sorry this is awful and really.... questionable

“You’re up early,” Dragon commented. “And you were out late, from what I’m seeing on the web.  Trouble sleeping?”

“I don’t sleep,” Hannah confessed.  “Not really, since I got my powers.”

“Oh?  Me either.”

Interesting. I wonder what Dragon’s reason for that is.

Colin leaned back and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, “I’d give my left foot for that little perk.”

Hannah nodded.  There were others like her?  She asked the computer screen, “Do you remember?”

“Sorry?  I don’t understand,” Dragon replied.

Aw, she thought for a moment she could have someone to relate to.

“Nevermind.”  If Dragon did remember, Hannah knew the answer to that question would have been different.  Dragon was too smart to miss the connection.


When Cassandra asks Lavellan if they believe in the maker

What Lavellan says: I believe in Elven Gods.

What they mean: your religion is single highhandedly responsible for the almost complete destruction of my culture and it’s people and every time someone calls me the Herald of Andraste it serves as a slap in the face, not only because of the injustices done on my people, but also because it shows that your people really don’t give a shit about all the awful things they did to mine. so to answer your question, no. i don’t believe in The Maker, and I don’t appreciate being called the Herald, but both are being shoved in my face constantly anyways so why does it even matter what I think?

BNHA Headcanons part 2

Cuz ive rested and have no impulse control


- I really like the idea of him being like Captain Holt from B99.

- He once stared at a wall for five straight hours. Momo declared he was obviously thinking about life itself. He was actually just wondering what would happen if Pinocchio said “I’m lying.” When he told Izuku later they delved into a very intense conversation that has yet to be settled.

- His worst subject is English. 

- His favorite color is yellow. When asked why, he just shrugs. But in reality its because his mom really liked keeping marigolds in the house when he was younger.


- This boi can style hair. Nobody believes him for a long time when he accidentally made a snide comment about it. Kiri is the only one who bothers to see if its true, and sports some crazy braids for a couple days. The girls are too scared to really ask for him to theirs tho. They don’t realize he actually really likes doing it. It reminds him of sitting around his mom’s hair salon.

- Cannot tell a joke. He’s tried. Three people left crying, and somehow Izuku was pissed. Nobody talks about that day.

- “Sorry for the mean, awful, accurate things I said.”

- Has gotten into a screaming match with both a parrot and a kitten. The Bakusquad no longer takes him to pet stores.


- “My last fuck just flew out the window, right behind Todo’s.”

- Really likes to ask questions. No one is safe. “Seriously, Shoji, do you have an actual mouth or…?”

- Is that person who would own a tarantula and name it Sweetums. 

- Has drop kicked Mineta roughly seventeen (17) times. She’s going for a world record.

- Has a really nice voice. 


- Has never actually played a pokemon game. Prefers Digimon. Kirishima nearly disowned him.

- Actually really respectful of personal bubbles. Mostly cuz he’s scared he’ll accidentally electrocute you. Hugs are rare. 

- Never actually falls asleep during class. He actually just daydreams about random stuff.

- Irrationally scared of being invited to a pool party. Only swims if he’s the only one in the pool. But he’s not much of a swimmer to begin with.


- Hates texting. Prefers phone calls.

- She discovered her quirk by hitting the coffee table during a fit. They couldn’t figure out how to get it down for three hours. 

- Is actually really fascinated by architecture. 

- Her bucket list consists of going on a bungee jumping spree in which she makes herself levitate halfway down to give the people running it a minor heart attack, and learning how to tango. She cannot dance, so the second thing will take a while.


- Not a morning person. She’s actually rather terrifying. 

- Is not afraid to deck someone for touching her or her friends without consent. Bakugou witnessed this once, and she has since unknowingly earned his respect. 

- Will cut your sandwiches into fun shapes and goes into mom mode when her friends are sick. Has carried nearly everyone to Recovery Girl for being sick with the flu. 

- Her mom likes to tell her that her hair is like that cuz of a curse that was put on her as a baby. She believes her a little more everyday.

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i’ll show you || stiles stilinski (!!)

author: @broodybell 
pairing: stiles x reader
word count: 4,609 (I’M SORRY)

warnings: NSFW — strong language, kissing, teasing, oral (male recieving), unprotected sex, fingering 

authors note: i know this took me so long and i’m so sorry, but it’s finally here! thank you for requesting @ephemeral-stilinski :) 

summary: reader breaks up with her girlfriend and goes to lydia’s party to take her mind off things. reader and stiles finally catch up and he persuades her to let him teach her new things. 

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anonymous asked:

Sometimes I wonder if poeple don't take Phil too seriously (and partly it is because Phil himself doesn't want to show himself too serious) but I mean this is the man who was with Dan when he made the decision to drop out, and somehow had to help him through it (and those were the years where I do believe Dan's crisis were quite strong ones), he also somehow sticked by Dan's side when he was in his 2012!period which I'm sure affected (hurt) Phil as well. What do you think?

Anyone who doesn’t take Phil seriously isn’t paying very much attention to Phil. 

He’s someone who made an entire career out of something that wasn’t a career, just on the grounds that he wanted to be doing something he liked for a living. That takes a little bit of luck, sure, and he did start out in the fortunate situation of having parents who helped support him. I don’t want to seem like I’m being blind to his advantages, because I’m sure as hell not. 

But luck and rich parents alone can’t make an empire out of nothing. It also takes determination and faith in himself and work. A whole lot of fucking work. I don’t mean at making videos; I mean at building connections, setting goals and seeing them happen, reaching out and finessing the luck he was granted into something sustainable long term. He took an offer to do a segment on BBC radio and turned it into a years long weekly stint on a popular radio show. Dan was part of it, but back when they first started with BBC Phil was by far the more influential name with a bigger subscriber base. 

You can see elements of the same attitude in everything Dan and Phil do, and I don’t want to diminish Dan’s role in it but the pattern of behavior is so strongly Phil: they’re offered a book, they spend a year writing it and make it the best book they could make. They have to do signings, they turn it into a year long stage show. Crunchy Roll and Dragon City want them to do a sponsored video, they end up sponsoring the entire show. That’s what people underestimate in Phil, I think - the guy who see what he wants, ignores that it shouldn’t really be possible, does it anyway. 

I think you’re right that it isn’t a side of Phil that we’re really supposed to see, because Phil has such a firm sense of boundary between what is for an audience and what isn’t. Just like we don’t see business-guy-Phil except in the sense that we see the final product that emerges, we also don’t see supportive-partner-Phil except in the final product that emerges: Dan himself, and Dan’s dedication to Phil, his constant almost-awe of everything Phil does despite the more immediate fond mocking we see in actual videos. 

Am I even answering your question? Sorry, I just have strong feelings on the minimization of Phil’s complexity that happens in phandom. Actually, reading it back, it seems like you were asking more about if I thought that Phil was as hurt in 2012 as Dan was; the answer is yes, of course, I totally agree with you, anon. That definitely goes back to Phil having a stronger boundary between what is for an audience and what isn’t. Dan handled his upset by slamming figurative doors and shouting at us across the room, Phil handled it by just quietly locking that door and effectively shutting us out of his mental process for years. But it feels like it should go without saying that just because someone doesn’t want hundreds of thousands of people he doesn’t know to know when he’s hurt or upset, it doesn’t mean those feelings don’t exist. 

Sketch || Jughead Jones

Request from @carmineofmidgardHey !!i was wondering if you could write something with artist!reader x jughead fluff ? These are some Van Gogh quotes that I like, you could use them as like prompts: Art is to console those who are broken by life.

A/N: This my first oneshot ever written! I hope this fulfills your request!

Gif by @juptern


“Art is to console those who are broken by life.” -Vincent Van Gogh

Saying you’ve had a tough life was an understatement. Your father had left the family when you were very little to be with his secretary leaving you and your mom alone. Your mom, while you adored her, kept pushing for you to become a doctor. She wanted you to have a successful and self-sustaining career; one that she never got to have. You on the other hand wanted to be an artist. Ever since your dad left, you loved to draw pictures of fantasy. Castles, dragons, princesses, and princes. Anything that could draw your mind away from your mom crying at night and less frequent phone calls from your happy father was a plus. Eventually, your drawings evolved into portraits. Well, secret portraits. You drew almost everyone in the school, but no one more than Jughead Jones III. Jughead fascinated you, and truth be told, you had a crush on him. How you could crush on someone that you knew nothing about and who didn’t even know your name was anyone’s best guess. As far as you could tell, the only thing you and Jughead had in common was the fact that you were both loners. That’s it.

You and Jughead had off fifth period and you both spent that time in the library, but not sitting next to each other or even near each other. Unfortunately, Reggie and his group also hung out in the library. It was an average Friday and you had just sat down in your chair in the library when Jughead came in, sitting in a chair across the room from you. Just as you pulled your sketchbook to draw, he pulled out his laptop to write. What he was writing, you had no idea. You began to draw the simple outlines of his face, gently moving your pen along the paper. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows and you attempted to capture his facial structure and his emotions. You were so immersed with your drawing that you didn’t notice Reggie peering of your shoulder wearing a wolfish grin. He waited for the librarian to leave the room to copy some papers before he stood up and made his way over to you. Within the span of a second, Reggie quickly pulled the sketchbook from your hands, loudly proclaiming,

“Well, what do we have here, Y/N?”

Everyone in the library looked up from what they were doing, including Jughead. In a flash, you were on your feet, attempting to get your sketchbook back from Reggie.

“Give it back, Reggie!”

Reggie chortled as he looked through your sketches. He had struck gold.

“Everyone, look! Y/N’s got a thing for Norman Bates over here!”

Reggie held up your sketches for everyone to see. Panic and embarrassment flooded your senses and tears began to well up in your eyes as everyone began to laugh at you. Everywhere you looked you could see people laughing. Then you made eye contact with Jughead. He wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t even smiling. He was looking at you intensely, but he wasn’t glaring. There was a look of concern there as well. It was too much for you to bear and you quickly ran out of the library, down the hallway, and out of the school. Knowing you couldn’t go home without your mother knowing you were skipping class, you began the trek to Pop’s.

Pop knew you were upset the moment you walked into the diner. You were always so exuberant, always saying hello and asking him about his family first chance you got. But now? You were silent. Pop looked over at you and smiled softly.

“You want the usual?”

You nodded and sat in one of the booths, your back facing the door. Pop came over with a chocolate milkshake.

“It’s on me.” Pop said and winked.

You smiled gratefully at him and slowly sipped the milkshake, the familiar taste bringing you some relief. Then you remembered you left your backpack in the library. Your sketchbook. Reggie probably still had it. He was probably running copies of your sketches of Jughead to put up all over the school to humiliate you as much as he could. You felt the hot sting of tears coming back as you remembered the laughs and Jughead’s stare and quickly wiped them away. You didn’t know how long you were sitting there, just thinking about the day’s events before a jingle sounded out around the diner as the front door opened. You didn’t pay much attention to it, swirling your straw around the almost empty glass before you heard something being placed down on the floor beside you. You looked to your side and saw your backpack along with a figure standing right next to you. You knew those black pants and shoes. You froze as you realized who it was and slowly looked up, making eye contact for the second time that day with Jughead Jones III who had your sketchbook in his hand.

“I believe this is yours,” he said as he handed it to you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you shakily took the sketchbook back.

“Y/N, right?”

You nodded.


Your quiet voice was raw from crying and Jughead took notice. He gestured to the seat in front of you.

“Can I sit?”

You nodded, not trusting your own voice. With a quiet “thanks,” he took a seat and the two of you were silent for a moment. You swallowed again. You had to say something.

“How did you know where I was?”

You mentally smacked yourself. Really, out of everything you could’ve said, that’s what your brain came up with? Jughead raised his eyebrows at you.

“I didn’t actually. I came here because I was gonna grab a bite to eat before dropping your stuff off at your house.”

Your cheeks became bright red as you imagined Jughead in your house. Not that you’ve fantasized about that way too many times.

“Well, um, thank you. For giving me back my sketchbook and backpack and all,” you said. “How did you get them back?”

You remembered Reggie’s mean laugh as he held the sketchbook above your head and flinched at the memory. Jughead chuckled at your question.

“It wasn’t easy, let’s just say that.”

You smiled for the first time since the morning and looked down.

“They’re really good,” Jughead said.

You looked up at him inquisitively.

“Your sketches I mean.”

Your heart plunged to your stomach again as you remembered his stare across the room. You looked down again.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “It probably looks like I’m some weird stalker or something.”

You were silent as you waited for his response.

“Aw, that’s a shame,” Jughead said and you looked up at him again, confused by his nonchalant response. “I was kinda hoping you were. Would’ve made a great storyline for my novel.”

He smirked at you and you, realizing he was joking, smiled along with him. Jughead pointed at your empty glass.

“Can I buy you another milkshake?”

You smiled.

“I’d like that.”


A/N: I hope that was okay! Let me know what you thought!

First Night

Part Three to Nap Date.
Find Part Two here!
(Also this picture is perfect, messing with his ring and the fucking water bottle)

Today was the day. Finally the day that Shawn and Y/n confessed their love in front of all their friends and families. 

She stood in a white dress, tearful eyes as he poured his heart out to her. 
He stood in a black tux, holding her hands as she poured her heart out. 

But now the wedding is over, and the reception is being cleaned up. They are being kicked out by his mother. 

“Go, leave please.” Karen pushes her son out of the ballroom. 

“Look we found him, now leave.” Her bridesmaids push Y/n into Shawn. 

Her heels catch the rug on the ground and she starts to fall. Shawn rushes, pushing his arms out, catching her before she can hit the ground. 

“Shawn?” She asks looking up at him, the look of horror she just felt from almost falling still in her eyes.

“No I’m superman.” He grins.

“You’re my superman.” She smiles brightly at him.

“Forever.” He winks, standing her up right. 

“So I’m being told that we have to leave.” She says looking over at her bridesmaids that are cleaning up the reception hall.

“Yeah me too.” He says looking over at his mom who is glaring at him. 

“I feel like I haven’t seen you at all tonight.” She sighs leaning against him. 

“You’ve got me now, and for the next week. By ourselves.” He whispers in her ear. 

“That sounds like heaven.” She smiles up at him.

“Good, are you ready?” He asks digging his keys out of his pocket.

“I gotta pee, and get out of this dress.” She says looking down at her white dress.

“Shawn take her back to the house, they just closed the bathroom. Change and leave the dress on Shawn’s old bed, I’ll make sure it gets taken care of.” Karen says handing him a key to the house.

“Thanks mom, ready babe?” He smiles.

“How far is the house from here?”

“Like 10 maybe 15 minutes?” Shawn shrugs.

“Okay.” She smiles. 

He helps her out of the venue and into his jeep, smiling as she tugs all of her dress into the jeep. 

“Hey.” He says staring at her, taking her hand once he gets in himself.

“Hey.” She smiles. 

“You are so damn pretty.” He whispers kissing her knuckles. 

“Stop.” She blushes and looks away. 

“Look at me.” He pulls her hand over to him. She leans over the console. “God you are gorgeous.” He says staring into her eyes. 

“You are too sweet.” She whispers back. 

“I love you, so damn much. You have no idea.” He bites his bottom lip.

“Hey.” She grabs hold of his chin. “Let me do that.” She smirks and his eyes go wide. He leans in and kisses her lips, breathing her in. She takes his bottom lip between her teeth, until a knock wraps on the window causing them to jump apart.

“Fucks sake.” Shawn mumbles, unrolling his window. “What?” He asks.

“Look you guy have got to leave or you’ll miss your flight, you also forgot the tickets.” Geoff says handing the tickets over.

“Jesus, it’s like you guys are kicking us onto the plane. Can I not kiss my wife for a second.” Shawn sasses. 

She sits there grinning like a lunatic, waving at Geoff before he walks away. Shawn rolls the window back up and looks over at her, noticing her smile.

“What?” He asks, laughing at her.

“You’re wife?” She smiles wider, if possible.

“Come ‘ere.” He grins kissing her again. “My wife.” He mumbles against her lips, causing her to smile again. 

“My husband.” She mumbles back. 

“God that sounds so good rolling off your tongue.” He groans pulling away and driving back to his childhood home. Holding her hand the whole car ride back, smiling at the thought of her by his side for the rest of his life. 

“Shawn?” She looks over at him, catching his attention.

“Yeah?” He asks looking over at her a little bit.

“I really have to pee, can you go any faster?” She asks with pleading eyes.

“Shit sorry. Lil distracted.” He says pushing down on the gas pedal. 

“With what?” She questions turning towards him, resting her elbows on the console.

“You, over there, looking like that.” He smirks. 

“Cheesy Mendes.” She laughs, turning back to the front.

“No it’s truth, Mendes.” He says smiling at her. She looks over and her face falls.

“Aw shit, you mean I’m a Mendes now too?” She teases. He laughs and shakes his head.

“You’re mean.” He laughs, parking his jeep on the street. He gets out and runs over to help her and her big ass dress out. “Hey.” He pulls her back to him, pushing her against the jeep. “You’re a Mendes, for the rest of your life.” He cups her cheeks in his hands.

“Good, that’s what I want.” She stares into his eyes.

“Good.” He nods. He leans in and kisses her. She ducks his kisses walking away. “Hey.” He calls.

“Shawn I have to pee.” She whines.

“Damn it I keep forgetting.” He says rushing to the door, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him. 

“Ahh Shawn.” She giggles as he fumbles with the keys. He finally unlocks the door, letting her in. 

She rushes to the bathroom and closes the door as he walks around to the kitchen, grabbing a muffin and taking a bite.

“Ohh give me a bite.” She says grabbing his arm. He holds his hand up, so she can’t reach it.

“I thought you were peeing.”

“I need help with my dress, give me a bite I’m starving.” She glares at him. He smiles and gives her a bite, pushing her back to the bathroom. She turns around and let’s him start to untie the corset of her dress. She leans her head back and opens her mouth for another bite. He lets her have another bite and goes back to untying her dress. 

“Hurry!” She bounces on her toes.

“Sorry, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.” He says trying to get it undone. “What the fuck.” He grumbles starting to pull on lose ties. Finally he grabs the right one and pulls opening the back of her dress. It drops to the ground and he helps her step out of it. Leaving her in her slip. 

“Thank god.” She pushes him out. 

“Babe did you bring a change of clothes.” 

“Shit I think I forgot them at the venue.” She calls, washing her hands. “Can I borrow something?” She asks opening the door. 

“I think you can just wear that.” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows at her. 

“Shut up.” She hits his chest. “What about you, gonna wear your tux on the plane.” 

“I’ll change.” He nods following her up to his room. “I’m not sure what I have in here still, if you don’t find anything just steal something from Liyah, we’ll explain later.” He says grabbing his clothes and walking to the bathroom.

“You can change in front of me you know.” She says leaning against his closet door. 

“I know, but you’re not the only one that has to pee.” He winks at her, closing the door. 

She starts rummaging through his closet, pulling his green flannel out and in search of pants. 

Sadly he doesn’t have anything that will fit her so she wanders over to Aaliyah’s room. She grabs a pair of black yoga pants and leaves a note on her desk to explain. 

She changes quickly borrowing a pair of Aaliyah’s Nike’s. 

“Hey.” She meets him in the hall, as they both exit the rooms at the same time.

“That’s my flannel.” He smiles.

“Yeah you said I could borrow something.” She says pointing at his door.

“That’s my favorite one, it looks good on my favorite person.”

“Jesus you’re so cheesy.” She pushes his shoulder.

“We gotta go.” He says taking her hand and leading her back to the jeep. He locks up and she texts Aaliyah letting her know that she stole her shoes and pants. 

“Wanna stop by McDonalds?” He asks driving away.

“Yes please, I’m so hungry.” She says leaning her head back. 

“We paid so much for everyone to eat tonight and we didn’t even get to eat anything.”

“I know. The only cake I had was what you smashed in my face.” She smiles at him.

“That was pretty good.” He laughs placing a hand on her thigh.

“It was so rude, it went up my nose.”

“You got me back, it was in my ear.” He laughs.

“I know, there’s still some there.” She reaches over and wipes her thumb over his ear, collecting the frosting on her finger. “Gross.” She says looking for a place to clean her thumb off. 


Their seated on the plane, she’s resting her head on his shoulder and he’s got a hand on her thigh.

“You should wear flannel more often.” He whispers. 

“Why?” She laughs at his randomness.

“You look good in flannel.” He shrugs. “Especially mine.” 

“You think I look good in all of your clothes.” She looks up at him.

“You do.” He smiles.

“Can you believe that we got married today.” She whispers resting her head back on his shoulder. He pulls her a little closer.

“I know, you’re my wife now. Not just my girlfriend but my wife.” 

“I could get used to hearing that.”

“My wife.” He smiles, kissing the top of her head.

“Oh hi, this is my husband Shawn.” She laughs sitting up to look at him. 

“Meet my wife, Y/n.” He smiles looking at her. 

Y/n Mendes.” She points at him. 

“Mhmm.” He nods smiling. 

“Shawn and Y/n Mendes.” He says out loud. 

“Mr and Mrs Mendes.” She grins. 

“That sounds so good.” He leans forward kissing her. 

“What am I wearing tonight?” She asks pulling away.

“You’ll see.” He smiles.

“Are you wearing your boxers?” She asks giggling. He rolls his eyes.

“Yes, I like em.” He nods. 

“Good.” She laughs. 

“Oh god, I didn’t realize it and walked around to grab my phone and Andrew and Geoff were there and when I walked out they laughed so hard.” He says leaning his head back. 

“Oh god.” She laughs, hiding her face into his shoulder. 

“I turned around and was like ‘what?’ you know I was already nervous and them laughing at me didn’t help. Andrew waved me off but Geoff stood up, getting another drink and goes, ‘Y/n really does own that ass huh?’ I was so confused. That’s when I remembered you picked out my boxers and I ran back to the room to look in the mirror.” 

“I thought it was funny.” She laughs looking up at him. 

“Yeah totally, walking around in my boxers with ‘Y/n owns this ass.’ on the butt. Real funny.” He hides his laugh. 

“I couldn’t help it.” She tries to contain her giggles. “I was just gonna get you regular boxers with like a kiss mark on the hip but then I saw the option to make your own saying and couldn’t help myself.” 

“Thanks for that.” He grins, still trying to hold back his own laugh. 

“I mean it’s true.” She shrugs. 

“True.” Shawn finally laughs. 

They finally contain their laughs and stare at each other. 

“God I got so lucky.” Shawn shakes his head. She snorts and looks away. “Did you just snort?” He asks laughing.

“I mean were married now, you’re trapped, I can completely be me.” She smiles.

“Were you hiding things from me?” He playfully glares at her. 

“Shawn, we live together. I think you’ve seen everything you can see.” She says poking his cheek. 

“I’m so excited for the rest of my life.” He smiles, kissing her nose.

“Let’s get started.” She smiles leaning up to kiss him. 

*Part Four?*


Summary- Jack has to work, but you’re on your period and want to cuddle.

Word count- 700

Pairing- Jacksepticeye x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Fluff, and maybe cursing idk if there is any

A/n- I’m sorry i’ve been gone! I’ve been on my other blog and I haven’t really been paying attention to this one, but I promise I’ll keep writing, and I’ll get those requests! Please just be patient with me, and you’ll see somethings soon!

Tags- @lapseasteelis @mycuddlycorner @winchester-negan-one-shots @not-moose-one-shots @dannnyphantomm

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  • Someone: I used to identify as this thing, but it caused me a lot of distress and was just a means to avoid combating the internalized bigotry I had against my real identity.
  • Me: That's really awful, I'm so sorry you went through all that. It's something unfortunately a lot of people go through in the questioning process. See, this is why it's so important that we all work together to combat bigotry not only from the outside, but amongst ourselves as well--
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  • Me: Okay, no
NCT 127 Reaction to You Telling Them That You Aren't Close to Your Father After They Ask to Meet Him

Originally posted by nctaezen

taeyong ; you two were just walking, hand in hand, when taeyong turned around to face you and stopped you from walking. it looked like he wanted to say something so you kept quiet and waited. “can i meet your father? we’ve been together for a while now and i think it’s time.” you became a little uneasy once you heard his question. you and your father weren’t on the best of terms and talking about him was something that you usually avoided. “we aren’t that close anymore..” you’d start but taey would cut you off and pull you into a hug. “aw i’m sorry baby.”

Originally posted by nctaezen

johnny ; you were talking with the dream members when johnny called you upstairs to his room. he told you that he had an important question to ask you so you didn’t hesitate to get to him. “yeah?” you made asked him as you stepped into his room and plopped down on his bed beside him. “well i was thinking and i think that i want to meet your father. if that’s okay with you?” “we’re not close.” you spat out almost immediately after he asked the question. even the thought of johnny wanting to meet your father made you uncomfortable. “oh shit sorry…you wanna talk about it?” you nodded and crawled closer to him, leaning into his chest while you started to tell him what was up.

Originally posted by why-jaehyun

jaehyun ; you and jaehyun were cuddling, joking around, eating snacks and having a good time when he decided to ask you a question that he knew would probably kill the vibe. “baby, can i meet your father?” he sat up and rested his hands on your legs when you put them on his lap. “why would you wanna meet my sperm donor jae? we’re not close and it’d be really awkward.” you sarcastically frowned. “sarcastic thot why did you never tell me? that’s kind of sad.” he responded. you leaned toward him and ran your fingers through his hair. “it’s okay. i’m okay. i have you.” *touching moment af for jae*

Originally posted by dovounq

doyoung ; doyoung sneaked in an empty hallway and video chatted you. once you answered, you started yelling at him about how he shouldn’t be doing what he was doing but what he had to ask you was really important and he wanted to tell you before he forgot. plus he wanted to see your face before he performed. you were his good luck charm. "y/n, baby, the love of my life, wife, i have a question.“ he cut you off. "alright.” you decided to stop nagging and hear what he had to say. “can i meet your dad?” he asked as he continuously looked to his right to make sure that no one was coming. “no sorry, we don’t talk anymore.” doyoung looked startled as if he had saw a ghost behind you “aw what?!”,,, but that was the last thing you saw/heard since he abruptly ended the call. a few minutes later (caught),, he texted you. “we’re talking about this when i see you.”

Originally posted by 1aeil

taeil ; taeil was playing in your hair when he finally decided that now was the time to ask you about something that he had been thinking all day. “when can i meet your dad?” “never, we don’t talk anymore. it’s pretty sad actually..” you quickly responded. “pretty sad? that’s really sad. i’m sorry that you have to go through that.” learning that you and your father’s relationship wasn’t that good made him kind of,, sad. ;(

Originally posted by nct-trash

win win ; ya’ll were chilling on the bed, watching cartoons and talking about your future together. win wanted to ask you something since last week but he more scared of actually asking you than hearing your answer. you noticed that there was something on his mind though, so you asked,, “what is it? you look like you need to ask or tell me something.”  he hesitated but asked you the question (Bc It wAs NOw oR nEvEr) “can i meet your dad?” “we don’t talk like we used to anymore, it’d be mad weird.” you sighed, thinking about your relationship w/ your father. “oh! well that’s fine! we don’t have to.” *an understanding bean*

Originally posted by 127boys

donghyuk ; “y/n!” donghyuk shouted your name, waking you up. “what the hell did you you wake me up for?” *you were highkey pissed, you were trying to sleep obv* “i just thought of something..” he paused. you sighed,,, leaned your head on the headboard of his bed and waited for him to continue. “i want to meet your dad.” “well that’s not happening, i’m not talking to him,,,anymore. we’re not that,,,close.” you said in between yawns. “spill the beans (lowkey tried to make you laugh but failed).” he said looking shocked and concerned. “okay so…” you started.

Originally posted by jhopety

yuta ; “y/n” yuta called your name in a cringey but cute way. you were in the shower but he needed to ask you something right then. “what is it?” you shouted,, not even knowing that he was in the bathroom until you heard him clear his throat. “your dad….can i meet him?” he asked,, leaning on the door frame. “uhh….” you dragged on. “you don’t wanna meet that headass, and i don’t wanna speak to him. we aren’t on good terms” “oh shit, that’s sad. are you okay?” he became concerned. “yeah im okay, i’ve been okay.” you responded. his frown turned upside down and- (c gif) “alright, hurry up and get out though, i’m bored.”

Originally posted by nst127

mark ; you were getting ready to cook mark’s favorite meal since he was in town for the weekend and he wouldn’t be back for awhile after he left. while you were getting ready to bake the cereal, mark snuck up behind you and backhugged you. “i got a question..” he swayed the both of you side to side while he waited for your response. “go ahead.” you said, stopping the water and wiggling out of his grip to get to the stove. “can i meet your father?” “eh i don’t think so, we’re not cool like that anymore.” you shrugged. mark was taken aback but immediately had the urge to hug you. so he did. “why are you hugging me so tight?” you asked, about to die. “i think you two should work things out.” you could tell that he was somehow hurt by what you told him.

anonymous asked:

How would companions react to sole confessing his/her love for them? PS: I just recently found your blog and wow! Your writing is so good!!^^

Aw thank you so much!! I really hope you enjoy this reaction! Sorry it’s been taking me so long to get this finished. (Answering more asks asap)

Cait: Cait winded gauze around Sole’s bruised knuckles, candlelight flickering behind her. Neither of them said a word, but the beating in their chests pleaded for their lips to part. “I think I love you Cait…” Sole confessed, staring at her working hands. She stopped, looking up at the Sole Survivor.”You think, or you know?” She questions, her hands slowly tying up the thick wrap.”I love you,” they reply. Cait leans into them, pressing her lips onto theirs. Her heart pounded, and without a second thought she kisses them harder. The months of built up desire and tension, dispersed in this moment. She pulls back, the both of them breathless.”I’ve never loved anybody before,” she admits,”But I know I love you.”

Codsworth: “Oh mum/sir…I don’t know what to say.. What about Sir/Mum?”

Curie: Curie hummed joyfully as she meddled with blood samples and shuffled papers that her handwriting had marked with calculations and hypothesis’. The Sole Survivor watched her from a distance, as they occupied their self with their own hobbies.”Oh isn’t it just amazing what the human body is capable of!” Curie exclaims rushing over to Sole, her notes in hand. She boasts about her findings, with the cutest grin plastered onto her face. Then without second thought, Sole kisses her softly as she speaks.”Madame/Monsieur?” She whispers, her cheeks glowing from the soft lips that had met hers.”I’m sorry,” Sole apologizes,”I’m in love with you…” Curie grins, looking at the floor to handle the uncharted land of emotions bestowed upon her.”I believe I am in love with you too madame/monsieur,”Curie says, craving to share another kiss with her new found love.

Danse: “Why? Why would you do all of this to save me? I’m a machine! I am a traitor to you and the Brotherhood!– I am nothing…” Danse snaps, his hands firmly grasping Sole’s arms. “Because I love you!” They snap back. His grip loosens, his hands moving down their arms and back to his side.”I’m in love with you Danse, I don’t care what you are, it doesn’t matter to me.” He regains his composure, finding the words to say. But they are jumbled by the confusion and anguish within ”Sole you of all people know I am no good with words, but I… I’m infatuated with you. And I dare say I’m in love with you too. Please… be patient with me, I have a lot to learn… and a lot to overcome.”  

Deacon: One night, as the Sole Survivor and Deacon lie awake in a pitch black room of the Dugout Inn Deacon’s thoughts raced about the man/woman beside him.”Sole?” he whispered into the dark. Sole sighed wearily, letting him know that he had their attention. Deacon licked his lips, his heart beating faster than it should.”Do you think you could ever love again?” Maybe it was the bottle or two of Gwinnett Stout that encouraged him to ask such a question, but regardless Sole was taken off guard.”Yes,” they answered vaguely, waiting for Deacon to say something in return. Instead he rolled over onto his side, and let no words escape his mouth.”I’ve fallen in love with you Deacon…” Deacon didn’t move, nor speak. A few minutes rolled by until the silence grew too uncomfortable. ”I’m sorry…” Sole finally said. The pathological liar turned over to spill a few truths,”You should be,” he smirked,”teasing a guy like that, it’s cruel.” Sole snorted,”I’m serious Deacon..” He let out a pleasant sigh,”Goodnight Sole.” He cooed planting a small kiss on their forehead. That night he dreamed of finding the courage to tell Sole everything, the truth, about his mutual feelings for them. But until that moment he’d cower behind his jokes and his black shades

Hancock: The Third Rail buzzed from the music and comforting appearance of Goodneighbor’s beloved mayor. Hancock sashayed nonchalantly to the bar ordering Sole and himself a cold beverage.”When are ya gonna tell the gal/guy what your true intentions are Hancock?” Whitechapel Charlie asked, while fulfilling the ghoul’s request. Hancock glanced at the Sole Survivor with a smile.”I have no idea what you’re talking about Charlie.” The bartender allowed Hancock to take in Sole’s beauty before speaking again.”It’s no secret around here that you’ve got something for the Vault Dweller, admit it, you like the gal/guy.” Before Hancock could defend himself Sole appears by his side, taking the glass out of his rough hand.”Mind if I have a word with you?” They ask, their alluring eyes causing Hancock’s thoughts drift to sheer desire.”I’ve been meaning to have this conversation with you for a while now…” Hancock pressed his lips against the glass in his hand,”Lay it on me.” Sole took a sip of their liquid courage before spilling the secrets they held within.”I’m in love with you Hancock… And I’m not sure if you-” Hancock interrupted their moving lips by using what was left of his to give into the urges and tension he’s let bottle up inside him. His hand tangled itself in Sole’s hair, pulling them into him, allowing him to kiss them passionately and deeply.”I was wondering when you’d say that, love.” He breathed,”Why don’t you say we take this somewhere more private? And I’ll show you what my love really feels like.” 

“Fucking finally..” Charlie huffed as the entire joint cheered for their sailing ship.

Maccready: Maccready hardly ever misses a shot, it’s something he is certainly proud to put on his business card. But it’s a skill that is acquired through practice. On days him and Sole aren’t giving the Commonwealth’s Finest hell, he spends his morning making a target practice out of what he can scrounge up.”Maccready, may I talk to you for a moment?” He loads a bullet into the chamber,”Of course. Give me one second.” He smiles, then staring through the scope, eyes fixed on the empty can of pork’n’beans. Maccready holds his breath steadying his aim,”Maccready, I’m in love with you.” BOOM, the gun goes off, his bullet spiraling into a nearby tree. He sets down his rifle with haste,”Y-You’re what?…. What about your husband/wife? I know she’s/he’s gone, but you still love him/her don’t you?” Sole then confessed to everything. Everything they had felt then, and everything they feel now for their spouse.”But it’s you I love Maccready…” His cheeks went ablaze, as his heart beated intensely.”I…I love too Sole,” He admits after hearing what he needed to hear.”I think I have for a long while now..”

Nick Valentine: It was late, Nick hung up his coat then making his way over to his desk to analyze his newest case. Sole had convinced him to go out to dinner with them, to get away from the drag atmosphere of his office. With plenty of convincing he went, but once he returned it was all work no play. Sole slipped of their shoes, watching the detective light up a smoke.”Nick, there’s something I’ve been needing to tell you…” Nick turned to look at them,”Lay it on me kid.” Sole sat on the corner of his desk, letting the radio that played softly in the background calm their nerves.”I love you Nick.” They didn’t look at him, just stared at the floor expecting the worse. He dug his cigarette into the ashtray on his desk, feeling elated yet confused how Sole could love an old bot like him. He placed his hand on theirs, leading them to the center of the room. Nick placed his metal hand on their hip as his other hand tangled with Soles fingers. The office became a ballroom, reserved for Sole and Nick only. They danced to the rhythm playing on the radio for as long as their feet would allow. Nick then paused, placing his hand on the back of Sole’s head, running his fingers through their hair as he finally spoke.”Kid, I may not know how or why you feel the way you do for me. But I believe you when you say that you love me. And you should believe me when I say, I love you too.”

Piper: Piper was writing the Diamond City’s next headliner when she ran out of ink. Luckily for her she had someone like Sole to run and find her the ink she desperately needed.”Oh my gosh Blue, I love you!” She thanked. Sole smirked studying her features,”I love you too Piper.” The reporter’s cheeks grew a rosy red.”Do you really?” Sole leaned into her, their lips meeting. Piper hesitated for a moment, but finally gave in, placing her hand upon their cheek. Sole pulled away, her eyes now sparkling like a sky full of stars, full of lustful desire.”Yes, I love you Piper.” She pulled them into her, allowing her soft lips to clash with theirs once more. From then on she was complete.

Preston: The morning was warm and tranquil, the water crashing upon the castle walls sounded harmonic in way, and the diamond city radio allowed Preston’s hips to sway without a care. Sole watched Preston dance ignorant of their presence. The humble man turned on his heel when he heard Sole chuckle,”Care to join me General?” He smiles, unmoved by their judgement. He pulled them into his world, leading them with the music, twirling them when urged to. ”Preston…I’m in love with you.” The militia man’s ears burned as his smile spread from ear to ear.”So am I,” He admitted, slowly inched his lips closer to Sole’s, and when they met Preston didn’t hold back. Slow, but passionate and genuine, familiarizing himself with the woman/man h’s craved for so long.

X6-68: “Let me handle this ma’am/sir.” X6 pleads with a forceful tone. The Sole Survivor had gotten X6 and their self into a situation that called for an immediate reaction, that in turn, could have dire immediate effects.”No, this is my fault, I need to be the one who fixes it.”Sole orders, slipping off their coat.”Ma’am/Sir!” The courser yells pulling at their arm. “Let go X6!” Sole screamed over the unraveling blizzard. They pulled their arm away, then diving into the frozen pond. The scientist they were assigned to escort to Med-Tek Research had fallen through the ice after Sole lead her and X6 across, thinking it was thick enough to support the three of them. The cold sent an immediate sharp pain through their body as they swam deeper to rescue the cocky scientist. X6 anxiously stared into the water, anticipating Sole to submerge. After a minute or two he pulls off his trench coat preparing himself for the worst. A hand shoots up from the water searching for something to grasp. X6 grabs a hold, pulling Sole and the scientist out.”X6-88, Sole, and Ava Baker ready for relay. Mission failed, standby for medical attention.” When they all were transported back to the institute X6 pulled Sole into a maintenance closet with great force,”What the hell were you thinking?!” He seethed,”That was irresponsible, idiotic! I was more than capable of-” Sole ripped their self from the raging coursers tight fists.”I couldn’t stand the possibility of something happening to you! You may not know this X6, but I care about you, more than I do for anyone else… I love you.” X6 stands up straight staring at Sole,”I’ve never been in love ma’am/sir… nor have I ever had someone love me. I am a machine, but I’ve learned the extent of which I am capable of feeling. And I know if you hadn’t submerged, I would have died right then and there. I would die for you, and not just because my orders are to do so… From what I gather, I guess that is love. And I feel it for you..” Sole wraps their arms around X6, not expecting the courser to return their affections. But much to their surprise, one of his arms held them, as the other hung by his side. “Love,” he thought holding onto whom he feels for.

badboy!hyuck x nerd!mark

-bet all of you were thinking of bad boy!mark hm


-have you seen that one fanart of markhyuck in the chewing gum era where hyuck had his arm around mark and mark looked so innocent with his lil circle rimmed glasses and was holding hyuck’s hand that belonged to the arm that was around mark

-did that make sense

-who knows

-i dont

-even tho mark is older, he’s basically hyuck’s bitch let’s be like 1000000% real

-he’s the dominant one in the relationship

-nobody even knows how they started dating

-the most innocent boy in school with the bad boy

-so cliCHE

-hyuck reads people really easily

-and poor mark runs around with his heart on his sleeve and hyuck’s seen him get his heart broken one too many times and he couldnt take it anymore

-mark blushes sososososo easily and hyuck always takes advantage of that

-will call mark babe anytime anywhere

-”hey, what’d you get for question 2, babe?”

-”d-dont call me that at school!”

-”aw im sorry babe, i didnt know it affected you this much”

-donghyuck’s a fuckboy confirmed

-mark probably tries to tutor hyuck but hyuck always tries to pull some shit


-they end up making out anyway

-mark turns bright red at any type of contact

-donghyuck could put his arm around mark and mark would just immediately redden

-donghyuck’s the jealous type

-but it’s lowkey bc he has to stay cool!!!1!!1!!! cant let mark hyung know im jealous!!!!1!!111

-you know that cliche thing where person a slams their hand on like the wall or locker and pins person b against the wall

-sbfvsjdbfh hyuck does that to mark for fun

-donghyuck smirking is art and mark goe swehjbdsfkgbhjds,kf every time he smirks

-mark is such a precious lil angel in donghyuck’s eyes with his lil circle rimmed glasses and his soft pink hair donghyuck wants to protect him from everything dsfgvsjbfabhskjd


-there’s a saying around school: “mark’s the only thing donghyuck loves” and tbh theyre right

-sure hyuck’s friends with the dream team but mark’s just different, ya know?

-they can just lock eyes and theyll both know what theyre thinking

-if hyuck ever gets into fights you better fuckin believe mark’s there to patch his boyfriend up!!1!

-sometimes hyuck will just end up at mark’s house with bruises and a cut lip and give mark a heart attack

-hyuck just really likes when mark takes care of him

-”sit still hyuck, i cant get rid of the blood if you dont stop moving”

-”and if i dont?”

-sassy mark is a thing hyuck thoroughly enjoys

-”if you dont fuckin sit your dumbass down and shut the fuck up im going to throw you out of my house and dump you”

-”shit babe ok”

-most of the fights hyuck gets into is for mark now

-ever since they started dating

-if someone says shit about mark, they better be ready for hyuck to beat their ass

-”hyuck you gotta stop getting into fights for me!”


-”ok then why did you get into another fight?”

-”… he threatened to steal you away from me”

-”… bitch you are so dumb”



-donghyuck would do anything for mark honestly

-mark could ask him for the galaxy and donghyuck would find a way to do so

-mark likes wearing his leather jackets

-and hyuck’s friends tease him when they see mark wearing his jacket or when it smells like mark

-”hey donghyuck where’s your jacket?”

-”uh….” *mark runs over waving donghyuck’s math homework with his jacket around him*

-whenever mark wears donghyuck’s clothes, donghyuck’s brain goes eshfkavsjdbfkygsdfjdbshkf

-donghyuck on the inside: “mark looks so smol and cute wearing my jacket… he is drowning in it and i am drowning in my feelings for him… oH NO HERE HE COMES I NEED TO SAY SOMETHING TO LET HIM KNOW I APPRECIATE HIM”

-donghyuck on the outside: “lol hey hoe wanna hang out after school”

-sweaterpaws mark is a common occurrence in the winter and doNGHYUCK CANT HANDLE THIS

-mark steals hyuck’s sweaters all the time

-hyuck started buying bigger size sweaters so whenever mark wears them, he’s basically drowning in them

-but then hyuck also drowns in them so mark likes holding hyuck’s sweaterpaws hands


-mark probably likes to tug on it lightly while they kiss

-it drives mark absolutely insane when hyuck plays with his lip piercing

-whenever hyuck licks his piercing mark just pouNCES ON HIM


-mark is a jealous hoe too

-whenever girls look at hyuck, mark’ll grab his arm and put it around him


-mark the type to kiss donghyuck’s cuts so they can ‘heal faster’

-donghyuck gets a lot of nightmares so he tends to sleep over at mark’s a lot

-or have late skype calls

-mark doesnt mind at all when he wakes up at 3 am to his ringtone

-late nights always simmer donghyuck down to a slow boil and he becomes mellow and malleable and all his barriers just come tumbling down and mark just falls in love with him over and over again every time they talk at late nights

-whenever hyuck has a nightmare and he’s sleeping over, mark will wake up before hyuck does

-and he’ll look over sleepily and wakes donghyuck up slowly

-and theyll stay awake for like an hour or however long it takes donghyuck to calm down

-if anyone saw donghyuck the way he was after a nightmare, they’d never look at him the same

-he’s just so pliable and weak at times like that

-usually it’s hyuck pulling mark onto his lap but when the nightmare’s really bad, mark will pull hyuck onto his lap

-mark’s mom loves donghyuck like he’s family

-”so when are you and donghyuck getting married?”


-hyuck likes peppering kisses on mark’s lips until he cant take it anymore and pulls hyuck by the collar to press their lips together

-pstt hyuck likes it when mark tangles his fingers in his hair

-whenever hyuck is yelling at his friends and mark comes swoopin in he turns into mush


-“hi hyuck! why’re you yelling?”


-bad boy!hyuck becomes such a softie for his baby boy nerd!mark ;-;

elendilcawdor  asked:

Hi Peaches!! I love your comics. I'm really sorry if this is a common question you get, though I just wanted to ask, have you ever felt hopeless during your transition? Not that you should have, you're cute as fuck; this is just something I've been having trouble getting over. I'm in my third month of hrt, and I'm just terrified of only ever looking like a man with boobs.

Aw, thank you! 
3 months, wow! Grats, grats, grats! 

And no! I said it before, I’ll say it again!

Transitions are built on hope!

There are times where I feel sad or dysphoric, sure, but I never lose hope.

I try and maintain an upbeat and positive attitude, and as I’ve stated in Strip #65 , I do my best to convert that gross energy into something positive and constructive to hopefully make others happy. 

I’m very fortunate to have my Self-Esteem Team, and I sure hope you have your own! Anytime I’m not feeling valid enough or upset, I’ve always got a cheerleader on the sidelines, be it my two partners, my dates, and of course, my friends.

There’s a character (well, at least when he’s written by the brilliant hand of Paul Dini) that I hold deeply in my heart, ever since I was a kid, who showed me that we can take the most negative of our circumstances and respond in a way that’s constructive and beneficial to others even though we may have our own demons we fight every single day. 

You all know him.

Originally posted by neogohann

THIS Batman is one of my biggest driving forces in life.

In childhood, I thought 

“Wow. Batman’s parents died right in front of him. He could be a bad guy just like Joker or Pengiun or Two-Face, but he fights for others, even though he’s very sad.” 

My therapist during my first year at college coined the phrase “Batman-ing.” Again, turning your negative circumstance into a pure energy and driving force for personal growth and to create. 

In terms of my transition, I’m doing what I can with the cards I’ve been dealt.

I’m doing my absolute best, and I’m trying to be the best person I can be despite all the obstacles thrown my way.

Whatever anger or fear or sadness that boils in my heart can turn into happiness, hope, and perseverance if I just alter the perspective a little bit and keep moving. 

My validity as a woman is defined by my confidence in how I identify. 

HRT and passing will be the icing on the cake, but I will never doubt myself. Never. 

Neither should you. We’re strong, you know?

Women are strong.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine STARTER SENTENCES #1
  • If I’m ever going to make captain, I need a good mentor; I need my rabbi. 
  • Meep morp zeep, robot captain engaged!
  • Thank you very much, sir. Testament to what can be achieved when you dress appropriately.
  • Here are two pictures. One is your locker; the other is a garbage dump in the Philippines. Can you guess which is which?
  • You also have more mice living in your desk than any other detective!
  • Well, he’s someone else’s problem now. Like you said, it’s out of your hands.
  • Wow, looks like he hates you even more than me.
  • God, you must have been the worst fourth grader ever.
  • So you were just borrowing those cars?
  • Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding! You win a teddy bear!
  • All right, fine, darling; I’ll ask him. Excuse me, sir!
  • No, I know we’re lost! I think he’s an idiot.
  • Idiot?! Do you know why we’re out here in the middle of the night, ___? I was gonna propose to you! On the Brooklyn Bridge, where we met.
  • You know what? This is over. Say goodbye to this ring and everything it represents
  • I’m sad y'all are arresting me, but I gotta say, I’m glad you’re back together.
  • We’ve busted murderers; we’ve taken down cartels. But today we face the worst New York has to offer- the Fire Department.
  • I don’t have a lot of time. I need your full, signed confession. We have four minutes. We can do this.
  • Everyone, check your email. The greatest thing that could ever happen has just happened.
  • Who’s Kevin Cozner? Is he the star of Danzez With Wolvez?
  • Mm, it was kind of a last-minute invite. Just stirring the pot.
  • Aw, man. All the orange soda spilled out of my cereal.
  • Devastatingly handsome? I’m sorry. I’m uncomfortable with emotions.
  • Nice cop lingo! Look, I’m really sorry that we ruined your party. I’d love to make it up to you.
  • You should make me your campaign manager. I was born for politics! I have great hair and I love lying.
  • No, he did it doing something he’s embarrassed by. Like smiling. Only question is… how do you hurt your arm smiling?
  • Do you wanna know how I actually hurt my wrist?
  • Because no-one… will ever believe you.
  • Fine, abandon me! I don’t want you here anyway.
  • All right, I’ll just act like you. Say something so I can get the cadence of your voice down.
  • This looks like it was filled out by a toddler!
  • you just got slapped with the best life sentence there is: marriage.
  • You know how long I’ve been waiting for one of you old men to kiss me?
  • My ears are burning! Did someone say vasectomy? I got snipped; no big deal, just numbs you out from trunk to skunk for a year.
  • Look, you guys, if the Sarge wants to chop off his penis that is his choice.
  • I hate being friends with you!
  • I’ve examined his proposal; there’s no proof that giggle-pig is a serious problem.
  • Actually, I’m a little disappointed in the hotel. How you mess up a omelette? It’s just a flat egg!
  • Okay, don’t shoot! That’s how people get shot.
  • Every time you talk I hear that sound that plays when Pacman dies.
  • I got aroused last night watching a nature documentary on bees. I was fine until they went inside the hive.
  • “I’m with someone and nothing is going to happen.” Name of your sex tape!
  • Your head is so small. It is so small. Where do you keep your brains?
  • Good to see you. But if you’re here, who’s guarding Hades?
  • I care about my friends. Now eat your carrots, or I’ll rip your tiny head off.
  • I’m still paying my uncle’s funeral bills. I rear-ended the hearse. It was a mess.
  • Wait, stop. I’ve made a terrible mistake.
  • You’re being super irresponsible. You have a batitude. That’s a bad attitude.
  • I’m not gonna lie, that turns me on a little bit.

anonymous asked:

I wish I could tell my parents I'm a girl. Any chance I could get a fic of Sanvers helping someone with this? Obviously you don't have to if you don't want to. I'm sorry, I'm probably bothering you. I know this isn't really a party ask.

It was usually Adrian that brought kids who needed validation home to Maggie and Alex.

That day, it was Kara.

That day, it was Kara because there was an attack on National City High and one of the girls who was injured – not seriously, thanks to Supergirl – begged, begged, begged for the medics not to call her parents.

Supergirl eyed her and swooped in just as the medics were trying to insist that regulations mandated them to let her parents know.

“Maybe I can talk to her for a moment?” Kara had asked, her voice low in her Supergirl capacity.

And when the girl – Leslie, her name was – whispered to Supergirl why she didn’t want the medics to call her parents, Supergirl nodded and asked her if she’d like a hug.

She did.

“But I’m really going to need you to get that cut on your arm looked at,” she’d told her. “I can have a few friends of mine look at it and fix you right back up, if that’s okay.”

It was. 

So she took her to the DEO, and J’onn’s potential rage about Kara bringing an unvetted child into the facility without anyone’s permission simmered to nothing when Kara just widened her eyes at him. He nodded, frowned, crossed his arms over his chest, and bent slightly, remembering what it was to have a daughter who was significantly shorter than him, and trying not to.

“Did Supergirl tell you that this is a top secret place, and you can’t tell anyone its location?”

Leslie nodded. “I know a thing or two about secrets,” she murmured, and he glanced at her stiff collared shirt and at the barrette in her short hair, and he nodded.

“Well, I have a doctor here that’s very good at listening to secrets,” he told her.

“That’s what Supergirl said!” Leslie perked up, like she was just realizing that Supergirl had just flown her somewhere, that Supergirl was talking to her, helping her, introducing her to her friends.

And as if on cue, Alex strode out of the med bay, lab coat on, brisk walking, head turning, I-have-somewhere-to-be-right-now stride on.

“Leslie? Hi. I’m Doctor Danvers. I hear you’ve got something you need stitched up.”

Leslie held up her arm and Alex bent to examine it keenly. 

“Alright, that shouldn’t be too hard. Do you want to come to the med bay with me?”

Leslie glanced at Supergirl, who nodded down at her. “Doctor Danvers is the absolute best there is, Leslie. She’ll take really great care of you. And I’ll be right out here when you’re ready, okay?”

Leslie nodded as she followed Alex.

“Danvers!” A low shout from down the hall made them both turn, and Alex broke into a wide smile.

“Hey, babe.”

Leslie’s eyes flew wide.

“I got Supergirl’s text, she said – oh, hey, you must be Leslie. Nice to meet you, I’m Maggie.”

Leslie blinked with an emotion she didn’t know how to articulate, but she thought it might have something to do with introducing herself to one person – Supergirl – as her real self, as Leslie, and then having the three people she met next – big, important people, it seemed like – all automatically call her by that name, no questions asked and no sarcasm or cruelty to be found.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

“Fiancee, Danvers, or did I miss something?” Maggie teased.

Alex beamed and bounced on the balls of her feet. Leslie marveled at the transformation. “Nope, I just like hearing you correct me.”


Leslie’s eyes traveled between them with awe and with admiration and with something that looked an awful lot like longing.

Alex giggled before sobering and led the two of them into the med bay, where she prepped Leslie for stitches.

“So,” she asked conversationally as Maggie watched her work, as Leslie held on tight to the stuffed animal that Maggie passed her. “Supergirl tells me you didn’t want the medics on site to call your parents. Even though something really awful just happened. Everything okay at home?”

Alex flinched at her own lack of finesse, but Leslie didn’t seem to notice.

“Yeah. No. I just… Doctor Danvers, are you gay?”

Alex laughed, but Maggie laughed so hard she nearly toppled a set of microscope slides off the table nearby.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry, Leslie, it’s a good question, an important one. I just… yes, I’m a lesbian. I didn’t realize until I met Maggie, and that was… kind of a big thing for us, so that’s why we’re laughing. Why Maggie’s… still laughing, apparently. Why do you ask?”

“I think I’m gay.”

“Well there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that,” Maggie sobered enough to say earnestly.

“But the thing is, I’m not gay as in I like boys. People call me gay because I like to be more feminine. But I don’t like boys. I like girls. But people think I’m a boy. But…”

“But they’re wrong,” Alex supplied softly, casually, as she stitched Leslie up.

She nodded, and so did Maggie, slowly, supportively.

“So I’m a girl. And I like girls. I think my parents would be okay if I was a boy and liked boys. I think they’d get used to it. But I don’t know… I’m a girl. So I’m a lesbian, but also… well… a girl. It’s the girl part I just don’t… I don’t know how to tell them. That part. The girl part. That I’m a girl. And I… I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this, I don’t know you, I – “

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. You’re not doing anything wrong,” Alex reminded her, and Maggie had never been so in love. 

“But how do I…”

“Tell them?”

Leslie nodded, her eyes transfixed on the small stitches Alex was making in her arm.

“You might wanna be a doctor when you grow up, Leslie, the way you can watch me stitch you up like that,” Alex grinned approvingly before Maggie started answering.

“Well, how do you communicate with them best? Like, are you the serious talks type of family, or the texting type, or maybe joking around? When do they hear you best?”

Leslie gave a dry laugh. “When I cry.”

“Yeah, sometimes we do that when we come out,” Maggie murmured, and Alex resisted the urge to pull her into her arms.

“I guess sometimes they interrupt me. Like, when I try to tell them something that’s important to me, if it makes them uncomfortable, they like, try to talk about what’s on TV or something. So maybe writing them something. Because then they won’t interrupt me.”

“What do you think you’d want to say?” Alex asked, careful to keep her tone casual.

“That I love them. That there’s nothing wrong with how they raised me, that there’s nothing wrong with… with me being a girl. That I’ve sort of always known I wasn’t a boy, but I didn’t know I was a girl until I realized I could be. That I want them to know because I want them to know all of me. That they’re not losing a son, that I’m still their same child and I still like the same things, I’m just their daughter now. That I love them and I need them to love me. As a girl. With my name. Because they raised a great daughter, even if they didn’t know they were doing it. And I want them to be proud of themselves that they raised such a badass girl, and I want them to be proud of me because I am that badass girl. I… yeah. That stuff. I’d want to tell them that stuff.”

Leslie sniffled and she trembled while Alex and Maggie fought to keep their own eyes dry. 

“You said that really beautifully, Leslie,” Maggie told her, and she made a mental note to pick up three dozen donuts for Kara as a thank you for doing this.

“Do you want us to help you write it down before you go back to school?” Alex asked, and Leslie lit up like she was on top of the world.

“Yes, please,” she beamed, and when J’onn and Kara peaked in a half hour later, they’d never seen so much giddy joy in the med bay.

I hate profilers (part five)

Word Count: 1,257

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of bullying

Originally posted by accio-fan-fiction

omfg his smile kills me not my gif

Y/N fell into a deep sleep with Spencer by her side she woke up only to realize that it’s noon the next day. 

“I slept like a log” she voiced yawning “Saturday already?”

“we never got my new phone…” Spencer chucked

 “are you complaining?” Y/N raised an eyebrow at him jokingly 

“hell no…I’ve dreamt of this day for so long…in fact I think I’m still dreaming” he said

 “you’re not..I’ll prove it” Y/N replied reaching for his arm

 “hey no! don’t pinch me!” he swatted your hand away playfully

 “I get it …I’m not dreaming.. I just can’t believe..”

“oh my God don’t be so cliché!” Y/N jested “I’m not out of your league or some dumb shit like that so don’t say it…”

 “but you are out of my-” and his face collided with Y/N’s pillow

 “that’s it” Spencer said as if a “warning”. Suddenly Y/N felt an irritating sensation on her abdomen followed by uncontrollable laughter. 

“SPENCER STOP I’M SERIOUS IM TOO TICKLISH” you breathed through the laughter 

“say you’re sorry and I’ll stop” he said continuing the playful assault on your sides. 

“I’M SORRY OKAY OKAY NOW STOP” and what do you know he kept his word discontinuing the tickle torture.  

“ugh you’re so gonna pay for that” 

“I’m shaking Y/N really…” he said right before Y/N had his lanky body pinned down continuing the same motions he did only moments ago 


 “that’s better” Y/N whispered calmly realizing her victory they both settled their breathing before Y/N realized she was still on top of him. 

“I always knew you were a bottom kinda guy” you joked you couldn’t resist making the connection.

“I can be on top!” Spencer blushed feeling slightly embarrassed 

“can you Reid? Can you really?” Y/N continued to poke fun at him “look it’s fine I don’t mind being the dominant one in this relationship”

 “you’re not….wait…relationship?”

“yeah…you’re my boyfriend now …at least I hope so if not last night just got super awkward…I don’t do those sort of things outside of a relationship so..”

“you didn’t do those sort of things at all till me” he said with the utmost confidence 

“you don’t know that” 

“you mean to tell me you’ve been eaten out before even having your first kiss?”


“that’s what I thought” he smirked 

“yeah I know I’m probably inflating your ego right now” 

“not at all”  

“so we’re a couple…” he pointed out

“yeah I guess” 

“but the team thinks we hate each other…”


“so do we just hide it at work?”

“do you want to hide it?”

“I could do without the teasing”


“but right now …no one will tease us cause we’re all alone”

“nice observation captain obvious” you laughed

 “whatever shall we do…” he questioned

“definitely not make out” Y/N said

“Oh really cause just a few days ago you expressed how you’d rather kiss “a moldy piece of bread” than make out with me”

“well there’s no moldy bread around so I guess I’m just left with my boyfriend with incredibly soft lips such a tragedy..I really wanted the bread dammit” sarcasm dripping from your voice

He smiled “What?” you questioned 

“This is so cliché….but I just really like the sound of that” 

“of what? That you’re my boyfriend?” he nodded 

“aw Spence you’re such a sap” 

“stop…I’m just happy is all..for awhile there I thought you genuinely hated me…”

“well I’m sorry I certainly didn’t mean to make you feel that way…It’s just anytime I ever expressed interest in someone..I got rejected….so I learned very quickly at a young age to bury those kind of emotions as best as possible…” “what happened”

“how does it usually happen? kids are cruel…” 

“I hear that….wait..YOU got picked on?” 

“you sound surprised…”

“well yeah …Look at you the picture of beauty and brains” 

“I’m not that pretty and certainly not that smart” 

“stop it”


“downing yourself…you’re perfect” 

“You think things that happen when you were a kid shouldn’t effect you that much but…it certainly did for me…I’ll always see that awkward chubby thirteen year old girl with tons of acne when I look in the mirror..”

“what happened…if you don’t mind me asking” 

“it’s not even that big of a deal…believe me it’s nothing compared to what you went through in school as a kid..”

“it doesn’t mean it still didn’t hurt..”

“when I was in middle school…” y/n begun “ I liked a guy that didn’t go to the same school as I did so I thought I was safe to write his name all over my notebook how cliché is that.”

“it’s totally normal…”

“anyway another guy with the same first name found it and I guess he was under the impression I had a crush on him..which I didn’t”

“oh” was all that Spencer could say 

“so the week after one of the popular girls had a party she invited me …Girls were so much nicer to me then the boys for some stupid reason”

“They probably liked you” 

“yeah well they had a shit way of showing it…”

 He looked at Y/N to continue her story. 

“well I went to the party all dressed up just doing me dancing hanging out with what little friends I had..and the guy who found my notebook came up to me… and in the most sincere way and pleading eyes he asked if I would go out with him….”

“I can tell where this is going”

“I wasn’t the best at reading social cues at the time but I was also a little girl with a kind heart so I decided to give him a chance…big mistake …so I said yes and his stupid group of friends started laughing their asses off and he looked at me and went ‘Psyche!’and laughed in my face”

“what an asshole” Spencer practically growled. He was fuming how dare someone treat his beautiful Y/N that way.

 “so yeah I guess that’s why I’m like this and you’re my first everything!”

“I can understand not trusting anyone after that…”

“After I got asked out by multiple guys all the time but I never got the courage to say yes cause in my mind it could all be a joke and he’s ready to laugh in my face” 

“Like I said I don’t know why it affected me this long..but I’m over it I am but it’s the reason why I do things others don’t when it comes to flirting or dating..It’s not quite as traumatizing as your stories so I consider myself lucky”

 “you still never deserved to be treated that way. I don’t care how long ago it was.”

“He’s a pot head now and I’m working in the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI so I ended up winning” 

“and you got me now”

“and I’ve got you” 

“now that the sappy emotional shit is out of the way..let’s go get you a new phone”

Spencer smiled he was happy Y/N could open to him like that in such a raw,emotional way. He wanted to give her everything he had in this relationship to make sure that she never thinks she’s unwanted ever again. 

Dirty Laundry

Originally posted by seabasschino

Prompt: ‘Dirty Laundry by Carrie Underwood’; he cheats, and rather than sitting and crying about it, she gets a little revenge of her own
Word Count: 1,422
Fandom: Marvel (Bucky)
Note: Got this idea when I heard this song the other day, just getting around to it though lmao.

‘That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain’t my shade of pink. And I can tell by the smell of that perfume, it’s like forty dollars too cheap. And there’s a little wine stain on the pocket of your white cotton thread. Well, you drink beer and whiskey, boy, and you know I don’t drink red.’

I casually walked though the house, picking up the scattered clothes as I made my way into the bedroom. He could at least make it seem like he was aiming for the hamper. Sometimes I feel like if I wasn’t here, this whole house would be a mess. I adjusted the hamper that rested on my hip, not really wanting to do laundry. It was my turn this week since he was the one that did the laundry last week.

As I entered the bedroom, I set the hamper on the bed and began gathering the clothes. That is, until a spot on one of his collared shirts. He doesn’t wear these shirts very often, I’ve only seen him wear these on special occasions. Like Christmas, or something of the sort. My eyebrows furrowed together, my brain trying to recall the day that he wore this shirt. Unfortunately, the memory never came.

Maybe he came back and changed into it for a SHEILD thing or something, I don’t know. I was about to toss it into the hamper when an unfamiliar pink spot caught my eye. Lipstick? I inspected it further, discovering that my assumption was correct. What the hell? I don’t even wear this shade at all. My face contorted in a confused anger. I opened the shirt up, turning my attention from the collar to his pocket.

A red stain? What the hell is that? He certainly didn’t try too hard to cover this shit up. I brought the spot to my nose and sniffed it. My nose wrinkled as I recognized the smell, red wine. Neither of us drink red wine, ever. Is he cheating on me? What the hell else could it possibly be? My confusion melted away, leaving nothing but anger behind. I angrily threw the shirt onto the bed, a frustrated grunt leaving my lips.

‘Found it over in the corner, wadded up on the bedroom floor. You shoulda hid it in the closet, you shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it.’

I leaned onto the edge of the bed, trying to think of how in the hell to deal with this situation. How the fuck do I even bring something like this up? I looked around the room, as if the solution would just fucking appear. I then noticed a crumpled piece of paper beside his bed, almost completely hidden under a red shirt. If I hadn’t been at this angle, I probably would’ve missed the thing. I slowly got up off the bed, and walked over to it.

I picked up the paper and opened it up. The paper itself was relatively small, but it had a huge impact on me. It said someone’s name, their number, and a lip print on the corner of it. Anger coursed through my veins as my hands recrumpled the paper. It took everything I had to not tear the damn thing into tiny little fucking pieces. Why the fuck would he keep something like this? Why not just throw it away, or something?

God, it’s like he didn’t even give a fuck if I found out or some shit. Maybe this has been going on for a while, and he just got a little too cocky. I think that would be the final knife in my damn back. Third time’s the charm, right? I huffed, my eyes landing on the shirt that I had thrown onto the bed. I could do so many things to that little weasel. I could make him regret ever meeting me. I could kill Bucky without it ever being traced back to me.

‘Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry. Clothespin all your secrets to the line, leave ‘em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you. All those midnights sneaking in “I’m late again, oh, I’m so sorry,” all the Ajax in the world ain’t gonna clean your dirty laundry.’

At least now I know why the hell he was late so often, even when him and I had made plans together. Even though I could kill him without a trace, I think I’ll settle for something a little more theatrical. I swiped the shirt off of the bed as I left the room and headed for the kitchen. I looked under the sink, grabbing the little bit of rope that was there. I then looked through the drawers, settling on some binder clips instead of tape or clothespins.

I all but ran outside, not bothering to close the door behind me. I tied the rope to either ends of the two small pillars that were on the porch. I put a few clips in my mouth, the crumpled paper still in one of my hands. I pinned the shirt onto the rope, making sure that nothing was obstructing it’s view. I then pinned the paper to the line, that should send the message. It’ll send one to everyone else too, and by god I hope that they spread rumors about him.

Just in case he doesn’t get the message, maybe I should further my point. I turned on my heels, storming into the bedroom and gathering as much of his clothes as I could. I ran out to the porch and threw them on the lawn. I think his wardrobe looks much nicer on the grass, anyway. It really brings out all the damn lies he’s been hiding in them. Bucky got home just as I finished throwing the last bit of clothes onto the lawn.

‘If the neighbors get to asking, I won’t cover nothin’ up. I’ll tell 'em every little detail, how you drug me through the mud. I’m gonna string up your old button-down and slide it on the porch, just in case you get the nerve to come knockin’ on my door.’

To say that he looked surprised would be the biggest understatement I’d ever witnessed. He looked toward me, eyebrows furrowed, about to pop off with something when his eyes caught the shirt. It was then that I could see his whole world crashing down on him in less than five seconds. Good, I hope he feels like shit for what he did. He opened his mouth to say something, and I raised a brow with my hands on my hips.

“What, got some excuse for me?” I questioned.

“Doll, let’s talk about this-” He started.

“Sure, fine, let’s talk about that hideous pink lipstick on your collar, or that cheap ass corner store perfume on your shirt. Let’s talk about the red wine stain on the pocket. Or, if those sound too boring for you, we can talk about the damn note that was beside the bed. Victim’s choice.” I said, crossing my arms.

“What? That’s not red wine, that’s-that’s-” He stuttered.

“That’s what? Cat got your tongue?” I questioned.

“That’s just cranberry juice.” He poorly excused.

“Honey, cranberry juice neither smells like that or stains like that.” I debunked, “How about the lipstick? Got another theory for that?”

“It’s not lipstick-” He began.

“Really?” I asked in a falsely shocked tone with my eyebrows raised, “’Cause it looks an awful lot like a lip print to me. Hmmm, maybe it’s just icing off of a donuts, huh?” I questioned with sarcasm.

“Doll, please-” He started again.

“I hope the neighbors start rumors about you, I hope the team asks you why you were thrown out, I hope heat gets put on you like a Louisiana summer.” I spat.

“Can’t we talk about this like human beings?” He asked.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was talking to a human being. I thought I was talking to a weasel, my mistake.” I said as I walked inside of the house.

“Babe, Doll, wait-” He began again.

“Don’t you touch that shirt or that note,” I pointed to the shirt that started this mess, “It’s gonna stay there in case you ever decide to come back. Kind of like how a scarecrow works on birds, except this one is for a weasel.” I said, “Oops, sorry, a human weasel.”

“Y/N-” Bucky started.

“Goodbye, doll.” I said, shutting the door in his face.


A/N: So, I was going through my drafts and I found this, and I think this is okay??

Warnings: Swearing, SPOILERS ABOUT PJ IF YOU HAVENT READ THEM ALL (why wouldn’t you though, they’re amazing!!)

House of Reader: Hufflepuff (Sorry not sorry)


It wasn’t that you were quiet. It’s just you weren’t very open, and you were very shy. You liked to listen to what others said, other than actually speaking. Okay, maybe that qualifies as being quiet, but you couldn’t help it! It just always came naturally to let people talk, and you liked listening rather than when any attention was on you. And it got even worse when people found out that you were the younger sister or Sirius Black and twin to Regulus Black.

Nobody ever guessed that such a quiet Hufflepuff could ever be related to such loud and demanding people. But being loud wasn’t in your nature, you would much rather be the listener, knowing that that was always an important friend to be. Most of your friends would vent to you, and you would be perfectly fine with that. The only 2 people that knew that you were actually very loud and weird were your brothers. You loved them both dearly, so whenever one would complain about the other, you did your best to defend the other brother, and you desperately wished that they could get along, because you knew that if they did the three of you would have so much fun. 

But, the problem with having two overprotective brothers, was that any time any boy (other than them) came within 5 feet of you, the two of them would rush over, Regulus dragging you away, as Sirius threatened to kill the boy, then coming over to you and Regulus always asking if you were okay. It seemed that the two of them only ever got along when a boy was remotely close to you. The only time any boy was allowed near you was when it was either one of their friends that they trusted immensely and one of them was around. Every time this happened you would roll your eyes at them, before insisting that you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, thank you very much. And when they kept on talking you would roll your eyes before marching away from them, yelling at them that they didn’t have to monitor your every move. Often you would ignore them for days, feeling that they thought you were too weak, until they both apologized profusely and promised to never do it again. Until they did it again. It happened far too often, and you were sick of it.

You were walking to the Great Hall for lunch, nose buried in a book about an American boy who had to save the world because he was part Greek-god. You were currently reading the fourth book of the series, internally screaming when  the main female character kissed the boy.

“Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. And then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me. 

‘Be careful, Seaweed Brain.’ She put on her hat and vanished. I probably would’ve sat there for the rest of the day, staring at the lava and trying to remember what my name was, but the sea demons jarred me back to reality.”

Hey, (Y/N).” You heard someone call, causing your head to whip up, seeing one of your brother’s best friend, Remus Lupin, jogging till he stood next to you.

“Hello, Remus.” You smiled meekly, waving slightly to the boy who was towering over you.

“Hey, watch’a reading?” He asked, peering over your shoulder to look at the book.

You stuck your thumb in the book to keep your page before showing him the cover. 

His eyes lit up. “Don’t tell me what happened. I’m reading The Titan’s Curse.” 

Your eyes widened. “How far have you gotten?” 

“Well, I’ve gotten to the part in the desert. I read yesterday up to where Bianca dies before I slammed the book shut and threw it across the room.”

You laughed a bit. “Let me guess, you ran over to make sure it was okay, and you haven’t read it because you refuse to acknowledge that Bianca is dead.”

He laughed a bit with you. “I did that right after I cried. God, that death messed me up.”

You laughed a bit, feeling sorry for him before placing your hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. That death was awful, but, not spoiling, you should prepare yourself.”

“Oh shit, yeah. The prophecy was something like: ‘Five shall go west to the goddess in chains,

One shall be lost in the land without rain,

The bane of Olympus shows the trail,”’

“’Campers and Hunters combined prevail,

The Titan’s curse must one withstand,

And one shall perish by a parent’s hand.” You finished for him. “Yeah, expect another death.”

“Shit, I don’t think I can take another death.”

“Yeah, the next one is awful.”

His eyes lit up with realization. “That’s why Chiron didn’t go! If Kronos was raised, then Chiron thought he would be killed!”

“Bingo.” You said, winking and snapping before pointing at him. 

He laughed a bit, patting your head. “I didn’t ever know you were so talkative.”

You rolled your eyes at him, punching his shoulder playfully. “Well you found my weakness; talking to another Rick Riordan nerd.”

“Well, forgive me,” he said jokingly, laughing a bit. “You’re hardly ever this loud.”

“Well, neither are you, Lupin.” You replied, a slight smirk on your face.

“Touché, Black.” He said, an eyebrow raised, nodding his head slightly, as if he were impressed. “I’m starting to see where the Hufflepuff ends and the Black begins.”

You laughed a bit at that, before lightly smacking his arm. “Oh, shut it.” You giggled a bit. “I’m nowhere near as bad as either of my brothers.”

He smirked, laughing a bit with you. “That’s true. You’re much sweeter and more adorable than either of them.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, as you looked at the ground, a grin creeping onto your face. You looked up at Remus, before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. “Well, you’re pretty sweet and adorable yourself.” You said, your face feeling as it were burning up.

He singed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest as the two of you kept walking. He placed a kiss to the top of your head. “Well, whatever I am pales in comparison to who you are, (Y/N) Black.”

The beautiful moment between the two of you was interrupted as both of your brothers shouted out for you. 

“Oi, Moony!!” “Listen prat, hands off of her!” “Moony, you better fucking take your hands off of her, if you want to live!” “(Y/N), move away from him, now!”

They shouted very similar things, but the general idea was gotten, seeing as Remus removed his arm from your shoulder, lifting his hands in surrender, and you had stepped away from him, and turned to your brothers, your arms crossed, and looking pissed.  

The two of them had ran and caught up to the two of you. You turned to your brothers, thoroughly pissed off, and narrowed your eyes at them. 

“No, shut up.” You snapped, as both of them started to speak. “Listen, you two need to piss off. I’m not your daughter, so stop playing the overprotective card. Not to mention, we were fucking talking about books!” You yelled at them.

“Didn’t look like it from where we were.” Sirius all but snarled out. 

“Looked like he had his fucking arm around you and he kissed your head.” Regulus growled. 

You looked at them, and scoffed with disbelief. “I can’t believe you two. Do you think I’m so incapable of making my own decision!? I’m capable! If anything, I’m more capable than either of you! All the two of you ever do is rebel against everything, or follow all the rules, no matter how much that fucks either of you up! I do what is right! I’m always trying to stop the two of you from killing each other, but it seems like the only time you get along is when I’m involved! Just solve your own fucking problems, I’m sick of doing it for you! I just want to live my own fucking life! So, if you two aren’t going to let that happen because I’m your fucking sister, than, as of this moment, consider yourself sisterless!” You turned on your heel, “Good day!” You yelled before you stormed away from them.

Later you found yourself sitting on the leather couch, finishing up The Battle of The Labyrinth, in the Gryffindor common room, able to hear both of your brothers still yelling at Remus. You had gone up about an hour ago, to apologize, the guilt of what you had said crushing you. (You and Regulus both knew the password, due to Sirius’ and Regulus’ overprotective behaviour, when they tried to figure out ways to “protect” you.)

You heard a huff, and feet pounding on the stone stairs, as someone from the boys dorm walked into the Common room, muttering under their breath. You looked over the top of your book, to see Remus plop into a chair, still muttering and looking at the fire in the fireplace, a smoldering look on his face, before looking up, and screeching.

“Are you always this quiet!?” He asked you, one hand over his chest as if to stop his pounding heart. He wasn’t expecting anyone else to be in the common room, and seeing you, seemingly appear out of nowhere made him very jumpy and nervous. Well, more jumpy and nervous than usual.

You looked around the room, a look of confusion on your face, as you looked shrugged your shoulders before answering his question. “I was reading?” 

He nodded his head in acknowledgment, before apologizing. “Um, I’m sorry. That was rude of me. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be in here, especially not you, after what you said.” He trailed off, as the two of you avoided eye contact, the awkwardness of the situation setting it. 

“Yes, well, I came here to apologize. I felt really fucking awful about it as soon as I said it.” 

“I understand. But, honestly, they kinda deserved it. They’re always very protective of you, and now they’re more suspicious.”

“Suspicious of what?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, thoroughly confused.

“Well, they’re always suspicious when you’re around other guys, and they made it clear that they don’t want you to be with anyone, and they told me that I need to fuck off, because I’ll only end up hurting you.”

“Hurting me?” You were still confused, because you already knew all of this, and he just seemed to be going around in circles not making any sense.

“God, and they say Sirius is the thick one!” He moaned out, burying his face in his hands.

“Excuse you!?”

“They know that I like you, and they don’t want us dating.” He whispered out, as quickly as he possible could, almost speaking incoherently.

You were still confused, and now it seemed that your brain was working faster by the second. Remus Lupin, your brother’s best friend had a crush on you? He actually liked you? As the revelation started processing in your head, you just looked at him, before standing up and marching up the stairs to talk to your brothers. 

Halfway up the stairs, you looked back down the stairs and saw Remus sitting in his chair with a stoic face, before you called out, “Oi, you coming, or what?” He immediately perked up at the sound of your voice, and stood up, following you up the stairs into the dorm of the Marauders.

“Sirius Orion Black! Regulus Arcturus Black!” You yelled as you stormed into the room, Remus standing meekly by the doorway as your two brothers looked at you with mixed states of shock on their face. “First off, I would like to apologize for what I said earlier.” You said, tangling your fingers together nervously. “You guys are plenty capable of making your own decisions, regardless of the outcome. I was very upset, because you two had ruined something between Remus and I, even though the both of you are very much aware of our feelings. I’m sorry for dissociating myself from you, and I would very much like to be your sister again. That being said, if you do want me to still be your sister, you would have to be understanding of my feelings and be a little less protective.”

They gaped at you for a little bit, before they both started hugging you and apologizing for being idiots. 

Personal Statement Time

Good Morning All,

I thought I would do a quick write up on personal statements since this is the time of year to start really working on/finishing yours… That and I can’t get to the gym because Safelite is replacing my windshield (damn you tractor trailers). 

What goes in a personal statement?

Yes, this should be a pretty silly question for those of you applying this year, but for those of you who are still very early on in the process, the personal statement is an essay about yourself and why you want to go into medicine. There are hundreds of other careers out there, many of which are far less stressful and generate far more income, so you had better come up with a good reason why you would like to become a doctor. 

What if I can’t really put my finger on it? What if I just know I want to help people?

Well, I wish I could say thats fine… but its not. When I started the process, I knew I wanted to be a doctor, but I couldn’t quite say why. Truth was, I had a lot of experiences contributing to my decision, and without ever really sitting down to think about it, none jumped out at me. In reality 99.9 percent of human beings want to help other people. Its why you hear your friends in their late 20’s who are not in medicine saying things like “I just really want to find a job where I can make a difference”. People naturally feel good when they make someone else feel good and as a result, you can’t exactly write a personal statement about your general feelings. The question that got my mind thinking was this “If you want to help people, why don’t you be a ____? insert "cop” “firemen” “guidance counselor” etc. 

So what do I write about?

Unfortunately, I can’t answer that for you. What I can offer, are some suggestions of where I looked to find the answer. The first being personal health issues. This is a great reason to be interested in medicine. If you have been unfortunate enough to have a recurring or serious health issue, and were inspired by the amazing nurses and doctors you worked with, then talk about it. If that doesn’t quite fit your bill, the next place I would look is shadowing. Pay attention here, if you think about your shadowing and can’t come up with at least one influential experience, you probably need to do more shadowing before further considering medical school. Remember that the admission committees want to make sure your really really certain that medicine is the life for you. That means shadowing a lot to see what it’s like first hand. This category will apply to many of you looking to write your statements(its ultimately what I used). Remember to keep reading though because if you just write about shadowing, I promise you will not get in. Lastly, there is caring for a family member. I urge you to use caution on this one. I am passing no judgement on this but it would seem that everyone has had an ill grandmother or grandfather that they assisted, and I get the vibe that the ADCOM’s get lots of statements about this. Thats NOT to say that if this is really why you want to be a doctor, you shouldn’t write it, I’m just merely warning you that it had better be pretty damn convincing with the popularity of that topic. OHHH, the real last I suppose would be writing about an underserved medical experience. If you are lucky enough to have a meaningful one of these… god bless you. I still don’t fully understand the absurd overemphasis on underserved medicine, but it appears to be the golden ticket. Excuse my bitterness on the topic but it is beyond frustrating to live in an area that has few if any underserved populations, acquire numerous great healthcare experiences that are in “well served” populations, and then be penalized on your applications for not having “meaningful underserved experience”. If this was made quite clear to me as a freshman that I needed to seek out underserved opportunities, and that all of my “well served” experiences would be cast aside, I wouldn’t be complaining, but anyway… I digress.

So I have an idea of my topic now, what do I need to put in this statement?

Your personal statement should be exciting but not corny, and above all, honest. This is your chance to show the ADCOM that you can capture their attention by being unique and genuine. Include info about your discovery of medicine and your interests, then incorporate your topic from above. It should ideally flow chronologically while being clear and concise. Generally, you want to shoot for a page or two, but NO MORE than two (single spaced, word count is on AAMC’s site). Remember, these committees read thousands of these, so yours should be memorable, but most of all, it should be you. Yes, what I’m saying write this yourself. Under no circumstances should you be considering hiring someone to write your essay. Proofreading and editing, yes, thats a great thing to have someone else do, but writing, absolutely not. 

What did I personally write about?

While I would love to post my personal statement for you all to read, it would put too much of a connection between me and this blog. That and I’m not sure the legality of doing so, and then having someone inevitably steal it and use it (none of you…but googlers). So I will have to describe what I did: I started with the portrayal of myself, the attending, and the patients family standing in a room, all of us surrounding a horribly ill neonate. I conveyed my desire to be there for not only the patient, but also the family. This was essentially my hook into medicine as the attending “gave me this patient” to research and present on all week. It was the first time anyone had allowed me to “participate” in healthcare and I loved it. 

Next I jumped back a bit and explained my curiosity for medicine from a young age, and my abnormally early start into pre-hospital medicine at just 16 years old, followed by my quick progression into an EMT. 

I then jumped back to the neonate and further illustrated my experience helping to care for him and describing all that I had learned in the week, but clinically, but also socially. I learned that I had the ability to connect with people in their time of need and I really enjoyed speaking with the family, despite the difficult nature of many conversations. Most of all, I knew I wanted to be there” for the many other sick patients and scared families in the future. 

A simple statement, yes! But did it get the job done, absolutely! These statements aren’t about coming up with the most elaborate, memorable, perfect essay the ADCOM has ever read, but more about making you a human being rather than a small stack of papers on their desk. There is a lyric that I really like, and I think it applies a lot to personal statements in its own way “Cuts on paper hearts can be awful deep”. What I mean is, if you can tug at a string of the ADCOM’s heart and make them believe in you and your desires, then you have succeeded. 

But wait ?!?!

You didn’t include the topic I wanted to write about, or the story I’m using, or the experience I value most etc… Sorry I just had to add this to help address some of the inevitable questions I will receive. Anyway, your right, I have by no means addressed EVERYTHING about writing a personal statement, but what I do feel comfortable saying is that I have covered the general basis of the statement and what should be in it, and what some safe topics are to write about. If you have further questions, or more personal questions, as always, I will be glad to answer them, just shoot me a question on here. Other than that, remember, you want this and its one of your life goals… a silly little essay surly won’t stand in your way :)

Until next time,