personal errands


Still at page 11/29 (I added one page) after 2 days ORZ.

Sometimes I feel like tossing this comic aside but I made a promise to myself to make as many shippy and weird content as possible this year~

Please fire me. My boss sends me out for his personal errands such as laundry, shopping, and even taking his kids to soccer games. When I try to quit, he just says “Why aren’t you working? Get back to work.” Then shoves me out of his office.

The Journal Keeper

Originally posted by little--batman

Summary: Bucky keeps a journal of his deepest thoughts. What happens when you find it and read it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1,197

Warnings: F L U F F

A/N: Hey y’all! This is the first thing that I’ve written in a while that I felt that was good enough to share. I hope you guys like it! If you do, give it a like and you feel obligated a reblog would also be appreciated! Tagging is at the bottom.

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Strategy isn't Cheating

Words: 1.2k

Summary: You’re bored and get Castiel to play a video game with you.

Warnings: Trash level cheesy fluff. Consult your dentist after reading.

A/N: Based on a request from a shy anon about the reader teaching Cas how to play video games. I hope it’s to your liking, Nonnie. As always feedback is like crack to me, so don’t hold back; and feel free to shoot me an ask or DM if you’d like to be on my master tag list.


It was a rare, quiet day in the world; no monsters or apocalypses to deal with. It was the perfect day to relax and pretend to be normal. Well, as normal of a day as a hunter with a crush on an angel could be.

“Caaaaaas!” You prayed out loud in a sing-song voice. “The world isn’t ending at the moment, but I’m having a crisis so I need you to come help me.”

A minute later you heard steady footsteps approaching your room. “Y/N, I am literally down the hall. I could hear your prayer and your physical voice. What’s the problem.”

“Oooh!” you giggled. “Was I in stereo or surround sound? Or was there an echo?”

He cocked his head and squinted at you trying to comprehend your questions. Before he could verbalized his confusion you playfully pushed on his shoulder. “I’m just messing with you, Cas.”

“Ah, yes; I see.” He smiled softly at the large grin plastered across your face. “What did you need my assistance for?”

“I’m bored and wanted some company.“You plopped down on the edge of your bed with a huff. "Lets play a game!”


Castiel had played a few games in his long life, but none of them were like the one you proposed. “This is much more violent than I would expect a game to be.”

You always found his confusion toward, what you felt to be, normal human things quite endearing. “Yeah, well it is called Mortal Kombat; violence is kind of in the name.”

He sighed, still trying to process the game. “I also don’t understand the ‘mortal’ concept; this game appears to be full of supernatural beings.”

You laughed heartily at his observations. “Cas, don’t worry about the title. Just pick a character and I’ll take it easy on you for a few rounds so you can figure it out.”

He made his selection and only took a minute to figure out the general mechanics of the game. You, however, failed to mention the concept of combinations and special moves.

“How do you keep doing that?” Castiel asked, starting to get aggravated. “Mine doesn’t do anything like that.”

“Each character has their own set of special moves.” You said with a sly smile. “You just have to figure them out.”


As time moved on, Castiel was becoming less and less amused with constantly losing the game. It was funny at first, but you didn’t want to rub it in for too long. “Alright Cas, we could both use a break for a bit. I don’t want you snapping the controller in half.”

He sighed. “I’m afraid you are much better at this game than I am.”

You smiled softly at his admission. “Hey, had that been real combat you would have had me pinned in a second; even without using your mojo. I think that’s more important than being good at a silly video game anyways.”

The smile had returned to his face as he thought about how you always seemed to go out of your way to make someone feel better. Sure, you had your moments where you’d get in a light hearted, verbal jab or prank; but ultimately you were very kind and he adored that about you.

You stood up and stretched. “I’m gonna go scrounge up the junk food that Dean hides in his room and we can watch a movie or something.”

You returned to your room with an armful of snacks and a piece of red licorice hanging from your mouth. “What’re we watching, Cas?”

He smiled almost wickedly at you. “I think I would like a rematch.”

You cocked your eyebrow at him. “Think you can take down the champ after the ass-whooping I just gave you?”

“I think I can.” He stated bluntly. “In fact, why don’t we, as Dean would say, make things interesting.”

That certainly piqued your interest. “You want to make a wager, Castiel? Obviously money doesn’t mean much to you; what could you possibly want to wager?”

“You have to whatever I ask for a day.” He smiled brightly, seeming overly confident in his suggestion. “Within reason, of course.”

“Ahh, I see.” You stated knowingly as you sat next to him. “Slave for a day. Dean loves that one.”

His expression dropped slightly. “I wouldn’t say slave, you can say no if you find any request too extreme.”

You smiled wickedly at him. “Alright. Deal. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have my own, personal, angelic errand boy.”

The soft smile remained on his face as he turned back toward the tv; controller in hand. “We’ll see about that.”


“What the fuck? You’ve gotta be cheating!” You yelled in frustration.

When he won the first round you assumed it was luck. When he kept getting flawless fatalities, you got concerned. After winning the third and final round, he turned and smiled at you. “It appears I won the bet.”

“Yeah, yeah.” you grumbled. “It doesn’t really count when you’re a cheater. I don’t know how you did it, but you pulled some angel mojo or something.”

“I merely figured out a winning strategy and applied it accurately. The internet is quite the resource for finding the necessary sequence of moves to acquire a win.” His voice was flat and unaffected by your accusations. “As for our wager, would you like to start now or tomorrow morning?”

“Ugh!” You groaned as you flopped back on to the couch. “Might as well start now. What do you want me to do first, wash your truck for you?”

He chuckled and shifted closer to you. “No, nothing like that. I’d like you to join me for dinner tonight.”

Your eyes shot to his as you sat up. “What?! Cas you don’t even eat.”

“No, but you do.” He said softly and placed his hand gently on yours. “I’m also told that dinner activity for a date.”

“You… want to go on a date with me?” Your voice was a little shaky from nerves and the suddenness of his question.

Castiel misunderstood your nervousness as hesitation and discomfort. Pulling his hand away from yours, he tried to reassure you. “I said you had the option to say no if the request was too uncomfortable. You don’t have to go to dinner with me if your don’t wish to.”

“No!” you said a little too loudly as you noticed his sad expression. “I mean, yes. I was just thrown off by it, Cas. I never thought you’d be interested in me.

He frowned at you. "Why wouldn’t I be? You’re one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. You’re also quite beautiful.”

You blushed and looked away from his sparkling blue eyes; afraid you might die from over-swooning. “You’re very sweet, Cas. Thank you.”

He smiled warmly and dipped his head down so he could barely see your face. “So, is that a yes?”

The wide smile returned to your face as your eyes met his again. “Yes, Cas, I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

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He laid on his bed with his feet dangling off, whining about his boredom. The boys had all left the dorm to run their personal errands and none of them had bothered to ask if he could tag along. Jungkook grumbled to himself as he threw his phone to the side. Then, like a sign from God, the sunlight shone through a gap from his curtain and fell on his camera that he had hurriedly chuck away in a corner.

Jungkook shot right up, remembering the untouched photos he had taken during their date. They had hiked up a trail to a magnificent hidden waterfall that was as high as a 7-story building. Jungkook eagerly inserted the camera’s memory card into his laptop, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. He knew the photos he took was going to come out amazing. But nothing prepared him for her beauty.

He felt like the wind was knocked out of his lungs as his gaze fell on the first picture of her. She was beautiful, gorgeous and a piece of work. Every picture he took of her showed different features of her that he came to love. Her slim nose, her almond eyes, her full cheeks.

“Shit,” he gasps as he realised, he might have just fallen in love with her.

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Ok, so @magicaldestiny was SO KIND to let me off the hook for her birthday fic while I was drowning in Spacedogs stories. So I would like to thank her for that and say….LOOK! I remembered to do the thing, months later. Please forgive the lateness - as well as how incredibly sappy this is m’dear. 

         Will pulled the blanket around him, trying to control the shivers that wracked his body.  This was worse than the cliff - worse than the sound of his skull rattling as Jack screamed for Hannibal to stop the saw. Will let himself loll to the side, head thumping weakly on the arm of the sofa. Through half-closed eyes, Will saw calf-leather loafers shuffling toward him.

         “If you were planning to kill me again, now would be a great time,” Will moaned, letting his eyes fall closed. He heard the clink of a tray as it settled on the coffee table before he felt himself being pulled upright and settled against a warm, solid mass.

         “I wouldn’t dream of killing you,” Hannibal murmured in Will’s ear, offering him a steaming cup of tea. “Unless you wipe your nose on my hand loomed throw again.”

         “I apologized for that.” The tea smelled of ginger, Will gulped it down.

         “Hmmm, and yet the stain remains.”

         “You know you actually gutted me, right? Like, my actual innards spilled out.”

         “I regret that more than you’ll ever know.” Hannibal sighed, pressing a kiss behind Will’s ear. “I’m sure the floors had to be refinished. They were original to the house.”

         “If I wasn’t three seconds from dying, I’d smack you.”

         “Don’t be ridiculous, Will. You’ve got hours before dehydration would even seriously threaten you.” Hannibal held up a bowl of soup and made Will swallow a few spoonfuls. “There, I’ve just bought you another half hour, at least.”

         “Did Hopkins ever talk to you about bedside manor?”

         Hannibal smirked. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

         Will sneered. “Sex puns? When I’m too weak to defend myself? Have you no mercy?”

         “None.”  Hannibal fed Will a few more swallows of soup before setting the bowl on the table. “Now, how shall we wait out this illness? I could read to you? Perhaps play something?”

         Will opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. Hannibal frowned.


         “You won’t want to do it.”

         “I would have thought after the incident in Pallentine Chapel, you’d know there is very little I’m not willing to do to and for you.”

         “For the last time, if I had known that goddamn nun was watching us, I wouldn’t have-”

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Smooth Operator (Min Yoongi)

Originally posted by fullfangirling27


“This food is really good! It’s not as good as mine but it comes very close.”

Word Count: 1,174

Request: Hi can I please have a scenario where the reader is really chill and cool with everything but seems like she doesn’t care sometimes until her boyfriend (Min Yoongi and or/ Mark) figures out that she actually works really hard to ensure that everyone around her is happy (like secretly she makes sure that everything runs smoothly for the people around her). Thanks if you write this!!! I like your writing alot 😊😊😊


This was a good prompt, thank you for being so sweet! I hope you like it!

“So I have to make sure the entire party goes smoothly, make dinner for Yoongi tonight, pick up Jennie’s cat, feed Hoseok’s dog and-“ You muttered to yourself before you heard Your phone ringing, the sudden noise slightly startling you. You picked up the phone upon seeing that the caller ID identified the caller as Yoongi.

“Hey Y/N.”
“Hi Yoongi, how are you.”
“I’m good I’ll just be out maybe another hour or two. Do you want any coffee.”
“No, it’s okay I’m fine. Thank you though.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Want me to pick up dinner.”
“No, it’s alright I’ll order something.”
“Alright, bye I love you.”
“I love you too, bye.”

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1210 // Running errands

• Woke up and went out today early to run errands. Had to renew my license because it’s going to expire on my birthday.

• And have to do another profile shoot for this event in Manila this July 30.

• Need to process the Affidavit of Accident to pass at the insurance company this week so Blaze can be fix while i’m gone and in Manila. But i’m time constraint because later at 3am we have to start our Northern tour and travel to Agusan then Surigao after. Probably going to spend my birthday at Siargao, with the whole team. As per my mentor’s advise (the ex-boyfriend) and i think it’ll be fun. Will have to do another post celeb with fam and friends na lang once the tour is over. OMG ang gastos mabuhay sa mundo. Hahahaha.

• Have to go to the designers store also this afternoon to have my dress design ready before our flight to Manila.

• Will do another video and photo shoot for a Mindanao promotional event (business related) probably during or after the tour. Ang hectic te, iniisip ko pa lang napapagod na ako.

And guiseee, can you please help me contact someone who might know a condo or place we could rent on July 29 until July 31? Please let me know. I haven’t found a place to stay pa. And also, a car to rent on my way to Baguio and hotel to stay while i’m there. Ughhh please help me fix my itinerary? Hahahaha. Or else i might just dump my escapade plans and will go home to Davao instead. Pero uyy @chescarriffic ane ne? Sama ka ba sakin sa Baguio?

Its a new year!

Here are some excerpts from my Law of Attraction Planner I thought people would find helpful to copy down and fill out. I would do this every year, as you, your situation, and your goals change.


1. What do I want to experience in life if time and money were not an issue?

2. How do I want to grow?

3. What do I want to contribute to this world?

4. Who am I? Why am I here?

5. Where am I going? How do I want to be remembered when I am gone?

6. If I achieve all of my life’s goals, how would I feel? How can I feel that along this way?

7. What is most important in my life? What do I value the most? What am I most passionate about? 

8. What brings me the most joy & sense of peace in my life?

9. What does a successful life look like for me?

10. What do others admire in me? What unique gift do I want to share with the world?

11. What are my top 10 achievements in life?


1. Choose 50 goals to achieve in all areas of your life.

2. Choose 5 top goals to achieve this year, next year, until you have 5 years of 5 goals/year. Set rewards for each goal. 

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Unintentional Discovery

Can also be found on AO3 and, also under the cut…

Authors Note: This is my sixth prompt for the Olicity Hiatus-Fic-A-Thon organised by @thebookjumper This is my one-shot version. Now a few words, as with these versions they are SMUTTY, they are NSFW!!! This one I oddly had a lot of fun with :P so I hope you enjoy it too! 

Summary: Oliver Queen, CEO realises how much he needs his EA, Felicity Smoak in his life after one crazy moment. 

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Solangelo Pirate!AU

Here’s the fic requested by @idontwhisper! Hope you like it~

I had to spilt it into two parts because it turned out too long and I may or may not have added some unnecessary subplots which gave me ideas for a full story, so yeah…

Warnings: mentions of murder and some swearing


Summary: Nico, a servant working in close quarters with the Royal family, just happened to be kidnapped by pirates for information. He just didn’t expect the captain to be that nice merchant he met the other day.


Pirate!AU, Solangelo!

Despite his stagnant position in life, Nico felt like his luck was finally starting to turn around.

It wasn’t exactly fun being a Royal Servant. Of course, being a servant who came to the royal family’s quarters on a daily basis, ran personal errands for them, and passed messages throughout the palace halls was a job that seemed high-ranking enough for one—and it was. Only, Nico wasn’t exactly contented with the whole ordeal.

He had money in his pockets and a place to stay; a simple goal for an average person in his time. Yet Nico had the constant feeling that he wasn’t living life to its potential, that he could have been doing so much in his time but he simply wasn’t.

Well, there never really seemed much to do.

His world was small, really. The kingdom may have been considered large, but with all the constant errands he ran he’d mapped every street and alleyway in his mind. Of course he could opt to leave the kingdom, travel to another town, but he knew from experience that other cities held nothing.

He’d been from another city after all. He’d hopped from town to town before finally arriving and settling down here. Same old, same old, everywhere he went.

So maybe that was the reason he’d go into town whenever he could. He’d walk through the streets, the plaza, the markets…

He liked the markets.

Well, he never really bought anything, but it was amusing to watch the little wooden toys and contraptions, sly merchants conning their way to their customers’ pockets, and the occasional festival and fights breaking out.

Nico himself stood out of the way. He didn’t particularly enjoy interacting with people, and making new friends seemed too much of a hassle as it was unnecessary. Constantly Nico’s thoughts as he walked through the marketplace, despite all the unwanted advertising-attention he got from all the merchants. After all, he wasn’t the only one getting unwanted attention. Catcalling was common in this particular district.

“Hey there, sweetheart! A beauty like you should get one of these fancy hats!”

Oh, now that was just rude.

Nico turned to the voice to see what poor young lady had caught whatever salesman’s eye, when he found an unruly, sunburnt man with choppy brown hair staring directly at him, crooked-tooth mouth parted in an appreciative smile.

The man’s stall was filled with a variant of cheap-looking hats and dresses—a huge mass of worn and vibrant fabric all mixed together in one whirlwind of clothing hanging from the stall’s hooks and lying in piles.

No, this was simply not going to do.

“Sorry, I don’t wear clothes pulled from a dead corpse,” Nico hissed and stalked away, only to be stopped by a hand around his wrist.

“Hey now, no need to be rude,” The man grinned, his face dangerously coming closer.

Now, Nico knew exactly how to defend himself—he wasn’t some weak sapling. In fact, his right fist was already wound up for a hit. So you can see why he took being ‘saved’ as an offense.

A hand slammed into the side of the unruly man’s face, who was now being pushed against his own stall’s counter screaming apologies. Said hand belonged to another young man, Nico guessed he was a year or two older than him. He had perfectly sun-kissed skin, bright blue eyes, a fluff of golden hair and a spray of freckles over his cheeks and nose. He was grinning ear-to-ear down at Nico, standing back straight and chest puffed out.

The latter, however, gave a disappointed, unimpressed stare.

“I suppose you expect a ‘thank you’?” Nico crossed his arms. The golden-haired man’s grin immediately wavered.

“Um, I-I’m sorry…?”

“Well, thank you, but you only succeeded in saving that imbecile,” he gestured to the crooked-tooth man, still pinned underneath the other’s hand. “I would have had his limbs broken by now, but it seems I’ve lost my bloodlust.” He immediately turned and waved his hand dismissively.

As expected, he had his wrist grabbed once more from behind, followed by the shuffling breaths of the crooked-tooth man being released.

What was not expected, however, was the other saying, “I apologize for the inconvenience. I would like to make it up to you, if you let me?”

Well then…

Nico looked back to the other, who slowly slipped his grip from Nico’s wrist. He was still grinning dumbly, but with a newfound glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Let me buy you something for lunch, please, just to make this up to you.”

That was a reply Nico had never once heard or expected in his life. He knew he should be cautious but… well, free lunch. Besides, what would a sunny blond in broad daylight possibly do to him? Nico could easily knee him in the groin and escape if he was ever lead into a dark alley…

Oh, why not. Besides, he did seem sincere, and not to mention a little charming—but Nico would rather not think of that for now.

“What’s your name?”

“Will Solace!” The blond announced, loud and proud.

“Heh, alright. I’ll humour you for now.”

“Great! Wait, what’s your na-“

“Nico DiAngelo. Now quick, I’m hungry.”


Two days.

Two days of being friends with the man and Nico was starting to doubt his entire life.

He was very well aware that he was smiling more often, sharing more things about himself- such as his strange fascination with darkness, whereas most people preferred light- and he had the constant thought of blond hair, blue eyes and sun-kissed skin on his mind.

He never gave away anything sensitive though, like his past with his family or his position as palace staff. Will, however, babbled on endlessly about strange people he’d met, his favorite things to do, and what he’d do if he were king.

Will Solace could only be described as a bundle of sunshine—and a very concerned and caring one at that.

Nico had been walking along the pier with him after they’d had their first lunch together and accidentally tripped on the loose plank. A loose nail on the wooden board had gotten him a fresh wound on the knee. Will was quick to react, his expression and words panicked, but his actions calm and collected. In no time Nico’s knee was patched up stopped bleeding.

Their second lunch, Nico had decided to share the payment—simply as a friendly gesture, nothing more.

Will had decided to take him to the plaza, where he promptly stole a guitar from a street performer and serenaded him, attracting other onlookers and earning a few tips as well as a bump on the head from a very offended street performer.

Nico had to laugh at the experience—a good time he’d definitely remember.

Now… when he came to think of it, the only ‘good times’ he’d ever gotten that weren’t tainted with a sort of sadness was watching festivals from afar. Those were never really ‘good times’ in themselves. People were constantly pushing around him and often he would get washed away in the massive crowd—which led to him attending less and less festivals the more time went on.

Will was practically a ‘good time’ in himself—not so say that in a dirty sort of way. Well… he was charming, captivating. He seemed to have an air of cool collectedness around him, yet could still act as immature and bubbly as a puppy, and very presence brought Nico a very calming sense of freedom.

And now, laying in his bed in the dark in the servant’s barracks, he longed for the sense of freedom. Maybe going places to see the sights wasn’t entirely what he longed for; maybe what he longed for was simply the freedom of doing it, of not being trapped in one spot, of being able to experience new and amazing things… and maybe even share them with someone.

And maybe he could—

Slam! The wooden doors had been forced open. Some fifty servants in the room, along with Nico, jolted awake from their half-asleep states, only registering the fear of seeing glinting blades in the dim moonlight from the doorway.

“Round ‘em up, boys!” A gruff voice called out, followed by a chorus of maniacal laughter as well as horrified screaming from the servants, who were immediately being bound and rounded up like chickens on the death row.  

“Boss said to do this quick, so gag the whole lot of ‘em. We take half o’ these gammy-legs back, the other half stays in ‘ere!” The gruff voice declared.

Nico had barely registered anything said, struggling to find his way through the mass panic, before a horrid-smelling piece of cloth was secured around his mouth. Then rough pairs of hands bound his arms and legs together in heavy rope. He struggled, but was soon pushed to the floor as he squirmed in protest.

The sight of a glinting blade being waved in his face and several men in clothes of a similar fashion was the last thing Nico saw before he blacked out, with only one last thought—pirates.  


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Fam you got me crazy for them hcs. Paladins reactions to finding out their s/o is pregnant? Who wants it and who doesn't?

Ah, prego S/Os, my muse~ babies are just so cute!

Originally posted by vayseninamk



  • When you tell shiro your have a bun in your internal oven, he’ll drop whatever he had in his hands
  • Laughs nervously, you’re joking right? Ahaha..haha.. ha
  • No? Ok.
  • A minute of shock followed by PURE TERROR
  • It’s not like he does NOT want it but the timing is shitty
  • Really starts to spend most of his time thinking ‘what the hell am I going to do’
  • Will ask allura if there is anyway he can send you back to earth so you can be safe and have the prenatal care you need!
  • If he can’t send you back, you’re getting weekly health scans by Coran
  • It doesn’t sink in that there is going to be a child that resembles both you and him crawling around soon until your stomach is inflated
  • Shiro is anxious and it takes a nightmare that somehow turned into a good dream when a happy dimple-smile baby takes over
  • He wakes up crying. Like this could be a really GOOD thing. Sure nothing is ideal but it’s a child made from the love you have for each other
  • After that Space dad will baby proofs EVERYTHING and is now really worried if he can even hold the baby with his arm…
  • You have to console him when he starts to feel like this
  • When the baby is born, he won’t hold the tiny thing until you make him
  • Then you can’t seem to get your baby back because Shiro is coddling them too much and showing it off to EVERYONE
  • REALLY wants to name it Hiro if it’s a boy or Akane if it’s a girl


  • He is pacing back and talking to himself about everything that could go wrong
  • He is now your personal errand boy because he doesn’t want you doing anything while your pregnant
  • Is already trying to think of baby names
  • Now that the shock and terror wore off, he’s REALLY excited
  • Hates going on missions and leaving you now. He doesn’t want to miss anything
  • Talks to his lion all the time about his future offspring
  • Seriously, he won’t shut up now
  • Already thinking of how many more kids you should have after this one. STRONGLY wants at least 3 or 2 with a giant dog
  • Traces circle on your stomach when you’re trying to go to bed
  • I headcanon this man can sew and diy like nobody’s business so expect homemade baby clothes and toys
  • Jokes often ‘so how’s lance’s jr today?’ Or at least you hope he’s joking
  • Really wishes he could call his parents about their future grand kid and offer him advice about parenthood
  • Already has nightmares about your kid’s teenage years
  • Wants to get a pet (like a puppy) for the baby now so they’ll have someone grow up with.
  • Since there is no puppies in space, expect lance to come home with strange creatures that aliens refer as pets
  • If it’s a boy, Raimundo. If it’s a girl, Yulisa


  • “You mean… like a baby?”
  • He actually takes it well at first he’s like 'cool what now?’
  • NOW he starts to have some worries like can he actually be a father?
  • Doubts he can give the baby everything he longed for as a kid BUT HE WILL SURE AS HELL TRY
  • never wants this baby to feel unloved so he’ll pretty much spoil them until you stop him
  • Goes to space dad for advice regularly
  • He lets you train until you almost fall that one time, now he won’t let you near the training room.
  • Is constantly asking if you’re feeling ok
  • Instantly realizes that ALOT can go wrong
  • Is a worried mess til delivery
  • Holds your hand the whole time and tries not to freak out when STUFF IS COMING OUT OF YOUR LADY PARTS
  • Is silently crying in relief when everything goes ok. You’re ok and this new flesh being is ok
  • Doesn’t really know what to say he’s just really genuinely happy right now
  • Doesn’t care for the name so you have free range
  • Enjoys it when lance screams 'MINI KEITH IS LOOSE AGAIN!!’ as the baby grows up


  • make sure he’s sitting down before you tell him
  • Is so shock he doesn’t speak for a good minute
  • Admits that since he’s been on dangerous missions he’s kinda worried he’ll never get to do the things he wants to do in the future like become the world’s best mechanic, buy a house for his parents and grandparents, win the Nobel peace prize, start a family…
  • The situation may not be ideal but asks you if you would bear his kid and be his wife and family
  • Feels like the kid will have a great childhood at the castle (as long as it doesn’t get attacked again)
  • Is even more motivated to stop zarkon
  • basically over protective papa bear
  • Likes to think about what kind of kids you’ll have. Like a sweet mellow kid or hyperactive munchkin
  • Likes late night conversations between all three of you when it’s still in your stomach
  • Sets up the crib in your guys room
  • Is actively helping with the birth THERE IS NO TIME TO SQUEAMISH
  • too late, he passed out when he saw the other gunk that comes out of there during childbirth
  • You guys are both in the medical care room on two different beds with a tiny baby incubator between you two
  • wants to name it after something special like if allura help in delivery he’ll want to name her after the altean princess. If it’s a boy he’ll want to think to name him something awesome as long as it has a meaning to it
  • “SUPPORT THE HEAD” is his new catch phrase

you know what? I’ll add pidge too since this isnt a sin post


  • When you explain that your species is self-pregnating race that sometimes take genetic material from partners through hand holding (or French kissing) she’s doesn’t know how to feel other than confused
  • Calls gloves hand condoms now
  • Doesn’t want to parent a kid, she loves you but she’s still a kid herself
  • Doesn’t really talk about the pregnancy unless you force her to
  • Doesnt really know how to feel I mean it could be hers too (genetically) or maybe just another copy of you
  • Kinda avoids you for a while but she feels guilty for doing so
  • Then she starts to help you out with the things get harder to do since you’re pregnant
  • In the end, she really does love you and stays by your side for the rest of the pregnancy
  • Waits outside during delivery. Your screams are NOT comforting
  • pidge is looking at everyone like LOOK SHE HAS MY NOSE
  • Still doesn’t know much about being a parent so you have to do the heavy lifting until pidge is at least 18 but dont worry she is in love with the tiny thing and would often put the baby in her lap when working (AS LONG AS ITS ASLEEP SO IT DOESNT TOUCH ANYTHING)
  • Doesn’t name it at birth but but does nickname it pidge 2.0

The truism “Leave each room cleaner than you found it” actually makes sense to me now? Because there are always messes?? Because (tiny) messes always pile up into stressful catastrophes until someone cleans up??? Because everyone else around you doesn’t want to deal with cleaning this shit up???? Because it encourages people to clean up the mess that is their lives (without ever expecting it to be perfectly clean)?????

All I’m trying to say is that this makes sense to me now.

Hello, hello, hello~! I hope you don’t mind, but I kind of combined these two into an epic piece of angst, moving on, and new love ^^ I will be splitting this into two parts, because otherwise it would be too long, so please look forward to the next installment! Enjoy!

Part I

Today was the day. You would confess your feelings to the infamously stoic and emotionally constipated captain of the Sixth Division, and there were no ifs, ands, or buts to be had about it.

…Or so you told yourself.

You’d been arguing with yourself about it for the last month, and so far, nary had been done about it except berating yourself in the mirror over being such a coward. True, there was much to lose–his respect, for one thing–but the heart wanted what the heart wanted, and it relentlessly beat for the same man. It was obscenely improper to harbor such feelings for your Captain, but it was damn hard to resist when he looked like that. Being the Third Seat, however, had its perks, because aside from Renji and Rukia, you were the closest person to him at all times.

When Lieutenant Abarai was otherwise occupied with paperwork, general errands, or personal duties as a lieutenant, Captain Kuchiki always called on you to deliver messages, take care of annoying Hollows in the Human World, or finish up some of the more mundane papers Renji left unattended. You never complained, even when Byakuya–as you’d taken to calling him in your head, because he couldn’t call you out for disrespect that way–seemed annoyed, or grumpy, research and study proved that he’d sooner take it out on his lieutenant when he returned, or one of the more…eccentric captains, than on you.

The longer you were around him, the harder you fell, and you never really tried to stay away. You were the first person to volunteer to take on extra work, or train some of the Green Horns when your schedule was free, and no one batted an eye when you did, because as the Third Seat, wasn’t that your job? You liked your position well enough, and the work load never bothered you, but if the bonus was extra time with the captain? Well, who could say no? The only people to notice were, coincidentally, the only two who would notice something like that, Renji and Rukia. Rukia was supportive, and encouraged your crush, but Renji was on a whole different level. He was your number one cheerleader, and he was the only reason you’d managed to psych yourself up enough to finally do the deed.

To prepare for your inevitable confession, you performed your duties flawlessly. You usually did, to be sure, but you went out of your way to go the extra mile and assist Renji, scold some new recruits before Byakuya could hear about their less than stellar achievements of the day and get a hold of them, and even took it upon yourself to tidy up the front of the division–namely, sweeping when there was nothing else to be done. As you were sweeping, a shadow fell over your dust pile, blocking the sun from hitting you, and you blinked up only to find your captain standing there, evidently finished with his weekly captains meeting.

“Hello, Captain,” you beamed, pausing your cleaning enough to give him a light bow. You were shaking with nerves, trying to muster the courage to say the things you were dying to. They danced on the tip of your tongue, your mind ready to speak them… What came out, however, was: “Did the meeting go well?”

Captain Kuchiki, expressive as ever, only nodded briefly as he stood with his hands at his sides. “As expected, there was nothing noteworthy to speak of. It is relatively peaceful, for the time being, so these meetings are pointless.”

You giggled. Typical Byakuya, not one to waste energy on things that didn’t require it. You loved seeing this side to him to, when his guards were down just a fraction, so that you got to see the parts of his personality that he tended to bury when dealing with his subordinates, his rigidly traditional family, or anyone else for that matter. When he quirked an eyebrow at you, you could already hear what he was going to say before he said it.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, taking you in with a slow, deliberate gaze. Swallowing, you gripped the broom a little tighter, something of an anchor to ground yourself. “And why are you sweeping the barracks? That should be left for those with less substantial duties.”

“Oh, I finished all my work!” you replied hastily. “I didn’t think it would be good to just sit around doing nothing, so since I was free I took it upon myself. I get…antsy without something to do…”

When you stopped, you looked down, and there was a silence that followed. You could feel Byakuya gazing at you, steady, looking for holes in your statement, and upon finding none, exhaled lightly.

“It is…admirable,” he started, as if unsure of the right words to use, “that you would continue to work when you’ve finished for the day.” Smiling, you finally looked back up at his face. “However, that doesn’t mean the Third Seat of the Sixth Division needs to be out cleaning. I have some papers I need to go through, so if you’re that desperate for work, then come.”

Turning like the graceful noble he was, he walked past you silently, and you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face. Byakuya never asked for help. He was quite capable of dealing with the hefty workload that accompanied being a captain, and he never even asked Renji for assistance unless it was absolutely necessary. You couldn’t help but feel at least a tiny bit special, and the gentle fluttering in your chest pressed you forward.

“Captain!” you called to his back. He slowed, half-turning to meet your eyes with that signature somber expression.

“Yes, what is it?” His deep, even voice made the fluttering quite erratic, and you took a deep breath in an attempt to quell it.

“If possible,” you began, standing as straight and tall as possible, trying to exude the confidence you so desperately needed through your posture, “could I have a moment of your time after work?”

He didn’t answer right away, but there was something that crossed his face that gave you reason to pause. Fidgeting with the broom handle still within your grasp, processing what you hoped was warmth that made its way to your stoic captain’s features, you waited. Then, he closed his eyes on a sigh, and turned back around.

“Once we’ve finished the paperwork in my office,” he said smoothly, “I’ll give you as much time as you’d like.”

Having sent your heart into a state of elation, the detached nobleman continued his way inside the barracks while you blushed. You could barely form a coherent thought, and you were glad that there was no one around to watch you flounder for direction as you carried the broom just inside the door, and followed Byakuya to his office.

The paperwork wasn’t difficult so much as mundane, but you were both proficient and dutiful, so the stack dwindled to completion rather quickly. He gave you a little less than half of the stack to complete, partially due to the nature of the documents, you thought, and he dismissed you once you were finished to gather your belongings, and wait for him outside the barracks. You couldn’t help the giddy feeling in your gut at the idea that you were waiting for Captain Kuchiki to finish work. You weren’t really expecting too much, after all, if you were rejected it would be much easier to deal with without having anticipated something grandiose. Regardless, you savored the feeling of waiting for the one you liked after a satisfactory day of work, but you still thought you had somewhat of a chance.

Hearing the doors to the barracks open, it really struck you how lucky you were. It wasn’t often that the captain of any squad got out of work on time. They didn’t have a set schedule, as it were, but leaving their office as a reasonable hour was a rare occurrence. It almost, dare you think, felt like a date. Turning with a genuinely happy smile on your face, you faced your expressionless captain head on…and the words died on your tongue.

Byakuya had said he would as much time as you wanted when you were both finished, though he didn’t really look like he was in the mood to speak. Don’t be silly, you told yourself, Byakuya always looks like this. This is just his face… It did little to quell your nerves, however.

“G-Good evening, Captain,” you greeted, internally smacking yourself at the quiver in your voice. “Have you finished what you wanted?”

“I have finished enough,” he replied, tone flat. His gaze froze you in place, something in them always sent a shiver of want through you. “What is it that you wanted to talk about, ___?”

“W-Well…” Gathering your thoughts, you took a deep breath, then leveled him with your most confident gaze. “I want to preface this by saying that I have an immense amount of respect for your position, both has Captain of Squad Six, and as head of the Kuchiki Clan, so I mean no disrespect, but I’ve been mulling these feelings over for a while now. So, um, Captain…? I really like you, a-and not because of your position! It’s just, I love the way you care about your subordinates, even though it may not always look like it. I like the way you’re always sure about your convictions, and you never back down when it’s something important to you. You can be uptight, but no one can really blame you with the responsibilities you bare, and I think it’s all very…captivating, for lack of better word. Uh…”

Trailing off, you decided that that was quite enough of a confession, and it was time to see what his response was. When you finished your piece, you’d averted you eyes nervously, but now rose them to try and read Byakuya’s expression. His face, however, held nothing. It was the same face he used in every situation, whether tense or mirthful, betraying nothing about what he was thinking or feeling. If anything, it seemed even more closed off than usual, even his eyes showed no sign of acceptance—or rejection, for that matter–and your heart sank. It was a long shot, and you knew it, but you had dared to hope, and now you were paying for it. Although it looked like he was debating on what to respond, you knew the answer, and you didn’t want to hear it said aloud.

“A-Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that.” You bowed, plastering a small smile on your face. “You don’t need to respond or anything, I just… Thank you for listening. Excuse me!” 

With another curt bow, you used your Shunpo to get as far away as you could as fast as possible. Not that you Captain couldn’t catch if he wanted to, and you foolishly hoped that he might, but he didn’t. Of course he wouldn’t. He was a man with a position to look after, a man who didn’t have time for such trivial things as a lover, at least not now. It was no secret to you that Byakuya was once married, and you and your naivety had thought that maybe you could he would give you a chance. But you were wrong, you thought. 

By the time you reached your own quarters, it hit you that you were crying. Ah, yes, the familiar sting of heartbreak. Laughing self-deprecatingly at yourself, you let yourself feel miserable for the rest of the night, and resolved yourself to move on from this experience in the morning. For now? Girlfriends and ice cream were in order…

In a Name: Ch 5

The people: @hannah-caitlynn @graysonmalfoy @falltoashes @solsticestorm @bingewatchingmylifegoby @elenoranave @incadinkadoo @melanin—senpai @juuliiaa05

You sat on the healer’s cot as she finished poking and prodding you.

“I don’t see anything wrong with you dearie.” She glanced over at Nox, “No curses either. I do have some crystals that might help if you were, though.”

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okay I need to get this out because a couple of days ago I realized something about that Hot Fuzz scene where Nicholas tells Danny about the reasons why his girlfriend dumped him

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