i was so alone i owe you so much

hey overwatch authors... PSA

super quick clarification because I see it SO much and it’s just a tiny pet peeve of mine. .

>>>>     Prosthetic is an adjective.

it’s kinda obscure I get that,,, but prosthetic is an adjective. it’s used with a noun. Not alone.

So like this:

  • he has a prosthetic arm
  • she took off her prosthetic legs

Not: 

  • he has a prosthetic.
  • she took off her prosthetics.

If you want to use it like that then use the noun form. Prosthesis” with the plural “prostheses”

So like this:

  • he has a prosthesis
  • she took off her prostheses

Summary: 

Prosthetic is an adjective. Do not use it alone.

Prosthesis/Prostheses is a noun. You can use it alone.

*breathes heavily* sorry if this came off as really aggressive I don’t mean it that way. it’s just something that annoys me as a person who loves grammar and syntax. I feel like it’s not commonly known so don’t feel bad at all but this is a psa!!

carry on with your marvelous writing!

You… you told me once that you weren’t a hero. Umm, there were times I didn’t even think you were mouse, but let me tell you this: you were the best mouse, and the most mouse… mouse being that I’ve ever known, and no one will ever convince me that you told me a lie, and so… There. I was so alone, and I owe you so much. Please, there’s just one more thing, one more thing, one more miracle, Basil, for me. Don’t… be… dead. Would you, just for me, just stop it? Stop this.

anonymous asked:

what's the best, most iconic johnlock quote?

Well I will approach this in two ways. ACD Canon quotes and BBC Sherlock quotes.

ACD Canon : 

  • “It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it.” 
  • “You have a grand gift for silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.” 
  • “I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of daily life.” 
  • “You’re not hurt, Watson? For God’s sake, say that you are not hurt!“ It was worth a wound – it was worth many wounds – to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain. All my years of humble but single-minded service culminated in that moment of revelation.” 
  • “I have never loved, Watson, but if I did and if the woman I loved had met such an end, I might act even as our lawless lion-hunter has done. Who knows?” – The Devil’s Foot. “By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive. Now, sir, what have you to say for yourself?” – The Three Garridebs.
  • “The relations between us in those latter days were peculiar. He was a man of habits, narrow and concentrated habits, and I had become one of them…..I was a whetstone for his mind. I stimulated him. ”
  • “I am lost without my Boswell.”
  • “…If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city…. ”


BBC Sherlock:

  • “You’ve got a boyfriend then? Which is fine by the way.” “I know it’s fine.”
  • “I am happy to play the fool. For you.”
  • “You, it’s always you John Watson. You keep me right.”
  • “I don’t mind.” “Anytime.”
  • “I’m glad no one saw that.” “What?” “You, ripping my clothes off in a darkened swimming pool. People might talk.”
  • “Take my hand.” “Now people will definitely talk.”
  • “You look sad, when you think he can’t see you.”
  • “I have a date” “that’s what I was suggesting”
  • “It(Sherlock Watson) could work.”
  • “Dinner?” “Starving.”
  • “You are a great boyfriend. Sherlock Holmes is a very lucky man…Don’t make me compete with Sherlock Holmes.”
  • “I’m his doctor.” “And only a fool argues with his doctor”
  • “The stuff you wanted to say but never did. Say it now” “No. I can't”
  • “There’s something I’ve always wanted to say but never have”
  • “You being all mysterious with your–cheekbones. And turning your coat collar up so you look cool.”
  • “I’d be lost without my blogger.”
  • “I was so alone. And I owe you so much.”
  • “But look how you care about John Watson. Your damsel in distress.”


There are many. But I have a tendency to forget quotes when someone asks for it. Feel free to add more.

About Last Night // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Two [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series Masterlist

Series: Part One

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Public Fingering, Public-ish Oral (Female on Male), Sinning, Thigh Riding, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,283

Song: Slow Hands (Acoustic) by Niall Horan

A/N: Thank you to my favorite @stilinski-jpeg for proofreading and editing this. I love you!

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Fix You

Originally posted by hellomadzstuff


Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) stopping Alex from shooting himself and she comforted him.

Word count: 827

Posted: 25th of April 2017

A/N: I was so emotional, when I reread this imagine. I am so sad for this little cinnamon roll. I am so heart broken for him and, together with Jeff, he also deserved better. OMG!
Anyways, I am hoping to receive some Alex Standall imagines. Thank you and I love you guys.

P.S.: If you are feeling down and want to talk, my inbox is always open. Don’t hesitate to message me. Remember that!

- G. x

Warning: Mention of committing suicide, guns. Thoughts of taking life away


“Standall, what the fuck are you doing?!” You quickly ran towards him to snatch the gun that he was observing quietly in his room.

“What are you doing here?” He looked at you and you saw that he was so scared and languished. You’ve been texting Alex all day, but you never got an answer. You started to worry, since it wasn’t a thing that Alex normally did. “Who let you in?”

“What were you thinking, Alex?” You raised the gun and shook it as you scolded your best friend. You didn’t listen to his questions and you bit your lip as you prevented your tears to stream down your face. He considered committing suicide and that idea made you feel sick and heart broken.

“I am damn tired of this life, (Y/N)! Hannah’s tapes been bothering me for weeks now and you perfectly know how I feel about it. I am just so tired.” Alex started to cry hysterically and you felt bad for having an arrogant tone while talking to him.

“Lex,” You sweetly called his name as you put the gun on his bedside table. “I know what you’re going through, but you promised me that we could’ve get through this together. Right?”

“I know, but I always see Hannah every time I close my eyes and that list, that fucking stupid damn list was the reason.” Tears continued streaming down his beautiful face and you didn’t want to see your best friend in that situation. It broke your heart because it seemed like you couldn’t help him, not even a little.

“Alex, I know that you’re not the only one, even though the others don’t admit it.” You went beside him and wrapped your arms around his shoulder. “Lex, I am with you and we promised that we wouldn’t leave each other. Remember?”

“How can I deal with this? (Y/N), this situation is killing me slowly.” He wiped his tears using the back of his hands.

“Lex,” This time, tears started to stream down your face. You couldn’t stand seeing Alex in that way, you couldn’t. “you can do this and I am helping you.”

“Don’t you hate me?” He looked at you and you sat properly beside him.

“How can I hate Alex Standall?” You looked at him and he wiped the tears running down your face. You had a blurry vision, but you still had a chance to admire his beautiful face, even though it was full of wounds and scars caused by Montgomery few days before.

“I don’t know. Hannah hated me, Jessica, Justin. Everyone.” He raised his shoulder as if it was normal to hate him. He looked at the ground as he fidgeted with his dark coloured long sleeves.

“Lex, look at me.” You both looked at each other and you admired his cold and sharp blue eyes. “It’s impossible to hate you, okay? So, don’t say that I hate you, because I clearly don’t. Look, I am not a part of that everyone you are saying.” You explained to him as you wiped his tears, avoiding the purple coloured part of his cheek obviously.

“I love you, (Y/N)!” He sincerely confessed, taking out his courage. The same courage that he wanted to take out while he was observing that gun, that courage that he wanted to use to kill himself. You hugged him tightly as you thought of how much you loved your best friend back.

“I love you too, Alex.” You responded as you felt him hugging you tightly. You heard his heart beating in a jiffy against your chest and you knew that he really loved you. Honestly, it wasn’t hard to love Alex. He was fun to be with and he could be your crying shoulder. He would always protect you from Montgomery and Bryce, even though he’s always got beaten up. He would do anything for you and you just noticed it that he loved you.

“Look, if I didn’t arrive in time and you took your life away, I would be like Jensen right now.” You playfully punch his arm and he smiled at you, feeling relieved that you weren’t circumvented by what happened in the past. “Never think of that again, please.”

“I won’t, (Y/N).” He smiled even more widely and you saw his dimples, that you loved so much.

“You wouldn’t need that gun, so I will put that back in your father’s gun cabinet. Okay?” He bit his lip as he nodded slowly, smile fading away as he thought that he considered doing it.

“Thank you.” He shortly answered, feeling a little bit sick and startled.

“Lex, I promise that I will fix you.” You seriously said as you took his hand and intertwined your fingers together. “You are not alone, you weren’t and you never will.”

“I owe you my own life, thank you.” He gave you a kiss on your temple and he tightened his grip. “Really.”


Y'all, I just wanna take a second to talk about someone awesome. 💕

So everyone in the TJLC community probably knows Steph over at @inevitably-johnlocked. But I always wonder if some people know how heckin rad she really is.

I am thankful for, grateful for, in awe of, and constantly inspired by Steph. She has more dedication than almost anyone else I’ve seen in TJLC. Her metas are exhaustively researched, meticulously tagged and linked, and best of all, she gives credit where credit is due to the many other amazing meta writers, showing that our understanding is a collective effort.

She’s also hella kind and friendly and helpful. When I joined TJLC, I was looking at many people that were the complete opposite, making the community seem like a very unwelcoming and harsh place for newcomers. I remember messaging Steph with silly ideas for a Johnlock video when I still barely knew my way around and barely knew anyone, and being so intimidated, which she instantly shot down by being hilarious and sweet and insanely helpful.

I owe her a ton of credit for my place in the community and for the kindness she welcomed me into the community with. (lmao Steph I was so alone and I owe you so much) Thanks in large part to her good natured responses, which I see her extend to everyone who has a question or needs help, I reached out to more TJLCers, felt confident in putting content into the community and participating in discussions, and made tons of amazing friends. I love all of them, and am so grateful for our shared journey, but Steph is exceptionally badass.

I have never once seen Steph respond negatively to someone who didn’t thoroughly deserve it, and even then, it’s done with way more class than even I can extend to antis and trolls. She goes out of her way to not only write excellent meta, but truly help people understand it and find it. She hosts community watchalongs, shares content from tons of people who wouldn’t have exposure otherwise, has badass fic rec lists, is humble and learns from mistakes, answers more asks than anyone I know, and is funny and dedicated and legit.

I get to meet her in a few weeks at 221bcon (and other awesome people, ahhhh basically it’s gonna be an amazing time) and needless to say, I’m hella excited.

All of this is not to discredit the many wonderful people in TJLC who contribute, interact, and are helpful or kind or awesome. But Steph is just fantastic all on her own. She’s the one who helped me along the most in TJLC, and I know that I and most/all of my close lovely friends on here think she’s just the greatest. 💕

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Elsewhere University

Because @charminglyantiquated is the coolest person ever, there is now a super-awesome fandom for her comic, Elsewhere University, and because she is even cooler and lets us write stuff for it, I thought I’d take her up on her offer. 

You press the iron necklace into your skin, and you bite your lip until you taste blood, and you walk into the doorway that you’ve never seen before and pray for a miracle. 

You don’t really think that it will work, but you do it anyway. 

They took her about a week ago, while she was walking home from sleeping over-with you. You stupid, idiotic moron. You should have said, “it’s too early.” You should have said, “skip your 8 AM, it doesn’t matter, you’ll pass anyway.” You should have said, “you have a salt packet, right?” But you didn’t. When she didn’t text you all day, when you called her 2, then 5, then 20 times, when you ran home praying that she was lying in bed watching Netflix or working on her english project, when you burst in through the door and the room was dark and cold and empty, then you knew. And you cried and cried all night, begging whatever was listening that they wouldn’t hurt her, toy with her, change her. Praying that they’d give her back. People come back, they do it all the time. Maybe it wasn’t…permanent. You try not to think of how many English majors have vanished this year alone. 

And as the days passed, and there was no sign of her, or even something that looked like her, you slowly come to accept what you must do. 

You went to Shell (has three turtles, that’s how he chose the name) and you buy an iron necklace, for you do not have one of your own. 

“Dude-” Shell starts as you drop the Twizzlers on the table (he picked up the habit of trade over there. he was there for a while. not all of the reptiles in his cage may be turtles.) “-don’t do this.”

“Just give me the necklace.” You don’t want time to doubt this, to second guess, to think of your dad and your aunt patty and your cousin blake who you really wanted to see grow up-

“Look, I’m as sorry about Ash as you are, but…this…what you’re planning?…it won’t work, Willow. It just won’t.” 

They had both chosen tree names, to be called by. They’d met as a mixer, and she’d used it as a dumb conversation starter. She had been so beautiful that night, her skin absorbing the light and glowing with a brown radiance that reminded her of the sun. 

“Just give me. The necklace.” she spat, hands clenched and tears dripping off her eyelashes. 

He sighed, but reached under the counter and dropped it on the pockmarked wooden surface (screwed in with iron screws. he took no chances, not anymore.) he stared at her, eyes hard but burning with regret.

“I know them, Willow. I wasn’t there for…” he drifted off, his eyes fuzzing a bit. time is different there. he was gone for about a month when one of the RA’s finally did something-he was a TA, and he was the resident “merchant” on campus, and he was needed. he said it was longer over there. that was all he ever said, except for the midnight sleep-screaming, and occasional chanting. he shook his head and resumed. 

“…but I know them, ok? you won’t get her back, not if they want her, and definitely not if you demand her. and if you do manage to get her? there’s a price. there’s always a price. and it’s always too high to pay. always.”

she grasps the iron necklace, shaped like a circle, like eternity, in her clammy palm, and says, “she is beyond price.” 

You went to one of the “thin places” (think liminal/the copse of trees next to the sorority that has some girls with skin that is far too pale and eyes that are much too bright ) and you stand there, and say, “i am coming to reclaim what is mine.”

silence, but one that is filled with words.

“she is mine, and i am hers, and i intend to have her back.”

a thin wind rises, and it like the hissing laugh of cruel ancient things. 

you straighten your shoulders, and you resist the urge to grasp the iron circle, and you say “let us begin.” (bring it seemed too high school, and there is a way of going about these things that even she must follow)

and then the door was clear and defined in the trees, and you taste your blood and your fear and you enter. 


she is so beautiful here, but in a way that screams wrong. her thick black hair, her glowing brown eyes, her deep brown skin, it is ethereal here in the wrong way, not the ethereal it is supposed to be, has always been to her. and her eyes are vacant and empty, not full of wit and love and grace. she is wrong, and you intend to fix her. if you can. 

the thing on the throne, the roots twisted like muscle, stares at you from the other side of eternity, and finds you wanting. 

“she is ours.” the thing said, its voice like wind through the leaves, or a knife up a spine. “you have no right to claim her.” 

“i love her. i have every right.” the thing laughs, and that is the worst kind of sound you have ever heard. it is a laugh that has nothing in it to make it a laugh. 

“love means nothing. you say you are each other’s? this means nothing.” it leans forward, on its root throne, and for a moment you step back. “no one you love is special. death will come for you all. that is all that matters, for you. it is all that will every matter.” it leans back, and smiles with too many teeth. “we give her trinkets, and long life, and the pleasure of being chosen. what can you offer, but death?”

you want to have some speech prepared, some grand statement of freedom and love and the power of humanity, but the words are like dead leaves in your mouth. they will mean nothing to it. they barely mean anything to you. 

“i want her back. you do not need a reason to take. i do not need a reason to take back.”

at this, the thing actually nods. “very well. what do you offer? what will i gain, for losing a treasure?” 

she knows she is a dead woman, perhaps not literally, but in all the ways that matter. so long as Ash is safe, alive and well and writing stupid papers until 2 in the morning, she will be content. 

“take what you want.”

it grins so wide she thinks its face will split. 


a life for a life.

you hate yourself. but the thought of ash, asleep in bed at home and safe and with eyes that are hers and are filled with life, you can get through it. 

he comes, as you knew her would. the phone call, panicked, “i’ve got her! i’ve got her! but i think she’s drugged or something you just know so much about this, can you help please please please?” he runs down the path, approaching the copse of trees you stand next to, in the dark, so dark he can’t see you’re alone. 

“hey! I’m here!” Shell gasps, skittering to a halt with a pack bouncing off his leg. “i’ve got some stuff i think might help, where is she?”

you look him in the eye (you owe him that at least) and you say, “I’m sorry.” you say “it was the only way.” 

he doesn’t scream, as you half-expected him to. he’s too smart for that. he turns and run, sprints, gallops away, flinging ramen packets as he goes. its not enough.

the trees grow close, and he suddenly falls into them, like a cartoon character. his eyes catch yours before he vanishes into the blackness between the boughs. there is not even room for hatred in all the brokenness.

he is gone, and then wind is cold and filled with the laughter of cruel things.

a life for a life.

the price is always too high, because they take something and the taking rips the life from you.


disclaimer: i am very white so pleasepleaseplease tell me if my writing of a black character was racist or demeaning in any way! i just wanna help and make more positive representation, but PLEASE tell me if I’m being racist or stepping over a line! thanks! 

Sugar Daddy Stark

Anonymous asked:

Do you think you can write one of having tony stark as your sugar daddy? Like what would be a casual day with him, what he buys the reader, and how he presents them to the avengers

 A/N: I’m sorry this took so long. And I’m sorry if this didn’t turn out so well. I’ve been having trouble trying to write this as it is half past eleven at night and I really should be sleeping because I need to be up at five in the morning. I do have an idea to make a mini series of Tony Stark being a Sugar Daddy but that’s just and idea, I’m not sure where I’ll go with it yet if I do turn it into a mini series.

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Alright. Long, pro-Spuffy post.

Here we go.

Things to know before we start: I am pro-Spuffy, anti-Bangel. That being said, I do not hate Angel. At all. Or Buffy, even though I get a little heated about her in the post below. I didn’t watch Angel or read the comics. I read the synopses of both and watched the Spike scenes of S5 of Angel (because I love Spike). I am not forgiving Spike for attempting to rape Buffy. So, when we get there, remember I said that. I’m probably gonna be really thorough because I’m really obsessed with this show right now as I just finished it a week ago. Finally, I don’t like comparing Spike and Angel. Whether it’s with a soul or without. However, it’s sort of necessary to explain why I love Spike for Buffy. So, that’s why I’m gonna say again: I don’t hate Angel. But I need to compare the two because, basically, that’s what Buffy has had to do to make her choice. Soooo let’s get into it.

Basically I’m gonna break this down into three-ish Spikes. I won’t, like, stick to it very well, but it’ll be a basic outline. So: Pre-Buffy love, Post-Buffy love, Post-Soul. I’m gonna talk about Human!Spike as well and by the seasons. But let’s start with the Angel/Spike comparison to get it out of the way.

So, many people have said this before but, Spike fell in love with Buffy before the soul. This is important. We’ll come back to that. But let’s get something straight: Angel and Angelus are the same person. Okay, if you lot don’t wanna separate Soulless!Spike and Ensouled!Spike and want to say things like “How can Buffy love him after he attempted to rape her?!”, then we’re not gonna separate Angel and Angelus. Know what that means? Oh, yeah, you do.

It means that Soulless!Angel was, by and large, worse than Soulless!Spike. And not just because of what we saw in present day Buffy. Because of the flashbacks as well. William was once, even without a soul, a sentimental sweetheart. Yes, he still drank people, bad Spike. But it wasn’t until he had been broken and beaten down that he became “William the Bloody.” I mean, look at Angelus and Drusilla. Poor William was crushed when he caught them together. We saw that in S2 of Buffy when Angel was soulless, as well. On the other hand, Angelus didn’t give any shits about anything he did, who he did it to, or what it meant. For Spike, it was power that drove him. For Angelus, it was evil. Angel even said so in Angel. So, back to the before the soul love we were talking about. Spike was capable of it, even sought it out. Angelus could have been capable of it, who knows, but he didn’t want it. He wanted ruin. And, I know we’re all tired of hearing it, but it’s an important point that Angel had 100 years to grow into the soul and where he ended up when we met him in 1997 was basically where Spike was after 1 year with a soul. So. 

Now, that doesn’t mean I wish Angel ill, at all. The whole “Angelus was cursed, him having a soul doesn’t count” argument doesn’t work except to backup what I just said: he didn’t want to be good, until he was forced to be. But he did become good. He tried and he felt the guilt and he atoned and at the end of the day, Angel is one hell of a guy. 

But he’s not the one for Buffy. Here’s why:

When Spike fell for Buffy, he did not do a 180 all of a sudden. Obviously. He was still bad (as much as he could be with the chip) and he was still a douche. The reason that many of us still loved Spike at this point is because that’s Spike. Spike is crass and brutal and a sarcastic little shit. We wouldn’t want it any other way. But he changed. For her and because of her. And that story is so, so powerful. Shall we take a tour?

So, in “School Hard,” Spike comes to Sunnydale. He’s young, free, and in love. He’s also out to bag a third slayer. Who could blame him? He is a vamp, that’s what they do right? Throughout S2 of Buffy we see Spike go through an arc, from a cocky, entitled vampire to a broken, embarrassed, and hurt one. 

Sidebar: I love how, at any given point during Buffy or Angel, you can just tell that Spike is the “baby” vampire between him and Angel. And I don’t mean that in a bad way, it’s just a really great relationship that they have, Angel treating him like an annoying brother and Spike lashing out at him while still feeling inferior.

Back on track. So, he teams up with Buffy. Our first glimpse at a mutually beneficial relationship for the two. Here we get a solidified notion of what Spike+Humanity would look like. The next time we see that is S3 of Buffy, “Lover’s Walk.” Such a great episode for Spike. It shows how much love can drive him crazy but also fill the empty space in him where his soul should be. And it establishes Spike as an extremely intelligent creature, not just the mindless animal we thought him to be before (I’m talking about the “you’ll never be friends” speech, here). 

S4. So Spike’s in Sunnydale looking for invincibility (lol, that lasted a long time, huh?). And then the chip happens. Oh, the chip. This is so important to his arc and, eventually, his and Buffy’s. So, as much as I would like to believe otherwise, Spike wouldn’t have reached for goodness or fallen for Buffy like he did without the chip. In my opinion, he still could’ve “fallen for her,” but it would’ve been much more of a “I want to get in your pants” deal than a “I want you to love me back” deal.

So, the chip neuters William the Bloody. And so he has to integrate himself into the Scoobies as much as he can, not only to get money, but also to kill…demons that is. Mini-sidebar: I love how Spike goes from “I guess I’ll have to kill demons instead” to “I know it’s wrong to kill people, so I’ll kill demons so I still get to kill” to “It’s wrong to kill, but demons are bad, so I will do it to protect the world.” Amazing.

I know, I know. This isn’t a Spike post! Get on with the Spuffy! Sorry, I just love him so much.

Here we are, S5. Spike realizes he loves Buffy. Here’s my take: S5 was Spike’s “unhealthy” phase (for the most part) and S6 was Buffy’s (until the attempted rape, obviously). S7 was peace, but we’ll get there. Okay, so Spike is obsessed with Buffy, right? Not in a cute way. In a I-steal-your-underwear-and-pictures-of-you-from-your-house-and-also-sometimes-also-stalk-outside-the-house-and-I-also-made-a-sex-robot-of-you way. I’d almost go so far as to say he reached actual stalker level what with the chaining her up in his crypt thing. But he didn’t, like, kill Riley or try to hurt her (and he wouldn’t of, either, regardless of the chip because he doesn’t hurt Buffy), so I’ll refrain from calling him a full blown stalker. 

Okay, so from here on in, I’m gonna say something frequently that a lot of you won’t like: I was pissed off at Buffy and Buffy’s treatment of Spike to the point that I can’t go back and watch the full Spuffy scenes that involve her being “revolted” or rejecting him because it just pisses me off so much. 

In S5, Spike’s love for Buffy was incredibly immature. You know when you get into your first relationship and everything is be all, end all? Like, everything they do makes you squee and you have to be around them all the time, but if you have a fight you just get so beyond pissed and sad that your life is falling apart? Yeah, that was Spike. Buffy obviously wasn’t his first, but I do firmly believe that he didn’t hold this type of love for anyone before. His love with Drusilla, for one, was mutual and they were on the same side. I think loving someone that was so opposite him really messed Spike up. He didn’t know how to love her. Not until the soul. 

Okay, Buffy dies. That part where Spike cries??? Jesus Christ, ow. I thought I was dying. S6 now. Spike watched out for Dawn. Just like he said he would. If you don’t think that’s intensely powerful, who are you? He easily could’ve said “Nah, I’m just gonna go back to being alone” and left all of that behind. He didn’t know she was going to come back. But he loved her so much that he erased everything he had been for 100+ years to do the one thing she’d ever asked of him. Not to impress her, but because he knew it was the right thing. Because she treated him like a man.

When. He. Saw. Her. Alive. Again. Oh. My. God. Broke my heart. He counted the days. He was so gentle with her. He let her talk about whatever she wanted, he let her use him, let her do anything and everything just so she’d feel better.

The first real kiss: “Once More, With Feeling.” Oh, yeah. We’re gonna talk about the musical. A lot. Rest in Peace is such a heart breaking song. Because, honestly, Spike is 100% right. He shouldn’t have to suffer because he can’t have Buffy. Confiding in him is one thing, but what Buffy started to do was take advantage of him. That line in the song “You know/you got a willing slave”, explains it perfectly. Walk Through the Fire is a brilliant song, for one. But it also shows how much Spike wishes he could hate her, how he 100% knows that he’ll never do anything but love her, how he’ll follow her to the end of the world, and also how much he understands what it is that she’s going through, like no one else can. Something to Sing About, that little bit at the end that Spike sings to Buffy is so beautiful. All he wants is for her to live. And to want to live, to want to try. Where Do We Go from Here? is a group sing, yes, but for Spike and Buffy it’s sort of like a red herring combined with a really ironic ending (the kiss). It explains why Buffy hadn’t reached out to Spike before then, but also why it failed at the end of S6. It’s all about walking “alone in fear.” Buffy never allowed herself to be loved or to love.

That was too much on the musical, sorry. This is a long ass post. We rage on!

Important Sidebar: Spike never, even in S5-6, expressed his love for Buffy just to get in her pants. Never. He always wanted her to love him back. As fucked up and destructive as the two ended up being, the love Spike had for her was as genuine as it could’ve been at the time. Remember, he didn’t use her, she used him.

So, here’s the thing that pisses me off from this point forward: they kiss, Buffy brushes it off; they have sex, Buffy waves it away, and yet Buffy keeps coming back. Look, I don’t totally blame Buffy. Obviously. I mean, she got pulled out of heaven and then had to dig herself out of her grave. She has her own issues. I respect that. And she didn’t just take it out on Spike. She abused Giles and neglected Willow and whole bunch else. But the bottom line is: by the last third of S6, she knew what she was doing and she was totally clear headed about it. She knew what she was doing before, but she couldn’t stop herself. She needed it, so she could feel. But right around the time Riley showed up and she went to Spike’s and said “Tell me you love me, tell me you want me”, I knew she knew she was tearing into Spike and she didn’t give a damn. From there, the blame falls on Spike.

She breaks it off with him because she doesn’t want to keep using him (further backing up the fact that she knew what she was doing). And Spike loses it. 

Here’s the thing: Rape is not okay, never, ever, but that wasn’t Spike. And I’m not talking about “not Spike” in a soul/no soul way. Spike is Spike, before or after the soul. And besides, people rape other people all the time, and they’ve got souls in them, right? This has nothing to do with the soul. I believe the episode title for the attempted rape episode is “Seeing Red.” That’s what it was. It was Spike in the sense of his body, personality, memories, etc., but that was not Spike’s mind. As I said before, he lost his mind. That’s not an excuse, but you can clearly tell that Spike knew instantly that he’d done something terrible, unforgivable. He was broken and hurt and an empty shell of pain. And the fact that he left Sunnydale to get his soul back, not only for Buffy, but to be a better man testifies that the bathroom scene was simply not him. He wouldn’t of done it as a human, he wouldn’t of done is at William the Bloody, he wouldn’t of done it when he was with Dru, it was a blind, senseless act that he’ll regret until the day he’s dust. That’s not me forgiving him, that’s me saying that all of us do despicable things and if we never reformed or help others reform, we’d have one hell of a miserable world.

Okay, S7. Spike was being controlled/tortured by the First, yes, but I do think that his new soul had something to do with his crazed state. Not as much as the First did, but some. And I say that because, remember Angel? Remember how sad and dilapidated he was because he was wracked with guilt? That’s what happened with Spike. It was just amplified because of the First.

Buffy is wary of him, and that’s good. She should be. But I think she also recognizes immediately, at least on some level, that Spike has changed (more than the obvious I-live-in-the-school-basement thing). When Spike is lucid, she has every right to be nervous like she was in the first chunk of episodes. 

But by the end of S7, the fact that their relationship grows to the point of trust and love demonstrates just how much Spike changed and how good of a man he is.

So, I wanna talk more in depth about the pre-post soul thing. Here’s what I believe: part of the change Spike went through was due to the soul (the guilt he felt forced him to see everything in a different light than before, for example), but part of it was done on his own. Meaning, after the attempted rape, Spike would’ve taken steps to improve who he was anyway. The soul was one of those steps, and it helped him to “recover” fully, but he would’ve had some degree of growth regardless.

So, here we are, with my favorite version of Spike. I know some people don’t like “love’s bitch” Spike or “mushy-gushy” Spike, but I love it. Not because I’m gushy. Jesus, I’m so far from gushy. I love it because Spike went through a huge arc. We met him as William the Bloody, learned about Willy and his past, and what we’re left with at the end of the series is just purely Spike. He’s still sarcastic and a fighter, like William the Bloody, but his humanity and compassion shines through, like Willy. Spike is the perfect, final product of an epic journey of discovery. 

Sorry, back to Spuffy.

Buffy learns to trust Spike again. Because she recognizes that the “bad” things he did (in S7) weren’t his fault, because she recognizes that he’s changed. One of my favorite things to talk about with Spike in S7 is his total backseat attitude when it comes to Buffy. He doesn’t try to get back with her, he tries to be conscious of how/if he’s touching her, he doesn’t make sexual comments/suggestions, he doesn’t confess his love over and over or beg her to forgive him or feel sorry for him. He’s totally and completely letting her have the control. That’s the real reason she trusts him again. Because he’s pure. He doesn’t need to say he loves her over and over or convince her he’s changed because it shows. Even when he doesn’t intend it to, his light shines through and draws Buffy to him once again.

Finally, I want to talk about the last three episodes of the series. The Spuffy moments, that is. At the point of “Touched”, Buffy trusts Spike again. This is one of the few times in the season Spike voices his feelings without filter, and it isn’t for selfish reasons like it sometimes had been in the past. It was to give Buffy confidence and worth. Because he loves her enough to that for her. The speech he gave is one of the best things I’ve ever seen on TV. It’s totally selfless. And when she asks him to stay with her, he’s prepared to sleep in a chair to make her comfortable; but then she asks him to hold her and, no hesitation, he goes to her. The fundamental difference between this Spike and the Spike in S6 is this Spike thought of Buffy first. He heard that she needed him and he went to her. I’d wager that he didn’t want to let himself think “this is the best night of my life” because he didn’t want it to be about him, he wanted to focus on her, be there for her.

And that brings us to “End of Days.” God, the dialogue between the two of them in the last three episodes is just amazing, yeah? The talk they had in the kitchen was so beautiful. Same thing, Spike didn’t want to make that night about him but he admitted that it was the best night of his life, and Buffy glowed. This is the first time, in my opinion, that Buffy got that fuzzy feeling in her belly because of Spike. Before, anything close to “I love you” from Spike made Buffy react like “Please don’t say that, I don’t want this to be serious, that’s too much to think about.” This conversation is the first time Spike says something like “I love you” and Buffy thinks “Oh my God, this amazing man thinks watching me sleep and holding me was the best night of his life.” 

Okay, “Chosen.” I’m gonna cry. Pull it together! The basement scene. Buffy left Angel for Spike. She said she was “baking,” but, at least for the night, she was done baking and Spike got the cookies… Okay, ew. Sorry. Moving on. Spike being jealous of Angel in the way he was jealous of Angel was so sad and beautiful and sweet. It wan’t angry or even bitter. He wasn’t cursing Angel or thinking “great, he’s taking my woman again.” He was hoping, praying to anything and everything that he wouldn’t lose this girl. Not the one he really, truly loved. Not the one that brought out the better side of him, the one that he’d forgotten. Not Buffy. 

And Buffy calling Spike a champion, kill me. It’s too beautiful for my heart to handle. And did you see how Spike glowed? He just felt so special, sort of like that moment in the previous episode with Buffy, you know, the “Oh my God, this amazing man” thing? Yeah, that. That’s how Spike felt. Seen, cared for, important, warm, hers. 

Buffy caressing Spike’s face, and then Spike holding Buffy again just topped off the episode for me. Beautiful.

Okay. Now the hard part. 

“I love you.”

“No, you don’t. But thanks for sayin’ it.”

Spike!!! But she does love you!!! And you didn’t believe it!!! She loved you as soon as your hands clasped. As soon as she looked into your eyes and saw everything she had, what she stood to lose. As soon as she saw you looking back at her. God that scene will forever make me want to die while singing the songs of heaven. 

Buffy’s last word in the series being “Spike” is perfect. Fuck you if you don’t think so. Sorry, I’m not usually mean, but he deserved it. He’s a beautiful, lovely man. A good man.

I wish they’d had just one more season. Because the mature love they shared in that very last moment was just blooming and it deserved one more season. Alas. We get it in the comics, though. And we get some Spuffy dialogue from Spike in Angel. I just can never get enough of the two of them. They’re the most beautiful, heart breaking, transcendent love story I’ve ever had the pleasure of watching. And I’m a hardcore Destiel shipper. It’s hard to get me to pull away from that. That’s how amazing Spike and Buffy’s love story is. 

If you’ve made it this far, good for you. I just needed to say it, all my thoughts. I love them so much, they mean so much to me. Spuffy forever. Always. 

JLo Banter
Tegan and Sara
JLo Banter

Dude, going through my ancient mp3 player and finding some of the teeny T&S banter clips I lived off of back in 2004 when YouTube didn’t exist yet and T&S banter was hard to find!  This is totally one of my favorites, circa 2001, hahaha… their fucking adorable Canadian accents alone are enough to make it worth it!  (My fave: Sara: Celebrities are FUCKING sick!)

Fun fact, I had just listened to this clip right before I ended up in Vancouver for the BIYH video shoot, and so, when their mom pulled me back to say hello to them while they were eating lunch, this was literally the only thing I could think of to talk about when my brain went blank, and so, yes, I wisely used that time to talk to them about taxes.  While wearing a full red sweatsuit.  True story.

Tegan: Maybe you wouldn’t owe so much in taxes if you were smart enough.

Sara: That’s true.

hey-therejuliet  asked:

I need this hun; can you make it happen - FP finding out that it was thanks to Betty that he is cleared of the murder (he didn’t actually commit in the first place) - Bughead make up scene; because let’s face it Betty really stood by him through it all, even though he didn't believe anymore - Jughead climbing through Betty’s window. Can be seperate or Just all rolled in one angsty fluffy fic

Hey! Here it is, I hope you like it.


I Shall Believe

Jughead pushed open Betty’s bedroom window, hoping he wasn’t there too late. He just needed some time to think, to clear his head.

He swung one leg into her bedroom, over the ledge, then the other.

Betty leaned forward on her bed. “Hey,” She murmured softly.

“I’m sorry,” Jughead blurted out, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry, Betty, that I ever doubted you.”

“Hey, shh.” Betty cooed, getting off the bed to embrace Jughead. She cupped his face in her hands. “It’s okay, Juggie, it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay, I should’ve trusted you. I, I made a mistake, Betty, I’m so sorry. You’ve done so much for me, so much for my dad - you trusted and believed in him and for that I can never rep-”

“Jughead, listen to me - you don’t owe me anything, I did what I did because I believe in you and I believe in F.P., and he may have done some crummy things to you but he… he isn’t capable of that. He’s got a good soul and a good heart and he makes the wrong decisions, sometimes, but this wasn’t one of them.”

“What made you so sure? How were you so sure that he was innocent?” Jughead gripped the shoulder of Betty’s sweater.

“I could feel it, I guess. I don’t know, Jug, you trusted him when we went to talk to him. You trusted him because you love him. I trust you because I love you.”

“What?” Jughead pulled back slightly to look in Betty’s eyes.

“What?” Betty blinked

“You love me?” 

“Oh. That was the first time I said that, wasn’t it? Well, yeah, I love you, Jughead. I do.”

Jughead was smiling so wide it looked painful. “I love you, too, Bets.” Jughead pulled Betty in for a kiss. After a moment, they broke apart. “Will you do something for me? Will you go visit my dad with me?” 


“Jughead,” F.P. Jones said from behind the partition. 

“Hey, Dad.” Jughead gave a weak smile. “I just wanted to tell you something. It… it was Betty.” He motioned to the blonde girl sitting next to him.

F.P. nodded his head once. “What was Betty, son?”

“She found that video. She got the murder charge dropped. It’s because of her that they cleared you.” 

“It was both of us, Juggie.” Betty said quietly.

“No,” Jughead shook his head. “It was all you. You never gave up, even when I wanted to. You never stopped -” Jughead turned to face his father. “She never stopped believing in you, Dad. She found that USB. She was determined you didn’t do it. She believed in you, and she trusted you.”

F.P. stared at Betty incredulously. “Son, will you give me a moment alone with Betty?”

“Sure, Dad. Bets, I’ll be right through the door.” 

Betty nodded and switched seats so she was sitting directly in front of F.P.

“I can’t thank you enough, Betty. I owe you my -”

Betty shook her head. “You don’t owe me a thing, Mr. Jones. I was just doing what should’ve been done. I had an inkling - Jughead loves you so much, I couldn’t stand to see him hurting. So I just kept digging.” Betty shrugged.

“Thank you for treating my boy so well. You two… well, you two are good together. Don’t let each other go, you hear me?”

Betty nodded. “I won’t let him go, don’t worry. I love him, Mr. Jones.” 

A smile spread over F.P.’s face. He nodded. “Come visit me any time, okay? Don’t be a stranger. Make that boy of mine come visit me, too.”

“I won’t be a stranger. And I hope you won’t be in here too long. We’re fighting with everything we have.”

Suga scenario to fighting with you and breaking up.


(Credits to gif owners)

Here’s the suga version of the fight thing, I’m writing this on the bus, I’m supposed to be in school, but doing this is fine too right? Anyways, hope you enjoy~~

Originally posted by professional-fangirling


Suga was on edge the whole day, nothing really working out the way he wanted it to, he was so tired and ill to the point of not being able to dance properly feeling like he set everyone back, he rested against the mirror,

“Hyung, maybe you should go home today, rest a bit you know, spending time with Y/N might help” jimin would come up to suga with concern laced over his voice.

“No it’s fine, really, I have to practice.”

Rapmon being more stern,

“No hyung, go home, and rest, at this rate you won’t even be able to concentrate on anything.”

Suga felt defeated and would slowly rise to go home, all the others saying their goodbyes and rest wells.


Suga would enter his house, the sound of the tv echoed through the house, already feeling irritated he really didn’t mean to but he entered yelling your name.

“Y/N, Why is the tv so loud?!” It came out half a shout and half whisper

“Yoongi? Your home early”

He had irritation written all over his face, you knew that you shouldn’t question him,

“Am I not allowed to be home early? Were you expecting someone else?”

His last comment took you aback,

“No im Just saying how I’m really glad to see you here, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel so irritated, I missed you”

Those words should’ve softened him, but not today, today it didn’t sorften him, today was just too much, you went to hug him, maybe your embrace would warm his heart just a little, but little did you know, his next actions would hurt you more than you thought

“Get off, I’m tired” he shoved you off, he didn’t mean to but his force was a lot stronger, you fell to the ground, you looked at the ground, not knowing what you did that angered him that much.

He walked over you, not bothering to ask if you were okay, or even a simple apology, you followed him into the kitchen wanting an apology for what he did, you gently grabbed onto his arms,

“Yoongi whats wrong? did something happen at practice?”

Again with his cold and harsh grip, he pushed you off, not as hard as the first time.

“CAN YOU GET OFF ME, I’m just trying to rest, stop bothering me so much”

You looked at him, fully hurt by his behaviour, “why are you so rude today? I think you owe me an apology “

“I don’t owe you anything just move would you”

You stayed quiet determined to know what was wrong now, but also feeling like such a burden for caring,

“Yoongi, what am I to you? I really don’t understand what I am anymore. “

“Are you 5, do you need a reminder of who you are each and every day? Why do you care so much, just leave me alone”

“I care because I love you, clearly you don’t, if you wanted me to leave you alone and disappear that much, why didn’t you just say so when this all started”

He would instantly realise how sad you had become due to his actions, instantly softening at the sudden tone of your voice, he thought about the events that Just laid out in front of him, at that very moment he just wanted to hug you and avoid hurting you anymore than he already had.

“Y/N I’m sorry I didn’t me…”

“You know, maybe it’s time, maybe it’s time for us to rethink our relationship, maybe we need a break”

“No, no we don’t, please don’t say that”

“I can’t do it anymore yoongi, your always so tired and angry, so maybe it’s time, let’s take a break”


He didn’t say anything, he didn’t know what to say, only that he hated the state that you left in, you didn’t have anything on you, you shoved the door open and ran, your legs led you towards the river, it always made you feel better, so you figured spending time here would make things feel better.


Time skip~

It had been almost a full 12 hours, it was now 4 in the morning and you hadn’t come back home, he started to worry, he knew you didn’t have money, and you didn’t take your phone, which meant that you could be anywhere, anything could’ve happened to you, this drive him mad, not knowing where you were and not following you when you did leave.


He tried to unlock your phone, but your old password wasn’t working, he tried everything, your birthday, your anniversary but it just wouldn’t open, then he remembered you telling him something about his birthday and tried that, it opened to a home screen with a picture you had taken of him asleep, he held onto your phone with a little more grip, if anything had happened to you he wouldn’t forgive himself, he called everyone trying to figure out where you were, any indications of where you could be, he opened your notes and found what seemed to be diary entry’s, there were hundreds if not thousands, the same feeling of guilt threatening to spill over again, he knew you were lonely, he knew how much you missed him, he knew he loved you and you loved him, he just didn’t know what caused him to lash out on you so easily, just his feelings getting the best of him, he thought to himself ‘where are you, please tell me your safe’


Just then the door to his house turned open, quietly, he knew who it would be instantly, getting up from your shared bedroom to rush towards the door, “Yoongi? You scared me” it was you, he engulfed you into a hug and whispered, “I’m sorry, I really am, don’t leave, I was so worried”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to worry you, just thought you needed some space away from me”

“No, I don’t need space away from you, never do that to me again, and I’m sorry for everything, I really am”

Yoongi is known for being a savage and cold but I think at a moment where you leave he’ll leave every ounce of dignity he had and find you or run to you no matter what, because we all know that deep down he’s a humble cutie.


So that’s sugas part, the ending was, a tiny bit rushed, but hope you still like it, and request away~~~~

Originally posted by bangtan-boys-daily

Sweet Home, Louisiana Pt 1

Summary: Owing the Winchesters a debt, the reader finds herself harboring a vampire friend of Dean’s, but he isn’t the only one who has to worry about being hunted.

Word Count: 2206

Warning: None.

Author’s Note: Hello my pretties! I return, and this time have a SERIES for you! This has long been in the works and I am so excited to be writing our favorite vampire again. Please tell me what you think with your feedback as you follow along this story; I would love to know your opinions!

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Originally posted by chaos-and-the-calm67




The moment you heard Dean Winchester’s deep, gruff voice on the other end of the phone, you knew you were in for some trouble. As the saying goes, nothing good comes from a Winchester. It wasn’t entirely untrue. Ill fortune seemed to follow them wherever they went, and most often than not the fate of anyone who got close to them was not a pleasant one. You couldn’t say you were thrilled to receive the phone call. Their name was quite well known to you and left a bad taste in your mouth, and you weren’t exactly buddy buddy with the brothers. The only reason you had even met them was when a hunt went very wrong and they came to your rescue in the nick of time, and as luck would have it – or rather a great misfortune, you were indebted to them because of it. After finishing the hunt together, albeit hesitantly on all three sides, you parted ways but not without telling them you owed them and volunteering giving them your number, and all they had to do was pick up the phone.

A year and a half have passed without any contact with them, and you had hoped they forgot your promise.

Apparently not.

Keep reading

BTS Reacts to their s/o being hit by a car. (Part 2b: Epilogue)

SURPRISE!! This is actually the last part.

WARNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! VERY HEAVY ANGST!!!!!!

Scenario:

A year had passed since you had left this world. Nothing had been the same to him since. Finding a way to move on was harder than he could have imagined, even with the help of the others. Today was the anniversary of your passing and he had gone out of his way to buy your favorite flowers. Heading to your burial site with a heavy heart he ran through what he had wanted to tell you for so long; after the funeral came to pass he had hardly ever visited in fear of ripping open the slowly healing wound of your absence. He had said a few words to you during the burial but he never thought it was enough. His feet carry him over to your head stone, the grey rock a stark contrast from your beautiful, colorful self. Etched into the marker is your full name, date of birth and death date, all of which brought tears to his eyes as he set the flowers down. Inhaling slowly, the words started to pour out, telling you everything he should have when you were alive.


Namjoon:

“You were my biggest inspiration in this life. My perfect muse. You taught me so many things about life, and I’m so grateful to you, I always will be. I was always captivated with the world but you…you entranced me. The depth of your soul made this life worth exploring. Before I met you, I was lonely. And now this. This whole thing. I don’t know if this was fate, but I wish I could change it. My emotions are a mess. I’m a mess. I can’t understand, I’m trying so hard to but I can’t. How can the light of my life just cease to be there any longer? I’m trying so hard to continue on the path that we were going to walk on together. I’m trying. There was no one in the world quite like you, there was no one as ethereal and unique. I’m so grateful for every moment we got to spend together, I just wish we had more time. I know we’ll get to see each other again, maybe not in this life, but know that I will always love you.”


Yoongi:

“It’s been a year now. There hasn’t been a day where I haven’t thought about you. The memories of us always flood my broken mind. You made me whole again. You saw my soul, my pure and raw self. You loved the parts of me, I thought were unlovable. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I didn’t give you everything. I’m sorry I was not enough for you, I’m so, so sorry. Every time I felt down and pushed you away, you stood firmly by my side. Sometimes I can’t figure out why you stayed with someone like me. But now I know that I don’t know how to live without you. I thought my music was the only passion in my life, but you were the deepest and most beautiful tune I had ever heard. My life feels so empty. So silent. Here I am, in complete silence. I can’t play any other song because I only want to hear yours. I wish to see you again. I am willing to wait however long because I love you with all my heart and soul.”


J-Hope:

“The light of my future is dimming without you. I lost my way. I’m so lost without you. I can barely breathe thinking that you are gone. I feel trapped. I long to hear your voice one more time. The sweet lull of you made me whole. You did so much for me and I never even properly said thank you. Thank you. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for caring for me. Thank you for always being by my side. I love you so much. With everything in me. More and more everyday. I love you. I know that I wasn’t always there for you, and I should’ve been. I owed that much to you. I’m sorry. You always supported me and all of my dreams in life, but I want you to know that you…you were my biggest dream of all." 


Jin:

"I’ve tried to be okay after you left, but I struggle without you every single day. I’m just walking alone in darkness, trying to find you. I feel so alone. I know you’re safe now, but I still worry. I want you to be okay. I want to be able give you everything in life and now, I can’t reach you, or care for you. I want to hold you in my arms again. You were always there for me, caring for me. I wish I could have cared for you as well. I let you down. I let you get hurt, it should have been me. I wasn’t grateful. I became selfish. I should’ve held your hand. I should’ve have pushed you out of the way. You didn’t deserve this. I miss your beautiful smile. I miss you so much. I don’t know how to be okay anymore. I just want you to know that I still love you. I never stopped.”


Jimin:

“The moment you left me keeps replaying in my mind. I feel so far away, so detached from my former self. I can’t free myself from this pain. Everyday is hell without you. I still remember the moment I first met you. My whole world changed. My life was so much better with you in it. And you…you somehow saw beauty in my soul, even when I could not. I don’t know how you did it.  I can’t seem to move on to the next chapter of life. I’m stuck on the same page because the sweet memory of you is on it.  I’ve always worked towards something, but I never knew what it was. I figured it out. It was you. I worked hard everyday thinking of you. I love you. I can’t let you go. Help me survive. This painful reality without you is too much. I can’t do this without you.”


Tae:

“There’s so much I want to tell you. I can’t endure it anymore. I feel hollow. With every passing day, my life becomes colorless. You were my best friend, my love, my other half. You had so many dreams, so much ambition and I’m so sorry that you never got to accomplish them. The world punished you. It should have been me. I should have been able to protect you. I want you to come back. Please, please, come back. I want to hold you. My heart hurts so much. I can’t reverse this. I want to more than anything I’ve wanted in my life. I thought maybe one day, we’d get married and have a family together. The thought of raising a family was my most blissful dream, because we could share our lives forever. But now, I need you. Your pure, raw, entrancing self. Your beautiful heart and soul that I am deeply in love with.That’s all I need.”


Kookie:

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. This is my fault. I was careless. I wasn’t watching. I’m sorry. You suffered because of me. My life is a mess. You were my glue. You held me up and together. Now, I’m falling apart. Tell me how to get through this. Tell me how to continue living. I was immature. I still am. I can’t go through life without you. You helped me find myself and all the while you loved me. I never told you enough. I love you. I love you. I love you. You can’t be gone. Please. Please. I’m so lonely. I miss your presence, I miss your laugh, I miss you. I wanted to walk with you forever hand in hand. But now, the forever without you is an eternity in hell. I’m scared, I’m so scared. I promise you that I will meet you again, in this life or the next, but I will be content as long as I am with you once more.”

- Admin M & Q

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BTS reaction to catching you dancing

A/N: I´m so sorry if one is longer or shorter than the other, this is my first reaction and I promise I will get better! And beware there are mentions of sex (lowkey/highkey) so if you feel uncomfortable reading this then don´t read it - Admin Maria

Jin/Seokjin: 

Jin was at practice and you were alone so you thought you might enjoy the alone time you got before he comes home. But you didn´t know he left practice earlier because the choreographer wanted to discuss something with Hoseok. He didn´t text you because he wanted to surprise you. So naturally, you didn´t hear him entering when the song blasted through the flat you were both sharing. You also didn´t notice him standing in the doorframe and watching you with a smile while you sang along and danced wildly to the beat.

When the song ended, you heard clapping which startled you as you turned around to the direction it was coming from.

“Wow, Jagi. I didn´t know you could dance like that. You are really good, maybe Hoseok should teach you a few choreographies so we can use that in b- what? Ow! I was kidding jagiya, your dancing is only intended for my eyes. Now let me give you a kiss.”

Originally posted by meganhyunhee

Suga/Yoongi: 

Yoongi was working very hard lately, so he wasn’t at home much. Of course, he made time for you when he could in between his full schedule. Although, during daytime you were often alone because he was either at practice with the other boys or working on new songs. So, when you got home after work, you did the chores and cleaned up. While you did this you blasted music, singing along and swinging your hips to the beat. Yoongi wanted to stop by shortly so he could get his notes, but when he was on the doorstep to your shared apartment he heard the music. Smirking to himself, because you wouldn´t hear him, he opened the door and went to the living room where you were cleaning the bookshelves. He just stood in the doorway smirking to himself as you danced and didn´t notice his presence until the song finished. You turned around and jumped in surprise when you saw him.

“Jagi, if you told me that you do this when you are home alone, I would have come sooner..” (sweaty yoongi is my death)

Originally posted by yoongles

Rap Monster/Namjoon: 

Namjoon was out with the boys for today and you left work earlier because your apartment needed some serious cleaning. You didn´t expect him to be home till later that day so you started cleaning. At first, everything went alright, but after a while you became bored of the constant silence you were in. So, you played some music and turned the volume all the way up so you could hear it in every room. You cleaned and danced, shaking and swinging your hips with the rhythm. But you didn´t expect Namjoon to come home earlier with all of the boys. When they arrived, he and the boys watched you dancing with the broom while cleaning the floor. He had to surpress his laugh and motioned for the others to be silent so he could enjoy this show. After the song ended, you heard cheers and whistling turning around and seeing your boyfriend and his members standing in the doorway. Namjoon was smiling proudly at you.

“My Jagi is so talented” *whispers* “When the boys leave.. won´t you maybe give me a private session of your dancing?”

Originally posted by holy-yoongi

J-Hope/Hoseok: 

Hoseok said he would spend the day practicing a new choreography in the studio and you really wanted to come with him too, but you were afraid that you would mess up all the time. With that in mind, you decided to practice a bit by yourself. You put on the music in your bedroom and stood before the large mirror and tried different moves. You played the song a few times and after a while you let loose and began dancing just for fun. Your hips were circling and angling in different directions and you closed your eyes to feel the music more. Earlier, Hoseok decided to call it a night(day) and went home. He wanted to surprise you so he didn´t text you because you thought he would be in the studio all day. When he entered and heard the music, he knew immidiately what was up. So he went straight for you and joined you while dancing. After the song ended you were both panting and sweating. He smiled at you proudly, feeling lucky to have these kind of moments with you.

“Jagiya, you could have told me you wanted to dance. But now that I know you can do it, I will definitely take advantage of this. So, how about we dance again but without our clothes on?” (ugh why are they all so hot i can´t handle)

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Jimin: 

It was a few weeks before Jimin´s birthday and you wanted to surprise him. So, you asked Hoseok to help you learn a few dance moves for your benefit. You practiced often with him but after a while you could dance way better than you did before. So one day you practiced with J-Hope at the studio again, but after three hours he went home because he was so exhausted from all the practice they had earlier. You stayed behind and started working, perfecting your moves and making them more fluent. But you didn´t notice Jimin standing in the doorway and watching you with a smirk on his lips. He knew you could dance but you never ceased to amaze him. After the song ended, he clapped slowly while making his way towards you.

“Oh Jagi, what do you do to me? How about you show me all your moves again at home? But this time you won´t be wearing anything..”

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

V/ Taehyung: 

V was out with they boys and you didn´t feel like going out today so you just stayed at home. You had to practice a dance for a performace you had in a few weeks with your other dance members. You didn´t tell Taehyung about your hobby because you wanted to surprise him with tickets for the performance. So you were all alone and put music on as you stood in the living room. As soon as the songs started you got into your position and started dancing. It was like your body moved on it´s own without much effort. But we all know how loud Taehyung is so as he got home from the trip and you were still practicing, he slipped into the living room and cheered you on when he realized you were dancing. You turned around and stared at him in disbelief before your cheeks flushed and you fiddled with your fingers. But he took your hands in his and smiled his rectangular smile at you before pestering you with questions.

“Ah, Jagi, you are so talented! Why didn´t you tell me sooner that you could dance like that? Do you dance often? Can you teach me something?…” (what a cutie)

Originally posted by sgfgdolans

Jungkook: 

Jungkook and you made a bet. He saw you dancing once and immediately told you he could do so much better, which hurt your pride a bit, so you both discussed that for hours before deciding to make a bet on who could be better. You both used the same choreography and you had one month to learn it without anyone’s help. The winner gets to decide what they will do with the loser, and there is no way you were going to lose to him, neither he to you. You both practiced until collapsing. Jungkook - with his packed schedule - had it even worse, but even after you offered to call the bet off, he declined. So when the day came you were both ready and he started dancing first. You had to say he was extremely good. But when you danced.. you saw something in his eyes change as they shifted from your hips to your boobs and then to your face again. He liked this. So he let you win but just under one condition.

“You have to give me a private dance jagiya, your hips drive me insane..”

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Twinkling Starlight

Scenario: You’re in the hospital for the holidays so I came in while you were sleeping to decorate your room
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 3,684
Author’s Note: I’m sorry, I really couldn’t resist another Christmas story. Hope you like it :)

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You don’t know if you should laugh or cry or do a very strange combination of both because—!

“What do you mean he fell off the stage?”

“I mean he fell off the stage!”

You rub at the crease between your eyebrows. “Yeah, okay, I gathered that much, Jimin, but how? I couldn’t really understand you on the phone in between all the shrieking and background noise.” But really, you suppose that a large part of this worry sprouts from your own idiocy of automatically assuming the worse from Jimin’s call.

Although, to be fair, you couldn’t exactly put a positive spin to the ‘something happened to Jungkook, we’re in the hospital right now’ opening line—that had been Jimin’s fault.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” Jimin at least has the decency to look apologetic, studying you disheveled appearance from your messy bun to the sweatpants and mismatched socks in your shoes. “I should have been more sensitive about the situation—but Jungkook’s fine. He got a little too close to the edge of the stage during the dance number and slipped off. The show was on a standstill for a little because the paramedics had to come get him. The rest of us had to finish the show but we rushed to the hospital right after—that’s when I called you—ow!”

He gives you a wide-eyed look of surprise as you lower your hand, having just punched him rather unkindly in the shoulder.  “You should have called me immediately as he was being taken to the hospital! He must have been alone in the room for an hour!”

“Yah, I was busy performing!” Jimin retorts, rubbing at his shoulder. “Besides, he’s been in surgery up until now so it’s not like he would known you were here or not—ow, stop that!”

Surgery?” You echo, eyes the size of golf balls as you stare at Jimin incredulously, unable to believe that he withheld so much important information regarding the physical well being of your boyfriend. “My boyfriend has been having surgery for the past hour and nobody called me?”

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