i know i would be content if you left

Arctic Monkeys in the raw

Requested by @enthusiasm-paraphernalia | Suggest me an Arctic Monkey’s funny moment and I may or may not draw it.

Can We Still Be Friends?

Summary: Jungkook broke things off with you awhile ago since he was getting so famous. But there isn’t a day that goes by where he doesn’t think about you, and when he finally sees you in person again, he gets hit with the love he once felt for you all over again.

Word Count: 3734

Song: Friends - Justin Bieber & BloodPop


Originally posted by jimiyoong

“A large hazelnut coffee.”

His ears perked up, and his eyes lifted from his phone. The line in front of him didn’t seem to be winding down. Maybe with his mask, hat and sunglasses, he mistaken the voice for someone else.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the barista and grabbed your coffee, with folders being held closely to your chest.

And it was a scene that came out of a movie. Jungkook looked up at the right time to make eye contact with you for a split second. It felt like an eternity, like time stopped and it was just him and you. You didn’t even know that it was him, as you kept walking by with a small smile on your face, taking a sip of your coffee.

And that’s where the familiar voice came from.

And that’s when memories came flooding back, and he wanted you back in his life.

I was wonderin’ ‘bout your mama

Did she get that job she wanted?

“Hey wait up!” You stopped walking and turned around. You weren’t sure if that voice was talking to you, or someone else. You squinted your eyes and looked beyond the crowd for someone, but no one made an appearance, so you decided to keep walking. “Y/N!” You turned around and a person with a beanie, sunglasses and a mask on was standing before you.

“I didn’t think I’d actually catch up to you.” They were breathless, they were following you all this way. But why?

“Uhm, did I forget something at the cafe?” You looked panicked, rummaging through your belongings. You had your folders, you had everything in your purse, and you of course had your coffee.

“No, I just wanted to see you.” You raised an eyebrow and choked on your coffee. Who was this person?

“Well that’s nice?” You were creeped out, this stranger knew your name and wanted to see you for some odd reason. Your phone started ringing and you went into your purse to grab it to see that it was your mom. “Hi mom!” You held up a finger to the stranger indicating that you needed a moment to take the call.

And once you hung up the phone and looked back at the stranger getting ready to say something, they spoke up. “Did your mom ever get that job she wanted?” Who was this person? How did they know something so specific about your mom?

And that’s when you put two and two together.


Sold that car that gave her problems?

I’m just curious 'bout her, honest

He took off his sunglasses and it really was him. It goes to show that you two weren’t around each other as much, and lost contact because you couldn’t even recognize his voice, or the way he walked.

But you remember why you lost contact with him, the way he broke up with you over text, and then he just dropped off the face of the earth. No matter how hard you tried to stay in touch with him, he ignored you. And no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, you couldn’t, because everywhere you turned he was there - on posters, on billboards, on TV.

And now, seeing his face right in front of you, it made you angry. You were upset about the past, how he ended something so good so easily. How he didn’t even want to stay in touch with you, even though he loved you so dearly, which turned out to be lie. How he just up and left you and never asked how you were doing when your world came crashing down.

The smile on his face faded away when you did a quick turn on your heel and started walking away from him, not wanting to deal with him. He didn’t give up that easy as he followed you, and put a hand on your arm trying to stop you.


“You have no right to ask about my mother Jungkook.” You shook off his arm and walked a little faster than before, but his long legs kept up with you.

“I just want to see how she’s doing! Like did she sell that car that was giving her problems back then?” How did he even remember that? Why was he asking about the past, he didn’t deserve an answer.

You let out a little chuckle and looked at him. “It’s funny how you ask if she’s doing okay, but you won’t ask me.”

“Okay, Y/N how are you doing?” He gave it shot, but got turned down right away.

“Fuck off Jungkook.”

And with that he finally gave up and watched you walk away.

Know you wonderin’ why I been callin’

Like I got ulterior motives

“Jungkook stop calling me!” They were the first words that came out of your mouth when you finally answered one of his calls.

“Thanks for answering.” He sounded exhausted, sad, and everything in-between.

“Why are you all of a sudden calling me Jungkook? You leave me, ignore me, and act like I never existed a year and a half ago and now you hit me up like no other.” He knew you were right which hurt him more. “If this is some booty call, you can leave me the fuck alone. You can get any girl and I’m sure any of them would be content to sleep with you.” Jungkook felt his stomach drop, and his face go pale with your words. Did you think that lowly of him? It was a dumb question to think since he left you suddenly back then. Of course you thought that lowly of him, and that’s what kills him.

“No this isn’t a booty call Y/N.” His voice was quiet, almost mute, it almost broke you.

Know we didn’t end this so good

But you know we had something so good

“I know what I did when I ended things with you wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have texted you telling it was over, I shouldn’t have ignored you, I should have made sure if you were okay because if you were like me, you were dying of pain because it hurt so bad, and it still does.” You stopped him before he could continue.

“Why did you end it then Jungkook? If it still hurts a year and a half later why did you break up with me?” You heard a silence and his breathing, waiting for an answer.

“Because I didn’t have enough time for you. You deserved someone that would make you their number one priority. I couldn’t do that.”

So I’m wonderin’, can we still be friends? 

Can we still be friends? 

Doesn’t have to end 

And if it ends, can we be friends?

Can we be friends?

Can we be friends?

He let out a breath before continuing. “But when I saw you at the cafe Y/N, it confirmed that I’m not over you.” You couldn’t help but shake your head and scoff.

“Are you kidding me Jungkook?”

“No I’m not.” You rolled your eyes. This is really happening, but a year and a half late. He thinks that he can waltz back into your life after just seeing you 2 weeks ago. He thinks he can pick back up where you left off, without taking into consideration of your feelings.

“It’s not gonna happen Jungkook.”

“Well,” he stopped mid sentence, trying to think of something to say. “Can we still be friends?”

“I don’t know Jungkook.”

And you hung up the phone, setting it down on the counter with a loud slam and screaming into your hands.

Wonderin’ if you got a body

To hold you tighter since I left

“God dammit.” Jungkook balled up his fists and slammed them against the bed. He threw the covers off of him and rubbed his eyes as he walked into the dark hallway towards the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door, and grabbed a bottle of water. Sipping away on it, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and clicked the instagram app.

He saw the picture earlier in the day, he fell asleep with the picture on his mind, and this picture woke him up from a dead sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. He clicked on your profile and there it was, the black and white picture that was haunting him. Someone snapped a shot of you and some dude that Jungkook didn’t know. You were both on the the floor and you were between his legs with your back leaning against his chest as he was laughing, trying to play a videogame. Something that you and Jungkook did often, it brought back so many memories.

“Kook what are you doing?” Hoseok came out into the kitchen to see Jungkook on the ground leaning against the cabinets. Jungkook didn’t even realize that he was on the ground until he had to look up to see who was talking to him.

“I don’t know.” He got up and walked back to his bed, and when he went to plug his phone into his charger, the picture was still opened.

Wonderin’ if you think about me

Actually, don’t answer that

And it’s so cliche how things happen, but as BTS was walking into the restaurant, you were there with your new guy dressed in a long maroon dress with a slit up the leg, and your hair and makeup done perfectly. You were talking about something, and the way he stared at you - it was how every girl wanted to be looked at. His focus was only on you.

BTS got ushered to their own private room, and all Jungkook wanted to do was be placed next to you, with his eyes glued to you. You looked stunning.

Jungkook excused himself to go to the bathroom, and on his way down he bumped into none other - you. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and clutched your purse to your side. “Hey Jungkook.” You smiled with your greeting and he smirked. “Hey Y/N.”

“I didn’t see you walk in, who are you here with?” He noticed that you seemed happier, you weren’t as awkward with him or rude when he stopped you a few months ago on the street.

“The guys actually, we’re upstairs.” You nodded your head.

“Ah the VIP section.” And Jungkook didn’t know why, but he took that comment to the heart. The way you said it, it made him get goosebumps. The VIP section, where celebrities are supposed to be and you were dining with normal people. Something that Jungkook could never do.

“Yeah.” He let out a nervous laugh and cupped the back of his neck. “You look beau…”

“Y/N?” You both turned your heads to see who was calling your name and it was your date for the night. The guy you’ve been seeing for 4 months now. He walked up to you and place a hand on the small of your back. “Is everything alright?” You nodded your head.

“Yeah, I just bumped into Jungkook.” Your date looked at him and placed out a hand to shake with Jungkook.

“I’m Y/B/N, Y/N has told me so much about you.” He smiled and Jungkook couldn’t help but give him a half hearted smile. What exactly did you tell him? Did you tell him all the good? The bad? Both? Did you tell him how he ignored you after he broke up with you via text? He didn’t want to know.

“Pretty cool that my girlfriend dated a celebrity, and now she’s stuck with me.” You rolled your eyes at him and smacked his chest, and he placed a kiss on your temple and your eyes fluttered shut. Jungkook was uncomfortable, he was glad to see you happy, but it wasn’t with him.

“I think you’re doing just fine babe.”

Jungkook coughed and the two of you stopped your flirting and your attention went to him. “Well I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

“We should get going actually, the bill is paid for, and the bed is calling my name.” Y/B/N said and you agreed.

“I agree.” You patted Y/B/N’s chest and turned to look at Jungkook as he was walking by you. “Well, see you Jungkook. Tell the boys I say hi.”

“Will do.” And he heard your heels clack away on the tile floor. The happiness Y/B/N brought to you was beyond something Jungkook could wish for. He couldn’t help but feel a bit selfish, because it wasn’t him bringing you happiness.

JJ: Do you ever think about me Y/N?

You stared at your phone, your hand hovering over it for what seemed like forever. How do you answer that? You re-read the message so many times that it’s the only thing you were thinking about. Right when you were about reply your phone buzzed:

JJ: Actually, don’t answer that.

Know you wonderin’ why I been callin’

Like I got ulterior motives

Know we didn’t end this so good

But you know we had something so good

“Hello?” You groggily said into the phone, your eyes weren’t even opened.

“Y/N?” And with that voice, your eyes flew open and pulled the phone away from your ear just to make sure that it was who you thought it was.

“Jungkook it’s 2:34 in the morning what do you want?”

“I can’t get you off my mind Y/N.” Words you weren’t expecting. You felt bad for him, then again you didn’t. Because there was once a time that the only person on your mind was just him.

“Jungkook just go to sleep.”

“He’s there isn’t he?”


“Your boyfriend, he’s laying next to you isn’t he?” And you turned a head a little bit to see your boyfriend sleeping soundly next to you. You swung your legs off the bed to the floor and walked out the bedroom.

“Yeah he is actually.” Jungkook sighed.

“I’m glad you found someone.”

“Thanks.” And then the silence came.

“I really miss you Y/N.”

So I’m wonderin’, can we still be friends? 

Can we still be friends?

Doesn’t have to end 

And if it ends, can we be friends?

Can we be friends?

And if it ends, can we be friends?

And as months went on, you and Jungkook stayed in touch with each other. You talked about anything, like friends. When you let him back into your life, everything felt right again. It was odd at first, since he wasn’t your boyfriend, but Jungkook as a friend was doing just fine.

Until things changed one night, when you and Y/B/N got into an argument which lead you to leaving the apartment, and walking around the city. When you opened the door to your apartment, you found suitcases getting packed, and that’s when you realized that Y/B/N was leaving you.

“This isn’t working out Y/N.” You nodded your head at his words as he picked up two suitcases and walked passed you. “I’ll get my other things tomorrow.”

Know you wonderin’ why I been callin’

Like I got ulterior motives

Know we didn’t end this so good

But you know we had something so good

*12 missed calls* It read on Jungkook’s phone. They were all from you. He scrambled out of bed, throwing on pants and pressing your name to return your calls, but all he was getting was voicemail.

“Dammit Y/N answer your fucking phone!” He said out loud to himself. He came out of his bedroom to be greeted by 6 other guys, who were confused at what he was doing.

“What’s going on?” Namjoon questioned him, throwing on a pair of shoes. They had practice at 8am this morning, and had to leave in 20 minutes. Jungkook slipped on a pair of shoes, and grabbed a sweatshirt.

“Twelve missed calls from Y/N, something isn’t right, I’m heading over there.”

“We have practice at 8 Jungkook, we’re leaving soon you don’t have time for that.” Yoongi spoke up and Jungkook turned around quickly and stared at him.

“She needs me.” And the door slammed shut.


“Y/N open up the fucking door!” He kept pounding, and you still weren’t answering. He tried calling you, but your phone died because it was going straight to voicemail. If you weren’t in your apartment, where could you be?

Jungkook’s heart was pounding when he walked inside the elevator, he was pacing. Was everything alright? Were you safe? If something bad had happened to you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.


You walked around the city the whole night after Y/B/N left. You didn’t prepare yourself for the autumn weather, as your nose and cheeks were red, and your hands were ice cold. You were sitting on a bench watching the sunrise, and checking your phone to see if Jungkook called back, but nothing. Typical, you were getting your hopes up while he was letting you down, and then your phone went black as it went to 0%.

You had enough time to think about the fight you had with Y/B/N. Did he see right through you and realized that you still had feelings for Jungkook, or was it really because of the fight? Or was it because you just sucked at relationships and you were meant to be alone forever? You didn’t know anymore.

You stood up from the bench, and walked away. Hoping that your next destination would work out.


“Y/N?” Jin’s confused face was replaced with concern when he saw you shivering. He grabbed your shoulders and led you inside and placed you on a kitchen chair. “You’re freezing!”

You chuckled and nodded your head. “I know that.” Taehyung came out to the kitchen with a blanket, and wrapped it around you.

“Kook isn’t here right now.” Taehyung told you.

“That’s fine, I just needed somewhere to go.”

“He actually went to see you Y/N.” Namjoon walked into the kitchen, throwing a coat on him.

“Oh.” Was all you managed to say. He wasn’t letting you down this time. “Can I actually borrow a phone charger?”

“Just go to his bed Y/N, we’ll be back later this afternoon if you want to talk to him, if not you’ll be gone by then your choice.” Namjoon said to you and with that you watched them leave heading to practice.

You walked to Jungkook’s shared room with Jimin and placed your phone on his charger while laying your head down on his pillow, and wrapping yourself up with his blankets. Missed calls and several messages came through.

JJ: Y/N is everything okay?

JJ: I’m on my way over.

JJ: Answer the door Y/N come on.

JJ: Y/N where are you?

JJ: Please tell me you’re alright Y/N.

JJ: If something bad happened to you, I don’t think I can live with myself.

JJ: Y/N please…I’m begging you.

JJ: I love you please…

Y/N: Me too.

Everything went black as sleep took over.

I’m wonderin’, can we still be friends?

Can we still be friends?

Doesn’t have to end 

And if it ends, can we be friends?

Jungkook read your cryptic message all the way back to the dorms. You too what? What were you answering to? He kicked off his shoes once he walked through the door and all the guys walked out to the living room. They knew that either you would be in his bed, or you would be at in your apartment. They didn’t share that news with Jungkook.

And when Jungkook opened his bedroom, he saw a sleeping figure taking up his bed, and when he walked closer, he realized that it was you. He bent down and cupped your cheek with his hand and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“You scared me Y/N, I thought I lost you.”

“I’ll always be here.” You said it softly and Jungkook backed away from you. “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“What’s going on?”

“I suck at relationships I think.” You opened your eyes and pulled the covers up more, you could feel yourself getting sick. “He left.”

“Y/N…” And Jungkook climbed on the bed and laid next to you, rubbing your cheek. “You don’t suck at relationships, you’re wonderful.”

“Yeah says you.” He nodded his head, and his stomach went in knots and his heart broke a little at your words. You were right, how could you not think that you sucked at relationships when the last two boyfriends you had, left.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

“I’m sorry for being rude, you didn’t deserve that.” You tried leaning up but felt yourself get dizzy and laid back down.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I don’t feel good.” You got back up this time and sat at the edge of the bed. You needed to leave, you didn’t want to get Jungkook sick.

“Well lay back down, let me get you some soup and water.” He stood up quick and looked at you, and you waved him off.

“No it’s fine, I need to go back, you can’t risk getting sick anyways.” Jungkook sighed and saw as you struggled standing up. He came to your side of the bed and pushed you back down and covered you up.

“I’ll get sick for you anyday Y/N.”

“Whatever you say Kook.” And Jungkook smiled like a little kid in a candy shop. Hearing you call him that after all this time made his heart skip a beat.

As he was about to leave the room you spoke up. “Oh and Kook?”


“We can’t be friends.” His head hung down and so many questions he wanted to ask but not right now with you in this state. And when he was about to respond you spoke up again. “I realized I was still in love you.”

And Jungkook jumped on the bed and placed both hands on your cheeks and kissed you passionately.

“I love you Y/N.”

The Love That Evades Is the Most Satisfying to Ensnare

Request: “Hey there!~ i was curious if I could request a Newt x Reader fic based off the song ‘Give Me Love’ by Ed Sheeran?? Maybe it’s like a one sided relationship, he fancies Leta (I know you just did a fic that includes Leta Dx) or Tina, and there’s Angst but fluff? Maybe it can end on a comforting note?~ (I love ur writing so much btw 💕)”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 4130

Warnings: ANGST FUCKING HELL I LOVE ANGST but also a lot of fluff at the end don’t worry

A/n: wow this is longest fic I’ve ever written lmao pls give it some love if u end up liking it :^)

Originally posted by versacequean

Give me love like her,
'Cause lately I’ve been waking up alone

Looking at him hurt. It hurt to see him smiling, laughing at a joke she had told. He was happy, but it wasn’t with you. It could have been you, maybe in another universe it could’ve been. You would’ve spoken up about your feelings for your freckled friend, and he would’ve blushed and kissed you, then you would have become the most perfect couple, complementing each other in every tangible aspect, bettering each other while sharing a love that couldn’t be broken by the sharpest sword. And yet, here she had come. The edge of a blade, stabbed between your 3rd and 4th ribs, penetrating all the hope you had left.

The worst part about the pain was that it felt like a betrayal. Of course, Newt had never known about your undying love for him, and he probably would never know now. But somehow, every time you looked at them touching, kissing… you couldn’t get the image of the double-edged sword out of your mind. Two hands at the base, one belonging to each of them, pressing it into your heart until the hilt reached your chest. A blind boy, matched with a girl who always had a bird’s eye view on the situation. She knew you loved him.

What made it worse is that she was never harsh about it either. She knew how much you must’ve been hurting, even sending you sorry glances when she realized you were watching the two coddle. The final striking blow being that she was perfect for Newt, so much more than you could’ve ever been. Oh, how you wished so badly to be Leta. The smart, beautiful Leta, who had everyone wrapped around her little finger, whether she knew it or not. Many had painted her to be cruel, or even evil, but those were just rumours spread behind her back due to her reputation being quashed when she started her relationship with the “weird Hufflepuff boy”. Maybe she did have flaws, maybe. It was a maybe that you clung to, guiltily wishing that one day her flaws would overwhelm her many talents and gorgeous features, and Newt would come back to you.

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anonymous asked:

I read a really good FBI Derek fic a few months ago. Now I am on the hunt for any FBI Sterek fics!! A friend recommended this blog. So I am hope you can help me. Thanks 😊


Anonymous said:Good morning lovely people!!! After last nights finale I am in desperate need of all FBI Stiles or FBI Derek fics!! Please any all as long as it ends with HEA STEREK! Pretty please 😘

In case you missed it. It’s now canon that Stiles is going to school to be an FBI agent. So…let your little fic writing hearts explode. - Anastasia

Originally posted by canonspngifs

And In That Moment (I Saw You) by Boom

(1/1 I 1,397 I Not Rated)

Derek Hale has been hunting the assassin known as the Nogitsune for six years. Granted there hasn’t been a murder attributed to him in five years, but Derek it sure he’s close. His husband, Stiles, thinks he should let it go.

This is a scene from a longer work I may or may not actually post. Can be read as a stand alone.

I can’t count to I love you by constellationmoles (Fawxy)

(1/? I 1,433 I Mature)

As much as Stiles loves being in the most corrupted part of the FBI, running with werewolves, and the secrets he has to tell his dad, no other emotion can rival with his hatred for Agent fucking Hale. With his horrible whatever color his eyes are and shitty Adonis face. And why does he look like he was crafted out of marble? Shit uh wait no come back I got this.

Alright fine. As pretty as Agent Hale is, he does not wish to be married to the guy. But his boss says ‘hahahah no pretend to be in love with him because hunters and witches and stuff’ yeah yeah whatever Deaton you just want us to stop fighting in the break room over the last donut hole.

Stiles Stilinski does not want to be fake married Derek Hale but nobody listens.

Not even his new husband.

Lunatic by Horribibble

(2/2 I 2,469 I Mature)

FBI Agent Derek Hale is one of the good guys. He takes his suppressants and plays the part of a decent human being with remarkable accuracy. But when he’s sent in to interrogate Stiles Stilinski, alleged serial killer, it looks like the pack’s come back to haunt him.

“You shouldn’t pout like that, baby. Not when we planned you such a big surprise.”

Better Safe than Sorry by Inell

(1/1 I 3,435 I Teen)

Stiles, Derek, and Isaac check out the area where Paige Krasikeva was likely kidnapped by their perp.

The Secret’s Out by DarkAlpha67

(1/1 I 3,769 I Teen)

Edwin Rocks has been Stilinski’s partner for years and he doesn’t know anything about the kid, until there’s a bombing and he sees another side of Stilinski and finds out some interesting things too…

Underlying Architecture by Blue_Five 

(2/? I 4,042 I Mature)

Remains are discovered in Arlington Cemetary. FBI Special Agent and Alpha Derek Hale has to figure out who the body used to be and what happened. Dr. Stiles Stilinski is an Omega and a brilliant anthropologist capable of doing just that with his equally brilliant team at the Jeffersonian.

Unfortunately, they can’t stand each other.

Anguis in Herba by WednesdaysDaughter

(3/3 I 8,606 I Mature)

“Not to gross anyone out more than they already are, but has anyone found the victims’ skin?” Lydia asks and Stiles gags.

“I don’t even want to consider the answer to that question Lyds,” Stiles complains and Allison grimaces in agreement.

When a serial killer from his home town runs rampant, Stiles Stilinski (Technical Analyst for the B.A.U.) along with his team must find him in time to save one of their own from ending up like the first three victims: Poisoned and skinned alive.

Jones by Lostxcow

(5/? I 15,901 I Mature)

It was only supposed to be a regular case with the BAU team flying out to Beacon Hills to assist Detective Stiles Stilinski solve a copy-cat murderer case who was supposed to be dead 2 years ago. How did Derek end up flying back every weekend on his days off just to see him again?


AU where Derek is an FBI and meets Stiles (detective) to help for a case. they hit it off from there. Derek visits every days off he has, Stiles texts him random shit while he’s bored. Derek always forgets about time difference making Stiles mad, but he loves him too much to care.


Criminal Minds AU but with Derek and Stiles instead of JJ and Will bc i love them both so why not. and there’s not a lot of FBI sterek which there should be

Keep On the Sunny Side by GiggleSnortBangDead

(1/1 I 53,746 I Explicit)

It’s like a Tarantino revenge flick, but worse. It’s all a little cliche but, hey, they gotta kill Kate Argent.

By Blood or Bite (Pack) by bigbootsmanofwar

(15/? I 98,970 I Explicit)

Derek didn’t do field work. He refused. God knew the last time he left the office, it didn’t go so well. He’s perfectly content to just sit in his lab, help out from afar, and keep to himself.

If the kid who kept breaking all the rules would stop confusing him, things might have been OK. You know, with the kid he’s turned who he can’t stop worrying about, the damaged splinters of family he has left, and the Uncle he doesn’t trust looming over Stiles’ shoulder.

If he wasn’t so lonely, he’d pack it all in now.

Blue Moon by AsexualDerek (Cammerel)

(24/24 I 113,050 I Explicit)

After Agent Hale’s partner is killed, he gets landed with a young, nubile agent that doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut and stop asking questions about things that aren’t his business to know.

anonymous asked:

wait what why are people hating on ray

no one is hating on ray. the fact of the matter, as i know exactly which post you are talking about, is that ray has been gone from achievement hunter for two years now. yes, we miss him. i definitely do, but he is gone. he has asked on numerous occasions to stop being included in achievement hunter content, a wish that is being vastly ignored. plus, its also in content where jeremy, a current achievement hunter, is left out / is made a side character. 

to reiterate, no one is hating on him. it would just be nice to see his wish granted, you know?

Creepypasta #1231: The Price of Sugar

Length: Long

When I was a little girl, if you’d asked me what I wanted to be, ‘starving artist’ wouldn’t have even been on the list.

Most likely I would have told you ‘a dinosaur’ or ‘an astronaut’ – and later, when I realised that children couldn’t become dinosaurs and brown girls from New Zealand couldn’t become astronauts, I would have said ‘a teacher’ or ‘a nurse’.
At school I got worse at every subject but English and Art, but in my teens my aunty got me a part-time job as a cleaner at the local hospital. I thought at the time that the money wasn’t too awful, and I was good at it. I enjoyed cleaning; even if sometimes what I was cleaning was explosive diarrhoea or blood-laced vomit.

After a while you got used to most of the smells. Well, except for Clostridium difficile – otherwise known as ‘C. Diff’. But thankfully I rarely had to clean up after one of those patients.

Eventually my minimum wage salary let me quit school and rent a tiny, grimy, one-bedroom place in a block of concrete flats. When I wasn’t working or sleeping, I made art, to sell down at the markets on Saturday morning.

And so I became a poor, part-time artist.


There are certain staples every poor person needs in their cupboards. Potatoes and rice were mine; both were dirt cheap and could be made into a variety of dishes. Growing up with equally poor parents and strictly enforced gender roles meant that mum had taught me early on how to cook dishes that would stretch for several meals.

“Rice is great,” she had said, “You can have it sweet for breakfast and you can have it plain for lunch and dinner.” 

And cabbage. Everything seemed to have cabbage in it.

But I still had my little luxuries in my tiny flat; a jar of peanut butter, some wild Manuka honey comb from my uncle up north and a big jar of raw sugar for my cups of tea.

You’ll understand then, why I was upset when ants started coming inside.

They were really small things, some of the smallest ants I’d ever seen. When I got up in the morning, they would be swarmed around the tiniest crumb of dropped food, dividing it up and carrying it back to their nest in a steady brown-black pilgrimage of little bodies.

I didn’t begrudge them at first – I knew what it was like to be hungry. And I could appreciate more than most people that they were cleaning up my mess, doing me a service.

But when they ate a hole clean through the paper of my spare bag of raw sugar, I decided I’d had enough.


Borax and sugar, I discovered, was a good home-made ant killer.

We had plenty of borax-based cleaning products at work, for clearing drains and dissolving really stubborn filth. So I mixed up a solution as the internet instructed me, then left it in a saucer on the kitchen bench.

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Washington, Dear (George Washington x Reader)


Anonymous said:ok b,,,, imma need more gwash. Could you do one sort of similar to your last, but instead the reader simply has to bring him something he left at home, and calls him dear or something? And all the guys are like ???? Wtf??? Our kickass general and leader just got called dear? And smiled?? With love?? Hes married?? And to such a fuckin babe oml

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A/N: This is a lil shorter but I hope you like it!

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anonymous asked:

I got a fanfic request for a fic about Ryan getting scared/grieving/being attacked/etc and ghost Shane basically protecting him and Ryan seeing him and fluff with angst please? This all probably doesn't make sense but I tried :')

September 21, 2018. 

It’s officially been a year since Shane left Ryan. 

“Cheers,” Ryan whispers dully, raising a glass with one of the most expensive bottles of whiskey Ryan has ever bought. “to another year, right?” And Ryan downs the shot, Shane deserves only the best. The burning attacking his throat makes Ryan hum in comfort. Pain now seemed like the only way for Ryan to feel normal again. 

It’s been a year since Shane got into a car crash with a drunk driver who was too busy playing fuckin candy crush rather than paying attention to the damn road. The worst thing about it was the fact Ryan rested in the passenger seat right next to his friend’s soon-to-be death bed. 

Ryan poured himself another drink with shaky hands, he’s trying so hard to follow his therapist’s advice and think about the happy moments of Shane’s life except for his finals. But it wasn’t working. 

Ryan remembers the screams, not from Shane, but from him. Crying for Shane to watch out as the driver drove into their lane. He remembers telling Shane to turn to the next lane as he didn’t trust the guy ahead of him. He remembers Shane’s constant reassurance, telling Ryan he was just being paranoid as usual. 

Ryan chuckles at the last one, “How’d you like that, Madej? I was finally right about something and you were wrong.” it’s an empty praise and Ryan knows it; he wishes for the other way around but he couldn’t have that because that would just be normal. And nothing about that situation was normal. 

Ryan remembers hating Shane afterwards. Screaming to nobody but the walls in his apartment of how stupid Shane was. How incredibly wrong he had been, how if he had just listened to Ryan for just this once Shane would be alive and Ryan wouldn’t have a fractured arm. Because of course, Shane just had to be Shane, his usual smug, know-it-all, typical fucking douche. 

Ryan had once been afraid of bears but mental pain was something that put a bear attack to kiddie’s play. 

The whiskey bottle was half gone now and Ryan was crying profusely, his eyes red and puffy, body shaking and mind wrecked. He didn’t dare to look at his phone, knowing to only expect messages of fans and friends commemorating Shane;s death and how he was such an ‘inspiration’. 

“Well i just think you’re an asshole,” He sobs to himself, shaking his head as he stood up too quickly. Only to be greeted with a severe dizziness, much appreciated for the distraction. “fuckin, can’t be here anymore.” Ryan decided, pouring the rest of the whiskey into a red solo cup.

Ryan stepped out of the refinements of his house, stumbling out drunk deciding he didn’t care if his place got robbed while he was gone. His hand was glued to the cup as he walked down the streets and into the void of the night. No stars in sight and the moon was a crescent. 

“Look how they treat your death,” Ryan mumbled in disgust, “Shane deserves more than a fuckin half ass moon.” he continued, his expression hardening. 

Ryan just remembers. Remembers the guy stopping abruptly on a highway that went on an 80mph speed. Remembers the person behind them crashing into their rear. Remembers Shane, God, he remembers the god awful thud Shane’s skull made against the closed window. He remembers that Shane’s first initial reaction was to protect Ryan by throwing his right arm in front of him even though it only gained Shane a glass shard into his bicep. Ryan remembers his arm being slammed against the car door. Ryan remembers only recently being able to go around without the arm cast. 

Ryan sips on the whiskey, he’s openly crying in public but he doesn’t care. “Not so invincible now, are you Shane?” Ryan blinks, looking down at the red cup that’s almost gone of its previous liquid. “But looks like neither am I.”

What Ryan remembers the most are his eyes. Shane’s eyes in his last moments were spent watching Ryan. His eyes tells so much, it was apologetic, as if Shane knew what kind of fucking torture he would give Ryan if he were to past right now. Ryan remembers watching the light drain from Shane as he tried to say one last thing to the man next to him. 

Ryan fell to his knees and gritted his teeth, “The one time you could end up speechless you chose it to be on your dead line? Fuck you, Shane!” he cries as he holds himself. Thankful, at least he thinks he should be, for the lack of audience. 

Shane Madej died on impact. 

They say on the autopsy.

Shane Madej was an exceptional man and an inspiration to us all. 

They say at his funeral.

Shane Madej will forever be missed, but the work he left here will carry his spirit through. 

They say at work. 

“You know what I say, Shane?” Ryan inquires, pushing himself back up. “I say, ‘Shane Madej would never know how much Ryan Bergara loved him.’ so fuck off!” 

Suddenly, Ryan’s pressed against the back of a cement wall hard enough for the wind to knock out of him. The red cup falling from his fingertips and spilling the rest of its contents. Fear overtook Ryan’s hazy mind, instantly gaining some type of clarity. 

“You know,” The person who held a knife to his neck started, “you’re drunk, clearly in some sort of misery. I say I add on. Give me your wallet.” the petty thief grunts. Emphasizing his point by digging the steel tip into his neck. 

“Must be both of our unlucky days, left everything home.” Ryan states rather cockily than he would usually would had. 

“You think this is a fucking joke?” The man bellowed, re-shoving Ryan up against the wall. 

“You think I fuckin care anymore man?” Ryan’s voice cracks as he pressed the back of his head against the wall. He swallowed thickly, “I don’t. Now let me the fuck go!” he struggles now against the pin, biting his lower lip in dissatisfaction. 

“Maybe I should do you the fucking honors then.” And with that, the knife that was pressed against Ryan’s neck moved down to Ryan’s abdomen and sheath itself inside him. 

Ryan falls as the man runs right before he pulls the knife out. Ryan can’t screams, he can’t move for it hurts too much, and for once during this whole day, his brain isn’t concentrated on Shane. 

Blood began to seep from Ryan’s lips and Ryan thought this was it. That he’d die drunk in an alley way on Shane’s death day. He really does tend to steal the spotlight from Shane, doesn’t he? 

“Ryan,’ The voice is soft, hesitant, but caring. “it’s going to be okay. just breathe.” Ryan knows that voice but he’s too scared to open his eyes, especially now. 

“Was this how it feels?” Ryan questions towards the voice. 

“Unfortunately, you’ll be okay though, you have to be.” 

“Yeah, I thought the same for you.” 

Ryan finally opens his eyes, only to see Shane, he was sitting right next to Ryan too. Ryan could see the side of his head dried with blood and cuts that decorated Shane’s arm. 

“Am I going to die with a gap permanently in my abdomen?” Ryan asked softly, a wheeze escaping Ryan as it does Shane. 

“You’re not going to die.” 



“What Shane? You think life is at the best for me right now? Nice ghost form by the way, you owe me 50 bucks.”   

“Ryan- fine, you were right, God you were right. They’re all real but that doesn’t mean you should become one right now.” 

Ryan looks over to Shane’s eyes, he could feel cold but hot, tired but too awake. “It’s not the best to watch your best friend die.” 

Shane’s lips pressed into a firm line, “Yeah, and it’s worse to see your lover die too.” and like that, Shane was gone and Ryan passed out. 

Ryan woke up in a hospital bed, Shane was gone, and he was silent as he read the white board. 

Ryan Bergara, stabbed. 

September 22, 2018. 

     Hi! Originally, i planned on posting a follow forever on my blog’s 2nd anniversary which was 3 days ago, but since i got a little busy this week because of a very important event in my life (no i did not get married) and with other (unnecessary) stuff, i failed to finish the gfx for this thing. 

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Writing by @bloomingednae

Artist note: I think anyone who played FFXV can see where this iteration of Ladylake was inspired from lol

Day 2: Ladylake (Conflict/Trust) 

“And when, when I was off, which happened a lot,
You came to me and said, ‘That’s enough’”.

           -“Let’s Hurt Tonight” – One Republic

“For two, please.”

Mikleo outstretched his hand, which contained a few coins towards the cashier, who, it seemed, was finishing tidying up the cabinet area. The cashier woman was just about to take the money when she suddenly locked eyes with Mikleo and retracted her hand, head shaking furiously.

 “L-Lord Mikleo! I cannot accept such money; Lord Uno would have such a fit! Please, by all means, you and your companion can use the canal boats to your leisure.”

Mikleo chuckled and placed the few coins on the counter nonetheless. “You can tell Uno he can owe me another time; this one will be on me. May his blessing continue to watch over the people of Ladylake.”

The cashier began to become flustered as Mikleo left the money on the counter and walked passed the small booth towards the canal boats, Sorey in tow behind him. Sorey, in turn, low whistled and quirked his eyebrow at Mikleo.

“You hold nothing back, huh?”

Mikleo began boarding the boat and sat, patting the seat in front him indicating where Sorey should sit. “You’ve known me for how long and you still have to ask that?”

Shaking his head as he sat, Sorey laughed. “You got a point.”

As soon as he sat, the boat began to move forward along the canal ways, causing Sorey to jump a bit from his seat. He looked to his right to the city below him as well as the canal ways that circled around the city’s circumference. The canals circled around the main city in a spiraled manner, overlooking the city instead of riding through it. How the pillars that held up the canals filled with water was beyond Sorey; all the canals were detailed with beautiful carved designs, elegantly complimenting the make of the pillars as well as the architect below in the city. It was an astonishing sight in itself and Sorey wondered deep down if Mikleo witnessed the building of these canals.

Just as Sorey opened his mouth, Mikleo began to speak.

“Seventy five years. A couple of earth seraphs helped carve out the canal ways as well as carve the designs into each of them. Wind seraphs helped refine the edges, and the fire seraphs seared the designs to become permanent and unbreakable.”

“Uno wanted something for the humans to enjoy,” Mikleo continued. “As Lord of the Land, he felt the blessing level had risen so much, to the point that his seraphic power had increased and he felt that he should thank the humans in some way. It’s his artes that’s causing the boats to move naturally through the water right now, actually.”

He paused and looked over the city. “Lailah is extremely pleased how Ladylake has grown. New shepherds are being trained, the blessing level has increased so much, and she feels her own power growing since most of the sealing of the canal designs were by her artes. The blessing level has affected her artes to grow in power, to a certain extent.”

Sorey looked over the edge as well, seeing the city below him. It was still Ladylake but yet….not quite. Some of the architecture had begun to change and certain landmarks have been switched around; not to mention the unsettling statue of himself in the main square, depicting his travel as the Shepherd and his long slumber to put the world into a greater peace. His first impression of it was a little unsettling; seeing himself in the form of shaped rock wasn’t on his list of things to do.

But thinking back from when he was last in Ladylake, becoming the Shepherd and saving the world wasn’t on it, either.

He began to recall the events leading him up to that point. Running into Rose at the entrance, trying to find Alisha, stopping the hellions at the ceremony, and suddenly agreeing to be the Shepherd. They were all memorable memories; but the one that stuck out the most during that time was-

“Did you have any other questions, O Curious Seraph?”

The sound of Mikleo’s voice cut off his thoughts and he blinked back into reality. Mikleo’s gaze was unwavering , but inquisitive, waiting for Sorey to answer. Sorey began to laugh and shook his head. “Nah. Shouldn’t have expected less of you to give the most detailed expression without me asking.”

Mikleo rolled his eyes. “You can always trust me to read your mind without you asking, you know.”

As soon as Mikleo let that last part roll off his tongue, Sorey locked eyes with Mikleo, who stared back, sudden realization dawning over him. Mikleo looked away and towards the city, crossing his legs as he did so.

It was an interesting predicament they always found themselves in. When approaching a serious topic, they both knew what was about to be spoken of without even saying a word. So when a short silence befell between the both of them, they both accepted it and did not speak until one did.

Just as Sorey leaned forward to prop his elbows on his lap in front of him, Mikleo sighed.

“But of course, you couldn’t trust me back then, huh?”

Scenes of their dispute came fresh to Sorey’s mind as if it just occurred yesterday; the determination to fight in Mikleo’s eyes; Lailah’s expression of concern and uncertainty; his own heart pace increasing with frustration and anger of trying to make Mikleo not a part of his journey.

To say the least, they were heartbreaking expressions he would never want to see on Mikleo or Lailah’s expressions ever again. Moreover Mikleo, whom he had grown up with, been friends with, been lovers with-

Sorey shook his head and sighed. “You know it wasn’t like that, Mikleo.”

Mikleo let out a small laugh. “Yeah. I know now, obviously. We were seventeen, Sorey; far too young to know anything about the world that was around us at the time.”

Sorey nodded, remembering. What bothered him the most, though, was his lack of silent trust he usually had with Mikleo during that one argument. To Mikleo, their argument happened centuries ago, lost within the sands of time which Mikleo had experienced. To Sorey, though, it felt as if it only happened within the past year, still fresh in his mind.

Mikleo glanced over at Sorey, who currently seemed to be wracked with many thoughts. He leaned over and lightly flicked Sorey on the forehead, to which he responded with a low “Ow!” as be began to rub his forehead.

“Idiot. You can always trust in me to guide you and be that someone when you need a shoulder to lean on. Besides, someone’s gotta take care of you in this state; doubting Sorey is a no-good Sorey.”

Sorey furrowed his eyebrows. “What if I just like thinking?”

Mikleo rolled his eyes. “Please, I’ve known you long enough that you’re just a man of action and doing; words aren’t your greatest specialty.”

To this, Sorey laughed and relief washed over Mikleo like a wave. He smiled as he watched Sorey nod and agree towards Mikleo’s statements, green eyes glimmering with life. Mikleo knew Sorey still had a ways to go with alleviating the emotions of uncertainty within him since being a Seraph required much more emotional willpower than being a human, but, Mikleo realized, Sorey won’t be alone in the process.

He’ll have Mikleo by his side, with an undeniable trust and duty on Mikleo’s part to watch for Sorey no matter what.

He smiled even more at the thought of being with Sorey to watch him grow, when he suddenly realized he was being watched. Looking towards Sorey, he noticed Sorey was merely sitting there and just watching him with a look of content in his eyes.

Mikleo began to shift uncomfortably and looked off to the side. “W-what?”

Sorey grinned. “I know I’m no good at words. So would you trust me if I did this?”

Mikleo turned his head to face Sorey and before he knew it, Sorey leaned forward, placing a light kiss on his forehead. Without moving back to his seat, Sorey began to whisper softly.

“This is an apology for our conflict all those years ago.”

He proceeded to kiss Mikleo’s left cheek. “This is a thank you for always looking out for me during our journey.”

He moved on to Mikleo’s right cheek. “This is for waiting for me throughout all these years.”

As he pulled away, the undeniable tint of red that was across Mikleo’s cheeks were evident in Sorey’s eyes, but he merely smiled at Mikleo’s reaction before finally placing his lips upon Mikleo’s. It was brief, but long enough for Sorey to know that Mikleo was finally beginning to understand his intentions. He placed his forehead against Mikleo’s, feeling the coolness of the circlet against his own forehead.

“And that,” Sorey whispered in a low tone, “was a promise to never leave your side again for as long as I live.”

The tone in Sorey’s voice was endearing and full of honesty; Mikleo felt chills run down his spine and his eyes widened at hearing Sorey’s promise. All of it was almost too good to be true, most especially since the years of waiting in Sorey’s absence were the longest. But he came to the realization that it was both of them in that moment and only them; now and until whatever may come.

Slowly, Mikleo reached forward and found Sorey’s hands, intertwining his fingers. With a smile, Mikleo closed his eyes and came closer to Sorey.

“As will I.”

Let’s say all of the things that we couldn’t before,
Won’t walk away, won’t roll my eyes.

Lost Control - Darkiplier/The Host - One Shot

Warnings: None

Pairing: None

Author’s Note: I probably owe credit to @theowlandthefinch for the inspiration for this.

   Dark stared the other man down over steepled fingers, choosing his next words carefully. The Host’s expression, as usual, betrayed nothing. “You and I,” Dark said deliberately. “Are clearly the most powerful,”

   "The Host is aware,“ he replied.
   "Then why?” Dark growled. “Why would you turn down an offer like this?”
   The Host’s arms crossed on his chest. “Because unlike you, the Host harbors no ill intent toward the innocent. He would be quite content in his library, left alone.”
   The air was thick with tension as their voices grew harsher. “I never said anything about ill intentions-”
    “Do you think I’m stupid?” The Host said softly. “I know how you think. I know what you want even before you do.”
    Dark pounded on the desk. He struggled to control himself, forcing his flickering form to coalesce back into one image before speaking. “You’ll get what you want! I can find whatever I desire without your help, but you-”
    “You said it yourself, Dark,” The Host interrupted. “I am among the most powerful of us. I don’t need you.” He spoke again before Dark could. “You think you have everyone under your thumb, don’t you? You have no idea just how wrong you are. How can you possibly keep an entire group of people under control when you can’t even keep yourself in check?”
    Dark shot up in a rage, no less than six anaglyphic echoes shouting in anger around him. The Host flinched at the piercing ringing in his ears.
    “Don’t you understand?” Dark’s layered voice shouted. “I can give you-”
    “I know.” Said the Host nonchalantly. “You can give me anything. I know. But I don’t want anything. I want nothing more than quiet.”
    In a flash, Dark was in front of the desk, inches away from the Host. “But I can also take anything. I’ll rip away your self-control, turn your own mind against you. I-”
    Suddenly, Dark froze as the Host began to mumble soft narrations. “Darkiplier suddenly freezes, unable to move. His body is betraying him. He loses feeling in his arms and legs and collapses to the ground. Panic. Fear sets in as Dark realizes that he has no control over the Host- and worse- himself,”
    The Host stood above Dark’s quivering form, crumpled on the floor. There was something to be said about the monochrome man’s obsession with power. The Host could do anything with him. “The Host could destroy this creature; give him what he deserves. It would not be difficult to break him in this state.” Dark had never heard the Host’s soft voice so menacing.
    “H-Host I…” For the first time he could remember, Dark was lost for words.
    “I fell for your manipulation once. I won’t be so foolish again.”
    Darkiplier coughed as the Host left, taking his influence with him. Dark forced himself to his shaky feet. He would definitely need to be more careful.
    He glared at where the Host had been a moment ago. “We’ll see.”

‘When I look at you...I’m home’ - Eobard Thawne

Note: I own not the gif or the picture and I know…Whoa that’s not Eobard Thawne that’s another one of Tom’s characters from a different program. My response is Shhhh!. Also feel to tell me if you’re bored of the amount of Harrison, Eobard and HR fics, and I’ll try to incorporate another character. I’m already in the process of a fic for someone who asked me to make one. I’m putting the final touches into it. Don’t fret I haven’t forgotten. Anyway onwards to the fic.

“Now Barry this isn’t just my confession. I need you, and I know I don’t deserve this but it’s not for me, I need you to give [Name] a USB. It’s plugged into my office computer.” The video recording of the thing played. His voice softer than it had been moments ago. His face relaxed as he looked somewhere off screen. His eyes following something, and Barry knew who it was. “Please Allen. It’s for [Name]”

He didn’t know why he gave into the last request of a dead liar but he did. He passed over the USB to the broken soul before him. His soft rub of their shoulder as he questioned whether he should stay as support. They needed the support but they waved him away. Their fingers caressing the plastic drive.

A blank expression graced their features as they stared at the screen. The USB loading as they tapped the lone file, its contents already opening on the screen. They could see the video, see his excitement. They saw it in the sway his dimples showed as a smirk played at the corners of his mouth; and in the way his eyes visibly brightened.

It was silent as the video began to play, the laughter that sounded. The familiar van that sat in the back of the video, its engine running covering Cisco’s rambling and Barry’s words.

“Are we still rolling?” He all but yelled and they laughed. A tear falling from the corner of their eyes. He might have been a liar, one that wasn’t worth the pain but they loved him nonetheless. They loved the way his brows raised when he was in a particularly happy mood, one they hadn’t seen for a while after the explosion. “Hello” he smiled, his eyes looked almost like they were staring straight at them, not at the camera.

“Dr Wells, are you sure you want to do this now? Couldn’t you just tell [Name] when you see each other tonight” Caitlin asked from behind him. She was always the voice of reason, on any day. They had gone to her initially after they’d found out about Eobard Thawne. Their whole world had fallen that day, the normal buzzing bright life had turned dull and silent. Almost like someone had pierced their ears and they were suddenly going blind.

“I can’t do it later. We’re having dinner and anyway this is for our anniversary. One year from now.” He paused, he was actually happy; this wasn’t the act. This was actual joy and they could see it. “Anyhow, this is my message to you, although if I hate it. I’ll change it” They laughed, the tears still falling. He was always so set on things unless it came to himself. He was never sure he was doing things right. It was funny to think he was only like that because he was trying to fit into the past.

The screen cut and this time he was sat at home at their home. Their favourite song playing in the background, like a mood setter. Part of his face had been covered by shadow, his other part illuminated by the table lamp.

“As you can see, this isn’t the last clip.” He sounded glum, his words low and his eyes carting off into the distance behind the camera. Something was there, someone perhaps. They couldn’t be sure. “You probably know by now I’m not Harrison Wells. Harrison Wells was never in love with you.”

He shifted, and the sound of paper flying to the ground and a glass tapping another glass surface rang through the video. He’d been drinking, of course he had. It was how he calmed from a particularly tedious day. His gaze faltered to the surface of the desk as he figured out his next sentences.

“It was never my intention- it was-. I was just trying to get home.” He sounded, his words falling effortlessly in the air. An audible sigh and a shaky inhale and he looked back up. “It wasn’t until the second month I had known you that, when I look at you…I’m home. And I’ve gone so long feeling alone…you…make me feel like I’m not alone. I don’t want that to go away…I don’t want you to go away” He trailed off, he turned his head away from the camera. He faced the shadows. They knew why he was doing that; why he was hiding his behind the shroud of darkness. He was crying. He didn’t want them to see but the glint of the liquid that trailed down his face was too obvious to hide.

“It’s too late now. I was too late. Harrison Wells may never have loved you but I did.” He paused, “He may never have watched you when you concentrated on a puzzle; admired the content smile on your face when someone brought you flowers. I did. He may never have been there when you cried, when you watched that sad video of the animals that were being rescued. I was. I should have been content with it all. I should have left it all at how it was but I’d spent so long trying to get home. So long manipulating the situations, the acts, I couldn’t just abandon it. I should have. I know that now, I could have continued being Harrison Wells for eternity as long as you loved me, cared about me. As long as you spoke to me. I would have been happy. I ruined it and I have never been sorrier. Never felt guiltier.”

His left hand ran across his mouth and his eyes flew above the camera again. A soft smile formed on his face, and they knew now. They knew what he had been looking at. He had been watching them dance across his kitchen making dinner. Miming to the words being played. How had they forgotten that moment?

“I’m sorry [Name]. I love you. And if in some distorted way you loved me too, I’ll know you’re broken. Go find someone because I want you to be happy. I want you to find someone worthy of you. Who isn’t a liar, a cheat; a fraud. Someone who isn’t me.” He finished. His hand flying to the camera.

We Got Married Ep. 4 (Zico x Reader)

Since y’all have been requestiong a part 4 so much, here it is, btw the meme will make sense. Enjoy!

Originally posted by ihatepicasso

“Why do we have to drive so early?”

You asked yourself as you put your bags at the back of the car. They decided that it would be best to drive to your honeymoon destination, which was Busan. You liked Busan cause it had a beautiful sea, but now it was January and it was cold, cold was something you hated with a passion. You hadn’t even arrived but you could see your breath, just becasue you walked in the car.

“Good morning”

You said to your “husband” Keeping your big ass sunglasses on. You didn’t wear make up, you just put them on to cover up your bare face from the cameras. The good thing was that the cameras were already tapped in the car, so the camera crew would meet you there.

“Why so grumpy?”

“You are some wack ass husband, letting me put my bags in the car by myself”

You fired back. You could feel he was a bit pulled back, but he brushed it by sligtly laughing at your spiky attitude. You pulled the seat back and got comfortable as you sank in the leather material.

“You’re not a morning person are you?”

“I never was. So don’t try to make any bitchy comments cause I will cut you”

You pretty much mumbled. Being in the studio and also knowing that you would have to travel for 4 hours with a person that was now your “significant other” was kicking your bad.

“This is going to be a four hour drive, so we cannot just sit in silence, we need to give some content"Jiho said as he took a left turn. You reached over to turn on the radio to get some destruction, but had some difficulty at finding the on button, it felt like a spaceship computer or something.

“I know I look really stupid, but where the hell is the on button?”

You questioned him. He reached over and clicked the button, letting the music take over the silence and different melodies fill the empty space of the car.

“Why did they make us get there with a car?”

“They thought it was a good bonding experience. Oh reach over for that card, it’s our mission”


You did like he told you and openned the card. You were not looking forward for missions, it was usually awkward or too sappy and stuff.

“While driving, you have to make two confessions each. You know they did that cause they want some juicy stories, you ain’t fooling nobody”

You commented, as you smilled and Jiho laughed. It wasn’t a lie, they would be extremely happy if they got some interesting stories out of him or you.

“Ladies first”

“I’ve had sex with a famous rapper”

“Wait hold up, what?”

“Yeah, you have met him too”

“So one of the people I know have seen you naked?”

“I’ve seen him too, you know how sex works?”

You were never going to say his name, but you’ve had a brief relationship with a rapper that has made a name for himself. You knew he would be a bit upset for letting it out, but whatever he would be fine

“Damn, you are wild. Please tell a second one”

“I like putting the sounds of fireplace when I sleep”

“That’s all? That is boring comparing to the other confession”

“Before you confess I want to ask a specific confession. When you were a guest at Unpretty Rapstar, why were you acting like a little bitch and didn’t defend yourself when Jessi attacked you?”

“Jesus (y/n) you are blunt”

He said laughing. You started slightly giggling a little bit, you knew he felt a bit out of his comfort zone, well you were there just for that, cause you are blunt and you can offer them some good ass clips to show to the world.

“You think you funny? This a competition. Midget! I keep it classy but I’ll slap a bitch if I have to!”

You quoted Jessi making him laugh even more. You’ve met Jessi before and even though you had a bit of a clash because of your strong personalities, you managed to have a good friendship and keep in touch with her

“First off she is older than me, so normal people like me show respect to elders.

”“Ohhhhh shots fired. You are calling me disrespectfull now?”

“Also, she was scary. I thought that if I said something, she would get up and kill me”

“So you preferred becoming a meme than defending yourself? Cause I got a picture of your face when she talked back on my phone”

“…. Pass. I’m not talking about this anymore, you are too much”

It was your time to laugh at him. You started feeling even more at ease with him. You could know acknowledge the reason they put this mission, by revealing secrets it brings people closer, it’s like letting a guard down


Confession camera. You

“At first I thought the mission was stupid and it would only benefit the show and I revealed something for a shock factor, but as we talked about the secrets we decided to let go, I felt like this could benefit us and bring us closer”


“Second confession and make it a good one”

“One of the real reasons I came here was to prove that i’m not a bad boyfriend. Cause I got so much…. back lash fpr the relationship I had before and how I wasn’t treating her right, that it actually made me question myself.”

You were not expecting that kind of confession from him, but you were happy he opened up to you. Although you didn’t really know how to reply to that or if you should give him some words of encouragment

“When I said ‘make it good’ I meant something naughty, now you became all soft and I don’t know what the fuck to do. Think of the bright side, even if you were not a right boyfriend, she got that boom boom from you, y'all got some boom boom right?”

“Boom boom? really?”

“You don’t like it? fine, you fucking?”

As the time went on, you got in a better mood and you started talking about random stuff, jamming to the music, joking around with each other, you really felt like you had a road trip with a friend


Confession camera. Zico

“I loved the ride to Busan. I got to see a side of (y/n) that not many people see, she was very relaxed and open, sometimes to open she talked about her sex life… and then tried to get me to talk about mine. She is crazy, but she is good crazy I hope we have a great time in our honeymoon”

hazyxthoughts  asked:

I loooved that pineapples on pizza bit. Can I send more prompts? 😂 Okay how about Draco eating a mouthful of ice cream for the first time and getting brain freeze then blaming it on Harry? 😁

Draco: How dare you disrespect me like that?

Harry: What do you mean?

Draco: I feel like I just took a stinging hex to the brain because you LIED to me.

Harry: When the hell did I lie?

Draco: I asked in simple words if ice cream was like frozen custard and you had the audacity to shrug your shoulder at me and lie.  You said, and I quote, “same thing” and they are most certainly not the same thing.  Frozen custard, with it’s high content of butterfat and egg yolk is much creamier than that frosty sugared milk you just made me eat.  Furthermore, frozen custard is NEVER that cold…That must have been, what? a full 4° colder than any custard I’ve ever eaten.  If you hadn’t left me so utterly unprepared for what I was trying to enjoy, I never would have gotten my brain frozen.  And while we’re on the subject…

Harry: You know, I can think of a couple ways to warm your mouth back up.

Draco: *blushes* Wha…What? 

Harry: *sits his half-empty tea mug directly in front of Draco before walking away*

Draco: How. Dare. You. Disrespect. Me. Like. That?!

listen up assholes, I left the bbs fandom bc a lot of you guys don’t understand basic human decency. And seeing all the posts on my dash about the whol deli/rious problem, only makes me more fucking angry

this guy has been faithfully putting videos out for years. Every day, he edits footage and films, all for his audience. And what do yall do to repay him? invade his privacy, shove smut and ships in his face, yell at him for making a mistake in a fucking video game

im honestly amazed at how STUPID some of you are. some of the shit you’re doing is illegal, and some of it is straight up fucking awful. the only thing he has asked is that you respect his privacy and respect the fact that he doesn’t want to share every single bit of information with yall. and i respect him, because with the way some of you are acting, who KNOWS what would happen if he would

so why don’t you scrape together the basic human decency left in you and delete that photo and shit. forget it happened, and move the fuck on. enjoy his content, and for gods sake DONT ASK HIM ABOUT IT. respect the fact that he wants to keep his private life private

anyways, rant over. im pissed as hell at some of you, and i know that probably doesn’t mean shit to some of you, but i hope when you get sued for invasion of privacy or some shit, you’ll learn your damn lesson

thank you

So many of my favourite things from the last video

“Morality being too early then too late

“we know… wE KNOW... WE KNOW

Hearing what cartoon Thomas loves that I didn’t know he liked (Voltron Gravity Falls and Fairly Odd Parents??? Yes!!)


“But sure, make me the antagonist.” “Ok I will!” cue Prince and Anxiety pulling faces at each other

“who would want to live in a cartoon wo-” “OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOODNESS THAT WOULD BE THE MOST EPIC THING!!!” “question answered.”

“… was that Donald Duck?”

“And you populate your content with goofy and zany characters.” “Like who?” *Morality jumps in* “I LOVE CARTOONS!!”

Thomas’ dramatic cartoon faces

“To be a cartoon, or not to be a cartoon… that is the question.”

“I don’t know what they’re looking at, but I am eyeballing that fridge, because there’s some left over pasta-”

“I have no idea where you’re going with this, but I blindly support you.” *takes off glasses. “…where did you go?”

“And away with you, Marilyn Morose”

“Ok, booked!” “Wait what?!” “BOOKED?!?!?” “What the f-”

“Do you know how many people bust in here every week asking me to make them into a cartoon?” “Uh…” “37.”

Tara Strong

“Man, my skin is a lot smoother like this.”

*Birds chirp* “sHUT UP!!”  “wow, rude much.”

Do-nut want that to happen again!”

“Puppies?” “Maybe.” “Singing?” “Maybe.” “Singing puppies? “YES!”

“oh look, im the bad guy”

“Don’t worry, everyone loves the villain!”

The spongebob cut scenes

Logic likes cartoons confirmed

“I liked the dog, do you remember the dog?”



Morality is such a cute little bean


The animation was awesome

It was funny!!!

Overall 100 stars out of 10 because i love this video so much

blinded by your love

A/N: This is my first imagine I have ever posted and I’m very nervous but also proud that I actually got myself to post it. I welcome any and all criticism. Thank you for reading, all the love xx.

Word count: 1,537

He was so gentle. Her angel with cheeks as plush as cotton and heart as rare painite. She’d never seen someone so content with the fate God has given them and to have them be so selfless at the same time. He was blinded by the darkness. He couldn’t see the love she held for him, or how happy he made her. But he felt it. 

 And nonetheless she loved him unconditionally. He was the sun, moon and stars and the universe was nothing without him. Often times she would tell him to rub his eyes tightly, and he could see all the stars that he held inside him. The stars that shined through and lit her up. 

 One of the many things they had in common was their love for literature. He loved to hear her writings. Little did he know everything she’s ever written had a piece of him in it. His smile was her reward and was what fueled her to excel in her passion; to learn new words and create phrase that will be used by future authors years from now. 

The smile lines that creased along the corners of his mouth where his plump pink lips lay. The dimples she would poke to activate his hearty laugh. “God, I adore that smile.” She’d always say. “I adore you.” Twas his response. Always.

She treasured their first ‘I love you’, and didn’t mind one bit that she had said it first, his reaction was precious. She cupped his cheeks as shallow tears slid down them, her thumbs reacting like windshield wipers in the cool rain. “Unbelievable, if only you knew how much I love you, darling.” 

And they made love like devils that night. 

But they both could agree that the saying was overused by many who don’t know how to use it. The couple pledged that when they were older and wiser, with greater knowledge, they’d create their own phrase. One that future authors would use in their novels and lovers could say full-heartedly to each other. Maybe that’s what set them apart from their friends, their want to change the world. 

 The first time the pair had met was just something so casual it frightens her to think of a slight shift in detail. Had she not waited an extra few minutes in the little record shop, being keen on finding the old vinyl of a beloved band, she would have not come across who lays beside her holding the title of her lover.

 He walked into the small shop, his cane ahead of him leading him through the store. Her eyes immediately softened, feeling ashamed as she examined him. After a moment of looking down his frame, Y/N cleared her throat, letting him know of the extra company. 

 He became alert, taken aback at how close she was. His forehead creased and he took a few steps back, looking straight ahead, but seeing nothing but darkness. “Hello?” His accent was like butter. His deep and raspy voice made her eyes flutter, it was ever so comforting. A soft smile made its way onto her face before greeting him back, wanting him to feel at ease. 

 “Do you mind helping me? I’m in search of a vinyl which I can’t find anywhere. Well, for reasons other than the obvious.” He smiled, letting out a short laugh. She giggled softly at his humility. He was a strong man, seeming he could be content and make a bit of humor out of himself. It just furthered her interest in him. He was definitely a fighter and didn’t view his disability as a disadvantage. “And what vinyl would that be uhm…?” 

“Harry.” He smiled, dimples poking through cocking his head to the side awaiting for the name of the intriguing woman before him. “Harry…” the name was foreign to her tongue , but oh did it rest well. “Nice to meet you Harry, I’m Y/N-” 

 “It took a bit of searching but here it is!” The shop keeper barged in, holding up the vinyl they’d both been searching for throughout town. “The last Blondie vinyl in the store.” 

 “I must be in luck, that’s exactly what I’ve been scattering to find.” Harry says from beside her, while she stood stunned for a moment. Her and the shop keeper exchanged a look, before he opened his mouth to speak. 

 “Actually sir, thi-” 

 “This must be your lucky day!” She exclaimed, blocking out the man’s voice and giving him soft a look. At that moment she would do anything not to have the smile on Harry’s face drop, this was only a small price to pay. 

 The shop keeper smiled, ringing him up. “That’ll be $64.95 sir.” 

 Harry reached into his pocket unfolding 4 bills before handing them to Y/N. “Could you double check if these are 4 twenties?” She nodded before examining the bills, and as she did her face fell. The pity she had felt for him began to appear as she gave him a frown. 

 “Harry… these are 4 singles.” His face twisted, and she heard him curse to himself, groaning in frustration about grabbing the wrong stack. He muttered a small apology to the man, excusing him for wasting his time. He rubbed his hands over his face as he began to take small strides to the door. 

 “Wait,” Y/N called as Harry stopped in his tracks. She reached into her purse, pulling out 3 twenties and a five dollar bill and handing them over to the shop owner. “Here you go.” She smiled as he rung her up, handing back the change. 

 Y/N walked up to the lovely brunette, taking the bag with the beloved record and placing it into his hand, watching his eyebrows furrow in confusion before he shook his head. “No no.. I can’t. There’s no way I can take this, please-” 

She cut him off by squeezing his shoulder softly, smiling as she looked up at him. “Let’s make a deal.“ She grinned, although he couldn’t see her expression. “You can have the vinyl, as long as you and I can meet again. Somewhere we can get to know each other, I’d love to gain a friend.” His head shook, a smile spread across his face while his cheeks turned rosy. She took his phone number and provided a promise to call for an arrangement. 

 With an exchange of smiles, destiny rose to the occasion. 

 But some things were just never fair. This wasn’t fair. Her tears would stain her pillow and without making a sound, he would know. “We’ll be alright, baby. I promise we will.” His arms locked her in, securing their bodies together like a lock and key. He left kisses down her neck as she sighed contently, forgetting momentarily about her worries for him. Cause no matter what happened, she would always be by his side. 

 “I wish you could just-”

“I know…” he whispers. “But I can always imagine.“
He studied her face with the tips of his fingers until he memorized it like the back of his hand. He knew all her perfections, flaws and traits better than she did. 

She loved him with every atom in her. She was attached to his mentality, she loved his views on the world. He believes beyond this world lies another universe where he acquires all 5 senses, where he would be able to use them to appreciate their love. 

 “No matter what universe we lived in, I would still love you the same nonetheless.“ Y/N confessed as she sat comfortably on his lap, her own lips coming in contact with his plump pink ones. 

 “You think so?” He mumbled into the kiss before pulling away, holding her tight leaving little to no space between them. She nodded, taking his pointer finger and placing it on her cheek, wanting him to outline her face. He smirked before doing just that, knowing how much comfort it brought her. 

 “God, I fell in love with a psycho.” Y/N gasped as Harry chuckled, leaving a sloppy kiss on her neck. “As psychotic as she turns out to be, I’m still fucking whipped.” 

 Hearing how much he loved her was a drug she got high off. It was all she needed to survive, and she never took advantage of what he provided for her. “Fuck, you make me feel like a damn princess baby.” 

 “You’re my princess.” He smiled, now resting his entire palm on her cheek, swiping his thumb along the soft skin. “And it doesn’t take sight to know that. Your strength and care could carry a kingdom, you sure as hell carry me. I am blind, that’s something we both have faced conflict with in our relationship before. But the one thing that’s greater than my blindness is the love you give me, the love I have for you. I am not blinded by the darkness; I’m blinded by your love. You helped me to remove the negative thoughts and the loneliness I felt. You put light in me. Thank you so much, darling. I don’t have my sight, but I am also robbed of my heart. You’ve stolen it, and it’s yours to keep.”


Relationship: Batboys x Batmom!Reader

Summary: A relaxing day of making cookies is just to much to ask for!

Key: Y/N= your name

Ah, the weekend. When children are home and husbands don’t have to work and families can get together and share a lovely day. Well…not your family. 

Wayne Manor was always full of hustle and bustle and it seemed no one had time for each other, ever. Even if the boys had some down time, they wouldn’t spend it together of their own free will. Yes, you had given up on family bonding sometime ago, especially with the night activities. The family was always too tired to do something during they day, so you left it alone after trying a few times.

This weekend was no different. You watched as your family scattered to their respective zones and shut themselves away. It was a sad thing to witness, but there was nothing you could do.

“Miss Y/N,” Alfred interrupted your thoughts, “I’m leaving for a short day trip, I’ve prepared meals if you need them. Don’t let anyone beside yourself, or Master Jason, into my kitchen, please.”

You giggled, “Alright Alfred.” Then you had an idea. “Alfred, do we have the makings for cookies?”

“Why, I believe we do,” he saw your face light up, “Just clean up when you’re finished.”

“Will do. Enjoy your day!” You waved the butler out the door. You stared until he was at the end of the sidewalk then shut the door and dashed to the kitchen.

You hadn’t made cookies since you were in college when you went home to visit your parents for Christmas. It was your tradition until you married Bruce, now you and your family just visit for the holidays and your mom has the cookies already made. The first time it happened you were shocked and slightly offended, but as the years wore on, you understood that she was making your life a little easier with your boys and all.

When you entered the kitchen, you texted your mom for her chocolate chip cookie recipe. While waiting for the response, you got out the basic necessities for making cookies. You peaked at your phone as you measure the flour and sugar and other dry ingredients into one bowl and the wet ingredients into another. You mixed the bowls together and tossed in a generous amount of chocolate chips.

“Hm,” you hummed looking into the bowl. You snatched up the bag and poured even more chips in. “That looks way better!”

You finished mixing the batter and tossed a cookie sheet onto the counter with a little bang. “Oops,” you giggled to yourself. You assumed it didn’t bother anyone and continued with your cookie making.

Jason was in the room next to the kitchen when he heard a bang. Worried, he rushed to the kitchen and found you humming to yourself, scooping cookie batter onto a tray. “Ma, what are you doing? Are you okay? I heard a bang.”

You were startled by Jason’s entrance,but smiled and shrugged off his questions. “I’m fine Jay, I just dropped the pan,” You spun around to face him with the cookie sheet in hand, “I’m making chocolate chip cookies! Like grandma makes at Christmas.”

He watched as you happily moved about the kitchen. He couldn’t remember you ever looking so cheerful and overall, pleasant. He smirked as you did a little dance and shoved the tray into the oven, setting the timer. “What are you smirking at,” you cooed at your son.

“Nothing,” he responded, shaking his head, “Just happy someone around he is making sugary goodness.” Jason slide over to the bowl on the counter.

With your back to the boy you said, “Stop right there Jason. Don’t you dare think about eating the cookie dough.”

“Ah but Ma! I’ve died! The worst I can get is a little salmonella,” Jason whined as you turned back to him. He pulled a pair of puppy-dog eyes out. “Please!”

“Jay, no! If you eat some, then I’ll eat some an then there’ll be none left for making cookies!” You swatted his hand away with your spoon. “I said no.”

Jason just sneered and stuck his finger in when you went to check on the cookies.

The smell of the sugary treat cooking wafted through the whole manor. A feat not easily accomplished, but they were your mother’s recipe and she knew what she was doing. Or at least, her grandma knew. 

Dick was the first to smell the cookies baking. His nose stuck into the air the moment the smell began. Oh it was wonderful, he felt like it was the holidays. He followed his nose down the stairs and to the kitchen where he found you and Jason chatting, a bowl of cookie dough left on the counter, ignored. He tip-toed his way over to the bowl, his finger poised over the rim.

“Richard, you dare so much as take a swipe of my cookie dough, you will be grounded for a month,” you chastised without looking over at the man.

“Mom! You can’t ground me, I don’t even live here.”

Jason piped up, “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Shut up!” Dick stuck his tongue out at Jason playfully and Jason grabbed his tongue. “Ow, ow, ow, ow! Mam make ‘im staph!”

You chuckled, “Jay, let go of your brother’s tongue. Okay, that’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.” Your boys laughed with you.

You had gotten the first batch of cookies out and put in another when Tim entered the room. “Mom, what smells so good,” he exclaimed. He say the cookies laying on a cooling rack and cried out, “Sweet! Cookies!” He went to grab one and you smacked his hand.

“Timmy, they’re way too hot, you’ll burn your mouth,” you told the teen. His shoulders slumped and he shuffled to grab a chair and sit down. On his was back with his chair, he saw the bowl of dough. “Timothy don’t you even think about it.” Tim’s face flopped and he dragged his chair past the cookie dough, a longing look on his face.

Damian had popped in when the first batch of cookies were cooled and the third batch had somehow made its way into the oven. Your bowl only contained enough dough for one more batch and by God you were going to do it. “Dami! Sweetie, do you want a cookie? Fresh made!”

Damian grabbed the cookie you offered him and shoved it into his mouth. You watched as his stern face melted as the cookie melted in his mouth. “Ummi, this is delicious! Did Pennyworth make these?”

“Nope,” you smiled proudly, “I did! And I’m almost finished. There’s one batch left to bake.” You glanced to the bowl that you had managed to keep away from your children’s grasp. You admired your boys as they chatted and ate the cookies. “Boys, I’ll be right back. I have to use the restroom, please don’t touch the cookie dough!” They nodded and said they wouldn’t eat it, so you left. 

Only moments after you left, Dick snatched the bowl and put it in front of himself. “I am the guardian of the bowl! None shall receive it’s delicious contents,” he proclaimed while cuddling said bowl. Damian scooted over to Dick, promising to protect the bowl as well

Jason and Tim shared knowing looks and Jason said, “We’ll see about that.”

And with those words, it was a fight to the death. Who would get the dough or keep the dough safe from the ‘evil’ clutches. It was a hard fought battle, but in the end, all the boys had began to eat the cookie dough. They ate it from the bowl, from the counter, from their hair. The cookie dough had gotten everywhere and they thought it best to clean it by eating it.

You strolled back into the kitchen and stood gaping at the scene in front of you. You boys had managed to get all of the last of your cookie dough, everywhere, The ceiling, the floor, the oven, the fridge, and themselves, all covered in cookie dough.

“Oh, no,” Damian mutter as he caught sight of you.

“Wha- oh. Um, heh, hi mom,” Dick stuttered once he found what Damian was looking at.

“Boys,” you began, an eerie calm in your voice, “What happened here?”

“Well…” Jason began. He explained the circumstances that led to the cookie dough no longer being available for your last batch. “So, yeah, sorry Ma.” His head hung low, as did the other’s.

You just began to smile, then giggle, then out right bust out laughing. Their heads shot up in surprise as they found you in hysterics. You skipped over to your boys and pulled them all into a big hug. “Oh, you all are a mess, but you’re my mess and I couldn’t love you dorks more.” You hugged them all tightly.

“We love you too, mom,” Dick spoke for the boys. They all nodded and hugged you back.

Your family wasn’t like any other family, and they were nothing short of perfect.