hey i know what i want for christmas

  • Jon: I was resurrected after being stabbed by my own men.
  • Sansa: Oh well that's definitely the weirdest thing I've heard so far.
  • Bran: Hey Sansa, couldn't help but overhear your conversation and I just wanted to let you know that you looked beautiful on your wedding night.
  • Sansa: Holy fuck what that's fucking creepy Bran what the fu-wait Arya what's that in your bag?
  • Arya: Oh, these? These are my faces. The faces that I wear. As an assassin. I can speak in their voice, live in their skin...even become you.
  • Sansa, packing her bags: All right you guys it's been fun catching up really missed you but I think I have to go very very far away from here see you all next Christmas
OTP Things:

1. “No, I lost my key. You lost the spare key. And I’m locked outside in the fucking rain!”

2. “You know that thing your phone does…when I vibrates? It means I’m calling you. So freakin’ answer!”

3. “Wakey-wakey eggs and bakey.”

4. “Hey, get me a drink, scumbag.”

5. “No pillow fights! You broke a window last time.”

6. “Why do you tangle your legs with mine? It hurts my junk.”

7. “Babe, it’s Mario Kart. Please don’t give me the silent treatment.”

8. “Aww you made me dinner? What do you want.”

9. “Sex. Sex. And Sex. That’s what I want for Christmas.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m broke.”

10. “Beg me…or you’re not getting the charger.”

Before It’s Too Late (part 9)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just look at the gif.

A/N: My tia and tio want to take me to New York for my 18th birthday and I’m like woaahhhh. I’ve only ever been to Las Vegas, California, New Mexico and Texas and I only drove to those places and I’m like freaking outttttt.

The drive home was quiet, the only noise was coming from the radio playing some recent song. You didn’t even glance at Bucky once, just stared out the window until you got home.

The next morning you woke up before Bucky and went down to the kitchen where your mother was making coffee.

“Want a cup?” she questioned.

“Yes please.”

You sit down and watch your mother pour the coffee into two cups. She sits next to you and takes a sip of hers.

“So,” she spoke softly. “How was Tony’s New Year’s party?”

“It was fun.” you nod. “Had a blast.”

“Uh huh. What happened?” her eyebrow quirked up and you look at her questioningly.

“How do you know something happened?”

She scoffed. “I’m your mother. I know everything.” she responds. “So tell me what happened.”

You let out a sigh, taking a large drink of your coffee. “Bucky kissed me last night.”

Your mother nearly spit out her coffee. “What?!”

Your eyes widen and you shove her shoulder. “Will you be quiet?!”

“Sorry, sorry.” she whispered. “So he kissed you?”

You nod. “I turned to tell him happy New Year and he kissed me.”

“What happened after that?”

“Nothing.”

You watch as your mothers’ eyebrows knit together. “What do you mean ‘nothing’?”

“I mean nothing.” you shrug. “After we kissed Natasha came by and pulled me away to do shots with her. We haven’t talked about it.”

Your mother shook her head. “You need to talk to him.”

You frown. “I know. I’m just scared that-”

You stop talking when Bucky enters the kitchen. He rubs his eyes like a child would before looking at you and your mother.

“Oh, hey.” he says.

“Morning Bucky.” your mother smiles then turns to you. “Well I should bring your dad some Advil. He was doing the worm last night.”

You nod and watch your mother leave the kitchen before turning to Bucky. “You hungry?”

“Starving.”

You flash him a small smile and stand up. “I’ll make you some pancakes.”

You make your way around the counter when Bucky says your name, causing you to turn to him.

“How about we go to IHop?”


You watch as Bucky shoves a forkful of pancakes in his mouth while you took small sips of the hot chocolate in your hand. Bucky looks at you and smiles and you do the same before clearing your throat and speaking.

“We need to talk.”

He was hoping there wasn’t going to be a talk. Bucky quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and drank his apple juice.

“Uh… right, yeah.” he cleared his throat. “About last night-”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“Ripping the bandage off, huh?” he chuckled. You folded your arms across your chest and he licked his lips. “Okay, okay. Sorry. Just trying to lighten the mood.”

“Why did you kiss me?” you repeat.

Bucky exhaled. “I didn’t mean to. I had too much to drink and it was in the heat of the moment.”

“So it wasn’t on purpose?”

Bucky shook his head. “No.”

You wished he had said yes. Even though you knew it was fucked up, you wished he said yes.

“Can we just… forget that ever happened?” he pulled you back to reality. “I just… it was a mistake. I would’ve never done it sober, I wouldn’t hurt Kristen like that I-”

“It’s forgotten.” you cut him off. You weren’t going to sit there and listen to him tell you that it was a mistake – that you were a mistake and how he would never hurt Kristen and Kristen this and Kristen that and Kristen, Kristen, Kristen. “Don’t worry. I know how much you like Kristen, my lips are sealed.”

Bucky smiled. “Thank you so much, Y/N.”

“Yeah…” you return the smile although it didn’t reach your eyes. “No problem.”


Christmas break soon came to an end which meant going back to the campus, in the warmth of your apartment. Upon getting home, Wanda and Natasha bombarded you with questions and Natasha didn’t fail to remind you that you had to tell Bucky how you feel otherwise she’d take matters into her owns hands.

It had been two days since you got back and you were on your way home from the campus when Bucky caught up to you in the hallway.

“Hey, wait up.” he grunted out. You stop walking and turn around, seeing Bucky jog over to you.

“Hey sorry, I didn’t hear you.” you apologize.

“It’s cool.” he shrugged as the two of you start walking again. “It’s good to be back.”

“Right? I didn’t know how much I missed the apartment until I got home.” you chuckle.

“Yeah, I stayed in bed for the rest of the day.” he says. “I saw Kristen yesterday and gosh. I missed her so much. I spent the entire day clinging to her. She’s just so… so… perfect.” you look up at him, seeing a big smile on his face and frown. Natasha’s words echo through your head.

You can’t keep your feelings all bottled up.

Stop hurting yourself like this.

You need to tell him how you feel.

“Bucky,” your mouth spews out before your brain could even process what was about to happen.

The two of you had reached your apartment door and stopped walking.

“Yeah?” he turned to you.

It was now or never. You had to do it, you just had to. You couldn’t keep everything bottled up anymore. You were just hurting yourself more and he deserved to know. Sure nothing may happen when you do and sure you may be putting your friendship on the line but little by little it was hurting you to be around Bucky.

“We need to talk. About everything.”

Bucky’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “What do you mean?”

You let out a frustrated sigh. “I mean everything. The times you’ve almost kissed me, the time we actually kissed, everything.”

Bucky leaned in close. “I thought we said we were gonna forget that ever happened.”

“Well I don’t want to. Not anymore. We’ve just brushed everything aside and never really talked about anything.”

“Y/N.” he closed his eyes. “Please, let’s not do this. Let’s just forget about-”

“No! We’re not gonna forget about anything until we talk.” you fold your arms across your chest.

“Fine! Fine, let’s talk.” he copies your body movement before gesturing for you to speak.

“Tony’s New Year’s party. Why did you kiss me?” he opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off. “-and don’t give me that ‘I had a lot to drink’ bullshit cause we both know you didn’t drink more than three drinks and you need way more to get drunk.”

Bucky sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know okay. I don’t have a reason for why I kissed you, it just happened. I saw everyone kissing someone and… I don’t know, I saw you and you looked really beautiful and I couldn’t help myself.”

You watch Bucky tuck his hair behind his ears. You didn’t know what to make out of this. Was there a possibility that he liked you? Or was he just like ‘hey, everyone else is kissing so why not’. Your silence made Bucky continue.

“And all those other times I’ve tried kissing you, it was just… you’re really pretty Y/N. There’s no denying that. The first time, when we were laying on your bed I took my time looking at you and I just had the urge to kiss you and I thought you wanted to kiss me too but then you got up and left the room. The second time was Christmas and… I just wanted to kiss you so bad. I don’t even know why. But then Kristen called and I was brought back to reality.”

When you hear Kristen’s name fall from his lips, you take a step back, colliding with your apartment door to put some space between you and Bucky but he takes a step forward. He had to like you, right? He’s talking about how much he wanted to kiss you and his body language right now makes you think that he wants to do it again. You see his eyes flicker down to your lips and he bites down on his bottom lip. He likes you. He’s making it very clear that he likes you. Now was the time. You were going to tell him how you felt.

You smile. “Bucky I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since we were sixteen and I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to tell you. But, I’m in love with you. Nat kept telling me to tell you but I never did. I guess I was scared of rejection and what would happen to our friendship but it’s beginning to get harder and harder to be around you, especially when all you do is talk about Kristen.” you study his facial expression for a few seconds before continuing. “Don’t get me wrong, Kristen is a really nice girl, Bucky and maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut about my feelings for you but I can’t go on living my life based on the what-if’s. I’m standing here in front of you, telling you that I’m madly in love with you, risking everything in hopes you feel the same way.”

You didn’t realize your eyes were filled with tears until they fell down your cheeks. “So do you?”

A few seconds passed before Bucky starts laughing, catching you completely off guard. “That was some good acting, Y/N. I didn’t know you were taking theater.”

He thought you were acting. He wasn’t taking any of this seriously.

“I’m not acting, Bucky. I’m being serious. You can ask any of our friends. They all know that I have feelings for you.” you wipe your tears away.

The smile that was on Bucky’s face from laughing slowly disappears. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’m in love with you, Bucky! Since we were sixteen! I want to be the one you hold hands with and the one you kiss. I want to go on dates with you and call you mine. I want to do cute things that couples do. I just want to be with you. You make me happy.” you reach up and place your hand on his arm softly. “Please tell me you feel the same way.”

The two of you stare at each other and it looks like he’s going to kiss you until he scowls at you and yanks his arm out of your grasp as he takes a step away from you. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he snapped and you gasp, hearing the hostility in his voice. “Why would you tell me all this when you know I’m in a relationship with Kristen? You know how much I like her, why would you – what did you think was going to happen? That I was going to be like ‘oh I love you too’ and drop Kristen to be with you?”

You start crying again but this doesn’t stop Bucky.

“I don’t know why the hell you’d tell me this now. You had five years to do it and you wait till I’m in a relationship with a girl that I really like to tell me. I was happy, Y/N. And then you go and throw this shit on me and-” he stops speaking and just sighs.

“Bucky,” you whimper. “I’m sorry, I know what it looks like but I promise you my intentions were to only tell you how I felt. I couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore.” he doesn’t look at you and you touch his arm only to have him move. “Bucky please. Let’s just talk, don’t-”

“I can’t do this with you, Y/N.” he says, stepping back.

“Buck.” you sob.

He looks at you, heart clenching at the sight of you crying and guilt filling him. But he doesn’t move from his spot. He opens his mouth to say something when the elevator dings. Bucky turns his head to see who’s there while you cover your face with your hands, crying.

Kristen. It was Kristen who got off the elevator. She sees you crying and a look of concern washed over her face. “Is everything okay?”

You remove your hands and look at Bucky. The handsome brunette turns and looks at you before nodding. “Everything’s fine. Let’s go.”

You watch him walk over to Kristen, placing his hand on the small of her back as he guided her into his apartment. He glances at you once more before shutting his door.

You let out a loud sob, being unable to contain it before you rush into your apartment. You lock your door and throw yourself on your bed, drowning your cries and sobs and tears into your pillow.


A/N: This took me 5ever to write. I hope ya guys enjoyed this part, tell me what ya think!

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Would You Be So Kind - Peter Parker


Your name: submit What is this?


“Y/N, where do you even go?” Peter asked me as I quickly packed my things into my bag. I shrugged at the boy in response to his question.

“You have your Stark Internship, Spidey, and I have super secret missions of my own,” I answered, purposefully being vague as I put my bag around my shoulder.

“You mind telling me what it is?” He asked, chuckling.

“Nope,” I answered nonchalantly. “See you tomorrow, Peter.” I began to walk out of the classroom when I heard him shout.

“This is so not fair!” I chuckled at his reply, but I continued walking.

I took my guitar out of its hard case and took my usual seat on the stool on the stage. Here I was in a very small and quaint coffee shop that not a lot of people knew about, sitting in front of a microphone.

I performed here thrice a week, basically using the money for books and school supplies since my mum never got them for me when I needed them. I tested the mic and the amplifier of my guitar quickly before beginning to perform.

“Hey guys. If you’re new, I’m Y/N. I perform here every so often, and… yeah… I guess that’s all I have to say. Tips are much appreciated; there’s a jar off the stage to your left, but you know, tips in general, constructive criticism and such are also greatly appreciated,” I smiled. “So, the first song I’m going to sing is called Falling in Love in a Coffee Shop.

I sang like I normally did and allowed myself to get lost in the music and not too wrapped up in the fact that I was singing in front of a crowd. My eyes, I admit, were closed for much of the song or I was looking down, or I wasn’t paying attention to the audience all that much.

I couldn’t help but think about a certain person who wasn’t in this coffee shop that I was singing about. The only reason I knew about this coffee shop was because of all of Peter and I’s midnight conversations. This was the closest coffee shop to my apartment. I think Peter and I’s conversations were one of the things that kept making me come back.


“Where do you keep getting this coffee? I’ve been to every coffee shop in Queens, but I still don’t know where you find this one,” he chuckled, taking a sip as I dressed a wound on his back.

“Clearly, you haven’t gone to every coffee shop in Queens,” I commented with a giggle of my own.

“Seriously though, where do you get it? It’s delicious,” he told me, “It’s my favourite coffee. And it actually keeps me up, too.”

“Well, I’ll never tell you, so you’re just going to have to keep coming back to me if you want coffee,” I chuckled, looking at him when I finished dressing his wound.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”


“I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much,” I sang. “All of the while, I never knew… All of the while, all of the while, it was you,” I sang, finishing the song with one last song. I opened my eyes at the sound of applause. I began to blush and grin and I scanned the crowd.

I felt my heart stop when my eyes locked on a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring into mine with a look of surprise and amazement. My mouth had gone dry and I cleared my throat beginning to speak, looking away from him. “Thank you. Now, I need to have a bit of water and I’ll be right back.”

I stood up, putting my guitar on a stand. I walked quickly to the barista and asked for a bottle of water, my fingers playing with each other nervously as I prayed Peter wouldn’t come and talk to me.

“In all of the months I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you this nervous, Y/N,” said the kind, old Barista. “You’d think a bomb was about to go off just by how stressed you are. You alright?”

I bit my lip and leaned closer to him. “You know that guy? The one that I buy coffees for?”

“Midnight coffees guy? Yeah!” He exclaimed.

I widened my eyes and shushed him. “Please be quiet; he’s the brunet one, brown eyes. The one that was looking at me all shocked.”

Keith, the Barista, just gave me a look. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, sweetheart, but there were a lot of brunet, brown-eyed boys looking at you all shocked.”

“Th-”

“Y/N?” Peter called.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip, silently cursing the heavens as I faked a smile and turned around. “Hey, Peter! What are you doing here?”

Oh,” Keith commented.

“I… Well, I think I fi-figured out where you get the-the midnight coffee,” Peter stuttered.

“Well, seeing as you’re here, you have,” I chuckled. Keith gave me a water bottle and I smiled at him. I took the bottle in my hands.

“So,” Keith cleared his throat, “Who was that song about?” He asked. I turned to glare at him. He put his hands up in surrender.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, my voice strained. “I never said it was about anybody.”

“Well, your songs are always about somebody,” he replied.

Let me explain what was going on here. See, Keith has shipped Peter and I ever since the third time I bought coffee at midnight. He’s been constantly trying to get me to confess. To tell you the truth, I’ve tried several times and I’ve screwed each attempt up.


“Peter, I need to tell you something urgent,” I told him bravely in the halls.

Peter, confused at my sudden outburst, turned to look at me, eyebrows furrowed. “What?” he asked.

I bit my lip and clenched my fists so hard that I was sure I was leaving wounds on the palms of my hands from my nails, which weren’t even that long. “I like… I like… I like tacos!” I told him.

“What?” He asked after a silence. He raised his eyebrow at me and smiled a little.

“I like tacos. And cheeseburgers. You know, as one meal. Like, you get the insides of the cheeseburgers… and put it into the taco… like… I love it,” I began choking up a bit, both from frustration at myself and embarrassment. “I love it so much,” I lied.

“Okay, Y/N,” he laughed. “I have to get to class now, okay? See you later.”


“Peter, you know what a ship is, right?” I asked.

Peter gasped at me, putting his hand on his chest and feigned offence. “Do you even have to ask?”

I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Well, okay. I was just checking. ‘Cause I ship two people, and I wanted you to know.”

“You ship a lot of people, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know, but this pairing’s in real life!” I laughed, nudging him.

“Okay, then who is it?” He asked.

I bit my lip a little before opening my mouth to speak, but the words I wanted to say didn’t come out and instead what came out was, “Tony and Steve. The ultimate bromance.”

“What?!” He exclaimed.

“Yep,” I said, a bit bitterly. “Fantastic. Yep. Totally.”

“Tony would freak out if he knew.”

“I trust you with my life. Literally. If you told him, I’m pretty sure he’d kill me. Do me a favour: incase he finds out, I want to be cremated. Keep my books, too, would you? Don’t damage my babies. Keep them in good condition. They deserve to be read…”


“My songs aren’t always about people, Keith. What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to sound incredulous.

“So it wasn’t about that guy you have a crush on?” He asked.

“What guy?” Peter asked. I looked at Peter, then at Keith.

“There’s this guy who she just cannot shut up about. She buys him coffee all the time. Seriously, it’s both adorable and incredibly frustrating. She can’t seem to tell him about her feelings,” Keith continued.

I put my hand on my head, feeling a migraine coming on. “Please just stop talking,” I begged.

“She thinks he’s too good for her, could you believe it? If anybody’s too good for her, they’re probably too good to be true,” Keith chuckled.

I looked up at the ceiling. “Please kill me. Let the light fall on me or let there be poison in my water. Please kill me,” I pleaded.

“That’s crazy,” Peter said after a moment. “Y/N, you’re a great person. Whoever it is, they’d be incredibly lucky to have you.”

“Open a pit beneath my feet and let it eat me, I don’t care just kill me,” I whispered.

“So, who is it?” Peter asked, either ignoring my pleas or not hearing them altogether.

“Funny you should ask,” Keith commented.

I slammed my hands on the desk, surprising myself and I looked at Keith. “Do you want to tell him?” I asked.

Keith’s face lit up like he was a child on Christmas morning. “Can I?”

I put my hands up in exasperation. “You know what, I’ve tried too many times. Far too many. More than I’d like to admit, so you know, you can do it. I’m seemingly unable to,” I chuckled. “I’m gonna go and perform and you can tell him,” I took a swig of my water and walked back to the stage, leaving Peter confused.

“Hey guys. Let’s start with the next song. This one’s called… This one’s called Would You Be So Kind. I found it on Youtube while I was studying. It’s by Dodie Clark, and I think it’s really cute, but I don’t think I’m gonna think that in a few minutes, so I’m gonna sing it while it’s still cute. I hope you like it.” I took my guitar and began to sing the song.

“I have a question; it might seem strange,” I began, “How are your lungs? Are they in pain?” I kept singing the song, trying to get lost in the music, but I couldn’t help but feel nervous. My eyes locked on the scene unfolding in front of me with Peter and Keith. I could see Keith whispering while Peter’s eyes were locked on me.

“'Cause mine are aching… think I know why. I kinda like it, though. You wanna try?” I smiled before continuing, “Oh, would you be so kind as to fall in love with me? You see, I’m trying. I know you know that I like you, but that’s not enough, so if you will please fall in love. I think it’s only fair - There’s gotta be some butterflies somewhere, wanna share? ‘Cause I like you, but that’s not enough. So if you will, please fall in love with me,” I sang, now finally getting lost in the words because I understood them well enough. I was in that situation right now.

“Let’s write a story. Be in my book. You’ve got to join me on my page… At least take a look,” I pleaded as I sang, “Oh, where are your manners? You need some time? Let’s swap chests today; that might help you decide.”

“Oh, would you be so kind as to fall in love with me? You see, I’m trying. I know you know that I like you, but that’s not enough, so if you will please fall in love. I think it’s only fair - There’s gotta be some butterflies somewhere, wanna share? 'Cause I like you, but that’s not enough. So if you will, please fall in love with me.”

I surprised myself, and him too, when I began to cry. “Oh, do me a favour, can your heart rate rise a little? Do me a favour, can your heart rate rise a little?”

“Oh, would you be so kind as to fall in love with me? You see, I’m trying. I know you know that I like you, but that’s not enough, so if you will please fall in love. I think it’s only fair - There’s gotta be some butterflies somewhere, wanna share? 'Cause I like you, but that’s not enough. So if you will, please fall in love with me,” I ended with a final strum, my gaze not leaving Peter’s. I cleared my throat again, looking down as I wiped my tears.

“I think I’m gonna stop for the day. Thank you for listening,” I looked at the other audience members. I quickly packed my things and waved at Keith, who waved back before I left.

I walked quickly, navigating the streets of Queens as I arrived back at my flat. I walked in, putting my guitar on case on the floor as more tears spilled from my eyes. Peter knew; he had to. He just… he didn’t like me that.

That’s okay. That was okay. It was okay for him not to like me. That’s fine. It was fine. I was going to be fine. Peter could fall in love with whoever the hell he wanted to fall in love with-

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door. I wiped more of my tears and opened the door to find Peter standing in my hallway, two cups of coffee in his hands. I bit my lip, letting him in silently. He walked in and put the coffee on my desk.

“Okay. I know. I screwed up and I’m a coward, I know. I get it. I’m a complete idiot and I know that you’re Spiderman and that, you know, you have better things to do than girls-” I paused, “Not that I’m insinuating that you should do girls, I mean- agh, why is this so hard?” I shook my head as I rambled on and on about phrasing and words and how I struggled with them. My eyes couldn’t seem to settle on Peter.

“Anyways, the point is: I know I screwed up by liking you, and I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you or that Keith did or that I even ended up liking you and complicating things for you. So, here’s the deal: I know you don’t like me, so I’ll help make this a little less awkward for you by telling you that it’s okay; it’s fine. You don’t have to say it; I know. Okay? Good? Is that out of the way?” I asked, finally looking at him.

Upon looking at him, I saw that he was smiling at me. “What?” I asked, “Why are you smiling?” He walked closer to me. “What… what are you doing?”

He kissed me.

Peter Parker kissed me.

And when he pulled away I said, “Holy crap.”

He laughed. “I really like you. So, could you do me a favour and just accept that?”

“Yeah,” I choked out, beginning to grin, “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

A Two For One Special

Prompt: #17

Pairing: Klaus x reader x Elijah

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: threeway, dp, anal

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Prompts 1

A/N: I found this on tumblr and I’ve seen a lot of other users use stuff like this, so I decided to give it a shot! 

All you have to do is send in a character and a number please!

1. “Come over here and make me.”
2. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”
3. “Please, don’t leave.”
4. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
7. “I almost lost you.”
8. “Wanna bet?”
9. “Don’t you ever do that again!”
10. “Teach me how to play?”
11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
12. “I think we need to talk.”
13. “Kiss me.”
14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
15. “So, I found this waterfall…”
16. “It could be worse.”
17. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
18. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
19. “The paint’s supposed to go where?”
20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
21. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
23. “Just once.”
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
25. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
26. “I got you a present.”
27. “I’m pregnant.”
28. “Marry me?”
29. “I thought you were dead.”
30. “It’s not what it looks like…”
31. “You lied to me.”
32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
33. “Please don’t do this.”
34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
36. “I wish I could hate you.”
37. “Wanna dance?”
38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
39. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
40. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
41. “You did all of this for me?”
42. “I swear it was an accident.”
43. “YOU DID WHAT?!”
44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
45. “Tell me a secret.”
46. “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”
47. “No one needs to know.”
48. “Boo.”
49. “Well this is awkward…”
50. Writer’s preference

  51) “Seriously, now you want to talk?”

  52) “I- I don’t know what to say to that.”

  53) “Well, this motel room is too cold.”

  54) “The water pressure is horrible, see?”

  55) “I don’t understand you.”

  56) “Put my hand where?”

  57) “Hey, I’m going to- oh..”

  58) “Whoa! Buy me dinner first.”

  59) “Watch your hands.”

  60) “100 friggin dollars for a Christmas tree?”

  61) “We need more water balloons.”

  62) “We don’t have enough.”

  63) “You’re reading what?”

  64) “What the Hell is that?”

  65) “It’s so big!”

  66) “Truth or dare?”

  67) “What kind of game is this?”

  68) “No, I’m not a friggin virgin!”

  69) “Do I look like his brother?”

70) “No, actually we’re married.”

  71) “Make out with me.”

  72) “Did you really like it? Like honestly?”

  73) “Ow!! That’s not my arm!!”

  74) “Get you hand off of my……”

  75) “You ate them? I was saving them!”

  76) “Did you bring it?”

  77) “Are you sure? We don’t have to.”

  78) “In the car??”

  79) “A dog?”

  80) “Owwww!!!!”

  81) “Put your hand around my hip.”

  82) “Don’t be shy.”

 83) “Yes, a date.”

  84) “I’m pregnant.”

  85) “Marry me?”

  86) “Cancer?”

  87) “My ass?”

  88) “Seriously, let’s play a game of (spin the bottle, truth . or dare, twister, or whatever game you want.. you pick)”

  89) “Just take it off.”

  90) “Just wrap it around my waist.”

  91) “That’s my (body part)”

  92) “A pink what?”

  93) “How many times have you seen me naked? And now . you’re shy?”

94.      “If you walk out right now, it’s over for us.”

95.      “I need you to forgive me.”

96.      “I love you for you, don’t you dare think otherwise!”

97.      “Come on, let’s throw the dice, see what happens.”

98.      “Is… is that even possible? Like, can we do this?”

99.      “I just need you to do this one thing for me.”

100.      “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”

101.      “Stop! Please, don’t! Take me instead!”

102.      “You should know that the side effects, well, they’re pretty intense.”

103.  “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

104.  “What were you thinking?? Were you trying to get me killed?”

105.  “Let’s face it- we’re cursed.”

106.  “How about we put the gun down and let’s talk about this?”

107.  “Why is it we’re always the unlucky ones?”

108.  “You can’t leave me in the dark. You have to tell me these things.”

109.  “Just pick a damn name, okay?”

110.  “I don’t care what she said, it doesn’t mean jack squat.”

111.  “This relationship used to be all about communication! What ever happened to that?”

112.  “You walked away. Not me.”

113.  “So because he said you should, you thought it would be okay to follow through with it?”

114.  “Don’t force my hand, you won’t like what happens.”

115.  “We’ll finish it the same way we started it…together.”

116.  “If you walk out that door, you’re no longer one of us. You’ll be one of them and that means I’ll treat you like one of them.”

117.  “Game’s over you son of a bitch! Tell me where (s)he is!”

118.   “Hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing!”

119.   “Now you said you’d be here. Where are you?”

120.   “We were supposed to be family.”

121.   “How dare you.”

122.   “You have no idea what I’ve done for you.”

123.   “You need to leave. Right now.”

124.   “Stop taking pictures! I’m fucking stuck. Be useful and help me!!”

125.   “Delete that immediately.”

126.   “But the carnival is right down the street! Can we please, please go!?”

127.   “Stop eating all these burritos. I’ll have to pay the consequences later on tonight!”

128.   “It was him! He stepped on my foot.”

129.   “Sorry, I thought I was alone..”

130.   “Shopping? Do I have to go?”

131.   “Is it supposed to look like that? Are you sure?”

132.   “I swear it was like that when I found it!”

133.   “Crocs? Who hurt you so much in this life?”

134.   “Separate them right now or so help me God, I will kill you!”

135.   “So there was an accident..”

136.   “Give me 5 bucks, I’ll explain later.”

137.   “Twins? We’re…we’re having twins?!”

138.   “BOOM! That oughta how you not to mess with me!”

139.   “Blood. Blood everywhere.”

140.   “IT’S NOT COMING OFF!”

141.   “Asking for a friend.. Do you know how to get a foot out of the toilet?”

142.   “She was crying, right there in the middle of the grocery store.”

143.   “It spilled everywhere. And guess who had to clean it up. That’s right. ME!”

144.   “What do you mean you’re sold out?”

145.   “I’m addicted and I admit that I need help.”

146.   “So? It’s not your problem so butt out.”

147.   “My mom thinks you like me. Tell her she’s wrong.”

148.   “I’m laughing because you’re angry. I swear I didn’t do it!”

149.   “I want to come home.”

150.   “This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.”

151.   “I left everything for this, I left it all…for you!”

152.   “Please don’t leave me.”

153.   “You didn’t tell me it was karaoke night..”

Disclaimer: I did not make any of these someone else did

Peter Quill Imagine

Hii! Can you maybe write a Peter Quill imagine where they’re dating and she’s also from earth (but she goes back like twice a year or something to see her dad), so she makes him a mixtape?


“Are you sure you don’t want to come,” you asked your boyfriend again for the hundredth time. You were going on one of your trips back to Earth to see your Dad, who you only get to see twice a year.

“I’m sure,” he looked down at his feet before looking at you. “I just don’t think I’m ready to go back yet.”

“I understand.” You gave him a long kiss then grabbed your bags. “I love you and I’ll be back in a week.” You went into the smaller pod and turned to wave goodbye to Peter one last night before you pressed the detachment button and went flying into space.

******

You docked back into the ship, grabbed your bags, and opened the pod’s door and as soon as you stepped onto the ship you were greeted by your smiling boyfriend. “There’s my girl,” he wrapped you in a big hug and pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek. “How was your trip? How’s your Dad?”

“It was good. He was great. Asked me a lot of questions about you.”

“I’m a great guy, who wouldn’t want to know about me.”

“That’s true. I mean, you are the one and only Star Lord.” You two walked back to your room and you shuffled through one of your bags. “Hey, I got you some things.”

“What?! It’s like an early Christmas,” he cheered and jumped on to the bed next to your bag.

“Here. Open it.” He unwrapped the small square present to see a clear CD case with ‘Star Lord’s Mix Tape Vol. 1.’ His face lit up.

“You made me a mix tape! Sick.” He flipped it over and read the tracks on the back.

“I thought I’d make you one with the hits from the 90s since you already have the 80s. But,” you reached back into your bag and pulled out something behind your back, “since you have lots of music to catch up on I got you something else.” You handed him the small box and he looked at it confused.

“What is this? Is it another Zoon?”

“That’s an iPod,” you chuckled. “I downloaded tons of songs and playlists other people had made. It’ll take you awhile to get through all of those.”

“There’s like a thousand songs on here,” he gasped.

You leaned down and gave him a quick cheek, “Better get started on it then, Star Lord.”

An Avengers Christmas

A/N: Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Happy Holidays! 💖


Clint has created a chatroom.

Clint has invited Y/N.

Clint: MERRY CHRISTMAS Y/N!

Clint: Are you almost here yet? HURRY!

Y/N: Merry Christmas, Clint. I’m almost to the tower, calm yourself.

Clint: STEP ON THE GAS!

Y/N: You just want me there so you can finally open the gifts, don’t you?

Clint: What? NO! Of course not.

Clint: You’ve been gone FOREVER! We have to spend this day as a family. And open the gifts, together… So hurry.

Y/N: I was gone for 2 days. You can open ONE gift. I won’t tell the others.

Clint: Why couldn’t we send Pietro on the mission, again? Why did you have to go?

Clint: I think I’ll open the gift he got me.

Clint: I can’t believe this.

Y/N: What is it?

Clint: It’s a purple shirt that says OLD MAN.

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"Winter Joy" Ahkmenrah x Reader one shot.

AN. Hello there cuties! First of all, annual time in which I apologies for being so busy. I have so many books to read for college and things to study. But I have decided to spend this weekend preparing a little surprise for all of you. I hope you will enjoy it! Happy holidays everyone!

Short intro: A joyfull time the reader spends with everyone, especially her boyfriend, at the Museum of national history
Fandom: Night at the museum, Rami Malek
Rating: Suitable for all ages
Word count: 1113
Pairing: Ahkmenrah x reader

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“But I was born way back, before this tradition even started. Why are we doing this again –“

“And I was born over a thousand years after it started, let’s just enjoy it. I know most people in this institution won’t understand what Christmas is about, but that is okay. It’s winter, the happiest time of the year, and it’s finally snowing outside. Let’s appreciate it.”  

You tucked a stray of hair behind your ear and continued decorating the biggest Christmas tree you have seen in a really long time. Your boyfriend helped along by passing some of the ornaments out of the box. Most of them didn’t match and were old as the museum itself but nobody cared, the joy is what’s important.

Around seven months ago you started working in this Museum of national history of New York, where you’ve met your really old boyfriend. The relationship you two had was odd, but special. It started off with you innocently helping him wrap the linen sheets around his body before he would go to the state of the dead mummified body. Luckily you have worked with some of the most understanding people in the World that accepted you two constantly looking at each other and snuggling in blankets behind Ahkmenrah’s sarcophagus. But this holiday was meant for every single person, animal and object in this building. From the little tiny people such as Jed and Octavious to the strong and brave ex president of United States Theodore.

“You are pretty much right. I mean all of you have respected me screaming when each summer begins and begging you all to bring me food to offer to the gods…” He said with a little chuckle before holding your waist carefully and helping you come back down from the old wooden staircase. Though it was already three am, everyone else that doesn’t live outside the museum considered this night very young; it was time for everyone that understand English to gather around in the main hall and patiently wait for Larry to turn on the projector, so all of us can watch some festive films.

The young pharaoh and you settled in front of the informational counter and snuggled up in two blankets. And not so long after you had already felt yourself getting extremely sleepy. But no, this was one of the rare nights to spend with your boyfriend because you had a really busy job here.

He noticed, extending the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist to stroke your hair carefully. “I know you work hard and you do a lot when Ra is up, so sleep, you know I don’t mind.” You shook your head stubbornly before leaning your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. “I would really like to stay awake. I want to spend so much time with you. Though we really have a lifetime, we don’t have the time together.” With a sad response you cached Ahk’s hand and laced your fingers with his.

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For several hours later, without even noticing, you took a nap. Thankfully in the winter time the sun comes up a lot later. Or as Ahkmenrah says; Ra gets lazy when it’s cold. You had woken up in the back room slash office of the museum, someone must have brought you here once the movies finished. As you were able to hear some festive music coming from the hallways you guessed everyone was still awake and celebrating – besides you. Once you’ve stretched your arms high to realise the tension in your body, you stood up and took the water bottle from your bag. As you sipped some of the cold liquid to refresh your throat from the heating system in the building, you proceeded to exit the room and enter the main hall.

You then saw your boyfriend at the DJ desk, trying to make sense out of the old festive records all of the employees have gathered. Thankfully Larry’s son Nick came to help out. God what would we do without that rebellious disco boy.

“I know you wanted to spend a lot of time with us, but it does get difficult to stay awake doesn’t it?” Your good friend Sacagawea patting your shoulder and then giving you a really warm hug. “Well yeah it does get a bit tough, I want to spend this holiday with everyone, and especially well you know who. But – “ you finished with a low sigh. “Guessing not every Christmas gets to be extremely special.”  

“Hey sweetie, listen to me. Think of it this way, all of are actually together, in the same room. Some people don’t even get to have that. Let’s just enjoy this?”

She had a really good point. Isn’t that was Christmas is about? The joy of giving, being grateful for having someone by your side. “When I look at it that way.” You said and turned your head around to look at your boyfriend. “I wouldn’t wish for anything more.” He noticed and waved at you. Motioning you to join him up stair at the desk. So step by step you made your way towards him, and finally hugging him once you made the final step.

“Have you rested well?” he asked placing his big arms around your waist and placing a small chaste kiss on your forehead.

“I have rested well, it was nice. Though I must admit, I would rather wake up by your side…”

“Now we can arrange that.” He said with a cheeky smile on his face before sending you a wink. Which made Nick turn around so he wouldn’t face us anymore. Looking at his dad down stairs and showing a disgusted face.

You giggled before placing your hand on his cheek, gently caressing it. “I am so happy I get to spend this Christmas with you. And it’s so silly it took me so long that everything I wanted this year, I already have.”

“Now let me just say… that without my people developing calendars you wouldn’t know when to celebrate the birth of Christ so, I had this under my sleeve long time ago.” This made you chuckle then hit his shoulder playfully. “You cheeky man. Maybe that is true, all of the things that had happened in the world, had brought us to this moment.”

“And if my knowledge of this holiday is correct. When someone is under mistletoe they are supposed to kiss… there is one above us right now.”

The pharaoh smiled once you nodded in response and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Making others turn around and look at us since he had forgotten to switch records.

Hey! So I haven’t done this before, but I’m trying it out. I’ve seen some amazing stories on here. I wanted to add one of my own. My mom got me a book of writing prompts from Christmas. This one really stood out to me and the musical episode inspired this. Please let me know what you think!!!!

Characters: Barry Allen and Iris West (WestAllen)

Rated: IDK (mentions of sex but nothing explicit)

Words:1175

Prompt: You’re asked by the love of your life to define what love means to you.

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Barry and Iris lay in their bed, curled together. They’d been celebrating their re-engagement. Both are covered in sweat, out of breath, and completely drained. It’s amazing. Iris lazily traces patterns on his chest as he strokes her hair. A lot’s happened in the past 3 years. She’d told him that before he sang to her. Man does she love that song. As they lay in their bed, she feels his chest vibrating as he hums.

How is it they got here? This question rings through her head. Four years ago, Barry had been her best friend and only that. The only guy, aside from her dad, that she could trust completely and without fear. The same goofy, awkward little boy who had only gotten bigger. Then he was struck by lightning. God, watching his heart stop over and over again. Iris nuzzles closer to Barry. She’d cried herself to sleep almost every night those 9 months. Eddie had helped and some part of her would always love him, but Barry meant so much to her then, even if she hadn’t realized it. After he’d woken up, he was different. Suddenly he had the courage to tell her how he felt…

“What are you thinking about?” Barry’s question breaks the comfortable silence. His voice is low and raspy, sending chills down her spine.

“Stuff,” She looks up at him with a small smile.

“What kind of stuff?”

“The first time you said you loved me,” She tells him,” When you told me about your crush.”

“Yeah?” She feels his fingers gently press into the middle of her back. Barry takes in the sight of her. Dark hair tousled from his hands running through it, lips swollen from his own, deep brown eyes meeting his own. How did he get so lucky?” What about it?”

“Do you remember what you told me?” She raises up onto her elbows so she can properly look at him. Damp curls fall into her eyes, but she makes no move to brush them away.

“That I’ve loved you since before I knew what it meant,” he answers, sitting up just a bit.

“What does it mean to you?”

“Huh?”

“If you’ve loved me since before you knew what the word meant, what does it mean to you?”

“You want me to define love?” He clarifies with a soft smile. She nods. Barry thinks for a moment before speaking,” I think it doesn’t mean something so much as it is something. When I think about love, I remember the year we went trick or treating as Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. You called me Barry Potter for two weeks afterwards.”

Iris laughs at the memory, at the silliness of their childhood. She remembers it well since it was the last Halloween before his mother was killed. Barry continues,” I remember you coming down the stairs the night my mom died. When Joe asked why you were still up-”

“I said I was waiting for him to bring you home,” She remembers. She remembers being scared and confused, but still there for him.

“When I think about love, I remember the nights you and I stayed up late talking about anything and everything. How I felt like I could tell you what was bothering me and you would believe me,” He brushes a stray curl from her face, letting his fingers lightly caress her cheek,” I remember the night of the particle accelerator. How close I got to telling you how I felt that night. I remember a moment, just before the lightning hit me, when I was worried about you. If you were ok.”

Iris doesn’t remember a lot about that night after the accelerator exploded. Just crying and screaming and Barry’s body on a table. His hand lingers on her face, ghosting over her skin. She turns pressing soft kisses to the fingertips. She meets his eyes again,” Is that all?”

“Not even close. Love reminds me of when I woke up and my first thought was of you. When I walked into Jitters and you jumping into my arms. I remember saving you that first time. I remember being the Flash and wanting to tell you so badly it hurt. The nights on Jitter’s roof-”

“You flirted with me an awful lot on that rooftop,” She teases.

“You weren’t exactly telling me to stop,” He laughs. Iris loves his laugh. It’s warm and bright and sounds like home.

“So love reminds you of me?” She asks.

“Kind of. It reminds me of times when I didn’t feel… alone. When someone’s there and they make you feel visible and safe and alive. You just happen to do that the most in my life. I like it when it feels like it’s the two of us against the world,” He makes a funny face,” Does that sound weird?”

“No,” Iris smiles,” I think it’s romantic.”

She kisses him. His mouth is soft and warm and familiar. She feels his hand hold the back of her neck, keeping her right where he wanted her. How did she go so long without kissing Barry Allen? When she finally pulls away, she smiles sweetly at him,” I love you, Barry Allen.”

“I love you, Iris West,” He kisses her again, just a small peck on her lips,” Your turn.”

“My turn for what?” Barry raises an eyebrow at her.

“You know I can’t be the only one who says romantic things in this relationship,” He teases. She laughs which ultimately makes him laugh.

“Why not? You drop wedding vows on a weekly basis,” Before she can blink, Barry has her on her back. He smiles down at her, those beautiful green eyes looking at her like she’s the only woman in the multiverse.

“I’m serious. What does love mean to you?”

Iris wraps her arms around his neck,” Love is the feeling I get when everyone I care about comes home safe. It’s the feeling I get when we’re all together and laughing. It’s the feeling I get when my dad teases us or reminds us that one day we’ll have kids and karma’s a bitch. It’s the feeling I get when Wally is telling me about your latest race and how close he is to beating you. It’s the feeling I get when you, Cisco, and Caitlin are arguing about something nerdy and I have no idea what you’re talking about. It’s the feeling I get when you tell me you’re going to save me and I believe you,” She plays with the hair at the nape of his neck,” It’s the feeling I get just before you kiss me. When you look at me like I’m a miracle from heaven. That’s what love is to me.”

“I think my version is more romantic,” He tells her with a wink. He kisses her again to muffle her laughter. No matter how anyone defines it, what they share is pure and real.

It’s something neither of them will ever give up on.

The Best Present

Request & Comments: a wonho and jooheon christmas tale of confessions and feels! (sorry, it was a detailed request and i didn’t want to give much away…enjoy!)

Member: Monsta X Jooheon x Y/N x (ft. Wonho)

Type: angst/fluff


I stared at Hoseok with the biggest grin I could manage. The christmas lights radiated from the tree and illuminated our faces as we sat beneath it, lost in conversation and holiday cheer. I thought if I smiled any harder, my cheeks would shatter. This is how Christmas should be. This is how life should be. Things with Wonho were so effortless, so rewarding. I felt completely safe and at ease when we spoke with one another that I never wanted our exchanges to end. 

I looked happily down at the gift he had given me. The makeup brushes I had been eying for weeks, but had never managed to talk myself into buying. He always knew what would bring a smile onto my face. 

“Are you sure they’re the right ones?” Hoseok hummed, tilting his head to catch my eyes. “We can go tomorrow and return them for the correct ones if not.”

“They’re perfect,” I nodded, clutching the package close to my chest. “The right color and all.” 

Hoseok’s smile lit up nearly as bright as the Christmas tree beside us. “Impossible. The perfect thing in this room is you. I can’t believe you got me this bracelet.” 

Hosoek’s hand instinctively touched the bracelet dangling from his wrist. I had found him a thick bracelet with his name carved into the metal. It was the epitome of masculine and chic and matched well with his personality. 

I felt my face grow hot with the embaressment of Hoseok’s compliment and looked back down to my makeup brushes. This evening was so perfect, I could hardly contain my deepest thoughts any longer. 

“Hoseok, I like you,” I breathed before I could talk myself into swallowing the words. “A lot.”

“I like you too, Y/N!” he replied cheerfully. 

I nodded, realizing he wasn’t fully understanding. “No, but I like you…as in…more than a friend.”

“Oh,” Hoseok nodded, his eyes growing large. I waited, my heart in a vice as he echoed the sentiment. “Oh.”

I furrowed my brows as his face fell, a sad smile finding his lips. His face was full of pity as his hand hovered over my knee, trying to decide if he should make contact or not. “Y/N…I’m…I’ve actually just started seeing someone.”

“Oh,” I whispered, biting at my lip and looking away. Of course he had. Why wouldn’t he? I was a fool. “That’s fine. I understand.”

“It’s not that I don’t like you! You’re amazing and-” Hoseok said quickly, trying to regain ground on the slippery slope I had launched. 

“Hoseok,” I said, cutting him off. I shook my head and put on my best award winning smile. “It’s okay. Really, I’m not upset.”

“Really?” Hoseok winced. “You promise?”

“I pinky promise!” I nodded, jabbing at him playfully, even though my insides were on fire. If I had the ability to erase myself from existence, now would be the time to do it. 

“Yah! Y/N!” a cheerful voice appeared from around the corner. “Want me to walk you back to your apartment? It’s getting late and I know you have plans for tomorrow.” 

“Right,” I nodded, looking up to the face of my unknowing savior, Jooheon. “I’ll see you later Hoseok. I’m so glad you liked the bracelet!” 

“Of course! Enjoy the brushes!” Hoseok nodded, looking up happily at the tree as I stood. “Merry Christmas!” 

“Merry Christmas!” I echoed, half as empty. Merry Christmas. 

Jooheon was waiting for me at the door as I slipped on my shoes. He held my jacket, carefully helping me into it once I had my boots secured onto my feet. 

“Have a good Christmas eve?” he smiled, spinning me as my coat slid onto my arms. He gently clasped every button, his eyes never leaving my face. 

“Yeah, something like that,” I nodded absently, my mind still reeling from my exchange with Hoseok. How much more mortifying could that have gone? While I had imagined a relationship blossoming between us for some time, he had the same imaginings, except with a different person. A person who wasn’t me. 

I stayed wrapped in my thoughts as I stumbled down the sidewalks of Seoul, only looking up around the time Jooheon had halted in front of my apartment complex. I nearly ran into him as he paused, waiting patiently for me to emerge from my own mind. 

“This is your place, right?” he smiled, giving me a gentle nudge. 

“Oh, yeah,” I nodded. “My place.”

“Y/N,” he said softly, different from his normal expressive and cheerful tone. He bit his lip as he placed a hand at the top of my arm and gave it a light squeeze. “I uh…I may or may not have heard you and Hoseok hyung talking…”

Great. The situation just got a whole lot worse. 

I barred my teeth, shut my eyes, and took a deep breath. “Oh?”

I tried my hardest to keep the tears from falling down my cheeks, but it was nearly impossible. It was mere seconds before my face was covered in tiny streams, angling across my skin with surprising speed. 

Jooheon wasted no time in wrapping me up in his arms, burying his face deep into my hair. “Shh, it’s alright. Just give yourself time.” 

“It just hurts,” I sobbed. “It hurts so bad.”

“I know how it feels,” he sighed, leaning back to look me in the face. “You’re feelings feel invalidated…and it feels like everything you’ve built up in your head about you and this person’s relationship was meaningless, but it’s not Y/N.”

I opened my eyes, sniffling as I looked to Jooheon. He had always been such a good friend to me. I was incredibly grateful for his existence. 

“Do you want to come upstairs?” I whimpered. “We could watch movies…and eat chocolates…and hide under blankets.”

“That sounds perfect,” he smiled, his eyes disappearing in his cheekbones. 


“Why are you nervous? It’s literally the same thing every year,” Jooheon chuckled, bustling around me with a tray of cookies. “Except that Changkyun put like eighteen pieces of mistletoe up.” 

“There are going to be idols here Heony,” I whispered, attempting a go at one of the cookies, but Jooheon slapped my hand away. 

“Monsta X are idols, why don’t we make you nervous?” he said, winking with a wry smile. 

“Maybe you do,” I said, trying my best alluring voice as I shot Jooheon another wink. 

“Bullshit,” Jooheon gasped. “If I made you nervous, you definitely wouldn’t be doing skin packs in your pajamas when I come over.”

“Because you always want to do the skin packs with me,” I giggled, hitting my best friend in the hip with my own. 

“My point exactly,” he laughed, rolling his eyes. 

“Hey! Y/N!” Hoseok’s surprised voice carried into the kitchen. “I didn’t hear you come in, have you been here all this time without saying hello to your favorite oppa?”

“Pfft, like you’re the favorite,” I grinned. Jooheon rolled his eyes and gave me a slight scowl. 

“You can lie however you want, but I know the truth and that’s what matters,” Hoseok laughed. “But hey, can I talk to you for a second?”

Before the question even left his mouth, Jooheon was looking at me warily. Hoseok and I hadn’t spent much time together outside of the group since last Christmas when my confession to him went about as well as a plane crash. Admittedly our hangouts had picked up since he had broken up with whoever he was seeing last year, but things were yet to return to the easy and comfortable flow they had been previously. Jooheon had been there for the past year, nursing my heartbreak and guiding me to heal. I was much closer with him now, and he was very much against the idea of my feelings growing for Hoseok again. It’s not that he wouldn’t pick up my pieces, but didn’t want to see me fall apart in the first place. 

“Sure,” I nodded after a pause that was long enough to be notable. Jooheon let out an exasperated sigh and nearly stomped his foot as I exited the kitchen. I shot him a look over my shoulder as I followed Hoseok, only to receive a very perturbed Jooheon sticking his tongue out at me in response. 

“What’s up, oppa?” I asked, tilting my head as he stopped in front of the Christmas tree, eerily close to where we had sat last year. 

“Last year…do you remember what happened here?” he asked slowly, eying me carefully. 

So he had chosen this spot on purpose. 

“Of course I do,” I chuckled nervously. It was one of the most horrifying moments of my young adult life. 

“Then you’ll also remember…that I had terrible timing,” Hoseok sighed, looking away from me. “I had just started seeing someone…and Jooheon had just told me about how he felt and-”

“Wait,” I interrupted, furrowing my brows in confusion. “Rewind.”

“I had just started seeing someone?”

“Fast forward.”

“Jooheon had told me about how he felt?”

“Now this can go one of two ways,” I said cautiously. “He told you how he felt about you or…”

“You,” Hoseok chuckled. “I would hope he didn’t confess to me. No, he had told me how he felt about you. I couldn’t rightfully date a girl that my friend was in love with.” 

I blinked, uncomfortable with the new information provided to me. I looked over to the kitchen to see Jooheon staring at us, his eyes even smaller than usual as he squinted with his poor eyesight. I knew he couldn’t hear us, but was probably trying his hardest to become a lip reader. 

“You guys have been hanging out a lot since then. I assumed you talked through how he felt?” Hoseok said slowly. “That’s why…why I wanted to talk to you today. About how I feel.”

No, Jooheon and I had discussed nothing, but the mention of it felt like a slap to the face. When Jooheon had walked me home that night, he said he knew the heartbreak of unreciprocated love. He knew it because of me. 

“I think I like you, Y/N,” Hoseok said hopefully. “And I think I finally have my timing right.”

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. I shook it even harder as I realized I had verbalized the statement and looked up at Hoseok, trying to shake myself out of my stupor. “I mean, I don’t think it’s quite the right time now either.”

“Oh…” Hoseok sighed, looking down. 

“I’m…I’m sorry,” I said quietly, giving Hoseok the same sad smile he had once given me. “But I think I’m in love with someone else.”

“Have you told him?” Hoseok asked. “Is there anything I can try to do to convince you otherwise?”

“Afraid not,” I hummed. “But I’m more than willing to continue our weird friendship of missed opportunities and awkwardness.”

“I’ll take it,” Hoseok nodded. “Maybe someday I’ll get this whole timing thing right…but you should probably go tell him. I think he’s waited long enough…don’t you?”

My head snapped up as Hoseok set me with a knowing look. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his handsome lips as he gave a casual nod toward Jooheon. “Go.”

I nodded, a grin spreading onto my lips as well. I quickly moved back toward the kitchen, a new pep in my step that only could be described as sudden realization. 

“What did he say?” Jooheon groaned. “You look too happy.”

I smiled, refusing to speak as I approached him. I took a deep breath, counting mentally to build myself up for what I was about to do. I stood on my tip toes, now directly in front of Jooheon, and placed my lips softly against his. Jooheon’s body froze, becoming rigid beneath my touch as my hands found his shoulders. After a few moments, he melted beneath my fingers, allowing himself to wrap a hesitant arm around my waist and deepen the kiss, only breaking it when the confusion got to be too much. 

“Sorry it took so long,” I whispered, setting my forehead against his chest. He placed an absent minded kiss in my hair and giggled. 

“Why now?” Jooheon said quietly, kissing my hair again. 

“Well…” I sighed, leaning back to look him in the face. “I forgot to get you a gift last year…so I figured the one this year should be something really special.”

“Mmm,” he nodded, a wide grin on his face. “Best Christmas present ever.” 

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The smell of cookies (most likely blue ones) wafts throughout the Jackson apartment and out to the small terrace where you stand alone in the frigid air. The sound of the rest of the seven, Grover, and Juniper talking in the living room reaches your ears, making you smile. It’s the first year the small apartment has been so full for Christmas.

After Percy and you got together after the Titan war, the guest list for Christmas has only grown. But, even so, this is the first year you’ve attended. For many reasons.

“Hey.”

You look over from where you lean against the railing to see Percy leaning next to you, sea green eyes twinkling at you in the dark. “Hey.”

He looks out at the city. “My mom and Paul are almost done with dinner.”

“I’ll be in in a minute.”

Percy looks back at you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Piper said you’ve been out here for awhile now. Is this about what I think it is?”

Sighing, you feel tears prick at your eyes as you lean further into his side. “I miss him so much.”

“I know you do.” He nuzzles your hair and laces your fingers together. “But you know he wouldn’t want you to be sad on Christmas, right?”

You nod slowly. “Yes, but–”

“But what?” He turns you so you’re facing him and his arms are around your waist. “I know it’s hard celebrating without loved ones. I did it without a dad for years. But your grandpa wouldn’t want you to be sad, he’d want you to have the best Christmas ever.”

Smiling, you nod and look up at your very tall boyfriend. “Okay.”

He grins that crooked grin of his, and you giggle, kissing him softly. “Let’s go eat, kelphead.”

Merry Merry - Stranger Things Fanfic

Christmas Eve - 1984

El had never celebrated Christmas before, the boys knew this. They didn’t really have to ask - her confused gaze and questioning eyes when they mentioned the name Santa Claus kind of gave it away.

So after explaining the concept of Christmas, and presents and family, maybe even snow if it’s cold enough, El couldn’t wait for Christmas.

After all, it would be her first - and it would be with the people she cared about most.

The whole idea of presents was what encaptured El. And not receiving them - giving them. She liked the sound of people being happy to receive them and remembered the only times she felt happy in the lab were when Papa gave her a present. She wanted people to feel what she felt in those rare moments.

So when Christmas Eve came, and all six kids and their families met at the Wheeler household, El couldn’t contain her excitement, gripping the bag with her friends’ presents even tighter. Hopper looked down at the young girl he was proud to now call his own and smiled adoringly.

“Max and the boys are downstairs, go right ahead.” Karen smiled warmly as El hugged Hopper before rushing towards the basement stairs, almost tumbling down.

“Don’t break anything!” She heard Hopper yell after her. She found it funny when he went into dad mode - it was so rare for him.

Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, El halted in her tracks.

It was breath taking - the bright lights, the colourful streamers, the intricate wreathes. It was beautiful. She’d never seen anything like it!

As soon as she hit the last step, all heads in the room turned in her direction.

“Hey El!” A chorus of voices hit her ears as she made her way over. They were all playing what looked to be a card game.

“Hi,” she blushed, still never warming to the idea of all the attention being on her.

All the boys and Max scrambled to their feet, each coming to give El a big, warm Christmas hug - exactly what she needed during the cold, winter nights.

After receiving the last bear hug from Dustin, El shuffled back so she was standing before all five of her friends.

Slowly and delicately, she raised the bag with all her presents.

“Merry Christmas,” she murmured, her cheeks tinting crimson.

Max was the first to grab the bag, eager to unfold the pink tissue paper concealing the gifts inside.

“Max, don’t snatch.” Will chided, ever the parental figure of the group.

“Sorry…” Max mumbled. El giggled and just shrugged.

Max reached into the large bag, fumbling around until she found a small box enveloped in a large layer of pink tissue with her name scribbled on it.

Max shook it slightly before ripping through the paper, uncovering the box beneath. She turned the box over in her hands before shaking it once more - only a light rattle sounding out.

Eagerly, Max ripped it open to uncover a purple (because it’s not as girly as pink but still stylish) friendship bracelet. In the middle, there was a silver bead with the letter ’M’ printed on it.

El held up her own purple bracelet, only her’s had the letter ‘E.’

“So we match,” She said.

Max smiled adoringly down at the bracelet before giving El yet another hug, murmuring it was the best present she could’ve received.

El smiled before turning to Lucas who was already undoing the tissue paper on his present.

After fumbling with the wrapping for a minute longer, Lucas managed to uncover what was inside - a red camo bandana.

Which conveniently went perfectly with his red Christmas sweater.

“It’s awesome! Thanks so much, El.” Lucas stepped forward to give El a large hug before stepping back and tying it around his head.

“You’re welcome.”

When the kids had turned to the next person, they weren’t at all surprised to find the wrapping paper already on the floor and the present laying delicately in the recipients’ hands.

Low and behold there was a ‘Lando Calrissian’ figurine resting gently on Dustin’s palm. It was a beautiful choice - reminding everyone - well almost everyone - about some of their crazier times together.

“I love it!” Dustin shouted before diving towards El and picking her up like a rag doll.

“Y-you’re welcome, D-Dustin.” El managed to stammer out with limited breath.

“Oh- sorry.” He giggled, placing her down gently before taking his place back between Lucas and Will.

He leant down and picked up the now lighter gift bag, handing it to Will.

Will glanced up at El and gave her a big grin, to which El returned just as sincerely.

Leaning into the bag, Will grabbed the largest of all the presents which had his name scrawled across it in El’s familiar, loopy handwriting.

Delicately removing the tape, he unwrapped the bright pink tissue paper, revealing a large sketchbook and some coloured pencils. Everyone knew of Will’s love for art so they knew how much a present like this would mean to him.

“It’s amazing. Thank you, El.”
Will gushed, looking up at her.

El blushed again and looked down.

“No problem, Will.” She smiled, going forward to give him a quick hug before stepping back.

That left one present in the discarded and slightly crumpled Christmas bag.

“Saved the best for last.” Max teased, picking up the bag and passing it to Mike.

Mike gently took the bag before turning to El.

El refused to meet his gaze and looked down. Out of all the presents in that bag, Mike’s was the only one she was unsure about.

Leaning into the bag, Mike grabbed the flat, rectangular present, coiled tightly in pink tissue paper.

Flipping it over, he removed the tape before slowly undoing the wrapping. After about a minute of nothing but the sound of rumpling and crunching, Mike uncovered the gift.

He almost stopped breathing.

Laying in Mike’s hands was a beautiful silver photo frame, engraved with the word 'promise’ across the top.

And inside the photo slot, was a beautiful candid picture of Mike and El, sitting next to each other, eating eggos and laughing until their guts hurt as they had a picnic in the Wheeler’s backyard. His mum must’ve taken it when they weren’t looking.

It was - perfect. No other word could describe it. She was perfect.

Glancing up, Mike smiled before walking towards El and enclosing her in a loving hug. El wrapped her arms around Mike’s torso, leaning into his warm embrace.

“Thank you, El,” he breathed into her ear, tickling her skin.

“It’s perfect…just like you.” He murmured, pulling back to look her in the eye.

El released a breath, allowing the blood to flow delicately onto her cheeks. She was so relieved and grateful that he liked his gift.

“I-I’m glad you like it.” She mumbled, her cheeks turning even more pink.

“You ready to see your present?” He asked, pulling away from her but keeping a firm grasp on her hand.

“Yes,” she breathed, not able to contain her smile. All the others turned and lead the way out of the basement towards the back door.

Where were they going?

Following after them, Mike and El made their way outside where El stopped in her tracks.

All five of her closest friends were standing there, grinning at her.

A huge smile spread across El’s face.

“Told ya she’d love it.” Dustin giggled, nudging Mike in the arm.

Standing before them was a pink bicycle. El’s very own pink bicycle.

She’d dreamed of owning her own for so long! Not that she didn’t love riding on Mike’s with him of course.

“For me?” She squeaked, still not believing what was really in front of her.

“Yup, all yours!” Lucas piped up.

Will stepped forward, bringing out something from behind his back.

“Just while you get the hang of things,” Will playfully remarked, before presenting a beautiful white helmet decorated with purple, pink and blue flowers.

Taking the helmet in her hand, El looked it over before glancing at the faces of all her friends.

“I-I don’t know wha-what to say.” She stammered, eyes beginning to water.

“You say, Merry Christmas!” Max replied, all the boys following in her words.

El couldn’t believe what amazing friends she had.

“There’s still an hour before dinner, why don’t we go for a ride?” Lucas suggested.

“Yeah, teach El how to ride her own bike for once, hey Wheeler?” Dustin smirked, knowing fully well Mike didn’t want to buy El her own bike.

He’d never admit it to the guys, but he loved it when El wrapped her arms tightly around his waist as they flew through the streets of Hawkins. It’s one of the many things he loved doing with El.

But he knew she’d always wanted her own.

“Uh- yeah.” Mike mumbled, scratching the back of his neck, inadvertently allowing a scarlet red to flood his freckled cheeks.

“Let’s go!” Max yelled, already making her way over to her skateboard.

“Right behind you!” The boys all called, leaving El and Mike standing there.

Turning to El, Mike kept his firm grip on her hand.

“Merry Christmas, El,” Mike smiled, his gaze never once wavering from her own.

“Merry Christmas, Mike,” El smiled, thinking over how grateful she was.

She was so lucky.

Prompts

A/N: I found this on tumblr and I’ve seen a lot of other users use stuff like this, so I decided to give it a shot! They probably won’t be the same size as my other imagines but, I’ll try and make them just as good! Send in a player and a number please!


1. “Come over here and make me.”
2. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”
3. “Please, don’t leave.”
4. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
7. “I almost lost you.”
8. “Wanna bet?”
9. “Don’t you ever do that again!”
10. “Teach me how to play?”
11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
12. “I think we need to talk.”
13. “Kiss me.”
14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
15. “So, I found this waterfall…”
16. “It could be worse.”
17. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
18. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
19. “The paint’s supposed to go where?”
20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
21. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
23. “Just once.”
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
25. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
26. “I got you a present.”
27. “I’m pregnant.”
28. “Marry me?”
29. “I thought you were dead.”
30. “It’s not what it looks like…”
31. “You lied to me.”
32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
33. “Please don’t do this.”
34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
36. “I wish I could hate you.”
37. “Wanna dance?”
38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
39. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
40. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
41. “You did all of this for me?”
42. “I swear it was an accident.”
43. “YOU DID WHAT?!”
44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
45. “Tell me a secret.”
46. “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”
47. “No one needs to know.”
48. “Boo.”
49. “Well this is awkward…”
50. Writer’s preference

   51) “Seriously, now you want to talk?”

   52) “I- I don’t know what to say to that.”

   53) “Well, this motel room is too cold.”

   54) “The water pressure is horrible, see?”

   55) “I don’t understand you.”

   56) “Put my hand where?”

   57) “Hey, I’m going to- oh..”

   58) “Whoa! Buy me dinner first.”

   59) “Watch your hands.”

   60) “100 friggin dollars for a Christmas tree?”

   61) “We need more water balloons.”

   62) “We don’t have enough.”

   63) “You’re reading what?”

   64) “What the Hell is that?”

   65) “It’s so big!”

   66) “Truth or dare?”

   67) “What kind of game is this?”

   68) “No, I’m not a friggin virgin!”

   69) “Do I look like his brother?”

 70) “No, actually we’re married.”

   71) “Make out with me.”

   72) “Did you really like it? Like honestly?”

   73) “Ow!! That’s not my arm!!”

   74) “Get you hand off of my……”

   75) “You ate them? I was saving them!”

   76) “Did you bring it?”

   77) “Are you sure? We don’t have to.”

   78) “In the car??”

   79) “A dog?”

   80) “Owwww!!!!”

   81) “Put your hand around my hip.”

   82) “Don’t be shy.”

  83) “Yes, a date.”

   84) “I’m pregnant.”

   85) “Marry me?”

   86) “Cancer?”

   87) “My ass?”

   88) “Seriously, let’s play a game of (spin the bottle, truth . or dare, twister, or whatever game you want.. you pick)”

   89) “Just take it off.”

   90) “Just wrap it around my waist.”

   91) “That’s my (body part)”

   92) “A pink what?”

   93) “How many times have you seen me naked? And now . you’re shy?”

94.      “If you walk out right now, it’s over for us.”

95.      “I need you to forgive me.”

96.      “I love you for you, don’t you dare think otherwise!”

97.      “Come on, let’s throw the dice, see what happens.”

98.      “Is… is that even possible? Like, can we do this?”

99.      “I just need you to do this one thing for me.”

100.      “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”

101.      “Stop! Please, don’t! Take me instead!”

102.      “You should know that the side effects, well, they’re pretty intense.”

103.  “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

104.  “What were you thinking?? Were you trying to get me killed?”

105.  “Let’s face it- we’re cursed.”

106.  “How about we put the gun down and let’s talk about this?”

107.  “Why is it we’re always the unlucky ones?”

108.  “You can’t leave me in the dark. You have to tell me these things.”

109.  “Just pick a damn name, okay?”

110.  “I don’t care what she said, it doesn’t mean jack squat.”

111.  “This relationship used to be all about communication! What ever happened to that?”

112.  “You walked away. Not me.”

113.  “So because he said you should, you thought it would be okay to follow through with it?”

114.  “Don’t force my hand, you won’t like what happens.”

115.  “We’ll finish it the same way we started it…together.”

116.  “If you walk out that door, you’re no longer one of us. You’ll be one of them and that means I’ll treat you like one of them.”

117.  “Game’s over you son of a bitch! Tell me where (s)he is!”

118.   “Hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing!”

119.   “Now you said you’d be here. Where are you?”

120.   “We were supposed to be family.”

121.   “How dare you.”

122.   “You have no idea what I’ve done for you.”

123.   “You need to leave. Right now.”

124.   “Stop taking pictures! I’m fucking stuck. Be useful and help me!!”

125.   “Delete that immediately.”

126.   “But the carnival is right down the street! Can we please, please go!?”

127.   “Stop eating all these burritos. I’ll have to pay the consequences later on tonight!”

128.   “It was him! He stepped on my foot.”

129.   “Sorry, I thought I was alone..”

130.   “Shopping? Do I have to go?”

131.   “Is it supposed to look like that? Are you sure?”

132.   “I swear it was like that when I found it!”

133.   “Crocs? Who hurt you so much in this life?”

134.   “Separate them right now or so help me God, I will kill you!”

135.   “So there was an accident..”

136.   “Give me 5 bucks, I’ll explain later.”

137.   “Twins? We’re…we’re having twins?!”

138.   “BOOM! That oughta how you not to mess with me!”

139.   “Blood. Blood everywhere.”

140.   “IT’S NOT COMING OFF!”

141.   “Asking for a friend.. Do you know how to get a foot out of the toilet?”

142.   “She was crying, right there in the middle of the grocery store.”

143.   “It spilled everywhere. And guess who had to clean it up. That’s right. ME!”

144.   “What do you mean you’re sold out?”

145.   “I’m addicted and I admit that I need help.”

146.   “So? It’s not your problem so butt out.”

147.   “My mom thinks you like me. Tell her she’s wrong.”

148.   “I’m laughing because you’re angry. I swear I didn’t do it!”

149.   “I want to come home.”

150.   “This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.”

151.   “I left everything for this, I left it all…for you!”

152.   “Please don’t leave me.”

153.   “You didn’t tell me it was karaoke night..”

Disclaimer: I did not make any of these someone else did

Chance

Sooo, it’s July 18 in my country already, and it means that it’s Day 3 of Courtship Week! 

This is Christmas AU, a fic I promised to write for @courtship-hell

Hope you guys will like it =)) Also, boop @zirconshipping

They meet on the threshold, snow-covered and with red cheeks, nuzzling their noses into scarves and wanting to enter the warm house as quickly as possible. Snow has been coming since morning, and who knew that by evening it will not end.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I've seen a lot of discourse about this and I'm genuinely curious for an asexual person's opinion: do you think asexual people don't belong in the LGBT community because they don't experience the same sex attraction or gender dysphoria that would open them up to homophobia and transphobia? Really just want to hear another side of the discussion. Thanks!

Well, just know that I am not the most informed person on these issues.  I am definitely not aware of all the different hardships that various people in the LGBT+ community face.  

Here is what personal experience as shown me:

I went to my company’s LGBT christmas party a few weeks ago(super nervous btw).  I was talking to the few girls that were there and when one who was a lesbian asked me about dating I clarified that I was asexual.  She had no reaction that showed she thought I didn’t belong there.  Instead she brought up how her daughter had considered if she was asexual and we continued talking as normally as before.  

Farther back, at a tech conference I went to a Lesbians Who Tech panel.  At the very end I went of to the founder of Lesbians Who Tech and asked her if there was a point where asexuals might be overstepping their bounds by coming to these events.  She said absolutely not.

In college, the LGBT+ group had a webpage and pdf that gave definitions about all the different orientations.  Asexual and Aromantic were both included as if it was natural.

Here is what I think:

Every letter in the everchanging acronym(LGBT, LGBTQA, LGBTQIA, LGBTQIAP, etc.) involves a different set of experiences, struggles, and issues.  Some are obviously much more dire than others.  I read about a trans person who walked down the street after midnight in fear, because of the cases where men have done terrible things to them because they felt ‘deceived’ about their gender after hitting on them.  Clearly I will never fully understand or have that same fear.

The issues faced are different, but just because an issue is not as bad it does not make it unimportant or nonexistent.  It does not mean we shouldn’t work on fixing it along with the others.

LGBT+ seems to be a community where those who do not fall under the sexuality or gender norm can go to be surrounded by others like that.  Others who unquestionably see you as valid when you say you don’t feel how you are ‘expected’ to.  This community can then be used to meet people, become more educated, raise awareness, and take action to solve issues.  A trans person and a gay person face different issues, but together they have more power and influence for solving both their issues.

Asexuals and aromantics are definitely not straight(half the jokes on this blog are about how we don’t feel the same things that straight people feel).  As long as they are respectful of other’s issues, and understand that they have different issues than those faced by others, I believe it makes logical sense for them to be included.  The inclusion will also allow more conversations to form over sexuality and identity, hopefully furthering human’s understanding of it.

That turned out long, sorry.  I just kind of said what came to me.  Honestly I could right 5 more pages with my thoughts but I’m sure I’ve put you to sleep already ;)

Bobby’s Angel - Part 12 -the Finale

A/n - I just want to thank everybody who has followed this story. This started as a cute idea that seems to have exploded into something bigger. This is the last chapter of the first book. This has been a roller coaster of emotions for me while writing the whole series, and this chapter is no different. I hope I left you all satisfied but wanting more. So again, THANK YOU ALL from the bottom of my heart, for all the love, the messages with angry crying or laughter, and all the comments you have made.

Warnings: Mentions of death.

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