i do love my new room though

ahumanlady  asked:

Hey! This is such a helpful account! :) do you have: A)a new heart wrenching angst? B) pining Viktor? C) college au? I've read most of the ones on your lists...whoops.

I LOVE COLLEGE AUs OMG thank you for this request! (For @ahumanlady: you can find all my angst fic rec lists here!)

Originally posted by nikforovs

College AU

centripetal force by braveten, Explicit, 60k (WIP)
Victor speaks seven languages. (Physics isn’t one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major. LOVE this!

Perfect harmony by BlessTheBeast, Teen, 3.9k
Phichit drags Yuuri along to a party, where Yuuri promptly gets shitfaced and enthusiastically seduces Viktor, then dies of embarrassment, which seems to be inevitable in any universe these two idiots end up in. I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC

Russian for Dummies by cutthroatpixie, Gen, 2.4k
“Are you a beginner?” Viktor was not a beginner. Viktor was the TA supposedly in charge of this study session. Viktor spoke Russian. Viktor was Russian. “Sure!” OMG SO CUTE

Essays and Endearments by kaizuka, Teen, 13k
A guide to romance by Katsuki Yuuri: pine after your nameless classmate for almost the entirety of one semester. Do not make eye contact, ever. Go to class, and if the stars align, it will be cancelled, and your crush will be waiting to endure your awkward attempt at small talk. THIS IS SO GOOD! Must read!

Slavonic Studies by thepossessedfangirl, Explicit, 9.4k (WIP)
Yuuri sleeps with a hot stranger the night before university begins but surprise, surprise. JUST READ THIS YOU CAN THANK ME LATER

It Doesn’t Have to be a Lie by Recesskup, Not Rated, 54k (WIP)
The pretend relationship AU where Yuuri is a shy Dance Major and Viktor is the attractive, outgoing Art/Photography Major and Phichit is the worst wingman ever. This is great!!

Kiss Me and Tell Me That I’ll See You Again by probablytooobsessedwithfiction, Teen, 19k (WIP)
When Yuuri is dragged to a party by his best friend Yuko, he doesn’t want to be there- that is until he finds himself making out with someone. The only problem is that he has no idea who he’s kissing. SLOW BURN BUT SO GOOD

Thoughtfulness at the Drama Club by MattLightwood (TanyaHarries), Gen, 2.1k
Viktor is in his last year of college and as a president of the drama club when his secretary resigns. With this place vacant, the club finds itself in big trouble until Phichit appears one day with someone that could save them… and steal Viktor’s heart. Thumbs up!

Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud, Explicit, 26k
College AU where ex boyfriends Yuuri and Victor can’t stay away from each other. LOTS of mutual pining, arguments, miscommunication, and, of course, angst. Thumbs up!

Yes, Professor? by AwkwardPotatoChild, Teen, 15k (WIP)
“Good morning! I’m Professor Viktor Nikiforov! I look forward to being with you all this semester.” Dammit! No one told me he had an accent too! And to think this was all started because I wanted some pudding! So cute!

Have You Heard? by QueenofFennoscandia, Teen,  4.7k
According to rumors, Viktor Nikiforov had been seen crying in the E building’s staircase. No one really seemed to know what was the reason, but everyone were terribly curious about it. Bonus long-haired Victor!

I will break the ice of your heart by Madlymiho, Explicit, 26k (WIP)
Yuuri is a talented but very shy student who enters in a new university for his last year. There, he meets a coldhearted and strict philosophy teacher: Viktor Nikiforov. Despite their differences, the two of them start to get closer… Thumbs up!

A Skating Scholarship by Viktorsfeet, Teen, 35k
After turning 17 and being offered a scholarship in Detroit, Yuuri packs his bags and moves across the world to pursue his skating. He can’t help but find the second-year student Viktor Nikiforov fascinating and his roommate helps him to find out more. Lovely fic!

the golden hour by wynsolstice, Teen, 7k
The photographer blinked at him before smiling brightly. Without warning, he grabbed Yuuri by the hand. His skin was smooth, and very, very warm. Biting his lip, Yuuri glanced up at him. “C'mon,” the photographer urged. “Let’s get out of this rain. I’ll treat you to coffee to make up for taking your picture and scaring you.” SO ADORABLE

Just Ice Skatey Things by personafreak, Explicit, 24k (WIP)
Victor is an eccentric foreigner revolutionizing the figure skating world, and Yuuri is just trying to survive his part-time job at the ice skating rink. Awesome college fic!

A Marriage of True Minds by Pilomela, Teen, 20k (WIP)
After his application to the doctoral program was rejected due to his incomplete entrance essay, Yuuri Katsuki scores a job running a small local bookstore. Rec’d by a follower!

So, I guess The Princess Bride is canonically in this universe now...

Context: My Dragonborn Ranger had parted from the party for a time due to massive guilt over accidentally blowing off the legs and eye of our Drow Bard. The Bard’s sister, the Cleric, came looking for him a few times, and eventually he let her find him. After a surprisingly earnest conversation, the topic turned to his plans for after he caught up with and killed the lifelong target of his revenge…

Voxan(Ranger): Honestly, I don’t really know… Just call me Inigo Montoya.

Eden(Cleric): That’s an interesting name, what kind of name is it? What’s it from?

Voxan: Oh, it’s from this book I loved when I was a kid, and that was the character who was on a revenge quest of his own. It never really explicitly stated his race, though… Probably for a little more wiggle room for the reader, I guess… It’s a good book, I highly recommend it.

Eden: Well, it sounds cool. Do you have a copy I can borrow?

Voxan: Well, not really, but I’m sure I can find one.

And that is not only how did the Princess Bride become canon, but also how Voxan took on a new side-quest to find a copy of it…

esquire korea ♡ may ‘17 issue
translation: fantaemsie

shin ki joo
: the live broadcast is particularly soul stealing, isn’t it. at the break of the day, from 12pm 'til 2am, you proceed on a live broadcast and, when coming back home, there’s nothing other than exhaustion to be felt.

jonghyun: perhaps, somehow, it’s an escape with the radio. i don’t really like going outside that much. i also don’t really like meeting people a lot that much. i’d be afraid of doing something new, too. radio seems like my own space now. it became an escape hatch where i can encounter, non awkwardly, new things.

shin ki joo: a strange / unfamiliar world that flows into my familiar space.

jonghyun: even though it became a psychological refuge / hide out i think it was a space of both love and dislike that gave physical exhaustion too.

shin ki joo: the person who was having a hard time in an unfamiliar space like that … somehow, on stage, quickly and thoroughly shed it off. the donsaeng to whom i’d give movie lessons all the time in the sitting room …, seeing him one day on stage showing off his muscular body.

jonghyun: that’s the celebrity profession’s big weapon and weak point. reporter shin is one person among the people who know what kind of person i am and, quite greatly understand my humane side. understanding kim jonghyun like that …, but when seeing my appearance as a singer: it’s different. it’s strange and surprising while looking at that appearance. i’d be thankful if you thought: “so, that’s how kim jonghyun creates kim jonghyun on stage.”

shin ki joo: it’s the same as if thinking: “which one is the real kim jonghyun?”

jonghyun: both of them are the real kim jonghyun. i think what’s important is just which side i’m more comfortable with. a long time ago i think i was more comfortable with the singer kim jonghyun since that kim jonghyun image was the first one to be exposed to the world - because it was familiar with me too. however …, it changed when i started doing radio. by starting to express to people that i’m also human, the image of kim jonghyun that i came to show through radio became very comfortable to me. thanks to blue night i got a change to release my collection album and to hold a concert in a small theater too.

shin ki joo: you got to become more confidentially closer to people.

jung woo sung: as i heard: the radio played such an enormous role.

jonghyun: after awhile …, the collection album two will get released. in the future, in that manner, two types of albums will come out. music to some extent fantasy-like with a possibility of a performance to it; and like the collection album’s songs, music with ballad and jazz, a bit with an acoustic sensibility contained in it.

shin ki joo: shinee’s kim jonghyun and blue night’s kim jonghyun.

jonghyun: i suppose that, inside shinee’s music, i’m in my ideal form and, inside story op’s music, i’m more in my every day humane form. i’m planning on distinguishing between the two of them more clearly from now on.

day 1: i cried so hard my mom woke up every hour to make sure i was still breathing; she told me it was like i was a newborn in his crib for the very first time.
day 2: i went to school and cried in the counselors office.
day 3: i believed we were okay and our love was cured, i think my mind was playing a sick joke on me.
day 4: i told you i’d wait for you, you replied with “i don’t want you to wait”
day 5: i came across a picture of you on tumblr. It lit my throat on fire so i tried lighting your letters over the fire… it was to hard.
day 6: happy one month: you loved me so much you couldn’t even make it a month with me
sincerely - the love you don’t deserve.
day 7: you left me broken into pieces on the bathroom floor, someone is picking up your dirty work, something you’ve never been able to do even before.
day 8: your voice still echoes in the wind and although your touch never got the chance to bruise my skin, your voice overpowered my soul. i’m no longer bleeding on the bathroom floor though i am in the room where you once called me yours.
day 9: im finally laughing with someone new and my smile is bigger and brighter than ever.
day 10: the doubt makes my spine feel less like a vertebrae and more like a giant icicle (you never loved me)
day 11: Since when was heartbreak so fucking beautiful to you? Since when was lying fun? Since when was i not enough for you?
There is nothing pretty about losing feelings in my knuckles after squeezing my hands so tight to keep from texting you
day 12: i was never able to squeeze them tight enough; i never would have imagined that it would be so easy for you to let go.
day 13: i no longer think about you constantly, my heart no longer beats for you, my mom no longer checks to see if i’m alive. I’m moving on like i said i would
day 14: i smoked weed with a girl in the front seat of her car and she asked questions i couldn’t get myself to even answer
day 15: i found out you had finally replaced me and it flicked at my bruises i gave myself but somehow i still didn’t break.
day 16: i still find excuses to text you; you still find reasons to ignore them.
day 17: what color are your eyes? what does your smile look like? what does your voice sound like? who are you now?
day 18: i was worth it. i was so fucking worse it. You don’t deserve the love i had to offer. Fuck you i was worth it
day 19: sometimes all i feel in my chest is my heart trying to escape from its cage it’s being held in; i think it’s tired of all the tears i’ve shed because of you
day 20: i was finally able to sleep right; your voice no longer keeps me awake late at night. You no longer overpower my brain.
day 21: someone told me it took 21 days to break a habit. It has been 21 days since you decided to leave me for her. Within them 21 days, i’ve realized you never deserved me, i was worth it and that life is so much better without you. i’ve realized i don’t need you to be alive.
—  21 days without you

I like affection but I don’t like being smothered in it to the point where I feel like I’m choking, however, I also want a wife, kids & some dogs some day but I have a real problem with people getting close to me thanks to my defensive mentality & my deep rooted issues. I can feel deeply to the point it terrifies me so I force myself to feel nothing and I tend to feel everything or nothing in the wrong situations. I love girls but also refuse to give any a chance because I slyly hate them at the same time. I like being left alone & unbothered in the comfort den I call my room but I also like being away from home for days on end with people I heavy vibe with doing new things & ending up in unforeseen situations. I’ve grown accustomed & comfortable with my solitude even though I feel it in my soul that I wasn’t supposed to be this way. I am a walking talking breathing contradiction. Yeah, getting wifed up some day should be real easy.

Whatever you do, don’t think about Louis waking up to light streaming his room- annoyed at first because Harry left the shades up again- but then he’s hit with the smell of fresh flowers and bacon all at once.

A song is playing, loud enough where Louis can hear it but he’s unfamiliar with it. It’s Ed voice though. This must be one he wants Harry’s opinion on for the new album.

“How would you feel
If I told you I love you
It’s just something that I want to do
Taking my time
Spending my life
Falling deeper in love with you”

Louis tiptoes out to the kitchen to see Harry (whose back is turned to him at the moment) swaying along to the song as he cooks breakfast. He doesn’t know the words yet but he hums along, deep and rumbling, and Louis is cemented to the floor with how much he loves this man.

Harry turns and catches sight of Louis standing there staring like an idiot, but the smile that lights up his face is blinding, the dimples making Louis’ breath catch in his throat, and suddenly he’s eighteen again, and the man in front of him is still that sixteen year old boy that made his that made his heart stop dead in his chest.

“How would you feel
If I told you I love you
It’s just something that I want to do
Taking my time
Spending my life
Falling deeper in love with you”

so this is how it ends

i always thought endings were supposed to be happy
as if everything building up to this moment suddenly had meaning
endings were supposed to be the best part
but then why does it feel like the worst for me? 

chapter one was probably the best for us
everything was new
we were a real page-turner, you and i
but as i kept on reading
i found myself wishing to put this book down
shut it and shelf it
never to pick it back up again
i tried to rip out pages
scratch out the parts i didn’t want to read
but there was no escaping this story
no rewriting it
i could re-read my favorite parts until the pages fell out
but they didn’t make it so the rest of the book didn’t exist

i tried
believe me i did
and ending this story was the hardest thing i’ve had to do
i should feel better
but i just feel like shit
and i can’t stop thinking about our story
from beginning
to end
as beautiful as it was
and as bad as it has gotten
this story was ours
and it was such a huge part of my life
and now
it’s over

endings aren’t the best part
they are the hardest
and the worst
but endings
always leave room
for new beginnings.
—  undercoverpotatoking said: Can you please write on ending an unhealthy relationship, even though you still love the person. He’s out of my life but it seems like I can’t get him out of my head, Even after all the lies and betrayals.
(cc, 2017)

tagged by @groovybuck​ thank you neha ❤️❤️

5 things you’ll find in my bag

  1. my bullet journal (I’d feel so lost without it)
  2. bandages (because I’ll never know when I’ll heck up)
  3. oil blotter (I’m shiny.)
  4. wallet (even if I don’t have money I still bring it around out of habit)
  5. candy (this week it’s strawberry Hi-Chew)

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom

I’ve spent the past few days moving in to our newly renovated house and unpacking my stuff (hence my inactivity online) so I haven’t got my whole bedroom sorted out yet, but amongst the things I have around are:

  1. three giant bags of bubble wrap
  2. a Pikachu plushie
  3. a modest collection of Sailor Moon wands
  4. too many fashion jewelry
  5. over two dozen dolls………

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in life

  1. publish my own book (either fiction or art)
  2. travel a lot
  3. table at a con
  4. be able to live without having to worry about expenses$$$$
  5. leave a positive impact wherever I go

5 things I’m currently into

  1. my new room?!?!!!!! it’s a mess right now but i love it so much even though i’m dying from organizing it for three days straight now
  2. How Karasuno’s away uniform reminds me so much of Shutoku’s uniform, further strengthening how I associate MidoTaka and TsukkiYama. (Now Midorima and Yamaguchi can be carrots together)
  3. strawberry puff gummy candy… i’ve purchased at least four packs in the past seven days
  4. stationery shopping T__T my one true vice
  5. ….Season 9 of RuPaul’s Drag Race

5 things people may not know about me

  1. I like wearing men’s clothes. Men’s jeans, men’s shirts, men’s undergarments, men’s shoes — I own and wear them all
  2. I used to play the violin
  3. I love cuddling, especially if I get to be the big spoon
  4. I fricken hate being the little spoon
  5. I like pineapple on pizza.
Screw You - Doctor Strange x Reader [SMUT]

Title: Screw You - Doctor Strange x Reader [Smut]

Pairing: Doctor Strange (Stephen Strange) x reader

Characters: Reader, Stephen Strange and Tony Stark (There is no one better to interrupt smut)

Request:  #4 “There you go again: walking away from me when I’m trying to have a decent conversation with you." 

#10 "It’s not what it looks like…" 

#11 "Screw you." 

Loved this request anon :) So much fun to write <3

Summary: You love the doctor, no doubt about it. But happens when he confronts you about your feelings in the kitchen? Smut ensues…

Word Count: 1520

Warnings: Smut ensues with the cape of levitation getting involved… Read at your own risk for some smutty cape scenes with the Doctor himself. 

A/N:  Christine doesn’t exist for this request even though I love her character in the new film. I wrote this to the song Starboy by the Weeknd ft. Daft Punk. It inspired me I suppose, I’m not sure how… Perhaps the beat? 

I loved Doctor Strange so much! I can’t wait to see it again tomorrow with my best friend!!! :) 

If you have any requests then please do message me or drop a comment on here :)


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OTP Prompts

I’m in a writing mood. Send me a number and I’ll write a short one-shot with that prompt. :) (Percico)

1. We have been working in the same building for two years and I have crush on you but never really talked to you but now we are both alone in the break room.

2. I’ve just met you while on vacation and you’ve asked me out to get ice cream.

3. Just called the cable company to come and fix the cable in my apartment and you are the cutest person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

4. Was planning to go out with friends but then the babysitter for my younger sibling just showed up. I might be staying in after my parents leave after all…

5. Accidentally spilled a drink in your lap in a restaurant and I made things more awkward by trying to clean you off

6. High school teacher x high school teacher

7. We are doing something highly inappropriate in the library/school right now.

8. It’s below freezing outside, do you mind if we just cuddle on the couch?

9. That note was not meant for you, my friend is an asshole and I’m so embarrassed right now

10. The breeze is so cold but your hand is so warm and your lips look so kissable.

11. Friends with benefits… but I actually like you

12. My new college roommate has to be the hottest person on campus

13. I think you are drinking too much coffee, let me give your mouth something else to do…

14. Even though you are my best friend’s ex, I think I’m falling in love with you…

15. We’ve had strong sexual tension for a while now and we’re currently alone in detention…

16. I’m supposed to be shelving books in the library… but you just came to see me and my boss is busy in the back room.

17. Our friends set us up on a blind date knowing we both had a crush on each other

18. You’re drunk… but so am I and I can’t stop laughing at you

19. Our teacher assigned us as partners on our science project, but your lips keep distracting me…

20. Someone keeps leaving bad puns and jokes on little slips of paper on my desk and I’m 99% sure it’s you.

21. You just jumped out and scared me with an old Halloween mask and I may or may not have broken your nose out of surprise.

22. I’m your new neighbor, can you please help me carry in some boxes?

(Yes, feel free to reblog this and use it for any ship you wish to)

anonymous asked:

M/S reactions to their s/o telling them that she is pregnant of twins please.😄

Shu:  *sighs annoyingly*  Seriously…it’s going to be two?  Well there’s nothing we can about it now.  I’ll still love them both…even if they turn out troublesome…God aren’t twins mischievous.  Just know I’m not gonna teach them to play violin if they’re gonna be as annoying as Ayato.

Reiji: Excuse me? Did you just say “two children?” … *sighs* we only went shopping for one child though… Like I expected it to be. I guess we’ll have to go back and get a second set of toys and clothing. How embarrassing. Put on your coat. 

Ayato:  WHAT??? Twins? Jesus that’s gonna suck to push two kids outta your vagina!  Hahaha they better be guys so I can teach them how to play sports and drink like a real man!  If they look alike can we just name them both the same thing? It’d be easier on my brain.

Kanato: …Two kids? Two?? As if one was already enough!! Now there’s gonna be TWO of them to take your attention away from me!!! … *sniffles* I just want you to pay attention to me… *tugs her sleeve* …and not two stupid kids.

Laito: *smile and mouth lightly twitches* Aww…how cute!!! Imagine all the fun we’re gonna have as a family!!! I can’t wait to pick out their clothes and toys! Two times the fun, right Bitch-chan? Imagine the holidays we’re gonna spend together…with two little babies…just a big…happy…family.

Subaru: Oh… Twins? T-tch… Alright I guess… It’ll be twice as much work though… But it’s our children, so we’ll love them no matter what *kisses her* we’ll get through this together. 

Ruki: Did I hear you right Livestock? Twins?  *sighs and rubs his temples*  Call someone so we can have new room built in for the new child.  Then I expect you to go out and get a second set of clothing, books, and toys.  Don’t give me that look.  I’ll do my part as a father if you fulfill your part as a mother.

Kou: Aww, two little M-neko-chans? How adorable! I hope they look just like you! I’ll go tweet this right now, my fangirls are gonna flip out! *pulls out his phone* Smile! Try to show off your baby bump… I can’t wait to meet my little Kou Jr’s! 

Yuma: Hah!? Twins!? Goddammit Sow, why’d you do this!?! …Oh yeah I was the one who didn’t wear protection… Tch! God this is what I would least expect… But there’s nothing we can do about it now… May as well prepare for them… Get in the car, we’ll go get them shit they’ll need.

Azusa:  *was eating cereal and nearly chokes on it* T-twins? ….Oh no….I won’t be able…to tell them apart….They’re gonna hate me….Ah? They won’t?  ….I’ll try my best….to be a good father…and love them…They’re going to be…so cute…

mm headcanons - painting your bedrooms

//i just painted my own bedroom white and i couldn’t stop thinking about this?? whoops - also i use Seven’s real name and there’s swearing in his section//


  • his mom probably made him help when they were ever painting a room in their house.
  • he knows what to do but isn’t really that good at lining the molding or spreading the paint evenly so he just leaves that to you
  • he’s the dj
  • he puts slathers a bunch of paint on and then you smooth it out w a roller
  • he goes to cut the top of the wall but isn’t tall enough on his own so he uses a lil step stool
  • afterwards, even though he didn’t do too much, he’s got paint literally EVERYWHERE. it’s on his t-shirt (yoosung looks really good in that t shirt too btw), his shorts, his hair, and even his socks but?? he wasn’t wearing any socks??
  • “MC i think im getting the hang of this!!”
  • “sorry to burst your bubble, but i can see patches of beige (let’s say you’re painting a beige room green??”
  • “heh… well… that’s why you’re here i guess”
  • “and not because we live together?? and you’re my boyfriend??” jfc yoosung

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Calum Imagine

Prompt: Shh im sleeping

Request: No, but they are open :)



“Psst, Y/N.” I heard my boyfriend, Calum, whisper behind me, I was too tired to reply but I slightly opened my eyes to look at the clock. 4:05pm.

“Hey, princess?”




“Y/N I know you’re awake answer me.” Calum whispered poking my back, which caused me to jump a little.

“Shh im sleeping.” I whispered back, pushing my face further into the pillow.

“Well, I know you’re awake now.” He told me. I rolled over to face him, so our noses were touching.

“What do you need to tell me, that’s so important it couldn’t have waited another 4 hours till I was actually awake?” I asked looking into his eyes.

“I love you.” He said, giggling.

“Are you kidding? Im too tired for this.” I wined and pushed my face into the crook of his neck so I could sleep again, and his arms automatically wrapped around me holding me close.

“You didn’t let me finish,” he started, I was very nearly already falling back asleep but I wanted to know what he was going to say so I hummed in response, for him to continue.

“I love you so much, I love everything about you. Like I love the days that you think your hair looks like crap because 10 times out of 10 it doesn’t look like crap, and you look gorgeous. I love how once you’ve saved your legs you run down to me to make me feel how soft they are, I love how you twirl that one piece of your hair around your finger when you concentrate or the way you hold my hand really tightly when we go somewhere new. I could go on and on forever about all the little things I love about you, but you’re sleepy so we’ll sleep now. But im sure you’ll do at least 100 things tomorrow that I love. All the little things that I find now, make me so excited about all the little things ill figure out in the future.” He finished squeezing me tighter.

I leant back so that I could see his face, and even though the room was completely dark, I could still see the glint in his eyes or his faint smile as he looked up at me, I sat in awe staring at him wondering how I got so lucky to have the cutest boyfriend in the whole wide world.

“God I love you so much.” I whispered leaning down so that my lips connected with his, still giving me tingles in any place his hands touched. I pulled back slightly, just so our foreheads were touching and whispered;

“I’d love to sit and talk about all the little things that I love about you, but as you said im very tired so we should probably go to sleep.” I pecked his lips, and then snuggled down lying my head on his chest to feel him slightly giggle at my comment.

“You’ll just have to tell me tomorrow night instead then.” He said kissing my head and rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

Family/home related starters!
  • “Mom/Dad! I can’t find my textbook anywhere!”
  • “You aren’t my child by blood, but….even though you’re adopted I love you all the same.”
  • “Ah, in nine months we’re going to meet the new addition to our family!”
  • “Can you believe it? The kids are already grown up.”
  • “Could you help me clean out the storage? I think we’re really overdue.”
  • “Is it thanksgiving/Christmas/that holiday already? Man I hate eating with the whole family…”
  • “You are so grounded! Do you have any idea about what you did?”
  • “Hey, sis/bro…I can’t sleep. Can I stay in your room?”
  • “Big sis/bro,  really need to talk to someone right now.”
  • “Mom/Dad, I have something to confess.”
  • “I have stolen the last cookie from the cookie jar. Whatchu gonna do about it, punk?”
  • “Pass me the controller you’re terrible at this game!”
  • “We’re playing Rainbow Road. Prepare to die.”
  • “Ten years married – it feels like it’s been forever and I still love you, darling.”
  • “No more spending money on freemium games, please, our wallet can’t take it.”
  • “It’s 3 am. Please don’t tell me you were out drinking again!”
  • “All right, now tell me why my son/daughter is sneaking into the house at 3 in the morning on a school night?”
  • “Pass me the Oreos, I want some, too!”
  • “Don’t pick on my little brother/sister!”
  • “Grandma/grandpa, what was it like the day when you met grandpa/grandma?”
  • “Kids! Come to grandma/grandpa. Oh, I missed you so much. Look at how big you are!”
  • “You’re going to stay at you aunt’s/uncle’s while your mom/dad and I are going out tonight.”
  • “Son/Daughter, I expect you to look after your little brother/sister tonight.”
  • “Hey, sis/bro, let’s go play! I wanna play with you!”
Being in love with your mortal enemy is only acceptable when you’re under a spell.

Update: In the two and a half months or so since I read Carry On, my Word document of fanfiction is now just under 30,000 words long. … Though now that uni is back I probably won’t be writing as much (that said, I’ll probably think of some great new idea overnight that I can’t wait to start writing). Maybe I should write shorter fics. Anyway, here is 7.5k words of fluff.


‘I think I’ve finally got it,’ Penny announces while we’re at the breakfast table.

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A New Leaf

What do you do when you are having a bad day? I have a few things that I might do, depending on my mood. I will either sleep too much, read a book (Alice in Wonderland is great for making me feel better), do what the Reader does, or watch a Disney movie.

Please enjoy the story, and I would love to hear what you think!



You wandered through the village peacefully, taking in the surroundings. It was truly beautiful there, even though there was much room for improvement.

You walked the paths calmly, admiring the flowers that lined them, and smiled at a village inhabitant, who was watering them vigilantly.

The sun was shining down on you as you approached the orchard. Many different fruits were grown there, and you were often told by the villagers that there were no fruits better than the ones grown here.

Whenever you came here, you felt calm. You just enjoyed the moment as you admired the scenery, talked to the villagers, and occasionally went shopping.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asked you.

You looked up at him from the spot on the couch you had occupied for perhaps a little bit too long, and turned your 3DS for him to see the screen. He saw your little avatar sitting on a blue bench, looking over a beautiful flower bed.

Bucky sat down next to you so that he could see a little bit easier, and so that you could continue with your game.

“It’s called Animal Crossing: New Leaf. Whenever I am having a really bad day, playing this makes me feel better,” you explained.

You didn’t need to tell him why you were having a bad day. He was there when you found out that the hostage you had rescued from the Hydra base you all hit the previous week had died, and he knew you weren’t taking it well.

“What do you do in the game?” he asked you with mild interest.

“Well, you play as the mayor of your village. You keep the inhabitants happy by helping them with favours. You organise to have Public Works built, and you can landscape.

“You also get a house that you can take loans out on to have it expanded. That way you can fit more furniture, and decorate it however you want,” you replied, and you tried to remain focused on that, rather than your earlier phone call.

“I am sorry Mrs Barnes, but Agent Sinclair passed away this morning,” the doctor said.

“What? How?”

“She developed septicaemia. Since the symptoms were quite similar to the ones that she was displaying with her pneumonia and her injuries, it went unnoticed. It continued to develop until Agent Sinclair went into septic shock. By the time we began treatment, it was too late.”


“Hmmm? Oh, sorry,” you said, snapping back to the present.

“It isn’t your fault. You did everything you could,” Bucky said calmly.

“I know… it just isn’t fair.”

Bucky was still a little uncomfortable with affection, and it was usually only in times of great emotional distress that he would attempt it, so you weren’t surprised when he hesitantly put his right arm around your shoulders, and pulled you into him so that you were leaning into him comfortably.

“Do you want to give me a tour of your village?” Bucky asked you quietly.

“Ok,” you replied.

You began showing him around, explaining different areas of your village to him, showing him your favourite neighbour, and talking about the flower breeding program you were currently invested in.

As you did all of this, Bucky seemed to relax enough to feel a little less awkward about the affection he had shown you. You weren’t sure if he did it consciously, or if it was just a long forgotten reflex, but he rested his head on top of yours as he watched your avatar moving around the screen.

For the first time that day, a small smile flickered across your face.

Teen Wolf Preference: After Your First Time

Requested by anon:  Can you do an imagine for Scott, Liam, Isaac, Lydia and Hayden what it’s like after your first time?

A/N: So, I hope I got that right. I decided to do little texts about the situation after the sex for every person. I hope you’ll like it! :)

Scott Mccall:

You are taking a deep breath, wait a bit until your heartbeat calms down and then turn around to snuggle against Scott’s bared chest. He immediately wraps an arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss on your head. His skin is warm and he is still breathing heavily but it’s that satisfied kind of fast breathing. You inhale his scent and feel the soft sheet of his bed under your tiptoes because you want to remember every single detail of this moment afterwards.

“Are you okay?”, Scott mumbles with a hoarse voice that makes you shiver slightly.

You smile softly. “I’m more than okay, dumbie.”

“So you are not mad that it…kinda just happened?”

His insecurity is so adorable. You shoot him an amused look and shake your head reassuringly at the same time. You know that the two of you waited for this to happen for some time now. Because you wanted it to be perfect. But this definitely was.

“Maybe that’s the best thing about it. We just did it because it felt right. Always listen to your guts, right?”, you reason.

He answers with a soft chuckle that makes you feel all warm inside. Then he pulls you a little closer, pecking your lips softly and looking deeply into your eyes. You sink into his warm brown ones.

“I love you so much”, he whispers, his breath brushing your cheek.

A big smile spreads on your lips while you press your head against his chest. “I love you too.”

Hayden Romero:

“That was the best plan you ever had”, you state, earning an approving smile from Hayden. It wasn’t even a real plan. Your teacher just announced that you’d spend a week in an exchange school in Minnesota and you immediately decided to share the room with her. And then this just happened between the two of you and the tension you had since forever finally led to amazing sex. It was kinda easier to just go with this unfamiliar situation, for both of you, far away from home and everything familiar. There was and still is a certain excitement to it that makes it even better.

“We’d be so screwed if they found out”, Hayden says. She doesn’t sound scared though. Actually, a wide grin is spread on her face. Seeing her that happy makes you feel all warm inside.

“They won’t”, you retort. “And we’ll have a whole week in this room.”

“See? I knew this would be a great idea! All new, all forbidden. Just living”, she declares, letting herself sink back into the cushions with a satisfied sigh. You just laugh and press a kiss onto her reddened cheek.

“That’s why I love you. Bringing some excitement into my life every day.”

“And this time it has nothing to do with supernatural catastrophes.”

She is so right. It’s the best diversion from the usual Beacon Hills tragedy since a long time. You don’t have to worry about her. She is just lying next to you, sharing the soft blanket with you and she won’t go anywhere.

“This is gonna be a great week”, you declare before you lean in and kiss her on her smiling lips. You have never felt so free.

Liam Dunbar:

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The room is filled with warm and flickering light from the candles and the soft matrass, blankets and cushions you are resting on right now. You just stare at the ceiling and follow its play that reminds you of actual stars while you are holding Liam’s hand and feel utterly peaceful. You want to lie here forever and never leave this room ever again.

As Liam turns around and looks at you, you finally rip your eyes from the fascinating image and return his gaze. You are surprised to discover that his expression displays a mixture of joy and nervousness. The dazzling blue eyes scan you inquiringly, as if he is searching for something specific.

“Liam, what’s going on?”, you ask him with a little frown.

He immediately turns red which you usually find adorable but now it disquiets you.

“It’s just…I don’t know…I mean…I just don’t know if you…did you like it?”, he rambles, making it hard for you to understand anything. As you get what he’s asking you, you can’t hold back a sound that’s something between snorting and chuckling.

“Are you serious, Liam? You prepared all of this for me, a perfect date, and we had pretty much the best sex ever and you ask me if I liked it?”

He pushes out a relieved breath, making you chuckle once again. You fully turn around now to face him and grin at him brightly.

“You worry too much”, you state. Something you’ve told him many times.

Liam just rolls his eyes. “Of course I do. It’s not like I’m super experienced and you are important to me.”

“Well, you don’t have to. Because I plan to repeat this many times”, you tease him and finally he’s able to smile again. He leans in to kiss you and you return it eagerly, almost as if it was your first one. Most of the time it feels like that. All new, all exciting, all perfect.

Lydia Martin:

“That was…an interesting kind of studying”, you state, looking at Lydia who is lying right beside you. A sassy smile appears on her full and now swollen lips.

“I bet you learned a lot.”

You giggle before you grab one of her hundreds of pillows and playfully punch her with it. “You are an idiot”

“Hey!”, she exclaims before she gets hold of her own one and a legit pillow fight breaks out between the two of you. You are giggling and screaming hysterically while waves of pure happiness drive through your body. Thank God you chose to “study” in Lydia’s lake house, otherwise somebody would’ve definitely heard you and thought you were killing each other.

As you are out of breath, the second time this evening, you sink back onto the matrass and push out the last few chuckles before you go quiet. Then you look over to her and brush one of her perfect red locks behind her ear, very lovingly. Afterwards your hand stays on her warm cheek. Her green eyes become a little softer and lock with your own.

“I just wanna stay out here forever”, you admit to her.

“Nice thought but the others know that house. They would totally just come over when they got into trouble once again and then this would become really weird”, she says with a little shrug.

You sigh. “Can’t you just daydream with me once?”

Lydia’s smile becomes a little wider. “We can’t both be dreamers. We would never get out of this bed. And you really need to study for this test on Monday.”

With that she gets up to fetch your notes from the living room. You look after her and it’s almost impossible to form logical words with that view. You only manage it after she left the room.

“Can we at least study in the bed?”, you beg.

Her soft, beautiful laugh sounds through the house. “Of course, babe.”

Isaac Lahey:

“That was…intense…”, Isaac mumbles. He’s still so close that your arms are touching and his body is definitely as heated up as your own. You can hear him breathing hard in the dark tent which is only filled with light from the moon outside.

“And surprising”, you add.

Surprising because this just developed since the others are on some walk through the woods, you were freezing in your sleeping back and Isaac wanted to warm you up a bit. And all of a sudden you felt so drawn to him and he to you. Well, you certainly never thought you’d sleep with the guy you were having arguments with all the time but…it definitely wasn’t bad. Not at all.

Isaac looks at you carefully, scanning your facial features as if he wants to find out what you are thinking. You just sigh and lean on your elbow to face him.


“Nothing. I don’t know. I just…it’s just nice to be here. Right now. With you.”

You raise your eyebrows. This is a real statement coming from him. It’s kinda confusing but at the same time pleasing. You enjoyed this, there is no way to deny it.

“Really? Do you feel like wrapping an arm around me and being all romantic?”, you tease him. That’s just what you do. Old habits die hard.

The corners of his mouth twitch lightly. “What if I do?”

“You can try and see how I react.”

He considers that for a moment, slightly frowning, obviously not sure if you’re serious or not. Then he just shrugs and pulls you into an embrace in one swift movement. And to your astonishment, your heart jumps a little as he does. You softly smile to yourself.

“Well, Lahey, I guess you’ll have to take me out now.”

A/N: I thought about writing a whole one shot about this Isaac tent thingy for a while now. So if you’d like that, let me know. :) Requests are open!

A.M. - MITAM Series

“Feels like this could be forever tonight, break these clocks, forget about time
There could be a World War 3 going on outside
You and me were raised in the same part of town, got these scars on the same ground
Remember how we used to kick around just wasting time?”

It was really weird, looking through all those pictures. I was already 21 years old and looking at my 10-year-old self, holding hands and smiling big, right next to my best friend, brought a weird feeling to my chest. It always did. We had long since stopped being those two rowdy children, who could bring hell to a birthday party if left alone for two seconds and now we were both grown adults, going on with their lives. Him, a big popstar that left our hometown to conquer the world and me, a personal stylist that was lucky enough to get a good client right of the bat, which helped my career grow in a big way.

Harry and I never left each other’s side, even with all the crazy stuff that happened to us in the past five years. While he went off around the world, winning the hearts of millions of girls, I was back in the U.K., building up a career that allowed me to leave home and even then, when all the odds seemed against us, we managed to stay close, stay together, stay the best of friends.

I could certainly say we had had some help. The fact that our families were so close had always been a huge factor in our lives, but if I had to pinpoint a reason, it was simply because we just couldn’t stay away. Even when we were drowning in all the stuff we had to do and life was getting in the way, we found our way to each other. Either with a call at the wee hours of the morning or a plane ticket in my e-mail with just a word written in the message box “please”, we kept coming back to each other. We were both anchors in each other’s lives. He was home, we were home, or at least I hoped so.

I sometimes wondered where would I be if we weren’t so close. Would I for instance, be moving to a new house, just blocks away from his place in Primrose Hill? Probably not, if we considered all the pestering and convincing he had to do to even get me to go see the house. There was something I can’t deny. When Harry wants something, he usually gets it, and he had his heart set on having me living close to him. The reasons ranged from safety to comfort, and I tried to counter him with reasons of my own to continue living with my roommates: “you’re on tour most of the year”; “every time you get a chance, you take your arse to LA”; “It’s way too expensive for me”; “Jesus, Harry. Stop it, it is not that great!!” But still, he insisted and at the end on the day, we came down to the usual: I couldn’t say no to him, even if my life depended on it. I was weak.

“What you doing there, Doll? You need to help me with these boxes!” Harry said, bringing me back to reality.

“Sorry, was just looking through some of my pictures.” I said, blinking quickly to get rid of the colorful spots that appeared in my eyes as soon as I remembered the sun over me. “Remember this?” I showed him the picture that had me reminiscing, the one we were holding hands and smiling big.

“That was Alice’s birthday party. She was so mad I wouldn’t let go of you to go take a picture with her.” He laughed, putting down the big box of clothes he had in his arms and coming towards me to take a good look at the frame.

“Yeah, that still happens. You won’t let go of me enough so I can run away from you!” I said, a smirk on my face as he rolled his eyes.

“You can’t live without me, don’t play innocent. You’re the one that can’t stay away. You even moved to be closer to me!” He accused, the dimples appearing on his cheeks with how hard he was trying not to smile.

“You’re such a dickhead. I moved here cause you didn’t leave me a choice!” I exclaimed and he laughed out, that loud cackle that made him squint his eyes and look like the little kid I met all those years ago. “Shut up and go get the rest of the boxes, Harry.”

“Yes ma’am!”


“You’re gonna spill it.” I warned Harry as I watched him fumble with the bottle of wine. He was a bit drunk, his eyes turning glassy as he giggled at nothing.

“You like it?” He asked me, leaning on the couch and turning his face to look at me. His breath was a bit bitter, maybe from the alcohol we had had, but that wasn’t enough to cover his scent, the same one that made me dizzy whenever I tucked my face onto the crook of his neck, or pressed my forehead to his shoulder, whining about nothing just so I could be pouty and feel him close to me.

“The wine?”

“The house.”

“S’nice. A bit big, though.”

“It only has 2 bedrooms.”

“Do I have to remind you I come from sleeping in a closet?? That’s how big my room was in my old flat? Give me somewhere I can stand without bumping my head, I’m gonna think it’s big.”

“Want me to sleep here tonight?”

“Were you planning not to?”

“Not really. Even brought new pillows cause your old ones make my neck sore. Don’t want you getting scared.”

“Oh please, you just love getting in my bed.”

“Keep dreaming.”

“You just love me, I know it.”


“Won’t you stay ‘til the A.M.? All my favourite conversations
Always made in the A.M cause we don’t know what we’re saying
We’re just swimming ‘round in our glasses and talking out of our asses
Like we’re all gonna make it, yeah, yeah”

“Doll, c’mon! We need to leave!” I could hear Harry yelling from downstairs, just as I finished the flick of my eyeliner.

“Can you calm down a second? It’s not like the pub is going to go away if we don’t make it there in the next five minutes, Harold!” I yelled, huffing and hastily putting on my boots and my coat on. He was back from tour for a week, choosing to spend his time off in Holmes Chapel, where we could hang out without being photographed every step we took. He had been touring for a long time now, spending months on end in the States, so I hadn’t seen in for almost six months when he appeared on my doorstep, disheveled and with more tattoo’s than I could count, a big smile plastered on his face.

“Am I gonna have to go up and carry you downstairs?!” He yelled again and I grunted, getting my purse.

“For fuck sake, I’m coming!” I said, stomping on my way down and pushing him towards the door. “You’re so annoying!”

“You love me.” Harry stated, dimples deep into his cheek as he closed my door and led me to his car.

“I do not!” I told him, having to lean into him to be able to go up on his Range Rover and huffing when I sat down. Being smaller than him and having to get his help to get up into his car without making a fool of myself always got him making fun of me for being too short.

“Ok shorty, did you forget all the tears you spilled when you saw me on your door last night?” Harry smirked and I rolled my eyes.

“That was disgust.” I told him with a mocking smile.

“Keep telling yourself that…”


It had been hours since we got to the pub and luckily, it was one of those that stayed open until very late. It was already 1 am and it felt as if we had been drinking for days now. I was slowly sinking into that numb state of mind, where everything is funny and nothing is better than being right there, on that dark pub, the bitter stench of beer taking over my senses and Harry’s heavy arm around my shoulders as we laughed loudly at this one guy that was trying to call for the waitress but she kept ignoring him.

“You know what? This is best night ever.” Harry slurred, his voice getting deeper because of the amount of shouting we had done earlier, when there was this little band playing all the classic 80’s rock you can think of. “Sometimes it’s nice to not be recognized.” He said and started to shake his head drunkenly as everyone in the table gave him an amused look, some of us snorting at him. “I’m not complaining! I’m not. I love what I do. But sometimes it’s nice to be able to chill out a bit, y’know?” He asked, his doe eyes staring intently at me. That was Harry, always grateful for things, even when the craziness took a toll on him. Even when he was on his worst day, he never wanted to look like he didn’t appreciate all the things he was privileged to have.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me H, I know.” I told him, my hand going up and finding his fingers laying heavily on my shoulder, intertwining our hands.

“I’m glad to have you, love. Dunno what I’d do without you…” He whispered, like it was a secret no one but us could know.

I looked at him, taking in all of his features. The pouted lips, red and swollen, the faint smell of beer coming out as he spoke. His face was so close to mine I could see the emerald green of his eyes, so clear when up close like this. His hair was a little longer, being a while since he last had a haircut but I liked it like that, the chocolate curls smelling like apple and honey, the smell of my shampoo. It wasn’t until that moment I realized how much he’d changed over the years. He had lost most of the softness of his features, the cut of his jaw more prominent than ever, the tiny bit of stubble growing on top of his lips making me remember that he was now a man, not just the little boy I knew since I was a baby. His voice had grown deeper and his shoulders were wider, the muscles more defined and taut under his skin. He smelled like expensive cologne and….well, him, that familiar smell only he had. I inhaled deeply, taking it all in and closing my eyes. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol but I knew I was starting to lose it. The warmth of his embrace was making me a bit dizzy and when I opened my eyes again and saw him staring intently at me, I let out a shaky breath.

“I- I need to go to the loo. Be right back.” I said, untangling myself from him

I could feel my heart beating quick against my chest, my breathing a little hard. I didn’t know what was happening; I just knew I needed to stay away from him for a little while or otherwise, well, I might say things I had to regret in the morning. I leaned on the sink and looked at myself in the mirror, the little redness in my eyes that thankfully, would pass as drunkenness so I didn’t have to give myself away.  

“Don’t be dense, he’s just Harry. Just Harry.” I whispered, taking a deep breath and turning to go back to our booth.

As I reached the bar, I could see Harry standing up against the wall, right next to our booth, a beautiful girl laughing at something he’d just said. Stopping in my tracks, I turned towards the bar quick so he wouldn’t see me. I didn’t want to get in his way if he wanted to bring a girl home, even though he was staying with me. Or maybe I was not that selfless, and I had gotten out of the way just I wouldn’t have to look at him and let the revolting feeling in my tummy grow. It felt weird seeing him with someone else when he was supposed to be spending time with me. Actually, it felt weird all the time, seeing him with other girls. Harry was always such a constant presence in my life, that it was difficult for me seeing him paying attention to someone else. It might sound crazy and selfish and extremely jealous of me, but I was used to having his attention and it was not a nice feeling having to share it. Hence the fact that I was always glued to him when we were younger and even more when we grew older. If I walked away, someone might take my spot.

Drinking whatever it was I had ordered, I turned around in my stool to look at everyone else going ‘round in the pub. The drink in my hand was strong and it made my head swirl a little bit, the nice buzz of the alcohol in my veins easing my mind and making me not care so much that Harry wasn’t around. I could see a guy making his way towards me, making me smile and look away, my eyes going right back to the corner where Harry was standing. Our eyes met and he sent me a desperate look, like he was trying to tell me something but the amount of booze we had in our system was making it difficult. He looked down at the girl, who had one hand on his bicep and the other on the first button of his shirt and looked up again, widening his eyes at me like he was calling for help. Putting down the glass and taking a deep breath, I made my way towards them, ignoring the cute guy that was just steps away from me. I didn’t know what I was going to do or what he wanted from me, I just knew I needed to do it.

“What’s happening here?” I asked, before I could stop myself. The pretty girl, with the big brown eyes and dark hair, her lips painted in a bright red lipstick, turned to look at me with an innocent look in her eyes.

“We’re just talking… aren’t we, Harry?” She smiled up at him, her fingers going under the collar of his button up and caressing his skin. I could feel the frown take over my features as I looked at that and my hand went towards hers without me thinking twice.

“I think you need to back off sweetheart. He’s with me. I was just at the toilet, that didn’t mean he was available.” I smiled, taking her hand away and dropping it. She looked angry, like she was about to scream at me, but I kept smiling as I leaned into Harry. “You ready to go baby? I think we’ve had enough trouble for a day, don’t you?”

“Absolutely. Let’s go home, love.” Harry smiled cheekily, one of his hands going around my waist and the other waving goodbye to the brunette.

Stumbling all over each other and laughing loudly, we walked out of the bar. I was somewhat sober, the adrenaline rush of the little stunt I pulled back in the pub making me sober up quickly, but Harry was drunk out of his ass. His loud laugh, that cackle that made you think everything was ok in the world, was echoing on the empty streets and he was leaning on me, making me almost fall face first to the floor.

“I didn’t know you could play the part of the jealous girlfriend so well!” He exclaimed, the cheeky smile never leaving his face. I laughed, opening the door of his Range Rover and pushing him up on the passenger seat.

“I’m a great actress H, you have no idea. Been pretending to be your best friend for years now, I’m a pro.” I replied, leaning in to buckle the seatbelt on him and he huffed and rolled his eyes, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

“You’re in love with me and you just don’t want to admit it. That scene back there was you acting like you’ve always wanted to.” He whispered, suddenly not so drawled out and a lot more sober than what I thought he was. My breathing hitched in my throat and I leaned back, standing at the door of his car, looking up at him. His eyes looked glossed over and his lips a deep pink, wet from his tongue running over it and his hands were gripping one of mine.

“You’re too cocky for your own good, Styles.” I whispered, finding my voice shaky and my eyes not being able to look into his for more than a second. It was cold outside, but the warmth of his hands holding mine was like a fire, burning hot and taking over my skin. My stomach was overtook by butterflies, that were running around freely, making me feel anxious and out of control. I didn’t know why we were having this conversation at 3 in the morning, in a dark alley, after a drunk night. I didn’t know why he was talking to me like this or why this was making me feel so uneasy but it needed to stop, it needed to end right there.

Taking my hand away from his and closing his door, I made my way towards the front seat, struggling to enter the car and then closing the door, turning on the heater and adjusting the seat so I could drive us home. I was about to turn the ignition when Harry’s hand took mine over the gear, his thumb running over my knuckles and a deep sigh coming out of his strawberry pink lips.

“Don’t worry, love. I love you too.” I turned to look at him, the bright green of his eyes brighter than ever, the sincerity burning into the deep husky sound of his voice. “Gonna marry you someday, y’know…” Harry whispered and our eyes locked, my head nodding before I could stop myself. A happy smile took over his lips and I smiled back, turning on the engine and driving away.


“You know I’m always coming back to this place
You know and I’ll say…”

The house was disturbingly quiet when I got in. Funny thing, at first I absolutely hated that deafening silence that kept reminding me that I was alone and making me jump at the slightest creak of the wood. But as time went by and I got used to spend my time alone, it became comfortable, part of the place I lived in, unless, of course, Harry was there, making his presence known and taking over every bit of space as if he owned it. I actually think that was when that house really became a home.

I had to almost restrain myself to not look for a bat or something to defend myself with as I made my way into the foyer. The house was dark and all the curtains were closed, a decision I was now starting to regret. My fingers went to look for my phone, getting it out of my pocket so I could call for help if need be.

It was one of those moments where you’re in a real hurry and nothing goes right. My hand was glued to the wall, trying to find the light switch but failing miserably and I was about to cry, listening to a heavy breathing that was coming from somewhere in the living room. I was getting nervous and the need to sprint off was growing bigger and bigger.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I said, closing my eyes with a scared yelp when I finally turned the lights on. I waited for a couple of seconds, maybe for a hard blow on the head or something but it never came. When I opened my eyes again, relief and anger slowly sipped up my body, swirling in a quick mix as I saw the grinning boy on my couch.

Harry was sitting comfortably on my sofa, his feet propped up on my coffee table as he offered me a wide, shit eating grin, which frankly made me want to punch him. I was so enraged with him, it took me a while to notice the white ball of fur sitting on his lap.

“What is that??” I asked him, looking at his hands as it played with the little puppy, scratching behind his ears to his comfort. His fur was white and black and his small eyes were almost gray. The only thing distracting from his white muzzle was his pink tongue that he had out in satisfaction.

“This is a dog.” Harry said matter of factly, making my eyes look at him him and away from the little puppy.

“Why is there a dog in the house? Are you giving me a dog?”


“Cause you can’t bring a dog home and then take it away, Harry. I’ve been through this.” I warned him. I actually had, when I was little and my mom had decided she wanted to have a puppy, bringing him home and then giving it away when he bit and destroyed her favorite pair of shoes.


“That would be far too cruel to me, and I won’t ever speak to you again.”

I watched Harry as he carefully sat the puppy on the sofa and walked to me, his large hands wrapping around my arms to make me look up at him. I was incredibly excited, but still, I had decided to wait until he told me if I was indeed going to keep the dog before I even let myself get near him. I hadn’t even let myself think about the fact that Harry was there, instead of tour as he should be. Was it already time for his break?

“Love, I know. He’s staying so he can keep you company and you stop calling me in the middle of the night because you got scared.”

“I do not get scared!!” I protested, already pushing Harry away to go pick the puppy in my arms. He was heavy and warm and his cold muzzle made me laugh when it bumped to my shoulder. “He’s so precious!!”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love him.” I said, leaving him on the couch so I could go to Harry and hug him.

Even when my intention was to give him a hug and maybe a peck on the cheek, I guess my excitement got the best of me, cause we found ourselves stumbling onto the couch and falling clumsily on it. A giddy squeal came out of my lips and I giggled as I started to press kisses on Harry’s face, making him laugh under me and his laugh echo on my body as we both tried to not fall.

I discovered something when I pressed my lips to his: They tasted a lot better than I could ever imagine. They were sweet and soft and even when it took me a couple of seconds to react to the fact that I was actually kissing, they were already imprinted in my memory forever. My hands scrambled to the sofa and I tried to push myself up, but I found myself being pulled to his chest.

His hand on the back of my neck was burning my skin and I almost felt myself being set on fire as he tilted my head so he could deepen into the kiss. It was almost surreal, the heavy feeling of his tongue running across my bottom lip and his arm hooking around my waist to press me even more to his body. I kissed him back, Jesus, I kissed him back as hard as he was kissing me, giving him hard kisses that were going to leave our lips bruised and red, tasting his lips and exploring his mouth with eagerness. I could feel his tongue slipping past my lips and I grunted when he pulled on my bottom lip, my fingertips digging on the leather of the couch before I pushed myself up.

I looked at him for just a second, gasping for air as I saw his flushed face and I got up, walking to the dog and picking it in my arms, maybe to hide the heavy breaths that were making my chest heave. It wasn’t like it was supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Have you thought of a name?” I asked him before he had the chance to say anything and as casually as I could, I sat down next to him, flicking my eyes to his red lips before I looked into his eyes.

“I’ve thought of ‘Little Dog’” He said and the sudden raspiness that was present in the dark notes of his voice made me shiver, turning to the puppy to smile at him.

“We’re not calling him that.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re not, Harry.”

The silence lasted a couple of seconds, the heavy pants coming from both of us the only noise breaking the air. I couldn’t stop my head from spinning or my lips from tingling and I had to make an effort to focus on my surroundings, on stopping my hands to trail through his hair and pull him to me to kiss him once more. My heart was beating so fast anyway that it was all I could hear.

“What about Jagger?” He suggested, looking at me in the eyes as he scratched the puppy’s ear. It was good, it suited him and even better it reminded me of Harry. Like it was meant to.

“I like Jagger.”

“We have a name then.” He smiled tentatively and I smiled back, feeling a heaviness sit on my tummy as I tried to not look at Harry. Literally any other place was better. Awkwardness was slowly sipping up in the air and I shifted on the couch, trying to not bother Jagger as he started to look at my hand in interest and to lick on my skin with tiny little flick.

“H,” I started, and just saying that letter drained me of all the courage I had in me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-“ There was a lot more I wanted to say, but Harry shook his head, raising his hand to stop me.

“You know I never do anything I don’t want to, right?” He asked, looking at me intently, the intensity of his gaze making me hold on to Jagger tighter, like he was an anchor. I could feel my legs turning to jelly, the fact he admitted to wanting the kiss was amazing and scary at the same time. He’s my best friend, for fucks sake. “Don’t you?”

“Yes.” I nodded and looked up from Jagger, his eyes locking into mine.


I don’t think I had run so much in my entire life. I am pretty sure you can sum up all the hours I had run in my life, all of them, and it wasn’t going to be as much as I had played with Jagger that day. It was nearing 2 am and we were ready to pass out, lying down as Jagger trotted around the house.

I was as sleepy as I could be, but the kiss we had shared was still haunting me, not allowing me to fully relax in Harry’s presence. I knew he noticed. I knew I wasn’t being very inconspicuous but I couldn’t let go of the fact that we have kissed. After all those years, after going through puberty and the high of our hormones together, we had managed to not kiss and do something stupid but now that were grown adults, we couldn’t help it. I had to admit, if it was anyone else, I wouldn’t be so freaked out. But the chance of losing him, even the slight percentage was making my head pound. I was scared.

“Earth is calling!” I heard his raspy voice calling for me and I looked up, finding him looking down at me from the sofa, his eyes heavy from sleep and his cheek squished against the couch cushions.

“Hm, sorry.” I said, patting Jagger’s head as he stood next to me for a second before he sprinted off again. It was rather unfortunate; I needed his help in avoiding Harry’s stare.

“You’re gonna have to talk to me normally again, you know?” He asked and I sighed, rubbing my hands over my face.

“I’m sorry…It’s just, I don’t want things to get weird!” I exclaimed, letting my frustration get the best of me. I whined, sitting up so I could rest my back to the sofa and look at my hands as they fiddle with the little tear in my jeans.

“Things will only get weird if you continue insisting that they will. Don’t get too into your head love. I promise I’m not mad or thinking badly of you.” Harry said, sitting up as well and taking my hand as I got up hastily and got ready to leave. Pulling me to him, one of my knees in between his spread legs, my hands found purchase on his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall. We were face to face and his eyes were boring into mine, like I was so scared of. “It was quite lovely. Wouldn’t mind doing it again…” He said and my breath hitched on my throat.

“Don’t- don’t be like that Harry.” I whined, looking down and pushing myself away from him so I could go to bed and forget this ever happened. I thought things were going to be simple but I forgot I had a stubborn as hell best friend. He pulled me back down, this time making me sit on his lap and he leaned in, his lips catching mine before I could stop him in a quick kiss.

“Let’s go to sleep.” He whispered and I nodded, almost automatically, too lost in his green eyes and his electric kiss to even begin to think.

We got up from the couch and his hand wrapped around mine, leading me to the stairs as if he owned the place and I was the guest. It was almost silly, to think things could really change, that I could lose him over a kiss. I could not, I would not. I needed him in my life.

“C’mon baby, let’s go.” I said in a baby voice, standing at the end of the stairs to wait for him. I had almost gone to bed without him. Some mother I was. Jagger didn’t seem to mind about my slip, though, running up to me, with his tail swinging from side to side and his tongue pocked out, and he jumped into my arms, allowing me to pick him up.

When we got to my room, I breathed deep and decided to let go of my fears, at least for the night. I had to trust Harry in this one, cause if I didn’t, I was going to go mad. With a big sigh, I stripped down to my underwear, picking a large T-shirt on, that I was sure had belonged to Harry at some point, and taking my bra off from under it. I lied down on my bed, the only part of the house that was actually set, and I looked at Jagger as he jumped behind me, snuggling his little head to my tummy as I played with him, caressing his soft fur. When I felt Harry’s warm and naked chest pressing against my back, I didn’t even flinch, letting him pull me to his chest and nuzzle his cold nose against my neck. All of it was normal, it didn’t mean anything.  

“Why are your feet always so cold?!” I groaned, trying to pull away as his cold feet tangled with mine under the covers.

“Shh, don’t complain. You’re always drooling on my chest and I never say anything ‘bout it.”

“You’re saying it now!” I exclaimed, turning to look at him to see him chuckle.

“Goodnight, love.” He ignored me completely, his full lips puckering to give me a quick peck on the shoulder, his version of a goodnight kiss.

“Won’t have one with your squash feet freezing me to death.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be warm where you’re going.”

“Hey!! Shut up or you won’t get anymore kisses!!”

“Oh, are we negotiating now?” He said, raising his head from the pillow and looking down at me as he propped himself up on his elbows. A mischievous smile appeared on my face and I let my eyes wander to his lips, biting into the corner of my lips as I willed myself to look into his eyes.

“No, we’re not.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m not, but if anything goes wrong, I wanna put it on you.”


So, to celebrate MITAM and it’s wonderfulness, @punkcupcakestyles​ (aka Scar) and I decided to write a series together. This is the first installment, in which we worked very hard on. We will be writing all of the MITAM songs, not in the same order they are in the album but there will be a timeline. You guys will find all of it in both mine and Scar’s blog. Hopefully you’ll like it, please please please with a cherry on top tell us what you think! Lots of love, B xx


maidofcookiespace  asked:

MC RFA + Saeran and V and how they spend Halloween ? Also their costumes?

ok i kind of did a halloween hadcanon BUT ILL DO THIS ONE ALSO CAUSE HALLOWEEEEENNNNN


  • Yoosung begs MC to go trick or treating
  • “Yoosung, you’re 20 years old. we can’t go trick or treating”
  • “pleeeaaasseeeee”
  • “no, Yoosung. trick or treating is for little kids”
  • “what if i had a little kid”
  • “um….what?”
  • and so Yoosung finds a little kid
  • it ends up being like his moms sisters husbands brothers cousins daughter or something like that
  • EITHER WAY, Yoosung finds some cute little girl to walk around the neighborhood at night
  • by the end of the night Yoosung has waaaay more candy than her tho
  • and you know that boy has matching halloween costumes for all three of them
  • so they gon end up looking a little something like this


  • like really guys. i know that boy gets turnt on Halloween
  • he invites MC out
  • and keeps close to them all night
  • anyone that tries to hit on them gets a death glare from him
  • and he’s actually scary as shit
  • but also all the girls hit on Zen like literally every drunk ass girl there tries to get up on him
  • cause he’s the hottest boy at the party
  • but he always brushes them off and tells them he’s already got someone
  • cause he’s really just interested in spending all night with MC
  • but let me tell you my dream
  • idk if anyone has herd of an anime called Kamisama Kiss
  • but one character would make the perfect costume for Zen so let me just


  • Halloween isn’t really Jaehee’s thing
  • she never really…saw the point
  • if she lived in a neighborhood she’d be the person to set out a bowl of candy with a note that says “take one please” and just stay in all night with the lights off
  • but MC really really wants Jaehee to come to a halloween party with her
  • and since JAEHEE TOTALLY LOVES MC, she agrees
  • but she’s like ???? how does one “halloween” ???
  • and upon doing some research
  • she finds that a nurse costume is popular among women
  • but she doesnt realize its so popular because its a SEXY NURSE
  • and Jaehee’s just like “yea cool i’ll be a nurse”
  • and actually shows up to the party looking exactly like this:


  • Jumin had never really celebrated halloween before
  • but ever since he started seeing MC
  • they were introducing him to all sorts of new things
  • and he really loved it
  • so he would probably end up loving halloween too, right?
  • a few days before halloween MC comes running into his room
  • “Jumin, Jumin! what do you think of my costume?”
  • she was dressed as a princess with a beautiful flowing pink gown and a tiara
  • Jumin’s jaw drops
  • “you look beautiful, my princess”
  • “will you be my prince for halloween? pleeeeaaaseee?”
  • MC makes puppy dog eyes at him
  • Jumin is a little confused, though
  • “don’t princesses usually wish for a knight in shining armor?”
  • “well…i guess so, but-”
  • Jumin grabs MC’s hands and kisses her
  • “please excuse me, my princess. i must go prepare for halloween”
  • oh god
  • so Jumin ends up lookin a little something like this


  • but his favorite thing about halloween 
  • is that the word “spoopy” becomes an acceptable part of his vocabulary again
  • and he decorates his place with cobwebs and skeletons
  • like ok MC visits him on october first
  • there’s like a single jack-o-lantern on his doorstep
  • and some cobwebs 
  • they have his arabic door password memorized
  • but when they say it, it doesnt work
  • so they call Seven
  • “hey dork, what’s your new house password?”
  • “spooky in arabic”
  • …okay…what?
  • “Seven…is there even, like, an arabic word for spooky? i really dont think there is”
  • “enter….if you daareee….”
  • he was talking in a ghostly voice
  • MC just rolls their eyes
  • “some say they see people come in…but never come ooouutttt”
  • yea but when it’s actually halloween Seven prefers to stay inside and watch spooky movies
  • he’s used to spending halloween all by himself
  • but now with MC he has someone else to get spooked with
  • ok unfortunately i couldnt find any pics of this
  • but Seven would literally purchase a catwoman costume and just wear it on halloween


  • V doesnt really like scary things
  • but he likes the other parts of Halloween
  • like little kids getting candy! and carving pumpkins! and dressing up with all your friends!
  • V just really loves to have fun with all his friends okay
  • he also really loves cute halloween costumes
  • i think for halloween V would dress as a gardener and MC would dress as a flower
  • and he’d be all like
  • “my beautiful flower! i love you!”
  • and he absolutely loves handing out candy to little kids
  • he’s the guy whos always like
  • “oh i see we have a pirate, and a princess and-how scary-a vampire!”
  • “what are you dressed as, mister?”
  • “i happen to be a gardener! want to see my lovely flower?”
  • hahaaa yea he loves showing off MC to everyone and telling all the little kids about how one day his beautiful flower came to life and now theyre in love!


  • A
  • every year Saeran does like crazy special effects makeup
  • and goes to like six haunted houses
  • he loves going to haunted houses with MC
  • they way she gets scared and squeezes his hand tightly is just! the most adorable thing on the planet
  • he thought haunted houses were cool before
  • but somehow MC made them more fun
  • he also makes MC watch a ton of scary movies with him
  • which he also loves, since she would always hold onto him real tight
  • Saeran was also really excited to rope MC into his gory halloween costume plans
  • he planned on being a vampire high school student
  • so like a school uniform just like any other student
  • but also cover himself in fake blood
  • and he though MC would make the perfect cheerleader victim
  • so he gives her big nasty bite marks on her neck (with makeup) and a cute little cheerleader outfit
  • and she was like his hot vampire girlfriend
  • halloween with MC was so fun


Stiles Stilinski

(Guess who’s back, back again. Lexa’s back, tell a friend. Finally got around to writing for my boy Stiles Stilinski and I am so happy with how this turned out. Please let me know what you think! It’s not New Year’s where I am yet, but I know it’s already the start of 2017 in other places so Happy New Year’s puddins! Enjoy!)

Happy New Year’s

Was there anything you enjoyed more than sleeping? Probably not, and everyone knew your number one rule. If Y/N is asleep, do not wake her unless it’s an emergency!

Stiles always seemed to forget that rule.

It’s the slamming of the front door and the loud footsteps running up your stairs that wakes you.

You groan because you know who it is.

Stiles comes crashing into your room “Y/N, come on get up!” he says bouncing up and down on your bed and shaking you by the shoulders.

“Stiles, it’s 9:00am. What are you doing here?”

“Babe, it’s 2:00 in the afternoon! Get up, we’re not spending New Year’s Eve in bed.”

“Why not?” you sigh.

“Because, I have something planned for us tonight. So get up!”

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