maybe something will come out of it later

Scumbag Aunt ripped off my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business and had the IRS financially ruin her.

This is going to be long, so TL; DR; Aunt screwed over my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business, got parents wise on the fraud and eventually reported her to the IRS. The long dick of the IRS bankrupted her and her husband and now they are destitute and too old to work. 


This happened about 5 years ago. My Grandma was getting old, late 80s/early 90s. She had one wish, to not die in a senior home. Easily done as my Grandpa sold some assets way back when, then invested the money and let it ride for 30+ years; he never touched it and collected a pension.

Way back when my Grandpa died, (about 10 years before this), my Grandma appointed my dad, this shitty aunt and my uncle as the Trustees of the trust. Basically the trusted advisors for her and her care for the foreseeable future. All was well in the beginning, then my dad (Willy) moved further away and couldn’t take care of the day to day upkeep as the Trustee and to see that my grandma was ok. My aunt (Rebecca) told her that she and my uncle (Fred, who lived in Arizona) could take over and all would be fine. It was fine for a while.

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Langst i thought about late at night im sorry

ok so i don’t have a lot of evidence on this considering i don’t have screenshots and i really need to binge voltron again but im making this off of pure memory so hear me out ok? im porbably looking way too deep into this lmao

I think Lance feeling like he’s a seventh wheel is completely justified. 

Alright so everyone has had that moment where you make a joke and everybody just stay silent like it isnt funny, right? Well if you think about it, Lance has those moments every time he makes a joke or tries to lighten the mood, all of the time. Nobody really laughs at his comments or even pays much attention to them in the first place, only gets glares in return.

Now clearly, Lance usually cracks a joke for comic relief, but apparently no one else finds it funny. For example, he comes out of the pod after healing and everyone is happy to see him.  But as soon as he starts talking, people just groan and act like, “Oh, it’s that Lance, he hasn’t changed one bit,” and act clearly annoyed. Even his idol, Shiro, acts fed up with his shit- which in some cases is justified, but most times, it shouldnt matter, he’s just trying to be funny lmao.  Lance probably feels, unwanted, out of place, like he is the fifth wheel because no one really accepts him, and everyone finds him annoying.

Its not even just with Lance’s sense of humor, too.

People always think his ideas are stupid.

For example, the iconic scene where he keeps Keith from running straight into the danger that could get both of them killed, he suggests his alternate idea. Keith- who usually thinks Lance’s ideas are dumb, automatically jumps to the conclusion that his idea is going to be. Before he can argue, though, he works it out and sees that maybe Lance’s alternate route is a good idea. 

People disagree with the way he wants to complete something, in season 2, Lance comes up with the idea to form Voltron in a situation and everyone vouches against it, however 30 seconds later, they end up forming Voltron, like he said, anyway. 

Another reason, people also think little of him, they underestimate him, and that all starts with the Garisson. He was told that the only reason he ever got at his fighter pilot class was because his rival was kicked out of school, and without that he shouldnt have even been there. Again, he feels out of place, and like he doesnt belong. Then, his idol, his hero, Shiro, shows up, and when he finally feels like he has a purpose, like he could accomplish something amazing, but then Keith shows up. Even then, he doesnt give up, he is like “um excUSE ME BITCH I CALLED SAVING SHIRO FIRST” And once again, he doesnt want his rival that always beat him to do that once again. 

And again in season two, there’s clearly favoritism happening between Keith and Shiro, and Lance is jealous of course. Like, he finally gets to meet and work with his idol, and when he wants to go with Shiro on a mission, SHiro chooses Keith over him. Man, I wonder why he’s so overdramatic about it. Its not like he was treated the same damn way at the gaRISSON OR ANYTHING NAHH

No, but clearly, he has an inferiority complex, especially when it comes to keith, because he knows hes better than him in every way.

People in the show also deny that he has any good skills, and even he himself starts to believe it, when sorta venting to the yupper. (i die a little inside whenever i see it)

I loved it when shiro gave him praise for once because it was specifically for him and not directed at the whole time. It was good job LANCE

And honestly the pride on his face was so heartwarming like omg thank you shiro for ackowledging him

im probably going way off track but anyway 

daily dose of what its like in my mind 24/7 lmao

I hope in season 3 they kinda bring his insecurities up again as a sort of conflict i mean- with Keith possibly becoming Black Paladin, Lance is probably gonna be hella jealous and im sure thats gonna instigate a fight between them, and now theres not really a mediator. So. Fantastic…..

Guys i feel like a lot fo stuff goes right back to shiro, how lance probably aspires to be like him, or be good in his eyes and therefore be good for the rest of the team but hes having this inferiority complex because he feels unappreciated. Like hes just that annoying guy they dont really need and they could replace him if they wanted to, and keeping all of those thoughts hidden or masked by this confident facade is like

lance youre gonna break at some point 

I hope lance gets the recognition and the acknowledgement he deserves in season 3 i swear he better not be tossed under the rug.

anonymous asked:

What do you do with Too Many Ideas Syndrome?

At first you embrace it: “I’ll never stop writing ‘cause I’ll never run out of ideas! This is awesome!!!!” And then you realize that with so many ideas, you’re going to have to pick one to run with and then it’s like uh…yeah…  

Too Many Ideas

This question has given me the opportunity to bring back the cute bunny post from 2015. In it I discuss how you bounce back and forth between ideas, so take a look. It might help!

In that post I mention that it’s really a matter of going with whatever idea is most interesting to you at any given time. This could change from day to day, so one day you might work with one idea and the next you work with another. This is really basic advice, so I’m going to try to take it one step further. 

Start with Your Characters

If you’re overwhelmed by how many concept/plot ideas you’ve got, make a list of each concrete idea and set it aside. Then, work on character development. Start with one key character and then work outward. 

You might be wondering, how do I create characters without any kind of plot, but writers do actually do this. We’ve got questions in our inbox right now from writers that have developed characters and are stumped on the plot. So it’s definitely possible. 

This key character you’re starting with? Begin by establishing aspects of them that are separate from plot, things like age, gender ID, racial/ethnic background, sexual ID, and obviously their name. Go as far as you feel compelled to go, but start with these basic facts. 

Then, think about their relationships/friendships. Do they have lifelong friends they knew as children? Do they have siblings they’re close with? A parent they bond well with? Think about those they’re friendly with, and then do the same thing you did when you started with your key character - their age, gender ID, ect. ect.

Next, think about potential future relationships. These don’t have to be romantic relationships. If your key character is an artsy type, maybe you envision them clashing with someone who operates with logic and reason, and then seeing how they become friends or enemies over it. This leads you to create yet another character. 

What you’re doing here is developing character dynamics. You’re thinking about who these characters are first, before you even begin to consider what will happen to them. Having a cast of characters in place before you plot anything out can immediately draw you in. As I’ve said before, this is one reason we write fanfiction. We’re attached to the established characters and we want to imagine them in new situations. 

The Character Quick-Change

Grab the list you made earlier of all your plot ideas and concepts. Start casting them in roles in the ideas you’ve already come up and see how they fit. One of your ideas might be set in a fictional, fantasy world with fairies, werewolves, dragons, while another idea might be an urban fantasy where they are no magical creatures but there is magic. And maybe another idea has no magic at all. So as you plug your characters into each vastly different idea, the two start to mold each other. Your characters drive the plot, and the plot you chose will help you add deeper levels to your existing characters. 

If something doesn’t feel right, move onto the next idea. Imagine your characters are standing on a stage, and you’re simply switching out the scenery and the costumes. You’re giving them opportunities to play different roles, but you’re allowing them to bring their own personalities and backgrounds to each role they take on. 

Eventually you should find something that just fits. And when that happens, you keep going with it. You might run into problems as you’re writing, and you might be tempted to move onto another idea, and that’s okay! Go with your instincts and see what happens. Discipline with an idea is hard to maintain, so don’t feel guilty about it. It’s something all writers struggle with. 

When it comes to frustration during the writing process, the trouble is differentiating between your idea just being dead and the typical writing problems that you’ll see with any idea. But I think that’s a whole other topic that maybe I’ll get into at a later date ;)

Writing = experimentation. Try things out and see what’s working and what isn’t. You’ll know an idea is worth exploring when it happens, because your excitement and enthusiasm will soar. 

And as an afterthought, here’s another post that might be useful to you: Focusing on One Project.

-Rebekah

a few thoughts about RSD cus i was typing out a huge thing anyway LMAO

OK SO i’ve been hoping someone would mention this bc I personally have been having a WILD TIME with this particular symptom! But knowing what it is is definitely helping me figure out how to cope with it cus it is definitely a roller coaster.

My particular experience idk how frequent it is in the ADHD community but like you, I was never told about this symptom at all. [but for me a lot of adhd symptoms im actually discovering through research and not doctors visits]

BASICALLY ok rejection sensitive dysphoria is for right now as far as we know, ADHD specific, though there have been discussions in a ton of communities over how it is possible some BPD [borderline personality disorder, not bipolar] sufferers experience it as well. But until thats really delved upon, right now, it is ADHD specific. [research changes constantly and alters all we know]

However we know ADHD sufferers are all under the same umbrella when it comes to being more sensitive to rejection, teasing, criticism, or feeling like you’ve failed. So far its believed at least 90%-100% of ADHD people experience this, as after being told what it is instantly identify it within themselves.

Rejection sensitive dysphoria feels like this ok:

Lets imagine everything’s fine in your day, but you say something to someone and you’re not expecting it, but they either make you feel slighted/insulted/rejected/youre not good enough. Even if they don’t mean to! Even if they are not trying to hurt your feelings and didn’t think about it, it just comes across that way.

What this causes you to feel is an immediate overwhelming emotional response and there are 2 ways most ADHD people react to it. The common symptom overall is just an overwhelming sense of discomfort and pain. It is so intense that you feel you may not be able to live with it.

Internalized: You feel extremely distressed and like you’ve hit a low point. From now on, nothing you do ever again will ever matter. You’ve hit the end of the road in your life. Suicide and ending it all seem like a reasonable thing to do, but you know you’re not going to do that. You become noticeably depressed and low energy. Most people who have this response believe they’ve been misdiagnosed and are actually rapid-cycling bipolar, but thats because this is a very commonly missed symptom of ADHD.

Externalized: You lash out at the person causing you pain. It seems only right, as they were the one causing you this INTENSE discomfort. It really appears like you’re having an anger meltdown of sorts. Lashing out you expect to feel some relief but may soon realize you’ve overreacted, and embarrassed yourself, which unfortunately causes more pain and embarrassment.

Anyhow, what this causes I’ve learned in a lot of ADHD sufferers is it alters their behavior so much bc they want to avoid this feeling SO MUCH that they will do one of several [or all] of these with their life:

  1. Become people pleasers. Forgetting their personal goals, they look into what others around them are really really into and chameleon those things, seeking praise and admiration. This is seen as a way to avoid the intense pain of RSD.
  2. Stop trying. If you don’t try something new, you can’t fail at it. It’s really not worth the risk of subjecting yourself repeatedly to this dysphoria. The idea of putting yourself out there provokes such an intensely deep anxiety that it stops you dead in your tracks.
  3. Become perfectionists. Using the sensation of RSD to overachieve, they strive to be the absolute best at what they do. They seek to be above criticism, you cannot criticize this perfection. The problem this causes, as it does seem glamorous, is that perfection is never attainable so they are constantly driven to achieve more. Overworked, stressed, never satisfied with the outcome.

Coping:

Ok so there’s not a lot about coping with RSD that doesn’t deal with medication, but I’m not medicated and so I’m here to tell you what you might can do to help yourself.

First off, just knowing this thing has a name has really helped and let me step back and analyze whenever I start to feel these come on, and I know I’m not alone there. The intense pain of RSD is actually stated to as an episode, so treating these as you would a mood swing or mood episode could be a good start.

When you feel yourself being slighted over something someone has said, do not react to them right away. Give yourself a bit of space. Analyze it. Do you have the right to feel the way you’re starting to feel? You have to be honest with yourself.

If you see that no harm was intended, but feel slighted and start to feel this emotional reaction, you have to distance yourself. If internalized, maybe ask for attention but do not demand it or rely on it, maybe talk about something else and come back to this later.

If you feel like you’re about to lash out at others, definitely remove yourself from the situation until you’ve calmed down. You’ll feel a lot better about not reacting to the first thing that comes to mind later, thus saving yourself further embarrassment dysphoria.

Overall, I know its hard to be easy on yourself when the stakes are so high emotionally. But you have to try. I’m not a professional and I’m still trying to see whats beneficial to coping with this. Trying not to ignore your own emotions, but also seeing where the line should be drawn between acknowledgement and letting yourself get lost in it.

Do any followers or mods have any coping ideas?

-Mod Speedo

Fjern som venn
  • Clip opens with Sana listening to 2pac’s Dear Mama: the song is an ode to mothers. The following lyrics, I find, very fitting for Sana:
  • ‘Cause through the drama I can always depend on my mama
  • And when it seems that I’m hopeless
  • You say the words that can get me back in focus 
  • We see, once again, that Sana is very into science. This time, we can see scientific articles in the background of her Facebook instead of basketball ones.
  • I love playing “spot the NRK employee” on the social media pages. We can see about three during the whole clip but this guy, in particular, looks like a very cool artist (and he has an Instagram displaying his work).
  • While she smiles fondly at Yousef’s message (that contains alcohol), she’s surprised with a call to prayer which I think she sees as a confirmation that focusing on an atheist boy will distract her from her faith.


  • She mutes the call. (I’m not so sure but I had feelings Sana will struggle with her faith this season and maybe deviate from how she usually practices it a bit, in her struggles. Like maybe she’ll start missing prayers? I’m not sure though, it’s more of a “what if”. If that’s the case: the lingering on the muted call to prayer could be the start of her “straying”.)
  • She unfriends Yousef. Our hearts break.
  • The reference to biology, to me, is another reinforcing of her link with Isak. It immediately reminds us of him and his dynamic with her.
  • It’s funny how she talks about studying the immune system, seeing as it’s the system that protects your body against harm. I think it might be a nod to her trying to protect herself from heartbreak re: Yousef.


  • I have no idea if this next detail is purposeful but I spat my water when I noticed it: we see a display of A DOZEN EGGS which, frankly, reminded me of Yousef’s 12 kids
  • (a bit like the scene in the kitchen in s1 where Chris breaks an egg and just after we have Vilde confess that she thinks she might be pregnant…but we later learn she was never pregnant: broken egg/no children)


  • We get another example of how much mother trusts daughter. I feel like that trust is bound to be broken badly. What with how much we’re reminded of its existence.
  • It’s a common thread in growing up actually, when I think about it. You used to tell me all your secrets but we barely talk anymore.” You grow up and your mother is not your best friend anymore. You feel like your secrets are too big now to be shared. You feel like there are some things she could never understand. Maybe we’ll learn something about Sana’s parents’ relationship later in the story. Something that will surprise Sana (and us) and help renew her relationship with her mother. Relate again.
  • And then we get an interesting transition:
  • “Have you talked to the handsome Muslim boy?” No.
  • Because Yousef is not Muslim.
  • Because the handsome Muslim boy has yet to come.
  • “Remember There Isn’t Just One Person Out There For You”
Things You Need To Understand About Each Sign

aries; they can or are ruthless doesn’t matter if you like it or not its gonna come out sooner or later but people think they don’t care when actually they do are they gonna admit it? maybe

taurus; they don’t like sharing as much as you think they do and they find comfort within things that are completely theirs not something (or someone) they have to share

gemini; they are hard to pin down especially if you don’t have their full attention, they’re known for wandering off somewhere else

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Imagine Daryl cheating on you not knowing that you're pregnant

(Wooo more angst I guess :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

You were both arguing again. About what? He couldn’t remember and neither could you but you were now just both screaming at each other.

Finally, it suddenly stop and you both got quiet. With nothing else to say, he just exhaled and dipped his head down. Staring at his feet, he wondered what had happen between you and him to get like this.

He turned his back to you slowly and walked towards the door to leave, it just seemed right to let you have your space.

Before walking out, he looked back at you only to hear the sound your voice.

“I love you Daryl…”

He turned back and closed the door. Those words he had heard them a thousand times and never once had he ever gotten tired of them but this time something was off.

He couldn’t figure out if you were sincere about it or not and just took some time to reflect on everything.

~~~~

In the few weeks of your arrival to Alexandria, the two of you had seem to drift apart and argue a lot more. Your happiness and joyful attitude had seem to change.

Anything would seem to bother you and you would just seem to push him away whenever he would try to comfort you, making him frustrated.

When he’d leave you alone for some time, you’d get even more frustrated and as he’d come back to your side, the fight between you and him would only seem to get worse.

He hated that feeling of pushing you away and the feeling of you pushing him away. He thought to himself that he would do anything to make you happier again but with everything going on and everything that had happen, even he himself found it hard to be positive.

~~~~

As he sat on the couch, he just didn’t felt like he could sleep on it again this night and decided to get up and walk out to see what the others were up to.

He thought of going to Aaron’s for a late snack, knowing that he and Eric would welcome him, and walked towards where his house was.

He walked the road with his head down, hands in his pocket to keep himself warm when suddenly he felt someone walk by.

He looked back and realized it was Rosita. Oddly, seeing here walk just as him, made him curious and he just had to ask.

“Hey…Where are you going at this hour?”

She turned in surprised, seeming to not have noticed him earlier and simply sighed.

“To Spencer’s house…”

She seemed embarrassed about saying it and could only seem to hope to be able to leave soon before further questioning.

She was about to turn around as it got quiet but somehow Daryl just had to keep talking to her.

“W-what are you doing there? Is it cause of Abraham?”

He knew the answer but he felt an urge of being indiscreet and wanted her to answer honestly.

She ended up being pissed and just nodded.

“Yeah…well now you know the answer…Can I go now?”

From her answer, he just seemed to understand what was going on with her. Looking for someone to comfort in a time when the person you love the most had just threw you away, just seemed to suddenly appeal to him.

Him and her were on the same page and it would just seem fine to be the one to help her out while her to do so for him.

He walked closer to her and casually just asked her honestly.

“How about you forget about him for tonight…Let’s go to your house…”

She raised her eyebrow and knowing how much him and you loved each other she just couldn’t understand as to what was happening.

She stepped back and bluntly asked him. Nervously, he told her everything and ended up walking to her house.

Just as he expected to happen, he spent the night with her and tried to forget about the fight you and him had.

~~~~~

While he left, you had cried to yourself, thinking about everything. You didn’t knew as to where this whole frustration came to you but you just felt suffocated with everything lately.

It was easy to be pissed off and it would always seem that you would let it out the instant Daryl would be around.

You hated yourself for it each time you would later reflect on it and remembering his sad expression, only made it worse.

You wanted it to change, to go back to the time where everything was sweet and nice with him. To the time, when it was easy to laugh and forgive each other after stupid little arguments.

You knew it had something to do with you and you just had to figure it out. You thought about it over the night and eventually fell to sleep.

~~~~

The next morning you woke up and oddly Daryl wasn’t on the couch. You stopped to think for a while but believing that he might sleep at Aaron’s or Rick’s, you simply nodded and walked to over to make breakfast.

In the meanwhile, he was spending the morning in Rosita house’s still holding her. He felt bad to leave you like that but thinking that you might need some time he stayed with her and they later ate breakfast as well.

You sat there expecting him to come back anytime soon but as you realized the time of the day, you decided you needed to figure out what was happening with yourself.

You needed to talk to someone and decided to join Denise in the infirmary. As you helped her out with whatever she needed, you both talked and she made you realize something.

“Well maybe your mood swings…and your sensitivity to smell…it’s all linked to you being pregnant…When was your last period?”

As she said that, you stopped whatever you were doing and stared up at her. In thought, you counted the last time you had your period and realized it was quite some time ago.

She noticed your silence and questioned further, “Do you and Daryl…use condoms when you both…”

You shook your head remembering the last time you and him had been together intimately and just slumped down to sit on the nearby chair.

Nervously, you didn’t know how to react properly. Were you happy about the possibility or would it break you and him even more, you couldn’t know at that moment and it scared you.

As Denise noticed you, she got closer to you and went in to rub your back for comfort.

“Look I think you can take a test here just to be sure…maybe you’re not and it’s something else…Whatever it is we’ll figure it out ok!”

You wiped your little tears and nodded to her. A test wouldn’t hurt you and if you really were pregnant then you thought you that it might be better to learn it now.

~~~~~

As you were about to take the test, Daryl was just quietly leaving Rosita’s house for the day and was hoping to go check on you.

However, something in his hear and mind told him that you might push him away again, making him turn to look at Rosita as he stood by the door.

In a mumble, he simply eyed her and said, “I’ll be back for tonight…Wait for me ok…”

She sighed and asked him about you but he simply shrugged and explained his reasoning. She ended up agreeing and told him to quickly leave before anyone would see him walk out of her house.

~~~~

You ended up finding the truth behind your frustration and sickness. You were pregnant, two lines on both of the tests that you took.

Your heart thumped and you thought of everything. Was he really going to be okay with this? You remembered you both talked about wanting a family together but that was back when everything was sunshine and flowers between you not like this.

You weren’t even sleeping in the same house at this point and the thought of bringing a child into an unhappy family saddened you.

As you sat in deep thought and discussion with Denise, she tried her best to make you realize that it wasn’t as bad.

She tried to convince you of Daryl’s kind heart and how he would certainly understand and probably make things right with you.

Although, you could see it, you expressed to her that you felt bad for the way you had been treating him.

“I-I don’t to think an apology will be enough…”

She didn’t knew what to say and you both got quiet for a while until an idea occurred to her.

“How about you make a nice diner for him…and maybe make a surprise about your pregnancy announcement while at it…I’m sure he’ll appreciate it…”

The idea made you smile and only sweet memories about him getting you dinner whenever you were hungry, came to you. You realized it was in times like that, that you would both just fall for one another.

You ended up nodding and with some confidence you agreed.

“Alright I like that idea…A new start for me and him…and our little one…”

She smiled to hear you and you both got to work on different ideas of how to present the whole thing to him.

Not wanting to rush anything, you decided to truly prepare it for him in the few days that followed.

~~~~~

While at it, he had been spending his night’s at Rosita for her company and had lied to you about just wanting to hang out with Aaron.

You didn’t question him any further thinking that it would be better to surprise him at the right moment and just let him his space.

He didn’t want to be apart from you but your distantness just seemed it was better to let you on your own for a while.

With Rosita, he was able to talk and just feel comforted enough to not want to leave it so soon. He knew it was wrong but something about it was just worth it to him as long as no one found out.

She wouldn’t ever replace what he feels for you but it was something new to him and a breath of fresh air that he needed for the time being.

~~~~~

One evening, after him and her had just had sex, he remembered you passing by him and telling him to come for dinner as he walked outside.

He knew it meant you were fine enough to talk again and finally felt like he needed to spend the rest of the night with you. He explained himself to her and she understood, letting him leave.

You sat waiting anxiously at home, hoping he’ll be back soon and really just couldn’t wait to tell him of the news.

In the days leading to this moment, you grew to love the idea of having your own child and could just imagine how lively your life would get.

You barely could sit still in your seat and as soon as your door was opened, you got up from the kitchen table to peer over.

It was Daryl and you cracked a smile at him. He lowered his gaze as he would whenever he would get nervous and made you chuckle.

To hear your laughter, made him feel better and realized how much he had missed you. However, at the same time that smile and sound, stung his heart and reminded him of what he had been doing behind your back, making his hesitate to smile so much.

He walked over to see you and greeted you in a low tone. You nodded and shyly welcomed him.

He sat across from you and smiled to see the food you had cooked. He smelled it and just felt back at home and slowly seemed to forget about everything that had happen.

~~~~~

You both ate quietly for a moment, not knowing the right words to say. Stealing glances at each other, you smiled and notice him going from smiling to a concerned expression in a matter of seconds

It worried you that he might not like it or something and took the lead in starting a conversation.

“I-I’m glad you came for tonight…I-I really missed you…”

You looked up from your plate to see his reaction and once again saw his lips curl. It wasn’t out of pure happiness it seemed but you took it as a compliment.

He nodded at you and just couldn’t find anything to tell you but that he felt the same about you.

It was the truth but part of it, he felt himself as a jerk to have done such things to you. It broke his heart to realize the whole thing and he just wanted to hit himself over it.

He then reached for your hand and simply repeated to you about how he loves you, making you feel a sense of relief.

The evening went quite well and you both started to chat in a more relaxed way that reminded you both of when you first met at the prison.

~~~~~

As you both sat on the couch, you then got up and revealed to him that you had another surprise for him and that he needed to close his eyes.

It slightly unnerved him but nonetheless he did as you asked of him.

You came back with a box in hand and kneeled close to his knee, enough to put your hand on it.

As you did, you then told him to open his eyes. He noticed the box in hand and just wondered as to what it was.

You could see the curiosity in his eyes and excitement came over to you. You smiled brightly and just couldn’t seem to sit still.

You handed it to him and looking into his eyes, you said, “I’m sorry about my attitude lately…I really am…You didn’t deserve to be treated the way I treated you…You deserve better…So here is my apology gift…”

He swallowed hard to hear you and couldn’t think as to what you would offer him. The box was intricate and he felt like he didn’t deserve whatever it was inside as he now felt at fault on his part.

Nonetheless, with your excitement, he had no choice but to do just as you asked and open the box.

As he did, he noticed the paper filling surrounding a piece of a folded paper and looked back at you.

You gave him a curt nod to signify him to take it and he did so. He took it slowly and opened it to read it.

“You’re going to be a dad”

His heart stopped. His eyes had tears and widened to see those words and he couldn’t figure out how to truly feel.

As you noticed him, you simply chuckled and told him to check the tests you had took to let him know of the truth.

He slowly searched for them and seeing the two sticks with each a positive sign on them, he realized how much in the wrong he was.

He knew he still loved you but just felt like he didn’t deserve you. He looked back into your eyes and you just playfully bit your lips and said, “So…what do you think?”

A thousands insults to himself came to him and in that instant, he could only think of pulling you in for a tight hug.

You ended up in his lap, hugging him back and could only laugh at his reaction. Your happiness to him was everything to him but truly he just felt like he did you wrong and knew nothing he could do could make him redeem himself.

The only thing he could say or feel about this was to tear up. He clung onto you and repeatedly apologize to you.

“I-I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”

You stroked his hair to hear him and just told him it was fine, not understanding the true meaning behind his apology.

You thought he was simply referring to your pregnancy and just told him about your love for him.

“You don’t need to apologize for it…If anything it’s me for my attitude…Not you…Besides if you’re apologizing for making a baby with me…Don’t…I love you Daryl…That’s all that matters…I know we’ll make it through together…and that’s all because I love you…”

As he listened to you, he wanted to hit himself over and over for everything that he had done to you and realized nothing could be done to fix any of his acts.

The only thing he could think at that moment was to keep apologizing.

“I’m sorry….I’m sorry…I’m sorry Y/N…”

From his tone, you realized something was off and held him wondering if you should ask his meaning or simply brush it off for the night.

Read ‘Em and Weep

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

Pairings: Reader x Yoongi 

Description: How do you fall in love with someone who can’t talk? 

Word Count: 7k+

A/N: Four years ago today I tried to end my life. This piece isn’t prolific, I don’t think it’s even that uplifting. But it’s warm and it makes my heart feel full and thats enough. If you’re hurting today I hope you tell yourself ‘I’ll wait one more day’ and then keep telling yourself that everyday from now. 

He was here again.

You bit your lip in quiet anticipation, feeling the butterflies in your tummy bubble over until you felt like you might actually explode. He came in every Thursday night between 6:30 and 8:00 and usually strayed towards the non-fiction and classic works sections in the store. You noticed from his check outs he liked poetry, but he rarely ever visited any new authors, he stuck to classics, but they all had the same depressing theme to them. If you had to see one more Poe, Plath or Bukowski check out you would consider referring him to your therapist, who, as nice as she was, you couldn’t exactly vouch for her turn over rate if you were basing it off yourself.

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anonymous asked:

Jason: "Why couldn't Wonder Woman have adopted me instead?"

HI I WROTE A THING

Cor Et Cerebrum universe bc why not and also I don’t have to do a ton of legwork to get Bruce and Jason to talk.

Gen!Fic
Fluffish
Some language

Jason Todd has been moping around the manor for five weeks when Bruce has finally, finally had enough. He likes having him there, he really does, and most of the time it works out just fine.

Except Jason has picked up the awful, grating habit of muttering, “Why couldn’t Wonder Woman have adopted me instead?” every single time he’s even mildly annoyed. In his defense, Bruce visibly flinched the first time Jason said it, half-joking, and he’s been throwing it around since then probably in hopes of getting a similar reaction which Bruce will not give him the satisfaction of seeing.

Jason is pretty fond of his new catchphrase and the week that Bruce reaches his limit is the same week Jason makes sure he overhears it while Jason is talking to Alfred, Damian, Tim, Dev, and Dick, in that order. The final straw is when he’s sitting on the floor in the study while Bruce works at the desk, and Jason puts his book down to ruffle Titus’ ears and without provocation says it to the dog.

“You’re a good boy,” he says to the drooling face, the dog’s whole body shaking in excitement. “I never had a dog. Why couldn’t Wonder Woman have adopted me instead? She’d let me have a dog.”

Bruce slams the folder in front of him shut and Jason waits for the shout or the tense reassurance that Jason could, in fact, procure a dog if he so desired.

But instead Bruce picks up his cell phone.

“Diana,” he says after a moment. “I have a problem.”

Jason stops petting Titus to listen and Bruce stands and leaves the room.

“Get a bag,” Bruce says stiffly when he returns, Jason still sitting and too shell-shocked to move. “Now.”

And if Bruce is going to take it to the next level, Jason is going to match him step for effing step. He throws stuff in a duffel upstairs and stomps back down toward the front, where he finds Bruce waiting.

“Hurry up,” Bruce says. “She’ll be here soon.”

Jason follows him to the end of the lane where Bruce takes the duffel bag and motions for him to sit down on it. Bewildered, amused, angry, and still silent, Jason complies.

Bruce pulls something out of his pocket and then crouches and safety pins a piece of paper to Jason’s shirt.

“Ow,” Jason mutters, even though the pin didn’t actually prick him.

“Sorry,” Bruce says, and Jason feels a touch of guilt but doesn’t fess up. “We’ll miss you. Have fun.”

And then Bruce leaves.

A few minutes later, a car turns into the drive and stops. The window rolls down and Dev looks at him. Tim is in the passenger seat on the far side, with wide eyes, sipping something orange through a plastic straw.

“Mate,” Dev says, leaning out the window to look around a bit.

“Yep,” Jason says.

The note on his chest says UNACCOMPANIED MINOR. GUARDIAN: DIANA PRINCE.

Jason isn’t a minor but he’ll let this detail slide for now.

“I’m calling his bluff,” Jason says, and Tim snorts.

“Bloody hell,” Dev grumbles and rolls up the window and drives toward the manor.

Another few minutes go by, slow in the early fall afternoon, and then there’s a soft whoosh and Wonder Woman lands on her booted feet in front of him. For all his bravado, he hasn’t actually spent all that much time in front of her, and if he’s honest, she still intimidates him far more than Clark ever does. He forces himself to give her what he hopes is a cheeky grin.

“Hiya,” he says. “Guess you’re the new mom.”

“Your father conveyed such wishes,” she replies solemnly.

She looks up and Jason turns at the sound of footsteps approaching across the fine gravel. It’s Bruce again, this time with a mug in his hand. He raises it to Diana slightly in greeting.

“He is certain?” Diana asks and Jason is starting to feel a little nervous. She sounds so serious.

“Ask him,” Bruce says, with a shrug. He stops and puts one hand in his pocket while he sips the coffee. “He’s been talking about it for months.”

“Are you certain?” Diana asks Jason and Jason is still unwilling to back down. At some point, one of them has to break and either admit it’s a huge farce or beg him to change his mind.

“Yep,” Jason says. “So, whaddaya say we get the frick outta here?”

“I have always wanted a son,” she says, now beaming. “I always thought it unlikely to find one that agreed to the terms of Themyscira.”

“You’ve found him,” Jason says, giving Bruce a slightly alarmed look. He was not made aware of terms.

“Do not trouble yourself,” Diana says, seeing his expression. “Castration is a brave but noble undertaking to dwell among my women. And we are not barbarians. You will be permitted to be sedated for the procedure if you desire it. There is no shame.”

Jason feels the blood rush to his cheeks and then immediately drain from his head.

“The–” is all he gets out. The world around him has gone fuzzy, wrapped in gauze and protected from sound.

He does not hear or see Bruce sputter into his coffee.

But he does turn to look at Bruce after and mistakes the attempt at Bruce’s self-recovery for a dark scowl.

So, Jason figures he brought this on himself.

“Shall we go?” Diana asks.

“I…” Jason looks dumbly down at the note on his chest and tears it off with a frown. “I think I’ll stay,” he says faintly.

“That is unfortunate but understandable. I have reason to believe your current family holds great affection for you,” Diana says kindly.

“Sorry to waste your time,” Bruce says, as Jason climbs to his feet and says a hasty goodbye. The boy goes up into the manor and disappears inside.

“How did I do?” Diana asks, smiling at Bruce.

“Fine,” he says, scant on praise as usual. “The castration bit was a little over the top, don’t you think?”

“It was very effective,” Diana retorts. And Bruce can’t argue with that.

“Thanks again,” Bruce says. “I’m going to go do damage control.”

“It was my pleasure,” Diana says before flying away. Bruce watches her go and then turns back to the house. When he goes inside, Jason is sitting on the steps in the foyer with a defiant glare.

“I wish the Kents had adopted me,” he snaps before Bruce can speak. “They’d never do something like this.”

Bruce opens his mouth and for a long moment, is frozen, but then he laughs and holds out an arm. Jason is still sulking, pretty convincingly for someone wearing combat boots and almost as tall as Bruce.

He steps right into the hug with his arms stiff at his sides and his chin dipped down. Bruce squeezes him, an arm firm around Jason’s shoulders.

“You didn’t really think I’d let her take you, did you?” he asks.

Jason grumbles something indistinct and shakes his head.

“You know she was joking, right?”

“Fuck me,” Jason mutters in disgust and relief at once. “I’m never gonna be able to even look at her again.”

“Give it a few months,” Bruce says. “You’ll survive. And maybe stop throwing your dad out with the bathwater every time I turn around.”

“Are you calling yourself a baby?” Jason asks without looking up, but Bruce can hear the grin in Jason’s voice.

“Maybe. Maybe I’m sensitive.”

Jason barks a laugh against Bruce’s shoulder and steps back.

“Deal,” he says.

“Crap,” Tim says from the top of the stairs. They both look up to where Tim and Damian both have armfuls of books and action figures from Jason’s room.

“Put those back,” Jason orders sharply, already hurrying toward the stairs. “Now, you miscreants.”

“Why did you permit a return policy, Father?” Damian asks, stepping back and tightening his grip. Tim has already fled and abandoned him there. Damian wastes no more time in following and Jason’s heavy boots sound out as he storms down the hall. There are outraged shouts and a scream a moment later.

“Change of heart, sir?” Alfred asks calmly, walking by with a tray of tea things.

“Something like that,” Bruce says, still looking up the stairs and trying to decide if it’s worth intervening. There’s another yell and he decides they’ll come for help if they need it.

Probably.

Maybe.

There’s a loud crash.

He shakes his head and goes upstairs.

“I knew she wasn’t serious,” he mutters to himself when there’s another crash. “Why didn’t I go with her?”

Walking Out- Steve Rogers

Wow look I’m writing again! Schools done and I’m officially out of high school! A lot more stuff coming out (fr this time). This is also part one, part two will include prompt 7.

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Request: 1,7 with Steve

Requests: Closed

Originally posted by imaginesofeveryfandom

It was meant to be your night. You and Steve were meant to have a night in tonight since he got home from the mission. At first, you thought maybe the team was late getting in from Austria, that they had something else to deal with before they came home.But 2 hours later, after texting Steve 3 times, and calling twice, you started to worry, so instead of calling him again, you texted Natasha, who sent back a message that puzzled you at first glance. 

Nat: We’ve been back for hours now. I thought he was going to you? 

You looked down at the phone, and then at the time, before calling Steve again, with no answer. Sighing, you put the dinner you made in the fridge, realizing no one was going to eat it anytime soon, and went to sit on the couch, staring at the blank television.

Finally deciding to distract yourself from the pain in your heart and the envelope on the table, you turned on the tv and mindlessly watched whatever was playing. Eventually, you fell asleep, wiping the silent tears off your face and hoping Steve would come home soon. 

Meanwhile, 45 minutes away, Steve sat alone on a bar stool, staring at the empty glass in front of him. After looking up at the bartender for the 5th time that night, he refilled the glass with whiskey, and downed it in seconds. 

In his head, the same voice echoed over an over again, and he couldn’t get it out. 

She’s going to end up just like them, dead and gone. 

The mission he had just gone on, was tearing him apart inside. New HYDRA bases called for everyone to come in, and this one was no different. It was his job to clear out the C-Wing with Natasha, where there were said to be several guards, weapons and files. Everything went as planned until he got through the sealed C-Wing door, when everything went crumbling. As soon as he got in there, he wasn’t just faced with a guard, he was faced with his worst nightmares. 

He was forced to remember his mom, more specifically, his mom’s death. He was forced to remember Peggy, how he left her, how they never had their first dance. Forced to remember Bucky, how he didn’t save him, what Bucky was forced to go through with HYDRA. Forced to remember all those he couldn’t save. And then he mentioned you. 

For the first time in years, he was angry enough that he killed the guard with his bare hands.

He snapped out of his mind for a minute, realizing hours had passed, and he saw he had several missed calls from your number. He knew he should have replied, he should be at home. But right now, he couldn’t face going home to you. 

So he sat there, downing glass after glass of hot whiskey, not caring what time it was when he ultimately decided he needed to go home and sleep. So he paid the bartender, leaving a generous tip and started walking.

It was 2am when the keys rattled against the door, stirring you out of your slumber, and sighing when you realized he was finally home. You sat there, staring at your knees as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as you waited for Steve to finally walk through the door. 

When he finally stepped through, you could tell something was wrong. He smelt of alcohol and cigarettes, and he basically slammed the door shut as he came in. 

“Steve?” You asked, seeing him drop the keys into the jar and continue walking towards the bedroom. 

He didn’t say anything, the only thing you could hear was the closet door opening and closing. Then his footsteps slowly started coming back to the front room, where he went right into the kitchen, and started looking through the fridge. 

“Is there any dinner?” He asked.

You were taken back to say the least. He completely ignores you after being on a mission for 3 days, and the first thing he mentions is food.

“Yeah, but Steve, why didn’t you pick up my calls? Or any of my messages?” You asked.

He ignored you again, and by now, you were more infuriated.

“Jesus, Steve… Are you going to say anything other than ‘is there dinner?’ to me? I’ve been waiting hours for you to come home and-”

“I don’t care, (Y/N)! I really don’t care right now, being here is the last thing on my mind!” He yelled. 

That’s when you completely lost it.

“God! Steve, I know you have work! I know you have priorities, and there are certain things you need to get done! I have understood that from day one! For 3 years, I’ve sat here, understanding that there are some things that will come before me! I’ve accepted that for years! But the one night I want you to come home and stay with me, you leave! You don’t pick up your phone- I-I don’t know if you’re dead, if you’re hurt, I’m sitting here worrying, and I find out you’re at a bar drinking! I leave messages asking you to come home, but you ignore me! And you don’t care right now, but I can’t put up with this right now! I can’t come home knowing that you don’t care because I need you!”

It was silent for what felt like forever, but as the seconds ticked by and he said nothing, he just stared down at his feet, before rubbing his hands over his face and refusing to look at you. That’s when you finally had enough. 

“I’m done, Steve.” You rose up, trying to keep the tears that were fighting to come out as you walked out.

“(Y/N)… Please don’t leave me.” He whispered, reaching for you as you moved away from his grasp, and towards the door.  

As much as it was breaking your heart, you grabbed your keys, bag, and shoes before you left. 

“I can’t… I can’t do this Steve… not right now… Find me when the Steve I fell in love with comes back.” You slammed the door, and he just stood there watching. 

It took him a long time to process what had happened. Standing there, replaying the moment the love of his life walked out, all because he couldn’t separate work from home. 

He stood there for what felt like hours, before he turned to the living room where the baby blue envelope laid on the coffee table. Curious, he picked it up, and saw your distinct writing on the back, neatly spelling out his name. Without thinking, he opened the envelope, seeing a small slip of paper fall out. Picking it up, he was once again left completely speechless. 

On the card was neatly scrawled writing, the message making him tear up before he fell to his knees, trying to stifle his sobs as he looked at the image and the message again. 

You’re going to be a great father.

I love you, Steve. 

Without reading the rest of the card, he looked back at the ultrasound, the small outline of red ink made by the doctor around the small bean shape on the image. Everything fell apart at that moment. He had driven away the one person he had left, and his unborn child.

at last (i see the light)

Summary: Of a tower, a missing prince with the sun in his hair and the ability to heal with a touch, and a terrible-dangerous-very-bad bandit who’s never been altogether good at being very bad, dangerous, or terrible.

An AU based off of Disney’s Tangled.

Nico di Angelo grows up with stories of the prince lost to time.

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anonymous asked:

What's Bloodborne's Plot?

So this ancient underground civilization™ thought it would be pretty rad to make a deal with some aliens and take their blood, but surprise, it actually wasn’t a good idea at all! Turns out the blood was in fact bad for humans and turned them into beasts. At some point the aliens got bored or something or maybe it was just really stuffy underground, so they left the ancient underground civilization™ and looked for new things to play with (all except Ebrietas because either the other aliens didn’t want her to come or she really liked living in the dark, cold, damp ruins of a dying race, who knows). Things went a bit downhill from then and everyone underground either turned mad or turned beast.

Anyway some years or decades or centuries later someone was like “let’s build a gothic city with as many superfluous ornamentation as we can think of” and others were like “yeah okay” and they built Yharnam right on top of the ancient underground civilization™’s former homes. There was also a school and of course it was bound to happen that the pupils stumbled across those ancient homes at some point (tho no one knows how, maybe one of them stubbed their toe against some weird monolith that came out of the ground and it turned out to be the entrance to the old labyrinths). Down there they found traces of the aliens and since they didn’t know that most aliens are evil and want to overtake the world, they decided to research them instead of calling it a day and never coming back.

There were two people in the school that were a bit more important than the rest. One of them was principal Willem, who just sat in his chair all day and waited for the aliens to abduct him because he found them so cool. The other one was Laurence and he’s like “let’s take this blood and make a religion out of it.” and principal Willem was like “no Laurence this is a really horrible idea” and then Laurence was like “Pshhh whatever.” and he went to found the healing church. And since Willem only sat in his chair all day he couldn’t follow and stop him.

So Laurence and his church became pretty popular in Yharnam and the blood they took from the aliens healed all kinds of diseases and people came from far and wide to get an injection with the blood because hepatitis hadn’t been invented yet. But as we all know the blood turned people into beasts, so Laurence was like “oh fuck” and called his friend Gehrman to hunt and kill those beasts so the rest of the populace could take their blood and transform in peace.

Like that the Hunter’s Workshop was founded and did some pretty nasty things, until one day Laurence was like “actually you know what I don’t need you anymore, I made a new gang of hunters, with black ones and white ones.” and Gehrman was so pissed about it that he made contact with one of the aliens and immediately got trapped in a dream world. Stupid Gehrman.
There was also this other dude called Micolash who was friends with Laurence at first and helped him with research and alien-ology. But then got bored and founded his own school. It was much fancier than that of Willem because Mico had rituals and sacrifices and neat headwear. Somewhere along the way he fucked up tho and contacted an alien, too, and of course promptly got trapped in a dream world. Those people never learn.


Anyway, meanwhile in the waking world Laurence realized that maybe, eventually, there could be a slight chance that the blood wasn’t good after all because the whole city had gone nuts. There are beasts and crazy people and crazy beast people and there is really no way to save things anymore.
Enter The Hunter, a poor soul who just wanted some blood treatment and somehow got dragged into the whole thing of beast hunting. After overcoming several obstacles, including a really sad priest, multiple screaming gigantic dogs, Good Ol’ Micolash Himself and progressively weirder-looking aliens, The Hunter is left with the choice of dying, also getting trapped in a dream or being turned into a squid. The latter is the best option because you still get to be with The Waifu.

Chris Evans - Surprise

Originally posted by mackievanstan

It’s Chris’ birthday and you have a very special surprise for your husband. You’re about to give him something he’s always wanted.

Pairing: Chris x Fem!Reader

A/N: I wrote this quick one shot for Chris’ birthday. I hope he has a wonderful day ❤

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longlivechips  asked:

Okay so we know what fantasies Yuuri shattered, but what about the ones he lived up too? As a continuation of your other post.

           IGNORE THAT I MESSED UP YOU SENT THE ASK IGNORE ME             

TOO LATE YOU STEPPED INTO THE ANSWER ZONE

1. yuri stepping in - or out - of the hot springs, looking like eros coming down to play in the water with psyche, victor is deeply glad he’s usually already in the water and can pretend to dignity

2. yuri wins a medal, yuri rushes toward victor like he’s the only one he cares to let know about it. “did you see it?” says yuri, and it’s so like a fantasy victor used to play through when he first got to japan victor is disoriented for a second.

3. okay but what if that katsuki kid – man? how old is he – turned out to be really fun and outgoing under his veneer of cool, distant beauty and he let victor kiss him backstage and smiled at him afterward, that might be fun.

4. what if when you kissed right behind yuri’s ear, just softly, what if he shivered and went all boneless against you so you could hold him real tight in your arms and get him to lie down with you on your bed, and then he let you kiss the underside of his jaw and he said things like “Oh,” and “Victor, please, please –” and let you take off his shirt and touch his nipples, what if —

5. victor steps into his cold, empty apartment after sochi. what if, he thinks, what if katsuki hadn’t been completely shitfaced out of his mind, and he really meant it when he asked me to coach him, and he lived with me and Makkachin, and when I came home, he said something like “You’re back!” or “hi, Victor!” or maybe even “I’m so glad to see you, I missed you, baby”. what if I –

a year and a half later, victor comes in after traveling for an ice gala, and Yuri says, “you’re back, I missed you so much” and gives him one of his rare, delightful clinging hugs unprompted. victor leans into it like it’s the only thing to hold him up.

I swear to god if ASTRO comes back on August 20th 2017 I’ll flip the freak out. 

This was the end of the first episode of ASTRO’s web drama, to be continued, which aired on August 20th, 2015. 

and Eunwoo says this during Rocky’s performance of ‘Go Back’

They’ve gone back to two years ago???? Well August 20th 2015 would’ve been the two years ago August 20th 2017 kiddos went back to. 

also suspicious because he says ‘gone back to two years ago’ like maybe go back to ‘go back’ ???? 

If they come back August 20th 2017 with the title song of “Go Back” i’ll freak out even more 

Also, this song is heavily autotuned trying to hide something ????

We already know that Puss in Boot and Innocent Love, two songs that appeared in To Be Continued, were later released as parts of their Spring Up album. On top of that, My Style played in the background in one of the scenes in To Be Continued and was a part of the Summer Vibes album. 

Roommates

Genre: Fluff / Humor (??) / Romance / Very slight smut 

Word Count: 5,065

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Request: Can you do a fic of having Jungkook (my bias oh muh gosh) as your neighbor and you having to stay at his house while your parents are away??

“We’ll be gone for awhile and I think it would be best if you stayed with Jungkook while we’re gone! You guys are the same age, he’s only a couple months older. I think it would be really nice.”

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A/n: This is really long omg w o w. I hope this is what you wanted ^-^. Thank you for the request ❗️😊♥️ I’ve actually always wanted to make a fic like this lol. jungkook feels are too real. I did sort of a new style of writing (?) kind of, idk, you guys can tell me if you like it. sorry about the ending lol. sorry not sorry for thAT SINFUL GIF.  

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Plunge

request:  can u maybe do one where Y/N has strictly been against marriage since the beginning of her relationship with Harry, but a few years into their relationship, it’s something she really wants because he’s shown her unconditional love. He finds out by overhearing her on the phone with her friend and a couple months later she comes home to an apartment filled with flowers and harry on one knee with a simple ring

hello loves! this request is a long one so I don’t think I need to explain what is in this imagine! keep sending in requests from this writing list or whatever you want! hope you enjoy!

Every part of marriage made Y/N want to crawl into a hole and never come out. The idea of it, creeping into your mind, was enough to make you pull back from any progress you had made in her relationships. The act of actually speaking about marriage made once made you break up with someone. Marriage was not something you had ever pictured.

Growing up, you witnessed a lot of bad relationships. Your earliest memory of your parents constantly fighting was when you were three years old. They had been shouting all day, eventually escalating to them throwing things, which then led to you getting scratched on the face with a broken piece of a vase that was carelessly thrown in your direction. You were sent to the hospital with six stitches on your cheek. Things between your parents just got worse from there, leaving you to fend for yourself when it came to dinner, getting places, even at parent teacher conferences you had to be there to be the buffer for your parents arguing. But they never got a divorce.

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Meet Me in the Hallway

Originally posted by twelvevo

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: (Y/N) resists Jughead’s offers of a late-night chat.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,765

A/N: this is what i’d like to call a wholesome mix of angst and fluff. enjoy!


Meet me in the hallway
Meet me in the hallway
I just left your bedroom
Give me some morphine
Is there any more to do?

(Y/N), a normally upbeat and cheerful person, was not acting like her usual self that week.  On Monday, Jughead assumed it was exhaustion. They had one of their late night talks with hot chocolate the night before, and Jughead just figured she didn’t get much sleep after that.  He decided not to bother her that much, knowing how cranky she was when she was tired.

On Tuesday, her oddness continued.  She was quieter than usual, and she focused on her internship more than usual. Jughead, although he was starting to grow suspicious, just waved it off.

“Are you okay?” he asked her during their short lunch break.  

(Y/N)’s head snapped up from her phone.  “Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered quickly, taking another bite of her sandwich.

“You know, if there’s anything wrong-”

“I told you,” she interrupted him, “I’m fine.”

“Even if you’re fine,” Jughead reminded her, “you know you can always talk to me.”

Just let me know I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out

(Y/N) didn’t come to the internship on Wednesday, and that’s when it suddenly hit Jughead that there was something very, very wrong with her.

“Where’s Miss (Y/L/N)?” Mrs. Williams, the receptionist, asked with a tight smile.

Jughead sighed. “Honestly, I’m not sure.  Do you want me to text her?”

She shook her head. “No, that’s alright.  If you see her later today, though, make sure she is aware that it is unacceptable for her to ditch this internship.  Unless it’s for an emergency, of course, then it’s completely fine.”

Jughead, of course, knew better than that.  He knew how dedicated (Y/N) was to this internship, and he knew that something had to be amiss in order to make her skip a day.  

When he was finished for the day at his internship, he walked back to the hotel, eyes down and hands in his pockets.  He went up the stairs and stopped in front of (Y/N)’s room.  Cautiously, he tapped on her door twice.

“I’m busy,” her muffled voice called from inside her room.

“Busy?” Jughead questioned from outside the door.  “Busy, (Y/N)? You didn’t even show up today!”

“Piss off, Jug,” her voice grew slightly louder, and Jughead wasn’t sure if it was because she raised her voice or if she was approaching her door.  

He leaned his head against the door and sighed.  “Can you please let me in?”

“No.”

“I’m not leaving until you open this door,” he warned.  “Either you come out or I’ll come in.”

“Then I hope you’re planning on staying out there all night.”

I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
I gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we’ll work it out

(Y/N) thought he was bluffing.  Hell, even Jughead figured that he was bluffing.  They were both proven wrong, however, when he started dragging blankets from off his bed onto the floor outside of (Y/N)’s door.

“What are you doing?” (Y/N)’s muffled voice asked from inside her room.  She heard rustling outside in the hallway, and she knew it was Jughead.

“I’m waiting until you open up that door,” he answered, spreading the blanket out in front of the door.

“Why?” she questioned.

“I told you,” he explained, “I’m not leaving until you talk to me.”

“Jug, I said I don’t want to talk,” she reminded him, leaning her head against the door. Jughead had his resting against the other side.  “Besides, there are other people in this hotel who will see you.”

“I don’t care.”

“Jug, please,” her voice grew weaker, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Listen, (Y/N),” he pressed his hand against the door, “I know you don’t want to talk about it, and that’s okay.  I’m not gonna make you talk about it until you’re ready.  So I’ll be here all night, and whenever you feel like discussing it, I’m here.”

I walked the streets all day
Running with the thieves
‘Cause you left me in the hallway
Give me some more
Just take the pain away

(Y/N) didn’t know why Jughead insisted on staying outside her door all night.  She had made it perfectly clear that she was not going to confide in him anytime soon, and yet he still remained there.  She started to feel bad, knowing that the hotel hallway floor surely couldn’t be that comfortable, even if he did have layers of blankets as cushioning.

“Jughead,” she whispered at midnight, “go to bed.”

“I am,” his sleepy voice grumbled.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “I meant in your room.”

Although she couldn’t see it, Jughead sat up.  “You know I’m not gonna do that,” he said, shaking his head.

“Please, Jug,” she begged. “I’ll be at the internship tomorrow, I promise.  Just go back to your room, you’re not gonna be able to get a good night’s sleep out there.”

“I’ll be fine, (Y/N).” When she didn’t respond, Jughead placed his ear to the door, trying to listen for movement.  He heard a light rustling sound, and a soft thump. “(Y/N)?”

“Hold on a sec, Jug.” The noises continued, and Jughead confusedly stared at the door separating him from (Y/N).  Finally, the rustling ceased and (Y/N) sat right in front of her door.

“What was that?” he inquired after a moment of pure silence.

“I moved my blankets in front of my door,” she answered simply.

Jughead groaned. “(Y/N), come on, sleep in your bed.”

She sarcastically placed her hand on her chin, pretending to think.  She didn’t even care that Jughead couldn’t see her.  “The funny thing is that I’m pretty sure I just said that a few minutes ago, Jug.  And what did you do?  You ignored my protests.”  Jughead didn’t respond.  “So now, I’m doing the same to you.”

Just let me know I’ll be at the door, at the door
Hoping you’ll come around
Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out

Neither of them could fall asleep that night.

Jughead wasn’t sure if it was because he had never slept so close to (Y/N) before, even if there was a door separating them, or if it was his concern for his friend.  

When he closed his eyes, he imagined the barrier would disappear.  He would roll over and wrap (Y/N) in his arms, burying his head into her hair.  He would whisper sweet nothings to her as she sobbed into his chest, explaining why she had been acting so strangely for the past few days.  

But then he’d open his eyes, and the door would reappear.  He knew that even if (Y/N) did open her door, he wouldn’t hold her the way he dreamt.  That would cross the line between friendship and something more, and Jughead knew (Y/N) was not about to take that leap.  At the very best, he would provide her with some hot chocolate.

He heard her tossing and turning in her blankets on the other side of the door, so he pressed his hand on the door in a pathetic attempt to comfort her.  It must have worked, though, because the rustling of the sheets stopped.

“(Y/N)?” he whispered, leaning his forehead against the door.  “Are you awake?”

“Of course I’m awake, dumbass, the floor is uncomfortable,” (Y/N) sassily replied, her voice thick with fatigue.  Jughead softly laughed.  “I’m guessing you’re awake for the same reasons.”

“Precisely,” he confirmed. They fell into silence, and after a couple of minutes, Jughead was sure (Y/N) had been overwhelmed by exhaustion and finally fell asleep, so he settled into his makeshift bed and closed his eyes.

Gotta get better, gotta get better
Gotta get better, gotta get better
Gotta get better, gotta get better
And maybe we’ll work it out

Jughead didn’t know what time it was, but a loud thump woke him up.  He shot up and glanced at (Y/N)’s door.  More loud noise continued to leak from her room until it suddenly stopped.  Jughead prepared to knock, but before his hand could touch the door, a teary-eyed (Y/N) opened it.  Her bottom lip quivered as she stood in front of him.  Never had he seen her look so fragile.

“I’m sorry,” she croaked.

Jughead shook his head as he pulled her into a hug.  “There’s nothing to be sorry for, (Y/N).”  Neither of them said anything else, and so they sat in the middle of the hotel hallway floor at some ungodly hour, clinging onto each other.

It wasn’t exactly how Jughead imagined it: not a word was uttered, but he was still holding (Y/N) with her tears staining his pajama shirt.  

If Jughead was selfish, he would’ve told (Y/N) how he felt.  He would have finally confessed that he had a crush on her, something that he had been struggling to accept for the past few weeks.  But Jughead was not selfish; this was (Y/N)’s moment to be vulnerable, not his.  They still had a couple weeks left together.  He still had time.

After what felt like an eternity, (Y/N)’s sobs subsided and she fell asleep on Jughead’s lap.  He softly smiled as he picked her up and gently laid her on her bed, placing a blanket over her sleeping form.  He picked up his blankets from outside her door and dragged them back to his room, where he carelessly tossed them onto his bed right before he flopped onto it.

(Y/N) would never tell him what was wrong.  He knew that. But that didn’t stop him from smiling to himself because he knew, even if she didn’t want to talk about it, she would always come to him for a shoulder to cry on.  And for Jughead, that was enough.

We don’t talk about it
It’s something we don’t do
'Cause once you go without it
Nothing else will do

He saw her the next morning at their internship.  He smiled from across the room at her, and she smiled back.  Both of them had dark circles under their eyes, the only evidence of what occurred the previous night.

They never spoke about that night.  Neither of them ever talked about what happened, and neither of them ever would. It was a memory that remained hidden, the only witness besides the two of them being that hotel hallway.

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Breathless

A painfully fluffy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Valentine’s Celebration

In which Simon and Baz never had that Christmas Eve incident, but have instead become friends - and maybe something more


simonscones: Happy Valentine’s Day!

Baz smiled fondly down at the text, his heart a little lighter than usual as he hit the “reply” button.

bazpitch: Same to you

bazpitch: What are you doing today?

simonscones: nothing really, hbu?

bazpitch: Same here

simonscones: you should come over later!  We can watch movies and stuff!

“Elaborate on this ‘stuff’ you speak of,” Baz muttered under his breath.

bazpitch: Sure, if you’re not busy

simonscones: nah

bazpitch: No date?

He hated himself for asking, for making himself seem totally indifferent when he was the farthest thing from it, but it almost felt necessary.

simonscones: lol nope

simonscones: I’d rather hang out with you anyway

bazpitch: You flatter me

simonscones: lol seriously tho

simonscones: you’re the closest thing I have to a valentine tbh

Baz couldn’t help it, but his pulse picked up at that.

bazpitch: By which you mean…?

simonscones: take it as you will

bazpitch: Simon

simonscones: I’m just saying lol

bazpitch: Just saying what?

simonscones: don’t worry about it baz

But Baz did worry about it, so much that he could barely think about anything else all afternoon.

 ***

           Eventually Baz couldn’t stand waiting around any longer and picked up his phone again, dialing and holding it in the crook of his neck while he tied his shoes.

           “Hello?”

           “Hey Simon.”

           “Hey Baz!” Simon replied, sounding genuinely thrilled to hear him and it made Baz hopeful again.

           “I’m just about to head over,” Baz continued, “did you want me to bring anything or pick something up from the shop?”

           “No, Penny and I stocked up on chocolate and fruit,” Simon told him, “how do you feel about chocolate fondue?”

           “Is that a rhetorical question?”

           Simon laughed.  “I think we’re good, thanks Baz.”

           “Alright.”

           There was a pause as Baz tried to calm the jitters in his stomach.  “Hey Simon?”

           “Yeah?”

           “What did you mean by ‘take it as you will”?”

           Hesitation on the other end.  “Just that.”

           “That clears it up, thanks,” Baz scoffed as he settled behind the wheel of his car, just sitting while he talked, not feeling very “settled” at all.

           “Everyone needs a valentine.”

           “You know that’s not true.”

           “I know, but I wanted one anyway.”

           “And you’re saying you’ve chosen me?”

           “If that’s how you took it.”

           “But how did you mean it, Simon?” Baz pushed, unable to keep the urgency out of his voice. Crowley, he was shaking, he was so tense.

           There was a long silence from the other end, as if Simon was figuring out exactly what to say.  “I guess I meant that I was… choosing you.  Yes.”

           “…to be your valentine.”

           “I guess so.”  Simon’s voice was lower, quieter, like they had strayed into much deeper, more dangerous territory.

           “Okay,” Baz said, trying to keep his voice as light as he could without sounding forced.

           “Valentines can be platonic, right?”

           “Of course.”

           “Right.”

           Silence.

           “Um… is it platonic?”

           A deep breath from Simon.  “I… honestly… don’t know.”

           Baz couldn’t breathe.  “Oh.”

           The should have been able to hear each other’s hearts beating through the phone.

           “Do… do you still want me to come over?”

           “Hmm?  Oh, of course!  That hasn’t changed.”

           “Okay.”

           “Unless you don’t want to now.”

           “No, I do,” Baz said quickly, “I do.”

           “Alright.”

           “Alright.”

           “So, I’ll see you soon then?”

           “Yeah, see you soon.”

           “Bye.”

           Click.

           The whole drive to Simon and Penny’s flat was a nightmare.  Baz turned up the radio as loud as he could, trying to drown out his thoughts.  It didn’t stop them, but at least he couldn’t hear them as much.  His hands shook on the wheel and he contemplated calling Simon and backing out at least four times, feigning illness or obligation or just telling the truth, that he needed time to think.

           He knew he needed time, but he didn’t want time.  As much as he knew tonight would likely be a disaster, he wanted to go. He couldn’t shake the thrill that came at the thought of seeing Simon, awkward or not.

           He was just walking up to Simon’s door when his phone rang again, and his skull started buzzing when he saw who was calling.

           “Hi,” he said tentatively.

           “Baz, um…”

           “Everything alright Simon?” Baz paused, his fist poised to knock but waiting. Simon could still decide to call off the night.

           A few long, shuddering breaths from the other end.

           “It’s not platonic.”

           Baz’s world split open.

           “Baz?”  Simon sounded so damn scared it broke Baz’s heart.

           Baz knocked softly on the door.

           When Simon opened it, he was still holding the phone to his ear.  Slowly he lowered it and stuffed it in his pocket. “I’m sorry, Baz,” he said, so quietly it was almost inaudible.  “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

           In two long strides Baz had crossed the threshold and had Simon’s face in his hands.  Before either of them had time to breathe Baz crushed Simon’s mouth under his own, reveling in the sound Simon made and in how Simon’s arms flailed a little to catch his balance before grabbing at Baz’s collar and pulling them impossibly closer. Simon was sweet and soft and Baz was so close to losing himself that he pulled back abruptly.

           “Sorry,” he panted, still holding Simon’s face in his hands, “I shouldn’t have…”

           “So,” Simon chuckled breathlessly, “I guess it’s not platonic for you either then?”    

           “Not even close.”

           Simon brought one hand up to Baz’s cheek, and Baz dared to meet his eyes. They were bright and shining and his cheeks were pink from lack of air and, well…

           “Happy Valentine’s Day, Baz,” Simon murmured before closing the space between them again, this time much softer and gentler.  They stayed like that until they were both dizzy and gasping for breath, unable to stop grinning.