reminds me why i adore him

anonymous asked:

you should do a college au where Khadgar is away at college and Perry calls him on FaceTime almost everyday, even if he says he has homework to do ❤

:O Oh, a college AU would be adorable. And I don’t know why I imagine Khadgar occasionally wearing glasses.

The FaceTime thing actually reminds me that among my thousand of notes I have one about them “calling” each other while he’s away (communication spell ?) and it went like this :

“You didn’t clean the room.”
“Are you joking ? No. Why would I do that.”
He smiles, amused.
“Were you hoping I would ?”
“No.”
“I like your mess.”
He laughs.
“I’m serious. Each book left here and there… it’s like you’re still here.

Its like almost 12 am here and im awake thinking about how cute the idea of a uf paps being terrified of thunderstorms is

Suga Daddy: Part 6

Suga Daddy: Part Six

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: smut, angst


I was going to post this later but what the hellThis is in Yoongi’s pov, there will be more in his pov but I figured this needed to be done since I had some people freaking out over the last chapter. Thank you to anyone who has supported this story, it means the world to me. Anyway, hope you enjoy! (Also if you messaged me about how to make a masterlist, I forgot your username, i’m sorry! Message me again for the link it you still want it.)

Parts: one | two | three | four | five


Yoongi got to work and walked through the double glass front doors. The secretary, Gina, spoke to him. “Oh, Mr. Min, your friend Mr. Park is in your office to see you.”

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pretty girl ✧ peter parker

summary : peter parker may be a bumbling wreck around you most of the time, but when it comes down to it, his ability to shower you in his affections is unparalleled. 

wc : 1.6k

author’s note : i took part of @iusethistoreadfanfics aka liz aka the sweetest person ever’s request and an anon’s request for a pretty boy part two and turned it into this :) can be read separately it’s not a /direct/ sequel. 

   There was a moment, when you and Peter were at a standstill between not quite dating yet not quite just friends, when he understood with the entirety of his heart that simply calling you his best friend was not enough, nor would it ever be. He remembers the way he does every memory that involves you; as if he were stepping back in time and reliving it, clear as day, still so fresh in his mind that it could have happened just twenty four hours ago. 

   It was still the summertime when it happened, albeit one week shy of September and two weeks until the start of tenth grade for the two of you. Nevertheless, it was August, and school had been the furthest thing from your mind when you had begged Peter to accompany you to the beach, just an hour’s ride on the train from his apartment to the Rockaways. He had argued that it was more September than August at this point, that the ride would take forever, but you had insisted and because it was you and he was just another lovestruck boy with an affinity for making you smile, he agreed. He hadn’t gone with the intention of actually basking in the sunlight or standing at the edge of the water the way he knew you would, he just enjoyed your company. Then, he saw you standing there on the sand, staring out into the ocean in a pensive sort of way, and maybe it was the way the summer sunshine was illuminating you in an odd sort of way, but he knew he was in love in that simple moment. In love with the little freckles that spotted across your shoulders and the huggable way your body had been shaped and in love with the everything and anything about you. He had been well aware of the strange limbo you were both in- acknowledged feelings for each other hanging there but neither of you making a move to shift the balance in favor of a romantic relationship. 

   He was floored, to say the least. He barely blinked when you looked back at him, smiling brightly at him. “What are you looking at it?” You had said, standing next to him. He raised a hand to trace over the little stars, the freckles, on your shoulder with his finger, an unabashed grin beginning to make its way across his face. You knew what he was he looking at, and he didn’t want to be embarrassed when he told you. 

    “You,” he had breathed, an ever dreamy sigh. “Always you.” 

     Pretending not to be as shy as you were quickly becoming underneath his intent gaze, you looked down at his hand, still sitting at your shoulder before dropping awkwardly to his side. You met his eyes again, and his cheeks were burning bright red despite the confidence he had found within himself. He was still the dorky, easily flustered Peter underneath it all. He just wanted to be capable of giving you a compliment without stumbling over his own words. “Why’s that? I know I need to start doing crunches again but-” 

   “Don’t even finish that sentence.” Without saying much else for fear of not being able to coherently explain how utterly stunning he found you, he took your hand in his and pulled you over to the water. You two sat down there, and he had wrapped his arm around you hesitantly, but it wasn’t in the friendly way he had done it all those years, and you both knew it. Peter leaned over to rest his head on your shoulder. “I don’t think we’re just friends anymore.” You nodded, turning your head to the side so you were face to face with him, your hand slipping under his jaw. “What do you think, pretty girl?” 

   It was the first time he had called you that, though it wouldn’t be the last, and you had known it from the second his eyes lit up at the way you had ducked your head to hide the shy grin on your lips and the pink blotches on your cheeks. His smile was dazzling before he kissed you, and yeah, maybe you loved dorky Peter, but the confidence was ever so endearing as well. 

    Every part of Peter was impossible not to love. Even the parts of him that lived to embarrass you endlessly. 

    He took pride in being the sole resident of your heart, and because of this fact, he was the only person to ever be capable of making you blush like he’s never seen. Of course, he was the champion of being blushing like mad after receiving a compliment, but sometimes, you had to relinquish your control and just let the boy call you every term of endearment under the sun and watch as his sweet smile shined for you alone. 

   Pretty girl was your weakness. It was the weak in the knees, flustered grin, shying away sort of weakness. The sort of thing that made you hide your face from him only to have your hands grabbed and pressed against his cheeks as he waited for you to look up at him again.  

   Naturally, he tried to say it as often as possible. 

   “Psstt, pretty girl,” he kept his voice at a whisper, "D’you have the geometry notes for today? Think I lost mine.” He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling when he saw you sink low in your chair in English class, staring down at your book. 

  “No.” You rested your elbow on the table, your cheek in your hand to hide most of the blush. “You have the notes. I saw you give them to Michelle. I need to get back to reading.” He nodded, plopping his own novel on his desk and propping it open, pretending to be reading when in reality he kept glancing back up at you. “What?” 

   “Nothing, nothing at all, pretty girl.” He laughed to himself as you placed your head on the table, and he laughed all the way to lunchtime as you blatantly tried not to look at him. Peter Parker is, however, unavoidable, no matter how hard you attempt to ignore his advances and happy little smiles when he catches you still all flushed pink from an earlier encounter, and in his head, he compares it to the blush of a rose petal. 

   After school, he meets you in front of your locker, leaning against the one next to yours like a dork and wiggling his eyebrows at you when you finally slam your door shut. “You’re coming over, right? You’re not too upset with me for making you all blushy and cute today in class? ‘Cause, like, really Y/N, if you were me, it would’ve been totally worth it. You were adorable.” Because it’s Peter, you can never be mad for too long, so you shake your head no and slip your hand in his. “Okay good, I wanted to get ya something.”  

    His surprise gift his a bouquet of pink roses that he says reminded him of you the moment they caught his eye early this morning, and he presents them with a long winded explanation of why to him, they were you. He watches your eyes crinkle at the corners, your hand squeezing his as your other hand takes the flowers from him. “Thank you, Peter. They’re- they’re very pretty.” 

   He shrugged, trying to play it off cooly even though inside he was utterly ecstatic that you had appreciated the flowers. He wasn’t always sure that he was getting this whole boyfriend thing down. “Pretty flowers, my pretty girl, no big deal.” But it was, at least to you. He holds your hand all the way to his apartment, enjoying the sunny glow on your cheeks that makes his own face burn in the best way. 

   May reminds you both to keep the door open when you get to his apartment, just because she’s the aunt and she has to remind Peter of those sorts of things, but neither of you mind. 

   He puts on his playlist for you when you drop your bag on his bed, motioning for him to come over and sit with you as Hearts Don’t Break Around Here softly fills the small room. Peter places his arm around you, the way he did three months ago at the beach for the first time when your feelings were new and wild and rushed. He starts singing quietly, always so shy about his voice even though he knows it’s your favorite thing to listen to. You can almost feel yourself falling asleep against him, but he shakes you gently to make sure you’re awake when he murmurs the next few lines. “Every night I’ll kiss you, you’ll say in my ear, oh we’re in love, aren’t we?” He lets Ed take over the remainder of the song as he looks down at you, and it’s a look that any girl or boy would fall for in a heartbeat. “We are, right? In love?” 

   “So in love,” you reply, kissing him soft as ever. Gentle. 

    “Good,” he whispered, his hand trailing over your face. “Sometimes I- I have to double check. Just make sure that I’m not… like, dreaming, or something. That I’m not driving you away with complimenting you so much, ‘cause I know you hate when you blush but I just can’t resist. You’re my sweet girl, my pretty girl. I need to tell you. Is that okay?” He’s got that nervous expression on his face again, so to put his mind at ease, you pull him against you again. 

    “Peter, that’s okay. As long as it’s you, it’ll be okay.” He relaxes under your careful touch, practically melting against you until you smirk a little and say, “I’ve got more of the power anyway, pretty boy.” And suddenly a red face Peter Parker is pulling away from you, furiously blushing and cursing the day he ever decided he was going to fall madly in love with you, except not really, because it was arguably the best day of his life.   

    The cycle then repeats. 

tags : @parkerroos @spideyyss @ladysnowren @hufflepuffholland @grant-valdes-holland @captainswriting @spideyyparker @focused-on-holland @underoosie @marvelsdaughter @iusethistoreadfanfics @bihaza @theclonewarss @skymoonandstardust @punk-rock-princess-626 @lunastarwatcher @warcriminalrogers @brittyblogs @tiny-friggin-human @heartfrost (if you wanne be taken off the list let me know it’s no problem)

✨Dangerous Woman✨

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Song Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes,  (Maybe a combo of both??) Based off of Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande, the reader is tired of Pan always being on top. She wants to test her limits, she doesn’t want permission. (..So basically she is top and Pan bottoms..) She is in charge of her sexual desires, not just there to fulfill Pan’s. The reader is a witch that pan is in constant competition with. She and Oan are always at ends with desire and anger ensuring,,,forced to work together and feelings ensure but neither will accept it

Warnings: Swearing | 18+ content | Long | smut 

Note: Gifs made by me. 


Don’t need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
‘Cause it’s my business, God as my witness
Start what I finished

“What am I going to do with you, love? You injured six to ten of my lost boys, stole from us, set fire to the camp…” He paced around the cage, arms behind his back as the she watched his every move with a smirk. “I just might have to kill you, darling.”

“You won’t kill me, Pan.”

“Oh? And what makes you say that?”

“You would have done it by now, instead of interrogating me. Am I correct?” She raised her eyebrow in a smug way, seeing his frustration starting to build up in his face. With a quick lick to his lips, he made his way closer to the cage, no expression on his face whatsoever. 

“You do realize where you are and who I am?”

“I’m very aware. I just don’t care.”

“Why are you so goddamn irritating?” He growled, his hands gripping the bars so tight she could see the whites of his knuckles. Y/n only smirked deeper, getting as close to him as she possibly could. 

“Because. It’s adorable when you’re angry. How you act so strong and intimidating, and shit. Like, you really expect me to be scared of you.”

"Hm. Expect? No. You should be. And if you need reminding of that, sweetheart…then so be it.” 

Don’t need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I’m locked and loaded
Completely focused, my mind is open

Y/n scoffs in his face, turning the other cheek as she pretended she didn’t know where he was going with this. Sighing deeply, she returns her gaze back to his now deep green eyes, sneering his own words right back at him.

“Let’s play.” 

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy

Pinned to the wall of his tent, rough and passionate kisses were exchanged between then two. Clothes were scattered all over the room, soft breaths and low growls the only sounds being heard. This was how every argument ended, how every teasing moment would come to; neither one would complain, or admit that this is what both of them lived for everyday. No, not just the sex (even though it’s a bonus) but it was the intense atmosphere the both of them fed off of, the little games they played with each other. 

Pan would never admit it, but he actually had feelings for this girl. Her dominance, her arrogance, everything about her was intoxicating. The same goes for her, only deeper. She loved toying with the lost boy since day one, everything about him she wanted. She needed. But, Y/n hated being controlled, and that’s not a good thing when you live on the island of an egomaniac, sadistic bastard who loves control, fear and agony. 

“Who do you belong to, love,” He would purr in her ear, thrusting at a speed that was inhuman, his hands holding onto her thighs so tight that the bruising he left would be brutal in the morning. 

Y/n chuckles breathlessly, raking her fingers through his hair. “Not you.” 

This only made him angry, his eyes getting darker to where the green was barely visible. He hoisted her legs higher, spreading them wider to where he hit that one spot that made her beg for more. Slowing down and going deeper, he watched as her eyes closed tightly, mouth hanging open slightly, while her moans increased. Pan wrapped one hand around her throat, pulling her in closer to where their lips brushed against each other, and their groans mixed together. 

“I’ll ask again,” He growls, making sure to hit that very spot each time, grinning at every reaction he got from her. “Who..do you..belong to?” 

Y/n opened up her eyes, staring at him with such a stare that could paralyze him right on the spot. And that’s exactly what she did. Halting his thrusts completely, Y/n had him under her hypnotic stare that she learned over the years, dark magic being another thing that drew the two of them together. 

Next thing Pan knew, he was laying down on his bed, with Y/n straddling his waist, a look of pure seduction upon her face. He didn’t move, even though he could, he just chose not to. She’s done this trick before, it’s one of his favorites; whenever he pushed her too far is when the night got even better. 

Y/n placed her hands onto his shoulders, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, grinding herself onto him. Pan bit his lip hard, holding onto her hips, trying to guide her movements, only for them to be smacked away. 

“Don’t touch me. Don’t move. Don’t do shit. Just lay there, like a good boy. You come before me, injured lost boys and setting your camp on fire will be the least of your problems.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way-fuck!” He exclaims, as they finally connected once again, riding him at a steady pace. Cursing under his breath, and clawing at the bed, Pan’s eyes were shut tight at the intense pleasure he was receiving. Y/n’s moans were groaning higher and faster, as the new angle they were in was hitting every spot and nerve deliciously; leaving long scratches down his chest only increased the burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, his member throbbing like crazy, begging for release. And if not being able to let go wasn’t frustrating enough, Y/n slowing down the pace definitely was. 

“No, love, please…” He begged, never in his life believing that it would to come to that. Y/n only smirked down at the boy, watching as his hips bucked upward, hitting her in the right way every time. Y/n leans downward to moan in his ear softly after every hip thrust he gave, practically making his head spin. 

Nothing to prove and
I’m bulletproof and
Know what I’m doing
The way we’re movin’ like introducing
Us to a new thing

“Shit, Peter, I’m close…” She whimpered, enough to push him to the brink of no control. This was the first time, in all the times they’ve messes around, that she called him by his first name. 

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabs her hips roughly before she could protest, and flips the positions. Pinning her down to the bed, his animalistic thrusts returned with Y/n wrapping her arms around him for dear life; moans and squeals spilled from her mouth like a waterfall while he chants her name like a prayer. 

He whispers unholy things into her ear, biting the said area roughly while keeping his pace fast and deep. Now with her scratching down his back, he had to fight to keep his release at bay, while trying to chase hers. It was as if they were both holding on, neither of them wanting to give up so easily. Putting up a fight, Y/n flips the positions back to what they were before, riding him as fast as she can with her head tilted back in pure bliss. Pan watches her in awe at how hard she’s trying to make him release first, not wanting to be the weak one in this situation. But, he could also see how badly she wanted release, tears starting to stream down her face in desperation. 

Gripping onto her hips one last time, Pan thrusts himself into her sharply, pivoting his hips in an angle that sent Y/n’s eyes to the back of her head and her toes to curl. Repeatedly doing that motion, while whispering encouragements to her breathlessly was more than enough to send Y/n beyond the edge. Arching her back and letting out a large and long scream of pleasure, Y/n finally was able to let go. Her pulsating walls had the same effect on him, as she kept thrusting to ride out her orgasm, his hips stuttered with his release coming fast and abrupt. 

“Oh, my fucking-!” He chokes on his words, his back arching off the bed as his euphoria finally hit. Pan came in long, hot spurts that painted Y/n from the inside, leaving a warm feeling deep inside her. Catching their breaths, glistening with sweat, and the smell of sex surrounding them…it was as if they were in their own little sick heaven. 

I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of flavor, 'cause I’m a taker
'Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature
I live for danger

As they were finally calming down, sitting in silence and still connected as one, this was the time where they would just sit and…stare. Watch each other, and just memorize one another’s features. This was a time where they weren’t at each other’s throats, where everything is calm and quite…

Y/n leaned downward to the boy, an exhausted look upon her face, while his wore nothing but a content smile. Keeping the intense eye contact for a little longer, Y/n pulled off him swiftly, wincing slightly at the emptiness she felt afterwards. Sitting up on the bed, she ran a hand through her hair, calming down from earlier activities. 

“Why do we keep doing this, Pan?” She rasped, sighing heavily as he sat up as well. Looking at the back of her head in confusion, he shrugged. 

“Because it’s fun. Satisfying.”

“But, we do this all the time, and go right back to hating each other. I’m starting to grow bored…” 

“I don’t think I ever asked for your opinion, I don’t care if you’re bored.” That was a lie. Inside, he was terrified of her being ‘bored’. What did that mean? Did it mean she was bored with him? Would she move on to someone else? He wouldn’t let that happen, not if he had any say in it. Turning her head toward him, the anger was evident on her face after he said what he said. Quickly, but carefully standing from the bed, she starts to collect her things, ready to leave. 

Like always. 

“Where are you going?” He asked, slowly starting to panic at how fast she’s trying to leave. Usually she would stay a little longer…what’s different now?

“I’m a fool to think that for once you would think of me. To think that maybe instead of these childish games, you would be a man and actually move past this useless bickering and bullshit. But, who am I kidding? We can never be anything but enemies, who fuck each other after every fight.” She snapped while getting dressed, not daring to make eye contact with him. Standing as well, Pan watched her with wide eyes, and mouth hanging open for a moment. He didn’t really know how to respond.

Finally finding the words, he spoke. “Wait, love. Don’t go. I…I do think of us as more…many, many times. I hate having the only way to talk you is by yelling, screaming, and constant headaches. You’re a bitch, of course, but…you’re a bad bitch. You’re a dangerous woman. And I love that about you, so much, darling. I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world. I love you.” 

Y/n continued to get dressed, before turning to look at the boy one last time. That angry scowl still colored her face as she glared darkly at his naked form, suddenly disgusted. “You can’t even respond to me. Pathetic.” 

His eyes widened as he realized he didn’t actually speak those words out loud. Pan only imagined himself speaking such words to her, but didn’t dare to utter any of it. He was too cold, too proud of his dark ways, such as an emotion as ‘love’ had no room in his brain, nor his heart. He’s been hating for far too long, cursed to possibly never be loved. 

All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout

Shaking her head, Y/n looks at the ground, shame starting to fill her from the inside. “These late nights that we’ve been sharing are over. From now on, I refuse to be played with, like some cheap sex toy, Pan.”

“Love-”

“I’m done wasting time playing these games with you. To think you were ever a challenge is what really baffles me.” He bites his tongue, while staring back at her in shock. Hurt and offended, he verbally growls at her, that anger starting to boil up from inside him again. On the inside, Y/n was beating herself up. She couldn’t stand making him angrier with her than he already was. The only way she knows how to talk to him would to just provoke him. It’s not her fault, it’s just how she was. Maybe it was for the best…

“Fine. If that’s what you want…prepare to be hunted down by my lost boys, like the filthy animal you are.” He spoke with bared teeth, fist clenched, as his soft green eyes returned to their piercing color from before. Rolling her eyes, Y/n only scoffs at his words, taking out one of the knives from her holster and pointing it in his direction. 

“Prepare to lose more of your lost boys.”

Pan started to stride closer to her, nostrils flared as he threatened. “I will make sure that they show no mercy to you when they catch you. That pretty face of yours won’t be pretty no longer.”

“Aw, then what will you masturbate to at night?” Y/n spat right back, also getting closer and closer to the boy. The last comment left Pan speechless, but it didn’t stop him from throwing another comeback. 

“There are other girls in the world, love. You can be replaced.”

“Can I?” Her eyes flickered downward for a split second, the sight she saw bringing a delightful glint into her eyes, as her smirk grew deeper. “Good luck finding one that can excite you as much as I can, just by using sarcasm.” 

Pan blushed slightly, looking anywhere but at her. Waving his hand, his lower half was covered again by his trousers, but the tent in them was still noticeable. Chuckling slightly, Y/n took a few more steps closer to the boy, to where she close enough to wrap her arms around his neck lazily. He wanted to push her away, but they both knew he couldn’t. 

“Face it, Pan. I weaken you. And you love it.” 

“I thought you were leaving. I recall you being done with my games. So go on, then. I’m not stopping you.” This only made Y/n chuckle more, as she grabbed his jaw to turn his attention right back to her. 

“I’m not hearing you deny it.” Leaning in slightly, she brushed her lips onto his for only a moment, sighing heavily in the process. “I hate that you can make me feel conflicted, Peter Pan. I want to leave, and just throw you out of my mind…but we both know that’s far from possible now. We’re in too deep.” 

Without realizing what he was doing, he had pulled her in closely, kissing her deeply but as softly as he could. Afraid that he might not get the chance, he was going to make sure that this kiss was memorable. Pulling away slowly, Y/n couldn’t hold back the little whine that escaped passed her lips one his were no longer there. Coming back to earth, she pulls away from him fully, seeing the mischief in his eyes, but the evident scowl on his face. 

“Get out. I suggest you start running. The hunt starts at dawn, which mean you have less than an hour to hide.” He crosses his arms, watching as she cracks her neck, grinning at the boy, while he fought not to grin right back. Already knowing where this was going and how it would end up, the both of them ended on the same page. 

“Let’s play.” 

somethin’ 'bout you.

Imagine confiding in Dwalin, Fili, and Kili about your suspicion that Thorin doesn't like you, only for one of them to let slip that you just make Thorin nervous

You : I don’t think Thorin cares much for me.


Kili: why is that?


You: well he bristles like a porcupine any time I approach him, he ignores me whenever I make an effort to talk to him, and he’s always glaring at me like a constipated badger. 


Dwalin: *chokes on his pipe* constipated badger! *suddenly likes you very much*


Fil: why a badger?


You: the way his hair is graying reminds me a little bit of the markings on a badgers head.


Dwalin: *thinks you’re the most adorable thing in the world* Lass don’t let the old badger fool ye with his broody self. Ye actually make him nervous, an’ he doesn’t know how to handle ye or ‘ow te act around ye.

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Picture Perfect - Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester - Chapter 8

Title: Picture Perfect

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: Around 6k

Warnings: Angst

Prompt: I got it! Can you do a fic where Sam dies while (Y/N) is pregnant with his child and so Dean helps her raise the child and they live the apple pie life and right when Dean wants to propose to (Y/N), Sam returns to life & ANGST. Please and thank you

Special thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an awesome beta!

Read: Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l Part 6 l Part 7

-Flashback-

“No more drinking.” Sam said softly and you sighed heavily “You’ve had enough.”

“Come on Sam.” you frowned, looking at him “I need that.”

“No you don’t.” he pursed his lips with the authoritative tone he had used a few but very special moments when you were together “What you need is a good night’s sleep, and probably a shower to help you relax too.”

“Hmh” you hummed, closing your eyes for a moment “I don’t know if you’ve forgotten Sammy but I’m not the shower girl. I’m the one for-”

“Baths, rose petals and a few candles for dim lighting because you deep down are a hopeless romantic with of course a hint of vanilla and orange in the air but it always varies according to your mood, meaning it can also be strawberries.” he cut you off, completing your sentence and smirking softly as he heard you let out a small chuckle “Yeah I know.”

“You know me so well.” you whispered, opening your eyes to look at him as you licked your lips “But you’re forgetting-”

“Always in someone’s arms and head massages? No, of course not. That’s hardly something I could ever forget.” he said with a small shrug, giving you a shy smile and you chuckled.

“Of course you wouldn’t.” you smiled at him, not even realizing how you snuggled with him. It seemed that your body just reached out to the warmth his provided.

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Amanda Holliday: “To everyone else, Cayde’s this hard case always going on about treasure. I’ve always known him as a big old softie. I dunno why. Maybe I remind him of someone he used to know?”

Cayde 6: “Amanda Holliday is a rapscallion and a liar, don’t listen to a thing she says about me. Especially if it’s about me and a…certain queen of Hearts.“

Ghost: “If it’s possible, Amanda’s actually more cheerful today than she was when we showed up. I think she thinks that Cayde likes having us around, which in turn makes her happy. I think those two are adorable, if you were to ask me. Which you didn’t.”


This is the most subtle and adorable romance in Destiny, oh my god.

Best Friend!Wonwoo

Originally posted by soonrongs

- You probably met through a mutual friend because, let’s face it, Wonwoo would be too shy to approach you

- He was extremely shy at first and a little awkward, but super fluffy and adorable so that’s okay

- As he got more comfortable with you, he’d send you jokes throughout the day

- And pictures of stuff that reminded him of you (”Look, this phone case reminded me of you!” or “Look, I was googling pictures of tigers (don’t ask why) and this baby one is you when you’re mad!”)

- His feet are always cold and that means he’s always placing them on you sorry

- You guys are on the same wavelength and even finish each other’s sentences, which really annoys Woozi

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Meant to be - Montgomery de la Cruz

A/N: Before anything, I want to leave clear I’m not a fan of Montgomery’s behaviour in the show, but I really like the actor who plays him and I wanted to give it a shot writing about him. So in this AU Montgomery has already realised he’s been a dick and has changed for the better; then, this fluff takes place :)

As always enjoy!!


“Monty, you need to relax. Everything’s gonna be totally fine.”

“Oh, believe me, I can sense it’s not. What if I embarrass myself? Or say something inappropriate? I’d only worsen the bad reputation I already have.”

You couldn’t do nothing else but watch the way his shoulders sank down after his words, regret taking over his countenance.

Even though you tried to look for the softest way to answer, you also knew you had to be honest, otherwise you wouldn’t help him.

“Okay, the image you worked yourself over these years wasn’t the best one, true, but you can’t cling to that, you need to move on.”

He hung his head low, watching the nervous interaction between his fingers. It had been a long time since he last felt okay with the jerkish manners he used to have. Although it took him a while, he eventually realised he needed to change.

It wasn’t until then that he understood the happiness he had been looking for in his tough and cruel behaviour had always been in being kind and respectful to others.

Using a low, if not barely audible voice, he asked “You know I’m in the process of changing that, right?”

With that question he intended to erase once and for all, the insecurities that in occasions crossed his mind. He feared you continued thinking that old Montgomery still existed. He dreaded the idea of you not trusting his will of amending all of his past mistakes. But, most of all, he despised the idea that you didn’t believe in him.

“Of course baby, you should be very proud of yourself”

You walked towards his standing figure in front of the views his window offered, wrapping your arms around his chest and placing a soothing kiss on the crook of his neck.

“You don’t have anything to fear, my mom’s gonna love you, and, despite what others may think, you’re a good person, don’t you dare to forget that, you hear me?”

He tilted his head in your direction and gave you a wide grin that reached his eyes, before placing a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose.

“You really think that?”

“Baby, I’ve thought that all along”

He turned completely to face you, placing one hand at the small of your back and the other cupping your cheek. Staring at your orbs he understood why he wanted to change for the better so much: the cruelty he had been filled of until then would only have ruined the kindness and innocence you possessed. He didn’t want that, he intended to give you as much as you gave him.

“I love you”

***

“Are you still nervous?”

“No, I’m fine”

“Baby, your hands are sweating”

“I just hope I don’t embarrass myself, just that”

You chuckled, looking for your keys in your back pocket. The smile erased from your face when you didn’t touch the cold metal. “Ugh, I think I left my keys at your place” “Why is it that I don’t find it any surprising?” He laughed when you rejected the peck he was about to leave on your lips. “Let’s just knock” he suggested.

“Who’s there?” Your mother asked from the other side “Us” “I like the way that sounds” she mumbled to herself, before unlocking the barrier that separated you.

“Mom, this is Montgomery. Monty, this is my mother”

“Monty? Is he your boyfriend Monty?”

“Yeah”

“Like, your boobear?”

“Boobear?” he interrupted, giving you an amused look. You could feel the burn coming from your embarrassed face.

“Mom! You were the only one who knew I called him that way!”

“Oh… sorry”

Monty looked at you with loving eyes, action your mother didn’t ignore. The fact that you called him that when talking to you mother made him want to run to the highest point on Earth and shout out loud to the world how much he loved you. Such a simple fact made him genuinely happy.

“Hey, it’s cute, like, really cute”

He broke the hold of your hands, just to cross one arm around you waist and place a peck on your temple, whispering “my cute boobear”

“Hello Mrs. Carter, I’m Montgomery de la Cruz. Nice to meet you, ma’am”

“Call me Diana. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, it’s nice to finally meet you”

Your mother opened her arms to receive him with a warm hug. You knew Monty loved hugs, and were sure that would, if not erase, calm his nerves.

You bit your lip to not giggle when she looked at you in between the hug and made a sign of approval.

“What are we still doing here? Come on in!”

***

The afternoon was being lovely. Your mother and boyfriend turned out to get on really well. The conversation between both went smoothly and there weren’t any uncomfortable silences nor awkward sentences to break the ice.

After getting to know each other properly, your mother started talking about you. If there was anything you feared, that was her speaking about “her beautiful baby girl”, because that meant having to share your childhood pictures and, what was even worse, anecdotes.

“Look at you in this picture babe, you’re the cutest” Monty couldn’t get his eyes off your ten year-old self dressed up as Jessie from Toy Story at Zach’s eleventh birthday party. You glanced at it and shrugged as the corner of your lips lifted slightly, remembering the story behind that picture which actually involved him.

What you didn’t expect was your mother bringing your thoughts out loud.

“Did you know when she saw you were dressed as Buzz Lightyear she told me “See mommy, we’re meant to be” she’s had the biggest crush on you since elementary school, haven’t you sweetie?”

“Mom! that’s enough, stop it please, you’re embarrassing me!”

Monty laughed along with your mother. Seeing you still got embarrassed even though you were already dating just potentiated the soft image he had of you, and weakened his willpower to restrain himself from bathing you with kisses constantly.

Monty had never been reluctant to public displays of affection, he didn’t go too far either. He liked to show he cared about you and didn’t wish anything but to make you happy, so that didn’t stop him from getting up from the sofa he shared with your mother to the armchair where you observed their interaction, and kiss you on the cheek.

“You guys make a beautiful couple, honestly. Monty, you’re a really nice guy. I feel like you both complement each other so well” Your mother said giving you both the sweetest smile.

“Yes Diana, we do“

Your joy was her joy.

***

“Thanks for the lovely evening Diana, you’ve been really nice to me, hope to see you soon”

“Of course Monty, there are lots anecdotes I haven’t told you yet” She whispered this last part.

“And I’m looking forward to you telling me all of them” They snickered conspiratorially.

He walked towards you and held you by the small of your back “Mom, I’ll guide him to the door”

“Okay, see you soon, darling!”


Outside the warmth of your house it was already dark, the only illumination being the dim light of the lampposts. You hadn’t realised how much time you had spent with your mother until then.

 “So… did you have fun?”

“Your mother is so cool, I had the time of my life looking through your pictures” He didn’t wait any longer to kiss you slowly yet intensely in the mouth. “You went from adorable, to adorable and hot”

“Shut up!” you giggled, throwing your arms around his neck. “Let me remind you how you persistently claimed you were going to embarrass yourself, and how it didn’t turn out like that”

“My poor boobear! Nevermind, to me you just got even more lovely, seriously” 

You brought him by the hem of his shirt and whispered into his ear

“I love you… boobear”

“I love you too. By the way, the eleven year-old you was right from the start, we were meant to be together”


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Taking Control

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Baekhyun

Rating: 18+ (smut)

Word Count: 2,481

Summary:  Work is stressing you out lately. You’re tired, angry and things are not helped by your boyfriend - who always seems to need attention from you. One night you snap and get to be particularly er, controlling. 

Originally posted by ethereal-baek


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anonymous asked:

I just woke up from a nap and I had the weirdest dream?? Sam and Bucky were sitting in a romantic ass beach staring beautifully off into the ocean, stars above in the milky twilight and Bucky turns to Sam, with the most adoring and loving look and smiles. Sam grins back, asking him what's up when Bucky replies "You remind me so much of the ocean, Sam.." Sam blushes, "Why??" Bucky flips his hair back, "because ur salty as shit bro"

ashdlkahdsaldas someone draw this 

patton playing dream daddy

“ohhhh my gosh i love it! look at all these dads! you know, i should be in this game. i’m the best dad there is. but i’m so glad there’s so many to choose from!”

“…you’re my daddy, and you’re my daddy, and you’re my daddy! and you… i’m your daddy. hahahaha! they’re all so nice. :)”

during the brian minigame “mUST SHOW OFF CHILD!!!!”

“i literally cannot handle all these amazing jokes!”

“oh, wow, damien reminds me of virgil.”

“joseph, i would absolutely love to hang out with you more-” turns to camera “but you’re married and i would never do that to your wife.”

first night with robert “:O I DID NOT EXPECT THIS, LOGAN WHAT DO I DO” everyone is laughing but him

@ mat “oh my GOSH he is just so awkward and adorable can i adopt him???”

“okay but why don’t we have a dog??”

“oH GO d MY c hILD is C Ryin G i H Av E fai L eD as  Pa r EN t”

Monsta X Reaction #26 - Their s/o having a cute, kitten-like sneeze

@eddycakeway18 asked: hello my beautiful friend, I’m here again. How about a Monsta x reaction to hearing your (crush) cute kitten like sneeze


Hyunwoo: Thinks it’s literally the cutest thing anyone has ever done ever

“Jagi, I know you’re cute to begin with but you sound like a baby animal when you sneeze! What’s cuter than that??” *then he looks at you like this gif*

Originally posted by trainingpanda

Hoseok: He would tease you for it, but also thinks it’s adorable

“What the hell was that?? Did you adopt a cat and didn’t tell me??”

Originally posted by jhmx

Hyungwon: He’s just confused tbh. how? how can a human sound like that? And it’s also…cute?

*stares at you like in the gif* “I just…don’t know what to say right now”

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BTS Reaction to: You Having a YouTube Channel Dedicated to Your Hamster

a/n: ok so this is kinda weird but thanks to Jenna Marbles hamster videos, I’m now obsessed with VanillaHamHam. If you don’t know that channel, it’s a cute hamster eating cute things. Quality content, highly recommend. Either way, that’s what led to this reaction & I hope you enjoy ~

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Jin: “You spent five hours making a tiny cake for your hamster? But made none for me?” He gets a little jealous of all the attention you dedicate towards a tiny creature so he likes to remind you every so often that he needs attention too.

“Look, babe, I can eat just as cutely ~”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Suga: “You spent two months crafting a tiny ice cream van for a little hamster with an attention span worse than Hope-ah’s? .. Why are you so cute?”

Although he sometimes finds your dedication pointless, he can’t deny it’s adorable. To see you so loving and focused on something makes him so soft n warm inside.

Originally posted by jeonbase

J-Hope: He won’t appear in the videos but behind the scenes, he likes to help you out, when you’re crafting or baking something for your hamster. Once it’s all finished, he gets so much joy out of seeing the tiny creature scurry around or eat what you both made for her.

“Is this what it will be like to have kids some day?”

Originally posted by nycbtslover

Rap Monster: Won’t be as involved in the crafts aspect because he’s too clumsy but he’s part of the planning. He helps you gather paint or ingredients and supplies like that. He also helps you research the appropriate measurements and foods that your hamster can have, to ensure she remains healthy and safe.

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin: Like Yoongi, he finds it so cute and turns soft. When he’s away, those YouTube videos are a way for him to connect with you. He bugs the guys by constantly showing them videos of your cute hamster eating.

“How can you be annoyed? This is the purest thing I have ever witnessed.”

Originally posted by urnotnamjoon

V: He helps you out with filming your YouTube videos. And while touring, he picks up cute little hamster toys or snacks to bring back home. While he won’t be as hands on as Hoseok, he’s still involved enough to show his support.

“Did you see that pause before she turned around?? What a natural star! She was born to be in front of the camera!” “We should have her in our next MV!”

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jungkook: Although he finds it cute, he sometimes gets jealous of just how much love your hamster gets. One time, he was particularly annoyed and complained to Jin that, “I wanna throw that thing out the window” to which Jin offered, “I can use the hamster for my next EatJin?”

JK would, of course, never harm the little creature .. but he will sulk at you for spending hours with her and not with him.

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anonymous asked:

Someone came up with the idea of OT4 (DJFoxLadyNoir), superheroes wooing the citizen on Parisian balconies, and I need it like I need air

I really like the idea of them all starting to flirt with him individually and by the time the third one hits he is all awkward and flustered and running away, and then turns a corner like “Why does this keep happening!?!?’

trying to vent to adrien about it and cant understand why adrien looks flustered about it, but being intrigued to discover that the others are doing it too

I just want Nino so bad to be like “I have no idea why this keeps happening I am so confused?!? Like everybody! Why?!”

I adore ot4 and normal nino with super partners is a freaking perf version of it. Mostly because i want hawkmoth to kidnap him and Nino to be beat up but defiant in Hawkmoths lair like 

“Might I remind you pal this aien’t no Lois lane situation. You kidnap Lois Lane you get superman on your ass, you kidnap ME and you get the whole freaking Justice League.” 

Normie boyfriend Nino getting offered a miraculous and turning it down cause SOMEBODY needs to be grounded and around to deal with stuff. 

Housewife Nino. when they get older he works from home, cooks and cleans for when his boyfriend and girlfriends because they all have full time jobs and also are saving the world so he takes the responsibility of maintaining the house. He gets really great at cooking and is always calling Marinette and Alya’s parents asking for cooking recipes and tips. Like imagine him with his phone tucked in his shoulder as he’s boiling water and sorting through the fridge, on the phone with Sabine like “Okay wait is that last thing totally needed cause like i’ve been crazy swamped and i haven’t been to the store so i only have so much- I don’t? Well what do i switch it with I got like some… no no Alya’s allergic. Well not ALLERGIC but it makes her stomach cramp so I don’t buy that.” 

and so on

Older Nino watches the news and only keeps doing things once the fight is over and he knows everyone is okay. He gets involved sometimes when he sees somebody time out and runs over to help and protect them until they can get back out there. 

Sometimes the others get so busy they dont appreciate the effort he puts in to make the relationship work, so maybe at some point he is just really worn down and tired because he hasnt gotten to see them in awhile on a personal level, like its always just running through the house or doing work or arguing, and he just wants more than anything for everything in the house to be DONE and for them to be home and his work to be caught up and he’s working towards a burn out- and then he feels arms wrap around his stomach while he’s doing laundry and he turns around to see Marinette with her face in his back, and she slowly starts pulling him out of the room, and he protests but the others come and take the laundry and put it away and eventually he relents and they all go and just sit together for awhile, and it feels so good and for a second they all just relax and start to talk and fill the gaps and make it work. 

And the next day even though Adrien must have slipped out at nearly dawn to make it to work out of town everyone finds a small set of roses left for them where he knew they’d see it before starting the day. 

Everybody making a huge effort. 

Everybody having different dynamics and spats and ways of being together. 

One big apartment, three superheros, and the guy who tries really hard. 


please someone draw it

take this burden - part 29

[ pockets full of no - coast modern ]

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Jian Yi’s phone chimed.

‘I’m going to go assure the new bouncer that Zhengxi isn’t here on a bust. I’ll be right back.’

Mo Guan Shan and Janie nodded.

‘Thank god he won’t be finding the opium den in the back, right?’ Mo Guan Shan joked.

‘No opiates, but they’d probably be pissed about Julio’s stash.’

‘Of opium?’ He asked in surprise.

She laughed.

‘No opium. He mostly just deals weed and hallucinogens in the back.’

‘I…can’t tell if you’re joking.’

‘Not at all.’ She assured him.

‘He’s one of the only reasons we keep this place running.’

‘You have an onsite drug dealer?’

She smiled, pouring two more drinks.

‘How long have you been here?’

‘In Las Vegas?’ He asked.

‘Yes. In Las Vegas.’

‘Oh…a little over two months.’

‘You’ve been here for two months and we haven’t met you?!’ She demanded.

‘I just met He Tian on Monday.’

She handed out the drinks she’d been making and stood in front of him again.

‘You MET him on Monday?’

‘Yes.’

‘Like…last Monday?’

‘Yes.’

‘Seven days ago?’

‘…Yes.’

She studied him intently.

‘All jokes aside, how the fuck did you…’ She gestured in the direction He Tian had left, at a loss.

‘I honestly don’t know. It’s only just setting in how weird it apparently is.’

‘Even with-’

‘Even with Jian Yi and Zhengxi, yeah.’ He finished for her.

She furrowed her brow, turning away to take orders, continuing the conversation immediately when she came back.

‘Did you guys meet on a dating site or something?’

Mo Guan Shan laughed.

‘No, he just stumbled upon me.’

‘That’s crazy.’

He understood her confusion it seemed pretty normal at this point, but it was starting to get to him.

Mo Guan Shan wasn’t necessarily an insecure person, but…damn.

‘Am I not good enough for him, or something?’ He asked, trying to keep any bitterness out of his tone.’

She paled.

‘No, no, no that is NOT what I meant! I didn’t mean to-’

He held a hand up to silence her.

‘It’s ok, I’m just trying to figure it out.’

‘I mean…I can tell you if you actually want to hear it.’

‘I do.’

Did he?

‘I don’t want you to stop liking him or anything…’

‘Don’t worry about that.’

She nodded, taking few more orders before pulling her own stool up behind the bar.

‘Alright. Well, I was one of the first people he hired. I’ve been here since it opened and I, like everyone, totally fell for him. I mean, he’s smart and funny, and one of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen…’

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

All true.

‘Please keep in mind that I was barely 21 at this point and thought I was just the shit.’

Mo Guan Shan smiled.

She looked away.

‘So I…tried to get with him.’

‘…’

‘He didn’t go for it. Turned me down immediately and never brought it up again.’

Mo Guan Shan nodded, encouraging her to continue.

‘Well, I was pretty insecure at the time from a few weird situations and assumed…’ She trailed off.

‘Assumed…’ Mo Guan Shan prompted.

‘I assumed he wasn’t into black girls. I know now that it was a ridiculous conclusion and I really hurt his feelings when I accused him.’

‘Alright, so he wasn’t into the girls he hired?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

‘Nope. He’s always been a perfect gentleman with his employees. So, for awhile, we all assumed he was just a really nice guy.’

‘Maybe he just wanted his relationships to be private?’ Mo Guan Shan suggested, already knowing that wasn’t the case.

‘I don’t know, man. He’s here LITERALLY all the time. There was no way he could find time to keep up a healthy relationship.’

‘So, you realized you were wrong? About the gentleman part?’

The nodded, looking around to make sure no one was listening in.

‘Yeah. When business started to pick up, he went home with someone new on a regular basis. Mostly men but a there were some women in there too. It wasn’t a big deal, it’s not like he’s the only one that does it.’

‘I’m not seeing your point here.’

‘My point is, it’s odd to know someone for years and never see them even go home with the same person twice. So, you can imagine how odd it seems.’

Mo Guan Shan found he had no response to that.

She continued.

‘These last few days are the longest He’s ever been gone. A few of us honestly thought something awful had happened. Jian Yi had to come in and set the record straight.’

‘What did Jian Yi say?’

‘That he was on vacation. Which sounded like total bullshit.’

‘Why?’

She regarded him skeptically.

‘God, you really did just meet him. He’s not really the VACATION type. He won’t even take two days off in a row. He gives us all the holidays off and handles everything alone. It’s insane.’

‘Jesus.’

‘Yeah. So, since Monday, he’s only been here a few times and was clearly itching to leave. And then he up and leaves for several days. And then comes back with some mystery man. Tell me that’s wouldn’t surprise you.’

‘You’re right, I’m sure it would.’ Mo Guan Shan agreed.

‘Has he been with you the whole time?’ Janie asked.

Mo Guan Shan thought about that for a moment.

‘With the exception of a few hours here and there, yeah.’

Her expression was difficult to read.

‘Are you an asshole?’ She asked seriously.

‘Not… to my knowledge. Why?’

‘Because I don’t know how to give the if-you-hurt-him speech.’

Mo Guan Shan smiled.

‘Consider it given.’

They regarded each other in silence.

She turned away to take a few more orders.

He finished his drink.

She brought him a beer.

‘What happened to Jian Yi?’ He asked.

She nodded to his right.

Jian Yi was leaning against the wall a few feet away from the door.

Zhengxi propped himself up with a hand next to Jian Yi’s head.

The pose would normally be construed as intimate, but Zhengxi’s uniform made it look vaguely threatening.

People were watching them uncomfortably.

Honestly, it was hilarious.

Mo Guan Shan pulled his phone from his pocket, typing out a quick text.

Seconds later, Jian Yi pulled his from his pocket and began to laugh, holding the phone for Zhengxi to see.

They both looked to Mo Guan Shan.

Zhengxi took Jian Yi in his arms, kissing him passionately.

The audience they’d gathered applauded.

Jian Yi bowed.

Zhengxi laughed, embarrassed but ever indulgent.

‘Are you going to be working here?’ Janie asked suddenly.

‘I think so, yeah.’

‘What are you going to be doing?’

‘I’m not sure.’

‘Come be a bartender!’ She suggested excitedly.

‘I tried that once. It did not go well.’

‘Well that’s because you weren’t trained by me.’

He hesitated.

‘I actually have no idea what he has planned for me.’

‘If you have a choice, promise you’ll come bartend with me.’

‘Why would you even want me to?’ He asked, honestly baffled.

‘Oh, let’s see…’ she began sarcastically.

‘So far, you seem have a great attitude, fantastic sense of humor, and you’re absolutely gorgeous…’

‘All good points.’ Came a voice from behind him.

‘He Tian! Please tell me he’s going to be a bartender! Look at all the trouble he’s already caused. He’s perfect!’

He Tian laughed.

‘While his penchant to start trouble becomes him, I have a few positions he can choose from-’

‘And one of them is bartender?!’ She demanded.

‘Yes, Jane. One of them is bartender. Get back to work.’

She saluted him, turning back to her customers.

He Tian led him to a small office in the back of the bar.

He Tian sat behind the desk.

Mo Guan Shan sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs across from him.

He Tian sorted through one of the many stacks of paper.

‘I am just now remembering that I don’t have your resume or any paperwork for you and this is completely pointless.’

‘Oh…I can pull my resume up online if you want, but none of my past jobs are remotely related.’

‘We can pretend you did that.’

‘I can give you some references…’

‘We can pretend you did that also.’

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

‘That works for me.’

‘Alright, what I need is…I don’t want to call it… I haven’t been actively trying to hire anyone because…’

‘Dude.’

‘I need an assistant. Not like someone to bring me coffee, just someone that can talk to my employees without making them cry. Try as I might, that is not my strong suit and everyone that works here is either an asshole or crazy.’

‘Why me?’

‘Well, everyone I’ve introduced you to seems to adore you right off the bat and, so far, you’re only outwardly cruel to me.’

‘You’re not going to say I’m not crazy.’

‘No. I’m pretty sure you’re out of your mind.’

‘That’s fair. So what does the position entail?’

‘Mostly just helping me keep track of paperwork and bills, reminding me to do things I promised to do, talking to people for me. Stuff like that. Technically it’s filed under ‘manager’ so you’d be getting a manager’s pay as well as benefits after a month.’

‘I’ll take it.’ Mo Guan Shan told him with a small smile.

‘Really? You don’t want to think about it first?’

‘Nope, I’m in.’

He Tian could stop his smile as he passed Mo Guan Shan some papers to sign.

‘When do I start?’

‘It’s a salaried position, so technically…’

He took the papers from Mo Guan Shan and finished up his own signatures.

‘…right now.’

Mo Guan Shan stood and walked behind the desk.

He Tian was expecting a hug or a handshake or some other of gesture of gratitude.

Instead, he stopped directly in front of him.

He Tian sat back in his chair, wishing he’d bought one with wheels so he could more easily put some distance between them.

Mo Guan Shan leaned back against the desk.

‘So, this is the part where I do you some kind of sexual favor, right?’ He asked as casually as one would ask about the weather.

He Tian closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again.

‘Unfortunately, no.’

Mo Guan Shan smiled, stretching his arms above his head

‘Too bad, maybe next time.’

He Tian looked down at the strip of exposed shit between his jeans and shirt, catching a glimpse of silver where his pants had started to slip.

Oh fuck.

‘I thought you said you weren’t going to wear those.’

Mo Guan Shan lowered his arms, looking down at He Tian and following his gaze.

He lifted the front of his shirt again, slowly unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them to expose enough of the garment to confirm He Tian’s suspicions.

‘These?’ he asked innocently.

‘Yes. Those.’

He Tian’s voice was strained and rough.

He knew he should look away.

He should stand up and walk out of the office…

‘No, I said I wouldn’t wear the sequined ones. These are just silver.’

He Tian was at a complete, desperate, loss as Mo Guan Shan toyed with the waistband of his thong.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He Tian moved forward in the chair, spreading his legs to get as close to Mo Guan Shan as possible.

He put one hand on his thigh, using the other to pull the front of the ridiculous underwear and placed several wet, open-mouthed, kisses from the hollow of his hip to the crease of his thigh, shivering at the sensation of smooth skin under his tongue.

He shaved.

Of-fucking-course he did.

‘Oh my God.’ Mo Guan Shan whispered, running his fingers through his dark, silky hair.’

He Tian froze, pulling back suddenly.

Mo Guan Shan was beautifully flushed and practically panting.

‘Why are you doing this to me?’ He Tian asked with a groan.

Mo Guan Shan adjusted himself, fixed his jeans, and leaned forward, bracing himself on the back of He Tian’s chair and whispered in his ear.

Daiya no Ace Act II Chapter 77: Golden Age

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSS!!!

FINALLY!! Eijun gets the recognition he deserves!!!!

Even Kataoka highly praises him.

I’m so happy and proud for Eijun.

☆*・゜゚・*(^O^)/*・゜゚・*☆

(I wanna kiss and hug Mine for the article. He’s been following Seidou closely after all. He might have the best outsider perspective of Eijun’s growth)

And may I say that I really, really like the coaches’ exchange?

I still have my misgivings about Ochiai, but here Ochiai is noticeably following Kataoka’s lead in handling Furuya. He doesn’t make an attempt to defend Furuya even though he doesn’t see his condition himself, but instead he tries to figure out where he can help out. If Kataoka is handling the mind/person, he decides to handle the technique/body. It takes an awareness of their own and each others’ strength to do that and both of them make use that awareness to complement and support each other in order to make the team better. I’ve mentioned that if these two manage to work together, they’ll make Seidou amazing. I’m happy to see that they are doing just that. Golden Age doesn’t seem out of reach (just don’t disappoint me Ochiai, I’m giving you a chance here…)  

You know… I keep analyzing stuff… but it still surprises me that I get something right. Case in point: Furuya. I’ve always said that he’s being too single-minded, that he is oblivious/blind to around him. That he is too focused on the big picture, forgetting the small steps to get there. Kataoka pretty much takes the words out from my mouth. 

But, but it doesn’t stop there.

OMG, Ono says what I’ve been wanting to say to Furuya. That he’s being selfish and arrogant by forgetting to lean on his teammates, taking all the pressure on himself. Seriously. Furuya has such a competent team behind him. Eijun realizes it, why can’t he?

Seriously (*〇□〇)……!

However, I am rather disappointed with Miyuki’s reaction.

I don’t know… Kataoka has removed the pressure from Furuya by taking the number off his back, then putting him on the outfield when he is not on the mound. He is giving Furuya a clean slate so he can start over again. He is not giving additional pressure by having him reevaluating his everyday life. Instead he is asking Furuya to do the same thing with what Eijun has been doing, successfully too, so it’s something Furuya should have done long time ago (I have been of the opinion that Furuya lacking the self-awareness to reflect on himself and his actions… or Terajima-sensei just doesn’t show enough of Furuya’s thoughts?)

Miyuki’s reaction makes me think that he’s coddling Furuya too much. It might be because he’s reminded of Eijun’s yips and he has been helpless in dealing with him that he has to ask for help from Chris, so he’s extra careful in dealing with Furuya… but unlike Eijun though, Furuya’s not in as fragile state as Eijun back then. Heavier hand might be needed. Eijun and Furuya respond relatively well to that (taunts and challenges). Well, it’s not to say it’s easy to know when to push and how far. In a way I can understand. It doesn’t mean I agree. I might be projecting too, so who knows?

Okumura really seems to shine in the second string. Interestingly, despite his personality, he is better liked than Miyuki. People are drawn to him. Look how Okumura is surrounded by Seto, Kuki and Kagami. He draws people in like Eijun does. I think it’s his and Eijun’s earnestness. Miyuki’s too guarded to show it. That’s why he only manages to do what Eijun and Okumura do after he let his guard down in Fall tournament.

Asada is being adorable as always. Trying out his senpai’s method. Is that his own tire? Though I won’t be surprised if Eijun willingly lends his tire-chan to his favorite kouhai. 

I think I know why Eijun is so awkward around Okumura. Because he is too serious, not to mention too flat and expressionless to Eijun. His reaction towards Okumura reminds me of his interaction with Kataoka actually, whose expression is really difficult to read, the glasses don’t help either. For expressive Eijun, who relies on expression for cues, Okumura likely unnerves him. Being criticized by someone younger is not easy too XDD 

Honestly, they’ll make an interesting battery with such contrasting personality. Miyuki and Eijun are more alike in personality, it is one of the reasons why their battery works so well. I can imagine the hilarity of these two trying to work out their differences (I feel like there’s going to be a lot of miscommunication).

BONUS: Room 5 Boys

Determined Kawakami. Go Kawakami, you’re not out of the running yet!

Colored pages next week! Yay!

THOUGHTS ABOUT THE NEW EPISODE

-The Yumihisu conversation had me in tears.

-OMG Mikasa you fucking badass!! (God these cuts were amazing)

-BERTOLT’S BREAKDOWN OKAY I WAS FUCKING BAWLING I WANT TO HUG HIM 2KFOREVER

-The shot with Erwin getting his arm bitten off was fucking incredible. His seiyuu did a fantastic job.

-Once again, Ymir being a badass.

-HISTORIA’S FIRST KILL OMG THAT SHOT WAS FUCKING AMAZING!! (Reminded me of Mikasa’s final kill in Trost)

-JEAN BEING A FUCKING BADASS AND JUMPING INTO DANGER TO SAVE MIKASA (would your crush ever)

-THE FUCKING CLIFFHANGER WHY GOD

-Bertolt being adorable again as usual.

-REINER TAKING ON THE FOOTBALL PLAYER STEREOTYPE AND THROWING THE TITANS OMG

-Also I loved Armin’s seiyuu when he was talking about the Scouts torturing Annie. Innocent but creepy.

-Also also, I’m glad they didn’t leave out Eren’s look of concern when Armin was lying about Annie. I enjoyed it.

This episode was incredible!! I loved the nature scenery when Ymir and Historia were arguing, as well as the violet flowers when Armin called out for Eren and Mikasa. God, next episode, I’m gonna fucking lose it.

Reasons why Sam Winchester is Amazing

1. He has beautiful hair

2. He reminds me of a Great Dane 

3. He’s nerdy 

4. He has very much tall

5. He tries to do things for the greater good

6. He’s a friendly moose

7. He loves his brother (which is more than I can say about my own brother)

8. He’s always chill about it when people think he’s gay

9. Puppy eyes

10. His abs, like hot damn 

11. His laugh and smile 

12. He’s adorable 

13. Precious cinnamon roll, too pure for this world