he sounds like he really knows what he wants from doctor who and i'm so pleased

Basically, This is Basically What Every Dr. Phil Episode is Basically Like Basically
  • Dr. Phil: Hello, I am Doctor Philip, and today we'll be tackling an issue that is very widespread, but rarely spoken about. Gaming addiction. Now, I know many of you know at least one person in your life who plays video games, whether that be a child or, in some cases, a spouse.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: But, when unregulated, gaming can lead to serious addiction. Today I have with me a mother who's home life has been torn apart as her very own son descended into gaming addiction.
  • Mother: *sniffing and wiping tears away* Hello, doctor. Will you cure my son?
  • Dr. Phil: Well, dear, that's... uhh. Let's just bring the boy out already.
  • *dramatic music plays*
  • Gamer: My name is Gregg, I'm 19 years old, I'm a gaming addict, and I don't give a f*ck.
  • Audience: *gasps*
  • Gamer: Yeah, I game for 19 to 20 hours a day and the other four hours I use for looking up sick gaming strats or beating it to anime porn. I once sucked off a dude because he offered me minecraft diamonds. I don't give a sh*t, I would've sucked him off even if he didn't have the diamonds.
  • Audience: *gasps louder*
  • Gamer: Do I hate women? Yes, I hate women. I've emailed Anita Sarkeesian my address. She knows where I am if she wants to fight me. Feminists, square the fuck up. People always ask why I don't do anything other than gaming. I ask them why don't they mind their own f*cking business. I don't think I have a problem. Dr. Phil can honestly eat my whole an*s.
  • Gamer: *walks out onto the stage*
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: F*ck all y'all! I don't give a f*ck! *flips off the audience*
  • Dr. Phil: Please take a seat, son.
  • Gamer: *sits very disrespectfully*
  • Mother: *starts bawling*
  • Dr. Phil: Son, do you think that was acceptable behavior?
  • Gamer: The only behavior I care about is the behavioral patterns for enemies in the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series. I love video games: Master chief, Mario, uhm, Blinx the Cat... Blasto. Love those guys!
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: I don't care! You think I care! F*ck all y'all!
  • Dr. Phil: All these people are booing you, doesn't that make you feel bad?
  • Gamer: Are you deaf? Have I not articulated the fact that I absolutely 100% do not care about anything except for video games? I. DON'T. GIVE. A. F*CK.
  • Mother: He's always like this, there's no changing him. It didn't used to be this way... just *starts bawling harder*
  • Dr. Phil: I think there is a way to change him, and we'll find out more about that after these messages.
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays*
  • *The lights dim and every goes empty eyed and slack-jawed*
  • Gamer: Heh, this is weird. *nudges mom and whispers to her* Hey, we're getting paid for this, right. Hey, mom? ...Mom?
  • Mother: *completely unresponsive*
  • Dr. Phil: *completely unresponsive*
  • Audience: *completely unresponsive*
  • Gamer: Heh... this is REALLY weird. *looks around nervously*
  • Audience member: Hey!
  • Gamer: Huh?
  • Audience Member: I'm in the audience! Over here! My arms are strapped to the chair! You have to help me!
  • Gamer: *runs to the audience member*
  • Audience Member: Thank god, I thought I was the only one here left with any brains.
  • Gamer: *hastily undoing the straps* What the fuck is going on?
  • Audience Member: I don't know, but this definitely isn't Dr. Phil's show.
  • Gamer: Then what is it?
  • Audience Member: No clue, but we have to get out of here before the commercial breaks ends.
  • Gamer: *successfully undoes the straps*
  • Audience Member: C'mon! Let's go. *grabs the gamer by the arm*
  • Gamer: *resists* Wait a fucking minute. Why am I supposed to trust you?
  • Audience Member: Because I'm normal and everyone else is braindead if you haven't noticed.
  • Gamer: Yeah, but I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on. Being on Dr. Phil is a huge opportunity for me to, y'know, advertise my brand. I'm a gamer if you haven't noticed.
  • Audience Member: Are you insane? Have you had a look around you? Does this anything happening right now seem normal to you? Who cares about your "brand". Do you even remember how you got here?
  • Gamer: Well... now that you mention, I can't really remember exactly.
  • Audience Member: Yeah, now let's get the fuck out of here.
  • *the gamer and audience member run through the back exit into the hallways*
  • *the Dr. Phil theme blares as the show returns from commercial break*
  • Gamer: My ears!
  • Audience Member: Move it! *jerks gamer's arm*
  • Gamer: Okay, calm down.
  • *the entire audience screams in unison*
  • Gamer: What the fuck is that!?
  • Audience Member: It's the reason we're running! Quick, in here!
  • *the duo duck into a cramped broom closest*
  • Gamer: Listen, you have to tell me what the fuck is going on right now!
  • Audience Member: Shh.
  • Gamer: Don't shush me!
  • Audience Member: *covers the gamer's mouth*
  • *agonized screaming and violently rumbling passes by the broom closest*
  • Gamer: Holy shit!
  • Audience Member: Stop yelling.
  • Gamer: How can I not yell when it sounds the gates of hell just passed by us!
  • Audience Member: You want it to turn back around and find us?
  • Gamer: Alright. I'll calm down... I'll. *start sobbing*
  • Audience Member: Please, please stop crying. You're too loud.
  • Gamer: I can't! I'm under a lot of stress!
  • Audience Member: You'll be dead if you don't shut the fuck.
  • Gamer: I never wanted any of this, I just wanted to go on Dr. Phil so people would recognize me on YouTube and I could become a popular Let's Player!
  • Audience Member: If you don't shut up right now, I'll-
  • *a snake bites the audience member's neck*
  • Audience Member: *eyes roll up*
  • Gamer: *screams like a baby*
  • *snakes slither under the closet door*
  • Gamer: *stumbles out of the closet and falls into hallway covered with snakes* Fuck me! Fuck me!
  • Gamer: *attempts to run away but falls beneath the snakes and into and empty void*
  • *agonized screaming echoes from all around*
  • Gamer: Am I in hell? I have to be in hell. You don't fall through a pool of snakes and wind up anywhere else but hell.
  • Dr. Phil: THERE IS NO HELL.
  • Gamer: Doc, is that you? If this isn't hell then where am I?
  • Dr. Phil: YOU'RE IN MY REALM SON. *Dr. Phil's face appears glowing in the distance, his eyes are empty sockets and his mouth hangs open*
  • Gamer: What the fuck are you?
  • Dr. Phil: I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • Gamer: You're not Dr. Phil!
  • Dr. Phil: I NEVER SAID I WAS, SON. *a wall of gray human bodies lights up surrounding Dr. Phil's massive head, dr. phil's giant snake body slithers towards the gamer and opens its third eye* I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • *the wall of bodies screams in unison as Dr. Phil devours the gamer*
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays loudly*
  • Dr. Phil: THE NEXT EPISODE IS STARTING. I'M LATE. *slithers into the wall of bodies and his snake body slowly transforms into a normal Dr. Phil's body*
  • Dr. Phil: *crawls onto the stage*
  • Dr. Phil: *dusts himself off* Woo, I went on quite an adventure.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: I'm glad we can all find some time in our lives to laugh, but today's episode is covering something that is most certainly not a laughing matter. It's one of the most serious addictions striking America today and it's rarely talked about. I'm talking about people who love to pee on their mattresses and then pay people exorbitant amounts of money to suck their disgusting mattresses clean.
  • Audience: ... *someone clears their throat*
  • Dr. Phil: What's the matter?
  • Cameraguy: Spsss, Doc. That's not what the episode is about. It's about people with terrible gambling issues.
  • Dr. Phil: Oh, ah, fuck! Cut to commercial!
  • Missy: Oh, don’t be disgusting, we’re Time Lords, not animals. Try, nano-brain, to rise above the reproductive frenzy of your noisy little food chain, and contemplate friendship. A friendship older than your civilization and infinitely more complex.
  • also Missy: I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you...He can be very mean sometimes. Except to me, of course, because he loves me so much.
  • also Missy: *makes out with Doctor against wall*
  • also Missy: My heart is maintained by the Doctor.
  • the Doctor: Two hearts.
  • also Missy: And both of them yours.
  • also Missy: Oh Clara, Clara, Clara. You know, I should shoot you in a jealous rage, now wouldn't that be sexy?
  • also Missy: Stop shouting, love....
  • also Missy: Ask me! Come on, you know you want to. You want to know what my plan is. You'll be surprised. I've got a gift for you. You know, I've been up and down your timeline, meeting all those silly people who died to keep you alive. And you know what I worked out? What you really need?...To know that you're just like me!
  • also Missy: I need you to know we're not so different. I need my friend back. Every battle, every war, every invasion. From now on, you decide the outcome.
  • also Missy: We can, we can go together [to Gallifrey], just you and me. Just like the old days.
  • Doctor: You'd be clapped in irons.
  • also Missy: If you like.
  • Clara: Since when do you care about the Doctor?
  • also Missy: Since always....
  • also Missy: Doctor, listen to me. I know traps. Traps are my flirting. This is a trap.
  • also Missy: Listen to that. The Doctor without hope. Nobody is safe now.
  • also Missy: The Doctor gave it to me when my daughter....
  • also Missy: *travels through a Dalek infested sewer and city in heels while keeping his pet safe* No. No, no, no, no. Doctor, what have you done? *runs towards danger to save the Doctor from his own stupidity*
  • also Missy: *laughs at the Doctor's sarcastic comeback like a schoolgirl with a massive crush*
  • also Missy: In a way, this is why I gave her to you in the first place. To make you see. The friend inside the enemy, the enemy inside the friend...Everyone's a bit of both, everyone's a hybrid.
  • also Missy: Please, I'll do anything. Just let me live...I'll be good, I promise. I'll turn, I'll turn good. Please. Teach me, teach me how to be good...I know I'm going to die. I have to say it, the truth. Without hope, without witness, without reward, I am your friend.
  • the Doctor: Of course she's not dead, she's a friend of mine. I may have fiddled with your wiring a little bit.
  • also Missy: *stays in Vault for decades even though she could escape at any time*
  • also Missy: C'est super. So, what have you got so far? *drapes herself across piano whilst encouraging the Doctor to puzzle out how to defeat the monks*
  • also Missy: *cries* ...You didn't tell me about this bit.
  • the Doctor: I'm sorry, but this is good.
  • also Missy: Okay.
  • also Missy: *peers shyly around console rotor*
  • also Missy: Sure, that's fine...But Doctor, please tell me, really. Are you alright?
  • also Missy: *cries* I don't even know why I'm crying. Why, why do I keep doing that now?
  • the Doctor: I don't know. Maybe you're trying to impress me.
  • also Missy: Yes. Probably some devious plan, that sounds about right.
  • the Doctor: Well the alternative would be much worse.
  • also Missy: Really?
  • the Doctor: The alternative is that this is for real and it's time for us to become friends again.
  • also Missy: Do you think so? *Takes step forward. The Doctor steps back, then tentatively takes Missy's hands in his own. Missy gasps in surprise.*
  • the Doctor: I don't know. That's the trouble with hope. It's hard to resist. *Lets go of Missy's hands and walks away.*

Rose x Ten, post GitF-au/fixit; angst, fluff, romance, more angst, and possibly some smut later, but this part (and all parts on ff.net) is sfw (minor exception for brief language).

(see the end of this part for notes and special thanks)

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Minuet, Part II

Part I | Part II | Part III

Twisting in his grasp, Rose cranes her neck to look at him, finally, and there he is, all furrowed brow and tight mouth and eyes glittering with anger, and god, if she wasn’t so irritated with him right now, she just might kiss him.

“That’s what you were going to do, isn’t it?” she asks instead.


Eyes widening, the Doctor only has a moment to let his mouth drop open in surprise before another gentleman steps in—time to change dance partners. Rose slips into position with the newcomer without so much as a blink or even a glance in the Doctor’s direction, never faltering in her rhythm; a quick peek at the Doctor moments later tells her that he has allowed himself to be swept up in the tide of dancers, sidling up to his new partner across the room.

Rose turns away, swirling in her partner’s arms, but she can feel the eyes of the Doctor boring into her. She shivers despite the summer heat.

“That’s beside the point,” he whispers when they meet again, touching palm-to-palm first with one hand, then the other. “I’m a Time Lord.”

“Really? First I’ve heard of it,” Rose replies drily.

“I’ve been doing this for a long time, Rose. A very long time. I understand the risks.”

Rose rolls her eyes. “And stupid apes don’t.”

At least the Doctor has the decency to flinch at those words. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“Of course it is,” Rose sighs, and they both step back, granting a berth for other dancers to flit gracefully between them. “After all,” Rose continues when they reconnect, hands clasped, “I’m hardly one of the most accomplished women who ever lived, am I?”

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realize o2 [namjoon & you]

Summary: After a tiny argument over not wanting to go home until everything is perfect, Namjoon snaps. He pretty much offended you about your fashion style and duty of work. You didn’t let it bother you so much, but just staying in silence had Namjoon taking off and saying it’s over. The two of you didn’t speak, call, or even look at each other for a while.

Little did he know that you had a secret hidden from him.

part one , part three

Originally posted by toomuchjams

part one

After speaking with the nurses when entering inside the hospital, Namjoon was led to your room. Seeing your unconscious condition, Namjoon bit his bottom lip as he tried holding back his tears.

“W-w-what’s wrong with her?” Namjoon asks the nurse.

“Actually, I can ask the doctor who cared for her,” the nurse replies and Namjoon nods his head.

Walking towards the sleeping you, many questions ran inside his head. Why is she in this state? Does she have cancer? Is she going to die? Namjoon shook the thoughts out and tries to not think of the negativity. Instead, he reaches his hand out to touch and hold your pale ones.

“Love…” Namjoon’s voice trembled when he calls out to the unconscious you in front of him.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could I request an imagine with McCree where his future s/o (crush) is really sweet and oblivious, and after failing to get it across to her that he likes her, he just settles for enjoying her company for the time being? Maybe they're just sitting around outside or something and enjoying the sunshine? Like the OW crew is having a picnic or something? Btw, I'm so glad to see another ow x reader blog! You seem really nice and I can't wait to read more of your stuff! ^.^

For Now

Originally posted by tevruden

Something soft, I hope. 

Next up is Lucio or Junkrat. 

Requests are open here

It had originally been Mei’s idea.

A nice outing to enjoy the luxurious nature that surrounded the old Gibraltar base. It was just a small get together with the crew as each of them took time off from constant missons. Chatter and laughter filled the brisk air as members began to appear, loitering around together for the festivities.

McCree watched as you ran back and forth, a warm smile gracing his features. On one side you assisted Mei in setting up the food and on the other Winston in setting up the tables and blankets. You hair is messy and you frantically adhered to both of their requests, trying to do all the jobs at once.

Jesse chuckles a bit while shaking his head before making his way towards you. He jogs the way, the flaps of his sandals kicking back sand at his calves. The look on concentration and dedication as you carried around what was asked of you. In its own right, and maybe slightly out of context, he found it very attractive. He shakes those thoughts out of his head. Returning his gaze to you, he notes how even with a sweaty face, you are as much as eye candy as ever.

McCree frowns to himself knowing how hard he’s fallen for you.

Sweet, caring and oh-so-oblivious you.

“Oh hey, Jesse!” You smile, pulling the cowboy out of his thoughts. “Waiting for the horseshoe toss to start up?” He laughs, reaching for the table you carry with one hand and a large container of food with the other.

He shakes his head, “Nah, just wanted to help ya out.”

You protest as he grabs then effortless from your hands. “No, no! Take a break and enjoy the festivities!” You step in his way, hands raised to take back the objects but he declines with a light step around you.

“Can’t really do that when the person I wanna enjoy them with is busy.” He says matter-of-factly from over his shoulder. The cowboy makes his way towards area where the tables and food are designated under a few umbrellas. You trail closely, helping him set us as soon as you reach the lounging area. The umbrella does nothing to shield you as the sun bears down and you squint to look around, confused as to who he means.

“Oh? Who is it?”

He shakes his head with a small smile. “Don’t you go and worry ‘bout it, Sunshine.” He places the table down, setting it up with ease before placing the food on it.


You’re cut short when he places his hat on your head. “For the sun.” He explains tossing you a wink. There’s a sudden heat to your face as you laugh it off. He was always one for being silly with you.

It sure is hot today.

“Thanks Jesse.” You smile at him as you adjust the hat up top your head before striking an exaggerated pose. “How does it look?”

He lets out a mighty laugh, content to see you in his infamous hat looking godly in the sunlight. However, before he can answer you hear Mei call out your name asking for your assistance once more.

Jesse’s face falls a bit brokenheartedly but assures you when you turn to apologize. “Go,” He motions. “If you need any help you know where to find me.” You smile, placing a hand on his shoulder before setting off to see what needs to be done.

It’s much later in the evening that you are told everything is set and you’re finally free to wander around. You lift Jesse’s hat of your head to wipe your brow. A sense of happiness and relief that everyone seems to be having fun and your help isn’t needed anymore. Immediately you set out to find McCree. Though, it doesn’t take you long having spotted him and Genji who seem to be in a conversation with the doctor about something trivial.

“Okay, Doc give it to me straight.” The cowboy says with a serious tone. “My arm is way cooler than Genji.” The cyborg breaks out into laughter as the doctor sighs. You smile at the group as you make your approach.

“I’m good to start having fun.” You announce with enthusiasm. The trio smile before McCree lifts himself on his feet to excuse the both of you.

“I expect an answer, Angie.” He says dusting off sand from his shorts. The doctor shakes her head looking at you.

“Please take him.” She says playfully. “He’s been so fussy.”

“Oh, don’t be like that.” McCree shurgs, turning his attention to you. “Come on now, I got something I wanna show ya.” He motions for your hand, taking it in his large one. He pulls you along while you have a curt goodbye to the doctor and the ninja at her side. Both returning it with look of amusement on their faces.

Jeese walks you past the intended area for the Overwatch day out and over a bed of rocks. Reminding you at every stepping stone to be careful and cautious lest you fall. You giggle at his fretfulness knowing his good intention.

“You look real good today by the way.” He compliments, the sound of crashing waves filling up the quiet while you walk.

“Really?” You feign a pondering expression. “I think it’s the hat.”

He laughs, “Nice to see you finally relaxin’”

“It’s been a day.” You remark, watching him take a seat on the blanket laid out.  He motions you to join him and you do so shortly after. You note there’s a basket by his side as he pulls out a cool beer out for himself.

There’s a warmth in your chest as you come to realize he’s prepared somewhat of a panic for the two of you. However, it is soon replaced by a cold sensation on your arm. You yelp when Jesse wiggles a bottle of water in your field of vision for you to take.

“Jesse!” You yelp, taking it none to gently. Uncapping it the instant it’s in your hands. The sun has yet to set and but you can already smell the cook out being brought made by Torbjörn and Reinhardt.

“Sorry, thought it be funny.” McCree chuckles moving to sit close to you. His shoulder touching yours and the metal of his arm grazing your side.“Mind if i?” He motions to your shoulder and you shake your head.

“Go ahead.” He moves to lean his head on your shoulder. His hair ticking the skin of your shoulder and back while you both admire the calm of the landscape. Not so far in the distance you can hear the cheerful laughter of Lena and a few of the others as well as splashing. You can only imagine what kind of fuss they will get themselves into.

“Thanks for helping me today, Jesse.” You mutter, resting your head on his. His hair is soft, you note, and tickling your skin as it moves with the breeze. “You always seem to help me out so often.”

He pats your back gently, rubbing circles with pads of his fingers. “Cause I care about you, Sunshine.” There’s a bit of a pause before he adds. “A lot actually.”

His heart is thumping, he feels your silence is thick within the air unsure if he’s crossed a boundary. Though, you are left flushed and confused. You don’t know how to reply but your body has eased notably into the man who holds you. His arm has snaked to the other side of you without you noticing. You smile.  The contact is nice as it is affectionate. You had liked that he was always affectionate.

“Yeah, you’re a really good friend.”

McCree decides not to correct you. Having his most of his flirtations never ignored but gone unanswered. He knows it’s possible you don’t like him as much as he likes you but for the meantime, for now, he settles for your company and the simple affection you give him. For the unending love and support you prove him and the strong friendship you share no matter the circumstance. You’ve always had his back be it as a friend or not. It shouldn’t matter what title there was between you.

Another day, he reassures himself with a relaxed smile. I’ll tell them another day.

For now, he concludes with his head on your shoulder, sitting by your side while watching the waves, enjoying the sunshine and your presence is enough for him.

Only You

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Summary: You and Castiels friendship becomes complicated.

Warnings: Angst, character death

A/N: This kind of hurt to write. I was listening to “Only You” by Selena Gomez (not my usual style, but whatevs) after watching 13 Reasons Why and this oneshot just kind of happened. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you’d like to be added to my master tag list, send me an ask or DM.


Castiel smiled as he watched you giggle and the story Sam was telling about the first time he and Dean hustled pool.

Your smile, your laugh, your entire being made Castiels heart flutter. He had been aware of the idea of love for his entire existence, but this was the first time he really felt it. Too bad he was an angel and angels were never supposed to fall in love.

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anonymous asked:

I'm so upset by what happened during Game 3 that I cannot think of anything other than the hit and how Sid should feel. Could you write something cute about how Geno takes care of Sid after Game 3?

Hey Anon, thanks for your patience, I know this took a while. This is…sort of maybe following your prompt?

standing right there next to you

Zhenya isn’t sure what possessed him to follow Sid home. He’s seen Sid hurt before. He’s seen him spit blood and teeth onto the ice.  He’s seen him walk down the tunnel limping. He’s seen him on his knees in front of a toilet, puking his guts out due to post concussion syndrome.

It’s just…something about tonight has snapped the last frayed nerve Zhenya has in regard to watching Sid get hurt. He’d skated over, stomach heavy and sick, as the trainers had gotten Sid up because he couldn’t get up on his own at first. And he’d felt an impotent rage rise up in himself. He’s no stranger to rage, to anger, to the desire to make an entire team pay for the cruelty they mete out on Sid, night after night after night. Just because the of how beautifully and perfectly he plays.  

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Moving On ( Joe Sugg )

The room was filled with silence. No one really knew what to say. It had all happened so quickly.
Joe didn’t know what to do. One minute, 
Y/N was by his side, helping him plan the next prank on Caspar, then the next minute, she was laying in a coffin surrounded by her closest friends.
The doctors said they did everything that they could, but the medicine she had taken was too much, her heart had shut down, along with the rest of her vital organs.
He should’ve seen the signs, he hated himself for it now, it was all so clear. If only he had paid more attention, he could’ve saved her.
Jack and Conor stood over to the side of the room, tears flowing down his cheeks onto Conor’s shaking shoulders. The Maynard brothers had taken it the hardest, who had known Y/N since birth. It had really taken a toll on them.
Her parents sat beside the brothers, Y/N’s baby sister sitting in her mother’s lap. Lizzie is what they called her, Y/N had only met her once before, when she was first born.
“I promise to take care of you Liz, I’m gonna be your big sister.” She had said, letting the child grip onto her finger.
That wasn’t the case, it seemed.
Joe sighed, slumping back in his chair. He couldn’t cry anymore, he was drained. He had spent the first week after her death crying, beating himself up over not being able to save her.
“She wouldn’t want you to be sad, Joe…” Zoë had said when he refused to eat or sleep after her death.
He turned to face Zoë, her makeup running from the silent tears the fell down her face.
“Why her?” He asked quietly, his voice scratchy and raw. Zoë let out a heavy sigh, patting at her eyes with her sleeve.
“I don’t know Joe…” She replied, taking in a sharp breath. Joe nodded, casting his gaze downwards.
He closed his eyes, the sight of Y/N’s body laying there on the hard tile floor, an empty pill bottle in her hand was still fresh in his mind.
After the doctors told him the news, he had fainted. When he woke, he prayed to whatever God that would listen that it was just a dream, that she wasn’t really dead.
It wasn’t a dream.
He cried that night. He screamed and cried and broke whatever he could that night. He screamed until his vocal cords burned in pain and he cried until his eyes stung and he couldn’t stay awake longer.
He began to drown his sorrows in alcohol, and he was never a heavy drinker before that incident. He didn’t upload or record videos. He was drained of life.
He didn’t want to live anymore.
What he regretted most though, was that he never said he loved her.
He had been planning a grand way to ask her out, something horrendously romantic, he was gonna ask her out the day she…the day she did it.
“Why?” He whispered out. To who, he didn’t know. What he meant by it, he also didn’t know.
Why did she have to leave him so soon?
Why did she want to leave?
Why did she kill herself?
He stood up and went towards the coffin, where she laid, her eyes closed, never to open again. He had to say one last goodbye.
“Y/N…..I miss you so much…I….why? Why did you leave….? I…I love you….I…i just needed to say that….” He felt pathetic, talking to the corpse. She couldn’t hear him, she wasn’t going to reply.
He sat back down beside Zöe, who looked at him with pity in her eyes.
“Please don’t cry Joe….she wouldn’t have wanted you to cry over her.” He brought his hand up to his eye to wipe away the tears.
Huh, he hadn’t noticed he was crying.
He hadn’t attended the funeral, he couldn’t. It would mean he would have to come to terms with the fact that she’s dead, and isn’t gonna come back. He couldn’t do that.
Instead he sat at home, wondering around like a zombie, his mind blurry.
Probably from the alcohol, he thought bitterly. He stumbled back into the kitchen area, grabbing a bottle of gin. He barely noticed the stinging sensation as it flowed through his throat. He drank the rest of the bottle, before slamming onto the table. Shards of broken glass flew out and hit him, forming gashes along his arms.
Whatever, he thought. They’ll heal.

He was aware this was slowly killing him. The next month was torture. Zoë and the boys came around often to make sure he was eating and still functioning. He was, but barely.
Zoë noticed the heavy bags under his eyes, proving he hadn’t slept in awhile.
“Joe?” She asked one day when she was over, watching as he lazily looked up at her, as if it took all of his strength to do that simple movement.
“When was the last time you slept?” She asked worriedly, now that she really looked, he looked absolutely exhausted.
“6 days ago…? Oh wait..no….maybe two weeks ago? I don’t know…” His voice was deep and raw, Zoë gasped.
“Joe! Oh my gosh! You need to get some rest! That’s not healthy!” She pleaded, grabbing his hand. She recoiled in horror, his hands were freezing and bony, like he had no meat to his figure at all. Her brother had always been skinny, but never this skinny. The was deathly skinny.
“Why should it matter? I have not a reason to live…” He whispered, for his voice could not handle much more.
“Yes you do Joe! Please…sleep for me…? I’ll prepare something to eat, just please try and rest….” Zoë whispered, stroking her younger brother’s cheek. It was so hallow.
She dreaded asking the question but she did.
“When was the last time you ate anything?”
He looked at her and sighed, running his bony fingers through his greasy hair.
“Last time Jack and Conor came over….” He muttered, refusing to make clear eye contact.
Zoë counted in her head, that was 3 weeks ago.
“Oh my gosh, Joe! You could die! I’m going to make some soup then I’m taking you to the hospital, this can’t go on.” Joe shook his head vigorously.
“No Zoë, I’m fine. I don’t need to go to the doctors, I’m fine.” He insisted, gasping at the pain as he sat up quickly. His stomach ached horribly. Maybe he was hungry.
“Well will you try and eat something if I make it?” She asked, placing her hand on his thigh.
He nodded his head and laid down, sighing. He was thankful for Zoë, especially with how big of a mess he was at the moment.
He had eaten, the soup warming his insides pleasantly. Zoë had watched him eat, her mind busy.
Was Joe gonna be okay without her by his side? Was he gonna eat or sleep?
“Excuse me, Joe…I’ll be right back….”
She ran towards the bathroom and sat down on the floor, pulling out her phone.
“Yeah?” Alfie’s voice was soothing for her.
“Um…I’m gonna be staying here with Joe for a little while. He’s not doing too great.”
“Is he okay?!” Alfie sounded worried as he asked about his friend.
“Yeah, at least I hope so. He just…he hasn’t eaten in about 3 weeks. I made him eat some soup, but I’m worried about him. I’m gonna stay here for a few more days to try and settle him down.” She replied, running her fingers through his hair.
“Okay, well…Do what you think is right….and Zo? Please tell Joe to keep himself safe, for me.” Zoë nodded and hung up, taking in a deep breath.
She walked back up the stairs and smiled as she saw Joe standing over the pot of boiling soup, ladling some more into his bowl.
“S-sorry…I was kinda still hungry….” He muttered, putting the lid back onto the bowl.
“It’s fine Joe! Have as much as you want!” She smiled, walking over to him. He gave her a small smile and begin to sip away at the soup. A peaceful silence fell over them until Zoë glanced at Joe, who had finished the bowl.
“Whoa! What’s gotten you so cheery? Jack told me you hadn’t finished a full thing of food since before…it happened…” Zoë looked shocked at her brother, who sighed.
“I just….Y/N wouldn’t want me to suffer over her forever. It’s time for me to move on. I still love her with all my heart…But I must move on.”
Zoë smiled at her brother, engulfing him in a hug.
“I’m so glad you’re saying that.”
“I’m gonna try and move on. For her.”

BTS Reaction: Their S/O has to go to a specialist doctor because she's been in pain and she's scared about it.
  • No computer = no gifs I'm sorrryy. I hope you still like it and I wish the anon who requested this the best! Enjoyy💜💜
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  • Kim Seokjin/Jin:
  • At first he'd think you're just tired and having a random pain, nothing special. It changed when you told you him you'd been in pain for quite some time now and needed to go to a doctor.
  • Jin: Why didn't you tell me? I could've taken care of you.
  • You: I didn't want to worry you, you're busy-
  • Jin: and you think you're health isn't important?
  • Jin: Let me take care of you when you need it. I love you, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I didn't take care of you?
  • Jin: Let's set up an appointment with the doctor and see what's going on. Whatever happens I'll always take care of you, princess. –He hugs you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and his chin atop of your head–
  • Suga/Min Yoongi:
  • He noticed you'd been in pain for a bit but decided you'd be okay the next day or something but when he saw it wasn't he asked you if you were okay or if you needed a doctor.
  • You: I'm scared, what if I'm not okay? It's been like this for so long and I'm worried I'll be very sick.
  • Yoongi: You don't know anything right now, Y/n. Calm down. Wait till we hear a doctor alright?
  • You: I can't. It's..
  • Yoongi: Baby, Just breathe. Everything will be okay whether you're sick or not. I'll be there, I'll be there to help you and support you.
  • You: Thank you so much, What would I do without you?
  • Yoongi: Panic. -He smiles a little and wraps one arm around your shoulders-
  • J-Hope/Jung Hoseok:
  • He'd be extremely, overly worried about your health. He'd cut off any doubt you had about being okay because he couldn't handle the fact of you may be extremely sick.
  • You: Hoseok, please listen. We have to consider what could be wrong with me.
  • Hobi: No, I refuse. I refuse to listen.
  • You: You're so childish.
  • Hobi: I am. I will be. I want to hear it from the doctor if you're well or not, okay? Understand that I can't handle knowing that you might seriously be unhealthy when I want to believe that you'll be just fine. Just fine.
  • You: Hobi.. I'm so sorry.
  • Hobi: I'm sorry too. Let's not talk about this. Let's watch Disney, sound fine kitten?
  • Hobi: Maybe it'll make you relax and forget some of this for a little.
  • Hobi: I hope you know I want the best for you. I love you and you'll be okay. You'll be fine, it'll just be something small. Believe that.
  • Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:
  • You guys told eachother everything. There was hardly any secrets between you guys. So you told him what was going on and he listened carefully.
  • RM: First thing I want you to know is don't be scared. We don't know anything about what's happening and we can't just make assumptions.
  • You: But there's so many what ifs..
  • RM: Stop, those are the reason you get scared. They are just what ifs.
  • You: There could be something actually wrong with me.
  • RM: You don't know that nor do I. First let's get this checked out. You might just be in pain and need medicine simple as that. You might be extremely sick and need more care but you'll get better and we'll work together.
  • You: and if I'm not able to get better?
  • RM: Stop it, Y/n. We. Don't. Know. Yet. And I hope that's not the case. Let's look at this situation neutrally. Alright?
  • You: Alright?
  • RM: Don't be too scared. I'll be there with you, honey.
  • Park Jimin:
  • Once he knows he'd be making sure to talk to you, to ask you how you are and wait till your doctors appointment.
  • You: Do you think there's something wrong with me?
  • Jimin: No
  • You: Are you sure?
  • Jimin: Yes
  • You: I could be-
  • Jimin: Y/n stop. Please just be quiet, stop thinking these things. You'll be fine. You have to be fine.
  • You: Are you okay?
  • Jimin: I'm afraid. I don't want you to.. I don't want to lose you like this. I want to do so many things with you and I don't want our time shortened. So please, please stop.
  • You: I'm sorry.
  • Jimin: I know you're scared too. Just express your fear differently. I'll comfort you however I can, gorgeous.
  • V/Kim Taehyung:
  • As he figures out this information he takes care of you every second he can. Super worried but tries not to show it because he wants you to feel safe.
  • You: Taehyung calm down. You don't have to do all this for me.
  • Tae: Aren't you in pain?
  • You: Yes but I feel like you need rest too.
  • Tae: No, I don't. I want to take care of you so let me. Until that appointment comes I'm caring for you.
  • You: What do you think is wrong with me?
  • Tae: I hope there's nothing wrong. I want you to be healthy.
  • You: and if I'm not healthy?
  • Tae: I'll still love and care for you, beautiful. But I believe you'll be fine. You will be okay, nothing will be wrong, and we'll be happy as always.
  • You: Come cuddle with me.
  • Tae: -He gladly agrees and you guys stay in a blanket cuddling and him caring for you hoping you'll be alright-
  • Jeon Jungkook:
  • He'd listen seriously to your explanation, that you have been in pain for awhile now and need a doctors appointment. You even told him how you were scared of what was going to happen.
  • JK: We really don't know anything until we go to that appointment. Let's not worry too much until we have information.
  • You: Are you sure?
  • JK: Yes, I'll care for you until then. You'll be just fine Y/n. I'll kiss it better.
  • You: You're so cheesy.
  • JK: Did I make you smile though? You'll have the golden maknae power to heal you and give you luck.
  • You: You're so cute.
  • JK: I'm not you are. You're an adorable Y/n who will be okay. You will be safe and healthy with me, alright doll?
A Thousand Years

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Iwaizumi/Oikawa

Words: 2083

Dedicated to: Vika, because you’re the main source of all the angsty headcanons and you brought that on yourself with all the sad music you’ve given me. Always here to brighten your evening. 

A/N: inspired at midnight by Christina Perri’s A Thousand Years. I’ve definitely listened too much to this song, but it’s so atmospheric I just can’t help myself, not really. This one is kind of angsty, I guess? Read while listening to the song for the best impact. Sorry for shitty formatting and possible typos, it’s like 3 am over here. The idea just struck me down and I’m trying to drag everyone with me, senpai being the first in line. I’m going to make a full-sized fic out of this once, or even a series. But for now, enjoy!

Oikawa puts the disk into the DVDs with a robotic movement, his hands shaking nevertheless. He turns the program on, quickly clicking the necessary settings. His fingers feel cold and numb, his chest empty, as if his heart was ripped out of it, leaving a huge hole, not meant to be mended.

Am I really going to do this?

He knows that he is, he doesn’t have any choice. Oikawa’s mind refuses to acknowledge it, though. Denies the fact that the disk is already in the player, that the program is about to open and the video is about to load, headphones on his head. It can’t be, and yet it is. His heart misses a beat, as if mocking him cruelly.

Who would’ve thought it’d end up this way, huh? 

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Doctor AU

Here’s my first writing piece!

The Hamilton Lams angsty Doctor AU that no one asked for

Warnings for: vomit, swearing, mentions of abuse

God, Laurens thought, there’s more people than I thought.

The young man was sitting on a stool under a tent in country in Africa, the specific one lost in the buzz of his mind. He was handing out sugar cubes laced with the polio vaccine to children, along with his co-workers, Hercules Mulligan and the Marquis de Lafayette.

There was Thomas Jefferson and James Madison too, but they didn’t count.

All the men were from the Kings Hospital, which was in America and owned by a man who handled their money very loosely. George the III. The manager, who was also named George, took care of most of the actual medical care.

Laurens was humming a catchy tune that Lafayette had taught them on the car ride here, them all sitting in the back of a creaky pick up truck. Thomas had grumbled, but Laurens heard him whisper the lyrics once or twice under his breath.

“Petite John, you are getting lost in your thoughts.”

“Ah, sorry Laf.”

“‘Tis fine.” Lafayette turned back to the children lining up at his desk. “Alright, little ones, grab one sugar cube, just one, and pop it in your mouth- there you go! Tastes yummy, doesn’t it?” A bunch of heads nodded.

Laurens laughed, then turned back to his kids. “Ok, did you see what they did?” He asked them, pointing to the other children. Most of them shook their heads. Laurens smiled. “Well, you take one of these sugar cubes, and,” he pretended to put one in his mouth, “eat it!” The children giggled, and they all did exactly what John did, all tossing the sugar into their mouths.

They walked away from Johns stand with many 'thank you’s from the parents. John turned in his seat to see a soft smirk on Jeffersons lips. No matter what the Virginian said, he had a soft spot for children. They all did.

Three hours later, on one of John’s breaks, he walked up to Jefferson, who had his back turned to him. He tapped his shoulder, and when he turned around, he smiled politely.

“Jefferson, can you go find Alex for me?”

“No. I’m not finding that prick. Find him yourself.”

“But I’ll get lost.”

“No you won’t.”

“Yeah- huh.” Thomas let out an irritated sigh.

“Fine. I’ll go find him. But only once.” John bounced on his heels.

“Thanks! He’s probably in his tent, or Washington’s.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Jefferson walked away, grumbling under his breath. James started to go with him, but Thomas shook his head. James slowly sank back down into his seat.

After finding nothing in Washington’s tent, Thomas walked briskly to Alex’s tent. The African sun beat unrelentlessly down on him, his water canteen hitting his thigh repeatedly.

He finally arrived at Alex’s tent, and he stood outside, leaning on the side of the tent.

“Hey, Hamilton, John wants you.” No reply. “Hamilton.” The tent remained silent.

Suspicious, Thomas pushed the heavy tent material back, opening the flap. He peeked in.

“Hamilton-” His heart jumped in his throat.

The younger was lying on his side on the ground, his dark hair matted and covering his face. His doctors coat was half on, as if he was trying to take it off.

Thomas hesitantly walked toward the still figure, debating whether or not he should touch him with his toe. His angel won.

He instead knelt down behind Hamilton, placing a hand on his shoulder and turning him so he lay partially in his lap. His tan face was sweaty, and his forehead was hot. Too hot.

“Kid, Hamilton, you gotta wake up.” He shook his shoulder. “Kid,”

Hamilton’s eyes shot open, and he lurched to get off of Jefferson. At first, Thomas was insulted, but he became grateful when he learned that Hamilton had flown off him so that he wouldn’t throw up on him.

Hamilton was gagging, clear vomit coming up. It was clear he hadn’t eaten in a while. He was on his knees, a few feet away from Jefferson, his hands bracing himself as he kept lurching forward as his body spasmed.

“Kid, what’s wrong?” Thomas was a bit worried now. Just a tiny bit. But it still ate away at him, that small reminder that he might care for the tiny spitfire.

Hamilton was trembling, his arms threatening to give out. If they did, he’d end up face first in his mess. Thomas crawled toward Hamilton, landing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He flinched, but didn’t shy away.

“Alexander, listen to me.” Thomas said, trying to sound soothing. Alexander turned toward him, his eyes horribly dilated. There was barely any brown, only black. He was panting.


“No, Alexander, I’m Thomas. I’m going to bring you to a medical tent, okay?”

“No-” Alexander’s head rolled away from Jefferson. “I’m- I’m okay.”

“Kid, you haven’t eaten in God knows how long, you just threw up probably all you’ve been running on, and I walked in on you passed out on the floor. You’re not fine. At all.”

“I’ll be- a waste of medicine.”

“Eh, not really, kid. You probably have heatstroke.” Thomas tried to joke around. Alexander opened his mouth to say something, but ended up puking instead. He then pitched backwards into a -more than unwilling-Thomas.

“Alexander!” He yelled. Panic washed over him in waves now. “Alex, can you hear me? Alex, Alex!”

He scooped up the Latino boy, his small form ever smaller in Thomas’s muscular arms. He started running, Alex’s head bouncing on his arm.

Alex started coughing. Afraid that he was going to vomit again, Thomas nearly stopped, but he kept running faster and faster as Alex’s coughs quieted. His eyes were barely open, but he could see, in his heat-addled mind, that Thomas Jefferson, his enemy, a man he loathed ever since they met, was carrying him.

Thomas’s dark skin shone in the sun, his hair bouncing as he ran. Alex found this extremely silly, so he started laughing.

“Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy Thomas!” He sang, giggling hysterically to himself. “Thomas’s hair goes boing!”

“Quiet, kid.” Thomas growled, changing his direction. Fearing that Thomas was going to leave him, Alex started pouting.

“Please don’t leave me alone, Bouncy Thomas…” He begged quietly. “I’ll be a good boy, I promise.” Thomas sighed above him.

“I’m not leaving you, Alex.”

“Yay~” the delirious Alexander sang. “Bouncy Thomas is so nice, he’s not leaving naughty, little Alex~”

Thomas was very scared now. He needed to get Alex to a hospital, or, better yet, the Schuyler Sisters.

“Alex?” A dizzy sounding hum answered his question. “Can you sing the ABC’s please?”

“Un deux trois-”

“No, Alex, the alphabet.”

“Ey, bee, see, Dee, ee, eff, gee, ehch, eye, jay, kay, ell, em, en, oh, pee~”

“Good job, Alex.” They were at the Schuyler’s tent.

“I’m not done, silly-”

“Yes, you are, Alex. Angelica and Eliza are going to take care of you now.”

“Mm, okay~ pretty, pretty siblings, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy!”

An Latina opened the flap of the tent. “I heard my name.” Their eyes then landed on Alex. “Oh, shit. Eliza! Alex looks like complete crap.”

A young, half-Chinese woman stood from where she was kneeling and walked over to the small congregation. One look at Alexander, and her usual gentle face hardened.

“Oh, crap. Here, I’ll take him.” She said, holding her arms out to take in her former boyfriend. Once Thomas placed Alex in her arms, she carried him over to a cot and placed him on it, starting to take vital checks.

“Damn, Eliza, you’re strong!” Peggy admired. Eliza rolled her eyes.

“Pegs, you’re my sibling. You’ve seen me pick up heavier things. Besides, Alex is really light.” Her eyes filled with pain as she looked at him, like a mother to a sick child. “I don’t want to know when he’s last eaten…”

Thomas had been standing awkwardly in the tent entrance, his eyes darting around the medical tent. He started to scoot out, meaning to search out John. A small clearing of a throat followed him on the way out.

Maria Reynolds, a girl who was a patient after dealing with an abusive boyfriend and was now Eliza’s girlfriend, sat in the back, her thick, curly brown hair pulled into a low bun. She was typing on a computer rapidly. Her bottom lip was pulled in between her teeth, her red lipstick being nibbled off.

Eliza looked at her Latina girlfriend. “Maria?” The girl in question jumped, her computer screen bouncing on her lap. She looked up at Eliza.

“Yes, babe?” Her voice was smooth and throaty. It was nice to listen to.

“Can you hand me the stethoscope and thermometer, please?” Maria nodded, starting to stand up. She wore long sleeves, to cover the effects of abuse. She grabbed the two medical tools and handed them to Eliza, sneaking in a kiss to the top of Eliza’s black hair, which was in a ponytail.

Eliza smiled in thanks, placed the earbuds from the stethoscope in her ears, and continued with Alex’s check up. At some point, he had gone back to sleep. Eliza knew she should wake him up, but she hadn’t found anything relating to a deadly disease yet, so she let him sleep.

Ten minutes later, Eliza sighed in relief. Peggy and Maria looked at her, their similar brown eyes sharing a question.

“Alex is fine.” Other sighs of relief. A quiet 'thank god’ from Angelica, who had walked in about three minutes after Jefferson left. Eliza continued talking. “But, by 'fine’ I mean not dying of malaria. He’s sleep deprived and malnourished, along with being dehydrated. He’s going to be spending a few days in here.” The tent door flew open.

“Alexander?!” John shrieked, looking wildly at the four people in the tent. “Is he okay?” Eliza stood and walked toward him, placing a gentle hand on his bicep.

“Alex isn’t dying, I can tell you that much.” She said, Maria crawling over to sit by Alex’s bedside. John felt protectiveness swell up in his chest, but squashed it down as he reminded himself of Maria’s story.

Alex was the one she grew closest too, other than Eliza. Alex was the one who actually went and punched James Reynolds before they called the police on him.

“What do you mean, 'he’s not dying, I can tell you that much?’” John repeated slowly, swallowing a lump in his throat. Eliza let out a huff of air, her almond shaped eyes closing. She opened them again as she answered.

“John, he’s dehydrated, malnourished, and sleep deprived. We’re going to have to keep a close eye on him.” John let out a shaky breath, his eyes filling with tears.

The freckled faced man slowly headed his way toward the bed where his Puerto-Rican boyfriend lay, kneeling by Maria and taking Alexander’s hand.

He started rubbing circles on the back of Alex’s hand, his fingers shaking despite his tries to make them still. Maria placed her hand on his shoulder, rubbing soothingly. John smiled, his eyes watery.

“Please be okay, Alex,” he whispered. “Please.”


“Good job Alex, you ate a full meal!” Angelica cheered, three weeks after Alex had first collapsed.

“And got a full nights rest!”
Peggy added, giving him a thumbs up as Alexander’s phone ping'ed.

He opened the text message Peggy had sent him, smiling at the old meme they had sent him. It was a running joke that, whenever someone reached a goal, they would send the person a meme that was so outdated it was funny.

“Thanks, Pegs.” He giggled. They smiled.

“No problem.”

“Alexander, son, I’m glad you’re better.” George. After he had learned that Alex had collapsed, he had run to the medical tent in a tizzy, completely abandoning his usual calm and collected aura.

Maria was in the background again, smiling at the excitement permeating the room. Eliza was sitting beside her, looking over her shoulder at what Maria was working on.

“Guys, really, you’re kinda making a big deal about this.”

“It is a big deal, petit lion.” Lafayette’s smooth French accent filled the tent.

“Yeah, Alex, we were worried.” Hercules muttered, his hand enlaced with Lafayette’s. John, who was sitting by Alexander, nodded.

Angelica started to walk outside, calling over her shoulder, “Well, I’m going back to the kids. Let’s hope all of our sugar isn’t gone.” Several people laughed, and others stood to follow her out. Thomas, who was sitting beside Madison, waved to Alex before he walked outside. James smiled politely at them before following suite.

It was a new day.



I don’t know why, but Peggy having them/they pronouns really makes me happy

Please tell me if I messed up on the they/them pronouns, I don’t want to offend anyone!

I was thinking of making this Jamilton but then I was like nah

No Aaron I’m sorry

I honestly love Maria I think she is a cinnamon roll and pairing her up with Eliza is honestly the sweetest thing I love Marliza so much

Hope you enjoy !!

Reasons why I’m in love with Ardyn Izunia

Okay I needed to do this because of reasons

1. He’s majestic af

Did you see the way he moves? Did you hear the way he talks? He is so regal and at the same time he’s this kind of “jester” type of character. He is extremely versatile and can go from memelord to daddy in 0,001 seconds. And he does it so well.

2. His style

Again. The way he moves and the way his clothes and hair both sway along… So dreamy. His garments are so over the top and the way he just puts his hand on his hip while standing around, he’s so extra. Also, his haircolour is my fetish. And when he pulls out that umbrella, hoo boy. Yes please.

3. His voice

Do I really have to say anything here? His voice is absolutely GORGEOUS and I’m saying a big thanks to his voice actors, because he sounds good in literally every language. (Even in German and I usually don’t like German dubs, because they all sound a bit artificial to me)

4. His car


5. His story

This might be a bit of a long point so I’ll try to keep it short. I love his tragic backstory. I’m a whore for tragic backstories and his hit me right in da kokoro. I have already made a post on how he has done nothing wrong, because basically everyone betrayed him. If I was him I’d want revenge too, especially if I had millennia to plan it. But it’s the little lines that hurt me the most. Like “I have lived in darkness for AGES!” and being erased from history once more. You can really see that he suffered all this time and I just want to give him a hug and be there for him (although I know he is full of demons and there is probably only a very small part of the former him left but hey).

And in the end he got all he wanted. It went all according to his plan. 

Ugh. I love him. 

There are of course more reasons, like, he’s super mischievous and nails it, his face when he gets all demon-y (!!!), his fedora, his ability to shift time (Doctor Who reference? Fedora and scarf anyone?), his fucking chuckle, okay you know what his entire character seems tailor-made for me and I’m just so happy we got him. Thank you, Square Enix. 


Family (Pack Mom 6) | Derek Hale Imagine (ft. Liam Dunbar)

request ; it was hella long but i will be including everything in it, so to sum it all up, part six is basically where y/n goes into labor, and it’s super fucking cute. 

word count ; 1688

warnings ; labor?? having babies?? i’m gonna apologize in advance, i know nothing about what contractions feel like. only that they’re painful. i had to look it up lmfao.

a/n ; i feel like maybe this could be the concluding part to this series? i’m not sure, i feel like it would be right to end it here. i really do love this series, and i’d be more than happy to continue it, but i wouldn’t really mind if it ended here. thank you all for your support and wonderful comments. i love you. xx 


The pack meeting was running smoothly so far, Derek sitting behind you and rubbing your aching back comfortingly. You were already five days over your due date, yet the baby you were currently carrying didn’t even seem to want to come out. You were constantly asking Derek to check on the baby’s heartbeat, to reassure yourself that everything was fine, and that your little one was just being a bit difficult. 

Scott, noticing your discomfort, stopped talking and patted your shoulder. “Hang in there, Y/N. The baby will come when they went to, I’m sure they’ll be here in a day or two,” he said, giving your hand a squeeze and smiling. You smiled back, but you were still fed up with being pregnant. 

“Thank you, Scott, I know it won’t be that long now. But seriously, I want this baby out. I’m tired and uncomfortable and I have to pee literally all the time, and I want my baby -” Your rant cut off abruptly, your hand flying to your stomach as your eyes grew wide. 

“Babe? Babe, what’s wrong?” Derek asked urgently, kneeling in front of you with a worried expression on his face. You took a deep breath, letting Derek help you up from the couch as you continued breathing in and out, trying to ignore the searing pain now building up. There was a wet spot on the couch where you had been sitting when your water broke. 

“The baby,” you replied, “the baby is coming. Like, right now,” you told him, letting out a choked cry of pain, making Liam’s head snap up. He stood quickly, nearly lunging for you before Stiles yanked him back. 

“Let go!” Liam exclaimed, trying to make his way over to you. He could hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest, he could smell your anxiety, and he knew you were in pain. He just didn’t know why. He grabbed Stiles’ shirt, tugging the sleeve urgently, distress in his eyes. “What’s wrong with Y/N? What’s wrong with the baby? Why is she in pain?” 

Nobody answered him, they were all too busy crowding around you hurriedly. Lydia was searching the loft frantically for your hospital bag, throwing it into Derek’s outstretched hands when she was located it triumphantly. Scott held your hand tightly, focusing on taking your immense pain away while Malia and Kira helped you slip into your shoes. Stiles was busy holding a terrified Liam back; the boy was confused and mostly upset for you. 

“I-I don’t understand, what’s happening? Will someone just tell me what’s going on with Y/N?” His voice rose, his tone edging on hysteria as he watched Derek gently lead you toward the door while you clutched your stomach and continued panting. Stiles finally let Liam go, and he immediately rushed over to you, looking scared. 

“Aw, Liam, baby, I’m fine. I promise.” You told him, smiling weakly up at your other baby, your first baby, doing your best to soothe his unease. “I’m having the baby, that’s all. I’m gonna be fine, okay?” You made to walk past Derek, down to your car. 

Derek, noticing how Liam reluctantly stepped aside to let you pass, said, “Why don’t you come with us to hospital? So you can make sure that she isn’t in any pain. You and Scott know how to take away pain, I don’t, and I need to make sure that I can keep my eyes on the road. Plus, I know she’d want you to be there.” Liam nodded eagerly, already feeling a little calmer now that he was following you out to the car, sitting in the back seat and clutching your hand tightly. He didn’t even mind that you were probably breaking every bone in his hand right now, he was taking your pain away, and that was what mattered. 

You turned around in your seat, your forehead shining with sweat, though your pain had significantly lessened. Liam gave you a reassuring smile. “Thank you, sweetheart,” you murmured. He shot you another smile in return, grateful that he was there to help you, just as you had always helped him. 

Liam frowned deeply as he heard you let out another loud, agonizing cry of pain. His hands were shaking slightly, his foot tapping impatiently against the white floor tiles of Beacon Hills Memorial. He glanced over at Derek, who had his hands clasped tightly together and was in deep concentration. Liam didn’t even have to ask to know that Derek was listening to everything that was going on inside of your hospital room. Neither of them were allowed inside, despite their protests and complaints. 

They were waiting for nearly two hours by the time the noise coming from inside your room stopped, replaced with the sound of a baby crying loudly and the affectionate coos of congratulations from the nurses and doctors gathered in your room. Melissa McCall was the first out of the room, followed by a few other doctors. She looked around at the pack, all assembled in the tiny hospital room, and beamed at the all. Derek breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that both you and the baby were alright, and safe, and healthy. 

“Immediate family only for right now, guys. Y/N needs to rest for a little bit,” she explained as Derek stood up from the chair, a nervous smile appearing on his face as he went to open the door. Liam sighed, slumping in his seat. He’d have to wait until tomorrow to see you. Derek turned around, raising his eyebrows at Liam. 

“Aren’t you coming?” Derek asked, looking genuinely confused as to why Liam wasn’t following him into the room. Liam grinned, standing up and nodding. Before they both entered the room, a different doctor stopped them. 

“He’s immediate family?” The doctor asked, gesturing to Liam, who was immediately offended. Derek slung an arm around Liam’s shoulders. 

“Yeah, my adopted son. And I’m sure his tired mother in there,” Derek pointed to your door, “would be very pleased to know that you aren’t letting her son see her.” Liam had always been sure that Derek was simply tolerant of him, that he was only accepting of Liam because he was Scott’s beta, and because you loved Liam like he was your own. But no, Derek really did care for the kid, and he had come to regard him as a son as soon as Liam started to look up to you both as parents. 

When they entered the room, the first thing they noticed was the pure love and happiness shining brightly in your eyes as you gazed down at the bundle in your arms. And then they noticed that you were crying a little as you stared down at your baby with pure awe. You glanced up at them, smiling even wider. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Derek said quietly, unable to stop the smile that was growing on his face. He walked over to you, sitting at the edge of the bed. You sat up straighter, offering the tiny baby to him. Derek Hale’s tough facade completely melted away when he took his little baby girl out of your arms and held her tightly, adoration clear on is face. “Look at her, she’s so beautiful already,” he whispered to you, not taking his eyes off his baby girl. He was crying a little bit, too. 

“I know, I know, I love her so much,” you mumbled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. You blinked away more happy tears, noticing that you were missing a member of your family. “Where’s Li? Is he alright?” You looked over Derek’s shoulder, motioning for Liam to come forward. He had been standing shyly at the doorway, not wanting to interrupt a private moment. “What’re you doing over there, sweetie? Come over here and meet your little sister,” you told him, watching as he nervously made his way over to you, sitting next to you on the hospital bed and peering down at the tiny baby in Derek’s arms.

“Do you want to hold her?” Derek asked Liam, offering the baby to her big brother. Liam took her carefully, and you showed him the correct way to hold her so that she wouldn’t be uncomfortable or get hurt. 

“She’s really cute,” Liam said, using one finger to gently stoke her tiny cheek. Her eyes would open and close every so often, and she made little noises under her breath as she slept, and Liam absolutely adored his new baby sister. “What’s her name?” He wondered, gently rocking her in his arms when she began to stir. You held you arms out, and Liam gave her back to you. 

“I was thinking Laura, after your sister, Der,” you said, shifting the baby in your arms so that you could grab his hand. Derek nodded gratefully, pushing back some of your hair. 

“I think Laura is perfect,” he replied, wiping his own eyes on his sleeve and wrapping his arms around you and the baby. “Hey, get in the family group hug, kid,” he told Liam, moving over to give Liam some well-deserved room on the small hospital bed as well. Liam hugged you first, then Derek, and then he leaned down and placed a tiny kiss on little Laura’s head. “I love you guys. I know I don’t say it very often, but I do. You’re my family, all of you.” 

He looked pointedly at Liam, whom he knew didn’t always feel like he truly fit in with you and Derek and baby Laura. But Liam was a part of your family, and he had been even before moving in with you, even before accidentally calling you his mom. He loved you guys, and he was always going to be immensely grateful that you had given him motherly affection and love and provided him a home where he truly felt safe. 

Maybe he wasn’t your blood, not like Laura was, but you loved both your babies just like a mother should. So did Derek. And that was what mattered. 

berrystartrekkingwithsuperlock  asked:

Thanks for the link, I'm on my iPad so couldn't see the rules! Ok, so the crew are on shore leave and Jim takes Bones to an alpine cabin (maybe just as friends for now - both can be pining). Storm hits and they can't contact anyone, just as Bones falls sick. So Jim has to look after him until they can be rescued. Basically some sick Bones, concerned/caring Jim and a happy, McKirky ending ☺️ you can alter any aspect of my prompt, these are my main requirements 😉 Thanks!

  • “What are we doing here?” Bones asks, dropping his bag on the hard wooden floor. “Look,” Jim says, dropping his bag right next to Bones’, “you diagnosed me with stress-” “I never did that,” Bones replies. “- and I know you are. So I just thought: weekend away, just the two of us. We can go hiking tomorrow, there’s a BBQ here, and a big TV in the living. We’ll watch the game at night, and… did I mention the hot tub?” “You had me at hot tub,” Bones says, and Jim snorts. “That was literally the end of my sentence.” “Okay,” Bones says, “but I’m taking the bedroom.” Jim watches Bones’ backside as he walks away. “Wait,” Jim says, “there’s only one bedroom?”
  • The first night they’re there, the weather is fantastic. It’s chilly, yeah. But the hot tub makes up for that. They sit together, drink beer in the warm water. At night, they watch a game on TV while enjoying toast and soup Jim brought along from the small shop a few miles away. But Bones starts falling asleep on the couch after at least four beers and a movie’s on. It’s honestly among the best things Jim has ever seen. “You know,” Jim says, hand on Bones’ leg, “we can always continue this party in the bedroom.” He does that extremely over the top wink, and Bones laughs. “G'night, Jim.”
  • It’s grey and eerily quiet when Jim wakes up. His plans are to have a quiet breakfast, go for a long hike. They can even go hunting and fishing, and have a BBQ on the porch at night. Honestly, that sounds pretty great. As long as there’s another night of Bones stripping to get into the hot tub, Jim’s all for it.
  • But they never actually get very far. When Bones wakes up for breakfast, he looks pale and he has very little apetite. Not just that, it starts snowing. Which is incredible at first, because growing up in a world of climate change, Georgia is mostly warm and sunny all year around. Jim finds out, to his amazement, that Bones has never actually experienced snow before. So they go outside, Bones forgets about feeling a bit sick for a while. And he looks so good, dressed in that warm comfortable jacket, snowflakes sticking to his hair. They walk down to the lake. Fishing isn’t so bad before the water’s frozen over. But the snow continues falling, and the wind is cold. Bones pretends to be fine, and -fuck, he looks handsome- but Jim can tell he’s not feeling himself. And the walk back is terrible; a full on snow storm hits them and they make it back to the house both feeling thoroughly cold. “I’m gonna take a shower,” Bones says, and Jim grins. “Want me to join?” he asks. Bones rolls his eyes at that. He doesn’t technically say no, but Jim decides not to follow him after all.
  • Things get considerably worse quick; Bones gets a full on flu. At night, Jim hears him cough and groan, but at least it’s over tomorrow. They can go back home.
  • Or not, because their comms are down because of the storm. For some reason, no one is reacting to any of their messages, it’s just static. Bones is getting progressively more sick, too. He doesn’t really eat any solid food - which is okay, because the most they have is canned crap from back when they could still make it to the local shop. Now, though, the snow is thick and there’s just no way. Jim suggests, though, but Bones shakes his head. “Are you crazy?” he asks, “you might get lost in the snow and freeze to death. I don’t want to be stuck here by myself.” “Aw, you’d miss me too much?” Jim grins, nudging his elbow. Bones’ skin feels hot and Jim reaches out, pressing a hand on Bones’ forehead. “You playin’ doctor now?” Bones asks, tilting his head to the side, and ignoring Jim’s worried frown. “You’re sick.” “No shit,” Bones says, “who brought me to this place?” “This place is fine!” Jim counters, “I don’t control the weather.” Bones huffs, quietly turning towards the TV. He falls asleep pretty soon after, and Jim pulls him in closer when he feels the other shiver.
  • Jim did bring some chicken, so he makes chicken soup to the best of his abilities. It’s quite salty, but that seems to make Bones feel a little better. Even if just for a little while.
  • A day after they were supposed to leave, they’re still there. It’s infuriating, and now Jim starts feeling sick, too. Not as bad as Bones, honestly, but definitely a cold. So Jim curls up next to Bones on the couch, both covered under a bunch of blankets. “I hate you,” Bones mutters under his breath, and Jim smiles faintly. “This wasn’t supposed to be so bad,” Jim says, and Bones huffs. “That sounds like your life’s motto.”
  • It takes another two days before Uhura gets through to them on their communicator. “Jim? Captain, are you there?” Jim wakes up to the sound of his communicator, pressed closely against Bones’ chest while both of them sleep under a pile of blankets. “Uhura,” Jim says, voice sore as he speaks. “James,” Uhura says, sighing in relief, “where are you two? We were scheduled to leave Earth two days ago! Please don’t tell me your stupid plan to seduce Bones worked so well you forgot to leave.” “We’re stuck,” Jim says, sitting up straight and hushing her quiet, “can you beam us out?”
  • They make it back to the Enterprise finally, and Bones gives both of them a flu shot immediately. Almost instantly, Jim feels better. Still a vague headache, but Jim feels the flu eb away quick enough. “So,” Bones says, “I heard that.” “Heard what?” “Uhura was talking about your elaborate plan to seduce me.” “Ah,” Jim replies, throwing him a small grin and he rubs the back of his neck, “yeah, about that-” “You organized a weekend away to a quiet cabin to seduce me.” “Okay, don’t call it that,” Jim warns him, “it was supposed to be just a friendly weekend away, okay? And if something happened, great. Fantastic. But that wasn’t, I swear, that wasn’t the–” He’s shut up when Bones leans in, kisses him and pressing him back against the bio bed. Jim’s hands find their way around his shoulders, and he kisses him back. His skin is still a little hot, but Jim feels instantly better. Bones looks better, too, when he pulls away. “That’s the most romantic thing someone’s ever done for a friend,” Bones says, and Jim smiles. “You’ve always been more than just a friend to me.”

Pairing: Minho/Key
Rating: PG
Length: 1.2k
Warnings: super crack-ish, attempts at humor. But no real warnings. 

Summary: Jonghyun is hell-bent on getting Minho and Key together.

“What if we push them under the mistletoe?” Jonghyun asked quietly. He, along with Jinki and Taemin, was watching how Minho and Kibum talked intimately in a corner of the apartment. The two of them were so meant to be, it was no longer funny how frustratingly obvious it was.

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Don’t Close (Me Out) Mountain!

Chapter 1

He was sick. 

As a dog…

HeTian closed his door before the bag could hit him. He thought of taking it back with him, but chose better to leave it there. 

And so, without the use of a dry jacket, he ran back home in the December rain, and was soaked to the bone.

So of course he started sneezing late in the afternoon. And sniffling late into the night. And coughing early in the morning…


His brain was fuzzy. Maybe he had the flu? His mother insisted that he stayed in, after all it was the last day before winter break, and it was early release anyway. She gave him some awful tasting medicinal tea, laughed at the face he made while drinking it, and gave a kiss on his head before heading out for work.

This was all HeTian’s fault. 


Really? Does just thinking about him summon him, or something? You don’t even need to draw a pentagram - no Ouija board - no sacrificial virgin - nothing?

‘Where the hell are you?’

Tap…Tap… ‘go away…’

‘You at home?’

Tap…T- He sneezedTap…….Tap…… “this all your fault,,,you and your dam jacket,,, i’m sick cuz of you so leave me alone”

‘On my way.’

What does…he mean he’s…


GuanShan swore. Waking up to the sound of repetitive knocking has to be the worst and most alarming of awakenings. 

He hardly tried to put on a shirt, and cursed from his feet touching the cold floor. He was afraid the person may have been waiting a while, and might have also even been his mother, who might’ve forgotten her keys. 

He opened the door…and was almost immediately lifted up and walked back down the hallway. 

“‘Bout time! Were you sleeping?? Where‘s your room?”

“What- HEY- BASTARD YOU CAN’T JUST COME IN HERE! And stop tracking dirt in- take off your damn shoes!!”

HeTian peaked into the first rooms on the right where the kitchen and dining room stood adjacent, “Do you want me to leave or stay? Your demands are conflicting.”


“Suit yourself~”

HeTian moved into the room on the left and lifted him slightly just to carelessly drop him horizontally. 

GuanShan stiffly braced for impact, but his back only hit his mattress and duvet.

Looking up, he could see HeTian casually surveying his room, like the asshole had been invited… 

“How warm and cozy… And this room is far more tidy than I imagined. With this level of organization, it should make it way easier finding your porn mags-”


“I’m just kidding~ and I’m not going anywhere until you’re better. This is all my fault remember? I told you I was coming in my texts.”

That sounded vaguely familiar. Did he say that? And what text messages? He searched his bed for the cracked phone until he found it under a pillow

贺天:Unread Messages (16)
贺天:Missed Calls (2)

The hell…

“How do you even know where I live?”

“Oh, I’ve known your address for quite some while. I peeked at your school file in the teacher’s office. One of the school staff owed my uncle a favor.”

“The hell are you- some kind of crazy mobster, stalker? Pullin in favors from people to find an address??”

“I’m surprised that you’re even surprised. How do you think I knew your phone number?” GuanShan open his mouth to respond…but realized he didn’t really have anything to counter with. It seemed HeTian had this information for about a week. And besides, he was too tired to argue.


“Atta boy just let the good doctor make you some soup.”

“I don’t want to hear that from someone who can’t make something as simple as beef stew.”

“Who says I can’t?”

“Your rubbish bin. Filled with your failed attempt at cooking.”

HeTian’s eyes widened. 

Oh? Well, if he didn’t want him to see that, he should’ve thrown out the trash before inviting him over to cook and clean his kitchen.

“Oh, yeah. I saw that little monstrosity… Why did you put in whole carrots-”

“Shut up.”

“Instead of cutting them-”

“Shut up-”

“-like a normal person.”

GuanShan wore a proud smirk. And if he didn’t know better, there was a tinge of pink on the otherwise composed face. It felt good having the upper-hand for once…

“…Do you want soup or not.”

The slow rhythmic pounding of an oncoming headache and fuzziness was returning to him; but at the same time he said ‘no’, his stomach growled from not having eaten anything since last night.

“Apparently you do want some. Wait a moment.”

“Mm…” Drowsiness was beginning to overtake him again...






What now??

‘Hey Redhead! It’s me, the awesome and amazingly handsome JianYi!  HeTian gave me your phone number!’


Ping! ‘
By the way HeTian’s heading over to your house. Wanted to give you a heads up!’

TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP… “you’re late in telling me that!!!!”

“Should we drop by too?”

TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP…  “NO!!! one idiot’s bad enough!” 

‘Oh, don’t be like that! He was quite worried about you!’

That reminds him… 

GuanShan backed out of the chat and to his list of contacts, and selected the one with 16 unread messages

‘Have the door unlocked for me, okay?’

‘Hey. Don’t ignore me.’


‘Don’t Close Mountain’

‘Mr. Premature Ejaculator’

‘Nothing from that last one?’

‘Hey look, a Corgi!’

‘贺天 sent a photo to you’

Call cancelled by caller

‘I’ll beat the crap out of you if that door isn’t unlocked before I get there.’

‘No seriously, come and unlock the door. I’m here.’

‘Please say something.’

‘I brought soup.’

‘Are you asleep?’

‘Are you mad?’

Call cancelled by caller

‘i’m sorry’

‘but please open the door…’

“OK, so I thought that I knew what I was doing, but I guess I’m just going to have to order some soup instead- what’re you looking at?”

HeTian caught an expression he had never seen on the near constantly irate teen before; almost…gentle. Complete with a genuine smile. He didn’t like it

“What? Ah,” he saw GuanShan’s fingers swiftly turn off the phone, hiding the contents in a veil of black, and put it down out of sight, “It’s nothing!”

He stared down at the spot where the device was hidden, shrouding in mystery who the fuck the red-haired boy was talking to.

He definitely didn’t like it. 

Yellow Lilies Wrapped in Honey

a/n: ***dan and phil’s son is autistic and there is a scene with a large crowd of ppl (which makes him panic) in it and if u are v uncomfortable w/ crowds i added an astrid * so u can skip over that part !!

Summary: Basically just short snippets about the life of married Dan and Phil along with their two children; from Winnie who’s favorite food is tofu and garlic bread and Charlie who would rather wear yellow skirts and watch the stars all night long. (ft. their shiba inu who is ironically named Susan).

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Mild panic attack; other than that lots of fluff that will make ur teeth ache

“Papa,” Winnie announced, climbing onto the sofa armchair to slide into Phil’s warm lap comfortably. “Look what I drew at school today.”

She shoved a crumpled paper drawing under Phil’s glasses. He chuckled. “Sweetie I can’t see it when you hold it so close to my face,” He took the drawing in his hand and held it at a distance.

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