get off the poor man's face

anonymous asked:

A hc of Toshinori with a very flirty s/o? Like they don't flirt woth other people, just him. They love making him blush and chuckle. They enjoy romance and innocent sweet fluff, but sometimes they throw him in for a loop. Like. . . "Whooo. . . These are getting heavy. Mind holding them for me?" As they lift up their boobs.

omg,, toshinori is gonna die this poor man 

Yagi Toshinori

  • His relationship with his s/o is a very playful one! Mostly from his s/o’s side but he’ll get the occasional quip in and mae his s/o blush. As much as it makes him blush and stutter, he really likes his s/o’s flirting, it makes him feel a tad younger.
  • That being said, when his s/o throws him off with a suggestive comment or action, he’ll kinda clam up and have to double check with what his s/o said, especially if they’re in public. His face is as red as a tomato!
  • In private however, he’s more likely to openly flirt back with his s/o, it’s a lot of fun for the both of them!
Sugar, Sugar

A/N: It’s so late and so I will make this quick. Thank you to @celestial-writing for literally helping me cultivate every aspect of this fic. I’d be lost without her. Also, @minhosmeanhoe for throughly editing this for me  and for also being my late night partner in crime.

warnings; none

Word Count: 2876

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8. Dessert // Nurseydex

« {Part 8 of my Valentine’s collection.} » 

a/n: In which Nursey is a sap. Basically I’m giving Nurseydex their Zimbits moment. Pie is involved.

“…You don’t know how to peel an apple, do you?”

Nursey whipped his head up to see Dex staring at him, an eyebrow raised. They were in the kitchen trying to make a pie for Ransom and Lardo’s birthdays, and it was going pretty okay—but definitely not thanks to Nursey. He’d been trying to peel the same apple for the last five minutes. “Um,” Nursey said. “Well, I’ve never had to, you know, peel stuff before—”

“It’s literally not hard,” Dex said. “I’d chirp you about how helpless you are, but I really just want to get this done. Let me show you.”

He stood at Nursey’s side, took the apple and the peeler, and started to demonstrate. “See?” he said, gripping the peeler tight in this long fingers. He shucked three long strips of apple peel into the sink and then handed the tool and the apple back to Nursey. “It’s not hard—you’re just incompetent.”

“Well thanks, that’s a relief,” Nursey said. Dex hip-checked him, and he hip-checked back.

“Since when are you so good at baking, then, huh Dex?” Nursey asked quietly after a moment or two of silence. “I remember you dissing baking back when we were frogs—”

“We’re still the frogs, Nursey.”

“Yeah, I know, I know. I just… Now it seems like more often than not you’re the one helping Bitty bake,” Nursey said. “What changed?”

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Ok but seriously I need to give you the scoop on some of the ridiculousness that went down during Lexington and Concord because it was insane. These are just some of my favorites:

  • John Hancock and Samuel Adams are hiding out at Hancock’s cousin Lucy’s house in Lexington. When Paul Revere shows up to tell them to leave, William Munroe, a militiaman who was guarding the door, tells Revere to shut up and go away because everyone was asleep.
  • Hancock’s fiancee Dolly asks him to take her to Boston so that she can rescue her father. Hancock tells her that she isn’t allowed to go back there while the British are still occupying the city. She reminds him that they aren’t actually married yet so she can technically do whatever she wants without his permission.
  • Paul Revere and William Dawes meet a Concord doctor named Samuel Prescott, who just happens to be out at 1am because he had spent the day with his girlfriend and presumably got kicked out of her house. When a group of British soldiers chase them, Revere is captured, Dawes comically falls off his horse, and Prescott manages to get away with the alarm message to Concord. His getting the message across in time meant that there were enough soldiers in Concord to beat the British, meaning that his walk of shame basically caused us to win the battle.
  • Paul Revere tells the soldiers who captured him that there are hundreds or armed and angry country hicks converging on Lexington center who are prepared to slaughter the British; the soldiers get so scared they just let him and the other captives go and run away.
  • Elijah Sanderson, one of the Lexington militiamen, is sent out, unarmed, as a scout, and is captured. Luckily he is in the same group of captives as Revere and is also let go. After telling the Lexingtonians what is going on he is so exhausted that he sits down next to the fireplace in the tavern and falls asleep, only waking up when the drum starts beating. Once he gets outside he realizes that he had never actually gone home to get his gun and so has to hide in the tavern during the battle.
  •  Joseph Warren somehow sneaks out of Boston to join the fighting and almost get himself killed. At one point a bullet whizzes by so closely it knocks a bobby pin out of his wig.
  • After the battle at the North Bridge in Concord a man named Elias Brown, who was mentally disabled and did not really comprehend what was happening, starts wandering through the crowd selling hard cider to the soldiers on both sides and getting everyone drunk.
  • A British officer named Jeremy Lister was not assigned to the expedition, but had volunteered when another officer said he was sick and couldn’t go. He is shot at Meriam’s Corner and the bullet shatters his elbow, leaving his arm immobile for the rest of his life. After he recovers he is informed the other officer had been faking it to get out of work. 
  • A British soldier and an American soldier have a standoff in front of a well when they show up at the same time to get a drink. Both men pull out a gun and fire a shot; both of them die.
  • Samuel Whittemore, an 80 year old man from Menotomy, hides behind a wall and starts picking off British soldiers with dueling pistols. Eventually one of them manages to get through, shoot him in the face, and bayonet him several times. Some friends find him several minutes later still trying to reload his gun. They drag him home kicking and screaming, assuming that he will be dead soon. He lives to be 98.
  • A woman in Lexington, Mary Sanderson, hides in the woods with her family and then comes home to find a half-conscious British soldier lying in her bed. When her husband Samuel gets home he finds Mary raining obscenities upon the poor injured man. Samuel tells her that if they didn’t give him some food he will never have the energy to leave, but the soldier is so terrified of Mary he refuses to eat, only taking the food after making Samuel eat it to make sure it wasn’t poisoned. 
bad habits (for a heartbreaker) (m) pt.1

Words: 18,139.
Genre: Smut, fluff + tattoo (kinda) soulmate au + messy love triangle.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Yoongi x Reader. 
Summary: “The world suddenly feels as if it’s closing in on you, crashing and burning and dragging you along with it, because you can’t be in love and yet you obviously are - and the mere thought is absolutely, undeniably frightening.”
A/N: Inspired by this and this submission and the songs bad habits by the kooks and how to be a heartbreaker by marina and the diamonds.

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Honestly I would love to play with the idea of Phoenix somehow observing or meeting Miles before their actual “reunion” in court, or at the very least before the Edgeworth vs State case. And by observing, I mean he witnessed the mistreatment Edgeworth was receiving from his mentor, Prosecutor von Karma, which would further solidify Phoenix’s resolve in saving his once best friend.

Phoenix just happens to be in that usually abandoned court library. Just happens to be hiding on the other side of a bookshelf as von Karma screams verbal abuse at Miles’ face. Just happens to overhear him call his once best friend a “worthless, pathetic man, who never deserved the ‘generosity’ that von Karma had provided him.”

Just so happens to witness von Karma slamming the handle of his cane into Miles’ face, causing the victim to stumble onto the ground, and walking off with a sneer on his face, almost as if he had wanted to spit on the poor boy, just to solidify the horrific act.

Phoenix watches as Miles sits on the ground and doesn’t get up. Stares at Miles, baffled, as the man clutches his injured cheekbone, not even shedding a tear, and doesn’t even bother standing up until an hour later, possibly longer than that. Watches as Miles stands there, waiting for his lips to stop trembling, before adjusting his clothing and walking away.

I just really want a fanfic where Phoenix’s opinion is ever so slightly changed after witnessing the conditions in which Miles lived with for the last 15 years.


A/N: I’m sorry. That’s all I have to say, lmao. Please don’t hate or kill me.

Summary: The Green Goblin uses you to hurt Peter.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

p.s. I was listening to this song while writing, so maybe you should listen to it too… I don’t know, man… Maybe…

You heard your window creak and you smiled, turning to face Spider-Man—or rather, Peter Parker, your boyfriend. The smile fell off of your face when you saw the menacing smile aimed at you. You lunged for your phone, which was resting in the middle of your bed. A second before you reached it, the man’s hand gripped your hair and yanked your entire body back, away from your phone.

There was a short struggle as you thrashed, trying to dislodge him, but then pain blossomed on the back of your head and your vision swam. You gasped for air and your knees gave out as everything went black.

When you woke up, you were laying on something hard and cold. Wind was whipping around you and your thoughts came rushing back into your mind all at once. Your eyes snapped open and you sat up, your heart leaping into your throat when you saw where you were.

You were sitting on top of a bridge.

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“Excuse Me”

Summary: Soulmate!AU where first words are tattooed on wrist- Y/N hates the words on her wrist knowing that she may never meet her true soulmate. If fate didn’t want to give her a perfect, neat, assured happy ending, then she would be sure to raise a little hell on her way there.

Pairing: Preserum!Steve x Reader 

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1895

Originally posted by yikesevans

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Dating would be like... | Leo Edition

I’m sorry I had to use this picture it’s too funny not to XD HE LOOKS SO HAPPY OK


  • Looks like he could kill you
  • is actually a cinnamon roll
  • which is something you will find out VERY soon
  • you asking him to sing a lullaby
  • and him being like “…😒”
  • but give him the puppy dog eyes and he’s a goner
  • v protective?
  • like, “dont touch my girl she’s mine”
  • you might have to tell him to relax sometimes
  • If you guys ever move in together
  • there will definitely be a cat around
  • or several
  • being mutual pillows
  • like one moment you’re sitting upright normally
  • and the next your head is on his shoulder and you’re sound asleep
  • and he’s just like sHIT WHAT DO I DO
  • so he takes a selca to remember the moment
  • that reminds me
  • will have OODLES of pictures of you on his phone
  • but will deny it to the day he dies
  • like you’re his lockscreen and his homescreen and you’re just like
  • “Taekwoon this is so cute awww!”
  • grabs his phone and hurls it across the room his face bright red before playfully tackling you
  • tickle fights
  • neck chops when he wants to scold you
  • but will then melt and hug you instead
  • once commenting that he looked really good in that choker from the Chained Up era ;)
  • and his face getting bright red and him just dying from embarrassment
  • “I’m just doing my job please jagi don’t embarrass me”
  • and you’re just like 😙
  • helping him fight off Hakyeon
  • legit you’ll distract N while Leo runs
  • and vice versa
  • but sometimes you’ll help Hakyeon attack Leo
  • which you’ll feel his betrayal later
  • His kisses would be sweet
  • at first he’d be afraid of hurting you and just want to take it slow?
  • but then once he gets comfortable around you you’ll discover the dork that is Jung Taekwoon

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I Can Be Sweet... Maybe? (Pete Dunne imagine)

I have a request for Pete Dunne! His girlfriend is a little depressed and he’s not sure what to do. Because he wants her happy, he will do whatever it takes. So he has to get in touch with his softer side.

Tag List (Tell me if you want to be tagged in my stuff): @flawlessglamazon @neeadinghugs @theelitevillian @hoodgirl163

Warnings: depression, cursing, eh, nothing else really

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“Luv, Tyler and Trent are here and they want to know if ya still up for the lunch ya set up a couple days ago.“ Pete grumbled as he leaned against the bedroom doorway. She waved a hand at him from where she laid on the bed where she had been all morning, not moving a single bone.

The blond sighed at his girlfriend’s response and turned on his heel,only to jerk backwards when he saw that his best friends was standing behind him, with their arms crossed over their chests, scowls painted on their faces. Pete rolled his eyes and asked,“Jesus, ya fuckin’ wankers gon’ drag ‘er out of bed?”

“Yep, and she isn’t gettin’ out of dis.” Tyler grumbled as he and Trent slid past Pete into the room before the youngest flopped onto the bed besidr her.

“Luv, what’s wrong? Ya never like dis.” Trent asked, stroking her hair after Pete walked into the living room. She turned to stare up at him with tears streaming down her face then she smiled weakly and answered, “I’m fine, I swear.”

“Darlin’, ya’re anything but fine. Was ’t Pete? I swear, I’ll rip his bloody head off!” Tyler swore,standing up to storm up to the always angry blond man, but he didn’t get far. Y/N grabbed his wrist and yanked him down onto the bed then declared,“Relax, you guys. I’m just… depressed. No big deal for you guys to throwing a fit over.”

Trent and Tyler shared identical looks then looked down at the poor girl in middle of them before kissed her hair stated we let you slip out dis one.“

“Thanks, Trent, I owe you one.” she murmured, laying her head back down on the pillow. Tyler covered her up then they headed out to where Pete was chilling in the recliner, stretched out in content before Trent reached up and shoved him backwards, Pete flailing as he shrieked a little.

“What da fuk!” Pete shouted, jerking up onto his feet. Tyler shook his head and Trent stated simply,“Ya stupid bastard.”

“What da hell did I do this time!?” Pete exclaimed, throwing his hands up. Tyler shushed him and motioned towards the front door then hissed,“ Let’s go grab lunch and we’ll explain.”

The three men known as British Strong Style walked into a Chinese restaurant then settled in a booth. Tyler turned to Pete and said,“She’s depressed,mate. Ya need to help ‘er.”

“What da fuk am I supposed ta do then?” Pete demanded, his regular sneer painted across his face. Trent shook his head and lowered his voice so no one would be interested in their converstation,“Ya help ‘er through it. Ya let her know how ya really feel about ‘er.”

“I usually show ‘er that I love ‘er through sex.” Pete grumbled, shrugging. Tyler shook his head and stated,“Nah,nah,nah, mate, ya gotta go at ’t from a different angle. A sweet one.

“Are ya fuckin’ tellin’ me that I gotta be… sweet?” Pete demanded. Trent chuckled and brushed his hair out of his face then replied,“Damn straight, ya fuckin’ bitch.”

“Shite, mate, I dunno if Pete Dunne has a sweet body in his body.” Tyler roared with laughter, his entire body shaking with the motion. Pete leveled Tyler with a dirty glare then growled,“What the fuk do ya know about bein’ sweet?”

“Pete, Tyler is a hellva lot sweeter than ya are. Maybe ya can take some advice from him.” Trent suggested, chuckling. Pete tapped his chin and grumbled,“Well, it’s betta than hunting down some fukhead to help me!”

Tyler cheered and leaned in close then begun giving advice to Pete. Granted, he rolled his eyes, but he took mental notes on every thing that Tyler said.

“Thanks, mate.” Pete grumbled before Tyler and Trent got in the car. Tyler nodded and shut the door before Pete turned on his heel and started his way up to the stairs, fingers tight around the carryout boxes and flowers in his hands.

When he steps into the apartment, it smelt like jasmine, which meant she was awake and possibly out of bed.

“Babe? I’m home!” he called out, shutting the door with his foot. Her head peeked out and he lost his breath. Even though she was dressed like she hadn’t showered in a couple of days, she still looked as stunning as ever.

“Hi,baby!” she chirped,kissing his cheek after he hid the flowers and food behind his back. He grinned at her then stated,“I-I have a surprise for you.”

Her eyes widened as he held up the flowers and set the food down on the counter then stated,“Luv, I know you’ve been sad lately and… and I want to help you through it. I may not be able to do a lot but I can sure as hell try. I’m here for you.“

She closed her eyes and sobbed, falling to her knees as she covered up her face then she murmured,"Pete-”

“No. No more pushin’ me away, luv. I’m here for ya. Ya and me, we’re together till da end of the line. I love ya,Y/N.” Pete said, sinking beside her. She cupped his cheeks and kissed his lips several times while murmuring she loves him so much. He gripped her chin then full on kissed her,tongue and all.

“Thank you for the flowers and food.” she laughed against his lips. He smirked and replied,“See, I can be sweet.”

Hot Coffee

Title: Hot Coffee

Human!Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 886

Warnings: Fluff. That’s it really.

A/N: This was written for @cas-is-my-hero’s 100 Follower Challenge! Congrats, my dear! My prompt was “Starbucks”. It’s kind of fluffy and nonsensical, but I’ve been in that kind of mood lately. Haha. And sorry it’s so short. But yeah, enjoy. <3 

You approached the cashier in the green apron and smiled. “Hi. May I please have a Grande Chai Tea Latte with soymilk? Hot, please.”

The woman nodded and scribbled onto the cup. “Your name?”

“Y/N. And I’m paying for whatever he wants too.” You pointed over to your boyfriend as he stared wide-eyed at the massive menu. “Cas?” You waved your hand in front of his face.

Cas’s gaze flicked over to you. It was the first time he had ever been into a coffee shop and actually ordered something. “I never knew that there were so many names for coffee.” He tilted his head as he studied the names. “What’s a Mak-k-i-hato?” He butchered the word, making you giggle.

“Don’t worry about it, Cas. Do you want coffee? Or I can order you a hot chocolate.” Your fingers threaded with his as you pulled him closer to the cashier. “There are people waiting behind us. I’ll help you choose.”

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Just a thing

Not totally comfortable tossing up the formatting as I have it- but I don’t feel like writing it properly either so- sorry but, enjoy anyway? Just a random thing I wrote on the fly to my mate for kicks.

Anna: “I always get my wife to shut up.”

Kristoff: “That doesn’t sound very healthy- shouldn’t you be better than that? I mean, you love her don’t you??”

Elsa walks into the room.

Anna: “Of course I love her!”

Elsa: “What’s going on…? Anna did you break something. Again.”

Kristoff is laughing.

Anna: “I resent that.”

Elsa: “Truth hurts, Snowflake.”

Anna’s red though it’s not fully clear if it’s from embarrassment or quiet anger, Kristoff laughs more.

Elsa: “So what did you break this time? Just because we are royalty doesn’t mean things don’t cost. This comes out of the people’s pockets after all.”

Anna: “I know that! I didn’t break anything this time. I SWEA- hmm… yeah. Wait! Uh. No. Okay. YEAH! I’d didn’t break anything this time. You judge too quickly; so much for the patience of a good queen.”

Elsa: “The very fact you had to second guess your own claims refutes your whole argument.”

Kristoff: “And the ice queen just burned you, Feisty.”

Anna: “I didn’t want to lie! I gave it serious thought.”

Elsa: “I commend your honest effort. But it doesn’t change the fact your argument is weak.”

Anna: “You’re definitely a queen.”

Elsa: “Oh? My ability to quickly discern the outcome of a conversation and defuse an argument before it can even begin?”

Anna: “No. Just the overwhelming fact that you are without a doubt a Royal Pain In The Ass.”

Kristoff: “And the fiery redhead scores. An even match. Who will win?”

Anna: “Shut up Kristoff.”

Kristoff: “I thought this whole thing was about how you could always get your doting wife to sh-”

Anna: “Tu-tu-tu-tu! Kristoff. I swear to god- finish that sentence and I will end you while Sven watches.”

Kristoff: “….Now that’s just awfully cold of you.”

Anna: “Don’t test me Reindeer Boy.”

Elsa: “What exactly did you prevent dear Kristoff from saying? Sweet. Heart.”

Anna: “….”

Elsa: “Anna.”

Anna: “Guy stuff. Nothing you’d care about.”

Elsa: “You’re a woman.”

Anna: “How anti-progressive of you.”

Elsa: “Anna!”

Anna: “Hear that Kristoff?”

Kristoff: “Is there anyone in the kingdom who HASN’T heard Elsa shout your name?”

Anna: “… That could be taken in so many ways.”

Kristoff: “It was meant to be.”

Elsa: “We are losing focus.”

Anna: “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Elsa: “I will freeze both of your nipples OFF if someone doesn’t talk straight with me right this instant.”

Kristoff and Anna share a look. Elsa sighs.

Elsa: “No smart ass comments to that. Seriously. What’s the big secret?”

Anna and Kristoff have a silent argument with their faces- growing more and more animalistic with the noises they start tossing out- limbs flying everywhere as Elsa stares partly annoyed. Elsa starts slowly growing more fascinated and confused by this, unheard of, primitive type of conversation.

Elsa: “Do.. Do you two actually understand what you’re saying to each other..?”

Anna and Kristoff acknowledge her with a quick wave before hopping up and down, grunting and making more animal sounds, slapping hands, their faces contorted.

Elsa: “… Just real quick- are either of you having a seizure? I will fetch Kai.”

Kristoff turns to his queen, opening his mouth before Anna tackles him, his head now locked in her arms as he tries to reach behind him- pulling on her pigtail. Anna bites his hand when it nears her mouth and he yelps.

Elsa: “Guys… Someone needs to say something here.”

Anna squeaks when Kristoff licks her arm. Quickly letting go in favor of rubbing it on his shirt, Kristoff rolls over onto his knees and pushes Anna off, she falling onto her back.

Kristoff: “She was saying how she can-”

Anna: “Not today Christopher!”

And she slams her foot into his jaw. Being a rough and tumble guy, he is barely fazed- though he does indeed get a mouthful of grass and dirt. Elsa is tapping her foot now.

Elsa: “I don’t have time for this you two. And this is no way for a Princess and our official ROYAL Ice harvester to behave. As your queen I demand you answer me at once and stop this foolishness.”

Anna is straddling Kristoff back again, her hands holding his straw colored hair as she fights to make him eat more dirt while tickling his sides and neck to weaken him.

Anna: “Give me liberty or give me death!”

Elsa furrows her brows.

Elsa: “Uh. Excuse me?”

Anna: “I will never surrender.”

Kristoff is laughing hard enough it has him in tears, Anna’s tickling certainly doing its job in subduing the larger man. Elsa has had it.

Elsa: “Anna, if you don’t get off that poor man and talk to me like the adult you are I swear- I will feign being ill and force you to take MY half of the duties, including the more excruciating, dull, repetitive parts, for a MONTH.”

Anna jumps to her feet, poor Kristoff sprawled on the ground, his life force all be drained. Had he a flag, he would wave it. But. He was a strong man, and he too would die fighting.

Kristoff: “Anna said she can make you shut up whenever she wants!”

Anna stomps her foot as Elsa’s face grows dark.

Anna: “I said make her shut up– ah. Wait.”

Elsa: “So you thought to disrespect your WIFE. And you thought you would get away with it? Your little ‘guys talk’?”

Anna pales.

Anna: “Wait Sweetie. You’re largely misunderstanding.”

Elsa: “Am I now? Why not tell me to shut up. Seems you have that power.”

Anna: “I worded it badly! You’re misunderstanding it!”

Elsa: “What am I misunderstanding!? You had a goal with that line?”

Anna: “Erm. Well I- it’s not what you think. Honest.”

Elsa: “No. No go ahead. Prove it. Show me what you meant.”

Anna: “Elsa…”

Elsa walks up to get into Anna’s face.

Elsa: “Go ahead. Tell me. Let me hear it. Plead your case to your sovereign. To your sister. Your best friend. Your WIFE.”

Anna looks around.

Anna: “Elsa you don’t-”

Elsa: “Anna you have until I count to te-”

Anna presses her lips harder into Elsa’s. Elsa goes to protest the sudden kiss but Anna merely slips a hand behind Elsa’s head, tangling her fingers into the thick, blonde braid. The ice queens eyes grow large as Anna unabashedly presses their bodies together, Anna’s tongue slipping through the moment she could, teasing. Elsa’s fight leaves her as Anna grows more feverish, hands roaming, kneading. Seconds pass by, the two woman making out in the middle of the courtyard, Kristoff retrieving his beanie only to turn around and gawk, slowly lowering his hat and holding it before his crotch. Anna finally pulls away from the heated kiss. Backing away enough to start a staring contest with Elsa, they all remain silent. It remains quiet for a bit before Anna says, her voice just a tiny bit lower than normal.

Anna: “There. I proved my point to both of you.”

Both blondes stare at Anna. Anna’s gaze flicks between both of them, her brow arching at she notices Kristoff holding and not wearing his hat.

Anna: “Kristoff, why are you-”

Kristoff: “Mind Your Own Business!!”

He is flushed red. Anna peeks up at her sister. Elsa is thinking hard enough for steam to roll out her ears. Anna smiles and tucks some hair behind her ear.

Anna: “See? I told you. I can make you shut up whenever I want.”

Elsa stiffens, red, and turns around and awkwardly marches straight back to the castle without a word. Anna puffs her chest out with pride and pats Kristoff’s shoulder- who flinches and quickly begins walking in another direction.

Anna: “Where are you going?”

Kristoff: “Probably to a similar place as our Queen.”

Anna tilts her head.

Kristoff: “Anywhere away from you… and with a cold shower.”

Les Amis de L'ABC (& co.) as shit my friends and I have (sadly) actually said
  • Enjolras: I don't have time for any of their heterosexual bullshit--I've got a revolution to run.
  • Grantaire: Excuse you, I take my job as the local cynic of this socialist club very seriously.
  • Jehan: Of course the skull is a year-round decoration??? What else am I supposed to quote Shakespeare to?!?!
  • Bossuet: If you fall off a bike, apparently it's a bad idea to catch yourself with your face.
  • Bahorel: I'll wait for you until the end... Or till I get hungry.
  • Feuilly: It was like being poor and surrounded by very rich people joking about the economy.
  • Joly: I don't have enough contact with people to catch mumps. Who do you think I am, some sort of social person???
  • Combeferre: I learned how to sign "I am Moth-man" in ASL.
  • Courfreyac: Instead of getting furniture for our apartment next year, we should just turn the living room into a giant blanket fort.
  • Cosette: The small, tail-less squirrel needs to be protected and I have adopted him as our new son.
  • Marius: The vending machine accidentally gave me two chocolate bars instead of one and I was like "sweet, two chocolate bars," but then this cute girl walked by and I panicked, so I threw one away so she wouldn't think I was fat.
  • Eponine: The dude was like "I'm not gonna take a bite out of a stick of butter!!!" so a bunch of other guys started telling him "man up" and "don't be such a girl" so I took the stick of butter from his hands and told them all "girls can do anything guys can, so screw your gender-norms and patriarchal society" and then I took a bite out of the butter.

anonymous asked:

Akashi is jealous so he "punishes" Furi?

Akashi would never! But, since the “punishes” is in quotes, I can think of something he might do…

Furihata knew something was bothering his husband. He’d known the other man long enough to pick up on certain things: the slight clench of his jaw between words, the way his left eyebrow twitched just a little bit, and how he was very much doing everything in his power to avoid eye contact.


“Did you have a good time tonight, Kouki?” he interrupted, removing his coat and handing it to a member of their staff.

They’d just gotten home after a rather exuberant party thrown by Akashi’s father. It was a usual occurrence, but there was something different about tonight. Typically, Akashi was the one surrounded by fans and admirers, hangers on and socialites hoping for a bit of his wealth and good fortune to rub off on them.

But tonight there was another man drawing attention. And Furihata couldn’t blame the others for gathering around him. He was the son of one of the Akashi Corporation’s business partners. He was tall, kind, witty, tall. Like, really tall.

And that was saying something, considering the people with whom Furihata normally associated.

Alright, so maybe he wasn’t Murasakibara tall, but he was definitely up there. And it turned out, as Furihata found out later, that he and Akashi had attended primary school together.

He was nice and friendly. And very handsome. And Akashi was busy speaking with some of his employees, so Furihata didn’t see the harm in chatting with the man.

Of course, it turned out he was funny, too. And Furihata found himself laughing at the other’s jokes. So hard, in fact, that he didn’t notice Akashi trying to catch his eye. Or walking over toward them. Or calling his name.

“Oh, give him some space, Seijuurou,” the man had said, playfully nudging Akashi’s shoulder. “You’re smothering the poor guy.”

Furihata watched as several emotions washed over his husband’s face. First shock, then anger, then hurt, before they were all covered up behind a cold mask of indifference.

And that was the last Akashi had spoken to him until they arrived home. He’d even gone as far as to excuse himself and mingle with other guests at the party after the man mentioned how he was, “as stuffy as ever.”

But now they were home. Furihata struggled to get his jacket off before following Akashi up the stairs. His husband didn’t seem keen on waiting for him.

“Sei!” he called, nearly tripping when he missed a step. “Sei, wait.”

“Forgive me, Kouki,” he said, still facing away at the top of the stairs. “Socializing was particularly taxing this evening and I’d like to retire now.”


“If you don’t mind, I believe I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom tonight.” And with a curt nod, he turned left and made his way down the hallway.

Now, the old Furihata would have let him go and spent the rest of the night wondering what he could do to fix this. The old Furihata would have doubted himself. He would have crawled into their bed and cried himself to sleep.

But they’d been married almost three years now and he wasn’t the old Furihata anymore.

“Sei, stop!” he commanded, climbing the remaining stairs and clenching his fists at his sides. He strode over to Akashi, reaching him just as his husband faced his direction.


“No,” he said, drawing his brows down. “Don’t hide from me, Sei.”

Crimson eyes widened before softening. “Kouki…”

“Come to bed,” he ordered, turning on his heel and marching toward their bedroom. “Um…please,” he added and then opened the door.

Akashi obeyed, following him inside and clicking the door shut behind him. “Kouki-”

“Kiss me,” Furihata said, voice shaking a bit as he stepped further out of his comfort zone. Akashi wasn’t the type to be commanded. He was to be obeyed. He was absolute. 

A tingle of excitement made its way up Furihata’s spine as Akashi closed the distance between them and cupped his cheeks, leaning just close enough that their noses brushed.

Furihata closed his eyes and braced himself, but he melted at the warmth of his husband’s lips against his. But the kiss was short and his lids fluttered open when Akashi pulled away.

“Now,” he began, voice still a little shaky. “What’s wrong?”

Akashi sighed, a gentle smile curving his lips. “You know me too well, Kouki.”

“Sei, please.” Furihata ducked his head. “Anyone would have picked up on it.”

“Perhaps stating that I was going to sleep in the guest bedroom was a bit melodramatic and obvious on my part.” Akashi leaned forward, pressing his forehead to Furihata’s. “Kouki,” he began. “Am I stuffy?”

Furihata chuckled and shook his head, Akashi’s bangs tickling the bridge of his nose. “Not at all,” he promised. “You’re the least stuffy CEO in all of Japan.”

“You think so?” he breathed, one hand caressing Furihata’s jaw and the other moving lower to rest on his hip.

“I know so,” he swore.

“And I’m not…smothering you?” he asked and Furihata grinned, reaching down to place his hand over Akashi’s. Slyly, he moved it so his husband’s palm was flat against his backside.

“Not in a way I don’t like,” he teased, tilting his head to steal another quick kiss.

“Kouki…” Akashi’s voice was low, the tone sending a delicious shiver up Furihata’s spine. 

“Your friend was interesting,” he mused, feeling as though he could push just a little bit further. “I think he was flirting with me.”

“Kouki…” This time it was a warning.

“Oh, don’t worry, Sei.” He pressed forward, enjoying the way his husband gave his behind a little squeeze. “I only have eyes for you.”

And before Furihata realized what was happening, he was thrown over Akashi’s shoulder, carried across the room, and then flung onto the bed.

“Sei…!” he gasped between giggles. “What are you doing?”

Akashi climbed onto the bed, slinking like a predator stalking its prey. He caged Furihata with his arms and then smirked, his crimson eyes flashing. “Making sure those eyes of yours keep looking only at me.”

Dun dun dun~ TBC? Maybe? Does anyone want to read more?

Thanks for the ask, Anon! It’s been a while since I’ve written AkaFuri~♥

Losing Sleep

Summary: Dean has been in love with the reader since he was a teenager, and is forced to confess his feelings when a guy at a bar gets handsy with the reader.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader; platonic Sam x Reader

Word Count: 904 (with lyrics)

Genre: Fluff, angst, implied smut

Rating: T for language and adult content

Warnings: Unwanted advances, canon-typical violence.

Author’s Note: Written for @waywardmoeyy’s Moeyy’s 600 Follower Not-So-Challenging Challenge! The song I chose was “Losing Sleep” by Chris Young, which you can listen to here. I have included the chorus, which was the inspiration for this fic. I really had fun with this one! Enjoy!

Originally posted by jichangswooks

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Similar In Scars

Chibs imagine based off the request;

“I was thinking an imagine where the reader works at chibs favorite diner. She has major facial scaring because of an incident with a nasty ex. She doesnt know the reason he comes in every day is just to see her. One day he hears a few male customers talking about her making her cry. He takes care of them. Confesses his feelings and takes her home maybe end it with some smut??”

It was like clockwork.

Seven thirty seven every evening. The same man. The same booth. The same black coffee and the same dreamy smile.

He’s been in everyday over the past two weeks, and he stays until you clock off, wishing you a safe drive home and going his way as you go yours.

But you’re not an idiot. You see the MC branding on his jacket, you know what sort of life he has. The life of drugs and crime, killing and slaughtering, but also the kind of life where loyalty is at its strongest. Where everybody protects one another, loves one another. The kind of thing you’ve never had but always yerned for.

You can’t lie, the Scotsman intrigues you. The scars on his face, similar to your own, the mysterious aura he carries around with him, the beauty of him that you find so alluring yet you’re unsure to as why. You’re supposed to be scared, run away from the dangerous gang member and never look back. But you couldn’t.

Today it was Friday, and you couldn’t wait to spend the whole weekend relaxing. The thought of wine, films and food made you want to throw off your apron and leave right now. Shaking your head, you look at the clock. Only two hours left of your shift.

The door chimes, the familiar figure walking in. He takes off his glasses, folding them up and putting them in his pocket as he walks to the booth in the corner. The same booth as always. You roll your eyes, smiling to yourself as you watch him get settled.

It was a pretty quiet night, people probably getting ready to go out drinking and dancing rather than coming to a lonely diner just off the highway. There is a young couple to the right of the place, maybe eighteen, wrapped up in each other in a small booth, a table of three men talking loudly in the other direction. Other than that, and Chibs of course, it was empty.

Walking over to the regular customer, you open your notepad, getting ready to jot down his order. The process was unnecessary, his choice probably being the same as always.

“Welcome to Sal’s Diner. My name is (Y/N) and I’ll be your server today. Are you ready to order?” You spew off the familiar opening lines, Chibs smiling as he knows you have no choice, your boss perched just behind the bar.

Of course he knows your name, it’s been brandished in his brain since the day he came in here, spotted it on the way back from a run and decided to pop in for a break.

“Come on, lass. You should know what I have by now.“ He teases, grinning to let you know he’s joking. You roll your eyes, not being able to control your smile.

“You know it’s protocol, Chibs, you’re no different from anybody else.” You flirt, him raising his eyebrow in question. “But let me think. Black coffee, two sugars?”

He folds his hands in front of him, nodding to let you know you’re correct. As you’re jotting it down, you hear one of the men from a few tables away whistle.

You look up at the customer, your forehead scrunching. Was he seriously whistling to get your attention? What are you, a dog? Rolling your eyes, you look back at Chibs.

“I’ll be back with your coffee in a few minutes.” You smile, his gaze harsh on the men, before he turns back to you. You walk away, heading towards the rowdy group.

“Can I get you anything?” You force a fake smile onto your lips, even when the men nudge each other and whisper, laughing quietly to each other. They stare at you, your cheeks burning as you realise they’re laughing at your scars. Your stomach burns in anger, your eyes threatening to fill up with tears.

If only you weren’t in work, you would’ve gave these bastards a piece of your mind. But with your boss hanging over your shoulder, and your bills calling in the back of your mind, you will yourself to be calm.

“Nah, we’re good.” The dude who whistled says, trying to contain his sniggers. You glare at him, spinning around on your heel to go to the bathroom.

Staring in the mirror, you lightly trace the permanent lines on your face. The one above your eyebrow, the one linking your ear to your lip, and the one just under your eye. The marks are rough, jagged, sunken in, and angry.

Closing your eyes, you tilt your head back, trying to keep the tears at bay. You take deep breaths, the feeling of the knife ripping in to your skin so fresh, even though it happened over 2 years ago.

A relationship that started out so beautiful, so wonderful, yet ended so horribly, so life changing. Stop it, you tell yourself, shaking your head as if it would free you from your mind set.

Looking at yourself, you dab under your eyes, trying to smile at yourself in encouragement. You can do this.

Chibs watches you enter the bathroom, his fists tightening. He witnessed the whole encounter, his blood was boiling at how these pricks had treated you.

He watches as they get up, laughing amongst each other. They each throw a few bills down onto the table, walking past him towards the entrance.

“Damn, she’s ugly as fuck.” The ringleader says, his friends agreeing. He listens for the chime of the door, before sliding out of his seat and heading in the same direction of the men.

Once outside, he sees them leaning on the wall at the back of the diner, smoking and chatting. They looked in their late twenties, but Chibs didn’t give a fuck anyway.

“Oi, shithead.” He walks up to the men, their gazes turning to the angry biker walking up to them. He reaches them, seeing the fear in their eyes. Chibs smiles sadistically to himself, enjoying the effect he has on them.

“Can we help you, old man?” The main one asks, laughing and looking to his friends for back up, but they stay quiet, looking down at the floor. The ringleader looks lost, gulping.

“Aye, you can start by losing the fuckin’ attitude.” Chibs demands sharply, getting in the man’s face, the two of them about the same height. “Does it make you feel tough, picking on a lass? Get you going?” He asks, grabbing the man’s crotch in his hand and squeezing.

The man immediately groans, curling over in pain. He tries to pull Chibs’ hand off his crown jewels, only making Chibs squeeze harder in response.

“Now, if you wanna give some poor wench a wee bairn someday, I suggest you go in there and apologise.“ He twists his hand, the man squealing in pain. “And you better mean it.”

“Alright man! I will, just let go.” The man manages to wheeze out the words, Chibs continuing to hold for a second, before he let’s go. The man falls over in pain, covering his junk with his hand, rolling from side to side and moaning. Chibs spits on him, turning to walk back into the diner.

He slides back into the booth, his timing perfect as he sees you walking into the kitchen.

Walking out of the bathroom you go to kitchen making a black coffee two sugars and carrying it out.

“Your coffee.“ You gently place the cup down on the table, Chibs looking up from his newspaper to look at you. “You sure I can’t tempt you to try one of our famous pies?” You try to joke, your mood a lot more sad than it was before.

Before Chibs gets a chance to respond, the door chime goes off, your eyes widening as you see the three men from before coming in. Probably here to take the piss some more, you think.

You look at the main man, confusion hitting you as you see him cradling his crotch like it was going to fall off. They walk towards you, eyeing Chibs nervously.

“We wanted to say sorry for earlier.” The main one says as he reaches you, his body slightly bent over. “We’re sorry for being disrespectful, we’re just a group of pathetic lowlives.” Another man chimes in, not giving you eye contact.

You raise your eyebrow, confused as to why they’ve suddenly come back to apologise. You look at the men closely, their eyes shifting quickly to the Scotsman before looking back down again.

You look at Chibs, him taking sips of his coffee as he watches the men menicingly. Did this have something to do with him? Your heart warms at the idea, your brain telling you not to get ahead of yourself.

“Erm, thanks I guess.” You say, the men nodding and practically running out of the place. You look back at Chibs in question, his expression giving nothing away as he meets your gaze, a gleaming twinkle in his eye.

“Enjoy your coffee. Just give me a shout if you need anything else.” You turn away from the table, walking to serve a woman and a little girl who have just came in.

As you recite your familiar lines, your mind is elsewhere, thinking about the biker across the room.

Walking out of the diner, your shift finally at an end, you rustle around in your bag for your car keys. Managing to find them, you get into your car, putting on your seat belt and starting the ignition.

Well, trying to start the ignition. Today just wasn’t your day, it seems, your car deciding to splutter and choke instead of actually working.

Groaning, you slouch in your seat, sighing deeply. Could this day get any worse?

You almost jump out of your skin when there is a knock at your window. You see Chibs on the other side, chuckling slightly at your fright. Blushing in embarrassment, you open the door, stepping out of the car.

“Jesus, Chibs. You scared me half to death.” You hold a hand to your chest, trying to calm down your racing heart. He smirks at you, his face glowing under the beam of the street lamp. “I thought you’d already left.”

“I was just having a smoke. Good job I was, your motor giving you trouble?” He asks, his hands in his pockets. You smile sheepishly at him, nodding as you run your fingers through your hair.

“Yeah, I’m not sure what’s wrong with it. The engine keeps turning over when I try to start it. I’m just gonna call my brother to come pick me up and I’ll get it towed tomorrow.” You lean into your car, grabbing your bag from the passenger seat. Chibs feels his pants tighten as you bend, your ass plump and round in your jeans.

“Don’t be daft, I’ll give you a ride. I work at a garage, I’ll have someone come get it, it’ll be fixed up by tomorrow.” Grabbing your phone and your keys before pushing the bag under the seat, you lock the car, turning to him.

“You don’t have to do that, I’m sure you’ve got better things to be doing on a Friday night. I’ll be fine.” You insist, even though you really want to take him up on his offer.

“I wasn’t askin’, lass. Come on.” You shiver, his voice holding a hint of dominance. He starts to walk before you can reply, so you just follow him.

As you reach his bike, your heart stops. You’d never been on a bike before, but not wanting to seem like a wuss, you take the helmet he offers you and slide it on your head.

He does the same, before mounting the bike and gesturing you to get on. You put one leg over the bike, sitting down, not really being sure where to hold.

“You might wanna hold on to me, sweetheart, unless you wanna fly off.” You laugh, cautiously sliding your arms around his waist and holding on.

You can feel the heat of his boduy through his kutte, as you inhale the scent of him. Aftershave and smoke, just what you imagined. It was as intoxicating as he was, your mind foggy due to your close proximity.

“Where am I heading?” He asks, revving the engine. You tell him your address, holding on to him securely as you pull off.

Pulling up to your house, you step off the bike. Chibs kills the engine and does the same, running his fingers through his helmet hair. You take off your own helmet, handing it to him smiling.

“Thank you, Chibs.” You tell him, his fingers brushing yours as he takes the helmet from you. You feel a jolt of electricity shoot through your body, his touch igniting flames within you.

“It’s no problem, love.” His voice is quiet as he looks at you, the tension between the two of you evident.

Biting the bullet, you shove your nerves to the bottom of your stomach. “You wanna come in for a drink or something?” You slap yourself internally as soon as you ask, you’ve probably burdened him enough tonight.

“Sure.” He accepts, your heart skipping a beat as he does. You smile, turning to walk up your path. He falls into step behind you, your hands fiddling with your keys once you reach the door.

Once you’ve unlocked the door, you step in, holding the door open for your guest. Locking it behind him, you turn on the lights, telling him to take a seat in the living room and make himself comfortable.

You go into the kitchen, your hands shaking slightly as you grab two glasses. Butterflies are swarming madly in your stomach, your throat closing up with nerves. You tell yourself to calm down, pouring some wine into the two glasses.

“I wasn’t sure what you wanted to drink, so I poured some wine. I’ve got tea or coffee if you want one of those instead, don’t want to encourage drinking and driving.” You walk into the living room, him sitting on the couch, his jacket laying on the table.

“I can handle my liquor, lass, don’t worry about me.” He takes the wine glass from you, taking a sip as you sit down next to him.

You curl your feet up under you, your trainers discarded on the floor. “Can I ask you something?” He turns to you, nodding as he takes another taste of his drink.

“I could be completely off the mark here, and it might just be me thinking things but I have to ask or else it’ll drive me crazy.” You laugh nervously, looking down into your glass. “Did you say something to those guys earlier? The ones at the diner?”

Your question throws him off, him placing his wine glass on the table and sighing. He doesn’t know whether to be honest with you, as he doesn’t want to come on too strong or scare you away. But this is who he is, and he doesn’t want to lie about that.

“Aye, I might’ve spoken to them. Is that a problem?” He asks, his defence already up. He’s grew up surrounded by criticism and judgement, so as soon as anybody questions him, he’s immediately on the defensive.

He doesn’t know what to say when you smile at him, your beautiful eyes softening.

“You didn’t have to. I mean I’m thankful that you did, and it means a lot,” you ramble, pushing a hair behind your ear, “but I didn’t expect you to, you didn’t have to.”

“Listen, I know what it’s like to have people look at you different, whisper whenever they see that your skin has a few more marks than theirs.” Your heart warms as he opens up to you, your attention completely on him.

“But I just want you to know, I think you’re stunnin’, scars and all. Just don’t want horrible bastards making you doubt it.” A crease forms on his forehead as he talks, him wishing he would’ve done more to the men than just hurting his baby maker.

You watch him, his gaze drifting behind you before he meets your eyes. Tears are brimming the surface, your body tingling as you take in his words. Placing your glass on the table, you slide slightly closer to him.

You see his gaze flicker to your lips, your face near his as you admire it from this closer distance. The wrinkles around his eyes, his pink lips, the faded yet visible scars that adorn his cheeks.

Throwing caution into the wind, you slowly start to move in, not wanting to move too fast and ruin the moment.

You close your eyes, your lips touching his, just resting there. He makes no move to reciprocate, so you start to pull away, embarrassed.

However, he kicks into gear, his hand sliding into your hair as he pulls you towards him, locking his lips with yours. The kiss is deep, slow, both of you gently caressing the other as if they would break.

His tongue slips into your mouth, massaging softly as he explores the new territory. You pull away slightly, biting on his lower lip teasingly.

He pulls your hair lightly, a small groan leaving his lips as the kiss gets more heated. You straddle his lap, your hands moving to his hair as his settle on your hips.

Biting and sucking, the kiss is fiery, fierce, hot. The opposite of what it was a couple minutes ago, but neither one of you is complaining. His hands move to your ass, a palm on each cheek as he squeezes, rolling your hips onto his prominent bulge.

He watches you as you take control, grinding onto him as your eyes close in pleasure. Your core is throbbing, your panties already wet. He feels so good as you move onto him, his hands slipping under your jeans to feel your ass with no barrier.

Your cheeks are soft under his hands, him pulling them apart as you roll, the feeling making you moan. The noise makes him crazy, his own crotch aching for some attention.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks, his lips peppering kisses on your neck. Your nod of consent is all he needs as you’re suddenly picked up, your lips latching back onto his.

He carries you towards the staircase, slamming you against the hallway wall. He places you down, deciding he’s not going to make it to the bedroom without ripping your clothes off.

He quickly goes to work on his jeans, undoing them just enough to pull his hard cock out of his jeans. Your eyes widen at the sight of it, it being bigger than anyone you’ve been with.

His hands pull down your jeans quickly, your feet kicking them off and across the room. Your hands pull him by the shirt, your lips hovering over his as he pulls your thong to the side desperately.

The air is knocked out of you as he slides in, your wet, warm walls stretching to accommodate him. You squeeze the fabric between your fist, your head dropping back as you wince in slight pain. It’s been a while, but damn he feels good.

He gives you a minute to relax around him, his cock pulsing inside you. He pulls out completely, sinking back into you as he places his hands on the wall beside your head. His eyes are locked on yours, his gaze so intense that you almost come right there.

He starts to fuck you, your back slamming against the wall as he drives deeply, in and out. You’re a moaning mess, his movements undoing you bit by bit. The whole thing is so erotic, so hungry as he takes you against the wall, the neighbours probably being able to hear your shouts of pleasure.

His mouth covers yours, your lips slightly sucking on his tongue, a deep moan leaving him as he ferociously drills you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You never wanted it to end, the feeling of him inside you being one you would happily feel for the rest of your life, but you knew your orgasm was fast approaching.

“Fuck. Tell me how it feels, (Y/N). Tell me.” He pleads to you, his thrusts slowing down, destroying you just as wonderfully as before.

“You feel so good inside me, Chibs. Oh god, right there.” Panting, you squeeze your eyes shut as he hits your gspot, his cock perfectly hitting it everytime he slips back into you.

“I’m gonna come.” He manages to force out the words, the rasp and desperation in his voice making you reach breaking point, your orgasm hitting you as you scream. The pleasure is so intense, so powerful, that your eyes close, not being able to keep them open.

Your high drives his, his cock tensing before you feel his juices shoot inside of you, his teeth biting into your shoulder as he comes, his lips suckling the mark he’s left.

He pulls out of you, your body feeling empty as you feel the mix of your juices start to drip down your thigh.

“Jesus Christ.” He utters, his hand wiping his forehead as he pulls up his boxers and jeans. He disappears for a second, returning with his kutte. He moves back to you, grabbing your face as he kisses you deeply, your body tired as you manage to kiss him back, still reeling from your orgasm.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Your face is still in his hand as he looks into your eyes. You nod sleepily, his lips curling into a smile as he kisses your forehead.

And like that, he’s gone. You slide down the wall, your heart rate finally slowing down as you try to understand what just happened. You smile to yourself, deciding that whatever did just happen, you’re more than happy for it to happen again.

Originally posted by chineserock

A/N - Hey guys! I loved writing this, and if I do say so myself it got me hot afffff, damn!!! Feel free to request, my ask is always open :) until next time! Xxxx

The signs when embarrased

Aries: Will fight whoever caused their embarrasment.

Taurus: If you make a taurus embarrased, you better be prepared to apologize. Cause they ain’t gonna be happy.

Gemini:  Has no shame in anything, and laughs at you. 

Cancer: Blushes like crazy, POOR BABY.

Leo: It’s hard to make a leo embarassed. But embarassment hurts their ego, please try to avoid this.

Virgo: They blush and leave the situation. They will probs ignore you after too. 

Libra:  Their face will turn tomato red, but they do forgive you almost instantly.

Scorpio: They don’t get “embarrased.” 

Sagittarius: They laugh it off tbh.

Capricorn: Embarassing a capricorn is like embarassing an adult. It’s a bad idea.

Aquarius: They don’t give a fuck. Literally cannot get more chill than this. 

Pisces: Used to embarassment, but OH man do they react. Might cry.

Lost at Sea


Lucy, you’re gonna be so mad when we’re back, but maybe knowing I’m keeping this daily just for you will make it all better.

Alex was right, I’m actually a natural sailor. Luke’s already ate shit on the deck twice, his face is all banged up because he doesn’t have his sea legs. Better than poor Jake already though. He’s been barfing below deck this whole time. Fucking gross.

But oh man, once the heat dies down at home, we’ll be back, and we’re gonna be so rich. It’ll all be worth it babe. All worth it.

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Therapy pt 1

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 (final)

REQUEST: Helloo can i request for a story (it can be a one shot, a drabble or a long chapter ff its up to you) of AU! Semi canon Yoongi falls in love with his psychiatric that helped him going through his dark days? If i can add an addition he started to fall in love w/her the first time she helped him cure his mental health but he didn’t have the gut to admit it at that time and he was busy being a trainee to even have a relationship so he kept the feeling for himself only. and like 11 years later they accidentally met and he is now laid back and able to manage a relationship and the girl is having trouble forgetting her ex because he cheat on her on their 1000days anniv and it was d-2 b4 her mother died so it’s her that feeling down now but she manage to be strong in front of people. and yoongi is the one who helps her going through all this.

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: You were there for him when he needed you, but now it seemed like the tables have turned.

Word Count: 7187

Originally posted by ttaegiis

“Oh, Jungkooookie-aaaah…ish t-that you?” Taehyung stumbled out of the bar with Jungkook and Jimin who struggled to guide him through the door mostly because he was flailing his arms about,

“Hyung watch it!” The older was flushed, his boxy smile overtook his face. He turned to Jimin,

“Jiminie! Aww, cute Jiminie…you’re so schmol…and c-cute…” Taehyung pinched Jimin’s cheek and Jungkook was struggling to stifle back his laughter. Jimin, on the other hand, was very irritated,

“Who was it that allowed Taehyung to drink today, huh?” 

Jin managed to hail a cab for the maknae line, “The stairs are steep so you guys make sure to get him to your apartment safely.”  They nodded as they stuffed the drunken boy into the car. 

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anonymous asked:

Something where Graves is super protective. You're wearing a dress that he knows will make people hit on you, and so he decides to go with you ends up getting jealous and just picks you up( like In fright night 2011, with the club scene) Like the imaginyou imagine- just extended (English is not my first languege but im excited to see what you can do to my fav Character- greetings from Spain <3 )

Hi lovely! Firstly, wow! A reader from Spain! I’m really excited! Hi from Malaysia! Sorry for the delay in getting this story done, I apparently have problem writing anything that’s not angst. I tried to do my best to recreate the club scene from Fright Night and I hope this is what you had in mind! 

Warning: This story contains mature content and some coarse language.

“You’re not going.”

You rolled your eyes, head still hidden away in the massive oak wardrobe you shared as you try to find your favourite pair of shoes, the ones you wear only when you’re trying to look your best.

Finally finding them from amongst the organised chaos of the wardrobe, you huffed and pushed back your curled hair. You threw a retort over your shoulder even as you slip on your heels, wobbling briefly as you tried to find your balance. “I’ll be with my old friends Percival, and besides, I did ask you to come with me, but you’re the one who decided that you were, I quote, “far too old for such nonsense”.” You paused to admire your figure in the full length mirror and smiled when you noticed Percival’s dark gaze on you; you made the right choice wearing this dress tonight. Honestly though, it wasn’t anything too provocative; if anything, it was rather proper and covered everything it should, although it did a beautiful job of accentuating everything you (and he) loved about your body. The burgundy dress fell just above your knees, and the gorgeous scalloped neckline showed off your delicate collarbones.

Pouting slightly, you sauntered over to your sullen lover and wrapped your arms around his neck. Almost automatically, his arms encircled your waist and you leaned into his solid embrace, enjoying the small moment of intimacy. “Darling, it’s not like we’re going to one of those shabby No-Maj clubs, I promise I’ll be fine. I’ll even be back before midnight, so there’s nothing for you to be worried about.” He sighed and pushed a loose strand of hair away from your face, “It’s not your safety I’m worried about, I know you can take care of yourself. It’s just,” he gestured exasperatedly at you, “look at you! I don’t want other men staring at you like you’re some piece of meat when you’re mine-” Placing a finger against his lips, you cut off any of his forthcoming protests. You peppered light kisses along his jaw, “If you don’t want men ogling at me, all you have to do is come with me.” A groan escaped the formidable Auror’s lips, and you grinned triumphantly, knowing he’d give in. Five minutes later, the two of you Apparated to the wizarding pub where you would be meeting your old friends from Hogwarts.

Percival chuckled as he listened to Emmaline, your Ravenclaw best friend who got a job as a Potion Master’s assistant upon graduating, animatedly recounting all the times you got everyone in trouble whilst in school. You buried your face in his shoulder in embarrassment as you endured the good-natured ribbing at your past as a troublemaker, but secretly you were thrilled that your lover was getting along so well with your friends. These were people who stayed up late at night with you, trying to finish last minute assignments, they were the people who comforted you through your first breakup and who you confided in when you finally had your first kiss in your sixth year. You had missed them terribly after you moved to America, and while communication between the lot of you was sporadic and not as often as you had initially hoped it would be, the bond was still there, as evidenced by the squeals and hugs and crying that greeted you when you saw them upon your arrival.

Percival initially intimidated your group of friends, what with his serious demeanour and the regal way he held himself, even when not at work. But your friends quickly got over his scary appearance and treated him as their own; it helped that Percival had a very sharp, dry wit that delighted them. Also, the man could hold his liquor, which immediately won him points in his favour. The hours passed easily, filled with easy camaraderie and joviality and Percival found himself enjoying the company of your friends, who obviously meant a lot to you. The night couldn’t have gone any better, and you were glad to have been able to spend it with the people closest to your heart.

Everything however, went downhill when Percival excused himself to use the gents’. You went to the bar to get some more drinks because you were the only one who could still walk without falling over (you were a lightweight, so you watched the amount of alcohol you consumed. You didn’t want to have to deal with Apparating whilst drunk; that was one messy experience you didn’t want to have to go through again), and you were immediately accosted by a drunken boar of a man, whom you recognised as a petty thief whom you and your colleagues at MACUSA have apprehended more than a few times. He either didn’t recognise you, or he was far too drunk to care that he was hitting on an Auror who had once been responsible for him being in jail; one who was engaged to the Director of Magical Security, no less.

“Hey doll, fancy lettin’ a real man show ya how to have a good time?” You shuddered when he winked sloppily at you, you couldn’t believe he actually thought he looked attractive doing that eye twitch. Ignoring him, you took your drinks and made to move around him, but the drunkard placed his meaty hand on your arm, his fingers clumsily trying to trail a path. You glared at him and bared your teeth, “Get your hand off me dumbass, or you’ll be seeing the bars of a cell tonight.” It infuriated you that the man only laughed and proceeded to tug you over to him, catching you off guard as you lost your balance momentarily and stumbled. You cried out when your drinks fell to the floor, the liquid splashing onto your feet and the floor. Turning to acquaint his face with your fist, you were instead unpleasantly surprised by his trout-like lips on yours, and oh god was that tongue?!

Before you could hex the bejeezus out of the poor excuse of a man, he was suddenly pulled away from you, and you gasped in delight when you saw your Percival throw a punch straight at his face, effectively knocking him out. Your friends were standing behind Percival, confusion at the situation plainly written on their faces. Your lover turned towards you, and you threw your arms around him relieved, not noticing the dark look on his face. Realising he wasn’t returning your embrace, you pulled away slightly and for the second time that night, had a kiss forcefully pressed on your lips, although this was much more welcomed than the first. Breaking the kiss, your dark-haired beau didn’t give you a chance to explain or speak, and you shivered in delight at the husky tone his low voice took on as he whispered in your ear “You’re going to say goodbye to your friends and we’re going to leave this god-forsaken place. When we get home, you’ll get rid of that damn dress and I’ll fuck you so hard the neighbours will be able to hear you scream my name through the walls. All right?”

You were stunned and so very turned on by his promise to you that you could only nod wordlessly before complying. Walking as fast as you could to your friends who immediately broke out in questions for you, you told them, as nicely as you possibly could in your lust induced fog, that you had to go, and you would see them again before they were due to return to London. You were just heading to find Percival when you saw him stalk confidently towards you, and you felt a rush of heat pool in your belly, knowing that you were his prey that he was just dying to devour. As soon as he reached you, he tugged at your hand roughly and in one swift motion, threw you over his broad shoulder in a fireman’s carry. You squealed when he smacked your arse unexpectedly, and he soothed the sting by rubbing on your behind lovingly. You waved goodbye at your friends who were hooting and cat-calling at the both of you as Percival made his way out of the pub with you dangling helplessly over his shoulder, and just like that, he Apparated you home.

As soon as the world stopped spinning, you pulled Percival by the collar of his shirt into your bedroom. Throwing you down on the king-sized bed, he began divesting himself of his clothes while ordering you to strip, which you did, tripping over yourself in your eagerness. Percival made good on his promises, and your poor neighbours had to endure an entire night of animalistic screams and the sounds of your bed banging against the wall. The next day at work, when Tina innocently asked you if you were okay after noticing the way you were walking awkwardly, you made some flimsy excuse about how you slipped in the bath and bruised yourself, all the while promising to kill a smugly smiling Percival who very “helpfully” told Tina he would take good care of you. The git.

Bonus: Colin Farrell gif that’s making me melt and god I don’t know what it’s doing to me

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