it's not perfect but it could be worse!

White Noise - Baekhyun X Reader

Originally posted by saintbaekhyun

Synopsis: You face a rather unfortunate turn of events, and campus hotshot Baekhyun intervenes in your favor.

Genre: Fluffy fluffness that ever done fluffed 

Word Count: 4,767 (sorry not sorry)

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault and harassment, please don’t read if you’re sensitive.



You could’ve met under better circumstances.

Under much better circumstances.

But, there you were, drunk beyond all comprehension and non-coherently sprawled out on some frat boy’s mattress. And, if it wasn’t for Byun Baekhyun, you would have been much worse off than simply having a nasty hangover. You had to close your eyes as tears began to fall and think back to where this started.

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Too perfect to get hurt again

Can I get an imagine where George is comforting his muggleborn girlfriend after Umbridge uses the quill on her, and because she’s a muggleborn Umbridge makes it worse for her.

Originally posted by perkkele


One thing. She only did one thing. And that was defend her friend Harry. Of course he had to argue with Umbridge about Voldemort, out of all topics he could chose, he chose Voldemort. And when Harry was about to get detention, Y/N jumped in. because that was how she was, helping her friends, even if it could get her in trouble.

Harry walked out of Umbridge her office. He looked at Y/N as she walked towards him. “how was it?”, she asked. Harry looked at her and shook his head. “don’t argue with her, no matter what, okay? Just do what she says”, Harry said, before he walked away, giving Y/N a pitiful look. She took a deep breath and walked along. What could be so bad that Harry acted so weird? Before she even realized she stood in front of Umbridge’s office. Her small hand knocked on the wooden door. A small “come in” was heard from the other side of the door. Y/N did as she said and opened the door. The inside of the room was … awful. The walls, the chair, her pens and paper, everything was pink. On the wall were small plates with kittens on them. Y/N started at the office. “well?”, Umbridge snapped her out of her little daydream. “oh, sorry”, Y/N said. Umbridge mentioned to a little desk in front of her own desk. On it some parchment and a black quill. Well at least that wasn’t pink.

“you’ll do some lines for me”, Umbridge said. Y/N wanted to say some sarcastic remark but decided not to. She sat down at the desk and took the quill in her hand. “what do you want me to write?”, Y/N asked. “um, let’s see, how about ‘I will not act like a brat’”, Umbridge said, a small smirk on her lips. Y/N bit back any comment she had before starting on her writing. “how about ink?”, Y/N asked. “oh, sweetie, you won’t need ink” “and how many times?” “till the message sinks in”, Umbridge said, “now enough questions, start”.

Quickly there was a sharp pain in Y/N’s hand, but she ignored it. Her first line was done and she started her second, but the pain didn’t go away. She looked at her hand, which was now red, with cuts in it. ‘I will not act like a brat’ stood on her skin. She looked at Umbridge, glaring at the woman. “something wrong my dear?”, She asked. Umbridge was clearly satisfied. But Y/N didn’t answer and kept writing. After two rolls of parchment the pain was unbearable. Her hand was shaking and tears were threating to spill, but she didn’t show that to Umbridge. She won’t let her win this. “now I think that’s enough, let’s write another line”, Umbridge said as she gave her 3 other rolls of parchment. “let’s do the same as your little friend, write ‘I shall not tell lies’”, Umbridge said. Y/N sighed as she once again picked up the quill.

It was almost midnight when Y/N left Umbridge her office. Her hand was hurting so badly at the moment. It was red, the cuts deep and blood stained most part of her skin. The castle was empty and quiet. Even the Fat Lady was asleep, and she clearly wasn’t happy that somebody woke her up at this hour. ‘shouldn’t you be in your bed already” “who are you? My mum?”, Y/N said before entering the common room. Of course it was empty, most people were already in bed. She sighed and sat down on a random chair that was the closest to her. The pain was so intense now, she couldn’t take it anymore. Finally her tears fell down her cheeks. There was a lump in her throat and she felt weak. But yet it was freeing, not having to hold back her emotions anymore. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. Y/N jumped up, knocking the chair over in progress “bloody hell Y/N I just wanted to see if you’re alright, but clearly not”, George, her boyfriend said. Her put his hand on her cheek, making her look at him. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks pink and wet from her tears, which stained her face. “I know what happened, same happened to Harry, it wasn’t nice, but why did it last so much longer with you?”, George said as he pulled Y/N in a hug. She cried on George’s chest, which made him hold her even more tight. “George?”, Fred came downstairs, his hair a mess, he clearly fell asleep before Y/N arrived. “She’s here?”, Fred asked. George was standing with his back towards his twin, that’s why he couldn’t see Y/N. George nodded, turning around a bit so Fred could see Y/N too. “that monster, nobody hurts my best friend”, Fred said when he saw Y/N’s current state. “no, don’t do anything Fred, please, I don’t want you to go through the same thing”, Y/N said quickly. George took Y/N’s hand carefully and took a look at it. “’I will not act like a brat’? What the hell, you never act like a brat? And ‘I will not tell lies?’, why do you have two and Harry only one?”, George said, clearly not pleased. “oh, common Georgie, we all know that Umbridge hates Muggleborns, not that there is anything wrong with Muggleborns, Y/N I mean, you’re smarter than most Purebloods”, Fred said. “thanks Fred”, She said, smiling slightly. “I’ll leave you two to it, I’ll see you tomorrow, goodnight”, Fred said as he walked towards his dorm, yawning.

George sat down on the couch of the common room. He patted on the spot next to him. “sit with me”, George pleaded. Y/N giggled and nod. Once Y/N sat down George pulled her more towards him, holding her tightly. “promise you won’t get in trouble anymore, please, I don’t want to see you like this anymore”, George said. Y/N sighed, “but I had to help Harry-“ “You didn’t have to but yet you did because you thought you had to”, George interrupted her, “Harry is a big boy, he can protect himself”. Y/N sighed and gave in. “okay, I won’t get in trouble anymore” “promised?” “I can try”, she smirked. George chuckled as he pressed his lips against Y/N’s. “that’s why I love you” “only this?” “well, no, you’re perfect, too perfect to get hurt again”, George said as he looked at Y/N’s hand. “I love you”, he said. “I love you too”.

i-believe-i-am-your-doctor  asked:

Maybe you've already touched on this but when Mycroft says "He could be the making of my brother or make him worse than ever", we don't know what either one is. The "making of my brother" might mean make him into a perfect robot, and "worse than ever" might mean Sherlock allowing himself to fall in love.

This is true Lovely. Could possibly be! Mycroft worked hard to keep Sherlock from his emotions.

I don’t like to think so ill of Myc though… I do think he wants what’s best for Sherlock, but is only recently realizing that its’s John who’s best for him, not Mycroft.

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my favorite fics [22/?]

A Life That We Share (I Owe It All to You) by Rearviewdreamer; 50k, read on ao3

Summary: When Harry’s son came home from school crying he didn’t think things could get any worse. Lucky for them, things were just about to change for the best.

or Harry’s son get bullied until Louis’ son shows up.

(beautiful manip used is by @yourssincerelylarry !!)

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Robert quite naturally was concerned that any slipup on Sally’s part would undoubtably lead to him.  His concerns magnified when Loyalist officers began living in the Townsend home, but his apprehensions escalated in November 1778, when Simcoe began living there.  He knew by reputation that Simcoe was no fool, and worse yet, he could be ruthlessly brutal.  Even more worrisome to Townsend was the knowledge that Simcoe’s mission included ferreting out enemy espionage activities on Long Island.  In short, the spy hunter was living in the home of the spy he was pursuing.  Townsend was worried that any misstep by himself or Sally would place all the Townsend’s in danger.  Long Island historians like Frances Irwin maintain that Sally had been passing information to Robert for some time, and she continued to do so with intelligence that she gleaned from her association with Simcoe and other Loyalists in the Oyster Bay area.  But no one was more aware than her brother Robert of the disastrous consequences her discovery would have on the Townsend family and indeed on the Culper Ring. — Paul R. Misencik

I’m done being a sourpuss. We got what we got. It wasn’t perfect but I sure do not regret this revival taking place. I love that I could feel the enthusiasm of the cast and crew bringing back this show from its ashes and considering the pressure they had, it could have been a lot worse.

I feel like season 10 is like season 1. There are a lot of hits and misses close together, like they needed to find what works and what doesn’t again, to get back into the rhythm. This is why I cannot wait for season 11. The machine is back on track and it’s ready to kill it, hopefully with Vince Gilligan and Rob Bowman on board.

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Because nobody’s skin is perfect, and that’s okay.🍑

One of my goals this year is to treat my skin better and to hopefully… see results at some point during the year that my skin is getting better.👩🏼

It could be a lot worse but it could also be better. So I am willing to try.😌🙏🏻

I am also really interested in seeing a naturopath because I’m allergic to a lot of foods and thought that some testing may help to see if my skin is having any allergic reactions to what I’m ingesting. 🧀🍦🍹?

Original Imagine: Imagine being insecure about your plus-size figure but Elijah assures you of how beautiful you are, Imagine Elijah stripping you of your dress and running his lips along the length of your neck from behind

Author: Sammi

Reader Gender: (Female)

Word Count:  1508

Warnings: Smut

Author Note: This is a lot like how I feel most of the time about myself. Its important to read and write stuff like this because it reminds yourself and everyone that reads it that not everyone is a perfect size 2

              Why did I have to be so fat? I looked in the mirror trying on a new bra and panties set that Elijah insisted on getting for me. I could see my stretch marks that proved I was fat, ugly red marks that ran all over my stomach and some along my arms. I hated my breasts, 40DD’s that were nothing but fat. Elijah thought getting the set would actually make me happy but I just felt worse about myself. I hated the size on the tags and that fact I have get things in a bigger the necessary size because everything in the world was made for curve size 4 women.  I looked over to the bed looking at the dress Elijah had also gotten me for a stupid gala tonight. I could see the all too high number on the tag, 16. It was a beautiful gown but I would probably make it look like trash the minute I slipped it on. I sighed and quickly stepped into the dress and zipped it up. It was a beautiful dress, it went all the way down to the floor and hugged the curves of my body. I bite my lip lightly before slipping on the heels that matched. I didn’t bother looking in the mirror again, it would only lie to me like always. I knew I was nowhere near as beautiful as the other girls Elijah had courted or even close to Rebekah’s beauty. I carefully walked down the stairs, making sure I didn’t fall in these damn heels. When I looked up I could see Elijah, dressed to the nines in a black and white suit. He smiled seeing me walk over to him, “What’s got you all smiling Mr. Mikealson?” He gently pecked my lips holding my chin between his fingers. “You Miss. Richards.” I could feel the blush creep up my neck and over my cheeks. “Absolument magnifique.” I blushed even more, he knew every bit that when he spoke French it did something to me that neither of us could explain. “How about we go before I decide staying home is better?” He smiled and nodded his head before linking his arms with me and walking out to the car.

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Look I am so salty in general about the way Danny has been treated by this show.

It is no secret that I absolutely love Danny, my 3rd favorite after hollstein. 

And Danny has consistently been completely beaten down and has not had a single bone thrown to her in this show. Laura at the very least won in S1, and she’s getting Carmilla back in S3. But Danny’s luck just goes downhill consistently worse and worse until STABBED. And no, she was not perfect, in fact she could be reckless and petty af. But she also died to protect her friends, and she spent entire S2 being a good friend to Laura. She was well meaning and she cared. 

But hey, at least the lion hearted Gryffindor (who had her problems but she TRIED) got the death she deserved, pretty noble scene to go out on, right?

Instead they ruin it by turning her into a vampire. And while I absolutely love evil!Danny and Sharon nails it, I am also torn because of course. Bring Danny back and make her evil for ~reasons~ for a good villain that’s probably just going to be staked at the end or something.