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.

     OK MINI RANT TIME. when doing improv, there’s a rule that says “don’t deny.” whatever the opposite character says, you can’t fucking deny it. cause you ruin the credibility of the scene, make your opposite out to be stupid and basically you go in circles. this same concept applies to roleplaying. allow me to expand / elaborate - my character, character x is interacting with character y. character x said “your name isn’t on this box.” and character y? character y said “yes it is, look there on the side. learn how to read.” but like.. i just fucking said it’s not on the box. it’s not there. and now what you’ve done  is piss me off and make my character look stupid. like… seriously? it’s just plain irritating because now i have to get us out of this scenario, because i can’t call you a liar ( even though you’ve literally just done that to me ) and i’m forced to make my character look stupid even though it’s totally fucking illogical they’d miss character y’s name on the box!! like hello it’s 2017 can we please think about the replies we’re giving people and whether or not it’s actual content they can respond to? plus as well as being really infuriating, there’s nothing i can do because it’s not like it’s against the rules and i’m not about to ask you to change it cause i look like an asshole if i do. 

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.

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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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.

I love you

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.”

“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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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

You Have An Eating Disorder

A/N: I know a lot of people are suffering with this, and please, if you are, please read deeply into Harry’s speech. I think it’s great for people with eating disorders.
I love you all, and you can get through it.


ive ready two and im already dying of happiness. can you do one where harry finds out shes starving herself even though she promised she wouldnt and he snaps and starts yelling about how shes perfect but ends up scaring her? Happy ending tho please!


“Baby! Dinner is ready!” I heard Harry call from the kitchen.
I slightly closed my eyes, sighing, knowing that I have to try and hide my disgust for food from Harry for another night.
I hated hiding my eating disorder from him, but I had no other choice. He already found out about it months ago, and made me promise to never do something so death treatning to myself ever again. But over time, you begin to hate your image. You see all the models, and you hear the reactions from people about them, and your heart craves it. Your body craves the joy that comes with all the flattering comments about how thin you are, or how beautiful you are. So you push yourself into thr crave for attention. Your heart craves the attention you fear you’ll never get.
“Baby? Did you hear me?” Harry called again, making me snap out of my thoughts.
“Y-yeah! I’ll be right there!” I called, dreading the fact I have to go through another dinner faking it.
I sighed, slowly making my way down the steps. I would stop for a second every step I took, making the moment of coming face to face with him and food come so much slower. I didn’t want him to lose his trust in me, because I know that if he finds out about this nothing will be the same with him again. He won’t look at me, talk to me, or treat me the way he does now if he finds out.
Once I finally made my way down the steps, I walked agonisingly slow to the kicthen table, taking a seat right across from Harry.
“I made you your favourite” Harry smiled brightly, proud that he had spent all his time making it.
My heart instictively ached. He spent so much time cooking my favourite meal, only for me to throw it right back up. It kills me knowing that he tries so hard to drag me out of the darkness of my past, and it kills me more knowing I’m never going to get there.
“Thank you, Harry” I put on a fake smile, taking a look at all of the calories of each food item.
I slowly took the ravioli, putting only a couple of them on my plate. I slowly brought the ravioli up to my mouth, chewing and consuming the food, feeling more disgusted every swollow I took.
“This is perfect, darling. Thank you” I lied, putting on a small smile.
I spun the fork around my fingers, gulping as I looked at the food before me. I already felt sick to my stomach just looking at it. I couldn’t imagine it being chewed and put into my stomach without releasing a gag.
“You broke my promise, didn’t you?” Harry asked softly.
I couldn’t answer him. I should have, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t see the look on his face when he finds out that his girlfriend broke something so strong. I couldn’t look at hime, because if I did, I would break.
“Didn’t you?!” Harry screamed, punching the table with the side of his fist, causing me to flinch against my chair.
I kept my gaze on the food, not daring to seek a single glance at him. I can already see his face scrunched up, his cheeks crimson as his eyes have fires in them. All the anger and all the hurt in his eyes is because of me, and I couldn’t bring myself to know that while I looked at him.
“Why are you so fucking stupid?” Harry roared, getting up out of his chair as he started pacing around the room.
“How could you look at yourself in the mirror and think you aren’t good enough? How in the world could you hear your own stomach crave for food and you don’t even give it to yourself? How could you see such a beautiful, perfect fucking girl staring back at you in the mirror and actually want to change a single thing about her? Do you realize how fucking twisted that sounds? I had never known someone personally to even think like that, and it fucking terrifies me that it’s starting with you!” he yelled.
My face scrunched as I closed my eyes tightly, trying to keep the tears nearly slipping inside. Harry has never yelled at me like that before, and I’m starting to think that he’s going to give up on helping me get through this. It scares me knowing that my problem is stronger than what Harry can help me with because I need him. I won’t even have a chance of getting through this without him, which I think is something I have to learn from now on.
Harry slowly started to approuch me, forcing me to not move a muscle. His tall body crouched to level with me, and I was starting to become scared of what he’ll do to me.
“Baby, look at me” he whispered, placing fallen hair behind my ear so that he can get a better look at me.
I slowly met gaze with him, meeting his sympothetic eyes. He was looking at me as if he was looking at a two year old. He wasn’t looking at me, he was looking at the thought of me.
“You are by far the most beautiful woman I’ve ever layed eyes on. You know exactly how to make my heart beat so much faster than running 15 miles. I see you as something you will never see yourself as, and y/n, that scares the hell out of me. It scares me so much that one day what I say to you won’t matter a thing anymore. You’ll only see what you see and it’ll make me, and your family, and everyone you know ask why the hell we couldn’t do anything about it. I hate seeing you like this, I hate it. I hate knowing you are basically killing yourself. Gosh y/n, you’re killing yourself and—and thinking about coming home one day to only see skin and bones on you with scars and bruises and blood gushing from your skin. When you’re too weak to even lift up your arm, and I have to be the one fighting for you and watching you die. I have to fucking sit there and watch you slowly get weaker and weaker until there’s nothing more of you. The thought—the thought physically breaks me. You can’t do that. You can’t. Because what about me, y/n? What about me?!”.
He suddenly collapses in my arms, holding me as if his life depended on it. I felt several tears seep through my shirt as I burried my face in his hair, crying so uncontrollably that I swore I couldn’t breathe.
“I didn’t th—I didn’t think a—about it that way, Harry. I—I’m so sorry” I barely spoke.
Harry leaned up and nuzzled his face into my neck, peppering sweet kisses along my collar bone.
“One step at a time, baby, and I’ll be right there holding your hand. We’ll get through this. We get through everything together. We’ll make it, I promise” he whispered, saying every word like he truly means it.

Winter Love- Bucky Barnes

This is a new series guys!!! It’s inspired by the movie “Chalet Girl”, which I absolutely and completely love! I hope you enjoy it babes! ily


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Warnings: language

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

You look at the clock and sigh. Fifteen minutes and you will be free to leave and finally go to your house. You start putting the chairs over the desks while you listen to the news on the TV. When the clock strikes seven, you go to the back of the local and enter your boss’ office. He is sitting in his big chair, the light from his computer screen illuminating his face.

“Hi, Mr. Fury.” You give him a small smile and when you see he doesn’t even glance at you, you continue. “So… I was just wondering when are you planning on giving me my salary? I don’t intend to put pressure on you, but it’s been a week and I still have nothing.” You smile again, trying to be polite.

This time, he looks at you straight into your eyes. You shiver under his stare, his serious expression making you nervous.

“(Y/N), you know that the restaurant is having some economical problems. The first thing on my list is not to give you your salary. I’m sorry. I’ll try to give it to you the next week.”

You give him a small nod and get out of his office. When you arrive to the locker room, you quickly change into more comfortable clothes, throwing your uniform angrily into your locker.

“Hey, (Y/N)! What’s the matter?” You turn your head when you hear a strong, sokovian accent behind you.

“Hi, Piet. Has Fury paid you yet?”

“No, I was going to talk to him just now.”

“Don’t waste your time. I just came back from his office, the little shit told me that he will try and give it to me next week, but that right now it’s not on his priorities to pay me. Can you believe that he actually said that? I work my ass off in this stupid and outrageous restaurant and he tells me that. I hate him.”

“Quit the job.”

“Ha-ha. You are really funny, Pietro.”

“I am being serious, (Y/N).”

“So am I. You know I need the money. I’m alone on this one.”

“Have you heard something from your mom?”

“Nope. She married that Spanish man and left with him before I could even process what was going on. She’s probably tanning in some beach of Marbella. She’ll never be back. And I don’t want her to come back.”

“Well, it’s her lost. But, about what I was saying before, I have an offer for you, (Y/N). A job offer.”

“Okay Pietro, the last time you offered me a job was this one and, let me tell you, it sucks.”

“I know, I know. But trust me on this one. It’s a really good offer, a chalet girl job.”

“Chalet what?”

“Chalet girl, dumbass.” You glance at him and he laughs at your expression. “You know those rich people who spend their winter holidays on big houses on the Alps? Well, it’s like being their maid.”

“A maid? No way.”

“Listen to me. You’ll go there for four months, from November to February, the ski season. When they are there, you’ll have to make them food, clean the house and all that shit. But, and this is a really great part of the job, normally the family just goes to the chalet during the weekends, so you’ll have the whole house by yourself.” Pietro gives you a big smile and you roll your eyes at his excitement.

“Pietro this is absolutely not happening. I will most definitely not waste four months of my life being a slave of some stupid, rich family!”

“You haven’t heard the best part, yet. The family you will be working for are the Barnes and, let me tell you, they are the family that every chalet girl aspires to work for. They’ll pay you 300$ a week.” Your mouth opens and you look astonished at Pietro.

“300$ a week? Are you kidding me? Pietro that’s like 4800$ when I finish the four months! That’s more money that what I make in a whole year working here!”

“I know, right? It doesn’t seem like such a bad option now, huh?”

“No it doesn’t! How did you know about this job?”

“Well, Wanda, my sister, she’s working as a ski monitor there and she has a friend that is one of the chalet girls that works for the Barnes. The thing is that they had two girls, but one of them broke her leg while skiing, so they need another one.”

“And you thought about me?”

“Of course! You know how to cook, you are sweet and you love snowboarding! Now, you can go there and do it for free.”

“I don’t know, Piet…”

“At least go the interview, (Y/N). C’mon, I know how bad you want to go to University and this is one way to make a lot of money really quick. It’ll be fine, just give it a shot, please?”

You look into his pleading, blue eyes and give him a small smile.

“Okay! I’ll go to the interview!” He gives you a wide smile and hugs you. “But I don’t think they will take me, they probably want a posh girl.”

“Well, just try it.”

“I will.”

You straight your skirt with your hands and look at your image on the mirror. You look good and professional. Putting on your high heels, you leave your little apartment and go to the direction that Pietro sent you this morning. You can’t avoid but being nervous about the interview. If they decide you are not good for the job, you will go back to your horrible place at the restaurant. But, if they think that you could be their perfect chalet girl, then you will probably live the best winter of your whole life. You smile to yourself as you step inside of the big building.

When you enter, you are sent to a big salon where you see five more girls waiting patiently. You give them a smile and sit down in a red, velvet chair. Every girl is called in and you calculate that they are there for about ten minutes, then they leave. You play with your fingers and decide to take your phone out, seeing a message from Pietro.

Good luck today! Don’t be nervous, you are going to nail that interview!

You smile at the message, but the smile is quickly replaced by a nervous frown when the girl next to you gets called in. In ten minutes, you are going to enter that office and decide what’s going to be your life for the next four months.

I don’t know if I can do this, Piet…

You click the send button and wait for his answer. Your foot is bumping against the soft carpet and you bit your bottom lip, trying to control your nerves. Your phone vibrates against your lap and you quickly grab it.

I know you can do this! You are the best at everything you do, I’m sure they will fall completely in love with you!

You roll your eyes and let out a short laugh at his message. Pietro is always so exaggerated…

I hope so! I’m about to go in, I’ll call you when I get out! Love you.

You send the message and, right after, the office’s door opens revealing the girl that was seated next to you wearing a proud grin on her face that makes you feel even more nervous. A blonde lady calls your name and you get up quickly, walking to her until you are inside.

“Take a seat, darling.” You obey her and seat in the chair that’s in front of you. “So, (Y/N), why do you want this job?” You gulp and look into her green eyes.

“Well… I need the money.” Her eyebrows furrow and you laugh, trying to ease the tension. “I mean, that’s one of the thousand reasons, of course, and not the most important. I have always wanted to be a chalet girl, I think it’s a really interesting job.”

The lady writes something down in a paper and looks at you again.

“So, you have never worked as a chalet girl before, right?”

“No, but I have worked as a waitress for multiple years.” She nods at you and then writes something on her paper again.

“Do you know how to cook?”

“Yes, of course.”

“And will you be able to take care of a chalet?”

“I’m sure I will handle it okay. I’ve been living alone for two years.”

“Really? You are really young, what about your parents?”

“My mom lives in another country and my dad died when I was little.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay.” You smile at her and look around the room.

The walls are make of wood and various paintings are hanged on them. There’s also a big shelf full of books. You look back at the lady and see her staring at you.

“What do you know about protocol?”

“Protocol? Uhm… Well…” You look down, playing with your fingers.

“I’m assuming you know nothing about it?”

“No, but I can learn!” She smiles sweetly at you.

“Okay, (Y/N). Now, I want you to answer me honestly, I don’t want that crap about how your dream is to become a chalet girl, I want the truth. Why do you want the job and why do you think you are the best option?”

You take a deep breath and look at her a little taken aback by her words.

“Honestly, I want the job because I really need the money. My dream is not to become a chalet girl, in fact I don’t think that’s anybody’s dream at all. I want to go to University, I want to get a degree and to work as something that I truly love and enjoy. But I don’t have any money, and I certainly don’t have my parents to pay for it. Becoming a chalet girl is my only way to make a lot of money really quick and that’s what I need. I’ve been working as a waitress since I was sixteen and I get paid a misery, if I get paid because there’s months that I don’t even see one dollar. I am a fast learner and when I work, I give the best of me, always. I want to change my life and this is the first step to do it.”

The lady looks at you, her mouth slightly opened. You can see that she is impressed by your words and you can’t avoid but feel proud of it. She writes something down onto her notebook and you look at the ceiling, silently asking the gods for some kind of help. You look back at her, but she is still with her eyes fixated on the paper. Finally, her green eyes meet yours and you hold your breath, your hands grabbing tightly the arms rests of the chair.

“I’m glad to tell you that you are the new chalet girl for the Barnes’ family. Pack your things, you are leaving in two days.”

Prompt List

Hey Guys! I have a some things queued since I’ll be on a cruise with no wifi next week! But send me a number and a person and I’ll do it when I get back from my cruise!! 

  1. “Tell me what you want.”
  2. “Why didn’t you try harder?”
  3. “You just left”.
  4. “I thought you were different.”
  5. “Of all the people, I deserved better.”
  6. “That sounded way better in my head.”
  7. “Did I say that out loud?”
  8. “It’s you and me against the world.” “Always.”
  9. “Being with you physically hurts me.”
  10. “You’re/I’m the best thing that’s ever going to happen to me/you!”
  11. “I just want you to be happy.”
  12. “You’d do that for me?” “I’d do anything for you.”
  13. “I really don’t need your criticism right now.”
  14. “You’ll fall in love again.”
  15. “I swear, you guys should just fuck.”
  16. “If anyone asks, I was here the whole time.”
  17. “I’m not a good person.”
  18. “Please tell me this isn’t true.”
  19. “It’s not that burnt.”
  20. “Put some clothes on!”
  21. “Why am I your emergency contact?”
  22. “Just stop with all the lies!”
  23. “I should’ve never told you that.”
  24. “Please don’t leave me.”
  25. “I’ll be here.”
  26. “I actually feel something with you.”
  27. “Maybe we should just marry each other.”
  28. “Why does that sound like you’re saying good bye?”
  29. “I’m really sorry you had to see that.”
  30. “I don’t know whether to slap you over the head or give you a hug.”
  31. “I was gone for 5 minutes!”
  32. “I hate most people… but I don’t hate you.”
  33. “I think I’m in love with you. Nope, I am absolutely positive.”
  34. “Were you following me?”
  35. “I was stupid to think I could change/help you.”
  36. “Prepare to get your ass kicked.”
  37. “What are you doing here?”
  38. “Do you even know what time it is right now?”
  39. “How did you know?”
  40. “Is this supposed to be the part where we kiss?”
  41. “I’ve never done this before.”
  42. “It’s called apologizing. It isn’t that hard.”
  43. “What would you do without me?”
  44. “Just for now.”
  45. “I want you to fight for me!”
  46. “It will never be the same.”
  47. “Hey, that’s mine!”
  48. “That was the hardest thing I have ever had to do.”
  49. “Are you even listening to me?”
  50. “Are you coming on to me right now?”
  51. “I/She/He deserve/s an apology.” “A what?”
  52. “Why do you even like me?”
  53. “Why didn’t I realize it before?”
  54. “I’m happy for you.”
  55. “He/She made me do it.”
  56. “Get out of my way before I punch you in the face.”
  57. “7 billion people on the planet and I just had to fall in love with you!”
  58. “It wasn’t exactly… legal.”
  59. “I really don’t think you want to know that.”
  60. “You don’t have to be so strong all the time.”
Flower Petal Wishes

Summary: He loves me not. He loves me not. He loves me not.

Dan has convinced himself that he is worthless, a complete failure, unlovable. He doesn’t understand why this dark haired man is even interested in him. Why he would ever waste his time on him.

Genre: Angst, fluff, implied smut

Word Count: 3K

TW: Alcohol, low self-esteem, implied homophobia, bad parenting.

A/N: I can’t help but feel like this entire thing is just me translating expressions from Dutch into English. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! 

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All Of Our Problems

Request: Can I request a jk scenario when you two are married and have a fight and you think he’s cheating you?You leave home with his children ?He’s always looking for you?Weeks later he meets you on the street but you’re still angry and sees him

I changed the request a bit but I tried to keep the initial idea? I hope this is ok! if it’s not close enough to what you wanted then just tell me! I’ll try again if you want!

Originally posted by shitjeon

He arrived home late again. The sound of the front door had woken you up and you just wanted to cry because the suspicions that emerged into your mind were the last thing you wanted to be true. Frustratingly, you pulled the covers over your head and let out a loud sigh. You wanted to punch the wall behind you but you also didn’t want Jungkook to know that you were awake.

You swore a tear almost slipped when the monitor beside you blared the sound of your crying daughter. The two of you were exhausted ever since she had been born and although you loved her more than you thought possible, you still just wished she could sleep through a whole night.

Throwing the covers off of you, you stomped out of your bedroom, almost running into your husband. You jumped slightly and huffed before pushing passed him. He could tell you were acting differently recently and it had been ever since your daughter had been born. He knew he had come home late again but work was super busy lately and it was easy for him to lose track of time.

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Okay guys I’m going to tell you a little bit about us. We met in 7th grade. We became best friends. High school came and you would never guess what happened we kissed fell in love. Happily ever after, right? Well no. Because you see, I am a stupid asshole. I cheated on her. Each and everytime I said the same thing baby I love you give me one more chance I changed I promise the same dumb bullshit I had believed. Yet I can tell you right now, I have never been more in love with someone now why couldn’t I just be loyal and caring and actually be there for her. Well if I knew I would tell you. But I broke her over and over and I don’t think I have ever seen such a broken girl in my entire life. I dread waking up from sleeping getting a call saying she isn’t here anymore because of what I did to her. Yes I know how could I possibly love this girl more than anything in this entire world and yet do such horrendous things. I don’t know honestly and I would give anything to go back in time and change it but I can’t so I’m having to deal with my consequences by losing her. Losing the girl I used to wake up to every single night with a phone call because she had a nightmare or something. The girl I used to cry over when she opened up and told me about her past. The girl I used to rush over no matter what time day or night just to keep her from crying. The girl I would give my own life up to let her live for, she is my world and I’m just a fuck up. I’m not looking for your sympathy that’s not what this is about. This is so you can go give her support and show her someone cares. She feels like she doesn’t have anyone to talk to and I just want to show her people aren’t all horrible jerks. So her tumblr is @xfuckinfeelingx and I would honestly much appreciate if you guys went over there and said some positive things or were there for her…
Thank you..

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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How I will make my life better, starting now.

1. Stop planning and start doing. Planning gives me a (false) sence of achievement and all it does is delaying the actual doing of things.
2. Never plan for more than a couple days because life happens and it’s time consuming to plan a day that will change anyway.
3. Keep my plans and goals to myself until it’s absolutely necessary not to. Telling people what I want to do makes my brain believe that I have actually done it. That makes me not really work for it, which is stupid because I really need to.

Dear first love, i’m sorry || d.h

Summary: Sometimes love gets tired.

Word Count: 683

A/N: Everything I write seems to be generally sad so I’m sorry, I hope you enjoy nonetheless! Please let me know what you think, I would appreciate  it lots c; 


Dan’s Pov

Don’t cry. It’s not so bad, we can still be friends.”

That’s what I wanted to say. Of course, I didn’t vocalize it. In fact, I didn’t say anything. Despite my empty mouth, the words are in my mind. I loved her, once. But now I’m just tired. Her love wasn’t exciting anymore. Her words didn’t make me smile. Her presence was anything but necessary in my life. Her touch didn’t produce any feelings, and that’s all I wanted. I so desperately wanted to feel, something, anything.  So I guess when I stopped getting what I wanted, I started to forget. I forgot to hold her hand. I forgot to talk to her. Our love was now blurry picture, drifting away on the wind and yet no one seemed to make an effort to catch it. We just let it be. Maybe because the memory captured in that picture was just not worth it or maybe we are just tired, and it seems purposeless to even try.


I watched her cry. I watched the tears fall to her cheeks while she tried to catch my gaze. I saw her while she tried to lift her hand and reach my face. I backed away, too scared that if she got too close, she would change my mind.

“I’m just tired” the words came out of my mouth unannounced.

“Of me?” her voice was fragile, almost breaking. I heard the pain in her voice. It made me tremble.

“Dan, answer me.” 

Her voiced sound harsh, for someone that hadn’t made feel much lately, she was making me feel everything right now.

“No, of course not.”

That’s what I said. 

“Yes, of you, of everything.” That’s what I meant. 

 “Look, it’s not you..”

“ ‘Its me’ are you seriously going to pull that line on me? ‘It’s not you, it’s me, I’m so sorry’ I don’t wanna hear that I want to listen to the truth, Dan. I didn’t ask you for anything but your honesty, but you can’t even give that to me can you?”


“Leave” she whispered.

“Wait,, (y/n) I..”

“You what? Are you gonna tell me what actually happen? The real reason why after two years you want to end this like it didn’t mean anything to you. I’m not stupid Dan. I noticed how much you changed. Your indifference kills me, and… just tell me why… Please” He voice getting lower as she finished her sentence.

“I’m… I’m Moving. To London, actually with Phil. I just need to get away you know? All this uni stuff, I just feel lost and with no purpose; and also I.. I think maybe it would help if we saw other people… I just think it would be better that way, Please understand.”

The look she gave me, the one look I’ll never forget. Sadness and hurt all mixed with confusion and anger. That look that filled me with doubt, the look that almost made me take all my words back and kiss her, just hold her, all just so she would smile. She didn’t deserve all this hurt. While I didn’t love her anymore, I still cared about her. Yet, as horrible as it sounds, it seemed that whatever we had wasn’t worth it. Whatever we had was just tiring and time-consuming; I felt guilty. This love has dried up and stayed behind.  

“if I stay I’ll be a lie” yet again, of course, I didn’t say that I stumbled to the door then choke on words I’d always hide.

“I guess It’s over isn’t it, ”

I said awkwardly immediately regretting my idiotic comment.  

“Excuse me love, but we’re through. You made that pretty clear” she sighed. 

After a moment, she just added:

“Just leave.”


“Leave, leave! Don’t you understand? Have fun with your new life Dan Howell and just leave” Her hands were on her face, uselessly trying to prevent the sobs from coming out. She took one hand out of her face and ran to the door, she opened and eagerly signal me to leave.

“(y/n) listen”

“Goodbye, Dan”

“Forgive me.”

But once again, those were words I couldn’t say.