Does anyone else think newly human Gabriel would have issues with the height of his vessel?

I keep picturing him in the kitchen of the bunker, cooking something special for Sam, and he needs something from the top shelf. The boys don’t think about putting things up there, they can both reach it just fine, Gabriel though… Not so much. 

And he’s muttering, dragging a groaning chair across the floor. He’s not going to ask someone to help him, but he’s gonna make sure they all know that he needed something off that shelf. 

“Damn brothers and their perfect gene pool,” he mutters as he climbs up, “never think about anyone else around here. What about the people who aren’t nine feet tall?” 

And once he’s got the powdered sugar in his hand and he turns to drag the chair back he sees Sam. The giant is just standing there, casually being tall as he leans into the doorway. His long arms are crossed, and so are his ankles, as he watches Gabriel with a tiny smug smile on his face. 

Gabriel drags the chair again, even louder this time. 

Sam raises his voice to be heard over the racket. “You know you can ask for help with stuff like that, right?”

And Gabriel is so irritated today by all the insanely annoying human things he has to deal with that he turns on Sam in a flash. He crosses the room, sticking a finger in Sam’s chest.

“Screw you, Sam Winchester! You with your impossibly long legs. You probably don’t think anything about putting stuff almost to the ceiling, do you! No, you wouldn’t, not with those arms! Look at them, you’re like an orangutan or somethin’!” Gabriel motions up and down Sam’s entire body, like he’s disgusted. “And that stupid pretty face, with those damn dimples that make me wanna kiss you! It’s not fai– mmmff!

Sam cuts off the tirade with a kiss to the ex-angels lips. 

Gabriel melts, slowly relaxing, irritation draining away. He sags against Sam, then lifts up on his tip toes to kiss the hunter deeper. This is one thing he likes about being short, going up on his toes to kiss Sam. 

When they break apart Gabriel rests his forehead in Sam’s chest, the hunter’s arms wrapped tight around him. That’s something he kind of likes about being smaller than Sam too. 

“Don’t know why I picked such a short vessel, that was dumb,” he complains, words muffled into Sam’s flannel. 

“I don’t know,” Sam says into his hair, “I’m kind of fond of this vessel.” 

Gabriel smiles, though he doesn’t let Sam see it. “You just like my perfect ass.” 

That gets a laugh out of the hunter. “That, and a few other things.” 

I don’t know. I’m having all these newly human Gabriel thoughts today.          And I’m at work and can’t concentrate.

All the While, Part 4

You stood in front of the Potter house for a moment, the sun warm on the back of your neck, then walked up and knocked rather timidly on the door. Though you had been there before, you were uninvited and nervous after the reception you had received at Grimmauld Place.

James answered after a moment, surprise showing on his face before realization lit his features. “I didn’t answer your owl!”

“Hello, James,” you said with a smile. “And no, you didn’t. And neither did Sirius. I was just going to bend his ear about it because my mum’s at me to see who’ll be coming to the party, but when I went round his house they said he doesn’t live there. What in Merlin’s name happened?”

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Touken Ranbu Stage Report 5/20 7pm: Ohagi Party Version 2

Here’s what happened on their final performance! It started off similar to their performance earlier that afternoon, until Mackey makes a small mistake. XD

Shokudaikiri: Sorry for the wait~ Here’s something I made using my own special recipe! Ohagi!
Hasebe: *shoulders obviously shaking as he laughs*
Mikazuki: Oh! Ohagi, huh?
Mikazuki: *tries to reach out for a piece*
Mikazuki: Ah, my gloves will get dirty if I have one though.
Tsurumaru: Oh! My fingers are free though!! (Since he’s wearing fingerless gloves)
Tsurumaru: *reaches out for a piece*
Ichigo: Try not to get it on your clothes.
Tsurumaru: Alright! Now, let me take this, and give it to Hasebe~ Say “Ahh!”
Hasebe: *reluctantly opens mouth and accepts the ohagi*
Tsurumaru: How is it?
Hasebe: *incomprehensible*
Everyone: What?
Hasebe: Mmmff!
Hasebe: *tries to express that he can’t talk, and makes a circle using both of his hands to say that the ohagi is too big*
Ichigo: You want to eat a bigger one?
Everyone: Ohh!
Yamanbagiri: This isn’t the time to be having an ohage party-
Tsurumaru: Ohage?!
Yamanbagiri: Thi- This isn’t the time to be having an ohagi party! Now, how’s Sayo?
Tsurumaru: No, no, wait a second! What’s an ohagi party?
Yamanbagiri: Err… *laughs* Sayo’s status is more important right now-
Tsurumaru: I’m more curious about what an ohagi party is right now!
Yamanbagiri: An ohagi party is an ohagi party, okay?! *laughs*
Later on, when Hasebe stood up, Yamanbagiri asserts, “Oh Hasebe, where are off to? An ohagi party?” Mikazuki joins in, saying, “Ooh, is the ohagi party about to start?” XD

This summary was based on these fan reports: 1, 2

After the play, Touken Ranbu’s stage play director shares that “ohagi party” trended on Twitter at one point. There were more than 28,000 people tweeting about it. ヽ(^o^)丿He also poked fun at Mackey a little for misspeaking and saying “ohage” instead of “ohagi” earlier. XD It apparently caused a bit of a stir in the van handling the live broadcast.

dentist school final examination

instructor: mmmff mah ahhg ha mmmna dnnhh?

student: yes, I will accept this degree

instructor: congratulations, you passed the test

anonymous asked:

aaaaa tyki’s hands;;;;;; so big when he grabs allen’s head, his hips, his slender wrists...his muscled arms so big and protective when he holds and takes his little body;;;;

MNNHGGHHNN SWEATS Y-YEAH i have just got,, god ive got such a thing for tyki’s hands im just mmmff theyre so strong and elegant. long fingers, nice shape, keeps them clean. a few callouses and scars that really give them character - he works hard with his hands, they’re rough in places but still somehow have this look of delicacy. they’re an aristocrats hands, never made for hard work, but given to a man who uses them how he pleases. 

imagine how many times sheryl’s mourned that tyki never learned violin or piano, with hands like those. that he’d rather hold a pickaxe than a pen, telling him it’s a waste, it’s such a waste.

tyki, though, rarely uses weapons. he uses his hands, his ability to touch anything, and there’s such a threatening, deadly intimacy to that. 

im gonna cut myself off there but i have a LOT to say about tykis hands and BOY DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HIS ARMS MMMHH

flowersfangsandfeathers  asked:

Prompt: Inukag spending time together after a long week at work. Comforting each other and having some lazy time together. (I'll leave the fluff or the smutt to you darling :D )

AN: Here you go my darling! ^_^ I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3 Love you!! 

Kagome dragged her exhausted, work-roughened, and sore-for-some-weird-reason ass through the door of her apartment and unceremoniously dropped her purse to the floor as she shut the door with aforementioned tired ass. She kicked off her shoes, not giving the pair that was already there a second glance, and then with a long, heavy sigh, she trudged her way into the living room, climbed onto the couch, and ignored the various grunts and sounds her pillow emitted as she made herself comfortable.

Without bothering to open his eyes, Inuyasha shifted his position on the couch and put a hand on his girlfriend’s back as she tucked her face into his neck. “Hey.”


“Long day?”


“I see. Sounds rough.”


“I hate it when that happens. I hope you had an extra pair—” He cut himself off with a laugh when his girlfriend smacked his chest in retaliation. Wrapping both arms around her, Inuyasha sighed and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent and releasing a growl of content when a dainty hand seized his ear and started rubbing.

The couple stayed like that for an undetermined amount of time, happy to snuggle the night away on the couch and ignore all their other responsibilities, until Inuyasha’s phone started vibrating on the coffee table, breaking the peaceful quiet that had settled over them.

Inuyasha groaned and ignored the mobile, hiding his face in Kagome’s shoulder and trying valiantly to ignore the insistent buzzing. “Inuyasha,” Kagome prodded when her boyfriend still didn’t move to answer it. She received a grunt for her efforts and rolling her eyes, she grumbled and stretched out her arm to snatch the device from the table and peer at the screen. With a sigh, she swiped her finger and held the phone to her ear, laying her head back down on his chest. “Lazy Hanyou Hotline, how many I help you?”

Inuyasha gave a half-hearted growl of protest at that as Kagome listened to the caller. “Mmm, I dunno. Lemme ask.” She held the phone away from her as she poked the aforementioned lazy hanyou in the cheek with her other hand. “Miroku wants to know if you and I wanna get dinner with him and San.”

Kagome felt a puff of warm air against her neck as her half-demon released a sigh before pulling back and the look on his face was answer enough. She brought the phone back to her ear. “Sorry, Miroku,” she said. “He’s had a rough day at work today so he’s really not up to much of anything. How about next weekend?” She paused and smiled at his grateful look of relief. “Okay, sounds good. Tell San I said hi.  Sorry again.” Ending the call, Kagome tossed the phone back onto the table and propped her chin on his chest, still smiling as she brushed her finger across his jaw.

“You’re amazing,” Inuyasha mumbled as he turned his head and kissed her fingers.

“I know,” she replied and grinned at his snort. “I’ll order us a pizza if you find a movie?”

Inuyasha stared at her. “Why haven’t I married you yet?”

“Hmm, good question. Make sure it’s a good one.” Leaning up, she gave him a quick kiss then quickly hopped off and scuttled into the kitchen to grab the house phone and order a large pepperoni from their favorite pizzeria.

An hour later the duo were settled on the couch in the dark, both donned in comfy t-shirts and sweatpants, with some B-horror movie playing on the flat screen and a large pizza boxes with a few slices left sitting on the coffee table and empty beer bottles surrounding it.

Sprawled out on his side with Kagome tucked in snuggly against his chest, Inuyasha was feeling warm, lazy and happy as he watched the hero and heroine run for their lives from the killer. With his head propped on his hand, he lazily drew his claws up and down his girlfriend’s arm as she dozed on and off, emitting soft little noises of content. Quirking a half-grin, he gazed down at the head of raven hair with all the love he felt for her in his eyes and he leaned down to nuzzle her temple, his chest reverberating with a deep rumble.

“I was serious, you know,” he suddenly said in her ear as he dropped his arm to drape over her waist, tucking her closer against him.

Blinking, Kagome cocked her head onto his shoulder and tilted her face to gaze quizzically up at him. “About what?”

His amber gaze bore into her own. “About marrying you.”

Wide awake now, Kagome’s caramel-colored eyes widened and a blush stole across her cheeks. “Wha—y-you were?” Her voice came out as a breathy whisper while her heart skipped a beat in her chest.

“Yeah.” With his own heart doing double time, Inuyasha leaned down and brushed his lips across her cheek then kissed the corner of her mouth. “So will you? Marry me?”

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as a watery, but truly brilliant and genuine smile graced her features, those chocolate eyes he loved so much positively lighting up the whole room. “Yes,” she whispered and a breathy laugh escaped her lips. “You stupid idiot, of course I’ll—”

His mouth came down hers, swallowing the rest of her words, tasting that brilliant smile and claiming it as his own, claiming her tears, her laughs, her heart, as his own forevermore.

bluexbrownxrainbow  asked:

"Mmmff..." Aqua groaned into the pillow as she woke up, the sound causing her head to throb in pain. She rolled over and tried to open her eyes, hissing slightly at the bright light. "St-stars..." She muttered weakly. "How much... did I drink last night?"

Pink whimpered as the horrid migraine pounded in her head. However her eyes shot open the sound of someone else moving on the bed–which definitely wasn’t hers at the sight of dark blue sheets and a dark blue comforter. “Oh, fuck. Ohhhh fuck.” The Diamond murmured, sitting up. “Well. This is awkward.”

The Spoon Incident

“Yeah, sorry, what’s this?” Gregory Lestrade asked, looking down incredulously at the man sitting at his kitchen table.

“Breakfast.” Mycroft replied tiredly, picking at his food.

Greg snorted derisively, and began making himself some coffee. “Half a grapefruit and a cup of tea is not breakfast, Mycroft Holmes. And knowing you, you’ll miss lunch because you’re too busy.” Greg poked his spoon in Mycroft’s direction, emphasising his point.

“It’s breakfast for those of us who wish to lose weight, dear.” Mycroft said curtly, taking a sip of his tea.

Greg rolled his eyes as he sat opposite his lover, placing his steaming coffee on the table. “Not this again; you don’t need to lose weight! Honestly Myc, you and your godawful diets.”

“Just because you think I’m alright doesn’t mean that I am.” Mycroft said, icy blue eyes focussed entirely on the newspaper in front of him.

“Is this because Sherlock called you fat again? He’s a dick, and he’s your brother, of course he’s going to insult you.” Greg said.

Mycroft’s eyes snapped up to meet Greg’s concerned ones, anger blazing in their depths. “This has nothing to do with Sherlock; do you really think I’m that pathetic? I need to lose weight and that is that, so just drop it.” Mycroft stabbed at his grapefruit aggressively.

“Fine, fine. Just don’t come crying to me when you’re hungry and tired and doubting your self-worth.”

“I do not ‘doubt my self-worth.’”

“Yes you do.” Greg replied. “Every time you do. You decide to diet, get nowhere, end up crushing your self-esteem, and then it takes me hours of torturously slow sex to prove how perfect you are to me.”

Mycroft scowled into his tea, avoiding Greg’s imploring gaze. “It’s nice to see you’ve picked up on a pattern, Detective Inspector. It seems you’re not as useless as my brother makes out.”

His scathing sarcasm told Lestrade that he was a hopeless case at the moment, so he decided to leave the subject alone. “Whatever. You’d better go, or you’ll be late for whatever it is that you do.”

“Yes.” Mycroft said, standing and adjusting his tie. He walked to the door, retrieving his umbrella from the coat stand by the entrance. “Goodbye.” He said, and exited Lestrade’s flat.

Greg was, admittedly, a little put out the lack of a morning-slash-goodbye kiss, but he brushed it off and decided, instead, to think up something to do about his Holmes’ bad mood.

“You and Mycroft had a fight.” Sherlock stated bluntly, as himself and John approached the crime scene.

“Sherlock.” John hissed. “What did I say about discretion?”

The detective simply rolled his eyes at his little army doctor, wrapping a lanky arm around his waist. “It’s only Lestrade, what harm can I do? And besides, it’s true.”

John smiled apologetically at Greg, and he grinned back, not sure how John coped with the man.

“Well, I wouldn’t call it a fight, really. He just got a bit touchy because-”

“Because he’s fat. Yes, I know.” Sherlock cut in, earning a stern, no-nonsense glare from John.

“The body’s over there. Go make yourself useful and stop being a prick.” He said, and Sherlock swooped off obediently, hovering over the body and rattling off deductions.

“Sorry about that, he doesn’t know when to stop.” John said.

“It’s alright, I can put up with him if it means that this case is solved within the hour.” Greg replied.

They watched Sherlock jump around the crime scene for a few complacent minutes, until John asked, “So, er, is everything alright with you and Mycroft then?”

“Oh, yeah. Just the usual. He’s a sensitive git for all the confidence he exudes.”

“Mhm.” John agreed knowingly. “Very delicate self-esteems, the Holmes brothers have.”

“He’s the same then?” Greg asked, referring to Sherlock, who was currently flouncing away from a pissed off Anderson.

“Yep, exactly the same. As much as they’d hate to hear it, they’re very similar.”

“Emotionally at least. I feel as though Mycroft has a sense of manners that Sherlock…just doesn’t possess.” Greg said, making John laugh, as the younger Holmes rudely deduced that Sally had had a rather disappointing one night stand the previous evening.

“Well, whatever it is, I hope you two sort it out.” John said.

“Oh, we will. I’ve got a plan.” Greg smiled.

Mycroft returned to the flat at exactly nine pm, as he always did. His day had been…trying, to say the least. What with there being three impromptu meetings of national importance, an endless pile of paperwork on his desk to finish by the end of the day, and the fact that Anthea had contracted a nasty bout of the flu, so he was left with an abysmal excuse for a PA who was lacking any intelligence whatsoever, and knew nothing of his schedule, had made Mycroft completely exhausted by the time he returned home. And yes, Gregory had predicted correctly, it seemed. He didn’t have time for lunch, and all he’d managed to fit in was a stolen apple from his new PA’s fruit bowl.

Mycroft fished his keys from his inner jacket pocket, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. He placed his umbrella by the door, and hung his jacket on the stand.

“Gregory? I’m back. I-” Wait. What was that? What was that delicious and enticing and all too familiar smell coming from the kitchen? He didn’t…Oh please say he didn’t.

“Mycroft! You’re home! Wonderful!” Greg appeared from around the corner, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, wearing a damn apron, and covered in flower.

He did.

“Get in hear right now and say I don’t love you.” He grinned. Greg reminded Mycroft of a child, desperate to please, happiness radiating from his flower covered body.

“Gregory, you haven’t.” Mycroft said, clinging to the last hopes that he was in fact was mistaken.

Nope, apparently not.

“Tadaa!” Greg proclaimed, presenting a huge cake sitting on the kitchen table, with the words, ‘You’re beautiful, you fucking idiot.’ scrawled so artfully across the top in messy, chocolate piping. “Made it myself, all from scratch.” He said proudly, waiting for a reaction from his government official.

“I…What am I supposed to say, Gregory?” Mycroft smiled warmly at him, eyes soft with affection for his lover.

“Well, you don’t have to say anything. You could try it though.” Greg suggested, cutting a slice and putting it on a plate. He picked up a spoon and scooped a bit onto it, holding it out for Mycroft to take.

“Look, as much as I appreciate it, I really can’t.” Greg only advanced, a mischievous grin spreading across his features. “No, really, Gregory, I mustn’t.”

“Come on, Myc, I spent all afternoon baking. And it would wound me so if you didn’t even try it.” He said, backing Mycroft into the table. “For me?”

Mycroft glanced from Greg’s dancing brown eyes to the spoon hovering insistently in front of his face. “I can’t Gre- Mmmff!”

He was silenced, well, nearly silenced, by Greg slipping the spoon into his mouth as he tried to refuse. He let go, stepping back, allowing Mycroft to eat the cake and take the offending cutlery out of his mouth. He chewed and swallowed, glaring at Greg all the while.

“It’s absolutely delicious.” He snapped angrily.

“See? It wasn’t that bad. You’re not dead, are you?” Greg said, offering the plate to him hopefully.

“Fine, but this doesn’t change anything. I’m still dieting. Just…after this cake is finished.” Mycroft snatched the plate out of Greg’s hand, and the D.I laughed at his petulance.

“Oh, give over. Like I’ll even allow you to. You’re tall and lean and sexy and there’s no way that I’m going to let you change.” Greg said lovingly, cutting himself a piece as well.

“Hardly.” Mycroft muttered, as he licked his spoon.

“You are! And what you’re doing to that spoon is incredibly hot and is making me jealous.”

Mycroft stopped mid-lick, glancing at Greg, observing his lust-blown pupils and the way his eyes were glued to his mouth.

“What, this?” He asked innocently, dragging his tongue up the back of the spoon. He smirked when Greg swallowed audibly, and cut another piece of his cake.

Mycroft put the spoon in his mouth, and pulled it out slowly, sinfully. He moaned as he swallowed the cake, bringing the spoon back to his lips to lick off the remaining icing. “Why would it make you…jealous, dear?”

Greg put his plate down on the table roughly. “You know damn well why. Bedroom, now.” He grabbed Mycroft’s wrist and dragged him towards their room.

“What about the cake?” Mycroft asked, trying not spill the half eaten cake in his hand.

“Bring it with!” Greg said desperately, and they both proceeded to have a very delicious, satisfying evening.

A note from the mod: This is squishy and adorable and I love it. MORE. Submitted by JustCaz link

Creepypasta #367: Summer Night

2:00 AM

The clock on the wall chimed 2:00 as the wind rustled the leaves outside of the two story suburban home. Inside, Kelly Mock awoke to the sound of her daughter’s scream splitting the darkness, rending it apart.

She rushed in, flipped on the light, and found her daughter hiding under the covers. Kelly walked over and sat on her daughter’s bed. She pulled the covers off of young Lillian’s head.

“No mommy, don’t!” the little girl exclaimed as she made to cover her face again. Lillian was whiter than snow, with beads of sweat running down her cheeks.

“What’s wrong baby? Did you have a bad dream again?” Kelly touched her daughter’s forehead. A little warm, but not indicative of a fever.

“There is nobody here sweetheart. See, nobody even in your closet,” she said as she got off the bed and opened the closet. “You probably just ima-” Kelly stopped mid-sentence, mid word, as a shiver ran down her spine. The breeze that had so quietly filled the neighborhood with a light summer air was now flirting with the edge of the curtains on Lillian’s window. Kelly approached the ledge and pulled back the thin, black fabric sheets. There was the window, and also a 2 inch gap, that had not been there before.

“Lillian, I locked your window before I went to bed. When did you open it?”

“I didn’t mommy, I promise! He must have opened it!” Kelly looked out towards the empty street, down as far as she could see. Surely her little girl was just having a nightmare, right? Could it be possible that someone had broken in to their home?

“Tell you what darling. Your father will be home later, and we will have him look at the window, ok? For tonight, you can come sleep in my room.” Kelly grabbed her little girl and the blanket that she kept with her, like most seven year olds have. The curtains on the window fluttered as a street light went out a few houses down, covering the corner in complete darkness.

10:37 AM

Kelly was making toast and eggs, while Lillian was coloring at the kitchen table, when the doorbell rang.

“Oh I wonder who that could be?” Kelly jokingly asked as she set the timer on the toaster and went to answer the door.

“Hello there gorgeous!” Roger Mock was a business man, specializing in sales and marketing for a large insurance company on the west coast. This didn’t bother Kelly, but it was lonely when he had to leave for a week or so to take business trips away from their South Carolina home.

“Hey daddy!” Lillian ran into his arms and he scooped her up.

“How are you darling?” Roger spun her around and set her down.

“I’m fine, just got scared last night.”

“What happened?” Roger looked at Kelly when he asked this.

“She had a nightmare about a man in her room, but she says she just dreamed him, right Lillian?”

“Right, it was all a dream. I’m okay and so is mommy, and so are you daddy!”

Roger chuckled as he went down the hall to unpack his suitcase.
Kelly entered in behind him and shut the bedroom door. “Hey Roger…this may sound odd…but the window in her room was open after she got scared and…well…do you think someone could have opened it?”

“Well, I suppose so,” he replied, eyeing his wife cautiously. “If you want, I’ll check the locks today, and see if I notice anything in the yard.”

Kelly leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, then went back out to tend to the breakfast.

11:30 PM

Roger climbed in to the bed he shared with Kelly, and took the book from her hands.

“Did you check to make sure everything was locked?”

“Yes I did. Nobody will be getting in this house, I guarantee.” Roger kissed his wife and they both soon drifted to sleep.

2:11 AM

The floorboards creaked inside of Lillian’s room as the wind blew hard against the tightly sealed window.

10:04 AM

It was Roger who was now awoken by screams. Screams from his wife, who had just walked in to her daughter’s room to find a pool of blood dripping from the bed to the floor, her daughter in the middle. A thin red line extended from one side of her neck to the other, and her mouth hung open at an odd angle. Roger had to take hold of his wife, who was now convulsing with despair. She was trying to hit the walls, to bang her head on them, and it was all he could do to drag her out of the room. Then they saw the message, written in the young girl’s blood on the door:


Kelly screamed violently, and Roger pulled her down the hallway, and into the living room.  He went back and took a picture of the scene, then shut the door.  He pressed three numbers on his phone. 

“Hello this is 911, what is your emergency?” 

3:55 PM

Roger and Kelly entered the police station to give their statement as the scene was documented and taped off in their house.

7:12 PM

Roger and Kelly came home to find a house covered in police tape on one side, and depressing memories on the other. They got ready for bed, and settled in, trying to make sense of why their lives were shattered.

“Baby, we can figure this out tomorrow. Let’s get some rest.” He shut off the light.

2:22 AM

Roger Mock got out of bed and went down the hall. He grabbed his coat from the closet, and came back to his bedroom. He entered the master bathroom and pulled his traveling bag from under the sink. He opened it and put in the essentials: his toothbrush, his floss, his straight edged razor. The razor he hadn’t cleaned. The razor still covered in the blood of his daughter. He zipped up the bag and turned off the light. He sat on the edge of the bed and filled his suitcase with his business clothes and a few things for travelling. He walked out of the room, taking care to step over the body of his dead wife, who had been smothered to death in her sleep, the silk covered pillow lying beside her lifeless corpse.

Roger got in his car and plugged his phone into the charger. He opened it and scrolled through the contacts, stopping at Amanda Gardner. He pressed CALL.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Rin- “Mmmff…hello?”

“Hey gorgeous, I’m leaving the meeting and I’ll be home soon. Can’t wait to tell you and the kids all about my trip!” He said, smiling in the rearview and looking at the 2 story house in the background, the summer wind whipping the branches in the trees.

Credits to: thomasatnip

In the midst of the bustling amusement park, Harumi raised her voice so that her friends could hear her over the crowd.

“And then he says, ‘he’s not an eggplant, he’s retarded!‘” Harumi finished her joke with a flourish of her cotton candy on a stick. Yuzu promptly burst out laughing with Harumi, the two girls clutching at each other as if they would fall over from the hilarity.

Mei tilted her head at them. “I don’t quite get it.”

Himeko shook her head in disgust. “How vulgar.”

Matsuri put her headphones over her ears with a bored expression. “I’ve heard that one before.”

“Oh c’mon, it’s freaking funny!” Harumi said between guffaws of laughter. Yuzu calmed down enough to pluck the stick of cotton candy out of her hand and, still giggling, helped herself to it.

Himeko took notice and blushed slightly. “Again with the indirect kisses with you two…” she grumbled in complaint. Mei seemed to go still at those words.

“Oh please, it’s not a big deal.” Harumi took back her cotton candy and, with a playful wink in Yuzu’s direction, took a bite where Yuzu just had.

Mei’s eyes zoned in so fast on the brunette, other park goers mistook her for an android closing in on a kill.

Before Harumi even realized what was happening, Mei grabbed her by the front of her scarf and pulled her forward, smashing their lips together.

“MMMFF!?” Harumi’s eyes went wide and her gasp of surprise allowed Mei to brush her tongue inside her mouth.

The juice box in Himeko’s hand exploded all over the front of her outfit. “WHAT?!”

Yuzu’s jaw dropped open as she stared at her little sister and her best friend making out. “H-Holy crap.”

Matsuri seemed the least surprised, a smirk of amusement on her face.

Mei finally released Harumi, her face set in beautiful determination. “With that, I’ve taken back Yuzu’s saliva.”

The group of girls stared at her blankly until their silence was broken by Yuzu’s high-pitched “HUH?” of confusion.

Harumi swayed on her feet a little, tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Um… Yuzu and I have had way more indirect kisses, so…” She looked at Mei expectantly.

Yuzu smacked her in the arm. “I thought you were straight!”

Harumi gave her a disbelieving look. “Nobody is that straight, have you seen this chick?”

Matsuri raised her hand as high up as she could to get Mei’s attention. “I plan on taking Yuzu’s purity!”

“Wait, what?” Yuzu couldn’t react properly to that statement since she was still trying to decide if she should feel vaguely aroused by the memory of Mei and Harumi, or non-vaguely aroused. Her dilemma was cut short when Himeko grabbed her by the shoulder and wheeled her around with a grim look on her face.

“Aihara Yuzu!” Himeko seethed, and the blonde covered her face with her hands instinctively. “Spit in my mouth this instant!”


“Quickly!” Himeko shook the taller girl in her surprisingly strong grip. “Do it! Spit in my mouth!”


Mei was finally starting to reconsider her logic.

You are my everything: Eren x Levi (fluff/angst)

My first fluffy angst be nice please.

(Eren’s POV)

Do you ever feel like your heart is being continuously twisted and twisted until you lose all senses? When you’re around that person, your hands start to get clammy, when you try to speak, you have to stop yourself because they’ll hear the shakey undertones or you might say something stupid. That feeling of tightness in your head and the heart palpitations that come with it. It’s called being in love. Love eh? Jealousy, kindness, patience, selfishness, blindness. These were all of the biproducts of love.

This is how Levi made me feel. I hate him for it but, at the same time, I adore him in every way possible. There’s just one minor problem. Levi is my best friend. Everything about him is just bewildering. The way he pushes his hair back when he’s thinking. The twinkle in his eyes when he’s reading his favorite books. Oh fuck, and his ass. Gosh, I love his ass. I just want to reach out and- well… you know.

We’d walk to and from school together everyday and hold hands. Platonically, of course. We’d make jokes about if we were actually dating, I’d say something like: “if we were dating, I’d look after you so well.” And then, I’d laugh afterwards to hide my sincerity. Levi would squeeze my hand tighter, like he was afraid of letting go.

I couldn’t hold in my feelings any longer but, I tried to convince myself otherwise.

“C'mon Eren, it’s nearly the end of the school year, surely you can hold back a bit longer” I’d tell myself.

No. I have to get away. I can’t be the reason that our friendship falls apart.


Levi: “Hey, Eren. I’m waiting for you at our usual spot. Where are you?”


Eren: “Sorry. Already left.”


Levi: “Is everything okay? I’m here to listen if you need me…”

Of course I needed him. I just can’t have him. It’s not fair on me and it’s not fair on him. God. I love him so much, it physically hurts.

Its monday morning, period one and two, we have maths class together.

“Hey, Eren. Come sit over here!”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, the excitement in his face. It killed me to be like this, but I couldn’t keep acting like everything was normal.

“Uhh I can’t. I really need to practice on my trigonometry. Sorry.”

“I can help you-”

“No!- sorry about that…”

Why is love so painful?

It’s been a week and I haven’t spoken to Levi. I’ve ignored all of his texts, avoided him in school and I feel awful. I just want to see him. I want to hold his hand. I want to kiss him and hug him (and all of the rest, if you get what I mean) and I just want to be with him. I miss him so much. My feelings just seem to be getting stronger.

Coincidentally, I heard banging on my front door.


He’s right. I couldn’t. And I can’t ignore my feelings.


Awkward silence.

“Oi! Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Would you like a drink? I have orange juice or lemonade?”

“And now, you’re avoiding my questions! What’s the matter with you, you dickhead?”

“I’ll just get you orange since it’s your favorite”

I could hear Levi’s footsteps quickening behind me. He turned me round and grabbed me by the collar. Our faces literally a centimeter apart.

“Stop. Stop avoiding me. Tell me what’s happening. What did I do wrong?” He whisper yelled. His eyes were glistening with tears and his school tie was becoming loose.

“I can’t tell you!”

“Why not?! You’re my BEST FRIEND!”

“I don’t wanna be your friend! For fucks sake, Levi”

“What… what do you mean?!”

“Levi, I love you!”

I think I just made a big mistake.

Levi looked at me in disbelief, his mouth agape, his eyes just tracing all of my features.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it I just- mmmff”

His lips were on mine. It’s like they were made for eachothers. They fit together like button and button hole.

This kiss was everything I imagined it would be. His hands slowly let go of my collar, down my arms and he firmly grabbed my hands… just like he usually does.

“Eren, I love you too.”

Those feelings were coming back. My hands were clammy, the palpitations. Too much happening at once.

He gripped my hands firmly again.

Our tongues danced in unison, and I swear, love suddenly became the most painless thing ever.

The Signs' Romantic Interests
  • Aries: Scorpio
  • Taurus: Capricorn
  • Gemini: Aquarius
  • Cancer: Virgo
  • Leo: Virgo (saw 'er 1st m8)
  • Virgo: Please stop staring at me guys
  • Libra: Aries
  • Scorpio: Scorpio
  • Sagittarius: Virg- I mean uh, Cancer
  • Capricorn: Gemini
  • Aquarius: Taurus
  • Pisces: Like three Taurus at once in a room made out of plastic bubble wrap smothered in cherry edible lube just fucking going goddamn nuts mmmff yeah