it give me the change to actually be stupid

On the concept of Soulmate AUs

You know what I’m tired of? Soulmate AUs with the protagonist/antagonist ship as the main pairing that always has the villain who reacts the best to the situation, and the hero freaking out.

What I want to see is a hero who gets it, who understands that yeah, their soulmate may kind of be a murdering psychopath, but that’s cool, they can deal with that, they can live through it, but what’s not cool is them totally looking the other way and avoiding the hell out of them.

Give me the realisation that they’re soulmates in the middle of a fight, when they’re bloody and bruised and tired and they just slip, skin on skin contact, and then the whole world just shifts into place.

“This can’t be happening.”

“Have you every heard of opposites attract?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“But- Okay, yeah, we’re doing this.”

Give me a brutal fight that ends with a “Since when do my attacks hurt this much?” and the villain slowly realising that they can’t kill themselves out of this situation, that they can’t escape this because they’re soul bonded to a kid with a hero complex who is constantly trying to thwart them and is now for some reason grinning at them like a lunatic because they supposedly belong together. And damn does suddenly being able to feel emotions and pain that wasn’t his sting, because he has enough shit to deal with on his own without the added pressure, thanks.

Give me snarky comments and miniature fights in the middle of the night when the hero catches the antagonist coming back from who knows where, bloody and in pain and maybe a little too bust up, to say they won the fight.

“You usually look happier to see me.”

“You killed someone this morning.”

“What gave it away?”

“You mean besides the fact that you’re covered in blood and I felt every moment of it?”

Give me the villain slowly getting used to the idea that hey, they’re sort of going to have to put up with this little ray of sunshine for a while even though he kind of hates his guts and wants to kill him, but also give me the villain wondering what they ever did to deserve this. What could they possibly have done that was so great, so obscenely terrifyingly amazing that they could be soul bonded to a person like this, someone so innocent and righteous and downright beautiful that half of it seems like a mad dream?

“Not every bad guy has a tragic past.”

“But you do. I’ve seen it.”

“I’m going to punch you.”

“That would be counterproductive to what we’re doing here.”


“That hurt you as much as it hurt me.”

“Worth it.”

Give me tempers flaring and bristling arguments and the hero getting so tired, but still carrying on, not because they think that there’s some good in the antagonist or because they think they can change them, but because this is their soulmate, the person that the fates chose for him, his other half, someone that he had to protect and look after and love, because if not him, then who else was going to?

“I am going to hurt you. I’m going to rip out your intestines and strangle you with them.”

“You’ve been pretty good today. That’s three less death threats than yesterday.”

“Prepare to have your balls removed with a butcher’s knife and shoved down your throat, asshole.”

“I’m still counting this as progress.”

Give me the antagonist not realising the reality that this isn’t someone who wants something from him, who wants to change him, use him, abuse him, but rather someone who just wants to be with him, love him. Give me an antagonist who can’t understand the concept that somebody might actually care.

“I thought this was what you wanted! The sex, the cuddling, the stupid hand-holding. What more could you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Yes you do. They always do! Just tell me what you want and you can have it. Just leave me alone, please. I can’t take this anymore.”

“I want you to trust me, to believe me when I say that I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because of the bond.”

“No, I’m not. I’ve seen everything that you have, felt what you feel, heard what you’ve heard. Maybe at first, a little, it was just because of the bond, but then I fell in love with you, the real you, the one behind all the fronts that you put up.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I didn’t expect you too, but you will, one day. I’m not giving up on you.”

Give me the hero facing shit from their friends and family, because they don’t understand why they’re trying so hard and putting up with so much shit, even though he’s his soulmate, but the hero just shrugging and smiling because they get it, and it doesn’t matter if everyone else doesn’t.

“He threatens to brutally mutilate you constantly.”

“I like to believe it’s how he expresses his affections.”

“He tried to kill you so many times.”

“There was only the once after we found out about the bond, though.”

“You’re making excuses now.”

“It’s just that there’s so much anger in him, all of the time. I don’t know how anyone could live like that. I want to help him.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“That’s not my biggest concern anymore. He is.”

Give me a hero who tries so, so hard, and a villain who, despite everything, slowly gives in. Give me quiet nights laid in bed or watching the stars, no words and only their hands touching, just the sensation of palm against palm enough. Give me heated arguments, rage, unsteady headiness at the realisation that they’re not going to leave each other, no matter what happens.

Give me a soulmate AU where the hero doesn’t react badly, isn’t scared or hateful that their soulmate is their arch nemesis, the big bad guy, the villain they can never seem to get rid of, because really they should have expected that all along. Because no one hates that much without there being a little something more behind it.

  • Arya: Are you even loyal to Jon? Because for some reason this letter you wrote under the coercion of the Lannisters as a naive child is making me think you're a traitor for some reason?
  • Sansa: I literally guaranteed that we won back the North by recruiting the Vale army. I weeped over the death of our family members because I loved them just as much as you did. I'm not letting people question Jon's position as king. I am making sure the North is running efficiently in Winterfell and that we're all prepared for the war to come. That's what Jon's priority was, so I will make it mine as well.
  • Sansa: Also, I am concerned about you and what you've been doing. I was expecting to find the letter you planned to blackmail me with in your backpack and maybe a juice box and some spare change but there are literal fucking faces in there, Arya.
  • Arya: That's...actually a really good point. I have no idea why I'm pointing a knife at you right now and threatening to take your life based on my anger over Ned's death, which I blamed on Joffrey, Cersei, and Ilyn Payne in literally every other season. By all accounts, it doesn't make sense.
  • Sansa: This sucks. The only thing that can make this worse is if Jon did something stupid, like give up the North without at least consulting the Northern lords or me first. Good thing he said he would always defend the North!
  • Arya: I;m trying;;; so hard to agree with you r-right now But I c-cant....all I keep wanting so s-say is MURDER I LOVE MURDER YOU'RE NEXT SANSA
D.O. As Your Boyfriend

• “did you eat?”
• “are you hungry?”
• he wouldn’t be big on showing his affection in public but holding hands and side hugs are fine
• surprise dinner & movie dates
• “ I mean you can do it but you’ll look stupid”
• gives honest opinions
• super quiet until he’s drunk then that’s when he gets more open 

• “first of all it took me 2 hours to prepare this meal, second of all diets are all lies”

• “you call this clean?”
• REALLY good kisser like 1000/10
• “no Baekhyun she’s my girlfriend you guys can’t go on a ski lodge vacation together”
• soft giggles
• he’s actually really shy with you even after dating for a while
• makes you leave the room when he has to change clothes
• makes you melt by just smiling
• “ you can’t get ready in the bathroom while I’m taking a shower it make me feel weird”
• sings in the shower and refuses to fess up when he’s caught
• shows how he cares through the most simplest things
• watches movies before he sleeps
• is actually very affectionate
• deep down inside he has a wild side
• “you are one of the things that was put on this earth just for me”
• hums while running his fingers through your hair

I am pissed.

This is only one example of the many posts I have seen circulating recently,,,, there have been SO MANY more of these that I finally feel the need to say something.

First,,, I don’t appreciate the stereotyping, I get enough of that in my day to day life and I don’t need anymore from you. I don’t appreciate being put into a box and being told what SOMEONE ELSE knows I am going to do, because let me tell you a little something. Unlike some people, myself and MANY other international kpop fans vote for people based on talent not looks and by saying this not only are you saying that all international fans will vote on boys based on appearance, but you are also saying that NO Koreans will. This is complete bull

Second,,, I would like to point out something that you may have overlooked. NOT EVERY BOY IN THIS COMPETITION IS KOREAN. Have you ever considered that maybe people close to them such as family and friends might want to support them, but now they can’t because of this stupid rule? Maybe fans want to support boys from their country because they are *GASP* actually talented??

And lastly,,, before you give me any of that “koreans know best because it’s their country” shit let me just tell you a thing. These are the boys careers we are talking about. For some of them it may just be a short stop, but for others this could be life changing and you are telling me that because of the country I’m from, I can’t support the boy that I care about. I can’t try to help propell his career in a positive way because I live in a different country than the one he is currently in. I may have been a fan for longer, and supported him longer, but none of that matters because I’m not Korean? I don’t think so.

So yeah, I am pissed.

It’s Only Eleven in the Morning

Pairing/Characters: Sam Winchester x reader
Word count: .5k (welp)
Warnings: violence [the reader just accidentally punches sam because he surprised them], tiredness, language, sam’s amazing as per usual [yeah. that’s a warning, okay?]
Summary: You fall asleep while researching, and Sam tries to make you go to sleep. 
A/N: Idk. I was just really tired today, so here’s this terrible piece of writing. I mean, it’s not even betaed. lmao 

Originally posted by frozen-delight

I jerked my head up when somebody shook my shoulder gently, swinging my fist. It connected with Sam’s jaw with a hard crack, and my eyes widened as I jumped to my feet. “I’m so sorry. Fuck. Sorry.” I touched his face, biting my lip and smiling sheepishly. “Are you okay?”

He groaned, wincing. “Yeah. It’s not as bad as it sounded.” He laughed as I continued to awkwardly stand there. “Jumpy much…”

“Hey! You know I am,” I snapped, defending myself even though he was right, before going back to feeling kinda guilty.

Sam noticed the look on my face and chuckled again. “Babe, it’s okay. It was my fault… You just managed to fall asleep on your laptop in the five minutes that I went to the kitchen.”

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On The Run {Peter Parker}

Summary : You’re a poor girl, who robs banks to help your sick mother. One night you got injured and met Spider-man.

Words : 1k+

warning : Swear word

Pairing : Peter Parker x Reader

a/n : The summary sounds very boring, I promise it’s not.

You knelt down a bit, hiding behind the counters as your pushed the bag full of money to your chest. You didn’t want to rob the stores and banks but you had too, you lived with your mom, your dad died a few years ago. Your mom was also sick so she couldn’t work and her only hope was you. At first you were scared but you got used to it after a few months. It felt good punching and hurting people when you felt so weak and poor. You liked the feeling of controlling the people around you when you robbed the bank.

For once you have power.

You knew that it was bad but it wasn’t as bad if it feels good. After a few months you got suspended for three weeks from school because you kept hurting other people when they bullied you, the principal would never know that they bullied you first but you didn’t care.

You were robbing one of the bank around the corner, your black leather mask was covering your half of your face, you thought you looked pretty good with it.

 People were on their knees as you clenched the bag to your chest, you heard the sirens ringing loudly outside. In one of your hand were bags of money and in another was your pistol.

“I think you should stop before the police comes in.” You heard a boy’s voice behind you. You turned around not caring about his words.

“Well I think you should get out of my way before you get hurt,” you raised your pistol at the boy in the red and blue suit. You knew who he was.

“I’m trying to help you here,” he said, putting his hands in front of him, attempting to calm you down.

“I won’t hesitate to shoot you right here, right now,” You threatened, you knew that you couldn’t end someone’s life, you’re just not that kind of person. The double door bursted open and stepped in the policemen. They told you to put down the money and the weapon in your hand but you refused.

“Sir, I can handle this.” Spiderman said. The policemen lowered their gun as you watch them, smirking happily.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” you said as you took your chance and fired your pistol at one of the policeman, he cried in pain, holding his arm. When the other policemen looked at the one you shot, you sprinted to the door, punching some of men on the way. They fired some bullets, missing you by centimeters. The boy in the spandex, run after you as some of the policemen ran after him.

You continued running out of the bank and into the street. You stepped on one of the wooden boxes in the alley and jumped onto the fire escape. You grunted at the pain in your left leg, you reached down to touch it, wincing at the pain. One of the billets hit you.

“Hey! I’m trying to help you here, just stop what you’re doing.” Spiderman said from the ground as he looked up at you. The policemen ran past the alley losing track of Spiderman.

“One day you’ll understand why I’m doing this kid,” you looked down at him.

“Why do everybody call me a kid? I’m not a kid. And you don’t sound like an old lady, you’re probably my age. So before you do anything more stupid just give them back the money. Everything will be fine, alright?” He tried calming you down once again.

“You wouldn’t understand Spider boy. You don’t know what it feels like to feel so alone and weak, try having your only family member left dying at home. I need this money. And nothing is going to change that. I’m one of the poor people, you wouldn’t understand. You’re a kid in a fucking spandex, with superpowers.”

“Actually I would. Just because I’m Spiderman and not Spider boy doesn’t mean that I’m rich, I’m just like you. I feel weak and lonely almost everyday. You don’t need to do this. Just ask for help.”

“There’s no one to ask for help!” You yelled getting frustrated, “And if you’ll excused me, I have a mother to take care of.” You tried walking away, ignoring the pain in your leg but you were too weak. You could barely move your left leg.

“Fuck.”, you cursed under your breath.

You sat on the metal stairs and looked at your bloody leg. The sound of police cars were now ringing in your ears.

“Maybe she’s in the alley.” You groaned, trying to stand up but failed. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist. You were now flying through the thin air,  Spiderman’s arms were around you, carrying you around the city. You were scared for a few seconds, you tried pushing his arms away.

“That’s not a good idea,” he looked at you for a second as he continued to swing through the night. You guys landed on one of the tallest building in the city.

 He set you down on the top of the building, as soon as he let go you fell on your knees, your leg was bleeding and it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. You wince a few times, as your pressed your hands down on your leg, hoping that it would stop the blood.

 "Oh uh, stay there I’ll be right back.“ Spiderman said before he swung off the building. In the mean time, you tried your best not the cry as your reached your finger into your left leg, trying to get the bullet out. You were aware that your hands are dirty but you didn’t care, you just wanted the damn thing to get out of your leg. Your gasped when you pulled the bullet out.

 You looked at it for a second, the blood was pouring out of your leg. The wind was calming you down slightly.

"Stupid bullet.” You grunted loudly, throwing the bullet forward, hoping that it would go over the ledge but it didn’t. Spiderman landed on the building, getting hit by the bullet you threw.

“Ow!” He groaned, rubbing his arm. He sat down next to you, he had bandages in his hands. He looked up at you before he ripped your jeans a bit just enough for him to see the full view of your cut. He cleaned your cut with the alcohol he bought before he wrapped the bandages around your upper leg. While he was doing that you felt light headed, probably from the blood loss. You leaned against him for support.

“Thanks,” you said quietly as your drifted off against him. For a second he thought that you were just resting by closing your eyes but then he realized that you passed out.

He thought about your words about how you were lonely and weak. He knew how you felt, he was afraid to lose Aunt May. They don’t have that much money but their lives were definitely better than yours. You had to started robbing stores since you were 14.  He felt bad for you, knowing that you went through a lot, knowing the real reason why you’re robbing banks.

 Peter held you tight against him for the whole night until dawn. He didn’t leave your side. He didn’t want to leave you alone so he stayed for the whole night. Occasionally, he would check on your cut, cleaning it making sure not to hurt you. He would grabbed your hands and rest his head against yours as he slept next to you. He knew that it was illegal for him, Spiderman to help someone who was bad for the city. Sure you might not be as bad as the others but you were bad enough to be on the newspaper. Peter didn’t care though, he just knew that he have to do something to help you.

anonymous asked:

The chapter had stuff I thoroughly enjoyed, but I'm bugged by the lack of discussion about Viktor's job. What if he hadn't planned to quit porn? What then? Maybe it's your wife influencing me, but it still feels like something that would come back to bite them in the ass anyway. You're a great writer, but this took it down from 10/10 for me. (Is that a pun about ch number? In a way,yes.)

I didn’t think an in-depth discussion at that point was necessary or natural?

That’s because Yuuri comes to the realization that he doesn’t actually CARE about Victor’s job. It’s what caused him to have the thought of how he’s a “hypocrite” in the plane and then later what he blabs through in his apology.

On the plane: “Pointing out that Yuuri had not really had issues with it the whole time, so why should putting the label of dating on their relationship make it any different? Yuuri had talked with Victor about his job, laughed about it, teased about it. Met a coworker that Victor regularly slept with, then still not had any problems heading home to try to ride Victor on his living room sofa. Why would that suddenly change if they were actually dating…”

In Yuuri’s apology rant: “We spent so much time together and your job never actually bothered me. I kept thinking that it would, but it didn’t. But I was not willing to give it a chance, because I was more worried about what could happen than what was actually happening. And what was actually happening was really good…”
and then
“Maybe it wouldn’t work out, but using that as my only excuse was a stupid reason. I was so caught up in thinking that everything would be different that I didn’t stop to think… why would it be? Why couldn’t there be a chance that it worked out just fine? Because everything always worked out just fine when I was with you…”

Yuuri, on his own, decides he wants to try dating Victor despite his job. He realizes that they’ve basically been doing the equivalent of dating and Victor’s job never actually bothered him much when they were together.

In that last quote, he is saying that maybe it won’t work out, but that he still wants to try despite it.

He only finds out that Victor has quit after. And to answer your question, if Victor hadn’t quit, Yuuri would not have changed his mind. He would have still asked Victor to be his boyfriend. They WOULD have to have a more in-depth discussion about Victor’s job, in that case, including the concerns Yuuri had and his insecurities, and how it might influence their relationship.

But Victor has been thinking about quitting his job even before he met Yuuri. He simply was not sure what he would do if he did. The sex-coaching thing helped him remember why he went to study sexual psychology and he made the decision to go back to the degree for himself, not for Yuuri. That’s what his conversation with Chris was about in chapter eight.

I hope that helps you a little?

Repeated actions

Request from Anonymous: Hi! it’s the first time I’m making a request… Can I get a scenario where Simon D has a girlfriend but they broke up (because he cheated) and he discovers 2 months later that she’s pregnant. Sorry but my english is shit

I feel like part of this scenario kinda went off track but I still hope you all like it :) 

“Can you get some fried chicken when you’re on the way home, babe?”

“It’s nearly midnight and aren’t you on a diet?”

“It’s my cheat day today”.

“You said that yesterday”.

“Are you going to get it or not? Or will I have to ask Gray to get it for me?”

“Fine. I’ll get it. Spicy or original?”

“Half and half. Oh and some bubble tea too”.


“Ugh, I feel so bloated. Why did you let me finish it?”

“You were probably going to slap me with the chicken if I had stopped you”.

“Yes but you could have said something along the lines of I’m getting fat”.

Simon raised an eyebrow at you. 

“You’re getting fat”.

“Babe?! What the fuck? I was joking”.

“Me too, baby. You’re perfect”.

It was now nearly 2am and both of you had finished cleaning up. You couldn’t go to bed straight away so you got on your laptop and watched a movie. Simon was beside you reading a book. His phone then started to ring. You looked at him and saw the called ID name. It was simply X. Simon cancelled the call and then put his phone on silent. 

“Who’s X?”

“Some random. Don’t worry about it”.

“Why would you save a random number?”

Simon ignored you to continue reading from his book. 

“Let me see your phone”.

“What? Why?”

“If you’re not going to tell me then I’m going to need find out myself”.

“Are you seriously doing this? I thought we trusted each other”.

“I do trust you so if you have got nothing to hide, then give me your phone”.

“What are you expecting to find?”

You put your laptop down and reached over to his phone. Simon stopped you and he hit your hand away. 

“What are you hiding?!”


Simon got up, took his phone and went to the bathroom. You followed him but he locked the door. 

“Simon, open this door now! If I find out that you’re deleting that number or any text messages, I swear you will be in a world of hurt. Now open this fucking door”.

Simon was still in the bathroom and you continued to bang on the door loudly. Your neighbours would so pissed right now but you didn’t care. Finally he opened the door and he was holding his phone in his hand so you grabbed it. You knew it. He deleted that number and everything related to that number - possibly phone calls, messages or photos.

“Are you cheating on me with some other girl you call X?”

Simon’s face changed and you knew it had to be true. Otherwise why would he hide his tracks. 

“Why would you assume I’m cheating on? Is that how you think of me?”

“Remember when we first started dating? You were pictured in the club locking lips with that dancer”.

“You told me you forgave me. Why are you bringing it up now?”

“I forgave you because you promised you wouldn’t do it again. But how stupid was I to actually believe that? You’ll never change”.

Simon scoffed at you and took his phone back. 

“You’re not even going to give me an excuse? Wow. You know what, I need you to leave. Go stay at Jay’s or even better, at hers”.

“You’re kicking me out?”

“Well you’re not even defending yourself so what’s the point. You clearly have made up your mind. You don’t care if you lose me tonight because you would have her”.

Simon grabbed his jacket and took off. 


The sun was beginning to rise and you didn’t get any sleep at all. After he left you began to pack your things. You didn’t want this relationship to end but some things will never change. He doesn’t deserve another chance. If he fucked up after the first chance then there is not point in giving him another one. He would probably fuck up again and he would you take him again. But not this time. You were done with Simon. 

Once you packed all your belongings in the suit cases, you called a taxi. The taxi took you to the nearest hotel. Once you settled into the hotel, you got a phone call from Simon. You hesitated picking up but it’s better to talk about it now and get it over with. 


“What do you want?”

“Can we at least talk about this, [Y/N]? Please?”

“There isn’t anything left to say, Simon. You cheated not only once but twice! You’re never going to change”.

“Give me one last chance, okay? I just need another one, [Y/N]”.

“That is what you said last time. See Simon! If I give you another chance, you’re just going to back to your own ways. I’m tired, Simon”.

“So that’s it? This is how we’re ending things? We can’t even be friends?”

“Maybe I’ll see you around. Bye Simon”.

2 months later…

“Your next appointment is on the 25th and if you could please bring the scans from today with you, that would be great”.

“Sure, thanks. Have a good day”.

You just had your first ultrasound at the local clinic. Your ultrasound was for your child. Yes, you’re pregnant. You found out that you’re pregnant a month after breaking up with Simon. You didn’t tell him but you weren’t completely sure if you wanted him to know or not. 

You are still nervous about this new part of your life but at the same time you can’t wait to meet your baby. The only thing that has you worrying the most is how the hell yours going to raise a baby on your own. You have just started the adult life not too long ago and you’re still learning.

After the ultrasound appointment you decided to have something to eat before taking a stroll along the pier. It was a nice and warm day after all. Once you got out of the ultrasound place, you turned left and you bumped into someone. He was on his phone so no wonder he couldn’t see you. He looked up and saw you.



Simon smiled at you and he gave you a hug. His arms wrapped around you but you just stood there. You didn’t know how to react. As he let you go, the door of the clinic opened and the receptionist called out your name.

“[Y/N]! Ah I’m so glad you’re still here. I forgot to give you this. It’s just a list of what you need to do before your next ultrasound. Make sure to drink at least 1 litres of water”.

You smiled and thanked her before turning your head to Simon. He had a confused look on his face.

“Ultrasound? What’s going on, [Y/N]? Are you sick?”

“I’m not sick”.

You began to walk away from him but he grabbed your hands and turned you around. 

“Hey [Y/N]”.

You tried not to look at Simon’s eyes directly instead you were looking at the fried chicken place, just down the streets.

“I know this place. I took my cousin here when she was pregnant. Why are getting an ultrasound here?”

You continued to avoid eye contact with Simon. 


Since he wasn’t getting an answer from you, he grabbed the sheet of paper from your hand. The one that the receptionist gave you earlier and read it.

“You’re pregnant?”

You couldn’t continue avoiding him.

“Yes, Simon. I’m pregnant. Now excuse me while I go have some lunch. I’m hungry”.

“How far along are you?”

“Simon…I need to go. Can you let go of my wrists?”

He didn’t do what you said instead he held onto you a little tighter. You let out a loud sigh and you knew he wouldn’t give up. Simon’s not that kind of person to give up so easily. If he needs or wants something, he will do everything he can to get it.  

“I’m about seven weeks pregnant, ok?”

“Seven weeks..? That’s about two left me around that time. Oh my god, is the baby mine?”

“I left you because you cheated on me”.

“And I’m sorry, [Y/N]. But I need to know if the baby is mine. Is it?”

“Does it matter? I’m going to be raising this baby on my own”.

“[Y/N], it matters if I’m the father”.

“What difference it is going to make if the baby is raised by both parents? There are many children who were raised by a single parent and they turn out fine”.

“[Y/N], don’t do this to me. I’m the father, aren’t I?”

“Yes Simon. You’re the father, okay? Now I’m going to have lunch. Bye”.

“No! I’m not letting you go this time”.

The people were now looking at the two of you. 

“I don’t know what you’re expecting me to do, Simon”.

“I want to be with you and the baby. Can we just get back together and be a proper family?”

“Just get back together? It’s not as easy as it sounds, Simon. Did you forget why I broke up with you”. 

“And I’ll always be sorry for that. Look, I don’t want or need you to forgive me. I just want you to know that I’m sorry for what I did to you. If you take me back, I promise I will make it you and the baby every single day. I’ll love the both of you with all my heart”.

“Simon..we can’t just get back together just like this. I want to do this on my own”.

“Okay okay, I respect that but at least let me help in some way. Please?”

“Fine. If I ever need anything, I’ll call you okay?”

Simon smiled at you and he let go of your wrists. He saw how red it was so it rubbed them with his soft hands. 

“I’m sorry for holding onto you so tight”.

“You better be sorry”.

“So lunch? I know a good fried chicken place. It’s just down the street”.

“Aren’t you always busy during lunch time?”

“Yeah but from now on, I’m making time for both my babies”.

You grinned at him and thought, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give him another chance. 


Reminisences Ch.1 (Trixya) -Scoobert

Trixya high school au: so this is set when they’re both adults but each chapter has a flashback to their high school days. It’s loosely based on a song ‘caught in the crowd’, by Kate Miller-Heidke, an Australian singer I really like and saw live the other day. I cried when I heard her sing this and yeah I know it’s a little bit sad but I thought of the awesome Trixya au it could be. The song’s about Kate reminiscing on how she should’ve helped this kid out when he was being bullied in school, so this is basically the extended version of that

Hope ya like it

Xx Scoobert

(PS: if you have time, listen to the song, it’s super cute and a nice backing track to the story)

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My grandmom is like hilariously in love with Gladio and it gives me LIFE tbqh.

Some highlights from when she’d pop her head in and watch me play a new game+

(Bonus: after watching the opening cutscene she called Noctis an “arrogant little twerp” and was mad at him for being disrespectful towards his father.)

when she watched them all pushing the car:  "/looking at Gladio/ Now, that guy in the middle? Yum. Those other two (prompto and noctis) are weenies.“


Grandmom: /pointing at Gladio pushing the car/ He’s got a cute butt.
Me: I can actually get closer– /scene starts changing/ Wait no I can’t the camera changed.
Grandmom: (grumbling) Stupid camera.


While I was playing Episode Gladio:

Me: Look, I’m playing as your boyfriend. The one you thought was hot in the beginning.
Gmom: You mean Hot Butt.
Me: Yeah. Your boyfriend Hot Butt. (pause) His name is Gladio.
Gmom: Hot Butt.
Me: Yeah. Okay. 

Me: If I beat this, I unlock a special outfit for him that’s just him in pants.
Gmom: Oh my god. Pass it.
Me: What?
Gmom: Please pass it.
Me: Okay. I’ll let you know when I do so you can see it.
Gmom: Good.
Me; He’s got tattoo, you know. It takes up his whole back.
Gmom: (who usually despises tattoos) I don’t care. Pass this, stop talking to me and play.

Dog Sitter (Frank CastlexReader) Pt. 3



Six months later and you were still locking yourself out of your apartment on a regular basis. The first time it happens, you wait outside your door for almost thirty minutes. You pace past Frank’s door five times before you finally gain the courage to knock. When there was no immediate response you wait another couple of minutes before you muster up the strength to call into the room.

“Hey Frank. It’s (Y/n). Uhhh..I kind of locked myself out of my apartment again. Do you think you could help me get it open again?”

There are a few silent seconds in between your question and the sound of a chair scratching against the floor. The door in front of you opens and Frank fills the space left behind.

“How long have you lived here?” He asks with an unimpressed expression. There’s a small inflection in his voice that causes you to narrow your eyes.

“There’s no need to be patronizing.  I just happen to have the memory of a goldfish.” The man let’s out a half laugh, but you can’t tell if it’s because what you said was funny or if he thought you were being stupid. He moved past you and closed his door behind him.

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Sherlock x reader

Note: okay so this one I’ll really need to edit it ASAP cause it can get tricky to follow bcause of the flash back. I first tought I’d post it 2morrow but it happened and I needed to get “rid” of this one to start another one, like I’ve got so much ideas here and uggggggh that episode! So it sort of is supposed to happen right after hlv and right before t6t and whatevver, the flashbacks will be between things like this: “”“/// "”“ until I can edit it. Btw if any of you need to screamor vent or cry or whatevver about this episode just tell me, I’m in search of a crying buddy right now TT_TT


I looked outside as the street’s lights flashed across the window of our cab. The city of London seemed so calm and peaceful, the complete opposite of how I felt, still under the stress and the emotions of today.

“Did you miss me?“ His face was flashing across the gps’ screen of the car. 

I shivered. Let’s hope it wasn’t really him… And even if it was the case, there was an insidious whisper in the back of my mind telling me I should be glad Moriarty was back. After all, if he hadn’t reappeared, I’d have lost him forever…

I turned my gaze to the inside of the cab and more precisely, to the man sitting beside me.

The Great William Sherlock Scott Holmes, only consulting detective on Earth, forensic “expert” and amateur scientist in his free time. His gaze locked on the back of our driver’s seat, lost somewhere deep in his mind palace. A palace that nearly became his tomb earlier today.

I felt guilt rising in my stomach. I should have known better.

Of course he would use again, of course he’d overdose before he’d leave the country to his death. He was far from the machine everyone thought he was. Very far.

If anyone had taken the time to discover who he was, deep under the arrogant know-it-all heartless bastard facade he gave himself, they would have discovered man struggling with his emotions, in need of compassion, comprehension and love from the world around him, in a certain way, just like a child.

And like any child who doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions, he searched for an escape.

The car reached a stop in front of a small jet. There they were. He was talking with John as we stopped and gave a look to our black car while his friend turned around. The doctor had the same look on his face that he had at the funeral, more than 3 years ago. Sad, broken, the one of a man who just buried his best friend. But he wasn’t crying. Not John and not now.

And Sherlock… his eyes were red, sad, broken. When they met with mine, they looked as they’d just seen his world torn apart.

He looked at me, still deep in his thought. He was struggling to find how it was even possible. How could Moriarty have survived. According to him, his archnemesis shot a bullet directly in his head, through his mouth. There was no way it didn’t killed him. Yet no body was ever recovered from that rooftop, nor from anywhere around for that matter. That damn rooftop…

I held his lifeless body in my arm, rocking myself back and forth, crying and screaming in pain as they tried to separate us. John was in shock beside us, unable to stand by himself as Bart’s personnel supported him. Sherlock blue-gray gaze fixed on the sky, seeing things no living would ever see, his blood staining my clothes. He was gone now and nothing would change that.

I shook my head. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I stay focussed for once? I turned back to the window, trying to change my mind. Turned out he escaped death on that rooftop after all, and even better, he did it again today.

Silence fell as I reached them in front of the plane. John glanced at me, then back to Sherlock. He cleared his throat.

"I think I’ll just leave the two of you alone…” he offered.

And without actually giving any of us the time to object, he headed to Mary, leaving his friend and I in an awkward silence.

“Six months…” I began, shaking slightly. “Six month ‘cause you shot a dangerous man!” I was yelling, unable to contain my rage anymore.

“You should have let me come Holmes! I could’ve-”
“Don’t be stupid Y/N, your presence would have changed nothing! You would have lost your job and even been dragged to court for that.” He interrupted me.

I closed my eyes, sighing. The trip back home seemed way longer than the one to the airport. As if some higher being was toying with me. If it was the case, should I thank them for saving Sherlock or blame them for what happened?

I opened my eyes again and glanced at the detective. For a man who escaped death he seemed far too calm. The more I thought about it, the more it looked like the calm before a storm to me. Our gaze met and I wondered if he was thinking about what happened back there.

"Maybe if I could talk to your brother he’d accept to transfer me with-” I suggested.
“No! Y/N don’t put yourself in danger for me ” he adamantly refused.
“But Sherlock, I- it-”
“Please…” he pleaded softly, taking my hands in his. “I’d rather have you far from me but safe than in danger with me.”

Mycroft came to us slowly, almost as if to give us more time.

“Times up Sherlock. The plane as to go, and so do you.”

"Y/N.” Sherlock said, gently placing his hand on my shoulder. “We’re there.”

I glanced outside. He was right, we were in front of 221B and the cab had stopped. I paid the cabbie as Holmes was getting out, glancing at his flat for a moment from the sidewalk.

I looked at him and then turned to the street, ready to cross it in diagonal to my own flat. As I was about to do so, a hand grabbed gently my shoulder.

“Y/N…” tried the detective, for once unsure of what to say. “Would you… would you like to come in for a cuppa?”

I sighed. “It’s late Sherlock I should just go home…”

I was going to turn around again but he tightened his grip a bit.

“I want to talk with you.” He insisted, pleading with his eyes.

The younger brother released my hands and looked at me one last time, eyes full of sorrow, not ready yet to go, but he had to. He was about to turn around to his brother when I almost threw myself towards him and held him tightly in my arms, head hidden in his chest as tears cascaded down my cheeks.

"Sherlock…” I sobbed.

If at first surprised, the detective quickly understood what was going on and wrapped his arms around my body and now we were both clinging onto one another in a desperate embrace, as if our lives depended on one another. I lifted my head slightly, locking my eyes with his blue-gray ones for a brief second, then up on my toes, I kissed him briefly and gently.

“I love you, Holmes…”

“We can do it here, can we?” I told him.

He looked at me in for a few seconds in a perfect silence, then leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips, as if I was something fragile he feared to break.

Surprised, I didn’t move an inch, unsure of what exactly was happening. As the realization slowly made its way to my mind, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

He smiled, lovingly pressing his forehead against mine, now embracing me.

“I thought I would never see you again…” he whispered sadly. “Y/N… stay with me… just for one night. I need to hold you, to tell myself it isn’t simply a meandering from my mind, that it’s real and I’m not on that plane anymore.”

I smiled. “Alright, but only because I’m too lazy to cross that street.”

He chuckled and taking my hand, led me to his flat, where we simply collapsed onto his bed, holding each other on a tight embrace.


A phone buzzed on his bedside, waking me up as the sun shone behind the closed curtain.

“Sherlock…” I mumbled, still sleepy.
“It’s Mycroft, he can wait a bit more.” Simply answered the detective, playing with my hair as I laid my head on his chest.

His mobile buzzed several more time as we just laid lazily on the bed, enjoying this moment of peace.

Then it stopped as my phone suddenly rang. Reaching for it on the ground, I answered.

“Good morning Y/N, could you and Sherlock dress up and come to ISIS’ building quickly? The reunion with the head of the national security is in thirty minutes and you’re both supposed to be present.” Mycroft said without waiting for me to even speak.
“Alright, we’ll be there in a few.” I told him, not even surprised by the fact he knew I was with his brother, and then hung up. “We’ve got to be at ISIS in thirty minutes, the-”
“Head of national security wants to have a talk with us. I heard…”

I smiled and kissed him softly.

“Then it’s time to wake up mister Holmes.”
“As you wish miss Y/L/N…” smiled the man.

He gave me a look as we got up, eyes glistening with a joy and an emotion I’d never really thought I’d see in his eyes: love. He came behind me and kissed my cheek gently.

“I love you.”

anonymous asked:

Simpleton error stupid rationalization #2 calling it "chez Criss" doesn't exclude ones long term gf in the mind of someone who feels married. Darren and Mia are as good as married in their minds. You spinning stories of story book love doesn't change that. Imagine my screaming voice "Leave Darren alone". Grow up and work on your deduction skills. They suck

Dear Anon,

I actually wasn’t going to give you a second of my time. But I know you’ve been back looking for a response and I wouldn’t want to disappoint.

You are calling me a simpleton. Yet you state in their heads Darren and Mia are already married.

Let me see if I understand. Being simple is putting together FACTS, and I assure you I have plenty of those, reasoned analysis, and clues that are provided readily and often by Darren and Chris themselves. And let’s not forget about the overabundance of hints provided by the “platonic roomie” Ben. And the multitude of mistakes and missteps by Von Beard and Team Beard.

And being smart is attributing thoughts and feelings to two people you don’t know and presenting that as fact. Amazing how you know exactly what they are thinking and what is going on in their heads.

Honestly. I challenge you and welcome you back. I invite you to provide any intelligent and reasoned argument. If you have one, feel free to send me an ask or message me for discussion. If not, I would suggest you stop embarrassing yourself with your hypothesis based on nothing but the fantasy in your head about what they are thinking and feeling.

Have a nice day.

“Strawberry Bubblegums, Strawberry Kisses”

I finished it, finally! :D That’s an old request from @the-forgotten-glow, sorry for the long wait! But I hope that’s good enough, and since in Italy it’s almost Christmas… that’s a very little “Christmas gift” for all of you!

I also wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas and thank you for the 259 followers! ;D 

( Oh, and the fourth chapter of my Broppy fic (Light Blue Sky, Pink Bright Flower) is almost ready, just a few days and it’ll come out.:) )

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anonymous asked:

I live in a small town where people judge you based on first impressions and especially how you dress so I always felt like I wasn't allowed to express myself properly. That changed when I found your Instagram, it probably sounds pathetic but you literally inspired me and taught me not to give a shit about what people thought. Because of u I feel like I'm actually starting to be me. I never knew someone I have never met could influence me so much. Sorry this sounds stupid but thank you 💕🌹

😭😭😭this makes me so happy!!!! thank u so much it makes me so happy to know i could do that for u & im so glad ur starting to feel like this !!! now go and inspire more people
thank u sm i love uuuuuu

Maybe I don’t want to shut up. I need to say this, I need to tell you… I’ve been this fucking miserable prick for years. I’ve never done anything right and if I did something right I’d end up fucking it up at the last minute. But then you come around telling me to try and for some reason, I did - I tried. And I started being happy. Then last week, I came over to help you move around your apartment. Your gigantic dresser fell on me and you stumbled helping me up, so we both just ended up on the floor laughing. We looked over at each other and I realized something; I’m only ever happy when I’m with you, I’m only ever trying because of you and if I’m ever having a great time when you’re not around, you’re the first person I want to tell. So I kissed you and you kissed me back. And its been like that for the last week; me kissing you and you kissing me back. Now you’re telling me to shut up because you think you’re just some girl I’m trying to fuck. But thats just not true. You make me happy, you make me laugh and you make me believe that life isn’t just this thing keeping us occupied until we die. I’m not going to shut up because you’re not just a conquest or some prize for the night, I want to be with you. I want to kiss you every time I see you and not stop until our lips are blistered. I want to do all those stupid couple things that we make fun of. I want to hold your hand in public and hold you in my arms when we’re cold because we’re both stupid and didn’t bring a jacket. I mean, I want to be in a stupid relationship with you. And I wouldn’t ever speak to another woman if it meant that you’d give me a chance. I just need a chance, if you would just give us a chance I would show you how much you’ve changed me - I’d show you how much I care about you and how much I want to be in your heart. So no, I’m not going to shut up and I’m not sorry either because for the first time I actually want to be with someone and it’s you - so I’m not going to let my past fuck with a potential future I could have with you. Just one chance, thats all I need. Just one.
—  Oko Ninjah (chance)
5000 Followers One Line Prompts!

A/N: So i know it’s a little late but here is the list as promised. Thank you all so much for supporting me, i love each and every one of you! (I’m busy with school work right now so i’ll get started on these as soon as i’m done)

1. “Come over here and make me”
2. “I trusted you!”
3. “Are you trying to flirt? Because, you’re embarrassing yourself”
4. “How can I hate someone so much, yet love them even more?”
5. “Please, just don’t leave me”
6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
7. “I almost lost you”
8.  “I like proving you wrong.”
9.  “It was supposed to be me.”
10. “Teach me how to play”
11.  “i never stopped loving you, i just stopped showing it “
12. “I’m only going to ask you once more”
13. “Just, do one last thing. Kiss me”
14. “Hey, I’m with you okay? Always”
15. “We need to talk”
16. “Are you jealous”
17. “You did this, all for me?”
18. “You need me just as much as I need you”
19. “Promise me”
20. “I thought you loved me”
21. “You don’t have any right to say that”
22. “I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.”
23. “Two can play at this game”
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this”
25. “You think you’re the only one that’s suffering here?”
26. “Just do it!”
27.  “There was nothing between us. Just a weird friendship”
28.  “We need to talk”
29.  “Get out of the way before I murder you.”
30. “You wanna bet?”
31. “Nothing has ever scared me more than being with you”
32. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified”
33. “I’m never going to leave you”
34.  “I’m pretty sure I don’t need you to tell me how to ruin my life. I got this.”
35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off”
36. “I’m not falling for that again”
37. “Just say it, once more”
38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go  to such extremes..
39. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
40. “No one has ever made me feel more special than you have”
41. “Stop complaining, you know you love it”
42. “I’m fed up of your stupid games”
43. “You don’t have to change for me”
44. “Honestly I couldn’t give a damn if you want to be here or not. “
45. “I’ll get you back for that”
46. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this”
47. “There’s something I need to tell you”
48. “You think I need you? Because I don’t”
49. “Well, this is awkward…”
50. “If you really love me, you’ll let me go”
51. “Oh my god what happened?”
52. “Who did this to you?”
53. “Why is it always you?”
54. “You always say that, and you’re always wrong”
55. “I did not expect this”
56. “I told you this would happen”
57. “It’s not my fault!”
58. “I didn’t do it!”
59. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
60. “Give it back!”
61. “This was a bad idea before you even thought of it”
62. “Just shut up and kiss me”
63. “That’s it, I can’t do this anymore”
64. “I hate you so much”
65. “Because I love you god damn it!”
66. “We shouldn’t be doing this”
67. “What could go wrong?”
68. “I didn’t know you could do that”
69. “You have cold, you’re not dying”
70.  Writers Choice