you totally gave me that idea

(Keith and Lance are on their first date at a restaurant)

Keith: I hate cheesy things, they make me sick to my stomach.

Lance, desperately trying to cover his heartbreak as he subtly types out a text to Hunk and Pidge from under the table telling them to cancel the incredibly cheesy gesture he had planned for after their date: (voice cracking) Oh.. really? I didn’t, um, know that about you.

Keith: (shrugs) I try not to be too open about it. Shiro says it kind of ruins the mood whenever I bring it up.

Lance: (having a crisis) Yeah, uh huh. I totally get that. Yeah. 

Keith: … Are you okay?

Lance: Who, me? I’m fine! Never been better! (all the moments where he picked up Keith in a suit and gave him flowers and held the door/chair for him in the restaurant flash before his eyes) Oh, no. Ohhhhhhh nooooooooo.

Keith: Lance??

Lance: Keith, buddy, light of my life- Wait, shit! You literally just said- Keith, I’m so sorry. I had no idea but I- I should’ve asked if you were alright with all the romcom stuff before I did it. I’m so sorry, I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable or, or that you were being pressured. I just, I really like you, and I wanted to do everything right, but instead I- (he jumps when Keith’s hand touches his own) Uh, Keith?

Keith: Lance, calm down. What are you talking about?

Lance: You said you hate cheesy things!! And-

Keith: Yeah, because I’m lactose intolerant.

Lance: -I’m a cheese master! I’ve been grinding cheese all evening!! I’ve been inhaling that shit, sprinkling it, we’re literally neck deep in- Wait. What?

Keith: Lance. I was talking about my lactose intolerance. I- (he unsuccessfully tries to pass his laugh off as a cough even as he tightens his grip on Lance’s hand) I’m sorry, I swear I’m not laughing at you! It’s just, you’re getting all worked up, and- It’s sweet that you care so much, thank you, but I was talking about- (he starts laughing again)

Lance: You’re talking about your lactose intolerance??? You said, you said cheesy things- (he wheezes) Oh my god, cheese makes you sick to your stomach, you weren’t trying to give me a hint, you were talking about shitting-

Keith: I wasn’t-! I never said that, I said it hurts my stomach! That’s so gross Lance, don’t say that when we’re in public!

Lance: (still laughing) Okay, okay, sorry. I’ll keep it PG.

Keith: That’s all I ask. And, um. About what you were talking about. I don’t… usually like big romantic gestures, or pda.

Lance: … Oh. Well, that’s okay! We can-

Keith: (staring intently at a scuff on the table) But. I’ve found that I don’t mind it when it’s, um. (he stares harder at the table) When it’s. (his ears are starting to turn pink) Whenit’scomingfromyou.

Lance:

Keith:

Lance: (subtly sniffles before smiling) We’ll make a romantic of you yet, Kogane.

thundersongproductions  asked:

Gasp epic goth? Is that a thing?

not really but now you gave me ideas—

So we all know that Epictale bassically based on anIMUS.. x’D so I kinda take inspiration from Child Emperor from OPM- because Goth would totally be those animu overpowered children that act all mighty in epictale lmao >w> BUT NAAH HE’S NO MATCH TO THE REAL HEROOOO ^^^ <3

#tips on how to make things epic-er: make everything super big on your char #SHOT

also this whole epictale based on anime things give me another ideas…


THE LIBRARIAN DESU KA ✨ #SHOT TO DEATH

Spiders With Books || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x female!reader

Word Count: 1345 words

Request: can u do a peter parker/spider man imagine where the reader is a nerdy girl whos nose is always in a book and one day shes talking with her friends about spiderman and they run into each other or smth and the cute books falling thing happens and peter does everything he can to flirt with her and ask her out

No spoilers (i don’t think there are spoilers)

AN: I don’t think I proof read this very well

Originally posted by koenigreus


The bell rang to signal the next class. Everyone in ​Y/N’s class stood up and rushed to the hallways, but Y/N got up slowly, too focused with the book in her hands. She picked up the rest of her books that were on her desk, holding them against her hip and headed towards the door. She finished the page she was on before focusing on the hurdle of bodies in the hallway.

Y/N reached her locker, her friend already standing there waiting for her. “Hey Y/N. How was history?” Michelle asked. Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “Same as usual, I guess. I finished my work early so I had time to get farther in my book.” Michelle chuckled, making Y/N give her a questionable look.

“Which one?” Her friend questioned, pointing to the set of books in Y/N’s arms.

She smiled, wiggling one of the books in her hand, with a smile on her face. She then went on and gave her a non spoiler review of the book, in case she wanted to read it. Y/N opened her locker to place her history textbook inside. “So,” Michelle started, “have you seen that video of Spider-Man on YouTube?”

Y/N raised a brow while she grabbed a few notebooks and a couple more books to carry and read through out the day, “Well, I don’t know which one you’re talking about but, I probably have.” She scoffed at herself, slamming her locker shut and moving to walk to lunch.

“Of course you have. Because you can’t have a crush on someone and NOT stalk them,even if nobody knows what they look like.” Michelle said sarcastically, watching the people in front of her bolt to their next class. Y/N lightly shoved her friend, stopping in the middle of the hallway.

Michelle stopped a few steps in front of her, “What?” She asked bluntly. The number of people in the hallway faded out, but the pair took their time to get to lunch.

“I,I don’t have a crush on Spider-Man.” Y/N scoffed trying to defend herself. Michelle rolled her eyes, “You’re kidding, right? You are totally are in love with him, you never stop talking about him. He’s the only guy I ever hear you talk about, besides Pe-he who shall not be named.“she corrected herself, remembering their code name, "You’re crazy about him.”

Y/N sighed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. But how could I not like him?” She muttered biting her lip. “I’m gathering that this is no longer about Queens’ web slinger?” Michelle questioned. Y/N looked down, nodding her head.

Y/N’s friend sighed, “If it makes you feel better, I saw him staring at you at the Academic Decathlon team meeting yesterday.”

Y/N crinkled her nose in disbelief, “Really? Everyone knows that he liked Liz, so why wasn’t he staring at her?” Maybe there was something on my face or my clothes looked odd to him. She didn’t want to get her hopes up. Michelle nodded her head, “But he was staring for a really long time. Besides I don’t think he likes her anymore though. ”

Before the conversation could continue, the two rounded a corner but, Y/N was met with the back of Peter Parker. “What are you-Oh shit,” He said as he turned around to see all of her books fall.

“I am so sorry, my friend kind of bumped into me.” He apologized emphasizing the second half of the sentence while glaring at Ned, moving to the ground to grab her books. “Oh hey guys,” Peter’s best friend Ned said to the two girls, giving them a quick wave.

“I’m gonna meet you at lunch. See ya later Y/N,” Michelle states walking away as the bell rang,“You too Peter.” She said giving him a mock solute. Unbeknownst to Y/N and Peter, Michelle gave Ned a look, silently telling him to come with her. He scratched the back of his head, “I’ll just head off with Michelle.”

Y/N moved down to the floor with Peter, to pick up her books. “I’m sorry, I’m just so clumsy.” She said, shaking her head and laughing at herself. Y/N avoided eye contact at all cost, a blush appearing on her cheeks. Peter looked up at her, pausing his actions.

“It’s cute.” Peter said boldly, shocking himself. Peter had a couple of her books in his hand while she had the others. “You have a really good taste in books.” He said, standing up from the floor and then grabbing her arm to help her up after him.

“Thanks,” Y/N said, a small smile on her face. Peter still hasn’t let go of her arm and when she looked at his hand, he immediately pulled it away. He cleared his throat, before speaking to the girl.

“M-Maybe you can give me some book suggestions sometime.” He stuttered out. She stood there with wide eyes shocked, was he trying to ask her out.

“Or, maybe not. Maybe you don’t want to talk to me. I’ll just, ummm, I’ll leave.” He cursed himself, turning around to walk away. “Wait, Peter.” Y/N grabbed his arm and he spun around.

“I do have a couple books in mind.” Y/N said with a side smile. Peter smiled widely at the girl, handing her books back to her.


Peter’s point of view

“How did that robbery go last night?” Ned asked Peter as the two walked to Peter’s locker. The two boys had lunch next period and Peter didn’t want to carry anymore heavy textbooks in his backpack anymore (despite having super strength). “It was awesome. I beat their asses.” Peter said enthusiastically, but got quiet when he realized that they were still in school.

Peter and Ned were just about to round a corner when they heard two other people talking in the hall. Michelle and Y/N talking about Spider-Man. Peter was about to walk when Ned pulled him back, “Dude what the heck?” Peter said, looking at Ned like he was crazy.

“Hear me out, we might be able to eavesdrop on them. See how much she likes Spider-Man.”

Peter gave his best friend a look, debating whether or not this was a good idea. He pressed his back against the wall, “Only because I trust you Ned.”

The two heard a voice say offended, “I-I don’t have a crush on Spider-Man,”

Peter looked at his friend with hunched shoulders, “What did I tell you?” He whispered. Ned was about to say something when they heard their friend Michelle start to speak, “You’re kidding, right? You are totally are in love with him, you never stop talking about him-”

Peter turned to his friend shocked. Ned only smirked, “Maybe this was a good idea, she has the hots for Spider-Man dude.” They focused back onto the conversation the two girls were having, but they heard the subject change. “ I saw him staring at you at the Academic Decathlon team meeting yesterday.”

Peter stood there, shocked yet again, “Oh, no, oh lord.” He said, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Weren’t you staring at her at the meet- ohhhhhhh,” Ned concluded, realizing they were now talking about Peter.

“Really? Everyone knows that he liked Liz, so why wasn’t he staring at her?” Y/N stated, kind of surprised at her friends statement.

“Dude, I think she likes you."Ned whispered. Peter glanced at his friend, thinking about how unreal it would be if she liked him. "And I’m sorry bro.” Ned finished.

Peter moved a step away from the wall, tilting his head, confused at his friend’s statement. “What are you-Oh shit.” He started but couldn’t end the question due to Ned shoving him backwards towards the girl he liked.

Part Two

Forget me not

Thaaaaank you @alwaysfangirly!! 💖 And omg, you’re so kind! And so patient! Because this took me forever and you were so sweet about it! 💖 I hope you like what I did with it! (Even though it might be kinda messy and confusing…) Oh, and I also posted it on AO3, because… well, once more, it turned out longer than I intended…



“Pansy, where was I yesterday?”

“What?”

“What was I doing? Did you see me talking to anyone?”

Draco paced the length of the eighth year common room, feeling Pansy’s intent stare on him.

“Those are really odd questions to ask. Have you lost your mind?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Draco muttered, stopping in front of the fireplace. “I think someone obliviated me. No, I am sure someone obliviated me.”

He heard Pansy get off the armchair and walk over to him.

“Are you sure? Why would someone do that to you?”

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Draco growled.

“But how can you be sure you’ve been obliviated? I mean, isn’t the point of obliviating someone that they… well, forget?”

Draco scratched the back of his neck, nodding absentmindedly.

“Something just felt off when I woke up this morning. I was sure it was Wednesday but then I saw the Daily Prophet and realised it was already Thursday. I remember everything until Tuesday night and waking up today. But if I try to think about what happened yesterday, my mind just goes blank. I’ve been racking my brain all day long. It’s the only explanation, Pansy. I-”

Draco stopped in his tracks when he saw Potter enter the common room. Something was… weird about him today. He didn’t look at Draco. He hadn’t looked at Draco all day. He always looked at Draco. He probably thought it went unnoticed but, of course, Draco noticed. He always stared right back whenever Potter briefly averted his eyes. Always. But why was Potter avoiding his gaze today?

“Potter!” Without a moment’s hesitation, he strode over to the Gryffindor.

“Hey Malfoy,” he mumbled, his eyes on the carpet.

“Potter, is there something you want to tell me?” Draco inquired, lowering his head to catch the other boy’s eye.

“No?” the Gryffindor said, his voice slightly shaking.

“I think there is. Out with it, Potter! Something happened yesterday, I know it.”

“You do?” Potter said in astonishment, finally looking up. His eyes were full of wonder and… apprehension. “But you shouldn’t-” He broke off, pressing his mouth into a thin line.

“I shouldn’t what?” Draco said, stepping closer and narrowing his eyes. “Remember? You did it, didn’t you? You were the one who obliviated me.”

Potter was trying very hard to keep a straight face, but Draco saw right through him.

“The question is,” he said slowly, lowering his voice, “why did you do it?”

Potter closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

“I’ve been feeling guilty about that all day. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Then why did you?” Draco asked.

“I panicked, okay? I didn’t do it on purpose. It was like a reflex.”

Now Draco simply had to know what had happened the day before. This sounded serious.

“Show me,” he said, grabbing Potter by the wrist.

“How-”

“There’s got to be a Pensieve around here somewhere,” Draco muttered, already dragging Potter out of the common room.

“There is, actually,” Potter mumbled behind him.


Draco looked around the memory he and Potter had just dived into. They were in the dungeons and class had just started.

“Professor, why are you showing us Amortentia again?” one of the students asked, sounding more eager than annoyed.

“Because,” Professor Slughorn said with a smile, “I want you to brew an antidote today. So everyone take a quick sniff to get in the right mood and get started.”

Draco frowned as he watched himself go into the storage room, apparently ignoring Slughorn’s instructions. His eyes then fell on Potter, Pensieve-Potter to be precise, who stood in front of the cauldron full of Amortentia. Granger and the Weasel were standing beside him, grinning at each other. It was disgusting.

“What do you smell, Harry?” the Weasel asked. Potter blinked.

“Nothing.”

“Come on, we’re your friends. You can tell us,” the Weasel insisted, elbowing him.

“No, Ron, I literally smell nothing,” Potter muttered, sounding genuinely surprised.

“That’s strange,” Granger chimed in.

“Yeah.” Potter creased his eyebrows. “I would have thought-” He stopped abruptly as Draco, well, Pensieve-Draco, came into view again, locking eyes with him.

“Professor, have you ever heard of anyone who doesn’t smell anything? In regards to Amortentia, I mean.”

“Hermione,” Potter growled through gritted teeth.

“What, she didn’t say it was you,” the Weasel shrugged. Potter slapped a hand to his forehead and Draco saw himself smirk.

“You don’t smell anything, Potter? That’s pretty pathetic.” When Pensieve-Draco simply strutted back to his desk and began chopping his ingredients, the real Draco frowned.

“So that’s the big secret? This is why you obliviated me?” he asked.

“Wait for it,” Potter mumbled. Was Draco imagining it or were Potter’s cheeks turning a bit rosy? He was biting the inside of his cheek, too, and constantly shifting his weight. He was nervous.

Intrigued, Draco watched as the class proceeded without significant interruptions.

When Slughorn dismissed them and students started hurrying out of the classroom, Draco tapped his foot impatiently. He paused when he saw his past self purposely bump into Potter, causing the Gryffindor to drop all his books.

Smirking to himself, Pensieve-Draco bent down to help Pensieve-Potter pick up his things, quickly scanning the room. They were the only ones left.

“So, you really didn’t smell anything?” Draco heard himself ask. Pensieve-Potter just scowled at him. Draco could see what Pensieve-Potter obviously didn’t; Pensieve-Draco was disappointed. “Nothing at all?”

Getting up, Pensieve-Potter slammed down his books on the desk nearest to him.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I used to smell… something. So you can save your taunts about-”

“What is that?” Pensieve-Draco suddenly asked. Potter had been draping his Gryffindor scarf around his neck but had halted at the Slytherin’s outburst. The real Draco watched closely as his past self stretched out a hand and examined the scarf.

“What is it now?” Pensieve-Potter said, sounding irritated but also slightly nervous. “It’s my scarf.”

Pensieve-Draco slowly shook his head as he drew out his wand.

“No, something is off.” He pointed his wand at the scarf and before Potter could protest or interfere, he had mumbled, “Revelio.”

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A Shawn Mendes one shot.

A/N: Umm, so this is really fucking cute? Tooting my own horn here, but I’m a sucker for morning Shawn and family man Shawn and older brother Shawn and domestic Shawn and this has all of the above. Hope you enjoy xoxo

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Reggie Mantle - Forgiveness

Originally posted by riverdalebish

Request: “could u do were the reader has a fight with reggie and he regrets fighting and trys to make it up to her!! xx”

Requested by: Anon

Requests are: Open

(I do NOT own the gif)

Note From Author: Hello, Anon! Thank you so much for requesting! I really hope you enjoy the imagine. It’s not as good as I would have liked it to be, and I do feel as though it’s a bit rushed, but I always have trouble with writing anything about fighting and making up because it’s a lot of story line in a small amount of content, so I hope you enjoy none the less! Thanks again! :)

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“Babe, I said I was sorry! Would you please just talk to me for a second?”

You looked at Reggie and scoffed, a laugh of disbelief quickly escaping your mouth as you continued to ignore him. Ever since you and Reggie had had a fight about your tutor sessions with Archie, you had made it a point to ignore him at all costs. Not only had he been acting like a child over something so innocent and simple, but he actually had the audacity to accuse you of cheating on him. After all the time you had been together and after all the two of you had been through throughout your relationship, you weren’t okay with that, and you definitely weren’t going to forgive him as easily as he wanted you to. 

“Go away, Reggie.” You hissed, looking at nothing but the homework sprawled out in front of you in hopes that he would just give up and leave.

“Please, Y/N.” Reggie begged, his warm hand lightly resting on your thigh as he knelled in front of you. “How many times do I have to apologize before you forgive me?”

“You accused me of cheating on you, Reggie.” You hissed again, your voice stone cold and full of venom. “You accused me of cheating on you, and you accused me of cheating on you with Archie, my best friend! Do you really think I’m not going to be pissed about that?”

“I know, and I’m sorry!” He apologized, his voice so full of guilt and regret that it almost made you give in. “It’s just that you had been spending a lot of time with Andrews lately, and I knew the two of you were really close, and it just…I don’t know. It worried me.” 

“Why would that worry you, Reggie? You know we’ve been best friends since we were kids?” You asked, your curiosity slowly getting the better of you. You and Reggie had knew each other for a long time, and you knew he was one of the most confident people in all of Riverdale, so you didn’t really understand why he would worry about something as simple as a 30 minute algebra session.

“Because you deserve better.” Reggie said suddenly, his voice so pure and true that all the walls you had built in order to make yourself ignore him came tumbling down before he had even finished his sentence. 

You turned toward Reggie quickly, your eyes automatically meeting his and your hand lightly touching his shoulder. “You know that’s not true, Reggie. Why would you think that?”

Reggie gave you a small smile, his hand that had been resting on your thigh giving the skin a gentle squeeze. He let out a sigh, his eyes boring into yours before slowly making his way next to you rather than in front of you, the warmth of his body quickly radiating onto your skin and tempting you to melt into him.

“C’mon, Y/N. Andrews is nicer than me. He’s smarter than me. He’s better at football than me, and he has more actual friends than me.” Reggie whispered, his eyes looking into yours so deeply that you felt as though you were drowning. “Hell, I mean, the only thing I had that he didn’t was you, and with all the time you guys had been spending together, I thought that maybe he was trying to take that away.”

You looked at Reggie and sighed, your heart breaking into a million pieces as the words rolled off his tongue and into your ears. You had no idea that Reggie felt that way, and while you were still upset that he would ever think you would cheat on him, you couldn’t help the guilt and pain that was weighing on your heart. 

“Reggie….I didn’t know you felt that way.” You whispered, you hand leaving his shoulder and making its way into his. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry!” Reggie insisted, gripping your hand tightly and pulling you closer to him. “I’m the one who should be apologizing! You never gave me any reason to be worried or insecure and I was a total ass. I made accusations and said some mean things and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please believe that.” 

“I believe you when you say you’re sorry, Reggie.” You confirmed, your hand gripping his as if you were adding emphasis. “But I’m still really hurt that you thought I was cheating on you.”

“I know, and I’m sorry!” Reggie apologized again, his hand leaving yours and gently resting on your cheek. “ Just please let me make it up to you. I’ll do anything, Y/N. I swear.”

You looked at Reggie once again, your breath shaky and weak as his smooth hand gently caressed your face. You knew he was sorry, you did. You knew that he was being true and sincere and, despite your still slightly hurt feelings, you couldn’t be angry with that. Truth and honesty is all you ever asked for from Reggie and he had always given you exactly that. How could you not forgive him? 

“Fine, I forgive you.” You reassured, lightly poking him on the chest before packing up your belongings. “But you have some serious making up to do.”

A huge smile made its way onto Reggie’s face, his tanned skin and pink lips instantly taking you breath away as he quickly pulled you against him. “Thank you, Y/N! Thank you! I promise, I’ll do anything you want, and I mean anything! Movies? Shopping? Netflix and chill? Ghost Hunters marathon? Makeup sex? Just pick something and it’s done, but just know that personally, I really like the last option.”

You let out a soft giggle, the old Reggie coming back into view as his once sad and vulnerable personality quickly started to go back to normal. You continued to pack up your stuff before making an abrupt stand, your hand pointing towards Reggie in order for him to take it.

“Me. You. Pops.” You said, a small smile on your face as you pulled Reggie off the couch.

“Seriously?” Reggie laughed, his eyes shining with a love so pure that you could feel it in your bones. “You really want me to make it up to you by buying you a cheeseburger?”

You gave him another smile, your hand instantly linking with his before quickly pulling him towards the exit of the room. “You’re not just buying me a cheeseburger, Mantle. You’re buying me the whole damn menu.” 


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Dating Loki Would Include...
  • Meeting him through Thor and Jane
  • He’s totally thrown with the idea of liking a human
  • After all the shit he gave Thor over Jane
  • He was mesmerised by you
  • But he wouldn’t be flustered by you he’d be sort of angry for getting all soppy
  • He’d assume you’d want to go out with him and be annoyed when you said no
  • He’d soften himself to try and get you to like him
  • “You want me to like you but you’re either being a dick to me or totally fake, get a grip”
  • You’d start to like him
  • Remind him not to be a dick
  • Slowly changing his perception of right and wrong
  • Letting him move in with you
  • Teaching him how to care for himself
  • Getting him a job with shield or the like to channel his energy
  • Visiting Asgard together
  • Him opening up about his childhood
  • Fights are rare but a super big when they occur
  • Big trust issues, he was sure you would leave him
  • Him admitting his darkest secrets
  • Cuddles in bed after long chats
  • Rough sex
  • Tender sex
  • You wearing nothing but the horns sex
  • His favourite thing was to worship you
  • Threatening to chop his hair off
  • “You wouldn’t” “I’d even get Thor to hold you down”
  • He loved to take you on big dates
  • Dressing up was a big part of it dressed to the nines
  • He would be so protective
  • Not ganging up on him with Thor because you knew how sensitive he was about it
  • Telling Thor off when he was being a dick
  • Super snark all the time
  • Showing him all your favourite films and books
  • Him having to be forced to do thing she didn’t want to do
  • Except it never took a lot of convincing
  • “Dance with me?” “No” “oh cmon ya big spoil sport” “fine”
  • Hidden PDA
  • Him cooking for you if you baked for him
  • Begging him for a cat
  • Him developing his own “unique” taste in music
  • Not proposing in a round about way it was just sort of ‘wanna get married’

Other Marvel Dating Would Includes

71: “There’s a thunderstorm outside and you want to do what?”

for @ihighfivedyourface

“Come again?”

“I said let’s take a walk outside. Come on, it’ll be fun”

Nico looked at the other as if he had just grown another head which in the world they live in isn’t that far fetched “There’s a thunderstorm outside and you want to do what?”

“A walk. The two of us. We can also hold hands and be all couply”

“As fun as walking with you might sound, may I repeat a keyword? Thunderstorm. Why would you, a son of Apollo want to take a walk during a thunderstorm? Have you finally lost it?”

“I’m thinking clearly but thank you for having zero faith in me. Some boyfriend you are” Nico simply looked unimpressed causing Will to let out a sigh, “Look, it’s not that we’re directly affected. The magical barrier is keeping us safe, except for the loud thundering sounds that is. So, taking a cliche couple’s walk is totally fine”

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea. Can we just do it sometime else? With a much clearer and calmer sky? or you can take a walk alone if you really want to?“ 

“I guess that could work” There was disappointment on Will’s eyes but he said nothing more to try and convince the other. 

Nico sighed, trying to think of a way to appease his boyfriend “Look, how about I join the campfire tonight? As compensation? The weather might be a lot calmer by then “ 

 "Fine. Don’t sleep on me later, di Angelo” Will gave a brief nod and placed a chase kiss on his boyfriend’s lips “So, later then?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later”


“Hey, Will” Percy Jackson came running in quickly being followed by Jason Grace. The head medic stopped on his track and waited for the two approaching demigods.

“You two need something?”

“Yeah. We just want to ask how Nico’s doing. Is he okay?”

Will looked puzzled. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t he be okay?”

Both sons of the Big three equally looked confused until realization hit them. Of course, Nico didn’t bother telling his boyfriend.

“We mean the thunderstorm. How’s he holding on?” Jason asked, concern evident in his facial expression.

“Thunderstorms really makes him uncomfortable, you know” Percy added.

“Wait. You mean Nico is afraid of thunderstorms?”

“Yeah”

“Can’t believe you didn’t know. No offense but we thought Nico talked to you about it”

Will inwardly cursed, “If you may excuse me, I need to do something”

Why didn’t Nico tell him anything



“Nico?” 

“What are you doing here?” Will mock pouted at the other before settling himself comfortable on the bed.

“What? you don’t want me here?” Will teased the other as he gently poked him on the side.

“It’s not that. I just thought you said you’ll take a walk” Nico looked really confused “You’re not exactly doing that right now”

“Yeah, figured I’d rather spend time with you and be your cuddle buddy since apparently you didn’t bother telling me about your fear over a thunderstorm” Will raised a brow at the other as if prompting him to make an excuse but obviously not going to believe him in the end.

“Who told you?”

“It doesn’t matter who told me but why didn’t you? Don’t you trust me?”

“I do trust you. I’m sorry” Will let out a deep breath.

“Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s so lame. A son of Hades who can practically raise an army of the dead, deathly afraid of a thunderstorm. That’s just cowardly”

“No it’s not being cowardly. It’s out of your jurisdiction, Nico. You don’t fear something just because you wanted to. Your fears, you don’t choose them. You don’t go picking up which things you should be afraid of. That’s not how things work” 

“I guess there is a point in your words. Thanks, Will” 

 “Anytime, Death boy. Now scoot over” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Being your cuddle buddy. As both your doctor and your boyfriend, I advise that you need lots of hugs and loving” 

“You’re just making up excuses to hug me are you?” Nico tried to fight off the smile on his face but eventually failed.   Will chuckled and handed a pair of purple ear muffs at Nico. 

“Would be lying if I deny any truth in that accusation. But, I really do want to make you feel better. And, Kayla’s the only one with an ear muff available, so sorry if it’s not a darker color but it should help block the noise out” 

 “I…Thanks, Will”

“Only for you. So cuddles?”

“Definitely”

Hormones

Steve Rogers X Pregnant!Reader

A/N: So, for those who didn’t see my update, I totally broke my computer and lost everything, so I need to re-type all of my fics… FML, right? I’m gunna use my mom’s computer, but it’s a piece of shit!  Thank you for being patient with me! I wrote this short, little fic to hold you over until I can retype everything! Xoxo!

Anyways, I was on YouTube, watching “Momma has a breakdown! Unseen Moments!” from KKandBabyJ’s family vlog (Karen and Khoa with their babies: Jackson and Landon) and Karen was crying from pregnancy hormones and that clip in the video gave me this idea!

Shitty Summary: Reader is 35 weeks pregnant. There are tears. Lots of tears.

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Originally posted by fraddit


“Seriously, child? Again?” You muttered at your belly, making your way to the bathroom.

This was your fourth trip to the bathroom since you had gotten back from the grocery store, a few hours prior.

The baby that was nestled within your belly was supposedly the size of a Honeydew Melon, but it felt like someone had put a fucking bowling ball in your uterus and was trying to crush your bladder. Damn you, Steve Rogers, for your Michael Phelps swimmers. You had to pee all the time! Your boobs hurt, you had stretchmarks starting to form on your body, you couldn’t see your feet anymore, and when you sneezed, you’d pee. When you laughed, you’d pee. When you’d cough… You’d fucking pee!

Where the fuck is this beautiful glow people fucking rave about?

You and Steve had just gotten married when you had found out that you were pregnant. You hadn’t realized, because you had been on birth control, but you kept getting morning sickness and were tired all the time. So, you went to your doctor, who confirmed you were pregnant. (That was when you remembered that you had missed your appointment for a birth control shot by a week, due to a mission.) You were so excited that you ran to the store, bought a Captain America baby onesie, and gave it to him as a gift.

He burst into tears when he understood what it meant.

He was so excited that he called a team meeting and blabbed to everyone. He couldn’t contain his excitement, and almost announced it without you in the room.

Now, at 35 weeks, you were miserable.

Still excited, but miserable.

Your pregnancy hormones were insane. You cried all the time. What didn’t help, was you also had effects from the super soldier serum that was running through your child’s veins. You were constantly breaking things. What sucked was that was the only effect. You were still clumsy, emotional, tired, and the baby broke one of your ribs from kicking. The only thing you got from the serum was the ability to break shit.

“Y/n, honey, the team is back!” Steve called from the other room. “The guys and I are going to watch the game in the living room!”

You washed your hands and waddled back into the communal kitchen to grab your bottled water. You leaned your hands against the counter as the baby shifted around in your belly. “Jesus, kid, get any bigger and you’ll be exploding out of me.” You grunted, taking in a sharp, painful breath as the baby’s foot grazed your rib. “Ow! Fuck.” You continued to take deep breaths, leaning forward to press your forehead against the counter.

“You okay, Y/n?” Natasha asked from the doorway to the kitchen – running to you once she saw you hunched over, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your spine.

“I’m fine.” You sighed, standing back up, “The baby just kicked me in the ribs.”

She chuckled, moving her hand so it rested on your swollen belly, “You hurry up and grow, so you can stop giving Auntie Nat a heart attack.” She looked up at you, “Want to go watch the guys fight over the game?”

“Yeah, sure, let me just bring the cookies I made earlier.” You smiled, waddling into the pantry, “The baby wants cookies. Not sure where he gets it from.” You joked, full knowing that the sugar loving came from Steve. You were more of a salt lover.

He?” Natasha gasped in astonishment, “I thought you wanted to keep it a surprise?”

Ah, shit.

“I did.” You said, sheepishly taking a bite of a cookie and setting the plate on the counter, “But I couldn’t wait. So, now it is a surprise to everybody but you, me, and my doctor.” You smiled down at your son nestled in your belly, “I can’t wait to see Steve’s reaction when the baby is born.”

She chuckled, walking over and wrapping you in her small, muscular arms, “So much for naming your child after me. Nathaniel is already taken.”

You shook your head with a laugh, “Clint already named his kid after you. You’re getting greedy.”

Picking the plate back up, you guys made your way through the kitchen – you much slower than Nat – and into the living area where the men were crowded onto the couches, already yelling over the game. You were mid-bite when, suddenly, something slammed into your leg. Fucking coffee table! Letting out a yelp, you squeezed the plate and it shattered in your hand. The pieces went crashing to the floor and Natasha’s arms were steadying you, since your balance was off.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” Steve jumped off the couch, running over as the group of men paused the game and stood up in a panic.

My cookies!” You shrieked, tears pricking at your eyes. Oh, god. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

Natasha let out a breathy laugh of relief, letting go to pick up the shattered pieces of the plate.

Fuck.

You burst into tears.

“I’m sorry!” You cried, covering your face with your hands as the sobs started getting borderline hysterical. “I made those cookies for you guys, too!”

Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards the kitchen, “Don’t worry about the cookies, Doll. We can make more.” He walked you both over to the chairs in the kitchen and sat down in one, pulling you onto his lap, “Shh. It’s alright.”

You threw your arms around his waist and hid your face in his sweater as the hormonal sobs started to get worse. You couldn’t stop crying. You didn’t even know why you were crying so hard, but you felt like there were still so many things to cry about. 

It was confusing. 

Which made you cry harder.

“Hey,” He murmured, wrapping his arms around you tighter and planting a kiss on your temple, “Why are you crying like this?” You tried to answer, but your voice was muffled by his sweater. “I didn’t hear a word of what you just said, doll.”

You turned your face a little so your messy, red face was slightly visible, “There are so many things, Steve!” You wailed, feeling a headache coming on, “I broke the plate, the c-coffee table is in a bad spot, I dropped t-the cookies, I can’t see my feet, it was raining t-today, and I can’t find my favorite pajama pants… I- I- I just-” You turned your face back into his sweater as the sobs got louder and more hysterical.

That’s why you’re crying?” He chuckled, running his hand soothingly up and down your back.

“It’s not funny!” You whined against his chest, trying to wipe the steady stream of tears leaking from your eyes with your hand, “These are real issues, Steve!”

He closed his mouth, opting to press a kiss against the top of your head, instead. Then, he moved his mouth close to your ear, “I’m sorry for laughing, doll.”

“You should be.” You pouted, shifting so that your ear was against his chest to hear his heartbeat. You sniffed, wiping under your nose with your sleeve as your sobs turned to hiccups.

“I love you.” He brushed your hair away from your face, placing another kiss on your forehead.

Stop being cute, you jerk.

“I love you, too.” You sniffled, closing your eyes as the tears finally stopped, “Even if you turned me into an incubator who can’t see her own feet and cries a lot.”

He laughed, and suddenly there was a scrape of a chair being pulled up next to you.

It was Bucky. “I brought you my secret stash of cookies.” He whispered, handing you a package of Girl Scout cookies. “Don’t tell Sam.”

You felt tears prick at your eyes, again. “Oh my gosh, Girl Scout cookies!” The crying started in, once again. Fucking hormones.

“Come on, man, I just got her to stop crying!” Steve complained, rolling his head back in exasperation.

You slapped him on the shoulder, “These are happy tears, you jerk!” You turned to Bucky, grabbing his hand – the vibranium one – and smiling, “Thank you, Bucky.”

“Does this mean you are naming your kid after me?” He asked with a wink, squeezing your hand gently in comfort.

“Hey!” You hear Nat shout from the living area, “They are naming their kid after me!”

“You already have a kid named after you!” He shouted back, getting up and walking into the room to argue with her.

“We aren’t naming him after Bucky, either.” You rolled your eyes.

“Wait!” Steve gasped, leaning back to look at you in shock, “Him?”

“Shit!” You yelled, covering your face with your hands in shame, “I was going to keep it a surprise!” Cue the tears. God DAMMIT, Y/n! Stop it!

His look of astonishment turned into glee, “I’m having a son!” His blue eyes were a little misty, and his thousand dollar smile was filled with happiness.

“Yes, you’re having a son.” You said with watery eyes, and a wobbly smile after seeing the look of pure joy on his face. “I was thinking of naming him Grant.” You wiped your hot face with your sleeve, finally getting the stupid crying under control, “He could be named after his dad. Grant Rogers.”

“Hey!” You hear Bucky and Natasha shout from the living area.

You let out a laugh, and Steve pressed his lips against yours in a long – but chaste – kiss, moving a hand down to where your son was resting in your swollen belly. “I love it. I love you.”

“I love you.” You replied, laying your head back down on his chest while he caressed your belly. “And you, little Grant Rogers.”

“What about Grant Nathaniel Rogers?” Natasha yelled, a laugh in her voice.

“No!”

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prompt #7, #8 (Jordan Parrish)

7.“I heard you’re a player, so let’s play a game.” 8.“please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“we’ve been circling the same area for about an hour now. The nemeton doesn’t want to be found.” Jordan said crossing his arms over his chest.

“well i’m not the one carrying a bunch of dead bodies out here so excuse me if I can’t find it.” I said sitting down on the forest floor.

Jordan joined me shortly looking at his hands. I instantly felt bad, he didn’t know that he was doing this either, and I wasn’t exactly helping with my accusatory tone.

“do you think I want to be doing this?” He said playing with his fingers.

“I know, I’m sorry I said that Jordan, and I’m sorry for dragging you out here this was a waste of time.” I said standing up and wiping off my butt.

Jordan followed suit.

“not a total waste I mean I got to spend time with you.” Jordan said grabbing my hand and lacing my fingers with his own.

“you know you’re pretty boy charm isn’t going to work on me.” I said letting go of his hand.

“pretty boy charm, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said laughing.

This gave me an idea. Jordan has been teaching me self defense ever since I got attacked by Tracy Stewart.

I heard you’re a player, so let’s play a game.” I said smirking.

“a game, what kind of game?” Jordan asked stepping closer to me.

“fight me. fight me and if I win you can’t leave until you find the nemeton.” I said putting my fists up.

“what if I win? what do I get?” He asked stepping even closer.

“what do you want?” I asked feeling my face heat up from how close he was.

“a kiss.” He whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

I was a little distracted with my thoughts so I was caught off guard when Jordan pushed me, making me fall on my butt.

“hey you cheated!” I said pushing my self back up.

“no I’m just motivated to win.” He smirked putting his hands back up.

I lunged at him trying to catch his arm but he blocked me. He went in for a jab but I ducked.

“you’re not winning that easily.” I said ducking again as he threw another jab.

“I didn’t expect it to be easy.” He said grabbing my arm.

I twisted out of his grip trying to trip him. He got hold of my arm and twisted me around so he was behind me and had me trapped against his body.

Originally posted by sahppire

I could feel him breathing down my neck making me extremely nervous. He won and I was about to kiss him. I turned around but Jordan wasn’t standing in front of me, it was the hell hound. He pushed me to the side causing me to twist my ankle.

“Parrish!” I said watching him walk away.

He started walking straight through the tree line. I struggled to get up, but I eventually did and followed him. He stopped sitting down on the tree trunk of the nemeton. Bodies were scattered all over it. I let go of the tree I was using to support myself and fell down looking at all the bodies.

“y/n!” Jordan called running over to me now that he was back to himself.

“Jordan, don’t turn around.” I said putting my hand on his cheek.

Of course he didn’t listen to me and turned around anyways seeing all the bodies.

“I’m doing all this.” He started turning back to me. “and I hurt you.” He said looking down at my ankle that was a little purple now.

I grabbed the tree standing up.

“Jordan you’re a hell hound you protect the secrets of the supernatural it’s what you do, you’re not killing anyone, that isn’t you, and don’t worry about me i’m okay. Jordan we fight the bad guys okay, you’re not one of them. Let’s get out of here.” I said grabbing his arm to pull him away from the nemeton.

Jordan picks me up walking me back to his patrol car.

“Jordan, please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”

“a sprained ankle that I caused.” He said his grip around me getting tighter.

“actually, if we’re speaking technically, the hell hound did this not you.”

“It doesn't matter we’re back at the car.” He said sitting me down on the trunk so he could open my car door.

He was very down, and I felt my heart ache for him.

“Jordan come here.”

He walked over standing in between my legs. I put my arms around his shoulders.

“you don’t think you’re the bad guy right?” I questioned rubbing his shoulders.

“I don’t even know who I am anymore y/n” He admitted putting his arms around me and pulling me to his chest.

He buried his face in my neck. I felt something wet and hot and realized he was crying. I lifted his head so he was looking at me.

“Jordan I know exactly who you are. You’re a deputy to the Sherriff’s department, you care about people and their feelings, you’re willing to risk your life to save others. You’re extremely good at fighting, in fact I think I owe you something.” I said pulling his face down to mine.

His breathing got heavier as my lips were practically on his. I captured his lips with mine kissing him slowly and passionately. He immediately kissed back pulling me closer to him. I could feel my cheeks burning with desire as I kissed him. He slowly pulled away resting his forehead on mine.

“should we play another game?” He smirked kissing my nose.

“if the outcome is this, than hell yeah.” I said putting my lips back on his.

prompt from: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/161065686187/teen-wolf-imagine-prompts

Seriously though Jordan Parrish does not get enough recognition either! Look how handsome he is! I’m glad somebody requested him! Question for you all, would you like me to make a new prompt list to chose from?

The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 5) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Second Patrol”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

A.N.: Feel free to listen to any of the songs that I mentioned in the piece… or don’t let me tell you what to do. That’s also fine. Ugh, i love this chapter too. I can’t. It was sort of inspired by my own visits to this exact spot and also Stuart doing this in The Internship.

Summary: Stiles is developing quite the crush on Y/N and it only intensifies as she picks him up for their second late night vampire patrol around Berkeley.

Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

Originally posted by feelingdylano


You pulled up in front of Stiles and Scott’s building and saw Stiles pacing on the sidewalk with two coffees, in to-go cups, in his hands, and his hood pulled over his perfect chocolate brown hair. It was still early and you both were the first watch that night instead of the last. You rolled down your passenger side window and shouted his name to get his attention towards the car that he wasn’t familiar with. Stiles smiled and ran over, grinning as you leaned over to open the door from the inside since he had his hands full.

“Hey… I brought you a coffee..” He lifted a cup in the air.

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PENETRATORS SQUAD IMAGINE (pt 6)

Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.

Author’s note: HEY IT’S HERE, DON’T NEED TO HATE ME ANYMORE. Once more time I need to tell you guys how grateful I’m for having Alyssa as my beta writer! Please, please, go to her page @imyourliquor-youremypoison and tell her how much you’re thankful for making me suck less. And about the fic, it’s coming to an end guys :) THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD. You guys are the best! ♥ my ask is always open to hear about what you guys think.

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Hi again! I was reading The Universe of  Us by Lang Leav and it sorta gave me the feels and then the feels gave me an idea, so basically here the idea is??? Everything I do is so cheesy lolol, I’m really and truly sorry???? Also, I wrote this in about half and hour, so it’s totally not the best?? Sorry about that as well?????


Distance

By Lang Leav


It was all I wanted for the longest time-to open my eyes and see you there. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance. Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.


    Tom’s pillow was wet when she curled up on his side of the bed the night before to fall asleep, and it was still saturated when she blinked her eyes open when she awoke.

Her day had been awful. First, her alarms didn’t go off so she was late to her first class and received a harsh scolding in front of all her peers, then, when she went to grab a coffee, she realized that she had forgotten her wallet. To make matters worse, when she was driving home from school, her car decided that it was appropriate to break down in the middle of the street, before she even had time to pull over. Worst of all, she missed Tom so much that her entire body ached for him.

She was unable to focus on any of her lessons that day because her mind was consumed by thoughts of Tom. She missed the way he said good morning, she missed the way he made her tea, she craved the soft kisses he would give her practically every five minutes.

Tom had given her a key to his apartment and as soon as her car was deemed alright to drive, she rushed over to his place. She knew that he wasn’t there, but being surrounded by all of his things would make her feel closer to him, or so she thought.

As she dropped down into his bed, she lay on the side he always slept on, and glanced around the room. Her eyes watered as she took in the comics and books placed haphazardly on his bedside table, and at the laundry he had failed to do, and at the sweatshirt that he had thrown messily onto the floor. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and sucked in a massive breathe in a lame attempt to stop herself from breaking down.

She knew what she was getting into when she agreed to enter a relationship with Tom. He wouldn’t always be there, and she would never hold that against him, it’s just that she couldn’t think of anything more comforting than to simply collapse in his arms and to allow him to kiss her tears away one by one. She couldn’t even bring herself to call him up, or to send him a text complaining about her day, because he knew that he was most likely having an amazing time with Harrison and she wouldn’t want to ruin that by making him feel guilty for being gone.

So, instead, she cried herself to sleep, wrapped tightly in Tom’s warm blankets.

Tom was confused when she hadn’t messaged him. They always spoke. They would always be texting, and he would usually call two to three times day, just to hear her laugh over the phone. When he said something particularly cheeky, he could practically feel her blush and she would stutter out a response. In fact, Tom had barely spoken to her all day, which was bizarre and he was beginning to panic.

Was she okay? Was she done? Did something happen? Should he call her best friend? Maybe her Mom? Should he call anyone?

As he glared at his cell phone, Harrison hopped over the back of the couch he was sitting on and clapped him on the back. “Alright man, what’s going on? You’ve been scowling at your phone for a good fifteen minutes.”

Tom barely glanced at Harrison before going back to staring his phone down. “She hasn’t messaged me.” Tom grunted out in response to Harrison’s inquiry. “She sent me, like, maybe five texts yesterday and we didn’t even speak on the phone.”

“Maybe she’s just busy with school work?” Harrison offered.

“She’s not, she already finished her midterms and her next essay isn’t due until May 2nd.” Tom brought his hands up to his temples and shut his eyes. “I don’t know what’s up, we always talk. You know that we always talk.”

“Call her, mate. You’re being ridiculous. I’m sure it’s not that deep, she probably had a late night, or her phone died. Call her now and stop looking so sad. It’s bumming me out.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right, yeah. I’ll call her up right now.” Tom snatched his phone up off of the couch and paced back to his room, already dialing her phone number.

She blinked, rolling onto her side to examine her phone. Her screen was brightly lit and Tom’s I.D. was flashing up at her. She held her phone in her hands and took a second to center herself. Breathing in deeply, she answered the phone as happily as she could.

“Hi,” She could barely croak out before a strangled sob escaped her throat.

“Darling, darling, what’s the matter? What’s wrong, have I done something? Has anyone else done something?” Tom started to panic, pacing across his room. His mind was overcome with a multitude of bad situations his girlfriend could be encountering.

“It’s honestly nothing,” she stated in a small, scratchy voice. “It’s truly fine, I’m just being dramatic. It’s nothing, how’re you?” She asked, her voice breaking again.

“No, sweetheart, it obviously is something quite large, tell me what’s the matter.” Tom bit at his nails.

“Ugh, I’m such a baby, this is literally so humiliating,” She took a deep, shuddering breath once more, “Yesterday was just horrendous and I miss you. You’re so far away, and I’m being childish but I just, I just miss you.”

Tom stopped short. His mouth fell open, and then shut. “Darling,” was literally all he could get out before she began to sniffle.

“I’m really sorry, I know how dumb this is.”

Tom could tell that she really did feel terrible for her tears, and he felt even worse for not being there to wipe them away. “You are not being dumb, don’t even say that. You’re the smartest person I know.” He heard her snort and he rolled his eyes and smiled. “Darling, I miss you all the time, every second, especially when I’m in bed,” Tom stated, hoping to get a giggle out of her.

“Shut up, Tom,” She choked a laugh into the phone.

“You know, yesterday, I went to Barnes and Noble and just sat in the corner. Literally, didn’t even grab a book, a coffee, or go on my phone. I just stared at the bookshelves and picked out all the books that you’ve read and all the books you go on and on about wanting to read. I sat there for so long that an employee threatened to kick me out if I didn’t purchase something from their store. I miss you all the time too. I love you, darling, and I’m sorry that I’m away. I wish I could take you with me, but you’re getting your education right now, and that’s much more important than me. Let’s facetime later, yeah, so I can see your lovely face again?”

“I don’t wanna go to class, I wanna facetime now.” She pouted, sniffling one last time.

“Absolutely not. You’re going to go to class, and once you’ve come home, you’re going to tell me everything you learned and we’ll have a skype dinner date. Is that okay, love?”

Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she agreed. “Goodbye, Tom.” She murmured, cradling her phone to her ear.

“Bye-bye, darling. I love you and don’t be late for your class.”

“Love you back.” She whispered into the phone.

After the phone call was over, she laid back down, and smiled up at the ceiling. Reaching down, she grabbed Tom’s dirty sweatshirt and pulled it over her head and began to prepare for class.

anonymous asked:

SHIRO WITH A METAL SKELETON, GO!!!

I’ve been sitting on this one for awhile, Nonny.  It’s Time.


It didn’t take them long to figure out something was different about Shiro.  Only long enough for them to warm up to each other.

The first time was after training.  For the first time, they finally beat a higher level Gladiator, with enough skill and training that Allura had nothing serious to criticize.

Hunk whooped, punching a fist in the air and pulling off his headband to dab at the sweat on his forehead.  “That’s how you do it,” he huffed out, beaming widely.  Reaching out, he snagged Lance around the chest and heaved him up with one arm, both of them laughing.

“Me next!” Pidge called, more than a little mused herself.  She hadn’t been kidding when she said she sweated a lot, it seemed.  So Hunk grabbed her with his other arm, and spun both of them around in a gleeful circle.

Once Lance and Pidge were both set back down, pressed together and giggling, Hunk turned to Keith, arms spread wide.  “Now you.”

For a moment, Keith narrowed his eyes, but then he sighed and spread his own arms, letting Hunk engulf him in a hug that made his spine bend with the pressure.  “Thanks, Hunk,” Keith managed, voice strangled.

“Of course,” Hunk replied back, tone sunny, but there was a hint of mischief to his eyes.  “And then one for our Glorious Leader.”

“You can have all the hugs you want if you don’t call me that.”

Hunk snickered.  “No promises.”  But he wrapped his arms around Shiro’s waist and heaved up to try and pick him off the floor.

Instead, Hunk stumbled back, eyes wide and mouth falling open.  “Shiro, you’re heavy.”

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Barry Allen/Oliver Queen- Little sister

Requested on wattpad by Elf27627: Ok, I would like a Arrow and Flash crossover where Barry had a baby sister although they thought she died the same night as Barry’s mum although they could never find a body for the baby. When team Arrow go on a mission they find a young child with the same lightning bolt birth mark on her shoulder as Barry’s ‘dead’ sister.

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A/N: Thank you for the request. I hope you like it even though the ending sucks.

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anonymous asked:

Dan ate two gummy bears too

LISTEN!!!!!!!!! THI S IS THE SHIT THAT MOST FUCKD ME UP ABOUT THE GUMMY BEAR VID!!! ! ! it mightve totally been a coincidence but you don’t even know how much my heart yearns for the idea that phil truly does have an established rule of eating gummy bears two at a time so they’re not lonely and it’s not just some horrifically cute shit he said for the sake of the video and obviously dan knows this rule too, so before phil even reminds him to take two he was already grabbing two and  like,,, he probs gave phil so much shit for that habit when he first found out about it, and i can just hear his high-pitched whining like ‘philllllllllll you are such a fucking flopppppppp’ but then internally being like, ugh you adorable shit i will obviously have to adapt this habit as well bc you are adorable and to be frank, you’re right, the bears cannot be lonely even as they’re being devoured, we cannot risk this, and that’s some shit children do and GOD!!! WHY ARE THEY UNBEARABLE ALL THE DAMN TIME IM TIRED~~~!!!