this would be nice on a shirt!

Honeymoon Shawn (Destination Wedding)

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  • Somewhere like Hawaii, Jamaica, Mexico or Cuba
  • A secluded hut out on the water of some kind. 
  • Waking up to the wind blowing white curtains
  • Fresh air
  • Both of you getting up to eat a nice colourful plate of cut fruit and eggs. 
  • Mimosas while sitting outside together on the water. Talking about the wedding and the party. Being happy that your families and friends had fun.
  • “Hey guess what we’re married.”
  • “Is really is that what I did yesterday? Oh shit I forgot” 
  • Jumping into the water off the deck. 
  • Shawn looking good dripping wet, those shorts sticking to his skin
  • “nice”
  • Getting dressed and going into town, trying to talk to locals. Shawn trying really hard. 
  • DAD BUTTON UP SHIRTS + FLIP FLOPS
  • Walking through the markets trying on hats and picking up nick nacks.
  • “Do you think mom would like this?”
  • Stopping at a little restaurant getting a Corona, a cold beer or water and something to eat. 
  • Holding hands down the busy streets.
  • Shawn getting drunk off the unlimited drinks
  • “Shawn you’re so goofy when you’re tipsy.”
  • “Yeah but I’m happy.” 
  • Checking out the beach. Also writing your names in the sand and taking a picture because cliche is still fun. 
  • If there is foreign music = Salsa hips for 2.5 seconds.
  • Just being happy.
  • “What do you want to do today?” 
  • “I have an idea”
  • Shawn rents a Jeep and takes you out all day to see the Island or area.
  • Driving under huge shade trees as the sun comes through
  • Listening to music like Colbie Calliet, Jason Mraz and A LOT of John as you drive 
  • Shawn turning to you and making this happen (0:31) (song yes included)
  • Looking over at him when he’s not looking and you think of how lucky you got as you watch him (he does the same when you’re not looking)
  • His sunglasses and his hair twirling in the air from the breeze
  • Smiles
  • Late hot sticky passionate sex
  • A lot of ‘i love you’s’ and a sweet smile before a quick kiss
  • watching the sun set in the water every night 

anonymous asked:

oo girl can you do one where ash decides to make you dinner and treats you with so many things and right at 12:00 am he proposes? Your writing is amazing😍💙👌

Yes of course! And thank you for saying that about my writing, it was so sweet.  

I came home from a hard day at work late. I would usually get down and seven but I didn’t arrive home until eight. All I wanted was to curl up in bed with Ashton and sleep the night away. Sighing, I walked up to our home door and opened it. When I walked in, the kitchen was right there, and dark. It was candlelit with a home made meal sat on the table. I dropped my things off and looked around the room.

“Ashton?” I called, “What is all of this?” He came out wearing a nice button up shirt and his skinny jeans. “I made you dinner. I figured after work you’d like a nice evening to relax and enjoy yourself.” He smiled and pulled out a chair for me to sit on.

I smiled at him and took the seat. “Thanks Ash, that’s super sweet of you. And sorry I was late home, I got held up at work.” I said as he sat down next to me and served out the food. “It’s fine, don’t worry about anything tonight.”

He prepared steak, mashed potatoes, mac'n'cheese, and bought some sparkling apple cider. We ate and talked about each of our days until it was about 9:15. “Thank you Ash so much for this wonderful dinner. I’ll clean up now and you can head to bed if you’d like?“ I offered and started to put the dishes in the sink before he came up and grabbed my arm to stop me.

"No, no babe, I got this, just go sit in the living room, because I’m not finished yet.” He said as I stared at him in confusion. “Ok.” I said uneasily. I sat down on the living room couch and waited for Ashton to come in too. When he came in, he told me to close my eyes so he could get something.

I closed my eyes hesitantly and waited for him to come back. “Ok, Y/n, you can open your eyes now.” He said gently as I slowly opened my eyes. I gasped as I saw a bouquet of flowers in his hand and two tickets to the new All Time Low concert.

“Ashton, this is so amazing I said grabbing the flowers to smell them. I stared at the tickets and set the flowers down. I pulled him into a hug and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Thanks Ash, this was beautiful.” I murmured into his skin. I pulled away and sat back down on the couch.

“Come on, let’s just watch a movie babe.” He sat down next to me and put a movie in. It was late, around 10:30 when we got settled with popcorn, and were all cuddled up. We played the movie and right before midnight, he hit pause and got up.

“Ash, where are you going?” I asked when he stood up. “I’ll be right back I have to get something.” He said as he raced up the steps. When he came back down, he got on one knee and looked up at me. I looked over to the clock and it read 11:59.

“Y/n, I’ve had an amazing three years with you being your boyfriend. I love you so much, and I never want to leave you. You are my favorite thing to wake up to and the only thing I dream about when I go to sleep. You know exactly how to make me feel better when I’m down and you’re so kind to everyone you know. I love you, and you love me, so, Y/n, will you marry me?”

Right then, at exactly midnight, Ashton and I were engaged. We were happy, and we were together. Just like we would be for the rest of our lives. 
 

2

“Undermine their pompous authority, reject their moral standards, make anarchy and disorder your trademarks. Cause as much chaos and disruption as possible but don’t let them take you ALIVE.”

Found the shirt! But it’s kinda sold out!…Also Tommy Henriksen would be so proud that Johnny is wearing a shirt of Sid Vicious!

From the Other Side of the Signing Table

“I don’t know what to say to you,” the girl said. “Um, thanks, I guess.”

“Thanks is good,” I replied.

Silence stretched, punctuated only by the scuffle of a Sharpie on a page.

We were in the same boat, the girl and I — both at a book festival, both at the end of a long day full of people, both in a signing line that had been going on for an hour already. There was only one big difference between us: she was on one side of the table, and I was on the other. Sometimes that difference seems to matter more than others.

Before I was published, I read a lot of accounts of what it was like to have your work out there, but I never read anything about what it was like to have yourself out there. I suppose I never really thought about it, to tell you the truth. I thought you wrote a book and hopefully people liked it and if I thought about book tours at all, I figured they involved standing on a stage for a bit before disappearing into a rental car. The truth, however, is that now — ten years and fifteen novels in to my career — most of my hours in front of people are spent in a signing line. Forty minutes on a stage or behind a table for a panel, and then two or three hours meeting a few hundred strangers. I had no idea what it would be like.

This is what it’s like.


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Little Things that help in long distance relationships

- setting boundaries
- making sure your partner is feeling okay multiple times a day (bc you can’t always see if they’re happy or sad)
- honesty 24/7 365
- always tell them how you feel. They can’t fix it if they don’t know you’re upset or uncomfy.
- presents (for Christmas and birthdays if you can. Some people are in the closet and valentine’s day gifts are too shady.)
- skyping
- phone calls
- texting daily
- talking out your fights and not storming off
- no cheating (but like my dudes that’s a given in every relationship)
- movie dates where you skype and watch the same movie
- picking a tv show you two watch at the same time and text about
- respecting boundaries (every relationship tho guys cmon.)
- making each other a Playlist
- giving each other a tag
- posting about each other
- sending them something of yours like a shirt or a stuffed animal
- telling them how you wanna cuddle them
- and kiss them
- planning out how you two will meet or what you would do when you two are living together
- send them a post and just simply say “this reminded me of you.”
- SENDING EACH OTHER LETTERS BC ITS OLD FASHIONED AF BUT ITS SUPER NICE TO HAVE SOMETHING IN THE OTHER PERSONS WRITING
- maybe tell them that you talk to your friends about them. (It’s always super nice to hear your partner brags about you.)
- reminding them that you love them and only them
- sending them random cheesy paragraphs

bts scenario: they wake you up sexually

thank you for your request, baby! hope you don’t mind that i changed it slightly. xx

requests: open

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jin: jin was always willing and ready to pleasure his s/o, and you just looked so beautiful in the low light from the sun. he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before moving across your face and down your neck. finding that one spot he knew made you squirm, he bit down and he could feel you shudder under his skin. as you came to you whispered, “jinnie,” to which he just laughed and continued his ministrations leaving hickies anywhere and everywhere. 

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

yoongi: yoongi could barely hold himself back from your soft skin peaking out from under the shirt you were wearing, his shirt that is. you softly moaned in your sleep as he readjusted your body. yoongi brought himself into a push up position over your body before softly grinding down. your body reacted with his immediately and your cheeks flushed as your eyes opened. “good morning princess,” he whispered into your ear before grinding harder onto you again.

Originally posted by remartins97

hoseok: you were flat on your stomach, your shirt had ridden up to expose your lower back. hobi took one look at you and he could already feel himself hardening. he sat up and placed his body on your upper thighs as he started to caress your body, slowly awakening you. upon waking up you could feel the hard on pressed against your backside. you pushed your hips backwards, making your butt grind against him, he moaned and you knew you were in for a pleasurable morning.

Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

namjoon: namjoon woke up with your soft body pressed against his in a spooning position. he could feel his morning wood as he moved slightly. before he could stop himself, he was slowly grinding against you while pulling you closer to his body by wrapping an arm around your chest. the feeling of his movements and the heavy breaths against your ear lulled you from sleep. “joonie?” you questioned before he moaned directly into your ear. luckily, he chose the right girlfriend, who was always up for sex, and you flipped over so you were straddling him within seconds.

Originally posted by https-km

jimin: jimin woke up with you on his chest, sleeping peacefully. he softly stroked your hair as he smiled down at you. from his movements, your body pressed closer to his unintentionally. the feeling of your soft body moving on top of his was too much and he quickly felt himself hardening. you continued to move your body against his and it soon became too much. jimin gently shook your arms as he whispered into your ear, “wake up babygirl, daddy’s gotta fuck you nice and slow.”

Originally posted by hunnysyub

taehyung: taehyung, always quite playful, woke up before you miraculously one day and decided it would be fun to play with you. he slowly pushed his hands under the front of your shirt until he reached your chest. he let his fingers slowly roll over the quickly hardening nipples before giving them a pinch. your body reacted immediately and you woke up with a gasp. “taehyung,” you groaned at the sudden feeling of pleasure. when he didn’t continue, you bucked up into his hands basically begging for more. “you get turned on fast, huh, kitten?” 

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

jungkook: jungkook, the poor shy little bunny had woken up with morning wood and he had no idea what to do. he immediately looked over at you with flushed cheeks and took in your soft, warm body. a soft shiver ran down his spine as he watched your body softly rise and fall with soft breaths. he ran his hand over his hard on through his pants and immediately moaned. the need for release became to much and he pushed his hand under the band of his underwear and grabbed onto his cock. the sound of his moans quickly awoke you from sleep and you were quick to help him with his, problem.

Originally posted by dream-bts


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I wasn’t very nice in this. After being called rude and whatnot my patience went.

I suppose my Teeshirt post which is here: http://mamajebbun.tumblr.com/post/157777204204/dream-and-nightmares-t-shirt could of took the wrong way. I’m just being honest.

I was just suggesting different ideas and I would of like to see a Spanish version. I love Spainish. Its a lovely language. However I never got a chance to say it.

This is the second time she went off on one. I just can’t support her anymore. I think its horrible how she treats people. I wouldn’t have even bothered showing this if it wasn’t for the fact I was in my own way helping her.

Nursemaid

(Jimin’s crush comes over to his house to help him out after he suffers an injury that leaves him with limited use of both hands.)

Warnings: 6000+ words of smut, Jimin POV, I’ll let you guess what kind of smut takes place


“I can’t believe you managed to injure both of your hands on the same day.” Hoseok’s girlfriend, Sophie, stifled a laugh while she said it. “I can’t tell if you are dumb or just unlucky.”

 Jimin sighed.  He had been stupid and drunk when he and Jungkook went out into the street to play with fireworks.  One went off too close to his hand, burning his right palm requiring a trip to the emergency room where his injury was cleaned and bandaged.  The doctor gave him a lecture about drunk people and explosives and how fortunate he was not to have blasted off his fingers.            

While exiting the hospital, Jimin immediately tripped over the curb and landed with his full weight onto his left hand resulting in a small fracture and return trip to the emergency room to get a splint to immobilize his other hand.   Now, every time Jimin saw someone, he had to suffer the embarrassment of explaining what happened. People had a hard time not laughing when they heard how he managed to get hurt twice in one day.

 “Does it hurt much?” you asked him.

“Not really. As long as I don’t bump into anything or use my fingers too much, it’s okay.” At least you seemed to be genuinely concerned about his well-being. That’s one of the reasons Jimin liked you, you always seemed caring and sincere.  The other main reason he liked you was because he thought you were incredibly hot.  There were plenty of nights Jimin stayed up fantasizing about what it would feel like to be with you.  He wanted to ask you out, but had been waiting until there was some indication that you were even the slightest bit interested in him.  He was starting to think that maybe he had a chance with you, but he felt neutered with his injuries, unable to do things like casually touch you and see how you would respond to his advances.  Jimin resolved to make a move as soon as he had full use of his hands again.

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the signs as ppl i saw at the airport at 4 am
  • Aries: the pilot that had a bottle of pepsi and a bottle of coke in his hands and looked at both for a long while before buying them both, mixing them into the same cup, and downing the whole cup in one swing.
  • Taurus: the old guy who accidentally threw his phone in the trash and got his two year old granddaughter to dig it out of the trash
  • Gemini: the guy across the waiting area from me that bought a whole bag of black licorice and poured it in his mouth
  • Cancer: the lady that has spider earrings in February
  • Leo: the obvious just-married couple that started making out aggressively in starbucks
  • Virgo: the guy trimming his nose hairs in the bathroom
  • Libra: the guy whose flight got delayed by and hour and he just kinda. collapsed into a chair and he looked like he was about to sob.
  • Scorpio: the very nice lady that asked me how old i was and how highschool was and offered me a cookie from her purse. it was stale and had a bite taken out of it.
  • Sagittarius: this 5 year old girl that was wearing five jackets while her parents wore shorts
  • Capricorn: that guy in gate 69 who would dab every time someone said "69" over the intercom
  • Aquarius: this girl talking on the phone to her husband and trying to explain how to make a perfect eyeliner wing
  • Pisces: the guy who obviously lost his luggage and was wearing a too-small powderpuff girl shirt and bags under his eyes.

anonymous asked:

What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??

Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.

1. Charmer

Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses. 

Fuck.

He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.

Dammit.

Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.

“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”

“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.

“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”

_X_

“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. 

“Um, hi,” he said.

“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.” 

“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.

“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.” 

“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.

“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase. 

Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”

2. Nurseydex

“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”

Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.

“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.

“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.

“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.

By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.

Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED

Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at. 

He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.

Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.

“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.

“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”

“Is the draft still there?”

“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.

“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.

“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.

“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.

“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”

“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”

3. Zimbits

Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.

No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.

Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.

“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead. 

omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.

omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit

omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard

Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.

zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM

omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17

A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.

omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.

zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?

omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing

zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)

omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?

zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.

omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.

zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?

omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?

zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…

omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.

Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.

Suga Daddy: Part 7

Suga Daddy: Part 7

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Words: 9.6k

Genre: Smut, angst, dirty talk, dom!Yoongi

There is another gif in the story that describes the moment I was portraying. Ignore Namjoon’s name on it, lol. Anyway, enjoy :) 

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six 

You had never been more excited to get out of dance practice. Yugyeom had been making fun of you the entire time because you were so out of it. You were trying to hide that from Jane because you were slightly messing up. “Shut up,” you pushed Yugyeom with a laugh, “Some of us are trying to focus.”

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Yuri on Ice BD audio commentary translation - Volume 3

Translation of the audio commentary of the BD/DVD vol.3, by Mitsurou Kubo and Junichi Suwabe, voice actor of Victor Nikiforov. I really wanted to post this before the weekend because I’m not going to be home a lot, so I decided “well, I might just not sleep tonight and translate this instead”… This time there are some parts that I translated almost integrally. They talk a lot about Victor, especially Suwabe’s struggle to get into the role. It provides insight while at the same time not providing… since apparently it’s very hard to guess what is “right” when talking about Victor. I’m sure you will get what I mean if you read what they say…

The commentary is only for episode 6. Episode 5 has no commentary. It’s not a full translation but I summarized most of what they said, and as I wrote above some parts are almost completely translated. As in the previous ones, the format is different from normal interview translations, and you can find my comments too (mostly in brackets).

Translation under the post because it’s long. Enjoy!


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Highlights from Talks Machina (Episode 99)
  • New set!
  • Jon Heder’s coming back next week!
  • Sam had no plan B if the Fate die hadn’t worked out.
  • Sam thinks of it as poor planning on his part that Taryon didn’t talk to Vex ahead of time about thinking of leaving.
  • Ashley thinks it’s funny that people consider Pike to be the mom friend of the group. She thinks of Pike as “the little weirdo of the group”, but watching back bits and pieces, she can sort of see where people are getting it. Laura points out that the party all winds up tattling on each other to her in the process of getting her caught up.
  • Everyone is Sam:


  • Sam was surprised by everyone’s reactions - everyone was super happy and excited during the break, and then things shifted once they got back into character.
  • Ashley was surprised at how mad Pike was. She found herself trying to be nice but couldn’t, and realized Grog was in the same boat. Laura, on the other hand, thought Vex was gonna be more angry. Vex is also in the mode of “be really pleasant and say all the right things so he doesn’t go away again”.
  • Vex’s check noticed that his shadow was smaller.
  • Sam didn’t know this was going to happen when it did; Matt managed the timing, although they’d worked out some possible details beforehand. Jon Heder was legitimately never supposed to say “The Meat Man”, which gave the game away too soon, but it worked out perfectly for his character.
  • Scanlan disguised himself as a defense mechanism.
  • If they hadn’t recognized Scanlan, he wouldn’t have come back after delivering that info—that was their one shot.
  • A theory is floated that this was all a way for Sam to get twice as much fanart as everyone else. “Yes. No, it’s super dickish, I’m sorry.” Sam resolves to stop being the surprise guy in the next campaign.
  • Everyone tries to get Laura to spill the beans on what Vex was being mysterious about, but she refuses.
  • Travis refused to come on the show to talk about it this week; he’ll talk about it later, but not yet.
  • Laura isn’t sure yet whether Vex is gonna pull out the hat again.
  • Laura is very amused that Vax didn’t catch on to Vex having a secret. Sam: “Do you think he was being deliberately obtuse?” Laura: “No, I think it’s like Larkin.” If he’d pushed, she probably would’ve explained.
  • Pike mostly punched Lionel because Grog wouldn’t walk away from a fight, and she could tell how hurt he was.
  • Re: episode 100: “be there on time.”

Talks Machina: Dark Edition (with more lights than before)

  • Sam wins the roll for hosting and has some trouble adjusting. “What am I looking at? There’s just a teleprompter with a light flashing next to the word ‘Brian’.” “Skipping all of the good questions and just going to the weird ones…” “To Liam… oh, he’s not here.”
  • Asked why he decided to bring Scanlan down a darker path: “Scanlan started dying and it started messing with his head.”
  • Vex currently has zero gold.
  • Everyone reminisces about how they met Taliesin and how nice he is.
  • Advice to give themselves if they could go back to episode one. Ashley: “I would tell myself to not get a job so I could keep playing the game.”
  • Sam has two apps on his phone that make t-shirts instantly. The last shirt was made while showing Matt how the app worked.
Boyfriend Keith Headcanons

I’ve seen a lot of Klance head canons in my day (you have to imagine me saying this whilst sitting in a rocking chair on someone’s verandah) and a lot of them seem to focus a lot on Lance, which is great! And I get it! Lance is more extroverted and probably does the BIG romantic gestures, but I bet Keith is also a really rad boyfriend. So here’s some boyfriend Keith head canons.

  • Relationships are very important to Keith because of how much time he has spent in isolation. He’s very sentimental and saves ticket stubs from movie dates. He hangs flowers upside down so they dry and he can keep them. There’s a box of these trinkets filled with cute notes Lance has left on his door, a cool rock Lance gave Keith because he said it was the same colour as his eyes, a band-aid (gross) that Lance put on his wrist before they started officially dating.
  • He starts wearing his hair up more because he knows Lance likes it. He even buys some matching bobby pins and Lance wears his set proudly around the ship.
  • Koala boyfriend.
  • Knows all of Lance’s most ticklish spots.
  • Does drills with Hunk in secret to learn all of Lance’s siblings, aunts, uncles, grandparents, parents, etc. He gets Lance to teach him how to sew (“oh, I’m just getting some holes in my gloves and think it would be nice to repair them myself”) and he cross-stitches Lance’s family tree for christmas. 
  • He adds an additional branch for team Volton cuz they’re family too
  • Lance cries for an hour. 
  • When no ones around he’ll say HORRIFICALLY dirty things to Lance. Half of them don’t make sense. And it’s kind of a joke that Keith has no idea what sexual innuendoes are. Sometimes he’ll know he has the euphemism wrong, but he’ll whisper it to Lance anyway just to hear him laugh. 
  • REALLY likes Lance’s legs. 
  • And smooth tummy. 
  • Happily big spoons the night away.
  • Protective boyfriend.
  • Lance makes him a t-shirt with his own face on it as a joke…. but Keith… wears it? Like a lot?
  • Some alien - “The blue one is on your shirt?”
  • Keith - “… Yeah?”
  • Lance is both flattered and mortified. 
  • Someone once made a very inappropriate pass at Lance and kept touching him and cornering him. Lance tried to quietly slip away and not cause a scene when Keith just HEADBUTTED THE GUY. Gross dude dropped to the ground and didn’t get up for a while. 
  • Hugs from behind a lot.
  • Velcro boyfriend.
  • Will grow up to be that old man, who when he opens his wallet, a cascade of plastic sleeves filled with photos falls out.  
The Hulk’s Daughter

Originally posted by hamilll

Peter Parker x Reader

The Hulk’s Daughter

Warnings: None?

Author: Morgan

Prompt: What about you being like a new avenger (and working in the lab wit father figure Bruce) and you “meet” the others for the first time at the party

Note: I took some creative liberties here…hope you don’t mind. I’ve been in a super Peter Parker mood lately, so, here ya go. Also, I’m not dead, and I think this will serve as the first of like seven-ish fics in what I call: The Morgan Reniassance.

Being a high school student was tough. Being a high school student and a student intern at the Avengers’ Tower? Tougher yet. And being a superhero on top of it all…you didn’t know how the hell you fit in time for homework, but somehow you managed. Luckily for you, it was spring break now, so you kind of had time to chill and catch up on everything you were falling behind on.

“Hey (Y/N), would you mind passing me the file over there?” Bruce Banner, your kind of sort of father figure asked, motioning across your station to a file detailing the new pieces of tech Tony had whipped up in his free time.

“Yep, no prob.” You slid it down to him. He pushed up his glasses and nodded appreciatively. You took a long sip from your mug of coffee. You hadn’t even liked it that much, but it was kind of a necessity in the lab.

“So…” Bruce smirked a little bit. “Tony’s throwing a party tonight.”

“I don’t know if I can go…you know, I have like three packets of Algebra homework to catch up on.”

“He’s not going to take that as an excuse and you know it.”

“Ughhhh, I know.”

“I think he wants you to finally meet Spiderman.”

“Wait.” This changed everything. “Spiderman is going to be there?”

“Little crush, huh?”

“W-what? Pfft, no.” Yes. “There is no way I have a crush on Spiderman.” Yes you did. “That’s ridiculous.” No. It really wasn’t.

“Don’t worry. He’s a nice kid.” Bruce removed a gear from the little bot in his hand with a pair of tweezers and then replaced it. “And I heard he has a little bit of a crush on Galactic Girl, if my sources are right.”

“OhmyGodreally?!” Your eyes glowed pink for the shortest second and you nearly fell off of your stool. “I mean, cool. That’s cool. I guess. Maybe I could meet him. Or something.”

“Okay, but if he breaks your heart, I’ll break him.”

“Okay Dad,” you smirked. He smiled. Dad. A title he never thought he would hold. And yet, here he was with this teenager who had latched onto him. And he couldn’t have been happier.

***

You walked into the party wearing a pink shirt and galaxy leggings. You had put on more makeup than usual, and you were accompanied by Tony and Bruce, one on each arm.

“And this is Wanda and Pietro and you already know Nat.” Tony introduced. “Ladies and Speedy, meet the newbie.”

“Nice to meet you,” Wanda offered her hand. Pietro smirked, Natasha smiled. You were in awe. You had heard so much about these people, and here they were, dressed in street clothes and making small talk.

“And this is Capsicle and his USO girls.” Tony motioned to Captain America himself, who was standing beside Sam and Bucky.

“Ha. Very funny.” Sam chuckled and shook his head.

“Welcome to the team, (Y/N).” Steve saluted.

“T-thank you.”

“Don’t pass out.” Bruce muttered.

“I’m trying.” You replied through an awestruck smile. And yet, the more people you were introduced to, the more it became obvious that the reason you were here…wasn’t here yet.

“Spider Boy is on his way.” Tony read a message on his phone, and not even thirty seconds later, the red-clad young super hero was clinging to the window. He peered inside for a few seconds before waving awkwardly. Unlike everyone else, he was wearing his uniform.

He climbed into the penthouse, landing on his feet right in front of Tony.

“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Stark. There was a robbery and-”

“Relax, kid. You’re fine.” He motioned to his face. “But uh-”

“Oh. Oh! Right. Sorry.” He tugged off the red mask, releasing a head of tousled brown hair and kind brown eyes. God, he was cute. Waaaaay cuter than you had expected him to be. “You uh, must be the new girl.” He thrust his hand forward. “I’m Peter Man. I mean- Spider Parker. I uh,”

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You shook his hand with a grin. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”

“You break her heart, I’ll break you,” Bruce warned with a well-meaning chuckle as he and Tony removed themselves from the conversation.

“So uh, your dad is the Hulk, huh?”

“My adoptive dad, yeah.” You laughed. “He’s awesome. Took me in after I got involved with all of this alien shit. I really don’t know what I’d do without him.” You looked over to Bruce, who was standing at the bar with Tony. “And you’re Tony’s…nephew-ish thing, right?”

“You could say that, yeah.” Peter smiled and chuckled. “I’m um, going to get changed. I swear I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll hold you to that, bug boy.” You smiled. Peter ran off as Nat walked up to you.

“So, you and Parker, huh?”

“What? I just met him.”

“Remember: I know everything.” She winked.

“Right. Of course. How could I forget?”

“Don’t smart mouth me, young lady.” She gave you a playful shove.

“Yes, ma’am.” You playfully shoved her back as Peter walked back into the room, this time wearing a Bill Nye t-shirt with a flannel and some jeans. Somehow, he was even cuter this way. “Here comes your boyfriend.” She walked away before you could retort.

“Much better.” He grinned. You nodded. There was a patch of silence, and then Tony turned on some very loud, very danceable music. Bruce met your eyes and then tilted his head towards the slowly-assembling makeshift dance floor. Peter seemed to get the hint. “Do uh, do you want to dance?”

“S-sure!” You replied. He held out his hand. You stared at it for a second before slipping yours into it.

***

“So, looks like Parker’s gonna be your son-in-law, huh Brucie?” Nat smirked as she watched you and Peter dance like the dorks you were. It was cute.

“Yeah. He’s a good kid. I’m glad things worked out.”

“Me too. But if he breaks her heart, I’ll break him in half.” Nat smirked.

“You’ll have to get in line.”

Boss's Orders

Boss’s Orders (m)

Word count: 2.6k

Genre: filth, apparently I have a thing for shameless office sex ;)

I tried a different style of writing for this one… anyway, enjoy.

Originally posted by gotjimin


I was doing some faxing for Mr. Park, my boss. He was making me work late, yet again. He had made me work late a lot these past few weeks. Sometimes a couple of other people were with me but tonight I was the only one left.

He had gotten on to me because one of my reports was messed up. It wasn’t a surprise to me that one out of the twenty I was given, at the same time, was not perfect. Mr. Park always got pretty mad with me for unknown reasons. Or I just was around when he’d need to take his pent up anger out on someone. It was sad that the only reason I put up with him was because I needed this job… and that I was insanely attracted to him. Although, I felt especially attracted to him when he got on to me. There was something about his aggressive, hard voice that made my knees weak and my panties wet. He’d sometimes slam his fist on his desk and i’d have to bit my lip to keep from moaning.

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