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anotherbackgroundslytherin  asked:

I hope you’re doing better. Because i’m not doing so well. After a year of being together, my s/o broke up with me. You have anything to cheer me up?

Oh, my friend. I am so sorry to hear that, I’m not doing particularly well but I have a few things that might help?  As always, links are in italics. ❤️

  • My self care tab has a lot of good information on how to be a burrito and love yourself when you’re sad. :c
  • Reddit while it can be a cesspool in the wrong subs definitely has some of my favorite forums for pick me ups like: r/eyebleach, r/twoxchromosomes, r/imaginaryleviathans(I like art when I’m sad), r/aww, and r/nosleep(I’d also rather be scared than sad).
  • Alternatively, go outside and try to drown out your sorrows while wondering between the trees and taking in nature.
  • Dance your heart out to Spice Girls or some shit you can dig.
  • Take a hot shower or a bath, taking care of yourself physically is a good way to pick yourself up physically and mentally. Add in some salts, herbs, crystals, shells, dildo, whatever you think can help.
  • Get off social media for a little bit and do literally anything else. Cook something, paint, write, be creative, even if you don’t feel inspired it can help to just get your feelings out on paper even if no one else appreciates it but you.
  • Do you have a favorite tv show or movie to watch when you’re sad? I always recommend anything Disney or Pixar. I’m not good at recommending tv shows to watch really but Little Witch Academia and Boku No Hero Academia both fill me with laughter and tears every time and I’ve watched them both at least three times. LWA is also on NEtflix but you can find the movies anywhere, BNHA is on hulu and funimation as well!
  • Pamper yourself! Make some tea, put on a face mask, paint your nails, do some stretches, indulge in your hearts desires.
  • As a friendly reminder make sure you’re staying hydrated and eat something.
  • The Good News Network, is literally just that - only positive news about the world.
  • Draw a Stickman is a fun interactive website!

I hope this helps and remember no matter you’re amazing and I love you.

episode two :: Yuri realizes, suddenly and terribly, he might be a little bit in love.  

Victor doesn’t even try to go to sleep.  He just lays in bed with his laptop, watching the thirty-seven takes of Yuuri trying to get “hi, I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the Bachelor” out of his mouth.

Don’t they know who I am?” Yuuri slurs on screen.  

Yuuri, you have to put the champagne bottle down, you have to pretend to be sober,” Phichit says off camera, all authority gone from his voice.  He’s trying not to laugh.

Phichit,” Yuuri says, and he takes a big swig from the bottle, bubbles pouring down both sides of his lips. “You can’t tell me what to do.  I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the motherfucking Bachelor.

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anonymous asked:

hi viria i have a problem im dealing with right now ;; in my fandom genderswaps/bends are growing ever more popular and more and more big art/fic creators are accepting and supporting them. as someone trans i've been trying to educate people on how harmful it is, but as more & more 'big' or 'popular' accounts publicly enjoy them, its harder & harder to have an audience that will listen. i used to enjoy genderswaps myself but now ive come to see how truly harmful they are. i want to keep (1/6)

trying to educate ppl but soon it will be near impossible to convey my message as almost a whole of my fandom will just come to accept them and love them so much they wont listen ;; do you have any words to say from your perspective as an artist or from any other standpoint? even just a small word would mean so much, this trend is growing more and more rapidly and stronger every time a fic or piece of art supporting it is produced ;; (2/6) 

i come to you asking such a thing because there are fewer and fewer people that share the same belief as me that it is bad. the argument defending it seems very convincing to many. some trans/qenderqueer/nonbinary people find it enjoyable and comforting but those that are on the opposite spectrum - ppl like me who feel dysphoric and invalidated by it - are in the end told to deal with it and let ppl write/draw what they want and just avoid it since its a comfort to some. another argument (3/6)

is of artistic liscense: you should be able to make whatever you want and this is strengthened by the fact doing so comforts some trans/gq people. but i feel forgotten. do the people that are hurt by it not matter? i feel ashamed now when i try to put out my msg. but i just want to feel a little more normal within my fandomspace. i want to feel like i exist. yet hardly anyone will listen. it’s not longer something i and my friends can avoid and never really was, because it is harmful and (4/6) 

we have a right to speak out against harmful things, yes? i am finding it harder and harder to believe it. i really just yearn to feel normal as the people that are consoled by genderswapping feel normal. i feel i should mention i do remember when you made genderswap art and were educated and apologized, i have gone through the same process myself. i hope i am not bringing up bad memories and apologize if i happen to ;; please, if you could give just a few words yourself it (5/6)   


Hello! I’m sorry, I think my askbox managed to eat the last part of your message, so it’s not entirely full! But I feel like I get enough information from these parts nonetheless. 

First of all, please, please, try to not let any strangers on the internet make you feel abnormal. I feel like it must be very hard to be put in such a space, but as much as you can, please focus on the people who DO share your opinion on this. As much as it might not look like it, I am sure many people (even out of those who still do genderswaps) mean no harm, don’t yet know how hurtful it is for some other people and WILL listen to you!

I remember when people educated me over this, there were so many who thought that…how to put it. That I think very very bad of transgender people, while I, at that point, didn’t really know much about this issue. When it doesn’t happen to you, it’s not always the thing that crosses your mind. I feel like people who explain why and how this is wrong to artists, especially with their point of view, do help to fuel a thought in someone’s mind, offer them to think about it if they didn’t have the option before.

I try to be hopeful for people, I want to think that even if genderswaps are popular, there are still many empathic people who will listen to you, and who will understand how you feel.

For many it comes to a choice: whether they enjoy genderswaps enough to still draw it when they know how much it upsets some people. It was very fun to draw, but I don’t want to be the cause of someone’s distress by doing it. So… I want to think many people might share my choice. 

I’d say…if you choose to explain your point of view to people who still do genderswaps, try to not make bashing someone the first thing you write them. It might cause anger and defense, and it might not lead anywhere. Back then I was “educated” in a way that made me cry my eyes out, but it’s not something everyone will be willing to go through. For me, it wasn’t people who yelled at me what a piece of crap I was, but people who really explained what they felt that made me think on this topic more. Keep in mind that there still might be people who don’t yet know your point of view. What they see - is the pictures on the internet, people do them, so they assume it’s okay. You don’t usually think “Hm, what can possibly be wrong with this picture?” about drawings you see on the internet. 

As for your safe place, I think you have already done that, block all the genderswap tags to try to avoid on your dashboard. Even if there are people who stop doing them, there will most likely still be people who just started, simply because there are so so many. You don’t want to stress out because of something the stranger did from the other side of the globe.

I’m sorry if this is zero help, I know there is no way to change everyone’s opinion or to inform everyone, but please, don’t lose yourself with this. You are you and you are important, what you feel is absolutely legit and valid, remember it!

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(So I just realized I spelled ‘taught’ wrong, sorry for the misunderstanding~)

“So, Captain Levi…  Some citizens in the city informed me that here I would have found ‘humanity’s strongest’, but all that I see is just the same little, annoying brat I had to bear a long time ago” you stated, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

You had barged into Levi’s study without even knocking, causing the Corporal to glare hardly at you. The (H\C) woman had been rather sassy and rude, but in his eyes you had never been more beautiful and charming; your (E\C) eyes glittered with excitement and mocking spirit, while you put your foot on the Captain’s desk.

“And I see the same, old, sour spinster I had to listen to a long time ago; is that a wrinkle I see on your face?” he smirked, satisfied with his remark. He would never admit it out loud, but he had missed you, very much so.

“Well it might be. Or it’s just your sight getting worse and worse because of old age” you smiled with mirth and smugness. Back to the old days, the two of you had shared the same kind of arguments everyday, never getting bored of bickering like an old married couple. He had missed that part of you too.

You sat in the chair in front of the man, crossing your legs and planning on testing your long lost student just a little more.

“So shorty, I assume that you’re still the same cleaning obsessed moron you have always been, aren’t you?”

“Yes, just like you’re still the same pathetic old hag you’ve always been” 

“Well I’m happy to hear you say that because starting today I’ll be residing here and now I know for sure that this pathetic old hag won’t be sharing a room with you”

“Tsk like if I would let that happen”

“Oh and who exactly are you to tell me what I have to do, brat?”

“I’m the reason you’re here, aren’t I?” he smirked again thinking about the good old memories he had shared with you.

After all that was just their way of flirting

The Secret (7)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

Baekhyun stared blankly at the schedule printed out in front of him, seeing the black shapes of the words but not being able to focus enough to read. His mind was still reeling from what he had learnt, trying to process it and make sense of it. So he had a daughter: for five years he’d had a daughter he didn’t even know about.

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Too Strange

Fandom: Marvel (Dr Strange)

Summary: Based on “Imagine being a rival surgeon to Dr. Strange” by @marvel-imagines-marvel-fandoms

Word count: 1,970


“Hi, Doc,” you greeted the tall man in the corridor, moving past him. He cut his conversation off in the middle, running to you in hurry.

“It’s rather unusual seeing you in such a good mood so early in the morning,” Dr Strange caught up with you, ranting quickly, just like he did whenever he needed something.

“How can I not be happy knowing that you’re ending your shift in like… five minutes?”

“Four and a half, actually. And there comes this little, tiny question that I just happen to have for you… Would you like to change shifts with me, for like a… week?” he smiled slyly, opening the door for you.

You stopped in front of him, moving to him so closely that you could feel his hot breath on your cheeks.

“Nope,” you popped that out with a wide, bright smile that could light up the whole room if it wasn’t meant just to disrupt the man’s plans. You continued on your way to the dressing room.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Love your art and ocs. But you call them a same sex pair, and that term is becoming a little outdated bc it implies that sex=gender. As a trans fan it would mean the world to me if you just started calling them a same gender pair instead. You don't have to respond to this ask or post it, just wanted to let you know!

Hey! You are very much right! I didn’t think about it and I’m sorry that it excluded you as a transgender! I’m still sometimes in a learning process with race, gender, and sexuality and I encourage my followers to help me understand and inform when I do wrong! Thank you so much and I’ll look into fixing it! Does “two boys in a gay relationship” work too? Thanks for letting me know!



I have posted this set before, but i did some mistakes, and i decide to fix it. First of all, I have tried to fix Lance’s skin colour, wich was wrong in first version of this set (i hope this is better q^q sorry please for this mistake), and also i have fixed some details in other arts in set. So, I hope this post is better UuU

and so, here is information about this set. I will just copy my text from first version of this post. So, here it is:


I have saw headcanon about Hunk, wich is about him supporting members of team. And headcanon about Hunk’s hugs with Shiro and headcanon about cookies for Pidge from him and I am be like HMMM!!!!! So here it is, 

multi-headcanon about that kind of hugs everyone in team gets from our cinnamon roll then they need it

Big “Who wants space peanut cookies?” hugs for Pidge

Warm “We will do something with your nightmares. Come here” hugs for Shiro

Silent “I can just sit here with you if it will make you feel better” hugs for Keith

Trust “Tell me about your problems, i will listen you” hugs for Lance

p.s. thanks people in tumblr for headcanons wich are inspired me! As i remember they were @captainsbones and @yarrayora and i cant find that post with cookies for Pidge headcanon so i dont have the athor D”””: …and if i did something wrong please tell me, its just my first expierience with headcanons, au and other things like that so i dont understand how it works :D 

anonymous asked:

I don't want to be weird, but, I have been having a confusing time. I wanted a fic of tianshan with some hope and decisiveness. I hope you can write something positive for me please. I would be absolutely bowled over because you write so beautifully and realistically. However, the human in us sometimes looks for motivation and I guess I choose you and tianshan as my 'light at the end of the tunnel'. Please write me a small fic, i need you're writing or else I wouldn't have been so desperate.

I hope this helps you, my friend. If you need anyone to talk to, I’m here. 


[ only love - ben howard ] 

‘And I’ll be yours to keep.’


He Tian and Mo Guan Shan sat together in He Tian’s bedroom, watching some movie neither one of them were paying attention to. Something about a wizard or koalas or something. 

‘I think I’m done.’ Mo Guan Shan said after an hour or so of silence. Without looking up from his phone, He Tian passed him the remote.

‘Put on whatever you want, this is boring anyways.’ 

Mo Guan Shan switched off the TV. 

‘No, not the movie. This.’

He Tian’s head snapped up, his phone falling into his lap as he turned to face Mo Guan Shan.

‘What do you mean?’

Mo Guan Shan chewed his lip, trying to keep his resolve.

‘I mean, this…’ He gestured between them. 

He Tian paled, shifting in his seat. ‘Did i do something wrong? I’m sorry if I-’

Shit shit shit. Not one sentence in, Mo Guan Shan had fucked this up.

Mo Guan Shan held a hand up to stop He Tian, taking a deep breath. 

‘Please, just hear me out.’ 

He Tian nodded, all but vibrating with tension. 

‘The way things have been the last few years, you’ve…I’ve…’

He Tian looked like he was about to have a heart attack. Maybe a different approach?

‘I know you like me…’ 

He Tian raised his eyebrows, nodding like Mo Guan Shan informed him that the ocean was full of water.

‘…and I know I’ve been difficult.’

More nodding. 

FUCK why is this so hard?

‘I don’t want to be like that anymore.’

‘I’ve tried really, really, hard to stop with all that these last few months.’ He Tian told him. ‘I know it makes you uncomfortable. We’re not kids anymore and I don’t want to lose you as a friend… assuming we’re friends.’

Mo Guan Shan couldn’t help but laugh at that, emboldened by ridiculous statement.

‘Of course we’re friends, you fucking idiot.’

He Tian’s lips twitched into a small smile. 

‘But I don’t think I want to be.’

‘Mo Guan Shan…’

‘I know it’s cliche, but I didn’t know I was going to miss it until it was gone. You being like that, I mean.’ 

‘Being like what, exactly?’ He Tian asked, poker face firmly in place. 


‘Um… being close to me, and…’ That was it. That was all he could get out. Thankfully, He Tian is an asshole, so he oh-so-graciously helped him out.

‘And flirting with you?’

He grit his teeth, nodding.

‘And touching you?’

Mo Guan Shan closed his eyes, fighting the urge to punch him.


There was a long moment of silence before He Tian spoke again. 

‘Look, I’m happy to boost your confidence, but I think we see that differently…’

Christ, this is exhausting. Fuck it. Fucking fuck it.

‘I want you, He Tian. I want to be with you. I want to be…’ 

‘You want to be my boyfriend.’ He could hear the smile in He Tian’s voice.


He Tian wanted to say something stupid, to deflect. 

Mo Guan Shan wanted to run, pretend it had never happened. 

He Tian reached for Mo Guan Shan’s hand, cautious, careful. 

Mo Guan Shan surged forward, throwing his arms around his friends neck and pressing their lips together. 

He kissing him slowly, ignoring the way He Tian shook, making sure this moment would never be mistaken for platonic, 

He Tian reciprocated, cupping his face, ignoring the tears that wet his cheeks, and making sure Mo Guan Shan felt his answer.

They held each other, making sure this moment could never be mistaken for anything but a beginning.

I’m sorry for continuing to say negative things but

I don’t think that canon lesbian Vilde is going to happen and also

I don’t think that a Vilde redemption is coming our way either.

Or at least not redemption in the form of her actually learning everything she said and did wrong and making an effort to inform herself and grow and change.  Instead of that kind of redemption, I think we’ll have Sana learn to be okay with being disrespected and, really, she feels guilty about the instagram drama anyway.  Vilde has not been a very good friend to Sana since season 1, but since Sana did one thing bad that indirectly caused Vilde pain, that’s like

I don’t know, supposed to balance things out or something.

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Scouts & Glory


Can you write a Reggie Mantle x Reader? Where the reader is a volleyball player and is the team captain and Reggie is her bf. After their practices they talk about their big games and there’s a scout to watch her play and she freaks out bc she thinks she won’t impress the scout and Reggie comforts her saying she’ll do great bc she’s really good and he’ll be cheering her on. She ends up doing really good and Reggie says I told you so and she just hugs and thanks him for being her rock/ support.

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one, but I’m not big on sports lingo so if I wrote something so wrong, please correct me so I can fix it. I really hope you guys enjoy this imagine and thank you your support on all the other imagines.


Summary: Reader has a bug scout coming to one of her games and begins doubting herself, but her boyfriend Reggie helps her keep her head in the game *wink, wink* lol ok I’m dun.

Spoilers: Game goes well

Warnings: Reggie being supportive <3

Tag:  @rxggie-mxntle @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz

           Riverdale a town that was the epitome of a small utopia to the tourists who showed up every now and then. This idea of Riverdale being a utopia had swiftly vanished when Jason Blossom was missing and turned up murdered by Sweetwater River. Since then every parent became wary of their children and the town had input a curfew on everyone until the murderer was caught. Your boyfriend Reggie was no exception to the rule, he would walk you home every day after school and especially after practices. You took those times to talk about your practices. You were captain of the volleyball team at Riverdale High and Reggie was captain of the varsity football team.

           To the dismay of stereotypes, you weren’t the total self-absorbed athlete with the self-absorbed football captain. Yes sometimes Reggie could be full of himself when he was with his Goonies, but you always made sure to keep him in check. You had just gotten captain of the volleyball team and the pressure was on to be a great captain to your team.

It was your free period, and you had spent most of it in the library with Betty going over some notes for chemistry, you decided to call it so you could meet Reggie in the student-lounge for a while before your next class started.

“Hey Mantle” you noted while planting a quick kiss on his lips as you sat down next him.

“Hey babe” he noted “how was your study session with Cooper?”

“I like Betty, the girl is smart, but I can’t help but think that even after she is tutoring me” you sighed “I just don’t think I’m going to pass and if I don’t pass, I can’t be captain, and if I lose that position I lose my chance on the scholarship” you rambled on as Reggie laid his hand on your back.

“Hey (Y/N), calm down, you can do this” He reassured you “you got that position fair and square and you are such a nerd, so what if you’re having trouble catching up; I know you’ll get it” he continued.

“Thanks Reg” you smiled as he pulled you in for a hug and sadly the school bell rang announcing your next class.

“Do you have football practice today?” you asked Reggie as you stood up.

“Yeah, you?” Reg notified you and you nodded “ ‘Kay then see you after practice babe” and you both left the lounge to your next classes.

You didn’t feel so confident of now having to deal with grades and being captain, but you knew that Reggie would always be there for you and he always reminded you that if he could do it, you could do better.

You were at volleyball practice and as it was ending the coach called it and motioned you to go talk to her.

Reggie was on his way to meet you up at the gym, since football practice was cut a bit because Chuck and Moose kept missing the plays.

“Yes Coach?” you spoke.

“(Y/N), the scout is coming to Fridays game, so I hope you keep practicing and I know you’ll be great as you have shown improvement in the practices” your coach stated “Just giving you a heads up” she informed you while patting your shoulder and leaving you.

You started doubting your ability to be great on Friday’s game, so distracted in your own thoughts you got startled when Reggie walked behind you.

“Whoa! A little jumpy there, you okay (Y/N)?” Reggie guessed as he took your gym bag in his hand.

“Wha- oh, I’m sorry” you spoke as Reggie distracted you from your thoughts and you both walked out of the school.

“What’s wrong (Y/N)?” Reggie implied as he put his arm around you.

“Coach just told me the scout is coming to my game of Friday” you answered with a small smile on your face.

“Well, why are you sad, this is good! They’ll finally see you play amazingly and offer you the scholarship!” Reggie praised.

“What if I suck Reg?! What I get everything wrong?” you denied

“Hey” Reggie stopped you and held his hands on your shoulders “You are going to be amazing, why? Because you are captain which means you are worthy of being one of the best volleyball players I know okay?! And I’m going to be there cheering you on” Reggie proclaimed while slipping his hand behind your neck and kissed you and you couldn’t be more thankful over the great boyfriend Reggie was.

Friday’s game came in full swing, the bleachers packed with family and friends.

Reggie entered the gymnasium with a poster board and you were confused because he usually just came, sat down and cheered you on, he claimed posters were only for cheesy girlfriends even though he loved the poster you always made him.

The game hadn’t started and Reggie came towards you.

“Hey babe” he spoke “You are going to be amazing, I just know it!” he cheered.

“Thank you Reg” you spoke nervously “Whatcha got there?” you questioned Reggie while pointing to the poster board.

“Oh nothing” Reggie paused then continued “It’s not as great as yours (Mantle The Magnificent was what the poster read that you always made him), but I needed you know I am here for you and you are so going to leave it all on the court and if that scout doesn’t see that then they don’t know what a great thing they are leaving behind.”

He showed you the poster that read WATH OUT FOR #(Y/F/Number) SHE’S A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH and you smiled and pulled him into a hug.

Reggie went to sit in the bleachers next to your parents.

The game began and you gave it your all on the court, you decided to forget about the scout since you didn’t know who it was and played the better than any other game or practice ever.

The game finished and Bulldogs won and you huddled with your team, smiles all around.

“(Y/N) that dig (when a player passes a strongly spiked ball that is close to the floor) was outstanding!” one of your teammates exclaimed and you chuckled.

“Her spikes were the best, man you just kept hitting them!” another teammate complimented you and you just smiled back.

You approached your coach who was talking to a man in a suit, you suddenly remembered about the scout and became worried that maybe your best wasn’t good enough.

“(Y/N) this is Mr. Jefferson, the scout that came and checked you out” your coach stated and Mr. Jefferson took him arm out and you shook it.

“Well Miss (Y/L/N), you were quite extraordinary, I am delighted to grant you the full scholarship, you clearly are a forced to be reckoned with” He boasted and all you could do was smile and say thank you over and over  and chuckle at Reggie’s poster as he walked away.

Reggie came up to you with your parents “Soooo, what he say?!” he hinted.

“Well he liked your poster” you answered and smiled “and I got it! I got the scholarship!” you squealed as you parents took you in for a hug.

And after they finished hugging you, Reggie grabbed you by the waist to hug and kissed you as he picked you up and twirled you around in circles as he whispered in your ear “I told you so” and you chuckled at his comment.

Different Side of Me

You smoothed your hands over the fancy dress you wore, double-checking how you looked in the large mirror your boyfriend bought last year. Speaking of him, you heard him calling out for you.

“Y/N! Are you ready to go?” His head popped out from the doorway, his eyes immediately going towards where you were in your shared bedroom.

You breathed deeply and smiled tightly, “Yeah, Spence. Let’s go.”

You and Spencer Reid, your boyfriend of nearly two years, were going to meet your parents for dinner at a five-star restaurant they chose. This would be Spencer’s first time meeting your parents because you never really got along with them and you were incredibly nervous about how it would go.

Spencer, sensing your distress, reached his hand out for yours as you walked out of the apartment and towards your car, squeezing it before rubbing circles on the top of your hand with his thumb.

As you both settled in the car, you took another deep breath, flipping the visor down in the car so you could check your makeup once again.

“Y/N,” Spencer chuckled, “you look beautiful. Stop worrying, you’re psyching yourself out and that’s just going to project negative scenarios in your head. It’ll be fine, okay?”

You sent him a smile, “You don’t know what my parents are like.”

He looked at you once more before turning his attention to backing the car out of the spot it’s in. “If you love me, they’ve got to at least tolerate me, right? You and your parents share similarities, not just DNA, but mannerisms and other traits, so statistically, they must have to like me somewhat.”

Spencer was pleased with his deduction, but you knew the truth.

You were nothing like your parents, behavior wise. They were incredibly judgmental, hateful, snobby people who kept you on such a tight leash all throughout your childhood and teen years that you vowed to be nothing like them when you moved out. You kept up with your promise all these years, but they got worse with age, you were able to tell from the weekly phone calls your mother made sure to implement.

They were still trying to control you, even in your adulthood. Which is why it wasn’t surprising when they demanded to meet Spencer, and then chose what date, what time, and where. Spencer was okay with it all, as he was just excited to finally meet the people who raised the girl he loved. But you knew the night would end in emotional disaster. It always did.

Before you knew it, you guys had made it to the restaurant and were quickly escorted in while the valet parker parked your vehicle.

You held your breath while stepping in, with Spencer letting the hostess know the name of your party—Y/L/N.

“Of course, right this way. They’ve ordered already as they’ve been here for twenty minutes, but I’ll get someone right out to take your orders,” the pretty hostess smiled at you both as she led you to the table your parents were at.

Twenty minutes? You couldn’t believe it. You made sure you and Spencer got here ten minutes early. It was barely 7:20 and you knew for a fact that your mother told you 7:30 pm.

As you were thinking this, you and Spencer had arrived at the table. The hostess smiled once more and wished you all a good time before leaving.

“Mom, Dad. You guys said 7:30, the hostess told us you had already been waiting twenty minutes?”

Your father tsk-ed, “C’mon, now, Y/N. First time seeing us since the holidays, and the first time we’re meeting your boyfriend, and the first thing you say to us is an issue with the time?”

You bit back a comment and forced a smile on your face, “This is Spencer Reid, you guys. He works for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI as a profiler. Spencer, these are my parents, Y/M/N and Y/D/N.”

Your father stood up and reached a hand out towards Spencer, “Nice to meet you.”

Spencer glanced at you briefly before opening his mouth, “I, uh, don’t actually shake hands. The amount of pathogens passed is astounding. It’s actually safer to kiss, you know.”

Your father’s hand was still extended for an awkward moment before he and your mom exchanged a look and he sat back down in his seat next to her. You and Spencer sat down in the seats across from theirs and quickly opened your menus.

As you and he were perusing the options, your mom cleared her throat. “So, Spencer. What is it you do exactly for the FBI?”

At the mention of his name, Spencer set the menu down and looked up. “Well, I’m part of a team that analyzes crime scenes and unknown subjects in an attempt to help police catch them before they commit another crime.”

Your father cocked his head to the side slightly, “so you study criminals?”

Hearing the judgmental tone that you’ve become so accustomed to, you broke in. “Spencer’s amazing at his job. He has 3 Ph.D’s, actually. He’s a genius and saves lives.”

“I’m sure,” your mother said, raising her eyebrow at you.

“Well, what about you, Y/N? How’s your job going for you?” your father asked.

“It’s great. I just got another client, actually.” You were a book editor and absolutely loved your job. Your parents, however…

“It still astounds me that you took such a trivial job. You had so much potential, Y/N. You did amazing in science, you could have become something so much more useful,” your father said.

“He’s right. There’s still time for you to change your mind, you know. Your father’s company is hiring and if you take some college classes or start going for an engineering degree, you’d be sure to find a better paying job there.” Your mother offered.

You didn’t even bother putting a polite smile on your face. “We’ve been over this. I don’t want to be an engineer or go back to school. I’m happy with my job and I’m tired of arguing with you about this. Can we just not right now? You guys are here to meet Spencer.”

You glanced over at your boyfriend, when speaking his name, and could see the confusion and frustration in his eyes.

“We spent so much money sending you to the best private schools and paying for your college education, and this is how you repay us? You won’t even entertain the thought of—“

You cut your mother off, “First off, I’m paying you guys back for my college education. Second off, I don’t have to entertain any thoughts. Stop trying to control me, you don’t have any power over me. I’m my own person and an adult and you both need to accept it. Okay?” You finished your rant with a sharp tone and looked at your parents with disdain.

Your parents exchanged another look before starting yet again.

The waiter hadn’t even come by to take your and Spencer’s order yet and this was the third time your parents were going to try and insult your profession. You were just glad they weren’t going after Spencer. You understood why, though. They didn’t care about him. They just wanted to make sure you knew what they thought of you and how they felt you failed them.

Your mother opened her mouth, “I just don’t understand, Y/N. You could be so much more and do so much better. How are you content with your life?”

“What?” Spencer cut in, his rage clear on his face.

“This doesn’t concern you, Sam,” your father announced.

“This does concern me. Y/N is my girlfriend, the love of my life, and her feelings are important to me. How could you both sit there, insulting her career and putting her down? She’s worked so hard to get where she is. She’s a senior editor at one of the best publishing houses here. She confers on textbooks, fiction, non-fiction, everything because she’s that good at her job. She’s incredibly intelligent and passionate about her work. She’s generous and kind and everything you two seem to be lacking. She’s able to brighten up any room she walks into. I’ve never met anyone like her in my life and doubt I ever will. She’s unique and loving and caring and selfless. I stupidly thought you two and her must have shared some personality and behavioral traits, but now I’m glad I was wrong. You should feel ashamed of yourself for putting Y/N down. She’s just—she’s magnificent and if you can’t see that, then it’s your loss and I’m sorry you both will never realize how charming and wonderful she is.” Spencer finished his spiel with disgust and anger still coloring his face.

“And for your information, my name is Spencer, “ he added, before turning to you. “Would you like to stay or go home?”

You looked over at your parents, the pair of them shocked at Spencer’s outburst. “Home,” you smiled, the first genuine one of the night. “Home sounds amazing.”

He reached for your hand as the pair of you stood up and walked out, without another word to your parents.

As you made your way inside the car, you glanced at him. “Thank you, for all of that back there.”

Spencer looked confusedly at you, “Y/N. Don’t thank me for that. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you or take your words for truth when you said you didn’t get along with them well. I’m also sorry you had to live your whole life with them. I love you so much, and I meant every single word I said back there. They don’t deserve to have you in their lives if they won’t appreciate you like you deserve to be.”

You were overcome with such strong emotions that this beautiful man in front of you would defend you so easily, you didn’t know what to do. You settled for leaning over and kissing him. He placed a hand on your face, angling you deeper into him.

You pulled back slightly, letting your forehead rest against his. “It was pretty hot seeing you so riled up, though.”

Spencer laughed, “your family brings out a different side of me, what can I say?“

anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on bought costumes? I've never bought any till recently, I got one. There a costume I wanted to make and now I see it for sale. I don't want to get to lazy and comfortable with just buying since i love the craft. But it would save me time and stress. But wearing a bought costume was so weird for me! Everyone was complimenting and all I can think of was how it was not my work.

I actually have a huge writeup about this on an old post– aw fuck it I’ll just post it again you have :)  Its generally more about whether or not Buying is Cheaper than Making – but my thoughts still stand true. 

BUYING a cosplay is just another tool to COSPLAY. Just because you bought one doesn’t make you any less than a cosplayer. It just makes you a different kind. And you can be BOTH. 

Here’s my thoughts on buying vs making costumes: 

Excuse me while I go on a long explanation and break down on Cosplay pricing & financing.

Making or buying can be cheaper either way. Sometimes its the same price. It really, really, really depends on the costume; where would you buy from, where you would get your materials.

Most pre-made cosplays price range anywhere from 70 to 150 bucks. Now, that can be cheaper or more expensive in comparison to making it yourself; depending on where you would buy materials to make a costume, and how you would make it.

Let’s see…. for example…

This Miku Costume runs a total of 50 bucks including shipping. From experience, that’s pretty average and expected. That being said, it’s also AVERAGELY made. All satin finish, soft hair ornaments, not the most accurate colors…

As opposed to this one, which is more expensive. Its a bit more expensively made. Vinyl finish, includes headphones and shoes… hard hair ornaments…

When it comes to cosplay, you get what you pay for. The more expensive you buy, the more quality material you are going to get.

This isn’t ALWAYS true, there are plenty of ebay sellers and pre made costumes WAY overpriced. If that first costume was priced like the second, its a RIP OFF. And theres no pre made costume out there thats worth more than 300 bucks IMO.

Things get trickier in the world of making cosplay…

The basic idea of you get what you pay for remains.

If you buy cheap fabric, its gonna be a cheap costume (financially.) And if you buy more expensive fabric, its gonna be expensive. It also depends one where you buy (Joanns is expensively cray cray and local shops are going to be much cheaper.)

So when you compare to buying, its a bit hazy. If you buy the more expensive , its going to be way more expensive than buying cheapy fabric. But it may or may not be the same price as buying expensive more intense fabric, trimming, buttons, velcro (everything you’ll need, and it adds up.)

But here’s where things get tricky. Because with making, you can score deals on fabric for even cheaper (coupons!) or maybe you decide you want to go even more expensive to make a very accurate cosplay. (ALL EXPENSIVE YARDS OF VELVET!)

Or maybe you need to order fabric, which will be super expensive. OORRR maybe you find all your materials pre-made at Goodwill that you only need to alter with some trim, then its going to be WAY CHEAP.

Here’s where is gets EVEN more tricky: YOUR SKILLS & YOUR TIME.

Most of the time when we are faced with a decision to buy or make something, not only am I thinking about the price but… Do I have time to make this? Do I have the skills to make this?

If I have the time, but not the skills and the buying price is cheap. I’ll buy.

If I have the time, no skills and its expensive? I’ll try and make it.

If I have no time, skills and its cheap or expensive sometimes I buy. (No time, cons in a week!!)

If I have a ton of time, no skills and its expensive or cheap? I might try and learn. (Or fuck it, I’m never gonna know how to make a hoope skirt just cough up the money!)

It all is very, very variable. And buying or making isn’t so much a fight about whats more expensive, though that is a part of it. One has to think if they have the time to LEARN the skills to make it instead of spending the money.

But its okay if you have money on you, no skills and choose to buy.

No matter what, BUYING or MAKING will still get you a cosplay. And neither is less equal than the other. There’s nothing wrong with buying a costume. It all is just related to what the cosplayer is most comfortable with.

Sorry for the long explanation! I know I gave you more information than necessary, but I wanted make sure to clarify that this question brings up a lot of issues that cosplayers deal with.

TL:DR  — Buying or making a cosplay’s finances depends on where a cosplayer’s priorities lie. Accuracy, type of fabric, skill set and budget.

And finally here’s my example. 

I MADE our Thor cosplays. 

I BOUGHT our Guardians of the Galaxy ones. They are both AMAZING sets of cosplays but just for different reasons and in different ways. Both are valid. 

obsidii  asked:

Do you have a picture of all the characters? Or at least the ones you don't talk about as often? Like Beau and Thomas and Candy? (I'm sorry if I spelled those wrong)

these are really old so take the information on them with a grain of salt. here are other characters though !!!! (sterling was born here he looks like a grandpa im sorry sterling he’s definitely not a flirt anymore try moody tsundere instead. and mr. k’s power is now, actually, to dull other powers for a short amount of time)

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Summary: You’re a busy tattoo artist and pregnant as fuck. Jeff tries to talk you into going on maternity leave which you refuse and leads to an argument and…other things…

Warnings: Language

A/N (to person who requested): Sorry this took kinda long anon! I got a little stuck on a few parts.

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shadowedsoulforever  asked:

Regency AU: So, now that you broke our hearts with the angst of Bucky being injured and Tony having his feelings hurt, how does it get better again? Please!? 🙂

definitely-nope said:Alright now we got angst in the regency au but how do they fix it?! P.S. I love YOU, I love this BLOG, and I LOVE this AU

Anonymous said:Omgggg do they chase after Tony after he runs out?? Do sarah/natasha have to intervene? Does Steve hunt down the person who threw the dagger?

Anonymous said:To the anon who asked for more angst in the Regency au: you, good sir, are a dick (even though someone else would have eventually asked for it anyways) Please, mother owl, tell us how it gets better!

Anonymous said:How are Bucky and Steve going to fix their marriage? Tony would be well justified if he never wanted to see them again, but I know that’s not how he is

Sarah is deeply disappointed in her boys but she can understand. Joseph had been–stubborn–as well when he was injured. Sarah had to throw a bitch fit for Joseph to allow her to hold his hand as he died. She assumes it’s an alpha thing, to not want to look weak in front of your mate when they depend on you. (She thinks it’s incredibly stupid though.) It was just her luck that her son had gotten stubbornness from both she and her husband but tenfold. And it was just her luck that her alpha son-in-law would be just as stubborn. And It was just her luck that her omega son-in-law was turning out to be just as stubborn.

“Tony, I order you to open this door!” she snarls and pounds on the door to his room. The heat is the same but the hope isn’t; she’s tried talking, wheedling, and even outright begged him to open the door. When there’s no answer, she turns and smacks Steve’s chest with the back of her hand and hisses, “Why was I burdened with such bullheaded children. Was it not enough that you were a sickly child? You have to try my patience in good health, too?” Steve grimaces the same even though this is far from the first time she’s scolded him for being stubborn.

“And if James wasn’t injured I would smack him too,” Sarah hisses, and Bucky winces from the door he’s hiding behind. “I’m sure it’s hard enough coming into a relationship where you are the odd one out but then to have it thrown in your face like this? Do you two never think? This boy has offered himself to you and you shut him out because you’re embarrassed to be weak? Who would you deem worthy of your weakness then? If not your omega, who can you be weak in front of? He vowed through sickness and in health, for richer, for poorer. Do you think those vows meant nothing to him? Who are you meant to trust if not your omega?”

Steve and Bucky look down at their feet, ashamed. Sarah nearly jumps out of her skin when the door opens. She sees Tony’s tear-stained face first. Then she sees the hand resting on his stomach. “Tony,” Steve begins, voice dripping with contrition. “GET OUT,” Sarah shouts, flailing, and then shoves her way into the room with Tony and slams the door. She hears a muffled “Ma, what the flaming hell” before she locks it, and spins around to face Tony, horrified. “How long?!”

“I was looking for Steve so I could tell him, and I couldn’t find him, so I was going to sneak in and tell Bucky because I thought if I had good news he wouldn’t be mad at me for seeing him,” Tony whispers, lifting his other hand to rest on his belly, fingers trembling. “I thought–I thought I was wrong.” Sarah’s hands flutter at his stomach before she thinks better of it and settles them on his face, carefully wiping away his tears. “What could you possibly be wrong about, dear?” “I thought that–that I was being selfish, or pushy, for trying to force myself in, trying to see Bu–James. But I wasn’t wrong. I wasn’t. You said I wasn’t.”

“Honey, no, you weren’t wrong,” Sarah assures him. “Of course you weren’t. But maybe–Maybe James wasn’t wrong either. James isn’t just–It’s not just a wound that will leave a scar. He’s missing an arm. He’s not going to be able to do a lot of things he’s always done, and he’s angry and sad about it, and James has always wanted to deal with his problems himself even when he should really be asking for help.” Tony sniffles. “And Steve?” “Steven has always been very good at making very bad decisions,” Sarah points out. “With the arm wrestling thing.” Tony giggles reluctantly. “Yeah, the arm wrestling thing.” “I think Steve was being pulled in two different directions,” Sarah adds quietly. “And he didn’t know which one to turn to.” “James was hurt very badly,” Tony agrees softly. He doesn’t blame Steve. Not really. He was just… very hurt that Bucky hadn’t allowed him to see him, and had blamed Steve for not trying hard enough even though he knew Bucky was just as stubborn.

Tony rubs his hands over his stomach again, face falling. “Do you think they’ll be happy?” “I think nothing would make them happier except the chance to grovel for your forgiveness,” Sarah tells him gently. Tony frowns. “Oh no, James can’t do that, he could get dirt in his wound!” “Honestly, your mother must have pulled strings wherever she is to send you to me, you are just too precious,” Sarah tells him seriously. “And we are lucky to have you.” Tony lifts a hand to wipe his cheek, sniffling quietly. “Really? You mean that?” “Darling, I consider you my son just as I consider James,” Sarah informed him. “Which means you may absolutely have the hug you’re too afraid to ask me for now.” Tony doesn’t bother swallowing down his resulting sob as he wraps his arms around her.

Tony does eventually shuffle out of the room to see his husbands. Steve looks down at his feet, ashamed, then swallows and lifts his head to look Tony in the eye. “I hurt you. I made a bad decision and I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” Tony has always liked that about Steve. Steve is stubborn as a mule but when he’s wrong he admits it with amazing dignity. And Steve always keeps his word. He thinks that more than makes up for the fact that Steve isn’t very good at courting or mediating things. “Okay,” Tony tells him quietly. “…You’re not forgiving me,” Steve said, just to be sure. “No, not yet.” Steve smiled a little. “Good. I don’t deserve it yet.” Tony cups his cheeks, draws him down to press a kiss to his jaw. “But you will.”

Bucky presses his door shut again and leans his forehead against it, then lets out a frustrated growl and jerks it open again. He’s been hiding long enough. Tony should be able to see what’s left of him. He tries to keeps his head up like Steve did but it’s–hard. His chin trembles. He feels ashamed. He wants nothing more than to run and hide and never show his face to his precious omega again. He fights the urge down though, because–he deserves this. He hurt Tony. He deserves this.

Tony stares at him, wide-eyed, because he hadn’t really gotten a chance to look when he’d been so upset. Bucky’s chest is bare, showing off the bandages wrapped around the remains of his arm, cut off in the middle of his bicep. The bandages had probably been a crisp white before, but now they were loose, tinted a rusty red. Bucky didn’t look as muscular as he usually did, either, probably from the stretch of time he’d been on bed rest and unable to do much of anything.

Tony steps up to him, and tries not to feel hurt when Bucky flinches away, trying to tuck his injured side back out of view as possible. He presses in anyway, fingers pressing to Bucky’s collarbone, trailing the tips over and up to his shoulder, hesitating when Bucky shudders. But Bucky just sets his jaw stubbornly, so Tony steps closer, fingers stopping where the bandages start, unwilling to possibly cause him pain when he can’t see where the wound begins. Bucky’s different, but the same warmth is under his hand, the same thump of his pulse under Tony’s hand. Tony leans in and brushes a kiss over the bandages, light as air to try to keep from hurting him, then drops his hand to smooth it down Bucky’s side.

Bucky stares at him for a moment, speechless, before his face crumples and he starts sobbing, dipping his head to press his face into his omega’s neck, wrapping his remaining arm around Tony’s waist and clinging to him. He hadn’t known how much he’d missed this, missed Tony’s soothing, gentle touch. He feels like a wild animal being soothed and he can’t even find it in himself to feel ashamed because he just wanted Tony.

Tony can’t bring himself to tell Steve and Bucky about the baby that night.

Steve doesn’t go after the Red Skull. He doesn’t have a chance. Bucky had been his main focus. The Red Skull escapes and keeps his head down. The Rogers’ people are livid one of their beloved princes is injured and are ready to stone anyone they think might have done it.

Bad teacher. (Alex Standall)

Title: Bad teacher.

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: heeyyy i love your account and was wondering if i could get an alex standall imagine when y/n has a panic attack in class and texts alex and he meets her in the hallway and helps calm her down?? if not that’s chill but if you do thank you!! have a great day :)            

Word Count: 800 words

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: Bad teacher, bad grade, principal’s office.

Warning: Panic Attack (it’s on a low level, but I want you to be prepared in case it can hurt someone’s sensibility.)

Author’s Note: I love you all. Continue requesting. I felt like I kind of familiarize with this one because once I had a problem with​ a teacher. And it ended a little messed up. Also, I’m having a lot of trouble with my laptop. It’s just doesn’t work like it should, so it’s harder for me to post. I’m sorry. On Wednesday, I’m not posting anything because it’s my birthday ;) I’ll keep you informed when I’ll post.

Two hours of this class, I never liked it. The teacher hated me, a lot. He always stared at me for an hour while everyone else did the examples he wrote on the board. Then, when I finished mine, he said they were wrong and he never signed anything I did. He thought how bad student I was, and told the director I should reconsider another school to study Maths.

Every week I had this class, I freaked out. I tried to skip class, but Alex always told me it wasn’t the best. Now, here I was.

“Y/n, he wrote your name on the board.” Sheri whispered to me and I at first surprised.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, would you make me a favor and tell me what did you do for homework?” He said rudely.

“We had to-” Everyone was looking at me, and some started giggling. “Check the exam you gave us. With-” The teacher stood up and made a weird noise from his throat.

“I’m tired of you, Mrs. Y/L/N. You can never do something good. I ask you to do a simple task, and you can’t even do that. Are you sure you can even think?”

Some girls at the front laughed and I had some tears coming out already. He laughed again.

“Someone can answer me that question? Because it looks like Y/n, can't​ do it.” He ended and Sheri took my hand.

No matter how much I studied, he just didn’t like me. He wasn’t like this with everyone, only with me. Sheri held me stronger and I felt so weak at that moment. Tears already were on my face and my hands were shaking. The teacher stood up and start to deliver the past exams. I studied really hard and I knew I had a good result.

“Here’s your exam. You’re so silly.” He said while I took my exam from his hands.

I got an F. Really? I studied hard enough for this test, this must be wrong. But unfortunately, before any words came to me, tears arrived first. Something was stuck in my throat. I felt my mouth drier than usual and it was getting harder to breath.

“Sheri, I need to go out.” I told her and she nodded.

I stood up and walk to his seat trying to clean my face.

“Can I go out?” I whispered and he laughed.

“Get out of my class, you’re not doing anything anyways.” He pushed me a little and I went to the corridor on my way to the bathroom.

“Y/n?” Alex’s voice interrupted me. But I tried to keep walking. “Hey.” He touched my arm and pushed me against his chest, and I hugged him. “Clay, can you leave us?”

Clay was here too? Now he saw me crying, but Alex’s chest was comforting. He caressed my back slowly and rested his jaw on my head.

“Hey, I’m here. What happened?” He continued hugging me but I cried again. “You want some water?” I nodded and he took his water bottle out. “Here is some paper.” I cleaned my nose and handled him my exam. He opened the paper and looked confused at it. “First of everything, are feeling better? Take some chocolate.” He gave me a chocolate bar he had in his pocket. “You’ll feel better, I promise.”

I grabbed it carefully, and take a bite of it. He took from his backpack a notebook and take out a paper. Then started to compare it with my exam.

“Come with me.” I held his hand, and we walked. He holding the two sheets of paper, and holding my hand while I ate his chocolate bar. We arrived at the principal office but he never stopped holding me. “Hey, can we talk to the principal?” He announced to the principal's​ secretary. I ended his chocolate bar and he touched carefully my hand. “I promise you’ll be fine.” We waited around 20 minutes, not doing anything just sitting there. Alex holding my hand all the time, or hugging me. I just wanted to have him with all during everything. Sheri texted me, but I ignore the notification and continued waiting with Alex.

We entered with the principal. And he saw us with a concerned look. I had a messed up make up, and Alex looked angry. His grin was usually calm, but this time he wasn’t like the principal expected.

“We have a problem with a teacher.” Alex stated and he put the two pages on the table. “This are the same questions, both are our exams but hers has a bad grade. And it’s unfair.”

And just like that. Mom came to see the situation, the teacher got mad, and they finally took me out of his class.

Alex stayed all day there, holding my hand.

harrypotterandkate-deactivated2  asked:

Three word prompt? "ask me again" OR prompt based on Into the Blue by Sara Jackson-Holman

I thought this would be our last case.

She doesn’t know why Castle’s words strike her with such a finality, a sharp pang of fear and rejection that she doesn’t understand lancing through her chest, but they resound through her mind long after he’s delivered the blow. She should be relieved - he would be in the Hamptons for an entire summer and Kate would… she’d be with Tom and it’d be great, it is great. 

What if great isn’t enough?

Kate drags a hand through her hair and stares down at the phone grasped in her palm. She’s still stinging from the salt Esposito had thrown in her unexpected wound, her dinner with Tom lost to her wandering mind. He’d driven her home, placed a gentle kiss on her lips and wished her a good night, and she should feel content, happy, not knotted up inside. 

But the idea of Castle leaving has her stomach in tangles and her heart too heavy in her chest and it doesn’t make any sense to miss him so fiercely - to miss him at all - when he’s not even gone, when she doesn’t even like him to begin with. Except…

She does like him. She likes him a lot.

Beckett tugs at the collar of her turtleneck, the material suddenly too tight, constricting her throat, and swipes her thumb across the screen of her phone, brings the device to life and pulls up Castle’s contact information. Maybe… maybe if she just talked to him, smoothed out the awkwardness she had tried and failed to avoid earlier that morning, made him feel less like a nuisance and more like the close friend he had become - maybe that would eradicate the uncomfortable throb resonating through her sternum.

Kate sighs and presses the call button, purses her lips and breathes steadily through her nose while she waits for him to pick up, wondering for the first time if he might actually ignore her call on purpose-

“Detective Beckett, you’re calling rather late this evening,” Castle answers, his greeting infused with its usual charm, but tonight it sounds far more forced than she’s ever heard. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Her lips part, but for a few horrifying seconds, her words become clogged in her throat, nothing but air escaping her lungs, and she can practically hear Castle’s demeanor change.

“Kate, are you okay? Is there someone there-”

“No, no,” she gets out, finally, her heart slowing into a more comfortable rhythm, soothed by his concern. Ever since the Scott Dunn case, he’s subtly become more protective, still unhappy with her current living arrangement because he wasn’t convinced the current place she was renting was safe enough for her. He wasn’t exactly wrong, but - not the point. Not tonight. “Sorry, I just - Castle, I wanted to apologize for earlier-”

“Apologize?” he echoes in confusion. “For - wait, about the Demming and the beach house thing this morning? Beckett, come on, there’s nothing to-“

“You’re still - my partner, you know?” she informs him, biting her lip when he actually goes silent. Never a good sign for Castle. “Tom and I may be together, but you’re still - there’s no one I’d trust more to have my back.” To be her only backup.

She can hear him release a long breath. “Is this your way of saying you’ll miss me when I’m gone?”

Kate exhales quietly at the teasing tone of his voice, plops down on the edge of her cheap new couch that is far from comfortable, and drops her head back against the top of the sofa. “Well, you will be gone a whole summer.”

“Is that a yes?” he gasps and a huff of laughter escapes her this time. “You know, maybe that long of a break is a bit extreme for-”

“Castle?” she murmurs when he pauses mid sentence, grumbles something under his breath.

“Sorry, Gina’s been relentless these last few days,” he mutters, irritation evident in his voice and tampering down the ridiculous hope that had risen in her chest at his mention of the summer, where that sentence had been headed. “Listen, Kate, do you mind if I take this so I can talk to you in peace and I’ll call you right back?”

Beckett gnaws on her bottom lip, tries not to think too hard about how much she relishes in the sound of her first name in his mouth. 

“You know, it’s getting late. Handle Gina and we’ll pick up this conversation tomorrow,” she compromises softly, brushing her thumb back and forth along the smooth silver of the ring decorating her finger. 

“Okay,” Castle says, something about his agreement gentle, tender, and her heart does a flip in her sternum, stumbles against her ribs when it lands. “I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams, Detective.”

“Until tomorrow,” she replies, cursing herself for it the second the words are out, his words, and withdrawing the phone from her ear before he can respond. 

Until tomorrow. 

Shit, what was she doing? She’d already turned down his offer to the Hamptons, turned him down more times than she can count within the past year, but she just… she doesn’t want to turn him down anymore. And maybe it’s too late, they’ve yet to prove their timing as anything but awful, but maybe there was still time.

But first-

She had to break up with Demming.


They hardly have the chance to talk the next morning, to pick up the conversation that had been put on hold the night before due to his persistent ex-wife and publisher, and it has her itching to solve this case even faster. But her hopes still remain dashed even once the case is put away and their afternoon is cleared of all obligation when Castle is forced to leave early, drop Alexis off at Princeton.

“I’ll be back in time for the surprise party the boys are throwing me,” he tells her on his way out, his eyes a gleaming bright blue, tugging his lips up in the corners as he stares back at her with a puzzled expression. “What?”

Beckett shakes her head. “Nothing, just… looking forward to picking up where we left off.”

Surprise splashes through his gaze and Castle takes a step closer to her in front of the murder board. “Are you sure you’re okay? Because you look like you want me to go so I can hurry up and come back and that is wholly unlike you, Beckett. ”

She rolls her eyes and smacks his arm. “You wish.”

“Oh, you know I do,” he grins, swaying when she shoves his chest with her palm. “I’ll see you.”

“Mhmm,” she nods, watching him walk off towards the elevators, a spring in his step that she wonders if she’s responsible for, that adds a slight spring to the beat of her heart. One that falters and collapses as Demming comes into view, excitement about Asbury and their weekend away still written all over his face. 

She’s not sure what she wants, what she’s doing, but ending things with Tom before she makes a regrettable mistake later, before she can truly hurt him, is one of the few courses of action she’s certain of right now.


Castle is back quicker than she had expected, not long after her final words with Tom Demming have been exchanged, and she gathers her breath again before she joins their team in the break room, snags a bottle of beer for the sake of something to busy her anxious hands with.

She catches his gaze with the hook of hers, the smirk of her mouth and the line about not needing to drink to take him. That definitely ignites some intrigue in his eyes.

“Castle, do you have a second?”

Lanie shoots her an encouraging look, but Kate ignores her best friend’s thrilled expression, ignores the boys and her captain sharing curious gazes, and instead leads Castle out of the room, into the relative privacy of the hallway.

“Alone at last,” he chuckles, smiling back at her as she fiddles with the bottle in her hands, picking at the paper label with her thumb. “What’s on your mind?”

Kate takes a deep breath and he notices, that same intrigue from mere seconds ago back and blooming through his eyes. 

“Look, I know that I’m not the easiest person to get to know, and I don’t always let on what’s on my mind,” she begins, averting her gaze to the wall for a breath of a moment to gather her courage before redirecting it back to him, holding his eyes with everything laid out in hers for the first time since she’s met him. Because just this once, she wants him to see. “But this past year, working with you, I’ve had a really good time.”

“Yeah,” he smiles, his eyes softening into a beautiful shade of blue. “Me too.”

“So - ask me again.”

The smile falls from his face, his brow creasing, but he already has an idea of what she means, she can see it in the bewildered spark that races through his gaze, ripples through his features.

“Ask you again?” he repeats, drifting in closer until they’re barely an inch apart, his torso nearly bumping into the bottle of her beer. “You mean - to the Hamptons? You want me to ask you-”

“Yes,” she murmurs, pinning her bottom lip between her teeth for what has to be the thousandth time in the last twelve hours, her nerves like ravenous butterflies through her insides, ripping her to shreds. 

“But what about Demming and - and the beach house and the weekend-”

“We broke up. Earlier, I… he wasn’t what I was looking for right now,” she confesses, pieces of the bottle’s label floating to the floor like confetti beneath the relentless scratching of her nails. “I wish I hadn’t… Tom is great, but he wasn’t - right.”

Castle’s adam’s apple bobs with the quick swallow that ripples down his throat. “This is why you called last night?”

Kate’s fingers go still when Castle covers one of the hands clutching the bottle, stilling her nervous ministrations. “Yeah. This wasn’t necessarily what I had planned, but it’s - I don’t want to regret not saying yes to something I want.”

“You want… okay,” he breathes, straightening up in front of her and drawing one of her hands free, holding her slender fingers between his, and she’d laugh at him, if she could find the ability to breathe properly past the percussion of her heartbeat nearly drowning out his words. “Come to the Hamptons with me, Kate.”

The ridiculous smile blossoms across her lips, calms the rhythm in her chest, and Kate nods, tugs on the hand tangled with hers until he’s drifting with her out of sight from the window she knows their friends are using to spy on them. She has no intention of doing anything necessarily worth hiding, but then Castle slips his free hand along the edge of her jaw, into her hair with his palm cradling her cheek.

“Was that a yes, Beckett?” he murmurs, his lips twitching with amusement, his eyes dancing with the same vibrant joy she fills fluttering through her chest. 

All she has to do is lean forward in her heels, smudge her lips to his in a kiss that is tentative and new and has frissons of electricity sparking from the moment they touch, twining through her veins and setting her entire body alight. 

“Yeah, Castle,” she whispers into his mouth, smirking against the breath he sucks in. “I’ll go to the Hamptons with you.”

Angel X (final) - Writer!AU

Originally posted by diohs

Summary - Being the assistant of Do Kyungsoo is rather.. interesting.

(1) / (2) / (3) / (4) / (5) / (6) / (7) / (8) / (9) / (10)

“You did what now?!”

Before Kyungsoo knew it, his Chinese hyung stood up from his seat and smacked him right across the face. Hard.

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the friendship of jack zimmermann and shitty knight

I know we talk a lot about how much Shitty helps Jack (constantly defending him, encouraging him to be himself, showing him how to have fun) and believe me, I agree with all of it (I am currently working on a freshmen year jack and shitty friendship fic) BUT may I also present: 

Headcanons on How Jack is Just What Shitty Needed:

  • So Shitty went to Andover, which context clues/google tells me is a fancy boarding school for fancy, rich people. And we also know Shitty is… Shitty. Of all the boys, I feel like he fits in with the Andover crowd the least
  • And I’m sure some of that is rebellion against the school after the fact (I went to an all-girls catholic school so rebelling after the fact is in my lifeblood) but the signs must have been there while Shitty was still attending. He chose to go to Samwell for a reason so we can assume that even in high school, Shitty did not 100% fit with the Andover crowd. 
  • He’s not unpopular, because Shitty is loud and friendly and plays hockey but I’m not sure Shitty had any super close friends. The smart kids are a little bit jealous that he never seems to do any work and most of the hockey team isn’t keeping up with his questioning musings on sexuality and gender and he is probably known as that kid who gets in fights with the teachers all the time and Shitty doesn’t go to Harvard for many reasons: because he doesn’t want to and because fuck his dad and his dad’s family, but also because… he wants to meet different types of people. Because he doesn’t really fit in at Andover. And he never really wanted to.
  • So he goes to Samwell and he doesn’t get a hockey scholarship but he is allowed to walk on the team and suddenly he finds himself living across the hall from Jack Zimmermann. Who Shitty of course knows about. Because he grew up in Boston. And he plays hockey. And he loves hockey.
  • But he does not imagine he will be that close with Jack Zimmermann. Because, honestly, at this point, Shitty can’t imagine being that close with anyone. His friends at Andover put up with him (or at least, they at least pretended to listen to him for part of the time before talking over him or telling him to cmon, man, shut the fuck up!) and Shitty could share a few laughs with them but in terms of connecting well… 
  • (Just please, please imagine slightly insecure but has convinced himself he’s fine young baby 17 year old Shitty Knight. But like… not even insecure just he probably doesn’t even realize that real friendship is out there. maybe he has a small inkling that this isn’t how friends treat each other but not really and i am going to need to think about this more. baby shitty. who knew.)
  • ANYway, the one thing Shitty does know how to do well and does love doing is getting into fights (god, young shitty was probably almost like Dex in this regard). So it’s natural that when someone says a sly, stupid comment about overdosing to Jack, Shitty jumps on ‘em. Because fuck you, sir and he has been looking for a fight since he arrived and–
  • Okay, I promised myself I would keep this focused on how Shitty needs Jack so let’s skip forward to the moment when Shitty realizes that Jack listens to him. Like ever since the outstanding defense move, Jack has opted to sit near Shitty and Shitty feels a warm glow of something at that (and, later, he will recognize this as claiming his role as Defender of Jack Zimmermann against All Evil) and at first they work because Jack is pretty much silent and Shitty never really stops talking and Shitty figures that is his role. To talk while Jack Zimmermann thinks about hockey.
  • But then one day at breakfast, Shitty is talking about his Intro to Women’s Studies class and the studies about how the idea that “boys are better at science and math” is a learned behavior, and Jack is sitting next to him, as usual, and then– “Hold up,” Jack says. “I have to go get more eggs.” and for a moment, Shitty is completely confused as to why Jack told him that information because he is more than used to people walking away from him mid-ramble and so he sort of watches as Jack leaves and wonders what is wrong and then Jack returns and doesn’t look up from his food but says something like “Okay, sorry, so girls want to be doctors, eh?” and Shitty realizes that Jack has been listening this whole time

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