Someone I went to school with got engaged today, meanwhile I just ate a plain wrap for lunch because I was too lazy to put anything in it

Yet another from this long list of prompts, completely unprompted.

Number Twelve: “I’m pregnant.”

The text came in at 7:17am, and in the mean time, Stiles had made his way through four and a half breakdowns, all of them for different reasons.

Number One: Male werewolves could get pregnant, and tying into that:

Number Two: Derek had never found it relevant to their two year relationship to share this fun fact. That didn’t say much as to his thoughts on their future together, which stung.

Number Three: Stiles was going to be a father at twenty-four.

Number Four: Just the night before, with Derek in Argentina visiting Cora, Stiles ate a dinner of Cheetos, plain microwaved hotdogs wrapped in bread, and four beers before passing out on the couch with the tv remote in his hand. He was not ready to be a father.

Number Five (still ongoing, more or less halfway through): They were going to have to move because no amount of corner guards or stupid little outlet plugs could childproof the loft. The door to the kitchen was literally a jagged hole in a brick wall. Stiles caught his shins on it regularly, they were always a mess of scabs and bruises.

Actually his entire body was a mess of scabs and bruises, because that was his life now, had been since sophomore year: fighting off the forces of supernatural evil.

Too bad he couldn’t childproof his life.

Oh god, they were going to have to move out of Beacon Hills. Away from the pack.

Nothing was stable in Beacon Hills, it had been eight years of panic and anxiety and near deaths and actual deaths. They couldn’t bring a baby into their current lives, Stiles wouldn’t even bring an adult into this hellhole. Who was trained in firearms. With combat experience.

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minimalist leather hair ties by suroundstudio

accent your ponytail or top knot with a glinting metallic leather tie in either a feminine princess crown or plain wrap shape — some of them are even reversible! two ties in one!! ;) happy monday all!

Zodiac Signs in Elegant dresses

Aries : Deep very red, or scarlett color on the dress either plain or wrap around with gold pattern’s which reflects the independent, and bold fiery personality, but yet so lovely

Taurus : Dark green velvet or silk gown that touch the floors, and looks like the fresh dark grass at night

Gemini : Yellow silk gown that looks like the sun rays, when it come up in the sky, it’s a two face dress 

Cancer : Violet ball gown as violet as the night sky’s on a winter day

Leo : Cream color silk gown that touch the floor, it’s a light cream color dress, it’s extremely stunning, and eye catching, and very winsome

Virgo : White stunning gown, that resemble the pureness, and virginity of the virgin the virgo, which brings a very youthful, and modest appearance 

Libra : Sapphire blue, just like the day sky where the air rome to breath life in people

Scorpio : Red velvet gown, that red is like the passion, and mysterious thing of the scorpio, it’s something about it that is so possessive in beauty

Sagittarius : Light blue cream dress, it’s a very light blue gown, that reflect’s enthusiastic of the sag

Capricorn : Black velvet gown, that is dark as midnight, of it’s conservative, and prominent color 

Aquarius : Stunning ultramarine blue that reflect’s the ocean of the aqua side of the earth, which is very beautiful for the gown 

Pisces : Sea Green, like the seaweed of the ocean, not just any sea green, the sea green the pisces look alluring in 

anonymous asked:

A mission goes wrong and PM and ADA both take serious hits in response. Chuuya and Dazai are in the hospital after Corruption had been caused by a surprise attack in which Dazai was injured. Everyone is freaking out because if Skk is out then everbody is dead, but when they go to the hospital to visit them, they catch the two sleeping on the same cot, blankets tangled together, IV drips and the like on their hands and arms, dressed in plain clothes, wrapped up completely in eachother.

ow ow ow ow ow this is too precious. I’m just…. Chuuya and Dazai reluctantly talking after the incident. Chuuya reaches out and cups Dazai’s cheek and says, “I… I didn’t want to lose you.” And then Dazai grabs Chuuya’s hand and presses it against his heart. “I’m alive.”


anonymous asked:

Anyone else like the idea of homoromantic (of course) ace Dumbledore?

“What do you see when you look in the mirror?” Harry asks, sounding so young.

“I? I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks,” he replies without having to think twice. 

Dumbledore, of course, lies to Harry about what he sees. He sees many things in the simple picture, none of which literally have to do with socks. For many reasons, Dumbledore uses socks to represent freedom, and he does certainly wish for freedom from such impossible desires as he sees.

Dumbledore sees Gellert, the first and only man (though they had been yet boys at the time) he’d ever let himself love. Losing Gellert had been such a heartbreaking loss, he never let himself worry of the folly of dating again. Not after it had blinded him to Gellert’s violent ambition.

Gellert and Dumbledore have aged together in the mirror. They smile at him as they hold hands and occasionally give each other a chaste kiss. It was with Gellert that Dumbledore discovered he was asexual. It was with Gellert that he found self-acceptance for being gay. Gellert had been judgemental of many people but never of powerful and ambitious Albus.

What Dumbledore doesn’t see is just as important to him.

He doesn’t see the Elder Wand. Neither of them have it, neither of them having sought it out.

But Dumbledore is very old. He’d like to think he’s wise. He’s certainly tried to learn from past experiences. He knows this is a wish that can never be fulfilled. It’s not something he wishes to dwell on either.

So Dumbledore tells Harry, “one can never have enough socks. Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.” 

And when he finds a rather plain pair of childishly wrapped socks waiting outside his office door on Christmas night, Dumbledore is genuinely tickled. Fawkes re-adjusts on his perch as Dumbledore’s easy laughter echoes through the room.

~Hufflepuff Mod


Your Request @rinnyrinny : If it’s not too much, can you do a fluffy (or dirty, not complaining 😂) hoseok scenario to watching fireworks together?

Pairing: Hoseok x You

Theme: 50/50 (Fluff x Smut)

Word Count: 2,556

Sandwiches? Check!

Chips? Check!

Drinks? Check!


You continue your mental list as you gather everything you needed for your day out with the boys. You’ve been waiting so long for them to come back home from tour, especially Hoseok. You two had been friends since your diaper days and watching him grow up to be such a successful person overfilled you with joy and happiness, but it also made you lonely. No longer could you do movie nights, or go out for coffee. No more library meet-ups or bestie days. Now and days, you could barely hear his voice. He did his best to call you, even managed to send you cute texts from time to time. You can’t count on your fingers how many times you had to chastise Hobi because he would try and force himself awake to face time you. He was a sweetheart, no one could deny that. He was the greatest friend that anyone could ask for, but more often than not,  you wished he was more.

With a small shake of your head, you grab your things and head to your car. 

“No point in getting your hopes up…” You sigh to yourself as you get in your car. You decided that now may be a good time to call Hoseok and make sure everyone was ready.


*Hoseoks phone call.*

“Hello?” a groggily deep voice answered.

You face palm as you hear his voice knowing you’d once again forgotten his odd sleep schedule.

“Hey Hobi!” you reply.

“Oh, baby, it’s you,” he begins and your face heats up. Not only was his sleepy voice sexy as hell, he had never called you that before.

“I was just having a lovely dream about you.” he finishes with a deep and tired chuckle.

“Y-you were?” you stutter out questioningly, “What about me?”

You can almost hear the smirk fall upon his lips as he speaks to you. “Well, kitten, there was a lack of clothing on both of our parts and you were pretty quiet since your mouth was wrapped around my c-”

“JUNG HOSEOK!” you exclaim loudly, snapping him out of his deeply fatigued stupor.

“Shit, What was I saying?” he questioned shaking his head trying to clear his foggy brain.

“N-Nothing! I-I’ll see y-you in a b-bit. I’m on m-my w-way! B-Bye!” You squeak out and quickly hang up your phone, throwing it in the passenger seat. You lean your head against the steering and groan, not so innocent thoughts crossing your mind. With a heavy groan, you start your car and head o the boys, praying that they were up.


Hoseok lets out a soft groan as he rolls in his bed, trying to make himself more comfortable as he slowly succumbs to the soft lullaby of sleep. Just as he was about to sleep once more, life had to be a pain in the ass. In other words, the mankae were up.

“Hobi-Hyung! Wake up! Wake up!”

“It’s almost noon~”

“Aren’t we going to see (Y/N)-Noona today?”

At that last statement, Hoseok shot out of his bed, inevitably falling face first on the wooden floor. How could he be so stupid?! He should’ve been up by now! You’d be there any moment and he hadn’t even had a shower! What kind of best friend was he! With that mentality, Hoseok runs to his closet and grabs a decent outfit for the day and then begins running to the shower, but before he could get to the door, he was stopped once again by the ever annoying mankae of the group. 

“Hobi-Hyung… You move so slow!” Jungkook teased “mimicking” Hoseok’s supposedly slow walking. 

“Shut up! I’m moving aren’t I?!” Hoseok replies kinda snarkily. 

Jungkook cackles and Hoseok shakes his head before walking to the bathroom. He lays his clothes over the rack beside the tub and quickly strips. Usually Hoseok locked the door behind him, but he was in too much of a rush to even think about that. 

As Hoseok rubs the soap lathered wash cloth over his abdomen he hears the bathroom door open. He freezes, but sighs in relief when he hears his hyung begin speaking. 

“You really should not answer phone calls unless you are fully awake.” Suga states bluntly closing the door behind him. 

“What do you mean?” Hoseok questions as he shampoos his hair thoroughly. 

“Do you not remember what you said to Y/N-ah?” Yoongi question with an almost audible smirk. 

“N-No,” Hoseok replies opening his eyes to look at Yoongi-hyung through the shower curtain, “What did I sa- AISH!” 

Suga laughs lightly as the soap from Hoseoks hair gets into his eyes. 

He shakes his head,”Lets just say telling your best friend that you had a dream about her sucking you off, isn’t the best way to keep the friendship going.” 

Hoseok coughs loudly, “I DID WHAT?!” He screams. 

“Yea… Good luck covering that one up Hobi. There is no recovery from shit like that.” 

“Wow hyung thanks for the vote of confidence.” J-Hope responded sarcastically. 

“Eh, my pleasure,” Yoongi begins, “Oh you also might find it a little complicated to get dressed without clothes to put on.” 

Yoongi walks out of the bathroom door to the sounds of J-Hope screaming a few choice words that are only being met with cackles from the Maknae line.

Hoseok finishes his shower angrily. When he is finished rinsing his body he climbs out of the shower and wraps a plain white towel around his waist.

His heart stops when he hears shuffling in his room, followed by the faint singing of a females voice. 

“Y/N,” he calls out as he approaches his bedroom,”close your eyes.” 

“Why am I closing my ey-?” you question as you turn around to see a basically naked Hoseok in the doorway. 

You can’t help but stare at the tall man, his perfect figure, and slightly damp and glistening abs. 

J-Hope blushes darkly and as he fumble to turn around and close the door he almost drops his towel. 

You yelp and drop your gaze as he struggles to rewrap it around his waist. You sit on his bed and look in every direction but him. He walks over to the dresser, the whole time sneaking small glimpses of you blushing. Finally, with a sigh, he walks over to you and leans down to speak to you. 

“Y/N I am sorry about what I said over the phone, but it wasn’t a lie. I did have that dream and I am thinking about that dream now. I’m also thinking about kissing you. I think I’m going to do that. If you don’t like it or want me to, then push me away.” Hoseok states bluntly as he lifts your chin and connects his lips with yours. 

You automatically sink into the kiss. Of course you wanted him to kiss you! You almost flipped your shit every time he got remotely close to you! 

He gently licked your bottom lip before nibbling on it lightly. You opened your mouth and he happily slipped his tongue inside. He placed his hand on the back of your neck pulling you in deeper. You let out a quiet and light moan. As soon as you did he pulled away and looked you in the eyes. 

In one swift motion he was hovering over your body with your hands pinned above your head. 


“Y-yes Hobi?” 

“Will you make my dream a reality?” 

“W-what?! Hoseok the boys are literally in the other room!”

“If they see it, then they see it. They would probably just be jealous anyways. I know I’d be jealous if I walked in on one of the boys with your lips wrapped around their dick.” 


He chuckled, “C’mon baby, for me?” he prodded kissing your neck. 

You blushed darkly, “I-I’ll do it.” 

Hoseok smirked, “Good girl.” 

You blushed as he crawled off of you. You finally got a good look at his erection poking through the white towel. You stood up and grabbed his hips. You turned him so that he could sit on the bed. You removed his towel and somehow your blush darkened even more. He wrapped his hand in your hair and guided your head towards the tip of his cock. You opened your mouth and took the tip in. He let out a quiet and deep moan. He pushed your head down further around his length, letting his head drop back. He closed his eyes moaning in pleasure. 

“You feel so good with your mouth around me like this Y/N. No wonder I woke up from my dream so happy.” Hoseok said forcing his cock to the back of your throat. 

You gagged lightly and hummed around him. 

“Ah, shi-bal!” he groaned deeply. 

“Such a chang-nyeo, but still yeppeumnida nalangdo jol-la neoui a-ga-ri igeol joh-ahae.”  He mumbled out in between moans.

Listening to the Korean words slipping off of his tongue and smothering you in dirty compliments made you even more turned on than before. He shoved your head down, his tip touching the back of your throat as he came. He let out one long groan. As you were removing your mouth from around him his door opened and Jungkook walked inside. You all froze in place. Your mouth still halfway around Hoseoks length, Hoseok’s hand still wrapped in your hair, and Jungkook in the doorway mouth agape. 

He bowed quickly exclaiming his apologies before running out of the room slamming the door shut behind him. There was screaming and laughing coming from outside of Hobi’s room. He was smirking as you removed his dick from your mouth and stood. You wiped the corner of your mouth and he stood up, wrapping his arms around you. 

“We were caught.” you mumble in slight defeat. 

He chuckles and snakes his hand inbetween your legs. He doesn’t waste time as he pushes a finger inside of you. 

“And based on how wet your are you liked it.” He replied thrusting his finger in and out. 

“H-hoseok!” You moan out loudly. 

This time he full on smiles as he adds another finger and teases your clit with his thumb.

“Baby girl, be as loud as you want. I want everyone to hear how I finally got my dream come true.” he whispers in your ear as he turns you both around to gently lay you on the bed. 

You moan out loudly in ecstasy as he speeds up the thrusts of his fingers and adds a little more pressure to your clit. You forget where you are and it becomes just the two of you. 

“Hoseok I need more! Please!” you scream out in absolute pleasure and need. 

He smirks and adds a third finger. You claw at his shoulders and back as he moves his fingers inside of you. Without a clear warning you cum around them, screaming out his name. He continues moving them in and out of you until you finish out your high. He removes them and then licks each digit clean. 

“Mashittda.” he compliments quietly. 

You blush and sit up, “H-hobi I think I should probably get cleaned up.” 

He chuckles and smiles down at you beautifully, “Let me get dressed princess and then I will help you okay?” 

You nod with a small smile and watch him slide on his underwear and a pair of grey sweatpants. He keeps his shirt off and you can’t help but admire his toned body. He grabs his towel and helps wipe up the mess you made. He walks over to his dresser once more and grabs a pair of spandex shorts. 

“I don’t have any underwear for you to wear, but these should be okay. They are tight enough!” He says smiling and handing them to you. 

You giggle and stand up sliding them under your skirt. He grabs your face and kisses you softly. 

“Hey I think I’m in love with you.” 

“You better be, because I’m in love with you too.”

He smiled widely and grabbed your hand, walking out of the bedroom. 

As the two of you stepped in the living room Yoongi smirked and Jungkook looked everywhere but at you. It was Jin that broke the silence with a loud laugh. 

“Y/N, I love you, but you could at least try to be discreet!” Jin said shaking his head, still chuckling. 

You blushed darkly, “Shut up!”

This caused Jin to laugh harder. Taehyung looked kinda confused for a minute before everything clicked. 

“Was that you two having sex?!” He screamed incredulously, looking around at everyone. 

Him yelling this out made Yoongi and Namjoon lose it. The three of them were all but rolling on the floor. Tears of happiness cascading down their cheeks and Taehyung looked beyond shook. 

“What the fuck hyung?!” Tae exclaimed. Hoseok only smiled. 

“It must have been good if Y/N was being that loud!” Jimin said teasingly. This called Hoseok to smile even brighter. 

“You guys stop talking about it!! I’m gonna have the image of Y/N attached to hyung by the dick for months!” Jungkook whined rubbing his eyes aggressively. 

 “Shut up Jungkook! You just wish it were you! Now will you all shut up and get in the damn car so we can go to the fucking park?!” You exclaim, embarrassed.

Everyone picked themselves up off of the couches, still laughing,or in Kookies case grumbling about the image in his brain. 

After about 30 minutes of driving you all made it to a small secluded area within the near by park. With everyone’s help everything was unpacked quickly. You all sat on the large checkered blanket and ate sandwiches and shared stories. Eventually you unpacked the football and you and Namjoon watch the boys play. 

“Y/N I’m glad you two are finally together. Granted, I would have rather found out by you just telling us and not your screams from the bedroom.” Namjoon said smugly. 

You rolled your eyes but smiled, “I’m happy we are finally together too.”

As the night went on and the sun began setting the boys began cheering. You walked to the trunk of the car and pulled out a box of fireworks. 

“Alright boys! Who’s ready for the Bangtan Firework Extravaganza?!” You jeered. 

The boys hooted and hollered as you walked the box a few feet from the blanket. Jin was in charge of the fireworks from then on. As the night stretched on you realised this was one of the best moments of your life. Snuggled up on a blanket with your long time best friend and very new boyfriend. Watching fireworks exploding into the air surrounded by people you love. This was what life was supposed to be like. You turn to look at Hoseok, but he is already looking at you. He pecks your lips softly and then turns back to the fireworks. 

As everyone sits in silent and content awe Namjoon speaks, “Life is just like fireworks. We foresee our own possibilities but it shines for a short moment then disappears, just like those fireworks. And that’s life.“ 

After a moment Yoongi says, “I think I like the way life has become.” 

Everyone nods and the silence falls back into place. This wasn’t just a moment, this was a story for the future. 


shi-bal means Ah fuck/Ah shit

chang-nyeo means slut/whore

yeppeumnida means beautiful.

nalangdo jol-la neoui a-ga-ri igeol joh-ahae means even with me fucking your mouth like this.

Mashittda means tastes delicious/taste wonderful


This writing is a collaboration between Senpai and I. We hope you enjoy! 


Acquainted with the Night (9/16)

Summary: In a bid for the power born of true love, King Arthur binds Emma to the broken blade Excalibur.  Unbeknownst to him, Killian Jones is bound to the other half, having given himself over to the darkness in order to exact his revenge on Rumpelstiltskin.  He frees Emma from King Arthur’s control, sparking the beginnings of war between Camelot and Misthaven, and a quest to rid her of the darkness.  (No Curse AU)

Rated: M

Warnings: Blood, violence

Words: ~7800

Chapter: Prologue, One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Epilogue

Notes: Eternal love and thanks to @ripplestitchskein​ and @unfolded73​ for their help with this fic.  Credit to @seethelovelyintheworld​ for the lovely banner.

Tagging by request: @natascha-remi-ronin​, @the-captains-ayebrows​, @maryvmassakre​, @katealexandra26​, @superchocovian​, @vanyali07​, @imhookedonaswan​, @captain–kitten​, @dreadpirateemma​, @like-waves-on-the-beach​, @fairytalesandtimetravel

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Chapter Eight

Emma tried not to look at him, and she tried to shut him out.  

She imagined the darkness might taunt her, tempt her to leave him behind.  But it only thrashed against whatever magic coated the dagger in Killian’s back, the sensation scraping against her bones.  The voices keened loudly in her ear, a mournful sound that nearly brought her to her knees.  She knew, if she fell, neither of them would get back up.

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anonymous asked:

hi leda! i just reread the portrait (still love it!!!) and it reminded me that you mentioned working on one from stiles pov. i was just wondering what are the odds of that still happening? i love your fics and art!

The odds are…probably not very good. It never got past a doc of unconnected sentences I thought were funny at the time, and the only part that’s longer than one or two sentences was the moment Stiles saw Derek’s portrait for the first time:

Behind that plain wrapping was his fiancé. The man he would marry, the face he would be looking at for the rest of his life once he hit eighteen, that he would hopefully grow to love despite this all being for politics. He just had to unwrap it.

With one last reassuring smile and nod from Scott, he ripped back a corner of the brown paper.

And screamed.

Because the eye that glared out at him didn’t want to marry him, it wanted him dead where he stood.

Scott waved off the guards who burst into the room and came around the frame to see for himself. Even he had to take a moment to scrape together something positive to say.

The portrait was…well, it was a portrait alright. It was about as portrait-y as a portrait could get, right down to the stiff and proper posture and deep, disapproving frown. Stiles hadn’t even known someone so young could look that disapproving, or that it was possible for an artist to so meticulously capture the precise moment a man realized he was capable of murder.

“He’s…” Scott stopped and cocked his head to the side while he thought. Stiles did as well, because there was a chance it could look less frightening at a slight angle, and he was desperate (it didn’t look any less frightening at a slight angle).

“He’s distinguished,” Scott decided.

Stiles squinted at him. “He’s homicidal.”

“He could be both.”

The eye glared at them through the torn paper.

“Scott, my future husband is going to kill me!”

Beyond that, the only concrete plan I had was Stiles being perpetually more terrified of each glaring portrait of Derek that arrived, and then leaving the country to avoid them:

The farther he got from that, the better, so it was perfectly reasonable that he had to travel to an island off the far southern coast to study the mating habits of the Slender-billed Gull. No amount of his father’s disbelieving squint would make him break; mating habits of very specific birds were fascinating. 

He loved birds, god damn it.

jedirebelgirl  asked:

I heard about the prompts for Dan's birthday, so how about either of these choices? 1. All of the Grumps give him a special present each from their own heart 2. Some great Egobang (because why not?)

I pretty much did both! Gotta drop Egobang in there because I’m 100% certified egobang trash!

Brian -

Dan looks at the rectangle package Brian has handed him. It’s wrapped in plain blue paper, and scribbled in the top left corner are the words “Happy birthday, dick.” He knows immediately that it’s a book, and if it’s a professionally bound copy of The Beej, Dan might actually go to jail for second degree murder.

“Of course you got me a book,” Dan says dryly.

“Open it, you idiot,” Brian tells him, and Dan sighs dramatically, if only to annoy Brian a little bit more.

His sass evaporates immediately upon tearing off the wrapping paper, however. Tears immediately well up in his eyes and he has to set the book down next to him on the couch because of how bad his hands are shaking.

It’s a signed, first edition copy of “The Last Unicorn.”  

Brian grunts from the impact of Dan practically tackling him and hugging him tight. “Happy birthday, Danny,” Brian says, petting Dan’s hair.

“Thank you.”


Later on in the day, when he sees Audrey, she excitedly gives him a stegosaurus plushie and wetly kisses his cheek before running away, cackling.

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Fic 345: If the Hat Fits

Fluffy Red Oktoberfest for you all! 100% spoiler free from today’s new comic release.

“What is this?”

The box, wrapped in plain brown paper and a twine bow, sat squarely in the middle of a rather important requisition request justification that had taken him the better half of the evening to make any headway through. Medic looked up at Heavy, who stood in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest and with an expectant look in his eye.

“Is present.”

“That much is evident.” Medic poked the side of the box with his pencil, listening for any tell tale clues, ticking clocks, hissing vipers, spring loaded gas devices, and the like. A quick glance up at Heavy didn’t help either. The giant was simply watching with an amused look across his face as Medic approached even this simple thing with the same mix of methodical care and callous disregard as he approached his surgeries.

A present. But for what? Medic racked his brain. Smissmass long since past, and neither of them ever discussed birthdays with each other. It had simply never come up. Spy could have been persuaded to part with the information, since he had no doubt already discovered it, but they were nowhere near that date either. There had been no arguments that either would need to apologize for, and even if they had, this wasn’t Heavy’s preferred method of apology. And in any rate, he was usually not the one doing the apologizing either.

There were no upcoming missions that would require additional prep. There were no upcoming unpleasant assignments that Heavy would want to avoid. The look on Heavy’s face was not the one he wore when telling him that he would be traveling back to Russia.

Medic was utterly baffled.

“I give up,” he finally replied, “Why?”

A sly smile crept onto Heavy’s face. “Does Heavy need reason?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“Then open, dorogoy.”

Medit set his pencil down and pulled the package back into his lap,. His fingers played at the bow on top, the rough twine hissing over the paper as he pulled it away and let his drop to the floor with the paper following shortly after. Inside the paper was a box. A proper box of sturdy stock that was emblazoned with a stamp that he didn’t recognize but that was undoubtedly Russian. He felt Heavy’s eyes on him as he pulled off the lid to find red tissue paper beneath. As he pulled it back, his fingers brushed across something soft, furry, and absolutely lacking in a heartbeat.

“A hat?”

Heavy nodded. “Is ushanka. Special for Doktor.”

He pulled it out and turned it in his hands. An ushanka it was, indeed. Dark brown, and almost identical to the one he’d admired on Heavy many times before, but on its front was a gold cross, his own class symbol, that made it his own. He let his fingers run through the furred lining, feeling its warmth and softness, and knowing that it would be more than a match for their inevitable reassignment to Coldfort.

“What kind of fur is this?”

“Bear. Killed with Heavy’s own hands.”

He almost choked up at that. It was hard to find a good man who would kill a bear for you with his own hands and that kind of enthusiasm. Without waiting another moment, he pulled it on and dropped the flaps to let the fur tickle his ears. It fit perfectly. How, he had no idea. He almost never wore hats, and the ones that he did keep around were of the helmet variety. But the ushanka fit like a glove. Of course it did. It was from Heavy, who knew him better than anyone.

“Danke, Misha. It is wonderful.”

The Medi-gun could have been powered for days off of the wattage that came from Heavy’s smile.

“But if you do not mind me pressing,” Medic got up from his desk and made his way around to Heavy and laying his hands on those impossibly broad shoulders, “what is the occasion? If I have missed something important…”

“Nyet.” Heavy shook his head as he pulled Medic close. “Is because we go together, Doktor.”

Medic shook his head as Heavy chuckled a little at his own little joke. Matching hats for men who were a match. It was silly and juvenile, the sort of thing infatuated teenagers would do.

He loved it.

The room was warm, and his head was already getting hot, but he wouldn’t take it off. Not just yet. Not while Heavy was smiling so brightly down at him. Instead, he leaned up just enough to plant a light kiss to the tip of the big man’s nose.

“Ja. Together.”

anonymous asked:

May you please do some of your romantic relationship headcanons: Brainstorm edition please? (Particularly with a bot s/o)

Of course! I actually was planning on posting something for him soon anyways.

Romantic Relationship with MTMTE Brainstorm
● First things first, Brainstorm is a memer. His S/O is gonna be getting the rarest of Pepe’s at three in the morning. Why three in the morning? The world may never know.
● Complement the science boy. Call him pretty and a genius please he’s not as confident as he likes to pretend he is. His wings immediately perk all the way up when S/O tells him how great he is and how much they love him.
● Wings also perk up whenever S/O is around. They just make him so happy.
● This boy is big on snuggles, especially when settling down for recharge with his S/O.
●He’s gonna want to be the big spoon. He’ll wrap his arms around his S/O’s midsection and bury his head right into the crook of their neck. If his partner’s bigger than him, though, he’s alright with being the little spoon as long as S/O holds him close.
● A great kisser?? Seriously. This guy’s mouth is magic. And he loves giving his S/O lots of smooches. He’ll wake them up with soft kisses and wish them good night with them too. He’ll kiss them when he’s happy and when he’s just plain bored.
● He’ll definitely wrap his arms around his S/O from behind and rock a little from side to side. He’ll kiss their cheek and the side of their neck and the back of their head. Just. Kisses everywhere.

Pidgance Cat Cafe AU

blame @gladelockwood for planting this little seed in my braid.
In this AU the cat’s are all adoptable and taken from kill shelters meaning they are given second chances, some have injuries, but the staff takes care of them very well and they also have experts come in when needed for the babs. Also on the summer basketball practice, that’s something my school used to do so I added it in for memories sake from when my brother had to go and do then came home like dead af from heat because we live in the kinda south.

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anonymous asked:

Can we have an imagine where Dadsona gets Hugo a Wrestling Video Game and they make a couple of genuine wrestle boys please?

Imagine buying Hugo his First WWE 2K Game

You had to do a bit of research about the game before you bought it and found yourself a bit ticked about it. The game came on multiple consoles, but only some consoles had full story mode and things like that. After spending who knows how many hours figuring out which system to get it for you finally placed the order. It’d be nearly a week to two weeks before it came. 

Once the game arrived safely to your house you wrapped it in a plain wrapping paper. You set it aside until Hugo got back from work. It was one of the first things he noticed and he questioned you about it. You didn’t let it slip instead you picked it up and went to console before sitting down and passing the wrapped gift to him. 

He eyed it carefully before he began to unwrap it. Once fully out he stared at it a moment and blinked. He wasn’t sure what to think. He simply smiled at it and leaned over to give you a peck. You took the case and opened it before pulling out the game and putting it into the system. You than handed Hugo one of the controllers. 

You both spent a majority of the night making custom wrestlers, playing with someone of the superstars already in game, and just generally figuring out how to play. All in all you’d say that you both had a pretty good time. 

~Mod “owned way to many Wrestling games in his life” Joseph

My Favorite Things (E2 Barry x Reader)

Originally posted by telefilmaddictedforever

Requested by: @litterally-trash Requested to do Prompt #8, #9, and #15 with Earth Two Barry Allen.

Prompt: 8: “Thanks for the.. Uh.. Gift?” + 9: “I have no clue what this is supposed to be.” + 15: “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Word Count: 1,402

Author’s Note: HEY GUYS so I finally got my new laptop and this is the first imagine I’d have written on it;) so anyways, here is a short and completely unrelated to my E2 barry series requested imagine and I hope that you guys will like it:) 

It was the day before the wedding. 

The day before your entire life would change. For the better. It was the last day before you would be called Y/N Allen, and you were ready. You were so ready to spend the rest of your life with the one you loved.

In honor of the last day as Y/N Y/L/N, you had just spent the day as an unmarried woman with your girlfriends. They threw you a small bachelorette party, allowing you to have gone into more spas and massages in the last couple of hours than you had in your entire life.

Now, tradition was that the bride and groom weren’t allowed to see each other on the day of the wedding which is why Barry and you wanted to have one last moment together before the big day.

You had decided to give each other presents to represent the new chapter of your lives with each other. Cliche, yes, but you thought it was a good way to start the next step of your life. Anyways, you loved to give presents to another person. And, of course, receiving them too.

It was a struggle to decide what to give Barry, but in the end, you were excited and content with what you had come up with. You smiled as you put the final touches on your present. After a long day with the girls, it was nice to just sit in the quiet of your apartment with your future husband. Even if the manicure you had just gotten was pretty nice too.

When you finished, you waited a little bit for Barry to arrive. You had finished early and now you were sitting on the couch, hoping that you chose the right thing to give him.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

You jumped in excitement and basically almost ran to the door. A few days without Barry and you were already missing him.

“Barry!” you greeted. His eyes sparkled behind his round glasses as his grand smile erupted. “You’re here!”

He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Of course, Y/N. Where else would I be?”

You kissed him lightly on the lips before dragging him by the arm into the living room where you had your present. Honestly, you were kind of proud of your present. It might’ve not been the prettiest thing, exactly, but you put a lot of your time and work into it and you had a gut feeling that Barry would love it.

“C’mon, I want to give you my present!” you said happily. Barry smiled at you as you shook your leg in an act of being slightly impatient. 

“Alright, alright, Y/N. I’ll open it,” Barry said, grabbing the box that you were handing him. It was wrapped in a plain green wrapping paper with a small silver heart stuck on the right top corner.

He raised an eyebrow at the simplicity of the box. You smiled, and then shrugged.

“I heard that green symbolizes new beginnings,” you said. Barry chuckled before slowly unwrapping it. His gentleness was always one your favorite things, but right now, it was making you almost jump in your seat.

Barry slowly opened the box and pulled something out.

He stared at it for a few moments as you scanned his face for any emotions.

Barry pushed up his glasses slightly before making eye contact with you. Glancing at the present, he gave you an uncertain smile.

“Um, t-thanks for the…uh…gift?” he said, the sentence ending in a question. Your smile grew larger. Honestly, you knew that this would happen.

Barry Allen was a smart person; he was the CSI technician for CCPD, of course he was smart. But sometimes, he was just so clueless, it was so cute.

“Do you like it?” you asked, messing with him. “Do you know what it means?”

Barry stared at your present, trying to figure out exactly what it was so that he could tell you what it meant to him. But he couldn’t decipher what it was for the life of him.

After a minute or so passed, he gave up and sighed with a soft smile.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he chuckled. “But, I have,” he glanced back at the present, “…no clue what this is supposed to be.”

You laughed before grabbing the present from his hands. 

“It’s because you’re holding it upside down, idiot,” you said. You turned the present upright before giving it back to him. It took him a second to analyze exactly what it was before he began to smile again.

With him, your smile also enlarged in size.

The present was a crocheted figurine of you and Barry holding hands.

You had decided to take up crochet just because you loved the idea of making something. It had taken you a while, but with the help of the internet, you figured out how to make little characters by crocheting it.

You crocheted Barry with his round glasses, the brown hair, the vest and slacks, and the infamous bow tie. The most difficult part was intertwining your hands together. Once you got that down, you made yourself wearing your favorite outfit. 

You had spent a lot of time on it, and although it wasn’t perfect, you thought it represented you two’s relationship perfectly. 

Barry smiled and turned to you. “I love it,” he whispered. Barry put the dolls gently back into the box and grabbed your head, kissing you softly against your lips. 

“Let’s go see your present,” he mumbled against your lips. 

“Go?” you asked, pulling away slightly. Barry smiled. 

“Yes, go. C’mon.” He grabbed your hand and dragged you off your couch, out of the apartment, and onto the elevator where he hit the top floor button. Still holding your hand, Barry walked fast out of the elevator when its doors opened and pulled you out onto the rooftop. 

There, was the most breathtaking thing that you’ve seen in your life so far.

It literally took your breath away. Stunned, you stared at the lit up dinner setting that laid in front of you.

The small table was covered with two plate settings with a bottle of wine in the middle along with one candle. Dim lights hung from the wires that hung above you which somehow made the stars in the dark sky shine brighter. You could see the streets far below you; the cars driving by mutely and the moon illuminating its light so close to you.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Barry asked you as he stared at the stars. Barry guided you to the table, biting his lip, waiting for your approval.

“I love it, Barry,” you responded, still awestruck at the romantic dinner.

It was one right out of the movies.

You smiled as he lived the silver covering, revealing your favorite dish. 

“It’s fairly simple,” Barry started, “But I think it’s a nice way to start our new life together.” He placed the dolls next to the ice can where the wine was sitting in, making sure that they could sit down without falling over. 

You smiled at the gentleness that he handled them with and the perfect night that he had given you.

“It’s amazing. I-It takes my breath away,” you said. Barry grabbed your hand from across the table. 

“I love you, Y/N. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” Barry whispered, kissing the top of your hand softly.

Tears built up in your eyes. Bartholomew Allen. Cute, nerdy, amazing, Barry Allen was sweeping you off your feet and you had no problem with it at all. He was the one. The one that you didn’t even know that you’d been waiting for. He was your knight in shining armor, even if you weren’t a damsel in distress.

Barry was the one that made you understand why you were here on this Earth in the first place.

“I love you too, Barry,” you breathed. One tear fell slowly down your cheek. He swiped it away with his thumb and smiled at you.

“Let’s eat, Y/N. Before the food gets cold,” Barry told you. You nodded gratefully, picking up a fork.

The night ended with a romantic dinner and crocheted dolls whose hands were sewed together forever.

And it was the most perfect night to welcome the next day that was too come.

The End

Author’s Note: Hey guys! So I FINALLY got a new laptop so that means new imagines! I hope that this wasn’t too cliche for y’all but we all need a little cliche every once in a while:) and it can happen lol my sisters bf did this for her and I can’t even express it to y’all how cute it was omg ANYWAYS I hope y’all like this and I will have another imagine up soon!

Secret Santa Setup

A/N: I’m finally on Christmas break, and I’ve rewritten this fic once already and ready to move on. Ending is literal crap. I’m so sorry. Requests will be opened soon! Like, tomorrow!

Word Count: 4896 ((you don’t even need to read it it’s so long just leave a like for my suffering))

TW: Swearing, food mention

Pairing: LMM x Reader

Y/N liked Lin.

Lin liked Y/N.

Everyone in the Hamilton knew these facts, except the two people it was concerning:

Lin-Manuel Miranda and Y/N L/N.

The holidays were edging closer with each and every show day that passed. The entire cast and crew of Hamilton: An American Musical couldn’t take the constant longing looks cast across the room and purposeful avoidance of one another. So they decided on the only thing they could:

A secret santa gift exchange.

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Advice to anyone with dolls: don’t wrap them up with newspaper when moving them! The ink gets on them from when wrapped up or if the newspaper is just touching the other dolls that aren’t wrapped up from the moving of the moving truck or just the moving of your car.

I have to gently use rubbing alcohol and a magic eraser to get it off of them. But you do have to be careful because with the magic eraser, it can take off the faceup or makeup if you apply pressure. You don’t have to apply pressure, you just have to rub constantly! I use the rubbing alcohol for light smudging and the magic eraser for heavy and dark smudging such as on BYBY Cleo where it was around her eye makeup. I use cotton pads with rubbing alcohol and I just use the magic eraser straight on the dolls. The rubbing alcohol shouldn’t take off the makeup if you are just rubbing off the ink. Do not apply pressure, just rub!

Lesson learned. So, please, share and reblog. Let other collectors know so that they don’t make my same mistake. If you are moving, use either bubble wrap or plain paper.