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Something Else (NSFW)

#Challenge of Raven. @bloodstained-porcelain-doll

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Characters: Alpha!Sam Winchester, Omega!Reader
Warnings: ABO dynamics, dirty talk, smut, shameless smut, knotting sex, breeding kink, straight PWP. I’m using @kittenofdoomage ABO rules here. @bloodstained-porcelain-doll beta’ed this.
Prompt: “I love hearing your voice when you sing, but baby, right now Daddy needs you to use your mouth for something else…”


Originally posted by itsokaysammy

“Nasty, naughty boy” was playing so loud on your headphones that you wouldn’t be able to hear a shot if someone used a gun by your side, but who cared? You were alone in the bunker, Dean had left with Castiel when you reached pre-heat and Sam was on a supply run. So, you could dance and sing without anyone interrupting you. You danced slowly, singing loudly and not even caring if someone walked in on you.

You felt Sam’s scent seconds before he pressed himself against you. Your legs weakened instantly when you realised how hard he was and how strong he smelled. His rut had hit earlier than expected.

Your headphones were pulled out and tossed on the table a few inches from Sam’s hands, and he put his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love hearing your voice when you sing, but baby, right now Daddy needs you to use your mouth for something else…”

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ironic dyslexia

pairing: lin x reader (go figure)

prompt: dyslexic author writes a book that lin loves and he meets her and invites her to see hamilton

warnings: hastag makeout and swearing

word count: 3,069

a/n: happy to write some more for you all. this is one of my favorites. kind of pointless, very sweet. i love lin, but what’s new honestly (ps mY SISTER GOT ENGAGED AND IM SO HAPPY)



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Today was hard. You could usually manage, but there was something about today that just made writing so fucking hard. God, you couldn’t even get through a paragraph without the little red line haunting every mistake you made while typing. You had an interview today with a publishing company - what if they asked you to read a chapter from your book? The job would be gone the first time you messed up your w’s and m’s. You groaned, pushing your computer away from you seat at the diner.

It was strange. You would go to type a ‘g’ and think, “g is the lowercase version of G,” and “G looks like a 6,” so you would type a 6. It took much longer for you to get your thoughts out, and you often had to stop and think about what you were writing. God, you hoped they wouldn’t give you a typing test. Do they even still do those?

The waiter brought over a plate of hash browns and your cup of coffee. You ate silently, hoping that maybe the food and caffeine would lift your moral. Dyslexia was hard enough, but being an author made it ten times worse.

Your mom laughed - actually laughed out loud - when you told her that you were writing your first book. She thought you had been completely joking. You pushed it though, not only proving her wrong, but more importantly proving to yourself that a disability wasn’t your definition.

And you did. Your first book was off the charts, every day gaining more attention and praise. You even did a segment on The Ellen Show; that’s what happens when you work your ass off.

You had just started packing up your laptop when a voice startled you.

“Excuse me?”

Your head turned quickly as you jumped back slightly. You settled when you realized it was just a young girl. She was kicking the ground, embarrassed. You laughed lightly, “Yes?”

She looked back up to you - she couldn’t be older than ten. “Are you Y/N?”

You nodded, “What can I do for you, love?”

Her smile grew. She pushed a piece of hair from eyes behind her ear, “My mom read me your book and it’s my favorite.”

Taking in a breath, you grinned. This was a whole new community of people that you hadn’t expected to reach, “Thank you so much, that means the world to me.”

She smiled a little bigger, “I have dyslexia too,” she said. Then, instantly embarrassed, she looked back down.

Your heart swelled; you were rarely confronted about your reading disability. Still, rather than being sheepish over the comment, you felt empowered - inspired even.

You leaned in a little closer, touching her shoulder. “Don’t ever let it stop you from doing what you love, okay?”

She looked back up, then nodding a little, she gave you a hug before running back to the table where her dad sat. He gave you a nod of gratitude before looking back to his daughter.

Honest to God, this had never happened to you before. Sure, you had met a few teens who had read your book, but never anyone younger. Even then, never someone who had felt empowered by reading your story. It was a story about a beach house for God’s sake. And they probably had no idea how many times you spelt ‘beach’ 'baech.’ Still, your heart smiled at the gesture. Maybe today wouldn’t be so hard after all.

Pulling your bag over your shoulder, you headed towards the door before you were stopped once again.

“Wait!” Someone called from behind you, your foot halfway out the door. You were rarely noticed in public - and especially not twice in one morning.

It was a man with a shoulder length hair, the top pulled back from his face. He had a book in his hand. It wasn’t until he was right in front of you that you recognized the cover; it was your book. You let a small smile escape, a blush flooding your cheeks. He was handsome.

He let out half a grin, “Y/N?” You nodded, cueing him to continue. “I’m a huge fan - I’m actually kind of awestruck right now and I’m rambling because you’re very pretty and very talented and -”

You laughed, interrupting him, “Thank you.”

He took in a sharp breath, shoving an outstretched hand towards you, “I’m Lin.”

You shook his hand, thinking about how Lin shouldn’t be too difficult to remember. “Y/N,” you greeted, hoping your hands weren’t too clammy.

After a moment of holding your hand too long, he quickly pulled back, scratching the back of his neck.

“What can I do for you?” You asked softly, bringing his eyes back to yours.

“Oh!” He laughed, extending the book towards you, “I was wondering if you could sign my book for me.”

You fished around your bag for a pen for a moment before realizing that he had a sharpie in his hand. You giggled before started writing in his book.

Lin -
     Thank you so much for reading my book. And don’t worry - your nervous ramble was adorable.
     Always,
          Y/N

Rereading your note to make sure you hadn’t mixed any letters up, you debated on adding your phone number, but you figured that was much riskier than you felt like being.

He gratefully took the book back, shutting it before even reading it. Shaking his head slightly, he smiled, “My cast is going to flip.”

“Cast?” You questioned, suddenly confused.

“Uh, yeah - I’m in this musical about Alexander Hamilton.” He said sheepishly.

Your eyes went wide, “The one here?”

He nodded, “Why? Is there more than one?” He threw you a wink, making your heart skip despite your eye roll.

Still, you giggled before shaking your head, “I don’t think so. My sister just saw it a few weeks ago.”

He smiled with his entire face, “Really? What’d she think of it?”

“She said it was incredible.”

Lin laughed before doing a little dance, “I can try and score you some tickets - the cast would love to meet you. We’ve all read your book.”

You snatched his copy from his, causing his brows to furrow. Quickly, under your name you scribbled out your number. He smirked at the addition, accepting the book once more.

“Call me?” You asked, using your back to push the door open.

“Definitely,” he said, waving slightly as you walked off. Once you had turned around completely, he gave himself a power fist. “Go Lin,” he smirked.


And call he did. Ten minutes after you left the shop, actually.

“I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fake number,” he defended.

Feeling flirty, you teased back, “Why would I give a cute guy a fake number?”

“Because you’re way out of his league?” He curbed, making your face flush red.

“Tease,” you mumbled under your breath.


He called that night too: “I wanted to double check it wasn’t a fake number.”

“Lin, you already called me. You know it’s real.”

“Okay, maybe I just wanted to talk to you some more.”


And again in the morning, you hadn’t even gotten out of bed.

“Good morning!” He chirped, eliciting a groan out of you as you quickly turned down the volume on your phone.

“Too early,” you mumbled.

“Noted,” he said before continuing. “I got you a ticket for Friday night.”

This seemed to wake you up, “Really?”

He nodded before realizing you couldn’t see him, “Does that work?”

“Yeah,” you said, sitting up and smoothing back your hair. “What do I wear?” You thought aloud.

He laughed, “A dress. But comfortable. It’s a long show.”

“Okay,” you grinned, “Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he answered quickly. “But you have to promise to meet the cast afterwards - they’ll be pissed if they know they didn’t get to meet you.”

“Absolutely. I’ll be the starstruck one.”

“Doubtful,” he said. You could practically hear his smirk through the phone.


You were writing again the next day. Your mind was elsewhere, thinking about Lin and what dress to wear and Friday. Still, when you went back to correct your mistakes, your writing had a different tone to it; much lighter and more fluid.

Friday came soon enough and you were a wreck. You had called your sister and explained what happened. She instantly gushed about how attractive Lin was - and how talented he was. You called him after, frustrated that he hadn’t told you he was the star of the show.

“You’re telling me that my writing is good, but you’re an Emmy winner for your musicals! I feel like you gassed me up.” You heard him laugh through the phone, making you frown. “Lin,” you whined.

“Okay, okay!” He giggled, “I play Alexander Hamilton in Hamilton, but I didn’t gas you up. I’m actually obsessed with your book.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled. He only laughed again.

“You’re adorable,” he settled on, making you blush. “But seriously, Jasmine - you’ll meet her, she is so talented - was the first to read it, right? She gave it to Pippa - you’ll meet her too - and then Diggs -“

“His name is Diggs?”

“Daveed Diggs, he’s ridiculous. He’s a rapper.”

“Sweet.”

“And then they gave it to me because they wouldn’t shut up about the book, and they were annoyed that I couldn’t talk about it with them.”

You were smiling by now, listening smoothly, “So you’ve got a book club,” you teased.

He threw his head back, “I suppose you could call it that.”

The two of you talked for the rest of the night, by the time it was midnight, he suggested that you just come over.

“Lin, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Well, it depends how you look at it, in some parts of the world -“

“Lin,” you laughed. “For someone who has a never ending supply of energy, how is it that you don’t need sleep? It’s so ironic.”

He smiled into the phone, “Says the dyslexic author.”

You let out a hard laugh. It was new to laugh so freely about something that had limited you for so long. He wasn’t using it against you, simply acknowledging it.

“Too far?” He asked, suddenly nervous.

“Absolutely not. It feels good to laugh about it. To recognize it.”

Lin smiled, “I’ll see you tomorrow at the show?”

“In a dress,” you returned.

“Goodnight,” he said, lingering.

“Goodnight, Lin,” you said. You waited a moment before handing up the phone. You fell asleep smiling that night.

You spent an hour picking out a dress. An hour. Even then, you settled on a simple low cut red dress - it wasn’t even that excessive! Still, you curled your hair and did your makeup, giving yourself ample time to get to the theater.

The show started at seven and you arrived around 6:30. A few people noticed who you were, a pair of teenage girls even asked if you were planning on writing more.

“I’m working on something right now, actually,” you smiled, playing the tease you knew you were.

Their eyes lit up as they begged for details. You laughed as you shook your head, “Sorry! You’ll just have to wait.”

After snapping a photo with them, you found your seat, still clutching your playbill. You flipped through the book, a paper falling out with the cast list on it. The cast changed frequently, so they used scrap paper instead of printing the bios and photos of the new actors. Your heart leapt when you saw Lin’s name across the dotted line of Alexander Hamilton.

The lights dimmed and the show began, the beat instantly pulling you in. You had no idea what you were in for, but boy, did you love it.


You weren’t sure what to do at the end of the show to be completely honest. After the final bow, you were overwhelmed to say the least. Sure, you had written a book. But that? Hamilton? They just made magic onstage.

You waited a few minutes before deciding to text him. What was he thinking? What were you thinking? You had absolutely no idea where to go or who to talk to. Before you could get your phone out of your bag, however, an usher had placed a hand on your arm.

“Miss L/N?” He smiled. When you nodded, he continued, “Mr. Miranda asked that I invite you backstage.”

A smile rushed your face as you followed him towards a back door, still gripping your playbill as if your life depended on it.

The guy who had played Hercules Mulligan was waiting for you behind the door. Thanking the usher, he pulled you back into the dark hallways with a grin so big it filled his face. He hugged you, making you jump for a moment before accepting the gesture and returning it quickly.

“I’m Oak, I love your book.” He said as he pulled away.

“I loved your performance,” you smiled, feeling awestruck.

He laughed but was abruptly shoved away, “Oh my gosh,” the girl behind him said.

“Jas, this is Y/N,” Oak introduced.

A curly head bobbed over, instantly hugging you, “You are one of my biggest inspirations.”

You took in a breath, softly thanking her before hugging her back. When you pulled away, you squinted before asking, “You’re Jasmine, right?”

She nodded quickly, slightly slapping Oak on the chest before turning and whispering, “She knows who I am.” Suddenly, Jasmine was pulled away from you to reveal a dressed down Lin. He had on some sweats and a black Hamilton tee. The sight of him made your heart skip. Who the hell looked that good in sweats? He was unreal.

He puffed up his cheeks before slowly breathing out.

“Hi,” you said.

Lin shook his head slightly before offering a hand and leading you away. Gratefully, you accepted. His hand left yours, resting on the small of your back, flooding your body with fire; making you burn.

His lips trailed to your ear, slowly breathing out, “You look incredible.” Electricity traveled down your spine as his words hit you.

You tried to push your smile down, but his hand fit perfectly and his hair was messy but he was so damn hot and you couldn’t help it.

“Only one person to dress for,” you quipped, moving a little closer to him, as if there was any room between you. He let out a soft groan, moving you more curtly to his dressing room.

He took a deep breath when he got into the room, as if to calm himself down. Lin pulled you to the couch, sitting much closer than two friends would.

“So what did you think?” He asked, nudging your shoulder, “Was your sister right?”

You let out a laugh before you nodded, “For the first time in her life.” You turned to face him. His grin made it’s way to his eyes, “You are ridiculously talented,” you said, still starstruck.

“Then I won’t let you see Javi play Hamilton. You might like him more than me,” he laughed. His laugh was breezy, like the conversation wasn’t filled with heat.

“Who says I like you?” You said, your brows furrowed, a teasing tone making its way off your lips.

“That dress,” he said quickly, easily. You let out small gasp, rarely allowing yourself to flirt so liberally. Speechless, you shook your head with a smile on your lips. He played off of this, taking your hand in his. “But seriously, you liked it?” He asked, turning the subject.

You nodded instantly, “It… was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

He rolled his eyes, “That’s exaggerating.”

“Maybe, but it was still amazing.” You shrugged.

He was closer than he was before. When did he get so close?

“You’re amazing,” he tried.

You crinkled your nose, “Cheesy.”

He giggled, placing his other hand on your cheek before touching his lips to yours. Melting immediately, your hands found his neck and you pulled him closer. His hands dropped back to your hips as his lips molded yours. Your lips parted as his kisses got longer, hotter. You sighed into him, tugging his hair lightly when he nipped your bottom lip. The fire in your chest had traveled to every part of your body and you had never felt so good.

“Dude! Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was here - oh shit!” Someone yelled, barging into the dressing room and causing you two to pull apart. Accidentally, you smacked Lin in the face as you jumped back to the end of the couch.

“Shit,” you both groaned, you in embarrassment, him in pain. Reaching towards him, your placed your hand back to his jaw where it had previously been in much different context.

He laughed lightly, “I’m okay,” he assured you. Your eyes were still worried so he leaned forward and pecked your lips once more, making you smile.

A curly haired boy walked in sheepishly alongside Jasmine. Lin laughed, flopping back on the couch. “Go figure.” He laughed.

The boy furrowed his brows, letting out a slight huff.

Throwing a hand up, he introduced you, “Anthony, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Anthony.”

You offered a small wave, your blush undeniable. Quickly, Jasmine broke the tension with a laugh, “You couldn’t even lock the door, Lin?”

Lin face palmed, slapping a hand over his eyes. You looked down, trying not to giggle (and failing). Maybe it was the way Jasmine leaned so easily against the counter, like this was something enjoyable for her to see, or maybe the way Lin had kept one hand around your waist during the entire affair, but you weren’t nearly as embarrassed as you should be.

“We’re going to get some pizza if you want to come,” Anthony said, scratching the back of his neck.

Jasmine was quick to kid, just like Lin, “Unless you guys are preoccupied.”

Lin groaned, standing up and ushering out the door, mumbling something in Spanish before turning back to you, “I am so sorry.”

You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it. I love your cast.”

He was back to the couch, sitting just as close as he had before. “Oh yeah?” He grinned, giving you no time to respond before his lips were back on yours.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if I'm late for the drabble game but I have been thinking about this for a while. Can you please do a Taehyung's POV from Zaddy 3, that part when he's coming to see her, and the whole fight? That part when she's scared of him, the whole almost- slapping thing it's one of my fav parts, you're genius. ❤ I hope I'm not late for the party, but don't feel pressured or anything.. 😇

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dat-imagine-tho  asked:

I just thought of something sad. I'm picturing a neglected child Severus and, well most children who are neglected (physically; who go without food) tend to hide food. Now all I'm thinking of is baby First Year Sev pocketing food from the Great Hall and hiding it under his pillow in his dorm.

Severus had never seen so much food in his entire life.  Even the meager grocery shop down the street (where he’d nicked more than a couple loaves of bread when there was no money and his stomach has won out over his sense of morality), was a pittance in comparison.

He ate as slowly as he dared, hiding bits of food in his napkin when he felt no eyes on him. Oddly enough, he had barely any appetite, though he gorged himself anyway.  Lucius Malfoy had known his name! Severus had swelled with pride at that.  Pureblooded families stuck together, even disgraced Pureblooded families it seemed.  Probably due to how few offspring there were.  He knew at once that his mother had called in a favor. Abraxas Malfoy, who his mother had spoken about in reverent tones, had come through.  But first thing first.  Food.  As much of it as he could carry back to his dorm room without being spotted.  Severus had already managed a halfway serviceable Stasis Charm earlier that evening while practicing spells with Lily.  They would show Hogwarts who the best first year students would be.  He was certain that Lily, with her knack for instinctive magic, would be a natural at charms.  She practically breathed magic.  Severus’ magic, however, was always so reactive- only when he’d been provoked to the breaking point, which sadly never took long.  The first time he’d tried the Stasis Charm, he’d burnt his subject (a discarded crisp) to ash.  However, with enough control over his emotions, he was able to get it to levitate in the Stasis Bubble quite well indeed.

Severus was glad that he’d set aside part of his trunk to be a pantry.

He’d read about the feasts at Hogwarts, of course. He’d dreamed of them while sitting on the roof and looking at the stars in the summer, his father thundering with drunken rage in the house below.  He’d imagined the flavors he’d sample when he’d forced himself to shove something putrid and boiled down his throat without any sauce to mask the earthy flavor of rot.  He’d seen pictures on the front page of the Prophet, the one that his father did not know his mother had a lifetime subscription for, as she burned them in the stove as soon as both she and Severus had read them.

But now, under the guise of wiping his mouth on his napkin, Severus instead ferreted away plenty of food, folding the napkin into his pockets (his mother had done the Undetectable Extension Charm work on them), and strode off to his dorm, hoping to get there before anything got too mashed up.

He did not see the outstretched foot on the ground.

Severus fell on his face, instantly feeling the wetness of various pilfered food items staining through his robes into his underthings.

“Hahahaha, looks like you’re already off to a terrible start as a wizard, Snivellus!” shouted the boy with the crazy black hair and Gryffindor robes- a boy who Severus recognized from the train.  His looks were unmistakeable- his thick, regal hair and nose were obviously inherited from the Black family, so he must be the black sheep of the family with some star name or other, as the Blacks were wont to do.  Another Gryffindor boy, who had flat, black hair, but who was apparently halfway through the motion of trying to make it look messy, joined in laughing, and Severus soon felt his face go scarlet with shame. He looked up to see that Lucius was looking back at him, his mouth half-curled into a sneer.  Severus could see his status going up in smoke after less than a day. 

His mother was going to be so disappointed in him.

He turned back to the jeering Gryffindors, his fury pouring from him in waves, and pointed his wand.

“STUPEFY!” he shouted, and both of the boys flew back so quickly that they slammed against the far wall and stuck there. Severus stood with his legs spread out, his head bent forward. He breathed in slowly, feeling his heartbeat going back to normal.

A hand rested on his shoulder and Severus looked through his greasy hair at the handsome seventh year Slytherin.

“Impressive,” Lucius said, his proud face still filled with mild surprise, “My father was right, you are one to look out for.  As for you two….ten points from Gryffindor…each.  I daresay that Gryffindor is starting out at a negative this year.”

With a chuckle, Lucius turned and let Severus catch up to him.

“My…robes,” Severus mumbled, still feeling a bit of humiliation as the mess dripped coldly down his leg.

“Do not worry,” Lucius said, waving his hand dismissively. “Use the House Elves. When you get back to your room, just call for Hogwarts House Elf Room Service, then tell them what you want. They also deliver midnight snacks if you find yourself peckish, though don’t overuse them or you’ll get scolded by the professors. Not Slughorn, though.  He’ll just take some of it if he catches you.”

Severus knew he was staring with his mouth agape, but Lucius seemed amused by this.

“You’re rather skinny, Snape,” he said with a soft chuckle that sounded undeniably cultured. “I should hope you take ample advantage.”

Snape smiled, then, and he could feel the joy growing in his heart, even if it was small and tentative and he did not know if it would last.  He would have food whenever he wished, and he had successfully convinced Malfoy that he was worth mentoring.  Plus, it didn’t hurt that those two Gryffindors were still stuck to the wall, their respective pride more bruised than anything else.

Severus had an entire hot fudge sundae before going to bed, his eyes only opening halfway through the night when a House Elf popped into the room with his clean and pressed school robes hanging on a cedar hanger.

Severus smiled as he drifted back to sleep.  Oh yes,  Slytherin truly was the best House after all.

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea: Cute Rucas napping fluff

a/n: thank you so much for the prompt anon!! sorry it took so long to get to you, i was working on another one before this one and then this took me a little longer than anticipated. as requested this is extremely extremely fluffy and i’ll have you know anon, that this lowkey killed me and i’m now blogging from rucas heaven. enjoy! 

word count: 1,398

“I can’t believe you almost fell asleep in my dad’s class.” Riley says, disbelief laced in her tone as she enters her bedroom and dumps her backpack on her desk chair.

“I’m more surprised that he didn’t embarrass me in front of the entire class, that seems to be a favorite pastime of his.” Riley rolls her eyes at her boyfriend’s comment as he follows her lead, entering her bedroom and putting his backpack down on the floor at the foot of her bed. “It’s all your fault you know.”

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Rescue •P2•

Avengers x Reader

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word Count: 1362

Warnings: swearing + tiny bit’a fluff from secondary characters :)

A/N: I got so much great feedback from you lovelies for P1. You are amazing. Sorry, it’s a bit of a filler part, but I thought I’d get it over with. Enjoy, dears💛


If you ask anyone who I’ve ever briefly known who I am, I guarantee the response would be along these lines:

“Y/N? Oh, yeah, I remember her. She was pretty nice, I guess. I never knew her that well.”

That’s who I was. That’s who I am. The nice girl people don’t usually look at. I’m the one who will have a conversation with you if you come to me. I’m the polite girl you know will hold the door open for you. I’m the girl who will crack a joke while I’m talking to you, relaxed, like it doesn’t take me any effort to get a laugh out of you. That’s me. The nice girl in the distance who people don’t notice until they need her. And as much as I would’ve liked to change that, I didn’t want it to change it like this. I don’t want to be the girl who defied Tony Stark on her first day of working for him.

That’s the only thought I have as I tap my foot. That I’d walk out of this conference room Mr. Stark left me in as some sort of rebel, that I would be seen as impulsive and stubborn and that I’d not only lose my job, but have this reputation plague me wherever I went. It’ll be all over the news. What if I can’t get another job? What if I'm—

“Sorry for the wait, Ms. L/N.” I turn my head to see a petite blond with a smile enter the empty conference room. “Mr. Stark has been trying to do a bit of damage control.” I gnaw on the inside of my cheek.

“Um, okay.” I say, barely above a whisper.

“He’s requested for you to go home for now, and he’ll call you back for a meeting tomorrow.” she says, holding the door open. I frown. Call me back? Why? I swallow. Maybe it’s because I compromised his tech. I take a deep breath and shakily get up from my chair at the end of the conference table.

Once I’m home, I throw my bag across the floor of my shitty apartment and go to my bedroom, flopping down onto my bright blue pillow. I heave an unsteady breath as a hot tear rolls down my cheek. I don’t move for hours. I just sit and panic and cry and think of all these things that could happen. All the things people will think about me. About how I’ll trade nice girl no one notices with impulsive rebel who can’t follow instructions.

I’m not sure what time it is when I hear the apartment door slam shut.

“Y/N?” I wipe away my wet face and sit up on my bed. Penny comes into my room with a worried expression on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I say, getting up. She breathes a sigh of relief when she sees me.

“I heard about the attack and I knew you were in the tower today and I got so scared you’d gotten hurt. I tried to get out of work but Jerry practically locked me into the bar. Are you ok, what—”

“Wait, Penny, what attack?” I say, holding my hands in front of me to slow her down. She frowns.

“The Hulk attack. He crashed landed from a plane and started going rampage.” My eyes widen as I inhale sharply.

“Oh, no.” I breathe. Penny grabs my elbow.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong? What happened?” I sit on the edge of bed and begin breathing quickly.

“Pen.” I choke. “I-I crash landed the jet.” I sob, my breaths coming in and going out choppy. Penny sits down next to me, her honey hair brushing my shoulder. Her arms encircle me, leaning my body onto her.

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Tell me what happened.”

And I do. I dump out my emotions onto her shoulder, leaving it soaked and snotted.

“And-and now the attack. It’s my fault.” I’ve stopped crying, but my hyperventilating has only gotten worse.

“No, it’s not.” Penny says sternly. “You saved everyone in that building. You saved the Avengers.” I frown.

“But peo-people… People died.” I feel a sick feeling in my stomach. How many people did I kill?

“Oh, no one died.” she says. I look up at her questioningly. “Iron Man got him under control.” My eyes widen.

“Iron Man?” I ask. Did I hear that right? She nods, smiling sympathetically. Is that what the woman meant by damage control? Damage you caused, I think.

“You didn’t hurt anyone.” she says. I sigh.

“Yeah, but I sure as hell got on Tony Stark’s bad side.”


After a dinner of takeout with Penny and her boyfriend, Derek, I collapse into my bed, exhausted, emotionally and physically. I’m not sure what to do the next day, considering I was waiting for Tony Stark’s call. I don’t just want to show up, because I don’t even have the job anymore. So instead, I lounge in the kitchen, reading about the Hulk attack. Seven minorly injured people and a fair amount of buildings destroyed.

“What’s with the frown?” Penny says, exiting her room with nothing but Derek’s shirt on. We’d been best friends and roommates for so many years, and after countless incidents of walking in on each other in compromised states, we don’t really care about seeing each other in the nude. But the line draws at Derek. He is her boyfriend, after all.

“I’m reading about the attack.” I sigh, scrolling through articles on my phone. Penny pads over barefoot and lightly takes the phone from my hand. I bite the inside of my cheek and lie on my back on the counter. “I fucked up, Penny.” I say. She sighs impatiently.

“I swear to God, I will carry you on my back to the pool downstairs and throw you in if you keep saying that.” she says, slapping my stomach. I laugh airily and stare up at the ceiling. Penny puts my phone down on a stool next to the counter and starts rummaging around the kitchen for something to pull together a meal with. My phone begins to ring. I look down at the stool. Private number. I don’t pay much attention to it, just pick it up and answer. I place it on speaker, my arms too weak to hold it up to my hear.

“Hello?” I say lazily. A female’s Irish accent rings through the phone.

“Good morning, Ms. L/N. Mr. Stark has requested you come to the tower this morning. There will be a car arriving for you in thirty minutes. Good day.” My eyes widen as the line is cut short. Oh my god.

“Oh, shit.” Derek says hoarsely from Penny’s bedroom door. He’s like a brother to me, so I had no problem telling him what happened. I sit up on the counter and frantically dart my eyes around, trying to straighten out how the hell I’m supposed to be ready in half an hour.

“What are you waiting for?” Penny says excitedly, pushing me off the counter. I squeal in distress and run into the bathroom, nearly knocking into Derek as he chuckles at my state.

I take the quickest shower I’ve ever taken and dry myself off. I swiftly change into a sensible jeans and an emerald green sweater. My hair is wet, taking me nearly fifteen minutes to blow-dry it and brush through it. I barely have time to apply a bit of makeup and gather my things.

I frantically leave my room, pulling on a pair of grey flats. Penny is curled up into Derek watching TV with a shared plate of pancakes.

“There’s some on the counter for you.” she mumbles around her food, looking at me from behind the couch.

“You’re a lifesaver.” I breathe, picking up the disposable plate of pancakes.

“Good luck!” Derek yells as I slam the door behind me.


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a/n: my first!! poly!hamilsquad x reader fan fic!!! it’s finally up lol im so sorry this took so long!!! i hope it’s kind of good?? not even sure about the name yet but you know what it’s finally up! that’s worth celebrating. thanks for being so patient. enjoy!

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prologue. 

 New York City was your favorite place in the world hands down. You’d been out here for school to begin with but stayed because of the atmosphere. It was also where you met your four boyfriends. You shared the city you loved with the four loves of your life. 

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Ed Sheeran sentence starters
  • "I saw a shooting star and thought of you."
  • "You were lying next to me, I looked across and fell in love."
  • "If you wanna put this on me, that’s fine, I never blamed you for anything at all."
  • "The world looks better through your eyes."
  • "It's only been one night of love and maybe that is not enough."
  • "If I fall for you, would you fall too?"
  • "It's not a homeless life for me, it's just I'm home less than I'd like to be."
  • "I haven't slept for the past week, two hours ain't enough for me."
  • "I'm drunk off last nights whisky and coke."
  • "You can stay with me forever or you could stay with me for now."
  • "Outside the day is up and calling, but I don't have to be so, please go back to sleep."
  • "Never been better since all the therapy."
  • "And you know, if I let you go, I'll still keep you safe."
  • "You are the one I fall asleep with but never wake up to."
  • "The worst things in life come free to us."
  • "I wanna be drunk when I wake up on the right side of the wrong bed."
  • "What didn't kill me, it never made me stronger at all."
  • "I know I'll never hold you like I used to."
  • "I'll be drunk again to feel a little love."
  • "I know you'll never love me like you used to."
  • "I found your hair band on my bedroom floor, the only evidence that you've been here before."
  • "I don't drink like everybody else, I do it to forget things about myself."
  • "There's no chance that we'll work it out."
  • "I said that's fine, but you're the only one that knows I lied."
  • "Everybody said we'd be together forever."
  • "Everything's great and everything's sure, but you live in your halls and I live in a tour bus."
  • "Pain is only relevant if it still hurts."
  • "If I was gonna go somewhere, I'd be there by now."
  • "I should ink my skin with your name."
  • "I should run you a hot bath and fill it up with bubbles."
  • "You should never cut your hair 'cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder."
  • "You will never know just how beautiful you are to me."
  • "Maybe you're hoping for a fairy tale, too."
  • "This is the start of something beautiful."
  • "And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm."
  • "I'm out of touch, I'm out of love."
  • "I think I love you better now."
  • "Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd."
  • "Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures."
  • "You need me, man, I don’t need you."
  • "Never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah."
  • "People think that I’m bound to blow up."
  • "I haven’t got a house, plus I live on a couch."
  • "They say I’m up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator."
  • "Settle down with me, and I'll be your safety, you'll be my lady."
  • "I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet."
  • "Give me love like her, 'cause lately I've been waking up alone."
  • "All I want is the taste that your lips allow."
  • "Give me love like never before, 'cause lately I've been craving more."
  • "It's been a while but I still feel the same... maybe I should let you go."
  • "Another love that's gone to waste."
  • "If I kissed you, will your mouth read this truth?"
  • "Darling, how I miss you."
  • "You made me scream, but then I made you cry."
  • "Maybe you should learn to love her like the way you wanna be loved."
  • "I never told her that I liked the way she dances slightly out of time and pretends she knows the words to a song she's never heard."
  • "You’re not her, though I try to see you differently."
  • "I will try to find another one who suited me as well as her."
  • "We never even tried, we never even talked, we never even thought in the long run."
  • "Whenever it was painful, whenever I was away, I’d miss you."
  • "I didn't mean to break your heart."
  • "Everybody falls apart sometimes."
  • "I know you've found another one, but won't you just hold me tonight."
  • "They don't know we don't speak anymore."
  • "I will stop trying to fall in love again... it never works out anyway."
  • "But I am not anything like I was."
  • "I don't wanna lose a lover and friend in one night if that's alright."
  • "I shouldn't have fucked with your mind and your life too many times."
  • "I never meant to sleep around, I was just lonely."
  • "When I see my future, it is with you."
  • "We're not friends, nor have we ever been."
  • "If they find out, will it all go wrong?"
  • "We're not friends, we could be anything."
  • "Friends don't treat me like you do."
  • "Tell me that you turned down the man who asked for your hand 'cause you're waiting for me."
  • "I know, you're gonna be away a while, but I've got no plans at all to leave."
  • "Just promise me, you'll never leave again."
  • "Just promise me, you'll always be a friend."
  • "Everything changes, but we'll be strangers if we see this through."
  • "I've been sat with you for most of the night, ignoring everybody here."
  • "Don't you worry if I disappear."
  • "I'm not really looking for another mistake."
  • "I was never looking for a friend."
  • "Maybe you could swing by my room around ten, baby, bring a lemon and a bottle of gin."
  • "Baby, if you wanted me then you should've just said."
  • "Maybe we'll go together and just figure it out."
  • "Trust and respect is what we do this for."
  • "You didn't need to take him to bed that's all."
  • "I never saw him as a threat until you disappeared with him to have sex of course."
  • "It's not like we were both on tour, we were staying on the same fucking hotel floor."
  • "I wasn't looking for a promise or commitment, but it was never just fun and I thought you were different."
  • "This is not the way you realize what you wanted."
  • "It's a bit too much, too late if I'm honest."
  • "Getting high as two kites when we needed to breathe."
  • "I'd disappear, you'd call me selfish, I understand but I can't help it."
  • "So we can either deal with the pain and wait to get on a plane."
  • "You should go, 'cause I ain't ever coming home."
  • "I've been livin' on the road, but then again you should know."
  • "You won't ever be alone... wait for me to come home."
  • "Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul."
  • "When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me."
  • "How'd I get so faded?"
  • "I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream."
  • "I've been looking for a lover, thought I'd find her in a bottle."
  • "I'll be feeling this tomorrow."
  • "You look so wonderful in your dress, I love your hair like that."
  • "We are surrounded by all of these lies and people who talk too much."
  • "You got the kind of look in your eyes as if no one knows anything but us."
  • "All that you are is all that I'll ever need."
  • "Just don’t expect me back this evening."
  • "I love him from my skin to my bones but I don’t wanna live in his home."
  • "I was raised to keep quiet."
  • "I don't wanna hate you."
  • "I kind of knew you liked the dude from private school."
  • "I knew he had his eyes on you."
  • "He's not the right guy for you."
  • "Don't hate me 'cause I write the truth."
  • "I would never lie to you but it was never fine to lose you."
  • "I'm just disgusted with the skeletons you sleep with in your closet."
  • "Fact is you're mad at me because I backtrack so casually."
  • "You're practically my family, if we married then I'll guess you'd have to be."
  • "Tragically our love just lost the will to live, but would I kill to give it one more shot? I think not."
  • "I don't love you, baby, I don't need you... I don't want you anymore."
  • "I'm not cut out for life on the road 'cause I didn't know I'd miss you this much."
  • "I guess I'm not the man that you need."
  • "Ever since you went to uni, I've been sofa surfing with a rucksack full of less cash and I guess that could get bad."
  • "When I broke the industry, that's when I broke your heart."
  • "I was supposed to chart and celebrate, but good things are over fast."
  • "I tend to turn you off and switch on my professional features, then I turn the music off and all I'm left with is to pick up my personal pieces."
  • "Success is nothing if you have no one left to share it with."
  • "I know you have a day job, but mine is 24/7."
  • "I still love you and I need you by my side if I could."
  • "The irony is if my career and music didn't exist, in 6 years, you'd probably be my wife with a kid."
  • "I'll die from a thrill, go down in history as just a wasted talent."
  • "Eventually I'll be fine, I know that it was never meant to be."
  • "These things happen for a reason and you can't change shit."
  • "Take my apology, I'm sorry for the honesty, but I had to get this off my chest."
  • "I will be loving you 'til we're 70."
  • "People fall in love in mysterious ways."
  • "I fall in love with you every single day."
  • "For four years I never had a place to stay."
  • "At 16 years old, I moved out of my home."
  • "I tattooed the lyrics onto my arm."
  • "I'll hold ya and you'll think of him."
  • "I'll never trust you again, you can just be a friend."
  • "If we should die tonight, then we should all die together."
Meet Cute

Author: SaffreeLove

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of thigh riding

Word Count: 906

Tagging @emilyevanston who is super awesome and gave me a great confidence boost that led to me actually publishing this and not leaving it on my drive for another few months.


You loved your local Comic Con. Four full days of letting your geek flag fly. Sitting in a huge conference hall with a thousand other fans dying over a new movie trailer or cast interviews.
Since you were a huge geek for Marvel and in particular the Winter Soldier, you were naturally rocking your Winter Soldier gear.

After an awesome day of panels and people watching you head back to your hotel. While waiting for the elevator to ascend from the lower lobby, you started checking your phone for tumblr and Instagram updates.

When the door opened, you stepped into the elevator, glancing up as you did. Somehow, your feet kept moving even though your breathing had come to a stuttering halt. With a small gasp, your head snapped forward to face the now closing doors. You stood there for about 20 seconds with the elevator not moving.

“Um, what floor did you need?”

Unable to speak in anything but squeaks, you leaned forward with a shaky hand to push the button for the 23rd floor. You could feel your heart attempting to beat its way out of your chest while a small tear threatened to leak out of the corner of your eye.

Sebastian Stan was standing in the elevator with you. Right there. Breathing the same air. And…….there was no way you were going to speak to him. This was something you had always promised yourself. This was his off time. He wasn’t working in this elevator. At a panel? Sure. At the meeting and greet? Of course. At the photo ops? Natch. But here on an elevator, when he’s likely heading back to his room after a long day of fan interactions? No fucking way. You were just going to have to hold on to your principles and cry later in your room about the amazing way he smelled. Oh shit, he really smelled good.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Yup, that’s it. Your mind couldn’t take it. It had cracked. You’re now hallucinating Seb talking to you.

“Hey, look. I’m pretty sure you know who I am. How about a picture? Or I could sign something? Would that make you feel better?”

Oh, and now you’ve died. That was the only explanation. Great. Your parents were going to be devastated. Your head turned slightly toward him. His whole body was angled at you with a look of sincere concern on his face. Holy shit. He had actually been talking to you. That hadn’t been your overactive imagination constructing some elaborate hallucination.

Finally coming to your senses, you shook your head and whispered, “No,” while your inner bitch cursed yourself out in three languages.

“Really? You sure? Cause I’m pretty sure that’s a Winter Soldier hoodie you’re wearing and I am, in fact, said Winter Soldier.”

Blushing, you shake your head again, take a steadying breath, and fully turn to look at him.

“You’re off the clock. I would never ask for that while you’re just going about trying to live your life. You are probably tired as shit after today and just want to fall into your hotel room. Not get accosted by overexcited fans.”

“Wow. I’ve never had anyone reject me quite like that before,” he said. Being so freaked out, you completely missed his smirk indicating he was teasing.

“What?!” you practically shouted. “Oh no, please don’t think I’m rejecting you! Believe me, I wouldn’t kick you outta bed for eating crackers. I mean, you’re you. You’re goofy and dorky and hot as fucking sin with those abs and chest and shoulders and thighs that are perfect for riding and face that just begs for kisses.”

You freeze when you realize what word vomit had just gushed out of your mouth. Even more heat flooded your face and neck.

“Ohmigod. I can’t believe I went there. I actually took it that direction. That’s not what you meant. Oh shit. Look, I’m just gonna be over here in the corner sinking into a shame spiral. Feel free to fully ignore me until we get to your floor, or any floor, if you need to escape the incredibly uncomfortable situation I’ve just created.”

Turning to the corner, you lightly thunk your head against the elevator wall. How could you have done this? The one person you had sworn to never make uncomfortable, you just accidentally insulted and then rambled about riding his thigh. Your chest ached when you realized that you were going to have to abandon your plan of going to his photo op tomorrow. No way could you show up there now. He obviously hates you and will be telling security to watch out for the crazy Winter Soldier fan.

Suddenly, you notice that Seb is laughing. You turn your head to look at him. He has the biggest grin on his face and maybe a touch of interest in his eyes.

“Are you doing anything right now? If not, wanna join me for some dinner?”

“What?”

“Dinner. You hungry?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, how about it?”

“But, I’m a fan. Shouldn’t you be worried about, I don’t know stalkers or something like that?”

“Well, judging from that little rant about me being off the clock I’d say you are probably that safest fan I could possibly be with, ever. So, dinner?”

“Umm, yes? How is that even a question?”

With that, the elevator doors opened you stepped out together.


Part 2

RFA reacting to stressed out MC

MC’s been having a hard time. Maybe it’s work, maybe it’s school, maybe it’s personal troubles. Maybe all of it. When you come home weary and tired of pretty much the whole world once again, the RFA can’t help but notice.

I definitely did not write this to cheer myself up, no no, ok yes I did, I actually need this so much right now. Also, kind of mild spoilers because I used real names.

Yoosung

  • He feels so bad seeing you stressed out. He’s seriously affected by it, it’s making him worried and sad, and he’s pretty much suffering with you whenever you’re around him and not well.
  • You being stressed around him means he’s getting stressed.
  • So when you greet him with a tired voice while shuffling straight to the bedroom Yoosung can’t take it anymore.
  • He follows you to find you collapsed on the bed, face down and still wearing your street clothes. It’s not the first time you’ve done this. He knows that you don’t want to talk or even interact with anyone right now, but … he really wants to help you.
  • He flops down on the bed beside you, throwing an arm around your back and exhaling in a sigh as he relaxes in that position. He’d love to tell you to cheer up, that he feels awful seeing you like this, and that he loves you and more sweet words. But he stays quiet, just lying down on the bed cuddled up to you. He just wants you to know that he’s with you and that he’s there for you.
  • Eventually, you raise your head and give him a weak smile.
    •  “I wish I could just stay here like this forever.” You tell him. “I’m sorry for troubling you … I’m just so tired of it all.”
    • “Oh my god, MC, you don’t need to apologize! Please don’t apologize. Just stay here like this, okay? It’s alright. Here, let me take your jacket …”
  • Yoosung helps you to get out of your jacket. Also brings you your favorite comfy clothes, so you can change right there. While you do so, he disappears into the kitchen to prepare a cup of hot cocoa for you.
  • You stay right there in bed for the rest of the day. Yoosung brings you the cup of cocoa to drink, and some cookies he found in the cupboard, and your laptop. The plan is to watch your favorite movie together to take your mind off things. You instead end up watching cute and funny animal videos on Youtube while cuddling.
  • Yoosung is so relieved when you slowly relax and even chuckle at the videos a few times.

Zen

  • You’ve been unusually quiet and distant lately. You have told him that there is just a lot going on right now and he doesn’t have to worry … but Zen is not convinced.
  • He watches as you drag your feet on your way from the front door to the kitchen. You chug a glass of water then try to go straight to the bedroom. Again. Zen decides to intervene.
    • “MC, please talk to me. You’re not on your own, okay? Isn’t there anything I can do for you?”
    • “Zen … no it’s okay. Please don’t worry. I’m just tired. I’m sorry for being such a grouch these days …”
    • It hurts to see you like this and apologizing. Zen can’t take any more of this. He grabs your hands and gently forces you to face him. “Okay babe, listen to me. I can tell that something is bothering you. You don’t have to be sorry about it. Just please talk to me. You know that I’m here for you. I want you to rely on me when things are hard, okay? So tell me what’s going on.”
  • Knowing that Zen would not back off you sigh and decide to talk a bit. As you start to talk about all the things that have been weighing on your mind you realize that it feels kind of good to put your thoughts into words.
  • Zen reacts with nothing but understanding and encouragement to everything you say … which makes you continue to talk. And so you talk and talk while he listens to you, until you’re pretty much pouring out your entire heart to him.
  • He carefully leads you towards the living room while you talk. He makes you sit on the couch next to him, never letting go of your hands, and patiently listens until you have told him everything that’s on your mind.
  • When you become emotional after having talked so much and start shaking in front of him, he pulls you into a tight embrace. Kisses your head and strokes your back, encouraging you to just cry if you need to.
  • You end up falling asleep on him on the couch. You don’t seem to have got enough sleep lately, so Zen doesn’t wake you but carries you to bed and makes sure you’re comfortable.

Jaehee

  • Jaehee notices immediately that something is off with you. You are barely able to get up in the morning, you don’t talk at all before you had at least two cups of black coffee, and in the evening you’re barely doing anything other than taking a shower and going to bed.
  • Worried, she tries to cheer you up by preparing your favorite foods for dinner and proposing to watch your favorite musical DVD together … but you only eat a few bites, trying to smile at her and thanking her, before heading to bed once again.
  • Ok, something is really wrong. Now afraid that you’re maybe sick she tries to urge you to see a doctor because of your constant exhaustion.
    • “Jaehee, no, I’m alright … I’m sorry I’m worrying you. I’m really only tired. To be honest, I have so much going on and I feel like it’s all too much right now. But it’s gonna be okay, I know it, so don’t worry …”
    • “MC … is there anything I can do? Do you want to talk?”
  • When you shake your head, Jaehee seems helpless for a moment. But then she smiles and asks you to please come with her. She starts up her computer and shows you some links she has saved in her bookmarks.
    • “Oh, are those …”
    • “Possible destinations for our vacation.” She proclaims happily and looks at you with a hopeful expression. “We wanted to take two or three weeks off for this, right? Look at these … which ones do you like?”
  • So you start looking through pictures of the most beautiful and charming towns and sunny beaches, planning your vacation. Thinking of going on a vacation and getting far away from everything, only spending time with your girlfriend in peace, makes you feel considerable better. It’s as if your worries are slowly fading into the background while the two of you start getting excited about your possibilities.
  • You go to bed together later, for the first time in a seemingly very long time. When you wake up cuddled up to Jaehee the next morning you finally feel like this day isn’t going to be as harsh. You’re not alone in this, and there are good things to look forward to.

Jumin

  • When Jumin realizes that you are having a hard time he is upset. He immediately tries to do anything he can to remove whatever is bothering you. He will not stop at anything if it is to make you happy again.
  • You are stressed out by work? If that company gives you trouble, they don’t deserve you and you should resign immediately. Jumin is going to get you a new job in no time, that is if you even want one
  • Exams coming up? Troubles at university? He is going to find people to help you study, tutor you.
  • Someone is giving you a headache? Let Jumin talk to that person, he will find a solution for your problem.
  • Any health problems? Jumin only needs to get his phone and …
    • “Jumin, please, it’s nothing you can … just solve.”
    • “I can and will solve any and all of your problems. I can’t stand to see you like this any longer.”
  • You have to explain to him exactly why you have been so out of it lately. He would not stop trying to find solutions for made up problems otherwise, trying desperately to make you cheer up. It’s kind of endearing … in a way. But you almost end up even more exhausted.
    • “Jumin … I’m just tired. I don’t need anything. Just … let me rest for a bit, okay?”
  • Finally he understands. Just hugs you and apologizes for having bothered you. He tells you once again how much you mean to him and how amazing he knows you are, then lets you go to bed early, asking you to try and get enough rest.
  • Next evening he makes sure that you two are alone, prepares a bottle of wine, and makes you rest on the couch. He serves you the wine personally, then sits there with you, sipping wine and watching as the night falls outside of the penthouse. The beautiful view of the city skyline you have is actually quite calming. This is how Jumin loves to spend time with you when he feels stressed out. He hopes that you will feel better soon, too.

Saeyoung

  • You try to evade him when you come home, successfully reaching the bedroom … but he’s already followed you before you can even so much as get changed.
    • “MC are you avoiding me? What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
    • Groaning, you let yourself fall onto the bed. “I don’t wanna human anymore”, you mumble, voice muffled by the blanket.
    • He smiles a bit, in part because he thinks you’re acting cute, but mostly in relief. It seems like your bad mood isn’t his doing. So he sits down next to you and starts to pat your back. “That’s okay MC, you don’t have to human for me to love you …”
    • “Can I just … be a blanket burrito or something, forever? Would you still love me …?”
    • “Of course I would. I would take care of you and feed you. It would be so cute.”
  • The idea makes you feel a bit better. You even smile a bit at Saeyoung’s earnest sounding response. And you outright giggle when he really starts to pull the blanket around you.
  • Saeyoung carefully wraps you up in the blanket, then picks you up, blanket and all, and carries you out of the bedroom and to the couch. He turns on one of your favorite TV shows, gets some Honey Buddha Chips to munch on, then joins you. He spends the evening cuddling the blanket burrito you have become and feeding you chips.
  • He does joke a bit about how cute he thinks you are, but he actually knows well how it feels like to be all stressed out and exhausted. So he makes sure you know that he’s there for you whatever you may need. If you need him to, he’s really going to keep you safe and sound inside of that blanket until you come out willingly.
  • It doesn’t take too long, though.

(Decided to add Saeran and Vanderwood, too.)

Saeran

  • This is honestly difficult for Saeran. You seem to be avoiding him, you are constantly tired and always have something to do or on your mind. He has tried and asked you if something was wrong and if you wanted him to do anything … but you’ve only explained to him what is going on and that there is nothing he can do to help you. Great.
  • So he watches for days as you get more and more worn out. He feels really bad about it, and helpless, and there are very few things he hates more than feeling helpless. When you come home one more time not even greeting him and instead trying to head straight for the bedroom, Saeran decides he has to confront you.
    •  “MC, wait. This isn’t right. You are not alright. Hey, don’t run away from me!” He tries to grab your arm, but you instinctively shake him off.
    • You can’t face anyone right now, you can’t talk or explain. You know you’d burst into tears if you tried. “I … I’m sorry Saeran. It’s … just so much right now. I … know I’m just being pathetic, and I don’t want you to worry, so … please …”
  • You shake your head apologetically, unable to continue speaking as your tears are welling up with more force. You flee into the bedroom, leaving Saeran standing there terrified. He is so not used to this. He has no idea what to do.
  • But he has to do something, doesn’t he?
  • He follows you and finds you hiding under the blanket, still crying. God, he can’t stand this. Desperate to do something, anything, Saeran starts to fetch your favorite things from the room and from all over the apartment and brings them to you. Pillow. A plush toy. Phone. Snacks. A book you’re currently reading. The shirt you always stole from him …
  • When you finally realize what he’s doing you are so confused and a bit concerned.
    • “Saeran, what … what are you doing?”
    • He doesn’t know either. He just wants you to stop crying and feel better, and those things that seemed to have made you happy in the past are all he could come up with. “I … don’t know. I thought you liked these. So I … thought maybe you’d feel better.”
  • You stare at him … then you have to laugh despite your tears. You are the one to get up and go to him for a hug, but when you do he immediately wraps his arms around you in relief and you can feel that he isn’t going to let you go anytime soon. Which is very okay with you.

Vanderwood

  • He watches with a raised eyebrow as you’re scuffling through your apartment like a zombie and retreating to your bedroom. Raises the eyebrow higher when he hears you groaning and grumbling in there.
    • “What’s up with you today? You don’t seem very lively.” He asks as he follows you.
    • You give another loud groan. “I’m so stressed. I don’t wanna do this anymore.”
  • Okay, Vanderwood is a smart person and knows exactly what to do in times like this. If it was Saeyoung, he would have got his taser. But since it’s you, he’ll better take care of you.
  • So he makes you sit up again and gets behind you, starting to massage your stiff shoulders.
    • “So tell me. Who or what is bothering you so much? Let me know, so we can rail against that bugger together.”
    • “Oh yes … that would be great.”
  • You enjoy getting your shoulders massaged while the two of you just start to rant about everything that has been on your mind. Vanderwood is inciting you to let out all of your frustration by contributing snide remarks, until you get really into it and are almost yelling in anger at the source of your problems, but he doesn’t stop you.
  • It’s a kind of liberating and comforting feeling. To just hate on something that has been bothering you, together with someone you liked.
  • When you calm down the two of you continue to exchange snarky and sarcastic comments as sort of an inside joke, until you both can’t help but laugh anymore.
  • Everything seems so much less stressful and suffocating after this.

anonymous asked:

7, 8, 22, 28, 42, and 50 for nessian :)

7. Who sweats the small stuff?

Nesta, definitely. Every now and then she starts worrying that maybe this isn’t working, maybe this isn’t that good for Cass, maybe she’s tying him down and trapping him to her with the bond, maybe, maybe, maybe- and she gets herself all worked up over this. She internalises a lot of it and it doesn’t really show, she shields him from it through the bond so he can’t feel it and it doesn’t really manifest itself outwardly except that maybe all the tension she’s containing manifests in her being a little snappier than usual. Cass is a switched on bat though and eventually he just….coaxes her to stop doing whatever it is she’s doing to distract herself and just talk to him. And Nesta is kind of…all or nothing with this sort of stuff so once Cassian puts that first crack in her armour the whole thing shatters and just pours out of her. He listens patiently to all of it and then helps her carefully go through it and sort everything out (sweeping ‘it’s fine, I love you’ statements don’t work that well with Nesta. they need to argue this stuff out together rationally. Which Cassian is of course only too happy to do for her) 

8. Who sleeps in their underwear (or naked)/ Who sleeps in their pyjamas?

Nesta point blank refuses to sleep naked. She doesn’t like it, she can’t settle if she doesn’t have something on. Even post-sex she’ll crawl back into her nightdress (or more likely Cassian’s shirt) and sleep in that. Cassian’s pretty easy going, he can sleep naked or he can sleep in full pjs it doesn’t really matter? Cass is one of those people who can probably fall asleep on like a washing line in the middle of a hurricane. He’ll tend to sleep in loose trousers and maybe a baggy top or sometimes bare chested, doesn’t really matter. A lot of nights though he’ll sleep on his stomach and Nesta kind of crawls underneath one his wings and uses it like a big blanket to curl up under. Which has…nothing to do with anything except that it’s cute af and I felt like slipping it in here. 

22. Who goes all out for Valentine’s Day?  

Cassian probably would but Nesta…really isn’t that into it? Like at all. It just feels too…forced for her and she doesn’t get into it that much. Cass can kind of take it or leave it like he would like to celebrate it but only for the purpose of showering Nesta in love and hearts and if she doesn’t want that then he’s not going to do it. They maybe use it as an excuse to have a nice date and wander around Velaris hand in hand but that’s about it? (one year though Nesta was having a bit of a tough time so she came home on Valentine’s day and found Cassian in their bedroom, sprawled on the bed, rose between his teeth, flower petals scattered artfully over the bed completely and utterly naked. She laughed until she cried and that was really all he wanted (but also okay you can stop laughing now…Nesta…Nesta it’s not that funny. Nesta stop it. Nesta!!! :( ) 

28. Who is the book worm?

Definitely Nesta (not to say that Cassian doesn’t enjoy a good book, he definitely does he just doesn’t…live and breathe them the way Nesta does) I feel like this is one of the biggest things that Nesta missed most when they lost their fortune? She didn’t really miss the dresses or the huge house or the inordinate luxury she could live without that but the books…she missed the books so much. Okay new headcanon that Nesta is decidedly -_- about Velaris/Prythian until someone takes her into a library and she just…..I take back every bad thing I’ve ever said about you and your people Rhysand just leave me here for the rest of my immortal existence okay bye. 

42. Who is the neat freak?

Cassian. It’s a military thing. When you’re used to tiny war camps/incredibly small areas of personal space/rigorous discipline that comes with any organised group of soldiers…It just gets drilled into you. Nesta has a few things that Need to be in the right order (like her books. Just. Don’t. Touch. Them.) and her desk and any work she’s doing is probably very organised. General living space? Forget about it. It drives Cassian insane. He spends his life shutting drawers she hasn’t quite closed or pushing cupboard doors too or picking up stray clothes. He just needs things to be organised and in their places. Nesta does get better at it the longer they live together/she does really try but…She’ll never quite get it the way that Cassian does. 

50. Who is the hopeless romantic?

answered!

anonymous asked:

RFA+V and Saeran take care of MC after she gets her wisdom teeth pulled

Zen

  • Okay, he feels really bad for you
  • When he drove you to the appointment, he tried to comfort you the best he could and just ended up singing to you
  • When they let you go, you were as high as a gd kite
  • He felt really bad because it was obvious that you were uncomfortable and just all around super messed up
  • YOU JUST WANTED TO SLEEP
  • “MC you can’t sleep here we have to go home”
  • “bUT I WANNA  SLEE”
  • As soon as you guys got home you passed out
  • Like, you didn’t even change
  • You just walked right up to the bed and face planted into it
  • He took off your shoes for you and put you under the covers
  • When you wake up, he just hella babies you
  • He feeds you apple sauce and makes sure you takes your meds and checks your mouth all the time
  • He’ll come nap with you sometimes because you’re just so freakin tired, like
  • He didn’t know a person could sleep so much

Yoosung

  • He got his wisdom teeth pulled in high school and he just remembers being f u c k e d  u p
  • He sort of tries to give you your space because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or overwhelmed
  • He brings you home and you take a little nap as he plays LOLOL
  • When he sees you in the chat room, he immediately asks you how you’re feeling and if you need anything
  • He brings you water and that’s when he realizes that you guys didn’t prepare
  • “Okay, I’ll run to the store really fast and get a bunch of smushy foods for you to eat! I’ll be right back!”
  • He left you alone and you’re starving
  • The two of you don’t typically go shopping together, but he gets distracted by every new food he hasn’t tried, so it usually takes like four years for him to get out of the grocery store
  • you put a banana in the blender
  • and then ate it out of the blender with a spoon
  • Anyways,
  • he comes home within a reasonable time frame with mashed potatoes, oatmeal, and macaroni
  • “MC what did you put in the blender???”
  • “Ok so it’s like you made your own baby food… Now I don’t feel so weird about buying you actual baby food.”
  • He feeds you because you want to be babied and its actually adorable

Jaehee

  • “MC are you okay? Is there anything I can get you?”
  • Constantly
  • Nurse Jaehee at your service
  • “No. Seriously, Jaehee, I’m fine.”
  • She won’t even let you get out of bed
  • “JAEHEE I JUST HAVE TO PEE”
  • If you need anything, she brings it to you as fast as humanly possible.
  • You tried to get up to get yourself some water after a few hours and she dragged you back to bed, then got you water herself
  • “I don’t care if it’s just your mouth. You need to rest and feel better.”
  • Even the next day, she’s still going at it
  • On the third day of all of this, you convince her that you’re good enough to be alone and she goes back to work
  • She makes you promise that you’ll only get up when it’s absolutely necessary
  • She still calls you whenever she has to remind you to take your meds or do anything else
  • She’ll even call when there’s nothing important to say
  • “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay and you don’t need anything. Also, I wanted to make sure that you’re still in bed.”
  • “Y-yes ma’am.”
  • You’d been on the couch all day, watching TV, but as soon as you heard that tone, you practically sprinted to the bed like she could see you.
  • “Oh, I’m so glad! I’ll be home later”
  • She won’t let you shower alone, “In case you have a bad reaction to the medication.”

Jumin

  • He doesn’t totally know what to do with you, but he sort of treats you the same way he does when you have a cold
  • Makes sure you’re comfortable and have food that you can actually eat
  • He actually skips a day of  work to go to your appointment with you and then stay home with you afterwards
  • “MC what are you doing…?”
  • “I con’t feel ma mouf”
  • “MC DON’T TOUCH YOUR STITCHES.”
  • He’s a little woozy with blood, so he’s not very helpful there.
  • He does offer you applesauce and mashed potatoes though
  • He kissed you without thinking about it and freaked out because he tasted blood on his lips
  • After you ran out of gauze, your mouth was still bleeding and you started panicking
  • “MC I looked it up, and people say that if you use tea bags instead of gauze,”
  • “You what”
  • “I looked it up…?”
  • “YOU WHAT”
  • The boy learned google for you
  • He actually went out and looked at the flavors of Popsicles and bought you what he thought you’d like best
  • “My wife’s mouth is bleeding, so the least I can do is purchase…. Popsicles….?”
  • He googled what popsicles were too

707

  • He filmed you waking up, sent it to the group chat, then put it up on Youtube
  • “Sa…Seven…? I wanna sleep.”
  • He just laughed at you the whole time.
  • Eventually, he was able to wake you up enough for them to let you go home and you fuckin passed out in the car
  • He refused to miss anything hilarious that happened on the ride home
  • After like ten minutes of driving you bring your head up and widen your eyes
  • “Oh my god… OH MY GOD.”
  • He starts freaking o u t. He thought you were in pain or that something legit had happened.
  • “SEVEN MY MOUTH IS GONE”
  • And then you’re out again
  • He has to pull over to laugh because he doesn’t want to crash the car
  • He’s laughing so hard that he’s crying and there’s a girl passed out in the passenger seat
  • A very suspicious officer forced him to show her the video of what had happened to make him laugh so hard
  • ANYWAYS
  • He carries you inside because you will n o t wake up
  • He wants to take care of you, but you keep doing the dumbest shit and he keeps laughing
  • Eventually, you get super frustrated and tear up
  • Then he feels bad and starts babying you

V

  • He’s not overly worried about you, but he really wants to take care of you.
  • Whenever you offer to do something you usually do, he tells you no and does it himself
  • When you’re super out of it right after the surgery, he just kinda plays along with whatever you say
  • “V, I don’t wanna go to school tomorrow… Fuck high school…”
  • “Well MC, you can skip school tomorrow and stay home with me if you’re good for the doctors.”
  • “Baaaaaaaabe, I want to call Jumin.”
  • “Okay, tell him hi from me.”
  • He thinks that it’s a little hilarious, but he also can’t help but feel bad for you
  • After you come down from your dental high, he makes sure you’re not too horribly uncomfortable and lays with you
  • Finally an excuse to just lay in bed together all day
  • He gets you whatever you ask for and just holds you all day

Saeran

  • Seeing you this drugged up is really weird for him
  • Like, he’s hella worried and absolutely refuses to leave you alone
  • “MC… If you wanted to see Michael Jackson in concert, you should have gone a few years ago.”
  • When the two of you get home, he just sits in a chair in the same room as you and stays there all day.
  • “Saeran, my mouth just hurts now. You can leave if you want to.”
  • He really didn’t want to.
  • It was comforting for him to sit with you and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t love his company.
  • When you started to get antsy from not doing anything all day, he suggested going shopping for foods you could eat
  • He giggled every time you’d spill food on yourself, but he’d help you clean yourself up
  • At night when you two went to bed, he did something that you found (for some reason???) hilarious and you got a nosebleed. 
  • That scared the shit out of both of you, so he made you stay up for another hour to make sure you wouldn’t die
  • You ended up falling asleep ten minutes later and he didn’t have the heart to wake you up.
Dream pt. 1

Hi! Love your stories! I have a newt request if you fancy it? The reader is marrying a man she doesn’t love (arranged marriage or she doesn’t remember newt because she was oblivated) but newt is in love with her and she with him. He asks her not to go through with it and kisses her, they end up sleeping together then Newt asks her to come away with him and travel instead and she agrees

I went with Obliviated because feels guys. Also, the Italics are flashbacks/dreams

PT2 PT3


“N-Newt, I don't want to forget” You cry out. 

You’re standing in the subway overhang. The rain continues to pour. Newt has tears in his eyes, all he wants is to take you far away and be with you forever but, he knows he can’t. 

“It’s quicker than falling asleep love” Newt reassures you, holding back his own tears. 

“I-I love you” you cry out. 

You hold onto Newts coat tighter, not wanting to let go. 

“You’ll be okay love, You’ll live your life, you don’t need me” Newt tells you, stroking your hair. 

You start to cry harder, Newt’s heart breaks even more, tears trying to escape. 

“Y/n, It’s time” Tina says reluctantly, her own voice breaking. 

You let go of Newts coat and walked into the rain, giving one last glance at the man you loved. 

You shot up gasping for breath. The same dream, the man in a blue coat and the lady. You almost had the names on the tip of your tongue. 

“Are you okay babe?” you turn your head and see your fiance lying half asleep next to you. \

“Yes I'm okay, just excited about the Wedding that’s all” you assure your them. 

You lied back down and pulled the blankets up and fell back asleep. You woke up to your fiance gone, Just a note sits next to you.

 Morning sweetheart, 

I have to work today, it was an emergency but I will see you tonight. 

Love, Jason

You got out of bed and got dressed. Your wedding was in a few days and you had to check on your cake. As you walk to the bakery you pass by Macys, a light blue coat catches your eye. It’s a beautiful blue color, it almost seemed comforting. You shrugged it off and kept walking, maybe you would buy it for the winter months. 

“Hello Jacob!” you called as you walked into the bakery. 

Jacob turned around and greeted you with a smile. You met Jacob when he opened his bakery a couple months ago and you two quickly became good friends. You begged him to make your wedding cake, which he happily agreed, and he was also invited to your wedding.  

“Hi Y/n, What can I do for ya?” Jacob asks. 

“Just came to check on the cake” you replied. Jacob chuckled, 

“This is the tenth time this week you’ve come to check y/n”. You blush a little, 

“Okay you caught me, It just smells so good in here” you admit. Jacob laughs and turns to his other worker, 

“Henry, im going to take a break, you think you can handle the bakery for a few minutes” The boy nods and Jacob takes off his apron. 

He grabs two cookies and sits down next to you. 

“Thank you” you say taking the cookie from his hand. 

The two of you engage in conversation for a little bit. “So where’s Jason?” Jacob questions. 

You sigh looking down, “Work, it was an emergency.” you say. Jacob gives you a sympathetic look. 

“It’s okay, he works a lot but he is very successful.” you say, trying to prove that things were fine.  

Jacob was about to pry when the bell rang on his door. He quickly stood up and a big smile appeared on his face. You turned to look at who Jacob was looking at, a beautiful blonde lady stood in front of him. 

“Hey Queenie!” Jacob says excitedly. 

“Hi Jacob!” she replies cheerfully. 

“There was something I wanted to ask you” Jacob says nervously, “Would you like to go to a wedding with me?” 

“Oh! I would Love too!” she exclaims, “When is it?” she asks. 

“In a couple days” Jacob answers. He looks at you, you give him a thumbs up. Jacob laughs and Queenie looks confused. 

“Oh Queenie, there’s someone I’d like you to meet. This is the wonderful person getting married” Queenie turns and looks at you. Her hand goes to her mouth, her eyes flash with different emotions. 

“Hello Miss, are you okay?” you ask in concern. She snaps out of it and puts on a smile, 

“Yes im fine, it’s just, I adore weddings. So many emotions” She says. 

Her tone is happy but something else is laced in with her voice. 

“So who’s the lucky man?” 

“My fiance, Jason. he’s at work but we are going to spend some time together before the wedding” You answer. 

“Well, I hope it goes well and I’ll definitely be there” She hugs you, her hug lingers a little but you don’t mind. 

“Um Queenie, I have a question. There’s this lovely blue coat I saw in the window of Macys department store. Do you think I should get it? I know we just met but you have amazing style” you say sheepishly. 

“Dont worry honey, I saw the coat you’re talking about and I think it would look amazing on you!” She replies. 

“Thank you” you say. 

“I’m going to leave you two alone now. Goodbye!” You call. 

You walk past Macys again, the coat is still there. You look longing at the coat, you had some extra money to spend. 

“It’s so beautiful” you murmur to yourself. 

You walk in the store and try on the coat. it fits perfectly and you couldn’t resist, you but the coat and rush home. Jason was already asleep, your heart dropped a little but you shook it off. I was late anyway. You curled up next to him and fell asleep. 

“What creature is this Newt?” you ask curiously. 

“These are my Bowtruckles” he answers. One climbs from the tree to your arm, you let out a small laugh. Newt smiles at you. 

“That is Finn” he tells you. 

You let Finn climb onto your shoulder. Newt watched you as you played with Finn. Squealing distracted you from the Bowtruckles, little snake dragon things were in a nest. Newt made his way over, 

“Mummys here” he comforted to his animals. You giggled as he continued calling himself mummy. 

“These are my Occamies. Very protective creatures, They are also Chroanaptyxic and Choranaptyxic. Which means they grow and shrink to fit available space” he explains. he looks over at you and see;s your eyes full of wonder. 

“Would you like to hold one?” he asks

. Your eyes widen, “I’d love to!” you exclaim. 

Newt carefully puts the Occamy in your hands. It slithers into a spiral, it looks at you with curiosity. You stare at it making cooing noises. The Occamy chirps happily at you and you hand him back to Newt. hile Newt put the Occamies away you looked up at the nest above the Occamies. 

“Who’s nest is that?” you ask pointing at the nest above the Occamies. 

“Oh no Dougals gone” Newt said worriedly. “Dougal?” You ask. “My demiguise. he looks like this” Newt shows you a picture of a white looking creature, “He must have escaped” Newt explains. 

“Don’t worry Newt. Jacob and I will help you find him” You told him. Newt smiles at you. 

“Newt!” Jacobs voice called from the direction of the giant aquarium. 

“Ill be right back” Newt said to you before running to Jacob. 

You watched him walk away and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. 

“Y/n?” A voice woke you up. Jason was shaking you awake. 

“I made you some breakfast. I have to run to the office but I’ll be home early tonight I promise” Jason kissed you on the cheek before dashing out the door. 

You sighed and looked down at the food. You picked at it, your dream taking over your thoughts. The man in the coat again but this time, jacob was there. The mans name was still in your mind. 

You think it started with an N? You had to ask Jacob. It was probably just a coincidence. you were with Jacob most of the day yesterday anyway. But was the harm in asking. You hopped out of bed and got dressed. 

Wearing your new coat you hurried over to the Bakery. You burst through the door. 

“Jacob I had the weirdest dream last night. You were in it and something that looked a lot like your cookies and this man in a blue coat.” You blurt out, not even bothering to look up, you walked past a couple people and stood right in front of Jacob. 

“The coat was just the same color as mine” you explain gesturing to your coat. 

“Do you know anyone who dresses like that?” Jacob looked at you, then behind you, then back at you again. 

“What was the mans name” Jacob asks slowly.

 “I can’t recall but I think it starts with an N” you answer. 

Jacob looks behind you again. Curious, you turn around and are met with three people. One was Queenie, the second was another lady you hadn’t met and the last person made you stare with your mouth open. 

A man stood in front of you, he had a leather case in his hands, a dark colored bow tie and a blue coat, the same color as yours. His face had freckles all over it and he mirrored your expression. His hair was floppy and a cinnamon color. He was looking at you with so many emotions. 

“Y/n?” The man finally croaked out. 

A wave of emotion overcame you. This was the man from your dreams, the one you couldn’t get out of your head every night. The man who you would think about. You looked directly into his eyes before you whispered something, the mans name finally came to your memory. 

“Newt?”


causeimamerican  asked:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

freakykrazykenzie  asked:

Hey! I'm so gonna request a bunch of things, I just love your writing! Can I get an imagine where the reader is a famous musical actress and her and Ethan were secretly dating. Ethan than tells all of his gaming youtube friends that he has a girlfriend for months and they freak out when they see her? Really random I know!

ahh!!! thank you so much, babe!! i appreciate it. i never get asks like this!! this is adorable omf,, tysm!

Actress

So you were a busybody, okay, sure- but look at how far you’ve come.

You never thought this many people would know your name. You’re amazed daily by how many people recognize you, and how many paparazzi come to photograph you. Granted, your stylists and dressmakers are absolutely amazing, and you can never thank them enough. You’ve tried so hard not to let fame go to your head, and honestly? You try to rock an example point of view; not too much makeup, not too much skin, and not nothing at the same time. The time of va-va-voom everybody looks for in a humble yet beautiful girl, especially on the runway.

You started off as a child actress, working your way up the ranks, and you never thought that one of your shows would be such a big hit. You call it “yours”, but you didn’t write it. It’s just the show you got a lead in, and managed to make happen. And of course, it being musical was only the beginning. Apparently, your singing voice is something to savor all across Instagram, and although you’re still keeping a light mind when it comes to compliments, hearing it often is not bad for your self-esteem.

And yet… you’re struggling somewhat with balancing your life, your work… and Ethan.

You met him at an opening night for some shoe you forget the name of. He was dressed up, you were dressed up, and there was some small talk here and there, but all and all, what drew you to him was how you were treated like a human. Sure, you shouldn’t expect people to know who you are right off the bat, but you also don’t feel like it’d be a bad thing to be prepared for some seriously rude questions.

But with Ethan, he seemed like he knew who you were, and still just… treated you like a friend.

“Hi,” he’d said, “You’re Y/N, right? Pleasure to meet you, I’m a huge fan.” His smile was contagious and he shook your hand. “I’m Ethan.”

Because it was so late, he even offered to stay with you so you could get into your car safely. Creeps on the street are not something you enjoy, and he understood completely and even offered you a ride “in the least creepy way possible, I swear”, but you had a car coming and he was fine with that, too.

You laughed, hesitated, and then gave him your number. Told him he had to keep it a secret, everything, or he’d be in big trouble and you’d have to get a new phone. Again.

He promised up and down that your secret was safe with him.

It only took a couple of months of texting back and forth to realize how much you really liked Ethan. You learned that he was frequently on the Internet making a fool of himself in the best way, and even showed you the “stupid” videos he posted. They were adorable in your opinion, and you couldn’t help but watch a bunch of them before you went to bed… every night. He was just so charming.

He made the first move to suggest asking you out, and you texted him back a “fuck it, yeah” because that’s how he’s influenced you. You laugh about how little you used to swear, and how much he’s changed you.

He took you out to dinner and dancing and it was… so amazing.

It felt childish for you to talk to him so often, but you’re for sure “in like” with him, and he kept on responding to your messages. There were a couple nights when you’d Skype, and he’d just seem eager and adorable and rambly. And his entire personality had won you over so quickly that you didn’t know what you were going to do with yourself. It’s kind of unheard of for celebrities to walk red carpets with anybody who has below millions of dollars, but you had one of your designers start making a blue tuxedo. It was an impulsive buy.

“Ethan,” you’d said one day, while lounging on your couch with your head in his lap. He was playing with your hair and squishing your cheeks. “Do you wanna walk the red carpet with me next week?”

Ethan looks so pricelessly excited. “Uh, duh, who would say no to that?”

“My agent,” you joke, and he laughs. “We can call it a date if you want. Just smile for the camera and try not to do anything too cheesy.”

“I would never try to embarrass you like that,” he sounds serious. “You’re way too cute.”

“What about your friends? You always talk about them, but are you gonna tell them you’re running off with your… “famous”, psh, girlfriend to an event?“

“Weeeeell, y'see… I haven’t told them we’re dating yet. They’d kinda freak out a little, I think. A, that I have a girlfriend, and B, that you’re my girlfriend.”

You’re blushing a little. He sounds adorable calling you his girlfriend. “Yeah, I get it. But you could invite them if you wanted.”

“I’ll think about it, okay?” He runs his fingers through your hair, fluffing it out. “For now we can just sit here and you can be beautiful.”

You giggle.

You’re a little worried that he isn’t going to show up.

For one thing, even if he doesn’t, you’re assured that you’ll still look good. And although you might be a little frustrated, Ethan only ever has good reasons for being absent. You’ve got on a floor-length electric blue dress with a high leg slit and a… too-plunging-for-your-taste neckline. But it’s really comfortable fabric with a flowy skirt. You really hope Ethan likes it, and that he enjoys his tuxedo. It looks amazing on him, he tried it on for you before the show.

About five minutes later, Ethan pokes his head in. His hair dye is faded blue-purple, but his hair is tied up in a bun, anyways. He even has on stage makeup from an artist, probably. His glasses look adorable. And he even gasps when he sees you.

“You look fucking amazing.”

“I could say the same to you, holy-”

He picks you up in a hug and spins you around, before giving a gentle kiss to your cheek. Then he takes your arm in his and lets you lean on him like all of those adorable runway pictures, and you tilt his head down to see you. You give him a huge smile.

“Don’t look into any camera in particular, okay? Just look off into the distance, it makes all the pictures look a little better. Act like you like me,” you tease, and the agent gives you two the cue to walk.

Ethan’s a natural at handling all of the cameras. He follows your advice, gives you a kiss on the cheek, smiles, and holds tightly onto you. That’s the only indication that he’s nervous. Otherwise, his entire body is calm and collected.

He walks off the paparazzi section of the carpet with you, mumbling something about his phone.

“I got a text from Mark,” he says, and you look expectantly up at him. “He’s spamming me "what the fuck” and a picture of us backstage.“

"But… nobody took a picture of us backstage?”

“Maybe the security gaurd? It’s me spinning you around. The fuck is this?”

“Secret’s out now, Ethan. Gotta deal with me dating you in full force now,” you joke, to make him laugh before you keep walking.

After the event, you get a text from Ethan.

“I think all of my friends have a crush on you, too :P”

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anonymous asked:

(1/2 omg I'm sorry this is LOnG) (Reader) gets invited to a Wayne gala because she's on a scholarship to Gotham academy due to her fencing skills. She has Damian (who is now going to the academy because Bruce decided he should be around more kids his age. 15) in about half her classes. He didn't really pay attention to her until she showed up to the gala and basically sparked a bit of interest in him. But the thing is she's basically everything that's bright and polite and sweet, nothing dark ab

(2/2) about her. And since the gala the two actually start talking in school more often, until it turns into them hanging out at each others house from time to time. My question now is how do you think Dami would react to himself figuring out he has feelings for her, how would he deal with them? Better yet, when his siblings and father find out, how much do they tease them? I’m using this in a story and I really love your blog, figured I’d ask for help 😖

Omg I’m so sorry this took so long to reply to! I left this blog for ages after my brother died and have only recently started coming back. I still feel guilty though :(. 

Anyway… I guess the way I’d see it is.. if you still want my opinion.. 

  • At the party, him watching her but trying to play it off till one of his brothers ask who she is
  • Then he responds dimissively, listing her attributes but loudly concluding that she wasn’t worth much observation
  • spending the night mentally listing her flaws, her dodgy make up and her lack of higher etiquette training ect ect
  • feeling his stomach roll as she laughs at one of his other classmates, a snobby guy that Damian detests
  • Damian maybe wandering over all high and mighty because he thinks the reader needs saving from the guy’s appalling manners
  • Reader being absolutely capable of taking care of herself, besides he’s not that bad 
  • Damian protesting later to Dick that it was just because that guy was sooo annoying and brusque that he had decided to intervene, as if he would willingly spend time with someone as naive as you
  • he would though
  • repeatedly

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Anonymous said: about the prompts - sick!dan and kyle taking care of him or they had fight about something

this didn’t turn out the way i anticipated it to turn out… but dan has been having a cold lately, and that inspired me. and they’re not fighting in this, per se… but bickering like little kids. hope you like it anyway! some fluff and kinda crack-ish, ~2 600 words

Dan wouldn’t think of himself as a very fussy person when it comes to being ill. He never complains about it, not wanting to worry anyone else with him not feeling good, and he’s never had to have a gig cancelled due to illness. And today is not going to be the first time.

“You should probably see someone for that cold.”

Dan looks up from his phone screen, having been busy going through his morning Twitter feed. It’s still filled with positive comments about ‘Comfort of Strangers’, and Dan can’t help but feel flattered over the artwork their fans put the time and effort into creating, based on their music. “What?” he asks, watching as Kyle flops down on the couch in the lounge area of the bus.

“You’ve been snoring worse than Woody.” Kyle points out. “Been keeping me up.”

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I'm sure its nothing (Part 2)

You had spent the past few days as though you had no real purpose. As though there was nothing you could do that would have any relevance. You stayed in bed whilst Simon was asleep though you didn’t sleep yourself. You cooked food for yourself and the boys but yours always ended up in the bin. But you hadn’t cried since that day. It was as though that had released all of the tears you had in you. Now you just felt empty.
You hadn’t said anything to the boys. Nor had Simon. He wanted to but couldn’t find the right explanation.
“Hey beautiful” Simon smiles lightly when you walk in.
“Hey” You reply, setting the cup for him down on his desk.
“Did you get yourself some breakfast?” He asks with worry.
His fans had noticed a change in how Simon had been. He hadn’t been on Twitter, the videos he had posted were from before anything happened, he hadn’t posted any main channel videos and the boys had been recording without him instead.
“Um no I wasn’t really hungry” You admit simply.
“Babe i-” He starts, “You know you can talk to me right?”
“Of course” You nod and kiss his forehead, “I’ve got a bit of work to do”
“Sure” He says though you can tell he wants to say more.
You take your laptop and go downstairs to work so you don’t disturb him whilst he works and take a seat on one of the kitchen barstools instead.
“Hey (y/n),” Vikk smiles when he walks in, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Hey Vikk” You reply politely.
“Everything okay?” He frowns.
“Why wouldn’t it be?” You force a ‘happy’ smile.
“I didn’t want to say anything but it just seems like you haven’t been yourself recently” He comments.
“Vikk, I’m okay” You assure him, “Don’t worry about me”
It isn’t long, maybe an hour, and the other boys come downstairs with Vikk too.
“(Y/n) can we talk to you please?” Josh starts and they all stand at the end of the counter in the kitchen.
“About what?” You sigh, closing the lid of your laptop and hating that you couldn’t find a sense of peace in this house.
“Listen, we have noticed recently that you’ve been acting different” Vikk comments, “You’ve been distant with all of us, distant with Simon, you haven’t filmed together, you haven’t been on social media, you haven’t seemed like you two”
“I-” You begin but JJ cuts you off.
“If you need to tell us what’s happening its fine” JJ bursts.
“What do you think is happening guys?”
“Has Simon done something to you?” Josh questions with that all too parental look on his face.
“What?!” You exclaim and you feel as though its the most emotion you’ve shown recently.
“Its okay (y/n)!” JJ responds, “You’re not alone”
“That’s not what’s happened” You roll your eyes.
“What has happened then?” Vikk sighs, “It just hasn’t been you”
Simon comes down then, obviously questioning why everyone was downstairs.
“What did I miss?” He asks when everyone’s eyes dart to him.
“Are you two splitting up?” JJ exclaims loudly.
Simon looks at you and takes a deep breath, walking over and squeezing your hand.
“We were going to tell you when it had sunk in a bit more for both of us,” He starts, “Over a month ago, we found out that (y/n) was pregnant. But a few days ago, something happened and-”
He notices the tears in your eyes and stops. They all do.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry” Josh says sympathetically.
The other two nod but have nothing to say. You couldn’t blame them.
“They’ve said its just one of those things really and it doesn’t mean we can’t try again in the future “ Simon explains and you know he’s talking to you as well as the boys.
"So, how are you both?” Vikk asks carefully.
“It was a shock at first. And I know its going to take a little while but-” Simon starts but stops to glance at you.
“We’re okay” You state with a slightly croaky voice but when Simon looks down to you, your lips show a delicate smile.
“Well, how about you guys have a day off?” JJ suggests, clasping his hands, “We could all do with a few hours. I’ll get the pizza menus and Josh, you can put the game on the TV. Its Arsenal”
“Plastic fan” Vikk mutters and soon the other boys are messing around in front of you.
Simon grabs your hand and turns your chair so you can face him, “Are you sure about that? About us being okay?”
“No I’m not” You shake your head truthfully, “But right now, sitting around is only going to waste my time. I’ve still got my boyfriend and I’ve still got all of these assholes. And I think this past few weeks has taught us that maybe we could have kids”
“And are you sure about that babygirl?” He asks with a hint of hope in his voice.
“I think I am” You smile and he leans down to kiss your lips.
It was the first time you’d kissed him properly for the past few days. You needed to show him that you were still there. That this whole thing hadn’t taken you away from him. That he still had his rock by his side. And that this wasn’t you losing hope. It was you finding a new dream.
(I know that final line or two might seem a bit strange x Its actually something my brother said to me when he went through the same thing so I think it was important to include x)

anonymous asked:

RFA! + Saeran and V if you want where MC's in a rigorous academic program (like IB or AP if they're still in high school, or super advanced courses in college) and they start to disregard their sleep and eating habits in order to get more studying in? I'm kinda going through that rough patch right now and I need some moral support ^.^"

I’m so sorry to hear that anon, I hope things get easier for you soon! I’m actually going through something similar myself, I started this blog because I wanted to get back to doing something I liked >.< I’m not going to specify which program MC is attending~ Good luck with your studies!


Zen

  • he never really liked school, so to see you almost killing yourself studying really hits a nerve
  • “MC, you cannot neglect your health for this! You can always get better results in class, but you can’t always get your health back if it gets worse. You must take care of yourself!”
  • he doesn’t usually keep any food in his fridge, but goes grocery shopping and cooks for you when he has time
  • when he sees you studying past bedtime, he picks you up and carries you to bed gah nooo zen just one more minute please
  • sometimes, when you’re too stressed to sleep, he sings to you until you drift off, even if it takes hours
  • to try to encourage you, he decides to quit all his bad habits
  • he doesn’t understand the courses you’re taking, but he tries to help you organize your notes
  • “Please, MC, I don’t want to see you get sick! You need to eat well and sleep so you can think clearly. Can you do this for me?”

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SOLO Sans gets Drunk - Implied Fontcest

 So, a few weekends ago, I got fucking blasted from downing almost an entire bottle of cherry vodka raw through nothing but shots. My roomie was showing me how to do them properly with her double shot glass and, uh… Practice makes perfect, right?

Anyway, she left my drunk ass after I crashed in bed to go visit her bf, thinking I was gonna pass out, but for some reason I thought, “I need to record something rn- It’s been a while”, so I did. I was originally gonna polish this up and make an actual thing out of it but intoxicated-me didn’t make sure the audio was ok in quality/consistency and I don’t like working with shit that ain’t my best, let alone posting it, but HEY FUCK IT HERE YOU GO! (editing my drunk rambling was torture jfc)

Also feel free to imagine Grillby just standing there watching the entire embarrassing exchange in silence.

Script below the cut

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