or just for the sake of cuteness

You know what, Booth and Brennan will always be my #1 otp because they gave me so much as a couple. I mean, I’m not talking about sex or smut because that’s fanfiction material (like you go girl, want to see your fave ship bang on a piano? go and read that !!!! that’s what that website is for) but everything else. The ‘platonic’ aspect of their relationship has always been the best part of their dynamic to me, but they were still able to overcome that phase and be a family. This being said, that original dynamic has never been compromized, not to me at least, because when it comes to the important stuff, Booth and Brennan are still partners first, they are still the people they would give up their life for, they would fight for each other. While the majority of other ships kinda change once they get together. Booth and Brennan never completely changed, so much that people complain because they’d rather have them being romantic the 100% of the time. I don’t. Also, it’s the little things that matter to me, like it might sound stupid, but I find it extremely adorable and precious that Brennan knows Booth by knowing his injuries. Every time something happens, she’s able to compare factures and other stuff to Booth’s. And that’s so IC, that’s something I really want to see because it’s them. And it’s been this way since she first found out about his past in 1x15 and it never changed. She imagined him on that autopsy table in 11x01 by looking at the bones, just like it happened on 12x04 with Aldo and in other many occasions. Brennan saying like I know that because of your brain tumor. She knows his brain scans. YAAAS. Give me this stuff. Give me Booth and Brennan that can’t sleep without each other at night when one of them is struggling with something, give me them talking about taking someone’s life and carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. Give me them hurting each other to save each other. They would never cheat on each other or hurt each other because they want to. They only do it because it’s the only way. Yaas. Screw sex, just give me this stuff.

About the ship wars on this fandom (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) ♫・*:.。. .。.:*・

Seriously guys, why don’t you just use your energy and love to create content to your OWN ship(s) and characters you like instead of using it to HATE and talk shit about the others??!!! Please??!! Thank you!!!??

Also some people need to stop with their exaggerate use of “trope”… I’ve seen too much bullshit these days. Slavery isn’t a fanfic trope. Conversion camp isn’t a fanfic trope. Segregation isn’t a fanfic trope. Nazi AUs aren’t a fanfic trope. Stop considering traumatizing events who caused the deaths of millions of people targeted specifically for their skin colour, religion, and/or sexuality, as something “cute” and “romantic”.

I don’t want to read about a slave (especially brown or black) falling in love with their master “who is not cruel like the other masters uwu~”. I don’t want to read about a character being sent to conversion camp and meeting someone there and “will they fall in love despite the hardships??”. Stop romanticizing and trivializing these events (some of which are still happening today, all of which are still hurting people today) for the sake of your ship. It is incredibly hurtful. Just stop. These “tropes” you find cute and a good plot device are just offensive and harmful.

And when people are telling you to stop, instead of getting mad because “I’m not racist/homophobic/antisemitic how dare you!!!” and “You are being too sensitive it’s just a fanfic” or even “I have the right to write whatever I want”, maybe listen to people.


Drabble fragment I wrote because I couldn’t sleep due to a stuffy nose.

Ladybug smiled at Adrien, nervous but refusing to show it.

“I am glad you’re okay.” She said, eyes locked with his.

He smiled back. “It’s all thanks to you.”

Had he moved closer, or had she? She wasn’t sure but they were now rather close. Close enough to kiss, maybe?

Before she could work up her courage to ask for a thank you kiss, an arm slung around her shoulder, pulling her back.

“Ladybug!” Alya exclaimed in her ear. “That fight was amazing! You were really in top form today.”

Ladybug blinked at her, dazed by her sudden appearance. “Alya?” She asked, confused.

“From the Ladyblog, yes!” She pulled her away from Adrien and Ladybug glanced back longingly.

Once Adrien was out of earshot Alya’s cheerful voice dropped to a warning whisper. “Ladybug, I love you, but if you flirt with that boy, I’m going to have to slander you so hard. My best friend has dibs. Respect the dibs.”

After a few excited selfies, Alya ran off, leaving Ladybug deeply touched by the fact that her best friend would stand up to a superhero for her. And also very annoyed.

Why do people make out Will Solace to be this sunshiny optimistic character like just li s ten-

This boy has probably had people die in his arms, he’s probably been the only person there when multiple demigods died. He deals with severed limbs and gushing wounds every. single. day.

He has canonically stated he acts calm for the sake of others.

You’re actually going to try to convince me the boy that practically had a mid life crisis when he was like 15 because a cute guy didn’t visit him in the infirmary is a ball of sunshine??

Will Solace is legit about to fall apart from stress at any given moment alrigjt

So…. Lauren unfollowed Camila on Instagram 👀😑 why didn’t you do that a month ago? Am I suppose to suddenly believe you don’t want to look at her beautiful face anymore? Nope ain’t buying this shit it screams PR just like Britney tweeting about her sister where was she a week ago when all that was happening? Also all this feels like a fanfic I ain’t even going to lie we have Camila been a love sick cute fluffy baby waiting on her Princess charming to come kiss her in the rain, we have Lucy asking if all her efforts didn’t mean anything and then we have Lauren in LA the same day Camila saying ‘love you’ ‘miss you’. Now I ain’t delusional but for fuck sakes really! What do you think shippers will assume? And you wonder why people won’t give up on Camren so your next best option is to put Camila vs Lauren. I’m just going to sit back grab my popcorn and watch 👌 because all your doing is making Lauren look petty af

(Not my art, BTW)

Sally is not a bad character. The stupidest and by far the most popular reason I’ve heard for disliking her is literally just because people prefer Sonamy. 

For the love of Sega, get over it

I don’t hate Amy because I think that Sonamy is awful. She’s a good character too, but is overhyped just for the sake of the Sonamy supporters. Some people literally want Sally dead, simply because she’s “in the way of Sonamy”, even though that couple is never going to happen anyway.

Look, I understand that some people really like this ship, and I admit it- in certain canons (Sonic Boom), this ship is really cute and potentially canon. But in the games, even where Sally doesn’t exist, it’s just not happening.

And yet…

Let’s face it, Amy is not a good match for Sonic, at least not in the Archie comics canon. She is clingy, she is unhealthy in her adoration for him, and above all…


And Sonic is fifteen.

Look me in the eye and tell me that’s okay. 

Besides, Sonic obviously isn’t attracted to her in a romantic way, as shown in his discomfort towards her advances. 

At most, I see him viewing her as a little sister; someone he cares about and wants to protect, but will never be attracted to romantically or (chaos forbid) sexually. That is disgusting, not to mention very one-sided on Amy’s part.

On the flip side, however, we have Sonic and Sally. 

Not only is this a mutual, healthy, and loving couple who care deeply for each other, but it’s also canon. Time and time again, we haven’t just been teased with a few hinted Sonally tidbits here and there, but it’s been shown way more than once that these two are together.

These two complete each other. Sally keeps Sonic down to earth, and in return Sonic helps Sally have a little fun in the stress-filled and very dangerous world they live in, in the war they’ve been fighting to end since they were kids.

That’s not to say they haven’t had their moments. How could anyone forget ‘The Slap’?

Yeah, thanks a lot, Penders.

This is actually a major reason that people hate her and frankly, it’s also one of the lamest. Let’s look at the facts: Sally doesn’t actually have all that many people she really and truly loves. Sonic is one of those few and she’s nearly lost him quite a few times. She thought he was dead for a year, for Pete’s sake. So when he chose to fight Robotnik instead of being with her, she got a little (okay, A LOT) short with him. I’ll admit, slapping him and calling him “selfish” was a bit much, but she almost lost him to being “reckless?” and there he went being “reckless” again. Wouldn’t you lose your temper with him, too?

But Sonic understands this, and they eventually get back together, even with all the problems they face on a daily basis. Sally even turned down Monkey Khan because of her continued love for Sonic. That’s devotion, if I’ve ever seen it.

And need I mention the fact that they got married?


Sonally is not only an amazing pairing, it’s also been confirmed over and over again. So next time you see someone bashing these two in favor of Sonamy, tell them what I just told you. Share the love~

for the sake of all rabbits out there, please oh please do not get your child a rabbit this Easter season unless you plan on taking care of it yourself.

rabbits have the ability to be cute and cuddly but take much more work to care for than people realize.

they do not like to be picked up, they don’t like to be chased, and honestly I would worry that a little kid might hurt the poor rabbit.

just don’t.

I relate to Chika so much and it’s so sad to see she’s people’s least favorite girl. People even call her a bad friend because of the You episode. Honestly she’s just a normal and goofy girl like me, but she tries so hard to bring out the best in everyone and shines so bright. She even forgets about her own well being for the sake of aqours. But she learns that aqours is there for her and that her feelings are valid. She’s super cute and funny and relatable even though she has flaws.

Adorkable (a phanfic)

Summary: Just a little something with no real plot about Dan and Phil being their usual dorky selves.

Genre/Tags: Fluff n stuff, domesticity, comfort, dorks being dorks

Warnings: Profanity/swearing (this is Dan and Phil we’re talking about, so it’s to be expected); one very, very brief reference to kinks/sex (you have to squint to see it)

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. I am not making assumptions or statements about any of the characters shown in this story, it’s all for the sake of story-telling and should not be taken seriously. 

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Inspired by a moment from the PINOF 8 Bloopers where Dan talks about his ‘Dandle’ and Phil gives a cute eyeroll (even though i didn’t mention it in the story), I though it was too good of a prompt to pass up! (Lbr though, there were so many cute moments in PINOF 8 as a whole, they’re too precious to exist.)

Also, the events that take place in this are in no particular chronological order so yeah

(This was so much longer than I expected it to be, but as it’s my first I’m pleased with the final result!)

Reviews/advice are appreciated ^_^

Thank you to @kathax397 for being my beta! :3


Dan often found himself contemplating why his and Phil’s fans called them dorks.

He wasn’t disagreeing, it was just funny to see how the phandom responded to the way they presented themselves, especially as its opinion could change from day to day. One day they might be called ‘soft and squishy’, the next ‘dads’ and ‘sexy noodles’.

Other opinions stayed consistent - they were normally the truest ones. Nerds? Hell, yeah. Lanky? You know it. In love? Of fucking course. Well, the last one wasn’t information they’d released to the world just yet but their fans could see it anyway.

‘Dorks’ seemed to be more on the consistent side.

Dan pondered the accuracy of this statement. Just how dorky were they?


The two of them were sat in their office filming a Gamingmas video. Today it was a second attempt at Akinator, but they were making the genie guess Christmas-themed characters instead. Both boys felt content and weren’t taking anything seriously.

Well, anything except for Christmas on Phil’s part.

Phil had always been a holiday enthusiast, but it amused Dan to see just how seriously Phil was taking it.

Sure enough, when they chose to talk about Mrs Claus, and inevitably the first question to pop up was “Does your character really exist?”, Phil set about convincing Dan to answer ‘Probably’ instead of ‘No’.

Neither believed in Mr and Mrs Santa Claus of course, but Phil was insistent that they kept up the Christmas spirit. (One excuse he’d used in the past was that he didn’t want to ruin it for younger viewers, but Dan doubted many of their viewers were of that age group.)

Phil pointed to the screen and said, “No! Nhh- probably! PROBABLY.”

Dan just leaned towards Phil and gave him a look while he rambled on about not ruining the Christmas spirit. Truth be told, he found Phil’s insistence quite endearing, but he wasn’t one to admit it.

He only looked at Phil for a second or two, but it was an affectionate one that said, God you’re a dork. Phil was none the wiser to Dan’s gesture, and so Dan withdrew and returned his focus to the computer screen.

Again, he secretly loved his boyfriend’s enthusiasm and it brought him joy to see him so passionate about something, but that didn’t change the fact that his boyfriend could be a total dork.

So how dorky were they? Quite dorky.


Everyone has bad days.

Whether it be because of illness, or drama, or just feeling crap, everyone has bad days.

Dan knew this all too well, as someone who was prone to an existential crisis every other week. He had learned to accept it over time.

The one thing he couldn’t bear to see was Phil having a bad day.

Phil was, as many of their subscribers had succeeded in pointing out, a ray of sunshine. He was too humble to agree, but that didn’t make the statement any less accurate. He was always smiling, always optimistic and brought brightness with him wherever he went. He always knew exactly what to say, what to do, what to offer when someone was feeling down. Ever since they’d known each other he’d been like a beacon or a light at the end of a tunnel for Dan. He’d always supported and loved him unconditionally. He was literally his guardian angel.

So to see his guardian angel feeling down in the dumps felt worse for Dan than when he himself felt like that.

It didn’t matter what was happening: Phil took priority, especially when it was a bad day. End of discussion.

He had woken up one morning exhausted and with a nasty fever, and probably wouldn’t have said anything for fear of being an inconvenience if Dan hadn’t noticed the heat radiating from his shivering form. They had been supposed to go to a meeting that day; Dan told Phil that he’d chain him to his bedpost if he had to to prevent him from going (not in a sexy or kinky way, to which Phil feigned disappointment) and that he certainly wasn’t abandoning his sick boyfriend for just a bloody meeting, which could be rescheduled anyway.

Dan made himself Phil’s personal slave for the day which made Phil, being a ‘selfless little shit’ to quote what Dan told him, feel quite guilty, but he hadn’t even the strength to get out of bed on his own and Dan, being an ‘even more selfless little shit’ to quote what Phil replied with, insisted. He supplied extra pillows and blankets, kept him sufficiently watered and fed, gave him all the required medicine, made sure the thermostat was always at a warm temperature and helped him to the bathroom for the toilet and even a warm bath.

However, most of the time Phil just wanted Dan there with him in bed holding him. Whether they were watching an anime, scrolling through Tumblr and laughing at all the memes and gifs, taking a nap, or just lying there, Phil wanted Dan by his side. Dan was more than happy to oblige, clambering over to him, settling down under the duvets, wrapping his arms around Phil protectively and pulling him as close as he physically could.

Having Dan with him was the one thing that really made him feel any better. Of course, Dan’s body heat warming him up helped, but really he was just glad to have such a caring and compassionate person close to him in his life. He was grateful that he could have someone so perfect as his boyfriend, as someone who loved him back and reminded him of that with the words “I love you” every few minutes (although Phil wasn’t sure why he didn’t think he was anything special), as someone who risked getting ill himself by holding Phil and kissing him on his temple, his cheeks, his lips, anywhere on his face, but didn’t give a fuck.

With Dan he felt safe and protected. With Dan he felt like he was worth something.

Dan didn’t normally show his sappy side, so Phil always enjoyed the show while he could, snuggling up to him and intending to stay awake but barely being able to keep his eyes open while Dan encouraged him in gentle tones to get some rest. It continued like this for most of the afternoon, drifting in and out of consciousness until he finally fell into a deep sleep and awoke in the early hours of the morning, still feeling disgusting but not quite as much as he had twenty-four hours ago. He reached for his glasses and realised that he was still wrapped up in Dan’s warm embrace. Phil tried to shift his position a bit without waking up his slumbering partner so they’d both be more comfortable, but despite his best efforts Dan woke up anyway, smiling as he opened his eyes and took in the sight of Phil still in his arms. He pulled him in for a soft kiss before asking quietly,

“How are you feeling?”

“Still feel like crap, but it’s been worse.”

Dan seemed content with that answer, so he snuggled up and made Phil promise to wake him up if anything happened before closing his eyes and starting to drift off again. Before he could however, Phil whispered,

“Thank you.”

“Mhhhhmm? For what?”

“For being here. For looking after me, when you could have gone to that meeting or got some video work done. Instead you’ve been caring for me all day, loving me, trying to make me feel better, and I appreciate that.”

“I’d do anything for you,” replied Dan, before pulling him in for a longer, deeper kiss.

When they pulled away, Phil shuddered mockingly.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a sap.” Not that he didn’t like it. Quite the opposite.

“I’m your sap.”

“Dork,” retorted Phil.

As they both settled down and Phil was once again embraced by sleep, he heard one final murmur,

“Your dork.”

So how dorky were they? Very dorky.


The 19th of October.

For most people it was just another day in the run-up to various holidays.

For Dan and Phil, it was the day their lives changed forever.

It was the day they first met each other, at Piccadilly Station in Manchester. It had been one of the best days of their lives.

One of, because over the years many more happy memories were to come.

On the morning of their anniversary, neither could be bothered to get out of bed. Normally this was because they rarely woke up before noon, but today they were content to spend the morning basking in each other’s presence.

As they lay tangled up in each other’s arms, one couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. The only sounds to be heard were content sighs and whispered declarations of love between passionate kisses. They worked together to create a dance of romance, of amour, of devotion for the other.

Today was all about them, about the ups and downs they had gone through, the unbreakable bond they’d created.

Some time after noon, they were still in their cocoon of love and affection but were instead lying against each other, enjoying each other’s company. Eventually, they gathered enough willpower to get out of bed and binge-watch some Netflix in the living room, but space between them remained non-existent. They had their arms around each other’s waists, and Dan practically laying on top of Phil with his head in the crook of Phil’s neck. They didn’t really watch anything, instead they focused on feeding each other pancakes and looking into each other’s eyes, which could captivate them for hours on end.

However, they didn’t have hours on end. Phil had booked a reservation at a restaurant (nothing too fancy, as their combined social awkwardness, clumsiness and other traits didn’t bode well with ‘fancy’) as a surprise. They’d been to it the first time they had travelled to London all those years ago when the prospect of their own radio show had arisen. He figured Dan would appreciate the gesture and the sentiment.

The problem was, Dan was also planning a secret date night out.

Not only that, it was at the exact same restaurant.

They thought alike in that way.

As they lay there on the sofa, just enjoying the moment, both of them were contemplating when they should speak up that they’d organised a surprise. Of course, neither knew that the other had made plans and weren’t even sure if the other would want to, so for fear of being turned down they remained quiet.

Until finally, Phil spoke up,

“Hey Dan?”


“So I was thinking, I kinda have a surprise for you later…”

“What? Are we going out?”

“Yeah! I just really wanted to get out and, y’know, have an official celebration! So what do you think?”


Phil froze. He wasn’t sure how Dan would react to the prospect of going outside, even if it was their anniversary, but he wasn’t expecting this.

“So… no?”

“No, nononono- fuck, that’s not what I meant, fuck fuck fuck… I’d never turn down any opportunity to be with you, you know that.”

“So what’s wrong?”

“The thing is… I kinda made plans for us as well…”

Phil stared at Dan, who was burying his face into his shoulder in embarrassment, before bursting into fits of giggles.

“You… made secret plans wh-while I, too, made secret plans… M-may I ask what th-they were?”

“To got to the first restaurant we visited here in London, when we came to visit about the radio show,” murmured Dan quietly.

Phil’s giggles turned into full-scale laughter.

“Don’t laugh, you’re embarrassing me!” Dan complained.

Phil calmed down enough to say, “Ummmm, this kinda ruins the surprise, but I may or may not have booked a reservation at the same place…”

Dan looked up for the first time and said disbelievingly, “Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Phil started laughing again at Dan’s expression, shaking his head in response.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” replied Dan before burying his head in Phil’s shoulder again but this time shaking with laughter.

Eventually they both calmed down and just smiled at each other, still amused at the hilarity of the scenario.

“You’re such a dork.”

“That makes both of us.”

“I guess we really are perfect for each other, then.”

So how dorky were they? One hundred percent dorky.

But they were dorky together.


And there it is… My first phanfic! Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!

I know that people in fic usually write general Akielon public being distrustful of Laurent and thinking “what the hell, we don’t want any Veretian pampered princes marrying our king”, etc. And its definitely more likely and probable and all that.

But imagine Akielons absolutely adoring Laurent and formally adopting his as Akielon without hesitation. They see him winning Octon matches, trying Akielon rituals and traditions, wearing Akielon clothing, drinking griva withouch wincing, etc. and they. just. love him. His accent is so cute you know?

And then one day Damen gets a petition from people of Ios about Laurent and he is worried the public dissaproves but the letter is like “JUST MARRY HIM ALREADY FOR FUCKS SAKE! CHOP CHOP!”

And the Akielons hear about how Laurent was treated in Vere by some people and they are like “you don’t deserve him Vere he is ours now.”

Problem is, Veretian people love Laurent too… Joint capitol at the border is the only obvious solution of course.

Johnlock Dates - Season 1

A Study in Pink: a candlelit dinner date while waiting for a serial killer to show up

The Blind Banker: a quick bite in a quaint place while chasing after a smuggling syndicate

The Great Game: cute diner breakfast to recharge before solving another psychopath’s riddle

(just a few more days before s4)


heyyy im back with some more phan trash since you guys liked the last one so much

this is of danisnotonfire and amazingphil ’s newest colab with Pewdiepie! it was really great and cute you gotta go watch it if you haven’t already

heres the link:


Phil just really loves animals okay

Also don’t be afraid to come visit my blog to suggest or request stuff! always looking for new stuff to draw!

Charity Event

Fandom: Gotham

Bruce Wayne x Reader


Warnings: None

A/N: My first imagine yay :) This is gonna be really cute bc Bruce doesnt really know how to flirt well (as seen in the freaking tv show with Selina gosh dang it Bruce) and fjeirwjfwnrjg hecking heck. Also for the sake of the story, the reader is from the streets like Selina but a little nicer? so yea enjoy :))

Tags: @vanity-grayson

Originally posted by believe-in-chemistry

Your crossed your legs on the coffee table, the breeze from the window you left open softly blowing your hair in your face. You leaned back on the leather couch and extended your arms out. You knew they were home, you just didn’t know when they would feel the need to come into the library. Bruce Wayne was one of the richest teens of today, and here you were in his library, casually sitting on his couch like you owned the place. It’s become sort of a habit.

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Originally posted by otvku-fxk

CIEL X READER SO! I decided to change things up and write a Black Butler fanfic. This goes out to the anime Black Butler Fans who might actually prefer the little boy over the absolutely gorgeous Bassy. For the sake of I don’t know, Ciel will be older, maybe about 15-16.

 If you’re older than Ciel in this story just use your imagination to grow his age or shrink yours. Reason why I haven’t written Sebastian X reader is because I don’t have a story for that yet. If Ciel is too out of character, my bad. I’m simply trying to please you! 

WARNINGS: suggestive content.

Ciel’s POV

“I don’t understand, Sebastian,” Ciel growled in annoyance. He glared down at his papers that he was neglecting.

“Don’t understand what, my lord?” Sebastian asked, he paused from pouring the afternoon tea. He cocked his head to the side a little, so he could focus on his young master.

Ciel’s eyes narrowed a little. He was really frustrated. Was he angry about the paper? Surely not, he was a workaholic. Nothing work related could frustrate him easily. “I don’t like…” Ciel hesitated for a split second. “I don’t like feeling this way.” He wasn’t even sure why he was telling his butler this information. But he was confused. And desperate enough to tell Sebastian his troubles.

“What exactly are you feeling?” Sebastian mused, his eyes closing ever so slightly and his signature smirk showing at the corner of his mouth. But he knew Ciel was acting differently, and he knew why.

“I don’t know!” Ciel snapped angrily. “I can’t describe it!”

Sebastian’s smirk grew. He knew how Ciel acted around a certain pretty maid. Ciel could act all cool and collected, but little things like glancing at Y/N, the maid, and making sure she helped Sebastian with tea gave it all away. “Lustful, perhaps?” The words dripped out of Sebastian’s mouth, almost in a mocking tone.

“What?! Sebastian, I do not feel lustful! That is an inappropriate manner which I will not tolerate, let alone have it!” Ciel barked, but his face had turned a slight shade of red. “The feeling I have is distracting, I wish I could get rid of it!”

“It would have come sooner or later, my lord.”

“What on earth do you mean?!” Ciel retorted.

“The feeling you have would have come earlier had you not been do distracted with other things. Don’t worry,” Sebastian said mockingly and was now smirking a huge smirk. “All boys go through it. Where they can’t take their minds of a certain girl. Where they long to do something maybe a little naughty to a certain—”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Ciel shouted loudly, his face bright red now. He looked extremely uncomfortable, which was Sebastian’s whole goal.

Sebastian laid a plate of treats in front of Ciel, but Ciel was sulking now. “Would you like me to get Y/N to help you with your work?” Sebastian asked, soothingly, but know he was treading on sensitive soil.

“No. Keep Y/N on the opposite side of the manor. I need her out of my head, Sebastian. I must focus on work,” Ciel said in a dry tone. He looked rather moody, sipping his tea and munching on a tart.

“Yes, my lord,” Sebastian obediently said, but he knew that keeping Y/N away from Ciel wouldn’t last long.

Your POV

You had just gotten back from the market with Mey Rin and you were preparing the evening dinner when Sebastian walked into the kitchen. “Oh, Sebastian, will I be serving Master Ciel’s dinner tonight?”

Sebastian was about to answer no, Ciel would rather I take him his dinner, but he then got an evil devilish idea. A wonderful hell of an idea. “Yes, Y/N, you will be taking a tray up to him!” He said, beaming that mischievous smile of his.

The way his lips curled upwards, you knew something wasn’t right. “Bassy… is there something I should know?” You asked cautiously. You were the only one who could call him Bassy without being killed in a painful way.

“Yes, the Master is feeling a little bit unusual, which is why he will be dining in his study tonight,” Sebastian replied back easily. There was no trace of worry in his face.

“Unusual? Should we call a doctor?” You asked hastily, a flash of worry spread on your face. You cared about Ciel, and you didn’t want him to be sick. He was the one that gave you the job, so you almost felt in debt to him. He wasn’t really kind or nice, but he was almost gentle with you, even if he was a big cynical grump.  

“No, dinner will improve his mood, don’t worry, Y/N!” Sebastian said cheerfully. “He wishes to dine at seven precisely.” And with that, Sebastian exited, with a huge sly smile.

Still a little confused, you began to prepare Ciel’s dinner. Boiled beef and veggies, with some rich herbs, turnip pasty, and a soufflé. It did not take you long to cook, especially with the help of Sebastian, who came in the end to get everything ready.

As you took up the tray, you looked at Sebastian expectantly. “Aren’t you coming?”

“No, my lord needs me to run some errands. That’s why you’re taking up his dinner,” Sebastian explained hastily. Before you could respond, Sebastian practically disappeared without noise.

What a strange butler. Tucking that thought away, you began to make your way to Ciel’s study. Once there, you set the tray to the side and knocked on the door. “Come in, Sebastian,” Ciel called.

It was only until after you picked up the tray and opened the door that you realized Ciel said Sebastian. But it was too late. Ciel was staring at you with a surprised look. “I’m so sorry!” You stumbled over your words. “I-I thought you were expecting me! S-Sebastian said—”

“Sebastian?!” Ciel interrupted. “That demon!” Ciel’s face looked furious, which scared you. You hastily laid down the tray of food and began to head to the door.

“I am so sorry, Master!” You kept saying over and over.

You were so close to the door when Ciel said in a low dangerous voice, “Did I tell you, you could leave…?”

You bit your lip hard. “N-no, master…”

“Come here,” Ciel beckoned. His voice was still low, but not so much dangerous as… dangerously seductive, which made your face turn red.

“S-sir… am I in t-trouble?” you whispered so quietly it was barely audible.

Ciel slowly walked closer to you. “Maybe…” He replied back.

You cursed Sebastian. For two things. What was happening now, and for the fact that Ciel was acting more like Sebastian with every second. Had Sebastian taught Ciel how to flirt or something?! It was terrifying! “My heavens! I’m a maid and you’re a lord, master Ciel!” You said, trying to come off bold.

“Which means,” Ciel concluded. “You have absolutely no right to refuse me then…”

“I don’t understand… Sebastian s-said you weren’t feeling good. I thought you had a sore throat o-or s-something. What kind of feel bad are you feeling?” You asked weakly. Ciel was advancing even closer, his eye never leaving you.

“Lustful, perhaps?”

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for when Otabek is sick and Yuri is the only one to take care of him.


I think Yuri would be so mad at Otabek for getting sick, but only because he’s worried, you know? I bet he would do everything to get Otabek better as soon as possible, while still being angry lmao. it probably goes a little like this:

“For christ’s sake Otabek, I told you to take a scarf before going for a ride, but NO,” Yuri grumbles angrily as he searches the cupboard for a pot. “I can’t find my scarf, but it’s not that cold today, don’t worry Yuri. Don’t worry my ASS,” he continues, slamming the fridge shut for emphasis after retrieving some vegetables. Otabek winces.

“Yuri, I’m fine it’s just a col-,” Otabek stops mid sentence at the death glare Yuri shoots him over his shoulder from where he’s standing at the kitchen counter, vigorously chopping carrots. Otabek has to admit that angry Yuri is scary when the anger is directed at him. It’s not a position he’s used to being in.

“You, mister,” Yuri starts, focusing back on the knife and chopping board (they don’t need another casualty, thank you very much), “have right about nothing to say right now. Less talking, more tea drinking.”

Otabek sighs in defeat and takes a sip of the chamomile tea he has his hands wrapped around. He’s sitting at the tiny kitchen table, wrapped in a fleece blanket. Yuri insisted.

“Thanks,” Otabek say. His voice is croaky. He should’ve taken the extra five minutes yesterday to look for his scarf, he thinks. He can see the tense line of Yuri’s shoulders ease up, the frown on the younger’s face doesn’t look quite as deep as just a few minutes ago.

“Of course,” Yuri says gently as he pushes the chopped vegetables from the board into the pot of now boiling water. A soft smile replaces the angry frown. They share a quick look before Yuri goes back to cooking. Otabek smiles, too.

“Finish your tea. Soup will be ready in 20.”

Cramps // Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Prompt(s) : Your blog has just made my week ❤ request from a transboy about to get his period. How would Thomas take care of me? Keep up the amazing work!!

Note(s) : this prompt is actually really cute like yes please  // TY FOR YOUR KIND WORDS MY DEAR CHILD I LOVE YOU

Warning(s) : mentions of lucifer’s waterfall 

Wordcount : 899 ( fOR FUCKS SAKE.)

You groaned loudly in pain, pulling the navy blue covers over your head and pulling your legs against your chest so that you were in fetal position. It held a tiny little bit with the pain, but not enough to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. 

“Sir…?” One of the younger maids asked, looking concerned. You wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your pyjama top and peeped your head over the top of the covers, humming to signify her to continue what she was going to say. You didn’t want to talk right now, you just wanted to cuddle into Thomas’ shirt in his bed and wallow in self pity and the pain that female anatomy had bestowed upon you. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get Mr. Jefferson for you…?” She smiled, looking like she wasn’t really sure what else to suggest. 

“No, no ill be alright… he’s a busy man, he doesn’t have time to take care of me… I’m just being dramatic, I’m fine, I promise!” You smiled, trying to reassure the maid that she need not bother you anymore. Did you want Thomas? Of course you did - you craved the feeling of his arms around you while you laid your head on his chest and listened to the sound of his heart beating. However, that rarely seemed to happen because of how busy he was and you didn’t want to pull him away from work. It would only pile up and stress him out later - you hated seeing him stressed. Elbows on his desk with his face in his hands, his usual charisma gone and his smile replaced with a somewhat poker face.

Your cramps only got worse as the day went on. You couldn’t get comfy, you were too warm with the covers on but too cold with them on, you missed Thomas a LOT bt you refused to let the maids pull him from his work. Suddenly, there was a small knock at the door.

“Who is it?” You whined, not wanting any more maids making a fuss of you. Much to your surprise, it was Thomas. You IMMEDIATELY felt better. 

He stepped inside the room, a maid behind him holding a rather large basket. As soon as she put it down, Thomas gestured for her to leave the room -  to which she did obediently and shut the door on her way out. Thomas looked over at you then took a seat on the bed, slipping his own hand into yours.

“How are you feeling…?” He asked softly, giving your hand a squeeze. You shrugged your shoulders at him, the tear stains on your cheeks clear to see. He sighed sympathetically and reached into he basket, giving you a hot water bottle to hold on your chest, followed by some strong painkillers. You were so greatful to have him as a boyfriend. 

“Lay with me?” You whimpered, giving your best puppy-dog face. He smirked and let out a sigh, lifting the covers and slipping underneath with you, his arms wrapping around your waist so he was spooning you. You giggled and shuffled back into his chest as far as you could, feeling his mouth press against the top of your head. 

“I have a surprise for you.” He mumbled quietly into your hair, placing a kiss in the same spot. 

“What would that be?” You grinned, turning around to face him. Not a second later, a square of chocolate was being held up to your mouth. Your face flushed but you took it into your mouth, watching his usual mischievous grin play at the corner of his lips. 

“I got the maids to get you those fancy tampon things again. The ones you said felt more comfortable last time but I got you pads as well, just in case.” He seemed proud that he had remembered the terminology and that he had remembered exactly which brand you preferred.

“Thankyou…” You whispered as another square of chocolate came up to meet your lips, which you took gratefully. 

“I’m going to take care of you, okay? I’d choose you over my work any day.” He mumbled, again into your ear. It sent chills down your spine but it also filled you with utter happiness that you weren’t just a burden to him. Sometimes you felt that you were, especially when things like periods came up. However, you couldn’t fault Thomas at all. He was an amazing boyfriend and he was always extremely kind to you. You weren’t sure how you survived without him up until this point. 

“If you ever need me, don’t hesitate to ask. I don’t want you to feel like you have to go through this alone, okay? I love you.” He purred. 

“I love you too…” You whispered, curling into his chest and falling asleep, the pain killers doing their job and dulling your senses. A few minutes later, your boyfriend joined you in rest and fell asleep with you in his arms.