i never smiled in a picture before

anonymous asked:

can you bless my dysphoric ass with cute photos of mark of got7?

sure thing!!!

lil puppo

yes!!! laugh!!!!! you smile is beautiful!!!!!

ft bam² & the kush hoodie

oh boi oh boi oh boi oh boi oh b

lq cuteness is best cuteness

mlem

coco!!!!!! and fluffy angel boy

he’s a flower angel wow

wow thanks mark The Angel

the smile of ………… yes u guessed it ……. an angel

he’s a(ngel) cutie

wow…………………. we’ve been blessed

get that tongue Away bam²

…………….gay angel

i’ve never played basketball before but………………….. if an Angel asked me to play with him…………………………………. i would

oh sorry i accidentally put the same picture twice my bad haha anyways~

i hope u feel a bit better now <3

anonymous asked:

Because Justin grew up in squalor with his mum, and things were always dirty or broken or something, when Justin moves in with his partner (whoever you ship him with tbh) they'd go out and buy all new clean, matching silverware, plates, bowls, pots, pans, and a nice fresh bedspread so that their place looks nice, clean and put-together. Sometimes his partner will catch him staring at the silverwear drawer and smiling like a fool because he finally has a home where he feels comfortable always.

Lord make me cry! 😭😭😭😭 but this would just be so so cute.

I can also picture him always wanting to do household chores, like washing the dishes, for this exact reason too- because he’s never done it before. It’s like a comfort to him to see all the cutlery in his house, and it actually gets used.

Justin would just be so grateful and never stop appreciating everything he and his s/o has. And he’d constantly be cuddled up with his s/o as often as possible. There’d always be scented candles burning in the house and it’d be spotless. Another headcanon I have- he’d learn to love reading. So he and his s/o would just be sitting on the couch together reading, and this would probably lead to a game of footsies and a make out session

so today my professor told us how she found her 8 year old neighbor crying on his way home from school last week and when she asked what happened, he told her that while he was at hockey tryouts these white boys called him the N word and told him that black people couldn’t play hockey. she felt so bad for him because she said he was always sweet and well mannered to her. she convinced her brother to give up his tickets to see the Flyers vs Habs game so she could give it to her neighbor. somehow he ended up meeting Wayne Simmonds and the boy’s father told him what happened.

apparently Wayne had a really sad look on his face after he heard what happened but he told the kid to not give up even though people’s words can hurt. and when Wayne told the kid that he believed in him and that he could be the greatest hockey player in the world and maybe even play for the Flyers one day if he didn’t give up, the kid started to cry. later Wayne gave the boy his email address and said that if those boys ever messed with him again, that he was to email him and that he would have his back.

after the boy and father thanked Wayne, he had a big smile on his face and just said, “us handsome fellas gotta stick together, eh?”

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So I’ve been overwhelmed by the black panther comicon appearance and I’ve been dwelling on how revolutionary the black panther movie is going to be, what it’s going to mean to countless people when this movie comes out and how long we still have to go, So I decided to put this short photoset together to illustrate exactly how big of a deal it is and how it is bigger than one person.

it’s so bittersweet because when I was younger (especially growing up where I did, a black kid in Finland) I really wished I had more access to imagery and media that reflected who I was because it would have made my life radically different for the better and I wouldn’t be at 26 (STILL) doing damage control but on the flipside, I’m so in awe of all of the beautiful talent in 2016 that younger black kids are able to see and be inspired by.

I think I was like 4 years old when I conciously picked up race and color via watching Disney’s “Aladdin” and I noticed how Jafar, the evil royal guards etc the villains were more ethnic looking or a shade darker than the “good” characters.

it’s insidious because you’re seeing something but at age 4, you don’t have the comprehension skill or knowledge to break it down and see it for what it is (Colorism, Societal bias against black people which is rooted in centuries of white supremacist doctrine, society associates things that are dark/darker colors with evil, danger, ugliness, dirt etc) and reject it.

so you pick it up and see it on a surface level and you think to yourself “well darker must mean ugly, criminal and less human”…then what happens when you look at yourself in the mirror and find out that you are black?


  how is that going to impact how you see yourself?

and guess what? if a 4 year old black kid can pick that up and internalize that about him/her/themselves….then a white kid can sponge up the same language and imagery that dehumanizes black people too (subconciously/conciously)…what happens when when these people grow up? become teachers, doctors, law enforcement etc? what kind of impact is that going to have?

I’m going off on a tangent and that’s just one personal example but society does that on a global grand scale and it is largely unchecked.

but honestly though,look at the photoset and think about how many talented people out there that we love and respect….who would NOT have achieved the things they did if it wasn’t for another person before them inspiring them to reach their goals and acting as trail blazers when it seemed as though it was impossible….then think about the flipside and how many people, with all the potential in the world, never lived to become great because they were met with more images dehumanizing them than ones uplifting them…this is why the fight for HONEST representation is important and it continues.

argh, I didn’t plan on typing anything but I got in my feelings after watching this again

…anyway, here are some pictures to make you smile, the next gen gives me hope

and if none of that gets you going, here is a video of Michael Jackson surprising James Brown on stage and then thanking him for being his biggest influence (BET awards, 2003)

imagine how big and buff Drax’s wife was. like drax has a picture of her and Peter is like “holy shit who’s that giant lady?!?” And drax smiles rlly fondly and is like “that’s my Hovat…” and Peter is like “dude why does she look so…..pissed off.” And he’s like “that was our wedding day. I’ve never seen her so happy before” like pls give me the giant hulking grey lady who hates dancing. She can suplex Drax and fucking hates music. One time some one swore they saw her punch a fucking drum.

Ok honestly though I can see Percy always been photographed by girls in public and he gets really embarrassed and awkward like…

-Ever since he came back from Camp Jupiter stronger and with a new tattoo, girls have given him even more attention, especially reg. humans.

-Like he’ll be in the airport or in a coffee shop, and girls will start taking his picture since they find him cute.

-The first time it happens, Piper is the one to inform him since before Percy was completely oblivious. 

-Whenever he figures out that girls are taking pictures of him he kinda gives an awkward smile and nod that the girls find cute.

-One time a girl went up to him and flirted and was just like “uhhh I have a girlfriend.” and when she went “why am I not surprised?” Percy was beet red the rest of the day.

-Although Annabeth wants to stab all of these girls, she also knows that Percy would never cheat on her, and so she instead usually teases him about it, saying stuff as “Looks like I have some competition Seaweed Brain.”

What I observed about nationalities working in a museum [in Vienna]

RUSSIANS (mostly older people)

-       speak German more often than English (and pretty well, too)

-       seem either cold or make jokes

-       just start speaking to you in Russian even though you don’t understand a word. Ask in Russian if you can speak Russian. The answer is always no.

-       sometimes make trouble (touch objects and such)

-       don’t always follow the rules (keep using the flash even though you’ve already asked them not to do it 3 times)

-       are the loudest and biggest groups

-      the young people explain stuff to their families

ITALIANS

-       walk in saying ‚buongiorno’ with a smile

-       behave really well

-       proud to see italian art

-       sometimes chat with you

-       are very happy if you can say even one simple word like ‚grazie’

-       even kids respect art

-       are not as loud as you’d think

FRENCH

 -       are the most low-key people ever

-       seem glad if you can respond to them in French

-       ask where to find a picture but don’t know the artist

-       never make any problems.

-       Good manners

GERMANS

-       humorous and make jokes

-        very nice

-       behave correctly

-       will laugh and say sorry when they set off the alarm

-       complain that we kick them out 10 min before we’re officially closed (‚WE STILL GOT 10 MINUTES!!’)

NORTH AMERICANS

-       literally the nicest people you’ll ever meet

-       will sometimes chat with you

-       ‚how did you know I was from the south? Where are YOU from?!’

-       smile a lot

-       apologize and say ‚thanks’ all the time

-       are cool with everything??

SPANISH SPEAKING PEOPLE

-       ‚Where is Velázquez? ;)’

-       Speak Spanish. Speak slower Spanish when they realize you don’t speak Spanish

-        Loud and friendly


AUSTRIANS

-       sometimes act as if they own the place

-       complain

-       smile

JAPANESE

-       ask for stuff in Japanese even though they don’t know yet that you speak it

-       may chat with you in Japanese

-       may insist on replying in English

-       ask if you’re really not Japanese while looking at you extremely suspiciously

-       apologize for speaking in English first even though you know Japanese and they had no way of knowing that

-       never ever make problems

-       either first to come or last to leave

-       really impressed with the art

-       try to figure out everything by themselves

CHINESE

-       out of Asian visitors the louder ones

-       speak mostly really good English

-       have really fast guided tours

-       good manners

People from wherever: you close in 20 minutes, why can’t you let us in? why are you closing so early?! Disappointed. *probably thinking Fuck Vienna*

tbc

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“For a picture that’s only a couple years old, Josie looks so young. It’s her smile, I think. Her smile never aged.”

sorry for the lack of colour and finish on this. i wanted to get this done, but have been busy preparing to move home. it’s not a big move at all, but moving is always stressful. also my tablet pen conked out before i got a chance to do flat colours and the text, whoops.

but this scene! it’s just so…i’ve been listening to this show for almost four years now, and it’s like these characters have become a wee, strange, fictional family to me, and so this seriously hit me on several personal levels, right in my heart. this was just such a sad, yet sweet moment between josie and her friends, i’m glad they got a chance to meet <3

L’Uomo Vouge (Smut)

MASTERLIST

A/N: Requested. Hope this is okay. 

Word count: 2,053

“Dude, there’s legit one saying she wants to lick your face while riding you” I laughed, pointing at my computer screen.

Shawn was standing beside the bed shaking his head lightly. He leaned forward, planting both his palms on each side of my body, leaning further down to me.

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No, Seriously.

It irritates me so much that people turn a blind eye to B.A.P. And no, this isn’t just because I find them cute or hot or anything like that.

B.A.P is seriously the most different kpop group​ out there. I can say that with confidence. Absolute confidence.

Other groups out there produce the most trending music. They create hard dances. Show off their bodies and aegyo to get fans. At the end of the day, all of that fades. Bodies fade. Music trends die. Doing cute stuff when your thirty loses it’s appeal. 

It’s all be done before. A cycle of unoriginality mixed in with what’s the most popular thing right now creates​ stardom. It ceates​ main stream groups and the same old songs just with different keys and different vocals.

Here’s where I make my point.

B.A.P, the six men that make up the band. It isn’t all about smiling. It isn’t about putting off the picture perfect boy group, where everything is cookie cutter with them. No, it isn’t.

B.A.P has been through things most people never do in their lives. Contracts that pay them less money than minimum wage. Being forced to work when sick and having other issues. Eating disorders. Suicidal thoughts. Alcoholism. Lawsuits that make them lose a huge amount of their fanbases. They’ve been through struggles I hope no one else has to go through, sincerely.

I was just minding my business today, but a song popped up in my head. Their song ‘Wake Me Up’. I listened to it, and unconciously clicked on ‘1004’. I watched their old episodes of Weekly Idol, and voyaged further back into their history. Watching their performances and their interactions.

In the end it left me thinking: Do people not see what the lawsuit did to them? Do they not see how strong they are? How they decided to put out harder songs about real issues in the world rather than gain back popularity with another generic pop song?

They don’t have to dance hard to get your attention. They don’t have to be the best rappers or vocalists to get noticed. If you’re open to deeper concepts than just a school love or sadness over a girl, B.A.P is perfect.

And that’s what makes them unique to me. They chose being real and sticking to themselves when they came back from their hiatus. They chose to give out real concepts with their songs. Have you seen the ‘Wake Me Up’ music video? The diversity? The emotion? How the members struggled throughout it?

What about the choreography? Where the leader walks through two other members. Where he takes back the leader position and leads the boys. It makes everything so much more intense, and my heart aches for him. For his axiety and panic disorders. I respect him so much for coming back. I respect all the boys.

Sure, you could go against me and say, “What about ‘Feel So Good’? That song was just upbeat and smiley. They’re fake too.”

They have never been fake. They have never acted like a perfect group. They’re so much more than that. Yes, they put out a smiley song about happiness. But really, how often do they do that concept? How many of their comebacks were about dark situations and deeper stuff?

“But my oppas are special too!”. Yeah, they are. But, just hear me out, what’s their latest comeback about? It it about a girl? Is it EDM? Pop? Maybe they lift their shirts. Maybe they do some wild hip thrusts. Hell, they might even lick their lips and tease.

Is that wrong groups are like that? No. Each group has the right to want to be popular, and find the best way to do it. The only reason I stress this is because it shows how different B.A.P is.

I’m happy your oppas are singing about their first loves and heartbreak when they aren’t even legal yet. I’m happy they’re doing that. Genuinely. It’s popular, and spreads K-pop around the world more. 

Most people start off with the most popular groups before moving to others. So yes, let them sing their heart out. Let them dance in tight pants and shirts that are a little too unbuttoned because that’s what’s popular. And that’s what spreads. Has B.A.P partaken in these actions? Hell yeah. But they don’t make their career about it. Look at all their comeback songs. 'Badman’, 'Warrior’, 'No Mercy’, 'One Shot’, etc. Tell me now, are they generic?

Long story short, before I make a book out of this, B.A.P deserves so much more. 

They might never be the trendy group they were before the lawsuit, but they’ll probably always be the realest group out there. Pumping out songs that challenge society. More than many other groups out there can say.

Go stan them and stan them hard. They deserve it so much. You will never regret it.

Sincerely,

A big ol’ BABY (fandom name of course)

What Passengers Do In Private

Request: “Hi I’d like to request just some jealous sirius, well not jealous more super protective and possessive (is that the word I’m looking for, idk😅) And the reader doesn’t really mind and that’s what makes them the power couple from Hogwarts. Hope you understood everything 😅💚”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: SMUT! POSESSIVE SIRIUS! DADDY KINK UM YES

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The vibrations of the moving train cart caused your head to gently bounce on the glass window you leant against, watching the monotonous landscape sweep by while you waited for your friends to come back after packing their luggage away. You peered up keenly as a knock sounded from the compartment door, only to realise it was one of the prefects, a young man named Johnathan. You nodded at him to come in, and he slid the door, quickly coming to sit beside you.

“How are you (Y/n)?” He asked, sitting a bit too close for comfort. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re all alone in here. I’m just in the cart next door.” He motioned with his thumb. “Would you mind if I kept you company?”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. Always a million questions with this guy; none of which he’d ever wait for you to answer. It was obvious from the way he spoke in a condescending tone that he only initiated these conversations to get into your pants, not caring about actually getting to know you.

“I appreciate it, really Johnathan, but I’m waiting for my friends.” You forced a polite smile, edging away from him.

“Aren’t I your friend?” He questioned, placing his hand firmly on your thigh. At this point your back was up against the train window, attempting to recoil away from his touch. You opened your mouth to reproach him, but was interrupted by the sounds of boyish laughter flooding into the cart, only to be instantly cut off.

Sirius eyed the scene, analysing your uncomfortable posture, as his three friends stood awkwardly in the hallway behind him.

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Isak giggles as Even points the phone at him and snaps a picture of his beautiful figure right now in this moment lying in their bed with his blonde hair tousled against the pillows and his smile so radiant it sends chills up Even’s spine. 

“Eveeeeen stop it” Isak whines through his squeaky laughter at the multiple sounds of the camera. 

“But you’re so fucking beautiful Isak” Even exclaims running his hand through Isak’s soft messy hair. 

“Nei” Isak says softly as he looks up at Even with the brightest loving eyes he has ever seen. 

Isak licks his lips before smiling intently at Even “you are the beautiful one” 

Even wraps his arm around his boyfriend and kisses his cheek while exclaiming “That’s not fair I said it first!” and snapping another photo of Isak’s glowing smile before he throws his hands up over his face and shakes his head through his joyous laughter “evvvvvi no” 

Even instead starts snapping below Isak’s face. Isak’s hands fly away from his eyes as he raises his eyebrows up at his boyfriend, with a grin still pasted on his face. “really Even?” 

Even wrapped his arm under Isak’s head and took his hand. “Okay enough hogging the camera I want to be in the picture.” 

Isak’s body shook with more laughter “you have been the one taking the photos this entire time! I haven’t been hogging!” 

Even laughed at his blonde angel before snapping a million photos of them in a row. He would have taken more if Isak hadn’t stolen the phone from him just to bring his mouth to his. 

later Even is looking through the photos when he stops and shows Isak “I like this one.” 

Isak smiles “me too. I like your smile there.” 

Even grins “you should make it your profile picture and finally get rid of that awful meme” 

Isak laughed and shook his head “nei nei nei” 

he raised his eyebrows “why not?” 

“because it is awwwwkward Even. The boys would never let me live it down. Can you imagine?” He shook his head just at the thought of all the jokes he would get from Jonas alone before getting up to get a drink. 

Even watched as he left, before going into Isak’s insta and posting the pic. 

After all he didn’t say anything about posting it on insta.. 

Manic pixie dream girl says, ‘have you heard this record?’ Manic pixie dream girl says let me save you with this record. Let me put the headphones on for you, and smile, while you listen; cut to your point of view, watch me smile while you listen. Hear that? That’s the sound of you becoming a better person.

I’m gonna paint a picture of a bird on your beige wall without your permission and you’re gonna love it. And you thought you hated birds. See me? Encouraging you to take risks? Manic pixie dream girl wants you to do something you’ve never done before. Like go swing-dancing, or smile. You wanna know my name? You never call me by it anyway. If I had to guess, it would probably be a season, or after a dead actress who you loved as a child.

But this isn’t about me! This is about you, and your cubicle job, your white bedroom, your white Honda, your white mother. Manic pixie dream girl says I’m going to save you. Says, don’t worry, you are still the lead role. This is your love story about the way I teach you to live. Everything they know about me they will learn when it is projected onto you, watch the way you pick up my bad habits and make them look good. Manic pixie dream girl talks too much. Says bad words out loud and cries at the commercials. That makes me a funny woman, right? The kind people like to laugh at? It’s easy to root for you when I act like this, so disagreeable, such a manic dream, dream girl, your almost broken accessory.

Manic pixie dream girls says let’s play make believe with my body. I’ll be a vintage dress in an empty prescription bottle, good girl, just bad enough, a burp and a curtsy. Let me be not too pretty, hair fried from all that pink dye, sex when you need it, puppet when you’re bored. Let me build myself smaller than you, let me apologize when I get caught acting bigger than you. Let me always wait for this, let me work for this.

The convenient thing about being a magical woman is that I can be gone as quickly as I came. And when you are a whole person for the first time, the movie is over. Manic pixie dream girl doesn’t go on; there’s no need for her anymore. Manic pixie dream girl is too dream girl, and you just woke up. Once, I told you I was afraid of my father, and for a moment, I looked so human, the audience lost interest. You saw the crow’s feet at the sides of my eyes and a small chip on my front tooth. I looked just like everyone else.

—  Olivia Gatwood, “Manic Pixie Dream Girl” (a transcript)
My Princess

My Princess (m)

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: smut

I probably went a little too far with this, oh well. Although, this was probably one of my favorites i’ve written so far. Anyway, his was a request from an anon, hope you enjoy :)


Your boyfriend of one year, Jimin, decided for your anniversary he was going to take you to your favorite place, Disneyland. You two loved watching Disney movies together. You especially loved Beauty and the Beast and pretty much any princess movie. Jimin decide to even called you his princess. For your anniversary he made sure to get some time off so you two could spend a long weekend together.

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I’m In Love With My Best Friend – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: Could you write an imagine where you told your sister that you have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set you up with guys, but now she’s coming to visit for surprise and you need a fake boyfriend during your sister’s visit so you ask Cody (your best friend) to pretendbe your boyfriend and everything seems goes right until the act stop being act?

Word Count: 3,141

Warnings: None other than Cody saying a curse word, ha. Fluff?

Author’s Note: Y/S/N = Your Sister’s Name. I did this because in previous imagines where I’ve named a sibling or best friend, some of y’all have mentioned it was weird to read your own name. So I decided to let y’all use your actual sister’s name or come up with the name yourselves if you don’t have a sister.

Also, I sneaked in a line from Gilmore Girls. I wonder if anyone can point it out.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by bysamoylova

“Come on. Come on. Come on.” Y/N whispered repeatedly as the phone rang. She paced back and forth in her bedroom, hoping her best friend would answer. “Pick up the damn ph-”

The sound of her best friend’s groggy and sleepy voice interrupted her rambling. “Hello?”

“It’s about time! Why aren’t you answering your phone? I only called you like a hundred times! I could have been dying and-“

Cody noticed the nervous rush in her voice and rubbed this tired eyes. He cleared his throat before he interrupted her. "Okay, first of all I was filming all night and I just got home a couple of hours ago. Second of all, you’re obviously not dying so this better be good, because as much as I love ya, you know I get cranky when I don’t get enough sleep. Lastly, breathe. Just breathe,” he inhaled and exhaled, which Y/N mimicked, making her feel a little better.

“Now tell me what’s wrong?” He asked groggily yet genuinely concerned at the same time.

“I lied to my sister,” she started as she finally sat on the edge of her bed.

“About…?” He trailed.

“That I had a boyfriend. I only did it so she would stop setting me up with all these guys she knew. I thought my plan would work,” she continued.

Cody hummed, following along with her story with his eyes closed. “I remember you told me that. So, what’s the problem?" 

"The idiot decided to surprise me by coming into town without any warning! Now she’s on her way here, because not only does she miss me, but also because she wants to meet my boyfriend of two months…” she trailed for a second, silently praying Cody would agree to the favor she was about to ask him. “So, I was hoping if you could come over and play the part.”

Cody’s eyes flew wide open. He heard what she said but he still had a hard time believing it. “Come again?” He asked, needing confirmation.

“I need you to be my fake boyfriend for my sister,” she explained as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt nervously. “I promise you, I’ll get you a gift card for Chipotle that will last you for at least three months,” she bargained knowing Chipotle was Cody’s weakness.

Cody quickly sat up, “I’m getting in the shower right now and I’ll meet you at your place.”

Y/N smiled widely. “Seriously, you are the best. Thank you so much.”

“Hey, you know I’d do anything for you,” Cody smiled back even though she couldn’t see him. “What time will your sister get there?“ 

"She said she was about 2 hours away,” she answered.

“Alright, I’ll get there before she does,” he said as he walked into his bathroom. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget the gift card,” Cody smiled as Y/N laughed.

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Request from the one line prompts:
‘Sleep in your car if you don’t like it.’


It finally arrived.
It was one week overdue and Y/N and Harry were both sick of sleeping on a air mattress.
Now their new bed stood perfectly in the middle of the room.
They just moved in together. After two years of dating and happily being in love they moved in together in a nice apartment in London.
They furnished everything together, from the kitchen table to the pillows on their couch. But Y/N wanted to do the bedroom alone. She loved bedrooms. She always loved to decorate her bedrooms with fairy lights and fluffy blankets but she knew she couldn’t do that to Harry now, he would feel deprived of his masculinity.
So she ordered a simple white bed with a headboard that maybe was a bit girly with roses but the metal and vintage look made it unisex. The carpets on each side of the bed were a dusty shade of pink because Y/N knew Harry loved the color, even his phone case was pink.
The drawer was simply white as well and fitted with the bed perfectly. The desk underneath the window would be perfect for her to apply makeup and for him to write songs on while having the best lighting and opportunity to look outside.
Her favorite part though was the wall across from the bed. She put a map of the world as a cork board on it. Every city they visited was pinned with a picture of them and it looked absolutely amazing. All the other pictures she loved of them that had nothing to do with traveling hing over the headboard of the bed, filters on the pictures to create a ombre look, from pink to black and white.
The silky sheets she put on the bed were the same color as the carpets and when she stood back to admire her work she couldn’t help but beam proudly.
Just as Harry came home she placed pinkish rose petals all over the floor and bed, the last touch to her surprise.
“Darling?” she heard him call for her from downstairs.
“Bedroom.” she shouted back and waited sheepishly for him to open the door.
When he did his smile fell a bit when he saw what happened to the bedroom. His eyes wandered over the pictures on the wall, the bed, the map and then finally landed on Y/N.
“What do you think?” she pressed. He hesitated for a moment before he once again studied his surroundings.
“I mean… At least we don’t have to sleep on that air mattress anymore.”
Y/N’s smile fell immediately, her mouth open in shock. A part of her hoped he would start laughing in a second and tell her that he was joking and absolutely loved it but he never did.
She scoffed and turned away to leave the room, hitting his shoulder on her way.
“Sleep in your car if you don’t like it.” she mumbled bitterly.
“What? Baby…” he sighed and grabbed her hand.
“I’m not trying to upset you, darling. It’s just… very girly.”
“Well, you live with a girl now. Should have thought about that earlier.”
“And I did.” he chuckled softly.
“You know I want nothing more than to share a home with you.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t be such an ass when I do something nice for our home.” she bit back.
“You’re right. And I’m sorry for how I reacted I was just a bit surprised. I mean I love pink, you know I do.” he smiled and pulled his phone out to shore her his pink case.
“Really, it looks very beautiful. It’s very you and I love that. I love you. Thank you, angel.” he said and wrapped his arms around her waist in a tight hug.
She hesitated for a moment before she sighed in defeat and hugged him back.
“I thought you’d like it.” she whispered.
“And I do, baby. Really, I love it.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” he nodded.
“You’re not just saying that because you don’t want to sleep in the car?”
He laughed and shook his head.
“No. I’m saying it because you put a lot of effort into it and you did absolutely amazing.”


A while later they were laying in bed together, tangled up in each other and covered by the pink sheets. Y/N pressed a kiss to the top of Harry’s head which was resting on her chest.
“Love?” he asked.
“Hmm?” she hummed.
“Would you have actually made me sleep in the car?” he questioned looked up at her.
“Like… You wouldn’t even have let me sleep on that damn air mattress or the couch? Even the floor?”
“No.” she giggled and stroked through Harry’s hair lovingly.
“Assholes don’t get to sleep in the house.”
“Have to remember that.”

Not on Your Life (Sherlock x Reader)

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

“Come now Sherlock. You aren’t presently occupied. Besides, we both know I’ve better things to do,” Mycroft reasoned.

“Fine,” Sherlock huffed. “But don’t get the idea that it’s to help you. It’s just a convenient way to further my research is all.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, brother dear.” Mycroft gave his tight-lipped smile. “Just get it done.”

“Mr. Holmes…” Both brothers turned toward the new voice. In the doorway was a new assistant Sherlock hadn’t seen before. His eyes quickly skimmed over your appearance. Like all of Mycroft’s previous assistants you were in black designer clothing. Except unlike the others, your high heels were reflective gold and probably cost more than the entire flat you were standing in. Your makeup was pristine and meticulously done along with your waved hair. Everything on you was designer from head to toe, including the phone you held out in front of you. “Apologies, I meant Mr. Mycroft Holmes.”

“Is it who I think it is?” he asked turning to you.

“Afraid so,” you replied with a slight smile. He rolled his eyes before taking the phone from your hand and stepping downstairs. You leaned against the door frame and crossed your arms, awaiting the elder brother’s return.

“You’re new,” Sherlock stated. He stood in front of you and you had to look up to meet his gaze.

“Just to you,” you replied.

“I’ve always wondered where Mycroft found all is assistants. The real mystery though is where they go once he’s done with them.”

“An island in the middle of the Atlantic,” you replied nonchalantly. “But that’s only if you don’t do well. It’s part of the job orientation. They make you sail past it so you know what awaits you if your late too many times.” Sherlock gave the slightest hint of a laugh.

“You’re an interesting one,” Sherlock began. “Very highly educated for being so young. Fluent in 3 languages, not including English. Physically fit, charismatic, and a natural leader. Your skills are wasted as an assistant.”

“You’re really keen on me being an assistant, aren’t you?” you smirked. Sherlock squinted at you.

“Of course, you are what else would you be?” You smiled innocently and shrugged your shoulders. “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?” you asked.

“You know who I am,” he said, not a bit amused.

“Oh, someone’s confident,” you laughed. “I feel like I might have seen you before. Maybe in the lonely hearts section of the newspaper. Or the side of a milk carton.”

“I’m Sherlock Holmes,” he huffed. “And if you’ve seen me in the newspaper it would be on the front cover.”

“Oh that’s right I’ve heard that name,” you said. “I never really looked at you in the pictures. I was too distracted by the other man your always with. The cute blonde one,” you said with a smirk. “Is he here? I’d love a chance to get to know him.” Sherlock narrowed his eyes at you. He wanted to be annoyed with you but he couldn’t deny that your snarky attitude was refreshing compared to the other dull people he usually conversed with. He still didn’t like it though. Or more accurately, he didn’t like that he liked it.

“What’s your name?” he asked again.

“Your brother elects to call me Apollo,” you answered.

“Why would he do that?” Sherlock said confused.

“Because when you join Mycroft Holmes’s team you become so important you get a code name,” you replied smiling. “And because I’m a sun god.”

“That’s all you’re going to tell me?”

“That’s all I’m going to tell you,” you smiled.

“Anyway you’d tell me more?” You shrugged.

“Anything’s possible I suppose.”

“What if I took you to dinner?” You laughed.

“Please,” you scoffed. “You couldn’t afford me, sweetheart.”

“Aah,” Sherlock drawled. “High maintenance are you?”

“Oh you wouldn’t believe,” you said with an exaggerated hair flip. Before Sherlock could press you for  more information Mycroft returned. He handed you the phone and turned his attention back to Sherlock.

“You’ve got three days, Sherlock. Three,” he emphasized.

“I’ll do it in one,” he said smugly. He looked at you and you rolled your eyes. Mycroft looked between you and Sherlock and eyes lit up with realization. He turned back to his brother.

“Like I said, just get it done.” He gave a forced smiled and made his way downstairs with you following close behind. When you got to the landing you stopped and turned back. Sherlock got excited, hoping for your name, your number or… something. He smiled smugly and expectantly.

“Do tell that John I said hi,” you smiled. “And if he has the time he can reach me through Mycroft.” Sherlock’s face fell and you laughed before turning to rejoin his brother. He went to the window and watched as his brother held the door open for you, something he’d never seen him do for anyone. You must be more than an assistant. Or maybe just Mycroft’s new project.

~*~

Sherlock recounted the event later that evening with John.

“Wish I had been there,” he said. “I quite enjoy watching people give you a hard time.”

“She was inquiring about you,” Sherlock said. John sat up straighter and leaned forward a bit.

“Did she?”

“She did,” Sherlock said irritated. “Though I don’t even know why I’m telling you.”

“Well what did she say?” John asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes.

“She said she’d like to get to know you. And if you had time, you can reach her though Mycroft.” John laughed and bit his thumb with a boyish smile.

“Really?”

“Yes really,” Sherlock said annoyed.

“Is she pretty?” John asked.

“Do you remember Anthea?”

“Oh yeah,” John said with a grin.

“Anthea’s hideous compared to her.”

John scrambled out of his chair and rushed into the kitchen to grab he phone. He quickly punched in some numbers before grabbing his coat.

“Mycroft? Yeah it’s John… I was just talking to Sherlock…”

Sherlock didn’t get to hear how the rest of the conversation went because before he knew it John was out the door hailing a cab. He huffed and grabbed his violin. But before he could play a note his phone vibrated. It was a text from Mycroft. All it said was “: )”. Sherlock threw the phone against the wall.

3

****

“What the hell?!” Jughead jolted upright from his position on the blow up mattress, dangerously close to the ground. Archie followed quickly, falling out of his bed in a tangle of sheets and limbs.

“It’s my phone! It’s just my phone!” He shouted more to himself than to Jughead, they had both been woken up abruptly by the obnoxious ringtone coming from Archie’s speakers. “We connected my phone to my Bluetooth speakers last night, I must have forgotten to turn it off!”

Jughead put his hands to his ears as Archie fumbled with his phone, he was still half asleep and in his daze he couldn’t figure out how to turn it off.
“It’s just Betty, we were supposed to meet up this morning to pick up Veronica’s birthday present from the jewelers, I totally forgot! Will you turn this damn thing off!” He chucked his phone at Jughead, who caught it with surprising ease.

Rubbing his eyes, Jughead looked down at the phone, instantly stopping dead in his tracks. There on Archie’s iPhone screen was the most beautiful picture of Betty he had ever seen. She was in a simple tank top, her long blonde hair down and straight looking like it was made of pure silk, and the lightest red lipstick, the most amazing thing about the photo was that it seemed to capture her eyes shifting from green to blue, a sign that she was content and relaxed. He couldn’t stop staring.

“Dude what the hell? Is it broken? Why won’t it turn off, just answer it!” Archie moaned, throwing himself back onto his bed and burying his face in his pillow. Jughead cleared his throat as he tore his eyes away from the screen and pressed accept.

“Hello?”

“Good morning! Geez, it took you quite some time to answer the phone. Wait? Is this Jughead? I recognize that voice anywhere.” She giggled into the speaker and he instantly felt his shoulders relax and any tension leave his body.

“You caught me, it’s just your friendly homeless teen, Archie said he’ll be there soon, he overslept. After you and Archie finish up, wanna grab a burger with the gang? My treat.” Jughead could practically feel her nodding excitedly , she wrapped up the conversation with a quick
“See you later Juggie.”

Closing the call Jughead stared at the picture Archie had assigned to her contact. He couldn’t get over this picture.
“When did you take this?” He asked the red headed boy.

“What?” Archie asked looking up from his pillow.

“This picture. When did you take this picture of Betty?” Jughead asked handing Archie his phone.

Archie stared at the screen for a second and smiled with a shrug

“I don’t know, last year maybe, I’ve really gotta update it, don’t let Betty know I have that one of her, she’d kill me. You should see the one Veronica has of Betty” Archie whistled lowly “smoking” he grinned at the beanie wearing boy and nudged him, Archie was the only one Jughead had told about his fairly deep crush on the beautiful blonde next door, at first it had been awkward but slowly Archie realized he just wanted his two best friends to be happy.

“Veronica has one too?” Jughead asked incredulously, how did he not know about this?

“Sure thing.” Archie threw on his letterman jacket and waved at Jughead promising to be home for Burgers at Pops. Walking over to the window he looked down and saw Archie running over to Betty and scooping her up in a hug as she shoved him away and flipped her ponytail.

What he’d give to be able to just hug her whenever he felt like it, he wanted to have pictures of her on his phone. He wanted to be the one she called up at eight in the morning. He knew Archie and Betty were just friends, both of them having clarified this to the group multiple times, but it didn’t ease the ache he felt when he saw her name pop up on Archie’s phone. Damnit, now he had no choice but to see Veronica’s picture of Betty .

The day passed slowly as Jughead worked on his novel and raided Fred Andrews snack cabinet, before he knew it Archie was calling for him from down the stairs.

“Come on Bro, burgers await. Betty’s already there with Veronica!”

Jughead nearly tripped down the stairs,
burgers and Betty?
Total package.

Walking through the clear glass doors of Pops, he instantly spotted the honey blonde ponytail, it was almost like a halo calling him over. He slid into the booth right beside Betty as Archie plopped down beside Veronica.

“Hey.” She smiled softly at Jughead, he smiled back before asking

“Can I borrow your phone?”

Betty seemed taken aback for a minute but quickly recovered with a giggle

“I’m doing great, thanks for asking” she pulled out her phone and placed it in his open palm.

“Thanks” he smiled goofily turning to Veronica.

“Can I borrow your phone?” He asked, the same smile gracing his face

“Hey!” Betty started as Veronica hesitantly handed him her phone

“You are so weird” Veronica rolled her eyes with a smirk.

He quickly used Betty’s phone to dial Veronica, staring at the screen as a glowing image of Betty popped up.

“Oh god, that picture.” He heard her mumble from his right.

The picture was absolute sin, Betty’s tan skin glowing and her blonde hair left loose and wavy.
He had never seen “bed eyes” before but he knew now he would never be able to look into Betty’s bright green ones the same again, they were so sensual and seductive staring into the camera as she pouted, don’t even get him started on that Shirt. He wanted this picture and he wanted it now.

“Veronica took that at a sleepover, I was just being silly. I’ve asked her to change it over and over again.” Betty rolled her eyes, snatching her phone away.

Jughead had to stop himself from physically moaning as the picture disappeared from the screen.

“What’s up with your infatuation with phone pictures?” Betty asked questioningly.

Jughead looked up at her and shrugged
“I don’t have one of you, I’ve never even seen a picture of you, other than your school pictures.”

Betty smiled scrolling through her phone before handing it to him

“That’s you.” She giggled pointing to Jugheads name and the picture beside it. It was one she had taken a few months ago when they went to visit the national history museum, Jughead was beanieless and staring right into the camera, his hair messy and his eyes relaxed, if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a smile popping through
“It’s my favorite picture.” She whispered, close to his ear.

Jughead turned away from the phone and swallowed hard
“I still don’t have one of you.” He mumbled out, reaching to take her hand underneath the table.

Betty smiled softly, her eyes sparkling
“Well that just won’t do.”

And so two weeks later after Jughead had finally gained enough courage to ask the love of his life out on an actual date, Betty’s picture appeared on the screen of his phone on a Saturday morning at 8 o clock. It was a picture of the two of them actually, faces smooshed together in a goofy looking kiss. And when Betty got angry at him for never answering his phone his answer was always the same

“Sorry, I just get distracted.”