i have watched this scene countless times over the past two days

Do You Miss Me (at all) Sherlock x reader part 1

A/N: This took me forever to finish! For the love of god, I struggled with this hours and days! So, this will be two parted, and apologizes for not posting fanfics for awhile, I’ve been busy with other things (also tried to figure out how to continue the heartless, there will be a new chapter of it soon enough, hopefully) also this was supposed to be out at Friday, but I couldn’t get myself to finish this since this basically a dialogue done by shouting and fighting. But anyway, hope this is good in some sort of weird way.

Here’s a link for the next chapter http://all-fandoms-fiction.tumblr.com/post/157287362239/do-you-miss-me-at-all-2-sherlock-x-reader

You had been in a relationship with Sherlock for over four months now and not to get you wrong, you did love the high functioning sociopath even if it got rough. For example he barely told you he cared for you more than as a friend. It had taken him all his might to tell you that just that once when you started dating and you were as surprised as anyone would’ve been in that situation. To hear Sherlock Holmes, the detective incapable of understanding sentiment or compassion, say he loved you was enough to make you faint, but you didn’t. First you thought it had to be a trick, to test an experiment and one specific kind had slithered in your mind. He was probably testing how you felt about him, even having his own suspicions of you having feelings for him. Maybe he was waiting for your pupils to dilate, testing your pulse? Then he did something that nearly gave you a heart attack. He had kissed you. From there on you two had started dating, but it took some time from him to convince you he really liked you and it wasn’t for a case or a test.

It had been just once he had said he loved you, from that on everything had gone down hill. You knew he wasn’t into opening his heart, which you had become aware of that second he had opened it to you, but you couldn’t but wonder had he come to his senses of you and realized he had only fancied you for short amount of time and the feelings had died by now. At bad days he seemed he barely even acknowledged you were in the same room. He was snarky with his comments, nearly making eye contact and ignoring you at times. It wasn’t anything John hadn’t ever experienced with Sherlock but you couldn’t stop thinking that you would be even slightly privileged to be treated in better way than that.

Sherlock had been buried with work, now on his list at the top was a new case that hadn’t made any progress and it frustrated him. He was tense and easy to piss off. You were the same, but for other reasons. His acts had reflected on you, his now nasty personality and way of ignoring you made it impossible for you to stand him.

The two of you had just come back to Baker Street from a crime scene and you were fuming of rage. Once again you had been pushed aside and treated like you knew nothing. Even Lestrade, just like Sherlock always said, was capable of sensing the situation. Even the police inspector was able to make out Sherlock was doing a lousy job as a boyfriend. You couldn’t forget the wide eyes and the blank, puzzled stare he gave to you two when Sherlock pushed you, no, he literally pushed you more than once aside and kept telling you to keep quiet as your suggestions and deductions would just embarrass him, you and everyone around.

You stomped up the stairs to the flat, Sherlock following after you. You stayed close to the door leading back downstairs while Sherlock went to sink in his chair. He released a long heavy sigh and closed his eyes in disappointment. He muttered how useless the visit had been and how it had only cost his precious time on the case in hand. The crime scene you two just witnessed had, as he said, obviously nothing in common.

”Did you really have to do that?” You questioned after waiting enough, listening to Sherlock muttering and complaining about the case. Your hands were crossed over your chest and your right foot was tapping the floor in an impatient way. To this Sherlock answered with lowered brows and watched you in confusion. You huffed and looked away. ”Embarrass me in front of the whole Scotland Yard?” You corrected. Sherlock only rolled his eyes and went to correct you. ”There was nearly even half of the Scotland Yard present.” Sherlock shifted in his seat. ”I wouldn’t worry about them. They barely know anything so you being incorrect now and then wouldn’t make them any better than you.”

You could hang onto that statement, he had almost praised you just now and it was the best you had got from him for since he had been burdened with this particular case, but then again you didn’t need to settle for this. This wasn’t enough to wipe all the bad comments he’d made in the past though you weren’t even sure was there anything he could do, a one single act that would calm you.

”To you that was the entire Scotland Yard.” You pushed persistently. He had said it himself countless of times. The people in Scotland Yard that had ever worked with him were the only people that counted if you asked for his opinion.

”Well, yes, but obviously it wasn’t exactly the whole Scotland Yard.” Sherlock placed his fingers under his chin, resembling his mind palace position but he kept his eyes open and on you. He eyed you suspiciously, trying to deduce what you were going through in your head, but judging by his expression he had no idea what made you so pissed. ”Is something bothering you?”

To that you let out a sarcastic laugh. Had he really only got that out of you? He really was as magnificent and astonishing as John always said. Sarcastically saying of course. But this time he surprised you by how dumb he was.

”Are you really that blind?” You finally snapped. You humorously watched as Sherlock gave away how offended he was by your statement but without skipping a beat you continued. ”You embarrassed me in front of Scotland Yard! And that’s not all! You’ve treated me worse and worse the further we get down on this case. Hell, you even treat Anderson better than me!” And it was true. He had even praised Anderson today for stating something so obvious and simple that even a blind person would’ve seen it.

”I was being sarcastic.” Sherlock muttered seriously and looked down on the floor, clearly drifting away from the conversation and to his mind palace.

”Well, it wasn’t clear!” You yelled and threw your hands in the air. ”Everybody thought you really meant it. And don’t dare shut me off now!” You took three long steps and put your hands on either side of Sherlock’s armrests on his chair, your face inches away from his. ”Don’t treat me like this!”

”Treat you like what?” Sherlock shot up from his seat, you taking a fast step backwards to make more room between the two of you. He stared back at you coldly. His blue eyes were like frozen and he looked intimidating. Sherlock tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he questioned you.

”I told you already! You ignore me! Like I don’t exist at all! You always pretend like I’m not there. You put your work first and I feel like I don’t even exist on the list of your priorities! You also have pushed me around, literally, and you won’t let me even speak when we’re out!”

”Stating the obvious shouldn’t be reworded! You want me to let you embarrassed yourself? By pointing out what everyone is able to witness with their own eyes?”

”Oh, so now I’m embarrassing myself? Thank you for saving me, Sherlock, for keeping me quiet when I could’ve said something dumb!” The room was silent for a second, until you took a deep breath. ”Look, you keep me around but make it feel like I am the one clinging on you and following you like a lost puppy, and when I try to advance you, you only shoot me down. You won’t show me I matter!”

”I have told you how I feel about you, do you really need me to do it several times a day? Because you know I won’t be up to it. I am not a man who keeps showering you with all the pleasantries and praises-!”

”I know that and it’s not what I asked!” You snapped back. You were wondering was Mrs. Hudson listening to you two shouting. If she was she was probably worried. Worried what you’d do if this would go further on and how you would end up like. Mrs. Hudson knew what Sherlock was capable of when he was bored or even drugged, but when angered? And with you against him? You couldn’t answer to that either.

”Then what is it? I can’t quit my job and forget all the cases just because of you. Just because of love.” He pronounced the last word with disgust, as if the whole word was ridiculous to even be said.

”I’m not telling you to quit, I’m suggesting you to leave it be when you clearly can’t work it out, not now at least. You’ve run out of clues and there is nothing you can do to make the problem solved. You have to wait!”

”I can’t just wait until another one gets killed!” Sherlock spit out and glared down at you.

”Well, there’s nothing else you can do.” You told him matter of factly. ”Just talking about the case makes you a mess, Sherlock. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, and how you treat people around you is horrible. Even if you have a problematic case in hand it doesn’t give you the privilege to act like a moron!”

”Oh so I am the one acting like a moron?” Sherlock looked down on you. ”You have done nothing to help me on this case, the reason I keep you around is only because I thought there would be use of you, but guess I was wrong with you. And here you are, waiting for me to sugar coat you with flatter and sweet talk. Like it wasn’t enough I told you once how I care about you.” He had struggled enough by telling you he loved you once, and what were the looks of it he wasn’t going to do it ever again and actually it made you want nothing more than him to never say anything to you.

”I knew what I was getting myself into when I started this relationship with you.  I know it’s hard for you to say how you feel, but I’m not asking you to tell me that. It’s just that you never show it! You never sit next to me, you never walk close to me, and you barely talk to me! If you could just treat me like a human being!” You didn’t let Sherlock answer, you paced around nervously, but not scared. You were infuriated. ”I really thought I wouldn’t be the only one to do things I don’t usually like to do. Like waking up at 3am in the morning to visit a crime scene, or running around London after a maniac without eating for a whole day! I still never complaint! But where I draw the line is when I am treated worse than even the people you can’t stand!”

”Enough with Anderson already!” Sherlock sighed and spin around.

”I’m not talking about Anderson! I am saying you don’t treat me like your girlfriend and even Lestrade saw what was going on today!” You felt bad at thinking about it again, your stomach dropped at the thought of it. ”The way you act towards me isn’t normal, Sherlock!”

”So I’m supposed to be all around you when we’re on a case? Oh, wake up, (Y/n)! I do not show emotions or am I even capable of feel certain of emotions. Love and sentiment do not get me anywhere and there for I keep them out of my life!” You flinched. That was it. You had enough.

”Then let me help you.” You said and went to get your bag.

”What are you doing?” Sherlock asked sounding bored and fed up by your attitude, his brows furrowed.

”Like you said, you rid yourself of certain feelings. There for I’m leaving. Sorry I ever bothered to step into your life.” You said and turned. ”Goodbye, Sherlock Holmes.” And with that you left. You went down the stairs in a hurry and rage, stomping loudly. You heard Mrs. Hudson come out of her flat, now standing next to the front door, looking at you worriedly.

”Are you two having a little domestic?” She asked with a sad and nervous tone.

”Could say so.” You answered coldly and opened the door.

”When are you coming back, dear?”

”I’m not.” You deadpanned. You had stopped at the entrance and were looking at Mrs. Hudson with a serious expression.

Mrs. Hudson gazed up the stairs to the living room. ”I’m sure what ever he said he doesn’t mean it.” She assured you, but you knew better and you also had made up your mind.

”I’m sure he did.” You told, then closing the door and left Baker Street.

Mrs. Hudson was left alone to wonder what had happened. She let her eyes wonder towards the stairs again, whispering sadly to herself, ”What have you done now, Sherlock?”

The Moon and the Stars

Anonymous said: Can I request Taehyung being your roommate and you’re not aware of his feelings until he comes home drunk 😊😊

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You and Tae are roommates and it’s great. You two get along well and hang out from time to time. One night he comes home from a night of partying, completely wasted, and tells you he’s in love with you. However, given his reputation, that’s not exactly a good thing…

Genre: College/Roommate!auFluff, Angst(ish?)

Word Count: 5,000 (exactly!)

Content: Adorably drunk Tae, some mushy fluff, a little bit of angst, some swearing

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being 5k oops. Partially inspired by Weight Lifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo.

Sneak Peak:

Taehyung took your hand and started walking. At that moment you noticed that the clouds had drifted off, revealing the billions of stars that were hidden behind them.

You looked up at the clear night sky. “Look, Tae.” You said, pulling on his sleeve. You used your free hand to point up at moon, which was bright, and full. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

He didn’t let his eyes follow your finger toward the stars. Instead they remained fixed on you when he replied, “She is.”

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In which Hoseok is ready to help you, but you can’t seem to stop running away from him.

Originally posted by hobismole

pairing: hoseok x reader
genre: sports au with volleyball player!hoseok
warning: rated M for my sanity slowly slipped down the drain along with some other bodily fluids.
word count: 5,933
notes: this fic wouldn’t have seen the light of the day without
@ohsuga !!! so thank you for supporting me all the way through pidge !!!

Sweat drips down your face, crashing onto the pavement as you focus on the constant sound of your worn out sneakers breaking the silence looming around the track. The sun is slowly peeking over the horizon, soft rays painting the morning sky with vibrant hues of orange and red. Your hair is dripping with sweat that has coated your frame, clothes clinging even tighter to your flushed skin.

“She can’t play anymore… The future is uncertain… Not good enough…”

The recollection of scenes plays vividly in the forefront of your mind, and you shake your head as if you can somehow will away the painful memories the mornings eerie quietness helped surface. Not even the mild breeze or the soothing scent of the magnolia trees are enough to scare off the ghosts of your past, but time and patience helped you find a new distraction: running.

Inhaling shakily, you quicken your pace until you’re sprinting down the track, as if to run from your own thoughts. It takes but only a moment for your lungs to burn and thighs to shake from the exertion. You can taste, hear, feel the rush of adrenaline pumping through your veins. Two more laps to go, you urge yourself, two more and–

“If it isn’t my favorite early bird!”

A familiar voice echoes through the field and your concentration falters. As your head swings around in search of the owner of the voice, you sense your legs giving out to exhaustion, limbs crashing down from the adrenaline high.

Your palms and knees burn hotly as you skid along the hard gravel stone of the track, the pressure in your palms enough to balance the rest of your body. Hissing in pain, you take a deep breath as a series of profanities fill the crispy air. You clench your fingers into fists in an attempt to reign in your emotions, but your lashes are brimming with unshed tears; you hastily wipe at your eyes, the mixture of grime, blood and sweat across your cheeks making the effort pointless.

“Y/N, fuck… I–” The male voice gasps, sounding way closer. From the corner of your eye, you can see him bending at the waist, panting like a dog. There is a beat of awkward silence as he catches his breath. “I didn’t mean to startle you, I… Oh, oh fuck,” he sputters, “you’re bleeding! Let me take you to the infirm–”

“I’m fine,” you deadpan, dragging the back of your hand across your wet forehead, not bothering with the rest of your face. Your mind conjures all the ways the coach is going to punish you for being so careless, and you bite back a groan, already dreading the countless push ups, squats and six a.m jogs around the campus. Exhaling one more time, you throw your assumptions aside, pushing yourself up before biting your bottom lip to suppress a cry from the pain that shoots up your left leg. “I’ll… I’ll walk myself…”

Your legs shake unsteadily and your body staggers forward as black dots swim in front of you. As the corners of your vision dwindles into a messy blur of colors, you hear a distressed shout of your name as strong arms grasp your waist.

“Ahh, stubborn as always…” The person murmurs from above you, a hot breath of air fanning your reddened cheeks as he adjusts your weight under his arms. “You should be more careful, y’know?”

With little strength left, you turn your head against his collarbone and look up at him with a pained grin. “Well, it’s all your fault, Jung.”

His booming laugh is the last thing you register as your eyes roll back, the world around you swimming into unconscious darkness.

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Seductive | Vampire! Jungkook X Reader | 17 | (M)

Originally posted by rapmonsexpensivegirl

Your fingers entwined with Jungkook’s as you led him away from the scene which had just played out.

Jungkook nodded his thanks to Taehyung, who returned the gesture. Over by the clock tower, Jimin stirred, attempting to lift his crumpled form from the ground.

Walking over to Jimin, Taehyung left you and Jungkook. You assumed

Taehyung was going to help Jimin up, or perhaps offer him some consolation.

But instead, Taehyung stood over Jimin, and simply scowled at him. Jimin outstretched his hand to Taehyung, silently pleading for help, but Taehyung did not move at all.

He simply said, ‘You brought this on yourself. If you want to feel sorry for yourself, go ahead. You have a long, long time to waste.’

And then he turned on his heel, and stalked away. Jimin rolled over onto his knees, watching Taehyung’s retreating figure, his eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and anger.

You and Jungkook stood by the back entrance to the manor, and as Taehyung passed you, he took your hand. ‘I wish the best for you, (Y/N),’ he told you, his expression more grave than you had ever seen before. But then his face split in two, and his rectangular smile graced his face once again.

‘I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other from now on,’ he grinned. Taehyung shot Jungkook a wink, and then headed for the courtyard.

Jungkook’s hand still in yours, the two of you entered the manor, and you glanced one more time over your shoulder.

Much to your surprise, Jimin was gone.

And it would stay that way.

His energy depleted, Jungkook flopped down onto a chair at the dining room table, pulling you onto his lap.

Where Jungkook had been hit, no bruises bloomed on his porcelain skin, due to the fact that there was no blood running through his veins. Instead, where Jimin’s fists had connected with Jungkook’s body, the skin had turned a pale grey, blemishing his previously flawless complexion.

‘Your face…’ your voice trailed off as your fingers skimmed lightly over the silverish bruise on Jungkook’s right cheekbone.

‘Don’t worry, the bruises will be gone in only a few hours,’ Jungkook assured you. His fingers wrapped around your own, pulling them away from his face and to his lips, with which he pressed a kiss onto your fingertips.

Jungkook nuzzled his face into your neck affectionately, and pulled you closer in his arms.

‘Are you sure you made the right decision?’ you questioned, ‘Never seeing Jimin again?’

Jungkook nodded, a steely resolve in his eyes. ‘Undoubtedly. There’s no way Jimin could redeem himself after what he did, not in my eyes.

I could never tolerate a single breath next to him, not after he attempted to take away what’s most important to me.’

A soft blush dusted your cheeks at the blatant display of love, but your stomach was uneasy.

‘That was really dangerous Jungkook, can vampires be killed?’ you asked, your voice quavering.

‘Only if the vampire that turned them were to rip out their throats,’ Jungkook explained, an odd nonchalance in his voice, ‘And Jimin didn’t turn me. Namjoon did.’

Nodding your understanding, you wrung your hands nervously as countless thoughts ran through your mind.

‘But… I could have easily been killed then, couldn’t I?’ you inquired, knowing the answer all too well.

Confusion spread across Jungkook’s face, his brow furrowed, not understanding where the conversation was leading. ‘Of course, but you know I would never allow any harm to come to you. Not now, not ever. If I’m on this Earth, I swear I’ll keep you safe.’

You did not doubt in the slightest that Jungkook was telling the truth, but was that enough?

‘But think about it Jungkook, how many times have I almost died because of you?’

Jungkook gave a pained murmur of, ‘Please, (Y/N),’ but you stood up, climbing off his lap and looking down at him.

‘Far too many: that’s how many times you’ve put my life at risk, Jungkook. Not intentionally, no, but still at risk.’

Jungkook did not speak, for you were correct. He knew that, and would never insult you by attempting to defend himself. So he just watched you, his heart in his mouth, as fear that had accumulated over the past weeks which you had forced down began to rise up inside you.

‘But there’ll come a day where you won’t be there to save me, won’t there, Jungkook?’ you questioned, your speech speeding up with panic.
Jungkook reached out for your hand, but you pulled it out of his reach.

‘No, that will never happen, I’ve kept you from harm so far, and that’s how it’ll stay,’ Jungkook promised, desperation lacing his tone.

Shaking your head, you frowned up at him. ‘I’m sick of this, Jungkook. Sick of being the pitiful little human who has to get her ass saved every five minutes. The little girl who gets in the way, the damsel in distress who can’t save herself.’

Tears began to well up in Jungkook’s eyes, but he remained silent. He knew all too well where this was going to end up.

‘Seriously, Jungkook, I’m done,’ you told him, having made up your mind.

‘What do you want, (Y/N)?’ Jungkook asked quietly. But Jungkook knew, he knew that that evening had pushed you to the breaking point. That you no longer wanted to almost die every week. And effectively, you no longer wanted to be with him.

Your voice lowered to a whisper, painfully quiet, but filled with countless emotions. ‘You know what I want, Jungkook.’

Tears rolling down his cheeks, Jungkook’s voice was shaky as he spoke. ‘You want to be able to take care of yourself,’ he said, his words not a question, but a statement.

He knew what that meant.

You wanted to leave him.

You met his eyes and said nothing. His shoulders shook so slightly you could barely see, but the tear drops sliding down his face made his sorrow clear.

And then you spoke.

‘You’re right, Jungkook. I can’t do this anymore. I want to be able to take care of myself.

So I want you to bite me.’

On Bonnie Bennett and the Mistreatment of Beloved Characters of Color

I remember when the official trailer came out for The Vampire Diaries back in 2009. I was in the eighth grade, possibly sitting on my living room floor in front of the tv, distracted by my homework. When suddenly a Black girl crossed the screen. I did not have the vocabulary I did as a 12/13 yr old that I now have, but I knew desperately needed representation when I saw it. I was already interested in TVD because as I child, I was really into fantasy/sci fi genre. But seeing Bonnie Bennett, and then finding out she was a witch put the icing on the cake.

Miraculously, I watched TVD for eight straight years. Always telling myself that I would stop, but I kept hanging on. I don’t know exactly why, but I believe it had a lot to do with seeing the end to Bonnie’s story. And now that I have, I got A LOT of things to say. 

Bonnie Bennett was originally Bonnie McCullough in the TVD book series written by L.J. Smith. She was white with bright red hair and hazel eyes. With the series being adapted into television, the writers and producers decided to bring diversity to the main cast and casted Kat Graham, a biracial Black woman. And you can guess how mad the book fandom was about that. 

First, lets discuss black characters in TVD, because for the most part, besides Bonnie and her family members (all light skinned) who all die, with the exception of her mother who gets turned into a vampire and disappears, black characters are absent. There was Luca and Jonas. Two male warlocks who befriended Bonnie, only to use her. She got comfortable with them, finally being able to talk to someone about her abilities, and they turned out to be bad people, or at least that was how they were framed. Luca was killed by Damon. Jonas was killed by Katherine. When Jonas is murdered, Bonnie tells Katherine that she didn’t have to kill him. Katherine disagrees. They are disposable.

Remember Lucy Bennett? Another one of Katherine’s pawns who is killed off after serving her purpose? Or what about Qetsiyah? The baddest witch of them all who created an immortality elixir for her true love (Stefan’s doppleganger) and was later betrayed by that true love who gave her dosage to Amara (Elena’s doppleganger)? Or what about that time they made the literal devil a dark skinned Black man?!

As you can see there was no variety in the representation of Black characters. There were bad Black characters who were eventually killed off and then there was Bonnie. Nothing less and nothing more.

So what did they do with their only Black main character? They treated her like absolute shit and never gave her a story line of her own. Bonnie was a tool to help other characters through their plights while simultaneously enduring emotional turmoil. 

There are so many times when Bonnie literally saved everyone in Mystic Falls, including people who scorned her like Damon and Stefan Salvatore. I can’t count on my two hands alone how many times Bonnie was superwoman. She was always willing to literally sacrifice herself for other characters. She was always too ready to submit to death if it meant saving those around her. Bonnie was never concerned with saving herself. She was overtly strong, even up to her very last epic scene, taking on hellfire on her own. She embodied the strong Black woman trope far too many times and was never allowed a day off. Someone somewhere always needed her to use her. 

Who could forget the season when Bonnie was made into the anchor. We watched her go through physical pain, time and time again. We watched her die, multiple times. We even watched her lose her magic, an extremely crucial part of her identity. Bonnie often felt like a character who was floating from place to place in the background, only brought to the forefront when someone needed something fixed, or when someone needed to dump their pain and suffering onto her.

Now, let’s talk about Bonnie’s non existent love life. She fell in love with Jeremy Gilbert, Elena’s little brother, who never got over his exes, Vicky and Annabelle (another character of color killed off after a short life). I mean the dude quite literally cheated on her with their ghosts. Bonnie’s next “epic love” was Enzo, another generic male character (white passing) with a troubled past. But for some reason, people shipped Bamon for the LONGEST even though he used Bonnie and treated her like shit as well. Remember when Damon hesitated with the decision of killing Bonnie after Kai linked her with Elena? Remember how Damon decided not to kill Bonnie because of Elena and not because, well I don’t know, Bonnie is a person who deserves life? Remember when Bonnie was left behind in the prison world, fighting Kai while Damon, of all people, got to escape? And remember when people lost their shit at the idea of Bonnie choosing Enzo (and herself) over Damon? 

Nonetheless, things were starting to look up for Bonnie with Enzo. He was going to take the cure, they were going to live a long happy life together. But then Stefan violently kills him and in the midst of her intense anguish and pain, Bonnie takes the cure she was going to use for Enzo and uses it on Stefan, saving him and Elena (who he was going to kill) once again. Even after what Stefan did, Caroline expected Bonnie to come to their wedding, celebrating Caroline’s fairytale with a person who destroyed hers. 

I watched the series finale. I saw the end to every character I had grown to like and hate over the past eight years. Everyone got their happy ending, except Bonnie. Bonnie’s arch ends with her vowing to follow Enzo’s advice and travel the world and be happy. She doesn’t get the epic romance that is awarded to everyone else. And before you mention Stefan’s death, Caroline is not alone. Klaus, as he promised, will be her last love. Elena and Damon are together. Bonnie, however…again…is alone. However cliche it may be, we don’t get to see her walking towards the sunset with the love of her life. We don’t even get to see her following her dreams. We don’t know what Bonnie’s dreams are. We only know that she is still living for someone else.

I wanted so much for Bonnie Bennett. I wanted the world for her, as she often gave the world to so many others. But that wasn’t her case. The writers of TVD really failed her. She was treated as a good, loyal, pet, but was never allowed to shine in her own right.

But I’ve learned to stop putting so much expectations into characters of color written by white people. Eleven times out of ten, they never do our stories justice. But in a genre where Black girls rarely every see themselves, I can admit, I did expect so much more. I can also admit that the treatment of Bonnie’s character and other characters of color still hurts.

I expected more for Glenn, and Poussey, and Lincoln, and countless others. I am currently and nervously biting my nails for Raven Reyes from the 100 who seems to be becoming a martyr. I feel the same for Sasha from TWD after last Sundays episode.

With all that being said writers should know that we don’t want to see these characters persecuted. We don’t want them to become martyrs. We don’t want them to orbit other characters. We want them to be treated like the Sun.

Tom Hiddleston Request

Can I ask for a Tom Hiddleston imagine? him and YN were cast to play Adam and Eve on the movie “Only Lovers Left Alive” (AWESOME MOVIE ! ) and both fell in love. they become the golden couple of hollywood.


You were walking across the lot with one of the stage managers who was showing you around what would be your second home until production wrapped up. You had just been casted on the new production of Only Lover Left Alive as the one of the main characters, Eve. “Oh look, your husband,” the manager said jokingly as Tom Hiddleston appeared on set. “Tom,” he called him over. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, as I’m sure you know she’ll be playing Eve.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiled and offered to shake your hand.

“You too,” you shook his hand.

“I’m being called to a meeting with the director. I’ll see you both on set,” the manager said and left the two of you alone.

“So, are you excited to start filming tomorrow,” you asked.

“More excited for that than having to sit and try on all the clothes and wigs today,” he chuckled.

“Ah, the clothes are my favorite part. Speaking of, I better get going or they are going to kill. I have a wig that weighs, like, 20 lbs to put on,” you smirked.

“If you want, we could try and meet up and rehearse lines later this week, when we get closer to our scenes together.”

“That’d be great.”


After about 4 months of filming you two finally allowed yourselves to start dating. You two kept it secret until the movie premiere, you two accompanied each other as dates and released an official statement the month after that you two were dating.

Now, nearly four years later, 11 movies, two of which you two did together, and countless red carpet events you two were about to attend the newest movie premiere for Tom’s latest Thor movie.

After a year of dating Hollywood and the fans lovingly referred to you two as Hollywood’s Golden Couple. Ever since then, whenever another beloved couple would break up you and Tom would be tagged in thousands of posts about how you two were one of the reminders that love still existed.

“What do you have planned for today, Love,” Tom walking into your shared home freshly showered and dressed for the day.

“I have to go for my final fitting today and pick up my jewelry for the premiere this next week. Other than that I am all yours,” you grinned.

“Perfect. How about after your fitting we go to our favorite Italian place downtown and take a stroll around the park?”

“Only if you let me finally go in that new adoption center,” you had been begging him for weeks to go to the new animal adoption center to adopt a new puppy.

“Fine,” he played it off, “but we are only looking,” he said sternly.

“Fine, fine, ok. Only looking.”

“I mean it,” he pretended to be stern and pointed a finger at you.

“Ok, ok, looking only.”

Your fitting went well, everything looked perfect. You and Tom went and picked up the jewelry that was being lent to you for the premiere. As you ate your linguini and munched on the bread in front of you, you held hands with the one Tom wasn’t using. With a semi-loud slurp you sucked in the noodle. “Why are you looking at me like that,” you blushed slightly seeing Tom watching you from across the table.

“Just thinking about how lucky I am,” he smirked. “Somehow I’m with a woman who can look gorgeous even with pasta sauce over her chin,” he chuckled. You hand flew to your face and wiped the sauce from your face.

“Oh, whatever,” you smiled and looked down.

“It’s true. I feel lucky every day when I’m with you.”

“I feel the same way, babe,” you leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.  You left the restaurant and walked around the park, smiling and saying hello to the fans and paparazzi that you came across.

“Oh look,” you faked surprise and pointed to the store across the street, “a new animal adoption place that I have never seen before,” you said very monotonically.

“Oh look,’’ he copied you, “how interesting that that new store is there.”

You pulled him along as you jogged across the street and into the store. You let an “Aw” escape your lips as you looked at the dogs and kittens in their cages. “Oh my Gosh,” you excitedly gasped. In a little cage by himself was a small black lab. Over the past month you had been bugging Tom to get one. “Tom, can we play with him? Please,” you whinned.

“I guess one won’t hurt.” You were shocked at how easy he gave in but went with it. With a grin he called a worker over and asked to play with the lab. You squealed from excitement as the worker came back with the puppy and placed him in your arms.

“There are rooms right over there that you can go into,” they told you. You and Tom picked a room and sat the puppy down who happily ran around you, jumping, and pulling on Tom’s shoe strings.

“Come here boy,” you called and waved a toy rope in front of him.

“That’s a weird collar isn’t it,” Tom asked.

“Collar?” You looked down and saw a little blue collar around his neck with a small heart tag hanging from it. “4 years ago you walked into my life. Here’s a paw for each year…if you say yes?”

You read the tag and were confused, “Say yes to what?” You turned and looked towards Tom and stopped when you saw him in front of you, kneeling on one knee, with a open box in front of you.

“Yes to me. These four years of you have been the best years of my life, and I want them to continue until the day I die. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, make me the happiest man alive and say you’ll marry me.”

“Yes, yes, of course yes!” You jumped into his arms after he slid the ring on your finger. “How did you get the tag on him? How did you know I wanted to come here?”

“You’ve been talking about this place nonstop since it opened. And, I know you’ve always wanted a black lab. I saw they had this little guy up for adoption so I had the tag made and brought it here ahead of time.”

“You’re the sweetest.”

“So, what are you naming him?”

You looked at the little lab in front of you and it hit you. “I like Wade.”

“You’re naming him after a Marvel hero and it’s not even mine,” he laughed.

You shrugged, “You know Deadpool is my favorite.”


That weekend, the night of the red carpet, every question, interview, and picture made sure to pinpoint the diamond ring on your finger and the smiles of Hollywood’s golden couple.

Fly me to the Moon

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A/N: Shamelessly saw some really inspiring art. Decided to write it. Probably only a three-four part fluff.

Summary: Rainbow drags Johan to New York for a thing. Johan finds out New York is pretty neat after all. 

WordCount: 3855
Warnings: None that I know of 

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Wild Women Don't Get The Blues // Daveed Diggs

My other stuff is here!

Requests are always  open!

This idea was given to me by @psychedemigod , thank you so much for it! Also thank you @always-blame-jefferson for helping me with ideas.

Enjoy this self-hatred, sleep deprived induced writing extravaganza.

Just kidding, I’m actually very happy with this.


Wild Women Don’t Get The Blues

It was another one those days, David soon came to realize.

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Continuation of: http://asongofmanyfandoms.tumblr.com/post/136746948979/more-you-know-who-vanished-the-head-of-the

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Suddenly I See You

Requested by: The lovely anon who sparked my imagination and made it run wild.
Scenario: You and Minho have been friends since the sandbox. He’s your best friend and you love him like a brother; never noticing once that he was madly in love with you. You arrive for your first day at Seoul National University to start your life on the path your parents planned out for you. You’d calculated all the variables, but never calculated on the one you never saw coming: Woo Jiho.  
A/N: So this is most likely going to be a series. One that I’m actually super excited for (I’m a sucker for College AU’s. For the love of god I can’t stress this enough). I’m basically attempting to write this out like a K-drama. Love triangle and all. Also, I do have a song for this scenario: Sleeping With Sirens – “Scene one – James Dean & Aubrey Hepburn.” Give it a listen and just imagine whoever you want with it. It’s splendid. Special shoutout to @thatzestysoul. You put up with my late night ramblings and helped me until 6 a.m. this morning. No words explain how much I appreciate it.
Genre: Mino x Reader and Zico x Reader
Words: 5572
Disclaimer: As always, the gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners.

Well…this was it. You were now officially a college student at Seoul National University, and your parents couldn’t have been prouder. It’d always been their dream that you’d follow in your father’s footsteps of becoming an engineer. It’s what they’d been pampering you for, for as long as you could remember.

Always attending the best schools - the best after school programs – that prepared you to graduate with honors and scholarships galore. It wasn’t like it hadn’t been hard to focus on your studies. Your father had taken over for a high profile company when you were three; packing up whatever life you would’ve had in the states and moving to Seoul.

You were never sure what life would have been like back in the States. Maybe it would have been easier. Not having to endure countless bullying in schools; made to feel inferior and foreign, constantly. The only friend you’d ever truly made was Song Minho.

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Countless times already Mycroft Holmes has been asked what had happened between him and Sherlock in the past.

They had grown apart at some point, he usually answered with a shrug. There had been…differences.

He had never told anyone the truth. And he was sure that Sherlock hadn’t told it to anyone too. Not even to John. At least not yet.

But Mycroft often thought back to the day, which had driven him and his brother apart. The images were burned into his memory. Indelibly.

It had been a cold winter day…


Mycroft stands before the flat of his little brother and smokes his cigarette to an end. It’s cold. Snow slowly falls on the road in thick flakes. They get caught in Mycroft’s jacket and land wet on his forehead.
He takes a last train and flicks the cigarette carelessly into the snow at his feet, where it burns out with a fleeting glimmer.

Mycroft looks up to the window of Sherlock’s room, and sighs. He takes out his cell phone, hesitates, and then types a short message. When he has sent it, deep shame comes over him.

He doesn’t want to do that. But he has no choice. No one else can do it. No one else will do it. Nobody except him.
He enters the building and walks up the stairs to Sherlocks room.

When he opens the door, he smells a mixture of unpleasant odors. Sweat, unwashed socks and old, rotting fruits…sweet, pungent. He walks over broken glass and crumpled paper. Injecting equipment on the ground. An empty bottle of alcohol on the corner table.

He opens the door to Sherlock’s bedroom.

His brother lies on the bed, his face buried in a pillow. He wears his dressing gown. As Mycroft comes closer, Sherlock groans and mutters something inaudible into the pillow.

“Hello, brother mine,” Mycroft says coldly and crosses his arms over his chest. “How are you?”

Sherlock turns to his side and looks up to him, a mixture of anger and something like shame in his bloodshot eyes.
“I have no desire to talk to you, Mycroft,” he growls hoarsely. “Get out.”

Mycroft considers his brother, sees the circles under his eyes, the dull skin and
the unwashed hair. He looks at Sherlock’s hands and notices that they tremble
slightly. He looks back to Sherlock’s red eyes and takes a deep breath.
“It can not go on this way, Sherlock,” he says seriously. “I won’t watch any longer, how you let yourself go…That’s enough.”

Sherlock lets out a loud snort. “As if you care a damn how I feel!”

Mycroft raises an eyebrow. “Really, Sherlock. What makes you think that? I was always there for you. I was there to help you if there was trouble at school or at university. I was there when you’ve messed up with the wrong people. I was there when you needed money and a room. When did I ever let you down?”

Sherlock stares up at him, and looks for a moment, as if he is a bit touched by
Mycroft’s words, but then the uncontrollable anger covers his pale face again, and he shakes his head violently.
“Yeah, the big and great Mycroft Holmes! The pride of the family, who collects the black sheep off the floor and makes it re-presentable again,” he growls ironical. “I have enough of that, Mycroft. I don’t need you! Go away now. I can take care of myself.”

“No,” Mycroft says quietly. “You can’t take care of yourself, Sherlock. Look at this mess. Look at you. You are addicted and depressed. When
have you eaten the last time? When have you taken a shower the last time? The cocaine has clouded your brain. You need help, Sherlock. I’ll give it to you.”

Sherlock stares at him in disbelief, and then his eyes widen.
“What do you mean?” He asks warily, but Mycroft already turns around and nods towards the two men in nurse clothes which have come softly into the apartment. Sherlock is on his feet the next second, retreats to the wall and shakes his head in disbelief.

“You…You wont do that, you can’t be serious,” he says breathlessly, looking from Mycroft to the men, like an animal in a trap and Mycroft swallows. The sight is too much for him. He looks down to the dirty ground.
“I’m sorry, Sherlock. I’ve never wanted this for you…but it’s the only way. Please go with them peacefully, alright? This clinic is really good, they…”

“No!” Sherlock cries and then he is suddenly right in front of Mycroft and punches him a fist in the face.
He hits Mycroft on the chin and Mycroft groans and staggers a bit backwards, pain flashes through him, both in face and in his interiors. Sherlock has never ever raised his fist against him before…

Before Sherlock can punch him again, the two men grab his arms and wrestle him on the ground with some effort. Sherlock defends himself with all the strength he can muster, but after all he is sick and exhausted and his defense is increasingly weak.

Mycroft holds his chin and looks down on the scene, with a feeling as if his heart is pulled out from his chest, but his face remains hard and expressionless as ever.

He must be strong . He has to hide his feelings behind a shield. It is the only possibility. The only way to save Sherlock.

When Sherlock sees how one of the men pulls a syringe from his pocket, he gets even more panic-stricken and starts to fight again, and now he begins to plead too, and Mycroft closes his eyes. It is too much. The shield dissolves slowly, can be kept only difficult to sustain. An armor with holes…but not yet destroyed. And Mycroft clings to this armor.
He stays hard.

“Please, Mycroft, I will do the detox by myself, I swear it to you, please do not let this happen, please…” 

After the syringe has found a vein in Sherlock’s arm and silences his supplication, he eventually loses consciousness. Mycroft remains rigid stand, as they carry him out. He stands there and he knows Sherlock will never forgive him. No way.

And he is not mistaken.


Sherlock had spent several months in the clinic.
Since then everything between him and Mycroft had been marked by distrust and dislike. Mycroft understood that. He was ready to face the consequences for his actions…
Although it sometimes hurt him, he was glad that he had acted this way then. Sherlock would have probably killed himself otherwise… Now he was alive. And he had friends. And a reason to live. To go on.

Even if their relationship would never be the same again, Mycroft would continue to take care of his little brother. Would continue to hide his feelings behind a shield. Would continue to meet the world with an armor to protect Sherlock…

Because that was his task as big brother…

The Depth of Us

Genre: angst. fluff(?). 

Word Count: 3973

Summary: Jungkook is oblivious to your feelings and as any girlfriend would feel, no matter how selfless, the pain of thinking of your significant other with another girl made your heart ache each time. Jungkook was such an idiot to not notice and always believed you were just fine.

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One Direction Preferences #10 Royalty AU



NOTE: Unfortunately due to the high-stress levels that I’m currently facing with revision for my upcoming exams. I’m unsure if I’ll be able to post an imagine or something before/during the exam time slots that I have. I’m sorry but hopefully, I’ll be able to put up something during those two weeks for you guys xx. 

Harry: It was a bright afternoon, the sun gleamed down on the gardens below where butlers and garden workers were busy preparing for the afternoon tea party that the Royals had prepared. You stood quietly on a balcony that allowed you to watch the scene unfold: maids bringing out countless platters of sweet delights and a large cake was placed in the centre of the table. A sigh escaped your lips as you watched, your taste-buds melting at the idea of warm chocolate in your stomach. 

You were stuck in a new formal dress that your handmaidens had picked out for you, a lavender gown with pink flowers sewn across the waist – where the dress began to flare out forming a slight trail behind you as you walked gracefully across the concrete floors of the castle. You were only a guest for the Royal party this evening, a princess of the neighbouring land that was sent to this party to help keep the young prince company. 

That was when you spotted him sitting further away from the hustle of castle workers. He sat alone, in his own thoughts underneath the flower gazebo which seemed to be the only place to get some quiet alone time out in the gardens at this time of day. He seemed lonely yet comfortable in the silence that embraced him, a smile on his face as he leant against the sturdy wooden structure of the gazebo and breathed in the summer scent of the blossomed flowers. 

“He’s a little confusing. I can never really understand what he finds so pleasant about sitting in that old thing.” The Queen spoke as she joined you out on the balcony – she too was already dressed in the royal colours of her kingdom: gold and red. She looked beautiful, catching you off guard as you immediately curtsied once you realised she was now standing beside you. 

“I believe my Queen that he finds such comfort in being alone from time to time and taking in the sights around him.” You replied with the utmost respect for Harry’s mother who smiled gently at you. It pleased you to know that she enjoyed having you spend time with her family in the presence of her palace. You’ve always had an urge to stay with the prince, finding it hard to watch him be in the presence of other princesses or young ladies of upper-class families. You were the only one who knew how he really way, watching him grow up in the shadow of his father who ruled over the great kingdom. The man that helped create the alliance of peace between his kingdom and your father’s, it was the reason why the two of you grew so close – an option that the two king’s had to keep the peace, to help reunite the kingdoms as one through their own children. 

“(Y/N) why don’t you go and talk to him. It might be best for you two to spend some time together before the guests start to arrive.” The Queen requested as you lifted your head from your hands, a delighted expression on your glowing face. She knew that there was growing feelings for the two of you and that the future of the two kingdoms was to soon be handed down to the pair of you anyways. She’d rather have you and Harry be rulers of this and your own kingdom one day than have another young lady join the family from begging self-absorbed rich people.

“It would be my pleasure, your highness.” You curtsied before her then began making your way out to the gardens to find Harry who was now waiting patiently for your arrival. The Queen watched on with a smile on her face as Harry quickly stood up to grab your waist and twirl you in the air, smiles on both your faces as she witnessed first hand what the future rulers of the two kingdoms would look like side-by-side. 

Niall: You could feel the warm embrace of the moonlight as you stood beside your parents dressed in a white dress that had been passed down through generations of your kingdom’s princess’. It still had the same look of grace as it did back when it was first created – a picture in the castle that had portraits of each member of the royal family: past and present. Tonight the dress had a slight lavender undertone from the light of the moon when it glistened on the fabric, your hands rested against the front of your dress as you watched the guests of the ball start dancing to celebrate your crowning as the princess to the kingdom. 

“Your majesty, may I present Prince Niall of the North.” One of the royal guards spoke from the base of the stairs that sat the throne of the royal couple. Your father bowed his head and allowed the prince to walk up to meet them, your eyes following him as he stood tall whilst walking up the stairs in before your parents. Niall smiled at you sweetly as you blushed profoundly whilst waiting for the reason for his introduction to your father.

“King, I ask for permission to dance with your daughter this evening.” Niall requested, bowing his head to show his respect and placement in the royal hierarchy of your kingdom. The King looked over at you with a smile on his face before placing a hand on Niall’s shoulder, helping the prince to stand before reaching out for you hand for him to place in Niall’s. You curtsied at your father before allowing Niall to guide you down the stairs and through the sea of people that had gathered around the now empty dance floor. 

Niall bowed at you whilst you curtsied in reply, the echoing sound of the orchestra starting to perform a new tune in the background. He placed one hand in your left whilst the other on your waist, your other hand rested on top of his shoulder as he began to lead the ballroom dance that you had grown so accustomed to. Your eyes never leaving one another’s as you let the music take control of your bodies. 

“You have a beautiful dress.” Niall complimented as you both steadily danced around the room, ignoring the gazes of each guest who had come to witness your coronation. You thanked him as you kept your poise and put into practice what your handmaidens have been teaching you for so long, “It perfectly captures the colours of the moons glimmer.”

“It’s been passed down through generations. Everything has been altered to fit my shape but the original design - and everything on it is from the first princess’ time of coronation.” You replied a smile on your face as Niall raise his arm to twirl you, your dress in response began to fan out resulting with an awe from the crowd. Niall pulled you closer to his body this time but you didn’t mind, it was fun for you to put into practice what you had been taught. And you knew what your parents had been planning for you ever since you became a teenager – an arranged marriage. 

“Just so you know Princess, I think that you look beautiful and one day you’ll make an amazing Queen. Whether that be by my side is entitled to your father and my own.” Niall spoke releasing his hold on your body and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand once the song had ceased, and everyone in the room began to applaud at your showcase of beauty and grace when dancing with the young prince. “Until next time my love.”

Louis: Every summer, your family would host a Polo match against the neighbouring country in order to raise money for charity. From other members of rich families, to those in the higher classes as well as royals who had children that could potentially lead to marriage between yourself and their sons. However this year was different, you had already been matched with Louis from the prestigious kingdom that was only across the water from your own. He had insisted on playing this year against your own father, saying that it was nothing but to commemorate the respect that he had for both your father and your kingdom. 

“Beautiful day, isn’t it milady?” One of your maidens spoke, putting down a glass of champagne on your table as you turned to look at her from beneath your headpiece. You smiled gracefully at her before turning your attention back to the multiple players from around the country who were going to play alongside your father for the polo game. You couldn’t see either Louis or your father so you assumed that they were still getting ready with their horses, but your gaze turned to your mother who was sitting beside you with a strong demeanour that showed off her pride of her kingdom and husband – sitting beside her was your fiancé’s parents, who were beaming with joy much like the summer sun. 

“Pardon me your highness, but Prince Louis has asked for your presence before the game begins.” Another maid asked as she bent down to whisper the comment. You nodded and excused yourself from your mother before following behind the maid who led you towards the stables, there you could see Louis dressed in a red polo shirt with his royal emblem sewed into the front and his horse being groomed down beside him. 

“There you are, my love!” Louis called out, quickly walking over to you and pulling you into his arms. You smiled warmly at him as he led you towards his horse, trying to keep up with him in your dress and heels. You had spent time with Louis grooming his horse before as well as watching him compete in many competitions and the outcome was always in his favour. “I just wanted to spend some time with you before the match started.”

“It’s nice to know that I’m being thought of, although I do hope that you aren’t going to embarrass my father too terribly.” You replied with honesty, it was making you nervous if Louis ended up beating your father and made him seem almost unworthy for the leader of the kingdom’s polo team. Louis kissed your cheek in a way to ease your nerves, you leaned closer towards him as he assured you that he wouldn’t dare try to embarrass your king and his kingdom. 

“Don’t be prepared for the match to be won easily, Louis.” Your father called out as he walked out of the stables with his horse standing grandly by his side being held onto by one of the stableboy’s. You turned your head towards your father as Louis bowed deeply in respect of his higher nobleman. “My dear (Y/N), I hope you aren’t torn over who’s side to root for. But I’ve never been more proud for your betrothed, I hope that you two will be able to combine all of these lands with peace and unity. Your engagement marks a turn in history for all of us.” 

You both thanked your father as he carried on walking towards the field, warming up his horse for the long day ahead of them. You turned back to Louis who pecked your lips quickly, encouraging you to go back to the tent so that you’d be able to watch the game. “I promise if I win this, it’ll all be because of you.” He quickly got onto his horse whilst his stableboy led you back to your seat where you’d be able to watch the game with the best seats and also the warm feeling in your heart knowing how much you two truly loved one another. 

Liam: Whenever you could, you would always be there for the people of your country that was how things were supposed to be. You were seen as the ‘people’s princess’. Today was much like every other day when you had to do your duties but instead, you were going to be visiting orphaned children and not by yourself for once – with your boyfriend, Prince Liam. He had told you countless of times that he wanted to go along with you for charity work just to be able to cherish the moments that he had beside you.

You waved to the masses of people who were waiting outside of the orphanage for the arrival of yourself and Prince Liam who stood tall beside you, holding tightly to your hand as he guided you up the stairs being careful of the obstacles that could harm you in any way. When you had reached the top you instantly crouched down to greet the younger children who made your heart ache from how gracious they were for being alone during the Christmas season. Liam greeted the owner of the orphanage as well as a few workers and some of the children, he stopped to wave and avoided looking towards the cameras where he knew people were trying to encourage him to take the centre spotlight away from the orphanage. 

“We shall give you a tour of the place and from there hope that you are able to encourage the children’s happiness during these harder times.” The owner of the orphanage said, walking alongside you and Liam as she led you into the large building. You greeted children as you walked past them and asked multiple questions as to how old they were and some of their backstories, as you mourned for their sadness when they were unable to spend Christmas with happy families. 

“Excuse me?” A little boy asked grabbing your attention immediately as he stood before the three of you. He handed you a picture from what you could only assume was drawn by himself, Liam bent down to give the boy a hug and held out his hand for the little one to take if he wanted to escort you around the orphanage with the little knowledge that he had on everything else from his past family and what he wanted for the future. “Someday, I’m going to be with a happy family and I want to grow up to become an astronaut.”

“Well look at you, already have your life planned out for you. Is there anything that you would like for Christmas from Santa?” Liam asked as he sat next to the little boy who had grown fond of Liam as you carried on talking to the older orphans who lived in the home. The little boy was quiet for a little while before shaking his head, a wide smile on his face as he looked between you and Liam.

“I’m happy already with the both of you visiting us.” Your heart leaped as you looked over at Liam who also had a look of happiness on his face with tears building in his eyes. Even after all that the little boy had been through, just from the charity work that you do it always brought a feeling of happiness over you when you realise how doing something small was able to change the lives of those less fortunate around you. 

“Inexorably Drawn to You” or 3 things that strike me in the TFA novelisation - from a romance writer’s perspective.

Hey guys.

You know me. or maybe you don’t. I am Ellie, I’m a writer (fanfic, unpublished but eh…I’ve been doing this since I was fourteen, which is over ten years at this point - I am getting very old). And as you should know, I am first and foremost writing romance stories. 

In all my writing years, I’ve written countless romances, meet-cutes with super-fast infatuations, slow burns, friendship leading to interest, leading to sexy times, whathaveyou. I’ve also written enemies to lovers, a whole fucking lot

So I know a little bit about how to drop little hints very early on in the story that the animosity between the two people we are watching hate each other fervently are not going to do so forever.

If you work under that premise, you find multiple ways of establishing the fact that there is something simmering beneath all the hate and rivalry you’re exploring in the first act of your story. 

note: [usually a 3-acter in these circumstances: act 1: establish connection, fester some reciprocated loathing // act 2: turn the tables, things are changing, our heroes discover different sides to each other, maybe spend a long time reliant on each other and mostly alone (GO SEE the movie LEAP YEAR FUCKING HELL, go do it! It’s a prime example of enemies to lovers if I’ve ever seen one) // act 3: they own up to their feelings for each other, we get a kiss or a day or two of fluffy shit and then something happens that threatens to tear them apart again, something to overcome before they get their HEA]

So, this past weekend I’ve been in London (sitting at a Costa in St.Pancrass right now hehe) and went to Forbidden Planet to buy some Star Wars crap and instead read the Reylo-bits in the TFA novelisation by the shelf like a word-thief and I noticed 3 (three, THREE) literary tricks used in those scenes which I would have used just the same had that been my enemies-to-lovers-act-1-writing.

1. “This gives me no pleasure” - And all it entails.

Disclaimer: There is a part in this argument that many, many, many people on here will hate and will want to misconstrue, misunderstand and burn my house down for it. You will know it when it comes on and I implore you to PLEASE read my words of explanation and keep your pitchforks holstered, thank you.

Throughout all of Rey’s and Kylo’s interactions, Kylo doesn’t tire of saying how he does not want or wish to hurt Rey and that he wants her to comply so he won’t have to. He says “I will go as easily as I can” and “This gives me no pleasure” before he mind-probes her. 

If I was writing their scenes as a first act to what would later become an enemies-t-lovers-romance, I would lay the groundwork establishing a way back for both the characters in their being shitty assholes to each other. So we can all back paddle together later and understand why these carnal enemies are suddenly locking lips.

In more traditional stories you would give both enemies a reason to be shitty (example: “You’ve got mail” - this asshole corporation-greedbag is forcing my wonderfully lovely little bookshop off the market, I will be a colossal dick to him” while, and this is important, maintaining some boundaries, like: “I will be an ass to him but I won’t push him into oncoming traffic or, more realistically, here is the guy who I hate because he is destroying my livelihood but he’s having a really shitty day so I’m gonna lay off of him, because I’m not that much of a monster.

In terms of Reylo, this is Kylo, rehashing time and time again that he does not want to hurt her. That is something I, as a writer, would call to later. That this man never had any fun hurting this woman. That is the foundation on which the second act will be built on.

AND there is another hint pointing in that direction (the direction being: we need way back for Kylo, a reason why he can be forgiven) and that’s the frequent repetition of how Rey is hurting while he rummages through her brain.

I am not kidding here; every single time it’s mentioned that Rey is hurting from that its in some version of this:

“Rey strained under the pain OF RESISTING HIM”



This is the dangerous ground I talked about in the disclaimer and I’m sure you can already see why. Because this reads, if you look at it with tumblr’s eyes, like duper obvious victim-blaming. 

“Rey was only in pain because she tried to fight it.”

Which is horrible, obviously, a terrible concept and a terrible thing to say: You only hurt because you were trying to fight it, had you let it happen, it wouldn’t have hurt. 

This, in the context of sexual violence, is fucking terrible and should not be a message communicated in a movie like Star Wars. 

BUT if we take off the tumblr goggles, and especially the ones that ant*s like to don when looking at Reylo and desexualise their interactions connected to the mind-probing, we will have to look at the intention behind those sentences and how they play together with the “I don’t want to hurt you”-postulations.

Because it’s just another way of showing: Kylo does not want to hurt her, truly and he wouldn’t if it was just him. Had Rey been placid, she wouldn’t have been in pain, had she let him get the information willingly, she wouldn’t have suffered. The pain derived from trying to lock him out of her head - Rey hurt herself trying to shut him out. 

PLEASE LOOK AT THIS SENTENCE OUTSIDE OF A SEXUAL/SEXUALLY VIOLENT CONTEXT! It is a form of violence but it is not sexual - or at least, I don’t think it was intended to be perceived or received as sexual. This might have happened and that might as well be another horrible thing - with coded sexual violence as a plot-device yadda yadda, that’s another post.

It comes out the same. 

Kylo did not want to hurt her, this is evidenced in both his words and actions and very, very deliberately written to reflect that.

2. “There is…something” - A lot of it.

This is a short point, because it’s very obvious. 

From memory, I can account at least three instances in their shared scenes where one or the other remarked about something ‘special’ about either the other person (Kylo about Rey) or the connection they seem to have (Rey & Kylo).

This is another thing I would do to establish that whatever is going on between our hateful heroes is going somewhere…what can I say…special.

3. “Drawn to – you” - aka Club-you-over-the-head-obvious

“…she felt herself inexorably drawn to– to–

‘You,’ she said. ‘You’re afraid that you will never be as strong as Darth Vader.’”

This is a direct quote from the book. Let’s look at it again, shall we?

“…she felt herself inexorably drawn to– to–

‘You,’ she said. ‘You’re afraid that you will never be as strong as Darth Vader.’”

And now read this and realise what part of the two sentences sticks with you. I’m pretty sure you will find it’s this:

Inexorably drawn to you


This is deliberate. Do you know why? Because the ‘you’ is purposefully added right after the ‘to–’ so it serves as a completion of the unfinished sentence and then is set apart by the rest of the sentence by the interjection of ‘she said’. 

Had this not been intentional, the scene could or should have read:

“…she felt herself inexorably drawn to– to–

“You are afraid that you will never be as strong as Darth Vader,” she said.”

This would illustrate that she has been drawn to this piece of information just fine and it would have disrupted the previously started sentence like only a new piece of information can disrupt a train of thought. 

But the way it is written, it is not a disruption of a thought, it’s its completion. It’s a ploy. It’s foreshadowing. It’s a hint.

It’s exactly what I would do if I was writing this and that’s because I’ve seen it done a million times. It’s because I then went on to use it myself.

It’s why I was standing by the book shelf at Forbidden Planet and made a face at that damn book because FUCK YOU. I see what you are doing, I see what is happening, I see the groundwork you’re laying there.

No matter what will happen with Kylo and Rey, no matter what plans are final, their scenes in the novel and thus in the original script are setting up an enemies-to-lovers or at least keeping the door for it wide open and there’s nothing anyone can do about it, because it’s already been done.

It’s already in motion. Do with this what you will.

love story (m)

Genre : Angst | Some fluff | Smut (brief mention) | Prince!Jimin | Jimin x Reader

Words: 5K

Description : He, the son of your father’s rival, prince of the opposing district and your bestfriend, meets up with you in your hideout after months. The secret you keep is destined to alter your future - yours and his - but he have other plans. 

A/N: I wrote this a while ago, when blood sweat and tears came out and hands down Jimin looked like a prince. it’s kind of short, but i tried my best to improve my writing (although i’m still working on it since english is not my native), so i hope you like it. 

Originally posted by fyibts

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A/N: Woooow, I didn’t expect all these positive comments. Thank You so much everyone.

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Requested by anonymous

Oh god, this took so long again. I’m sorry :<

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

I do not own the gif.

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Requested by two lovely Anons: 

-y/n is johns daughter, and she begins to learn from deduction and stuff from Sherlock. she gets pretty good at it and actually helps out with their cases, until it puts her I danger.

-Hi! This is my first time requesting/messaging anyone! I think that you are such an amazing writer, and whenever you have the time could you please write a Sherlock x reader one-shot where after a year of the reader being missing Sherlock finally finds her. She had been kidnap by Moriarty and for that year Moriarty would beat and torture her and now she as a form of PTSD, one night she has a particularly bad nightmare and when she wakes up sobbing Sherlock holds her and they get it on? Thank you

Changed each of the requests slightly, but this should all work out in the end

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