''there there. we totally like you better anyway.''

ok but one of these days we’ll have to make a ‘reasons why Spock is a better boyfriend than you all’ (or, alternatively, why Spock totally doesn’t suck as a boyfriend)’  list.
Can include stuff from the videogame and comics too.
like, little examples:

  • - he cooks for his girlfriend, so that they can have a private dinner in his room instead of a crowded mess hall  (or more like, he really, really tries to cook for her, and Nyota appreciates his efforts.. anyway)
  • - instinctively walks to his girl to hold her hand when crazy mofo wants to kill everyone
  • - when they started dating, he followed the courtship rituals of his people and respected her, so he didn’t try to take her to bed too soon; he asked her to get kinky with their minds instead
  • - keeps a glass of water and a plate with fruit on his nightstand when his girl spends the night with him (just in case their activities might make her hungry and thirsty). He doesn’t mind her not using pajamas.
  • - he doesn’t want her to experience the same pain he experienced when he lost his mother and home planet.
  • - after having to nerve-pinch the evil counterpart of his girlfriend, he is still very gentle with her because she looks like his love, and he can’t bear to see her hurt
  • - finds the company of his girl restorative; her presence is everything he needs to feel good after a long day of work. He doesn’t need plants.
  • - the first question he asks to his female counterpart, upon meeting her for the first time, is whether she also has an exclusive emotional relationship with her own Uhura. His priorities are in check.
  • - his evil counterpart loves his girl more than wanting to conqueer the universe
  • - he has faith in his girl and trusts her skills more than anyone on the ship
  • - keeps a perfect dichotomy between referring to her as an officer, by rank,  while they are working, and calling her by her first name only when referring to her as his significant other
  • - won’t have any comment on the matter when Kirk asks him if her first name is indeed Nyota because he respects she doesn’t give her first name to everyone.
  • - gives to his girl a vokaya necklace amulet that belonged to his beloved mother, and is thus very precious to him (and his people, since the mineral is now rare and should maybe be put in some museum), as a token of his love and respect.
  • - he made sure his radiactive necklace gift was completely harmless before giving it to his girl.
  • - doesn’t even realize that said necklace was a tracking device until he needs to find and save his girl.
  • - despite his self-insistence of the contrary, he knows and admits that his feelings for Nyota make it impossible to not act when she’s in danger because when you love someone you protect them, regardless the injudiciousness of their actions.
  • - he finds the time with his girl deeply furfilling
  • - gets his ass kicked at 3d chess by his girl the first time they play together, and instead of being butthurt about that, he’s like ‘omg I’m in love’ and gives her the king piece from his chess set as a token of his love
  • - wants to personally participate to a dangerous rescue mission in spite of being injured and barely able to walk just becaue his girl is there too.
  • - he appreciates her concerns for him and respects that
  • - he’s the most diligent officer but he still puts works aside to go to a party just because he knows his girl would be there too, and engaging with her socially is more pleasing than completing his mission report
  • - he looks grateful when his girl brings him a drink. Looks like someone who a has a gigantic crush for his girl in spite of already being in a relationship with her since years.
Shoot to Thrill

Originally posted by multifandomfantasychild

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4,396 (w/o lyrics)

Warnings: drinking (excessively, lots of shots), heavy AF flirting, some swear words, naughty-ish thoughts, implied naughty actions later maybe….so kinda like smut?

Summary: After a successful hunt, you and the Winchesters head to the bar for the usual celebration ritual. You get absolutely hammered, making your desire for Dean come to the forefront of your mind. Dean thinks you’ve had enough alcohol, but you’re not done, so you strike a deal: you win a game of pool, you stay and he shuts his mouth, but what if he wins?

A/N: I actually got pointed (by @bewithme-forevermore) in the direction of a writing challenge to write a Marvel character with the theme of an AC/DC song. I didn’t do the challenge but it sparked this idea - except for Dean. Of course Dean. If this was a Marvel thing, I would’ve gone Bucky, or Steve for some sinful-ish Stevie boy *rubs hands together evilly* But this is my first attempt at writing anything REMOTELY smutty because I just don’t do smut at all - it isn’t my thing so I’m sorry for the quality of it. But it just felt like it HAD to happen. I don’t even think I could call it smut at all but I don’t know what else to call it

Y/N/N = your nickname


You practically crawled into the back of the impala, laying your back against the leather seat, careful to avoid getting too much blood everywhere. What you had thought were two werewolves turned out to be five, but the three of you had managed in the end to take care of the problem with no broken bones. That’s not to say you won’t have wicked bruises in the morning if they weren’t forming already, and you didn’t even want to think about the aching muscles. That was morning (Y/N)’s problem.

“Hey, you still alive back there?”

His emerald eyes ducked below the roof of the impala, brows knitted together.

“As if I’d leave all the fun to you two asshats, without me you’d be dead!”

You waved him off, not missing the defiant snort at your words, laying your arm over your forehead.

“Sweetheart, I hate to tell you this but Sammy and I were quite capable hunters before you came along. We would’ve been fine.”

“Doubt it pretty boy, I made you better.” You winked at him, puckering your lips together and blowing him a kiss.

“Pretty boy huh? I’m an asshat and a pretty boy…” Of course that’s all he’d take from that. Either he was a total moron who couldn’t see the hints you had been dropping since forever, or he wasn’t interested but didn’t have the heart to stop flirting with you anyway. You let out a sigh, closing your eyes while you waited for Sammy to get back to the impala.

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Gianna: Is there a problem, here?

Britt: (fake smile) Of course not. We were just sharing ghost stories with our bestie here. She’s got some good ones. (winks)

Gianna: Yeah, it totally looks like it. You two better beat it, or you won’t like what happens afterwords. Don’t think I didn’t see you and Chad in the courtyard today, Naomi. Behind the bushes?

Naomi: I don’t know what you’re talking about, Butch.

Gianna: Oh, I think you do. You uh, still got a little something there on the corner of your mouth, by the way.

Britt: Okay, enough! C’mon, we got better places to be, anyway. Mom said we could leave early today, anyway. 

So I'm reading "Awake" and I couldn't help but think of this scenario...
  • Optimus: And so... for the sake of our peace treaty, and for our own well-being, it is probably best that Autobots and Decepticons steer clear of each other... for the time being.
  • Everyone: [murmuring, unsure]
  • Starscream: PFFT! Frag that.
  • Optimus: I... excuse me?
  • Starscream: You're glitched if you think I'm gonna abide by that.
  • Wheeljack: You lookin' to start something, flight-frame?
  • Starscream: [snorts] Hardly! It's unrealistic to continue keeping Autobots and Decepticons apart. We should be learning how to cooperate with each other, and the Neutrals. Besides, anyone who's got a personal score to settle would probably disobey that order anyway.
  • Rumble: He's got a point.
  • Frenzy: Yeahhh, who else would know better than Starscream about disobeying orders?
  • Everyone: [some more murmurs, chuckling]
  • Starscream: Quiet, you! The point is we're ALL going to live on this planet, whether we like it or not.
  • Optimus: I have considered this, Starscream. But what can be done? Tensions between our factions are still very high...
  • Starscream: Well I know what I'M gonna do...
  • [Starscream marches over to Skyfire. His confidence is a total bluff, but the grounders don't know that]
  • Starscream: Skyfire... would you... like to accompany me to... that bar? Over there.
  • [He points to one of the few establishments available]
  • Skyfire: Starscream, I don't think--
  • Starscream: Wait, wait a klik. No tricks. No stupid war stuff. Just you, me, my trine, and a couple of friends you wanna bring along. Whatever. I don't care. What do you say?
  • Skyfire: I...
  • [Meanwhile, Starscream's stiff posture has his trine worried. He doesn't really take public rejection well... and it seems like this behavior is taking every ounce of confidence he can muster. He's really putting himself put there on this.]
  • Skyfire: [looks to his comrades]... Percy? Wheeljack? You wanna come too?
  • Wheeljack: HELL N--
  • Perceptor: Sure, why not.
  • Wheeljack: [sputters] You CAN'T be serious.
  • Perceptor: Mm... let's just see where this goes.
  • Wheeljack: [rolls optics] Fine. But I don't have to like it...
  • [Group starts to move up the block towards the bar. Ratchet begins to follow.]
  • Optimus: You too, old friend?
  • Ratchet: I'm not going for them. I'm going 'cause I've got spare credits and I've got nothing better to do...
  • Optimus: Mhm.
  • Ratchet: Plus, if this gets ugly for any reason I'll be right there. Doesn't that make you feel better?
  • Optimus: Why are you REALLY going, Ratchet?
  • Ratchet: To be honest-- Autobots... Decepticons... hanging out already?-- I need a drink.

My sister, a good and pure Clear lover: Why do you like ViTri anyway? They’re bad.

Me, an intellectual, total trash:

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My VEGEBUL fancast!!!!!!!
Ed Westwick x Zhang Ziyi

REASON…
Ed because I know that he can play the arrogant, condescending, broody, I’m the shit and I know it that has father issues, but really just needs a woman to love me and balance me out and not take any of my shit character ex. GG Chuck Bass.
Now, Ed’s alittle tall 5'9, but get someone like extra tall like Godfrey Gao as Goku he’s like 6'4 or something and balance it out lol.
I always imagine Vegeta taller than Bulma anyway.

Zhang, she’s been named one of the world’s most beautiful women, like some blue haired genius we know. She’s a total badass that can hold her own and has played some very complicated characters in the past. Ex. House of Flying Daggers- Xiao Mei and Memoirs of a Geisha- Chiyo.
Who better to play the genius heiress

Now, if you have issues with my picks don’t look at it. Just pass it put as you scroll. There you go… . . juuuust keeeep oonn goooing. Because idc, cause… you know what? I had fun doing this. So, Bii don’t kill my vibe.

But if you like it. . .😘😘😘 thank you!!!

anonymous asked:

I remember reading Kill la Kill was the exact opposite of Madoka Magica

In what way?

I actually think Kill la Kill and Puella Magi Madoka Magica are extremely similar.

Both are series created for the seinen (older male) demographic, yet attract a large number of women and girl fans due to the complex, layered, and primarily-female cast that both shows boast.

Both series get some of the absolute worst Discourse regarding feminism—that somehow still manages to super overlook the gross, basic fact that both shows feature the incredibly nasty and uncomfortable over-sexualization of underage girls. (Which, probably contrary to popular opinion, I honestly think is worse in Madoka because the girls are literally, like, 14!!! At least a bunch of the Kill la Kill cast are legal adults.)

Both series also receive (imo) extremely undeserved praise for their depiction of wlw relationships, as both series are created for men and the depiction of these relationships caters to men rather than other wlw—something that feels horribly, explicitly clear when Madoka scriptwriter Gen Urobuchi can only say that Homura “probably” loves Madoka and doesn’t think that anything in the show is as “special” as “homosexual love,” but just “a lovelike-relationship without sexual attraction,” and when Kill la Kill scriptwriter Kazuki Nakashima proclaims that “THERE IS NO ROOM FOR LOVE AND RELATIONSHIPS IN KILL LA KILL (and the big reason that the show is thought to have at least one wlw relationship is due to a nasty, uncomfortable, non-consensual joke kiss that was purposely animated poorly because it’s meant to be a joke, because of course wlw relationships must always just be crude, nasty jokes for the Male Gaze, right?).  In both cases, the series don’t want to “follow through” with a real, actual, canon wlw relationship because the anime are both made for men and so many men can’t stand to think of their “waifus” being into women and not into them (just take a look at what happened with Overwatch and Tracer/Emily).

Both series are discussed to death about being “deconstructions” of this or that or the Magical Girl genre.

Both series feature aliens making a mess of the Earth.

Both series have absolutely rad soundtracks and animation.

Both series refuse to have a happy ending, because of course someone who is “different” and doesn’t quite fit in (Homura, Senketsu) don’t deserve happy endings with the people they love—that’s unrealistic (and Magical Girl magic definitely isn’t!)!

Both series attract super negative, salty posts like this.

This is a rant but, like, you know. It would be nice if you read, if, like. You have patience and time? idk lmao

 (adm: Hey guys!! Some things are kind of getting out of control, and honestly I don’t even know where to start, but…! I’m putting this under a cut because it’s so long lmao [I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE]

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Smile, Doll Face Pt. 2

Part 1

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Warning: Smut

Hey peeps! So, here’s part two. Sorry for the wait and for the lack of quality in this one. I’m not very good at writing part 2′s to stories. But anyway, I hope you guys don’t hate it too much. 

P.S. I really can’t do a part 3 if anyone wants it. Sorry, homies.

As your loud yawn echoes through the parking lot, you try to rub the tiredness from your eyes. You’re exhausted. Even though you have a nice stack of cash now, you’re still working at the news station. You haven’t been out in the field much since the robbery, which is mostly due to your boss. He can be a nice guy when he wants to be. Recently, all you’ve been doing is organization in the storage rooms and cleaning at the end of the day. Now that you think about, you’re not sure if he’s trying to be nice or if he’s just having you clean so he doesn’t have to hire a janitor. Right now, you’re betting on the latter. But still, you can’t really blame him. Even with the simple tasks he gives you, productivity has gone down. Way down. You try to work hard, you really do, but your mind always finds its way back to the robbery. Back to The Clown Prince. Sometimes you look over your shoulder, expecting him to be there with a wild grin plastered on his face and your camera clutched in his hand.

You huff and get into your car, plopping into the drivers seat and tossing your bag to the side.

You freeze when you notice an envelope taped to the steering wheel. You click on the light and lock the doors out of instinct.

“What is…” your voice trails off when you see the cursive handwriting on the back.

♡ Doll Face♡

Your lips curl up into a grin and you rip the envelope open, shaking out its contents.

You swear loudly when you see the pictures fall out. The pictures he took. You flip through them, your breathing a little bit heavier with each one.

He wrote on the photos with red sharpie. Each one said something different.

“What a pretty little slut”

“Daddy’s good little girl”

“Kitten loved playtime, didn’t she?”

The last picture was of you covered in his cum with your tongue out.

Daddy’s coming for you, Doll Face. You’re never leaving my sight again.
                                             ~See you soon~

After staring for a few more minutes, you put the pictures back in the envelope and stuff it into your bag.

You start the car and pull out of the parking lot. You try to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as you head home.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you walk into your apartment. You kick the door shut and make your way to the kitchen. You smile as you rummage through the fridge. You have to admit, it’s nice to finally have money. You get to eat actual food, instead of instant noodles and TV dinners.

“I was wondering when you’d come home.”

You shriek and jump, slamming your head into the fridge with a thud.

“Fucking shit!” You exclaim, turning around and rubbing the top of your head.

Your breath catches in your throat when you see him.

The Joker is in your kitchen.

The Joker is in your fucking kitchen!

It all feels so…surreal.

Then you realize how fucking stupid you look. Staring at him, completely dumbfounded.

He said he was coming to get you.

Whether you totally believed it at the time is a different story. But that shit doesn’t matter because he’s actually here.

“I didn’t think you would…wait…how the fuck did you get in here?”

Before he can answer, you cut him off.

“That’s a stupid question. You’re a criminal. Obviously you have your ways. How long have you been in here? I mean, you had enough time to put the pictures in my car-”

“Kitten…”

“-and to come back here but my job is over an hour away so you must’ve been here-”

“Kitten!” He growls, shutting you up.

He stalks closer to you and you look towards the floor.

“I uh, I talk a lot…when I’m nervous. Sorry,” you mumble.

“Look at me,” he instructs, tilting your chin up.

You bat your eyelashes at him and study his face, your eyes filled with curiosity.

“I don’t know your name, doll.”

You giggle. “That’s a lie.”

He grips your chin tighter but you keep your eyes on him.

“You’re telling me you hung around in my apartment and didn’t look through my mail?” You quip with a smirk.

He grins and releases your chin.

“You’re a smart one, Y/N.”

“So, uhm, Joker-”

“J,” he corrects.

“Right, J. What exactly did you mean by the whole, ‘you’re never leaving my sight again’ thing?”

“I take it back. Not as smart as I thought,” he says.

“I just…find it hard to believe that you want me.”

“What’s so hard to believe? I told you I take what I want. If I didn’t want you, you’d already be dead,” he states.

Was that supposed to make you feel better?

You can’t do this, can you? You have a job and a life.

A shitty job and a boring life. A miserable life that you’ve always wanted to be rid of. You can totally do this! It’s not like you have much of a choice anyway.

“So,” you say, locking your arms around his shoulders.

“Where are we going?”

J smiles madly with an insane look in his eyes and pulls you closer by your hips.

“Before we go anywhere, Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

He tosses you over his shoulder and carries you towards the bedroom, slapping your ass before throwing you down on to the bed.

He’s on top of you in an instant, biting at the exposed flesh on your neck and running his hands down your sides.

You eagerly pull his shirt off, tossing it across the room. You gasp when you feel a sharp pinch on your stomach. You look down to see his knife ripping up through your shirt…and your bra.

“Oh, not again! That was my favorite bra,” you whine with a pout.

“I’ll buy you more, princess,” he says, yanking down your pants.

He crawls back up to you capturing your lips roughly, sliding his tongue into your mouth. His cock presses against your pussy and you moan, lifting your hips up into him. He shoves your hips down and you can feel him smirking. His hand travels down your stomach, dipping between your legs. His hand moves against you and you arch into his touch. He sucks your nipple into his mouth, giving you a small bite. You whimper and push your hips up again, only for him to slam them back down into the mattress. His hand flies around your throat, gripping it tightly.

“Behave, kitten,” he growls.

“Please,” You say breathlessly.

“Please what?”

You swallow hard. “Please, daddy. I need you,”

“Fine,” he says, releasing your neck and rolling on to his back.

“Why don’t you take a seat on Daddy’s face, princess.”

You don’t hesitate to kick off your panties and straddle his head, giving him perfect access to your dripping mound.

He teasingly flicks his tongue against your clit before delving in. You shudder and grip tightly on to his hair. You’ve been thinking about this for weeks, and now it’s finally happening! All that pent up sexual frustration will finally be released.

You roll your hips, slowly grinding your clit against his tongue, occasionally hitting the cold metal of his teeth. His fingers dig into your hips, keeping you still while his tongue does all the work, lapping at your heat and playing with your wetness. His cock hardens more with every moan and squeak that escapes your lips.

You taste better than he imagined and boy, did he imagine. The late nights spent with only the pictures he took and his right hand to keep him company.

No, you weren’t the only one waiting for this.

He hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you further down on his mouth. He can’t get enough of your flavor.

His tongue flicks and swirls faster against you, your legs clench tighter around his head and you make a strangled noise.

“I’m so close,” you whimper.

He starts sucking on your sensitive bud and you cry out, tossing your head back.

The familiar tingling pools in your lower abdomen and you know you won’t last much longer.

Your hands bury into his hair and you grind your hips again, ignoring the sting from his grip.

“Fuck, daddy!” You scream out.

His eyes lock hungrily onto yours when you reach your orgasm, pleasure rippling throughout your body.

He presses a gentle kiss to your clit before sliding out from under you. You collapse forward onto the bed with a content sigh.

“We’re not done yet, kitten.”

You gasp when you feel his cock push inside you. He holds your hips down into the mattress and pulls out slowly just to slam back inside you again.

“You’re so tight,” he groans, thrusting faster.

You bury your face into the pillow, muffling your moans as he pounds into you. Yanking you up by your hair, he wraps his hand around your neck and growls in your ear.
His hot breath tickles your skin, sending shivers down your body, despite the sweat covering you.

He squeezes tighter and you claw at his hands but he slams into you harder. Your vision goes fuzzy and your ears ring but he’s not letting up. You can see him out of the corner of your eye, glaring at you with a snarl.

Fucking hell, he’s strong!

You suck in a huge breath when he let’s go, but you’re face down on the mattress again with him right on top of you.

It’s getting too intense and you bite down on the pillow, digging your nails into the sheets.

Your walls spasm around him and he smirks, reaching around to rub your clit

“Come on, kitten. Cum for daddy,”

That’s all it takes to push you over the edge.

You quiver and mumble incoherently as you ride out an electrifying orgasm.

His thrusts are sloppy and hard, his breath is hot on your neck and he tangles his fingers in your hair.

He slams into you violently, shooting his cum inside you.

“You’re so good, kitten,” he whispers, burying his face in your hair.

That’s it. There’s no turning back now.

This is the beginning of your new life.

And you will always belong to The Clown Prince.

Whether you like it or not.

Losin Control- Michael Clifford Part 2

Thanks for all the love!!! Enjoy part 2!

Originally posted by peachyemo

You spent the next couple of days at the park, hoping to catch Michael.  The very next day you went at the same time, sure enough there he was right where you met the day before. You gave him a soft smile and sat down in the same spot as yesterday.

“Hey” He said, smiling.

“Hi”

“You look nice”

You were simply wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but today you actually took the effort to brush your hair and put on a little make-up.

“Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself”

He laughed at that.

From there you both just began talking….about everything and anything. Family, friends, life… he’d been through a lot. Then again so did you. A few days of you guys meeting up at the park everyday you finally told him everything about Jack. The alcohol, the abuse, the cheating….everything.

He stayed quiet for a long time after that.

“I guess that’s the best I deserve though…I mean it’s not like many descent guys will be willing to deal with someone like me. If a decent guy even exists” You rambled, like you tended to do so when the other person wasn’t saying anything. After you said this however you wanted to kick yourself. Michael was such a great guy, if there was any good guy in the world was truly good, it was Michael.

“Y/n…” Michael said, giving you a sad look. “That’s not true. You’re smart, and nice, and funny…you deserve only the best.”

“Yeah…well…”

“And I’ll show you not every guy is like that asshole.”

“How?”

“We’re going on a date”

“What?!”

“We’re going on a date. Tonight. So go get ready, we’re laving at 6. I’ll go by your sister’s to pick you up.”

“Um ok…”

Michael walked you home a few nights ago when you begin talking for so long it was really dark outside, him insisting he walk you home. You didn’t think he actually remembered where the house was though, but those doubts vanished as soon as the doorbell rang at exactly 6 o'clock and you opened the door to find Michael. He was dressed up, well as much as his whole punk rocker style would permit him. He was wearing black skinny jeans (no holes for once) and a really nice black button up dress shirt. Of course he was still wearing combat boots, and his usual necklaces and bracelets.  

“Wow. You clean up well Michael…”

“I could say the same” He said, still eyeing the dress you were wearing. You went all out for him, making sure you looked your best for your guy’s date. “Y/n….you’re so beautiful”

You blushed and bit your lip. “Thanks Mike…”

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Yup. All set. Where are we going?”

“Just come on” He said pulling you by the hand out the door.

And off you went. He led you to a car, and drove you both to a really nice restaurant. Not all fancy, but really nice with amazing food.

“How have I never been here?” You asked, shoving another mouthful of pasta in your mouth.

“I’ve never been here either. A friend recommended it. I really should listen to Ash more often”

“Mmmm….tell this Ash that he is my new hero. I officially love this place now”

“Yup, we’re definitely coming here next time. And Ash is my bandmate” He laughed

As much as the words ‘next time’ made your heart pound, you were more focused on the word 'bandmate’.

“Bandmate? Wait…you’re in a band?” He never did tell you what he did. Music was the last thing that came to mind when you thought of a profession, but this actually fit Michael well.

“Huh…I never did tell you I’m in a band did I? Most people already know, I never thought of bringing it up.”

“What are you big shots or something?”

“Well we’re kind of a big deal”

“Have you been signed?”

He laughed at this. “Wow, you really had no idea I was in a band did you?”

“Umm…no? Should I? I mean the whole musician thing seems to fit you really well and all…”

“5 Seconds of Summer”

“What?” You laughed

“It’s the name of my band”

“5 Seconds of Summer? Seriously? Why?”

“Just thought it sounded cool. And give me a break, I was like 15 when I came up with the name”

“I can tell” You laughed. “So any big tours? Meet anyone famous?”

“Well we started out touring with One Direction…”

“One Direction? So you’re in a boy band…”

“No…I mean it’s all guys and we’re a band, but not like a boy band…”

“Are you sure you’re not just the bad boy figure, all punk rock style and seemingly hardcore but with a sensitive side?” You teased

“Y/n….we’re not a boy band…but I am totally the bad boy” He winked

“Haha ok. Well what type of music do you play?”

“We’re sort of our own genre…we like all sorts of music and it kind of shows in our own”

“Well…when do I get to see you play?”

“You really want to?”

“Um…yes? Of course I do. If you’re such a big shot that you tour with 1D I gotta hear you play. What do you play anyway?”

He looked at his watch. Out of curiosity you too checked the time. Nearly 7:30.

“If you really want to find out, we better get going”

“What do you mean?”

Instead of replying, he simply waved the waiter over.

“Check please” He said, giving you big cheesy grin.


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Requests always open! Thanks for reading!! -Lydia

Gealousy

To: Eleanor (@allthingsjily)

From: Bonnie (@bantasticbeasts)

Happy Christmas and I hope this isn’t too far from what you had in mind :)

*

It’s an unpleasant and not entirely unfamiliar sensation that hits Lily Evans first. It’s Marlene McKinnon’s Potions essay that hits her second.

Ow,” she hisses, swatting the roll of parchment away.

“You’re staring,” Marlene sings, and Lily quickly averts her gaze from the table three to her left to the ceiling.

“Staring at what?” she asks, feigning innocence. Marlene doesn’t buy it for a second, and rightly so. Lily was staring, and the curious look on James Potter’s face says that he knows. “Okay, shut up,” she hisses, ducking her head to stare at her Transfiguration homework. “Maybe I was staring, but it’s not like that.”

“Not like what?” Mary asks sweetly.

“I hate you both.”

“Are you coming to dinner?” Marlene asks, checking her watch.

“Nah,” Lily sighs, gesturing down at her pile of parchment, “I have way too much homework, and I still have to finish the patrol roster. I’ll swing by the kitchens when I finish, I promise.”

“Alright,” Mary agrees, though not quite happily. The pair of them are long gone when Lily looks up from her paragraph on the dangers of large scale human transfiguration. The whole tabled section of the library is empty, and Lily allows herself a moment to relive the awful feeling she felt when she saw James whispering in Tilly Guthrie’s ear, when she saw her hand on his thigh. It’s the third time she’s reacted like this to seeing them together, had this… jealousy plant itself in her stomach.

Oh god, she thinks, watching ink pool where the nib of her quill is pressed, unmoving, to her parchment, I fancy James Potter. She drops the quill like she’s been burnt, and starts violently when she sees who’s leaning over her shoulder, reading what she’s written.

“Not the angle I would have chosen, but it works,” James says, slipping into the chair next to her.

“Shouldn’t you be at dinner?” Lily asks, a little too harshly.

“Shouldn’t you?” he shoots back. “Marlene said you were working on the patrol roster, which is technically my job too, so I came to help.”

“I have it covered,” Lily snaps, gathering her various belongings as quickly as she can, knocking over her ink bottle in the process. Her heart is pounding, and it’s too damn hot in here. “Look, I’m not trying to be funny but can you just fuck off, thanks?” she hisses, as James rights the bottle, and vanishes the mess with a lazy flick of his wand.

“Are you alright?” he asks quietly, placing his hand on her forearm gently, trying to calm her down. “You’re looking a bit peaky.”

“I’m fine,” she insists, piling her rolls of parchment into the crook of her elbow, and swinging her book bag over her shoulder. “Just leave me alone.” And she pushes past him, completely forgetting her promise to go via the kitchens as she makes her way back to Gryffindor Tower.

*

“Does he have to flaunt her all over the place like that?” Lily groans, letting her head flop down onto her folded arms. Sirius exchanges a curious glance with Remus over her back, and the latter shrugs. “I don’t trust her,” she says, and it’s muffled by her sleeve.

“And that has nothing to do with your enormous crush on Prongs?” Sirius asks casually.

Lily’s head whips up, an expression of horror plastered to her face. “What? I don’t have a crush on him. Where’d you…” she trails off, resigned to the knowing look he gives her. “Fine. I might fancy him a bit.”

“More than a bit,” Remus says under his breath, and ducks to avoid Lily’s Charms textbook as she swings it at his head. James’ right hand is clasped in Tilly’s left as he takes notes, three rows ahead of them, and the trio watches them with varying degrees of bitterness.

“We can get rid of her, if you want,” Sirius offers, and it’s his turn to duck as Remus reaches over to slap him. “I don’t trust her either! I know she’s just in it for the Sleekeazy’s.”

“What?” Lily asks, laughing. “Why would…”

“James’ dad invented it,” Remus sighs, checking his notes against the blackboard. “His mum sends him some every month, so he palms it off on anyone who’ll take it.”

Suddenly the bottle of Sleekeazy’s Lily got for Christmas last year makes a whole lot more sense.

“I used to take it all, but his mum caught wind and now she sends me my own supply,” Sirius shrugs.

Lily laughs, but her eyes are trained on the pair three rows ahead. Oh god, she thinks again, I am so done for.

*

Lily Evans has been jealous approximately three times in her life. First, when Petunia started secondary school, then when Mary got that really cool Creedence Clearwater Revival t-shirt from her brother, and finally, now.

The first two had been fleeting, lasting barely a day, but this is constant. Jealousy is a terrible thing to live with, Lily discovers, as she becomes increasingly intolerant to what Peter has dubbed JTPDAs, to the point she can’t even stand them holding hands. She avoids James where she can, but it’s difficult when they’re required to spend time together. Lily briefly considers giving up her Head position, but she worked too damn hard for this, and she won’t let some stupid crush ruin what she’s achieved.

“Hey,” he says, sitting down next to her. Predictably, she jumps about a mile, and immediately begins thinking up excuses to leave. “Can we talk?”

Lily closes her eyes, and clenches her fists, and nods, once.

“You’ve been acting really weird lately, and I’m concerned. We’re mates now, yeah?” Another nod. “Except whenever we hang out it’s like it was before. So I guess I just want to know what it is I’ve done to change your mind back.”

Lily blinks once, twice, stupidly. “What?”

“Well, I figured I’d done something to upset you, and Remus told me to just buck up and ask you what it was instead of trying to work it out by myself and inevitably getting it completely wrong.”

“He’s smart, our Remus,” Lily says sagely, internally planning the boy’s assassination.

“So?” James prompts, his hand twitching on the table next to hers.

“It’s not you. Well, not really. I just found something out recently, and it’s come at a really inconvenient time.”

“You’re not…” he trails off, giving her an uncertain look.

“Nah, nothing like that. Really, it’s nothing. I’m being stupid.”

“Not to be a total cliché, but you can tell me anything, you know that, right?” His face is entirely too close to hers, and her cheeks feel like they’re probably hot enough to boil water.

“I don’t like Tilly,” she says finally. A half truth is better than a lie, she reasons.

“Neither does Sirius,” James frowns, his hand twitching again. “Good thing we broke up, then.”

“Come again?” Lily asks faintly, looking up at him.

“Tilly dumped me,” he says, but he’s grinning. “Want to know why?”

“I have a feeling you’re going to tell me anyway.”

James smiles, like he’s got a private joke he’s not going to share. He flips his hand over, so his palm is facing the ceiling. “She said I payed more attention to you than I did to her.”

“Really?” Lily asks, chewing on her bottom lip, and staring down at her Ancient Runes homework.

“And she’s right, but you want to know what the funniest thing is?”

“What?”

“If you pay a lot of attention to someone, it becomes pretty obvious when they’re paying a lot of attention to you, too. And I could swear that you, Lily Evans, have been paying me quite a bit of attention.”

Lily narrows her eyes. “Sirius told you, didn’t he?”

“Boy can’t keep a secret to save his life,” James agrees. He grins, and he’s so damn beautiful, and for the first time, Lily isn’t frustrated about it. He twitches his fingers once more, and she takes his hand, and grins back, and she’s beautiful too.

It makes sense for them to be beautiful together.

*

EXTRAS

 

((These have essentially no bearing on the above however I wanted to include them as a little behind the scenes glimpse of what was going through my head while I was writing this))

1.

The four of them - that is to say, Lily, Remus, Sirius and Peter - have never spent as much time together as they do during James and Tilly’s brief relationship. They’re sat at the very end of Gryffindor table, observing the couple with disgust.

“Do they have to do that?” Remus asks, putting down his fork and pushing his plate of bacon and eggs away. They’ve just begun snogging with the grace of third years, and Sirius, Peter and Lily are quick to follow Remus’ lead.

“We need a better name than that,” Lily muses. “If we’re complaining about that, we could be complaining about anything.”

“JTPDAs?” Peter asks, scratching his jaw. “It stands for James and Tilly’s Public Displays of Affection, but it could also have a double meaning, like… I dunno, Genuinely Terrifying PDAs?”

Lily blinks a few times. Remus cocks his head. Sirius narrows his eyes, and, “Peter…”

“What?”

“Genuinely doesn’t start with a J.”

Fuck,” Peter whispers, but it’s too late.

2.

“It’s Christmaaaaaaas,” Peter sings, jumping up onto James’ bed. This, effectively, wakes up the whole tower, and within a few minutes, Lily has made her way sleepily into their room, and the five of them are all gathered on the floor between Sirius and Remus’ beds. Lily reaches for the pile of presents, but she’s halted by an indignant noise from Peter.

“Please?” she tries.

“We have to sing Christmas carols before we open any presents,” James explains, rolling his eyes.

“It’s a tradition,” Peter hisses.

“Why don’t you start us off, then, Pete,” Remus suggests with a yawn. “How about Jood King Wenceslas, that’s my favourite.”

“I’m partial to Ginjle Bells,” Sirius argues, and Remus chuckles as he leans back against his bed. Lily hi fives both of them, and James takes on an expression of both anger and confusion.

Guys,” he whines, but he’s ignored by all.

“I’m going to smother you in your sleep,” Peter says darkly.

3.1.

Silence falls over the room as Sirius stands, a handsome figure in black, with a flute of champagne raised in toast. “Hello everyone, I’m Sirius, and I’m the Best Man, so I think a Best Man speech is in order. I’ve known Lily and Games for… I’m terribly sorry, everyone, I got Peter to proof read this, it should be Lily and James.”

Peter hides his face in his hands, but attention is drawn to his anyway, with Remus’ rather loud snort. “I hate you all,” he whispers.

3.2.

James is dancing with his mother, and Lily is dancing with Remus, and Sirius and Peter are seated as close to the bar as they can be.

Peter sighs, watching Remus twirl Lily around, her wedding gown billowing out around her. She looks so happy, surrounded by friends and able to forget, just for now, about the war. “Lily looks stunning, don’t you think?”

Sirius keeps a straight face for approximately three seconds, and Peter groans in anticipation. “Yeah, she looks absolutely jorgeous.”

“Fuck off you wanker, Padfoot.”

3.3.

Sirius and Peter have never had such a perfect opportunity to show off their entire choreographed dance routine to Money Money Money as they do at the reception of Lily and James’ wedding. They pull it off flawlessly, and the crowd hollers and hoots as they finish, chests heaving and hair slicked back with sweat, though none so loud as Lily and Remus.

“That was jreat!” Remus whoops, applauding so hard his hands hurt.

“Jlorious, boys!” Lily agrees, just as furious in her clapping.

No one can really blame Peter for what he does next.

The Dark Side of Manna

Many who don’t see the Marco/Janna (also known as the ”Manna” or “Janco”) ship as plausible argue that Janna doesn’t really like like Marco and only teases him to get a reaction out of him.

Honestly, as someone who is starting to develop a degree of empathy towards the Marco and Janna characters, I actually would like this to be the case, because the alternative is rather depressing.

Pretend for a moment that Janna is not only teasing Marco for fun, that she does have strong feelings about Marco, and that there are deeper meanings behind her actions. If we assume this is the case, then we can craft a rather unfortunate alternate interpretation of Janna’s character and of her role in the series.

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Requested by:  thedailycheesecake

“Guys this is my girlfriend, y/n. She knows about our whole superhero business. Anyways we have webhead over there, better known as your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.”
“Buckethead, really? You could do so much better than him.”
“Ignore him. Anyways, we have Iron Fist totally chill, Power Man, and White Tiger. We all get along or at least try to. They’re like my family.”

The most stressful time of the year

A/N: This is a little Christmas themed Isaac/reader story I thought of and enjoyed writing. I hope you like it and that all of you feel a little Christmas joy. :) 

Plot: You are really stressed about Christmas and need to get all the presents for your family, being on your way to the mall and a horrible shopping trip. In the end you get unexpected help from Isaac Lahey and the day turns out a lot better than expected.

Christmas time: the most stressful time of the year, for sure. Not only do you have a thousand exams to study for and papers to do (at least it feels like it), you are also working at the local coffee shop to earn money for Christmas presents that you still have to purchase. Today is the only Saturday you don’t have to work, which means that you definitely have to go to the mall, otherwise you’d be totally blank on Christmas Eve.

The problem is: You don’t really know what to get everybody and you tried to write a list that still has nothing on it except for the names of your friends and relatives, so you decided to simply improvise. You throw away the list with a sigh, grab your purse and hurry downstairs to get the keys for your car. In that exact moment, the doorbell rings.

You stop with a frown, your hand hovering over the keys while you wonder who on earth that could be. You have no idea, so you just turn around and open the door, only to be even more surprised as you find a breathtakingly handsome Isaac with snowflakes in his hair standing on your porch. You freeze, eyes widened and heart beating fast, as a small smile appears on his lips, making matters even worse.

“Hey Y/N!”, he greets you. Then he finally realizes the state you are in and his face falls. “Oh, are you up to something?”

“Ehm…yeah, kind of”, you stutter. “Sorry, Isaac, but…what exactly are you doing here?”

“I’m here to study. With you”, he answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You can already see the disappointment in his eyes. “Buuuut I guess you forgot about that.”

You have. That’s the sad truth and it must mean that you’re really awfully busy because you never thought you could ever forget about a meeting with Isaac Lahey. Now that he mentioned it, you remember something about studying for the Chemistry exam together. But you did it on your own yesterday evening. Great. Suddenly you’re filled with regret and guilt.

“I’m so sorry, Isaac! I did. I mean, I was working and writing those papers and I really have to go to the mall today or my family will hate me and ban me. Well, they probably wouldn’t but there’s a possibility”, you ramble, resisting the urge to run your fingers through his wonderful curls and free them from the snowflakes that are slowly melting now.

He just stands there, hands in his pockets, teetering on his feet and thinking for a moment. Then he finally shrugs with a smile, releasing your tension.

“Alright, then to the mall it is”, he states.

“Wha…what do you mean?”

“Well…that we could go there together, saving you from your family’s wrath. Unless you don’t want me to come.”

“No!”, you hurry, because there is nothing you want more than spending a whole day with Isaac Lahey. “No, I just never took you for a mall kinda guy.”

“I’m not. But I guess you’re neither so this ought to be fun”, he claims with a smirk.

You consider it for a moment until you realize that there is nothing to consider because there is only one possible answer. Therefore you give him your biggest smile, pick up your keys and say: “Alright, but I’ll drive.”


As you dreaded, the mall is filled to its last corner. There are definitely too many people around, especially for you. Isaac doesn’t seem all too relaxed either and somehow this sign of likeness comforts you a little.

“Sooo…where do we start?”, Isaac asks, protectively putting his hand on your shoulder which you don’t mind at all. As well as the light trace of nervousness in his voice as he does so. “Do you have a list?”

You clear your throat awkwardly: “Well, see…that’s the thing…”

He turns around and stares at you shocked. “You have no list?”

“Nope. Like I told you: this is not gonna be fun.”

“Right…I guess that means that we just have to look into the shops and find something. Let’s enter the battle.”

With that he pulls you into the crowd to an unknown destination, never letting go of you.


In the end it’s a lot more fun than you ever expected. Isaac’s stiffness disappears pretty quickly, at the latest as you enter the scarf section and he tries to persuade you to buy one for your dad. You laugh at him hysterically as you make him try on some hats, totally losing it at one that looks like a cow’s head. Afterwards he suggests a bunch of horrifying purses, making you doubt his sanity until he helps you to pick out a good perfume by using his sensitive nose, coming far too close to you while smelling it, making you all flustered. As you both get hungry after three hours, you decide to sit down and get some pizza.

In that moment, as you are sitting in front of him at the table, watching him secretly, you realize that all of this pretty much feels like a date. You don’t mind at all. Something you dreaded turned out to be the best day since a very long time.

“So, what’s next?”, Isaac asks, waving with a slice of pizza. “We haven’t visited the electronic section yet.”

“We don’t have to”, you answer, fetching the food out of his hand and taking a bite yourself. “I have everything I need.”

“Seriously?”, he prompts, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “No aunts or nieces left?”

“Nope. You officially are a free man.”

“Great. That means we can drive to yours and study after all. Unless you want to get rid of me, which I’d totally understand.”

He says that but his huge blue puppy gaze tells a whole other story. You could never resist them and expanding this date seems like a great idea anyway.

“I’d never. Come on.”


As you enter your house with him you are feeling the Christmas joy for the very first time this year. You appreciate the colourful lights, the cookie smell, all of the typical Christmas stuff your Mum prepared. And it’s even better with Isaac at your side.

“You know what? Why don’t you go upstairs and prepare the books while I make us some tea and get the cookies?”

“Works for me”, Isaac responds with a sweet smile before he disappears upstairs. And you’re not proud of it but you actually catch a glimpse on his butt and you don’t regret it.

You hurry to make the tea and put some of the cookies on a plate. Your heart is beating a little faster than usual as you walk up the stairs and open the door only to find him sprawled on your bed, looking like he absolutely belongs there.

“Hey, I don’t see any books!”, you exclaim, balancing the tray onto the matrass with his help.

He just smirks at you. “No. You know, I thought: it’s Christmas, right? That means that sometimes you should just lie down and watch a movie, relax and enjoy the warmth and silence.”

“You wanna stay and watch a movie with me?”, you ask him in pleased disbelief.

“Absolutely. We could watch your favourite Christmas movie if there is one!”

“Aright. That would be the first Santa Claus movie. I’ll put it into the player.”

You do so and afterwards snuggle into your bed. It doesn’t take long until he puts his arm around you and pulls you to his side, allowing you to bed your head on his chest. You can smell his scent and feels his calm breathing. You feel intense affection and also how your body finally relaxes after so many stressful days.

Nothing; Liam Dunbar

Requested; Yes

Can you do a Liam imagine where in season 4, you too were super close and you fell in love with Liam and he fell in love with you. But then you get kidnapped with Liam and Hayden by the dread doctors and you’re literally dying from a stab wound, and liam doesn’t care and just throws you away and totally ignores you after and pretends like what you guys had never even existed. Sorry if it’s long lol

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Word Count; 1,414

A/N; This definitely could have been better than it is. I wanted to get something posted and I’ve had some important stuff going on lately. Anyways, I hope you like!

Originally posted by bsherts

Liam and I had been best friends since the day he arrived at Beacon Hills High School. We did absolutely everything together and were rarely separate until Hayden came along. Liam and I had been getting closer and closer and I may have developed a small crush on him. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with him, so I kept the confession locked up deep inside my brain.

As Hayden got more comfortable with the school, she became way more comfortable with Liam and it was soon easy to tell that he had a massive crush on her. When he started spending more time with her, I backed away, isolating myself from Liam. Weeks went by and as time seemed to move on, so did my friendship with Liam. It went from the occasional exchange of ‘heys’ in the hallways and talking at pack meetings to absolutely nothing.

Although I had been drifting myself away from Liam, I was still a loyal piece to the pack. After finding out the dread doctors were coming after Hayden, I was put on the crew that would help protect her. When we found ourselves in a group including Scott, Lydia, Liam and myself in the locker room protecting Hayden I realized that this had been the closest interaction I had with Liam in the past month.

When Hayden  began to need her medicine, that was when things took a turn for the worse, especially when she didn’t have any on her and the only bottle she had was in her locker which was on the other side of the school.

“Lydia and I are going to go get them,” Scott said turning towards Liam and I. “You two keep her safe.” He directed towards us.

Once the two had left the locker room and headed in the direction of her locker, it was up to me and Liam to protect Hayden from the dread doctors that were already in the school. Scott had been gone for a total of less than 5 minutes when the lights started blowing signaling the dread doctors were trying to get in. When the door busted open I hadn’t even noticed that Liam had wolfed out. He pushed us behind him and was ready to fight the singe dread doctor in front of us.

“Go get out of here.” Liam yelled to the both of us.

I guided Hayden out the back door of the locker room and ran down the hallway to try and get out. We chose to take a left turn once we got out and it had been a bad choice because on the side where we ran there was a dread doctor charging towards us. We tried to run back but the familiar clicking sound kept getting louder which was odd considering we were running in the opposite direction of the doctor. But it turns out the there was a doctor on the other side as well and we had been cornered in. The farther we attempted to run the closer they got and soon they had us in there grasp. I tried fighting against the grip but it did nothing considering there was no werewolf power behind it. Me fighting against it had made the situation worse and I ended up feeling a sharp pain in my stomach before everything went black.

I woke up in a cold unfamiliar place with a searing pain in my abdomen. I tried to sit up and look to see if anyone was nearby. While attempting to sit up, I also noticed a fairly large tube stuck in my arm. I tried to pull it out but my body didn’t have the strength to. I was struggling until I head the all too familiar clicking sound then I completely stopped what I was doing.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the doctors standing around an exam table a few rooms away from where I was and heard Hayden scream. I wanted to try and scream for help but my body was too frail and I didn’t have it in me. I heard the doctors going away and started to try and remove the long black tube stuck inside of my arm. When I could no longer do anything, I gave up and rested my head gently on the cold concrete.

I was slowly fading out of consciousness when I heard the voices of the pack calling mine and Hayden’s names out hoping for a response.

“I found Hayden!” I heard from Liam who sounded like he was miles away. I also heard the rest of the pack shouting my name. I let out a faint “In here” before I passed out for the second time of the night.

I woke up again but instead of being a cold basement of an abandoned warehouse, I was in a hospital with the bright white lights blinding me the second I opened my eyes. I looked around the room and noticed most of the pack sitting in chairs on the far wall, none of them had noticed I was awake yet. I cleared my throat in hopes of catching someones attention. All of there heads snapped up to find me alive and awake.

“How long was I out for?” I asked Scott who was the closest one to me.

“Almost three days.“ He replied.

“Where’s Liam?” I asked curiously considering he was the only pack member that wasn’t there besides Hayden. 

 "He’s out with Hayden.” Scott said. “I can tell him your awake if you want?” 

 “No it’s fine, I don’t want to interrupt him and Hayden.” I acted as if it was nothing even though deep inside, I was hurt at the fact Liam hadn’t even bothered to stay and see if I was okay. 

 "The doctor said that he needed to check up on a few more things and then we can get you out tonight.” Lydia said as she appeared next to Scott. I smiled and laid back down on the bed as my tiredness was still there. 

 After a good four hours of waiting, I was finally able to leave. The doctor said I was all good but I couldn’t strain my self to hard considering the hole that had been made in my stomach only two days prior. Scott and Stiles picked me up in the jeep and planned on taking me to Scott’s house where most of the pack already was. 

When the three of us got there, I needed a little help getting out of the car and up the driveway. After a good 5 minutes we had finally made it to the door where I was greeted with hugs and plenty of “how are you feeling’s” and “you had us worried sick’s”. 

 They had been in the middle of a pack meeting when we had arrived, so I was helped to the couch where Liam and Hayden were as everyone was greeting me. The rest of the pack gathered around the table and discussed what was going on. I tried to focus on what they were saying but I couldn’t when Hayden and Liam were cuddled up whispering to each other and ignoring me like I had done something wrong. 

 My mind had officially came to the realization that I was just a speck of dust to Liam. I was no longer his best friend. I was no longer the one he confided in. I was no longer the person he had sleepovers and watched movies with. I was no longer the girl who helped him get through full moons. 

 To Liam, I was nothing.

Observations

Pairing: Syndisparklez
AU: Rockstar/band
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, drugs, and basically anything else you could assume to be plaguing an angsty bass guitarist and his equally angsty mysterious (boy)friend dude bro

Word Count: 2398

Author’s Note: This is such a pointless ramble oh my god I’m so sorry idk what I’m doing…blame the discord chat people for bringing up this AU in the first place alright


1.
There weren’t many people that didn’t know about Thomas Cassell.

Leading artist, musician, and part time producer, headlining numerous world tours as a bass player in one of the most successful rock bands.

Tom Cassell was a perfect balance of everything he could ever need to be in order to make it. He was smug, he was flirty, he was sarcastic and attractive and edgy all exactly when he needed to be; calculated emotions.

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Holiday Shopping With Sirius

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

request by: @v0ldemortsbooty

-him complaining almost the entire time

-”why are we getting a gift for this guy anyway? he’s a total d-”

-“sirius.”

-him always wondering around the stores

-you trying to find him

-becoming even more lost

-you guys in an outlet mall, coffees in hand and getting too distracted with talking

-you trying to pick out clothes for your friends and Sirius constantly interrupting

-”I think that’d look better on you. *crosses arms*”

-”It’s for Lily!”

-Him really finding a liking to a pair of boots or a jacket and you secretly get it for him.

-Basically shopping with him will be super stressful but also fun

-you probably couldn’t get anything done without him convincing you to go back home with him

-In another clothing store he keeps trying on clothes to try and make you laugh

-*walks out in a dress*”

-”hey hey y/n, am I sexy yet?”

-”the thing is, you were before you put on the dress.”

-”are you flirting with me?”

-”shut up and put the dress back, unless youre planning on getting it.”

-RACING TO THE CAR WITH BAGS IN YOUR ARMS

-you fall and Sirius picks you up

-”we gotta put the important stuff up front”

-”okay that one was a bit of a stretch.”

-Sirius giving you a little gift he’s been hiding for you

-You giving him the thing he wanted

-”How did you know?!”

-”magic”


Okay!! I thought this was super cute for the holidays!! Hope you guys are having a great one!


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Sentences [part 3]

Series: Soul Eater
Main pairing: Soma
Genre: Romance, humor
Setting: AU: Soul Mates
Rating: T
Type: Multi-Chapter.
Read on: FF.net., Ao3
Read other chapters: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven

Synopsis: In which the first sentence your soul mate will speak to you appears tattooed on your skin once you turn 18, and Maka discovers that not every sentence is romantic. (based off of this post)

A/N: (Edited) 

This chapter is shorter than the others. I decided that I liked where I ended it so I left it where it was!


Everything is upside down.

Maka’s head hangs off the side of her bed, her left wrist directly in front of her face. Her line of vision shifts between her Sentence and the pile of books across the room from her. 

She’d gotten a total of 12 books last week at the bookstore with Soul, and she had only bought 3 of them. He had insisted on buying her any book that she even remotely mentioned looked good, and she’d left with quadruple what she had originally thought she’d leave with.

They had gone from the bookstore to some of the other shops downtown, talking about different things and learning bits of information about each other through the small talk. She didn’t think she’d ever laughed as much she had then – being out with Soul had almost been as natural as breathing.

Her cheeks grow warm, and she isn’t sure whether it’s from the blood rushing to her head or the thought of Soul.

She sighs and pulls herself up to sit cross-legged instead, facing her window. She touches her cheeks, a small smile on her lips. 

She wonders if this is what having a soulmate is supposed to feel like.

If it is, Maka thinks that she might not mind it very much.

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Movie Nights Are Made for Sleeping (Dean x Reader)

A/N: Okay this is a totally random drabble I did for the sake of relieving my own stress. We had quarter exams and stuff today, plus tonight’s episode (!!!) just. Phew. It isn’t my greatest work– personally, I could probably do better, but I developed a huge migraine right in the middle of writing! So, fun fun. Anyway, here’s something for all of you Dean fluff lovers (like myself.) If there are any grammar mistakes, I’m really sorry. Tagged blogs that I think will appreciate Dean-stuff are at the bottom! -Admin Sammi

P.S.: (Don’t be afraid to inbox us or message us or anything– and send in asks, submissions, requests, whatever! Feedback and stuff is super duper appreciated!) 

Word Count: 909 (Holy crap this is short lol. Shortest thing I’ve ever written.)

Warnings: None, really? Fluff fluff fluff. This is all just fluff. 

This is basically from Dean’s PoV. 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader


When Dean pulled [y/n] down onto his bed that Friday night, he’d had every intention to finish the movie they had been watching. He’d followed the beginning scenes with a childlike enthusiasm, his eyes flicking over the screen as he frantically absorbed everything that was happening. But when the stroking of her fingers against the scarred skin of his arm– a habit she exercised on him subconsciously– began to slow and soften, he couldn’t help but to glance over at her. She lay against one of his pillows, her free arm cradling it against her head while the other reached out to him and lay across his lap. From where he sat, he could see the fluttering of her eyelids; the soft line between her brows began to relax as her countenance slowly slackened with oncoming unconsciousness. When she released a long, soft breath, and when the tension slowly eased from her shoulders, Dean lowered the volume of the television until the noise was merely a background static.

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Whenever I have a crush on someone, I like to tell them. If they’re in a relationship, single, gay, who cares. I’ll tell them because then it’s off my chest and I’ll feel better. It’s very selfish, yes, but in the end it’ll either break the relationship my crush and I have, or we’ll get stronger. For example, I just told my friend I like him. He’s in a happy relationship. But I did it anyway. I said it in French, he replied back in French. I love that. And he was totally cool with it. Just because you like someone and their in a relationship, or gay, or straight and single who gives a fuck. It’s your feelings, you’re supposed to share your feelings. I urge you to do it. It’ll suck, yes. I’ve been rejected a lot. But I know that the next time I say it I might not be rejected. I rather have closure than guess.