curls for his girl

Reasons why I love Francis Abernathy
  • “ ‘Cubitum eamus?’ ‘What?’ 'Nothing.’ He transferred the cigarette to his left hand and offered the right one to me. It was bony and soft-skinned as a teenage girl’s.”
  • “Boo,’ he said. We both jumped back. Francis smiled thinly, light glinting off his fraudulent pince-nez. Cigarette smoke curled from his nostrils.”
  • drives an old convertible Mustang very very carefully
  • “Good girl,’ said Francis, winding the bandages around the arch of her foot. Like most hypochondriacs, he had an oddly soothing bedside manner. 'Look at you. You didn’t even cry.’ 'It didn’t hurt that much.’ 'The hell it didn’t,’ Francis said. 'You were really brave.”
  • “Francis, barefoot and still in his bathrobe, stepped precariously over rocks and branches, balancing his glass of ginger ale. Once we got to the lake he waded in, up to his knees, and beckoned dramatically like Saint John the Baptist”
  • such a drama queen
  • “Francis sent me a six-page letter about how bored he felt, and how sick he was, and virtually everything he’d had to eat since I’d seen him last.”
  • he cooks fancy elaborate meals for his friends
  • “this man was not Voltaire we killed. But still. It’s a shame. I feel bad about it.”
  • very good kisser even if NO ONE APPRECIATES IT
  • tastes like tea and cigarettes
  • dresses like a victorian age fashion icon
  • that scene where he sits on a windowsill and drunkenly eats maraschino cherries at 6 am
  • “Somebody – one of those damned toddlers, I guess – got my favorite scarf off the bed and wrapped up part of a chicken leg in it. That nice silk one with the pattern of clocks on it. It’s just ruined.”
  • has a bad habit of burning furniture with his forgotten cigarettes
  • signed his suicide letter with “Cheerily, Francis”
  • he is absolutely covered in freckles
  • “asparagus is in season”
Hold Me // Spencer Reid

A/N: Here’s me being me again. I needed a break from all of the requests to write something purely mine and this is what came from it. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: mentions of domestic violence, ptsd

“I love you so much.”

They were the same words he spoke every night as he watched her fall asleep, curled into his arms like the frail girl she was. His hands traced the curve of her back lightly, scared to make a sudden move that would send her spiraling into hysterics again.

She was broken, a beautiful glass figure that had been shattered to pieces by a man who had carelessly held on too tightly. She’d never been quite the same again and all Spencer could do was watch as she tried to pick up the pieces and make herself whole again. But like any true glass piece, there were shards that were simply gone once shattered- vanishing into thin air, and they left empty holes in her body where the cold draft filled her with a sense of emptiness, a cruel reminder of how hollow she was.

Spencer felt useless as he held her in his arms. He should have seen the signs. He should have noticed the way she cowered whenever someone raised a hand. He should have realized what was happening before it had been too late.

His heart had filled with irrevocable sadness when he received the phone call from the hospital. She had listed him as her emergency contact, him, not the other man. She had trusted so much in him to save her and he had failed.

He cried when he saw her bruised face. How anyone could ever do something so cruel to something so lovely was beyond him. How someone so beautiful could allow themselves to be treated in such a way, that he understood. He knew her better than anyone. He knew that deep beneath her smile was a sad being looking for validation. Looking for love.

If only he would have confessed his love to her before. Before she met that despicable man who turned her into his personal ragdoll. Before she had fallen so deeply into her own self-hatred to allow such a thing.

And so she whimpered as she lay next to him in his bed, images of the man’s violence still flashing vividly in her mind. They haunted her for days, the constant fear of him returning enough to make her lose sleep. She knew she was being irrational. He wasn’t coming back. Spencer had made sure of that.

He had sent Morgan himself to arrest him, sending the man to jail on charges of domestic abuse that he had no choice but to plead guilty to due to his previous records involving similar incidents. Spencer had felt a repulsion to the man. An incredible anger that would have led him to do something he would have regretted if he himself had gone after him.

She lay with him every night, her own body craving the safety he provided. She cringed away from all other touch that didn’t originate from him. Not even JJ, who’s whole being exuded a matronly comfort, was able to come near. She clung onto Spencer as if he was her savior, her lifeline that had only just barely reached her.

He didn’t complain. He didn’t force her to talk, to speak aloud the worry she held on her face. Instead he would simply arrive home with her favorite foods, a spark of excitement in her eyes for a mere second before it dimmed once again. They would sit and eat in comfortable silence, an understanding between them that some things were better left unsaid. Sometimes she would ask how everyone else was and he would fill her in on the team’s shenanigans. Sometimes her eyes would sparkle with amusement, other times she’d simply nod.

She lived most of her days in a limbo, existing only enough to do what was required of her. She had not gone back to work yet but Hotch had been understanding. He had sent her a gift with Spencer once, a journal and a fancy pen. She’d opened it to find a note written down.

For the things you need to release but can’t bear to say.

That small journal had been her second salvation. Spencer constantly found her curled up on the couch, fast asleep with it open in her lap. She’d nearly filled all of its pages and he felt a wave of relief flush through him. She was venting somewhere and that was good. It was healthy. It would help her healing process.

Every night she’d curl into him without a word, although he understood that she cared. She cared that he was there. There were times when he would be woken by her tight grip in the middle of the night, tears streaming down her face as she struggled against the feelings her own body raged against her. He would simply hold her against him, his long fingers stroking her skin comfortingly as she cried. They never spoke of it but she was grateful.

Tonight was different. There was a sense of serenity in her as she curled up in his bed. She dared to throw a leg over him, earning a small raise of an eyebrow from Spencer. This time she looked at him and smiled, a small smile that belonged to a girl who was only just beginning to love herself once more. He felt his heart flutter as he realized that the warmth in her eyes had returned, a sign of the girl she used to be. He wrapped his arm around her as they settled into their usual positions, the sense of familiarity between them enough to bring a small spark of comfort to both. He pressed his lips against her forehead in a tender kiss, smiling as he heard her sweet voice fill the space between them.

“I love you too.”

BTS Reaction to you cuddling them in your sleep:

Rap Monster:

“Ahhhh.. So peaceful.”

He’d admire the look on your sleeping face and every snore that escaped you brought a smile to his lips.


“Oh, you’re already asleep huh?”

He’d smile at your fingers that would be curled against his chest. He felt happy and protective of his girl.


“So maybe we sh- Aw! Already sleeping..”

This hyper boy would be a little upset at the fact that you’ve fallen asleep, but he’d be more than happy that you’re cuddling him.


“Sleep tight my princess..”

He’d gently move away any hair that was in your face and he’d cuddle you right back giving you all his warmth.


“Jagiya I… Never mind. Sleep well my tired angel.”

He smiled and sighed as he shook his head at you. He began to smile even wider when he noticed how tight your arms were around him.


“Aish.. Asleep already?…. You’re so adorable though..”

Nonchalantly, he’d wrap your arms around him and he’d cuddle up to you as well. Silently he’d place a kiss on your forehead and fall asleep with you.


“Hmm… Are you scared of something Jagiya? Oh, you’re sleeping.. Goodnight.”

He’d quietly laugh at his mistake of you being scared for actually being asleep. He’d nuzzle your head and fall asleep too.


Hello, Again

[Imagine Joker finding out Harley has a kid (AKA You)]

Hello, it’s me
I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet
To go over everything
They say that time’s supposed to heal ya
But I ain’t done much healing

“J-Joker sir, we um..we found her.”

Those words caused him to freeze in his seat. Fingers gripping the leather for a moment. He released his hold, breathing out a deep breath as a smile curled onto his lips.

He was going to get his girl back.

Hello, can you hear me?
I’m in California dreaming about who we used to be
When we were younger and free
I’ve forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet

He’s thought about this day for seven years.

There’s such a difference between us
And a million miles

It was his fault. He knew that deep down inside, but he’d never say it. Never think it. All he knew was that he needed her. Even if it was clear she didn’t need him.

Hello from the other side
I must have called a thousand times
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I’ve tried
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it don’t matter. It clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore

The house was small, yellow, and the yard was littered with a few toys. He refused to think about that aspect. Refused to believe what his heart screamed to be true.

Hello, how are you?
It’s so typical of me to talk about myself. I’m sorry
I hope that you’re well
Did you ever make it out of that town where nothing ever happened?

His fingers gripped the steering wheel. His eyes never leaving the small house as he waited. He needed to know for sure that this was her’s. He couldn’t risk making a mistake. It’s been too long and there was so much they still had to do.

And it’s no secret that the both of us
Are running out of time

Harley Quinn. The name sent chills down the man’s spine. He knew everything about her from the colors in her eyes to the red in her cheeks. And the woman exiting out of the small, black car wasn’t her.

“No…No…No!” He slammed against the steering wheel angrily spitting out the words.

It wasn’t Harley–no–it was Harleen.

Her skin wasn’t pure white anymore. Back to it’s normal, fair color. Her hair no longer had pink or blue, but a darker shade of blonde. She wore her black, rimmed glasses and a plain, white shirt and skinny jeans.

Joker gripped the steering wheel, breathing deeply as he tried remembering how great the woman was.

Then her heard it.

The small shout.


So hello from the other side (other side)
I must have called a thousand times (thousand times)
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside (outside)
At least I can say that I’ve tried (I’ve tried)
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it don’t matter. It clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore

A child came barreling out of the backseat of the car. Harley–Harleen–held her arms out for them. She held them tightly and picked them up, smiling. She looked happy.

“Y/N!” Harley answered back with the same excitement, kissing the child all over.

“Ew!” The child scrunched up their nose in disgust, rubbing away the kisses with a fit of giggles.

Harleen giggled with the child and walked up the pavement and into the house.

Hello from the other side (other side)
I must have called a thousand times (thousand times)
To tell you I’m sorry for everything that I’ve done
But when I call you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside (outside)
At least I can say that I’ve tried (I’ve tried)
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it don’t matter. It clearly doesn’t tear you apart anymore

“Was it ‘er, boss?”

“No.” He growled out the word, pushing past the goons and into his office, slamming the door behind him.

REQUESTEE: quinnes-wagner
DATE: AUG. 14 2016
NOTES: Tf was this
Much angst tho


Chat: I’ve been in a very “equality is for everyone” mood

Summary: Feliciano likes wearing make up, he likes the feeling of wearing dresses and curling his hair. No, he isn’t a girl, he’s a boy and he’s proud

Excerpt: I can’t find a right part for this, but it’s about how Feliciano starts a YouTube channel about make up

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Facts That Most Hetalians Probably Don’t Know:

-England has a tattoo of a guitar on his ass.

-France’s last name is actually pronounced “Bon-fwah,” not “Bonnie-foy.”

-Russia’s first name is pronounced “ee-vahn,” not “eye-van.”

-Sweden bought Sealand off of E-Bay.

-America’s glasses represent Texas.

-His curl also represents Nantucket Island.

-Norway’s curl represents his fjords.

-Hanatamago is a girl.

-Russia’s scarf was given to him by Ukraine when he was a child.

-Canada once made America cry by pointing out all of his imperfections.

-Estonia is modeled after Himaruya himself.

-Prussia once asked Italy out on a date, but Italy was too oblivious to notice (expertly avoided the gay.)


Originally posted by sebastianstanes

(Gif not mine)

Sebastian x reader 

Word count:1148

A.N: I really hope you enjoy it and I hope I fiffiled your needs (That sounded dirty, I didn’t mean it)


“Alright next questioned.” You finally managed to stop laughing from what a fan had just told you “Go ahead sweetheart.” You pointed to the girl in the white top with curled hair.

“Hi I just first want to say that I love you.” She paused for a minute.

“Thank you that means a lot I love you too.” You smiled at her.

“Alright now my question is, was it awkward having to kiss a man older than you in Grey’s Anatomy and how do you feel about leaving the show?”

“Well Eric and Patrick were very kind they never made anything awkward and all around it was a good vibe and as for leaving the show it was very sad, my character was a very strong independent woman that you barely saw cry but when it all came to an end she did end up crying but in the script I wasn’t suppose to cry that was actually me crying but anyways to answer the question it was very sad I spent eight years in the show they end up being my family, I still keep in touch with all of them so it’s all good.” You almost started to cry thinking about all our memories in the show.

The crowd awed and they started to ask more question that was until you little boy, Alexander, came walking on stage which caused the crowed to get over joy with him.

“Say hi to them Alexander.” You told your son.

“Hi.” He spoke into the mic and waved causing the room to be filled with hi’s and hello’s.

“How did you and Sebastian meet?” A male fan asked.

You thought back to when you meet him and got bubbles in your stomach.

“Oh god we met back in ‘07,I was dating Chace at the time and we actually went out to eat and then he ended up dating Leighton which was really sad for me since me and Chace had broken up because he knew that I thought that Sebastian was cute so he ended up setting us up after Leighton and Sebastian broke up.But now she’s married just her husband and her beautiful baby and I’m married I have a baby boy and two other babies on there way, we all keep in touch even they’re great I love them. ” You chuckled and the fans laughed and pointed at another fan.

“Is Sebastian overprotective since you are pre-” But your son cut her by busting out laughing and scream since some of the fans were getting his attention.

“I’m so sorry.” You went over to a table and grabbed a toy that a fan had given you and gave it to him causing him to calm down and play with it “Sorry you can continue.”

“It’s okay, was Sebastian overprotective of you when you were filming Civil War?”She asked.

“Well I didn’t know I was pregnant at that time I was only two months along but as soon as we found out he was but it was good since we only had like moth left of shooting but we still went back to redo some scenes, it was mostly because we had some fighting scenes together and he thought that he might kick me or something but I always told him to just do it and it’s gotten pretty worse since then because now I’m six months along he’s a afraid that I might get hurt.”

“He’s so cute.” They all said almost at the same time. Soon the crowed went wild when they saw Sebastian step on stage.

He smiled and waved at them “Telling them all my secrets babe?” He leaned down to kiss you then he placed a hand on your stomach “How are our babies doing.”

“They’re fine.”

“Good.” He then proceeded to get a chair and sit next to you and take Alex of your lap and into his.

“I have a question for Sebastian.” She gave you a smile you nodded and she continued “When did you know that you were in love with this lovely woman.” She motion at you which all you could do was just smile at her and at her question.

“Ah excellent question, I knew that I was in love with her when we were out we had gone to a premier it was Once Upon a Time  and I tripped and it wasn’t a small stumble it was bad like I ate that so hard.”Seb explained it to them causing them to laugh “It was really embarrassing but before I could do anything she tripped and was already in the ground next to me not caring how many people saw and all the pictures and videos they took she just laid there with me laughing her ass off until I finally got up and I helped her up, but I’ve never had someone do that for me never had I ever felt good about the choice I made for finding someone like her I felt good, in love.” He told them the story.

  You could remember that day like it was yesterday which caused tears to form in your eyes.

“Again sweetheart?” Seb asked as he wiped away the tears away.

“It’s the hormones, shut up.” You told them, everyone just stared at the two of you taking videos and photos of the two of you.

“Whatever you say sweet heart we all know it’s because you love me.” Sebastian gave you a smile that made you melt, it felt just like the beginning all over again.

The rest of panel and signing along with the photo op’s were great, well Comic Con San Diego was great to say the least. That night at the hotel you finally put Alex into bed after a lotta laughs and reading so you showered and then Seb did as well, you were waiting for in bed after you put on a t shirt and some underwear, as you laid in bed you look thru instagram and saw some clips and photos of the three of you and smiled at your beautiful family and more to come, you were looking at the comments and they were nothing but sweet which filled you up with joy.

“You look beautiful babe.” Seb got into bed and kissed you.

“Thank you.” You blushed.

“Wow babe almost ten years of knowing each other and I still make you blush.”

“What can I say, you have a way with me.”  

“Good.” He turned of the light “I love you.” Sebastian kissed you.

“I love you too, so much.” You were always so afraid to loose him.

“And I love you guys too.” He lifted the cover and gave your tummy a kiss “Good night.”

“Good night sexy sea bass.” You teased him which caused him to groan and pull you close.

Special Friends: Chapter 4

Submitted by: Panicattackkisses

Description:  When Stiles’ phone buzzed and lit up with the image of Lydia with two chopsticks in her mouth, he answered immediately.
“I thought I told you you can’t keep calling me up for meaningless, mind blowing sex, Lydia”.

Rating: M

Genre: Fluff, Romance

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idk man i just get really emotional about mike lawson being a father.

like he’s probably wanted it a long time but he also wanted to be a great ball player, so he put that idea on hold for awhile. and then rachel cheated on him and he started thinking, ‘well shit, what’s the point now, you know?’ and then miss ginny baker walks into his life and she’s just — so full of emotion and life and it’s such a startling contrast from the rest of the fuckers he spends his time with it near fucking floors him.

and then he starts imagining what it’d be like to have a little girl with her curls and his eyes. a son with her eyes and his nose. he starts wanting something he put on the back burner and thought he could never have. (when ginny tells him she wants to wait till she’s more settled into her career he tries not to let it show on his face — but he’s never had a good poker face around her.)

and when they actually do have kids? god, he’s doting. he’s adoring. he came from a loving home and he’d be fucking damned if his kids would go through what ginny went through, being torn between parents and ideals and wants. he’d give them the stars and the moon and fucking jupiter if he could: it kills him that he can’t, esp. when ginny looks at him like, ‘jupiter is a whole fucking planet, old man, you really gonna become an astronaut and commit planetary theft just because you can’t say no to your kid?

you know, like — his daughter on his shoulders during home games. having to coach the little ones not to go running onto the field when mom hits a home run. forcing the media types to be quiet at conferences post game cause his daughter is passed out on him and he’ll fucking end you if you wake her up. crying when ginny tells him she’s pregnant again. speaking to the kid at night when he thinks ginny’s asleep but really she’s just grinning at the ceiling and crying softly (damn pregnancy hormones.)

trans lance headcanons
  • when he was little he always insisted he was a boy but as people kept telling him to stop joking around he said it less and less and by the time he was like 9 he just gave up and wore the stupid dresses and curled his hair and sure he liked looking nice but not…girl nice.
  • got his first binder in secret when he was like 12, he asked one of his older cousins (who is gay and dating a trans girl) to help him buy one and she was basically the first family member he came out to
  • he was at the barber’s with his mom and dad getting his hair cut after his thirteenth birthday and finally got up the courage to ask for a hair cut from the boys section of the stylebook. the barber suggested a pixie cut instead, but he insisted on the one he’d chosen.
  • he is honestly grateful every day for his natural height and lankiness. it’s not his ideal body type, but it helps him pass.
  • he finally had enough of it when he was a freshman in high school and officially came out to his parents. all his siblings and most of his cousins knew already cause he’s not the type to be able to not talk about it with anyone.
  • his dad wasn’t very supportive AT all and to this day acts like a prick (even though him and lance’s mother are now divorced for other reasons), but his mom is super supportive and accepting of her baby boy
  • his mom is the one who helped him get his name changed, and went through hell to help him save up for top surgery and hormones. lance himself got like two part-time jobs while in high school to help save. he and his mom went through a bunch of social and legal BS in order for him to be able to do these things.
  • he started hormones a few months before getting accepted into the garrison, and continued them for another six months before deciding to stop hrt because he was satisfied with his body’s permanent changes, and was okay with the fading of any temporary changes since his body type didn’t show much change in build regardless.
  • whenever anyone tried bullying him at the garrison, hunk stepped in. it’s some of the only times people have EVER seen him angry and honestly it is SCARY. needless to say, the bullying stopped pretty quickly.
  • the reason he’s so averse to training/working out now is because he had to do so much of it to get such little results and it was honestly really disheartening to him
  • was supposed to have his top surgery once he turned seventeen and would be visiting his mother when his assigned section at the garrison got a small holiday leave. seeing as the voice actor for lance said he’s about 16 at the beginning of the show, he didn’t get the chance to.
  • is very self conscious and doesn’t change around others. he’s had to do it a few times when they needed to suit up ASAP and he’s ridiculously grateful that the team never commented on his binder and didn’t treat him any different once they knew
  • never really officially cam out to the team. it’s just sort of something everyone knows about him now and he actually really likes it that way. they make him feel safe.