and someone requested this quote a very very long time ago

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'd like to request hcs on how Chuuya was raised by Kouyou and how Dazai was raised by Mori, please. Like for example, were they strict? Or maybe which habits rubbed off on the boys and whatever else you want to add. Thank you! :)

i think i might have gone a bit overboard with these,, nevertheless, this was really fun! thank you for the lovely request dear! - mikado

Dazai Osamu

. Considering he was raised by the embodiment of logic [quoted by the man himself], it was destined for Dazai to continue the mafia hierarchy and uphold its name through a lot of training and studies. Mori’s characteristic traits are his intellect and his keen eyes [metaphorically and literally] and it can be seen that he recognizes and values Dazai’s potential a lot. It wouldn’t be far-fetched to believe that Mori had made plans to overthrow the previous mafia leader before his actual assassination of the man when he was ill. This leads me to think that Mori planned on making Dazai his right hand man for quite some time, hence why he prepared him for a successful path in the mafia. In short, Dazai was in for a hell of a ride.

. Mori’s ambition to become the new leader was something that young Dazai had noticed, and being the curious kid he is, he once asked why being the boss is so great. In response, Mori gave him a very long essay with detailed arguments written about some of the most well-known and powerful commanders in history. Remember, this is a fourteen to sixteen year old kid we’re talking about. Most people his age today just… read fanfics and cry over exams. He, on the other hand, had to analyze and make a practical model of the war strategy Napoleon Bonaparte used to take over Spain and Germany during his days of glory and write his own version of the tactic which would lead to a more profitable outcome. [ no wonder he wants to die so badly ]

. On chapter 30, Mori mentions to Fukuzawa the names of several well known researchers of theories on war strategies, with John Forman Nash, Henry Alfred Kissinger and Thomas Crombie Schelling to name a few. He does so with a very happy face may I add. Fukuzawa couldn’t identify the above mentioned people as they were foreign, while Dazai grits between his teeth that “Someone imprinted that knowledge on my mind long ago.” This basically shows what Dazai had to put up with during his time spent with Mori. Mori did fulfill all of his educational needs, but he went beyond the point by making Dazai study the works of such people when he was [I cannot stress this enough] only a teen. Okay, sure, it would be illogical for him to study those books in Japanese as well [but since he’s Mori’s diamond in the rough, he’s going to have to undergo a lot of pressure] but to study them in a foreign language as well? He has to understand the terminology of the book, the language the book is written in and also the theme of the book. And he does it so flawlessly.

. So from what you can tell, Dazai had to study a lot. Which is to be expected but that doesn’t mean that I can’t complain about it. It wasn’t always just serious business with Mori though. Dazai did have his free time, although his mentor monitored him during then as well. When not hitting the books, Dazai would usually wander around the headquarters of the Mafia, entering areas forbidden to even the executives through his childish yet very effective lock-picking methods a.k.a, with the help of his trusty sidekick, the hairpin. He lost five to six of them weekly while crawling in the vents, which explained why the guards always found pieces of hairpins stuck between the ventilation fans. Mori never managed to catch him in the act, but he always had a faint suspicion that Dazai knew more than he should, sometimes things that were private matters between him and the leaders of other organizations.  It didn’t worry him much though. If anything, it probably just enhanced his respect for the talented kid tenfold.

. Dazai didn’t hang out much with Q, considering he too was taken under Mori’s care before he became the boss. He never really liked Q, since he was an eerily quiet child who loved to cause mayhem and see other people suffer. Before, he used to think being around people such as Yumeno was a way for him to experience the so called ‘raw emotions’ he begged to feel throughout his entire life, but it didn’t work out very well for him as Q once struck an accidental but heavy blow to the Mafia by going berserk while being taken care of by some supervisors on Mori’s orders. It is then that Q started manipulating his curse more often to his advantage, and when Dazai decided it was best for him to keep his distance.

. Mori often took Dazai with him to accompany him during his shopping sprees for Elise’s new dresses, which often led to Dazai wandering off somewhere on his own while the doctor was too busy fawning over a pair of red shoes to match with the skirt he got for the blonde. He enjoyed those trips, as Mori almost never focused on him during such times and he was at liberty to do whatever his heart pleased.

. Something which is evident in Dazai is that he comes after Ranpo when it comes to deducing things. He’s a very well rounded person with knowledge on a lot of crucial matters, and he’s very analytical thanks to years of practice and passive and active experience in the Mafia. Whether he acknowledges it or not, we cannot deny the fact that Mori had a very influential role on Dazai and his forming as a person from his early teenage years to his adulthood. Therefore, it is certain that he will take some traits from his ‘guardian’ unconsciously. One of the most notable ones is being able to read anyone, especially your opponent, very well. It’s a trick that comes in handy often and I’d take a step further by saying that Dazai took this trait from Mori and polished it, making it practically his very own distinctive characteristic.

Chuuya Nakahara

. Unlike Dazai, Chuuya had the fate of being raised in a more lovable and peaceful environment. I’m not saying Dazai was completely devoid of familiarity and warmth, but Kouyou was a much better parental figure to Chuuya than Mori was to Dazai when it came to health care. Kouyou obviously could tell that Chuuya had a lot of potential to become a very powerful warrior, so she did not hold back the studies and all, but she didn’t limit him to a certain category. The difference between Mori and Kouyou is that Mori was able to distinguish by first glance where Dazai specialized at, so he made him focus on that topic alone, whereas Kouyou allowed Chuuya to explore his options, which eventually lead to him becoming a very powerful martial artist as well as a wine expert. After all, all talk and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

. Chuuya was a generally quiet child who had a visible soft spot for lullabies. It’s a thing that may perhaps be a habit Chuuya has to this day, but whenever he overworked himself during his practice, his sore muscles would bother him a lot, and the only way he could ignore the pain was to do something that would put him in a drowsy state. He first tried reading, but he changed positions every five minutes, which was a very long and painful ordeal. He thought solving puzzles would help him concentrate on something other than the numbness taking over his back, but he got frustrated when two pieces wouldn’t fit together, so that didn’t work out too well either. His last ray of hope was taking a very long bubble bath so what while resting in the tub, he’d fall asleep. Fortunately, he didn’t have to resort to drastic measures, as Kouyou noticed his fatigue and kept him close to her, singing him to sleep with a soft melody.

. If you think about it, maybe it’s one of the reasons why Chuuya has a good voice. I mean, usually genetics and fate do their own thing, but perhaps practicing a song while he helped her out with her work or whenever they went out for walks together was what helped him warm his vocal cords at first. Although he would be a bit shy to start the song off himself, he would gladly accompany Kouyou as her second voice. Slowly he’d memorize different tunes, and whenever he’d have nightmares from the horrors he might’ve seen during practice or while in the HQ, he’d hum them until he felt sleep take him away. [ my poor little kitten]

. Kouyou helped Chuuya gain control of his ability by using a number of different methods, testing the waters and checking which one was the safest and most effective for the time being. During his early days, Chuuya had difficulties maintaining his balance while floating, and he owes the Mafia quite a sum for the havoc he wrecked due to his inability to aim and crush his compressed gravity spheres. He’s paid off his debts, but he won’t forget his childish attempts to master his power, which lead to a lot of shenanigans.

. He was a very adventurous kid, so he’d usually run off from his room without Kouyou’s permission and would hide behind walls while a scene was unfolding before him or would eavesdrop in order to gather more information about the mafia. He liked to associate himself with the older divisions within the organization, sometimes managing to witness a few of their operations going by unnoticed. What he saw would sometimes thrill him and terrify him simultaneously, as he admired his higher-ups and looked at them with respect, but there was a voice at the back of his head which kept nagging him on and on, saying things such as ‘What would happen if I had been in that person’s place?’. When his thoughts got too crowded, he hurried off back to Kouyou, where he’d sit by her side and quietly sip his tea.

. Chuuya’s actually a very polite and well-behaved individual, from what you can see through his actions. He respects his elders and does not question his loyalty to them, as well as the fact that he treats his subordinates as his equals rather than as lowlife inferior to him. He genuinely cares about them as well, shown by his contempt towards Q and his actions and his immediate approval of killing him, if he could. That’s one of the main lessons that Chuuya has learnt from Kouyou; he has rich morals and a very complex and colorful personality, which if you have the luck to study, will definitely make you look at him from a different perspective.

. BONUS: Small chuu chuu sleeps in grape pjs. Pass it on.


Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word count: 1,094
Warnings: None.  
Request: ( Anonymous ) Hello! You are amazing and a very talented writing your just awesome! Could I request a Gabriel one? That he starts pranking the reader and they get all into it but get Dean and Sam in the cross hairs? Sorry if you did something already like this?? :)
Challenge:  This was written for @plaidstiel-wormstache’s Writing Challenge. My quote was “He can’t hit, he can’t hit, he can’t hit, sa-wing batter!” and my song was ‘Escape (The Pina Colada Song)’ by Rupert Holmes

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Long rant about some people on tumblr (Because not all of tumblr thinks the same.)

Hello. I am a 14-year-old white “cis” female. Why did I put “cis” in quotes? Because you wouldn’t say “cis” to people you introduce yourself to in the real world. Not normally, anyway. Buckle up, individuals, because I can talk about topics like this for a LONG time. (Sidenote: Yes this will be an opinion. No I do not believe this opinion is ideal for EVERYONE.)

So let’s start off with how I myself was introduced to these said topics; I was walking to school with a friend I haven’t seen or heard from in two years and we were friends for 4 years. They (as requested I call them their proper pronoun) wanted to strike a conversation and we were talking about cartoons (This was back in August). I was talking about Gravity Falls and they got a little if not very upset that I liked the show. They kept on trying to ask questions like, “You know that show is white-washed?” or “You do know that Alex Hirsch is a racist pig, right?” I had to stop myself because (Friend), who rarely ever spoke about people in a negative way, has done just that. I asked them, “Excuse me? How?” I was genuinely asking and they told me “He tweeted something a while ago that ‘The person who invented the word ‘bae’ should be shot.’ The word ‘bae’ comes from black culture and therefore is racist!” Now me being me I was very curious and I wanted to see it for myself. “Where can I find the tweet?” I ask and they reply, “Just– Don’t even try. You won’t know what to look for. God, you’re so stupid! He’s just like every other white man!” At this point I was already sleep deprived enough and curious enough to ask, “’All white men’?” They got so passionate about what they were talking about all of a sudden. “Yes! All white men are TERRIBLE! They all treat women badly, they’re all racist pigs, and they’re all products of Hitler!” I was taken by surprise on the Hitler part. “Not all men are bad, though… A man (a doctor) saved my life when I was little when I failed to thrive–” “Oh my GOD shut up! I’m Jewish and you defending the spawns of Hitler offends me greatly!” I was silent for the rest of the way to school. 

I remember thinking “This is so weird!” Until we got in arguments over things like if I defended men, we weren’t friends or if I didn’t like Britney Spears, we weren’t friends. (I don’t like a certain artist. Chill.) So I haven’t spoken to them in a while. Another thing is that my WHITE older sister keeps saying things to my mother like “Dad’s just another old bitter white man.” or “We only have white people food.” A 19-year-old woman. 


You most likely aren’t an anti-feminist (because feminism is equality) you’re most likely anti-misandry (misandry is hate or strong dislike towards men)

There is no such thing as “reverse” racism. It’s racism. Discrimination or strong dislike of a particular race. 

Please PLEASE if you try arguing don’t use references from the days when whites owned blacks as slaves or when Hitler was still alive or anything like that! A great deal of those points you’re trying to make are probably not relevant anymore and you need better citation!

“Down With The Cis” people, read carefully as I type; Not all cis people are what you think they are. A lot of us are very careful when addressing you because we do not want to offend you! Just because some people on tumblr have told you to think this way or you think that way on your own will because of what you see on tumblr or anywhere else doesn’t mean you have to think that way! Wouldn’t you rather treat someone nicely and have them feel bad for treating you badly/ and have them give you a chance then to just hate and put yourself in a position you’re only going to regret later on?

Just because someone from a specific ethnic group/race/gender/sexuality killed, harmed, terrorized, or negatively impacted on your specific ethnic group/race/gender/sexuality doesn’t mean you have to lash out at people with similar (etc) as the ones who’ve negatively impacted your (etc).

No, doctors do NOT make up illnesses or diagnostics just to make a certain group feel oppressed. They went through eight years of college to HELP people. Not kill people in hate.

Please if you disagree with someone on views respectfully have a conversation with the person. Same goes if you’re offended, respectfully tell them to stop what they’re doing that is upsetting you. Also it wouldn’t hurt to know if they meant it or not, as they say, “Assuming just makes an ASS out of U and ME.”

I know I’ll get sneers and noses turned up at me. It doesn’t bother me that someone has different views than me. It only gets to that point when it hurts a vast majority of people or if a whole group is terrorizing one singular individual. 

Please remember there are kids SMALLER THAN ME on here that are very impressionable. Instead of teaching them to hate anyone or themselves for being themselves, teach them how to love their caretakers, teach them how to ask for help when they need it, teach them how to love their body and be humble and love others and teach others to love one another.

You know what? Listing my views:

If you’re trans, great!

If you’re “cis”, great!

If you’re hetero, great!

If you’re anything else on the spectrum of gender roles, sexuality, or romance, great!

If you’re not anything on the spectrum of gender roles, sexuality, or romance, great!

If you’re an individual human being who has the ability to love, care for, be positive towards, or be happy with other people, great! 

If you hate a specific group, ethnicity, gender, sexuality, race, etc, not great and I won’t tell you how to live your life BUT please do not force your views on other individuals! We all have opinions, boundaries, identities, etc, and there’s a really good reason for that! It would be a really BORING world with one race, one gender, one sexuality, etc. Why would you do it? Why would you force opinions or anything else on anyone?

I’m probably one of a few thousand individuals on tumblr who feel the same but not the exact same. I don’t post myself talking or ranting or myself doing anything normally but I feel like this should be established between the follower and the followed. 

I’m not just some tiny white teenage girl typing at her computer in rage, I am a human typing out my views on a computer for people to see and ponder on. Give it some thought, maybe. Ask questions, it’s okay. Tell me your views and why you think a particular way. We all have a voice, yo, and I think this is the time to let that voice speak.


Request by the lovely @emily-jane-girl-next-door-rp: Dean x reader where Dean likes the reader but thinks she likes Sam, so he tries to get them together, only to find out that she actually likes Dean (this wasn’t the exact wording, but you get the gist!)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,374

Warnings: FLUFF, kissing, ever so tiny bit of angst in the beginning, kinda cheesy ending it’s so fluffy, 

A/N: this was my first time writing a Dean x reader request! I hope I did ok :-) ps I find this gif VERY fitting for this fic haha. ENJOY FAM.

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Dean had finally lost all hope of ever finding love.

Sure, after he had to say goodbye to Lisa he had vowed to stay single, always saying that love and a relationship just “wasn’t in the cards for him”. But that was before he met you.

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Chris&Eva (requested) #5 (Skam)

“Bro, that’s the ugliest Christmas sweater I’ve ever seen,” Chris exclaimed as soon as William stepped into the living room. “Is Noora punishing you for something?”

“Very funny. I actually bought  two of these, so we both could match,” William said,clearly unbothered  by Chris’s comment.

“In that case, I like it very much,”  he said trying to look as earnest as possible, but bursting out into a fit of laughter a moment later. “Never took you for a romantic. Do you write her lover letter and leave them around the flat as well?”

“Did you know that Santa’s flying reindeer were inspired by Odin’s eight-legged horse? Noora told me that today. It’s actually quite inter-“

“No, no, no. Don’t change the subject, young man. Tell me, William Magnusso, when did you become such a romantic? Did Noora torture you by tying you to a chair and making you watch Love Actually 50 times, or what? Or did she play you one of Justin Bieber’s albums? And more importantly, is this romance shit contagious?” Chris asked pretending to look all concerned, but failing miserably. “We can seek professional help. I am sure doctors will know how to cure you,” he continued, patting Williams back. William swatted his hand away and shoved laughing Chris out of the sofa.

“Shut up. Love does that, it changes us. Trust me, I didn’t think it was possible for me to change, to become a better man. But, then I met Noora and, I was determined to become someone who was good enough to be seen with her.”

Silence settled between them. Chris was taken aback by William’s words. He didn’t think that their conversation will become so serious, so quickly.  As guys they didn’t usually talk about their feelings. Their conversations usually revolved around girls, parties, sports and other meaningless stuff. Well, for William it had become meaningless. For Chris those were still very relevant conversation topics.

“One day you’re going to meet someone, fall in love, and you won’t be able to imagine you’re life without that person.”

Chris being, well, Chris wasn’t used to having serious conversation, not with William, not with anyone, really. Somehow, he knew that William wasn’t going to let this conversation drop. So that left him one option, turn this conversation into joke.

“Seriously, Will? You sound just like one of the characters in that TV show that Eva and I watched a while ago. One Tree something. One chick said, and I quote, Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one,” he said, making his voice as high pitched as possible and wiping away fake tears,”After I started laughing she proceeded to smack me accross the chest, and rant for 5 minutes about how Lucas and Peyton were ment to be together since the first episode. Peyton is the girl who said that cringy line, by the way.”

“That must have been so horrible, how did you survive?” William asked, with amused look on his face.

“It was brutal, man. But I made her promise that next time we will watch From Dusk Till Dawn:The Series and she will get her own snacks because she always steals mine. So annoying,” he said. Every single time that they have watched some TV show ,Eva had managed to finish her snacks even before they had gotten to half of the episode and instead of getting up to get some more snack, she  always starts to munch on his.

“Yeah, Eva is so annoying. How do you put up with her?”William asked smiling, not even looking at Chris, but typing something into his phone, probably some sickly cute text to Noora.

“I didn’t say Eva was annoying, she’s far from annoying. She’s very funny . She doesn’t even get offended by some of the jokes I make. Few of the girls have bursted into tears because of them. Eva doesn’t. She just smacks me and calls me an asshole. And she’s really chill, you know? She doesn’t get worked up over some random shit, like ripping her tights or spilling a juice on her top. When we’re hanging out, I don’t have to talk to her or listen to her talk every second of every minute. We can both be in the same place doing our own stuff. Being with her is just…easy,” he said, feeling out of breath. Well, that was a mouthful..

“Wow, Chris. I didn’t things were so serious between the two of you,” William said with a  broad smile on his face.

“What are you talking about?”

“You do realize that you just talked about Eva the way I imagine, I usually look like when I talk about Noora,” he replied and gave Chris a playful shove.

“No, I didn’t. If I did, I would have been on meds against diabetes from all the sweetness,” Chris said with a grin.

“A wise woman once said, and I quote,Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes, all you need is one,”  William shouts halfway out of the door.

“Fuck off.And you better get your bro one of those ugly matching Christmas sweaters. We don’t want people thinking that we’re having trouble in paradise,”  he shouted back. Damn, was it nice to have his best friend back.

Suddenly, Chris phone lit up and text from Eva appeared.

So… my mom is out of town… You up to torture me with “From Dusk Till Dawn”?

An involuntary smile spread across Chris’s face as he typed.

Sure. I hope you will be wearing your sexiest onsie.

A few seconds latter a reply comes back.

I might just have one big enough to fit you. We will both match. ;) xx

Matching onsies… Chris read and reread the last sentence again and again.Matching onsies? They both will have matching onsies. Just like Noora and William both have matching Christmas sweaters. Oh, God… Were they both becoming like Noorhelm?

Certainly, they weren’t.

They weren’t even dating.

What were they doing?


Hello. So, I’ve got cold and feel like crap. Very sorry for how long this turned out. But, I am too lazy to shorten it. I could barely edit it. Nonetheless, I hope you will enjoy

I don’t think I will post tomorrow. But leave your requests and I will try and write them, when I have time. Because this week is pretty busy since it’s almost the end of semester and I have tons to do. And I am preparing for my drivers test as well. 

Hope you like this little (ok, not that little) scribble.



“Imagine: Audrey invites you on a surprise date by the lake and is surprisingly nervous.” [thanks to audreyjensen76 for the idea!]

Inspired by Leather Jacket by the Arkells

warnings: please note this has somewhat detailed sexual content and ya’ll have made me a sinner. how does it feel to corrupt your friendly neighbourhood ace?? :D

[i do not own the gif above]


The text came while you were brushing you teeth, almost ready for bed. It was Audrey, as usual, except this time she had a very odd request. Why did she want you to meet her down by the Oak Lake? You hadn’t been there since your cousin had taken you fishing once when you were ten. 

It was a popular place for students to hook up or do drugs a few years ago that you knew of, but you hadn’t heard of anyone actually going down there in a long time. In fact, you were almost worried that someone had stolen Audrey’s phone and was trying to pull a prank on you. 

You texted her back and told her you would just be a moment to get ready, deciding to trust that Audrey had a good reason to want to go down to the lake. It sounded like it was supposed to be a surprise by the short text, so you changed out of your pyjamas and into shorts and a pretty blouse you had gotten for Christmas. The air was warm but not suffocating, allowing you to wear the outfit without being attacked by the weather.

It was only a fifteen minute drive there with the radio keeping you company. You pulled into a small dirt parking lot by the lake where you saw Audrey’s vehicle parked. Hopping out of your car, you noticed that she was just sitting patiently, doing nothing. You were surprised to see she that she wasn’t even using her phone to pass the time. 

Was anything wrong?

You walked towards her and when you opened the passenger door, her head jerked up in surprise. You hadn’t meant to startle her but at least she didn’t look upset. 

“Hey, Auds. Fancy meeting you here in the dead of night,” you joked while curling up in the seat, facing her with a smile. 

“Very funny, Y/N,” she said with a strained voice, though seemingly attempting to sound amused. 

She pursed her lips as she searched for the right music on the radio station. Your lips instantly spread into a smile as you watched her deep concentration and the way her hair bounced slightly as she moved her head. You could tell she was trying to stay calm in your presence but was secretly nervous. The fact that she was trying to hide it was adorable. 

“Are you going to tell me why you brought me out here in the middle of the night for this secret rendezvous?” Your tone was teasing but that seemed to do nothing to ease Audrey’s nerves. 

She finally picked a radio station and put it on low, letting the soft rock music fill the car. 

“Can’t a girl just want to surprise her girlfriend?” 

You nodded thoughtfully and reached for her hand, hoping to calm her nerves a bit. It was endearing to see her so nervous but you still wanted her to know that there was nothing to be nervous about. She pulled her hand away from you and your lips formed an ‘o’. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to grab this,” she said apologetically while reaching into the back behind her and grabbing a shopping bag. It looked quite heavy and when you curiously glanced into the bag you raised an eyebrow. 

It was full of coolers and junk food? Your night was looking a whole lot better. 

“I know you’re a fan of peach coolers and I brought your favourite chocolates as well. I just wanted you to know how much you’ve helped me this year. Ever since Rachel, I’d been a ghost of who I once was. I changed and not for the better. And yet when I met you, I became something better. Someone better than who I used to be.”

Your throat felt thick with emotion and you just blinked at her, unknowingly holding back tears. Audrey reached up wiped a single tear from under your eye and then leaned back in her seat. She stared straight ahead and was obviously trying to regulate her breathing. 

It had taken her a lot to admit that to you. 

“I don’t think anybody has ever said anything like that to me before,” you said in a low whisper. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

She turned her head towards you with a smile and you swore she was blushing. Had you ever seen Audrey blush before? You had a strong desire to reach for your phone and snap a picture despite the dark sky. 

“I was thinking we could sit by the lake and just see where things go,” she whispered back. You nodded and the two of you exited the car, her carrying the bag full of goodies. 

She seemed less nervous after admitting her feelings towards you which made it easier for you to snuggle close to her once sitting. You fit perfectly next to her, your head resting in the crook of her shoulder. Some days it felt like Audrey was made for you, no matter how cheesy that sounded in your head. 

“I can’t believe you bought me coolers,” you choked out between laughs, realizing how absurd it was once she handed you a can. “I thought you hated this ‘prissy alcohol’,” you quoted. 

She scoffed and opened a can for herself anyways, taking a long sip like she was trying to prove you wrong. “It’s not that bad,” she argued. 

“Well I’m not the person you need to convince. Obviously I’m the one who loves them.” You drank the entire can of sickly sweet peach liquid in under five minutes. You had an addiction to sugar, but especially sugar mixed with alcohol, no matter how small the amount. 

Three cans later, you were feeling the alcohol begin to affect you in small ways. Sure, you’d have to drink two packs of four to actually get smashed, but three was sure enough for you. Audrey only drank one, presumably because she was driving home and also because she definitely hated them. 

“Everything feels great,” you commented while studying different ripples and movement in the water. It was a peaceful area surrounded by trees and covered in moss, protecting the small area like barriers. 

“Y/N? Can I ask you something that might come out as a little bit awkward?”

You pulled back from her shoulder and wrapped your arms around your knees that were drawn to your chest. “You can always tell me or ask me anything, don’t be silly Audrey.” 

She nodded and lightly chewed on her lip, clearly conflicted again about what to say. You wanted to tell her, again, that there was nothing she could say that would make you upset but she already knew that. You decided to just give her a moment to collect her thoughts. 

“We’ve been together for a year now, and I know we both agreed on waiting for anything serious because of everything that has happened in the past. I was always so scared I’d wake up one day and lose you. But I’m not anymore and I’m ready to be with you like I wasn’t before.”

If her soft, passionate tone wasn’t enough to make your heartbeat speed up, the way she licked her lips certainly was. Audrey had a habit of turning you on with one look, but you had always kept your thoughts under control by taking care of things yourself once you got home from dates. It was becoming a guilty habit of yours to think about her while you were alone so that you wouldn’t have to talk about sex face to face. 

Though if you were hearing her right, then you wouldn’t be going home and imagining her body against yours. 

“Would you like to be more specific,” you taunted lightly. You could tell Audrey was trying to stop herself from smiling and stay serious, but she was failing miserably. 

“Well, I guess I was a little vague…” She pushed her bangs out of her eyes and appeared to be in deep thought. “Maybe we could start with buying a place together considering we’re going to the same college next year. I suppose then we could think about where we want to live after school. Would you want to move to a different country, perhaps? And then one day I’d be the one to get down on one knee, and ask in the most passionate way possible, ‘Would you–”

“Take me by the lake?” you interrupted calmly. Audrey’s head jerked back to you and she completely lost all seriousness, letting out a gasping laugh. You began to laugh as well before grabbing her hand and kissing it affectionately. 

“I love you,” she said, sobering slightly to say the impactful words you had never heard her say. Those words were not what you had expected to hear that night. Who knew that begrudgingly forcing yourself to meet her at the lake instead of sleeping would lead to Audrey confessing her love for you? 

Perhaps you had known she loved you, but the way she said them out loud made your entire body hum with happiness. 

“I love you too.”

And then she was finally calm, every nerve released from her body so visibly that you could have sworn you saw her nerves floating away. That was what she had been so nervous about and you hadn’t clued into it. 

You pushed her gently against the elevated ground, her hair falling over her green eyes that were illuminated by the moonlight. It was a breathtaking setting to be apart of, but you couldn’t be more thankful that Audrey was apart of it too. You took a moment to appreciate the memorizing sight beneath you; your girlfriend perfectly calm and beautiful you. 

You wanted your hands to explore every part of her body and never have to leave the little piece of heaven by the lake. 

Your hand grazed the hem of her shirt and you looked up at Audrey questioningly. She nodded and she shrugged out of her jacket before you tugged her shirt over her head. The jacket was like a blanket beneath her and you couldn’t help but smile at the realization that you were going to have sex on her damn leather jacket. Not that you had ever fantasized such a thing.

You tugged down on her simple black bra, having no time to fumble with claps, and gingerly touched her skin, cupping the warm swell of her breast. She fit perfectly in your hand as your thumb skimmed her hardening nipple, earning you a sharp intake of breath. Her skin was as soft as flower petals and just as mesmorizing too. Audrey was hardly a patient person though, her hands grabbing your waist with a sly smile on her lips. 

“May I?” Her voice was low and the words came out in a rumble that resembled thunder. Her fingers were playing with the waistband of your shorts and you held your breath while nodding a little too enthusiastically. It was a pure feeling, watching her so willing to give you pleasure. 

She sat up effortlessly and your knees settled on either side of her thighs. As her hand slipped further down the front of your shorts, you shivered in anticipation.

Her grazed the damp fabric of your underwear and pushed it the side with two fingers. “Your shirt,” she said, the words coming out more like a demand than a suggestion. 

You pulled your shirt off in a singular motion just as her fingers swept through the wet folds at the centre between your legs. Your back arched and Audrey took the reaction as an invitation for her to put her lips on your skin. Her lips pressed against your ribs and kissed your body gently. You fingers became tangled in her hair as she focused on swirling her fingers in a circular motions, teasing you. 

Please,” you begged in a breathy whisper. You could just imagine the smirk on her lips as she realized the absolute control she had over you. 

Just when you managed to catch your breath, she slipped a finger inside of you while gently biting your skin. You gasped loudly and tugged on her hair, not minding whether or not it hurt her. She certainly had it coming. She inserted another finger and moved both of them in and out slowly. The motion was tantalizingly slow and frankly, mocking. She was trying to frustrate you.

“Is it more fun when I’m the one inside of you?” It was another thunderous rumble of words that matched perfectly with the hammering heartbeat in your chest and the lightening of thoughts in your mind. 

What had she said? Oh, fuck. “How did you know?”

“You told me once when you were drunk how much you love–” She was cut off by the moan that was released from your lips. Her voice seemed to make everything more excruciatingly vivid. You heard, felt and saw every single detail so clearly that it felt as thought your mind was never going to stop spinning. 

“I love you,” you promised with a hint of guilt. 

Her free hand slipped under your bra, palming your breast and humming in appreciation. There was a short moment where she just stopped. “You are the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt in my life,” she swore soothingly. 

Oh,” you whispered while her fingers continued to glide in circles, rubbing agonizingly slow. You tugged on her hair again and she laughed almost breathlessly. Her hand squeezed your breast in a gently way and you felt electrified, like every cell of your being had been waiting to feel her skin against yours. 

She finally gave into your body’s pleas, curling her fingers in a beckoning motion in just the right spot. You came gasping her name, your thighs tightening around her and your body completely void of a single rational thought. 

That was what heaven felt like. 

You watched her carefully with half lidded eyes, your pupils blown. She pulled her hand from your shorts and licked her fingers clean without any hesitation. Watching the pure adoration written across her face was poetry as she placed a soft kiss on your lips and smiled. 

You wanted to frame the look she gave you; it as though she had experienced the best thing in the world when she had been giving you pleasure. Knowing the incredible feeling she had given you with just her fingers and lips, you found the energy and confidence to say just two words. 

My turn.”


NOTE: Another reminder that I haven’t even romantically held a person’s hand so do not freak out at me for how pathetically terrible this was. Also, listening to Sex Yeah by Marina and the Diamonds doesn’t help apparently?? I want a refund.


requested: writing notes to each other. 

Monday rolled around a lot quicker than Yoongi had hoped for but strangely he found himself looking forward to the first class of the morning. It had started as a normal Monday morning a few weeks back, he had been doodling on his desk placed at the back of the class. The desk itself was rarely used but every lesson he would walk past all the available seats and return to it. He may have got a little carried away with his doodles that morning but the next day he returned to his desk he saw someone had replied to him.

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The Coffee Shop Around the Corner, Chapter 1

Westallen Secret Santa gift from Jade ( @jade4813 ) for Tilly ( @mmmtion ): 

This is for Tilly. I hope you like long stories and you’re having a wonderful holiday! (Submission will be coming in parts as there are 12 chapters).

This story was inspired by the movie The Shop Around the Corner, which was remade into You’ve Got Mail. All allusions and references are thus intentional!

Chapter 1

The air was cool and crisp, the first dead leaves of the season crunching underfoot, as Barry jogged across the street and up the steps to the Central City Police Department’s wide front doors. He was running late, again – an all too common occurrence over the last few months. Hunching his shoulders slightly as though ducking his head behind the high collar of his coat would make him invisible and thus immune from his police captain’s wrath, he darted towards the stairs. If only he could make his way to his lab before –

“Allen!” He jerked at the sound of Singh’s voice, and he heard himself groan softly. Without losing stride, he changed direction and followed his captain into the other man’s office, bracing himself for a stern dressing-down.

“Sir, I can explain –” he began before he even cleared the doorway. Singh had moved behind his desk and gestured for Barry to sit.

At his subordinate’s attempt to excuse his tardiness, Singh waved his hand and seemed to roll his eyes slightly. “Let me guess. Your car broke down again? The car you don’t own? Or did you have to stop to get another kitten out of a tree?”

Barry felt his face grow red. “Well, I – I –” he stammered.

“Forget about it. One day, we’ll have a chat about your apparent inability to read a clock, but that’s not why I called you in here today. I have a job for you. Mason Bridge at the Central City Picture News requested the assistance of this department to do a series of articles about our city’s new superhero. I was planning to ignore that request until the Mayor graciously volunteered our support.” His voice betrayed a tiny hint of sarcasm, his disdain at the suggestion that the police didn’t have better things to do. “Since you apparently don’t have enough to do to find it necessary to get to work on time, I assume you won’t have a problem acting as the department’s liaison on the story. I’m sure someone will contact you with what they need.” He turned his attention back to the papers on his desk, silently dismissing his CSI.

His embarrassment escalated into sheer alarm. “B-but sir!” he protested. He wasn’t surprised that his boss was punishing him for his persistent tardiness, but this was one assignment he couldn’t take.

Marshaling his arguments, Barry tried to argue, but he knew he would have to be very persuasive to change Singh’s mind. “Sir, I know the mayor volunteered our services, but this – this is a bad idea! The police department liaising with a newspaper? They’re always happy to change facts if necessary to sensationalize a headline!” He scrambled for more outlandish charges to press against reporters – anything to demonstrate how inappropriate he would be for the job without admitting to the actual reason for his reluctance. He was afraid that an astute reporter might see through his charade and discover he was the superhero in question. “You know reporters can’t be trusted. This one will probably just use this partnership as an excuse to get a few quotes they’ll take out of context and then spin to make it seem like we’re incompetent at handling the metahuman threat! They’re rude, nosy, opportunistic –”

“Oh, come on, we’re hardly rude. I suppose we can be nosy, but we can also be awfully charming when we want to be.” The drawling voice came from the doorway, and Barry jumped to his feet. He spun towards the sound, his face growing hot.

When he saw the woman in the doorway, he almost tripped over his feet. He recognized her, of course. Iris West, star reporter for CCPN. He’d never spoken with her before. Actually, they’d never met face to face – at least, he hadn’t met her as Barry Allen. In a way, he’d met her as Flash the day he’d discovered his powers.

He had been on his way to work when he saw a car run a red light and speed straight towards some pedestrians crossing the street. Iris had rushed forward to push them out to safety, but he saw the moment she realized she wouldn’t be able to get out of the car’s path in time, herself. As she’d stared in horror at the oncoming car, time itself seemed to slow. A moment later, Barry had realized that time wasn’t slowing down; he was speeding up. He’d discovered he could move faster than humanly possible, and so he’d raced forward, picked her up, and carried her to the side of the road before speeding away.

Later that day, she’d published the very first article about him, officially naming him Flash.

Since then, he’d seen her at various crime scenes, standing behind a line of yellow police tape as she jotted down notes on a story, spoke to people in the crowd, or even conferred with officers on site. He’d found himself wondering what would have happened if he’d stayed and talked to her, instead of running away. Of course, at the time, he hadn’t exactly had the presence of mind to know what to do; he’d been too astonished by his newfound abilities. But ever since, every time he saw her, he was struck by the realization she was even more gorgeous than he remembered. At one point, he’d been tempted to find an excuse to approach the tape, maybe even find the words to ask her to grab a cup of coffee together. But he’d never been able to find the nerve.

If he’d hoped she’d ever seen him at a crime scene and pondered asking him out as he had her, nothing in her expression gave any indication. The wry smile that curved the corners of her mouth was belied by the slight arch of her eyebrows and the angry gleam in her eye. She had heard him grievously insult her, and he felt shame and self-recrimination at the words that he’d foolishly used to deter and deflect. Worried as he was about keeping his secret, if he’d had any idea she would be the reporter assigned to the case, he would have held his tongue.

“I – I – I –” Barry stammered, completely incapable of finding a coherent thought to dig his way out of this situation of his own making.

“Ah, Miss West, meet Barry Allen. Barry Allen, Iris West. I’m sure the two of you will enjoy working together. Barry’s mouth may occasionally get away from him, but he’s the best CSI in our department. Well, he’s the only CSI, but if he wasn’t so good at his job, I probably would have fired him long ago.” He paused and added, “You can quote me on that.” Leaning back in his chair, he smiled in a self-satisfied way and nodded to the door. “Now if you don’t mind, I have some work to do. I’ll leave you both to get acquainted.”

Recognizing a dismissal when he heard one, Barry mumbled an incomprehensible agreement under his breath and stepped out of the office, closing the door behind him. He swallowed heavily when he realized that this left him standing with a still very irritated Iris West. “I – uh – I’m sorry about – about what I said before,” he finally managed to stammer out.

Her arms crossed over her chest, Iris shifted her weight and shook her hair back over her shoulder. “Oh, that? I’ve been called worse, though I admit I’m disappointed. I had heard you were brilliant, so I assumed you would at least be a little more inventive with your insults. Don’t think for a second that it’ll get you out of this assignment. I’m here because of the Flash, and you won’t be rid of me until I have what I need from this department. I don’t particularly care whether you want to work with me or not.” Turning on her heel, she stalked towards the exit, throwing over her shoulder, “I just came by today to introduce myself. Don’t worry; I’ll be in touch.”

As her footsteps faded and the front door closed, Barry sagged into his coat. He’d certainly messed things up this time.

No More Drinking Alone// A Remus Lupin Imagine

Anonymous said: “One-shot where Remus is drinking and breaks something and it wakes you up and you go see what’s wrong and he won’t tell you why he’s drinking but you know it’s cause he’s a werewolf and fluff?”

Of course!


Title: No More Drinking Alone

Character/Celebrity: Remus Lupin (Harry Potter)

Rating: T

Warnings: underage drinking

Word Count: 681


It was late at night when the sound of breaking glass woke you up.

Sitting up in your bed, you looked around to see if any of the other three girls in your dorm had heard it. They were all still sound asleep. You sighed and decided to check it out yourself.

You got out of bed and grabbed your wand from your robes that you had thrown on the floor the night before. You gripped it tight in your hand as you made your way down the stairs. You saw light flickering in the common room. Someone had lit a fire in the fireplace.

“Hello?” You called into the room. No one answered. You continued on your way down only to see Remus Lupin on his knees trying to clean up a bottle that had shattered on the ground. You rolled your eyes and dragged a hand down your face before walking over and kneeling down as well, helping him pick up the pieces.

“I’ve got it.” he assured you, but you could hear his words slurring slightly.

“No you don’t.” you said as you continued to pick up pieces. On a particularly big one, you saw the label reading firewhiskey and sighed. “Really, Lupin? Drinking alone on a school night isn’t really your style, I thought.” You were quoting something he’d said when he’d found you in a similar state a couple of weeks ago. He looked up at you and shrugged.

“Not really.” he admitted, “But then again I’ve been doing quite a few things out of character as of late.” He was right. For the last week or so, he’d been acting very strange, very stressed out and moody. You were pretty sure you knew why.

“So I’ve noticed.” The two of you finished up cleaning and you took the pieces to the trash, throwing them away and moving some other things on top of it so that no one would ask questions. When you came back over, you found Remus sitting on one of the couches, his face under his hand as he shook his head.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like this, (y/n).” He apologized. You shook your head and gave him a small smile.

“That’s okay.” You told him, honestly. You took a seat next to him and turned so that you were facing him. “Is this about the full moon tomorrow night?” His hand fell from his face and he looked over at you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He lied. You chewed on your lip.

“Don’t lie to me, Remus.” you said. He knew you hated liars. He sighed.

“How… How did you know?” he asked. You shrugged.

“You think I don’t notice you and the guys disappearing one night a month?” you asked with a laugh. You shook your head and smiled. “You guys are not as slick about it as you think you are.”

“Or you’re just more observant than we expected anyone to be.” He countered. You nodded.

“That might be it.” You admitted. “But, still, I know about it. That’s really what matters here.”

“You’re right.” He said. “If you knew, why didn’t you ever say anything before now?” he asked. His words were still slurring a bit.

“It wasn’t my business until now.” you explained. He sighed a long sigh before he leaned forward, his forehead coming to rest on your shoulder. You patted his head gently. “You don’t have to be alone, you know.”

“I’m not.” he mumbled against your arm. “I have James and Sirius and Peter.” You shook your head.

“That’s not what I mean, Remus.” You told him. He was silent for a moment.

“I know.”

“I don’t want you drinking alone anymore, okay?” You told him. “I worry about you.”

“I know.”

“Next time you want to get drunk before a full moon, come find me okay? I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.” He was silent again. You nudged his face with your shoulder. “Okay?” He nodded.

“No more drinking alone.” he agreed. “Got it.”


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anonymous asked:

‘I think half of my anons are from the same person and I’m trying to track you down’ AU

[AO3] & [FFN]

It’s all Octavia’s fault, really. She’s the one who introduced Clarke to Tumblr in the first place, and she’s the one who suggested it’d be a perfect place for her to display her drawings and paintings. Octavia even makes an account for her and directs her to some other artists Clarke might be interested in, and it kind of spirals from there.

Before she knows it, Clarke’s running a very popular art blog, rebloging other artists’ work that she thinks is beautiful and thought provoking, and posting her own. She hasn’t felt this inspired since her dad’s death two years before, and she’s actually enjoying art again.

That’s when the trouble starts. And it’s not like it’s serious trouble or anything. Clarke doesn’t feel bad after receiving the messages. In truth, she kind of wants to laugh after reading them most of the time. It is, however, getting slightly annoying having someone troll her like this.

“O, I got another one,” she calls to her best friend and roommate.

Octavia, watching television across the room, perks up. “What does it say this time?” she asks with a curious smile.

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