married life is shit believe me

lance is the type of person that after marrying keith would point it out to everyone

  • “have you seen my husband
  • “look it’s my husband” *excitedly points towards keith*
  • “my husband bought me this” *points to cool looking scarf*
  • “i can say my husband because we’re married
  • “can you believe i married such an amazing person”
  • “my husband has a mullet but he is rocking that mullet”
  • “oh my god i can’t believe i married someone with a mullet”
  • “keith lets get divorced”
  • “no wait lets not i love you too much”
  • “dont leave me”
  • “we’re married”
  • “bound together for life”
  • “the eternal bonding moment”

and keith is just there smiling because 

  • “i married a dork”
  • “holy shit i’m married!!”

title: assembly required

rating: t

ship: nalu

summary: “natsu you fuck, I sent you to build a wardrobe not marry my fucking sister” - they probably have the movie rights to this one

notes: AHHH @rivendell101 I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FIFTEEN  YEARS TO DO alisha won second place (1.5K words) in my 2.2K follower giveaway and requested a nalu soulmate au involving writing on their person and while I had one written and ready to go like two weeks ago I went to IKEA and bought a wardrobe and while I was dismantling the stupid thing for the second time I had an idea and rewrote it.  this went over 1.5K words but oh well lmao 

notes p2: ok so in this au you’re born with half a word on your wrist, and your soulmate has the other half.  the word isn’t necessarily the first word your soulmate says to you, and you’ll know it’s them because it will flash a colour when one of you says it.  

From: Sparkypire

Time: 8:47 AM

Natsu(5) + {[Any situation(the amount of people)(proximity to Gray Fullbuster(5) OR Gajeel Redfox(3))] - Presence of Erza Scarlet(2)} + Access to pyrotechnics of any sort + Access to his phone = total level of destruction possible, plus-or-minus 2.

To: Sparkypire

Time: 8:48 AM

What the fuck?

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Just for fun, let’s imagine the entire show is in Sherlock’s head. Let’s imagine, just for fun, that Sherlock is comatose due to his drug use. 

Oh, what the hell, let’s just make this an AU.

John is in the same room as he after he came back from Afghanistan with a hole in his shoulder, a tremor and a limp to show for it. 

Sherlock - he overheard one of the nurses using his name in the morning - receives no visitors. No one John can see anyway. Not that he receives them; Harry is too drunk, his mum is dead and his dad needs to stay far away from him if he knows what’s good for him. So John starts talking to Sherlock during the nights because he can’t - he’s afraid to - sleep. He talks about Afghanistan, about the books he reads, about his family, about his past. Even his horrible middle name. 

And when John finally gets released from the hospital - still with a limp, a tremor and a horrific scar - he still visits Sherlock. Every single day. He has nothing else to do anyway and Sherlock is a better listener than his therapist. But then there is Mary, who makes him smile - sort of -, who makes him alive - barely. 

Mary and he get married. But…

“Hi Sherlock. Sorry, I haven’t been in so much; honeymoon. You know. Anyway. So uh… yeah… got a newsflash. Mary is pregnant. She… uh… she took a test the morning of our wedding and didn’t tell me until we got back to the hotel. I’m going to be a father! Can you believe it? Me? A dad… oh God, Sherlock, what the Hell am I doing?”

“I love her. Of course, I do. I married her, but… I don’t… Jesus, I don’t even know what I’m doing. I just feel so numb. I don’t want… I never wanted a simple domestic life. I hate it. I hate her friends, I hate the dinners. I hate the evenings in front of the telly, watching the same shit over and over again. I can’t… I want to be normal. Sherlock, I… I thought she could give me that, that’d I’d be happy, eventually. But, this baby… I can’t do it, Sherlock. I am not a dad.”

“You know… it would be nice if you woke up. You could actually talk back instead of me just sitting here, talking your ears off. God, if you can hear me… you must hate me by now. Sorry… It’s just… there’s no one else. Isn’t that pathetic? A grown man who can turn to no one except for a comatose patient. Yeah… didn’t think so. Well, I need to go anyway. Take care, Sherlock. See you tomorrow.’’

Six Months Later

3:17 am

’‘Goodnight, Dr Watson, sorry to wake you up like this, but… well, he asked for you.”

“Who did?”

“Sherlock Holmes. The coma patient you visit? He… he woke up and he’s asking for you. Quite urgently.”

John doesn’t even realise he forgot his cane back home until Sherlock pointed it out to him, his pale eyes shining with mirth and John feels fresh air fill his lungs at the sight. 

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Not My Dean

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

A/N: For my darling nugget @impala-dreamer and her One Prompt 4 All Challenge. The prompt is bolded. Beta’d by actual angel @amanda-teaches. I tried something a little different (for me at least) let me know what you think! Please? No seriously I die for feedback I’m trying to get better at this racket and I can’t without it okthanksloveyoubye. ;) Enjoy kiddos! (ps if you feel like subjecting yourself more often, tag lists are open)

Words: 1,650

Warnings: Few swears, monster-related hostage type situations, smidgen of angst. Nothing crazy though, it’s all pretty PG-13.


“What the hell?” You were groggy and sore. Why the hell were you groggy and sore?

“Y/N? Hey, are you alright?”

“Sam?” You tried opening your eyes, only to find darkness. Scrunching your nose, you realized you had a blindfold on. That would explain the dark. As you slowly started to come to, you realized your soreness came from your hands being tied behind your back and your ankles to the legs of a chair. Not to mention your pounding head. Best guess was you were hit with something. Hard.

“Yeah, it’s me. Are you hurt? Like hurt, hurt?”

“Uh, no. No, I don’t think so. My head might be bleeding or maybe was bleeding? But it’s not bad. Where are we? I have a blindfold on. Do you have a blindfold on?”

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Writing prompts.

Send me a number and a character!

1. “Please don’t go, don’t leave me here!”

2. “Why do you care? It’s not like we’re friends or anything.”

3. “But I really need this A!”

4. “Is this really happening?”

5. “I just wanted someone to notice me.”

6. “Sometimes it’s good to be scared because it means you still have something to lose…”

7. “I can’t lose you. I won’t survive and that’s your fault. You made me love you. You let me in.”

8. “Why didn’t you try harder? You just left.”

10. “I don’t want to look at you when I know I can’t be with you.”

11. “So you hate me now too? Join the club.”

12. “I’m never good enough, no matter what I say, no matter what I do.”

13. “You want to know what happened to me? You! You happened to me.”

14. “You took a piece of me, and I let you.”

15. “I love you and im always going to love you, but I don’t want to love you! I want to be happy.”

16. “Please don’t chase me anymore unless you’re ready to catch me.”

17. “I’m not alright! Okay? Are you satisfied? I’m not alright.”

18. “I’m not going to say goodbye to you again, do you understand me?”

19. “Is that what you’re doing? Trying to make me hate you?”

20. “The problem is that I don’t think I can stop thinking about you.”

21. “I thought you were different, obviously I was wrong.”

22. “I loved you through everything and you don’t even care!”

23. “Go ahead, laugh at the girl who cares too much.”

24. “Please don’t leave me.”

25. “I’m mad at you because I love you!”

26. “I’m getting really tired of losing people.”

27. “You’re leaving because it’s easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want.”

28. “Pretending not to love you was the hardest thing I ever had to do.”

29. “Nothing about us feels right anymore.”

30. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

31. “I’ve been in love with you my entire life!”

32. “What?” “Nothing, I’m just glad I met you.”

33. “I want my best friend back.”

34. “No, I’m going to change your life. I’m that girl.”

35. “I know I may do a lot of stupid shit, but I am a lot closer to finding someone than you are.”

36. “I just need you to stop being so nice to me unless you’re gonna marry me after.”

37. “You’re either with me or you’re not. You can’t just come and go as you please.”

38. “Even though I know you’re lying, I still almost believe you.”

39. “You saved me from myself.”

40. “You’re constantly leaving me.”

41. “I’m still in love with you. I tried not to be, but it didn’t work.”

42. “I came here to win you back, and dammit, I’ll do whatever I have to.”

43. “Just stop lying to me for once!”

44. “What are you doing here?”

45. “Is this it? Is this the end of us?”

46. “I messed up.”

47. “Please, just do this for me.”

48. “I don’t even know you.”

49. “You’re the one who put me back together.”

50. “Please don’t give up on me.”

things my cousin (who used to go to catholic boarding school) said while watching bare: a pop opera

*obviously there’s gonna be spoilers you’ve been warned*
Epiphany- “Ew flashbacks- wait so his favorite flavor of popsicle is d-d-d-d-dick”
You and I- “Stranger danger and odd euphemisms”
Role of a Lifetime- “Protect my child”
Auditions- “and they all think he’s heterosexual?”
Plain Jane Fat Ass- “ME BITCH”
Wonderland- “ayy kids wanna buy some drugs”
A Quiet Night At Home- “Protect my other child”
Best Kept Secret- “*just crying*”
Confession- “if this bitch spills the tea”
Portrait of a Girl- “see don’t slut shame”
Birthday, Bitch!- “I’m just gonna sing this to you on your birthday while everyone else is singing happy birthday”
Are You There- “he already fuckin knew”
911! Emergency!- “come out come out wherever you are”
Reputation Stain’d- “….daaaaamn”
Ever After- “We gotta write a fairytale with gay heroes. That’s it. It’s our life goal.”
One- “can you believe? i cannot- just- the audacity…”
Act Two
Wedding Bells- “Let’s stop it here look they got married there’s that ever after.”
In The Hallway- “woah lotta things”
Touch My Soul- “is this another weird euphemism”
See Me- “him gay”
Warning- “‘am i supposed to feel sorry for her…cause i don’t’”
Pilgrim’s Hands- “YEE MA BOIS”
God Don’t Make No Trash- “it’s me when you came out to me”
All Grown Up- “use protection, kids”
Promise- “shit. is. going. DOWN.”
Cross- “man fuck off he can be gay”
Two Households- “this is fucking me up”
Bare- “wait this is too cute to end well”
Queen Mab- “is he good”
A Glooming Peace- “NO HE’S NOT”
Absolution- “he’s fine. he’s fine. he’s fine. no he’s not damn it.”
No Voice- “i’m a broken woman”

Shaved hair

So, I have gone back and forth from fully shaved head to mohawk for about 20 years. I have gotten every kind of remark you can think of. From the Amtrak bus driver who asked me “Are you gay” without a single word of preamble, to the cancer patient who gave me a hug without a word.

A shaved head on a woman is a sort of message: “I am different.”

I know it can be terrifying for some, but I seriously do encourage all women straight or not, healthy or not, to do this once. It is liberating and enlightening in ways you cannot conceive. I am not joking. Even when it begins to grow back. Even for your closest relationships.

Case in point: my family just after I got engaged to be married to my physically male, non-binary husband.

Remember I have known this boy since the age of 11. Our parents were kind of like “Jesus Finally!” But one week after I got engaged, I shaved my head again because I’d had long hair for a bit and couldn’t deal anymore. I was with my mom, and she says to me “You cannot get married with a shaved head.” I asked why. She said “Please…the wedding is for me. Just be a girl for a short time. Please.” Promise me no shaved head and no combat boots.“

She was paying. I didn’t know what to say.

I never had a good relationship with my mother. It is better now, and there are reasons I would rather not hash out in public, but this…fucked me up. Because I was me, living alone, had a job and a partner, out of college. I was the person I wanted to be and just like that, it wasn’t good enough. From my mother.

It hurt. And a couple days later, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I went to my fiancé and I said, “Babe, mom says I have to grow my hair out.”

He was joking with me, trying to make me feel better. He said “It’s not hard to deal with long hair!”

I gave him a dirty look. “How would you know? You have never had long hair. I fucking hate long hair.”

He said, “If it will make you feel better, I will absolutely grow my hair out with you.”

“What? Like…our wedding is in two years!”




And he did. He did. We got married with full heads of long gorgeous hair. He had his professionally curled the day of. I shaved mine off two days later. He…left his there for a few more years…well five more. And then he took me to a special salon where they donate the hair to cancer patients and hacked it off.

“Beauty” and the concept of “pretty” are cages. They are chains. I am a woman even if I am not female. I am powerful. I made a baby. I wrote books. I dealt with shit you wouldn’t believe. I married a person who is incredible. We have an amazing life. My hair has nothing to do with it.

This pride, if you dare, if you want to see what it is like to know yourself without all that societal bullshit, shave your head. Have pride in that which lies within. If you’re a guy? Grow it out. Do something that people would immediately assign to another gender.

Do it. You only live once. Don’t go to your death thinking “God I wish I had just been me.”

Be you.

I love you guys.

This new Heroes att is the best thing that’s happened this year



while he’s like oblivious


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i’m crying actual tears, this is the best day of my life

anonymous asked:

Idk if you remember me but a while ago i asked you "how do you know you are bi and not a lesbian?" because i was really confused myself since i knew i liked girls but I wasn't sure about guys (here's your answer post/160719067301/this-is-an-odd-question-but-how-do-you-know-you ) and you said "kind of easy for me to be bi when i rarely date people" BUT NOW YOU JUST TOLD US YOU'RE A LESBIAN AND THAT'S GREAT! but i'm still confused myself so i ask again, how did you figure it out?

lol i love that my answer included that part about my boss looking at me like “you’re a lesbian” because i now look back on that moment and think “yep, she was right.” 

it took me a long time to recognize that just because i am physically attracted to men doesn’t mean that i have to date them. i’ve tried dating men several times in the past year or so and with every guy it just feels like a waste of time. i have to force myself to try to like them and be intimate with them, and it never felt natural and it never came easy to me. 

what WAS easy was breaking up with them, which i never felt bad about. i’ve had a couple of men bend over backwards trying to figure out why i’m breaking up with them, either by telling me how amazing i am or by telling me how terrible of a person i am, and i never care. i feel nothing whatsoever. all i want is for them to leave me alone. i don’t want to hurt more men just because i’m trying to be bi. 

another thing i dealt with in dating men was constantly missing women. i never miss men when i’m with a woman, but i always, always, always miss women when i’m with a guy. 

and just getting back to my original point about being attracted to men but not wanting to date them - because i don’t like sex, intimacy is way more dependent on other factors than it might be for other people. being emotionally or even romantically close to someone is wayyyyy more important than my physical attraction to them, and it took me a long ass time to realize that i can never form that emotional connection with men. it always felt weird and uncomfortable and pretty fucking scary. i thought that was just my own personal hangups with relationships until i started dating hannah and had absolutely zero issues being close and intimate with her. 

there’s one more….petty reason why i prefer being a lesbian over being bi, and that’s the bullshit i deal with from other people. being bi made it more difficult to outright reject men’s advances without them thinking they had a chance and continuing to try to get with me. i’ve already rejected two or three guys with the “sorry, i’m a lesbian” excuse and it works so much fucking better lmao. they actually leave me the fuck alone. which, you know, the fact that i always wanted to reject men’s advances is probably a pretty obvious sign that i don’t like men, you feel.  

also, when this bitch at school tells me she’s praying for god’s will in my life and hopes his will includes me marrying a man, it’s a lot more satisfying to straight up tell her i’m a les and i plan on never touching another man in my entire gay life. 

anonymous asked:

I'm an overweight married girl who is having trouble having sex with her husband. Sex was always taboo in my family. My husband is skinny and I feel like I'm a huge monster crushing him. I always feel like I look disgusting naked and honestly I just want to be confident in my body and have a good sex life. Any advice?

I totally get where you’re coming from. I was always raised to believe that sex was this horrible, awful thing except for magically when you got married, it was beautiful and amazing. But surprise, surprise, shit don’t work like that. It took me a long time to get over the guilt I felt after sex and even longer to get over the idea that being bigger than your partner is a bad thing.

I 1000% promise you that you will not crush him. I’ve been having sex with my husband for 5 years and not once has he ever (seriously, EVER) told me I was hurting him. I’ve asked him if I was about a bajillion times but nope, not once. But he ends up hurting me on average 6.4 times every sexual encounter 😂 He’s a klutz but I love him.

When it comes to feeling beautiful naked, that’s a process you have to go through by yourself. I have a bunch of links to things I’ve written on self love which I’ll include below, but for you, I definitely suggest:

A. Spending a lot more time naked. Even if it’s just taking a little extra time before getting dressed after you shower or sleeping naked or even implementing naked Saturdays where both of you spend the entire day nakey. Once you get used to being naked, it’ll feel less daunting.

B. Every time you pass a mirror, especially when you’re naked, pick a body part and compliment it. Tell yourself it’s beautiful and soft and worth being loved and eventually, you’ll actually start to feel that way towards that part of you.

And C. Get you some lingerie! It doesn’t have to be anything super racy, but just something that accentuates the parts of you that you don’t love and makes you feel sexy. Wearing something cute always does absolute wonders for my confidence level.

anonymous asked:

So babe, fuckboy troubles. My 'boyfriend', a week ago, texted one of my classmate's cousins saying he wants to link with her. Now a day ago, he sent a text to my friend saying 'I want to see you 😊' and a couple X's. He's a piece of shit because when I went over to his house, he called me beautiful, said he wants to marry me, and told me he loves me. I feel like a fool for believing him. Got any tips for me to forget him?

Block him. Block him on everything. Don’t check up on him or his social media, his life is no longer relevant to you. Pick up a hobby or two, treat yourself to a special beauty/spa night, invest more time into your friendships and relationship with your family. Invest more time in yourself. Make your life so full and filled with people who actually do show they care about you that his fake bullshit promises pale in comparison. Show he is nothing to you by living your best life and loving yourself. You’re worth more than lies and infidelity. 

Also if you wanna be petty feel free to send him screenshots of what he sent to your friend/cousin or just a really mean message before you block him. Could be therapeutic <3


When I’m asked for ‘the secret of my success’ (an absurd idea, that, but impossible to get away from), I sometimes say there are two: I stayed physically healthy, and I stayed married. It’s a good answer because it makes the question go away, and because there is an element of truth in it. The combination of a healthy body and a stable relationship with a self reliant woman who takes zero shit from me or anyone else has made the continuity of my working life possible. And I believe the converse is also true: that my writing and the pleasure I take in it has contributed to the stability of my health and my home life.
—  Stephen King
Love on A Dare- A Trent Seven Fic

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Warnings: Adult lanuage, Tyler Bate being a prick, OFCs, mushy serious Trent/Benjamin Webb (yes, I used his real name…), use of bab, possible mis-use of British slang…enjoy! Next up will be Tyler!

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anonymous asked:

Just have Angela and Amelie be really cute?? MM fluff is always quality <3

“Join us for paintball they said, it’ll be fun, they said.” Angela fumed as she peeked around the corner of her cover, only to get her goggles splatted with green paint. 

“Fucking. Argh!” she wiped it off roughly and scowled. “Why did I agree to this?” 

“What’s wrong Angie, scared of gettin’ sniped by tall blue and sexy?” Lena had giggled.

“Oh please,” she had scoffed, “I bet that I’ll be able to tag her more times than she will me.” Amélie had smiled a smile that was all sorts of trouble - and Angela should’ve known better but her pride had demanded that she commit to her statement.

“Is that so?” her girlfriend had asked. “What are the stakes?”

“Loser takes over the winners’ kitchen duty for a week?”

“In that event,” Amélie had said, sliding around behind Angela and whispering in her ear, “I hope you like washing dishes.”

And that was how Angela currently found herself in a one on one match against Amélie. While Angela was a good shot with her pistol, she did not have the accuracy and pinpoint deadly precision of her girlfriend. She looked down at her suit and groaned. Splotches of green covered the once-brown suit, with only the barest hint of the original color visible. 

Angela bit her lip and held her paint marker up. She might have lost - but she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. With a cry, she hurled herself across the opening in cover to get into closer range to Amélie. She heard a thwip and looked up - only to lock eyes with Amélie before the paint pellet hit her on her forehead.

“I believe you owe me a week of dish duty.” A shadow fell across Angela’s vision before Amélie loomed over her with a shit-eating grin on her face. A solitary streak of yellow ran across her cheek - a lucky shot that Angela had gotten in before Amélie’s paint ball had found it’s mark. Golden eyes twinkled with amusement and life, and any complaints Angela was gonna voice died in her throat.

“Angé?” A concerned voice brought her back. 

“Marry me.”

Amélie took in a sharp breath of surprise. “I… what?”

Angela kicked herself mentally - she hadn’t planned on this, and they hadn’t even talked about it - but she knew that Amélie had heard her the first time, and so she reached up to grab Amélie’s hands in her own. “Marry me. I love you, and you just - you make me feel alive. So, marry me.”

“I… I am not a good person, mon Angé.”

She reached up with one hand and softly caressed Amélie’s cheek. “I think that that is my decision to make, is it not?”

Amélie leaned into the touch. “I suppose it is.”

“So…” Angela asked, the knot of anxiety in her stomach growing bigger, “is that a no?”


Her heart sank. “No? That’s okay, nothing has to change, I love you and -” A blue finger across her lips cut her off and she blinked up at Amélie.

Amélie looked down at her with a shy smile. “No, that is not a no.”

“So… yes?”



Your eyes flutter open slowly, different shades of green swirling around you until your vision settles and you see you’re lying on the forest floor. A warm body lies beneath you, and you turn your head to see your boyfriend, James, sound asleep next to you. Shaking your head to clear the dizziness, you sit up.

“James,” you say, shaking his shoulder. “James, wake up.”

After a couple of seconds, his blue eyes flutter open and he groans. “Where are we?”

You stand up and look around. “Hopefully 2015.”

He pushes himself up and runs his hands through his blonde hair. He’s a spitting image of his dad, but his blue eyes and his nose are more like Natasha’s.

“It looks like we’re near the base,” he announces. You nod, recognizing the familiar forest. “We should get moving, we probably don’t have a lot of time left,” he adds. 

He takes your hand and the two of you start walking in the direction you hope the base is in. “So, how do we know they’ll believe us?” you ask.

“We don’t,” James replies, stepping over a log before helping you over. Even after dating him for a couple years now, you still blush.

“That’s reassuring,” you mutter as he sets you back down on your feet and you continue walking. “Let’s hope your family doesn’t kill us.”

Suddenly, a loud, mechanized whooshing sound comes from your right, and you both turn your head to see Sam land a couple feet away, wings folding in and guns pointing at you.

James pushes you behind him and you yell, “Sam, it’s us! Put the guns down!”

“I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

“But you will,” James yells. “We’re from 2036, we came to warn you!”

Sam still doesn’t put the guns down. “Why the hell would I believe that?”

“Look at him!” You yell. “His father is your leader.”

Sam doesn’t lower his guns, but he studies James. After a couple of seconds, his eyes widen. “Holy shit.”

James sighs, relieved, and his arm relaxes around you as Sam says, “Come on, you two are coming with me.”

Steve rubs his temples. “So, you’re born next year and you’re my son.”

James nods. “Yours and Natasha’s. You guys should’ve gotten married about a month ago if we got here on the date we were supposed to.”

“And who’s this?” Natasha asks.

James takes your hand and you smile at him. “This is my girlfriend, (y/n).” The couple nods.

“Let’s get down to business,” you say, leaning forward, “we probably don’t have a lot of time left.”


“We can only time travel for certain amounts of time,” you explain, “and we already passed the normal time limit.”

“Back in our time,” James starts, “you guys are in a coma because an unknown person attacked the base on October 26, 2036. We still haven’t found the attacker, but the poison is slowly working its way through your systems and–”

He stops abruptly, and you put your hand on his shoulder, watching tears well up in his blue eyes. “I can’t lose my parents,” he whispers.

Steve and Nat look at each other. “So, what do you want us to do?”

“Be ready on October 26, 2036,” you say. “Be cautious and vigilant all day. And if nothing happens that day, be vigilant the next day too.”

You look down at your hands and gasp to see they’re gone. “James, we’re leaving.”

James nods at you and looks at his parents one more time. He smiles softly. “See you soon.”

The last thing you see are Steve and Natasha’s shocked faces before your world disappears in a stream of blurred colors. You hold James’s hand throughout the whole transition, and, after a couple minutes, you shoot awake on the operating table you started on.

Wanda takes your shoulders as you gasp for breath. “Hey, it’s okay, you’re safe.”

James jumps off of his table and takes your hand. He looks at Wanda. “My parents?”

She smiles. “They’re fine. You did it.”


Request: May I please request that you do a Desolation Row Gerard where you tell him your pregnant?

My relationship Gerard Way was never easy. He was an asshole to say the least, he cared more about his band and making sure his gang remained in control of the grungy city we called home. 

It started out as a hook up, an after show fling. I was drunk, he was high off his performance and I bumped into him after one of his band mates cheekily asked me if I wanted to go back stage. I still remember how his hazel eyes pierced into mine and he smiled, something that didn’t seem to fit his look but made him even more beautiful. He turned to the drummer, giving him a commanding glare and gesturing for him to leave. He gave me that smile again, running his gloved hand along the side of my face.

“I’m Gee.”

A one night stand turned into a late morning after cuddle session, which turned into exchanging numbers and promises to come back to his next show. We were stuck in this continuous loop of brushing off intimate sex as just another lay. It killed me a little to know he didn’t fully care. He’s brought others girls back to his flat since then, but none of the ever even stayed until the morning.

i knew I was different in a way. For example, he never let a girl sleep in his bed or even fucked them on it, which is why I stayed as far as possible from the disgusting leather couch in his living room. i was also the only one to ever get a second night, explaining he was more of a one-and-done type of guy.

He sucked at romance, expecting a statement like that to make me feel like the Belle of the ball. 

I wanted to cut him out of my life, but I simply couldn’t. I’ve tried countless times, but something always happens. Whether it’s a late night call from him, his gruff  “baby please come over” was enough for me to forget everything I was trying to accomplish or falling back into a lovesick pit when I heard his band playing form the venue across the street.

Gerard had a vast collection of broken hearts, he just kept mine on the top shelf with a gold plague on it. 

Every player has a slip up, and unfortunately, I was his. Gerard could talk me into anything, even fucking without a condom when he discovered his last pack expired. And now here we are.

I took one last breath and knocked on the beat up door, hearing his heavy alternative music stop abruptly. The door swung open and Gerard leaned against the door frame, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and a tooth brush hanging from his mouth.

“Hey baby,” he said casually, removing the tooth brush to spit out into the hallway. He took a step back, gesturing for me to come in.

“We need to talk Gerard,” I said instantly.

“Oh God, is this another one of your break up speeches?” He scoffed, crossing his arms and adding a eye roll. 

“No,” I huffed, a little frustrated that he would mock the many times I’ve attempted to break things off of him.

“Ah good, so what’s the problem darling? Is that scrawny kid at the Tower still bothering you? ‘Cause you know i’ll beat him to a fuckin’ pulp he keeps touchin’ you.”

“No…it’s something else. I’m pregnant.”

His tooth brush hit the floor with an echoing thud, making the silence feel even more unwelcoming. Gerard sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m assuming it’s mine?”

“Yes, i’m positive.”

“I believe you. So do you want me to drive you?”

“Drive me where?”

“To…well y’know.”

My eyes widened when I realized what he was implying. “No! I’m not getting an abortion!”

“Well, fuck Y/N, we’re not ready to be parents. You know that!”

“You aren’t. You never will be anything more than a sleazy rock star who wastes your life away on drugs and sex. I didn’t come here to have some romantic, happy moment with you.”

“Then why are you here?” He challenged, raising his voice and making me jump.

“To tell you i’m having a baby and I don’t want you anywhere near it. I don’t need you or disgusting lifestyle near my child. I’ll have someone tell you my baby’s name when I have it because I want you to write it down in your black book. So every time you sleep with a new girl and write her name down, you get to see you completely fucked over your kid by being a piece of shit dad,” I said coldly, watching his face fall. I thought getting that off my chest would make me feel better, but that heart broken look on his face made me feel even worse.

“Y/N, I-”

“Goodbye Gerard.”

I was pacing anxiously around my apartment as I replayed the scene over and over again. I knew I wasn’t ready to give up Gerard and I was slowly starting to accept I never would be. He took all of my heart. Not a piece, the whole fucking thing.

A pounding at my door interrupted my thoughts, making me jump out of my skin.i hesitantly answered it, surprised at the sight.

It was Gerard. His eyes were red and puffy and he was in simple jeans and a leather jacket, much different than his usual bold attire. 

“What do you want?” I said neutrally, crossing my arms at him.

“Can we talk? Please?”

I gave in instantly, nodding and letting him by.

“I’ve been thinking, more than I’ve done in months. About me, you, us, the baby…I know I haven’t been good to you. And I won’t give you some bullshit excuse about growing with a hard life and having trust issues because that doesn’t mean shit. You’ve been nothing but loyal to me and I took that for granted. In the simplest and most honest way to put it, is that I never believed in love or monogamy. Hell, I bullied the shit out of ray when he got married. But then you come along and just completely fuck me up.”


“Let me finish, please.”

I nodded, leaning back against the counter and watching him.

“I knew from our first night together that I couldn’t let it be the last. That’s why I asked you to stay. I can’t tell you the fuckin’ heart attack I had when you first told me to leave you alone. But I soon realized that you loved me and took you for granted even more, assuming that no matter what I did you wouldn’t leave me. I’m so sorry baby. I know i’m the biggest asshole ever and don’t deserve you. I may not be ready for a kid, but I want to try to be a dad if you’ll let me.”

I simply nodded, the burning in my throat forbidding me to talk. He grinned again, the same one he gave me when our eyes first met.

“I love you.”

“And I love you.” He engulfed me in a hug, whispering loving things into my ear. For the first time since I met Gerard Way, I felt hopeful about our future together.

► Name ➔ Plumeria’s fine.
► Are you single ➔ I’m unavailable.
► Are you happy ➔ Yes. No. Shoots.
► Are you angry? ➔ I’m annoyed.
► Are your parents still married
➔ Never were~


► ‘Birth’ Place ➔ Hau’oli City. Why that in scare quotes? I definitely was born, yo.
► Hair Color ➔ Pink and yellow.
► Eye Color ➔ Light brown fucking yellow.
► Birthday ➔ June 21.
► Mood ➔ Don’t know.
► Gender ➔ Ie Irrelevant.
► Summer or winter ➔ Summer.
► Morning or afternoon ➔ Morning.


► Are you in love ➔ Oh, probably.
► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ Yes but sh.
► Who ended your last relationship ➔ Me. Always.
► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Literally or figuratively?
► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ If I am this is some intense exposure therapy shit, yo.
► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yeah.
► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ I guess?
► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Plenty.


► Love or lust ➔ Love, always.
► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Iced tea, no sugar.
► Cats or Dogs ➔ Yes.
► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Best friends.
► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ I just wanna sit in my boxers and eat cookies, yo.

► Day or night ➔ Night.


► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Yes.
► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Not by accident.
► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yes.
► Wanted to disappear ➔ [this space intentionally left blank]


► Smile or eyes ➔ Yes.
► Fat or skinny ➔ Yes.
► Shorter or Taller ➔ Shoots.
► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Depends.
► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Hook-up.


► Do you and your family get along  ➔ My real family does, mostly.
► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ I stay try keep it tidy.
► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ Arceus yes.
► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Couple times.


► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ No.
► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ No.
► Who is your best friend ➔ Guzma, Guzma, Guzma, Guzma … lowkey Mania, Loch and Hyde but don’t tell them.
► Who knows everything about you ➔ Me, bitch.

things i’ve said as a got7 stan

-”why you gotta be like this” (+”forget it”)
-”welcome to the fish tank”
-”ok seriously jb what does this song have to do with fish”
-ironically: “i dab every morning when i wake up”
-”jb is so extra”
-”will junior ever let jackson live”
-”how do i choose between markson and jinson”
-”i hate you eric”
-”one step a two step girl. everybody wanna make dat noise”
-”how come puberty is working so well for yugyeom but not for me even though we’re the same age”
-”i cant stop i cannot STOP ITTT”
-”I DIE”
-”mother is basketball”
-”bambam STOP”
-”is it possible to marry 7 people at once?”
-”do you think jackson would mind if i cheated on him with junior”
-”they are my precious sons and i raised them all by myself”
-”i can’t believe got7 just saved my life”
-”youngjae is actual sunshine. every time i look at him my life gets longer”
-”i cant believe i stan 7 living memes”
-”i am jungle, jungle is me”