clean whips

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super fast and messy redraw. hello darkness my old friend

Super Shallurklance

@syeriane @shallurklancentric as promised, some cute Shallurklance, but with a cute cliffhanger ;3

“Is everyone in my apartment building a superhero?”
More like Lance is the normal guy who usually ends up taking care of his neighbors after they go out to fight crime and befriends them all, but has a pining crush on three of his neighbors bc fuck he’s too poly and bi to function-

Anyways, Pidge has plant powers and hacking skills, Hunk is basically an earth bender, Keith is a fucking dragon, Shiro can fly and use super strength, Allura is Wonder Woman but has cats, and Coran is the landlord of the building.

There are Major powers and Minor powers. Those with Major powers are usually in the Hero or Villain business. Those with Minor powers are generally sidekicks or civilians. Lance and Coran have Minor powers. Lance can pull water from the air or from anywhere within ten feet. It’s not very strong but it helps to clean wounds. Coran has the ability to bend metals. Enjoy ;3

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"Is everyone in my apartment building a superhero?” Lance groaned, eying the pretty new girl moving in.

"No, not everyone. You aren’t. I think she’s the Hero Altea though. The hair certainly matches.” Lance’s above floor neighbor, Pidge, yawned from her spot leaning against the railing next to him.

“As in the city female favorite, Altea? Great. Let me guess, you guys are gonna show her the best place to patch up after a fight?” Lance asked defeatedly, narrowing cold blue eyes at the grinning superhero girl.

“You know it, Lance! I’m not taking chances! Also, do you have any more tea? I’m out of green leaf and I know you have an extra stock somewhere.” Pidge poked him in the side.

Lance sighed. “Yeah yeah, I bought a new box yesterday. Come on, I’ll make you a cup.”

Hours later, an explosion rocked the city and sure enough, as Lance calmly drank his hot cocoa in front of the TV, the news coverage showed the Voltron team plus Altea herself fighting against a massive metal monster.

The Voltron team, aka Lance’s neighbors in the Lion Apartments.

Black, a powerful hero with indestructibility and the gift of flight, his powers mostly originating in his prosthetic arm.

Olkari, a small hero with the ability to manipulate plants to her will, no matter the size. She could also hack anything, which was what she was currently doing to the monster’s mainframe.

Balmeran, the bulky hero with extreme strength. He was known for using the ground and environment to his advantage.

Red, the original partner of Black’s and gifted with extreme, nearly uncontrollable power. His flames could melt anything, as well as change him into a dragon if he felt like it.

And Altea, a woman with super strength, speed, and energy manipulation. Usually sending it out in the form of lightning or beams, usually white or pink, sometimes blue.

The creature went down after a short while, and the camera followed the heroes launching away in different directions.

But Lance knew where they would all end up eventually.

He came back from a quick trip to the supermarket and groaned when he found the lock picked and half open from a cute little vine, seemingly innocent.

“Pidge! What have I told you about breaking into my house through the front door?! The balcony sliding door is always unlocked you know!” The irritated Cuban called as he entered his home, noting the dirty tracks on the carpet.

“And Hunk! I trusted you to keep Keith in line during that fight, and now half the city is rubble! Keith, did you even shower properly before you came here?! Hi Shiro, Miss Altea. Pidge! Get out of the tea cabinet! I just gave you a box yesterday!”

Lance set his bags on the coffee table in front of both Shiro and the startled Altea before marching over to yank Pidge away from his tea storage, a small whip of water putting out a small fire left on Keith’s head.

Lance ushered everyone to a seat on the various couches in the main room. “Okay, who’s first? I got extra gauze this time, and special disinfectant for rust bacteria.”

Lance pulled water from a nearby cup and wrapped it around a particularly nasty burn on Shiro’s arm, the hero Altea looking on in fascination as the water slowly started massaging impurities from the blood and skin.

“So, miss Altea, I’m Lance. I usually patch these guys up after a fight, so I’m guessing they decided to bring you around too?” Said male asked the white haired heroine, raising an eyebrow and using another small water whip to clean up the blood on her cheek.

“Ah, well, Olkari insisted, since you are very trustworthy and she mentioned you keep a wide variety of tea?” Altea admitted, Pidge piping up from her seat trying to wrangle Keith into using an ice pack.

“Call me Pidge! We all live in the same building anyways, and Lance here knows us all on first name basis so we might as well use it ourselves!” The tiny plant hero chirped triumphantly as she managed to headlock Keith and press the ice against the nasty bruise on his back.

“I’m Keith, Shiro’s boyfriend and partner in heroism.” The man wheezed from where his friend was currently crushing his back as she ‘tended’ to him.

Shiro waved with his prosthetic arm. “I’m Shiro, nice to be working with you, Miss Altea.”

Hunk came back from the kitchen, stirring what looked to be a bowl full of chocolate chip cookie dough. “Sorry Lance, I borrowed some stuff for cookies. Also, hi, I’m Hunk and I’m usually the one to feed these people because somehow none of them know how to cook.”

The bulky man leveled a glare at his three teammates, each glancing away with a sheepish smile or a nervous chuckle.

“I kind of know how to cook!” Keith replied defensively, pouting.

“Keith, charred lumps of god knows what does not equal cooking.” Lance deadpanned, finishing his task of bandaging Altea’s arm.

The heroine snorted out a half giggle half wheeze, and Lance had to mentally stomp on the growing attraction in his heart. He already had two impossible crushes, he didn’t need a third…

“Well, my name is Allura. It is nice to meet all of you!” She introduced herself, and the others all grinned back.

“Well now that all the introductions are out of the way, who wants tea? I also have hot chocolate and coffee.” Lance asked, standing up and moving towards the kitchen.

He was sweating from the effort of holding up five separate threads of water. The ones that were currently cooling and healing the burn wounds on the 5 heroes.

Shiro wanted black coffee, Pidge wanted green tea with extra sugar, Hunk wanted a specific amount of sugar and cream in his coffee, Keith demanded chamomile tea, and Allura politely requested juniberry petal tea.

He didn’t notice Keith intently watching him serve their drinks, didn’t see Allura narrow her eyes when Lance swayed slightly, didn’t realize he was collapsing until Shiro practically vaulted over the couch to catch him on his way back to the kitchen.

He did, however, notice the worried voices whispering near him as he slowly woke up to someone stroking his hair. It felt nice, nothing like the stress his job had been putting him through lately or the strain of using his Power too much recently.

He sighed and rolled over to fall back asleep, the stroking in his hair never faltering.

Meanwhile, Allura frowned as she watched Red, Keith, pet Lance’s hair as he kept vigil over the man on the couch.

“It’s strange, normally he doesn’t collapse like that. I always tell him to rest after he uses his Power and take a break now and then, but today must have been a bad day to ask for help.” Shiro murmured, gazing at Lance in concerned fondness.

“For someone who exercises his Power so much, I wouldn’t think something so small as purifying wounds on five people would cause him to collapse. Perhaps he has been working too hard lately?” Allura asked, placing a comforting hand on Shiro’s shoulder.

“He isn’t home as much, actually. I’ve seen him come home real late at night and leave at really early hours.” Keith piped up, quiet so as not to wake Lance up.

Shiro sighed. “He has a communication problem, which is surprising for someone who’s so talkative.”

Allura giggled lightly. “I find it quite endearing. You were right to bring me here and convince me to move into this building. I believe Lance will prove to become a large part of our lives. I just hope he accepts us when the time comes.”

She moved over to crouch next to Keith, her fingers joining the Fire Hero’s tangling through Lance’s soft, silky hair. Keith hummed lightly and tipped his head onto Allura’s shoulder.

Shiro folded his arms over his chest and smiled as his girlfriend and boyfriend watched hopefully over the object of their affections.

After all, it was a secret that Black, Red and Altea were not friends, but instead a trio of polyamorous lovers. Not even Pidge or Hunk knew that Shiro and Keith knew Allura a lot more intimately than they’d acted like today.

One day, Shiro hoped, Lance would make it a group of four.

He wished for that day to come soon.

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What do you think? Sequel, maybe? :3

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Honey thighs | #2

Originally posted by rapnamu

Anon: 2 with Namjoon thank you

#2 “Put it down. Now.” Drabble game.

author’s note: fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff



“You know you don’t have to do it that way.” Namjoon spoke, stirring the whipped topping as you cut up the strawberries, you weren’t letting him near this knife.

“What way?” You furrowed your brows.

“The strawberries, you can cut them more on-” You knew he was just trying to be helpful so you had to smile at his attempt.

“Baby, this is the way you’re supposed to do it.” You showed him the strawberry you were in the process of cutting and he tilted his head a bit.

“Okay, but I still think there’s a better way to do…” He trailed off, swipping  a bit of the cream on his pinkie and tasting it. You two decided to make a cake for his parents anniversary and the longer it took the less whipped cream was gonna be left.

“Let’s remember who’s the chef in this relationship.” You glanced at him, seeing him giggle at the statement, he knew all too well that it was you. “And stop eating all the cream, we won’t have any left if you keep doing that.” You stopped his finger from taking yet another taste.

“I can’t help it baby girl, it’s good…Here taste.” He brought his finger to your lips and you grimaced.

“Thank you but I’m good.” You were washing your hands as he was about to do the same.

“Oh come on, what’s up with you? You haven’t tasted anything, you haven’t even eaten today.” You figured he’d catch on.

“Nothing, I just don’t want any…” You reached for your tall water bottle and he got what was going on.

“Put it down. Now.” He grabbed your waist, knowing every limb on your body went weak when he did that.

“What the heck Namjoon?” You turned around, frowning at him.

“All you’ve been drinking is that nasty detox water, are you trying to loose weight?…Because I like my girl healthy, and you’re the perfect size for me.” His hands still on your waist as you looked away bashfully. “Look at me. If you’re on a diet, make sure it’s healthiest for you. You eat better than me so I don’t know what makes you think you need to skip meals.”

“My weight has been fluctuating lately and I’m trying to stay under-”

“Open.” His finger, coated with whip cream was right in front of your lips.

“Namjoon, I’m not eating that.” You were serious about that until you got a whiff of it. The mixture of sweet cream and vanilla, resistance was futile. When you open your mouth to say something he playful pushed his finger in your mouth, you were lowkey glad he did.

“Joon!” You pushed him back, whip cream now on your jaw and dripping down to your neck. “What was that for?” You tried to grab a cloth to clean the whip cream down but he made a sound of disapproval. He turned you around to press you against the counter. “Namjoon!-”

“I’ll clean it up…” He gently kissed and licked to cream off of your skin and laughed at himself a little. His hands traveled lower on your waist and he sighed—you were so stubborn. “I love your honey thighs baby girl, don’t change them, okay?”

“Bangable”


Title: “Bangable”

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3833

Summary: Dean gets the reader to go on a date with Sam and things get heated.

Warning: 90% SMUT, Dom!Sam, Sub!reader, Grinding, Oral (female receiving), Drity talk, Size kink, Sir kink (is that a thing?).

Your name: submit What is this?

“Seriously. All you talk about is hot guy this and hot guy that!”

“Is there anything else better to do?”

“Yeah, read a book!”

“I read.”

“I’m not talking about those weird erotica books you get from that shady porn joint. Read a real book that doesn’t include sex.”

You were at a local coffee shop with your best friend Caroline chatting and hanging out like most normal people do. As always she was going on about two hot guys in suits she had seen a few days ago. She claimed they were tall, muscular, and “absolutely fucking bangable”. She had problems. You had joked that she was a total nymphomaniac and she accepted the title like it was a compliment. She was crazy, which was probably why she was your best friend. The world needed balance.

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Slow Hands

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 1053

Warnings: nsfw content

A/N: Requested by @toofangirl (idk why it won’t let me tag you?? soz) for a fic based on Niall Horan’s song “Slow Hands” with Leonard. I hope you like my creatively title fic :P


The ocean breeze drifted through your hair carrying with it the smell of salt. You pushed your toes deeper into the wet sand along the tide line. Despite the roar of the bonfire party behind you, you managed to lose yourself in the undulating waves as they crashed against the beach and slid back into the vast expanse of black where even the horizon slipped away.

“Trying to escape the party, too, huh.” There was a grunt as a man sat down next to you. You heard him shift and settle into the sand but chose to ignore him, closing your eyes and leaning back on your arms. Everything fell quiet again except the soft murmuring of the ocean begging you to dive in. The next breeze carried with it the smell of cologne and whiskey mingling with the salt spray.

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Imagine toddler!Gavin finally meeting his baby sister

Child birth, one of the most painful activities a woman can experience. It leaves them exhausted, sweaty, fatigued, and in a hormonal rage. One minute they are cursing their husband for getting them pregnant, but the next they’re begging for another child.

You, on the other hand, didn’t really pay attention to the exhaustion when the small child you brought back to life came running into the room and into your lap with Crowley attempting to keep up. “Mommy!" 

"Hey, baby!” you smiled.

“Where is she? Where is she!” he asked excitedly. Nine months. The poor child had waited nine long months to meet his baby sister. Holding his ear to your stomach wasn’t good enough. Gavin wanted to hold her and run the halls of Hell with her, and now, small Penelope was here.

“Penelope is still getting cleaned up, baby.”

He whipped around to look at you. “Who?”

“Penelope, your sister. Her name is Penelope.”

“No,” he said seriously, “her name is sister.”

Crowley chuckled and shook his head. “Gavin, you call her sister, but her real name is Penelope.”

Absolutely refusing to accept this new information, he shook his head and crossed his arms. The door opened and two nurses carried in a newborn baby girl swaddled in a pink blanket. Ever so gently, they laid her in your arms causing a new swarm of emotions to take over. As the tears fell, Crowley kissed your temple and Gavin held onto Penelope’s small hands. “So tiny,” he mused.

You nodded. “And very fragile…”

“So we’re easy…?”

“Yes, very easy,” Crowley agreed.

Penelope sniffled before wailing out into the room decorated in white. “Sister!” Gavin yelled out before kissing her face repeatedly. “I’ll protect you, Sissy…I promise.”

Catch Me- Carl Grimes

Plot/Request: Anon requested- “Could I possibly request a Carl X Reader where They’re dating and both reading comics, but then the reader decides to play with him a bit like they did before the apocalypse (Like a game of tag/or just reader snatching his hat, lots of fluff remembering the old days of their friendship) P.S taking place in season 6″

Word count:
 264

Note:
 lol thIS IS SOO CUTE I LOVE IT

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You ran around the house, a huge grin on your face. Carl chased you, trying not to slip on the clean floors as he whipped around corners. 

The two of you had grown tired of reading, and decided it was time for a little game. 

“You’re never gonna catch me, Grimes!” You yell, laughing as you dash into the large kitchen. 

“We’ll see about that, (Y/L/N)!” He threatens, chuckling with you as he follows you. He’d been running after you for at least two minutes now. 

You waited on one side of the counter, hoping to put him at a loss and also catch your breath. You huffed and puffed as did he, slowing down to face you from the other side. You laughed at the situation, and he gave you a knowing smirk. 

“What’s your move?” You taunt, rocking from side to side. Carl looks you in the eye before jumping over the counter and sliding onto your side. You scream and run the other way, but he’s too fast– catching your waist in a hug. 

“You’re it!” He laughs, tickling your neck. You throw your legs around trying to get lose but he continues his torture. You laugh uncontrollably and finally get lose, but only for Carl to turn you around. 

You face him, inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly. He does that same. You both have large grins smeared across your faces, and meet for a kiss. But he suddenly breaks the kiss and dashes away. 

“Try to get me, (Y/L/N)!” 

anonymous asked:

Donut anon: SILLY YOU SAY?! How about dazai and chuuya's s/o cosplaying them and copying their abilities. Like while having a bath and scrubbing she would take off her glove scrub while chanting chuuya's ability for corruption?

meme: send me shitpost-y requests and I’ll do a 5 sentence response!

Dazai:

You giggled as you tripped over the lengthy, tan trench coat. Clearing your throat, you lifted your hand which was messily wrapped in bandages. “Have an energetic and clean suicide~!” You whipped around and held your chin in your hand, “After all, I am Dazai, the Agency’s most trusted and reliable-” You yelped out as you were lifted from the ground and tugged against your lover’s chest. 

“Were you serious about that suicide offer?”

Chuuya:

“Oh, grantors of dark disgrace - do not wake me again,” you mumbled dramatically as you wiped the soap suds off of your hands. Within the next second, you were tossing soap balls across the bathtub, mocking Chuuya’s ability. 

“What the hell is all this-”

Chuuya walked into the bathroom, hearing your ridiculous giggling.

But not before getting assaulted by a soap ball landing in his face.

See You Soon Doll || Part 3 || JeromeXReader

Imagine you are a cheerleader riding on a bus to a football game when the Maniax attacks it.  


(gif not mine)


Part 1

Part 2


You wake up slowly, your head hurts like crazy and you have no idea where you are.  You look around the room and you see that you are in someone’s bedroom.  It is a very simple bedroom, but you can tell that it is a boys room due to the piles of clothes on the ground.  

The door then opens.  You look over at the door and you see Jerome enter the room.  He walks over and sits on the bed beside you.  

“Morning Doll,” he says smiling as always, “How did ya sleep?”

“Fine but would have slept better in my own bed, thank you very much!” You stand up and start walking over to the door.  

You then feel yourself get pressed up against the door by Jerome.  You look up at him and you see that he has a maniacal smile on his face.  

“Now where did you think you were going doll?” he asks you.

“Home!” you reply.

Jerome then starts laughing.  “Doll face you are not leaving me, you will never leave me ever.  Well, you will never leave me alive.” Jerome laughs at the last part.  

You don’t know what to say.  You are really scared by what he just said.  You just stand there pressed up against the door with your mouth hanging open in shock.  

Jerome then breaks into another laugh but this one is less scary and more humorous.  “Doll you are hilarious you actually think that I would kill you.  You’re funny.” Then Jerome leans down to whisper something in your ear, “but you had better close that pretty little mouth of yours before I put something in there that I know you wouldn’t want.”

You instantly close your mouth.

Jerome then lets go of you and goes to open the door.  He grabs your hand and says, “Okay now we are going to go meet everyone else.”  

He pulls you down the stairs and into what appears to be a kitchen with four people already in there sitting around a table.  

They all look over at Jerome and you.  Jerome then says, “I would like to introduce my beautiful girlfriend, y/n!”

Girlfriend?  No, we are not dating, never will be, you think.  You don’t want people to think you are dating this lunatic.  But you don’t say anything because you don’t want Jerome to get angry at you, he is pretty unpredictable.  

“Now y/n I would like to introduce you to Aaron,” he says pointing to a really big guy.  He is probably about 6 and a half feet tall, and really muscular.  You kind of recognize him from the bus incident.  

“This is Barbara,” he says pointing to a blonde girl.  You think you recognize her but you don’t know how.  You know she was not on the bus but she still looks familiar.

“This is Tabitha,” Jerome motions to a girl sitting at the table cleaning blood off her whips.  She doesn’t seem like the type of person you would want to cross.  

“And this is our leader,” you look over at the man and see that it is Theo Galavan.  You can’t believe it is Theo Galavan.

Galavan stands up and comes over to shake your hand.  “Hello y/n it is nice to finally meet you.”

“Your Theo Galavan!” you say.

Galavan laughs a bit, “yes I am and If you ever tell anyone that I am doing this I will have Tabitha,” he motions to the whip girl, “come and kill you.  Now, do you understand?”

You nod.

“Good,” Galavan says before walking out of the room.  

Jerome pulls you over to a table and pushes you into an empty seat between Barbara and Jerome and across from Aaron.  

Jerome puts a plate of food in front of you before breaking into a conversation with Tabitha.

You am a bit reluctant to eat your food.  Barbara then whispers to you, “trust me there is nothing wrong with that food.  If you think one of us poisoned it we didn’t, Jerome would have killed everyone in this room if we did.”

You then decide that It would probably be best to eat your food now. You eat your food without talking to anyone, and when you are done Jerome pulls you up the stairs to his room.

As you guys are walking he tells you how he has to go out and do a couple things with Tabitha.  He also tells you not to try and escape because that would be impossible and only provoke him.

He then leaves you in his room and he shuts the door and locks it once he leaves.  You try turning the handle to the door but it is locked.  You then look over at the window and see that you are about 40 floors off the ground.  

You decide it is useless to try and escape and you just decide to take a nap until Jerome gets back.  You lay down in his bed and with in a couple minutes, you fall asleep.

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You wake up to someone shaking you awake.  You open your eyes and see that it is Jerome.  You roll over so that you am no longer facing him.

He grabs you and rolls your body back over to face him.  “Well hello doll face, I am happy to see that you didn’t try and escape like I thought you would of.”

You don’t say anything you just stretch out your tired limbs and rub your eyes before trying to fall asleep again.

Jerome shakes you again and you open your eyes.  “Oh I know you are tired doll but Galavan wants us both down stairs right now.”

You finally get out of bed and stand up beside Jerome.  He holds your hand and leads you downstairs again but this time past the kitchen and into what looks like a living room.  

Barbara, Aaron, and Tabitha are all sat on some of the couches and Galavan is sitting at the front of the room.  

Jerome and you sit down on one of the other couches.  

Galvan looks over at us and says, “Jerome and y/n so nice for you to join us. Now we can get started.”

Galavan stands up, “As all of you know we are here to plan our biggest scheme yet, The Gotham Children’s Hospital Gala.  Now any question before we get started?”

You decide to be brave and ask, “Why am I here.”

Galavan turns to look and you and answers, “because you my dear will be part of this plan, and If you dare tell anybody at the event what is going to go down then you won’t be making it out alive.”


Thanks for reading.  I would like to also thank everyone who has liked and reposted this story.  I was wondering if anyone wanted me to make a tag list for this story.  If you want me to just tell me that you want to be on it and I will make sure to add you.  

Thanks again.  Sarah!

T.J Oshie - After Game Victory

Before we get to the good shit, I wanna wish one of best friends Lizzie a very happy birthday! This one is for you girl!

Originally posted by glovesdropped

He was different from the rest of the guys you had once dated. He was fun, charming, respectful, a gentleman, … hot. But he was always traveling which for his profession was understandable, NHL players were constantly on the road.
You never thought you would end up with T.J Oshie of the Washington Capitals, but then again you never imagined you would be working as an equipment manager either. When you got the call from a friend who knew you needed a new opportunity, you knew you couldn’t say no to the experience, even if it didn’t last long or didn’t work out. 


It only took one interview for you to get the job thanks to your friend’s recommendation of you. A month into the job you came to the conclusion that it wasn’t the greatest job, dealing with sweaty hockey players jerseys but your hours were based only on practices, home games, and prep for the team road trips. All you were doing was ensuring that all the jerseys were washed and ready to go.


How you met T.J was pretty interesting. The night before a road trip you were sure to have every game jersey pressed and cleaned and packed, the only thing left to do was to make sure that after the practice the following morning all those jerseys were washed. But somehow when you went to check on the pressed, clean jerseys they were gone. Thankfully you weren’t to blame considering the head equipment manager had helped you count and check the jerseys the night before, allowing you to get out of work early.


You were talking to the coaching staff when you realized a few players were missing from the ice. “They’re probably hiding with them” a voice called behind you. You turned to see T.J standing in half his equipment. “Some of my equipment is missing” he chuckled as you questioned why he was in only half his gear. “I’m assuming they would have your jerseys as well. Wanna come find out?” he asked, before turning to the locker rooms. You caught up to the 6′1 beauty as you rounded the corner to the change rooms. “T-” you started as you noticed a few players lined up and ready to aim, but it was too late. You were both covered in water and whipped cream within seconds of stepping into the room.


***


Let’s just say the soaking wet and covered in whipped cream clean up led to a lot more between the two of you, to the point where you waking up in his bed happened a lot more often than both of you probably wanted to admit. After a win, T.J would swing down by the jersey equipment space and wait till you were ready before taking you back to his apartment to celebrate, with beer and sex of course. It was everything in a ‘friends with benefits’, except for the clarification of no feelings. You knew if you catch feelings for him, it would never truly work out, but you still fell for him. The way he would smirk at you from the driver’s seat, the way he would cuddle you, how he would talk to you about everything going on in his life and how easy it was for you to do the same. Everyone in your life seemed to see that you were much happier since the Caps forward had come into your life.


One day though after a team loss, you were planning to just go home and catch up on your binging series when you saw his tall figure leaning on the door. “hey” you said softly, not knowing how he would take a bad loss. Some of the WAG’s you had met when you had taken the job, who knew about you and T.J, told you that sometimes the guys overreact after a game when they have had a bad loss like tonight. He moved from the door and stepped in front of you, pulling your body into his body, placing his head on top of yours. He wrapped his arms around your waist and sighed gently. You slightly giggled at the sight of him being a big teddy bear, causing him to look down at you. “For a professional hockey player, you sure are cuddly” you teased. A slight smile danced on to his lip, “I just wanted to see you” he mumbled into your hair before he pulled away. “Give me a few minutes and then we can head out” you smiled, as he moved on your office chair and propped his feet up on the desk.


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You weren’t gonna lie, you were surprised when he didn’t make the turn to towards his apartment, instead, he kept driving until he pulled into a little 50′s diner parking lot. “I come here to clear my head,” he said slowly as he cut the engine. “I don’t know,” he said scratching his neck awkwardly. “Something in me wanted to bring you with me”. You gave him a small encouraging smile. “We’ll let’s eat then!” you said squeezed his hand, before hopping out and meeting him around the front of the car. He grabbed your hand and led you into the little diner. He pulled you into a little booth in the back, before waving at the middle age lady taking an order on the other side of the diner. Her smile grew 10x bigger as she laid eyes on both of you. “Be there in a few” she called before winking at T.J. He groaned slightly as you giggled. “She’s like a mom to me. She’s gonna be all embarrassing” he muttered. “Same as always?” she asked as she happily walked up towards the booth. “we’ll do two,” he said, handing her the table menus back.


***


You ended up learning a lot more about T.J in the time spent in the diner than you thought you would. You were surprised that he didn’t drop you off after the diner. You ended up on the couch with his arms around you, cuddling you as your eyes focused on the Lorax on the screen.


“T.J” you whispered as you watched the Lorax float into the sky. “Mhm,” he mumbled into your neck, lacing your hand into his. You paused, worried about the conservation that you were about to start. He flipped you over in his arms when you didn’t answer. “what’s up?” He whispered as he sat up, grabbing your face gently, pulling you close. “Tell me” he prompted. “I.. I just…” you started before sighing. Here it goes. “What are we doing?” He raised his eyebrows at you. “Watching the Lorax?” He replied, confusion playing on his face. “No” you sighed gently. “What are we doing?” You emphasized “Us? What are we?”
He let out a small sigh. “You scared me for a second” he chuckled. You shot him a look and sighed again. You moved to get off his lap, regretting that you ever thought. Regretting that you thought a real relationship would ever work. “Forget about it,” you say. before he grabs you and pulls you back down.
“I want you,” he said pulling your forehead down onto his. “I want whatever you want to have with me as long as you stay in my life” he whispered before pressing his lips against yours, fireworks exploding in your stomach. He pulls away slowly and smiles as he sees a smile on your lips. Maybe a relationship would work you think as he pulls you in for another kiss.

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Masterlist

Matchmaker- Rose (BLACKPINK)

Originally posted by camrons2002

Prompt: Sometimes, being a kindergarten teacher is super fun. Like when your favorite student and his three aunties try to set you up with his super gorgeous single mom.

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Single Parent!Rose, Teacher!Fem!Reader

Pairing: Rose x Reader

Author’s Note: Thank you anon, for requesting this! It’s a very good scenario prompt! I hope you love it!


You walked down the hallway, the heels of your shoes clicking on the hard wood floor. You took a sip of the iced americano in your hand as you opened the door of your classroom. You took your place at your desk, setting down your books. 

“Good morning, class!” you beamed, staring at your eager students. 

“Good morning, Miss Y/L/N!” the little ones cheered, bowing their heads in unison. 

“Today we’re going to start the class by reading a story called “Red Train,” on page four of your workbooks!” 

You glanced around the room as your kindergartners pulled their books out from under your seat. You couldn’t help but notice that little Park Minho bore a bright smile as he eagerly flipped open to the assigned story, bringing a grin to your own face. 

“Would anyone like to volunteer to start reading?” you asked warmly. 

Before anyone else, Park Minho shot his hand up in the air. You smiled before pointing at him to signal your approval to start reading.

“Thank you Miss Y/L/N!” he beamed, before reading aloud. 

You sat at your desk as you waited for him to end the page. Park Minho was by far your best student, not to mention your favorite. He was always eager to learn, wanting nothing more than to succeed in his classes and make his mother proud. You knew it wasn’t the first thing you should think about regarding your student, but you couldn’t help but notice that he had an extremely attractive mom. An extremely attractive single mom.

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