so I just went to the eye doctor

oh-flug-me  asked:

"Hey boss I heard you scream. Is everything...okay?"

He got up, using a nearby table as support, he was chuckling to himself. AT the sound of that voice- That familiar and now… Very pleasant sounding voice, he whirled around. Suddenly it was like a ‘Ping!’ went off in his head. 

“ AAhh! Doctor,” He grinned, his voice got a bit low at the last word. Not a menacing grin, more like a welcoming one. He strode over. “ Ahh Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, “ He purred, the word seeming so sweet, that he just wanted to say it over and over. “ Just the person whom I wanted to see~” Was he… Actually purring? His eyes were half lidded, relaxed. 

“ How are you, dear doctor?” The phrase rolled of his tongue with affection. 

So I went to the eye doctor, right, and I sit down to fill out the paperwork like you do and the lady was like “Thanks, Doctor Doctor will be with you in a moment” and I was like why did she say doctor twice that’s weird but then I looked at the business cards on the table and his name was actually Dr. Chad Dockter and I looked around and the other assistant caught my eye and just nodded like “You just had the moment didn’t you”

The first read through of S4 how it went
  • Amanda : my baker street boys. Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson.
  • (*closes script*)
  • (Silence)
  • Mark: ...
  • Steven: ...
  • Ben: ....
  • Martin: .........
  • Mark: so...Ben what do you think?
  • Ben: ...
  • Steven: Ben?
  • Ben: ...*murmuring* they didn't get together?
  • Mark: what?
  • Ben: My character and Martin's.
  • Mark: ...um...no Ben, obviously.
  • Martin: *snuffled crying sound.*
  • Amanda: Martin?
  • Ben: *passes Martin a tissue whilst patting his eyes too*
  • Ben: ...it's...just...they were..they were...*choked cry*
  • Martin: THEY WERE IN LOVE!
  • Moftiss: Martin, are you okay?
  • Martin: *shoving off chair and kicking over table* DO I LOOK OKAY?
  • Moftiss: ...
  • Martin: YOU MACHINES *grabbing Ben's arm and pulling him up* HOW COULD YOU QUEERBAIT LIKE THAT? JOHN AND SHERLOCK WERE AND ARE IN LOVE-
  • Ben: *tugging on Martin's sleeve* it's-
  • Martin: IT'S NOT OKAY! *to moftiss* YOU...YOU...LIARS YOU SAY THEY ARENT IN LOVE THEN EXPLAIN WHY YOU MADE ME REDO THE ANGELOS SCENE TEN TIMES UNTIL I DID THE PERFECT LIP LICK OR WHY YOU MADE ME AN BEN STARE AT EACHOTHER FOR TWO HOURS THAT DAY SO WE HAD ENOUGH EYESEX OR WHY YOU TOLD ME TO SHATTER MY HEART WHEN SHERL PROPOSED OR WHY-
  • Moftiss: MARTIN!
  • Martin: you know what this is what I think to that *kisses Ben*
  • Moftiss: ....
  • Martin: YEAH LOOK AWAY WHATEVER BUT YOU MISSED THIS OPPORTUNITY YOU-
  • Moftiss: *run to underground bunker*
  • Martin: ...
  • Ben: ...
  • Martin: ...
  • Ben: you know you can do that again anytime.
  • Martin: 😏
The Avenger-Mom (Bucky x Reader)

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY! Thank you for being amazing and beautiful in everything you do!

It’s been forever since I’ve written and I apologize for that.

Thank you all for the love on Notebook! I was shocked to say the least:)

Summary: You’re the ‘mom’ of the team but what happens when you’re not Bucky’s fan?

Word Count: Could this have been written in 2 parts? Sure, but where’s the fun in that?! Just kidding, I didn’t want to stop.. So.. Lord knows…. (I’m so sorry I don’t know I don’t have Word so I can’t count them and I refuse to count them myself because it’s a lot.)

Warnings: Suicide mentions, suicide scene (NO ONE DIES), sad moments tbh, fluff, hugs (A TON OF HUGS), sign language (If that’s even a warning), annoyed Bucky, nightmares, and crying. Dang… It sounds really heavy but go with it.

Please let me know if you liked it! Thank you for reading, I hope you have a good day:)

~Maggie~


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Originally posted by theseromaniansarecrazy

You’ve been at the Avengers compound for almost 8 months because your cousin Tony requested you after the fallout between himself and none other than Captain America. Luckily between that time, Tony and Natasha have been speaking to Captain and the government finally expunged what James Barnes did while he was under mind-control by writing him off as ‘mentally unstable’.

You rubbed your hands together excitedly as you awaiting the arrival of the other half of the infamous team. To your knowledge they all knew who you were and understood your reasoning to be there for the team.

An Honorary Mother, everyone likes to say.

You’re a very affectionate person, you’ve always loved seeing people smile because of you and enjoyed helping them through issues and were very excited to help the coming members, especially James Barnes. You read his file and couldn’t stop the blush as you looked at all the pictures they had of him. He was incredibly handsome and you knew he needed someone other than Captain America to help.

“Hey, waiting for your new sons and daughters?” Natasha said lightly as she walked over to you at the entrance of the compound. You turn to her and gave her a hug, she laughs quietly and hugs you back before pulling away, “you do know you saw me an hour ago?” She asks with a quirked eyebrow, you shrug and watch the doors.

“Everyone needs hugs, it’s scientifically proven to help you mentally and physically, you know.” You note smiling at her, she rolls her eyes but smiles nonetheless.

“Are you excited to meet them?” She says after a few moments of silence, you nod quickly and look to the door, again rubbing your hands together.

“I hope they like me.” You say quietly looking at the floor briefly as though you’d just confessed to stealing cookies before dinner. Natasha puts an arm around your shoulder, grinning to reassure you.

“Don’t worry, they’ll love you. You’re our adopted mom.” You look at her and smile just as the doors open.

You wait for everyone to come up to you and Natasha, your heart pounding loudly in your ears and you stare up and Captain America and James Barnes, they have at least 8 inches on you. Natasha elbows you lightly and cocks her head towards them.

Captain puts his hand in front of you and smiles brightly, “Hello, my name is Steve Rogers, nice to meet you.” You glance at his hand then his face before hugging him around the waist tightly, he coughs awkwardly and hugs you back gently. You pull away and smile at everyone staring at you with wonder except James Barnes who stares at you with anxious eyes.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

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The minute I saw this image a fic idea popped into my head - but in true me form it took 2 weeks to actually come together into anything. Unbeta’d and about 1100 words of fluff. Post CS wedding with a side of Captain Charming feels.

A Picture Tells a Thousand Words

For close to three hundred years, the memories of Killian Jones had been curated solely by the power of his mind. Highly reliable, of course, with impressive attention to detail - as he frequently reminded Henry when he shared tales of his past life with the young author.

(And he had yet to find the lad’s eye-rolling any reason not to continue.)

With such a power of recall, there seemed little chance any of the intimate details of the day he married Emma Swan would slip into the shadowed recesses, no matter how many dark curses or damned fairies were thrown at them.  

Yet he found himself drawn again and again to the simple black frame that hung on the wall of their living room, a moment of utter bliss captured perfectly in the curve of their lips and the light in their eyes as they danced together for the first time as husband and wife. He had known many a treasure over his long years on the sea, but none of those would ever be more valuable than this image, he thought, lovingly tracing a finger along the contours of Emma’s face.

“You are going to wear a track in the glass, Killian, if you don’t stop doing that.”

Emma’s arms snaked around his waist, her chin coming to rest on his shoulder. Though he couldn’t see her face, he had no doubt of the smile she was wearing - yet another image firmly locked in place without need of a photograph.

“Of all the magic I have ever come across,”  he said, turning in her arms until their foreheads came to rest together, “I think these photographs are the most powerful of all. A single moment preserved in time and yet it tells so much more of the tale.”

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Fraternity AU

“Your frat house is beside mine and one our room’s windows are across each other. One day you saw me choke thanks to a coconut cake my roommate baked me (I’m allergic), so you ran to my frat house and actually saved me, we started talking a lot.”

“My frat leader said I would only get in if I made their anti-social sibling go to a party. You actually went with me, but the n you had this crazy panic attack and ‘I’m so sorry, let me pay you a pizza to repay you’.”

“Epic Frat Battle: our frats dueled on a rap battle and when it was my turn to diss you, I just couldn’t stop rapping about your ’ sweet but’ or your 'deep eyes’

Calm in the Chaos

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff if you squint, infertility (please don’t read if this is a trigger)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Fic-i-versary SEVENTEEN for my 30 Days of Jensen and Dean. The line “There’s no making it better,” was requested by @wayward-girl . Thank you for celebrating with me. Tagging @nichelle-my-belle because she wanted the torture, though I still don’t think I out torture you.  HoweverI’m sorry this one so… well… you’ll see. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you do RFA reacting to MC on her period/trying to hide her period from them? Thank youuu!

Oh my gosh periods are the absolute worst. This one was still a lot of fun to write so thank you for requesting it! I hope that you like it!! :3 


Yoosung

  • You and Yoosung both finally had a day off together and deiced to sleep in
  • You woke up before Yoosung and felt his arms wrapped around you and you snuggled into his chest
  • But you felt something wet down by your legs and carefully moved the blanket away to see that your period had started and bled through your sleep pants onto the bed sheets
  • Completely embarrassed, you shook Yoosung violently telling him to get out of bed
  • “Wah what’s going on MC?” A very confused and sleepy Yoosung asked as you kicked him out of the bed
  • You didn’t respond, only blushing bright red as you carefully moved the blankets so he couldn’t see the mess
  • But Yoosung caught a glimpse of bright red blood on the sheets and his eyes went wide
  • “MC are you okay?! Did you hurt yourself?! Should I call a doctor?!” Yoosung asked as he started panicking
  • You sighed saying “I’m okay Yoosung, my period just started. Sorry about the sheets, I’ll clean them up right away.”
  • As you tried walking away, Yoosung grabbed your arm and hugged you, rubbing your lower stomach
  • His mother and sister made him learn about how much period cramps could hurt and how women could become very emotional
  • So to your surprise, Yoosung knew exactly what to do and treated you like a princess
  • Yoosung threw the dirty sheet into the washer and quickly put a new one on so that you could lay down
  • He told you that he had to make a quick stop at the store and when he came back, he had pads and tampons, heating pads, your favorite snack foods, and a new movie for the two of you to watch
  • Yoosung took such good care of you that there was hardly any pain and lots of comfort, making you not worry about period pains ever again

Zen

  • The two of you decided to go on a date night to see a movie that Zen made a cameo in
  • You two were able to snag the last two tickets, much to Zen’s delight
  • Just as the two of you were about to enter the theater, you felt something off
  • You told Zen that you had to use the bathroom quickly and when you got there, you found out that your period had started
  • The emotions were already getting to you as you felt yourself start to tear up
  • You left the bathroom trying to think of an excuse for only you to head home so Zen could enjoy the movie
  • As soon as Zen saw you, he noticed something was off and asked “What’s wrong babe?”
  • You burst out in tears and whispered to him that your period has started
  • Zen immediately goes into protective boyfriend mode and walks behind you so no one can see any blood coming through as he leads you to the car
  • The entire ride home you were crying and told Zen between sobs “I-I’m so sorry that I ruined our date night.”
  • He honestly couldn’t believe that you could become so emotional just because of your period but he shushed you saying “It’s no problem at all MC. You can’t control it and we can have our own fun date night together at home.”
  • Zen carried you inside bridal style and helped you clean up then laid you on the bed as he got you some pain medication
  • You were completely exhausted and Zen completely understood so the two of you ended up cuddling for the rest of the night until the two of you fell asleep
  • When you woke up the next morning, you found Zen in the kitchen making breakfast a a bouquet of your favorite flowers on the table along with some heating pads
  • Zen really was the best boyfriend ever

Jaehee

  • The two of you went to a fancy restaurant to celebrate your anniversary 
  • It was the first time either of you were able to go to such a high-end place so it was an even more special night
  • You and Jaehee were killing it in your brand new dresses and you both looked like goddesses
  • But when the two of you were seated at your table, you felt what you only assumed was your period start
  • Panic built up inside of you, it was such a special night and you didn’t want your period to ruin it for Jaehee
  • So you sucked it up and decided to pretend like nothing was wrong
  • But you and Jaehee were together for a reason because she knew within a couple of minutes that something was up
  • You were getting increasing hot to the point of sweat dripping down from your forehead and the cramps started to come
  • When Jaehee saw you wince in pain and hold your stomach, she knew that your period started
  • So Jaehee helped you up and lead you back to the car while you apologized profusely
  • When you two got home, you nervously asked her “Was I really that obvious Jaehee?” as you got out of your dress and into more comfort clothing
  • Jaehee giggled and made you lay down as she got you a heating pad and said “Sort of. But what you had were pretty similar to my own period symptoms so I knew. And don’t worry about tonight, I’m always happy as long as I’m with you MC.”
  • You smiled gratefully at your amazing girlfriend The two of you spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching Zen’s musicals on DVD
  • You both ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms, with you feeling a lot less pain thanks to Jaehee
  • You were so grateful that you had someone else who understood the struggle of having your period and you made a mental note to take extra good care of Jaehee when hers started

Jumin

  • You had convinced Jumin to go out on a simply yet fun ‘commoners’ date with you
  • The two of you went to a local park and packed a picnic and the day had been going well, you and Jumin talked about your future together, stared at the clouds, and even made him laugh at a couple of your jokes
  • Jumin seemed to be having such a good time that you felt like nothing could possible ruin your mood
  • But Mother Nature had different plans
  • You were laughing at one of Jumin’s attempts to make a joke when you felt your period start
  • To make matters worse, you were wearing a light colored dress making the blood stand out on the back of your dress Jumin noticed you looking uncomfortable and asked what was wrong
  • “My um period started Jumin.” You said awkwardly to Jumin You attempted to stand up but you could already feel the cramps coming on
  • Jumin noticed the back of your dress was staining with blood so he quickly wrapped his jacket around your waist to hide it and walked you over to Driver Kim
  • He had never dealt with women on their period before but all Jumin knew was that you looked like you were in pain and he needed to stop it
  • So when the two of you got back to the penthouse, Jumin cleaned you up and made you lay down in bed with him calling out to the chef to make your favorite meal
  • He laid down next to you and gently rubbed where your cramps were hurting telling you sweet words of encouragement to try and help you feel better
  • You eventually fell asleep and woke up a couple of hours later to see Jumin curled up next to you sleeping
  • The cramps were almost completely gone so you settled yourself back into Jumin’s arms
  • For a guy who’s never experienced a girl with her period before, Jumin sure knew what he was doing

Seven

  • Seven had been working hard the past couple of days making you extremely bored
  • You were laying on the couch, mindlessly playing on your phone when you felt something seep through your pants
  • You groaned as you saw that your period had started
  • Luckily none of the blood had gotten on the couch so you quickly passed Seven’s work room in order to get a new pair of pants
  • You were in the bathroom trying to clean the blood out of your pants when you heard the door open
  • “Aw my poor MC’s period started. Come on I’ll clean those up later, you need to rest now!” Seven said as he dragged you into the bedroom
  • “But how did you know Saeyoung? I’m sorry I know that you’re busy working and it’s so embarrassing.“ You said as Seven tucked the blankets around you
  • He smiled and kissed your forehead saying “I’m the Defender of Justice MC! I know everything! But seriously I keep track of your cycle so I always know when you’re due to start.”
  • Seven got you a heating pad and laid down next to you rubbing your back and whispering how much he loved you
  • You fell asleep to Seven’s loving words and woke up the next morning to find a Seven had made you a messy cake saying ‘I love you’ on it as well as some of your favorite snacks and more heating pads
  • You were honestly so grateful for him and gave him a huge hug when you saw him
  • Seven smiled telling you that you deserved it and how he would take good care of you until your period was over
  • “Hey MC quick question, I never looked it up or anything but a period is when you pee blood right?” Seven asked as you were about to cut into the cake
  • Seven was lucky that you loved him and that you weren’t too emotional at that point to punch him
3 Billion Dollars [Part 11] - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped.

Genre: idk for this one honestly. angst?

Warning: swearing, graphic imagery, probably incorrect medical stuff, mentions of blood, my writing in general

{part 1} {part 2} {part 3} {part 4} {part 5} {part 6} {part 7} {part 8} {part 9} {part 10} {part 11} {part 12}

A/N: I’m so sorry. So much stuff happened this weekend and I got barely any writing done. I swear I’ll work on more stuff I promise. I have a few request I’m working on and will hopefully be posted this week. I also have a very rough draft of like two series so yeah. I’m sorry my life’s a mess. Enjoy! Please leave me stuff in my inbox I love getting things! I kinda really need some motivation to finish my last few scenarios. 

~ Admin Brooklyn

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You rushed to Ji Yong’s side, kneeling down over him. He groaned on the floor, blood pooling out of his arm. The boys quickly surrounded him. You put your hands on him, lightly holding him down too quickly look at the wound. Ji Yong clutched his shoulder, putting pressure on it as he groaned and shouted out in pain.

“Ji Yong move your arm,” you say, trying to pry his hand away from his shoulder. He glared at you, his grip on his shoulder getting tighter.

“I don’t know if you can fucking tell, but I just FUCKING GOT SHOT. NO THANKS TO YOUR FUCKING EX BOYFRIEND,” he yelled. You rolled your eyes and continued to try to pry his hands away.

“If you didn’t know, I went to medical school,” you say, pulling his arm. He shouted out in pain and you rolled your eyes. “So shut up, let go of your arm, and let me fucking heal you.”

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1769 - Steve x Reader

Summary:  You’re an Avenger by the name Anima, whose powers are immortality and invulnerability. You’re on a mission with a few from the team when your abilities are put to a test.

Warnings: Light swearing, light violence.

Words: +2 900

A/N: Please request! I’m up for writing just about anyting! Also, this is my first writing on this blog so please go easy on me :)))))))))

Originally posted by flyngdream

Truth be told, I quite like the thrill of warfare. Call me damaged and psychotic all you want, but there’s something about it that gets me riled up like nothing else. Perhaps it’s the patriotism in me igniting for fighting for my country? Perhaps it’s the built up rage being relieved by punching a few bad guys in the face? Perhaps it’s the fact that I know I won’t fall on the battlefield? I can’t really put a finger on the reason as to why I enjoy it so much. Maybe I am a lunatic? I don’t think I’d know if I were one. Lunacy tends to shield itself rather well from the person it possess. Let’s just say I wouldn’t be surprised if a doctor went on to tell me I was medically mad. The amount of bloodbaths I’ve gone through with a smile on my face are too many to count on my both hands.

“Y/N?” Steve called out as he looked across the Quinjet from his seat to mine, a crease carved between his brows. “We lost you there for a second.”

Had they? I didn’t realize I had been so deep in my daydreaming. “Sorry, just memorizing the Declaration of Independence in my head.” She made fun of the Captain of the America who always rolled his eyes at her nationalistic comments.

“I was going over the plan. Are you okay with being ground-bound on the west side? According to the little intel we have, that’s the side that’s the most guarded area of the premises. Lang and I will head for the center to get the files while Romanoff and Barton guard the entrance. All you need to focus on is the-”

“Bomb, yes, I got it.” She saluted only to receive yet another eye-roll.

“I hate to interrupt, but am I the only one worried that this bomb might go off? Who says it’s not an atomic bomb? We could put a big hole in the middle of Canada’s map here.” Scott said, anxiously looking between the group of five who had been assigned the mission to infiltrate the newly created Hydra facility in the middle of the cold, harsh Northwest Territories.

“It’s not atomic and it won’t blow up. If it does however, I can’t promise that I’ll go to your funeral.” She leaned her head back casually and shut her eyes to rest for a moment.

“Oh- oh you douche. That’s a low blow.” Scott whined.

“Stop it, both of you. This is a serious mission that we have in front of us. Hydra have never had a permanent structure this close to America before. If I were you, I’d take this a little more seriously. God knows what they’re up to out here.” Steve lectured before his eyes trailed out the window to the seemingly endless forests spreading out beneath them. He remained staring out for a while with an empty look in his eyes before returning his focus to within the aircraft. “How far off are we?”

“T minus 2 minutes, according to this shitty GPS system Tony upgraded to.” Natasha informed from her seat in the cockpit.

 ”You know I’m on the line, right?“ Tony’s voice erupted into everyone’s earpiece. ”Talk shit about my equipment agin and you might just have to use your own.“

“I’ll happily do that anyway. Hell, even the GPS on my phone is better than this.”

“Stop!” Steve repeated, louder and more urgently this time. I looked at him and could see the worry in his eyes which was an unsettling sight. The whole mission was really setting him on edge. Hydra had been his arch nemesis since day one as Captain America. Maybe she didn’t know everything about them, but as far as her knowledge stretched, Hydra had never left Europe in this way before, not by settling down at least. Maybe she was too uneducated about the subject to even assume how things had been and how they were, but Steve really seemed to dislike that they were so close this time around.

“We’re approaching.” Natasha broke the short silence which had filled up the Quinjet awkwardly. “I don’t know how high tech these guys are, but if they have radars, we’ve been on them for a couple of minutes at least.”

“Right. Just prepare for drop-off and we’ll handle things as we go. Y/L/N, you’re up first.” Steve ordered and I simply nodded. I unbuckled and stood up, looking down on my black and grey suit with imbedded with hundreds of vibranium disks, making it flexible yet damage-safe of incoming projectiles of as good as any kind. I slid my finger across the keypad by the back and the mechanism to the door began to buzz as the hanger lowered. Air whirled inside violently and wipped my ponytail around my neck to my throat and I narrowed my eyes as I observed the ground that no longer was so far beneath us. There was straight road which cut through the forest, leading up to the Hydra outpost with at least four guard towers along its way that I could see. No doubt there were more around the facility itself.

“Ready for drop off?” Clint, who had been silent for the hour prior, called back to make sure I was good to go. I held up a thumbs up, and on cue, the jet slowed down and steadied whilst hovering in the air.

I exhaled deeply before turning my back to the open back of the aircraft and closing my eyes again, feeling the wind grab onto my snug attire as I let myself fall backwards. As I continued to fall I peaked my eyes open, seeing the Quinjet flying across the grounds to where Steve and Scott would be dropped off. As a couple of seconds passed, I arched my back and raised my arms above my head skillfully until my body swung around in the air and aimed with my feet down. Only a split second went by before I landed with a ground breaking thud, literally. I would like to think that I timed the turn due to skill, but knowing myself it was most likely because of coincidence.

As I stood there, thanking higher forces that I had spared myself from an embarrassing landing with my whole back facing down, bullets began to pepper at my side. I slowly turned towards their source only to find three Hydra soldiers brutally shouting as they did little to none in damage. As they began to realize that themselves, their facial features turned from offensive to defensive and their open fire ceased until none existent.

“I already hate you guys…” I couldn’t help but mumble as I picked up speed with the three soldiers in my sight. In panic, they opened fire again. Bullets rained down on me like a goddamn, tropical storm and I could feel them ricochet off of both my armor and my skin. When I finally reached them, I grabbed a hold of one and threw him over the two others, knocking them all to the ground. They tried to scramble to their feet but before they could I held one of their rifles in my hand and grabbed the end of the barrel.

“Don’t…” I used the weapon as a golf club and hit the head of one of the men, knocking him out. “Be…” I hit another. “Dicks!” I hit the end of the weapon in the head of the remaining soldier and let it go afterwards, the rifle flying down the cliffs which began shortly outside of the fence surrounding the premises.

“Language.” Steve commented into my earpiece and I couldn’t help but let out a long groan.

“Don’t you start with that again.” I warned him, not in the mood to have my profanity pointed out. As the line remained silent after that I grabbed the two rifles left on the ground before I continued my way inside. I put my free hand into the net fencing and tore it apart, creating a hole large enough for me to enter through. A soldier patrolling on the roof of the concrete structure opened fire and I took one of the rifles in my hand and threw it like a dart, knocking the soldier to the ground like someone had slapped a fly with a flapper.

“Tell me when you got eyes on your target, Anima.” It was Steve again, and my focus was pulled from reality upon hearing him call me by my superhero name, or whatever I was. He never used it, never used any of the names we all were called. I can’t honestly tell if I like it or not. I can’t tell in what way he said it either. Unemotionally and negatively, or motivationally and inspiringly?

“Yes, sir.” I couldn’t think of a witty answer. A few soldiers had rushed out upon hearing the shooting and fired at my head and upper body, a few bad shots hitting my legs and the ground behind me. “Could you not?” I turned towards them. As they didn’t as much as stutter in their attack, I took the last rifle and threw it towards them. They flew back into the wall beside the door where they had exited and unconsciously sagged to the ground into a pile.

Anima was not something I came up with myself, but I did allow it to stick around. Originally it had been Peter’s idea. When I first became part of the team, months after things had settled after their civil dispute, a late night in the Stark Tower after an all too long party, a rather tipsy Tony insisted that I should have a superhero name. I had refused at first but everyone else had liked Tony’s idea and before I knew it, Peter had names me after the Latin word for life. It grew in the team and I didn’t really argue about the naming, so it stuck. Now, that A clings onto the upper parts of my suit like an emblem I should be proud to wear, which I actually kind of am.

I was inside before I knew it but things didn’t exactly looked how my mind had pictured. There was a huge room like that of a hangar, a few cars in one end and a dozen of guards surrounding my obvious target in the very center. They opened fire, just like all their coworkers, and I pushed forwards in their peppering ammunition.

“God that’s loud.” Clint commented on the line, referring to noise from my end.

“I’ve tried to tell them to stop a few times now but it seems they don’t want to listen.” I replied as I reached the men. They tried to engage in hand to hand combat instead but I began to knock out one by one slowly but surely. As my focus was on grabbing a guy from the floor and toss him down the large room, a crash filled my left ear as I felt a poke at my cheek. I turned my head around just in time to see the shards of a knife fall to the floor, a soldier standing with its handle by my head where he had attempted to pierce it.

“Did- did you just try to stab me, in the face?” I questioned him, watching the blood drain from his own face in absolute horror. “Do you know how much I like my face?!” I grabbed hold of his body armor and slammed him down to the ground. His helmet pushed up over his forehead but he was still able to see. “Did you seriously think I’d let you get away with that?”

I waited, gave him time to come up with some kind of an answer, but as he began to whimper in fear and rattle like a dry leaf in the wind, I used my head against his own to juggernaut his ass to sleep. I rose to my feet, eyes locking onto the bomb centered in the great hall when I noticed the small screen on it, my limbs numbing upon realization.

“Fuck!” My hands reflexively went to my head to pull at my hair, but it was tightly kept back and I felt my hands drop to my sides.

“Lang-”

“It has a timer!” I interrupted Steve, definitely not in the mood to be scolded cause of my language. “The bomb has a fucking timer on two minutes!”

“What?” It was Natasha, not wanting to believe what I was saying.

“One minute fifty seconds! There are no buttons on it, no wires. I can’t disarm it!” I could feel my breaths becoming shallow, my heart racing inside my chest. I’ve never been worried about dying, simply because I can’t, but everyone I know doesn’t have the blessing in a curse of being immortal and invulnerable. The blast radius of the bomb could be the size of the room it was in, but most likely it would wipe out the entire base and then some. Hell, even what Scott said about it being an atomic one seemed plausible when the timer was ticking down right before my very own eyes.

“Scott, you need to get to Y/N and get inside the bomb. We need to disarm it..” Steve ordered and I just shook my head, not caring that no one was around to see me do it.

“There’s no time! I’m improvising.” I watched as the timer went past one minute as I picked it up, cradling the cylindric piece of metal in my arms. I could hear Steve yell something about not doing anything stupid through my earpiece, but frankly, I couldn’t care less of what he had to say. I was holding a bomb and god knows how much it’ll take down with it if it goes off. I emerged from the door I had entered through, almost tripping over the soldiers still hanging around outside. I began to turn the corner when more billets began to rain down and I threw myself back to the safety of the wall. That way was a no go, so to the left it was.

I walked around the other corner of the extended part of the facility, a clearing which seemed to be a landing area for helicopters and such expanding before me. I glanced down at the bomb, seeing that the timer was down to forty already. “I’m north west of my drop-off point and I really need you guys not to come here right now.” I said as I came to the middle of the landing platform, kneeling to the ground with the bomb resting against my thighs.

“Y/N, I see you.” It was Steve. I looked up only to see him and Scott further away, far enough so that I couldn’t see their faces properly. “Don’t do this. We don’t know if you’ll survive!”

“Get back, Captain!” I called out, probably audible physically as well as over the intercom. “I walked around Hiroshima the day after the bomb dropped. I kissed a guy who died of the plague, whilst he was kissing me! I’ll be fine!”

“You’ve never contained a bomb before, you stubborn idiot! Drop it and run!” Steve truly begged now.

I looked down towards the timer, seeing it count down to ten. I took long breaths, feeling my body relax as I cradled over the bomb and covered as much of it as I could, a smile spreading on my face. “Cover your ears, guys. This one is gonna be loud-”

The bomb detonated. Flames whirled out from the areas where her body hadn’t covered it. Steve and Scott flew into the wall behind them as the shockwave rammed into them. The ground quakes at their feet and the Hydra base around them rattled in the bombs wake. Steve crawled up to his hands and knees before grabbing ahold of the wall for support. His knees buckled but he managed to stand, eyes gazing out over the helipad where he saw nothing but smoke.

“No…” He felt his heart sink. “No, no, no. Please-”

Steve went quiet as the smoke began to clear out, my body being detectable in its midst. I brushed sooth off of my attire, pouring as it stained the grey fabric black.

“Are you kidding me? I just cleaned this.” I tried to rub it with my fabric clad hand, my fingers peaking out from the fingerless gloves being just as black as them thanks to the sooth which was there too, along with the rest of my body.

“Oh you f-…” Steve cut himself off, beginning to jog my way. I tried to not look over at him as if I hadn’t noticed him. Instead, I nonchalantly continued my useless attempts in cleaning myself up. As Steve from out of nowhere was an arms length away, I looked up only to have two, huge arms wrapped around me. My eyes blew open and my body remained stiff as a stick as he continued to hug me without remorse.

“Uh… Steve? You good?” I questioned as I tried to wiggle my arms free and could feel him tighten his grip of me instead. After a few more seconds he let go and looked into my eyes, his being burning red from the smoke around us.

“You’re a damn idiot, you know that?” He seemed to wait for an answer, and I awkwardly broke eye contact before smiling again.

“I was born in 1769, Steve. I think I’ll live a little longer.”

4

((Okay, So I’m doing a MC that has really bad vision, and so they take her to the eye doctor and get her her first pair of glasses))

Yoosung

  • MC was always squinting, and Yoosung was somewhat concerned
  • She was always asking him what signs said, and he was rather worried when she said that the world was quite blurry
  • After a lot of convincing, Yoosung managed to get MC to go to the ophthalmologist
  • “I don’t know why you didn’t come in sooner miss MC. You are very nearsighted”
  • They asked her to go and pick out some frames.
  • She was really worried because she couldn’t see any of the frames without them already being on her face and two inches from a mirror
  • “Yoosung…can you pick out some glasses for me?”
  • Yoosung brought over several frames, and MC put them on one by one and Yoosung either said keep or never mind
  • Eventually, he found the perfect pair. It made her beautiful eyes stand out and he loved the color on her. They were turquoise frames with purple arms and the metal on the frames made her bright eyes that much brighter
  • About a week later, the glasses came in and MC went with Yoosung to the eye doctor’s clinic together
  • She put them on, and for the first time, she could clearly see Yoosung and his beautiful purple eyes and adorable smile. He had the most wonderful hair, and MC smiled brightly
  • The world was no longer a blur, and she ran over to the mirror to see what she looked like
  • The glasses were very thin, yet cute, and they really brought out her eyes and framed her face
  • “Yoosung! I can see again!”

Zen

  • MC was trying to help Zen rehearse for his upcoming play
  • But she kept messing up the lines, and holding the paper out an arms length away
  • And she was still unable to see the stupid small print
  • So Zen, who was worried, told her to go to the eye doctor. 
  • Apparently she was far sighted, and the ophthalmologist wasn’t sure how she was able to text at all
  • Apparently she had a text to voice program
  • MC went to go pick glasses, and after looking for a moment, she chose some rectangular black frames. Just the right amount of cute and attractiveness.
  • A week later, she went in and the frames were all ready
  • She put them on and went home to surprise Zen (Don’t worry she took public transportation)
  • When he got home he was stunned
  • She was gorgeous, not that she wasn’t before, but something about the glasses just made her that much more attractive
  • “Wow, Zen! You’re so …pretty! I wanna play with your hair!”

Jaehee

  • MC kept running into the edge of tables and things, and Jaehee became very concerned
  • So she dragged MC to the eye doctor 
  • MC started crying, and admitted that she didn’t want glasses because she was afraid of people making fun of her
  • “People will not make fun of you. I will make sure of that”
  • They ended up going in together, because MC was scared to go alone
  • When MC was told to choose her frames, she freaked out because there were so many options
  • They eventually settled on a pair of frames that looked suspiciously like the faux glasses that Jaehee wore
  • Jaehee made sure to wear her glasses when they went to go get them
  • “OMG you two are twins! That’s so cute!” The eye care assistant said as they gave MC her glasses
  • MC put them on and Jaehee took a selfie of the two of them just to prove to MC that they were adorable and they deserved the world
  • “Wow…we do look like twins Jaehee!”

Jumin

  • When MC couldn’t distinguish between Elizabeth 3rd and a pillow, Jumin knew that MC needed glasses
  • He actually brought the ophthalmologist to MC
  • She actually fainted when she saw Doc Lee
  • So he brought in another ophthalmologist in to see her
  • This one was much less scary and MC was more willing to work with them. 
  • She ended up needing pretty thick glasses, and she started to cry. 
  • Jumin soothes her telling her that she will look beautiful with glasses, and if she didn’t want them, she could get contacts.
  • She ended up getting brown oval frames, and they looked adorable on her
  • Jumin showered her with praise and told her how beautiful she looked
  • Now he’s starting an aesthetic glasses project for cats
  • Run Jaehee run
  • As soon as they got home to the penthouse, MC ran to the window and gazed out at the beautiful scenery
  • “Jumin! It’s so beautiful! Come look!”

Saeyoung

  • MC was always on the computer, and she seemed to be having a harder time seeing the screen than normal
  • Saeyoung tried to lend MC a pair of his glasses, but that didn’t help either. 
  • Saeyoung knew that she needed glasses though
  • So they went to the eye doctor to get her glasses
  • Apparently, she needs glasses badly, because she was very nearsighted
  • So the glasses were going to be rather thick
  • So she decided to get awesome frames like Seven’s
  • They were a pastel pink with what looked to be a brown print inside of the plastic. They were rather large and round, but MC loved them
  • Both of them now had cute glasses and neither could see anything without them
  • “Oh look, I can see more than a tomato now!”

V

  • V…um…how do I put this…he’s blind too
  • So he couldn’t tell that MC was losing her sight
  • Until one day Jumin brought her home after Driver Kim almost hit her because she couldn’t see the car clearly
  • They went to the eye doctors, and V heavily reconsidered the eye surgery 
  • He ended up calling Jumin to ask him to set him up with the ophthalmologist while MC got her eyes checked
  • She wasn’t quite as blind as V, but pretty damn close
  • She ended up getting harry-potter-like glasses
  • They looked really cute on her, like really good. 
  • A week later, V had an appointment for surgery on his eyes, and MC got her new glasses
  • “V I can see again! The sky is so pretty, wouldn’t you agree?”

Saeran

  • Saeran could tell right away that she needed glasses
  • She squinted at everything and it made her look like she was angry at the world
  • So he dragged her to the eye doctor
  • She really didn’t want glasses for some reason
  • “Why do you not want glasses.. You obviously need them.”
  • “Because I’m going to be teased again”
  • Apparently, MC used to wear glasses, but stopped when people started calling her names
  • Saeran told her that if she wanted she could get contacts like him and if anyone teased her they were going to get decked
  • He led her in, and he saw the cutest pair of glasses. 
  • They were black on the arms, and had a wire frame around the rims. 
  • He had her try them on and she just looked so cute
  • She got them a week later and she just looked adorable in them, even though she didn’t think so
  • He decided to convince her by bringing her on the roof to watch the sun set
  • “Wow. it’s so vibrant and colorful. Thank you Saeran. Maybe glasses won’t be horrible after all”

aether-staza  asked:

Heeeeey~! I just want to say that I really love your Voltron Family AU! ♡♡♡ Its so heart warming and pure~ Can I also ask if there was ever a time where Shiro's co-workers were the ones to be shocked when Keith visits Shiro? Both of them are gorgeous men after all~ *wiggles eyebrow*

Thank you!!! Glad to know you love it! ♡ 

[The Voltron Family] Shiro transferred to a new hospital that was conveniently closer to where Keith worked. So hopefully lunch dates would be more frequent than usual. Today, Pidge was with him because her grade had a free day and no one was available to watch her and she wanted to spend her whole day with him, and honestly, who was Shiro to deny her that?

Keith texted that he was on his way to Shiro’s new workplace and both father and daughter were excited. 

Pidge: *sits cross legged on top of Shiro’s table* I like this place better than the last one. *looks around happily*
Shiro: *smiles* It’s nicer, isn’t it? Pays so much better, too. *chuckles* Now, what did I say about sitting on top of the table? *raises eyebrow*
Pidge: *frowns* *crawls to Shiro*
Shiro: *takes Pidge into his arms* Gosh. You’re such a big girl now.
Pidge: *wraps her arms around Shiro’s neck* I’m still small though, which is just so annoying. Ugh. *pouts*
Shiro: Awww, sweetheart. *smiles fondly* I think you’re just the perfect size. *pecks Pidge on the lips softly*
Pidge: *scrunches nose while trying to restrain from smiling too much* You’re just saying that. You’re supposed to say that cause I’m your kid.
Shiro: *fake gasp* When did I ever lie to you? Daddies never lie.
Pidge: *rolls eyes* You lied to me one time saying seeds grow inside my tummy if I accidentally eat them. I was 3 back then. But I’m 7 now. I know everything.
Shiro: *snorts* Sure, you do. But, it’s true though. They do grow. *kisses Pidge’s cheek* *blows raspberries* 
Pidge: *laughs* It’s not!! And stop it, Daddy Shiro!

Keith finally arrived and he went inside the hospital after parking his car. He honestly didn’t know where Shiro’s room was. His husband just texted him that it had his name plate outside. Like to hell with that! There were dozens of doctors in the place and Keith had no time to check them all out. So he went to the reception. There were currently three nurses. 

Keith: *smiles* Good Morning. I’m looking for Doctor Takashi Shirogane.
Nurse #1: *stares at Keith* 
Nurse #2: *nudges Nurse #1* *clears his throat* Um, *looks at Keith* do you happen to have any appointment with him? 
Keith: *soft voice* I’m kinda… his husband. So. 
Nurse #2: *blinks repeatedly* Oh… oh! 
Nurse #3: *takes over* Mr. Shirogane, your husband’s room is on the third floor. Four doors down to your right. *smiles kindly*
Keith: Thank you. *smiles back* *gives the three nurses a nod before he leaves*

Once Keith was gone…

Nurse #3: What the heck, you guys?! *slaps both his colleagues* You both just zoned out!! Daniella, Lyle. What was that all about?
Lyle: *looks at his friend* Dude. Brenda. My man. 
Brenda: What?
Lyle: I don’t even go for dudes, but, like, that guy just now was 100% my type. *shakes his friend’s arms* 
Daniella: You guys. *holds both her friends* I had a crush on Doctor Shirogane for a few days now, okay? Like, I admit this. Since he first logged-in in this very area during my shift. It was love at first sight you could say. *chuckles nervously* I knew he was out of my reach, obviously. *rolls eyes* But—
Brenda: He’s married though. *leans back and judges her friend* I get that most of us probably have a crush on him when he first started but like, dude—
Lyle: He’s married to the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid my eyes on. *smitten* I’m just ? How lucky? 
Daniella: I actually thought one day we’re going to see his wife since he brought his daughter today. Like maybe a bitchy looking wife. I dunno why I just imagined he would have one? But like a gold digger wife kind of wife?
Lyle: Dude. Same. I’m awful and so are you. *laughs* But I wouldn’t blame him if he suddenly went for the other team when he first saw his husband.
Daniella: Ugh. Doctor Shirogane is already hot. Then his husband is also hot. I don’t think that’s fair. You can’t be hot together. *drags hands down her face* 
Lyle: Brenda, what are you doing? *looks at his friend*
Brenda: *searches on the database* I’m trying to look for Doctor Shirogane. 
Daniella: *gasp* Are we even allowed to do that?! 
Brenda: *rolls eyes* Hospital records. It’s basically open for everyone who has access. Oh. Look. *points on the screen*
Lyle: Spouse. Keith Shirogane. What a beautiful name for such a beautiful man.
Brenda: Lyle, welcome to the dark side. *laughs*
Daniella: What will your girlfriend say now? *laughs*
Lyle: *groans* I feel like if I tell her, she’ll squeal in delight. *rolls eyes*

Keith finally found the room and he opened the door to see Pidge and Shiro cuddling, Pidge laughing so hard. Keith smiled as he made himself known.

Keith: How’s my little girl? *smiles*
Pidge: *turns around* Daddy Keith!
Keith: *gives Pidge a peck and hugs her tight* Missed my baby.
Shiro: She’s been messing around, using all of my prescription pads. *laughs*
Keith: Did she really? *bends down to kiss Shiro* Hi. *smiles softly*
Shiro: *whispers* Hi.
Pidge: *rolls eyes* Can we eat lunch now?
Shiro: *looks at Pidge* *chuckles* Of course. Let’s go.

The three of them went down to leave the hospital with Pidge between them, holding their hands while walking. The three nurses at the reception area just cooed at them as they watch them leave.

Lyle: *sniffles* I think I know now what “I hate seeing you go, but I love watching you leave” means.
Brenda: You’ll get over your broken heart, man. *pats Lyle dramatically*
Lyle: Okay, but seriously, guys. He’s just seriously fucking attractive. 
Brenda and Daniella: We get it, Lyle. Don’t worry. We agree 100%.

[Image is a five-panel comic. Two stick-figure girls are talking to each other throughout. The first girl says, “So, I heard you went to the doctor’s yesterday.” The second girl shrugs and replies, “Well, you know what they say–another day, another appointment!” The first girl says, “Uh-huh, great–so you’re all better now, right?” Sweat forms on the face of the second girl. Her eye twitches.]

Just stop, Susan.

ain’t no sunshine

for @timepetalsprompts ‘bed sharing’ trope. originally had a cracky interlude with donna, but sort of got too long (it still exists somewhere, though). fluff. and a little bit of crack and angst. ten x rose reunion fic.

AO3

He came around slowly; blinked a couple of times and attempted to focus on the mild haze of peachy and yellowish pinks in front of him. His head throbbed dully and persistently, inducing the vague feeling of nausea, which ricocheted upwards to his dizzy head. Feeling inexplicably warm and fuzzy, he let his eyes fall closed. When he opened his mouth, what escaped was a somewhat throaty sigh.

Instantaneously, a voice came drifting.

“Doctor?”

(Oh, what a nice voice. What a nice voice.)

“Donna, d’you know.” He slurred, tongue stiff and clammy in his mouth, “You sound JUS’ like Rose.”

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The joys of hairdressing

Very rarely do I have any clients that are outright rude to me. However, the other day, I had an older man come in (probably late 50’s, early 60’s) who was near impossible. TL;DR at the bottom.

I sit him down in my chair and the following occurs:

Me: How would you like your hair cut?
Him: I’d like a [clipper guard] #3 all over.
Me: So you want a buzz cut? #3 all over, including the top?
Him: Yep.

I proceed to buzz his hair with a #3.

Him: Wait, wait, don’t you normally use scissors? Isn’t there some technique to this?
Me: Not for a #3 all over. That’s a buzz cut.
Him: Well, now my hair’s ruined. I have to take photos soon!

Dude, it’s not my fault you’ve reached the age that you have and still can’t communicate the kind of cut you want. Don’t berate me because I can’t read your mind.
My manager, who’s heard all these exchanges, comes over to investigate/defend.

Him (client): This girl normally cuts my hair, she knows what to do!
Her (manager): You asked for a #3 all over, right?
Him: Yeah, I wanted a #3 around here (motions around sides and back of head) and scissors up here (motions to top of head).
Her: That’s actually a #3 around the sides and back, and a trim up top.
Him: Well I wish I would’ve said that!

My manager hangs back and observes while I trim his neckline and around his ears. The other stylists give me sympathetic looks.

Me: Would you like me to trim your eyebrows?
Him: Yeah, but don’t take them off! (Laughs derisively)

I measure out an eyebrow length with my comb and bring up my trimmers. My hands are shaking because hso I accidentally catch his eyelid with the edges of the trimmers. No blood, not even a scratch.

Him: OW! Jesus, maybe slow down! Okay? Maybe then you wouldn’t mess up so much! I just went to the doctor for that eye!

Yeah, because I totally knew that and did so out of malicious intent. Again, not a mind reader. I finish the rest in silence and comp the cut.

Him: Great. Gotta get photos taken and…(trails off as he leaves the salon)

Luckily, my managers and coworkers were on my side. They all said he’d been an asshole to them before, too. One of the older ladies told me I should’ve charged him regardless. The staff is very supportive and will defend stylists over customers every time.

TL;DR: Old asshole can’t verbally communicate how he wants his hair cut, verbally abuses stylist for her inability to read minds. There is no One True Men’s Haircut.

paleesky  asked:

EYYYYY *FINGER GUNS* 😂😂😂 SOOO A PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU! One day, pidge asks Keith," Daddy Keith! How does daddy Shiro smell so nice all the time?" THIS in turn causes Keith to be curious too and fluff happens. 😂😂💞💞💞 loove youuu!

I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JUST QUOTED “TEMPORARY FIX.” TO. ME. lmao

[The Voltron Family] The family was done with dinner and it was Pidge and Lance’s turn to wash the dishes. Keith was still in the table, trying to answer emails via phone. Shiro passed by Pidge by the sink—who just placed the plates Lance handed to her—and ruffled her hair.

Pidge: *annoyed* Daddy Shiro! Ugh. This is why I’m not getting any taller!
Shiro: *laughs* Hey! Don’t blame me on that! It’s not my fault you stay up too late. When you were younger, I made sure you slept at 8pm. Now that you’re 16, you’re staying up til what? 11pm? *fake gasp* Why, my child?
Pidge: Nonya. *grumbles*
Shiro: What?
Pidge: Nonya business. *sticks tongue out*
Shiro: Did you just quote Moana?
Lance: *sings* Moana~ Make way~ Make way~ *gathers the glasses*
Shiro: *turns back to Pidge* Goodnight, sweetheart. *leans in for a kiss*
Pidge: *disgruntled* *turns head away* *not giving in* *turns the faucet*
Shiro: *pouts* Oh, cmon. Keith, Pidge won’t give me a goodnight kiss!
Keith: *not looking up from his phone* Pidge, give your Daddy Shiro a goodnight kiss. 
Pidge: *grumbles* *turns* *gives Shiro a peck* Goodnight.
Shiro: *beams* Goodnight, sweetheart.

Shiro turned around to give Lance and Keith a goodnight kiss too. He left the kitchen and gave Hunk one as well who was in the living room. As soon as Shiro headed upstairs to the bedroom, Pidge spoke up.

Pidge: Daddy Keith, how come Daddy Shiro smells so nice all the time?
Keith: *looks up* *raises an eyebrow* You’d rather have him smelling bad?
Pidge: No! I mean like, he smells nice all the damn time.
Lance: *joins Pidge with the washing* I agree. Ever since we were kids, I noticed, since I like to hug him most of the time. He has this specific smell that’s so…. Daddy Shiro. It’s nice. 
Pidge: *nods* It’s nice, yeah. Like, he bathes in perfume or something.
Lance: Or he sweats perfume. *finger guns Pidge*
Pidge: Yeah. Not quite possible but yeah, seems like he sweats perfume. *eyes widens* I mean, DOES HE ACTUALLY SWEATS PERFUME?
Hunk: *joins them* I have a theory. What if he injects himself, so his sweat glands excrete such fragrant substance instead of the usual sweat?
Lance: Well, Daddy Shiro IS a doctor. 
Pidge: What does he actually even do inside his clinic? *twitches eyes*

Now that got Keith curious. As soon as he went up to the master bedroom, he looked for Shiro who just got out of the bathroom (with just a towel to cover his lower parts) and was looking for a pair of pyjamas. Keith eyed him suspiciously.

Keith: *wraps his hands around Shiro’s waist* Takashi. *rests his chin on top of Shiro’s shoulder* *sneakily tries to smell him*
Shiro: *turns his head* Oh, Keith. Did you want to take a bath together?
Keith: *shakes head* No, no, it’s fine. *closes his eyes and clicks his tongue* Dammit. The kids were right. 
Shiro: Uh?? About what?
Keith: They have this ridiculous theory that you sweat perfume.
Shiro: *in disbelief* What? *laughs* Oh my god? What?
Keith: *lets go of Shiro* I might actually have to agree on that. You smell really good. All the time. I mean, I know you just took a bath but you smell exactly the same even in the morning, at noon and even when you get home from work. Like, you really really smell good all the time. What are you using? I don’t see you spraying perfume in the morning on a Saturday?! We stayed home the whole day. So you have no excuse. Are you secretly not human? Are you what? An alien? Did I marry an alien all this time?! No human is allowed to look and smell that good 25/8, Takashi.
Shiro: *laughs and pulls Keith into a hug* You and the kids are being silly.
Keith: I want proof that you’re not an alien. *eyes Shiro suspiciously*
Shiro: *gives Keith a peck* I think you’re forgetting one huge factor here, baby.
Keith: What? 
Shiro: You smell really good, too. And we’re always together, so… *nuzzles Keith’s neck with his nose*
Keith: *laughs* Shiro, stop that! I haven’t even taken a bath yet. 
Shiro: *smiles* See, that’s the thing. You smell so fresh all the time. Are you using that perfume I gave you earlier this year?
Keith: Yeah I am. Really good too— *stops and slaps Shiro playfully* Stop changing the subject! Oh my god.
Shiro: *laughs even harder* I think it’s my body wash actually that your Mom gives me every year.
Keith: *jaw drops* My own mother gives you body wash every year?
Shiro: Yeah, every birthday. I told her I liked it the first time and she’s been my supplier ever since. Also, I think the lotion I use too. And maybe that facial cream and of course, my perfume—
Keith: Oh my god. How many stuff do you even put on your body?
Shiro: Hey! As much as I’d like to say I wake up looking and smelling like this, I don’t exactly look like a Roman god without putting effort. *winks*
Keith: *in disbelief* The kids thought you were injecting perfume!
Shiro: Pffftt! That’s so ridiculous. *blinks* But actually not a bad idea. Huh.
Keith: *slaps* Don’t you dare, Takashi Shirogane.
Shiro: *smirks* Oh? Do I get a prize if I don’t? *pulls Keith in*
Keith: Hmmm, I dunno. What would you like, Takashi? *raises an eyebrow*
Shiro: What would I… like? *leans in*
Pidge: Daddy Keith! *enters the room* Did you find out about Daddy Shiro?
Shiro: Every. Damn. Time. *grits his teeth*
Keith: *laughs* This is actually all your fault to be honest. 

Anon asked: Hiiiii! can you write a destiel prompt based on that video where a husband wakes up from surgery and doesn’t know his wife and starts hitting on her? its so fluffy. maybe dean is getting out of a surgery and just doesn’t remember anything? please and thank you very much!

“I am not going to film my husband waking up from his anesthesia for your amusement, Gabriel,” Castiel said, watching the doors the nurse said that they would be bringing Dean through.

“Come on, Cassie!” His brother whined. “This is a once in a life time opportunity! Imagine all stuff you could get him say! I’m begging you. I’ll pay you!”

“I said no, Gabe.” The doors swung open and Castiel stood up. “I have to go.”

“Just ask him if he was serious about castrating me if I hit on Sam!” Castiel ended the call and followed the nurses down the hall to what would be Dean’s room.

“He’ll probably be out for a while. Just hit the call button when he wake up. Try to get him to eat something before we bring the medication.” Castiel nodded and thanked the nurse before sitting down next to Dean’s bed.

He spent the next hour checking and responding to him emails and doing some reading until Dean moaned softly.

“Hey,” He said, standing up and walking over to the bed. The nurse had left a small pack of ghram crackers on the tray, which Castiel opened up. “Here, you need to eat this.”

“It hurts,” Dean whined, not opening his eyes.

“I’ll call for the doctor in a second. But you need to eat this first.” Dean pouted and opened his eyes to see what he was supposed to be eating. They widened when they saw Castiel, then his face settled into an easy grin.

“Hello, nurse,” He said. “Is it time for my check up?”

Castiel tried not to laugh at him as he shook his head. “Eat the cookie, Dean.”

“Seriously, you can’t be a nurse. No nurse I’ve ever seen is that hot. Are you a model?”

“No,” Castiel said, gently guiding Dean’s arm toward his mouth so that he’d take the hint. Dean took a bite out of the ghram cracker, his eyes never leaving Castiel.

“If you’re not a nurse, why are you here? I didn’t know Make a Wish stretched to small time surgeries, too. Why else would there be such a gorgeous guy in my room.”

“I’m your husband, Dean. Where else would I be?” Dean gawked at him.

“You’re my husband? Really?”

“Really.” Dean’s face lit up like a small child on Christmas morning.

“No way,” He said, taking another bite of the cookie. “How long?”

“We’ve been together for ten years. Married for three,” Castiel informed him.

“Do we have kids?” Dean asked after he swallowed the cookie.

“No. But we have a dog.”

“You’re just so hot,” Dean said, staring at him. “Are we really married?”

“Yes, Dean. Here, eat another cracker.” Dean reached for it and winced.

“It hurts, baby,” Dean said, pouting again. “Do I call you that?”

“You call your car baby. You call me angel.”

“Angel,” Dean repeated. Castiel’s phone rang and he turned to get it. “Well, that ass is a gift from God so I guess it’s only fitting.”

Castiel gave him a look and answered the phone.

“Hey Sam…Yes, everything went well, he’s just a little out of it at the moment.” Castiel moved back across the room and pressed the call button then ran his fingers through Dean’s hair. “Tell Gabriel that I did not film him in his moment of weakness…I’ll have him call when he’s not so loopy…You, too.”

He hung up the phone and looked at Dean. “The doctor will be here soon with your medication. Are you feeling okay?”

“Uh huh,” Dean nodded, looking at him with big, love filled eyes.

“What are you looking at?” Castiel asked, smiling a little.

“I’m just trying to figure out how I got so lucky.”

“Your good looks had a lot to do with it,” Castiel teased. The doctor came in before Dean could respond.

“Hello, Mr. Winchester,” He said, looking at Dean’s file. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good,” Dean said, smiling at Castiel. “I’ve had an angel looking after me.”