this one is kinda weird huh

Nessian to celebrate ACOWAR releasing today and my sadness cause I won’t be able to read it until the end of May *cries*

Why doesnt SOMEONE do something aobut ALL THESE FUCKING BOTS ON social MEDIA ???????????????
  • Co-Worker: *internally* The new guy is so cool. Well, I guess he's not the new guy anymore because he has been working here for months now, but he's still great. I look up to him so much. He's funny, and outgoing. He even gave me a cute nickname. He never recognizes my affection for him, but I think today is the day. Today is the day he'll realize how cool and cute I am.
  • Co-Worker: H-Hi!
  • New Guy: Hey, braids.
  • Co-Worker: Do you like music?
  • New Guy: Yeah, I mean everyone likes music. Kinda weird if you don't. You're friends with that rep, right?
  • Co-Worker: Huh?
  • New Guy: You know, the mopey one. Dark hair. Does she like me?
  • Co-Worker: Everyone likes you. I like you.
  • New Guy: Yeah, but that rep. That rep doesn't talk to me.
  • Co-Worker: I'm sure she likes you. You're so cool and kind and... uh, Britney Spears followed me on twitter!
  • New Guy: Whoa, what!? Britney Spears!? You're fucking joking!
  • Co-Worker: I'm serious. I guess, I'm really cool now. Hahahahahahahaha.
  • New Guy: Lemme see.
  • Co-Worker: Huh?
  • New Guy: Lemme see your phone. I wanna see Britney following you. Can you like DM her?
  • Co-Worker: You're not allowed to take your phone out at work.
  • New Guy: Come on, no one cares.
  • Co-Worker: Uh, here you go, I guess. *hands new guy her phone*
  • New Guy: *checks twitter* ...This is a bot.
  • Co-Worker: Huh?
  • New Guy: It's not the real Britney Spears, this is very obviously a bot.
  • Co-Worker: No, it's totally her. How can you even tell?
  • New Guy: First off, she only has two followers. One of which is you and the other is another Britney Spears bot. Secondly, her twitter name is Brittany Spear. Third, all of her posts are about discount fishing rods.
  • Co-Worker: Oh... I guess I didn't notice.
  • New Guy: You're fucking with me aren't you?
  • Co-Worker: *sweats* Sure, yeah.
  • New Guy: *laughs* I love you, braids. You're funny as shit.
  • Co-Worker: You love me!?
  • New Guy: Yeah, as a minor work acquaintance. Hey, if you talk to that rep later on, tell her to hit me up some time.
  • Co-Worker: Sure... yeah.
  • *later*
  • Co-Worker: *checking phone* It can't be a bot. It's definitely not a bot. Why would a Britney Spears bot follow me. I'm not even interested in fishing. It has to be the real Britney. *DMs the bot* Hey, hello Britney.
  • Brittany Spear: hi what're up :)
  • Co-Worker: Britney, I knew you were real!
  • Brittany Spear: lol hey ! :) :P
  • Co-Worker: Britney, you have to prove to this guy at my job that you're real. He's so cute and I love him so much and I want him to notice me.
  • Brittany Spear: wow hey did you kno that u can decrease you're morrtgrage rate by up to 20% check it out at
  • Co-Worker: Britney, this is serious.
  • Brittany Spear: Hi :)
  • Co-Worker: Britney PLS!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Brittany Spear: do U want boys to like U 🤔
  • Co-Worker: Yes, Britney! Show me the way!
  • Brittany Spear: is verry easy just follow this link and find your way$single/trinity/
  • Co-Worker: *clicks link*
  • Co-Worker: *pupils dilate*
  • *later*
  • New Guy: *working halfheartedly*
  • Co-Worker: *stumbles into new guy's cubicle* Greeting.
  • New Guy: Hey, braids.
  • Co-Worker: Does your like fishing?
  • New Guy: Nah. Never been much of an outdoorsman unless it involves extreme sports.
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  • New Guy: You alright, braids? You sound kinda complete weird, and your eyes are a little completely black.
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  • New Guy: Uh... yeah. *leads co-worker out of his cubicle* I'm kinda completely busy at the moment. So I'll talk to you later braids. You should probably get back to work too.
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  • *later*
  • Brittany Spear: *tweets* Why is it so dark? Why am I so numb?
Quote Writing Prompts
  • 1: "Yeah uh - Yeah no, that sounds awful."
  • 2: "Please... Don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone, without you."
  • 3: "So, that went well."
  • 4: "You're awful. I love it."
  • 5: "What the hell do you think you're doing, exactly?"
  • 6: "Is that... lipstick, on your collar?"
  • 7: "Did you do this?"
  • 8: "You know what? This place feels like home."
  • 9: "Oh shit. Am I - Am I in love? That's not supposed to be happening. That's not right."
  • 10: "Who are you? Where am I? What is this? WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
  • 11: "Dear (name), First of all, I'm so sorry. I really am."
  • 12: "I can't do this anymore."
  • 13: "So what, you're just gonna leave?"
  • 14: "Did you honestly think I wouldn't figure it out?"
  • 15: "You really think you can beat me? That's cute."
  • 16: "I'm tired of you. I really am, at this point."
  • 17: "Oh, just digging myself a nice grave, you?"
  • 18: "Shhhh. This is my favorite part."
  • 19: "Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?"
  • 20: "I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you."
  • 21: "Is that necessary?"
  • 22: "I don't like it."
  • 23: "I'm getting bad vibes... We should go."
  • 24: "HA! Loser!"
  • 25: "You wear me out, kid."
  • 26: "Is this a joke? This is a joke, right? You're joking."
  • 27: "The washing machine broke, I almost lost my keys, the car got dented, and a wasp got into the house and hijacked the bedroom for four days! Four. Days."
  • 28: "You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."
  • 29: "You kiddin'? That's brilliant, c'mon!"
  • 30: "So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?"
  • 31: "My hero."
  • 32: "That was harsh."
  • 33: "You better pipe down. I'm not laughing."
  • 34: "So you're really gonna do this, huh? And nothing I say can change your mind?"
  • 35: "So uh. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or... ?"
  • 36: "Why is there a dog in the living room?"
  • 37: "They mixed up our reservations. One room. One bed."
  • 38: "Oh boy. I'm on the weird side of YouTube again."
  • 39: "You, my friend, are a filthy sinner, and I approve wholeheartedly."
  • 40: "Did you mean like... this?"
Naruto confession to their lovers
  • Naruto: Hinata... I was wondering if you know...spend some fun time with me and eat together in the Ichiraku Ramen Shop. Also...we could hang out..and...takes things to the next level?
  • Hinata: *blushing so hard*
  • Naruto: t...that a yes or a no? *sweats continuously*
  • Hinata: Yes, yes yes!
  • Naruto: Alright! (This will be he best day of my life, I was so scared if she said no!)
  • ______________________________
  • Sasuke: Sakura *wind blows his hair* I know I have done terrible things in the past and...this time. As I have been traveling. I notice how I was stupid to cut you of out my life. I really want to spend time with you. I really mean it. I-
  • Sakura: Sasuke-kun?
  • Sasuke: *takes out Sakura's hand and puts it on his chest and lets Sakura listens to his heart beat*
  • Sakura: *blushes* Sasuke...*cries a little with joy*
  • Sasuke: I want to be with you.
  • ____________________________
  • Shikamaru: are the only one who knows me well and even though you're scary
  • Temari: *looks pissed* what is that suppose to mean?
  • Shikamaru: woah wooah ....I'm not good at these things but Temari. Even though you are a troublesome beautiful lady, I would like to stick with you and never let you go. Would you like to spend some time with me?
  • Temari: *blushing* ...being with yo me is such a drag
  • Shikamaru: *chuckles* Yeah, I know but I'm sure of it.
  • __________________________
  • Sai: *enters Ino's flower shop* Hey, Ino! I'm looking for a beautiful flower.
  • Ino: What is it for? For decoration? For-
  • Sai: For a girl
  • Ino: *looks a little bit upset* A ...girl?
  • Sai: Yup, she's so beautiful. I think of her whenever I see her and she recused me so that's why she's so precious to me! She's an angel that I can't take my eyes off!
  • Ino: Is...that so...?
  • Sai: I have a drawing of you want to see?
  • Ino: *looks upset* s-sure....w..why not?
  • Sai: *gives Ino the drawing* See? Such beauty....I wish she'll be my future girlfriend!
  • Ino: *sees a portrait of herself*'s me!
  • Sai: *goes closer to Ino and whispers* I know it's you, Ms Beautiful..
  • Ino: you mean it? About me being your...
  • Sai: Why would I lie? *touches Ino's hair* Would you want to go on a date with me? I could even show you more drawings I created of you.
  • Ino:
  • Sai: I'll take that as a yes, my princess *kisses Ino's hand*
  • _____________________________
  • *Kiba and Tamaki walking around Konoha*
  • Kiba: ....Tamaki....
  • Tamaki: Kiba-kun? What's up?
  • Kiba: Remember our first chat together?
  • Tamaki: The one when you were helping your friend to get honey wine?
  • Kiba: Er....yeah
  • Tamaki: What about it? Wait is it about Momo, my cat? Did he say rude things about you?
  • Kiba: No no no..
  • Tamaki: Phew....then what is it?
  • Kiba: *stops walking and goes closer to Tamaki* Damn it! *blushes* I'm not good at these things and i stutter when I say this but it's time that I should do it!
  • Tamaki: Kiba? You're not making any sense....
  • Kiba: Ah, crap.....I really like you...Tamaki....and I thank god that i had the opportunity to see you at Sora-Ku! I would really like....if....we....can...well....consider ourselves as.....
  • Tamaki: A couple?
  • Kiba: *blushes so hard* ...I.....
  • Tamaki: You're so easy to read, dog boy. Of course! I would love to spend my life with a handsome man *puts her arms over Kiba's shoulders* like you, Kiba-kun? Because...I like you...really...I mean it! Me too, I'm glad we met. Even though we are different, who says that dogs and cats can't be together?
  • Kiba: *hugs Tamaki* I'm glad you feel the same, cat girl!
  • Tamaki: me too, dog boy!
  • ______________________________
  • Choji: Karui, you're the woman who doesn't give no bananas about my size and I'm glad that you don't. I'm very happy that we got to hang out more and I really think that i might have feelings for you, chococlate sunshine.
  • Karui: Ehh.....You really think so?! I...well...think the same. You care about my opinions and you are always there for me! You're my big strong butterfly....I'm glad that you like me because I like you too!
  • Choji: So do you want to go to my house and eat something together *holds Karui's hands and blushes*
  • Karui: *blushes* S..sure... I would love that.
  • ______________________________
  • *Lee and Tenten in a training hall*
  • *Lee stops training*
  • Lee: Tenten?
  • Tenten: What's wrong? You stopped training?
  • Lee: ....I.... *takes a deep breath*
  • Lee: We have spend some time together and we have similar connections and i would like if our connections collide into one. Tenten, to me, you're one of the strongest kunoichi that I have seen and I wish to spend more training with you and see you grow! I may be so annoying to you in the past but right now, I just....want you to see me as a man and show you how much I want to spend more time and...l-love with you...Tenten...I
  • Tenten: *kisses Lee's forehead* You are already a man to me and I would like to see our connections grow together and become one...Lee...Yes... I would like to be with you.
  • _____________________________
  • Shino: I know it's weird saying this to you and I'm kinda freaked out on saying this but I talking to you and I wish we hanged out more and well...united....
  • Akamaru: woof....(wtf)
  • Shino: ...damn it.....I can't do one likes me....
  • Insets: buzzzzzzzz (you have us)
  • Shino: I know I have you.
  • Akamaru: Woof....woof woof...(I should find leave and find Kiba)
  • Shino: I'm glad that people wouldn't see me crying as I walk around Konoha.
  • Shiho: *looks at Shino from a distances and giggles*
  • Shino: Huh? *turns around and sees Shiho*
  • *both of them look at each other and blush*
  • *Kiba sees the connection as he walks towards Shino*
  • Kiba: Oooooooo... you have a crush.....
  • Shino: Stop it!
  • _____________________________
  • (Requested) ;---; NejiTen
  • Neji: Tenten?
  • Tenten: Yeah...
  • Neji: In the future, I always think in what will happen to me? Will I die (;-;)
  • Or will I live (;----;) but the most important question is who will I be with before this happens?
  • Tenten: Yeah...okay....what are you trying to say?
  • Neji: Tenten, if the world ends today, I would like to be with you and stick with you. I know you see me as a team mate but i would to expand that. I was a pain to you and harsh before but I want to change! ...and become the man you want! And I'll do it - if you like me....
  • Tenten: You felt this like me?
  • Neji: I will always do you, my ninja twin bun strong kunoichi.
  • Tenten: then, promise me you will stick with me and protect forever.
  • Neji: You don't need to be protected by me! You're so strong. Even I can't touch you...
  • Tenten: Neji....*lays on his lap* I will always stick with you and protect matter what.
  • ______________________________

Public Supergirl Announcement:

Poking holes in the concept of Kara’s glasses effectively hiding her identity, saying, “this character would be too smart not to know so they must have secretly figured it out by now” is like poking holes in the science of Supergirl’s powers and saying “there’s no biological way for heat to shoot out of someone’s eyes in a beam, so Kara’s powers don’t actually work in the show. Kara is a magician and it’s an illusion.”

It just doesn’t make sense, given the assumed suspension of disbelief that goes along with these things.

For one, Kara’s disguise is canonically very effective (Like, it’s worked so far. Just accept it), but also importantly, whether or not someone can see through Kara’s disguise does not depend on how intelligent they are.

It depends on:

A. If they notice something that doesn’t add up (or adds up too well),

B. If they have reason and opportunity to really think about why it doesn’t add up,

and C. If when they do wonder why it doesn’t add up, there isn’t an available answer that is simpler than “my friend is actually secretly a superhero.”

Notice that this list doesn’t include “is smart enough to suddenly see through Kara’s disguise for no reason, when they couldn’t before” because all of these characters are highly intelligent and would have figured it out immediately if it were a factor.

It’s just not obvious that Kara looks exactly like Supergirl in this world, or everyone would just already know.

The show makes some effort to make it seem kind of believable, but it’s still a fact of the universe as illogical and yet very canon as Kara’s flying capabilities are. 

Just because Maggie said the glasses aren’t a very good disguise doesn’t mean they actually don’t work. It was more the show making fun of itself than anything.

Maggie didn’t figure it out because Kara looks like Supergirl. She figured it out because Alex was weirdly distraught over Supergirl, and Maggie tried to figure out why.

A. Maggie notices that Alex is acting unexpectedly and emotionally, and it caused her to break it off with Maggie.

B. This confusing reaction of Alex’s impacted Maggie greatly, so she spent time thinking about what happened, because figuring it out was important.

C. It’s hard to know exactly how Maggie got rid of other, simpler possibilities, but we were told it was something like  “Alex cares about Supergirl. But Alex only cares this intensely about one person, Kara. It’s more likely that Kara and Supergirl are the same person than it is that Alex cares about someone else this much.”

When Cat figured it out:

A. Noticed that Kara slipped up by saying she heard someone who she couldn’t have heard

B. Was grateful to Kara for saving her job, surprised at how effective she was, and had promised to get to know Kara better. So she had reason to go over everything, especially since she was being forced to reevaluate how she sees Kara and was probably trying to Figure Her Out.

C. Cat seemed to comb through a lot of information that didn’t match up with Kara. Things she noticed (A) but didn’t have motivation (B) to figure out until Kara surprised her. This left Cat with remembering a lot of instances of things that didn’t add up about Kara that she was trying to understand all at once. So she came up with this comparatively simple conclusion, this one answer that fits everything rather than a different answer for each oddity.

From this point on, after Kara is seen with Supergirl, the concept is present in Cat’s mind, so all Cat really needs is A. to get the ball rolling.

This is why Cat is the only character who I will accept “secretly knows” headcanons about.

Lucy is an interesting case, where her stating that she didn’t realize Kara was Supergirl was because she didn’t want to know. This implies that she either 

A. Noticed something, B. had reason to think about it and C. came to the right conclusion, on some level, but then suppressed the thought before it was fully formed 


A. Noticed something but then, before she could get to B, stopped herself. She had motivation not to look more closely. 

Now. Lets suppose some evidence is presented to Lena, for whom I’ve seen the most “she must know!!!” posts as of late. 

The proposal is that because she’s a genius and she’s been given some evidence, she must necessarily know.

Let’s address a few of these instances.

“I was getting coffee with Kara Danvers when you called.”

A. Did Lena notice that she was getting coffee, of all things, with Supergirl, late at night? I mean probably not, she just almost died. But let’s suppose she did.

B. Did Lena have any comparative reason or time to think about why this weird thing happened? Probably not, since she had important info for Supergirl and also in case you forgot, almost died. But let’s again suppose she did really think about it.

C. Are there no simpler explanations? Well, just off the top of my head, Supergirl is Kara’s biggest source and would be relevant to the article Kara is writing, so it’s not strange to hear that they were together. Even at night. Reporters have weird hours, and superheroes probably would too. Lena herself was working when she called. And if they were busy working at night, they caffeine from coffee would keep them up. Takes a second to figure out, but it’s not as far-fetched as “maybe these two people are actually only one!”

Mon-El and Mike are the same person, an alien and knows both Kara Danvers and Supergirl

Noticed it conceptually, wouldn’t say she’d be thinking about how weird it is since she’s kinda busy, but I’d just say Lena would assume Kara knows all the Important Aliens and people surrounding these alien affairs.

“I flew here…on…on a bus.”

A. Probably too busy thinking about the interview and having her head in business mode to notice. But if she did-

B. Possible “huh weird way to say that” with no extra thought. But if she did-

C. “She was talking about how quickly the bus was going and then forgot the word for bus for a second. It happens.” or just like “She’s nervous for some reason.” like literally anything would make more sense than “She literally traveled here by flight.”

Now the example most often presented for the opposing argument is when Lena realized Rhea said “Gods” instead of “God.” 

But let me show you why she figured it out in this case (beyond ‘the writers wanted drama’).

A. Noticed. Her sole focus was on Rhea and it was followed by a pause in activity, so she would definitely catch it.

B. Had motivation to look further into it because she was actively analyzing her new possible business partner anyway. She had a lot at stake professionally and emotionally (since she felt an emotional pull immediately), so of course she’s on high alert. (Contrast to Kara who is usually rather non-threatening during the context of her slip-ups. Now, if she had made a mistake when she was Supergirl and accusing Lena’s mother, Lena would have been already analyzing Kara and chances of discovery would have been higher.)

C. Rhea being an alien isn’t as far-fetched as Kara being Supergirl (or even Kara being an alien, since Lena thinks she proved she wasn’t one) so I don’t think we need to do as much work on this one. But there are only a couple options for Rhea’s slip up. She’s a human polytheist (somewhat rare, and she’s not exactly the stereotype of one), she accidentally added an ‘s’ as a vocal mistake (but she’s so composed otherwise, so it’s out of character), or she’s an alien (something that is increasingly common and something that is on Lena’s mind due to her new technologies and ideological ponderings as of late. Whereas, conversely, she may not even know that Supergirl having a secret identity is a possibility.)

So I don’t think it’s unrealistic that Lena doesn’t know Kara isn’t Supergirl, once you get past the obvious fact that they have the same face.

And I think, mostly, that once the slip up occurs and assuming the character noticed it and thought about it, people are asking the wrong question. 

It’s not “Are they smart enough to put this together?”

It’s “Is there no other, more reasonable conclusion for them to come to?”

And I think that people keep making this mistake because they’re unwilling to accept that, in Supergirl, Kara Danvers just doesn’t obviously look like Supergirl. 

It’s Occam’s razor. 

The simplest answer is often the correct answer. 

But fans have been applying it to our universe’s rules, when these rules have been redefined in Supergirl’s universe.

Just accept that everyone on Earth 38 just has really poor facial recognition skills.

anonymous asked:

I just read a fanfic with this recently and i'm lowkey obsessed with the idea, but how about dadsona asking the respective kid(s) for permission to propose to their dad?

Craig; This was it. A clear Saturday morning. Craig was out and about for his early jog with little River strapped to his chest, leaving you with Hazel and Briar, who were scarfing down the extra special breakfast of pancakes and ice cream with a side of chocolate. You figured that the girls deserved a little prepping before you popped the big question, so you set down your fork and took a deep breath.

 ‘Alright, girls. There’s actually something I’ve been meaning to ask you two.’ You began. ‘You think I’m a good guy, right?’

  Both girls smiled. ‘Of course, we do, Y/N.’ Briar answered, biting off the tip of the strawberry on her pancake. ‘You’re charming and smart, your jokes are a bit terrible but tolerable, for the most part at least.’

  ‘Dude, you just gave me ice cream and pancakes for breakfast. You’re totally cool in my book.’ Hazel chimed in, mouth full of pancake. You laughed.

  ‘Well, that’s good. I didn’t want you both to think I was some sort of bad guy who just waltzed into your family since I am planning to propose to your dad in a few weeks-’

 ‘What?!The twins exclaimed, looking equally shocked as Briar dropping her strawberry and Hazel choking on her pancake, reaching for the hot chocolate to wash it down. You covered your mouth in regret. The table was silent for a while, both parties staring at each other in astonishment. It was Hazel who broke the silence with an awkward cough.

 She still looked surprised. ‘I mean, I’m not against it. Dad does talk about how much he loves you and, well. It’s clear he loves you so uh…’ Hazel nudged her twin, silently begging for her to back her up. Briar sighed and looked into your eyes. You knew she wasn’t going to be kidding around this time.

 ‘Y/N. Do you love our dad with all your heart?’

 ‘Yes.’ You replied without hesitance. 

 ‘Will you always make sure he’s in a good place and when he’s not, will you be there for him?’


  ‘Do you promise not to hurt him, in which case Briar and I will cast our super secret demonic witch twin powers on you to curse you and your descendants for decades?’

  You stared at Hazel, who looked dead serious before laughing at your extra shocked expression. ‘I’m just kidding, dude. Just make sure you take good care of dad, he really deserves it.’

  A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you leaned back on your chair. ‘Thank you so much, girls. You won’t regret this, I swear.’

Hugo; The front door opened to signal somebody had arrived home. You knew that it wasn’t Hugo considering he had texted you an hour ago that he was coming home late thanks to a bunch of middle schoolers in detention for setting fire to the trash bins. That meant you and Ernest were alone for the rest of the afternoon, and that gave you the chance to have a heart to heart talk with the moody teen. You watched as he made his way into the kitchen, where you sat on the sofa pretending to read a book. This was it. Now or never.

  ‘Hey, Ernest? You mind if you come over here? I kinda wanna talk about something.’

 No reply. This was gonna be a little tricky.

 ‘I could convince your dad to get a dog if you talk to me!’

 The footsteps stopped, then made their way towards you. Ernest groaned and threw his bag down, leaning against the wall. ‘Well? What is it? I don’t have all day, loser.’

You smiled and put down the book you were “reading”. ‘You know, your dad really cares about you.’

 ‘Is this what your talk’s about?’ He scoffed. ‘If I wanted to hear about cheesy bullshit I would have just gone to the guidance counselor’s office. Did Hugo talk you into this?’

 ‘Ernest, I know you don’t seem to care about your father much, but you should know that he still loves you. Very much, in fact. Hell, he told me once that you could throw a dozen cherry bombs into the boys’ toilets and he’d still love you.’ You spotted his face beginning to soften, so you went on. ‘Actually, that’s one of the reasons I like your dad. He’s devoted to you and everything else he does. It’s really admiring, don’t you think?’

 That was it. Tears began to roll down the young teen’s cheeks, trying to wipe them away with his orange sleeve. You sat up and opened your arms, Ernest running into them and sobbing into your shirt. ‘I-I know Dad loves me…’ He gulped. ‘I just..cant myself him that-’

 He collapsed into a fit of sobs. You sat him down on the sofa, wiping his eyes before sitting down beside him.

 ‘I know you love your dad, Ernest. I understand that it’s kinda hard to show that you love him, but I know you do.’ You put your arm around him, hesitant at first, but when you saw that the young man didn’t mind, you relaxed. ‘That’s why I want to ask for your blessing to propose to him.’

 Ernest’s tired eyes widened for a moment at what you said, turning to you in shock. ‘Y-You want to…what?’

 ‘Marry him, Ernest. If it’s alright with you, of course.’

 He took a deep breath and stood up from the couch, grabbing his backpack and starting to walk away. Before you could start panicking, he turns to you with a smirk on his face.

 ‘Mastiff first, and Hugo’s all yours.’

Robert; You weren’t going to lie; Val seemed quite intimidating. Her city life clothes and her half joking, half serious attitude and her overall demeanor made you almost cower in your dad shoes. But you had to get her permission. After all, it was her dad, she deserves to be okay with it before you try something as big as marriage. You invited her over to Jim and Kim’s while Robert was off in the woods that night. The bar doors opened to reveal Val in all her shining glory, spotting you at a booth in the corner and giving you a friendly wave before walking over to you.

 ‘Well, Y/N? What kinda fuckery has my old man gotten up to now?’ She joked as she settled down in the leather booth. ‘Set fire to the woods? Lost his foot in a tragic car accident? Found the Dover Ghost but got taken away by it, and now you’re trying to tell me that my beloved father has been kidnapped and may never be seen again?’

 Yep. This was Robert’s daughter, alright. ‘No, no, and unfortunately, no. It does have something to do with Robert, though.’

 ‘Welp, I didn’t come all this way to hear small talk.’ Val turned away for a second to order two shots from Neil, who nods and delivers it over. ‘Spill the beans, dude.’

 You took a minute to assess the moment. There was Val, a smart, playful yet serious woman if you messed with her or her dad. One wrong step and she would definitely send you flying to the moon and back. Or poke a hole into your head with her super sharp nails. The point was, this was your one chance. And you couldn’t blow it. 

 ‘So, uh, marriage, right?’ You blurted out, trying to segway into the question. Val looked up at you with an eyebrow raised. Great job, Y/N, you thought to yourself as you awkwardly downed the shot glass, hoping the liquid courage would hit sooner. ‘Kinda a weird thing if you think about it. “Hey, I love you so much I’m going to get the government involved so you cant leave.”. What a weird thing, huh?’

 Nice, you made the situation even more awkward. Val sipped her shot glass skeptically. ‘You alright, Y/N? You look a little pale.’

 Shaking yourself out of your nervous state, you looked up to the confused Val.

 ‘Okay, Val. I’m not gonna lie; I really love your dad. I mean, I think it’s been fairly obvious already, but I really love him. I know you both have been through some stuff, stuff that I don’t have to get involved into if you don’t want to, but I know both of you love and care for each other. That’s why I was wondering if you were alright with, uh, letting me marry him.’

 Neither of you spoke for a moment, Val ordering two more shots which were delivered way quicker than usual. She picked up her glass and stared into the liquor inside.

  ‘You know, Dad’s been through a lot. Losing Mom. Losing me. I used to hate him for being such an asshole, even thinking he was incapable of loving anything other than himself. But lately, he’s been..better. He’s so willing to patch things up, get his shit together, and sometimes I wonder how that happened. So on the day I came back, I asked him.’

 She looked back to me and smiled. ‘He said he met someone. Someone who shoved some sense through his mind and made him wake up. I couldn’t even explain the words Dad used as he described you. They were all good, don’t worry. My father isn’t exactly the best when it comes to emotions, but when I saw what influence you had on him, I knew I wanted you to stick around.’

 With a flourish, she raised her shot glass in a toasting motion.

 ‘A toast to Y/N, my future step-dad and loving husband of Robert Small.’

Joseph; After weeks and weeks of waiting for the right moment, you finally found a short window of time where Joseph wasn’t with the kids. Sleeping in thanks to a late date on his yacht the night before. Thanks to this, you managed to wake up the twins and Chris (you left Crish to sleep soundly in his crib) , who were mumbling about not wanting to before you mentioned chocolate brownies, to which Christie jumped up to the chance while Chris and Christian just stirred at the thought of getting to lick the bowl. You set the kids to do their own tasks before starting the talk.

 ‘So, there’s one thing I gotta know; are you guys actually planning to kill me in my sleep?’

 Chris groaned and shook his head, signaling that he wasn’t interested. Christie and Christian shook their heads too. You breathed a sigh of relief.

 ‘Phew, that’s a good thing. Well, do you think I’m an alright guy, then?’

The three stared at each other for a moment, then nodded. You smiled. This was going better than expected.

 ‘Great. So, this next question might be a bit…shocking but it’s very important to get your answer. It’s okay to be honest and say no, alright?’

All three children froze. Christie’s brush had stopped buttering the tray. Christian’s mallet hovered over the crushed nuts. Chris’s hand had stopped moving the spoon to mix. They turned towards you at the same time, making you feel quite anxious.

 ‘I, uh, kindawannamarryyourdad.’ You mumbled, suddenly taken aback by the children’s creepiness. Christie and Christian walked up to you, and just when you think they’re going to pull out two knives and stab you for wanting to marry their father, they wrap their tiny arms around you and mutter ‘new father’. Chris walks towards you, eyes boring into yours.

 ‘We love Dad a lot. Just don’t try anything, got it?’

You nodded vigorously, and Chris shuffled back to continue mixing the bowl. The two refused to leave your waist, and though it was a cute gesture, you pried them off and insisted you had to continue the brownies, planning to make them a present for your future fiance. And, of course, you let the kids lick the bowl just this once.

Damien; It didn’t take a detective to know that Lucien was a tough nut to crack. His rebellious ways made it a bit difficult to pin him down while Damien wasn’t around, but you finally got some alone time with him when Damien was off dealing with a dog emergency at the animal shelter. You heard loud rock music through the door leading into his bedroom. Knocking on Lucien’s door, the music shut off and a familiar voice shouted through the door.

 ‘What the fuck is it?’

 ‘Lucien? It’s just me.’ You replied. ‘I was hoping we could talk for a bit, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask-’

 Before you could finish, the teen had already pulled his door open. ‘Well? What is it?’

 You mentioned that it would be better if you talked in the living room, and he begrudgingly trudged to the living room and plopped on the couch. ‘So what the hell is this about? If it’s my music, then yeah, I’ll tone it-’

 ‘It, uh, isn’t just that, kid.’ You sat yourself down beside him. ‘I mean, yeah, it’d be really nice if you could, but there’s been something else I’ve wanted to talk to you about. It’s about Damien.’

 You could see Lucien’s face go from angsty, passive-aggressive, oh-my-god-leave-me-alone to point blank serious. Lucien was a rebellious teen, however, that didn’t mean he didn’t care about his father. It was surprising, actually. They both had a loving relationship, which is mostly the reason why you wanted to ask Lucien for permission in the first place. Sure, he was glad that you made his dad feel good about himself, but to marry the man who’s been raising him alone for years? That was pretty big, and you had to make sure Lucien was okay with it.

 ‘Y/N? You look a little pale, is it something bad?’ Lucien’s voice was unnaturally soft. You cleared your throat and spoke up.

 ‘Lucien, I know you love your dad a lot. I also know that you matter a lot to him, and he sees you as his entire world. So it’s kind of well and good to ask; are you alright with letting me marry your father?’

 It was Lucien’s turn to become pale as a ghost. He stared at you with unblinking eyes and an unreadable face before slouching into the sofa.

  ‘You know, I kinda expected this. You and Dad have been so close lately, and don’t get me wrong, I’m all for it.’ He rubbed his eyes. ‘I’m really happy that he’s found someone to kind of, be weird with and shit, you know? He seems really content with you, so go ahead.’

 You smiled, thanking Lucien for his blessing. Maybe he wasn’t that tough of a nut to crack after all.

  ‘Oh, and by the way, find a better place to hide your engagement ring, dude.’ The teen laughed before heading upstairs into his room.

Mat; Carmensita was a sweetheart. She gave you the utmost respect, and you treated her like a mini Amanda, joking around with her and (attempting at) making matching flower crowns for you, her, and Mat. Despite this, she seemed a bit weak with emotions. This was evident throughout the many times she cried during an emotional scene during movie night, wherein Mat had to give her a big dad hug, asking you to skip the scene so Carmensita would stop crying. This made you a bit hesitant to ask for her blessing at first, but you decided to pull through with it anyway.

 It was in the evening, where Mat was off at the Coffee Spoon for open mic night. You passed for tonight, pretending to have a headache and insisting you would be fine with Carmensita. Waving goodbye to your boyfriend as he walked off into the night, you had a nice light dinner with the young girl, listening to her go on about school.

 ‘Miss Davers is a bit weird, but you get used to her eventually.’ She gobbled down on her food. ‘Maybe you can teach me algebra, Y/N?’

 ‘Hmn,’ You bluntly replied, picking at your dinner. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even eat anything in fear of choking it up and scaring the daylights out of her, which was not going to be the best moment to ask for her blessing. She noticed your silence and put down her utensils.

 She looked at you with concern. ‘Y/N, you’re really quiet tonight. Is it the headache? Should I call Dad?’

 ‘N-No, sweetie. I’m fine, just a little..’ You bit your lip. ‘Do you like me, Carmensita?’

 ‘Of course!’ Carmensita’s mouth curved into a smile, showing off her braces. ‘Did you really need to ask?’

 ‘Actually, yes.’ You sighed. ‘Sweetheart, I need to ask you something. It’s pretty important, and I just want to let you know that I completely understand if you say no, alright?’

 Looking a bit scared, she nodded anyway. Here goes nothing;

 ‘Will you let me marry your dad?’

 Shock. Screaming. Crying. You prepared yourself for anything that Carmensita would react with, and sure enough, the young girl started bawling up. Just as you were about to call your attempt a massive fail, she began giggling and wiping her eyes.

 ‘Ah, jeez. You really scared me for a second, Y/N. I thought you were going to ask something way worse, like you were some sort of alien and you were gonna ask me to run away and join your alien family or something.’ She walked over to you and buried her head in your chest. ‘Of course, I’ll let you marry him, Y/N. There’s no other person I’d choose. You make him feel so happy and giddy and you both seem so cute together. How could I say no?’

 ‘You sure it’s alright? I could be a huge hug alien ready to crush my next victim into a warm embrace!’ You joked, patting her frizzy brown hair. She laughed and smiled up at you.

 ‘Hug alien, shmug alien. Dad is all yours.’

Brian; Daisy was Brian’s pride and joy. He practically put her on a pedestal and worshipped her every day of his life, so you decided it would only be proper to ask for her permission to marry her father. She was a smart, sensible girl, surely she would understand, right? You knocked on her door on a late afternoon when Brian had gone shopping. She called to let you come in and you did just that.

Her walls were filled with trophies and medals, along with laminated certificates and a bunch of pictures with her dad. Their closeness intimidated you, but you were determined to see this through, sitting on the edge of her bed beside as she put down her book.

 ‘Hi, Y/N. Have you and Dad finished your “who’s the best daughter cuddler’ competition yet?’ She gleamed. You chuckled, remembering that day where you and Brian had a huge cuddlefest on the couch with Daisy in the smack middle, content of course but slightly unable to breathe in between the two huggers. 

 You put a hand on Daisy’s back to reassure her. ‘Daisy, I’m happy to announce that your father and I have decided that we are both sufficient cuddlers and will not be subduing you to our cuddling competitions. Thank you very much for your participation and we hope to see you again next year!’

 The girl giggled, covering her mouth and muttering something along the lines of ‘It was a good experience’. You cleared your throat. ‘Jokes aside, there is something I want to talk to you about, Daisy.’

 ’Anything, Y/N.’

 You took a moment to look at her. She had Brian’s hair and freckles, hell, even a bit of his eyes. It was almost as if you were looking at Brian himself, which made you extra nervous.

 ‘D-Daisy, d-do you think I could marry your d-dad?’ You stuttered, unable to get the words out. Daisy went from slightly curious to absolutely shocked. She let her jaw drop and hang as her widened eyes stared at you. You assumed she was trying to find a way to say no and started to let yourself out before a hand grabbed you.

 ‘Wait, Y/N! It’s not that I’m going to say no, it’s just… so astonishing. Don’t leave, please.’

 You propped yourself back onto her duvet as she grasped your arm, thinking that you were going to walk away at any second.

 ‘Sorry, I got a bit scared there for a minute.’ She apologized. ‘You know, Dad really likes you. Whenever you aren’t around, he would talk to me about how much he loves you and cares about you, asking me for help to think about competitions just to get closer to you, stuff like that. And I’m not going to lie; I enjoy it. But what makes you different is that you make Dad feel good about himself. He takes a lot of pride in me that he sometimes forgets to see the actual good of the real him. You make him feel like he should be proud the way he is, and I’d love for you to be a part of our lives.’

 Daisy nuzzled into you. ‘Still with me, Y/N?’

 ‘Sure am, Daisy. And thank you.’

((ahhh im sorry this took forever, i was writing this during my breaks of reviewing for exams and i just couldnt concentrate without wanting to finish this prompt! super sorry it looks rushed, i’ll be back to answering prompts regularly by tomorrow after my last exam!!)) 

-Mod Coffee Cake

i've been seeing a lot of au posts for two person ships but not 3(+) person ships so here we go
  • “the ride we want to go on is three people a cart and we’d rather choose a stranger to sit with than have one chosen for us plus you look relatively not sweaty want to join us” au
  • “two people started hitting on me at this bar at the same time and they’re both hot af best night ever” au
  • “i accidentally took the seat that was between a couple because they were fighting and now i have to deal with them fuck” au
  • “i’m your waitress and i totally thought you two were dating because of the heart eyes you’re making at each other but now that i know you’re not i kinda want to ask one of you out but i also feel like you should be together because of said hearteyes” au
  • “it’s the apocalypse and we’re like the only ones still alive high five want to have celebratory sex” au
  • “accidentally got really famous overnight and now i have a manager and an agent and tbh they’re both really hot how am i supposed to cope with this” au 
  • “turns out hogwarts students only give you weird looks when you date multiple people from multiple other houses huh who knew” au
  • “there was supposed to be a party here tonight but no one showed up but us including whoever the fuck’s house this is want to see what’s in their Netflix queue” au
  • “i booked this hotel room cause i wanted some time away with my girlfriend but we ordered room service and the server who brought it up is hella hot should we ask them to join us” au
  • “we’re all in the waiting room on the delivery floor of the hospital but someone none of us are here waiting for our own kids to be born we’re all here for friends how weird is that” au
  • “we’re the only ones in this bar literally what the fuck it’s like a thursday night” au
  • “i am very drunk and flirting with multiple people because my vision is blurry enough i can’t actually tell how many of you there are” au
  • “you’re a total asshole but your girlfriend definitely isn’t” au
  • “we didn’t come to this con together but we’re all dressed as various members of a team so everybody’s making us pose together” au
  • “I WILL BEAT YOU ALL AT MARIO KART IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO also wanna make out. like. all of us. at the same time. i might be high on adrenaline but the point still stands” au


  • flight attendants au
  • tour guides au
  • con artists au
  • cop duo/helpful but curious scientist au
  • roommates au
  • group project au
  • only people aware of upcoming epidemic au
  • band au
  • i cannot stress that last one enough just like a band that is all together imagiNE THE MEDIA CONFUSION
  • owning a restaurant together au
  • TAs of same shitty teacher au
  • camp counselors that live for the confusion of the kids trying to figure out who’s with who au
  • youtubers who everyone wants to collab doing a video together to reveal they’re dating
  • parent teacher meeting au
  • waiting for a flight for 10+ hours au
  • deaf person/only people who know sign language in the whole fucking building au

anonymous asked:

ya know I'm kinda thinking about how the crew said there's not going to be a lot of romance in VLD (so there'll be prob 1 main ship).. And how Jeremy said there'll be slowburn. Aaand how Lance is gonna "mature in all ways" and "find this one person". AND how Steven also said sth really weird and vague about romance (Keith's romance, as we may be pretty sure). So yup.. not too MUCH romance but romance, Keith's romance, Lance's romance... huh..... I'm not saying Klance is canon but Klance is canon


Kickass Cupcakes

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,996

Summary: You meet Jensen at his photo op and you two hit it off. You immediately like him and think there’s no way he feels the same. You are so wrong. 

This is it. No big deal. As long as you don’t faint or do anything embarrassing, you’ll be good.

Oh shit. You’re next in line. You’re about to do your photo op with Jensen fucking Ackles. 

Breathe, damn it!

You hear your number and you freeze. A volunteer is trying to usher you along making you snap out of your daze.

Jensen comes into view and you start walking towards him…until he turns and looks at you. You fucking stop and just stare at him. So much for not doing anything embarrassing.

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anonymous asked:

scenario where Kenma likes this person so much that everyone knows his feelings except THAT ONE PERSON(fem! please)? i want to see this baby kat stand on the verge of shyness and manning up omg that butterflies in the stomach need to be widely known

Kenma’s heart raced every time his eyes laid on the girl a few feet away, talking and always smiling. She was everything he wanted that he never knew he needed.

“Kenma, if you’re going to stare at her that hard, just go talk to her,” Kuroo says teasingly as he walks up to his lovestruck friend. Kenma narrowed his eyes at Kuroo before he relaxed when seeing your face again, “I can’t..”

“Sure you can! Just watch me!” Kuroo walks forwards towards you and Kenma’s eyes widen as he shoots out a hand towards him, “Kuroo wait!-”

“Hey there! I don’t mean to butt in, but could I speak with her please?” Kuroo asks cheerfully as they nod and walk away, Kenma cringing at the scene in front of him.

“(Name), I’m too busy right now to help Kenma go to the gymnasium. Could you take him there for me?” Your smile grows and you nod, “Of course!”

“Thank you (Name); see you later Kenma!” Kuroo chuckles behind you as he walks away, leaving him alone with you. “Hey there Kenma! Shall we get going?” You ask cheerfully as Kenma nods.

“Sorry, Kuroo is kinda weird.” Kenma apologizes as you shake your head with a smile, “That’s alright, I don’t mind walking with you at all.” You respond and his heart flutters by your words.

“Volleyball huh? Is it fun Kenma?” Kenma looks over at you, his eyes looking over your cute features before he shrugs, “I guess so.”

Kenma opens the gym doors for you and the two of you step in, the team holding back their snickers and smiles as you walk in with the setter. “I’d love to see you in a game one day! Let me know when so I can come watch you! I-I mean the team! Watch the team!” You say with an awkward chuckle and the team is holding back from yelling at the two of you to confess.

“Oh, we have a game tomorrow afternoon if you’d like to come,” Kenma says quietly and you nod happily at him. “Really? I’ll be there then!” You turn around to leave but Kenma quickly stops you, “(Name)?”

The team silently gasp as they watched in suspense, this is it! He’s going to confess! You turn around with a smile and a small blush, “Yeah?”

“The games going to be right after school, just letting you know.” You nod at him before continuing to walk away, “Great! Thanks!”

As soon as you close the door, the team is screaming and yelling because Kenma hadn’t confessed yet. “Come on Kenma! That was your chance!” Some yell as you see bodies rolling around on the gym floor.

Kenma sighed, he missed his chance.

The next day came quickly and he found himself on the court looking around in the audience for you. “Looking for (Name)?” Kuroo asks and Kenma jumps at the sudden voice. Chuckling, he points over towards you, “Right there.”

“Go away Kuroo,” Kenma says and Kuroo walks away laughing at his struggling friend. How did he even know you were there? Looking back at you, the two of you made eye contact and you gave him a big wave, “Kenma! Good luck!”

Blushing, he nods and turns around to face his team who go straight to making fun of him. Thanks to you though, the game ended quickly because Kenma wanted to show you how he played and because he actually tried, the skill level of the team went up.

After the match was over you found Kenma and ran over to him, congratulating him before he pulled you aside to an isolated area, “(Name), there’s something I want to tell you.”

“Yes? What is it?” You expected him to reply right away but he looked like he was holding his breath in. He wasn’t looking at you, but at the floor and it looked like he was struggling with his words.

“I-I’ve liked you for a while now and I’ve finally mustered the courage to tell you,” Kenma confesses, playing with the hem of his jersey. Your eyes widen and blush spreads across your face.

“Really? I would never have thought that you’d like me!” you respond honestly, scratching the back of your head, “That’s good though because I like you back.”

Looking up at you, you give Kenma a sweet but shy smile and he feels himself freezing up from your confession as well. The team listening around the corner is in tears from their boy Kenma finally confessing.

Hockstetter’s Got a Boyfriend!

Request:  Hey there! It’s nice to see a new Patrick blog around here <3 I have a request, if that’s okay. I’d like to ask for a male reader x Patrick where Patrick is in love with the reader but he doesn’t know how to talk to him, then he asks Vic for advice 

Request:  May I request some Patrick x Male Reader :0

Yo so I know it’s not canon but I really feel like Patrick would ride a motorcycle when he’s not in the car with the Bowers Gang? 

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Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Jyushimatsu 06 - The passionate battle! Extreme sport!

Jyushimatsu 06 - The passionate battle! Extreme sport! 

Jyushimatsu: Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Baseball! Basebaaaaaall! 

Ichimatsu: Ughhhh… 

Osomatsu: Ah, I’m really bored. Jyushimatsu always looks like he’s having fun, I’m jealous. 

Choromatsu: How about going to pachinko? 

Osomatsu: I went yesterday, and lost, so I don’t have any money. Aghh, can’t I win the lottery or something, even just ¥100,000 would be fine. 

Choromatsu: You haven’t even bought a ticket in the first place, have you!? 

Karamatsu: Heh… even if dreams can’t be achieved, we still pursue them, that is a man’s spirit of adventure… 

Jyushimatsu: Swing! Swing! Swing! Swing! 1285! 1286! 1285! 

Choromatsu: The numbers went backwards again!? 

Jyushimatsu: Alright, we’ve still got a way to go! 

Ichimatsu: I’m going to die. 

Todomatsu: Ichimatsu-niisan plays the bat a lot, doesn’t he. Well, Jyushimatsu-niisan having him do that is weird no matter how you think about it though. 

Osomatsu: Don’t you think that the level of Jyushimatsu’s love of baseball is a bit on the insane side? And in a really weird way. 

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ultrakingofbattle  asked:

To Boom!Sonic what was the most awkward moment about your relationship with Amy?

“W-w-woah. Emm. Who said anything about a relationship? We’re friends! So there’s friendship… relations… I guess?”

“But I mean- OM-NOM-NOM. We’ve hung out. So this one time, -slurp- She totally got some mustard on her dress, and apparently, it seeped through or something… so she ran off into a bush to take care of it. Haha! Weird right?”

“That’s not a story we need to tell them, Sonic. And would it kill you to not talk with your mouth open?”

“Hey, come on, Ames! The Ask clearly specifies ‘Sonic’. Not ‘Sonic and Amy’. Yuck. That even rolls off the tongue funny. Whelp, there’s another awkward moment for ya!”

“Rolls off the tongue huh… kinda like your chilidog breath.”- Amy “Heh, you know you like it.”- Sonic

(Totally NOT in a relationship, I mean, tongues and breath? Totally not in a relationship, pfft! Like, whaa? Nah. I can’t even…Is it possible? Maybe? It’s like- whatever it wants to be brah.)

About Time [Bucky Barnes x OC]

A/N: A short drabble that came to me a few hours ago. I own nuthin’.

Warnings: Nahh… Just fluff.

Originally posted by little--batman

They were enjoying a small stroll through the city, the late lunch they just had settling comfortably in theirs stomachs. Silence was not unusual to them, but welcomed. After a hard days work, both merely needed the presence of each other to relax.

He kept glancing at her and she pretended not to notice. She was basically doing the same thing. And then, he broke the silence.

“You alright?” He asked.

Avery looked up, her eyebrows raised. “Huh?”

Bucky’s eyes left hers and glanced lower. Curious, she followed until her own gaze settled on her hands.

“Oh,” She blushed lightly, realizing she had been absently rubbing her left wrist. “I… I lost my watch a few weeks ago and I haven’t bought a new one.” She explained. “Feels kinda weird. Like I’m-”

“Naked.” He supplied and getting a tad redder, she nodded.

He smiled at her. “I know what you mean.”

“Yeah… I don’t even like it, you know! Too expensive and too flashy. No wonder it got stolen. But, I just got used to wearing it.”

She didn’t say anything else but Bucky understood. “Here!” He said as he pulled up his sleeve and began unbuckling his own watch.

Avery’s eyes widened. “What? No!” She grabbed his hands, both flesh and metal, effectively stopping him.

“Hey, it’s alright, I want to.” He tried to say but she wouldn’t have it.

“It’s very sweet of you, Bucky.” She stood in front of him and started buckling it back. “But, I don’t need one right this second.” She told him, stroking his knuckles with her thumb. “Besides, yours is too big for me, hon. I’m used to something smaller.”

She smiled and intertwined their fingers together. They walked side by side through Times Square. There were so many people and most of them were tourists. and where there are tourists, you can bet that there are vendors as well. Booths upon booths were erected as far as their eyes can see, selling I heart NY tshirts, caps and other knick knacks.

But those weren’t the ones that caught Bucky’s eyes. The one that did was selling cheap glittering watches by the road side. An idea popped into his head and he grinned.

“What?” She asked, instantly suspicious.

He let go of her hand and strode over to the booth. Avery frowned as she watched her boyfriend, fingering watches after watches until one caught his eyes. He pointed to it and pulled out a twenty from his pocket and paid the vendor. Then, he came back to her with the grin still splattered on his face.

“Tell me you didn’t just bought me a watch.”

“What?” Bucky shrugged, reaching for her left hand. “I can’t treat my girlfriend now and then?” He lifted it up and she rolled her eyes but didn’t make a move to stop him. He buckled the watch around her small wrist and adjusted it. “So, what do you think?”

It was a canvas-strapped watch, colourfully stripy in a sort of tribal way with a round face with a picture of the Statue of Liberty in the middle. It was comfortable and Avery couldn’t help the twitch in her lips as she regarded her gift.

She mock-sighed. “It’ll do.”

Bucky let out a laugh, hugging her to his side. “Good. I know it’s not much, but,”

“I like it, Buck. I’ll cherish it forever.” He smiled down at her and she rose on her tiptoes and pecked him on the lips. “Thank you.”

He kissed her forehead. “Anytime.”

anonymous asked:

Did you notice that after Jimin asked for a kiss (JK's BDAY) it was actually the last time he asked for it? At least in front of camera, like he got what he wanted after all this time. It's also after his Bday Jimin changed a bit toward Junkook. 👀

oh shit it was, or at least one of the last?? huh. hmmm, that legit adds to the suspicions so now i’m even more suspicious. it’s almost as if,,,,,, they were,,,,,,,,, dating. jk, but for real, it’s kinda weird ahhahaha. 

Shut up and Kiss me||August Reinhardt||Why Don’t We Imagine

For my baby, @jackandthecorbeanstalk. Love you!

Warning: Swearing, it’s very long, and iz about to get smutty

“You’re so full of shit, the toilet’s jealous.” You nearly spit your water across the room, trying your best to hold in your laughter as you watch your favorite TV show, RuPaul’s Drag Race. Dropping your water bottle on your coffee table, you slump back against the couch. Your phone buzzes beside you on a pillow, playing a tune as a notification. You smile down at the little screen, seeing your boyfriend’s face. Swinging your legs up on the couch, so you’re now laying on your stomach, you unlock your phone and go to Twitter, reading August’s latest tweet.

“@Y/NY/L you’re drivin me Wild” You shake your head, smiling like an idiot.

“@helloimaugust you’re really Something Different, babe” You reply, not bothering to set your phone down, knowing he’d reply right away, and sure enough, he did. 

“@Y/NY/L I don’t know what it is, but I Like Me Better when I’m with you ;)” You find yourself laughing aloud, loving the banter between you and your boyfriend. 

“@helloimaugust when I’m with you, all I get is Wild Thoughts”

“Y/NY/L awww babe! that was Unforgettable” 

“@helloimaugust i love you More Than You Know”

“@Y/NY/N and @helloimaugust will you two please stop before I barf! this is not what Twitter was Made For!” You laugh at Jack’s tweet, imagining him and August in their tour bus shoving each other playfully. 

You couldn’t wait to be reunited with the boys. You would be meeting them tomorrow at their show in Detroit and joining them for the rest of the tour. To say you were excited would be an understatement. You had only ever been out of Michigan once to visit August in LA. It had been over five months since you’d seen your boyfriend in person. Just the idea of being able to spend the next month with him made you happier than words could describe.

Your footsteps echo in the narrow, brick alley you walk down, your shadow laying on the floor in front of you, its angle changing as you walk past a dumpster. A door opens on your right, light pooling into the darkness. You look up and see Zach smiling, his face full of excitement. 

“Y/N!” He yells, opening his arms wide. You run into them, hugging him tightly. You bury your face in his chest and inhale, your nose filling with a familiar scent. You had grown up with Zach, but your family had to move to Michigan when a great job opportunity was presented to your father. He was the one who had introduced you to August, and you would be forever grateful. Zach was like your brother, your other half. You couldn’t imagine your life without him. 

You follow Zach through a series of corridors, each one looking more bland than the previous one. The walls show little to no personality, each one being the same shade of hospital beige. You start noticing the colorful doors as you get closer to the stage. You hear the screams and the chants of the fans filling the auditorium, but your attention doesn’t stay on them for long. You can hear the WDW in their room, doing vocal warm-ups. You giggle quietly to yourself when you hear August mocking them, being the terrible singer that he is. 

When Zach opens the door, all eyes fall on you and everyone falls silent. The six boys, including Eben, stare at you, mouths slightly ajar.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You ask, wiping at your cheek with your sleeve. August nearly drops his camera on the floor, rushing over to envelope you in his arms. You look over at Zach with a puzzled look. 

“Oh… did I forget to mention that she was coming? Oops!” Zach scratches his neck, pretending to be innocent. August buries his face in your neck, hugging you so tight you start thinking your spine might actually snap. 

“I missed you so much.” He whispers and for a second you think he might be crying. He pulls away, cupping your face in his hands. He looks into your eyes for a moment before kissing you deeply. When Daniel is finally able to get August off of you, you give each of your friends a long hug. 

“Ya know, out of all the girls that Zach has brought into one of our green rooms, you’re by far the best one.” Jack winks at you, making you laugh. You hug him a little tighter and pull away to mess with his hair. “Y/N! Stooop!” He swats at your hand. 

“Awww! But I missed your ramen noodles!” You giggle. Someone wraps their arms around your waist and lifts you off the ground, making you yelp.

“Alright, that’s enough. We don’t need a cranky Jack performing, now do we?” Jonah says, dropping you on the couch at the opposite end of the room. The door flies open and David sticks his head in the room. 

“Jazmine’s done in two, go get your mics.” He starts closing the door but opens it again, peering at you. “Hi, Y/N.” He says, waving. You smile and wave back, and then he’s gone.

“He’s weird.” Corbyn says, shaking his head slightly. 

Each of the boys shoot you with finger-guns as the leave the green room to get their mics. Zach jumps up and down, pumping his fist in the air. “This show’s gonna be awesome!” He shouts, trying to hype up his bandmates, but instead they all end up shaking their heads at him, chuckling lightly.



WE ON SOMETHING DIFFERENT” You scream with the rest of the crowd as the boys perform their last song of the night. You had decided to join the rest of the audience for the show about half way through it, your only regret was not coming up with the idea earlier. Being in the crowd made the experience so much better, so much more memorable. You’re surrounded by people who had the most positive energy you had ever experienced. You knew these boys were changing people’s lives, but this feeling, this rush was so unexplainable. You realize what such a big impact these five boys have on the world, and your pride in them skyrockets. 

Before the song ends, you make your way backstage. When the boys come off stage, sweats drips from the brows, drenching their skin and shirts. They hand their mics to a stage hand, all of them seeming tired yet excited at the same time. “Performing on stage makes you feel something so… special; something so amazing that you can’t describe it.” That’s what Zach had told you after his first live performance. You could tell it still held true to him. 

Zach barrels into you, hugging you close. “Hey! Get off of me! You’re all sweaty and gross!” This only makes him hug you tighter.

“Ya hear that guys? Y/N’s calling for a group hug!” All of the boys smirk mischievously and wrap you in bear hugs, surrounding you completely. 


You wake up scrunched next to August. You basically slept on top of him in fact. You had severely overestimated the size of the bunks on the bus, thinking that there would be more than enough room for the two of you. You stare down at August’s handsome, unshaven face for a moment, noting his unruly, messy hair. It hangs down on his forehead, making you want to brush it out of his face. 

Bill had already starting driving, despite it being 7:30 in the morning. Besides him, you were the only one awake. You slip away as quietly as possible, tucking the blanket back over August’s shoulders.

After doing your quick morning routine and changing, you leave the bathroom to find Daniel awake, lying on his side in his bunk. He smiles and waves you over. It seems that you’re going from one crowded bunk to another. You crawl in next to him, pushing him against the wall. 

“Good morning. How was your first night on the bus?” Daniel asks sweetly. 

“It was good I guess. I mean, my stomach feels kinda weird cause I was sleeping on it all night, but whatever.” Daniel lets out a breathy laugh and smiles down at you. 

“I think Bill is gonna drop us off to do some shopping later. You wanna come?”

“Ha, I actually blew waaay too much money earlier this week on new clothes. I think I’ll hang back for this one.” Daniel’s smile widens, showing the gap between his front teeth. 

“Of course you spent a lot of money. You probably went past your budget, huh?”

“Yuuuup.” Daniel just nods, knowing you oh too well.

“Would you two shut up? This bean’s tryna sleep!” Corbyn scolds, throwing his shirt from the night before at your face.

“Yes, your highness. My deepest apologies!” You shout, earning a vulgar gesture from Jack. 

Everyone except for you and August run out of the bus, excited to explore and stretch their legs. You cuddle up next to August on the couch, your legs crossing over his lap so you’re facing him. He notices that you’re staring at him and puts his phone down. 

“Yes, beautiful?” You smile as he uses his hand to cup your cheek, leaning into his touch. 

“Nothin. I just haven’t seen you in a long time, that’s all.” August pulls you closer to him until you’re sitting in his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and he smiles, his eyes dancing between your lips and your eyes. 

“Listen babe, I’m really sorry that I can’t come visit you more often. I hate having these miles and miles between us. I just want you to know that no matter what, I love you… even if I don’t say it enough. I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have you in my life, like I have no idea what I did to deserve you and-” 

“Just shut up and kiss me.” You say, making August laugh. You shake your head and bring your lips to his, kissing him softly. He hastily deepens the kiss, holding the back of your head with one hand, the other hanging low on your hips. August breaks the kiss, his lips going to your neck. He places gentle kisses all over your skin, sucking lightly. A gasp escapes you as he finds your sweet spot. Your lips close around his as his fingers slip underneath the hem of your, tracing your lower back. He makes you crazy, wanting more, crazing more. You get on to your knees, putting one on either side of him, so you’re straddling him. He plants kisses down your neck to your chest. Your low cut shirt exposing the top of your bra. He pulls you down so you’re once again seated on his lap. August’s tongue sweeps into your mouth for a second, teasing you. You break the kiss, panting for air. You rest your forehead against his, your eyes locking. In this moment, his bright eyes seem so much darker, their intensity undeniable. 

He brings you back in for another long, passionate kiss. He grasps the hem of your shirt, starting to pull it up, over your head. Before it gets up to your bra, the curtain flies open, revealing a laughing Daniel. His eyes find you and August, and widen, his jaw falling to the floor. 

“Oh. My. God.” You and your boyfriend automatically fly apart, you pulling your shirt down as you scramble to the other side of the couch. “Guys!” Daniel shouts, a smile growing on his lips. You throw your head in your hands, your face turning a red as a tomato. You hear hammering footsteps and already know that Zach is in the doorway. 

“What happened?” He asks anxiously. 

“Yo, Y/N and August were gettin’ it oooon!” Daniel exclaims, nodding his head, making his beanie nearly fall off his head.

“Right here? Damn it, bro! I liked that couch!” Jack grumbles, appearing out of no where. “Meh, whatever. We all get horny sometimes.” 

“Jack Robert Avery!” You exclaim, finally looking up. 

“Oh sorry, Mom!” He shouts back, making everyone laugh except you, still embarrassed to your core. “If y’all wanna finish, we can leave-” 

“NO! Stop it!”

“Just a suggestion.” Jack walks away,arms raised in surrender. August stands up and walk over to you,planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“Love you, babe.” He says before walking out of the room, trailing behind Daniel and Jack. Zach plops down next to you on the couch. He slings an arm across your shoulders, pulling you into him. 

For the rest of the day, you can’t look anyone in the eye. 


AN: Chapter 1 and 2 were posted separately, but this is the WHOLE fic (chapter 3 included). I don’t know why, but it feels like it belongs all together. Don’t ask me to explain it, because I totally can’t. It just does.

Summary: Neverland is more than a place of adventure and eternal youth. To Lucy, Neverland is home. [NaLu] [Rated T] [Peter Pan AU]

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I am a lost boy from Neverland

Usually hanging out with Peter Pan

And when we’re bored we play in the woods

Always on the run from Captain Hook

“Run, run, lost boy, ” they say to me

Away from all of reality

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free

Neverland is home to lost boys like me

And lost boys like me are free”

–“Lost Boy”, Ruth B.

The first time she sees him she thinks she is dreaming. He is a mere shadow dancing on the moon, his silhouette growing bigger and bigger until he is framed by her bedroom window with a back drop of inky night and bright stars. She blinks, slow and with eyes still heavy with sleep, and he is gone. 

In the morning she thinks that the vision of a pink haired boy must be derived from her loneliness.

The house she grew up in is no longer the home she once knew. It hasn’t been since her mother died. The bustling household has turned stale, the rooms quiet. Mrs. Spetto, her governess, has been fired - the cook as well. The maid only comes once a week now, to dust and do her father’s laundry. Lucy looks forward to her visits, even though she is ignored in favor of getting chores done. It breaks up the monotony of her days. 

At night, usually after dark, her father comes home. He doesn’t say hello, doesn’t ask about her day, instead he walks up the stairs and to his study. He shuts the door behind him. He goes to bed after she has fallen asleep, and leaves for work - or wherever else he goes - before she wakes. She can’t remember the last time they had a conversation. The most she ever hears from him is the sound of his pen scratching against parchment that leaks through the cracks in the copper keyhole.

Still, she is lucky. She is not blind to the children begging outside her front door. She sees them, filthy and dressed in rags, through her bedroom window. She knows that while she is housed by a roof and ornately decorated walls, their home consists of alleyways and makeshift boxes. Many of their lungs are blackened by soot and coal from working at the factories, she can hear it in the way some of the older children cough. As lonely as she is, she knows things can be far, far worse. 

Still - she knows that things can be far better as well. 

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Starker prompt- Jealous Tony

Thank you so much @the-caps-ass for the prompt, hope you like it! (Also just a warning I can’t write to save my life, so.)

Tony knows he’s being stupid, immature even. God, he’s acting like a damn teenager, stalking– okay, not stalking, as if Tony can sound any creepier– observing his boyfriend almost obsessively. Still he can’t help but peer out of the half-open car window; staring as Peter bounds down the steps of his school doors, backpack slung carelessly over his shoulder. He’s wearing a soft blue sweater that’s a little too big, sleeves falling over his wrists and Tony should not be finding that as cute as it is.

He’s still mesmerised by the way the sunlight falls across Peter’s curls, colouring it a hazel brown, when he finally realises that the boy’s not alone. There’s another kid beside him, a guy with a green shirt and jeans and walking way too close next to Peter. Tony shifts in his seat, pressing against the car door and he knows that what he’s doing counts as borderline stalking now, but he can’t bring himself to care. They’re talking animatedly, engrossed in conversation; then the guy says something and Peter laughs, face split into a huge smile as he playfully punches the other on the shoulder– what the fuck? The guy grins, lurching forward and tickling Peter’s side, making him squeal with laughter; and Tony’s overcome with the urge to march out there, grab his boyfriend and drag him away–

Okay, woah, calm down, Tony tells himself. The boy’s probably just Peter’s friend, a classmate maybe; it’s just a friendly conversation. There’s no need to get so protective. He glances out the window again as the boys part ways, Peter waving as he turns and walks towards Tony’s car. The kid spots him then, face lighting up into a smile, but Tony’s too preoccupied with watching the other guy stare at his boyfriend, stupid grin still on his face.

“Hey!” Tony jolts as Peter opens the door, sliding into the passenger seat. “Sorry, did you wait here long? Class was released late–”

“Who’s the guy?” Tony blurts before he can stop himself. Peter blinks confusedly at him, hand still on his seat belt.


“The boy. The one you just talked to.”

“Oh! You mean Harry?” Peter tilts his head. “He’s just a classmate, why?”

“What were you guys talking about?” Shit, seriously Tony? Stop. Peter’s facing him now, frowning slightly, Tony keeping his gaze firmly on the steering wheel and trying to act casual.

“Um, just…school stuff? He needed help for his Calculus assignment.” At the hum in response, Peter adds, “Is there anything wrong? You’re acting kinda weird–”

“Nope!” Tony interjects, attempting a nonchalant shrug. “Just curious, that’s all. Let’s go, there’s still a lot to be done in the lab.” He moves to start the ignition, but pauses when he sees Peter squinting at him. “What?”

The boy bites his lip, then asks, “Are you jealous?” When Tony doesn’t reply, Peter’s mouth curl up into a tiny grin, honey brown eyes twinkling mischievously. “Oh my god, you are!”

And Tony’s done holding himself back, he leans over and kisses Peter, who yelps adorably in surprise. Tony grins against his lips, pressing closer; reaching up and carding his fingers through those silky locks. The boy sighs, then pulls back, an endearing blush on his cheeks as he smiles up at him questioningly.

“Okay, maybe I am,” Tony concedes, hooking his fingers into the collar of Peter’s hoodie to pull him closer, presses a kiss to his neck; making a whimper escaping the boy’s lips.

“What are you– oh my god Tony, we’re just outside of school, people could see us–”

“Let them,” Tony breathes, gently scraping his teeth on Peter’s collarbone and grinning as he feels him shiver. “Then everyone will know that you’re mine.”

“Holy shit,” Peter stutters, arms slung across Tony’s shoulders as he arches towards his touch, and Tony can feel his leg pressing uncomfortably against the side of the car but he doesn’t care.

Then there’s a tap on the window behind him, and both of them jerk away in surprise; Tony watches as Peter’s eyes widen.

“Harry!” Peter squeaks, and sure enough the guy’s there, jaw slack in shock and eyes huge. Tony winds down the car window, raising an eyebrow.


“Um, uh, I just wanted to give Peter– I mean, he left his book with me,” Harry babbles, shoving said book towards Tony. “Uh, okay, bye.” Before any of them can react he turns and leaves hurriedly, face flushed red. Biting back a grin, Tony turns towards Peter, who’s burying his head in his hands.

“Oh god.”

Tony laughs. “Nice friend you have there.” Peter glares at him through his fingers.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” He teases, pressing a quick kiss to his boyfriend’s lips again. Peter rolls his eyes, grabbing the book from him.

“No I don’t,” He sighs.