omg what i did just write


can we just take a moment and think about what would’ve happened if Bryan Fuller wrote Sherlock.










(look how fricking excited he is omg)





just let this man write season 5, he’ll fix everything

Isak and Even hair drabble | what even is this tho?

I miss Isak, I miss Even…I wonder what they are doing right now…

I imagine that they are being goofy as always, showing their affection by arguing about something silly like 

OMG like Isak deciding that he wants to get a flipping haircut! And Even is just like NO !!!!! FUCKING !!! WAY !!!! BOI. He is literally so offended and I mean this actually turns super serious. Isak kinda just said it one day like “Ugh my hair is getting so long, and it’s so curly and so annoying and I just want to chop it all off” and Even’s all like “lol don’t do that baby, you would not pull of bald. You’d look like a cute baby egg” and then he just kisses his golden curls and Isak playfully slaps him away while grinning “Shut up! I would not, I’d look like a fucking king” 

Even just laughs and is like “sure baby” 

but then of course eventually it gets serious??? like Isak brings it up again one day, like Even mentions a film he wants to go see and Isak is like “Oh let me know the time it’s on because I was thinking of getting my hair cut on Sunday” and Even just like freezes and is all “EXCUSE ME? wot da fuq” and Isak looks up at him and is like “yeah i mean i’m just gonna get it cut a little shorter so it’s not as curly and annoying.” Even’s hand (which was stroking all of Isak’s ‘annoying’ curls) has just stopped in his hair and he is just Not. Chill. At. All. he looks at Isak with his mouth all open and pouty “You are not cutting your hair.” he declares meeting Isaks eyes. 

Isak laughs “what??” he shouts amused and surprised at the passion inside his boys voice over his damn hair. Even just tilts his face down and gives Isak his “I am not kidding babe your not going there, fight me boo” look. 

and Isak just laughs before shouting “oh my gosh your being ridiculous! It’s just hair It doesn’t even matter EVEEEEEN!” 

so then Even just thinks oh you want to fucking start this before smiling and nodding. Isak nods with pride thinking he’s won this fight befooooore Even says 

“You know what? You’re right, summer is coming up and it just gets so hot, I think i’ll go and get my hair cut with you.” 



Isak looks back up at him in horror “NEI!” he practically screams before he could rethink it. 

Even’s eyebrows shoot up smugly “what? no? But baby it’s just hair right?” 

Isak rolls his eyes and crosses his arms in defeat “Fine…fine no fucking hair cut. I hate you.” 

Even rolls over and pulls grumpy Isak closer to him, holding him against his chest. “You love me…” He runs his hand through Isak’s prince hair and kisses it before whispering in his ear “and I love your hair.” 

Isak smiles to himself and blushes. He would never tell Even but after hearing those words from the man of his life, Isak has never looked after his precious curls more.  


The cringy unoriginal title 

Hi omg okay this is my first official piece! someone requested a cheating one shot and they got it! i 100% do not condone cheating this is just a story for entertainment….that being said go easy on me this isn’t proof read and its probably really cringy as i don’t do well writing for other people LOL LOVE YOU

request: can you do one where harry cheats on his missus?

Harry’s fucked.

he’s completely and utterly fucked.

he doesn’t know what in gods name compelled him to do what he did. he can’t believe he did it himself when he has you.

alcohol has always been the devil on his shoulder telling him ‘just one more drink’ and by the way his head was throbbing, he certainly had a few more drinks. Rubbing his hands over his sleep filled eyes he looked over his right shoulder at the pretty lass tangled in his sheets, he doesn’t even remember her name or how he ended up with her in YOUR flat, on YOUR side of the bed

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Title: Jealous of a Fossil (Fem! Reader x Peter Parker) 

Summary: The ultimate Avengers fangirl’s best friend, Peter Parker, takes the reader to meet the Avengers; including their huge celebrity crush, Steve Rogers.

Word Count: 1593

A/N: I hope this brings you a sense of joy today, like it did for me. I’ve been in such a slump lately,  just so sad and defeated? This definitely helped. I love writing this cute imagines omg. I hope you enjoy!!

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Mr. Oh || Crack!Convo

Sehun: “(Y/N), where’s my coffee?”

(Y/N): “On your desk, sir.”

Sehun: “Really? Where on my desk, (Y/N)? Because it isn’t here.”

(Y/N): “Mr. Oh, it was here moments ago. I don’t know-”

Sehun: “(Y/N). Do you know where your boyfriend is?”

(Y/N): “At work, sir?”

Sehun: “Wrong. He’s probably at his booty call’s house at this very moment.”

(Y/N): That was uncalled for, sir. He told me he’s working-”

Sehun: “And you told me my coffee was on my desk. I guess we’ve both been lied to.”

What did I just write omg

You Should’ve Come To Shiratorizawa!

Originally posted by nordlige-oyene

A/N: [CHRISTMAS SENTENCE PROMPTS FIC #2] Haikyuu!! (Ushijima/Oikawa, lee Oikawa) - 18: “Are you baking something?”

Okay dear nonnie firstly: I LOVE your idea, I have never written these two and omg I couldn’t keep myself from adding my fav gif, soorry. Second: how what huh I couldn’t see the connection to the prompt sentence you chose, but oh well!!! I did it! and here it is!XD P.S. I changed the prompt a liiittle bit, only a little.

Summary: Oikawa runs into Ushijima at the mall during Christmas shopping chaos-times, and it’s gonna be an encounter to remember. //featuring merciless ler Ushijima and a super ticklish humiliated Oikawa.

Word Count: 1225

“Hey there. Are you baking something?” Oikawa wiggled his eyebrows in a flirty way at the girl who stood at the cookie stand, making samples for everyone to try. It was only two weekends before Christmas, but the entire mall was one big Christmas party already, or more like chaos.

Families, couples, everyone was going crazy with Christmas-shopping. Oikawa was going easy though. All he needed was some new aftershave for himself, and maybe something nice to snack. Why should he bother to buy Christmas presents if his loved ones had him in their lives? That alone was enough of a gift, ha.

He didn’t care he was frustrating everyone by walking very slowly through the shops, and he didn’t care people were now glaring at him when he distracted the girl from the Christmas cookie stand.

“I ehh, yes! Would you like to try?” she asked, holding up one of the sample cookies that was finished already.

“Sure! Aaaahn~” Oikawa closed his eyes and leaned forward, his mouth opening wide.


Both Oikawa and the girl looked up in shock when an annoyed customer in line snatched the cookie away right before he could take it in his mouth. One very tall customer… and no one else but Ushijima Wakatoshi.

“You should’ve come to Shiratorizawa. Look at what a pathetic human being you became,” Ushijima scolded, and he ate the cookie.

“One of these please.” So the jerk liked the cookie, Oikawa thought as he was pushed to the side, and he watched in shock how the petrified girl gave Ushijima a package of Christmas cookies.

“So even the great Ushiwaka does some Christmas shopping huh?” Oikawa mocked after Ushijima finished paying and stepped to the side to make room for the next customers.

“Careful. The strangest one is you after all for not doing any Christmas shopping,” Ushijima said, looking Oikawa up and down with a look of disapproval at Oikawa’s casual and nonchalant attitude.

The Seijoh captain wasn’t carrying any bags filled with Christmas stuff like everyone else, he just stood there with his hands tucked in his pockets, walking around the mall in search for the few things he needed.

“Am I strange because of that?” Oikawa snorted.

“And for not coming to Shiratorizawa.” This made Oikawa stomp his foot and he jabbed a finger at Ushijima.

“You and your forever whining! Why would I come to Shiratorifuckzawa? Never! You know why? Because you are there!” Oikawa ranted, and he shared his frustration even more with a lovely kick at Ushijima’s shopping bag. The sound of cracking cookies was heard, and Ushijima looked at him with a rather terrifying look.

“Now you’ve done it.” Oikawa’s mischief got shattered the moment Ushijima shot him that death-glare, and he froze completely when the creepy guy approached him. 

Ushijima dropped his bags, grabbed a tight hold of Oikawa who only then started to flail around to escape, and he clawed at both his sides.

“UUFFFHh- whaaat thehehe nooo!!!” Oikawa had prepared for anything, even the most random wrestling match would have been okay. But he was… tickling him? 

Having turned in his grip, Oikawa stood with his back against Ushijima who hungrily hunted for the opening in his jacket. Once he found it, his fingers ran all over Oikawa’s shirt-covered torso, wiggling, poking and squeezing.

“NO- HAHa! Why! NOhoho!” Oikawa squealed, and from his position he could see how people laughed at his predicament and oh God they were still too close to the cookie stand. 

The girl he had been flirting with earlier giggled at what would seem like a playful struggle, but Oikawa was pretty sure this was Ushijima’s death-attack, since only now he realized how humiliating this actually was.

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OGJKDSJKG OMG I JUST REMEMBERED SOMETHING WILD FROM COLLEGE  omg okay so every wednesday I had a 3 hour elective humanities class and the semester started getting so hectic I realized I wouldn’t be able to waste 3 hours every wednesday in the fucking class 

so I had a friend that had a 4 hour break during that wednesday that was friends with one of my other friends in class. and generally she would just sleep during those 4 hours MY FRIEND STARTED GOING TO MY FUCKING CLASS FOR ME SO MY ATTENDANCE WOULD BE THERE AND WOULD LITERALLY PARTICIPATE IN GROUP DISCUSSION AND OR SLEEP THE ENTIRE TIME AND ALL I DID WAS WRITE MY ESSAYS AND GO IN ONCE IN A WHILE FOR A TEST ON WORK I NEVER WAS EVEN IN CLASS FOR 


Conor Maynard - Road Trip (ft. Joe Sugg)

Anon: Hello there :) Lately I’m kinda obsessed with Joe’s recent vlog about going to Portsmouth with Conor and I was wondering if you’d like to write an imagine where the reader goes on a road trip either with just Conor, or Conor and Joe? I literally can’t get that imagine out of my head, it’s been haunting me for days lol xD

A/N: OMG I’m really into this! That vlog was so good, I know what you mean. I’ll try my best. I didn’t really stick to the vlog, but just used it as a guideline.
P.s. only after I finished it did I realise you probably meant like a whole other road trip. Which would have made sense. If that’s what you were looking for just let me know, I might give it another shot some other time.

Word count: 1793

“(Y/N) let’s go! It’s literally just one night you don’t even need to pack anything oh my god!”, Conor was laughing with Joes as they waited for you. You and the two boys were going on a little road trip to Portsmouth. Conor had a gig at one of the University’s there and you along with the rest of the boys wanted to support him.

“You’ll wish you listened to me and at least brought a change of clothes”, you replied rather smugly.

“We’re men (Y/N). We can handle it all” Joe did a sumo squat and flexed his muscles at you. Both boys must have noticed your gaze lingering on Joe’s arms a little longer than necessary. Joe immediately bounced back into a normal position when Conor cleared his throat.

“Let’s get going then?” you were excited to go on a little adventure with the boys. On the plus side, you got to watch Conor perform which always made your day. You grabbed your small cross-body bag and the larger tote in which you packed a change of clothes in case of emergency, your make-up bag, and deodorant. Joe rolled his eyes at your tote and made fun of you for it as the three of you made your way to the car.

“SHOTGUN!” Joe shouted as he ran to the front seat of the car.

“Sorry (Y/N)”, Conor laughed as he got in the driver’s seat, and you in the back.

“Nah I’m good back here. I’ve got three seats all to myself, and I don’t have to help you if we get lost”, you positioned yourself comfortably in the backseat, already kicking of your shoes and getting comfy.

“ROAD TRIP!” Joe yelled as he got his vlogging camera out. You mostly stayed out of his vlog excluding the occasional interruptions. He and Conor did their thing while they vlogged, Joe ranting about how excited he was, Conor butting in with his jokes. You smiled as he ended the vlog, happy that you got to spend time with your mates.

“CONOR”, you suddenly shouted as realisation hit you.

He turned around frantically, “What? What happened?”

“Are you okay?” Joe chipped in.

“I am, but my tummy isn’t. Where are the snacks?”

“Good god (Y/N) you gave me a bloody heart attack!” Conor had his hand over his heart.

Joe was cackling in the front seat at his friends’ reaction. “Yeah mate, where are the snacks? You’re a horrible, what’d you call it, host, driver, thing”, he tried to explain himself. “Yeah well you just suck mate, you call this a road trip with no snacks?”

“What you don’t have any snacks in your Mary Poppins bag?”, Conor joked at your bag from before.

“HA HA. Can we just stop on the way and get some? Please?” you added, dragging your plea.

“We’ll stop and get more petrol, and you can go get the snacks, yeah?”

As soon as the car hit park at the petrol station, you jumped out and ran straight to the store, leaving the boys to deal with the petrol. You ran around the store, grabbing as much snacks, candy and drinks as you could. You knew you were going overboard, but you didn’t really care. You could always finish them another time. When you were done picking snacks, you went to the cashier where the Conor was waiting having just paid for the petrol. He burst out laughing the moment he saw you. “Sure you got enough there?”

“Laugh at me and you’re not getting any Maynard” you turned to pay for the snacks. Conor tried to but in and pay, but you pushed him away, trusting the bills to the cashier. “I got it, pop star. I can afford some snacks without a number one album”, you teased.

“Oh, but you love the perks that come with being friends with someone famous”, he pursed his lips, imitating the ‘I-want-to-be-famous’ meme.

Paying for the snacks, you and Conor made your way back to the car, where Joe was talking to his camera again. “Oh yeah now they come back. After 10 bloody years”, he spoke into his camera. “What took you so long anyway? Eh?”, he winked at you both, then back at the camera, “These two ahh-”

“Shut up Sugg!” Conor tried knocking his camera off his hands the same time you leaned around from the backseat to tackle Joe, “Joe! Don’t say shit like that!”

You didn’t want anyone, especially not the boys’ fans to find out you harboured a crush on the oldest Maynard. Joe cried out and raised his arms in attempt to shield himself as you attacked him. Conor started driving out of the petrol kiosk, causing you to fly back into the backseat. “God Conor!”

“Oops, sorry love”, he glanced back apologetically. You smiled back at him reassuringly out of instinct, hitting Joe’s head when you noticed him smirking at the two of you.

“Let’s get this party started!” you changed the subject, getting your phone out to DJ the rest of the journey.

“(Y/N) we’re actually heading to the party now. That’s why we’re in the car”, the boys laughed at you. You ignored them scrolled through your playlist to find a song.

“Aren’t you glad I got the snacks?” you asked, pulling them out as Joe complained about being hungry only a minutes after leaving the petrol station. You handed Joe a packet of crisps, while you opened another for yourself. You fed Conor from behind seeing as he couldn’t feed himself while driving. “Thanks babe”, he said unconsciously. Your face turned a furious shade of red and you hid behind the headrest, while Joe almost shat himself trying to conceal his laughter.

The three of you spent the journey jamming out to all your favourite songs. Sometime later, Conor stopped singing along, mostly trying to figure out your whereabouts. “At least now we can sing without feeling so shit about ourselves eh?” you joked.

“I’m sorry I only listen to Conor Maynard songs. Everything else is shit”, he proclaimed, pretending to be obnoxious.

The jokes continued from there, and by the time the three of you reached the University, you were all in hysterics, Conor was pretty much red from trying to control himself as he had to concentrate on the road, while you and Joe were close to shitting yourselves from laughing too much. He pulled the car into park, leaning back and turning around to stare at you incredulously, “You’re joking! There’s no way you would ever do that.”

In between hiccups, you managed to get a few words out, “I didn’t plan on it! It just happened!” Your face red from embarrassment and eyes teary from laughter.

“You’re bloody rank you know that” Joe looked to you in disgust.

“I was nervous okay? Besides I know for a fact you’ve both done worse”, you defended.

“Yeah but that’s me! I’m a disgusting old podger aren’t I?”

“I couldn’t control myself!”

“God (Y/N), I never thought there’d be a day when I found out you shat yourself in a pool party”, Conor’s face scrunched up as he laughed at that thought.

“Don’t you dare vlog it Joseph Graham Sugg!” you shouted, seeing Joe get his camera out.

Conor gave him a warning look, and he slid it back into his pocket, sulking. “Imagine the views (Y/N)”, he pouted.

You three finally got out after calming yourselves down, making your way to meet the rest. Upon reaching, Joe introduced you and Conor to his cousin, Keiran. You and Joe went off with Keiran to meet everyone else, while Conor left for a sound check. You hung out with the other boys, goofing around and having a few drinks. You met a couple of Keiran’s friends as well. You, Joe and the rest of the buttercreams present were pretty much the only ones who didn’t actually attend University at the little party in one of the dorm kitchens. A few minutes in and Mikey had managed to spill his drink everywhere, but everyone was really chilled about it. It could have also been because Mikey had convinced most of them he was Michael Buble’s son. You were surprised so many of them believed him. You suspected they were just having a laugh and letting Mikey have his fun.

A couple of hours in, the lot of you made your way to the hall where Conor was performing. It took a while to find Joe and Jack though. The two were in his cousin’s dorm, where Jack was blowing Joe. Well not quite in that sense actually. You later found that Joe had spilled a drink down his pants and Jack was helping him dry off with a hairdryer. That was a sight in itself.

The lot of you found yourself backstage with Conor, and a whole lot more drinks. you found it remarkable how Conor was so at ease before performing in front of such a huge crowd. It was one of the many things that attracted you to him. His easy-going presence and ability to calm you down always made you smile.

Conor had to leave to get ready for his performance soon enough, so you all left him. Making your way to the other side of the hall where you could watch him perform. You felt a wave of emotions hit you, rather gently though, as he came on stage. The sound of his voice caused goose bumps to appear on your arms. The high notes send tingles down your spine. You watched in awe as he sang with so much emotion, yet not making it an emotional gig. Somehow, while he was on stage, he managed to find you in the crowd above, sending you a cheeky little wink that you were sure did not go unnoticed by the boys. His gig ended, and the lot of you made your way backstage to find him.

“You were bloody amazing as usual”, you said, hugging him.

“Oh stop it. You’re making me blush (Y/N)”, he faked a giggle and blush. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, all of you making your way to the cars you came in.

“Anyone fancy some McDonalds?” Mikey piped up.

“Yes”, he dragged out, “I’m starving oh my god!”

The night ended with all of you at the nearest McDonalds, pigging out and having a right laugh. Conor and Joe took it upon themselves to embarrass you and tell everyone the classic tale of how you shat yourself at a pool party.

“If it makes you feel any better, I literally shit myself all the time”, Conor whispered in your ear, his arm around you as he picked your fries, and you, his ice cream.


As a Thank you...

I feel like I’ve veered a bit of course from my usual absolute and extremely detailed smuttness, by taking a vacation to sensual, slightly melancholy land. I blame the way of the Outlander world, at current, which is reflecting in my own world. See my extremely depressing post last week on that.

But, I am extremely close to 300 followers, (a small amount compared to some of you fine ladies, but huge to me). And in honour of that, I will attempt an incredibly dirty, filthy, OMG-did-she-just-write-that, Sam/Cait fuckfest to hopefully distract you all, (and myself) from what we see on Twitter, etc. 

Towels & Hormones

Summary: Marco sees Star in a towel—just a towel. Aged 15-16.

Pairing: Star x Marco

Show: Star vs. the Forces of Evil

Rating: T

A/N: seriously guys this was in my phone for like, months. Meant to be a little comedic. Long rambly tags and reblogs would make my entire life

It was a regular Thursday evening, as Marco finally finished his nightly routine. Cozy in his pajamas, he finally set the comb down and headed to his bed to read a few chapters of his book. Just outside his door, however, was Miss Star Butterfly gathering up her things to shower next. It had been a long day fighting monsters and trying to get through excruciating hours of school, and she was more than excited to have a nice, relaxing shower.

Locking the door behind her, Star finally began unzipping her blue dress and pinning her hair up into a messy bun. Completely naked and almost finishing her bun, her eyes scanned the counter for her comb. She knew she left it around her somewhere. Then it hit her. “Marco must’ve brought it to his room again! Ugh.” Star was way too lazy to put all of her clothes back on just to get her comb. Instead, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body before heading over to Marco’s bedroom. Knocking a few times before disregarding a “come in”, the Mewni princess came in anyway.

“Marco! I told you to stop taking my comb to your room! If you’re gonna use it, use it in the bathroom please!” She scolded him, scanning the bedroom for the wanted item.

“Star, would you calm down? It’s right over–” Marco looked up from his book, unaware of the princess’s lack of clothing. Still oblivious to the boy’s staring, Star was still scanning the room for it. “Uh-umm–there, sorry…” Marco fumbled over his words as he saw her walk across the room to retrieve the comb. Never had he seen her like that before. Really, all she had to do was get the towel stuck in something and she would be completely–no, he couldn’t dare think of Star that way. This was his best friend for crying out loud.

“Thank you, Marco!” Star sang happily before being on her way back to the bathroom, not waiting to hear Marco mumble anything. Marco heard the bathroom door lock, the water starting, and the princess singing. As much as he tried to get back to his book and Star’s image out of his head, it would not go away. He thought of her in ways that he never thought imaginable. Of course, it was normal for 14-year-old boys to think about this kind of stuff. Y'know, hormones and all. But, he’d expect this kind of behavior if Jackie walked in his room practically naked, not Star. But no matter how long it took him to read one sentence of his book, Star wrapped in a towel kept wrapping around his mind.

“Get it together, Diaz! This is so not the time to be thinking your best friend’s hot.” His conscience rang through his mind. He heard the water stop, the unlocking of the bathroom door, and footsteps coming closer. A few seconds later, Star’s head pops in his door, only showing the top part of her towel covering her chest.

“Hey! You have the alarm set up for tomorrow? Big day ahead of us! We want to be early!” She reminded him cheerfully. He smiled and nodded nervously.

“Are you sure? Let me see!” The door opened wider. Oh no, she’s coming in! In her towel again! Marco shakily tapped his phone to the alarm section and showed it to Star, to which she was happily satisfied.

“Awesome! See ya in the morning, Marco!” She said, heading out the door for the last time of the night.

“Hey, make sure you wear clothes next time you come in my room!” He called out, half joking.

“Oh calm down, you didn’t see anything, did you?” She laughed already halfway out the door. He sighed, clearly in defeat and frustration.

This girl is going to drive him into hysterics. He felt it. In more places than one. Damn hormones.

anonymous asked:

Can I request little scenarios of iwa, akaashi, and Bokuto's s/o barge into their room first thing in the morning and accidentally see them in their boxers? xxx

Omg this omg don’t mind if I do.
Alicia (probably): Dree please don’t scare the volleynerds
Dree: awwwww
Anyway, I was just about to sleep when I saw this and it’s uh-may-zhang. Mind if I take the bite???

So… I’m… drawing a blank for Oikawa… aaaaaaand I’m cramming 600 pages of summer reading…. Now, I probably know what you’re thinking… and the answer is yes. Yes, I did procrastinate and write this request while I’m supposed to be reading…

I hope you like this!!!

~ Dree


Iwaizumi groaned out in relief as the water rained down on him. His muscles had been aching from all of the practice matches the team went through the past week. It didn’t help either when his body decided it would be best to just pass out on his bed last night. Now, he was paying the price.

[Y/N] thought today would be the perfect day to spend some time with their amazing boyfriend. They haven’t gone on a proper date for what felt like forever and they were sure Iwaizumi needed a break. They rang the doorbell and waited for Mrs. Iwaizumi to answer. “Good morning, auntie! Is Hajime home?”

“ [Y/N]-chan! Come in! Hajime’s in his room. Go ahead.” Mrs. Iwaizumi gave them a huge smile, ushering them up the stairs.

It was like fate was playing with them. [Y/N] quickly opened the door to his room, the same time Iwaizumi came out of the bathroom. “Hajime! Let’s go out!”

Iwaizumi stayed glued to the spot with his hand on the towel drying his hair. He stared at them with wide eyes. It was kind of funny. A buff man in his underwear coming out of the shower, looking like he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It didn’t take long until both of them were red all over. Quickly, [Y/N] slammed the door shut and stammered an apology. “Don’t you know how to knock?!” Iwaizumi said from inside the room, hurriedly putting a pair of sweats on.

“I know how to knock!” They defended quickly. “You should have put your clothes on!”

“I’ll remember I need to cover up when I leave the shower.” Iwaizumi’s tone was wry.

“My eyes, Hajime! My eyes!”

“Why do you sound like the victim here?”

“Because I am! This is sexual assault, you know that? You flashed me without consent.”

Iwaizumi came out of the bathroom fully-clothed this time. “It’s not like you didn’t like it.” They stared at him, not believing that just came out of his mouth.


“Did you just-?”

“That never happened.”


“ No.”

They smiled at him before sliding their arms around him. “You’re right, though. I loved the show.”

Iwaizumi turned a dark shade of red and looked away from them.


Sunlight streamed into Akaashi’s bedroom, bathing it a soft hue. The setter continued to sleep on, unaffected by the intruder. Granted, the sunlight wasn’t the only intruder. [Y/N] watched as their boyfriend slept away. It wasn’t everyday that they were granted the opportunity to see him so vulnerable to the world. Akaashi’s smile was softer than they had ever seen and it almost made them want to just skip the movies and stay in bed all day. But they knew he wouldn’t take kindly to that.

“Keiji, wake up.” [Y/N] lightly nudged him while singing their words. Truthfully, they didn’t want him to wake up. Maybe it would give them the chance to cuddle all morning. But they knew they were going to feel guilty if they didn’t try to wake him up. “Keiji, come on love.”

Akaashi’s eyelashes fluttered as he let out a soft mewl. [Y/N] honestly wanted to squeal out loud, right then and there. “[Y/N]?” His voice was a low timbre.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” They greeted him brightly. “Time to get up~” Akaashi looked at them drowsily before bringing his arm out from the blanket. [Y/N] leaned in in curiosity. “Keij-eek!” Akaashi pulled them onto his bed, wrapping his arms around them. [Y/N] looked at Akaashi in surprise, about to ask what’s gotten into the setter. But Akaashi looked so peaceful with his eyes closed and his breathing soft.

[Y/N] hugged him back, ready to fall asleep with him, when they felt his warm skin. “Keiji?”

“ Hmmm?”

“Why are you only in your boxers?”

“It was hot last night.”


“[Y/N], please stop feeling my body.”

[Y/N] ignored the red setter as they kept running their hands along Akaashi’s chest and abdomen. They stared in wonder at the body their significant other rarely showed off. “I can’t help it, Keiji! It’s not my fault you’re gorgeous by default!”

“Don’t we have a date to go on?”

“Can we just… not?” They asked him sweetly, their hand resting on his chest.

Akaashi sighed in resignation. “Alright. But don’t complain to me when we can’t go on dates anymore once official matches are close.”

They pouted up at him. “No fair!”


[Y/N] stirred as their phone rang through their room. They were tempted to ignore it but they figured Bokuto was interrupting their sleep for a good reason. “Hello?”

“[Y/N]-kun! [Y/N]-kun! COME OVER! IT’S AN EMERGENCY!!!” His voice was loud and, in their groggy state of mind, frantic. Though, the word emergency being screamed into their ear was enough to get them moving around.

It wasn’t long before [Y/N] arrived at the ace’s house, using the spare key Bokuto showed them. They immediately found their way to his room and threw open the door. “Kou?! I came here as fast as I could what’s wrong?! Do I need to call an ambulance?! Are you hu- oh my gods.” Their jaw hung loose as they saw their boyfriend’s current state.

“Well, [Y/N], we’re gonna need an owl-bulance cuz I’m sure you’re gonna pass out at the sight of these babies.” There Bokuto stood in front of his mirror, posing here and there, sporting some kind of clothing. He turned around to see them sink to the floor. “Look what Kuroo got me! The best bro in the world!” He struck a pose in front of them again, accentuating the design on the pair of boxers.

[Y/N] looked at him again and only just realized the situation. They slapped their hands over their eyes as they turned a shade of red. “Kou, put some clothes on!”

“Boxers are clothes, [Y/N]-kun.” He wasn’t even looking at them as he looked at his backside. He saw their reflection in the mirror and grinned. “I don’t know why you’re getting embarrassed, [Y/N]-kun. I wasn’t embarrassed when I saw you in your underwear.”

[Y/N]’s head snapped up quicker than a jack-in-a-box. “You what?”

“I saw you in your underwear.” Bokuto sounded so casual as if he’s seen them a thousand times. “You looked really cute, by the way. I really think white is a good color on you. Maybe if you add gold and black… Oh yeah that would be AWESOME.” He turned to look at them, expecting them to agree with him. However, he was met with a deadly glare.



Bokuto cuddled up to [Y/N], looking for their affection. “I’m sorry. It was an accident. The door was open and I thought you were dressed.”

They pouted as they avoided looking at him. He always had those big puppy-dog eyes that made them feel weak inside. “I’ll only forgive you if you get rid of those.”

Bokuto immediately let go of them, jumping to his feet. “What? But- but I love them already.” He looked down at the pair of boxers. Why did he have to throw them away? They were comfy and the design was amazing.

“Kou, they look awful.” [Y/N] looked at it again, blushing. There were huge googly eyes fastened on the front part and a sort of beak protruding near the bottom middle. At least, they think it’s part of the design. They accidentally looked at Bokuto’s face and saw how devastated he looked. [Y/N] never wanted him to be sad… “Kou, I’m sorry. That was a bad joke. I love Kuroo’s gift for you.”

“You don’t have to lie, [Y/N]. But if you love the gift that much, I bought a matching one for you!” He said, holding up an identical pair. Sometimes [Y/N] wonders if they spoil him too much.

omg the Bokuto bonus became more of a scenario than the actual one…


Even in this life, Eren is just as stunning as Levi had remembered, especially now when he finally has the boy sprawled in his sheets. He wakes up just before dawn as usual, carefully tiptoeing around his apartment to avoid disturbing Eren’s sleep. They’d talked and made love all night, and even now Levi finds himself casting longing glances towards the bed and the couple of tufts of brown hair visible from under the covers. How nice it would be to just curl up in Eren’s arms and never let go of him, and once again Levi has to reminds himself that they have all the time in the world now that they’ve at last found each other.

His day begins with a cup of strong coffee and a piece of toast as he sits by the kitchen table, watching the first rays of the sun cast their light upon the city. His apartment has large windows with a view over the busy downtown area, and that’s where he likes to think he creates all his best work. There are unfinished pieces and some painting supplies scattered across the spacious studio apartment, and Eren has gasped in delight upon seeing them.

“That’s so cool, this place really looks like an artist’s home,” he’d chirped, though he’d been mildly confused by the lack of any couches or TVs or other conventional furniture. Levi had been nearly blinded by that beautiful, bright enthusiasm that he’d simply had to kiss Eren right there and then, swallowing up the pleased little sound he’d made at the back of his throat at the sudden show of affection. It had been over a thousand years since their last kiss, after all.

Since Eren had shown up on his gallery opening completely at random without no prior warning and Levi had subsequently whisked him off back to his place as soon as he could, he hadn’t had the chance to hide some of the more embarrassing pieces he’d been working on. Somehow those forest green eyes had made their way to more than one of his works as he’d tried to conjure up the rest of those features that had haunted him for his whole life. Eren’s eyes were all he could recall, so he’d painted them on a dozen different people in an effort to remember. Then, after one shared look across the room when he’d least expected it, he’d been flooded with memories.

The warm, yellow sunlight makes Eren’s skin glow as he nuzzles into his pillow, and without even thinking, Levi finds himself reaching for his sketchpad and oil pastels. He’s never witnessed a more beautiful scene in his life, so of course he’d want to capture it on paper. Now that he finally has Eren, really has him in the flesh, he wants to paint and draw him every which way so that he’ll never forget about his soft, wispy hair and the smooth skin that’s bathed in the golden light of the morning.

With each passing minute, more and more of the gentle light filters in through the windows, accentuating each curve and bend of Eren’s muscles as he lays there, shifting a little so that the duvet covering him slides a little lower. His chest and stomach are bare, now, his arms tucked under his head and those delicious full lips parting as he mumbles something in his sleep. He looks so innocent like this, a kind, lovely soul who’s been through so many hardships that, in this life, he deserves nothing but sweet words and comfort and happiness. A real angel, that’s what he is, and especially now when he’s peacefully resting in the brilliant morning light, Levi could easily believe him to be something ethereal, something out of this world.

Slowly, those forest green eyes blink open, and Levi’s heart stops for a moment as Eren smiles at him in recognition.

“Hey,” he speaks out, his voice hoarse from sleep, so full of affectionate warmth and pure blinding light that even the sun couldn’t rival it. “What time is it?”

“A little past six,” Levi whispers, because somehow this moment feels so divine that he can’t bring himself to speak any louder. “You can go back to sleep if you want, it’s fine.”

Eren’s brows knit together as he sees the sketchpad in Levi’s hand. “Are you drawing me?”

“No.” Levi swallows heavily. “Uh, maybe.”

He waits for disapproval, waits for Eren to scoff at him and tell him that he’s being creepy, but what he gets is only a lopsided smile. “Not sure if I’m that good of a model, though. I thought you were more into modern art, anyway.”

“You’re a perfect model,” Levi states, pleasant flutters running along his spine as he sees a slight blush rising to Eren’s cheeks. “Stay still for a few more minutes, I’m almost done.”

Eren settles back into the pillows, but not before insisting that Levi has to show it to him once he’s done, a condition he gladly agrees to. Though he feels a bit nervous with Eren’s intense gaze on him, his hand is steady as it moves over the paper, drawing softly defined plains of golden light over exposed skin. Eren’s the best and also the most tempting model he could ever have with his long graceful limbs and sleek muscles, his whole body a work of art in itself.

“So beautiful,” Levi speaks under his breath, and Eren probably hears it since he lets out a tiny laugh and buries his face into the pillow.

He’d asked for only a few more minutes, sure, but as Eren changes position and causes the duvet to fall even lower and expose the ample curve of his ass, Levi has to take a very slow, purposeful breath. It’s early, and they have time, he reminds himself. Even so, he thinks he’ll have to examine Eren’s body a little more closely. For artistic reasons, of course. As he sets down his sketchpad and crawls back into bed with Eren, he’s so incredibly warm and content, probably beaming like the damn sun that’s rising over the horizon outside.

I have this idea that InuYasha still wore the locket that Kagome gave him during the 3 year separation, when he was alone he’d sit in the sacred tree and just open and close the locket and when he’d see her picture he’d scoff ( like he’d remember the event of on how mad she was in the picture when he tried to destroy the camera booth.) then he’d kiss her picture, and would close the locket again and would stare at it for a long time till he fell asleep

Originally posted by unforgottenwonderland

Originally posted by hibike

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“Omg, hug me.”

Pre-story : “Elliot, you’re going to get your ass in jail.” “No, I won’t.” “Yeah, you will.” “No, I won’t.” “Elliot, ohmygod, hug me. You’ll totally get slammed by the popo.” “What-?” “What?”

Word count: 636
Rating: PG
A/N: Idea from this post that I made and hey, decided to try it out and just have EVERYONE have a hug. In an Elliot way, cause I get uneasy when doing an actual Rami Malek fanfic. Sue me. 

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Birthday Surprise

Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,678

Warnings: Just fluff in this one.·

Summary: You grew up being best friends with the Ackles family. Mostly Jensen’s sister, Mackenzie, who you are now roommates with. It’s her 21st birthday and Jensen is there to surprise her. All of a sudden he’s seeing you in a different light now, no longer the little girl he remembers. Let’s see where this leads you.·

A/N: Thanks too sincerelysaraahh for helping me brainstorm this! Love you bunches :* So this is the new series that I will be doing and yes it is a Jensen one, so·for this series Jensen will of course be single. Don’t get me wrong in thinking I don’t like Danneel, she is a freaking goddess and I love her….so chillax and enjoy :)

Originally posted by sweetpea9873

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Has a couple days off work...

SO…this inner conversation happens.

Me: “I can get so much writing done!  And some reading, and I can finally start playing “Rise of the Tomb Raider”!

Brain: “K…which one you want to do first?”

Me: “I am a bit behind for the week on writing, so let’s start there.”  *sits at computer and pulls up first document.

Brain: “What’s that sound outside? Hey, let’s listen to that song!  OMG! I just had the perfect idea for a painting.  Speaking of painting, did you post your painting on deviantart yet, you totally shout.  Don’t you need to go to the grocery store???  Are you going to change out of your PJ’s?

Result?  Me wandering around my apartment like a lost puppy…getting nothing done.

Does this happen with everyone else?  Because I can write like three stories before I have to go to work, but somehow when I have a whole day to dedicate to it, everything goes to hell in a hand basket.