but like a really nice black one would be great

Dating Lena Luthor (Everyday can be our Valentine’s)

Originally posted by lenazorel

Request: Prompt Lena x reader, the reader forgot it’s Valentine’s Day and Lena is mad because it’s her first time celebrating valentines. So reader does a surprise romantic date night

a/n: Ahhhh this was so cute to do LOL. I was thinking about this all during work wondering wth I was gonna do with this!! Firstly, I don’t really think Lena would be angry, per se, so I switched this up just a tiny bit! There’s a funny little easter egg I put in here because I’m absolute katie trash, tell me if you find the Funny Joke. Thanks for reading btw y’all! You give me something to do lol. Requests are always open, and I’ll get to them hopefully every other day!

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So maybe you were a little bit of an asshole. Actually, you are definitely the tiniest bit an asshole. You’re a good enough person, and you show basic human decency because you surely weren’t raised to be a farm animal with no manners. You’d even go so far as to say you care about people if they’re really hurting enough for you to feel compelled to get into that uncomfortable place of relating to them and having to comfort them.

You’re a bit rough around the edges, you’d admit it. You’ve had a grand total of 3 and a half arguably serious relationships in your very eventful, very promising life so far and it’s not like you were emotionally stunted for the entirety of them all, not really. Sometimes you’d admit you are a pretty emotionally constipated person - you lose track of your days as often as you lose track of your housekeys, and if someone asked you to retell something from last week, well, you’d let them know that frankly you don’t even remember what the last thing you ate was. But you knew how to make your girl smile and that’s what counted. You’re kinda good when it comes to the bigger stuff. That’s all that should matter, right?

When you walked into CatCo for work in the morning, you greeted everyone who’d spare a glance at you, even spent some time making small talk with some of your deskmates. There was a restlessness in the air that made you think people were even itching to talk to you. Everyone had seemed peppier today more than usual. That was surely a weird thing to note, even for a place like CatCo (especially for a place like CatCo). There was an abundance of flowers sitting on desks and because Miss Grant has a very vocal opinion-decreed-official-but-not-really-official-policy regarding cheap-smelling things in her offices, even when arguably flowers are the most natural scent in the world (how possibly can they be cheap?), all the bouquets and arrangements were relegated to a place by their desk inhabitant’s feet where they could be admired in relative peace.

For what it was worth, the place seemed more alive than it ever has been - not that Miss Grant was the worst person to work for, quite the contrary, everyone was just too intimidated or outright terrified of her that any semblance of fun was  overpowered by the fear of messing something up. Miss Grant was nice, in her own quiet, borderline abrasive but never power hungry way. You could tolerate just one day of people being in a good mood.

You felt a slight gust of wind blow your way as you sat at your desk, and you really ought to think you should warn Kara about slowing down her speed just a notch more.

“Hi! (Y/N)! Golly it’s a great morning isn’t it. Oh, why aren’t you wearing red?”

“Kara, does it look like I own any coloured clothing other than black? Anyway, why would I?”

Kara’s eyes widen comically and she inhales sharply, and you almost dismiss it as another purely Kara Thing. You take note of her white pants and pink blazer, unbuttoned to reveal a simple white button up, and you grudgingly concede that this nerd always looks so stupidly cute.

Before you could get yourself irrationally angry at the multitude of Kara’s Preppy Looks, you wonder if Miss Grant has a special occasion that you didn’t get the memo for.

“Wait, is something happening today? Did Miss Grant finally acquire that small-town newspaper outside of Metropolis?”

Kara tilts her head at you, fully reminiscent of a confused child, and her eyebrow quirks ridiculously high up that it could disappear into her hairline.

“Hm, that’s not right. I would have heard about that one. I know she was saying how everyone should dress in red to symbolize the blood spilled of her competitors, but even that’s a bit much.” You say more to yourself than to Kara.

Kara opens and closes her mouth, and opens and closes it again seemingly at a loss to say something as she squints very severely at you. Your eyes widen marginally, taken aback by Kara’s silent assessment.

“Are you alright? Did I offend you or something?”

Kara’s jaw drops as she gasps indignantly. You were only half-kidding but you think you might as well have offended her unwittingly at some point in your very brief conversation.

“Seriously, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“I really hope you’re joking.” Those words were startlingly ominous, and especially so coming from someone like Kara.

“What the hell do you even mean? Kara-”

Before you can ask any more of her, Cat Grant’s voice reverberates through the office. It’s impressive, considering she’s a good thirty feet away from you and inside an enclosed elevator when she speaks up.

“Keira, please tell me you found out who plastered that cheap Wal-Mart stock paper heart onto my window and that you have collected their resignation letter. Do not think that because I’m not here I don’t have eyes everywhere. I can practically smell the cheap scotch tape sticking eternally to my windows.”

“No DIY decor, already on it, Miss Grant. But don’t you think that’s a bit-”

Kara follows after Miss Grant, falling into step behind her rather impressively as Miss Grant hands off her coat to Kara and Kara hands her latte to her, balancing  various papers, clothing, and a bag in her arms.

Why is everyone so weird.

You boot up your computer and check the messages on your phone while you wait. An unread message from Lena fills your screen.

Lena: “I can’t wait to see you tonight.”

You smile at your girlfriend’s simple text. You know it’s tired and not very fair to keep having presumptions of your girlfriend based solely on her career, but you can’t help it. She’s a softie and an absolute sucker for romance and you never would have suspected it - certainly not the first few times she’d spent the night at your place and she’d untangle her hair from her high bun, shucking off her heels and stripping off her CEO persona. It always mesmerized you, it still does, which is why you’re smiling at your phone like an absolute nerd at her easy vulnerability when it comes to you.

you: “I can’t wait to see your beautiful face, pretty lady ;) Don’t make my day any more difficult than it needs to be…”

You remember all too well the very incriminating texts that have recently bombarded your phone with startling frequency. Lena being her own boss certainly had its perks, and spending an awful amount of time sending suggestive messages and downright not-safe-for-work pictures certainly was a perk in itself.

You’d wondered how often anyone would see you looking around suspiciously with the biggest shit-eating grin on your face. It begged the curiosity of who knew you were practically sexting sometimes? You figured you were probably a bit obvious, Kara has spent her fair share of your shift grimacing and blushing furiously whenever you meet her eye. It’s strange because it’s not like part of her powers involves mind-reading, did it really not take a genius to figure you out? Maybe with her super hearing and- oh. That might explain a little bit. In fact, that might explain a lot. Gross. You are not going to broach that conversation with her.

Lena: “Hmmm, that’s no fun…”

You smirk down at your phone. It is far too early for this teasing bullshit, but Lena Luthor lives on her own time and the universal conventions of decency wait for no one, apparently.

Lena: “What if I’m in the mood to be bad?”

you: “I guess I’d have to teach you a lesson about what happens when you tease me all day”

Lena: “It’s settled, let’s call it a date.″

you: “you’d call anything we do a date, love LOL

Lena: “Well then let’s make it extra special tonight ;)”

you: “looking forward to it, you big nerd”

You finally amend to put to your phone, seeing as though you spent a good few minutes flirting with your girlfriend instead of working. You figure even someone with as much money as Cat Grant wouldn’t appreciate you fooling around on company time.

“Ooooh, texting a fancy someone?” Winn’s voice comes from behind you as he swirls around to face you in his swivel chair.

“Yeah, weirdo.” You roll your eyes amused as Winn feigns hurt, but he continues nonetheless.

“Cool, you guys got any romantic plans tonight? Lena must be wicked excited.” He quirks his eyebrows suggestively, and you reach over to hit him on the arm hard enough to make him yelp.

“Gross. Even if we were I wouldn’t tell you anything.”

“Aww aren’t we superfriends? Don’t we go to share super secrets?”

“Definitely not of the bedroom variety.”

“Ah fine, I don’t think I want to know anyway. J’onn and Kara must try so hard to tune out all the adult stuff you and Lena get into whenever you guys are chilling at the DEO.”

You grimace and tune out whatever else Winn was about to say, “Oh god.”

“Really, you guys have no PG plans tonight? No extravagant displays of luxurious affection or cute date outings?”

“No, Winn. Why are you and Kara so interested in my life today anyway?”

Winn stares blankly at you before chuckling and turning back towards his computer. “Ah, ah okay! Sore topic. Sorry to pry. Just know I’m your pal, alright? You can tell me all the things.”

“Yes, rest assured, you are my pal, Winn.” You laugh despite yourself, shaking your head at your interaction.

You’d become quite busy the next few hours, all the bustle and general strangeness of the day wearing off as the remaining CatCo employees that stuck around waited until they could go home. You finally had a chance to lean back and check your phone’s notifications.

Lena: “When are you coming home? I miss you.”

you: “lol you’re so cute. Soon babe, don’t worry. Just a few things to finish up here. Are you done yet?”

Lena: “Yes, I managed to finish all that I needed today. I let Jess go early too, she’s got a cute date of her own.”

you: “oh man, no way! Is he cute? Is he worthy?? Is he an asshole? Do we need to threaten him?”

Lena: “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re more excited about Jess’ plans than ours. I’ve no clue, I merely assumed. Though she was acting particularly off today come to think of it.”

you: “you too eh? People were so weird today. More than they usually are. It must be a full moon.”

Lena: “I’ve no doubt that must be it. Tell me when you’re about to leave, darling. I’d very much like to get out of these restrictive clothes.”

you: “what? You won’t let me help you out??”

Lena: “If you take too long, you’ll regret far more than just that.”

Lena: “I will see you soon <3″

If you rushed to pack up a little quicker than you usually would and took off at a speed that could rival Kara’s, you’d never admit it to anyone. In your haste, you still managed to text Lena once you got into the packed streetcar and were notified that she was just on her way to yours from her apartment.

You had the chance to clean up your apartment a bit and get into your comfiest trackpants and your favourite hoodie when you heard knocking on your door. You opened the door and smiled as you opened your arms to your girlfriend. Lena immediately walked into your embrace and wrapped her arms around your middle, sighing happily as she did.

“You smell nice.”

“Thank you, I just got back from work.”

“And did work have half an army’s worth of perfume sprayed throughout the entire office to attract potential mates today?” She smirks as she makes her way around you to put her things away and make herself at home.

“I thought you said I smelled nice.”

“You do, I’m going to be stealing that sweater from you by the end of tonight.”

You chuckle at her nonchalance, “Naturally.”

She leans back on the back of your couch and crosses her arms easily. “Any hot plans for tonight?”

“You, me, and a box of pizza?”

“Make it two and you got yourself a deal.”

“Any other requests, beautiful?” You make your way slowly to Lena, eventually pinning her between your body and the couch. Your face is just inches away from hers and you can practically feel her next words against your skin.

“I was good today, need I remind you.”

“You were, actually.”

“What do I get for that?” She brings her lips close to yours and you can feel yourself being pulled for a kiss, but she doesn’t let you.

“Anything you want.”

“Oh, that’s dangerous.”

“Yeah, well, I want to make it all about you tonight.” You try again for a kiss, leaning in just too late as Lena brings herself away again. You grunt in mild frustration and she chuckles at your desperation.

“Are you sure? I see you’re getting a little impatient.”

Finally, she kisses you and you feel relieved. You’ve been waiting all day to be able to kiss your girlfriend. She’s the only sense of normalcy you have, no matter the absurdity that is your life or your individual circumstances. Her hands come up between your bodies as she latches onto the front of your shirt and tugs. Your hands come up to her hips and you push up against her lightly. You hear a soft groan from her lips and kiss it away.

You lose yourself in the kiss for however long you’ve been going at it, and she pulls herself away suddenly, leaving you moderately shocked at the abrupt loss of contact as she makes her way towards your kitchen.

“Let’s get Tony’s, I think I’m in the mood for a greasy cheesy-stuffed crust pizza.” She smirks as she takes in your indignant expression. You decide right then and there that, yes, in accordance to all science, religion, and all poetry that could be: Lena Luthor will be the death of you.

You call in your favourite pizza place and have two large greasy, cheesy-stuffed crust pizzas delivered to your door - one vegetarian for Lena (compromises, apparently), and one specialty butter chicken flavoured pizza that does an excellent job of tasting like it’s supposed to.

You’re the very definition of relaxed as you recline into your couch, Lena leaning into you as you wrap an arm around her. You both decided on one of the conspiracy theory documentaries on Netflix, deciding it was a good piece of relative garbage to consume.

Lena hums happily as she nuzzles into your side, taking a bit more of the blanket wrapped around you two as it uncovers a bit more of your legs.

You hear her mumbling from somewhere near your stomach, muffled by your sweater and the blanket and her general sleepiness. “Happy Valentine’s day.”


There’s a long pause as you stare at Lena’s figure, no doubt with the intensity of burning into her skull if you had heat vision.

“I’m sorry, was that too weird? I shouldn’t have brought it up-”


Lena finally turns her head to look at you questioningly. “What is it, love?”

You squint hard at the TV, the documentary long forgotten as you quickly run a reel of your entire day, pulling the brakes hard to a screeching halt when you put all the pieces together.

“Holy shit.” You mumble more to yourself than Lena.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Please, we can just forget about it-”

“No. No, no, no…”

“Oh my god, (Y/N), are you okay? Please talk to me.”

You sit up quickly, trying as best as you can to ease Lena off your lap as you continue to scratch at the surface of your struggling comprehension. You can’t believe yourself, you really can’t. You’ve certainly outdid yourself this time.

“I can’t believe it.”

Lena becomes increasingly alarmed at how upset you’re becoming and is at a loss for consoling you.

You finally look at her, an amalgamation of sadness, disappointment, and disbelief in your eyes. “Baby why didn’t you say anything?”

“I- I mean, I just did?”

“No, no way. This was supposed to be special.”

She looks at you, total confusion written on her face. “I’m sorry. I just thought- you didn’t bring it up? You hadn’t mentioned it all day and we haven’t really talked much about it, which is fair because that’s not really a thing one talks about in detail. I just thought you weren’t comfortable? I didn’t intend to upset you.”

“No, no baby that’s not it. I just- wow, I kinda suck. Aren’t you a little bit sad that I forgot?”

Lena’s lips quirk into a small smile. “Well, I mean I’ve never really had an official Valentine’s day so to speak. I would have liked to do something nice for you. But I wasn’t sure if you’d already made plans and I didn’t want to encroach on yours, and you didn’t give many hints about today at all so I thought maybe there was something else there. I didn’t want to bring it up if it was going to upset you.”

You click your tongue and lean across the couch to meet Lena halfway. You take her face in your hands and kiss her passionately. “You are too good for me, you know that?”

Lena smiles and kisses you again in between her words. “It’s okay, darling. As long as you remember my birthday.”

You pause in between your kisses, stopping as you stare almost cross-eyed into her eyes. The delayed reaction most certainly wasn’t going to help you. “Yeah, of course.”

She squints her eyes at you, backing away marginally so she can regard your entire face.

“You do remember when my birthday is, right?”

“How can I? You have like, three.”

She gasps in mock offense and begins to move away before you pull her back in, grinning at her reaction. You savour one last kiss before gently pulling yourself away and shaking your head. “Nope, I won’t have this. Get up.”

“What is it now?” She quirks her eyebrow at you quizzically, surely pondering what other nonsense you’ve come up with now.

“Get up baby, this is our date night.”

“I’d figured this night was, regardless of the calendar date?”

“Nope. Get your pretty little ass off that couch and help me, Luthor.”

Lena laughs as you take her in your arms and take her away from the couch. You pull the cushions off immediately and leave them in a heap on the floor as you take long strides toward your bedroom.

She calls after you from the living room.  “Where on earth are you going? What are you even doing?”

You come back with various blankets and push them into her arms. Lena looks down at them questioningly and watches as you stack the cushions against the couch, taking care that they won’t fall.

Eventually, you’re satisfied with your work and you’ve made a tiny fort in front of your TV with the blankets and couch cushions. Lena smiles at you, bewildered and her expression just begging for an explanation.

You notice her look and cock your head to your creation. “Well then? Get in. You said you’ve never made one of these in your life, ever. Right?”

“Yes…” She’s still looking on with perplexity but crouches down to get into your fort. You follow happily behind her.

“Well, I fucked up, so I’m going to try and fix it.”

Your girlfriend looks at you with utter adoration, her eyes slightly wet with unshed tears. “You are truly something else, (Y/N).”

You smile at her and let her kiss you, closing your eyes in content as you bask in the love you have for Lena - the woman who came into your life and challenged everything you thought you knew, and then changed you for the better.

“I am sorry. I feel like absolute shit. I’ve never forgotten before and I…” Your words trail off, and she looks at you, encouraging and understanding. You find the resilience to continue. “I just, I don’t know how it’s escaped me. It’s like, lately it’s this simultaneous experience of my days blurring together and looking forward to each day, you know?”

Lena doesn’t answer, she simply nods and silently prods you to continue.

“It’s no excuse, I don’t want it to be. It’s just that, I’ve been so happy now. I am so happy, and that is all thanks to you. I lose track of my days because I’m not counting down anymore to some unmarked end or whatever, or waiting until the next greatest thing happens to me that makes me feel alive for a few minutes. I don’t need that anymore because it’s you. You are the best thing that’s happened to me, and I don’t need to count down anymore.”

You hear her sniffle and you wrap an arm around her, as best as you can attempt with the lack of space in your fort.

“I just want to make it up to you. Because you deserve everything. And the people I’ve dated in the past have done things on Valentine’s day, and it makes me feel fucking terrible that I can’t even be assed to remember it for you. It makes me feel like I’ve let you down, and it sucks, because I want to be worthy of you. If I can’t even remember one stupid day, how am I supposed to be the person you need me to be?”

You inhale sharply, getting all your words out and finally being able to breathe. Lena’s freely crying now, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes and wetting her cheeks.

“No, (Y/N), look at this. You did this.” She points up at the fort surrounding you. “You did make it up to me. You realized it and did something about it. I could never hold this against you. I can’t be mad at you for this. You did nothing wrong, baby. And you are exactly the person I need.”

Lena’s hand comes up to your face and caresses your cheek, her thumb lightly treading circles on your skin.

“You are so good to me. You are good for me, (Y/N), and I couldn’t have asked for a better person to spend this day with.” She leans in to kiss you and your breathing steadies, allowing yourself this forgiveness.

There’s a pause in your kisses as you and Lena look at each other, the documentary long over as silence fills your apartment. Nothing but the sounds of the street and the humming of your appliances can be heard.

“You wanna know something that I haven’t done?” You ask her after a moment.

“What is that?”

“I’ve never had sex in a pillow fort before. I’m gonna fuck you in this one.”

You smirk as she she gasps scandalously, swatting your face away from her as you effectively ruin the moment. You laugh as you dodge her half-hearted attempts to keep you away, poking at her sides as she twitches and squeals at the onslaught.

“Hey, but honestly. What else haven’t you done before? You wanna do some watercolour painting tonight? I think I have a full set hiding around somewhere that I got from my best friend for my birthday. Or we could put together a puzzle, or something.” You contemplate the items you have in your apartment, and you’re about to move to look for them.

All Lena does is give you a long look, studying you before she pushes you down onto your back and moves on top of you, kissing you so that you both forget the time or the day by the time you’re both done with each other.

Doctor, Doctor, can’t you see I’m burning?

The first part is just fluff. Setting the stage.

Warnings: This is an A/B/O story.  Standard A/B/O warnings. .

Summary: You are the only doctor in a rural town and an Omega. You thought you had pretty much seen it all in your medical practice, and then one night, two Alphas show up at your door in need of medical attention.

Characters: Alpha!Sam, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader

You had finally been able to settle in for the evening after a long day of seeing patients in your tiny home office. Nothing too complex today: A couple of cases of the flu, an old lady who’s blood sugar was out of wack, a kid with a sprained ankle. The typical stuff that kept a country doctor in business.

When you were in medical school, you had dreams of working in a big city hospital. Your very own Grey’s Anatomy. But then fate had intervened. At the ripe old age of 23, the worst cramps you had ever experienced in your life turned out to be you presenting as an Omega. You had thought you were a Beta like your mother.

Everything changed that day. It was very rare to present at such a late age, but there it was. Most people were Betas. Alphas were rare, and Omegas rarer still. You were a med student, so you knew what it meant: Going into heat periodically, potentially being claimed by a Alpha someday, taking suppressants to keep the heats in check. Suddenly that big city job didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

After medical school, you spent a few years doing mission work in Africa. When you heard through the grapevine that the one doctor in your home town was retiring, you returned stateside to buy his practice. Everyone knew you, and more importantly knew what you were, and they trusted you.

You were excited at the thought of having the weekend off. There was another doctor in the next town over, and you frequently covered for each other on weekends so you could get time off. The town was so small. Everyone knew by word of mouth if this was your weekend off.

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Speaking of Simon’s zoo, I’ve mentioned couple times before that the zoo has a cat. (Well, technically Rivers has a cat, but the cat lives in the zoo and hangs around it pretty much all the time.) The cat is the only normal, non-magical animal in the zoo, and -because I’m such great designer person- I haven’t actually figured out what color said cat is.

Colors I have considered before:
- Basic tabby (to drive home how mundane the cat is to contrast everything else)
- Black (because black cat)
- Black with tiny white spot on chest
- White (the Lazy Artist ™ choice)
- Doppelganger of my late cat Mirkku (mixed feelings, on one hand pretty, on other hand sad)
- Something else??????

I mean the cat would be really nice to draw in the pictures sometimes, but that’s kind of hard without knowing what it actually looks like besides being cat-shaped.

Sirius Black x Reader
  • Before I start, I need to say that I need requests. I can’t write really good without ideas so I need a nice person who would request something. Anyway, thanks for all the likes for my previous stories :)

Christmases in Hogwarts were always, let’s say, seriously magical. The decorations for each house were different, according to which colors represented the each house. The Great Hall was decorated with white and grey sparkly ribbons that hanged around the walls. There was also one big Christmas in the corner of the hall. Ornaments on the three were mostly in the shape of stars and there were candles as well. 

 You were the only girl that stayed for the Christmas break in the whole Gryffindor tower. Lily should have stayed with you. But unfortunatly, in the last moment she received a letter from her parents saying they are going to her grandparents’s for the break. However, luckily for you, all four of the Marauders are staying at Hogwarts. It wasn’t really that your parents hated you and didn’t want you over at home for the break. They were too busy with work. Their boss at the Ministry of Magic didn’t agree to give them a break, not even for holidays. You didn’t mind it at all, as long as you had your friends by your side.

 Yawning loudly, you steched your lazy form under the warm, white covers of your bed. You weren’t a morning person at all. Looking at the clock on your nightstand, one of the only muggle things allowed at Hogwarts, you threw away your covers. Letting your body to get used to cold air you slowly stood up. Knowing the boys would burst into the room sooner or later, you decided it is better to get down in the common room. Putting on a warm, scarlet jumper with some grey leggings and puffy soft brown boots, you made your way down the long stairs. Down, on the couches near the fireplace, boys were happily opening their Christmas presents.  

 “Merry Christmas guys” You said ti them through the long yawn.

 “(Y/N/N)! How did you know I wanted this!?” James squalled happily, pulling your still sleepy form into a tight hug. He was holding the present you bought him for Christmas. Actually, every one of them did. And if you saw they are quite happy with what you got for them.

 “Whoa mate, let her breathe” Sirius laughed. He winked at you “Merry Christmas babe.”

 “You can’t be less annoying not even for Christmas, can you?” You asked him quite annoyed with how he called you.

 “Nope” Sirius quickly said with a grin. You sat next to him on the couch as the boys handed you your presents. 

“(Y/N)?” Remus asked you, his mouth full of delicious chocolate. 


 “Where did you find this kind of chocolate? It has the best taste that I could melt in its sweetness” Remus smiled at you, continuing to eat his one part of his Christmas present. The other part was a book, but he clearly enjoyed the chocolate more.

 “(Y/N/N), your Christmas presents from myself, Moony and Wormtail are on that sofa. We’re going to the kithen to get us some snack, as we missed the breakfast.” James said, pulling Remus and Peter by their sleeves out of the room. Locking your eyes with Sirius, you raised an eyebrow.

 “You’re not going with them?” You asked him and started opening your present from Peter. He shook his head. 

 “I need to give you my present (Y/N)” He said, brushing a lock of your (h/c) out of your face. 

 “Nah you could have just leave me the box.” You said with a smirk watching as his grey eyes got locked on your lips. 

 “This is more fun. Now close your eyes love.” 

 “I won’t let you to prank me again Black.” You rolled your eyes, thinking you outsmarted him. 

 “It is not a prank. Now, close your eyes. I promise you will enjoy it.” Smirking, he took a look at your (e/c) before you closed them. Breathing impatiently, you waited for that so called ‘present’. 

 “Okay Sirius if this is some kind of a joke I-” A pair of a warm lips interuppted you in the middle of your sentence. Firstly you opened your eyes in a shock. Sirius was actually kissing you! You always felt something more for him, but thought there wasn’t any chance about you ending up together. Feeling that he started to pull back, you kissed him back passionately. Letting his hands stop at your waist, you tugged your own into his black hair. The two of you continued kissing like that until you heard coughing. Quickly pulling away, you saw smirking James standing not far across you, with Remus and Peter behind. 

 “Padfoot, I leave you alone with (Your Marauders name) for 10 minutes and you’re alredy kissing her!” James laughed looking at your embarrased face. Sirius pulled you closer to his chest and smiled victoriously.

 “It was about time those two got together Prongs.” Remus said and he high-fived with James. 

 “This was actully the best Christmas present. Ever.” You kissed Sirius’s cheek lovingly. Upon doinv so you noticed the small blush on them. And you were happy that you caused that blush, even if it is a little.

Originally posted by nellaey

Better Than A Love Potion

Originally posted by cannotdi

Warnings: N/A

Request: Nope

Notes: I really hope you like it I’ve written all the ones that went up this week over two days so yeah hope you enjoy

James Potter and Sirius Black were known pranksters and they thought it would be a wonderful idea to slip two of their best friends a love potion, just to see what they would act like.

“Hey Y/N drink this it tastes great!” James tried to slip you a drink.

“Nice try, Potter.” You retorted. He groaned. You saw Sirius trying to slip Remus a drink. It also, didn’t work. “I’m not stupid, I know you and Black are trying to slip me and Remus a love potion.

“Whatever, L/N. We just think you two would be wonderful together.” He reasoned. Little did he know you and Remus had devastating crushes on each other already.

“Well, Potter, why don’t you just let me and Lupin get together normally. Doing it with a love potion isn’t going to help anybody, somebody is just going to get hurt.” You snapped before walking away. You didn’t want to be with Remus just because of a love potion. You wanted it to be real. You walked over to Remus as you were best friends. “Hey Rem. Any interesting stories? I’m really not great right now.” You said sitting down on the sofa Remus was sitting on.

“Feelings suck, love.” He said, putting an arm around you, like he normally did.

“They do indeed.” You said, taking a sip of your drink.

“They do indeed.” Remus repeated, kissing your hair, something he did when you were upset.

“Can we get out of here? I don’t want to be here anymore.” You said, taking the last drop of your drink.

“Of course we can, do you want to tell me anything?” Remus asked, worried.

“No, I just wanna talk for a bit.” You said grabbing his hand.

“Alright sweetheart, come on.” He replied, you two climbed the stairs and collapsed on the bed.

“Ugh, I don’t know about anything anymore, Rem.” You said resting your head on his chest.

“Me either.” He replied, stroking your hair.

“What are we doing Remus?” You said, sitting up.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“This, Remus. We’re acting like we’re dating and somebody is going to get hurt.” You said, running a hand through your hair.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because one day inevitably someone is going to fall in love with the other and it’s going to be painful when the second one wants love advice and they try to hold the first person’s hand and the first person will blush or something and it will all just be bad and I’m going to get hurt because you’re going to get married to some beautiful girl and I’ll end up being best woman and I’ll cry and you’ll think it’s because of happiness but actually it’ll be because you’re getting married and will never love me like I’m in love with you and the first person will just be –”

“You love me?” Remus asked slowly.

“What?” You asked.

“You said you love me.” He said.

“No, I said the first person.” You countered.

“No, you started with first person then you said, I.” He replied.

“But I didn’t mean, I was using it for effect.” You tried.

“Were you really?” Remus asked. “In fact, let me talk first, I love you too.” He finished.

“Do you really?” You asked in shock.

“Of course I do.” He answered.

“I love you.” You said again.

“I love you.” Remus said.

“I love you.” You repeated.

“I love you.” He said.

“For God’s sake get it tattooed or something!” Somebody called.

“We’re having a moment!” You shouted back.

“Go have it somewhere else!” They said back. You both ignored them as Remus pressed his lips to yours. You however, didn’t realise he was going to do this and squealed in to his mouth.

“Sorry Remus!” You said, pressing your lips together again. He smiled and tangled his hands in your hair. You pulled away and pressed your forehead to his. You smiled. “I love you, Remus. I love you.”

“I love you so much Y/N, more than you’ll ever know.” He replied. This was so much better than a love potion.


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Okay, so this episode of Inhumans was really good! I’m so relieved, I thought the last one was pretty bad but this one was a huge step up for the most part.

Spoilers under the cut, here are my thoughts on the episode.

I love how all of them are making human friends. Medusa and Louise were my favorite but Black Bolt and Sammy and Gorgon and his military surfer buddies are great too. Nice to learn more about Louise and see her have more of a role, I like her a lot. (She and Jane Foster would get along so well, and they’re even in the same field!) And I like the contrast in their attitudes toward their parents and their legacies, it tells us a lot about both of them and their childhoods while keeping up the running theme of family.

I liked how Black Bolt’s storyline with Dr. Declan was written, and I thought the plot twist and intersection with Maximus’ storyline was well-done. The Black Bolt/Medusa reunion was AMAZING. I was hoping they’d show his reaction to finding out that she no longer has her hair, and they did. Maximus is gonna be in for it from both of them when they finally get back to Attilan. Based on the trailer it looks like almost the whole family will be back together by the end of next episode, so that’s something to look forward to.

The negatives: Karnak’s plotline is still even dumber than the dumbest plotline I ever thought they could possibly give him, but at least it was better written this episode, and there was less of it. And of course Crystal gets the least to do- unless you count poor Triton- but at least her friend/love interest (?) Dave is kind of entertaining. That high five was great. Though I confess I’m a bit disappointed they didn’t name him Johnny, haha. I really hope she gets more to do next episode, and that Triton comes back soon; those two getting the least to do is a piece of the source material I was hoping wouldn’t make it into the show. Crystal especially is such a great character, and that hasn’t really been showcased in the show so far, aside from her rebelling against Maximus and epically escaping. I hope we get to see more of her compassion in the rest of the season, and more of her powers too. We’ve now seen her use every element except earth, but we haven’t seen her do anything really big with them yet.

I think the entire plotline with Maximus this episode was just a ploy by him to have an excuse to kill the Genetic Council, but after his insistence on keeping Black Bolt alive due to needing his genetic code I’m not sure about what’s going on with him. They could still do a plot twist where he’s had mind control powers the entire time, but this whole thing could also be genuine and he’ll go through terrigenesis again to get his powers. Fingers crossed it’s the former.

Another terrigenesis could also very well be how Medusa gets her hair back, since based on Maximus’ conversation with his friend on the Genetic Council second terrigenesis doesn’t seem to be a thing and it would just repeat the changes…

stherix  asked:

I'm very interest in the gifs you're reblogging, what's the name of the show?

Hello, friend, you are just the sort of person I want to hear from right now.
The show is called Timeless, and here is the trailer:

There is also this other cool promo. You don’t have to watch it. I just think it’s really fun with all the effects and transitions:

I watched the trailer and sort of fell in love instantly……… with the villain antagonist character and his potential interactions and relationship with the heroine. (WHICH have not let me down, btw. They have, in fact, lifted me up and added five years to my life span.)

Timeless is airing now on NBC. There have been 11 episodes so far with 5 more left in the season. And the reason that inquiring people like you are a such a beautiful gem is because the show is a little on the fence right now. We’re really hoping for a second season and need as many people as possible on board to boost ratings. It’s a great show with amazing acting, sets, and writing that just gets better as it goes. Please don’t let a possible threat of cancellation deter you. It is my opinion, where Timeless in concerned, that it is truly better to have loved and lost.

The premise is super fun as they go to many different periods in time ranging (so far) from 1754 to an upcoming episode taking place in the 1980s. All of the actors and people involved go on about how much they love it because each episode is almost like its own movie with different events and environments. And it really is. You’ve got the Hindenburg, the Lincoln assassination, the Alamo, Watergate, the American Revolution. Not to mention historical figures like Bonnie and Clyde, Katherine Johnson, Houdini, Benedict Arnold, etc. Every episode it’s new and beautiful sets. It’s gorgeous, period costumes so the time traveling characters fit in. And it’s a little mystery trying to figure out what in the world they are doing there. lol. Plus, if you like three-dimensional villains, the villain antagonist from Timeless is the embodiment of the saying, “Every villain is the hero in his own mind.” He has such understandable motives and is not 100% bad. Always a plus to me.

But also the series is not afraid to address “unpleasant” issues. As shown in the trailer, one of the time traveling characters is black. Another is a woman. And quite often they do not have an easy time because of it. So it’s really great that Timeless not only has a diverse team but also takes the time to present a realistic image of what their experience would be like. And it’s also nice to look back and see how far we’ve come. A+

So! If you are interested, all episodes are on Hulu right now. And NBC’s website. (Some episodes on their site need a cable subscription to watch, BUT the first three episodes are FREE!) 

Anyone willing to give Timeless a try and help ratings will have my express gratitude and love. ♥

Randy Headcanons!

- His IQ is so high that when he took a test they almost thought he wasn’t human

- Over the years, he became a pro at disguising himself

- When he first started experimenting with things, his friends and family took it as a joke; until they saw what he could do

- He can do ridiculous math equations in his head

- One contributor to his intelligence is how he trained himself to become both a visual and auditory learner

- He’s rather good at drawing, but only in cartoon styles

- You could go to him with nearly any situation and he’d both give you advice and cheer you up in no time

- The only magic he doesn’t like doing as much are Arias, because his singing voice isn’t all that great…

- Aesthetics are nearly always incorporated in his magic; he likes pretty things

- He doesn’t like black licorice

- He’s actually a really nice and respectful roommate

- Due to high brain activity, he doesn’t get as much rest and needs to keep himself occupied in thought

- He can play guitar, but never liked music too much so he never continued

- Making people uncomfortable is extremely amusing; For example, one time Elias bent over to pick up a book and Luca was nearby, so he decided it would be a good idea to say, “Luca, stop checking out Elias’ butt”

- His humor can be both really lighthearted to super dark and it makes many people question his sanity

- When he’s alone in the prefect’s office, he dances; if Klaus catches him he’ll try to convince him to join, but he only did once