even though i am not here right now

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜
❛ Where are you going? ❜
❛ Where are you taking me? ❜
❛ How is that working out for you? ❜
❛ Is everything okay? ❜
❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜
❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜
❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜
❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜
❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜
❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜
❛ What else can I do? ❜
❛ What do you think I should do? ❜
❛ What makes you think that? ❜
❛ Who told you that? ❜
❛ Who are you? ❜
❛ Why are you here? ❜
❛ Who invited you? ❜
❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜
❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜
❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜
❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜
❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜
❛ What don’t you understand? ❜
❛ Are you joking? ❜
❛ Did I miss anything? ❜
❛ You don’t remember? ❜
❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜
❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜
❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜
❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜
❛ Are you coming or not? ❜
❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜
❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜
❛ Who did this to you? ❜
❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜
❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜
❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜
❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜
❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜
❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜
❛ Where do we go from here? ❜
❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜
❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜
❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜
❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜
❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜
❛ Are we done now? ❜
❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜
❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜
❛ How can possibly think that? ❜
❛ Did you even miss me? ❜
❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜
❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜
❛ Did you kill them? ❜
❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜
❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜
❛ Are you having doubts? ❜
❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜
❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜
❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜
❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜
❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜
❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜
❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜
❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜
❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜
❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜
❛ Are you drunk? ❜
❛ Are you lost? ❜
❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜
❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜
❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜
❛ What are you staring at? ❜
❛ What are you doing out here? ❜
❛ Why did you call the police? ❜
❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜
❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜
❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜
❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜
❛ What did you find out? ❜
❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜
❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜
❛ Are you crying? ❜
❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜
❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜
❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜
❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜
❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜
❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜
❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜
❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜
❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜
❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜
❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜
❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜
❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜
❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜
❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜
❛ Why are you telling me this?
❛ Are you ready? ❜
❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜
❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜
❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜
❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜
❛ Do you trust me? ❜
❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜
❛ When will it ever stop? ❜
❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜
❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜
❛ You called for back up? ❜
❛ What did I just witness? ❜
❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜
❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜
❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜
❛ Is there something wrong? ❜
❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜
❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜
❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜
❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜
❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜
❛ You went to a party without me? ❜
❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜
❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜
❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜
❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜
❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜
❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜
I’ve been thinking and

it occurred to me, just now, right here, that the reason Granny and Vimes feel like such different characters even though they’re not, not really- both are old and angry (so, so, so angry) and understand that everyone’s “just” people and really, really would rather not be Good thank you very much, but they will do the job in front of them, because no-one else will- is that their books approach the idea of Responsibility from different angles:

Granny’s books* say ‘I am responsible. No-one else. I made this choice. I picked this job and now I am going to do it’ and then proceed to do just that. In every finale Granny stands, and wins, by herself.

On the other hand, Vimes tries this. He does, really. But whenever he tries to pick up the weight of the world someone runs up to help him. In every book when Vimes faces the villain, he prepares and goes in alone, but someone always follows him (Carrot in MaA, the  Patrician in Jingo, Angua in Thud!, etc.). And that pretty much takes the above ‘I am responsible’ and answers: ‘Yes, you are. But so are we’.

And I don’t know where exactly I was going with this but i guess it’s somewhere along the lines of how the Witches books deal with personal, individual responsibility, while the Watch books deal with person-as-a-member-of-society and societal in general responsibility.

(Also, like, proof that Granny is the single badest badass motherfucker in the series. No-one else reaches her feet)

*And later Tiffany’s. Because say what you will Tiffany is Granny, just with the edges slightly smoothed.

As Bad As the Niffler- Newt Scamander x Reader

A/N: Hey everyone! I’m back to writing again, and I’m sorry this is so short. I’m still working on requests and other imagines, but I wanted to put something up since it’s been a bit and honestly, I really missed writing. I love you all and thank you for all the amazing support :)

No warnings, Pure fluff

The frozen air from outside of your shared flat struck Newt as he climbed back up the ladder and out of his case. He cautiously stood back onto the wooden floorboards before clasping his beloved creatures’ home shut. He paused to crack his back and to unstiffen his joints, only to be greeted with the chilling air once more. A shiver rolled down his spine, and he began to walk towards the closet. Carefully, he sifted through his shirts, waistcoats, and a few of your own articles as well, and he stepped back baffled with a hand rustling through his hair.

He could have sworn his gray sweater had been hung after the last wash he finished, and he could have sworn that he hadn’t gone and left it anywhere. Rising out of his thoughts once more, he filtered through his clothes again, only to be met with the same disappointment. Newt rubbed the goosebumps on his arms as his hair started to stand on end from the frigid atmosphere. All he wanted was something a little warmer to wear as opposed to his regular button down, and his coat wouldn’t be as comfortable as the desired sweater. With a sigh, he exited the room and ambled down the wooden staircase to where he could hear you humming along to a soothing record.

When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he called your name out knowing you were in the room somewhere, “Y/n? Love, this is probably a strange question, but have you by chance seen my gray sweat-,”

Newt strode towards the kitchen, while talking to the floor, but when his eyes finally landed on you, he stopped as his breath was stolen right out of his lungs.

You were seated at the wooden table, the newspaper sprawled out and a blue mug perched in your gentle hands. Your hair wisped around your face as parts of it had slipped from the tied bun atop your head. With lips sipping on the contents of the mug, you peered up to glance at your boyfriend as his own eyes slipped down to the gray sweater you were wearing, which just so happened to be the same size and texture as the one he was looking for.

Newt smiled to himself in awe, as he had never seen anyone more beautiful. The sweater was obviously too large for your frame, as Newt was a giant compared to you, but that made you even more adorable. The way your eyes lit up in surprise at his unfinished question entranced him, and he let out a small laugh at your shocked state. His lips curled into a beaming grin as watched you set the mug back down softly upon the surface.

“I was um….borrowing it?” you phrased, as your intended statement came out as more of a confused question directed towards yourself. This earned you another laugh from Newt, as he began to cross his arms and lean against the door frame with a sweet smirk etched on his face.

“I’m sure you were darling,” he chuckled, “Why I’d say you’re as bad as the Niffler with this thievery.”

You gasped loudly and playfully before dramatically pressing a hand to your chest, “How dare you relate me to such a crime.”

You mocked being offended and Newt stepped towards you, grin still playfully on his face. He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and you felt his short stubble gently tickle your face as well. Distracted by the kiss, you didn’t notice Newt start to wrap his arms around you and scoop you up off the chair you were sitting in. Still off guard, Newt took this as an advantage to pepper you with more kisses, bringing you both into euphoria. You wrapped your sweater-paw hands around him, giggling harder than before.

“Hmm I should be annoyed at you for stealing it, but I’ll let it slide since you’re just so adorably radiant in my clothes,” he murmured with his forehead pressed against your own.

He wasn’t lying, he thought you looked astounding, and you were extremely cozy and warm to the touch now, a feeling he was well aware of when he embraced you. Newt lovingly stared into your eyes before capturing your lips with his. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the kiss and felt the butterflied in your stomach, as even after all this time with the man you loved, you still managed to feel as you did on your first date. His hand brushed a few strands of hair from your face, but he was careful not to let you slip onto the floor. He deepened the kiss more, allow the passion you two had towards one another to blossom like a tulip in spring. His earthy scent from hours working in the case before surrounded you, enveloping you two in your own private world of love and affection. Once the kiss broke, you kissed the top of his nose enchantingly, soft as a whisper in the summer breeze.

You looked into his breathtaking pelagic eyes as sorrow swirled in your own.

“I’m sorry Newt, I really am. I shouldn’t have taken it without you knowing. Here I can give it back,” you said while tugging on the sleeved a little more.

Newt cut of your actions with another peck to your rosy lips.

“Don’t worry about it darling. You can even keep it, it looks better on you anyways. But, on one minor condition though,” he proposed.

You responded with a quick kiss to his cheek as your chest rested against his, “And what’s that dear?”

“You come back upstairs to cuddle with me. You’re unusually cuddly and soft right now, and I could use someone to help warm me back up.”

You happily nodded, “Of course Newt. I wouldn’t be able to say no anyways, I love you too much.”


“And I love you by sweater-stealing darling.”

Newt’s grin grew as you then laid your head onto his chest, arms consumed by oversized sleeves still around his neck. He shifted his hold on you and carried you back upstairs to your bedroom so the two of you could enjoy one another’s warm comfort while the chilly air swiftly swirled around in the world outside.

Masterlist

i’ll never be
“the one that got away”
because you told me to leave
and i did
so what does that make me?
“the one who left”?
“the one who listened”?
“the one that wanted to stay”?
“the one that would still be here if you wanted me”?
—  ”the one that’s still here even though you’re long gone”
(cc, 2017)
Coming Home

Summary: Phil’s away in the military and Dan is by himself with their young son, Mason. Phil promises Dan that one day he’s coming home.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None

Beta: Trinity ( @htmlpinof

A/N: This is short and not the best thing I’ve written (sorry) . I’ve just been busy with school and finishing work for the end of the year. I promise something much better I’ll have soon hopefully. I have a few prompts in my inbox I need to write to. 


Dear Dan,

I know I said I would be home for Christmas but I just can’t get there. I’m so sorry. I tried to get my commander to let me, I just couldn’t. It’s too dangerous for any of us to leave, and Chris can’t even leave to go see PJ.

I miss you so much Bear, it’s unreal. There is nothing to do here anymore but sit around and wait. Wait for what though, I have absolutely no idea. It’s stupid, none of us get to go home.

It’s not fair to you or Mason, but I’m trying, I swear I am.

You just have to hold on, okay bear? I promise I’m coming home. Don’t let whatever is scaring you right now take control. If you’re scared I won’t ever come home, don’t let that make you think crazy okay? I am coming home.

Just remember, even if it seems like I’m worlds apart, I’m always right there.

Tell Mason I love him so much and that I’m sorry about this. I’ll make it up to the little guy eventually.

Merry Christmas Bear.

Wait before I go, is it snowing out? I know you love having a white Christmas. Take a picture and send it to me? I miss home and spending Christmas surrounded by sand and the desert isn’t very seasonal don’t you think? Also it’s like one million degrees and I swear I’m melting and no I’m not being dramatic for once.

Okay now I really have to go. Just remember that I love you so so so much Dan. I’ll be home soon, remember that please?

~ Phil

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“The Hunt” Casifer x Reader

Words: 2,065

Casifer (Lucifer) x Reader

Request: Can I request a reader x casifer one shot where he and the Winchesters get injured on a hunt (the reader stayed behind to do research). And when they come back the reader helps patch them up but casifer gets very jealous that she is helping/touching/paying attention to the Winchesters?

Warnings: Language, mentions of violence, wounds from getting hurt, talk of sex, jealous lucifer, implied smut

Originally posted by cassammydean


“Please tell me you’ve found something useful.” Dean mumbles over the phone, sounding slightly drunk. You can hear people in the background talking loudly, indicating that they may be at a bar.

“I’m not finding anything in the books. I don’t know. You need to give me more time.” You groan, flipping to the next page of the lore books.

Sam, Dean, and Lucifer (who was currently preoccupying Castiel’s body) were out on a hunt. Lucifer demanded to be taken along, since he was a “viable member of the group.” They got to the place where the killings have been happening yesterday, and you know that Lucifer is driving them crazy. Dean has barely any patience when it comes to that man, and it’s leading to both him and Sam rushing you to figure out what it is that they’re hunting. They’ve only been gone one day and Dean is already overly annoyed with Lucifer.

“Just please hurry, alright? I can’t- I swear to god, I don’t even care that you’re occupying Castiel’s body right now, you need to fucking stop or I will stab you.” Dean hisses at Lucifer, making you giggle slightly. “Y/N, figure it out, or I’m making him stay with you while we do this hunt.”

“He’s not that bad. You need to be nice- he’s helping us with Amara, after all.” You roll your eyes even though you know he can’t see it. “But, yes, I will pick up the pace. I’ll call you once I figure it out.”

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anonymous asked:

I'm so glad Kirishima is getting so much spotlight, he really deserves it!!!! And it looks like hes gonna get more, since hes in the main group along with Deku, Uraraka and Tsuyu. I;m so hyped!!!

Honestly!!!!!!!!!!! That’s one interesting group tbh, Kirishima and Tsuyu’s interactions are always incredibly adorable to watch and seeing Kirishima interact for so long with pure and good people is gonna be hard on my heart (I mean, you know I’m 100% a bakusquad fan but they’re all at least in part assholes and Kiri fits with them just right, he can be just like Sero and Kaminari and I love it, but then his interactions with Amajiki have been so pure can you imagine an arc filled with that I’m already crying)

I just hope my other faves won’t completely disappear through this arc haha sigh

Anon said: So which Kacchan quote do you like best “Die your bacteria fucks, dieee!” or “BRING YOUR DAMN TRASH TO ME”?

LMAO SORRY ANON BUT MY FAVE GOTTA BE

WHAT A GODDAMN DISASTER THIS BOY IS

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Great Comet characters as shit I have said
  • Natasha: She touched my leg once so we're basically married.
  • Pierre: The number of times this week I have thought "death doesn't sound so bad" is truly staggering. I was just eating bread and boom, there it was again.
  • Sonya: You know I can't hold your hand to your car next year, right? I'm graduating? I know the wind is scary but no.
  • Marya: I am the law here and we play Viking metal at practice now, bitch. It fuels my aggression.
  • Anatole: Yo I got this chick's number even though I hit myself in the face with a pen because she has a thing for drummers, which I kind of am. Just not, like, in a band. It's fine, she lives in a different time zone. She'll never know.
  • Dolokhov: I will fight you with my two broken hands!
  • Helene: Once I thought I was a heterosexual. Then girls happened.
  • Bolkonsky: Sometimes I miss my hawk screech tic, other times I think having friends is fine too.
  • Mary: Not all of my suffering is because of women. Just, like 65%. Some of it is general life.
  • Balaga: (going 80 in a 25) Stop signs are suggestions!
  • Andrey: I wasn't at this party but I still heard all the ways y'all fucked up.

ladysolitaire  asked:

Fic prompt: Sherlock meeting Molly's mum for the first time. 😁

I’m going with non-established Sherlolly here. Hope that works for you! ;)


“Be right back, mum,” Molly said on her way out of the lab. “I’ve just got to send this report upstairs and then we can get some lunch.”

“Not a problem, dear,” her mother assured her. “Take your time!” 

Sherlock continued working silently nearby and took a moment to sip his coffee right before Molly’s mother’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“So…you fancy my daughter.”

He nearly choked. 

“I’m…sorry?” Sherlock frowned over at Mrs. Hooper.

“Oh honestly,” she laughed. “It’s not that difficult to see. I’m pleased we finally got to meet, because I’ve been dying to ask how long you intend to continue this silly little dance.”

He felt like a rug had been pulled out from under him. “I- uh, well I- I didn’t exactly think…that is, I hadn’t planned to…”

“Sherlock, don’t you think it’s time you did plan?” She smiled kindly. “It has obviously been years. From what Molly has told me more recently, I like you. I truly do. But as a mother, I cannot advise my daughter to wait around till the end of time!”

Sherlock cleared his throat nervously. He hadn’t expected this today! Though he couldn’t help but be a bit impressed with Mrs. Hooper. 

“Listen, she’ll be back any moment,” Mrs. Hooper said quickly. “I have an idea, and I imagine you’ll be clever enough to keep up.”

Sherlock didn’t have time to respond since Molly did walk back in right then.

“Right, I’m all done. Mum, you ready to go?”

“I am, yes.” She got up and pulled her coat on. “Oh, Molly, I just thought I’d mention now, do you mind if we cancel our plans this evening? You’ve been keeping me wonderfully busy, but I’d love a night of rest. And I’m here for another full week so we’ll still have plenty of time left for you to plan outings.”

Sherlock caught the very briefest of glances from Mrs. Hooper and he had to twist his lips to avoid a smile of amusement at her cunning plan.

“Oh,” Molly said softly. “Well alright, that’s fine. You’re right, we have plenty of time left. No need to tire you out!”

As the two Hooper women headed for the door, a burst of bravery shoved Sherlock from his seat and pried his lips open.

“Molly,” he called after her, halting them. “Seeing as you’re free this evening, I was wondering if I could ask you something.”

“Help solving crimes?” Molly asked casually while wrapping her scarf.

Sherlock smiled shyly. “No, actually…dinner.”

Behind the wide eyed Molly, Mrs. Hooper gave Sherlock a proud smile. 

Fairy Tail Chapter 535 Review

Our cover page is of the Fantasia arc and it’s great. It’s simple but captures what the arc focused on, I was actually afraid that it do what the 4th anime opening did and just focus on Freed’s runes.

The chapter opens where we left off, with Lucy coated in darkness. It appears that she’s feeling extreme heat that’s related to Natsu’s fire. Now I do like this as it appears Lucy has become one with the organic link magic and now is connected to END. My only question is this is a book of Zeref, shouldn’t he be linked to this as well.

Happy. That’s stupid. There is no demon inside Natsu, Natsu is the demon. In fact here’s my main problem now is they keep talking about “saving Natsu” which I assumed meant they’re going to find a way to keep Natsu from dying when he kills Zeref. After all, Zeref dies, all demons die with him. But now it sounds like they are trying to remove the demon from his being, which doesn’t make sense as Natsu isn’t human to begin with.

Gray uses some forward thinking and cools Lucy’s body.

Cutting to Natsu vs Zeref the white. Umm Zeref just walk forward 3 inches. Like seriously you’re so close to Neo Eclipse, walk through it!

Zeref… HOW STUPID ARE YOU!? seriously, you just forgot the book that is the life force of your “beloved little brother” and you didn’t remember till now. Also so lets point out that again, JUST WALK THROUGH THE DOOR! None of this will matter!

As for Lucy falling into darkness, how do you know this? We’ve never seen anyone write in these books, in fact I bet you’ve never seen anyone write in these books. Where is this corruption thing coming from? This whole page is stupid.

You know Natsu you’re kinda being a dick right now. Like okay I can understand you thanking Lucy because you two are now linked. But you don’t actually seem to know that and are just going off of the events you experienced. I understand thanking Lucy and Happy as they saved your life. I understand Gray after that whole “Aren’t we friends?” thing. But you don’t thank Erza. I guess the panel is suppose to imply a thank you, but come on, you’re verbalizing Makarov and he did jack shit for you in this arc. Actually where’s Brandish? She was the one who saved your hide back when we thought you had cancer? Where’s her thank you? Porylusica the one who told Lucy how to save you, what about her thank you?

So the greatest power is friendship. I’ll try and contain my shock and awe.

We cut to Jellal trying to push in Acnologia.

Gee, It’s almost like fighting the guy who eats magic with a technique that coats your body in magic might be a bad idea.

Hey Erza! Why don’t you put on your heavenly body armor and help him. What? The movie came out I’m surprised Mashima is keeping himself from drawing it.

I do and I don’t like this scene. On the one hand it is incredibly debatable if what Jellal does in this series benefits Erza like he wants it to. But this moment actually feels right in doing “I must protect Erza” because the situation actually makes sense. The problem here is, not enough build up. With Jellal’s very high absence and the questionability of if what he does for Erza is actually good for her as he intends, this feels flat. What should feel like a big moment is kinda weakened. 

They Christina crashes and Jellal is now being crushed by Acnologia. Wow, it’s almost like this was stupid plan. Though knowing Fairy Tail, he’ll be okay.

Cutting back to Natsu vs Zeref. Where I am curious why your even bothering as we saw White Zeref is pretty much unbeatable and could probably just walk through the punches not caring. Hell we saw his extreme speed he used on Natsu.

But Zeref pushes back Natsu yelling at him about how Natsu is denying the world yadda yadda yadda but then Natsu seems to summon all his magic and turn it to flames. cool.

The Fight concludes with a clash of fire magic. (Hey look Zeref got Dark Regulus)

Umm Zeref won. We saw that demolition fist failed the first time, if it just turns out Natsu countered the attack he’s still screwed because he put everything behind that. Zeref also is immortal and can regenerate. This scene is cool but when you actually think about it, it’s really dumb.

Post Chapter follow up: This chapter was a breath fresh air. I’m not joking this has been one of the better fairy tail chapters in a while. That being said it’s not that great.

Positives first, I really like that Natsu is actually blaming himself,its something different and makes it feel like this arc actually has had an effect on him. I really wish he had more introspection on FT but I’ll take this.

Another on the plus side is Acnologia not falling to this dumbass plan of “push him in”. That is always a plus. Jellal’s scene would probably have been okay if it had more time to it.

I’ll even say it’s cool seeing Zeref use a fire magic. We’ve seen he can use flame magic but it’s always nice to have new spells.

Also the number one thing I give this chapter is it progressed the plot. For the last month and a half it has felt like the chapters have been meandering around with only moving the plot forward an eighth of an inch each week. It’s really nice to see some damn progress.

Now on to the negatives. There is also a fair amount stupid in this chapter. Zeref is just an idiot. I know shounen logic but come one, you are barely a foot away from what you want. I also kinda hate that Zeref just now realized his prized book is gone.

Another thing in the stupid category is the idea of making Natsu human. It doesn’t make sense given the fact he’s etherious by biology. I mean the fact this book exists pretty much shows he’ll never be human.

Also the ending. It is really cool but when you think about it and apply the logic of what happened two chapters ago, there is no way Natsu can win. But we’ll see.

Final Verdict: 6/10

  • Good progress
  • Decent pacing
  • Little to many stupid moments

I meant to post this on april fool’s day because my writing is a joke :) But I’m late, so here’s a joke posted on the wrong day.

Summary: Keith, who just happens to be coming down with a cold, is forced to wait out a thunderstorm with Lance.


“You’re still coming to pick me up, right?”

Lance’s voice is questioning, insecure, as if he doesn’t already know the answer. Keith sighs into the phone, before sniffling once, absently rubbing his nose on the back of his hand. “I thought we already went over this.”

“I know, but I called you and you weren’t picking up–”

“I was in class,” Keith retorts, pressing the phone to his ear with one hand as he slings his backpack over his shoulders with the other. He twists away briefly to cough into his shoulder. “The lecturer ended a little later than usual, that’s all.”

He can hear Lance’s hum of assent on the other end. “So, you are coming, then?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Keith pauses outside of the university building, scanning the parking lot for his motorbike, before he spots it parked in the far left corner. “Have you been waiting for a long time?”

“The meeting ended ten minutes ago,” Lance responds, “so, not really.”

“That’s good,” Keith unfastens his helmet from where it’s been clipped around the handlebars, then fits it over his head, brushing loose strands of hair from his eyes. “….I’m heading off. I‘m going to have to hang up now, okay?”

“Okay,” Lance pauses. “I’ll see you in twenty minutes?”

“Fifteen.” Keith fishes a keychain out of his pocket, pausing to find the right key before inserting it into the ignition. “See you there.”

The engine starts up, a low rumble of sound and motion, and Keith presses the end call button before sliding the phone back into his pocket. He sniffles, before straightening slightly, navigating the bike carefully out of the parking lot.

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anonymous asked:

Do u think that whenever ladybug and chat noir are together, Mari thinks tht whatever feelings she gets near him as "Wow, what a beautiful and profound platonic friendship :) "

I think even though Mari teases him and all that, she genuinely loves him. And not in a romantic sense (at least for now). Like you know right here in this scene at this moment:

you can see the admiration she has for this boy in her eyes. Like she was straight up probably thinking “This precious angel is gonna be my best friend I am so blessed”. So yeah, as of now I think that she is content with their friendship and super happy that one of her best friends is also her super kind and awesome partner. So yeah, I wouldn’t doubt that she thinks that from time-to-time, about their friendship in general, and I love that sm :’)

Negan Imagine ~ New Neighbor

Pre-Apocalypse 
Negan moves into the house next to the reader and her husband who’s mistreating her.
As she decides to finally leave her husband, she isn’t as alone as she thinks..

Requested

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

The wind shook softly onto the windows as you watched it swinging the branches of the trees.
You heard the heavy footsteps of your husband walking the stairs up while you hoped that he wouldnt come down again for a good while.
That wasnt quite what a wife should wish for her husband to do, but looking at your marriage, that was no wonder.
For one and a half years you were married to him now and for one and a half years this marriage had turned more and more into hell.
That worse, that you didn’t even know why you had fallen for him anymore.
Sure you had married him young, but you had always somehow been a good judge of character.
Well, except that one time and this one time brought you into the situation you were now.
A fucked up marriage.
A marriage with a husband that yelled at every opportunity at you, cheated without any guilty conscience on you, brought you to the point where all you wanted to do was to crawl into a hole and cry and who just made you feel like the last person worth to care for or even love.
You would have left him earlier but you were trapped.
The house you lived in was his house, to be clearer the house he inherited.
It was pretty but in the end it had bothered you from the very beginning that it only belonged to him and you both had nothing you shared, but you didn’t have the financial means to be picky at that point and that was some kind of doom for you now. 
Next to that it was also far away from where you originally lived, where you had your friends, your family.
You had nothing and no one here.
As if it wouldnt already have been worse enough, you had lost your job a few weeks ago because your workplace had to reduce the personal.
In short: You had nothing, no friends, no family, no job and with that no own money.
And the great man your husband were, he used all this against you, knowing that you were involuntary dependent on him.
And now you hung over your job applications, somehow trying to get a job and to just get yourself out of this misery.
Hell, you didn’t want to depend on him anymore and you just didn’t want him to have that as a tool to use against you.

You were engrossed in writing as you heard the door bell ringing and your head snapped up.
“I’m going”, you growled as you made your way over to the door.
You opened seeing the man from next door standing before you with a package in his arm while he smirked slightly.
He was new here, you had seen him moving in about a week and a half in the house directly next to you even though you didn’t really know why a single man, like he seemed to be, would move alone into a house.
You had seen him only a few times since then, mostly just carrying cartons into the house but now he stood right before you and he looked even better close than from afar.
“Hello, guess you’ve noticed that I moved in next door. Well, I weren’t able to introduce myself till now but here I am. I’m Negan”, he said smirking while stretching out his hand to you.
“(Y/N)”, you said smiling before letting your hand slide into his feeling a little shiver running up and down your spine.
“Now that’s a beautiful name. Listen (Y/N), I got this package, but the postman fucked shit up and got it to me, even though I’m pretty sure my name isn’t (Y/N)(L/N)”, he said looking chuckling at the label on the package.
“Who’s there?”, you heard the growling voice of your husband ask.
“Our new neighbor”, you said turning around before you saw him walking around the corner towards you and Negan.
“And what does the new neighbor want?”, he asked still in that growling undertone before you heard Negan replying.
“The new neighbor just wants to introduce his damn self like a decent human being and give her the package that somehow landed at my house and not yours”, Negan said a little tensed but still with that smirk on his lips.
“Negan”, he said stretching his hand now out to your husband who shook it reluctantly and nodded with a pissed off face expression, that made some anger boil up in you.
That man hadn’t done anything to him and all he did was being the usual asshole.
You heard him muttering his name as response before you looked friendly smiling back to Negan who now held the package in front of you.
“Well then have fun with whatever the heck is in here”, he said before you took the package and you saw him looking from you testing to your husband before he raised his voice again.
“See ya”, Negan said before looking slightly smirking at you as he began walking back.
“Yeah, and thanks”, you said before he turned finally around walked back to his house.
You shut the door and walked back to the table as you heard your husband’s voice.
“Does he fuck you good?”, you heard your husbands voice growl as your head snapped over to him.
“What the-…no!”, you called bewildered out while you saw him glaring at you, the way he always glared when he was shortly before yelling.
”Really? ‘Cause it didn’t seem to me like you’ve met him the first time..that damn way you looked at that asshole”, he growled while he came closer.
“Listen I never talked to that man before and I’m not gonna begin a dumb fight with you about something that is not even a tiny bit true”, you said beginning to put the package away.
“No, you listen to me!”, he yelled grabbing your wrist you pulled hastily away.
“Don’t touch me”, you growled looking into his with anger gleaming eyes.
“Oh yeah right, my wife gets rather touched by the neighbor”, he yelled breathing heavily.
“I’m not the cheating one in our marriage”, you growled while you saw his anger boiling over the top.
“Watch your mouth or-”, he yelled before glaring heavily breathing at you.
“Or what?”, you asked having to keep yourself that much unter control that your voice trembled.
He just stood panting before you, clenching his jaw while his eyes still gleamed dangerously before he rushed out of the house, hitting the door with a loud bang in process.
You huffed stressed, while looking at the closed door.
Fights like that or even bigger were a daily fare, there was almost no day he didn’t yell at you or started a fight and that argument you had have a few moments ago was nothing compared to the usual fights.
All you wanted to do was escape and never see that man again and the only opportunity you had laid on the table and waited for you to continue writing.
And thats what you did the rest of the day, writing applications and somehow trying to forget that he would come back in some hours.

Hours later you laid in bed, trying desperately to fall asleep before you suddenly heard the door opening and soon after that how the bed slightly bended as he let himself fall into it while a shiver run down your back.
And the shiver intensified as you suddenly felt him pulling you over and beginning to kiss your neck as you pulled yourself away from him.
“Dear wife you still got some connubialities”, you heard him growl before you moved even more away from him while turning around.
“Come over”, he said in a tensed tone while you looked disgusted at him.
“No”, you growled while you slipped out of the bed.
“Listen you can be glad enough that I still want you”, he hissed looking at you before he stood up and walked over to you while all you did was glaring into his eyes.
“I’m being more patient with you than you deserve after a day like this, so begin being a bit more grateful”, he growled while you huffed.
You kept glaring before you grabbed your pillow and shoved yourself past him.
You would neither have sex with him nor sleep with him together in that bed now.
You kept walking while you heard him keep on talking, trying to goof you off and make you feel worthless as always.
You heard his words while you walked down the stairs trying to blank them out before you heard him finally stopping.
You let yourself fall onto the couch as you felt the lump in your throat becoming bigger and finally felt how tears fell down your cheeks.
You just didn’t want that anymore, you didn’t want to be here with him or even close to him.
Your glance wandered out of the window, seeing still some lights burning in the house next door where your new neighbor lived while your thoughts overpowered you.
You had always tried to keep going, somehow fighting yourself through everything and standing up after you fell but you were almost at the end of your rope.
You just wanted to finally feel loved and wanted again and not treated like the most worthless person on earth.

And all those thoughts stayed and got even stronger over time.
The daily fights didn’t stop, to be honest they just got worse and worse and all you could somehow do was defending yourself against him and trying to write applications to get a job and somehow be able to not give him more power over you.
The only things that somehow began to lighten up your day were actually, as bizarre as it was, greeting Negan and having some small chats with him that somehow made you a little forget that as soon as you’d tell him goodbye you would have to walk back into this house to your crappy husband.

Some weeks passed until the day of the annual street fair came and like last year that only meant for you to play the happy wife that you clearly weren’t and you were pretty sure that the most people or at least the ones with a house in earshot knew that.
“Put something pretty on, you hear me? I don’t wanna have to be ashamed of you”, you heard your husband calling from downstairs.
You scoffed before you pulled a summer dress over and walked annoyed huffing downstairs as you saw him already waiting for you.
“A smile wouldn’t be wrong”, he scoffed before you glared at him.
“Being a little more friendly to your wife wouldn’t be wrong as well”, you growled before you saw him building himself up right in front of you.
“You better listen now, you do not say things like that outside”, he growled before he walked outside followed by you as you already saw the people on the street grilling, some people drinking some beer and laughing together.
You felt your husbands hand on your waist as he pulled you closer while a cold shiver run down your back before your glance wandered over to the house next door where Negan just walked out of it and got over to a few other people he greeted.

The next time outside you spend next to your husband, hearing him talking to other neighbors while you somehow tried to get into a conversation with other people here.
They were all friendly to you and you could talk to them about vague stuff but it had never in that one and a half year gone that far that you could count even a single one nearly your friend, not even acquaintance to be honest.
While your husband was deep in a conversation with another man you could finally move away from his side and walk a bit around before you decided to get some food.
“Can I help you?”, you suddenly heard a deep voice behind you.
Negan.
You turned around seeing him smile at you while he pointed at your empty plate while raising his brows.
“No thanks Im just looking around”, you said smiling back.
“Well then I hope you find what you fucking desire. My personal pro-tip would be some fucking pasta from over there, mostly ‘cause I made that shit”, he said grinning.
”I guess I’ll give it a try it then, gonna tell you if your “shit” was worth the work”, you said chuckling before you made your way over to the table with the food.
You couldn’t lie, the spaghetti were awesome and as you looked up you saw Negan looking over, raising his brows and waiting for a feedback as you raised your thumb chuckling up.
For some moments you finally felt a bit better again, somehow a bit free and without that pressure on your chest you mostly had.
But even that vanished at the moment the day ended and you got back into your house and the usual fight started again and your life turned back into the hell it was before you left the house this morning.

A week later you found yourself packing groceries into the car while you saw the sun already going down.
By the thought of finding your husband back home your stomach dropped already on your drive back and that feeling in your stomach just got stronger with every mile you came closer to your house.
It had already began to become dark as you pulled into the driveway and saw how Negan walked out of his house, kneeled before the porch of it and began to repair something at the stairs.
Sometimes you wondered if he heard the fights you and your husband had.
If he heard him yelling and screaming at you.
You opened the door of your car and saw how Negan looked up, while a smirk flashed over his face.
”Hey neighbor”, he said chuckling as he waved over.
”Hey, still working?”, you asked nodding over to the stairs before he stood up and walked a few steps over to you.
”Yeah, I’m gonna break my damn bones one day if I’m not finally repairing those fuckers”, he said chuckling as he stroke over his salt and pepper beard.
”Well then good luck with that”, you said grinning slightly while you pulled your bag over the shoulder and closed the door as you saw him somehow seeming like he wanted to say something else but didn’t know how.
”Bye”, you said friendly before you heard him saying the same and you walked over to your house.
”I’m back”, you said loudly as you closed the door behind yourself but got no response.
Irritated you looked into around downstairs while you didn’t find your husband. But to be honest, you just hoped that he was out with friends and wouldn’t come back for a good while until you heard some suspicious noises coming from upstairs.
You slowly walked up, swallowing with the noises becoming louder while deep down you exactly knew what they were and who made them.
You finally stood before your bedroom door, swallowing before moving the handle just to see your husband on top of a moaning woman, thrusting into her before the loud screech of the woman stopped him.
She stared as shocked at you as you at her before your husband looked over his shoulder and saw you standing in the doorframe.
You stood there for a moment, completely frozen and with muddled feelings next to complete emptiness before you saw him pulling on his shorts and walking over to you.
”You digusting pig”, blustered out of your mouth as you somehow slowly came back to reality.
“Oh come on (Y/N), what did you expect me to do since you’re not fucking me anymore”, you just heard him say before you felt your hand slapping his face and an adrenaline rush flowing through your whole body.
“You damn whore”, he growled holding his cheek before you shoved yourself past him, ignoring the woman laying in your bed as you walked over to the wardrobe to pull clothes into a bag still somehow in trance.
You pulled the bag hastily over your shoulder before you turned around and saw him directly before you.
“What are you doing there?”, he asked growling.
“Leaving you”, you growled back clenching your jaw.
It was just enough, you didn’t care anymore, you couldn’t stay with that man anymore and in this moment you didn’t think about any consequences, you just knew that the only right thing now was to leave him if you wouldnt want to go insane.
“You wanna leave me? Really? Where do you wanna go? Huh? You got no job, no friends, I’m the only one you got here and believe me, as soon as you leave this house I’m gonna make your life the living hell”, he growled looking at you.
“Can’t be worse than being with you”, you growled before you shoved yourself past him and rushed out of the house as fast as you could.

Still paralyzed you sat onto the front seat of your car, staring into the darkness before you felt your emotions overpowering you.
Tears streamed down your face while you felt your body trembling uncontrollably as you tried to catch your breath.
You felt humiliated like so many other times, were mad at yourself for getting yourself into this shitty marriage, for being at this point of your life now you never wanted to be even though you felt relieved that you had finally freed yourself.
The tears kept falling down your cheeks as you suddenly you heard someone knocking at the window.
Your head snapped up, fearing to see your husband behind the glass but it wasnt him, it was Negan.
He looked concerned at you, saying something you couldn’t hear until you let the window down as you hastily wiped away your tears.
”Shit, you don’t need to wipe them away, its fucking alright, I’ve seen them…fuck you don’t wanna drive now do you?”, he asked still with that concern in his eyes while you struggled.
“I-..”, you mumbled not really knowing what you should say, because all you wanted was just to somehow get away from that house.
“Listen you can’t fucking drive now”, Negan said looking down to you while you still sat swallowing there.
“It’s okay, I’m gonna make it somehow”, you said grabbing a tissue to get the rest of your tears from your face as you heard him sigh.
“Then tell me a better plan”, you said still with a lump in your throat as you saw him silently thinking for a moment before he sighed.
“See, I don’t wanna be fucking intrusive or anything but you shouldn’t be alone right now, I don’t know what shit just happened to you and I’m not trying to sleaze up to you, but if you want you can come over to calm down”, he said looking at you.
You looked at him, waited a moment trying to sort your mind.
He was probably right.
You couldn’t drive if you didn’t want to end up killing yourself and other people in process.
“Alright”, you said after a short moment of waiting before you opened the car door, grabbed your bag and stood up while you felt how weak your knees were.
You still felt Negan’s glance on your body while he walked with you over and opened the door while he waited till you walked in before he followed you.
You stood directly in his living room, that was surprisingly nicely done up for a single man.
“You can sit wherever you want down, you want some tea or something?”, you heard him ask as he walked over to the kitchen.
“Tea is good”, you said before you slowly sat down on the big leather couch still trying to somehow digest what had happened
Not more than a few minutes later you saw how Negan placed a cup with tea in front of you on the coffee table before he sat down next to you.
“Listen, you don’t need to tell me ‘bout anything if you don’t fucking want to, but in case you feel like you need to tell someone, I’m right here”, he said while you nodded with a slight smile on your lips.
You couldn’t even really remember the last time someone had just somehow cared about you or was interested in what bothered you.
You swallowed, not really knowing what and how to tell as your glance wandered a bit around in the room until it got stuck onto a baseball bat that leaned next to a few ping pong balls and paddles against the wall.
“Oh right I never told you, I’m a gym teacher”, you heard his voice say before you looked at him while he smirked softly.
“A fucking good one if you ask me”, he said chuckling managing to get a little grin onto your lips.
It got silent again as you looked at your hands fumbling onto your tissue before you raised your voice.
“I left my husband”, you said before you looked once again up to him.
“Understandable…shit sorry, its just.. I just heard that fucker scream every damn day”, he said slightly huffing.
“Our marriage didn’t really consisted of more than that”, you quietly said.
You couldn’t open up completely to him now about everything, that just weren’t the way you were but he was caring about you right now, more than anyone in a goddamn long time and you felt like he kinda deserved to know at least the most important things.
“Just caught him in bed with another woman and acted like I was the guilty one.. to be honest that didn’t really surprise me, that’s what he always did”, you quietly said while you had to chuckle bitterly.
“Fucking asshole”, you heard Negan scoff before he raised his voice again.
”Always asked myself how you could keep on staying with that prick. Can’t tell you how often I was shortly before going over to your house when he was yelling again. Thats just not the fucking way you treat your wife”, he said with a growling undertone.
“Shit, you deserve something a whole fucking lot better”, you heard him growl before your head snapped up by the sound of his bell.
Negan looked irritated up before walking over.
As you saw him opening the door, all you saw were the gleaming eyes of your husband that focused on you while you felt your heart beginning to pump harder against your chest again.
“I knew it, god I knew that you’re just a slut. So if you don’t want to make things even worse come back”, your husband hissed while Negan kept standing before him not letting him just a step in.
“You do not fucking threat her”, Negan growled glaring at him.
“I won’t say it again, you come back now or you’ll wish-”, he said while trying to enter the house.
“Hey!”, Negan yelled pushing your husband back before he raised his voice.
“Listen Asshole, this woman left you. It’s fucking over, she doesn’t want to come back and I won’t let you fucking force her to. So get your crappy ass over to your house and leave her the fuck alone or I’ll make you do it”, Negan growled loudly but still calm with a dangerous undertone before you saw your hopefully soon to be ex-husband glaring and scoffing at him before he finally cursing left.
“I’m sorry about that shit. Fuck, he’s not ever gonna do some shit like that again, not when I’m around, I fucking promise”, you heard Negan say as he closed the door again and walked back over to you.
“Thank you”, you almost breathed swallowing as Negan sat down next to you and captured you with his glance.
“Anytime”, he said with a smile on his lips and that glance in his eyes that made some warmth come up in you, the kind of warmth you had missed for a long time and in this moment you didn’t want to ever let go of it again.
You knew that the time that laid before you would be hard for sure, but something told you that you wouldn’t have to go through that alone.


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Creepypasta #1076: My Friend Is Sending Me These Weird Texts

Length: Medium

I threw a Halloween party last night, and lots of people came that weren’t, strictly speaking, invited. I wasn’t going to be a hard-ass about it, and there were enough of my friends that showed up that I was able to enlist them to help keep an eye on my place and make sure people didn’t wander places they weren’t welcome. 

Before long, everyone was mingling and having a good time. I saw my buddy Dave chatting up this really attractive girl that I didn’t know, and I remember thinking “good luck, she’s out of your league”, and I think she even asked him out to dinner, but then I promptly forgot about it since I was busy with hosting duties. The only reason I remember it now is because I got a series of increasingly odd texts from Dave after the party. Here’s how it started: 

12:15 am/ Dave: Dood, where am I?

12:16 am/ Me: Dunno. Home, maybe?

12:18 am/ Dave: No. I was at ur party. Now I’m somewhere else.

12:19 am/ Me: Yes, that happens when you leave a party.

12:20 am/ Dave: No, man. I didn’t leave ur party. I was there talking 2 this girl, now I’m here in this room.

12:20 am/ Me: What room?

12:23 am/ Dave: It’s got wood paneled walls, old looking green couch, a blue upholstered wing back chair, an ugly oil painting, some sort of metal disk on the floor, and an old wooden TV.

12:24 am/ Me: A wooden TV?

12:25 am/ Dave: U know- an old tube TV inside a wood cabinet- looks 60s-ish. WTF? Just turned it on. It’s black n white.

12:25 am/ Me: Ok.

12:26 am/ Dave: There’s no door. Or Windows. What is this place? Did you do this?

12:27 am/ Me: Do what? Roofie you and stick you in a room made of the 60s with no way out? No. No, I didn’t.

I’m cutting in here because we spent the next several texts going back and forth - him accusing me of drugging him because I wanted to meet this girl he had been talking to and me denying it; then him telling me what he could pick up on the TV. It sounded like some sort of closed circuit showing him other rooms similar to his, some with a person, and some empty; and finally him giving me a running commentary on his attempts to find a way out of the room. I was ready to tell him I had to go to bed when this happened:

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lokisgame  asked:

50/63 please!

Look at this, I get to kill 5 birds with one stone!

1. “Don’t you dare.”
50. “My eyes are covered.”
54. “Sit down.”
55. “Listen up.”
63. “Is that sass I hear?”
70. “Look, a distraction!”


“I have a surprise for you,” is not exactly something Scully likes to hear from Mulder.  It could mean anything from a piece of chocolate to an alien autopsy, so she’s wary to hear it.  Even more wary when it’s followed by, “cover your eyes.”

“Can’t you just tell me?” Scully asks.  “Must we go through this whole song and dance to get to the point?”

“It’s more fun this way.  Cover your eyes.”

Even though her eyes are closed, she sighs and puts her hands over her face.  “There,” she says.  “My eyes are covered.”

“Okay, now come here,” he says, taking a light grip on her forearms to guide her backwards and to the side.  “Sit down.”

“I can’t see, how am I supposed to sit?  Let me just open-”

“Don’t you dare,” Mulder interrupts.  “The couch is right behind you.  I’ve got you, just sit down.”

Sightless and without the use of her hands, Scully tentatively shuffles her feet until her heels hit the couch and she crouches slowly, Mulder taking her weight so she doesn’t fall back, until she’s finally sitting and then he lets go.

“Alright now,” Mulder says.  “Listen up.  I have to go get something, so no peeking.”

“I could peek if I wanted to,” she answers.  “You’d never even know.  Maybe I already have.”

“Is that sass I hear?”

“You said no peeking, not no sarcasm.”

She feels Mulder move closer to her and then his mouth is by her ear.  “Keep it up and I’ll blindfold you instead.”

“Promise?” she retorts, knowing full well when she flirts back it’s Mulder’s kryptonite.

“Just don’t peek, I mean it,” he whispers and then he places a quick kiss to her lips.  Her head follows his as he retreats, so he kisses her again, pushing her back so she sinks into the soft leather behind her.  

Scully’s hands are in the way and she starts to move them, to slide her palms across her cheeks so she can wrap her arms around his neck, but Mulder catches her wrists and breaks their kiss.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Mulder says.  “You’re thinking, look, a distraction!  I’ll just kiss him and he’ll forget about whatever it is he has up his sleeve.  Nice try, Scully, but I’m on to you.”

“Dammit, Mulder,” she whispers.

He chuckles and kisses her briefly once more before he lets go of her wrists and his heat moves away from her.  Without her eyes, her ears grow more sensitive.  She listens to his quiet apartment, silent save for the hum of the motor aerating the fish tank.  Whatever Mulder’s doing, he’s managing to keep himself undetectable.  Then she hears the sticky sound of bare feet on hardwood and the scrape of his jeans off to her left.  He must’ve been in his bedroom.

“Did you peek?” Mulder asks.

Scully shakes her head no, growing more suspicious and impatient by the second.  Whatever he’s got up his sleeve, she just wishes he’d get it over with.  She can hear him sit down across from her.  The table creaks slightly and his knees touch hers.

“You can open them,” he says.

She moves her hands away from her face and blinks her eyes.  An empty drawer from Mulder’s dresser sits in his lap, wrapped in green ribbon with a silver bow pressed between the handles.

“You know, for when you stay over,” Mulder says.  “I also moved some things out of the closet, but I couldn’t really wrap empty space.”

“Mulder…”

“You can put anything you want in it,” he says, quickly.  “Even if it’s just books or medical journals or a spare umbrella, it’s yours to do what you want with.”

Scully takes the sides of the wide, empty drawer between her hands and moves it off of Mulder’s lap.  She rights it lengthwise and sets it on the floor as she stands and then wraps her arms around Mulder’s neck.  He has to look up at her because from where he sits, she’s a head taller than him.  She leans against his chest and he locks his arms across her lower back.

“There’s a little shelf in the refrigerator too that will hold all your little yogurts,” he says.  “And I’m pretty sure we can find a spot for the bee pollen.”

“Shut up, Mulder,” she whispers, before silencing him with a kiss.

The End

anonymous asked:

I've had ADHD my whole life and it's been a mountain of a struggle to get through basic tasks like studying. I've had to work extremely hard just to get by in school and college. I really wanted to be a doctor because I want to help other people with ADHD. I'm applying to med school right now and there's a chance I may get in. I wanted to know if there were any resources that could help me get through it. I know it's a stretch as med students are usually geniuses and I'm always behind. Thank you

Okay, so first thing I’d like to say is don’t sell yourself short. There are lots of gifted and talented individuals in STEM fields, but I think you’ll be surprised at how many people have to work their arse off to get into med school.

And you won’t be alone. It may feel like it at times, but there will be other neurodivergent students in your courses, if not ADHDers. In fact, there was research published late last year that revealed that the prevalence of individuals with disabilities in US medical schools was far higher than previously estimated, almost 3%, and ADHD topped the list!

It’s likely that, if you have provisions in place, you’ll get to know other students with disabilities, and they themselves can be a really great resource. Having support structures is important, but having people who actually get it because they have to deal with the same stuff you do every day, is amazing. 

I myself didn’t realise the value of this until I made friends with another ADHDer in my courses 12 months ago. It’s nice to have someone who you can vent to about ADHD and having to navigate the university system with a disability.

Unfortunately, there appear to be very few online communities for neurodivergent people in STEM - I looked for every variation on ADHD/ND in med school/STEM, and came up empty handed.

However, I did find a few Reddit threads that might help you:

I’ll leave you with this piece of encouragement which was sent to us about a year ago on anon:

I’m in med school right now, I have dyslexia and ADHD. I am not medicated and I want everyone to know that even though society looks down on us don’t ever look down on yourselves. We are so much more than what’s written on paper, don’t let anyone try to stop you from achieving your goals - especially not yourself. You can do whatever you want, even if it seems very very hard!

- Prue

Hello world!

Hey there!

This is my introductory post as a studyblr even though I have this account for some months already but never mind:

My name’s Cara, I’m a high school student in Germany and I’ve spent some months in the UK as an exchange student.

A-level courses: Maths, English, Social Sciences, French

Languages: English, French, Spanish, German (I plan to learn Italian, Japanese and/or Chinese and Greek)

Things I’m enthusiastic about: maths (who would’ve guessed?), science in general, physics and astronomy, psychology, medicine, literature, languages, books, music, TV shows, long walks, ice skating, and probably a million other things I cannot think of right now :)

So what am I doing here? I really appreciate the encouraging and inspiring atmosphere in the studyblr community so I’d really like to become a part of it.

Feel free to message me and/or ask questions :)

Studyblrs I admire: @peachi-study @thechemistrynerd @studyquill @cafetudier @physicists-need-love-too @academiix @adalovlace @mathematicool @rhubarbstudies @universi-tea @littlestudyblrblog @cardiacstvdies @stvdybuddies @langblog @equaticns

You okay?

 Plot: Justin’s not feeling well.

The sound of the door being unlocked and opened, made Y/n look up from her phone. She instantly knew it was Justin, but she was surprised to see him home so early.

It was only 8:27p.m, he texted her he won’t be home till, at least eleven, few hours ago, but now he’s here, standing at the entrance of the living room.

Y/n’s face lightened up at the sight of her boyfriend, but that quickly fade away. Justin was leaning onto door, his head in his hands.

Y/n quickly stood up and approached him. “Are you okay?” she asked worriedly. But she knew the answer even before she asked the question.

Justin didn’t even move, his breathing was deep and slow. “Do you want me to bring some water? Some medicine? Or do you wanna go catch some fresh air?”

At her last question he slowly nodded into his palms, and Y/n grabbed his hand and slowly walked out of their home.

They sat down on the porch, Justin placing his head onto Y/n’s shoulder. Y/n took his hands into her lap, gently moving the tips of her hands over his.

She moved her head to touch his and whispered. “Feeling better?”

Justin took few more deep breaths, he whispered nodding. “Thank you.”

The night was beautiful, everything was so peaceful, but even the sound of night crickets didn’t ruin the night. Moon was hiding behind a cloud, stars were up high, and the air was fresh and a little bit chilly.

Y/n could feel chills all over her body, turns out it’s not a smart idea to be out in just a tiny shirt.

“You’re shaking, let’s get you inside, before you catch a cold because of me.” Justin said, removing his head from her shoulder.

“No, we should better stay out since you’re not feeling well.” Justin got up, still holding her hands, slowly pulling her up. Once she finally stood up he pulled her into a proper hug.

“I am fine.” He mumbled into her ear. He separated them, only to connect their lips for a quick kiss.

Justin placed his hand on Y/n’s lower back, and they walked into their living room, sitting down on a couch, still holding each other.

Y/n placed her head on his chest, deeply breathing his smell in. “So stressful day?” Y/n finally asked after the silence became unbearable.

“More painful, than stressful.” Justin simply said, placing his chin on her head, smelling her hear.

“Why didn’t you come home earlier, then?”

“At first, it was just a simple stomach ache, and I thought it was, maybe because I didn’t eat. But then after I ate, it was still there and I just couldn’t concentrate but I was still trying my best, but in the end Scooter almost threw me out of the studio, so I would go home.” Y/n chuckled.

Typical Justin, always pushing his boundary, no matter what kind of pain or struggle he is dealing with.

“You know I love you, but sometimes, you shouldn’t be such a stubborn. Trust me, Beliebers will understand if you don’t publish new song every three months. Goddamn, their waited three years for Purpose, they can wait few week for new song. They are loyal.”

Justin took a deep breath. “I know they are loyal, and that’s the reason I want to give them something in return. I want them to know I am thankful.”

Y/n moved her head from his chest, looking into his eyes. “They are thankful to have an idol like you are, trust me, I know. I was and still am a Belieber.”

Justin smiled and kissed her. “When I thought I couldn’t love you more.”

Y/n smiled. “Face it Bieber, you can’t live without me.”

Justin smiled and nod. But his happy expression suddenly turned into a painful one. Y/n moved herself from his, giving him space. “You okay?”

Justin closed his eyes and nod. “Yeah, yeah everything’s fine, I just felt a sharp pain, that’s all.”

“Do you wanna go to the doctors? Maybe you caught some virus or something.”

Justin opened his eyes and looked at his worried girlfriend. He smiled and pulled her closer. “I am fine, baby, just having you in my arms in enough to cure anything.”

Y/n chuckled and mumbled into his neck. “Cheesy.”

Two hours later they were still in each other arms, watching a movie. Well, Y/n was watching a movie, Justin fell asleep during the first five minute of the movie.

She couldn’t blame him, he was working so hard, always putting everyone else before than himself.

The movie ended and she slowly removed herself from his, trying not to wake him up. He shifted a little bit and mumbled something under his breath.

Y/n went into one of their guest’s room and took a blanket. She placed the blanked over him and walked over to the bathroom.

She was just washing her hands when Justin stormed into the bathroom, hovering over the toilet. He was throwing up and Y/n run over to him, placing her hand on his back, moving it up and down.

Once he stopped throwing up, he placed his head on the cold toilet and she rushed to the sink and wet one towel, placing it on his back, neck and eventually his face.

Once he took the towel into his hands and pressed it onto his face, she got up and run into kitchen, bringing him some water.

When she came back, he was once again throwing up she rushed over to him. She rubbed his back, whispering it will be okay.

Once he stopped, she gave him water. “Take a shower, you’re all sweaty, and then we are going to hospital.” She whipped the tears that were on his face.

Justin looked at her, his eyes was so tired, and he looked like he left his soul in that toilet. “I am fine, we don’t need any doctors. I threw everything out and I will be fine now.”

She didn’t agree with his decision, but she knew fighting would be pointless, he would have it his way. “Do you want me to stay here while you shower?”

Justin gave her a weak smile. “If you like watching, but you can also join me.”

Y/n sighed. “Damn right you’re fine if you can be cheesy after that.”

She brought him some fresh clothes, even though she knew he would still sleep nude. She went into their bedroom and removed her clothes and put on one of his long sleeved shirts.

She placed herself under the comfy cover and waited for Justin to come out of the shower. Few minutes later he walked into the room, and as she predicted, he was carrying the clothes she brought him in his hands.

He walked to the other side of the bed, looking way better. He moved himself over to Y/n, so he could hug her. He placed his hand around her waist pulling her closer, and then moving his hand to her ass.

She kissed his neck and said quick “Goodnight” before she fell asleep.

What felt like seconds later, was actually hour and a half later. Justin was shaking her and she immediately got up not even opening her eyes, she asked. “What? You feeling sick again?”

Justin didn’t even get to nod when he stormed out of the bed, running into bathroom to throw up once again, even though Y/n was pretty sure, he had nothing more to throw up.

She rushed after him, once again, wetting the towels and giving him water. Once he stopped throwing up, she helped him get up and brought him back to their room.

She took the clothes she gave him before and he put the on, she changed too.

Soon enough she grabbed his keys and they were on their way to the hospital.


Part Two


I got two similar request about Justin having a strong migrane and stomach ache, so i kind combined them.