and now for something a bit silly

You’re My Favorite

In honor of H’s 23 birthday, enjoy this little one shot! :) 

Plot: What to get to the man who has everything?

Warnings: None. 

Three weeks to H’s Birthday:

“Baby,” Harry groaned exasperation. His eyes rolled back and he let his head drop for a moment, appearing to be completely and utterly done with the subject I had been bugging him with for a few hours now as well as over the past days.

Harry’s birthday present.

And still, he was being close to no help. His eyes met mine and I whined, wanting him to take me seriously, because even though we (admittedly) had been discussing this topic a bit too long now, he somehow still didn’t understand my point.
Birthdays were something I took very seriously, especially Harry’s. It was the first time for me to celebrate his birthday with him given that our relationship was only a few months old and all I wanted was him to be showered with love and spoiled silly. I wanted to make him happy.
Planning his day wasn’t the problem, it was easy. I would spend the night before with him, mainly so I could make sure him being spoiled would start early in the morning already (breakfast in bed, maybe some sex) but most of all I wanted to stay with him because I knew how Harry didn’t like having to sleep and wake up alone. It made my heart ache a little bit and fall even more in love with his sensitive and gentle soul and so I liked the idea of him not having to do that on his birthday, too.
Later, we would have lunch with his mother, sister and step-father so we would be able to exchange gifts quietly and just in the presence of his immediate family. Harry absolutely adored them and I knew he’d love being able to be with just his family for a while, before his friends would join us for a dinner at his favorite restaurant. It was a simple plan and wouldn’t entail too many surprises for him, but I knew that would be what Harry enjoyed most. All of his life was always extravagant and a big deal, so I imagined him having simple family time would be just what he’d need.
What had been giving me a headache for a while now was the most difficult question I’d ever had to ask myself. What makes a good present to a person who could buy the world?

“You are so difficult sometimes,” I argued quietly, nudging Harry’s hip with my own.

We were standing in my tiny kitchen and cooking dinner together, well, less cooking and more arguing about his upcoming birthday. The pans were still empty and the table wasn’t set either. Three weeks. I had three weeks left to get him the perfect present and I was absolutely clueless.

Harry laughed. “Says the one who’s been worrying herself silly over a present for a birthday who’s almost a month away.”  

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just shouldn’t get you anything then. If I’m just being silly.”

My body turned and I went to reach for two wine glasses, almost dropping them when Harry startled me by wrapping both of his arms around my waist. His chest hit my back and I squealed when his head buried itself into my neck, releasing puffs of hot breath, making me squeal.

“You wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly, sounding like a little boy who’d been denied… well, his birthday present.

“Oh wouldn’t I, Styles?” I giggled, squeezing his wrists through the thick material of his grey jumper.

He shook his head, lips ghosting over my skin and I relaxed into him. “Don’t think you would.”

And of course I wouldn’t. But I really was lost. In my imagination, I could see his face lighting up with that beautiful smile of his and his pretty eyes would sparkle in surprise and happiness. I wanted that image to be reality, had seen him wear the expression on other occasions before and I wanted to be the reason why he wore it on his birthday. And the one bloody thing needed for that to happen was missing. An idea.

Two weeks to H’s Birthday:

In my desperate situation I’d called up the only person I could think of, who knew Harry better than anybody else did. His mother. Anne and I were sat in a small cafe just around the corner of where Harry lived. I held my mug of hot chocolate tightly and listened eagerly to the stories Anne had to tell, all of them involving a much younger version of Harry. Anne waved her hands in the air, mimicking Harry’s desperate attempt of rollerblading and I laughed out loud.

“He sounds like he was an incredibly clumsy child,” I giggled.

“Oh he was,” Anne smiled with a nod, “Still is, really. You’ve seen how he used to stumble around on stage. Even broke his foot once, the silly boy.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that!”

Anne chuckled and kindly offered me some of her cookie, which I happily accepted.

“So,” she began, handing me a piece of her desert, “I’m sure there’s a other reason behind you summoning me, other then hearing stories you can mock my son with later.”

I laughed gently and nodded. “Though, I could listed to those stories all day, I did call because I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”

A small frown took over Anne’s kind features and she set down her cup. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” I quickly assured, not wanting her to worry, “It’s going to sound silly to you, I’m sure. But I just can’t come up with a good idea for a gift for Harry.”

My eyes met hers and I sensed that she was about to ask if I was kidding, because of course it sounded stupid to anyone else, and so I carried on quickly.

“His birthday, is coming closer and closer and I can’t figure out what to get him! That man has everything and if he doesn’t, then he buys it the next day. And even when I finally find something he hasn’t seen before but would love, it costs so much more than what I have! It’s so frustrating ‘cause all I want is to make him happy and surprise him with something nice but I can’t even get him something as simple as clothing! He came around with a cardigan just yesterday that cost £5000! I don’t even own anything that expensive! That piece of clothing he loves, is worth two months of my rent.”

Anne bit her lower lip, her expression serious again and I sighed. I felt so whiny and like an uncreative child, but I really was at my wit’s end.

“It’s the first birthday I get to spend with him and I’m going to fail him completely.”

My eyes lowered to my mug and I tapped the porcelain lightly, feeling defeated.

“Sweetheart,” Anne said kindly, “Harry will love whatever it is you get him. He adores you.”

A small smiled tugged at my lips and I blushed at her words. “I don’t want him to like it simply 'cause it’s from me, though.”

I raised the cup of chocolate to my lips and took a sip, then decided to just come clean with my greatest worry.

“The women he’s been with before me,” I began quietly, avoiding Anne’s patient gaze, “were rich enough to get him the world. What if he realizes that I’m just not… I don’t know. Suitable for his standards?”

The worry sounded stupid when it’d come to my mind the first time, but it’d stayed. Kendall Jenner, the last girl Harry had been involved with before me, was probably just as, if not even richer than he was himself. Same counted for Taylor Swift. They could go wherever he wanted to go, dress just as expensively and rent entire venues for him to host his party. Me? I had to scrap anything I had together every single month so I could afford my tiny apartment in London. Harry of course was aware that I couldn’t afford the same lifestyle as he had, but sometimes, especially when he came around with a £5000 cardigan, I wondered if he was aware how much money he actually had compared to what ordinary people earned.
When I dared looking at Anne again, she surprised me by wearing a bright smile. Both of her hands reached over the table and she took hold of my own, squeezing my fingers in a comforting gesture.

“Him thinking you aren’t suitable for him is absolutely and a hundred percent impossible, Y/N. Believe me.”

“You think so?” I asked timidly.

She nodded, still smiling confidently.

“The women Harry was with in the past,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment, then she continued, “were lovely, sure. But they never stayed around long. They never mattered to him as much as you do. He never brought one home, only introduced them casually over a dinner or sometimes not at all. Trust me, sweetheart, you are the first one he’s let get close to his heart and I can see it every day. You might not notice it because you’ve never seen him without it, but since you’re in his life, there’s an extra sparkle in his eyes and his smile is just a tiny little bit wider. He told me he’s been getting more sleep and that he even learned how to cook. That’s your influence on him, I know that. You’re taking care of him and that means the world. So trust me on this, you give him enough of what he couldn’t get himself every day. No birthday present could ever make you a failure to him.”

“Oh, Anne,” I almost squealed, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed her fingers in return and sniffled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

She squeezed my hands once more and just like her son, her comforting aura was enough to ease me.

“And besides,” she continued in a giggle, “if he thinks I’m getting him anything even remotely close to £5000, he’s gone mad.”

H’s Birthday:

My lips lingered on the warm skin of Harry’s cheek and I giggled when I felt his smile beneath my lips. Harry’s hand found mine on his knee and he interlocked our fingers, humming quietly in appreciation. I could hear Gemma snicker at our interaction and I pressed another kiss to his jaw, then I withdrew. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could read his surprise in them. Normally I wasn’t as touchy feely with him when his family was around, but today I couldn’t help myself. My Harry was officially 23 years old. I couldn’t believe it.
We were sat on the couch in Harry’s living room, Gemma, Anne, Robing, Harry and me. There was cake and coffee on the small table along with the presents we’d bought for him. So far, the day had gone neatly and after the chat I had had with Anne, I felt confident about my choice of present, too.
Harry seemed so happy, relaxed and like he was enjoying himself. Just like I had intended to do, I’d been showering him with love all day long, waking him up with kisses and embracing him every few minutes. For breakfast I’d made him pancakes, bacon and eggs, making sure that the only healthy thing he got was a smoothie. And the sex well, had been mind-blowing.  
I squeezed Harry’s fingers tightly and blushed when he pressed his lips to my own cheek for a moment, as he wasn’t too much into PDA himself either, then he turned to engage in the conversation his family was leading.

“Harry,” Robing began, “I know you’re not a kid anymore, but do you want me to initiate that it’s time for you to get your presents?”

“That would be great,” Harry laughed, letting his arm rest around my waist in a loose hold.

I smiled at him lovingly and felt my stomach flutter when Harry pulled me even closer into his side, sharing his warmth with me. How did he always smell so good?
The first present he opened was Gemma’s. He let go of me and got up to hug her in thanks and joked about how it was the exact same thing he’d been thinking of getting her only weeks ago and she giggled, muttering a “liar” under her breath. Next came Anne and Robin’s present, then came mine. My fingers itched and I swallowed. Though I wasn’t worried about Harry not liking my present, I was very eager to see the excited expression on his face.

“S'big,” Harry said, giving me an impressed glance when he picked up the box I’d wrapped neatly with blue wrapping paper.

He carefully began to pull at it with care as if the paper wasn’t actually meant to be ripped apart and I giggled, resting one of my hands on his shoulder to squeeze it. He was so adorable.
Once finished, he began to tap the cartoon box as if expecting a noise and I giggled at his comedic and silly behavior. Anne shook her head at him but the smile plastered on her face was a big enough sign that she was just as delighted to be here with her son as I was. With careful fingers Harry continued to open the box and my heart squeezed when he smiled instantly.
Since I hadn’t been able to decide on one present for him, I’d gotten him several.
The first item Harry revealed was a bottle of massage oil, his favorite with the soft smell of almond mixed with vanilla. I’d remembered the many evenings where I’d found him on his couch, face a grimace of pain and exhaustion where he claimed nothing could ease and soothe him better than my fingers massaging his tense muscles. Though I was tired on most night when I came home after a long day, I’d always given in. Seeing Harry unhappy was enough of a persuasion to make me help him.

“For when your back is acting up again,” I murmured quietly, allowing my hand to run down Harry’s back in a soothing gesture, “Won’t even complain about it, I promise.”

He chuckled and nodded, setting the bottle to the side before sticking his hand back into the box in search for the next item I’d gotten him.

“Oh I wanted to get that one myself!” Gemma exclaimed when Harry held up the navy blue nail polish.

“Do you think I can pull this color off?” Harry asked me, a smile on his face. “S'a bit flashy, don’t you think?”

“It’s blue, Harry,” I laughed, “Pink would be flashy. And of course you and pull this off. There’s nothing you couldn’t, really.”

The next and last item Harry pulled out of the box was a small journal, similar to the one he already owned.

“I saw yours is almost full,” I explained when Harry smiled at the new journal.

It had the same leather cover as his other one did and since he’d decorated it with small stickers and words, I’d allowed myself to leave my own small message to him. A tiny inscription saying you’re my favorite right at the bottom of the right corner. I’d scraped it into the leather, making it a permanent decoration so he’d have something to remind him of me when we were forced to be apart.

Harry actually blushed when his thumb stroke over the words and he momentarily leaned into my side. My heart hammered in my chest.

“Open it,” I whispered quietly.

He glanced at me briefly, then he opened it slowly. At first he didn’t see it, but once he turned some of the pages he noticed that some of them were already used. And once he began to read what I’d written, he teared up. The grin on his face grew, revealing his loveably dimples and his widened.

“Y/N,” Harry sighed and shook his head.

His fingers kept on running over the paper and he swallowed visibly. He looked as if he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were reading and one of his hands found mine.

“What?” Anne asked, leaning up so she could catch a peek as well.

“They’re just some notes about us,” I explained.

But they weren’t really, not just some notes. I’d filled the pages with small texts and short sentences, all of them about Harry and me. They were tiny stories about us, remembering our first kiss, the one we’d shared standing on Jack’s balcony while all of our friends were celebrating and partying indoors. The second paragraph I wrote about how I’d felt when I’d first met Harry, how excited I’d been and how I hadn’t stopped thinking of him since then. I even admitted that I’d fallen a tiny bit in love with him already.
Harry’s eyes were still teary when he read a few more pages, then he closed the book.

“I love it.”

The words were whispered to the journal, his head held low. His hands clenched around the item and he sniffled noisily. My fingers squeezed his hand and I pressed another kiss to his arm. This was better than having wearing a wide grin. The present, one that I’d gotten him for a reasonable price, had actually made him speechless.

“I’m glad, Harry,” I giggled.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to every single one of you who takes the time to read my one shots! I’m so excited and happy about every note I get. 

Rest of what I wrote: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

“Ah, yes, he’s as hot as mustard,” said the Dean.
“I’d take that with a pinch of salt,” said the Senior Wrangler.
Ridcully straightened up. He raised a hand.
“Now, someone’s about to say something like ‘I hope the Watch doesn’t ketchup with him,’ aren’t you?” he said. “Or ‘That’s a bit of sauce’ or I bet you’re all trying to think of somethin’ silly to say about pepper. I’d just like to know what’s the difference between this faculty and a bunch of pea-brained idiots.”

–Ridcully’s opinion on puns | Terry Pratchett, Soul Music

I wanted to wait to talk about the Big Three because we had just seen glimpses of them in the past 2 weeks but not enough to really formulate a proper opinion on them.

 And boy am I glad I waited because they are completely different then how I imagined them to be and I am with my friend and agree that this difference was well needed and worth seeing.

 To back up a bit, whenever the title of “Big Three” (or something similar to that) pop up, a plethora of different characters or even series come to mind and most of the time they have a distinct feel to them. For example, let’s take the Big Three Shounen protagonists (or Naruto, Luffy, and Ichigo). Now, while these characters have that hilarious vibe to them that is random and silly, for the most part they are normal enough where their personalities don’t overbear them and instead, really amplify the badass level that they have. In general, whenever there is a concept of a “Big” team or trio or duo or anything of the sort, while they do have some type of quirky and unique traits, for the most part they are seen as these incredibly badass people that have known to defy odds.

 Now, the Big Three that we see do actually fall into this category as well as they are not only badass but some unique quality to them.

 HOWEVER, what makes them different from the others that are normally seen is the fact that Horikoshi amplified that quirky feature in them and actually made put them on a lower scale than how they described.

 What I mean is look how Izuku describes them:

 

From what it sounds like, even though they are the top students at UA, from an outside perspective, they really seem like just ordinary students that don’t perform or display themselves in a very outward fashion. It seems as if they are under the radar under the public eye and they conceal their true hidden amazing abilities from the outside world (though I am not sure why this is the case).  In general, it’s really cool to see them initially being portrayed as just ordinary students that even Izuku didn’t see much of notable features on them.

 And then each of these students just are so unique and that is so amplified to the point where even the class questions the validity of the name that was given to them.

 To start we have our anti-social little snake like boy who gives off the look that he really is intimidating and very serious but upon closer inspection, this is how he actually is: 


He’s so incredibly shy and just doesn’t want to speak in front of crowds and even tries to imagine them as potatoes to calm his nerves down. He most definitely has that characteristic that is so different from the normal trope we normally get and I think that’s so interesting.

 Then next we have our pop princess that initially shows herself to be this diva and sassy like character that is ready to throw down attitude is someone even gives her a little. However, when she opens her mouth, we see something completely different

What we get instead is this not only hyper girl that goes a mile a minute and has her thought process everywhere but we also see her being a highly curious person as well. Honestly, I find it so interesting how well she knows Class-1As names when this is probably the first time she really ran into them other than possibly the Sports Festival. Regardless, it’s so interesting to see a character that really displays the proper symptoms of having ADD/ADHD AND is also a character that is insanely curious about the things around her. Most definitely something really cool and I’m wondering if her quirk is a type of quirk that requires her to have some type of knowledge (like Momo) to be perform.

 And then we have FallOut Boy and oh man is he an interesting one. Ironically enough he’s the most “normal” one out of the three with a mix of both All Might and Bakugou’s personality, though that is clearly substituted with his outrageous quirk that not only is super insanely strong but is also kind of ridiculous when you really look at it.

Yet, he’s the most interesting one out of all the three of them. Even though Izuku started the chapter with saying that he didn’t notice much of him, by the end of the chapter we see that he is absolutely ruthless as he’s able to take out most of the class in little over 5 minutes. It’s so apparent he’s been through rigorous amounts of training to be able to hone his quirk to the point of this level of insanity and is overall on the path to becoming one of the best heroes (obviously not the greatest is Izuku bby takes that title later on).

 Overall, I’m impressed with how Horikoshi created high tier characters that were unique and nothing like cookie cutter versions that we mostly see in Shounen manga. They are completely different and have their own unique set of abilities and personality traits that set them far apart from even our own main characters. In the coming weeks, I’m not going to lie, I’m so excited to see more of them and why they were given the title of the Big Three. We still have to see the other twos quirks and how well they place that into battle (assuming Mirio doesn’t kill them all by that time). I’m also looking towards the impact and relationships that these characters will have with Class 1-A in the future. Since Mirio is what we presume to be the chosen student that UA wanted All Might to give One for All to, we are definitely going to get some moments between him and Izuku, whether those are “jealously” moments (like Izuku finding himself inferior against him) or we can even see a Mentor-Mentee relationship that could form or we can even see a Rival relationship form, just something within that area. And don’t forget that our Mr. Angry Boy is still under house arrest and would die to even be given the challenge to face off against Mirio since he was just praised by Aizawa for being close to becoming the number one hero later on. Probably hearing that, he’ll want to test him out and gauge the differences in abilities. Of course, for Tamaki and Nejire, we still have a bit more to learn about them, though it would be really cool to see a relationship form between Nejire and one of the girls in the class as she may have a quirk that would be useful to them. Of course, I’m always thinking of Ochako when it comes to these things but it would be cool just to see any girl in the class at least get some advice from her. I don’t see it happening but I think it would still be cool.

I’m just so excited to see how the chapters will play out and how these Big 3 will be integrated more into Izuku’s quest into becoming the greatest hero of all time.

TLDR; I like these new characters because they’re cool. 

Dan x Reader - Gingerbread Baking

Dan and I are sitting on the couch, with me on my laptop and him writing down the script for his new video. We both are kind of unhinged now though because we kind of lost focus. Whilst sitting my mind starts to wander and tastes bud flounder a taste for something sweet. I look over at Dan who’s now mindlessly watching the TV running finger circles over my hand while I ponder the craving.

I look up at him catching his attention
with staying, “I want to bake something.”
“Hm?” He looks at me confused at first and then shrugs with a small smile, “Sure,” I’m guessing in admiration of my silly spurted thought.
“But, I don’t know what to bake though, like I’m in the mood for cookies or brownies.”
I sit there thinking until Dan suggested, “How about gingerbread men?”
I think about it for a little bit, eagerly searching up a recipe on Google.
While I review the ingredients,
Dan says, “It’s a cookie but like a special holiday version.” He winks and I laugh, getting up to jump up on my feet in excitement.
“Let’s do it!” I rush over the kitchen and here Dan groan slowly walking over. I examine the shelves to see if we have the needed supplies, we do.
“Wait you’re serious? We actually have all the supplies and stuff?” He looks surprised as I nod excitedly.
“Yep! I have all the baking stuff and there’s enough to make them.” I cheer as my face lights up.

We gather the ingredients and begin blending them in, with Christmas music playing in the background. I roll out the dough as Dan grabs the gingerbread men cutters. After doing a few, I preheat the oven and come back to Dan sitting at the table cutting the remainder. I come over from behind him and help, but kiss him on the cheek first. He grins and turns his cheek to me. After we place them in the oven, we make the frosting. The yummy and sweet scent of ginger, vanilla and cinnamon flows through the kitchen. The heat is up, Christmas decorations are all up, and music is playing with cookies baking in the oven. Truly a festive night.

The cookies finish baking and offers to Dan get them out. The aroma is amazing and the cookies look delicious as well. We let it cool for a little and then begin to pipe the frosting.

“Look, I made you!” I hold up my cookie showing him. It’s a gingerbread man with Dan’s little hairstyle fringe in white frosting, along with his signature little smirk.
He laughs, “That’s amazing.”
After a few moments, he creates my hairstyle on the gingerbread and we chuckle. We continue along smoothly, both happy and content with our state and selves.

Dan and I sing along to all the songs and smile, whilst aimlessly frosting the cookies. Everything was peaceful and nothing mattered, just our company. Dan randomly stopped and looked over at me.

“You have a little frosting—” He leaned over taking his hand to wipe it off. His hand brushed softly against my lower cheek tapping off the white substance lighting. I do a quick grin and slightly blush, but it’s only for a spilt second. Before Dan can fully take his finger away, I stick out my tongue to lick the frosting off his finger. Now we both giggle, before smirking and meeting ours lips together. This went on for a nice amount of time.

I moaned in pleasure as Dan smiled slowing bringing his hands down to my waist after he ran his hands down. I sit down in a chair beside him and begin helping him with the frosting as well. We sang along more to the Christmas songs playing on the record player as our right hands held each other.

“Thanks for getting that frosting off me,” I conclude as we finish our up the gingerbread cookies.
“Anytime.” Dan walking over to me at the kitchen counter.
Then I see something come across him, as his demeanor totally changes becoming
more passionate, not that I minded.

He firmly comes towards me, not saying a word but I can feel what he wants. I’m what he wants. I then feel Dan’s hand grab my ass. He draws into me, our chests are close. I feel his breath as he lifts me up onto the kitchen counter. He practically throws his lips on mine and I oblige. His kisses are dominant and strong, his thirst glowing, leaving me flustered in all the best ways. I rub myself up against on our kitchen as he’s trying hard not to push me up against the wall.

After awhile, he can’t stand it anymore and wraps my legs around his body to lift me off. We don’t go far just to the kitchen wall. I feel my hands up in his back as I feel like I’m in an amazing state. His jaw still over my neck as we embrace, me getting pinned to the wall. Dan was intensely aggressive, but careful not to shove me although the passion must have made it somewhat tricky.

Finishing our session in the kitchen (who knew we’d would’ve had a session in the kitchen), Dan decides to make us both some hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. I pack up the cookies for later and grab the few we are taking with us to the lounge. I leaned into Dan’s grip as we held our mugs and gingerbread men. We peacefully chatted as Dan ran his hand through my hair, with the fire lightly burning.

By time the night ended, we were both curled up with each under the coziness of blankets, hands and bodies intertwined. We nearly finished our hot chocolate, both of us almost falling asleep as we were in cuddle position. The gingerbread cookies we made were deliciously sweet, but something else we made that night was much much more deliciously sweet.

Fire Emblem Awakening units in a nutshell

Avatar/Robin/MU- WAIT WHAT. WHO AM I? WHAT’S GOING? WHAT AM I?

Chrom- Now I’m angry!

Lissa- I am NOT delicate!

Frederick- Chrom no

Sully- I’m going to wreck you gods damned, pegasus- dung, bastards

Virion- *Intense flirting*

Donnel- YEEEEEEHAAAAAW!

Stahl- I’m just your normal man, but with a great passion for food.

Vaike- Time for ol’ Teach to screw something up.

Miriel- Your stupidity astonishes me

Sumia- *trips* Oops! *crashes* Silly me!

Kellam-…hello?

Lon’qu- Back away woman

Gaius- Sugar…

Cordelia- Chrom…

Ricken- I’m NOT a kid! I…just need to grow a bit.

Maribelle- Ugh, go away brute! 

Panne- Man-spawns

Gregor- Gregor may look old, but Gregor young at heart

Nowi- Let’s play hide-and-seek!

Libra- I’M NOT A WOMAN. 

Tharja- Swiggity swooggity, coming for Robin’s booty

Olivia- *Blushes*

Cherche- I’m going to crush you :). Right Minerva?

Henry- Ooooh blood!

Handmade Gifts

A short Satinalia story, inspired by and dedicated to @cute-ellyna!

I told you that the whole idea for this story popped into my head… and that wasn’t quite true. I had Ellyna’s part figured out right away, but it wasn’t till your announcement that Cullen’s side instantly came to mind. I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Cullen x Ellyna Lavellan

Word Count: 869

Tags: Fluffy, Romance

Link: AO3


It was a fun idea of Cullen’s; a little bit silly but very fun. They had decided that instead of buying gifts for each other, they would exchange handmade presents for Satinalia.

In the weeks leading up to the holiday, Ellyna would occasionally catch Cullen frantically stuffing something out of sight as she came to his office, and she certainly did her own scrambling when she heard the familiar heavy tread of his boots coming up the stairs. Each time they would have a silly grin on their faces, curiosity and shared amusement.

And now it was the evening of Satinalia, time to exchange the results of their efforts.

The festive air of the holiday had descended on Skyhold, and into her chambers. Some days ago, Ellyna and Cullen had created a mass of pillows and blankets before the fireplace, sharing warmed spiced apple cider or hot chocolate and cookies while relaxing before bed. It had become a haven, a cozy spot for the two of them, and so that is where they sat now.

Ellyna held the wrapped package behind her back, squirming as Cullen settled down across from her. An excited and mischievous grin was permanently plastered over her lips. She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face.

The firelight played lovingly over Cullen, sparkling in his eyes, and she waited only until he was down before bouncing and thrusting the package at him. “Here! Happy Satinalia!”

Cullen chuckled and slowly started to unwrap it, his eyes bouncing between her animated face and his present. Finally, a bright red color was revealed, and he lifted a soft material away. It spilled down, showing itself fully, and Ellyna had to hold in her laughter at Cullen’s puzzled, priceless, expression. “It’s a scarf,” she snorted through her giggles.

It certainly didn’t look it. Cullen held the narrow end, the bottom edge twice the size of the top. And throughout all of it there were at least a dozen holes from where she had dropped stitches. “Leliana was teaching me, but I think it is safe to say I am not very good at it. You don’t have to wear it in public,” She laughed, amused at her crafting un-talents.

Cullen’s chuckle rumbled through the room and he wrapped the red monstrosity around his neck. “I think it is perfect.” He leaned in for a chaste kiss and spoke against her lips, “I will wear it with pride,” he pulled back and bobbed his head in an amusedly resigned gesture, “and probably to quite a lot of teasing.”

They both laughed again, Ellyna scooting a little closer so their knees touched. She had chosen the color well, if nothing else, she saw with pleasure. The red was a lovely foil to his golden hair, and when it was wrapped around his neck like that, no one could see the holes or the mess she had made with the size.

“Now it is your turn,” Cullen said, and she was surprised to see that he looked nervous. Cullen carefully presented her with a small box, a big green bow tying the lid in place. Ellyna peeked up at him once before pulling away the ribbon and lifting the top. Inside was a roughly but intricately carved twist of wood, details engraved into the entwined loops, a long leather necklace attached to the work.

“In Ferelden, they are called love knots,” Ellyna raised her eyes to Cullen, saw him pull out a knot in the mirror image to the one in her hands from where it had been hidden beneath his tunic. “One half for you, and one half for me. They say that when a couple wears them, that they will be always intertwined, inseparable from each other.”

“Cullen,” she breathed, deeply touched. She immediately lifted the necklace from the box, slipping it over her head. She studied it; it wasn’t perfectly symmetrical nor entirely smooth, but she could see all the hard work he had put into it. All the love he had poured into the details.

Uncharacteristically, Cullen flushed, bright pink rising to his cheeks. He self-consciously rubbed the back of his neck, and then shyly said, “It’s also… when someone carves a pair of love knots and gives one to the person they love…” Cullen’s eyes locked with hers, the hesitancy and embarrassment fading away to be replaced by a steady warmth, “It is a marriage proposal.”

Ellyna sucked in a breath, blinked. A bubbling excitement grew, her lips slowly widening. “A proposal,” she repeated.

Cullen’s smile was growing with hers. “Yes.”

“Of marriage.”

“Yes.”

“With me.” She was almost squealing.

Cullen laughed and said, “Yes.”

Ellyna burst up, throwing her arms around her neck and shouted, “Yes!” Cullen toppled over backwards into the nest of pillows, his arms coming around her waist to hold her close as she peppered kisses along his cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, anywhere she could touch. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Cullen laughed, his grin so broad and open, and he captured her lips in a deep, satisfying, loving kiss. When they came up for air, Ellyna crowed, “Best Satinalia ever!” And then her fiancé pulled her down for another very thorough kiss.


Congrats hun! I wish you two all the best!

My Fanfiction Master Post

Holby City + Emotional Abuse

So setting aside the #berena for a moment. I see that Holby city is presenting two different angles on same-sex couples. Berena has its issues but it’s generally a positive, loving couple of AAU Mums. On the other hand, Dom/Issac are clearly unhealthy. Unfortunately, this is a bit of a trope. Women=nutures, Men = abuse. (Sadface) but I think the show can teach something…

So…I know I have brought this up before but I’m stuck on this. So… the fandom, like now realizes that what Issac does to Dom is in fact straight up emotional abuse right?  It’s like they’re checking off the list;

Issac demanding that Dominic move in with him without any real consideration for Dom’s feelings = Control and manipulation.

Issac hiding Authur’s medal just to see Dom get upset then tell him he’s silly for being so upset.  =  Gaslighting.

Issac disrespecting Authur’s memory, generally mocking Dominic’s friendship and feeling for Authur = isolation, and humiliation.

Issac Making Dominic jump through hoops to apply for that promotion, knowing all the while he was never actually going to hire him  = Control and manipulation.

The reversal of blame, ‘yeah I treated you like shit because I love you’, and now we have evidence of a “huge fight” wherein Dom thought they had broken up because “You said horrible things to me” and Issac gave Dome the silent treatment OVER CHRISTMAS = Verbal Abuse followed by shutting out, silent treatment, with no apologies and reversal of blame and then more gaslighting blaming Dom for his own mistreatment and being too sensitive. Bullshit.

Holby Fans, This is a textbook emotional abuse.  I appreciate that the show is exploring this and showing how it doesn’t often appear right out of the gate. It evolves over time in a relationship. I appreciate that it shows how these types of situations occur. Dominic isn’t perfect, he’s flawed and he’s insecure in his own way. Nobody is perfect. We all have our messes. Our mistakes. Our flaws. An abuser uses our insecurities, our perfectly human flaws and needs against us. It doesn’t make itself apparent on day one, there are reasons we choose to stay with an abuser. Reasons we don’t see it at first. Reasons we blame ourselves. And often when we fight back we accept their blame for being ‘just as bad’ That doesn’t make it right and it doesn’t excuse the abusive behavior.

I think it’s also important to note that GLBT relationships have a harder time discussing this because we do desperately cling to our friends and media couple as role models. We lack representation so much we want to ignore when things are ugly. We joke and blow off dysfunction as “dyke drama” or “gay drama” and we disrespect our friends’ relationships in little ways all the time. There is still a thread- woven from generations of internal/external homophobia—  within our own community that doesn’t believe we deserve good, positive, LOVE.  When we fight with our lovers, do we have family or friend-models to talk about what’s normal and what’s not? Often we don’t. So we HIDE it. We deny it. We try to figure it out ourselves.  

Friends. DON’T hide it. If you see anything in this Dom/Issac relationship that mirrors your own relationship — consider it carefully. Talk to someone. Use your resources. Find positive healthy support. DO NOT ISOLATE.

Love does not manipulate, control, blame, or make you feel small.

Love listens. Love lifts you up. You deserve better.

I can definitely see Molly being the one to enlighten John about Sherlock’s feelings for him. She was the one who called Sherlock out about “looking sad when you think he can’t see you.” While id love if sherlock just surprised John by confessing on his own, I think it’d be better to let John have some time to process it before the true confession happens. Something like he’s sitting down for tea with Mrs. Hudson and Molly, lamenting over Mary/baby/Sherlock’s illness or injury. They get to talking about Sherlock…

Molly: “…I feel a bit silly about it now. All that time I wasted mooning over him when I could have been a better friend to him sooner. I never stood a chance to be quite honest.”

John: “oh, I wouldn’t take it personally. I don’t think anyone has a chance with sherlock. He doesn’t…feel things that way.”

Molly: (head jerks slightly, recoiling. Eyebrows pulled together in confusion. She looks to Mrs Hudson for some support.)

Mrs. Hudson:(eyebrows raise and sips her tea suspiciously)

John: “what?”

Molly: (Shares another look with Mrs. Hudson, who nods in response.)

John: “Seriously, what?”

Molly: “you really don’t know?”

John: (visibly startled)

“know…what?”

Mrs Hudson: (reaches across the table and places her hand over John’s)

“John dear, are you really so blind?”

John: (swallowing thickly, heart thudding erratically)

“Blind to what, exactly?”

Molly:( receives another encouraging nod from Mrs hudson. Takes a breath and speaks softly)

“John, Sherlock’s in love with you.”

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Requested by @ayyerica

Actual Request:  “Could you do an imagine where reader is jealous of Hayley because of the pregnancy. The readers always loved Klaus so when she finds out, she shits her humanity off so Klaus is worried and asks Elijah for help as the reader always listens to him and she realizes she’s better off with Elijah than Klaus.”


“Strange news, love.” You hear Klaus’ voice and a silly smile appears on your face. “You’re not gonna believe this.”

“Enlighten me.” you challenge him and there it is: that famous devilish smile.

“It turns out I’m becoming a father. Do you think it’s a little bit early? Being a father at the age of 1000-and-something?”

“What?” is the only question you dare to ask. You’ve been with Klaus over a hundred years and been in love with him for almost fifty years. And now, he’s having a child from… someone else?

“You heard me, love,” he says. “Pack your things, we are going to stay in New Orleans for awhile.”

He doesn’t even see your misery. He always refuses to see your feelings. And now…

“Who?” is your second question.

“Does it matter?” Klaus asks and packs his books and other stuff. Then he stops, sees the look on your face and he seems impatient. “Well, do you remember Hayley? The wolf girl who-”

“Helped you about Katherine, yes, I know her.” you complete his sentence. That idiotic wolf girl? She’s gonna be the mother of the man you loved’s child? “Congratulations Nik.” you say. He smiles and bows like an actor.

You go to New Orleans with him and live in the compound that Elijah found. Even he seems excited about the baby and the girl. How did Klaus do that? How? Can’t he see you at all? Are you just an invisible plaything for him? That massive pain will kill you, you are afraid. You can manage to handle it properly at all. Your brain is fuzzy and everything seems meaningless… All he wants from you is a soldier without feelings.

Soldier without feelings…

Here’s your answer, you think. That’s the solution of the pain. You can shut your heart down… Oh my, such a sweet idea. Now you understand how drug addicts feel like… And you shut it. Your humanity. Just in a few seconds, you feel all the pain at once and then… Nothing.

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Random Remix idea… Last night, during my stream, I talked about changes I would do to some of the gatewatch and started to play around with some stuff with chandra.

Thoughts without context:
Skin color a bit darker (not quite with her mother’s, but darker then her fathers)
Lost her arm, and now it gets replaced with a fire version, the armor is there to contain it… the time with the monks would have helper her control the heat without it, but she gets less stares with the armor…. XD

or something like that. I think I might finish this idea and make this a series down the road.

Hell, if I make these ‘remix’ characters different enough, maybe I will make my own story X3 *shrugs*

I mean, a quick name change, and condence the multiplane thing into a singluar words with different landmasses… I mean, it could work. MMmm

(would still have my ‘chandra’ and ‘nissa’ get together. X3

marythethornqueen  asked:

Good morning everyone :)! (cheers from a british girl ;)). Carla-sama if i may ask, what is your favorite painting? I know that you love art soo i could not hold myself :(...Mine isthe creation of adam. I find SOO beautiful this kinds of painting then when i see one i cry haha. Yes i know it´s silly...

Carla: Hmpf, there are so many painting worth mentioning…

Carla: As for now, the first coming to mind is certainly John Everett Millais’ Ophelia, truly a masterpiece, along with Artemisia Gentileschi’s Judith Slaying Holofernes.

[MTK: Umh, I’m warning all of them that the latter one is a bit gore-ish… you know, beheading…]

Carla: Who cares; it’s something so beautiful that dread comes after wonder.

Louise the Party Crasher

Louise the Party Crasher:  (Based off the vlog Parties and Panels Sprinkleofchatter)

Summary: Based on Louise’s vlog when she found Dan and Phil hiding in the back room of the Playlist party. What if they were doing some not so innocent things? Contains Phan, humor, pre-smut, and general adorableness.

Louise liked parties, don’t get her wrong. Sometimes, however, they just got too overwhelming. By now a lot of her friends had gotten into the punch and were all a bit crazy. Zoe clung close to Alfie as they danced rather wildly, as did many of her other friends. Louise looked around for anybody to hang out with who wasn’t too trashed.

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anonymous asked:

WHUT... size change?? Naaaaawwww Have some honey.... (you are welcome you are now 27 feet)

(waited a bit to answer this one, sorry) (and why u do dis to me?? DX)

“ohh honey! always a good thing t’me…” He would take the honey bottle and drink some of it, “mmm… tasty… nyehe…” however mid-sip he noticed something off.. Looking franticly around him he would then stand up and rush over to his door, slamming it shut. but not before kneeling to do so.

“A-Ah!!! N-no no!! Not this weird magic again!!!” He would place the bottle on his bed. At least this.. didnt hurt? But his bones… they felt so strained… Being almost 4 times his normal size he would sit awkwardly in his room… Shoving himself in the corner to give his legs space…

“O-oh gee…. I.. I knew you guys were gonna show up sooner or later… *sigh*”

          The swede was rather drunk now that this whole silly game was over, even though he had continued to drink after the end of the game. He’d been a bit drunk, but now, he was very drunk. How drunk?

          He was in his kitchen, playing a little tune on his stereo while he rolled out dough and was making.. something to put on pans. He was, however, singing along with the tune like the drunk he was with his low and deep voice that probably could have been a good singing voice with some practice.

           “Små grodorna, små grodorna är lustiga att se.
           Små grodorna, små grodorna är lustiga att se.
           Ej öron, ej öron, ej svansar hava de.
           Ej öron, ej öron, ej svansar hava de.”

          Berwald seemed to be enjoying himself, even smiling a little as he made these neat little.. things he was making. Maybe it was his cinnamon buns. Either way, he probably won’t care if anyone comes to visit and see’s him. He’s too drunk to care.

“My oldest son left last year for college, and my younger son is leaving this summer. My daughter is starting high school. I have only four more years with her before she goes off to college.
​I’ve always been a stay-at-home mom, and now my job is coming to an end.
When someone asks me what I do, I’m not sure what to say. The kids are older, so I’m not a stay-at-home mom. I spend a lot of time volunteering, but it sounds silly to say ‘I volunteer.’ I don’t know what my identity is or what it will be once the kids are gone.
​That’s probably why I got the pig. It’s a little bit of an empty nest syndrome. I need something to take care of. My younger son doesn’t like her. He hasn’t touched her, hasn’t petted her, and doesn’t want to be photographed with her. He hates her. It’s funny—I think he thinks I’m replacing him. He’s jealous of a pig.”

Portsmouth, RI

anonymous asked:

What do you most want to do with Lillie right now?

For the rest of the day my muse is under a Truth Serum and cannot lie in any way, shape, or form.

“I know you’re expecting a lewd answer or something, but… The truth is what I have to give you. The one thing I want to do with Lillie right now, above all else, and before all else, is I want to marry her.”

“I know it sounds silly, but I want… A future with her. I want us to be together forever. I love her so much. She’s… She’s my personal hero. I wouldn’t be where I am today without her. And to think we’re dating… It’s… Such an honour I don’t deserve.

S’just a bit early in our relationship to get married, don’t you think?”