anonymous asked:

Oldermagnet Band AU. The jang forms a band in highschool that gets locally famous. Max and Johnny are close friends, but little does Max know that he personally inspired every love song Johnny ever wrote for the band bc Johnny is So Very Much In Love. Johnny insists Max doesnt come to gigs and Max thinks its bc he knows Max is a Music Snob and he thinks he wont like it but really hes afraid he'll catch on. Max shows up at a local cafe theyre playing in one night by coincidence and The Jig Is Up


YOI royalty AU in which 18-year-old Yuuri is the prince of the country of Yutopia, and in the year leading up to his sister’s coronation as queen, he finds his relationship with Mari deteriorating.

He doesn’t blame her - she’s under a lot of stress, taking on more of her father’s responsibilities, meeting with all the leaders of their country’s allies, finalizing all the plans for the coronation gala.

But when one particular argument goes too far, he decides to run away from home and lay low for a while until the storm passes.

Of course, he can’t stay in his own country, because literally everyone knows the face of their beloved prince.

So he goes to the neighbouring country.

Unfortunately though, his plans of laying low are thrown right out the window when, through a series of misunderstandings, he somehow finds himself the new bodyguard of crown prince Viktor Nikiforov.

By the time Yuuri realizes what’s happened, it’s too late, and he’s too embarrassed to out himself, so he plays along while frantically trying to think of a way to get out of this situation.

Several hijinks ensue as Yuuri repeatedly brings himself under suspicion by knowing too much about manners and etiquette of being in high society, and the foreign relationships and alliances between the monarchs of the different countries.

Of course, it also doesn’t help when his best friend, prince Phichit, whose country is Yutopia’s closest ally, has an audience with Viktor and almost outs Yuuri the moment he sees him at Viktor’s side.

Luckily, Phichit and Yuuri have long since mastered the art of silent communication and the moment Viktor turns away for a second to give orders to a servant to have a feast prepared, Yuuri is able to signal to Phichit that Viktor doesn’t know about him being a prince and that it has to stay that way.

Phichit finds the entire situation hilarious, but he doesn’t say anything. The mischievous smirk he directs at Yuuri does hae Viktor confused though when he turns back to look at Phichit. Phichit’s aides have long since gotten used to their prince’s antics and they decide that if he’s not saying anything about Yuuri being treated like a mere servant rather than the respect he deserves, then they probably shouldn’t mention anything either.

In the end, the jig is up when Mari sends one of her people with an invitation to her coronation for King Yakov and his two sons.

The man immediately recognizes Yuuri and right there, in front of the king and both princes, he breaks down in tears, sobbing to Yuuri that, “Your majesty!! We have been looking for you everywhere!!! Your royal parents have been sick with worry! Please return home at once!”

Everyone turns to stare at Yuuri in shock.

Yuuri just laughs awkwardly and explains that he’s actually the prince of the neighbouring kingdom haha, surprise!

There’s a long silence after that.

And Yuuri is starting to get a little worried that his actions would constitute as an act of war.

In the end, Viktor is the one to break the silence when he pulls Yuuri into his lap in a tight embrace, and turns to laugh at his father.

“Yuuri’s a prince! Take that you stupid old man!” he crows in delight. “Now there’s nothing you can do to stop me from marrying him!!”

Fics based on this au:

A Royal Victory by @a-queer-in-spaceland
In the Rough by @realisticallycynical
The Meeting by @droewyn

The Jig is Up

A/N: An anon request for a fic where the team is playing truth or dare and the reader gets dared to deepthroat something. The team is shocked, but Spencer isn’t. I wonder why that is? ;) @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch

Warnings: Smutty talk and acts, no actual sex.


It wasn’t often when the BAU got drunk, but when you did…goddamn, did shit go down. Secrets were spilled - some remembered, some not - the dares went through the roof, to the point, where Penelope had once dared Morgan to run naked across a local football field, which he’d done, covering his undoubtedly delicious nether regions unfortunately. Best part of that was, you remembered it happening, but Garcia couldn’t remember a damn thing from that particular night. 

When you were as close with a group of people as you were with your team, when it came time to let loose, you all let it all hang out. On this particular night, Garcia, JJ, Emily, Morgan, Spencer and yourself, had gathered at your apartment with the intent of drinking away a particularly tough case.

After three shots of tequila each, truth or dare was suggested. Spencer and yourself weren’t really into it, considering you had a shared secret you didn’t want exposed, but if you didn’t go along with it, people were going to wonder why, so reluctantly, you gave in. 

Emily had been first up and chose dare, much to JJ’s joy. The door was to go up to the roof and flash the world, which she’d done with absolute joy. “Alright, Chocolate Thunder-,” Penelope said, already a little wasted (she was always the easiest to get drunk).

“I am not running across a football field naked again,” he said, his words on slightly slurred. “Not my fault your drunk ass can’t remember.” Her face fell, hopes dashed. She closed her eyes, willing the memory of Morgan’s perfect butt to return to her brain, but nothing. “Plus I pick truth this time.”

“Okay, gimme a minute.” She leaned into JJ and whispered in her ear. 

“That’s a good one.”

“Alright, my sexy Morgan, have you ever had a threesome?” Morgan laughed, his head flying back as he downed another shot.

“Is that all you wanted to know about me? The answer is yes…once…in college. Your boy had a good night.” He started showing everyone some of his moves before you all took another shot. It did NOT surprise you that Morgan had had a threesome before. 

Spencer was up next. He had no idea what to choose. “Truth,” he said reluctantly. As Emily, JJ and Garcia huddled into each other, thinking up the perfect truth for Spencer, he hung his head in his hands, bracing himself for extreme embarrassment - these were the only people he’d consider being so vulnerable with.

“Okay, Reid,” Emily said with a smile. You imagined it was the same smile that she donned when going to her sin-to-win weekends. “Your truth is…have you ever had sex outside?”

You knew for a fact that he’d had sex outside…because you’d been there…and it had been you he was fucking on the beach at midnight. Before answering, he poured himself another shot, his fourth, and downed it. “Yes,” he smirked. “And that’s all you’re getting.”

“Ow ow!” JJ screamed, falling into Emily’s lap as she pumped her fists in the air. “Who knew Spencer Reid was such a risk taker?” Morgan gave him a congratulatory slap on the back and Garcia just wiggled her eyebrows at him. 

“Okay, Y/N,” JJ said. “We have had some particularly scintillating conversations that lead me to believe you enjoy giving head.”

Well, there was no denying that. “Yup,” you shrugged. 

“Prove it.”

“You want me to randomly whip out a dick and start sucking?” You snorted, eliciting laughter from everyone around you. Even Spencer allowed himself a chuckle at that. Frantically, JJ started looking around your apartment for something to simulate a penis. 

“Of course not, but it’s just something I need to know.”

You could feel Spencer’s embarrassment at your side. It was taking everything in him not to smile. There had been many a time since you started dating five months earlier that you’d been on your knees before him. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” With a smug smile, all three ladies shook their heads and Morgan was downing another shot.

“I mean I’m not gonna stop this,” he said with a laugh. 

Hopping up off the floor, you went to the refrigerator and grabbed one of the desserts you’d made earlier in the week - chocolate covered bananas. “Will this do?” you asked sleepily. Now you had Spencer’s attention. Oh, this was fun. 


With another shrug, you moved your head to the side. The banana was a tiny bit over six inches long. You opened your mouth and heard the whooping and hollering of your friends as you tasted the chocolate. It was about five inches before you felt like you were going to choke…you could go further, but you wouldn’t. Silently, you thanked the gods for giving you strep throat constantly as a child, because it had forced you to have your tonsils removed - definitely made things easier.

As you pulled it out of your mouth, everyone cheered - everyone except Spencer. His face was so red and the desire to crack a smile was overwhelming. You bit into the banana as you sat back down on the ground. No sense in wasting the deliciousness. “How the fuck do you do that?” Emily asked. “What is your secret?”

“I had my tonsils out as a kid,” you laughed, taking another bite. “I’m sure that helped.”

Everyone laughed as you violently bit into the banana again, making Morgan cringe. “Reid, you’re so quiet,” Garcia said, poking him in the side. “What’s wrong?”

“N-N-Nothing,” he said, his mind still clearly somewhere else. “I-I’m good.” Without realizing it, his gaze stayed on you for a moment longer than it probably should have if your secret was to remain kept. “Just drunk.” He smiled and did his best to shake off the image of the banana. 

“That’s not it,” JJ said. “There’s something else…You weren’t quite a few moments ago, but then…” Her eyes went wide. “Y/N’s dare came up and you stopped talking…”

Everyone’s mouths dropped open. You were done for. “Oh. My. God.” JJ slapped her hands over her mouth. “You’re? You? Y-”

For a moment, you both vehemently denied it. You hadn’t exactly wanted to divulge your relationship yet, but the jig was up. Spencer’s smile broke. “Really, kid?” Morgan screamed. “Someone has up close and personal knowledge of Y/N’s mouth!”

You started to snort and Spencer’s face went beat red. “How long has this been going on?” Garcia said as she propped herself up on her knees. “Is it serious? Friends with benefits? What’s happening?”

Your face started to warm up at their questioning and Spencer couldn’t look anyone in the eye, so you sidled up to him and put your head in his lap. “We’re serious,” you said softly. Spencer bent down to kiss your hair as Morgan exclaimed again, slapping Spencer’s shoulder even harder this time.

“Who the fuck knew? Reid? Y/N? Jesus!”

Maybe if you gave everyone a few more shots they’d forget this by morning…

anonymous asked:

Hi destiny! I love your FFXV and KH interactions so much they're all so cute~ I wondered if you had any personal headcannons for their interactions that you haven't mentioned yet? Just any random little things that you've thought about but stuff that maybe isn't enough for a drawing/comic? Just curious~

I’m glad you like them, Anon! Hmm… Let’s see…

FFXV x KH Headcanons That I Have But Probably Won’t Doodle Part 1(?)

  • Sora really wants to take the Regalia for a spin and Ignis is Very Much Opposed (I mean. I can’t blame him. Here’s a well-meaning but somewhat reckless and excitable boy from literally another planet and he wants to drive the Very Expensive Car??? No!!!)
    • But Noct and Prom see how disappointed Sora is that Ignis won’t let him give the Regalia a spin so while Ignis is otherwise occupied, they sneak to the car and stuff that dorkupine into the driver’s seat
    • Sora’s an average driver but
    • Oh boy
    • The Regalia Type F
    • As soon as that baby is airborne, Sora flies it like he was born to do it. Our little ace pilot boy is gliding and twirling that flying car and everyone is so impressed.
    • Including Ignis and Gladio who see the car from the ground
    • After that, whenever the Regalia needs to take to the skies, Sora’s the one at the controls
  • Sora is a picky eater and he hates spicy food. But he will not tell Ignis about his preferences since he’s embarrassed about his pickiness. (Don’t make fun of picky eaters, guys!) He forces himself to eat whatever Ignis cooks until he’s not hungry anymore, and then he finds a way to discreetly get rid of the rest of his food
    • Yes he usually tries to feed it to nearby animals.
    • Yes he accidentally feeds brussels sprouts to a daemon
    • Yes Ignis rushes to his aid and immediately the jig is up. But Ignis senses Sora’s embarrassment and doesn’t approach him directly about his food preferences
    • So Ignis works on being even more Observant than usual during mealtimes and picks up on what Sora likes and doesn’t like. He doesn’t always accommodate Sora! But each meal usually includes at least a side dish that he knows Sora likes
  • Sora almost beats Gladio in an arm wrestling match and this fact keeps Gladio up that night
    • Sora has cut through buildings and sliced through rock. Kid’s a beast. 
  • Sora summons Tinkerbell and the boys all get to fly around for a while! Yay!!!
    • Ignis is pretty tense the entire time he’s in the air. I don’t think he’d enjoy flying very much
    • Prompto on the other hand
    • Noctis can’t stop giggling. He is having so much fun it is SO CUTE
    • Yes the boys have used pixie dust to float over mountains they’re too lazy to hike up
  • Sora is used to blazing island heat, so he’s usually not suffering in the desert as much as the other boys are
    • But he does get cold much more easily
    • He usually needs extra blankets in the tent. He becomes a little sleeping bag burrito with only the brown spikes of his hair sticking out of the top.
  • Sora likes to sleep under the stars sometimes. He likes to look up and think about all the worlds out there and hopes his friends are doing okay. It comforts him and helps him fall asleep.
    • Yes sometimes the other bros join him! :)
  • Story time around the campfire!!
    • Sora loves hearing embarrassing stories from the chocobros’ childhoods
      • Gladio and Ignis have sooooooo much dirt on babby Noctis growing up
        • Like the time he tried to be a mother hen by stealing eggs from the kitchens, folding them up in a Very Expensive pillow, and sitting on them. Crushing all of the eggs inside. Noctis thought he’d killed the unborn chicks and oh my GOD how he CRIED!!!!
    • Sora tells them about the other worlds he’s visited
      • Everyone wants to go to Neverland since not growing up would be Nice
        • Sora wishing and wishing during the long night that they’d all just gone to Neverland and stayed there forever.

Born in a small fishing village in 1875, Jeanne Weber left her home for Paris when she was just 14-years-old. By 1905, she was married and had three children. She and her husband were both heavy drinkers, living in a dodgy tenement with their children. Only one out of these three children made it to adolescence: two perished.‬ ‪ ‬ ‪

Shortly after the death of her two children, Jeanne was babysitting for her sister-in-law. Whilst looking after the children, 1-year-old Georgette was said to suddenly fall ill and pass away. The doctor failed to notice the small bruises on the toddlers neck. Jeanne came back to babysit again just days later. This time, 2-year-old Suzanne suffered the same fate. The doctor ruled her death as “convulsions.” The next to fall victim to this unrelenting killer was the daughter of her brother, 7-year-old Germaine. Days later, Jeanne’s own son, Marcel, also passed away under similar circumstances. In each instance, red marks were on their necks were ignored. ‬ ‪ ‬‪

Several weeks later, Jeanne invited two of her sisters-in-law to dinner at her home. She told them she would babysit her nephew, 10-year-old Maurice, while they went out shopping. When the two women returned back early, they were aghast to discover Maurice gasping for air on the bed with bruises riddled over his throat. Jeanne was standing above him with a crazed look on her face. Finally, the jig was up…. or was it? Jeanne was charged with eight murders, including three of her own children, and was put on trial. However, the jury believed she was just a grieving mother and acquitted her on all charges.‬ ‪

‬With her blood lust clearly unsatisfied, Jeanne strangled 9-year-old Auguste Bavouzet whilst babysitting him in her new hometown of Villedieu. When the doctor discovered that Jeanne had been babysitting him, he contacted authorities to say he believed that he had been murdered by her. Once again, she was acquitted of all charges. Following this murder, Jeanna disappeared into obscurity but not for long… She got a job at a children’s home in Orgeville. Her employers knew of her past but believed her to be innocent. She hadn’t even been working there for a week when she was caught red-handed, attempting to strangle a child.‬ ‪ ‬‪

Her employers kept this under wraps and quickly fired her. Instead of being arrested once again, she fled back to Paris. Over the forthcoming months, Jeanne fell into sex work and found a new husband. However, after settling in at an inn in Commercy, Jeanne’s husband found her attempting to strangle his own 10-year-old son. She was placed on trial for the third time and this time, she was declared insane and sent to an insane asylum where she manually strangled herself to death in 1918.‬

Image Being A Part of The Original Riverdale Gang and Getting Pregnant With FP’s Baby

Originally posted by screamtrilogy

- You didn’t know you could feel this afraid

- Until you took the test and it came back positive

- You didn’t tell anyone for a while, until you were almost starting to show

- You had convinced yourself that FP was going to leave you

- Not to mention your parents were gonna throw you out so you had to come up with some kind of game plan

- They didn’t approve of you and FP in the first place plus they were super religious so this was practically worse than you being a serial killer in their book

- But the secret was eating you alive 

- You knew FP was starting to get suspicious of you

- So you tell your dog

- Then you tell Fred

- You thought he was gonna go out in the floor of Pop’s for a second 

- But he didn’t and it felt so much better to have told someone

- After that you two stuck together

- He felt a sense of responsibility to you being your friend and FP’s best friend and since FP didn’t know Fred took it upon himself to watch out for you

- You two discussed what you were gonna do, he took you for french fries and milkshakes when you got a craving, and tried to convince you to tell FP

- When you finally did you were at the drive in 

- There was some stupid horror movie on and you were biting your nails trying not to get sick off the smell of buttered popcorn when FP suddenly ask you if you were cheating on him with Fred

- “What?! How could you even ask me that?!” “Well you keep acting weird and you and him seem pretty touchy feely lately.”

- “Oh God.” You knew the jig was up. You took in the details of FP’s face preparing yourself to never see him again. 

- You didn’t realize you were crying until FP whipped the tears away.

- And when you opened your mouth he was expecting you to say you’d been with Fred. 

- He did not expect to hear what you had to say.

- He sat there in silence with gears turning behind his head, until you got out of the car and started to walk away in a teary eyed panic

- You didn’t make it to far before he had caught up to you and pulled you into him, clutching you tight.

- “We’ll figure something out. I promise.”

- Five and a half months later Forsythe Pendleton “Jughead” Jones the 3rd was born.

Nice to see y'all are enjoying these time traveling shenanigans just as much as I am! (・ω・)ノ


He was assigned to you in the beginning, as a councilor of sorts. That was something he would never mind doing; he enjoyed helping anyone who wanted it.

However, something about you seemed different than others he had worked with.

Yes, you were frazzled- an expected response- but you accepted him, trusted him, at a much faster rate than he was used to.

It was……..refreshing?

Either way, you quickly became one of his favorite students and closest friends. His team of two suddenly became a group of three, and he was left with a confusing feeling, striking him silent in the most peculiar moments.

“You called me master?” Genji peaks around the open door leading out to a close grassy cliff side, perfect for meditation.

“Yes, do you have time to speak with me?” Zenyatta sits there, petting a stray cat in his lap, under the shade of a large tree.

“I do.” He settles next to his master, cross legged as always. “May I ask about what?”

“Of course,” he rests his hand on the back of the purring cat, “I wish to speak of my emotions. They have become more and more confusing as time passes.”

Genji nods in agreement. “I understand. I will do my best to help you master.” He folds his hands in his lap. If he was being honest, he didn’t feel anywhere near qualified to assist him.

“I am glad.” He hums, “Now where to begin?” He taps his chin. “Perhaps the warmth in my chest.”

“Warmth? Are you sure it is emotion causing it?”

“Yes. I had a doctor check it.” He sets his hand on his chest plate, “I believe it is caused by my body overworking itself due to unknown circumstances. It is a feeling akin to a fierce battle; though, one is not occurring at the time.”

“And, when does it happen?”

“During the normalities of my daily routine.” He lowers his hand and glances at it, “There are times as well were I cannot think, or am forgetful. Though, it is not happening now.”

“That is interesting. You still have no idea what the cause is?”

“No.” He sighs. “Do you have any suggestions, my student?”

“I am not sure. Human and Omnic emotions sometimes differ,” he pauses, “however, if you were human, I would think that you were either sick, or had a crush.”

“A crush?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Yes, that would make sense.”

“It would? But, on who?” Though he tried to hide it, his extreme curiosity coated his words.

“Hmm. Perhaps [y/n].” He begins to pet the cat again, and it lets out a contempt chirp. “Yes, as I think about it, I believe it is correct.” He beams at Genji. “Thank you.”

“It is no problem.”

Good friends, to Genji, were hard to come by. Sure, he had many acquaintances, but not many people above that.

It took maybe a day of knowing each other to move into friendship. He was ecstatic, to say the least, to find someone so fond of his presence, and who would also laugh at his lame jokes (to which he told a lot).

“High five!” You boast, and he complies, following it up with a fist bump. Childish, he knew, but he was allowed to be such. “Haha! Nice.”

“No fair!” Lúcio fakes a huff. “I’m not used to going on three! I panicked!”

“Okay, my turn.” You place your fist in your palm, determination in your eyes, “Me and you, death match.”

“I will not lose to you again!” He readies his stance, Angela counts down, and you both release your weapons.

“Paper beats rock, Genji wins.” She announces.

Lúcio knowingly sets his hand on your shoulder as your head falls. “Looks like we got cleaning duty.” You groan loudly and he nods solemnly, “Me too.”

“It’s best to get started now.” Angela starts, shooing the two of you out. “The storage room needs a lot of work.”

“We know,” you sigh and turn to leave, “c'mon Lúcio.”

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Genji begins his speed walk out, only to be stopped by Mercy’s expecting hum.

“You weren’t expecting to leave without giving me an update, now were you?” His shoulders droop, knowing he’s already lost.

“No, of course not Doctor Ziegler.” Curse his polite nature! He knew she only wanted to gossip, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be rude enough to lie in order then leave.

She clasps her hands excitedly and smiles wide. “So, any new developments?”

“No, nothing has changed.” Her smile disappears slightly.

“Still nothing?” He nods and she frowns, “Genji, I thought Saturday was the day!”

“It was.” He crossed his arms, pausing his thought, carefully choosing his words. “Until I accidentally spilled juice on them.”

She was struck with silence. “I- and how did that happen?”

He places his head into his hand, “I was……….showing off…….”

“Genji,” he hears her scolding him, “we talked about this!”

“Yes, I recall.” He runs his hand down his faceplate, “I was nervous and not thinking. I did apologize, but that may have made things worse.”

“Is that why there was broken glass on the floor?”


She let out a short sigh, “You do tend to make a big fuss around them.” Steam leaks from his shoulders and he turns his head away. She shakes her head, tapping her foot against the floor. “Maybe it would be easier if you didn’t try so hard. I’m afraid, at this rate, you might end up really hurting someone.”

He shifts on his feet and nods slightly. “You are right. I should try to handle this less forcibly.”

“Do you want me to brain storm ideas with you?” She offers.

He perks up a small bit, “It would be most appreciated.”

It was no secret that you were immediately shy upon meeting the cowboy. But there was something else about you, something……..odd.

Maybe that wasn’t the best way to put it- yet he didn’t know what else it would be. So, his curiosity drove him to you. He needed to know what it was.

Now, believe it or not, Jesse was a smart man; and when feelings started to occur, he immediately started to distance himself, only to realize that he was in too deep.

For him, a fling was something he could handle. Real romance? Haha! No.

“Hey! Mr. Jesse, any chance I could talk with you?” Oh, it was that Lúcio kid. What could he want to talk about? They weren’t exactly friends; more like acquaintances.

“Sure, I guess?” He shoves his hand into his pocket, and uses the other one to scratch his beard. “‘Bout what, exactly?”

“[y/n]-” Why you? What about you would he want to talk about? Oh. Oh god! The jig is up, he knows; he’s gonna tell you! Abort, ABORT.

“You doin’ okay over there, buddy?” Lúcio sways slightly on his heels, “You’re getting a little pale.”

He coughs in his hand to rid himself of nerves. “Yeah, just dehydrated, I reckon.” His body feels a bit more clunky, “I didn’t quite catch what you said there before.”

Moment of truth. He knew this day was coming, but did he prepare for it? No.

“If you say so…” He wasn’t entirely convinced; it was written all over his eyes.

He distantly remember you telling him that Lúcio was incredible at reading people, and that wasn’t helping him calm down one bit.

“I was just asking what you thought I should get for their birthday?”


Well, doesn’t he just feel like an idiot.

“I’m sure whatever’s fine.” He wanted this conversation to end so that he could go to his room and scold himself for getting so worked up over nothing.

“Are you sure your okay? Nothing’s up?” There was a pause, not long enough for him to respond. “Is it about [y/n]?”


“It is!” He exclaims, pointing. Man, he was good at reading people.

“No, it’s not!” Jesse crosses his arm, glancing around the room. He’d rather not talk about this in a public place.

“I promise I won’t tell no body!” This boy was getting excited. He shuffles over to him and jokingly jabs his side with his elbow. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll be my present to them, huh?”

“Now that’s just ridic-”

“Oh my god. I was just joking! I didn’t know that you actually liked them!” How much more excited could this kid get?

“Look, I don’t really want to talk about it.” He lifts his hat off his head, runs his fingers through his hair, and places it back on his head. “Not here, anyway.” He gestures to the open, and thankfully empty, lounge.

“Oh yeah, got it!” The Dj whispers at him with a wink. “I’m totally willing to help you out, dude!”

“I….. just might take you up on that offer.”


“Not if you keep shouting!”



I really like writing Lúcio……. Can you tell?

(I’m also really tired, so please excuse my mistakes ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ)

Feel Me (renewed)

Bucky x (enhanced) Reader

Notes: anxiety, emotional stress, flirting, smut, fluff

A/N: So here it is guys! The new version of Feel Me, I hope you enjoy the parts I’ve added. There’s gonna be more. Some more emotions are still to be explored, so I’ll get those out there when I get to them. Happy reading! xxx

After living in New York for little over two years, you had a steady job at a lunchroom. It wasn’t all that glamorous, but you enjoyed it. The place was quiet, kind of secluded, but often moderately busy with regular patrons.

The second week in working your new job, in a new city, in a new country even, a man walked through the door just as you opened up shop. He seemed shy, timid, and waited patiently until you finished locking down the doors so they wouldn’t slam shut with the wind picking up.

Keep reading

Each house as: Carrie Fisher tweets
  • Gryffindor: That chain only"enslaved"me until I could use the frabjous thing to KILL THAT DROOLING SWOLLEN SUPERTONGUED SLUG&whirl him off into infinity
  • Hufflepuff: [under a group pic of TFA] Finn,Rey,General"my floating head" Baboon Ass Hair &Double Headed Boy Dark Side o'Fries
  • Ravenclaw: Where is the jig when it's not up? I want a postcard from there. Any takers?
  • Slytherin: Apparently Gary is the Hot Slut of the Day..damn! Missed again!The main thing is that my stockings R from the V&A
The Styles Effect Pt. 1

Part Two

Requests Open

Warnings: Cursing, feelings, multiple parts (slowish burn)

Pairing: Reader x Harry(s)


Y/n finds a notification on her phone asking to make a wish.

Little did she think that her wishing all her Harry fanfictions to come to life would actually come true, and the craziness it would bring.

Keep reading

Imagine you and your boyfriend are off to your parents for dinner. You’ve not told your parents that their only son is pregnant and you have been struggling to hide your growing belly from them. But tonight you’re going to break the news to them.

Your boyfriend and you head to the bathroom to wash up for dinner and a few innocent rubs of your belly and a kiss on the neck leads to your boyfriend pinning you to the wall and fucking you.

You remind your boyfriend he needs to pull out or risk adding another baby to the two already growing inside you. He’s getting close and you start to panic, but it’s too late as he explodes inside you.
Angrily, you pull off him and express how hard it is to hide your belly now and that with another it will be impossible.

You are interrupted by your belly swelling under your hands; the newest addition quickly growing to catch up in size to the others. Your shirt lifts past your belly button and you feel your hips widen slightly.
The growing stops and you look full- term with one; but you’re only 5 months along.
You tug at your shirt trying to cover it, but it’s no good. The jig is up as there will be no more hiding this belly anymore.
A shout from downstairs from your mom telling you dinner is ready brings you back to reality. Good thing you were planning on telling them already…

:( The Jig is Up Guys

Hello everyone! 

We here at DashCon2017 apologize profusely for the blatant lies we told about how we would be hosting our convention at McCormick Place in Chicago. We will not actually be hosting it at McCormick Place in Chicago. This is also why we have deleted the original post announcing where we were at.

As I’m sure you’ve guessed by this point, DashCon2017 does not actually exist. We will still be updating this blog as the time approaches the date we originally set up for our pretend convention, since we have put a surprising amount of effort into planning some of ruses we would be pulling to make this look more legit. However, there will not be any convention taking place at any convention center. At this point, feel free to meme it up in the comments, since that was part of the original goal for those who figured out we were fake after we posted the pictures we had planned. 

Anyways, we here at DashCon2017, hope that you enjoy today, and look forward to more updates as they happen! (we also wouldn’t mind some shilling as a parody account, because we DID put in a ridiculous amount of work on some of the updates we have planned)



P.S. There will be a ballpit, and it will be the original… pee free for your convenience ;)