am i done yet who knows

So you want to interact with a fanfiction author

Great! I’m glad you want to reach out and start a conversation with the many creative, giving people who take time out of their busy lives to pen the stories that have captured your imagination. This post is going to cover leaving reviews, giving constructive criticism, and a few do’s and don’t’s.

If you like a fic, leave a review! You can do this a couple different ways.

Reblogging with tags. Every single creative person I know, be they writer or artist or musician, religiously stalks the tags when people reblog their work. Tags are an amazing way to communicate with a creative, especially if you’re shy about sending them a message directly or are afraid your comment will go unnoticed in their inbox.

Don’t know what to say in the tags? Think about the moment you decided you were going to reblog this piece instead of just hitting the “Like” button. Was it a particularly well done piece of dialogue? A description that made you feel like you were a part of the story instead of just reading it? A scenario you’d never considered before but changed the way you thought about [character a, situation b, or fandom c]? There’s a reason you’re taking time to reblog instead of like, so let them know why! Not every reblog needs to be a tag flail.

Alternatively, you can send the author a message. Fanmail if you’re shy and don’t want your adoration made public. Sometimes, if I don’t have time to tag a fic the way I want for whatever reason, I’ll like the piece and then shoot the author a fanmail or an ask telling them what I liked. This is also acceptable. Who doesn’t like getting mail? Crazy people who don’t use social media, that’s who.

Ok, but wait. What if you DON’T like what the author has done with their fic? What then? Yes, there are options.

Option #1: You ignore the fic. You neither like nor reblog the story. You and the author both move on with your lives. You may choose this option at any time. It is not necessary to let the author or anyone else know you have chosen this option.

Option #2: Ask the author why they chose to go that route. Politely. We’ll go over what that means later.

Option #3: Give constructive criticism. Now. Be careful with this one. Creatives are sensitive people. Make sure the author is open to it before you go barrelling into their ask box. If you message me, even on anon, saying, “Hey, I just read your latest fic and I have some concrit I wanted to run by you. Is that ok?” that is perfectly fine. If my answer is yes, go for it. If not, see Option #1.

What is concrit? Glad you asked.

This is concrit: “I totally get the vibe you were going for with that scene, but I was a little confused about the angles of the body parts. I don’t think you meant for them to be doing xyz there. It just took me out of the moment a little.”

This is NOT concrit: “You’re actually not very good at writing smut. You should probably just let [other person] write it and stick to what you’re good at. Which is not smut.”

What’s the difference? In the first one, you acknowledge what you think the author was going for. You explain what has you confused. You explain how you interpreted it. And then you leave a way for the author to contact you to respond to the concrit. You could be right. Maybe the author’s beta was having an off day and missed that awkward elbow maneuver. Maybe they don’t have a beta.  Or maybe it’s you that’s missed something. The second example is rude. This criticism is not designed to help the author. It is designed to tear them down and discourage them.

Some people adore concrit. Some people only want it before they publish a piece. Some don’t want it at all. None of these are wrong.

SIDE NOTE FOR AUTHORS: If you ask for concrit, do not be upset, offended, or throw a tantrum when someone sends you a respectful message. You did not want concrit. You wanted to ask for concrit and revel when no one sent you anything. Those are not the same things. Concrit, when given correctly, is designed to make you, the author, a better writer.

Ok, let’s go back to Option #2 now. Where you liked the piece overall, but the characters are acting a little wonky. Something’s not quite right, you think. You don’t really have any concrit, but you want to say something. Here’s what you can do, especially if the author is posting a work in progress.

Acceptable: “Hey! I just read the latest chapter of [amazing story you’ve been following since day one]. I’m enjoying the story so far, but this last one has me a little confused. Why did [character a] do [this]? I feel they would have done [that]. Am I missing something?”

Not acceptable: “Your latest chapter was a big disappointment. I feel like you just don’t know the characters anymore. There’s no way in hell [characters a and b] would be [doing xyz]. I’m sorry, I’m unfollowing you.”

In the first example, you let the author know you like their work. You are making an attempt to understand their vision. You give them a specific example of what’s bothering you. You acknowledge that there may be things coming that you aren’t aware of yet. In the second, you’re an asshat who is wasting bandwidth. The tone has shifted from commenting on the story to commenting on the author.

And here are a few general DO’s and DON’T’S:

DO tell an author you are excited to read the next chapter.

DON’T send an author a message saying only “update soon” less than five minutes after the new chapter was posted.

DO speculate on what’s going to happen next.

DON’T tell the author how to write their story.

DO ask your author how the writing process is going.

DON’T ask your author why they haven’t updated yet.

DO send your author love.

DON’T send your author anon hate.

THERE ARE NO PROFESSIONAL FANFICTION AUTHORS. (We’re not gonna talk about she-who-must-not-be-named of the fifty shade variety). Every single fic author has a job, family, friends, school, religion, other hobbies, or sleep equally vying for their attention. Respect their time, respect their work, respect them as human beings, and we’ll all get along fine.

favorite parts of batb (2017) thus far

bc it’ll be fun to see how much i can add after i do see the movie in full

*in no particular order*

  • lefou’s little wink to gaston while singing the lines “you can ask any tom, dick, or stanley / and they’ll tell you whose team they prefer to be on” and basically implying that gaston can turn all the straight men gay
  • gaston being the one to put his arms around lefou!!! like, “too much” my ass, gaston, you initiated the cuddling!!!
  • gaston shooting a fUCKING HOLE IN THE CEILING OF THE TAVERN
  • also “i’m not done with you yet” “neither am i” aka lefou being cute n gay
  • gaston not knowing what “je ne se quois” means when he lives in france
  • beast’s little smile after he threw the snowball that knocked belle over, like, who allowed for this so-called monster to be so darn cute!!!
  • belle automatically assuming every inanimate object in the castle is alive and promptly asking a hairbrush for its name
Harry Styles - “Confessions” Part Four


Alright… there’s gonna be a part 5. But, let’s do this! Part four of the ‘Confessions’ series!! Hope you guys like this one as much as you’ve liked the others. Let me know! It’s a touch happier … or is iiiiit?

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Five - Part Six


Harry groaned as he awoke, the sunlight poured down on him and he felt a layer of sweat on his forehead from the light as well the body pressed into his. When he lifted his head, finding that it rested on the back of his couch instead of his pillow, he had a moment of confusion before he remembered. You being curled up in his arms, still fast asleep against his chest, also helped jog his memory. 

It took him a moment to realize what had woken him but he quickly realized it was his phone buzzing in his pocket. He knew there was no way to pull it out and answer it without waking you so he let it continue until finally it stopped. Harry sighed, taking in a deep breath as he rest his head on top of yours, his cheek resting against your soft and sweet smelling hair. 

He was just starting to drift off back into his nap when his phone began going off again. Apparently whoever was calling him really needed to have a chat. He opened his eyes and sighed, wondering how he could possibly do this. He didn’t want to wake you but it seemed whoever was ringing him wasn’t going to give up. He shifted a bit to the side until eventually he was able to slide out from under you, helping you lay back gently onto the couch, thankfully still fast asleep. 

He didn’t even care about the phone call in that moment as he stared down at your slumbering and peaceful face. All he had seen the last while was pain and heartache but now it was all gone, just for a little bit at least. He couldn’t help as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, bringing a large and ringed hand up to brush a few hairs off of your face. The moment was then ruined by the phone once again going off. He knew he had no choice now but to take it.

When he left the living room, heading down the hall towards the kitchen, he pulled the phone out and felt his heart rate increase when he saw his mom’s name and face flashing across his screen. Why would she be calling him so many times? He hadn’t told her what was going on, he told his sister as he had gone to stay with her the night he had told you but she had sworn not to tell their mother. 

“Mum?” He questioned, answering the phone finally, as he opens the back door in the kitchen and steps out onto the back porch. “Is everythin’ alrigh’?” He questions as he leans against the railing of the deck, running his fingers over the hard wood. 

“You tell me, Harry.” Came her reply. No hello, no greeting, no asking how he was. Yeah, Harry knew in that moment that she had definitely found out. 

“Did Gem tell you, then?” He mutters, hoping it was from his sister and not that the media had gotten wind of the situation. Even with both parties involved having signed an NDA, which he hated having to see your face as you had to agree not to talk about how he knocked up a girl, these things could still get out and he dreaded the moment that they did. 

“She shouldn’ have had to, Harold, why haven’ you come to me abou’ all of this?” Harry sighed, hanging his head, unsure of how to answer. The truth was that he was afraid of his mothers disappointment. He felt he had made her so proud up until now and what a way to ruin that than with a situation like this. He had already broken the heart of one important girl in his life, he couldn’t handle doing it to another one just yet. “So it’s true then? You got a girl pregnant?” 

“Yes, mum.” Harry mutters, running a hand through his hair before his fingers begin to play nervously with his bottom lip. “Well, I go soon to have a paternity tes’ done, bu’ as of now we are almos’ certain tha’ I am the fathe’,” 

“And Y/N left you?” Harry hadn’t spoken to his sister since before he left for LA so of course she wouldn’t know that you had for some reason agreed to join him on this little adventure. “The one girl who could handle your lifestyle, put up with everything she’s had to, and you go and do this to her.” That was exactly what Harry hadn’t wanted said to him. He already knew all of this but to hear that disappointment, the disbelief, in his own mothers voice hurt almost as much as he imagined it would. 

“She’s here in Los Angeles with me.” His mother was silent on the other end. “We broke up, yes, bu’ she knew…” He sighs. “I don’ deserve her to, bu’ she came to help me through this.” He hears his mothers answering sigh as she took this information in. 

“Wha’ are you going to do, Harry?” Her voice was full of concern now. She had gotten out her reprimanding and now it was time to make sure her son was okay. No matter how upset with him she was, he was her son and she would support him through this. 

“I don’ know, mum.” Harry had done so well at keeping the tears at bay but in that moment he broke again. The tears fell a few at a time down his stubble covered cheeks, his green eyes shining as he hung his head, resting it on his arm that was supporting his weight on the rail of the deck. 

“Oh, Harry.” She sighed, picking up on the brokenness of her son on the other end of the phone. 

“I can’ do this,” He turns and takes a few steps over to a deck chair, falling into it as he wipes at his wet cheeks and stares off across his green lawn before he closes his eyes, resting his head against he back of the chair. “Wha’ do I do, mum?” His voice was so quiet as he begged him mother to help him through this even though he knew that she couldn’t. No one could. 

“We will take this one day at a time, love, okay?” She offers, her voice calm and reassuring. “I’ll fly out there as soon as I can.” 

“No, mum, you don’t have to do tha’.” Though as soon as she had offered, Harry knew he needed her to. He needed that motherly hug, that parental guidance as he began to navigate his own way into potential parenthood. 

“Too late, I’m lookin’ at flights now.” She argued and Harry knew it was a lost cause - not that he would fight hard for her not to come anyway. “You and Y/N need someone to help you through this.” 

“Thank you.” Harry didn’t even have to say it as more than a whisper but Anne picked up on his gratitude fully anyway. 

“How is she doing? Y/N?” As Harry thought back to you, fast asleep and peaceful inside, he had to bite at his lower lip to keep the tears from falling again but when he opened his mouth to speak nothing but a jumbled mess of words came out. 

“She’s.. I.. i-i mean..” And then a small, quiet sob fell from his mouth and Anne sighed. “She’s never goin’ to forgive me, mum. I’ve lost her.” He squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he looks down at his feet, more tears leaking down his damp cheeks. He didn’t even try to wipe them away now. It would be pointless as his eyes were burning with fresh tears, surely not stopping any time soon.

“Harry, love, true love always finds a way.” 

“Mum, this isn’t some romantic movie. This isn’t going to jus’ resolve itself and everyone is goin’ to be all happy in the end. I fucked up, cheated on the most importan’ person in my life, lied to her about i’ and only told her when I had to because I found ou’ I had gotten the girl I cheated with pregnant. Would you forgive Robin if he did tha’?” Anne was silent and Harry knew it was because she knew he was right. “No matter how much her and I love each other, this is i’. She won’ forgive me and I’m tryin’ to come to terms with tha’.” But with the tears still falling down his cheeks he knew he was no where near close, if he ever really would be. 

Just then, Harry turns as the back door opens and out you step. You had woken moments before to find Harry gone but heard his voice outside and came to see where he had gone off to. You had heard what he’d just said and he watches you as you walk across the deck and comes to take a seat beside him. 

“Your mum?” You ask, gesturing towards the phone. Harry gives a nod, simply watching you, trying to see if you were going to say anything more but you don’t so he looks away and sighs. 

“I should probably go, bu’ le’ me know when you’ll be here and I’ll le’ you know about the paternity test.” He says to his mother who takes a deep breath on the other end of the line, still full of concern for her son but now that she had heard your voice on the other line knew he would talk no more about the situation. 

“I will, Harry. I love you.” Harry couldn’t help but smile. Even so much as his mothers voice made him feel better, knowing that she still loved him after he fucked up like this helped a lot. He only wished he could hear those three words from the girl sitting beside him. 

“Love you too, mum.” 

“Give Y/N my love as well. Bye now, darling.” With that, his mother ends the call and Harry sighs as he puts the phone down on the seat behind him and looks over at you, finally wiping at his damp cheeks. 

“Mum sends her love.” He mutters. You can’t help but smile, biting at your lower lip. “She’s comin’ out here. Gemma told her abou’ all of this and she said she wan’s to help up through this.” 

“That is very sweet of her.” And not shocking at all. Anne had always been the best support system you and Harry had in your relationship. She would listen to you both, helped you through tough times and much to your benefit told Harry when he was being an idiot. “You hungry?” You eventually ask after it was silent between the two of you for a few moments. 

“Always.” He answers, looking over at you as you smile a bit. He returns it, one corner of his mouth upturned in a genuine grin. 

“Let’s go out to eat. Somewhere nice where we can just enjoy some good food, strong drinks and .. nice company.” You lean over, nudging him a bit with your shoulder. 

“Sounds much bette’ than sittin’ here all nigh’ bein’ sad.” Harry responds and you agreed, which is why you had suggested it. There was only so much more silence you could take before it drove you more insane than you already felt. 

“Hear anything about going to do the test?” You wonder later in the night after a nice meal at a restaurant the two of you had gone to many times on many dates in the past. It had exactly what you wanted, good food, good drinks and great privacy. 

“He sen’ me an email while we were eatin’.” Harry responds, shrugging a bit as he drives back towards the house with you in the passenger seat beside him. “It’s tomorrow mornin’.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You questioned but thinking about it, you knew why. The two of you had been having such a lovely evening. He didn’t want to ruin it by talking about anymore of this baby stuff. The two of you had shared jokes, laughs, and stories. Even 4 years together you could always find stories to tell one another and Harry was happy to see that they could still do that. Maybe there was hope after all. 

“Didn’ wanna bring it up.” He answered, focusing on the road before him. “You don’ have to go with me. It is gonna jus’ be quick, he said.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” You would prefer not to, of course, but you had come to support Harry so you would go if he needed you to. 

“I’ll be alrigh’.” He smiles over at you and reaches over, resting his large hand on your leg for a second. When he goes to pull away, you grab for his fingers, tangling yours with his. You just needed to feel his skin on yours, those long fingers between yours, their warmth, the coolness of his rings. He looks over at you, a small crease between his brows but he gives you a smile, mimicking the one you were giving him. 

“What do you they even do for this test? I mean.. what kind of test is it?” You had been wondering that ever since the lawyer had brought it up in the meeting earlier this morning. How did they go about testing if Harry’s DNA matched this baby’s when it was still in that woman’s stomach? 

“He sent me a bi’ of information on it bu’ it seems like they jus’ take my blood and her’s. The baby’s DNA is in her blood now and so they can see test it if it matches mine.” He explains. “It’s all very scientific.” You give a small laugh but were stunned by this information. You had no idea paternity could be tested like that. It was a bit fascinating, actually. 

“So you don’t want me to come hold your hand while they stick you with a needle.” You jokingly ask, pinching the back of his hand a bit. He laughs and shakes his head. He then has to release your hand as he needs two hands to pull into the driveway, pulling into the garage. 

“I think I’ll manage just fine.” You give him a grin before sliding from the vehicle and the two of you head inside. “Oh, my mum jus’ sent me her fligh’ details.” He tells you as the two of you go to collapse on the couch and he pulls out his phone. “She ge’s here tomorrow nigh’.” 

“Oh, good. It will be nice to have her here.” You sigh then, pulling your legs up to your chest and bite at your lip. 

“You alrigh’?” Harry questions, tossing his phone down beside him and leans back against the couch, looking over at you. You look over at him, resting your cheek against your knees. 

“I just feel tired, no matter how much I sleep. I feel like I just got done running a marathon. I could sleep for like a year.” Just to add on to your words, a yawn manages to escape your lips. Harry gives a small laugh, taking in how adorable you were. He resisted the urge to wrap his arms around you and cuddle you. 

“You can go take another nap. Don’ le’ me stop you.” He gestures towards the hallway but you smile and shake your head, uncurling your legs and you let out a sigh. The room fell silent then, neither of you saying anything, just staring at the wall in front of you both. 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you thought about how close he was to you, and for some reason in that moment you felt the urge to kiss him. You missed the feel of his lips on yours, the way his body surrounded you, the feel of his touch - gentle and warm. It had been so hard to be so close to him the last few days, no matter how mad at him, or how hurt and heartbroken you were, there had always been that draw towards the man beside you and it was back in full force in that moment. 

“Hey, Harry?” You end up saying, not looking over at him, continuing to keep your eyes fixed on the wall but you see out of the corner of your eye as he looks over at you. 

“Yes, love?” He questions, curious at what you were about to say. He was picking up slightly on your anxiousness and wondered what it all of a sudden could be about when things had been fine just a second beforehand. But you didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t get any words out though. So, you decide to shut off your brain from thinking logically, you instead just gave in to the feelings coursing through you and ignored the way your head was screaming at you. 

You instead listened to your heart in that moment, the part of your heart that adored the man beside you, that was completely in love with him and leaned over quickly, not giving yourself enough time to back out and pressed your lips to his. 

He gasps a bit against your lips but quickly kisses you back, his fingers coming up to tangle in your hair. You rest a hand on his cheek, the other on his chest as you lean into his chest. He turns towards you a bit more, bringing his other hand up to your waist, pulling you a bit closer. The feel of his lips on yours, the pressure they left on you, the buzzing in your chest, you felt alive for the first time in weeks and for once weren’t thinking about the entire situation. In that moment the baby didn’t matter, the cheating didn’t matter. You loved this man, you didn’t forgive him, but both of you were so emotionally unstable right now, you needed this. 

You soon pull away from him, both of you breathing deeply. Harry was feeling this pang in his chest, butterflies in his stomach, even. He was feeling the best he had in so long, he missed your touch, your kiss, so badly and here they were again, back on his. He didn’t know what that meant but as he pulled you back in for another kiss, he just didn’t care. This could be your last kiss ever and he would be okay with how perfect it was. Nothing ever gave him that happiness, that soaring feeling, that sense of completeness like your kiss. 

“I love you.” You pull back and whisper, looking into those green eyes of his that you loved so much. You just had to say it, even if it was just for one last time. 

“I love you, too, sweetheart.” Harry gave you a small smile. He knew this most likely didn’t mean the two of you were okay again, he knew you were far from that, but he wasn’t going to complain about your sudden affection towards him. He would take this over crying and arguing any day. You give him one last smile before pulling back completely. 

“I’m going to go take a bath and then probably get in bed, maybe read a little and call it an early night.” You tell him, pushing your fingers through your hair. 

“Want some company?” Harry offers, completely joking though would of course do it if you were up for it but you laugh and smack playfully at his chest. “Goodnight, love.” He reaches over, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. 

“Good luck tomorrow morning, don’t let them hurt you too much with that needle.” You say as you stand up, making your way across the room. 

“I’ll try.” You both exchange grins before you leave the room. That night, later, as you lay awake all you kept thinking about was the feel of his lips on yours once more. And for the first time in weeks, none of all this mess mattered and you finally were able to fall asleep with a smile on your face. 

This is a rather sad time for many Kpop fans. After all, recently a lot of Kpop idols found themselves harmed, many physically. However, there are also those who are suffering from a much deeper wound, one that can’t heal with the use of cream and simple rest. One of those suffers is none other than Bang Yongguk, the leader of BAP.

Originally posted by bangabrielle

Bang Yongguk has been diagnosed with panic disorder and allegedly suffers from depression. Infact, the allegedly has been suffering from depression for quite some time now.

Ironic isn’t it…. how in so many gifs he looks so happy when in reality there are so many demons plaguing his mind on a daily basis.

The pressure of being a leader…

Originally posted by bangdaeish

Of being a producer/ writer…

Originally posted by ayzis

knowing that your songs have all the power to make or break it… 

Knowing that your songs put to risk the careers of 5 other individuals as well as the whole company.

Of being a good son

Originally posted by vorajj

All there pressures and probably more than what we know of have been piling up in Yongguk;s head, cementing their place in it, all while his mental health issues were most probably ignore. After all, is the company did not properly pay them, I doubt that they would allow Yongguk to take a breath until he broke, which he did.

Interesting how we could always see a darker side to Yongguk, yet nothing seemed to be done about it until now.

Originally posted by daematos

The above is a quote from his solo song AM 4:44 released in 2015. Worrying right? Well, it wasn’t worrying enough for some people who seemed to just say shrug it off and go on!

Originally posted by hobiimin

He ‘wants to leave’…  the implication of where he wants too leave to though was always quite a horrible thought.

Originally posted by namjoonholic

Yet, despite all of his troubles, despite being as broken as he is, he never failed to give a helping hand. He did not just suffer, but did and still does, in silence, keeping up a mask, just so that he can hopefully help others.

And although I am forever grateful to his kindness and thoughtfulness, I truly hope he knows that it is okay to be selfish. 

That its okay to put your health in front of others.

That its okay to suffer with our keeping a face.

Bang Yongguk is not perfect. He is just as flawed, as fragile as any of us are.

The difference here, is that Bang Yongguk is pressured by society and by his work to always act fine so that his work does not take a hit. He is someone who lives in the public eye and can get criticised for absolute anything.

But I’m happy that he is finally getting help.

I really hope that the help he gets is proper.

I truly hope that after his battle, he does not end up as a stigmatised member of society.

I truly hope that he truly has people who will always support him, whether it is his parents, members, twin or any other person.

Please Bang Yongguk, get better.

Please don’t rush.

Please take all the time you need. 

I’m sure that BABY’s would much rather prefer to see a comeback with all 6 healthy, than if one to more of the members suffering and breaking because of our human greed.

Real BABYs waited before and we can certainly wait more. 

Real BABYs will wait for as long as needed, because health is what matters. Not a comeback, not an epic MV but for all to be as healthy as possible.

Real BABYs will love you and support you. We promise.

Why?

Because Bang Yongguk is for many:

an inspiration…

Originally posted by myunqdae

hope….

Originally posted by b2ng

a reason to go forward, despite what our own little ‘haters’ say…

Originally posted by b-y0ngguks

someone who gives us courage during bad days…

Originally posted by yong-guks

We don’t need you pat on the back to feel better Yongguk… No, we need you to embrace the journey of recovery not for us but for you. We need you to get better. To start healing.

Originally posted by daehyunny


We love you Bang Yongguk! And we will never stop!

Thank you for reading!

I have not eaten more than 500 calories a day in over a month, some days it’s as low as about 90. I’m not trying to diet or anything, it’s just a reality of way I’m living right now and my medical conditions.

Despite that, not only have I not LOST any weight, I have actually GAINED a small amount.

To say that I am frustrated is an understatement. Mostly because there are SO many people out there who think it is easy to lose weight if you want to and will push that attitude into so many people. Yet every fat person I know has tried to lose weight at LEAST once, so many have done it over and over again only to not be able to maintain unrealistic diets and starvation over a prolonged period of time with INCREDIBLY slow results.

So, like, next time you go to give unsolicited advice to a fat person about losing weight, just go and fuck yourself instead.

Green-Blooded Matchmaker (Bones x Reader TrekFest 2017)

Originally posted by anastasiacoburg

Pairing: AOS Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy/Reader, featuring nosy!matchmaking!Spocko

Rating: PG for language because McCoy is a potty mouth doctor and drug mention

A/N: Guess who did some heavy tweaking to their unfinished Spock Week fic to create THIS beautiful mess. :) Also, dammit guys I am a writer not a doctor (nor a biochemist) so please excuse any technobabble/misattributed terms. (See also: Sara slips in a Hidden Figures reference because she deserves it.)

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Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you  (Part 1)

Originally posted by always-and-forever-indeed


Ok Guys @bonniebird might have told you , but i am continuing the ‘Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin ‘ imagines . The gif does not belong to me .written because original owner said they were sadly not going to continue and that was a hell no to me .So here is a different version of her imagines 



Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus (barely)


“There you are darling,” said Uncle Kol finding you alone in the living room. You turn your head away from your coloring book to face him. 


“Hi uncle Kol, “ you frown up at him , smirking he  comes down to your level .


“Why are you sad ?” He asks . You look down to the floor , and pointed toward the outside garden , where everyone was cooing and  fighting over Hope attention . Kol couldn’t but be angry at how easily you were forgotten you were by his brother and sister’s , Like he was when he was your age when he was young . 


“Hey why don’t we go to the Cauldron to visit Aunty Davina then later the batting cages ” He says , making  your pop your head up with a shining grin on your face . “Quickly go get dressed,” He watches as you run as fast as you can to your room .



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It was late when Kol and You had returned from the Cauldron and the batting cages. Within the five minutes of the car drive home you were deep asleep snoring .The entire house didn’t move an inch as they saw Kol carry you in . But if it was Hope they would of yelled . 



“Aaahh their he is the daughter thief. Come to return to the crime , “ Kol huffs at Klaus’s words . “You know it’s not stealing since she wanted to come with me ,” Klaus was about to retort if Kol hadn’t vamp sped  you to bed. 


But not before changing you . “So you think my daughter prefers you over me ,” Klaus growls , as he slams Kol into a wall with his hand on the wall. 


“It’s not exactly a secret is it that she constantly feels left you. And you all  just push her away like she is nothing  because she is human. Yet you —” Everyone watched as Klaus snaps Kol’s neck leaving him dead on the floor. 


No one dared to touch Kol’s body as Klaus storms out of the house.



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The entire house jumped out of their seat’s as Hope had woken up the next morning. While Klaus , Elijah , and Rebekah check on Hope. Hayley prepares her food downstairs. Not even thinking of you , leaving Kol to make sure your okay.


When he reached your room he found you on your floor reading. “Good Morning Darling ,” He smirks as you walk up to hug him. “Good Morning Uncle Kol. How are you ?” 


“Perfectly fine darling , but how long have you been awake ,” He says as you two walk to your bed. “Oh about an hour ,” He wanted to question more about it , when Elijah called him for some important matters. 


By the time he came back to your room you weren’t there. He wen’t down stairs to ask him family only to see their only attention is on Hope not even noticing how you aren’t in the house.


After two searches around the house he decides to look around the  French Quarter , when he couldn’t find you their he went to Cauldron , then soon after all off New Orleans. 


Once he returned home he still saw every one was cooing over Hope . “ENOUGH I AM DONE KEEPING QUIET,” screams kol while throwing a vase, making every one look at him as Hope whimpers and curls up to Hayley making everyone angry.


“OH NOW I AM THE BAD GUY, FOR MAKING POOR HOPE WHIMPER. THEN WHAT ABOUT YOU LOT WHO HAVE  HAVE YET TO SEEM TO NOTICE THAT (Y/N) IS NO WHERE TO BE SEEN ,”He yells , as Klaus vamp speeds in front of him , making Hayley and Hope Leave the room.


“YOU DARE SAY I DON’T CARE ABOUT MY DAUGHTER’S HO-”


“OH SO YOU DO KNOW YOU HAVE MORE THAN ONE DAUGHTER YET YOU CHOOSE TO IGNORE , LIKE HOW YOU IGNORE YOUR LOVE AND CONCERN FOR –” Kol was cut off with klaus flinging him into the dinning room.


“Do not dare you think i do not care for my daughter’s ,when you can’t even have one , And as for (Y/N) she is –”


“Not Here,” said Elijah .


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Tears stained your face as the blood stained knife comes closer to your face. “No! No! Please stop,” you scream as the man walks closer to you . he was about to stab you when his heart and head is ripped off.


You never been so happy to him in your life, than at this moment . Thou you two have always seen each other you , Never would of thought he would be able to make . You limp into your Uncle’s open embrace . As Klaus enters the room with Haley right behind him. 


“It’s okay now Love  , it’s all over now “ he says “I am sorry  I couldn’t have gotten here sooner , “ he continues on trying to calm your tears and hiccups to the point where your just sniffling . He picks you up and tries to give you to Hayley , but you scream and cry  , making Kol back away with you in hand , but when he tries Klaus Scream to the point where Kol can here his ears ringing. 


He knew it was pointless on trying to convince you to go to your parent’s to he just carried you out , since during your captivity your left leg was messed up . No one said  anything on the way home . 



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“She didn’t even want to come close to us ,”Hayley said , as tears threatened to come out of her eyes while plopping down onto the couch. “She didn’t want to come near her mother ,” tears ran down her cheeks. 



“And I didn’t even notice my child was gone until someone else told me . It  wasn’t even like she was gone for a few minutes she was gone for over six hours. “ by now she was sobbing into Elijah , as Klaus over hears the conversation from his room.


“Was I such a horrible father  to them, both “ Klaus watches as his one night stand and brother try to comfort each other, while he watches Hope sleep. ” She hates me .“ he whispers to no one in particular, but hears his words .


"She doesn’t hate you Nik she–”“


"Just doesn’t want me to near her in her time of need , but hope would of ran straight into my arms. "He says, while running his fingers through her hair as Kol walks into the room . "That’s the problem brother you keep complaining that (Y/N) isn’t like Hope , and you keep pushing her away . eventually she will not want to think about that ,” Kol says then left Klaus so he can be alone 

Let It Be Known: Part 1

Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Mob Boss Hux x Bakery Shop Owner!Reader

Summary: Next to the restaurant that well-known Mob Boss, Armitage Hux, frequents and owns, is your bakery shop. After a rather unfortunate occurence, Hux begins to frequent to your bakery more often.

A/N: FINALLY adding my contribution to the Mob Party. And yes. ANOTHER series. LEAVE ME ALONE. I NEEDED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD, OKAY?!


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Hux inhaled the cigarette smoke then exhaled. The smoke clouding his vision then floating up into the air, “So, Thanisson, you’re telling me that this little Resistance gang held you and the rest of my men at gunpoint as they took my money to then climb to the top of the buildings and throw it into the air for measly civilians to get a hold of it?”

The young man gulped, “Yes, sir. There were too many of them. We were surrounded. We couldn’t fight them off.”

“Couldn’t? Or wouldn’t?” Thanisson gulped again, but gave no answer. Hux sighed and set his cigarette onto the ash tray on the table, “Thanisson, you’re a young boy. I see myself in you. You’re very determined to rise up in the ranks.” Hux stood up and buttoned his suit jacket and leaned over the table, “But you have no spine.” Mitaka came up behind Hux and slipped on his black greatcoat. He then handed him black leather gloves, which Hux slipped on. “However, because I see myself in you, I’ll give you another chance.” Thanisson exhaled a breath of relief, “But fail me again, I will not hesitate to have you killed. Understand?”

Thanisson nodded, “Y-Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Hux nodded and then left the restaurant leaving the young boy shaking in his knock-off Louis Vuitton shoes. 

Hux’s right hand and body guard, Kylo Ren, followed Hux out the door and towards the waiting car, “I think you’re going soft. You usually would kill right off the bat.”

Hux rolled his eyes as he buttoned his coat, “Don’t give me that, Ren. I’m sure you’ve noticed that the number of men I have is diminishing. I have to be careful or else this Resistance will overrule me.” Before Hux stepped into the black SUV, he caught a whiff of something sweet. It reminded him of the muffins his childhood nanny used to make him. His eyes glanced to the bakery next door. He felt a pull. Hux glanced at Kylo and said, “Wait, here. I’ll be back.” 

“A bakery? Really, Hux?”

“It’ll only be a moment.” Hux sneered. He made his way to the warm yellow building. A sign in cursive read: Made with Love Bakery. Hux opened the door and stepped in. He was greeted to warmth and the smell of sugar.

“I’ll be out in a second!” He heard a young woman’s voice come from, what he assumed, the kitchen. Seconds later, you came out wearing a sky blue apron holding a tray of fresh blueberry muffins wearing matching sky blue oven mittens. You set the tray on the counter and gave an exhausted sigh, “Sorry for the wait! I’m Y/N! How may I help you?”

Hux couldn’t help but softly smile. Your smile was contatious, “I couldn’t help, but catch a whiff of something that I believe are blueberry muffins.”

“Well, you have a mighty nose there, Mister Hux. Just took them out of the oven.”

Hux’s smile faltered, “You know who I am?”

You chuckled, “How could I not? You’re Armitage Hux, Mob Boss as well as owner of the First Order restaurant next door.”

“And you’re not scared of me?”

You shook your head, “You haven’t done anything to me that could make me scare of you…yet.” The last part you said with a chuckle, “But anyway, did you want some muffins? While they’re still fresh?” 

Hux nodded, “If you’d be so kind.”

You nodded. You picked up two muffins and set them in a small warm yellow box that matched the outside of your building. You also poured some fresh hot chocolate into a to go cup. You slid them over the desk, “Here you go, sir.”

“How much do I owe you?”

You shook your head, “Free of charge, sir.”

“No, I can’t. Surely I could-”

“I always give newcomers their order free. I also provided the hot chocolate since it looks pretty cold out. Figured you’d want to keep warm.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it.” Hux opened the box and took a small piece from a muffin and popped it into his mouth. He hummed at the warmth and the familiar taste, “I feel like a child again.”

You laughed, “Oh really? And why is that?”

“My childhood nanny, that I was incredibly fond of,  would always make blueberry muffins. They were heavenly. Yours taste just like them.”

“Well thank you for your high praises, sir.”

“Please, no need for formalities. Just call me Hux.”

You nodded, “Thank you, Hux.”

Hux closed the box, “I’ll leave you to continue your work. Enjoy the rest of your day, Y/N.”

“You as well, Hux!”

Hux walked back to the waiting SUV with hot chocolate and muffins in hand. When he slipped into the car, Kylo gave him a questionable look. Hux glared at him, “Don’t question me, Ren.”

“She was attractive, the shop girl. Will you see her again?”

Hux wanted to say yes, but he didn’t want to give Kylo the satisfaction of knowing he’s gone soft. Therefore, he simply muttered, “We’ll see.”

ultradreamologistblog  asked:

hi 👋 I just wanted to say I've been following your for ages & your tumblr is goals af - I also wanted to ask/say I was so disappointed to find that people on tumblr are just outright hating on acowar & completely disregarding the fact that it did have some wonderfully beautiful moments with our fave characters, there was more representation (I mean hello Helion & various other sexy poc) & we got a nice ending where no one died - isn't that what we have all been praying for since September!? Pt1

I’m not ignoring the fact that there were no flaws in her writing or some of the decisions she made about the plot but it’s just so sad to see what once was a wonderful & loving fandom (albeit as but of a salty one) become something nasty. I just wanted to ask how you felt about how no one is focusing on the good right now as well as looking forward to all the stuff in the novellas ☺️ Pt 2
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Oh man! This is great! And I gotta tell ya, I have positive posts and theory posts READY TO GO! I’m just stalling on the posts cuz not everyone has read the book yet. So I’m waiting.

But a mini list of things I was/am super excited about in ACOWAR:

1) Maas FINALLY got more distinguished about skin color in this book! The illyrians were golden-brown. (It was odd when she said Lucien was too—but again not complaining.)

2) I’m happy that we have a main character who is gay. And I know that not everyone is okay with how it was done, but I said this before and I’ll say it again, I would rather Maas try and get it wrong then not try at all. And I know people who identify really REALLY hard with Mor’s story in this book—so it can’t be all bad.

3) We also got some GREAT Azriel moments!!! Which I honestly needed. He is an interesting dude. And Maas was on her game for his scenes. She did a LOT of showing and not telling when it came to his decisions and interactions ESPECIALLY with Elain. And let’s just say my heart grew three sizes.

4) She left us with mystery! I NEED to know what Nesta really is! I get she’s probably a witch, but by what the Bone Carver said—that can’t be all! I NEED to know why Vassa said Mr. Archeron was like a father to her! I need to know if Elain is a low-key shadowsinger, or if Truth-Teller allowed her to travel through the shadows! WHY DOES THE CAULDRON LIKE ELAIN???! It’s not supposed to feel! SO WHY was it showing Elain how mad it was when Nesta took from it? What did it show Elain when it lured her from the war camp, and did it have ANYTHING to do with her reaction to Azriel?!

5) The set up for NESSIAN was fantastic. Like. I can’t even explain how great it was when they likened her to a death god and him to a god of warriors. WHO BETTER TO WALK HAND IN HAND WITH DEATH THAN A WARRIOR?! 💀💔🗑 classic Maas meaning right there

6) LUCIEN GETTING HIS GROOVE BACK! That poor child has been cloistered away, living in exile in the Spring Court—he finally got to spend his wings! He got to go on a mini quest! He went into the library to get a book to READ FOR PLEASURE. He still loves Jesminda—that was pretty clear—but he is learning to be his own man again. He was surrounded by people who valued his opinion. By people WHO ASKED for his opinion! JAYSUS. And not I think he is gonna do big things. He’s gonna see the world, meet his real dad, Use his Spell-Cleaver powers to save Vassa and maybe fall in love with her. Because let’s be honest, she seemed pretty in line with Jesminda and Lucien seemed to value Jes’s choice to love him. Ugh. My sweet fox!

7) Nesta showed some serious vulnerability and she stopped acting like a jerk to push people/feeling away. She is a complicated being. And she showed a lot of depth in this book. I think she is 100% aware of the mating bond. But Idk about Cassian. And what were her and Amren really doing in the Court of Nightmares? Did Amren tell Nesta she’s a witch, or was Devlon the first person to say that to her? WHAT IS SHE REALLY?!

8) ARCHERON. SISTER. FLUFF. Dudes. Oh, my dudes. After they saved Elain and Nesta ran to Feyre first and then they all slept in the bed together JUST LIKE OLD TIMES. KILL. ME. DEAD. I WAS ALIVE! THE FEELS! It still causes me physical pain to think about it!

And gosh. I could go on. But I’ll stop here. Maybe make a post for later. LOL.

Amarte Es Un Placer (Part 1)

Summary: Soulmate AU. You and Draco share each mark, bruise, and marring on your skin. As life progresses and each mutual marking is worse, you grieve for your hurting soulmate. And he steps into your life when you least expect it. 

Word Count:1,913

Warnings: Slight blood talk. Slight angst.

A/N: This fic is my baby and I hope you all like it! I have a thing for naming my fics in Spanish now lol. But yes, enjoy this please :)  Part 2 will be out soon, I’m just too excited to write it all in one swoop and I haven’t posted something in so long.

Title Translation: Loving You is a Pleasure.


Like every other human being inhabiting this planet, you were born connected to an individual. One person that would look at you and see their world. One who would hold you like they’d never hold anything more precious for as long as they lived. One who would love you with passion and fire that eternally hungered for more.

There were no signs as to who this certain person was. You only had marks on your skin, marks that whenever he got, you got. It also worked the other way around and you found that you were extremely careful about this. You didn’t want him to get bruises and feel pain because of you. Yet that same thought didn’t seem to be in his mind and your life was spent trying to explain this or that mark.

As you grew up, before you turned eleven and followed your family’s footsteps into wizarding school, you only got minor scrapes and cuts. You assumed they were from broom-riding, you could swear you felt the wind batting against your face sometimes, even if you were sitting alone in your room reading a book.

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Klayley + Season 4 Lyrics (4x02) | requested by anon

And after all’s been said and done
Who said it best,
were you the one?
Into the quiet I am bound.
What you have lost,
I’ve never found.
I lost my nerve,
yet peace surrounds.
So carry on.
And carry on.

OH MY GOD YOU GUYS I AM STILL SOOOO SALTY ABOUT THIS LAST EP

So they’re telling that this guy (who sang to someone he didn’t evEN KNOW TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER BTW IN THE VERY FIRST EP)

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SAID THIS

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BUT DID THIS (like Robby had organized it pfft) (couldn’t find the gif)

SAID THIS

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DID THIS

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And APOLOGIZED FOR SOMETHING HE HASN’T EVEN DONE YET 

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GAVE JESS THIS???????!!?!?!?!?

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I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT

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Nobody (Part 12)

(this is how I imagined the photos would be tacked on the walls)

Plot:  Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky.  Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of torture and gore

Words: 1873 

A/N: Just a note that the story takes place in 2016 because that’s when I first started writing.  Hope you like this part.  Feedback is always welcome!


Reader’s POV

You fell down the rabbit hole.

Information swirled around you in a haze, overwhelming your senses, invading your mind.  Your face was frozen in time in black and white photographs tacked on boards around the room.  Eerily, they seemed to take on a life of their own, as if the photos began to move and change, playing out the captured instances of torture on an endless loop. The memories of these moments resurfaced, filling in the blanks and missing the edges of each scene.  Here was the moment they’d shocked you just before your flesh sizzled and burned like bacon in a frying pan.  There, captured in perfect clarity, was the instant your organs slid off the table and, frozen in mid-air, hurdled to the lab floor.  Black pools of blood peppered the background in the majority of photos, spattering the walls, staining the floors.

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Sick of Losing Soulmates - Sherlock x reader

A/N: Sherlock Holmes has ruined me completely and there is no denying it. Honestly, I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore, because it’s 11:13 in a thursday morning and I have this somewhat important exam tomorrow, yet I’m here with another request because why the fuck not, right?
But anyways, drama aside, I really hope you guys enjoy this. Also, for the lovely people who have sent me requests, do not fear, I have not forgotten about you. They will be coming soon, I promise, because mind you I am not done with ruining my life just yet.

Requested by anon: sherlock x reader song fic based on sick of losing soulmates by dodie?

Word count: 2413
Warnings: angst because I’m all in for it

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Draco Malfoy x Reader

You’re the transfer student at Hogwarts after the war. You were sorted into Gryffindor. At breakfast you sat by yourself. You’re pretty sure that everyone thinks you’re shy when really you just didn’t care.

Your first class is Double Potions with the Slytherins. Snape puts everyone in pairs and you get stuck with Draco Malfoy. Great.

“Why is this scum sitting next to me?" 

As the question rolls out of his mouth, the class goes dead silent. Probably wondering what the ‘shy’, quiet, new student is going to say.

"I’m sorry.”

“For what? Existing?” he sneers.


“I’m sorry for whatever I did to give you the impression that you can insult me. Because you’re wrong.”

He blinks in surprise and by the continuing silence, the class is surprised too.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Well, since the Professor told me to get with Draco Malfoy, I’m assuming that’s you. But please tell me I’m wrong. I’m begging you.”

He rolls up the sleeve from his left arm to show you the black skull and snake.

“Do you know what that is?”

“Yes. It’s the Dark Mark. Done with the interrogation yet?”

“So what am I?”

“An immature boy.”

Some people chuckle at this. He asks again through clenched teeth.

“So what am I?”

“A slimy git?” you guess.

“I’m a Death Eater.”

“No you’re not.”

“Really? They sure fooled me.”

“You’re an ex-Death Eater. What’s up with that name any way? Are you the one eating death or are you force feeding death to someone else?”

He chuckles dryly. 

“So you know who my leader was?”

“Voldemort." 

He flinches.

 "But if I recall correctly, someone in this room defeated him.”

He turns to Snape and asks impatiently, “Do I have to sit next to this horrible creature?”

You interrupt before Snape can answer. 

“Aw, is Dwaco afwaid of gwirls/gwuys?”

Draco glares at you while Snape warns, “Miss/Mr (L/N)..”

“No. I just don’t like ugly ones.”

“You’re so shallow. Personality makes someone beautiful, not just looks. That’s why I’m beautiful and no one can figure out what you are.”

“Miss/Mr (L/N)! If I have to warn you one more time, you’ll go see the Headmistress!”

“You beautiful? Maybe in another universe.”

“You still admitted that I’m beautiful.”

“Did not!”

“Uh huh. In an alternate universe, I’d still be myself, but my environment would be different. So if my alternate self is beautiful, my normal self is beautiful.”

He scowls at your logic.

“Well, at least I have friends.”

“Where? I came in here and you were by yourself, no one near you. When you have friends, they normally talk to you. I might not have friends here, but I at least have some.”

Draco’s left eye starts to twitch. Snape’s deadly drawl interrupts.

“Miss/Mr (L/N), if you’d be so kind, please go see the Headmistress.”

“No offense, Professor, but I’m not going unless Mr. Malfoy accompanies me. He’s caused as much of a disruption as I have.”

“Fine, whatever! Both of you go! Now!”

You take a bow to the class and to your surprise, they applaud.

You stomp out with Malfoy on your heels. As soon as the Potion doors shut, Malfoy has you pinned against the wall.

“What’s your problem?!” you hiss.

He whispers in your ear, “You. No one talks to me like that and it kinda turns me on. You’re feisty. I like feisty.”

Then he kisses you roughly. It was the best damn kiss you’ve ever had.

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Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Characters: Sam x Siren!Reader, Dean, OFC

Word Count: 2002

Warnings: Spn-like death/murder/violence, Angst, Some Fluff

Request: This idea may seem weird but what if reader is a mermaid. Now stay with me I know you already thinking this idea is crazy but let me elaborate. Reader is a mermaid who feeds off of people’s thoughts. And she believes that she isn’t harming anyone but when people started dying from like brain deca that’s when the duo goes to investigate. Idk this idea came to me after I watched Just My Imagination and this is really long but can you make this happen. Pairing whoever you want(please pick Sam)

A/N: @diesintheshower, I’m so sorry this took forever.  My life kind of spiraled out of control there for a while.  But I really did love your request!  I hope you like this/ I did didn’t muck it up.


You stirred your latte, drawing patters in the foam.

You feigned attention to your book, to your coffee, pretending you were paying attention to anything but the man across from you.  

Still, you found yourself staring at him more than you should be.

Another man would have thought you were flirting with him.  But he was a writer and had eyes only for his work.  What was more, he was in love with one of his characters.  You could feel it, see it in his mind.  

You delved deep into his thoughts, into his work, drinking in the new ideas and the new stories he’d brought with him to the coffee shop today.

He came here daily, to write uninterrupted.  

And you came here daily to feel his stories, to feed off that creative drive.  

You drew your spoon from your coffee, wiping the foam off on a napkin before taking in your reflection in its convex surface. 

Your reflection, a siren’s reflection.

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PERFORMANCE READING BY YOURS TRULY

“I stared toward the open world, the city and the restless sea and the dry winter night.

Maybe it was some shred of courage, or recklessness, or I was so high above everything that no one save Rhys and the wind could hear, but I said, ‘I’m thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. I’m thinking there’s a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet. I’m thinking … ’ The words became choked. I shook my head as if I could clear the remaining ones away. But I still spoke them. 'I’m thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety. And I’m thinking maybe he knew that—maybe not actively, but maybe he wanted to be that person for someone. And maybe that worked for who I was before. Maybe it doesn’t work for who—what I am now.’

There.

The words, hateful and selfish and ungrateful. For all Tamlin had done—

The thought of his name clanged through me. Only yesterday afternoon, I had been there. No—no, I wouldn’t think about it. Not yet.

Rhysand said, 'That was five. Looks like I owe you two thoughts.’ He glanced behind us. 'Later.’“

-Excerpt from ACOMAF, Sarah J Maas.

Um, enjoy? Share? A little performance reading from yours truly. Please reblog if you like it! Would this be something y'all would want me to do again?

Together // Sherlock x Reader

Words // 2129 (initally it was longer but then it was kind of becoming more of a fanfic and I was dragging out a lot so it’s cut short.)

Warnings // None (There’s a mention of kidnapping)

Summary // You and Sherlock have been married for a while and after a very eventful night at a pool he vowed to keep you safe.

A/N What if I did a Y/N fanfic? Would you like that nor not?

Originally posted by silent-micka

You stared at Sherlock, it was the middle of the night and John had gone to bed. The two of them had a somewhat traumatic experience, at least it was for John, of course Sherlock didn’t let anything on but you knew something was up, it was the hard stare he had focused on his violin, almost a glare.

“You can’t leave me in the dark, you have to tell me these things.’’ You said as you stood up and stepped in front of him, forcing him to look at you rather than the violin. John was extremely surprised the first time he arrived to find you currently living in 221B, not just living though actively being married to Sherlock. It was almost like a job you had to take on but you liked it.

You two met on a crime scene which wasn’t the most romantic of things, you weren’t exactly like Sherlock, you were smart but that kind of was it. You just happen to be related to Greg who desperately needed help and deemed you smart enough; you would just say that you are just smart, others would say absolutely brilliant, it differed. All that was certain is that Sherlock liked you for both your intelligence and wit.

You didn’t even remember how your whole relationship had started but when it did he clearly stated he found the words ‘I love you’ rather dull and empty just as he wasn’t too intimate, you didn’t mind it too much though as you realized you didn’t need to have someone who kissed you every second to have a good relationship with them. You went along with him on half of his cases because you had free time and they also intrigued you, the two of you had a relationship that could look odd to people who weren’t closely involved but those who were knew that it was a real relationship and not just something fake, which is why Sherlock decided to ask you to marry him after a few years.

You decided on no ceremony, just getting a beautiful pair of rings and signing papers, that was it. The two of you had decided that you might do it later once but both of you were very busy and didn’t really feel the need for it, you could postpone it for a while.

“I know.’’ He said with a sigh. “This was different, this is different. This is someone who would walk to the end of the earth to achieve his goals and likely have someone else take all the steps.’’ Sherlock said as he rose, you were a few inches apart. “Well, then tell me. I might not be a perfect equal to you but together we could upstage him. That would be the logical thing.’’ You replied and he smiled.

“Of course you would use logic.’’ He said. “Jim Moriarty. As he said, he will burn the heart out of me.’’ Sherlock finished and you were able to see the fear in his eyes, it was clearly shown if you had known him for a while and you understood why he was afraid, obviously this Jim Moriarty meant you and Sherlock must’ve realized that, even If he never said the words I love you he definitely did and he knew that himself too.
“Then I am afraid to inform him most people would tell you that you don’t have one.’’ You said as an attempt to lighten the mood which obviously was unable to happen but you made an effort and Sherlock held a smile for precisely a second and it left as you had recited words he had said.
“But you’re not most people and that’s why he’s interested in you, or will be the second he finds out about you which he likely already has.’’ Sherlock said and you nodded, obviously this was quite tense which you understood, this was definitely serious and you felt slightly afraid, Sherlock seemed frightened of him but not willing to let it on which meant this was definitely serious.
“Well, let’s assume he already has if he is as dangerous as you’ve said. Chances are he has, let’s say an 85% as it’s been a few hours since you were in the pool just as he seemed to have done his research quite well,’’ You said and Sherlock nodded. “I would say informing Mycroft but we both know you absolutely despise it,’’ Sherlock smiled. “Well, I’m still technically on vacation and we both know I am absolutely able to schedule my own hours. For now let’s plan out something during this week, once it’s over we can decide what is best.’’ You suggested and he nodded.
“What would I do without you?’’ He asked and you had never heard him this cheesy.
“Drugs probably.’’ You bluntly stated and he almost laughed, it was a thing the two of you had gotten over already, you didn’t completely understand why but had a small idea of why, still it had been such a long time ago that it became more of a joke.

-8-


“Where is she?’’ Sherlock asked as he stomped inside Mycroft’s office, all the precautions they took, and it were far too many to think of as healthy, yet still the thing he feared most happened, he couldn’t understand it and it was killing him inside. They anticipated all the different moves that could’ve been taken yet it still happened.

“She?’’ Mycroft asked and Sherlock was tempted to do a list of things but he stopped himself from doing it, he very well knew this was one of the few things he got emotional about and because it’s one of the few things if he became emotional it was more than just a bit sad or a bit angry, he would be able to things he himself couldn’t even predict and he was convinced Mycroft couldn’t either.

“Yes she, Y/N. The woman I have been married to, if you hadn’t taken notice.’’ Sherlock snappily replied. Mycroft obviously had to know who he was talking about, he remembered her telling him how he had done, sort of, the same thing he did to John and once in the middle of her work entered her office to say that he approves, yet here Mycroft was acting like he was an utter idiot.

“I don’t know what happened, how am I supposed to know if I have been in a meeting the whole day?’’ Mycroft replied and Sherlock looked at him for a while, he really didn’t have a clue which made him even angrier, yet he was also surprised at the concern that started to become clear in Mycroft, Mycroft hated not knowing even more than Sherlock did as he always knows. “Well, are you going to tell me what happened?’’ 

“Moriarty, he kidnapped her, there’s no other solution.’’ Sherlock said and Mycroft sighed as he hadn’t explained in the slightest what really happened.

 “Like I said, what happened? How come you’ve drawn this conclusion?’’ Mycroft asked and Sherlock glared at him but started to explain it anyway. He explained what happened at the pool, Moriarty his promise, how Y/N had gotten different notes at her work which was his work and how, despite their careful planning, Sherlock ended up finding her phone discarded at her work with one picture of a random building, he imagined the place she was held captive.

“And you want me to do what exactly?’’ Mycroft asked once he was finished, of course in the meanwhile Mycroft had come up with multiple things to do but there was something in him that refused to show Sherlock how much he cared, it was like a shield that has been a blessing for most of his life but sometimes also a curse. “Anything you can.’’

“I will. Don’t worry, I might not like it that much but I care quite a lot about her too.’’ Mycroft admitted and Sherlock nodded. He left the room on his phone and Mycroft could only imagine how the next days were going to be.


-8-


“Sherlock, you need to eat.’’ John said, staring at his best friend who was staring at the blue computer screen, it was the middle of the night which was the first thing John was concerned about. In the past forty-eight days were long ones and ones where he hadn’t seen Sherlock properly sleep. John slept in long for a few days to which he gave Sherlock the benefit of the doubt that he slept long enough but most of the times it were just short naps and John was afraid he’d pass out any second just as he hadn’t exactly been eating in the past few days, just drinking mugs of coffee and tea, John didn’t want to force food down his throat but would if he didn’t eat anything soon.

“Irrelevant.’’ Sherlock replied as he quickly typed something John didn’t read and then went back to simply staring, John sighed. “If you pass out it’s not going to help Y/N you know.’’ John was quite annoyed by his behaviour. He understood the worry, he worried as well as despite that he hasn’t lived in 221B for too long he did get to know you quite well and had the same worry he felt for Sherlock. 

Suddenly, his phone rang. It took Sherlock less than a second to answer the phone and demand a harsh yes, John couldn’t quite hear it but if he was right it was Greg’s voice that was present which meant some progress must’ve been made. “Address.’’ Sherlock demanded over the phone and John immediately went for his jacket and shrugged it on, after ten seconds Sherlock put his phone away and was pulling his own coat and scarf on. “They managed to find the building belonging to the last image. He obviously did it on purpose, what’s so special about forty-eight though.’’ Sherlock said as they raced down the stairs and climbed into a cab.

“Well, you’re supposed to be the genius.’’ John said as they were driving and Sherlock absent-mindedly nodded, staring outside before going back to his phone. “Forty-eight months would be 4 years, we’ve been together longer but married shorter, it doesn’t make sense. It all just doesn’t add up.’’ Sherlock said annoyed and John watched, unsure what to do to make it all easier for his friend. 

“Well, keep thinking. Forty-eight can’t be a date, maybe half it or something like that, divide it?’’ John suggested, he hoped it didn’t sound too stupid but he didn’t have a clue what fort-eight could mean besides implying some kind of date if you divided it by something.

“Of course!’’ Sherlock suddenly said and John anticipated an explanation. “Forty-eight, divided by two is twenty-four. Second month of the year, the twenty-fourth we got married.’’ John noticed the shift in Sherlock’s voice, there was some form of disappointment or something alike which John could notice but he wasn’t too sure.


-8-


It took them twenty minutes exactly to arrive there, Greg and a force of policemen, ranging from snipers to people who were just writing tickets out. Greg gave a signal and all of them went inside, it took them five more minutes to scan the building and once they had it was deemed safe, no one inside beside you.

When Sherlock saw you he immediately rushed to you, not even paying the slightest attention to the massive painting on the wall behind you. John did though, the letters were blood red but it was quickly noticed it was just spray paint but scarily reminiscent of blood, the letters I O U were massive and sprayed onto the wall.

“Are all right?’’ Was the first thing he asked and only then did he realize you were unconscious. The next few minutes were a blur for everyone, Greg went to call an ambulance and close the building to have the force search through it for any signs of what happened or if there was any trail leading to Moriarty. John argued with Sherlock for a while but he eventually let you go and let John examine you, he is the doctor after all. He pointed out a few things Sherlock hadn’t seen yet but a lot he had and luckily just a few minutes after the ambulance arrived.

This was very much Sherlock’s biggest fear come alive and John also started to realize that. What surprised Sherlock most was the fact that he really needed you, more than anything in the world. He knew that already but never thought he would experience and feel it as intensely because something like this would happen. From now on it would always be together.

what he wanted

Everything makes sense now. How you wanted my walk to be a little different (my pace was always off)… how my hair could be a lil better… skin could be a lil lighter (because thats what your family accepted)… how my attitude could be better (I won’t disagree on that)… how I could stand to lose a few pounds… how you wanted to impregnate me soooooo bad… because, well, she was pregnant.
And her walk was graceful. Her hair was silky, while mine kinked.
And my skin was kissed by the sun.
and my attitude was reluctant to believe your lies while she, put up with them.
I get it.
I am not her.
and you wanted me to become what you lost. You wanted to fill the void of that great thing that you lost.
Had I known, I would have never even tried to convince you that I was enough.
To justify the glide in my walk.
The coil of my hair.
The tint of my skin.
The inflection in my voice.
The weight from my thighs…
Barred from emotion, I allowed you to penetrate my soul. I allowed you to make a home out of me… while you moved your baggage in. I became full of foreign objects. Not like myself but, I allowed it. I wanted so bad to caution myself from the fall… but I could not break the fall. I couldn’t break it. I couldn’t stop the feelings. Forced to encounter emotions that I knew, know nothing about. I could never be enough to a man who is not done with his past. You loved her… love. It never leaves. Ive allowed myself to connect with you on a different plane, yet and still, you were still connected to another source. I am sharing you with her. Not physically but, spiritually. This is a fight that I will never win. I don’t doubt at all that you love me. And this thing… it was never intentional. We don’t plan for life to happen this way. For love to come and go. For the love of our lives to be taken away from us. What we cannot do is hold on to dead weight.
I’m sorry, for not being… her.

-old dirt still yields flowers that bloom from the rain.

-B♥️
04.28.2017