he's a bit cranky

misfit-island-escapee  asked:

If you're still accepting for the prompt, could you do "Please put it DOWN" with exR


Stop, Enjolras.”

“It’s important. Just one more and then I’m done.”

“Please, put it down, Enjolras.” Grantaire sounded tired and strained. “Your laptop will be there in the morning. Just come to bed. It’s past midnight.”

“I know, I know. I just have to send this one email and then-” Enjolras cursed, distracted by something on his laptop screen. The rest of his sentence lost within furious backspacing.

Grantaire waited impatiently for another minute, before giving up and heading towards their bedroom, making sure he slammed the door on the way in.

So it was a little bit petty and immature. But he was tired, and cranky, and he was sick of feeling like he was competing with a Goddamn email server. Now, on top of everything,his mind was whirring at 100 miles a minute and he couldn’t get to sleep- which was going to be spectacular for his 6.00 am start the next morning. 

He really should have known it was going to be another long night, he should have gone to bed when he wanted to instead of waiting up on the false hope that Enjolras would follow. He shut his eyes tight, the sting of tiredness and frustration persisting beneath his eyelids. 

It was another hour before he was on the verge of drifting off to sleep, when he heard the door shift slowly open, and felt the covers lift as Enjolras climbed into bed.

“You said one email.” Grantaire said, rolling over and facing Enjolras, who was clearly not expecting him to be up.

“I know. I’m sorry, it got long.” Enjolras replied, reaching over to him and scooping Grantaire into his arms. 

“I can’t take this anymore, Enjolras. Something has to change.”

“I’m trying. Things will slow down soon- we’re just in a really busy time right now and-”

“You’ve been saying the for the last 4 months.” Grantaire said shaking his head into Enjolras’ chest. “I know it’s important and you’re doing important things, but there has to be some time cutoff.”

“Sometimes they’re time sensitive and-”

“And if you were in bed you wouldn’t know about them until the next morning anyway, and what would happen? Would the world end?”

Enjolras sighed. “No, it wouldn’t.”

“So let’s compromise. Mondays, Wednesdays, Friday’s and Saturdays I need you to come to bed with me and leave your laptop behind. No sneaking out at 2am to check your emails, either. The other days you can stay up and change the world to your hearts content. But I need you in my world, too.”

Enjolras kissed him on the forehead. “We’ll try it out. There may come some nights where I need to make an exception though, okay?”

“As long as it doesn’t become a habit.” Grantaire sighed as he moved in closer to his boyfriend, and slowly fell asleep within his arms.

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First off, i just wanna say thank you so much to everyone for all the super nice and encouraging notes! It always makes me to happy to see that my work is making people happy and your notes really help to motivate me to do my best at this comic!

Yep!!! That manga is one of my favorite things in the whole world so it really really influenced my comic.

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Conflicting Love

Originally posted by mintsugakookies

Genre: romance/Fluff/Angst/Semi smut (maybe ?)
Pairing: Jungkook& Unknown 
Length:  754 words
Summary: Your friend Jimin is a new intern at your workplace and your boyfriend Jungkook ,who happens to be a superior, isn’t pleased at the sight of you and Jimin together.

You stared at him and he stared back at you. You knew something was wrong with the way his piercing eyes were glued onto you. He had this way of staring you up and down as if it was something natural. Jungkook never had any shame to express how he felt and this time his blood was boiling with anger at the sight of you and the new intern Park Jimin. Watching you from afar was only adding fuel to the fire.

“Are you sure this is alright?” Jimin stuttered as he watched jungkook’s orbs darkening at the sight of jimin whispering onto your ears

“Are you scared of my boyfriend, jimin?” you chuckled in response “He doesn’t bite! I promise”

“No, he doesn’t bite but he probably has a plan to murder me” Jimin bit on his bottom lip

“Relax” you rub your friend’s arm in reassurance

“No, how can I relax when Jeon Jungkook is staring at me”

“What?” you raised a suspicious brow “Do you like him or something?”

“E-Excuse you!!!! I do NOT LIKE HIM! WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?!”

“Oh lord” you sighed before tapping his arm “You’re the third one”


“The third friend who falls for him” you rolled your eyes

“Pardon?” jimin stepped back

“Get in line buddy, Jungkook is quite popular” you comment “I, myself can’t even believe he’s my man”

“I don’t like him!” jimin protests “I’m about to shit my pants because he keeps on staring at me with knives in his eyes!”

“Jungkook does kill people though” you nod


“He’s amazing at seduction that’s what I meant “you add before whispering in his ear “One smirk and he gets what he wants”

“Just exactly…” Jimin runs his tongue across his bottom lip in frustration” why are you so cool about this?! He could be a player! Why are you dating him?”

“I got used to it” you cross your arms on your chest “Jungkook is not a player if that’s what you want to know. He may get what he wants, but once he’s stuck onto something, he never leaves it.”

“Are you sure this is a healthy relationship?” Jimin rubs his temples in frustration

“Oh no jimin, you don’t understand” you shook your head “there’s nothing healthier than a relationship with jungkook”


“This kid forces me to eat vegetables everyday” you growl “Can I just squish his face” you express discontentment

“Am I allowed to puke now?” Jimin cringed

“You do like Jungkook” you nod

“I do not!”

“Oh look! Jungkook is coming over here!” you comment

“F*ck” Jimin pulls your arm and hides behind you

“Why are you hiding? Does he makes you nervous?” you smirk

“Stop speculating shit like that! And why did you lie! I almost shat my pants you son of a @#$E@#$@$”

“I’m a female” you stare at him

“And I’m a mochi! So what?! You’re still being unfair to me!”

“Jimin…” you turn around to face him “It’s okay to fanboy over my boyfriend”

“I am NOT FANBOYING” jimin scowled

“Who’s not fanboying?” Jungkook’s voice made every nerve in jimin’s body freeze

“I-I-I… Good morning sir” jimin bows

“Is he the new intern we hired ?” Jungkook stared at you

“Yes” you smiled “He’s very cute isn’t he?” you poked jimin

“You better shut the front door before I—“jimin glared at you “I mean… yes sir…” Jimin bowed to jungkook

Jungkook stopped on his tracks to analyze each and every feature of the new worker. From his clothing style, to his hair to the way his eyes crinkled every time he made that dumb smile. One thing that caught jungkook’s attention was…

“Very small…” Jungkook smirked

“S-Small?” Jimin stuttered

“Jungkook” you furrowed your brows “Don’t be so rude”

“Not rude. I was just stating facts” he responded staring at jimin “ I believe you might want to make your presence as small as you are if you want to keep on being an intern here , Park Jimin-ssi”

“Jungkook” you pinch his arm “I-I’m sorry jimin-ah, he can be a bit cranky in the mornings”

“No… It’s all good” Jimin stuttered “I’ll just go do my work” he stammered before leaving both of you in a staring contest

Jungkook wasn’t being his usual self and the way his dark orbs locked onto yours, gave off a completely different feeling than the normal Guy you were used to. What was wrong with him?

To be continued…


I wrote this on impulse lol and I wanted it to be more dramatic than that but I ended up writing fluff/crack.Request for a part 2 if you want more :) <3 This is just a drabble I wrote for fun, so I hope you had fun reading it as well <333


Before I Knew | Chapter Nine

It was nearly time to head to Hogsmeade, but he had one more stop.

The bright and ostentatious building towered over him and he tried to hold back his sneer. Granger had told him that George would be a big donor, as well as a favorite among the children, so he really had no choice.

A horn sounded when he walked through the door as opposed to a bell, followed by a nasally alarm that cried out “Sourpuss! Sourpuss!” He cringed and covered his ears.

“Someone’s a bit cranky!” Came a call from the other side of the shop. There was a pop and smoke rose from a back corner as the smell of sulfur drifted his way. “Don’t worry, we can fix tha— oh ho ho, well, well, well.” From around a shelf came the unmistakable visage of a Weasley. He was shorter and stockier than the one Draco was more acquainted with, but a Weasley nonetheless. George walked behind the bright orange and blue clerk’s counter, resting his chin in his palms and his elbows on the counter.

“To what do we owe this charming visit?” he asked in an affected tone, his head bobbing in his hands.

In which George is unabashedly George and Draco grudgingly gets to work.

Preference: They Take Care of You Drunk.
a/n: Tumblr mobile is being stupid and won’t let me hold their names so I’m sorry that they are hard to find a certain character. Slight mentions of puking in this. nothing graphic at all but I wanted to pre-warn you. in Sodapop’s, Johnny’s, and Two-Bit’s.


Darry and you would drink together. You both usually only go for a light buzz but sometimes one of you will drink a bit more without realizing. If he noticed you getting a bit more drunk he’d immediately stop drinking so he could take good care of you and bring you home. He’d put you into something to sleep in and get you into bed. The next day your hangover is usually only a headache so he’ll leave some pills and water beside the bed before he goes to work.

You stumbled into the house as your boyfriend Darry supported you. When he helped you out of the car you refused to be carried but he was practically dragging you as you both walked.

As Darry turned to shut the front door you tried to step on your own and stumbled a bit. He caught you and finally decided just to picked you up.

“Come on, lady, let’s get you to bed.” he murmured and carried you to the room you both shared.


Sodapop didn’t drink but he wasn’t opposed to it so he never minded when you did. He would always make sure you got to where you needed to be safely. He liked to bring you to his house if you were drunk so he could take care of you the next day. He was very comforting when you had a hangover.

Your head was hanging over the toilet as you struggled to hold your hair back and hold yourself up at the same time. You were shaking a bit as you did so. A moment later you heard someone step into the room and you knew it was your boyfriend.

Sodapop immediately pulled a hair elastic of yours off of the sink and tied your hair back in a ponytail. It wasn’t good but it would do the job. He wet a washcloth with cool water and placed it on the back of your neck and gently rubbed your back.

“Go away..” you try fighting but he just shushed you gently.

“Don’t argue with me.” he stated and you honestly had no energy to although you wished he couldn’t see you like this. He didn’t seem to mind though and he would stay with you the whole time.


You weren’t a big drinker normally but if something bad happened in your life it was the first thing you would turn to and this would upset him a lot. He wished you would just come talk to him but he would never show his distaste for it until a couple of days later. He would be annoyed but still watch out for you when you were drunk and hungover because he knew if you were drinking you were already feeling upset about something and he wanted to make sure he was there whenever you were ready to talk.

“Ponyboy..” You whined trying to sit on your boyfriends lap. You were at a classmates party and you had been drinking all night. When you noticed your boyfriend had disappeared you stumbled around looking everywhere for him until you found him sitting on the front porch swing sipping a soda. You were sitting beside him and hanging on him trying to kiss him but he kept turning away.

“Why don’t we get you home, Y/N..” Ponyboy muttered.

“But home is not where the beer is..” You stated with a small laugh as you try to kiss him.

“Dammit, Y/N, will you stop that?” He snapped and shoved you off of him. He would regret it though when tears immediately started falling from your eyes. You had already been close to crying all night but this just did it for you.

“Fine..” You cried as you stood up to walk away from him. You decided just to walk yourself home and were halfway down the driveway, stumbling, as Ponyboy came up behind you. He would wrap his arms around your waist from behind to stop you.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “Let’s just.. let me take you home.”


Two-Bit loves drinking with you! He will always be up for a party with you and the next morning if you two are feeling crappy he’ll cuddle with you in bed and take you out for a late brunch.

You were laying in bed with your boyfriend Two-Bit as he held you in his arms. Your head was on his chest and you enjoyed the calming sound of his heart beat. After a moment the sun came out from behind the clouds and shone through the window right into your eyes. You immediately groaned and pressed your face into his neck.

“Do you want me to get you an aspirin?” he whispered and flinched a bit as his head ached.

“No..” you whined and clung closer to him. “Don’t get up.”

“But if I get up we can go get pancakes..” he murmured and you lifted your head slowly, a small smile on your face.

“Pancakes are good.”

Two-Bit laughed and pushed some hair out of your eyes. “Yea but only if you keep them down this time, pukey.”


Dally and you drink together just about every night without a problem and he loves it. But every once and a while you get pretty black-out drunk and the next morning get the worst hangovers that usually end up lasting for like three days. He’ll mostly leave you alone when this happens because he knows you’ll be a bit cranky but he’ll always leave you everything you could possibly need on the nightstand for when you wake up.

Dally had just got you home and up to your bedroom, somehow without your parents waking up. You were passed out cold but he wanted to make sure you were taken care of. He would gently wake you and carefully get you into some pajamas while you were still half asleep. He would also help you put your hair up.

After he tucked you into bed he would put a glass of water and some pills next to your bed along with a small trash bin. Before he left you he would sit down beside you and you would look up at him through half open eyes.

You murmured something unintelligible to him and he would just shake his head and kiss you before walking out.

Steve: (small swearing)

Steve and you love going to parties and drinking together but you do have a tendency to be an angry drunk. It scared him at first but now he deals with it easily.

You were fighting to get out of Steve’s grasp as he pulled you outside of the house that you to were at. You had just gotten into a screaming match with some girl and when things started to get physical Steve pulled you away before you could get hurt.

“Let me go, Steve. That bitch deserves it!” you scream pushing at his chest trying to get away. He gently grab your wrists gently and brought his forehead to yours.

“Breath, Y/N..” He demanded calmly.

“Are you kidding me?Let me go dammit. What the-”

“Hey!” Steve stopped you. “I’m not letting go until you talk a couple deep breathes for me. Okay?”

You glared at him but did as he asked and soon your hands relaxed out of the fists they had been in though you were still shaking a bit in rage.

“Let’s go..” he murmured and wrapped his arm around your waist so that he could hold you to him and guide you away.

“You suck!” you snapped at him and he just shook his head fondly.

“I love you too, babe.”


Johnny enjoys drinking with you on occasion but the downside is that you are not the best drunk. You tend to cry a lot and just keep babbling on. Even if no ones listening, or you feel sick, or your half asleep. Johnny will take care of you though.

You were standing outside of Buck’s after you had to run outside to be sick. Johnny followed after you and though he himself was stumbling a bit he held your hair back for you.

“I’m an awful person..” You said, sniffling as tears fell steadily from your eyes.

“Hey now..” Johnny said rubbing your back gently.

“No.. Really,” you insisted. “I’m awful I’m.. I’m just you know not cute.. and sometimes. Sometimes I’m really mean to people. And I’m.. I’m not really good at anything and I..”

You were crying so hard and could barely get the word out as you kept trying to list things to Johnny. He would pull you into a tight hug. “That’s my girlfriend you’re talking about. Be nice.”

“Do you love me?” You cried as you cling to him.

“Yea, I love you..” he said. “Now let’s get back inside. It’s freezing out here.”

delectablygroovygiver  asked:

G1 sunstreaker, mtmte rodimus, drift, and swerve having an almost blind cybertronian s/o who always say "Your the prettiest blub I've ever seen", getting their vision fixed. First thing they say when they see them is " Yep, still the prettiest ".

*gasps* I LITERALLY HAVE THREE BOT OCS LIKE THIS AND ONE OF THEM IS DATING DRIFT!!!!! *squeals and dances because I love the prompt so much*

-He is so protective of you, especially since Sideswipe is a bit eccentric and forgetful of things like the fact you can barely see
-If you scratch his paint or smudge it after a touch up he still gets a bit cranky but he knows you didn’t mean it so you don’t get any of the wrath
-When you told him he’s the prettiest blob you’ve ever seen he’s like “yeah I know” but internally he’s doing a happy dance
-When you get your vision fixed he’s worried you won’t actually think he looks that great and are disappointed because you expected more
-When you tell him he’s still the prettiest, he hugs you smiling a huge smile and tells you you’re prettier

-He at first likes to mess with you by moving furniture slightly so you walk into it or not answer you when you talk to him even though you can “see” him in front of you
-He stops once he realizes how mean that is and goes a little bit overboard when it comes to helping you with things because he forgets you’re not completely helpless
-When you told him he’s the prettiest blob you’ve ever seen, he tries to play it cool but you can hear his cooling fans kick on and the more he flusters the hotter the area gets until all of a sudden the fire alarms are on and his only answer is “oops?”
-When your vision is fixed and you see him, he doesn’t realize you can see him already and is pulling a stupid face because Ratchet is going on and on about all this important stuff of taking care of you and he just wants him to shut up
-When you laugh and say “yep, still the prettiest!” He jumps and is a blushy mess, “can you forget you saw that stupid face? I have way more attractive looks!” (Tell him his stupid face is cute and the fire alarms will go off again)

-He is 110% willing to die for you
-He is very supportive of everything you do and tries not to hover over you too much, but he can’t help it if he just wants to randomly hug you
-He nearly faints when you tell him he’s a pretty blob and tries to convince you otherwise. After all the horrible things he’s done, he can’t be considered something so kind by someone as wonderful as you
-Once you have vision, he kind of hides from you because he doesn’t want you to see him and think you wasted your time hanging out with a lame hippy
-When you two see each other again, he doesn’t think you’ll recognize him but you go up to him and tell him “you’re still pretty even when you’re not a blob”, and he this time literally faints
-When he comes to and realizes it wasn’t a dream, he is embarrassed, you tell him he looks cute embarrassed, he is even more embarrassed (now he’s adorable!)

-He is like Rodimus and messes with you and feels awful after you walk into a table and immediately apologizes. No more messing with you! He’s sorry!
-He likes to take you to his bar and sit you at the far end of the counter away from everyone so if anything happens you’re not getting caught in it and he can keep an eye on you
-He’s cleaning up when you told him about him being the prettiest blob you’ve ever seen and he drops a whole tray of dirty glasses. You feel awful and keep apologizing but he assures you it’s fine. He’s just not use to getting such nice compliments
-When you have your vision, he is fidgeting and restlessly standing before you, “I know, I know, I’m not that good looking and you’re probably disappointed and I don’t blame you. I totally understand if you don’t want to be with me.” You go up to him and wrap him in the tightest hug you can and tell him “you’re still the prettiest to me”

BTS React: Their S/O Has a Bad Sense of Time and Direction



Request: Hello, could you please do a reaction for BTS when their s/o has a bad sense of time and direction and is sometimes late/lost because of it? Thank you in advance

Thank you for requesting! If you read this reaction and enjoyed it, please like or reblog it because I don’t think the tags will work today either. I couldn’t post this on my mobile and this react might not get a lot of attention (I have tagged a few posts in the past, but they never appeared in the tags). I know it sounds silly and probably annoying, but the attention my writing gets really motivates me to write


Originally posted by rapnamu

Namjoon didn’t mind too much whenever you were late to a date or were home later than usual; as long as you got to him safely everything would be just fine. He would be internally stressing if he didn’t know how to get somewhere and you were leading him though because most of the time you both end up lost at a street you don’t even know. He would be anxious the first few minutes you were navigating through the streets, but later on would find it funny how he didn’t choose to bring you both to your destination.

Maybe he just likes taking long walks with you towards the middle of nowhere.


Originally posted by jinmini

Seokjin might be a little grumpy if you were late to a stay at home date. “Ya! The food I cooked for you is cold,” he would pout, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you let out an exhausted breath. He wouldn’t stay huffy at you for long if you apologized with that sheepish smile of yours. “You’re too cute to stay mad at.” he would say.

When you two were trying to find a certain destination, Seokjin would not let you be the compass. In the past he has already experienced getting lost with you, and despite it being nice to have more time with each other, Jin really didn’t want to stay in this strange street for any longer. When he tries to bring you both back to a street you two are familiar with, he sometimes lets you walk in front of him, but he’ll tell you when to turn so you don’t get lost yourself and he doesn’t lose you.


Originally posted by yoongijae

He’d fall asleep waiting for you to come home, honestly. Yoongi would try his best to wait for you to come home just so that he knew you were safe, but him producing music most of the time takes a toll on him, so he isn’t able to stay away for at least more than an hour and a half. Once you got home, you would be incredibly noisy and maybe trip over a few things that are either there or aren’t there.

Yoongi would wake up from all the noise with an agitated look on his face, his head lifting up from the couch to see you just about trip over the carpet. He would let out a fond sigh before his head fell against the arm of the couch again. Arms wide open, your boyfriend would let you fall against his chest on the couch and snuggle yourself against him. He would ignore your apologies all the time when you came home late because you either got lost or didn’t know how fast the time had gone. He would shush you and pet the back of your head as he went back to sleep.


Originally posted by cum-for-hoseok

Hoseok would be quite worried if you were alone outside. He wasn’t always sure about where you were and always insisted on going to you instead of the other way around. Your boyfriend never liked the idea of you being alone and lost in a place you don’t even know. Sometimes you don’t notice how long you take to get to a place you were supposed to meet Hoseok and he would call you every few minutes just to make sure that you’re okay.

When he can help it, he always travels to where you are so that you don’t get lost by taking a wrong turn or going on the wrong street. If he thought you took too long to get home he would bite his nails, but trust that you were going to eventually walk through the door and he could breathe a sigh of relief.


Originally posted by chimtae

Jimin would be a bit cranky if you were home late. He didn’t like how you weren’t punctual at times, but he understood that you weren’t good at navigating yourself through streets unless you went down a path you were familiar with. This is when Jimin started to help you know how to get to places by pointing out plenty of landmarks that would stay in your memory.

On rare occasions, he would get himself lost while heading to a place you were waiting at. He would rub the back of his neck with a shy smile and you would only shake your head to tell him that you didn’t mind because you get lost and arrive late more than he does. You and Jimin take turns being the compass when going someplace together though so sometimes you either get to your location or get lost.


Originally posted by kpopfordays

Taehyung would kind of be the same as Hoseok, but more playful. He would tease you for being bad at navigating, but never took it too far. Tae would like it more if you went outside with him more than you go alone. He gets distracted by shops and stores while walking down the street; just like you. Him hanging out with you when you want to go somewhere is just an excuse for him to hold your hand tight so that he doesn’t lose you in the crowd of people.

While Taehyung has a bad sense of time, you have a bad sense of time and direction. Your boyfriend would waste time with you, but also keep you from getting lost. He would be extremely worried if you even let go of his hand for two seconds; he is too scared that you would lose him or he wouldn’t notice that you two got separated somehow.

(I secretly think he’d handcuff his hand with yours so that you don’t get lost.)


Originally posted by pjkook

I am not sure if Jungkook would be scared for your life or would find it funny that you always got lost and was never in track of time. When he was particularly worried, he would call you every five minutes or so just to make sure you’re okay and not lost. He would smile to himself if you told him that you were still at the mall, but didn’t know that more than two hours passed before the place was supposed to close.

Of course he would rush to the mall to come and pick you up. It’s dark already and he knows you aren’t quite good at seeing in the dark so whenever you’re about to head home from somewhere, Jungkook always rushes to get to you before you can take a step towards home. He makes fun of you sometimes and always leads the way to the park or something. He finds it cute that you’re not quite good at time management and navigation, but he’s somehow always there for you when you feel like you need his help.

“All I’m saying, Swan, is that it would make far more sense if it was called the Easter Hen.” Killian says with a grunt as he straightens up from placing yet another rainbow colored egg in yet another bush. His spine cracks ominously when he’s upright and he grimaces, eyes closed for a moment in order to gather some much needed patience. 

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thatrandomassassin  asked:

Hi! I just found your blog and wow, your art is amazing!! Saw one post and just instantly followed xD But yeah, I saw that you were open for requests (atleast a while ago) and I would really love some wolfstar with Remus actually being taller than Sirius, because that's just the best. Perhaps Sirius gets a bit cranky about it even? He would... Thank you for making such amazing art!

Thank you so much, for the request and the follow!! I’ve had a few wolfstar requests, and not as much time as I would like to actually do any of them </3. So heres…something! (+ a bonus sketch that..nobody asked for-shh)

(For some reason I really struggled to get sirius right :’), I’m still not…ok with the way he looks, but GOD I haven’t posted in longer than a month so I can’t be picky.)

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OC x Jungkook (waiter!au)
Length: 2k of just.pure. fluff. 
insp: “you’re co-workers and he’s this idiot that gets all the girls swooning over him that you get grumpy in discrete thinking he doesn’t know but he actually does and he finds it so cute so one night when the both of you are closing down, you’re a bit cranky at him and he starts to fess up like ‘look i know you’re jealous at all those other girls but know they mean nothing because i only like you and holy fuck no did i just say that’ and ensue awkward confession and date asking.” - @an-exotic-writer
(1/3 of waiter/waitress!au that has kicked me out of the house) 

Originally posted by bluesushikitty

Leaning over the damp table with towel in hand, you’re no doubt unattractively bent over the surface as you clean it of any left over food when the familiar ding of the door notifies you of a new customer. Picking up the dirty plates in your hand and balancing the last one on the center of your forearm, you straighten and turn to greet the customer when the usual screech of,

“Kookie!” nearly makes you drop the aforementioned pieces of porcelain. Luckily the plates are safe, the only damage done was to the smile you painstakingly plastered on.

Not bothering to meet her gaze—she doesn’t want you to serve her anyways— you shuffle through the white double doors towards the back. Rushing inside the kitchen with a huff, you dump the plates into the dirty bins with a crash and hunt down the boy who is the root cause of your daily suffering.

“Yah, Jungkook.” you grumble towards the figure bent over the ice machine, “your daily is here and I’m not about to piss her off so you go greet her.”

He straightens with a smirk, bringing the bucket of ice with him and easily filling the soda machine as you watch his muscles flex under this black dress shirt. You throw his apron towards him and waits as he plucks it out of the air and ties it wordlessly around his waist as he makes his way out of the swinging double doors with a wink.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

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My Top Five MTMTE Bots Reacting to Bot S/O: Kissing their Nose

Rodimus: When he first sees you, he’s already happy because it’s you and you are pretty much his as he puts it. He acts all cool and flirty, but as soon as you cup his face he goes quiet. Then as you lean in, he puckers up to kiss you back unaware you’re actually going to kiss his nose. When you kiss his nose, he laughs, “awe, thanks, but I think you were aiming for something else.”

Drift: He was most likely meditating or doing yoga (does Drift actually do that? I like to think he does) and thinks you’re coming to join him. Like always, he’s willing to teach you, or just let you sit in his lap. When you wrap your arms around him and kiss his nose he thinks it’s so sweet! He doesn’t understand why you would want to kiss his nose, but if you tell him it’s because he has such a cute nose, he gets all giggly and covers his face to hide that he’s getting all blushy. Then he tells you he likes your nose too and kisses it as well

Brainstorm: He was busy doing something in his lab, and didn’t even notice you until your servos were on him. He jumps then scolds you for scaring him, he could’ve blown half the Lost Light up! You kindly inform him that he should’ve been paying attention then, which gets him a bit cranky. He tries to get you away from him but he can see it in your optics, you want something, so he humors you and decides to let it happen. But once you get his faceplate off, he isn’t so suave anymore. “Why do you need that off? What are you up to? Talk to me!” When you lean in, he shuts his optics tight. You don’t know what he was expecting, but you know it had something to do with Quark. After gently kissing his nose, his optics shoot open and he just stares at you bewildered before hugging you, “you are just the sweetest thing”

Swerve: He is a mess. When you found him, he was talking someone’s audios off while mixing drinks at his bar. After walking over and getting his attention, he smiles a huge smile, “hey there, cuddle bunny. I’m a little busy, me and my friend here are talking about-” you grab him and pull him closer so you can lean over the bar and kiss his nose. At first he’s really still and super quiet because he can’t believe that just happened, then he gets all happy because that just happened! After work, he’s extra cuddly and if you’re taller than him, he’s asking you to either get down lower or possibly pick him up so he can kiss your nose now

Fortress Maximus: He is so confused when you start reaching up for his face. He kneels down and asks you what’s wrong worried that something is upsetting you or maybe he just has something on his face? Nope! Without saying a word, you kiss his nose and he quickly stands back up touching his nose with a huge smile on his face and his helm finials wiggling. He then picks you up and kisses you nose and stands there hugging and swaying you in his arms

tiasany  asked:

Hey! I just saw your post about the prompts, how about an assassin!AU Shiro x Keith? :3

given your icon I probably should have gone in a totally different direction with this but I wanted something shmoopy and smallish so whoops

Keith kicked the door closed and tossed Shiro the camera.

He’d been out all day, hitting the tourist stops, making sure he looked tired and a little bit cranky every time he double-checked a street sign and stared at a map. If that had given him an excuse to linger invisibly in places their mark usually hung out, then all the better.

Shiro caught the camera one-handed, barely looking up as he finished sketching out a speculative floor plan. “How’d it go?”

“Ugh,” Keith said, kicking off his shoes and flopping onto his stomach on the bed. “This guy’s a piece of work, Shiro. If it weren’t for his connections and our contract, I swear…”

It was a conversation they’d had before, and Shiro didn’t bother revisiting it. He just fixed a disapproving eye on Keith, on the curved line of his spine, on the place where his shirt collar rumpled up just enough to expose a knobby vertebra. “We can move the timetable up, if you think he’s dangerous.”

Keith snorted a laugh into the pillow, rolling his head enough to catch Shiro’s disapproving eye, which he had long since been immune to. “Dangerous, sure, but not in an immediate way. Not to us. Let’s keep to the schedule.”

“Good. Patience yields focus.” Shiro went back to his sketch. There were two blueprints of similar buildings up on his tablet screen, and he was trying to reconcile their architectural differences with what he could observe of the layout from the street. His pencil lingered over the south wall of what should be the den. There was a space unaccounted for on any schematic he could find; it was probably a safe, which might contain weapons. They would have to watch out for that.

“If you’re not going to look over my recon, give me that back and I’ll do it,” Keith said peevishly, and Shiro set down his pencil. Keith had scooted himself up to sit against the headboard, and Shiro settled in beside him with the camera, making the bedsprings creak in protest.

Keith squirmed in under Shiro’s arm, and Shiro bent to kiss Keith’s temple as he handed over the camera. His arm over Keith’s shoulders pulled him in close, and his hand moved on Keith’s arm in tiny, absentminded strokes, skin to skin after a long day of working apart.

There was dust floating in the day’s last few sunbeams from their tiny hotel room’s grimy windows, and there was a water bottle bleeding a ring into the unfinished wood of the side table. Someone, somewhere, was smoking when they shouldn’t be, and it was wafting in. They were both still here at the end of Zarkon’s leash, paying their debts.

But it was all fine, now, in a way Shiro would be too embarrassed to admit out loud. He just let his head rest against Keith’s, and forced his mind back onto the reason they were here in the first place.

Together, they flipped through Keith’s photos from the day: some of them banal shots of whatever tourist spot he was in, but with interesting things in their corners, like security cameras perched high on buildings. Some of them were more obviously useful: their mark with his head bent towards someone in suspiciously reflective sunglasses, a vehicle passing a picturesque cafe, an alleyway lined in balconies and clotheslines.

“Explain the alley to me,” Shiro said when he didn’t immediately see the purpose of the photo.

Keith shifted a little under his arm, drew his knees up in an embarrassed curl. “It’s the window boxes,” he said, pointing towards the balconies. “I liked them. I…want some like that, when we go ghost.”

Shiro turned his face into Keith’s hair, gathered him in. Breathed deep. Fell in love with this new information, with how diligently Keith was already constructing their future life together, one piece at a time.

“I think we can arrange some window boxes,” Shiro said sweetly, drawing the camera out of Keith’s hands. Keith let him. Turned his face up to meet Shiro’s.

Unobserved, the sunbeams dimmed down into nothing.

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Imagine being Jamie's girlfriend and going to Reagan family dinner for the first time

(A/N: Another Jamie Imagine. Hope you all enjoy. Sorry for the wait.)

Continuation of this imagine here 

Imagine being Jamie’s girlfriend and going to Reagan family dinner for the first time

“Why aren’t you nervous?” Jamie asked suspicious, looking over at you momentarily from the drivers seat.

“Should I be?” You smirked meeting his gaze for a second, looking up from your phone as you were checking your emails from the hospital.

“I don’t know. Aren’t most people when they meet their partners families for the first time?” he questioned slightly panicked.

“I guess so but I’m just not. It’s weird but I’m not worried at all.” you offered, confused yourself.

“Why is that?” he questioned.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m just focusing on the the hope that they’ll like me.” you chuckled, putting your phone down.

“They will. You great.” he nodded as if he was trying to reassure himself, “They’ll love you.”

“As much as you do?” you teased.

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anonymous asked:



Who said “I love you” first : it depends on what that means???? marco always said things “bye! i love you!!” but jean assumed it was just a friend thing and then jean said it and made sure marco knew it was in a romantic way and marco just kinda smiled and “💕💕💕”

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background : they both do ehe,,, jean probably has one of the cute/funny pictures of marco blowing a kiss to him, while marco has a picture of them at a dance (jean gets a bit cranky about it though because he thinks his smile looks forced and gross bc his mom took it but marco doesn’t see how and loves the picture a lot regardless)

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror : they both draw occasionally but jean’s mirror drawing legacy is the cheesiest thing ever,,, he drew a big heart filled in so it reflected off and around it he wrote “ahaha check it out it’s the LOVE of my LIFE!!!!” and marco noticed with his reflection right in the center of the heart and he couldn’t stop blushing that whole day (jean felt very accomplished and happy)

Who buys the other cheesy gifts : marco finds jean a bunch of little cute things he thinks jean would like (and he does simply because what a sweet little gesture it is waaah) while jean will spend $60 and a half hour getting progressively more upset trying to get marco a really huge soft teddy bear from a crane machine that marco nearly drowns in bc it’s HUGE

Who initiated the first kiss : ehe jean did but it was really awkward like he was a millimeter away from marco’s lips for like 15 seconds with marco like “??” until he lightly pecked and then marco was all happy giggles and jean in his head was like “*fox mcloud voice* MISSION COMPLETE”

Who kisses the other awake in the morning : marco does hehe!!!! simply because he wakes up first and covers jean in little pecks all over until jean is giggling like “i’m up i’m up!!”

Who starts tickle fights : marco does ahdgf,, they’d just be relaxing watching a movie or something when marco slightly snakes his hands up jean’s shirt and starts lightly tickling jean’s sides and jean goes stiff and almost slips off the couch trying to get out to get revenge fhdhfhg

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower : it’s normally marco? though it’s on those days where jean’s having his mental health days and marco has to drag him into the shower and he asks to stay because “ill let you use the warm water for 2 hours if that’s what you need right now but let me get some water too ok??” but sometimes it’s jean and he’s like “PLEASE I KEEP FORGETTING TO SHAVE MY LEGS AND ITS LONG ENOUGH I COULD BRAID IT PLEASE???” and marco agrees as long as jean fishes the hair out of the drain afterwards lma o

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch : jean does as a little hello but also because marco tends to deny himself food when under pressure to meet a deadline and even though sasha and connie point it out all the time jean’s the only one who doesn’t snap at the suggestion of sharing his lunch

Who was nervous and shy on the first date : THEY BOTH WERE ,,, they both kinda sat there nervously avoiding eye contact until the moment they look the other does too and they just,, blush really hard and marco giggle-snorts which makes jean laugh and it gets much comfier from then on out

Who kills/takes out the spiders : jean probably kills the spider because it scared him and he squashed it with a rolled up magazine but then marco is SCREAMING IN TEARS “NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk : AGSGDGG !!! they both do…. they’re both cuddly fuzzy drunks that just hold hands and talk about their feelings while half asleep and the pda has been turned up past the maximum they’re both so lovingly cheesy lmao


Pairing: Lafayette x Reader
Requested by Anon: “Could I request a TJeffs or Laf fluff where it’s the readers birthday, and they usually don’t do anything much for it, but the SO has a much different idea, wanting to take the reader on a long and planned out journey across New York for the day? The hit up place like the zoo, the Empire State Building, and end it off with a bar and drunk words, etc”
Trigger Warnings: little talk about death, but not sad talk and I didn’t edit sooo

It was 10 AM when you woke up on a Saturday. You had stayed up with a certain curly haired Frenchman watching movies and eating junk food, so you were more than ready to sleep in. But, of course, your slumber was interrupted by the same man blowing in your ear. “Belle.” He sang in a gruff, morning voice.

“Marquis, I love you, but I won’t hesitate to punch you in the throat.”

“I knew there was a reason I don’t wake you in the morning.”

You let out a breathy laugh and turned over. He draped his arm over your waist and kissed your nose. He’d always been an affectionate boyfriend, even when no one was around. Especially when no one was around. “Well, I’m awake now. What’s so important?” He raised an eyebrow at you, “Do you know what today is?”

“Um, Saturday.”

“The date?”

“The twelfth.”

“Which is…?”

“My birthday.”

Lafayette was grinning ear to ear as he dragged you out of bed. “It’s your birthday, mon ami! We have to celebrate!” He said, ignoring your groan. Birthdays had never been a big deal to you, at least not since you were younger. Sure, you’ve been on Earth for another year-go you- but it was also another year closer to your inevitable death. Call it morbid, but you had a lot of things you wanted to accomplish before you died. You simply didn’t have time for birthday celebrations.

“Gilbert, you know birthdays aren’t important to me.” You told him as he sat you down at the kitchen island. He started running around looking for ingredients to make crepes, one of your favorites. “Why do you insist on calling me every name except the one I want?” He joked. “Hey,” You called for his attention with a pout, “I’m serious.”

“Allez, on ne fait rien de spécial!” He whined in his native tongue. “Because I don’t want to do anything special.” You responded. You couldn’t speak French fluently, but living with the charming foreigner caused you to pick up on some words. “I have a lot of things to do before I die, Laf. I don’t have time to celebrate birthdays; there’s work to be done.”

“But that’s no way to go through life, Y/N.”

You sighed, looking into his pleading eyes. They were starting to wear you down, but you tried to remain strong. “Let me take you out.” You tried to interrupt, but he stopped you, “Écouter. If you’re not having fun within the first hour, I will bring you home and you can work your little heart out.” He negotiated. It didn’t seem like a bad idea. Go out for an hour to satisfy your boyfriend, who only cared about your well being, and then head home. What’s so scary about that?

“Fine,” You agreed. His smile shined brighter than the stars themselves. “One hour?” You asked.

“Une heure.”

“Only because I love you.” You stated, making him laugh. He pecked your lips and started to head back to the bedroom to get ready. You whined, pulling on his bicep before he could get anywhere. You were hungry, and still a bit cranky. You’d be damned if you left this house hungry when you have a cooking Frenchman in the house. “I want my crepes first.”


“It’s cold, Lafayette.”

“It tends to be that way this time of year.”

The truth was, it wasn’t that cold. You were still a bit upset at having to leave your work at home. He had blindfolded you before you got the car and given you a little tiara, much to your dismay, dragging you from the house to the vehicle. You could tell he was grinning, as he thought your grumpiness was cute. Part of you wanted to stay grumpy if only to keep a smile on the beautiful Frenchman’s lips. “Okay, stop.”

As he was untying the blindfold from behind you, you heard a noise. A very loud noise. “Was that an elephant?”


And the blindfold came off. Your eyes adjusted to the light, then you saw a world of animals before you. Your lips curled into a small smile as Lafayette took your hand. “You said you hadn’t been in a while.”

“You’re so cute.” You claimed, lightly punching his shoulders. “C'mon, we’re going to look at the pingouins.” He said as he walked forward. You tugged on his arm with a curious smile. He looked back at you, a piece of his kinky hair falling from its usual bun. “What is it, mon amor?”

“How did you know I wanted to see the penguins?”

He thought for a second then shrugged. He hadn’t realized how quickly he had come to know you. One minute you were having lunch together at work in the break room, the next, you were telling each other secrets. It was like you were made for other. Everything came easy to the both of you, with little rough patches. As his mind cleared, his eyes softened; he looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

People passing by were staring at your interaction. A group of teenage girls awwed quietly as he spoke, ‘discreetly’ listening to your conversation. You didn’t mind; you wanted those girls to find love just like you did. “I know you.”

You smiled at his answer and stood on your tiptoes to peck his lips. He grinned at you as you started to walk with him, clearly satisfied with his success. “You’re having fun.”

“Shut up.”

After a few hours at the zoo, fawning over all the cute animals and grimacing at the less than cute ones, you were back at the entrance. You saw the same group of teenage girls. One of them pointed at the both of you as Lafayette started to pull out the blindfold again. Another girl smacked her hand, scolding her for drawing attention to them. “You see them?” He whispered in your ear.

“Yeah.” You answered. “They’re adorable.”

The group giggled when your boyfriend shot them a charming smile. As he placed the blindfold over your eyes, you laughed, “I think you made them swoon.”

He guided you back to the car. When you passed the girls, one took your hand and said, “Happy birthday.” You laughed and thanked her as you and your Frenchman continued on your way. You had finally settled into the car when Lafayette started the engine up. “Next stop.” He said. You laced your fingers with his and rested them on the console. “Please say it’s for food.”

“You ate a few hours ago.” He stated incredulously.

“You say that like it means something.”

With a laugh, he agreed to make a detour, stopping at a restaurant downtown. Although he’d only planned on spending an hour at lunch, that hour quickly turned to two, and by the third, you had pulled him into an ice cream parlor. You walked with three scoops of your favorite cream in hand. He watched you with amused eyes as you tried to figure out where to start.

He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have this simpleton as his girlfriend.

“You are a bottomless pit.” He chuckled. “But I’m your bottomless pit.” You responded, pecking his lips. He leaned in to kiss you again, but placed a finger on his lips. “Sorry, babe,” You said, “Ice cream on the brain.”

“Je ne peut pas croire je suis concurrence avec crème glacée.”

“Aww, Laffy, you’re not. Ice cream already won.”

That was when he decided it was time for the next stop. The sun was starting to set as he placed the blindfold back over your eyes. “Is this really necessary?” You asked. Your voice was muffled by the ice cream in your mouth.

“Oui, mon amour.” He said, grinning from ear to ear.

It took about half an hour to reach your next destination, but when a voice over an intercom spoke and the ground start to move up, you knew it was worth it. “Are we where I think we are?”

“Depends on where you think we are.”

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Observation Deck.

You pulled the blindfold off yourself as the doors opened. You gasped at the sight. The sun was setting over the city, the sky taking shades of pick and orange to its horizon. The sun wasn’t giving way to darkness just yet, still shining brightly as it went down. The city lights sparkled and glimmered across your eyesight. When you looked back at him, his eyes were shining just as bright, if not brighter than those lights, with an unmatchable hope. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? Lafayette, I love it. It’s so beautiful!” You stood at the rail, careful not to lean over it. “You know what’s more beautiful?” He asked. He placed his arms around your waist from behind, his chin on your shoulder. “You?” You grinned.

“Why do always ruin my cheesy pickup lines?”

You both laughed and stood at the edge for about an hour and a half, just watching the sunset. He made sure to take pictures of you while you weren’t looking. He wanted to “capture your raw beauty” as he put it. You insisted that you took selfies together. You wanted to take advantage of this milestone in your relationship. Of the previous serious boyfriends you had, none of them had ever gotten you to successfully celebrate your birthday. But then again, you didn’t love any of them as you love Lafayette. What you two had was special and could not be replicated. So you relished in the romantic moment, sending a few selfies to your sister on Snapchat.

Disgusting, she replied, with a smiling emoji.

“We should go, belle.” He said after taking one last picture. “We have one last stop.”

“Babe, its late.” You whined. You squeaked when the elevator started downward unexpectedly. “Trust me, Y/N, you will love it.”

After one more round of being guided around in darkness, he took the blindfold off. You opened your eyes to another room of darkness. “Um, Lafayette?”

Suddenly, the lights sprang on as you heard cheers and “Happy birthday”, your eyes being forced to adjust to the sudden change. You saw your friends, as well as your boyfriend’s, all there to celebrate your birthday. You were touched that you had people who cared so much. Tears sprang to your eyes, and you covered your face with your hands. One of your and Laf’s best friends, John Laurens, pried your hands from your face, both of you laughing. “Come on, it’s your party, don’t cry!” He told you.

You thanked everyone for coming, taking everything in as the party started up. “Thank your boyfriend,” The tough but sweet Hercules Mulligan said, “He planned all of this.” You looked at him as he chatted away with your brother and sister, love in your eyes. So this wasn’t an impulsive thing, you thought, he had to have been planning for weeks. Your brother and sister lived on the other side of the country. When he glanced back at you, raised his glass, and mouthed, “Happy birthday,” you realized just how much you loved him. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

Then, Alexander Hamilton and Peggy Schuyler dragged you to the bar, and the rest was history.

You weren’t too drunk by the end of the night, but definitely enough to take a toll on your thought process. Your boyfriend put you in the car as you rambled about how great the Empire State Building was. “I mean, the lights were blinding!” You shouted.

“I know, mon amour.”

“Ya know,” You hiccuped, “You are gorgeous. Are you sure you’re my boyfriend?”

“Unless you’ve got something you want to say.” He laughed, turning the corner. “No, no, no! You’re way too great to give up. I wanna marry you and have little French children with poofy hair.” When he parked the car, he went around to help you out, “I will do my best to give you that, belle.”

You rambled about seemingly unrelated things the entire time Lafayette rounded you into bed. Sure, getting you to cooperate was a feat, but he loved you. When he came to that realization a few months back, everything else that came with the relationship was worth it. In the end, he got you. What more could he ask for?

“Ya know, I love you, Laffy Taffy.” You said sleepily, cuddling into his side. “I love you too, Y/N.” He responded. He let the nickname slide; right now, he wasn’t even sure if you’d remember this conversation. “I was serious about marrying you.” You muttered sleepily. “And the kids? I wanna do that, for real.”

He looked down at the love of his life in his arms and smiled, “I was serious, too.”

“I hope they don’t talk like you, though.” She added, dosing off, “You talk funny.”

He chuckled as you fell asleep in his arms. He pressed a kiss to your temple before dosing off himself, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

How Killer, Smoker, Ace and Shanks met their s/o please!

Killer: It was an accident, really. He didn’t mean to destroy their store in the middle of a battle but it was too late to do anything now. That is, until they came out of, what he suspected, their house. The gawked at the scene as he swung his blade to get the excess blood off from his attacker. He was only able to take a couple steps before something solid hit the back of his head.

“Oi!” He turned around at the voice and looked down, seeing an apple on the ground by his feet. He looked up at the angry person stomping up to him. “Where do you think you’re going? You’re going to fix this!” He raised an eyebrow behind his mask.

“I have no time for this.” They jabbed at his chest, scowling.

“Does it look like I care?! I’m not letting you leave until my shop is fixed! You got that?!” They had a stare down for a couple minutes and Killer, seeing as they weren’t going to let go sighed.

“Fine.” They smiled and pointed at the mess of a shop.

“Get to work.” Killer glanced at them once more before going to clean the mess. An interesting person indeed.

Smoker: He hated this part of the job. Most of the time, the rookies always gave up during the initiation stage. He leaned back and watched as the marines ran their 20 laps around the base. One by one, he could see the marines trudge off from the training. Once he saw the last marine get off the track, he looked at Tashigi.

“I’ll be taking my leave now.” She fumbled with her clipboard before adjusting her glasses and looking at the list of marines.

“W-Wait, Captain Smoker! T-There’s one more!” He raised an eyebrow.

“One more.” He turned around and there was the rookie with their hands on their knees, greedily trying to take in fresh air into their lungs. Sweat dripped down from their forehead and from the rest of their body as they tried to calm down their heavy breathing. With shaking legs, they stood up straight, chest heaving, and saluted him, a big grin on their face.

“D…Done…. C…Captain….S…Smo…Smoker!” He was impressed by their determination and looked at Tashigi. She was gripping the clipboard, happily glancing at her captain, a sense of pride in the smile that was on her lips. Smoker rolled his eyes and looked back at the rookie.

“You’ve done well. Get some rest. You have a busy day tomorrow.” As Smoker and Tashigi turned to leave, they heard a thump behind them and an exhausted: ‘Yay~”.

Portgas D. Ace: Not again. He dodged people and things that were in his way as a group of marines chased him through the streets. He tried to throw back apologies at the people he accidentally pushed aside. This was not good. If he got into a fight with the marines again, he could accidentally hurt an innocent bystander. He couldn’t have that on his conscious. While his mind was reeling for any escaping ideas, he didn’t notice a door open and grab his wrist. He let out a sound of surprise as he was pulled into a house and the door closed loudly behind him. He looked around until his eyes set upon the person that saved him. They were looking out the window, watching the marines run by. The two of them sighed in relief and Ace smiled.

“Hey. Thanks for that.” They grinned at him and smiled.

“No problem. You looked like you needed help.” He went over to the window and peaked out.

“I guess the coast is clear. I should head back to my ship.” The person nodded and opened the door. They looked to make sure that the coast was actually clear before motioning him to continue. They waved goodbye to each other, not realizing how soon their paths will cross again.

Shanks: He was a bit cranky as he walked around the island. Not only did the ship run out of his favorite alcohol but every bar in the town didn’t have a drop of alcohol because of some contest. As he got closer to the center of town, he could hear the sound of music and excited chattering from a large crowd.

“Ladies and Gentleman! I give you, the drinking contest!” At the word drinking, Shanks quickly made his way through the crowd and sat down in the empty spot next to a person. They looked at him and smiled.

“Good luck.” He smiled back and nodded.

“To you as well.” Hearing the starting bell, the contestants got to work on their drinks. After a while, most of the contestants had either dropped out or passed out from the intoxication. Shanks and the person next to him, however, were still going. The two were tipsy but not to the point of being actually drunk. The time ended when the bell rang throughout. Shanks and the person laid their head on the table and hiccups left their mouths. He grinned at them.

“You can hold your liquor. Shanks, by the way.” They giggled and hicupped.

“Thanks. I’m (Y/N).” They laughed together in their drunken state.

Only ‘RAFINHA’ Is Allowed

Originally posted by we-heart-barca

I stood to the beeping sound of my microwave. I just made myself instant popcorn to accompany me watching my favorite team, Arsenal, versus my least favorite team, Chelsea, that would begin in just less than 10 minutes. I put my popcorn bowl in my lap and a glass of lemonade in the coffee table next to me as I sat comfortably in the couch, when my boyfriend burst from the front door making me jumped in shock.

“Rafa! Why are you always such in a hurry?”

“That is because I don’t want to be away from you for too long” he placed a playful kiss on my forehead.

“No, you’re not” He chuckled at my response, making his way to the kitchen. He just got home from the grocery store, buying some ingredients for his special diets tomorrow, which basically just green vegetables, tomatoes and lots of fruits.

I was drown in the match when Rafinha sat next to me, holding the spinach juice he just made. “Why are you so serious?” he played his hand between the tip of my hair.

“Just watch Rafa”

He let out a chuckle, standing up again before he gulped down his juice. I slapped his butt playfully when he purposely stood still in front of the TV, blocking my view.



“What are you wearing?”

I turned my focus to Rafinha who’s standing next to me, both hands on his hips, looking down at me confusedly, “What the hell are you wearing?” he repeated his question with a bit of irony.
“My jersey”

“Your jersey?”

I nodded. “Friedman gave me.” It was my jersey! My lovely Özil’s latest Arsenal home kit that my cousin just bought me from London when he visit me last months. I have to admit that I’m crazy in love over Mesut Özil, back from the world cup 2010 when he stunned us all with his brilliant performance. I was his fan girl when he played for Real Madrid, way before I met Rafinha, and I still am after he moved to Arsenal. And I couldn’t wait to see him beat Chelsea on the match tonight.

“Here, sit with me.” I patted the empty space in the couch.

“No. I’m going to watch something else upstairs.” I let out a big sigh after I saw him walking up to our room, purposely closing the door harder than usual. He’s being weird again.

I screamed when I saw Özil’s pass picked out by Walcott before his shot was kept out by Chelsea’s goalkeeper, then another groan came from my mouth when I saw Gabriel being sent off for kicking Costa.

It was in the middle of the break from the first half when I finished washing my dishes. I decided to go check on Rafinha in our room.

“Baby” Rafa lay on his back on the bed, playing with his phone.

“You’re so noisy” he said with a tiny bit of anger in his voice.

“I’m sorry baby” I threw myself on top of him, pampered him with kisses all over his face so that now I got all his attention.
“Stop, stoop!”

“Why are you mad?” I asked as I stroked his hair.

“Just watched that stupid game, they’re going to lose anyway”

“Why did you say that?”

“They lost one man”

“Oh, so you did watch the game!” I nudged his arm. Rafa would usually watch the Arsenal game with me; of course he’d snorted all the time I get the fan girl mode when I see Özil. “Why are you so cranky? Did I do something wrong?”

He turned his gaze to me, staring directly to my eyes, “No, you didn’t. I’m sorry for being a bit cranky.” With his right hand, he caresses my hair softly.

“I don’t like what you’re wearing. I hate to see you wearing that jersey.” he continued, making me stared down at him in confusion.

“Özil’s jersey? But you like Özil!”

He chuckled, “I don’t, I just like watching you praising him on his game. You look so happy. I can’t help to wonder whether you’re that excited when you cheer me on my game or not.”

“Of course, I cheer for you with all my life. You shoul’ve told me, let me know. I’m sorry, love.” I kissed him on both cheek and he smiled.

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His smile started fading as he put both of his hand on the side of my arms then he rolled over so now he’s above me. “Which one do you like more? Me or Özil?”


He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me roughly against him and kissed my lips in a demanding way that roused more anger than anything else, “I want you to pick one (y/n), Özil or me?”

His warm lips moved their way down my neck and stopped exactly in my sweet spot that made me moan his name in pleasure, “Rafael…”

His hand crawled beneath my jersey, moving ups and downs in my rib, “Should I asked you once again…?” he pulled out from the kiss, right hand holding the weight of his body, and his left hand started playing with my breast. He knew exactly how to make me crazy.

“You, I choose you. Rafael Alcântara, I choose you.” He chuckled, looking satisfied of he’s doing, and he leaned down again to kiss my lips that I happily returned.  Of course he knew he had won when I started crawling my hand on his torso, in desperate to see him off his clothes. “Wait.”

“Rafa please…” I whined.

“I need to throw that ugly jersey away first” He pulled the jersey off my body harshly making a small torn in the part which I didn’t really pay attention anymore. I then excitedly extended my hands to do the same thing, “One more thing…” he held my hand that was on his chest, a smug smirk appeared on his face before he let me continue taking his shirt off.

“Only my jersey is allowed in this house”

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Putting up tutoring flyers at your parent’s country club had been the best decision you’d made all summer.  Not only were you raking in extra cash while on summer holiday from your teaching job, you’d also met your boyfriend.  

He was sweet, funny, and smart - all things women in their 20s look for in a partner.  He also happened to be Niall Horan - one quarter of the biggest band on the planet, currently on hiatus from international stardom.  

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