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A Little Too Long

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Nothing??

It’s been almost a year since you’ve been on a date. When Steve offers to take you out just to make you feel better, you don’t realize just what this might stir up for the two of you.

A/N: I wrote this for @rileyloves5 as she needs some cheering up, and Steve fluff is always a guarantee.


“I need some good places for tonight.” Buck looks up from his phone as he comes into the living room where you and the team are strewn about, playing on your phones, reading the paper, watching a random TV movie. You’re in one of the chairs legs over the armrest, back against the other.

“Depends what do you have in mind.” Tony looks up from his paper.

“I think I want to, you know, woo her.” Buck shrugs.

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anonymous asked:

You look really tired

I didn’t plan on banging on my boyfriend’s door at 4 AM, smashed out of my mind, but as it was I had had way too many tequila shots and now the bar was closed and instead of going home I was at Harry’s house.

“Baby, wake up!” I yelled as I banged on the door, “I’m sorry! Let me in! Just wanna see you!”

It took about ten minutes of this, plus a few ignored calls to his cellphone before the door swung open and I was greeted by my very grumpy boyfriend. He was shirtless and his hair was all over the place as he glared at me. I reached up to trace the imprint of his pillow that was currently on his cheek and giggled, “You look really tired.”

He pushed my hand away, “Well, it’s 4 AM and I was sleeping before someone decided to create a ruckus outside my house.”

I giggled again, “Ruckus… What a fun word.” I kept laughing and ended up swaying, causing me to lose my balance.

“Easy!” Harry reached out and steadied me before sighing and pulling me inside. “How much did you drink tonight?”

I hiccuped. “Not sure. Lost track.”

“C’mon.” He guided me to the kitchen, stifling a yawn, “Let’s get you something to eat.”

I frowned as he sat me down at the table, “Aren’t you mad at me?”

“Yes.” He said without looking at me, rifling through the refrigerator. “But it would be very hard to be mad at you if I had to bring you to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.”

We had had a fight earlier in the evening, resulting in me storming off and getting drunk. It was a stupid argument, really. Well, not exactly stupid, I guess, depending on who’s side you were on.

He pours me a glass of water from the Brita pitcher and sets it in front of me. “Drink.”

I smirk, “Got any vodka?” He glares at me. “Kidding, jeez.” I murmur and roll my eyes before taking a sip of water. “What a grump.” He turned back to the fridge, “Harry, I’m really sorry. For what I said earlier.”

“That’s not the point.” He took out some bread and jam before turning to the cupboard and grabbing some peanut butter. My favorite drunk snack. “I don’t care that you said some… not nice things. I care that you made that decision without me after you told me you were doing the exact opposite.”

“It wasn’t your decision to make!”

“I’m not having this argument again.” He spread the peanut butter on the bread. “I’m too tired.”

“If you wanted a girl to follow you around wherever you went then you chose the wrong one.”

He pushed the sandwich over to me, “That’s never what I wanted and you know it. I just thought it’d be nice to spend the summer together and I’m worried about you. You’re working too hard. You need a break.”

I raised my eyebrows before taking a bite of the sandwich, “Me? I’m working too hard? That’s rich coming from you.”

He sighed, “Chew and swallow, love.” I listened, but glared at him the whole time. “Good girl.” He yawned again.

“I’m not a dog.” I muttered before taking another bite.

He shook his head and walked away from the table, “Come to bed when you’re done.”

“No, wait!”

He turned, “What?”

I put down the sandwich, “I don’t… I don’t want to go to bed mad at each other. S’why I came here instead of going home.”

“Sweetheart…” He walked back over to me and curled a piece of hair behind my ear before cupping my chin, “If we couldn’t settle this while you were sober I don’t think we’ll make much progress with you in your current state.”

I grabbed his hand and held it in my lap, playing with his fingers, “You didn’t come find me. You always come find me.”

He sat down in the seat next to me, “Didn’t think you wanted to be found, love. You made it very clear when you left you didn’t want to be around me.”

I smiled shyly at him, “I was lying.”

He gave me a small smile and gently ran the back of his knuckles across my cheek, “I think you’re going to wake up tomorrow and regret telling me all this.”

“I know I promised I’d spend the summer traveling with you, but I just… this is the biggest opportunity I’ve ever had. I’m never going to be offered a job like this again. I can’t turn it down.” I trailed off as I looked at him. He looked so sad, but there was also understanding somewhere in those eyes. “I’m sorry.”

He shrugged, “It’s fine, just wish you had told me sooner.” He lightly patted my thigh, “I am really proud of you, love. I hope you know that. I’m just selfish, want you all to myself.” He gave me a small smile, but I could see he was still upset.

“I get that you wanted to spend the summer with me, but this feels like there’s something else bothering you.”

He watched me for a moment, “You’re going to laugh at me.”

I shook my head, “Won’t, I promise.”

Harry sighed, “I’m just afraid… You’ll fall out of love with me if we don’t see each other over the summer.”

I stared at him, “Do you really have that little faith in our relationship?”

“Well… No… I just…” He started to smile, “I guess, when you put it like that, it does sound a bit silly.”

“Yeah.” I smiled, “Very silly.” I leaned in and kissed him.

“Mmm…” he pulled away, frowning in thought as he smacked his lips together, “Tequila?”

I laughed, Harry had a talent for guessing my drinks just from kissing me. “Correct.” I pressed another quick kiss to his mouth, “In all seriousness I am so ridiculously in love with you and nothing will ever change that. Okay?”

He nodded and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Next time tell me what’s really bothering you first so I don’t have to suffer through a hangover to figure it out.”

He laughed, “Good idea.“

i just watched the queen of katwe and for the first time in my life, so incredibly PLEASED AND APPRECIATIVE of the job disney did there. they did a good job of portraying uganda. everything down to the way the characters talk and walk reminds me so strongly of the way my dad and my family on his side are. it’s such a nice and feelgood movie too, well shot and i was just loving every minute of it… PLEASE WATCH IT

soulguardianazeralith  asked:

Other than you fusing with Edd and Tord causing Tedd to in a way explode, a fair lot.

“Wow. Alright then.”
Tord glanced at Tom. “You don’t remember any of that?”
“Nnnope. Must have been crazy though.” Tom stood up, brushing his jeans off and joining his friends. “Oh, um… sorry Edd.”
“It’s fine, it’s all a blur to me too.” Edd shot a weird look at Tord, then gathered up the discarded spellbooks from the ground. “At least we didn’t forget these.”
“Aw sweet, we got drinks!” Tom grabbed the case of alcohol happily. “Not a loss then.”
“Heh, yeah… let’s head home.”

a note on burr’s intellect and how it’s portrayed musically

i’m only going to be talking about burr’s short verse in my shot bc otherwise this would be ten miles long, but let me just say: lin-manuel miranda is a fucking genius. (warning, this is going to be a long post.)

as far as i recall, this is the only time burr raps in the narrative. and it’s 4 measures to tell hamilton and crew to shut up, in a language they’ll understand (rap), after being asked in the previous song to rap a bit.

just for a second, let me talk about internal rhyme.

internal rhyme is a component of rap that’s exactly what it sounds like: the rhymes within a verse that don’t fall in line with the ends of the phrases. they can still rhyme with the ends of the phrases too, but they aren’t on the ends of the phrases. (most of the time, you’ll notice internal rhymes because there’ll be emphasis on the rhymed syllables.)

now, hamilton’s verses are laden with internal rhyme: i could cite a billion examples, but i’ll only pull one for now.

“older”, “colder”, and “shoulder” are grouped together in the same rhyme scheme, with “shoulder” being the main source of internal rhyme.

similarly, “(disad)vantage”, “manage”, “brandish”, and “famished” are all in the same rhyme scheme, with “manage” being the main source of internal rhyme (although it can be argued that “brandish” is too because of the way it plows through the end of the phrase there with the straight sixteenth notes.) (also, shoutout to those polysyllabic rhymes for showcasing hamilton’s intelligence.)

now we’ll take a look at hamilton’s crew’s verses. start with lafayette:

there’s not really internal rhyme in here. because of his accent, lafayette can pull rhyming “france” and “’on(archy)”, but that’s about it. not surprising; he’s not unintelligent, it’s just that he’s still figuring out english.

then mulligan:

mulligan’s got a bit of internal rhyme going on with “chance”, “(ad)vance”, and “pants”. the “so(cially)” and “sew(in’)” could be argued too, but the fact that the emphasis is placed on the “ly” of socially and not on the “so” makes it hard to argue.

then of course, laurens:

laurens, getting up there with hamilton and bringing in some polysyllabic rhymes! we’ve got “truly free” and “you and me”; “you and i” and “do or die”; “sally in”, “stallion”, and “battalion”. that’s three different rhyme schemes, so good for you– but then, we’d expect a good command of the english from someone who helped hamilton write essays.

now, finally, we get to burr:

“gen(iuses)” and “keep”. “trouble” and “double”. “with” and “sit(uation)”. that’s already three internal rhymes, completely separate from the end rhyme. (he fits a polysyllabic rhyme in there too with “trouble” and “double”.)

and then the internal rhyme that goes with the end rhyme?

“fraught”, “got”, “taught”, “talk”, and “shot”.

that’s five instances of rhyming in two measures. let me repeat that: five instances of rhyming in two measures. the example i cited has hamilton doing four instances of rhyme in three measures.

burr’s intelligence and command of the english language is at least on par with hamilton’s, if not greater, as evidenced later by their partnership as lawyers; but lin-manuel miranda manages to portray that just in four measures.

that’s how to develop a character musically.

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