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The tit-off

So I tried uploading this for over two days now. But since our home interet had a melt-down I have to use the mobile version of tumblr and it won’t let me upload anything. :/
So.. The last two panels were additional - hence a bit sketchy, but mobile tumblr won’t even let me put pictures in my text posts XD
So… Uh I hope you like it?? Kuro and Shiro are having a little tit-off in this one, because they both try to impress Keith. Kuro is slightly smaller and less bulky than Shiro (but he’s still bulkier than most so damnit)… But he knows how to put his muscles on display ;)
He’s also a bit paler than the rest, but that’s because the poor baby has never seen the sun before.
Maybe I’ll draw a comic where the Paladins take him on a trip to a planet and he gets a sunburn after like five minutes or so XD

the-fae-weaver-of-words77  asked:

“let’s keep this between the two of us.” Azriel and Feyre?

“Let’s keep this between the two of us, okay?” Feyre mutters to Az as he slips, unobtrusively into her bedchamber and she jumps to her feet, hurrying to meet him. 

The shadowsinger just nods, ever dutiful to his High Lady’s every wish. 

“No-one saw you come up here, did they?” she can’t help herself asking anxiously, glancing over his shoulder as though expecting Rhys to burst through the door at any moment and catch them together. 

Azriel just gives her a flat look that implies he’s insulted she would even ask such a thing of him. Perks of being a super spy, she supposes. 

“Alright, I’m ready,” she says, holding out a hand in invitation. Azriel grips it tightly and they winnow into shadow and darkness. They emerge moments later onto the pleasantly warm Velaris streets, pleasantly bustling but not overly crowded, something neither of them would have appreciated. 

They set off together, Azriel quietly leading the way while Feyre follows, smiling and nodding at some of the people they pass who wave greetings to her. “Thanks so much for this, Az,” she puffs out, checking her bag to ensure she brought her purse with her. She doesn’t usually, typically relying on the convenient credit she has in most stores, but she doesn’t want Rhys to have any inclination of her purchase today. “You’re a lifesaver.” 

“It’s no trouble,” he says, leading them down into a quiet, shaded street and walking to the very end, a small store tucked into the corner. “I live to serve at the  High Lady’s pleasure.” She squints up at him, one eyebrow raised, and he smirks. “And entertaining as his last birthday was, I understand it’s not an experience you want to repeat.” 

“No,” Feyre groans, burying her face in a hand at the shame of it. She has many talents and she loves her mate dearly, as Azriel knows,  but gift buying has never been her strong-suit. And the bastard has a habit of finding exactly what she wants every single year without fail. Just once she wants to get him something absolutely perfect. Fortunately, she has a secret weapon in the form of Azriel. 

“Really though,” she grumbles, pushing into the shop after him, “Who’s allergic to strawberries?”  

“Rhys,” Azriel hums simply in that way that implies he knows everything in the world and that nothing could ever surprise him. 

Well, he had been surprised last year when Rhys had taken a large bite from one of the chocolates she had delightedly given him and then promptly started choking. The shadowsinger hadn’t been expecting that. Unfortunately neither had she. 

“And Keir,” he adds as an apparently innocent afterthought. 

Feyre blinks, startled, looking round at him. She supposes it’s not too odd, Keir and Rhys are related, even distantly. Still, “I suspect that comes from the list you have tucked away somewhere that details every known method of killing that bastard; not a concern for the steward’s meal choices?” She muses lightly. That tugs a small, dark smirk out of Az. 

Azriel leads her to the back of the shop then stops in front of one of the small, dusty glass-fronted cabinets to let her see what he’s picked out for her. She opens her mouth to point out that the display is stuffed full of items, she isn’t sure which one he means, but she stops when she sees it, her face lighting up in a smile. Hugging a rather startled Az she whispers, “It’s perfect.” And is relieved when he accepts the hug, smiling, patting her rather awkwardly on the shoulder to convey his acceptance of her gratitude. 

Once Feyre has made her purchase and had it carefully wrapped up by the owner, who seems friendly with Azriel, well, as friendly as anyone can be with him, the two wander back out onto the streets of Velaris. Feyre insists on dragging him into a nearby shop and pressing a large amount of fine differently coloured balls of wool into Az’s protesting hands and then further insists on taking him for a quiet cup of tea. 

She rarely spends time alone with the shadowsinger, he always seems to be out somewhere on some secret mission sometimes she doubts even Rhys knows about. That or closeted up in his room with Mor, enjoying the time he has with her. Usually she only has conversations with him like this when they all go to Rita’s and neither of them feel much like dancing for an hour or so. 

It’s nice, though. Azriel has a quiet, oddly calming presence, even with the shadows darting around him, whispering, always whispering. There’s a comfort to being around him, a sense of safety, and an odd feeling that she could tell him anything and he would simply nod and understand. As a result, Az is the one she’s gone to more times than she can count when she’s had a difficult decision about the court to make that she doesn’t want to put on her mate. He inevitably listens to all she has to say and offers a few quiet insights that help her make up her mind. She values his opinion, and his friendship, more highly than she thinks he’ll ever know. 

Not longer after they’ve sat down in a comfortable booth by the window, they’re both brought two teas and slices of cake that she hadn’t ordered, but that she suspects Azriel did, given that they’re both topped with liberal amounts of strawberries and that their arrival prompts a rare, mischievous smile to blossom across his lips. 

Feyre nibbles at her cake then decides now is as good a time as any to bring up what she wants to, as well as have her revenge for this little dig about the strawberries. Looking slyly at Az over the rim of her cup she says innocently, “I’m sorry to take you away from Mor, I know you just got back, you must have been wanting to spend some time with her.” 

Azriel just blinks at her, saying nothing, as he drops a lump of sugar into his tea. Then another. Then another. She’s discovered, from these little retreats they make to this place from time to time when they both need a little peace and quiet, that he takes an inordinate amount of sugar in his tea. He had confessed to her once, with a small smile, that it was his one and only weakness. 

Finally, carefully, too carefully, Azriel says, “I’ll have plenty of time to brief Mor, later.” Yes, brief her, amongst other things. 

“Mm,” Feyre muses, taking a small sip of tea, “Wouldn’t you rather have spent the morning with her than me?” 

Azriel blinks, apparently genuinely bemused by this comment, “You’re my friend, Feyre,” he says quietly, sincerely, “I like spending time with both of you.” Damn. She really should leave the subtlety and intrigue up to Az as well as the gift choosing. And he’s too earnest and good-natured, there’s no fun in teasing him at all. 

“Azriel,” she says quietly, a soft smile tugging at her lips, “I know.” He blinks owlishly up at her again, clearly implying you know what? And she just scowls at him because if she doesn’t get to tease him then she’s not playing games with him either. 

A deep flush of colour burns into Az’s cheeks as he stares at her, “How?” he rasps eventually and she smirks smugly at him. 

“You’re not the only one who can know other people’s secrets, Az,” she says with a grin, taking another pointed bite of the strawberry cake, which really isn’t half bad. She might have to bring Rhys here at some point, then she might have half a chance of finishing a dessert on her own without the High Lord’s spoon magically making its way over to her plate while he twitters about ‘mating bond equality’ and ‘what’s yours is mine, Feyre darling’. 

Azriel’s face darkens at that and a low, protective growl rumbles in his chest, “Who told you?” he demands, hands curling into fists. 

She starts in surprise at the sudden black venom in his voice and opens her mouth to say something when Azriel freezes, apparently realising how he’d reacted. The blush on his cheeks darkens and his wings twitch, clearly uncomfortable. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly, and she has her suspicions that he and Mor haven’t been together for long confirmed, based on his response. 

“It’s alright, I understand,” she says quietly, and she does. That need to protect, to keep her safe must be heightened for the two of them after the amount of time they spent apart. She smiles, “And no-one told me, Az,” she huffs, a faint hint of playful scolding in her tone, “I can find some things out without the help of you and your spies, you know, I’m not blind.” 

“Says the woman who didn’t notice for nearly fifty years that her mate is allergic to strawberries,” Az mumbles into his tea, but she notes the playful spark in his eyes and resists the urge to kick him under the table with difficulty.

Instead she reaches over and takes his hand, “I’m happy for you, Azriel. For both of you. You deserve this,” she gives his hand a soft squeeze and finally manages to coax a faint smile from him.  “But why-” 

“Didn’t we tell anyone?” Azriel supplies for her. She supposes he has to find some way to claw back his composure, the best way he knows how, making sure he knows everything she does. Mostly. She nods. He shifts uncomfortably, wings rustling in agitation at his back as he shrugs. “We would have, when we were ready,” he says quietly. “We’re just…Not.” She’s never seen him so discomposed before, he’s usually the picture of articulate eloquence. But Mor…She does this to him. “Not yet, Feyre, please-” 

She gives his hand another quick squeeze, smiling, “I won’t breathe a word of it to anyone, Az, I promise.” He smiles, nodding his head, and thanks her. 

They finish their tea and cake and then Feyre winnows him to Mor’s townhouse before returning herself to the House of Wind to finish up her preparations for Rhys’ birthday. 

The next day, her mate is delighted by the delicate ornament of crystal Illyrian wings she gives him, after having spent all of the day before painting them, accenting the details until they’re a near perfect replica of her mate’s own. 

Feyre notes the way Azriel’s scarred, gentle hand slides around Mor’s waist, squeezing, drawing her in close, just for a moment while no-one else is watching….But misses the way Rhys raises his glass of wine in Azriel’s direction while she’s chatting to Mor, thanking his brother for picking out the gift. Az nods and smiles. The two of them are content to keep this particular secret between themselves for the rest of their long eternities. 

With Love And Money

 Sugar Daddy!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, D/s themes, i think that’s it

Words: 8k 

Request:  ahhh yonni omg could you do a really nasty yoongi daddy kink smut with spanking please?


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I couldnt stop thinking about this post so I decided to write a little drabbly thing inspired by it.

Word Count: 1388

You walked into the sixth store that day, you had only found a couple of new things so far but looking around this place you knew you would have some luck here. It had been a couple months since you and your long term boyfriend had broken up and you were finally starting to feel happy and confident again. You got a new haircut, a facial, and the sun was shinning. You had spent the day shopping and walking around the city with your best friend and you couldn’t be happier. You were feeling truly great without the stress of a relationship or a man not to mention you were finally updating you closet. You and your best friend walked around the most recent store picking up hanger afterhanger of clothes for you to try on. “What do you think of this color?” you ask your best friend holding up a top. “It’s not bad, but I think this would look even better!” (Y/F/N) says holding up a similar shirt in a different color. You grab them both, along with the rest of the pile and head to the fitting rooms.

Your friend waited outside the fitting rooms sitting on one of those big poofy cushion chairs waiting for you to come out for opinions. You step into the room and try on the first outfit, turning around a couple of times, you loved the bottoms but you weren’t really sure about the cut of the top, so you decided to step out and ask your friend. You made sure the door wouldn’t lock and stepped down the hallway to the sitting area. You saw your friend, but she didn’t see you, she was too busy looking at a group of a couple of guys standing around a clothing rack. You werent really in the mindset to be thinking or caring about guys at the moment so you called your friend’s name to get their opinion. “I really like that shirt actually, its a really good look for you” she answered when you asked about it. You nodded in agreement and went back to your fitting room to try more things on. Before you finished changing you heard your phone beep. You pulled on the next pair of jeans and checked the message and it was from your best friend. “Why didn’t she just come back here what could be so important?” you thought rolling your eyes but opening the message anyway.

Not to be weird and I know you swore off guys for a while or whatever but there are at least 2 cute hockey players that are here"

You rolled your eyes and sighed, she was correct in saying you swore off guys, you especially were not interested in some womanizer hyper masculine hockey player. You put your phone away and walked out to show your friend the top she had picked out. Despite your best effort not to care, you did a quick sweep of the store to see if there were any familiar hockey faces. You didn’t see anything at first glance so you walked over to your friend and showed her the top, commenting that you thought you liked the color of the other one better. Before she could say anything a masculine voice from the corner chimed in, “That color looks really good on you, but I didn’t see the other one so I can’t really say” You turned around to see a tall (admittedly good looking) guy smirking at you. You heard your friend attempt to hold in a squeal, which you figured must mean this guy was one of those hockey players she was talking about. He did look familiar but you couldn’t come up with a name.

“Thank you” you replied, “ but I don’t know if I want to take fashion advice from a guy that doesn’t even seem to know how to wear a hat.”

You said it playfully, but you were a little annoyed at a stranger (an a guy nonetheless) interrupting your bff day out. He laughed at the jab and looked like he wanted to say more. But before he could you turned back to your friend and said, “Well that was weird, so do you like it better than the other one? I want to look at more places so I dont really wanna get both.”

“Uh yeah sure it’s totally nice” she said distractedly. You could tell she was still looking at the guy that had spoke to you and his friends.

“You remember this is supposed to be an us day right? No boys no relationships just clothes and shoes” You were getting a little annoyed so you turned to go back to your fitting room to try on the rest of the things so you could pay and get out of there and back to your bffs only day of shopping. You gathered up your things and headed to the cash register. Your friend quickly followed behind apologizing for being so inconsiderate.

“It’s okay” you said swiping your card. You grabbed your bags and thanked the cashier, but as you went to walk away you were stopped by a large body. The same one that tried talking to you earlier. You couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by how good he smelled and the firmness of his chest you felt when you bumped into him was making you feel some kind of way. “Uh I’m sorry” the deep voice you had heard earlier said. You looked up to brown eyes and a chiseled jaw like you had never seen before. You were beginning to forget your ‘I don’t need a man’ attitude from earlier. “Uh its fine. I should have been paying attention to where I was going.” You managed to get out. You could hear your friend behind you taking pictures and trying to quietly freak out.

“We should probably get out of the way” he said. Grabbing your arm and moving the two of you away from the line. Where his hand had touched your skin felt electric. You laughed nervously and thanked him for moving you. He smiled and you took a quick second to regather yourself. “Thanks for the input over there, I decided to get that one” you said now hoping to continue on the conversation so you could keep looking at this handsome guy. “Yeah anytime” he said smiling and scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t catch your name” you said holding out your hand after setting some bags on the ground. “Its Auston, Auston Matthews” he replied taking your hand and shaking it. “Oh shit you are the hockey player! The one with the four goals in the first game oh man! I knew you looked familiar” You could see his cheeks reddening a little with blush. “Hit em with the four!” you heard a guy yell from a few feet away (it was probably that other rookie guy he’s known to be friends with you thought to yourself). “Yeah that me” he said still turning red. “I’m (Y\N)” you said. “ I do like hockey but I haven’t really been following the leafs… right the leafs?” He nodded laughing a little, “ Its totally fine. Uh Id be willing to catch you up with how they’re doing this season uh if youd want to go get dinner or something sometimes.” You hesitated for a second, “ Well I ha-” you started, but before you could finish your best friend stepped up, “ Wait a minute (Y/N) can we talk?”

“ You are not turning down a date with Auston freaking Matthews Im not letting you do that to yourself go say yes to that boy and you can thank me later!” You tried to protest but your friend nudged you back to Auston and you looked at him again. One date couldn’t really hurt. “Yeah I would love that.” He smiled and you gave him your number. Your day was definitely not going how you thought it was going to.

A Place to Call Home pt. 4

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Wordcount: 4,717

Warnings: Language

A/N: This is one of the shorter parts but there is still quite a bit that happens. Once again, huge thank you to Chloe ( @writing-obrien) for letting me run an idea past her. As always, I hope you guys like it, let me know what you think. ENJOY! 

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I love how when we first see Rose Quartz in storm in the room she is not herself at all, she seems so animated and diffrent. Even during the sports moment a classic pop culture reference to an unrealistic animated show. She’s not herself, she is even animated slightly diffrent to what we have seen before. It’s all because she isn’t Rose Quartz. But what Steven see’s in Rose. His never met her but has only heard about from stories and seen 3 pictures in total of her. Once Steven’s perception of her changes during the episode she physically changes as well, growing dark and powerful, over powering and menacing. The last hug they share having her disappear back into cloud shows that she’ll always be far from reach and unable to grasp. Steven will not see is mother in person or having her physically by his side.

We All Need A Good Gal Pal

*WARNING* This post is most likely going to be a bit soppy/sentimental. Obviously I’m gonna try and make it humorous but grab a bucket just in case…

That means you Moon.

So I’m sure many of you are aware that recently I took my first steps outside as Jess, and just over a year ago I also announced to my friends about my secretive (not so much now) hobby. 

As much as their support has been nothing short of fantastic, before all of that there was the original gal pal: Moon.

Now I could go on for decades about how useful she has been, but it’s probably more useful (and certainly more relevant) to let you know why she has been so important and instrumental in this transformation from ragged cave-man lookalike to the would-be-Queen that is Jessica Blaise.

1. Moon Don’t Lie To No Bitch

Moon has always been a good friend, even before she knew about Jess, but one quality I’ve found invaluable is her ability to tell me the truth, no matter what.

Moon do I look good in this?” Fuck no! That dress ain’t gonna work on you, you don’t have the boobs for it.

I think my makeup looks good today!” Yeah and some people think the world is flat, don’t make them right though does it?

Omg these heels are killer!” Yeah they do a good job at killing your fashion sense.

Call it harsh, call it hilarious… I call it honest feedback.

One of the best benefits of having a friend like Moon, and hopefully any gal pal, is that they’re looking out for your best interests. If I don’t look good in something, Moon will be the first person to let me know. She has my best interests at heart, and she wants me to look good just as much as I do.

2. What The Fuck Is Highlighter???

I know this one is probably quite obvious (and not actually that relevant to highlighting) but I feel it should be stated regardless.

Stop me if you guessed this already, but girls are really good at makeup.

And I don’t mean ‘Girls always use makeup of course they’re good at it.’ Nah.

Most girls, Moon included, don’t actually use anywhere near as much makeup as a crossdresser would (especially Moon with her bloody flawless skin… rude). It’s not about their actual skill will the makeup, it’s the knowledge and theory behind it.

What’s the use of concealer? Ask your gal pal.

How does highlighter work? Ask your gal pal.

Why shouldn’t I use dark colours on my lips? Ask your gal pal.

Regardless of how much or little your gal pal uses in terms of makeup, they will have a wealth of knowledge about it and will easily guide you into improving your makeup in no time. Plus it doesn’t hurt to have someone helping you while you’re applying the stuff you know nothing about…

3. Stand Properly! Have You Never Seen A Woman?

I might sound like this font of female imitation knowledge, but most of the tips I throw up on this blog are simply regurgitated information that I learned long ago from Moon. 

One of the most invaluable lessons she ever taught was simply how to stand like a woman.

I’ve said before that looking at women pose is a good way to learn how to take pictures, but this should only be used if all else fails. If you can (and I can’t recommend this enough), get a gal pal so instruct you how to stand.

It’s not uncommon for Moon to start lifting my arm into the right position or telling me to relax my shoulders. This is all stuff I’m aware of, but it’s better when you’ve got someone who can actually see what you’re doing wrong and correct it.

On top of all that, you also get someone who can help take photos. I mean, I’m a big fan of selfies but sometimes you just wanna feel like the god-damn model you were born to be.


Well, that’s my side of things. However just to make this post extra long (sorry…) I thought I should get Moon to weigh in her opinions of having a crossdresser for a friend.

What’s it like having a crossdresser for a friend?

I’ll be honest. It was a little different to start off with, especially since Jess is the first and only crossdresser I’ve ever met. It didn’t take me too long to get used to it though; eventually she was asking for me to join her on ‘dress up nights’ which was essentially a cheap, student excuse to get drunk and look pretty… always fun though!

What’s different about Jess’ makeup than other girls?

Well… nothing really. I guess that’s the point though. She has to apply a bit more of the base makeup (concealer, foundation etc.) but after that it’s quite similar to my own and other girl’s makeup routines.

Do you see Jess differently when she’s dress up?

Again, a bit at first. Not in a bad way of course, but it was just getting my head around a male friend suddenly looking female(ish). I don’t know if it’s gotten easier over time because she’s better at makeup now than 8 years ago or because I’ve just got used to it.Overall I don’t really see her as a different person, just a much prettier person.

What’s your favourite thing to do with Jess?

Dressing up; without a doubt. As much as certain outfits don’t work on Jess (or myself at times) we’re always pushing each other to try different outfits. It’s always a great accomplishment when we try on an outfit we didn’t think would work but does!

Also Jess always has fancy dress outfits, and they’re nothing short of hilarious to try on, regardless of who’s wearing them.

I just wish she wouldn’t get changed in front of me…

What has been your favourite moment with Jess?

Oh god… we’ve been doing this for 8 years now, there are way too many…

If I had to pick one, even though there are definitely more, I would say the time that Jess wanted me to record a video of her spinning in a dress but I started recording while she was still explaining and sorting herself out.

Yeah, that’s the one.


I think I’m making these longer on purpose now…

I hope this has helped any of you who are thinking about telling your friends or looking for some guidance.

Just remember: any good gal pal will have no problem with you crossdressing over than those heels don’t work with that dress Hun.

Message me if you have any questions!

- Jessica Blaise x x

I always get made fun of for basically worshipping these men. But there’s a reason behind my obsession. I came across “Danger” on YouTube one day and I decided to watch it. This was during one of the lowest points in my life. I really felt like there was no hope for me left, I was just so done with fighting for a life I didn’t even want to live anymore. Even though I was a bit weirded out by it at first after a couple of listens and Bam I loved it, it was so catchy! Then I decided to check out the rest of their music and I enjoyed every single song, I’ve watched them progress and grow was a group/individuals. I soon enough learned who was who and what made them unique. I found myself just slowly feeling less and less miserable. I’ve started going out more, speaking more and being less anxious about every small thing. Sure there are still those days where I feel extremely upset and I just cannot function. Bts has been a great source of happiness and support for me. They have shown me that not only does “teamwork make the dream work” but that with perseverance anything is possible. This encourages me to keep pushing forward and maybe one day I’ll achieve my goal of being depression free. Battling depression is never an easy task. No I’m not saying they cured me but they definitely do make me happy. Considering how I was before, I’ve definitely seen change. And for the better! I’m sorry if all I do talk about bts 24/7. I owe my happiness to these guys. Seeing pictures or watching videos of them just brings a smile unto my face. Not a forced one, it just comes naturally. Bts has a special place in my heart. Thanks for helping me become a better and happier person. I am also extremely grateful for the opportunities that they have been given, and the love that armies all around the world have given to the boys. They deserve all of it. Army fighting! 💕
………….Idk I’m tired and having bts feels………….

Proposal // Dean x Reader FLUFF

A/N: sooooo after that mama performance of the holy trinity, I felt some type of way. This is the result, enjoy :)
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Word count: 1.215

Dean started to pace around his dressing room, nervously playing with a tiny velvet box in his hands.

When the door suddenly swings open, he quickly put the box in his pocket, hiding his hands behind his back afraid you had walked in, but as he recognized the faces of his good friends Zico and Crush he immediately relaxed.

“What’re you hiding?” Zico says raising his eyebrow at him.

Crush closes the door behind him as he sits down on one of the nearby couches.

“It’s nothing” Dean says sighing, running his hand through his hair.

He couldn’t recall the last moment he was this nervous. Before performances he got healthy nerves, but the nerves he was feeling right now weren’t good for his blood pressure.

He quickly checked his appearance in the mirror and fixed a piece of hair which was parted from the rest.

“Okay, so you’re acting all kinds of weird bro, what’s going on?” Crush says crossing his arms.

Dean looked at the both of his friends who weren’t going to let his behavior slide. He put his hand in his pocket, revealing the black velvet box, opening it to reveal a 3 karat princess cut diamond ring.

Zico’s mouth dropped to the floor and Crush immediately jumped up from the couch in pure shock.

“W-wh-this? H-when? Who?” Zico stammered.

“(Y/n) obviously, dumbass.” Dean said closing the box again

“You’re asking her? Tonight?” Crush finally said, taking the box again to inspect the ring.

Dean nodded. “Do you think she’ll say yes?” he nervously asked biting on his lower lip

“That’s what you’re worried about? Of course she will.” Zico says putting an arm around Dean’s shoulder, comforting him.

“She’ll be crazy not to say yes to this” Crush says playing with the box.

Dean snatched the box out of his hands. “Don’t play with that, it cost more than my apartment” he frowns.

“No but seriously, you’ve been together for 4 years now, she’s not going anywhere. You’ve been through so much together, there is no way in hell she’ll say no” Crush says sitting back down.

“Yeah, yeah I guess.”
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“Everybody! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you all so much for the support you have given me for the past couple of years. This year has been especially precious to me as I got to introduce you all to my beautiful girlfriend (y/n)”

The crowd went wild and all eyes were turned on you. You were shocked at his sudden public outburst of affection, something he rarely did. But given the fact it was your 4-year anniversary, you understood a little.

You get butterflies in your tummy as your boyfriend stares at you lovingly, smiling widely holding out his hand

“Will you please come up on stage with me?” he asked.

Your eyes widen and you furiously start to shake your head, trying to get him to stop whatever he was doing.

Zico laughed through the mic “Ah come on (y/n) don’t leave him hanging”

You stood frozen in your place as you felt thousands of cellphone camera’s pointed to you.

“(y/n)! (y/n)! (y/n)! (y/n)! (y/n)!” Crush chanted to get the crowd going.

They all joined in and with that your legs automatically started moving towards the stage.

As you walk up the stairs onto the stage Crush takes your hand leading you to Dean.

The smile on his face was contagious so you hide your face in with your long sleeves, eyeing the crowd. The ocean of lights was absolutely breathtaking and you heart started to pound harder and harder in your chest.

You had no idea what he was going to do, maybe serenade you? But you could already tell you were going to have a hard time trying not to pass out in front of thousands of people.

Dean took your left hand intertwining your fingers. You were still covering your gigantic smile with your other hand as he never lost eye contact with you.

“Jagi” he sighed

The crowd screamed in response to his voice.

“I just wanted to tell you that you make me so happy” he started.

“aaaaaaaaaaawwhhh” Crush said teasingly.

“Give me a moment guys” Dean joked to his friends who were standing next to the two of you, with their arms around each others shoulders, and with that you knew something else was up.

Dean smiled at you sweetly. “We have been through more then anyone can imagine in the short 5 years we’ve known each other and the 4 years we’ve been dating, I literally fell in love with my best friend and I don’t know what I did to deserve you” he says sighing and looking down.

Tears start to prickle your eyes at his sudden confession. You love him so much it’s almost annoying.

“With every choice I make I think of you, you just make me a better version of myself and I don’t know what I would do without you”

The crowd was silent but all of the flashlights were still focused on the two of you.

You looked around the crowd, people were looking behind you so your eyes followed.

A picture of you and Dean smiling at each other was displayed on a huge screen. You’ve never seen that picture before, but it was already your favorite picture of the two of you together.

You both looked truly happy and carefree. Something you wish to always be.

“That” he said pointing to the picture. “Is how I feel every single time I lay my eyes on you.”

He let go of your hand and from there on out everything went by so fast.

He got on one knee, revealing a black velvet box, opening it for you.

You were in complete and utter shock. You would have never seen this coming, as Dean didn’t seem like the type to feel the need to claim you with marriage.

Of course you’ve talked about it, but never in a serious matter, and since this was happening, he was down on one knee in front of you showing you such a beautiful ring held by the most beautiful man, you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing anymore.

How did you become so lucky? How did this even happen? Where did those 4 years of your life go, because to you your relationship with him never got old.

Every time you see him you fall in love all over again. You don’t know why but you were always a little self conscious about yourself, thinking he could find a better girlfriend, but this just took all of that insecurity away.

He wanted you. No. He needed you. And he is all you need as well.

“(y/n) would you make me the happiest man alive?” he smiled up at you.

“Will you marry me?” he says not believing he actually said those words out loud.

Your tears were streaming down your face as you kneel down with him, taking his face between your hands, placing a sloppy kiss on his lips, nodding, resting your forehead against his.

“Yes”

The crowd goes wild.

Zico and Crush started to jump around the stage like happy babies.

“Yes” you repeated.

Dean’s face lit up and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for one of his bear hugs as he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you so much jagiya, forever.”

“I love you too, forever” you say sniffling into his chest.

That, was the start of forever.

animalia paradoxa

Prompt: Admiration
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Word Count: 4569
Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Established Relationship, Hunter Husbands, Case Fic, Minor Instance of Body Horror, Mild Sexual Content

SummaryDean has a long and complicated history with the concept of Cas and hunting. It freaks him out and turns him on in equal measure. Cas is tactical and quick, no doubt one of the best hunters Dean’s ever seen. It’s no surprise; once upon time Cas ruled over heaven and commanded garrisons. But now he’s wearing second-hand flannel and holey socks like the rest of them. And while Dean admires his hunting skills, that doesn’t stop him worrying. (Read on AO3)

Dean can hardly keep his focus on the drive back, eyes darting from the road to the passenger seat. Anxious for the touch of Cas’ skin against his.

He and Cas have been doing this thing for a couple months, ever since their little prison break. Turns out 6 weeks of isolation really makes you take stock of all the shit you never said to certain trench-coat toting angels. Go figure. It was difficult at first, knowing that Cas had traded in his wings in return for their release. God knows Dean’s fit to bursting with guilt over that one. But if he ever needed a sign to let him know that Cas felt the same way, him giving up Heaven for them was the neon billboard Dean had been looking for. It was the easiest thing in the world to finally tell Cas he wanted more.

Things between them haven’t been all smooth sailing, but with the Men of Letters off their backs, Sam a free man, and Cas by his side every night, the past couple of months probably constitute the best of Dean’s life.

 The only trouble is - hunting? Not exactly easy-going on new relationships. Not a lot of time for pizza dates and movie nights. The most romantic thing Dean and Cas have done so far is take a fishing trip. One that was interrupted by a splash in the water that turned out to be a Kelpie. The kiss Dean was leaning in for was swiftly halted by Cas running to the car to grab a handful of silver bullets and his .44 Mag.

Watching Cas gun down a giant water spirit with his precision shot may have been hot as hell, but the resulting blue-hued blood spatter was something of a mood-killer.

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model!wonwoo

Originally posted by mc-gyu

  • okay!!!! we’re back with everyone’s favorite emo for this request
  • this is how i picture wonwoo looking before he glos up ignore mingyu
  • so okay,,, wonwoo, despite what everyone originally thinks, had no interest in becoming a model
  • like… at all
  • model was the furthest thing on his mind when he was thinking about what to do with his life

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A half full coffee mug

Hi everyone! First of: A massive thank you to @stylesamaya16 for requesting this one shot. I really hope you like it. Second: Thank you so much to anyone who reads the stuff I write. It makes me very happy. 

In this one shot, Y/N is CEO Harry’s new assistant, whom he really likes to poke fun at. That is, until one evening on which Y/N has finally had enough. 

Picture is not mine, but has been granted to us by someone generous on the internet. 

I flinched at the burning sensation of hot liquid spilling over the edge of the cup and onto my fingers and hissed as pain shot through my hand. To my relief, none of it had dripped onto my shirt, as a stain would have surely been enough reason for my boss to pick on me, something he did on a daily basis. It wasn’t that he was particularly mean or rude, he simply enjoyed to poke fun at someone. I often explained it to myself by thinking that his unprofessional behavior was due to him being fairly new to the CEO position. And though I usually knew how to take a joke, since he was my boss I didn’t know what to answer to his teasing and remained quiet most of the time. After all, he was the reason I could pay my rent and afford living in the city. Of course me staying quiet, led to him teasing me further and with that the circle was full and my days at work painful.
I was pulled from my thoughts as his voice ripped me from my thoughts.

“Where’s that coffee, Miss Y/L/N?”

Mr. Styles appeared in the doorway to his office. He grinned upon noticing my struggle at holding his stacks of paper and tilted his head to the side before disappearing again.

“Coming!” I quickly answered and ushered forward to follow him.

Mr. Styles already sat behind his desk again, a frown overtaking his lovely face and both his hands massaging against his temple, just by the edge of his short, brown hair. I observed the sleeves of his suit slipping down so that the tattoos on his wrists became visible, yet only partially as I had never fully seen them before. Tattoo covered wrists wasn’t something I would have pictured on a business man and CEO like him and due to the white shirts he sometimes wore, I knew his chest was full of black ink as well. Just another reason as to why I sometimes found myself struggling to understand, how he had ended up in a job like this. A manager of a music company, when he would have fit so much better onto the stage himself. But those days were over, as I was told by one of my coworkers after I had asked about his reasons to start a company by himself.
I put the coffee cup down by one of the many piles of paper on his desk. The only answer I got was a short nod and I turned to walk out again, but stopped when he called me back.

“Is there something else I can do for you, sir?” I timidly asked.

Mr. Styles huffed before pushing his chair back and getting back up. He came to stand in front of his desk and leaned against it.

“There is, actually. I will need you to work overtime today. There are three more contracts I need you to go over for me before I can sign them.”

“Okay.” My voice stayed calm and neutral, but on the inside my blood boiled. I could have cried. This job had me on my feet and running errands for him from 5:30 am until 6pm and now he expected me to work overtime? I could barely stand properly anymore.

“Tracy can’t stay, because her husband won’t watch the kids tonight and Jeremy will be attending a conference in California tomorrow. That’s why I need you to do it,” he explained.

I shook my head in understanding. “Of course. I’ll go finish the scripts you gave me this morning now so I can start on those contracts as quickly as possible.”

Mr. Styles crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. “Good. I’ll have Tracy leave them on your desk before she leaves.”

I nodded and turned to leave again. Just when I was about to close the door he added: “And thanks for half the cup of coffee. I assume the rest is decorating your skirt?”

I looked down to my legs and felt a rush of heat shoot into my cheeks upon seeing the large brown stains covering both thighs. Mr. Styles seemingly found my embarrassment amusing as he grinned and lowly chuckled.

“Suits you.”

I bit my lip and fought back the insults laying on my tongue. “Thank you, sir.”

I pulled the door close behind myself before pressing my eyes shut. I wished upon the floor breaking open so that it’d swallow me whole. Or even better: swallow him whole.

“He isn’t being easy on you today, is he?” Tracy, my coworker,  asked as she stopped to stand before me, a sympathetic smile playing on her lips.

I shook my head. “He never is.”

“I find him quite a charmer, though,” she said and winked at me as she adjusted the folders she held tightly in her arms.

I shrugged and brushed at the stains on my skirt which looked as if they wouldn’t dry any time soon. “If he is, then I haven’t seen it before. Personally I think he’s less charming than he is an inconsiderate prick.”

Tracy laughed at my words before shaking her head. “Stay strong Y/N. You’ll see, he isn’t that bad.”

….

My gaze had long drifted from the text in my hands to the window from where I could see that the world had turned dark. It felt peaceful as well as upsetting. My eyes were heavy and I reached up to rub them, as I was normally long in bed by now. The pile of scripts and contracts I was to go over just didn’t want to get any smaller and the constant ache inside my head didn’t make it much easier to stay concentrated either. I jumped at the sound of a cup being placed on my desk. I looked up and was surprised when my eyes met the familiar green ones from my boss, who stood leaning against the side of my desk. Harry crossed his arms over his chest.

“Thought you might need one,” he said and motioned to the cup of coffee before me.

I took it and thanked him quietly. “It’s becoming a struggle to keep my eyes open.”

“I’ve noticed,” Mr. Styles answered, yet for once he didn’t sound as pretentious when he spoke. “It was my turn to bring you one anyway.”

“Not really. I’m your assistant and you’re my boss. It says in my job description that I have to tend to your every need. Don’t think it says so in yours.”

“Doubt it does. Why would one of the conditions to be in my position be to tend to my own needs.”

I didn’t answer his remark and refrained from rolling my eyes when he smirked down at me. I watched him reaching out and pulling the papers I was holding out of my grasp. I leaned back in my chair and watched his eyes move as they went over the text, noticing their puffiness and how much messier his hair was since I had spoken to him last this afternoon. It seemed as though he wasn’t well rested himself. Mr. Styles shook his head and tossed the papers away.

“No wonder you’re close to falling asleep. This is a pure bedtime story.”  
“Well, I appreciate the coffee,” I replied and gave him an appreciative smile.

“I hope you do.”

Mr. Styles grinned widely and I frowned, unsure what it was that amused him so much. He kept his expectant gaze on me before I lifted the cup up and peered inside. I rolled my eyes and set it back down without taking a sip. “Half full. Funny.”

“Oi, she bits back,” he chuckled, mischief sparkling behind his eyes as if he had been waiting for me to react annoyed.

Maybe it was to blame on how utterly tired I felt or maybe it was simply that I had had enough of it, but I decided to give in. He wanted to see me angry? Fine. After having worked my ass of for months for him now without ever getting anything back other than constant nagging and making fun of me, I could give him angry. Easily.

“Are there any more jokes you would like to play on my expense tonight, or may I resume the work you have given me? I’d like to go home at some point. Preferably before tomorrow,” I said, my voice calm but laced with tension and annoyance.

The smile faded off Harry’s face and was replaced by a frown. He uncrossed his arms from in front of his chest and instead rested them on the desk. “How have I angered you?”

I huffed at his question and shook my head. How could he be so ignorant to believe everything he did was instantly hilarious? This man just didn’t know when to stop, as if he had never been denied anything ever throughout his entire life. This only angered me even more.

“Right now?” I asked in a challenging tone, “Or any other time? It’s kinda difficult to choose and I’d need you to narrow it down a little, because there are too many times to count!”

Unsure of what exactly had gotten into me I pushed away the piles laying close by, nearly knocking over the coffee, before I shot to my feet. I bent down to reach for my bag before slinging it over my shoulder, my hands shaking visibly as I rambled on.

“You fail to take anything I say or do seriously! It doesn’t matter whether or not I do something right or wrong because you always try to make fun of me anyway! Even when it’s something as stupid as stains on my clothing! I mean, what is this all about?!”

I angrily pushed back the chair I had been sitting in. Mr. Styles watched my movements, looking at me as if he couldn’t believe what was happening right now.

“On top of it all you have been having me work for ten hours now! I am so sick of you doing anything in your power to make my time here unbearable and ensure that I feel miserable by the time I’m allowed to go home!”

Mr. Styles held up both hands in defense and backed a way. “I explained to you why I needed you to stay,” he spoke, “and I just brought you coffee.”

Tears shot to my eyes and heat to my cheeks. He watched with his mouth wide open as I completely let my nerves get the best of me. My cheeks flushed and I noisily sniffled.

“Only to play a joke on me. Again.” I sobbed. For a minute I had believed there was a decent bone in his body and that he had truly tried to do something nice for me. I shook my head, not feeling embarrassed at all, too exhausted to care, really.

“I’m done,” I said, “I quit.”

My hands frantically pulled the hair out of its ponytail as I pushed past a speechless Harry Styles. That certainly wasn’t what he had expected when he had come up with his brilliant joke, but my head pounded and my nerves had been robbed of their last strength. I was about to reach the door when he found his voice again and called after me.

“Y/N wait! You’re right. Shit, don’t leave. I’m sorry!”

He hurried after me and reached out to pull me back by my arm. I hissed at the contact and shrugged him off to which his face fell even more.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, “I didn’t realize I was pushing it too far.”

“Mr. Styles-”

“Call me Harry, please.”

I brushed away the left over tears from my cheeks. “Okay. Harry, I don’t think I can work for you any longer. It has gotten pretty obvious to me that I fit into this company.”

Harry sighed and shook his head. “Fucking great.” He exhaled heavily before brushing both hands over his face. “I always mess it up, don’t I?”

He stared at me with his brows furrowed and his mouth open and I suppressed my surprise at hearing him swear.

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused at his words. He could admit when he messed up?

Harry fumbled with the tie around his neck to loosen it up and released a tired sigh. “I was told managing my own record company would be difficult. But i didn’t think keeping my assistant would become the problem.”

“Find yourself one who puts up with your childish shit and it won’t be,” I spat, somehow unable to bite my tongue and I was about to turn around again when he reached out to pull me back once more.

I expected him to yell at me, but he didn’t seem to be pissed him off at my snarky remark. Instead he nodded in agreement. His eyes bore into mine.

“I don’t want to look for a different assistant, Y/N. Please stay.”

I shook my head. “I can’t.”

I lowered my head and adjusted my bag. “Have tracy pack my things, will you? I’ll pick them up tomorrow.”

Just as my hand touched the door handle, Harry’s touched my arm in a strong hold. I was about to push the door open when he pulled me back further so I was flush against his chest and his eyes stared into mine for only a moment, before he leaned down and brought my face closer to his with his hand. I only got to look into his green eyes for a moment, before my lips were captured by his. I couldn’t even react properly, his forceful kisses leaving me breathless and my mind dizzy. He was kissing me fully and had both of his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I couldn’t have escaped, not even if I wanted to.  I whimpered when he pushed his tongue against my lower lip and reached up to wrap both arms around his neck, standing on my tiptoes until he pulled me up and off my feet, so we could be even closer. My head was spinning and all I could focus on was the feeling of having his warm mouth against my own. I melted into him. Into Harry. My boss. Harry.

My hands fell down to his shoulders and I forcefully pushed against him. He reacted immediately and pulled away, letting me down to stand on my own feet again.

“I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. His cheeks were rosy and his lips swollen. “Could’t have let you leave without-”

“What was that?” I wondered, finding it difficult to wrap my had around what we just did.

“A kiss,” he answered and reached down to hold my hand. A smile graced his lips when I didn’t pull away.

We still stood between the desks of the deserted workplace, the room dimly lit by the laps light in his office.

“I noticed,” I said and stared at his ringed hand holding mine tightly. “You’re my boss.”

“Am I? So you won’t quit?”

I stared at him. “You’re my boss! You employ me, Mr. Styles! You can’t just kiss me like that!”

“Harry. And you kissed me back, Y/N,”  he retorted as his thumb drew circles over the back of my hand, his voice much calmer than my desperate one.

“Kinda difficult not to with your tongue in my mouth,” I argued, finding it unbelievable that he thought he could just shrug this off. It didn’t seem to be a big deal to him, while to me it most certainly was.
Yet I couldn’t deny that holding his hand felt good, just as kissing him had. It was wrong, I knew that, but at the same time, there was something there that pulled me to him, no matter how annoying he always behaved around me.  

“You-” Harry began as he swallowed hard, “I’m sorry if you feel like I overstepped a line. Oh god. Did I force you into this? I thought you felt it, too, Y/N. I didn’t realize…”

He shook his head and let go of my hand before taking a step back. “I can write you recommendations and make sure you get a well payed job.”

“Harry-” I tried but he shook his head once more.

“It’s alright,” he interrupted me quickly, “It’s the least I can do after being so horrible to you, you feel like you can’t work here anymore.”

“I’m so confused,” I admitted, “I don’t even like you.”

“Ouch,” Harry spoke half-heartily, his voice full of defeat.

“But,” I began, trying to find the right words to express how I felt, “there’s something… there.”

“There is,” Harry answered slowly, “Have felt it for a long while now, you know.”

“But there shouldn’t be,” I continued, “it’s inappropriate.”

Harry stepped closer and carefully reached out his hand for me to take, which I did just as slowly. He smiled and stared at our interlocked fingers. It surprised me how easy it was to allow him to touch me when I still felt a rather strong dislike towards this man.

“Maybe if you’d allow me to take you out for a drink? We could forget about work and head to the bar around the corner. Get to know each other a little better.”

And though I knew it was a bad idea, all I said was: “Let’s go.”

….

“And that,” Harry explained, “is how I got the job I have now.”

“Hm. You traded traveling the world and performing for working behind a desk all day,” I pretended to think for a minute and took another sip from my Cosmo, emptying the glass, “No. Don’t get it. Does explain your tattoos, though.”

Harry chuckled before turning to the bartender, ordering two more drinks for the both of us.

“Let me pay,” I said and fumbled with my purse, “I already owe you three.”

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Generous. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Harry barked a laugh and took a sip from his gin-tonic. “You won’t give me a break, am I right?”

“Nope. Neither did you give me one over the past months, did you?”

He raised his glass in a toast, “Touché.”

I giggled, enjoying the feeling of alcohol running through my veins, the taste still present and sweet in my mouth. Maybe it was the alcohol consuming me, but I had to confess that I was actually enjoying myself quite well.

“But,” Harry continued, “you have to admit. I’m not as bad as you thought I was.”

“That is true,” I replied and squeezed his hand.

Harry smiled warmly at me and played with the ring decorating one of my fingers. I watched him with curious eyes and reciprocated his smile as it once more occurred to me how insanely handsome he was.

“Bar’s closing in 10 minutes,” the man who had served us our past rounds informed us.

“Already?” I asked and Harry sighed.

“I’ll bring you home,” he said, “Is it close enough to walk? ‘Cause neither of us should be diving right now.”

I nodded. “It’s about three blocks away.”

My heart skipped at the thought of spending more time with him and actually have him walk me home, like it happened in movies after the date was over. Only that this wasn’t a date and I could most certainly not afford falling for my boss, no matter how utterly charming he had proven himself to be. I needed to remember that. Once outside, Harry generously handed me his jacket to keep me warm and protect me from the cold.

“So,” Harry began, “I’ve talked an awful lot about myself. It’s your turn, love.”

“Well, I have an apartment about 10 more minutes away, which I share with one of my friends from collage,” I replied and reached for his hand which he happily let me take, “I’m more of a cat person than I am a dog person and given my slightly intoxicated state I have no problem with admitting that I find you really hot. Have even before I sort of began liking you.”

“So you do like me now?” Harry wriggled his brows and chuckled.

“The forth drink did the trick, honey,” I answered.

“I always liked you, you know?” Harry muttered and squeezed my fingers.

“Really?”

He nodded. A slight blush rose to his cheeks and he bit down on his pink bottom lip.

“Right from when you first walked into that office. You just looked too enchanting. What do you think why I was trying so hard to get you to laugh about something I said?”

“All this time when you were making fun of me, you were really trying to make me laugh?” I asked, unable to keep the coo out of my voice.

“Thought we could have some inside jokes, you know? Messed that up, obviously.”

“A bit,” I confessed.

Harry shook his head and yawned noisily before continuing, “Didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N.”

“I know that now,” I replied and surprised the both of us by leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

We spent the rest of the walk in silence until we reached my apartment building. If this morning someone would have told me I would be in the situation I was in right now, I would have never believed it. But now it was as if there were two Harrys and two Y/Ns. The Harry I was with now was nice, warm and caring.

“We’re here,” I announced to my displeasure as we stopped in front of the building. Harry slowed his steps and turned so he stood before me.

“So. Will I get to see you tomorrow? At work, I mean.”

“Sure,” I replied and smiled. The thought of quitting had long left my mind.

“I really want to kiss you again,” Harry sighed as he reached up to caress my cheek with his finger.

“Do it then.”

He smiled softly before connecting our mouths in a kiss once more. I hummed and leaned in further to which he answered by moaning against my lips. I pulled away and he sighed, his eyes reflecting all the emotions that were cursing through my veins as well.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Night, boss.”

“Don’t start something now that you can’t finish, darling.”

….

The next morning I walked into the office with an uncomfortable feeling nestled deep into my stomach. I felt as if I had written “sucked boss’s face off” written all over my forehead anytime one of my coworkers looked at me.

“Hi, sweetie,” Tracy greeted me as she walked by, “you alright? You look tired.”

“It got late last night,” I replied, trying to keep the blush from rising to my cheeks.

“Miss Y/L/N? A word please.”

I flinched upon Harry’s serious tone and quickly said goodbye to Tracy to follow his request. Once I entered his office he kicked the door shut and pushed me back to press me against the hard wood.

“Morning, baby,” he whispered hotly before pressing his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. I kissed him back but hesitated and turned my head only moments into it so I could break away again.

“Harry, someone could see-”

“Let them,” he hummed as he pressed open mouthed kisses to my neck and shoulder, “Things are going to change around here, baby.”

And with his lips on me and his arms wrapped around my body, I couldn’t find it in me to fight it any longer. I surrendered to him and allowed myself to be consumed by his presence, not caring anymore about whether or not it would be looked at as right or wrong.

“Brought you coffee,” I muttered. 

He hummed a small thank you. 

“It’s full though. Was hoping you would’t mind.”

Thank you to anyone who took their time to read this! I realize it’s a little longer than what I usually write, but I just couldn’t find an earlier ending. Hope you enjoyed it and as always, feedback and requests are both welcome.

The rest of what I wrote you can find here:

 http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

Overwatch Chatroom: A Cute Recruit

Scenario: How about a chat where the overwatch crew asks a new recruit to send a selfie and when they finally do they just “wOW YOUR REALLY CUTE SEND MORE PLS

Another old thing from the old blog
- Forest

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Winston has started a chatroom.
76, Reaper, Zarya, Hanzo, Genji, Tracer, Mei, Lucio, Roadhog, Junkrat, McCree, Phara, Ana, Symmetra, D.Va, Mercy, Widowmaker, Zenyatta, and Reinhardt has logged on.

Winston: I’m here to inform you we’re getting a new recruit. They’re arriving today.

Tracer: Ooooo! What’s their name?

Winston: Y/n Y/l/n

Mercy: How old are they?

Phara: can we trust them?

Winston: 24

Winston: We can trust them.

76: What do they specialize in?

Winston: I sent you all an email about them.

76: I don’t think I got it

76: Never mind I got it.

Mei: They seem nice!!

McCree: There’s no picture of them?

Winston: If I added the picture you’d all be skeptical about their age.

Reaper: Why, exactly?

Winston: They have a baby face.

Winston: But don’t worry! I have done a background check on them and they’re actually 24.

Genji: They speak three languages?

Winston: Ah! I forgot to add that in. But yes Y/n speaks their native language, English, and Japanese

Hanzo: Japanese?

Winston: They lived there for four years in their childhood.

Hanzo: Huh.

Lucio: They’re a healer!!! Heck yeah man. Another one joining the support squad!!

Zenyatta: I will look forward working with them.

Ana: A new healer on the team! It’s about time.

Symmetra: If they need a mentor I volunteer.

Lucio: What, no. I should mentor them!

Mercy: Guys, I’m sure Winston has already gave Y/n a mentor.

Winston: And that’s Ana.

Ana: When are they getting here?

Tracer: What’s their phone number?

Tracer: Do they have an accent?

Tracer: How tall are they??

Widowmaker: Calm down.

Tracer: I can’t calm down!! I want to meet them now!!!!!!

D.Va: Oh!! If you have their phone number can you add them to the chat!!!

Lucio: We can all keep them entertained during their jet ride!!

Winston has invited Y/n to the chatroom.

Y/n: Hello Winston!! If you’re texting me to remind me about the jet, it’s already here I’m I’m currently boarding it!!

Winston: Good! The ride will take a few hours.

Y/n: Omg you had the pilot give me chocolate.

Y/n: that’s so sweet!! Thank you!!

Winston: You’re welcome, Y/l/n

Y/n: Wait,,

Mercy: Hello!!

Tracer: Hello love!!

McCree: Howdy, darlin

Ana: Welcome to Overwatch, sweetie!

Reinhardt: Hello friend!

76: Hello, soldier.

Zenyatta: Hello.

Genji: Greetings!

Zarya: Hello, we can’t wait for you to work with us!

Junkrat: ‘Ello there!

Y/n: OH MYUGSFOS

Winston: Are you okay?

Y/n: I may or may not have fell.

Ana: Oh my gosh are you okay?

Y/n: Yes! I am! I’m just really surprised about you ALL being in the chat.

Lucio: They’re adorable! I already like them.

Lucio: Even more.

Y/n: Oh.

Lucio: I’m sorry am I making you uncomfortable?

Y/n: No! No! Not at all!

Reinhardt: Haha! Already bonding.

Genji: Do you really speak Japanese?

Y/n: Yep!!

Genji: We should talk sometime!!

McCree: Alright, I have a question for you, darlin

Y/n: And that is??

McCree: Can you send us a picture of yourself?

Tracer: Yeah!!!

D.Va: Please!!! I want to see how you look like!!

Mei: I’m pretty sure we’re all curious on how Y/n looks like!

Zarya: And we are curious on how young you look.

Roadhog: Please.

Mei: omg he lives.

Roadhog: don’t push your luck.

Mei: wow ok.

Y/n: Umm, okay,,,

D.Va: YES!!

Lucio: HECK YEAH!

Y/n has sent a photo.

Y/n: it’s been three minutes

Y/n: I’m worried

Y/n: okay now it’s been six

Y/n: now I’m scared

Tracer: ..

Y/n: ???

Junkrat: YOUR CHUBBY CHEEKS ARE CUTE!!

Y/n: aaaa thank you!

Reinhardt: LOOK HOW ADORABLE YOU ARE, Y/N!

Mercy: are you sure you’re not 19?

Y/n: Well if my birth certificate is wrong then maybe idk. But I’m 100% sure I’m 24.

Tracer: YOURE SO CUTE!!!

D.Va: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lucio: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

Lucio: HOW ARE YOU 24? YOU LOOK SO YOUNG

Y/n: Thanks! I guess idk

McCree: Send more pictures of you please, thanks.

Hanzo: I agree with McCree

Genji: I also agree

Zenyatta: You are very cute, and i would like for you to send more pictures.

Zarya: The cutest person I have ever seen, please send more pictures.

Symmetra: You’re beyond perfect. Please do send more pictures of yourself.

Reaper: ..I agree with everyone, please send more.

Widowmaker: I have never imagined myself fawning over someone before. But you’re very cute.

Roadhog: We’re keeping you forever.

Junkrat: No take backs.

Phara: We have the cutest person in the world joining overwatch. This is amazing

76: You’re not immortal are you?

Y/n: ah geez guys, stop this. My face is as red as a tomato

Tracer: SEND A PICTURE OF YOU, I WANT TO SEE YOUR CUTE RED FACE, LOVE

Y/n has sent a photo.

McCree: What a cute bean you are, sweet pea

Lucio: The Cutest™

D.Va: Overwatch’s Cutest Member™

76: Glad to have you on the team, Y/n

Y/n: glad to be on the team!!

Lucio: I may or may not have saved your pictures to my phone.

Junkrat: They’re already my home screen

Mei: same!

Y/n: oohhh my god I’m probably going to die.

Reinhardt: this is probably too much excitement for you.

Y/n: it is! But I don’t mind!

Ana: We should probably stop texting you, let you relax for the rest of the trip.

Winston: That is a good idea.

McCree: aww, but I wanted to talk to the newbie a bit more.

D.Va: Same!

Winston: Y/n will be here in a few hours. Once they arrive you can talk to them whenever you’d like.

Y/n: it was nice chatting with you all!!

Mercy: I can’t wait to meet you in person, y/n! Have a nice flight.

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Reaper: Welcome to the team, preciosa 

((preciosa means precious in Spanish))

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Y/n: I’m super excited to join Overwatch! But I’m really tired, I didn’t get much sleep :’^)) So I’ll see ya all when I land!! Bye!!

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Alright motherfuckers, I have officially met my most irritating customer. I should say, I’ve technically handled much worse situations at work than this one, but I was having a particularly bad day when good ol’ Judy from California came into the picture.

Judy from California was fine at first, we small talked a bit, mostly about the insane weather. I don’t know what Judy was doing in Minnesota during the Hell Month we call April, but I assume she was visiting grandchildren or something. Judy wanted a grande caramel frappucino, no whip, extra caramel. I asked if she wanted extra caramel syrup or drizzle and she said both. Easy enough, it’s an irritating order, especially since this happened at about ten in the morning, but its definitely not hard. My coworker comes back from break. I turn to start Judy’s drink. I start pumping frapp roast into the cup 

“Excuse me, are you putting coffee in that?!” Judy yells from across the counter, having not moved an inch despite my coworker’s insistence that her drink will be brought out over there, you know, at the hand off station. 

“yup, we make the caramel frappucino with coffee, but it’s no problem to make it creme based instead.”

“I don’t want coffee in it, I want a caramel frappucino.”

“I understand completely.” I didn’t, but I make the stupid drink without the frapp roast and use the creme base instead of the coffee base. Now, since this drink is just milk, ice, clear syrup, and more clear syrup, it comes out looking as white as the snow outside. I hand it to Judy. She looks alarmed.

“I thought I asked for no whipped cream? Why is it white?”

“There is no whipped cream in there, ma’am, the coffee is what gives the frappucino it’s brown color.”

Judy sputters for a bit, clearly under the impression that I have insulted her and fucked up her drink. “In California we make it differently. I’ve never seen the drink made before, but this is not how it looks.” 

I turn on my Minnesota Nice (it’s actually Minnesota Passive Aggressiveness but coast people apparently can’t tell the difference with us inscrutable midwesterners). “That’s the standard recipe, but if you don’t like it I’d be happy to make you another drink.”

Judy gives me a glare, says, “No I’ll drink it, that’s just not how we do things in California,” and walks away to her table. 

When she’s out of earshot, my coworker, whom I’ve never heard talk shit about anyone, goes “Yeah, well in California, it isn’t 70 degrees one day and snowing the next, so welcome to fucking Minnesota”

So I guess no one ever drew Alianna aka Bhaalmom before (at least I have never seen a picture of her)? Well, here you go! The clothes are based on the Bhaal priest from AD&D Forgotten Realms: Faiths & Avatars.

Her looks are basically identical to how my Bhaalspawn Clarissa would look at that age. In my personal headcanon she is already close to 50 in this one and she is the daughter of the protagonist from the first Icewind Dale (in this case Lady Fildret, meaning she is Alianna Fildret). Generally speaking I have this headcanon that Bhaalspawn only get their mom’s DNA (the male ones are simply genderflipped), so they are effectively their clones.