we-start-partys

okay but just imagine sirius being quidditch commentator/gossip queen
  • ‘just letting everyone know that gryffindor captain james is very single and very ready to mingle if your name is lily evans’
  • ‘jones is no doubt slightly distracted by the fact his girlfriend cheated on him, sorry ‘bout that mate’
  • ‘no eliza i will not ask remus out for you’
  • ‘if flemming was as good at flirting as he is at blocking goals then maybe he wouldn’t have been rejected by dorcas meadowes last week’
  • ‘benjy stop laughing and start playing you’re not as funny as you think you are’
  • ‘to the person who asked if emmeline vance had a boyfriend i’m just gonna tell you now you’re not good enough for her’
  • ‘excellent beating from lockley there, managing to nearly knock out turner whilst maintaining that perfect hair, how does he do it?’
  • ‘yes professor this is all highly important informatio… no it’s not nonsense…. look now you’ve made me miss a goal’
  • ‘lily evans says she’ll go on a date with james potter if he scores thirteen times - don’t smirk you bastard you’ll never do it’
  • ‘gryffindor’s daley has seen the snitch! oh wait he’s lost it. now daley was it you i saw trip down the stairs yesterday?’
  • ‘and turner passes to west who passes to samson who - drops it. its important to note none of the ravenclaw chasers are speaking to each other, i don’t know why, only that it involves a bottle of firewhiskey, a game of truth or dare, and west’s pet cat’
  • ‘dorcas meadowes would like it to be known she rejected flemming because she has no obligation to date someone just because they think she’s hot’
  • ‘update on the james and lily situation; james has scored eight goals and lily has now got JP painted on her cheek’
  • ‘if tom denvers can afford the new nimbus then he can bloody afford to pay me the four galleons he owes me’
  • ‘gryffindor now lead 140 - 70, peter pettigrew really needs gryffindor to win or he has to pay lois knight ten sickles and then he won’t be able to buy me a birthday present’
  • ‘if ravenclaw would hurry up and lose so we can start the party that would be great’
  • ‘party? i don’t know who gave you the impression there would a party tonight professor’
  • ‘of course i’m sure, professor, i would know if there was a party happening tonight. i can assure you there isn’t a party in the gryffindor common room at seven-thirty pm. if there was though i would tell gideon prewett to bring his own bloody firewhiskey this time because i’m not paying for his ridiculous drinking habits’
  • ‘oh james scored again, him and evans are both smiling far too much if you ask me’
  • ‘yes marlene i did say seven-thirty pm. what do you mean you’re busy?’
Feels Like the First Time

Feels Like the First Time

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: nothing but fluff

Word Count: 750

A/N: Fic-i-versary NINETEEN for my 30 Days of Jensen and Dean. The line “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” was requested by @winvhesters . Thank you for celebrating with me. This one came out of nowhere. Hope you like it!

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Hands to yourself

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: mild smut, too much fluff

Word count: 1702

Request: by anon, Could you write an imagine where bucky celebrates his and y/n’s anniversary and he can’t keep his hands to himself in a fluffy/smutty kind of way?

A/N: Hope you all like this! I’ve been busy all weekend but I managed to get this out! Any feedback would be greatly appreciated <3

Originally posted by bucha-nan

It was hard to believe that you had been married to Bucky for a year. Time seemed to fly, being attached at the hip to the love of your life. Your wedding was small and simple, held in a local church. There were not many guests or many decorations but it was everything you ever wanted and more. All that mattered was Bucky. Today was your anniversary, so obviously Tony would be using it as an excuse to throw a massive party. 

You and Bucky were set to arrive at the tower from your off site apartment in an hour. The steam fogged up your bathroom mirror and you swiped at it with your hand to help it dissipate. Removing the towel from around your body, you wrapped it around your hair and twisted it until it sat on top of your head. You poked at your face for a minute but then decided to get dressed before fixing your makeup. 

The bathroom door creaked open and the cool air made goosebumps appear all over your naked body. You shivered and immediately went to the dresser to find some underwear. You hadn’t noticed Bucky standing in the doorway of your bedroom until you felt his firm hands grip your hips from behind. 

He leaned forward and you could feel his breath fan across your skin. He placed a hot open mouthed kiss to your neck. A different kind of shiver racked your body. His lips were relentless as he trailed down your spine. Taking his time making sure to worship every part of you. At that point, finding underwear was long forgotten. He sucked on your hip for a moment, being sure to mark you and then turned your body around so you were facing him. 

The sight of him kneeling before you was so erotic you almost collapsed. He kissed and licked the front of your left hip slowly coming closer to your core and then moving farther away, teasing you.

 “Buck please” you moaned. You could feel his smirk on your hip as he obeyed you and kissed his way to your center. Your hands found their way into his hair and you guided him where you wanted him. You were lost in him, and he was definitely lost in you. That is until you remembered that you were supposed to be getting ready.

You held both the sides of his face and gently lifted him off of you. He grumbled at the loss of contact and looked up at you curiously.

 “Love, we have to get ready. Tony is expecting us in less than an hour” you smiled guilty down at him still kneeling in front of you. He looked disappointed but stood up next to you and kissed your cheek.

 “Do we have to go?” He whined and gave you his best puppy dog eyes. For a moment you were considering pushing him over to your shared bed and letting him do whatever he wanted to you. Quickly you snapped out of your irresponsible thoughts and looked at him sternly.

 “Yes darling we have to go. The party is for us after all.”

“Well if it’s for us we should be able to decide whether we want to go or not” Bucky persisted. 

“Come on it’ll be fun! Besides, we’ll have plenty of time to finish what we started after the party” you winked at him and took his large hand in yours. 

“Now help me pick out something to wear.”

20 minutes into your outfit search and you both had come up empty handed. You held up dress after dress but each of them didn’t sit right with you. Bucky wasn’t much help. He said that same thing each time you tried one on. ‘You look beautiful’. You would roll your eyes playfully and then you’d be back to square one. 

Frustrated and running out of time to get ready, you settled on a knee length champagne silk dress. It had a halter top and more of a babydoll fit. It made you feel beautiful. Bucky was no longer paying attention to you because he was getting himself ready. His snug dress pants made his ass look fantastic but you pushed away those thoughts and walked over to him. 

“So how do I look?” You asked waiting for the same response you got for all the other dresses. 

“Wow- okay you can’t wear that to the party” he groaned. His pupils were blown and he licked his lips. 

“What do you mean? I like this dress” you said clearly disappointed. 

“Doll, trust me, I love this dress. It’s just that if you want to actually get to the party you’re going to have to change. I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself with you looking like that” he smirked at you and you laughed at his coy remarks. 

“Well I think I’m going to wear it anyway and you, Mr. Barnes, are going to have to find a way to control yourself” you purred and placed your hand on his chest. Now you were teasing him. 

“Darling, you are going to be the death of me, I swear” he huffed with an exasperated look. Obviously your teasing had its intended effect on Bucky and you were pleased with yourself. You giggled at the expression on his face and leaned in to kiss his jaw. Seeing how flushed his face was, you turned away from him to fix your hair and makeup. 

Bucky stood directly behind you the whole time and occasionally brushed his metal hand up and down your back, making you shiver yet again. Your eyes met his in the mirror in front of you. He smirked at you, knowing that his close proximity to you was the reason you were biting your lip. After you were finished with your hair and makeup, he snaked his hands around your waist and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“You are so pretty” he remarked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Even though you had been married to him for a year and had been dating him for 3, his compliments always caught you off guard. Your face broke into a smile and your eyes flitted away from his, clearly flustered. You craned your neck to face him and leaned up to kiss his jaw.

“Come on darling, let’s go. The cab should be waiting for us outside” you beamed and fluffed your hair one last time before slipping on your shoes and gripping your husband’s hand for balance. He chuckled at the clumsiness you possessed in which he had fallen in love with, and made sure to keep you upright. After you were settled in your shoes Bucky lifted your hand to his mouth and left a gentle kiss there. He then led you to the door and out of your apartment.

On the walk to the cab you realized that you should’ve brought a jacket and were visibly uncomfortable. Bucky noticed and shrugged his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. You smiled in appreciation and he reached forward to open the car door for you. 

You were about ten minutes out from Stark tower and Bucky’s hand was resting on your leg. He had been cracking jokes to whole ride and for moment you stopped listening just to study his face. It was still a wonder to you, how effortlessly handsome he was.

Bucky became slightly worried when you didn’t laugh at what he had said and only looked at him with a curious expression.

“Y/N? You okay doll?” he questioned and rubbed your knee with his thumb.

“How did I get so lucky?” you responded absentmindedly and with a new surge of spontaneity, you reached into your purse and grabbed your phone. 

Hey Wanda, let Tony know that we’re not gonna make it tonight. Tell everyone to take a shot for us and have a good time! ox’ 

“Driver?” you called and Bucky quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Can you bring us back to where you picked us up? There have been a change of plans.” You winked at Bucky. His face split into a smile and he reached over to hold your hand. The driver made a quick U-turn and you were on your way home. 

“I was thinking it over and I decided that you were right. The only person I need with me to celebrate our anniversary, is you.” his smile grew until his nose was all scrunched up in that way you love and his eyes seemed to sparkle.

You pulled up in front of your apartment building and Bucky ran around to the your side of the car to open the door for you. You chastised him about opening doors for you all the time, claiming that you could open the door for yourself. He always responded with the same phrase, ‘Old habits die hard doll’ so eventually you had just gotten used to him doing it.

He took your hand as you climbed out of the cab and then wrapped his arm around your waist. You walked inside like this and once you reached your apartment, you started to dig through your purse for your key. 

Bucky, standing slightly behind you, grabbed your ass with both of hands, after making sure there was no one in the hallway. You grinned at him over your shoulder.

“I guess I don’t have to keep my hands to myself now” He smirked at you.

“I was hoping that you wouldn’t. If you thought I looked good with this dress on, you should see me with it off” you sang and pulled him into the apartment with you. He moaned and bit down on your shoulder lightly before picking you up and placing you gently on the bed.

He looked down at you with admiration for a moment and then finally spoke. “I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Now come here” You giggled and began to lift your dress over your head and you pulled him down to you.

over [matt murdock]

prompt: you and matt were great friends but he cut you off once he started patrolling the streets so he would keep you safe. you, on the other hand, can’t get over it until you know why he pushed you away like that.

a/n: this is inspired by a prompt i saw ages ago when i was too scared to write, however i can’t find the link to the blog and im sorry!!!

Originally posted by arabellawrites


Staring at the ceiling fan of your apartment was never an ideal Friday night. Not like you had anywhere to be, not anymore at least. You were never a very social person so your circle of friends was relatively small. Only people you’ve really connected with were the friends you made in collage - Matt and Foggy.

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Lazy Afternoons

Originally posted by amynelsons

Request: Hey back at it again with another request! Sheepishly shrugs Ethan x reader (fem) where readers been recording for awhile and Ethan’s clingy and all and so he pulls reader away from recording and they build a pillow fort and watch Harry Potter in it and just allot of fluff please? ☺😋 thank you I love your work! 😊

Summary: Fem!Reader is about to go on vacation with her boyfriend Ethan for the holidays, but he misses her after a whole day of her filming :(

A/N: Hello all! First fic of the new batch, woo! Anyway, this request is insanely cute??? Like I actually kinda blushed a little while writing this haha oops. Hope you guys enjoy!

Wordcount: 743, woop di doo

Any requests you guys send in are gonna pile up in my inbox and be saved for the next batch, so feel free to send them in! I’ll get to them in a week or so (20 requests to do oh god)

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Trope-tastic!

Hey all, I’m so pleased to announce my newest (follower controlled) series! 

Originally posted by gameraboy

Fanfiction tropes. You all know them. You all love them, no matter how overused they are. 

With that in mind, here’s how we get this party started: Pick a character. Then pick a number corresponding to the trope you want me to write a fic with that character and send it to me through my ask box! (ONE TROPE PER ASK PLEASE)

Characters: 

  • Dean Winchester 
  • Sam Winchester
  • Steve Rogers
  • Bucky Barnes
  • Alex Summers
  • Sherlock Holmes
  • Boaz Priestly
  • Newt Scamander
  • Tadashi Hamada 

Tropes: 

  1. There’s only one bed
  2. Fake dating/married…turns into real dating
  3. Person A thinks Person B has feelings for someone else but Person B has actually been in love with Person A for years
  4. Mutual unrequited pining until a third person(s) intervenes and gets them together
  5. Person A and Person B have to huddle together to keep warm in the cold
  6. “I hate them…but they’re so hot”/“I hate them…but I’d die for them”
  7. Person A and Person B have been friends for a long time and one day Person A realizes that they’ve fallen in love with Person B
  8. “If we’re just friends, then why are you jealous?”
  9. Emotional or physical hurt/comfort
  10. Always arguing but one day while arguing there’s a kiss 

Alright, go forth and send me some requests! 

~Little Bit Suggestive~

You hung up the phone, looking over at your husband who was pouring the last of a bottle of who knows what into a glass. You chuckled to yourself as you sat your phone down and walked over to him. 

“Jen, are you getting started without me? We get a weekend without kids, in a kick ass hotel room, and you start drinking before I can even get off the phone with your mother?” you asked with a chuckle. 

“I’m actually kind of drunk. Me likey,” Jensen smiled, dumping the clear liquid into a glass, leaving about a shot behind in the round bottle. You giggled slightly at his reference to the show before moving toward him. 

“Dude,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes and snatching the bottle out of his hand. “Looks like I have some catching up to do,” you smiled as you downed the remaining alcohol. 

Jensen drank his liquor in one smooth motion setting his glass down on the table beside him before grabbing you by the hip and pulling you onto his lap. 

You squealed in surprise, but let him pull you close, his fingertips dancing along your hip bones and crawling slowly under your shirt. 

“So,” he whispered as he pushed your shirt up over your head and leaned in to press a firm kiss on your chest. 

You tossed your head back, letting the feeling of his lips on your skin take you to the places you loved most. 

He smiled against your skin as he continued his assault. “No kids for the weekend. We are in this beautiful hotel all by ourselves. What do you say we get this party started?” he teased, unhooking your bra and smiling like a horny teenage boy before latching onto one of your nipples greedily. 

You wrapped your fingers around his neck and laughed. “I’m actually kind of drunk,” you echoed his statement from earlier. “Me likey,” you moaned, your head falling back once more as he gently nipped at the swollen bud. 

Jensen growled as he suddenly stood, and you wrapped your legs around him and held on tight as his mouth never left your skin. 

“I’ll show you something you’ll like, Mama,” he rumbled as he tossed you gently onto the bed. You leaned back on your elbows, a picturesque display of beauty. “Damn, I’d never guess you’d given birth to three beautiful babies,” he growled as he ripped his shirt off over his head and immediately made quick work of his jeans. 

“You don’t exactly look like a father of three yourself, Jen,” you smiled coyly. “But show me what you’ve got, Daddy,” you teased, biting your lip playfully. 

“With pleasure,” he answered, his voice filled with lust as he yanked you by the ankles to the edge of the bed, ridding you of your pants with ease. “Maybe if we do it right, we can make it four,” Jensen challenged as he kissed his way up your body and settled between your legs. 

“Give it your best shot, Ackles,” you smiled as Jensen slammed into you without warning, making it his mission to give you exactly what you wanted. 

Playlist

I think everyone should give these songs a listen, atleast once.

1. A Thousand Miles- Vanessa Carlton

2. Science And Faith- The Script

3.  Iris- Goo Goo Dolls

4. We’ll Be A Dream- We The Kings feat Demi Lovato

5. I Look so good without you- Jessie James

6.Lips Of An angel- Hinder

7. Dare You to move- Switchfoot

8. Collide- Howie Day

9. Hideaway- Daya

10. You don’t know me- Elizabeth Gillies

11. Radioactive- Mariana and the Diamonds

12. You and me- Lifehouse

13. By Your side- Faber Drive

14. Chemicals React- Aly and AJ

15. Robbers- The 1975

16. Surrender- Billy Talent

17. Angel With a shotgun- The Cab

18. Nothing’s gonna stop us now- Starships

19. No Surprise- Daughtry

20. Push- Avril Lavigne

21. In Your Eyes- Peter Gabriel

22. Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol

23. The Reason- Hoobastank

24. Ready Or Not- Bridget Mendler

25. Seasons- We Start Partys

26. Harlem- New Politics

27. Call Your Girlfriend- Robyn

28. St Elmo’s Fire (man in motion)- John Parr

29. There’s a place for us- Carrie Underwood

30. Obsessed- Miley Cyrus

He hasn’t had anyone in the stands for him since his mom had been the one coming to his games. But, after going back and forth on the idea for the weeks leading up to the game, he’d finally given in and email his high school coach, gotten Wymack to put aside a ticket for him—and then a few more, for a few of the juniors and seniors who had played with Colin. It had come together so smoothly, he felt almost foolish for worrying about it the way that he had.

It’s all that he’s ever wanted: to know that, when he leaves a place behind, he leaves something of himself there. That people remember him. That people miss him. That it matters that he was there at all. He’s always feared being invisible, being forgotten, because he knows just how easy of a thing it would have been for him to be, living the way he had lived. It may not have been his mother in the stands, but if there are people from an Exy team that he’d only played on for a year that want to come and see him play in a stadium he’d sat in and watched games in before, never even once dreaming that it would be him—well, that’s not nothing. It’s more than he’d ever thought he’d have.

The team had gone back to the hotel without him, Colin meeting up with his old coach and his old teammates outside of the locker room, basking in their congratulations and their admiration. And he could have done more—could have gone out to dinner with them, could have caught up more, could have thanked his coach more for being the reason he was a Fox in the first place—but there’s only really one place he wants to be, and that’s with his team. They drop him off in front of the hotel, and Colin watches them drive away—unsure if he’ll really see them again or if he’s gotten everything he needs from coming back to somewhere he’s called home twice in his life. 

Now, making his way back to the hallway that holds all the Fox rooms, he just hopes his teammates haven’t gotten too drunk—or worse, gone somewhere—without him. “Are we getting this party started, or what?”

Insecure

You made a small, unhappy noise as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You ran a hand through your hair and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before you cried…again. Amber would be here any minute to have your usual date night and you’d rather not be crying when she got here.

You walked away from your bathroom mirror above your sink, knowing that the more you look into the mirror, the more flaws you’ll see on your face. Once you left the bathroom you headed for your bedroom and changed into your pajamas which consisted of a sweater that Amber bought you for your birthday and a pair of random pajama pants you found in your dresser. Comfy.

Hearing a small ding you practically ran over to your phone, reading a text from Amber saying that she was picking up a few extra snacks and then she’d be over. You replied with a small “Okay! See you soon~” and then tossed your phone back onto your bed. Walking over to the opposite side of your room, you examined yourself in the full length body mirror leaned against the wall.

You lifted the sweater and looked at your tummy, you frowned and turned to the side to look at it from a different angle. You shook your head and pulled your sweater back down.

“Guess its time to start making my exercises more intense.” You muttered to yourself. Hesitantly, you lifted your sweater up again, this time pinching your stomach a little with one of your hands. You bit your lip, how did you gain weight in a short amount of time? It doesn’t make sense to you at all and that made you really upset. 

You sat in front of the mirror now and looked at your face again. Something in the back of your mind knew you should probably just get up and wait in the living room for Amber, but the rest of your brain was too busy picking at yourself to listen. You noticed all the blemishes on your face and the few scars that were there from things that happened as a child or from absentmindedly picking a pimple here and there. You noticed that one eyebrow was slightly higher up than the other and how your lips were a bit uneven too. This made you go into panic mode and you shut down, tears suddenly flowing down your cheeks. You were too busy crying and being curled up in a ball on the floor that you didn’t even notice Amber come walking into your room. 

Seeing your state she set the bags of snacks on your bed and slowly walked over to you, sitting down next to you. She pulled you into her lap and held you close, stroking your hair and kissing the top of your head. She whispered small things like “its okay, baby” to you. After a few minutes you managed to move yourself so you were facing Amber, still in her lap, and wrap your arms around her torso, burying your face into her neck. 

“What’s wrong, love?” She asked you, her arms snaking around you and her fingers tracing small patterns on your back.

“I-I don’t-” You sucked in a breath, “Amber.” You sobbed, squeezing her tight. 

“Hey, hey…shh…its okay. Calm down, you’re alright.” She kissed your shoulder. You took a few moments to try and control your breathing before you spoke again, now looking at her.

“Amber wh-whats wrong with me? Why can’t I lose weight? Why isn’t my face nice? Why can’t I look better? I-” She cut you off by putting a finger to your lips. She shook her head lightly.

“Hey, no. I don’t think so. You’re wonderful and beautiful. You don’t need to lose weight because your size is wonderful just how it is, but if you want to lose weight then I will help you, but only in a healthy way, okay? I’ll help you, I promise.” She gave you a small smile. “Also, you do realize you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, right? I mean look at you! You’ve been crying for almost ten minutes since I’ve been here and you still look so beautiful. Your makeup is smudged a little and your eyelashes are wet and you have some tear streaks on your face, but holy shit, you are beautiful.” She kissed the tip of your nose.

“But, my eyebrows are weird because one is higher than the other a-and my lips are uneven and I always have pimples and I-” You were cut off this time by Amber pressing her lips softly to yours. You pulled away slightly, but kept your face close to her’s. 

“You are beautiful, pimples or not, uneven lips or not, uneven eyebrows or not. I don’t care, you’re absolutely gorgeous and I love you just the way you are and you should too because you how you are is so great. I’m gonna help you love yourself, okay? Even if it takes a while and it only makes you love yourself a little bit. I promise.” She pecked your lips again. “Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good, now lets clean your tears up and watch some movies.” She pulled you up with her and lead you to your bathroom. She made you sit on the toilet and got one of your makeup wipes. She wiped away as much of the messed up makeup and tears as she could and then kissed your forehead. “There. Now you’re all cleaned up.” You let out a small giggle and stood up, wrapping your arms securely around Amber’s torso. 

“Thank you.”

“Always.” She kissed the top of your head and then turned in your arms so her back was towards you and made her way out of the bathroom, you still attached to her, laughing. “Now we get the party started, I’ll set up the movie and you get the drinks for us, okay?” You pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck and then detached yourself from her. 

After getting the drinks and shutting your bedroom light off, you crawled into your bed with Amber and cuddled up to her. The rest of your night was spent curled up to each other watching movies, eating food, and Amber reminding you how lovely you were after each movie.

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hi hello please let me know if this is any good ok thank u
(This was a request so hopefully I did some justice to what you requested!!! this is my first Amber scenario wooooaaaahhhh)
also if u liked it u should be a homie and put a request in my ask maybe?? i’ll write for almost any group that is in my bio on my blog ^~^

If Bleach characters threw a party...


As requested by @chappetrels :)


Parties are a lot of work! We’ve seen Bleach characters attend various parties before, but what if they were throwing a party? How would each of them contribute?


1. Ishida

Makes the invitations. They are beautifully made, with a hand-sewn lace border and calligraphic writing.

Ishida: The president of the crafts club strikes again!


2. Orihime

Delivers the invitations - ties them to people’s door along with a fresh roll from her bakery.

Orihime: For some reason, leaving bread on people’s doors just feels so right.


3. Urahara

Invites people to the party by writing in blood on their walls.

Ishida: OH COME ON WE WERE BEING SO CLASSY

Urahara: Just trying to help!


4. Matsumoto

Buys all of the decorations for the party. Stores them all in Ichigo’s room.

Ichigo: …I wish I could say I was surprised.


5. Kira & Hisagi & Renji & Matsumoto & Hitsugaya

Shop together for the booze for the party. It was supposed to just be the three dudes, but then Matsumoto heard about it and wanted to come. And Hitsugaya came along to supervise. Or tried to.

Hitsugaya: What do you MEAN I’m not allowed in the store???


6. Hitsugaya

Makes ice for the party. All the while insisting that his zanpakuto isn’t really supposed to be used for that.

Hyorinmaru: I don’t mind tho.

Hitsugaya: But it’s the principle of the thing.


7. Ulquiorra

Bakes cookies for the party. They are heart-shaped. And also black.

Ulquiorra: They will remind people of both the heart and of despair.

Ulquiorra: And if people do not wish to eat them…

Ulquiorra: Then I will force them down their throats.

Orihime: Ulquiorra no!


8. Gin

Brings punch to the party. Everybody refuses to drink it.

Gin: …am I that predictable?


9. Shinji & Rose

Bring the music for the party. Shinji brings the jazz records that can’t actually be played because nobody but him has a record player. Rose brings the actual music. And his guitar.

Rose: Just in case anybody feels like a live performance!

Kira: Only if you promise not to get distracted talking to it.

Kira: …this time.


10. Rukia

Buys juice boxes for the party. She also makes 100 illustrated instruction manuals that explain how to use the straw.

Ichigo: Okay but your instructions are only going to confuse people more.

Rukia:

[Rukia on Ichigo violence!]


11. Hanataro

Offers to take care of clean-up duty. 

Hanataro: I-I am very used to cleaning things!


12. Hinamori

Invents a kido that puts up the decorations for the party.

Matsumoto: …why are you so amazing, though?

Hinamori: W-who, me?


13. Kensei

Does the cooking.

Kensei: …this always happens to me.


14. Komamura & Iba

Bring the snacks.

Komamura: I am bringing these bone-shaped biscuits that Hisagi once told me about! They are delicious!

Iba: Excellent, captain!!!

Iba: And I will take care of the human food!

Komamura: …what?

Iba: T-the rest of the food, I meant!!!


15. Nel & Yachiru

Bring the candy.

Yachiru: There we go! Fifteen bags of candy!

Nel: Should we start shopping for the party now?

Yachiru: Yeah I guess we’d better!


16. Kyoraku & Nanao

Plan the party games.

Kyoraku: I’m so flattered that you wanted to work with me, lovely lovely Nanao-chan!

Nanao: Yeah people were scared that the games you planned might all be super lethal, otherwise.

Kyoraku: ..

Kyoraku: Yeah that’s fair.


17. Kurotsuchi

Hooks up the lights and the sound. At least, he does until somebody notices that he is also installing hidden cameras everywhere.

Kurotsuchi: What? So suddenly people don’t like to be spied on?

Kurotsuchi: Ridiculous.


18. Chad

Carries everything for everybody.

Chad: It only took a couple of trips.

Chad: Easy.


19. Ichigo

Promises to be at the party.

Ishida: Wait, what? How is that a contribution??

Ichigo: Well, if I’m there, then everybody will come.

Ishida: What are you even talking about?

Grimmjow: Hey. Wasn’t gonna come but then I heard that Kurosaki was gonna be there so I figured I’d better come so I could KILL HIM

Ichigo: See?

Ishida: OH COME ON


20. Byakuya

Holds the party at his mansion. Which would probably have worked out better had somebody told him that the party was happening at his mansion.

Byakuya: …why are there all of these decorations all over my mansion?

Byakuya: …why are are there so many people in festive clothing headed this way?

Byakuya: …why do these party invitations list my address?

Byakuya: …and why do they bear the WSRA stamp?

Byakuya: …

Byakuya: I am going to need a bigger zanpakuto.

The Artist.

(warning: long story)

There’s this painting my wife loves, called “Death and Life”, by Klimt. I don’t know what she finds so fascinating about it. I made all the right noises when she showed me her beloved framed print when we were first dating, oohing and ahhing and making up some bullshit about warm and cold color schemes and the specific choice of angles and line. She was an artist, our first few dates involved long walks through museums, starting in Picasso’s blue period and ending in heavy petting and blue balls.

I took an art history course as an elective when I was finishing up my doctorate, I remembered enough of the lingo to charm my fantastically gorgeous future wife and lure her back to my stupidly filthy apartment. We’re talking me as the foul bachelor frog, sitting on a lillypad made of empty take out containers surrounded by pond of enough unwashed clothes to keep a laundromat in business for a cool 6 months.

I remember scrambling to find 2 of any sort of cup-like container for the bottle of wine we had brought back while she was in the bathroom. I rinsed out a couple of coffee mugs and ran into the bedroom to try to clean up the condom wrappers that had been sitting on my bedside table since 2003. On the bed, neatly laid out against the rest of the chaos, were my wife’s dress, bra and panties. She came out of the bathroom completely nude aside from a pair of high heels, took the wine from me and took a swig straight from the bottle. I fell totally, completely and irrevocably in love.

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Dricki One Shot: "No Bullshit"

As Drake walked inside his condo, he recalled the events from the night. Seeing his beautiful, sexy girlfriend at the club. Damn, she has this effect on him no girl ever had. She made him happy and made his dick happy. He felt it rise at the mental images of Nicki at the club.

“Damn, I’m horny.” Drake muttered pulling out his phone and unlocked it. He dialed Nicki’s number.

3 in the morning
You know I’m horny
So why don’t you come over to my place
Put a smile on my face

“Hello?”

“Onika, how are you gonna look all sexy and not let Papi explore that?”

She giggled. “Well it’s all for you.”

“Then bring your fine ass over here.”

“Ok Papi.” She hung up and Drake looked at his phone satisfied.

Leaving the club
Shawty hurry up
So we can this party started

Nicki made her way inside his condo. She traveled up the stairs. She had no clue why her heart was beating as fast as it was. She was never nervous about having sex with Drake. Why now?

Nicki slowly opened the door to see him laying on his back. He sat up and grinned.

“Took you awhile.”

“Shut up.” She pushed him back on the bed and kissed him with her tongue traveling every part of his mouth.

Drake loved it when Nicki was agressive and in control. It turned him even more. She stood up and removed her dress. Under, she was wearing a bra but no panties.

Drake stood up to kiss her and claim her mouth with his. He slipped two fingers in her opening and her mouth formed an O.

“Already wet for me” Drake smirked stroking his fingers in and out.

Her eyes were closed and he observed a look of pleasure on her face as he kept going. His fingers disappeared in his mouth and he sucked hardly on them.

“Stop teasing!”

Drake chuckled still sticking his tongue in and out of her. His tongue swiped up and down her clit. Nicki’s hand clutched his head pushing his mouth down on her.

“Eager, much?”

“Yes.” She replied.

He pushed her legs open wider and launched his mouth on her. She was sweet as candy. His teeth tugged at her lips and bit down.

“Eat me, Daddy” Nicki moaned loudly.

Drake swirled his tongue deeper and slower as her legs shook. He felt her pussy escape his mouth.

“Where the fuck you going?” Drake grunted pulling her legs back down.

Her legs went around his neck as he devoured her pussy.

“This is my pussy.” Drake thought as he tongue fucked her.

He removed his mouth and laid on the bed. Nicki climbed on top unbuckling Drake’s jeans, and pulling them along with his boxers, freeing his penis.

“Nicki, what are you doing?” I asked.

She smirked. “Shut up and let me give you head.”

He grinned widely obeying. She didn’t have to tell him twice. He watched as she took his whole dick into her mouth. She bobbed up and down and Drake guided her head. Damn she was good.

“Oh fuck Nicki.”

When she was done, he sat up and looked at her.

“Come sit on Daddy’s face” Drake commanded.

She cheesed and he laid back down as she took a seat on his face with her pussy on his mouth. Drake’s arms traveled around her legs. He began eating the box again. Twisting his tongue in and out of her. Her moans egging him on. She started moving up and down riding his tongue.

“Oh God! Yes!” She yelled.

Drake stood up quickly and removed her bra revealing her large breasts. He placed his kisses on her chest. He swirled his tongue all over her nipple. He gently bit down making her yelp.

He went over to his drawer to retrieve a condom. He rolled it on and got between her legs. He rubbed the tip at her opening making her frustrated. He decided to take mercy on her and slowly thrust himself making sure she took every inch of him. Her mouth formed an O.

“That’s right. Feel me.”

Oh yes she did feel him. All the way in her stomach. He started to slowly move inside and she started to whimper.

“Fuck.”

“Mhhh Drizzy.” She moaned as he penetrated her.

“What’s my name?” He asked slamming more roughly into her.

“Drake.”

“What’s my name?”

“Aubrey!” She breathed digging her nails into his back.

“What’s my fucking name?”

“Aubrey Drake Graham!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Drake released inside the condom and went to throw it away. Nicki got on her knees and Drake entered her from the back.

“Whose shit is this?”

“Yours, Papi.” Nicki purred grabbing the pillows.

He pounded into her more and all that was heard was Drake’s balls slapping against her ass. He turned her over entering her once again with her left leg reaching for the sky. Missionary. He loved this position.

“Papi, I’m gonna cum!” Nicki screamed as her walls broke down.

“Not yet.” He took both of her legs and put them behind her head.

With her legs behind, he continued to pump her insides as Nicki’s orgasm rippled through. She couldn’t take it. She released and when she did, she squirted out but Drake didn’t stop.

“Shit Drake, I came!” She groaned.

He placed her on top of him.

“Ride this dick.” He commanded slapping her ass.

She bounced up and down and rolled her hips against him. She went reverse cowgirl and he played with her huge posterior.

“Damn Nicki!’ Drake grunted.

"If you own this pussy, I own this dick.” She bounced harder.

“Yes babe its yours. Shit”

She smiled and came once again. He came right after her. Nicki laid next to him out of breath. Drake rolled over on top of her and kissed her lips.

“Round 2.”

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Tell me what you think 

-Chrissi 

Kagami and Kuroko's conversation
Kagami and Kuroko's conversation

Kagami: What? What’s going on?

Kuroko: It seems that all of the Teiko Basketball Club members are going to gather together and play street basketball.

Kagami: Really? That’s amazing.

Kagami: Oh, but isn’t that also on the 31st? What to do…..

Kuroko: Now that you mention it, Kagami-kun also mentioned about the 31st.

Kagami: Well, actually we were also planning on doing something on that day as well.

Kuroko: What is that plan?

Kagami: Your birthday party.

Kagami: The first years are going to gather and enjoy ourselves together.

Kuroko: Really?

Kagami: Yeah.

Kuroko: Oh, but what should I do? I’ve already promised to go to their gathering.

Kagami: You should go. You don’t get much chances like these.

Kagami: We can start the party during the evening after you finish.

Kuroko: Yes! Thank you. I am happy.

Kagami: It’s not much really. It’s only a birthday party.

Sunday mornings

Prompt: We both live in the same apartment building but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we’re both doing the walk of shame

This is 4.8k of a neighbours au. It’s mostly cute :)

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Dex tried not to groan as he pushed the button for his floor. Fuck, were the elevator lights too bright for him now? Where had his university alcohol tolerance gone?

“Hold the elevator!”

Dex did groan that time, but hit the “open door” button because even as hungover as he was, he wasn’t a fucking asshole.

The other person slid into the elevator, almost falling over his own feet. “Thanks man. Did not want to spend any more time in that hallway.”

Dex looked at him and recognized the guy from the 7th floor who lived across from Lardo. He looked nearly as disheveled as Dex, his hair obviously rumpled, and was that a - yep, that was definitely a hickey where his t-shirt met his neck. Dex smirked at the guy. “Looks like you had a good night though.”

The guy smirked back at him, taking in Dex’s similar appearance. “I could say the same thing.”

“You wouldn’t be wrong,” Dex said, deadpan.

“Nice.” The other guy nodded at him.

They stood in silence as the elevator went the last few seconds up to the 7th floor. Before getting off the elevator, the other guy held out his fist and bumped his knuckles against Dex’s when he returned the gesture. “Nice,” the guy repeated, and walked out of the elevator.

Dex managed to drag himself to the kitchen of his 10th floor apartment, where he drank two glasses of water, set a two hour alarm, and passed out on his couch, the low voices of ESPN broadcasters on the tv in the background.

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