let me know and I’ll be here. For whatever you need.”

causeimamerican  asked:

Oh my god I just love the Family AU it's just so amazing and ahh!!! Thanks for the link for the fic I was actually going to ask how Keith would react to Lance saying he hated him That aside how would Shiro and the kids react to Keith being sick? (It's okay if you don't answer I know you get a lot of asks so just thanks for all the wonderful and fluffy Voltron Family posts!!)

Thank you!! I’m happy to know you love The Voltron Family AU! :D I find it quite amusing how there’s always have to be the opposite side. Like, there’s one where Shiro is away and Keith handles the kids alone, and then there’s one where Keith is the one who’s away and Shiro handles the kids. I’m guessing this ask is from when Shiro is sick and Keith and the kids tried helping him? If so, I’m definitely going to answer this one lmao (but honestly you’re welcome! i love making these voltron fam posts! 8D)

Keith is sick and he’s lying on the bed. Shiro wanted to take a leave at the hospital but Keith told him that it’s different if he’s the one who’s sick because Keith can just work from home–Shiro cannot. 

Keith: You can’t bring your patients at home, Shiro. Don’t be ridiculous. I can handle myself. It’s just a fever. No big deal. *coughs* *shoos him away*
Shiro: *frowns* Make sure you call me though if anything happens okay? I’ll take the kids to school. I’ll drop by to check on you at lunch.
Keith: *rolls his eyes* Yeah yeah, Mum.
Shiro: Don’t forget your paracetamol. And drink heaps of water.
Keith: *pushes him weakly off the bed* Just go will you?
Shiro: *kisses Keith on the lips*
Keith: I’m sick. Oh my god.
Shiro: *smirks* We can share it. In sickness and in health remember?
Keith: *raises an eyebrow* Are you seducing me, Takashi Shirogane?
Shiro: Is it working? 
Keith: *very very monotone* On I am turned.
Shiro: *laughs* So snarky even when you’re sick. Shit. I’m so turned on right now. *eyes widens but laughs at his own joke*
Keith: I can’t believe we’re flirting while I’m sick. Just go you dumb turtle!

True to his word, Shiro did come back at lunch to check on Keith and then returned again to the hospital. The kids arrived with Shiro after picking them up from school.

Hunk: *tugs Shiro’s hand* *hears Keith’s cough echoing inside the house* Daddy Keith doesn’t sound good. *frowns* I have an idea. *lets go of Shiro’s hand and walks towards his room* 
Lance: So can we go see him now or are we still not allowed in the room? Back then when you were sick, Daddy Keith allowed us to see you. Why won’t you? *frowns*
Shiro: You might get infected, buddy. Daddy Keith is really really sick.
Pidge: Just let him wear a mask then! *frowns* I wanna see Daddy Keith. I want to show him my perfect score.
Shiro: I’m sure you do, sweetheart. Why don’t you two go to Hunk’s room first while I check on your Daddy then I’ll get you three to see him? How’s that sound?
Pidge and Lance: *nods and goes to Hunk’s room*

After a while, while Shiro and Keith were in their room, there was a knock on their door.

Lance: Can we come in now? We have a surpri–
Pidge: *whispers* Stupid Lance! Don’t say that!!!
Lance: *whispers* Oooops! Sorry I didn’t mean to!!
Keith and Shiro: *looks at each other curiously*
Shiro: Yeah, you can come in now.

The kids open the door only to reveal Hunk, Pidge and Lance with paper crowns on top of their heads coloured by them. Shiro and Keith smiled.

Lance: *announces proudly* Prince Lance, Princess Pidge and Prince Hunk has arrived to visit His Royal Highness King Keith.
Keith: *hands on his chest* Oh my. What have I done to deserve your glorious visit, Prince Lance, Prince Hunk and Princess Pidge?
Pidge: We have been informed by your Royal Adviser Daddy Shiro that you were sick. It has come to our attention that we must pay the King a visit to see ourselves to make sure our kingdom is still in one piece. 
Shiro: *whispers to Keith* I’m your Royal Adviser? I’m not even your husband here. Unbelievable.
Keith: Ah, as you can see. My Royal Adviser turned husband King Shiro is ruling in my stead. You have nothing to worry about. *winks at Shiro*
Shiro: I have been promoted. *laughs*
Hunk: We bring gifts, King Keith and King Shiro! *holds out a stack of papers messily stapled together to make it look like a book* May we sit beside you in bed so we can read you our stor–I mean our gift?
Keith: *looks at Shiro*
Shiro: *smiles* *turns to the kids acting all serious* King Shiro allows you. *nods and gestures to Keith’s side*

All three kids just kinda dropped their acts and rushed towards the bed to sit beside their Daddy Keith.

Lance: It was Hunk’s idea, Daddy Keith! We made you a storybook!
Pidge: Cause we know you’ve read all the books here so we thought of making you a new one!!
Keith: *turns to Hunk* *restrains himself from coughing* Did you really?
Hunk: I did! *grins* I hope you like it!

So Hunk opened their hand-made storybook and Lance, Pidge and Hunk took turns doing different voices. It was a story of two kings who found three kids and adopted them to be their children. They go to different kingdoms and they would fight dragons. Then King Keith and King Shiro were taken by the evil witch. Princess Pidge was the one who took on the evil witch with her sword alongside with Prince Lance with his bow and arrows, while Prince Hunk tried to look for the two kings while the witch was distracted. In the end, the witch was defeated and the two kings were saved and they all lived happily ever after.

Keith was crying and that caused the three kids to panic.

Hunk: Oh no! Daddy Keith are you okay?
Keith: *wipes tears* Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.
Lance: Did you like our story?! 
Keith: *nods while still wiping his tears*
Pidge: Then why are you crying if you liked it? *frowns*
Shiro: Let’s just say your Daddy Keith is crying tears of joy.
Lance: Bet he was impressed by Prince Lance’s shooting skills!
Keith: *smiles* I loved it. *sniff* I loved everything about it.
Three kids: *beams and hugs their Daddy Keith*
Keith: Can I keep it though? The storybook I mean.
Three kids: OF COURSE YOU CAN!!! *laughs*

When the kids left, Keith just sobbed into his hands while shaking.

Shiro: Keith? Are you sure you’re okay?
Keith: I’m so emo wtf. *laughs weakly thru his tears* I love them so much. *coughs* *voice gets muffled by his hands* I wanna kiss all of you but I’m sick and it sucks! *coughs*
Shiro: *laughs* Well I’m always ready to accept your sick kisses.
Keith: *punches him softly* I told you not to seduce me while I’m sick, Shirogane! *laughs* *coughs*

I'm lactose intolerant

I’m lactose intolerant
Avengers x Reader
Warnings: none
A/N: this is really stupid honestly, the ending at least lol

A new recruit.
The avengers needed a new member to join the team.
Guess who they chose?


Were you excited?
Heck yeah you were.

Were you nervous as well?
Heck yeah you were.

You were walking with Agent Coulson.

“Are you nervous Ms.(Y/n)?”

“Yeah, big time.”

“Don’t be, the team will be your family. You’ll be comfortable with them in a snap,” he smiled.

The doors to the elevator slid open.

You straightened out your dress.

You were wearing your favorite off shoulder, wine red colored dress that hugged your curves nicely. Your hair was in nice waves and you had a little bit of make up on. You wore your favorite black open toed heels that showed your matching red nail polish.

You were informed that Stark was throwing a “Welcome to our Newest Avenger!” party for you and it was starting in about an hour.

When you looked up you saw the whole team staring at you with wide eyes and their jaws hanging.

As you walk towards them, Scarlet Witch and Black Widow, the only two other women in the team, ran towards you.

“Yay! Finally, another girl in the team!"Wanda said smiling at you.

"Hello, I’m Wanda,"she smiled.

"Natasha,"Natasha said, shaking your hand,” but call me Nat.“

"Nice to meet you two, I’m (Y/n),"you said shyly.

"Don’t be shy! We’re going to be you sisters from now on,"Wanda said with squinted eyes from smiling so big.

Nat turned around and saw the men practically drooling.

Wanda walked to all of them and shut their mouths one by one, Quicksilver drooled a bit on her hand.

"UGH —Pietro!!” She yelped.

Pietro wiped his mouth,“sorry Wanda.”

His eyes was still fixed on you.

You sucked up some confidence and walked towards the men.

“Hey everyone I’m (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N).”

The men just stared and the first one to actually talk to you was Mr. Captain America himself.

“Wow— umm— hi,"he said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He cleared his throat and started speaking again, this time he looked serious, eyebrows furrowed and he said,” I’m Rogers, Steve Rogers.“

He shook your hand firmly and, still holding your hand, he leaned into your ear and said,"save me a dance later.”

And he walked away.

The next person to come up to you, gave Steve a smirk and walked up to you.

“Whatever that punk whispered to you, don’t do it.”

He grabbed your hand and said,“I’m James, but call me Bucky.”

Before letting go of your hand he sent you a little wink.

The next one quickly just walked over to you and said,“Banner.”

And then he walked away.

The next guy walked up to you,“that was Bruce. He has stuff to do in his lab.”

He shook your hand and said,“I’m the best one in the team, you probably know all about me.”

“Hawkeye right? You’re pretty cool,"you said smiling big.

"Yes, yes I am,"he turns to the rest,” I like her already.“

Mr.Stark started to walk towards you, he takes off his glasses and says,” you know who I am.“

And he turns around and starts walking, but before he takes his second step you say,” excuse me but who are you?“

The whole team started laughing and you felt pretty happy about that joke.

"We saved the best for last no?”

You turned to look at who it was and a man with bright blue eyes and bleach blonde hair, walked confidently towards you.

“Pietro right?”

“Oh you already know who I am?"he smirks,"not a surprise hm.”

He turns to the others smiling big, and winked.

“No, I just heard Wanda called your name when you drooled at her,” you pointed out.

He turns a light shade of pink.

“Well, let me introduced myself properly then,"he grabs your hand and say,” the names Pietro me Printesa.“

He kisses the back of your hand slightly and you can feel his stubble glide on the back of your hand as he lifts up his head.

You felt your cheeks heat up.

"Nice meet you.”

“Aren’t there two more to the team?"you asked, still red from Pietro.

Steve speaks up first and say,"Yes, Vision and Thor are on a mission at Asgard. Won’t be back till next week.”

“Ah okay then,"you said, putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

You still felt a bit shy and you looked down but then.

"Aw, don’t look down baby doll. We can’t see your beautiful face.”

You look up and see Jame— I mean— Bucky smiling at you.

He gave you a cute little wink as you started blushing uncontrollably again.

“Okay, to fill up this awkward silence, why don’t we sit down and get to know each other more. Okay?"Steve said.

He held your hand and led you to the couch behind them.

You sat in between the super soldiers, Steve and Bucky.

"You see this,"Steve says,"Do you know what this is made of?”

“Boyfriend material.”

You giggled a bit.

“Hey are you from Tennessee?"Bucky asks, you roll your eyes, knowing what’s coming.

"Because, you’re the only Ten I See.”

Pietro kneels down in front of you and holds your hand.

“I don’t think I’ve been healed from that battle with Ultron,"he says,"I think I might be dead.”

He looks into your (e/c) eyes with his blue ones and says, “because I’m in the presence of an angel.”

He kisses your hand again and Bucky and Steve roll their eyes.

You burst out laughing.

“Guys —stop— I’m lactose intolerant,” you manage to get out in between your laughter.

“Stop being so CHEESY.”



post-reveal adrienette hurt/comfort???

He’s awkward and he can’t stop wiping his palms on his pants, but he knows too much time has passed (and one of them has to break sooner rather than later).

After all, it’s been two weeks now.

She’s shifting uncomfortably on her feet in front of him and he can’t stand what’s happened between them, can’t stand how him being there makes her so uncomfortable.

Gosh, he feels like such a jerk for showing up at her home uninvited.

“Uh,” he says intelligibly.

Come on, man–Speak words!

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blubblub101  asked:

Hi again! I'm so sorry if I'm being annoying by making another request, I'll stop asking if you'd like (you're just so good holy smokes-). Anyways, maybe something where JD or Veronica has a nightmare, and the other has to help them?

No! You aren’t at all! I am so flattered that you like my writing! You’re the only person to request stuff so far haha, but this blog is still pretty new so I’m giving it some time. It means a lot to me that you like my writing. I enjoy writing for people! I hope you like this! I worked really hard on it!

JD darted up in bed, breathing heavily. Veronica stirred and sat up, to see her boyfriend sitting rigid next to her, staring in front of him with some sort of petrified life. “JD?” Veronica mumbled. “You okay, beautiful?” She asked. JD looked down at her when he heard the nickname. It always made him blush a tiny bit. It was something she only ever called him when they were alone together, or sharing a moment.

“Yeah… yeah I’m fine.” He forced out. Hearing her voice made it all a little better. Veronica sat up in bed and wrapped her arm around him.

“You don’t sound fine.” She pointed out. “Are you sure everything’s okay? You darted up out of bed like there was fire.” Veronica told him. JD smiled a little bit and gave his girlfriend a kiss. Veronica wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down to be on top of her. The couple laughed a little, but it was short lived when Veronica frowned. “Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” She asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” JD asked, grinning. Veronica sat up with him and took his face in her hands and looked at him carefully.

“Did you have a bad dream or something?” She asked. JD just tilted his head from side to side.

“We all have odd dreams sometimes.” He tried, grinning. Veronica just looked at him with wide eyes and leaned in a little closer.

“Please let me in.” She begged. “I want to be here to help, you always let me in, what makes this different?” She asked. JD looked at her and held her hand. “Tell me? Please?” Veronica asked, giving him big shiny eyes. JD laughed lightly.

“Oh quite looking at me like that.” He smiled and gave her another kiss. “You know I can’t resist it when you look at me like that, darling.” He reminded her. Veronica giggled a bit as JD kissed her lips and down her neck.

“I know.” She smirked. JD pulled away and looked at her for a long moment.

“It was just a bad dream, nothing more to it.” He assured. He knew she was expecting more so he kept going. “It was… weird.” JD sighed. “I was with you in the living room, and we were watching a movie. And then I looked back over and the room changed and you were gone. And then there were noises coming from outside, and I opened the door but I was back in Ohio…” JD sort of trailed off. “It wasn’t scary per say… but unsettling. It made me wake up feeling really freaked out.” He explained.

Veronica took JD’s hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I understand.” She told him. JD smiled at her and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her into a deep kiss. “Thanks for telling me, JD. You know I only wanna help you, right?” She asked. JD nodded and resumed kissing the other teenager.

“I know, I can always count on you, Ronnie.” He smirked at her and earned a little laugh from his girlfriend. “Thanks for…” JD sort of trailed off and looked away. He was having trouble putting the words together. Usually he was okay with smooth talking Ronnie, they would laugh and he would flirt. But this was more than smooth talk and proclaiming his love. You can say “I worship you” so many times. But you have to tell her why.

“JD?” Veronica tilted her head and he looked up.

“I… oh man why can’t I talk?” JD asked himself. “I just want to say thank you, darling.” JD told her. “For always being here and helping me out of any issue I get myself in.” He grinned and held the girl closer. “You’re amazing.” He told her. “I know I say it all the time, but I need to tell you again, just so you know I mean it.” He told her, and pulled her in to whisper in her ear. “I worship you.” JD told her gently.

Veronica smiled and pulled away a little bit, but only enough to dive back in for another kiss. The couple laughed and kissed each other on the bed for a while. JD played with her hair, causing Veronica to laugh and jump ontop of him. Just as their time together was starting to progress a little more, footsteps were heard coming up the steps to Veronica’s room. Veronica looked over at JD. “I think that’s my mom! Hide!” She took the blanket from her bed and threw it over JD, so he was under the blanket, hiding with his head on Veronica’s legs.

Veronica’s mother opened the door, looking very curious and a little confused as to what their noise was. “Veronica, I heard voices coming from in here.” Her mother came further into the room and Veronica shook her head.

“Nope, I’m all alone.” She assured. “Who else would be in here mom?” She asked, trying to laughed. JD rolled his eyes under the blanket.

“I live here… she’s not stupid, Ronnie.” He muttered. Veronica kneed him in the head to get him to shut-up, and then coughed to cover up his pained hiss. Her mother just continued looking tiredly around and seemed relieved.

“Oh, I just heard another voice and got worried.” She smiled. “I must be losing my mind, getting old I guess.” She told herself. “Sorry to bother you, goodnight, Ronnie.” Her mother smiled. Veronica smiled at her mother.

“Goodnight, mom. I love you.” She waved. Mrs. Sawyer smiled and went to leave the room. But before leaving she looked over her shoulder.

“Goodnight, JD.” She said in a flat tone.

JD poked his head out from under the blanket and Veronica face-palmed. He looked at her mother for a long moment before giving a goofy smile. “Goodnight Mrs. Sawyer.”


Summary: Bored of London and in need of new clothes for a movie premiere, Dan and Phil head to Manchester for an impromptu shopping trip, resulting in more than they bargained for… 

Genre: Fluff/Getting Together/ Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 3.3k

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anonymous asked:

OMG I SAW YOUR PHOTO FIC AND I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING!!! I want to see how the Miracles will react when they find out (which will probably happen sooner than later). I get the feeling that this will end with the Miracles with their own group photo in their own set of t-shirts as insisted by the Miracle Boyfriends Club lololol

Kuroko finds the shirt when he does the laundry.

He looks at the shirt for longer than he should, because Kagami walks in and finds him like that. “Kuroko, do you—ack!” Kagami moves with the instincts of a seasoned athlete and grabs the shirt out of Kuroko’s hands before Kuroko can pull back.

“Kagami-kun, you are so shameless, I had no idea,” Kuroko says passively.

“It’s not what you think! It’s not mine!”

“It belongs to someone else who is dating a Miracle, then?” Kuroko inquires, politely.

“I mean it’s,” Kagami flushes, “OK, it’s mine, but it was all Takao’s fault. He made it.”

“I see,” Kuroko says. He tries to picture Kagami in the shirt (and finds that he actually really wants to see Kagami in the shirt), “That color would not go well with your hair at all.”

“I know, shut up.” Kagami scrunches up the shirt into a ball and refuses to meet his gaze. “I wanted a black one.”

Which, Kuroko notes, is not the same thing as not wanting to wear the shirt at all. A flush of warmth spreads through his body, and Kuroko is pretty sure he can convince Kagami to wear the shirt for him after all.


Kise finds the shirt on accident, when he’s rifling through Kasamatsu’s dresser. (He’s run out of clothes, and he really hates doing laundry and loves wearing Kasamatsu’s clothes, so really, it only makes sense to combine these two things by picking through Kasamatsu’s shirts).

It’s in the very back of the bottom drawer, shoved into the corner, and when Kise finds it he makes an inhaling, gasping, squealing noise that must sound very alarming because Kasamatsu comes storming in, “Oi, Kise, what’s wrong—oh, crap.”

Senpai,” Kise breathes, “Please put this on, please, please.”

“Not even in your wildest fantasy,” Kasamatsu says.

“This is definitely going in my fantasies,” Kise agrees. “Please, wear it just once, I will do anything, anything, if you put this on. Any demeaning, most depraved thing you might want, I will do it.”

And to Kise’s surprise, Kasamatsu actually pauses and thinks it over. Kise thinks he might actually die from a combination of happiness and lack of oxygen.

Kasamatsu snatches the shirt from Kise’s hands while he’s distracted.

“Senpai,” Kise pouts.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Kasamatsu says. “The next time I need you to do something.”

“Wha—what’d you say?”

But Kasamatsu has already left, his ears faintly red.


Takao plans very strategically for the reveal. He waits for a time when his mom and sister will be out of the house (they’re at MM Land, with Dr. Kishitani and Naoko, making it absolutely perfect because there’s no chance Midorima’s family will be around either) and then he invites Midorima over for dinner.

Takao has a game he likes to play, it’s called, “Make Shin-chan Blush Increasingly Deeper Shades of Red at Every Opportunity.” The redder Midorima gets, the more points Takao awards himself in this game. He’s winning, so far.

This night, starts with him opening the door wearing an apron. “Shin-chan, you made it!”

“What are you wearing?” Midorima sputters, already faintly red.

Takao grins, “Do you want dinner, a bath, or me?”

Midorima turns around to leave.

“Wait, wait! Come back, I was only kidding,” Takao says, pulling Midorima into the house. “Come on, I actually made dinner!”

“Fool,” Midorima says, redder than before.

Now that he’s in the house, with the door safely closed behind him, Takao goes in for the kill and takes off the apron.

“What—what is that?”

“This old thing?” Takao says, gesturing to his green shirt. “Do you like it? I made it myself.”

“Take that off right now,” Midorima says.

“Ooh, Shin-chan, so bold,” Takao grins, moving to take off his shirt.

That’s not what I meant.”

This is new levels of red on Midorima, and Takao counts this night as a huge success.


Himuro always wears his shirt. Pretty much whenever they’re not required to be in uniform. Murasakibara doesn’t even really bat an eye.

“Dude, I am not going out with you when you’re wearing that shirt,” Fukui says.

“Hm?” Himuro says.

“God, you two are so embarrassing. I am not going to the movies when you’re wearing a matching shirt to your matching boyfriend. Especially since you guys can’t keep your hands off each other.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Himuro says innocently.

“You’re sitting in his lap right now,” Fukui whines.

“Well, we’re not out yet,” Himuro says.

“We’ve been out with you before, it doesn’t stop you,” Liu says. “Change your shirt, Himuro.”

“But I look good in purple, don’t you think?”

“Murochin does look good in purple,” Murasakibara agrees.


“We’re leaving you here,” Fukui says.


Furihata loves his shirt, but he doesn’t know when he can wear it. He is not brave enough to wear it in public, and he would get no end of grief from Kyo if he wore it around the house.

But because he wants to wear the shirt, even when he isn’t necessarily brave enough to show it off to public, he decides to wear it as an undershirt when he’s out to see Akashi. That way, he has the satisfaction of wearing it without anyone else knowing, which does provide a fair amount of satisfaction.

“Furihata,” Akashi says, in the croon of his that’s a mixture of a purr and a command and also makes Furihata shiver with all kinds of thoughts about the kind of situation they’d be in where Akashi could use that voice. “Are you wearing what I think you’re wearing?”

“Wh-what?” Furihata laughs nervously. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve heard about the shirts from Murasakibara, Kise and a very reluctant Midorima. Is that yours?”

Furihata knows he’s blushing. He forgets sometimes that the Miracles do talk to one another. “…Maybe.”

“Please, let me see it?”

Oh god, Furihata really needs to develop some sort of immunity to Akashi when he sounds like that, because it is not good for his health. Akashi asking for anything is a particular weakness of his. Furihata peels off his top shirt, and is pretty sure he must be matching the red shirt that everyone can now see.

“How lovely,” Akashi says, sounding incredibly smug. “That’s a good color for you, Furi.”


“You mean you all have one?” Momoi exclaims. “That’s no fair, I want one! A pink one!”

“You’re a Miracle,” Takao points out. “You’re not qualified to be in our club.”

“I want one for Dai-chan!” Momoi insists.

“I’m not wearing a pink shirt,” Aomine says.

She sniffs. “Then I’ll see if Ryou-kun wants one.”

“No, you won’t!”

“Hmm, good point, Aomine is, technically, a Miracle Boyfriend,” Takao says, gleefully.

“I’m not joining your stupid club,” Aomine says.

“We don’t want you in our club, so you can’t join,” Kagami says.

“Shut up, Kagami, don’t tell me what to do!”

“Aomine-kun would not look good in pink,” Kuroko says innocently.

“Fuck you, Tetsu, I would look awesome in pink.”

“Done and done, then,” Takao says. “I’ll make you one by the next meeting.”

A/N: Thanks, anon-friend! I’ve been wanting to write this story. Special thanks to @shortwhiteafrican whose comment on Archive about the Miracles reactions was so spot on I had to write it (that was you, right, friend? Sorry if it’s not.) Anyway, I am starting the new year with some Designation: Miracle, so thanks, friends!!

Captain's Log (Steve Rogers/Captain America Imagine)

I’ve never done a Steve Rogers/ Captain America imagine before so this is going to be new and fun. 

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

After moving into the Stark Tower, you’ve gotten extremely comfortable with the rest of the team. Especially with the gentlemen of the 1940s, more so Steve. There was something about their vintage essence that just made you feel right at home, maybe it was because you loved the style and the way everyone spoke back then. But nevertheless, you felt as if you were meant to be friends with the two.

In less than a month, you’ve actually gotten so close to Steve that he’ll let you borrow his shirts to wear as you slept. You found his loose fitted shirts and a pair of pajama shorts a pure bliss to sleep in. Not to mention his clothes smelled like him. Let’s face it, you were head over heals for the super soldier. 

He was out and about the city, as he normally did when he wasn’t on a mission, and you waltzed int his room to steal more of his clothes. He really didn’t mind you taking his clothing; it became like a routine for you both. He’d rummage through his drawers to find a certain shirt and when he finds it’s missing, he searches for another shirt as he knows that you must’ve taken it.

You found a shirt that was decorated in stars and stripes and laughed. “Of course, you’d have this shirt, Cap.” You thought aloud before putting the shirt back an looking for another. While searching, you stumbled upon a hard, book-like structure. You reeled the object out of the drawer and found a moleskin journal in your hands. “What’s this?” You questioned.

You knew it was an invasion of privacy, but Steve and you shared secrets all the time. And it’s not like he would find out that you read it. You made a promise to yourself that if the journal held very personal things that you knew he wouldn’t want anyone to know that you would immediately shove the book back into the drawer.

You peeked inside the journal and smiled at the sloppy but yet legible handwriting that had to belong to Steve. It read Captain’s Log then a date that you couldn’t recognize since the ink had been smudged. I’m joining the army. Oh, Bucky is certainly going to end me once he finds out. He’ll probably tell me how I’m stupid and stubborn and how I should learn to walk away from a fight. But I had to. I’m probably the shortest guy here and most certainly the smallest. That doesn’t matter. I’ll prove to everyone here that I’ll be the best soldier. 

You smiled as you can feel his charisma in his words. The next page told about how a fake grenade was thrown in the group of soldiers as they trained and only Steve was brave enough to cover the explosive with his body. They had chosen him for a special experiment that would make him, not into just any regular soldier but it turned him into a super soldier. He also wrote about his time performing as the Star Spangled Man. He wrote about the time that he rescued Bucky and the relief that took over him after realizing his best friend was alive. He certainly proved that he would be the best solider as he fought battles with that shield of his. And then the journal took a ultimate time jump. It started back up in the 21st Century and he wrote about his adventures with the Avengers. 

There was a cough that shook you from your concentration on the journal. You looked up and saw none other than Steve Rogers. “Hey.” You whispered out, awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I saw it and I couldn’t help myself.” 

He gave you a soft smile. “I’m a grade A loser, don’t you think? Writing about my journey like a teenage girl writing about her school day.” He blushed a little as you shook your head, your brows furrowing.

“How could you think like that about yourself?” You asked, putting the book down and going up to your friend. “These entries, or should I say, Captain’s Logs,” you winked at your friend, “are amazing. The museums can document the war and how it was fought but this journal explains how it feels to have fought in that war. Your writing is amazing and a teenage girl’s diary can’t compare.” You didn’t realize with each word you said that you and Steve had gotten closer and closer to one another. 

He smiled down at you and before you know it you were kissing Steve Rogers. You gasped into the kiss before melting into the chemistry and the fireworks between the two of you. You pulled away first and smiled at him. It was silent for a few seconds. His hands were still on your cheeks. the both of you blushing like crazy. “Hey, have you seen (Y/N)-woah am I interrupting something?” Wanda burst through the doors as Steve immediately let you go. 

“No…” You trailed off, rushing over to your friend. Steve heard Wanda’s squeaks of excitement as she awaited the details that never came. 

The next morning as Steve was off on his morning job with Bucky and Sam, you went to his bedroom to sneak a peak of his journal, which you wanted to read more of. You noticed that there was a page that was freshly written. 

Captain’s Log: 7/14/2016

I’ve done it. Bucky has been pushing me to follow my heart and go after (Y/N) and I’ve finally done it. I’m not entirely sure if the feelings were mutual but the blush on her cheeks and the fireworks in the kiss definitely said otherwise. It was amazing. She was amazing. Now I really feel like a teenage girl writing about her crush, but I can’t help it. I think I’m really in love with this woman. And I know this journal has been mainly full of adventures I’ve been on, but I feel as if the possible blossoming romance between us is a whole new journey that I’m too excited to be on.

You smiled as you read Steve gushing about you. And certainly the feelings were reciprocated. You heard a small chuckle and you looked up, startled. “Couldn’t help yourself, now could you, doll?” Steve grinned. 

pilgrimshxnds  asked:

I want to hear about the time you did Chicago for kids like how and also how mad were their parents because cell block tango exists and I'm laughing so hard

OKAY so I’ve gotten a lot of requests to tell this story (makesbadjokes, @flutecocktail, storybook-souls, to name a few) and I’m about halfway down a bottle of cab sav so there ain’t no time like the present. 

Let me kick this off by saying that we didn’t plan to do Chicago for kids. We planned to do a perfectly wholesome kids’ Christmas show, but pretty much nothing in live theatre goes according to plan, and smash bang two hours later we’d had enough scandalous mishaps to require at least PG-13 rating.

Right, so this was the same company I did Peter Pan with, except this time instead of being in the old-ass ghetto-as-fuck falling-to-bits excuse for a theatre, we were in like one of the bigger theatres in our metropolitan area, so we’re talking a house of about 800-1000 people. Now, for those of you who were born before the fucking forties, there’s this godawful kids’ show called Babes in Toyland, which is basically a bunch of nursery rhyme characters fighting an evil genius in order to save Christmas or some shit–to be honest I’ve blocked a lot of it out and this was also like nine years ago and I’m tipsy so cut me some slack, bitches, Jesus. 

Sorry, that one got away from me. So anyway in this particular production I’m playing Little Bo Peep and like that alone was humiliating enough but the truly shitty part of playing the world’s fucking worst shepherd (like, bitch you lost your sheep? You had ONE JOB) was the fucking dress I had to wear. I’m pretty sure it was a shower curtain in a former life, but it was made of like weird yellow rayon and lace and it was basically a fucking MASSIVE parachute skirt and this obscenely tight bodice stitched together at the waist. And when I say obscenely tight, I do mean obscenely–the rest of the cast started calling me Little Ho Peep after our first costume parade. I never lived that down but I digress; not important.

Anyway, so me and all the other fairy tale characters–I swear, this shit is like a less clever version of fucking Shrek–are traipsing through the dark forest and we get sleepy and decide to just like lie down on the fucking ground and have a nap, because that’s definitely not going to end badly. So I go to sit down and this goddamn dress balloons out around me until I’m basically taking up like a ten foot diameter of the fucking stage, but I don’t really have time to like collect my skirts before all the other kids lie down around me, and the kid playing Jack-be-Nimble (you guys don’t understand, this show is so fucking stupid) just drops like a rock on top of my skirt and I’m like, okay, whatever, he’ll get off at the top of the next scene and it’ll be fine. 

I’m not sure I have ever been so wrong in all my life. 

The lights go down, and while another short vignette happens on the apron (that’s the small space between the grand drape and the lip of the stage, congratulations you just got yourself a fucking theatre lesson you did not ask for) we’re all just quietly waiting in the dark for the next scene, where we all get attacked by giant spiders like it’s the fucking Hobbit, and we all have to leap up from the floor and start screaming. You can probably guess what happened.

FLARE, lights up, and l fucking launch myself off the floor. But Jack doesn’t. So I jump up and all his weight is still on my skirt and the whole fucking thing rips the the fuck off. Like, there was this horrible tearing duct tape noise and all of a sudden I’m standing there in the middle of the stage in my underwear and stockings and garters and half my dress is still on the fucking floor and 800+ little kids on field trips are all gasping and goggling at me and I’m just like, Oh holy mother of God. For about half a second it’s dead fucking silence and everyone onstage is staring at me and then Jack fucking scrambles up from the floor grabs my skirt and just like throws it around my waist and holds it there because he doesn’t know what else to fucking do, and I’m as red as the surface of Mars because I’m fourteen and I’m fucking mortified.

So after that the spider attack is like considerably less exciting and like some kids are laughing and some are crying and I’m muttering shit like Jesus H. Christ on a unicycle Jack I’m going to suffocate you in your sleep with what’s left of my skirt and finally the scene is over and Jack and I bolt the fuck offstage and I sit on my mostly bare ass on the locking rail while Jack is running around me in circles going holy shit holy shit holy shit I sat on your dress I’m so sorry and I’m like NO FUCKING SHIT DID YOU THINK I HADN’T NOTICED YOU LEAD-ARSED FUCKING BARNACLE.

That was Act I. 

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Matt the Radar Technician x Reader

Originally posted by nbcsnl

You sat with your friend Lieutenant Zack in the cafeteria to talk with him about Stormtrooper Tim. You heard that he had an incident but you didn‘t know what happened and he wanted to tell you today.
„So, there was this new strange Radar Technician named Matt, which I‘ve never seen before and he just sat down at our table without asking but he wasn‘t
really a-“
You interrupted Zack.
„Blonde hair ? Big glasses ? Handsome and pretty but also weird looking ?“
„I wouldn‘t say he‘s handsome but… yeah that‘s a good description, do you know him already ?“
„No but he just entered the cafeteria and he‘s coming our way.“
Zack tensed up and hoped ‘Matt‘ would pass his table to sit with other people but no, he took place next to Zack.
„Ahh… hey Matt…“ , Zack greeted him really nervous.
Matt glanced for a short moment over to you and then back to Zack.
„Hello. Where‘s Tim ?“
„Phasma told him to take a few days off after the incident yesterday.“
„Oh. I hope he feels better soon. So… you‘re friends with Lieutenant Y/N ?“
You were surprised that Matt knew your forename. You never met him before and you were pretty sure that Tim and Zack didn‘t tell him anything about you.
„You know my name ?“
Matt looked at you quite nervous, he noticed the mistake he made.
„Uh… I‘m good with the Commander, he said you‘re his favorite Lieutenant, that‘s why I know your name.“
Your face flushed red. You liked Commander Ren and being his favorite Lieutenant was a big compliment.
„Oh my stars Y/N, you‘re Ren‘s favorite Lieutenant, you‘re good with Hux, Phasma loves you, I wish I‘d be as popular.“
„Y/N is good with Hux ? How good, what you mean with good ?“
Zack crossed his arms.
„You know, so good that she‘s able to help us Lieutenants and Officers when we‘re in trouble with him or Phasma.“
„Zack don‘t tell this everyone !“
„But it‘s true !“
„Yeah but Hux will know someday if you and others tell everyone !“
Matt seemed not very happy about your relationship to Hux.
„Hux is a jerk but whatever, what do you think about the Commander ? You‘re close to him? Like him ?“
„Uhm. It‘s complicated… I know most people are afraid of him but I‘m not. He‘s very nice to me and I appreciate that a lot ! Also-“
„Y/N has a crush on him.“
You gasped and gave Zack a slap on his arm for this comment.
„You shush ! That‘s too much, I don‘t even know what he looks like.“
Matt‘s face flushed red.
„A-a friend of mine saw Kylo Ren in the shower, he said that his face looked like it could belong to an angel and that Kylo Ren has an eight pack !!”
Zack looked teasing at Matt, well knowing who he really is.
„Hah, your friend ? If people say ‘my friend‘ they‘re talking about themselves most of the time.“
„Zack, don‘t tease him. What‘s the name of your friend ?“
Matt looked down at the table.
„Uhm. It‘s… Dopheld… Mitaka.“
You snorted, it was more realistic that the Resistance would surrender to the First Order the next two hours than Mitaka and Matt being friends.
„You don‘t have to tell me if you don‘t want to but please don‘t lie. Also, no matter what the Commander looks like he won‘t date some random Lieutenant, he‘s a force user and the Commander of the First Order, he can date whoever he wants and he deserves someone better than me.“
Matt furrowed his eyebrows.
„Y/N, what are you talking about ? Don‘t say you‘re not good enough for a force user, you‘re so smart and pretty and even if I could choose every girl in the galaxy I‘d want you to be my girlfriend !
You and Zack looked both at him with wide eyes.
„Matt, could it be that… y-you‘re uh…“
„Fuck… I‘m so stupid…“
Matt stood up and tried to avoid your gaze.
„Follow me, immediately !“
You glanced for a last time at Zack before you followed Matt. He went with you in a unused storage room and took off the wig and the glasses.
„You‘re not going to tell this ANYONE. You know exactly who I am now, right ?“
„You‘re Kylo. I-I mean the Commander !“
Your didn‘t want to look at Kylo, not after everything you said about him, not after everything he said about you.
„Right. I disguised myself as Matt to check what my employees do. Also to take a few days off but you‘ll ignore this fact ! So about the things you said… you‘re crushing on me ? As in you love me ?“
Your cheeks flushed red and you stared at the floor.
„Maybe… and I‘m your favorite Lieutenant ?…“
Kylo came a bit closer to you.
„Not only my favorite Lieutenant, also my crush.“
You couldn‘t believe what he said. The Commander, Kyo Ren himself told you that you‘re his crush.
He lifted your chin with his hand and made you look at him.
„And now after you know how I look like, would you like to… you know… what do you think ? About me ? About the whole situation ?“
„I‘m a bit overwhelmed by everything to be honest but I really like you, I‘d like to be with you. Also I didn‘t expect you to be that good looking.“
You looked away and tried to laugh your nervousness off but it didn‘t help much.
Kylo pulled you into a hug and gave you a kiss on your forehead before he nuzzled his face in your neck.
„Y/N, I never thought that a wonderful person like you would like me.“
„I never thought you would like me ! You were nice to me but still always so distant.“
„I‘m sorry, that‘s just how I am. But another thing, you‘re sure that you want to be my girlfriend ?“
„Of course, I‘m pretty sure !“
„I‘m glad. Now I don‘t regret to wear this stupid costume.“
„But Kylo, I have one question.“
„What is it my dear ?“
„You‘re the reason why Tim ended up in the med bay, right ?“
Kylo let go of you and put on his wig again.
“Radar Technician business is calling, please meet me after your shift in my quarters !”
“Apologize to him !”
“See you Y/N !”

Baekhyun x Jealousy

Baekhyun/you, rated M, nsfw

“I was just wondering if I could request a jealous Baekhyun smut?”

Since I’ve already had it written, yes, you can, anony!

If you’re under 18…cover your eyes!

Jealousy was cruel and unforgiving, and it hurt like a bitch. You knew that. You were aware of it and you had experienced exactly these feelings, the greed and anger and the pain in your heart more than just once, and you still were every time Baekhyun had some sort of intimate interaction with other beautiful idols, and it was even more hyped by the public. And you knew just as well that it wasn’t something anyone could just turn off or ignore, even if they were trying to think rationally. When you were jealous, you were also selfish, and so was Baekhyun.

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