not my normal cup of tea

  • Random arrogant guy: My girl is the fucking best I tell you, she cooks for me and it the hottest human being I ever seen.
  • Gajeel: *chuckles*
  • Guy: Oh? You think that's funny?! Do you have a girl?
  • Gray: Pipe your mouth, we all do.
  • Guy: Oh okay, well then tell me Mr. Fuzzhead, what makes yours so special.
  • Natsu: I start *clears throat* She is a spirit user mage, she has endured adventures with me even those far beyond her level at the beginning. She endured being kidnapped and beaten. She got a lot stronger though, I saw her summoning mini planets to attack people with and now she can use the spirit's power for herself while summoning them. She took care of me while I was unconscious and dying twice and she never ran away even when the situation looked bad.
  • Gray: *takes his shirt off* Mine is always by my side, she is the most loyal girl you ever meet. She has baked me cookies, cupcakes, cakes. She helped me ease my pain of losing my family by defeating a necromancer demon that used my father as a weapon. She stayed with me for 6 months and understood why I vanished for a secret mission. She even tried to sacrifice herself when the only option was "kill or be killed".
  • Gajeel: *eats a piece of iron and gulps it down* Even though I was a complete asshole at the beginning and I hurt her a lot. She accepted me in her life, she cares a lot for me. When I was nearly drowning she gave me air and when I fought alone she summoned iron for me to eat. She saw me nearly die in a vortex and wanted to jump in to save me. When we met again, Gihiii~, she kicked me and tackled me. She is a bookworm so she is probably one of the smarter ones you ever met.
  • Jellal: Nobody is tougher than mine. *Puts down his cup of tea* She had endured getting her eyes stabbed out and years of sadness because I was possessed and threw her away. When we met again she tried everything to help my memories back to normal. She even let me get arrested when I said that she should let me. It wasn't easy for her. What I heard, she got tortured and survived that. The guys are even scared of her because she is probably one of the most powerful girls out there.
  • Gray: Didn't she cut a meteor ones?
  • Jellal: Point proven.
  • Guy: ...

anonymous asked:

Yeah I really just laugh at when people compare Aang temporarily losing Appa to Katara's mother being murdered and her experiencing it and living through it, you explained it best in your previous meta, and what shocks me even more is that people don't see the connection in Zuko and Katara both losing their mothers, like yeah Zuko's mom was alive in the end but Zuko didn't know that did he? His mom was probably dead for all he knew, and that's one of many things Zuko and Katara have in common.

You’re right, I guess Zuko and Katara do have a thing or two in common …

Katara: The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.

Zuko: I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.

Iroh: Please, sit. Why don’t you enjoy a cup of calming jasmine tea?
Zuko: I don’t need any calming tea!

Aang: Okay, okay, you both need to calm down.
Katara Both?  I’m completely calm!

Katara: I know it’s meant to be this way. The world needs you now. You give people hope.

Iroh: Things will never return to normal. But the important thing is, the Avatar gives Zuko hope.

Zuko: Not that you would understand. You’re like my sister. Everything always…came easy to her. She’s a firebending prodigy – and everyone adores her.

Katara: Will you PLEASE shut your air hole! Believe it or not, your infinite wisdom gets a little old sometimes. Why don’t we just throw the scroll away since you’re so naturally gifted!

Zuko: You can’t sacrifice an entire division like that! Those soldiers love and defend our nation! How can you betray them? 

Katara: No. I will never, ever turn my back on people who need me!

Aang: I… I was just showing Katara a few moves. 
Master Pakku:
You have disrespected me, my teachings, and my entire culture.

Zuko: I won’t fight you. 
Fire Lord Ozai: You will learn respect, and suffering will be your teacher. 

Zuko: You rise with the moon.

Zuko: I rise with the sun.

Iroh: Prince Zuko, have you forgotten what happened last time you dueled a master?
Zuko: I will never forget. 

Sokka: Are you crazy, Katara? You’re not gonna win this fight!

Katara: I know! I don’t care!

Katara: Why don’t you try blocking my chi now circus freak!!

Zuko: ‘I’m so pretty, look at me. I can walk on my hands, whoo!’ Circus freak!

Zuko: She’s not my girlfriend!

Katara: I’m not his girlfriend!

Katara: Here’s your chance, earthbenders! Take it! Your fate is in your own hands!

Zuko: A hundred years of fighting has left the world scarred and divided. But with the Avatar’s help, we can get it back on the  right path, and begin a new era of love and peace.


autistic studying advice

by an autistic undergrad

1) Don’t trust all study guides by NTs

Their brains are wired differently and some things that work for them won’t work for us. There’s a chance those tips and tricks won’t do anything for you, which might make you feel like a failure. You aren’t! If something doesn’t work, move on. It’s okay.

2) If you have executive dysfunction, laziness and lack of motivation is not your problem

When you struggle with executing tasks it may feel like you are lazy and aren’t motivated enough, but that’s not necessarily true! You might be hella motivated and still not be able to do a task. Trying to motivate yourself in that case will only make you more frustrated.

3) Get distractions out of the way

Little things that would not distract a neurotypical person might distract you, in which case you won’t be able to work to your full capacity. Build a sensory friendly environment with no noises, bright lights, bad smells, etc. Use ear plugs or music if you need to. Get stim toys if you stim a lot to concentrate. Good environment is very important and is probably the reason why you struggle at school/college/uni where your senses might be overstimulated.

4) If you tend to hyperfocus, learn when it happens

Hyperfocus can be incredibly useful for studying, so if it happens to you, try to identify when it happens. For me I tend to hyperfocus when there are absolutely no distractions (for me that often means when I have headphones on and I’m alone). Then replicate those factors to get more done.

5) Learn ways around executive dysfunction and limited energy

This is the most difficult part. Studying when you have problems with executing tasks and limited spoons (energy resources) is tough. Here’s how you can deal with it.

6) Understand your priorities

You will not be able to do as much as NTs do in one day. Deal with it now. Understand that simple tasks such as brushing your teeth or talking on the phone also require energy. So prioritize. Assume you can only do one thing today, the most important/urgent one, and do that first. Then the less important thing. And so on.

7) “Don’t half-ass things” is a lie

Half-ass things. Quarter-ass things. If you can only do one math problem today, do it. That will be one less math problem later. If you can only read a few pages of a textbook today, do it. It’s also easy to think “if I can’t write the essay and finish that project today, might as well do nothing”. That’s a lie too. Do a small thing but do something. Do something badly but still do it. You might be able to fix it later. There’s no shame in being disabled, no matter what society makes you think.

8) Do the most complicated thing first

If you have several tasks and one requires more executive functioning, do that first. Your planning skills are probably at best right after you wake up, before you have time to spend any energy. So that’s the best time to do tasks with many steps or to plan tasks ahead.

9) Rest and take breaks right

It’s important to take breaks in between work, but you have to do it right. You might be tempted to do something useful for a break to be productive - like take a walk or read a book or talk to someone. Do not, or at least do not unless you are absolutely sure. Switching to another task requires mental energy, so that will only deplete your energy sources.

For breaks, do something ridiculously easy. Go on social media. Listen to a song and sing along. Watch a YouTube video. Stim. Daydream. Even lay down and close your eyes for five minutes. Just don’t switch to tasks that also require energy.

10) Don’t try to learn by repetition

Studies show that learning by repetition doesn’t work for us. It will not help you make more connections in your brain. Instead, do different tasks. Read from a book. Write down important points from the book. Read them out loud. Try to repeat them without looking. Pretend to explain it to someone. Answer questions related to the material. Draw it. Watch a video about it. Make a mnemonic for it. Whatever. Just don’t sit there reading it again and again.

11) Be kind to yourself

Your energy levels and capabilities will fluctuate from day to day, and you can’t always know how it will turn out. On some days I can write an essay from scratch in one sitting. On others I struggle to make myself a cup of tea. That’s normal, and it’s not your fault. Blaming yourself for it will only upset you and make it less likely that you do at least something today.

Imagine it like this: you are playing a game, and the difficulty setting randomly switches every day. On some days it’s on easy and you get through five levels with no problems. On some days it’s on very difficult and you can’t even get to the first checkpoint. That’s okay. Say to yourself, “my abilities haven’t changed, the difficulty changed”. Today, just get to that checkpoint. Tomorrow you might get through five levels.

12) Learn from other autistic people

For any other problem you might come across, other autistic people are the best source of knowledge. Allistic parents, teachers, friends, mentors, etc are likely to not understand your problem at all, or give you bad advice. Instead consult the real autism experts - actually autistic people. There are plenty of us who got through school, college and/or uni. Reach out to them. They will help.

Good luck!

voltron coffee hcs

lance: latte ho

hunk: depends on his mood. sometimes he’ll go for that double caramel iceed machiatto with two shots of expresso and whipped cream and other times he’s just like “give me the goddamn bean water and don’t add anything to it”

pidge: straight black coffee, no cream or sugar

shiro: normal cup of coffee. two creams, three sugars. doesn’t understand all the fancy starbucks shit.

keith: secretly a tea drinker

allura: idk if alteans have coffee but she would be a latte ho too

coran: he’s a pumpkin spice latte man

Weather It With A Distraction

Request: “Can you do a oneshot where Sirius comforts the reader during a storm cause she’s afraid” + “Can you write another young Sirius? Those are my favorites and I’ve read everything in your blog even though I dont know what half of it is…”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 946

Warnings: None

Originally posted by sensualkisses

There it was again. Thunder louder than the pulse that shrouded your head in a constant violent thumping. You knew it was childish to be afraid, and that only made you more ashamed as you cowered under the covers of the bed. Normally, the pitter-patter of rain was soothing, something that encouraged you to take a cup of tea and book in hand and relax until the comforting feeling of rapping water droplets lulled you to sleep. But now the rain was vicious, battering on the windows, accompanied by the bright light that lit the night sky intimidatingly.

“(Y/n)?” Sirius entered the room, his voice sleep laced. “Are you up?”

You pulled the duvet to your chin, watching the young man stumble in the dark towards you. You felt slightly more at ease as he crawled on top of the bed towards you, coming under the blanket with you. His warm hands sent a jolt through your flesh as he pulled you to him, almost as bold as the lightning itself. Although, you soon relaxed into his touch, his gentle caressing feeling idyllic on this fearful night.

“I was woken up by the thunder.” He mumbled. “I hope you don’t mind that I snuck in.”

You smiled, leaning back into his chest as he spoke. The low rumbling of his voice tickled your back. You had been staying with your parents for the week, as they insisted on having you back home for a little while over the Christmas break. They agreed to let you bring your boyfriend with you, but on the condition that he sleeps in a separate room. But, with Sirius being Sirius, he had found a way to spend every night with you in your own bed, disappearing in the early hours of the morning as to not raise suspicions.

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my affordable, cruelty-free skincare routine for sensitive, acne-prone skin

I have terrible skin. Maybe it’s the Celiac Disease, maybe it’s the PCOS, maybe I’m just unlucky… whatever the case, on bad days I look a lot like Deadpool without his mask. To top it off, my skin is extremely sensitive, especially on my face, and I’m allergic to benzoyl peroxide, which is the active ingredient in most acne treatments. (Luckily, I’ve gotten pretty good at covering my acne with makeup.) I’ve tried just about everything you can try for acne, from Neutrogena to Proactiv to a prescription cleanser my doctor gave me, and most of it just made my skin worse. Then, when I was just about ready to sell my soul or start bathing in virgin blood, I found these products. All of them are all-natural or mostly-natural, none of them are tested on animals, they’re all fairly cheap and available at most drugstores, and all of them WORK. My skin looks and feels amazing – for the first time in years, I don’t have any big spots or breakouts. 

First of all (and this is probably not what some of you want to hear, but it really is true), what you put into your body effects your health and appearance, especially your skin. Someone who eats a lot of greasy, artificially flavored, or highly processed food will almost always have worse skin than someone who eats a healthy, balanced diet. That’s just a fact of life. And there are always going to be a few people who just have ridiculously good genes, and can consume a family sized bag of Doritos and a two-liter of Dr. Pepper every day and still have perfect skin, as unfair as that might seem to the rest of us. 

My skin has gotten significantly better since I was diagnosed with PCOS (that’s Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome) and insulin resistance (which is often caused by PCOS and can lead to full-blown diabetes if not treated) last November. My doctor put me on a couple of medications to regulate my insulin and my hormones, and also suggested that I switch to a low-carb diet – both of those things have improved my skin a lot. If you have chronic or severe acne. especially if acne does not run in your family, talk to your doctor. Sometimes, skin conditions like acne can indicate a bigger, underlying health issue. If that’s the case (as it is with me), treating the underlying issue will often improve your skin.

Anyway, now that the PSA is out of the way, here are some things you can do to improve your skin from the inside out:

  • Take zinc supplements. (Just be sure to take them with food – taking zinc on an empty stomach can make you very nauseous.)
  • Take fish oil. (This one is a bit more expensive, but one bottle will last you almost a year, since you only have to take one a day.)
  • Drink green tea every day. I’ve talked about the benefits of different teas on this blog before, but green tea in particular has been proven to improve your skin over time if you drink at least one cup a day. My current favorites are Tazo’s Zen and Green Ginger blends, but Yogi’s Skin Detox blend is delicious and contains other herbs that are good for your skin. 
  • Avoid artificial flavors, colors, and preservatives in your food. 
  • Switch to a low-carb, or even paleo, diet. (This one is a pretty extreme solution, but if you decide to try it, just know that it’s actually normal for you to feel sore, tired, grumpy, and sick during the first two weeks eating low-carb. This is so common that it has a nickname – they call it “the carb flu.” Don’t let those first couple of weeks discourage you – you will feel much better once they’re over.) 

And if all of that sounds like way too much effort, don’t worry, because what you put on your skin makes a big difference, too. Here are the products that I use in my day-to-day skincare routine, in the order that I use them:

  1. Yes To Tomatoes Activated Charcoal Bar Soap - (Please note that, normally, using a bar soap on your face is a very, very bad idea. But this one is specially made to be gentle enough for it, even if you have extremely sensitive skin like mine.) I just rub it on my face, lather it up, (gently!) scrub a bit, and then rinse it off. It’s very convenient and easy. 
  2. Thayer’s Witch Hazel Toner, Original - (As you may have already learned the hard way, toners with alcohol in them can be damaging, so even if you don’t use this one, look for one that’s alcohol-free.) I pour it onto a cotton ball or cotton pad (or, in cases of emergency, a folded up paper towel) and swab my face with it. Again, pretty easy.
  3. Yes To Tomatoes Daily Balancing Moisturizer - (Part of the reason I love this product is because it smells really good – but it also works really well. My skin looked visibly clearer and less red after one use!) This is EVEN EASIER than the previous two steps. I just apply it immediately after toner, and use my fingertips to massage it into my face. 

Those are the three products that I use twice a day, every day, but if you want to really go all-out, here are a couple of others you can try:

  • Freeman Charcoal & Black Sugar Mask - (It looks like mud. It kinda feels like mud. But it also makes my skin feel smooth, soft, and buttery, and does a really good job of clearing up acne and redness.) You just smear it on your face, leave it on until it dries (I usually do 20-30 minutes), and then rinse it off. I like to use it immediately after washing my face with the bar soap, then after I wash it off I skip toner and go straight to moisturizer.
  • Lush Dark Angels Scrub/Cleanser - (Are you picking up on a theme yet? Turns out, charcoal is amazing for clearing up acne. I debated even putting this one on the list, because unlike all these other products, it is definitely not cheap, and you won’t find it at your local drugstore. Honestly, it does almost the exact same thing as the Freeman mask – which is $17 cheaper – but this one has a bit more of an exfoliation factor to it, and smells really nice.) I’m currently out of it (because it’s expensive and I’m a bit low on funds at the moment), but when I used it before I would pinch off a small amount, mix it with water to make a paste, and use it on my face instead of my normal cleanser. Then I’d skip toner and go ahead and moisturize. 
  • Biore Deep Cleansing Pore Strips - These are really handy if you have a lot of blackheads. You just wet your nose, smooth the strip down on it, wait for it to feel dry and stiff, and then rip it off. It is NOT painless, but it’s not as bad as waxing your legs or ripping off a band-aid. And it removes all of the gunk clogging your pores. My favorite part is looking at all of the nasty stuff left on the strip after you rip it off. It’s disgusting, but kinda fascinating. Glad all of that isn’t in my pores anymore. 

Those are all of the products I like to use on my face. All of them are cruelty-free, none of them give me an allergic reaction, and all of them help my skin a lot. 

Here are some extra tips for keeping your skin as soft, clear, and glowing as possible:

  • If you wear makeup, you might wanna invest in a primer to create a protective barrier between your foundation and your skin. I’m currently using e.l.f.’s Poreless Face Primer (which, btw is sold at Walmart for half of the price Amazon is asking).
  • Also, you should never, ever sleep with makeup on, or leave your makeup on overnight. It will damage your skin and make you break out, no matter how prone to acne your skin normally is. Even if you’re too tired to do your full skincare routine, at least swab your face down with a makeup remover wipe before you go to bed.
  • Look for makeup products that are labelled “non-comedogenic” and “hypoallergenic.” Usually, these products are the safest bet for people with sensitive skin.
  • Exercise has been linked to clearer skin. Even little things like walking your dog or ten minutes of yoga can make a difference.
  • Lack of sleep can and often does cause breakouts. I literally cannot stress how important getting enough sleep is, not just to your skin, but to your overall physical and mental health.
  • Don’t wash your face more than twice a day. Washing too often can cause your face to produce excess oil, which clogs your pores, which causes breakouts.
  • Do not exfoliate more than three times a week, and never exfoliate two days in a row. 
  • Using pore strips too often can be really bad for you. After using one on your face, wait at least 2-3 days before you use another.

And finally, remember that other people do not look at your skin as closely as you do. Most of the time, other people don’t think your acne is as bad as you do. Your friends don’t care if you have a huge pimple on your chin, or if your nose is covered in blackheads. And even if you follow all of the advice in this post, never miss a dose of vitamins, wash your face twice a day, every day, and use masks and special treatments several times a week, you might still have occasional small breakouts or redness. And that’s okay, because no one’s skin is always perfect. Having acne or bad skin doesn’t make you ugly, and investing time, effort, and money in treating your skin doesn’t make you vain. Do what makes you feel happy, comfortable, and confident.
My bizarre job interview to work for Prince
Alan Edwards flew to Paisley Park after being asked whether he wanted to be Prince's UK PR man. But there was no way to prepare for the interview that followed
By Ashleigh Rainbird

From PR guru Alan Edwards landed his dream job to represent Prince – after the weirdest job interview ever.

The Outside Organisation boss tells the Mirror about his trip to Paisley Park, where he expected to meet the superstar himself.

Alan tells the Mirror: “I got a call from someone in LA who asked if I’d consider being Prince’s UK PR. I said: ‘Of course, yes.’

“I was flown out to Minneapolis – it was winter, pretty bleak – and there’s a driver waiting there. He takes me, and it feels like the middle of nowhere, there’s endless fir trees, then suddenly, out of the snowy landscape, up pops an extraordinary white, space age building – Paisley Park.

“It was like something out of E.T. or Star Wars. This was the 1980s, I’d never seen anything like it.

“I knocked on the door, someone answered and sent me up to a room upstairs where I sat down. But when I say a room, it wasn’t a normal room. It was sort of suspended, and it had a glass floor. It was like being in a see through cage.

“Nobody had said anything to me yet. It wasn’t even as if anyone brought me a cup of tea.

“Then a button was pushed and music starts coming out – and it’s fantastic. It’s Prince’s album Diamonds and Pearls, which hadn’t been released yet. So I’m just sitting there, completely on my own, in this see through room, listening to this album.”

But despite being in an clear, empty room, Alan wondered if he was being watched.

“I had a sensation that I was being observed,” he continues. “You get that feeling. I couldn’t work out what it was, but I thought I better really put some energy into listening to the record.

“I was tapping my feet, moving my head, but I think I stopped short of getting up and playing air guitar.

“I was really getting into it, which wasn’t hard because it was truly a lovely album and I still think one of his greatest and slightly overlooked albums.”

The entire album – all 65 minutes – were played without interruption as Alan sat by himself.

“Nobody had come in, nobody had said anything,” he continues. “Then it finished and someone says: 'Your car’s outside.’ And I leave.”

Returning to the airport, he wondered if his Prince experience had come to an end, but was startled when his stretch limo driver struck up an unusual conversation.

“We’re driving back through the pine trees and snowy landscape and he said: 'Well, what did you think of this song?’ And: 'What did you think of the vocals there?’ He really peppered me with questions – it was like a school exam.

“It dawned on me quickly that this was maybe not casual conversation. The driver was cross questioning me like a music journalist, forensically, about the album.

“It occurred to me very fast that in one way or another, maybe this was being relayed back to someone. For a minute I wondered who was under that cap!

“I was questioned all the way to the airport. It was a lot easier than my O Levels because I had a passion for it, and I’d just heard a great record. I didn’t have to ham it up too much.”

Returning to London, Alan heard nothing from Paisley Park. He began to think he might not have got the job.

But, he says: “Then in the office three days later, and the phone rings and a voice says: 'You’re hired.’ And that was that.”

For the next few years, Alan would represent one of the most iconic performers of our time. Of course, the role came with its quirks.

Alan continues: “My partner at the time, Chris Poole and I were in a very small office in Charlotte Street, and even though we had some great clients the entire operation was in one room.

“Prince was very shy, he was not a very chatty person. And one of his prerequisites was that he insisted that we had a phone installed for his use.

“It was pre-mobiles, so it was a bigger deal to go to Telecom and get a phone installed, and you paid for the line. It just sat there for weeks.

“We were never allowed to use it, and nobody else was given the number. Only Prince had the number. Whenever he wanted to call, he knew he could get straight through, and wouldn’t have to talk to anybody else.”

Press events were equally as unusual – and Alan’s first face-to-face encounter with the singer wasn’t as direct as his usual interactions with new clients.

“I was given the task to take 10 journalists to Rotterdam, where we were told Prince was going to appear at a club,” he says.

“He was the biggest thing in the universe at that moment. I stood there in this half empty club with journalists including the Mirror’s 3am team for one hour, then two hours, and I had to keep saying: 'He’ll be along in a minute.’

“I had Fleet Street’s finest – the most powerful columnists in the UK – what’s going to happen? It was pre-mobile, so there was no texts from management - we were just stuck there.

“It got to 4/5 o'clock in the morning, then there was a kerfuffle, and Prince comes upstairs with his manager and I was taken over to have a conversation with him about whether or not he’s going to perform, and whether the club is good enough for him, and who this mob is with me at the bar.

“He was a few feet away from me. The manager was on my left, one foot away from me. Prince addressed all the questions to the manager, who then asked them to me. I answered the manager, who then told Prince what I’d said.

“This thing went on for about 10/15 minutes – the whole conversation. The manager was just repeating it: 'Alan says there are 10 journalists here, and they want to review the concert.'”

Alan has nothing but fond memories of the superstar, and heralds his former client as a “genius”.

“Prince was a very gentle, soft spoken, and a nice person to deal with. He’s just shy, he really was shy. It was really extraordinary for someone so flamboyant, such an amazing performer to be so quiet one-on-one. You could hardly hear his voice at times.

“He broke the rules racially, sexually, musically and business wise. This word 'genius’ is overused, but it definitely applied to this man.

“All his approach was a few hundred years ahead. You had the record industry dispute and him painting slave on his face.

“He was a business pioneer, and now all artists expect to own their catalogue and have a control over their careers. To a degree, they need to thank Prince.”

Don’t Be Stupid

genre: angst

summary: you’re best friends, but then sehun gets a girlfriend and things change

a/n: i added some things to the original request…i’m also excited that i got a request for sehun cause i haven’t written for him yet i don’t think…I also didn’t include the fluff ending cause I didn’t think it really worked with the original idea I had when thinking about the request

Originally posted by wooyoung

It wasn’t surprising for your plans to get cancelled and for you to come in second next to Sehun’s girlfriend. You understood that sometimes she would come first, she was his girlfriend after all. But you were his best friend, you had been for years. Sehun used to always drop whatever he was doing, when he was able, to hang out with you. If you were sad, all it took was a phone call or text and he was at your side. And if he was out of town touring, you could still reach him by skype or facetime.

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I tried to recommend the ones that haven’t been mentioned before, but if you see a repeat, that just means you must read it. The ones with a star ( ★ ) are the fics that I absolutely love and those that I’m keeping a close eye on because they’re sooo good  ♥  I put the list under the cut because it’s too long. Also, © means the fic is complete, (O) is for ongoing, and (1) is for oneshot. ENJOY!

PS: You might wonder - why ShisuixHinata? Well, just read the fics below to find out. I might be able to convert you *evil laughter*

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Princess Pink - Daddy Daze (Steve)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Daddy!Steve x Reader

A/n:  This story was inspired by my own dad who use to paint my nails when I was little cause my mom was allergic to the smell.  Finally back sorry it took me so long.

Daddy Daze Masterlist | Tagging and requests are open

Steve loved your 5 year old Maggie.  Adored her.  She was his best girl and the only girl he could ever love more than you.  Steve had been gone more than normal recently and was really missing his girl.  He missed you too, but Maggie was his everything.

When Steve stepped into the house late in the evening, the sight of you sitting on the couch nursing a cup of tea with Maggie lay fast asleep beside you, made his heart swell.   He dropped his shield and bag, flinching when it hit the floor loudly.

Giving him a smile you don’t even move to get up for a kiss.  He only had eyes for his little girl.   You knew you would get your attention but he needed his princess and she needed him.

“Can I wake her up?”  Steve whispered to you before crouching in front of Maggie.  Nodding at him to wake her up, you got up and headed to your room, running your hand along Steve’s back as you passed.

“Just make sure she isn’t up too late.”

Steve gently rubbed Maggie’s arm, causing her eyes to flutter open softly and a big yawn to escape her. “Da-Daddy?”  

“Hey doll.  I’m sorry I woke ya,  just missed ya while I was gone.”  She gave him a heart melting smile before wrapping her arms around his neck.

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White Wedding

Words: 1.8k

Summary: You’re at your best friends wedding reception when you run into the grooms younger brother, Cas.

Warnings: AU, hints of light drug use, is fluff a warning?

A/N: This was inspired by a little drabble I wrote based on the picture above. It was requested by @willowing-love that I write a oneshot. If you can’t tell, this AU Cas is based on Endverse!Cas.


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Crash into Me

(Juice x OC Janna)

Special thank you to my girls @chaosmieu & @juiceboxxortiz !! Y'all are the best!! And I love you😘😘

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

(Gif not mine)

“Fuck! Hot hot hot Aahh shit shit shit!” One tiny bump on the road and her hot tea was all over her.

“OH MY GOD!!” Janna had taken her hand off the wheel trying to brush off the burning when the truck drifted into the oncoming lane and she looked up to see a black Harley coming at her. Grabbing the wheel she cut it back just in time to not hit the biker, but not fast enough that he too didn’t have to swerve out of the way. Looking back Janna saw the back tire come out from under him, and the bike and it’s rider go sliding off the road. Slamming on the breaks Janna jumped from the truck and ran across the road.

“Please don’t be dead, Please don’t be dead, Please don’t be dead, Please don’t be dead…” She repeated over and over as she dropped to her knees next to the man and crawled over him.

She didn’t even hear the bikes over her own panicked murmuring but suddenly there were three more men surrounding her and the unconscious man that she pulled into her lap.

“Juicy Boy!” A thick Scottish accent called out. Ripping off his gloves he held a hand to the mans throat. “He’s alive.”

“Oh thank God.” Janna exclaimed and wrapped herself around the unconscious man’s head. “You’re ok you’re alive oh thank God you’re alive. ”

“Am I?” She heard a muffled voice come from her chest. Looking down she realized she had smashed his face into her boobs hugging him in relief that he was alright.

“Ya know usually I’ve gotta buy a girl a few drinks first?” He smirked up at her.

“Well I guess you can have a pass since I nearly killed you and all.” She smiled down at him. “I’m Janna.”

“Juice.” He replied

Suddenly she was confused “I have tea in the truck? Is that ok?” She asked

“No” He laughed “my name, it’s Juice.”

“Oh!” Blushing as she began to help him sit up. He hissed in pain when she touched his shoulder. “Oh my God. I am so sorry. Is it broken?”

Chibs had come up behind him inspecting the joint. “Nah jus dislocated.” He announced. “Jacky Boy hold him.” Jax knelt down infront of Juice and helped brace him. “Ready?” Chibs asked. Nodding that he was Chibs took hold of his arm. “On three lad. One..” POP.

“Aahh fuck Chibby what happend to two and three?”

“Sorry?” He said sarcastically with a smirk.

“Sack and Dog just took the tow truck out for repos.” Opie said walking up to them. “I don’t know how we’re gonna get the bike back it may have to just sit here.”

“Load it in my truck. I’ll take it where ever you need me to.” Janna said.

“You don’t..” Juice started.

“No! I do I am the reason for all of this I really insist. The keys are still in it bring it around straps are in the tool box.” She told Opie.

Opie looked to Jax for the ok who shrugged and looked to Juice. It was his bike after all. “You’re sure?” Juice asked her.

“Yes! I’ll even take you to the hos..”

“NO!” all four men jumped in.

At her startled look Jax jumped in. “Sorry darlin we just…. don’t do hospitals.”

“But hes..” She began to protest.

“My shoulders fine and the rest is road rash and pain. That’s nothing alcohol can’t fix.” He smiled reassuringly.

“Ok.” She replied still a bit startled by all four yelling at once.

Opie jogged across the highway and pulled the truck around. Dropping the tailgate he noticed a collapsing ramp and a large toolbox across the bed of the truck. Looking back to the petite woman then again at the truck where he also began to notice in the corners held car parts then back to her a question formed in his mind.

Seeing the look she was all to familiar with she answered before he could ask. “I’m a mechanic.” The men all turned to her with varying looks on their faces. “What? Girls can’t be mechanics now?”

All their looks turned to impressed and Opie pulled the ramp out as Jax helped Chibs pull Juice to his feet. “Aahh shit.” He grumbled trying to put weight on his foot. “I think I sprained my ankle too.”

“Aye, let’s get ya to the club house.” Chibs suggested.

“I’ll call Tara on the way.” Jax promised “You got him?” He asked Chibs.

“Aye.” He mumbled and started helping Juice to the passenger side while Jax helped Opie load and strap down the bike.

Once Juice was settled and the bike secure, Janna hopped into the driver’s seat and waited for instructions on where to go. Jax walked up to the driver’s window after calling Tara to meet them at the club house.

Looking past Janna in the truck he saw Juice holding his eyes closed and breathing deeply. “You alright man?” Juice nodded.

“I think he’s got a concussion.” She said to Jax. Noticing his face had gone pale with nausea Jax nodded in agreement.

“Follow us. If you have to stop or get separated the place is Teller-Morrow. Just keep him talking and awake he can get you there.” Nodding she started the old diesel half ton.

Pulling out behind the bikes she saw Juice getting a bit more pale. “Here.” She reached over to the cup holder and handed him her yeti full of ice water.

Looking at the cup he was hesitant to take it. I don’t have cooties and I haven’t drank any yet today. Taking the stainless steel cup he sipped at the ice cold water and began to feel a bit more normal as his head cleared and his stomach settled. “Thanks. What is this?”

“Water?” She was confused then scared that she had caused him brain damage.

“No this.” He indicated the cup. It was big heavy and said Yeti on the lid and bottom of it.

“Oh a yeti cup. It’s amazing keeps my ice all day. I drink water with everything I always have two drinks my coke or tea and a water on the side.” She smiled.

Finally noticing her accent wasn’t anything he’d really heard outside of westerns he asked. “Where are you from?”

“Well I’m originally from Louisiana my mom moved us back to her hometown in Nebraska when I was 16. I went to trade school to be a mechanic in Wyoming and now I’m here.” She smiled “How bout you?”

“New York.” He smiled. “Moved here about…oohh… 6 years ago.”

“Why here?” She asked. She didn’t mean to sound like she was prying but Jax had told her to keep him talking and awake.

“It’s as far away from New York as I could get with what I had. I met Chibs and Jax and got sucked into the family. I’d never had anything like it so I stayed.”

She smiled at the look of nostalgia on his face. “How bout you? Why here?”

“Well I’m not really here yet. I’m still sort of passing through.” She sighed. “Although I am gonna have to find some work soon so here may be it for a while if I can. I’m starting to run low on money” She laughed at herself.

Finally really looking at her Juice wasn’t sure if she was really what he was seeing or if he had hit his head harder than he thought. As she drove down main street with the windows rolled down her hair blew around her face. He noticed her curved button nose had a smattering of freckles that extended over her cheeks and across the top of her forehead. Her hair was a natural mixture of light brown to various shades of blonde that got lighter as it reached the ends at just above her waist. When she looked over at him he was positive that he’d suffered brain damage because there was no way her eyes were real. One eye was a normal solid crystal blue while the other was actually a sea green color. “Whoa” He said when they locked eyes.

“Heterochromia.” She smirked.

“Uh bless you?”

“No heterochromia. It’s a mutation of the eye. I have it. That’s why they’re two different colors.” She laughed.

“Oh they’re really like that?” She laughed even harder nodding yes. “Good I was starting to think I’d hit my head harder than I thought.”

He smiled at her as their conversation ran out and she began to sing along with the radio. “Get ready to turn.” He spoke up just as she noticed the bikes ahead of her slowing down.

Pulling into the lot Janna parked her truck and jumped out to go around and help Juice climb down from the cab.

“Here Lass.” Chibs had parked and come behind her to help. They got him inside and on the couch.

Just then a brunette in blue scrubs with a med kit walked in. “Hey babe. Thanks for coming.” Jax told her with a smile.

“Hey Juice.” Tara looked at him with a smile. “Jax told me what happened.” She started while pulling out some pills and what she would need to clean him up. “Here take these and then tell me your version of the incident.”

After swallowing the pills he starts to tell Tara his side of the story. “Well I was riding my bike down 18, minding my own business. When this chick sees me, and she was like daaammmmnnnn and wanted my attention. I mean she could’ve just waved but she swerved her truck infront of me instead. And I was like oh shit slow down baby then the next thing I know all her wildest dreams are coming true because I woke up to her sliding me into third base.”

Juice looked up at Janna and winked at her.

“Well the pills are working.” Tara siged, looking over to Janna she smiled. “I’m Tara. I’m sort of the club doctor.”

“Janna.” She introduced herself. “I’m sort of the horrible human being who nearly killed an innocent man because I’m a total clutz and a general failure at being an adult.”

“It’s ok babe. I’m not that innocent.” Juice kind of slurred then blinked at her.

“Was that supposed to be a wink?”

“You know it.” He blinked again.

“Well he’s gonna be alright. His arm will be sore and the ankle isn’t broken or really sprained he just rolled it and bruised the top of his foot. The road rash on his arm and leg though that’s going to need regular cleaning. And he does indeed have a nasty bit of a concussion. He’s going to need help for a while until the skin heals and swelling goes down but he is definitely going to need some one for the next 24 hrs.” Tara explained to the group but mostly Janna as she seemed to be the only one paying attention.

Chibs and Jax began pointing and laughing as they watched Juice openly check out Jenna’s ass and reach for her only to miss when she’d shift her stance. Hearing Tara say he would be needing help for a while Jax got an idea to help his busted up brother out. “Where are you staying darlin?”

“What? Who me?” Janna was confused at suddenly being spoken to. “Umm my truck at the moment. I was actually passing through town looking for work.”

“I’ll tell you what you can take Juice’s place in the shop since we’ll be down a mechanic without him, as long as you also take care of him. Deal?” Jax offered trying to keep a straight face, but with Chibs and Opie giggling behind him it was hard.

“Uummm” Janna didn’t have a respond because she hardly knew what he had said.

“Great!” Jax smiled and clapped his hands together. “Chibs, Ope help me get him back in the truck.”

“Wait.” Janna ran after them finally processing what was going on once they were out the door and almost to her truck. “Are you sure he’ll be ok with that?”

“Yep.” The three said as they none too gently shoved a mostly passed out Juice into the cab of the pick up.

“But..” She started only to be cut off by Tara.

“Here are his pain meds and anti biotics..” Janna tried to keep up as she rattled of dosages and instructions for helping Juice. “Here I wrote down my number if you need anything.”

Tara rushed off and Janna was immediately caught by Chibs draping an arm around her shoulder. “Follow us love.” He instructed as he guided her to the driver’s door and opened it holding out his hand for her to climb in the seat with.

Sitting there she placed her hands on the wheel and looked over at Juice who she could see was squinting behind his sunglasses. “Is this ok with you Juice? That I’m staying at your house?”

“Of course baby.” He reached over and grabbed her hand planting a sloppy kiss to her knuckles and then falling back against the head rest.

Shocked by his handsy action Janna went to pull her hand from his grasp but he was really strong even in sleep. “Juice… Juice?” She poked his cheek with her other hand. Nope he was out. She tried to pull away again but to no avail. Sighing in defeat she reached awkwardly around the steering wheel and cranked the truck up.
Would be bloody lovely (Bruce Wayne Imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request:  Can I request one where reader is batmom and after batman rescues her from somewhere he kisses BATMAN and like the next morning all over the papers claim “Y/N WAYNE CHEATING ON BRUCE WAYNE WITH BATMAN?!?!?!” And then they have to like control the situation
Summary: after pictures of you and Batman surface, damage control is needed. 
Word count: 617
Warning(s): none

Being Bruce Wayne’s wife wife came with many risks, such as the kids waging war on each other, sleepless nights, lame galas, rich rude people and of course the occasional kidnapping. 

Tonight was your lucky night, you got the kidnapping option, which happened be the least risky and your personal favorite. After about the fourth maybe fifth time you just didn’t care anymore.

The criminals always just wanted money, the plan was poorly thought out and rushed, and Batman had no trouble coming to save you. You loved seeing the crooks utter confusion when you were as calm as regular. They didn’t understand the nonexistence of fear. After sitting in a gross, old, dark and abandoned storage building for what felt like a lifetime, you hear glass break. Batman, Robin, Red Hood and Nightwing swing in through the barely there windowns, Tim must have been in the batcave with Alfred. The offenders scramble around in fear. The fight was short, only about three minutes or so, but you were annoyed. “Would be bloody lovely if someone could come untie me,” You sassed, pulling slightly on your binds to show them to the boys.

Batman approached, “Patience love” He mumbles, releasing your feet first and then your arms.

They didn’t hurt you, did they ma?”  Jason asks.

They wouldn’t dare,” You chuckle, causing everyone to laugh.

Bruce grabs onto you, holding you close, before grappling out to the closest roof top, the boys in tow. 

A kiss for my saviour.” You say, pressing my lips to his in a loving kiss. Little did you know that the ruckus had not only attracted normal civilians, but also some reporters and paparazzi.

Nightwing and I will continue patrol, Robin and Red hood will take you home,” Bman says, getting out of the kiss.

The next morning you decided to take a day to relax from last nights events. Meaning you woke up much later then Bruce, he needed to go to work pretty early. You painted your toenails and now were sitting on the sofa in the living room, Alfred had just brought you a fresh cup of tea. Sipping on the hot drink you notice a newspaper on the table, you only see a part of the title because of the way it’s been folded. “y/n Way..” It says, getting your attention. Grabbing the paper you’re shocked at the headline.

“Y/n Wayne cheating on Bruce Wayne with Batman?!?” 

Underneath it a dark picture of you and Batman sharing a kiss on top of a building.

Quickly you dial Bruce, “Hello Y/n, Everything okay?” He answers right away.

Have you seen the newspaper?” you ask

No, give me a moment.” He says getting up from his desk, looking around the room, he knew he saw it somewhere. Shuffling around he finally found it. “Oh my…” He says.

What are we going to do, Bruce?” You ask, in worry.

I’ll have a round of interviews organized for this week. We could deny this, saying it’s someone else, since the pictures are very low quality. You could barely make out who is on the picture.”

“Would be bloody lovely if they stopped making me sound like a woman of questionable morals.” 

And that’s what you two did. Interview after interview you keep telling everyone how happy you are together and how you were together the night it was taken. Saying how it has to be someone else. 

By the end of the week you swore to be more careful with which version of Bruce you kissed and where.

Even though the entertainment world were very sceptical, they decided to finally let it go after you two adamantly said you were still happy. 


With love,

Falling Stars (2)

Originally posted by ladyoflaketownimagines

Pairing: none yet! (fem reader btw) (but shoot me a pairing!)
Word count: 1,242                                                                                            Summary; You just wanted a normal day for once but turns out you just can’t and end falling into middle earth and accompanying Thorin’s epic quest         Warnings: Swearing, awkward reader, modern!oblivious!reader   

It was a dream-it had to be, or else it was a really shitty prank and you were having none of it.

“I’m dreaming, it must be a dream. Yeah, no way I’m actually here…sitting in the middle of fucking nowhere with dwarves… J-just a dream.” You whispered to yourself, your arms covering your head while you rocked back and forth. Maybe if you closed your eyes and just concentrated you’d wake up in your own bed with a hangover, the only explanation to this wild occurrence.

“If yer tryin’ to wish us away, it ‘ent workin’.” One of them commented.

Fuck me, you wailed internally.

You really did have the worst luck in the world. Only you would end up in a situation like this; thrown off a cliff, betrayed by your own foot, and teleported into an alternate reality of some sort with tiny men sporting excess amounts of hair and various sharp weapons. Although, nearly right after you fell into mild hysteria, the only normal sized person here who had a grey beard and pointy hat came to your rescue with a cup of tea and gentle reassurance. He called himself Gandalf and he patiently explained where you were and who the strange men around were.

Like that helped any.

And after having that slight panic attack, you seated yourself on the ground as the Company eyed you with pity. Thus leading us to the present time, where you still sat.      

“Oh, I really shouldn’t of poured beer on that tree!” You sobbed, earning a few confused stares.

“My dear,” Gandalf sighed, placing a gentle hand on your shaking shoulder. “I do not know how you fell into this world, no do I know how to return you to your own, but for your own sake you eventually must get up.”

“It’s better down here.”

Another collective sigh. Gandalf scoffed and shook his head, you were nearly as stubborn as a dwarf!


“Gandalf, let me speak with the girl.” A deep rumbling voice interjected what the old wizard was about to say. You could feel the power behind his words and how rich each syllable sounded, leading you to the notion that perhaps the speaker was somehow had ties to royalty or just really full of himself.

Heavy footsteps stomped over to your hunched figure, steel-tipped boots entering the slanted view through your crossed arms. You curled into yourself even more as he let out his own deep sigh and muttered something under his breath.

Just as you parted your lips to threaten the dwarf into leaving you alone, a rough hand snatched your arm and yanked you from the ground with enough force to eject you into the sun, most likely. “Get up.”

You squeaked in surprise and nearly toppled face first into the dwarf, but his firm grip on your arm steadied you. You readied a poisonous glare just for him, but it died away and you though better of it after seeing his own cold scowl that rivaled your own. You were taken aback after putting the tone of his voice to a face and just like his words, he was powerful and rich in features.

“That wasn’t speaking,” you grumbled after a slight pause. “that was manhandling.”

The left end of his darkly bearded lips twitched ever so slightly in response to your sass, and he quirked a dark brow. “I saw no other option.”

With that he released your arm and spun on his heel, midnight locks streaked with silver flowing behind him. “Dwalin, keep an eye on her.”

Gandalf tutted in reply and waved an arm over your shoulders, wheeling you away before the even scarier dwarf with geometric tattoos and muscles for days could keep you tethered to his side.

As Gandalf led you to God-knows-where, you surveyed your surroundings and couldn’t help but admire the surrounding scenery of rolling green hills, distant forests, and brooding mountains far to the east. Even if you were here against your will, it sure beat any scenery back at home you thought impressive. But it still didn’t make up for the sharp pang of home sickness…


It turned out your unexpected arrival delayed whatever it was the group of dwarves, a wizard, and an even smaller creature with bare hairy feet that puzzled you greatly, were doing and so, sooner than you liked, you were hoisted onto a pony without your consent. Not like they cared of course…

The first few days they were skeptical of you tagging along(not that you wanted to), especially Thorin who you assumed to be the leader of them, but a few stern words from a meddling wizard changed his mind. But who could blame them? You pretty much fell from the sky and landed smack-dab in the middle of their camp without warning. Who wouldn’t be suspicious?

At least the strange little creature seemed to take an instant liking towards you and shared his sympathies. And after a few attempts of trying to engaging you in conversation you learned his name; Bilbo Baggins, a Hobbit from the Shire. You didn’t know what a hobbit was or why he was abnormally short with hairy feet, but you found him quite adorable and his odd mannerisms piqued you interest. He even offered to share his blanket with you!

You soon learned during the long hours of endless traveling that the Company was on a quest of sorts to reclaim a mountain lost to an over sized lizard with wings. Bilbo and some other members of the company thought your snide comment about Smaug was funny, Thorin did not and you succeeded in creating an even more horrid situation for yourself. Oh well.

Then there was the princes, Fíli and Kíli, whom you almost immediately became fast friends with after sharing ideas on how to properly prank a person. Not to mention your biting remarks that Fíli and Kíli found absolutely marvelous. Their particular favorite sassy remark being the one where you might of accidentally told their Uncle he had a stick up his ass in front of the whole Company. Oops.

And how could you forget about Bofur and Ori? Your first night with the Company, after easing back into your own skin after the traumatizing experience of falling into another world, you cracked a bawdy joke to ease some of the tension you had caused and Bofur eagerly responded with an even filthier one. A start of a beautiful friendship you liked to think.

Ori was shy and you all but adored him. He even gave you his extra change of clothing(you had never seen anyone blush as red as he did in that moment) and sheepishly showed you some of his drawings on the third night.

In the short time you had been here you began to grow fond of the Company, even Mr. Thorin Grumpypants and his dutiful sidekick, the miniature Hulk minus the green skin and a whole lot more tattoos than the actual Hulk. Though, even the two in mention, begrudgingly realized that you had grown on them, even if you were a bit odd and swore like a sailor.

You momentarily forgot about your life in the modern world, but you were reminded each time you felt yourself subconsciously reach for your phone to check your social media and your Snap Streaks.

Wait…If you were here and your phone was sitting on your bedside table in another dimension that meant-

“My Snapchat streaks!”

Midnight Mistakes

Title: Midnight Mistakes

Athlete: Taylor Hall

Word Count: 3,222

Rating: NC-17

Requested?: Yes

Request?” Hallsy Smut…? (I realize this was a random request received but it got my brain going and it was written quickly and was super helpful in getting my writing going again.)

A/N: This is a story containing smut and if that’s not your thing I probably would refrain from reading it.  If you’re fine with said scenario all I have to say is anger towards Taylor turns into angry sex with Taylor.  This is my first attempt at smut so let me know what you think of it and if you’d like to see more stories like this, otherwise ENJOY the story!!  A big thank you needs to be said to @bostonstrongforlife for proofreading the story for me before I posted it!!

Your name: submit What is this?

Leaning out of the bathroom I tried listening to the game recap as I brushed my teeth.  I knew the outcome of the game, I had watched it in its entirety, but was hoping for a little positivity to be spoken by the announcers.  Rinsing out my mouth I knew this was not going to be the night they granted my wish.

Slipping out of my lounge pants and hoodie I grabbed one of Taylor’s t-shirts from his drawer and pulled it on as I slid under the covers to await his call.  It was already later than the normal time he called after games which was fine since I knew he was going to be grumpy.  

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Lunchtime Drabble: See Me (3/?)

Lunchtime Drabble: See Me (3/?)
Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Fem!Reader, Kirk x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 773
Series Warnings: Some swearing, mention of death, a few injuries.
Series Masterlist so you can catch up!

Originally posted by tree--frog

Spending time in Leonard’s Medbay wasn’t as bad as one might imagine. There was always something going on or someone to talk to. Leonard checked in more than a couple times a day, running the regenerator over your leg and talking with you. After three days, you knew your way around your room very well and even the way to Leonard’s office (Christine had made you a path along the wall). 

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Summary: Three years after the murder of Jason Blossom, Jughead Jones begins writing his second novel in the comfort of Pop’s chocklit shoppe.
(Adult) Jughead Jones x OC

Words: ~1700

Author’s Note: Okay, so I got tangled in the messy obsession that is Riverdale. This is the result. I wasn’t sure if anyone would want to be tagged because this is far outside of my normal writing fandoms, so I’m just gonna, kinda, let it out there.

Originally posted by elizabethccoper

There’s a cup of coffee on the left. A vanilla milkshake on the right. A laptop in between, the screen glaring white in the darkness of Pop’s, and he absently stares at the words on the screen, the text blurring together in some sort of hieroglyphs because he’s been staring so long. Reaching out, his fingers brush the ceramic coffee cup and pull it to his lips, but he’s startled when he tips it back and it’s empty. There’s grounds in the bottom of the cup, like some Gypsy’s tea reading, and he wonders if his future lies in empty coffee cups and melting milkshakes.

“Need a refill?”

Jughead blinks once, twice, sitting the cup down, slightly off-center from the rings the cup has created on the tabletop. The coffee steams and his eyes trail up it, to the spout of the brassy coffee urn, over the white knuckles wrapped around the handle, the rings on slender fingers reflecting the purple lights of the chocklit shoppe.

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Tea Time

Sherlock’s busy. Sitting in his leather chair near the fireplace, he’s texting furiously with Lestrade (Will the idiots on that forensic team ever learn? Nope. Apparently not today.). 

Rosie sits to his left at a tiny toddler-size table on a little matching stool. It’s round and painted lavender, a delicate hand drawn vine pattern circling the edge and trailing down the table’s legs. She’s playing with a miniature tea set- a gift from Mrs. Hudson- pretending to pour out tea and stir in sugar and milk with a silver baby spoon.

“Tea, Papa?” Rosie’s chubby hand offers a small porcelain cup of imaginary Earl Grey to Sherlock. 

He doesn’t stop texting, never looks away from the screen, simply shifts to using his right hand only and allows his left arm to fall to the side, low enough for her to place the petite teacup into his large hand. It moves automatically to his lips and he takes a sip before he fully realizes it’s only filled with make-believe tea. His eyes widen in surprise. (Sherlock’s body is, after all, hard-wired to accept tea from a Watson at this point.)

He looks down at Rosie, who meets his gaze expectantly, eyebrows raised. “Papa like tea?” she asks. 

Sherlock only hesitates for a moment before saying, “Mmm. Yes, love. I think your tea may be the best I’ve had.” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “But don’t tell Daddy.”

Rosie nods solemnly, her daddy’s tea making prowess already well known. She goes back to filling and refilling cups with the play teapot, babbling “tea, tea, tea” happily.

Sherlock “drinks” cup after cup, eventually solving Lestrade’s case after a couple of shoddy screen-caps make it clear it wasn’t even a murder in the first place. Dull. 

It was a normal afternoon for Rosie in 221B. A perfect day for tea time with her Papa.

2.14.2017 // Late night studying for my ancient world history midterm

My desk is normally super organized, but sometimes, late night studying just doesn’t lend itself to a super organized and tidy workspace. Note the venti Starbucks cup, my own mug of tea, tons of paper everywhere, and several different colour pens.

AAAAAAAAAAA! ( ;0; ) I don’t deserve you guys!

The Soldier one didn’t turn out very good, but is longer???? For some reason???? Sorry about that.

I had to stop myself from doing the whole: “You see me as a father figure?” “More like a bother figure!” lol


“Hand me the rag to your left.” He would request.

“Yessir.” You’d automatically reply.

“Don’t forget your holster, solider.” He would state the next day.

“On it.” You would answer, completing that task.

“Make sure you eat before we leave.” Today was no different. It wasn’t uncommon for him to tend to you, or anyone really. He’d play it off as if he only cared about the outcome of the mission, which he did, however that wasn’t really it.

It seems even through the turmoil and heartbreak, the compassion still remained. Albeit, gruff and grumpy, it was still there, growing slowly, and steadily stronger; almost to the unyielding love and support that he had practically exhaled in his youth.

“Okay, dad.” Your words fell out, not with a second thought, or notice. You glance up at him and note how rigid his stance is. More so than usual.

He pauses, nods, than turns to leave. Not too far off from his normal response. But still, off.

You shrug and decide to follow his suggestion and have a snack.

“What’s the matter, Jack?” Ana looks over her tea smugly.

“I’d prefer it if you weren’t always able to tell when something’s on my mind.” He lets out a huff as he sits beside her.

She chuckles briefly, “It just so happens that you can be very readable. Even when you try to not be.” She sets down her cup with light clatter and holds her head in her hand. “Now, tell me the problem.”

“It’s not really a problem….” Ana hums in curiosity and he clasps his hands together in thought. “Ana… I…..a dad?”

“Wha-” She outwardly laughs, removing her head from her hand and patting his back. “Absolutely!”

“Absolutely? Didn’t think I’d get an answer that definitive.” He chuckles, her happy response calming him down slightly.

“You’re so dramatic sometimes, Jack, I swear.”

The sudden crashing from the kitchen led Hana to pause her game, set it down, and investigate.

“Woah, what happened here?” She eyes your frozen form and food on the floor.

“I just realized I accidentally called Solider, ‘dad.’”

“OMG,” she snorts.

Modern medicine sure was marvelous.

Even that felt like an understatement.

Angela sighed, handing you a small bottle of medicine for your quickly healing leg. “You are lucky that it is just broken. If it were not for your boots……well just know it could have been much worse.”

“Thank you, Angela!” She begins explaining the process of healing, the time it took (a whole whopping week!), the meds, and the regular checkups. It doesn’t seem like anything you can’t handle.

She smiles softly, gently tightening the hard cast-like boot. “As always, tell me if you have a problem with ANYTHING.” She pats your shoulder, “You should be good to go! Go get some rest.”

“Alright. Thank you, mom!”

“Mom?” She repeats.

“……..” You echo, embarrassed. “Momma-mia! You did a good job, haha! I should go get some rest, like you said!” You start to scoot off the table, minding your mildly aching leg, as you hobble off in the direction of the door.

“No wait!” She reaches towards you. You pause. “You called me mom. Do you think of me as your mother?”


“Really!?” Whoo boy, she sounds ecstatic, and a quick look at her face proves your assumption. “Oh my! Thank you so much!”

“You’re……..welcome…..” You wheeze awkwardly. That was just something you referred to her as with your friends, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t actually see her that way.

You continue to scoot out, feeling like you could die from embarrassment right then and there.

“Haha, no way!” Lúcio booms during lunch.

“Yeeeaaaahhhh.” You cover your face with your hands. “And she was so happy too.”

“Rip,” D.Va chimes in with a snicker, typing away at her phone.

“Hey, it’s impolite to talk about your mother behind her back!” Mercy announces, food tray in hand, sitting herself beside you punctually.

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooo,” you whine, hiding your face further, into a barrier of your arms.