three days in a row now


This is my third and final drabble for OTP Day (only a week late!). I was originally going to go smutty with this, but the muse decided against it and went in a different direction altogether. Ah well, I’ll be writing some smutty drabbles soon.

Requested by: @diva-gonzo
Prompt: Arthur walks in on them in the shed

She was worried about him. 

He was up early, again. Three days in a row, since Fred’s funeral. She was also having trouble sleeping, which is why she’d heard him sneak downstairs.

Hermione was finding it difficult not to just confront him about it, now that they were together.

This won’t do.

After searching through the house, by the pond, and the Quidditch pitch, she was stumped—until she spotted the ramshackle shed behind the Burrow.

She quietly entered. Ron’s outline was visible in the dawn light, his shoulders slumped, facing away from her. He seemed to be tinkering with something.

Hermione stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on his back, causing him to flinch.


Her voice broke the silence, which seemed to disrupt his thoughts.

“What are you doing up, Hermione? You need your rest.”

“I’m worried about you.”

Ron shrugged. “I have a lot on my mind.”

She rubbed his back, up and down for a moment. He closed his eyes and she could feel him relax.

“That’s nice.”

“Is it helping, coming out here?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “It’s one of the few places I don’t associate with Fred, and it’s helping me learn…”

He quieted down, but she could see the familiar, telltale blush around his ears. After a moment, she couldn’t take it any longer.


He dropped whatever he was holding and spun to face her, his hands reaching for hers. Their fingers entwined and he gave them a squeeze.

“You know.”

Her face was a picture of puzzlement, and he looked surprised. He seemed to think it was obvious.

“I don’t, Ron. Tell me.”

He shuffled over and she could finally see what he’d been fiddling with on his dad’s workbench. There sat a torch, with its batteries removed.

“I’m trying to learn about Muggle things, so I don’t make a fool of myself in front of your parents.”

If she didn’t already love Ron Weasley, that certainly would have done it.

“Oh, Ron.”

She reached up and pulled him down into a kiss. He seemed surprised, but his arms quickly wrapped around her waist and he enthusiastically returned her affections.

As they deepened their kiss, Hermione tried to pour everything she was feeling into it. She was already shaky about the trip to Australia and finding her parents, and the fact that he was so confident they’d find them, and was even figuring out how to impress them, put her heart at ease.

They finally had to pause and catch their breath.

“I love you,” Hermione professed, before resuming the kiss.

The door suddenly swung open and Arthur strode in, catching them in mid-embrace.

“Oh! Er, good morning, Hermione. I came to tell Ron that breakfast was ready… and uh, of course, that goes for you, as well.”

“Thank you, Mr. Weasley.”

“Right, then. I’ll see you two inside.”

As he closed the door, Hermione couldn’t help but start giggling.

“He didn’t seem phased at all.”

“Have you met my siblings?”

Haikyuu!!AU: where Oikawa is a model for sportswear and so on…. 

Now imagine Iwaizumi´s reaction (buys Volley Monthly coz he´s heard Oiks made some kind of groundbreaking announcement there, finds the article, dumbly stares at it for 15 minutes and then screams and swears for three days in a row)

Imagine Ushijima (just chilling in some café, sipping his morning tea and browsing through the mag, then suddenly he chokes to death coz Oik´s article comes up with nice HD modeling photos…. )

anonymous asked:

pls tell me more about mpreg victuuri... yuuri's "so much eros it could make me pregnant" line has awoken something in me


Yuuri hates his pregnant body.  He’s due in the death throes of August, and it’s only mid-June now.  The Kyushu heat makes him feel like he’s boiling alive, make his feet swell and ache more than they ever did when he was throwing himself all over the ice seven days a week.  The baby feels so big now too, taking up all the space meant for things like Yuuri’s vital organs.  According to Victor, the baby is the size of a cantaloupe this week, and Yuuri believes him.  When they were setting up the crib yesterday, Yuuri sneezed three times in a row and proceeded to piss himself.  (Victor had laughed, but not unkindly, and got him a change of sweats and told him to go lay down on the couch and let Victor do “the rest of the work, you’re already doing so much,” with a kiss to his temple, which was not enough to distract Yuuri from how fucking embarrassing it was.)  Victor spends a stupid amount of money buying him designer  maternity clothes with soft, organic fabrics that are supposed to be super breathable and moisture wicking, and Yuuri still manages to sweat through them while laying in front of the tower fan in their living room cursing Japan’s cruel indifference to home air conditioning.  

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Marathon Ado About Nothing

After I mentioned I had the Tennant-Tate Much Ado the other day, people got to talking about it and there was a fair amount of interest in a MUCH ADO MARATHON. 

So this Saturday, starting at 10am central time, I will be airing three productions of Much Ado About Nothing in a row on livestream:

10am - Noon: Keanu About Nothing, aka the Kenneth Branagh production
12:30 - 3:15: Doctor Who About Nothing, aka the Tennant-Tate production
3:45 - 6:00: Much Ado About Buffy, aka the Joss Whedon production

I’ll probably do a repeat sometimes in December or the new year for those who miss this one. But for now, mark your calendars for ten on Saturday! I’ll post a link Saturday morning, but it’s at the usual livestream channel, “theoutcastreturns”. 

Suspicious Behavior

Summary: Sam begins to notice some strange behavior from Dean around the bunker.

Pairing: Dean x reader (adding this because it may not seem to clear)

Word Count: 750

Warnings: None! (surprising for me, right?)

A/N: Just a little drabble I’ve had in my head for a while now! Hope you guys enjoy

Originally posted by soluscheese

When Sam finds Dean making French toast for the third morning in a row, he’s confused. It’s not that it’s weird to find Dean cooking, he’s been cooking more ever since they moved into the bunker, but the same food three days in a row? Something is up.

Sam watches as Dean moves around the kitchen, mixing cinnamon into already beaten eggs with a little milk. He watches as Dean furrows his brow trying to perfect his flip technique in a pan that’s not big enough for the three slices of bread Dean has jammed in. Sam has to fight the smile on his face as he watches Dean be so… domestic. It’s refreshing, but Sam still can’t fight the feeling that something is up.

Dean pulls out the chair across from Sam at the table, setting two plates of warm French toast down. The smell of butter and syrup throws Sam’s diet right out the window as he digs into his pile. Dean watches Sam anxiously as he chews, waiting to gauge Sam’s reaction of his creation. Sam shoots him a thumbs-up as he takes another bite. Relief washes over Dean’s face and he begins digging into his own plate, a small smirk on his face.

This is the third day they’ve done this, and Sam doesn’t understand what makes his reaction today any different than yesterday or the day before, but Dean seems satisfied today so Sam lets it go.

When Sam hears Dean playing music as he passes his room, Sam stops in his tracks at the smell of bleach. Sam steps back a few strides and peaks into Dean’s room. Dean is mopping the floors of his room, which Sam doesn’t remember him ever doing before. Music is playing low and Sam can see all the cleaning products from the supply closet scattered around Dean’s room. Sam didn’t even know they had a bottle of Windex, the bunker doesn’t even have windows!

“Hey Dean,” Sam says as he knocks on Dean’s door and enters, “what are you up to?”

“Oh ya’ know, just some spring cleaning,” Dean says, continuing to mop in straight lines.

“Um… it’s January.”

“I’m getting a head start,” Dean grumbles. He stops mopping, propping his elbow on the top of the mop handle and turning to face Sam completely. “Got a problem with that?”

“No, of course not. Have fun,” Sam shrugs off. If Dean wants to clean his whole room, good for him, Sam thinks. They haven’t been on a hunt in a while, maybe Dean is trying to burn off some energy. Sam considers asking Dean to join him on his morning run tomorrow, and tries shakes off the feeling that something is definitely up.

When Sam watches Dean struggle to carry two armloads of big paper bags inside, he jumps up to help him.

“I got this, Sammy, go sit back down.” Dean tries to readjust the bags in his arms, and a head of lettuce topples out and rolls across the floor. Sam’s eyes practically bulge out at the sight of a vegetable being anywhere near Dean willingly. Dean scrambles to put down the grocery bags on the nearest surface and pick up the fallen food, almost frantically.

“It’s lettuce, Dean. It’s not going to hurt us,” Sam laughs as Dean shoves the lettuce head back into the bag and begins putting the other groceries away. Sam spots more unusual purchases; more fruit than Sam remembers asking for, some flowery shower products, a few bottles of wine, and-wait, are those candles?

“Getting sick of whiskey?” Sam asks incredulously. Dean rolls his eyes dramatically and hurries to put away the rest of the things he had purchased.

Sam can’t fight the feeling that he is missing something. Dean usually never hides small things from Sam, things that aren’t related to life or death situations that they have found themselves in throughout the years. But changes in purchasing patterns? A new love for candles? This is just weird.

When Sam hears a knock at the door the next day, he freezes. No one knocks. Sam starts to get up from his seat, but Dean whizzes passed him before Sam can even get on his feet. Dean sprints up the stairs and out of view, leaving Sam more confused than he has been all week.

When Dean walks back down the stairs with his arm around a girl, a shy smile on his face as he looks down at Y/N, Sam finally understands.

The Originals Sentence starters
  •  ❝ I thought only of you. Every day I fought for your return, searching for a way. You were not forgotten. ❞
  • ❝ This is New Orleans. We’re always at war and collateral damage happens. I learned that from you. ❞
  • ❝ Guess who I learned it from? ❞
  • ❝ What you’ll allow doesn’t matter, ( insert name ). Welcome to a 21st century custody battle. Moms win them now. ❞
  • ❝ Well, I am no stranger to death, young Lucien. Or third-rate prophecies for that matter. ❞
  • ❝ Not three months ago you utterly despised me. Now you’re playing protective brother. ❞
  • ❝ I’m sure you’re quite capable of protecting yourself from the scourge of fraternity row. ❞
  • ❝ I came through the front door and you appeared through the window like a creeper. Besides this is a matter of life and death. ❞
  • ❝ Oh, how novel. ❞
  • ❝ She’s getting bigger by the second.  ❞
  • ❝ The ninth ward coven thinks I’m a vampire sympathiser. I won’t prove them right. ❞
  • ❝ You’re scared. Because the people you love are angry with you. ❞
  • ❝ Always and forever indeed. ❞
  • ❝ Seems we’re officially orphans. ❞
  • ❝ I suppose it’s a family trait. Everything we love, we turn to ash. ❞
  • ❝ You brought me back from the dead to torture me. ❞
  • ❝ Go to Hell. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not in the habit of asking permission. ❞
  • ❝ Have you diagnosed yourself with OCD yet? ❞
  • ❝ It’s not every day you lose your father at the hands of your brother. Again. ❞
  • ❝ It must really suck to have to be you all the time. ❞
  • ❝ Sorry! I’d love to help but I’m a little busy grieving another dead boyfriend. ❞
  • ❝ I told you I love you. I meant it. ❞
  • ❝ Yeah and that’s the first time anyone’s ever said to that to me. I want you to know that I didn’t marry you for all of those people. I married you for me. ❞
  • ❝ I’m afraid that’s not an option. ❞
  • ❝ Always and forever is not just something you weasel out of, brother. ❞
  • ❝ It won’t be easy, but we’ve got no chance of winning this fight without something to fight for. ❞
  • ❝ You okay? ❞
  • ❝ Yeah, my boyfriend and his buddies are super-wolves now. ❞
  • ❝ What happened to the brother I used to know? The one who laughed death in the face. ❞
  • ❝ That’s a lot easier to do when you haven’t died already once. ❞
  • ❝ This family makes me want to murder people. ❞
  • ❝ I see my timing is as impeccable as usual. ❞
  • ❝ The only thing delicate about you is your ego ❞
  • ❝ When placed beside the behemoth size of yours, certainly. ❞
  • ❝ All good grace with me was lost the moment you sided with our wretched siblings. ❞
  • ❝ You know me, ( insert name ). I take sides with whoever I think is gonna win. And to be honest, well, you and mum were acting a bit daft, weren’t you? ❞
  • ❝ Wait, you can’t go alone. ❞
  • ❝ Well, to be absolutely clear here, technically he could go alone. ❞
  • ❝ You helped me. Why? ❞
  • ❝ Because I’m a bloody fool, or maybe I just like the idea of us girls sticking together. ❞
  • ❝ I guess I just really hate secrets. ❞
  • ❝ What happened? Is ( insert name ) okay? ❞
  • ❝ I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. ❞
  • ❝ ( insert name ), listen to me. You are outmanuevered, outnumbered, and quite frankly, you’re out of your mind. You’re not getting out of this alive.❞
  • ❝ No, we are all getting out of this alive. ❞
  • ❝ I fought it for as long as I could. Look at me. I am still your mother. I’m sorry. I was just so hungry. ❞
  • ❝  You’re a hypocrite. You speak of purification, of cleansing the souls of our family, and yet you caved to temptation rather than standing with your principal. ❞
  • ❝ You really think there’s a way out up here? ❞
  • ❝ You and I on the same team. It must be Christmas. ❞
  • ❝ I wish it could always be like this ❞
  • ❝ If wishes were horses… ❞
  • ❝ Beggars would ride. ❞
  • ❝ I would appeal to your morals but those seem to be all over the map. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not the one who was sleeping with one vampire while half in love with another. Your morality is a moving target. Mine is not. ❞
  • ❝ We’re not so bad. We’re not the monsters that our parents think we are. ❞
  • ❝ I think I’d be a bit testy too if my old ex was about to jump into my new ex. I think that’d be a bit eh… ❞
  • ❝ Awkward? ❞
  • ❝: I was going to say kinky, but that’ll work. ❞
  • ❝ And where, pray tell, is he now? ❞
  • ❝ He’s waiting uncomfortably for me to return and deliver his punishment. Pass the beignets, would you? ❞
  • ❝ Quite nice of you coming to my rescue like that. ❞
  • ❝ You know, it’s a good thing you didn’t actually steal the stake from me, or I’d have been the one torturing you. ❞
  • ❝ Does that mean you trust me then? ❞
  • ❝ I know you’re only doing this to help our people, but I promise I will be a good husband to you. ( insert name ), will you marry me? ❞
  • ❝ No ring? ❞
  • ❝ What did she do to me? ❞
  • ❝ All you need to know is that I beat you. Again. ❞
  • ❝ A lovely dream, one just beyond our reach. ❞
  • ❝ We arrive into this world as innocents. Wide eyed and vulnerable. It is the job of our parents to nurture and protect us. ❞
  • ❝ You’re gonna like me, ( insert name ). And I’m gonna let you pretend a while that you don’t already. ❞
  • ❝ Is the hand holding really necessary? ❞
  • ❝ I mean, we could make out but would that not be entirely distracting? ❞
  • ❝ Hey, I know this probably isn’t your ideal Friday night. You’d probably be, like, doing pushups or drinking beers with your bros or whatever. ❞
  • ❝ Eh, it’s not so bad. ❞
  • ❝ Stay here with your wolves and mind the fort. ❞
  • ❝ I’d rather rip your mother’s head off. ❞
  • ❝ Our mother thinks she will win because she has left you alone. You are not alone. ❞
  • ❝ You declared war when you came after my family and for that, I will make you suffer as only I can. After all, I am my mother’s son. ❞
  • ❝ His return changes nothing. ❞
  • ❝ It changes everything. ❞
  • ❝ So, how would you diagnose my friend ( insert name ), if I may ask? ❞
  • ❝ Well, he’s clearly depressive, low self-esteem, paranoia, impulse control. Wouldn’t you agree? ❞
  • ❝ I’m sorry, is this some sort of motherly critique? Please feel free to choke on it ❞
  • ❝ Are you okay? ❞
  • ❝ Oh, a bit lightheaded. It might have had something to do with being knocked arse over teacup by dear old dad. ❞
  • ❝ You will not break me. ❞
  • ❝ Oh, you are already broken, my dear boy, but not beyond repair. I am here to fix you. I am here to fix you all. ❞
  • ❝ My mother said kill the spell or kill her, and I happen to like you. ❞
  • ❝ Please! ❞
  • ❝ Listen, you don’t disobey Mother Dearest without some consequences. Yes, she brought me back to life but she’s mad as a hatter, and that lunatic that you’ve made your pet is my father. ❞
  • ❝ Let me hazard a guess. You are one of these alienists, right? ❞
  • ❝ Actually, we’re called therapists, and you could do with some couch time. ❞
  • ❝ Oh, hello darling. Back to huff and puff and blow the house down? ❞
  • ❝ You know, it’s funny how often a person’s sharp tongue can end up cutting their own throat. ❞
  • ❝ You do know you’re entirely demented, don’t you? ❞
With All Of Me | Part Three

For: Anonymous
Characters: Rafael Barba/(Female) Reader
Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Assault/Rape
Word Count: 904
Notes: So, I got these three prompts all at one time in a row, and they lended themselves to a three-part imagine. So I hope y’all enjoy this short story!
ALSO! The song in this chapter is Come Rain or Come Shine by Ray Charles. Link from title is to a YouTube recording.
Prompt: Imagine your first dance with Barba at your wedding reception
Part One | Part Two | Part Three

You looked at the hand offered you by the man you now could call your husband. Rafael smiled as you placed your hand in his. This was how it all started, the fateful day in the hospital when your vulnerability caused the walls you had built around you to collapse, and his perfect hand had kept you grounded and reminded you that you weren’t alone.

This was your favorite part of Rafael. His hands. Hands that worked hard to ensure justice for hurt. Hands that knew every corner of your body and had nursed it back to health in so many ways. Hands that ran through your hair when you cried and brushed tears oh-so-gingerly from your cheeks. Hands that cooked meals when you couldn’t eat and fed you chocolate covered strawberries on Valentine’s day.

You laced your fingers together, letting him lead you to the center of the dance floor, music sounding from the speakers as the DJ played the song you’d chosen together for your first dance.

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plinys  asked:

“I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.” + time canary, tho

Rip doesn’t know why it’s a habit for him now, but without thinking, he reaches out to stroke Sara’s face. “I’m so sorry,” he says again, for the third day in a row, because he’s so sorry.

Sara smiles and leans into his touch. “I know.” She moves closer to him and her hand rests on his arm. “It’s okay. You’re okay now.”

In theory, Rip knows this. Sara has told him, for three days now, and he believes her - he does. But there’s something nagging at him that wants to escape, especially now with her face inches away from his.

“Sara.” His voice is low and Sara’s smile fades slightly. Maybe she can sense his nerves. Or maybe she knows exactly what he’s going to say and do and doesn’t want him to say or do it. “Sara, I - “

She kisses him before he can get the words out, stuck in his throat and choking him. But her lips on his is a breath of fresh air - she’s warm and sunshine and alive. The kiss is soft, yet firm, and Rip lays his hand on her waist.

After a moment, she pulls back, her forehead resting against his. He breathes her in. “Why did you do that?” he asks. His thumb draws circles on her hip.

“You were holding back.” Her nose lingers against his check but she pulls away just slightly to catch his gaze. “Why?”

Sara is beautiful, standing there, her eyes focused on him and her hand resting on his cheek. Rip swallows and lets out a sigh. “I was afraid of falling in love with you all over again.”

Her mouth opens, closes, and then thins all in quick succession. Rip doesn’t looking away from her eyes, though.

And Sara kisses him again, harder this time, with heart and fire, and Rip pulls her closer. If he’s going to fall in love again, he wants it to be with her.

Do you guys wanna know a horrible secret 

The reason I got back into Celldweller was because I got such a kick out of his fucking Deckers drumset that I listened to that song on repeat for like three days just for the visuals I WISH I WAS JOKING thanks Matt for crashing my helicopter on FiXT’s lawn


Week one of February hasn’t been so grand.

I have eaten over my points three days in a row now.

Not like hey I had fast food or something, but like hey I had two bowls of cereal at 1am or I had Subway cookies at the movie on Friday.

And while thats going on I have rocked my other goals all week.

So it’s like bad ass with water, exercise, and steps, but major fail at smart points.

I’m going to have another gain tomorrow with the continuous same 10 pounds from last year.

I don’t know if I even want to bother to weigh in because of how I’m crushing everything else.

Next week will be better—but you know how you basically ruin all of January in one week. Why does my body have to hold on to carbs like a mother fucker. Lol

Wait I just thought about it. I didn’t really ruin January because if I had eaten horribly all of January then eating bad this week would make me weigh even more and NOT just that same 10lbs. So I guess that is something?

I did small Team Free Will Valentine’s Day icons. But three pics in a row look weird (i.e. the pics get too small), which means that I’m now looking for a 4th character to add to the set so that I can make two rows…

We’ve received reward slips for having perfect monitors for three days in a row now. This is our best streak ever, in the year and a half that we’ve worked here.

I really think we are improving, and I am quite excited about that.

You know, it’s funny, everyone talks about the Hinterlands having So Many Bears to the point that it’s a joke, but I’ve never been overwhelmed by bears in the Hinterlands, and this playthrough I’ve probably killed about eight just wandering through the Storm Coast. (Just now I ran over three in a row in a random river.)