make me a sandwich

Ray Toro comes into my house and makes me a sandwich then kisses my head and tells me I’m doing a good job as I sob into his arms

Frank Iero comes into my house and spits into all my cups and calls me a bitch before roundhouse kicking my lamp off the table and leaving

consider: tater meeting bitty for the first time. bitty goes for the handshake. tater not only goes for the hug, he literally squeezes bitty and picks him up off the floor with a “so THIS is little baker who make such good sandwiches??? good!!! you bring extra for me, no???” he doesn’t put bitty down for a full ten seconds. he loves him. they text each other all the time. whenever jack chirps bitty in the future bitty goes “tater wouldn’t treat me like this”

  • Yoongi: Now, lets say you havent eaten for days and You're in desperate need for a sandwich. What do you do?
  • Taehyung: I walk over to the house and have Jin make me a sandwich.
  • Yoongi: Okay, yes, but Jin's not here.
  • Jungkook: Wheres Jin?
  • Yoongi: It's not important where he is, umm, he's gone, he left the country.
  • Jimin: He left the country? Why, is he ok?
  • Yoongi: Yes, he's fine.
  • Taehyung: Well if he's fine, I don't see why he can't make me a sandwich.

I don’t even know. I was taking a walk today and this idea popped into my head. I swear I’m still writing the bookstore AU, too. Also, *pops confetti*, I hit 2k followers today! Who ARE all you guys? Anyway, this fluff/ridiculousness is for you. ~1.6k words, rated G. Sterek, of course.

now also on AO3

The whole thing starts with Stiles really, really craving a meatball sub from the place across the street.

“God, someone shut him up,” Erica groans. They’re all kind of at their breaking point by now; they’ve been camped out in this meeting room all day, brainstorming. “He’s been talking about the same goddamn sandwich for seven and a half minutes now, and it’s making me hungry.”

“If only our ad campaign were about sandwiches, Stilinski would have it in the bag and we could all go home,” Isaac sighs.

From across the table, Derek rises abruptly to his feet and storms out. (Or maybe it’s just that Stiles always interprets everything Derek does as stormy. With those eyebrows, it’s hard not to.)

Stiles assumes he’s just gotten so fed up with them all that it’s either storm out or kill someone, and he’s just grateful Derek chose Door Number 1. It’s a good day not to get killed by Derek Hale.

Only, fifteen minutes later he comes back in. With a paper bag from the deli.

As soon as he gets within grabbing distance, Stiles practically collapses across the table in his haste to reach for it. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?”

Derek holds it up over his head. “Who says this is for you? Maybe all your talk inspired me to go get a meatball sub of my own.”

“Oh, please. Like anyone with your abs eats meatball subs.” Stiles leaps to his feet on his swivel chair—because screw safety, Derek will catch him if he starts to topple over—and snatches the bag out of Derek’s grip. Derek doesn’t fight him for it very hard.

“Why don’t I get a meatball sub?” Erica whines, thumping her head down on her notebook. “Doesn’t anyone love me?”

Derek shrugs and takes his seat again. “You didn’t ask.”

“You just like Stilinski better,” she grumbles, and Derek just shrugs again.

Meanwhile, Stiles rips into the bag and takes a huge bite out of the gloriousness that is this sandwich. He can’t help throwing in a few theatrical moans just to taunt Erica, and she suitably rewards him with a glare of death across the table.

“Mmm,” Stiles says. “Derek, I love you so much, dude. Marry me.”

Instead of the grumpy eyebrows he expects, Derek meets his eye, leans back smugly in his chair, and says, “Okay.”

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Allura: Now let’s say you haven’t eaten for days and you’re in desperate need of a sandwich. What do you do?

Lance: I walk over to Hunk and have him make me a sandwich.

Allura: Okay, yes, but Hunk is not there.

Pidge: Where’s Hunk?

Allura: It’s not important where he is. He’s gone. He left the planet.

Pidge: He left the planet? Why? Is he okay?

Allura: Yes, he’s fine!

Lance: Well, if Hunk is fine, I don’t see why he couldn’t make me a sandwich.

Ask meme- Voltron style

(I just wanted to make one of these ok)

Sacrifice: if u had to die for any given Voltron character, who would it be?

Race: Would u rather be galran or altean?

Painting: Which three Voltron characters sum up your personality best?

Black paladin: Assuming shiro doesn’t return, who do u think should be the black paladin in his place?

Acquaintance: If u could meet any given Voltron character, who would it be?

Lion: If u were a paladin of Voltron, what lion would u pilot?

Body swap: U now switch places with any given Voltron character, so they live ur everyday life, and u live theirs. Who would u choose?

Motherhood: U now have to adopt and raise one of the Paladins as ur own child. Which would it be?

Face: If u could take the appearance of any Voltron character, which would it be?

Missing Sweater

Summary: Bucky keeps complaining about how he can’t find a certain navy-blue sweater of his. Until he goes to your room and finds you curled up watching Netflix on your bed, wearing a certain sweater. (idea by the amazing, Kathrynn, @james-bionic-barnes)

Author’s Note: Props to my girl Kath for letting me write out this fic from the lovely idea she had in mind. Hope you enjoy, folks! :)

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