except sobbing

Every Fandom Ever
  • first off, screaming. why do we scream so much? no one will truly know
  • headcanon where everything’s the same except everyone’s gay
  • crying and sobbing to an intense level (we have no chill, i swear)
  • oh the references… so many references. and MEMES. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY MEMES
  • fanfiction… we’ve all been there
  • having a tumblr obviously
  • your husband/wife not being real (why are fictional people so hot??) also i’ve adopted multiple sons?? *sees a smol bean* “I’m adopting it”
  • super protective about your fandom
  • i want merch. but it’s so damn expensive??
  • “lolol im trash”
  • knowing all of the words
  • wanting to go to conventions and concerts but CAN’T
  • scaring our non-fandom friends…
  • being broke.
  • desperately wanting to be with them (as in fictional characters, celebs,and etc.)
  • having pride. just being really proud of this weird ass community
  • giving yourself weird titles (Examples: a Trekkie, phan)
  • having this huge loving family on the internet. honestly, i think it’s the sweetest thing, that we’re able to bond over this thing that we find meaningful. 

Originally posted by stitchholdsmyheart

Note: i’m not trying to be rude, just poking at my own fandoms. i also understand different fandoms have their own quirks. Hope you found this amusing~ admin daria

  • <p> <b>Uraraka:</b> Bakugou grabs you by the collar of your shirt and what do you do?<p/><b>Izuku:</b> I go in for the kiss<p/></p>

There must be a book about this ?? what to do when your friend turns into a big pinkish cat ?

Thank you ! It was a good excuse for me to draw Peregrïn’s cat form. She has a reflex of turning into it when she’s startled. Even when not in battle. Like… don’t wake her up with big noises and stuff.

The suggestion was Peregrïn protecting Khadgar, which is something she would 100% do so I agree with this idea >v<
I still want to point out that at this age they’re pretty much equals, as far as I know, she’s not stronger.
And they do stand up for one another. Even when they were young friends, just two kids, different yet somehow similar.

Blue and Blood

So, I hear some of you Voltron peeps like to beat up Lance …

Inspired by http://kaxpha.tumblr.com/post/157124314218/heres-a-lotance-klance-video-ive-been-working but NOT based on it. I decided not to do Klance this time around, even though I do ship it. No ships in this fic. May write some more. Post season 2, except Shiro didn’t actually go anywhere, lol.

Hurt/comfort, Lance!whump

It had taken far too many months to track down Lance. Shiro had lost count of the days since his teammate had willingly surrendered himself to Galran Prince Lotor in order to save the others. The Blade of Marmora had been reluctant to offer help until Allura helpfully pointed out that they couldn’t form Voltron with a Paladin missing.

It made Shiro a little sick to think about it. The look on Lotor’s face as he had wrapped his arms possessively around the Blue Paladin and petted his hair – Shiro couldn’t get the image of that predatory smile out of his head. It awakened from his fitful sleep and drove him harder when it seemed like their leads were about to dry up.

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anonymous asked:

hey girl can you do one where the reader gets a lot of twitter hate and so they get really insecure and josh has to convince her he loves her no matter what? thanks so much, i love your work and you so much


triggers: hate messages, self hate (idk it’s not bad promise) 

You know that you shouldn’t be scrolling through the hash tag “joshdeservesbetter” but you are, because you’re curious and because it’s trending. You also know that your eyes are watering but you’re on the tour bus and there is no way in hell you’re letting yourself cry in front of the guys. Another push of the refresh button, another new slew of tweets full of hate. The past few hours had consisted of scrolling through the comments written to tear you down. They seemed to be doing their job, however, because here you were with a sinking feeling in your chest as you read yet another hateful tweet. Were you really this awful? This annoying?  This fat? Was your acne really that bad?  Did your face bother people that much?

You can feel Josh watching you from the corner of your eye but he isn’t saying anything so you continue along your journey of self-inflicted torture. You’re another 5 tweets down when one particularly popular tweet catches your eye.  It reads: ‘Josh’s natural light gets duller when Y/N’s at his side’ And that’s it.  That’s what makes the tears fall. Do they think you don’t know this? You know you don’t deserve Josh. For God sakes you weren’t even dating when you first realized this. This is what keeps you up at night, knowing the person that you love deserves so much than you.

All those menacing thoughts were going through your head when a voice starts speaking, “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Tyler asks.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just missing home, I guess.” God you were an awful liar. Hopefully this doesn’t sound like total bullshit coming out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, I know it can get rough.” he replies.

“Yeah, it can,” you cough awkwardly before standing up, “I’m just gonna go clean up a bit, yeah?” You don’t even wait for a response from Tyler before you’re rushing past him.  You needed to get out of there.

You had your eyes on the bathroom when you could hear someone approaching behind you.

“I know you don’t just miss home,” Josh says.  He reaches out his hand and delicately brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face.  You rub your running nose with the sleeve of your sweatshirt and look down at your feet.  

“I do, I’m fine though-“ you lie.  

But Josh knows better.  He snakes his arm through yours and drags you to the back of the bus where the bunks are located.  He sits on his, and all but pulls you down next to him.

“I saw you glued to your phone, talk to me,” he urges.

Josh’s arm winds around your waist, fingers resting gently on your side. Normally you wouldn’t mind the feeling, but not now that you had gained weight. You could feel Josh’s fingers digging into the fat on your side and it disgusted you. No doubt it disgusted Josh as well. You squirmed in Josh’s grasp; trying to move his hand away as tears filled your eyes once again. In response to your sudden embarrassment, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, and allowed the tears to flow freely down your cheeks and into the hollow of Josh’s collarbones.

Josh slipped his hand underneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips gently pushing down the waistband of both your sweatpants and underwear to expose your hipbone fully. In a gentle pattern, his thumb started rubbing circles on the exposed skin. What used to be a comforting gesture was now nothing short of uncomfortable.

“Stop.” You murmured softly, your voice thick with tears. Immediately, Josh could tell that something was wrong, just in the tone of your voice.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked gently, but his voice gave away just how concerned he was.

“Josh, do you think I’m… fat?” you asked softly, not daring to look into his eyes. You nervously played with the hem of your shirt, picking at a loose thread.

“What?” Josh said, sounding almost too shocked. Like an act.  “Are you serious?  What’s this about?”

“Just answer the question,” you pleaded.  You had to know.

“No, love, I don’t think you’re fat.”  Josh turned on the bed to face you, reaching for your hands as you tried to pull away.  “Now tell me why you’re asking.”

“No reason,” you mutter. “Just wondering.”

Josh shook his head, knowing you were lying to him. ”No, there must be a reason. You can tell me. You know you can tell me anything.”

Your fake smile fell to the frown you had been suppressing. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out except for a strangled sob as the dam finally broke loose and tears streamed down your face at full fledge. Josh had this uncanny ability to break down all of your walls, no matter how strong you tried to build them up.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into Josh’s lap.  Josh hated seeing you cry, simply hated it. And when you wouldn’t tell him what was wrong, but started crying, he was worried even more. “Baby,” he whispered, drawing small patterns on your back to try to calm you down, “C’mon, talk to me.”

“The fans—“ you choked out, “they’ve been saying things.” You managed to say in between sobs.

”Babe, what did the fans say?” he asked softly.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, handing it to Josh, not muttering a word. The Twitter app had been left open, all Josh had to do was unlock your phone and the source of all your tears would be there for him to see.

‘@joshuadun you realize you’re like, proper famous now, right? you can get any girl you want… #joshdeservesbetter’

‘#joshdeservesbetter than kissing a butterface before bed every night’

‘#joshdeservesbetter than EVERYTHING Y/N IS’

‘just don’t understand how someone like @joshuadun ends up with someone like Y/N #joshdeservesbetter’

‘#joshdeservesbetter than someone unable to keep up with their body’

Josh brought a hand up to cover over his mouth, closing the phone and setting it on the end table. Those were just the first few tweets as he scrolled down, he wasn’t able to read beyond that.

“See, Josh? I told y-you I was awful!” you cried.

“No, baby, you’re not. Those aren’t real fans. Those are fake fans.” he said, “They’re only trying to tear you down.”

“Not a single one of those things are true, you’re beautiful and funny, and smart and talented and you deserve so much.”

You felt your chest tighten as Josh began rocking you back and forth.  You needed to get out of there, you felt suffocated by Josh’s words, filled with love.  You knew you didn’t deserve to breathe them in. You started to pull away, but Josh tightens his hold.

“I know you’re not going to believe a single word I say right now, and that’s okay,” he whispers.  “But I’m going to keep saying them until you do.  Y/F/N, you are a beautiful, beautiful person. And I want you to just try to believe me when I say this to you. Everything those people are saying, it’s fake. You are not fat, baby, not by any means.  You’re perfect.”

You looked up at Josh, wiping away the stubborn tears that had still refused to leave your eyes. “Really?” you asked, biting your lip in a way that drove Josh absolutely insane.

“Really babe.” That answer must have been enough for you, because you finally smiled, and ducked your head, blush spreading across your cheeks.

“I’ll try,” you mutter, letting your head fall back against Josh’s chest.  His hand ran tenderly up and down the back of your spine, and you realized it didn’t make you squirm.  “I’ll try to believe you.”

Last night I dreamt that Lance was crying in front of Keith, as if it was happening in one of the upcoming episodes of Voltron. Hear me out.

The Red and Blue Paladin ran into each other during the night and started talking somewhere in the castle while everyone else was asleep, I can’t recall about what. 

At some point, Lance did his thing with the lips, bowed his head and started sobbing. Whatever the reason, he just couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry, Keith. I’m so sorry,” he kept repeating.

It was so sudden and unexpected that Keith didn’t know what to do apart from instinctively murmuring his name out of concern, but felt the need to pull him closer to his chest. He wanted to protect him, to make him feel safe, and he knew that a hand on his shoulder wouldn’t be enough. That was not what Lance needed right then.

Keith just let him get it all out. He wasn’t even trying to shush him, just fiercely holding him in his arms; ‘cause they were rivals and they would spend most of the time pretending to hate each other, but the truth was oh so different.

The ending credits scrolled in complete silence except for Lance’s sobs in the background.

Too Forgiving

I’m in the mood for something a little angsty and a little fluffy. Who better to be in a angsty/ fluffy fic than Draco Malfoy. Hope you guys like it! 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Muggle Born! Reader 

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Swearing 

You bounded up to Draco after dinner, ginning like a little kid at the thought of spending time with your boyfriend. As you reached him, you hugged his arm, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; this time something was off. You knew something had been bothering him for weeks now, but you just couldn’t put your finger on what and he wouldn’t tell you. He jerked his arm out of your grip. Pouting, you tipped your head to the side. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Get your filthy hands off me, (L/N),” He growled. You flinched, not expecting that response. Your (E/C) eyes widened as you looked at him. God, he didn’t look right. The shadows under his eyes said that he hadn’t gotten anywhere near enough sleep. 

“Dray, are you alright?” You asked, stepping closer to him. He pulled away from you again. 

“Are you deaf? Get the hell away from me,” He snapped. You let your outstretched hands drop to your sides. You stared at him, wishing you knew what he was so worked up about. You began to rack your brain for anything you’d done that could have upset him like this. Nothing came up. 

“Woah, calm down, love. Tell me what’s wrong,” You said, trying to stay patient with him. 

“You. Now sod off, (L/N).” You blinked at him, confused. What exactly had you done? He turned and began to sweep away. For lack of a better idea, you grabbed his hand. Turning back to you, he barely paid any attention to you, instead focusing on his hand with a look of mild disgust. 

“First of all, don’t talk to me like that. Second, what did I do?” His grey eyes found your (E/C) ones, turning to steel the second they met. You winced at the sight. 

“I do as I please,” He said, throwing on a mask of cool indifference. God, that riled you up a bit. Your temper flared. 

“Draco Malfoy, I am your girlfriend. I demand to know what’s got you acting like such a prick,” You snarled, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“No, (L/N), you’re not,” He sighed, throwing you a pitying look. You raised an eyebrow. This was coming from the man who, just this morning, told you that he loved you no matter what. 

“Since when?” You asked. That took the wind out of your sails. 

“I would never disgrace the Malfoy family name by dating a talentless, classless, simple, grotesque, little mudblood. Much less loving one,” He purred. A sick smirk graced his face, the face you fell in love with. Tears sprung in your eyes and your hands began to shake. 

There was that word. That nasty, ugly, terrible word. Mudblood. That wasn’t a name he’d ever called you, no matter how bad the fight got (and you fought regularly enough). Other’s had called you that awful name, but you didn’t care about them. Draco was the only person it killed you to hear such a thing drop from his lips. The lips you’d kissed so many times. The lips that claimed they loved you so many times. You worked your jaw and clenched your shaking fists fishing for something, anything, to say. Nothing except for a ragged sob came out. 

Turning on your heal, you tore towards the Gryffindor dorms as quickly as you could. As you ran, you shot past the Golden Trio. They yelled for you to stop, but you didn’t, you couldn’t, your legs wouldn’t let you. Faintly, you heard them running after you. You didn’t want them to run after you; you wanted him. Finally, when you reach the dorm, you slammed the door, locked it, and then allowed your legs to give out under you. Sliding down against the door, you let yourself sob pathetically. 

“Let me in, (Y/N),” Hermione begged. It had been over an hour since you locked yourself in the dorms with no explanation, though you were sure they knew it had something to do with Draco. You made no move to open the door. You really weren’t up to an ‘I told you so’ speech from her. Part of your brain scolded you for thinking she would do that, another part offering to allow yourself to sink into the pain of what had happened.  

“Go away, ‘Mione,” You sobbed, miserably. 

“Whatever that git did to make you cry, I’ll kill him for it,” Harry said with fire in his voice. You were sure that it was meant to make you feel better. It didn’t. 

“Maybe she shouldn’t have dated Malfoy in the first place.” Thump. “I’m just sayin’.” Ron with as impeccable timing as ever. Despite the fact that he was just trying to help, you wanted to smack him in the mouth. 

“Come on, (Y/N). You’ll have to open the door at some point, the rest of the girls have to sleep in there, you know,” Hermione said, softly. 

“Please just leave me alone,” You cried, burying your head in your arms. Soft muttering came from just outside the door for a moment. 

“Alohomora,” She whispered. The door unlocked with a soft click and the trio stepped inside. Finding you on the floor, they shared a look then picked up, moving you to a bed. Hermione’s bed because it was closest. 

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t cry over, Malfoy. He’s not worth it,” Harry said, putting his arm around you. You sucked in a deep breath and sobbed again. Ron leaned over, offering you a pumpkin pasty. Leave it to a Weasley to go straight to food in order to comfort someone, not that you turned it down. 

“You said that to Hermione once; she at least got to punch him in the face,” You said, rubbing your eyes. 

“What the bloody hell happened anyway?” Ron asked as you ate the treat. You sniffled, Hermione offering you a tissue. 

“He broke up with me,” You said, shakily. The boys threw each other a slightly confused look. Hermione waited, knowing there would be more. You couldn’t seem to get the rest of the words out. 

“And?” She prodded softly, lest you start crying again. 

“He told me that he’d never disgrace the Malfoy’s by dating a talentless, classless, stupid, ugly, little mudblood,” You whispered, not wanting to believe that the blond boy you loved so much would actually say that. 

“He said what!! Oh, I’ll hex him into the next dimension!” Hermione fumed, grabbing her wand. You touched her arm, shaking your head. 

“Don’t. Please don’t.” They all stared at you as if you’d grown a second head. 

“What do you mean ‘don’t’? (Y/N), he called you…” Ron seethed, standing next to Hermione.  

“I know what he called me!” You yelled. Ron dropped back down to where he was sitting as Harry and Hermione watched you cautiously. You looked down at your hands which resided in your lap. “Sorry. I suppose I don’t feel quite myself.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Ron said, patting your knee. 

“You should get some sleep,” Harry said, rubbing your shoulder. You nodded, numbly. You felt all cried out, all yelled out, as if your insides had been scooped out with a spoon. 

“We’ll be in the Common Room if you need us,” Hermione said. You nodded, slipping into bed. 

“Goodnight,” You muttered. A chorus of goodnights rang back.

It was nearly two in the morning and you still couldn’t sleep. You were still hurting over what had happened and still concerned about Draco. The way he looked just didn’t seem right to you. You pictured his face. Angular, too angular, like he’d lost weight and you could fit your entire wardrobe into the bags under his eyes. His eyes. They were dull, yet oddly frantic. The usual cool silver of them had been replaced by a hollow grey. There was no way you could sleep with all of this bouncing around in your mind. 

Sighing, you got out of bed and made your way to the astronomy tower. You always went there to think. Funnily enough, this is where you met Draco. Back in first year the two of you startled each other when you saw him coming up the stairs and he saw you sitting in the window. Now that you thought about it, Draco might be there. Part of you highly doubted it. As you made your way up the stairs, you saw a shadow of someone sitting in the window. Draco. 

“I thought you might be here,” He said, not turning to look at you. You blinked, wondering briefly if you were dreaming. 

“What do you care?” You asked, no venom in your words. You joined him in the window, sitting an arm’s length away. He glanced at you. 

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” His voice was so broken, like he’d spent hours crying as well. You looked out over the school grounds, the moon illuminating everything in a different way than the sun. It put you at ease. 

“Are you?” You asked. It wasn’t meant to come out so nasty, but you were hurt. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him flinch. 


“I believe you,” You sighed, kicking your bare feet in the wind. 

“You do?” He asked, disbelief laced his words. You nodded, pushing a loose strand of (H/C) hair behind your ear. 

“Yeah, but one thing is still bothering me,” You said. Still, you didn’t look at him. 

“What’s that?” The way he said that made you think he knew exactly what was going to come out of your mouth. 

“What’s going on? With you, I mean,” You asked, finally turning to look at him. The moon cast a shadow on his face, outlining his profile. Sharp nose, sloping forehead, soft cheek bones, and a strong chin: the same profile you’d seen many times in the same place. This time, it was more pained and sad. You could tell by the way his head tilted down. 

“You don’t want to know,” He whispered. Reaching over, you took a cold hand in yours. 

“I do.” So he told you. Everything. How much he regretted saying those things to you.The dark mark. Voldemort. The impending war. Suddenly, you felt very small, like you and Draco sitting in the tower were just specks floating in space. You could only imagine how he felt being stuck in the middle of all of this. By the time he’d finished, you could see that he was holding back tears. You hand was still in his with a death grip, like he thought if he let go you would disappear. 

“I’m scared, (Y/N), I’m so scared,” He wept, quietly. He didn’t look at you, but there was no hiding the tears. 

“I forgive you,” You hummed, scooting closer to him. You picked up his hand, gripping it more fiercely in your own. “And I love you, Draco Malfoy.” 

Draco brought his forehead to yours, tears still streaming down his pale cheeks. You waited, looking into his liquid silver eyes. He wanted to say something, but his words were smothered by your lips. He held you close, hands tightening on the back of your night shirt, keeping you there. Your fingers slipped into his platinum blond locks. His tongue swiped your bottom lip and you opened your mouth obligingly. Tongues danced together, saying without words that you loved one another. It wasn’t until you parted that you realized you had started crying to. 

“You’re too forgiving, darling. I love you, (Y/N) (L/N),” He whispered against your lips. You smiled, swallowing his words by bringing his lips back you your own. 

Klaus M. – Long Time No See

Words count: 1960? maybe less maybe more 

Warning: None


Requested by @mikki-hear

Hello! I love your Klaus one shots and was wondering if you would take my request? The reader was once married to Klaus but she fakes her death and leaves the Mikaelson’s when she finds out that Dahlia is comming after her child. Centuries later she runs into them in New Orleans. She also only refers to him as “Nik”.

then I asked

Hey, I have a question. In your request. When the reader leaves does she take their daughter with her or no?

Then she/he said

She takes her daughter with her and makes sure that she has a normal human life (as normal as having an immortal non-aging mother could be) so when she returns centuries later the daughter has long since died.

And then I felt as i was stupid for some reason.

You’re a vampire, have been one for a long time. You’ve met Niklaus long before you turned, you met him when you were in high school. A few years of dating and being love, he proposed. You weren’t a vampire then and he didn’t want to turn you into one, unless he desperately needed to. And you never had to turn, even if you were surrounded by the supernatural. He was always there to protect you, not long after you got married, you got pregnant. Klaus having broken the curse was able to procreate and you being a human also meant that you could procreate. It came as surprise to both of you, but you were beyond happy. You were having a child with the man you love, what more could you need?

You gave birth to a beautiful daughter, after you gave birth Niklaus changed you. You became a vampire. A happy one. Your daughter was a beautiful mix of both Klaus and yourself. She was the jewel of the family. Everyone loved and adored her.

But as always being a Mikaelson meant not everything lasts forever. Happiness is included. A few months after you gave birth to your daughter, (y/d/n). Dahlia came into the equation threatening the lives of everyone and threatening to take your daughter from you. You knew that there was no way Klaus would be able to protect the both of you, so you did the only thing you knew you could do. That is to fake your death. You faked your and your daughter’s death and fled the city, leaving no trace of you or her being alive. Your daughter grew as a normal girl, well as normal as having an immortal mother that is. She understood what you were and as she had more wolf and human in her than a vampire, she grew and never stopped growing and eventually she dies. You mourned her for a long time, but never once did you return to your husband and his family.

A few centuries later, you found yourself wondering around New Orleans. You heard about a part in the French Quarter you and one of our friends were going to. It was close to seven when you arrived at a house called the Abattoir.

“This place is amazing.” You nodded your head in agreement. “Maybe you can find someone tonight.”

“(Y/F/N) you know I don’t want to be in a relationship.” You sighed, even though she knows about you and Klaus, she still insists that you should move on and fined another guy.

“(Y/n) you have to move on, I mean what are the chances of you two meeting again?” You just shook your head and mumbled ‘I’m going to the bar.’ Before you left her. You easily found the makeshift bar, and ordered a martini (A/N I’m almost 18 I’ve never drank alcohol before so I don’t know if it’s good.). You leaned on the bar as you waited for your drink.

“What is a lovely girl as yourself doing here all alone, love?” You heard a familiar voice say from behind you, it sent shivers down your spine, if he was here that means… you shook your head, and decided to just ignore him. “Oh playing hard to get are we?” you moved your hair so it was covering your face. But unintentionally you showed him your left hand, where your wedding ring still sits. “Where did you get that?” 

Kol said harshly as he took your hand and pulled you so you were facing him, his eyes went wide his mouth dropped. You looked at him scared and nervous. Kol looked around for a second, before he vamp speed you both into an abandoned room.

Kol stated pacing back and force, you fidget with your hands not knowing what to say.

“Kol.” You said with a shaky voice. Kol stopped pacing and looked at you, he looked betrayed. If he looked like that you couldn’t even begin to think what Klaus would look like.

“How? How are you alive?” He asked you frowning. “We all saw your body and-and (Y/D/N)’s as well.”

“I faked it.” You whispered knowing that he heard you clearly with his vampire hearing.

“You faked it?” He laughed dryly. “Why the hell would you do that?”

“Because it was the only way to give (y/d/n) her best chance.” You said tearing up. “Dahlia was planning on taking her and killing everyone to do so, I couldn’t make my daughter live a life where she is enslaved.”

“We could’ve stopped her.” Kol said calmly.

“And then what? This family has more enemies than anyone else on this planet.”

“Klaus will be mad when he finds out.”

“Is-is he here?” You said stuttering a bit and once again playing with your hands.

“Yes, he is.” Kol said kindly once he saw how scared you were. “He’ll be mad for a while but he’ll get over it, he loves you too much to be mad at you for long.”

“Kol, what are you-“ You both turned to the door way to see Rebekah who was just as shocked to see you as Kol. “Oh god (y/n)?”

You gave her a small smile and a nod, in a second she was hugging you tightly.

“I- we thought you were dead.” She said still hugging you.

“I-I faked it.” And you told her what you told Kol.

“I have an idea.” She said and disappeared from the room. A few minutes later the music outside died down and you hear Rebekah say. “I’m so sorry everyone, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave, we have a family emergency that need our attention immediately. So if you could all kindly leave, that would be great.”

You closed your eyes, knowing what was coming, in under fifteen minutes the place was empty, only the Mikaelson and yourself still in the house, you quickly texted your friend and told her to leave, and that you were fine.

“Rebekah, mind tell me what the ‘family emergency’ is?” Your heart beat became frantic when you heard his voice. Kol laid a hand on your shoulder in comfort.

“Just stay calm no matter what.” Rebekah said her voice near the door you and Kol stood behind.

“Just tell us Rebekah.” Klaus said meaning himself and an equally confused Elijah, Freya and Finn. Rebekah hesitated before she opened the door. Kol was standing in front of you he was hiding you, only the side of your dress was showing. “Who is this?” Klaus demanded.

Kol stepped aside, and you were met with Niklaus in a tux looked at you with his wide blue eyes.

“Hello Nik.” You said softly. In a second you were harshly pressed to the wall, with his hands on your neck.

“Who are you? And how can you possess her body?” Nik asked you through his teeth, you choked as you tried to push him off you, but you didn’t need to as Elijah pushed him off you.

“Calm down, Niklaus.” Elijah said as he helped you up. “We wouldn’t find anything out by you choking her.”

“HOW DARE YOU COME HERE AND LOOK LIKE HER?” Nik shouted hurt and pissed at you.

“It is really me.” You said tears gathering in your eyes.

“NO! She dies, she died and so did our child.” Nik said walking towards you before being stopped by Kol.

“Nik just listen to her.” Rebekah said as she stood by your way.

“Sorry, who are you all talking about?” Freya asked confused.

“My wife (y/n).” Klaus said his voice broken and full of sadness.

“Nik you have to listen, please.” You said practically begging. “It really is me, I swear to you.” When he didn’t say anything you took that as your cue to continue. “When Dahlia threatened us and threatened (Y/D/N) I knew that she wasn’t safe, especially not after she killed all of those people and vampires and even witches. She wasn’t safe. Dahlia wasn’t baking down so I faked our death and ran as far as I could.”

“You took her from me, you took MY DAUGHTER FROM ME!” He shouted making you flinch as for the tears to run wild.

“I had to, it was the only way she would’ve been safe.” You said trying not so sob.

“We could’ve defeated her, we’ve always killed anyone who stood in our way.” He said moving his hand around gesturing to his sibling that were standing around us ready to stop any physical fight from breaking.

“And happens after that? We live a happy ever after?” You asked him getting mad at him for not understanding. “Nik, you and everyone here have a long, long list of enemies that isn’t getting shorter by time, I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I condemned an innocent child to this life. I could take it, but she couldn’t.”

“Where is she?” Nik asked the question that you were waiting for yet dreading. You didn’t know what to say, everyone here wanted the answer to that question yet you didn’t know what to say.

“She live a long happy life, she got married but had no kids, she became an alpha of her own pack and-and she died at the age of-of hundred and twenty seven (A/N she lived this long because she still had vampire blood in her system).” You sobbed, Rebekah gasped and covered her mouth, and the room was silent except your sobs. Rebekah made a move to hug you, but Nik grabbed you and vamp speed out of the room, out of the house and out of the city. You were all alone in a clearing in the woods. You didn’t know why he got you here, maybe to kill you, you didn’t know. But you really didn’t care. “If you want to kill me, then kill me. I no longer wish to live. It has been hard for me since the moment I left you and after (Y/D/N)’s death I only wished for death.”

“I’m not going to kill you.” Nik said shakily, moved your head so you were looking at him, you saw tears running down his face. He was heartbroken and you felt as if everything was your fault.

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” You sobbed and Nik pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly.

“Was she happy?” Nik asked you and you nodded.

“She was.” Nik moved his head on top of yours, you were pressed against him. “That’s all I ever wanted.”

“Nik, I really am sorry, I never meant to hurt you.” You said as silent tears ran down your face. “She love you, you know?”

“She did?” Nik asked his hands tightening around you.

“Yeah, I told her all about you, showed her a few of your paintings and she really did love you.” You said and wiped your tears away. You looked up at Nik who was still crying silently. You moved your hands to his face, swiping the tears off his cheek as his blue eyes stared at you. His eyes were like home, they were familiar something you can always look at and feel loved. “I love you so much Niklaus.”

“And I love you too.” Nik said and he pulled you back into a hug, and vamp speed back to the Abattoir, where everyone was waiting, when they saw you alive and well they all relaxed. Everyone decided to call it a night and talk about everything the day after. When emotions are calm and mind clear and ready. And after that everyone went to their room including you. You were obviously sharing with Nik. You wouldn’t let him out of your sight after spending so many years apart.

Fight Night || Jughead Jones

91-72-65-88 with Jughead!????🙏🏻😗🙃

72.) “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
91.) “Tell me you need me.”

A/N: I didn’t use number 65 in here because as of a few days ago, I’ve been limiting requests to 3 or less prompts for each fic, and since I’ve used number 65 a couple times now for previous prompts, I figured I’d just stick with 72, 88, and 91. Hope you enjoy! Warning: angst ahead!

Gif by @ravemreyes


“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!” you yelled as Jughead cut you off for the fourth time that night.

To be fair though, you had cut him off as well.

Forget movie night. This was fight night. What started off as a regular date night in the projection room at the drive-in theater between you and Jughead had turned into full-out arguing. Playful bickering and throwing popcorn playfully was traded for yelling at each other from across the room.

“No, Y/N, you’re going to let me speak, because—”

“You’ve been interrupting me all night!”

“You just interrupted me!”

You groaned frustratedly and the argument continued.

It didn’t matter what the fight was about anymore. That mattered was that true feelings were now being brought up. And those feelings hurt.

“God, you’re so needy!” Jughead suddenly yelled.

You froze at his words. That was your biggest insecurity. It wasn’t that you were clingy, you just liked social interaction. You may not like big social events like parties, but you liked to hang out with your small group of friends as much as you could. Since Jughead was your boyfriend and the two of you loved each other, you tried to spend as much time as you could with him. Despite this, you always wondered if you were too needy. Jughead and your friends always reassured you that you weren’t, but it still lingered in the back of your mind. You thought that was the worst thing Jughead could say to you. You were wrong.

“You might as well just say, “Oh Jughead, tell me you need me,”” Jughead said, mimicking a high-pitched voice. “Isn’t that what your mom used to say to your dad?”

Jughead knew he had gone too far as soon as he said that. Your parents were a touchy subject. They had gotten a bitter divorce when you were very young. Your dad had fallen out of love with your mom and in love with his coworker. Your mom was desperate to keep her marriage from falling apart, not wanting to get rid of that happy family dream she had worked so hard for. It didn’t matter. Your father left within three months and never saw either of you again. Your mom was heartbroken.

You gasped at Jughead’s words and your heart felt like it had been ripped apart. You had told him about your parents all those years ago because you thought that he would never bring it up against you. You trusted him. And now that trust was broken.

Jughead’s eyes widened as the reality of what he said hit him. You turned away from him and began to cry, unable to help it. He had broken your heart.

“Y/N? he asked softly.

He began to make his way over to you. You didn’t answer.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean—”

He cut himself off with a sigh.

“Christ, Y/N, I’m so— I just… Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now,” the teenager said lamely. He knew he was losing you. “I need to know you’re okay.”

You remained silent, except for the heaving sobs leaving your body. Jughead gently put a hand on your shoulder and you yanked your arm away like you had been burned. Hurt flashed across Jughead’s face and he lowered his hand. You wiped your tears and took a few shaky breaths before walked over to the chair that had your jacket resting on it near the front of the door. You grabbed it and put it on, ignoring Jughead’s gaze the entire time. You had just reached for the doorknob when Jughead spoke again.

“Y/N,” he said softly, gently grabbing your wrist.

This time you didn’t pull away like you had been burned, but you didn’t turn to look at Jughead either.

“Please don’t go.” he begged.

You didn’t miss the way his voice was now broken and watery. It hurt you to do so, but you pulled your wrist away from Jughead’s grip anyway and pulled your jacket closer to you.

“Goodbye, Jughead.” you said quietly, opening the front door, stepping outside.

As you closed the door behind you, Jughead sat down on the floor, and took a couple of shaky breaths before finally letting himself cry.


A/N: Okay, so… This was the most difficult prompt I’ve ever done. I think it had something to do with #72. For some reason, it was really hard to incorporate that prompt into a situation with Jughead and the reader. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed!! Send me feedback!


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anonymous asked:

Like Obi Wan will try everything to get Anakin to believe him; knowing his favourite things, mentioning things Anakin has never told anyone, even the very few holos they took together. But Anakin is still wary. One night Obi Wan gets very drunk and comes into Anakins room and begins to sob in his arms apologising over and over for not being strong enough to save him. Its only then that Anakin believes in him.

Yeah Obi Wan’s desperate to get Anakin to believe him or remember their relationship. He isn’t going to let him go though because after what the Jedi did to him he can’t trust them should Anakin go back to them and there isn’t really anywhere else Anakin can go (despite the fact Anakin is feeling slightly unsure about he Jedi as well). So instead he’s spending half his time intently researching memory alteration with the Force and the other half trying to convince Anakin that he isn’t lying.

All of this is of course super stressful and I can totally see him getting drunk one night in response to it.

When the very drunk Sith Lord comes into Anakin’s room Anakin doesn’t quiet know how to process it or what to do. Like in theory this is the perfect time to escape should he want to. Then the Sith Lord is sobbing and apologizing and begging him to forgive him for failing him, and trusting the Jedi (who he knows should not be trusted) to just let him go easily. He should have come with him when he went to the Temple to leave officially. He should have been there so the second they tried anything questionable he could have rescued Anakin so they wouldn’t be in this position. He needs to find a way to fix it but he’s just getting more and more lost as the days go by.

And okay, the sobbing, desperate Sith, who has all his mental shields down and is just radiating grief in the Force is a pretty compelling argument for him not lying about it.

Love and Afraid

This short story is based off Norman Reedus’s movie SKY. If you haven’t seen the movie, this story spoils some of it in ways. If you do not care or you have seen the movie, carry on. I have had a few requests for this crossover, so here you are.

  • Daryl Dixon x Reader
  • Part One
  • 735 Words
  • Warnings: Talks about death

“Daryl?” The whole house is quiet, but it normally was with him. Daryl never plays music or watches old movies. He spends his time doing productive things, which in the end, was a good thing.

You walk up to the second floor, where he sleeps when he can. Perhaps he was taking a nap, getting ready for the run Aaron wants him to accompany him on.

The bedroom door is cracked and you can see a figure on the bed. Knowing Daryl, he wants to be alone to rest. But this wasn’t like Daryl to sleep during the day, not in the afternoon.

You knock gently on the door, twice, as you had on the front door. There’s a small grunt but nothing else. Unsure if that was a ‘go away’ or a ‘come in’, you step inside and look over at the sleeping man on the bed. He’s on his side, his arms tucked under his only pillow as he never asked for any more. Daryl thinks he deserves nothing, not even one extra pillow for comfort.

“Aaron is looking for you.” You say softly, stopping just before the bed. His stomach is moving slowly, hardly moving at all, actually. His legs twitch a little, as if he were trying to pretend to sleep now. “Why are you up here?”

Daryl doesn’t speak. It’s not that shocking, but it doesn’t help your worry. You sit on the side of the bed and watch his side move as he breathes. His hair is still greasy, probably going on his fifth day without washing his hair again. Somehow you don’t mind. There were worse things to worry about during a walker breakout, especially now with all these bad events happening with other survivors.

There’s a small noise that leaves Daryl’s throat. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought it a sob. Except, you didn’t think there would be a reason for Daryl to cry. Life, aside from the walkers, was pretty good at the moment.

“Daryl, honey. What is it?” You rub his elbow, soothing him, letting you know you care about him. “You can tell me.”

After a long minute of silence, Daryl sniffs. “I’m worthless.” He growls.

“What? No.” Without thought, you curl up beside him and wrap your arms around Daryl best you could. “You are not worthless. Don’t ever think that.” You assure him, placing one hand on his side and the other combs through his hair.

For a moment, you think Daryl may push you back or tell you to leave. He doesn’t. He lays there, his breathing still shallow.

“Had a visit with the doc.” He continues. His voice is shaky, uneven. It sounds like there’s something caught in his throat as he speaks. “I’m… uhh—“ He stops.

“You’re what?” You’re glad you let your nails grow. You massage them into his hair gently, scratching his scalp to calm him down. He accepts this act of kindness.

“Doc says I ain’t got long to live.”

The world stops. Suddenly, the world outside means nothing. You forgot all about the walkers, the bad survivors, Rick, Carl, Aaron. None of that mattered.

A lump catches in your throat as you try to swallow and you watch the back of his head, your whole body going cold. You feel like you just entered a freezer without any clothes on. Your head spins, trying to wrap around what he just said.

“I ain’t gon’ make it, Y/N.” He explains, though you didn’t think you needed that.

“Daryl…” You glide your fingers down his side and back up to his arm, giving him goosebumps that you could see.

“I never got ta tell ya…” He grumbles, stopping just before he says it. You let him ponder on his words while you still try to wrap your head around this.

“Shhh.” You caress his cheek to silence him when he stuttered over his words. “Don’t. Just close your eyes and rest, Daryl. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

His shoulder starts to shake. You don’t acknowledge the fact he’s weeping. You slip your arm around him, holding him closer. He’s still shaking. You can only imagine how he’s feeling right now. You decide to ask questions later, let him cry himself to sleep. Sometimes people just need to let their feelings out, and Daryl was one to bottle them up. Not now.

submitted by: @lellantos - mutant!au more like when-did-i-start-sobbing!au except its not an au bc its me constantly 

i like wrote my thoughts on each panel thats why it looks like a hot mess but like also accurate i was a hot mess thanks 
also i hope its not too small to read


Writing #3

Sirius was crying.
Great, racking sobs emenated from the bed, its curtains closed. The room was dark, the blinds on the windows still closed from before everyone left for Christmas. The only source of light was coming from a lit wand probably near the pillows, attenuated by the fabric surrounding the bed. There were tissues everywhere, and as Remus watched, another fell off the bed from the headboard.
“Sirius?” Remus called, advancing.
Remus heard a whimper, and the sound of a few tissues being hastily ripped out of the box.
“It’s just Remus, Pads. What’s going on? Can I come in?”
No answer came. Remus sat down on the adjacent bed.
“I’ll wait.”
The tears continued, but a hand gingerly tossed the curtains aside in front of Remus. And Remus saw Sirius.
He looked bad. His hair was tied back in a messy bun, which normally would have looked good on him, but now it looked like a symbol of hopelessness. There were half chewed up dog biscuits in the far corner of the bed, like Sirius had transformed into Padfoot and had tried to eat but couldn’t keep things down. There were grey tear tracks on Sirius’ face, the tears having mixed with eyeliner. Sirius’ red lipstick was smeared, traces of it on his cheeks and around his eyes. There were tears in his eyelashes, and he was looking down at the extra blankets piled on the bed. There was more lipstick on the sleeves of his sweater, which had been stretched to the point of drooping over Sirius’ red stained hands. He looked so… vulnerable, and alone.
“Sirius… Sirius, what happened?” Remus asked gently, as he made his way slowly to the other bed, sitting down softly in front of Sirius. He took Sirius’ hands in his own and tried to get Padfoot to look at him.
Sirius wiped at his nose, then at his eyes, then at his mouth. He kept staring at the bed sheets, barely moving except for the sobs still going through his body.
Remus fingered at the lipstick surrounding Padfoot’s mouth, letting Sirius take his time.
“It’s- she-”
Each attempt at a sentence was punctuated by a sniffle, and Remus massaged Sirius’ hands, kissing his forehead.
“Take your time. You don’t have to tell me right now, you don’t have to talk, it’s okay,” Remus assured him. “Shhh, it’s okay.”
Sirius could feel Remus’ hands rubbing his back, and he buried his face in Moony’s shoulder. He threw his arms around Remus.
“She… she found out about us… and she… she…”
The words were muffled by Remus’ jumper, but he could still understand. Sirius’ mother had somehow found out about the two of them dating over Christmas break.
“She sent- she sent a Howler. She hasn’t sent me anything in years! How did she find out, Moony? How did she-”
Sirius was shaking. Remus continued brushing his hands through Padfoot’s hair and holding him.
“I just… I just need a hug.”
And Remus gave him more than that. He embraced Sirius, tighter than before, letting Sirius feel their two heartbeats, and then he kissed him, softly. They held each other for a few more minutes, and Sirius was calming down, slowly, still silently crying. But he knew this was right. This relationship wasn’t what his mother had told him it was: disgusting, wrong, damned, a disgrace. This was real, true love, and he still felt horrible but he had Remus by his side, wiping his tears away, helping.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, despite it being the afternoon, curtains closed, old tissues on the ground.

Blinded (Jung Hoseok)

Originally posted by hobiga

He refused to see it.

Word Count: 1,023
Genre: Angst

Warnings: Mentions of death


I’m sorry I haven’t been writing lately! This is loosely based on a part in Avatar the Last Airbender but I’ll avoid specifying it because it’ll spoil the story~ hopefully if you watched the show you’ll know lol.I hope you don’t mind and enjoy this drabble! <3

“I’m so excited for Y/N and I’s anniversary! I have so many things planned out! I’ve been sending her flowers for a while, though she hasn’t said anything about it yet..” He trailed off as his mind wandered. He heard no response from the rest of the members, no noise except a stifled sob from Jimin as he ran into his room.
“Well, I’m off then! I’ll see you guys tonight~” He smiled happily as he stepped out the door with his coat in his hand, the early spring was still cold enough to need a second layer of warmth.

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