one second to relax


Draco feels a tremor tear through him. His fists are clenched, his jaw muscles tense, his chest tight, his knees wobbly. He’s breathing heavily as his stomach twists viciously, the hot feeling inside it beginning to spread, infecting the rest of his body. Like venom. He stares down the empty corridor, lit by torches. His vision blurs, little spots appearing in front of him. He feels dizzy. He wants to scream. He wants this feeling inside of him to take physical form, so he can punch it, destroy it.

He wants the rage to leave his body.

Well, what Draco really wants is the cause of his rage to go away. How many letters from his father is he supposed to receive calmly, while Lucius keeps going on and on about how disappointed he is in his son, not sure if he can be even called his son any longer.

Draco feels sick. His stomach gives another twist, but Draco refuses to show weakness. He will not be sick. No. He hears, rather than feels, his jaw cracking as he tenses his muscles further. His arms are shaking now. Unthinkingly, he turns to the wall and punches it. Hard. He feels no pain, but there’s another cracking sound.

Draco feels his eyes sting, which only makes him angrier. This will not make him cry. He will not spill a single tear over this. And yet, he can’t seem to stop the hot tears from running down his cheeks.

He startles when he hears footsteps echoing off the walls. He hastily wipes the tears away with his sleeve and looks up. Of course. Of course it has to be Potter!

“Malfoy.” He sounds puzzled. “What are you doing here?”

Draco doesn’t answer and averts his eyes, in fear of Potter noticing he just had a moment of weakness.

“Malfoy,” Potter repeats. Draco feels a new surge of anger course through him. He wants to hit Potter. Hexing him wouldn’t be gratifying enough. He wants to physically injure him with his hands, his whole body.

Before Potter knows what’s happening, Draco lunges at him. His fist connects with his jaw and Potter stumbles backward. He blinks a few times, obviously flabbergasted and blinks at Draco stupidly. After a moment, he frowns.

“What the hell, Malfoy?”

Draco lunges at him again, trying to land a punch. His vision blurs once more, making it difficult to see where to hit Potter. But it doesn’t matter. Draco doesn’t care which part of Potter he will injure, as long as it hurts. He wants Potter to hurt as much as he does.

But Potter is fighting back. He hits Draco in the stomach, making him flinch. He welcomes the sharp pain. It numbs the other sensations in his body. It doesn’t last long, though. Once again, he feels detached from his body.

Draco’s not sure, but he thinks he got Potter on his shoulder and punched his chest, knocking the breath out of him. When Draco starts whirling around again, striking out in an uncontrolled manner, he suddenly feels arms encircling him, clutching him.

“Damn it, Malfoy, stop,” Potter shouts. He tightens his grip, trying to get Draco to stop moving. Draco fights against the restraint, tries to break free, but Potter is apparently stronger than him.

“Bloody hell, I heard you’ve been starting fights lately for no apparent reason,” Potter squeezes out while Draco still tries to get him off him. “What is the matter with you?”

Draco just grunts and tries to shove his elbow into Potter’s side. He fails. When all his attempts fail, he finally slumps down. Potter, surprised by the sudden extra weight, tumbles and they both go down.

Draco needs a moment to realise he’s half sitting in Potter’s lap, his body still somewhat encircled by Potter’s arms. It’s too much. Draco can’t take this. The hot tears he spilled earlier are nothing compared to what’s happening right now. He’s choking on his own sobs, every inhale torture to his lungs.

He can’t even win a fight against Potter, Draco thinks bitterly. Is his father right? Is Draco really a disappointment? Draco is faintly aware that he’s heaving and puffing, his chest aching.

“Malfoy,” Potter says quietly, uncertainty clear in his voice. He hasn’t moved his arms and Draco wants to slap them away, because the warmth that’s seeping through his robes is too bittersweet for him to bear. It’s not Potter’s intention to comfort him with this proximity.

“Your hand,” Potter suddenly mutters. Draco looks down at it. His hand his bruised and swollen, the skin on his knuckles cracked. He still doesn’t feel any pain. He’s just numb, like most days lately, not in control of his own body.

He hates that he can’t get up and just leave. He’s still sitting in Potter’s lap, sobbing like a child. Draco feels a tentative finger under his chin and tries to jerk his head away, but Potter’s grip is firm. He forces Draco to look at him and Draco can do nothing against it. He stares at Potter as several emotions pass over his face. His eyes are wide and his mouth opens to release a warm puff of breath. Draco feels it on his face and it’s like Potter has struck him.

The aching in his chest worsens and Draco breaks down completely. He lets his head fall down, not caring where it lands. The fingers under his chin disappear, as Draco’s head hits something solid. Potter’s shoulder, he realises, when something soft tickles his ear. Potter’s hair.

Draco knows this is wrong. He knows Potter is getting a glimpse of something, Draco has been trying to hide from everyone. He can’t show weakness. He just can’t.

He isn’t sure, at first, if he’s imagining something pressing into his back and the warmth on his cheek, until he tries to turn his head and finds that he can’t. Because Potter’s cheek is pressing into his, his arms are around Draco once more. He’s drawing circles on Draco’s back with his palms rather awkwardly.

Draco really does know this is wrong and he has no idea what possessed Potter to actually try and comfort him, but when Draco feels a warm hand move over his head and begins stroking his hair, Draco closes his eyes and decides that, just for tonight, he will forget about everything that is wrong.

Voltron Youtubers AU

This idea/AU has been buzzing around my head all day so here we go!


  • His channel is mostly vlogs and challenges
  • But he posts guitar covers when he feels like it
    • His subscribers think he has the voice of an angel
  • Memes so much that he becomes a meme himself
    • Every year there is a Top 10 Lance Memes video


  • Lots of Lets Plays
    • But it’s all indie games that crash or are basically unplayable
    • He rages A LOT. There are multiple Keith Rage compilations
      • When he runs out of things to say, he just talks about conspiracy theories
        • His fans jokingly ship him with Mothman when they don’t ship him with Lance
  • He also puts up challenge videos (usually the dangerous kind)
    • Shiro had to convince him out of doing a Knife Song video


  • Tech reviews everywhere. They love to take a piece of tech, say what’s wrong with it, and then fix it themselves.
  • They do a lot of Q&As to help subscribers with problems they have
    • Because of that, their subscribers are LOYAL
  • They Lets Play popular games when the mood strikes them


  • Life hacks and reviews
  • He basically makes life easier for his subscribers and they love him for it
  • He makes cooking videos too
    • The descriptions on these videos always have the full recipe and ingredient list
    • Screenshots of the results are always spread around food blogs


  • Vlogs at least twice a week
    • He usually gives life advice during these. So much so that his subscribers call him Dad
  • Does makeup videos
    • His eyeliner tutorial is his most popular video of all time
    • Did a galaxy makeup tutorial ONE TIME and his name forever changed to Space Dad


  • She has two channels. Her first is all about fashion hauls and hair tutorials.
    • She likes to keep her hauls fairly affordable for her subscribers
    • Her hair tutorials are extremely popular. Especially the ones with braids
  • Runs a second channel for ASMR
    • She has a naturally relaxing aura that her subscribers love
    • She has a Altean roleplay series
      • Everyone calls her Space Mom and ships her with Shiro


  • Allura convinced him to create a channel
  • But he only posts videos every two months
  • They’re usually cooking videos…the end results are not pretty
  • His hair care product videos get way more views

I wanted to expand on some stuff about their collabs but I’m tired. Maybe Part 2 soon?

Edit: Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“Chilling with the bae before heading off to kill some people." 

Somebody murder me in my sleep (?)
You have NO IDEA how much I want this scene to be animated, even if it is just for a few seconds, I want to see the Titan Boyfriends™ relaxed one last time. Just look at them, the are focused on the future battle, but they are also enjoying their last peaceful sunrise together. Because they know this fight is not going to end well: maybe one of them gets captured, maybe both, maybe one of them gets killed, maybe both. They are physically prepared, but not mentally. Who cares anymore. The present is the only thing that matters.
I have lots of feelings, okay?
What I did is recreating this page of chapter 72 (manga)… in the anime style because I need beautiful things in my life.
No, I didn’t do those clouds, I downloaded a black and white picture of the sky and I colored it. I cannot find the source, though (ugh).
I will go down with this ship.
Fuck it.

Reiner looks like my abuela with that blanket I swear

Pick Up Lines (Spideypool Quick Fic)

So this… this got ridiculous lol
For my anon prompt: is that a phone in your back pocket because your ass is calling me

Peter is Andrew Garfield/ Wade is Ryan Reynolds

“Hey did it hurt?”

“Huh?” Peter looked up from brushing the dirt off his suit to see Deadpool peering down at him from the fire escape in the dirty alley.

“Oh. Hey Wade. Did what hurt? Oh the–” he motioned to his dirty suit. “Just took a tumble through a construction yard chasing someone. No biggie.”

“No, I meant did it hurt when you fell from Heaven.” Wade corrected, leering at Spider-Man from behind his mask.

“Good grief.” Peter muttered and turned away. “Don’t you have anything better to do than spy on me and drop terrible pick up lines?”

Well.” Wade dropped onto the ground next to him. “I’d definitely have something better to do if you’d go out with me.”

“I told you no dates.” Peter said firmly. “My identity is very inportant to me, and you need to respect that. Besides–” and now he was grateful his mask covered his blush. “–besides you just like me because I’m covered in spandex.”

“I resent that!” Wade sounded horrified. “While I will admit to staring for hours at your…at your….” his head tilted to the side exaggeratedly, dropping to stare at Peter’s ass. “Sorry, what was I saying?”

“You were agreeing that we’d never date.” Peter said firmly, and shot a web towards the sky, shooting up and out of the alley before Deadpool could say anything else.

“Damn.” He chuckled and scratched at his head. “Spidey playing hard to get.”
Wade landed with a thump on the roof next to Peter and tossed him a chimi.

“Thank god.” Peter mumbled and shoved his mask up to just above his nose so he could eat. “Thank you so much.”

“No worries.” Wade lifted his own mask to take a bite of his food, and Peter made sure not to look. He didn’t ever look, knowing that if Wade thought for one second that he was staring, the mask would come down and this relaxed moment between them would end.

They were happening more and more– post patrol, both of them starving after a night of fighting crime. Wade usually disappeared for a few minutes and reappeared with food and they would sit and eat together before going their separate ways.

It was nice, for all of Wade’s bluster and bullshit, he actually enjoyed the early morning quiet like this. Both fully in their suits, both still coming down from the high of fighting… just hanging out watching the sun rise.

It was… nice.

And Peter wasn’t going to do anything to spoil it.

“Got you a name tag.” Wade said casually inbetween bites of food.

“What now?” Peter asked, confused.

“Got you a name tag.” Wade reached into the bag next to him and threw a giant handful of white packets in Peter’s face.

“What the–damn it Wade!” Peter pushed them off his legs. “Why are you throwing sugar at—”

Wade started laughing.

“Are you kidding me?” Peter finally asked and Wade laughed harder. “Are you kidding me with this?”

“Aw, come on sugar!” Wade made kissy faces at him and Peter just rolled his eyes.

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Whatever U Want

Summary: When Y/N finally has a few hours to herself, she decides to use her time wisely. By wisely that  means calling her favorite phone sex line  Whatever U Want.  After several different session with the sexy Ryan, she begins to think it might be her best friend Dean.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader, Annie (OFC)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Phone sex, dirty talk, female masturbation, sex toys, boners

Rated M

Word Count: 1,651

A/N: This was my submission for @notnaturalanahi Crack Challenge! Thank you again for giving me an extension.Thanks again to @impala-dreamer for beta reading my stuff!  Feedback is always welcomed I hope you enjoy!

Part Two

Originally posted by pinkriver69

Originally posted by hugs4sammy

“Dean?” You called out from your room down the hall in the bunker. You turned your head slightly, waiting to hear if he would respond to you. After you didn’t get a response from Dean you looked towards Sam’s room, the door shut. “Hey Sam!” You went silent again waiting for any kind of answer.

Letting out the breath you had been holding in, you shut your bedroom door. The two of them must have finally gone on that supply run they were bickering about this morning. Which meant you had an hour or two of alone time all for yourself! Seeing how the three of you had been crammed in a motel room for a good week, you needed a break from the testosterone. You needed some personal playtime with yourself more than ever.

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im sorry TvT I couldn’t wait to upload all of them all together but here is the most beautiful wife ever,, I couldn’t decide on which hairstyle bc I love both so???

- inspired by @godd707 and @gayhee bc I am completely iN LOVE with the coven AU

Part 1 out of 6

[13/01/17] Woah look it’s an extremely minimal spread as always ✨ [bc im not creative lol] 💫 anyways had a relaxed day with only one lesson second period, but I stayed in all day trying to write my Global Perspectives essay, idk if I already told you guys what my essay is on because I chose it but its “In societies characterised by male dominance, how far is this the result of evolution?” ☺✨ and I’m really liking it because it’s such an anthropology question and that’s what I want to do at uni so its fun to read anthropological theory and stuff to find out what different academics think about patriarchal society and critiquing their theories 🙌🏼 tbh love it but it’s really difficult to research and write but I’m planning on finishing it this weekend to get feedback next week 💪🏼

Okay so the song that David sings about rainbows in the white room to give his message to Syd triggered a lot of ideas in the old noggin and I’m never using that word again my head.

The colors in a rainbow are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. And put all those together, you get white (in the perspective of physics not art). Legion is a very colorful show and not in the way that it’s pretty (which it is but that’s not the point) but like it messes with your head throwing you and David for a loop.

I think considering the fact that Legion (AKA David Haller) is multi-powered mutant with multiple personality disorder, and each of those personalities harnesses a different power. Each of the colors might be symbolic for each personality. But for now I think it represents each facet of his mind.

Let’s start with red.

  • Red: red clearly represents the monster or the parasite that he is so afraid of that’s taking over, call it the yellow eyed devil or the angriest boy in the world, but that is clearly what red represents. The fear that extends from his childhood.
  • Orange: orange represents Syd, and just everything about her. From the start its been her. Whether it’s her coat or the ribbon in her hair. The color orange always seems to point towards her.
  • Yellow: yellow represents the hospital and the false sense of security. The lies that he’s had to live with and the false thought that nothing can hurt him there when he’s already in as much danger as possible.
  • Green: green represents freedom, peace, tranquility. So far, the only people he’s expressed love for is Amy and Syd. The first time we see adult Amy and she promises to talk to David’s doctor about getting him out, she’s wearing this lime green coat. The first time David manages to escape the hospital as Syd, her wheeley bad is also this bright green. Everytime David goes somewhere to calm down when he’s at Summerland, he goes to the lake with the little wooden port and he’s surrounded by foliage and the lake’s water has a layer of green algae.
  • Blue: blue we don’t see a lot of but I want to make a connection to Oliver Bird and his weirdo ice cube in the middle of the astral plane.
  • Indigo: indigo represents his love and his lust for Syd. When they do the mirror kiss, when she goes to talk to him in the middle of the night at Summerland, when they sleep together for the first time.
  • Violet: also hesitant to make a connection but I want to talk about Lenny in Chapter 5 and the old house. And how we finally see the true evil and madness within.
  • White: when a rainbow-colored top spins at a certain speed, the colors blend and form white. Which is what I think happens to David, when all his personalities or moods come together and stop fighting each other for one second, he relaxes and feels safe. So when Walter shoots at Syd and David, Syd screams the white room, the place where they genuinely touch each other for the first time. The safe place.
Death of a Bachelor

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m writing fic again so hi, have some Klaine AU happenings based on The Bachelor!

Rated PG… for now. Butts later.

Chapter 1

“You did what?”

“Come on, Blainey Squirt boy. It’ll be fun!”

Blaine grimaced as his older brother rambled into his ear over the phone. Every week they tried to set up at least one time and day to chat and stay in touch with each other’s lives, but Cooper, as always, had derailed that. It was six o’clock on a Thursday morning—Blaine’s one day off this week.

“Look, I had a blast when I was on The Bachelorette. Made a lot of friends, got to go all over the place on really fancy dates. It was great for my image, too. That’s how I got the recurring spot on The Young and the Restless. They’re talking about making me a regular!”

“Didn’t they kill you off last month?”

“That’s not the point. Everyone comes back to life on those shows.”

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anonymous asked:

so i just had to get ear drops put in and the whole time i was giggling like crazy bc it tickles so much haha could you write something about h doing it for the missus and his reaction to her being all giggly please xx

She’s had a bad ear for a few days, always grumbling before she goes to sleep about how it hurts and whining in the morning because she couldn’t yawn but really had the urge to let a yawn go and wearing his beanies when they go out because the wind keeps making it cold and hurt even more, so Harry had decided that enough was enough and and took it upon himself to take her to an appointment and insisted that she needed to be seen by a doctor to see what the real problem was. Or else he’d drive his head into the wall from having to hear her mutter on about how she was hearing a throb or how it was leaking a little or how it hurt when she spoke.

Much to his dismay, but also his delight because it means it’ll only be a few more days until she’s back to her normal self, she’s been given ear drops to clear the infection that was building up in the tubes because he knows he’ll have to do it for her when the time comes for her to have them dropped in. And when the time does come, he feels like pinning her down and tying her up so he could drop them into her ear. 

“It tickles, Harry! Also, you’re really bloody heavy,” she grunts, flat out on the floor as he straddles her with the bottle of ear-drops in his hand, syringe in the other, “also, that looks very daunting and I don’t want that anywhere near my ear.”

“If you laid still for one bloody second, it’ll be over and done with,” he sighs, relaxing over her and bringing the syringe dropper closer to her ear, “turn your head. Let me put them in your ear. It’ll get better then and then I can get some bloody peace when I sleep.”

You get peace? You fucking snore!”

“Your grumbling has been driving me nuts, love. Just let me stick the drops in your ear and then we can catch up on very much needed cuddles since you wouldn’t let me touch you,” he cups her chin and tilts it to the side, ignoring her soft whimpers and her gentle giggles as he brings it closer, “this will poke through your ear in a minute. Stop it.”

“I can’t help it,” she snickers, cheeks smushed up and her lips pouted, her words coming out as muffles as his finger hold her chin in place, “will you make me a cheese toastie after this? No pickle though. You can have all that.”

“If you let me drop these in your ear, yes. I will make you a cheese toastie.” xx

proud (an antoine griezmann imagine)

Originally posted by judgynando

summary: atletico madrid get knocked out of the copa del rey and antoine looks to his girlfriend for comfort

You hadn’t been able to make it to the game that evening. Instead of heading to Barcelona to watch the match live and cheer Atletico on from the stands, you’d been forced to rely on Twitter, thanks to your boss insisting on holding a meeting the next morning at 9am.

If it were any other match, you would have been disappointed. Instead, you’re kind of grateful. Watching Antoine’s face fall and a sad smile grace his features as the team applauded the away fans had been bad enough through your laptop screen, and you’re pretty sure seeing it in the flesh would have been enough to make you never want to watch a football match again.

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Austin City Limits

season 12 stories [part I]

Jensen almost managed to make it out of the airport before a fan recognized him and asked for a photo. Of course, he couldn’t say no; he loved his fans and this girl was sweet and respectful, but Jensen had been hoping that nobody would find out about his quick trip back to Austin, because it was just more unnecessary scrutiny that would only make certain people angry and pushy. But Jensen promised Jared that he’d be by his side this entire month, promised him that the only time they wouldn’t be together would be when their shooting schedules interfered. And it was only a few days into the month but Jared was already needing him. And if Jensen was honest with himself, which he tried to be, he really needed Jared too. But when had that ever not been true for him? For them?

Over the last decade plus, the month of March had become an incredibly significant time of the year for them, but it had also gotten infinitely more complicated—birthdays and anniversaries and fake anniversaries and now their darling daughter, kid number six, would be born in the next few weeks. Which was great, but it meant that Jared’s bearding duties would be pushed to the forefront (shit, it was already starting), and Jensen just knew that all the attention on Jared’s wife would make Jensen’s own wife jealous, and she was unpredictable when she was jealous. Basically, it was going to be a very long month.

He sighed as he stepped outside, scanning the cars lined up in the pickup zone for the only person that mattered. He saw Jared’s truck after a few seconds, parked about ten cars down. He shifted his duffel bag to his other shoulder and strode towards the truck, excitement pooling in his belly. He thought it was a little ridiculous that even after twelve years, being away from Jared for more than half a day made him anxious and uneasy, and that right before seeing Jared again he got butterflies. Butterflies. Like he was a thirteen-year-old girl with her first crush. But that’s how Jared made Jensen feel: young, new, excited…Feels like the first time every time. Cheesy song lyrics, maybe, but they perfectly described the flip-flopping that was currently taking place in his stomach, and it made Jensen smile.

As he reached the truck, the driver’s side door opened and Jared popped out, his smile blinding and his eyes looking only to Jensen, and Jensen couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hey, babe!” Jared said softly, wrapping Jensen in a tight hug that ended about four hours sooner than Jensen wanted it to.

“Hey, Jay,” Jensen said as Jared pulled back. Jensen’s hands tightened around Jared’s arms, trapping him for a few more seconds, just wanting to touch his partner. Jensen could feel the tension leave Jared’s body almost like he had physically washed it away himself. He couldn’t help himself, and pulled Jared back in for another hug. In the back of his mind he was hoping that no one was noticing them or taking photos, but another part of his brain just didn’t give a fuck anymore.

“I missed you,” Jared breathed out against Jensen’s neck.

“I know, baby,” Jensen said soothingly. He wanted to run his hands up and down Jared’s back, tangle them in his hair, pull him into a crushing kiss, never let him go ever again. But instead he pulled back from the hug and smiled softly. “I missed you too. Let’s go home, okay?”

“Yes.” It was like a sigh of relief from Jared, an answer to his prayers, and Jensen basked in that for a moment. God, he loved Jared so much, and the second they were in the silent truck, safely guarded from the outside world, he told him so.

“I love you so much, Jay,” Jensen said, pulling Jared into a kiss. Jared relaxed into for one, two, three seconds before pulling away quickly.

“Jen! Someone might see,” he hissed, but a sly grin playing at his lips and the sparkle in his eyes told Jensen that Jared was not upset, was actually very far from upset.

“Jared, the windows are tinted. They’d have to have their face pressed flat against the glass to see in,” Jensen reasoned, reaching up and finally getting to run his hands through Jared’s hair. “Besides, if somebody does see…” Jensen trailed off and shrugged, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Jennnn,” Jared whined, somehow making it endearing instead of annoying. He gently removed Jensen’s hand from his hair and placed it on his thigh instead. “We can’t…”

Jensen knew they couldn’t but it didn’t stop them from little touches here and glances there. It was a game they played in public, especially at conventions: How far can we go without blowing our cover? It was fun and thrilling and got them in trouble quite a few times. It was also what kept Jensen sane every time he had to appear for an event. So he just winked, squeezed Jared’s thigh playfully, and told Jared to drive, fast.

“Jared, you have twenty minutes to get home; after that, clothes start coming off.” Jared quickly faced forward, blushing slightly. He started the engine and pulled out into traffic, tires squealing. Jensen grinned wickedly and moved his hand up Jared’s thigh.

Hello, everyone, it’s nice to meet you! Thank you for taking the time to check out my new Bleach imagine blog, and for reading this post, it honestly means a lot. I’ll do my best to live up to the blog that finally gave me the push I needed to create this blog, @sexintheseireitei, whose writing is simply beyond beautiful, and I just really love it, okay? So for now, while I await your asks, here’s some completely self-indulgent Shunsui Kyoraku fluff. Probably SFW, pampering of my favorite, over-worked Head Captain…

You’d seen it. Day after day, as the duties of being the head captain of the Gotei 13 piled up, it left your flamboyant, happy-go-lucky husband feeling drained, and maybe even a little grumpy. And Shunsui tried to hide it, ever mindful of not putting any burden on his flower, as always. He didn’t want you worrying about him when you had enough on your plate as it was, with your own paperwork to fill out and transport about the Seireitei. He came home every night just the same, trying and failing to hide how spent he was by wrapping you up in his arms and pressing your face into his chest. The same sweet, chaste kiss was planted on the top of your head as he buried his nose in your hair, a sigh escaping his lungs in a huff. You two would then cuddle before he was dead to the world.

It was you who had to initiate a deeper, headier kiss between you. You had no problem with this, of course, but that didn’t mean you weren’t concerned. Shunsui was usually so jovial with his affections it was borderline embarrassing.

When finally you couldn’t take it anymore, you laid a trap in your shared dwelling. You’d gotten permission from your captain to leave early that day (on the condition that you work double the next day, but it was worth it if you could somehow get Shunsui to relax), and had set up the house perfectly for the occasion. The lights were dimmed, with candles setting a quiet, tranquil mood with the smell of cherry blossoms. You had a bath prepared with rose petals, and some choice sake you’d been saving, ironically, for a situation such as this. You yourself were dressed loosely in your sleep robes, your hair tumbling down your shoulders elegantly, and you were ready.

Picking at your fingernails, you waited. Jushiro–a co-conspirator to ensure his friend was well rested–assured you that he would usher Shunsui out of his office promptly at quitting time, leaving no room for arguments, or the possibility that he wouldn’t get home until late. When the sliding of the front door echoed through your home, you jumped. The nerves you’d been squashing down all day had your stomach leaping into your throat, and you stood.

“Yare, yare…” Shunsui sighed as he kicked off his shoes. The distinct shuffle of his feet as he sauntered through the doorway gave you butterflies, because it meant that he was home, and all yours. Tiptoeing your way to meet him, you rounded the corner to the entryway, hands outstretched to cup his face with a genial smile. 

“Welcome home, love,” you whispered between your lips. 

You nuzzled your noses together, shivering when his hands wrapped themselves firmly around your waist to pull you closer, and his lips descended on yours. You hummed into his mouth, standing on your toes to get a better angle, and gently removed the hat from his head. You spent a few moments enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in each other before breaking the kiss. His grey eyes finally shown with a hint of their usual mirth as he smiled down at you.

“Well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” he said with a quick peek around the living room. “Am I being ambushed in my own home?”

“Yep! You’ve been working too hard recently, so I thought a nice, relaxing night was in order.”

Shunsui chuckled, but was happy. Welcome home kisses and small make-out sessions were quite common between the two of you, but it wasn’t every day you planned an entire night by yourself. He must not have been as discreet about his recent exhaustion as he thought he was. He didn’t put up a fuss when you slid your hands under his signature kimono, leaving it to fall off his shoulders as you placed it to the side, followed by his captain’s haori.

“Come take a bath with me…” you murmured in his ear. Grabbing his large, sword-calloused hand, you led the rather docile Shunsui Kyoraku to the bathroom.

His face was priceless when you proposed the activity, eyes widening before clouding over with something akin to lust. His free hand fell back to your waist as you guided him back the hall, squeezing in a way that conveyed the beast you had awakened. The bathroom was warm and moist with the heat of the bath, making the hair on the back of your neck prickle in anticipation. Turning to face him, you deftly undid the tie of his shihakusho, letting it fall open to completely reveal the coarse hair on his chest.

“Now, now,” he whispered, grasping your chin gently between his thumb and forefinger, “it’s not fair if you’re having all the fun, is it?”

You scoffed. “Considering I’m the one ambushing you, I’d say it’s completely fair. However…” Taking his hands, you maneuvered them to the tie of your own robe, tugging at your bottom lip with your teeth. “Audience participation is encouraged if it helps them unwind.”

The way he clenched his jaw and buried his face in the crook of your neck made you giggle, especially since his stubble had gone many days without a trim, leaving it to tickle you as he mouthed up the side of your neck. Your robes joined his on the floor in seconds, and he pawed at your smooth skin reverently, still nipping at your neck and shoulder. Standing stark naked in the bathroom, you had to fight to get Shunsui’s attention enough to get him in the bath. Once he was immersed in the water, a long, deep sigh ricocheting off the walls, you got in behind him, perching the the edge of the tub. He eyed you curiously, opening his mouth to voice his thoughts only to find your finger placed on his lips.

“Hush,” you ordered. “Don’t speak, and let me work my magic.”

“Magic, eh?” he questioned with a chuckle, earning a light smack on his shoulder.

“Yes, magic. And I said don’t speak.”

Raising his hands in surrender, he faced forward again. You, however, slathered your hands in oil, and set to giving your husband the best goddamn massage he’d ever seen. One of your many talents, or so you’d been told by the friends who often begged for one. Shunsui’s shoulders tensed for a fraction of a second, before he relaxed at your touch, and let out a throaty groan. He let his head roll forward, giving you easier access to his neck, and you gladly worked your fingers deep into the muscles, loosening what felt like decades worth of knots and tension. 

Leaning forward, you brushed your lips over the shell of his ear, staying just long enough to hear his sharp intake of breath, then engrossed yourself back into the task at hand. Your thumbs worked their way down his back as far as they could before the angle was too awkward to continue, and your hands eventually moved on to simply rubbing his shoulders, working your way around the front to slide your hands down his chest. That was when he grabbed your hands, playing with your fingers dreamily. He kissed the tips of your fingers, then held them against his chest as he spoke.

“___-chan, are you ever gonna join me here in the bath?” he rasped, rubbing your arms. 

“If that’s what the audience wants…”

In lieu of a cogent response, he picked you up by your waist and placed you between his legs, encircling you in his arms. His mouth was on you immediately–the back of your neck, your shoulders, behind you ears–eliciting a pitched gasp and your hand threading through his wavy locks as you tilted your head to the side. The warmth of the bath combined with his talented lips and tongue left you dizzy.

“You did all this for me,” Shunsui stated.

“I did.”

“I didn’t fool you for a second.”

“You could never fool me, Shu. I know you like the back of my hand.” You peaked at him over your shoulder, meeting smoldering grey irises and an easy grin. “You’ve been working morning to night for the last two weeks, and you’re not nearly as touchy-feely as you usually are. Though I will say your attempt to hide it was admirable, I didn’t notice for the first few days.”

He laughed at that, hugging you closer, and slotting his mouth over yours. You sighed, cupping his face in your hands and gently scratching your fingers through his scruff as your tongues danced together. 

“’Not as touchy-feely’?” he teased between kisses. “I’ll just have to rectify that, won’t I?” When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and gave you a dopey smile.

“I love you, ___,” he rumbled. “You’re the only one for me.”

You just shook your head, unable to hide your love-struck smile from him. Instead, you snaked your arms around his neck, devouring him once more, and letting the heat of the moment carry you through the night’s passions.

The sake was left for afterwards.

By now Malec’s intimate moments have been sidelined in favor of the straights so many times that we deserve an entire episode of just Magnus and Alec spending a nice day off together with absolutely nobody else. No interruptions, no problems to solve and not one second of anyone else in the episode. Just the two of them relaxing and doing their thing. Please.

The two teens were sitting together, enjoying Marco’s nachos as they watched a movie. This was their first official “friendship Thursday” Star called it just so the two can actually try to get along and not fight as much. After all the chaos that happened with Ponyhead, it was well deserved. The two gave each other a quick glance. Marco was extremely surprised to see the princess so laid back, and not worrying about perfect posture or eating properly. “Maybe she’s not so bad and stuck up as she seems”, Marco thought. After Star managed to save him from the gang attack of the guards by talking to them, that helped opened Marco’s eyes, maybe fighting isn’t always the answer. Marco thought Star was beautiful, but Marco would never admit that. Now Star was having thoughts of her own. After Marco willing jumped into action to fight the St. Olga’s guards just to protect her and her best friend, Ponyhead, it opened her eyes about Marco’s true nature. “He may be ruthless and rude, but deep down he has a heart”, Star though. She also realized how comfortable the laid back position she was in truly was, “Maybe Marco’s right. I’m not in Mewni anymore… maybe a little relaxation wouldn’t hurt”. She gave one last second look at Marco before facing the television. He was handsome… but Star would never admit that.

Okay, so here’s my submission for day one, a little fanart and fanfiction: fanartiction!! Lol, I was rewatching the first episode and with the characteristics of the two as a bad boy and princess, I think this scene would be the true start of their friendship. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys this piece and has a great day!

How the Hell are You this High? Part 3 Preview

Originally posted by jihanlife

Yeah hi I’m the son of a bitch who keeps promising this but went on an unexpected hiatus because writer’s block has been kicking my ass but guess who’s back and writing this thing again! 

“Jesus Christ.”

Take that back.

It was all anxiety now.

Joshua sat up too quickly when he heard your voice. There you were, in ripped jeans and a t-shirt, and Joshua could feel his heartbeat quicken inside his chest. He glanced down and saw that your knees were bruised. He knew without a doubt why they were there, but he didn’t want to say anything or even think about it. He cleared his throat and looked back up at your eyes.

“So that’s what you’re calling me these days?” He was trying to sound smug, but even in his own ears it sounded fake and weaker than he intended it to be.

“Joshua? What the hell happened to you?” you asked, and genuine concern laced your voice.

“What’s it look like, honey? Reality punched me in the face and then decided to take me out on a date. I needed a change; so I got one. All that’s different is my hair and style of clothing.” He managed to flash a small smirk. Good. He was getting somewhere.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him. “You ‘needed a change’? And what is that supposed to mean?”

Joshua clucked his tongue at you. “I thought you were smart, honey.”

“Honey? Listen here, Hong. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but don’t call me your fucking ‘honey’. I’ll kick your ass if you say that to my face again.”

Joshua’s only response was a mere shrug. He knew exactly where this was going, but he neither wanted to back away or annoy you further. He was well aware that you would keep your promise and gladly kick his ass, but he was also aware that he could stand up for himself. “I know you can,” he heard himself say, “but I’m not afraid of you. Never was. Never will be. And especially not right now.” He pulled himself up off the couch and stood in front of you. “I said it once and I’ll say it again: I thought you were smart.”

You clenched your jaw and breathed hard through your nose. “Joshua, I’m warning you. Knock it off or I will fuck you over.”

“You already did,” Joshua replied, his voice much softer and more quiet than before. You inhaled sharply. His face contorted with heartache for a split second before relaxing into a more stoic one. “Besides, I think you have more important things to do, like sucking Seungcheol off.”

And then he walked away.


anonymous asked:

Hey! Could you do a story where Emily gets jealous of one of the other liars because they have formed a close friendship with Alison. So maybe one day Hanna stands up for Alison when Emily says something about Alison not loving her or something and Emily gets angry because she wants to be the one Alison goes to when she needs someone to talk to.

Hey I’m the anon with the “mother” drabble request. I mentioned not being sure about baby or not baby because I made another prompt with Ali and Hanna shopping for maternity or post-maternity clothes, and Ali’s weight insecurity. And maybe them talking about Emison in S5 when Hanna was so against Ali and was always pressuring Emily about her. You said (I think) that this was a little too baby related, though you liked the idea of them discussing S5. So that confused me, and I didn’t know! :)

Can you do a Drabble request of maybe Lorenzo coming back and wanting to get to know Alison again but he doesn’t know she’s dating Emily.

I have a great disdain for he-who-shall-not-be-named so I’m not granting him a mere word of dialogue in this, therefore I altered that aspect of the three-prompt drabble (but he’s still a factor).

Here’s some angsty Emison (plus fluffy, don’t worry) and some sweet Halison:

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