early presents are nice

nepenthe (m)

members: jeon jungkook, reader, a hint of jin on the side.

words: 5,261

summary: you’re jin’s soulmate. jungkook is an immoratal who’s been bound to you from the beginning of his existence. he’s helped you through everything in your past lives. this time is no different once you discover commitment isn’t your best friend.

a/n: this may or not be the start of a small series, idk depends on whether or not i finish my list by my birthday lmao. but anyway happy EARLY birthday @jinxkook​!! since this was meant to be posted on your birthday, and i prepared a sweet lil letter and all, i’m not gonna delete it, but i sincerely hope it’s a good day for you, you really deserve it dude. stay happy (and please take care of yourself) much love. ;]


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literally posting this cause i want sympathy for my bruised knuckle and sore knuckle bone lol and also cause even tho i look a mess, i feel good ya know? like stop being ashamed of messy days, love yourself you deserve it

Stealing First

Post-Ep Fic for “The Unnatural,” with heavy doses of “Milagro”

(For @leiascully ‘s Fanfic Challenge, prompt ‘42’ Thanks to @stellagibsonisalifeforce for the excellent beta, on a holiday weekend no less!)

Spoilers: up through season 6

Rated: R

Summary: What does Mulder make of Padgett’s statement that “Agent Scully is already in love”?

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It takes her 42 minutes to find her way to the ball field.

He begins to wonder if she’ll come, and he tries to decide how much he cares whether she does.  Okay, he cares.  He cares so much more than he’d like to admit. But he’s already bothered her once on this beautiful Saturday, luring her down to the dim office to go through old news clippings. She’d shown up with ice cream, flirty and casual, so he’s pretty sure she is in a mood to humor him.

She’ll come.

But the longer the minutes tick by, he wonders if maybe he’s asked too much for one day.  There were boundaries Scully had once asked him not to cross – don’t bother her on weekends, after 11 p.m., or when she is on vacation.

He laughs.  He’d failed at all of those in the first year of their partnership, maybe even during their first case.  Still, he never knows if maybe today is the day she’ll just say, “Enough,” and his attempts to insinuate himself ever more completely into her private life will fall short. “It’s official,” he thinks, for the second time that day, “I am a horse’s ass.”

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On Humour

Amongst everything, sometimes I feel as if another Ron trait that is blatantly overlooked is his sense of humour. I mean come on! That boy is pretty darn hilarious. 

And no, not Movie-Ron’s half-witted, trying-too-hard-to-be-funny one-liner’s. I mean book Ron’s witty, dry and sarcastic sense of humour.

  • “I’ve still got ten Galleons,” she said, checking her purse. “It’s my birthday in September, and Mum and Dad gave me some money to get myself an early birthday present.”                                                      “How about a nice book? said Ron innocently.
  • Straight up describing how ugly his examiner was during his Divination Owl, without realising it.
  • "Don’t let it worry you,” said Ron. “It’s me. I’m extremely famous.”
  • “Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?”
  • “IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I’LL KILL YOU, HARRY!”
  • “Percy wouldn’t recognize a joke if it danced naked in front of him wearing Dobby’s tea cozy.”
  • “Oh, of course,” said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. “I forgot we’ll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library.”
  • “You need your Inner Eye tested, if you ask me.” 

Here’s a very late thank you to my followers! 

Thanks so much for supporting me and my blog! I never thought I’d get this many people following me. For every like, reblog, and message given to me, I’m forever grateful. You guys have no idea how happy it makes me to know that people like what I make ૮(꒦ິ ˙̫̮ ꒦ິ)ა It makes all my hard work worth it. I hope you guys continue to follow and support me from here on!

This was a nice early birthday present actually haha.

Little Munson - Chapter 1


A/N - Welcome back to the story of Angel and Bobby Munson! Angel is finally in high school, which means new challenges for both her and Bobby. I tried a different format for this chapter, I’m trying to move the story along so we can get back into things! I have a lot of one shots that are planned to go with this. That’s the reason it’s short and time jumpy.  =D

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anonymous asked:

Your blog is great! Can I request a wolfstar fic where moony lost his chocolate, and sirius buys him more? ~🙈

Thank you!

I have Mixed Feelings about the Remus being obsessed with chocolate trope, so I kind of put a different spin to it. 


“Where is it?”

Sirius leaned against the door of the dormitory, watching as Remus threw things over his shoulder, looking for something furiously. In the middle of the dormitory was a huge pile of clothing, pillows, and bedsheets.

“What have you lost, Moony? A textbook?” Sirius asked.

“My chocolate,” Remus said.

“You’re turning our dorm upside down… for chocolate?” Sirius asked, frowning. Remus straightened up, his cheeks going red as he refused to meet Sirius’ eyes.

“It wasn’t for me,” Remus murmured, shifting uncomfortably.

“Who was it for?” Sirius asked. Remus looked down at the ground.

“No one, it doesn’t matter,” Remus said, taking his wand out of his pocket. He pointed it towards the pile of stuff in the middle of the dorm and sent the bedsheets and pillows back towards their respective beds. They landed on the beds haphazardly.

“It obviously does,” Sirius said, walking slowly towards Remus, “Was it a romantic gift? You can tell me, I won’t laugh.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Remus repeated, walking past Sirius and out of the dorm. Sirius watched Remus leaving with a contemplative expression across his face.

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Later that day when Remus returned to the dormitory, Sirius jumped at him from his bed.

“Moony! I got you something!” Sirius said.

“Oh no,” Remus replied, looking at Sirius with trepidation.

“It’s nothing bad,” Sirius said, grabbing Remus’ hands and placing a small rectangular box in them.

“Chocolates,” Remus said, inspecting the box before looking up at Sirius incredulously. Sirius beamed at him.

“You said it didn’t matter, but it clearly did. So here. Now you can give them to whoever the other chocolate was for,” Sirius said, looking very pleased with himself.

Remus laughed, and then handed the box back to Sirius.

“No, Moony, it’s for you,” Sirius said, “I wanted to help.”

“I know,” Remus said, smiling, “And you did, and I appreciate it. I appreciate you. Which is why the chocolate I was looking for was for you.”

“Me?” Sirius asked, a puzzled expression on his face.

“It’s your birthday next week, you idiot,” Remus said affectionately, “It was part of your birthday present.”

“Part of my birthday present?” Sirius asked, “What was the rest?”

“It’s not your birthday yet,” Remus said, moving across the dorm to sit on his bed.

“But if this chocolate was part of my present, and I have it now, that makes it an early birthday present. So I should get the rest of my present early, too,” Sirius said, following Remus and sitting opposite him.

“Shut up,” Remus said, smiling wryly, inching closer to Sirius.

“No. I want the rest of my present now. I did something nice for you, I deserve my present early,” Sirius insisted, putting on a pout, “Please, Moony?”

“I hate you,” Remus said. He sighed, then gave a small nod to himself. He leant forward slowly and pressed his lips softly against Sirius’. Sirius let out a small gasp of surprise, his mouth opening slightly. Sirius found his left hand moving up to tangle in Remus’ soft brown hair, his right hand snaking around Remus’ waist. Sirius could feel the shuddering breathing of Remus as the two of them moved closer to each other, wrapped in each other completely.

After the pair broke apart, they caught their breath, and glanced at each other shyly.

“That – that was going to my present?” Sirius asked, bright smile painted across his face.

“Yeah, did you like it?” Remus asked.

“I’ll show you how much I liked it,” Sirius said, leaning in to kiss Remus once more.


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A yes for Christmas

To safe life was hectic would be downright an understatement, it’s the time of year where everyone gets engaged or is getting married, where it’s holiday after holiday, family gatherings, and social events, on top of work and whatever else could possibly be thrown in the mix. You throw one of the several pillows on the bed, finally finding a few minutes to spare in order to fix the bed and tidy the very disarranged bedroom. “So many Damn pillows.” You mutter to yourself, beginning to regret the decision of decorating the bed with what you thought were adoring and very necessary pillows, much to Harry’s distaste and loathe for pillows. That’s just one thing he had to compromise on, you can have as many pillows as your desire as long as they’re not too girly and frilly. You throw the black blanket to the end of the bed, startled as you see a shadow at the doorway. “What the hell are you doing?” You instantly blurt out, completely disregarding that you’re talking to the love of your life. “Hi, my day was good, thank you for asking, aw sweetie I love you too.” Harry sarcastically mocks, stepping into the bedroom.
“You scared me, sorry.” You half smile, slightly guilty for the unloving greeting.
“Mhm.” He sounds, throwing his jacket to the bed,
“So, why are you home?” You question, unsure of why he is home so early, he looks at you strangely, tilting his head as you rearrange the pillows you had just moments ago placed on the bed. “Were you expecting someone else?” He playfully questions, “because I can leave and come back” he engages in teasing, grinning as you roll your eyes,
“My other lover already left, you’re fine. Why are you home so early, you said you wouldn’t be back until seven.” You respond, beginning to pick up the clothes off the floor.
“Do you know what time it is?” He asks, standing in the middle of the room.
“Yeah, three-ish.” You respond, beginning to take the clothes to the laundry room.
“It’s seven-thirty.” He responds and you stop in your tracks.
“No it’s not.” You shake your head, looking down at your watch. “Oh no, no, no.” You mutter, hurrying down the stairs to see the groceries right where you left five hours ago. You throw the clothes swiftly in the laundry before hurrying to the kitchen and rummaging through the bags. “Harry!” You call as he’s already making his way down the stairs, he walks over to you calmly, unaware of the fact your mind is racing. “Damnit.” You mumble, pulling the ice cream out of the bag and opening it up only to see that it’s melted. “I’m screwed! Literally screwed.” You exaggerate,
“Uhm… why?” He calmly asks, taking note of your frantic behaviour as you try to put the groceries away. “My parents will be here in thirty minutes, I haven’t prepared dinner, the ice cream has melted, I have thirty minutes to cook a damn chicken because that’s what I said I’d cook. Not to mention we don’t have one Christmas decoration up besides the tree, do you know it’s Christmas? If it wasn’t for Christmas shopping I did, I wouldn’t know it was Christmas.” You vent, staring at the chicken sitting on the counter. “Oh geez.” Harry sighs, earning him a glare from you. He shakes his head before chuckling to himself. “You need to calm down. Breathe.” He instructs,
“I am breathing.” You bitterly mutter. He gently pulls you closer to him, making you face him. “We can order pizza.” He suggests and you laugh at his dim witted solution.
“Pizza? You expect my parents to eat pizza?” You question,
“Fine, I’ll go and get a chicken that’s already cooked and we will say you cooked it, as for the Christmas decorations, they’re in the basement.” He explains, the only logical thing to do is to buy a chicken and pretend you made it. “Okay, but the Christmas stuff in the basement doesn’t help, I can’t string lights and throw up a tree in ten minutes.” You unhappily mumble, starting to wish you had of kept track of time, but instead you tried to do the 201 things on the list. “We will say we’ve been busy, now put these groceries away, throw cupcakes in the oven or something, and I’ll be back with dinner.” He firmly instructs, kissing your cheek before walking away to find his keys. You do as you were told and put away the groceries that were meant to be for dinner tonight.

After anxiously waiting the front door opens and multiple bags are placed on the counter in front of you. “Bad news.” He clears his throat, your anxiety beginning to rise. “It’s snowing.” He smiles like a child, causing you to sigh heavily.
“I thought it was important news.” You groan, taking the hot food out of the bags and putting them onto serving plates. “Hey, stop.” You scold Harry as you catch him eating part of the mashed potato he brought, “hey, I’m hungry and I just fought an old man for these mashed potatoes.” He mumbles with a mouthful of food,
“Fought and old guy, huh?” You chuckle, knowing he’s over exaggerating,
“Ehh, I paid him £50” he shrugs, continuing to eat the potato. “Have you eaten? You look hungry.” He adds, shoving a spoonful of potato in your face, “I’m very hungry, but we can’t eat it all now. How do I look hungry?” You respond, continuing to plate the food.
“You’re grouchy. Eat more.” He answers, shoving another spoonful in your mouth,
“We can’t eat the food before they arrive, stop.” You whine as he keeps feeding the two of you mash potato. “Wait, you really paid a man just for the mash potato?” You curiously ask, unsure if he’s exaggerating or not. He smirks and nods. “I did, it was the last big batch.” You chuckle quietly, shaking your head at him. “What did you say?” You question,
“I said I have a stressed out girlfriend who is in desperate need of mash potatoes to go along with the chicken, and if I don’t bring her all her demands she will put me in the dog house.” Harry responds, “I’m one hundred percent serious about the wording.” He smiles shamelessly,
“You’re terrible.” You chuckle as your phone goes off with a text. “Better get that, your other boyfriend might need you.” Harry engages in playful teasing, stealing food from one of the plates. “Well…” you begin, “looks like it’s dinner just for two.” You sigh, looking up at Harry. “They’re flying to America.” You mutter joylessly,
“That’s sudden. Why?” Harry asks.
“My brother is being traded to another team, so of course dad is making sure his agent is up to speed.” You respond, a little annoyed that once again your brother has inconvenienced you, as minor as it is.
“I told you he was trade bait and he should have signed a no-trade Clause.” Harry comments, looking down at all the food. You give him a shrug, “oh well, American football and clauses are not of my concern, wanna eat?” You wear a smile, eager to eat the dinner in front of you both.
“So, how’d you manage to lose track of time?” Harry interrogates,
“Well, I had a lot to do. All the Christmas shopping is done!” You merrily exclaim, thankful that you no longer need to buy any more Christmas presents. The shopping centres are a mess and full of eager shoppers in need of Christmas presents. “Good, what did ya get me?” Harry winks with a little grin,
“I’m not tellin” you shake your head, picking at the food in front of you.
“Baby, I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

“That’s the biggest lie.”

“Promise.”

“Harry, wait until Christmas.”

“I’m impatient.”

“I’m aware.” You roll your eyes, refusing to tell him what you brought him for Christmas. He doesn’t exactly need his new journal just yet, he can wait a few more days; he will survive. “C'mon, a hint?” He beams, trying to work his charm.
“No, wait until Christmas otherwise you’ll get nothing but coal and potatoes.”

“That’s what bad kids get.” He frowns,

“You’re naughty, that’s what you’ll get.” You grin, watching as he heavily sighs like a child who knows they’re not getting their own way.
“Don’t pout.” You forewarn, watching his lips pucker into a pouty face,
“Darling, I love you.” He in a sweet way comments,
“Cut it Styles, not happening.” You shake your head, refusing to even give him a hint.
“Fine.” He gives in with another sigh, “I do love you though, sometimes.” He bats an eyelash,
“Sweet, very sweet. How about you take me to see the Christmas lights and I will give you a present early.” You propose, deciding that a nice bribe might entice him to finally take you to the lights.
“Eh, I don’t know.” He frowns. Harry isn’t always a fan of the lights, he hates crowds — which is why he refrains from Christmas shopping with you. “There’s always a lot of people, love. People pushing past everyone, tired little kids, and it’s the time of year I don’t want to be stopped for pictures.”

“Harry, c'mon. You can’t hide away for Christmas.”

“I know, can you go with my sister? She wants to go.” He encourages, not having any desire to go to the lights.

“I guess.” You sigh, “but you have to make it up to me.” You bargain,

“I’ll watch the Christmas lights on our tree twinkle. Does that count?”

“No. Be romantic!” You whine, wishing he’d take this a little bit seriously.

“Okay okay, come with me.” He walks away from the food, taking himself to the Christmas tree where you follow.
“What are you doing?” You question, watching as he leans his arm between a few branches, pulling something small out.
“Y/N, I love you, there are no other words to describe how I feel, that could be because of my lack of vocabulary at the moment— don’t use this against me.” He begins, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips, “you have been the best part of me, you’ve been there through the hardest of times and somehow you manage to still love me after watching me fall countless times and scoop to all time lows. I couldn’t be more thankful to have you in my life. I uh.. I’m winging this and I’m sorry it’s not very romantic, but would you continue to be there and to love me at my worst for the rest of my life? To be my wife and my best friend?” He gets down on one knee, revealing the dark blue box and flicking it open.
“Oh my-” you gasp, your eyes viewing the diamond ring situated perfectly in the box. “Yes.” You mumble with tears beginning to fall down your cheeks, “yes, yes, yes.” You happily announce as he slides the ring on your finger.
“Does this makeup for the lights?” He smiles, leaning down and kissing you sweetly,
“Mmm, it’ll do.” You grin, looking into your future husbands eyes’ as always captivates by their gleam.

Sarah Paulson cried reading Cate Blanchett's glowing Time 100 tribute

Actress Sarah Paulson was moved to tears by the sweet tribute Cate Blanchett wrote for her introduction into Time magazine’s 100 Most Influential People list.

The People v. O.J. Simpson: American Crime Story star was celebrated by her pal in the publication’s annual Time 100 issue, in which Cate heaped praise on her “unique and unboxable” Carol co-star, who she also worked with in the forthcoming Ocean’s Eight movie.

Cate went on to call Sarah a “rare pearl” who is “at the forefront of a generation of women who are changing the landscape of the film and television industry”.

She continued, “When I first met her, on the set of Carol, I was floored by her buoyancy, her irreverence, her left-field sense of humor and her devotion to her craft. You enter a scene with Sarah and it’s game on. She brings with her, in work as in life, the sense that anything is possible. Anything.”

The gushing piece left Sarah speechless, and she was so touched, she broke down in tears.

“I didn’t know that was happening,” she told WWD.com. “When it (the tribute) came out one of my publicists sent it to me - I cried.”

“I e-mailed her (Cate) saying, ‘It’s one thing to be included in this list to begin with, but then to have an actor that I admire so deeply who I also consider my friend, who is somebody whose work actually makes me want to act, and is so inspiring,’ the things she wrote about me… it was a very big 'pinch me’ moment,” Sarah continued. “She wrote me back a hilarious e-mail basically saying, 'Don’t you worry, it was my pleasure.’

"She’s somebody I’ve always admired… It was a very nice, early, off-season Christmas present.”

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MERRY PITCHMAS!! ❤️

Merry Pitchmas, @postmjbuttercup :) Here’s your christmasy bechloe fic. Hope you like it! xx

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Fact: finals were done. 

Fact: the house was decorated. 

Fact: Beca loves Chloe. 

Fact: Chloe has no idea. (or so she thinks).

You’d think the three and a half years of harboring feelings for her bestfriend would have burst out by now. But nope. There they sat. Locked up behind Beca’s alleged tiny cold, dark, heart. 

For a while she thought she was just going to tell her. Rip off the band-aid, get it over with. But every time she finally mustered up the courage to confront the redhead, something came up. Or more so, Beca made another excuse to not do it. 

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My AT secret santa present for @werewolfking95 (who can’t be tagged here and i’m not sure why!) 

They requested flame princess and it was super fun to draw her in a santa outfit, i’m pretty sure the present is NOT for the fire kitty, alas, poor fire kitty. 

Thanks so much to @soupery for putting this together this year!