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Routine (Part 3)

(Camboy AU Parts 1 and 2)

Pairing: Kagehina (NSFW)
Show: Haikyuu!! 
Summary: 

“—it’s three o’clock,” Kageyama says, “on a Thursday. I don’t want beer, I don’t want juice. I want to know why you’re—” he gestures vaguely to Hinata’s whole, squirming torso, “—doing that. What, you got worms? Do you—did you catch something? Have you given me crabs because I swear to god—”

Hinata balks, waving his hands in the space between them to shut Kageyama up.

No, oh my god. I don’t—I don’t have worms, or crabs, or any other…parasites. I’ve just got this, and I’m super excited about it.”

This, as it turns out, is a rumpled piece of paper. Hinata holds it flat on his palm, flicking his eyes between it and Kageyama’s face. He hops a little on his toes, and pushes his hand right up under kageyama’s nose.

“It’s a list!” He goes on. “I thought about it all after our first time, but there was just so much stuff I didn’t wanna forget, so last night, I finally wrote it all down!”

Kageyama blinks down at the wad of paper.

“A…list,” he says slowly. Hinata nods, frantic. “A list of what?”

“Things we can try! Like, you know, sex stuff.”

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Organic (S.Coups Dad Fluff)

Originally posted by seungcheofine

“I’m just tired of watching him all day while you go out!” You whispered loudly to Seungcheol while running your hands through your hair. It had gotten tiring over the past few months, Seungcheol was hardly ever home because of his ever intrusive schedule. It wasn’t that you didn’t understand the situation, you knew he had work and you knew what he was doing was important, but it had become a reoccurring event that Seungcheol would come home at the end of the day and play with him while you were forced to be the “not fun” parent.

“It’s not like I can just quit, what do you expect me to do?” This entire situation had been a buildup of tension that had been piling up and even though the two of you had tried to stay quiet to allow your son to sleep in the next room the volume had gradually gotten louder.

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anonymous asked:

(If I'm not too late, with ya boi buck) "do you seriously sleep with a fucking pistol under our pillows?"

“It’s for our safety,” he defends, running a hand through his hair as you glare at him. “You never know what could go wrong!”

“James Buchanan Barnes,” you seethe, stalking forward until you can comfortably jab a finger against his chest. “Not only does this house have every security system, procedure, and protocol known to man, but we have a child. A highly curious, highly adventurous child. What happens if she decides to come and play with it?”

“She won’t!”

You inhale sharply, and he knows immediately that he messed up.

“If I find it under the pillow tonight you’ll be going to Steve’s,” you warn angrily, “and you’ll stay there for a week. Don’t mess with momma bear, Barnes.”

Bath Bomb Love

“No,” Y/N shook her head as Joe opened his mouth to say something, “I just got home. It’s been a long day, I want to get out of these clothes, grab a glass of wine, and do nothing. So please, just, no.”

He closed his mouth, nodding while she walked past, brushing her lips across his cheek on the way up to his bedroom.

Frowning, he knew he had to do something to make her night a little better, and that was when Joe remembered the bath bombs his sister had sent him home with the other week. His frown was quickly replaced with a smile as he headed for the bathroom, knowing exactly what his girlfriend needed.


“Please, can I just go lay in bed?” Y/N sighed ten minutes later when he lead her back downstairs.

“You’ll get to relax, love, trust me.” He smiled over his shoulder, giving her hand a squeeze.

“Joe…”

“Trust me.” He spun around, kissing her quickly, silencing any other comment she could possibly make. With a small smile on her lips, she nodded, allowing him to lead her to the bathroom.

When he pushed open the door, revealing his little plan, Joe felt a small burst of pride at the light gasp that came from the woman standing next to him.

“Oh, Joe…” She spun around to face him, kissing him softly. “I love you.”

The smile on her face disappeared quickly, and Joe’s entire body filled with shock, his mind frozen.

“Uhm, I mean…I just…” Y/N stumbled over her words, looking at him, waiting for a reaction, but he couldn’t get his brain to work with his mouth, and no words came out.

Instead, he just cleared his throat, scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, and then turned and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Well done, Sugg. He scolded himself silently, walking into the living room and falling onto the couch with a groan, throwing an arm over his face.

He had messed up, big time.


It wasn’t that he didn’t share similar feelings to her, because Joe did care deeply for her, and as he lay there thinking about his reaction over and over again, he realized that he actually did love her.

Now he just had to get the words out.

And hope that his girlfriend didn’t hate him.


He waited until she stepped out of the bathroom, tugging at the edge of the shirt she had thrown on, her body looking more relaxed than earlier, but her eyes showed the hurt she was trying to hide.

“Y/N…”

“No, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have said it. Stupid, really. Anyways, I’m just going to grab my stuff and head out. Sorry.”

“I love you too!” He blurted out, hand reached out to grab her arm. Y/N turned back towards him slowly, and he stepped closer, taking her hands in his gently. “I love you so much, and I should have said it the moment you said it to me. But I’m stupid and froze because I couldn’t believe that someone as amazing as you would love someone like me. I love you so much that I used my favourite bath bomb on you!” He offered her a teasing smile at that, to show he was joking.

“I love you, Y/N. And I’m not letting you leave her until you realize that I’m not just saying it because you did, but because it is how I honestly feel. It just, you know, took me a little longer to say it.”

He shifted on his feet, waiting for a response, but he never expected her to start giggling.

“I just admitted my feelings for you, and you laugh?”

“How many guys willingly admit to having a favourite bath bomb?”

“Oh, right, well…”

“One of the many things I love about you, Joe.” Y/N told him, reaching up to kiss him.

“Want me to list off some of my reasons for loving you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Well, to start…”

anonymous asked:

What would Nikolai do if he finds out about Yuri and Otabek relationship? (mafia au)

He would not be happy at all. While he loves Otabek dearly – enough to trust him with his grandsons life, in fact – it would be a huge breech of that trust to know that Otabek is involved with his grandson behind his back, when he’s supposed to just be protecting him. Not kissing him in the dark in clubs when they think no  one is watching, not letting Yuri call him daddy and sit in his lap, not fucking Yuri into his lush oversized bed with one hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, whispering secrets to each other in the dark afterwards. Not imagining keeping Yuri all to himself, away from all of this, even if they both know that’s impossible.

So, while I don’t think any serious grievous bodily harm would come to Otabek if Nikolai found out what he was doing, Otabek definitely wouldn’t just simply be “fired” and told to leave St. Petersburg nicely. I think he’d definitely get roughed up pretty bad (although Nikolai wouldn’t let anyone kill him, but he just can’t let it slide either just because it’s Otabek too, or he’ll lose respect from everyone.) It’s a tough call for him because Otabek is like family to him, but even family can betray you as he knows too well ;(

anonymous asked:

#28 with young Sirius 😀

Sirius x Reader drabble:

You looked up from your spot on the couch as Sirius walked in with James and Peter, all of them looking rather beat up and exhausted. This happened every month almost but by the looks of it Sirius was worse than usual. Your eyes followed them as they walked towards the boys dorm stairs. Your mouth acted faster than your brain could process what was going on.

“Hey Sirius!” you called out, instantly regretting it as he paused and turned to look at you. 

“Hey, Y/N right?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck. James and Peter waited at the bottom of the stairs for him but he just ushered them on.

“Yeah yeah um, do you…well.. I mean.. I could give you a massage? I mean if you want, you seem like you’re hurting,” you asked, looking down at your hands and playing with your ring anxiously. It was silent for a few seconds, which only added to your worry.

“You really don’t mind?” He asked, drawing your attention back to him. You looked up, nodding slowly. He gave you a grateful smile, looking over his shoulder at the stairs and back to you, “Can we do it in my room, I’d rather be laying down if you don’t mind.”

“Y-yeah no problem,” you stuttered, blushing slightly as you followed him up. 

Everyone’s eyes in the common room followed you, only adding to your blush. By the time you reached the top you were sure you were the color of a tomato. He held the door open for you, showing you which bed was his before discarding his shirt and laying on his stomach ignoring the curious looks from his roommates.

“Thank you so much for doing this Y/N, really you’re too nice,” he smiled at you over his shoulder as you straddled his hips and began to work out the knots in his back. 

“It’s no problem, you guys always get pretty roughed up around this time an you looked like you get it a little harder this time around,” you explained, rubbing on a particularly tough knot.

“I wouldn’t say we - oh,” he began, his own moan cutting him off when you finally worked the knot out. You blushed furiously and tried to ignore the laughter of James Potter in the other bed. “S-sorry.”

“It’s okay… it happens,” you assured, moving onto the next and trying your hardest to ignore the sounds he was making. After about an hour of working you had managed to get nearly all of them out and removed yourself from his bed, a satisfied smile on your face. “Feel better?”

“You’re a god,” he looked up at you in amazement, his eyes wide. You laughed softly, blushing for the hundredth time. “I’m serious, where have you been all my life?”

“Three houses down,” you snickered, revealing that you were indeed one of his neighbors. 

“Three houses? You’re a Nott? Y/N Nott?!” he slowly worked it out.

The disbelief once he reached the conclusion was almost comical. Almost. Your family associated with the Dark Lord and you only hoped he realized you weren’t the same. The sound of your last name peaked James Potter’s interest and he was almost instantly by Sirius’ side.

“Yeah but before you freak out I don’t side with them, that’s why I never tell anyone my last name, that and -” 

“You were disowned last year,” James finished for you. “Your father tried to make you take the mark early right? I overheard Mum and Dad, rejecting the darkest wizard of our time at only sixteen straight to his face, takes balls.”

“He was there?” Sirius hissed, his eyes wide.

“He was on his way, I left before he got there, he would have killed me,” you involuntarily shivered as the memories played through your head. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Why don’t you chill with us for a while Miss Bologna,” Sirius suggested.

“Miss what?”

“You were disowned like me, I am not Sirius Black I am Sirius Bologna and so is everyone else who is disowned,” he explained, smiling broadly.

“You’re the only two who have been disowned,” James rolled his eyes.

“Maybe a Mrs would suit you better,” Sirius flirted, earning another blush from you.

“Get to know me first casanova,” you snickered, taking a seat on the floor and listening to their endless stories for the rest of the night.

Safe With Me - Leonard McCoy

Requested by anonymous.

When you woke up, it wasn’t to the bright light shining in your face, or the groans of the good doctor next to you. No, you woke up from the pain in your side. You clutched at it, feeling the blood pooling from it. 

“Shit,” you said, struggling to crawl out of the crashed space ship. You were up higher than you thought, so you fell further than you expected. You bit back another curse word as Leonard ran over to you.

“What the hell did you do that for?” he asked.

“I thought it would be fun,” you quipped. He rolled his eyes and studied your hand, that was clearly covering something. He tried to move your hand, but you pulled back.

“Y/N, just let me look.”

“I’m fine,” you said, standing up and immediately falling back down. Leonard laughed, even though there was no joy in it. He mostly sounded annoyed. 

“Show me.” You sighed and removed your hand, and pulled up your shirt. Leonard examined your side, and eventually reached out to touch it. You pulled back again and he gave you one more look. You nodded and relaxed as he tried to clean it off as best he could. You were in unfamiliar territory and didn’t know if danger could approach, or when. 

He reached into the ship and pulled out a bag of supplies, that was now almost entirely crushed. He looked through it, found nothing of use, and ripped off some of the fabric. He tied it around your waist and helped you stand.

“Are you ready to walk?” he asked. You nodded and took your first weak step. You let go of Leonard’s arm and walked on your own. He led the way, which wasn’t saying much, considering neither of you knew where you were. He walked in a general direction that didn’t look dangerous and you followed. 

Each time you had to cross a ridge or climb up some rocks, Leonard would try to help you. You would hold up your hand and try to get him to stop. You told him you could handle it. 

He stopped trying to help, but would always watch you cautiously. At one point, you fell down after climbing a big collection of rocks, that could nearly be considered a mountain. He rushed over to your side and helped you sit up.

“I’m fine,” you said, pulling away again.

“You’re not. You probably have internal bleeding. There’s a piece of the ship wedged into your side. You’re anything but fine.”

“I can take care of myself,” you said, trying to stand up again. Leonard was rather forceful as he pushed you back down. 

“Dammit, Y/N. Let me help you.” You rolled your eyes, sitting still, but still resisting his help. 

“I don’t need anyone’s help. We need to find the rest of the crew. That’s what’s more important here.”

“So you can just die, as long as we find the crew?” Leonard asked, cocking an eyebrow. You had never noticed how handsome he was, until this moment, when he was frustrated with you. You sighed and shrugged. 

“My health isn’t the most important thing. It’s important for you to find the others.”

“The other’s are gonna need you, too. Now stop your complaining. There’s a cave up there. At least let me pull out the debris.”

“How?” you asked, as he helped pick you up. He didn’t answer but carried you to the cave, wedding style. “You don’t have any tools. How-”

“Shut up,” he said, setting you down. “I’m a doctor. I know what I’m doing. You’re safe with me,” he said. You fidgeted uncomfortably, but he looked up at you with beautiful eyes, whose color you couldn’t tell as it seemed to change in different lighting. 

He pulled up your shirt and started removing the makeshift bandage. You winced and he moved slower. He cleaned it again, and looked up at you. You nodded.

“I’m gonna remove it.”

“I know.”

“It’s gonna hurt. I don’t have anything to give you.”

“You could give me your hand,” you said. He smiled ever so slightly, but shook his head. 

“Unfortunately, I’ll need both my hands.” You nodded, and started panicking more. “Don’t worry. Just breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. I’ll still be here.”

“I won’t have anything to hold on to,” you said. He shook his head, and positioned himself so he was closer to you, leaning over your side. 

“If you have to, grab onto me.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere. Just know that I’ll be here. Ready?” You fidgeted again but nodded. You closed your eyes, but then opened them a moment later, deciding that it was better to see what was happening.

“Okay, just hold on. I forgot to mention, that I’ll need to cauterize the wound, too.” 

“You have to do what- AHH!” you screamed as he pulled the chunk out of your side. Your hand went flying towards his leg and you clutched his thigh. You softened your grip, but still had your hand on his leg.

“I’m sorry. I still have to-”

“I know. Just get it over with.”

“This is going to hurt a lot more,” he said, sympathetically, studying your face.

“It’s okay. I’m safe with you,” you said. He smiled and nodded. He moved across the cave, and you didn’t see him for a while. He came back with a lighted torch, which illuminated the worry on his face.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you wanna hold my hand now?” he asked. You nodded and eagerly took it. He gave your hand a slight squeeze before he put the torch to your skin. You screamed, and squeezed his hand as hard as you could. It was over within a second, and you struggled for air. Leonard threw the torch across the room and looked at your wound. 

“How does it look?” you asked.

“Good. It’s properly cleaned and sealed. You should be fine, at least until we get back to the Enterprise.”

“If we get back.” He nodded and held out his hand. You took it and he lifted to your feet in a swift motion. 

“You ready to go?” he asked, looking at you thoughtfully. You nodded.

“Yes. Thank you.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek as a thanks. He smiled and the two of you started walking. You were a few feet from the cave when you realized that you were still holding hands.

Fireplace. (SR)

*You and Spencer get stuck in a cabin in the middle of the woods.* 

Warnings: fluffy smut/ not edited 

Your pov:

“Y/N we need to get going if we’re going to make it out of here by dark.” Spencer said. “Why would the unsub lead us here. It doesn’t make any sense.” I said looking up into the brow-eyed young doctor. He shrugged and headed towards the door. “There’s nothing here that relates to him. No bodies, no signs that anyone has been here in at least a few years.” He said trying to pull the door open. “Y/N something is blocking the door I can’t pull it open.” He said anxiously. “What? Came on Spencer that’s not funny.” He ran his hands over his face and groaned. “Do you think I’m joking Y/N? You try and pull it open then.” He said snapping at me. The doctor and I’s relationship wasn’t very, how would you put it, loving. Yeah we worked together but that was strictly it. After cases when everybody wanted to get out and do something, you always steered clear of the lanky boy. “This is insane. Why won’t it open.” I said as I panicked. “Y/N stop pulling on the handle like that it’s going to-” Before he even got through saying what he was going to say, the door handle came off in my hand. “Oh great. Look what you’ve done now.” He said tipping his head back, huffing out a breath. “Sorry.” I said quietly placing the handle down. I walked into the kitchen and tried to peak my head outside. “Um, it looks like we’re snowed in.” I said timidly. He sat down on the couch and rolled his eyes, “Brilliant. I just have to get stuck with you.” He muttered. I let my jaw drop and eyes droop. “I didn’t realize I was that bad.” I said sighing sitting on the floor, not wanting to move towards him. The room fell quiet as I pulled out my phone seeing we have no service. I stood up trying to get a higher point to see if i could try and call Hotch. “It’s not going to work. We are just going to have to wait until the snow melts.” I snapped my head towards him giving him a disapproving look. “Well at least I’m not sitting on my ass. At least I’m trying to figure out how to get us out of here!” I could almost see the fire red flash in his eyes, “I’ve already tried everything you’re doing. The windows are bolted shut and by the looks and feel of then they are bullet proof. So if you want to waste your energy on something I’ve already tried by all means do it.” He said crossing his arms over his chest. “You know what Spencer I don’t understand what I ever did to you that made you hate me.” My eyes fell to the floor as I felt hurt by the thought of him hating me. “I don’t-” I put my hand up to stop him. “Don’t waste your breath on me. It’s going to get dark soon. Let’s just try and start a fire so I don’t freeze to death.” 

His eyes were tired and droopy as it neared dark. He looked around for matches in the kitchen while I looked in the bedroom. “I found some!” He said from the kitchen. I nodded my head and snooped around the small area. I opened the closet and dresser looking for any signs of human interaction that this cabin got. So far I had nothing except a bottle of shampoo I found in the bathroom. “What are you doing?” Spencer said making me jump. “Gosh Reid. Don’t do that to a girl.” I said placing a hand on my forehead. “Sorry.” He said coming beside me. “I just found some shampoo, there’s nothing else here.” I said placing the bottle down on the dresser walking out towards the fire. I sat down in front of it trying to warm my body. Spencer resumed his position on the couch, rubbing his hands together. “Hopefully Hotch will come for us.” He said hopeful. I just nodded my head not caring to look at him. My body was cold and aching as I sat on the floor. I closed my eyes and leaned on my elbows taking in the smell of the fire. It took me back to when I was a little girl, always going camping. I pulled my coat closer to my body curing the horrible insulation of the cabin. I felt a jacket being draped over my back, “Here, take this.” He said whispering, sitting on the floor next to me. “I’m fine. You need it.” I told him shrugging it off placing it on his lap. He just sighed and placed it around me once again. “I’m trying to be at least decent.” He said keeping his arms around my shoulders making friction to keep me warm. “That’s nice and all but you’re going to freeze.” I told him finally looking into the beautiful brown orbs. “I’d rather be freezing and a gentleman then be warm and be a dick.” He stated. “Where was that attitude when we got here.” I said commenting back. I heard him sigh. “I’m sorry Y/N.” I let his arms envelope me. His hands came up to my hair slowly running his fingers through the strands. His hands softly gazed the skin of my neck making me shiver. “Spencer your hands are freezing.” I told him pulling his hands into mine. I rubbed his hands in between mine making them warm up. “Y/N it’s okay, I’ll live.” He said pulling away from me. I frowned and scooted towards him. I laid my head on his shoulder and yawned. “You know I like you right?” He told me as he placed his head on top of mine. “Why are you so cold to me then?” I inquired. “I guess I’m just not good with girls you know. I mean look at me.” He said gesturing to his body. “Who would want a lanky beanstalk. No one.” He said fidgeting with his hands. “Come on Spencer that’s not true.” I said pushing into him. “Tell me one person who’d ever like a know-it-all?” I smiled and shook my head. “Well Spence, look in front of you. Who do you see?” I said giggling. “You like me back?” He said looking into my eyes hopeful. “Yes Spencer.” I brought my hand up to his jaw running my thumb over the sharp edges. “Can I um kiss you?” He asked shyly leaning his head down to look at me through his lashes. I giggled and nodded my head leaning in closer to him. 

It started as a sweet loving kiss. His lips were chapped from the cool winter air. He tasted like coffee and mint. He smelled of expensive cologne and coffee. I pulled back and smiled at him feeling the blush form over my cheeks. I looked into his eyes feeling a stronger connection. I pushed myself on top of him, straddling his hips. He placed his hands on my face pulling me in for a deep rich kiss. As out mouths battled each others, he bit on my bottom lip softly making me moan into his mouth. He pulled away for a minute and pushed his jacket off my shoulders onto the floor. He grabbed my hips and placed my back on his jacket as he laid in between my legs. His lips came back to mine kissing and sucking on my tongue. His hands entangled into my hair softly pulling at the roots making me groan. His lips traveled down my cheek to my neck, stopping and biting at the delicate skin. “You’re so pretty.” He said kissing my jaw line. He pushed my jacket off my shoulders going down to the hem of my shirt. “Uhm, may I?” He asked looking up at me with red flushed on his face. I nodded my head and lifted my back. His hands traveled down my sides softly touching my skin making it burn. “Look at you oh my gosh, you’re so beautiful.” He said slightly moaning as his eyes scanned over my covered breasts. “Can I?” He said as his long fingers came over my bra squeezing them through the fabric. I nodded my head and arched my back for him. He unhooked the clasp skillfully and kissed the top of my breast. He slowly inched down the material until it uncovered the perked peaks. “Oh fuck.” He mumbled latching his mouth on me. My hands intertwined with his hair pulling. His rough hands rubbed my sides down to my pants looking up at me asking with his eyes. I nodded and lifted my hips so he could pull them down. He kissed up my legs and up my stomach to my lips. “You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled into my lips. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, taking his tie off. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his underwear and pants off his hips, letting himself go. “Spencer come back I’m so cold.” I said shuddering. “Here.” He said as he laid back over me. He took my coat placing it over our bodies. He kissed my lips softly and intertwined our fingers. “Are you ready?” He asked as he placed his head in my neck. I nodded and parted my legs wider as he pushed inside me. “You feel so good.” He said placing soft kisses on my shoulder. I placed my hand on his back digging my fingernails into his back feeling him stretch out my insides. “Are you okay?” He asked looking into my eyes. I nodded, “Keep going.” I encouraged him. He slowly started to thrust his hips against me. He pushed his forehead to mine looking deeply into my eyes as he went deeper into my core. My eyes rolled back and my moans fell out of my mouth. The sweat started to glisten down my body. “Open your eyes love.” He told me quietly. I slowly opened them biting down on my lip feeling the pressure in my stomach. “I’m almost there Spence.” He nodded his head and started to kiss me as his hips thrusted into me faster. His name slipped from my mouth as I hit my high sending pleasure all over my body. He pulled out of me quickly and finished on my stomach. He laid down beside me catching his breath. “That was so good.” He said moaning still feeling the affects of his high. I simply nodded and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” I told him smiling and blushing. “Let’s get cleaned up babe.” He said standing up and taking me to the bathroom. 


“Hopefully they’ll figure out that we’re here.” I said sitting on the couch cuddled into him. He nodded and kissed the side of my temple. “Of course they will babe.” My heart fluttered hearing the nickname. I was just about to fall asleep when I heard a thump at the door. I looked quickly at the door. “Did you hear that?” I asked him. He nodded his head and quickly got up drawing his gun. “Who’s there?” He asked forcefully. “Calm down pretty boy. Have you guys learned to get along now?” He asked as he kicked in the door. “This was a fucking set up?” I asked quite annoyed. “Sorry pretty lady.” He said winking at me. Spencer took a hold of my hand and scoffed at Derek. “Well at least now I’ve got the most beautiful girl by my side.” He said kissing my cheek. I smiled and blushed. “Well that took no time at all. Good job pretty boy.” 

anonymous asked:

How would Shawn propose to his S/O?

Okay this is inspired by Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare but this really stuck with me WARNING FLUFFINESS IS MAXED OUT HERE

When you first started going out Shawn kept drawing circles on your arm and at some point he decided to see if you could guess what letters he was drawing. It became a habit, you would wake up in his arms and he would drawn “hi love” on your arm and you would draw it back onto his hand. It becomes a ritual. You do it all the time, while watching a movie, while cuddling, when he takes you to meetings, when you are waiting for the muffins to bake. 

One evening he cooked a really nice dinner, set the table up all nice and lit some candles. He is waiting for you to come home from work and he looks so fucking happy. A healthy, excited blush on his cheeks as he pulls out your chair and sits down next to you. The dinner he literally spent 3 hours on is remarkably tasty and the evening is just going really well. He takes your hand in his and just draws circles into your skin. You realise he is drawing letters on the back of your hand. 

“W-I-L-L-Y-O-U-M-A-R-R-Y-M-E-?” 

“Y-E-S”

metanarf  asked:

I was looking at you underfell no mercy and the neutral run comic.... and now I'm curious, in your opinion; In a timeline in which Red is killed first by Frisk, what would Fell do or what would be his reaction?

WELL- I have answered this before (and didn’t tag it so it took forever to find omg..) but I was a bit vague so I’ll go into detail.

1. If Boss is within range, he will definitely jump in to take any attack, as long as he stands he’ll protect Red. Of course this probably gets both of them dusted (I know I would dust both of them :D ).

2. If he isn’t in range, Boss would become silent as he watches his brother dust at the hand of the human. If he isn’t around to see it at all, he would definitely feel the absence of Sans, and of course hear that a human is going through the underground.

He doesn’t bother waiting at the Judgement Hall, he catches up to the human as soon as possible and forces them into a battle. I like to think it would happen in the echo flower room.

His battle would be violent and merciless, he has every intention of dusting the human for what they have done. He doesn’t beg them to stop, he doesn’t ask why they did it and he doesn’t say he believes in them, he lets his attacks do the talking.

He refuses to spare you, and wont let you spare him.

Boss wouldn’t say anything as he dies, he looks relieved.

..But then you feel as if you’re being followed, as you head further into the underground.

(Whew that was long-winded! xD)

Fatal Sin - Saeran x MC Story start

You pushed the door open ever so quietly and peeked jn the crack. Green light bleed into the hall way as you did. You saw someone with their back towards you, facing being illuminated with a faint green glow due to the many computer screens. A smirk pulled at your lips as you slowly crepted into the room. You tipped toed into the dark room as you snuck up on the man with his back to you. Once you were close enough, you put your hands over his eyes and pushed your chest against the back of his chair.

“Boo!” His fingers stopped the constant typing.

“What are you doing, Woman?” He asked with a tone of indifference. You shrugged but didn’t remove your hands.

“Just wanted to visit my favorite hacker~” He let out a sigh and grabbed your hands and took them off his eyes before turning his chair to face him.

“I am the only hacker you know.”

“Bingo~!” You said cheerfully causing him to sigh and shake his hand but not release your hands.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than harress me?” You shrugged once again.

“I did all my morning chores…I don’t have to see Savior until later so I have free time.” The man let out a soft ‘mmm’ but didn’t say much more. You noticed he was still holding onto your hands, causing you to bite your lip. “Umm..Saeran…” His eyes widened a bit before releasing your hands.

“Sorry.” You smiled bashfully.

“It’s okay.” It really was. In fact you like when Saeran touched you, but it was strictly ‘forbidden’. The Savior stressed how important it was that everyone remain pure and have no physical contact beyond necessary in order to enter Paradise. It was sinful, but you still liked it. Saeran and you had been close friends for years and you really enjoyed his company, but lately he was causing…something…inside you. It was a feeling that was not quite pleasant but also not unpleasant and you didn’t know how to interpret it. All you know that the feelinf of his skin on yours felt heavenly.

Your eyes widened as you realized your train of thought and you shook your head, willing the thoughts away. No, you must not think that way.

• He's being a little shit •

“PIETRO!!!” Y/N’s voice echoes through the hallway as she stomps her way into the living room, hair tangled and sticking up in different directions. She finds the super soldier siblings sitting on the couch watching tv, but Pietro is nowhere to be found. Bucky looks up, almost choking on his coffee. “Damn, doll. What the hell happened to you?” His sister sighs and gets up from the spot next to him. “I already told him not to piss you off.”

Y/N points to her head, “Well obviously he’s doing a shitty job at listening. Please find your boy toy before I get my hands on him and rip him to pieces.“ This comment actually makes Bucky spit out his drink. “Excuse me?! What the fuck, Becca?” He glares up at his sister, but she merely rolls her eyes at him and starts walking away. “I’ll go get him. I know where he likes to hide when he’s out causing trouble.”

“I’m sorry, I still haven’t received an answer. Boy toy?!” Bucky throws his hands in the air as he waits for Y/N to give him some clarity. “Babe, relax. Your sister is a grown woman.” “Not in my eyes!” “It’s not the forties anymore, Buck.” He grumbles under his breath and makes his way into the kitchen to make more coffee.

Rebecca comes back around the corner, dragging Pietro by the ear. He’s whining and begging her to let go, but she ignores him. Y/N crosses her arms and gives him a death glare as he is shoved towards her. The speedster fidgets and he looks like he’s ready to bolt. “Don’t even think about it, babyboy. You know I can stop you.” The puppy eyes he gives Rebecca usually works, but she isn’t very happy with his behavior today so the effort is wasted.

“Go on.” Pietro stared at his feet and mumbles an apology. Y/N scoffs, “What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.” “I’m very sorry that I messed up your hair…and room. I won’t do it again, Y/N.” Rebecca walks up and places a kiss on his cheek. “And to make sure he has learned his lesson, he will be at your service for the rest of this week. Isn’t that right, darling?”

He stares at her, wide eyed from shock, “B-but, printsessa!” “Ah, you brought this upon yourself. If only you had behaved like I asked.” Y/N laughs and nods, “That’s a wonderful idea, Becca. Thank you. I will definitely put him to good use.” Rebecca grins and gently pats her adorable little speedster on the head. “I’ll make sure he shows up early tomorrow. Come now, love. Lets give Y/N her peace.” She grabs his hand and drags him away for the rest of the night.

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Stop? Tobias laughed incredulously. He shook his head, resting back on his heel. Standing for a moment in silence, he folded his arms across his chest as he thought. You want me to stop? You want me to ignore what I can plainly see? Fine. He threw his hands up into the air, bursting into a fit of fake laughter as he did. Archer could feel his blood boiling as he watched him. Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want. 

You are such a prick, Archer muttered. 

Why is that, gorgeous? You’re getting your way, as always. I’ll be the doting spouse who looks the other way while you do whatever it is your little heart desires. The older man plastered a huge smile on his face as he began to slowly pace the floor. You want to fuck Levi? Go right ahead. We’ll both pretend that it isn’t happening & I’m sure his pea-brained boy toy will be none the wiser.

The young blond couldn’t remember the last time he was this angry. He was completely taken aback by how the other man was speaking to him now. Very funny, Toby, he snarled. But I’ve already fucked Levi, remember? It’s not like I have some lifelong curiosity that needs to be answered. Before you stepped in & started meddling with everything, he & I used to fuck all the time. 

It took everything in Tobias not to come unglued at that statement. His hands formed tight fists at his side as he tried to control his breathing. Every inch of his skin felt hot with rage. And did you enjoy it?

Every wonderful fucking second of every single time we did it, he spat in response. Archer knew he was only antagonizing the other man at this point but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. This ridiculous fight mixed with his husband’s recent attitude shift had driven him over the edge.

Then what’s stopping you from doing it again? Tobias roared. Go ahead. Go fuck Levi if he’s so wonderful. Maybe he can get you pregnant instead. Isn’t that what you do anyway? Go fuck someone else when your real partner isn’t giving you what you want?

10

It’s so amazing to watch Min Hyuk getting closer to BS’s family because he has never been part of any family (not since his mother died) - his father obviously loves him and MH cares for him but their relationship is a little strained and respectful from MH’s side. And their shared meals are restained, nervous affairs - such a stark contrast to MH’s breakfast with the Dos. 

So while MH’s family is a completel mess, the Dos, on the other hand, are so functional, loud and caring and so openy affectionate and MH’s been starved for love and affection all his life. He is so shy around them at first, obviously bewildered and unused to such cozy and warm treatment, but he ends up enjoying being with them, being a part of this loving family and that’s exactly what he needs. He’s been alone for so long and he needs a family that would dote on him and shower him with love. It’s as if they’ve adopted him as their prospective son-in-law and he is slowly becoming part of their motley bunch, even getting adorably friendly with their dog. It’s not that BS’s family is perfect - they have their own issues and problems, but they argue about them and deal with them which makes them so damn perfect in their imperfection 

shinee goes to a toga party

onew: 

  • “why is everyone wearing sheets” 
  • “i’m too old for this” 
  • “where’s the vodka” 

jonghyun: 

  • how tf do you make a toga 
  • took the sheets off of his bed and safety pinned it 
  • he’s only wearing boxers under and his toga is not staying up (”what do you mean i was supposed to wear something under”)
  • very drunk on boxed wine 
  • soulfully crooning ballads, solo cup in one hand and using his cellphone as a mic 
  • very red 
  • absolutely not crying 
  • orders a pizza and eats it during the party 

key: 

  • may or may not have studied actual roman togas to make his 
  • toga was impeccable at the beginning of the night but now has wine stains on it from when he slapped the bag 
  • made a gold laurel wreath to wear as a crown which minho stole immediately and won’t give back the giant jerk 
  • breaks out his girl group dances, yeah go kibum, go kibum  

minho:

  • swathed himself in blankets, still looks good tho
  • named himself king of the party 
  • turns on party in the the usa, jumps up on the couch and belts it out. drags jong up with him to sing (jong just sings “party in the usa yeah~” over and over bc he doesn’t know the words)  
  • tries to give an speech after and everyone is like pls don’t (”so this is how caesar felt”) 
  • still won’t give kibum back his crown (”it looks better on me”) and is two seconds from being kneed in the balls 

taemin: 

  • took off his toga bc it was hard to move in it and not bc he spilled like all his wine on it 
  • hyungs keep asking him if he’s even old enough to drink
  • 200% over it 
  • badly shotguns a beer
  • he hates beer 
  • why did he do that 
  • somehow is wearing key’s crown by the end of the night 

sonhoedesrazao  asked:

JIMON: "Are you flirting with me?”

(because you asked no nicely, it’s based on this picture.)


Simon walked into the bar and was a little taken aback when he noticed it was empty. Even more strange than that, Jace was behind the counter, cheerily building a Jenga tower.

“Oh, you’re early!” His boyfriend said, eyes widening. 

Simon frowned, amused. “I can…go back later if you want. What’s going on? Is this the part where you tell me you got a gig on the side? I kinda like the idea of having a bartender for a boyfriend. Everyone will be, like, ‘are you flirting with me?’, because that’s what bartenders do, but I’ll just casually approach the counter and they’ll will be like, ‘oh, he’s so cool! That hot bartender just kissed him!’”

Jace chuckled, hands resting on the counter and his eyes cast low. He licked his lips and cleared his throat. “Yeah, something like that.” He lightly drummed his fingers on the counter, took a deep breath and said. “Uhm, I was kinda hoping I’d have time to finish this before you showed up, but since you’re here…wanna help me out?”

Simon shrugged. “Sure.” He put his phone down and picked one of the pieces. “Are we playing for something here?”

Jace pursed his lips, considering. “Nah. I don’t think so…no. Yeah, no, we’re not playing for real. Let’s just see how high we can make this thing.”

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That Photo Stays Between You and Me

Alexander x Reader
Word Count: 1360
A/N: I’ve been procrastinating for the past few days and was able to spit out some short little imagines, and here’s one of the them; also, why do I write about photographers so frequently

“What was your promise to me, Alexander?” You asked accusingly, raising your eyebrows in annoyance.

He sighed, but didn’t move his eyes from the papers scattered all around himself. “At least six hours every night.”

You nodded your head, “And you’ve been working all day, Alex, let’s just go to bed,” you suggested softly. You walked over to him from the doorframe, and let your cheek rest on his head, your hands rising gently on both of his shoulders. “I’ll play with your hair while you fall asleep,” you offered, running your hands over his shoulders soothingly. “Does that sound nice?”

Alexander nodded his head, but sighed, “I guess,” he said quietly, scooting his chair back, slightly.

You grinned and took his hand, leading him away from his desk, his work, and all of his stress. “If you fall asleep soon, you can still be up bright and early,” you said, pulling the duvet back for him to crawl into. Once he did, you pulled it back up to cover him.

Alex nodded as you began changing into your pyjamas, “Do you have to work tomorrow, too?” He asked, turning to lay on his back so he could look at you.

You nodded your head; “Yeah. Marie asked me to take engagement pictures for her and Lafayette. I’ll be gone for most of the day.”

He nodded his head in understanding; “But we’re taking the weekend off?” He asked, his voice quiet with his sleepiness.

You nodded your head as you crawled into bed beside your boyfriend, “Mhm,” you replied, reaching out to play with Alexander’s hair.

He closed his eyes and cuddled into you, “Okay,” he muttered, “I’ll try to get all of my work down tomorrow then.”

You grinned and leaned down, giving him a small kiss on the top of his head; “Alright,” you whispered, “Don’t work yourself into the ground, though, okay?”

He nodded his head so softly that if he wasn’t leaning against you, and you couldn’t feel it, you wouldn’t have realized he had done it at all.

***

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed, as usual. Sighing, you flung off the covers and made your way into the bathroom, passing Alexander’s office on the way.

“Morning,” you grinned as you passed on by.

“Morning, Love,” Alex replied hurriedly, clearly not having any time for affection this morning.

You shook your head.

After readying yourself, and collecting all of your camera equipment, your final task for the morning was to make sure that both you and Alex had something to eat. You flung some porridge on the stove and prepared a variety of fruit to throw in it, and made two cups of coffee.

Once you were done, nearly fifteen minutes later, you took your breakfasts into his office. “Hungry?” You asked, sitting his porridge on his desk, along with his mug of black coffee.

Alexander nodded his head, scooping some of his meal into his mouth, before getting straight back into business. “Thanks,” he said through a mouthful of berries, “You’re the best.”

You grinned, and ate your breakfast; even though he wasn’t being very social with you, you understood that it was only temporary. After today, you’d have him to yourself all weekend. You couldn’t really remember a time when he wasn’t working 24/7, and you had your doubts that he would last the full three days work-free. Nevertheless, you were both hopeful and excited.

Once you had finished your meal, you noticed that Alexander wasn’t even halfway done his. You couldn’t help but just shake your head; “I’ve gotta get going,” you said with a pout, “But I’ll be home late this afternoon… You’ll still be here, won’t you?” You asked, cocking your head to the side as you leaned on his office door.

He nodded his head; “I’ll be here,” he said, giving you a quick smile, “Have fun.”

You grinned back at him, “Will do… And make sure you eat today, alright?” You said, raising your eyebrows.

“Of course, babe,” he said, smiling, “I’ll see you later.”

***

“I think they’ll really turn out,” you assured Lafayette as you made you way up the staircase.

“No, you looked great,” you laughed, shaking you head, “And she looked beautiful; you guys looked amazing, I promise,” you grinned, fiddling with the lens of the camera hanging around your neck. “I’ll have them back to you in a couple of weeks—don’t be nervous, Laf, it was a great shoot,” you repeated yourself, for what felt like, the millionth time.

You understood his anxiety well enough, you just wished there was a way for you to calm him down. “You’ll love them Lafayette, and I’m sure Marie will, too.”

You were approaching Alexander’s office, and decided to peek in quickly. What you seen is exactly what you had expected, but you were shocked as if it wasn’t. “Laf, I’ll have to call you back. Don’t worry about anything, you’ll have the pictures in two weeks,” you said quickly before hanging up the phone.

Alexander looked up at you, his hair completely out of his usual ponytail, and sticking up on its own, due to how frequently he ran his hands through it. His eyes were the usual amount of tired, but what was new was the extra amounts of panic and stress. Without thinking, you lifted your camera up and snapped a picture really quick.

“Babe!” Alexander exclaimed in protest.

“Sorry,“ you apologized quickly, before taking the camera off from around your neck and laying it down on his desk, along with a million papers and pens, and highlighters. And his half eaten porridge from this morning.

“Hey,” you said, eyeing the bowl, “You promised me you would eat today,” you commented, taking out his hair tie gently, and beginning to run your fingers gently through his hair.

“No,” he sighed, “I only said I would; I didn’t promise, because I knew I wasn’t going to keep it.”

“Alexander,” you sighed, retying his hair, “How you’ve managed to survive this long is beyond me.”

He sighed once again; “I’m just trying to finish everything up. Give me a few more hours and I’ll be done… I promise,” he said, raising his eyebrows slightly. He looked at you, and you looked right back at him, trying to decipher if he really meant it or not.

“I promise,” he repeated himself, “And right when I’m done, we can eat dinner together. That’d be nice, wouldn’t it?” He asked hopefully.

You nodded you head, sighing, “Okay,” you said, “Three hours?”

“Three hours.”

***

It wasn’t three hours, but it was four, and that was good enough for you. “Pizza’s on the way,” you grinned, as your zombie-boyfriend made his way downstairs.

“Good,” he sighed, flopping down on the couch, immediately leaning against you, “I’m starving…”

You raised your eyebrows as you began flicking through the photos from your shoot on your laptop, “You wouldn’t be,” you began, “If you took care of yourself throughout the day.”

“Hey,” Alexander said, defensively, “I take care of myself just fine—I’m still here, aren’t I?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Barely—hey look, that’s you,” you giggled as you came across the picture you had taken of him, his hair amok, eyes tired.

He groaned immediately, “Y/N,” he bellyached, “Delete that right now.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “No way!” You exclaimed, “This is my favourite photo of you… Look at you, you’re adorable!”

“I look like I’m on the brink of death!” Alexander protested, leaning his head on your shoulder, “I hate it.”

“I love it!” You exclaimed, “Genuinely; I think you’re adorable. Hands down the cutest boy I’ve ever met,” you smiled, beginning to edit the picture. A little bit more exposed, a tad bit sharper, a little bit cropped… “I think I just took your next profile picture. For everything,” you said, looking down at him seriously. “It’s a very accurate representation.”

He looked up at you, equally as seriously; “That photo stays between you and me, Y/L/N.”

You smirked, saving the photo, “Whatever you say, Hamilton.”

I wish I could tell you that you’ll get used to it, Tobias muttered in disgust as he watched the former couple out of the corner of his eye. He could feel Shane’s demeanor change as well so he knew he wasn’t the only one who’d noticed. I keep thinking it’ll fucking stop but it never seems to.

What do you mean? Shane asked, looking down at his fidgeting hands.

You know exactly what I mean. Don’t act so naive, Tobias grumbled. We’re both sitting right here & they show us absolutely no respect while clinging to each other like that.

What do you think they’re whispering about? Shane cleared his throat, cautiously looking over at the older man. 

Fuck if I know, Tobias snorted. I don’t care but I don’t fucking like it. I’m married to Archer. Levi needs to get the fuck over it or go the hell away for good.

Levi?

Trust me, the man let out a low, humorless laugh. I keep Archer more than happy at home, kid.