anonymous asked:

Can I request a fluffy mini scenario of the captains + Tendou and Asahi with their gf on their period? I don't know if you've done ones like this before, but I thought that I could at least ask. Love you guys! Keep up the great work! ( ・∇・)

Hehe, this is super cute and A+++ character spread. This was fun to write
~Admins Emma and Alyx w/ Helper Quinn

Daichi: He is 100% On It™ and is ready at the drop of a hat for anything you need. He wouldn’t be caught dead saying stuff like “it can’t be that bad” or anything of the sort–he knows he can’t (and shouldn’t) relate. He has your favorite snacks, a heating pad and other supplies, a favorite movie and comfy clothes on stand-by. He does give amazing tummy rubs and back rubs, plus he is a top-tier cuddle partner. Couldn’t ask for much better, to be honest.

Oikawa: Junk food. All of the junk food. You name it, he’s bought it for you. He makes damn sure you won’t want for anything. Honestly, though, you hardly need all the sugar with how sweet he’s being! He also has some top-tier shitty movies queued up on Netflix for the two of you to watch while you cuddle and binge on sweets (he bought them for you, but his sweet tooth is insatiable, so he definitely ‘helps’).

Kuroo: Not only is he prepared with everything you need but he’s ready sometimes days before you even realize it. Math is a beautiful thing after all and our crafty guy has kept track of those days when you were feeling the worst of it. He knows when that time is coming and he’s got all the essentials. Once you’ve been provided with your snacks and pain killers, his lap is where you end up next. Where you’ll be curled up and held until you forget what pain even is.

Bokuto: Who knows what to do for you? Bokuto knows! It took a little time but he took a page out of Kuroo’s book and actually read up on this sort of thing. He’s outraged knowing that you have to deal with this every single month. What sort of madness is this? Nevertheless he’s there when you need him and will happily spoon feed you ice cream after wrapping you up like a burrito. Just make sure when you’re feeling better you tell him how great he was, he likes knowing he’s done a good job.

Ushijima: Poor child, he tries, but he’s so confused. Do you need medical attention? Are you OK? You aren’t going to hit him, are you? He does have some supplies on hand (or he’s more than willing to go get some at the store, he doesn’t care) and will make sure you’re hydrated and fed and taken care of. In the end, all he can do is hold you and try his best, but really, his snuggles are pretty rad, and he’s more than willing to do anything you ask of him, so it’s pretty alright, all things considered.

Asahi: Sweet angel hates seeing you in pain at all. He gets mountains of snacks and supplies (he gets a bit flustered with the looks he gets when he’s in the feminine hygiene section, but he pulls through just fine) and settles in for a movie marathon. He likes to hold you anyway, and if you seem to relax a bit more when he cuddles you, then even better. He wishes he could do more for you, but he knows it’s temporary, and with monthly practice, he sort of becomes a pro at making you feel better.

Tendou: They say laughter is the best medicine, right? So maybe that logic doesn’t 100% hold true with cramps, but Tendou’s absurd anime marathon he’s prepared for you definitely gets points for distracting you from the pain (honestly, where does he even find this stuff?). He’s also super attentive, and once he’s been with you for a while he often knows what you need before you can even tell him. Heating pad? Check. Chocolate? Check. You name it, he has it covered.

anonymous asked:

ok but consider this; Michael and Jeremy getting high at a drive-in movie theater and they're giggly as heck and that's how their first kiss happens because the mood is perfect and they're out of their minds,, -slushie

i can roll w this okay

the drive in is doing a special feature for the first week of summer. the squip stuff is over, everyone is recovering and things have taken on a sense of normalcy.

it’s michael who suggests they go because they’re showing shitty 90s horror movies, of course we’re going, are you kidding me, he rolls up to jeremy’s in his shitty car with tons of snacks, a ton of mountain dew red (because even after all this time, it’s better safe than sorry, right?) and a joint to split.

they pull into the drive thru; and theyve gotten there a little late so they’re off to the side a bit but its okay because its summer, and everything is good, and they’re gonna spend the next couple hours with their favorite person in the world and its good.

the movie starts, and wordlessly michael lights the joint as the tinny opening music begins playing through their speaker. for a while they pass it back and forth, until about halfway through the movie when the joint gets too short to finish off.

there’s a lull in the action, and it’s beginning to get dark outside. jeremy leans (a bit awkwardly) over the console to rest his head on michael’s shoulder. he’s still wearing that hoodie, even though its june and he’s probably sweating his ass off.

they exchange a few meaningless words, about how they’re going to spend their summer and how they heard that jake dillinger Finally asked out rich, and how jeremy wishes he could have something like that, but after christine and he broke up nobody felt worth pursuing.

or at least, nothing worth pursuing that would lead anywhere.

michael asks what he means, except it comes out slow and languid and they both end up giggling before he can finish his thought, because even after smoking so much, he can never really get past the sluggishness of his high, can he?

jeremy says he likes him like this. likes how he’s open and always smiling and fumbles on his words some because it makes jeremy feel better.

makes you feel better about what? michael asks, trying to push through the hazy feeling to get his point across. jeremy’s head is still on his shoulder.

jeremy’s answer is vague and punctuated by hot red flushing cheeks, and michael presses further, eventually wrapping an arm around jeremy’s shoulders to keep him from leanibg away and changing the subject and then. and then jeremy just kisses him, a hand brought to rest on his cheek, and it tastes like stale smoke and popcorn and michaelmichaelmichael and.

it’s michael who pulls away — but God does he not want to — and hes the most overwhelmed he’s felt in his damn life because. did he really just kiss jeremy? and he isnt even sober?

he goes in to kiss jeremy again, chasing the rush that jeremy gave the blood in his veins, and before they know it the movie is over and there’s an attendant — first uncomfortably, then excitedly, and was that jenna rolan? — tapping on the window telling them they need to leave.

neither of them is anywhere near sober (but it’s hardly the pot that has them intoxicated at this point) and they end up having to call jake, who mysteriously ends up bringing rich along despite the late hour.

both sets of boys choose to ignore the intertwined hands of the other two.

michael never gets an answer to his question, but the warm reminder of jeremy on his lips and the heavy hand resting in his serves as enough, at least for now.


In those early hours of the morning, Gladio was actually awoke feeling as if he as cold, like something was missing. A look of confusion pulled across his features for a moment before noticing what the problem was, you were no longer laying by his side. In a moment of panic, Gladio clambered from within the warmth of his sleeping bag and jumped from that tiny tent.

It was such a relief for Gladio to find you sitting on those lawn chairs beneath the beaming moonlight, the campfire was beginning to die down now but you continued to sit there, rubbing your hands together and gazing out at the plains around you. This concerned Gladio because you seemed to be deep in thought and that was never something good when you would begin to overthink things.

A small clearing of a throat came from the back of his throat as Gladio moved to take a seat on a chair beside you. “What the hell are you doing up?” He grumbled, the burly warrior wasn’t angry with you for a second, he was however incredibly tired. “It’s pretty cold out here. How about you come back in the tent and I’ll find a way to warm you up~” He offered in that jokey but flirtatious way.

The way that you didn’t really react to something that would make you so giggly only made Gladio even more concerned, frowning heavily in your direction and taking note of that distant look on your features. “Alright, what’s going on with you?” He asked in a blunt way, never one to beat around the bush.

“Nothing is wrong with me.” You responded and that only made Gladio look at you in a way that told you very clearly that he didn’t believe you. Another roll of your eyes and you responded. “It really is nothing. It’s stupid…” You kept trying to assure him but eventually, you caved. “I was having trouble sleeping because… because I was thinking about…” Then you were forced to think of the right words. “I was thinking about how you could literally have any woman that you wanted but somehow you have decided that you want me…”

For a moment Gladio remained quiet, pensive almost before looking across at you and simply replying. “Yeah.” Before creasing his brows. “Why wouldn’t I want you?”

A guffaw slipped from your throat before you responded. “Are you serious?” Blinking at him a couple of times. “Look at you. Look at all your muscles, you barely have an ounce of fat on you…” At this words, Gladio seemed to grin proudly and you understood why the man worked hard to keep himself in the best physical condition. “Now look at me…” Your voice was much more sullen now, dropping your gaze to the ground. “I’m the opposite of you Gladio. I can’t understand why you want to be with me…”

In that next moment, Gladio rose up and moved to be kneeling in front of you, taking both of your hands and then forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stop.” His voice was firm. “I want to be with you because I know that you are the sweetest, most kind, amazing person that I know.” He informed you without even skipping a beat. “I know that when I’m down you’ll be there to pick me up, I know that you’ll have my back no matter what, I know that you’ll keep me on the right path.”

Now little tears were gathering in your eyes before suddenly the burly man yanked you forward, bracing his hand firmly on the back of your head and kissing you with such intensity before pulling away. “I love you. There ain’t nothing you can do to get rid of me now…”


It was a rather peaceful night in the camp, apart from the fact that the boys wished to play a rather rambunctious game of Justice Monster V which had come to an end when Prompto had a little tantrum and almost flipped the table they were playing on. It took Noctis and Gladio a bit time to tidy everything away but after that, they soon disappeared back to their tents too.

That very pleasantly left you sitting out under the moonlight whilst Ignis was cleaning down his cooking equipment. It was actually really sweet to see what great care that he took of his things, making sure they were all cleaned thoroughly before stacking them carefully away.

All the while there was a silence between you both. It was clear to you that he was thinking intently about something. After a couple of moments, Ignis turned to you with a thoughtful look pulling across his face. “Love, may I ask you a question?” He quizzed, wandering over to take a seat beside you. “I noticed that you didn’t really eat your meal tonight. Did you not like it?”

You knew how much of an insult it was for you to avoid eating Ignis’ meal and the last thing that you wanted to do was hurt his feelings. “No, no. I really was enjoying it.” You quickly informed him, leaning forward to take both of his hands. “Honestly, it was delicious. I was just a bit full.”

A crease formed on his features before responding. “Yes, but you only took a couple of bits.” He commented and you found yourself frowning one against, pulling away from holding his hands and receding back into your chair. “Is something wrong? Are you not feeling well?” He questioned in a way that showed so much concern.

A small shrug came from you then. “No, nothing is wrong.” You assured him but Ignis wasn’t going to take was a dismissive attitude as an answer. Ignis moved to be knelt before you, placing one hand on your knee and then the other engulfed your hand, rubbing your skin soothingly. “I’m on a diet.” You informed him.

“A diet?” This only made Ignis even more confused. “My love, you cannot possibly sit here and think that you possibly need to be on a diet. That is preposterous.”

This only caused a scoff from the back of your throat before you replied in a sharp way. “Well, it isn’t preposterous to me.” You stated in a low way, trying your best to avoid looking him in the eye, this was difficult for you to talk about as it was without having to look into his inquisitive eyes. “I look at you and me… I just wonder why someone like you would want to be with someone like me.” You commented in a tiny voice.

It was as if your words stunned Ignis momentarily, gulping hard and tilting his head. “Excuse me?” Blinking at you before reaching up and placing a finger under your chin, very delicately raising your head to look him in the eye. “That is preposterous to me. Why on earth would you even think something like that?” The light haired man pressed, confusion running across his face.

A moment passed as you searched your mind trying to find your words. “What I mean is…” You took in a swift breath before replying. “You’re so handsome and funny and smart. Anyone in the world would be lucky to have you, but… you want to be with someone like me?” Your voice squeaked against your will. “I’m… I’m bigger than you-”

Ignis just gazed at you for a moment, as if you had personally insulted him, creasing his brows and shaking his head. “Of course I want to be with someone like you.” He then pinched your chin and pulled you closer towards him, staring directly into your brooding eyes for a moment and then continuing. “I’m lucky to have someone you like and I do not want you to ever forget that. Your personality is the only thing that matters to me. The only thing. Do you understand?” You opened your mouth to refuse but Ignis just repeated the words obviously wanting a response from you. “Do you understand?”

“I understand.” You responded in a very little voice, staring across at him before the svelte man yanked you close and pressed a hard kiss to your lips, groaning into it for a moment. “I understand, Ignis. Thank you~”


The motel that you had all decided to stay at was practically in the middle of nowhere, there was really much entertainment around, so you watched the lads play a lively game of Monster Hunter V before grew bored, or tired and they all headed back to their rooms, leaving you alone in a room whilst Noctis wasted his money at the vending machine down the end of the dingy hallway.

When the Prince finally arrived back his arms were literally filled with snacks, balancing them in his arms, using his elbows to open doors and his feet to slam them shut again, grinning over the mountain of snacks as he clumsily wandered over and dumped them onto the bed. “Alright, I think I got everything…” He commented. “I got some of your favourites too…” He announced.

For a long couple of seconds, you just gazed at that mountain of package sugar and carbs, trying to count in your mind just how many calories were packed into each and every delicious bite. As if on cue your stomach growled loudly to inform anyone listening just how hungry you were and just how much you wanted to dig into that food Noctis had brought.

Carefully the Prince moved around the bed and took a seat, flipping on the TV and grabbing a packet of gummy candies. “Why on earth would you buy all this food?” You questioned, creasing your brows and looking across at him. “How could you be so clueless?” A hiss fell from your lips then as you quickly rushed past him and into the bathroom.

It was a mixture of your words and your quick exit that made Noctis concern, dropping the sweets and rushing after you, standing on the other side of the door, bracing his hands against the door and saying. “What have I done? What’s wrong?” He jiggled the handle but it remained locked. “Can you let me in? Don’t you want to talk to me?” He questioned with so much concern on his face. He really was clueless.

On the other side of the door, you stood there, staring blankly into the mirror whilst little tears rolled down your cheeks, stifling the hiccups that wanted to desperately leak from your throat by covering your mouth. “No, I don’t want to talk.” You told him in a firm tone, grabbing a warm towel and drying away your tears in a quick swipe. “I just want you to leave me alone.”

A long pause filled the room and for a moment you thought that Noctis had done as you had wished but instead he began speaking again. “I’m not going to leave you alone, not when I know you’re this upset.” He jiggled the door handle again. “Please, will you let me in?” A deep sigh came from your lips as you moved across the room, unlocking the door and pulling it open to see a very concerned Noct standing there. “Babe…”

“Don’t…” You whisper turning around and moving further into the room tying your arms around yourself. “I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I’m sorry for snapping.” You informed him in a gentle way. “I really thought you had taken notice about how I had been watching what I was eating the last couple of weeks. I’m trying really hard and when you come back with a bunch of candy it just makes it so difficult for me.”

Now that you mentioned it Noctis had noticed that you had been eating a lot more veggies lately, even taking the ones from his plate that he had been avoiding. “But why?” He questioned confusion on his face before moving towards you, reaching out to gently take your elbow, caressing the skin soothingly. “Why would you be watching what you were eating?”

A little sigh slipped from your lips. “Because I’m trying to lose weight.” This seemed to spark something in Noctis, creasing his brows and looking at you. “I’m trying to be thinner. I’m doing everything I can but-”

Suddenly a pair of lips pressing against your own stopped you from talking, Noct held the back of your head and pulled you into that searing kiss for a moment just holding you there. “I’m sorry.” His voice was tiny as he pulled away. “You’re doing a fantastic job and I’m sorry if I have made this any harder for you.” He stated, cupping your features and gazing across at you.

In that next moment, Noctis tied both of his long arms around your form and pulled you close, smiling down at you. “I don’t think you need to do this. I think you’re perfect just the way you are…” He placed a tiny peck on the tip of your nose. “But if you really want to do this then I’m going to support you every step of the way. Hell, I might even eat some veggies too… but only for you.”


Whilst all the lads had been calming down after a long day of exploring you had disappeared into the bathroom, taking a long shower to soothe your aching bones, washing all the dust and muck from your hair and the blood from the little battle scars scattered across your form. This was always the best part of the day in your opinion.

As you took a step out of that steamy shower and grabbed that fluffy towel to wrap around your body, you listened to what was happening outside of the room. It was actually unusually quiet, with the murmuring sound of the news of the TV filling up in the other room you just assumed that the boys had ended whatever fun they were having and called it an early night.

A tiny smile pulled across your features as you gently moved across the room to pull the scales away from the wall and took a deep breath before stepping forward to the plate. This time you were really hoping that you would see some kind of difference, something that would really let you know that what you were doing wasn’t sure nothing.

In a very hesitant way, you tilted your gaze down to take a look at the screen displaying your weight and instantly you were filled with regret. Not only had you not lost any weight but you had somehow managed to gain some too. “What?” You squeaked in a gently way before quickly dragging yourself off the scales, feeling almost betrayed by your own body.

This was a hard pill to swallow because you were trying to do everything right, by the book but somehow all that you were doing wasn’t enough. “Hey, babe…” A small knock was on the door and it startled you. “You mind if I come in? I wanna take a shower.” Prompto informed you and carefully you moved across the room to unlock the door. “Hey there beautiful~” He purred seeing you in just a towel.

It always amazed you that Prompto found the way to say the perfect thing when you needed it. Giving the blond a tiny smile as he reached across to place a kiss on your lips. As he stepped around you Prompto creased his brows as he sat a set of scales on the ground, looking across at you. “Everything okay in here?”

“Sure.” You responded in a tiny way before turning around and following his gaze. “Oh, are you asking about that?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “It’s nothing. It was stupid.” You informed him which only lead Prompto to turning around to gaze across at you, really searching your face for the answer he was looking for. “Prompto-”

“I knew it.” He whispered in a gently way. “That is why you’ve been getting up early, right? You’ve been going on morning runs?” He quizzed and you remained quiet. “And that’s why you’ve been avoiding everything on the plate but veggies?” The look on your face got so sad for a moment, gazing down at your bare feet and pursing your legs. “W-what’s wrong?”

A couple of stifled hiccups came from your lips before you replied. “Y-yes, I’ve been doing all those things, but they haven’t been doing me any good.” You informed him before gazing up at him with such an intense sadness in your eyes. “I’ve been trying so damn hard but it hasn’t gotten me anywhere. I checked today and I gained weight!”

In that next moment Prompto leapt over to wrap his arms around you, not caring that you were still slightly wet from the shower. “Hey. Hey. It’s okay.” He rubbed your back soothingly. “I know exactly what you’re going through, okay? I get it. I really do…” He sighed and pressing his face into your neck. “When I was younger I had a problem with me weight. It was really difficult but I stuck with it and I managed to pull through.”

This made you sniffle gently as you creased your brows, pulling away to gaze at Prompto and replying. “R-really?” He nodded gently.

“Really.” He responded with a tiny head nod. “I think that you are the most beautiful person in the world and I think you’re the strongest person I know.” The blond informed you with so much certainty in his voice. “I want to make sure that you’re happy and healthy. I’m going to help you with this. I want to help you with this – if you’ll let me.” His voice was tiny as he moved forward and placed his hands on your waist, squeezing gently. “It hurts me when you’re not smiling. I want to be the one to help you smile again.”

This only made a tiny smile pull across your lips, tilting your head and gazing up at him. “You’re sweet and… I think your help will really get me through this, Prompto. Thank you.” Moving forward you planted a sweet kiss on his lips, humming for a moment before pulling away.

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Unspoken rule

A little late to the party but here I am!

A million thanks to @bathtimefunduck for beta reading this.

You don’t mess with Lex Luthor’s group. That’s the rule. Everyone at Hogwarts knows that.

Everyone knows that they rule the school. They are powerful, smart, and liked by the teachers. Since most of them were in seventh year and had to study for their NEWTs, that meant a lot of students kept away from the library in fear of getting on their bad side. But that fear of Lex’s reputation didn’t seem to extend to his own family.

“Hey Lex, isn’t that your little sister?” Max asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Hey yeah, what is she doing with those freaks?” frowned Rick

Lex turned to look at the table they were pointing at and saw Lena sitting with five other kids of all houses.

That in itself wasn’t so unusual. The Luthor family believed in extending their reach as far as they could, and that was reflected in Lex’s own group of followers. After all, Max was in Ravenclaw, Rick in Hufflepuff, Leslie Willis and Siobhan Smythe were both on Gryffindor, and finally, Lex himself was in Slytherin, just like every Luthor had ever been, Lena included.

What was weird about Lena’s apparent group was that the kids seemed to be from different years, not just different houses, and the range seemed wide. Lex’s only follower who wasn’t in seventh year was Rick, who was in sixth, so Lena’s companions tickled his curiosity.

“Any idea who they are ladies?” he asked.

He knew that Gryffindor’s top bitches, and more importantly, ruthless gossips, Leslie and Siobhan would probably be able to tell him something about them. He wasn’t wrong; the two girls quickly started trying to one-up each other to see who could give him more information.

“That Ravenclaw boy is Winn Schott, he’s a pureblood but his father is in Azkaban for being a blood purist and attacking mudbloods. He’s also the only other second year there other than Lena,” Leslie said.

“The two older girls are in fourth year. The Hufflepuff is Maggie Sawyer, she’s a mudblood, and she’s dating the other Slytherin girl. Alex Danvers is a pureblood, her father was an Unspeakable for the Ministry, and her mother is a famous Potions Master. Alex herself is the most promising Slytherin since you, and she has the best marks in her year, although she’s closely followed by Sawyer,” added Siobhan.

“The two Gryffindors are firsties. Kara Danvers is a mudblood that was adopted by the Danvers recently. No one knows where she came from. I don’t know who the other kid is.”

“That kid is Adrian Rodriguez, mudblood too, and he knew Sawyer before Hogwarts. Something happened at the beginning of the year when he tried to follow Danvers Jr. up to the girls’ dorm rooms and the tower wouldn’t let him up, but I don’t really know the details. I do know he looks up to Sawyer and she considers him sort of a brother,” finished Leslie.

“Okay, anything else ladies? No? …what is it Rick?”

Rick suddenly looked excited, and he gave the two Gryffindors a smug look. “I know something you don’t!”

The girls glared at him, but Lex urged him to continue.

“Okay so, I used to live in the same town as the Danvers, and I was there when the little one showed up. And rumor has it, she’s related to Clark! You remember him right Lex? That older Gryffindor who was always getting in your way for everything till he graduated two years ago?”

“Yes, I remember him,” Lex said angrily, thinking back to his old rival. He turned back to his sister’s table and saw that the two fourth year girls seemed to be leaving in a rush. He turned his attention back to the little blonde girl. “So you’re saying she’s related to Kent? How so?”

“She’s his cousin, apparently.”

“Really now? How do you guys feel about going over there and introducing ourselves to my sister’s friends huh?”

They shared knowing looks and headed for the table with the four remaining kids.

Alex and Maggie hadn’t meant to be gone for long. In fact, they hadn’t even been gone for more than 20 minutes. They had seen Professor J’onzz leave the library and ran out to ask him to let them pair up for next week’s DADA teamwork exercise (“we don’t do well with partners, but I think we make a pretty good team”). On their way back to the library they had gotten a little sidetracked staring at each other, and that had led to some making out in an empty classroom. Eventually though, they started heading back to help their little siblings and their new friends with a transfiguration exercise that Kara and Adrian were having trouble with, and a charms essay that was baffling the second years.

Maggie opened the door to the library and nearly ran into Rick Malvern.

He shoved her aside and laughed “watch where you’re going mudblood! Hey there, Alex, if you’re ever in the mood for some better company than these freaks, you know where to find me.”

“Move Rick,” said Leslie.

Alex and Maggie shuffled to the side and watched Lex’s whole group leave the library.

“Bye ladies,” Max said, giving them a wink as he left.

Lex and the girls did not bother to look at them.

Once they were gone, Alex and Maggie let out the breaths they had been holding and were turning back towards the library when Maggie suddenly stopped short.

“Wait. Why did Rick say ‘freaks’ as in plural?”

The girls exchanged wide-eyed glances and turned as one to run inside. They went straight for their siblings’ table, but they stopped in their tracks when they saw that every single one of the kids was crying. Even Lena, who was trying to hide her tears to comfort Kara while Winn and Adrian hugged each other next to them. Maggie and Alex both started talking at the same time.

“Are you guys okay?”

“What happened?!”

“Was it Lex?”

“Are you hurt?”


A loud sniff cut them off, and they noticed that Winn was shrinking away from their loud voices. They exchanged another look and sat down.

Maggie hugged both Adrian and Winn and asked softly, “Are any of you hurt?”

They waited until all four of them shook their heads before Alex spoke from where she was wrapped around Kara and Lena. “Can you tell us what happened?”

The younger kids exchanged nervous looks, before Lena took a shaky breath and started explaining. “Lex and his friends, they, they came over and started asking questions. They said they just wanted to get to know my friends better but then they got really rude. They made fun of Winn, and they called Adrian names, and then Lex, he… he…”

“He what?” asked Maggie, trying to hold back her fury and indignation.

This time it was Kara’s small voice that answered, “He told me that I better stay out of his way if I know what’s good for me. And then he started insulting Clark, and then…”

“Kara, Kara calm down,” Alex said, stopping her sister before she could work herself and the others into even more of a panic.

Maggie nodded and said, “We get the picture. Come on, get up. We’re all going to the kitchens for a snack and then you can rest in my common room. You’ll be safe there, the rest of the ‘Puffs won’t let Rick near you, and none of the others ever goes there anyways. That all right with you?”

She received nods from Kara, Adrian and Winn, but Lena looked hesitant.

Alex, sitting right next to her, noticed and asked, “what is it Lena?”

Lena looked up at her with wide, scared eyes and whispered, “But it was my fault…”

Kara practically jumped up at that and said, “No it wasn’t! Lex came for me! If anything it’s my fault for bringing attention to the rest of you guys!”

“This was no one’s fault but Lex’s,” Alex interrupted firmly. “It was Lex and Max and Leslie and all of them, they are the problem.”

Maggie quickly nodded her agreement, but instead of commenting further, she got up and helped the boys stand.

“Come on, you’ll feel better after some hot chocolate. All of you will,” she said, looking warmly at Lena.

The group went to the kitchens, where the house elves loaded them with a mountain of snacks and a silver tray with never ending cups and hot chocolate. After that they headed for the Hufflepuff common room, where they went straight for the warmest, coziest corner, and settled on the couches. A few other ‘Puffs gave them curious looks, but a firm glare from Alex kept them away.

All of them except for James Olsen, a fifth year who was good friends with Maggie, and who approached the fourth years looking concerned. “What happened?”

“Lex and his gang happened,” answered Maggie.

“What did those idiots do this time?” asked a new voice behind James.

The three of them turned around and saw Lucy Lane, James’ sixth year Gryffindor girlfriend.

“Are they seriously picking on first and second years now? How low can they get?”

“Way too low apparently” Alex said darkly. She looked up and locked eyes with Maggie. She subtly pointed at James and Lucy with her head, and Maggie nodded slightly. Then she turned towards the older couple and asked “Hey guys, do you mind staying with the kids for a bit? We need to go back to the library for a minute. With everything that happened, Maggie and I didn’t have time to check out a book we need for our potions essay and we don’t want to leave them alone.”

“A book? Really?” asked James with an arched brow.

“Yup, a book. We really need it or Slughorn is gonna fail us,” Maggie jumped in to say.

“Seriously Sawyer? Danvers here is the kid of a potions master,” said Lucy, unconvinced.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. That only means that the teachers have higher expectations of me than they have of the rest of the class. If we do anything other than perfect he’s gonna fail us, or worse, my mom will find out!”

“You need to sort out your priorities.”

“You clearly don’t know my mom.”

“OKAY, let’s get back on track. Guys, we’re really just getting a book. Can you watch the kids or not?”

“Yeah, sure. Go. We won’t let anything else happen to them. You are really just getting a book right?” asked James, still unconvinced.


“Of course.”

“Fine. Don’t take too long!”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Thanks guys.”

Alex and Maggie left. Upon exiting the room, they turned to share a look.

“We are not going to get a book are we?”

“Of course not.”

“I just want to point out that they’re five seventh years and we’re just two fourth years.”

“Technically, Rick is a sixth year”

“You know what I mean”

“You don’t have to come with me you know?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. We’re ride or die, Danvers.”

Finding Lex’s gang hadn’t been hard. Back when she was a first year, muggleborn Maggie had been captivated by everything at Hogwarts. She had always been polite and nice to the portraits, the ghosts, the suits of armor, the owls, and anything else that seemed even remotely sentient. (“They may seem different from us, but who am I to say that they’re too different? Is there even such a thing as too different?”) Because of that, she had a lot of unusual friends in the castle. Alex privately thought that the castle itself liked her (and how could it not? She was smart, tough, and so, so beautiful). It only took a few minutes of asking around to find out that Lex and his friends were in an empty classroom in the third floor. Luckily there was a portrait in the room that agreed to tell the girls where every older student was, and what they were doing. With that, the two girls made a plan and got ready to bust in and take as many of them out as they could.

“Last chance to back down Danvers. Are you sure?”

“Let’s do this. I’m okay if you are”

“Nobody touches my family”

“My thoughts exactly”

“On three?”

“One, two…”

At that exact moment, Mr. Filch was walking down another corridor in the same floor. When he heard a loud explosion, he brandished his broom like a weapon and ran towards the noise that was steadily growing louder. He saw smoke coming from a door at the end of the corridor, and in anticipation to catch a few students red-handed, he charged right in. what he saw in there was pure chaos. Spells and debris were flying everywhere, two girls were crouched down behind an upturned desk, shooting spells and hexes at two older boys and a girl that had taken cover on the other side of the room. Two more older students were sprawled on the floor not moving. As he watched, one of the young girls, a Hufflepuff based on her tie, started trading spells with the two other boys and turned her back on the older girl. The Gryffindor immediately sent a spell at her back.

However, just as Filch was starting to shake his broom and yell for them to “STOP THIS NONSENSE IMMEDIATELY…” the other young girl deflected the spell coming at her friend’s back and unintentionally redirected it at Filch.

The last thing he saw was a flash of red light before everything went black.

It didn’t take long for the story to make its way around Hogwarts rumor mill. By the next day, poor Kara was absolutely frantic, and she ran to find James hoping to get some answers.

“Madam Pomfrey won’t let me see Alex!”

“Kara, what are you talking about?”

“Haven’t you heard? Two fourth years attacked four seventh years and a sixth year, and all seven students plus Mr. Filch ended up on the hospital wing. Nearly-headless Nick says a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin were the most injured, and they’re still in the hospital!”

“Okay Kara, calm down…”

“Don’t you tell me to calm down! I need to see my sister!”


“She was such a dummy! Why would she do something like that!”


“And Maggie too, they could have gotten seriously hurt! They probably did get seriously hurt! and…”

“Geez little Danvers, nice to know you have such faith in our abilities”

“Not now Maggie. What if they had to be sent to St. Mungo’s and… hold on, MAGGIE?!”

Kara turned around to see both Alex and Maggie walk up to her. Covered in bandages and limping a little, but with huge smiles in their faces.

“What… how… but Nick said…”

“That a Hufflepuff and a Slytherin were still in the hospital wing? Yeah, we may or may not have gone a little hard on Rick and Lex.”

“But… they’re seventh years…”

“Yeah kid, but they messed with our family,” Maggie said.

The story spread like a fire. The fight was something everyone was talking about for days. The rumors kept getting crazier and crazier with every retelling. But one thing was clear:

You don’t mess with Alex and Maggie’s family. That’s the rule. Everyone at Hogwarts knows it.

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Imagine Stiles being really loud in bed and, bc Derek is kind of menacing, the occupants of the apartment below them start doubting the possibility of super loud sex and entertain the idea that maybe Derek's a serial killer lol. Later all is resolved of course, but in the mean time hilarity ensues.

but before they’re together, too.

Stiles and Derek walking up the stairs, discussing the merits of iron chains versus rope for holding someone in place and Mrs Acre in 3d pausing from collecting her paper to stare at them both in horror, Stiles waving brightly with no idea why she’s glaring at them.

Chase in 11e catching Stiles as he’s heading up the stairs like “oh yo, i signed for a package for you and Derek,” and then winking in a gross fashion because the description of what’s inside on the label is “restraints” and Stiles is like.. yeah, we need them for a project because he can’t say SOME TIME IN THE FUTURE WE MIGHT ACTUALLY NEED TO CONTAIN A WILD, RABID OMEGA UNTIL THEY’RE SAFE TO TALK TO, and Chase winks again and Stiles dies inside. except, as he’s traipsing up the stairs he’s TOTALLY starting to think about Derek naked and writhing underneath Stiles and oh, shit, he’s tripping and the parcel’s totally flying through the air and landing at Derek’s feet as he opens his door. smooth Stilinski. 

maybe one time Stiles tries to use the elevator, Derek’s never bothered, he sort of hates elevators more than stairs, he and stairs have a new deal— owing to the fact Mr and Mrs Fernell caught him leaping down them once and Mrs Fernell told him he’d ruin his knees— he has to use them now, it’s a begrudging truce, he doesn’t like them, they don’t like him, but they’re all better than the elevator and HEY SHUT UP STILES, YOU DON’T KNOW DEREK, he does, he totally hit the nail on the head when he teased Derek about the whole sitch. but he’s in the elevator cackling about Derek and the stairs, when it jars to a halt, and he’s trying to stay calm, and calling Derek and MAYBE yelling a little bit for Derek to get him the hell out of there, and you know, Derek’s neighbours are curious, and Derek looks so FRANTIC with worry and the elevator’s caught between floors and they keep patting his arm reassuringly like “dun worry the fire brigade will be here soon and OH GOD THIS IS DEREK’S WORST NIGHTMARE, WHY COULDN’T STILES HAVE JUST USED THE STAIRS” and they’re all watching him pace, and thinking it’s just ADORABLE that he even looked like he was going to try and pry the doors open, that’s what love does, though, they suppose, makes you feel super human. and then the fire brigade arrive and Derek’s all GET HIM OUT OF THERE NOW, and they’re all “chill your beans, brah, we’ll get your boyfriend out” and Derek looks simultaneously confused and oh, ohhhh. and they get Stiles out, and everyone’s cheering and Stiles sort of maybe punches Derek on the arm like “why does everywhere you live TRY TO KILL ME” and everyone’s like “lol” and Derek looks deeply apologetic and relieved and can’t seem to let go of Stiles’ arm, and someone in the back’s like “u best make it up to him tonight, Hale” and they’re both red faced as hell when they go upstairs, very slowly. 

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Creepypasta #1122: My Bird Dog And I Went Hunting In The Desert Of Eastern Oregon - A Desert That Doesn't Like Intruders

Length: Super long

About six weeks ago, I went into the wilderness of Eastern Oregon with my 2 year old hunting dog (a golden retriever named Reggie) to hunt for pheasant, partridge, quail, and flyfish for steelhead. I was camping along the John Day River, which is in the high desert and carves a deep valley through the sage brush coated hills and black-rock cliffs. Something happened in that canyon that has changed everything I know (or thought I knew) about the world we live in. I’ll start with a bit of backstory before I get into the events.

I did this same camping trip with two buddies last November during my dog’s first bird season, and we were all psyched to have round two. Unfortunately, one of the dudes bailed because of work pressure, and the other because he needed time to prep for an interview.

So I decided to go alone. I’ve done plenty of solo camping and hunting before, and this time I had my bird dog so I felt even better going alone. There’s obviously no cell service out there, so I gave my girlfriend and some buddies my route and camping locations, and set out before sunrise on a Friday with plans to return late on Sunday. It’s about a three hour drive to the stretch of the John Day River basin where I was heading, and got there around 9:30. 

It was around 40 degrees when I got out at the BLM parking area to stretch and started to get ready to set out. My dog was really stoked (he knows we’re hunting when I put on my bird pouch and bust out the shotgun), and I was as happy as a pig in the mud. Sun was shining, and it had snowed a few days earlier so the red, tan, black, and green sagebrush-coated valley we started hiking down into was shimmering.

I had my big backpacking pack loaded to the brim with camping gear, winter gear, hunting and fishing gear, and dog stuff. I had my shotgun in hand (a double barrel 12g side-by-side), a field knife, and my Ruger .357 on my belt. I don’t always carry a sidearm, but with three days and two nights alone in an area infested with packs of coyotes (who don’t scare me but would love a golden retriever snack) and mountain lions (which definitely scare me), I figured why the hell not.

We (my dog and I) rucked about 6 miles into a more open part of the valley where I wanted to spend the first night. It was around 50 degrees at this point and absolutely beautiful, although quite muddy with the snow melting. I set up the tent on a little grassy plateau above the old trail, and put the dog in the tent with some water to chill for a bit to get his paws warmed up. 

I ate lunch and dumped most of my gear to set out with just my camelback, bird pouch, gun, and dog down further into the valley to start hunting (about as happy as a dude can be). It was slow hunting at first but eventually we flushed some quails and a few hen pheasants. After about 4 hours it was starting to get dark. We had bagged 3 quails and were working our way back to camp. This is when things got somewhat strange.

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clizzy + snacks

•shadowhunters are buff af and they’re constantly training so they probably grow up eating like granola bars and chex mix. and then izzy met clary and clary introduced her to the wonderful world of doughnuts and brownies and junk food in general
•sometimes really late at night alec will hear laughing coming from izzy’s room and he’ll pop his head in and see clary and izzy watching tv and laughing hysterically with a mountain of snack cakes on the bed
•i know izzy is canonically bad at cooking, but there are some recipes that are too simple to mess up. she’d learn how to make rice krispy treats and she’d be so excited to have made something that people actually like
•sometimes when one of them trains the other will watch from the sidelines eating popcorn
•theyve perfected the ability to toss snacks into each others mouths. like most people can do it from a few feet, but they can do it from yards away or from the second floor to the first. it makes jace so nervous bc he’s scared they’ll choke
•part of the reason they’re so in love is bc they have the same taste for nasty food. like simon is shocked that clary managed to find someone who also likes anchovies and extra sauce on their pizza and eats mayonnaise on pringles

Normal Life AU [Others]

[Dazai and Oda’s interactions with the agency and others while outside of the main action in the story.]


-While not the first ADA member they’ve met, Atsushi is one of the few members they have grown to know personally, as they are part of the reason he ended up in the ADA, even though it was mostly dumb luck this time. [Dazai had informed Ranpo about his thoughts regarding the tiger he mentioned, and they set up the rendezvous location (which was still the warehouse).]

-Dazai and Oda both say “hello” to Atsushi when they see him, and occasionally join him for lunch when all three of them are available. [Beyond these interactions, they don’t do much together as all three of them have busy schedules.]

-Oda tends to avoid the ADA, as he recognizes Ranpo from that day, and doesn’t know how well Fukuzawa would remember him, and doesn’t want to get into any sort of altercation or confrontation as a result.

-Dazai has met Kunikida once after stopping a minor ability user who was pick-pocketing people, and just being a general nuisance. After this, Dazai ran off, because he had to get to work, and didn’t want to risk being late.

-Dazai knows Ranpo, because he comes into the convenience store he works at to buy snacks, and often drags out Dazai’s shift by coming in the last fifteen minutes of it and buying a mountain of snacks. [He also talk to Dazai the whole time, which initially annoyed Dazai, but, over time he got used to it.]

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A Girl’s Life

Sam x Reader (Fluff)

Warnings: Language 

Imagine being on your period and out of supplies, but then Sam swoops in to save the day and takes care of you.

A/N: This is the revisited or revamped version of my original fic for this request from like two years ago, as a part of my Redo Rally. 

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Ugh. you roll over and look at the clock. morning already? sure enough. you could hear Sam and Dean Shuffling around and talking about possible cases. just when you went to get out of bed, that’s when you felt it. Oh no, no no no, not yet, it can be starting yet you thought. as you carefully shuffle your way to the bathroom you start mentally tracking how long its been.

you finally make it to the bathroom, and sure enough you had started. you grumble in annoyance as you reach for your supplies. you very quickly realize that you are running low but you never thought that you would only have one left. “SHIT” you holler , a little too loud because right on cue, there were footsteps you recognized as none other than the moose of a man that was Sam Winchester. Great, now you have to explain yourself.

‘Y/N, are you alright? I heard you yell “ you could hear the sound of concern in his voice and it made your heart flutter. the fact that someone could be so caring yet so intimidating at the same time was beyond you.

“ugh yes Sam im fine I just realized that I need to get some things from the store.” you sigh. the cramps had officially set in. great. now you really don’t feel like going to the store. you. washed your hands and got dressed. the moment that you walked into the kitchen you greeted by two pairs of inquisitive eyes. “what?! do I have something on my face?”

‘Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine this morning” came with that sarcastic tone that was signature Dean Winchester.

“Well excuse me if I don’t feel freaking amazing right now. I will be bleeding for 3-5 days all while my uterus decides to go for the world record in cramps” you all but yelled at the green eyed hunter who was now just staring in shock and disgust. you looked at Sam who just gave you that puppy dog look like he knew exactly how you felt even though he never could.

After you ate breakfast, stated that you were running to the store, that is until a giant hand covered yours when you reached for the keys. “UhUh You stay. I’ll go. Just relax” Sam whispered.

Not very long after, Sam came walking triumphantly into the bunker with several bags. “What the heck did you buy?” you laugh as he starts unpacking the bags.

He hands you your supplies and once you come back he has a big grin on his face and tells you to close your eyes and hold out your hand. You do as your told “Here, I got you this” he says and your hands are met by a cold object. As you open your eyes , you realize its your favorite ice cream.

“ Thank you Sam!” you almost  tackle him when you hug him.

Sam just smile and says “that’s not all” and shows you the mountain of snacks on the counter along with your favorite movies.

Once you had gotten the movie started, you curled up on the couch with your ice cream, and instantly snuggle closer to Sam. In a matter of minutes you weren’t even watching the movie  because you were so preoccupied by the way Sam was rubbing circles on your back. Eventually you loose yourself to sleep but just before you do you mumble “I love this life, even if its a girl’s life. Thank you Sam.”

“You’re welcome Y/N. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you”

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Singing Her To Sleep ft. Weird Commas

Singing Her To Sleep ft. Weird Commas

Whatever, I decided to submit it because I want to. Hope you enjoy.

The balloon inside her chest inflated further, pushing against her lungs, pushing against her heart, and all she wanted was to run away. To run away from the pressure, and from the waves of panic that slammed into her like a freight train at top speed. Most of all though… she wanted to run away from Heather Chandler. Beautiful Heather. Smart Heather. Controlling and comforting Heather. Heather, who was currently holding her close, not allowing her to pull away like she usually tried to. She knew Heather hated it when she pulled away when she got like this. 

She hated knowing that Veronica was in pain and was pulling away. Hated knowing that Veronica wasn’t allowing her to help her through her panic. She wanted to, of course, but it was just all so embarrassing. She despised knowing that Heather could see her in her most terribly vulnerable state, in the time when she cried and gasped for air. She knew, of course that Chandler wasn’t judging her. She would never. All she did was worry when Veronica had a panic attack. That’s what her girlfriends told her, at least. Chandler just always claimed she “didn’t like” seeing her panic, and that was all. But Mac and Duke made sure to let her know that the red clad girl was constantly worrying about Veronica, trying to make sure she was alright, and trying to keep her calm and safe. It was hard for her when any of her girlfriends cried or panicked. Still, Veronica hated knowing that she was displaying herself at her weakest moments. The thought made her chest tighten, and she unconsciously tried to pull back slightly. Chandler quickly grasped the back of her neck as she shook, gently guiding Veronica back to her shoulder. Her grip was just strong enough to keep Veronica grounded, and hold her still, but it wasn’t suffocating. She desperately wanted to calm down, and at the same time wanted her girlfriend to keep holding her forever. 

As she reached a shaky hand up to tangle in her girlfriend’s hair, she suddenly froze as she heard Chandler murmuring something to her. Wait- no, not murmuring, singing. Heather Chandler was singing to her. Veronica froze in place, completely shocked. She hadn’t expected that. She listened to the words Chandler was softly muttering into her ear. “Deep in the meadow… under the willow… a bed of green grass… a soft green pillow….” it was a song she’d never heard before, but she couldn’t help but feel her heart slow, and her breathing even out slightly in response. As Chandler continued singing quietly into her ear, Veronica felt herself calm down, melting into her girlfriend as she finally relaxed. Chandler slowly finished the song as she pulled Veronica into a gentle embrace, squeezing her tight, before laying them both down on the bed, her arms still wrapped around her. They both relaxed, listening to each other’s hearts beating, and the sound of their own soft breaths. Veronica let her head loll against Chandler as she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. 

Mac and Duke cheerfully chatted in the hallway on the way the see their girlfriends, an animated chat about the latest superhero movies. Their arms were filled with mountains of snacks, ready to spend time with the two girls they loved the most. As they turned the doorknob, however, their hope was squished slightly. The sight they were greeted to was Heather Chandler and Veronica Sawyer, both asleep, clinging to each other like their lives depended on it. Veronica had most of her face hidden in Chandler’s shoulder, but from Mac and Duke could see, there were tear tracks on her face. Both of them had peaceful looks on their faces, and they were curled up next to each other. Even with how relaxed they both looked, their girlfriends knew that, most likely, the reason they were curled up like that was because Veronica had had a panic attack. 

Mac knew it was inevitable, after all, Veronica had been worrying about final exams for months, and she’d already had four panic attacks. This would be five. All three of them wanted to relieve her pain, and help her relax, but there wasn’t much they could do other than be there, hold her, and let her know it was going to be okay. Duke slowly moved to put the pretzels down and walked over to the two on the bed. She laid down on the bed, putting her arms around Veronica and burying her head into the sleeping girl’s shoulder. Mac followed suit, curling up between Chandler and Veronica and nuzzling into Chandler’s neck. The four girls held each other, Duke and Mac knowing they could help the most when their girlfriends woke up, but that it wouldn’t help to wake them up now. And as they hep each other, for the first time in a long time, it was peaceful.

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OMG DUDE!!!! OMG!!! ITS SO GOOD!!! I LOVE IT!!! next time u maybe want to break the paragraphs up a little more, but its!!! its really good!!!

Practice Makes Perfect

Tittle: Practice Makes Perfect

Pairing: Robbie Kay x Reader

Requested: Yes

Warning: Smut

Rating: M for Mature

   “Okay so we have chips, popcorn, soda and chocolate do we need anything else?” I called out to Robbie, moving carefully to the living room in order to save the mountain of snacks piled in my arms.

   “No, but uh I was wondering if I could ask you something.” Robbie said slowly, his voice softer then usual. To anyone else his nerves would have gone unnoticed but I have been his best friend for as long as I can remember so I know that tone meant he was nervous.

  “Of course, you can tell me anything.” I answered as I dumped the pile of snacks on the coffee table. As I arranged them I glanced at Robbie, taking in his nervous expression and frowned. “What’s on your mind that has you so nervous?”

   “It’s an awkward question.”

   “Rob I told you when I first had sex, there is no such thing as awkward between us.” I giggled, standing up and moving to the couch. Before I sat down I leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling widely at him as flopped down beside him. “You can tell me anything.”

   “Look this is really awkward for me so I’m just going to say it.” He said, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath. “CanIeatyouout?”

   “You are going to have to repeat that Rob, I couldn’t understand the question.”

  “I want to know if I can eat you out, because apparently I’m not good at it and I need practice and that’s why Ali broke up with me.” He said in one breath, his bottom lip catching between his teeth as he looked at me. As his questions registered with me, I let out a breath and blinked at him.

  “You umm want to eat me out?” I said slowly, needing to confirm the question. He nodded at me, a blush on his face as he frowned at me.

   “I just want to you know, do it with someone I trust to uh tell me what I need to do.”

   “Okay.” I said after a moment, standing up and removing the pink and blue cotton shorts off and pulling my panties down with them. The whole time Robbie watched me with wide eyes, his gaze wondering over my now naked bottom half.

   “Okay so your okay with this?”

   “Yeah. Rob your my best friend and I trust you with my everything and if this is what you want then how can I not help?” I said softly, smiling kindly at him as I layed down on the couch. Robbie shifted around, moving so he could face my core.

  “Okay so what do I do?” He asked slowly, his gaze flickering towards my center to me.

   “Tease me. Kiss the inside of my thighs, let your mouth ghost over my center. You need make sure she’s ready.” I explained, leaning up on my elbows as I watched Robbie follow my instructions. The moment his lips touched the inside of my thigh I let out a gasp. His lips were warm and soft, his finger tips ghosting along my legs and he trailed kisses up towards my center. He locked eyes with me as he pressed a kiss to my clit, before moving to my other leg.

   “Now start with my core.” I breathed out, my breath coming out in pants. He hummed against the skin of my thigh before leaning down to my core, his tongue peaking out and flicking my clit. Instantly I let out a moan, my eyes fluttering shut as he repeated the motion. “Suck on it a little too. That’s.. oh fuck Rob just like that.” I moaned. At my instructions he began sucking and licking at my clit, moving quickly between the two. “Oh fuck yes Robbie.” I moaned, my hips bucking up to meet his mouth. He chuckled against me and held me down. He paused just long enough to send me a smirk before he started going faster, his fingers sliding into me as he began curl them against me.

   “Oh god Robbie, yes.” I moaned, my fingers digging into his hair as he pushed me towards my high. “Fuck I’m close.” I breathed out, a scream of pleasure leaving me as Robbie once again moved faster, another finger joining the first two. My back ach arched in pure pleasure as he pushed me over the edge, his name leaving my lips in a scream. He kept going until I was finished, then pulled back, a pleased smirk on his face.

    “So I guess I did okay.”

   “Fuck Robbie, you did so much better than okay. That was fucking amazing. How Ali thought you sucked is beyond me. The girl doesn’t know what she’s missing. Fuck.”

   “Well you know, I am still going to need to practice.” Robbie said slowly, smiling at me as he slipped my underwear and shorts on before sitting down beside me again, and pulled me against his side.

   “Sign me up. Practice on me whenever you want.” I breathed out, the pair of us bursting into giggles. Robbie chuckled and pressed a kiss to my temple. I sighed as I pressed play on the movie, cuddling closer into his side.

   Though I didn’t know it yet, this was the start of a whole new relationship with Robbie and I, one that would end up with him waiting for me at the end of an isle and me dressed in white.

Normal Life AU

[Some general information about the normal life au with Dazai and Oda.]


-Oda survived the fight with Gide, but was still badly injured and needed to spend a long time in the hospital. Dazai, wanting to help Oda, and to better himself as a person, still left the mafia, but took Oda along with him, and the two went into hiding for some time.

-Ango helped both Dazai and Oda erase most of their pasts, however, Oda didn’t want to throw away everything, and so he still has a criminal record, but only for things like accidental property damage and theft charges from when he was an assassin. Dazai, however, has no records at all.

-Oda has more or less forgiven Ango for his involvement in the Mimic encounter, but not entirely. Dazai still holds obvious resentment towards Ango, but his overall animosity towards him is smaller than in canon.

-Dazai and Oda both share a one room apartment in Yokohama, which they started living in shortly after resurfacing.

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panic! at the disco songs for the signs from each album

in the order of: a fever you can’t sweat out // pretty. odd. // vices & virtues // too weird to live too rare to die!

aries: camisado // pas de cheval // let’s kill tonight //  far too young to die

taurus: i write sins not tragedies // northern downpour // kaleidoscope eyes // girls/girls/boys

gemini: nails for breakfast, tacks for snacks // from a mountain in the middle of the cabins // sarah smiles // collar full

cancer: introduction/intermission // when the day met the night // always // the end of all things

leo: time to dance // i have friends in holy spaces // hurricane // miss jackson

virgo: london beckened songs about money written by machines // folkin’ around // the calendar // this is gospel

libra: the only difference between martyrdom and suicide is press coverage // that green gentleman // ready to go // all the boys

scorpio: lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off // do you know what i’m seeing? // trade mistakes // nicotine

sagittarius: but it’s better if you do // she had the world // memories // casual affair

capricorn: there’s a good reason why the tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // mad as rabbits // the ballad of mona lisa // vegas lights

aquarius: i constantly thank god for esteban // the piano knows something i don’t know // i wanna be free // can’t fight against the youth

pisces: build god then we’ll talk // nine in the afternoon // nearly witches // girl that you love

I’m making a separate post because I didn’t want my skinny butt taking over a wonderful and simple post on fat positivity.

So I’m 24 and skinny. My diet consist of a big breakfast, a medium-sized dinner, and a mountain of snacks and energy drinks throughout the day. I’m actually known in every office and classroom I’ve spent any amount of time in as “the snack guy”. I probably spend an equal amount of money on snacks to eat during work as I do actual food for my wife and I.

But the most common comment I get on my eating habits is “wait till you turn 30 and your metabolism goes away and you get fat from eating all that food.”

It’s never a comment about how unhealthy the food is that I’m eating. I don’t snack on apples and peanut butter, crackers and blue cheese, I’m snacking on slim jims, chips, cheese balls, etc.

So if you don’t care about my health and how it affects me when I’m young and skinny, why do you care when I’m 30 and fat??

Well, we all know why.

(CPASS) Counting Petals and Stabbing Skin | Chapter Three

Chapter Three’s TW/Warnings: None.
New Characters: Mention of Connor.
Beta: This chapter was not beta’d. I need a beta :( Message me if you’re interested and no previous experience is required.
Words: 2.5K

A/N: What? A new chapter already? Yup, chapter 3 is already here :) This was originally only the first part of this chapter so that it’d be about 5K long. The second part (now part of Chapter 4) would have taken longer to write but I just wanted to get this part out. Are longer or shorter chapters better?


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Okay so first, I’m not british but I tried? Based on this post which I died laughing at because the simple things in life make me happy. Have crack!! 

God this was annoying. All he wanted to do, was buy three pounds of candy from the sweet shop, is that too much to ask? It’s movie night with Harry and Merlin, and Harry and him had set out like they always did to get a mountain of snacks for them to munch on.

But of course, they had to have issues and now Eggsy was standing at the till by himself, card reading as declined. He wanted to buy an obscene amount of moneys worth in candy, goddammit!

“Harry,” He whined, trying to get the man’s attention. He was in the store somewhere.

Like Eggsy knew he would, his lover appeared next to him, holding out a fifty pound note.

“Babe the bill is twenty, aint you got anythin smaller?”

“Sorry darling, this is the only change I have,” Eggsy sighed at the man, knowing just how much he loved to wave his money around for Eggsy. He snatched the note out of his hand and held it over to the lady across the counter, smiling at Harry and giving his cheek a peck.