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Just Pretend - Part One

Note: I’ve had this done for a whiiiile, but I didn’t want to post it bc I didn’t know whether I wanted to leave it open-ended to make it into a series or not. Anyway, here you go now. Better late than never. Also, this is loosely based off of the movie The Proposal, so yeah.

Word Count: 2930

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warnings: None. Secondhand embarrassment, you know how family is lol

AU: Modern/Fake Dating

“Yes, mother. I know, I’ll be there.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you slouched in your office chair.

You were on the phone with your mother while you sat in your office at work, and she was talking your ear off as usual.

“You’re gonna need a date. There is no way you are showing up to the family reunion without someone. Do you need me to call that boy from the-”

“Mom, I have a boyfriend.” You interrupted, without realizing what you said.

“Oh, you do? That’s wonderful! What’s his name?” Your mother asked, curiosity seeping through the phone.

At that moment, Thomas Jefferson walked into your office with a knock on the door. He was about to say something, when you put your finger up, silencing him.

“Thomas, not now.” You said, waving him off.

“Thomas?” Your mother said through the phone. “Oh, how did you two meet?”

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Just Pretend - Part One

Note: Hey, guys. New mini-series! This is going to hopefully be no more than four parts tops. This was inspired by some requests I had that just fit together. I’m using the concept of the requests instead of the quote prompts themselves…sorry ‘bout that. The actual drabble quotes just didn’t fit Crowley’s character imo…So instead I made a series out of it to try and make up for not using the quotes themselves. Hope this made sense. Enjoy.

Word Count: 2610+

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Summary: Crowley and the reader are fake dating to please Y/N’s mother while they visit the reader’s family to attend her brother’s wedding.

“Yes, mother. I know, I’ll be there.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“You’re gonna need a date. There is no way you are showing up to your brother’s wedding without someone. Do you need me to call that boy from the-”

“Mom, I have a boyfriend.” You interrupted, without realizing what you said.

“Oh, you do? That’s wonderful! What’s his name?” Your mother asked, curiosity seeping through the phone.

At that moment, the King of Hell popped into the room. He was about to say something, when you put your finger up, silencing him.

“Not important. Listen, Mom, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, love you. Bye.” You said, hanging up the phone.

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Nothing Left To Say

Inspired from: Imagine the 11th Doctor finding your suicide note and him running to go find you. Only for him to realize he was too late. + Imagine the 11th Doctor saving you from Weeping Angels and him inviting you inside the TARDIS where he realizes he might love you + Imagine the 11th Doctor stopping you from killing yourself and he tells you he loves you. + Imagine Dragons – Nothing Left To Say

Characters: Reader, 11th Doctor, Ben [OFC (But not a important one)], Reader’s Mother

Reader Gender: Not specified

Pair: 11th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2231 (With the song) And here I thought it was going to be too short.

Warnings: Fluff, some swearing, a timey wimey story line, mention of self-harm, suicide, reader’s death, attempt to suicide, suicidal thoughts, depression, might be triggering
(I know it looks bad but there’s a happy ending)

Notes: (Y/F/S//B): Your Favourite Singer/Band

Hope you like it.

| I can’t lose you. Because if I ever did I would’ve lost my best friend, my soulmate, my smile, my laugh, my everything.|

(_____’s POV) ||2013||

You slowly made your way home as you tugged your sleeves again, maybe 50th time that day.

            You thought seeing your friends would cheer you up. Well, you couldn’t be more wrong. Unlike you, they were happy. They had their own troubles, of course. But they weren’t depressed. Yes, being jealous of your friends’ lifes wasn’t good, not at all. But how couldn’t you be jealous?  They talked about how happy they were and you just sat there fake-smiling, trying to hide your freshly cutted wrists.

            To avoid rest of the world you take your phone and headphones.

“To lower your risk of hearing damage, do not listen at high volumes for long periods.”
So? Like I give a damn about it.

You sighed as song started. Absent-mindedly you tried to tug your sleeves even more. Like it was possible.

“Who knows how long
I’ve been awake now?
The shadows on my wall don’t sleep
They keep calling me
Beckoning, beckoning, beckoning”

Depressed thoughts, depressed music. Daily basis of a wild (Y/F/N).

After awhile someone called your name. You heard it even (Y/F/S//B) was making it impossible to hear. You took your headphones off as a strange man held your arm.
“_____, please don’t do it!” He looked at you with worry. His eyes were red and wet. He probably just stopped crying. You realized he was holding a paper.
“I’m sorry but… Who are you?” He stopped a moment for thinking as he dropped your arm.
“Oh… What time is it? As year?”
“2013. Look I don’t know you. How the hell do you know my name?” He started to walk backwards.
“I’m sorry. Right person, wrong time. I better go. See you later.” And he just run away. You thought he was drunk or mad. So you didn’t care what happened. Oh, if you knew who was that man with that silly bow-tie. If you knew…


(Doctor’s POV) ||Tomorrow (Yeah, tomorrow. It’s Doctor Who.)||

Who knows what’s right?
The lines keep getting thinner
My age has never made me wise
But I keep pushing on and on and on and on

“Come on! I need to stop her from doing it! Be the right time.”
When TARDIS landed I ran out. I looked around, trying to understand where I was. Then I realized.
Sad faces, crying, black clothes, graveyard.
I pushed everyone on his way to see whose grave was it. They whispered to each other, asking who was that man. I didn’t care about them. When I pushed the last person I saw the name that I hoped I wouldn’t see.


“First it was too early and now… too late. I’m too late.”
“Are you the Doctor?”
I turn to see who was talking. But I didn’t recognize who was she.
“Sorry, do I know you?”
“No. But I heard about you.”
When I looked carefully I saw similar, not same but similar, eyes.
“Are you…”
“Her/His mom? Yes.”
I swallowed. “What happened?” Like I didn’t know.
She turned to her/his grave. “Suicide. She/He jumped from her/his apartment.”
“I’m so so sorry. Forgive me.” She turned to me again.
“Forgive? What for?”
“No-Nothing. Sorry for your lost.”

            I ran back to TARDIS. “No! She/He’s not gonna die! Time can be rewritten. What’s the point of being a Time Lord if you can’t save the woman/man you love.”


(_____’ POV) ||2014||

“_____! Can you bring more of these from basement?”
Basement? I call it dungeon. “Alright!” You slowly went down stairs. You opened the lights only to find out that they were flickering and not helping you.
“For fucks sake, Ben. Change these bulbs.” you murmured while taking your phone to use it as light. You walked as you remembered but something blocked your way.
“What a statue is doing here?”
You looked it carefully using your phone’s light.
“Well, aren’t you ugly.” Before you could understand someone pushed you and you fell on your butt. Hard. “What the hell are you doing mate?! Careful!” He turned around and smiled apologeticly.
“Sorry.” He helped you get up. “But I just saved your life.” You eyed him suspiciously. You didn’t knew him and he looked weird. For a moment you thought you met him before but couldn’t find when and where. What he meant by saving you seemed more interesting.
“From what? A statue?”
“Not just a statue.” You ignored him and walked to statue to see what had he done. You laughed when you realized only difference was a mirror in front of the statue.
“You saved me with a mirror. Wow. You are my hero.” He rolled his eyes and pulled your arm. “What are you doing?!” you shouted. He was taking you somewhere and you were scared. Who the hell was he? What was going to happen? You shouted Ben’s name. And of course he didn’t showed up. “Where the fuck is he when it’s needed?” you mumbled.
“Calm down. I’m not going to harm you but it’s annoying when you humans don’t believe me.” He let go of your arm when you two came in front of a blue box. You looked at it with shock.
“How the hell you found a police box? What is it doing here? Who are y– Did you just said you humans?!” You couldn’t believe you’ve not realized it the moment he said it. He just smiled and snapped his fingers. And box’s doors opened you gasped when you inside.
“I know.” he said with a grin and go inside. “Come on!”
You walked in with wide eyes and a hanging jaw. “It’s… It’s… God!.. What the fuck?! It’s…”
“Bigger on the inside.” he finished for you.
“H–How? It’s not possible. Am I high? No… Am I that high?”
“Alien tech. Well, Time Lord tech to be more spesific. And no, you’re not high… I guess.” Finally you looked at him. With a brighter light you could saw his face properly. And you realized he was looking good. Something must done about clothes anyway.
“Time Lord?”
“An alien race. Like me.” You raised your eyebrows.
“You’re an alien. Wow. O–Okay. What was that thing? That statue. Was it also an alien?”
“A Weeping Angel.”

Then he told you everything he knew about about them. And it was… facinating. They scared the crap out of you, yes, but it was impressing. Not the part where they send you back in time or worse where they killed you. But their speed and how successfully they hide was wonderful.

After he finished he go outside to make sure no one would touch the angel or remove the mirror. You didn’t know how but you simply didn’t care. You looked around, trying to memorize this beautiful machine. When you were thinking about going outside Doctor came in. That was what he called him. He didn’t told you exactly why.
“Done! No one will ever get harm by that angel. So…” He stopped in front of you. You waited him to go on.
“Would like to come with me? To travel.”
Your eyes widened. “What the f–” He hushed you with his hand.
“Do you really hear yourself or do all those swears come out bt themselfs?” You pushed his hand.
“Don’t do that and sorry. I can’t stop it sometimes.”
“Anyway, are you coming?” He smiled warmly, eyes filled with hope.
“I don’t understand…” Why would he want me?
“Understand what? I want you to travel with me. All time and space! Anywhere and anytime we like!” You smiled. For some reason he wanted you. And for some reason you trusted him. Also who could say ‘no’ for time and space travel.
“Anywhere and anytime? Or you sure you can handle it?” He grinned.
“Is that a yes?” You grinned too.



There’s nothing left to say now
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

It didn’t mean anything. This life. I wasn’t going to get any better. Not even Doctor could helped you. Not even the life you had with Doctor didn’t mean anything.

Below my soul
I feel an engine
Collapsing as it sees the pain
If I could only shut it out

You had fallen for him hard after all that time. He was charming, funny, adorable, kind, heroic… He was the guy you always dreamed of. But he was The Doctor. An Time Lord. Oh, and the huge age gap.

You knew he loved you. But as a friend. It wasn’t what you wanted. It wasn’t enough. A platonic love was the last thing you needed. It hurt you more than ever. Your depression became even worse. And you thought it was impossible

You knew what you should do. Finish it. End the pain. Go for the short cut.

I’ve come too far
To see the end now
Even if my way is wrong
I keep pushing on and on and on and on

You were at the roof of your apartment. You bit your bottom lip. Closed your eyes. You were ready to take the last step but you heard that voice. That sweet voice. Voice of the TARDIS. You heard the doors open. You heard Doctor running.
“Stop! _____, please! Don’t!” You looked over your shoulder and see the man you loved most. He was holding a paper. Your suicide note. His eyes were watery and red. He probably just stopped crying.
“Don’t come any closer, Doctor. Go away. I don’t want you to see this.” Tears started to fall down. You knew he wouldn’t go. But you also knew you would do it at the end. One way or another.

There’s nothing left to say now
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

            “You can’t do this, please. Please…” his voice turned into a whisper. You could still hear him though. He kept saying ‘please’ over and over again.
“Why not?” You swallowed. You didn’t like this. Making him cry. It was hurting you like you were in hell.
Soon you’ll be there.
“’Why not’? What?.. There’s a lot to see! You should go on!” he screamed.

I keep falling, I keep falling down
I keep falling, I keep falling down
I keep falling, I keep falling down
I keep falling, I keep falling down
If you could only save me
I’m drowning in the waters of my soul

“You said, I mean in the note, you said ‘I think we’re here to suffer. At least that’s why I’m here.’ But there’s much more. I’ve showed you much more I want to show more. Please, let me. Let me show you there’s more than suffer.” This answer wasn’t enough. Everyone was saying this. A lot to see? Like what? Go on? For what? More than suffer? Like what?
“Yeah? Like what? Hope? There’s no hope. Not for me! Love? I haven’t seen it for a long time.”

“I can show you.” he said and you laughed bitterly.
“And how are you going to do that, Doc?” you shouted then took a deep breath. He paused for a second.
I knew it. There’s nothing he can say. I’m definitely doing it.

There’s nothing left to say now
There’s nothing left to say now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now
I’m giving up, giving up, hey hey, giving up now

Before you could even move he shouted back.
“I love you!” You froze. He just didn’t said that. He didn’t. He didn’t mean it. Not that way.
“I love you, (Y/F/N)! And I can’t live without you. You want a reason to not to this? Then I’m the reason. Because if you go, I’ll come with you. Do you want this?”

Hell no!

“D– Doctor…”
“Yes?” you could hear the hope in his voice.
“I think I need a little help to get down.” He quickly ran to your side, helped you get down. And pulled you for a tight hug.
“Don’t you ever do that again. I meant it when I said I can’t live without you. I can’t.” You smiled against his neck. You never thought this would happen. He pulled back and cupped your cheek and smiled. Then you realized.
“You’re that weird guy!”
“What?!” he asked with confussion.
“Before I met you, you came along and told me not to do it. I didn’t understand what it meant. Or I didn’t remember you when I met you. But I remember now!” He looked at you with a mock-hurt expression
“Weird guy? That’s how you remember me?” You rolled your eyes.
“That really bothers you?” you asked, eyebrows raised. He pretend to think for a moment.
“Not really.” Before you could respond he leaned in and crashed his lips on yours. Your breath hitched with shock but you responded quickly. When you realized you forgotten something you pulled back. He looked at you puzzled and a little hurt.
“I forgot to say something.” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue. You licked your lips then smiled. “I love you, too.” He grinned. You snapped your fingers and TARDIS’ doors opened. You grinned too. “Shall we?”

anonymous asked:

hello! first off I want to say thank you for creating this blog specifically for socky, but if it's not too much trouble, can you please post the incorrect quotes as chat posts instead of just regular posts? (I don't mean to be too pushy, the format just bothers me)

Hello anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I was on a road trip. I wasn’t ignoring you I swear

First off, you’re very welcome! Socky doesn’t get enough love and I enjoy managing this blog a lot, so I don’t think I’ll stop anytime soon. 😊

Secondly, thank you for teaching me something new! I’m still quite new to tumblr and I feel like I don’t know all the obvious thing that I should know. Like that the strange formatting on other blogs incorrect quotes wasn’t some weird advanced form of HTML that everyone else somehow knew how to do, but I didn’t, and instead it was actually the chat post option that I had never even given a second thought to. I am so dumb

From now on I’ll start doing that! Thanks for the new information ^.^

Living with Mikey like:

- your house has a permanent smell of pizza and no amount of air freshener helps the issue

- “Babe? Cal just beat me at GTA, can I play you to get my confidence back?”

- daily afternoon naps in between gaming and eating

- drowning in laundry on a sunday morning

- “We really should have thought this relationship through first… neither of us can cook for shit.”

- having to unplug the xbox to get any sort of attention at all

- “Come cuddle”

- having to hold him sometimes and remind him he is beautiful and loved because even though he jokes, the mean comments get to him

- him terrorizing you with taking non stop pictures of you and blackmailing you with the horrible ones

- “For the last time, I’m NOT Muke af.” (what a lie though amiright ladies)

- dancing to super loud rock music at three in the morning bc why the hell not

- “Mikey, can we not eat pizza tonight?”

- “Get out of this house.”

- him being the big spoon 80% of the time but also wanting to be the little spoon because, “babe, it’s only fair.”



- him getting blushy anytime you do anything remotely cute at all

- “How’d I get so lucky?”

- getting in an argument before bed and him saying “Okay, whatever, you can be mad at me again in the morning but we’re cuddling tonight damn it.”

- “I truly think I’m in love with you.”


One Direction Preference : He Plays With Your Hair

Harry:  The two of you lied on the couch watching a movie. Your head was in his lap and he softly twirled strands between his fingers and you loved the feeling and soon closed your eyes. “Bored with the movie?” “In love with you playing with my hair. Feels amazing.” “Does it now?” You crack open one eye and smile at him. “Yes.” He leaned down to quickly peck your lips. “Good, cause i’m not done yet.”

Louis: “Your hair is so soft.” He says as he bounces it up and down with his hands and you just laugh at his actions. “You’re pathetic Louis.” “Not my fault you just washed it and now it’s so fluffy and soft and i can’t stop playing with it.” Smirking you lay back so your hair is pressed against his chest. “Gonna keep playing with it now? How?” He smirked and pushed you up so that you were sitting up and he continued to play with your hair like a little kid. “Just like that, (YN), just like that.”

Liam: You had just gotten your hair cut and was showing it off to Liam who smiled. “I like it.” “Feel it!” you nearly beg and rush towards him and he laughs as he fluffs your hair. “I like it. You look gorgeous with it.” His hands never left your hair and you smirked as he continued to play with it absentmindedly. “Liam?” “Yes?” “Babe, you’re still playing with my hair. You haven’t stopped since you first started.” He smirked. “Maybe that was the plan.”

Niall: Laying in bed you woke up to the feeling that someone was messing with your head and you brought your hand back to stop the feeling but it wasn’t stopping, soon you heard laughter and opened sure. “What are you doing, Niall?” “Playing with your hair. I woke up a while ago and your hair was covering my face so i blew on it and it moved and then i started playing with is, got a problem with it?” You giggle. “I slept through it so i doubt i have a problem with it, babe, by the way, i never said to stop, keep going, it felt good.”

Zayn: Just like when he was busy painting, his hands gently stroked your hair, relaxing you and you smiled in content against his chest in bed that night. You couldn’t sleep so Zayn started to stroke your hair and you just melted under his touch. “You can do this anytime you want Zayn, anytime i swear to god i won’t ever complain when you do.” “Even when we get married?” You giggled. “Especially when we get married, give everyone a little extra show.”

This stereotyping of “privileged” people and “non-privileged” people needs to fucking stop i swear to god

“you’re a cishet male why the fuck are you complaining about your life? We genderqueer non binary blah blah have it worse blah blah blah”

Shut the fuck up. You think because I am a heterosexual male means I can get by in life completely fine, get any job I want at anytime and get paid lots of money? Grow the fuck up. You think that my life is a whole lot easier just because I’m white?

This website is pissing me off so much.