matt are you trying to ruin my life

anonymous asked:

Hey!! Can I get a mello x fem! reader?? Any kind of scenario or maybe like headcannons, sfw with a liiii nsfw ;)))) i dont mind i just love my smol mafioso so much and I dont see enough reader insert stuff 😘😘 i will love you forever...

This got long because Mello is my boy and writing for him is pure bliss. I hope you enjoy!

  I’ll also be coming out with a bunch of Death Note stuff soon, because I have so many ideas for headcanons and scenarios for all of them, so please look out for those! x

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11th Doctor/Newt Scamander imagines

Isn’t it cute the fact both, Newt and the 11th Doctor, usually stutter or get confused when trying to express their ideas and have dificulties at showing their feelings (love, sadness, worry) but when they’re angry or scared it just comes out naturally.

Imagine Eddie as the Doctor trying not to loose his temper with Jacob or Queenie and saying “Step back. Step away from the T.A.R.D.I.S console/vortex/chamaleon circuit I already have too many problems please do not ruin anything again. No, I’m not angry with you I’m just tired of… Stop reading my mind! ”

Imagine Matt as Newt with Amy running for their lifes in Central Park. No, really. Think about a scared Matt with a surprised/terrified face running away from a hippopotamus, shouting in the top of his lungs, while Amy is shouting back “I knew that Erumpent mating dance was a bad idea!”

Imagine Newt and the Doctor actually having a fight with each other and tell me if it wouldn’t be the most cute and hilarious thing in the universe.

if you hate this post, too bad, you encouraged it

(if you haven’t watched the monty hall scene from b99 yet, DO IT)

[in the common room]

shiro: hunk, lance! settle a little tiff matt and i are having

matt: let’s be honest shiro, it’s not a tiff, it’s a row

shiro: and now it’s a scene

lance: it’s alright, guys, we don’t wanna get involved in your personal lives

shiro: it’s not personal, it’s a math problem

lance: pass

hunk: oooooo boy

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It's Always Been You (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

“You can do this. You can do this”, I repeat to myself, trying to steady my breathing. I look up at my reflection and break down into tears. I hear a knock on the door and I wipe my eyes, trying to make it look like I’m actually fine. “Come in”, my voice cracks a bit. I feel a warm hand on my back and look up to see Shawn. I smile weakly and mumble a small “hey”. “Why are you crying? It’s your wedding day, you deserve to be happy”, he says. “Look at you”, he continues and stands behind you, “you look stunning”. He smiles sincerely and wipes under my eyes, adjusting my veil, playing with my hair between his fingers. “I know, I should be happy. I’m getting married, why wouldn’t I be happy?” I say trying to convince myself more than him. Shawn’s face go hard, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. I’ve known him for years, yet I can still never tell what he’s thinking. We met in college. It was the first day of my freshman year, he was a junior at the time, and I was running late for my first class. The only seat left was in the back and next to Shawn. His big brown eyes followed me as I hurried across the room to the seat, and immediately told me I was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. We dated for two years before we split. He got drunk one night and slept with another girl. Recovery was rough, but we remained best friends in the end. Then about a year ago, along came Matt. He was the sweetest guy I’d ever met, and we fell in love. Everything was perfect, I thought he was the one. Shawn hated him, but put up with him for my sake. Then he proposed, and at the time, I thought that was what I wanted. Lately, I haven’t been so sure. There’s nothing wrong with Matt, he’s a real life Prince Charming. But recently the “I love you” has become empty. My parents love him; everyone loves the idea of us together, but I don’t know if I’m making the right decision by marrying him. Shawn’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts. “Do you love him?” He asks in a monotone voice. “Yeah”, I say unconvincingly. “Don’t lie to me”, he replies and gets on his knee in front of me. I look down in shame and mumble, “I don’t know”. Shawn grabs my hand and lifts my chin up. “No best friend of mine is going to get stuck doing something she’ll regret the rest of her life”, he says with a slight smile. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. “Come with me”, he says standing up. “What?” I ask, even more confused. “Let’s get outta here”, he says tugging on my arm. Before I can utter a response he looks me in the eye and says, “If you don’t, you’ll be marrying someone you don’t wanna marry”. It takes only a second for me to make up my mind and I stand up. Shawn opens the door and peers out into the hallway. “Coast is clear”, he says and grabs my hand. We run down the hallway of the hotel, where the ceremony is supposed to take place only a few floors below. I head towards the elevator, but Shawn tugs me towards the stairs. “We’ll get caught if we take the elevator”, he explains. “I can’t run down the stairs in this!” I gesture to my large dress and heels. Without a second thought he scoops me up and heads down the stairs. I have such an adrenaline rush I can’t help but laugh at the whole situation. I’m running away from my own wedding in the arms of my first love… And I couldn’t be happier. It all sounds crazy but it’s like the stress of getting married and trying to please everyone just disappeared. We reach the bottom and I take off my heels so I can run faster. We sneak out through the kitchen, ignoring the odd looks we were receiving from the staff. We make it out to the back parking lot. I cheer and twirl around, “We did it!” Shawn just chuckles at my excitement to be rid of my responsibilities and settles his hands on my shoulders. “We should get going before someone realizes you’re gone”, he says and I nod. We reach his car and I realize I can hardly fit in the seat, so I start stripping away the layers of the white dress. “I hated this damn dress anyway”, I say before getting into the passenger seat. “Didn’t your mom pick out that dress?” Shawn asks as he starts the car. “Yep”, I say bluntly and he just shakes his head. As we pull out and pass the front of the hotel, I stick my head out the window and yell, “Kiss my ass goodbye!” letting go of my veil in the wind. I sit back down and Shawn just looks at me completely fascinated. “I found you a crying mess only 20 minutes ago, now you’re like a teenager who just snuck out past curfew”, he says with an amused tone. I sit there and giggle to myself, adrenaline slowing down. “I just ran away from my own wedding”, I mumble in amazement. I sit there and think about exactly what I just did, and my stomach drops. “I just ran away from my own wedding!” I scream in horror after finally thinking it through. “Stop the car, stop the car!” I scream and Shawn pulls over at a gas station. “Okay, it’s okay. Everything’s fine, just breath”, he says over and over, trying to calm me down. “What the hell was I thinking? Letting you talk me into getting out of my own wedding. What the hell were YOU thinking?! Trying to manipulate me into ruining my life! God, I’m such an idiot. I mean, I know you hate Matt and all, but you didn’t have to break up out wedding! What the fuck-” I throw everything I got at him, but he just sits there until I’m finished. I’m so exasperated with everything I just start crying again. I rest my head on the arm rest and cover my face with my hand. That familiar, gentle touch returns to my back and Shawn’s soft voice soothes me until I stop. I sit there, neither of us making a sound, but his hand never leaves my back. I think of all the good times we’ve had together, Shawn and I. He’s helped me through so much, and was there for me every time something went wrong. The only time he wasn’t was when I caught him cheating, and I told him to stay away from me. That only lasted a week before I couldn’t take the distance and we settled on our friendship. I peer up at him through my lashes; he’s staring out the window, probably thinking. I admire how nice his hair looks, despite being a bit sweaty from our little escape mission. I’ve always loved his eyes. They remind me of home. His lips are curved into a perfect frown, probably from thinking too much, but even though he’s stressed at the moment he still looks like angel. Come to think of it, he’s like an angel-my guardian angel. “It’s always been you”, I whisper without even thinking. His concerned eyes look down to meet mine and asks, “What?” I sit up in my seat and keep the eye contact as I repeat what I said, “It’s always been you. You’re the one who’s always been there for me. Even when you weren’t, I wished you were. Even when Matt got down on his knee and flashed that trashy ring in my face, all I could think about was how you would react. You know more about me than I do myself. You’re the only person who puts my happiness before yours. You’re the only person who knows exactly what I’m thinking and how I’m feeling. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Shawn Mendes, it’s always been you. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, it’s always been you. The world could end right now, or my family could come find us and force me to marry someone who means nothing to me. But that doesn’t matter because I am in love with you”, I pour my heart out to the only boy I will ever love, and sit back in my seat. I turn to him and before I can even blink, his lips crash onto mine. Never in a million years would Matt make me feel the way that Shawn does with just a simple kiss. He pulls away only enough to look at me. “You don’t have any idea how damn long I waited for those words to come out of your mouth”, and he kisses me again with even more passion than the first. We barely separate and Shawn mumbles, “Let’s go home”, before kissing my nose and starting the car back up. He turns up the radio and drives through our favorite fast food restaurant. Once we reach his apartment, I realize I’m still in my tattered wedding dress. “Can we stop at my house first? I’d like to change into something more comfortable”, I say as he unlocks the door. He stops and looks. “Are you kidding me? You’ve left like half of your closet here! You take up more space in my drawers than I do with the shit you leave behind”, Shawn says laughing and I blush, laughing as a follow him inside. I walk into the familiar room and start to undress, but fail when I can’t reach the zipper. “Shawn?!” I call out and I hear his large footsteps on the wood floor. He opens the door and peers in. “I need help”, I whine and he just chuckles as he walks over to me. I turn around so he can unzip the dress. He takes a moment before slowly running the zipper down my back, sliding the fabric off my shoulders and kissing the exposed skin. I step out of the dress and turn around to face him, now only in lace undergarments. Shawn places a hand on my cheek and connects our lips, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He begins trailing kisses down my neck and I whisper four words no other boy has ever heard me say, “Make love to me”. Shawn pulls away for only a second to remove his shirt, and ever so carefully places me on the bed beneath him. He clouds my senses and it’s like nothing else matters in the world. His touch is so delicate, yet so passionate. Everything is out of love, nothing out of lust. I wake up, tangled in the arms of the man I’d wake up to every morning for the rest of my life.


(Guys, I love Steven Moffat, I’ll try to be a little less… vulgar about it if it offends you xo)