two years will pass by quick!

okay but can you imagine the hoods spending the day at the beach and baby hood is super excited bc she likes the beach and just saw moana and the movie had the ocean and so many pretty colours and she’s just super happy to be near the water

so you and calum get to the beach and baby hood is struggling to go to the water and doesn’t like having to wait while mama hood puts on sunscreen and baby hood is just chillin in her pink bathing suit and her tush is big and fat bc of her swim diaper and calum puts on her bucket hat to keep the sun off her face but it hides all her curls that she got from him

but FINALLY she’s able to go to the water and she’s waddling her way down the sand (making pit stops to play in it bc the walk is far from where their towels are to the water) and calum is slowly following her and is playing in the sand trying to make a sand castle only for baby hood to get up and continue her walk to the water and when she gets there she just stands at the edge and giggles when the water reaches her toes because it’s cold

it takes her a little bit but when she starts to walk into the water calum scoops her up and walks in himself stopping when he’s knees deep and dipping baby hood in, her squeals of joy echoing down the beach, and he swings her around and plops her in the water only to spring her back up again but once baby hood seems to be okay with the cold water he puts half of her body in and it’s only okay bc daddy is holding onto her and nothing bad happens around daddy

soon you follow and baby hood is squealing to be in your arms so when she’s transferred over calum dips into the water, his curls dripping wet and glistening in the summer sun, and he’s making bubbles under water to try and make baby hood laugh and she’s trying to grab them

But the day eventually comes to an end and you, calum and baby hood walked up to the pier and had a quick dinner at the local fish and chips stop and by the end baby hoods eyes are fluttering closed but she’s trying to stay awake because if she does maybe daddy will take her back to the water but eventually she passes out on calums chest and he’s looking like he couldn’t be better even thought he has a one year old drooling on his chest and there’s sand in his hair and there is about a hour and a half ride home but he’s here with his two favourite girls and life can’t seem to get any better for him

he softly deposits baby hood into her stroller and stands up, throwing his arms in the air and stretching his muscles, a loud yawn escaping from him “maybe it’s time for you to take a nap too?” you mumble, softly pulling baby hoods blanket up to her chest as she snoozes away and a soft chuckle comes from calum as he leans down and places a sweet kiss on your lips “nah I still got a few more hours with my two favourite girls”

My two cents

So I’ve been reading a bunch of humans are space orcs posts and I haven’t found one that talks about learning.

Like, compared to other species, we learn incredibly fast. We can learn a new language in a few months, become an expert in a year or two, be able to replicate basically anything given enough time.

Imagine a this really advanced species struggling to decipher this code and a human comes along and is like

“Oh cool! Haven’t seen that code since middle school!”

And just solve it because we recognise patterns fast and figure things out quick.

That and we get obsessed over things, trying day in day out until we know every nook and cranny. Spending so much time on a puzzle seems ridiculous to everyone else. Except humans. A normal pass time is putting together a 1000 piece puzzle or making sure a 3x3x3 cube has all the right colours on one side. Humans are fucking crazy.

It probably doesn’t take long for aliens to realise; if there is something you can’t figure out, go to a human. They’ll sort it out real quick.

Geno answered some questions from hockey fans for NHL.com/ru (Published date - April 7, 2017). Thank you so much @raindropcastle  for the help with the translation! 😇

- Evgeni, who is the best defensman in the NHL?

- Right now it’s Brent Burns from San Jose. He’s very effective on offense and he plays hard on defense. He’s having the best season of his career. Dominates in the team and in the league. Good shot, skating. It’s hard to play against him; he’s strong physically.

- Which NHL match do you remember most?

- There were enough of them, but probably Game 7 of the 2009 Stanley Cup Final against Detroit. There was tremendous pressure; we played on the road. The Red Wings were pressing us in the third period. Frankly, they outplayed us. But we scored fast goals in the first and second periods and held on to the lead. I remember a lot of excitement; how we wanted to win the Cup. Incredible emotions!

- Which Stanley Cup was heavier to raise - the first or the second?

- The first, because we lost the final to Detroit in 2008. It was very disappointing. Then we started the season badly. We were losing a lot of games, and changed the coach. However, we managed to reverse the situation. And we won game 7, though Detroit was slightly better. We played three lines in the third period, as Sid got injured. Our force was running out. If it went to overtime, we probably simply wouldn’t have had enough power. It was the most difficult victory. With the second Stanley Cup it was a bit easier. We led 2-0 in the series and matches developed in our favor.

- How do you measure Pittsburgh’s strengths in the fight for the Stanley Cup?

- It was a very busy season; there was the World Cup and last season we reached the Finals. We played a lot of matches in the last two years. But we have a good team, and the team’s makeup almost didn’t change. Young guys joined the team. They show a bright game, getting a lot of points. Jake Guentzel, for example. It’s a bit difficult to pronounce his name (smiles). These guys bring lots of speed. We have a good enough chance this season, if the injuries bypass us and we get a little bit of rest before the playoffs.

- Jaromir Jagr is already 45 years old, and he wants to sign a new contract with Florida. Up to what age would you like to play?

- It’s hard to guess, I’m only 30. I’d like to reach 40. Hockey is my life. And if you finish your career, it will become quite boring. But it all depends on your health. If your health allows, you can play for a long time. And if not, then don’t pull the last straw, don’t chase records and points. 

It happens, when hockey players suffer from concussions and it has lasting effects on their life after their career. People lose their memory. But I want my children to have a healthy dad. It’s important for an athlete to leave when it’s time.

- What was your favorite NHL team, before Pittsburgh chose you?

- I liked Colorado, as well as Detroit. I remember when the Russian Five was playing there, I was wearing a red cap. Then came the jacket with the emblem of Colorado. I loved Forsberg, Sakic, as well as Fedorov, Yzerman. At the time, it was difficult to follow the NHL, but I read in the newspapers about battles between those two teams in the playoffs. They even had had five on five fights. All of that was interesting to follow.

- Who is the best hockey player in the world?

- Sidney Crosby. I play with him, and I’ve seen a lot. Now there’s also Connor McDavid, a unique young hockey player. He shows tremendous hockey skill. So I’ll single out these two.

- You have two Stanley Cups. When you were with the national team did you make fun of Ovechkin?

- No, how can you say so? We respect each other. You see, the NHL and the national team are different things. And how can I gloat over Ovechkin? It would be very ugly. I understand how much he wants to win, his desire. You can’t joke about this.

- Is the gap between our hockey and Canadian hockey that big?

- Yes, there is a difference. Compare at least the number of hockey rinks here and there. But Russia has always been famous for individually strong players who played in small cities, and then reached big heights. Hockey in Canada is a tradition, it’s very widespread. Out of a thousand players, ten will be very good, and they will get through to the top. We have single breakthroughs, but there’s no such mass character. That’s what we need to develop, so young people will go for sports more and hang out in nightclubs less.

 - Do you began to play more accurately with age?

- I won’t say that my game has changed a lot, but with experience you get smarter. If you see a situation where a quick pass is the option and holding onto the puck isn’t a necessity - you’ll quickly pass it and won’t take an extra hit.

 - Do you often attend NBA and NFL matches?

- I rarely go see American football. We have a heavy schedule, and when the Steelers play at home, we’re on the road. But I love all kinds of sports. I go see NBA games if there’s time on the road. A couple of times I even went to Cleveland - it’s two hours away from Pittsburgh. We saw LeBron James the year he reached the Finals. They won the sixth match at home. Basketball is a very interesting sport. And it’s always interesting to watch how professionals work.

18 Years Ago

Remember Them.
The Victims of the Columbine Massacre
(In order of age)

Steven Curnow, 14
Steven’s birthday was on the 28th of August 1984, and he was a freshman at Columbine High School when the massacre happened. He was fatally shot by Eric Harris in the shoulder and in the neck, while he was hiding under a table in the library, and passed away from the injuries shortly after. Steven was believed to have been a huge Star Wars fan, and he had also hoped to maybe have become a Navy pilot after he graduated and left school.

Daniel Rohrbough, 15
Daniel was born on the 2nd of March, 1984, and was in freshman year when he died in the massacre. He was shot by Eric Harris in the leg, but was killed by Dylan Klebold, from being shot once in the head and once in the stomach, while he was heading out of the cafeteria with his friends, who were both injured in the attack. He was supposedly a big fan of computer games, electronics and such. After Daniel passed, his family took the slab of stone he died on and kept it under a swing in their backyard to remember him by, and always have a piece of him with them.

Daniel Mauser, 15
Daniel’s birthday was the 25th of June, 1983 and was a sophomore when he passed. He was shot with a 9mm bullet in the nose by Eric Harris, and said bullet traveled through his neck and unfortunately killed him in the library. He was said to have loved a challenge and to push himself, and so he joined the debate team to battle his shyness, the cross country team to improve his psychical health and was said to have enjoyed to study the sciences.

Matthew (Matt) Ketcher, 16
Matt was born on February 19th, 1983, and was in his sophomore year of high school.
He was shot by Dylan Klebold with a bullet that entered his left shoulder, passed through his neck and lung and exited through his right arm. He passed in the library.
Matt managed to maintain a straight A average grade and was trying to make the starting squad as a lineman.

Kelly Fleming, 16
Kelly Ann Fleming was born on the 6th of January in the year 1983, and was in sophomore year at Columbine High when she passed away. She was sadly shot once in the lower back by Eric Harris and died shortly after while she was in the library. She was believed to have been very musical, and loved to write her own songs and write poetry.

John Tomlin, 16
On September 1st, 1983, John Tomlin was born, and woefully passed away on April 20th 1999 while he was in his sophomore year of high school. He was grazed in the chest by Eric Harris, and his head was shot three times by Dylan Klebold, before he perished in the library. He worked at a nursing home in Littleton to save up for a truck, and was said to have planned on entering the Army after graduation.

Kyle Velasquez, 16
Kyle was born on the 5th of May, 1983 and was in his sophomore year when he passed away. Kyle was unable to get under the tables as fast as everyone else, and therefore was unjustly shot by Dylan Klebold once in the back of his left shoulder and once in the head. He died in the library.
Kyle had a stroke a birth, which lead to later difficulties in life, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying spending time with his family, his cats, eating ice cream, watching sports games and riding his bicycle. He was a student at Columbine for only 3 months, and was thought to have been ‘just beginning to spread his wings.’

Cassie Bernall, 17
Cassie was born in 1981, on November 6th. She was a junior when she sadly died in the Columbine Massacre. Cassie was shot by Eric Harris once in the right side of her head, the same shot also hit one of her fingers. Eric mocked “Peek-a-boo,” before shooting her under table 19. She passed in the library. Cassie was a devoted and dedicated goth, and even dabbled in witchcraft before becoming a Born Again Christian. She was active in her church youth programs and bible study, and was apparently nicknamed ‘Bunny Rabbit’

Corey DePooter, 17
His birthday was the 3rd of March, 1982 and was in his junior year of high school. Corey was on duty as a library volunteer when he was shot once by Dylan Klebold in the left shoulder, and three times in the arm, neck and back by Eric Harris, who was responsible for his death. He perished in the library. Corey was known for his love to fish and his irresistible likableness. “Corey was always able to pick up our spirits in a gloomy situation.” Corey had hoped to serve his country as a marine in the future.

Rachel Scott, 17
Rachel Joy Scott, one of the more well known victims, was born on the 5th of August, 1981 and was also in her junior year of high school when she died. Rachel was shot four times, one shot each, in her arm, rib cage, temple and leg by Eric Harris while she was sitting outside with her friend Richard. She passed away out on the grass. Rachel was a faithful Christian, along with her parents Darrel Scott and Beth Nimmo. She was in the Forensic Club and Drama Club and she had starred in her school play, ‘The Smoke in The Room’, on April 2nd 1999. Rachel was a smoker, but her date to prom, Nick Baumgart, had asked her to quit before prom, which she did, remarkably.

Dylan Klebold, 17
Dylan was born on September 11th, 1981 and died on April 20th 1999 while he was a senior in high school. Dylan, along with his friend Eric Harris, carried out one of the most brutal attacks on a school in American history. He killed 5 people and injured more. Dylan killed himself in the library by shooting himself in the left temple, and passed away approximately 1 to 3 minutes later. Dylan, or in his earlier years, referred to as ‘Sunshine Boy’ by his mother Sue, was interested in both computer games and engineering, and had already been accepted to a college in Arizona prior to the attack. He had said he might’ve liked to do something to do with computers in the future, and was known to his peers as and shy, funny-looking kid, that mostly kept to himself. For a short period of time, he worked alongside Eric in a pizzeria called BlackJacks Pizza.

Lauren Townsend, 18
She was born on the 17th of January, 1981 and was a senior at Columbine High School when she died. Lauren was shot 6 times by Dylan Klebold in the back torso, and suffered 3 more shots in the front torso plus a graze to the head caused by Eric Harris. She perished in the library. Lauren played piano and the clarinet, and was also the captain of the volleyball team, while she also maintained a 4.0 GPA. She planned to work as a technician on a research trip to South America that summer.

Eric Harris, 18
Eric David Harris was born on April 9th, 1981 and was one of the gunmen in one of the worst school shootings ever recorded in history, the Columbine Massacre in ‘99. He killed 8 people and injured more. Eric suffered a drastic blow to the head, after placing his gun in his mouth and shooting himself alongside Dylan Klebold. He died instantly. Eric was indecisive about going to college, but said he was interested in doing something with computers. He was thought to have maybe gone onto do video game design in the future, after he designed his own levels of his favourite computer game, Doom, or maybe to have gone into the army. He worked in BlackJacks Pizza with Dylan Klebold, and was awfully fond of his dog Sparky.

Isaiah Shoels, 18
Isaiah was born on August 4th, 1981, and was in his senior year of high school when he passed away. He was shot once in the left arm, which went through his armpit and then his heart, and exited through his right arm, by Eric Harris, after being called a racial slur by Dylan Klebold. Isaiah was colour blind, and after undergoing heart surgery at 7 months, and after the doctors told his parents he probably wouldn’t live past 5, Isaiah went on to wrestle for Columbine, lift weights and play in the Youth Football League.

William David Sanders, 47
Dave Sanders was born October 22nd 1951, and had been a teacher at Columbine High School for 25 years when he passed away. He suffered two shots in his back which exited through his front by Eric Harris, and he bled out for three hours before dying in the science room. Dave was an exceptionally good sports coach and computers and business teacher. He also coached the girls basketball and softball teams. Dave is thought of as a hero, because of how quick he took to respond and take to action after he heard the news the gunmen were in the school grounds. He spend the last minutes before he got shot running through the halls and making sure no one was outside a classroom. He is survived by his wife, four children and five grandkids.

Rest in Peace, the victims of the Columbine Tragedy.

anonymous asked:

Roses are dead Violets are too I'm leaving my note Isn't that what people do? Blood stained the concrete It's just a trick I have to save you I promise I'll be quick Two years have passed now John has Mary All hearts are broken People get married The three words prepared Died on my tongue I leave the wedding To hide that it stung I have blood on my hands I can't come home I read how we met I'm dying alone In the sad silence, I finally voice: “I love you, John But she was your choice.” sorry

Lemme write it in poem format for everyone’s viewing pleasure..

Roses are dead Violets are too

I’m leaving my note Isn’t that what people do?

Blood stained the concrete It’s just a trick

I have to save you I promise I’ll be quick 

Two years have passed now John has Mary 

All hearts are broken People get married 

The three words prepared Died on my tongue 

I leave the wedding To hide that it stung 

I have blood on my hands I can’t come home 

I read how we met I’m dying alone 

In the sad silence, I finally voice: 

“I love you, John But she was your choice.” 

I…I don’t know what I was expecting but sure I am gonna cry on the floor now

So Much More

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

MASTERLIST

Summary: The Whisper Challenge is the stupidest thing to exist.

Warnings: Cursing, because we all know I can’t contain myself.

Word Count: 3,887 (THIS WAS NOT MY INTENTION. IT WAS MEANT TO BE A SHORT DRABBLE.)

A/N: Jesus Christ, I’m literally garbage. Here I am, take me away, throw me into the dumpster. Or better yet, an incinerator. This is dumb. It’s trash. Also, I sat down in front of my piano to write something for this and I’m mad at myself because IT’S MISSING SO MANY PIECES AND I’M NOT OKAY WITH THAT. Another also, MY FAVORITE NERD IN THE WORLD is gonna slaughter y’all with the best writing in the world (as expected) AND I AM STILL YELLING ABOUT IT (also as expected) BECAUSE SHE’S SO AMAZING AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH (y’all expected that too, right? LIKE YOU GUYS I CAN’T COMPREHEND HOW MUCH I LOVE HER. I also love love love love love love all of you that actually bother to read my shit like it’s not even that great and like I always say I’m legit SHoooOooOOOOOOK ‘cause of it like I really don’t get it you guys are amazing what did I do to deserve you guys????????

PS: GO TEAM, NICE WORK!!

——

“Holy fuck,” you muttered, staring down at it just sitting on the edge of your bathtub. “What the hell?”

Nope, nope, nope. This was insane. It wasn’t happening. That was wrong, oh, so wrong.

But wait, come to think of it, maybe– No. Not right. Nope. It was incorrect, false, a lie. None of it was true. There was a glitch in the matrix and this was its mistake.

It was impossible. You had taken every single precaution to ensure that this wouldn’t happen. Lin was busy working on his latest work about some lame dude (Babe, how do you go from writing about barrio life to– I hear rap songs in this biography, okay? Trust me on this!), and you were too overcome with the responsibilities of being the new editor-in-chief of your very own magazine. There wasn’t enough time for this. The two of you had decided it was best to wait until the time was right, until the hype of your brand new lives had died down, until you had enough time to do this.

Now was not the time.

Lin wasn’t due home for a while, as his schedule practically had him living in the theater. And that was another thing. The two of you barely had time together, so when the fuck did this happen?

You sat on your bathroom floor against the bathtub and held your head in your hands, wracking your brain for answers because this was just not happening right now. Thinking back to the last time, you furrowed your brows, confused and at a loss for words, and your mouth remained agape for all of three seconds until you felt the dire need to heave into the open toilet bowl in front of you.

“For Christ’s sake,” you groaned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

While part of you was over the moon, the rest of you just couldn’t handle it. Not just because this was all wrong timing, but because you believed it was impossible.

Then again, there was that one time a little over a month ago where the two of you had exactly eight minutes to make up for lost time. It was sloppy and reckless, hands were everywhere, fingers gripping hair, nails digging into flesh, teeth sinking into skin, palms against whatever could steady the two of you, legs hoisted in positions you didn’t know were possible, sounds haphazardly escaping, groans ricocheting against the tiles, names falling from panting mouths.

Oh.

Dear God, that was it.

You were sitting in the room where it happened.

And now, not only were you anxious and filled with apprehension for what was to come, you were also disappointed that the last time something like that happened was more than a month ago. You were told that the first year of married life was filled with moments of not wanting to leave the confines of your bedroom or, at the very least, the four walls of your home. But no, your first year with a plain ring on the fourth finger of your left hand was spent with the two of you just barely seeing each other in passing, sharing quick pecks whenever both of you had thirty seconds of peace, merely texting each other the day’s activities with brief commentary here and there whenever time allowed.

How were you supposed to throw this into the mix?

You spent three more weeks with this little tidbit kept to yourself, not letting a soul know– especially your mother because Lord knows the first thing she’d do is tell the entire world and the last thing you wanted to do was to tell your entire world (ahem, Lin, because let’s be real, he’s the only thing that truly mattered to you) about it. So you just sat back, dealing with the brute of it all by yourself, silently grateful that your husband was either absent or too tired to even realize what was going on. Sure, a small part of you was frustrated that he didn’t pick up on anything, but you just couldn’t blame him. He practically spent the entirety of the time he had at home just shoving handful upon handful of Cheetos in his mouth, frantically pacing back and forth across the small patch of carpet in front of the piano, mumbling stanzas to himself with a furrowed brow. You couldn’t blame him for being so distracted. And plus, this sort of gave you the time to come to terms with it.

And when you finally came to terms with it all, you were excited because this was happening. Even though it was all wrong timing, (but really, was there a right time for it?) this was still something the two of you had always wanted regardless of where life had you at the moment.

Lin had come home on a Thursday night all distraught and exhausted from some cabinet meeting he had with his buddies, immediately collapsing right next to you on the living room loveseat, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Hello to you too,” you greeted with a grin, shutting your laptop and placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

He grunted something in reply and you simply placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head, chuckling quietly to yourself.

“Hey, I had an idea. Ever heard of the Whisper Challenge?” you asked him, watching as your tired husband looked up at you with worsening eyebags.

“No?” he breathed frustratedly. “What’s that got to do with–”

“Come on, come on! Sit up!” You opened up your laptop again and typed ‘Whisper Challenge rules’ into Google’s search box and hit enter. “See? So we both take turns trying to guess what the other is whispering or… mouthing, it says here. It’ll be fun?”

“How is it supposed to be fun? I mean, we’d be able to hear each other whispering.”

“No no, that’s where the headphones come in,” you told him, gesturing to the headphones around his neck. “Whoever’s guessing puts them on while it’s blaring the loudest music you can find, so you’re really stuck just trying to figure out what I’m trying to say.”

“Baby, I’m so tired,” he whined. “Can’t we just do this next time?”

You pouted, giving him the pleading look that always got you what you wanted. (Your sister swears it was the reason why he married you.) “Come on, Lin, please? For me? I’d play the game by myself, but I’d look stupid just mouthing words I already know I’m saying.”

He threw his head back in a hearty laugh and he shook his head. “God, only you could get me to do this.”

“Because you love me,” you quipped, trying to distract him as you turned on your webcam as stealthily as you could. If there was one thing you wanted to capture more than anything, it was Lin’s reaction to this. “Okay, you first.”

“Fine, fine.” He put on his headphones and turned on his music, blasting it so loudly that you were positive your upstairs neighbors could hear Nas playing in his ears.

“Can you hear me?” you asked him in your normal volume.

“What?!” he yelled in reply, sending you nearly falling off the sofa because you didn’t expect him to shout back at you. The corners of his lips pulling upwards into his signature goofy smile and you found yourself grinning right back at him.

You sat there cross-legged right in front of him, stealing a peek at your laptop to ensure it was recording this. After ensuring the dinky webcam was doing its job, you turned back to him and began to mouth ‘Look, a distraction!’

“Lube, a dictator!” he exclaimed excitedly, shooting you a look of confusion as he giggled.

Dear Jesus, this was going to be one hell of a game.

You snorted at his response and quickly shook your head.

“No, no! Look! A distraction!” you mouthed yet again, this time fully enunciating your words.

“Lewd interaction!” Lin fell back onto the armrest of the loveseat and laughed maniacally, holding his sides as he lost control.

“Lin, no! Look! A! Distraction!” There were tears in your eyes from laughing so hard and you were grateful he couldn’t hear your constant snorting.

He quickly took off the headphones and wiped at his eyes. “I have no idea what you’re saying. What the hell were you saying?”

“Look! A distraction!” you repeated for the last time, just barely getting the words out.

“Jesus Christ, what? I thought you were saying–” He couldn’t finish the sentence because the two of you were just cackling out of control at this point. When the laughter subsided a little, he handed you the headphones. “Go ahead, you try it! It’s not as easy as you think, I swear.”

You put the headphones on and gave him a thumbs up, grinding to the rhythm of “Oochie Wally”, doing a silly body roll along to the music.

He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you softly, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks. “God, you’re cute.”

“Go Yoko Ono?” you answered, cocking your head to the side in uncertainty. “Go… yellow?”

“Oh my God, no no no,” he snickered, shaking his head. “That wasn’t my phrase!”

“Thank you, West Wing?”

Lin practically slid off the sofa in a fit of laughter, throwing his hands up in defeat. 

“This is hopeless, for fuck’s sake.” He was already sitting on the floor, looking up at you, chuckling uncontrollably, unable to catch a beat to breathe for a little. “T-take off the headphones, babe, please.” He motioned for you to do as he told you and you did so with a nod.

“I have no fucking clue what you were saying,” you told him, the quiet of the room in comparison to the music blaring in your ears taking you aback for a moment.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to come up with a phrase.”

“Wait, so what was it you were saying? That means I didn’t even get a full turn–”

“No, no, no, I’m not having you guess again, Y/N. You’re horrible at this!”

You reached out for his hand and pulled him back up to the sofa, still giggling like the fools you were. “Alright then, fine. You do it again.”

“Y/N, come on, I think we’ve proven that we’re not good at this game.” He raised his arms above his head and stretched, letting out a long yawn.

“Just one more?” you asked him softly, placing a hand on his knee.

He gruffed dramatically and took the headphones from your lap, immediately putting them on. “Last one.”

You were trembling with giddiness, limbs not knowing whether to stay inside the vehicle at all times or outside to let them flail about. With your hands covering you mouth, you shielded a cheesy grin from him and squirmed for a moment, trying to figure out how to break the news to him.

This was it. This was the moment that would change your lives forever. This was the time that would alter reality for the two of you.

For a brief moment, you simply sat there and smiled at him, admiring his obliviousness, watching as his head bobbed to the rhythm of the music. For all of ten seconds, you let yourself think back to a memory that always made your heart burst at the seams.

“He’d be the type of person that couldn’t contain his emotions,” you said with a giggle. “Bouncy and giddy all the time, rambling about anything and everything.”

“I feel like that’s your way of telling me I’m obnoxious…”

“Not so much obnoxious, just… enthusiastic. You’re enthusiastic.”

“Yeah, well she’d also be a master of words because– Psh, look at us, babe. Need I say more?”

“Jesus, our kid’s gonna be the craziest combination in the world.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “And we’re gonna be the luckiest people to exist because of it.”

You took a deep breath and held it for a beat before exhaling, mouthing ‘Hi daddy!’ as best as you could.

“Haddock… Ad-lib? I– I’m not getting what you’re saying.”

Once again, you mouthed the phrase, emphasizing each and every letter of the two words.

“If you’re saying, ‘Hi Daddy’, then you could just take it right into the bedroom…” Lin shot you a devilish look, flashing you a conniving grin before breaking into a chuckle.

You quickly shook your head and laughed. “No no, hi daddy!”

Yikes, maybe that wasn’t the phrase to say. Those two words could be easily convoluted, especially with his new lack of hearing. But it was far too late at this point. You’d already said it. He’s already caught on, and he knew what you said.

Lin took off his headphones and looked at you in complete and utter confusion, still roaring with laughter. “Are you saying ‘hi daddy’? What the heck?”

All you did was nod, absentmindedly biting your cheeks to keep yourself from squealing.

“Why that phrase? Hi Daddy? What?” His laughter died down and he stared at you, not quite understanding the significance of the two words. “Either I’m exhausted to the point where I can’t see the obvious or you’re being really vague and I still have complete control of my brain.”

Well, now was the moment to really say it. This was the moment you’d spent days dreading, only to become the most excited person to exist.

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you whispered softly, almost unable to speak because the sheer excitement was too much to handle. “I’m pregnant, Lin.”

His face dropped, mouth hanging wide open, eyes tripling in size. “What?!”

You just beamed at him in reply, too speechless to elaborate any further.

“I’m– Oh my God, babe, that’s amazing!” He immediately grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I’m– We’re gonna have a baby?” His tone was still incredulous, not that you could blame him because this was the last thing either of you had anticipated.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you repeated, the tears of joy already pricking your eyes.

He pulled away and kissed you over and over again, placing a hand on your stomach. “Oh my God, that’s… my kid’s in there!” Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your stomach before looking back up at you. “Jesus Christ, I love you so much. You’re incredible.”

“I love you,” you murmured in reply, cupping his cheek as you pecked his lips. “We’re having a baby.”

For a moment, both of you sat in each other’s arms in silence, quietly basking in the fact that in just a matter of months, it would no longer be the two of you. This time next year, you’d be sitting on the very same sofa with a little bundle in your arms, marveling at its little nose, tickling its little feet, kissing its little hands. Lin would sing the little one lullabies, waltzing with the baby, lulling it to sleep. You’d go on family outings to the park, babbling back at a gurgling infant, overdramatically describing everything its eyes could see. Both of your families would gush over the newest member of the family, arguing over who would get to hold it first, posting countless pictures of the baby on all social media platforms, claiming the tiny human possessed their chin, their hairline, their fingertips. You and Lin would spend every night with hearts so full of love, disregarding the exhaustion a new infant would entail.

This was a dream come true.

Two and a half months later when your bump made its appearance, Lin was working on your laptop (I left mine at Lac’s, I’ll be fast! I just need to type this out!) and he stopped you just as you were on your way to the office.

“Babe, what’s this?” He asked you, beckoning you over to the kitchen.

It was the video you’d recorded that night.

“Oh! That’s the little Whisper challenge we did when I told you about the little bean,” you answered.

“You recorded the whole thing?”

“Well, yeah, I wanted to capture the moment I told you. For reasons.” You walked back over to the front door and grabbed your shoes from the coat closet. “I have to stop by the office and pick up some things, but I’ll be back.”

Lin walked over to you and kissed you goodbye. “Okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

You walked out the door and headed towards the subway, taking the A down to your office in Chelsea. While you sat impatiently on the car underground, you pulled out your phone and checked your notifications, bringing up your Twitter app when you saw Lin had posted a video, tagging you in it.

@Lin_Manuel: And here we have raw footage of me discovering that my wife and I had created a human! Coming November 2015!

There was the tail-end of the video, the moment when you teared up and Lin wouldn’t stop cheering. The mere sight of his reaction again made you cry yet again, and you blamed it on the hormones that were making you too emotional to function.

The world was on the journey with the two of you, congratulating you in the comments section of every single picture or video Lin posted on social media, giving you guys name suggestions (I don’t know, Rocco is a really cool name– Absolutely not, Lin, we’re not naming our child Rocco. Are you insane?), answering any questions Lin had asked in regards to where to buy random foods at all hours of the night because of your incessant cravings.

He’d insisted on taking a picture every day during your pregnancy to document how insane it was that you were carrying a real human inside. Despite your disdain for pictures on some days, (Lin, I look like a fucking whale– God, you’re beautiful.) you humored him, allowing him to capture the growth of the little one the two of you created.

When the time had come, you were cursing at him left and right because he wanted to take one last picture before the baby arrived, and after remembering how much of a bitch you were on some days, you gave in and forced a smile as he snapped the picture.

Noelle Grace Miranda was born one chilly day in November, rising earlier than the sun, greeting the little doves with her own song.

Upon her arrival at home, like the tradition it became for the past six months, Lin took another picture, this time with the three of you in the shot. You cradled your new bundle of joy in your arms, looking down at her as Lin draped an arm across your shoulder, his free hand caressing Noelle’s little head.

You didn’t know what the point of the pictures were, and you simply assumed he just wanted to capture every single moment from the time he found out he was going to be a father to the time he actually became one. So you were shocked when he told you to join him by the piano with the baby.

“I um,” he started, smiling at the two loves of his life before him. “You recorded the minute I found out I was gonna be a dad, so now I want to commemorate this new part of our life with this.”

“What?”

“Shh, just wait,” he replied with a chuckle. In front of him was a camera propped up on its tripod, set up and ready to go. He beamed right at it and clasped his hands together before positioning his fingers on the ivory keys. From C-sharp major seven, he played a tune in 12/8 time, his left knee bouncing up and down as he felt out the rhythm. His fingers found their way to E-flat minor, then to G-flat major nine, ending the riff at A-flat over the previous chord.

You cradled your little one as you sat right next to him on the piano bench, not too sure what to expect.

“I’ll be honest,” he began to sing. “I didn’t think we had the time. Your mama, she’s a busy one, and papa, well, he’s trying to make something out of someone. Just so happened we made you too. You weren’t a part of the plan yet, but thank God we got you.” Lin’s eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself in the song. “I will try to show you the meaning of happiness. We’ll both learn how to be the best we can be. I’ll make the world open all the doors for you because you… have opened a million new doors for me.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you watched on, gazing adoringly at your husband, your heart growing an infinite amount with every note he sang.

You smile, for a moment, I can’t breathe. Can’t help but wonder what life’s got in store. I’m not prepared to watch you grow into who you’re destined to be, so stay my little one until I’m ready. But I will learn to grow with you as the days go by, and we will figure out our brand new life. I know I’ll make mistakes along the way, but I can promise that no matter what the world will bring, I promise, I’ll hold your hand through everything, I promise that there is nothing more that I will ever do… than to make sure I’m the very best for you.

There was a bit of an interlude and Lin’s fingers danced up and down the keys, his eyes now open and gazing down at the tiny creation you held in your arms.

I promise that there’s nothing more that I will ever do,” he sang softly, his eyes welling up. “Than to make sure life’s the very best for you.

He ended the song with a major-seven arpeggio, letting the chord ring out until it faded before reaching up to stop the recording.

“Lin, I’m–” you couldn’t speak, too speechless to make anything else leave the safehaven of your lips.

“Thank you for the best gift the world has ever given me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then to Noelle’s. “I love you guys so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

The next day, Lin posted the video of the song on YouTube, linking it to his Twitter and Facebook. Not only was it a video of him singing Noelle’s new lullaby, but it was a montage of all the pictures he’d taken through every step of your journey to parenthood. At the end of it all, there was a picture of your newborn with a caption of her full name and birthdate. Underneath, a note from Lin to his daughter.

My little one, I promise to lay a strong enough foundation. I’ll give you the entire world. I’ll do whatever it takes to make the world safe and sound for you. I can’t wait to see you blow us all away someday. My little love, you are my entire world.

Te amo, mi amorcita.

Siempre,
Papa

And While We Live (chapter 2)

Uncle Lambert’s little helper

previously

It was so windy… So loud. Such a turmoil inside my body. It looked like my organs had separated from their cavities  and stood in suspension for a while, before they return to their place. I felt my hair in the air, I felt so light.

Glasgow, present day

She had dreamed of that day, tonight. And she had dreamed of Uncle Lamb again. It was all a mess in her sleepy mind… Opening the curtains of her bedroom, she noted how the clouds seemed to match the turmoil going inside her brain. They were white and grey and so, so angry. I am not angry. I am confused, I am tired of battling demons I don’t recognize. Adapting to a new place, a new job, a new time (JHRC!!), was not easy. Letting go of the past, of the literal past, felt like tearing up an arm. But she had made a promise to her Uncle, a promise she was hell bent on keeping.

A few months after moving into her apartment, Claire was still in a whirlwind of new things, shiny discoveries, amazing places that she reached without leaving the same spot. On that Netflix programme, she found and watched the most amazing film - “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade”. Sean Connery reminded her so much of her Uncle Lamb, that she found herself putting it on for company and comfort, while she cleaned or cooked.

Uncle Lambert knew. He knew a lot and while he hadn’t prepared her for it, he had left everything ready for a life she had to now live as if she hadn’t had one before. She was thinking about her old life, as she made her coffee and toast. The war was over, it was time to think about other things. About marriage, about family, about where in the world Uncle Lambert was now. About not wanting to stop being a nurse… What would Frank think about that? Quentin Lambert Beauchamp was a Blitz survivor, a true bachelor of the english kind. If he was a wanderer before, the war had just turned him into a bigger one. While he hadn’t asked to raise Claire and certainly wasn’t a by-the-book child tutor, he had done a good job. Claire was who she was, in part, because of the life she had led with this man. All the adventures, the stories, the work, letting her be who she wanted and do things considered not proper for an english little lady or lady to be…

After the stones, however, Claire had a turmoil of doubts about Uncle Lamb. The pieces of the puzzle started to be put together quickly after her arrival.

In the 30s, Lambert Beauchamp had settled for a bit in merry old England while Hitler rose to power. He had decided to teach at Oxford. There, a few years later, Claire met one of her uncle’s students, Frank Randall: dashing historian, older man. Uncle Lambert liked Frank and never stated any sign of approval, or disapproval, for that matter, regarding the relationship. But he did insist on them not getting married right away, not for the wrong reasons, or so she thought… “Wait until we settle this mess, my darling girl.” This mess being WW2. Claire saw right through him and while Frank would have liked to be legally married, Claire followed Lambert’s advice. Nothing prevented them from meeting and act like husband and wife when their leaves from duty allowed it. What was a piece of paper? But now, it seemed Uncle Lamb simply didn’t want that tie to exist, that legal impediment. What else Uncle Lamb, what else? Frank and Claire had seen each other and had a good relationship and courtship for a year, until war erupted. The United Kingdom did its call to arms, Claire followed her calling and trained as a nurse… you said it would be the appropriate thing for a woman, Frank, but if you saw me now… And if you had listened to me then… and Frank put his knowledge to the service of the MI6 after being recruited from officer training.

Their correspondence kept them alive to each other, the rare but well enjoyed encounters had been good. And they were planning on getting married once the war was over. In the autumn of 1945, they were in Scotland, in Inverness, in a magical romantic inn. They had been together for a few days. They would have gotten married on *that* day, if it weren’t for Uncle Lambert’s accident, that delayed his trip north. Accident…? It was going to happen the day after, if it weren’t… If it weren’t. More than 70 years had passed, it literally felt like yesterday. Claire also thought about those days with some longing, but with a tug in her heart, a question mark forged into her sixth sense. After years of seeing each other scarcely, of two day trips where the needs of the flesh were more urgent, after letters that were rare towards the end and in which a quick “hello, I’m alive, I’m alright” seemed enough, there had been some awkward conversations, some clouds of doubt that were quick to dissipate when the adrenaline of the decision of getting married rose in her heart and in his pleading arguments.

Claire’s loneliness made her heart ache for Frank and what could have been… But she had made a promise to her dear Uncle. She promised to carry on living, she promised to follow her dreams, she promised to not look for him, she promised not to look for Frank. There had been a Claire Beauchamp in 1945. Unfortunately killed in action, or so the documents said *snort*. But there was a new Claire Beauchamp in the 21st century, born in 1989. One that had in her hands a pack of letters to open, in order, per another request.

“Please madonna, please follow your uncle’s instructions and open one by one, follow the dates on the envelopes. Trust us.” “Please Claire, ye have to promise us.” She was still so confused, so dizzy, but these people were there, they knew her, they knew Uncle Lamb, they were standing in the middle of the square in Inverness while she was running around looking, wanting to go to the police because surely someone must’ve stolen her car after. “I feel asleep picking flowers. That was it! I must’ve forgot to have a decent breakfast.” They were there when she started looking around and getting out of her frenzy state into a slightly more frenzy scottish town with cars that really weren’t cars, street signs that she did not recognize, clothes that looked strange. Everything was the same and everything was different. The short froggy man and the tall read headed woman approached her, casually, “Hello Claire, please keep calm.” “WHERE AM I?” They smiled like she hadn’t just screamed, like she had just said hello how are you dear friend. “Please Claire, we are friends, we are here at the request of your Uncle… I’m Gillian, this is Raymond.” And so she went.

Claire shook off the memories, the doubts, the questions. Every three months she opened a letter, an action that left her with more questions than before. She had been so tempted to look for them. When the loneliness was almost strangling her. But she kept the promise.

Putting the mug in the sink, she checked her reflection in the mirror, applied lipstick, tucked her shirt in her jeans, put on her coat and went off to another day of classes. As she turned to close the door on her building and check something in her purse, a black motorbike stopped at the traffic light in the road ahead. The helmet didn’t quite completely hid the mop of red hair peeking underneath. The biker liked what he saw, when he turned his head while waiting for the light to change.

Have a great weekend! :) 

Sick Day

Because @azure-mirror is a sick child and likes fluffy klance. 


It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for someone on board the castle ship to sneeze and learn that they were allergic to some weird alien product. Pidge had discovered within the first week on board that she would break out in hives if she used Altean shampoo, which was resolved by landing on a planet and buying a year’s supply of different shampoo. Hunk discovered that Coran’s mustache wax made him itchy if he came into contact with it.

But when Keith sneezed seven times in a row and then proceeded to hack his lungs out for a solid minute, everyone whipped around in surprise.

“What are you allergic to?” Hunk groaned in exasperation. Every time they discovered a paladin was allergic to something (or Allura, for that matter, who had learned that Earth’s cotton did not agree with her skin after a mishap with the laundry), they had to take extra precautions to keeping it away from said paladin.

Keith moaned miserably and plopped his head into his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. “I don’t know,” he grumbled, staring at the ground like it had personally offended him. “I’m not even near anything unusual.”

“Seriously?” Lance managed to laugh. “Dude, that was so not an allergic reaction.”

Keith shot Lance a suspicious look. “What?”

“Have you ever been sick?” Pidge asked, a small smile forming at the corners of her lips.

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Missing You

pairing ; lafayette x reader

summary ; the need to see your husband has not only gotten you to america, but also lost in the big new york city. 

words ; 1837

warnings ; badly translated french

masterlist


My dearest Gilbert,

I do hope that you are alive and well over in America. The sudden stop in returned letters has left me quite shaken and worried about you. As your wife, I feel as if it is my place to tell you that I have been questioning you returning home. How do I know if you’ve found another in the “Land of the Free”? Or that you now believe that we should no longer be married? But besides that, I would like to tell you that I love you, and I hope to see you very soon.

Your love,

Y/n Lafayette.

You sighed, looking around you. The area around you was riddled with people, shops, inns, everything. The road in which you traveled to get here were made of dirt, and the bottom of your dress now had a brown tinge to it, something you were sure you would be able to wring out without much trouble. But the roads here were all made of cobblestone, carefully lain to provide the image of elegance and care about one of the most beautiful towns in the up and coming America.

You had absolutely no idea where to go, and you were sure you looked like a foreigner “just passing by” with the way you were standing. You were on your tiptoes, trying to see if there was anything you were missing, though that was simply because you’d gotten used to being as short as you were.

Women were never given the nice end of the stick in the height department, sadly.

So, with a shake of your head, you ran a hand over the top of your head and stopped when the side of your fingers met the bun atop your crown. Tendrils of hair poked out, but otherwise, it felt kempt and managed-looking, especially since you had an image to keep up, being a Lafayette and all.

Taking a few steps in what you thought would be a good direction, you got lost in the view of Manhattan. Alongside the cobblestone paths were buildings of utter beauty – brown bricks, red bricks, maroon bricks, even white bricks made up the walls, the windows were all outlined in gorgeous white wood, complementing the freshly-cleaned glass it framed.

The yards were outlined with metal gates with spikes at the top, a silent message to tell people to keep off the grass and property depending on the time of day. The inns and stores were all clearly marked, their signs elegantly carved with precision.

All in all, it reminded you of the beauty of your home country, France, what, with how everything was cozily pushed together and even the buildings themselves practically floating in regality.

Snapping out of your gaze of the place, you focused back on your mission – find your husband. He had to be around here somewhere, but it would take asking people to figure out where that somewhere was.

Taking quick steps into a store, you walked up to the counter and cleared your throat, “Excusez-moi?”

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The Sun And The Moon

[This is for @keirdark since she has awesome AUs and makes awesome drabbles all the damn time. <3 you and I hope you like this! This could have been done a thousand different ways, sure but I went with this one and I’m hoping it’s okay.]

Have you ever heard the story between the Sun and Moon? Of the love between them that gives us life at the cost of their own happiness? Let me tell you.

The sun brought everything people could wish for; light to farm and play under, gave beautiful flowers that bloomed under his light, crops that grew and fed thousands, even animals to hunt and kill for their hide and even more food. Everyone praised the sun for his abilities and gifts he nurtured and cared for. Without the sun, there would be nothing. The sun was so happy to do this, to make people smile, yet, he had a piece of him missing. An emptiness that could never be filled no matter all the laughter and cries of happiness he heard from those that thanked him, remained. Yet, he never wished to bring sorrow to those that relied on him so much, and so, he pushed that feeling as deep down as one could, and let the warm golden rays of sunlight flow from his fingertips to the people as far as he could spread it.

The moon on the other hand, brought things that people were grateful for; telling them when to rest from a hard day’s work or to go home after playing, a time for everything to rest and have more energy to grow under the sun’s light, it gave some things the time to move and play, and some flowers to bloom for the moon’s glow. It was never as lively as the sun, yet, the moon was happy with what he had. The beings that howled to him praised him for the sleep, the waters that he pushed up erasing everything from the sun’s play to start fresh again. He brought a beauty that few could see with his companions. The stars above basked in the darkness and thanked the moon for their time to be seen by stunned eyes.

It was like yin and yang, light and dark, though, no evil arose between them. Although the moon was happy with what he had, he wanted a taste of the sun’s light, of the rays that seemed to make his own quiet palace rumble and quake with unknown efforts.

One day, the moon did not move, he waited to see the sun and his beauty, to see what people praised and adored. It was not long before he felt that need to start moving, bring darkness and rest to those that needed it. He told himself to stay, and watched with eager eyes.

It was like nothing he had ever seen before.

The sun seemed so young and lively, beautiful caramel skin that had speckles of gold littered about, and from his fingertips spouted rays that brightened everything in their path. He made colors come to life, he made flowers start to bloom in the morning dew, and made the moon’s heart skip a beat. The sun had a beauty that was like no other, and when he shifted his gaze to him, his eyes were captivating. They were so blue, mimicking the sky that now was bright under his authority. He felt hooked from the very beginning. He saw a wonderful smile fall onto the soft lips, it was small, yet, and it held such a brightness it almost made the moon want to retreat. He wanted to stay longer, to bask in more of the sun’s beauty and what it was doing, but he knew he couldn’t. No, he had to continue to bring rest; but surely, he would see the other again.

The moon left with no words and the sun felt so saddened. A stranger he never knew before, another god that felt so like him. His pale skin was so unlike his own, he wanted to touch it, to feel that one hand he could see. Was he the moon that those spoke about? That brought gleaming stars that shined like precious stones? He hoped so, his own shine was breathtaking, and caused him to immediately feel that hole in him to fill. Love at first sight was silly to mere mortals, but to gods, they knew when they were destined to be with someone.

He was not sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

Months and years went by in seemingly seconds to the gods. The moon was infatuated with the sun, and stayed after at times to catch glimpses and see what he could. The sun quick other times to pass through earlier, to see the moon he had fallen for. The two attempted to reach, but never came close enough to fill that part of them missing. Throughout the years, the moon found the sun to have the other gods call him Lance, and he had never heard of such a more fitting name for the god in his entire creation. He once had stars crash into Earth a few times to give the sun a name for himself. It was the name of a child born in the moon’s glow that he had found himself attracted to. Shiro. Both of the gods fell into adoration for those names, often thinking about the other when they could.

At one point, the moon could not take enough. He needed to see the sun, he needed to see Lance for all he was and hold him just once even if it meant rejection. He waited until the middle of their days, and pushed himself into the sun’s domain. He could see the way those blue eyes widened at him, and those lips part in a gasp. It was so painful, to know he could never completely be with the sun as he wanted to.

The sun had no idea that the moon would do this, though he was not complaining. He opened his arms and once the moon was close enough, embraced with all of his might. His bright rays turned into a reddish hue with the moon’s dark ones. Lance could feel Shiro’s soft and cold skin, his god-like body, his pale skin, even the cosmic dust that made up for an arm. For just a little bit, that emptiness in him was finally filled.

He pulled back, cupping the moon’s cheeks and smiling as he tilted into his warm touch. It felt so right, and brought both of them to tears at their union.

“I could not wait another moment without seeing you my Sun, you have taken my heart and wrapped it in your warm glow. Every moment without you is painful, and brings sorrow to me.” It was whispered, and with a chilled hand, he cupped the sun’s cheek in return. He could hear that chuckle and he knew flowers bloomed once they heard it.

“My moon… Your cool beams have entrapped me since I first laid my eyes on you. It is just as painful for me, I wish nothing more than to have this moment with you forever. My dear Shiro.” It was soft, and carefully the two came together in a kiss. It was like nothing else the two could ever describe. They wanted to hold each other dear and never let go.

Alas, this could not happen as the moon felt a pull and he could not disobey it. Both blue and grey eyes widened, but understood. They held on to their hands for as long as one could. The moon basking in the sun’s warmth for just a few moments longer while the sun relished in the coolness the moon had.

“Shiro! Please do not leave me!” The sun begged, golden tears flooding his eyes.

“It will be alright my darling, I will be back once more. We will never be apart for long. I promise Lance.” The moon assured, smiling somberly before the grip was lost. The moon was back where it belonged and the sun was returned to shining its light with no disturbance. If one could hear close enough however, the sound of heartbroken cries could be heard, flooding the Earth in a sudden warmth that was almost bitter.

It would not be for years until the moon could make such a bold move again, yet with every passing Earth second the two fantasied about their next meeting. They had duties as gods to help the people that worshiped them.

The sun chased after the moon, to attempt to finally catch what he wished and longed for; bringing day in his path. The moon did the same, bringing night as he went after the sun. It wasn’t uncommon for one of them to stay or arrive and get longing looks at each other, a promise in their eyes that they would become close again soon.

Until the end of time, the sun would chase the moon in fleeting hopes to entangle him in his warmth for all eternity. The moon would chase the sun in desperate attempts to have his coldness catch the sun until nevermore. Their love is the reason the sun rises and the moon sets, and why the solar eclipse is so beautiful to us.

Nothing is more beautiful than the love that is seen between the sun and the moon.

THREE // MASTERLIST


Request: Could you do one where they are having a third baby and kylo and the reader try to explain how they are made since they are asking and just children

A/N: This was actually really cute and fun to write, I love little fluffy things like this especially the though of kylo being a dad so thank you for this, anon! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1.5K+

Warning: None.


Having a child was a blessing on its own…although the world you were bringing them into wasn’t the greatest one. Having two children was a bit of a shocker since no one expected you to have two kids with Kylo–let alone, any. But now that you were expecting a third child, everyone in the Order thought you were insane.

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The Look

Originally posted by wonhobe

The Look | School!AU

You sat busily at one of the cafeteria tables, jotting some extra notes down for a class that was coming up that afternoon. It never hurt to be extra prepared you always thought. This school year was important to you and you wanted to do your best.

Looking back and forth between your textbook and notes, you paused your writing to a have a few sips of the sikhye you had as your lunch. You barely had time that morning to pack a proper meal and found that you only had a few bucks to spare for the sweet drink.

“Don’t tell me that’s the only thing you’re having today?”

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You're the One That I Want- Tom Holland One Shot

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: On accident, you and Tom go to Harrison’s Halloween party dressed as the iconic couple Sandy and Danny from ‘Grease’.

Word Count: 1900

A/N: This was so much fun to write. Harrison is a bit crazy in this one, so oops. He is the ultimate match maker. I hope you all enjoy. And happy Halloween!

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“Hey, are you coming to my party tonight?” Harrison asked you as you sat beside him in the car on your way home.

“Yes, I mean you said "Y/N, you’re coming to my party or I’ll never speak to you again”, which means I wouldn’t have you to buy me food, so I have to go.“ You explained, making him laugh. Harrison was throwing his annual Halloween party tonight, which required new decorations from last year and lots of sweet treats. He begged you to go shopping with him for it because Tom was busy. He gave you free food so you couldn’t pass up the offer.

"Don’t act like you don’t want to go.” He smirked at you devilishly.

“No, I don’t want to go. I could be at home watching Stranger Things instead of being a wallflower at your party.”

“Of course you want to go, Tom will be there.” His eyes light up as a blush spread over your cheeks. And here you thought his evil smirk couldn’t get any bigger.

You had known Harrison for years. Two years ago, he introduced you to his best friend, Tom. You had taken a quick liking to Tom, developing a slight-you insisted it was slight, very slight- crush on him. You didn’t spend as much time with him as you did with Harrison, who had become a brother to you. On multiple occasions, such as this one, Harrison has tried to play match maker; he even flat out asked Tom to take you to the Captain America: Civil War premiere. It didn’t work because you were busy; unlike Harrison, you had a job and were not able to follow Tom around the world.

“I’m over him, Harrison.” You lied as he stopped the car in front of your apartment complex. It was the same fable you said everytime he brought up the cute boy with dashing brown eyes.

“Uh-huh, sure.” He teased. You rolled your eyes and opened the door, stepping out onto the sidewalk, “Hey, Y/N.” Harrison called, making you halt from shutting the door on him.

“What?” You asked.

“What’s your costume?” He questioned.

“Sandy from 'Grease’, why?” You replied.

“Just wondering. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yep.” You sighed. Why couldn’t he just leave you be at home with Netflix cuddled up in a warm, fluffy blanket?

“7 o'clock. See you there, love.” He smiled at you as you rolled your eyes and closed the door. Harrison was always your extremely cheeky friend. You heard his car speed off as you entered your own apartment, meaning you were finally free to begin getting ready for tonight.

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“Tom, what’s your costume for tonight?” Harrison asked his friend. He called Tom the moment he got home with a scheme already forming in his head.

“Well, I was thinking of just wearing the Spiderman suit. I don’t have any other costumes really.” Tom replied in slight confusion, “Why?”

“Don’t be Spiderman. Be someone else, everyone in the world has already seen you as Spiderman. Be original-be someone like Danny from 'Grease’.” Harrison stated, trying to sound as if he didn’t desperately want his friend to be Danny.

“Are you okay? I thought you hated that movie.”

“I do, but you don’t. You should be Danny.”

“Do you just want to wear my Spiderman suit? Is that what this is about?” Tom accused. Harrison shrugged at the thought.

“You caught me.” He replied, hoping that maybe if he wore the suit, Tom would be Danny. It’s not like he was a hard character to dress up as. All you needed was a black shirt and black jeans-a wig if he really went for it.

“I’ll let you wear it, but you can’t stain or rip it. No pulling threads either. It needs to be exactly how I had it originally.” He stated.

“I promise to protect your precious suit from harm if you swear to be Danny.” Harrison said.

“Why are you so hooked on me being Danny?”

“No reason. Okay, well, I’ve got some setting up to do. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, and Harrison?” Tom asked.

“Yes?” He answered.

“Will-Will Y/N be there?” He questioned in a hushed tone, making Harrison laugh.

“Yes, your Juliet will be there, Romeo.” He said.

“Shut up.” Tom grumbled, hanging up the phone.

~~~

Harrison was starting to get grumpy and Tom was starting to get nervous. The party had started thirty minutes ago and Harrison had yet to see you walk through the front door. He was impatient about your arrival; he wanted nothing more than to make you and Tom get together. He was angry at the thought that you may have actually ditched him and stayed at home. Harrison sacrificed his amazing vampire costume to get Tom to match with you (although he did feel privileged in a legitimate, free Spiderman costume), so he had every right to benupset about you being late. Tom was growing nervous because Harrison looked ready to kill something. He was also becoming sad because out of all the girls at the party, none of them were his girl; even though you technically weren’t in a relationship with him.

Harrison was just about to pull out his phone to call you when the door opened. A proud smile formed on his face as he glanced over at Tom. Tom was oblivious to the fact that you had just walked in as his costume’s counterpart since he was in the middle of a conversation with some of his other friends. You saw Harrison and made your way over to him, stumbling slightly in your red high heels.

“You’re late.” Harrison stated.

“I had to finish my show and do you know how long it takes to get cherry red lipstick perfect?” You questioned, pointing to your lips.

“Better late than never, I guess.” He shrugged.

“Is that Tom’s suit?” You asked, looking at the intricate designs on the Spiderman suit he was wearing.

“Yep, he was going to wear this one, but I persuaded him to wear something a little more 50s.” He said. Harrison put a hand on Tom’s shoulder and turned him around to face you. It took a moment for you and Tom to register your costumes.

“Harrison!” You both exclaimed. You and Tom were in disbelief that your friend would plot such a scheme. You both knew he was crazy, but not this crazy.

“Don’t you two look lovely.” He smiled in amusement. His face dropped when he saw your glare and Tom’s horrified look, “I should go. You two should dance.” He dove off into the crowd and disappeared.

“He’s lucky I can barely walk in these heels or else I’d kill him.” You muttered. You balanced on your left leg as you lifted up your right to remove the red heel.

“Here, let me help.” Tom held out a hand to stabilize you from falling.

“Thanks,” you said after you successfully got both heels off, “I’m going to put these in Haz’s room.” You left without waiting for a response from Tom.

“What’re you doing? Ask her to dance, fool!” Harrison stated, coming back over to Tom.

“Why did you set this up? Did you actually want to wear the suit?”

“No, but I like it. Can I keep it?” He asked, but continued after seeing his friend’s pointed look, “I set this up because the two of you are crazy in love with each other and are too bloody stupid to do anything about it!”

“You’re wrong, Y/N doesn’t like me.” Tom said.

“She does, Tom. She came tonight because you were coming. I thought the costumes would help you get the balls to ask her out. When she comes back, ask her to dance. It’s not rocket science.” Harrison patted his friend on the back, “She’s coming back-I gotta run!”

“Harrison!” Tom called after him, but he was already gone.

“Was that Harrison?” You asked, scanning the crowd for the iconic Spiderman suit.

“No. I just thought I saw him.” Tom stated. The was an awkward moment shared before he spluttered out the words, “You look beautiful tonight.” His face turned almost as red as your shoes.

“Thank you,” You replied, looking down at your outfit. It was nothing much-black leather pants, a black off-the-shoulder top, and a black leather jacket, “You make a great Danny.”

“Really?” He asked, surprised, “I was going to just wear my suit, but Harrison asked to borrow it. I thought it was odd that he suggested Danny, since he hates 'Grease’, but the costume is simple enough.” He shrugged and you shifted your eyes down to your bare feet.

“I’m sorry-I told Harrison what I was wearing. I didn’t expect him to force you to match me. This must be super awkward; we’re not a couple, but we are dressed like it.”

“No, no, I don’t mind.” Tom said, making you look up to meet his eyes, “Quite the opposite actually. The thought of us together is incredible. I like you, Y/N, a lot.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Really.”

“Well, you’re in luck because you’re the one that I want.” You said, making him laugh.

“Can Danny kiss his Sandy?” Tom asked, placing his hands on your cheeks. You nodded slowly and the two of you leaned in. Just before your lips could touch, almost on cue, Harrison interrupted.

“Hey, Tom, I’m sorry, but I spilt red punch on the suit, but the suit’s red so it’s okay, right?” Harrison looked up from the wet patch on his chest to the two of you. He noticed the close proximity and his eyes lit up, “Is my OTP finally happenig? Is the ship finally sailing?” You and Tom both sighed and Tom dropped his hands, turning to his friend.

“Harrison, f*ck off.” Tom said.

“But I don’t want to miss this.”

“Harrison!” You and Tom snapped.

“Fine, but I’m getting an update from both of you.” Harrison huffed.

“And you’re cleaning my suit!” Tom said as his friend walked off. He turned back to you, “Where were we?”

“Shut up and kiss me already.” You stated.

~~~

Two months later, you and Tom had been going strong as a couple. Not much had changed besides that and Harrison growing a tad bit more annoying. By more annoying, you meant that he interrupted 9/10 of your dates with Tom. Although he was ridiculous, when he invited you and Tom over to have a Christmas move marathon, you had to go.

“Stop! Stop!” Harrison exclaimed when you and Tom were about to walk into his room, hand-in-hand. Harrison grabbed a small green object from his dresser and held it in his doorway.

“Is that mistletoe?” Tom asked.

“Yep, now you two have to kiss.” Harrison smiled.

“Harrison, we’re already dating. You don’t need to keep being crazy with your 'match making’.” You said.

“I know, but I’m the captain of this ship. Now kiss.” He ordered. You and Tom simultaneously rolled your eyes at him. When Tom’s fan found out about you two being together through Harrison, they crowned him the “captain” of your ship and now there was quite literally no living with him. Tom pecked you on the lips, making Harrison get giddy in excitement.

“Why is he so weird?” Tom asked you with a laugh.

“I don’t know. I’m only here for the food.” You replied.

Solangelo and If They Met From The Start

So, this fic/one shot thingy is actually based off of @elmesart picture (the one above, obviously). its super long so heres an ao3 link if youd rather read it there. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it!


Will noticed when his father drove in with Percy Jackson and the Hunters. Heck, the whole camp had noticed. He was curious, to say the least, as to why his dad, who rarely answered his own sons prayers, would cater to driving around a couple of kids. But he was sure his father had his reasons. And so he watched as the whole troop of them exited the vehicle and as one little dark haired figure bounced around Percy, looking like he was chattering nonstop.

 It wasn’t until the next day that he would meet said little figure. 

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Why we were fighting

Originally posted by stars-come-0ut

To say that Waller made a huge mistake was misunderstanding. Everyone who at least once looked at the Squad knew that (y/n) (y/l/n) and Chato Santana together were no good, to say the last. From the very begin of work of the (h/c) metahuman with the squad, they hated each other. They were always fighting, not ever once giving up on the opportunity to hurt each other, physically or emotionally.

And yet, Amanda Waller send them on the mission, together, without of anyone to accompany them. The effect of that was that, that not even three hours of the official start of their mission, they were fighting with each other, which ended with them being captured by the guys they were supposed to take down. Some kind of gang or something like that, (y/n) weren’t sure, taking that she weren’t listening after she was told, that she is parred on this mission with Chato.

Now, they were, tied to each others back, sitting on the cold floor of the cellar of some sort. She with big cut on her brow and blood slowly running down her face, and him, still unconscious.

“I swear to god, if you won’t wake up in like two seconds, I will personally rip your heart out!” She growled at him, showing her head back and hitting him on his own. Finally he groaned and opened his eyes, looking around.

“What’s going on?”
“Oh, finally our beloved princess had woke up. As you can see, you stupid fuck, we got captured by those assholes and now, we are probably going to die, just because, you were too stupid to shut your stupid mouth as I told you!” She showed her head back, once more hitting him.

“Ow! Stop it!”

“Ha! What more? You got us in this situation, then I’m going to punish you!” Before she was able to hit him again, he burned slightly her arm, that was pressed tightly to his. She growled at him. “You son of a…”

“You try to hit me again, I burn you. Easy enough for you?” She scoffed at his words. “And we wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for you and…”

“Shut up.” She furrowed her brow.
“What? Can’t face the truth…”

“I said shut up. They are coming, but I can’t count them, because of your talking.”
“Or, because you can’t count.” She ignored him and closed her eyes. When she finished, she pushed herself slightly to his back. “… How many?”

“Four unarmed and two with guns.” Mexican cursed under his breath and moved his head, to lean it on her shoulder.

“What are we gonna do?” She did the same with her head. She moved a little opening her mouth, but doors of the room they sat at opened, showing six men, two of them holding guns.

“Our lovebirds are awake? Good. Now, tell us who send you.” One of them crouched in front of them with smirk on his lips. They both scoffed at his words, not saying a word. He sighed and got up. “And I though that you would be clever. Take the girl.” He moved out of his men way and watched as they untied them, just to take (y/n) and tie Chato once more. To Diablos shock, when they dragged her away, she looked at him with fear in her eyes and mouth opened slightly in quiet scream. It was probably first time when he saw her so scared. He tried to move, but it was for nothing. “You two, have an eye on him, shot if needed. And you, little one, we are going to have a little talk.” He took her by her (h/c) hair and dragged her out.


Chato sat still, waiting for (y/n) to be her usual self and use her powers to got out from them, just to show up and help him, probably not letting him live this up for another year or so, but his hopes shattered in moment when he heard her terrified scream. He looked up and swallowed hard. It’s true that they hated each other, but still, they were teammates. He knew her, and knew that even burned, she never screamed.

Chato felt rage building in his chest when (y/n)’s screams were still heard. He looked at the two men near the doors, who were only smiling at the girls scream. His breath became shallow and quick. He felt as his skin became warmer and warmer with every passing moment. And before he though about pros and cons of situation they both were in, the fire exploded from his body, burning the rope he was tied with and killing men who was watching him. Getting up, he destroyed doors and went out of the room to the long hallway, where we burned to death anyone who tried to get in his way, while he went in direction from where (y/n) screams were coming from.

When he got to the room he stood still, looking in terror at what was in front of him. Two men were at the girl’s sides, now looking at him with terror, while she was sitting on the chair, tied to it, looking down, not moving, with many curs and bruises on her body. Her breaths was so shallow, he weren’t sure if they was there at all. He burned the guys alive and moved to (y/n), quickly cooling down and crouching in front of her, trying to make her look at him, but she was looking at the ground with empty eyes. He furrowed his brows and toke knife from ground and cut ropes from around her wrists and legs and toke her in his arms and walked out of the room, and from the building they were in, burning it on his way out.




He laid her on the bed in the hotel room they got from Waller on the beginning of their mission and walked to his bag to get first aid kit.

When he finished with girl, she still wasn’t moving, but at least her breath got normal. He sighed and laid on bed next to her, because of course, Waller being herself got them the room with only one bed… It was the reason of their argument before they got captured. Chato sighed closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.


He woke up in middle of night feeling arms sneaking around his waist and whole (y/n)s body pressing against his back. He blinked and furrowed his brow hearing her sobbing. He moved slightly, hoping that she would move away, which she didn’t. He sighed and turned carefully, looking her in eyes. That’s probably the closest they ever were to each other, their bodies pressed together, her face buried in his neck, with hot tears rolling out of her eyes and onto his collarbone. He moved and awkwardly patted her head. (y/n) moved a little, looking him in eyes. He furrowed his brow, not sure how to ask her about what happened to her back there, when they tortured her. And fortunately he didn’t have to, because she hugged him, really hugged and started talking.

“When I was a little girl and I started… mutating… my mother called to someone and they took me to this lab… they done many different tests to me, and some other stuff. They tortured me, only to see how my body worked, and it was years before I got out… like really many years, because, when I did get out, killing everyone on my way out, the government and Waller got to me and they showed me to Task Force X, or as you want to call it…”

“Our squad… How old were you?” She hugged him a little harder.

“Seven…” He sighed and patted her head. “Today… When they toke me, it was as if I was seven again. Everything got back to me and… and…”

“Shh.” He putted his forehead to hers and looked her in the eyes. “Do you know what I did?” She shook her head, so he told her, not even once looking away from her eyes. When he finished, she hugged him tighter, hiding her face in his neck.

“We are both fucked up.”

“That’s probably why we were fighting with each other.”

“No, we were fighting with each other, because you are a shit brain who can’t concentrate on simple task.” He backed a little and looked at her with hard expression on his face, right before he bowed his head and pecked her on the lips. She looked at his speechless.

“Go to sleep. And if you say something, I’m going to burn you alive, you got it?” (y/n) only grinned and kissed him, sneaking her arms around his neck and showing him back, to saddle his hips. He only smiled into the kiss and hugged her closer to his body, warming his fingertips and slightly warming her while he touched her.


“You think Waller knew what she was doing while she send us here?” She sat up, looking at his face, which showed his annoyance at her stopping her movements.

“Really? Right now? While we are in middle of something?”

“This something is called sex. And yes, right now, because i’m fucking curious. She even got us one room with only one bed. Do you think that she is shipping us?” Chato only groaned and pushed her, so he was above her.

“The last thing I want to think about right now is Waller. So shut up, and maybe we will talk about it in the morning.” She sighed.

“Ok…”

“Why are you looking at me as if it your sad responsibility now?”

“No I don’t.” He groaned and laid back, looking at the ceiling.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” She smiled and laid on her side.

“So…”

“kakashi is a shitty sensei” drabble for @mouseymightymarvellous !!

basically a condensed version of a fic I wanna write one day hehe

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It was only natural for Kakashi to assume that his duties as the sensei for his genin team would be put on hold when two of his three students left Konoha (one for definitely more controversial reasons than the other).

However, maybe he should have considered the fact that his remaining student might still be interested in continuing her training with him.

A full week passed after Naruto left to train abroad with Jiraiya - a touching farewell at the Konoha gate where both Kakashi and Sakura wished Naruto luck on his training - and, unbeknownst to Kakashi, Sakura continued to head to the bridge Team 7 met at before training, every morning. Of course, for the first two days, she waited because she was never under the impression that Kakashi would no longer be her sensei (and she waited well past the time her tardy teacher usually finally made his appearance before returning home, confused and upset) but, by the third day, she stood on the bridge for more sentimental reasons, quietly contemplating the small stream below as she wondered how her teammates were doing and why her sensei seemed to be avoiding her.

(He wasn’t doing it on purpose, he’d just kind of… forgotten about her.)

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He’s Taken

Written for @leojiweek 2017: Day 1 

Prompt: Others’ Interpretation of Leoji/Social Media 

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Laura xoxo: ugh

Laura xoxo: dani im so sry but my sister saw that picture u put on insta of u and ur brother at the water park and now she’s begging me 2 get his number from u

Laura xoxo: she went on his insta and found out he’s a wrld famous figure sk8r and she wont shut up abt him

Laura xoxo: pls ill buy u ice cream 4 a week if u can make her stop gushing abt how hot he is

Daniela sighs.

This is not the first time this has happened.

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                     I’M  BACK  FROM  HIATUS !    it’s been a long time, hasn’t it ?  i’ve been meaning to come back for the past month or so, but got extremely busy and sick during that time, but as i sit here writing this i’m pretty overwhelmed with joy ?????  i’ve missed rey to the extant that anyone could, she is my child and is coming up on her two year anniversary and that in itself still makes me feel like it’s surreal honestly.  but i’m going away for this weekend on a roadtrip and during that time i’m going to make new icons, delete all my old drafts and redo all my tags that i lost and start anew.  sighs, i really missed you guys

170323 Mion’s mobame messages

It’s a bit of a serious talk from here on.. (^O^)

I spoke a little about it during my seitansai but during these two months since my 19th birthday, the amount of time I spend thinking to myself about my troubles has increased so much. 
I still want to remain a child but the passing of time is quick, isn’t it?

I get told a lot that I’m surprisingly mature but actually, I’m not at all. To be honest, I recently noticed that my mind stopped maturing when I was about 16 years old. No, maybe when I was 13. Lol.
But the clock hands won’t stop just to wait for me. I’m rapidly becoming an adult and I am at an age where I can perceive myself as a 20 year old. 
So as a human being and as an idol, I began to feel impatient for the first time.

Looking back to when I joined AKB up until now, I feel like I haven’t had any time to stop.  
Even when I’m troubled, I’ve always had a major goal that I had to reach and continued running towards. 
But in the past two months, I felt myself stopping for the first time. I don’t know why but I didn’t feel like I was enjoying every day from the bottom of my heart. As if I was working unsteadily..

During my seitansai, I was honestly worried for the first time in a while about my performance and physical strength. And I wasn’t just worried about that.
However. 
Everyone’s loud cheers, smiling faces and their figures wholeheartedly supporting me made me really, really happy and I had so much fun!!!

So shortly after my seitansai, all my worries disappeared. It felt like I was relieved from my recent gloominess. 
I conveyed my feelings during my speech, decided on a new goal and found a position that I can reach together with everyone.

After all, I can’t move forward without all my fans. ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ 
I’m 19 but I’m still in between a child and an adult. I’ll be glad if you can continue to watch and support me.

Thank you as always.

And I’ll send another mail about the sousenkyo!

From Miion.


Continuation (^O^)

I think my seitansai speech is jinxed, I’ve said my goal every year and it has come true.

And this year.. I want to enter Kami 7.

Haa I wonder why I keep making such reckless challenges. \(^o^)/
Despite thinking calmly, I said something dreadful. \(^o^)/

But as expected after last year’s sousenkyo, I was often jokingly told, “Next year is Kami 7, right?” during handshake meetings and interviews. No, I felt like I couldn’t say such a thing even if my mouth ripped open. Even though 13th place is a wonderful position, I didn’t think I could rank any higher than that. “What will I do next year?” ..I thought about that with seriousness.
But this year, by earnestly declaring Kami 7, I wonder if I can grow up a little after all?

Honestly speaking, when I was chosen for senbatsu before, I was at the end of the third row.. it was common for me. But for High Tension, for the first time, I wasn’t just an understudy singing in the front. For Shoot Sign, I was among the 9 members in the first row.
Of course, I might not have much strength but as long as I stand in my place, it’s only natural for me to aim for a higher position. Right?

I think a wall is not a wall if it’s not high enough to make me think that I can’t climb over it!
So it makes sense to test myself now by declaring a huge goal.

However..  the announcement for the 48th senbatsu was the next day.
Of course I was really happy to be chosen for senbatsu again.

But even more than that, I felt terribly, terribly frustrated.
If I can’t be more reliable,
Then I won’t be able to contribute more to the group.

And just before the announcement, I didn’t even think I would be frustrated, but it was the most frustration I’ve ever felt that I couldn’t forgive myself.
I finally noticed all my fans’ reactions when they said it’s frustrating for them.

Right, I agree.
To all the AKB fans, staff and members, I want you to rely on me! The announcement made me think I must become a reliable person.
If our generation stops here, what will we do from now on?

It’s not “I want to enter Kami 7,” but “I need to enter Kami 7.”

I’ve worked hard for myself until now.
I ran up to this point with only the feeling of “I love AKB.”
But I’ve come to a point where I just can’t do that any longer.
For the sake of the group, I have to stand at the front in a true sense from now on.

In order for me to do so, please lend me your strength.
I am powerless but please allow me to protect my beloved AKB, everyone’s beloved AKB.

I will desperately work hard to become a worthy member..
Because I no longer have the time to lose my way.

From Miion.

Take A Break- Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Warning: FLUFF!!!

Prompt: Take a break from Hamilton

Originally posted by pietromcximoff


It’s that time of the month again. You were fueling yourself with gallons of coffee and energy drinks just to keep yourself up. It has officially been 48 hours since you last slept and no it wasn’t because of insomnia this time. You had a term paper to finish, two project proposals to defend and to top it all off 5 final exams with in the week.

You were a college student at (name of university) and at the same time an intern at the Avengers Tower. You were working late at the tower while finishing your term paper, when you notice a quick breeze pass by you followed by a blue blur. You look at around to see where it went, because you knew what it was. Well, who it was. It was none other than Pietro Maximoff.

For the past two years that you’ve been an intern in the tower he has been bothering you a whole lot. But lately it has been too much. You look back to what you were doing and realize that your papers are all gone.

“MAXiMOFF!” You quietly scream as it was 3am and you didn’t want to wake anyone up.

“Yes?” He abruptly appears in front of you.

“Give me back my papers. I need to finish everything by tonight. My deadline is in two days.” You say as you look at him tiredly.

“One condition. Well, two actually” He says with a smirk on his face.

“What is it?”

“Sleep with me.”

“WHAT?! NOW?! I AM NOT GOING TO-“His laughter cuts you off.

“Calm down. I didn’t mean it like that, printessa. I meant go to sleep with me. You need to sleep. I noticed you haven’t slept in days, no?” He says with that accent of his.

“Yeah but I-“

“No buts, printessa. You need to take of yourself. Take a break.”

“Okay fine. Maybe I do need sleep.” You yawn a bit.

“Good.” He says and you were suddenly in his room.

“Okay wait. What’s the second condition?” you ask feeling drowsy now

“That we can leave for another time.” He says as he plops down on his bed and pats the other side. Signaling you to lie down next to him.

“Come on Piet, what is it?” you say as you sit down next to him.

“Come on (y/n), save it for tomorrow?” He says as he pulls you to his chest and you inhale the scent of his perfume.

“Really, I can’t. hahaha I need to finish everything Piet. You know, so that I can have more time with you?” You say as you shift your position to face him.

“I know. But enjoy this moment with me first? It’s been so long since I’ve had you in my arms like this. I missed you, (y/n).” He says as he kisses the top of your head.

“I missed you too. But I still want to know.” You giggle as he pulls you closer

“Fine.” He leans down a bit “Run away with me for the summer.”

“What?” You smile to yourself

“Come on. Let’s go upstate.” He says as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Piet, I don’t what to say…”

“There’s a lake I know in a nearby park there. You and I can go, when the night gets dark.” He says as his voice gets huskier. You giggle at the thought of that.

“You have my attention now.”

“Yeah? Well I have other things planned that we can do, printessa. Only if you agree to go with me?” He says as he looks into your eyes.

“Okay. As long as I can have you all to myself.” You say seductively.

“That’s the plan.” He chuckles as he holds you tighter.

“Thanks Piet.”

“For what?”

“Stealing my papers so that I can be with you now.” You yawn suddenly

“I’d do anything just to be with you.” He says as he kisses your lips softly

“I love you.”

“I love you too, printessa.” He holds you closer as you slowly drift into sleep.

He smiles to himself as he holds you tight. Thinking that this was the first time you said that you loved him after two years of him courting you. At this moment both of you knew what this moment meant. It was the beginning of your new relationship.


So this happened. It’s 2am and I can’t sleep because I have an exam tomorrow and I’m studying for it but I had this idea so I had to write it down.