why was he not my christmas present

4

My name is Annalise, and I’m an alcoholic. I lost someone. He was a student of mine. I’m a professor. I knew him before that, since he was a boy. His mother died and left him alone. I… tried to look after him. I didn’t do it because I was trying to be some saint. I did it out of guilt. I hurt him in ways that I couldn’t even admit in this room. I just couldn’t leave him alone, and I know why. I lost a baby in a car accident, but… it was much worse than that. I just couldn’t keep him out of my head. I would just worry if he did his homework, or if he had any friends. And on christmas, it would just make me sick worrying if he even had any presents. I told myself to stay away. What was broken in me was broken. No one could fix it. And then I did the opposite. I took him into my life, into my home. He needed someone to look after him, someone to love him, and I wanted to be that person. I wanted to protect him. I tried so hard. All I did was ruin him. If I had just left him alone, he would have been fine, but I just- I wanted to love him. I wanted to hold him tight. I wanted to keep him safe… this boy, my student, who was really just a stranger to me. That’s a lie. He wasn’t just a stranger. He was… he felt… he- he felt… he felt like my son.

Your friends all crushing on Damian Wayne

• You thought they were joking when they pointed to Damian.

•You gave him the nickname Double A.

•Arrogance and Animosity.

•They had a hard time trying to figure out how to get his attention.

•Once they tried just walking up to him to start a conversation.

•Instant fail, he ignored them all.

•He constantly glares at your group when they whisper about him.

•Once glared directly at you.

•You gave a sheepish smile and a slight wave.

•Valentines day was a disaster.

•So was Christmas.

•He dumped all the presents in the trash.

•"You still like Double A?“
•"Yes!, he’s just playing hard to get.”
•"Uh… I mean if you want to put it that way.“

•You once had to grab a book from the library a couple blocks away.

•Damian was walking in front of you.

•Both ended up waiting for the stop light.

•"Why are you following me Y/N?”

•How does he know your name????

•"Not following you, just trying to get to the library. My friends would be the one’s to follow you though.“

•Damian huffed
•"Which is quite the nuisance.”

•"Yeah… sorry about that.“

•You gave Damian a sympathetic smile.

•He turned his head to the other side pretending to look at the passing cars.

•Actually he just got flustered and had to calm himself down.

•Damian stuck his hand towards you.

•"Since your not following me I wish to become acquaintances.”

•You shook his hand.

•"Friends would also be nice too.“

•For some reason he really like touching your hand.

•It was warm and soft. He wanted to hold your hand again.

•3 months later and your friends still were in to Damian.

•You stopped calling him Double A since he sometimes… sometimes talks to you.

•One day he just walked up to your table.

•You friends flipped out and swarmed him.

•"What do you need Damian?” One of your friends ask twirling her hair.

•"Y/N.“

•Everyone froze.

•Your friends all looked at you.

•"Y/N?”

•"Yes Y/N.“

•He slightly nudged your friends out of the way.

•He stood there with a stoic expression, you had a nervous one.

•"Will you accompany me to a museum this Saturday?”

•You wordlessly nodded your head giving a slight grin seeing your friends expressions.

•Damian nodded and began to walk away.

•You saw his mouth curve into small smile as he sat back down.

4

My name is Annalise, and I’m an alcoholic. I lost someone. He was a student of mine. I’m a professor. I knew him before that, since he was a boy. His mother died and left him alone. I… tried to look after him. I didn’t do it because I was trying to be some saint. I did it out of guilt. I hurt him in ways that I couldn’t even admit in this room. I just couldn’t leave him alone, and I know why. I lost a baby in a car accident, but… it was much worse than that. I just couldn’t keep him out of my head. I would just worry if he did his homework, or if he had any friends. And on christmas, it would just make me sick worrying if he even had any presents. I told myself to stay away. What was broken in me was broken. No one could fix it. And then I did the opposite. I took him into my life, into my home. He needed someone to look after him, someone to love him, and I wanted to be that person. I wanted to protect him. I tried so hard. All I did was ruin him. If I had just left him alone, he would have been fine, but I just- I wanted to love him. I wanted to hold him tight. I wanted to keep him safe… this boy, my student, who was really just a stranger to me. That’s a lie. He wasn’t just a stranger.

I Hate Christmas - Sherlock x (y/n)

Word count: 1784

Warnings: none

“Sherlock!” Mrs. Hudson called from downstairs. “It’s (y/n)!”

Sherlock hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could. “Ah, (y/n). Finally. John and Mary are preparing dinner upstairs and I’ll be heading out for a bit.”

“Sherlock!” You said, exasperated. “You promised you’d stay. Even if you had a case. It’s Christmas for Christ’s sake.”

“I hate Christmas.” He said with a sneer. “It brings about carolers and holiday cheer.”

“Oh, Sherlock. Promise me you’ll still come home for dinner and presents.”

“Food is for the weak and I told everyone not to get me anything. I also did not get anything for anyone else…” He said trailing off.

“Sherlock…”

“Fine. I promise I’ll be home for dinner and presents.” He said rolling his eyes. “Even if I don’t eat and I don’t have presents.”

“Good boy.” You said smiling brightly. You bounced into the building away from the cold, chilling air of London. Sherlock moved past you and into the freezing air.

“I’m not a boy (y/n). I’m a man. A very smart one at that.” He said quickly, as if in a rush, which to be honest he probably was. He then briskly walked away. Mrs. Hudson gave you a sad smile.

“Sorry about him dear. That’s Sherlock though. Always dashing about. Anyhow, might you come up for a spot of tea? John and Mary’s food smells so delicious.”

You smiled kindly at her, “Of course, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.”

Time Skip

“Mrs. Hudson!” Sherlock’s loud voice rang from downstairs. “I’m back for Christmas dinner.” He said in a disgusted tone you could tell he wasn’t really trying to hide. He walked upstairs quickly, taking the steps two at a time. He walked past you hastily, using his coat to conceal something that he was carrying. “Mrs. Hudson, John, (y/n) don’t wait up. I’ll be in my room wrapping things up. I’ll be back in a wink.” He said winking at you. You blushed profusely. Trying to cover it up, you said, “Shall we start eating?”

“Of course.” John said with a happy smile.

“Mary, the pie looks delicious.” You said to her.

“Oh, I didn’t make it. John did. He’s a great baker.” She said bragging slightly about her wonderful husband.

“Well then John, it looks simply divine.” You said excited to dig in to the wonderful looking food.

Time Skip – After Dinner

“Oh, the meal was so scrumptious.” Mrs. Hudson commented, a little bit sleepy from the meal.

“It was.” You said, a bit sleepy yourself. “It was too bad Sherlock didn’t eat anything.” You said clearing the last of the plates from the table. As if on cue Sherlock emerged from his room.

“Time for presents.” He said lazily, as if bored with the whole affair and idea of Christmas. Little did you know, inside he was having a silent panic attack. He secretly slipped something under the tree.

“Ok.” You said giddily, smiling like a child. “I’m excited to see what you got me Mr. Holmes.” You said nudging him in the side.

“Nothing.” He responded. “I told you earlier that I didn’t get anyone anything.”

You looked down, slightly saddened by this sentence. Your Christmas cheer was being ruined by Sherlock.

“You know you don’t have to be such a spoilsport.”

“I actually do.”

“Why, Sherlock?”

“The idea of buying people presents gives some people anxiety. Anxiety about not getting the right thing. In fact, it is scientifically proven that people have more stress around the holidays.” He said with a completely straight face.

“Really Sherlock? You don’t buy people presents because you’re afraid you’ll get the wrong thing?”

“That is what I said, yes.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Sherlock… We’re your friends. We’ll be happy with anything you give us.”

“Really?” He said raising an eyebrow. “Last Christmas John said he loved my gift. He lied. I read his body language. He was not at all pleased with my gift. I was given a mental talent for reading people and it is a blessing and a curse. Let me ask you something, (y/n). Do you sometimes wish I were a normal person? That I’m unable to read people like a book?”

Without missing a heartbeat, you answered his question honestly, “No. You are perfect. If you weren’t the way you were you would never have met me. You never would have been ‘The Great Sherlock Holmes’, and I never would have come to you with my case.”

He clasped his hands together, thinking deeply. “Hmm… You’re right.”

“As I always am.” You said.

“Not always.” He corrected quickly.

You laughed. John and Mary came out of the kitchen. “What’s so funny?” John asked.

“Nothing, nothing.” You said. “Let’s go. I can’t possibly wait any longer. I can feel the presents calling to me.”

“Presents don’t talk.” Sherlock mentioned quietly.

“They do in my mind palace.” You said, teasing him.

He sighed tiredly, “Let’s just get on with the presents.”

John cleared his throat. “Ok then. Let’s see, first present.” He picked up a box with green wrapping. He said out loud, “For Mary and John, from (y/n).” You smiled as they unwrapped it together. They pulled out a small onesie.

“It’s for the baby.” You said smiling brightly. “Do you guys like it?”

Mary turned to you. “Oh, (y/n). We love it!” She came over to hug you.

John said, “Thank you (y/n). It’s a wonderful gift.”

You picked the next box. “For Sherlock, from John and Mary.” You smiled at the couple as you unwrapped the present for Sherlock. You pulled out a hat. You laughed. Sherlock rolled his eyes and looked at the hat in disgust. You smiled at Mary, “Thanks guys.” You looked at John and mouthed, “I’ll make him wear it.” The next present was for Mrs. Hudson, from John and Mary. It was a nice pink shawl. John and Mary had given you a nice coat that matched Sherlock’s. The presents from John and Mary were all wonderful. Next, it was your turn to give everyone presents. You had already given John and Mary their present so you gave Mrs. Hudson hers. Sher pulled out a blouse, a skirt, and a pair of heels all matching the same royal blue color. “Thank you, dear.” She said smiling at you.

“Of course, Mrs. Hudson.” You said, matching her smile. Then you handed Sherlock his present. He opened it and was surprised to see a brand new blue scarf.

“Thank you very much, (y/n).” He said looking over at you.

You smiled at him, “Anything for you, Sherlock.”

Mrs. Hudson seemed to be ready to bounce out of her seat. Sher quickly handed everyone their presents. Your gift was a nice jumper. “Mrs. Hudson, did you knit this all by yourself?” You inquired.

“Yes I did.” She said quite proudly. Sherlock’s was a fancy suit.

“Mrs. Hudson, where did you get this?” He asked.

“Oh, it was from a real fancy shop. I know you have a lot of suits, but this one just seemed to pop to me. It would look perfect on you. I mean you have all black suits; you never wear blue. I thought it would look real nice on you.”

“Thank you. I like it.” He said cautiously, as if his words might offend her. Everyone looked around. There were no more presents to be opened. Everyone looked expectantly at Sherlock. They didn’t seem surprised, however. They soon all packed up and left, save for Mrs. Hudson, who had gone upstairs. You started to clean up the trash on the ground from the presents. Sherlock watched you carefully, studying you. You had finished clearing all of the wrapping paper from around the tree when a little twinkle from under the tree caught your eye. You reached a hand under the tree and felt a box. You pulled it out. It was a small box covered with shiny silver wrapping paper. Carefully you turned it over, ‘To my dear (y/n), from your Sherlock,’ it said in fancy writing on the wrapping paper. You turned to Sherlock and he gave you a smile. “I didn’t want you to open it in front of everyone.” He said smirking at your surprised face.

“Here, I thought you were a pompous jackass who was too good to get anyone anything.” You commented, joking lightly. Sherlock only rolled his eyes.

“Open it.” He said. “Before I change my mind and return it.”

“Now I know what you meant when you said you were in your room, ‘wrapping things up’. You meant it literally, that you actually were ‘wrapping something up’. Gosh, you are clever.”

“I know.” He said, sarcastically. “Now open it.”

You excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside was a black square velvet box. You gasped in surprise. It was from Tiffany’s. You traced your fingers along the velvet on the outside of the box. “What is it?” You asked Sherlock, looking over at him. He only smiled mysteriously.

“Open it and see.”

You opened the box to see the diamond necklace you had been drooling over for a long time every time you passed the window of Tiffany’s. “Sherlock! You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I actually did. Did you think I wouldn’t notice how every day when we walked past the store you looked longingly and lovingly at this necklace. I read John, I can read you too.”

“Sherlock! This is just too much. I-I” You were at a loss for words. You looked down at the box and noticed there was another, much smaller, box inside. You picked it up. “Sherlock… What’s this?”

He stayed silent. So you took the box carefully in your hands and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful diamond ring. You gasped. “Oh my. Oh my gosh.” You looked up at Sherlock. He smiled mysteriously.

“I see no need to get on one knee and all so I’ll just say it. Will you (y/n) (y/l/n) the most beautiful and clever and kind and funny person I have ever met and also my favorite human being in this entire wretched world, agree to be my wife?”

“Yes, Sherlock. Yes of course I’ll be your wife.” You stood up to hug him and as you hugged you noticed a small green plant hanging on top of Sherlock’s head. You smiled. As you pulled apart from the hug you pecked Sherlock on the lips.

“What was that for?” He questioned.

“Tradition.” You responded with a smirk.

“I hate tradition.”

“Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“I don’t hate you.”

You smiled softly. “Hey, don’t get soft on me now Mr. Holmes.”

“I won’t Mrs. Holmes.”

The End

Finding Home

Summary:  After Cas is rejected by his homophobic parents, his roommate Dean invites him to stay for the holidays with him and his family.  He never expected it to turn into this.


“They don’t want me anymore.” 

Dean blinks in surprise, looking up to see his freshman roommate standing in the doorway, antiquated cellphone in his hands.  To his surprise, the kid looks to be on the verge of crying, which is strange – Dean’s joked with his friends about how emotionless Cas appears to be.  Or rather, had appeared to be, up till now. 

“Cas, you alright there, buddy?”  Dean asks, chair screeching as he pulls away from his desk.  He’d been trying to finish his research paper for his physiology class, but whatever Cas’s problem is seems to be more pressing. 

“They don’t want me,” Cas repeats, swallowing wetly.  “My parents.  They say don’t want me to come home for Christmas break, and they don’t want me contacting my siblings anymore.” 

Dean blinks comprehensively.  “What?  Why the hell not?” 

“They, ‘still love me,’” Cas snuffles, rubbing his nose with the sleeve of his ever-present beige trench coat with one arm and making quotey fingers with the other.  “But they ‘don’t approve of my lifestyle.’”  

Oh.  Oh, so that’s what this is about.  

Dean hasn’t known Cas for all that long, and he doesn’t know a whole lot about him:  just that he’s a bio major with plans to become a doctor (Dean himself is going into nursing), he’s cute (though he’d never, ever tell Cas that), not a little weird, and yeah, if the time he’d come home to find him making out with Crowley (the poncy British upperclassman from accounting who Dean already loathes with a passion) he is into guys.

His parents must not have been cool with it. 

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A List of 101 Jungkook/Jimin Recommendations

Since I began reading Jungkook/Jimin stories early last year, I’ve tried to keep track of all the ones that left a lasting impression. Unfortunately, I most definitely have missed out on other amazing stories that I have either not read or have not been able to recall (a lot of the ones on Tumblr I’ve unfortunately got no way of digging out of my 20,000+ likes).
Regardless, I hope you find something in this list :)
(List is in no particular order, and I’ve tried to include summaries as provided by the authors themselves. Also, please read the tags accordingly, as the list includes stories covering a wide array of topics)


Start a Riot by chihiro (Rating: E)

- Jeongguk and Jimin have been at this for a long time. The only difference now is that Jimin has grown up and Jeongguk sees no reason why he shouldn’t have what he has wanted since a long damned time.

sweet like honey by graseun (Rating: M)

- we’ve been making shades of purple out of red and blue

Nowhere We Can Really Be Free by bangswing (Rating: E)

- Jeongguk is awakened to the supernatural walking beside him, wearing an ugly sweater and the sweetest smile.

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Betting On It

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2.5k

A/N: so this was originally posted on a tumblr i shared with my friends (we no longer use it) but i really love the idea of it so i fixed it up a bit! 

“Let’s make a bet.” You glance up at your best friend across the table. He has an evil glint in his eye, a sign telling you not to go with it but your curiosity gets the better of you.

“What bet?” You tread cautiously.

“Let’s go out on Valentine’s Day and see how many people mistaken us as a couple.” 

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GOT7: JB Smut

thesammtimes:

Sexy Time I Sweaty Fun I Under My Tree I Taunt I Enticing I

igot-scenarios:

A Surprise Dinner Guest I Missed Call I FWB I Cold Shoulder I Don’t Go I Drunk I Partner I White Christmas I

got7-scenarios:

Too Hot Game I Massage I Meeting After I Sexy Time I

smuttyfairy:

I’ve Missed You (self-written) I

an-exotic-writer:

Had It Planned I

markerifics:

Breaking Point I One Sided I With Love I Steamy I Why Won’t You Listen I Coming Home I Naive I Ungodly Hour I Dracula I Best Birthday Present I Attention  I Too Near I Hidden I Bored I Jealousy I

smuttykpopscenarios:

Tattoos I He Needs a Little Help I Daddy’s Princess I I Need You I

causekpop:

Netflix and… | Licentiousness | Suck Up | Taking Bets |

k-reativefantasies:

Merry Christmas, Elf! I

got7imaginations:

Cheated  I It’s Not My Birthday But I’ll Take You Home I I’ll Be Productive With You  I Happy Birthday I Laundry Day  I Care for a Dip? I In the Dark I Just Enjoy the Ride  I Exhausted  I You’re Still an Idiot I Relax I Smile  I

kareverie: 

Professor Sexy I Stressed I Playful I Paradise I Next Time I Perfect I Love Me Like You I

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Matcha and Coffee I Coffee Stains (Pt 2) I

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idolized-scenarios:

Earned It

keypea: 

Obey |

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Book of Mormon Fanfiction Recommendations (Mostly McPriceley)

 These are my favorite Book of Mormon fanfictions. These are mostly McPriceley because most more than half of the fanfictions that the Book of Mormon archive has is McPriceley. This is a much bigger list than my other one. Extras at the end and if I find more in the future, check the notes.

Bold and italicized are my favorites.

I do not own any of these.

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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Summary: The inner-workings of your relationship with a dance partner, friend, and crush, Jeon Jungkook.

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The wind whipped violently, a cool breeze akin to spring rather than winter. You sighed as you watched the leaves fly by. “This wind is a great representation for how I feel inside.”

Yoongi shifted next to you, probably trying to make sure he didn’t fall off the ledge as he lied to rest. “Pushy and cold?” he guessed.

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Fake Girlfriend || Dan Howell

A/N: I’m sorry I wrote this while being extremely tired. I wanted to finish this for you so bad tho. I hope it’s not too bad.

There will be a second part!

Word Count: 1.5k

POV: Dan

Masterlist // PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5

Originally posted by darkphannie

It was the arrogance in his voice and the pretentious look on his face that made me say it. The simple sentence just slipped out of my mouth. Before I could even think about it, it was already too late.

I regretted driving back home from London just to attend another family gathering. Had I known he was there I wouldn’t have come in the first place. I don’t remember every liking my cousin Harry. Since we were little he tried to be better than me at everything. The whole family seemed to love him. He was great at charming people with this charisma and fake kindness. My grandma was the only one who saw trough his façade. He had wrapped all of my uncles and aunts around his finger, but I was granny’s favourite grandchild and she let me know by always getting me extra presents for Christmas. I don’t know how many times I have heard my parents say “Daniel, have you heard that Harry is doing great on the rugby team?” or “Why can’t you be more like him?”. A million times, probably. So, when he asked me if I was bringing a date to my auntie’s wedding next week I just couldn’t say no.

“Yes. I’ll bring my girlfriend.” I answered instead.

I saw surprised faces all around the table we were sitting at. Luckily my parents weren’t listening. They were the only ones that knew that I actually didn’t have a girlfriend.

Harry seemed taken aback. He raised his eyebrows and tried to look interested, but his whole expression seemed weirdly stiff. A month ago he broke up with his now ex girlfriend and I could tell that it was hard for him to comprehend that I had a girlfriend while he didn’t.

Am I a bad person for enjoying his blank astonishment? It felt like an achievement. It was like I was finally the one who won a medal at the local marathon while he had to watch.  I was so overwhelmed by the feeling of superiority that I nearly forgot that I in fact didn’t have a girlfriend.

“I can’t wait to see her. She must be lovely.” My grandma said full of excitement.

“Oh, she is very lovely.” I confirmed with a smile.

That smile faded as soon as I realized that ‘she’ didn’t even exist. I was as single as ever. No girls, no dates, nothing. My aunt’s wedding was the following Sunday, so I had exactly one week to fall in love with a girl and make it seem like we hadn’t just met. Easy challenge, right?

Nope. On Monday I found myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. I had given up on finding a date already. I would have to tolerate my cousin’s satisfied grin when he sees me show up on my own. I couldn’t bear the thought and quickly got up.

“I don’t know what to do.” I whined in despair, as I entered the lounge and found Phil sitting in front of the TV. I was hoping that my friend could help me out.

Phil knew exactly what I was referring to because I had been stressing about it since I came home from my family meeting.  

“Why don’t you ask Y/N?” he calmly suggested, turning off the TV.

“To be my girlfriend?!” I exclaimed with wide eyes. I couldn’t believe my ears. Was he serious?! Y/N was Phil’s childhood friend. The minute he introduced us we started hating each other. None of us really knew why, it was like a general law of nature and nobody questioned it. Phil had always tried to make us get along. He invited her over all the time so we could get to know each other, but we always ended up fighting about something useless. I’d always say mean things about her and Phil never forgot to scold me for it. I was obviously more than surprised when I heard his suggestion.

“More like fake girlfriend.” Phil explained and the whole thing started to make more sense.

“What if she says no?” I asked Phil, dialling her number. I was desperate enough to actually approve of his idea. I never thought I would say this but Y/N was my only hope at the moment. As I waited for her to answer her phone I felt my heartbeat speed up. Why was I getting nervous? I tried to swallow the lump in my throat but my mouth was so dry that there was barely any spit left.  

“Hello? Who’s this?” I heard a girly voice say on the other side of the line. I had never called her before. She didn’t even have my number saved. Ouch.

“This is Dan. I know this may sound weird, but I really need your help.”

I fixed my shirt in the mirror and couldn’t stop asking myself why Y/N agreed to do this. Maybe Phil somehow convinced her. The doorbell rang, signalizing that she had arrived, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“I’ll go get it.” Phil shouted as I grabbed my suitcase. Unfortunately, we had to stay in Berkshire for the whole weekend. Today was Friday and the wedding was on Sunday. It was a kind of tradition to stay over and I had to be there to help set up everything. Which meant that Y/N had to spent the entire weekend with me and my family, pretending to be my girlfriend while we actually hated each other. What had I gotten us into? That’s exactly why one should never lie.

I closed the door to my room behind me as I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come, I had to spend all of this time with Y/N. She was talking to Phil next to our front door. I only now realized that we hadn’t seen each other in quite some time. My cheeks somehow started to get hot when I took a quick glimpse at her. She was carrying a medium sized suitcase as well and looked like she was ready to go.

“You ready.” I said bluntly, my voice came out sounding much ruder than I wanted it to.  

I could tell that Y/N tried hard not to roll her eyes as a reasonable reaction to my harshness.

‘You really hit it off. What a great start, Dan.’ I told myself, praying that this weekend would be over soon.

We said our goodbyes to Phil before we headed outside to my car.

“You can give me your bag. I’ll put it in the trunk for you.” I told Y/N, who sceptically eyed me.

“Why are you suddenly being decent, Howell?” she asked with a smirk. I just shrugged my shoulders and took her bag.

We drove the first ten minutes in complete silence. I couldn’t help but glance at her now and then.

‘Has she always been that attractive?’ I heard my inner voice ask, the thought surprising even myself. I scolded myself for thinking that and I repeated ‘I hate her’ a few times in my head. I was glad when Y/N finally decided to break the silence since it distracted me from my ‘forbidden’ thoughts.

“Shouldn’t we plan out our story in case somebody asks us about.. well us?” she laughed. The situation was simply absurd.

“So where did we meet?”

At the end of the car ride we had invented the perfect couple, we had created our perfect story for this weekend.

“Okay once again. We met on the bus as we were both on our way home from work. The bus driver nearly crashed into a car and had to slam on the breaks. I dared to fall over but you managed to catch me right in time. Then you asked ‘Are you already falling for me?’ and I laughed although it was the lamest joke ever.” Y/N concluded, trying to remember every detail of our newly invented love story.

“I wouldn’t make a lame pun like that!” I protested, still driving.

“Oh, yes you would, Howell.” Y/N said laughing, but I could tell that she was totally serious.

My aunt owned a huge mansion out of town. That’s where we were going to stay and it was also the location for the wedding celebration. It was pitch black when the car came to a halt in front of the huge building. I got both of our bags before I rang the bell.

“Daniel! It’s so nice to see you!” my aunt exclaimed, hugging me. I greeted her back warmly as her eyes met Y/N.

“I assume this is your girlfriend then?” she asked curiously.

I nodded, awkwardly wrapping my arm around Y/N’s waist. Only now the realisation hit me like a truck that a story about how we met wasn’t enough to be a couple. We also had to act like one.

“My name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” I heard her say. Her voice sounded like it was miles away because my thoughts were spinning. We had to act like we were in love all weekend. People who are in love do things, that people who hate each other would never do..  

Christmas eve sex | Draco Malfoy x reader

You studied Draco’s face as he carefully opened your gift. His beautiful blue eyes, his pale skin, his soft blonde hair, his pink lips. Everything about him was beautiful. “Thanks dear, it’s a beautiful watch. Now it’s time for my present.” He said with a smirk. Confused you started unwrapping the package. A laugh escaped your lips as you saw what was inside. “Why don’t you go try it on, love?” He winked. “Alright, give me five minutes.” You quickly ran upstairs and put on the green and silver lingerie he had given you. Just as you laid down on the bed the door opened to reveal an already shirtless Draco. “Someone’s eager.” He bit his lip as he crawled on top of you, trailing soft kisses up your body. “I’m always eager for you baby. But you know, I don’t really like the lingerie that much you should probably take it of.” You connected your lips, feeling his growing bulge against your leg. He quickly removed your bra, his fingers slightly pinching your nipple as his other hand went down to the hem of your panties. You lifted your hips so he could take them of. Without warning you felt one of his long fingers enter you while he rubbed your clit with his thumb. You moaned at the sudden pleasure, arching your back. He added a second finger and you could already feel your orgasm getting near. You whined as he suddenly pulled his hand back. “Draco why’d you do that?” He laughed at the anger in your voice. “Patience, my love.” He said as he quickly got rid of his trousers and boxers. He slowly ran his tip between your folds. “Stop teasing and fuck me already.” He instantly slammed into you, giving you no time to adjust. He groaned, feeling your tight pussy around his long cock. “F-faster Draco, p-please.” You moaned as he picked up his pace. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass filled the room. You buckled your hips to meet his thrusts. One of his hands was on your breast, the other next to your head, supporting him while your hands were tangled in his hair and scratching at his back. Your walls clenched around him as you felt your high approaching. “Oh that feels so good.” Draco grunted. Seconds later you gripped his arm, releasing on his dick. He looked down, seeing his cock moving in and out of you, covered in your juices, sent him over the edge as he spilled his seed into you. He thrusted a few more times before he collapsed on top of your body, the both of you breathing heavily, his penis still inside of you. You softly played with the ends of his hair as he drew small circles on your hip. “Good thing I wrote Christmas eve sex on my wish list.” He said, rolling of off you and pulling you close.

The Six Thatchers blog post from season 2 was fake, a murder mystery John wrote for Sherlock as a Christmas present. If you read it you’ll see Sherlock literally asked a mall Santa for a murder for Christmas. Because one didn’t happen, John created one as a gift. ***Oh my god, my heart hurts so much right now*** In the story the murder victim was dating a man but loved from afar by a woman. Keep in mind this was written while Irene was in the picture. Write what you know, eh John? Such a good storyteller. He even had himself do most of the work, mentioning how brilliant Sherlock was during the whole thing, barely lifting a finger. What a beautiful Christmas present. THAT’S WHY SHERLOCK WAS READING THAT POST AT CHRISTMAS IN A SCANDAL IN BELGRAVIA. It was John’s present to him. It’s the post that had the counter stuck on “1895”.

The Six Thatchers episode follows the concept of The Geek Interpreter – stories miraculously coming to life. John’s Christmas story came to life – this is why Sherlock is so bent on premonition, fate, and Death in Samarra. The Lying Detective will be more of this. ***No characters in Sherlock in episode 11 go “Hmm, smashing thatcher busts? That happened already.” because it wasn’t a case. It was a story.***

Can you believe John loved Sherlock so much as to create that for him? My heart is hurting. I welcome death.

Debunking Aleinn um Jolin... which I don’t wanna do but... stuff happened

Listen, I’m all for the whole Ithro/Glanni duet. You kidding, that was my Christmas last year and I cried in public by watching the music videos.

HOWEVER

I was presented evidence from Chris (The guy from GetLazy — yeah, we’re still in contact) where its not Ithro singing with Glanni. I showed him what Stefan said and asked if this means he’s gonna change the details in the GetLazy Wiki. He was first skeptical (cuz why wouldn’t he) so he’s decided to go on a mission to see if it’s true.

This is basically what happened:

Then we both got confused:

A few days later, he debunked it.

How?

Chris contacted Máni Svavarsson and asked who was Glanni singing in Aleinn um Jolin

and this was the response:

Apparently… it’s Glanni’s conscience? singing with him… not Ithro. 

Kristján Kristjánsson IS SUPPOSED TO BE GLANNI’S CONSCIENCE!!!

HOWEVER

Chris and I were talking about the idea of Ithro being ‘Glanni’s good side’ and he’s open to the idea. I mean Ithro is the most good person Glanni has ever interacted with so my theory is that… yeah, its not really a duet between Ithro and Glanni BUT… maybe Glanni’s good side is an image of Ithro… or something like that.

Either that or Robbie is just singing with himself… no ship. No duet.

But this information of Glanni possibly having a good side is something interesting to write about in fan fiction. 

Well… cased closed I guess.

Anyone wanna debunk the theory so I can contact Chris again and have another hefty debate about it?

(PS: The reason why I said ‘I Freaking Knew it’ is in reference to the second group chat antic in the lazytown kik gc)

Sexy Santa

Originally posted by clubeskimo

Sexy Santa
Day Three
25 Days of Christmas
Rated: Mature

Welp, it finally happened.

This was how you were going to die.

Suddenly every single horror movie you’d ever saw came back to haunt you. Were you supposed to investigate that loud sounds coming from your living room and possibly die, or were you supposed to stay in your bedroom without a weapon and wait for death to find you? Hmmm well if you took your chances with the living room you might be able to find a weapon of some sort, or at least make it to your front door.

You looked around your room, and sighed heavily. There was not a damn thing that was useful in here. Noted, you just moved in and a significant amount of your things were still in boxes. You were hoping that you at least had a box cutter with you. So much for that. 

You could hear the commotion in the living room; A combination of jingles, and grunting. Who the hell broke into your house? The world’s loudest thief? Weren’t the supposed to at least be stealthy? Grabbing a lamp off your end table you slowly made your way into the hallway.

Each step was almost louder than the other and you could feel your heart pumping out of your chest. You can do this! You tried to give yourself a pep talk. If you see him just swing on him. 

As you reached your living room you loaded up your swing seeing the burglar near your Christmas tree. Was he taking things out of his bag? He seemed to of noticed your presence and turned around to meet your stare, yelling as you screamed and dropped your lamp. “JAY WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?”

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Bridget’s Diary

TW: Mentions of Sexual Assault

9/12/15

I’m going to go to a party tomorrow.

I can’t believe I’m doing this! I know parties are places of temptation, but my friends are all going and I just can’t help myself. They’re all purity club members, we’ll keep each other on the straight and narrow. I’m so excited, and at the same time I want to throw up because I’m so nervous. My parents obviously don’t know I’m going, I told them I’m staying at my friend Holly’s tomorrow night. I will be, kinda, just… after the party.

I will seriously throw up. This is so exciting. I just have to remember that I’m a fine china tea cup, not Styrofoam and disposable. I’m not easy, and I will remain pure until Jesus chooses my soulmate. ♥

For now though… I have to figure out what I’m going to wear!

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Christmas Day 1986
  • *JD's home video ends*
  • JD: That was awesome. My dad looks really young there, doesn't he?
  • Veronica: Dude, what was that? What happened right there?
  • JD: Huh?
  • Veronica: What was the family on the stairs? What was that?
  • JD: That was probably the next family coming in to get there presents.
  • Veronica: What are you talking about? What was happening there?!
  • JD: That was the Christmas tradition....Where you go house to house collecting your presents and when the next family comes, you would run.
  • Veronica:
  • Veronica: I'm not aware of this tradition, JD. In fact, I think you were just stealing from that home....
  • JD: What? No! I was taking their presents but they were taking MINE. Yeah, that's why there were never any presents at my house when I got back. The neighbors took them. You're telling me on Christmas Day you wouldn't go from house to house collecting presents?
  • Veronica: NO! NO ONE DOES THAT!
  • JD: But my dad said that was the tradition!
  • Veronica: And your dad is a thief and a murderer who eats people, so he's not exactly trustworthy.....

anonymous asked:

How will react the RFA if mc has her hands soo cold and put them in their cheeks, neck, stomach or somewhere else?? Sorry 4 my English uwu

Your English is so great!!

Yes, here you go! We need a fluff break.


◉ Yoosung

  • You guys were out shopping for Christmas presents
  • But you forgot your gloves T_T
  • Yoosung was busy looking at a shop window
  • You snuck up behind him and shoved your hands under his scarf and around his neck
  • OMG
  • Screamed so loud !!
  • Jumped
    • “Get AWAY MC!”
    • “YOOSUNGGGG MY HANDS ARE COLD HELP MEE!”
  • You chased him around
  • He was running for his life
  • Finally you caught him in your grasp and stuck your hands on his neck again
  • He accepted defeat
  • Whined and shivered
  • Yay you had a new personal hand warmer!

◉ Jumin

  • The penthouse was so cold
  • Why was is so cold????
  • You ran up to Jumin and pressed your hands on his cheeks
  • He literally didn’t even move for a minute
  • Like
  • Didn’t care
  • Grabbed your hands in his own and kissed them
    • “You’re cold. Hmm, perhaps we need to schedule an appointment with the doctor. I read somewhere that cold hands could mean poor circulation…we should have you checked out just to be-”
    • “Jumin! It’s just cold in here…” -_-
  • He chuckled
    • “You’re so cute. Well then, allow me to warm you up.”
  • Picked you up and started carrying you to the bedroom
    • “J-JUMIN!” (//∇//)

◉ Zen

  • You were out taking a walk together to get some exercise
  • It was freeeeezing!
  • You slipped your hands underneath his shirt and onto his abs
  • Those ABS!
  • He shivered a bit and laughed
    • “You’re cold, princess!”
  • You nodded
    • “You know, they say one of the warmest spots on the body is between the legs…”
    • “ZENNNN!!!!!”
    • “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”
  • Was now rushing you home before the beast was unleashed
  • But not before giving you his coat and holding your cold hands

◉ Jaehee

  • You guys were cooking dinner together
  • She was completely unsuspecting
  • You crept behind her and stuck your hands up her shirt and grabbed her sides
    • “You know MC, some people have such a problem cutting onions but really I just don’t-OH MY GAWD!”
  • Jumped a bazillion feet
  • Threw a bowl
  • She couldn’t help it
  • You just started laughing and she was laughing too
  • You didn’t mean to scare her so bad
  • Once you guys calmed down she grabbed your hands
  • Put them on her sides
    • “I can warm you up, you just need to warn me first,” she giggled and kissed you

◉ Saeyoung

  • You guys were just hanging out in the apartment
  • Laying around together in bed watching TV
  • You were so cold!
  • Cue evil grin
  • You put your cold feet on his feet
    • “GAH! Ice queen stay away!”
  • He pushed your feet away with his own and put his hands on your tummy
  • OMG
  • His hands were freezing
    • “Cold hands, NOOOOO!” you cried
  • Now it was a battle
  • You were pressing your feet everywhere in him and he was putting his hands all over you
  • Both laughing
  • You both lose and give in to the other
  • The cuddles eventually make you warm enough, though >.>

-Bonus-

◉ Saeran

  • You two were lounging on the couch together
  • He hogged the blanket and you were cold T_T
  • Slowly you crept your freezing feet over to him
  • He saw right through you
    • “Stay away.” he warned with a scowl
    • “NO! I’m cold, Saeran plsss”
  • Your toes inched closer to him and he batted them away
    • “Why you are always so damn cold?”
    • “You have the blanet, jerk! Now be a good boyfriend and help me!”
  • You stuck your feet under him and snuggled up
  • Slipped your hands under his shirt
    • “Holy SHIT WHY MC!”
  • Screamed
  • Tried to wiggle away but you were stuck to him
  • Gave up with a pouty face
    • “Damn it…fine.”
  • Pulled you in closer and rubbed your shoulder, tossing the blanket over you

◉ V

  • He was sitting on the couch listening to music and smoking his pipe
  • He didn’t even know you were home yet tbh
  • Your freezing hands were like heat seeking missiles
  • Crept up behind him on the couch and placed your hands on his neck
    • “wwwWWHHHAATT!”
  • Omg this poor boy
  • ScreECHED!
  • Threw his book and choked
  • He calmed down once he heard your laugh from behind him
    • “Not nice, MC…” he laughed and breathed a sigh of relief, “Come here, you.”
  • Pulled you over the back of the couch and into his lap
    • “Is someone cold?” he smiled
  • Rubbed your hands and kissed them, blowing warm air onto them
  • Put your hands around him and kissed you
EXO Reaction to their really close friend showing up to the dorms dressed in as Santa  with a sack of presents for them on Xmas

(In a sleigh being pulled by horses with fake Rudolph noses) Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

*Forgets about everything and can’t stop looking at his presents* “IS this…. is this really for me!?”

Kris:

“I need to keep it cool… no one needs to know how excited I am… I’m a cool guy, presents don’t get me. WHAT DID YOU BRING FOR ME?!”

Sehun:

*Won’t be able to close that mouth for the next seven days* “Christmas in summer…. this is the best”

Tao:

*No one is more excited in the house than he is* “i PROMISE YOU I’VE BEEN A GOOD BOY! i SWEAR”

Kai:

*He’s actually the “reindeer” helping you* “You didn’t see this coming, did you guys? I’m glad you liked it, now where are our cookies (and chicken)”

Xiumin:

*Makes it snow* “Now, it’s a white Christmas. The best one ever!” *fights really heart against his urge of kissing you*

Baekhyun:

“Ahhhh… why is she wearing that sexy Santa costume… no.. this should be about the presents, not the dress!!”

Luhan:

“Are those horses…. supposed to be reindeer? They kind look like my cousins…” *Lu the deer, everyone*

Chen:

“Life is pretty great right now" *Will sing carols the whole MONTH*

Kyungsoo:

“I knew you had something going on… this is pretty great y/n. I really love how you manage to surprise me all the time” *Not sure if his heart is beating because of the surprise of because of you*

Lay:

*Starts screaming and kinda gives a heart attack to the boys* “AHHHHH, GUYS!!! GUYS COME!!! SANTA IS HERE! OMG!!!! AHHHHH!”

Suho:

“I’m happy and proud and so thankful… only you can take care of my boys as good as me!” *what he doesn’t know is that he was the sponsor for all those presents, except his xD*

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A Lonely New Years. (Stiles Stilinski Imagine)

Thought that this was appropriate for the event tonight.

Happy New Year’s Eve to everyone and if you’re already in 2017, Happy New Years to you!

I’ve decided that for the new year that my inbox will be wiped clean. It’s like a clean slate. I will reopen my inbox tomorrow on January 1st. (I live in Texas, USA so I’m in central time zone.) 

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by megabeautiful123

You watched the fireworks erupt in the sky from the window. The vibrant colors painting the dim night. You watched as the pack celebrated with one another. But you couldn’t understand why they were. Their friend was still missing. And from what you know, there was no way of getting him back. 

Lydia sat down on the couch next to you, taking a break from flirting with Aiden. She nudged your side as you gave her a forced smile. “Lighten up. I have a good feeling about this New Years.” 

You raised an eyebrow at your friend. “A banshee having a good feeling? That’s new. Care to elaborate?” Her full, red lips formed into a smirk. 

“You’ll see. But stop sulking, (Y/N). This isn’t A Lonely New Years.” Lydia told you before being pulled away Aiden. 

You drank from your red solo cup but Scott snatched the drink away from you. “You’re not a werewolf. You know alcohol is going to have an affect on you.” He scolded.

“Why you being a narc?” You sassed, attempting to take the cup from him. “I’m not even drunk yet.” 

“You have to be sober when that clock strikes 12, (Y/N).” Scott smiled. “I didn’t get you a Christmas present, I hope you accept a New Years present instead.” You gave him a confused look as he handed you a bottle of water. “You’ll want to remember tonight.”

“If you’re planning to hook up with me, McCall, you’re gonna want me drunk. There is no way in hell, that I’d sleep with my boyfriend’s best friend.” It was your turn to scold him. Scott only gave you a joking smile before walking away. 

You rolled your eyes as you eyed the clock. Five minutes remaining until you all enter a new beginning. Your eyes wandered around the room as everyone seemed to be gravitating towards their significant others. Lydia and Aiden. Scott and Allison. Liam and Hayden. Danny and Ethan. Malia and Theo, who everyone was hesitant to let into the party but people decided to let bygones be bygones. Corey and Mason. Hayden and Liam. Even Derek and Braeden showed up. Your heart began to race as you noticed Peter walking over to you. Although he has redeemed himself to the pack, you were scared that he might offer be your New Year’s Kiss. 

“Stiles told me to tell you that he loves you and that not a day goes by that he doesn’t think about you.” He told you. Two minutes.

“Well you tell him that I feel the same way.” You whispered a sad smile creeping onto your face.

Peter had a smug smirk on his face. In a few moments, it became 1 minute left, he then said, “Tell him yourself.” You gave him another confused look before following his gaze. 

And there he was. 

You got up from the couch as they all started counting down and ran towards Stiles. You melted into his touch. “Are you real? Stiles, is this really you?” You gasped, tears of joy falling from your eyes. “How-When-What?” 

5.

Stiles cupped your face in his hands. “You’re so beautiful. It’s almost like you got even more beautiful. Nevermind that, you got even more beautiful.” 

4.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered.

3.

Everyone was watching this reunion. You didn’t understand what happened. What you didn’t know was that the pack managed to defeat the ghost riders from right under your nose. It was a hard battle but they’d do anything to save him. And you were so thankful for their determination. 

2.

“I love you.” Stiles whispered.

1. 

“I love you, too.” You responded as the fireworks went crazy, signalling the start of the 2017. Stiles pulled you in into a kiss. And it was like finding that one puzzle piece that you couldn’t find for a long time. 

And you both finally felt complete again.