this is ugly sigh i apologize


Request: could you please write a siriusxreader where he and james have the habit to take the cloak and stay up late in the commom room making bets about the couples making out and one night they caught their best friend, the reader, making out with a guy and she heard them and leave with the guy to her dorm and sirius stops talking to her and you can finish how you want?

“Guess we’ll have a boring night.” – Sirius said, sitting under the invisibility cloak with James. – “I can’t believe there’s not a single…” – But he stopped suddenly, when the portrait hole just opened up. He almost jumped up to greet Y/N, but then he saw a guy behind her, hand in hand, leading him into the common room.

“That was close.” – He breathed out as they plopped down on the couch. – “I thought Filch is going to murder us.”

“No, he’d prefer to torture us first, haven’t you heard that from him before?” – She giggled and rolled her eyes.

Rhys leaned closer and put his hand on her thigh. “Well, usually I’m not getting into any troubles… like you.”

“I don’t know what are you talking about.” – She replied with her most innocent face, looking up at him before he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her so passionately and deeply she had to lean back on the couch immediately.

Meanwhile, Sirius’ heart was beating in his ears and felt he could just go and rip the bloke apart – but more and more he saw he just really wanted to leave. He couldn’t watch this anymore. “I want to go.” – He almost jumped up, but James grabbed his arm, pulling him back to the ground just in time, while he was still under the cloak.

“What was that?” – Y/N asked suddenly, breaking the kiss while Rhys rested his hand under her skirt.

“I haven’t heard anything.” – He said quickly, in the attempt to continue what he started. A few seconds later she heard something again – and now she was sure. James and Sirius doing that again.

Anger filled her immediately; she always told them it’s a terrible thing to do, but knowing that her best friends sneaking up on her to…

She jumped up suddenly, taking the boy’s hand. “Come to my dorm. It’s more private there, you know.” – She said loudly, glancing on the corner where she heard the noises before. Rhys shot a half grin at her before they both left.

“It’s nice to actually see you!” – Y/N yelled after she arrived to the Great Hall, sitting down next to Sirius. James looked at her almost scared, knowing she’d easily hex him. – “You really are both huge prats, you know that?”

“Sorry! We didn’t know you had a date.” – James said desperately.

She looked at him across the table with a furious face. “You shouldn’t do this at all! There’s privacy, you know!” – She said loudly, trying to not shout. – “And what if I wouldn’t hear you? Then you just sit there, watching me having sex on the couch with Rhys?”

Sirius shifted in his chair, but still stayed in silence.

“No! We usually leave when that part comes.” – James said in a low voice, causing her to roll her eyes. – “Look, I’m really sorry.”

She sighed, shaking her head before she turned to Sirius. “And you have nothing to say?”

“Not really.” – He answered shortly, now even bothering to look into her eyes before he stood up, grabbed her backpack and left the Great Hall. Y/N was so shocked she couldn’t even speak for a long minute.

“What’s gotten into him?” – She asked James, but he just shrugged, looking at his plate, carefully avoiding her gaze. She shrugged too; she get used to Sirius’ mood swings by now. Besides, she was still angry with the boys for what they did.

But hours passed and he didn’t talk to her. He didn’t even sit next to her at classes, when she asked something he didn’t even hear – or just acted like he haven’t. At the end of the day, after dinner, she stopped him in front of the Fat Lady, not bearing his strange and annoying behaviour anymore.

“Sirius, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” – He said, ready to leave her, but she grabbed his arm.

“Really? Because it seems to me you’re angry with me since this morning. Or yesterday night.”

The memory made him angry immediately. “Well, sorry, it wasn’t a pleasant sight for my eyes to see your sweet Rhys running his hands all over you.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to understand the situation. “Why is that bothering you, actually?”

“It isn’t! I just… I thought you’re not one of those girls.”

Her eyes widened in anger. “One of those girls?! You mean like those girls whom you like so much, right? Those who let you in your bed so easily? Because I don’t remember I’ve ever heard you complain about them.” – Sirius opened his mouth, but she continued quickly. – “And I’ve never complained either about them.”

“That’s completely different! And why would you complain? It’s none of your business.”

Her jaw dropped. “Do you even hear yourself?” Yes, that’s not my business, just as it isn’t yours what I do with other guys!” – She shouted, causing several paintings to hiss at them. – “Or you’re the only one who can sleep around?  Using girls to make yourself better and forget about bad things? To feel yourself not so lonely sometimes?”

As she stopped and Sirius’ eyes darkened, she knew she crossed a line, but before she could’ve said something, he spoke up in a low voice. “Fuck you, Y/N. Oh, I forget somebody already done that.” – He said before he left, stepping through the portrait hole. She went after him, seriously considering to curse or hex him from behind, or at least shouting something to him, but by the time she was inside, Sirius was out of her sight.

She plopped down next to James, tears choking her and face red from the anger. “What happened?” – James asked, eyebrows furrowed.

She took several deep breaths before she could speak without crying. “Your friend angry with me, because… I don’t even know! He’s an idiot.”

James exhaled slowly. “You seriously don’t know why he’s angry with you?”

“Well, he’s because he thinks I slept with Rhys. But other than that… it’s none of his business. He shouldn’t be angry with me because of that!”

“Yes, but… wait, did you say he thinks? So you didn’t… you know.”

Y/N shot an angry look at him. “Not like it matters, but no. I was too angry after I realized you saw me.” – And I like someone else anyway, she thought.

“And what the guy said?”

She shrugged. – “He was furious and left. He was an asshole, actually.”

James adjusted his glasses and sat closer to Y/N. “Listen. You should talk to Sirius.”

“Sure, I will! After he apologized.” – She remembered something then, and after she ran her fingers through her hair, she sighed. – “But that’s probably not going to happen. I said ugly things to him too.”

“I’m sure you can…” – He started, but she cut him off.

“But he started this! It was his fault, right?”

“Talk to him.” – James said slowly.

“After he apologized.” – Y/N said again, leaving her friend on the common room who rolled his eyes at her. She knew, very well that Sirius too proud and stubborn to say sorry first. The only problem is that she was the same.

And they managed to spend four days without talking each other. It was only sarcastic comments or judging looks and short, sad glances when the other hasn’t noticed.

Until they went to Hogsmeade together and the other left them alone at a table; James, Remus and Peter went to another round of butterbeer while Lily and Marlene went to the loo, but curiously, none of them returned.

After ten minutes of awkward silence Sirius emptied his glass and jumped up. “I go and kill them.”

But Y/N grabbed his arm. “Can’t we talk?” – She had no idea why she said this, maybe the firewhisky, maybe the last four days were too much without him, but she wanted to talk. Sirius looked down at her for a long moment before he slowly sat back down, said nothing, but watching her carefully. – “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said… what I said.”

He just nodded slowly, so she quickly folded her arms and raised her voice. – “But I’m still angry with you, you know. You were…”

“An asshole, yes, I know.” – He leaned back on his chair and took a deep breath. – “I’m sorry for sneaking up on you and for everything I said after that. I… it’s really not my business what are you doing.” – He only looked into her eyes at the end, and she could see the honest regret and sadness in the depth of his pupils. But she only nodded as well.

“So are you and Robbie or Rick or something still dating?” – Sirius asked, avoiding he gaze again, looking into his empty glass.

She sighed. “No. We haven’t… nothing happened.”

“Oh.” – He said in surprise. – “Why? I mean… only if you wanna talk about it.” – He added quickly, seeing a flick of anger on her again.

She looked into his eyes for a long moment. Mostly because of you, she was thinking, but just shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“But he didn’t hurt you, did he? I just learnt a new hex and I’d gladly test on him.”

She laughed. “There’s no need for that.”

Seeing her laughing reminded him why he was so furious on that night in the common room. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine. But I still don’t understand why you were so angry with me.”

“Because…” – He stopped for a second, thinking about if he should lie or not, but the words escaped him before he could’ve think through properly. – “I like you.”

She raised her eyebrows. – “Well, I hoped that after long years of friendship you like me.”

And there was the perfect excuse; he could lie so easily, but this time he wasn’t able to do it. – “No, I mean… it’s a bit more than friendship… for my part. Or a lot more than that.”

Her lips parted and looked at him shocked before a short laugh burst out from her. “Are you serious?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I am Sirius, Y/N, but we talked about this.”

Her face was still amused, but her voice was low. “Why haven’t you… you know, asked me out?”

“Would you have said yes?” – He asked in disbelief.  

“Yes.” – She laughed again, seeing his shocked reaction.

Sirius tilted his head back and growled before he looked back at her, staring for a few seconds. She was still grinning, and it made him smile too. “So, now that we cleared that we were both blinds and idiots, will you go out with me?”

She pouted, which turned into a smile soon. “I don’t know, you just called me an idiot.” – Sirius let out a tired sigh, so she continued. – “Of course I’ll go out with you, you dolt.”

Y/N could see a strange expression on his face, though it wasn’t bad, it was some kind of wonder. He sat closer to her and turned his voice down. “Can I kiss you?” – Her eyes widened after the question and fell silence. – “What? I mean, it’s okay if not…”

“No, just, I’d never in my wildest dream thought you’re the type who ask this question.”

“You see, me neither.” – He said, leaning closer with every sentence. – “I don’t think I’ve ever asked this.”

She giggled once more before closed the gap between them, pressing a soft and slow kiss on his lips.


Family portraits

Batfamweek 2017, day #1: family.

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It starts with a casual comment, one that shouldn’t bother him so much. And it doesn’t. Not right away.

“You don’t have any photo on your desk”, the new girl says. She started working at WE two weeks ago and Tim thinks her name is Kathy, or July, or something like that. He’ll pick it up eventually. Now he just blinks up at her from behind the pile of reports he’s working on.


She bits her bottom lip, now looking embarrassed at her own straightforwardness, and vaguely gestures at his desk again.

“No photos”, she repeats. “People usually have photos on their desk. Family. Girlfriends or boyfriends. You know?”

Family, girlfriends, boyfriends. Yes, Tim knows.

“Well”, he smiles politely. “I’m just trying not to look like I’m fifty and live only for my work, to the point to spend all my time in my office and need photographic reminders of what my family looks like.”

Kathy or July or something like that frowns at him.

“Beside, my family is really ugly”, Tim continues, going for less subtle sarcasm, but the joke doesn’t really comes out his mouth as a joke, and KathyJulySomethingLikeThat looks more confused than before.

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obsessiveshayme  asked:

I have a prompt! How about Barista Sid and super flirty customer Geno with SWid writing something cute on his cup?

This one…kinda got away from me, and 1. Sorry this took so long, and 2. I kinda veered from the prompt? A lot? And I think I was kinda projecting a little about how I feel about flirty strangers?  But I hope you enjoy it regardless. 

“It’s Tuesday,” Flower says, with the kind of resignation the day always evokes. He doesn’t have to explain further, Sid knows what he means. Tuesday means the Russians are coming. Well, Sid is pretty sure the quiet blonde guy is Scandinavian, but mostly, the noisy group that takes up, bare minimum, three tables at 412 Coffee is Russian. Holding court among them most days is Alex, whom Sid privately just labels “Loud Motherfucker.” 

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anonymous asked:

Diahoes, what would be your reactions to your s/o being really bubbly and cute and excited for snow and begging you to play with her in it?

Shu:   *Sighs* Stop that I’m tired….You really are an annoying woman yknow?  I don’t see the big deal about snow….it’s just soft ice.   *sees her disappointed look and feels bad* Okay fine.  But only for a few minutes then I’m going back inside.  *smirks* And you owe me…*throws some snow at her face* Dork.

Reiji: *looks outside* Hmm, it’s quite the blizzard out there… *looks at his s/o squealing and getting excited* I don’t see why you’re so excited, it’s just snow… Hey, stop that vulgarity! Calm down and act ladylike! Excuse me? Go out and “play” with you? It’s 32 degrees outside, do you really expect me to go out there? *sees that she’s upset and sighs* Alright, I’ll sit on the porch I suppose… I’ll make us some hot cocoa. Get dressed up first, you’ll freeze out there.

Ayato:  *is just as excited and runs out there with her* Hey I bet I could build a better snowman than you!!!  *makes an ugly snowman* See? It’s better than any crap you could build!!!   *gets snowball thrown at his face* …. Bad idea….*runs over there and tackles her down* Apologize to Ore-Sama! *laughs and stuffs a snowball in her face*

Kanato: What are you squealing about? It’s so annoying… *looks out window and gasps* Ah, look! It’s snow!! *tugs her arm excitingly* Lets go and play in it!! And no, we’re not gonna make dumb snow angels, lets have a snowball fight and then build a snowman!! Oooh then lets make cocoa afterwards!! I’m so excited!!! *tugs her outside*

Laito:  Ah~ Bitch-chan you’re cheerful this morning~ *looks outside and sees snow* That’s all?  It’s nothing special Bitch-chan, it’s going to melt anyways. *Grabs her arm* C’mon let’s have some fun in front of a warm fireplace…nfu~. *sees her pouting* I don’t really like snow Bitch-chan…*sighs* But I guess if it’ll make you happy..

Subaru: What’s the big deal? *looks outside* Oh… It’s just snow. Why are you so happy about it? It’s literally just ice. Why do you humans make such a big deal of it… Huh? Hell no, I’m not playing in it with you! That’s childish! Hey wait, tch shit, I didn’t mean to get mad… Okay fine, I’ll go outside with you, but you better not hit me with a damn snowball! Huh? Help you make a snowman? Tch… I guess… but don’t you dare tell my brothers!!

Ruki:  *looks around for her and sees she’s already in her snow gear* ….Someone is excited for the snow, aren’t they?  Fine.  You’re allowed to go out but only for an hour.  And I swear if you track snow inside I’ll- Hm? You want me to join you? Such nonsense Livestock.  I haven’t played in the snow since…I was young…Just go out.  I’ll wait in here for you and make you hot cocoa, okay? *smiles gently and kisses her forehead* 

Kou: Ah, M-neko-chan, what are you so happy about? What’s outside? *looks out window* Aw, how cute! My little kitten is joyful over a few snowflakes! Play with you? Eh, I don’t know M-neko-chan… I don’t wanna mess up my hair… Hey, don’t make fun of me!! Okay, fine, I challenge you to a snowball fight!! I’ll kick your little ass!! *runs outside* ‘

Yuma: *sees her on the porch squealing about the snow and sneaks up behind her and throws her into the snow* Hahaha!! That was too good!!! *gets hit in the face by a snowball* ….*death glares* Bad idea.  *jumps into snow and starts throwing snowballs at her at a rapid rate* This is what you get Sow!!! There’s no mercy in war! *laughs and stops and pulls her in for a tight hug*

Azusa: *looks outside to see his lover playing in the snow happily* Aw, how cute…she’s so happy…I love seeing her like this…I love her so much… *goes outside and immediately gets hit by snowball* Ah, it’s so cold!! Hehe… Lets build a snowman…please.

anonymous asked:

hey 💖 i wondering if i could request a headcannon about how the hamilsquad would react to Rosie experiencing her period for the first time and going through all the stuff (eating a lot, mood swings etc.). If you're not comfortable with that, it's fineeee. Love you and your works 💖💕

okay i wrote these, thought i posted them, but i didn’t so when i refreshed the page i lost everything :(

take two!


  • when rosie first tells him, he freezes
    • rosie: “…papi? did you hear me?” 
    • alex: “did it…uh, um…i can -” 
    • it’ll take him a minute to get moving
  • he has to ask the others or you for help
    • “(y/n) uses motrin when she’s not feeling well, right?” 
    • “um,, are the pads down here?” 
  • once he gets the hang of it though, he’s not as nervous!
    • alex: “i’m sorry, kiddo. i got ibuprofen and your heating pad here for you, okay?” 
  • his biggest thing is that he doesn’t want rosie to feel embarrassed about her period
    • it’s just something that happens to her each month and it’s okay!
    • if she bleeds through her sheets, he’ll clean it up 
    • rosie’s super embarrassed but he insists that it’s okay
    • rosie: “i’ll clean it up, papi. i-i’m sorry” 
    • alex: “no, no no. i got it, sweetheart. don’t worry.” 
  • he’ll buy tampons/pads if rosie needs some
    • he’s not ashamed at all
    • the stares don’t bother him


  • he’s a little nervous
    • not because he’s disgusted 
    • it’s just that he’s not entirely sure what to do,,
    • he’s always expected rosie to go to you for help so he’s taken aback
  • he calls you to make sure he’s doing everything right
    • if you’re at home, you help rosie and laf
    • you: “i always keep my pads here and i keep my heating pads here…laf, are you listening?” 
    • laf, probably: *nodding, taking notes*
    • if you’re at work though, you just talk him through it over the phone
  • the hardest part for him is seeing rosie in pain
    • laf: “rosie, mon fleur, are you okay?” 
    • rosie, sniffling: “n-no, everything hurts”
    • laf: “i know…it will be over soon?” 
    • rosie: “not soon enough”
  • he tries to make sure she’s as comfortable as possible
  • makes her tea for her cramps
    • rosie appreciates it. 
    • chamomile tea is her favorite since it helps the most


  • he’s got sisters so he understands
    • rosie: “um, papi? i think i started my period…” 
    • john: “oh, okay. well, do you have pads? i know you might feel sick but have you eaten anything today?”
  • he’ll take rosie out of school if she’s not feeling that good
    • rosie: “do you think mom will be mad? i’m not missing anything…”
    • john: “i’ll talk to mama. you just take it easy, okay?” 
  • he tries to get rosie to nap/relax
    • she tends to still try to do everything even when she’s not feeling good
    • john will pop in a movie and sit with her if she doesn’t want to sleep
  • he read somewhere that baths help with cramps so he buys rosie lots of bath bombs
    • the more colorful they are, the better
    • she really likes them
    • usually, she feels better after her bath and feels sleepy enough to nap


  • he’s not as nervous as laf and alex, but he’s not as prepared as john
    • but he recovers pretty quick
  • he’s noticed what you do while you’re on your period so he tries to do the same for rosie
    • herc: “your mom usually takes two of these. here’s some water, love” 
    • he remembers how you huff and grumble when you head the the cupboards or the bathroom so that’s how he knows where you keep most of your things
    • if he can’t find it, he calls you or just buys some more for rosie
  • he totally indulges when it comes to rosie’s cravings
    • herc: “i usually get your mom whatever she wants. are you craving anything? do you want anything?”
    • rosie: “a-anything?”
    • rosie’s so excited
    • herc is too–they both love to eat but this is like an excuse to eat more than usual
    • chinese? okay. pizza? sure! chinese and pizza? why not.
  • it makes rosie feel a little better


mood swings

  • rosie’s all over the place so you never know which rosie you’re going to get
    • your advice: “just do whatever she says. if you’re not sure what to do, just ask.”
  • she cries a lot on the first day–it’s the hardest day for her
    • alex and laf freak out (”but…you were fine a minute ago??”) but john and herc are just trying to figure out what’s wrong (”did i do something wrong? do you need me?”)
    • sometimes she cries because of the pain, but the boys have found her crying over dogs at least once
  • she’s grumpy
    • you/your husbands: “hey, rosie. you feeling okay?”
    • rosie, sarcastically as she glares at you: “just dandy.” 
    • you/your husbands: “…okay, well, do you need anything?”
    • rosie, sighing dramatically: “no...can you just go now?”
  • she rants a ton too
    • rosie: “like he just breathes and i’m like oh my gosh can you shut up”
    • alex likes this rosie the most
  • she can be really self critical
    • “i’m breaking out oh my gosh i’m so ugly” 
    • “i feel so bloated i’m not going out today”
    • the boys are supportive (”no, honey, you’re beautiful/lovely”) but rosie responds sarcastically (”I don’t have time for these lies”)
    • which leaves them confused
    • your husbands: “but…i complimented her?”
    • you, shrugging: “only so much you can do”
  • they’ve learned to be patient with her
  • rosie apologizes for whatever she’s said during her period
    • it’s a small price to pay. 
    • they love her + just want to make sure she’s okay.
Something Crazy - A Markiplier x Reader Imagine Part One

So I was watching some of Zoellas old vlogs and there was one where they were all at Orlando singing Love is an open door super loud and my friend through out this idea for an imagine and I just kinda went crazy with it. This will be a three part series and I have so far absolutely loved writing it. So without further ado here is part one!

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Request: Annyeong! I’d like to request a fluffy scenario with Sehun from EXO where he is the reader’s first kiss.

Member: EXO’s Sehun x Y/N

Type: Fluff

“It’s been my birthday for approximately seventeen minutes and you haven’t said anything,” Sehun whined, crossing his arms beside me. 

“it has been approximately one year since we’ve become friends,” I countered. “And you still haven’t apologized for forcing your existence upon me.”

“Why should I apologize for giving you a gift?” Sehun sighed lazily, leaning back onto the couch. 

“Happy birthday bastard,” I muttered, crossing my arms as well. 

“Such ugly words to be projected at someone so pure,” Sehun clucked. He attempted to fight the smile tugging at his lips. He knew how exhausting he could be. 

“Pure? I know it’s your birthday and all, but really?” I croaked, lifting my brows. 

“So what did you get me?” Sehun sighed. He switched gears pretty quickly, but normally was able to maintain keeping himself as the topic of interest. 

“Not a damn thing,” I said simply, standing from the couch. I felt a strong hand grip the back of my sweater and pull me back down. I landed with a thud on the cushion, and Sehun’s face was only inches from mine. 

“So you’re telling me…you didn’t get me…anything? On my birthday?” He hissed. 

“Of course I got you something princess,” I groaned. I stood again, only to feel the familiar tug on the back of my shirt. 

“Where is it?” he said, a small smile on his face. 

“If you’d let me actually get up, maybe all of your questions would get answered?” I muttered, standing again. Sehun nodded quickly, watching carefully as I exited the living room and entered the dining area. I picked up the small package I had placed on the table and shuffled back over to him. 

“What is it?” he asked, sitting up immediately. “I didn’t really expect you to get me something…you didn’t have to.” 

“And I wouldn’t have heard the end of it,” I smiled, placing the small package on his knee. He let out a soft giggle as he wrapped his arms around my waist and tugged me into his chest. Sehun may have been a pain, but he was one of the best friends I had. 

“What is it?” he repeated, reaching for the box and immediately tugging at the bow on the top. He quickly pulled off the paper and yanked off the lid. I thought for a moment that he had stopped breathing as he looked down at the contents. 

“No,” he whispered. He looked from the box, back to me, and then back to the box again. 

I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. “I figured I’ve known you for a year. It was time we got friendship bracelets.”

Sehun’s smile shone as he beamed down at the box. For as much of a front as Sehun liked to put up that he was tough and a pain, his insides were pure tofu, soft and squishy. 

“This is great!” he cooed, picking up one bracelet from the box and securing it around his wrist. He passed the other bracelet to me and waited patiently for me to put it on. 

“No, Sehun,” I said, shaking my head quickly as I looked down at the box. One of the bracelets had said “Queen” while the other said “King.” You could only guess which one he had decided to put on his arm. 

“What?” he asked, looking down without seeing an issue. 

“You know what,” I sighed. ‘Never mind.” 

He nodded confidently as I secured the bracelet to my wrist and crossed my arms. I would look awfully strange walking around with a white gold bracelet reading “King.”

Sehun closed the box and set it down on the couch beside him. He looked back to me with a kind expression. “You know, you aren’t too bad, babe.”

“Gee thanks,” I grumbled, rolling my eyes so hard that I was sure it was audible. 

“But you know, that isn’t exactly what I wanted for my birthday,” he whispered, a small pout appearing on his lips. 

I sighed, looking over at him wearily. He was so needy. 

“And what was that Sehun?” I said, not sure why I was bothering to humor him. 

“I can’t say,” he said, biting his lip and looking anywhere but at me. I furrowed my brow as I looked closely at his face. Was that a blush appearing on his cheeks? 

“Sehun?” I said carefully. He shook his head again, lifting his long legs to drape across me. 

“Sehun, damnit, tell me,” I grumbled, smacking at his knees. 

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” he chuckled, winking at me. 

“You are ridiculous and if you don’t tell me right now why you are pouting I swear I will-” 

“A kiss! Okay? I wanted a kiss!” he gasped, shrugging his shoulders. 

“A…a kiss?” I whispered, dumbfounded. “Like from Luhan or…?”

“From you!” he whined, looking to the floor, his cheeks an even darker shade of red. 

“You…” I whispered. Me. 

“Is there an echo?” he groaned. “I mean, obviously, I know you’ve thought about kissing me. Friends for a year, who wouldn’t? But still…it’s so weird to say.”

“You wanted a gift…that didn’t cost anything,” I chuckled. “If only I had known you were so cheap.”

“That is not a word I would associate with my name, thank you,” he grumbled, looking at me moodily. “But yes…the present I wanted from you didn’t cost anything. Don’t tell the members…I still expect cash gifts.”

I rolled my eyes, turning to face my best friend. “You really want to kiss me Sehun?”

“More than anything,” he breathed, sitting up and turning towards me as well. 

“I know it may come as a shock,” I said slowly, nervously biting on my lip. “But I uh…I haven’t actually kissed anyone before?”

Sehun blinked slowly, staring at me with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly. I’m going to be your first kiss?”

“Assuming I actually want to kiss you,” I smiled. 

“Heh, like you wouldn’t,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Come here.”

“Come where?” I muttered. “I’m already sitting beside you.”

“Come here,” he whispered, reaching up and taking my chin with his slender fingers. I thought my heart would literally explode as I became the center of Sehun’s attention. When we had become friends so long ago, I had always assumed that I was no where near his lane. I didn’t think he even spared a second thought toward me. To see him today, to realize I dominated a second thought…and maybe even a third…felt incredible. 

Sehun’s eyes carefully glided over my face, stopping to focus on my eyes. He placed a soft kiss on my forehead, then one leveled on the tip of my nose. As he hovered over my lips, I thought all of my body’s functions had stopped working. My heart ceased to beat, my lungs stopped their inflating, but my blood continued to pound loudly in my ears. 

His mouth pressed lightly against mine, inching forward by the moment. The kiss was sweet, conveying something Sehun’s words never had. After a few moments, and an incredible case of light headedness, he pulled away, a simple smile on his face. 


Originally posted by xskytenshix

Scribble-Doodle: Nightmares, I’ll Guard You From Them

A future fic dealing with the fallout of 204. Yes, 204!

Magnus, Ragnor and Alec’s nightmares.

“You’re brooding, my friend.”

Magnus turns his head. There, in the doorway… Ragnor Fell.

“I’m not,” Magnus feels obliged to protest. Because, yes, he is brooding, but he would never actually admit it. High warlocks simply do not brood.

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That last reblog is so real like

I’m mad and sad as well so yikes i dont care about the backlash at all! go nuts! go mad, whatever hate on them if you feel like you want to! I’m not stanning them anymore, but i see so many ugly fakes. so, so many.

like a person i used to follow that was practically a yg stan had the nerve to say “damn mamamoo with their ugly shit once again” DUDE YOU LITERALLY STAN i*on, bb, wi***r, blah blah so many of them they are the kings of appropriation and just not giving a fuck about it. also sm stans, damn e*o, and… fuck just about everyone from sm has done something gross what u gonna say about other groups when u keep stanning and those idols/companies never give apologies lol

its so sad really, people like that. they don’t care about the issue at hand, sigh just say you always hated mmm and go ahead smfh

Internet Assholes (Michael Jones/Reader)

Prompt: Anon said: Michael getting defensive over Reader

Word Count: 533

Warning(s): Cursing, internet bullying, brief mentions of suicide and depression

Summary: Sometimes, it sucked to be internet famous.

Author’s Note: Whaat? Penny posted three fics in one day? That’s right, I did. It’s my way of apologizing for the awkward name tagging thing, and for not posting because of the anxiety that came with the awkward name tagging thing.

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Leather Jackets | Highschool!AU

Summary: Wonwoo can’t help but be a little awkward.
Word Count: 2,035 (dialogue heavy as always im sorry ;;)
Genre: i only know how to write fluff whooPS
Characters: Reader, Jeon Wonwoo, Minor Characters (Kim Mingyu)
TW: none i can think of! tell me if you need anything tagged!

A/N: im not satisfied with this but when am i ever satisfied!!!!! with anything!!!!! im sorry for making you wait and having his suck OTL… regardless, i still hope you enjoy reading!! also pls forgive me for typos or anything i am tiRED

Jeon Wonwoo had never been more nervous in his life. He slowly peered around the corner and looked down the hall. There you were, chatting with your friends about who knows what. Wonwoo bit his lip and pulled out his cell phone.

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Let Me Try: Prologue/Chapter 1

Summary: While travelling the world as a backup dancer, Lauren (G!P) finds out her parents have died in news breaking train wreck. In act of desperation to feel a part of some form of family, she reaches out to reconnect with the only person she thinks can fill that void, her ex and baby mama, Camila. Only thing is, reconnecting may not be as simple as she hoped it to be.

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*sigh* I’m mostly a silent Tumblr, but I just need to express this. Am I disappointed in Jackson? Yes. It isn’t even the dreads that are the biggest issue, it’s his response to it. It was worded so ugly and for me, it was hurtful. Honestly, this makes me look at him differently. I want to believe he isn’t someone who brushes off people’s concerns, but right now, I don’t know. This whole thing is ugly and a sincere apology would be nice, but I don’t really think it’ll happen. I think I’m just going to take a break from this group right now. There’s some new drama all the time and it’s getting exhausting. Hopefully he will learn something from this but only time will tell.

She gives it a blank look before sighing. “Everyone, I apologize in advance for what I’m about to do.” Yukari takes a breathe. “OI! UGLY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YA THINK YOU’RE GONNA DO?! IF YA REALLY THINK YOU’RE GONNA KILL US, THAT AIN’T HAPPENIN’! SO YA GO TWO CHOICES BLOBBY, EITHER YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS LEAVE US ALONE OR I BEAT THE SHIT OUT O’ YA UNTIL YA STOP MOVIN’!”

… *The Shoggoth drops Yukari and slinks off*

Last Christmas

Author’s Note: Here’s a little holiday Reid x Reader for you. If the holidays are a happy time, I hope whatever you celebrate is lovely and bright. If this is a difficult time of year for you, for whatever reason, know that you’re not alone. Hang in there, take care of yourself, and remember that it won’t always be this way. Lots of love to you all, and best wishes for a very happy holiday!

Despite the lights, the apartment doesn’t feel very festive. It feels quite the opposite. Lonely and quiet, strings of multicolored lights glowing softly all around the walls. The lights were his idea, last Christmas. The very first one they spent together. And yet, already it doesn’t feel right without him there.

“I hate Christmas,” she says.

Spencer raises his eyebrows, taken aback by her declaration. “Really? You threw a pumpkin carving party and made valentines for everyone you know. You took me to the most amazing Fourth of July fireworks show and you’ve held Friendsgivings for the last two years. You love holidays.”

“Not Christmas. I hate Christmas. I always have.” The bitterness in her voice rivals the chill in the air, and he takes a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee, trying to decide how to ask about it.


“My family,” she answers. “Christmas means arguing over the decorations and the gifts and the tree. Then going to church and listening to my dad talk the whole way home about peace and goodwill and the importance of the holiday. Making it all the more hypocritical when he started yelling at us later. We’d get up early on Christmas day, someone would inevitably complain about what they got, and my mother would spend the day in a passive aggressive fit until dinner. Where my father and my brothers drink too much and argue for hours on end while I sit in my room and close my eyes and wish for the day to just end. That’s the only Christmas wish I’ve ever made.”

Spencer sighs, and she knows it’s not one of pity, but of sympathy. Apology. She appreciates that. “You know, we always sent out Christmas cards out late? Mom wanted to take our picture on Christmas day. She would stop whatever fights were happening and make us smile and stand around the tree. I always hated those cards. You can’t just wrap up your problems in pretty paper and tinsel. It doesn’t work like that.”

Dysfunction is still just as ugly, even covered in lights and bows. All those perfect Christmases seen in movies and heard in carols are nothing but empty promises. For her, Christmas has been one shiny box after another, always disappointingly empty.

“I’m sorry. That’s not how the holidays should be.” They’ve been dating for a year, and she knows by now he’s had his fair share of family troubles. “What if we did Christmas together?” he asks.

“You and me?”

“I mean, why not? That way you have an excuse to stay in DC for the holidays, and maybe I can finally give you a reason not to hate Christmas.”

She smiles. “That’s quite the challenge.”

He takes her hand. “I know. But you deserve at least one good Christmas.”

A good Christmas was exactly what he gave her. They decorated her apartment with lights and he even found a tiny tree to put up in her windowsill. They watched Christmas movies and made cookies, they listened carols and bought ugly sweaters. It was the first time she found herself smiling through December 25th.

“It’s almost Christmas Eve,” she tells him. “We haven’t done anything with the tree yet.” They’ve both been so busy with work that the evergreen in her living room has remained bare.

“We will,” he assures her. True to his word, he shows up on December 24th with two plastic bags. On her sofa he dumps them out, dozens of little ornaments spilling forth. They hang them up together, one by one, until that tiny tree looks downright festive. When they’re finally finished, she hands him a mug of hot chocolate, and they cuddle up on the couch to watch It’s a Wonderful Life.

And it really is. All of it feels wonderful with him there. He is the one who makes it so wonderful. She curls up close to him, wondering how she got so lucky. What has she done to deserve this man, who constructs a Christmas for her just to make her happy?

They fall asleep together, buried beneath layers of quilts to stay warm. Moonlight falls across his face, and for the first time she remembers what it’s like to be a child again, giddy with the anticipation of what’s to come on Christmas morning. Santa Claus has nothing on the magic Spencer Reid is capable of creating.

Last Christmas was perfect. This Christmas, she was hoping for it to be the same. At least, until Spencer was called away on a case. A week he’s been gone, trying to solve serial murders up in Montana. On her own, she’s tried to get into the spirit. She bought a tree for the windowsill, and made several batches of cookies. Without him though, there is something missing. She should be in some dumb sweater putting up decorations. Instead she’s in pajamas and watching reruns.

When her mother calls, she begrudgingly answers, sitting in an armchair and listening to a thinly-veiled list of this year’s complaints. One of her brothers is contemplating quitting his job. The neighbors have lights up in their yard that are far to bright. The cashier at the grocery store had the audacity to say happy holidays instead of merry Christmas.

“And your sister, she brought home her girlfriend this year,” her mom says, “which your father is just thrilled about, I mean honestly, a little warning would be nice.” Y/N makes a noise of indifference, not wanting to get into an argument about homophobia right now. “Speaking of which, are we going to meet this boyfriend of yours? The boys you dated in college were a bit odd, but then you’ve never exactly been normal yourself, dear.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose, grateful that her mother can’t see her through the phone. “I don’t know, mom. We’re both very busy.”

Translation: I don’t want to scare him off by introducing him to you.

Her parents have never been fluent in the language of subtlety though. Any implications are not understood through the phone line.

“Well, I’m sure you could find some time away from work, after all, family comes first and-” A short series of beeps cuts over her mom’s voice, an infinitely welcome notification that someone else is trying to call her.

“Mom, I need to call you back. Someone’s on the other line.”

“We’re about to head to church, so you’ll need to call tomorrow. Though I don’t know if this girlfriend of your sister’s will even-”

“Alright, will do, Merry Christmas, bye.” She hangs up in a hurry and accepts the other call. It’s her neighbor down the hall, Mrs. Nakamura, asking if she can borrow some flour in a few minutes, to which she agrees. Any excuse to get off the phone with her mom, she will gladly take.

On Christmas Day, she gets off the phone with her parents, sighing. Spencer is sitting with coffee in the kitchen, a half-eaten plate of cookies before him.

“It’s much easier to deal with them for thirty minutes over the phone than for a week in person.” Then, noticing the plate, she asks, “Really? Cookies for breakfast?”

“It’s Christmas,” he says, as though that is all the justification he needs. She laughs, and leans down to kiss him. His lips taste like sugar, and he pulls her down onto his lap.

“This is the best Christmas ever,” she tells him. “Thank you.” A part of her mourns the fact that there are so many things she’s hated for so long that she could have been enjoying – with the right company, of course.

He wraps his arms around her, and she’s not sure she’s ever felt more at home than in this moment. “It’s only the first in a long line of good Christmases. Not the last. I want to spend every Christmas with you.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“I do,” he says, unable to keep the grin off his face.

Y/N switches on the living room television to A Christmas Story and is contemplating pouring herself a very tall glass of wine when there’s a knock at the door. She hurries over, expecting to see Mrs. Nakamura waiting. Instead, she throws it open to find a man with a red sweater, a Santa hat, and two bags. The shock takes her breath away, and for a second she’s unable to speak.

“Spencer!” she cries, pulling him into a tight hug. “What are you doing here?”

His laugh is so warm. “We closed the case this morning, and I wanted to surprise you.”

“Consider me surprised! I didn’t think you were coming.” Leading him inside, he sets the bags on her table. He’s here. In her apartment. Exactly where he should be.

“Last year, I promised you every Christmas. I don’t intend to miss our second.” It’s that simple. A holiday celebrated by over two billion people around the world (Spencer has given her this statistic several times) feels as though it were made for the two of them. Some wonderful idea he constructed simply to make her happy. He’s magic, that man.

“Which reminds me,” he adds. “We have a tree to decorate.” Spencer retrieves the bag of ornaments from the table, and they start on the tree. Perhaps that little ritual is something others take for granted, but hanging those twenty-three ornaments from pine branches with him feels earth-shattering, ground-breaking. Nothing short of a revelation. They watch the movie together, then talk and laugh until the early hours when they both decide it’s time to head to bed. She snuggles close to him beneath the blankets, trying to make up for the distance between them this last week.

“I just realized I left your gift at my place,” he says, as she’s drifting in that strange place between waking and sleeping.

“That’s okay.” She kisses his cheek. “Having you here, that’s enough for me. More than enough, really.”

And it occurs to her that she’s made her second-ever Christmas wish: for him to come home. Maybe those wishes aren’t so futile after all. When his lips find hers, she knows he feels the same way. In the morning, they will wake side by side and she’ll make coffee as the sun comes up. They’ll have cookies for breakfast and put a little music on and spend the day in sweaters and pajama bottoms. Steal a kiss or two. Or ten.

On that cold December night, she can feel it deep in her heart, a certainty. Tomorrow will be even better than last Christmas.

12 Days of Christmas Day 2: You’re a Mean One Mr. Barnes

Request: How about one where Bucky and reader are together and Bucks is a Christmas grinch even though reader absolutely adores it. So reader ends up having to spend time with Tony or Steve, decorating the tower. Ends with Bucky realizing that maybe he could just learn to love Christmas for reader? (:

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: It might suck

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Sorry if it sucks. But if you don’t think it sucks then give me prompt to write about since I would love nothing more than to procrastinate on finals.

Heads up: @missallpony1234 @thecynicalnerd @heismyhunter @waywardimpalawriter @misspadfoot02 @flowercrownsandmetallicarms @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @rachelle-on-the-run @i-had-a-life-once @lilasiannerd @transdadlovesyou @aenna-4 @buckyb-avengers @amrita31199 @shamvictoria11

Originally posted by jefferson-sebastian-carter-bucky

“Meeerry Christmaas to one and aaall,” you sang happily as you entered the dining room in your fuzzy Santa hat and your traditional ugly Christmas sweater. Everyone who was eating breakfast turned to you and smiled.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Steve greeted while lifting his coffee mug in your direction.

“Is it that time of year already?” Clint asked.

“You know it,” you said merrily.

Soon your boyfriend Bucky walked in the room with coffee and a plate of eggs and sausage in hand. He paused then gave you an odd look.

“Good morning, babe,” you said while wrapping your arms around him and kissing him.

“Good morning, uh…” he trailed off and scrunched his eyebrows then finished, “Santa’s helper?”

“I’m not really dressed up as anyone, but sure,” you smiled while kissing him again then announced, “But I am decorating the tower today! You’re going to help me, right?”

“Oh…uh, no,” Bucky said flatly, “It sounds like a lot of work.”

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Baekhyun Wolf AU Scenario

Requested by: Anon
Warnings: VERY Angsty, kinda suggestive content?

{This one was kind of hard to write, I’m not very good with extreme angst, but I hope you enjoy it anyways :D)

Baekhyun lets a deep growl escape his throat as he watches you practice for your latest soccer game. Why did he even claim you as a mate? You didn’t deserve him. He has standards, and you certainly don’t meet him. Your dimples, your shoulder length hair that you tend to tie up, all make you look like a stupid child. He liked sexy, curvy, popular girls (or bratty bimbos as you liked calling them). You didn’t look like that at all.
Chanyeol hears his growl, the almost hatred in Baekhyun’s eyes and sighs. “Hey, stop that. You’re very lucky to have Y/N as a mate. She’s awesome, and she’s kinda cute.” Baekhyun as Chanyeol looks at you, admiration on his face, and scowls. “Are you kidding? Give me a break, Yeol.”

After practicing for a while, you jog over to Baekhyun, smiling at everyone. “Hey guys!” They all smile at you, Luhan putting his arm around you, you chuckling and nuzzling into him. “Ain’t she cute? You’re lucky to have a mate like this, Baek.” Baekhyun growls again and mumbles to you “Go. Away. You’re embarrassing me.” You raise your eyebrows “Huh? I didn’t do anything.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair “Don’t fucking test me, Y/N. Just get your ugly ass out of here.” You whimper and smile weakly, almost apologetically at Luhan and the guys, before doing what Baekhyun says. You really cared for Baekhyun, and you didn’t understand why he treated you like this.

A few days later, and it was the day of the big game. The guys had managed to drag Baekhyun out to watch you, saying things like “C’mon, you’re her mate, you’ve got to cheer her on!” It was either this or sitting at the pack base all day and having the guys tell him he was an asshole and probably you crying like a baby. As you and your team begin to play, you end up scoring in the first 10 minutes. He watches you celebrate, hugging your friends. He sees you smile, your first genuine smile, and notices how the smile brings out your eyes and really compliments them. You actually look really pretty when you smile. Wait- Why was he thinking this? He shakes his head, and watches as soon enough, you and your team win the game.

“Y/N is late..” One of the girls in your team complains “She’s our captain, we can’t start without her!” Chanyeol nudges Baekhyun “Go and look for her, we shouldn’t keep them waiting.” Baekhyun sighs and stand. It shouldn’t be his responsibility to go and look for you. If anything he couldn’t care less. He goes into the sports centre, back to where your locker room was. He turns the corner and suddenly collides with you, feeling a substance smelling of strawberry splash on his shirt. “Shit, I’m sorry!” He looks down and sees it: You had accidentally split strawberry milk on his favourite shirt. His eyes darken and he suddenly raises his voice “Are you fucking kidding?! You stupid bitch! You’re so fucking careless!” He continues to rant on for what seems like forever until you realised something: You have had enough. Enough of him, him calling you names and insulting you constantly. So you did it. You slammed him against the wall and kissed him. The kiss was hard, rough passionate. It was safe to say it took him by surprise. It also took you by surprise when he kissed back. Just when he was about to reach up to wrap his arms around your waist, you pulled away. You smirks at his frustrated face. He looks at you, shocked. Running a hand through his hair, he takes a while to compose himself before walking out himself.

After that night, all that was on Baekhyun’s mind was you. Even the things he had told himself he had hated about you. Your dimples, your hair, your everything. Everything about you. It was driving you crazy. He needed to take his mind off you.
So he tried. He went out with other girls in your team. He kissed them, even went to bed with them, but all that was on his mind, every time, was you. He had finally admitted that to himself. So when you had found out, when the girls themselves had told you, you couldn’t believe it. You had cried yourself to sleep, to say the least. You couldn’t believe he would stoop that low as to betray his own mate. You finally knew. No matter how much you cared for him, he would never feel the same. So the best thing you could do at that point was to avoid him.

And that’s preciesly what you did. As soon as it happened, as soon as you didn’t even approach him at games, didn’t even go near him even when he was surrounded by friends, he instantly wanted to know why. He had also noticed how seething with jealousy he was when you started spending time with Luhan to replace spending time with him. He was your mate, why weren’t you doing what you were meant to do as a wolf and being with him? 
So one day he approached Luhan, angrily pushing him “So do you like hanging out with my mate, huh?!” Luhan narrowed his eyebrows and growled “Well, maybe if you didn’t go round fucking and kissing the very same girls she plays soccer with, maybe, if you didn’t treat her like the dog shit on the end of your shoe, maybe she’d hang out with you instead of me.” Baekhyun suddenly froze. You knew… You knew what he had done. And so, because of how badly you had been treated by him, you finally had had enough. He would have felt guilty if it wasn’t for his ego at that point. He needed you, you were his. He stormed off away from Luhan, leaving to go to pack base. He had to get you back.

He hides in the closet of your dorm, wanting to catch you off guard. He knew if he didn’t catch you off guard he wouldn’t have a chance. So he waited. 
You walked into the dorm, exhausted after your soccer practice. You sat down on your bed, running your hand through your hair. You close your eyes for 2 seconds, when all of a sudden you feel a pair of lips on yours. You open your eyes, seeing the lips were Baekhyun’s. Before you could react, you felt his hands pull you back on the bed. You felt him straddle you, kissing you roughly. For a second you were lost in the kiss, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair, but then you realised what you were doing, and who you were doing it with. You pushed him off roughly. “Get off me, you dick!” He sighs angrily and you wipe your lips quickly, panting. “What the hell was that?” You look away from him, avoiding his eye contact. “Stop playing with me Baekhyun, go kiss all the other girls you’ve kissing on my soccer time, after all, I’m just a careless, ugly bitch aren’t I?” He sighs again, but this time not angrily, almost guiltily, shamefully, as if he finally knows the way he has been treating you. “Listen, Y/N… I’m really sorry. For everything.” You roll your eyes, scoffing at his apology. “Sorry? Yeah, right Baekhyun. Quit it, I know you’re just trying to toy with my feelings to get me to care about you again.” He suddenly holds your hands and you suddenly see it - the pain, the desperation the… love? in his eyes. “Y/N… Please listen to me. I’m not trying to toy with you. I just… I need you Y/N. I realise that now. I also realise how horrible I’ve been to you. I’ve taken you for granted in so many ways, and I can never take that back. I really care about you… I need you, Y/N” Before he can say anything else you kiss him, this kiss soft and passionate, loving. He smiles into the kiss and he whispers against your lips “Will you be my mate again, Y/N?” You giggle and nuzzle into him, letting his scent take you once more. “You always were.”

{Gah this took me forever to write! I really enjoyed writing this tbh though, writing angst is actually really fun ^^ Thanks for requesting!}

Turnadette Fanfic: “I’m Recovered” — Patrick shares his war experiences

                “It was liberating Bergen-Belsen that finally did me in.”

                Shelagh’s eyes flew open. Her head was pillowed on Patrick’s shoulder in the sweet languor after sharing their love. She lay curled against him, thigh along thigh, one arm across his waist. His arm held her close. She felt marvelously secure and loved.

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