clearly spotted

anonymous asked:

wanna share some of your hance headcanons 👀

good choice 

  • Lance’s bedroom at home is decked out in mermaid-themed things. he has a clock with mermaid art on it, a larger human-sized poster of an optical illusion that’s like a couple of mermaids that make up a face or something, he has a shelf for mermaid figurines because he thinks they’re really cool 
    • Hunk knitted him a mermaid tail blanket for his birthday once
    • That was when Lance realized he had the best boyfriend ever 
  • Lance taught Hunk how to play a guitar and soon they spent nights together writing silly songs with Hunk playing and Lance singing and sometimes vice versa 
  • they met in middle school where they had to transfer from two different elementaries that were lesser known in the school system and they were the first friends they made
    • “hey, uh… Kid… Kid in the blue shirt… Uhhhh”
    • “You! You were the kid that fell on me at my locker!”
    • “Yeah, I got, uh, shoved. Sorry…”
    • “Aw, don’t worry about it! Have a seat, let’s be friends!” 
  • Hunk has a large bean bag chair in his room back home and it’s big enough to fit two of him so you can bet those two end up cuddling up together on it and watching movies. 
  • Lance and Hunk would totally not sleep for three days just to watch a naruto marathon because they fucking love naruto
  • Lance bought him the headband! it was a birthday present when they were younger because of how much Hunk loved naruto 
    • “okay I know it’s not like the ones they really wear i just didn’t think the school would really allow it. thinking it’s satanic or whatever…”
    • “i love y- it! I love it!” 
  • they got lost for three hours driving down the highway trying to find a town they’ve never been to to buy yu-gi-oh cards, the store was closed by the time they found it
    • Lance as soon as he realizes they’re lost: ADVENTURE!
  • their first kiss was on halloween when they dressed as sonic and spongebob 

“Unfortunately I only have one album, so we’ve only got one song left,” he said with a laugh near the end of the night. “We’ve quite literally run out of material.”

He then turned to the band and suggested performing “Kiwi” once more, as many in the crowd erupted. The band dove back into the rocker, and it was just as convincing, the song and energy clearly a sweet spot for Styles. When it was done, he asked, “Do it again?”

—  rolling stone on harry playing kiwi twice

honestly the ‘friends-locking-them-in-a-broom-closet’ trope for early narumitsu would be great. maya opens that closet seven minutes later and they’re literally just having an argument at close range

Watching Code Lyoko is sort of surreal because of how much technology has advanced since this very technology-focused cartoon premiered in 2003.

the virtual world of Lyoko houses two artificial intelligence beings, one with fully human behaviors, and one with the capability to affect things in the real world that aren’t even mildly electronic. (episode 1, a giant teddy bear. why XANA)

Three children regularly fully digitize themselves to enter and exit Lyoko without any negative side effects to their mental or physical well being… aside from that time one of them fell into the “digital sea” and just. ceased to exist. Was there a body? nobody knows

XANA has taken control of trains, a government sattelite with a goddamn laser capable of targeting an individual person and pulverizing everything within a ten-foot radius of its target, (why does that even exist?) clouds of several different kinds of toxic gasses, a swarm of bees, the previously mentioned giant teddy bear, a living replica of one of the main characters, all with decidedly malicious intent. (plus that whole thing with William….)

But, it still seems to obey video game type logic, such as only deploying a limited number of minions, all with a clearly visible weak spot.

The heroes are always alerted of XANA’s activity, (directional vibrations on the ground in Lyoko) and always stop it, (deactivating the tower) in the same ways every time.

literal time travel, via the push of a button, voice command, automatic?? it’s really not consistent

but the gang’s computer whiz kid Jeremie’s personal setup looks like this

look at this dinosaur

and they all use freaking nokias

here we have Ulrich typing in Jeremie’s phone number, from memory, in order to alert him that an evil computer program has taken control of the electrical wiring in the school cafeteria and that they’re all trapped

There’s an episode in which nanobots cause an amnesia epidemic, (I think it’s one of my faves so far) and the next episode begins with Odd talking excitedly about downloading an MP3 file off the web

I haven’t gotten to that episode yet, but I distinctly remember Jeremie exclaiming “I just need a couple more bytes!” and Odd saving the day by closing out a game of Tetris that was running in the background

I remembered it wrong, Yumi was at the computer trying to save Jeremie after he convinced her to try and virtualize him (she messed it up because he didn’t bother to walk her through virtualizing someone step by step) and they needed “a few more bytes” of memory, so Odd plugged Ulrich’s gameboy into the system, which of course fixed the problem somehow. It was definitely Tetris though. He’d been up until 3am playing Tetris the night before. Tetris. Tetris saved Jeremie from deleting himself.

TL;DR: between the conflicting level of often nonsensical technological advancement, (how did a computer program just. make bees) occasionally awkward dubbing, (that was absolutely Ulrich’s voice coming out of Yumi’s mouth. yep. mm-hm. good) rare and often unsettling puns, and Odd’s hair, Code Lyoko is a surreal experience and I recommend it

I live for the relationships (platonic or romantic) where one is grudgingly protective of the other (and tries to hide it). Person A is the type that would go out of their way to help others (even at their own risk) and B is in the background shaking their head, trying (and failing) to act like they don’t care or they don’t notice but, nevertheless, helping A out whenever they see the other in trouble.

And B is always saying stuff like: “I was just passing by, minding my own damn business, like SOME *glares* people should learn to do, when I saw your nerd ass in trouble like per freaking usual” and then trying to make it seem like they help because it’ll be beneficial for them even when it’s not… Obviously, whenever someone points out that B clearly has a soft spot for A, the attempt at denial is freaking hilarious.
Harry Styles Emulates Folk-Rock Heroes at Intimate Los Angeles Gig
Harry Styles was joined onstage by Stevie Nicks Friday night at Los Angeles' Troubadour, a gig that marked the singer's first full U.S. concert.

“Tonight is maybe the best night of my life,” Harry Styles confessed Friday, facing an excited crowd of fans and friends gathered to hear the songs of his just-released solo debut, Harry Styles. The intimate club performance unfolded at the Troubadour, the celebrated West Hollywood room where some of his folk-rock heroes from the Seventies performed early career-defining gigs.

The erstwhile One Direction singer walked out as casually as anyone can in golden glitter pants. He picked up an electric guitar to begin “Ever Since New York,” a ballad warm and jangly, to an audience of raised cell phones. He winced dramatically to the lyrics of bitter love (“Almost over / Had enough from you”), ending with a fan sing-along to the repeated closing line: “Oh, tell me something I don’t already know.”

The album wasn’t the obvious move for the pop idol, but is now fully expected to debut at Number One on the Billboard 200 album chart. The concert at the 500-capacity Troubadour was a night to celebrate (and a benefit for homeless teens), while a crowd of mostly female fans not lucky enough to score a ticket stood outside waiting behind a barricade, maybe hoping for a glimpse of Styles, guest James Corden or anyone else.

At 23, Styles has launched a solo career to genuine acclaim, drawing less on the immediate pop of his multi-platinum boy band than lessons learned from the rock and pop past. His new songs show the direct influence of Bowie, Elton John, the Stones, Lennon & McCartney, and many others. The results that aren’t revolutionary in 2017 but are emotionally resonant, and suggest a healthy foundation of taste and ambition.

At the Troubadour, the percussive piano on “Woman” began like Elton’s “Bennie and the Jets.” The folky glimmer of his “Meet Me in the Hallway” shimmered like Bowie’s “Space Oddity.” His “Only Angel” snarled with Stonesy guitars and fittingly brutal beats and cowbell from drummer Sarah Jones.

By the time Stevie Nicks stepped out as his surprise guest for a trio of duets, Styles had traveled comfortably through a variety of styles. “You look pretty wonderful,” Styles said almost shyly as Nicks arrived at the mic. She replied, “So do you.”

“Nicks wore black and sang harmony on Styles’ "Two Ghosts,” a dreamy tune that could be Beck in sad singer-songwriter mode. Nicks looked over at her singing partner and blended her voice with his: “We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me / Trying to remember how it feels to have a heart beat.”

They followed with Fleetwood Mac’s classic “Landslide,” trading lyrics and admiring glances. Young women in the crowd shouted along to Nicks, but turned silent when Styles delivered his lines, which were his most gentle and reverent of the night. When Nicks paused to share some history about “Landslide,” Styles stepped back to sit and listen like the rest of the room, then joined her on one more song, “Leather and Lace.”

For much of the 80-minute set, Styles’ demeanor was as casual as if he were hosting a cocktail party in his living room, at ease with fans shouting ecstatically to his every syllable. With him were not a band of session players but a group of young musicians and peers, including guitarist Mitch Rowland, who was still working at a pizza shop when recruited by Styles as a player and co-writer on the album.

Together, they charged into “Kiwi,” a grinding rocker in the tradition of the Strokes or Jet, sending Styles bouncing around the stage, leaning into the front rows, punching the air.

“Unfortunately I only have one album, so we’ve only got one song left,” he said with a laugh near the end of the night. “We’ve quite literally run out of material.”

He then turned to the band and suggested performing “Kiwi” once more, as many in the crowd erupted. The band dove back into the rocker, and it was just as convincing, the song and energy clearly a sweet spot for Styles. When it was done, he asked, “Do it again?”

Instead, Styles closed with the emotionally lush “Sign of the Times,” already a career-defining song for the new solo artist. It wasn’t a casual reading. His voice soared and shifted gracefully between tenor and falsetto, retaining the epic song’s solemn gospel flavor (even without the album’s accompanying choir).

Like “Kiwi,” the tune tapped into something real in the singer, lifting him far beyond casual charmer and into passionate performer. Which might the greatest lesson of all from the musical heroes of the rock and pop past.

I find it kinda funny how Moon, while generally being polite and ready to help at a moment’s notice, is a bit of a complainer and quick to snap.

But when it comes to Lillie? A girl she just met? Through an encounter that nearly got her falling to her death?

“Oh, you have another problem? No problem, no problem at all, let me take care of that for you, there is no inconvenience.”

anonymous asked:

Hello, first I want to say that i really like the way you write. Second I would like to know your opinion about who do you think are the members Yoongi is more closer to. I read once you said it is Hoseok, how about Namjoon ?

I tried to be brief but that’s clearly something that I cannot do, so:

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Tour Surprises

Word Count: 1,023

Requested: No

The lights dimmed in the large arena as you carefully made your way backstage. You were being careful, waiting until you heard the deafening sound of screams signaling Shawn had walked on stage before entering the backstage area. You held you and Shawn’s 3 year old daughter in your arms, her small head sporting the oversized headphones to protect her ears from the sound of the loud music and screams that echoed behind the stage. 

You hadn’t seen Shawn in almost two months. Being at home taking care of your daughter alone had become overwhelming. Every night your baby girl would ask where he was before you put her to sleep, making your heart break a little each time. Eventually, you knew it was time to go pay a visit to your husband. After a couple days, you came up with a plan to surprise him after he was done performing, packed up, and flew to where his current show was. 

As you walked backstage, many of the crew members greeted you and your daughter, leading you to the side stage area. You were close enough to have a good view of Shawn passionately performing, but just out of sight so he couldn’t spot you. Your daughter giggled excitedly when she caught site of Shawn, wiggling around in your arms. 

“Daddy!” she yelled, holding her arms out and moving her hands as if she was grabbing Shawn. The crew members around you laughed at her excitement as she wiggled and bopped her head to the beat of the song he was playing. 

Eventually, she began wiggling uncontrollably in your arms while repeatedly yelling for you to let her ago. Her arms were flailing everywhere, forcing you to set her on the floor.

“Stay right here, ok?” you tried to ask, but before you could finish the sentence or catch her, she started running towards Shawn. Her little legs waddled furiously as she was determined to make it all the way.

You began chasing after her, but she was too determined, slipping easily out of your grip. Soon, she was visible to the crowd, resulting in a large eruption of screaming. Shawn smiled, clearly not knowing what was happening and continued on as usual. After a couple seconds his band stopped playing, laughing at the small child making her way across the stage with her arms out in front of her. Shawn immediately turned around clearly confused until he spotted her. His eyes grew wide and it was obvious he didn’t know how to react until a smile broke out on his face from ear to ear. 

“Daddy!” she yelled again when she was only a few steps away. Her chubby cheeks held a wide smile and her curly brown hair was bouncing with every step. When she was close enough, Shawn leaned down, scooping her up in his arms. He spun her in circles a couple times, making a wild giggle come out of her small mouth. 

“Hey, baby!” he exclaimed as he stopped moving, holding her tiny body against him. He kissed her all over her face, creating another giggle that escaped her mouth. Her hands flew up to push away his face, making him laugh in return. 

“Where did you come from?” he asked her. Her hand rose up, pointing in the direction you were standing. You stood still, not sure if you should go out there and grab her, or let the interaction continue, knowing the fans were loving it. 

“Is mama back there?” he asked her as she vigorously shook her head. He looked in the direction she pointed, vaguely spotting you, and the smile on his face grew wider, if possible. He used one hand to motion you out on stage while his other arm supported your daughter. You shyly walked out onto the stage, then began walking faster when you saw Shawn’s excitement. You met him at the front of the stage and let him engulf you in a big hug, still using one arm to hold your daughter. He began kissing your face just like he had to your baby girl, making you laugh loudly, and push him away. You had almost forgot you had thousands people watching you, until he leaned in to kiss you which resulted in an eruption of screams. You blushed feverishly and looked away while Shawn pulled you back to his chest. 

“I missed you so much. I am so glad your here,” he whispered in your ear so the fans couldn’t hear. You smiled and gave him another quick peck, before reaching out to grab your daughter so Shawn could finish his show. 

“Wait, hold on,” he said and moved her from your grip. You watched him walk over to the microphone holding your daughter close to it.

“You wanna say hi to everybody?” he asked her, making her raise her hand in a wave and let out a small “hi” into the microphone. The crowd began screaming once again, making her face light up in excitement from the attention. 

“Anything else you wanna say before you go?” he asked her.

“You’re sweaty, daddy,” she said, suddenly disgusted as if she just noticed the sweat. Shawn, along with the crowd, let out a burst of laughter. He walked back over to you, setting her in your arms, before giving you a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

“I’ll see you in a little bit. Love you. God, I’m so excited,” he told you, only for you to hear before walking over to pick up his guitar and go back to his show. You walked back behind the stage with a smile never leaving your face. Your heart was racing and you became even more excited to see Shawn after the show. 

You looked up when Shawn’s music started back up, seeing he was looking back at you, and dropping his eye in a wink. You let small smile appeared on your face again. Although it wasn’t the way you had planned it, you couldn’t think of a better way than the moments that just occurred to surprise him.

Good Morning (M)

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Requested by: Anon.. Here you go sweety!!

Characters: Goo Junhoe (Junhwe, June, iKon), You (Reader/OC)

Genre: Smut and fluff

Warning/s: Dirty talking, Thigh Riding (ugh),Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Cringing, sweaty and slick morning sex

Length: 1,968 words

Plot:   You had a hot dream with your boyfriend and he finds that out so he will make you realize that dreams do come true and they come in a better package.

I had literally no time in proofreading so I apologize about any errors :p


“Right there, baby.”  You moaned as you felt your boyfriend’s cock hit the most sensitive spot in you, causing you to press your forehead against the mattress harder. Junhoe continued his brisk pace as he fucks you from behind, his hands gripping your hips tightly that will surely appear as bruises the next morning.

“Cum for me, baby.”  He groaned when he felt your walls tighten around him.  


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First Time with Bangtan?- Yoongi

Summary: You woke up in the middle of the night feeling a bit needy. Luckily, Yoongi knew just how to take care of you and your first time.

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 2k

Related but not necessarily a prequel: Pillowtalk with Yoongi

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any evak + girl squad headcanons?<3

Okay let me just say I live for evak and the girl squad. Like so so so much. The birthday one shot I did for Even’s birthday was basically just a massive girl squad and Isak hanging out fest. I am obsessed haha

  • So just like the boy squad the girl squad and evak work all for so many different reasons depending on the girl. So Even and Noora find themselves in serious discussions about women’s rights and human rights and equality all together. Even is actually one of the few people that make Noora rethink things she was so sure were the only way to think about them. They listen to each others perspectives and then broaden the way they originally think about something, and it is both beautiful and annoying because Isak is just like ooohhhh eeem geee stop. And then omg Chris cracks up Even so much. her jokes and omg omg omg 
  • Okay so Chris does not let Even forget that she had this ‘connection’ with Isak. She is all “So Even, you know I am really glad that Isak found you because, I mean we kinda had a thing” and Even raises his eyebrows and is like “really?” she nods “Oh yeah, gawd our energy, the sexual tension, it was electrifying!” then she lowers her head in pity “poor Isak tho, He tried to make me jealous once which didn’t work, and then by the time he would have been ready to profess his love for me I had already found my Kasper. I can tell it really cut him up.” Even is just like “wow, I had no idea” and she is all “yeah it hurt so much that no other girl could compare. But I mean I’m just glad he finally got over me,” And Even laughs and says “same Chris, same.” 
  • And then ahhh Eva and Isak are finally reunited. They had such a precious friendship before the snake stuff went down and now they are baaack. They like have so many silly inside jokes and do such fun and silly stuff together that just makes everyone smile and go “ahhh you two” Like Isak and Eva’s super cute and adorable shenanigans truly come out together and Even and Vilde just sit there all heart eyed as they watch Isak and Eva compete to see who can fit the most marshmallows in their mouths. (this of course leads to some inappropriate jokes from the girls, especially Chris who says something along the lines of “this is really a competition to see who is better at fitting something else in their mouths” Even laughs of course and gives her a dick joke of his own. they are adorable) 
  • Oh and Eva showers Even in stories of baby Isak. of all the goofy stuff he did in middle school, and how his obsession with trying to rap began. And she leans forward and whispers “I’m pretty sure he actually thinks he’s really good so just go with it so we can get more footage of him being a dork” And Even is like “That won’t be a problem” and shows her the million videos he has secretly taken of Isak doing silly things and it is amazing and Eva is giggling and telling him a story for every video he shares with her. And it is like so perfect. <3 
  • Ahhh Sana my angel Sana gets along so well with our boys. Her and Isak are so so close (as we know) and they just mock each other and banter in such a fond way. It is adorable. and then Sana pays out Isak to Even which he loooooves but then Just like Sana and Isak, Even and Sana talk about so much issues that are happening in society and religion and cultural beliefs and basically their own personal values that truly make them understand each other and feel less alone. It’s beautiful. Sana clearly has a soft spot for both these boys which the girls tease her about immensely. Because this one time Even corrected her and the whole table just gasped and went into a dead silence, waiting for Sana to put him in his place buuuut instead she was like “Oh yes. Thank you. So anyway…” and they are just like OMG and now they laugh and go “Sana is a softie!” and Sana just glares and is like “I can make you all disappear.” 
  • And then Vilde omg I love Vilde + evak. I actually want to write a real drabble about this one day (I will when I finish the prompts and get a chapter out for each fic ahhh) so anyway this one is so funny because Isak and Even absolutely adore and love Vilde buuuut in completely different ways. So to Isak, Vilde is that super annoying little sister who is just like always there asking him things and telling him things and interrupting kissy time with his boyfriend and he is just like “oh my gawd Vilde I don’t care what dress you are wearing! Just cos I am dating a boy doesn’t mean I know fashion. gawd” And then she lectures him on his manners and he tells her to look in a mirror and she says I was gonna say the same to you but then I thought you would probably break it and they just totally bicker like siblings and it’s adorable. But then Even, oh Even he finds Vilde so endearing and sweet and he just wants to protect her and keep her happy and safe from the world. So this makes things awkward cos he is always like “Vilde join us to the movies tonight!” when she is complaining about having no plans and Isak is just like “ummm baby what the actual hell” because it always turns into Vilde rambling and Even listening politely while Isak is rolling his eyes and mumbling under his breath. He really does love her tho. Like if anyone actually hurt Vilde he would be the first to be like “I will defeat you with my muscles” and Even would be all “Isak you are the softest boy I know” and Isak is all “I am the master at fighting” and Even is just like “Okaaaaay sure Jan” 

Ahhh omg this is ridiculously long and probably not very good. I think I will try to make a better girl squad and evak headcanon in the future haha sorry for messing this up :( 

50 Thoughts While Watching BTS Spring Day MV

1. Taehyung and the slight trip he did while stepping off the platform just broke the internet.
2.The sound of the snow crunching is delicious!
3. Where can i get the bracelets on his arm?? Also smart to freeze your hands off and save your ears.
4. Jungkook you look beautiful *sighs*
5. Lol for a split second Kookie looked like Yugyeom istg
6. Who told Rap Monster he could be this soft??? These blue contacts!!!
7. Jimin is cancelling my future goals in life with that smile by the ocean.
8. Even the subs are in color! Ughh so much prettttyyyy.
9. The train dropped him off at the world’s smallest hotel.
10. Then Rap Monster ended back on the train…reasons
11. JUNGKOOK why are you looking so thoughtful?? Is it because you’re thinking about me? *hint hint*
12. I always knew Namjoon was royalty.
13. Lol let’s just throw random things at our leader in slow motion. At least Jin was throwing a pillow.
14. Neverending “Stairs” symbolizing i don’t know do I look like a psychologist to you?
15. There Jin goes always taking pictures.
16. Honestly they are all so beautiful that I’m dying.
18. The vocals are so sweet and pure help me.
19. Yoongi is brushing his teeth and I’m on the edge of my seat.
21. Tae is taking pics too. I hope my eyes weren’t closed.
22. I just want to point out that Jimin is eating Tostitos. THIS IS MARKETING PEOPLE!
23. That birthday cake is depressing.
24. Jin is wearing a sweater and shorts. The purpose of warmth is being defeated.
26. There is way too much to look at i am seriously overwhelmed by this entire MV.
27. My heart is tumbling like the clothes in the dryer.
30. (I should probably stop screaming)
31.Suga in this pink sweater and contacts shall be my ruin.
32. Can you die by aesthetics?? Is that possible??
33. I just want to touch the softness.
34. How do you get a ticket on this train? Is it like the polar express?
35. Jungkook has been at this abandoned fair deal all day in one spot, clearly he needs some milk or something.
36. You can’t sit on a moving train and throw a paper plane forward. It would fly backwards. #PHYSICS
37. Kookie finally left his window view and is now searching for his purpose.
38. Who am I kidding I don’t even care what any of this means.
39. The vocal line is so smooth like butter on the toast of my life.
40. AWH the squad just fell in line. Maknae life must be sweet.
41. *Starts humming Run under breath*
42. Yo did this turn into Inception or something? Did bro really just catch himself on the train??
43. This mountain of clothes is growing clearly wash day isn’t happening anymore.
44. Wait now everybody is on the train?? Darn you BigHit for always messing with my mind!!
45. All this slow motionnnnn gahhh
46. Slay them Hoseok freaking last
47. Where was this shot? It’s so beautiful!

Marauder’s: A Naughty Fiction (Part 5) SIRIUS’ POV

Requested?: No

Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.

Warnings?: Mentions of sex, fluff, mild language

Words: 1,947

A/N: I feel like at this point this is really becoming a series because if you haven’t read any of the other parts you won’t understand this one at all.


[Italics indicate dreaming]

“Sirius!” She moaned as I relentlessly pounded into her.

Her head, face first into the sheets, I was hitting it from behind. In the room all I heard were her moans and the intense sound of skin slapping. She began to tremble from under me, her legs shaking, the sound of my heart racing swelled in my ears. And suddenly I felt it, the burning sensation in my stomach, the tingle of my nose, I was about to… I reached my hand infront of her, beginning to rub  so she could get on sooner.

“Sirius!” She yelled, her voice deepening, sounding a little different.

I began to shake.

“Sirius, wake up!” She moaned again, catching me off guard, her voice sounding completely diff-

“Sirius, bloody hell, wake up already!” James yelled, shaking me vigorously.  

“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“Half past seven.”

“Shit.” I said, “Why didn’t you bloody wake me up!”

James rolled his eyes, walking away from me and grabbing his tie off my bedside table.

“I’ve been trying to,” He smirked. “But you wouldn’t stop moaning Y/N’s name.”

“Oi!” I yelled back at him, a smile plastered on my face now.

James pointed down to my now noticeable erection, “Better take care of that,” he said, and walked out of the room.

I sit in my bed staring at the ceiling for a second, trying to figure out how i’m going to take care of the growing problem in my pants.

“Fuck it.” I say, running off into the bathroom, headed for the shower.

The great hall was loud, so loud, much too loud for someone who had just woken up. I walked down the long aisleways toward my Gryffindor table, spotting Remus, Peter, and James.

“Morning,” I said, brushing my hair back. “Do I look okay?”

“Morning,” Remus said, “When do you not look okay?”

“He’s right mate, you could be beaten to a pulp and still look good.” He said, patting me on my shoulder, sitting down on the bench.

I looked around for her, she wasn’t in her usual place in front of, or next to me. My eyes wandered, until I spotted her clearly, she was sporting her red uniform which seemed oddly obscure next to the green one. The green one. He was tall and blonde, hovered over her tremendously. She had her hair wrapped around her finger, and him as well, twirling the long strand. She looked up at him intensely, and he stared right back, a slight flush coated his cheeks. A girl of that caliber is not meant to flirt with someone like him.

[This is what I picture young Lucius to look like]

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My heart sank deeply, it yearned for her. It was practically trying to break out of my chest and wrap itself around her. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight, her giggling at his jokes that probably weren’t funny, him leaning closer and closer to her as people busily walked around them. She always got along well with slytherins because her father was one and she grew up with them her whole life. I’m not surprised they aren’t prejudiced towards her because she wasn’t sorted along with them.

“You can tell just how much of a slytherin she is when she’s around them, can’t you?” Remus asked.

“True, she basically is one, just in a red uniform.” Added James.

“Who is that?” I asked, looking at the tall blonde boy.

“Who?” James replied.

“The one she’s talking to.” I said.

“Oh, that’s Lucius, Lucius Malfoy.”

I stared him down, the bloke wasn’t any better then me. Maybe she didn’t like him, maybe he liked her and she was just being nice. Then again, she wouldn’t waste her time with someone she didn’t like. She smiled goodbye, then went on her way, swaying her hips on the way back, making sure he saw. He sure did, his mouth practically watering, it made my blood boil.

“Morning!” She said cheerily, sitting down across from me and grabbing an apple from the center of the table, taking a big bite out of it.

“Morning.” We all said in unisense, me a little more monotone then the others.

“Thanks for the warm welcome.” She said jokingly, rolling her eyes, watching me with intent.

“How’d you sleep last night, Y/N/N?” Remus asked, looking up from his newspaper.

“Peachy,” She replied, taking another big bite. “What about you Sirius, how’d you sleep.”

James laughed loudly along with Remus and I stomped on their feet wildly, she stared at me with wide eyes.

“Swell.” I said, grabbing the apple from her hands, and biting into it.

“Hey, give me my apple!” She yelled, trying to rip it from my hands.

“What were you talking to Lucius about?” I asked, holding the apple behind my head.

“Bloody hell Sirius, give me my damn apple!” She yelled at me, her tiny fists grabbing at my forearms.

“Not until you tell me what you were talking about!” I retaliated.

“Jealous?” She asked smiling, cocking an eyebrow at me.

“Me jealous? No way…” I said, handing the apple back to her. “Just curious.”

She winked at me, then took another bite out of her apple.

She looked ethereal sitting there. Her skin was glistening, her cheeks had a hint of flush, her hair hung loosely in a ponytail, the ends upturned reflecting the sun off them, she always had a gleam in her eye, even if there wasn’t anything gleaming in the first place. She could be sitting in a pitch black room in the dead of night and still through all the darkness I could see the little gleam of light in her eyes.

“Sirius?” She said to me.

“Hm?” I asked, still entranced.

“This staring problem of yours has really gotten out of hand.”

It was halfway through the day and I still kept catching Y/N and Malfoy talking to each other during class and in between them. It was half past noon, just after lunch, and everyone loaded into our defense of the dark arts class. Luckily, it was all of us together, Me, Y/N, Remus, James, Peter and Lily, so we all had a relatively good time.

This year’s teacher was different than the last, and the last different from the one prior. Seemed each year someone new had to fill the position of the old, I assume teaching the class was much too tiring.

Y/N stood next to me, her arm brushing mine gently.

“Here,” She said. “You have something on your lip.” And wiped it off with her thumb, smiling.

I uncontrollably smiled back and blushed, then got angry at myself because I was supposed to be mad at her.

“The Boggart,” The teacher said suddenly, interrupting everyone’s conversations. “Is a truly, wondrous creature. Can anyone explain to me exactly what it does?”

Remus clears his throat.

“Shocker.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“A Boggart is a shapeshifter, and it shifts into a thing the witch or wizard threatening it is most afraid of.”

“Good, Remus.” The teacher says.

“The way you defeat it is by casting a spell upon it, which ultimately changes it into something humorous, taking the fear out of it completely.” Remus adds.

“Does anyone know what the spell is in which you use against it?”

Remus began to open his mouth.

“Other than Mr. Lupin.” The teacher said, casting him a glare.

Y/N suddenly speaks out from next to me.

“Riddikulus.” She croaks.

“Yes, Miss Y/N. Riddikulus.”

And one by one each person went up to cast the spell on the boggart which was hiding restlessly inside an old cupboard in the back of the classroom. Interestingly enough, our teacher made us all go up in groups depending on our houses, trying to see the distinct difference between everyone’s fears.

The slytherins were up first. Severus’ boggart shifted into james, and Malfoy’s shifted into himself, but lifeless, he pictured himself dead. After all the slytherins went it was our turn.

“Potter,” The teacher said. “You’re up.”

And from there James’ had shifted into a winning quidditch cup but for another house, Remus’ has shifted into a moon and clouds, Lily’s shifted into a spider, and then it was my turn.

I stepped up slowly. My wand shook in my hands because I already knew what mine was going to be, and how weak it would make me look.

“Maybe I should do this some other time.” I said to the teacher. They in return, just shooting me back a glare.

And suddenly it shifted, dust flying up around it, contorting into its desired shape.

Suddenly, there it was, my mother, looking at me with disgust. I rolled my eyes at the snickers I heard around me and held my wand up in front of her face.

“Riddikulus.” I muttered, yet she still stepped closer, unphased.

“Louder.” The teacher called.

“Riddikulus!” I shouted, and suddenly she stood before me with rat ears and a tail.

It was her turn, Y/N’s. I was actually quite anxious to see what hers was going to be, even though I’m almost certain it’s going to be her father.

She stepped up slowly, looking at the Boggart with fear in her eyes. Once again, it contorted, and flipped, and dust flew out from all sides, but suddenly there was… nothing. Where once my mother stood now was nothing, the boggart had disappeared. The whole room went silent. She looked at the emptiness, shocked.

“She broke it.” Someone muttered.

Yet she still stood staring at it. Suddenly, she began to walk backwards, slow at first, then ran out of the classroom in a flash.

I looked to Remus and he looked at me and suddenly I was right behind her, on her way down the hallway.

“Y/N!” I called, yelling to her as she walked into a supply closet.

“Y/N.” I said sadly, leaning in on the door, resting my ear on it.

“Go away, Sirius.” She sniffled.

“I’m not leaving until you open the door.”

And with that I heard a small popping noise, and I quickly pushed open the knob. She was sitting on the floor her knees to her chest.

“I don’t get it,” I said, crouching down in front of her.

She sat there quietly and stiff, I rested my hand on her head to comfort her. She relaxed into my touch.

“I’m fine.” She said.

I tilted my head and looked at her longingly, she definitely wasn’t fine.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, I have known you long enough to know when you’re fine and when you’re definitely not.”

She giggled a little and look up at me, her face slightly coated with tears.

“Don’t look at me,” she said. “I’m hideous!”

I laughed slightly and sat down right beside her, taking her head into my hands, wiping away the wetness with my thumbs.

“You’re much too pretty to cry.” I say.

She looks at me with big eyes, they swelled with tears. She leant up slowly and pressed her lips on mine, they were soft and swollen against my rough ones. I leant in a little, swiping my tongue against her bottom lip and she quickly welcomed me in. We pulled apart after a few seconds and she laid into me.

“This,” She said. “This is the exact opposite of what I was afraid of.”

She stayed quiet for a minute afterwards and rested her head into my chest, I drew circles slowly into her lower back, her legs draped over my lap.

I thought of it suddenly, and tightened my grip around her with my arms.

Her biggest fear is simply no one being there for her.

It’s really hard being bisexual when stuff like this happens, because even though you totally get it, that some people don’t understand and that that’s okay - it doesn’t necessarily come from meanness, just from a lack of education , it still hurts just as badly? As a bi person Emmerdale has been important to me and I’ve been really proud, but all this stuff coming up is just so concerning. I’m not getting at Danny Miller (because I think he was merely representing Aaron’s thoughts in a bit of a tactless way), but how worrying is it when one of the actors playing the gay character in this huge bi/gay soap super couple doesn’t seem to grasp the concept of bisexuality? Like what is the Emmerdale team doing? It doesn’t exactly fill me with confidence that they want to go forward and educate viewers about biphobia when pretty much all involved (with a few exceptions) still can’t even define bisexuality properly or even slightly grasp the bisexual experience. 

Just to clarify, it’s not Danny Miller which is the problem here. I watched the interview and to be honest the guy looked pissed off at this whole situation. The storyline clearly isn’t to his taste (same, Danny, same), and that causes me even more concern, because the actors know a little while in advance, right? Clearly at this current moment, Danny isn’t going wild over what we have to come. 

Not to mention that he’s expressing Aaron’s sentiments in this interview, which means that where we are now, Aaron STILL hasn’t been called out for his biphobia. I love that character with everything I have, but the show needs to point out that Aaron’s biphobia is unfounded, which they seem to be working really hard to do the opposite of right now. 

I have no objection to Robert being called a liar, because he is. Canonically. That stuff is fine, whether it’s comfortable to hear or not, it’s just that the fact that trait is getting mixed in with him being bi is incredibly toxic, and I’m worried the show isn’t making enough of an effort to counter that. Because they REALLY need to. They decided to make their serial cheat canonically bisexual. They have a responsibility to make 100% sure the viewers are able to understand that this character trait is not linked to his bisexuality. 

If they can’t get the cast to understand it, then god help us as viewers. This could set bi awareness/rep back years and I’m not even joking. Soaps have a huge impact on how people view social issues. If they do this bisexual thing badly then it’s going to effect bi people in society, even if it’s only in small ways. 

So concerned right now. It’s so incredibly vital that they pitch this right.

Submission: Re: the Hatake are literally insane

Got inspired to write a quick drabble at 12 in the morning. Of all the times. The prompt was just too tempting! 

“Dammit, Naruto! Tie his hands behind his back! He’s moving too much! Sasuke put more tape around his mask!” Sakura hissed as their silver-haired sensei wriggled from where they had temporarily tied him to a tree. The two boys hastily complied, knowing their tactics to hold their sensei back wouldn’t last long.

“It’s a good thing we brought duct tape along this time. Kami knows what would’ve happened if we had let him do his…flirting like last time,” Naruto sighed in relief, all the while shooting poisonous glares at Kakashi.

A simultaneous shudder crawled up the three genin’s spines. They definitely did not want to re-experience that one.

“What was his pick-up line again?” Sakura groaned.

“Roses are red, violets are blue, you handle swords well, will you handle me too?” Sasuke repeated the words verbatim, eyes haunted with the scene replaying in his mind.

“Stop it,” Naruto whined, plugging his ears, “You’re making me remember!”

“This enemy-nin just had to be good-looking, didn’t he?” Sakura hissed as tightened the ropes.

Kakashi sighed dreamily and nodded.

Sasuke glared at him, distaste showing visibly. “You’re crazy, sensei.”

The jounin tilted his head in thought before nodding in agreement yet again.

“This one’s kenjutsu was pretty good,” Naruto admitted grudgingly. 

“At least this one was decent-looking,” Sakura allows with a grimace, “Remember conquest number 24. She was..bleh.”

“Her henge wasn’t even convincing enough to make her prettier. Kakashi-sensei knew that and still chased after her. It was all about her Raiton jutsu.” Naruto replied wryly.

“I don’t even know why Jiji—I mean, Hokage-sama,” the blonde caught Sakura’s sharp glance,  “allows him to go on these missions. He falls right and left for the weirdest people, even if they’re blue or have horrible fashion taste,” Naruto sighed.

“Yeah, this perverted lecher-,” Sakura turned to look at their sensei, only to notice that the ropes were undone and the jounin clearly absent from the spot they tied him.

“Shit,” Sasuke hissed and the three genin shot up to their feet. “I thought you tied him well enough?”

“I did! I even took knotting classes to make sure I knew how to tie him down properly!” Sakura gritted her teeth, hands tightening into fists. 

“It’s okay Sakura-chan. We’ll find him,” Naruto smiled half-heartedly, “Hopefully.”

 "I call dibs on hitting him over the head and dragging him home,“ the pinkette growled. 

She stormed off and the two boys stared at each other and nodded. 

They would stay out of the way. Because a mad Sakura would murder them if they got in the way. 

Every Me And Every You - Thirty

Instead of going back to Spencer’s like you normally would, for once you went back to yours.

You didn’t have any clothes or toiletries at Reid’s, you hadn’t wanted to make things weird by leaving the odd thing at his so you always made sure you packed everything back up.

Spencer had been inside your apartment a few times before, but never inside your bedroom. You led him in there almost straight away, him looking around and taking in the room.

“So this is where you sleep… ” he commented.

You giggled, replying, “Generally.”

“And where other stuff happens?”


He sat down on your bed, kicking his shoes off.

“I’ll be right back okay. I’m just gonna go…. Erm, clean up again quickly. Do you want a drink or anything.”

“Just some water. Where have you put the things I bought you?”

“Top drawer, bedside cabinet.” You left the room as he moved to the drawer, you wondering what exactly he was planning.

Heading into your bathroom, you stripped your panties off and discarded them into the laundry hamper, filling the sink with warm soapy water. You couldn’t be bothered to shower again so you just ran a flannel between your legs, making sure to remove the last of the residue from earlier, feeling cleaner.

Leaving off your underwear, you pulled your dress back down and went back to your bedroom, grabbing two bottles of water as you went.

Spencer had lit the candles that you kept in the room and had turned off the over head light. The room was still light enough to be able to still clearly see, and you spotted him sitting on your bed, at the bottom end, leaning against the foot board. In front of him were two objects. 

Placing the water bottles on the bedside table, you turned.

“No,“ you told him, seeing the purple silicone object on your bedspread.

“Yes. I have strikes to cash in from before remember. I’m cashing them.”

He leant over slightly so that he could touch you, trailing his hand up your leg. “I have to say Snow, I like these sock like stocking things you’re wearing. You can leave them on. But the dress needs to come off.”

“The dress can come off. But I’m not doing it. If you want me to use it so badly, then you use it on me.”

He pulled at the hem of your dress, signalling for you to remove it. You did, remaining in just your bra, choker and socks.

“I will be, in a way. I’ll be telling you what to do. Now climb onto the bed and lie down.”

You hesitated.

“Y/N, call it if you really don’t want to. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to, I’d hope that you know that by now.”

You did, he was right. If you truly didn’t want to do this, you could tell him. It wasn’t like you didn’t get yourself off regularly anyway, you just always stuck to the outside. You guessed you could at least give it a try.

You crawled on the bed, discarding your bra as you went and lay down.

“Good girl.”

Spencer positioned himself so that he was lying across the foot of the bed, his head propped up on his hands. He had a very clear view.

“So we can’t just go straight in with it, we need to get you ready. I want you to start running your hands over your body, feeling yourself, touching yourself.” His voice was low and persuasive, sexy and soft but with a hint of assertiveness.

Letting your hands trail over your torso, you followed his instructions; tickling and teasing your skin with your fingertips, carresing the tops of your thighs, massaging your chest.

“Wet a finger and use it on your nipple, Y/N.”

Again you did as he asked, sucking a finger into your lips and swirling your tongue around it, before bringing your hand to your breast and using your slick finger to circle a nipple, teasing it, the sensation going straight to your core. You flicked lightly, then using your thumb and forefinger to tug and pinch, your lips parting.

“Let your other hand do what ever feels right now, Y/N.”

Okay so that wasn’t a very specific instruction so you did what you’d normally do. You let the other hand move to your groin, letting your hand dip between your thighs, spreading them. You flicked your eyes to Spencer, seeing him watching intently as you ran your hand over your centre, finding your clit and starting to circle it slowly, your other hand still on your breast.

He allowed you to work for a few minutes, gasps leaving your throat every so often.

“Feel inside yourself Snow, just allow one finger to slip in, feel how wet you are.”

Not thinking too much about what you were doing, you allowed your finger to drag down the centre of your lips, finding the opening and gently pushing inside yourself, only met with a small amount of resistance as you curled you wrist to allow for a better angle, feeling how wet you were.

“Think you can fit another one in there?”

You did as he asked, groaning a little as you wriggled two fingers inside yourself, the silky fluid of your arousal coating them as you spread your legs wider, feeling for that dimpled patched of flesh along your inner wall.

You moaned as your fingers pressed against it, gently pumping them, curling them on it and then retracting slightly, repeating the motion. Spencer moved on the bed, and you heard a soft squirting noise and the felt his hand on your wrist, pulling you away from yourself.

Stopping with both hands, you awaited his next instructions. He handed you the purple silicone sex toy, it slick with lubricant.

“Just run it around the outside to begin with Snow, drag it over your clit, your opening. Get used to it.” His voice was still low, almost a whisper.

You moved the toy over your outer lips, rubbing it over your sensitive nerve. You could feel the silicone give slightly when pressure was applied, but not much. For the most part it was robust.

“When you’re ready push the tip inside. You don’t have to go far. The majority of the sensitive nerve endings are in the first third of your vagina.”

Closing your eyes, you placed the toy against your entry and pushed gently.

Jesus, fuck.

This was much bigger than the two of your fingers together. It didn’t have the same feeling as when you were penetrated with an actual penis, it was different. Not bad different, just…. different.

“When you’re comfortable starting moving it. Just little thrusts, you can rock it back and forth rather than in and out, whatever feels best.” His voice was starting to crack and croak. He was turned on, you could recognise it, his breathing becoming heavier as he watched you.

Knowing you were arousing him gave you encouragement and you gripped the toy tightly, adjusting the angle slightly and moving it in and out.

“Fuck Snow. I’m rock hard watching you do this. This will be replayed in my brain for a long time.”

Opening your eyes you glanced to the end of the bed, seeing he was palming himself over his pants. Christ, that was hot.

You moaned at the visual, his hand stroking up and down over.

“You’re watching me Spencer… Oh…. Ugh…. Let me watch you. Please.” You thrust the toy a little deeper, it hitting against your g-spot.

“I give the instructions here Snow. But seeing as you asked so nicely….”

He unzipped his pants and pushed them and his briefs off and on to the floor, discarding his mismatched socks as he went. Removing his shirt so that he was completely nude, he resumed his position; placing his hand to his groin and gripping his length, he began to slowly stroke.

You pumped the toy harder, the tip moving against the sensitive flesh inside you, your breathing quickening. The toy was now covered with your own juices as well as the lubricant.

“Use your other hand Snow, play with your clit.”

Oh god… If you started with your clit again you’d be coming in no time, especially hearing the groans coming from Spencer as he watched you intently, his teeth grazing his lip as his pumped his cock.

You added in your other hand, rubbing against your throbbing nerve endings, daring to go that little bit deeper with the toy. Your hips lifted off the bed as light-headedness started to overtake you, the telltale tremble in your legs settling in.

Moving the object faster, back and forth, in and out, your fingertips working frantically on your clit, you started to come, moaning out Spencer’s name and stars bursting inside your head.

“Spencer…. Oh fuck….. Oh god…. Yes… Yes…. Ahhh…oh shit…. ”

You finished loudly and quickly, feeling quick movement from the foot of the bed, a hand grasping your wrists and pulling the toy from you.

“I need to be inside you.” Reid gave his explanation, adjusting himself between your thighs, pulling your socked legs up and over his shoulders as he pushed himself into your slit, filling you with an altogether different sensation.

Leaning forward onto his hands, he began his thrusts, the position you were in allowing him deep inside.

The orgasm you’d just finished reignited and your gasps and whines started back up again as you dragged your hands down his back.

No longer than sixty seconds and you were coming again, without any clitoral stimulation this time, the feeling different but still euphoric. The feeling of your walls tightening and clenching around him had Spencer coming moments later, lowering your legs and crashing on top of you when he done.

You lay there together panting, trying to catch your breaths.

“That was one of the most sexiest and beautiful things I’ve watched, Y/N. That is definitely happening again tonight. And yes, that is a command.”

“ ‘kay…. Break first. Dying here…. ”

He chuckled at you, planting a kiss on your breast and rolling off.

Handing you the water, he agreed. “ Break first.”