i made a better one but i can't be bothered to finish it ha

Slip Through Your Lips (Seventeen Preference)
  • (AN: based off a request I got asking how Seventeen would sound in bed. pretty nsfw; it sucks that they won't let you put chats under a cut??? so smut warning and if you don't like, don't read. -Tanisha<3)
  • S.Coups/Seungcheol: When it comes to moans/whimpers/etc, S.Coups would actually be fairly quiet. He'd more of a giver than a taker, and when he is receiving, he is more just heavy breaths and the very occasional deep groan. He saves that groan for when he's coming, probably with your name, and if you can get him to make noise otherwise it's a huge accomplishment. That and he's also a big dirty talker. I mean, he's got a gorgeous deep voice and he just loves the way you react to it and he would just dirty talk even if it was for himself.
  • Jeonghan: He just makes the absolute best sex noises. I've read some fics about the boys singing during and actually whatever noises he made would be so beautiful sounding that you might mistake them for song. Like he's just so perfect that this would bleed into every aspect of life. Even when he's getting head and there's right or wrong way to do that, he was just look so gorgeous and sound ten thousand times better. And the sound of your name being moaned off his lips would actually almost kill you because it sounds so good.
  • Joshua/Jisoo: Just imagine being on your knees in front of him and you're giving him so much pleasure it's almost painful and he's just on the verge of cumming when his mouth hangs open and his voice cracks when he lets out a heavy "Jesus Christ". I love the irony and it actually really suits him (and now I just can't get that out of my head). He has such a sweet, small voice that hearing him mutter filthy things ("you like that, babygirl?" or "God, you look so good on my cock.") would be a contrast that you would never get over. And hearing him swear over and over in that sweet voice - it would wreck you. (Cause just the thought wrecks me but that's off topic.)
  • Jun: He would also be another quiet one. He's so concentrated on you and not blowing his load early that he gets pretty quiet during sex. And he's so athletic (with all the dance and the martial arts) that it would take a lot to getting him panting or breathing heavily. But this doesn't really bother you much.
  • Hoshi/Soonyoung: This kid won't shut up during sex. We all know he's like sex wrapped up in a cheesy sweatband and sex would be all or nothing with him and it's never nothing. So he groans, moans, whimpers, panting, huffing; any imaginable or unimaginable human noise to make during sex will come out of his mouth. He gets so into the head space of sex and really lets himself get lost in you that he never ever holds himself back vocally.
  • Wonwoo: I find him so hard to peg. He could either be very quiet or surprise you and burst out the worst/best kind of dirty talk you've ever heard and have the moans of a porn star. He would probably feel like his moans need to be a show for you, so he might exaggerate them a little. That's not even a bad thing. He wants to let you know you're doing a good job and turning him on and he can do that with his dirty words and dirty, dirty sounds.
  • Woozi/Jihoon: Whimpers; he has those shaky little whimpers, especially because he desperately tries to hold himself back. He can be kind of a grump and he's got this well-established thing about pride, but when that first, tiny little whimper escapes him you know you've broken him. Then they slowly get louder and more intense and some of them even become high pitched moans, all mixed in with gusting breaths. During sex he breaths like someone who's trying not to sound out of breath; and it's actually incredibly sexy.
  • DK/Seokmin: Loves to bit his lip and kiss you to mask his noises. He indulges himself much more in your moans and prefers not to have the attention on himself. If anything he lets out that epic, finishing moan when he's orgasming and it cracks his voice and shudders in the best way.
  • Mingyu: This motherfucker is a groaner. He groans full and deep and lets it rumble through his chest so you can see it and feel it and hear it so clear and just let it fuck you up. He doesn't shy away from making noise, and it's deep and manly and always serves to turn you on.
  • The8/Minghao: A giant puppy and kind of hard for me to imagine in terms of sex; if anything, he got gasps down pat. Whatever you do in bed either takes him by surprise or just leaves him breathless and this results in a lot of pitchy gasps, mixed with your name and maybe he would even surprise you with some swears. I feel like he'd also be a lip-biter, trying to hold his sounds back because he would shy of them.
  • Seungkwan: An amazing moaner; he has the most beautiful voice and when he really gets into holding music notes, it sounds like just pure sex moans. He moans so nicely during sex that he could make a living doing audio porn. All nice and low and raspy. Sometimes higher pitched, ending in gasps. And he's not really a dirty-talker, but he's incredibly bossy during sex, and not afraid to tell his partner what he wants from them and exactly how, and this just comes out sounding like the best dirty talk of the century. I mean the sounds he makes during sex are anybody's wet dream.
  • Vernon/Hansol: his moans are perfect. He's another one with a sex voice; and when he gets in the bedroom he lets lust takeover every inch of his body and his mind gets completely hazed over. This means he reacts to everything you do, moaning and saying your name and swearing (we all know how much he loves his swears) at each little move you make. His voice is usually pretty worn out after sex, and toward his orgasm he gets the best rasp in his voice that's the biggest turn-on for you. You work to make that rasp worse each time and sometimes even put him out of commission for rapping the next day.
  • Dino/Chan: A lot of panting. Even though he dances he still not quite used to the full exertion of sex but he's still there with you the whole time and eager and excited for it. He asks a lot of questions - he needs to know if he's doing this right (even if he done it once or twice before) and if you like it and what you're thinking because your pleasure is the most important thing. He lets the occasional moan slip through, when his mind gets lost, and it's really embarrassed. Most of the time his mind is just far too busy during sex to let his body make noise.

anonymous asked:

I love to read how kalagang relationship would if they're not sensates can you write this prompt Someone gave me a fake phone number and it’s actually yours and if you can't its okay and I really enjoyed reading your drabbles thankyou

I also got another request from another anon for the same prompt:

“Omfg I saw ur reblog about thrilling au’s and I was wondering if you could do the “someone gave you a fake number and its mine” with kalagang pls and thank you”

First of all, thanks both of you for being so nice. :)  I’m glad you guys like my writing so much.  Also, holy shit this really isn’t a drabble anymore.  This became like 2500+ words.  I really don’t think I know how to do short AU fics lol.   Kala is working in Berlin in this AU because that made things easier for my brain.  Please accept any geographical errors, the only part of Germany I’ve ever visited was Munich.  (Also holy shit y’all, people are making bad decisions in this fic.  I do not advise doing what people do in this fic.  Like I made it fluffy, but IRL this is not a good idea lol.)

When Kala wakes up on Saturday morning, she finds a text from an unknown number on her phone.

Do you want to come to my place? (Received 3:02 AM)

She’s confused.  No one she knows would have messaged her at that hour.  Kala wakes up early to visit the local temple every morning, and she doesn’t keep that fact a secret.  Plus, her family is a million miles away.

Who is this? (Delivered 8:39 AM)

Unsurprisingly, she doesn’t receive a response right away.  If they were asking someone over at three in the morning, they’re probably in bed now, she reasons. Kala puts it out of her mind, choosing instead to get out of bed and concentrate on preparing for her day.

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Just Another Day

Character: Negan (The Walking Dead)

Word Count: 2,294

Prompt/Summary: ‘I love you’/Pre-Apocalypse AU domestic fluff; Negan’s daughter tells him something that happened at school, and adorable-ness ensues.

Warnings: None.

Written For: Ana’s 1K Follower Writing Challenge

Note: Shameless self insert; set in the same ‘universe’ as this fic I wrote a while back because I had a lot of fun writing that one. I might make like a little series of various one-shots involving this AU because I honestly love writing it.

Tagging: @such-a-common-girl, @negans-network, @jdms-network, @hawtdiggitynegan, @fuckinjdm (Want to be added to/removed from my taglist? Send me an ask!)

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anonymous asked:

if everyone had instagram how would yata react to finding fushimis profile and seeing his pictures??

Would Fushimi even bother to use Instagram, I feel like he’d find taking pictures and posting them pointless and a bother. Especially if say he gets roped into it because a bunch of the other alphabet boys have one and they want Fushimi to join too so he can see their pictures and Fushimi’s just like Hidaka I don’t give a shit about what you ate for lunch leave me alone. But then he gets coaxed into getting an account anyway and though he doesn’t post often he does occasionally post. He rarely makes any comments to go with his pictures and no matter how often the rest of the alphabet squad tries to engage him in conversation about it or get him to follow their Instagram accounts Fushimi never so much as comments.

So then say post-ROK Fushimi and Yata are in a relationship and living together. One day Fushimi comes home from work and he’s clearly sick but he even so he immediately opens up his laptop and keeps trying to work more, Yata pretty much has to bodily pry him away from it and toss him in the bed so he can rest and recover. Fushimi clicks his tongue and complains but he’s feeling dizzy and weak so he can’t resist much, curling up on the bed and falling asleep with his clothes still on. Yata figures he should go finish dinner at least, he can wrap up Fushimi’s portion in case Fushimi’s feeling better when he wakes up and wants something to eat. As Yata’s returning to the kitchen he notices that Fushimi left his laptop on and Yata figures he may as well as least shut it down for now while Fushimi’s sleeping, even though Fushimi’s always telling Yata not to touch his laptop because Fushimi is convinced that Yata will destroy it somehow. Yata’s like okay I’m just gonna close it, there’s no way I could break it just doing that, but as he’s reaching for the laptop his eyes focus on the image on the screen. As it happens Fushimi wasn’t working when Yata pulled him away, he was finishing something else instead, and right there on Instagram is a picture of Yata himself, fast asleep with his hair a little tousled and his face peaceful, and a hand that’s unmistakeably Fushimi’s brushing gently against his cheek.

For a second Yata’s like what the fuck why is there a picture of me here and then he realizes that it’s Instagram and that the account has Fushimi’s name on it. The only caption on the picture is ‘Misaki’ and it looks like Fushimi only just uploaded it so Yata figures it must have been pretty recent. He’s kinda surprised to see Fushimi even has an Instagram and he can’t deny that he’s super curious about what other pictures are on there. Yata finds himself sitting down in front of the laptop and sorting through Fushimi’s gallery. The thing Yata starts to realize looking at Fushimi’s pictures is that there’s like a distinct progression the further back he goes, like Yata decides to scroll until he gets to the first picture in the gallery and then go forward from there and the very first picture is one taken from some months prior to S1, just a picture of an empty sky and for some reason Yata feels his throat getting tight looking at it. The early pictures are all like that, almost all pictures of scenery and they all look so wide and empty to Yata, like Fushimi just wanted to focus on something hollower than himself. Also mixed in with the sky pictures are occasional little flashes of someone that Yata can only recognize as himself, seen usually from a distance or in motion – a quick flash of red hair off to one side of the photo, a blurred figure skateboarding from across the street and barely seen. There’s also one picture of a darkened night sky and red lights hovering in the air and there’s a distinct air of melancholy about it that makes Yata’s stomach twist a little, remembering that night. The only caption for that photo is ‘he’s dead.’

Then Yata starts to get to the more recent stuff and suddenly he can see how color is slowly seeping into Fushimi’s dull world. There’s more pictures of the alphabet boys at first, Akiyama smiling and holding out a teacup, Gotou and Hidaka laughing in a corner, Benzai looking furtive as he reaches to pet Kuro the cat. And then suddenly there are all these pictures of Yata: Yata smiling to himself as he cooks dinner, Yata asleep on the couch, Yata with an angry posture as he plays a video game, just so many pictures of Yata looking happy and content and all Yata can imagine now is Fushimi sitting there on the couch behind him watching fascinated as Yata cooks dinner, Fushimi lying next to him on the couch and staring at his sleeping face, Fushimi smiling in amusement as Yata curses at another video game. Just all these little moments that Fushimi clearly wanted to capture and hold onto, and suddenly Yata finds himself wiping tears from his eyes and smiling like an idiot because it just makes him so happy, seeing how far Fushimi’s come and how far their relationship has progressed.


characters: Arme Thaumaturgy, Erbluhen Emotion (+ Apostasia)
pairing: ^
words: 873
summary: (college!au) Arme takes care of a sick, clingy Erblu.

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'Frozen' Starter Sentences
  • "Beware the frozen heart."
  • "The skies awake, so I'm awake!"
  • "Do you wanna build a snowman?"
  • "The heart is not so easily changed."
  • "There is beauty in it....but also great danger."
  • "Fear will be your enemy."
  • "Come on let's go and play."
  • "I never see you anymore."
  • "We used to be best buddies."
  • "I wish you would tell me why!"
  • "It doesn't have to be a snowman."
  • "Conceal it, don't feel it. Don't let it show."
  • "I think some company is overdue, I've started talking to the pictures on the walls."
  • "I don't want to hurt you!"
  • "______ please, I know you're in there."
  • "People have been asking where you're been."
  • "They say have courage and I'm trying to."
  • "I'm right out here for you, just let me in."
  • "We only have each other."
  • "What are we gonna do?"
  • "Why have a ballroom with no balls?"
  • "There'll be actual real live people, it'll be totally strange."
  • "Wow am I so ready for this change."
  • "For the first time in forever, there'll be music, there'll be light."
  • "Don't know if I'm elated or gassy, but I'm somewhere in that zone."
  • "For the first time in forever, I won't be alone."
  • "I can't wait to meet everyone!"
  • "What if I meet the one?"
  • "I suddenly see him standing there, a beautiful stranger, tall and fair."
  • "I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face."
  • "Which is totally bizarre."
  • "Nothing like the life I've led so far."
  • "For the first time in forever, I could be noticed by someone."
  • "And I know it's totally crazy."
  • "At least I've got a chance."
  • "Don't let them in, don't let them see."
  • "Be the good girl you always have to be."
  • "Make one wrong move and everyone will know."
  • "But it's only for today."
  • "It's agony to wait."
  • "A chance to change my lonely world."
  • "A chance to find true love."
  • "Nothing's in my way."
  • "I'm awkward, you're gorgeous."
  • "Wait, what?"
  • "Like the chicken with the face of a monkey!"
  • "Your physique helps, I'm sure."
  • "Can I just say something crazy?"
  • "I love crazy!"
  • "I've been searching my whole life to find my own place."
  • "It's nothing like I've ever known before."
  • "Love is an open door."
  • "I mean it's crazy, we finish each others-"
  • "Sandwiches!"
  • "That's what I was gonna say!"
  • "I've never met someone who thinks so much like me."
  • "Jinx! Jinx again!"
  • "You and I were just meant to be."
  • "Say goodbye to the pain of the past."
  • "Can I say something crazy? Will you marry me?"
  • "Can I say something even crazier? Yes!"
  • "I'm sorry, I'm confused."
  • "May I talk to you please? Alone?"
  • "You can't marr someone you just met!"
  • You can if it's true love!"
  • "Oh, _____, what do you know about true love?"
  • "All you know is how to shut people out."
  • "I can't live like this anymore!"
  • "Why do you shut me out? Why do you shut the world out?"
  • "What are you so afraid of?!"
  • "I'm completely ordinary!"
  • "She/he would never hurt me."
  • "A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I'm the queen."
  • "Couldn't keep it in, heaven knows I tried."
  • "Don't let them know? Well know they know!"
  • "Let it go."
  • "Can't hold it back anymore."
  • "I don't care what they're going to say."
  • The cold never bothered me anyway."
  • "You'll never see me cry."
  • "Here I stand, and here I'll stay."
  • "I'm never going back."
  • "The past is in the past."
  • "That perfect girl/guy is gone."
  • "She/he's a stinker."
  • "Snow. It had to be snow."
  • "Ooh, and sauna!"
  • "Hoo-hoo!"
  • "Big summer blowout!"
  • "Now back up, while I deal with this crook here."
  • "Reindeers are better than people."
  • "Yeah, people will beat you and curse you and cheat you."
  • "Everyone of them's bad, except you."
  • "But people smell better than reindeers."
  • "That's once again true, for all except you."
  • "We leave now, right now."
  • "Hold on, we like to go fast!"
  • "Wait, you got engaged to someone you just met that?!"
  • Didn't your parents ever warn you about strangers?"
  • "Foot size doesn't matter."
  • "What if you hate the way he picks his nose? And eats it."
  • "All men do it."
  • "Are you some sort of love expert?"
  • "Because I don't trust your judgement."
  • "Who marries a man she just met?!"
  • "It's true love!"
  • "You almost set me on fire!"
  • "But I just paid it off."
  • "I understand if you don't want to help me anymore."
  • "This whole thing has ruined me for helping anyone else."
  • "Sometimes I really don't like you."
  • "No, not yellow. Yellow and snow? No go."
  • "You're creepy."
  • "It's just a head!"
  • "Why are you hanging off the earth like a bat?"
  • "Hi, I'm ____ and I like warm hugs."
  • "Who's the funky looking reindeer over there?"
  • "I don't know why, but I've always loved the idea of summer."
  • "I'm guessing you don't have much experience with heat."
  • "Sometimes I like to imagine what it will be like when summer does come."
  • "The hot and the cold are both so intense, put them together it just makes sense."
  • "Winter's a good time to stay in and cuddle."
  • "I'm gonna tell him."
  • "Don't you dare!"
  • "Somebody's gotta tell him."
  • "Oh look at that, I've been impaled."
  • "I wouldn't put your foot there. Or there."
  • "Nobody wants to be alone. Except maybe you."
  • "That was like a crazy trust exercise."
  • "I'm gonna cry."
  • "Go ahead, I won't judge."
  • "Do you think she knows how to knock?"
  • "It opened! That's a first."
  • "It's a palace made of ice! Ice is my life!"
  • "Please don't shut me out again."
  • "Please don't slam the door."
  • "You don't have to keep your distance anymore."
  • "I will be right here."
  • "You mean well, but leave me be."
  • "Just stay away, and you'll be safe from me."
  • "I'm such a fool, I can't be free."
  • "We can face this thing together."
  • "What power do you have to stop me?"
  • 'It is not nice to throw people!"
  • "Don't talk to him like that."
  • "My hair? Look at your hair!"
  • "You hesitated."
  • "I like to consider myself a love expert."
  • "Take off your clothes!"
  • "Why are you holding back from such a man/woman?"
  • "So he's got a few flaws."
  • "You can fix this fixer upper with a little bit of love."
  • "He only likes to tinkle in the woods."
  • "She/he's engaged to someone else, okay?"
  • "Only an act of true love can thaw a frozen heart."
  • "Don't be the monster they fear you are."
  • "Oh, ______ if only there was someone out there who loved you."
  • "Love is putting someone elses needs before yours."
  • "Some people are worth melting for."
  • "The only frozen heart around here is yours."
  • "I could kiss you! Well, I'd like to. May we? May I? Wait, what?"

Summary: In the Heads’ Office after classes, Lily and James distract each other from getting their work done. Some pre-relationship flirty fluff. (x)

They were sitting in the Heads’ Office, Lily looking over the patrol schedule and James finishing off some Charms homework. It was three weeks into term and they had just began to figure out a routine that worked for the both of them: Wednesday night, after Defense Against the Dark Arts, they sat in the Heads Office and traded off, one doing patrol schedules and the other working on assignments and then, half an hour later, they switched.

Lily glanced at the watch on James’ wrist. Five minutes until it was his problem sorting out these schedules. She was just wondering if she could stall for that long and make him fit Macy Adler into the damn schedule since she had Quidditch practice for Ravenclaw every damn night when James loudly scratched something out on his parchment with a strangled growl.

“Charms trouble?” Lily asked with a smirk. She pushed the parchment away from her and looked over at James, silently thanking him for the distraction.  

“No, just… I can’t concentrate. Need help on patrols?” He asked, nodding his head towards the parchment.

 “Um, yeah… I’m having trouble with Macy—“

“Put her on Tuesdays.”

“She’s got Quidditch everyday.”

James barked a laugh. “That’s a damn lie. You can’t book the pitch everyday. I’ve tried.”

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anonymous asked:

Yes hello I have a question (after finishing both the KNB manga/anime) and I was hoping you could answer for me? Why do people like Hanamiya Makoto like this is a question that has been plaguing me ever since I finished the series ?_? and has kept me up all night because I can't see wHY he didn't redeem himself in any way ? ???? ? I'm honestly just super confused as to why he was so popular (/; o ;)/ pls help

Hanamiya Makoto is a very complicated case indeed.

If I’m to be honest with you, I completely loathed him when I first watched knb. ‘Who the hell hurts other just for the heck of it? Why do you have so much hate in your heart?’ were my first thoughts.

But see, there’s so much more to Hanamiya than that.

I believe people in the fandom like him because of one (or both) of these:
1. You like the asshole type
2. He ends up growing on you

In my case it’s the second one, though I’m constantly stuck between HaNAHmiya and HanamiYEAH.

Hanamiya’s one of the most well written and complex characters Fujimaki’s created, in my opinion. There’s a lot more to the genius Uncrowned General than meets the eye, though it’s not easy to see that.

At first glance, he’s an arrogant and clever second year whose pleasure is to hurt people and see their dreams shattered in front of their eyes. Whether this is all true or not, maybe not even Fujimaki knows, but let’s speculate some. Let’s talk about some of the things that most fascinate me.

- He can’t handle fresh people - people who have such a positive look on life and are always thinking positive. Now, this could be for a number of things. Maybe he just doesn’t like people like that; maybe something happened for him to hate people like that. Fact is, he does, and my personal headcanon is that this has to do with his mother. It’s said in his Kurofes that he lives with only his mother, who I assume is very kind and has a gentle soul. I like to think Hanamiya’s dad is quite similar to him, but he left his mother when they first found out she was pregnant - maybe because he didn’t want a son, maybe because he couldn’t be bothered, maybe because he was scared. So his mother had to raise a child on her own, and that couldn’t have possibly have been easy. Couple that with the fact she wasn’t exactly rich in the first place and you’d have a very hard life. Regardless, Makoto’s mom made sure to always make him feel loved and wanted and that he slept in a bed with his tummy full of food.

Now this is the point I wanted to get at: this is part of the reason why Hanamiya can’t handle fresh people. People like his mom, who are always kind and smiley no matter how shitty the situation is, piss him off. He’s subconsciously angry for both him and his mother; angry at his father and what he made his mom go through; angry at her for simply accepting it and perhaps even angry at himself. Then there’s Kiyoshi, someone who’s very similar to his mother, and who is also willing to sacrifice himself for his precious ones; perhaps this is why he’s set his eyes on Kiyoshi and wants to see him suffer, wants to wipe that smile off his face and show him there is nothing to be happy about in this world.

- His motto is: “birds of a feather flock together”. This could mean a number of things, good and bad. Maybe the meaning we should focus on is that similar things attract each other, just as a good thing will follow another good thing and a bad thing will follow another bad thing. It could mean that good things won’t happen just because you want them to, and that if things are bad now they’ll only continue to be bad.

We could apply this sentence to people, as well, in a more literal sense. It means similar stereotypes/ people with similar interests and personalities will stick together and very rarely will they hang out with someone different. Perhaps we could use this as a way to justify the energy of one team as a whole. For example: Kirisaki Daichii is a team that consists of similarly ‘badass’ people, who aren’t afraid to hurt people to get what they want - they could be the bad ones. Kaijo is a very intense team but whose members surprisingly get along very well - they are the neutral good. Seirin is also an intense team, but it’s got people like Kuroko to give it a nice balance - they would be the good ones. I’m not sure if what I’m saying is making sense, but what I mean to say is that all the teams get along very well because of their personalities, and the members may not get along as well in other teams.

- He’s very clever, but doesn’t rub it in people’s faces. Hanamiya is considered a genius amongst geniuses, and that is no easy feat. Despite that, he is not interested in rubbing it in other people’s faces or show off. He uses his intelligence wherever he sees fit, and that’s it. Another one of my headcanons is that this is how he got into Kirisaki Daichii - through a scholarship. It’s a private school, and since him and his mother were never rich, he could have never study there if he wasn’t smart. Makoto is the type of guy to think ahead of people, so he might have already planned to try to get a scholarship in a good school, but a major part of his decision was taken when his mother confessed to him she wished she could pay for a better education for him.

My grandma once told me that “smart is the one who pretends to be a fool”, and Hanamiya may just be doing that. He doesn’t show off his genius intelligence, so people don’t actually know what he’s capable of and let their guards down - and that’s when he strikes. That’s honestly terrifying, and I’m sure he has the patience to plan calmly and let things play out at their own pace.

In conclusion: to me, Hanamiya’s beauty isn’t in what he is, but rather what he could be. As I said numerous times, 90% of what I said are personal headcanons and speculations. He’s such an interesting character and I truly wish we could learn more about him. They show so little of him that the fandom thinks he’s just supposed to be an antagonist, but I’m sure there’s a lot more to him than that.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you could write something where Remus is having a really bad day like he's just feeling really down and is really cranky and doesn't want to be bothered but Sirius won't leave him alone because he can't stand seeing him upset and it's just really fluffy and cute pleeaaaassseeeee

Remus had had one hell of a day and it was only 10:30. His first class had been at eight in the morning and it had been terrible getting out of bed and dragging himself up to campus on such a cold November morning. It had snowed the night before, leaving the sidewalks covered in slush and dirt. It had seeped into Remus’ trousers and made him extremely uncomfortable. The icy wind had whipped at his face, stinging and making his eyes water against the cold. He’d pulled his scarf up to his nose but it barely helped.  

Then in his lecture there had been a pop quiz that Remus was fairly certain he’d botched. He was just absolutely miserable and could not face the rest of the day. He decided to go back home and skip his other two lectures. 

He was banging around the kitchen trying to make himself a cup of tea. It was the only thing that was going to save him from this awful morning. 

Sirius appeared in the kitchen doorway, their hair mussed from sleep and wearing just pants and an oversized t-shirt.His first lecture wasn’t until noon so he were able to sleep in, the lucky bastard.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sirius asked, rubbing his eyes.

“Nothing,” Remus said, knowing Sirius didn’t believe him for a second. “Just making a pot of tea.”

Sirius padded into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around Remus, resting his chin on Remus’ shoulder. “Tell me what’s wrong, Moony. Spill it.”

“Nothing is wrong.” Remus said through gritted teeth. “Leave me alone, Sirius.”

“No,” Sirius said stubbornly, holding onto Remus even tighter. “You’re upset and you’re going to tell me why.”

“It’s stupid, okay?” Remus said, hoping that would be the end of it. He tried to shove Sirius’ off but Sirius clung to him like an octopus.

“It’s not stupid if it has you this upset!” Sirius insisted, lifting his face up and nuzzling Remus affectionately. “Tell me.”

“It was just a horrible morning,” Remus responded with a heavy sigh. “Just real rubbish.”

Sirius nodded and began tugging Remus towards the bedroom. Remus protested, digging his heels into the floor. “The tea!”

“Leave it,” Sirius said, dragging him towards their bedroom. He quickly stripped Remus down to his pants, peeling his wet clothes off, and then pushing him gently onto the bed. It was still warm from Sirius sleeping and Remus sunk into the inviting heat happily. “Better?”

“Yeah,” Remus said, burying his face in the pillow.

Sirius chuckled lightly and went back to the kitchen. Remus dozed lightly to the sounds of Sirius making tea in the other room. Their flat wasn’t that big and you could hear most things going on from any room in the house.

Sirius came back, carefully cradling a cup of tea in his hands. He placed it on the bedside table and then crawled into bed. “I love you,” he said softly, pressing kissing along Remus’ spine. “You’re not allowed to be upset, Moony. Not if I can help it.”

“You can’t always help it,” Remus responded, turning his face to look at Sirius. “You can’t always fix everything in my life, Sirius.”

“I can try,” Sirius said, smiling fondly at Remus. He wiggled under the covers and curled his limbs around his boyfriend, hugging him. Sirius’ skin was warm from sleep, comfortable against Remus who still felt the cold down to his bones. 

“Can we stay here?” Remus asked, tracing the tattoos on Sirius’ chest - the constellations and symbols that made up a lifetime. “Don’t go to your classes today, please?”

He brought his fingers down and traced the initials on Sirius’ hip, RJL, making Sirius shiver. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Remus smiled and kissed Sirius tenderly. “I love you,” Remus said, gently tucking Sirius’ hair behind his ear. 

Sirius smiled. “Drink your tea before it gets cold.” 

Remus sat up and gently took the steaming cup off the nightstand. It was perfect, just a splash of milk and two sugars, and warm going down his throat. Sirius shifted about so that his head was on Remus’ lap, sighing contentedly. Remus grinned and used his free hand to pet Sirius’ hair. 

“If it was up to me,” Sirius said softly. “You’d have nothing but good days.”

Remus chuckled and sipped his tea. “Unfortunately, winter doesn’t agree with me much.”

Sirius hummed in agreement. “We’re about due for your yearly month long cold.”

Remus groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

“I like when you have a cold,” Sirius admitted, rubbing his fingers over Remus’ thigh. “You never let me take care of you unless you get a cold.”

“That’s because you’re usually the one who needs caring,” Remus teased, finishing up his tea and placing it back on the table. 

“That’s not true,” Sirius huffed indignantly. 

Remus slipped down in the bed, rearranging them so Sirius’ head was resting on his chest. “I like taking care of you,” he confessed, kissing the top of Sirius’ head. “I like being needed by someone.”

“I like that too,” Sirius said, putting his arm over Remus’ torso. “But you always want to do everything on your own.”

Remus closed his eyes and considered it for a moment. Perhaps he had a point. Remus had grown up being a sickly kid and always felt like a huge burden on his parents who had always had trouble paying his medical bills. Remus spent most of his childhood in and out of hospitals. Now that he was older and less prone to illness, he tried not to show any weakness to anyone. He didn’t want anyone to be responsible for him.

“I’ll try and be better about that,” he said, rubbing his hand up and down Sirius’ back soothingly. “Let you take care of me sometimes.”

“Really?” Sirius asked excitedly.

“If it’ll make you happy,” Remus said, tugging Sirius up into a kiss. “I’d do anything to make you happy because you make me so ridiculously, outrageously happy.” 

Sirius beamed at him and kissed him again. “I’m happy too,” Sirius informed him. “With you. I don’t want you to think I’m not happy. I just don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t tell me something.”

Remus nodded. “I’ll tell you all the things, I promise.”

Sirius laughed. “Good. So the plan is we stay in bed all day, then?”

“As long as you don’t mind,” Remus said, pressing a kiss to Sirius’ temple.

“I don’t mind, Moony,” Sirius answered, snuggling up against him. “I don’t mind at all.”

(Makoto/Gou) Going Home

Lemon? (Yes it is)

“That could’ve gone better.” Gou groaned, leaning back in her seat.

“Well we can be glad that it’s all over now.” Makoto smiled, “I don’t think I can take another day alone with Rin.”

Gou gave him a smile, knowing how difficult her brother could be when he wanted, and the fact that Makoto was alone with him for five days without her, or her mom there to stop Rin from going overboard. This told her so much about the patience her fiancé held within him.

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Where Did We Go Wrong? (Luke imagine)
  • Perfect. Everything was absolutely perfect. Nothing could possibly go wrong- or so you thought. Dating Luke was nothing but smiles at first, but now, now it was a totally different story. He was a completely different person from when you first met. He would come home later every night, never telling where he had disappeared to. Not to mention, when he was home, he never acknowledged you, not even the slightest glance in your direction. As much as you hated to admit, Luke changed, and you didn't know if he would ever be the same again.
  • <br><br>. . . .
  • <br><br>One morning, you were drinking your daily cup of coffee when Luke stumbled in, clearly hungover. You rolled your eyes, and chose to ignore him, done trying to fix something beyond repair. You decided to text your friend, asking her if she was busy and if she wanted to hang-out. She replied quickly with a short, "yes." You placed your mug in the sink, still avoiding Luke, who was searching for pain-killers.
  • You ran up the stairs two at a time, soon arriving at your shared bedroom. Taking a quick shower, you couldn't help but think about Luke. What happened? Did he still love you? Does he want to break-up with you? Shaking your head, you got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around yourself. After dressing yourself and applying make-up, you walked downstairs.
  • Luke was seated at the dinner table, not even looking up when you arrived. Why would he? You grabbed your keys and your phone then left the apartment-not saying a word to Luke about where you were going. Not that it mattered to him, anyways, he hates you, you were sure of it. For some odd reason, though, it didn't bother you.
  • While out shopping with your friend, you managed to keep your mind off Luke. She told you Luke wasn't worth your time and that you deserved much better. You began to believe her, and came up with an idea. You were going to leave Luke. Simply pack your belongings and go. He would be out all day, doing God knows who, so it was perfect. It was clear he didn't care if you left or not, you saw that this morning when you left for the mall. Leaving Luke wasn't something you thought you would have to do, but you had to- before you got deeper in the hole than you already were.
  • <br><br>-
  • <br><br>Arriving back at your apartment, you went straight upstairs with your friend following behind. You began packing your clothes into boxes while your friend packed everything else. She tried to comfort you, but in all honesty, you didn't need it. You were ready to forget about Luke as he has with you and go on with your life.
  • You finished packing, not leaving a trace of you behind. Not any pictures you hung up, any clothing, nothing- not even a letter telling where you ran to. It wasn't important, Luke will get over you easily- if he hasn't already moved on that is.
  • You took in one last look at the place that used to hold so many memories. Everything from late night cuddles to movie nights on the weekends. That's all they were now, is little memories from a perfect life long ago. You shook your head as your friend put her hand on your shoulder. You looked at her and nodded, showing her that you were ready to go. Ready to live a life without Luke and simply be another woman in his life.
  • <br><br>Luke's P.O.V
  • <br>After another night out, I decide it's time to go home. Flashbacks from tonight play in my head over and over as I drive home. She was beautiful, but there was something wrong, something that wasn't quite right.
  • As I pull up to the driveway I feel something wrong.I push off the feeling as I walk up to the front door and push my key in.
  • Right when the door closes behind me, I am hit with the extreme feeling of emptiness. I make my way to the kitchen and there on the counter is a pair of keys. The keys to the apartment to be exact. What is going on? She never leaves her keys in the kitchen, they're always in her purse. The emptiness on my chest grows as I get closer to the bedroom. I pause at the door and take a deep breath before proceeding to open it.
  • Opening the door, I am left to see an empty bed. That's when the weight on my chest is unbearable. The apartment is like a ghost town- I feel half alive. The walls are stripped bare of all of her pictures, the closet only filled with my clothes, and her half of the bathroom naked. Where did she go? She couldn't have just left, she loves me- doesn't she?
  • I begin to freak out so I decide to call her, only to be disappointed to be greeted with her voicemail. I call her once again and much to my surprise, she picks up.
  • "Is this some kind of sick joke?" I retort.
  • "Does it sound like I'm laughing, Luke?" She whispers, her voice broken.
  • "Why did you leave? Sweetheart, you can't leave, come back." I plead her.
  • She sighs and replies,"Luke, you're never home and when you are, you completely ignore me. You've made it pretty obvious that you don't love me anymore, I've seen the love bites. Don't assume that I'm that clueless, Luke. I know that you've changed and you would rather have one night stands than an actual girlfriend. So I left before I could get more hurt than I already am."
  • "I do love you, though baby."
  • She laughs, but not her genuine, happy laugh, but rather a bitter one. "You sure do have a weird way of showing it, don't you?"
  • "Baby, come home please."
  • "No Luke, you should've thought about the consequence before you made your decision."
  • "Don't you love me?"
  • "I do Luke, I really do, but it's obvious you don't love me anymore. If you did you would try to spend time with me, or tell me where you've been all night. I mean, how can you love someone if you don't even look at them? Where did we go wrong, Luke?" I didn't know how to respond, so she took it as a cue to continue. "Luke, I don't know what's been going on with you. You say you love me, but I know you honestly don't. Which is exactly why you've been with other girls every night. It's fine though, really. I guess we weren't meant to be. You'll move on and so will I, you just have to let me go. This is for the best, Luke, and you know it."
  • "Give me one more chance."
  • "I've given you too many, and you've wasted them all, Luke."
  • "Just one more is all I need, (y/n). I'll show you what you really mean to me. Just please, don't leave me. I can't live without you, babe. I love you. I love you, baby, and only you."
  • "I'm sorry, Luke, but you're much too late. Goodbye."
  • The line went silence and Luke broke down. Uncontrollable sobs were leaving his mouth as he just realized he made the biggest mistake of his life. He let his sunshine, his world, his everything leave him forever, and he didn't even try to get her back before it was too late. He couldn't help but think about what she said, where did they go wrong?
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  • Hey sweethearts! This is my first imagine and I'm very proud of it. I would love your feed back on it, too. Part two? Thanks for reading! Ilysm.~Emily

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Gail can’t actually believe it herself - but here she was - awake at the crack of dawn.

Ok this Nerd is really testing me.

It’s barely light - the sun was slowly creeping up  - and she would have assumed that players usually rested before important games, but here Holly was, with a few other girls - all of whom were practicing for their big day. Gail had known about Holly’s whereabouts as the brunette had texted her the night before - saying she was going to need her sleep as she had an early day ahead of her. And Gail just pieced the rest of it together.

It’s just practice, Gail could have just made it back later to the bleachers to watch the game, but she doesn’t want to do that. Besides - she could sleep any hour of the day. Watching Holly play soccer was a rarer treat. So, she’s sitting there - watching Holly stretch and lunge and fool about - and Gail’s pretty grateful she’s all alone because she’s drooling so much. She knows Holly can see her, but she doesn’t care anymore. Gail can’t truly wrap her head around how much this woman had affected her. She was perfectly fine few weeks ago - and now here she was - not asleep at dawn, drooling over a hot brunette who under normal circumstances wouldn’t even give her the time of the day.

The players practice about for an hour - till their coach - this big strapping man hollers them in to get ready for crunch time. Gail’s in two minds about heading to the locker rooms this time - she knows the other girls would be there and she isn’t sure of how Holly was going to treat her there. Then again - she’s Gail Peck - no bunch of Jocks are going to make her change her mind. Then - perhaps Holly would mind? So, by the time Gail does venture down to the locker rooms, only a few girls are there, with Holly of course.

She’s changed from the tracks she had been wearing in the morning to her soccer gear - a bright green jersey and shorts, and she’s lacing up her cleats in this crazy criss-cross fashion Gail’s never noticed before, looping them roughly a thousand times before actually lacing them up. Gail has to swallow a chuckle seeing Holly, Grade-A nerd, giving in to pre-game superstitions.

‘Good Luck Charm, Nerd?’ Gail casually asks, sitting down next to Holly who probably lost count at the 27th loop.

'Can’t make any stupid mistakes like yesterday.’ Holly replies, not looking up from the shoes, starting over again. Gail can’t do much but sit in silence as Holly goes over her elaborate process all over again, finally lacing up tight. Gail does scan the room quickly for any dirty looks from the players, but all of them seem to be caught up in their own superstitions.

Gail’s pretty amused at the sight of Holly who undoes her shoes yet again and starts tying them up.

After about ten minutes in silence after Holly is done pouring over her shoes, she seems to be satisfied with them. Finally taking a deep breath, she gets up and makes sure everything’s in order.

Is it bad luck to wish a person good luck here?

'It’s gonna be a hot day so - hope you’ve had enough water.’ Gail begins, standing up. That was probably an awkward thing to say, but she didn’t want to jinx all of the brunette’s little superstitions.

Holly smiles and gives her this lop-sided grin, and Gail feels like at last she’s made herself useful to the obviously flustered goal keeper.

And then Holly does the most surprising thing. She pulls Gail in for a tight hug, and Gail - for once in her life - doesn’t complain. She also knows that she would have quite possibly run the ends of the Earth for this woman, and that thought doesn’t worry Gail.

You’re in too deep Peck.

Gail can feel Holly clutching on to her tight, and she can feel Holly’s truly terrified of underperforming in the game.

'You’re going to kick ass, Nerd.’ Gail whispers softly into her ear, not caring for all the players who seem to be rushing out, giving them odd looks. Holly finally does let go, and scampers out of the lockers, leaving Gail on Cloud Nine. Gail takes a moment to relive the whole hug, and with a silly grin of her own, rushes out to the bleachers. She was going to have to pick a seat right next to the goal post now.

The game itself had been long - and Gail was sure if it weren’t for Holly there was no way she would put herself through this. But Holly in those shorts was worth all the time next to this loud, annoying crowd, which kept cheering loudly. Gail wasn’t watching the game as much as she was watching Holly, cheering only whenever the brunette made a fancy save - and not caring for when her own school’s team was forward attacking. The game ended at 0-0 even after overtime, and went to penalties.

That’s a lot of pressure for a Goalie.

Holly had managed to save one of the shots, but their own stupid striker had sent the ball right out of the post, so the points where at 4-3. This was the last ball, and Holly had to save it for the school to win this match. Gail was sure she’d never felt this nervous in her life ever.

Come on Nerd.

Holly did save it, of course - and the whole school erupted in cheers. Half of the audience immediately rushed down to celebrate - and the team had already picked up their glorified goal keeper and was running about the field, all of them chanting Holly’s name. Gail of course was jumping up and down where she was, clutching the stranger next to her and cheering loudly.

What have you made of me, woman.

After all the intense cheering had died down a bit and everyone was about congratulating the players on the field, Gail managed to make her way through the crowds to Holly, who was ecstatic and gleeful. People all around where yelling out their congratulations and Gail was smiling seeing the brunette looking so flushed and happy. Gail gave a little wink and before she knew it, Holly had pulled her in for another hug.

This day just keeps getting better and better.

The atmosphere around them was so frenzied and chaotic, and Gail seemed to be caught up in the euphoria as well. Not thinking twice, Gail leaned in and softly pressed her lips to Holly’s, and as quick as she had done that, leaned back and grinned at Holly, not exactly realizing what she had just done.

Did I just -

Gail didn’t finish that thought, because Holly was now kissing her, and feeling the brunette’s soft wet lips against her own - Gail couldn’t really think any cohesive thoughts anymore. Holly, in her own joy had wrapped her legs around Gail’s waist. Not that Gail did mind, she was holding on tight to the brunette’s waist as she kissed her.

They didn’t bother themselves with the cat-calls and cheers from all the students around them. The two were caught up in their own little bubble, a space where nothing else in the world existed.

Finally Holly broke the kiss and looked at Gail, who felt like she hadn’t smiled so much in forever.

'I’ve wanted to do that in so long.’ Holly whispers, and it falls on Gail’s ears, in spite of all the commotion about them.

'It’s about time, Nerd.’

TV series Homura goes to the post-Rebellion world.
  • Kyouko: Yo! Thanks for inviting us over Homura!
  • Mami: Pardon our intrusion, Akemi.
  • Sayaka: Thanks for inviting us in, transfer.
  • Madoka: Pardon us, Homura!
  • Homura: Come in.
  • Mami: Right. Let's get this last-minute summer break catch-up session get underway.
  • Sayaka: Are we going to finish in time?
  • Kyouko: Sucks to be you guys. I dunno why you even bother going to school when you clearly don't have time for it while hunting witches.
  • Madoka: Oh! Speaking of time... Homura, what if you stopped time so we have more time to finish?
  • Homura: I suppose I could do that, but I can't stop time long enough for it to be meaningful in this situation.
  • Madoka: Oh, I see...
  • Sayaka: Yo, transfer. Can you do anything else apart from stopping and going back in time?
  • Homura: What do you mean?
  • Sayaka: Like, can you go to the future as well?
  • Homura: I never tried it, there wasn't a point.
  • Sayaka: Well, you know... if we're not going to finish in time then there's no point doing our homework now right? We could just spend the day playing instead!
  • Madoka: Sayaka!
  • Sayaka: What?! It's true! Homework is all or nothing, you don't get points for doing only 80% of it or anything!
  • Madoka: W-Well yeah but...
  • Mami: Miki, that's a reckless way to think about it isn't it?
  • Sayaka: But it's so much more efficient this way!
  • Kyouko: Sayaka's got the right idea hasn't she? If ya ain't gonna be able to do it then why bother in the first place? Unless ya WANT to do your homework?
  • Mami: No, not really...
  • Madoka: Homura, what do you think?
  • Homura: I think I'll do it.
  • Sayaka: Yeah, that's the spirit!
  • Homura: Don't misunderstand. I'm only doing this to see if traveling to the future is possible or not.
  • Sayaka: Yup, just keep telling yourself that you tsundere~
  • Homura: How is that tsu-... Never mind, forget it.
  • Homura: ((Climbs onto her bed))
  • Homura: I'll be going now. Don't come on to my bed, it would be terrible if I came back and phased into your or something.
  • Kyouko: Ouch.
  • Homura: Here I go....
  • Homura: ...Did it work?
  • Homura: No one is here. Perhaps I've traveled forwards after all?
  • Homura: What day is it? I have a feeling I overshot too far ahead...
  • Kyubey: Oh? When did you arrive back from school?
  • Homura: Gah! Kyubey, what are you doing here?
  • Kyubey: I heard a noise so-
  • Homura: No, I mean what are you doing IN MY HOUSE?!
  • Kyubey: I was cleaning just a while ago...?
  • Homura: Huh?! Why?
  • Kyubey: Because you told me to, mistress.
  • Homura: When did I ever-! ...Mistress?
  • Kyubey: Is something the matter, mistress?
  • Homura: ...Hold up, let me check something here. Are you... my servant now or something?
  • Kyubey: Yes.
  • Homura: ....Since when?
  • Kyubey: Since you defeated us Incubators, mistress.
  • Homura: Could you stay outside my room for a second? Don't come in until I tell you.
  • Kyubey: Yes mistress.
  • Homura: Also, don't you dare eavesdrop on me.
  • Kyubey: Of course not, mistress.
  • Kyubey: ((Leaves the room))
  • Homura: .....
  • Homura: AW YEAH SON
  • Homura: FUCK YEAH
  • Homura: ....
  • Homura: Ahem.
  • Homura: Kyubey, you can come back in now.
  • Kyubey: ((Walks back into the room))
  • Homura: Did you hear anything?
  • Kyubey: Not a word.
  • Homura: Excellent.
  • Homura: Tell me more about the fut-...I mean, about right now.
  • Kyubey: Right now?
  • Kyubey: Hm... Right now your familiars are cooking dinner. We didn't expect you back so soon so its not rea-
  • Homura: Familiars?
  • Kyubey: Yes, your 12 Clara doll familiars.
  • Homura: But don't-... I thought-.... Only witches have familiars right?
  • Kyubey: That's correct mistress.
  • Homura: ....Am I a witch?
  • Kyubey: Not at all mistress.
  • Kyubey: Ah, I see your confusion now.
  • Homura: Y-You do?
  • Kyubey: You're wondering how you kept your witch familiars even after you stopped being a witch aren't you?
  • Homura: I USED TO BE A WITCH?!
  • Homura: Wait, I got BETTER?! Really?!
  • Kyubey: Yes, why do you sound so surprised?
  • Homura: Oh! Well, uh... it's just a little surprising you know. That's not supposed to happen, right?
  • Kyubey: True. It was quite unusual.
  • Homura: So uh... How did I stop being a witch anyway?
  • Kyubey: You transcended.
  • Homura: ...Into what?
  • Kyubey: Is something wrong mistress? You know we Incubators don't understand the form you call a demon.
  • Homura: D-Demon?! What? How did I turn into a demon?!
  • Kyubey: When you defeated Madoka Kaname, mistress.
  • Homura: ....
  • Homura: What?
  • Homura: WHAT?!
  • Homura: WHAT THE HELL?!
  • Kyubey: Love.
  • Homura: .......
  • Homura: .......
  • Homura: .......
  • Homura: ...... What?
  • Kyubey: That's what you said at least.
  • Homura: I said love? Like, out loud?
  • Kyubey: Yes mistress.
  • Kyubey: Everyone was there.
  • Homura: Oh god.... Did I say something weird?
  • Kyubey: "This is the pinnacle of human emotion! More passionate than hope, more deeper than despair... it's love!"
  • Homura: .....
  • Kyubey: That's what you said, more or less.
  • Homura: ..........was Madoka there?
  • Kyubey: Yes mistress.
  • Homura: So in a way, I basically confessed my love to Madoka.
  • Kyubey: Yes mistress.
  • Homura: While everyone was watching.
  • Kyubey: Yes mistress.
  • Homura:
  • Homura: ((Makes some gurgling, choking noises))
  • Kyubey: Mistress?
  • Homura: Kyubey.
  • Homura: Madoka's response.
  • Homura: I... I need to know what it is. Did she look... happy?
  • Kyubey: She look frightened.
  • Homura: FUCK
  • Kyubey: M-Mistress...?
  • Homura: WHY THOUGH?!
  • Kyubey: Why....?
  • Kyubey: It was probably because you were ripping her apart.
  • Homura:
  • Homura: What.
  • Kyubey: Ripping her in ha-
  • Homura: You're-... I-... That can't-...
  • Homura: Like, literally ripping her in half or-
  • Kyubey: You split Madoka Kaname into two pieces.
  • Homura:
  • Homura:
  • Homura:
  • Homura: Kyubey, please leave the room again.
  • Kyubey: Yes mi-
  • Homura: NOW
  • Kyubey: ((flees))
  • Homura:
  • Homura:
  • Homura: WHAT?! HUH?!?!
  • Kyubey: Yes mistre-
  • Homura: Tell me everything. EVERYTHING.
  • Kyubey: Everything about what?
  • Kyubey: Well... your soul gem was extremely dark so Madoka was using the Law of Cycles to-
  • Homura: The what now?
  • Kyubey: Law of Cycles? It's the universal principle that Madoka created when she became god.
  • Homura: Madoka becomes GOD?!
  • Kyubey: Yes mistress.
  • Homura: HOW?! WHAT?!
  • Kyubey: She wished for it.
  • Homura: She wished for-....
  • Homura: ....Grr, I won't kill you yet. Keep talking, so God-Madoka or whatever is doing this cycling law thing and...?
  • Kyubey: So Madoka is about to take you away to eternal paradise in her heaven-
  • Homura: I'm liking the sound of this.
  • Kyubey: When you grab her and stop her instead.
  • Homura: I'm not liking the sound of this.
  • Kyubey: You then rip Madoka in half, separating her human self away from her godly self and-
  • Homura: ((punts Kyubey into the wall)
  • Kyubey: But-
  • Kyubey: I'm sorry?
  • Homura: GAAAAHHHH!
  • Homura: ......
  • Homura: Alright, so I don't kill Madoka. That's a good thing. Okay. Okay, I've calmed down now. Carry on.
  • Kyubey: .......Yes, where was I?
  • Kyubey: Your soul gem becomes tainted with love instead of despair and you become a demon. You then recreate the world to your liking.
  • Homura: And... what sort of world is it?
  • Kyubey: I don't know.
  • Homura: What? Why?!
  • Kyubey: You kept quite a lot of the changes secret, no one knows what fully transpired except you.
  • Homura: Damn... Alright then, tell me what Madoka is like in this world of mine.
  • Kyubey: Exactly the same as before, I believe. Except your suppressing her godly self.
  • Homura: You know why I would have a problem with Madoka being god?
  • Kyubey: Not entirely, no.
  • Homura: Damn... Alright then, what's the relationship between me and Madoka?
  • Kyubey: Enemies.
  • Homura:
  • Homura:
  • Kyubey: ....Mistress? Are you having another heart attack mistress?
  • Homura: ((coughs up blood))
  • Kyubey: Mistress?!
  • Homura: W-W-.... Why are Madoka and I ene-...e....you know... "Not friends"?
  • Kyubey: Because you decided to make Madoka your enemy. You declared it yourself.
  • Homura: ((Coughs up even more blood))
  • Kyubey: Do you need medical attention, mist-
  • Homura: No, I need- Just gimme a moment here. Leave the room again will you?
  • Kyubey: ....Yes mistress.
  • Homura: ....
  • Homura: ....
  • Homura: FUTURE ME
  • Homura: You know what? Screw this place. I'm done. I'm done forever. I'm going back home. I'm actually going to end up killing myself here if I stay any long.
  • Homura: ((Time-travels backwards))
  • Homura: God, time-travel always gives me such a headache...
  • Madoka: Homura! Welcome back!
  • Kyouko: So it works right? Future time travel that is.
  • Mami: Welcome back, Akemi.
  • Sayaka: So? So? Do we finish in time or what?
  • Homura: Hey. Miki.
  • Sayaka: Yeah...?
  • Homura: You said that if something isn't going to work out in the end, there isn't any point bother trying to make it happen anymore right?
  • Sayaka: Y-Yeah...? Does this mean we don't get our homework finished in time or...?
  • Homura: ((Paps Madoka's shoulders))
  • Madoka: H-Homura?
  • Homura: I'm sorry Madoka. Goodbye.
  • Madoka: What? Homura?!
  • Homura: ((Walks away))
  • Madoka: Homura?! HOMURA?!
  • Mami: W-What happened in the future exactly...?
  • Kyouko: Huh? What's going on?
  • Madoka: HOMURA!
  • Mami: AKEMI!
  • Sayaka: TRANSFER!
  • Kyouko: KYOUKO~!

mummyholmesisupset  asked:

Prompt: A continuation of the highschool AU? You got that down PERFECTLY and tbh I had a dream based off of it (that I can't remember right now) it was awesome.

[ part 1 ]

Nigel sat on the bleachers, cigarette between his fingers as usual as he stared blankly out at the football field in front of him. The sky was cloudy and grey, the hint of rain on the crisp fall breeze that messed up his hair. He brushed it back with a free hand and shifted in his jacket. It was getting fucking cold.

“It’s supposed to rain today. You’ll get wet sitting up there.” Adam’s honest voice floated up to his ears, and Nigel smiled as he looked down at the freshman standing at the foot of the inclining benches. It had almost become routine for the two of them over the last few weeks; this sitting on the bleachers out behind the school where no one was really around to bother them. 

“Not if it waits until fucking later to start.”

“Based on the findings of the meteorologist on the morning news, the estimated time of rainfall will be in,” Adam pushed back his sleeve to look at his watch, “four and a half minutes.”

“We’ll fucking see about that. You’re late getting out of class today.”

“Oh, um…” Adam looked at his shoes as he sat down and Nigel raised an eyebrow.

“Um what? Did someone fuck with you? Who was it? I’ll have them in a fucking wheelchair until fucking graduation.”

Adam flushed and shook his head, both frightened and flattered by the threat. “No, um, just a girl in my class. Her name is Beth. She was questioning me about the basis of, um, of our relationship…”

Adam waved a hand in a gesture that indicated himself and Nigel, and it took Nigel a moment to figure out what he meant. It made him flush as well as he turned his gaze back to the football field. “So…what the fuck did you tell her.”

“That I was fairly certain we were just friends.”


From the corner of his eye Nigel saw Adam fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. It was one of the more obvious signs of Adam’s discomforts. Not a major one, but it was a twitch that occurred when the freshman was unsure of how to proceed in a conversation or how to phrase something on his mind. Nigel let a few moments of silence pass, enough finish the smoke in his mouth and light up another one, giving Adam a chance to sort through it on it own. But then he was bored of waiting. 



“Something’s bothering you.”

“Well, the implication of Beth’s question appeared to be looking for something more intimate than a label of friendship. She made a face when I answered her but I don’t know what it meant.”

“She wanted to know if we were fucking and was probably pissy that she couldn’t get another fucking topic of gossip out of you.”


“You sound disappointed.”


Adam was interrupted by a crack of thunder followed by the sudden downfall of rain. Nigel popped the collar of his leather jacket and ran down the bleachers to hide underneath them, cursing the whole way down.

Once under cover, Adam pulled back his sleeve with a pleased smile and regarded his watch, “Twenty-seven seconds early.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Nigel said, although Adam had come to take that specific tone from Nigel as one of endearment and it only made him smile more. 

There’s eye met and their smiles froze on their faces as they caught their breath from running and brushed wet hair out of the way. Nigel didn’t even care that the rain had ruined his cigarette as he carefully studied Adam’s face and the flush that was still very much present on his pale cheeks. The bell rang and Adam turned away first to look at the school building behind him.

“Better run fast.”

“Goodbye, Nigel,” Adam smiled, facing the upperclassman once more before preparing to make a dash for the door.

And then, just as Adam was about to run, Nigel grabbed his slender wrist and tugged hard enough that Adam was forced to press right up against Nigel’s chest. With his other hand, Nigel raised Adam’s chin and leaned down to kiss him. Adam tensed for a moment, unsure of what to do, but relaxed when he realized that Nigel was taking lead. Long lashes fluttered shut and cracked, dry lips moved against soft pink ones. Soft pink lips that tasted vaguely of citrus. When Nigel pulled away, Adam found himself wanting more and blushed at the low chuckle from the senior.

“Get the fuck to class, Adam. And if that Beth bitch asks you stupid fucking questions again, send her my way.”

“You won’t hurt her, will you?”

“Of course I won’t fucking hurt her. I’m an asshole not a piece of shit. I just want to tell her to mind her own fucking business. Doesn’t matter what we are.”

“Are you admitting that you like me? Because people don’t typically kiss their friends. At least I’m fairly certain that people don’t kiss their friends. My dad has lots of friends but he do-”

Nigel kissed him again, quickly this time before resting his forehead against Adam’s. “Adam, shut up. I fucking like you, okay? Now get the fuck to class before I change my mind.”

Adam smiled and brushed his nose again Nigel’s, “I can’t leave if you don’t let go. And for your own reference, I like you, too.”

Christmas Approveal - Requested (Michael)

HELLO, this is the first Christmas request done because it the FIRST!!! Woop, Christmas is coming, anyways this was requested by aleciasometimescries. ENJOY!!!!!

‘You’re joking right?’ You hear Michael on the phone and frown as he does. 'Okay, shit, let me know where you are once you’re sorted’ and then he hangs up.

'What’s up?’ You ask as he comes over flopping into the sofa and throwing his head back. 'The lads flight isn’t going, the pilot is too ill to fly, Paul is trying to gets them another pilot but they won’t be home at earliest till tomorrow morning’ he explain, you can tell he is worried about them. It’s Christmas Eve and they have just finished a promo here and they had a private plane to get them home later this evening so they were able to spend Christmas with family. Michael had agreed to stay in your home town for Christmas, you were seeing your dad tonight and your mum Christmas Day and then fly to Sydney Christmas night to spend a couple of days with ////.

'That’s terrible, do you want to go and see them?’ You ask, he groans and you smile a little at the sound. 'Yeah but we are meant to be at your dads in an hour’ he moans and you laugh a little. 'I don’t mind, go see the boys and come to my dad’s when you can’ you explain. You can see he is thinking it over, so while he does you decide to take advantage of his neck being in full view, you lean forward, placing one hand in his chest and depressing your lips to his neck, you trace then up and down, sucking and licking his neck in all the right places.

'If you don’t stop neither of is will make it to your dads’ his voice is groggy with his need and you notice his jeans getting tighter. 'Sorry baby’ you tease pulling away, but before you can sit back he grabs the back of your neck pulling you on top of him and pressing his lips to yours. You let his hands snake under your shirt as you pull at his hair, and roll your hips a little hearing him groan you laugh and jump off.

'Better get going so you have time see the boys’ you wink as you head into your room to change for your dads.


'Dad quit whining he is coming’ you moan rolling your eyes towards Kelly your step mum and she smiles trying not to laugh.

'See, see didn’t I tell you he would ruin it, ruins everything does that boy, waist of space’ he goes in, you shake your head, your dad has never liked Michael, said he isn’t looking towards the future, doesn’t want anything serious, changing his little girl.

'Dad please just gives it a rest, no one can enjoy themselves while you are making things awkward’ you tell him.

'Well no one is enjoying themselves waiting for it to turn up’ he snaps back, you look at him eyes a little wider to tell him he went too far.

'For a start he has a name, second of all no one is waiting, we are all fine, dinner isn’t even ready yet and the only person this is an issue for is you and finally if you don’t stop acting like a petulant little child I will leave, it’s Christmas Eve everyone is happy and you can’t drop your hatred for one god darn day’ you half yell before brushing his shoulder as you leave the family room and enter the kitchen. Your grandma isn’t far behind you and she rubs your back a little, you turn giving her a small smile.

'Ignore him, we all understand, Michael is a very nice young man and the only reason your dad hasn’t held his hands up yet is because he is too proud to say he was wrong’ she explains, 'but you were right your dad was a very petulant child’ she half laughs and you can’t help the smile she forms on your lip.

'Michaels here’ Jimmy rushes into the kitchen before turning back out, you an grandma follow him out to see Michael being welcomed by the family as your dad stands of to the side arms crossed

'I hope you just don’t mind but I bought a couple of friends’ Michael tell them winking at you, as Ashton, Luke and Calum come in behind him. 'Oh hello boys, it’s lovely to see you again it’s been so lo…’ Kelly is cut off by your dad.

'It’s rude to invite people when you’re an unwanted guest yourself’ your dad pipes up, his voice harsh, but you notice the smile in Michaels face turn slightly into a smirk and you frown a little as you watch him.

'I called but you have the no phone rule so I couldn’t check’ Michael tells him smoothly which you know is a straight out lye because you snook your phone back into your pocket after putting into the 'Phone Stop’.

'It doesn’t matter, they can stay, and you can leave with them seems as your so ungratefully late’ your dad snipes back, you laugh a little as his face contorts in annoyance and how Michael isn’t bothered by a word of it.

'Don’t be so rude, I bought you up better than that’ your grandma snaps at him, 'Now I’m sure there will be plenty of food after all we are two down so it’s only really an extra one and we always make too much food, wasteful really but I’m sure you strapping boys can help up with that’ grandma goes on. 'Right jimmy go on up to your room and bring down that deck chair of yours’ she tells him with a small wave of her hand.

'Come in everybody, close the door is deathly cold, the fire is in in the family room, who wants drinks?’ Kelly calls and takes the order of a number of drinks as everyone files into the family room you wait behind, you give Calum, Ashton and Luke a quick hug before Michael wraps an arm around you.

'What’s going on with the flights?’ You asks the boys, 'It’s getting sorted, we found a pilot he is okay to set off at nine tonight’ Ashton explain and you smile. 'Thanks great, I was so upset for you guys’ you explain and Calum coos.

'Shut up, go on, get in there’ you tell them nodding to the door to the family room. When they are gone you turn to Michael and press your lips to his, your hands on his chest, his on your waist. 'You’re terrible’ you tell him as you pull away and he frowns 'why?’ He asks shocked and you smirk a little 'You only bought them to piss him off’ you whisper, he fakes shock and grabs his heart 'Like I would do such a scheming thing’ he gasps 'You would’ Kelly interrupts making us jump a little as she wears a smirk across her lips 'But it’s awfully funny want hung his squirm’ she chuckles leaving again and you laugh following her into the rest of the family with Michael behind you.


'Hush everyone’ your grandfather calls over the chatter at the dinner table, we have all finished our meals and been chatting but it so dyes down. 'We all have traditions and our is something we treasure, after a meal at Christmas we share what we are grateful for and what we hope the new year will bring, Michael seems as you’re a guest for four would you do the honour of starting’ granddad sits back down and Michael nods smiling a little, his arm is resting on the back of your chair, and you noticed when he first did it your dad staring at his tattoos.

'Okay, erm I’m thankful for our band, our support, but erm mostly in thankful that (Y/N) is still in my life after five years.’ He speaks out, his eyes meeting with yours when he speaks about you and you smile before leaning forwards and leaving a quick peck in his lips.

'Get on with it’ your dad growls making a couple people at the table laugh. 'Sorry of course, erm I’m hoping the new year will bring changed attitudes’ he states and it’s clear to everyone as Michaels eyes bore into your dads as they glare back. We move on and have gone around the most of the travel when we get to your dad.

'I’m thankful for my wonderful children and close family’ he tells us, ruffling Jimmy’s hair as his other hand entwined with Kelly’s 'and for the new year I hope it brings sense, to my daughter, enough to get her away the things that’s are no good, the sense to throw out the trash’ your dads words are harsh, his voice sharp and nasty so much so not one person at the table who had been finding dad behaviour to you and Michael humorous, not one of the laughed or smiled, instead they all watched him shocked.

'Wow’ you mutter, pushing your chair back and standing up ’(Y/N) (Y/L/N) don’t you dare leave this table’ your dad calls to you as you head for the kitchen door, your fuming, your whole body in fire as you spin around.

'Don’t I dare? Don’t I dare?’ You repeat, your temper and patients’ gone which is clear to everyone at the raise and tone in your voice. 'How’s about don’t you dare, don’t you dare offend Michael, don’t you dare try press your ugly thoughts of him into other, don’t you dare tell me how to live my life, don’t you dare be so rude’

'This, this has been an amazing night, fun and full of laughter, I real Christmas family time, but there is one thing that would have made if so much more present, and that you, not being here, with your comments, your glaring. You haven’t enjoyed this night because all you have done is hash Michael at every opportunity’ you start to calm the voice so it’s more of a scold then a temper shout. 'So no dad don’t YOU dare’ you finish, you glance around the table at your family and friends and you can see the pity in their eyes. 'Sorry everybody’ you sigh before getting into the kitchen and closing the door. Taking in deep, calming breathes.

'You didn’t have to do that’ you hear Michael behind you and spin around, your still angry and just see red. 'You know what Michael, don’t bother moaning at me, you’re okay with the shit he gives you, and most of the time I don’t mind either but why can’t he just accept it, why can’t he just acknowledge that I did well, that I picked the right guy’ you flare, Michael just nods a little and you sigh 'sorry I didn’t mean to tell at you’ you apologise but he shakes his head opening his arms.

'You listen to me okay, it’s been five years since we rocked up at your house, it’s been hard, even at fourteen your dad hated me, but you know I don’t care, because I love you, you are everything to me, so he can hate me all he likes as long as it doesn’t change the fact that you love me. I mean sure, I would love to have his mark of approval but I’ve worked for it, I ignored the shit I did everything he wanted, I fought the shit, I asked about it and then we got here, were we just give it to each other. And I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m not the kind of person he will approve of, I’m sorry if that’s my fault, but you have to promise me one thing…..never fall out with him over me…I can’t be the resin for your hurt in any way shape of form. I love you and if your dad hates me for another five years I can deal with that of it means spending those five years with the live of my life’ Michaels words flow, his voice smooth and soft as he hold you in his arms, your ear against his chest, your eyes closed as you listen to his meaningful words.

'I’m sorry’ it’s your dad untrusting this time and you spin with Michael to see him standing in the door way. And he’s look guilty the guiltiest you have ever seen him.

'You know I am a stubborn guys, and when you wondered in my house all that time ago with your awful hair and dreams of being a rock star I wrote you off, my little girl could do better. But if I could change anything I would go back, and I’d tell that me to give the kid a chance, because in five years’ time he is working for his dream and he is still holding my little girl like a princess, still loving her with his whole heart. I’m sorry if I’ve been difficult, I do approve I was just too stubborn to admit I was wrong about you’ his words surprise you, and when he holds out his hand to shake Michaels your eve more surprised, however not as surprised as he was when Michael pulled him into a hug.

'Thanks, it means a lot’ Michael tells him and you feel your hear swell as you stretch your arms around your dad too. 'Thanks dad’ you whisper, he pulls away and nods as he turns to leave, but before he disappears round the corner he turns back and says. 'Merry Christmas to the both of you’

From Chelsea

kasperaura  asked:

In my story, I have a character that's immortal, but he also has this power that only immortals can have (it's difficult to explain, but I will if you want to know), but he then meets a person who's younger than him in an immortal's years, but also has the same powers as him. My MC can't control them but she can. I want to make it so that she both helps and hinders him as he tries to master his powers. Is there any good way for her to act friendly but to also manipulate him? (Mind games maybe?)

This reminds me strangely of me assisting my parents with computers. They can do it, but not very well and I do it better. I have a similar relationship in a book I just finished drafting last year, and let me tell you: I struggled getting it right. In fact, I still think it needs nitpicking, so don’t be too discouraged if you don’t feel you’re portraying it well right off the bat. This is a really complex relationship, as you very well know.

Take a hard look at her character and figure out what her ulterior motive is. She has one. If she’s manipulating him in any way, she’s got to be in it for something. What is it? Knowing what she’s after, start brainstorming ways she could get it out of him or get the result to manifest, or whatever it is that moves her in the direction of what she’s after. Then find a way to cover them in something that seems innocent. Maybe she asks for a favor for something that seems unrelated, but she’s already got in mind a way to twist it to her uses. Maybe she puts them in a dangerous or annoying situation on purpose to get toward a goal that he doesn’t know she has but she’s made it look like a mistake or an accident. Maybe she asks sideways questions. Maybe she lays tests for him that look like messes. Mind games are also an option, for sure. Maybe she tries to make him angry enough to let something slip. Without knowing her endgame, I can’t tell you what all she’d do because I don’t know what all she’ll need, but try putting yourself in the shoes of a compulsive liar or a strategic complainer. These are individuals who find ways to get information without the other person realizing it wasn’t their idea. These sorts of folks and their tactics are going to help you think up ways to manipulate.

(Hey! This is your first time with me for a Night of Asking, right? Hope it’s not bothering you too much–thanks for sending in! -Pear)

The Taste of Namasu

Maki stared at the butcher knife before her, the bowls of vegetables and meats laid out neatly before her. Behind her, the shorter Nico was running leafy greens under the faucet, tossing them in a bowl and shaking them of excess drops before setting it next to everything else Maki blankly stared at.



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anonymous asked:

Hello kel! I'm really sorry to bother you with my problems, but lately I've been stuck with my art. I can't motivate myself to draw a lot or even finish a drawing the day I start it. I've also had a more anime-ish style that I've been wanting to get out of, would you have any suggestions for that? I'm so sorry to bother you! I love your art btw!

HEY ANON it’s no bother! I think that happens when you can’t find something that excites you? I get these long droughts of art block too where I can’t really bring myself to do anything other than doodle until I get some idea that I like and that pushes me to actually finish something 

So i guess the best thing to do is find something that excites you!! Like flowers or space or maybe designing characters! Don’t worry about producing a lot of ‘quality’ work, just draw things that MAKE YOU WANNA DRAW MORE even if they’re just scribbles. Trying new things can help too, so maybe u could try using new methods of coloring/ trying traditional media if u do a lot of digital? 

Style-wise I find that that is actually dependent a lot on what you consume? So try surrounding yourself in the kind of art style you want to develop, STUDY them and see how they translate whatever features into that style. I think doing more life drawings would help too? Just to remind yourself of how facial features would look in a non anime context. Sorry that I couldn’t be more helpful BUT I HOPE YOU GET OUT OF YOUR RUT SOON!!

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