i hope this is what you had in mind dear

  • : : PROPS TO @GLANCETOTHESEA FOR THIS ONE
  • ~~
  • *Rosamund's christening*
  • Molly: *worried* They made us godparents. Do you know what that means?
  • Sherlock: *on his phone*
  • Molly: If John and Mary die, we're Rosie's legal guardians! *panicking* I don't know how to care for a baby, Sherlock!
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *bites her lip* I mean, books can only tell you so much! *groans* we'll have to teach her everything. She'll want to know about sex...you can handle the drugs talk as long as you tell her it's bad.
  • Sherlock: *glances at her*
  • Molly: *wide-eyed* She'd want to know how they died. What if it was gruesome? Do we sugar-coat it? I mean, they were her parents.
  • Sherlock: *blinks* Molly-
  • Molly: *shakes her head* What if they went to a forest and got lost and fell in a wood chipper? Or mauled by bears? We can't tell her that. And we can't-
  • Sherlock: *amused* Molly. John and Mary aren't actually dead.
  • Molly: *smiles awkwardly* You think I'm overreacting.
  • Sherlock: *looks back at his phone* Yes, I do.
  • Molly: *sighs* I know, I'm sorry. That was awful...it's just...I want them to know they made the right decision.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Of course they did. They're not idiots *puts his phone away* and if it's practice you need, look no further *smiles*
  • Molly: *chuckles* Yeeeeeeah, I think if I started considering our meetings as babysitting, I'd be in a lot of trouble *playfully pokes him*
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Not Rosamund. Our baby.
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Plenty of time to think about it *walks of, smirking* do hurry, Molly, there's a cab waiting.
  • Molly: *slowly follows him*

Mystic Messenger Fanfic: Kingdom of Words

Pairing: Saeran/MC

Rating: G

Other places to read: AO3

This fic is a gift to @an-ambivalent! I’m one of your @mystic-messenger-secret-santa (the mysterious anon hihi) :3 Sorry this is so late, dear! I tried to include as many of your preferences as I could, so I hope you enjoy this not so small fic I wrote for you ♥


The first time the words appeared on Saeran’s arm, he panicked. His only warning had been a warm, itchy sensation that’d made him look down, only to find a black scribble on his skin.

Can you see this?

He screamed. He couldn’t help it - as much as he rubbed, the words wouldn’t come off, nor did his hand get dirty with ink. Saeyoung rushed to his side, eyes wide, but once Saeran explained what was wrong, he hesitated, his gaze fixed at the point where Saeran could see the dark words in stark contrast against his reddened skin.

“I can’t see anything, Saeran.”

Before Saeran could process what Saeyoung had said, their mother came. He should’ve excpected it, should’ve known better than to make so much noise. His ears hurt with her screams, louder than his own; still, he tried reaching her - arm extended, he tried telling her about the words, tried asking her what they meant.

His only answer were two days without food, getting by with only the scraps Saeyoung managed to sneak him behind their mother’s back.

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@diepjun… this scene was so heartwarming I had to write a letter. It’s directly inspired by the late Johnny Cash. U ready? ^^


“Dear Sweet, Beautiful Carrots.

We will get old and maybe one day get used to each other. We think alike. We read each other’s mind. We know what the other wants without asking. I might “sometimes” irritate you a little bit. And maybe take you for granted.

But once in a while, like today, I mediate on a clothful of blueberries and I realise.

How lucky I am to share my life with the greatest bunny I have ever met. From that fateful day, you still fascinate and inspire me. You influence me for the better. You are the object of my desire, The Number 1 Zootopian reason for my existence.

Happy Valentine’s Day Judy. I love you so so much. Thank you for saving my life all those years ago.

Your Loving Fox,
Nicholas Piberius Wilde.
🦊”

aerica13  asked:

Hey Truffles! I promised myself that if I shook off my mope about spoken thesis criticisms from class today and just powered through the written criticism like I needed to (which I did somehow, hooray!) I'd ask you, when you had the time, to write up some Valentines Day headcanons (like the Olivarry ones you posted earlier but) for either Westallen or Coldflash, I'd be happy with either - if, of course, you don't mind! Hope you're having a wonderful day <3

Congratulations, my dear!  I’m proud of you for powering through it.  Tell you what, I’ll split the difference and give you both!

Westallen.

  • Iris loves those little heart-shaped candies, so at lunch Barry stops by CCPN and brings her a bag.  She leaves her favorites on his desk at work, including: “U R A 10,” “Be My Hero,” “<3 of Gold.”  He’s blushing all day.
  • Barry brings Iris to pick out flowers because he’s so petting-the-back-of-his-neck indecisive and “You’re not allergic to tulips, are you?”  Iris laughs and goes for a couple succulents (one for home and one for her work desk).  (A rose still ends up on her pillow at home.  “Huh, how’d that get there?” Barry asks, feigning surprise.)
  • Iris notices that Barry smells like other people’s perfumes after spending most of the day in costume, accepting hugs.  A quick hug on the streets becomes a much, much more enjoyable cuddle later after he showers, finally smelling less like the city and more like him.
  • Wine doesn’t actually affect him, but he sure likes how affectionate and easy-to-laugh it makes Iris.  A shared dinner is the best way to end a busy day.
  • Well, maybe not end the day.

Coldflash.

  • Len is allergic to most holidays, but Barry is Captain “It’s Valentine’s Day!” so his first act of the day is to break open an entire bag of heart-shaped confetti over Len as part of his wake-up call.
  • In retaliation Len bleaches his suit.  It turns salmon-pink.  (“Len?  Where’s my suit?”)  When he finds it Barry wears it anyway.  (“It’s festive!”)
  • Len drags his lovey-dovey boyfriend off the streets – are you actually holding babies now – into a side-alley so he can tell Barry that his teeth are caramelizing just looking at Barry.  “Gross,” Barry says, smiling as he puts his arms around Cold’s parka-covered shoulders.  “What’s your damage?  Valentine’s Day is sweet.”
  • To prove it, there’s a rather eyebrow-raising quantity of chocolate-filled boxes delivered to the Rogues’ hideout.  “I love this guy,” Mick deadpans, already halfway through a box.  “Keep him.”  Lisa’s polishing off another box, and it’s like the whole family is dating Barry, honestly.
  • But it is damn good chocolate.  So Len hits the panic button on his phone – “Where’s the fire?” Barry asks, Flashing into sight a second later – and says, “We’re going shopping.”  Pleasantly surprised, Barry dresses down and lets Len lead the way.  They get a scruffy yellow lab at the shelter.  Best Valentine’s Day ever.
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31 Best Fics Of 2016:

↳ 24.- All I Wish Not To Remember by @avocadolouie (71k)

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…

Revenge.

[Halloween] Wonho Scenario - ‘It isn’t over yet’

Requested by a lovely anon <3

*Don’t own the gif/s yo*

Author: Dreamer

*Admin Note* Note to Anon: Dear, Anon. Hello! I just wanted to take a moment to sincerely apologize for this taking me so long to write. I really wanted to get this out before Halloween, but, long story short, college has taken over my life. This probably isn’t the scenario you had in mind when you read that prompt, but for whatever reason this is what I automatically thought of. I hope it doesn’t disappoint you!

“I can’t believe you talked me into this, Wonho.” You complained bitterly, wrapping both of your arms around your boyfriends bicep and pulling him to you tightly. This was the fourth haunted attraction that Wonho had dragged you to this Halloween, and you, being absolutely terrified of anything scary in general, were not looking forward to it.

“Hey, you agreed to come along!” Wonho protested, laughing lightly as your grip on him tightened. “Besides, you’re cute when you’re scared. I’d also like to mention the fact that I’m totally only doing this so that you’ll be super vulnerable and hold onto me all night. It’s like seducing 101.”

Even though you knew he was joking, you looked at Wonho angrily, narrowing your eyes at him as you swiftly removed your grip from his arm and began gesturing at the surrounding woods, hoping to get your point across. “Yeah, well, I must be sexy as hell then because this is terrifying!”

Wonho was an adrenaline junkie, especially during Halloween, and because of that you were used to attending the occasional haunted house here and there. But a haunted trail in the middle of the woods? You had never heard of such a thing, and for whatever reason, whether it was the fact that it was unfamiliar or the fact that it had a more realistic feel to it, this haunted trail was a thousand times scarier than any haunted house you had ever been to.

“Come on,” Wonho laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist gently, pulling you into a back hug as he attempted to lead you guys forward. “I got you.”

You and Wonho continued to walk through the haunted trail, jump scares and the loud sound of chainsaws coming from every corner. Wonho still had his arms wrapped around your waist and you couldn’t help but lean into him as he continuously lead you forward, barley giving you a second to breath after every time something came out and scared you. It was times like these that you really wished you had just an ounce of Wonho’s bravery and love for all things creepy.  

As you continued down the dark and foggy path, quickly following the other attendants in front of you, you randomly felt yourself go stiff, the feeling of being watched taking over your body. You looked around, hoping that whatever actor that was planning on scaring you next would just jump out and do it already, but they didn’t. It was silent. Completely and utterly silent.

“Just do it alre-” You started to scream, frustration taking over and your desire to leave getting bigger and bigger. That’s when, all of a sudden, a huge roar rang through the air, the sound of a chainsaw no further than 2 feet away from your ear, air blowing against the side of your head as it started to get to close for comfort. You looked up, your eyes widening and a scream immediately escaping your lips, the sight in front of you one of the scariest you’d ever seen.

There, no further than a foot away, was a man dressed in all black, fake innards protruding from various holes in the dark turtle neck displayed on his upper body. There was blood. Lot’s of it. It stained the clothes, it stained his face, it even ran down his arms from under his shirt and onto his hands. It was so simple, but it was so realistic. He looked like he had been mauled by a bear, tried to get away, fell into a bear trap, and then was mauled by an additional 3 bears before he got away. It was horrifying.

“Ahhh!” You screamed, immediately turning around and burying your face into Wonho’s chest. You could feel him shaking slightly from laughter, but you could also tell that he was just as surprised as you were, the rapid feel of his heartbeat pulsating against your skin.

“Go away!” You continued, your eyelashes brushing against the red material of Wonho’s shirt as you refused to look away from his chest, afraid of what you may end up seeing again.

Wonho laughed, taking a good 15 seconds to rub your back gently. “He’s gone, Y/N.”

You peeked open your eyes, slowly rotating your head to look beside you. When you finally convinced yourself that nothing was there other than pure darkness, you removed your head from Wonho’s chest, doing yet another double take on the perimeter around you.

“Let’s go home.” You stated blankly, completely done with everything about this haunted trail.

“It isn’t over, yet.” Wonho persisted, giving you a confused expression.

“I don’t want to be here anymore, Wonho.” You whined, grabbing his hand tightly. “I know I get scared easy, but I always do these things with you, and they, admittedly, always end up being kind of fun. But this… this isn’t fun! That guy looked like he was mauled by a bear and he had a chainsaw way to close to my head for comfort. It may be fake and all, and I may sound like a complete and utter baby for saying this, but I’m sorry, I’m not cool with that.”

“I know you’re scared, Y/N, and I’m sorry, but there’s not really anything I can do.” Wonho said, a look of sadness and guilt washing over his features as he realized just how terrified you were.

“We signed a paper saying that we were aware of everything that would be happening during this trail, remember.” He continued, “Besides we can literally almost see the entire exit from here and even if we did turn back there’s going to be just as many scares going in that direction as there would be going the way we are now. Let’s just finish this. It will take 3 minutes tops.”

You looked at Wonho and breathed in deeply, knowing that what he was saying was right. You had already made it this far, and no matter what you do you’ll end up being scared. It’s not like a helicopter could just come down and pick you up on the spot. You might as well finish what you started.

“Fine…” You hissed, gripping Wonho’s arm tightly, keeping your eyes on the ground as you charged forward, refusing to look at anything but the dirt below you.

“But I swear to God, Wonho.” You continued, your nails slightly digging into the soft skin of his hand. “If another person comes at me with a chainsaw there will be no sex for 3 weeks. Minimum.”

iamonlyfrogo  asked:

xsending twice cause tumblr's annoying // Hey there! I just recently watched a lets play of 15 and loved it. I also really like how detailed your matchups are! Mind if I grab a match? You can find my info here - bit (.) ly/matchupk . Thanks! I appreciate the time and effort you put into what you write. Love, love, love that.

Hello my dear! I love watching let’s plays, especially when I’m taking a bath or in the gym, haha! I had so much information to work with for you, so I really hope you like your match :) Enjoy!

Your match is:

Ignis Scientia

And here, my darlin’, is why:

»  Everyone loves a Hufflepuff. Everyone. I’ve always seen Iggy as a Ravenclaw, and holy hell if that isn’t the rarest pairing. And also the best, like honestly the two of you would be that hella adorable couple thats Goals™

» On your days off you usually go picnicking if it’s a nice day, reading or watching clouds together. You can also be found mischievously playing hide and seek in the library or getting hopelessly lost at some market together.

» The last thing did happen— after half an hour of trying to find Ignis, he found you at the mouth of some alley. Gently pushing you back against a rough brick wall, he proceeded to, in his words, “ravish you".

»  You’re like a breath of fresh air to Iggy. Levelheaded, resourceful, reasonable and mature? More times a week than can be counted on two hands he asks the gods what in the name of Eos he did to deserve you (something tells you it was putting up with Noctis’ eating habits and hygiene his entire life).

»  You easily forget things… and it happens a lot… but have no fear. Ignis’ mind is has sharp as a sword and not prone to forgetting much— you can thank Noctis and his busy schedule for that. In the quiet hours after everyone’s fallen asleep, Iggy will stay up with you and give you little helpful tidbits and games to help exercise your mind. If they worked for him, why not you? Lately the pair of you have taken up trading riddles, and hot damn is Iggy good at them. 

»  Speaking of staying up late, the pair of you look forward to long, deep talks that take you into the early morning and usually end with you cuddled against Iggy’s firm chest… still talking, your mind a whirring cog. At that point he’ll hum his replies and rub your back, softly willing you to get some well-earned rest. The boys totally rag on Iggy for ruining his sleep schedule to be lovey-dovey, but he always assures them it’s completely worth it. 

»  It’s not uncommon for you to take a spontaneous nap— a quality that solidified you and the Prince as fast friends back in Insomnia. It was actually through him that you met Ignis. Whether it was you and Noct persuading him to sit down and watch a movie after school, or him shaking you gently awake to let you guys know dinner was ready, slowly your little interactions with the Prince’s advisor turned into something more.

»  You’re a mom friend, he’s a mom friend, enough said. 

»  Really though, it really does take some pressure off his shoulders knowing that there’s someone else he can rely on to make sure no one dies.

»  Ignis can be a little uptight sometimes— after all, he does have a Prince to keep alive— so it helps that you’re slow to stress. After one particularly grueling day Prompto almost caused a civil war after his shirt accidentally caught the pan handle and ripped dinner right off the stove. “The world’s too big to be uptight”, you’d whispered in Iggy’s ear before planting a smooch on his forehead… then his nose… then his mouth. You didn’t relent until he rolled his eyes and cracked a small smile, and by that time Gladio and Prom had returned from the closest Kenny Crow diner with takeout. Noct slept through the whole thing. 

»  You don’t like confrontation, and unlike hotheaded Gladio, Ignis is more of a calm and collected type of guy. He prefers to deal with things in a rationale manner, without all that yelling nonsense that only serves to stir up peoples emotions further.

»  You do everything by the book… Ignis not so much. Which threw you for a loop the first time you realized. Sure he has duties that need attending, but more often than not Specs is the one to spice things up a bit, pun intended.

»  You both like to deviate from what is normal, whether that be Iggy suggesting going the long route on a hike or drive, or you wanting to take over cooking for the night.

»  Traveling with the boys across Eos is an adventure you’ve always dreamt about. Plus it provides plenty of opportunities for dad joke competitions out the wahzoo. It’s always a tie between you and Iggy.

Match!asks are closed for now guys! ☾

Jack Johnson and Cameron Dallas - Friendly Feud

So I got a request, but I don’t have it because I answered the requester privately, and I didn’t save the request before it (because I’m a dumbass), but it was about Jack J and Cameron and she asked for a longer one, and basically this is like three times longer than my usual imagines. I hope it’s enough! And I hope you had something like that in your mind dear requester!

MASTERLIST

What could go wrong if I spend a week with a bunch of Vine stars?

This is what I thought when I said I would do an article about five boys who earned fame through social media. I had been working at this magazine for a year and I was waiting for the opportunity to get a big story, and this was it, so there was no way I was going to give it to anyone else. I needed it so I could get bigger stories later. I wanted to show what I was capable of and if it meant that I had to follow Jack Johnson, Cameron Dallas, Jack Gilinsky, Nash Grier and Hayes Grier for an entire week, then let it be! I was ready to do anything. Even make some trouble accidentally.

Monday, 8:02 am, and I was late. I was running down the street I had as the address where I had to meet with the boys. When I reached the right house and I succeeded in getting in, I run up the stairs, because I was too stupid to use the elevator and finally reached my destination. I rang the bell and waited for them to answer it while trying to catch my breath.

The door opened and revealed a half naked guy with the bluest eyes I have ever seen, and one second later another bright blue pair of eyes met mine.

“Y/N? Come in!” The first one greeted me and held the door for me.

“Sorry for being late, I had a rough morning,” I said fixing my hair and looking around. This apartment was at least two times bigger than mine and it was more than obvious that boys were living there. Boxers on the floor, lonely boxes of cereals everywhere and different type of consoles were on the table.

“It’s okay, take a seat wherever you want,” he said escorting me in.

“Can we all sit down to a table? It would be the best,” I suggested and he nodded.

“Guys! Diner, everyone, now!” he shouted and three more guy appeared. Everyone went to the diner where there was a big table. We all sat down, I took out all my papers and when I was done, I looked around.

“I will sound stupid, but can you all introduce yourselves? I don’t know you that much yet,” I said smiling , and feeling a bit awkward.

“I’m Nash,” the taller, blue eyed one said.

“And I’m Hayes,” the other one said.

“I’m Cameron,” continued the one sitting next to Hayes. He had brown eyes and hair and such beautiful skin, any girls would have been jealous of him.

“I’m Jack, but call me Johnson,” the blonde waved at me.

“And I’m also Jack, but call meg Gilinsky,” the last one said smiling widely at me. I knew a lot of information about them and now I could tell them apart.

“Okay. Thank you. My name is Y/N and I will be the annoying stalker that will follow you this week,” I said laughing, because it was true. They grinned at me, but didn’t know that I was serious about it. I was 100% that they will have enough of me by the end of the week.

“What we have to do now is to check out if everything is good in our schedule and then the fun can start, okay?”

We went through every event we had and discussed every question and problem we had. They were surprisingly serious about this whole project. I thought they would just make a joke out of everything but I was wrong. As long as we were talking about serious things, they all were paying attention to me.

“Does anyone have any questions?” I asked when we got to the end of everything. No one said anything. “Good. Now I’m all about to see what you guys do when you are not out there in front of everyone.”

I had the chance to see what happens when you have five Viners in one apartment and they all got their phone. I watched them make their new videos, they filmed some Vines and then a YouTube video, while I was doing my job and wrote down everything I saw and experienced.

I had a call from my boss, so I went into one of the rooms. She just wanted to know how everything went with the boys and I was proud to say everything was more than okay.

“Okay, good, I’m looking forward to see what you are capable of,” she said and I couldn’t help but smile.

“I will email my first notes tonight.”

“Perfect, talk to you later!” And with that she hung up on me.

I turned around to go back, but I bumped into someone. It was Cameron.

“Oh, sorry, is this your room?” I asked looking around.

“Yeah,” he smirked and walked to his nightstand grabbing his phone from it.

“I didn’t mean to walk into your private space, I just…” I started, but he waved at me in dismiss.

“No problem, it’s not like I have anything to hide other than my dirty clothes here.” He smiled at me and then watched something on his phone.

“You know, I could just steal one of your boxers and sell it online,” I chuckled. I was sure I could get a couple of hundreds of dollars for one used piece.

“Believe me, Nash already tried it, but people ask for verification, which you can’t have unless you film as you take it off me.” He put his phone back to the nightstand and walked over at me with his hands in his pockets.

“That’s crazy!” I said mentally noting to write this story down later.

“It is, but you can’t do anything against it,” he shrugged. “Not like I complain, my job is amazing, it’s just hard sometimes, when you want to do something normal, But it has its upsides, for example I get to spend the week with a beautiful journalist,” he said winking at me. I was used to it, half of my partners already hit on me and I got it every time I was working with different people. I smiled at him throwing my hair through my shoulders.

“Are you trying to get more parts of the article of you by flirting with me?” I asked in a bit provocative voice, just to keep it interesting. If I wanted to know everything about them, I had to get to them as soon as possible.

“No, I was just admiring you.”

“Oh, hush. Now let’s go, we have a lot to do today!”

Later that day I went to the studio with the Jacks to get some details of their work. The other boys had some private things to do that didn’t include me. We went to the studio and they immediately started to work. They let me hear their newest songs and I could watch them record.

Gilinsky was behind the mic, rehearsing some lines, while I was sitting on the couch next to Johnson.

“How much time do you spend in the studio in a week?” I asked turning to him.

“You mean together with Jack, or alone?”

“Both.”

“We come here every other day, for at least four hours, but I’m here every day for as long as I can. Sometimes I even sleep here.” He said that like it was a casual thing to basically live in the studio, while it definitely wasn’t.

“Why do you spend so much time here without Jack?” I asked curiously.

“I make more parts of the music and he has Madison now. But he is always here when he needs to be here.” He smiled at me leaning back on the couch, watching as Jack did his part of the work.

“Doesn’t it feel bad that he has now other things in his life? I mean his girlfriend and stuff like that.”

“Having a girlfriend is not the end of the world. And I totally understand him, I would spend time with my girlfriend if I had one,” he chuckled turning towards me.

“I’m sure you will find someone soon. There are plenty of girls who would die for you,” I encouraged him smiling.

“See, that’s the thing. I would prefer a normal relationship. Don’t get me wrong, I love our fans, they are sweet and everything, but when it comes to dating, I want it to be normal. I would date a fan, as long as she is totally normal around me. Because that’s what I need. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do. I feel the same, just in a different way,” I said sighing.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t have much time because of my work and now I only have chance to date my colleagues, which is not healthy. I have enough of my work daytime, I don’t need it at home.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I feel!” he snapped smiling widely. “We need some time to do something else.”

“Yeah, but it’s hard to find the right person.”

“This is why I don’t bug Jack about Madison. He found someone important and I don’t want him to give up on her because of me. We can make it work, we just have to work hard.”

“That’s really mature,” I smiled at him. “And don’t worry, your time will come.”

“I hope. And yours too, any guy would be happy to be with you.” He looked like a little boy as he looked up at my through his lashes.

“I’m not that easy to date,” I said laughing at myself, remembering my last relationship. It was a disaster, and sure, he was an asshole, but I was kinda bitchy too.

“Don’t say that, I have only known you for a day but you are that kinda girl every guy want to be around.”

It was nice from him to say that and it actually made me feel better about myself.

“Thanks.” I smiled at him, he returned it and then both of us went back to work.

I spent the next day with Nash and Hayes, they had a little meet&greet and after that we met with all the other guys for dinner. By that time I had so many notes of them, I just could have written that damn article right then, but we still had a couple of days left.

“Y/N, you know everything about us, let us get to know you!” Hayes said while eating his fries as we were sitting at the restaurant.

“There’s not much to know about me.” I said shrugging and taking a sip from my drink.

“No, don’t bullshit us!” Nash spoke up. “Just some basics!”

I eventually gave in, and told some things about myself to calm them down. The asked about my job and what I did before I became a journalist. Johnson and Cameron seemed to have a lot of questions, but I answered every each of them, because that’s what they were doing since they met me.

The dinner went well, I get to know them even more and I really liked them, as friends. They all were funny and outgoing. I had a good time while I was actually working.

The next day they had a photo shoot for a website and of course I was with them. It didn’t seem like work, they made it into a party with their pranks and goofs, you couldn’t not laugh at them, while some seriously good shots were taken of them.

I had to make a few calls in the break so I went outside of the building. As I was going through my phone Cameron came out and joined me eating a big ass sandwich.

“Hey, watcha doin’?” he asked with his mouth completely full.

“Just work, as always,” I sighed typing a text message to one of my colleagues.

“Do you actually have free time?”

“Yes, when I sleep,” I said sarcastically.

“You mean you don’t do anything for fun?” He furrowed his eyebrows and stopped eating.

“Yes, I do, just not that often,” I shrugged.

“And what about we go out sometimes after we get through this article?”

“I’m not sure if I will have the time to do anything,” I said giving him an apologizing look. Also I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go out with him, I wasn’t up to get into anything with anyone at that moment. He seemed like a nice guy, but maybe not for me.

“It’s okay, I get it,” he replied looking a bit sad.

“Don’t get me wrong, you are sweet and nice, I just don’t think it would be a good idea. But we can still be friends,” I suggested hoping he wouldn’t get hurt.

“No, I get it, and you are right,” he nodded. “Shall we go back?” He smiled at me nodding towards the door.

“Yes, let’s go.”

After the shooting I went to Gilinsky and Johnson’s fitting and after that we had to meet with the boys at Cameron and Nash’s apartment.

The Jack’s were having the fitting for an award show and I have to admit they looked in their outfits.

“How do I look?” Johnson asked turning around.

“Hot, the girls will die seeing you,” I said smirking at him.

“You think?” he smiled checking himself one more time out in the mirror.

“Yeah, I love the glasses.”

“Then I’m keeping them.”

I smiled at him looking down at my phone checking out the time.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you something,” Johnson said stepping closer to me. I looked up at him and waited for him to continue. “What are you doing on this Saturday?” He looked kinda nervous, but it looked good on him. It made him adorable.

“Are you asking me out?” I asked feeling awkward, that he was the second boy asking me out that day and I had to turn him down as well.

“Yes, I think I just did it.”

“That’s sweet, but I don’t think it’s a good idea,” I said almost the same like I said to Cameron earlier. “We both so busy now, and I don’t think it would work, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I just wanted to take a chance, but I guess you are right,” he said nodding.

“But we can meet as friends sometimes after this.” I smiled at him and rubbed his arm gently.

“I would love that.”

Later, before we met up at the guys’ apartment I had to run home, so I joined them a bit later. When I got there I was expecting to see just the same that was going on last time I was there, but it was different now. The atmosphere was tensed but I couldn’t say why.

“Hey guys, what is up?” I asked sitting down on the couch. Hayes was on his phone, Nash and Gilinsky were in the kitchen, and Cameron and Johnson was literally in the two ends of the room, looking like two grumpy kids.

“You don’t want to know,” Hayes said in a low voice, so only I could hear him.

“Yes I do, I’m here to know everything,” I protested.

“It’s just that someone is totally out of his mind,” Johnson spat looking right at Cameron and I immediately felt it was all about something in connection with me.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything wrong!” He stated looking quite angry.

“Guys, everyone calm down, and tell me what this all is about,” I said trying to solve the problem.

“Did you turn me down because of Cameron?” Johnson asked me impatiently.

“What?” I was now confused.

“No, the right question is did you turn me down because of Johnson? Did he say anything about me?” Cameron spat staring at Johnson. It was like they will start fighting in any minute.

“I didn’t say anything, but if you have thoughts like that it is maybe because you did it! What did you tell her? Admit it Dallas!”

“Okay, calm the hell down, guys!” I said looking at them. “Let’s sit down and talk about it, okay?”

“I don’t want to sit down with this backstabber.” Johnson was like a furious bull, ready to jump on Cameron in any minute.

“Will you do this for me, please?” I tried, and it finally worked. The sat down across the table and I sat half way through them. “Okay, tell me what is going on.”

They started to talk at the same time, and I didn’t understand anything, I tried to shut one of them up, but they were so into throwing shade on the other, they just didn’t listen.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Nash shouted finally, and they went silent. “I will tell what happened, and you two will hear it out and then listen to Y/N!”

I nodded in agreement, it seemed like a good solution.

“So the thing is,” Nash started, “ that Johnson and Cameron developed a little crush on you in the past few days. And they even talked about it and agreed on asking you out. The one you choose kinda wins, and the other will accept it. But now they think you turned them down because the other said something shitty about them. And now they want to kill each other.”

When Nash finished I couldn’t help but laugh. I have never had two boys fight over me, and it was ridiculous due to the fact that they could have had any girl they wanted.

“Okay, chill down guys, you are making a big deal out of nothing.”

Both of them looked confused to me, so I continued.

“I turned down both of you because what I said to you. And if you are wondering, it was the same for both of you. It wouldn’t be a good idea to date any of you, since we work so much and I think that you found me attractive, because I was normal around you. You both wanted someone who can treat you like an ordinary guy, and I was the first one who did this to you.”

It seemed like they started to understand what I was talking about.

“We had a great time, but you don’t want me, just someone that treats you like I did.”

I hoped they would get what I was saying. It was cute of them to fight over me, but it was also stupid.

“I think I get it now,” Johnson mumbled.

“Yeah, me too,” Cameron added.

“And one more thing,” I said holding up one finger. “Don’t fight over a girl. Never. Your friendship is more important than any girls, believe me.”

I smiled at them and watched as they looked at each other and finally got up, walked towards each other and hugged.

“Aw, now that’s what I’m talking about!” I laughed walking over to them, and then everyone joined the hug. “So are we good now?” I asked when we pulled away. They both nodded smiling at me and then each other. “Good, now, let’s get back to work!”

"I'd rather shoot myself in the knee"

A littel context beforehand :

So I recently started to DM a smaller group , consisting of mostly guys I know from my class. One of those guys insited he played a female Wood Elven Ranger - I allowed it , in hopes of some funny RP situations.

 One of the other guys , who is playing a Drow Rogue , decided to make their charackter have a crush on our elven ranger - which led to the following situation :

Ranger , in the tree : Rolls a 1 twice in a row

DM(me) : Something went trough your mind , and your finger slipped. You shot yourself in the knee

Rogue : Oh my dear beloved elf , what happend ?

Ranger : Well , I thought about the both of us kissing

Rogue: And ?

Ranger : The thought was so disgusting that I had to shoot myself to snap out of it

DM : *absolutely loses his shit*

Time Stopped at the Bakery [Tao x Reader] [Request]

Written by: Admin Purely

Requester: @livingforluhan

Word Count: 928

Summary: “Your love of strawberry shortcake really doesn’t match your appearance, but I still think that’s really cute.”

A/N: Sorry to get this out to you so late, dear! I couldn’t decide what to do with this, so I hope it’s not too bad. ;;

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@conviresco Continued from x

     What would a pampered son of a multi-billionaire know of a SOLDIER’s defense? The more pressing concern was who had been telling his secrets? Quiet anger brews beneath the depths of a calm exterior, lips permanently etched into a smile for the function, posture proper, straight, wide shoulders set back. He must always look presentable for photographs taken in secrecy.

     “I’m not sure who your source is, but they’re wrong.”

All I Wish Not To Remember by thealmightyavocado

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson

Act VIII of VIII

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…

Revenge. 


A modern adaption of The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.


~COMPLETE~

blairphantomhive  asked:

Hello! Can make a request? I would like a stage where Castiel's girlfriend is on vacation in another country and he sends texts, knowing that there is very late but as he misses his girlfriend can not help it ^^ Sorry if my English is bad ^^U

I hope this is what you had in mind, dear.

Castiel:

Candy groans when she hears her phone beep again. Reaching blindly for her phone, she manages to find it. Looking at the screen, the clock shows 1:20 AM in .

“It’s too early for this,” she mumbled to herself as she checks her text. It seems like another one from Castiel.

“Hey” The text reads. Rolling her eyes, Candy flops back on her bed and goes back to sleep. She would answer the text when it is a reasonable time.

As she’s about to fall asleep, another beep wakes her up. “Oh my god, Castiel!” She sits up fully and grabs her phone. She had told him the time difference between the USA and France was five hours, but it seems as if he forgot or didn’t care.

“Are you up?”

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Smut prompt:

Anonymous asked: I’m just waiting for someone to ignore the angst and hiatus and write a hot limo olicity sex. HELLO IS IT YOU THAT I’M LOOKING FOR?? pretty please


Thank you, dear anon, for this glorious prompt. Limo sex was severely missing from the episode and I hope this is along the lines of whatever you had in mind ;) 

Please, please let me know what you think of this! Again, it’s gone 3 in the morning as I finish this… I really need to get better at sleeping earlier…

Enjoy!!


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To tell you the truth, I don’t even care about the bling. All I care about… is you.”


Leaning over to meet Oliver’s mouth with her own, Felicity willed herself to keep the kiss soft and slow. There was time for everything else she wanted to do to him with her mouth later, but right now they were in the limousine on the way home from the party, and unfortunately they were not completely alone. Their driver sat merely feet away and though she was sure he’d heard people having sex in his car before, she didn’t want to add the Mayor of Star City to that particular list.

But Oliver’s mouth tasted so good, it always tasted so fucking good, and the little willpower she possessed to not take him there and then was diminishing with every second they kissed.

Her tongue was practically aching to find its way inside his mouth, but instead she kept it pressed fast to the back of her teeth as hard as she could, even when Oliver’s own tongue started exploring the confines of her mouth. After a few seconds he pulled back, a confused expression on his face.

“What are you doing?” he asked, smiling softly.

“Keeping my tongue to myself, thank you,” Felicity replied, shrugging innocently.

Oliver chuckled. “And why is that?”

“Because I know that the second my tongue makes its way into your mouth, I won’t have any self restraint left not to fuck you here in the back of this limousine. And as pleasing as that probably sounds to you, I’m not a fan of having sex with another person present,” she finished, with a nod in the direction of the driver.

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Burn - a Kristanna drabble with art by @sargar3000

So my dear friend Sarah, @sargar3000, had an amazing idea for a picture, and asked me if I could write something to accompany it (she is such an inspiration and always pulls me out of my writing funks). This is what I came up with, and I hope it gives her wonderful art some justice.

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She Got The Boy


About 95% of this was written on my phone on the beach, because apparently my brain didn’t want a vacation from writing as I expected. I love the song, someone (I think simplyfragile) had talked about it, and then my dear K made this beautiful gifset…So I finally wrote down what goes through my mind when I hear the lyrics. Takes place sometime this fall. Hope you all enjoy! 


The first few times the laughter had come over the comms Felicity had been thrilled, because it seemed as if Oliver had finally found some common ground and could work peacefully with Laurel. But the third night in a row of little jokes, old memories, that were met by Oliver’s deep husky chuckle, and it started to grate on her nerves, just a bit.

She knows she’s being ridiculous. It’s a good thing they were finally getting along, especially since they needed Digg out in the field with Thea right now. Positive work environments and all that. But there’s a small (tiny, really) part of her that is just a little jealous of these memories of carefree Oliver that Laurel speaks so fondly of.

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This One

This is a gift for @spiral-nebula from your @onceuponasecretsanta. :D  So I decided to complete a fic I started some time ago for you, dear one, although I originally posted it as a one shot. I must say that when the idea for this struck me a couple of weeks ago, I had no idea just what sort of life of its own this story would take on. 

It’s pretty long. Just warning you. I hope you don’t mind a small novella!

So to kick off the revelries, I’m posting the original first, and it will be followed by part two later tonight. After that, I’ll post one installment a day until the story has been posted in full on December 25. 

Set in the American Civll War, just after the Battle of Gettysburg. 


Part 1: July 4, 1863

They’d barely gotten him from the barn to the house, her muscles straining to pull him across the ground still muddy from the day’s rain, a thick mud that sloshed into her boots and splattered across her worn petticoat, mud that would take more time than she had to scrub from her son’s pants, frayed as they were at the hem. But he—this man, this stranger now lying in her spare bed, had been far dirtier than either she or Henry had ever dreamed of being.

And he’d been injured. Badly injured.

He had evidently passed out in her barn while she and Henry had been eating their dinner, his presence terrifying her son when he’d gone to check on the old milk cow they guarded with every means they possessed. The boy had run back to the house screaming for her, making her half-fear a band of deserters had happened upon them, and God knows what could happen if that were the case. Women were raped, boys were conscripted, and she’d die before she let either outcome happen to her or her son. She’d grabbed Daniel’s rifle and had torn out into the cold drizzle, only to find a lone soldier lying unconscious, sprawled out awkwardly on the hay.

And a Confederate soldier, at that. What in God’s name was she supposed to do with him?

She’d done the only thing she knew to do, dragging him through the muck and into the warmth of their home, heaving him on to the bed, straining her back, muddying sheets, making the room smell of pig shit, unwashed man and the remnants of battle.

“Is he dead?” Henry had asked, and she’d shaken her head, feeling a pulse in his neck, watching his chest rise and fall beneath layers of the enemy’s uniform.

“Not yet,” Regina had answered, brandishing her best shears to cut away what she couldn’t unfasten, stripping him unceremoniously from the waist up, tossing the foul smelling garments into a dark corner of the room. “But there are no guarantees.”

She sensed her son holding his breath in expectation.

She’d examined the man as best she could, suspecting blood loss and exhaustion had finally drawn this poor soldier under, praying infection hadn’t already begun to set in on a wound that still looked somewhat fresh. Henry had brought her a basin of hot water as instructed, and she’d done her best to clean the man up, scrubbing layers of filth caked on to his skin, cleansing dried blood gently so as to not aggravate the gaping wound on his shoulder.

“I need my kit,” she instructed, prying into the torn flesh once his ragged shirt had been removed, eliciting an actual groan from the soldier. That’s when she felt it, there, just under her fingers, slippery and cool, immersed in blood and muscle. A bullet. Damn it, she’d have to get that out of him immediately—there was no question. “And your father’s whisky, Henry. You know where that is, right?”

Henry nodded, his eyes nearly bulging from their sockets, and he dashed from the dimly lit bedroom towards an underground storage bin, hidden from prying eyes by a hooked rug and solid table. He returned with a bottle and a worn bag, one she guarded with her life, one filled with herbs and tools she had inherited from her father, much to her mother’s chagrin.

“It’s shameful, a young woman being more interested in practicing medicine than wooing a husband,” her mother had chastised repeatedly, doing everything within her power to pry Regina from her father’s side and to thrust her into Philadelphia society.

But it hadn’t worked. And when Regina had actually eloped with the son of a farmer, her mother had disowned her all together.

“I need the whiskey first,” she instructed, unwilling to remove her fingers from the bullet and risk losing its location. Henry carefully opened the bottle, the scent of it hitting her hard, and she had to keep her hands from trembling as thoughts of her late husband wafted over emotions already teetering on the brink.  

“Forgive me, Daniel,” she whispered, pouring a generous amount directly on to the soldier’s wound.  “It’s for a good cause.” She watched the man grimace, his light brown beard twitching as his brow creased in discomfort.

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