i want him in an apron

Part 2: You start running closer to the Dennys and soon you’re standing at the front door to the famous breakfast food restaurant. With the egg yolk in your hand, you pause and catch your breath before stepping inside. You feel nervous. You know he’s watching you. Quickly you step inside and look around. A genderless elderly couple is sitting in the farthest corner booth away from you. They look up from their meal and stare at you with black, beady eyes. A tingley feeling shoots down your spine when you make eye contact with them. You turn away and walk towards the door to the kitchen. You step inside and walk over to the cook.
“I thought you might want this back,” you say to him. He is at least two feet taller than you. He looks down at you, perplexed, and then down at the yolk. His eyes widen when they see it. After a moment of pure silence, he grabs the yolk and puts it in his apron pocket. Then he grabs both of your hands with his and shakes them vigorously. Tears are streaming down his cheeks.
“Thank you so, so much,” he says. “You have no idea how much this means to me … to us.” You nod and smile uncomfortably. Without saying anything more you wave and walk out the door. A metaphorical weight lifts off your shoulders and you take in a deep breath. You did it. So you think…

Kiwi: Part One

A little impromptu mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. xo



The music in the bar was pounding as the sounds of the Caribbean flowed through the humid air. It was a small establishment, one that could probably only accommodate for two hundred people at most. It definitely wasn’t a tourist place; most of those were on the other side of the island with the copious amounts of resorts and hotels that offered travellers sanctuary.

Harry wasn’t there to vacation, though. He was there to write and record his new album.

The bar, “Pipo’s Shack”, was about a ten minute walk from the recording studio that Harry had been working in for the past little bit. It had been a productive couple of days; he’d spent the first night there having a few beers and getting to know his team better. After all, they were going to be working together until this thing was done, so they might as well be comfortable with one another. They all got along splendidly, and the handful of songs they’d managed to bang out so far were promising, but not quite right yet. After a couple of days of straight work, Harry decided that he needed a night off to himself.

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Vincent Phantomhive is one, if not the best, character in kuroshitsuji, “dorky Vincent” sometimes just makes me want to squeeze him so tight and protect the shit out of him

and yet here we have another side of this baby, “the Queen’s Watchdog”

well… the second one is pretty intimidating if not for

this one is free to interpretations… I guess.

but can we talk about how caring Vincent is? When he’s with Rachel or Ciel he literally melts into a puddle of joy and pride, he’s so proud of his little family and will do anything to protect it, even if “anything” means wearing a pretty apron (stolen from a servant?) to cook something nice with little Ciel for his wife, who isn’t feeling well

there are so many things to say about Vincent and I’m so in love with him that I just hope we’ll have more flashbacks of him and Rachel in the future

Also, they were such a cute couple, literally meant to be:

when the webby dust settles I hope david duchovny will consider wearing all of his jackets as capes 

Let Me // Jeon Jungkook

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the prompt: prince jungkook au where he always comes into the kitchen for late night snacks and y/n is new to the kitchen staff. soon they become friends and maybe something more. (definitely something more who am i trying to kid)(also request was rlly long so i summarized it)

words: 3820

category: fluff + once again, fond!kookie

author note: never apologize for long requests bc that is how i survive. also, someone seriously needs to stop me from writing about fond jungkook bc ya girl can’t get enough. anyway, please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by jeonilys

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  • Their first kiss? It was after Remus told Sirius about the hatred he had for himself. Sirius just stood there, looking at the boy he loved; at the boy who thought he was worthless. So he just wrapped him up in his arms and kissed the life out of him.
  • Asked out first: Sirius. The first time they met on the train first year, he had winked and asked little 11 year old Remus out. He then blushed and told him to bugger off. Sirius laughed it off and continued to ask him out as a joke once a week until sixth year when he asked and Remus finally said yes.
  • First date? Sirius made a pillow fort and a picnic in front of the fireplace in the common room. They talked and laughed for hours until they slowly fell asleep in each other’s arms. They ate lots of chocolate and drank several mugs of Butterbeer that night. Bonus: Lily and James had gone down to see how the date was going and stood there like proud parents when they saw them fast asleep.
  • Said ‘I love you’ first: Remus. They were fighting about Sirius’s family and his insecurities in seventh year. There was a lot of yelling when Remus accidentally shouted that he loved Sirius.
  • Can’t stop touching the other: Sirius is into PDA so naturally, everyone assumes he’s the winner. But Remus can’t go five seconds without touching Sirius’s hair or kissing his forehead or holding his hand.
  • Pays for dinner: Both.
  • Cooks: Sirius wants to and pretends he’s a professional French cook. He fails miserably. In reality, Remus cooks dinner for the most part (Sirius is always convincing him to wear an apron with nothing underneath, but let’s be real; it doesn’t take much convincing to get him to do that).  And Remus allows Sirius to bake. His favorite part of baking is getting to wear the pink apron and the oven mitt.
  • Is always jealous: Remus. He laughs when girls try flirting with his very gay boyfriend, but when boys try to feel him up…watch out.
  • Takes things too seriously: Sirius, which may be surprising. His past insecurities often get in the way of his relationships. He hides it with humor and arrogance.
  • Is a hopeless romantic: Sirius Orion Black. All the fucking way. Sirius sending a Howler to Remus in front of the entire Great Hall declaring his love just for the hell of it. Sirius giving his boyfriend chocolate every full moon. Sirius getting up in the middle of class and walking to the other side of the room to kiss Remus (McGonagall separated them when Sirius started spontaneously making out with him). Sirius being a romantic fucker.
  • Proposed: Sirius. It was one year after they graduated from Hogwarts. They were at Lily and James’s wedding. Sirius had been planning on proposing to Remus, but James had stolen his thunder. Sirius was making his best man speech, and at that point he just wanted to make Remus his husband. So at the end of his speech, he accidentally let out “just marry me already, you handsome bastard”. He said yes. Long story short, Remus caught Lily’s bouquet at the end of the night.
  • Pet names: Mostly babe and all the ridiculous names Sirius teases Re with (babycakes, sweetums, Moonykins, lovebug). 

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Extra Sugar

Originally posted by somethingincrediblyright

Requested: By myself honestly, but this is also my (pretty late) fic for Day 1 of the Hamilton Write-A-Thon, hosted by @hamwriters (thank you!!)

Pairings: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: The Reader works in a coffee shop, and she feels a bit territorial about her favorite customer  {Coffee Shop AU}

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 1,285

A/N: I hope that you guys like this, I was super unsure about it until @secretschuylersister was the sweetest person ever and read it for me. Sorry that this is being posted so late, I was traveling yesterday. 

Your customer was back.

Saying that felt unfair, but you couldn’t help but smile every time he came back. Most of the time, he looked even more worse for wear than he had the last time. His hair was constantly disheveled, the bags under his eyes were worrying, and it looked like he owned one sweatshirt that he might have lived in. And somehow, he seemed genuinely happy to be there.

And when you were working with Corrine, he was one of the few people that was able to pull you out of the sour mood that you inevitably fell into after working with her for more than a few hours. You had opened that day, all by yourself. It wasn’t like you were scheduled that way, either. A few minutes after the morning rush, Corrine waltzed in. She looked well rested and pleasant. It took everything that you had in you not to choke her out.

Lin was making his way up to the counter, and you had already started his two shots of espresso.

“Hello, sir. Can I help you with anything?” You glanced behind you to see Corrine actually attempting to help a customer. But something felt off. She was leaning too far over the counter, and her voice sounded more like a purr than a barista helping a customer.

You mouthed his order to yourself as he responded. “Vanilla latte with a double shot, please.”

“Of course, I’ll just get that started for you.” Corrine said, tapping a few buttons on the register before rushing over to where you were putting the finishing touches on his drink.

“I’ll get this one.” She said, making it sound like she was doing you a favor by taking credit for your work. You watched her in disbelief as she handed Lin the cup, holding onto his hand for a few more seconds than really necessary and then stood watching him make his way out of the shop.

You sighed to yourself, thinking that at least she wasn’t going to show up this early two days in a row.

You were sadly mistaken when you arrived to work the next morning to find Corrine behind the counter. Not only had she beaten you there, but she was sitting behind the counter doing no actual work.

“Hey!” She called, head snapping up from her phone when she heard the door open.

You chose to simply smile in return, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

“So tell me, who was that man who’s order you knew by heart yesterday?” You held your breath, hoping to allow yourself at least a few seconds to calm down. “Because he is going to ask me out if it’s the last thing he does.”

You fought to keep the confused expression off of your face. Somehow, you felt more hurt than annoyed. Usually you rolled your eyes at Corrine’s antics, but this time felt different.

Oh God. You liked him. And somehow you had managed to be completely oblivious until Corrine wanted him. Typical.

“I don’t know much about him.” You said, taking off your coat and tying your apron around your waist. “His name is Lin-Manuel and he likes extra sugar in his coffee, even if he is a little bit embarrassed to ask for it.” You realized Corrine was barely even paying attention to you anymore, so you chose to stop talking, allowing silence to fill the room again.

“Well then, I guess that I will just have to take it upon myself to do some investigating.” Corrine said, tapping away at her phone.

You struggled through the morning rush, Corrine lounging in the back room while you somehow managed to spill not one but two cups of coffee on yourself.

By the time that Lin walked through the door, you were looking a bit worse for wear. “Hello!” you called, still feeling a sense of relief when he walked through the door. He fixed you with his blinding smile before making his way to the counter. “Vanilla latter with a double shot, right?”

His eyebrows drew together, confusion clouding his features. “You know my order?”

The blush was nearly instantaneous. “It is kind of my job to know your order.”

“Most people don’t bother, I guess.” He shrugged, and you were more than happy to let the subject drop.

Before you could say anything else, Corrine sat a cup of coffee in front of him. “It’s on the house.” She said, winking at him. You noticed a phone number scrolled along the side. Your heart suddenly felt a bit less fluttery, the butterflies abandoning their home in your stomach.

“Oh, well thanks!” He said, fixing her with a grin before grabbing the coffee and heading out of the shop.

“I think that my work here is done.” Corrine laughed, slipping on a coat and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

“You are scheduled for another four hours today.” You said meekly, gesturing to the cork board where the owner posted your schedules.

“I have to get ready for my date with Lin tonight.” She was talking to you like she was explaining a perfectly simple concept to a child.

“He already asked you out?” You were fighting not to feel defeated, but the doubt was swallowing you whole.

“No, but I’m sure that he will now that he has my number.” And just like that, she was gone.

Even though you were left alone for the foreseeable future, the morning rush was over and it would be nice to have some time to yourself. You had just begun to gather up the dishes left over from that morning when the bell over the door rang.

He was back.

You struggled to find words as he approached the counter, but they were all getting caught in your throat.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t usually do this sort of thing, but this is the worst cup of coffee that I have ever had in my entire life.” Lin said, chuckling. He sat the latte on the counter, shoving his hands in his pockets sheepishly.

“I can honestly say that I have never seen Corrine make a latte in the entire time that I have worked here, so that doesn’t sound very farfetched to me.” You tossed the cup into the trash can, starting two new shots of espresso for him.

“So that was her number on the cup then?” He asked. You might have just been projecting, but it almost sounded like he was disappointed.

“Yeah… sorry if she made you uncomfortable. Corrine can be a bit entitled at times.” You poured the espresso in the cup and gathered up all of the materials that you would need to steam his milk.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable with her giving me her number, but I might have been hoping that a different girl had written her’s down as well.”

“I- I think that we might be able to work something out.” Your heart was going insane, but you felt like you were going to float away. You added the vanilla and some extra sugar to his latte, scrolling your name and your phone number on the side of the cup.

“I’ll see you later.” Lin said, accepting the latte and taking a large sip.

“I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” You called after him.

“I have confidence.” He laughed, giving you one last smile before pushing the door open.

You got a text message a few minutes later. It was from an unknown number, but you knew exactly who had sent it.

From: Unknown Number

Can I pick you up around seven? I promise we can go for something other than coffee! :D

Eat Jin: A Private Viewing (M) // Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by fawnave

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Summary: Tonight, it’s Seokjin’s turn to cook for you. But, while you think dessert is just as simple as some cupcakes with frosting; Seokjin plans to give you an episode or two of Eat Jin like you’ve never seen one before.

Warning: This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature. Contains food play. You’ve been warned.

A/N: This scenario was written for the lovely @coppertopging as part of my 10k giveaway prizes ^^ I’m so sorry this took longer than expected my love, but I hope that you’ll enjoy this ;) Thank you for being the amazing person that you are and I love you a lot!

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Second Chance - Part One

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

Alright guys, here is the first chunk of that Gaston x Reader fic that I posted about a few nights ago. I’ve never written a Reader fic, haha. But I’ve had this idea ever since seeing the movie the first time and I suggested it to other writers but I’m impatient so here it is. I also feel like I should thank @sannvers for editing it and telling me “YO THIS PART IS WEIRD FIX IT”, so thanks.

Title: Second Chance

Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Words: 3,753

Summary:You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.

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anonymous asked:

how about MC couldn't get a present for the twins (probably because they didn't tell her it was their birthday), so MC puts on a bow and tell them she will be their gift? it's up to you if this is smutty or not?

Countdown to the Cake: 2


MC as a bithday gift


Saeyoung

“Oh MC~~ you missed a spot!” Saeyoung points and smiles teasingly.

“Saeyoung, I’m tired, I’m hungry, my clothes are wet and I look like a mess. Don’t you think it’s enough?”

“MC… I’m kind enough to help you clean my babies in my birthday and that’s how you pay me? Oh… I guess people like me aren’t meant to have a happy birthday after all…” he says dramatically, you roll your eyes.

“You’re just taking advantage of me! I told you I was gonna be your gift, not your maid or…” oh no, you should not have used that word, you look at him and his eyes gleam mischievously.

“Yes, you’re right… and your clothes are all wet, maybe you should change? I might have some spare clothes for you…”

How did you end up here? Oh yeah…  it was this morning, you dropped by to grab the HBC bags he promised you and smelled something burning in the kitchen.

“Shit! My birthday cake!”

“Why were you doing birthday cake?”

“For my birthday, obviously!”

“Your birthday? When is your birthday, Saeyoung?”

“June 11th

“Do you mean today?” he nodded, then sighed in frustration, looking at the amount of black burnt dough. “Now what will I have for my birthday?”

You felt bad for him… “Well, you…  you can have me!” you stated, smiling nervously and hoping he wouldn’t take this in the wrong way… “I’ll be… you birthday gift! We can do whatever you want!”

When you said that, you were expecting he would want to hang out in the amusement park or in an arcade, how could you imagine he would want you to help him wash his cars? And how could you imagine he would turn into this sadistic evil little monster throwing water in you on purpose?

So now, here you are changing to a freaking maid costume, of course those would be the only spare clothes he would have for you! You just hope he doesn’t ask for nothing weird like speaking in a French accent or something like this.

“Come out, MC! I wanna see you…~” he smiles teasingly, but his smile fades away as you timidly step out of his room. “MC… you look…”

“Pathetic, I know.” Not what he was thinking of at all… oh god… you looked adorable and… sexy… and the tiara with a little bow on it made you really resemble a birthday gift.

He looks away, blushing. You look down, feeling ridiculous. Why this silence right now? You two never have a problem finding interests in common and subjects to talk about, the deepest and meaningful conversations or the silliest and weirderst ones, you two can always feel a true connection.

“Can we finish polishing the cars?” you ask, finally gathering some courage to look at him.

“Y-yeah, le-let’s do it…” he doesn’t look back at you.

The polishing is torture, he is trying to focus, but it’s impossible as you bent down in one of the cars to polish its hood, your skirt is so short! His hands works in circles, but only then he realizes there is no car, he is polishing the air, looking at you, his mouth ajar.

“I finished this one, Saeyoung, do you want some help?” he is still staring and doesn’t answer. “Saeyoung?” you look at him, curious.

“It’s good, MC… you did a great job… you look… great, you… are… great…” he gulps when you start walking towards him.

“I… am?” you tilt your head and smile. “Saeyoung?”

“Yeah?”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday before?”

“I… I don’t know. I’m just very used to spend this day alone. I… didn’t know if I could tell you, I still have these habits of not telling much about me to people I… like.” your heart flutter, is he trying to confess? Oh… You knew there was more behind this tease sadistic side of him.

“You could have told me. I would have known what to do for you.” You come really close, he can feel your breath against his face.

“I think you know exactly what you’re doing right now, MC.” He says, his eyes following your lips with lust.

“Only if you know what to do next.”

He smirks before attacking your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you even closer. Your tongues dance together as you two trip in your own feet till the back of your knees meet the car’s hood, making you sit.

His tongue travels down you moth to your jaw, making you spread your legs to bring him closer as he kisses your neck, the hand which was holding you tight against him goes a little up, reaching for the zipper in the maid dress.

“H-Happy birthday, Saeyoung…”

“Oh, for the very fisrt time in a long time, it will be…” he says breathlessly, making you lie in the car’s hood as his body keeps pressed against yours.



Saeran

Saeyoung was busy for the day and asked you to pick Saeran in the therapy. He usually would get back quieter than usual after the sessions. Although it concerned you and made you wonder if the therapy was really helping, you wouldn’t say anything in order to get him even more nervous.

“Hey, how was it?”

“Fine.” Yes, that’s what he usually says.

“Okay, wanna get some ice cream?”

“No, not today.” Oh… that was weird… he never turned down ice cream.

“Okay… so I’ll take you home.”

“I wanna go to your place.” He says, looking away, you can’t help feeling surprise. “What? Something wrong?”

“No, not at all. It’s just… you never want to go to my place without Saeyoung.”

“Today it’s different.” Then he looks at you, and even though you don’t know why, how can you say no?

You get home and tell him to make himself comfortable. He sits in the couch and starts messing with his phone.

“So, uhm… your therapist… how is she?”

“She’s okay, I guess. Why?”

“I don’t know, it’s just…  I don’t know much about her, that’s all.”

“She’s fine, she says some weird stuff sometimes, but I don’t hate her.” Wow, okay, so maybe he likes her, that’s good. “Do you have cupcakes? I want cupcakes.”

“I don’t, but… maybe I can try to make a few. Do you want to help me?”

“Fine.”

You put on your apron and help him with his, he looks slightly embarrassed when you almost hug him as you tie a bow in the apron. You start working on making the cupcakes, and and now you are waiting to take it out of the oven.

“So… if you don’t mind me asking, why cupcakes? Why not ice cream?”

“She says I need to do different things in special days, so I can feel the difference and know what’s special and what’s not, some bullshit like that.” Some bullshit he’s listening to.

“Oh… so today is a special day, huh?” why could that be?

“Yeah, Saeyoung even got me a present. Though he’s always giving me presents, I don’t know what changes just because it’s our birthday. Can you put sprinkles in the frosting? Will you do some frosting?” you blink a couple of times, staring at him. “I guess not, then…”

“Saeran… today it’s your birthday?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Oh, it’s just… I didn’t know.”

“Of course you didn’t, I didn’t tell you.” Well, yeah… that’s the point. You look really embarrassed, clearing your throat and avoiding his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“I… nothing. I… am sorry, I didn’t know, I… didn’t get you anything. I thought this was just a regular day. I mean, I’ve been wondering when your birthday would be and what could I get you, but… I could never imagine it was today…”

“It’s fine. So, uhm… what did you think about getting me for a gift?”

“I… here’s the thing, I… couldn’t think of anything, so I was… wondering about offering myself as your gift. You know… going to anywhere you want to go, do what you would like to do for the day, stupid cheesy things that, now that I come to think of it, are awf…” he grabs your chin and makes you look at him.

“I’ll take it.” You blush, so does he. Now you wonder how long it’s gonna take for him to let you go and get all flustered and weird, but… he doesn’t. He keeps looking at you, and his face is getting closer, and closer… you close your eyes in anticipation and… the timer dings, indicating the baked cupcakes are ready.

You two get away from each other, both really embarrassed and giving these quick glances to each other. Well, maybe this is a sign to not make bold moves like that, he’s not ready for this kind of relationship.

You two start working on the frosting, he’s so focused and dedicated, it’s absolutely adorable. He looks at you, mimicking everything you do. It’s been like this in almost everything, he’s always looking up for you in order to act as normal as possible. Your eyes lock to his, and you’ll think t’s going to be one of those moments, but he starts chuckling, you look at him confused.

“It’s just… you have something in your face.” Oh yeah… there’s some frosting in your cheek, you didn’t bother to clean because you were trying to finish this. “Let me get that for you.” You think he’ll wipe it off with his fingers, but your breath hitches when he leans closer and licks it off your face. “Yummy” he says, smiling softly. Today really is a different day, huh?



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Pacts

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  The reader made a pact with Dean and Sam to meet up on a special date.  Do the brothers keep their word?

Word Count:  2821

Warnings:  Shower smut, language

This for @winchester-writes Birthday Drinking Challenge.  I chose Four Roses Bourbon and the prompt: “Can you help me take a shower?” (I played with the wording slightly. 

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROSE!

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Pacts

“Happy birthday to me,” you say with a sigh as you sit on the edge of the bed and flip through the shitty basic cable programming on the motel TV.

The knock at the door pulls you out of your pity party. Cautiously, you pull back the curtain. As soon as you see who is at the door, you pull back the deadbolt and throw it wide open.

“DEAN!” You throw yourself into his arms. The elder Winchester laughs as he wraps his arms around you tightly. Pulling back from his embrace, you tilt your head to look up at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you think I’d forget your twenty-first birthday?” he says.

God, it’s good to see Dean. Really fucking good. Until you saw, you’d hadn’t realized just how much you’d missed him. You peer around his shoulder, looking expectantly for his brother.

“Sorry, kid. It’s just me,” he says apologetically.

“What? No, I’m so glad you’re here! Come in,” you say, stepping back. Dean steps in, surveying your current digs.  

“Are you hunting alone?” Dean asks with concern, you can hear it in his voice.

“I can handle myself,” you retort, automatically falling back into the role of younger kid, Dean was always the oldest. He was the one who told you and Sammy what to do, how to do it, and when to do it. You were the one that argued with him, the defiant one, the one who questioned his orders.

“No, hey,” Dean replies. “I know you can. Let’s not - I’m here to celebrate. Whaddya say we grab some dinner and I buy you your first legal drink?”

“I’d say it’s fitting, since you’re the one who gave me my first illegal drink,” you tease.

Dean laughs. “Oh yeah, that’s right. You still a lightweight?”

“Let’s find out,” you say, throwing him a wink.

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Sweet Valentine (Joker x Reader)

“It’s Valentines Day and you’re bitter that the Joker would rather have business meetings with Gothams criminals then spend time with you. So you find a way to keep him home.”

A/n: I didn’t think that I’d have time to write anything up for Valentines Day but I pushed myself to get this done for you guys. I hope you guys like it.

Warning: Implied inappropriate use of icing, mature themes, suggestive Joker stuffs, murder of innocent cookies.


Music played through out the kitchen. You held the mixing bowl against your chest as you swirled the spoon through the thick icing. You hummed along with the song as you added another drop of red food colouring into the bowl to get the colour you wanted. You put the bowl down and checked on the heart shaped cookies that baked in the oven.

“Soon~” you grinned, looking back to the bowl of icing. You dragged your finger through the sugary substance and held it up to your lips. You inhaled the sweet scent and wasted no time slipping the finger between your lips. You were too preoccupied indulging in the icing to notice the man enter the kitchen.

It wasn’t until your music stopped that you turned around and gasped, quickly pulling your finger from your mouth. There he stood, bright green hair slicked back. He licked his lips as his eyes racked over you. “Oh don’t let me stop you, please, go on.”

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Nice (M)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut | Mature | Dom!Jungkook |

Words: 2k

You scroll through recipes online, trying to find one that doesn’t seem hard - last time having been a clear the reminder that you were far from a chief. When you finally settle on something relatively easy, you go over to the kitchen.

Just as you are finishing the knot in your apron, you hear the front door open to reveal Jungkook opening the door with his foot as both hands were busy carrying brown bags.

“Did you go grocery shopping?” You ask as you begin washing the vegetables.

“No” he puts the bags down on the island in front of the kitchen. “Jin-hyung sent over some side dishes and packed us a dinner” he took a seat on the high chairs. “he said all you have to do is heat them up and we can - ” he stopped mid-sentence smirking at the pout forming in your face “what’s wrong?”

“Tell Jin I love him for everything he does” you go over to him walking between his legs as he takes you in his arms “but I’d like to get an opportunity to do nice things for my boyfriend”

He gives you a light peck before widening is smile, “you do nice stuff for me all the times”

He kissed you again, but you pull back a little to let him know you’re serious “I’ll let him know that you want to cook more”

“Thank you”

“Plus your cooking is amazing for people that want to go on diets” he mocks

“Yah!” You try pulling away from him as he tighten his hold on you to laugh into your neck. You feel the goosebumps rise all around you as you melt more into his embrace.

“Do you know something nice you could do for me right now, y/n?” his voice lowers an octave and you feel a familiar pounding in your chest. He slowly undoes the tie in the apron before removing it,  pushing you far enough to inspect you.

You feel heat slowly radiate all over as you remember the earlier incident you caused while you teased him over the phone.

“Wha-what if I don’t want to anymore”

You see him cook his head to the side, before he pulls you by the hem of your top connecting his soft lips to yours and lifting your shirt half way up.

A shiver runs through you as his cold hands tease around the band if your shorts. His hand comes up to move your head to a side, slightly opening your mouth to invite him in.

He chuckles and pulls back, “I thought you didn’t want to”

“I said what if, Jeon”

“Well what if I want to hear you beg” you stare back at his darken pupils and swallow hard. 3 long second passed where your stubbornness went out the window

“Kiss me” His mouth found yours once again, sliding his tongue in softly before taking dominance of your body and soul.

His fingers quickly unbuttoned your short sliding them down and grabbing your hips agains to pull you against his already hard member.

“Sit on my -hmmm lap now” he ordered between kisses.

You grab his shoulders as you wrap both legs around him straddling him. He gets up from the chair. “Where?”

“Room” you insist. He walks over to the bedroom, holding his lips away from you and his member pulsating for attention against you.

He gently lays you down on the bed before he unattached himself and start to slowly unbutton his shirt.

“Undress for me.” You peel off your shirt, revealing you bare chest, you hear a slight growl from Jungkook “did you want this to happen, y/n?” He teases even more. You wrap your arms self consciously around yourself. He finally takes off his shirt and begins unbuckling his pants when he suddenly stops.

“You want me to take off my pants now right?” You nod your head shyly “I can’t hear you”

“Take of your pants” he smiles slowly taking them off. Silence runs though and you figure out what he wants you to do. “Take off your boxers” he kicks them out of the way, seeing his hard cock making you moan a bit. “Come here” you beacon him and he climbs on the bed leaving an inch of distance from each others face. His body was hovering over you and you could see him swallow hard.

Surprised that he keeps following though with this game you slowly lean toward to kiss his lips slowly going lowers towards his neck. He keep quiet stillness until you lightly bite his neck and lick the same area.

“Are you going to be like this the whole night” you whispers, laying down below him more comfortably. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” Seeing no responses but a smirk you swallow all embarrassment and self consciousness as you slowly pull down your panties, kicking them out of the bed. You see him loose all self control as your fingers begin to dance slightly across your heat.

“Take your hands out of your pussy now” he orders roughly. You quickly comply, relieved that you no longer have to play the game. His hand lands slowly on your heat, fingers pushing apart your other pair of lips so that one can land on your clit

“Do you think your hands can please you better then mine?”

“N-no” you feel your breath escape as he begins to move slowly in figure eight. His other hand comes to cup one of your breast. He keeps his eyes on you as he lowers his mouth to your other breast - quickly licking your nipple before pulling it into his mouth. His fingers sliding down your slit to reveal your built up arousal. Your back arches and he kisses lightly around your chest.

“You’re so wet” his whispers as his finger begin to tease your entrance “is this for your fingers or mine?”

You let out a moan “neither” you whispers. Grabbing his veiny arm that’s still rubbing you.

“Hm? Neither then for what?” His hand leaves your breast and is positioned next to you face to keep his balance as he nuzzles your neck.

“Your cock.” His torment on your neck stops as he leans out to look at you.

“Whose cock?” His eyes begin searching your face

“Only yours, jungkook” you meet his eyes  before throwing you head back as his fingers enter you.

“Mine” he smirks and leans down to capture your moan, “only my cock can feel your tight cunt leaking.” He adds another finger and pumps faster. You cry out in pleasure as he begins his steady rhythm, kissing you face and then just as you feel wave begin to gather for your release, he pulls out. Clenching around nothing you moan in annoyance as your wave vanishes.

“My fingers are only a warm up baby girl” he brings his fingers over to his mouth to lick of your juices off of them.

“Jungkook” you moan closing your legs, as the euphoria begins to buzz off.

He smirks “didn’t you say this was only for my cock?” He teases leaning down for a quick kiss. He travels down in kisses until he reaches between your legs to slightly blow.

“Stop” you breathe “fucking with me”

He buys his lips to hold back a laugh, “stop fucking you? do you really want that, babe?”

“Jungkook!” you feel you heat drip more and more as it impatiently clenches around nothing.

“Since you asked no nicely.” He gets off the mattress to see you in all your frustration before he pumps himself to the sight.

“Open your legs for me.” You breathe out slowly and follow his order, making him but his lower lip in amusement. “You should follow orders like this more often” he jokes.

Just as you were about to scoff he shuts you up by leaning back down to rub his member over your slit, gather up your juices, “watch yourself swallow my cock, y/n.” He position himself over your entrance waiting for you to obey.

You lift up you head seeing him disappear slowly in you, stretching you, your eyes unable to stay still begin to roll back. falling back down on the bed you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him closer to your lips. His other hand comes back to support his weight next to your head. His member fully inside, pulsating and adjusting.

“Fuck” he moan “why do you feel so good and tight every time?”

You push him down to your lips again feeling his moan vibrate throughout your body. your hips begin lifting up towards him signaling him to move.

He begins his slow torture pulling out fully before thrusting back in.

“Go faster” you whine breaking the kiss

“What if I don’t want to” he teases. You groan, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him down below you.

“You’re a horrible listen” you breathe out as you begin to grind yourself to his member. Holding his chest for support, you push yourself up and down.

“Ah shit” he moans grabbing you small hands on his chest. “ babe” he pants out as his hands move on to your hips helping you keep a steady beat, one hand travels to your front rubbing you clit again. “Hands in your tits baby girl, I’ve got you”

You lean back and grab your boobs in your hands before you feel him adjust his grip, thrusting deeper inside of you hitting your spot just right causing you to cry out. You

Your walls begin to clench against his cock, signally both of you’re closeness. He grabs your hands to pull you closer to him. Wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a tight hug against his sweaty chest. The position making you gasp for release, feeling his lips plant lightly with whatever skin was near.

“I’m going to come” you cry into his neck “don’t stop.”

He concentrated harder on his task, holding one of you cheeks to look up at him to hold you whimpers with his mouth.

“Come all over my dick” he huffs sharing the same air source “hold me around your pretty little cunt until I cum”

Those words marked your undoing as your legs began to beg to close around the mind blowing sensation that was happening between them. Your cries became muffles as you’re pushed deeper in jungkook a chest. “Look at me” he whimpers lowly. You push slightly up against him to meet his gaze, as he extends your orgasm.

His thrust become slightly sloppier as he’s near his end. The sound of skin against skin and your words of “I love you” makes jungkook thrust in one last time and still.

The hot white suitable invading your heat.

His grip on you loosen and his chest heavily fall and lift with his exhausted breathing.

You climb up a little higher on top of him to wipe his drenched hair from his forehead. He lifts you off of him so you’ll be lying next to him.

“See” he huffs “nice things for me all the time”

Your laughter fills the room and is quickly replaced by the sound of the phone ringing. “Hold on” he lifts off the bed awkwardly grabbing his phone from him jeans.

“Hello?…ah hyung… no we didn’t try your food yet” jungkook looks up at you smirk ever present on his face “because y/n wanted to show me something - ah nice first” he teases at the inside joke. You feel your cheeks redden even if the other person remains oblivious.

When he hangs up and you throw a pillow at him “stop making sexual innuendos”

“Lets go eat” he says between laughs, grabbing you hand to lift you off the bed.

“Uh you can eat, I’m sweaty and -”

“Full of-” he cooks his head to the side to stare at your heat.

“Stop!” You cover your ears wobbling your way past time

“Fine, round 2 and then we eat”

“Shower does not translate to round 2.”

He takes a seat down on the bed slightly pouting “Yah! Didn’t you insist on wanting to do nice things for me!” He yells after you as you turn on the water.


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Samwell 99

A Holsom Brooklyn 99 AU

  • Ok it should be abundantly apparent that Holsom means our favorite lovable puppy-dog eye Jewish boy Adam Birkholtz is Jake Peralta. He’s brash, he’s messy, but he’s a damn fine detective and he knows it/makes sure no one forgets it.
  • Cue his equally brilliant rival/colleague Justin Oluransi who’s by the book, anxiety ridden, has so many spreadsheets and folders for everything under the sun yet he retains an insane amount of knowledge.  
  • We’ll get back to their totally amazing chemistry in a moment  

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Collarbone

A/N: This… is disgusting, plotless, irredeemable fluff. I’m sorry. 

“What’ll it be, hon?” 

This waitress can’t be for real. She’s ambiguously middle-aged, with poorly-bleached, preposterously floofy hair piled on top of her head. Wide hips, blue eyeshadow, one bad tooth - the works. She’s like a caricature. Hell, she’s even chewing gum, smacking it cheerfully between her tongue and her teeth. She’s unbelievable, is what she is. This whole diner is unbelievable. And true to his penchant for unbelievable things, Mulder is absolutely delighted. 

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the best parts of the dream thieves (featuring me crying pt. 2)

part one

- “Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war” 

- Ronan’s second secret #gay

- Gansey: “i would have thought you had more muscles. Don’t feminist have big muscles?” i just want to punch him can someone please punch him

- gansey calling ronan an incredible creature #gay 

- “The elderly made ronan anxious” bitch me too!!!

- Ronan wanting to race kavinsky in the pig and adam is like dude no there is like 5 people in here we weigh too much and ronan goes: “noah doesn’t count” “Hey!” “You’re dead!” i love these nerds

- Gansey: “am I in your dreams?” Ronan: “Oh yes, baby” i hate him jsjksksk

- “Ronan sometimes dreamt of Adam, too” #gay

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Jin-58 please!

Prompt: “You look cute with a baby bump.”

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: After you learned of your unplanned pregnancy, you assumed life had no more surprises in store for you. Nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that was Kim Seokjin.

Word count: 1.1 k

Part One | Part Two (can be read separately)


After the summer break had ended, you returned to university single, broke, and pregnant. Oddly enough, you weren’t overly upset by this. Sure, your ex-boyfriend had left you the moment he find out you were pregnant. But inside you, another life was forming, and the beauty of that made everything worth it.

You roomed with a group of other girls in an apartment complex just off the university campus. Currently, it was early in the morning, and you were preparing to go to your 8 AM lecture. As you were hurrying around the flat, the sight of the breathtaking sunset shining through the window caught your eye. Gently running your hand over your stomach, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

A few minutes later, you slipped through the front door. Right beneath your apartment complex, there was a quaint café called The Pink Cup. During school, you frequented this establishment often.

The owner of the café was a young, handsome man named Jin. He knew your name, but that was the extent of your relationship.

A bell chimed as you stepped through the doors of The Pink Cup. The inside was decorated cutely, covered in, well, pink. Jin’s affinity for the colour was something you would never understand.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N!” Jin called, poking his head from out of the kitchen. He had dyed his hair honey brown since the last time you saw him. “Long time no see! How was your summer?”

“It was…eventful,” you laughed, slipping into a seat as you waited for Jin to emerge from the kitchen. Eventually, he did, wiping his flour-y hands on his pink apron.

“You want the usual?” he asked, already preparing the ingredients. “Medium caramel macchiato?”

“Yes, please,” you replied immediately, out of habit. You stopped for a moment to think. “Make it decaf, actually.”

“Decaf?” Jin repeated, incredulous. “This early in the morning?”

“Yeah, I know,” you agreed sheepishly. You fiddled with your fingers and considered explaining your pregnancy to Jin. Not everyone took the news well, after all. “Um, I-I’m actually pregnant. That’s why.”

“Oh, wow!” Jin exclaimed, a large, genuine smile appearing on his face. “That’s wonderful. Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” you whispered, surprised. “Not everyone thinks it’s so great, with me being in university and all.”

“Well, that’s understandable,” Jin agreed, placing your drink down in front of you. “It’s incredibly difficult to manage a pregnancy and school.”

You nodded, placing your hands around the warm cup. “I’m a bit worried about that,” you admitted. “Eventually, I’m going to have to quit my part-time job, too.”

“Sorry if I’m being intrusive, but are you still dating that guy I see you with?” Jin asked, pulling up a seat beside you. You found it a bit strange, as Jin had never lingered this long to talk to you before.

“No, he left as soon as I told him I was pregnant,” you replied, not as affected by this statement as you were a few weeks ago. “I’m okay with that, though. He’s not the kind of guy I’d want to raise a kid with.”

Jin frowned, worry pinching his features. “It’s going to be difficult for you, being alone in this,” Jin commented softly. He smiled, a bit melancholic. “You’re probably wondering why I’m suddenly so invested in this. My older sister went through a very similar situation a few years ago, actually.”

Your eyes widened, your gaze snapping to Jin’s. He laughed at your expression, and continued on with his story. He painted a vivid picture of his family and his sister’s life with a child. The entire time, you listened, rapt, and felt a little more hopeful towards your own future.


Your visits to The Pink Cup became considerably longer ever since that first encounter with Jin. A few more weeks had passed, and both your workload and your belly were growing.

One morning, you woke up to morning sickness. The nausea you felt was overwhelming, and you threw yourself into the washroom. You vomited over the toilet, your stomach clenching and your throat convulsing. The tremors running through your weak body had you grasping the toilet to stay upright.

Once you had managed to pull yourself together, you felt drained and still slightly sick. You didn’t bother to dress nicely, opting for an old pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. At this point, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything.

You considered not stopping by Jin’s café, but you missed his kind, comforting presence. Reluctant to let him see you in this state, you trudged into he The Pink Cup.

Jin saw you immediately, and before you could even say a word, Jin had guided you to a chair and was rubbing soothing circles into your back.

“Morning sickness?” Jin asked, concerned etched all over his face.

You nodded weakly. “It’s not the first time, but it’s been getting worse,” you said, your voice hoarse.

Jin stood up suddenly. “I’m going to make you some peppermint tea,” Jin informed you, his worried gaze never leaving yours. “It should help with the nausea.”

“Thank you,” you said, resting your head against the table.

After what felt like ages, Jin returned with a cup of fragrant tea. He set it in front of you gently, sitting in the seat beside yours. His warm hand returned to your back, resuming its ministrations.

Suddenly, Jin’s affection became overwhelming. He was just an acquaintance, a passing presence, but he was becoming a pillar of support for you. You wondered if you were relying on Jin and his kindness too much. After all, he was never going to be a permanent fixture in your life.

Tears clouded your vision. “Why are you so nice to me, Jin?” you whispered, turning your head to face him. “I don’t want you to feel bad for me. It’s not your job to take care of me.”

Jin only smiled and wiped away your tears. “Who says it can’t be my job, Y/N?” he asked gently. “I don’t treat all my customers like this, you know. You’re a strong woman and I admire that.”

Soon enough, the flow of tears ceased. Jin’s hand still rested against your cheek.

“I was meaning to ask you for your number all week,” Jin admitted with a bark of laughter. “But I couldn’t figure out how to do it. Now’s not the best time, I guess, but I would like to treat you to something other than coffee.”

You blinked up at Jin, eyes wide and mouth agape in surprise. “What?” you spluttered, a rosy blush dusting your cheeks. “Why?”

“Well,” Jin began with a soft smile and even softer eyes, “I think you look cute with a baby bump.”

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Thank you for reading! I didn’t write this imagine as a sequel originally, but the stories ended up seeming connected so I figured I’d just link them together. If you liked this imagine, please send more requests our way! Check out our prompts list for inspiration xx

Speak my love for you

Ok so @whalechief, I’m your secret valentine. I did shklance for you, so I hope you enjoy. Oh quick thing, ‘hai dozo’, basically mean ‘here you go’ in Japanese. The italicized word in normal quotation marks are being spoken in Japanese but while I have studied it, I’m not really fluent in Japanese except for the basics. So again, happy Valentine’s Day and I hope you enjoy.

Lance blinked sleepily at the semi crowded room. He was tired, college classes were getting to him.

“You doing ok?” he looked over to where Hunk was cleaning the expresso machine.

Lance nodded, “I’m just tired from all the work I have to do. I still need to get my astronomy and Japanese class grades up.”

“Are you still eavesdropping on the really good looking couple?”

“The one with the both equally strong looking guys who look good enough to eat? The same ones I’m really hoping I heard were poly, yes Hunk, yes I am.” The couple on his mind were good looking and from the very interaction, quiet nice. They were going out, if the kiss the shorter one gave his boyfriend the first time they came into the shop was anything to go by, but when they sat together, they’d speak Japanese to each other. Lance, learning Japanese, would eavesdrop on their conversations just to test his listening skills. He had been sure they had been talking about another guy they had tried dating. Either that or his wishes were messing up with his hearing, which would be bad. But honestly, he really wanted a chance with them, if he could ever ask them out.

“They’re gonna catch you one day.” Hunk warned.

“I’ll deal with that then.” Lance let out a yawn behind his hand, rubbing his eyes. He was really tired, and his brain did feel kinda frazzled.

He didn’t notice that the two guys he had been hoping to see walk into the shop but he did notice the very angry customer stomp over, slamming his half-filled cup on the counter, making him jolt.

“You!”

“Um, yes?”

“I had asked for a soy decafe latte.”

“Um, ok?” Lance was pretty sure that’s what the guy had in front of him, not to mention that it was half drunk. “Uh, sir. This is a soy decafe and it’s half drunken.”

“Are you calling me a liar? I have superior taste buds and this is not what I ordered.”

Where the hell was Hunk? When did he disappear? And did the guy have to yell? Lance was sure that he had called out the correct order when the guy came to pick it up. He never corrected him. He couldn’t deal with this guy coming up and yelling at him with no support.

“Hey asshole! Instead of lying, why not just leave cause you’re causing an unnecessary scene.”

That when he noticed them, the two guys he had been crushing on. The smaller one had his long hair tied into a ponytail, his purple eyes glaring at rude man in front of him. His boyfriend looked just as annoyed, but not as angrily powerful. He was sure that was not an easy feet to achieve.

“Excuse me?”

“They tell you you’re drink when your name is called. That cup is half empty and there are stains on the cup from drinking. You can’t honestly think you can get a free drink out of this. That order is correct and now you’re bothering the workers for no reason. So get lost or I’ll be more than willing to do it for you.”

The man looked like he was ready to argue more but taller boyfriend stepped forward. The guy was tall and really muscular. Lance was sure that the scar on his nose made him seem more terrifying, though Lance just thought it added to his hotness. Sure enough, the man took his cup and stormed out. Lance finally felt like he could breathe.

“Hey, are you ok?” he looked up to see the taller man. His mind finally put a name to the face, Shiro. He had gotten his name from him whenever writing down names, he was surprised he forgot. Maybe his mind was a bit more frazzled than he thought.

“Uh, yeah. Um, thank you.”

“You looked overwhelmed. I’m glad we were able to help a bit.” Shiro said. His boyfriend, Keith –what was with his head supplying the names so late? – didn’t look as mad before, but still looked slightly annoyed.

“I really hate it when assholes think they can just get away with stuff like that.” Keith said.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Shiro asked

Lance nodded, “I’m fine. Thanks.”

Hunk came out from the kitchen, “I heard yelling. What happened?”

“Just a rude customer. I got it, don’t worry.” Lance said, calming Hunk down before he turned back to the other two. “What can I get for you? On the house for helping me.”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary.” Shiro said

“Please, it’s the least I can do. Plus I barely use the free employee discount I’m given anyway.”

“Are you sure?” at Lance nod, Shiro continued, “Ok, but I’m still getting my regular. Passion fruit frappe, for Shiro.”

“Peppermint latte for Keith.”

“Ok, passion fruit frappe for Shiro and peppermint latte for Keith. Alright, I’ll bring it over when it’s done.” The two went to their regular table, while Hunk pulled Lance away a bit.

“I was gone for two minutes to help Coran, what happened? Was it that weird guy with the shifty eyes?”

“Basically this customer was being really rude and yelling and my mind was already frazzled so I kinda almost broke down if they hadn’t come and saved me.” Lance explained

“And of course you offered free coffee. Please tell me you’ll try and ask them out. Trust me, normal people would jump for free stuff. They didn’t until you insisted.”

Lance looked over his shoulder to where the table was. He saw Keith glance at him before continuing to talk to Shiro. “We’ll see. Can you help me with the drinks?” the machinery was a bit closer to their table, so Lance was able to hear the tones of Japanese come to his ears. Lance knew it seemed rude after they helped but him, but he slipped back into the habit of eavesdropping.

“You can get really protective can’t you?”

“He looked like he was about to cry. I didn’t want to see that on him. He always has a smile. One that makes his eyes shine.”

Wait, where they talking about him?

“They do shine don’t they? It looks like the ocean. He’s pretty cute, which is why we should you know…”

Tell him he wasn’t hearing things? Were they talking about him? And saying he was cute?

“Hunk,” he whispered, “I think they’re talking about me. They mentioned Keith saving me and my ‘shiny blue eyes’. I think they called me cute.”

“Why do you look so surprised?” Hunk asked as he started pouring Shiro’s finished drink into the cup. “You always call yourself cute and so do I.”

“There’s a difference between the two hottest guys I’ve been crushing on since I met them and my best bro, who I love deeply.”

“Glad I feel special.” Hunk joked, spraying whip cream on.

“Are we going to ask him out?” Shiro asked

Keith let out a sigh and it took everything not to turn around to see his face. “I do, I really do, but I’d rather wait until before we’re about to leave in case he’s not into us.”

“I’m sure that our favourite barista is.”

“Ok. Now I’m pretty sure it’s me they’re talking about.” So they were interested in him. Lance couldn’t help the giddy smile on his face.

“Wait, really? You didn’t mix words up?”

“I really hope not. Actually, I have an idea. Are you done with Shiro’s?”

“Yeah. But what are you planning?” Hunk asked, handing the cup over.

“Trust me, if I tell you, I might talk myself out of it, or you’ll try and I might let you.” Lance carried the two drinks over to the table. The two stopped talking when Lance approached.

Hai, dozo.” Lance said in Japanese, as he set the cups down. The two started responding in Japanese but stopped before looking right at him. “Just so you know, I’ve been studying Japanese for the past two years. I do feel bad for eavesdropping but I’m not upset about what I heard.”

The two stared at him before Keith hid his face in his hands, “of course you understood us. Why not add to my embarrassment?”

“If it makes you feel better, I had my fingers crossed that you were actually talking about me or this conversation would be really weird. But just so you don’t have to wait, I am interest in going out with you two. If that’s what you were getting at?”

“Yes, actually. We’ve wanted to ask you for a while, but we’ve actually gotten a bit shy. After seeing you today, we decided we were going to ask today, but it seems that you beat us to it.” Shiro explained, his face actually looking a bit red. Keith was still hiding his face. The guy might be willing to yell at strangers, but it was cute to see him so flustered. “So, where did you learn, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Oh, I’m minoring in Japanese at Voltron University.”

“Wait, you go to Voltron? How come we’ve never seen you?” Keith asked, immerging from his palms.

“Well I major in childhood education, so that might be why.”

“Let’s not forget we live off campus Keith. You barely want to be on campus as much as it is. In fact, did you want to come to our house for dinner of Friday? I think it’ll be a good excuse to avoid everyone and still be together, since it’s Valentine’s Day. I’m even willing to pull out Japanese recipes.”

“You can cook whatever you want. I’ll just bring a ton of chocolate.”

Keith swiped the sharpie attached to Lance apron and wrote a number down on a napkin before handing both items to Lance. “That’s my number. Text tonight so we can fill out the details?”

The same giddy smile made it back to Lance’s face as he took the items from Keith. “Sure. I’ll leave you to it.” He gave them both a smile before heading back behind the counter. Hunk was giving him a knowing look.

“Well that went really well.”

“I did not want to embarrass myself like that.” He heard Keith moan.

“He said yes, so let’s be thankful for that.”

Lance looked back at Hunk, “really well. Hey, do you think you can help me make a shit ton of chocolate before Valentine’s? I’ve got a lot of unhad dates to make up for.”

I’m A Chef

Pairing: Dean x Reader (kind of)

Summary: Sam and Dean find a new place for breakfast.

Word Count: 761

Warnings: none, just Dean being a cutie.

A/N: Written for @revwinchester‘s birthday challenge but I suck so it’s like a week late :) The job I chose was chef (if you know me, you’re probably sitting there like ‘well, duh’).

You watched as two men walked through the glass door, the chime echoing and rattling you out of your daze. These men weren’t two you could miss - one of them towering over 6 feet tall, the other absolutely gorgeous with piercing green eyes that met yours almost immediately as they sank down onto the stools at the counter.

“What can I do for you, gentlemen?” You straightened yourself and reached for a pot of coffee.

“Two coffees, black. And a couple’a menus if you don’t mind.” The green-eyed beauty smiled at you.

You swore your heart stopped in that moment. He was already perfect, and that smile… 

Passing them two menus, you watched as they flipped to the breakfast page. 

“Aw, Sammy. Waffles!” Green eyes grinned and slapped his tall compadre on the shoulder.

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