Sterek ficlet inspired by this: “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au
This is kind of Princess-Diaries-ish. I know that’s been done before in this fandom (and thank god it has—it’s awesome), but I couldn’t help myself. Yay for self-indulgence!
Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong.
The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles’ grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.
“Princes don’t chew with their mouths open, Stiles.”
“Princes don’t shove an entire fistful of curly fries in their mouths, Stiles.”
“Princes don’t wear pink-and-green plaid shirts from Target, Stiles.”
“Princes don’t slouch.”
They don’t slump, either, or yawn or sneeze or cough in public, or fist-pump, or drive beat-up old blue Jeeps, or wear bright colors, or rock out to the radio, or do anything fun.
Second character design for Dancing Knight Fever (The current name for the dancing rhythm rpg idea I’m conceptualizing). He’s the leader of a desert gang of dancing skeleton baddies that specialize in tango. Still want to refine his design but I’m enjoying his first pass.
Headcanon that whiskey also has a speech impediment and that dex is the first frog to adopt him
The tadpoles are certainly an interesting bunch. The two that he’s interacted most with - Tango and Whiskey - couldn’t be more different if they tried. Tango is loud and talkative and unafraid to ask whatever questions come to his mind. Whiskey, though, talks softly, if he talks at all, and he seems much more introverted. Maybe that’s why it takes Dex a week to notice the way Whiskey pauses in the middle of sentences sometimes, the way he clearly avoids some words, the way his jaw works just before he starts a sentence. It’s like looking in a mirror, once he recognizes it, and he wonders how he could’ve missed it.
Girl, I saw this close up picture of Yuzu once with like stubble or something (not sure but sure look a bit like stubble), and now I can't stop imagining him with facial hair and his LGC hair style. Daym.
“You tease me Oh, please me I want you to be my love toy Come near me Don’t fear me I just can’t get enough of you, boy”
Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.
A = Aftercare Ten is such an angel, he can’t rest after you’re finished until he knows you’re okay, comfortable, and happy. He’s out the bed faster than you can catch your breath and returning with a warm rag and some water because he ‘wore you out, you need to rehydrate’ before he will even allow you to cuddle up to him and go to sleep.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Ten has an almost unreal obsession with your eyes, I think he’s a pretty loving…lover…so he likes to keep eye contact, seeing the lust and affection in your eyes, knowing they mimic what you seen in his. Aside the fact he just thinks your eyes are the more beautiful thing he’s ever seen, he can read your emotions like a book, knowing he’s hit the right spot when your eyes widen or when you’re close when they flutter shut. We all knowaside from his noseTen’s dancer hips are where it’s at, and he knows it too. His hips are the main reason that he gets to see the look of pleasure cloud your eyes, his hips play a huge part in his dancing that he’s pretty proud of, why wouldn’t that carrying over to the horizontal tango, right?
C = Cum Ten’s a pretty passionate lover, he doesn’t voice this but he thinks it’s kind of degrading to just…jizz all over you for no reason, 9/10 he’ll cum in you/the condom #RubberUpForDanKids. Then it’s his unspoken job to make sure he’s cleaned you well before you carry on with your day,
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) Ten’s not a dirty boy by nature, he’s pretty sweet and innocent, and that’s how the majority of your relationship is; sweet and innocent. So the fact that he may or may not have had a rough night, and may or may not have jerked off to one of your completely goofy snapchat pictures is a secret he’ll take to his grave. How could he tell you he touch his dick to a normal picture of you with dog features, c’mon.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) I’m 119% sure Ten is the most innocent baby you’ll ever meet, like this boy seriously gonna get all awkward and look away when some girl popper her booty like cmon…..he’s soft. Even his teacher said he was more interested in dancing than in girls, so I think he’s one of the boys that’s going to be a clean slate and you have to teach him a lot of stuff, mold him into your perfect match.
F = Favorite position Again, Ten’s pretty much a clean slate when it comes to sex, and he’s the sweetest and most loving boyfriend you could hope to find, he rarely ventures beyond missionary. He likes the full on contact, and being able to look in your eyes, kiss you easily, it’s a comfortable position for both of you. If anything else, he’ll spoon you so he can still hold you, but on the norm, he’s just a missionary guy.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Because Ten is kinda awkward seeing sexy things, and he doesn’t seem like he really has any experience, I imagine he’d be full of nervous giggles the first few times, not really knowing what to do and more focused on listening to what you’re telling him to do than anything. But after he gets the hang of it, I’m sure he’ll still be a ball of fun, he’s kind of a meme too, he can’t even keep the dorky smile off his face while he’d dick popping to Hide And Freak, he’s a dorky mess in the sheets too.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they) Like Johnny, we’ve seen his tummy quite a few times and it’s pretty darn clean, not even a trail of hair, so I think he’s pretty cleaned down there too. Plus I think I’ve even seen pics where he had no pit hair either…like he waxed or shaved his armpits….so yeah, he’s a clean baby.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Ten is that boyfriend that is THE boyfriend you want, he’s got matching couple cases with Johnny, c’mon he’d be the cutest, sweetest bf ever. He’d treat you like royalty, after he may or may not have watched one too many romance movies, it’s not uncommon for him to at the very least have soft music playing and mood lighting, even candles decorating the bathroom when he decides you need a relaxing bath that he so happens to join. He’s not much of a PDA guy, so he goes all out with his love expressions here, to let you know how much he really loves you and appreciates you.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation) Ten’s a very good dancer, he practices a lot, so you’re not always around. As long as there’s a lock on the bathroom door, he will deal with his situation. Not that the lock helps much, Ten’s not very good at keeping his voice under control, whether it be with you or just his hand, everyone knows what’s going on when you hear Ten’s incoherent moaning.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) I don’t see Ten having many kinks, if any at all? I just think we hype his sexualnessthats not a wordup way too much, he really seems pretty vanilla to me. Not that that’s a bad thing, but Ten seems really basic and standard. If anything, praise might be a slight kink, adding to his motivation, but that doesn’t really qualify entirely.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) Besides the comfort of your bed, the only place he enjoys doing the do is the bath, he takes full advantage of the bathroom having a spacious bath, and the sneaky way he pretends he just wants a bath to relax with his lover. We all know if you get in that bath, you’re going to end up dirtier than when you got in. And the best part about bath sex? You can just get clean again…and dirty again…and clean again…
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Honestly the thing that gets him going is just knowing how much you love him, when you purposely overdo the compliments and praising his looks or dancing or voice, he knows what you’re up to. You’ve slightly conditioned him that way, it was sort of your way of telling him you wanted some time alone with him.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Public sex is literally not on the menu. The thrill of public sex is the knowledge that literally anyone could see you, making it a game of being sneaky, but Ten cannot handle that. He’d be too paranoid of getting in trouble for public indecency or one of the members walking in on you in the living room, he made sure to shut down that idea instantly.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Like Johnny, he doesn’t really like isolating his pleasure, he wants to be able to please you the same as you do him, so when the act of oral comes up, it’s more often than not 69. At first he was kind of messy, not really know what he was supposed to do, or how to do it well, but by the end of your ‘lesson’, you turned him into a pro.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Ten’s dancing is very flowy, smooth movements like water. A perfect lover at heart, his pace leans more towards slow and sensual, he likes stretching out the pleasure for the both of you, making sure you’re both completely satisfied and that you fully feel his love.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) It’s an odd occurrence, but when the moment arises where you two don’t have the proper time to deal with it, he pretty much needs the quickie. Ten isn’t one that can just ignore his dick hard and ruining his life, it needs to be dealt with, and if you’re around, would you really reject some more fun with Ten?
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) I deadass think Ten would cry if someone walked in on your two, he’d be so mortified. I definitely don’t see him taking any risks that happen outside of the bedroom or bathroom, he’s very private with his affection to you, it’d kill him if someone saw you two doing something naughty. Although I don’t see him enjoying many things beyond typical sex(ie. bringing in toys or kinks or whatever), if you propose them, he’d try them out at least, but I don’t see him taking to anything more than just you and him together.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Ten is a damn good dancer, and he’s been doing it since he was a kid, so I don’t think he gets winded, he doesn’t get tried easily. As many rounds as you can handle, he’ll gladly give you them. Nana said he’s a ‘long fuck, he’s a go all night till you see the sunlight kind of fuck’, literally my 60+ year old grandma said that, she knows what she’s talking about.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) I don’t think toys have ever cross his mind, unless you brought it up. He’s more of a hands on lover, he-like Taeyong- enjoys the fact that it’s you and him alone that makes the sex between you two so pleasurable. That it’s your affection and love and desire for one another that takes you to nirvana, not some silicon toy or vibrator, I don’t see him dipping his toes into that pool.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He’s not much of a tease, Ten likes making sure you’re both on the same level of pleasure. Foreplay is a must, but once you tell him to get on with it, he complies easily.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) I don’t think he’s very vocal, he doesn’t say much beyond whispering a few I loves yous during the act, but he’s a definite moaner, he’s not quiet at all, if you’re in the house, you will hear Ten, that’s a fact. And to his horror, is a reason for the taunting from the other boys after one of them heard him.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) Your first time together, a story you liked to tease Ten over, stemmed from Ten having a wet dream. What other outcome could there possibly be when you’re woken up in the middle of the night by your boyfriend groaning your name and practically humping you in his sleep besides waking him up and dealing with his…situation?
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) In my Nana’s wise words, Ten’s ‘too pretty to have those weird, forearm sized wieners. He ain’t big but those hips…it’s all good shorty’. I agree, either he does a really good tuck job, or he’s just not on the bigger side, which really doesn’t mean anything. The boy makes up for everything with his pretty face and those goddamn hips will take you to another world no matter what.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) I don’t think Ten has a very high sex drive, I think most of his energy is worked off with his dancing, I’m think his drive is actually pretty average.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) I think Ten is a lover than likes to cuddle and talk about your relationship and how much he loves you and how the universe works every night, it’s part of your sleep schedule so it certainly becomes part of the after-sex routine. He doesn’t fall asleep easily afterwards, he wants to stay up, make sure you’re okay, eat, talk, clean up, cuddle, and then maybe he’ll go to sleep. That is, as long as your post sex convos don’t dip into aliens, then he’s never going to sleep.
a/n: there’s a lot more whiskey in this than i initially intended, because i suddenly remembered that i’m actually in love with him. so… enjoy?
“You call that a slap shot, Nursey? That puck was going so slow a nine-year-old
could have stopped it barehanded.”
“Tch. You’re just saying that because your last three shots
went two feet wide and you’re intimidated by my mad skills.”
“What mad skills? You shoot like you’re playing mini golf.”
“At least I’ve got aim. You probably couldn’t hit the goal
if it was the size of, like, a Zamboni.”
“I can hit a lot of things.”
“Oh yeah? Prove it.”
“…Are they really still going?” Tango asked Whiskey as they
watched Dex and Nursey squabbling on the ice. It was eight in the morning, and
practice had ended half an hour ago, but the two D-men were still on the ice
trying to finish their game of Call Your Shot. At this point, it was getting a
“They’re definitely… resilient,” Whiskey allowed. “Their
endurance is impressive.”
“I know. Also—I can’t believe they still have insults left
to throw at each other? Like, wouldn’t they have run out by now?”
“Insults?” Whiskey asked, turning to Tango and raising an
eyebrow. “I wouldn’t call those insults, Tony.”
this shows so much of their characters though. like chowder and dex are computer science majors (i think. chowder has never been confirmed but he did take a class with dex his first year and was talking to tango about it so for this post i’m rolling with it). they’re methodical, they cover all the bases knowing that the more fliers they hang, the more likely it is they’ll find someone who will fit what they’re looking for.
nursey however is an english major, more specifically he likes poetry. it’s something very personal, especially if your subject matter is a person/people as you have to have an understanding of human nature at least somewhat and you have to observe your surroundings to to make inferences about them so you can have something to write about. he uses this ability to find people who he thinks would be good managers, and it works.
(Dexydex) tangos crush on Nursey? I need to know more.
This is super vague still and needs to be BEEFED but I’m still stoked on it. Thanks @poindexterpatrol for letting me scream abt this last night n adding some SOLID points (go follow her, the love of my life).
Ok LOOK I have. canonical evidence for this. Basically Tango meets Nursey on the taddy tour and is like “wow ok I’m smitten” (bc it’s Nursey ummm) but he’s super self conscious abt his crush so he just asks questions abt him to everyone and stares longingly, rather than actually talking to him, hence why he’s always shown w Dex n Chowder (my canonical evidence). He hangs out w them and haggles them for info about Nursey. Frankly, it’s embarrassing, but Chowder n Dex love this kid. Anyways. Bitty is the first person Tango comes out to, but Chowder n Dex are the first people he tells abt his crush (everyone kind of…….knew already. except Nursey bc he’s oblivious and too busy staring longingly at Dex so uh) and Tango, like, begs them to help him get a date w Nursey. Chowder, immediately is like “omigod of course!!!11!!1!!1!!” and Dex is like “………ok…………” ummm of course we’ll help you ummmmm but realistically he’s like ‘hm the concept of Nursey dating someone (especially someone ok SMH) makes my stomach churn a lil uncomfortable but I have no idea why I’ll deal w that later it’s probably just indigestion’ ANYWAYS Tango like walks into the Haus one day and Nursey is sitting at the dining room table doing homework or some shit and Tango, actual dweeb of my heart who cannot contain his questions ever, just blurts “HEY DO YOU WANT TO GO ON A DATE W ME SOMETIME?” and Nursey is so floored he kinda just says yes???? Ok so they go out for like food or w/e and Tango is like “ok so this was just a very intense infatuation and I’m not actually into him but I really want to be his friend??” and Nursey is like “awh this guy’s so cute awh” but just in like a friend way. OK SO ANYWAYS PHASE 2 IN WHICH THEY’RE BFFS. Nursey takes Tango to like his dumb artsy fartsy things and poetry readings and Tango accidentally becomes like best friends w all the artsy Samwell kids and they all love him because he’s SO interested in everything and he asks so many questions (and if you’re making ANY form of art and some enthusiastic kid comes by and asks you questions abt your work it just feels so so good,, we art types live4validation). Anyways. Tango starts dating some art kid (bonus points if it’s Foxtrot, the same kid Whiskey has been talking to heyo) and maybe accidentally mentions to Dex that “a lot of Nursey’s poems are about you, I’m pretty sure?? Did you know that, Dex??”
Summary: Amidst the champagne, bad food, and terrible bridesmaid dresses could lie the start of a very good love story.
Warning: omg this is the 2nd most cliché thing I’ve ever written
“Y/N! There you are!” Wanda sidles up to you, hands delicately clutching the bottom of her dress so she doesn’t step on it. “We’re having a hairspray crisis.”
You just laugh, adding the finishing touch to your makeup. “There’s another can in my bag. Seriously, though, how much hairspray can four women go through in one day?”
Wanda spills out all the contents of your bag looking for the extra hairspray. She finally finds it and lets out a victory cry, rushing back into the other dressing area. You follow her, laughing to yourself. There’s already a cloud of hairspray forming from where Wanda is attacking Sharon’s hair with it.
Your heart lights up with happiness when you see Natasha. You can’t remember a time when she’s ever glowed this much. Her red hair is perfectly curled, and her ivory dress is impeccable. The skirt hugs to her frame, showing off her physique. The front comes around in a halter neck but her back is left bare. It’s the most beautiful you’ve ever seen your friend, and you couldn’t be happier for her.
Something deep and soulful plays low, an undercurrent to the slow roll of her hips, the husky pitch of her laughter. Hermione stares, standing in the doorway, unable to take her eyes off her.
A Quidditch jersey, much too big, and thigh high stockings. Her feet don’t make a sound in movement, a pair of very short shorts on display briefly when she runs her hands up her body. Her eyes are piercing when they flick in her direction, her smirk as practiced and sharp as the ends of her hair. Like she already knows she’s won.
Black hair. Black eyes.
That’s not so practiced.
“Just going to stand there, Granger?” she murmurs, showing Hermione her back and dipping to the floor, standing in a slow, sensual glide that has Hermione’s breath backing up in her lungs. The invite is still there when she flicks a look back over her shoulder - stronger now, her smirk more natural.
Like she knows what she does to her.
“It takes two to tango, you know.”
“You’re not tangoing,” Hermione points out. Her voice is rough and Pansy’s smirk widens. Her hair arcs out around her when she spins on her toes, slides over and holds out her hand.
“So tango with me.”
With her heart slamming far too hard, Hermione bites her bottom lip and steps into the room, her hand in Pansy’s. That delighted husky chuckle sings its own tune, the fit of their bodies its own song.
Hi! For prompts, may I please have 9, 22, and 29 with AJ?
Prompts: #9 “You
can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“Did you just hiss at me?”
“How is my wife more badass than me?”
For 9 long months you’d been carrying this child and you were were starting to wish they’d hurry up and arrive already. It had got to the point where you were just plan uncomfortable and no matter what you did you were going to have to face the fact you weren’t going to be comfortable anytime soon. That’s how you ended up in your bed alone at 4am, alone and regreting all your choices, it was a little dramatic but the pregnacy hormones had put you in a foul mood.
*Earlier that night.*
Your baby was due any day now so AJ had some time off from the WWE to come and be with you when your baby finally arrived. It was late at night and you were just so uncomfortable, no matter how you turned your baby girl wouldn’t settle and you had a terrible pain in your back that just wouldn’t go away.
“Mhmmm. You okay darlin’?” AJ muttered rolling over, siding his arm over your waist to rub your belly.
“I can’t get fucking comfy.” You sigh, esasperated that nothing was working.
“Hey language. I dont’t want our daughter to come and start swearing like a sailor.” He cuckled, kissing the side of your belly when you rolled over onto your back. “Want me to make you some tea love?” He mumbled against your belly still pressing light kisses to it.
“Please.” AJ got up, heading round to your side of the bed, placing a kiss to your lips.
“I’ll be right back my love.” AJ’s smile made you feel a little better, it was infectious and made you smile back at him. As AJ left the room you settled into the middle of the bed finaly relaxing.
“AJ! THAT’S IT!” You practically screamed after him, you hear frantic footsteps run up stairs and he practically falls over his feet and lands on his knees beside the bed.
“What is it? Is she coming? Is she alright? Are you alright?” he pants trying to catch his breath.
“She’s fine. We’re fine. She not coming yet.” AJ sights placing his head on the bed beside you, you run your hands through his hair and gently massage his scalp. Relaxing into your touch he looks up at you, hair falling over his eyes, you could see fainty through his curtain of hair the side of his eyes crinkle signaling he was swas smiling.
“You damn near gave me a heart attack darlin’. Care to tell me why I nearly broke my neck running all the way up here?” Smirking at him you settled further into the pillows.
“I got comfy!” You beam up at him, feeling pleased with yourself.
He chuckled and shook his head at you “Good. I’m glad you’re finally comfy babe. Do you still want some tea?” Shaking your head in response you felt your fatuige start to catch up with you. “Lets get some sleep then.” Standing up AJ started to pull the covers back.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Stapping your eyes open AJ haults his movements, sat on the bed ready to pull the duvet over the 2 of you.
“Getting into bed? What does it look like I’m trynna do?”
“No. Nope. You are not getting in this bed mister.” Using all your force you push AJ off the bed, he stands up quickly seeing what you were trying to do, not wanting you to strain yourself.
“Why not?” AJ Whines, crossing his arms and pouting playfully at you.
“Don’t you see. You were in the bed and I couldn’t get comfy. Now you’re out of the bed and I’m finally comfy! So I hear by banish you from the bed” Smiling you gaze up at him still stood there with his arms across his bare chest only smirking at you instead of pouting.
“That’s because you’re taking up the whole bed darlin’. Besides you
can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“I can and I just did.” Stating matter of factly crossing your arms as well.
“Sure. You’re totally banishing me.” Grabbing the corner of the duvet he tries again to get back into the bed. Reaching over you smack his hand and playfully hiss at him.
“Did you just hiss at me?” laughing AJ recoils his hand and shakes it lightly as if you’d hurt him.
“Yes I did and if you want to make both your wife and child very happy you’ll take the couch” Smiling sweetly you bat your eyelashes at him knowing that’s one of his weeknesses.
“Tell you what. I know you’ve been uncomfortable lately so I’ll let you two have the bed tonight. But I’m not sleeping on the couch.” Heading to the wardrobe AJ opens it and pulls out an extra cushion and duvet. Putting the pillow on the floor next to the bed he settles down and pulls the duvet over him. “I’m sleeping right here in case you need me for anything.” Looking down lovingly at your husband you feel your heart flutter at how sweet he was being.
“AJ you don’t have to sleep on the floor, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” Now you pout at him turning soo you could face him in the faint light of the room.
“I don’t mind darllin’. Besides I’ll probably be a lot more comfortable here than you were a few minutes ago.” He smiles softly pulling the duvet up under his chin and you see him ligtly tuck it under his arm, probably because he’s so used to cuddling with you. “Get some sleep beautiful. You too little Miss.” He mutters to you and your daughter. As soon as you shut your eyes sleep overwhelms you and you fall into a deep sleep.
Groaning you wake up feeling a pain in your stomach, rubbing it gently you mutter to your daughter “Honey please. I just got comfy.” sighing you turn on your side to see the bedroom clock reading 4am, and that’s how you came to lie awake regretting all your choices, well all bar marrying AJ. Feeling another wave of pain wash over you, you groana little louder causing AJ to stir sightly in his sleep. The pain seemed to subside for a few minutes and you almost fell back asleep when you felt a small popping sensation and some fluid trickle down your leg followed my another pain. “AJ.” You groan, silenty thanking him for staying in the bedroom. He moved over in his sleep but didn’t wake.
“AJ!” You groaned louder this time, he jolted awake and rubbed his eyes seeing you doubled over the side of the bed. He quickly jumped into action kneeling beside you, one hand placed on your knee and the other on the bed beside you.
“What is it love?” his face filled with concern seeing the pain on your face.
“I think my water just broke. She’s coming.” Smiling up at him with a massinve grin you repeat the last part. “Babe. She’s coming.” Tears start rolling down your face from pure happieness that you were finally gonna meet your baby girl. Whiping away your tears AJ pulled your lips to his and gave you a soft kiss. “Lets go meet our princess.” He muttered, lips still slightly connected, his smile matching yours.
After a long 9 hours your baby girl was finally born. She was so tiny and had all your features bar her nose and eyes. Both of which resembled the same features that belonged to her father. You were propped up in your hospital bed, AJ sat on the bed next to you holding his princess. Your heart melted looking at him cradling your daughter, all wrapped up in a little pink blanket and hat from the hospital, she looked even smaller in AJ’s muscular arms. He was looking at his entire world, all curled up and snuggled in his arms, you swore the only other times you’d seen that much love and happines in his eyes was when you said yes to marrying him and when he saw you walk down the isle at your wedding.
“What are you starin’ at?” He smirked, glancing sidways at you.
“Just my two favourite people.” You smile up at him. Kissing his lips before resting your head on his bicep, pulling the blanket down slightly to get a better look at your daughter.
“I can’t believe we made her. She’s so beautiful. Thank you.” AJ kissed the top of your head lightly.
“Why are you thanking me? It takes two to tango.” AJ cuckled at your comment, passing your daughter over to you when she started to fuss about being away from her mum for too long.
“Yeah but you carried her inside you for 9 months! You protected her and made her healthly and oh so beautiful. How is my wife more badass than me?”
“I must be in the genes.” With that your daughter gave both of you wide toothless grin, making you giggle.
“Looks like she agrees with me.” Looking up at AJ you see tears of joy in his eyes.
“Oh I can tell. She’s definatly going to be just like her mother.”
I promised these like five days ago Jesus Christ what was I doing
•Vinnie is the more experienced of the two, having completed at LEAST one mission before being paired with Balthazar
•Though Vinnie is laid back and pretty much nonchalant about everything, there are times where he does take his job seriously. A serious Vinnie is a scary Vinnie and Balthazar has seen this only a few times in their partnership
•Balthazar sometimes forgets that Vinnie is a trained Time Traveler and is ashamed to admit he gets impressed with Vinnie when he actually does his job
•They indulge one another such as Vinnie buying lunch where Balthazar wants to and Balthazar taking them to the zoo on non pistachio related terms
•Balthazar is somewhat afraid of big dogs, but Vinnie could hug a dog that’s both twice his size and looks like it wants to eat his kidneys
•"Just pet it. She’s not gonna bite.“
•"Dakota, I swear. Take that devil beast back where you found it!”
•Balthazar hands are always cold and Vinnie’s hands are always hot, so they usually hold hands
•When they tell the organization that they’re in a finally relationship, it’s more of a shock that they weren’t beforehand
•Vinnie can dance to any type of music while Balthazar can sing any genre of lyrical music (this doesn’t mean he WILL)
•Vinnie’s favorite is Mambo/Salsa/Tango and Swing dances because he gets to pull Balthazar into it, whether he wants to or not
•He prefers tango over swing because he likes to fluster Balthazar with the more sensual moves it includes at times
•"I told you, I don’t like to tango.“
•"Not even the horizontal kind?”
•"….OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS VINNIE DAKOTA I SWEAR TO THE HIGH HEAVENS…“ and so on.
•Vinnie needs a hug a day. Just one. Or more, if you want.
•Vinnie has to raise on his toes to get a kiss and Balthazar, being the cheeky bastard he is, rises up on his toes to stay out of reach
•Vinnie eventually just yanks him down
•But sometimes Balthazar picks him up instead
•It’s not uncommon to find an asleep Vinnie curled up next to a barely awake and still working Balthazar
•"What the…. Balthazar, it’s like three in the morning, go to sleep.“
•"I don’t get tired, I get results.
•This, of course, comes back to bite him in the ass and he sleeps almost twelve hours after he passes out, leaving Vinnie to do their job by himself (not that he minds)
some chase headcanons! ((i am sO trash for this boi)) falls asleep with his kids on the couch a lot; has the softest morning smile ever; will tango around the living room very badly with you for no real reason; likes big silly doggos; always looks SUPER smug after making a good pun; likes playing with your hair; has a really good internal metronome; likes rubbing his nose against yours; comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist when you're doing stuff in the kitchen [k]
these are so cute, i swear i’m loving him more and more now 💚
your first date with chase is probably to an old arcade place, where chase proudly shows off how skilled he is at pacman. you guys go out for ice cream afterwards.
gets massive bedhead, that’s why he wears hats pretty much all the time.
usually when he can’t sleep, he’ll talk to you about rather philosophical questions, which usually end up with the two of you laughing when things get too deep.
loves holding hands and when you’re constantly out with him, he’ll hold your hand. he’ll ask before hand, of course.
it’s obvious just how much he loves his kids and how much he wants to give them a good future.
enjoys going out to burger joints and will tell you the best ones to go to.
sends you a lot of flirtatious text messages, followed by a bunch of memes. especially ones about your current favorite show.
is actually a bit of a hopeless romantic?? despite his ‘dude bro’ stance.
latino nursey is very quiet in english and very loud in spanish.
everything about him is louder in spanish tbh even his laugh turns into this giant high pitched howl.
while the difference is most drastic in nursey, both tango and whiskey also raise their volume.
whiskey also relaxes 10x more like hes kinda uptight just a general rule but around other latinos? its like his whole personality changes.
listen, also? tv is such an important part for them to connect w/ the hispanic world??
nuestro bellessa latina is so important that they dvr it but also all try very hard to schedule around it, so they can watch it in person.
since nurseys not as into futbòl as tango and whiskey are, its really the climax of his life as a latino.
tango cant eat spicy things.
he Just Cant
Like not even the tiniest of sprinkle of jalapeño on tortilla chips
nursey is unhealthily addicted to coffee, like cuban coffee that’s just basically a straight shot of espresso. not for the faint of heart. its like liquid adrenaline
tango tried it once and like, could barely exist on the same plane as us mere mortals
whiskey also lowkey makes fun of everyone else’s accents because he grew up in puerto rico up until highschool so his spanish is excellent but he also thinks its really cute when people fuck up esp tango
tango has a complicated relationship with spanish bc hes always afraid of sounding too hispanic when saying things like latino countries or specific words that he cant help but say with an accent and then people look at him weird because he doesn’t look hispanic
tango is honestly a telenovela encyclopedia. u name it, hes seen it, can quote the most iconic scenes, and will act them out at any given time
whiskey is absolutely his abuelita’s child like. he calls her every couple of days if not every day he loves her so so much and nursey chirps the shit out of him for it but really he’s just lowkey jealous whiskey is so close with his family.
tango is also jewish and people are often very confused about how that works because both of his parents are argentinean. tango just confuses them more by trying to explain it.
all of them just sort of speak a unique blend of all of the slang from their respective countries like they have all just accepted the many different forms “im drunk” or “dude” or “drinking straw” come in. but the curse words that are common phrases in one country and horribly offensive in the other are a constant issue tbh
tango and whiskey are fabulous dancers. nursey, bless him, tries his hardest. he truly does. he just really has two left feet off of the ice
whiskey is truly an impressive drinker. all three of them can hold their liquor well but whiskey is just. stellar at it. he started drinking at like 13 and enters college as a seasoned alcoholic. (just kidding hes not an alcoholic!(actually tbh its hard to tell but lets just say he isnt))
i could forreal go on forever about this so i’m just gonna end it here: they all hate being called mexican, tango and whiskey especially (yes it’s partially about futbòl). there is something about being misidentified so grossly that really grinds ones gears. hence the gratuitous amount of clothing/memorabilia each of them own based on their nationalities.
if u think tango doesnt own a big argentinian flag that he definitely ties around his neck when appropriately timed, ur wrong
how many puerto rico tshirts can whiskey own? answer: an obscene amount. like for real at least 4 or 5. they’re both very extra
Hi, I heard your ask box was empty, so how about a thing with the uf, ut, us, sf skele-bros who have an s/o that really love to dance to Hispanic songs and like tango and Fox truat, and all that cool stuff like the dancing off take the lead, and the s/o always want them to join on the dancing.
4 character rule, so I’ll only do the Papyruses this time. Also I don’t know where you got that from lol, I had over 43 asks in my inbox xD Also I know nothing of dancing please forgive me
UT!Papyrus: He loves that kind of music, and he’ll gladly dance with you if you want. He’s not really the best at it in the beginning, but if you help him learn the steps he’ll soon be a pro. It’s a nice way to bond and learn to trust the other person, and he always wants to learn more dance moves and train to become better.
US!Papyrus: He is way to lazy to dance around for too long. If you’re really lucky, he’ll twirl you around a little as you dance on your own. And maybe if he’s in a really good mood he’ll do some of the easier steps. But you’re going to have to use your puppy eyes on him. He loves watching you dance though.
UF!Papyrus: He is a very passionate dance partner, and his favorite is tango. When he dances, he means business, and it’s not really romantic at all. It’s like two rivals having a fierce battle where they throw each other around, but gracefully. Sometimes he’ll go a little softer and dance more like your boyfriend and not your opponent.
SF!Papyrus: He’s not super into dancing, but if it makes you happy he’ll suffer through it. Except after a while he thinks it’s kinda fun, and sometimes he’ll start dancing with you without you having to ask. He loves how your eyes sparkle and you look so happy and at ease.
A/N: Here it is, the final day of @csjanuaryjoy! I am so happy to be the endcap on what has been a fantastic month!! Have some lighthearted smut-glitter with inferences of terrible pornos. Thanks to @sambethe for looking this over and finding all my dumb errors and liking the same silly things I like about this one. (FYI: I have been up for 20 hours and worked both jobs today, finished this fic, and had too much caffeine. Please forgive me for such a title.)
Prompt: My friend keeps lecturing me on the importance of
self care and I booked a massage to shut them up.. But my masseuse is the
anonymous stranger I fucked at Christmas.
Rating: M to be safe?
So far, 2017 has been… less than kind to Emma Swan. That’s
the way she’s putting it right now, at least. She won’t claim it’s anywhere as
bad as 2016 – she’ll give it a couple more months before she claims that. But
January has not been very gentle with her.
The colder-than-average weather means everything hurts just
a little more. Running after criminals in bitter chill doesn’t work as well as
in the more temperate weather, so she’s bruised and bumped and has spent more
nights with her feet in a tub of hot water than she can really count.
There’s a text waiting for her when she gets home from work,
Snow’s cheery message of greeting reminding her there’s a reason she got her a
gift certificate to the local spa.
“Treat yo’ self,” Emma mutters out loud, her eyes gliding
across the letters as they appear in the message. She can’t remember the last
time she did something as simple as relax. She’s been perpetually on the move
for what feels like her whole life, but at least the pace she keeps now is up
to her instead of being shoved from one home to another in the foster process.
She closes out of the messaging app and dials the number on
the certificate before she can talk herself out of the decision. There’s still
another week before her son comes back from a winter vacation with his adoptive
mother, and it might be nice to hit the reset button in celebration of the new
year. Get a massage, clean house, refocus herself, and be ready for whatever
the next eleven months might throw at her.
Summary: When some of his friends get a little too close to you when dancing, Yugyeom gets furious. Genre: Fluff/ Sugestive Length: 1.3k (I cut it into two because it was getting to long) Part 2
“You want to go dance tonight?” He doesn’t look up from his phone as he asks you. “Yeah … Jackson already asked me to go with you guys.” you say, him still focused on his phone. “Oh…” he says, looking up now. “Well, save me a dance, okay?” he asks with a smirk. You walk over and kiss his on his forehead. “I’m gonna get ready, yeah?” He nods and you walk over to the closet. After changing a bunch of times, you are left between a tight black dress or a white coctaildress.
You quickly decide on the black, since your white dress would be ruined in a nightclub. You put it on and touch up your make-up for the last time. The black dress was a little revealing, with a deep v-neck showing a lot of cleavage. It was also really short, coming just under your butt. But you had already decided, so you were not going to change again. Jackson had said he would be picking you guys up, so you put on some black pumps and run over to the door when you hear knocking. As you open it, Jackson’s mouth almost drops to the floor.
“Wow… you look so good.“ You blush at his heartfelt compliment and call out to your boyfriend. "Yugyeom, Jackson is here.” He walks out of the bedroom and walks over to you guys. “Okay, I–” he looks up and sees your outfit, dropping his mouth wide open. “Babe?” his eyes are wide as he comes over to you. “Don’t you think that’s a little– short?” He asks, wrapping his arms around you. “We don’t have time to change, babe, it’ll have to do.” You say, walking out with Jackson. As you get to the car, you see BamBam get out to hug you.
You walk over and give him a tight hug. “Hey Y/N, you look- …wow– amazing.” You blush, looking down at your feet and he opens the door for you. You get in the backseat, next to JB. He greets you, throwing a subtle glance at your outfit but then looking out when Yugyeom gets in the car. “I claim a dance, alright?” he whispers in your ear with a sweet smile. You nod and Mark drives you guys over to the club.
It was really warm in there, but it started getting really hot when JB took your hand and pulls you over to the dance floor, a ton of people pressing you two together closely. Cake by the Ocean comes on as you walk on the dancefloor. You smile as he pulls you closer, placing his hands on your hips. You follow his example and swing your hands around his neck. You giggle as he makes your hips move by his hands, but then you get more relaxed. Your bodies move to the upbeat rhythm.
He turns you around in a elegant turn and pulls you close to him. Even though your bodies were really close together, you enjoyed it because he was a really good dancer and moved you without a problem. You turn around again and slowly get down, dragging your fingers over his chest. You didn’t mean anything by it, of course. You were just really enjoying dancing again in a long time. You get back up and smile wide at him as the music fades out.
Now, the song was finnished and you felt yourself get pulled out of JB’s grip. You squeak as you bump into Jackson, who has a huge smirk on his face. “My turn.” A slower song comes on, and he places his hands on the small of your back. “Let’s tango.” You look at him with wide eyes. “I don’t know how.” He smiles even wider. “I’ll teach you.” He lets his hand travel down the side of your leg, giving you small goosebumps.
He grabs it gently under your knee and lifts it up placing it down between his legs. “Like this.” You nod and then he grabs your hand and starts moving back and forward. You do the same and soon you are dancing a, somewhat decent, tango. “Y/N, you have to relax more.” He flips you around and presses his hot body against your back. While you move your bodies in synch, you throw a look over to the bar.
BamBam is looking at you, gently biting his lip. He puts up his thumb and you blush because you are actually dancing the tango right. Then you see Yugyeom staring at you and Jackson. You smile at him, but he doesn’t seem very happy. Jackson sees you looking, so he turns you back around to face him. Sliding his hands down to your hips again, he pulls you even closer to him. Your bodies are now so close together you can feel the movement of his muscles.
Your face was probably bright red because you were so hot. Jackson looks at you with a grin. “Wanna keep going or do you need a break?” he asks, your faces almost too close together. Even though you were glowing, you didn’t really want to stop dancing. You shake your head and wrap your hands around his shoulders, pushing your hips to his. He smirks wide sliding his hand around your waist, turning you around. He presses his body against you softly, but you feel something poke your butt.
He chuckles when you look back at him with wide eyes. “Don’t mind it. Just dance.” he whispers, his warm breath tickeling your neck. You start moving again when all of a sudden, someone pulls you away roughly, pulling you with, out of the main hall. “Aw” You turn around to see Yugyeom facing you, his face blushing but with angry eyes. “Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks, his voice loud and scarily mad. “Y-yeah..” you say, looking at your feet. He grabs your wrist dragging you out of the club.
“Wh– what? Where are we going?” you ask confused, but he doesn’t answer you. He takes out his phone and calls someone. “Can you take us home?” he asks, his voice shaky because of how angry he was. You decide it is best not to protest so you just stand there for a couple of minutes. Mark walks out of the club, and walks over to the two of you. “Leaving so soon already?” Yugyeom just nods and Mark opens the car, getting in the front seat. For the whole ride home, the whole car stays quiet, with Mark looking back every once in a while.
He wasn’t used to you being so quiet. When you get home, Yugyeom just drags you behind him, leaving Mark behind confused. “Babe…” you whisper when his grip gets a little too tight. He lets go of you and opens the door, pushing you inside. When the door closes, he sighs out deep. “What the fuck, Y/N?” He walks over to you, making you back up. His voice didn’t sound mad anymore, it was so soft it scared you more. He keeps walking to you until you hit your back against the wall. “You like to embaress me?” His eyes are piercing in yours, making you shrink down.
You slowly shake no, looking back up at him. “But I don’t get why you are mad.” You almost whisper it. “First, you wear a dress that you should only wear with me, and then you are grinding up on not one, but two of my friends while all the rest watches you.” You bite your lip. His voice was so deep and soft, it was terrifying. “We were just dancing, baby.” He turns around and doesn’t say anything. After a couple of seconds, he turns around and pins you against the wall.
Sorry for cutting it off so randomly, but it was getting to long and not everyone likes to read smut, so all the smut is for the next part;)
Words: 1935 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rated: Teen for language Summary: The ot4 have to do a project for class that includes them choosing an original play/musical and compare it to the modern adaptation. Adrien, Nino, Alya, and Marinette choose La Boheme and Rent, and instead of doing actual work, they get caught up dancing to the songs and choosing which character they would be. Authors Note: So this is my first Miraculous fic that I’m actually publishing, so let’s see how this goes. It was a ton of fun, so yeah!
When the class was told to choose a classic play and research the modern adaptations, many kids sounded bored by the idea. But when they were allowed to choose their groups, everyone was a little happier.
It was obvious that Nino and Adrien asked Alya and Marinette to be in their group, as Nino and Alya have a thing and Alya is always trying to push together Adrien and Marinette. It was just a plus that they all worked so well together, and they were excited, too.
Adrien offered that they all come over to his house after school and they can research classic musicals to find one they liked. They only had a week to do the project, and with the crazy schedules teenagers have, it was easier to start right away.
Alya and Marinette met Adrien and Nino outside as they waited or Adrien’s driver to arrive at the school. He already contacted Nathalie to add to his schedule that he would be working on a group project, so that way his father could not say he had new plans for him. And Adrien was more than excited to be able to hang out with his friends for a few hours, even if it was for a school project.
“All of these seem so boring!” Nino groaned as he looked through the list on his computer. Nothing was really grabbing anyone’s attention since they were so old and different. Granted, the project was to compare the classic and the modern adaptation, but some still seemed like they hadn’t changed much.
Alya put her hand up after scrolling a bit more. “Oh, this one! Its adaptation is Rent!” She caught everyone’s attention. “La Boheme. I didn’t know that was the original,” She confessed.