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Nosy Rosy Big Brother

Originally posted by oldbucksicle

Summary: Dean’s hit with a strong case of curiosity. Pure, uncontrollable curiosity that leads to him finding a treasure trove of nasty little things.
Paring: Sam/Reader, Dean/Reader (kinda), Implied Sam/Reader/Dean at the end
Word Count: ~2.5K
Warnings: FILTH. At this point it’d be easier to name what’s not in this fic, but I’ll name a few that are; smut (obvy), dirty text, nudey pics, sex videos of Sam/Reader, masturbation, anal play, anal sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, copious amounts of semen, Sam’s a big fan of creampies (both of the butt and vag variety), more masturbation, voyeurism, NSFW gifs just to really mess y'all up :)
a/n: aight don’t judge me but I only have one fic to post today bc school’s got me fucked up and has literally sucked my soul from my body. I’m still working on some of the requests you guys have sent in and other WIP’s as the mood/will to do anything but cry in a corner hits me (lol but I’m fine tho I swear) I hope you guys enjoy my contribution for Smut Appreciation Day 2017!



The first time Dean “snoops"—it’s by total accident. 

Sam had lent him his phone after Dean’s had been compromised on the hunt that they had just finished. Long story short; phone in pocket plus getting pushed into pool by werewolf equals no bueno. Dean pulled up the messaging app to shoot the hunter that been helping them out a text to let him know that everything had been squared away, but when Dean went to tap compose message, his thumb took a sharp left and ended up pulling up the messages between you and Sam. 

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anonymous asked:

hi mom! can you please do the apartment!au for shinee?

me back at it again with the shinee aus when will i stop

Onew

  • when someone asks him if he has kids onew is always like ,,,,,,, do i really look that old,,,,,,, and the person is like oh no!! i was just asking?? and onew has to excuse himself and sit in his apartment quietly for the next four hours lamenting over how he’s become a Dad without having any actual kids
  • calls over jonghyun to help him see if he’s got any grey hairs growing
  • tried to keep plants for a while but they all died and sat on his windowsill for a month before he remembered to throw them out
  • is pretty indifferent to how his apartment actually looks and he gets scolded by key because “hyung,,,,,your bed sheets are hot pink and your rug is mustard yellow and your pillows are zebra stripes this place is a Hot Mess”
  • onew’s most well known for being really really good at saving up money. like ,,,,,, he knows all the grocery stores that are having sales on eggs like a month in advance. the old ladies love him
  • he’s always got coupons in his wallet and coupons pinned to his fridge like you won’t catch onew paying those extra 75 cents for milk no sirie
  • and you’ve been wondering for the past couple of weeks,,,,,,where the hell your sunday coupons have been going. someone always delivers a flyer of a bunch of them over the weekend but you haven’t gotten any???? and it’s so weird
  • but one day as you’re leaving early to get some laundry done you open your door and there’s your neighbor onew,,,,,,in his hands,,,,,,,,your coupon flyer
  • and you’re like “THIEF”
  • and onew is like “wAIT ,,,,, I CAN EXPLAIN”
  • and you’re like “four weeks of coupons. you owe me FOUR. WEEKS. OF. COUPONS.”
  • and onew is like,,,,,,,,,fine ill give you all the coupons i have right now to make up for it and you’re like pfft how much is that like five??
  • but he legitamtely pulls out a wad of coupons that looks like a wad of cash and you’re like holy shit there’s like fifty in here and onew is like “im the King of getting thos Good Deals”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god but also you’re interested,,,,,like how does one become the king of good deals
  • and onew is like “it all begins with a zen body and a zen soul,,,,,and then you think about how money rules everything and if you can get bread ten cents cheaper today that ten cents can save you tomorrow”
  • and you’re looking at him like woah,,,,,,,,,,,,,why am i so attracted to you right now
  • and onew is like “oh it’s because im also handsome” and you’re like good point
  • and he’s like “ill take you out sometime when i get enough coupons to get us two free dinners at the kfc down the street”

Jonghyun

  • you know those neighbors who decorate their door for every holiday even if they don’t celebrate that holiday. that’s jonghyun. 
  • like jonghyun you’re not irish why is your door covered in green banners and glitter and pots of gold and a life size cutout of a leprechaun,,,,,,,st.patricks day isn’t even that popular in korea
  • but also like jonghyun is really hard not to like because he’s got a glowing personality that’s so upbeat and open minded ,,,,,,,well then there’s probably some Sad Salty people who wouldn’t like it
  • but you know,,,,,, he’s cute if he sees the grandma’s outside practicing their morning yoga he’s like “doing great ladies~” and he like ruffles kids hair or gives them snacks that he’s bring back home
  • like he’s a cheerful guy and his apartment is obviously that of a laidback person because he’s got blankets like everywhere and half-eaten bowls of cereal on the floor next to magazines thrown haphazardly here and there
  • but like if anyone has any complaints he’s like “hey, my kitchen has a vase with a flower in it that isn’t dead. that’s all the aesthetic i need”
  • mostly he uses his bedroom as a practice studio and sometimes he gets too loud but if anything people like his voice too much to tell him to stop
  • and you know jonghyun because of a tiny little,,,,,,,,,,,ok very big,,,,,feud you’ve both had going on when it comes to new years decorations
  • like every year you see jonghyun go all out and finally you were like, you know what, i wanna do that too
  • and so you ended up buying a wreath slightly bigger than his and getting lights on your door and jonghyun,,,,,,,,,,,well jonghyun decided this was a battle now
  • and so every time new year comes around everyone is like whoose door is gonna be prettier yours or jonghyuns???? 
  • and this year jonghyun even paid onew fifty bucks to stand infront of his door dressed as a snowman for added Effect
  • but you know onew so all it took was some food and onew betrayed jonghyun in a heartbeat and jonghyun,,,,,well jonghyun ends up pounding on your door and he’s like “that’s against the rules you can’t BRIBE my decorations,,,,”
  • and you’re like “there are no rules jonghyun also did you just call onew a ‘decoration’??” and jonghyun is like NOT THE POINT why are you trying so hard to beat me
  • and you’re like im not,,,,,,i jsut want a pretty door and he’s like HEY don’t play innocent and you’re like hmm,,,,idk what you’re talking about,,,,,,
  • and jonghyun is like “you took away my snowman, now i can take something of yours away!” and he reaches out to take off your wreath but then he’s like “wait. is this made of mistletoe?”
  • and you’re like “yeah wh- oh wait” and jonghyun’s hand is already lifting and he’s like “,,,,,,,,,we’re under the mistletoe wreath,,,,,,” and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but we’re enemies”
  • and jonghyun is like “in the end you’re the cutest neighbor ive ever head and we can keep being enemies but like why not kiss and see where that takes us?”
  • and you’re like oh my god how did he transition from being pissed at me to flirting with me so naturally
  • but you’re like you know,,,,whatever jonghyun IS pretty cute himself so you lean up and jonghyun uses his free hand to cup your cheek
  • and when you pull back you’re like “so? we’re still enemies?”
  • and jonghyun is like “well,,,,,,,,,how about this you give me another kiss and i take this wreath and we’ll call it even. maybe we’ll even call it,,,,, are you free this weekend for a date?” 

Key

  • put his dogs names up next to his on his nameplate outside his apartment 
  • more pet furniture than people furniture,,,,,,closet bigger than my hopes and dreams,,,,,,a stock of different wines in the refrigerator as well as an assortment of cheeses and grapes
  • is the only member of his group to have actually purchased wine glasses to drink wine. onew drinks it out of a mug, jonghyun broke all his glasses, minho drinks from the bottle and taemin is banned from wine. and anything that isn’t really lite beer
  • everyone who owns a dog in the building admires key because holy moly,,,,,he keeps them so well cleaned and they’re so well mannered and key is like “Yes, these are my Children”
  • a really good neighbor because for the most part he just locks himself in his room and watches dramas while shit talking them over the phone with friends
  • and when he does have people over it’s like,,,,,it’s never loud or crazy they all just sit in a circle and discuss the Drama while looking at fashion magazines or doing face masks like how,,,,,,ideal
  • speaking of Drama key lives for the building drama like omg what did miss kim do with the other miss kim’s husband last weekend WOAH do tell
  • you know key because out of everyone on your floor you,,,,,literally have never gotten into a fight with anyone or started anything and key is just like ,,,,,,,whenever he sees you he’s like how can a person be so lowkey 
  • and key is sure you’re hiding something so one afternoon you hear a knock on your door and there’s key,,,,,,,,holding a bottle of what you presume is like champagne and he’s like “we haven’t properly got to know each other so i came over to offer you a drink ^^” and you’re like o,,,oh sure come in
  • and key is like looking around and you’re like oh no is he judging me??? but in reality he’s just trying to see if there’s anything weird about you or like,,,,,,,,if there’s anything that gives away a secret
  • but you moved in only a couple of months ago so you haven’t done much with decorating
  • and you like take the bottle of champagne but you can’t open it no matter how hard you try and key chuckles because,,,,how cute and opens it with like a flick of his wrist
  • and you two sit,,,,,,at first in awkward silence as key swivels the glass around in his hand and you’re taking nervous sips trying to think of small talk
  • and key finally is like “tell me the truth: you’re actually a royal in hiding?” and you’re like fhljsasfd what???? and key sits back and is like “there has to be something about you,,,,,,,,something about you that you want no one to know since you have become close to anyone else out of your neighbors”
  • and you’re like????? i mean not really im just a busy ,,,,,,person???/
  • and key is like hmmmmm and you’re like “i,,,,,uh,,,,,,really hated this recent drama” and key perks up and is like “oh - why?” and i guess you just get super heated about this drama
  • because you end up talking for a while about how bad the plot is and how the actors could have been put in another better work and key is like “fINALLY, someone unDERSTANDS ME”
  • and you two both just go off about how you hated the main antagonist and for all the wrong reasons and how the main girl was such a mary sue and blah blah blah
  • you guys end up talking for like four freakin hours until key is like “i need to go and feed the kids!!” and you’re like kids?? wait oh dogs
  • and key is like “i thought you were gonna turn out to be some kind of freaky bug collector or something,,,,,,but you’re really cool and we should totally meet up and watch that other drama coming out so we can talk about how it’s definitely going to be a horrible nightmare”
  • and you’re like ok????/ at the bug collector thing but ok!!!!! and meeting up
  • and key smiles and he’s like “also, you look cuter with your hair down like this. really casual and nice. keep it like that more often” and then he’s gone and you’re left with a pounding heart a bit and half a bottle of champagne 

Minho

  • more gym equipment then necessary in his apartment,,,,,used those display cabinets that usually house like silverware to display all his signed soccer balls
  • has a ps4 but only to play one game: fifa
  • to put it bluntly his place looks like a ‘bachelors pad’ but at least it isn’t as messy as jonghyuns (or as hoarded up as taemins)
  • and for the most part minho is really liked by the neighbors because he actually takes the time to recycle and he’s nice enough to volunteer his time to help with morning exercise for the elderly if he can
  • but also minho please stop wearing a headband to bed,,,,,,no one does that,,,,,,,,, please
  • has the habit of putting the tv volume all the way up during a game and sometimes also yelling even louder than that tv and he’s had some noise complaints made about him,,,,,,im not going to lie
  • but he’s just a passionate boy who really loves sports and has a good heart like he calls his mom every chance he gets and gives some of his money to charities to help fund more afterschool sports clubs for kids like,,,,,,,a sweetheart
  • and you’ve been friends for a good while. sometimes you’ll come over and watch the games with minho and his friends and yes there are times when you’re there for the actual game. other times it’s because he orders an insane amount of pizza and you’re all about that
  • but also like,,,,,,,,,,for as long as you’ve known him,,,,you’ve always found minho like really super cute,,,,,,,
  • so seeing his concentrated face on the game, handsome features like a strong jaw and soft brown eyes like,,,,,,,you don’t mind coming over for the View
  • but as always,,,,,you somehow end up embarrassing yourself in front of the people you like
  • and it’s the most embarrassing when you lock yourself out of your apartment and knock on minho’s and he’s like “what’s up?? why do you look so down??” and you’re like “minho,,,,,,,we have a problem”
  • and when you purpose the idea of opening his window so you can climb out of it and try and stretch your leg out to the ledge of your own apartments balcony
  • minho is like,,,,,,,, “we’re five floors up though,,,,,,” and you’re like pfft that’s nothing ILL BE FINE
  • but then you two open the window and you look down and you’re like ok frick no i wont be fine
  • and minho is like “hey, you can spend the night here and in the morning get the landlord to unlock your door” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,spend,,,,,the night,,,,,,,
  • and minho grins and is like “ill take the couch, you can have my bed!” and you’re like oh my god,,,,and he’s like “here you can borrow a shirt of mine to sleep in since you don’t want to sleep in what you wore outside” 
  • and you’re like,,,,,this feels very,,,,,,intimate
  • and when you change into the oversized jersey you’re like,,shyly coming out and minho is on the couch and when he looks up like not even he can hide his obvious stare
  • and you’re like WELL ILL JUST ,,,,,,,,, go to sleep and he’s like “it’s 8pm though” and you’re like Right,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and you sit down beside him on the couch and it’s a little (a lot) awkward but then minho is like “how about i teach you to play FIFA?” 
  • and you agree and before you know it you’ve got your hands on the controller and minho is cheering you on and you’re like i SUCK but he’s like you’re doing great!!!!
  • and once you get your first goal minho like pulls you into a hug and you snuggle your face into his chest
  • bUT THEN YOU’RE BOTH LIKE OH SHIT IM SORRY!!! And let go and it’s like you’re both blushy and like ok someone cut the tension with a knife just tell each other you like each other and makeout let’s gooooo 

Taemin 

  • described as “interesting” by most of the people in the building 
  • has no sense of like,,,,,,throwing things out like he’s very much a hoarder and likes to collect trinkets and things he finds amusing but then forgets about in like 10 minutes but like now it’s here,,,,taking up shelf space
  • you know when people are like “i just picked this up off the floor and wore it” like taemin does that but he literally does that like ,,,, it’s not like he pulls things out of his closet it’s like “oh! there’s a shirt on the kitchen counter and some pants hanging off the bathroom wall,,,,,,,ok good outfit”
  • but he also has some kind of cute, nostalgic things in his apartment like pressed flowers he’s hung in frames and pictures of him and his friends when he was really young
  • and he never bothers anyone, sure he can come off a little,,,,,,eccentric with mostly black and white wardrobe, multiple piercings, and like,,,,,long skinny body
  • but like,,,,,he’s sweet also the neighborhood stray animals are attracted to him like a magnet. they’ll follow him home and he always has to carry them back out onto the sidewalk with a really sad face
  • and your window is right across from taemins,,,,,like you’re neighbors but in different buildings but you also see him around the neighborhood a lot
  • and you’re like well one day you notice that when you look out of your window at like 3 am because you’re up doing work you see the lights on in taemin’s living room and then you see him?????????
  • dancing????????
  • to like???? a song from the 70s???? and then straight up like trot music and you don’t mean to be Weird and stare but there he is sliding around his living room dancing
  • and you think it’s endearing because tbh you have your own Weird quirks about you that you’ll do when no ones watching like everyone does it
  • but it’s cute and nice to know that there are other people out there who dance to old music at 3 am
  • and maybe it’s because of taemin or maybe because you always wanted to do it you turn on this popular idol groups song at like 3 am one day and decide you’re gonna teach yourself some moves
  • and you’re trying to get into it, really just giving up on actual dance steps and just like dancing around your house being weird and like serenading your pillow
  • and when you do a twirl you look over and you swear you see taemin’s lights on as well
  • and you’re like dhkgjf i need to stop before he,,,,,,sees me like i saw him
  • but the next morning as you’re at the bus stop you notice taemin is there too and he’s ???? walking over to you???//
  • and you don’t talk much but he’s like hey!! and you’re like hi?? and he’s like “so,,,,,,,,,,,,,,you dance at random times at night too?”
  • and you turn cherry red because oH GOD HE,,,,saw you
  • but taemin is just grinning and he’s like “it’s fun right? i bet a lot of people do it but it’s cool that we’re neighbors that both do it - that way we probably don’t bother each other!!”
  • and you swallow but you’re embarrassed and you’re like,,,,,,,,,, “i can’t believe you saw that,,,,,,” and taemin just gives you a shocked expression and he’s like 
  • “don’t be so flustered, it’s cool!!!!!! we should have a dance-over one day”
  • and you’re like a dance-over?? and taemin’s grinning again and he’s like yeah! it’s a sleep-over but instead of sleep we dance!!!!1
  • and you’re like huh omg that sounds fun and he’s like it is here, take my number
  • and he pulls a pen from his bag and flips your hand over to scribble down numbers on your palm and you’re like hehe because it tickles
  • but the bus is coming and taemin is like i gtg, but text me!!!!! and he gives you another smile
  • this one that makes you realize that up close,,,,,,taemin is so damn cute and now you have his number like,,,,,,,,,,,,way to GO and it’s all thanks to you two being big dorks who love to get jiggy with it at night LOL 
Too Much Chemistry

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Both you and Peter are too distracted during a lab, and well, accidents are bound to happen.

A/N: Gif not mine!! I wrote this to take my mind off of all the stuff that happened today. This was also a request!!! I hope it’s good enough for you anon :-) Enjoy!!


The ambiance of a noisy Chemistry lab wasn’t really best suited for studying, but you had to make do.

Your nose was tucked deep into your Spanish textbook as you sat at your desk, waiting for the bell to ring and class to officially start. Though your teacher typically frowned upon anything other than the subject you were in being discussed in the lab, you had your book open under the table anyway. You silently hoped she wouldn’t catch you cramming for the test you had after lunch, one that you studied for all of the last night but still somehow felt unprepared for.

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anonymous asked:

The guys making out with their girlfriends when someone interrupts them? C.F. love ur blog*.*

I PUT SO MUCH TIME INTO THIS ONE, LIKE THREE DAYS - PUSHING FOUR, PLEASE LIKE IT EVERYONE (Found the gifs on google)

Raph (aka the KING of making out, fight me on this): 
omg he would be so freakin pissed off, I think he’d be pretty passive aggressive about it too.
(( I need a cold shower ))

It was getting heavy, you were straddling his thigh in those jeans he loves so much that show your ass perfectly. Your kisses just as eager as his - almost frantic. Its been ages since you’ve finally been left alone. Raph groaned into your mouth when he felt you grind down onto his thigh, a broken whimper passing your lips as you repeated the action. Usually, this is where he would whisper the most nasty things in your ear. Making you quiver with all the promises he’ll fulfill, just as he leaned into your ear, you body practically craving his vulgar whispers - 

“C’mon Raph! Its time for training” Leo yelled, walking in on the scene “Oh sorry… but Splinter wants you there in 5“ 

Your actions stopped as soon as Leo made himself known, you whined pathetically and your now,very pissed off boyfriend was glaring at him like he had personally told him he was working with the shredder. His jaw clenched “Tell him I’ll go to the Hashi” With that he stood up from his bed, towering over Leo and slamming his door shut and locking it. Giving you his signature grin that made your body set on fire. 

Leo: 
You know the silent but deadly type? Yea that’d be him, Making them leave the room because he wants to spend time with his lady!! 
((Look at this, look at this rude leader in blue :( 
….)

The slow, passionate kiss that was between you and Leo made everything so much more intense. You were pretty sure Leo could feel your heart beating in your chest, your hand moved to the back of his head and played with his bandanna,pulling him closer so he was now laying on top of you. Your whole body was hot, you became more aware of this as you felt his hand slowly move over your stomach, squeezing your hip - he pulled away for a brief moment to look at you, your lips were swollen, pupils dilated, breath short - how did he get so lucky? You grinned and pulled him back for another kiss, you loved this moments just you him - 

“Sorry to cut this short love birds, but my shows on” Mikey interrupted, Leo glared at him when he entered the room, He placed his face into your neck and inhaled your scent. You bit back a laugh and he incoherently muttered into your neck. 

“We were kind of in the middle of something, Mikey” He looked up and glared at him, they seemed to be having a silent conversation as you laid there trying to get your breaths even. Then he grumbled something, throwing the remote down in a tantrum, the only thing you could make out was “Online…you have a room…” Leo just grinned into your neck, nuzzling you and he kissed there before making his way up to your lips once again. 

“Now, where were we?”

Donnie:
Blushy Flustered big shy baby 

You were both in the lab, to cut it short Donnie wasn’t paying attention to you and you were feeling particularly needy. So, when it was safe and he put everything lethal down - You swiftly moved into his lap, sitting on it giving him an innocent look, the one that drove him absolutely wild. Then next thing you know your straddling him on the chair, slightly reclined as you both kissed, the speed changing every so often. It’d go from eager kisses to slow passionate ones. It caused your whole body to react to it, moaning into the kiss as you pushed yourself into him.

“God, (y/n) - “ he panted, feeling the strain in his lower region just from the make out session. It had been a while since you and him actually did anything, so it didn’t take long to get to that peak of wanting to skip to the best part. His hands roamed down your back and gripped your backside. 

“Fuck, Donnie, I-”

“Donnie Have you found out what that—” Raph paused, grinning at the scene “Oh, sorry.. Am I intruding?” he teased lightly, voice innocent. You flushed red and Donnie awkwardly sat back up, causing you to push up against him further.

“Raph, c-can you give us a minute?” He stuttered, a small pink hue on his cheeks as he tried to gently pull you off of him. However you stayed put, you knew he could’ve put more effort into moving you, but he really didn’t have the heart too. 

“Oh, no. Don’t stop on my account, have fun kids” he grinned, making his way out of the liar 

Mikey:
Come on, ya’ll do we all think mikey would care? He’d just continue

Naturally, it started because he wouldn’t stop beating your butt at a video game. “Stop cheating!” You yelled, half teasingly half seriously.
“Its not my fault you suck at this, angelcakes” 

You jumped him and sat on his lap, at first it was a way to distract him, until both of you dropped the controllers and one thing let to another his hand was under your shirt and your kisses were needy. However, you were both giggling into the kiss, especially when he trailed his hand over that spot on your back that made you shiver and giggle like a little school girl. You tugged on his bandanna to keep his face close to yours, his arms wrapped around your waist. Making out with Mikey was a dream come true, it was playful yet he never failed to make you want more. He laid down on the sofa bringing you with you, he whined slightly as you had to stop your actions to balance yourself, you laughed at him.

“Always so needy” you teased, softly stroking his cheek - you loved his eyes, they were so captivating.

“Because you’re so addicting, angel cakes!” with that he pulled you forward, earning a shocked squeal from you and a laugh, he wasted no time re-connecting your lips, his hands roaming your stomach and back and every so often grazing over your ass. 

“Mikey have you seen my spare tool kit?” Donnie asked him, Mikey ignored him and continued to kiss you, you didn’t even hear him - “Have you seen. my tool kit?” He repeated, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Mikey began kissing you again, grinning into the kiss. “Ugh, nevermind!” He announced, storming out of the room in a temper. 

“You’re mean, ya’know that?” you laughed, he chuckled in response and picked you up bridal style.

“You love me, angelcakes. Now lets go to my room where we can’t be interrupted!” 

You Have Your Mother’s Eyes (Dad!Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader)

Originally posted by van-dyne

*gif not mine* 

Author’s Note(s): Yes I haven’t posted in a long time, yes I wrote this weeks ago. I honestly dont know how to feel about this one, also Slight!Peter Parker x Reader but without further adoo Enjoy! :)

Warning(s): A few curse words, angsts and mentions of death but FLUFFFFFFFF


He knew it, from the day he met you, Tony Stark knew he was a goner. With the way your small, cotton soft hand gripped his large manly finger, he could tell he’d give up the whole world for you. The genius, billionaire, ex-playboy, philanthropist looked over at his wife, her soft hair was matted against her dampened forehead and her cheeks were flushed red from all of her hard work. He smiled, catching a glimpse of her warm (eye colour) orbs as she tiredly skimmed the magazine Pepper had brought her. She looked up, meeting Tony’s stare causing her to grin softly.


What?” She giggled lightly, dropping her magazine so that the glossy pages were splayed out across her legs. Tony shook his head as he continued to rock his new born baby, smiling down at her.

“Nothing it’s just…”



“What is it Anthony?”


She has your eyes” he grinned, moving over to sit on the edge of her bed. “You’ve got beautiful eyes, did you know that? You kill men with those eyes”

She laughed, a smile reaching the corner of her eyes. “Well, that means she’ll be one hell of a gal, with my eyes and your good looks she’ll be the talk of the town”

“Not if I can help it”

“Of course not”

The couple fell silent after a short laugh, looking down at the baby as she stirred, her (eye colour) eyes slowly drifting shut, locking away their bright shine.





Tony refused to look his little girl in the eye as he rushed to tie her shoe laces. He quickly shot up, skimming through his phone to check that he’d texted happy to come pick you both up before grabbing your back and stuffing some school supplies in it.

All the while, little three year old (Y/N) Stark stood patiently, clutching a tattered white rabbit in her small chubby hands as she watched her father rush about. Tony had woken up late again, spending the early hours of the morning grieving his loss. Although it had been half a year since the accident, it still hit him like a truck everyday, sometimes he would spiral into it unexpectedly but that’s what happens when you fall in love. He wouldn’t drink, no, not when he had you to worry about but he’d completely forgotten about pre-school inductions and had luckily woken up with an hour to spare.

“Alright, I think we’re set kiddo” Tony muttered, glancing about the room to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. “ Happy’s waiting for us down stairs and-“


Oh


A small whimper tumbled from her lips, as her (eye colour) orbs met the ground. “Daddy…” she’d mumbled, tears threatening to spill over her supple cheeks. Tony swore he could feel his heartbreak as he made his way to kneel in front of the little girl, setting her school bag on the floor.



“Hey babygirl, what’s wrong?”


“I’m nervous” her, voice was barely above a whisper as she looked up, into Tony’s eyes. A searing pain shot through the billionaires heart, both at the sight of his loss and his daughter’s fear stricken expression.“What if t’other kids don’t like me because I don’t have a mama?”



The older Stark frowns, grabbing his daughter’s little hands in his own, before pressing a kiss to each of them. “Why would you think that baby?” Tony cooed softly, becoming increasingly aware of the time that was ticking away from them. Never mind that, his daughter was more important.



She scuffs her black school girl shoes agains the tile, playing with them hem of her red and gold pinafore. “I heard Pepper say I didn’t have a mama anymore…”



Tony’s heart dropped. He really needed to close doors.


Oh babyTony murmured, his face falling. His daughter sniffles, squeezing her father’s hands. “You don’t…need a mama to be normal, you and I, we’re gonna be just fine”

She nodded, throwing her chubby hands around her dad’s neck in a cute embrace. “ I love you papa”

“I love you more, doll face” he grinned, looking into those familiar (eye colour) orbs. “Now whadya say? Doughnuts for breakfast?”


“Yes please! You’re the best daddy ever!”




Tony winces as his ten year old dabs some rubbing alcohol on an open wound. Her tired eyes avoiding his gaze, she briefly pushes a strand of ruffled hair behind her ears as she listens to her father mumble away about the battle of Sokovia. “How’d you get so good at this?” Tony sighs, muttering a curse under his breath as she goes back in with the alcohol.

“I learnt it from a girl at the boarding school you sent me to” She sneers, twisting the superhero’s head to the side she could work on a cut on his chin. Tony sighed, meeting his daughter’s gaze, he sees annoyance swirling in them and her lips have been forced into a straight line. Tony swears that she looks just like her mother.


“You’re still upset about that?”



(Y/N)’s actions faltered, she let out a trembling breath. She shook her head, moving back to patch up some of the cuts when Tony grabbed her hands. “You sent me away, dad” her grown up facade coming crumbling down. “I missed you… I needed you”

“I did it protect you baby, look around you, look at me” Tony murmured, pulling her into a hug against his bare chest. “I’m putting myself at risk everyday, and that means putting you at risk. I would hate myself if anything ever happened to you.”


(Y/N) grumbled against her father’s chest unwillingly, still not happy with her father. “But I have two ex-assassins as my Aunt and Uncle, a freakin supersoldier as my godfather, a god of thunder and-“ Tony raised a brow, amused by his daughter’s ramblings. “we have a hulk, all of them can protect me!”

The younger stark let out a huff of air as she pulled away from Tony, a triumphant smirk tugging at her lips as he watched her closely. “When did you get so grown up?” Tony asked, looking at her with narrowed eyes. (Y/N) smiled, a smile that much resembled her mother’s, it reached her eyes which shone brightly under the fluorescent lights of Tony’s bathroom.


“Since you sent me away to boarding school” She quipped, patching up another cut on the hero’s chest. The older stark shook his head playfully.



“Stubborn, just like your mother, you know that?”


“Love you dad”



“I love you too kiddo”





“You’re pathetic!”


“You’re being unreasonable”



He could see it in her eyes, that she was angry. His sixteen year old was eerily calm, a blank expression coating her matured features. He didn’t have to see your face to know, he just felt it.

He watched her from over his glass of bourbon, the taste of the sharp alcohol still burning at his throat. He’d had about four of them already. Her fists were clenched as she stoop by the door, her shoulders tense.


“You killed my mother”



Tony’s chocolate orbs shot up to meet that of his daughter’s. He was angry now, in his slightly drunken state he bolted into a standing position. He knew in that moment, exactly what she was talking about. A burning lump built up in his throat as salty tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Tony Stark never cried, but in this instant he would.


“That’s not true, you know that’s not true”


(Y/N) shook her head, her lips forced into a tight line, although they were trembling. Her eyes were red, her nose was snotty, her fists were clenched as engaged in a fierce glare with her father. Her gaze never moving. She let out a bitter laugh, throwing her head back dramatically as the air between the two Starks thickened. “Fuck. You” She seethed. “Fuck you! You’re fucking lying, you’re fucking lying and you know it. You killed my mom, you let her die. You think I wouldn’t find out? Every year, since I was kid, you would pull this shit. You thought I couldn’t hear you crying at night, drinking yourself to death. All this time I thought she’d just died… but you, you let this happen. And the worst thing about it, is that I didn’t find out from you, I found out from fucking Peter Parker. You felt so guilty that you couldn’t even tell your own daughter, but your apprentice first!”

Tony was too emotionally drained, too exhausted, to care that she was swearing at him. He knew she was in pain, he could see the glimmer in her eyes and he’d hoped she could see it in his too. The older genius pushed himself towards his sobbing daughter, wrapping his arms around her smaller frame and tugging her into his chest. She furious slapped him and screamed away into the tense atmosphere until she felt herself and her father sinking to their knees. Eventually she grew weak, only sobbing into his chest, letting out all her emotions as the pair rocked back and forth.

“I didn’t have a choice, you know” Tony whispered into the darkness, placing a kiss against his daughter’s hair. Her puffy eyes glanced upward, as she clutched his shirt, much like her mother when she was sad. “It was either you or her”



(Y/N) looked down, letting out a shaky breath as her father held her tighter. “Why didn’t you chose her?” She crocked solemnly.



“Then I wouldn’t have you, would I baby?” There was a short silence between the pair before (Y/N) let out a breathy chuckle. “She made me chose you, she valued you more than anything and would have killed me if anything had happened to you’’ Tony reminiced, the memory of his wife begging for him to save her daughter from plummeting to her death flashing before his chocolate orbs. He closed his eyes, clinging to (Y/N) as if she’d dissapear into thin air. The younger Stark looked up at her Dad, eyes darting across his face as she watched him relive the morbid memory. ‘’She loved you, I love you and she’ll always be in both of our hearts”


“You’re a dick for keeping this from me, Anthony Edward Stark



“That wasn’t what I was expecting, but if you’re not mad at me then I’ll take it” Tony sighed, shifting so that he and his daughter were both leaning against the wall whilst being comfortably wrapped in each other’s arms.



“Love you daddy” (Y/N) murmured, looking up at her father with her big doe eyes. Tony looked down at her with a smile, kissing her forehead again.



“Love you more angel”





“Steve, what the fuck are we doing here?



Tony was perched on the dirty floor of the mall food court. His back was leant against the cold silver of a plant pot as his co-worker, friend and fellow avenger peaked through the leaves of the plants. “We’re on a mission Stark” Steve quickly ducked, pressing his chest against the floor as Tony brushed away any crumbs that could be embedded into his Armani jeans. God bless Armani. “And mind your language, you kiss your daughter with that mouth?”



“We’re in a food court Steven”


“We’re observing a target”



“I don’t see a-“

Suddenly, the billionaire received a sharp tap to the back of his head, sending him into a spiral of pain and cusses. “What the hell Steven?”

“Shshshhs shut up! Shut up!” Steve whispered sternly, pointing at a figure between two of the plants. Tony peered through the greenery, spotting a familiar brown haired boy dressing in a casual flannel and black jeans. Tony’s brows furrowed.


“The kid told me that he hand band tonight...w-wait is that?” Tony almost shouted as Steve clapped a hand over his mouth.


“(Y/N)!” Peter smiled, waving to the girl. She looked radiant, her eyes shining brightly as she met Peter in the middle. He beamed down at her, taking both of her hands and kissing each of them. Tony could see a visible blush form on his daughter’s cheeks as her excited (eye colour) eyes met Peter’s warm brown orbs, whilst he slowly leaned in.


They’re going to fucking kiss!!” Steve shrieked as if he’d been waiting for this for months whilst Tony, on the other hand was in complete shock. His precious baby girl was dating? Behind his back? Tony was so ready to march up to the couple when he noticed something. The way his little girl looked up at his apprentice with that look on her face, that glow in her eyes… reminded him of his wife.


The young couple’s heads snapped in the direction of the noise, focusing their gaze on the greenery that decorated the mall. Steve and Tony ducked in record time, whispering cusses here and there. As Tony tried to gather his bearings and steady his breath, he took another sneaky look at the couple. Peter had just whispered something in (Y/N)’s ear, causing her to stifle a laugh and her eyes to widen incredulously.


And in that moment it was obvious, (Y/N) (M/N) Stark was in love.




You smiled at your reflection in the mirror as your friends and bridesmaids helped smooth out your dress. White, shimmering pearls were weaved into the locks of your freshly curled hair and your lips were painted with a faint pink. You grinned up at your reflection, staring into your own eyes before your smile dropped and a heavy sigh escaped from your lips.


MJ, your maid of honour, looked up at you, an annoyed expression splayed across her flawless features. Her hair was tugged into a fishtail braid and she was wearing a teal blue skater skirt dress, to match the colour scheme of your wedding. “(Y/N), you know I love you” MJ frowned. “But you have nothing to worry about, you wouldn’t have made it this far if he was thinking about leaving you”

She was talking about your husband to be, Peter Parker. You had been with him since you were sixteen and couldn’t be happier. He was your first love and you’re only love. “I know Michelle, but what if-“


You stopped yourself before you could go on, maybe it was just wedding jitters? Or cold feet?


“(Y/N)” Michelle snapped, looking at you with a sincere smile: “listen to me, you look amazing, your makeup is popping and you’ve got a guy who’s completely and utterly whipped for you, waiting at the other end of aisle. Everything is going to be fine”

You gave her a watery smile, leaning down from your pedestal to give a her a quick hug, she handed you a bouquet of white roses as she pulled away and helped you down. A knock from the other side of the door grabbed the attention of you and your bridesmaids, causing you all to look over to the door.

“I swear, if that’s Peter I’m gonna kick his ass-“ Michelle grumbled, marching over to the door with such ferocity you thought her heels would break through the wooden floor boards. She flung open the door, expecting an equally nervous Peter, but instead she was met with the wide grin of Mr Tony Stark himself.


“Is this a bad time?”



Michelle’s brown hues widened as she shook her head, stepping back to allow Tony into the room. He gave her a quick smile, before waving to the rest of the bridal party. Your dad was dressed in a sleek black suit, most likely something expensive and designer. His chocolatey hair was slicked back and you could tell he’d just had his beard trimmed but his equally dark brown eyes were covered by the latest aviator sunglasses.

Daddy!” You squealed like a child, as MJ ushered the bridal party out of the dressing room, she gave you a reassuring smile when you silently thanked her. As the door closed, you rushed over (as quickly as you could in those damn high heels and long trailing dress) and gave him a tight squeeze, nuzzling into his neck. “I thought you were still in Sokovia doing the repairs! What are you doing here?”


Tony smiled down at his little girl, she was still shorter than him even in heels. “I couldn’t miss my baby girl’s wedding day now, could I?”



He couldn’t, he knew your mother would be screaming hell fire from up above if he had missed it. He also did chip in quite a lot to the wedding and wanted to see what you’d planned, he knew your wedding day was something special to you and he wanted to make it even better by flying out to see you.


So I here my little princess is having wedding day jitters, care to elaborate?”



You smiled sheepishly, going to sit down on the plush couch of the dressing room. “It’s nothing, dad-“

“Nonsense!” The older Stark scolded, crouching down in front of you before taking your chin between his fingers. “ Today’s your big day and if something’s bothering you, I have a right to know, y’know, dad stuff”

You exhaled deeply, looking down to fiddle with your fingers as you thought of the words to say, when you looked back up your father was staring at you with all the love in the world, and you knew it was going to be okay. “It’s just, what if marriage isn’t what I thought it was going to be?” you questioned softly, the tingling sensation of nerves spreading across your chest. “W-what if he doesn’t feel the same afterwards?”

Tony’s brows furrowed as he let his hand gently sift through his graying locks, he quickly took both of your smaller hands, encasing them in his own just like he had done when you were younger. The older Stark looks at you thoughtfully, his sunken brown hues drifting over your dolled up form until they reach your eyes, a sense of familiarity, loss, heartbreak and pride spreads across his chest as he is reminded once again, of how much you look like your mother. “Have I ever told you, that you have your mothers eyes?” He whispers, still crouching down in front of you. You shook your head softly, your freshly crimped hair bouncing around as you did so. A watery smile graced your painted lips as Tony looked at you with all the love in the world. He continued, with an equally watery gaze. “Now, kid, I’m not good with sentlemental stuff but well you do, and I remember your mother saying to me, that you’d be the talk of the town, stealing hearts from day one and I tried to tell her ‘not if I had anything to do with it’, but I was wrong you’ve stolen hearts. Mine, the Avengers’ but most importantly, Peter’s. He’s whipped for you, he’s given you his heart and thrown away the key because he loves you and you love him. You’ve both stayed loyal and committed to each other for six years, you deserve this. Honey, you’ve got a man who’s ready to give his life to you, waiting at the end of the aisle, so you’re gonna get up, face those fears and strut down that red carpet like you own the place…”

You let out a soft chuckle, your hand reaching up to your eyes to wipe your tears. Tony pulled you to a stand, carefully tucking you into his chest as he felt you relax. “You ready baby?”


“Yes, I’m ready” you smiled. Tony held you at arms length, looking you up and down with a proud grin before offering you his arm.


“Now don’t you cry, it’ll make me cry”



“Is that such a bad thing, Dad?”



“Of course, I’ve got a reputation to uphold, I’m iron man don’t ya know?” He sassed back, fixing his glasses. You giggled, shaking your head, knowing full well that he would cry on Steve’s shoulder during and after the ceremony.





“Mr Stark?”

Tony looked up from his newspaper, as he sat in the slightly uncomfortable hospital chair. Peter’s voice had pierced the passing silence, gaining Tony’s attention. The older male smiled at the sight, Peter was rocking side to side, cradling a bundle of pink in his toned arms. Tony folded up his newspaper and put it in the crevice beside his lap, he quickly removed his reading glasses before looking at the newfound father. “That’s, Tony, to you. It has been for years”

Peter couldn’t help but smirk and roll his brown orbs at his father in law. He knew his wife would be too, but she was too busy sleeping off the exhaustion from the events that had just taken place. “Sorry, Tony” the young male corrected, with a slight laugh, causing the baby in his arms to stir. “Could you c’mere for a second?”

Tony only nodded, as he pushed himself out of the chair and made his way over to his son in law. The older Stark took a peak over Peter’s shoulders to peer at the baby, who was babbling away as she stared into her fathers eyes.

“Don’t you think she has her mother’s eyes?” Peter questioned, his voice barely above as whisper. Tony grinned.

“Of course, and with my daughter’s eyes and dashing good looks, she’ll be a goddess among mankind” he joked, as Peter let out a slight ‘hey!’.“I’m joking!”

But Peter didn’t respond, he was too engrossed in the tiny baby’s eyes to notice. Tony couldn’t help but shake his head fondly, knowing Peter was just as much as a goner as he was when (Y/N) was born.


anonymous asked:

Baby anx trying to sit anywhere but the couch/chairs. He makes it a game for the to find him in the oddest and cutest spots. Until he tries sitting on the window ledge and panics Poor Logan who was watching him.

this is adorable bless you?????

also apparently this little series has a tag list now so that’s cool

tag list: @softbludemon @justanotherpurplebutterfly @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @bubblycricket @i-just-punched-malfoy @the-laarmy (sorry if i missed anyone. there’s like 200 notes on the first part 😅)

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It’s been a few days since Virgil has been turned into a child, and he was definitely proving to be a difficult one. Especially considering he still had some of his normal habits. Like sitting on things that are definitely not chairs, or couches. At first it was alarming as the sides had trouble finding him at times, but now he’s turned it into some sort of game. It was basically an unofficial hide & seek, and whatever side finds him finds him first gets cuddles for as long as they want. Normal, adult Virgil would hate himself for that, at least that’s what he’d tell himself, but child Virgil’s innocence had fully taken over. Of course he still had anxiety, as he was still Thomas’ anxiety, but again his innocence has started to dominate his mindset.

So, now Virgil was sitting inside one of the kitchen counter’s cabinets. It was a little cramped, and probably filled with dangerous things, but strangely kind of cozy. If one of the sides didn’t find him soon he’d probably doze off. Which is what he normally did when sitting somewhere strange so hey he wasn’t really complaining.

A few minutes later he started to do just that, but jolted awake when he heard his name being called.

“Ohh, Viiiirrrgggiiilll! Come out come out wherever you are, little prince!”

That was definitely Princey. Virgil tried to stifle his giggles so he wouldn’t give away his spot, but to no avail. He heard Roman suddenly stop in front of the cabinet he was in, and froze. He was definitely caught.

After a moment Roman walked away, and Virgil sighed in relief.

Apparently he was too loud because now the door was open, and Roman was smirking at him.

“Aha! There you are. This is an interesting spot to sit I must admit. Is it comfortable?”

Virgil giggled, and nodded. Roman chuckled, and held his arms out.

“Well, sorry to say Verge, but you should probably get out. Comfortable doesn’t always mean safe.”

Virgil pouted, but allowed Roman to take him out.

“Besides a certain little prince owes me some cuddles!”

Roman tickled Virgil as he said this earning him some adorable, and loud giggles.

Once Roman relinquished his torture Virgil pouted, and glared at him.

“You’re the worst, Pwincey.”

Roman laughed, and carried him into the common room where the others were.

Patton pouted as soon as he saw them.

“Oh, no fair! Did you find him in one of his weird sitting spots?!”

Roman smirked, and nodded as he sat on the recliner placing Virgil into his lap.

“I’m gonna find him next time! You’ll see!”

Roman chuckled as he switched on a Disney movie.

“Sure, Patt. You do that.”

Next time Patton did not do that. This time it was Logan that found him.

Thomas had summoned the sides to confront an issue he’s been having, but Virgil didn’t show up. The three elder sides exchanged worried glances, and Thomas was now more confused than ever.

“Okay, something’s definitely going on with Virgil. I-I’ve been scared of the most childish things lately! I mean I know some of my fears were childish already, but I mean monsters under my bed? My parents being mad at me? Getting in trouble??? What is happening to me? Where is Anxiety??”

Logan sighed, and nodded to the other two sides before turning to Thomas.

“I.. will go get him. It was my turn to watch him anyway.”

Without another word Logan sunk back down to the mindscape leaving Thomas, if possible, even more confused.

“W-Watch him??? What does that mean? Why would you guys need to watch him?”

Patton bit his lip nervously, and turned to Roman hoping he would take over. Roman sighed, and started to explain everything that had happened.

Meanwhile in the mindscape Logan could not for the life of him find Virgil.

“Anxiety now is not the time to play this game! Get off of wherever you are sitting, and come with me! Thomas needs to see you!”

Logan searched all the usual places Virgil sat, but he wasn’t anywhere to be found. So, Logan decided to check their rooms. He started with Patton’s. Nothing. Then Roman’s. Nope. He moved on to his own room, deciding to check Virgil’s last.

Once he got to his room he noticed a figure behind his window curtains. Panicking he rushed over, and opened the curtains to reveal an equally panicked Virgil sitting on the ledge of the slightly opened window. Logan quickly grabbed Virgil, and pulled him off. Virgil clung to him for dear life, and cried into his chest.

“Virgil Sanders! We told you that window ledges are off limits!”

Why Roman insisted on creating an actual outside world, and height to their “house” was beyond him. He knew it would prove to be an incredibly stupid decision at some point. This potential danger was not worth the realism.

“Virgil, the window was open, and that stupid prince made it so that falling would actually have consequences whereas normally it wouldn’t for us. Oh what am I saying? Your child brain isn’t going to understand all of that nonsense. Just.. don’t do that again. Please. I nearly had a heart attack.”

Virgil pulled away from Logan’s embrace just enough to look at him, and pouted.

“I’m sowwy, Lo.”

Logan’s heart, and anger, melted. He sighed, and held onto Virgil a little tighter.

“It’s.. quite alright, Virgil. Just please don’t do it again. Also do not go into our rooms if we are not with you.”

Virgil nodded, and nuzzled his face into Logan’s neck.

“Now, come on. We need to go see Thomas.”

Logan started to sink down, but stopped when he heard Virgil whimper.

“What, Virgil?”

“Don wanna see Thomas. He gonna be upset.”

Logan sighed, and sat on his couch still holding onto Virgil.

“Yes, he will be a little upset, but not with you. None of this is your fault. Okay?”

“It’s Pwincey’s fault?”

Logan chuckled, and ruffled Virgil’s hair.

“He is partially to blame, yes, but let’s not play that silly game. It doesn’t really matter whose at fault. Okay?”

Virgil giggled, and nodded.

“Alright, well, here goes nothing.”

Logan stood up, and sunk down to Thomas’ apartment.

Once they popped up, Thomas stared at them in shock, even though Roman just told him everything. Logan glared at the aforementioned side.

“Remind me again why you thought it was a good idea to create a realistic outside world, and height to our “house” or whatever you wish to call it in the mindscape? Virgil was sitting on a window ledge. He could have fallen, and gotten seriously injured.“

Patton gasped, and gave Logan & Virgil a stern look.

"Logan! You were supposed to be watching him! Virgil! You know not to sit on window ledges!”

Thomas looked between his sides with bewilderment then went back to staring at Virgil with wonder.

“So, Roman wasn’t lying..”

“Hey!”

Thomas laughed, and shook his head.

“Sorry, Princey, but you represent my dramatic, creative, passion for acting side. You could have easily been telling me a made up story.”

Roman hummed, and shrugged.

“I suppose you have a point, but honestly why would I lie about such a thing as… this!”

Roman gestured dramatically to the tiny Virgil in Logan’s arms. Thomas sighed, and looked at them again.

“Touché. Well, okay then. How do we fix this? I mean don’t get me wrong, baby Virgil is freakin’ adorable, but I don’t think we can keep him this way. That’d just lead to a lot of messes I don’t wanna get into. Besides I already miss my little embodiment of teenage angst.”

Virgil glared at Thomas, and stuck his tongue out. Thomas laughed, and ruffled his hair as he cooed. Virgil pouted, and whined as he tried to bat his hand away.

“Worry not, Thomas! I am trying to find a way to bring our Sunshine back!”

Virgil turned to glare at Roman, and Roman stuck his tongue out at him for a change. Virgil pouted, and returned to curling up to Logan.

Thomas nodded at Roman.

“Okay, good. Just let me know when you do.”

Roman bowed, and started to sink back down.

“Whoa, whoa. No one’s leaving yet. We need to figure out how to deal with things without my normal anxiety.”

Virgil huffed in annoyance, and made grabby hands for Thomas. Everyone looked at him a little shocked, but Logan quickly handed him over. Thomas held him close, but not close enough that he couldn’t look at him.

“Uhh.. What’s up, Verge?”

“I.. I can kinda still think, a-and talk like my n-normal self. I-It’s hard, but I can. I have to so I can do my job of pr-protecting you.”

Thomas tried really hard to stifle his laughter, but oh god that was hilariously adorable.

“Verge, buddy. I think we need to protect you more than you need to protect me right now. You’re so.. small, and vulnerable.”

Virgil glared at Thomas, and grumbled something under his breath.

“What was that, Verge?”

“Nuffin. Shut up.”

“So pure, and cute. My goodness.”

Virgil had enough of this. He tried to squirm out of Thomas’ hold. Thomas gave the others a look like, “Uh, help. Tiny, grumpy child is trying to leave. What do I do?”

Roman chuckled, and motioned for Thomas to let him down.

“You can let him go.”

Thomas reluctantly let Virgil down, and watched as he waddled over to his coffee table then climbed up. He sat on the middle of it, and glared at everyone. Patton squealed, and pointed at him excitedly.

“I found him! I win! I get cuddles now! Haha!”

Patton rushed over to him, and scooped him up. Virgil groaned, and tried to squirm away.

“Daaaddd! Noooo!”

Patton giggled, and held Virgil close.

“Sorry, kiddo! You know the rules!”

Virgil grumbled some more, but happily curled up to Patton.

Thomas looked at the other two in confusion.

“What.. was that?”

Logan chuckled, and adjusted his glasses.

“You remember how Virgil likes to sit on surfaces that aren’t meant to be sat on? Usually because he is overwhelmed, but sometimes just because?”

Thomas nodded so Logan continued.

“Yes, well, child Virgil has turned that into a game of sorts. Whoever finds him sitting in one of his obscure spots first wins.. cuddles for as long as they want. I realize now how ridiculous this game is, but it makes Virgil happy. And Virgil is rarely happy, which is upsetting, so I actually quite enjoy partaking in this silly game.”

Thomas can’t helping ‘awwing’ for a ridiculous amount of time which makes Logan cringe.

“Logan! You totally have a soft spot for cute children. Ya know you’re a lot more emotional, and fun than you try to make us think.”

Logan sighed exasperatedly, and looked at Patton.

“You won the game so it is now your turn to watch Virgil. Not like you’ll complain. If any of you need me I will be in my room recovering from these ridiculous past few days.”

Roman spoke up right as Logan sunk down.

“Gonna be a few more ridiculous days-maybe weeks-for you, buddy, but okay.”

Thomas laughed, and shook his head.

“You better find the solution!”

“I know! I know! I’ll go do that right now. Geez.”

And with that Roman sunk down. Thomas looked at Patton to see him holding a very sleepy Virgil.

“Uh, hey kiddo. I’d stay to help you figure some things out, but this kiddo is all tired out. Mind if I..?”

Thomas sighed, but couldn’t help smiling at the adorable sleepy side.

“It’s cool, Patton. Go ahead. We can talk later.”

Patton smiled, and sunk down to put Virgil down for a nap in his room.

Thomas sighed, and went back to doing what he was doing before he summoned the sides. All he could think is: Well, this should be interesting.

And yes. Interesting it will be.

~

hey what the fuck is a good ending? idk anyway yeah Thomas knows about lil baby Virgil now yay! (also i feel like the whole realistic outside world/height thing doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. let’s just pretend it does lmao)

What am I to you? PART 2

Too much alcohol. Too much parties. Too much fucking assholes around him. What is happening to Jooheon? And how can he stop this blind hate towards you? 

GENRE: Angst, little Fluff, little smutthish
TRIGGER WARNING:  + Mentioning of rape +


Originally posted by knjz

“Did you ever fuck her?”

Jooheon tried not to flinch by this question but Alex wasn’t really the shy type and blurted things just out. Jooheon hated this. He hated this guy and his stupid clique. He hated the parties every weekends. But what he hated the most was you.

His anger towards you was so intense, he couldn’t even look in your way. He wanted to scream at you and ask what the fuck was wrong with you, but he didn’t. He was a fucking coward and hated himself the most of all these things.

“Hey! Earth to Jooheon!” Alex waved his hand right in front of Jooheons face.
“You seem distracted… did you think about Y/N?”

Jooheon looked at Alex and was so fucking ready to punch him and break his stupid nose. How dare he talking about you?

“No. I’d never fu… We were best friends. Just friends. Not more.” he mumbled and teared the grass beneath his feet apart.

“Whaaaat? But she’s so freakin hot! How couldn’t you even think about fucking her until she screams and can’t walk anymore?”

Jooheon tried not to think about the picture that Alex implied but he couldn’t stop imagine about you.

But he didn’t wanted to fuck you senseless into the mattress… he wanted to look in to your eyes when he slowly pushed inside of you for the first time. He didn’t wanted you screaming, he wanted that you mewl and whine his name with those perfect apricot lips. And it would hurt a little at first but he would whisper cute nothings into your ear until you relax.
Because he knew you were a virgin. He knew everything about you.

And then, you two would sleep with each other in your arms and everything would be fucking perfect and then he would say…

“Maybe she fucks those hot gut who was with her. What was his name again? Wonho?”
Angie, the blonde girl besides Jooheon said it.
“He’s one of the hottest ulzzangs on the campus. I heard that his abs are like the abs of a greek god…”

Jooheon tried to stay calm after hearing his name. Bad enough that he saw you and Wonho holding hands today in this café, and know he heard all those things that girls loved Wonho for. Fucking batshit.

“She seemed kinda shy. Maybe she’s a virgin.” the other girl said. She had short green hair and Jooheon forgot her name already five minutes after she told him.

“I would fucking teach her blowjobs…” Alex muttered and smirked to himself.

“When’s the party starting today?” Jooheon asked and quickly jumped onto his feet.

“8 pm I guess.” Alex shrugged his shoulders.  

“Ok. I’ll see you then.” Jooheon said and walked away.
Alex was a perv and definitely fucked every girl on the whole campus. Except you.
He was so angry and disgusted in himself. What was wrong with him? He skipped classes, he drank too much, he dreamed over a girl he couldn’t have because he was just her best friend.

“Hey, Jooheon! Wait!”

Jooheon stopped and turned his head. Fuck.

“Jooheonie! Where are you going?” Wonho laughed and put a hand on Jooheons shoulder.

I wish I could destroy his perfect white teeth, maybe then he would lost this annoying smile…

“Just going to the dorm.” he simply answered.

“I see… Well, to be honest I wanted to talk to you. See, you hang out a lot with Alex and his clique lately, and we’re just worried about you.”

Jooheon tried so hard to hate Wonho, but he couldn’t. Wonho was always a good friend to him…

“Especially Y/N is worried, you know.”

There it was again. All this blind hate towards you… Why did Wonho knew how you feel? Did you run into his arms and told him every fucking detail in your life? When did this start? When did you rather go to Wonho instead of him? And when the freakin fucking fuck did you started to call Wonho ‘Oppa’?! You never called Jooheon 'Oppa’, but he was older too!

“Aw c'mon… why don’t you all go and fuck yourself?” he mumbled and then just walked away. Wonho still stood there, slowly shaking his head.




The party was too loud, too full and too annoying. Fraternity party’s where the worst…

“Hey, what about we’re looking for a private room?” Angie asked after Jooheon sat beside her on the big sofa. Ugh. No thanks. He didn’t wanted another woman…  

“Maybe later…” he mumbled.

“Awww, c'mon Jooheonie!” she mewled and Alex began to laugh.  

“Yeah, go and fuck Angie. She’s a good sucker. Right, Angie?” he winked after Angie showed him the middle finger.

Jooheon closed his eyes and just listened to the music. Sort of electro mixed with Skrillex and a few high pitched screams.

“Well, well, well… Look who found the way inside of the lions den. The little shy kitten.”

Jooheon opened his eyes and couldn’t believe what he saw: You, standing in the door and looking around.
You looked just perfect in every way for him. A cute black dress and your wonderful long hair felt over your shoulders.

“Jooheonie! I’m drunk an horny! Why won’t you play with me?” Angie whispered into his ear and before he could even move away, she kissed him.
He tasted the alcohol on her lips and her perfume who was way too intense.

“Hey Kitten. We are here! Come sit with us…”

Jooheon pushed the girl lightly away and looked at you. He saw Alex patten his lap and saw your disgusted face and couldn’t be more relieved. Of course you wouldn’t do such a thing.
Then your eyes met and he wanted to slap himself. You looked so fucking sad and worried, he just wanted to held you in his arms.

“No thanks, I just wanted to look for Jooheon.”
your cute voice was music to his ears. How could you sound so innocent and pure?

“Oh, look Jooheon. You’re mommy is here again.” Angie scoffed and the other ones started to laugh.

“What do you want here?” his voice sounded harsher that he thought.
But what we’re you actually doing here? Here in this shithole full of pervs and criminals?

“I… I j-just…” you began but your voice died.

This happened to you since the first grade of middle school after Mrs. Wandler had called you out in front of the whole class.  
A few days later Jooheon mixed laxative into her coffee, because when he saw you there standing, stuttering and completely nervous, he fell in love with you. Since this day you were his very first priority.

“Where’s Wonho?” he asked but regretted it at the same second. Tears started to form in your eyes and then you just turned around.

“Forget it.”

And then you were gone… He hated himself so much. Why was he such an idiot towards you? He needed to apologise. Very fast or he would lose you forever.

“I’m going.” he sat and stood up.

“No! Where?” Angie seemed disappointed but he couldn’t care less.

He looked around for Alex but he was gone. Strange… Wasn’t he there a few minutes back then?
Doesn’t matter. He needed to go to your dorm and talk to you.

“JOOHEON!”

What the…? Was this your voice? Was he dreaming? He shook his head and claimed the loud music for this delusion.

“JOOHEON! HELP ME!”

Ok, no. This was definitive NOT imagination. This was your voice. Loud enough to hear all over this shitty music. Jooheon looked around but all he saw where drunk people who puked on the carpet or fucked against a wall. Fucking circus.
Then his look fell onto the door next to the stairs and pressed his ear against it.
And then he heard it.

You cried.




“Please don’t…”

Meanwhile you were a crying mess and tried to push this guy away from you but he held your hands over your head and kissed your neck.

“Are you a virgin? Just virgins are whining that much…” he laughed and you could have puked right there.
“But don’t worry Kitten, I’m gonna make you feel so good… you will beg for more and my dick.”

“Stop! Please stop! I don’t want this!” the tears ran down your cheeks but he just laughed and moved down over your body.

You felt his hands roaming over your stomach after he pushed your dress up. This was a nightmare. Your parents always told you to never go at this party’s. You knew it!
And now you were lying here, half naked and being raped in less than 5 minutes.

Just as his mouth arrived your panties, the door flew open with a loud Bang.
You saw Jooheon standing there and looked into his eyes when you saw something different into his gaze.

He snapped.

“You fucking asshole!” he yelled and his fist flew into the other guys face.
“I’m going to fucking murder you! You piece of shit!”

You just sat there a few seconds but then you suddenly awaken from your trance and saw what happened:

Jooheon leaning over the other guy, beating him again and again till blood ran all over his face and Jooheons hands.

“Jooheon! Stop!” you screamed but he didn’t listen. He just bashed the other guys head again and again.

“Jooheon! Please! You’re going to kill him!” you tried to push him away and finally he registered you and catched his breath.

“Y/N…”

“I’m here. I’m here.” you whispered and hugged him as thight as you could.

“What the fuck happened…” he asked and tears started to run over his cheeks.




The walk back to the dorms was quiet. Nobody talked. Nobody didn’t knew what to say. It was only when they stood at your door of your dorm.

“Do you want to come inside and talk?” you asked softly and Jooheon only nodded.

You two sat on your bed, a cup of hot coffee in their hands and kept silent.

“Y/N, what happened before… I… I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“Did he… touched you?”

You didn’t know what to say. It was so damn close…

“I’m fine.”

Jooheon stood up and walked up and down in the small bedroom.
“Don’t lie to me. Tell me what he did… You must talk about this, Y/N.”

Jooheon leaned down and looked you dead serious in to the eyes.

“Jooheonie… I’m fine.” you spoke softly again. “Thanks to you…”

“I’m such an idiot…” he sighed and leaned into your neck.

“No. You saved me.” you whispered and ran your fingers trough his hair.

And then Jooheon looked up. Just a few inches away from you before he pressed his lips against yours.
You two fell behind in your bed and he softly kissed you and caressed your cheek.

“Jooheon…” you whimpered when you felt his fingers against your stomach. You needed him. You needed him to erase all those horrible memories from before.

“What?” he asked and looked straight into your eyes.

“I… I ned y-you…” you managed to say.

“After all this? Y/N, are you sure?” You found concern in his beautiful face.

“Yes… please.”

He quietly hummed against your neck and peppered it with small kisses.
“I’m not sleeping with you tonight…”

“But…!”

“Sh-Sh…” he pressed a finger against your lips. “This should be something special. But I’m going to make you feel good. I promise you, Baby.”

After managing to put your dress down, you were laying down again and watched what he was doing.
Jooheons eyes never lost your eyes and moved lower till he moved your panties slowly aside.

You felt his single finger against your womanhood and moaned softly.

“Does that feel good, Baby?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yes…”

He slid your panties down and carefully spread your legs till they were completely parted and in front of his face.

Jooheon couldn’t believe all this. There you were lying: The girl he loves the most and with every fibre in his body. Legs spread wide and sofly panting.

The first lick against your clit was careful, soft. But after hearing you moaning, he licked again. This time a little harder.

“Oh god…” you moaned and saw him smirking.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes… yes. Please don’t stop… it feels good.”

After hearing your words, Jooheon added a finger in your meanwhile throbbing hole and softly pushed it in and out.

“I’m your first one right?” he asked and you opened your eyes.  
Of course he was! Who else would you ever want? You just wanted to feel all this kind of things with the man you loved.

“Of course…” you said and your fingers waved trough his hair.

“Good.”
After that he added another finger and brought his mouth back to your clit. He was sucking, nibbling and licking against it and you had the feeling to explode. His fingers were in a steady rhythm but the mixture of his fingers and his tongue pushed you over the edge.

“Oh god! Jooheon! Oh fuck…” you moaned out loudly and arched your back to the max.

There it was: the mewling and whimpering of his name in your cute voice. It was like music to his ears and he had to be careful not to come undone into his pants. He wanted to sleep with you, to push you softly into your bed or held you against the wall in the shower… but not today.

Today he just wanted to make you feel good and relaxed. This was his apologise to you…

Jooheon crawled on top of you and looked into your eyes.
“Y/N… I have to tell you something and why I was such a dick the last days…”

“Tell me…”'you whispered.

“I lov-”

“Y/N??? Are you here? Please open the door! I heard what happened!” Wonho basically bashed the door.  

Shit.
Jooheon looked into your eyes and you saw as your sweet and caring friend disappeared and turned  into this cold ice statue again.


ok I’m going the fucking sleep. it’s 2 am now and imm going to hate myself in the morning but heeeeey!
thank you all so much for liking the first part and for all your cute messages i received. request are now open. feel free to request something!
good night my little night owls~

Mulder’s Apartment.  The Goodbye We Never Got to Say.

Does anyone else feel like we never got a proper goodbye to Mulder’s apartment?  I feel that, in a lot of ways, his apartment was just as iconic to the show as the X-Files basement office.

Yet they ditched it without so much as a cursory glance, or a wistful note played of Mark Snow’s score.  We were there - and then we weren’t.  And now it’s gone forever.

The last time we see Mulder (and Scully) in his apartment, is in season 8′s Three Words.  

But it’s not actually the last time we see the apartment itself.  The last time is even sadder - because there’s no Mulder or Scully-  it’s through Agent Doggett’s eyes that we say our final farewell to this iconic location.  He walks into Mulder’s apartment to find it empty in the season 9 premiere Nothing Important Happened Today.

Mulder’s belongings all gone - now moved to Scully’s apartment.

I really think we deserved a scene where Mulder and Scully are packing away his things and they talk about all the times they had together in the apartment - Mulder musing about moving forward with his life - and leaving the past behind.  Them smiling at each other as they walk out of the empty apartment… and the door closes.

Did I just describe the series finale of Friends, there?  I think I might have.

Anyway!

As a homage to apartment #42, 2630 Hegal Place Alexandria, VA 23242, here’s a scrapbook of it’s greatest hits from season 1 - 9 and Fight the Future.  I will be posting at least 1 screecap of EVERY episode the apartment appeared in.

So yeah, this is gonna be long. VERY LONG You have been warned!

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No Scars To Your Beautiful (Negan x Plus Size Fem!Reader)


Requested by @mcrmy-for-life-2013 : could you do one where he saves a girl and she becomes one of his wives but she’s extremely self conscious about how she looks because she’s curvy and has tattoos and scars. And all he wants to do is prove to her that he thinks she’s beautiful. And she admits that she’s never had anyone actually make love to her and not just fuck her until they finished. And he shows her how a woman should be treated and she becomes his favorite. Can it be really smutty and fluffy?

A/N: I hope I did your request justice and that you’ll enjoy it. It’s my first time writing with a plus size reader, so I hope I don’t disappoint.

Warnings: Smut, Angst & Fluff, Self-Doubt, Body Confidence, Body Image, Caring & Loving Negan, Explicit Language, Swearing.






For most of your life you’ve been asking yourself the same question.

Who was this monster staring back at you in the mirror?

The various scars from the car accident you’d been in as a teenager was spread across your skin, and you’d been trying to cover them up with tattoos ever since. But one thing you couldn’t cover up how much you even tried was the curves on your body. Other girls had always said how much they envied your curves but you knew it had to be a lie. When all that stared back at you in the mirror was a lump of flesh and fat. When every guy you’d ever been with said you needed to lose weight. And you had tried. Both for them but mostly for yourself. Maybe you could finally be happy if you saw what you wanted to see in the mirror?

A perfect and flawless woman. But despite all of your efforts, the weight was still there. The curves were still there to taunt you every day.

But all of that was in the past. Now, in this post-apocalyptic world, there was no time to worry about the way one looked. And you hadn’t really. Until you met him. When Negan saved you from being eaten by a herd of biters.


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it’s @gaydean‘s freakin’ birthday!!! what! anyway, here’s an unrelated fic about dean winchester having a pretty good birthday. 

There’s an ache along his joints as Dean realises he slept weirdly last night. Beyond that, his gut feels low and heavy, his mind sluggish, and he knows today’s something significant in any other life but a hunter’s.

Oh yeah. It’s his birthday today.

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Happiness In Strange Places

Pairing: Leo x Y/n
Genre: Fluff/Slight angst?
Nanny!Reader x SingleParent!Leo

Happiness can be found in the strangest places.
For instance, finding those last few stray fries at the bottom of the bag, accomplishing that childhood ambition that you always swore you’d complete, or simply managing to get out of the bed.

For Y/n it was babysitting Noah Valdez. Noah is this energetic kid with brown curly locks that bounced about as he ran through the messy apartment, his high-pitched laughter piercing the calm silence.  

There was nothing you loved more than taking care of the unpredictable four-year-old every day from 8 a.m to 8 p.m. His father was a hard-working man that spent every chance he could loving his son to the fullest.

His name was Leo Valdez and he was an old friend from your favorite camp in the world– Camp Half-Blood. You two were very close back in the days of your camper days almost never separating from the other without a good reason. Then one day he confessed he was in love with the minor goddess Calypso he had met on the island of Ogygia and just… left. He left you here to deal with your feelings you’d never be able to admit.

You shake your head quickly, trying to rid yourself of the hurt you felt in your teenage years. You set your glass of water down on the marble bar of the small kitchen, placing the cup in the sink with all the other dishes you plan to wash later. With a sigh, you sit down on one of the old wooden stools and hold your face in your hands, Why did I take up this job in the first place? I mean, I love Noah like he’s my own but… I guess I never could say no to that man. You think with a small smile, remembering how much joy Leo’s smile brought to your life– no matter how dreadful or hard things were for you. He was the epitome of the sunlight you feel on a nice summer day, or when you’re waking up in tranquility the next morning and the sunbeams trickling through the curtains letting you know it’s morning.

A cry of pain coming from the living room ripped you out of your thoughts. Standing up immediately and rushing to the source of the sound worriedly, “Noah?” You called out only, “Are you hurt?”

A whimper responded back weakly, “Yeah.”

You step into the living room to see Noah sitting down on the floor holding his head in his hands. You kneel down next to him and pull the sniffling boy into your arms, brushing down his hair with your hands while inspecting the obvious red mark on his forehead.

“Are you alright? What happened?” You ask softly as you glanced at your surroundings. You noticed that the furniture was lined up in some sort of pathway, but the chair nearest to Noah had been overturned as if it had been knocked over. Noah sniffled as he explained, “I-I was playing the floor is lava and I f-fell.”

You sighed audibly and kissed the top of his head lovingly, “Noah… You know you’re only supposed to play that when your dad or myself is around.”

A sound of the door clicking closed and the shuffling of shoes being taken off told you that Leo was home, “Only supposed to play what?”

At hearing his father’s voice the young boy perked up instantly, “Daddy?” Leo rounded the corner that leads into the living room, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling with happiness at the sight of his son– although unbeknownst to you, he was also smiling at the sight of you.

Noah leaped out your lap with joy, chanting, “You’re home! You’re home!”
Leo chuckled and bent down to embrace his hyperactive son, picking him up at the same time so he could spin him around.

You grinned at the display of affection Leo was showing towards his mini-me that was his son. Times like this often made you wish that you had confessed your feelings before Leo left; before you lost all contact with him– the boy that got away. What would have happened if you had confessed? Would Noah be yours and Leos son?

For the second time today you were snapped back to reality.
Leo stood in front of you with a concerned look on his face, rubbing your arm up and down as he coaxed you out of your thoughts, “Y/n… Hey, knucklehead, are you listening? Hellooo”
You let a small smile slip onto your lips at the view of his scrunched up face, he used to make that face all the time while he was working.  He shook you just a bit to see if you respond to him in any way.

“Yeah, yeah. Um, what is it?” You asked hastily and biting your lip out of habit. Leo glances down at your lip for a second too long before he answers, “I was asking if you wanted to hang out today but you kinda spaced out,” He lets out a short giggle, “You used to do that all the time when we were teenagers.” His comment took you by surprise. You were shocked he even retained that knowledge after all these years– how long has it been?

“Did I?” You spoke with a smile, “I can’t believe you remember that.”

Leo scratched the back of his neck and tilted his head slightly;–something that you always found adorable– “Well duh… I could never forget how many times you spaced out while I talked about my machines while we hung out in your cabin.”

You inwardly cringed at your past self’s actions, the reason you zoned out so much while he spoke specifically about his machines was because you were in awe of his passion. It brought you endless amounts of happiness to see his dark eyes brighten in excitement and joy when he spoke of his creations. You couldn’t help but daydream of the dorky smile he kept on his tanned face, or even the way he teasingly puckered his lips at you when he tickled you.

Noah reached up and grabbed your hand as he rubbed his eyes sleepily, “Y/n I’m tired.”

You bent down to pick the exhausted boy who usually bounced with energy and cuddled him in your arms, “Alright, let’s get you washed up and into your PJ’s.” You stole a quick glance at Leo before turning out of the living room to head towards the bathroom.




“Okay,” Leo huffed, leaping over the couch to sit rather close to you, “Little man is asleep. So… ”

You wrung your hands together nervously, “So? Is there something you wanted to talk about?”

Leo bit his lip in thought, something that made your heart swell with the desire to kiss his pink lips just once at least. Gods, what’s the matter with you Y/n?

“Yeah, I’m-… I’m sorry I left you for so many years. I’m so stupid to even think just because we were best friends when we were younger I could ask you to babysit my kid.”

You shook your head slightly in disagreement, “You aren’t stupid, I’m glad you asked me. Otherwise, I would have never met Noah… or seen you again.” You mumbled the last part under your breath.

Leo did not utter another word, unable to tell whether or not to feel guilty that you believed he wouldn’t come find you. He’d always come back to you, he promised that years ago when he had that near death experience in his bedroom when his hover tool rack malfunctioned and exploded right near his face. He’d never forget the look on your delicate features when you walked in to see him applying band-aids onto the rather large gash on his left cheek, the way you rushed over to him and held his good cheek in your hand as you examined him. He’d promised to be more careful with his work ever since then, never wanting to leave you alone in this world.

But he did.
He left without so much as a goodbye to you, but what was he supposed to say? ‘Oh, I’m leaving you and everyone else so I can elope with my freakin’ goddess girlfriend.’ Yeah, I don’t think that’s something you’d want to hear.

“Leo…” He heard you murmur shyly, catching his attention and making him look over, “I’ve been meaning to tell you this ever since we were teenagers.”

He waited anxiously for you to finish, urging you with frantic nods of his head and a quiet, “Go on.”

Your eyes shut tightly as you spoke as you pretended you were back in your apartment, in front of the mirror rehearsing this for the millionth time. Letting out an audible sigh you finished, “I’m in love with you.”

Leo stared blankly at your cringing figure, your nervous face now buried in your hands while you listened for his reaction. How was he supposed to respond? I mean he had a crush on you back in your camper days, did he still like you? He quietly mulled over the thought before he answered, afraid he might regret his decision either way. Although while he did this, he was unaware of how much torment it brought you, you thought you’d ruined everything.

Warm tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, “I’m sorry… Just forget I said anything at all.”

Leo looked up at your now standing figure, panicked brown eyes showing waves of concern.

“I’ll… I’m just gonna go. Thanks for hanging out with me, though.”

His warm and calloused hand entrapped your soft and reasonably small hand in his own, “Wait!” His mouth moved on its own and –he guessed– his mind was made up.

I think I love you too.”



((Part 2 maybe?))
**OH MY GOD I UPDATED**

anonymous asked:

Okay so like: Imagine Keith and Lance meeting like ONE TIME when they were suuuuuuuper super little like 2 or something and they kissed and - listen I REMEMBER shit from that time in my life I don't give a fuck who says you don't remember shit till you're four but ANYWAY Keith and Lance and the others are talking about the first memories they have as kids as some bonding excercise and then OH BOTH KEITH AND LANCE KISSED A BOY IN THE SAME YEAR AT THE SAME PLACE HUH WOW bonus if they're dating

“Truth or dare?”

Everyone groans.

“Ugh.” “Lance, no.” “Stop it.” “Take this seriously!“ “Dare.”

Four pairs of eyes turn to the big guy floating at the center of the training deck. Of course it’s Hunk.

Hunk looks hesitantly at everyone else. Then, he shrugs. “What? It’s not like we have anything better to do until Coran figures out a way to turn the gravity back on.”

Pidge frowns. “Yeah, but why’d you choose dare?”

Lance answers this one. “Uhhhh, because only wusses like Keith don’t pick dare?”

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The Inquisitor and DA4

I’ve shared my opinions a few times about this before, but I feel the need to make a full post dedicated to my reasoning as to why the Inquisitor should be greatly involved in the next DA game, either as a protagonist or companion. This seems to be one of the biggest topics of debate when it comes to the next Dragon Age game and rightly so. So below I’ve highlighted some of the biggest reasons I think it’s crucial Bioware carefully considers its options pressing forward.  

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anonymous asked:

what about the boys with children/babysitting? and then like once they get all cute, tickling the kids, babytalking or blowing raspberries on their tummies, their s/o walks in and they get flustered?

Oh…oh my gods, so cute! So freakin cute!

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Noctis

While you were cleaning, what you could only hope was just vegetables off the table and chair, your 3 year old cousin was sitting in, you had told Noctis, your beloved boyfriend, to assist with putting her down for a nap. As the King of Naps you figured there wasn’t many troubles they could get into.

So after scrubbing at the mushed up green bean, wait didn’t Noctis have green beans too, no he had better not contributed to this! You had finally managed to get the chair clean, only to realize that you hadn’t heard any screaming, from either party, and they had been gone for 20 minutes.

You had figured at this point one of them would be screaming and yelling for you to come here!

“Noct?” You called, moving into the living room where you told him to take her.

“…and I honestly just didn’t get, why should I learn to sword fight, that’s Gladio’s job.”

“Yeah.” Your little cousin agreed, her legs tucked underneath her sitting on the couch, laying her head on Noctis chest, staring into those blue eyes, that seem to have hypnotized her.

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A Dangerous Game (Suho Mafia!au fic) Chapter 8 - The Lion & The Dragon Pt. 3

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Warnings: None

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Ch. 9, Ch. 10, Ch. 11, Ch. 12, Ch. 13, Ch. 14, Ch. 15(M), Ch. 16, Ch. 17(M), Ch. 18, Ch. 19, Ch. 20, Ch. 21, Ch. 22, Bonus Chapter  


The second building that we visited was smaller than the first but didn’t lack the vibe the first on did. We were lead down a long hall to a conference room where two men sat. One, I had never seen before…the other, the man with kind eyes and a love of oversized sweaters.

As his usually soft gaze was stern as he looked at Junmyeon until his eyes met mine. The look that he normally gave me in the coffee shop reappeared and a small smile appeared on his lips.

“Suho…so good for you to finally join us,” the other man said.

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halfway there.

Word Count: 670

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: slight swearing, pretty fluffy

Summary: (Y/N) catches up with Peter during lunch to confirm their upcoming date. Ned warns his best friend not to let his superhero alter ego let things get in the way of him and his chances with the girl of his dreams. 

Notes: I’ve been on a weird song inspiration kick lately. So I’m planning on this being a part of a three or two part series based on some songs from the Broadway musical, Amelie! I tried to incorporate some elements from the film/musical and this is sort of based on “Halfway” but not really. The next two will be though, promise. 😉😉

PART TWO | PART THREE (to be uploaded!) 

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Professor Winchester (Dean Winchester x Reader AU) Chap. 7

Professor Winchester Masterlist

Word Count: 2,353

Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Warnings: Language, smut (unprotected), fluff

A/N: ONLY TWO CHAPTERS LEFT AFTER THIS OMG 

Just as you finish up the last swipe of lipstick, you step back from your mirror, taking in your appearance. You’re supposed to be heading over to Dean’s house for you date in less than ten minutes and of course, you’re running low on time- why wouldn’t you be? It seems to be in your nature to be late to all things, no matter how much time you give yourself in advance to get ready.

Dean refused to tell you what you two are doing on your date tonight. He said he wanted to keep it a surprise, which only made figuring out what to wear more difficult. You don’t normally put too much thought into what you wear, but you wanted to make sure you looked cute today. It’s your first date with Dean; therefore, a special occasion in your eyes. So you had settled on the cutest articles of clothing you own- a skirt and a sweater, paired with ankle boots. That combined with your makeup and straightened hair, you know you look to die for.

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Good End

This is one of my tributes for achieving 1000 followers! Thank you all so much! Enjoy! ^^

Read the bad end here.

Note: This is going to be LONG, so grab a snack / water.

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


Summer vacation.

The former Phantom Thieves were lounging around the attic in Leblanc; Akira had come to visit, and everyone had assisted him with unpacking in addition to tidying up the room.

Ryuji groaned. “God… it’s too freakin’ hot. Ain’t there any air conditioning in here?”

“My bad. I’ll go step outside,” Akira said, his face completely straight.

“What would be the purpose in doing such a thing? Is it not hotter outside than it is indoors?” Yusuke implored.

“Yusuke… I think Akira meant that it’s so hot in here because he’s hot…” Ann chimed.

“Thank you, Ann,” Akira replied smugly.

She sighed. “You totally took that the wrong way…”

“I’m afraid you set yourself up for that one,” Makoto added.

Ryuji abruptly gasped. “Hey, I got it! Why don’t we go to the beach to celebrate this guy comin’ to visit?”

“But he only just arrived…” Haru said pointedly.

“Tomorrow, then! C’mon, it ain’t a real summer unless we go to the beach.”

“Hm, he’s got a point,” Morgana agreed. 

Futaba vigorously nodded. “Yup, yup. Count me in!”

“I have no objections as well. The sea is a marvelous landscape, and I hear that the ice cream is on sale for a limited time this summer.” Yusuke began to murmur to himself about checking his savings.

“Well, since we all agree, we’ll wake up early in the morning and set off then. Are we good?” Morgana asked.

The decision was unanimous, and everyone departed to prepare for their adventure.

Akira and Morgana were alone that night. “It feels good to back,” the cat mused.

“Yeah, we made some great memories here.”

“Are you all packed up? We’ll have to wake up early tomorrow.” The boy nodded in response, and the duo happily fell asleep on their familiar bed.

Everyone arrived early as promised, and on Akira’s way out, Sojiro spoke to him. “You heading out?”

“Yeah, we’re going to the beach.”

The manager nodded. “All right. You kids have fun. And Akira… it’s good to have you back.”

Akira smiled and nodded. Before he left, however, he turned back to Sojiro. “Can I ask for a favor?”

Once Akira discussed this ‘favor’ with Sojiro, he and his friends took off in their vehicle. It was a quiet drive since most of them had fallen asleep, but when they arrived, the chatter never ceased.

The boys waited outside for the girls to finish up in the changing room, and then they set off in search for the perfect location to claim. After they unpacked, the girls applied sunscreen to each other, and Ryuji proceeded to drag everyone to the water.

“W-wait, the instructions on the sunscreen said to wait about 15 minutes before going into the water,” Makoto explained.

“Don’t worry about it, that stuff never works anyway.”

“Ryuji, did you even put any on?”

“Nope!” he replied happily.

The group playfully splashed about in the water, and half of them began playing chicken while the other half searched for seashells.

Ryuji and Ann were engaged in chicken, with Akira and Makoto holding them, respectively. 

“Don’t think I’m gonna go easy on ya. You’re goin’ down,” Ryuji taunted.

“Yeah, going down in history as a champion. But don’t worry, I’m sure there’s a spot with your name on it… in the loser’s section,” Ann retorted.

“You little…! C’mon, Akira; we can’t lose!”

“Is that… ice cream?!” Yusuke’s eyes widened and sparkled as he gazed at the nearby cart.

Ryuji fell into the water with a splash and somehow Akira teleported next to Yusuke. 

“Let’s do this, Fox,” Akira said, his eyes glinting with fighting spirit as he held his hand up.

“Right behind you, Joker.” The two high-fived and broke out into a sprint toward the ice cream cart, leaving a cloud of sand behind them.

“Abandoned for ice cream?!” Ryuji shouted in disbelief as he bobbed in the water.

The duo instantly returned with the cart. 

“You bought the entire cart?!” Ryuji exclaimed.

“I had extra money,” Akira explained, flashing a thumbs-up with a twinkle in his eye.

“Wh-whoa! Impressive,” Futaba mused.

Haru giggled. “That’s our leader!”

“Let’s take this to our spot! I bet Morgana will love this,” Ann beamed.

The friends savored their ice cream, and Morgana indulged in some as well. They had debated taking the cart with them since they couldn’t finish it all, but Makoto pointed out that someone was going to have to be left behind for that to work.

“It was nice knowing you, Inari.”

“Do not insinuate that I’m going to be left behind! I simply cannot allow myself to be parted from such a delicacy.”

“Then I guess you better eat up, or else I’m gonna nosh on all of it,” Futaba threatened.

“I won’t allow that!” The two engaged in an eating contest and they hastily finished off all the ice cream. However, they reaped the consequences as they grasped their heads and cringed from the ensuing brain-freeze. 

“Oh my, will they be all right?” Haru asked.

Makoto shook her head. “Let’s just leave them be.”

The duo decided to take a walk to burn off the calories they just consumed. They discussed other plans and events that they could partake in while Akira was still there.

“Anywhere is fine with me as long as I’m with you all,” Haru said cheerfully.

“I feel the same way,” Makoto agreed. “This will definitely be an exciting summer.”

“Yes, we’re already off to a great start. Hm… why don’t we go camping? I’m sure the stars would look lovely away from the city lights!”

Makoto gulped. “C-camping? In the d-dark?”

Haru smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, I failed to remember your aversion to darkness.“

“N-no, it’s okay. It’s a fantastic idea. But could you, um… bunk with me?”

Haru’s hair bounced as she eagerly nodded and linked arms with Makoto. “It’s a deal! We should invite Ann and Futaba to join us in our tent, too. The more the merrier, right?” She glanced at Makoto knowingly.

The scarlet-eyed girl sighed in relief and smiled warmly. “Thank you for understanding.” The girls rejoined the group, chattering and giggling about silly things that would happen on the camping trip. 

Soon the day had reached the afternoon, and the friends decided it would be best to head back to Leblanc. The car was buzzing with their voices as they excitedly discussed the day’s events, as well as future plans.

“A campin’ trip?! That’s genius, Haru!” Ryuji exclaimed.

She nodded. “Thank you! I believe it would be a fascinating experience. What do you say, Akira?”

The raven-haired boy bobbed his head in approval. “Let’s head straight there.”

“H-hey, now, no need to rush,” Makoto added.

“Oh yeah, ain’t you afraid of the dark?” Ryuji asked playfully.

Makoto shot daggers at him through the rear-view mirror. “The amazing thing about the woods is that no one can hear you scream.”

“S-sorry, just a joke, won’t happen again!” he squeaked.

Everyone safely made it to the coffee shop and greeted Sojiro on their way to the attic. “I’m gonna close up shop early and leave the place to you kids since Akira asked me to. I better not return to the place being burned down,” Sojiro warned.

“Leave it to us, Boss! We’ll take good care of it!” Ann chirped.

With a grunt and a nod, he left the cafe, flipping the sign on the way out.

“You asked him to close the place for us?” Futaba asked Akira.

“Yeah, because we’re going to have a sleepover.” The group simply gaped at him for a moment. Then they cheered and tugged Akira into a group hug.

“Dude, you’re the best!”

“Oh my god, this is going to be so much fun!”

“Indeed. This will be my first sleepover…”

“I should text my sister that I won’t be returning home tonight.”

“This is gonna be a blast! Akira, go and make us some of that sweet, sweet curry!”

“Curry does sound delicious right now! A cup of coffee would compliment it perfectly, too.”

Akira grinned at the gaggle of exhilarated friends and agreed to provide dinner. They assisted him, of course, and the food actually came out very well. The team contentedly munched on it, complimenting Akira’s natural talent and generosity. He shyly rubbed the back of his head and thanked them for their aid. 

With their bellies now full, they bounded upstairs and engaged in party games such as truth or dare (which Haru was surprisingly adept at), board games, and cards. After they played, Akira put on a movie and retrieved spare blankets so that they could build a blanket fort. 

“Yusuke, you keep knocking the blankets down,” Ann complained.

“I-I apologize. It seems that I must be more cautious when I stand up.”

Eventually, the group had exhausted themselves, and they collapsed on the floor, cuddling with each other despite the heat. Only Akira remained awake, and he stared at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. Never in his wildest dreams had he anticipated sharing his heart with so many people, nor that they would actually reciprocate his affection. 

Akira gasped as something slammed down on his stomach. It appeared to be the leg of one his friends. His eyes strained against the darkness to follow up the leg, only to discover that it belonged to Ryuji. Morgana was curled on top of the blonde’s back, and Ryuji’s arm was draped around Futaba’s waist, who had her head placed on Yusuke’s stomach. His lithe legs tangled with Makoto’s, and her arms were secured around Haru’s waist. 

Akira softly chuckled at the web of people scattered around the attic, and his heart swelled with fondness, for it was they who had accepted him, even when no one else did. He expected his time in Tokyo to be a living hell, and it certainly felt that way at times… but his friends became his salvation when the world had abandoned him. 

I almost forgot what this felt like…

Akira glimpsed once more at his companions before shutting his eyes. His finger reached up to snag the teardrop that had rolled out of one of his eyes, and he smiled to himself.

It’s good to be back home.

Crush ( Part 1)

Originally posted by holy-fucking-damn-shit

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Summary: Jensen has a huge crush on you
Warnings: none.
A/N: This is set in the early spn years, way before Danneel and JJ, no hate to his family, this is just fiction.


Jensen smiled as he sat down in the fold out chair, next to Jared, in front of the camera. The interviewer was in the next room getting the rest of her things ready for the interview with them.

“Think this’ll ever get old?” Jared asked, smiling nervously as he wiped his hands on his jeans. Jensen smiled, patting him on the shoulder before sighing happily, “God, I hope not.” In that moment the interviewer walked in with a big smile on her face and a few papers in her hands.

“Alright, Gentlemen, let’s start this shall we?”

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✰ * º ❛  new girl ‘kids’ (s1e21) sentence starters.  ❜

‘  you’re using birth control, right?  ’
‘  it’s just that he’s so athletic that birth control becomes like one of those plastic barbecue covers in a hurricane.  ’
‘  i didn’t wanna know that.  ’
‘  what is all the screaming about?  ’
‘  have you finally agreed to be in our third? because, you know, we’ve discussed this.  ’
‘  what? this is not the time!  ’
‘  i was the bomb diggity as a baby! i mean i was like break-dancing at eight months old.  ’
‘  get out! seriously?  ’
‘  he’s got too many d.u.i.’s to take himself, so i guess i got to take him.  ’
‘  they’re going to be here in a few minutes, so i need you to be on your best behavior.  ’
‘  no f-bombs, p-bombs. actually, no b through s bombs. no bombs.  ’
‘  please put on some pants.  ’
‘  everything you say sounds really creepy when you’re not wearing pants.  ’
‘  your hair looks nice.  ’
‘  mm, this coffee is smoldering.  ’
‘  so creepy.  ’
‘  i think he’s testing me. i think he’s seeing if i could be a mom.  ’
‘  put some some pants… or at least some really high socks.  ’
‘  i just wanted to make sure that there wasn’t some important piece of information that i totally missed.  ’
‘  actually, can you explain what you mean very clearly?  ’
‘  it’s been months of nonstop sex.  ’
‘  i’m not listening to you.  ’
‘  i’m just saying, look, do you think she wants something more than sex?   ’
‘  do you think she’s finally becoming a girl? cause i can’t handle that, man.  ’
‘  do you think i’ve become too dependent on a hot lava massage?  ’
‘  i’m gonna be there in just a second, okay?  ’
‘  i’m not going to sit here and bond with you about this, alright?  ’
‘  i gotta go babysit my boss.  ’
‘  i’m coming with a date.  ’
‘  she’s smart and mature and she knows about art and famous artists like banksy and the guy who did the obama poster and, you know, like, chalk outline guy.  ’
‘  that’s stupid.  ’
‘  your eyes are so brown. they look like poop.  ’
‘  be honest with me, do my eyes look like poo?  ’
‘  i’m just trying to give you an opportunity to lie to me. just trying to be polite.  ’
‘  actually, the ancient egyptians made pasta by flattening the dough with their feet.  cool, huh?  ’
‘  why do you have so many bras?  ’
‘  i just want you to know that, um, you can ask me anything.  ’
‘  are you in love with my dad?  ’
‘  do you two ever dry-lump?? ’
‘  is sexting cool?  ’
‘  have you done a 99?  ’
‘  have you ever given anyone plow chops?  ’
‘  how do you make love to a person animal-style?  ’
‘  do you wanna learn how to play bridge?  ’
‘  i’ve been doing some thinking and i think it’s time that i take you on a real date.  ’
‘  you’re asking me out on a date?  ’
‘  it’ll be our first real date! italy on ice is a celebration of all things italian, featuring ice dancing’s biggest and brightest italian stars.  ’
‘  i can’t go right now. it’s a really bad time, okay? i’m sorry, just take someone else.  ’
‘  i don’t think you should be rushing into these things.  ’
‘  i know, that sucked. i’m sorry.  ’
‘  just choose someone who makes you laugh.  ’
‘  oh my god, oh my god. i love them so, so, so much. they’re so hot.  ’
‘  i want to rub my face on his face!  ’
‘  just to be clear, i am dialing another woman to go see italy on ice right now.  ’
‘  this room can not take anymore hormones.  ’
‘  it’s almost too much juxtaposition for me. you know what i mean? it’s like right at the line of juxtaposition, but i think i’m gonna let it slide.  ’
‘  what it be girl? what you got going on, ma? it’s the freakin’ weekend.  ’
‘  did you just call me “girl”?  ’
‘  are you wearing something sexy?  ’
‘  oh, you got jeans on, baby, are they tight?  ’
‘  um, my jeans are a little loose. i buy them big.  ’
‘  oh, them jeans sound sexy.  ’
‘  everything alright? you wanna hang out more?  ’
‘  you taking care of that tushy for me?  ’
‘  i’m not doing, like, squats or anything. i’m trying to eat less donuts.  ’
‘  you still keeping it tight?  ’
‘  you’re an idiot.  ’
‘  this is a really good example of people who should not be making love.  ’
‘  you don’t understand. i love him so, so, so much.  ’
‘  he’s so hot, i’m gonna die!  ’
‘  he is way too old for you. i live with him. he’s dirty and weird.  ’
‘  it’s not well ventilated in there!  ’
‘  oh yeah, baby, a yard sale! oh, i feel so alive!  ’
‘  ah, i got a charley horse. oh, god.  ’
‘  i’m going to roll in his dirty clothes.  ’
‘  he came over and asked me out and i really can’t go on a date with him right now.  ’
‘  listen to me, alright! listen to me! alright, you little brat! you just need to be quiet!  ’
‘  you just need to be quiet because i need my friend to focus on me right now!  ’
‘  what are you doing? you know how much this means to me.  ’
‘  don’t let your dysfunction rub off on her.  ’
‘  i am going to be a terrible mother!  ’
‘  i’m going to be just like my mother.  ’
‘  you’re gonna be a great mom. you’re gonna be a fashionable mom.  ’
‘  if you do have sex, make sure you always use protection because, even if he says it’s tantric and you know better, you’re just gonna end up pregnant anyways!  ’
‘  what? are you pregnant?  ’
‘  we have to wait for the test results, but i’m late.  ’
‘  you got her pregnant?  ’
‘  okay, i’m not ready to be a godparent. don’t ask.  ’
‘  i’m not ready to be an uncle!  ’
‘  are you sure that you’re okay about this? cause i’m freaking out by the fact that you’re not freaking out.  ’
‘  i’m oddly calm about the whole thing.  ’
‘  maybe this isn’t exactly my five-year plan, but maybe this is fate. maybe i hit the jackpot. maybe this is the universe telling me that i’ll never find someone better than them.  ’
‘  your life’s like gossip girl… only everyone is old and poor.  ’
‘  you’re an amazing person and you’re going to do and be so many things in this life.  ’
‘  maybe you’ll be a mom, and maybe– maybe not. but i will support you no matter what.  ’
‘  congradulations! you’re dating a girl with basic table manners.  ’
‘  i’m so excited to be on this journey with you. i mean, your boobs are gonna be unbelievably enormous.  ’
‘  i hate her.  ’
‘  you don’t hate her. you don’t know her well enough to hate her.  ’
‘  you’re the skank with a skank face.  ’
‘  don’t make me chase you!  ’
‘  she doesn’t even know what netscape is… she thinks of ice cube as mainly an actor.  ’
‘  she fell in love with you for some unknown reason.  ’
‘  i might as well call you bridge to terabithia because you make children cry.  ’
‘  i will not apologize for my powerful sperm!  ’
‘  you, go stall her – try not to get her pregnant!  ’
‘  i know that you think you’re in love with me right now, but i promise you, you’re gonna find someone better.  ’
‘  i can be a bit of an anchor. i’ve been known to drag women down.  ’
‘  honestly, help me. i don’t know what to do.  ’
‘  i haven’t loved somebody the way you loved me in a very long time and i miss that feeling.  ’
‘  that feeling you have is good, it’s just misplaced. it’s better than being numb your whole life. you end up doing such weird things.  ’
‘  you know what? just stay in there. it’s not that great out here. stay in there as long as you can.  ’
‘  i can’t come out. i’m too embarrassed.  ’
‘  we are literally the most embarrassing people on the planet.  ’
‘  you don’t have to be embarrassed around us.  ’
‘  sometimes i talk louder to blind people.  ’
‘  i’ve peed in every pool i’ve been into. every single one.  ’
‘  i originally grew these bangs because i hate my forehead.  ’
‘  i still think it’s funny when a guy puts tennis balls under his shirt and pretends it’s boobs… they look like little boobs.  ’
‘  i do so many stupid things. you don’t even know.  ’
‘  there is a god! i’ve got my period! it’s so amazing!  ’
‘  welcome to our home. would you like a drink?  ’
‘  i’m kind of over you now.  ’
‘  bye! you’re a mess!  ’
‘  i’m not having kids until i’m 80.  ’
‘  now we can just go back to the way things were.  ’
‘  no more stupid mistakes, right?  ’
‘  i never knew that italy was so much more than pizza. it’s so much more!  ’
‘  the reenactment of pompeii really stays with you.  ’