things are so fluffed up for him :(

Keith has a little doc on his computer saved as ‘Hunk stuff’ and it’s just all the nice little things Hunk’s done for him that he might forget with time but made him feel very loved in that moment.

‘- brought me a glass of water. Said the way i ‘always take a breath afterwards is cute’

- spent a minute or so trying to flatten my fringe out of my eyes for me

- thought i was asleep and tucked me in really well; fluffed the pillows up a little and everything

- kissed me behind everyone even though he was a little embarrassed to because I asked for one

- kept touching my hand because he wanted to hold hands but he had stuff to do

- was perfectly fine with not touching me when i asked him not to even though i promised we’d have a cuddle night that night’

anonymous asked:

Yaay requests are open! Can you write hc for Zen and Jumin reacting to mc justifying everything simple thing she does for them with a straightforward "it's because I love you! :3" she's just unashamed of her feelings period!

This request is so adorable anonny! Since you only requested Zen and Jumin, I made these a lot longer then usually mainly because I had so much fun writing this one! I hope that you enjoy!!~


  • Zen has always been an affectionate man himself but when he sees how much you do for him, it makes him curious
  • You’d always make dinner for him no matter how late he’d come home from rehearsals, make sure that the laundry was complete so he’d always have a fresh, clean shirt to wear, and you’d give him so much encouragement that it’d be impossible for him to doubt himself
  • It even got to the point where you’d perform little tasks for Zen such as making sure there were always enough of his favorite brand of beers in the fridge for him or even making sure that you’d always leave him enough hot water for when he took his shower
  • All of this made Zen wonder, was he really that great of a person to deserve all of this love and praise?
  • So one day after he said about how tired he was from rehearsals and you went to give him a neck and should massage, Zen asked you something he’d been wondering for so long
  • “Don’t take this the wrong way or anything MC but why do you always do such cute and nice things for me all of the time?”
  • You smiled at Zen and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek as you answered him
  • “Well it’s because I love you so much Zen! You deserve all of the happiness and love in the world because you’re so amazing!”
  • At that moment, Zen thought that his heart would burst from joy
  • He quickly got up and went to give you a giant hug in his long, lean arms, closely holding your head to his chest as he stroked your hair lovingly
  • “You’re the most caring and considerate person that I’ve ever met MC, to say that I love you is an understatement. You’ve made me the happiest man alive!”
  • From that day on, Zen made sure to show his appreciation for you more with lots of kisses, hugs, and cuddles because to Zen, you really are the most perfect person in the world


  • Jumin was never quite sure why you acted the way that you did
  • It wasn’t like he disliked your personality, that was far from the truth, he just didn’t understand why you were always so kind and caring to him
  • You would always greet him whenever he came home from work, no matter how late it was, you’d wake up earlier then him to make his favorite breakfast with a smile, and you’d always make sure that Elizabeth the third was properly taken care of
  • But most importantly, your listen to Jumin whenever he needed someone to talk to
  • Whether he was annoyed by a new employee slacking off or worried when his father became sick, you’d always be there, nodding and giving Jumin words of encouragement
  • This perplexed Jumin to no end, how could someone be so caring and about him?
  • So one day when the two of you were getting ready for bed, Jumin stared at you as he buttoned up his sleep top
  • You were saying goodnight to Elizabeth the third as you carefully removed the sheets from the bed and fluffed up Jumin’s pillow
  • “I don’t understand you MC, why do you always do such nice things for me?“
  • Jumin stood there shocked that the question left his mouth but you smiled and went over to hug him
  • “That’s an easy answer, it’s because I love you so much Jumin! I like doing little acts of kindness for you because I genuinely love you with all of my heart!”
  • He couldn’t believe that you actually felt that way about him 
  • Jumin swiftly lifted you up and laid both himself and you onto the bed as he gently put you on top of his chest
  • You hummed in contentment as Jumin rubbed your back and softly kissed the top of your head
  • “I simply adore you MC, truly with all of my heart. You’re kindness is so immense, I don’t know how to thank you. You let me be me and for that, I’ll be eternally grateful.”
  • Jumin decided from that day on to spend more time with you, going out on extravagant dates or even just relaxing together at home, because the amount of love that you show him truly makes him feel happiness
Quiet; Prologue

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Happy Thirst Party Saturday, everyone! Been working on this prologue for a little bit. Tagging our usual suspects, @tox-moxley, @oraclegazes, @hardcorewwetrash and @writergrrrl29. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Reaction To Having A Short Mc? Like 4.9?

Hi! I’ll do the RFA + Saeran, if you’d like me to do any others, let me know ;)


  • Seven would tease MC for their height all the time, in any and every situation
    • “Whoops, didn’t see you there shortie!” is said pretty much all the time
  • Teasing aside, he’d actually think their height was pretty cute
  • Uses MC like a shoulder rest all the time 
  • Purposely puts things on high shelves so he can watch MC try to reach them
  • Loves kissing MC’s forehead
  • Piggy back rides to help MC reach high things happen, always
    • Even without needing to reach something up high, piggy back rides are an absolute must
  • Would love it if MC sat in his lap when watching TV/playing video games, not only can he be close to them but he can also see right over their head


  • Fusses over how small and cute they are all the time, he can’t help it, he genuinely adores them so much
    • He’d do his best to stop doing it so much if it bothered MC, but otherwise he’d do it often
  • Prefers shorter heights, so having a short MC would be perfect in his opinion
  • Helps them get things whenever they can’t, and is super sweet about it too
  • Loves picking MC up, it makes him feel strong and a little like a prince
  • Plays with MC’s hair all the time
    • Whether it’s braiding it, fluffing it, or just stroking it, he’d do it so much because it’s often right in front of/below him
  • Willing to fight anyone who makes fun of MC’s height


  • Zen already saw MC as cute, so with a small height he would melt every time he saw MC
  • He thinks it’s adorable how his s/o always tries to keep up with his pace (because he takes longer steps)
  • Loves watching MC trying to reach for high stuff, then giving up and asking him for help
    • MC: *trying to reach a bowl for eating cereal from a shelf they can’t reach* “Dammit… Zen?”
    • “Yes, MC?”- Zen while entering the kitchen
    • “C-can you help me get a bowl please?”
    • Zen suddenly has this huge and dorky smile, nods, and goes to help MC
  • Doesn’t tease MC for their height, knows that some people are sensitive about physical characteristics and would respect MC


  • Doesn’t pay too much attention to the fact that MC is short, unless they mention it
    • Though she’s secretly really proud that she’s taller
  • Always helps them reach high things, even if they don’t ask for it
    • She’d just see them reaching for something on their tip toes and would instantly offer to help
  • Any time someone teased them, she’d defend them immediately without a second thought
  • So many cuddles!
    • She’d prefer being the big spoon most of the time, but wouldn’t mind being the small spoon (and would find it so cute when MC tried to hug her with their height)
  • Bending down to kiss MC is honestly one of her favorite things ever, especially when MC goes on their tiptoes to meet her halfway
  • They try to make sure to accommodate to their respective heights as much as possible wherever they live


  • To be honest, he wouldn’t even notice MC’s height, he sees it like a normal thing
  • One thing he really noticed: they had the perfect size for CUDDLING!!!
    • Every time they napped together (because he respects the rule of not sleeping with MC before marriage), he would hug them from behind
    • MC can make themselves a tiny ball and fit perfectly with Jumin
  • Because Jumin is sometimes unaware of things, he occasionally doesn’t notice MC is close to him when they walk together
    • Poor guy feels guilty (he doesn’t show it though) when he calls them to see where they are and finds out they’ve been by his side or behind all the time, apologizes immediately
    • MC just laughs and tell him it’s okay, it was something that happened to them often


  • He’s just, the sweetest about it. He’s always willing to help MC reach something if they need help
  • He won’t start a fight defending MC’s height. He will, however, give them the most disappointed look. No one has been able to defend against the Disappointed Frown™
  • Adores MC regardless of their height, always willing to help out if they ever need to reach something


  • Doesn’t actually notice MC’s height too much
  • He never helps MC get anything down, but slowly all of the upper shelves are emptied
    • Refuses to admit he is doing it to be helpful, he just says he’s sick of hearing MC complain
  • Never would say it, but loves MC’s height with all his heart and would instantly fight anyone who made 

-Mods Rosung and Saemoni

Sick Day

Originally posted by multifandomshippercl

Pairing: Agent Tequila x Reader
Words: 1,577
Summary: When his girlfriend gets sick, it’s up to Tequila to save the day.
Warnings: It’s a thousand plus words of pure fluff and I’m sorry.
A/N: This is entirely a product of being hopped up on cold medicine and wishing I had a Tequila of my own to take care of me. 

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Hands to yourself

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: mild smut, too much fluff

Word count: 1702

Request: by anon, Could you write an imagine where bucky celebrates his and y/n’s anniversary and he can’t keep his hands to himself in a fluffy/smutty kind of way?

A/N: Hope you all like this! I’ve been busy all weekend but I managed to get this out! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated <3

Originally posted by bucha-nan

It was hard to believe that you had been married to Bucky for a year. Time seemed to fly, being attached at the hip to the love of your life. Your wedding was small and simple, held in a local church. There were not many guests or many decorations but it was everything you ever wanted and more. All that mattered was Bucky. Today was your anniversary, so obviously Tony would be using it as an excuse to throw a massive party. 

You and Bucky were set to arrive at the tower from your off site apartment in an hour. The steam fogged up your bathroom mirror and you swiped at it with your hand to help it dissipate. Removing the towel from around your body, you wrapped it around your hair and twisted it until it sat on top of your head. You poked at your face for a minute but then decided to get dressed before fixing your makeup. 

The bathroom door creaked open and the cool air made goosebumps appear all over your naked body. You shivered and immediately went to the dresser to find some underwear. You hadn’t noticed Bucky standing in the doorway of your bedroom until you felt his firm hands grip your hips from behind. 

He leaned forward and you could feel his breath fan across your skin. He placed a hot open mouthed kiss to your neck. A different kind of shiver racked your body. His lips were relentless as he trailed down your spine. Taking his time making sure to worship every part of you. At that point, finding underwear was long forgotten. He sucked on your hip for a moment, being sure to mark you and then turned your body around so you were facing him. 

The sight of him kneeling before you was so erotic you almost collapsed. He kissed and licked the front of your left hip slowly coming closer to your core and then moving farther away, teasing you.

 “Buck please” you moaned. You could feel his smirk on your hip as he obeyed you and kissed his way to your center. Your hands found their way into his hair and you guided him where you wanted him. You were lost in him, and he was definitely lost in you. That is until you remembered that you were supposed to be getting ready.

You held both the sides of his face and gently lifted him off of you. He grumbled at the loss of contact and looked up at you curiously.

 “Love, we have to get ready. Tony is expecting us in less than an hour” you smiled guilty down at him still kneeling in front of you. He looked disappointed but stood up next to you and kissed your cheek.

 “Do we have to go?” He whined and gave you his best puppy dog eyes. For a moment you were considering pushing him over to your shared bed and letting him do whatever he wanted to you. Quickly you snapped out of your irresponsible thoughts and looked at him sternly.

 “Yes darling we have to go. The party is for us after all.”

“Well if it’s for us we should be able to decide whether we want to go or not” Bucky persisted. 

“Come on it’ll be fun! Besides, we’ll have plenty of time to finish what we started after the party” you winked at him and took his large hand in yours. 

“Now help me pick out something to wear.”

20 minutes into your outfit search and you both had come up empty handed. You held up dress after dress but each of them didn’t sit right with you. Bucky wasn’t much help. He said that same thing each time you tried one on. ‘You look beautiful’. You would roll your eyes playfully and then you’d be back to square one. 

Frustrated and running out of time to get ready, you settled on a knee length champagne silk dress. It had a halter top and more of a babydoll fit. It made you feel beautiful. Bucky was no longer paying attention to you because he was getting himself ready. His snug dress pants made his ass look fantastic but you pushed away those thoughts and walked over to him. 

“So how do I look?” You asked waiting for the same response you got for all the other dresses. 

“Wow- okay you can’t wear that to the party” he groaned. His pupils were blown and he licked his lips. 

“What do you mean? I like this dress” you said clearly disappointed. 

“Doll, trust me, I love this dress. It’s just that if you want to actually get to the party you’re going to have to change. I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself with you looking like that” he smirked at you and you laughed at his coy remarks. 

“Well I think I’m going to wear it anyway and you, Mr. Barnes, are going to have to find a way to control yourself” you purred and placed your hand on his chest. Now you were teasing him. 

“Darling, you are going to be the death of me, I swear” he huffed with an exasperated look. Obviously your teasing had its intended effect on Bucky and you were pleased with yourself. You giggled at the expression on his face and leaned in to kiss his jaw. Seeing how flushed his face was, you turned away from him to fix your hair and makeup. 

Bucky stood directly behind you the whole time and occasionally brushed his metal hand up and down your back, making you shiver yet again. Your eyes met his in the mirror in front of you. He smirked at you, knowing that his close proximity to you was the reason you were biting your lip. After you were finished with your hair and makeup, he snaked his hands around your waist and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“You are so pretty” he remarked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Even though you had been married to him for a year and had been dating him for 3, his compliments always caught you off guard. Your face broke into a smile and your eyes flitted away from his, clearly flustered. You craned your neck to face him and leaned up to kiss his jaw.

“Come on darling, let’s go. The cab should be waiting for us outside” you beamed and fluffed your hair one last time before slipping on your shoes and gripping your husband’s hand for balance. He chuckled at the clumsiness you possessed in which he had fallen in love with, and made sure to keep you upright. After you were settled in your shoes Bucky lifted your hand to his mouth and left a gentle kiss there. He then led you to the door and out of your apartment.

On the walk to the cab you realized that you should’ve brought a jacket and were visibly uncomfortable. Bucky noticed and shrugged his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. You smiled in appreciation and he reached forward to open the car door for you. 

You were about ten minutes out from Stark tower and Bucky’s hand was resting on your leg. He had been cracking jokes to whole ride and for moment you stopped listening just to study his face. It was still a wonder to you, how effortlessly handsome he was.

Bucky became slightly worried when you didn’t laugh at what he had said and only looked at him with a curious expression.

“Y/N? You okay doll?” he questioned and rubbed your knee with his thumb.

“How did I get so lucky?” you responded absentmindedly and with a new surge of spontaneity, you reached into your purse and grabbed your phone. 

Hey Wanda, let Tony know that we’re not gonna make it tonight. Tell everyone to take a shot for us and have a good time! ox’ 

“Driver?” you called and Bucky quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Can you bring us back to where you picked us up? There have been a change of plans.” You winked at Bucky. His face split into a smile and he reached over to hold your hand. The driver made a quick U-turn and you were on your way home. 

“I was thinking it over and I decided that you were right. The only person I need with me to celebrate our anniversary, is you.” his smile grew until his nose was all scrunched up in that way you love and his eyes seemed to sparkle.

You pulled up in front of your apartment building and Bucky ran around to the your side of the car to open the door for you. You chastised him about opening doors for you all the time, claiming that you could open the door for yourself. He always responded with the same phrase, ‘Old habits die hard doll’ so eventually you had just gotten used to him doing it.

He took your hand as you climbed out of the cab and then wrapped his arm around your waist. You walked inside like this and once you reached your apartment, you started to dig through your purse for your key. 

Bucky, standing slightly behind you, grabbed your ass with both of hands, after making sure there was no one in the hallway. You grinned at him over your shoulder.

“I guess I don’t have to keep my hands to myself now” He smirked at you.

“I was hoping that you wouldn’t. If you thought I looked good with this dress on, you should see me with it off” you sang and pulled him into the apartment with you. He moaned and bit down on your shoulder lightly before picking you up and placing you gently on the bed.

He looked down at you with admiration for a moment and then finally spoke. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Now come here” You giggled and began to lift your dress over your head and you pulled him down to you.

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea! Mulder (somehow) finds what appears to be a stuffed flukeman for Will and Scully nearly has a heart attack :)

This was such a cute prompt - thank you, anon. I hope it turned out all right. 

Scully closed the door to her apartment, sighing when she saw all the boxes neatly lined up. Tomorrow was the big day, as she and Mulder had explained to William months ago; moving day. She had meant to come home earlier today, just to spend some more time in these four walls that used to be her home for so long. But a class had run late, a student had needed help with an assignment and she had called Mulder hours ago to tell him she wasn’t going to make it. Now she was so late that even the coat rack, which had been right next to the door, was gone.

Somewhere in the apartment, she heard Mulder talking to himself, or maybe to Will. She sighed again, as if that would summon the coat rack, before she put it on one of the boxes instead. Scully toed off her shoes and shuffled into the kitchen to get a glass of water. They no longer had glasses, they were all packed up, but Mulder had put out some of William’s colorful plastic cups to use.

“Mommy!” Small feet stamped through the apartment and Scully just about managed to set down her cup before the toddler threw himself at her.

“Hey baby.” Scully’s eyes closed on her own volition as she took in his sweet, clean smell. Mulder must have bathed him already. She ran her fingers through his hair, which was still damp, to confirm it.

“You’re home.” The boy exclaimed and his little fists dug into her back almost painfully. There was something in his hand, Scully realized, and she gently pushed Will away to look at him.

“I am, baby. Did you have a nice day with daddy?” Will nodded enthusiastically and grinned as he shoved something into her hand. Scully stared at it for a moment, wondering, wondering and then, as realization hit her, bewildered, as she let the stuffed toy fall to the ground as if on fire. She made a sound she’d never made in her life, scaring Will into a frenzied crying fit, and kicked at the object repeatedly.

“What the…” Mulder appeared in the kitchen, ready to fight. He took in the scene in front of him, just trying to understand it. Will sat on the ground, his new toy forgotten next to him, and Scully was just standing there. Seeing Mulder let her snap back to reality and she picked up Will, holding him tightly against her chest, rocking him gently. He calmed down, wiping his runny nose against her shoulder as he hiccupped with leftover tears.

“Mulder, where did you get that thing? Why did you bring it into the house?” Scully kicked the toy again so that it landed in front of Mulder’s feet. He picked it up and had the audacity to grin at her.

“Don’t you think it’s cute?”

“Cute? Mulder, it’s a worm!”

“Fluky?” William, no longer crying, twisted in his mother’s arm, reaching out to get at his new fluffed friend. Mulder handed it to him and Scully’s eyes widened making Mulder laugh. William hugged the stuffed flukeworm as if it were the cutest, fluffiest thing he’d ever seen. Carefully, Scully set her son down and watched helplessly as he pet the toy’s head.

“Where did you even… how… Mulder?”

“It was a gift,” he explained to her, putting his arms around her and clasping his hands behind her back. He leaned down to kiss her lips briefly, a smile ever present on his face. “The guy’s from evidence gave it to me.” Scully continued to stare up at him, waiting for more.

“They had it for years, apparently. Do you remember the flukeman case, Scully?” His eyes sparkled knowing that of course she remembered it. As if she could ever forget that case.

“A guy made it wanting to show it to his girlfriend, who didn’t believe a thing like that could exist. He put it in a box and they would get it out whenever someone new started to work there.”

“Why, Mulder?”

“I don’t know. To see how they’d react, I suppose.”

“No, why did you bring it home? It’s bad enough we had to deal with the actual thing. What is it even made of? Is it safe?” They both looked down at William, who was lost in his own little world, talking to his stuffed flukeman.

“It’s made out of felt, Scully. It was a gift from evidence. To mark the happy occasion that spooky Mulder is finally leaving the FBI.”

“I don’t care if it was a gift. Mulder, we can’t possibly let our son play with a giant, blood-sucking worm.” She whispered, hoping that William couldn’t hear them; the boy didn’t even react.

“Will loves his Fluky,” Mulder replied softly, “to him, it’s not a monster.” That much was obvious, Scully had to admit. She dug her nails into Mulder’s arm as she saw Will leave a big, wet kiss on the toy’s head.

“See? That’s love, Scully.” To mark his point, he left a kiss on her cheek.

“If he ends up having nightmares, you’ll deal with it.” Scully told him earnestly.

“Of course,” he promised, “and just in case you end up having nightmares about our stuffed flukeman, I know just what to do, too.”  

PROMPT: Person A is wrapped in a blanket burrito, so Person B and C decide to take advantage of this and relentlessly tickle A. (Link to Prompt: here)

- The day wasn’t going well for Remus.

- He had been misgendered at least 8 times today

- And it was all thanks to that stupid Snape he unfortunately worked with.

- He kept misgendering him so much that a few of the customers at the café had started to, too.

- He was fed up with it, but the café was the only place that had decent enough hours to earn a steady income and still go to university. 

- Once he got back to his apartment, he was sad to realise he was on his own. 

- Both of his significant’s must still be in lectures.

- He knew he should really spend this unusual quiet time getting some studying done, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

- He felt too uncomfortable and felt the dysphoria seeping in. 

- So he did the only thing that would make him feel better in this moment.

- He stripped down to his boxers and took his binder off.

- Pulled on a pair of Sirius’ fleeced pyjama bottoms.

- Pulled on James’ oversized ACDC shirt.

- Fluffed out their duvet across their custom built bed (curtsey of James)

- Lay down on one end

- And rolled himself up in a blanket burrito. 

- It could have been an hour later, or five minutes later, but at some point, Remus fell into a deep burrito sleep.

- Sirius and James both came home at the same time

- They picked up some apple pie for Remus’ from his favourite bakery on the way home to treat him because Sirius just had a ‘feeling’ that something wasn’t right.

- “I can’t tell you how I know James, I just feel it. Something isn’t right.”

- “I know love, I feel it too. He hasn’t replied to any of our messages all day. But its okay, we’re home now. I’ll put the pie in the fridge and you go see where our little Moony is at.”

- He left a small kiss on Sirius’ lips and pushed them toward their bedroom door.

- They slowly let themselves in to see the cute little Burrito-Moony lay asleep in the middle of their bed.

- Their heart just swelled at the sight of him. 

- The noise of the door arouse Remus from his slumber and his gaze settled on Sirius.

- “Hi Moons,” Sirius whispered lightly and climbed up onto the bed. 

- Instead of replying, Remus just ducked his head down into the little burrito.

- “Hey! Where you going?” Sirius giggled

- “Errrrrrrrh” Remus groaned, burying himself further down into the covers.

- He didn’t want to tell his significant’s about his bad day otherwise they’d go down to the cafe and beat the crap out of Snape.

- Not that he didn’t want that, but it would mean he’d most likely loose his job.

- Again.

- “Moony!” Sirius chuckled, trying to pull his boyfriend out of the burrito with no such luck.

- “James! Our Moony is hiding!” They sat up and shouted towards the kitchen.

- “Well, we can’t have that, now, can we?!” James shouted back, entering the room and climbing up onto the other side of the bed.

- James threw himself on top of the burrito and attempted to cuddle it.

- But Remus just groaned louder and sunk further down.

- Sitting back up, James shared a mischievous look with Sirius.

- “Why, Padfoot. I do believe this calls for some drastic measures.”

- “Why, Prongs. I do believe that you are correct!”

- “Noooo” Remus cutely whined from under the covers.

- Then everything went quiet and still.

- Remus’ stupidly chanced a look as to what James and Sirius were doing by popping his head out of the duvet.

- Big. Mistake.

- “TICKLE ATTACK!” They screamed in unison. 

- “ARGH!!” 

- Both Sirius and James bounced on top of Remus and began their tame attack on Remus, making him squirm and uncontrollably giggle.

- “We can’t have no sad’s on our Moony, can with Prongs?”

- “No we can not, Padfoot!”

- “O-oo-okay! Okays! No sad’s! No sad’s! Stoo-oo-op!” 

- Remus was crying with laughter.

- Once they finally coxed him out of his little one-man burrito, they rearranged themselves so it was a three-person-burrito instead. 

- Remus was in the middle, Sirius on the left and James on the right. 

- There were soft little kisses that his significants left all over his face and neck to relax him, which definitely worked.

- Sighing with happiness, he succumbed to the cuddles.

- “Are you going to tell us what’s wrong, Moons?” Sirius asked with a small, concerned voice.

- Remus kissed their lips chastely, then turned to kiss James.

- “Maybe later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this.”

- “We love you, Moony.” James nuzzled at his neck, leaving open-mouth kisses along his pulse point.

- “I love the both of you too. So, so much.”

S.Coups barista!au

I’m back! Here’s that barista au, thanks for requesting!


- He’s the manager, but he definitely comes out and works making drinks and taking orders as much as he can because lbr this man likes to pull his weight

- He wears some light blue jeans and a nice white t-shirt (not those undershirt t-shirts, like a nice material, better neckline, etc…) under the black apron, and he’s got the hat on with his hair fluffing out underneath

- Always does the heavy lifting whenever there’s a need to refill something big or move things around, because he is Hercules incarnate

- He personally has a taste for good old fashioned americano

- but he also likes a little chocolate on occasion so he’ll do a mocha if he’s feelin’ it, it all just depends, but he never goes for lattes or anything like that

- He takes good care of his employees, working out any issues reasonably, and everyone looks up to him as a boss, but he’s also fun to have around, he’s really sweet and he just has that sort of ‘I take care of everyone’ vibe

- He’s always smiling when he’s working out front but he’s not goofing off, he’s working really hard

- So, it’s the heart of autumn, and you find a shortcut to work that’s easier than the way you’ve been taking every morning, and this coffee shop is on the way and it looks great so one day you leave early so you can go there and grab a drink and a scone

- You walk in and there are about three other people in line, and seungcheol is the name on the nametag of the guy who’s taking orders *winkwink

- You get up to the front of the line pretty fast becaue he’s very personable with the customers but he’s also still working really fast

- and when you get to the front, he gives you a smile and asks you what you’d like

- and you have no idea, so you ask him what’s good here

- so he leans on the counter with his head propped and his elbows leaning on the marble and looks at you intently for a moment, smirking playfully

- and you chuckle a little which he thinks is cute BUT ANYWAY

- “Well if you’re going for straight coffee, our Brazilian roast is pretty good, but if you’re looking for something a little more fun, I think I know just the thing”

- “and what’s that?”

- “a surprise” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, and you laugh. “go for it”

- he smiles and turns around to whip something up, and when he’s done he turns back to you and slides the cup across the counter to you and then leans back to cross his arms across his chest as he waits for your reaction

- you pick up the cup and take a small sip, and then make a face as if you’re trying to decide what you think of the drink

- in reality it’s delicious, it’s got rich coffee, vanilla, and caramel flavors all swirling around together having a hot lil autumn party in your mouth and its fantastic

- but no way are you going to just out and tell him how amazing a barista he is, oh no, he seems like way too much fun for that

- so you look at him and hum “ehh, it’s alright” as you smirk a little

- “alright? Alright? It’s the most delicious thing you’ve probably had all fall, admit it.”

- you laugh “how much is it gonna cost me?”

- “It’s on the house.”

- You look up at him with your eyebrows raised in surprise. “are you sure that’s okay? Won’t your manager be mad at you?” He laughs (because the manager is HIM which you clearly didn’t notice when you read his name off of his name tag mwahahaha)

- “I don’t think he’ll mind too much. Think of it as an investment in a future regular customer.”

- “ooh, so confident, are ya?”

- “I am”

- Soooooooo he was right

- That was a Friday, so you went back the next Monday, and he gave you a smile as soon as you walked in. When you got to the counter, he asks “what can I get for you this time?”

- “surprise me again” He smiles again and whips up another delicious drink, this one different from the last, it was a pumpkin spice with caramel sort of thing, just as good as the last.

- He tried to put it on the house, but you were like Seungcheol, NOOOO there are other customers behind me, are you going to make all their drinks free? Lemme pay

- … so he charged you the price of a small black coffee (basically nothing)

- and it kept going like this, and every time he had a new drink for you, sometimes it was from the menu, sometimes not.  This went on for two more weeks, and secretly, he’d started cooking up new drink ideas just for you in the last week or so

- On the third day, it was particularly busy so he got your name to put on the cup, and every day after that, he greeted you by name when you walked in and you did the same to him

- after those two weeks of that, you wound up going in after work again because you’d had a busy day at work and had more work to do for tomorrow and you needed caffeine, and much to your surprise, he was there working

- the shop was close to empty, so he took his time and chatted with you

- When he started cleaning machines and such, you took a short break and the two of you chatted while he did some cleaning of machines and stuff. He asked you about work, and you asked him about his drinks and stuff, you found out his favorite was this rich pumpkin spice mocha thing he came up with a year or so back, and once you were both done with your work, he stopped you before you left and made one for you

- “my number’s on the side so if you ever need any more late night caffeine buzzes just call me and I’ll hook you up.  Or we could go on a real date sometime.” He handed the cup to you and he was smiling and being super chill

- so you were all like “I might just take you up on that.” You smiled back at him

- “which part, the caffeine or the date?”

- “You’ll see” (it was the date, btw. You meant the date part. But, hey, it’s fun to mess with him a little)

The Whole Day - (Dan Howell x Reader)

A/N: smuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut. That’s all. Enjoy! xx

Warning: Smut

Originally posted by dansintobdsm

A cool, Autumn breeze drifted through your hair as you made your way down the pavement. Leaves littered the ground and crunched beneath your boots. You were on your way to your friends Dan and Phil’s flat. 

Phil was out for the day running errands so Dan was bored and alone. Earlier in the day than you had expected, a text popped up on your phone from your close friend. He had asked you to come over and binge watch the new season of Attack on Titan with him. He had also implied later, with a winky face or two, that they had the WHOLE day to themselves. How could you refuse?

You pulled your scarf around your neck a little tighter as you ascended the stairs to the flat. As you walked up the steps, you texted Dan that you were outside. By the time you reached the door, Dan was already standing there in his pajama pants and a baggy gray t-shirt. 

“It took you long enough,” he said with a cheeky grin, “I was considering starting without you!”

You playfully pushed Dan on your way through the door, a heat rising in your cheeks as you felt his body brush against yours. “You know it wouldn’t be as fun without me,” you pestered, looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

Dan’s face flushed a deep crimson and he rubbed the back of his neck with one large hand. Dan followed you deeper into the flat, and on the way you took off your scarf, coat, and boots. “I’ll go grab some snacks,” Dan said with a soft smile. As soon as he left, you made yourself comfortable on the couch, fluffing your hair and pulling your shirt collar down just a little father so your cleavage showed. You tucked yourself in next to Dan’s spot, tucking your legs up under you and twisting your torso just enough so that your chest would be the first thing he noticed. 

You heard Dan’s shuffled steps as he walked into the living room, hesitated, and then took his usual spot on the couch. Turning your head to face Dan, you smiled softly and looked at him gently. “So…” you said, those winky faces in the back of your mind. 

Dan swallowed hard and set down the snacks, grabbing the remote. “So, ready for some freaking Attack on Titan?!” he replied, his voice cracking slightly. You didn’t object and gladly sat there as he fired up the show. 

Unfortunately, however, you couldn’t pay attention like you wanted to. You knew that Dan said you had all day but… you had ALL DAY. For quite some time now, there had been this growing tension between Dan and yourself. One night, a few weeks prior, you and Dan had shared a kiss on this same couch. It didn’t escalate to much more because Phil had walked in right on cue. This was your chance to relieve this tension and you could tell that Dan wanted to.

Every now and then, you would catch him sneaking glances at your body, surveying you and biting his lip. During the second episode, Dan draped an arm around your shoulders, flashing you a rather confident smile as you stole a glance at him. Nothing, however, happened. You dragged on, episode after episode, with Dan talking about his theories and thoughts between each one. 

Between the fourth and fifth episode, you sat facing Dan, him gushing over the episodes ending and you reacting in much the same way. You sat and smiled as he continued. It was honestly very adorable, watching him get this excited about something he loved. His excitement was turning you on more than anything, though. 

His jaw clenched as he got frustrated over certain scenes. His dimples grazed his cheeks as he thought of others. Every now and then, his tongue would slide over his lower lip, wetting it as he talked. He was doing it on purpose. You could see it in his warm eyes. 

Impulsively, you pressed yourself against Dan, smashing your lips against his in the process. Your hands shot to his curls, dragging your fingers through his soft hair. His hands instantly went to your hips, pulling you to straddle his lap, responding to your kiss with equal intensity.  

A groan escaped his soft lips as you began to grind your hips against his. His large hands moved to your ass, slipping beneath the waistband of the leggings you were wearing. With his hands massaging your ass, you remove your shirt in one swift motion, tossing it to the floor and attaching your lips to the sensitive skin of Dan’s neck. 

“Fuck, (Y/N),” Dan moaned, “I’ve wanted this for so long.” You hum against Dan’s throat in agreement, trailing your lips down to his collarbone. You suck and bite small purple marks into Dan’s skin, smirking at your handiwork. 

Dan then flipped you onto your back, placing himself between your legs after removing his shirt. He ground his hips into you like his life depended on it. It was now his turn to pepper your exposed flesh with love bites. You tried to bite back your moans of pleasure but the fiery feeling of Dan’s erection grinding into you made that impossible. 

In a quick motion, the heat and pressure of Dan’s body left you as he propped himself up on his knees. He removed your yoga pants, leaving you in only your thong. With a tenderness that sent chills up your spine, Dan hovered over you as he kissed his way down your neck, over the curves of your breasts, down your stomach, and ending with a gentle kiss to your clothed heat. He took the thong between his teeth, dragging your underwear down your legs and tossing them to the floor. Dan licked a long stripe up your folds, a string of saliva trailing behind. 

You entangled your fingers once again into Dan’s hair as he pressed his face between your trembling legs. He nipped and sucked in all the right places. His tongue swirled around your sensitive clit. One of his hands reached up to fondle your breast while the other slipped a finger into your wet core. He pumped in an out gently, building up speed as he added another finger. He then began to curl his fingers inside of you, grazing your g-spot.

“Dan…” you moaned, arching your back and pushing yourself against Dan’s face. He hummed and moaned against your folds, the vibrations sending your nerves into overdrive. You could feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. “Dan.. Dan, I’m gonna…” you stammered out. Before you could finish, Dan pulled away from you. You whimpered in disappointment, your orgasm shuddering on the edge of release. 

He gave you a playful smirk as he removed his pajama pants and boxers, his hardened cock springing free. You bit your lip, squirming in anticipation as Dan hovered over you again. He teased you with the tip of his cock, getting a whimper from you. Dan attached his lips to yours, biting your bottom lip as he slid himself into you. You yelped into Dan’s mouth as you adjusted to his thick size. 

You gently dug your nails into Dan’s shoulders as he began to glide in and out of you. “Oh, fuck,” Dan whispered, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. It wasn’t long before Dan began hitting your g-spot, eliciting a pornographic moan from you. At this, Dan sped up his pace, one hand entangled in your hair and the other gripping the couch so hard his knuckles began to turn white. 

Your orgasm was building again, with more intensity this time. Dan’s cock twitched inside of you, letting you know that he was close, as well. He moaned your name with every thrust as they became sloppier and more desperate. 

At the sound of your name slipping from his lips like honey, your orgasm spilled over, sending euphoric shudders through your body. Dan’s hot body against yours prevented you from arching your back but you could feel yours muscles clench in pleasure. The moan of Dan’s name that escaped your lips as you were coming down from your high caused Dan to finally release. You felt his warm cum fill you up with a few last thrusts before the tired man pulled out of you. 

He collapsed against your sweat slicked body, placing soft kisses against your shoulder. “That was,” Dan panted, “that was amazing.”

You smiled softly, kissing Dan’s earlobe and gently stroking his hair. “I could do that again,” you whispered in his ear. Dan propped himself up on his elbows, staring down at you with dark eyes. 

“Well, we do have the WHOLE day,” he said, his voice low and raspy. He placed a tender kiss against your lips, caressing your cheek in one warm hand. You smiled against his soft lips, scratching the back of Dan’s head tenderly. 

As if on cue, the front door clicked unlocked and was opened in a rush. “Dan,” Phil shouted into the flat, “help me carry up the groceries!” As Phil spoke, the two of you quickly began dressing, in case Phil decided to venture into the living room. Now clothed, Dan looked at you apologetically, his face streaked with crimson. 

You just giggled and walked over to the tall man, placing a hand on his chest. “We HAD the whole day,” you giggled. Dan smiled, embarrassed. You stood on your tip-toes and gently kissed Dan. He placed his hands gingerly on your waist and leaned into the kiss. 

“So, is that a no on helping me with the groceries?” Phil laughed, leaning against the door way.

Tags: @summer-solemnly-swears

As she rests her head on her soft, fluffed up pillow she thinks about him. The moment his name grasps onto her mind, she feels a sharp tear roll down her delicate skin. Betrayal. The only thing she could hear, smell and think of. “I thought he was the one, I was right. He was the one who shattered my heart.” One girl, one boy, it’s funny how so much purity could become so rotten, so quickly.

chew-ie  asked:

/Really/ late happy HC: Keith never dries his hair after showering. Galra heritage + healthy body and all, he's never caught a cold from not drying his hair so he's like -shrug- I don't see the need for it. But whenever Shiro catches Keith wandering around with wet hair, he grabs a towel, sits Keith down, and then dries Keith's hair. But eventually, Shiro's just running his fingers through Keith's hair and Keith is leaning back into him. And they sit like that for a while, content and relaxed.

awww that’s so sweet!! ;; Shiro probably has those really nice, plush, super fuzzy towels and he dries Keith’s hair until it gets all fluffed up. It’s adorable. 
And Keith thinks those towels are super cozy so he’ll just do that fucking thing where he wears it on his head after lmao. Shiro definitely combs Keith’s hair out first though. I always support the headcanon that Shiro likes playing with Keith’s hair, it’s just long enough to run your hands through and twirl little tufts around your finger. 

I also believe that, despite being touch averse with people he doesn’t know well, Keith is actually also very touch starved and tactile. So it feels really comforting whenever Shiro tousles his hair or combs his fingers through it. He’s been deprived of little physical reassurances like that sense he was little, and it’s means so much to finally receive such tender affection. It feels like home. 

Monster Kisses
  • The three bee monsters: When these three boys kiss you it’s all at once. They simply adore to devour your attention and make you squirm. Each kiss is feathery light and it’s never just one kiss, they leave ticklish trails all over any exposed skin.
  • The Centipede Monster: He can’t really kiss because he doesn’t have lips, but he nuzzles against you all the time. He’s also more of a biter anyway; likes to mark what’s his so other suitors will stay away from you.
  • The Three headed cave monster: They take turns of course, they don’t want to overwhelm you. And they don’t want to loom over you either so they always get close to the ground and angle their faces upwards to meet yours. Their kisses are delicate and hesitant and you feel like you constantly have to remind them that you are not made of glass. And of course each kiss requires your face to be engulfed in wriggling tentacles, not that you mind really.
  • Cosmic entity #4: They’re eager to kiss you any chance they get and their lips are surprisingly plush. They will coil their massive serpentine body around you, their shimmery gold skin glinting in the light as they move. And they’ll keep you immobilized until they’re satisfied they’ve spoiled you silly with kisses.

Some of my characters:

  • Benjamin/Sarus: Being a robot the last thing you expected was for Ben to be physical with you, but he showed great curiosity in human affection early on…especially in kissing. Kissing him produces the same kind of lovely effect of holding a warm mug of tea in your cold hands. He’s so warm and when he kisses you his warmth seems to seep out of him and fill you up from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. When Sarus kisses you though…he’s much rougher, but not at all without all the love you feel when Ben is in control. It’s just expressed differently, which is understandable, there’s nothing delicate about the way Sarus does anything.
  • Nocturne x Ebony: Ebony is very reluctant to receive any kind of affection from the giant moth monster who calls itself his boyfriend. But he’s so used to Nocturne’s presence that sometimes he lets things slip, like at night time. When he’s curling up in his nest, fluffing up his feathers to stay warm, the massive cotton ball likes to give him a little peck on the very top of his head before laying over him. You’d be surprised how warm a massive moth man can keep you at night.
  • Christoph X Victor: Christoph is always finding new ways to pamper his small faceless companion. He wants Victor to feel absolutely cared for and spoiled. Even his clones join in on the fun of spoiling Victor. Victor was intimidated at first by all these massive insect men, basically twice his height, all wanting to treat him like some precious treasure. But he’s gotta admit, being petted and kissed from practically every direction by the same loving creature is uh….pretty cool.

anonymous asked:

Prompt sort of can you like show us the conversation akashi and masaomi had while he was in the hospital in hawaii? Totally fine of u can't understand how busy u must be or akafuri fluf of ur choice god I just love how u portray akafuri and masayou💖 anyway big fan of ur D:M series love ur works can't wait for the nijimura story hope u have a blast see ya!!!

On his fifth day in the hospital, Masaomi comes to see him.

He appears abruptly in his room and looks him up and down with an analytical eye and Akashi only watches him as he does so.

“You look remarkably healthy for someone who was reportedly in a coma for two days,” Masaomi announces. This is the first thing he says to Akashi after seeing him post-kidnapping. Masaomi flips through the charts the doctors left at the foot of his bed and says, “Your numbers are healthy. Why are you still here, Seijuurou?”

He is still here because Furihata is still here. But Akashi is not going to admit that to anyone, much less this man. “The doctors thought it best to monitor my vitals and I have unfinished business to attend to,” Akashi replies mildly.

“Why were you even in a coma? You don’t have any external wounds.”

Akashi remembers something Midorima once told him about Kishitani Ryohei. Midorima had said, “I don’t want him knowing what I did. I don’t want him to think of me as a monster.”

“I took control of a man’s mind and then shot him in the head while I was still inside,” Akashi replies. He never saw the point in hiding who he was from Masaomi. “It had repercussions upon my consciousness that I have since recovered from.”

“Well, that seems like a remarkably inefficient way to kill a man,” Masaomi says, sitting down at one of the guest chairs in Akashi’s room. “You couldn’t have just Ordered him to kill himself?”

“It was the most optimal way available to me at the time,” Akashi replies.

“Hm,” Masaomi says, in a neutral sort of way. Looking down at Akashi he says, “I am sure you realize how disappointed I am with you on how this all went down.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Even making allowances for the fact that you are sixteen years old and any sixteen-year-old might find themselves in unfortunate life-threatening situations, I would have expected you to have resolved this more quickly and with less inconvenience to others.”

“I will endeavor to do better next time, Father.”

“Good,” Masaomi says, nodding once. “I have invested a lot of time, money, and resources in you as my heir, and it would be exceedingly annoying to have to start all over with someone else if something happened to you.”

“You could always sire a child yourself,” Akashi points out.

“What? And start completely from scratch? Have you ever been around a human baby? They’re the most useless creatures in existence. Dogs are more intelligent. Not to mention more useful.”

Akashi looks down at his hands. He doesn’t acknowledge what Masaomi said, but he knows it is the man’s way of letting him know that he had been concerned. Akashi has no intention of being sappy about this, but having just experienced a reminder of what his life would have been like had he never escaped Teiko, he can objectively state that the life he has now is preferable. (Not that he would say it. He wouldn’t ever say that. But still.)

“You give yourself too much credit for my own inherent superiority, Father. I have seen you with horses, I highly doubt you could train a dog, much less a human baby.”

Masaomi sputters and Akashi is glad at least that this can return to normal. He is glad he has a “normal” where he can return.

A/N:  Hahaha, I hope you weren’t expecting something heartwarming from these two, anon-friend. Thanks for the prompt! Now that I am trying to retroactively include Masaomi into “You Could Never Wear My Crown” it was a good reunion to have, so thanks!! =D

Hopelessly Romantic

Can you maybe make an imagine about Draco proposing to the reader?

i decided this might be good today? even though its trash i’m sorry

Un-poetic?’ She nodded, fiercely, while digging into her carton of Indian cuisine. ‘I don’t quite understand.’ His girlfriend huffed, sipping from her mug a decent iced tea, then began to explain. ‘Last girl’s night-’
He began to fidget at the phrase. Girl’s Night. It was every man’s nightmare. The three would gossip and giggle, discussing every praise and problem in their relationships. However, he had to treat those two friends almost better than Y/n, because if her best friends didn’t like him, soon, she wouldn’t either. 
‘-Daphne mentioned that Theo took her to the muggle planetarium, and spelled out marry me in the night’s sky.’ After his lack of response, she continued. ‘Blaise and Pansy are a sight for sore eyes. I mean, he got actual reindeer, a cherry red sled, and enchanted the lot to fly around Paris, then proposed on Christmas Eve!’ Draco shrugged, licking curry from his lip. ‘We could apparate to Paris if you want?’ She stood up, scoffing, jutting her hip in frustration. ‘How can you be so…so….un-romantic?’ He quirked a brow, slightly smirking at her adorable anger. It was like a baby bunny yelling at him while twitching its nose and fluffing its tail. ‘I’m not un-romantic.’ She rushed by him, slapping the back of his head. ‘You might not be romantic, but you are most certainly hopeless.’ He chuckled as she slammed the door.
When a woman wants to take things further in a relationship, she will make it known to her partner. Some women are subtle. Some. However, his Y/n was about as subtle as a centaur. At one point, she charmed his shower into flooding him with heart-shaped bubbles. Relentless, that woman. However, on a particular guy’s night, Draco Malfoy decided to take matters into his own wand.
‘Why doesn’t he just apparate to New York? Isn’t Alaska in America, as well?’ Theo tossed a popcorn kernel at the blonde, quieting him down while the muggle actors poured their hearts on the screen. Blaise chuckled, turning in his seat to whisper. ‘They’re average, Malfoy. They can’t travel as quickly.’ He snorted, sipping his Chateau Lafite. A few seconds passed of sappy dialogue until another question popped into his head. ‘Why don’t they just use some amortentia? They’ll smell each other and realize they’re in love.’ ‘Draco-’ ‘I’m just saying that-’ Theo stormed into the kitchen, angrily pulling out a bag of trail mix. ‘I invite you into my home. I let you use my muggle telly. And, what do I get? I’ll tell you what I get; I get two idiots who can’t figure out why Sandra Bullock and Ryan Renolds belong together! Can’t you understand? Its about the bloody romance! Its not romantic if he just poofed after her! He sat on an endless flight, ran from the airport-’ ‘What’s an-’ ‘-to their building, and opened up to her in front of all their coworkers! Its spontaneous, its riviting, its-’ ‘-muggle trash.’ Theo turned a hard glare on Blaise, while the latter snorted into his glass of brandy. ‘You want to impress your maiden? Go magic. Make it rain amortentia, buy her a unicorn, maybe have the Minister set up something. Point is, use what you already know.’ ‘That’s preposterous, that’s-’ 
Draco honestly couldn’t know what those two blabbered on about for the next sixty two minutes. After all, he knew exactly what he was going to do.
The radio halted, Y/n’s soapy head of hair flipped, ungracefully, a tad of shampoo spilling into her eye. As if on cue, her hair flattened against her head, dried, primped, and perfect. Almost like she was under a curse, a long, silver gown floated onto her form, zipping up itself with ease. Her feet mechanically hoisted themselves into stilettos too high for her own good. With a flash, she flew down the steps of their flat, tripping until she flung open the door. ‘Theo? Blaise? What’s going on, what-’
She had to stifle a laugh, groan, and squeal as Draco Malfoy, the bad boy of Hogwarts, strode up to their doorstep dawning a muggle prince costume. He wore a tacky, golden crown, while petting his rental horse, with a complementary horn-headband. Y/n couldn’t believe the sight. With confidence, he hopped off the stallion, landing on his knee while bestowing a pure, red rose. Theo grinned, flicking his wand towards the clouds while Blaise enchanted an awning to form over the bride. A storm cloud swirled, successfully soaking Malfoy from head to toe. ‘Y/n, I’m not very romantic. I spent fifteen hours watching disgusting films, and the rest of my weekend listening to these two idiots talk about Love Actually.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘But, I did it. I sat through the talking, and fluffy nonsense all for you. I’d do anything for you.’ She began to notice his eyes forming their own raindrops, blending into the shower above. ‘Will you do me the honour of being my queen, my partner, my lover, my friend, and will you be, above all, my wife?’ She swallowed down the lump in her throat, throwing caution and comfort to the wind. ‘Yes, you hopeless romantic. A million times yes.’ She ran from Zabini’s protection charm, into the murky storm ahead. All spells broken, she crashed into Draco’s arms as thunder crashed across the sky. It was completely, and utterly unconventional, and downright wrong all together. However, in reality, it couldn’t have been more perfect.

anonymous asked:

I'm liking this blog so far. Could I request DJD/reader?

( Melly’s Mod Notes: I’m glad you do, anon! Hope these headcanons are to you liking since I’m going to assume that this is a group relationship with the reader. I will also be only doing SFW headcanons since it’s not specified if NSFW was desired for this prompt. If you do want NSFW and want individual headcanons for specific characters from the DJD, just shoot in another ask and I’ll get to work on that. )

✦ The human honestly thought they were dead the moment they found themselves on the Peaceful Tyranny. By that point they’ve already learned of the DJD’s reputation and are very nervous as they’re brought to the team. They can only hope that since they’re so small and squishy, their suffering ends quicker.

✦ For some reason they aren’t killed right off the bat nor are they tortured. None of that can happen since the Pet suddenly strolls up to them, takes a few deep sniffs, and licks their face. It’s… It’s disgusting but the Pet showing interest in them helps out a lot since Kaon loves the Pet and wants the Pet happy. So if the Pet wants to keep the disgusting organic fine. Looks like the Pet has a playmate now.

✦ At first Kaon wants nothing to do with the organic. Most he’ll do is make sure they’re fed and watered and threaten them with death should they pull any stunts. Then one day he walks in, aching and tired since the ‘con they cornered didn’t go down easily, and the human asks if he’s alright. He’s surprised and immediately suspicious, wondering if this is some sort of trap but the human must have noticed his suspicions since they assure him that they’re worried for him is all. He doesn’t answer them that night but the night after, when they ask again, he answers simple yes or no questions and that evolves into actual conversations that he finds himself looking forward to. Soon the human tries to prep things for Kaon’s return so it’s more comfortable for him - A cup of energon at his desk, datapads of his favourite works already set up, the Pet’s bed fluffed up. Kaon begins to tolerate their presence more and it soon ventures into liking them. A sign of that? He isn’t threatening to kill them every day now. That’s progress.

✦ Nickel, surprisingly enough, is the second member to interact with them in a friendly fashion. Realising the benefit of another small being on the ship, Nickel more or less strong-armed the human into helping out at the medbay. The close relationship they have with Kaon and the Pet also isn’t lost to her either so perhaps that’s why she felt like she could trust the human in not sabotaging the others. Initially cold and to the point to the human, they grew on her over time with how dedicated they were in doing the job and how they did their best to clean up Helex and Tesarus’ insides after an excursion. They even took her berating and scolding in stride when most folded over in fear. She’s the one who taught Cybertronian to the human so they can communicate with each other without needing to rely on the translator Nickel had originally (and begrudgingly) gave to them. It’s not because she likes the sound of their voice or wants to hear them say, ‘Thank you, Nickel’ or anything. No. Not at all. Shhhh. Shhhhh. Shhhhhhh if you know what’s good for you.

✦ Through being Nickel’s assistant, the human is able to befriend Tesarus and Helex. Having someone else taking care of their insides is new to them and the human attempts to strike up a conversation with is both amusing and pleasant. (And gives them a great excuse to not speak with Nickel when she wants to chew them out. Sorry Nickel! They’re trying to entertain the organic here so they’re real busy.) The two end up liking the human a lot in the end thanks to that cute smile of theirs and their friendly personality. Those are hard to come back in the ship. Tesarus likes to speak with them about what the cause of the Decepticons means and is the one who introduces the human to Megatron’s Towards Peace. Helex’s other pair of arms are smaller and delicate enough for him to pick up the human without fear of hurting them if he wants to give them a hug if they pass by the hallways.

✦ Vos likes speaking with the human and it’s how they become friends. What is he talking about? The human isn’t all that sure. They’ll be going over some medical reports Nickel asked them to read up on and he’ll walk in the medbay, sit down on a chair, and stare at them for a few seconds before speaking. It is the creepiest thing in the world at first but the human picks up the fact he seems kind of lonely whenever he drops by. Like he needs to speak with someone and the human was the only one they could turn to. As a result they try to seriously listen to him. Not through his words but through his body language, his tone and do their best to ensure their ‘hmmms’ and expressions fit the talk they’re having. Apparently it’s enough for him. One day he suddenly reaches out and runs a digit down the the human’s face before carefully, carefully booping the tip of their nose. That’s his way of showing affection and acceptance. Yay…?

✦ Tarn is the most difficult one to make a connection with and it’s mostly his fault. This ‘con is going to be a stubborn one, refusing to speak with the human or even acknowledge their presence unless he absolutely must. Not even Nickel can get him to budge on this point. He’s frustrated to see the others falling for this organic and it makes him feel left out and alone, wondering what sort of charms this human has to get the others to like them so much. The best way to connect with him is through music. Asking him what he likes to listen to and letting him talk about his favourite music, the first time he heard music so beautiful it made him want to cry. Sooner rather than later he’ll ask the human if their species has anything decent to listen to. The classical genre is the best type of music to introduce him to along with letting him first hear the dramatic symphonies and pieces. In return he plays them the Empyrean Suite and, sometimes if they’re working together, he ends up humming the song as his servo subconsciously reaches out to stroke the human’s hair, back. It’s soothing. 

✦ Soon enough the human finds themselves becoming a source of emotional comfort to the group. Nickel coming in to gripe about how the others don’t take care of themselves enough and how she’s worried for them. Vos coming in for… whatever he’s talking about. Tarn coming in to express his doubts about how the others take, perhaps, too much delight in executions since he doesn’t want to lose them to that. They’ll do their best to be a (figurative) shoulder to cry on while giving sensible advice on the member’s current doubts. Sometimes they’ll act on the advice, sometimes they won’t but it means a lot to the ‘cons that the human is willing to hear them out even if some things they talk about are out of their grasp.

✦ Now the human now has all of the DJD in love with them. Congratulations! I hope they don’t mind physical affection because there will be a lot of it with this group considering how touch starved they are in their efforts to keep the personas up. There’ll be a lot of nuzzling, a lot of petting, a lot kissing - mostly the Cybertronian way but Nickel won’t mind an organic’s version of a kiss. Or three. Or hey! Did she tell them to stop? No? Good so keep smooching while she hugs them back.

✦ With how big the ship is, the human will be carried around and there is an occasional fight about who gets to carry them that day. Tarn had to make a schedule on who gets to carry the human when though the human couldn’t help but notice he gave himself the most days. Everyone agrees that Tesarus is never allowed to put the human inside him when helping them get around the Peaceful Tyranny ever again because what the scrap Tesarus. What the scrap.

✦ The DJD know that, sooner or later, they’ll have to let the human go to somewhere ‘safe’ AKA where they can’t easily go to. If any Decepticon saw an organic on the ship and asked them why they were there… It pains them but it’s for the best interests of their humans. In the end it’s Kaon who lets them ‘escape’ officially. He does by ‘accidentally’ leaving the door of his habsuite open one day and taking the Pet with him. All the while loudly talking about how annoying it is that they have to dock their ship and leave the doors of the hanger wide open as Tarn makes his usual trade with that Autobot medic from Delphi. The others surprisingly fail their spot checks too as the human takes the hint to leave by packing their things, writing them goodbye letters, and heading out to Delphi for sanctuary. (Ambulon and First Aid will be so confused by how healthy and fit they are for an organic that had been with the DJD for so long.)

✦ They’ll miss their human but it’s for the best. They’ll keep tabs on Delphi more than ever now since their human is staying there. Surely they’ll be safe in Delphi, Tarn assures them. The Autobots run it and they have a reputation of adopting every little organic they come across. Besides- Pharma is under their thumb. What can he do?

Big Plans

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff.

Author’s Note: This is for Moeyy’s 1k Fluff Fest Challenge. @waywardmoeyy

Prompt: “You are going to plan a date? Okay. Just try not to get us both killed.”

Originally posted by sam-and-dean-winchesters

Dean was the absolute worst at planning anything remotely romantic. So, when he offered to plan a surprise date for you and Sam, you were apprehensive at best.

“You have got to be kidding, Deano,” you huffed at the older Winchester. “You are going to plan a date? Okay. Just try not to get us both killed.” You playfully flicked Dean’s nose as you turned towards the hall. “You have three hours,” you grumbled as you headed towards your bedroom.

Once you entered your room, you shuffled over to Sam, who laid on his back in the middle of your bed. “Sooooo, Dean is planning a date for us tonight.” Your voice was laced with concern.

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Prove It

Originally posted by showandwrite

Request: Chris Argent and the reader is in an open relationship, but the reader is starting to fall in love with Chris and want a real relationship this time. And the pack discovered their relationship and confronted Chris about it, but Chris put it as because he’s just lonely about the lost of his wife and daughter, and nothing more special. But the reader heard it and she started to drift away from him. And a passionate love making to make-up with the reader will do. 

Author’s Note: I love this idea! Been playing around with it for awhile, and now finally starting it haha! I hope you like it, please let me know! Enjoy c:

Warnings: Language; smut


I drifted happily in the state between sleep and being awake. The sheets were soft against my skin, and I stretched out, expecting to find a warm body next to my own. What I got instead was a cold and empty space.

Waking up fully now, I blinked my eyes open, pulling the covers up around my chest. Chris was indeed gone, a note laying on his pillow. With a smile, I picked it up, reading the words.

Don’t worry, dear. I just went to meet with the pack. Should be back soon, maybe I’ll grab donuts on the way ;)      -Chris

Putting the note down, I decided to go ahead and get dressed myself, throwing on the clothes I had worn yesterday. I wonder if I could start keeping some over here, I thought happily. A lazy grin stayed on my lips as I thought of the night we had, and the possibilities to come.

I had been sleeping with Chris Argent for awhile now. I can’t say when exactly it all began or where it would lead, but I knew that I didn’t want it to end. In fact, I was going to talk to Chris about maybe turning this thing into a real relationship. I mean, he liked me and I liked him, we were already having sex, and we spent some pleasant time together outside of the sheets, so why the hell not?

I drove over to Derek’s and parked the car, fluffing up my hair to look a bit more presentable. I climbed the stairs to the loft with a grin on my lips, ready to face everyone and see Chris if he was still.

Boy, did I walk into some shit.

I heard voices drifting from the open loft, so I stopped my climb and stood there to listen. I could hear Chris’ voice and my name being spoken. As I listened, I held my breath.

“I can smell her all over you. You can’t lie to us anymore, Chris,” Scott said, his voice gentle but firm. I heard a sigh, my stomach twisting in knots. Nobody knew about our little arrangement, and they weren’t supposed to find out, at least not like this. “Look we just want you to be honest with us.”

“Alright, you caught us. It’s true, we’ve been sleeping together for some time now,” Chris admitted, making me close my eyes and silently huff. 

“Chris, you do know how much this could ruin everything, for both of you, right? I mean, are you sure this is a good idea? Maybe you should break things off-” Scott was cut off by the deep voice that I loved so much.

“Look, it isn’t what you think, okay?” Now this caught my attention. “It’s just a stress reliever, alright? I lost my wife and daughter both within such a short time…sometimes I just have to forget. It gets to be too much, the loneliness. And Y/N, well, she can take that away for a time.” 

My heart sank.

So I was being used. That’s all he wanted from me, just sex, and no more. I should have guessed. I had never been one for picking out the greatest guys to fall for, but I had really thought that Chris would be different. I really did.

“It isn’t anything more than that, alright? So just…don’t worry about it, about us,” Chris told them. Tears began to well in my eyes at this new realization. It was all dawning on me now. All those early mornings that we laid in bed, waking up next to each other and just studying those blue eyes as they stared at me…those times when he would whispered all those sweet nothings in my ear while he made me feel more pleasure than anyone ever had…the nights that he would wrap his arms around me and kiss the side of my head before we fell asleep…it all meant nothing to him. 

He was simply trying not to feel alone.

Not able to hear anymore, I shook my head, making my way back down the stairs. The tears were making wet trails down my cheeks by the time I reached my car, throwing it in reverse and getting the hell out of there. I drove to my apartment, trying to contain myself at least until I got inside. Once I was there, I let it all out, sobbing loudly into a couch pillow until I couldn’t cry anymore.

There was no way I’d be able to face Chris after this, not after knowing how he felt. I was so invested in him, but clearly he either had no idea, or just simply didn’t care. He wanted sex, and well, I wouldn’t be supplying him with that anymore. He would have to go find some other woman to slip under his sheets. 

Over the next week, Chris tried to contact me. He texted, he called, left voicemails. I didn’t return any of it,  hoping he would get the hint. Just as I thought that he had given up trying, a frantic knocking echoed through my apartment. I put my book down on the couch, making my way to the door and cracking it open.

“Chris? What are you doing here?” I asked, confusion and nervousness lacing my tone. He looked terrible, like he hadn’t slept hardly at all. 

“Y/N, are you alright? You haven’t been answering me, and I thought maybe something had happened-”

“I’m fine,” I interrupted, cutting off his little rant of concern. Chris’ blue eyes studied me carefully before he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Can I come in?”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I mumbled, eyes falling to the floor. If I kept looked at him, I knew I would cave. My whole week’s worth of progress would be down the drain. 

“Why not?” he asked, clearly confused by my response. “Y/N, I’m serious, what the hell is going on? Are you okay?” Chris enunciated the last three words, looking at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. I shook my head with a sigh, opening the door wide and gesturing for him to enter.

“Come in and see for yourself.” Chris walked in, eyes scanning the room. I waited, arms crossed, as he checked it all out. Finally resigning myself to the couch, I grabbed my book and went back to reading.

“Why haven’t you been answering me?” he asked, coming to sit beside me after several minutes. I really didn’t want to have this conversation, but I suppose it had to happen sometime. I turned my focus to him, running a hand through my messy hair.

“I haven’t wanted to talk to you,” I deadpanned. He flinched a bit at my words. Brutal honesty is a bitch, huh?

“And why not?” I just shrugged at him, hoping he would get frustrated and just leave. “Y/N, talk to me. Please,” he urged. With a heavy sigh, I put my book aside and faced him fully.

“I can’t do it anymore, Chris. The little…whatever we had going on. I’m done,” I said. He looked confused, so I continued, my eyes suddenly focused on the coffee table. “I heard you talking to Scott at the loft last week. About us,” I admitted quietly.

“Oh, Y/N..” Chris said, reaching for my hands. Tears were welling in my eyes again, but I was willing them not to fall. Or at least trying to. “I didn’t mean what I was saying-”

“Then why did you say it?” I snapped, standing up suddenly. Anger was starting to overtake my emotions, all the hurt flooding to the surface. “I know you, Chris. You don’t say things you don’t mean, you don’t lie!”

“I’m sorry,” he told me, standing up slowly and walking toward me. I stood my ground, keeping myself from reaching out and melting into his warm embrace. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have said it. But that wasn’t the way I wanted them to find out. I wanted- I wanted to actually be in a relationship with you, a real one, before we told them all. Together.”

“What?” I whispered, several tears leaking from my eyes. Chris stepped closer, thumbs reaching up to wipe them away. 

“I really care about you, Y/N,” he said softly. “I didn’t want to face my feelings before, didn’t want to scare you away and lose you forever. But, I can’t hold it back anymore. I really care about you. I think- I think I may be falling in love all over again.”

“Chris…” As sweet as the words and the admittance was, I couldn’t change the fact that he had still said what he did to the others. “I don’t know if I can trust you. What you said, I mean, it makes sense. Not wanting to be lonely and all..”

“And that part was true!” he insisted. “You make me feel more alive than I have in a long, long time Y/N, in so many ways. I’m not sad when I’m with you. I’m so, so happy, because of you. Please, just…let me show you. Let me prove it to you, Y/N, please..” Chris had pulled me against him, his nose brushing mine as he spoke, voice so desperate and nearly broken. Taking a deep breath, I nodded, giving him permission.

Chris’ lips were on mine in an instant. It was passionate and sweet, threatening to make my knees buckle. I gave in to his touch, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him closer. Chris kissed me hard, asking for entrance that I quickly granted, and dominating my mouth in all the best ways. I couldn’t help the small moan that I let escape from my throat, his fingers tightening their grip on my hips as I did so.

“You are so beautiful, Y/N..” he whispered, his mouth moving to my jawline before venturing to my neck, making me gasp. Chris sucked a mark into my skin right between my neck and shoulder, moving along and occasionally nipping at the sensitive flesh.

I knew I should have fought against this more, stood my ground and told him to leave, but I just couldn’t resist him. He was my weakness, had been since the day he studied my body with those blue eyes while his tongue peeked out to wet his lips as we flirted back and forth. I was a goner from day one, and didn’t I know it.

I felt Chris’ hands travel around my body, squeezing my ass lightly before settling behind my thighs, urging me to jump. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding on as he carried me back to my room, his tongue tasting my skin all the while. Chris laid us down on the bed, his body covering mine as he found his way back to my lips. This kiss was slower, more tentative. Our mouths moved in perfect sync, my hands tangling in his short hair.

His fingers found the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I mimicked his actions, running my hands down his bare chest once it was exposed. Chris made a low sound of appreciation when he saw I had foregone a bra, his mouth making a slow descent down my body. His tongue circled one my nipples while his hand tweaked the other lightly, making me moan and arc against his touch.

“Chris,” I whimpered, hands gripping the sheets. He continued to lavish my chest with attention, murmuring sweet words against my flushed skin. Before I knew it, my sweatpants were on the floor, along with my underwear, and he was kissing his way down. Pushing my knees apart, Chris sucked marks into my inner thighs, teasing the soft flesh until I was practically begging him.

“I could taste you all damn day, Y/N,” he said, shaking his head before licking a stripe up my center. I gasped loudly, my hand finding purchase in his dark hair and tugging the tiny strands. He worked me over thoroughly, taking his time to draw out the pleasure. His tongue circled my clit several times, before running down to my entrance, pushing inside.

“Fuck!” I cried out, my back lifting off the bed at the feeling. I felt Chris smirk against me, but I didn’t care. I was so lost, so intoxicated by this man that I could barely think of my own name. He pushed two fingers into me, his lips wrapping around my bundle of nerves and driving me wild. I was a panting, moaning mess, writhing beneath his touch, wanting so badly to find release. 

“Come for me, Y/N,” he said, his voice low and huskier than usual. Like always, I obeyed, waves of pleasure washing over my entire body. My toes curled into the mattress as I cried his name. Chris worked me through every second, wringing every possible drop of bliss from my body. When I finally started to come down, he gently kissed back up to my lips, one of his hands cradling my face as if I was some delicate doll.

“I need you,” I panted, wrapping my legs around his waist in an effort to coax him. Chris chuckled against my jaw, standing up to remove his jeans and boxer-briefs. I waited impatiently for him to crawl back up the bed to me, nails digging into his strong shoulders when he finally got there. “I need you, please, baby. Fuck me,” I whined in his ear. But Chris shook his head at me.

“Not tonight, Y/N,” he said. “I wanna take this slow, make it last. Show you how I feel.” I met his aqua gaze, holding it as I brought a hand up to cup his stubbly cheek.

“Then make love to me, Chris. Please,” I whispered. He nodded carefully and leaned down to press a sweet kiss to my lips as he gently pushed in, making me let out a sharp gasp. His thrusts were slow and calculated, letting me feel every inch of him. Chris rested his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling between us, moans and grunts of pleasure filling the space as well.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N,” he husked in my ear, gently taking the lobe between his teeth. My hands ran up and down his strong back, feeling the muscles there. “I can’t lose you.”

“M’not going anywhere,” I managed breathlessly, pulling his chest to mine as he hit that sensitive spot inside me. “I need more, Chris, please.” He obliged, quickening his pace and going deeper, making me call his name to the ceiling. One of his calloused hands palmed my breasts, his lips suckling at my neck as I clutched onto him for dear life, stars invading my vision.

“I’m sorry about what I said, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, reaching up to intertwine his fingers with mine next to my head. I was gasping quietly, my legs wrapped around his thighs as the pleasure started to build low in my stomach yet again.

I pulled Chris down into a passionate kiss, saying everything I needed to in that gesture alone. He returned my fervor, tongue tangling slowly with mine as his thrusts became sloppier. My orgasm was unexpected and intense, rolling through me and making my body shake. Chris watched my expression as he continued to move, finally succumbing to his own pleasure and groaning my name into the crook of my neck.

We stayed like that for awhile, my hand running through his hair as we both caught our breath. Chris finally pulled out, moving to lay next to me under the sheets. His arms wrapped around my waist, drawing me against him. I traced tiny patterns on his chest before mustering up the courage to speak.

“So, what now?” I asked quietly, not looking up to meet his eyes. Chris put two fingers under my chin, tilting my head up. 

“Now I’m taking you to dinner at your favorite restaurant tomorrow night,” he said simply, offering a small smile. I quickly returned it, reaching up to peck his lips. Chris kept me close, running one hand through my hair as he shifted us to a more comfortable position. I fell asleep with my head on his chest, lulled by his even breathing and the steady beat of his heart. 

hamelin-born  asked:

What about the time Ace has a calm and composed conversation with a Sabo he takes to be a figment of his imagination/hallucination, only to glance around and realize that the rest of Whitebeard's crew are /staring/ at him because they didn't know he knew someone from the Revolutionary Army!

ahaha this got both long and off prompt sorry

“Hey, Ace,” Sabo says, and Ace nods distractedly at him.

“I’m sleeping just fine,” he says on habit, because the hallucinations usually come to scold him when he hasn’t been.

Sabo blinks at him, and Ace keeps splicing line. “That’s…good?” he says hesitantly. “I’m…glad to hear it?”

That’s unusual. He tilts his head up, but the fake Sabo’s head is between him and the sun and is all shadow. “Where’ve you been, anyway?” he asks, more to keep hearing that voice than because he expects an answer.

But fake Sabo huffs and sits down next to him. “Would you believe I forgot?” he asks.

He forgot? He’s a ghost; what the hell else does he have to do with his time? Of course, there’s only one answer to that. “Luffy?”

Fake Sabo sighs, huge and overdone. “He is the worst,” he says, and Ace makes a sympathetic noise and nods. It’s enough, and fake Sabo continues, “Did you even hear what he just did? No, of course you didn’t; let me tell you. He went to Lougetown.”

Oh, Ace had heard about that, actually. “Went to see the platform, right? And tore up the plaza?”

Fake Sabo beams at him. “He really is your little brother, isn’t he?”

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