crying hold up


That’s a coin you’d give to the King of America himself. Not some pissant bastard like your piece of shit husband. Just give me my fucking coin back!

Long distance relationships are hard.

Really hard.

And no one else quite understands.

There are more reasons to fight, to cry, to break up.

But distance also gives us a reason to love harder than any other couple should.

To fight harder, because in the end, we have something gain.

We have miles to fight through, and closeness to fight for.

We put our entire beings into these relationships, and although we may not hold hands as often, or hugs as often, or touch lips often, we will never take those things granted.

Each touch is special, each kiss cherished.

We may be separated by space and time, but the bond between couples who push through the hardest of time is the strongest.

There may be miles between, but there is no one closer.

Imagine Gideon getting his heart back and he immediately goes to Belle and wants to apologize to her for the terrible, terrible things he did and she just hugs him so tightly and tells him that it’s okay, and she loves him and for the first time, he can REALLY feel it :)))

psycho 05/taehyung

Originally posted by jimins-bootae

warning and a note: this chapter has some sexual harassment/slight violence (knife) in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story

note: in this chapter i mention his brother but because I don’t know his name i put h/b/n instead which stands for his brothers name 

note2: sorry for any mistakes I will try and fix them later on

summary: it’s going to be okay I promise


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Imagine being pregnant with Loki’s child and he would be scared the baby could be a monster like him.

Loki x Reader

Words: 1.031

Warning: angst, fluff?

Requests are open. Gif is not mine xx


For a week now you felt awful. Every morning you had the feeling you have to throw up soon and you were alternating either cold or hot.

It was a strange feeling, especially when you thought about how rare it was that some of your people went sick. Because of this fact you were worried, but too worried to tell anyone. You didn’t want to get more scared just because your friends or your fiancé Loki knew you felt miserable.

The hiding game found an end when you woke up one morning, feeling like you would die soon and a horrible pain made a way through your belly. Moaning of pain you tried to stand up of your bed, when Loki woke up.

“What’s wrong?,” he asked afraid, when he realized you were in pain.

“I… I don’t know,” you started to cry, couldn’t hold it up anymore, “It feels like I’m gonna die.”
“No…,” Loki sighed afraid and you never had seen him this frightened before. He went pale and in his eyes you saw how he imagined you laying death on the ground. This wasn’t really helpful but anyway he started to scream for help, while he let you sit down again on the bed, where he took you hand in his and felt your forehead.

“You are so cold,” he whispered and when Loki said this it has to mean something, because usually he was the cold one.

“Make it stop, please make it stop,” you whispered heavy breathing and you screamed in pain when the aching feeling grew.

“No, no, no, everything is gonna be alright, love, I am here, everything will be fine,” he tried to calm you, when the guards opened the door, “Help her, she is in pain!” Loki seemed furious and the next thing so saw were darkness.

The pain reduced with time and it felt just like some seconds when you opened your eyes again but you weren’t in your bedroom, you were in another room, a room where usually just injured warriors were.

“Oh you are awake, how are you?” You saw to the young woman next to your bed and your confusion let her smile.

“You are fine, don’t worry.”
“Than why was I in pain?”

“Because of your baby,” she answered with an honest smile and you gasped in shock of this news. You were  pregnant? Immediately you touched your belly but seemed like it was to early too feel something.

“Baby,” You mumbled quietly and had no idea what you should feel more: confused or happy?

“Yeah, it is just a little problematic because of the genes the father brought to the kid, that is why you were so in pain, your body was confused about the whole giants thing, you know?”
“But the baby is healthy?”

“Oh yeah,” she said with a smile and you sighed relived and couldn’t help yourself but start to giggle. You were pregnant! Loki and you would get a baby together and this was the thing you always wanted the most. A happy family.

“Does he know?”
“Oh no, I just told him you are fine but I think this is something you should tell him by yourself,” she answered smiling and you nodded and felt exciting when you thought about how Loki’s reaction might be.

“Is there something I should take care of? What if my body…”

“I’ve given you something which should help you. If the pain comes back, just come here as fast as you can,” she comforted you.


When you entered your bedroom, you weren’t surprised seeing Loki, who sighed relived, when he saw you.

“Y/N,” he breathed with so much love, that you wanted to cry of happiness. Now you two were complete. With a baby you both were a real family and you smiled happily when he hugged you.

“They won’t let me to you… I was so afraid and this woman said you were fine but….”
“Loki, I am fine,” you said and kissed him slightly.

“But what was wrong? You were in pain, I couldn’t do anything…,” he said and kissed you forehead.

“I have great news,” you whispered and put his hand on your belly. His confused look were too cute and you couldn’t help your self but laughing.

“We will get a baby, I’m pregnant,” you explained and he looked more than just shocked and not very happy. What was wrong? Didn’t he want to get a baby? 


“You are pregnant? With a baby, which has my blood?,” he asked with pain and took his hand away.

“What is your problem? We will be parents!” You felt how tears were filling your eyes but this wasn’t the reaction you expected.

“There is a monster inside you and I should be happy about that?,” he asked like I was crazy and I felt how my heart was breaking when he said this.

“You called our baby a monster?,” you whispered quietly and now you were the one who stepped back.

“No… Y/N, I just wanna say…”
“It’s ok,” you cried and wanted to go away, but he stopped you when he pulled you back.

“I’m happy, I’m really happy but… what if this child…,” he tried you explain himself and you shook your head.

“You aren’t a monster, Loki. This baby won’t be a monster, too. I don’t give a damn fuck what blood this baby has, he will be loved, nothing more is important,” you cried and he hugged you, started kissing your face.

“I’m so in love with you and this child but…”
“Don’t say it. I know everything is gonna be alright,” you whispered and kissed him softly, while he put his hands on your belly.

“So,” he smiled, “you said he will be loved. It is a boy?”

“I have a good feeling about that,” you laughed and knew Loki would still be scared, but this baby won’t be a monster. You were absolutely sure about that!


I’m not saying that Sofia and Carl Philip necessarily laughed because both Frederik and Mette-Marit teared up during Fix You, I’m just saying that that is what I like to imagine.

I had a nice lunch with the lovely @bumblemama and between that and all of your lovely comments I was feeling so much better and dare I say stronger? I felt validated and like I did nothing wrong.

That was until I talked to my resource worker. I like her. I really do. She said that she was also shocked by being singled out like this but then she tried to explain.

Apparently, it wasn’t just that I was passionate and educated (her words, not mine) but also that I didn’t “let it go” and “move on” from the conversation (the one about consent).


On a couple of accounts:

  1. I didn’t drag on the conversation. (The whole point I was making was a couple of minutes – max)
  2. I was asking a question! A question that was relevant to the topic being presented.
  3. I used respectful language and the conversation was not directed at an individual in the group but at the facilitators.
  4. It’s not MY job to control conversation. That’s pretty much what a facilitator is supposed to do. Why is this my responsibility?

Also, that I had to hear this crucial piece about “moving on” from my worker and not the two trainers. 

I mean it has been made very clear that it’s because I am articulate (despite how I might come across here—all rambling) and educated that that’s somehow a negative in this situation.

I don’t know how I am not supposed to take this personally. I AM educated. I AM passionate. I DO ask questions.

But you know what else? I value diversity of opinions. I am empathetic and a good listener. I am open minded and am not dogmatic. Also, I hate being told that I have to respect that others in the group are different than me—um, no. I was raised in this community by two working class parents. My background is not wildly different. And besides I don’t accept that difference it bad.

I feel like I am is being criticized for who I am by people who don’t actually know me. I definitely feel like I am being attacked for being educated.


That rhyme. What’s it mean? What did you say? Huh? The thing you say right before you pull the trigger. What do you… You heard that? Yeah, I heard it. What the… I gotta say, sometimes… sometimes I think you really just might be the devil. Sometimes I think I might be, too. It’s a… ‘One Batch, Two Batch, Penny and Dime’, you know? It was her favorite book. You know, you… you gotta cross the ocean and go fight. You see, the whole time you’re thinking you’re gonna be scared, right? But then you’re not. See, that part of it was always easy for me. Killing. Even watching my buddies die… It just… It didn’t mean nothing. The first time I got scared was on a plane on the way home. I kept thinking God was gonna pull out the rug from under us, you know? Shit, that’s His kind of funny, you know? But the plane landed safe, and we were home. Driving through traffic, yeah, you pass fast food and doughnut shops and all that… that greasy shit. It’s the shit you fought to protect. And then the car stops. We were outside her school. I get to her classroom, right? She’s in there, but she’s got no idea. She’s got no idea that Daddy’s home. I walk in, these kids aren’t even studying, they’re doing some kind of yoga, yeah. You know? She’s there doing her poses, you know? She’s bending and, you know, she’s moving. She looks like a flower. Yeah. And, you know, you can’t even understand it, you know? How does something like that… how does something that beautiful… how does that… does that come from me? You know? And she looks up, and she sees me. I see her. By God, that’s real. That’s real, Red. In an instant, she’s across that classroom floor, she’s in my arms. She’s squeezing me so tight, I swear I was gonna bust a rib, you know? We just stayed like that… We’re holding each other. Teacher, she’s filming the whole thing on her phone, she’s gonna put it on YouTube or some shit. She can’t hold the thing steady because, you know, she’s bawling so hard. And the kids are all wailing, you know, they’re screaming, and me, shit, I’m the worst of all. I’m a… I’m a rubber-faced clown, you know? I cried so hard. But not my baby. Not my girl. You know, she’s my girl. She’s… she’s not crying, she’s holding me up. My girl, she’s keeping me on my feet. She says, “I knew it, Daddy. I knew it.” And then we go home. Wife, the boy. Place is the exact same, it’s like it was just holding its breath waiting for me to get back, you know? And then it hit me. All of it, you know? The first time I felt how tired I was, you know? I was just… tired… you know? You… you ever been tired, Red? Yeah. So you know. It’s just… I couldn’t do nothing, you know? All the things… I couldn’t take my wife to bed, ball with the boy, shit, I was too tired I couldn’t even drink a goddamn beer, you know? But not her. My girl was up. See, she wanted me to, uh… she wanted me to tuck her in. She outgrew it, she knew it, but she didn’t care, she wanted it. She had that book… Her favorite book was out on the pillows. ‘One Batch, Two Batch, Penny and Dime’. Yeah. I read her that book every night before this shit. I read it every single night. But see, that was over now, because Daddy’s home now. She looked at me and she begged me, Red. She begged. She begged. …I said, “No. Daddy’s too tired, see. But I’ll… I’ll read it to you tomorrow night. I promise.” Yeah. Never think that for her, there wasn’t gonna be any tomorrow, see. The last time I’d see her I’d be holding her lifeless body in my arms. Meat was spilling out of her, Red. The place where her face used to be. Yeah… I think I’m done, Red. I think I’m done.

No. I did not need this today.