this is good enough until morning

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Reader x Mikaelson Family


“I told you I didn’t want to why would you tell everyone I would play?” You hissed at him.

 

“(Y/N) I have heard you play many times and you have a wonderful talent…” He started but you shook your head and cut him off.

 

“No Elijah I can’t even make it through one song and I’ve never played in front of anyone, there’s a difference between you hearing it because you were in the house and me playing for you.” You sighed and hurried off, pushing past Rebekah who hurried after you.

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The thing that sucked about being a college athlete was that Nursey had to watch his weight. He had to stay healthy; he couldn’t afford to sleep in and miss breakfast because he’d need the calories to burn during practice.

The offseason is different, though. Nursey always started out taking care of himself, but by the time finals started cropping up he was sleeping until 10 minutes before his classes and going to poetry workshops in the evening and staying up to the early hours of the morning working. He was constantly busy, he was constantly tired, and he didn’t have enough time to- well, he didn’t have time to take care of himself.

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Lost - Stiles Stilinski

Requested. | Not my gif.| I started classes again so I’ll be uploading imagines more late. So please be patient! 

Since you walked into school this morning, your head was just spinning. You weren’t feeling good at all. Ever since your little fight with Stiles last night made you upset and today was no different. You have been ignoring Stiles ever since.

Riiinnnngggg.

“I can’t take it anymore” you mumbled to yourself.

You had enough. Three hours of school was enough for you. Your head wouldn’t stop spinning and it was getting harder to avoid Stiles. As everyone was going to their class you were heading out the door.

You got into your car and left the parking lot. It wasn’t until you drove for a couple minutes that you couldn’t’ drive. Your head was hurting you and you couldn’t focus on your driving. You ended up stopping at the first street you past. You went to go lay down in the backdseat to rest for a while.

All day Stiles tried to find his girlfriend in school but no luck. He was sitting in his last class for the day and stared at the empty desk in front of him where you usually sit. Stiles wanted to apologize for yelling at you. He felt bad after you ran out the house.

“Any luck?” Scott whispered behind Stiles.
“No” Stiles sighed. “I texted her a million times by now”
“Class is almost over. You can check her place” Scott stated.

Stiles hopes that she’s at home if not then something bad must have happened to her. As soon as the bell rang Stiles ran out the classroom. When he was driving to your house he ran a few red lights. In no time he arrived at your house.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

“C’mon” Stiles mumbled.

Your mom had answered the door with an annoyed expression.

“What’s wrong with you, Stiles?” Mrs. (Y/L/N) asked.
“Is (Y/N) home yet?” Stiles asked.
“No, Is something going on?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Oh uh” Stiles had to come up with a lie. “I was just wondering if she still went to the mall with Lydia. If she hadn’t then I would come over”
“Well, she’s not home which means she’s with Lydia” She stated.
“Right. Thank you, Mrs. (Y/L/N)” Stiles nodded.
“Goodbye Stiles” She shut the door.

Stiles couldn’t believe that she wasn’t home. What if something bad happened to you? All he can remember that argument about helping you but wouldn’t let her. Stiles got back in his Jeep and began driving home. Maybe he can get Scott to track you down.

When Stiles turned into his street he immediately saw your car parked. He quickly ran to your car.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!” Stiles yelled.

As he reached your car he noticed you in the back seat asleep. He opened the door and woke you up.

“Stiles?” you said groggily.
“(Y/n), I was worried sick about you. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Stiles asked.
“Stiles I’m fine” You got out of the car. “My head was hurting so I decided to rest for a bit”
“Thank god you’re okay” Stiles wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so sorry”
“Stiles” you wrapped your arms around his waist. “It’s okay”

Stiles and you headed to his place so you can rest some more. You were happy being with Stiles again. The both of you hated being away from each other. The both of you agreed to text each other when their upset with another.

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♒ Kate and Clint

Headcanon meme, Cooking/Food

It’s like this.  Every time Clint breaks a “really seriously load-bearing” bone, he cheerfully declares it to be a paincation, which is like a staycation but with more schedule 2 drugs.  The first time Kate breaks a RSLB bone she makes Clint so insane that he says he’s going to shake his tenants down for schedule 1 drugs FOR HIMSELF if she doesn’t GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP.

This is how Kate ends up watching cooking shows at three in the morning. She watches enough Chef’s Table to get delusions of grandeur and she sits through Good Eats until she knows enough to be dangerous.  The guy whose kneecap is in three pieces is a convenient test audience for anything that isn’t dog-safe, 

and look man,

Kate is the kind of type A that assumes that sincere commentary, especially praise, is sarcastic.  She coaxes Clint into the kitchen with promises of Thai if he doesn’t like her ‘invention’ and she gets him propped up on the counter and she stands on a bag of dog food so she can be at (almost) eye level when she says “Tell me what you think.  Be brutally honest.  I will know if you’re lying, Bobbi and Nat made me a spreadsheet of all your tells.”

  • this is true
  • it’s an actual sortable document

Therefore after a couple of abortive attempts to be chivalrous and a well-intentioned pass at diplomacy, Clint just goes full-on Gordon Ramsay.  The more creatively profane he is, the more delighted Kate is by the feedback.  

Katie-Kate why would you cook with anything that has been banned by international treaty?  

the Geneva convention does not include cilantro, Hawkeye.

this is not a deconstructed bouillabaisse, it is biochemical warfare. it should be emtombed in glass and placed into an underground bunker.

I can’t wait to go on so many adventures with you.

I can’t wait for the drives on our way to new places when we we listen to good music and fit kisses in during every red light. The morning drives when our eyes are sleepy and we need caffeine and the sunrise makes us feel fresh and new. The late night drives where the darkness envelopes us and the cities light up our dashboard and our eyes and we feel like the night is infinite.

I can’t wait to go to shitty bars and sit in a corner together until we’re drunk enough to dance and then sneak off to have sex against the bathroom stall wall. And I can’t wait for staying out until sunrise, grabbing food at Waffle House and celebrating the beginning of another day together.

I can’t wait to find new places to eat with you and to never stop discovering stuff. To find places we love so much that we become regulars there. I can’t wait to explore our own hometown. I can’t wait for lazy days when we want to go see a new movie and cuddle in the back of a theater.

I can’t wait to travel to new places with you. Wandering around like tourists and ducking into little coffee shops when it gets cold or going for walks when the weather is nice. I can’t wait to go to new cities, states, countries with you by my side.

—  all I’ve been thinking about lately is experiencing life with you
Zimbits hugs headcanons

- A short hug at the train station to say hi.
- A much longer much more loving hug when they get to Jack’s apartment
- Sad hugs because Jack lost a game and is blaming himself and Bitty just hold him very tight and pets his back and hair until Jack feels better
- Jack hugging Bitty from behind when Bitty is cooking (bonus: neck kisses)
- Bitty’s “put these flash cards away and [redacted] with me” hugs
- Bedtime warm cuddling and slow caresses until they both fall asleep
- Morning hugs “noooo don’t leeeave you’re waaaarm”
- “Good luck for tonight’s match” happy hug + peck on the lips combo
- “OH MY GOD YOU WERE SO GOOD I’M SO PROUD OF YOU” followed by Bitty throwing himself at Jack
- “see you soon” sad hugs (hugS because the first hug just wasn’t enough)
- Permanent hugging and cuddling in the Haus/Bitty’s room (followed by a shit ton of chirps and Jack putting a $100 check in the sin bin because he’s “not planning on stopping soon”)
- Really just a LOT of hugs because these idiots are adorable and so in love it’s ridiculous

Sunday Seven

1) I worked enough last pay period that my paycheck was larger than when I made $9.50 more per hour, and I’m on track to do it again. I worked almost 8 hours yesterday, on top of my regular work week.

2) It’s a good thing, because we are still so far behind from when I was laid off after my heart attack. And the two kids in college is killing us, despite all the scholarships they got. Fingers crossed. So far they get to stay.

3) I slept in until 9:56 this morning. I know; I can’t believe it either.

4) I made Nick a sausage and egg muffin and coffee for breakfast, and made Sophia quesadillas. She actually requested corn instead of flour. I’m the only one in the family who prefers corn, so that tickled me for some reason.

5) I am finally cleaning my long neglected kitchen and listening to the Talking Heads.. There’s something soothing about doing dishes in hot soapy water, and the snowflake Pyrex dishes I thrifted years ago still make me happy.

6) Now I’m going to make tuna quesadillas for myself and watch British mysteries with Sophia. When she asks to hang out with me, I can’t say no.

7) I think I was tagged a few times, but I am so far behind on Tumblr, it’s ridiculous. I will try to catch up, but no promises. I miss your faces, your heartfelt words, and your witticisms.

A picture after the half marathon this morning. I really wanted to break two hours but failed. Oh well. I need to learn to eat while running because I didn’t have any energy after mile 8 and then I got a wicked arch cramp at mile 9 that wouldn’t subside until I walked a bit. I ended up finishing in 2:04 which isn’t my best by any stretch but good enough I guess.

Late Summer Warmth (Trolls Fanfic)

I’m on fire and I hope you still haven’t got tired of me, because here! Have another one! I had this one half-written yesterday and now is ready. Hope you enjoy :)

AO3

Summary: Humans!AU. Poppy is babysitting Mr. Dinkles for a couple of days. Everything was laughs and fun until she locked herself out in her own backyard at 5 a.m. in the morning while taking him to tinkle. Good thing she could throw pebbles to her crush neighbor’s window who happened to have a spare key to her house. If it wasn’t embarrassing enough, just wait until you have to face him wearing lacy pajamas.


The thing about late summer nights is that sometimes they reminded you fall was just around the corner and other times they reminded you it was still summer. Other times, like this one, it seemed that the weather just couldn’t decide.

Why was it a problem? Because Poppy liked to sleep under the covers to feel it was fall, or at least close to it, and she couldn’t do it if it was still hot enough to get her sweaty if she did. In order to avoid this, she opted to wear one of the nightgowns she wore during the hottest part of summer so she could throw the fluffy, heavy covers she loved to use during fall and winter.

And there she was, warm and cozy, sleeping and dreaming about cupcakes and rainbows, and perhaps some grumpy guy that caught her eye when Mr. Dinkles the Chihuahua woke her up licking her face.

She rolled to her side, groaning. But the Chihuahua didn’t give up. He kept licking her face and whining until she opened her eyes. He had to go.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you know any good time travel or parallel universe fanfics? I really liked Misdialed and The World on his Wrist. Thanks so much!

Hello! I was honestly surprised by how many of these I actually have, I hope you enjoy!

Groundhog Day: John has to relive the same day time and again. The title speaks for itself, really.

World Enough, and Time: John’s morning starts badly, and it only gets worse, until it shatters his life completely and takes everything he cares for with it. The next morning is the same. And the next. As the past repeats itself John can only look at Sherlock in confusion and wonder what he knows that John does not.

Without Knowing How: John grows up reading about a fictional detective named Sherlock Holmes but, after nearly dying in Afghanistan, finds himself in a world where Sherlock Holmes is very much real.

John’s Midnight Garden (I haven’t read this one so I’m not sure if it’s parallel universe or not but it seems like it is?): I’m not sure if the OP has ever read Tom’s Midnight Garden, but it’s what I thought of immediately when I read this prompt and I make no apologies about any similarities between this fic and that book (but I will say that it is by Phillipa Pearce, not me, I don’t own any of it, and it’s brilliant - it’s also one of the only books in the world that makes me cry every time I read it, without fail).

Waiting To Be Known: John Watson has been saving Sherlock Holmes life for a very long time, even if he doesn’t know it.

A Second Chance: Sherlock Holmes opens the matchbox from The Sign of Three and finds himself years in the past, back to that first dinner at Angelo’s with a much younger John Watson. Is he dreaming?

The Repeated Image: Sherlock is reborn into the same life every time he dies, and he finds John in them all

If you know a fic like this, please reblog or reply with a title and author or a link!

Lazy Mornings with Zelo

• you are not much of a morning person so he usually wakes up before you

• him just laying on his side to face you for a couple of minutes and just watch you sleep, admiring your features. 

 • him running his fingers from your waist through your thighs but gentle enough that you won’t wake up. 

 • after those couple of minutes of admiring, he just grabs you from your waist gently close to him and snuggle you up. 

 • him giving you small sweet pecks on your forehead, tip of your nose, your cheek while his hands runs through your body still until you wake up. 

 • the moment you open your eyes, a smiling Junhong greets you with the softest good morning as he gently gives you good morning kisses that you love so much. 

 • you return the favor as you lightly grab his face and softly kiss his chin, his jaw and moving up to his lips. 

 • you two stays still cuddled up for a couple of minutes until he starts to complain how hungry he is. 

 • “ wanna order take out for breakfast ?” you say. 

 • “ take out for breakfast.” he mumbles as he closes his eyes and nuzzle his face on your neck.


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alternate definitions
  1. tea: magic that swirls in a glass to take your worries away that even humans can make–no witchcraft required; the scent of longing for peace, but not peace itself as you find that within; a ritual of self discovery that lasts only as long as the leaves seep in the hot water
  2. puppy: a creature whose very existence fills your being with joy until you feel you’re going to burst with affection, happiness, and wonder. also known as unconditional love.  
  3. pick your poison: on the surface level, it seems like there are no choices available except those presented to you; however, the choice to walk away is usually forgotten 
  4. lonesome: a state that is often visited when self doubt and unworthiness creep into your mind because feeling good enough for friends seems hard enough when you hate your self. of course, acknowledging that your reason for loneliness might be self sabotaged is mostly ignored
  5. ethereal: the small hours in the morning when the world is still dark and you’re talking in hushed whispers with your lover as street lights shine through the window
  6. sonder: if lives are books written by experience, then there are billions of others you have yet to have read
  7.  a thundering storm: desert rain that smells of earth and concrete, a cleanse for the dry heat that roasts the skin, but if enjoyed too much, the world drowns away 

Okay but secretly talented!singer Burr who never sings in front of people (not unless its in certain circumstances like in the car with his sister who is loud enough to drown out his voice) but who sings in the shower every morning when he wakes up and quietly in the kitchen when he’s by himself. He doesn’t think he’s good at all and never really took singing too seriously, so he keeps it to himself.

So when Alexander wakes up after their first night together, blinking at the empty bed beside him, he feels his chest go tight until he hears the shower on and relaxes back into the sheets. He’s prepared to get another few minutes of sleep when he hears the low murmur of singing. At first he thinks it can’t be Aaron–he would never imagine Burr to be the type to sing in the shower, then after he lies in bed a few more seconds, carefully listening, he can only come to the realization that it is in fact Aaron Burr singing not twenty feet away from him.

So he slowly crawls out of bed and stands by the door. He can hear Aaron’s voice crooning to a song Alex doesn’t recognize and he sounds so good. Maybe its the shower acoustics, but Alex feels his heart thud just from listening to it. Aaron finishes that song and maybe repeats a few more lyrics before moving onto another song entirely and Alex slides down the wall next to the bathroom door and sits there just listening to Aaron sing, marveling at how talented he is. 

He’s still a little tired so he doesn’t even think about moving when the shower cuts off and Aaron opens the door with a towel tied around his waist, a few stray drops of water dripping down his chest. He freezes when he sees Alexander right there and then realizes that he had totally forgot about not singing with someone else so close and he just…stands there, waiting with tense shoulders, unsure about what Alex will say. 

Alexander just blinks sleepily up at him, then gives him a slow smile: “You have a beautiful voice.” 

Aaron feels his face go hot and he hurries past Alexander to grab some clothes because he forgot to grab those, too. 

:U Approx 7 hours of work (I am NEVER DRAWING ARMY UNIFORMS AGAIN!)

     PEOPLE I NEED MORE HUMAN PENGUIN FICS!!! I  was mainly inspired by this story  in terms of who took care of Private until he could join the team…

    When I was drawing this I thought that Uncle Nigel put Private in a good school in England. Anyway on this day after months of being busy with their work Skipper, Kowalski and Rico come to visit. 7 year-old Private is peeved because he thinks he is old enough to join them so he leaves the house angry in the morning after a fight with them.

    He went on a field trip with his class to a museum and got caught up in museum rob which resulted him and 17 other children along with 2 teachers being held hostage in their school bus in front of the museum.

This of course doesn’t sit well with his brothers and although the authorities should handle the situation (Ahem, maybe Northwind?) they create and epic bust out plan.

Meanwhile, Private is trying to deal with the situation internally (which is why he has the bruised knuckles) which doesn’t end with him winning.

As usual: Rico and Skipper tend to be the physical contact whilst Kowalski acts from behind (that is why only Skipper and Rico have bruises) but he contribuites with mini-bombs (and that is why he is full of dust and goggle eyes).

Long story short: 3 Big Bro’s come to their little Private which ends in a mush fest. Kowalski is just relieved to have Private back (+ Skipper and Rico being more calm again) as he puts the shock blanket over him. Rico is happy but distressed because Private is crying (since he thinks it is all his fault) and he can’t handle a crying Private. Skipper is trying not to bash any heads in and focus on soothing his youngest Trooper.

THE END

I NEEDED FLUFF AND ANGST OKAY?!?! I NEEDED IT! Leave me behind I am in too deep in the feels

Hey, Hotshot (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

@folignsky​ requested Alexander x Reader with “just cute shit and maybe how him and reader meet and him telling them that he likes em and their first kiss? Idk”

@lonelybisexalloser​ requested “OMF “pipe the fuck down, asshole” WITH ALEX PLZ ILY”

A/N: Omg it’s my first A.Ham one so I really hope you all like it! Sorry for being so MIA but now I’m back in the game more regularly (at least until school starts again)

Word Count: 1,831

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You sighed deeply to yourself as you heard the noise of your upstairs neighbour talking very loudly.

At two in the morning.

Again.

It was the third time this week, although similar incidents had happened twice the week before.

Frankly, you had had enough.

You put on slippers as you made your way out of your bed, wearing your favourite pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, as was the norm when you had a big test the next morning. You always did your best to get a good night’s rest before a big exam, but your upstairs neighbour who had moved in a month ago was making that difficult as of late. This made you absolutely furious. How dare they constantly be taking away your precious sleeping time? You barely slept as it is with university and your job constantly kicking your ass. Some jerk-face who clearly couldn’t shut up did not have the right to take away the little amount of sleep you could get.

You knocked on the door rather loudly due to your rage, so you took a deep breath to calm yourself down. Yes you were angry, but you were also going to be civil about this. However, as the door was opened you came face to face with the most gorgeous eyes you had ever seen, and your breath got caught in your throat. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, maybe it was the fact that this man was unfairly handsome, but your mind went blank.

“Um… Can I help you?” The man inquired.

You remembered your original intention of coming up there and you cleared your throat.

“Yeah, you can pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

Smooth, Y/N. Very smooth.

“Excuse me?” The man looked affronted, which, granted, he had a right to be, but you also had reason for your anger.

“It is two in the morning and I have an exam first thing and I can’t sleep because literally all I hear is you talking about who knows what to who knows who and it is not the first time this week  or even this month and I am sick of it!”

You let out a breath and chanced a glance at the man. He looked very shocked at your outburst, but then his expression grew apologetic.

“Oh god I am so sorry I didn’t realize how well sound travels through here.”

“Yeah well now you know. And I would greatly appreciate it if you kept it down.”

The man ran a hand through his long hair.

“Yeah yeah, of course. Sorry again. I- shit have I seriously been keeping you awake all this time?”

You sighed, feeling very resigned, suddenly regretting your decision to come up here since now both you and your upstairs neighbour seemed to feel like shit.

“Uh huh.”

“Shit, I really didn’t mean to I-… is there any way I can make it up to you?”

You smiled softly at his sincerity.

“Unless you can somehow help me magically pass this psychology exam, then I think I’ll just have to remain helpless.”

The man’s eyes lit up and his smile grew. You furrowed your brows in response.

“Introductory psychology?”

“Yes?”

“Well it just so happens that I am currently acing that class right now, and would love to help you out for your exam tomorrow.”

Your smile grew to match his.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah I mean if you don’t mind-”

“This exam is at 8am and I need all the help I can get,” you quickly cut him off, causing him to chuckle.

“My name is Alexander Hamilton.”

“Y/N L/N,” you replied.

“I can’t promise you snacks while we study though,” he admitted. You smiled at his consideration and let out a small laugh.

“I have leftover pasta and some cookies at my place,” you offered.

Alex grinned at you.

“Well then let’s get started.”


Months later, you were sitting in your room, wishing that the incessant typing noise was coming from your laptop, but unfortunately, you haven’t gotten an idea about what to write in over five minutes. You looked up from your screen to see your now best friend, Alexander Hamilton, writing his essay like a madman.

“You know, I think we should take a break now.”

“Can’t. I’m on a roll. I have to get this essay done.”

He didn’t even look up from his laptop, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“How close to the word count are you?”

“Um… about three hundred…”

He trailed off and you sighed.

“Over or under?”

“Is that really even a question, Y/N?”

He grinned at you and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Jesus Christ Alex! You’re making the rest of us look bad!”

“Nah, you never look bad, babe.”

You couldn’t help but giggle and blush, though you rolled your eyes at him. About twenty minutes after you first met he had begun calling you babe as a term of endearment, and had also taken to flirting with you a lot. Not that you minded of course, considering that you were harbouring feelings for him. You were first drawn to those incredible eyes of his, but once you began studying with him, his intelligence and ability to phrase things so eloquently had captured your heart.

You spent copious amounts of time together now. Your study sessions had turned into coffee runs, had turned into grabbing lunch when you were both on campus, had turned into spending time at each other’s apartments whenever you were both home. He had quickly become your confidant, your shoulder to cry on, your main support. He was your best friend.

But oh, how you wished you could be more.

“Pfff you haven’t seen my bedhead,” you replied to him.

“Ooo is this your not-so-subtle way of inviting me to spend the night? That’s very forward of you, babe. At least buy me dinner first,” he said as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You snorted and rolled your eyes.

“You wish, hotshot. If anything, you’re buying me dinner since you’ve been eating all my food today.”

“Deal. How about we order in pizza, my treat? We can watch a movie while we eat.”

Your smile slowly grew and you willed your heartbeat to slow down.

“Don’t forget the breadsticks.”


You had settled on watching Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back with Alex, both of you sitting side by side as it played on your laptop while you ate your pizza and breadsticks. Once you had finished eating you let yourself cuddle up to Alexander more as he put his arm around you. You smiled to yourself. It had not taken the two of you much time to become very comfortable with each other. Alexander was a lot more affectionate than you had expected when you first met, and it thrilled you when he would put his arm around you, hug you, or sometimes kiss your head. You knew that having feelings for your friend was a bad thing, since you knew he couldn’t possibly feel the same, but the feelings just wouldn’t go away. You sighed softly.

“Penny for your thoughts, babe?”

You looked at him.

“It’s not important,” you said quietly.

“Hey none of that. Everything you say is important,” he assured you.

His eyes locked with yours as he spoke, his voice firm but gentle. You bit your lip.

“Alex… I… what would you do if there was someone you liked, but you couldn’t tell them?”

He hesitated before responding. There was a strange look in his eyes that you couldn’t quite place.

“Is this about that Aaron Burr guy you were talking to when I came to pick you up from your sociology class today?”

“No, but I’m worried about ruining the relationship I already have with this person if I tell them I have feelings for them-”

“Oh god, it’s Angelica, isn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes and sighed impatiently. Part of you wanted to scream at him, the other part was sort of entertained by him trying to guess.

“It doesn’t matter who it’s about! Please, Alex… I just really need some advice. I like this person— a lot— and since they probably don’t like me back anyway I…. is it worth it to risk my friendship with them to tell them how I feel?”

You couldn’t look into his eyes anymore and stared at your lap. He took a few moments to respond.

“Y/N… you are the most incredible woman I have ever met. You’re gorgeous and intelligent and you can make me laugh like no one else can. Anyone would be so incredibly lucky to have you, and they would be an absolute idiot not to like you back. I would tell them. If they’re really your friend, they’ll stick with you no matter what.”

You swallowed hard.

“I- even if that’s true, I wouldn’t know how to tell them! Alex, you’re the one that’s so good with words. You always know what to say and I’m already going to make a fool out of myself if I admit my feelings to them, but it’s gonna be even worse because I’ll trip and stumble over my words-”

“Shhhh. It’s okay.”

He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear and smiled encouragingly at you, although there was something else behind it that you couldn’t quite read.

“Y/N, it’s alright. I know you’re afraid that they won’t like you back, that you’ll make a fool of yourself… but you have to take that chance. It could end in something great. And hey, no matter what happens, I’ll always be here for you.”

Your stomach felt as though it was in knots.

“Alex-” you whispered.

“I’m serious. You’re not going to lose me no matter what. And hey, if you’re scared of stuttering or not saying the right thing, actions speak louder than words, you know.”

He was right.

So you kissed him.

When he remained still for a few seconds your heart sank and you began to pull away, but you were stopped by Alexander cupping your face and responding with his lips gently. You felt your heart grow lighter as you placed your hands on his chest, kissing him back with more passion, which he reciprocated eagerly.

Eventually you both pulled away so you could catch your breath. Alex was grinning and looked positively dazed.

“I-it- me? You were talking about me? You were asking me for advice about me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh and peck his lips. He responded by pulling you closer, which made you grin.

“Yeah. I think the advice worked.”

“Of course it did. I’m a genius,” he replied cheekily.

“Whatever you say, hotshot,” you replied while rolling your eyes.

“Your hotshot,” he grinned.

“And don’t you forget it.”

You smiled and he kissed you gently, mumbling against your lips.

“How could I forget the best day of my life?”

Naughty Doughnuts

Based on this tumblr post and also originally written in the comments of said tumblr post. I just wanted to separate this story from the original post for tidiness reasons.


Tony stormed out onto his porch, pissed after the phone call he’d just had with his dad and in need of fresh air. Fucking Howard! Tony had created artificial intelligence and the man still wasn’t impressed. “CAN I JUST FUCKING BE GOOD ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY MAKE YOU FEEL SOMETHING!”

The sound of a very familiar motorcycle came down the road and was accompanied by shouts of, “YOU ARE PERFECT!”

“YOU MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE!”

Tony groaned and covered his face with his hand.

Of course his two adorkable neighbors had to have heard him as they were coming home from…

Tony frowned and looked at his watch. It was 3am in the morning (Howard and him kept weird hours, plus Tony was in college; it would be weird if he didn’t stay up until 4am). “What the hell were you two doing at this hour?”

Steve–the beautiful blond Adonis of the adorkable duo–parked the bike in his driveway as Bucky–sexy god of sass–held up a large paper bag.

“Doughnuts. Want one?” Bucky hollered.

“And ruin my figure? Hell yes!” Tony kicked open the door to the house he was renting. “Get your asses in here.”

“You know, if you had told us doughnuts was all Bucky and I needed to get you to invite us over for the night, we would have done so sooner.”

Tony flushed a little at that, telling himself not to take Steve’s flirting too seriously. Steve and Bucky were the hugest flirts. Tony didn’t know which of them was worse. Bucky had the most skill, but Steve liked to trick people with his sweet, baby face and then out of nowhere say something filthy.

Tony loved it.

But of course the two of them were dating each other, so what hope did Tony have?

Bucky and Steve came bounding into his house. Bucky had shoved a long rectangle shaped doughnut in his mouth and was making happy sounds as he used his tongue to lick up the frosting. Steve was had shoved one finger through his doughnut’s hole and was nibbling the outer rim.

Both smirked at Tony.

“Oh my god!” Tony rolled his eyes and smacked himself on the forehead. “You two are so fucking ridiculous. I would kick you out right now if I wasn’t craving sugar.”

Bucky opened his mouth.

Tony thrust a silencing finger up. “And no ‘I can give you some sugar, sugar’ comment.”

Bucky grinned. “You know me so well.”

“This is why we love you,” Steve said.

Tony sputtered. “Shut up!”

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((AHHH!! anon you are so nice!! im  sure i can whip something up for you!! And no, i have written before, just never overwatch!))

    There was nothing better than enjoying early morning coffee with someone like Jack. Jack was, and still is a rough person until you get to know him. 

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Always (Feysand Fic)

Hi guys! I wrote this fic for @readingequalslife13. So I hope you guys enjoy. Excuse the mistakes and I hope this is fluffy enough. Next I will writing the fic about Tamlin and Jonas visiting the night court. Until then!

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Guy tries to destroy my friend's business, I recognise his handiwork in a job interview.

I was hiring for a level 2 tech position at a carrier that i worked at by day, while I contracted out on the side by night. One of my customers had a former employee who had not yet had his VPN access disabled, who logged in and destroyed a lot of their infrastructure, which I had to repair. we worked through the night until the next morning to rebuild it.

So I’ve been interviewing people here and there, and this guy comes in with a seemingly good resume, so I give him an interview.

When I asked him some technical questions about complex things he’d worked on, he described a setup that was identical to the one I had to repair, and it was a pretty unusual setup. I quickly texted the owner of the other company, and sure enough it was the same guy. On a hunch, I texted a girl I knew - she’d had a boyfriend who’d gotten her pregnant and bailed, leaving her with a lease to pay on her own. I’d only ever heard about him by first name but he fitted the physical description.. IT WAS THE SAME F*CKING GUY. No sh*t.

I decided to waste his time with the longest, most stressful, awkward, and technically difficult job interview I’ve ever given, before giving him real hope that he was the best candidate and would most likely get the job, and that for the right person we’d pay for their moving expenses and pay above what was advertised, with bonuses and perks.

I never called him to let him know he was very, very unsuccessful, and let him sit for weeks thinking he was getting his dream job.

F*ck that guy.

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