order kitchen

that scene in the emperors new groove where kuzco and yzma are going back and forth through the kitchen door ordering food from kronk while not noticing the other person is the height of comedy and nothing will ever surpass it

modern au revolutionary set headcanons

Alexander Hamilton
• puts his hair up in a messy bun while working and forgets that he stuck his pen in there
• really loves star wars and had a crush on both luke&leia
• once wrote a trashy novel which he doesn’t talk about. EVER.
• is actually very good at cooking but can only rarely be persuaded to do it
• cut his hair bc he knew everyone was going to lose their shit
• really needs glasses but never wears them
• constantly walks into stuff bc of that

Lafayette
• sometimes pretends not to understand english at all to get out of parking tickets or awkward situations
• is actually too smooth to ever get into awkward situations
• has three plants which all have names
• one of them is dead but he refuses to acknowledge it
• he read John the first Harry Potter book because lil Jacky was forbidden from reading them as a child bc religious parents
• he did the voices
• buys homeless people lunch
• actually flosses

Hercules Mulligan
• best dressed at all times
• looks like he will drink you under the table and then beat you up with it but is actually a straight edge vegetarian who gives his tired drunk friends piggyback-rides home from the bar so that they don’t drive
• the dad friend. obviously.
• he plays the guitar but no one knows?
• has never lost a game of mario kart (or so he claims)
• gives the best hugs

John Laurens
• isn’t that into turtles but people still send him pictures and videos of them all the time? (other people have an embarrassing emo-phase that they never get to live down and he…well he had a turtle-phase)
• the worst at cooking
• doesn’t even have a kitchen, only orders in or is given food by concerned friends (hercules)
• likes space - both outer and personal
• only owns two pair of shoes
• is really into video games and claims to have beaten Herc in Mario Kart
• the issue is not settled

Superfamily Thing

Dad and pops were fighting again.


They had been for at least a week now. Peter was used to the occasional blowup for a night, maybe two, before they got all stupidly sappy with one another again.
This was new. Scary.

They avoided each other in the day and screamed at each other in the night when they thought he was asleep. Pops had been sleeping in the spare room for at least six of the seven nights it had been going on for. Dinner time had become a nightmare; Uncle Clint having to swap seats so he was sat in between them and prevent another fight from springing up while they ate.


He didn’t want them to split up. Divorced parents were a pain in the ass, according to the girl who sat next to him in math class. She was always talking about what a hassle it was, moving all her stuff from one house to another every weekend.

And it meant one of them would have to leave. Move out. Get a new life and a new partner and maybe even a new kid-

But Peter really didn’t want to think about that.


Today was the fifth day of Peter coming home to see only one of his parents in the kitchen, where there should usually be two. They tended to hang around, waiting for him in order to ambush him and ask questions about his day. Their latest fad was ‘so how was Wade today?’ or something along those lines, in that stupid sing-song voice that adults always did when they were being dicks.

It had been irritating- but Peter wouldn’t have minded now. If it meant they’d been doing it together, sending stupid smirky grins toward one another or just holding hands at the table rather than looking cold and tired- he wouldn’t have minded at all.


Today it was dad who greeted him. He was sat with a coffee in hand and tablet in the other, idly tapping at the keys and trying to keep his eyes open. Peter knew he hadn’t been sleeping well- it wasn’t exactly hard to tell. And although they never spoke to him about what they did with the avengers, Peter could guess that that had been the trigger for all the stupidity lately. 

He didn’t have to be the genius he was in order to figure that out. Pops hadn’t come back from the mission two Fridays ago; they’d hurried him off to hospital instead. And then three days later, once he’d been given the all-clear, dad had brought him home, where they’d proceeded to have  a huge argument. Right in front of Peter. 

Honestly, he’d just wanted to be able to sit with pops and make sure he was okay- let him stroke his hair and quiet his worries and say how tough he was, that he wouldn’t go down that easy. But instead he’d had to be hurried away by Uncle bruce, who was rolling his eyes and apologizing on behalf of them, saying that he’d be able to talk to his pops soon, but it wasn’t a good time right now.

Peter had scowled, told Uncle Bruce moodily ‘I’m thirteen, not an idiot- I know that’, and then slammed up to his room to wait it out. And, of course, Pops had hobbled up eventually; sitting on the bed with him and assuring him he was okay, he was tough as nails, and he would always, always come home to Peter.


Except he’d been alone. and usually, no matter how mad they were at each other, Pops and Dad had always talked to Peter about this together.

That had been the first warning. From then on, it had seemed things just got progressively worse.


“Hey squirt- how was school?” Dad asked, when Peter dropped his bag and began making his way into the kitchen in order to make himself a bowl of cereal (he was a growing boy, okay, shut up, cereal in the afternoon was perfectly fine, his Uncle Clint did it all the time).

he shrugged. “Eh- it was okay. Boring, as usual; they gave us a test, I aced it, again, as usual,” Peter explained, carefully avoiding the fact that they’d been learning about The Battle of New York in lesson that day. He knew it was a touchy subject for his dad, and he didn’t want to risk upsetting him.

Dad raised an eyebrow, taking a sip from his coffee and watching Peter with a look on his face. Peter just sighed. He knew what was coming.

“So how was Waaade?

He sighed. “Ugh, Wade was fine, he smiled at me while i passed on the corridors today and that was literally all that happened. I honestly don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this, he called me cute once-”

“Once is enough,” his dad shrugged bemusedly, poking Peter in the side as he walked around the table to sit next to him and get to work on his snack. 

“That is not a snack, Peter,” dad said, because unfortunately he was good at reading Peter’s mind like that. “That’s like, a full meal. We’re having dinner in an hour, are you serious-”

“School is hard work,” Peter complained, flopping on to the stool and leaning on his dad’s shoulder theatrically, “It drains me of energy that I need to replenish with Lucky Charms.”

“Natasha will blow her top if she sees you eating that- it’s her turn to cook tonight. And if she chooses to murder you for eating beforehand, then there isn’t much I can do. I know you’re my son, but the whole parent-bond thing only goes so far-”

Peter bumped him on the shoulder and he laughed quietly. It was nice to see the tension ease off his face a little.


Of course, then everything went wrong again.


“Hey Peter, didn’t know you’d be back so ear- oh,” his Pops said, entering the room and faltering when he saw Dad already sat at the table.

There was an awkward pause. Peter guessed they must have got the days wrong for which one of them was going to go and talk to him about his school day. 
That tended to happen when they didn’t actually speak to one another and acted like they were Peter’s Goddamn age.

Pops managed to collect himself, though- walking forward and smiling as he reached out to squeeze Peter’s shoulder, before heading to the cupboards and grabbing a mug. “You had a good day today?”

Peter shrugged, wishing it didn’t feel as tense as it did. Why the hell did parents have to argue anyway? It was stupid. They were being stupid, and Peter just wanted them to kiss and make up already- because that’s what they did, that’s what they always did, right? This wasn’t going to last, it couldn’t- Peter didn’t want to have two homes, he didn’t want Dad to marry someone else or Pops to have different kids-


It was only then that he realised Dad and Pops had moved, resting a hand on each shoulder while he leaned forward on to the table and hid his crumpled face in the crook of his arms.

 “Peter! Hey, baby, what’s happened, did something go down at school-”

“Do we need to go in, because we’ll go in, okay- whatever’s wrong, we’ll sort it out. Are you being bullied?”

“Did someone hurt you?”

“Did you have an argument with your friends?”

“Were y-”

“IT’S YOU TWO!” Peter yelled, jerking upward again and throwing his hands in the air. “God, this is the first time you’ve been this close to each other in ages! I haven’t seen you look each other in the eye when you’re around one another except to argue! Why the hell are you both being so stupid? I don’t…I don’t want you to get divorced! But you will and then you’ll both find stupid new people and have stupid new lives and leave me behind and we won’t be a family any more and I don’t want that so just STOP FIGHTING!”

He didn’t stop to listen to whatever stupid crap they tried to throw at him; instead kicking the chair he was sat on over and storming out of the room angrily, ignoring their calls and running up into his room before they could bother him. 

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The Seven Days of Hell - LWTM #1

Imagine: Living with the Marauders and when that time of the month comes around, no one knows what to do. Well, except Sirius. He has a plan. Plus, this gif of Sirius.

Originally posted by helloimaginesgalore

Sirius walked into the kitchen, clutching a calendar and a cigarette. He was in scarlet and gold pajama pants, a pair of your rainbow colored toe socks, hair tousled and wand tucked behind his ear. Remus sat at the kitchen table, clutching the Daily Prophet and a cup of coffee. James sat in another chair, eyes closed. Peter sat across from him, lazily levitating the pepper shaker into the air and moving it up and down, occasionally sprinkling some in James Potter’s hair. 

“It is the first day of the seven days of hell,” Sirius announced, holding the calendar up and pointing to the date. The block had ‘the flood begins’ in red marker in James’ handwriting inside it. Remus put the paper down and took a sip of his coffee, staring at Sirius with raised eyebrows. James’ eyes shot open. Peter lowered the pepper shaker. Sirius spoke again, “I fear while this day will be full of terrible, treacherous trials, it will not be the worst of them. Tomorrow, I feel, will be the most intense battle of these seven days of dangerous conflicts. Today, we will prepare ourselves secretly, while also making the day more tolerable for our dearest Y/N.” 

“And how to you propose we do that, Pads?” Remus asked. 

“Ah, Moony, my skeptical mate, I have been up all night preparing,” Sirius answered, tapping the calendar with his wand and making it vanish. “In my eight hours of debate with myself on how to go about this correctly, I have decided the best way to accomplish a twelve hour truce with the bleeding, brooding beast is simply breakfast in bed.”

“Well,” James piped up. “I think that’s a great plan, Sirius. But, I must say that the best way to start off this genius plan is not to call Y/N a bleeding, brooding beast.” 

“My apologies, Prongs,” Sirius said with a smug smirk. “A moment of weakness, my friend, a moment of fear. Now, since this is my wonderfully thought out, foolproof, perfect plan, I’ve decided that I’m captain of this operation. So, with that being said - Moony, get on the eggs! Peter, there’s fresh oranges in the cupboard. Make our girl the best glass of O.J. she’ll ever taste! Prongs, the bacon, boy! Get to work!” 

Remus stood up, depositing his coffee cup in the sink, and moving towards the stove, “And just what will you be doing, Padfoot?” 

“What will I be doing?” Sirius asked incredulously. “I, Moony, will be making the most perfectly toasted, precisely buttered toast for our dearest housemate!” 

With this being said and orders being distributed, the kitchen was launched into a chaos of shuffling feet, sizzling grease, and Sirius marching around with his toast, barking orders at everyone. In twenty minutes, Y/N’s breakfast was done and plated wonderfully. Sirius had prepared a cute wooden tray with a sky blue plate filled with eggs, bacon, and toast upon it. On it also sat a glass of orange juice and tucked under the plate was a chocolate frog, courtesy of Remus. Beside her plate was a small bowl of sliced strawberries and a fork wrapped in a napkin. 

Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus all stood huddled around it, contemplating. Peter let out a sigh, “Do you think this is enough? For a truce?” 

“It has to be,” Sirius answered. “Anything else would be far too much of a risk. It wouldn’t be thought through. Not foolproof.” 

With a shaky breath, James hoisted the tray into the air with his wand, “I’ll go first.” 

“Thank you for your sacrifice, James,” Sirius nodded, following him up the stairs. They walked in a straight, tense line. James, then Sirius, Peter behind him, and Remus taking up the rear. They reached the door much faster than any of them would’ve liked. 

“She likes you the best Moony,” Peter hissed. “You knock.” 

“Oh, absolutely not,” Remus replied hastily with a grin. “She definitely fancies James.”

With a small squeak, James raised his hand to the door and knocked thrice. They all stood outside awaiting a response. Seconds later, they received one. A sleepy voice on the inside croaked out, “Come in.” 

Peter pushed open the door and James strutted through, hoisting your food through the door and over to you, allowing it to land gently in your lap. The orange juice barely sloshed. Remus spoke first as Y/N gawked silently at them. He grinned, “This is our offering, O’ Bloody One.” 

Sirius’ eyes went wide and he kicked Remus in the shin. But, you were laughing. The tension in the room fell and the boys all slumped with relief. You smiled down at your breakfast and back up at the Marauders. “You boys are so sweet.” 

“Anything for our girl,” Sirius grinned. 

Silence filled the room like a gas and the boys just stood there, watching you chomp down on bacon. After two pieces, you rolled your eyes, “Well c’mon then, loves. Are we not going to have a lovely breakfast and make fun of the muggle television this morning?” 

With grunts and giggled, the boys all snuggled into your king size bed. James inched in beside you, snaking arm arm around your waist. Sirius plopped a pillow down on your legs, laying horizontally across the bed, head on your legs. Peter filed in on your other side, laying his head on your shoulder. Remus placed himself in the space between James and Sirius, sticking a pillow on James’ stomach and leaning against it, sprawling his legs out across Sirius’ torso. James turned on the TV with a click of a button. 

A blonde newswoman appeared on the screen pointing at what appeared to be a cold front. You grinned to yourself as James pressed a kiss to your cheek and Sirius started giggling about the misspelling of the word front on the screen. 

“What kind of word is ‘fornt’?” he asked, laughing. 

Faking your period had to be one of the best things you’d ever done.

LWTM #2: https://sleekeazyz.tumblr.com/post/161009704193/the-black-cat-flu-lwtm-2
One Of The Boys || Jack Maynard

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

Requests are currently [ OPEN ]

Summary: You meet the boys after a few months of dating Jack and end up getting along like a house on fire. 

Word Count: 971

Dedicated To: One of my absolute favourite buttercream authors @suggxmaynard​ , thank you for inspiring me to start this blog love♡

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Waves (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Summary: Jungkook visits you late at night while you´re working at the café

Genre: Smut, beach sex, childhood friends.

Author´s note: I laughed so hard while writing the first part, but that´s just me, I guess.

Word count: 9.8k

Saturday could be your favorite day of the week if not for the restless hours you stayed at the café, scribbling endless orders in your notepad or washing plates full of sticky and stubborn sauce. It seemed like tourists took interest in traditional places – or maybe it was because the place was by the sea that so many people visited it. The old diner was recognized all over not only for the spicy food or the famous milkshakes but for the forty five years it had been opened.

It was only five months ago, though, that you started your shifts there, looking forward to earning enough money to pay your studies. Often did you feel embarrassed when you told people you had a part time job, most times avoiding the question in hopes of not being judged.  Truth is it was difficult since you went to an expensive college which happened to be near the café, countless students going there for a break or to hang out meeting you in surprise when you took their orders. Your parents had so many debts even after you graduated high school they could barely pay rent, let alone all the costs of sending their daughter to a good university. Money had always been a problem as you grew up, and it was only a matter of luck that you had been gifted a sports scholarship from the swimming team. Still, you had to work to make it to the end of the month.

The owner of the café was an old lady, tanned skin and a couple of wrinkles around her face welcoming you every morning and wishing you a good night after closing up for the day. Two more waiters worked with you, both older than you but friendly enough to spend your breaks with them and have a good chat about politics, life, or whatever was comfortable enough as you munched on your daily cheese sandwiches. Clients were usually nice people, mostly families or young married couples enjoying their honey moons. Sometimes you had trouble if they spoke a different language but, apart from that and the short and itchy uniform you had to wear, there were no complaints important enough to say anything bad about the place.

That Saturday night it was packed, the sunset illuminating the tables with strokes of orange lightning before you decided to turn on the rest of the lights placed all over the walls. Most weekends you had someone coming to sing and put extra effort in the decorations, dim fairy leds and flowers making the establishment look like an oasis in the middle of all the other modern locals around the area.

“Hey, noon´! You still aren´t dressed? Go get your uniform and hurry because they´re eating us alive”

Even if the request was urgent you smiled at your co worker with sufficiency heading to the back room as soon as possible. You had missed the bus and you were almost late to work, getting surprised at the sight of so many people gathered around the entrance waiting to get a free table. You quickly got rid of your sweatpants and t-shirt fumbling with the flimsy fabric of the iconic flowery two pieces you wore during work hours. It took you a while to find the flower clip between all the items in your bag, but when you finally did and vaguely topped your hair  with it you quickly kept everything in your locker, notepad in hand and pen behind your ear as you came out to the main room again. You couldn´t even hear your workmate over the conversations and the music, so you got closer nodding at how many unattended tables needed of your presence, already getting tired just by the sight.

But being used to it, you soon caught a quick pace delivering the food to the clients and notes with new orders to the kitchen, almost three plates in each of your hands as you came and went. At least the temperature was nice, not too hot to bother you as you moved at the speed of lightning. And then, just then, as you shifted between bodies, glasses colliding against each other in celebration and food being chewed, you caught him staring at you.

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Got7 Reaction: You Sleeping W/O A Bra

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“ Hello! Since you guys said you would be taking reactions. coudl I request got7 and bts or which ever one your more comfortable doing, reaction to finding out tehre girlfriend doesn’t sleep with a bra on? Thank you!💜 “

- Anon.  

Jackson

Jackson walks into your bedroom, looking to surprise you while you’re playing on your phone, but he finds you fast asleep, one of your bras sitting on top of your hamper in the corner. He’d raise his eyebrow and smirk, being the cocky dork he is, and sneak up next to you, gently pulling down your covers so that he doesn’t wake you. He strips down into his usual sleeping attire and crawls in next to you, holding you close and chuckling, not thinking much more of it and just glad to have you back in his arms, and drifts off to sleep.

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

Yugyeom

Yugyeom would be in the kitchen at the early morning attempting to cook breakfast for you both as a way to show you he loves you. Not to long after the food starts cooking you would wake up confused, thinking maybe your mother had come to visit, but then remembered that your boyfriend Yugyeom had spent the night, but had insisted he sleep on the couch to give you your privacy since you haven’t been together very long. You, without thinking, walk out into the kitchen in nothing but your tee shirt and shorts, obviously not wearing your bra, and hug Yugyeom from behind. Being the innocent maknae he is, he probably wouldn’t even realize at first that you weren’t wearing one. He’d turn around and kiss your forehead and look down at you, and that’s when realization would hit him and he’d tilt his head and knit his eyebrows in confusion but also starting to blush a bit. That small movement would then cause you to realize and pull away and cross your arms flustered and explain that you had forgotten to put on your bra due to you being tired. He’d just shrug and laugh, calling you cute and return to cooking while you ran back to your room to get properly dressed.

Originally posted by chichangyu

Jaebum

Jaebum would be attempting to make you breakfast in bed for your anniversary. He snuck around your kitchen trying to be as quiet as possible as he attempted to make you pancakes and eggs. After a few minutes he had finally succeeded and decided to look around your kitchen in order to find a few things to better present the dish before pouring you a glass of orange juice and carefully carrying it into your room. Once he got there, he had placed the dish and glass onto your nightstand and decided to wake you up by peppering your face in kisses and humming to you. Once you had finally woke up, giggling at how sweet and cute your boyfriend is, you sat up and pulled the plate onto your lap starting to eat. It’d take a few minutes for Jaebum to actually realize you weren’t wearing a bra due to him being so absorbed in making sure you enjoyed the food. Once he had finally realized though, he’d start turning a soft shade of pink and awkwardly scratch the back of his head and looking around the room now instead of at you. He’d awkwardly sit there in that position, starting to crack bad jokes in order to try and calm himself down and wait for you to finish, and once you had he had said that he would meet you out in the living room once you were ready for your anniversary date while carrying the dishes out into the kitchen so that he could wash them.  

Originally posted by j-miki

Jinyoung

Jinyoung would just be walking into your new shared apartment exhausted from rehearsal. He’d walk into the bedroom and place his bag in the closet, and attempted to quietly look through his dresser for his pajamas so he could go take a shower and change. Once he had found them, he glanced at your sleeping form, not yet noticing due to the way you were positioned and due to the blanket. Roughly 10 minutes later, Jinyoung had snuck back into your room and was getting into bed, careful not to wake you. He had just wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him which caused you to sleepily snuggle into him, and that’s when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. Now, at that moment, he would just freeze in place and probably forget to breath for a few seconds, looking at you completely shook. After a few minutes though, he tried to relax himself and forget about it, hoping to just completely forget and avoid the possible upcoming situation in the morning.

Originally posted by bangedhim

Youngjae

Youngjae would innocently be playing on his computer while sitting on the couch, waiting for you to wake up. He’d be humming to himself absent mindedly when you would walk in and past him, half asleep. He’d finally look up at you once you started making noise in the half kitchen that was situated next to the living room. Being one of the “innocent” ones in the group, like Yugyeom, he wouldn’t notice until to reached up to grab something from a shelf that was barely out of your reach. Youngjae would walk up behind you, blushing like crazy now realizing that you weren’t wearing a bra and grab the item you were reaching for so you could make yourself something to eat. You’d sleepily thank him, not realizing yet yourself, until you notice that your boyfriend keeps glancing at you while giggling and sporting a bright pink face. You chuckled at how cute and innocent he was being and why he was acting like that, but decided to torture him just a little bit longer. as you make your snack, you reach up again for something else on the same shelf, this time going on your toes to reach it, trying not to chuckle since you knew he was shyly watching. You then innocently looked back at him and asked him to get the item for you, which he shyly nodded and got, still trying not to giggle. You watched him grab the object and that’s when you broke into a fit of giggles and laughter which caused him to look at you confused but bursting out into giggles and laughter as well. You then ask him to finish cooking so you can go quickly change.

Originally posted by mjbm

Mark

You’d be napping in your room while Mark comes over to surprise you. You’re mom would answer the door and instantly pull him in for a hug, having missed his presence as well and knowing you’ll feel a lot better now that He’s back. She’d take him into the living room telling him that you should be up in a bit and begins cooking while talking to him. You’d wake up confused as to why there was such a ruckus in the living area and walk in wearing a tee-shirt at boyshort underwear scratching your head confused. You’d look instantly at your mom and ask what was going on not noticing him falling silent once you entered the room. Your mom would just shrug and laugh nodding over towards your boyfriend whos sitting on the couch trying not to laugh at how cute you are. You’d look at him after yawning and stretching, accidentally making it even more obvious you weren’t wearing a bra and make a very oblivious and awkward ‘oh’ sound once you made eye contact. That’s when Mark lost it and bursts into a fit of giggles and got up, hugging you tightly not even caring you weren’t wearing a bra and shuffle backwards, sitting down on the couch and pulling you onto his lap and returning to his conversation with your mom while you snuggled into him and fell back asleep, more comfortable.

Originally posted by kei--imnida

Bambam

You’d be lounging on your bed, watching youtube videos and having a lazy day when all of a sudden your boyfriend, Bambam, called. You groggily answered the phone, laziness and boredom laced in your voice. Upon hearing your tone he’d laugh and tell you he’s on his way with food and then hang up after saying he loves you. You’d roll over on your bed and glance at your dresser debating whether or not to get up and put on a bra before deciding it wasn’t worth it, it wouldn’t be the first time he saw you without a bra and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, so you go back to watching youtube videos and impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to arrive. Minutes later, your boyfriend walks in, announcing his arrival as well as the arrival of take out chinese. You instantly hop up and run to the kitchen holding on to your boobs so that they wouldn’t bounce and cause pain. Bambam would open his arms expecting you to hug him, but instead you go over to the cabinets and pull out a plate and chopsticks, serving yourself. Bambam just laughs and pulls out a plate doing the same before playfully teasing you, saying things like 'Sometimes I swear you only love me for the free food’. You’d giggle and peck him on the lips and wink before going back to your room. He’d just chuckle and follow behind, slapping your ass as he passes you and says something like 'you know, if you wanted me you’d just have to say so instead of parading around in nothing but your t shirt’ and wink.

Originally posted by strxctlygotseven


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Pack Mom pt.2 - Derek Hale x Reader

Originally posted by secretgif-s

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Prompt: Request! – Liam starts getting jealous when Isaac gets more attention than him, soon it becomes a competition between them that you decide to indulge in. (Also inspired by Woman – Honne.)

Warning: None! Just FLUFFFFF!

ENJOY!!

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“Isaac honey can you pass me the butter.” You muttered as you grabbed the bread from the cupboard.

“Okay Mama!” He smiled as he grabbed the butter from the fridge bouncing over to you as you grabbed a knife out the draw.

“Thank you baby.” You smiled at him softly ruffling his hair. You started buttering the bread placing different ingredients on each sandwich. Lydia and Erica had a BLT. Liam, Mason, Cory and Stiles had a PBJ and Derek, Isaac and Jackson all had plain cheese and ham. You had a peanut butter and Nutella fried, kind of like grilled cheese. When you were frying your sandwich you heard yelling start from the front room.

“No fair! It’s my turn!” Liam screeched.

“NO IT’S NOT!” Scott scoffed before you heard more shuffling.

“Ow don’t bite me!” Liam whined making you wince slightly.

“Actually I think it’s my turn.” Derek deadpanned as you heard more movement.

“Listen old man!” Jackson yelled angrily.

You switched off the hob before storming into the living room to see Scott, Liam, Jackson and Derek rolling around on the floor fighting over the Xbox controller. Your hand immediately went to your hips as you waited for them to notice you. Lydia was sat reading but she looked up to acknowledge you before going back to her book.

“DEREK!” You screamed eventually when you realized they weren’t going to notice you.

“Shit!” You heard him muttered before de-tangling himself from the boys.

“Scott get off your brothers!” You snapped as you tapped you bare foot against the floor. Once they were all stood in front of you, head down in an attempt not to test what patience you had left.

“Every time I start making food somehow you always seem to interrupt me by acting like morons!” You huffed angrily.

“The Xbox can go off now. Derek you can come pour me a glass of wine. Lord knows I need it. Scott you can finish the reading you have for school. Jackson how about you study for the maths test coming up. Ask Lydia for help if you need it. Liam you can come sit in the kitchen.” You ordered pointing at each one of them as you snapped your orders, Scott and Jackson groaned but did as they were told. You made you way back to the kitchen Liam following closely behind. You told him to sit at the breakfast bar while you got out the first aid kit. You wiped always the blood noticing the bite mark almost gone completely, which you were thankful for.

“Mama?” Liam murmured softly, a blush on his face.

“What baby?” You said as you threw the used antiseptic wipe in the bin.

“Can I have a hug?” He fiddle with the bottom of his shirt nervously as he waited for your response. You smiled but leaned over to hug him tightly. His head laying against your chest probably able to hear you heart beating. He hugged you back but the moment only lasted a few more seconds because you heard Isaac start talking.

“Mama I’m hungryyy.” He whined, a pout gracing his face. You pulled away from Liam and nodded before you went back to making food.

You glanced at Isaac and Liam as you went to turn the hob back on. You noticed that they were thoroughly glaring at each other which you thought was weird, shaking your head you chose the let it go.

After the pack has finished eating they went back to their houses, except Isaac who went upstairs to study, leaving you alone with Derek. You had college tomorrow but you didn’t feel like staying in your dorm with your overly happy roommate. You cuddled into Derek as he flipped through the films that were on the TV, his pick of film made you laugh. As much as he a Stiles bicker their love for Star Wars was always what had them chatting like they were best friends.

“I think you should move in with me.” Derek spoke after half an hour of silence through the film. You looked up at him shocked by the sudden statement, his eyes still glued on the TV like he felt embarrassed somehow.

“Oh really? Would you like to look at me and ask me instead of telling me?” You snorted, crossing your arms in playful anger.

“Y/N Y/L/N will you move in with me?” He huffed with false confidence as he gazed in your eyes.

“I would love to Derek. Now I need to sleep because I have class at 8. Night Der.” You muttered as you wandered up the stairs. You stopped at Isaac’s room to see him sprawled over his bed with his homework thrown everywhere which made you smile to yourself. You carefully moved the papers to his computer desk and threw his covers over him, brushing his curly hair away from his face. After making sure he was okay, you went to yours and Derek’s shared bedroom getting dressed into one on Derek’s tops before getting into bed.

*****

“Isaac breakfasts ready!” You screamed up the stairs as you checked the time once again. Isaac ran down stairs dressed and ready for school. He kissed your cheek before he sat down next to you digging into his breakfast.

“Thank you Mama.” He said with half of a piece of bacon hanging out his mouth.

“Isaac don’t talk with your mouthful. It’s rude.” You instructed your voice soft yet stern. He nodded and continued chewing his food before you realized it was already 7.30am. You got up and kissed Derek on the cheek, who was sat silently with a coffee in his hand. Isaac followed closely behind hoping into the passenger seat.

“I need to talk to Derek about getting you a car or a bike.” You muttered as the pulled away from the Hale house.

“I don’t need a car mama I’m fine.” Isaac whispered slowly like he was worried about how Derek would react.

“Yes you do and don’t argue with me. Derek will agree too. Everyone else has a way to get around so which would you prefer bike or car?”

“Mama I do-”

“I think a bike since you love riding with Scott.” You interrupted before he could reject the offer again. After that you and Isaac chose to stay quiet for the rest of the time in the car. When you arrived at Beacon Hills High School you got out the car to greet the pack which was making their way over to your car.

“Ma-Y/N shouldn’t you be at college?” Scott voiced as they stopped in front of you.

“I’m going after this. Derek said he would drop him off but it’s on my way so I thought I’d do it today. Plus I have some good news.” You stated before ruffling Liam’s hair which made him preen.

“I’m moving in full time with Derek.” You added after pulling your hand away from Liam.

“That’s awesome!!” Erica screeched making Stiles roll his eyes.

“Right I’ve gotta go. Liam be good everyone else looking after him and make sure you don’t fight. You know it may seem like play fighting to werewolves but to humans it looks brutal and I’m not dealing with another call from Natalie telling me you’ve earned yourself detention for 2 weeks!”

“Yes Mom.” They are voiced sarcastically.

*****

When everyone came over for dinner that night it wasn’t just the pack but also the parents, who had yet to find out about your new name. It happened when you were helping Melissa cook while the Sheriff, Chris and Derek sat around the breakfast bar chatting away.

“JACKSON GIVE IT BACK! MAMA!!!!” Stiles screamed as he chased Jackson into the kitchen. Everyone stopped to stare at you but you paid no mind.

“JACKSON! Put that down before I take away your new phone!” You yelled as you stirred the chicken pieces around the wok.

“What you didn’t buy that though!!” Jackson screamed angrily his foot stomping angrily.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You responded, your tone calm with a sickly sweet smile joining as you turned to look at him.

“I mean! I’m sorry Stiles here’s your comic book and I love you Mama!” He replied in a rushed way that made you smirk.

“That’s what I thought now, boy’s front room I don’t wanna tell you twice.” You added as you watched the boys bicker as they walked into the front room. You turned your attentions to the 3 sets or wide eyes staring at you, realizing what you had done you blushed and picked up your glass of wine.

“I think we should leave the kids here and go into early retirement.” Noah snorted making Derek go deathly pale.

“So your pack mom now?” Chris added nodding in agreement as he did, you nodded before going back to food. Once dinner was ready you all moved to the dining room to sit down but then just like every aspect of your life turned into another argument.

“But you always sit next to Mama I wanna sit next to her today!” Liam whined his bottom lip sticking out slightly.

“No it’s my seat pipsqueak.” Isaac mocked as he made his way to the seat.

“Isaac you can sit next to Melissa.” Your voice made no room for arguments with made everyone stop awkwardly.

“Bu-”

“Isaac.” Was all Derek said as everyone finally started to situate themselves.

During dinner everything was full of chatter and laughs except Isaac who sat there pushing his food around his plate aimlessly. You knew what was happening Isaac had been the baby of the pack for years until Liam came along. You could tell he was jealous and they were competing but you also knew that you loved everyone in this pack equally, well except Peter because he’s a maniac and Derek who is possibly the love of your life.

You knew Isaac felt left out but he had to learn you weren’t just his. After dinner you started cleaning up but Chris and Noah quickly took over saying that you and Melissa should rest, so you did. As soon as you sat down Liam began speaking to you.

“Mama would you like a drink?” He asked hopefully.

“I can rub your feet if you want?” Isaac tried to interrupt.

“I could put on your favorite film if you want.” Liam grit his teeth as he smiled, as if trying to control his anger.

“Boys just sit down.” You groaned before flopping onto Derek’s chest.

That night the entire pack stayed over, the big house full of giggles and teasing but what got you the most was every 5 minutes Liam and Isaac asked if you wanted anything or tried to get your attention. By the time it was midnight you had enough of the bickering so you told everyone to sit down and watch a film or they could go to their own rooms. Thankfully they listened.

“Mama would you like some popcorn?” Liam asked gently as the movie got to about half way through.

“Mama doesn’t like salted popcorn.” Isaac snickered making you pause the film and tell Erica to turn the light on.

“Right I’ve had enough of this competing! I am not a toy that you can fight over nor am I everyone’s favorite lamppost to piss up!” You screamed angrily as you threw the remote controller onto the couch.

“I love you all equally! You are all my baby’s in some way! If you had two babies would you love them differently?” You added, your arms crossing over your chest as you tried to maintain calm.

“No.” Isaac muttered, his cheeks glowing red.

“Well then don’t expect that from me! I love you all the exact same amount!” You huffed before hearing Derek re-enter the living room. Everyone was staring at you with sad eyes but you knew it was because they all felt bad.

After everyone had gone to bed you and Derek made your way up to your bed room changing into one of Derek’s tops before sliding into bed with a sigh. Derek got in without a word kissing you passionately which made you squeak in surprise. One he pulled back he smiled down at you lovingly his thumb tracing circles on your cheeks.

“Thank you for being the best Pack Mom ever.” He whispered gently, his hands making their way into your hair.

That’s night Derek made love to you over and over again his love pouring out over and over until you were overloaded with his feelings.

This man is the love of your life and he gave you everything you ever wanted.

A family.

3

Wife Sets Husband On Fire, Uses ‘Battered Woman’ Defense

Francine Hughes entered the history books in 1977 for being the one of the first women to successfully use a 'battered wife’ defence to met the standard for temporary insanity. On March 9, 1977, the Dansville housewife urged her four children to wait in the car while she sprinkled petrol around her husband’s bed. She then set the house alight, killing James Hughes and burning their house to the ground. She then calmly drove herself to the police station and confessed her crime.

Francine had been married to James 'Mickey’ Hughes since she was sixteen. He regularly beat her, whipped her while she was pregnant, and monitored her movements whenever she left the house. Francine divorced James in 1971 yet continued to live with him out of fear he would hurt their youngest children. After being injured in a car crash, James was often unemployed and always present at the house. He beat Francine over the slightest perceived provocation, such as dinner not being served quick enough, or the kitchen not ordered to his liking. When Francine tried to escape his abuse by enrolling in secretary school, James burnt her schoolbooks and broke the neck of their daughter’s pet cat.

On the day of his murder, Francine had returned home from shopping to find James drunk and irritated. He refused to allow her to cook dinner for the children, and beat her with a can opener whilst threatening to kill her. A neighbour called the police, but they refused to arrest James as they hadn’t seen him beat Francine. After they left James swept the meal Francine prepared onto the floor, and twisted her arm behind her back whilst she cleaned it up. After Francine finished he tipped a rubbish bin over her head and forced her to clean that as well.

Finally James fell asleep in their bedroom, and Francine plotted to quietly escape the house with her children. Eventually she decided it was too risky to escape, and herded her children into the car while she set James on fire.

Francine’s case became a cause célèbre for the women’s right movement, as she was the first wife who claimed male violence had led her to kill. She was examined by over five doctors, who more or less concluded that Francine met the criteria for temporary insanity. Many witnesses backed up her claims of unimaginable abuse lasting years, and her testimony satisfied the court that Francine acted out of sheer desperation and a desire to protect her children. She was found not guilty by reason of insanity, and acquitted of all charges.

  • *Peter, Michelle, and Ned head to Hell's Kitchen in order to capture the Shocker*
  • Ned: Whoa, this is the first time I've ever been here! Pete, you wanna-
  • Peter (angsty): When I was ten, I saw my uncle Ben get gunned down right in front of me. When I became Spider-Man, I tracked the shooter down and beat him to the edge of his life. Before I could deliver the final blow, I could feel his fear of death through my spider-sense. It was the worst experience of my life-
  • Ned: Uh, Peter? You okay?
  • Peter (back to goofy self): Wait, what? Oh snap, sorry about that. Something about this location brings out my inner angsty, morally grey side.
  • MJ (reading her book): It's almost like the tone of the stories told in this area is different from your own.
  • Peter: *looks right at the camera*
Take your bad days with your good

 Requested by @ daisygonzalezmexican :  Hi ☺ Captain Boomerang imagine, after leaving Belle Reve, meets a girl (reader) and after a while he falls in love with her and decides to be a better person for her, she feels the same for him even though he knows who he really is but she does not judge him. Please and thanks ☺😊

 Pairing: Captain Boomerang (George Harkness) X Reader

 Word count: 815


 “Do not move, luv.” A low voice whispers in your hear while pulling you into an alley.

 With your heart pounding against your chest, you try to set free from his hands, but it’s useless. A dozen of police cars passes by, making him hold you tighter.

 “Please, just let me go.” You mutter as the man slowly lets go of you, keeping you close by grabbing your arm.

 “Don’t even try to run. I won’t hurt ya.”

 When you turn around to face him, you gasp. Captain Boomerang is well known in this city and you’ve heard a lot about him in the last few days. He just escaped from Belle Reve. Pushing his chest violently, you struggle to get away from him. Again, it’s useless.

 “Take me to ya place, would you?”

 “What? No!” You take a deep breath, planning to scream, but you feel a cold metal against your throat. “No! Please. I’ll take you there. You can hide for one night and then…”

 “Deal.” He barks, pulling you with him as he leaves the alley, looking around. “Tell me where to go.”


 You sit on your couch, drying your hair and pretending Captain Boomerang isn’t using your shower. He made you close all your windows and lock them. At least he gave you his bloody money to order something to eat. When you hear his footsteps, your heart beat increases. Only God knows what’s going through his head. Boomerang sits by your side, relaxing and focusing on the TV.

 “You’ll be leaving by mor…”

 “Shut up. I’m watching TV.” He gestures to the TV, making you raise your eyebrows.

 “My TV. Now you shut up.”

 You jump when someone knocks, Boomerang giving you an angry look that means you better not try anything. Sighing, you take the pizza and close the door softly. You run to the kitchen in order to take the bigger slice. When you’re about to cut it, Boomerang comes running, wrapping his hand around your waist and you can’t help but burst into laugh.

 “Ya’re ticklish, huh? Now I have somethin’ to use against ya.” He keeps tickling you, forcing you to lay down on the floor. “Will ya share our pizza equally, luv?”

 “Yes! Yes! Stop it! Please!” Yelling at him, you can see that he’s smiling too.

 You suddenly think about how his life has been. Boomerang is a villain and everything, but still, years locked up and being chased like a rat would damage anyone. There’s this feeling in your heart. Something you’ve never felt. What if you could change his life? Make him feel better, happy, even though all this chaos?

 “That’s fine then.” He stops tickling you so you get up, staring into his eyes.

 “You have a beautiful smile.” You whisper, noticing how Boomerang’s eyes are kind. “I like it.”

 “I wanna stay for a while.” His low voice sends shivers down your spine a brings a smile to your lips.

“That’s fine by me.”


 You hear someone downstairs and sit up straight. Boomerang isn’t on his place on your bed.

 After a few weeks, you got used to his presence. And it was good to have a man to fix whatever is broken.

 But this is the worse part of it. You run downstairs, almost tripping on the last step.

 “(Y/N)?” He calls your name, his voice making you jump, both hands covering your mouth.

 “Holy shit, Boomy.” Sighing, you hug his waist as he drops all the three backpacks he was holding. “Where did you go this time?”

 “Sorry, luv.” George lifts you from the ground, his tight grip taking your breath away. “I can’t help it.”

 When George finally told you his real name and told you everything about his story, he also promised to slow down on his villain life. But you never asked for that. On these past months, you slowly fell in love with him. With the man and with the villain.

 “I know. I told you I’d take your bad days with you good. I don’t want you to go back to prison.” Cupping his cheek, you peck his lips. “Just be careful. I don’t give a shit if you like stealing. I… I want you to stay free.”

 “Does that means ya don’t hate me anymore?”

 “No.” You sigh when the police cars pass by your street. “I want to be with you. Being a villain or not.”

 “I think we should move then.”

 “I bet we can with all the money you took.”

 “We move so ya can be my woman.” Pulling you close, he shows you a ring with a big diamond. “I want five kids, at least.”

 “Only five?” You giggle, taking a look at those backpacks he brought home. “Let’s get married. Then we can choose where to go and think about our kid’s names.”

 “Great idea, luv.”

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an-amethyst-moon  asked:

Hi!! uuummm so its my birthday tomorrow :D and im dying to know.. how would the game's characters celebrate the MC's birthday with them??

Asra would take them on a long journey without telling them where they were going (but would keep them entertained with riddles) to a scenic oasis, where he would pretend to drown so MC has to dive into the water and at the bottom is a magic flute that can summon a swarm of bees (their favorite!)

Nadia would throw a tastefully brief festival in their honor. MC would be lavished with pampering (by professional pamperers) from dawn to dusk and when the clock struck midnight, they would be presented with seven bejeweled eagles (one for every day of the week)

Julian would meet them for dinner in a shady tavern, bring them heaping plates of food and offer unsolicited advice for the coming year. About halfway through the meal he would have to scramble out the back door because law enforcement arrived on the scene but he’d put it an order in the kitchen to bring them something for dessert

Lucio would declare the day a holiday and call it Day of the Beloved One of Lucio. They would have to sit uncomfortably still while a master artiste painted their portrait and a mile-long line of peasants laid gifts at their feet. 

Muriel doesn’t celebrate birthdays because time is a human construct

Portia would throw a big loud party with a barbecue   :D

Happy almost birthday!

The Unsinkable Molly Brown

Margaret Tobin was born on July 18, 1867 in Hannibal, Missouri to John and Johanna Tobin; two poor Irish immigrants. Contrary to the myth, she did not survive a flood as an infant not did she have a nanny goat for a wet nurse. Maggie, as she was known back then, was educated by her aunt up to the 8th grade, equivalent to a high school education today. She then began seasonal work in the Garth Tobacco Factory for several years. Pretty soon, Margaret was 18 and had no suitable marriage prospects. In the spring of 1886, she bought a train ticket and moved out to Leadville, Colorado to live with her brother Daniel and hopefully to find a rich miner to marry.

James Joseph Brown

At first sight, Margaret rejected any idea of possibly marrying James Joseph Brown. She had come to Leadville to find a rich husband, and JJ was by no means a millionaire. However, after just a few months of courtship Margaret decided it was better to marry for love rather that money and on September 1, 1886 they were married. Pretty soon they had two children Catherine Ellen “Helen"  and Lawrence Palmer “Larry" Brown.

Family Portrait, taken in Leadville

After marrying JJ, Margaret began lessons with tutors, studying reading and literature as well as piano and singing. The happy family lived comfortably for several years in  Leadville right up until the US government repealed the Sherman Silver Purchase Act, switching from silver backed currency to the gold standard which is still used today. This was really bad news for Leadville, which mainly relied on silver mining. Long story short, JJ discovered gold, became a millionaire and the family moved down to Denver.

The Family Home in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Denver

Now for the good stuff.

One of my personal heros, Margaret was an incredible humanitarian, philanthropist, feminist, and activist.

Some of the incredible things she did include (in no particular order):

  • Organize soup kitchens for poor miners and their families in Leadville, with her two small children in tow no less
  • Helped form the Denver Women’s Party, was involved in Colorado politics, and was part of the women’s suffrage movement at both the state and national levels
  • Was fluent in 5 languages
  • Donated money to the Denver Dumb Friends League (animal shelter, still open today)
  • Organized the Carnival of Nations, a festival in Denver to raise money for the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception. She had booths representing cultures from all over the world, including Native Americans, which was very much frowned upon. She and her husband JJ also donated quite a bit of their own money to the project. Interesting side note: once the Cathedral was completed, Margaret attended every Sunday she was in town. She was known to walk in a few minutes late (you can literally see the cathedral from her house) so everyone would have to turn around to see what she was wearing that day.
  • She worked with Ben Lindsey to create a juvenile court and detention system, similar to the system in place today. Before this, children would be tried as adults and sentenced to adult prisons, or left unpunished entirely because the judges couldn’t bring themselves to send child into such awful conditions. Margaret hosted functions (including an annual function at the Opera) and donated some of her own money to help fund Judge Lindsey’s cause.
  • She ran for state Senate three times

Margaret’s official campaign portrait

  • She attended the Carnegie Institute
  • She organized nurses and supplies in a relief station in France where she herself was an ambulance driver
  • She offered her cottage in Newport, Rhode Island to be used as a hospital
  • She translated books to Braille for soldiers who lost their eyesight due to mustard gas
  • She earned the French Legion of Honor Medal for her efforts during the war (really big deal!!)
  • Yes, she did survive the Titanic. But there is so much more to the story than Hollywood makes it seem. Margaret was on the deck of the Titanic and used her 5 languages to help get people off the ship. There was supposed to be a training drill the morning before it sank, to this day we don’t know why it was cancelled. Margaret is telling the passengers things like “it’s only a drill, you’ll be back soon” knowing this was the best way to save as many people as possible. Many did not want their families to be separated, or they did not believe the ship was actually sinking. You couldn’t tell until it was too late. It is believed that Margaret would have gone down with the ship had she not been forcibly put onto a lifeboat by two crew members. Once her lifeboat reached the water, Margaret took off her many layers of clothing (she dressed like an onion before leaving her room) and distributed them to the other women and children in her life boat. She then instructed the first class women to begin rowing. This was important to a) prevent hypothermia and b) not be sucked into the ocean by the undertow of the ship when it finally did sink. Once their lifeboat was found by the Carpathia, Margaret used her excellent organizing skills to collect and distribute blankets and clothing to the survivors of the Titanic from the passengers of the Carpathia. She also collected money from the first class passengers and survivors to give the the third class immigrants once they reached New York. She had some difficulty convincing them to donate, so she put a list with all the names of the first class people with the amount that they had given (or not) it didn’t take long for the 1st class passengers and survivors to realize they should donate as to not tarnish their name. She raised $10,000 equivalent to about $250,000 (USD) today. When the Titanic Survivor’s Committee was formed, she was of course appointed chairwoman. She attempted to testify in the Senate hearing but was turned away because she was (shocker) a woman. She did however help fight to change Maritime policy to families first (instead of women and children first) and ensure that there will always.be enough lifeboats, life jackets and properly trained crew members to prevent disasters like this in the future.
  • When on vacation in Florida her hotel caught fire, and she helped guide the other people on her floor out the fire escape to safety
  • She sang, yodeled, played the piano and classical guitar
  • She worked as an actress in NYC, living in the Barbizon hotel (men were not allowed past the lobby, this building was symbolic of a cultural shift in the ‘20s). She also taught acting, and had her own studio in the hotel.    

She died in her sleep in 1932 from a stroke brought on by a misdiagnosed brain tumor. She is buried in the Holy Rood Cemetery in New York.

Margaret Brown is so amazing and I can go on about her for days. Forgive my rambling.


Sources: Molly Brown: Unraveling the Myth by Kristen Iversen

Random facts I know (I give tours in her home)

Pictures: Google?

If you have any questions, please ask!

I’m planning on writing about Justina Ford (the first African American female to be a licensed physician in Colorado) next, but if you guys have any suggestions please let me know!

A New Chance

 Requested by anon:  Hi, can you please write imagine about Eric and Y/N? Y/N isn’t your typical Dauntless, she is great fighter and shooter, but she’s super shy. She has older brother, who’s Eric’s best friend. Y/N has a huge crush on Eric who loves to flirt with her and makes her nervous, because he knows about it.

 Pairing: Eric Coulter X Reader

 Word count: 1.105


 “Two options, (Y/N). Come with me and have fun or stay here and do nothing at all.” Kevin sits by your side on the couch, struggling to convince you to go to the Pit. Again.

 “I’ll take option two.” Sighing, you watch your older brother roll his eyes.

 You’re shy. That’s all. Most of the Dauntless like being loud and crazy, but you can’t get used to it. Maybe this is who you are. You rather stay in than go to the Pit and have everyone’s eyes on you just because you’re not dancing.

 “It’s hard to take you out.” Someone knocks and Kevin gets up and heads to the door. “Have you ever tried to make friends?”

 “Hello, Kevin. Trying to take her out again?”

 You feel your body freezing. It’s Eric again. You should try and get over him because he’s being your brother’s best friend since you came here one year ago. But no. Every time he comes here or when you bump into him in the corridors you feel those butterflies in your stomach.

 “Yeah. Guess what? She said no.”

 “I’m sure she’ll say yes if I ask.” Eric’s eyes lay on you as you struggle to take your eyes off him. “Would you, (Y/N)?”

 “No. I said I don’t wanna go and that means I’m not going.” You stand up, heading to the kitchen in order to run away from Eric.

 “I think she likes you.” Kevin whispers but you can hear every word he says.

 “You’re her older brother and you’re not even sure?” Eric giggles and you start feeling sick. How he knows? It’s not like you let him notice. Actually, you do your best to avoid him.

 “Well…” Kevin is thinking. He’s not very smart so sometimes he needs to take a break to put his thoughts in order. “(Y/N)! Come here!”

 Great. You didn’t see that coming. Taking a butter knife, you slowly walk back to the living room.

 “What? I’m going to make me a sandwich.”

 “Eric wants to take a small test. To see if you’re still as good as you were through the initiation.” Kevin playfully punches Eric’s shoulder, and you notice that Eric doesn’t like it a bit. “He’ll take you to the training room so you two can be alone. And take the test, of course.”

 Wide-eyed, you stare at your older brother. You know he’s lying but you just can’t manage to say anything.

 “Let’s go.” You barely hear Eric calling you before walking out. You need Kevin to literally push you out your apartment for you to start following Eric.

 “Look, you don’t have to do this.” Quickening your pace to reach Eric, you swallow your fear. “My brother is an idiot and I bet you have something better to do.”

 “Actually I do.” He keeps walking fast, turning his head a bit to look at you. “And I always wanted to get to know you.”

 “This is going to be a long night.” You mutter to yourself, your heart racing in your chest.

 “I hope so.” You jump when you hear his reply.

 When you get to the training room, it’s all dusty and dark. Nobody cleans it when there’s no initiation. You slowly walk towards the targets, caressing the many holes in it.

 “Let’s fight.” Eric’s calls you, but you barely hear him.

 “I miss it.”

 “You miss what?” He comes closer, checking on the target as well.

 “The feeling that I could be someone else. Someone… new.” Your voice is no mere than a soft whisper, your fingers writing your name on the dusty target.

 “You are someone new.” Eric takes your hand in his and suddenly you’re both writing his name next to yours. “You’re an excellent fighter. You’re brave and I’ve never seen someone hit the targets like you do.”

 “That’s not what my brother thinks.” Slowly you turn to face Eric, his eyes locked on yours. “He wants to throw me to the Pit so he can spend some time alone with his girlfriend but I never go to the Pit and… I’m just a weight on his shoulders and…” You get lost in your words thanks to the pain in your chest.

 “Well, I don’t mind you being shy. Why don’t you ask for an apartment?”

 “Kevin wants me to live with him. He thinks that our parents would want it to be like this.” Rolling your eyes, you stare at your feet. It’s weird, but a good kind of weird. Eric is better than you think.

 “Oh my Gosh, (Y/N) is chatting with you without stuttering. I really… ”Your brother walks in, wide-eyed. “Eric, how did you…?”

 You quickly turn to the door, waving at Kevin with red cheeks.

 “Kevin, I’ll ask for my own apartment.”

 “Why? I mean… It was Eric’s idea, right? I don’t know… Mom and Dad…” He comes close and you can notice that he’s confused.

 “Mom and dad aren’t here.” Eric looks down at you, a small smile on his lips.

 “Yeah…” Kevin spins around awkwardly, looking for the right words. “I hope you have a good… life? Oh my God, (Y/N), I know how our parents felt when we choose Dauntless.”

 “Kevin, I’m probably moving to the next corridor. Don’t freak out.”

 Eric takes my hand, making me forget about my brother. “Would you go out and have dinner with me? I promise we’ll pick an empty table.”

 “Uhm… You wanna go out with me?”

 “Yes. I told you I’ve been trying to get to know you.”

 “Are you for real? I mean… I’m a good fighter but I’m a couch potato.” You have second thoughts. The last thing you want is to disappoint Eric and ruin whatever this is.

 “Don’t worry about this.” Eric ignores you brother and slowly walks you to the cafeteria. “I’ve been trying to get to know you since I laid eyes on you.”

 “Don’t lie.” You mutter, looking at your feet.

 “You look beautiful when you blush.”

 Lifting your head to look into his eyes, you let out a sigh. Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe this is the chance you’ve been trying to get.

 “Thank you.” You whisper, admiring Eric’s wonderful smile.

 “Anytime, (Y/N).”

#3. Standard Velaris Town House Situation On A Domestic Sunday Morning

Cassian: Annoys everyone by waking them up REALLY early. He comes down from the House of Wind, and keeps banging on the townhouse door yelling “Rise and shine, peeps! Holiday is ExtraTraining Day!” and then someone from inside yells loud enough for all of Velaris to hear, “SCREW YOU, CASSIAN” (*cough* Mor *cough*)

Feyre: Wakes up and groggily goes to the foyer to let Cassian in and have words with him. Then goes to the bathroom to get her toothbrush and walks all around the house aimlessly while brushing her teeth.

Rhys: Falls asleep on the toilet with a toothbrush in his mouth. Wakes up half an hour later to Mor banging on the door. “Rhys, if you’re done with whatever you’ve been doing in there for so long, others would like to use the facilities. NOW COME OUT AT ONCE”

Mor: After (finally) shooing Rhys from the bathroom, she emarks on a big personal grooming mission. Shows up for breakfast and literally beats Cassian up. Later decides to go out with Feyre to the Rainbow of Velaris for the perfect chill-out.

Elain: Is super cheerful. Wakes up early for a bout of gardening. Makes pancakes for everyone at breakfast. Scolds Cassian for the commotion he causes. (And Cassian literally looks a bit sad and mumbles “I’m sorry” to everyone at the table.)


Azriel: Shows up punctually for breakfast. Takes one look at all the pissed faces around the table and smacks Cassian on the head lightly saying “I told you so”. For some reason, he’s a bit distracted, and keeps falling asleep at the table. His face almost falls onto the syrupy pancake, and then Feyre and Mor start teasing him about whether he was up all night last night with a secret someone. Azriel merely smirks without an answer and the two start hooting.

Nesta: Is ROYALLY pissed that she was woken up before noon. Hangs up with Mor on the Beat the General Commander Up Mission™. Speaks very little at breakfast, staring angrily at her food and swearing under her breath. Doesn’t even bother to fix her bed hair. Is forced to shower by Feyre and then she later grabs a big fat book, some snacks and retreats to her bedroom and shows up only for meals.

Amren: Is savage and snarky. Makes sarcastic comments at breakfast. Refuses to go to any kind of work. Glares hard enough for Rhys to shut up with his ordering. Ventures into the kitchen to steal some food for herself and then: “Feyre, Rhys and Mor have stolen all the cake again!” “What!?? No, we didn’t!” “Tell that to the High Lady” *smirk smirk*

Lucien: Is still baffled by how informal the Inner Circle is. Mor sends him to run errands i.e. get more cake, as Amren whisked off all of it. Puzzled, he obliges. Spends the rest of the jobless. Decides to just grab a book from the House of Wind Library and spend the day reading as Mor, Cassian and Azriel are already out who-knows-where, he has a slight suspicion that Feysand have gone to the popular “cabin” in the mountains and Nesta and Elain and Amren don’t want to be disturbed.

And this happens literally EVERY Sunday.

(PS: Please let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming Standard Velaris Town House Situation posts. Thank you!)
The Proposal part 2 |M|

Jimin inviting you to a party leads to interesting things.

Originally posted by delightfullyfree95

word count: 6.9k

tags: smut, fluff if you squint your eyes really hard

God, he is so hot. You sighed as you leaned in on the desk, your eyes fixated on the man that was speaking to one of his friends. Everything about him was just… godly. His tall, toned build. The way his eyes curled when he smiled and the deep dimples that made themselves present whenever his toothy grin stretched across his face. He was sporting a simple hoodie and a beanie today with ripped jeans and you never thought an outfit could look so good on someone. It wasn’t just his looks. He was smart–top of his class and never got less than the highest score on exams. He was just the whole package.

You straightened up and fixed our posture when you saw him walking over to you, his toothy smile still present.

“Y/N!” He called out to you and you waved back with an awkward smile. Hearing your name come out of his mouth was like hearing church bells ring and made your heart flutter.

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On my way from work I ran into a busker, which isn’t an uncommon sight in my town. The town is a magnet for these types of artistic vagrants for reasons that are a mystery for me, but this guy was notably talented. He was a very large, very round man who played the accordion like an absolute pro, and though the accordion is far from a favorite instrument of mine - it doesn’t even rank in the top 50 - I had to pay him for his efforts. He had no hat, box, bucket or other object in which to drop my money, so I attempted to pay him directly and he held out his hand to stop me. He opened a slit on the side of his accordion revealing USB slots and told me to connect my phone to his accordion.

When I did, my phone automatically downloaded an app that was like Uber for buskers. It had listed the entire history of this particular busker, from even before it was possible for the app to exist, with recordings off all his performances and the ability to rate him on a scale of 1 to 5. Since I was impressed by his performance, and perhaps just a bit in awe of being introduced to this new app, I rated him 5 stars and he seemed quite pleased. I thanked and complimented him before continuing on my way, and that’s when I noticed that every busker on the street had been making use of this app. It seemed that many people weren’t even paying attention these buskers, but a group of dark suited men would patronize each, plugging their phones into multiple USB ports on the instruments and rating each busker before moving in a group in order to rate the next busker.

That night I had horrible nightmares. They were abstract and seemed to morph at random. The images in them were vivid and visceral, yet I couldn’t describe them to you now as their coherence hinged on dream logic. However, one dream managed to form itself into something of a intelligible moment. I was in the class of my home room teacher from elementary school. I was there to make up for tests that I had failed as a child. My teacher was there, sitting behind her desk, though she was obscured by shadows and all I could make out were her eyes behind her glasses. They were moist and shined faintly in obscure light. When she blinked, they became like fleshy holes and I could see to the back of her brain, where things, like spiders or living threads, were wiggling and moving around at extreme speeds. Each time she blinked, she would grow larger and my desk smaller. I was anxious because I knew my growing teacher’s eyes would eventually envelope the room before I could finish my tests, which were simple, but made difficult to complete because of the increasingly tiny size of my desk.

It eventually came to be that I was inside of my teacher’s mind and everything was pink and red. Those spider-like threads would run up my arms and my desk and pencil were lost, though I still gripped my tests in hand. I woke up itchy and in a cold sweat. I couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. I turned on my laptop and found that the internet was out, at least temporarily, so there was nothing I could do to hold me over until morning. I just lied in bed waiting for daylight. After some hours of staring at my ceiling from my bed, I became hungry and decided to head down to the kitchen in order to make a snack.

There was nothing but bread and butter, and all the butter knives were dirty, so I just ate plain white bread. Sitting at my kitchen table and staring out in the dark of the night through the window, I could see that the group of dark suited men were still rating buskers, the same buskers from earlier, who performed the same routines without fail.

Young Justice Batmom: Part 2

Prompt: Batmom in the young Justice universe

words: 393

AN: I love diving into this universe. This first part is a little short, but the next parts will be longer. Thanks to my wonderful Beta’s who are plowing through my stories! 

Part 1,


          You can’t help but stare in amazement. You’ll admit it, you’re freaking out just a tiny bit. You turn to Bruce, because you just can’t think of your husband as Batman. Even with the cowl, yhe cape, and the armor, “Okay this place is amazing. It needs some work, but it’s amazing.”

          Dick comes flipping by a moment later, “What are you talking about Mom? This place is great. There’s a ton of room, and have you seen this computer system?”

          You smile, “Yes, it is amazing. But it just needs a few homey touches, especially if people are going to be living here.”

          Dick grins, and you wish you could see his eyes, “You planning on booting me out?”

          You pull him in for a hug, noting how much he’s grown in the past few years. He’s short for his age group, but he’s not that skinny little kid anymore. It makes you just the tiniest bit sad, your little boy is growing up.

          He hugs you back, squeezing extra tight, and as always you wait for him to let go first. Then he’s cartwheeled out of the room a second later. You turn to Bruce and say, “That kid has entirely too much energy. We’ve got to cut out the sugar cereal or something.”

          Bruce’s arms surround you from behind, and his voice takes on its normal tone, “Alfred only lets him have sugar once in a blue moon.”

          Your hands cover his, “You’re right. It must be those chocolate bars you slip him when Alfred isn’t looking.”

          Bruce just chuckles before kissing your cheek, “Have I mentioned how nice you look in your mask?”

          You turn to face him, “Not yet,” You kiss him.

          “Well, you look amazing. It’s very Batmom.”

          “Well that’s what I was going for with the jeans, and the sweater, and the boots, and of course the mask.”

          He kisses you one more time, before pulling back and putting some distance between you. A moment later the loud speaker comes on and announces J’onn, Ollie, Arthur, and Barry. You greet each of them with a smile, and a hug. The leaguers had long become regular house guests at the manor.

          “Alright, where are the kids? Where’d you hide them?”

          Barry just laughs as he picks you up and spins you around with a wink. You can almost feel Bruce’s glare at the man, “They’re just behind us, J’onn is keying them in now.”

          You can’t seem to wipe the smile off of your face, “Good to know. I can’t wait to meet them.”

          “Let’s see if you’re saying that after the first week,” Ollie teases.

          You ignore the comment, “Any word from Roy?”

          The look in his eyes tells you everything, you just give him a sad smile, and say, “He’ll come around eventually. It’s just growing pains right now. He needs a little independence. It happens with all teenagers.”

          Ollie just nods as the computer announces the arrival of the kids. You bring two fingers to your mouth and let out a shrill whistle, and a moment later Dick comes running in. He skids to a halt right in front of the Zeta tube.

          You smile as you watch him interact with the team. He’s never been all that great at making friends with the kids at his school. They simply come from two different worlds, so it’s nice to see him joking around with kids his own age.

          When Superboy and M’gann come into the room, you quietly slip out of the room as Bruce begins the informational session. You begged him to not be too harsh. You make yourself at home in the kitchen. You’d ordered a ton of materials and cooking utensils. You do your best to start organizing things.

          You keep yourself busy until the gaggle of kids comes in. You laugh to yourself as Wally and Dick fight for M’gann’s attention. They don’t seem to notice you until you purposefully drop a pan. The kids all jump as they turn to face you, and you just smile. “So what’re you kids up to?”

          Wally’s eyes brighten as they land on you “Aunt …” He stops just short of saying your name and turns to Dick for help.

          Dick just grins, “Guys, this is my mom. Codename Batmom.”

          As you expected, Wally bursts into laughter “Please tell me the big bad bat thought of that.”

          One hand goes to your hip, as you do your best to harden your expression “No, Wallace West, I did. You know how the big bad bat feels about secret identities.”

          He sobers up at that statement “Sorry Aunt Batmom, please don’t take away the sugar cookies.”

          “Sugar Cookies?” Kaldur asks

          Dick cuts in before Wally can “Mom loves to bake. She can’t cook to save her life, but she sure can bake.”

          “Her sugar cookies are the best.” Wally add

          Dick just shrugs “I like her double chocolate chip chunk cookies the best. But she has tons of different recipes and she’s always trying new recipes. And if you do your homework, and keep your grades up, she’ll let you lick the bowl.”

          You ruffle Dick’s hair. “Speaking of which don’t you have an Algebra test on Friday.”

          “I got it covered mom.”

          “I know. So, what are you kids up to?”

          “I was going to show everyone the bio ship.”

          You face J’onn’s niece. “You must be M’gann. It’s so nice to meet you.”

          “Nice to meet you too.”

          Then you turn to Kaldur, “You must be Kaldur. Robin’s told me a lot about you. And you must be Superboy.”

          Kaldur greets you with the same reserved emotion his mentor had, and Superboy just nods. You can’t help but smile as they walk away, chatting, and laughing.

          About an hour later, a hand slides across your hip. Smiling you turn to face Bruce. “You’re not wearing your cowl; doesn’t that go against the batcode? Do I have to write you a citation?”

          He smiles “All of the cameras have been turned off.”

          Your arms slip around his neck, as his wrap around your waist, and you kiss him “Well as long as we’re protected.” The kiss is interrupted a moment later by a loud alarm, and then Bruce is pulling away, and pulling his cowl back over his head, before he breaks into a sprint. You’re rushing after him not even a second later.

          The two of you stop in the main cavern, where a screen shows all of the kids versus a robotic suit. “Bruce, what’s going on?”

          “They took the ship out, and Red Tornado picked up a tripped alarm and sent the team after it. They’re not faring too well. I’ll …”

          You place a hand on his arm, stopping him mid-sentence “How much danger are they in?”

          Bruce hesitates for a moment before saying, “The danger level is low, and Tornado is nearby.”

          You smile and say, “And they’ll have more dangerous missions than this one I’m guessing?” After a second he nods, “Then give them a chance, Bruce. You said it yourself, they have to learn to work as a team.”

          Bruce relaxes into your touch, before saying, “I’m not there if something goes wrong.”

          You go up on your toes to kiss his cheek, “You can’t always be there when something goes wrong. It’s better to let them get their feet wet when the situation isn’t dire.”

          There’s a moment of silence before Bruce asks, “How in the world are you staying so calm right now? Whenever Dick comes home with a scratch you threaten to make me sleep on the couch.”

          You cuddle into his embrace, “I just realized that Dick is growing up. He’s not eight anymore. I have to let him grow up, and in the meantime I will put all my fear and worry into my baking. Any special requests?”

          Bruce just smiles, “Peanut butter, please.”

          You kiss him one more time, “You got it Batman. I’ll even save a beater for you to lick later.”

          He just smiles and says, “Sounds good, I’ll let you know when everything is done.”

          You thank him and make your way back to the kitchen. You start in on three different batches of cookies. You’ve just put them into the oven when Bruce lets you know that all the kids are okay, and that he’s heading back to Gotham for the night. You send him on his way with a peanut butter cookie beater.

          The kids storm the kitchen just as you’re pulling the cookies out of the oven. You set the cookies down on the table and listen as they chat about the mission. After they’ve cleared out the cookies, you set down the batter covered bowls. It’s as you’re rinsing the bowls and putting them in the dishwasher that M’gann approaches you, “Those cookies were amazing.”

          You can’t help but smile, “Thank you. I’m glad you liked them,” There’s a moment of silence, before you ask, “Would you like me to show you how to make them?”

          When her eyes light up you know that you’ve made the right choice in offering, “Really? That would be amazing! Are you sure you have the time?”

          When she starts to float, you know that even if you didn’t have the time, you would have made the time, “I have more than enough time. How’s Wednesday sound?”

          “That sounds perfect! Anytime is fine too! I have nothing going on.”

          “It’ll have to be around four, is that okay?”

          Her squeal of excitement lets you know that it’s perfect, and you leave the room when you’re done, allowing the kids their privacy. You wait for Dick in the lounge area. When he comes through, by himself, you smile, “All done for the day?”

          He just smiles and sits down next to you, “Yeah, we’re done for the day. Thanks for the cookies by the way.”

          You wrap an arm around his shoulders and give a squeeze, “I was happy to do it.”

          “M’gann is really excited about the whole baking thing too.”

          You laugh, “Yeah, I could tell,” There’s a moment of silence before you say, “I also noticed how your cheeks got just this hint of red whenever she talked to you.”

          “MOOOOOOOM!”

          You just laugh and say, “Come on Boy Wonder, let’s go home. Agent A will have dinner on the table soon, and then there’s patrol tonight.”

          Dick bounces off the seat and begins running towards the zeta tube, “Well then, let’s go. It’s Tuesday, that means a steak.”

          You just follow behind, a smile on your face.