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I still don't know if he ever got his coffee.

I’m not 100% sure this even belongs here and I’ve posted this story elsewhere so some of you might have read it already.

Some background: I work in a rather specialized area of Forensics. Officially I’m employed by Police Scotland but they tend to let other law enforcement agencies, universities, etc borrow us from time to time. A lot of the time it’s for consulting work or guest lecturing but sometimes we’re sent to teach training courses.

About 18 months ago I was asked to lecture at a training course for some of the CID higher-ups in an English Police force. It was the first time I’d done anything like it and I was crapping myself.

I met with the conveners and other officials for dinner the night before my first day, and after dinner and drinks, I was dropped back at my hotel.

So to set the scene; it’s about 10pm, I’m all dressed up in my evening wear and I’m sitting at the bar in the hotel lounge. The place is dead, it’s just me and the barman so I’ve taken off my heels and am unraveling my hair having just ordered a hot chocolate. The barman asks if I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. Yes, of course I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. No I don’t mind waiting while you run to the kitchen.

So I’m sit there trying to trick my phone into connecting to the hotels WiFi when Angry Man walks in.

He stomped into the room and slammed his fist down on the bar about 3 ft from me and barked out one word:

“COFFEE”

I didn’t know it but apparently that attempt at communication was aimed at me; a fact I learned a moment later when Angry Man moved right up next to me, bent over me so his face was practically in mine and barked out again;

“COFFEE”.

In an attempt to get away from the screaming coffee man I slipped off the bar stool, putting it between the two of us. Extremely confused and more than a little terrified, it didn’t immediately occur to me that he thought I worked there, hell it wasn’t even registering that he wanted a coffee. He was just repeating it the same way a toddler does when they learn a new word but don’t entirely know what it means.

I’m going to blame the confusion, fear and tiredness for my completely moronic response, which was to parrot the word back at him.

Me: “Coffee?”

Angry Man: “COFFEE”

Then he slammed his fist down on the bar again. This time I noticed that he was actually throwing down money.

My brain suddenly came back online.

Me: “Oh. Eh, the barman should be back in a sec. H-”

Angry Man: “Get me a coffee. Now.”

Ooooh four new words. Progress.

Me: “I’m sorry, mate, I don’t work here.”

Angry man (shouting now) “You fucking lazy liar!! Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

Yes, actually, but I’ll be keeping that to myself.

Angry Man: “Get off your fucking phone and get me a shitting coffee”

Me: “I really don’t-”

Cue rant about me being the only person in the lounge so of course I must work there and I was just being lazy and did I take him for an idiot. All while I’m slowly backing away from the bar so he can’t pin me between it and the bar stools. Then he throws in this:

Angry Man: “Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea how important I am?”

I never got to find out how important this guy thought he was. Instead Angry Man’s Friend came wandering in.

He took one look at me; pretty much cornered by Angry Man who is now screaming about how he’ll make sure I never work again while I’m trying to calmly tell him to back off and he tries to intervene.

He took Angry Man by the shoulders and moved him back away from me while asking him what was going on.

Angry Man: “This stupid little whore is refusing to serve me”

Me: “I really don’t work here”

Angry Man’s Friend: “She doesn’t work here. Let’s just all try to calm down”

There was a few moments of Angry Man’s Friend trying to calm Angry Man while he ranted about getting me fired until two barman arrived, one of them with my hot chocolate. The presence of the three men distracted Angry Man enough for me to grab my shoes and escape with my chocolatey goodness.

As I left I could hear him demanding to speak to a manager.

The next day, after being introduced to a lecture theater full of high ranking CID Officers, I stood and walked to the podium only to be greeted by one guy in the audience laughing hysterically.

I just sort of froze trying to figure out the joke. Did I have food on my face? Was my shirt on inside out?

A quick check confirmed that, no. I’d managed to adult that morning.

A few other people began to chuckle as this guy struggled to get a hold of himself. As he regained control he pointed to his left.

Where a very red looking Angry Man was sitting.

I think it was the sheer relief that he wasn’t actually laughing at me that caused me to open my mouth and say to Angry Man;

“Oh did you get your coffee in the end?”

He walked out and I didn’t see him for the rest of the course.

Nine Months - Harry Styles Imagine

No piece of mine has never had as much interest surrounding it as this one has, so thank you for expressing your excitement to me. I hope you’ll find it was worth the wait. (Protip: if you’re reading on mobile, ditch the app and read on Safari or Chrome instead, as the app is prone to close on longer pieces of text).

This one is dedicated to @permanentcross, simply because she’s the best. E has listened to me ramble on and on about this story for longer than anyone should have to. She’s the inspiration behind many things beneath the cut, all of which I will leave up to your own interpretation. 

Without further adieu, I present you with Nine Months…

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House Rules (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: Frustration over recent political changes sets you off, and your loving husband helps you see the error of your ways.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,492

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, husband/wife relationship, teasing, punishment, edging, ass play, dirty talk, political themes

A/N: I could probably add more warnings. Rest assured, this is not vanilla. Enjoy!

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i like you (this is a problem)

“Here’s the thing-” Lily said, marching into the pub and pulling out a stool.


“We’re closed.” James interrupted without looking up from wiping down the bar.

“I want a dog.” Lily barrelled on without hearing him. “But my landlord doesn’t allow pets so I was wondering-“

“I’m not getting a fucking dog for you.” James said firmly.

Lily blinked at him. “I was going to ask if you thought it was morally wrong to raise it in my air-vent.” There was a silence. James was caught between hoping she wasn’t serious and knowing that she was. “Your idea seems better.” Lily admitted.

“Really. Talk me through that, is it because there is no animal abuse involved?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of then you’d have to clean up the poo, but the no animal abuse is also good.”


“Y’know” Sirius was lying on top of the bar, waving around a beer and staring at the ceiling. Nobody looked up. “I always thought once we owned a bar we would spend a solid 60% percent of our time drunk, and that hasn’t happened.” 

Remus, still wiping down tables, said “I shudder to think what you’d be like on your own.”

“Since we bought the bar we spend more time drunk than we used to?” Peter consoled, baffled.

Sirius sat up. “I would say we spent about 15% percent of our time drunk before the bar, and after the bar we spend about 25%. That is an increase of only ten percent.”

“Where are you pulling these numbers from?” Lily asked while holding the ladder for James, who was avoiding the dishwasher by pretending to fix the squeaky window.

“On top of being an excellent barman I double as a statistician.”

“You are neither of those things.” Remus said. Sirius glared.

“Fuck you Moony. At school you were always saying I didn’t do enough math, and here I am, doing math, and you’re abusing me.”

Remus threw a dishtowel at him and gestured to the kitchen. “Go unstack the dishwasher.”

“Fantastic.” Sirius said, throwing his hands in the air. “This is what I get for my brief foray into math. Insulted and unloading dishes.” He jumped off the bar and mockingly gave Remus’ back the finger. James laughed.


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I still don't know if he ever got his coffee

I’m not 100% sure this even belongs here and I’ve posted this story elsewhere so some of you might have read it already.

Some background: I work in a rather specialised area of Forensics. Officially I’m employed by Police Scotland but they tend to let other law enforcement agencies, universities, etc borrow us from time to time. A lot of the time it’s for consulting work or guest lecturing but sometimes we’re sent to teach training courses.

About 18 months ago I was asked to lecture at a training course for some of the CID higher-ups in an English Police force. It was the first time I’d done anything like it and I was crapping myself.

I met with the conveners and other officials for dinner the night before my first day, and after dinner and drinks, I was dropped back at my hotel.

So to set the scene; it’s about 10pm, I’m all dressed up in my evening wear and I’m sitting at the bar in the hotel lounge. The place is dead, it’s just me and the barman so I’ve taken off my heels and am unraveling my hair having just ordered a hot chocolate. The barman asks if I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. Yes, of course I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. No I don’t mind waiting while you run to the kitchen.

So I’m sit there trying to trick my phone into connecting to the hotels WiFi when Angry Man walks in.

He stomped into the room and slammed his fist down on the bar about 3 ft from me and barked out one word:

“COFFEE”

I didn’t know it but apparently that attempt at communication was aimed at me; a fact I learned a moment later when Angry Man moved right up next to me, bent over me so his face was practically in mine and barked out again;

“COFFEE”.

In an attempt to get away from the screaming coffee man I slipped off the bar stool, putting it between the two of us. Extremely confused and more than a little terrified, it didn’t immediately occur to me that he thought I worked there, hell it wasn’t even registering that he wanted a coffee. He was just repeating it the same way a toddler does when they learn a new word but don’t entirely know what it means.

I’m going to blame the confusion, fear and tiredness for my completely moronic response, which was to parrot the word back at him.

Me: “Coffee?”

Angry Man: “COFFEE”

Then he slammed his fist down on the bar again. This time I noticed that he was actually throwing down money.

My brain suddenly came back online.

Me: “Oh. Eh, the barman should be back in a sec. H-”

Angry Man: “Get me a coffee. Now.”

Ooooh four new words. Progress.

Me: “I’m sorry, mate, I don’t work here.”

Angry man (shouting now) “You fucking lazy liar!! Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

Yes, actually, but I’ll be keeping that to myself.

Angry Man: “Get off your fucking phone and get me a shitting coffee”

Me: “I really don’t-”

Cue rant about me being the only person in the lounge so of course I must work there and I was just being lazy and did I take him for an idiot. All while I’m slowly backing away from the bar so he can’t pin me between it and the bar stools. Then he throws in this:

Angry Man: “Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea how important I am?”

I never got to find out how important this guy thought he was. Instead Angry Man’s Friend came wandering in.

He took one look at me; pretty much cornered by Angry Man who is now screaming about how he’ll make sure I never work again while I’m trying to calmly tell him to back off and he tries to intervene.

He took Angry Man by the shoulders and moved him back away from me while asking him what was going on.

Angry Man: “This stupid little whore is refusing to serve me”

Me: “I really don’t work here”

Angry Man’s Friend: “She doesn’t work here. Let’s just all try to calm down”

There was a few moments of Angry Man’s Friend trying to calm Angry Man while he ranted about getting me fired until two barman arrived, one of them with my hot chocolate. The presence of the three men distracted Angry Man enough for me to grab my shoes and escape with my chocolatey goodness.

As I left I could hear him demanding to speak to a manager.

The next day, after being introduced to a lecture theatre full of high ranking CID Officers, I stood and walked to the podium only to be greeted by one guy in the audience laughing hysterically.

I just sort of froze trying to figure out the joke. Did I have food on my face? Was my shirt on inside out?

A quick check confirmed that, no. I’d managed to adult that morning.

A few other people began to chuckle as this guy struggled to get a hold of himself. As he regained control he pointed to his left.

Where a very red looking Angry Man was sitting.

I think it was the sheer relief that he wasn’t actually laughing at me that caused me to open my mouth and say to Angry Man;

“Oh did you get your coffee in the end?”

He walked out and I didn’t see him for the rest of the course.

Blunt // Cole Sprouse

Can your write one like the only you just did were the reader is younger but this time she is dating Cole and it’s a secret for a while because he is older and everyone already wants him to be with Lili

Warnings: A freaking intense and scary Uno game, Dick related joke(s)?

Word Count: 1281

Characters: Cole Sprouse, KJ Apa, Trevor Stines, Casey Cott, Madelaine Petsch, Lili Reinhart, Camila Mendes, Ross Butler

A/N: I have used the name ‘Kairi’ (if you can guess where this is from, I will give you so much love) as the character you’re playing. It just makes a little more sense to me instead of having to write ‘y/n’ as your character. Because you are you, and your character is Kairi. xoxo

—- —-

“Uno!” You shouted, grinning as you placed down the draw four card you had been waiting to unleash on Cole, a grin across your lips. “Come on, boy. Pick the cards up!” You laughed, looking down at the last card you had left. “Oh, and I change the colour to… blue!”

Cole picked up his four cards, but you were too busy celebrating in your head to notice the smirk on his lips. “Draw four,” Cole muttered slyly, placing down the card, looking at you with a sinister look.

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes widened. “Are you serious!?” You exclaimed, slamming down the card and huffing, crossing your arms. You were a sore loser, to say the least. “So you’re allowed to put a draw four down, but I’m not?” Cole laughed, running his hands through his hair and taking a deep breath. “I think we need a break from this game. We’ve been playing for over two hours.”

You stood up, brushing off your pants and stretched, hearing the popping sounds coming from your back. You took a deep breath and looked outside of your trailer, seeing the sun was starting to set. “We’re still doing the Jughead and Kairi scene tonight, aren’t we?” You asked the raven haired boy, grabbing your coat before you followed him outside, walking besides him.

“Yeah. We have to meet the producers at around 11pm. Just so it’s dark enough.” Cole nodded, smiling down at you before making his way to where all the others were sitting.

Truth is, you and Cole had been dating for about 5 months now, but you both kept your feelings hidden away in public and left it all for behind doors. Both of your family knew, and were a bit hesitant at first, since you were 19 (turning 20) and Cole was 24. Your families eventually got used to it, and you got on along so well with Dylan. It was everything he wanted in a relationship.

But there was a flaw. And that was Lili.

Now, she wasn’t a flaw herself. You found her absolutely breathtaking. She was gorgeous. But everyone wanted her to be with Cole, and that’s why you both decided to keep the relationship under wraps.

You shoved your hands in your pockets, smiling as you sat down next to Madelaine and Casey, smiling as she slid her plate across to you, the sweet potato fries already making you drool. “Are (Y/N) and I the only ones that have a late night scene to shoot?” Cole asked, looking around the table. He looked at you, gave you a small smile and turned his attention to Ross.

“I’m sure Lili will wait up for you, Cole.” He laughed, making Lili blush. You ran your fingers through your hair, taking a deep breath and continued to share the plate of fries with Madelaine. You looked at Cole, who was giving a fake laugh.

—- —-

“I’ll be back, guys.” You stood up, announcing that you wanted to take a walk and revise some lines by yourself before your scene. “Need some company?” Cole asked, raising an eyebrow. “We are shooting this scene together, if you need some help or anything.” You shook your head, smiling softly before grabbing your phone from the table and walking off towards the entrance of the lot.

“Need anyone to go with you, Hon?” The night shift guard asked you, but you shook your head, smiling. “I’ll be fine, thanks Linda.” You continued your walk out of the set and took a deep breath, hands in pockets once again.

Your thoughts were startled by your phone ringing. You looked at the caller I.D and saw ‘Sprouse #1’ with the many emoji’s next to his name. You answered the phone, holding it to your ear. “What’s up?” You asked, the main street lit up by the night life of the town.

“Where are you? We have three hours to be on set. You need to get ready.” Cole didn’t even bother saying hello. You took a deep breath, looking over your shoulder. The lot wasn’t even that far away. You had been out for about 15 minutes.

“I’ll be back in another 15 or 20 minutes, Cole. I’m fine. I just need some space.” You sighed, biting your lip and turning around. You walked into a corner store, still on the phone to your co-star and boyfriend. “No, you’ll be back now, please. Just so I know you’re safe.” Cole had whispered the last part, and you could almost picture him looking around, making sure no one was listening.

“I’m just getting a smoothie, Cole. Give me a few minutes.” You sighed, ordering the smoothie and paying for it. You took a seat, phone still to your ear. “Now. There is something on your mind. What’s the matter?” You questioned, biting your lip.

“I want to tell them, (Y/N). I don’t want them to keep trying to make me date Lili. I love her to bits. But I’m going to pull an Archie Andrews here and say I don’t love her like that. She’s a friend and that’s what I want it to stay as.” He sighed, and you could hear his trailer door shut behind him. “I just love you so much and I don’t see why a five age gap is a big deal. I just want to tell them.”

You took a deep breath, getting up and thanking the person at the counter as they called you over for your smoothie. You walked out of the store, taking a sip. “Well, I’m on my way back now. So if you want to meet me at the front and we can do it together, I’ll be happy to.” You complied with him, a smile on your lips. Now you can finally post about him without having to use the ‘best friend’ hashtag.

—- —-

“Fancy seeing you here.” You grinned, seeing Cole in all his beauty. He smiled, turning around to walk besides you. The both of you walked slowly, a silence overcoming the both of you. “How do we do this?” You asked, looking at him. He looked at you, a small smile on his lips. “You’ll find out.”

You had been sitting back at the table for about 25 minutes now. You were due in hair and make-up in another 10, and Cole still hadn’t said anything about the two of you.

“Hey, hey guys. What do you call a 3.14 metre snake?” KJ spoke up, making you furrow your eyebrows at the stupid sounding joke. “It’s a pithon. Get it. Pi. No? Yes?” You had bursted out laughing at the simple, but so stupid maths related joke. “See! At least someone enjoyed my joke!”

“I’m sure Lili enjoys Cole’s snake,” Trevor had spoken up, making you look at him.

“I’m dating (Y/N).” Cole had said it so bluntly that it had almost slipped past. You looked at him, eyes widened at how quickly he had said it. He looked at you, shrugging before going back to his fries. Madelaine and Camila had looked at you, jaws dropped and eyes wide.

“What can I say, I’m into blunt guys.” You shrugged, a laugh coming from your lips as you stood up, leaving to get ready for your next scene.

Cole had gotten up, following you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, making the rest of the cast chatter about the both of you.

“That was very blunt,” you commented, looking up at the brunette.

“I honestly had not planned that.” Cole opened the trailer door for you, a smile on his lips.

“I could tell.”

Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)


Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.



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Secrets

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 1907

Warning: There is a teeny bit of kissing. But it’s kind of cute????

A/N: Hey, I know this isn’t a Crash Landing update, but I’m kind of struggling with it at the moment. So, I wrote this. Also, if you haven’t seen an earlier post, I’m away for the next four-ish weeks, so don’t expect to hear all too much from me for a bit. I am trying to queue up some writing, but I can’t make any promises! I love you guys!

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I still don't know if he ever got his coffee

I’m not 100% sure this even belongs here and I’ve posted this story elsewhere so some of you might have read it already.

Some background: I work in a rather specialised area of Forensics. Officially I’m employed by Police Scotland but they tend to let other law enforcement agencies, universities, etc borrow us from time to time. A lot of the time it’s for consulting work or guest lecturing but sometimes we’re sent to teach training courses.

About 18 months ago I was asked to lecture at a training course for some of the CID higher-ups in an English Police force. It was the first time I’d done anything like it and I was crapping myself.

I met with the conveners and other officials for dinner the night before my first day, and after dinner and drinks, I was dropped back at my hotel.

So to set the scene; it’s about 10pm, I’m all dressed up in my evening wear and I’m sitting at the bar in the hotel lounge. The place is dead, it’s just me and the barman so I’ve taken off my heels and am unraveling my hair having just ordered a hot chocolate. The barman asks if I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. Yes, of course I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. No I don’t mind waiting while you run to the kitchen.

So I’m sit there trying to trick my phone into connecting to the hotels WiFi when Angry Man walks in.

He stomped into the room and slammed his fist down on the bar about 3 ft from me and barked out one word:

“COFFEE”

I didn’t know it but apparently that attempt at communication was aimed at me; a fact I learned a moment later when Angry Man moved right up next to me, bent over me so his face was practically in mine and barked out again;

“COFFEE”.

In an attempt to get away from the screaming coffee man I slipped off the bar stool, putting it between the two of us. Extremely confused and more than a little terrified, it didn’t immediately occur to me that he thought I worked there, hell it wasn’t even registering that he wanted a coffee. He was just repeating it the same way a toddler does when they learn a new word but don’t entirely know what it means.

I’m going to blame the confusion, fear and tiredness for my completely moronic response, which was to parrot the word back at him.

Me: “Coffee?”

Angry Man: “COFFEE”

Then he slammed his fist down on the bar again. This time I noticed that he was actually throwing down money.

My brain suddenly came back online.

Me: “Oh. Eh, the barman should be back in a sec. H-”

Angry Man: “Get me a coffee. Now.”

Ooooh four new words. Progress.

Me: “I’m sorry, mate, I don’t work here.”

Angry man (shouting now) “You fucking lazy liar!! Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

Yes, actually, but I’ll be keeping that to myself.

Angry Man: “Get off your fucking phone and get me a shitting coffee”

Me: “I really don’t-”

Cue rant about me being the only person in the lounge so of course I must work there and I was just being lazy and did I take him for an idiot. All while I’m slowly backing away from the bar so he can’t pin me between it and the bar stools. Then he throws in this:

Angry Man: “Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea how important I am?”

I never got to find out how important this guy thought he was. Instead Angry Man’s Friend came wandering in.

He took one look at me; pretty much cornered by Angry Man who is now screaming about how he’ll make sure I never work again while I’m trying to calmly tell him to back off and he tries to intervene.

He took Angry Man by the shoulders and moved him back away from me while asking him what was going on.

Angry Man: “This stupid little whore is refusing to serve me”

Me: “I really don’t work here”

Angry Man’s Friend: “She doesn’t work here. Let’s just all try to calm down”

There was a few moments of Angry Man’s Friend trying to calm Angry Man while he ranted about getting me fired until two barman arrived, one of them with my hot chocolate. The presence of the three men distracted Angry Man enough for me to grab my shoes and escape with my chocolatey goodness.

As I left I could hear him demanding to speak to a manager.

The next day, after being introduced to a lecture theatre full of high ranking CID Officers, I stood and walked to the podium only to be greeted by one guy in the audience laughing hysterically.

I just sort of froze trying to figure out the joke. Did I have food on my face? Was my shirt on inside out?

A quick check confirmed that, no. I’d managed to adult that morning.

A few other people began to chuckle as this guy struggled to get a hold of himself. As he regained control he pointed to his left.

Where a very red looking Angry Man was sitting.

I think it was the sheer relief that he wasn’t actually laughing at me that caused me to open my mouth and say to Angry Man;

“Oh did you get your coffee in the end?”

He walked out and I didn’t see him for the rest of the course.

Do You Miss Me (at all) Sherlock x reader part 1

A/N: This took me forever to finish! For the love of god, I struggled with this hours and days! So, this will be two parted, and apologizes for not posting fanfics for awhile, I’ve been busy with other things (also tried to figure out how to continue the heartless, there will be a new chapter of it soon enough, hopefully) also this was supposed to be out at Friday, but I couldn’t get myself to finish this since this basically a dialogue done by shouting and fighting. But anyway, hope this is good in some sort of weird way.


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You had been in a relationship with Sherlock for over four months now and not to get you wrong, you did love the high functioning sociopath even if it got rough. For example he barely told you he cared for you more than as a friend. It had taken him all his might to tell you that just that once when you started dating and you were as surprised as anyone would’ve been in that situation. To hear Sherlock Holmes, the detective incapable of understanding sentiment or compassion, say he loved you was enough to make you faint, but you didn’t. First you thought it had to be a trick, to test an experiment and one specific kind had slithered in your mind. He was probably testing how you felt about him, even having his own suspicions of you having feelings for him. Maybe he was waiting for your pupils to dilate, testing your pulse? Then he did something that nearly gave you a heart attack. He had kissed you. From there on you two had started dating, but it took some time from him to convince you he really liked you and it wasn’t for a case or a test.

It had been just once he had said he loved you, from that on everything had gone down hill. You knew he wasn’t into opening his heart, which you had become aware of that second he had opened it to you, but you couldn’t but wonder had he come to his senses of you and realized he had only fancied you for short amount of time and the feelings had died by now. At bad days he seemed he barely even acknowledged you were in the same room. He was snarky with his comments, nearly making eye contact and ignoring you at times. It wasn’t anything John hadn’t ever experienced with Sherlock but you couldn’t stop thinking that you would be even slightly privileged to be treated in better way than that.

Sherlock had been buried with work, now on his list at the top was a new case that hadn’t made any progress and it frustrated him. He was tense and easy to piss off. You were the same, but for other reasons. His acts had reflected on you, his now nasty personality and way of ignoring you made it impossible for you to stand him.

The two of you had just come back to Baker Street from a crime scene and you were fuming of rage. Once again you had been pushed aside and treated like you knew nothing. Even Lestrade, just like Sherlock always said, was capable of sensing the situation. Even the police inspector was able to make out Sherlock was doing a lousy job as a boyfriend. You couldn’t forget the wide eyes and the blank, puzzled stare he gave to you two when Sherlock pushed you, no, he literally pushed you more than once aside and kept telling you to keep quiet as your suggestions and deductions would just embarrass him, you and everyone around.

You stomped up the stairs to the flat, Sherlock following after you. You stayed close to the door leading back downstairs while Sherlock went to sink in his chair. He released a long heavy sigh and closed his eyes in disappointment. He muttered how useless the visit had been and how it had only cost his precious time on the case in hand. The crime scene you two just witnessed had, as he said, obviously nothing in common.

”Did you really have to do that?” You questioned after waiting enough, listening to Sherlock muttering and complaining about the case. Your hands were crossed over your chest and your right foot was tapping the floor in an impatient way. To this Sherlock answered with lowered brows and watched you in confusion. You huffed and looked away. ”Embarrass me in front of the whole Scotland Yard?” You corrected. Sherlock only rolled his eyes and went to correct you. ”There was nearly even half of the Scotland Yard present.” Sherlock shifted in his seat. ”I wouldn’t worry about them. They barely know anything so you being incorrect now and then wouldn’t make them any better than you.”

You could hang onto that statement, he had almost praised you just now and it was the best you had got from him for since he had been burdened with this particular case, but then again you didn’t need to settle for this. This wasn’t enough to wipe all the bad comments he’d made in the past though you weren’t even sure was there anything he could do, a one single act that would calm you.

”To you that was the entire Scotland Yard.” You pushed persistently. He had said it himself countless of times. The people in Scotland Yard that had ever worked with him were the only people that counted if you asked for his opinion.

”Well, yes, but obviously it wasn’t exactly the whole Scotland Yard.” Sherlock placed his fingers under his chin, resembling his mind palace position but he kept his eyes open and on you. He eyed you suspiciously, trying to deduce what you were going through in your head, but judging by his expression he had no idea what made you so pissed. ”Is something bothering you?”

To that you let out a sarcastic laugh. Had he really only got that out of you? He really was as magnificent and astonishing as John always said. Sarcastically saying of course. But this time he surprised you by how dumb he was.

”Are you really that blind?” You finally snapped. You humorously watched as Sherlock gave away how offended he was by your statement but without skipping a beat you continued. ”You embarrassed me in front of Scotland Yard! And that’s not all! You’ve treated me worse and worse the further we get down on this case. Hell, you even treat Anderson better than me!” And it was true. He had even praised Anderson today for stating something so obvious and simple that even a blind person would’ve seen it.

”I was being sarcastic.” Sherlock muttered seriously and looked down on the floor, clearly drifting away from the conversation and to his mind palace.

”Well, it wasn’t clear!” You yelled and threw your hands in the air. ”Everybody thought you really meant it. And don’t dare shut me off now!” You took three long steps and put your hands on either side of Sherlock’s armrests on his chair, your face inches away from his. ”Don’t treat me like this!”

”Treat you like what?” Sherlock shot up from his seat, you taking a fast step backwards to make more room between the two of you. He stared back at you coldly. His blue eyes were like frozen and he looked intimidating. Sherlock tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he questioned you.

”I told you already! You ignore me! Like I don’t exist at all! You always pretend like I’m not there. You put your work first and I feel like I don’t even exist on the list of your priorities! You also have pushed me around, literally, and you won’t let me even speak when we’re out!”

”Stating the obvious shouldn’t be reworded! You want me to let you embarrassed yourself? By pointing out what everyone is able to witness with their own eyes?”

”Oh, so now I’m embarrassing myself? Thank you for saving me, Sherlock, for keeping me quiet when I could’ve said something dumb!” The room was silent for a second, until you took a deep breath. ”Look, you keep me around but make it feel like I am the one clinging on you and following you like a lost puppy, and when I try to advance you, you only shoot me down. You won’t show me I matter!”

”I have told you how I feel about you, do you really need me to do it several times a day? Because you know I won’t be up to it. I am not a man who keeps showering you with all the pleasantries and praises-!”

”I know that and it’s not what I asked!” You snapped back. You were wondering was Mrs. Hudson listening to you two shouting. If she was she was probably worried. Worried what you’d do if this would go further on and how you would end up like. Mrs. Hudson knew what Sherlock was capable of when he was bored or even drugged, but when angered? And with you against him? You couldn’t answer to that either.

”Then what is it? I can’t quit my job and forget all the cases just because of you. Just because of love.” He pronounced the last word with disgust, as if the whole word was ridiculous to even be said.

”I’m not telling you to quit, I’m suggesting you to leave it be when you clearly can’t work it out, not now at least. You’ve run out of clues and there is nothing you can do to make the problem solved. You have to wait!”

”I can’t just wait until another one gets killed!” Sherlock spit out and glared down at you.

”Well, there’s nothing else you can do.” You told him matter of factly. ”Just talking about the case makes you a mess, Sherlock. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, and how you treat people around you is horrible. Even if you have a problematic case in hand it doesn’t give you the privilege to act like a moron!”

”Oh so I am the one acting like a moron?” Sherlock looked down on you. ”You have done nothing to help me on this case, the reason I keep you around is only because I thought there would be use of you, but guess I was wrong with you. And here you are, waiting for me to sugar coat you with flatter and sweet talk. Like it wasn’t enough I told you once how I care about you.” He had struggled enough by telling you he loved you once, and what were the looks of it he wasn’t going to do it ever again and actually it made you want nothing more than him to never say anything to you.

”I knew what I was getting myself into when I started this relationship with you.  I know it’s hard for you to say how you feel, but I’m not asking you to tell me that. It’s just that you never show it! You never sit next to me, you never walk close to me, and you barely talk to me! If you could just treat me like a human being!” You didn’t let Sherlock answer, you paced around nervously, but not scared. You were infuriated. ”I really thought I wouldn’t be the only one to do things I don’t usually like to do. Like waking up at 3am in the morning to visit a crime scene, or running around London after a maniac without eating for a whole day! I still never complaint! But where I draw the line is when I am treated worse than even the people you can’t stand!”

”Enough with Anderson already!” Sherlock sighed and spin around.

”I’m not talking about Anderson! I am saying you don’t treat me like your girlfriend and even Lestrade saw what was going on today!” You felt bad at thinking about it again, your stomach dropped at the thought of it. ”The way you act towards me isn’t normal, Sherlock!”

”So I’m supposed to be all around you when we’re on a case? Oh, wake up, (Y/n)! I do not show emotions or am I even capable of feel certain of emotions. Love and sentiment do not get me anywhere and there for I keep them out of my life!” You flinched. That was it. You had enough.

”Then let me help you.” You said and went to get your bag.

”What are you doing?” Sherlock asked sounding bored and fed up by your attitude, his brows furrowed.

”Like you said, you rid yourself of certain feelings. There for I’m leaving. Sorry I ever bothered to step into your life.” You said and turned. ”Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes.” And with that you left. You went down the stairs in a hurry and rage, stomping loudly. You heard Mrs. Hudson come out of her flat, now standing next to the front door, looking at you worriedly.

”Are you two having a little domestic?” She asked with a sad and nervous tone.

”Could say so.” You answered coldly and opened the door.

”When are you coming back, dear?”

”I’m not.” You deadpanned. You had stopped at the entrance and were looking at Mrs. Hudson with a serious expression.

Mrs. Hudson gazed up the stairs to the living room. ”I’m sure what ever he said he doesn’t mean it.” She assured you, but you knew better and you also had made up your mind.

”I’m sure he did.” You told, then closing the door and left Baker Street.

Mrs. Hudson was left alone to wonder what had happened. She let her eyes wonder towards the stairs again, whispering sadly to herself, ”What have you done now, Sherlock?”

Someone to Watch Over Me: Part 6

Title: Someone to Watch Over Me: Part 6

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

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Summary:  You end up in the hospital; Dean and Sam have a suspect; things between you and Dean heat up.

Characters:  Dean Winchester, Female reader, Bobby Singer, Tiny, Sam Winchester, Georgia (OFC), Melissa (OFC-mentioned), Charlie Bradbury, Tyson Brady, Ash, Garth, Jo Harvelle, Gabriel

Word Count:  3708

Warnings:  nsfw, language, light smut

Author’s Notes: Inspired by but does not follow the Costner/Houston movie The Bodyguard.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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Here’s My Heart (Part One)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: No, but taken from this post
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Homecoming Spoilers, Food Mention, Kinda Swearing??
A/N: Shoutout to @hands1766 for sending me this post to begin with :)
A/N #2: It’s insinuated that reader uses female pronouns
Part Two Part Three

Originally posted by zgallagher

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Peter Parker was pretty sure he was in love with you. Ever since the first day of sophomore year, when you had been assigned as his lab partner, he knew he would be smitten for you. You had made a science pun within the first few minutes of class to him, and honestly, what more could Peter ask for?

But then you had become friends, and he had gotten to know you, and he realized there was so much more to you than a beautiful smile and dorky humor. You were generous and kind, and you were shy but outgoing when you were comfortable with someone.

You had grown to be comfortable with him, and Ned, and Peter fell in love with your personality even more. You still made cheesy puns at any opportunity you could get, and while Peter would grimace and say, “C’mon, that was so bad”, he secretly loved them. You laughed in response, knowing the truth.

Sophomore year had come and gone, and the three of you had been attached to the hips. You were your own little group, with Michelle sitting with you guys at lunch but never admitting she was a part of the group.

It was now junior year, and the three (four) of you were as close as ever. Peter was excited to hear that the two of you still had science together this year, and he was hoping you would be paired up as lab partners again. 

And, thankfully, you were assigned his partner. You walked over to him with a bright smile on your face, and Peter’s heart nearly stopped in his chest. It was the exact same image he remembered seeing on the very first day of sophomore year. And here you were, a year later, your hair grown longer and your smile even bigger as you walked towards him. You sat down, and he still stared at you with admiration. You stared at him back, and muttered the same pun that was one of the first things he had ever heard you say to him.

He laughed the same laugh, quiet enough to keep the moment only between you two in the back of the classroom. In that moment, he didn’t know what he would’ve done without you if you hadn’t come into his life a year ago. You made his life lighter, you gave him the strength he needed when he felt like he was failing everyone—the city, his aunt, his friends, and even you.

He was thankful you found out about his powers when you did—the night of Homecoming, when you had helped Ned take down his attacker. He knew he should’ve been more worried about Liz, his date, who he had abandoned to go apprehend her father, but he couldn’t help himself from panicking about you, standing in front of him with an alien weapon in your hand.

“(Y/N)!” He had yelled, rushing over to you as he completely forgot the Spiderman attire he was dressed in. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” 

He pulled the weapon from your hands, placing it on the ground before he rested his hands on your shoulders, and you laughed a little shakily as you looked him up and down. “So, Ned told me you’re Spiderman,” you said in response, and he gasped as he remembered he was in his suit.

“I, uh,” he didn’t know what to say. He didn’t care that it was you who Ned had told, but still. He didn’t want his secret to put you in harm’s way. “You didn’t answer the question,” he said instead, and you smiled.

“I’m fine, Pete,” you had said. “Now go save the day.”

You leaned in to give him a hug, and it wasn’t the first time you two had hugged, so he could tell you were holding on tighter than usual. “I’ll be fine, (Y/N),” he whispered to you, quiet enough for Ned to not hear.

“Yeah, you’re right. You will,” you pulled back from him, his body no longer touching yours. You took a few steps backwards, and he thought he could see a glassiness in your eyes, but you looked down too soon for him to be completely sure.

“Bye guys,” he had said before swinging off into the distance.

That was the night Peter realized he had fallen for you.

And still, many months later, he couldn’t find it in himself to confess. He thought that you felt the same, or maybe he was just reading into things too much. But every time you blushed when he swung his arm around your shoulder when you walked, or when he would catch you smiling at him as he spoke and you would look away quickly when he noticed, or when you would stay awake for him until he texted you that he was back at his apartment after a night of crimefighting, he questioned whether your feelings for him were truly platonic.

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but he could just tell. It had to be true. He had built himself up into thinking you felt the same way too much that he would crash and burn if it weren’t the truth. He had tried to think of ways to ask you out before his confidence in your feelings could waver, but with every idea that came, he knew you deserved better.

You deserved the best. He needed to give you the best.

As the two of you finished class together with the teacher simply explaining what he had planned for the next year, the two of you parted ways in the hallway to go to your respective classes.

“What do you have next?” You asked him as you walked out of the science lab. 

“Um,” Peter hummed, pulling out his schedule to check. He hadn’t had any time to memorize it due to his Spiderman duties. “History. You?”

“English,” you frowned, a sad look in your eyes.

“What about after that?” He asked, looking back down at his schedule. 

“Gym,” you said, and he smiled, looking up at you.

“Same,” he said, and a smile lit up on your own face.

“I guess I’ll see you there then,” you began to walk backwards, smiling even wider at him. “Bye, Peter,” you said and turned around.

“Bye, (Y/N),” he whispered, more to himself than to you. He needed to tell you. He didn’t think he could take this any longer.

So in his next class, where he thankfully found Ned sitting in a seat in the back, he tried to make a plan. He plopped down in the seat next to Ned, saying, “I’m gonna ask (Y/N) out.”

Ned didn’t look up from his book. He had heard Peter say this on many occasions. “Oh yeah?”

Peter shook his head, although his friend wasn’t paying attention, so he slapped his arm. Ned recoiled, finally looking up while rubbing his arm. 

“I’m really gonna do it this time,” Peter said excitedly, practically jumping in his seat. 

“Alright,” Ned said slowly, still rubbing his arm. “How are you gonna do it?”

“Well, that’s why I need your help,” Peter elaborated. “I don’t know how to do it. But it needs to be special.”

“Special,” an eyebrow quirked on Ned’s forehead. 

“Yes, Ned, special,” Peter replied, exasperated. “So help me out. Do you have any ideas?”

As Ned opened his mouth to speak, the teacher entered the room, announcing her name to the class. Peter sighed, annoyed, but turned towards the front of the class to pay attention.

For most of the class, Peter zoned out, thinking about ideas to ask you out. He thought of a sign, and asking you out in front of the whole school, but he discarded that idea immediately. You never liked having everyone’s eyes on you.

He thought about a cake, or pizza, in the shape of a heart, but he thought that was too cheesy. Although, he could make a pun with the pizza. 

‘I know this might be cheesy, but will you go out with me?’

No. Definitely not. He tried to think of something else.

But with everything he thought of, he knew none of them were good enough for you. Everything was too lame, or it had been done too many times, and none of them were special enough. He wanted to do something special.

Before he knew it, the bell rang. He leaped up from his chair, asking Ned what class he had next. “Gym,” he answered, and Peter smiled excitedly.

“Great, great,” Peter said, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the classroom quickly. “Did you think of any ideas for (Y/N) during class?”

“Wha- no!” Ned exclaimed, pulling his arm away from Peter’s grip. “I was paying attention to the teacher. It’s the first day of school, Peter!”

“Yes, but this is really important, Ned,” he begged, grabbing his friend’s arm again. “Just help me think of something!”

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Ned said, as if it was as simple as that.

Peter stared at him, disgusted. “I said special, Ned. Special.”

The two continued to bicker on their way to the gym, and when they arrived, they retrieved their gym clothes before going to change. Peter finished changing first, and he walked out to see you sitting on the bleachers with some people around you. You laughed at something someone said, leaning forward with your hands on your knees as you smiled widely.

Peter sighed, admiring you. You were beautiful. He didn’t think he would ever get used to your beauty. 

“Hey, Parker!” Peter heard, and he sighed again, this time not in a good way. He turned to see Flash walking towards him, a smirk on his face. His yell caught the attention of a few other people in the gym, including yours.

“What do you want, Flash?” Peter said, aggravated that it was only the third period of the new year and he was already being harassed.

“I’m gonna need to have a chat with your little buddy, Spiderman,” he said, walking closer to him. Peter’s heart began to beat harder in his chest.

“And why is that?” He asked as Flash stopped a few feet away from him.

“He trashed my dad’s car. The thing is completely smashed up,” Flash said with an angry voice, but his face didn’t look bothered at all.

“Yeah, well, that’s not my problem,” Peter replied, and he knew he was asking for it when Flash took another step forward, his eyebrows furrowing.

“What was that?” Flash clenched his hands into fists to threaten Peter.

(He was not at all threatened.)

“I said, that it’s not my problem. I don’t even know who the guy is.”

Flash took the final step forward for them to be face to face, and he tilted his head slightly when Peter stood his ground.

“Hm, you seem to have gotten awfully confident this past summer, Parker,” he stared at him up and down, eyebrows still furrowed. Peter kept staring straight into his eyes. “We’re gonna have to fix that.”

“Hey, guys!” A cheerful voice said loudly, and Peter felt an arm swing around his shoulders. The two boys looked to their sides to see you standing there, a blinding fake smile on your face as you glared at Flash. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing at all,” Flash’s eyebrows were no longer furrowed, and his hands were now unclenched, hanging loosely by his sides. “How are you doing today, (Y/N)? How was your summer?”

It was Peter’s turn to have furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists. He had always known Flash had a crush on you—he was incredibly obvious. But to see him flirting with you now, just minutes after Peter was talking about plans to ask you out?

It pissed him off.

You laughed Flash’s flirting off, not answering his questions. All you said was, “I just came to get Peter. Now, if you would excuse us.” And then you slid your arm from around his shoulders and instead grabbed his hand. Peter sucked in a quick breath of air at the feeling of your fingers interlocking with his.

“He’s such a dick,” you muttered to Peter, and he could only find it in himself to nod in response.

The two of you chatted until Ned joined you, and then the three of you talked until the teacher arrived. Peter was jittery the whole time, still stuck on how to ask you out in a special way. The teacher made his way into the gym, announcing his name before ordering all the boys to pair up and practice sit-ups. Ned groaned as him and Peter jumped off of the bleachers, and Peter laid down on the mat first. Ned kneeled in front of him and held his feet.

“Did you think of anything?” Peter said quietly to Ned as he began to do the sit-ups. He glanced behind him quickly to see you talking with the same people you had been when he walked in. He looked back at Ned, continuing the sit-ups.

“You’ve gotta think of this yourself, dude,” Ned said, and Peter groaned. “If you want it to be special, then it needs to come from your heart. Not mine.”

Peter laughed quietly, and Ned replied with a quick, “Shut up.” He had never heard his best friend sound so sappy before.

Your loud laugh suddenly echoed through the gym. Peter smiled, turning around subtly to see your face. You were covering your mouth embarrassedly, and the girl you were talking with laughed in response. Your cheeks were blush red and you looked down at your lap, not meeting anyone’s eye.

“I’m just saying,” Peter heard you say to the girl next to you. “I think it would be a cute idea.”

“You sound so old!” The girl next to you laughed, and you slapped her arm lightly, shushing her. Your cheeks were still red.

“No, I don’t! It sounds sweet, shut up!” You defended yourself.

Peter smiled at your affronted expression. Ned began to say something to him, but he quieted him immediately. He wanted to hear what you were talking about. Maybe it could lead to a good idea, a special one.

“A cassette tape? Come on now, those were a thing in like, the sixties.”

“Well yeah, but,” you scrambled to find the right words, cheeks growing redder. “It’s cute!”

“I don’t think so,” the girl shook her head. “They’re old.

“Yeah, but it’s like your own playlist, but a physical version. Imagine if someone took the time to create a mixtape for you with songs specifically for you. I would love that,” you smiled dreamily at this point, and Peter’s eyes widened. He looked at Ned, his eyes wide as well.

“A mixtape!” The two of them whispered to each other in unison, and Peter’s face held a triumphant grip.

“Is there anyone you’re crushing on, (Y/N)? Because it seems like it,” the girl smirked at you, and you grew flustered.

“I, uh, what? No, that’s- what?” You stuttered, and Peter’s eyes grew impossibly wider.

Before the girl could respond, the gym teacher called out to the class for the girls to switch to the boys. As Peter and Ned stood up to go sit on the bleachers, you and the girl stood to hop off of them. 

And as they sat down, Peter and Ned shared a glance with each other. Peter still had a grin on his face.

He would ask you out. He would finally do it.

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Hi my dudes. So this was gonna be a one part, short little thing. As you can see, that did not happen. I really really like this one, so does anyone want a second part? Let me know! Requests are open :)

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Star (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Words: 4000+

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex, ?

A/N: an anon requested a poly!hamilsquad x reader soulmate au and i had no idea how to do it so it’s been in my inbox for like a month. im so sorry i took so long ;-; i never posted this late (or early before so enjoy!)


“Y/N, for crying out loud, aren’t you the tiniest bit curious as to who it might be? I mean, come on, you have an incomplete triangle on your wrist!” Angelica said, trying to pull up your sleeve. You swatted her hand away, pushing it back down. She always pestered you about the mark on your wrist. Since she does not have one of her own, she tells you that she lives vicariously through you.

There were only a handful of people in the world that had markings on their skin. It was what scientists called soulmate links, people you were meant to be with. Unfortunately for you, and this was your opinion, you hated being one of the few to have it. You didn’t believe in people “meant to be together”, and would rather just find someone that you loved for who they are, not what your skin says.

And the mark on your wrist was so small, it could just be a birthmark.

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Lance dropping casual observations about Keith is a pure and good thing.

They’re on a new planet and Lance is trying out the food at a local festival. He’s thankful for the green goop and Hunk has done wonders in experimenting with the flavor, but sometimes a guy needs a little more variety. Or at least something that tastes like coconut. He grabs some sort of kabob looking thing and takes a small bite. As soon as the flavor hits him, he’s bounding across the room waving the dish excitedly in Keith’s face shouting, “Dude you HAVE to try this, you’re gonna love it.”

It’s hot pink with green stripes an….fuzzy? Keith raises an eyebrow at the striped mammalian horror for a moment, then narrows his eyes at Lance. “It’s not going to turn me green or make me throw up is it?”

Lance rolls his eyes. “That was one time, get over it already. Nothing weird is going to happen, I just know you have a sweet tooth so I think you’ll like it.”

Keith is blindsided by the statement. How does Lance even know that? What the quiznak? He doesn’t realize he’s silently staring at Lance until the blue paladin is waving the food in his face once again. “Are you gonna try it or what?”

Keith brushes the surprise off; he’ll think about it later. “Um… yeah, sure. Stop trying to stab me in the face with it, jeez.”

Keith ends up eating 11 of the seussian skewers before they go back to the castle for the night.



“What are you nervous about?”

Keith’s posture stiffens. He didn’t even hear Lance enter the common room. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”

Lance climbs over the back of the couch to seat himself on it - because he can’t just be normal and walk around to sit like a normal person - before answering. “You’re staring off into space, ha, and messing with the Velcro on your gloves. You only do that when you’re nervous about something.”

“How do you even know that?!” The question tumbles out of Keith’s mouth without explicit permission.

Lance pulls his legs up to cross them and raises an eyebrow. “I pay attention, obviously.” He looks away before adding “So….what’s wrong.”

They talk for a while. It’s not a magic cure, but Keith doesn’t feel like the universe is completely falling apart afterwards. It’s…nice.

Pidge finds the t-shirt on one of their trips to the space mall. It says something along the lines of “Edge Lord” on it in an alien tongue and Pidge thought it was the most hilarious thing they had ever seen an immediately bought it. Keith wrinkles his nose at it, but leaves the room to pull it on anyways. He’s never really had a family, but Pidge is so much like a younger sibling and they looked so proud of the gift. He doesn’t want to let them down. So, he slips it on and marches back into the training deck, determined to not be embarrassed. Which meant that Lance had made his way into the room just before Keith returned, of course.

Lance actually does a double take before he’s consumed with laughter. Keith pouts. When the full body howling finally dies down to more of a giggle, Lance looks over at Pidge. “Is THAT the shirt you bought him?”

They grin, “Yup.”

“God bless you Pidge. I can’t believe you got him to wear it though, Keith hates the color orange.” There’s no time for Keith to wonder how it is that Lance became privy to that information because Lance gives him another look over and grins. “With good reason too. It’s definitely not your color dude.”

Keith immediately pulls the boot off of his left foot and chucks it at Lance’s head. He doesn’t actually throw it hard, but he also doesn’t miss. 

Hunk finds a shop that sells space candy on another trip to the space mall a few weeks after the t-shit incident. They look and taste like jelly beans and even come in a myriad of assorted colors. Everyone on the ship is basically obsessed with them. No one brings it up, but the space jellies, as lance loving calls them, remind everyone on the team of home. It’s bittersweet and Coran makes sure the kitchen is well stocked with them. 

It’s the middle of the night and Keith can’t sleep, so he drags himself to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Lo and behold, he notices a certain Cuban boy sitting on the counter tossing space jellies in the air and trying to catch them with his mouth. Lance’s antics are ridiculous, but they’re also kind of…. endearing? Keith shakes the thought from his head and rolls his eyes for good measure before making his way to the pantry. 

If it had been anyone else, there would have been at least three boxes left and a cold juice sitting there waiting for the taking. BUT it’s Keith, so that means the last box of space jellies is currently being consumed by Lance who rattles a half finished box and says, “Looking for these?”

When Keith turns to face him, Lance is grinning from ear to ear. It’s definitely not cute. “You took the last one.”

Lance’s smile doesn’t falter at Keith’s grumpy tone. “Sure did.”

Keith huffs and turns back to the pantry, resigns himself to grabbing a bag of little pea shaped things that taste like banana at first, but leave a burnt toast aftertaste. Pidge is obsessed with them, Keith doesn’t really get it but he needs something to snack on so he sits a the table and tears opens the bag.

A few minutes go by and the silence is only broken up by Lace humming a few bars of some song Keith has never heard before. He likes it though and he’ s almost tempted to ask Lance to hum it a little louder. But that’s weird. So he just stares at his pea things and occasionally places one in his mouth.

A box is suddenly placed in front of Keith as Lance slides onto the seat directly across from him smiling. “You like the black ones, right?” He says it with an air of confidence that only Lance possesses but there’s some sort of undertone to it that Keith can’t quite identify. Fondness maybe?

Keith shifts his gaze from the boy in front of him back down to the box of space jellies. There are quite a few of Keith’s preferred jellies in there and it almost seems like Lance had planned on saving all of them for Keith before he even came into the kitchen. Keith pushes the thought away and looks back up at Lance to mutter a thank you. When Lance smiles this time it’s blinding and genuine. Keith has to avert his gaze yet again, because when Lance gives him that specific brand of smile… his heart starts to do weird things.

The humming starts again and when Keith is done with his jellies they clean up and Lance walks him to his room. The “Goodnight” Lace utters before heading to his room is accompanied with a small wave and a soft smile. Keith falls back to sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. 

They’re sitting side by side on the floor of the bridge staring upwards at the holographic image of Earth’s sun and all of the stars surrounding it. It doesn’t happen every night, not that there’s really a night or a day in space, either way they should both be asleep at these time none the less, but it’s not uncommon for one of them to find the other sitting by a window looking out at the endless space that surrounds them at all times now.

Sometimes they just sit together in comfortable silence. Sometimes they make up stupid constellations to make one another laugh. Occasionally they’ll both lay down next to each other as they look out a window at an unfamiliar planet and talk about all kinds of things in muted tones. 

Tonight though, there was something about the look in Lance’s eyes that made Keith take him by the wrist and lead him to the bridge to look at the familiar stars they’d both grown up staring at. 

Keith smiles as he points to another cluster and says, “That’s Lyra.”

Lace looks up. “It’s small.”

“Yep.” The red paladin nods. “It’s the 52nd constellation in order from largest to smallest, but Vega is part of the constellation and that’s the fifth brightest star in Earth’ s night sky.”

Lance pulls his legs to his chest and rests his chin on his knees. “Isn’t there a myth behind it about a musician or something?”

“Yeah, Orpheus. The story is pretty sad actually.”

Lance spares Keith a glance paired with a smirk before looking back at the hologram. A half smile shouldn’t twist Keith’s stomach like that, but it does. “Greek mythology usually is Keith.” There’s a brief pause before Lance turns back to Keith again and asks “Will you tell me the story?” 

This time Lance doesn’t look away. His gaze is fixed on Keith and the expression he’s making and the tone of voice he’s using isn’t quite as unfamiliar to Keith anymore as it was four months back. In fact, he gives Keith that look every night they sit together under the stars, and sometimes throughout the day when he thinks no one is looking, or when he catches Keith laughing at one of his jokes. Lance looks at Keith like precious, like he’s the most beautiful thing in the universe and it never fails to make Keith’s mouth go dry or increase his heartrate.

“You don’t want to hear me ramble about some random Greek tragedy.” He can’t look away from those eyes. Who awarded Lance the right to have such perfect blue eyes? They’re the pools of water you land in when you’ve followed the river down the waterfall and Keith has never been a strong swimmer. It’s not fair.

“I do.” Lance sounds so sincere. Why does he have to sound like that? Why is his voice so soft and fond? Two syllables came out of that mouth. Simple words, three letters, one space between the first and the last two when written down, and they still manage to knock the breath from Keith’ s lungs. 

When it’s just him and Keith, Lance is different. The obnoxious jokes, and the issuing of lame little competitions between the two of them, and the occasional bickering are all still there even when they’re alone. Keith just feels like there’s something…extra. Like bonus content you only get when you’ve purchased the collector’s edition of a game or something. Lance’s edges get softer and he’s more honest about what he’s feeling when no one else is in the room. He’s  a little more sincere, more prone to being serious, and it’s stunning.

“Please? I like to hear your voice.” Keith still can’t manage to tear his eyes away from the boy sitting next to him, and he knows. He knows that he’s beat red. It’s so, so embarrassing, but he still takes a deep breath when his lungs figure out how they’re supposed to work again and he starts telling the story. 

“So, you were right. Orpheus was a musician, but not like any run of the mill musician, he was the best harpist in all of Greece, even the gods acknowledged his talents.” Lance whistles and Keith tries very hard to not be distracted by the way his lips pucker to make the sound. “Umm…. So, on his wedding day his wife, Eurydice, got separated from the wedding party and got bit on the heel by a snake while she was running away from a Satyr with… less that pure intentions and died.”

“That’s awful.” It’ s almost a whisper.

“Yeah, it really is.” Keith pauses for a moment to silently mourn a fictional nymph. Which, okay yeah it’s probably dumb, but whatever. If Keith had learned anything in the last six months of constant warfare, it’s that patience yields focus and you should always respect the dead. He continues, “Anyways, Orpheus was so heartbroken that he decided to take a journey to the underworld to strike a bargain with Hades to get her back. So when he got there he just started playing this song, and it was so beautiful that even the stones around them start crying and it moved both Hades and his wife Persephone’s hearts or whatever, so Hades cut him a deal.”

“He told Orpheus that if he started walking to the gates of Hell Eurydice would follow behind him and be returned to the world of the living, but only if he didn’t look back at her until they were both out of Hades’ domain. So he walked and walked and had to keep reminding himself that no matter how much his heart told him to, he couldn’t look back. So, when he reached the upperworld he finally looked back, except he forgot to account for the fact that Eurydice could be farther than a foot behind him. She hadn’t reached the entry yet, so she was dragged back down to stay in the world of the dead.”

Lance makes a small sound, whining sound. It’s the same sound Lance always makes when he hears something sad or sees wounds on a comrade after a battle. Keith reaches a hand out to push Lance’s bangs back partly because he knows it’s the easiest way to sooth the blue paladin, and partly because it was an excuse to touch him.

He pulls his hand back, not without reluctance but he still has the rest of the story to tell and being mesmerized by Lance melting under his fingertips would be a little too distracting for Keith to remember how words work. “After that he only ever played sad music. There are a few different versions of how the myth ends, but the one that’s told most often is that in his grief he didn’t pay tribute to the god of wine and he was torn limb from limb as punishment. The muses carried his harp into the sky to form Lyra and immortalize Orphus’s tragedy in the night sky.”

All at once there’s a weight on Keith’s side that was not previously there. Lance had closed the small space between them so that he could rest his head against Keith’s should and lean into him. 

Lance makes an amused sound. “Of course your favorite constellation in the sky would be the one with the with the most depressing love story behind it.”

Keith furrows his brow. He’s been pointing out different constellations all night and he just doesn’t get how Lance picked out his favorite one so easily. His heart does something weird again. It’s painful and also…  pleasant? warm? nice? 

Keith does it too, though. Off of the top of his head he could tell you that Lance hates everything remotely flavored like cooked carrots, but will eat anything that tastes like raw ones. He could write poems about how Lance always worries his bottom lip with his teeth when he’s not quite sure what to say. He could almost list all of the names of the people in Lance’s absurdly large family in alphabetical order and tell you at least two facts about each one of them. Keith could tell you all about how Lance mumbles under his breath in Spanish when he’s scared or exhausted. It wouldn’t sound as pretty, but he could hum you all of the songs Lance sings when he’s happy.

Keith know without a shadow of a doubt why he remembers every tiny detail that Lance has ever revealed to him. There wasn’t a specific moment he realized he was in love with Lance, it had been happening slowly for a long time now. And, yeah, Keith thinks he has an idea as to  why Lance knows so many small truths about him too. He’s just… never asked for confirmation. So he plays with the velcro on his gloves for split second before deciding to take them off completely and setting them aside. He burns a hole in the projected image of Earth’s sun and bites the bullet.

“Why do you keep doing that?”

Lance lifts his head from Keith’s should and settles his chin in it’s place so that he gets a better view of Keith’s profile. “Doing what?”

Keith musters up the courage to turn his face and look directly into Lance’s eyes. Their noses are almost touching now. “Noticing all of these… I don’t know, these like, obscure little things about me that no one else notices. Like knowing I like black space jellies when I’ve never actually vocalized anything about that, or remember when Hunk tried to shove that plant in my face so I could smell it and you swatted it out of his hands because it looked like a tulip and you remembered I was allergic to them. Or knowing that my favorite color is blue and that my least favorite is burnt orange.”

“To be fair burnt orange is an awful color in general.”

“Okay, yeah, but you always know when I’m upset, or nervous, or happy because of some weird hand gesture that I usually don’t even know I’m doing until you point it out. Why do you know all of those things Lance? Why do you remember them?”

One of Lance’s eyebrows quirks up and he teases, “Do you really want to know?”

Keith let’s out an exasperated breath. “Well, I asked didn’t I? So yeah Lance, I want to know.”

The smirk falls off of Lace’s face and he shifts himself to sit on his feet so that his body is facing Keith’s. Lace keeps his eyes trained on the floor, looking like he’s waging some sort of internal battle, and when he finally looks back up at Keith there’s determination burning in his expression and maybe a little fear. 

Lance opens his mouth to speak…and then he closes it. He does this four times before bringing his folded hands up from his lap to cover his face. Lance complains into his hands in hushed Spanish. 

When he peaks out from between his fingers and then drops them uselessly back in his lap, his cheeks and ears are an adorable shade of red and he smiles at Keith sheepishly. “You know, for someone who talks so much, I’m really not all that great with words when it comes to stuff like this.” 

The words are accompanied by a self deprecating laugh. Keith frowns and tries to make his voice sound encouraging when he says “Take your time.”

Lance smiles, but there’s a bitter edge to it. “That’s the thing though, all I’ve been doing is taking my time. I’m kind of sick of it honestly. I keep trying to find the exact right words to say to you and I practice in my head and then as soon as I consider opening my mouth to say it, I just forget how to talk or I say something dumb. And it’s just so ridiculous, you know? Because it doesn’t have to be some drawn out dramatic speech like I keep telling myself. It’s actually just so stupidly simple and I don’t get why I’m so scared to mess it up. But really, how hard is it to say “because” and follow it up with three words? I look at you an I just…” Lance stares at him. “I just…” Lance lifts his hands and places them on either side of Keith’s face. 

Keith’s heart is trying to make its great escape by bludgeoning it’s way out of his chest. He’s pretty sure his entire rib cage is turning to dust and his body is down a set of lungs. They’ve just ceased existing. What are lungs? No clue, never heard of them.

“Keith.” Lance’s voice cracks just a little when he says the name and he swallows and starts again. “Keith. Keith Kogane. My buddy, my pal. I know that you have a sweet tooth, and that you love a good hug but don’t know how to ask for one when you need it. I know that you’re smart, and talented, and think butterscotch candies are the sole creation of the devil himself.”

Keith can’t help the laughter that escapes him and it makes Lance smile the way he always does when Keith so much as chuckles.

“I know that you have the best laugh I’ve ever heard. You have no idea how much I love that laugh. Seriously. I know you collect snow globes, and love conspiracy theories-”

“They’re not all just theories Lance, there’s a lot of evidence out -”

“Shhhhhh, you asked me a question and I’m trying to answer it and I’m kind of on a roll after mumbling for five minutes about how this wasn’t going to be some drawn out thing. But I’m just focusing on you instead of some practiced speech and I’m actually forming mildly coherent sentences, so be quiet. I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.”

“I know a bunch of tiny little facts about you, and yeah sure part of that is because I’m super observant and totally cool,” he winks, “but I notice all of those things specially about you because…” Lance swallows hard and takes a calming breath. “I lo-”

Keith has been told many times that he gives into impulses too quickly, that he’s too impatient. And…yeah, it’s true, absolutely, and he’s working on it. No, really, he is! Try as he might though, he couldn’t handle another second of wanting to kiss Lance and not doing it when the opportunity clearly presented itself. 

It’s not the smoothest first kiss, but it’s not all teeth and bumping noses either, and it leads into soft drawn out kisses, and kisses that can barely even be called that because the two of them are grinning so wide. 

When Keith pulls away a faux pouty expression take over Lance’s face. “You didn’t even let me finish.” He starts to waggle his eyebrows in the most obnoxious way possible and says “These lips were just irresistible huh? I guess I’m just too smoochable.”

How the hell does Keith find this so cute? 

“Hey, Keith?” 

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

cute scenario! sorry i took me so long to write haha, i’m terrible at keeping track of time and staying motivated.

i hope you enjoy this! also i’ll be sure to do V & Saeran soon enough i just need to find the time now that school has started up for me again :,)


YOOSUNG:
-alright so you two had a baby together a few years into your marriage
-you had a girl and you had named her mina for no other reason than it just sounded pretty
-mina was just a sweetheart, she was three and a half years old and overall just a really good child
-most of her features were yours but what definitely made her yoosung’s child were her bright amethyst hues and her smile that were both exactly the same as her father’s
-both you and yoosung took turns taking care of her but most of the time you were the one watching over her since you worked from home a lot but overall it was pretty even
-you never imagined you’d have to leave yoosung and mina alone but the job you worked required you to be out of town for a few days so you asked yoosung if he could watch her for a few days
-yoosung immediately said yes and shut down his clinic to be able to fully watch over her
-yoosung was a good dad and you trusted he would be able to handle things well so you just kissed both him and mina goodbye and left for your trip
-you had left while mina was taking a nap so when she woke up cranky and searching for you yoosung immediacy panicked
-despite the fact mina was a good well-behaved child, she had her tantrums every now and then like every other toddler. but hers were a fresh new level of hell
-yoosung knew she wouldn’t be happy to find out you had left especially in her state of post-nap crankiness so he did everything he could to keep her distracted from your sudden disappearance
-“where’s momma?”
-“aHA,, mina look at these cool pictures of cats i helped at the clinic the other day!!”
-she completely ignored your absence throughout the entirety of the first day you left because of yoosung’s constant distractions but it truly set in for her when you weren’t there to kiss her goodnight
-yoosung was at the foot of her bed reading her a story and when he looked up to check on her after she didn’t have anymore cute commentary on the plot of the story he saw the silent tears streaming down her face and yoosung was just like: oH NO
-mina then started full on sobbing while searching around the house for you with yoosung running after her trying to calm her down but nothing worked
-after she tuckered herself while continuing to cry yoosung called you and asked to video chat because mina was not calming down even after some of his most desperate attempts to soothe her
-when she saw you on the tiny screen she immediately lit up but she was still letting out a few sniffles here and there
-you two talked for a while with mina pressed up against yoosung’s chest as she held up his phone so both of them could show up on the small box on the side of the screen
-mina suddenly fell asleep out of nowhere and yoosung embarrassingly apologized for disturbing you so late at night but you just laughed it off and told him you were expecting her to find out you were gone sooner or later
-the first day may have been rough but the next few days that you were gone were a lot smoother with mina only crying twice, both of those times being at her spilling over her food/juice all over herself (what a poor baby she’s extremely clumsy just like her dad)
-after you came back home both of your babies were so happy to see you
-you’re not sure who cried harder, yoosung or mina
-you’re glad to be back with your small little family, where everything is always soft and warm and inviting.

ZEN:
-so you two put off having a baby for a while because of his career and just how quickly it was blossoming forth
-but one night you two hadn’t been so careful while having sex and ended up with a baby nine months later
-it was a baby boy that you had named taemin for no reason. really, it was just the first name zen said when he was holding him in his arms
-life while having to take care of a child as well as working and attending zen’s shows was a little hectic but you always made it work
-as time passed and taemin grew, things got a little easier and both you and zen were able to fully indulge yourself in your life together without having to worry about a newborn baby anymore as much
-taemin was now four years old and you wanted a night to yourself
-don’t get it wrong, you loved your boys a lot but one of your friends had invited you to her bachelorette weekend party and you couldn’t resist not going
-zen was on a small hiatus due to you requesting him to take a small break to rest after enduring a few small accidents in a few different musicals here and there
-since he was on this small break you already knew he would be taking care of taemin
-now taemin was a good kid. not only that but he was also beautiful, (he was the spitting image of zen as a child, beautiful white locks and all)
-but despite him being a good kid he could get a bit cranky and hard to control at times
-usually he would be casually outgoing and friendly but other times he would be biting at your arm or screaming at the top of his lungs because you said no to ice cream
-he was a little demon to deal with at time but you and zen loved him to death
-you were worried about taemin acting out on zen while you were gone because taemin was a big momma’s boy who tended to be more comfortable around you for no other reason other than that he just was
-nonetheless you packed your bags and left your two boys to fend for themselves while you took a small break for yourself
-taemin and zen were there to send you off when you went into the airport so taemin knew you were going to be gone
-everything was fine on the car ride back home but the moment both zen and taemin walked into the house taemin started sniffling quietly asking when you would come back while rubbing at his watery eyes in an attempt to hide his tears
-zen immediately felt himself go into protective mode after seeing his little boy cry and offered to take him to the park to get some fish shaped bread or ice cream
-taemin immediately lit up and the two went off to spend their afternoon in a park, eating junk food zen wouldn’t ever dream of eating on his own accord but wouldn’t mind doing so to make his son happy
-the next few nights you were gone went pretty well, with taemin and zen bonding over random television shows and zen’s musical talents
-(zen would probably never admit it but he beyond p y s c h e d when taemin told him he he wanted to possibly take after him in the future in the musical industry)
-despite the fact things went pretty well, taemin had little fits here and there over things like zen dropping his toys or him missing you late at night
-you returned home around 6 am and despite the fact you were beyond exhausted you were excited to see zen and taemin because even though you had fun you missed them the entire time
-you had tried your best to return quietly but taemin was already up and about and was now crying while tackling your legs and telling you how much he missed you
-a few moments later zen came out to do the same
-you were more than tired and a little bit delirious but you felt beyond happier to be back with your two favorite boys

JAEHEE:
-things with you and jaehee had been sweet and lovely for the most part
-you two ran the cafe together for a few years before deciding it was time to add another family member to the mix of your small little household
-you decided on adopting from a local orphanage because of jaehee’s fear of you or her getting hurt from carrying a donor’s baby
-it was a long process but you both got accepted and not too long after adopted a boy around the age of three named jinsoo
-at first he was very quiet and shy, so much so you and jaehee couldn’t get a single word out of him most of the time which made you both a little sadder than you’d like to admit but you understood that it would take time to build a relationship
-over the course of a year and few months jinsoo went from a shy boy who could never speak a single word to a talkative and imaginative child both you and jaehee loved beyond words
-he was always helping around the cafe or drawing pictures for both of you
-your little family was sweet and you were happy to be raising such a good and healthy child with the love of your life
-you never planned on going to visit your family without jaehee and jinsoo at your side but there was an emergency that required your attention as well as help so you reluctantly had to leave them both to go handle it
-though jaehee was a little sad at your sudden disappearance she would be able to make it work
-both of you never admitted it but jinsoo seemed to be more fond of you than jaehee
-it made you a little sad but you also understood why he would feel closer to you since you were the one who coaxed him out of his shell
-in the first day of your absence jinsoo seemed crankier than usual waking up
-jaehee ignored this and just worked around his stubbornness to get ready to go to the cafe
-jinsoo was sitting on the couch watching some random cartoon while jaehee made herself a cup of coffee
-jaehee put on her shoes and called for jinsoo to put on his own since it was time to go
-he walked towards the kitchen table and tippy tied to look up on it only to frown a little
-“where’s breakfast mama?”
-oh shoot
-shoot shoot shoot
-it suddenly hit jaehee that you were the one who usually made him breakfast
-jaehee felt embarrassment and shame practically radiate off her as she took off her shoes and went into the kitchen to pour jinsoo some cereal
-“mama, momma(you) usually makes me omurice that have a ketchup smiley face.”
-despite the fact it was absolutely precious that you took the time and effort to put smiley faces on jinsoo’s breakfast everyday jaehee still felt her soul leave her body
-she couldn’t cook to save her life!!
-sure she could bake and make drinks but that was completely different!
-jaehee made a poor excuse for omurice that jinsoo begrudgingly ate with a forced smile
-the entire day at the cafe jinsoo looked a little more down than usual
-so much so that some regular customers kept asking him if he was feeling alright
-during jaehee’s rushed lunch break she asked him about it
-jinsoo turned a bright red and twiddled with his fingers before opening his mouth to speak
-“momma(again, you) usually brings me coloring books and my 3DS and snacks to play with and eat while she’s busy. but she told me never to tell you because you’d get maybe mad.”
-jaehee felt her soul leave her body for probably the fortieth time that day, she was feeling like a failure of a parent!!
-throughout the rest of the day at the cafe she tried her best to entertain jinsoo like you usually did while at the same time working, and it was beyond exhausting
-she didn’t know how you did it!! she was so jealous but also proud of her lovely partner
-jinsoo and her video chatted with you later at night because he couldn’t go to sleep without you telling him some silly story you make up on spot
-the next few days were really similar to the first, jaehee just finding out more and more about you and jinsoo’s relationship, things she didn’t even know even after years of living with you both
-when you came home jaehee was beyond relieved to have someone there to support her and to be the ‘fun and cool’ parent because poor baehee was unable to fill in that role :((
-both your cute boy and cuter gal crushed you with hugs and kisses for like an entire day and you’ve never felt so loved
-you’re glad that you’re part of such a small but loving family

JUMIN:
-okay so he wanted children, real bad
-he never really talked to you about it though because you were both still young and he wanted to live both of your younger days together just being free and having fun
-but as time passed and you both got older you were the one to bring it up hesitantly at dinner
-he immediately just: “mc, let’s go make a baby right now.”
-and you are just like: “jumin please just let me finish this fancy salad first”
-after a few tries you were pregnant and had a set of twins!
-twins!!
-jumin wanted the gender to be a surprise for him but what was even more surprising was just to see you holding two babies instead of just one
-he was happy but also stressed at the thought of now being in charge of two precious little girls
-he named them because you were too tired and delirious to come up with or even say the names you wanted to give them after the birth
-jumin had named them yuna and hana
-(he wouldn’t tell you why he chose those names, no matter how many times you asked and bugged him about it so you just assumed it was because they were popular girl names in south korea)
-though it was hard you and jumin managed to raise them just fine, with the help of a few nannies and sitters of course (at jumin’s request so you could have time to rest)
-they were both now three years old, almost four, and you couldn’t be happier about being their mother
-they were very well-behaved and stoic in public but very spunky and cute in the privacy and comfort of their home (just like their dad!!)
-yuna was the calmer of the two and the one that looked more like jumin, with the sameface shape and cold sharp blue eyes, except she had your smile and nose
-hana was the more excitable out of both of them, she had your eye color as well as your dimples and face shape, but had the raven locks her father possessed
-jumin never let you travel alone and you never thought about leaving him and the girls together alone but you wanted them to bond without you in the room for once
-though they were close to jumin and he loved them dearly they never had time to really talk one on one
-he even missed christmas and the girl’s birthday this year because of work!!
-they were devastated and you wanted him to make it up to them
-so you cleared your afternoon schedule and went clothes shopping by yourself, leaving jumin and the girls alone at the penthouse
-it was beyond awkward not to have you around
-yuna and hana were both big daddy’s girls but you were the one giving them that push to get close to their father
-it was beyond intimidating to have your six foot tall father just stare at you from afar without saying anything
-after a while hana was the one to propose that they put a puzzle together
-both yuna and jumin’s eyes lit up because they were so bad at other games that an activity as simple as putting a puzzle together wasn’t so easy to mess up as other games were
-it started off innocently enough, with jumin just sitting on his living room floor putting a puzzle with a picture of kittens in the basket as the final result with his daughters but then it got intense
-yuno kept getting all mad at hana for not putting certain pieces together quick enough
-poor hana was just silently dying inside while watching yuno struggle and force two pieces to go together despite the fact they obviously weren’t meant to
-at one point yuno broke two pieces by squeezing them too tightly together and hana just started crying and jumin didn’t notice until he went to put a section of the puzzle near hana and noticed all the water drops covering her section
-he looked up to see hana just smiling while tears poured down her face and his heart just immediately dropped and he was just like: what what what wha-
-yuno was the fastest to react out of both of them and shoved the puzzle of the way and hugged hana’s neck, pulling her down on top of her while letting out a little laugh
-“stop crying dummy”
-“you and dada both are killing me at puzzles”
-jumin after a moment of letting everything sink in suddenly picks up both of his daughters and spins them around
-hana is laughing
-yuno is screaming
-it was an awkward afternoon filled with apologies to having been ‘killing’ hana at puzzles and then watching disney movies until they both fell asleep
-hana was laying against jumin’s right side and yuno was leaning against jumin’s left side and he has never felt so much pride and happiness than he did in that moment
-no good meeting or good business deal or money made him as happy as just being surrounded by junk food and two sleeping girls while watching moana silently by himself, for the millionth time
-in his little moment of feeling happy and warm he fell asleep too, head lolled back against the couch while smiling
-you returned home a little late to find your little family all curled up in clearly uncomfortable positions while watching what seemed to be the rolling credits to a movie
-you let out a little snort which caused jumin to wake up immediately (light sleeper)
-he adjusted to the light surrounding him before looking you up and down and smiling softly
-he mouthed ‘my love, welcome home’ silently while gesturing you to come closer
-you did as you were told, now curling up in his lap as you tried not to disturb your girls that were happily snoozing away
-you wrapped your arms around his neck and let out a satisfied sigh
-“i’m assuming it was a good afternoon?” you questioned in a whisper as jumin slightly chuckled into your ear
-“indeed so, even better now that i’m surrounded by my favorite girls.”
-you were beyond glad, your family was healthy and happy and jumin han was still the sweetest man alive
-what more could you ask for?

SAEYOUNG:
-alright so you two were young and dumb for the first few years of your relationship
-he married you after like a year of dating and you couldn’t be happier
-after messing around too recklessly one night you ended up pregnant
-you were scared about how he would react but you told him anyways, not expecting him to burst into tears while sinking to his knees and then lean his head against your stomach
-after nine months of him preparing to be a father and saeran scolding both of you when catching you eating junk food the day had come
-the birthing was long and painful and you didn’t even see or hear the baby’s gender much less how many babies there really were
-triplets
-you had triplets
-saeyoung was sobbing, saeran was silently crying inside, and you were just confused onto why you were now holding three babies with tufts of red hair peeking out beneath different colored blankets
-it was beyond hellish to raise three kids when saeyoung was still a child himself
-at times it felt like you were raising four kids instead of just three
-out of the three babies you had one of them was a girl and two were boys
-you had named the girl minjun, and saeyoung had name the boys seojun and jiho
-the three of them were both now four years old and you and saeyoung (as well as saeran) were beyond psyched that they could now walk and talk and do normal everyday things without your constant guidance
-it was just cute to see them communicate with each other and to see them grow and learn as time passed
-seojun and jiho were exactly like saeyoung, bright red orangish hair and honey glazed hues
-except they had your face shape and smile, something saeyoung loved beyond words
-minjun had been born with bright red hair but it mellowed out in your hair tone, except a little brighter
-she had a darker shade of eye color that was similar to saeyoung’s and she had his face shape and smile
-something that made you beyond happy
-you loved your boys a lot but at times they could be very cruel to their sister, both not including her in their games or sometimes tugging at her hair a little too hard almost always resulting in tears from her
-saeran would always jokingly ask her if he wanted him to beat them up but she always declined despite the fact all they did was mercilessly tease her
-god she was such a sweetheart
-you never left any of your family alone.
-no matter where you went or who you went with they would always be at your side or right behind you
-some may have assumed it was because you were overprotective but really it was just because you wanted to experience life with your beautiful lover and your small family as well as saeran all by your side
-you had an emergency come up that would require you to travel for a few days, except for once in their four years of life the triplets weren’t going with you, and neither was saeyoung nor saeran
-you had some very personal matters to attend to immediately and you left as quickly as you could, leaving saeyoung in charge and hoping for the best
-now, saeyoung wasn’t the best father per say
-don’t get it wrong! he was a very funny dad! and very involved in the lives of his children more than his father had ever been in his life and he was very caring and sweet, always finding a way to cheer his kids up and keep them happy
-except, he was terrible at taking firm control of different situations
-he didn’t have the heart to say no to his kids much less scold them
-most of the time it was saeran scolding him and his kids for their troublesome antics, which you were more than grateful for
-the first day you had left hadn’t been too eventful
-it was just the boys being troublesome and reckless, like usual, and minjun just minding her business playing with her dolls
-it wasn’t until jiho snatched one of her many dolls from her hands and popped its head right off with ease did things go downhill
-his deviant smile disappeared right from his face when minjun just stayed silent, tears streaming down her face as she clenched her fists together tightly
-saeyoung was in the other room, working on little toy robots here while humming a tune until a shriek snapped him out of his calm little daze
-he sprinted out into the next room to find minjun sobbing her heart out and jiho screaming at the top of his lungs as she tugged at his red locks harshly
-saeyoung broke them apart as quickly as he could while seojun watched quietly from the corner, fear quite evident in his honey hues
-after a little while minjun was being held tightly by saeran and saeyoung was comforting but also scolding jiho
-“i’m so sorry you got hurt but don’t do that minjun’s toys. i need you to stop being so cruel or else you’ll never have anyone in your life.”
-it may have been a bit harsh but jiho got the message rather quickly and looked over at minjun, who was leaning against saeran’s chest with her back.
-eyes droopy and ringed with red as she lazily glanced at her brother before looking at the ground and twiddling with her fingers
-both jiho and minjun simultaneously started crying while over to minjun, unintelligible gurgles of possible apologies erupting from their throats as the crushed their sister with a hard hug to which she somehow accepted without much trouble
-saeyoung let out a sigh of relief as saeran just watched the children make up with a soft smile
-the three of them became closer that day, to which saeyoung was forever grateful for, and  no more problems occurred for the rest of the days you were gone
-but it was still quite obvious your kids missed you
-all three of them were crankier than usual and didn’t laugh at saeyoung’s jokes as much as they did when you were here
-at one point he caught all three of them complaining about his sad attempt at making macaroni
-he was..beyond hurt
-so much so that in that moment he fell to the ground while holding his chest and spewing out some tragic macbeth lines while his kids only stared in horror, obviously gullible and distressed
-“papa! what-what we do?”
-“you-you, should’ve eaten the…macaroni..”
-if they were even remotely cranky before that they were even crankier now
-it was a pain in the ass for saeyoung to deal with now all three of their antics now that they were all close and buddy-like but he somehow made it work
-he accepted their hair pulling and kicks to the shin with a smiling face while dishing out a few scolds here and there
-he was beyond exhausted the fifth day you were gone, so much so that he didn’t even notice the kids scribbling all over your private study’s white walls
-he was just casually taking a nap until he felt saeran shaking him while scolding him
-“not to alarm you or anything, but your kids just completely ruined MC’s white walls with their… ‘art’.”
-what?
-“saeyoung! jiho, minjun, seojun, mommy’s home!”
-wAIT WHAT
-saeran looked up at the entrance of the bunker with a small smile while saeyoung felt his soul leave his body
-the three little bundles of nothing but pure destruction came out laughing and smiling while crushing you in hugs while saeyoung forced a smile on his face while letting out a laugh of his own, a nervous one
-you squinted your eyes at him before walking over to him, your children dangling all over your limbs as you easily took long strides
-“what’s wrong honey?” you asked, worry painting your features
-suddenly saeyoung placed both his hands on your face and pulled you in for a kiss, to which you hesitantly responded to at first before full kissing him long and hard, evidence that you had missed him quite evident in the kiss
-after a short while you pulled back, your eyes were closed and mouth slightly parted and saeyoung felt his heart curl at the sight
-you were still as beautiful as you were the first time he kissed you
-“what did you do?”
-what
-“honey,” you stated with an icy tone as you stared at him blankly
-“what, did, you, do?” you asked once more as he fiddled with his fingers
-“i-it’s not something i did but rather your children.”
-his kids all snapped their heads to him as shock painted their faces
-their father had ratted them out! for once in his life!
-you looked at the kids dangling from your limbs and cocked your head at them, a sweet but dangerous smile pulling at your features
-“what did you guys do while mommy was gone, hm?”
-before saying anything they all started crying, not wanting to face the terror that was both your scolding and punishments for being naughty
-saeyoung put his hands together in a praying symbol while mouthing “please forgive me” over and over again
-you only found out about your white walls through saeran, because both your children and saeyoung were too petrified of you to even say anything
-it was hellish to deal with all the chaos that was this family, but you’d never give it up. you loved saeyoung’s crazy antics and your children’s even crazier antics, and saeran’s calm nature.
-it was all well-balanced and you loved it more than words could ever even begin to explain.

Let’s be history detectives...

As I’ve been posting old photos from my collection on here and my personal blog I’ve mentioned a few times that my favorite thing in the world is to buy historical photos/albums/diaries/etc. with little or no identification and try to track down clues about them.

I’ve received a few PMs (and get questioned often in real life) as to how I go about this, so I thought I would document the project I’m working on today to give people a basic idea of my process.

TODAY’S PROJECT…

is this “A Line A Day” five year diary which covers the years 1933-1937.

I’ve featured it before on Ye Olde News for it’s page of “Nothing Special” entries.

The diary has no name in it and the majority of the entries are incredibly vague such as “I went downtown” or “It snowed today”.

Let’s see what we can find out.

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Parking

For my dear @edierone, in response to her fantastic prompt: “The directions were unclear, but they’ve clearly missed a turn or something; they’re miles away from where they were supposed to be, and definitely going to miss the last flight out.”

Title: Parking

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Timeline: Season 7, post Rush

A/N: Mega-thanks to @piecesofscully for giving it the once over and correcting my mistakes. I swear to God, I will one day learn where commas go and when to capitalize or not capitalize things…

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The busy expressway they had been barrelling down has slowly transitioned and narrowed into a one lane highway. Scully adjusts her speed, guiding the silver Taurus along a soft curve through the thick Virginia forest. Mulder is quiet in the passenger seat, an unopened bag of sunflower seeds sitting untouched in the cupholder as he gazes at the passing trees through the window. He jumps in surprise at the gentle touch of Scully’s hand sliding over his knee, the soft caress startling him out of his reverie.

“Sorry. I guess I zoned out there for a little bit, Scully.”

Scully smiles, her eyes jumping back and forth from his face to the bumpy country road. “I said I think I might have missed a turn or an exit some ways back. Can you check the map?”

Mulder nods his head and reaches for the glove box, digging through receipts and paperwork.

“You ok, Mulder? You’re awfully quiet. You haven’t said much since leaving the hospital.”

Mulder speaks as he unfolds the map. “Sorry, I uh, I guess I’ve just been lost in nostalgia. This case has me reminiscing about what it was like to be a teenager, the desire to always be older and faster, the excitement for new stages of life, the angst. I think you should turn around up here.”

Scully slows down and checks the surrounding traffic before swinging the car into a U-turn.

“Do you miss it?” she asks.

“What?” he asks as he studies the Virginia state map.

“Being a teenager.”

He looks up from his lap to ponder the question before responding. “No. Yes. No.” Heaving a sigh he looks at her and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. Do you?”

“Hmm.” She pushes a lock of hair out of her eyes and adjusts grip on the steering wheel. “I miss the lack of responsibility, but I certainly don’t miss the tumultuousness of that time.”

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anonymous asked:

Ok let's be real if I was dating a girl who can go anywhere in the world in less than an hour we'd go visit new places every weekend. So if you feel like it maybe supercorp traveling around the world for those supergirl prompts? (Also I guess Ireland is a must)

SO…. I turned this prompt into a prompt for a visiting Ireland one-shot! Hope you still like it!


“Did you like Ireland?”

Kara and Lena lay intertwined on their bed, Kara’s head on Lena’s chest as Lena tapped on her tablet and played with Kara’s hair.

“From what I remember of it…”

“Do you miss it there?”

Lena sighed as she set her tablet next to them on the bed knowing there was something that Kara was thinking about that wasn’t going to go away until they talked about it.

“What’s brought on all the questions Kara? What’s wrong?”

Kara rolled off Lena onto her stomach, propping her chin in her hands.

“I was thinking… we should go to Ireland.”

“You want to go to Ireland?”

“You haven’t been since you were a child, you always talk about how much you want to back and visit. And we’ve both been working like crazy…so I thought a weekend off would be nice. I could get J'onn to cover m-“

“You can’t do Ireland in a weekend Kara, even with access to the L-corp private jet the flights alone would take up most of the weekend.”

“I could fly us there…”

“You want to carry me across the ocean? To Ireland?”

“Don’t you trust me?” Kara’s eyes danced, she knew Lena hated flying, it was something they had been working on. She also knew there was no way that Lena was going to turn this down.

“Always.”

//

They planned for this to be more of a trip down memory lane for Lena than it was anything else. Lena had been right to say that they would need more than a weekend to truly see Ireland, even with Kara’s super speed. So they stayed in a beautiful hotel Lena had booked for them in Bray, the area outside Dublin where her mom had been living when she met Lionel, and had been her home the first four years of her life, and explored the area.

//

Lena wasn’t ready to see the house her mother lived in yet, afraid it wouldn’t match the house she had built in her head from her vague disjointed memories. Unable to voice her fears, she and Kara walked around the neighbourhood looking into shop windows, Kara listening intently to the pieces of stories Lena still had locked away. They weren’t stories that came up often, stories of Ireland or of Krypton, but Kara knew that Lena grasped to those memories much like she did, holding onto little pieces of the world that had been torn away from her.

It was dusk by the time they finally slowed down, deciding to stop for a coffee.

“Do we need to go back to the hotel room for the key to the house?” Kara tried to ask causally, not wanting for force Lena into anything if she wasn’t ready. Even if it had been Lena’s casual confession a few months ago that she had found and purchased the house shortly after turning 18 but had never visited that had prompted Kara into suggesting the trip in the first place.

“It’s in my purse.” Taking the last sip of her coffee Lena rose from her seat eyebrow quirked as Kara quickly gulped back her last few mouthfuls abandoning their mugs on the table as she followed her out the door.

The air had grown cold as the sun disappeared and wind blew in over the water. Lena’s hand buried in Kara’s warm pocket, Kara’s hand wrapped protectively over her own as she gripped it with white knuckle strength. Her other arm snug around her waist clutching her coat in an attempt to settle her anxiety and cut out the wind.

It felt like forever before they were at the short iron gate locked in place above stairs leading down in between a tiered garden to a little brown brick house. Lena took a deep breath, she didn’t recognize it from the outside, only remembering that there had been a great big garden lush with plants. Which it probably would have had if the garden was in full bloom and she was still looking at it from the perspective of a four year old. Grasping the gate she pulled it open letting Kara pass through first, securing the gate behind them and heading to the door.

It was a two floor home, the kitchen, living room and dining room on the main floor, and three bedrooms on the second floor and a small sun room off the back. Kara snuck away peeking through doors and exploring cupboards as Lena slowly made her way through the house.

“Lena?” Kara’s call floated up the stairs to Lena rooted to the spot in one of the bedrooms overlooking the backyard. Moving away from the window Lena made her way back down the stairs.

“Kara. I remember which room was mine. I remember the tree outside the windo-“

Lena cut off as she found Kara squatting in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. Her fingers ghosting over the flat surface.

“You were so tiny.” Kara whispered as her fingers traced a smudged pencil line with Lena’s name scrolled down next to it.

There were other names on the wall around her’s, probably from the family that had been living in the house after her mother passed. But the four lines marking her height each year still remained, a small reminder of the time she had spent there. Standing up Kara rummaged through her bag until she pulled out a pen she had clipped to a small coil notebook. Holding a hand out to Lena she pulled her towards the door and out of her daze.

“No cheating.” Kara stared down at her feet still sitting in heels a couple inches tall. Rolling her eyes Lena slipped out of them feeling herself sink as she dutifully lined her feet against the wall standing still as Kara dragged the pen above her head marking another line and writing Lena’s name and the date.

“There.”

“Not quite.” Lena smiled as she switched places taking the pen from Kara’s hand and running it on the wall just above her head and adding Kara’s name. “That’s better.”

Lena smiled as Kara pulled her into an embrace kissing her temple as they stared at the two new names on the wall.

The Best He Can

Characters: Baby, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Y/N Y/L/N (Reader), Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Donna Hanscum, Jody Mills

Pairing: Dean x Reader, John x Mary, Sam x Amelia (briefly mentioned - only as in canon)

Warnings: Implied smut, pregnancies, cheating, nothing other than that really aside from canon deaths and angst.      

Word Count: 5800ish (woops!)

A/N: This is written for Baby’s Big 50 writing challenge hosted by @butiaintgonnaloveem and it is told from Baby’s PoV. She is still a car, but she is the one to tell the story, much like the episode Baby but done with words. I hope this worked out as well as I hoped it would.

My prompt was Allman Brothers Band - Rambling Man - I am sure I could have used it better but these were the lines that really inspired me when I wrote this fic: Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man, Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can.

This is sorta a rewrite of the entire series. Very boiled down and written through Baby’s eyes.. Headlights? Whatever :P Just read it :D

Thanks to the sweet amazing @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

I have been lucky in my time on Earth, even if I have been through more than most. Sal, as flawed as he was, was a good man. He tried to do the best he knew how to with the short time he was given. He wanted to save people even if he couldn’t save himself. So he drove me around, giving Bibles away to people he felt needed some guidance, right up until the day he drank himself to death.

Standing on that lot at Rainbow Motors, I missed him. He had treated me right, and I had no way of knowing if the next guy would. I feared the uncertainty then like I never have since. When he walked up, I knew where I belonged. Even if he wasn’t the guy that took me home, I felt a connection to that man I was not going to understand for years, but I knew I belonged with him.

It wasn’t just the way he talked about me. The way he admired me. He spoke as if he knew me. Like I was important. I was sad to see him go, but John Winchester gave me some good years. He took care of me, and he loved me. So did Mary. They were amazing people, but in all my 10 years with them, the nights I felt the most important were nights I only came to understand later on.

One night after being to a drive in movie, Mary and John didn’t quite make it home. They spend the night in my backseat, and I felt their love as they loved each other. They had done this before of course, but there was something special about that night. I could feel it then, and nine months later, when John was forcing me to go as fast as I could to get to the hospital in time, I knew what it had been.

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