you little cupcake oh my god

how couples spend their free time together

men’s expectations of wlw relationships:

oh yesss right there….yeah let’s have sex…all we ever do is have sex….and wear only nice frilly lingerie and nothing else when we are at home….hey let’s call marcus for a threesome 

actual wlw relationships:

*wearing baggy polyester shirt that has become a little off-white*

“hey hurry up, the show’s coming on.”

“Fine, fine. Wait, what r u eating.”

“Oh I found some crumbs in my room. You know, from the time we baked brownies two months ago.”

“Are you for real.”

women’s expectations of mlm relationships:

hey sweetie, the roses came in from Cecilia’s today, don’t you love them? Oh I see you’ve replaced the windows, they look so much prettier now, I love you cupcake. Here let me fix you a cup of tea. 

actual mlm relationships:

*playing video game*

“good fucking god you were supposed to catch that, you n00b”

“and how am i supposed to know that was for me??”

“You just had to catch it!”

“YOU BOUTTA CATCH THESE HANDS”

Black Cupcakes (Negan x Reader) - For @strangersangel9′s JDM Birthday Celebration!

Word Count: 1,630
Genre: Smut
Fandoms: Negan, The Walking Dead, Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Pairings: Negan x Reader
Rating: Explicit
AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10696854
Warnings: Language. Oral Sex. Vaginal Sex. Mentions of zombies. Mentions of death.
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Summary: Written for @strangersangel9’s JDM Birthday Celebration! It’s Negan’s birthday and you have baked him a batch of cupcakes complete with black-as-ink icing! When he takes you (and a cupcake) back to his bedroom, things get sweet and messy!

“Fuck, honey. What is this?” Negan entered the kitchen of the Sanctuary just as you put the finishing touch of black icing on his birthday cupcakes. It took just about every drop of food coloring that you could scrounge up from the pantry, but you knew he would appreciate the color scheme.

“Happy Birthday, Negan. I really hope you like them.”

A glimmer of sweetness flashed over his face as he made fleeting eye contact with you. It wasn’t like him to look away. He was more the type to invade your personal space and stare you down while he grilled you about one thing or another. But this gesture had him flattered yet uncomfortable. You wondered why.

You crossed to the other side of the counter and wrapped your arms around his waist, on top of his gray T-shirt but underneath his leather jacket. He felt warm and you snuggled into his coziness. “What’s the matter, Negan?”


“It’s nothing.” He cleared his throat, plastered a big smile on his face, and grabbed one of your yummy treats. “These look goddamn delicious!” He took a giant bite, nearly half the cupcake in one gobble, and came away from it with black frosting and pink cake crumbs all over his stubble.

You laughed at him and he laughed with you. He let you take a damp kitchen towel and wipe his face, and you followed that with a trail of soft kisses down the deep dimple on his cheek. He followed suit, trailing passionate kisses down your neck, attempting to dive lower into your cleavage.

“Ah-ah-ah,” you interrupted his plundering. “Not yet. Your dirty girl has got to get this kitchen cleaned up before we celebrate this bad boy’s birthday!”

“My princess will do no such thing. Hold on a second.” He walked over to the swinging doors of the kitchen and poked his head out. “Oh, Eugene! A little help in here?”

Eugene appeared a moment later, serious as ever. “How may I be of assistance, Negan?”

Negan rubbed his palms together with a smile. “Well, Eugene, as it happens, today is my birthday. My beautiful girl here has made me cupcakes, but those aren’t the only fucking cakes I’d like to get a firm grip on right now.”

You blushed. The man had a way with words.

Eugene’s expression remained unchanged. “Understood, Negan, but if you don’t mind my asking, what in the world does this have to do with me?”

Negan patted Eugene on the back. “Well, buddy boy, my girl wants a clean kitchen before I sweep her away to my private quarters. I don’t want her to tend to such menial tasks. And I certainly do not fucking want to clean up this mess myself. Especially not on my birthday.”

“Say no more, Negan. You two retire to your sleeping quarters and I will have this place hunky-dunky and fully operational ASAP.”

You and Negan both stifled laughs at Eugene’s wording, which was typical for him but still unusual to you. “Thank you, Eugene,” you told him with kindness and incredulousness mixed together.

“It’s no trouble. I cannot abide a reality where a sweet lady like yourself has to clean up this mess. Now let me get to it. Tick-tick-click, easy-peasy.” He began wiping the counter and then paused. “Are you going to eat these cupcakes?”

You giggled. “Help yourself, Eugene.”

“Actually,” Negan interrupted, “maybe just one.” He swiped one with one hand and grabbed your hand with the other, leading you out the double doors and down the hall to his black and gray lair.

You walked hand-in-hand, suppressing schoolgirl giddiness as he looked you up and down. Things were still quite new between you, and though you were just one of his many wives, you knew that each woman had a unique connection with him and you appreciated yours. You were good to each other and good for each other. The big bad wolf was pretty sweet when yours were the only eyes on him.

Back in his bedroom, he set the cupcake down on the nightstand, clicked the door shut, and bolted the lock. He leered at you playfully, palming the bulge in his pants, and then he walked over to the windows to draw the blinds closed. “We need complete fucking privacy for this little birthday party,” he said.

While he busied himself pouring a couple of glasses of scotch, still facing away from you, you slipped out of your dress to reveal a strappy black teddy that you could hardly wait for him to peel off of you.

You picked up the cupcake and held it like you were a model on a TV game show, as if the cupcake was his grand prize, though you knew that your body was his ultimate desire. You knew him well enough to know that he wanted to incorporate your sweet treats into the night’s lovemaking, so why not get the jump on him and surprise him with a little extra sugar?

He turned around with his mouth open, about to speak, but when he saw you standing there in your lingerie, his jaw simply dropped lower. Then he found his voice. “Jesus fucking Christ, you really know how to wish a guy a happy birthday!”

A smile spread across your face and you crossed the room to approach him, cupcake still in hand. “Sit on the couch and unzip your pants, birthday boy,” you commanded him. He complied immediately, pulling his engorged cock out and pumping it hard. But he needed no priming. He was ready to go. You got down on your knees in front of him. “You want me to blow out your candle?”

He visibly shuddered with pleasure at your suggestion, nodding his head and biting his lower lip. You dragged your finger through the black icing on the cupcake and smeared a thick dollop of it onto the head of his dick. “Ohhh, fuck,” he vocalized as you drew closer to it, ready to lick the frosting off.

As your tongue swirled around the tip and you took the frosting into your mouth along with the first several inches of his manhood, he threw his head back and moaned a low, guttural growl. You swallowed the whipped cream frosting and tasted its sugary sweetness mixed with his precum and sweat. “Mmm, you taste so good, Daddy.”

You bobbed your head up and down, taking his length nearly all the way, until he hit the back of your throat. He was grunting, frustrated. He wanted more. “I want to taste you.” He commanded you, “Get on the bed!”

Never one to disobey an order, you smiled and bounded over to his massive bed. You were thankful for his black sheets because he was headed toward you, cupcake in hand, and you knew things were about to get messy. “Mmm, let me unwrap my present,” he said as he slipped a finger beneath your black straps and pulled your lingerie off in one smooth movement. It took you an hour to get ready and it took him less than a second to have you naked.

You had used your finger to smear the icing on his naughty bits, but he took the direct route, pressing the top of the cupcake into your nipples and covering them with a thick coating of the black-as-ink frosting. He then dove in for a taste of the sweetness, sucking it off with gusto, leaving you moaning and breathless.

He traveled lower, taking a fingertip full of the frosting and rubbing it onto your swollen pink clit. He licked it off, twirling his tongue around your happy little bud, feeling your body bloom with pleasure. “Oh, baby doll, who needs cupcakes when you taste so sweet?” He smiled up at you, flashing those blinding white teeth. God, he was gorgeous.

He climbed up on top of you, positioning himself perfectly between your thighs. You beckoned him, “Please, Negan. Please fuck me. My pussy is your birthday present.” He groaned in pleasure at your words and he slipped inside so easily since you were dripping with wetness. He thrust hard into you, watching you writhe with sensual joy, hitting all the right spots until you hit your own high note of ecstasy.

Finally, after you were completely satisfied, he pulled out and looked you in the eye while he pumped his cock with his hand. “Where do you fucking want it, darling?”

Without hesitation, you answered, “In my mouth.”

He let go in a rush of warmth and contentment, filling your mouth with a generous amount of sweet but salty jizz. You loved the taste of him. The taste of his utter joy.

As he lay down next to you and you snuggled into his arms, you remembered his earlier hesitation when you presented him with the goodies you baked for his special day. “Negan, you didn’t mind that I baked for your birthday, did you? You seemed so quiet at first. And you are not a quiet man,” you laughed gently.

“Ah, no, darlin’. It was fuckin’ sweet of you. It just reminded me of the good old days with my wife, Lucille, before the walkers came and took her from me. You remind me a lot of her. You’ve made me very happy.”

A single tear rolled down his rough cheek and you kissed it away. Few people since the apocalypse had ever seen him this vulnerable and you felt fortunate that he let you get this close. You were tempted to say those three little words, but you knew it was much too soon, and he may never let you get that close. Just knowing he was happy tonight would have to be enough.

the promptis disney date nobody wanted

bleh okay so i told myself no more @promptisfanweek prompts till i update my fics, buuuut… well. you know how many times i’ve threatened to write a promptis disney date? IT HAPPENED. nobody will appreciate this, nobody, but i’m gonna post it anyway. written for day 3: promptis date~ 

Noctis hates a lot of things.

He hates crowds, and really, he kinda hates people in general. He hates lines, and waiting around for things, and he really hates being awake early.

But more than Noctis hates all those things, he loves Prompto, and so he’s here, hand-in-hand with his boyfriend, walking down Main Street. Prompto is grinning ear-to-ear, their twined fingers swinging back and forth between them. The smile is worth it, Noctis tells himself, even though he’s quite sure he looks rather grumpy. Prompto has gone all out, as he always does, and it appears that Disneyland is the one place where that is entirely acceptable.

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Dean & Tickling

This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy! <3

Word Count: 270

Warnings: fluff

(gif is not mine)

“Dean give it back,” you scolded, standing on the opposite side of his bed.  You rested your hands on your hips, glaring at the Winchester.  “Don’t make me hurt you Dean Winchester.”

“That’s cute [Y/N],” Dean teased.  “You know you won’t hurt me.”  Dean set your cupcake down on the nightstand.  “Come and get it.”  He nodded at the cupcake on the nightstand.

You jumped onto the bed and went to reach for the cupcake.  Before you could get it, Dean tackled you backwards on to the bed.  His hands attached themselves to your sides as he started to tickle you.  Even when you tried to fight the laughter, more laughter came from your chest.

As you tried to wriggle free, you accidentally punched Dean in the face.  All you heard was him grunt.  Then you felt him fall onto the mattress next to you.  Your laughter quickly subsided as your eyes shot open.

“Dean oh my god are you okay,” you spoke softly, removing his hands from his face.  “I’m so sorry.”  There was thankfully no blood, but his lip was a little more red.  “See this is why you can’t tickle me.  It goes horribly wrong every time.”

“I deserved that,” Dean mumbled, sitting up in the bed.  “Enjoy your cupcake [Y/N].”

You plucked the cupcake from the nightstand, handing it to Dean.  “I think you deserve it more than I do,” you spoke softly.  “I’m sorry.”

Dean bit halfway into the cupcake, handing you the other half.  Once he swallowed his half of the cupcake, he pressed a kiss to your forehead.  “Apology accepted sweetheart.”


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Riverdale Imagine: Music Notes, Pie, and Archie Andrews (Archie x reader)

Anonymous: Hello darling! I was just wondering – turn it down if you wanna – if you could do a Archie and a really shy reader. When it comes to like PDA or she’s just really really shy and she gets nervous/panics when she meets new people or speak in front of the class and he try to help her out of the shell by meeting his friends and encourages her to speak up.

Summary: The reader meets Archie over the summer as she has just moved to Riverdale and happens to be next door to him. He hears her playing guitar and, despite her shyness, insists that she needs to help him with his songs. By the end of the summer they are dating but as school approaches, the reader is nervous to meet his friends.

Approx. 1455 words

It all started over the summer. It was a boiling hot day and Mum had insisted I spent the day outside, even if that just meant in our garden. I’d given up on sunbathing hours before and was now curled up in the shade of the old oak tree with my guitar. Pages of sheet-music fanned out around me like a blanket, weighed down with tiny pebbles to prevent them from fluttering away in the light breeze.  I was completely engrossed in my music, unaware of everyone and everything, pausing at intervals to record music-notes and lyrics, when I heard an unfamiliar voice call from somewhere behind me.

“You’re going to have to help me with my music sometime, your playing is amazing!”

I jumped and spun around in shock, my gaze greeted by the confident smirk of an auburn-haired teenage boy. A teenage boy who was sitting on my garden fence, sweaty and shirtless. I swallowed hard as I felt my blood rush to my face, feeling the rouge of hot embarrassment spread over my cheeks as I desperately struggled to think of a response. This, it would seem, was the attractive young neighbour that my Mum had been trying to make me talk to all summer with little success. I cringed as I remembered how I had hid in my room the day we had moved in when him and his dad had come to introduce themselves. Even as child I had been unusually shy, still clinging onto my parents long after everyone else had stopped and as a result I struggled to make friends. My parents’ divorce and the recent move to Riverdale hadn’t helped matters, and I was secretly hoping to spend my last two years at school largely unnoticed. Unfortunately for me though, a new girl in a small town never goes unnoticed.

“I’m sorry” he laughed, “I didn’t mean to startle you. I was only trying to get a look at the mystery girl from next door.” He winked at me and jumped off the wall and into my garden, his toned stomach flexing at the effort. “It’s Y/N right?” I nodded shyly, “I’m Archie Andrews.”

“Hi…” I mumbled pathetically as I began fumbling with my sheet music, making it into a messy pile in an attempt to hide it from Archie’s amused gaze.

“How long have you been playing guitar?” He asked innocently as he gestured towards where my instrument was lying on the grass. I smiled as I picked it up and stroked the polished wood.

“I think the real question is when am I not playing. Guitar, piano, drums… I’ll play anything. It drives my mum nuts. I guess that’s why I’m an only child.” I joked. After a momentary pause, Archie roared with laughter and I smiled back nervously.

“I like you Y/N, you’re cool.” He beamed at me. “I heard you playing earlier and, I’m being totally honest, you’re pretty fucking good.” I blushed again and tucked my hair behind my ears in an attempt to hide my embarrassment, how long had he been listening? “So…” he continued, “I was wondering if you would come over to mine for a couple of hours and go through my music with me, I could really use your expertise.” He pleaded.

I was about to decline and was in the middle of finding a believable excuse when I glanced up and looked into his hopeful face. I smiled and rolled my eyes as I slung my guitar over my shoulder and gathered up my sheet music.

“What’s in it for me Andrews?” I asked with mock seriousness.

“Well Y/N, you get to stare at my beautiful face for two whole hours!” He laughed at my skeptical expression. He tried again. “We have apple pie?”  

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Bobby Finstock & Stiles Stilisnki platonic soulmates au

(aka @thisdiscontentedwinter has way too many headcanon days about Finstock and they give me ideas that I can’t let go)

(I originally wanted to post this a month ago, but tumblr was all “lol, nope”)

Everyone had a soulmark - a simple band around you wrist spelling out the first words your soulmate would say to you. If you were born before your soulmate, you would appear markless. If your soulmate was born before you, you will be born with the mark already in place. If your soulmate dies, the mark turns a faded red - barely readable, but still there.

When Mieczysław Stilinski was born his mark already firmly in place, Claudia and John rejoiced that their baby’s soulmate was already out there waiting for him. Somewhere else 30 year old Bobby Finstock frowned at his new mark and reached for the next bottle.

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god I hate live action Beauty and the Beast: a roast post

I’m sick of yall telling me I gotta like this glitter glue cupcake and that if I don’t I’m a monster. Here’s a list of everything I hate personally and you can’t stop me

*Oh my God the beast face. Ooooh my god. They reduced his animalistic features so he no longer has the trademark hunch, lowered brow, or tusks. He has little baby vampire teeth. Pathetic. Give him tusks you cowards

*Because they reduced that it looks like a human face with a large nose photoshopped onto an uncomfortably large buffalo head and it made me queasy every time he was on screen

*Nearly all the object servants have hollow soulless beady eyes which also weirded me out to the point where I wanted them off the screen as soon as possible

*The camerawork for Evermore suggests it’s supposed to be sweeping and grand but why in God’s good name did they go through all the trouble and effort into writing a bland and inferior version of If I Can’t Love Her that isn’t musically interesting and doesn’t reach the high notes it should. Go listen to If I Can’t Love Her and then Evermore and tell me which one is better. Spoiler alert. It’s not Evermore.

*Everything is so extra. Please let me rest. Literally does everything need 3 layers of tarnished gold filigree. Leave my eyes alone

*Cry “practical simple elegance” all you want, that dress looks like a $100 Macy’s prom dress and was clearly designed for easy merchandising. At the very least give her the gloves oh my god

*why the F U C K would you take out the iconic stained glass intro for live action

*Emma Watson can’t sing. If they did put the Broadway songs in, no way could she pull off Home. She can’t do it. No harm in it but she wasn’t cut out for these songs

*They put the cut line about growing a beard again back in which implies Belle is a massive furry and into ripped buffalo men

*Lefou being gay is fine. I’m glad Disney at least attempted some kind of representation after all these years. But I really wish that his happy ending A: wasn’t a short 2 second clip at the end and B: Didn’t involve the other guy being from a man-in-a-dress joke that the audience was seemingly supposed to laugh at because that seems to imply that Disney thinks men trying feminine clothing and liking it instantly makes them gay which is giving me very bad 1990s Will and Grace vibes which should not be going on in 2017

*fuck i hate the beast’s big weird face

*I don’t know if it’s just me but the CGI makes it look like there’s a bigger age gap than there really is which also worsens the terminal case of Big Weird Face syndrome

*Lumiere is cheating the curse because he’s technically just a tiny brass man.

*Don’t know why Plumette has a bird face. That was freaking me out too

*Court composer maestro piano man is giving me very deep and horrifying flashbacks to the Tim Curry CGI Organ Guy from enchanted christmas and I never want that to be remembered

*Beast’s big lumpy photoshopped uncanny valley baby fangs lumpy lump face on his lumpy head

*removed illiterate Beast subplot

*no Human Again. It’s been 15 years. At least give me that

Long story short I will unapologetically hate this unnecessary cash grab for the fraud that I believe it is, knowing all the while yall ate it up and we’re gonna have to sit through more years of excessive live action remakes because of your collective buffoonery. If you like it, fine. I can’t stop you. But at least know the reason it was made wasn’t out of popular demand.

au#1

concept: harry (in early 20s) being a cutesy little waiter at this cute milkshake and bakery type shop that’s all frilly and pink and they wear roller skates and serve the people there and harry is in cute high waisted shorts and an adorable crop top with a cute little bow tie along with his knee high socks and he’s roller skating around to serve people their cute baked goods and stuff and one day louis’ little girl begs him to let her rent the entire place out and throw her seventh birthday party there and so fast forward to the day and it’s just Louis chaperoning all these little girls with Liam and they’re wearing silly feather boas and tiaras because that’s the attire for the party obviously and Harry comes rolling in with his pretty shorts and milky white skin and glitter eyeshadow and lipgloss and he’s all like “hi! I see we have a birthday girl today!” And Louis who obviously looks hella daddy and scruffy in this moment in his early 30s is staring at Harry like oh my god let me take you to the nearest bathroom stall and have my way with you and Harry KNOWS it can feel it and God he’s being extra giggling and lingering around the party more and smiling at Louis and batting his eyelashes even bending over a bit too slowly to pick up that empty cupcake wrapper to show off his cute little ass and the party is fairly nice until one of the kids spills a drink on Harry’s thin little crop and Louis sees an outline of a lacy padless bra pressed against Harry’s chest and Louis is GONE
He shoots up immediately and darts for the bathroom to try to get himself together
Harry comes after to fix his shirt and possibly change but once the two are alone in the bathroom they stare at each other for a long while before Louis grabs Harry and yanks him over, Harry squealing and rolling over in his skates and then they’re kissing like mad, breathing heavily into each other mouths and groping each other. It gets so bad Louis practically grabs Harry’s thigh and lifts it up beside his hip as they’re just making out and getting more and more sexually frustrated and it’s so so hot and Louis is hella horny but hey there’s a party outside so no can do kiddo so they part after a while and Harry rolls back to grab his spare crop he’d brought with him and he changes his shirt while looking at Louis the entire time showing off the pretty real bra he had on before pulling the crop on Louis watching the entire time before Harry giggles and balls up the wet crop after fiddling with it for a while and playfully tosses it at Louis with a cute smile before skating out of the bathroom leaving Louis with a crop top with a little number written in sharpie at the very base of the shirt near the hem rip

Warm Coffee

Anonymous said to seokjinniefromtheblock: Could you write a scenario of Yoongi and a waitress or barista girl? It can be just fluff but anything you decide would be great as well! I love your playboy!Namjoon fic, btw! 

I never wrote something so small so i tried, also i understand nothing about coffee lol Tell me if you would like more or something. Hope you like it!

Originally posted by chimines




It wasn’t the first time Yoongi went to the small coffee shop down the street from his apartment. He went there quite a lot, actually. The coffee - his life fuel, by now he was most part coffee than water- was good, the atmosphere was decent, the place had a fast wifi connection and usually, it wasn’t too crowded.

But the best thing about the thing was that the staff had somehow always been a little bit intimidated by him and his sleep-deprived face, so nobody bothered him while he was trying to concentrate on composing something or writing an assignment, which was frankly all he asked for in his short life.

It was another normal night for him, sitting at the corner table, next to a big window so clean he could see all the color in the sky as the sun set, covering everything in an orange glow. He had a cup of coffee in front of him, his laptop opens on his stupid economy assignment, and everything was good. Everything was normal, like usual. Yoongi loved normal. Normal meant he didn’t have to spend more energy than necessary with every human interaction. Well. not completely normal, because he had gotten there earlier than usual, having a deadline for his assignment that he couldn’t do at home, at least not when Namjoon had his boyfriend Seokjin over there. Not that the two were doing the nasty, Seokjin was just extremely loud by nature.

Scrubbing the back of his hands over his bleary eyes, he looked up deciding to take a break from thinking about numbers in countries he didn’t care about. That’s when he saw you.

Leaning over the counter, you were talking to a kid from one of his classes - the same one who wouldn’t shut up all class and had a cute boxy smile, he noticed. The girl didn’t seem to notice how much he talked,  was just smiling fondly at him as he gesticulated in accord to the story he was telling, whereas if Yoongi had been the one to be talking to him he would already have told him to shut up for five seconds.

There was maybe another five patrons in the shop, all doing their thing quietly. It wasn’t that busy, not as much as he was expecting, but the shop wasn’t one of the most visited anyway. Not with being almost hidden, in a little street, at the end of it, just a little sign indicating that there was a business inside the place anyway. There was just another person working with you, the same one who worked the night shift, Park Jimin - who was, by the way, the only reason Yoongi was aware this place existed. Jimin was busy sitting down next to the loud kid, not yet in his apron so he could only think that his shift hadn’t actually started yet.

Like you felt the blond haired man staring at you, you lifted your gaze, dark eyes looking straight at him as you let a smile curve your pink lips.

Yoongi averted his gaze back to his computer screen, feeling a blush heat his cheeks and fuck, Min Yoongi didn’t blush just because of a chick. So he must have been coming down with something, right?

Sure. That was it. When he looked again, trying his best to pretend he had dropped something on the floor, she was already occupied with taking an order from a newcomer, smiling brightly at the strange person.

Park Jimin was not, and just like when Hoseok had introduced the both of them, Jimin smiled wide at the older man across the shop, mouthing a “Gotcha, hyung” like the little shit that he was. And shit, Yoongi was never gonna hear the end of it.

He focused again at the assignment, working faster so that he could leave soon because he did not need Park fucking Jimin telling the rest of their friends that he-

-

“-was blushing because a pretty girl smiled at him.” Jimin finished telling the table at the room at their usual Noraebang spot.

“You little shit,” Yoongi grunted, having to be held physically held back by a laughing Hoseok - which, by the way, fuck him too. The level of disrespect he had to suffer from all of his friends was insane, why did he even put up with then for christ sakes- “I had a fever, don’t go making up things you midget-”

“Yeah, a fever down your pants.” He snorted back, high-fiving Hoseok over the table.

“He’s hardly smaller than you, Yoongi.” Jin interrupted the curse ready to leave Yoongi mouth, hand dipping inside the bag of chips as he smiled down at a grumpy looking blonde. “Was she that pretty to make you blush?”

“I mean,” Jimin piped from across the table, eyes on the screen looking for a song to sing, “she’s okay, I guess? She’s really nice though, totally the opposite of our resident Grinch there.”

“You shut your dirty mouth, she’s beautiful,” Yoongi said before he could even stop himself, gaining more snickers from Namjoon and Hoseok. “ I’m not that bad. And I don’t hate Christmas.”

Namjoon looked at him with what could only be described as pity. “Yeah, but that’s just because there’s food, hyung.”

Yoongi couldn’t really argue with that.

“You should ask her out. It’s been awhile since you went on a date.” Hoseok beamed, looking more excited than he should. “We could dress you up! We could make you look like a real boy!”

“Nobody is dressing me up.” Yoongi was quick to say. “I’m not asking her out. I don’t ask people out. Shut up and sing, now. Stop discussing my lack of love life.”

Later when everybody is a little drunk - well, everybody save from him and Jin who was the designated driver- the older looks at him after the both of them had managed to drag Namjoon to bed, putting a hand over his shoulder to stop him from going into his room.

“You should talk to her, the coffee girl. Don’t overthink it, Yoongi. At least take a chance, maybe she’s a nice girl even if you don’t go out. Don’t stop yourself from being happy just because you’re afraid of it, okay?”

If with was anyone else, Yoongi would have barked a witty comeback, but this was Seokjin, the one who brought him food and made sure he was eating, still breathing. The one who together with Namjoon had made sure he was okay every day, was still managing, even to this day. So all Yoongi says after a low sigh is, “Okay, hyung. Good night.”


He had begun to go to the coffee shop earlier every day, after all but bribing the information from Jimin that you worked the shift before his. Sometimes he just went with a book, sometimes he ordered some pastry to eat too, but mostly he was just trying to make himself actually have a conversation with you. But every time you made him a conversational question, nothing came out, He could only nod, looking grumpy and completely like an asshole.

Today, he convinced himself, today I’ll get my head out of my ass and be a normal human being and I’m going to be pleasant.

You looked up from the coffee you were making, smiling widely at him. “Nice to see you again, are you going to order your usual?”

He nodded saying quietly after, “Please.”

This day someone had already come and took his usual table, so he just sat on the tall stool in front of the counter,  You place the black mug in front of him along with a cake slice. “That’s a little gift for coming here almost every day. I made it today, and I’m a great cake maker.” You winked good-naturedly at him, turning around to organize some cups.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re here again, hyung.”

Yoongi closed his eyes with more force than needed. Of course, that was just what he needed. “Park fucking Jimin.

“The one and only. My shift starts in an hour, don’t look at me like that, I deserve to be here more than you!” He seated himself on the stool next to him, looking at you over the counter. “Hi, noona, can you give me a cupcake?”

You obliged, placing a well-decorated cupcake in front of the younger boy, looking at the both of them next to each other, smiling softly. “Oh, are you two friends?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Jimin shot him a dirty look. “We are, Yoongi hyung is just being mean.”

He was again a victim of her gaze on him. “That’s your name, then? It’s pretty. I’m Y/N”

He swallowed around nothing, feeling the sweat form at the palms of his hands. “I know.” then seeing the surprised look on your face, he quickly adds, “I mean, name tag.”

You laughed, smacking the palm of your hand against your forehead. “Of course.”

Jimin shook his head at the both of you. He might be younger than the both of you, but at least he wasn’t so socially awkward. “Noona, you can go home, I can take it from here. Eat my cupcake, I don’t feel hungry anymore.”

You looked at him a little confused, but nodded anyway, taking off the red apron and releasing your long hair from the ponytail, letting it fall free on her shoulder and Yoongi could die a happy man when she sat next to him, smiling up at him again.

“So, Yoongi, what is it that you’re always typing? Are you a writer?”

He almost choked on his coffee. “Uh, I mean, kinda? I’m a music major, so I compose songs. And stuff.”

You nodded again, chewing at the cupcake in your hands, looking at him intently again. “Is that why you like to be quiet? So you can concentrate?”

He averted his eyes, feeling awkward. “I- yeah, but I’m also just shy. I’m not really good at making small talk.”

“Oh, I’m like that too.” at his disbelieving gaze, you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, pink dusting your cheeks as you looked self-conscious. “I mean, not in here because that’s sorta part of my job, but outside I’m really bad at it.”

God, she was so cute. Yoongi blinked a little, watching you as you fidgeted with the cupcake wrapper, looking over at Jimin who was engaged in a conversation about the last drama with some other regular.

“You seem to be doing okay with me, though.”

Your blush intensified. “Well, I have been trying to talk to you all week, so I guess I had practice?”

He resisted the urge of pinching himself. “Oh, that’s… yeah, I’ve been doing the same.”

Jimin snorted from across the counter, making the older shot him a warning glance. “Hyung, just do it.”

You seemed not to hear the younger boy, getting up and looking at your phone. “ Oh shit, I have to go catch my bus. I’ll see you both tomorrow, bye!”

And before Yoongi could even reply, you were already out of the shop, backpack hitting your hips as you walked away.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, just go out there and ask her out before you can chicken out hyung.”

For once, Yoongi listened. He got up, half running after you, not allowing himself to think this over because yes, he would chicken out, he would find a million reasons not to go through with it before he ever did.

That’s why he didn’t say hi again, just went. “Do you want to maybe go grab a coffee someday?” without barely breathing, hands on his knees as he breathed hard from the te exercise he just did.

You startled, almost dropping your phone as your turned around. When you saw who it was, the brightest smile he had ever seen had taken your lips.

“I would love to, but we can go have dinner instead. I’m kinda tired of coffee.And you can show me your songs, and stuff.”

And for once, as you passed your phone to him so he could save his number, he made a mental notice to thank Park fucking Jimin, that insufferable angel of a friend.

Just Friends

Summary- You and Ethan had been pretty good friends for a long time. You never really wanted to be anything else, but then, one day, he changed your mind.

Word Count- 1135

Warnings- FLUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF and some cursing but mostly FLUUUUUUUUFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Pairing-Ethan x Reader

A/n- It’s weird how fast my fandom can change. I went from Tv’s Supernatural to Youtube’s Markiplier and Ethan. I’m weird, and have too much time on my hands. Also, sorry it’s short.

Tags- @lapseasteelis @mycuddlycorner @acklesdowneyandhiddles-ohmy @not-moose-one-shots @dannyphantomm

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Heartbreaker

Request: Hii, could do you write a theo imagine based on ‘how to be a heartbreaker’ by marina and the diamonds?? I love your imagines btw xx  

Word Count: 1.34K words

Pairing:Theo Raeken X Reader

PART 2


Y/N’s POV

“Are you kidding me Stiles?”I asked him.

“Please Y/N,just pretend to be interested in him and make him fall for you.”Liam said.

“Yeah,that way we can know more about him,”Stiles said hopefully.

We were currently at the hallways.Stiles,me and Liam.They were asking me to make Theo,the mysterious boy who just came to Beacon Hills,to fall in love with me.

“C’mon you’re perfect for this job,”Stiles sighed.

“Excuse me?”I asked irritated.

Liam lightly punched Stiles and said,”he meant like you know only you can help us,we saw the way he looks at you,he’s totally into you.”

“Oh wow,”I mumbled.

“Yeah,we know this will be your first time to pretend to be in love,but it’s for the sake of the pack,please Y/N,”Stiles begged.

“Okay fine,I will try.”I sighed giving up.

Liam and Stiles hugged me tightly before saying thank you several times.

I chuckled and hugged them back.I love them.


Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun,
But baby when you’re done, you gotta be the first to run

I was nervous as to how I will pull this plan off,last night I couldn’t sleep.I made scenes in my head on how to approach and how to find out his secrets.

I decided I will start off by casual flirting,so when the next day I saw him in the hallways,I walked towards him confidently.

“Theo,right?”

“Yeah,hi Y/N,”he said smirking.

“So,how’s school going so far?”I started making a conversation.

“It’s going pretty well,”he said.

The school bell rang.

“My first class is English,see you later Theo,”I said beginning to walk away.

“I have English now as well,you didn’t notice?”He chuckled.

“Oh right,I forgot,let’s walk together?”I asked playing it off cool.

“Gladly.”


*after few weeks*

“Your place tonight?”Theo asked while walking towards the school’s exit door.

“Yeah,we will have another Harry Potter marathon!”I said enthusiastically.

“Okay,or we could Netflix and chill,you know.”He winked.

I blushed and slapped his shoulder playfully.

These past few weeks I got Theo to like me more and things got a little intimate between us as well.He was amazing.


Rule number two, just don’t get attached to,
Somebody you could lose

Every passing day I felt guiltier to have to pretend with Theo.Now the situation have gone so far out of my hand that I actually started falling for him.

I tried,I tried so much not to feel attached but I couldn’t stop myself.

“Hey you okay there?”Theo’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

“Hmm,”I replied.

“You look distracted my love,you okay?”He asked concerned.

“No it’s nothing,”I said cuddling more to his side and trying to watch the movie,even though I paid no attention.


This is how to be a heartbreaker
Boys they like a little danger
We’ll get him falling for a stranger, a player

Currently we were baking cupcakes together at his place.He was so concentrated making the batter.I just admired him.Once he was done and put the batter in the oven I decided to talk to him.

“Theo?”I asked.

“Yes?”He smiled.

“Why do you love me?”I blurted out.

“Because you make amazing lasagna,”he joked.

“Oh shut up,like for real?”

“I love you because out of everything in my life you’re the only one who makes sense,who cares for me and god I don’t know but you’re just so perfect,beautiful and mine.”He started.

”Also,you’re the only girl I’ve seen who’s so strong,who wouldn’t settle for unfair business and is so smart.”He concluded.

I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks,this is not fair,he didn’t deserve me.

“Baby,why are you crying?”He asked coming closer to me and cupping my face.

“Nothing,I love you Theo,”I replied kissing him.

Cause I lo-lo-lo-love you. 


Rule number three, wear your heart on your cheek
But never on your sleeve, unless you wanna taste defeat

Each passing day,I fall for him more.I lost,I lost when the first day he said he loved me,and I genuinely loved him,cared for him.

After the second week,I didn’t even pretend to be honest.It was genuine. 


Rule number four, gotta be looking pure
Kiss him goodbye at the door and leave him wanting more-more

Tonight was great,”Theo said walking me to my doorstep.

“It was,baby.”I kissed him,which soon turned into a makeout session.

“Okay,okay stop.”I laughed pulling off.

“Why so soon?I love you,kiss me.”He pouted.

“No,go home,I’ll see you at school.”I laughed.

“Fine,”he whined.

“Love you,”I called back.

“Love you more.”He yelled back.


Girls, we do, whatever it will take
Cause girls don’t want, we don’t want our hearts to break
In two, so it’s better to be fake
Can’t risk losing in love again babe.

I was tired to be fake around Theo,although I genuinely love him.I thought he didn’t deserve me,and this relationship started out as a lie.I decided to tell Stiles,now I don’t even pretend and I’m with him fully and deeply and madly.

I can’t risk him finding out from someone else,it’s time I inform Liam and Stiles to never mention it infront of him.

I walked towards the hallway and saw Stiles and Liam along with Hayden and Mason.

“Hi Y/N,”Hayden said smiling.

“Hey guys.”I smiled weakly.

“You look sad,what happened?”Mason asked concerned.

“I’m fine,just a bit tired,”I shrugged.

“Okay.”Stiles said smiling.

“Hayden,Mase?Can I talk with Liam and Stiles alone?If you don’t mind?”I asked.

“Sure Y/N,but you kids better not be plotting my murder.”Mason joked.

“Can’t make promises.”I chuckled lowly.

“Hahaha,okay gotta go,bye Liam,bye guys.”Hayden said kissing Liam briefly.

After they left Liam asked,”what is it Y/N?”

“I want you guys to know that,now I don’t even pretend.I fell for him,for real.”I sighed.

“No Y/N,he’s dangerous.”Stiles began.

“Oh how so?”I questioned.

“I don’t know,but I do know he’ll break your heart.”

“If he does break my heart,I deserve it since I started talking with him just because you guys said so,I was not even interested in him.”As I finished,I saw Liam and Stiles looking nervous.

I turned around to see what they were so nervous about and the colour of my face drained as I spotted Theo,who listened to only the last part of the conversation probably.

“Theo…”I said slowly.

I saw his face wore a hurt expression,he looked disappointed,he started walking outside the school.

“THEO,WAIT!”I yelled running after him.

“PLEASE THEO,STOP.”I stopped him as he was beginning to open his car door.

“Please let me explain baby,”I said my voice cracking.

“Don’t you dare baby me.”He said through gritted teeth.

“I swear after two weeks,I felt genuinely adoration towards you,please believe me.”I begged.

“You played with my heart,do you even love me?”He asked looking completely broken.

“I do!”I insisted cupping his face.

“Really Y/N?You sure you weren’t playing around?”He asked furiously.

“Please Theo believe me,if you listened to the conversation from the start you would’ve known I actually fell for you.”

“I don’t believe you,you’re a liar,a player.I trusted you so much,I spent nights showing you how much I loved you,and all these time you were just faking it.”He said shakily.

“Loved?”I said slowly.

“Yeah loved,because now I don’t think I will ever be able to love you again.”He said turning the other way.

“Please Theo,don’t let us end,give me a second chance,please Theo.”I said hugging him from behind.He tensed up.

“There was no us,it was only one sided,I can’t risk it.”

“Please Theo..”

“Stop it Y/N,you’ve done enough damage.”His voice cracked.

He got in his car and drove away,leaving me heartbroken.I deserved it.

anonymous asked:

One day Bucky sees you do your happy dance when Sam and Steve bring you your favourite food. Soon, he starts presenting you with food all the time, just to see you smile and wiggle. Everyone catches on, and they just think it's adorable that big bad James Buchanan Barnes orders red velvet cupcakes and ice cream to see his crush do a little wiggle.

Oh my god, just casually bringing you food every day heheh 

he definitely records you doing it once so he can take it on a mission with him 

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anonymous asked:

(Im so sorry to ask so late at night but this would not leave my head!) Would you maybe.. ONLY IF YOU WANTED TOO Write a short little story about 2P England and a shy reader who just confessed her feelings? (Oh god I'm so sorry please ignore this if you want too)

Dear Anon, never apologize for late night asks. We, the admins, never sleep. And asks are always allowed. Any time, any day. Plus, this is super cute! Therefore I will answer it…NOW! -Admin Jay

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Nevada Ramirez & Crybaby: and ‘Cookie’

Yea… this happened… I’m still really distracted by Raúl and the puppy…

Originally posted by notmyacht

Canon Character: Nevada ‘Trujillo’ Ramirez (Trouble In The Heights)
OC: ‘Crybaby’ Caroline, long-time girlfriend and consistent thorn in his side.
The Ta-Do: House party, not too far from their new apartment.
Warnings: Cussing, drug use (smokin’ reefer), feels.


“Crybaby!”

While pouting, she twist a bit at the waist, mostly just to please him. “What'dya want?” Hollering, over the music coming from someone’s shitty speaker system. “I’m busy.”

Nevada groaned, started shouldering his way through the crowd so he could manage to curl a hand around her wrist. “You’re not busy,” he splayed fingers out towards the little collection of now-hushed girls she was standing with; pretty young ladies wearing too-short skirts, gossiping and chatting about nothing really important- “You’re chattin’, c'mon.”

He tugged at her waist, Caroline rolled her eyes and began reciting her ’I’m sorry’s to the girls who understood, as she was drug through the little apartment. There really shouldn’t be this many people here, she thought to herself, while struggling to maintain the pace of her man’s strides. It was probably a fire hazard, or should be…

But nobody really cared about that.

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rayer132  asked:

Thank you for the previous prompt! It made me laugh so hard I cried! With the holidays coming up there are always those people that surprise their families with baby news. I was wondering what the Voltron Family would do. You can pick who.

OMFG this is waaaaay into the future but alright since it’s in time with the holidays XD 

It’s the 23rd of December and The Voltron Family were once again spending their Christmas in Japan on the 25th. So, they were having a Christmas dinner at home first with everyone’s partners before heading to Asia. The three little kids are already adults and have partners but only Hunk was married to Shay. Lance had a different lover this time going on their first year and Pidge, well, Pidge was still with Lotor because it turned out they were great with each other. They were eating dinner in the dining room when Hunk stood up.

Hunk: *clears his throat* I’d like to have everyone’s attention please.
Keith: *looks up at Hunk* *confused*
Hunk: *looks at everyone looking at him* Excellent. *smiles*
Nyma: *looks at Lance in question* Do you know—
Lance: *shrugs* Dunno. Guess we’ll have to find out.
Hunk: Okay, so… I thought it would be perfect to announce this. Shay and I are… having a baby!!! *hands in the air excitedly*
Shiro: *blinks at Hunk*
Keith: *jaw drops* 
Lance: HOHOOHOOHOHOHOHOHOH! *claps* *stands up to hug Hunk* CONGRATULATIONS YOU BIG GUY!!! *hugs Shay* And you too, sweet thing. *kisses Shay on the cheek*
Shay: *laughs* Thanks, Lance.
Keith: *whispers to himself* *squeezes Shiro’s hand* Too young. My baby is too young. *looks at Shiro helplessly* Hunk is too young!!
Shiro: *shakes his head in amusement* *chuckles* Hunk is already 30, Keith.
Keith: TOO YOUNG!!!!! We had kids when we were 33, Shiro!!
Shiro: Keith, relax. It’s perfectly the right age.
Keith: Hunk is 3 years early!!
Lotor: *whispers to Pidge* Your Daddy’s having a breakdown.
Pidge: *looks at Keith* *smug* Oh he’ll be fine. *turns to Hunk* Dude, I’m so happy for you!! Can’t wait to be the best Auntie!
Lotor: Congratulations, Hunk and Shay. *smiles*
Pidge: *whispers to Lotor* Ew, they totally did The Thing.
Lotor: *chuckles* *squeezes Pidge’s hand* I know. Gross.
Hunk: *eyes Lotor and Pidge* I can see you guys, you know. *frowns*
Keith: *defensive* Are you saying there’s something wrong with Lotor and Pidge, Hunk? Do you have a problem with your sister—
Shiro: *stops Keith* Relax. *looks at Hunk* Your Dad and I are happy for you, Hunk. You and Shay will become perfect parents.
Hunk: *beams* I hope I can be like you guys!
Lance: Awwwww, that’s so cute, Hunk. But I don’t think neither you nor Shay can perfect Daddy Keith’s scowl.
Keith: *scowls at Lance*
Lance: Pffftt!! See what I mean!
Nyma: *shakes her head* Forgive, Lance. He’s upset he wasn’t able to get the limited edition of the new Assassin’s Creed game.
Lance: Hey! Don’t you just expose me like this, Nyma! *pouts*
Pidge: Ever thought of a name yet?
Shay: *smiles* We still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy actually.
Pidge: Might I suggest Pidgeot?
Hunk: *gasp* What the? W H Y?
Pidge: Because I’ve always wanted a little Pidgeot with me. So you gotta produce it for me since I obviously won’t do it.
Hunk: Oh my god. Unbelievable.
Shay: *smiles at Pidge* You’re definitely something else.
Pidge: *smiles* Thanks! It’s a deal then.
Keith: *smiles at Shay and Hunk* You better let me carry that baby, okay? And I still want to be called “Daddy Keith” by my grandbaby. So Hunk you can be like “Papa.” No arguments.
Lance: *snorts* How selfish is that! *laughs*
Keith: *sniffs* I just want to be—
Pidge: Oh noes. Here comes the waterworks.
Shiro: *chuckles* *hugs Keith* Awwww, there, there, cupcake. *kisses Keith on the forehead* *turns to Hunk* I’m still “Daddy Shiro” to your kid.
Hunk: Oh my god. *laughs* Fine. *looks at Shay* Guess we’ll be Mama and Papa then. 

anonymous asked:

who would be a sweet talker/praiser and who would be a degrader?

Oh boy, this…please my heart ovaries can’t take this

Seokjin, 1000000% Sweet talker. Like, nothing but how beautiful you are would ever come out of his mouth. “You’re so beautiful, aren’t you?”, “My sweet little cupcake”, “The sounds you make are like an angel”.

Yoongi, degraaaaddderrrrrrrrrr FFS. I don’t even need to explain it. “God you’re such a little slut for my cock, aren’t you?” “Fuck, you take it so well”, “Your cute little pussy is so fucking wet for daddy”.

Namjoon, 80% Praise, 20% Degrader. Like, his mood would totally shift depending on the day he’s had, but he’d never be aggressive. “Daddy loves it when you moan for him”, “Baby girl, you better be on your knees by the time I get over there”, “Come on, I know my little bitch can be louder than that”.

Hoseok, UGH He’s such a fucking switch I could never tell you specifically which he’d be, because he’s fuckinggggggg extra. You’d get things like, “Oh my princess is so gorgeous today”, “Why don’t you come over here so Oppa can help get rid of some of that stress” ORRRRR “I’ll have you screaming so loud, your neighbours are gonna know how much of a little whore you are”.

Jimin, PRAISEEEE FO DAYSSSSS. He can dirty talk for days, but he’d never be a degrader. He’s sweet, but totally into what you’re doing. “Jagiya, I love you so much”, “I just want to make you feel good”, or this little fuckin heathen would belt out shit like, “oh god, Jagi, you’re so tight, you feel so good around me”, “Scream my name, baby, I want to hear my name off those lips like it’s the only word you know”.

Taehyung, I’m not even sure he can be labeled?? like he’d literally just belt out whatever the fuck came to mind at that exact moment. “Oh shit, that feels so good”, “I just really want to bend you over that counter and watch your ass bounce”, or in a sickly sweet tone, “Jagiiii, can you please come suck me off? I really want to feel your lips right now”.

Jungkook, to be honest? I don’t think he’d be anything. He’d be more of a grunter, a groaner, and a growler. You’d know he was having fun by the noises he made, not the words coming from his mouth. You’d get obscenities like “Oh fuck,” or “holy shit” followed by some heaving panting, but I don’t think you’d get anything near the other boys.

~Admin Vis

Types of EXO Stans

**I did not do the original ‘Types of Seventeen Stans’ post that this request is referring to, it can be found here. But I would be more than happy to do my own version.** :)

D.O. Stans: ‘Did you hear my babies high note?! He is the main singer for a reason.!  Look at the little cutie!’ Very protective.

Baekhyun Stans: *after monster comeback* HOT DAMN. Cannot contain themselves. abs. *screaming*

Chanyeol Stans: Happy viruses, very smiley and cute. Still baffled that looks do not match his voice. ‘Have you seen this much adorable? He’s a little puppy!’  

Suho Stans: The mother of the other stans. Makes sure people aren’t getting into trouble. Face palms at his attempts to be cool, yet they are the same way.

Kai Stans: There are two extremes, ‘yay he’s growing up he’s dating!’ so proud. OR ‘WHYYY GOD WHYYY’ *sobs profusely*

Lay Stans: What was that? oH I’m sorry I CANT HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MILLIONS OF OVARIES EXPLODING EACH TIME THIS BOY HIP THRUSTS IN HIS DANCES. *dead*

Xiumin Stans: Baozi. Bun. Still is in denial about him being the eldest. Calls him all the food nicknames, ‘Look at this little muffin.’ ‘My little marshmallow!’ ‘He’s such a little cupcake.’ How can someOnE BE SEXY AND CUTE AT THE SAME TIME.?

Chen Stans: Sassy af, pranksters of the bunch. ‘His voice could melt chocolate, do you not understand!?’ 

Sehun Stans: YEHET. OHORAT. SHAWTY IMA PARTY TILL THE SUNDOWN. Meme central headquarters. Tries to act like they know what they are doing but doesn’t know how to handle most situations.

Kris, Tao, and Luhan Stans: RIP. Left with raw emotions by SM. Fiesty, ready to fight. SCREW YOU SM, YOU WRECKED ME. MY BABY *sobbing* COME HOME

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*drops mic*

~BangtanBunnie 

Doflamingo reaction

Thanks for the ask !

Doflamingo reacting to his daughter making cupcakes for the family

- I think he is over protective with his daughter, like you can’t even touch her without hearing a Fufufu in the room. 

- He is really in love with his daughter (not in a strange way) and likes to spend time with her. She is his little diamond. 

- So every time she is doing something, even if it’s something normal, he is like “Oh my god, baby this is beautiful you are an artist” or “ you are very beautiful today my princess” 

- So if she cooks something for them he will eat them in a minute and be like “Oh that’s the best cupcakes I’ve ever eat ! You are very good at cooking”. 

- Will force all the family to eat them, looking them like “Trust me you like this cupcakes”. 

- Will say to his S/O “ She got this skill from me.” 

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AU ideas that nobody asked for
  • ‘i have no pockets or gloves to stick my hands in on this cold winter day in the city but you just gave me your mittens to use until i got off the train and shit youre really cute and the gloves are still warm and oh my god were going to the same place shit fuck shit’ au
  •  'i eat way more pastries than i really should because the guy who owns the local bakery is really cute and i dont know how else to talk’ au 
  • ‘i was trying to call my friend to rant about my dog biting my furniture but your number is one digit off and i just spent three minutes ranting about how dumb my dog is to a total stranger, im so so sorry’ au
  • ‘i lost my phone in the city so i called it from my friends phone and you picked up, lets meet at a local cafe so i can get it back’ au 
  • 'instead of drawing the model in our art class ive been drawing you instead because i think youre really cute and oh my god all my papers just fell out of my folder and you saw them and oh my god theres hearts on some of them please kill me now’ au 
  • 'i was trying to pass you a note in class that said i liked you but it got intercepted and now the person that sits next to you thinks i  was trying to give it to them, and oh my god why do you look so upset and disappointed???’ au 

  • 'when i was 13 i told you i liked you the day you moved away and you never gave me an answer and now im 21 and you moved back and now i realize youre still just as cute as you used to be and im STILL IN LOVE WITH YOU?? so how about that answer’ au

  • 'the guy whos playing the piano at this ritzy hotel at staying at for a business trip is SUPER cute, and im going to die and 'OH SHIT THEIR ROOM IS RIGHT NEXT TO MINE’ au 

  • 'we live in an apartment complex and i almost burnt down our whole floor cause i was trying to make cupcakes at 3am, sorry’ AU
       
  • 'we made a pact that if we were still both single by 30 we would get married and ive basically been ditching every date i get because i have a huge crush on you, im 29 and youre 30 and my birthdays in a couple weeks but oh my god you have a s/o now??? what the fuck???’ au

  • 'i was looking through the posters at walmart and i was staring at the my little pony one for WAY too long but i swear to god im not into that i was thinking about buying it for my little sister, please understand’ au
Red Velvet

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: None
Summary: Reader finds out something shocking about Bucky.  
A/N: So , to flex these writing muscles I thought I’d start Fluffy Fanfic Friday! I’m going to try and write a fluffy Bucky drabble every Friday. If you want to send a request please do! Right here. 
Word count : 637 

Originally posted by faded-facades

“It’s just not possible Bucky” you said simply, returning to washing the dishes.

“It’s really not that hard to believe, doll” he retorted, drying a wet plate you just handed him. Moments went by and you continued doing the washing up. The silence was comfortable between you, the sound of splashing water filling the air. The dishes were finally finished, dropping your sponge in the sink you turned to Bucky.

“You’ve really never had a cupcake before?” you crossed your arms and you rose an eyebrow inquisitively.  Bucky shook his head and suddenly you felt a pang of sadness latch onto your heart. Sure, it was just a cupcake but it also was so much more and you wondered what else he had missed out on. “Well it’s sorted, get the flour” you pointed to a top shelf cabinet, Bucky smiled wistfully at you and grabbed the flour.

“And now for the fun bit, we add the red food colouring” the red velvet cupcakes were almost done and ready to put in the oven. You and Bucky had spent the last half an hour making the most perfect red velvet cupcakes. The laughter and smiles you had shared and even the brief flour fight told you Bucky was having a great time. Bucky poured the red colouring into the mix while you mixed it. He let out a soft “wow”, eyes widening slightly in amazement and it made your heart clench with happiness. After scooping them into the tray you finally put them in the oven.

Bucky and you were snuggled on the couch comfortably while your cupcakes cooked. Both your heads popped up from the action movie playing when you finally heard the ding. Bucky eagerly grabbed at a warm cupcake only for you to slap his hand away. “They have to cool so we can frost them, Buck” you explained, a cute scowl forming on his face like a child who had just been denied. “You waited 90 years, I think you can wait a little more” you joked, pulling out all the ingredients you needed for the frosting. Whipping up the frosting quickly it was time to ice them with the perfect swirl. And finally, for the first time in his life James Buchanan Barnes took a bite of a cupcake.

“Oh my god, doll” he moaned around a mouthful of cupcake. You smiled and took a bite of yours, the chocolatey flavour exciting your tastebuds. “These are the best thing I’ve ever tasted” he took another bite and it was almost gone. Your focus was all on Bucky and you hadn’t even noticed the tiny bit of frosting on your top lip. But Bucky had. “You got a little frosting-” reaching his hand out , using this thumb he swiped at the sweet frosting and then with a lustful look licked the icing off his thumb. You almost moaned out loud at the sight.

Suddenly, Bucky softly cupped your face with both hands. The metal was a cool contrast to your flushed cheeks and you lent in to it. “I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time” he said barely above a whisper. Leaning his head down, his lips touched yours softly. He tasted sweet from the frosting and this time you did moan. The moan spurring him on, the kiss becoming passionate and full of desire. Lifting you up onto the counter with ease, he broke away from the kiss. Slightly panting , Bucky chuckled quietly to himself.

“What?” you asked curiously , wanting him to kiss you again.

“I just thought those cupcakes were the best thing I had ever tasted , I was wrong” Bucky chuckled. Gripping his t-shirt you crushed your lips together once more and he was right , this was so much better than cupcakes.