hope you somehow enjoy this

this alone is enough

AN: Merry Christmas @ming85, for I am your secret santa!! Here’s some post-reveal Adrinette and Ladynoir with all the emotional vulnerability and witty banter and fluffy endings that I could muster. I used a few of your stunning works of art as inspiration :D I hope you enjoy this! @mlsecretsanta

(P.S:  When presented to a man, a white camellia is thought to bring luck!)

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Wakefulness comes not in a slow and gentle gradation, but in a sudden intake of breath, leaving awareness blindly catching up from the depths of the subconscious and trailing like an afterthought.

A smothered gasp catches in Adrien’s throat as he opens his eyes to greet the dark. It takes him a few dizzying moments to ground himself.

His head rolls over. His phone tells him it’s 2:14, but he already instinctively knows that. He’s woken up at odd hours for almost a decade, long enough to establish the habit of waking up during the witching hours in preparation for a fight no matter how tired he may be.

Somewhere near the top of his head, Plagg’s snores tickle through his hair. No deviation from Plagg’s breathing pattern indicates that anything might be wrong, but Adrien knows that nothing short of an apocalypse or the crinkle of a camembert wrapper will wake the kwami up. It’s easy enough to tune out the snores; this, too, is age-old habit.

Filtering through the large windows of the apartment is an undercurrent of cars rumbling, wind whistling, lights humming. A city breathing as it peacefully slumbers on through the dead hours of the nights.

“Adrien?” By his side, a blanketed lump rolls over and shifts until eyelashes flutter against his bare arm as Marinette peers up at him. “‘s’matter?”

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Imagine #15 Peter Maximoff (Request)

Requested by @fragcc: Could you make an Imagine of Peter getting sad when he realizes that you don’t like it when he frightens you with pranks? Please? XD

Originally posted by imaginecabin

Not my gif

Words: 1735

Warnings: fem!reader, typos, mild angst?, swears

A/N: You know that feeling, when you think you’re gonna write like 500 words to a prompt and it turns out to be almost 2000? I think I have a problem. Also I just reached 700 followers, which is AMAZING THANK YOU SO MUCH, but also mildly disturbing tbh :D Nvm, I hope you enjoy reading this! xoxo

Somehow, you managed to be terrified and not at all surprised at the same time, when you snuck out your dorm, trying to be as silent as possible, and suddenly felt a familiar hand on your shoulder.

“Fucking hell, Peter!”, you whispered aggressively and turned around to give him a glare. “What’re you up to?”, he asked with a grin, strategically ignoring your death stare.

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Invictus (Chap 100)

Summary : “So then, before I can even think about doing something stupid like trying to stab him with his fucking paperknife, he gives me a choice, see?” Haymitch continued, almost detached. “Either I play nice like all the other victors or he will kill my family. I could either become his puppet – greatest punishment he could give me, according to him – or I could become the example.” AU in which Haymitch’s family lives. Hayffie.

I’m a bit emotional haha. Chapter 100. This makin it officially my longest story I think (HADS doesn’t count since it’s made of one shots). And look! You’re still there! I can’t believe this story will only be over in only 13 chapters (says she as if 13 chapters wasn’t normal lenth for a normal fic). I hope you enjoy this somehow softer chapter. I hope you’ve enjoyed everything up until this point. Let me know!

Chapter 100 :

“Home, sweet home.” Haymitch mocked, dropping her welcoming kit on his bed.

Effie lingered on the threshold hesitantly until Iris rose from the table where she was knitting and hugged her tight, ushering her in before sliding the door shut behind her. Effie was overwhelmed, that was plain to see, but she soon fixed a smile on her face and politely nodded at everything his mother was explaining about the scans and the timetables and the lack of privacy afforded by the window giving on the corridor.

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Meet the Author

Dean Winchester found himself grinning like a hopelessly-happy idiot as he felt his daughter squirm impatiently on his shoulders. Her small feet kicked at his chest enough that he grabbed onto her ankles to keep her from bruising him. It was a big day for the both of them. Mary was going to meet her favorite children’s author and Dean was able to see his daughter’s unbridled happiness. Ever since the night he realized that one day Mary would be too heavy to sit on his shoulders, he has been finding more ways to capture her youth so that he’d have memories to hold onto when she grew up.

“Dad!” Mary squealed as she tugged on his hair. “The line is so long!”

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I’mma Give It To You Girl, Right Now.

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

Featuring: BTS, All members
Genre: Smut
By: Admin S 

Short drabbles inspired by THIS post. I saw it, and it stuck in my head until I wrote it. I suggest that you look at it first before reading the drabbles…or somehow have the post open as you read. Hope you all enjoy~

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Elevatorway to heaven

Somehow Namjoon knew he shouldn’t have taken the elevator that day.

namjin - PG-17

2946 words full of sin.

i wish i could be sorry. i’m not.

obviously written under the influence of BTS ‘Sick’ concept pictures.

kimnamjins and i couldn’t settle on top!Jin or top!Namjoon so we decided to do both. no regrets. here’s top!Joon for you, hope you’ll enjoy!

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“Late night snack” Bucky x reader (drabble)

Title: “Late night snack”

 Requested by: Anonymous asked: Hey there! I’m a huge fan of your work, you’re really talented! Could you write a prompt using number 7 with fem!reader and Bucky? Pretty please?”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x FEM-Reader

Prompts: #7 “That was MY damn cheese!” || MASTERLIST

Word count: Drabble drabble 404

Warnings: None my darlings, none. Idk it’s cute?! 

A/N: This is so pure and innocent I want to scream. As usual if there are any misspellings or errors sorry I’ll fix them in the morning. Now enjoy! (Hope this is somehow what you wanted Anon!) If you liked this lemme know?! 

Requests are still open

|| I don’t own Bucky Barnes or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||

The constant noise outside in the street woke her up, and it didn’t matter how hard she tried the “sleeping again plan” it wasn’t working. Not even counting sheep. So she came out of the California queen sized bed that her parents gave her for her last birthday and decided that it was time for a late night snack. If she wasn’t able to sleep, at least she was going to eat something.

Y/N started to walk towards the kitchen in her bare foot but when she saw that the light of the room was on she stopped her walking just to reach the baseball bat that was near her bedroom door. Of course she could use her own hands to defend herself, like her boyfriend teach her but… the bat was a safer option.

Walking again to the kitchen she was about to hit whatever/whoever was there when a metal hand stopped the wood.

“Geez, doll! You could’ve hurt me!”

“Bucky?” She asked, watching her boyfriend standing in front of her. All dressed in black and covered in bruises and dirt.

“Hm surprise?” He said and gave a bite to the sandwich in his flesh hand.

She looked at him with her mouth open, and leaving behind the bat she pointed at the sandwich with her finger.

“What are you eating?”

“A cheese sandwich?”

“A cheese sandwich?” she asked.

“Yes Y/N a cheese sandwich”

She opened the fridge door to see that there were no more cheese left.

That was MY damn cheese!” she yelled frustrated “I was about to eat it!”

Bucky laughed and grabbed her by the waist, closing the door of the fridge with a loud bang.

“I came back from a mission, a long one and you wanna argue about cheese?” she nodded “damn”

“I was hungry” She said and grabbed the back of his neck, attracting their faces together.

“And now?” He smirked, peeking her nose with his.

“Oh now I’m aware that you’re back” he smiled and kissed her slightly, but before he knew she was running with his sandwich back to her bedroom. “But I’m still hungry” She yelled and laughed when he entered in her room and went straight to her. Covering her clothes with dirt.

“Now I’m gonna take a shower, but after that, young lady, I have plans for us”

“Oh, I can’t wait” She said finishing the sandwich and licking her fingers.

Highway To Love

100 Ways To Say ‘I Love You’ - #1 “Pull over.  Let me drive for a while.”

Woozi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 842 words

Dt: @jihoonns and @leejihoonz and @with-woozi I love you guys very much. Hope you somehow enjoy this weird lil scenario thing

Hey, so I have decided that I’m going to start a lil series called 100 Way To Say ‘I Love You’ and it’s gonna be for the members of Seventeen. I’ll do at least one one for each member of Seventeen. This is just an attempt for me to 1) decide my Seventeen bias (lmao we know that’s probably never going to happen) and 2) so I can improve my terrible writing. Hoepfully this goes well. If you want to see what’s to come, look right here!

  Lamp posts serve as guides, their artificial light illuminating the road on either side. It is a slow and quiet journey as you drive down the road, the only other person accompanying you being Jihoon sitting reclined in his seat, eyes gently glued shut.

  You’re not surprised that he’s already asleep. He had been working for hours in the Pledis building, and you’re still not sure exactly what he was doing. Seungcheol had told you that Jihoon had been working on different tracks for their new album, but Soonyoung had told you that Jihoon had been perfecting a certain dance move that he just couldn’t seem to get right. Either way, all twelve of the boys had contacted you, begging you to save their beloved member, please just haul him out of the building and take him home so the poor guy can rest.

  Jihoon had been awake when you found him alone in the studio, his figure hunched over scattered papers littered with illegible scribblings. He had been sweating as if it was a late summer’s night, despite the cold winter air outside nipping and pricking every fraction of exposed skin that it could find.

  You had called out his name in a whisper, in a voice that overflowed with concern for your beloved. A single hand on his back was enough for him to sigh and slowly turn his head around towards you. The charcoal shadows under his eyes went for miles, drawing all attention to itself. His eyes were heavy, about to close and collapse under the weight of sleep, and strands of his hair were stuck to his forehead as if it had been plastered on with paste.

  When you told him that he needed to go home, he suddenly became very vocal, voicing his complaints, telling you that he needs to finish the song, who cares that it’s 3’o clock in the morning? But his actions contradicted his words, because when you pulled him up he willingly stood, almost sighing in bliss when his skin came in contact with your incredibly warm and fuzzy sweater.

  Now you drive down the road stretched in a single unyielding line, seemingly going on forever, a smooth path to help you get home. There is no music coming from the radio, no song to serve as the soundtrack to your latest little adventure. You can only hear Jihoon’s soft, rhythmic breaths, beating in time with the heart filled with thousands of oceans.

  You should have gotten more sleep; you really should have. But how could you have slept when the rest of Seventeen were constantly sending you updates on Jihoon’s worsening and sleep-deprived state?

  In that instant, driving down the darkened path, everything is just so peaceful, so calm, so serene. It wouldn’t hurt if you just closed your eyes for a second. It’s not like there are any cars around anyway.

  You head is heavy, your feet are aching, and right now the seat of your car just feels so comfortable. It’d be alright if you just—

  “Pull over. Let me drive for a while.”

  Your head snaps up, spine straightening, eyes widening as you let yourself briefly glance at the now-awake Jihoon before averting your attention back to the dark road. You can feel his heavy gaze on you, but you don’t turn back towards him.

  “No,” you say, shaking your head, the tresses of your hair tangling and intertwining. “You should sleep. I’m fine.”

  Jihoon heaves a sigh as if your refusal causes him great pain. “Don’t be so stubborn and just pull over already. If I don’t drive soon, you might fall asleep and make us crash.”

  “That’s not going to happen. I’m perfectly ca—”

  “Pull over.” He sounds more awake this time, more alert, and he spills a bit of his usual aggression into his tone to show you that he’s serious, you need to pull over and let him drive. You sigh this time, a bit disappointed in yourself for what you’re about to do.

  The car pulls over to the side, swiftly and curt. Jihoon is out of the car before you are, appearing at your side and opening the door for you. You’re slouched in your seat and he reaches over, unbuckling you and pulling you out by the hand. He tells you to go to the passengers seat and strap in, he’s gotten a bit rest now and he’ll be fine to drive for awhile. You do not protest, hauling yourself into the seat with great effort, barely able to buckle the seatbelt.

  The engine roars, but it is not loud enough to distract you from the great, inviting temptation of letting go and slipping away from the night of artificial lights and yellow-painted lines. Your eyes are closed, but your ears are still alert, and when your eyelids cut off your vision and engulf you in the warm darkness, you listen to the fading sound of Jihoon’s flowing voice, singing a song of affection mixed with your name.

anonymous asked:

Could I get a piece where Germany and/or Prussia is encouraging their friend (the reader) to exersise and eat healthy? I could really use some eencouragement right now... thank you!!

(I tried to come up with something encouraging, but that’s somehow the best that I could write… I hope you enjoy!)

“Why are you looking at these pictures, Y/N?” Germany asked and pointed at the screen in front of them where one could see images of skinny, athletic models in swim suits. “Don’t you think they’re pretty?” Y/N asked solemnly. “They’re models, that’s the only thing they have to be – it’s their job” Germany replied and shrugged. Y/N sighted: “I wish I could look like that.” “Like a swim suit model? Come on, you know as well as I do they’re all photoshopped” Germany answered sceptically. “Maybe… but they look so athletic and thin” Y/N muttered and turned away. “You know, you don’t have to look like that. But if it would help you feel better, why don’t you try to eat healthier and start doing sports regularly?” he asked sternly. “Because I can’t even go jogging for thirty minutes without dying five times!” Y/N sighted in resignation. “I made Italy run a marathon, so I think I can make you run for an hour” Germany replied. Y/N looked sceptical: “You know I hate jogging?” “Do you think anyone loves jogging from the beginning?? Certainly I didn’t” he replied and added: “Look, being fit and healthy is better than being sick, but skinny.” “…Will you help me?” Y/N asked sceptically. “I said I would. I tend not to lie.” “You have a history of breaking agreements, though” Y/N replied in a mocking way. He rolled his eyes: “You want to run laps?” “I probably have to, anyways” Y/N replied and shrugged. “Alright. I’ll come up with a plan, but remember, the key is to be determined” he nodded: “And your number one goal has to be to become fit. Not to become skinny.” “Fit. Understood, Commander!” Y/N nodded smilingly. “Then why do you want to become fit? Name your goal. It will help you to stay focused” Germany demanded. “Why… well. I don’t want to be defenceless anymore. I want to be able to fight if I have to” Y/N replied solemnly. He smiled a tiny, tiny bit: “Good. But remember, if the world goes to war again or if someone attacks you, I’ll stand by you.”

Winter - smallameangel - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Frisk & Sans (Undertale), Frisk/Sans (Undertale)
Characters: Frisk (Undertale), Sans (Undertale)
Additional Tags: Male Frisk, Post-Undertale Pacifist Route, Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Snow Day, Budding Love, Adult Frisk, POV Frisk
Series: Part 7 of Frans Week Short Stories

Day 6 for fransweek’s tumblr challenge!

Frisk is stuck indoors every winter due to the cold, unable to enjoy the snow. Sans surprises him with something special that’ll change his life for the better.

I had a rough day, but somehow this lovely story came through!

@fransweek Hope you all enjoy! :)

Jungkook: cold heat pt2

Word count: 1848

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15 | Part 16

A/N: Here’s the part 2! wow, somehow it became longer than I expected. I hope you enjoy and as always, thank you for reading!

“Sorry, excuse me,” you apologized, bumping a few shoulders and dodging some toddlers playing tag as you weaved through the crowd. You barely kept your eye on a bobbing red beanie, getting farther away from you by the second. “Jungkook, would you slow down a bit?” you called out. In actuality, it wasn’t even that he was walking too fast. He just wouldn’t spare one glance backward, simply continuing to walk off towards who knows where, not bothering to wait while you battled the crowd of fellow park-goers. You broke through the bulk of the crowd and ran to catch up to Jungkook. You decided to walk a bit closer so as not to lose him again.

“Where are we even going? We just passed Python and Fly High. You’re skipping all the good rides.” 

“Go ride them if you want,“ he replied, nonchalant, “Single riders get to skip the line anyway.”

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Happy’s Honey

Originally posted by myowndesiress

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine, based on Sugar by Maroon 5 and imagine #2 of Week 4, as requested by a wonderful Nonny, I hope you all enjoy. This one got away from me and somehow turned into something smutty/fluffy…I don’t even know. I hope it doesn’t disappoint. Rate M for some smut.

Happy’s Honey


I’m hurting, baby, I’m broken down
I need your loving, loving
I need it now
When I’m without you
I’m something weak
You got me begging, begging
I’m on my knees
I don’t wanna be needing your love
I just wanna be deep in your love
And it’s killing me when you’re away, ooh, baby,
‘Cause I really don’t care where you are
I just wanna be there where you are
And I gotta get one little taste

Your sugar
Yes, please
Won’t you come and put it down on me?
I’m right here, 'cause I need
Little love, a little sympathy
Yeah, you show me good loving
Make it alright
Need a little sweetness in my life
Your sugar
Yes, please
Won’t you come and put it down on me?


She smiles at the sound of the bike roaring just outside, and she doesn’t even have to lift her eyes to the clock on the wall. She knows what time it is, and dusting her hands over the apron tied to her waist she walks to the door and flips the lock, the bell hanging over head chiming when he pushes open the door.

Happy fills the doorway, his eyes immediately finding hers and when he steps inside, she counts the beats of her heart as the door closes behind him, her gaze staying on him even when she feels her pulse jump when he turns his back to her so he can flip the lock behind him.

“Anyone else here?” his voice is light when he turns back around, a smiling tugging at the corners of his mouth as he chews on a toothpick.

“Just me,” she keeps her voice light as she skirts back around the display case. They are cleaned and empty, no trace of the baked goods from the day to be seen. She was after all interrupted while prepping for the next day. She sets back to work, her hands working quickly to knead dough, but she nearly jumps out of her skin when his lips graze her ear.

“It’s closing time Honey,” he says, his hands coming to rest on her hips, and she sighs when he pulls her flush against him, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip when she feels his hard length pressing against her ass.

“Happy, we’ve been over this,” she says trying to keep her thoughts straight. “I have to finish this before I can leave.”

“Okay, we’ll do it your way,” he says and before she can register what he means he’s turning her towards him, his hands sliding down her arms to cuff her wrists, her lower back pressing against the counter. His mouth captures hers, and she’s drowning in him.

He leads her out of the kitchen and into the stock room, her hands lifted up over her head as he nips at her throat and she strains to drop her arms.

“Mmm, can’t have you getting flour all over me baby,” he murmurs as he works her apron off, and taking her mouth with his once more he sets to work on the clasp of her jeans, all too happy to swallow her gasp when his hand dips into her panties, fingers circling her clit. He groans against her throat, his teeth scraping where her pulse hammers. “Already so wet for me Honey.”

“Fuck,” she pants her head dropping back as her hips roll against his hand, “Happy, please.”


He wakes slow, and turning he finds the spot beside him empty. He stifles a yawn and glances at the clock on the nightstand.

5:15 a.m.

He can already hear her busily working downstairs, and because he knows he isn’t going to be able to go back to sleep without her he slides out of her bed. He takes in the size of her room, and shakes his head. She runs a successful bakery and he knows she pulls in a decent amount, yet she insists on staying in the impossibly small apartment above it.

He hates it.

She deserves something better. Something more.

The thought startles him as he steps into her shower letting the hot water run over his head, but he swallows the panic, after all he knew from the moment he started sneaking into her bed this is where things were heading.


He strolls into the clubhouse at half past six, and setting the powder blue box on the table he watches as his brother’s eyes widen in delight before tearing into the goodies tucked within.

“Why didn’t you say you were going to Honey’s,” Bobbie asks carefully selecting a cinnamon roll, and giving a shrug of his shoulder Happy settles at the table.

“Because he wouldn’t have had any room on the bike for himself if we’d given him an order,” Jax says around a mouthful and the truth of the statement draws collective laughter.

“Hap,” Opie’s eyes narrow at him, “is that flour on your shoulder?”


My broken pieces
You pick them up
Don’t leave me hanging, hanging
Come give me some
When I’m without ya
I’m so insecure
You are the one thing, one thing
I’m living for
I don’t wanna be needing your love
I just wanna be deep in your love
And it’s killing me when you’re away, ooh, baby,
'Cause I really don’t care where you are
I just wanna be there where you are
And I gotta get one little taste

Your sugar
Yes, please
Won’t you come and put it down on me?
I’m right here,
'Cause I need
Little love, a little sympathy
Yeah, you show me good loving
Make it alright
Need a little sweetness in my life
Your sugar! (sugar!)
Yes, please (yes, please)
Won’t you come and put it down on me?


She flips the closed sign, taking one more sweep with her eyes to the deserted store front. There’s no sign of Happy tonight, and while they don’t spend every night together, he usually sends a message to let her know. Letting out a soft sigh she turns out the lights.

Their relationship leaves her confused more often than not. She knows who he is, what he does. She’s lived in Charming long enough to gain some understanding over how things work with the Sons, and while she is certainly nothing like the women who hang around the club, she can’t help but wonder if that’s why he’s never brought her around; or at the very least brought some of his friends to meet her.

She fights the tears, refusing to let herself fall apart. She may be in love with him, but she’ll be damned if she’s going to be reduced to a cliché because of it. Halfway up the stairs to her apartment she hears the pounding on the door, and without a thought she runs back down, and with the flip of the light she finds Happy on the other side of the door.

She recognizes the look on his face, and flipping the lock she pulls the door open, her arms circling him. He hugs her so tight she swears her bones grind against each other, but she doesn’t say anything, she just lets him hold on for as long as he needs, and when at last his hold loosens she takes him by the hand and leads him upstairs.


He watches her as she works. She doesn’t say a word as she unzips his sweater, pushing it from his shoulders, and her eyes meet his only once when she starts to help him from his Cut, and with curiosity blooming he watches how she doesn’t just toss the leather onto the floor with the sweater; instead she crosses to the closet and after a moment of rooting around she produces a hanger which she uses to hang his Cut up beside her coat. She turns back to him, he hands coming up to cup his face and turning it from side to side he knows she’s assessing how bad it is.

“Good news, you won’t need stitches,” she says finally breaking up the silence. “A few butterfly bandages should do the trick.”

He doesn’t say anything he just keeps watching her as she disappears into the bathroom and when she comes back out she has a first aid kit in hand. She positions herself between his legs, tipping his head back and to the side, and with a smile she presses a disinfectant pad to the torn skin. He lets out a hiss of pain between clenched teeth and she offers a soft smile.

“The last time I told you I was going to use this on you, you acted like a baby about it,” she says and because he remembers it just as well as she does all he can do is smile. She hums as she cleans him up and when she’s done she presses a soft kiss to each bandage. “I imagine you’ll want a shower. I can heat up some left overs for you.”

She starts to turn away from him but he snags her hand pulling him back towards him, and because he craves the closeness he presses his face to her chest, his arms coming around her, and she lets him hold on. No questions asked.


I want that red velvet
I want that sugar sweet
Don’t let nobody touch it
Unless that somebody’s me
I gotta be your man
There ain’t no other way
'Cause girl you’re hotter than a southern California day

I don’t wanna play no games
You don’t gotta be afraid
Don’t give me all that shy shit
No make-up on
That’s my

Yes, please (please)
Won’t you come and put it down on me (down on me)?
I’m right here (right here), 'cause I need ('cause I need)
Little love, a little sympathy
So, baby, (yeah) you show me good loving
Make it alright
Need a little sweetness in my life
Your sugar! (sugar!)
Yes, please (yes, please)
Won’t you come and put it down on me?
Yes, please
Won’t you come and put it down on me?
I’m right here, 'cause I need
Little love, a little sympathy
Yeah, you show me good loving
Make it alright
Need a little sweetness in my life


He wakes when he feels her shift in bed beside him. He can tell what time it is without even looking at the clock, but before she can get out of bed, he’s rolling over and pinning her to the mattress. Her voice is soft and thick with sleep as she presses her lips to his bare shoulder.

Last night wasn’t the first time he shared a bed with her without there being anything more than holding one another; but for him it was the most profound. She’s been one of the most consistent parts of his life, why it’s taken him this long to realize it, he doesn’t know.

“Happy, I have to get up,” she says her hands coming up to cover her face, but he just shakes his head pulling her hands back down so he can stare at her. She is easily hands down the most beautiful woman he’s laid eyes on, outside of his own mother of course, and he hates that he hasn’t told her that enough.

“Not today Honey,” he says the seriousness in his voice making her eyebrows draw together. “Have one of the other girls open. I want you to come meet my family.”


Your sugar! (sugar!)
Yes, please (yes, please)
Won’t you come and put it down on me? (down on me, down on me)


Bury me. IN the ground. Fully conscious. With only one can of Dr. Pepper.

The only reason I’m posting this is so I can say without a doubt that I finally finished it so it’ll stop haunting me. I’m so sorry for this. It turned out horribly. But, as it’s customary for me to say, I hope you guys (somehow) enjoy it.

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ryusxnka  asked:

He's fairly late due to paperwork. But be that as it may, he has finally found the ailing captain and presented to him a vast bowl of shaved ice. It was decorated with some of his favorite fruits and a delicious fruity syrup. " Here, Ukitake. As I've stated. -- I've come to share this with you. " a pause " I've made it myself. -- I do hope you enjoy it. "

the day had been long and somehow through all it’s happenings, the ailing captain had somehow managed to forget about his young valentine! luckily the little genius had remembered and sought him out himself. at first when Jushirou saw he blinked, wondering why he had come with shaved ice until Toushirou explained it and leaving him to feel quite sheepish indeed.

 ‘ oh dear, it seems i’m getting forgetful in my old age. but i’m so glad you came and goodness, did you? well i’m certain i’ll be enjoying this very much! ‘ eagerly taking the large bowl from the young captain with the biggest of smiles. ‘ i had no idea you could… oh, haha right. hyourinmaru! most convenient, mm. now, won’t you sit down and stay with me for a while? ‘


This is bad. Like, REALLY bad. But I haven’t posted fluff in a while, so I couldn’t pass up the opportunity. This is based on a prompt from @imaginetipo
/ @wolfchalk, although I’ve sorta altered it for the sake of keeping it a little bit different from the other versions that have been posted… God this ones horrible. I’m sorry. ^^’

Also, from here on out, I’ll be putting all of my fics under Keep Readings. If it’s SFW (as this one is), I’ll show the first few paragraphs before the cut. If you’re on mobile, just copy the link into a web browser. That should do the trick! Hope you somehow enjoy this!

“Hey, look!” Po shouted every three or four minutes. “I found these flowers!” he said each time, presenting Tigress with a small array of white clovers and daisies and selfheals. “Aren’t they beautiful?” he gushed after she took them. “Just like someone else I know.”

Tigress couldn’t find the heart to tell him that these “flowers” were actually weeds.

But classification didn’t really matter to Po. If he saw something he deemed beautiful, then by the gods it was so. It didn’t matter if that beauty was considered a nuisance or a pest and was routinely suppressed and torn down. All he saw was color, was loveliness, was its desire to grow and thrive. And so, he respected and adored what most others hated.

Maybe that was why he had fallen for her.

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