sorry if this has already been done i was rereading and just

thegrimreaver  asked:

zimbits. “Less homicidal thoughts about your annoying coworker right now, please. I’m in a meeting over here.” pLEASE

Charlie asked for this about 30 years ago but I’m just getting around to it now. It’s prompt from this list. 


If he thinks I’m going to let a single tart anywhere near his ruinous Trump-sized hands he’s got another thing coming. Actually, no. He can have as many tarts as he wants. Kill ‘em with kindness, and arsenic worked into the whipped cream. I’d have to add more vanilla to balance it out but–

If Jack wasn’t in a sponsorship meeting, he would be inclined to promptly bash his head into the wood of the table. It had been like this for a few weeks ago, a voice filtering in at the most inopportune times, going on diatribes against who he was presuming was the voice’s coworker (”–even the way he counts out change is annoying. The Lord is testing me. We should’ve kept the antique register, it would have hurt more when I ‘accidentally’ shut the drawer on his fingers that he just licked to count out the bills. Yes, I would LOVE my spit covered change. THANK YOU.”)

Unfortunately, Jack thought it was unlikely that NIKE would appreciate their new brand ambassador actively giving himself a concussion, so he shot the representative across the table a smile and nodded to whatever was being said before reverting back inside his head.

As ambitious as your assassination attempt is, if you could keep it to yourself I would appreciate it.

There wasn’t even a moments pause before he got his reply.

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Careful What You Wish For // Yoongi Angst // TRIGGER WARNING **

Trigger Warning // This scenario does involve suicide attempt and some harsh language, please do not feel as if you should subject yourself to this topic if you do not want to. If you ever need help dealing with an abusive relationship, bullying, etc, where you feel as if you want to commit suicide, please do not be afraid to message me and we’ll talk it out together, and we’ll get you the help you need lovely. You are beautiful and should never think of suicide as an answer.♥

With that being said, I did a collab with another tumblr user on here. All credit goes to them for the text posts included in this scenario @nochu707 !! They did an absolutely wonderful job at basing this scenario with the heart wrenching angst, and I did ask permission to use the text post. Hopefully you all enjoy what I’ve written, and maybe there will be a part two follow up in the future but who knows because I like cliff hangers. ♥♥♥

Texts Credit goes to @nochu707 @nochu707 @nochu707 ~ check out their page! Send them some love as well!

PT.1 // PT.2


You froze in place as you stared down at what you’ve done. You watched a Yoongi’s keyboard malfunctioned and LED lights underneath the keys faded out. Your clumsy nature caused you to spill a bottle of water all over it and you knew that once Yoongi found out, he would be angry. Rap Monster had been a witness to the destruction, surprised he hadn’t caused it himself, but at the same time knowing better not to go near Yoongi’s area of work, and definitely not to bring food or drinks, especially drinks, into the studio in the first place.

“Yoongi will kill me, he’ll be so mad Namjoon—what am I going to do?” you started to panic, moving the get the napkins from the bag you brought, pressing feverishly down on the keyboard hoping it would revive back to life.

“Don’t worry about it Y/n. I’m sure he’ll understand that your intentions were good,” he would shrug it off, still knowing that Suga was going to react with anger, “Just buy him a new one and he should be fine, at least it was you of all people.”

“Okay,” you nodded, still with a distraught look on your face, trying to calculate how much money it would cost and how fast the same version of keyboard could possibly be delivered to you. “I’ll make it up to him, I swear. Just tell him I’m sorry and that I’ll see him later, and to eat.” With that you left the studio in a hurry, you had to get home to finish up a project assignment for class, and to now order a new keyboard for your boyfriend.

It was about an hour later while you were just reading up on your research, when your phone buzzed; knowing it was Yoongi, you read it immediately.

You bit down on your bottom lip, quickly responding in order to try to not escalate the situation more than what it needed to. The only thing you wanted was to help your boyfriend, you wanted him to stay healthy, knowing the long days and nights he was working in the studio; all you wanted was to help.

Holding your breath, you could only hope that he would accept your apology. He couldn’t be that mad at his girlfriend for wanting him to eat.

Another buzz.

You couldn’t help but feel the sharp pinge in your chest at his words.You annoyed him? He knew that you were sensitive and you tried to reason with him. Yoongi was your sweet boyfriend, he was just saying this because he was angry, that’s all, right?

Sometimes he needed to be reminded where to stop before he crossed the line, so you responded one again.

You stared at your phone, watching as the bubbles popped up while he was typing. The anxiety creeping in your chest was almost unbearable, hoping that he would understand how sorry you were.

His next message appeared.

Now he was really hitting below the belt. No feelings of anger surfaced for you, just guilt and sadness. He knew that you had a hard time with your confidence and often times would fall into a state of depression. This was mainly because a lot of his fans would deteriorate your character and looks on social media. Constantly berating you with insults and telling you just how much you didn’t deserve Yoongi, that you were an ugly, gold digging lowlife that should just disappear.

You responded, wishing that he would stop already. You didn’t want to make this anything more than what it already has become.

You couldn’t really get much out of you, already on the brink of tears. You begged him before he started to respond once again.

By this point, he didn’t realize that tears were streaming down your face. Yoongi was throwing all your insecurities right back in your face as if you wanted to be this way. You couldn’t help the fact that you didn’t feel worth his time sometimes, and you felt bad every time you asked for his help. There was no way that you thought it was bothersome because he always led on that he would build you up no matter what.

After your last response, you hoped that this would be the end of the discussion. It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to get a new keyboard from you, so it was completely unnecessary and rather painful that he was lashing out at you without any type of remorse.

The next messages to appear shattered you into pieces.

I just wish you would disappear.

His words absolutely destroyed you, turning you into a bawling mess as you sat on the edge of your bed. Water stains hit your paperwork as you reread his last few messages over and over again, feeling the undeniable pain in your chest. He broke you. Of all the people in the world, him telling you to disappear was the final straw.

You couldn’t help but feel like you were a burden, on him and everyone else that constantly reminded you of this through messages and comments, no matter how hard you tried to escape. But hearing it from Yoongi, your sugar bear, was proof enough that it was all true.

Barely being able to see through your tear blurred vision, you typed your final response, apologizing and finally deciding to give him what he wanted. For you to disappear.

With that being said, you turned off your phone, letting it fall down to your feet. The only thing going through your head was that he didn’t want you anymore. He couldn’t stand dealing with you and all the emotional baggage he claimed that you brought to this relationship. If he thought that you were irritating and should just disappear then what’s stopping you?

With tear stained cheeks, red eyes, blurred vision, and a broken demeanor, you got the strength to get up and go to the bathroom, searching for the strongest pills you could find.

You wouldn’t be problem anymore, you would just disappear.

Having already closed the texts after he let out his frustrations on you, Yoongi didn’t see your very last text to him just yet.

“I can’t believe she would even come in here. She knew that I wasn’t here. God Y/n knew that I was taking a nap and didn’t need her help,” Suga would be non-stop ranting to Namjoon, oblivious of your texts and your actions, “She’s so damn annoying, how am I supposed to get my work done now?!”

“You should relax man, when she came in here earlier, she really was just checking up on you,” he shrugged it off, handing Suga a notebook and pen, “besides, you know how clumsy I can get myself, show her some mercy. Use this anger in the positive way man and just write down your lyrics the old fashioned way while she gets you a new keyboard. Lashing out on her isn’t the way to go and you know it.”

He did know that, and he felt bad. Even though you frustrated him sometimes, he knew that your intentions were good and lashing out on your character was indeed going too far. He was ready to finally apologize and hash it out, given his maknae’s wise words. Lifting his phone, he was planning to text you to treat you to dinner tonight, but what he didn’t expect was to open your texts, seeing that you took him serious in his fit of rage.

“No, no, no, no, no,” Yoongi would begin to rapidly type on his phone, panic beginning to settle in his chest.

It had finally started sinking in what he’s done. He would slowly stand, phone in hand, waiting impatiently for you to respond.

“What’s going on?” Namjoon would speak up.

“C’mon Y/n,” Yoongi would mumble under his breath, eyes glued to his phone screen, searching for any type of sign that you were getting his texts, “please, oh my god.”

His fingers would rapidly keep typing, needing to know that you were okay.

He waited another moment, re-reading his previous texts and seeing how cruel he was to you, it brought tears to his eyes, standing up and holding onto his phone tightly. Yoongi would then dial your number, listening to the endless rings before your voicemail came through. He tried again and again, each ring sending him into a further panic.

“Joon, call 911, now, send it to Y/n’s apartment,” his words would practically slur because of him speaking so fast, but Joon would immediately do what he was told, “Fuck Y/n, pick up your damn phone!” He was shaking, he could barely even text you with his hands trembling the way they were in absolute fear of what you could’ve done to yourself because of his carelessness.

He would try calling you again and again, anger and stress overwhelming him.

“They’re on their way over there now,” Namjoon tore him away from his distressed state for a moment, “do you need me to co—,” he was cut off once his hyung quickly dispersed from the studio, leaving everything behind except for his keys, phone in hand, quickly sending you another few texts just before getting in the car and heading toward your apartment himself, needing to know that you were okay.

On his way there, it would be his fifteenth time calling your phone to no avail. Somehow he managed to get there before the ambulance did. Yoongi burst into your apartment, screaming out for you. In his panic, he would search everywhere, seeing that your room  was left empty, with trails of you all around it. It wasn’t until he searched most of the apartment that he realized the only place left to look was the bathroom which was closed.

Upon turning the knob, he would find that it’s locked.

“Y/n?! Y/n, baby, open the door,” he would speak to you through the door, and upon receiving no answer, he would start to bang on the wooden surface standing between the both of you. “Open the door! Y/N! Babygirl please I’m sorry, please, open the door, oh god—,” his voice would begin to crack, the worst possible scenarios crossing his mind. Feeling the rush of adrenaline pulse through him at the thought of your limp body, he would kick the door in, finding his absolute nightmare come true.

He fell down onto his knees, instantly cradling your unconscious body, crying above you as he held on tight to you.

“No, no, please, wake up, please, y/n,” he would whimper, not paying attention to the EMTs rushing into the apartment, “baby no, y/n wake up! Please? Please, wake up for me. I’m so so sorry.” Yoongi would then be forcefully dragged away from you, his face red and being stained with tears as he watched them check over your limp body, not knowing if he would ever get you back, not knowing if he could ever apologize and hold you again in his arms, and kiss you, and tell you how much you meant to him.

He didn’t mean it when he said to disappear, and now seeing that he broke you to the point where you would actually want to leave him like this, broke him too.

“Please y/n..”


MY HEART IS BROKEN I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOURS..

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The whole package

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Lane Tucker x plus size!reader

Warnings: There’s partial nudity but it’s not gonna hurt you. For a Lance Tucker fic, this is surprisingly safe.

Word count: 1.789

Summary: One more tournament and Lance is ready to settle down and quit professional gymnastics. He loves Y/N and has been thinking about their future for a while now. But Lance isn’t very good at planning and one lazy Saturday morning, when he’s chilling in bed with his girl, he makes an impromptu decision.

A/N: I’ve posted a masterlist with all upcoming plus size!reader fics. I keep getting new ideas, so this masterlist will be updated as the ideas come and go. There will always be an announcement post. If you want on the tag list, please comment on the announcement post of send me an ask!

This is the sequel to Good at worshipping (Lance Tucker x plus size!reader)

Inspired by this post by @thatawkwardtinyperson and by a conversation I had earlier with @winterboobaer. This one’s for you, @hollycornish!

All plus size fics can be found here

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Jungkook: 50% Polyester

Genre: ShyKook; fluff; smut (literally just pwp)

Rated M (Warnings: penetration, handjob, blowjob, fluff-smut, AWKWARD AKWARD AWKWARD SKYKOOK sorry 😂)

Summary: Shy boy Jungkook is ready for his first time. Kind of. Sequel to 50% Cotton

Word Count: 5.75k

Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook

A/N: SECOND WARNING this is literally just fluff-smut. If that’s not your thing, I understand and now’s the time to leave ;) I won’t hold it against you~ otherwise, please enjoy!

✩✩✩♔✩✩✩

Jungkook presses his nose into the soft material of his jacket, a drug addict, inhaling like the best of them. The pleasant, vaguely floral smell is already fading and it’s only been four days. He’s going to need to start thinking of a new plan to leave another jacket with you, but that’s going to be hard after what happened last weekend.

He’d popped a boner after kissing you.

It was just a kiss and his stupid dick betrayed him. You probably think he’s a creep or a pervert or… well you did chase after him. You said you would wait. What does that mean? Sex? He blushes at the thought. Why would you ever want to have sex with him? He was ridiculously shy, had no experience, and would likely just jizz his pants if you so much as touched him.

He groans at the familiar stirring in his crotch. What the hell. Just the thought is turning him on. Your words echo in his mind clearly, as if you were in the room repeating them.

“I’ll wait for you.”

But how long would you be willing to wait? A week? A month? A… century? Why can’t he just be brave like his friends? Like Namjoon and Seokjin and… Hoseok.

Jungkook’s phone buzzes and he looks up from the textbook he is supposed to be reading for a final exam tomorrow. Obviously, he isn’t really studying at all. He’s thinking of you.

Hobi: Know you got a final tomorrow kiddo but you down to go to the mall at 5?

He sends a second message seconds later.

Hobi: SHE’LL be there ;)

Really, Jungkook could have texted you himself. He has your number, but he’s far too nervous to initiate anything. The two of you have hardly talked since he visited your dorm last weekend (and when you did talk it was only about the trivial, “weather” topics) but he hopes it’s simply because of exams… not because you finally realized how pathetic he is.

Me: See you at 5

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you did not (finn wolfhard x reader)

requested: “Hey! Can I get a request for a reader x Finn Wolfhard ? Kinda inspired by the movie Everything Everything, but replaces the female readers sickness with being in an abusive household and Finn, the readers SOON TO BE boyfriend surprises her and takes her to Hawaii and blah blah blah A WHOLE BUNCH OF FLUFF lol thank you” - @brookspixiedust

summary: y/n hates her life with her father, and finn knows this which is why (like the good ‘best friend’ ;) he is) he surprises her with tickets to hawaii

characters: y/n, finn wolfhard, gaten matarazzo, millie bobby brown, caleb mclaughlin

warning: abuse

a/n: ahhhh, i’m really sorry, i haven’t see everything, everything so i don’t know how accurate this is but i just wrote what was in your request? it’s a bit short as well but i hope you like it tho!! :))


“Y/N, hurry up and get out here!”

Sighing, you quickly continued to plaster the foundation onto your face, trying to cover the huge black mottled mark that had formed yet failing miserable. You stared at yourself in the mirror, begging yourself not to cry. You should be used to this by now.

Ever since you were around 8 years old, you had been abused by your father. At first it wasn’t an awful thing, y'know? A slap here for not doing the dishes, a kick for being late home after curfew. But then… it got a lot worse. He started hitting you for absolutely no reason whatsoever. And it was fucking scary.

“Y/N, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?” You heard the angry yell of the man you despised pierce through the closed bathroom door.

“Coming, dad!” You said in a small voice.

You quickly gathered all of your hair into a loose ponytail and padded over to the door, opening it hesitantly. Your fathers frustrated face was what it opened to, a twisted smile setting itself when it saw your makeup covered cheeks.

Slap.

You tried to process what had actually just happened. All of that time spent in the bathroom for nothing. Your hand flung to your face, tears threatening to spill but you forced them back down. No, you will not be thought of as even weaker than before.

Your father smirked down at you and whispered, “time to go, sweetie.” before turning around and leaving for the car.

He was driving you to set, which was a huge surprise as usually you had to take yourself in some way, which wasn’t exactly easy being apart of such a successful show like 'Stranger Things’. Multiple times you had been followed and blocked by crowd of people, causing you to be pretty damn late. You had been way to scared to bring it up to your father yourself, but your director had brought up his concerns in an email to him. And so, this lead to him driving you to set.

You buckled yourself into the back seat of the car, still holding onto your cheek knowing that a red mark was bound to have formed. Hell, maybe even a purple one. It felt strong enough.

The car ride’s silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife, the only sound you could hear was the tentative beating of your own heart and the rumble of the engine as you sped down the road. Soon, but not soon enough, you’d stopped outside of the set building and you quickly unbuckled your belt and jumped out of the car, not waiting for a goodbye and just wanting to get as far away from him as you could.

As soon as you were in the building, you sighed a relieved sigh and walked to your small dressing room, not before checking in of course. Picking up the script on your dressing room table, you began to reread the script for around about the one hundredth time.

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“Listen dude, I could never!” Finn’s distressed voice rang out, high, exasperated, and shrill.

Gaten smirked at his friend. “Uh huh, and why not?” He asked.

“Becau-”

“Wait, I remember! Because you’re scared!” Gaten quickly interrupted Finn as he was replying (lying) to his question.

Finn glared at Gaten and went to walk out of the room, nearly running smack into Millie. She gave him and Gaten a look of surprise. “What are you guys arguing about? We can hear you in the corridor!” She exclaimed, crossing her arms and seeming pretty annoyed.

A look of horror crossed Finn’s face. “Did Y/N hear??!” He questioned, lowering his voice a little.

She furrows her brows. “Well, I don’t think s- anyway, why does that matter?”

Gaten smirked. “Because lover boy here got her plane tickets with him… to Hawaii!”

Millie gasped in joy. “Oh my gosh, that’s sooo adorable! Have you told her yet?”

“No, I’m just about t-”

Millie shook her head. “Not about the plane tickets, Finn. You know what I mean. When are you going to tell her that you like her? I mean, it’s been an entire year!”

Gaten slapped him on the back. “She’s gonna notice eventually, Finn. 'Just friends’ don’t buy $3000 dollar plane tickets to Hawaii for each other.”

A light blush settled on his cheeks. “I- I can’t,” he sighed, and began to play with the sleeve of his hoodie. “if I tell her that I like her then… well, if she doesn’t like me back, which is what’s likely, then I’ll be ruining a perfectly good friendship and… I just can’t do that. Not to her. And with her father and everything, she doesn’t need more things to worry about on top of that.”

Gaten tilted his head to the left inquisitively. “Which is why you’re taking her to Hawaii?” Finn nods.

“Mhm, to get away from it all..” Finn trailed off and looked pointedly at the door. “I’m gonna go tell her, okay? NO eavesdropping. Got it?” They both nodded innocently, crossing their fingers behind their back.

Finn shook his head at the both of them, and left through the open door, walking towards the direction of your dressing room. God, he hoped you were there. He began to hear the distant melody of a Panic! At The Disco song, knowing your room was close. His mouth turned dry and his throat felt closed up. An anxious feeling placed itself into the pit of his stomach, twisting the contents and making him feel awfully sick.

He arrived at the closed wooden door and took a deep breath before knocking lightly. What could go wrong?

“Who is it?” Your sweet voice rang out.

“Uh, it’s Finn..” he answered, cursing himself for hesitating.

“Oh! Come in!” You cried, a smile evidently laced with your words.

Opening the door to a cosy dressing room, he laid eyes on you. Your makeup had been done ready for set, and you were currently in costume waiting to be called for your next scene. You jumped up when you saw him and embraced him tightly, hoping your blush wasn’t obvious on your cheeks.

“Hey, Finn! Sorry I didn’t see you earlier, I just wanted to get in as quickly as possible because..” you trailed off, biting your lip lightly.

“I know, I know. It’s fine.” He smiled at you sweetly, awkwardly shifting on the spot.

You looked at him confused. “What’s wrong? You seem nervous? What happened?” You questioned, firing one after the other at him quickly, panicking only a little.

“Oh, oh nothing! It’s fine, I just… well, there’s something I need to ask you, okay?” He said, fidgeting with his fingers, which was a telltale sign that he was nervous. He always did that when he was nervous.

You sighed in relief. “Ok, what’s up?”

He took a deep breath, preparing for rejection honestly. Ever since you had been introduced ha,feat through Season 1, he had been absolutely smitten with you, hanging out together whenever you both could. He always got you small gifts and things, subtly flirting here and there, but never anything this big.

“I kinda maybe… got us tickets for Hawaii tomorrow?”

Your face was blank, unreadable. And suddenly, the highest pitched squeal came out of your lips.

“FINN WOLFHARD, YOU DID NOT!?”

He smirked at you. “Oh believe me, Y/N,” he quickly fished the tickets out of his pocket and fanned them in your direction. “I really did.”

In your excitement, you flung yourself at him, not really knowing what you were doing but knowing that you had to let these emotions out somehow.

He didn’t realise or process the fact that your lips were on his for a matter of seconds. His mind was blank for a moment, and then suddenly sprang to life with frantic thoughts.

He began to kiss back, worried that he’d already lost this opportunity. But no, you didn’t stop. Your lips moved in sync, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

Once you both had finally pulled away for some much needed air, Finn was utterly dazed. You stared at each other, in the middle of the room, either knowing what to say. Shy smiles erupt from both children as they gaze into each others eyes.

“Finally! After a whole year, a move was finally made! And by Y/N, not Finn!” An annoying voice cut through the magical moment like a samurai sword. Gaten.

“Well, are you really surprised? Finn could never make the first move, he’s such a chicken!” Caleb.

“Guys, shhhh! They’ll hear us!” Millie and Sadie, in unison.

Finn’s eyebrow twitched as he turned towards the door and flung it open, staring their four friends dead in the eyes.

Silence

“I’m gonna kill you guys.”

Bungou Stray Dogs Ideal OVA Spoilers

So first, my Japanese isn’t quite good enough for an anime/manga series like BSD because we know that this requires a higher level of Japanese. So I reread the manga translation by beloved @dazaiscans after watching to fully understand.

So the whole OVA basically goes after manga chapter 40 with a few minor differences. And that’s what I’ll only be pointing out here. If you prefer the whole story, you can just read the manga itself since it’s the same. 

Some have also been asking if it’s already uploaded somewhere, I’m not sure about that but I heard that it might get posted this weekend. The one I have is what I bought as I happen to be in Japan currently.

So you may want to wait for the video itself or if you don’t mind, spoilers are under the cut!

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Listen Up Guys

Okay, guys, listen up.

I’ve seen a lot of hate going around for different writers (just three examples are @hamimagines @forlifeloveandhappiness and @offiicialhamilton - and that’s JUST on Tumblr, and JUST in the world of Hamilton fanfics, and JUST the ones I can think of off of the top of my head) and they’ve all been really gracious about it and dealing with it well and everything, but I’m addressing this right here and right now.

If you don’t like their stories, don’t fcking read them. If you don’t like the way they ended, keep it to yourself or rant to your friends. Imagine it ended some other way. Don’t give them sht about it. If you don’t like their lack of updates, then get over it. It’s not your choice to dictate when they’ll update and when they won’t. If you don’t want to wait, then stop reading their stuff, imagine your own scenarios as to how it could end up going or what’s coming next, or find something else to read for the time being.

Everyone on here is a normal person, just like you or me.

Everyone on here has a life outside of social media. Sports, homework, college, extracurriculars, jobs, family, friends, pets, traveling, etc., etc.

They’re not robots ready to write another fic every time you’re occupied with another one just so you’ll never run out of material to read. They have other things to be doing, and we all need to respect that. (Also, ever heard of this thing called writer’s block? Gasp! It exists! And it f*cking sucks - trust me, I’ve had it before!)

I haven’t updated any of my Wattpad fics in probably a year, and some people say they’ll update and then don’t for the next three to seven years (or ever again!)

Be glad they’re writing at all! I know this isn’t my battle to fight for the three mentioned above, but this is an issue that not only do I feel rather close to as a writer on another site, but I’ve seen it happen all over the place to all sorts of people, and I’m not about to sit here while you make others feel down about themselves because you’ve run out of reading material and need someone to take it out on! I’ve seen this far too much on far too many sites and something needs to be done about it, so this is me, telling you exactly what I think about all the negative things you have to say to these writers.

Do you know how hard it is to publish your writing for anyone in the world to see at any given time? It’s TERRIFYING! You have no IDEA how people will react and get extremely self conscious about your writing - nitpicking every little thing and taking out some of your favorite parts just because you think others won’t like it. Let me tell you right now that it took me a long time to get over it, and it kept coming back to me. Heck, probably the last five chapters on most of my actually published stories are all boring and pointless author’s notes from a year ago! I get horrible writers block and I’ve NEVER finished a story! I’ve written so many drabbles that I’m too afraid to share with anyone and I have two Wattpad accounts just so if I write something I think my friends won’t like, they won’t see it because it’ll be on my “closet account.” So yeah, pretty freaking terrifying, and it’s a major blow to my confidence every time someone even READS OVER my work without smiling - even worse when people criticize it.

Do you know how bad it makes me feel when someone calls me an ***hole because I won’t update, continually badgers me about the way I write something, or says I suck at writing?

I can guarantee you right now that it makes most writers feel awful, but even though a lot of them can get over it (sorry, I’m not exactly one who does it easily), there are still some who can’t, or are going through something so tough that some little comment that wouldn’t bother you could have concussive effects on their life, and you’d have no idea who they were before you did it or what happened once you did.

I get it, you have a life, too, and you’d like to be able to sit back and enjoy a few hours of reading - believe me, I do that all the time - but there are other sites you can find fics on, actual books you can read, ones you’ve already read that you can reread, ones you might want to write yourself, and of course, other wonderful authors out there!

To all the writers out there who are brave enough to post their writing online (or anywhere - or maybe not at all), you’re amazing, and I really appreciate your hard work, even if I haven’t read your writing, and even if it isn’t exactly my cup of tea. Don’t let anybody get you down or tell you otherwise because even if your writing is still in it’s developing stages, just a few weeks can do wonders for your thought process on your stories or your writing style.

If you feel like you need more fics (or non-fic stories) to read because apparently you can’t handle waiting for an update from anyone on here, or you feel like you’d like to spread your writing or need a different scene for it, then I’d suggest, if you haven’t already tried them, either Ao3 (archivesofourown.com), Wattpad (Wattpad.com), or ffn (fanfiction.net)

Okay, rant over, thanks for listening :)

To Break An Omega [Pt. 4]

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Summary: It”s going to take time, but the Winchesters are determined to put Vic in his place and put you back together. All while Dean contemplates changing your lives forever. 

A/N: Strap in folks, it’s a long one.

Warnings: SPN swearing, touch of A/B/O dynamics


You opened your eyes, expecting to be sore, but the stiffness in your muscles was gone. Your body was pressed into something warm. Blinking away the sleep, you lift your head slowly. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” a deep voice says gently. You push yourself up, sliding away from Dean who were just curled against. In your panic, you nearly fall off the bed, but the Alpha catches you  

“It’s okay,” he says softly, “you’re home, sweetheart, you’re safe.” One of his hands slowly makes its way through your hair, cradling your head.  

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anonymous asked:

Do you know any healthy ways to deal with depression and anxiety? I've been having a really tough time lately, and I thought "Maybe auntie Jillie can help."

Oh pumpkin, I’m sorry to hear you’re having a tough time of it lately! You’re not alone – I think all of us who struggle with depression and anxiety have been having a rougher-than-usual time. At least, that’s what I’ve been hearing from other folks, and I know my own Brain Raccoons have been ridiculously noisy lately. 

My #1 suggestion of a healthy way to deal with them: GET PROFESSIONAL HELP, if your circumstances are such that you’re able to. For a lot of us (myself included), it doesn’t matter how mindful you are, how much self-care you do, how careful you are about sleep and eating properly and exercise: the brain chemicals are wacky, and things need to be done to balance them. 

(One of the things my therapist always says to me is “I know you already know what I’m telling you. My job is to help you figure out new ways to use that information to give yourself better patterns.”)

But! Short-term things you can do to make yourself feel better right now!

  • Put on some favorite music (loud and bouncy is preferable) and dance around for a few songs. Make yourself move. Get some adrenaline and endorphins flowing.   
  • Do you have a favorite plush or fuzzy companion? Talk to them. Yes, I’m serious. When I am having a particularly bad day, Clovis Devilbunny sits on my desk, and I tell him about what I’m doing. Sometimes you need the unconditional love and acceptance of a fuzzy companion, and you need to communicate with them.
  • Go take a shower, and brush your teeth. Visualize scrubbing away the layer of depression. It will help, even if just a little bit.
  • If you are a makeup-wearing type, take a bit of time and play with makeup. Make yourself up to look like an incarnation of David Bowie. Paint yourself like a silent film star. Do something different than your usual look, and really focus on the different colors and textures of the makeup. Derail your particular Brain Raccoons from chittering at you, even if just for a little bit.
  • Eat something. Even if you don’t want to. It doesn’t have to be big, it doesn’t have to be fancy, and it’s absolutely fine if it’s junk food. Just eat something?
  • Also, drink some water. Yes, I’m serious. No, being properly hydrated will not cure depression or anxiety, but it will make you feel a bit better, physically. 
  • Revisit a favorite piece of media. Rewatch a favorite movie or TV show, or reread a favorite book. There have been studies that show that doing such things actually has measurable benefits for your mental health!

Try to remember that you won’t feel like this forever. You won’t, I swear. Things will get better, even if it feels like things will never change and you’re stuck. You aren’t. 

Much love to all of you.

Lost in a Book, but this time it’s an Even Better Book.

This is part two of lost in a book, where they are at a con and the reader is teased for losing track of time.

10 points to you if you can figure out what book i was using the quote from.

Originally posted by allmyshipswillbecanon


Going to cons was one of your favorite things to do. You got to see all the cast members, you get to meet fans, and you get a lot of reading done because of the long plane rides. You had already done your first panel with Misha, now the only panel you had left today was the gold one with Jensen and Jared. But that wasn’t until later this afternoon, so you decided to go find a place to sit down and finish the book you were reading. Sitting down in a quite area you plugged your headphones in and started reading. 

“So i hear you guys are fans of Supernatural,” Rich yelled out into the crowd. He got loud cheers and screams as a reply.

“Well if that’s the case i think we should bring out some friends.” Rob yelled over the screams. “Alright people put your hands together for Jensen Ackles,” Jensen ran out on stage, “And Jared Padalecki.” Rob and Rich said at the same time, Jared running out on stage and high fiving Jensen “And the one and only y/n l/n!” they both screamed together. Except instead of you coming out, nobody came out. Everyone looked at each other waiting for you. 

“And the slightly late y/n l/n!” Rob yelled, still nobody came out. “Okay what did you big oafs do to y/n, where are they?” 

“Why do you think we did something to her?” Jensen said giving Rob a look.

“Most likely she’s off in her own world.” Jared said looking at Jensen the both of them starting to laugh. 


“I stepped out of Tamlin’s arms and kissed him softly. Tomorro-there would be tomorrow, and an eternity, to face what i had done, to face what i had shredded into pieces inside myself while under the Mountain. But for now…for today…”Let’s go home,” i said, and took his hand.”

What an amazing ending to an amazing book. You sighed knowing the next books wouldn’t be out for months. You were tempted to start rereading it, it was so good. You picked up your phone to stop the music playing. 2:15 you jumped up, that couldn’t be right it was just 10 in the morning, crap your panel started fifteen minutes ago. You bolted running to where the panel was at.

“There you are, we have been looking for you forever!” you sighed, but didn’t stop running to the panel. 

“Sorry Kim i just lost track of time.” you breathed deeply, man you were out of shape.

Spotting Rob behind the curtains you ran up to him, “I’m so sorry i wasn’t paying attention to the time,” Rob just laughed telling you to go out, you were already late enough as it was. Bursting through the curtain, you heard everyone scream, cheering for you. Grabbing a microphone you stuttered out a hello and went to sit down on the tall chairs. 

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About Daisies and Sunflowers - Ch. 3

A/N: Ahh I’m so excited for this series, and I love that you all enjoy it!! I have an entire outline for how I want this story to go, and I can’t wait to post the rest of this story!! Anyone who isn’t on the taglist, but wants to be can send me an ask or a message and I’ll tag you in the next part!

Pairing: prince!Evan Hansen x fem!reader

Warning(s): nothing really, fluff, really bad flirting??, mild angst at the very end???

Taglist: @pawneeismyhome, @onemorebookidontneed, @smollittlebean, @johns-turtle, @musicalimaginesforyou, @lils-awesome-world, @dehinprettycursive, @dear-enjolras-hansen, @bens-platt

Word count: 1,949

You weren’t expecting Evan to write you so soon, especially not the day after you told him to do so. That’s not to say you weren’t extremely excited when he did write to you quickly. It was a pleasant surprise when your maid brought you the letter at breakfast two days after you walked with Evan in his garden. Your step-father, while a very kind and understanding man, had a ‘no letters’ at the table rule, which meant you had to wait until you were excused from the table to run up to your room and read what the wonderful boy had written.

By the time you were allowed to leave breakfast, you were beyond impatient. Sitting on your bed, you opened the letter as quickly as you could, knicking your pointer finger in the process. You yelped and sucked on the cut as you read the letter.

You didn’t think the blue-eyed prince could get anymore adorable, but you were proven wrong. You couldn’t help but blush as you read the words he had written you, flattered that he would want to see you again. You were already enchanted with the boy, but the moment he compared you to his favorite flower, you completely swooned. You had never felt attraction to anyone this strongly or this quickly.

You rushed over to your desk and sat down, grabbing a piece of the pretty floral stationery your mother had given you for your most recent birthday. You had never had a reason to use it before, but now that you did, you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at the pattern around the edges. Flower paper for a flower boy. You grinned despite yourself and began writing your letter.

Dear Evan,

You don’t have to be formal with me at all. I only earned the title ‘princess’ pretty recently, so it’s refreshing to have someone refer to me as a friend. You mentioned feeling quite similar the other night in your garden, I believe.

I have to admit, I was so excited about receiving your letter that I gave myself a papercut in my haste to open it. Feel free to tease me about this, if you would like; it was a bit silly of me. If I were to say this was the first time I’ve done something clumsy like that, I would be lying. I may have the title of royalty, but all the grace that is supposed to come with being a princess seems to have evaded me completely.

I’m flattered that I remind you of your favorite flower, I didn’t find it to be weird at all. If anything, you too remind me of my favorite flower as well- sunflowers. There’s just something warm and bright that accompanies both you and sunflowers, something about the both of you that make me feel comfortable. I must ask you, though: why exactly do I remind you of a daisy?

Speaking of your garden, I would absolutely love to come see the addition of the poppies! I’m sure they’re absolutely beautiful! My mother, stepfather, and I are leaving for Irvingdale in a few days, and the Rose Palace is on the way, I’m sure I could convince my parents to allow me to visit with you for a few hours, if you wouldn’t mind.

You smiled down at your words. While you were pretty forward and open with the way you felt towards Evan, you weren’t quite sure if the timid boy could handle outright flirtatiousness, so you watered down your words, mixing the words of affection in with the feeling of being friends.

Despite our brief time together, I find myself missing you more than I thought I would. Since my mother and I moved into the palace, I’d yet to have a conversation in which I wasn’t constantly worrying about the right thing to say or the proper way to it. Walking with you in your garden that night was the most comfortable I’ve been in a long time, Evan. Thank you for that.

Until we meet again,

(Y/N)

You reread your letter and decided it was good enough to send. You slipped it into an envelope and sealed it, before writing Evan’s name in careful handwriting. Now all there was left to do was send it. You found the palace messenger, Addison, thankfully just before she left. Before she left, she glanced at the name the letter was addressed to and gave you a big grin. “Prince Hansen? You two are on a first name basis?” She asked in a playful tone. You blushed and rolled your eyes. “He doesn’t act like other people do, Ads, he treats me like I’m still just a normal person, and that he’s a normal person, and that he and I can be normal together! It’s… It’s hard to explain, really,” you said, smiling softly. “I’ve had the honor of meeting him a couple times. He’s very nice, always very polite and kind to me and the other servants. You could definitely do worse, my lady.” And with that, she left the palace to deliver the letters she was due to deliver.

Later that night, your mother visited you. “So, (Y/N), you seem particularly cheerful today,” she commented. You just hummed in agreement, not looking up from the book you were reading. “It wouldn’t happen to be because of that letter you received this morning would it?” You glanced up to see a small smirk on her face. “You know, I asked Addison who the letter was from; you should have told me that Prince Hansen was courting you!” She said. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. “No! He isn’t courting me! We’re merely writing to each other as friends!” You corrected her quickly, trying to ignore the blood rushing to your cheeks. “Oh really? That’s all it is?” She gave you a skeptical look, but you nodded insistently. “Really!” You sighed in relief when she gave in. She kissed your forehead and bid you goodnight, before leaving you with your thoughts.

Two days later,, you found yourself impatient and on edge. “Is everything alright, my lady?” Your tutor asked you. You merely nodded, watching out the window expectantly. What you were waiting for? You weren’t quite sure. “Addison won’t be back from collecting the letters for the palace until later this evening, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” Your head whipped around to look at her.

“Excuse me?” You asked, though not unkindly.

“Well, forgive me if it’s not my place, my lady, but the servants from Rose Palace and the servants here do talk to each other every now and again, and rumor has it that you and Prince Hansen are currently corresponding with each other.”

You sighed and bit your bottom lip in thought, before saying softly. “I mean this in the nicest way possible: please stay out of my private life. I don’t need the entire kingdom gossiping about the people I choose to write letters to. Alright?” She nodded furiously, apologizing to you. “You don’t have to be sorry, I would just prefer not to be the subject of the town gossip.” She nodded once more in understanding and the two of you continued with your arithmetic lesson.

When Addison finally arrived at the palace, you all but tackled her. “Istherealetterforme?” You asked. She blinked in confusion. “Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to repeat that a bit slower for me,” she said. You took a deep breath and repeated yourself. She gave you a knowing smirk and handed you a letter, addressed to you in cute, messy handwriting. The same handwriting from the letter you had practically memorized by now. You found the ways he dotted his eyes with a little circle to be adorable. You quickly took and ran to your room. “Thank you, Addison!” You called behind you. The messenger simply shook her head at your retreating figure. “She is definitely attracted to him.”

Once safely tuck away in the window seat in your bedroom, you began to read the letter by the light of the sunset. It was just as precious as his previous letter, but one particular part caught your eye.

As for why I compared you to a daisy? Well, all the same traits a daisy possesses that makes it my favorite flower, you too possess. For starters, they’re very pretty, and well, you are too. They remind me of spring, and make me think of warm and happy thoughts and weather. Also, there’s more to them than meets the eye. You look at them and think, ‘there is one flower there’, but in reality, there’s actually two! The petals and the center of the flower are counted separately as their own individual flowers. I feel like you’re kind of like that as well, there’s more to you than people can actually see.

People see you as a princess, but I know that as well as being a princess, you’re also a girl who would comfort a total stranger in need, the kind of girl who once got in trouble (and a serious cold) from playing in the rain, even after your mother told you not to. You’re the kind of girl who likes sunflowers and sunsets, and you’re the kind of girl who would treat a boy you hardly know as a friend. You’re the kind of girl I enjoy spending time with, something that’s rare for me. You see, I’m not exactly comfortable around people, I often find it hard to connect and interact with them, but with you? With you, there was none of that discomfort. I felt at ease when I was around you, like I didn’t have to worry about what I was saying, like you would care about my words no matter what I said. Am I wrong to think that? Am I being too presumptuous?

His words, along with the fact that he had remembered the things you had told him about yourself, touched you. You never thought anyone would ever see you in the light he saw you. Any last bit of doubt you had regarding your feelings for Evan flew out the window. You knew, you were deeply, irrevocably, and helplessly in love with the flower-loving prince. A part of you wanted to run from this unfamiliar feeling, but a large part of you was filled with glee, knowing you had found a person you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with. You had  You reread his words over and over again, eventually falling asleep in your window seat, which the last bit of sunlight streaming in.

Your mother found you later that night as she came in to say goodnight, curled up against the window and clutching the letter to your chest, the faintest of smile upon your face. She knew who the letter was from, and she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her little girl falling in love. She knew the Hansens, and she found them to be wonderful, kind people. The smile was wiped off her face when she remembered what she and your stepfather had yet to tell you, the reason you were travelling to Irvingdale soon. Frowning, she blew out your candle and exited the room. Best to let her have this while she can, she thought. She had never wanted this to happen. She was hoping that you would never fall in love for fear that this very situation would present itself. Now here you were, in love, and she could do nothing to stop what was about to occur.

nyehehehe  asked:

Heya darling~ I heard you ask box is open and this has been in my head for a few days so!- SO is a florist who has a really large garden that's filled with BEAUTIFUL and rare flowers. And every morning they wake up the bros with a handcrafted bouquet that has a handwritten note. Which ranges from dorky puns or small poems or whatever. How do UT and UF bros react? Feel free to ignore it if you want ;v; sorry if you've already done one similarly

THIS IS SO CUTE.

ALSO AN APOLOGY FOR THE “H-HEWWO” PLS BE MY FRIEND AGAIN RAIN IM SORRY ILY 

Undertale 

Sans

Classic never really liked waking up in the mornings, he prefers to lounge around and sleep, but ever since he started dating you, waking up is the best part of his day. He isn’t much of a floral person, but he does agree that they are beautiful. He adores reading your notes and always laughs at your puns, and has taken up a habit of returning the favor by leaving puns on a post it note on the fridge. 

Papyrus

Papyrus absolutely adores the flowers! He finds them marvelous just like you. He’s already and early riser, so he often catches you placing the flora next to him and when he does, he’ll grab your hand and trail his kisses up your arm until he reaches your lips. Then he finds your puns and kicks you out of his room. IT’S TOO EARLY FOR PUNS. 

Underfell

Sans

Red has to keep up that tough guy act, but you know that deep down inside, he loves it. You’ve caught him on multiple occasions rereading your note over and over again with a blush while twiddling with a flower in between his fingers. He thinks that you think that he throws away the notes and flowers, but you know that Red keeps a hidden portfolio with all your notes and presses the flowers in between the pages. He’s a total softy and you love him for that. 

Papyrus

Seeing the flowers make Fell smile, mostly because he helped grow them himself. He doesn’t have a green thumb like you, but he does have an eye for design so he tells you which flowers to put next to each other and which flowers not to. He thinks that it’s very sweet for you to do that for him, and when he gets a chance to see you, he sweeps you off your feet and thanks you with a kiss. Then he immediately drops you because oh stars that pun was terrible. 

Unknowingly;

Originally posted by sefuns

Summary: When a fellow baekhyun fan account reaches out to you and you unknowingly become best friends with THE baekhyun of EXO

Disclaimer: All the things that are mentioned in this are words of fiction aka it’s not real. I’ve literally just made this up and as always credits to @sefuns  for the gif

Members: Baekhyun from EXO x black female reader

Rating: Fluff

Words: 1205

Notes: Italics means text, bold is baekhyun, normal is you 

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Title: “It’s Deck the Hall, not Deck the Peter,” (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Sam and Natasha put Y/N and Peter against each other in a hand to hand combat match, just minutes before guests will arrive for Tony Stark’s holiday party.

Word Count: 1532

A/N: Omg I had one ready and I was rereading it, and THEN I ended up not liking it so I scrapped it and rewrote. I LOVE THIS ONE I WROTE IT IN LIKE 45 MIN I JUST COULDN’T STOP! I hope you enjoy! NOTE: This has not been thoroughly edited so there may be some errors still.

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Imagine road trips with Chris.

A/N: Part 3 is hereeeeeeeee. :D Read Part 1/Part 2 here. I’m tagging @ateliefloresdaprimavera @widowsfics @xoxomioxoxo @imaginesofdreams @m-a-t-91 @katiew1973 @winter-tospring@mrs-captain-evans (I know you didn’t ask me for a tag but you caught my attention with your constant support. ❤️️) Tags are still open so inbox me if you want to be tagged.

You stared at your MacBook, at the open Pages document with your latest screenplay that was- in your standards- far from done, and watched the line blink. You reread the final scene for what felt like the hundredth time and still felt like something was missing. You were working on a romantic drama; a genre you would’ve written with ease three years ago, but not now. Let’s just say that since Chris became a part of your life, there has been a lack of dramatic experiences.

There was no such thing as perfect but Chris came pretty close to it; he was sweet and kind and compassionate and loyal. He loved you with everything he had and he always made sure you left him after each encounter with a smile on your face. You were living a fairytale so how were you meant to write a tragedy?

“What’s wrong?” Chris reached for your hand and pulled it to his lips. “You look stressed.” He mumbled against your skin then pressed a tender kiss to the back of your hand. “Well- more stressed than usual.”

“That’s ‘cause I am more stressed than usual.” You answered, taking your hand back from him. “I’ve been working on this script for- God knows how long and it’s still so-” you groaned exasperatedly, “unfinished. Alex will probably give me an extension but- it doesn’t matter because I don’t know how to write it.”

“I think you do know how to write it and you’re just overthinking again.” He said as you turned off your MacBook and put it in the backseat. “Baby,” he chuckled softly and entwined his fingers with yours when you reach for his hand, “you’re a really good writer. I know because I’ve read all your work, whether it’s your personal writing or stuff for work- it’s all good.”

“Your judgement is askew,” you chuckled softly.

“Because I’m your boyfriend?” He quizzed rhetorically. “How dare you?” He scoffed, feigning offense. “I don’t mix work with pleasure.” You rolled your eyes because that was how the two of you got together. “As an actor and a man who’s dabble with directing- I think I know good writing when I see it, and your writing is amazing.”

“Really?” You countered, trying not to laugh. “And how is my cooking?” You asked and answered for him. “Amazing, right? And my makeup skills? Amazing, also.” You answered before he could and he chuckled softly; you had a point. “And my photography skills? I believe you said that-”

“I’m sorry you’re perfect and amazing at everything.” He cut you off, trying not to smile. “God, it’s not my fault your parents made you so freaking flawless.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t contain your smile. “Sorry, you are flawed. You are a chronic over-thinker and a perfectionist, and not in a good way.”

“Yeah? Well- you’re too perfect and the reason I can’t get this script done.” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s a romantic drama and you don’t cause me enough heartache and angst to give me the experience I need to write it,” you told him and he laughed. “Honestly,” you bit back your smile as you pretended to scold him, “can’t you just be a douchebag for a second of your life?”

“You’re an idiot,” he shook his head, laughing.

“It takes one to know one.” You shot him a wink and kicked your feet up on the dash. “Speaking of, why’d you shave?” You raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged, rubbing his jaw with his hand. “I can’t believe you had time to, you basically dragged me out the door in my pajamas.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” he rolled his eyes. “You’re not in pajamas, are you.”

“Yeah, because I fought you to go get change first.” You grabbed the iPod and pulled up the playlist, narrowing your eyes at the unfamiliarity. “Kanye West, seriously?” You scrunched your face in annoyance and he laughed. “As a fan of Taylor Swift, I am not happy to see his music on here. Christopher Robert Evans,” you chuckled as you teased him, “I guess you’re not as perfect as I thought.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but it’s not mine.”

“So Captain America steals,” you smirked, “who would’ve thought?”

“Captain America has done worst than steal an iPod, and we’re borrowing.” He pulled his hand out of yours and tapped your knees. “Take your feet off the dash, Missy. Your feet are perfect but I don’t need your footprints on my dash to remind me.”

“Why are guys so protective over their cars?” You quizzed as you did what you were told, plugging out the iPod to plug in your iPhone so you could play music you actually wanted to listen to and could actually sing along to.

“We’re protect what we love, it’s an instinct.” He answered then glanced at you, smiling. “We’re protective over our girls too,” he told you. You chuckled softly as the memory of him causing a scene at the bar came back; another patron tried to hit on you- in a less than polite way- while you were getting a drink, and Chris- well, he was not happy. “But you already know that.”

“Yes, and I love protective Chris.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I also love caring Chris, he always takes care of me after I decide to go out and get wasted.” You said and he chuckled. “And reassuring Chris, he can always make me feel better about the things I feel worst about. I just- I love you,” you smiled at him.

“I love you too,” he smiled back.

“I’m actually really glad to be getting out of town,” you admitted and went back to fiddling with your music. You pulled up your 'Favorites’ playlist and put it on shuffle, the song that came up- 'I Do’ by Colbie Caillat- brought a smile on Chris’ face because it reminded him of his upcoming proposal. “I could use the distraction, it’s not like I’m going to do anything productive at home.”

“True,” he agreed with a nod. “Stress you would probably just pace the hallways while eating Fruit Loops straight from the box, or Gummi Bears. It’s quite disconcerting,” he glanced at you and chuckled when you rolled your eyes. “But you’re cute, so- I don’t mind.”

You tapped your finger on your lap to the beat of the song and smiled at how sweet the song was; it was an oldie but definitely a goodie. It was the perfect song to listen to, really, considering how many of your friends were about to do what the song said at their upcoming weddings. You loved weddings and you couldn’t wait till you finally had your own with Chris. It wasn’t a subject the two of you had to verbally discuss, the longing looks and knowing smiles were always enough. Both your parents and his had been begging the two of you to tie the knot for years now, but with his schedule and yours- the timing hasn’t always been what you needed it to be. It was fine, you weren’t in a rush; you loved him and he loved you, that was more than enough for now.

“I can’t wait for Carly and Ben’s wedding,” Chris said and drew you out of your thoughts. “I think it’s going to be lovely, even though it’s happening a week before Christmas. It’s strange, really. But- hey, each to their own.”

“I think a December wedding is nice, but- you’re probably right about having it clash with the holidays,” you agreed and he nodded with pursed lips. “Personally, I’d have a wedding in September. I always think a Fall wedding would be beautiful, don’t you?”

“Oh yes,” he smiled, “September sounds like a perfect time to have a wedding. We should probably put that in the books,” he told you and you narrowed your eyes with a confused smile on your face. “You know,” he glanced at you then turned back to the road to hide his excited smile, “for our future reference.”

“I’m not putting anything in the books until I see a ring on my finger,” you joked.

He reached for your left hand and drew it to his lips, pressing a kiss on your ring finger.

“Duly noted.”

College!AU Ken

find leo (here), ravi (here), hakyeon (here), & hongbin (here

  • major: pre-med (biology) 
  • minor: creative writing 
  • sports: soccer team
  • clubs: choir, campus literary journal writer 
  • probably the most outspoken, interesting, and clumsy pre-med student on campus and every lab teacher knows him for being an actual walking safety hazard because he loves experimenting with things he REALLY should not be experimenting with
  • like literally he was making the skeleton talk during a study of the vertebrates lab and the professor was like “….ken……do you have something to share?” and ken was just like “no…..ill be as silent as…..the dead……” as he waved the skeletons arm and the class was like om f g did he just pun @ the prof???
  • (yeah he did)
  • and like people tend to misjudge him based on his relaxed and funny aura and they’re like oh he probably skids through his classes with like D’s and C’s but that’s completely not true
  • like ken has a knack for the sciences, especially neurobiology because he finds things like dna sequencing fun???? and people are like nah he never studies but when you visit the library sure he might be goofing around with hongbin and ravi but then the minute they leave he’s got his head in his lab notebook and textbook
  • and like his grades on tests are always the highest???? and his labs are always crystal clear???
  • and even the professors are shocked by his ability to actually be serious 
  • also imagine ken in like a long white coat and lab goggles holding up a brain and being like “ah…..yes……..the Human Brain……a work of art….” ok let me stop
  • ken was rumored to have smuggled a puppy into one of his behavioral psych courses and when the dog barked ken would cough really loud and no one has confirmed this rumor but like ,,,, ravi told someone that he found dog treats under ken’s bed once,,,,,
  • ken’s literally on the soccer team to meme at leo like he actually isn’t that into soccer he just likes imitating leo’s roles from the plays he does on campus during practice and leo is like ken,,,just quit and ken just launches himself into leo’s arms like you don T me A N that I L ovE you and leo is just: silent screaming
  • he took creative writing as a minor because he loves writing stories about the weirdest shit ever and like his teachers dig it so much so does the on campus literary journal so now he has like a short story published every month and each one is crazier than the next it’s..,,,,amazing no one guess it’s by a pre-med student lmfao
  • but yes you meet ken on a study abroad actually and it’s in australlia out of all places like you guys are there on two different programs, he’s there with his neuro class and you’re there to do research for your major but like 
  • ken has no sense of direction so when you guys have off time you notice as you’re like walking around sydney that ken is standing smack dab in the middle of the street looking up at the sky and you’re like ,,,, isn’t that kid from my college???
  • and there’s a car coming and this boy isn’t moving and you’re like !?!?!??!!? but you don’t even think you like run and grab his hand and like pull him across the street and you’re like dude!!!! what the hell!!!
  • and he’s like oh o h i got distracted by the sky and in korea the light makes a noise and gives you time t- and you’re like boy we’re not in korea??? and he’s like yEah you’re right thanks for saving my ass (-:
  • and he’s so damn nonchalant about the whole thing that you’re like ok,,,he’s a little,,,,,weird
  • and you don’t think anything of it when you leave him after he says thanks but then that night you overhear professors talking in the hotel asking where ken is and you’re like i saw him today in the city and they’re like he hasn’t come back and you’re like oh….
  • and tbh you don’t know what compels you because like you’ve never been friends with him or even really talked to him but you like decide to just go back to the place from today to see if he might be there and 
  • to your surprise he is he’s standing (not in the street) but at the corner, jotting something down in his book and you like sneak up behind to see and you’re like heY
  • and he’s like holY SH I YO UScreaED ME 
  • and youre like oops but hey dude it’s past midnight come back to the hotel because the teachers are freaking out and he’s like oh lol i didnt notice the time but yeah ill go back in a second and you’re a little suspicious because from what youve seen so far he’s not good at paying attention so you’re like ill wait till your ready
  • and he smiles @ you and it’s like,,,,,the softest smile you’ve ever seen on a human and you’re like oh wait ok he’s weird a little just a little but he’s also really handsome what the heck
  • and ken keeps writing for a bit and you notice that he’s really tall actually with nice proportions and pretty hair and,,,,,,,ok he’s hot that’s the point
  • so finally he closes his book and he’s like all set!! the story is finished 
  • and you’re like story?? and ken’s like yeah, for the next magazine on campus ^^ and you’re like oh you’re a creative writing major?? and he’s like noooope pre-med
  • and you’re like PRE MED but then you’re like oh ,,, how did that happen and ken shrugs and he’s like idk im just good at science and being a doctor would be pretty rad yeah?? and you’re like ive never heard someone use doctor and rad in the same sentence but somehow ken’s making it work
  • and so you two walk back to the hotel and you’re kind of curious to read something he’s written so when you get back to your room you ask to see if any roommates of yours have an issue of the campus lit magazine and luckily someone has last months and you find ken’s story and like
  • you read it in bed and then reread and reread it again because it’s s O GOOD and it’s over the top but??? he has skill and the next morning at breakfast you find him and you’re like 
  • DUDE your stories are soooo good and ken gets all smiley over his pancakes like !!! they are? well i know they are, but what’d you like about them??
  • and ken wants to hear each and every last one of your opinions and you want to give them and somehow you and him end up talking till everyones already gone for the day 
  • and that is how your friendship starts on this study abroad and it’s cute you bond over his stories and then ken lets you read a bit of the one he’s started here in sydney and like there’s only a week left but
  • you and ken just grow close in an instant because he’s never dull to be around and after your respective classes you meet up to go on adventures in this undiscovered country and you learn about ken’s real genius when it comes to science and you two might not have the same interests but you click
  • like when you two walk, something just works there’s like an energy that draws you closer
  • and on the plane ride back you two even sit next to each other and spend a good amount of time making fun of the bad movie and when you wake up you see ken’s head on your shoulder and like ok frick you might like him more than you expected
  • but like even after just a week of knowing him you know how flirty and outgoing he is so you think like it’ll never work, like no one can really tie him down 
  • until you hear that the pre-meds are throwing this big party and the whole campus is invited but like you have to study so you hit up the empty library to get some work done and suddenly you hear a noise and when you look up??
  • it’s just ken??? except he’s obviously tipsy and like disoriented and he like leans against a bookshelf and drops down to his knees and youre like oh shit is he ok so you hurry over and you’re like ken??? ken!!! and you’re shakign his shoulders and ken’s like coming to and he looks up at you with glassy eyes and you’re like
  • duDE are you crying?? 
  • and he just reaches out and pulls you into his arms and you’re like !!!! and he whispers your name against your neck and he’s like ,,,,,i hate this,,,,i hate everyone thinking im an idiot
  • and you’re like ????? ken what are you talking about and he just kind of trips over his words and he’s like 
  • i hatE  that theY A ll think im SOME jokE to laugh at!!?  that i don’t work for this as much as they do ! like i dont really want to be a doctor,,,,
  • and your heart softens and you kind of let your hands settle around him and you’re like im sorry,,if it helps i know that you’re so smart and kind and you’re gonna be a great doctor and ken keeps silent for a moment until you think like you feel??? his lips on the side of your neck and you’re like k–k-ken
  • but then you pull back and this big kids actually just asleep and you’re like oh my god but also god bless because you’re totally red in the face
  • and so you text ravi and leo to help you get ken back to his dorm but before he passes out dead on his bed he mumbles your name and leo and ravi are looking at you like oH and you’re like GTG BYE TELL HIM TO CALL ME 
  • and the next day you get a call and it’s ken and he’s like heY i didnt say or do anything dumb yesterday right and your heart sinks but youre like dont worry dude!!! you were just drunk haha
  • but then ken is like hey,,,,,,can i see you alone today,,,,later and you’re like oh ok???
  • and you’re worried to death that he’s caught on to your feelings or something and tbh you meet in an empty lab room and he’s there finishing up work and you’re like knock knock you told me to come here??
  • and ken smiles and he looks so professional in the white coat with his glasses on that you almost think he’s a teacher but that’s not the point you’re like what’d you wanna talk to me about?? and he’s like oh i want to ask you something really really important
  • and you swallow like ok??? and he’s like ,,,,,
  • “since im studying to be a doctor,,,,,,is it ok if i,,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like omf what…is he going to say
  • and ken’s like on the verge of laughign he’s like “is it ok if i perform a full body exam on you……….im SORRY I couldn’t RESIST THE Pun”
  • and you’re kind of confused for a second but then you’re like blushing but also smacking him playfully like WHat ARE you SAYING 
  • and ken pins you against the counter of the lab desks and he’s like wiggling his eyebrows and it’s so funny but you’re also like are you serious???
  • and ken’s like im dead serious
  • and you’re like soooo does that mean you like me??? and ken’s like ,,,, wELL it’s a little more than just like ,….id diagnose myself with ‘lovestruck’ basically 
  • and you’re like that’s corny but whatever makeout with me
  • and ken’s like DONT MIND IF I DO 
  • and as much as i want to say you guys just do your thing there, ken’s like we can’t because the teacher is gonna come in 10 minutes to lock up the lab sO let’s do this somewhere more comfortable
  • but tbh like he’s a mess the minute he kisses you he’s just like my dorms too far your dorms too far you know what’s not far mY car that’s parked on campus let’s go
  • and like it’s ken so he’s large and so it’s a little uncomfortable but like at the same time he’s making you laugh the whole while and also just being really gentle and always asking if you’re ok and like whatever you don’t care where you are as long as you’re holding onto him
  • and it’s the same for ken like he whispers into your ear that that time he saw you in sydney, after you saved him when it was nighttime he couldnt even look at you because you were so beautiful against the backdrop of the moon
  • and you’re like god you’re so sappy like a real writer why are you becoming a doctor but you only say it to hide the fact that your heartbeats going wild
  • but since he’s pre-med ken can literally hear your pulse he’s like yeah uhuh says the one completely infatuated with me right now 
  • and you’re like kEN if we Bo th weren’t head over heels deep in for each other we wouldn’t be in this car right now doing this righ-
  • and ken just kisses you like yes yes i get it 
  • tbh it’d be hilarious you guys are too tired to go anywhere you sleep in the car and in the morning like ??? hyuk is knocking on the window and he’s like YO Ken hyung are you naked in there?? and ken’s like FRICK throws his lab coat over you and flips hyuk off through the window
  • “so you and ken are dating?” “yes ravi we are” “and you guys hooked up in his car?” “yes ravi we did.” “…….romantic.”
  • but like dont get me wrong ken treats you like royalty tbh dating ken would be gr8 because he’d only ever think about you and talk about you (he’d also study medicine but like you get what im saying)
  • and tbh his stories start getting more squishy and lovey-dovey and the lit journal editor is like damn ken did you get married or something you’re just seeing stars these days and ken’s looking at you like yEAH i guess i am
  • he’s a dork he’d show up to your dorm with like flowers at random times in the day and get down on his knees just to ask you to lunch
  • “ken check my temperature” “why?? do you feel hot??” “yes” “are you sick oh my g-wait……you didn’t mean it like that did you” “NopE - take your shirt off.”
  • going to ken’s soccer games and cheering for him and leo’s like he didn’t even score a goal and you’re like so what he’s the mvp and ken has you in his lap sticking his tongue out at leo like hEARd that im the M V P 
  • you and ken would just kiss a lot it’s freaking GR E A T 
  • also sometimes he’d just speak in really hard science terms when stressed and you’d have to soothe him by like gently patting his head and like letting him rest it in your lap
  • also like ken sings one day just like while you’re over at his dorm and he’s making some food and you spit your water out because holy hell ken you can sING 
  • and he’s like it’s a hobby (: and you’re like HOW ARE YOU Good at everything are you like actually a demi-god
  • and ken just gets all proud like mAYBe who knows aren’t you lucky to be dating a hunk like me
  • and you’re like shush before i throw this toast at you and ken’s like do it i bet i could catch it
  • the rest of the campus is like @ you how does it feel to be dating a real life meme and you’re like it’s amazing so you can all frick off
  • and then you like meet up with ken and he picks you up in his arms and you two walk off into the sunset except not really oyuyou’re going to starbucks to study for midterms RIP

anonymous asked:

Saw your personal post of your bookshelf and was wondering if you have any more books recs? (That is not Neil Gaiman's nor Terry Pratchett's 'cause I already added all of their books on my tbr list lol). I genuinely love your taste.

ahahaha I’m very flattered to hear that you trust my taste, thank you friend!! Definitely, definitely start with Discworld and Good Omens but here are some of my other all time favourites and some books that just stick out of the general mass to me, in no particular order:

the Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas - just an excellent freacking novel that somehow carried through as my main comfort book since childhood, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve reread it at this point but the last time was last December and boy does it just never lose its charm. Don’t get intimidated by the length, it reads very well (even my 9 year old self didnt find it boring hahaha) and the multiple interwoven storylines although complex are easy to follow.

Of Human Bondage by Somerset Maugham - tbh I didn’t expect to love this book as much as I did but it won me over, it’s a quasi-autobiographical coming of age story about a shy boy with a club foot going through many of life’s ups and downs and trying to find the meaning in it. Maugham’s writing style is just lovely and it’s one of those books where you’ll find incoherent thoughts, fears and other emotions that youd usually brush off and not even bother to acknowledge staring back at you perfectly put into words and you just feel understood.

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov - Easily an all time favourite. Religious satire, if you enjoy Good Omens, check this one out next. Premise: the devil comes to soviet-era Moscow, does some people-watching and throws a party. Bulgakov wrote it to be a caricature of soviet society but I think it nevertheless passes the test of time and will be enjoyable to anyone. As far as translations go, I checked out the Burgin & O'Connor one a few years ago and recommend that one, I found it does the book justice.

I, Lucifer by Glen Duncan -  Another religious fiction. To be entirely honest I’m not yet done with this one but halfway through I do already love it enough to recommend it. Lucifer is offered a chance at redemption, the condition being that he has to take over the body of a writer who had just committed suicide and live a virtuous human life as him, with a trial period of a month to decide if he wants to commit to it. So he decides “fuck it I’m just gonna have some fun and also write a book about what’s it’s like to be me”. It’s profanely hilarious, witty and very thought provoking.

The Humans by Matt Haig - Similar premise to the last one actually, but in this case an alien takes over a scientist’s body and the book is his observations on humans. Not to sound dramatic but tbh this book cheered me up during a very unpleasant time in my life, it’s maybe nothing too elaborate and special but made me look at some simple every day things in a different light, and reading it just felt like a very good, long and comforting hug.

Momo by Michael Ende - Just a really sweet, whimsical and lighthearted tale about Time, Death and the dangers of capitalism. It’s a short childrens’ book that really sticks with you for a long time after you put it down and I strongly recommend it to anyone.

Century by Sarah Singleton - I generally have a huge weakness for cyclic storylines, and this one is just so aesthetic. I find it very similar in mood to a lot of Gaiman, like the Graveyard Book, Coraline, the Ocean at the End of the Lane. It’s melancholic, creepy, beautiful, has a nice steampunk-ish mood to it and the kind of plot that is better discovered as you go rather than described beforehand.

The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly - This one is a bit on the “Edgier” side of fairy tale retellings that I’m usually strongly against, but BoLT struck a chord with me fsr. It’s very reminiscent in terms of atmosphere (and kind of plot too) of Over the Garden Wall. If you like the “more serious takes on fairy tales” genre, check it out!

The Secret History by Donna Tartt - This book is just. So damn immersive and picturesque. When a scene is described you feel as if you’re there. It’s basically a book about a murder that isn’t focused on the investigation but rather on all the events and characters involved in it, it’s more an aesthetic experience than a far reaching story. I fell in love with Donna Tartt’s slow pacing and long descriptions and awfully pretentious but tragically likeable characters.

the Chronicles of Amber by Roger Zelazny - An imo outrageously underrated sci-fi/fantasy series by a friend of George Martin’s, about a dysfunctional royal family fighting for the throne of their world. It’s a bit convoluted and would be long to describe but the world building in this series is absolutely incredible and very unique and different from most high-fantasy, I strongly strongly recommend it to all fans of more popular series like LoTR or ASoIF or Name of the Wind.

Night Watch series by Sergei Lukyanenko - Modern fantasy book series that I’ll forever have a soft spot for. The set up is that among regular humans there are some called Others that can manipulate energy and cast spells, and basically have varying levels of supernatural powers. These are divided into the Dark Ones and the Light Ones and both sides try to keep up a balance of good and evil in the world by surveying one another. That one too is a bit complicated to explain but it’s really interesting and the stories touch up on lots of different topics and have lots of fascinating reflections about morality done in an entertaining way through endearing and marvelously flawed characters. Here though, I don’t know how well the translation was done, sorry about that.

A general author recommendation is Christopher Moore’s stuff!! I’ve been making my way through his books to ease my Discworld withdrawal pains, and while I do still prefer Pratchett by ten miles, Moore’s books are genuinely laugh-out-loud hilarious and endearing.

Thank God For You

This is canon season 12 so obviously there’s Penny. Also, I’ve not reread so sorry for any mistakes!

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Can you imagine how wonderful it is to be in love? To be so deeply sure of your feelings for another person that you’re certain you want to spend the rest of your life with them?

Now can you imagine how devastatingly lonely it is to know that that person, the absolute love of your life, doesn’t feel the same? To live everyday knowing no matter what they say or how they try and pretend, even to themselves, you’re not what or who they ache for. You’ll never look right or sound right or feel right. You’ll never be right.

Because you’re not them.

Penny does. It’s something she lives with every single day and somehow, the more she loves Callie, the less she seems to love her back. The further away she slips and the closer to goodbye they tread.

Penny works ridiculously long hours these days. She often comes home to the girls asleep already, darkness engulfing their tiny apartment. Most times Callie has ‘accidentally’ fallen asleep with her mini-me, arms embracing each other tightly, Sofia contently curled into her mama as Callie’s arm reaches over her as though reaching for another body that will never be there.

Tonight though, with Sofia happily in Seattle with her mommy and Callie on early finishes, Penny had been delighted to be granted an evening off. She stopped off for her girlfriend’s favourite take out and wine, hoping they could have a cosy, romantic evening in.

Recently Callie had taken to teaching Sofia the piano. Penny had been frustrated at first, saying the huge thing took up so much space in their small home but the other woman was adamant and Sofia had taken to it like a pro. So she was used to the melodic sounds of Callie’s talented hands dancing accords the keys, even become to begrudgingly enjoy it despite not particularly being a music fan.

What she wasn’t used to, had never heard before, was the hauntingly beautiful sound of the older woman’s voice as she lost herself in words of a song she seemed so immersed in.

These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there’s just too much that time cannot erase.

Penny can’t see her but the words float through the crack in the door and surround her and somehow she knows she’ll never forget the sadness she can feel seeping from the other woman.

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears. When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears and I held your hand through all of these years but you still have all of me.

Penny reaches an arm out to steady herself against the couch and thinks silently to herself what a thing it must be to be loved so completely and irrevocably by this woman and wishes regretfully that she’d only get the chance to know.

~~
“Mama, mama, please can I put the special one on? Pleeeease?” Sofia flutters her long lashes, looking every bit as angelic as she always does with her wide brown eyes and dimples out in full force.

Callie can only give a throaty laugh and nod, ruffling her daughters silky hair, “yes mija, go ahead.”

Sinking into the couch, Callie crosses her legs, one hand holding her wine glass and the other resting in her lap as she watches her daughter, finally home from visiting her mommy.

“There. Perfect!” Sofia gives a toothy grin that is so amazingly like her mommy’s it makes Callie’s heart ache. She clambers onto the sofa next to her mama and they both admire their work.

The fairy lights sparkle against the huge green tree, a mixture of decorations collected throughout the years are neatly in place and the whole apartment smells like Christmas.

For a few moments everything feels a little bit okay.

“Hey guys! Wow, you two did a great job in here.” Penny leans over the sofa as soon as walks in, placing a kiss on Callie’s cheek and smiling at the two brunettes.

She wanders over to the tree, admiring the work the two had done and how homely it felt to be celebrating their very first Christmas. Something catches her eye though, something that makes her stomach curl in that way it does whenever a certain blondes name is mentioned.

Her fingers traced over the golden, glass bauble, over the three names written in fancy scrawl like they all belonged together. Like they were a family.

Callie
Arizona
Sofia

She doesn’t even know how it happens, she doesn’t even know it does happen until a distraught cry from a little girl breaks her trance and she realises that somehow the bauble is no longer on the tree and lays in shards, broken on the wooden floor by her feet.

Sofia looks as sad as Callie has ever seen her and it takes away the anger she feels at her girlfriend, the pain at her daughters sorrow surrounding her in a completely different way. The youngest brunette is desperately trying to pick up the broken pieces and Callie has to hurry to stop her from cutting her tiny fingers.

“Sof’, sof’ honey, come here. Come on.”

Sofia hurries over to her mamas arms, trying to get words out as her little chest heaves and as she watches, Penny feels absolutely awful.

“Mama it’s broken, daddy’s love is all broken.”

“Oh baby, it’s okay. It’s still there, daddy’s love is still always, always with you. Just like we always told you.”

Through sniffles she asks, “can I speak to mommy?”

Callie pushes back dark black hair from the young girls face, the backs of her fingers softly caressing damp cheeks as she nods, “of course mi amor. Go get your pjs on and and I’ll meet you in bed with the phone, okay?”

She doesn’t stop to look at her girlfriend, she doesn’t even blink in her direction as she climbs up from the floor, grabbing her phone and following her daughter. The slam of the bedroom door lets Penny know she won’t be seeing either brunette for the rest of the night and a tiny part of her is so drained, she wants to crush the rest of the glass to unrecognisable shards with the sole of her shoe.

Sofia rummages through her drawers, finally finding what she’s looking for. Clad in her pink flannel pyjamas, eyes red and puffy, she clambers into her bed, clinging to her mummy’s sweater that still smells just like home. Sofia cuddles into her mama and grabs the phone, waiting for her mommy’s face to finally appear.

When it does, both mother and daughter breathe a sigh of relief.

Arizona is beaming, eyes taking in the once familiar sight of the two brunettes curled up together and full of love. The smile drops quickly once she takes in her daughters tearful eyes and puffy cheeks and immediately she switches to protective mode.

“Hey my sweet girl, what’s got you in such a tiz, huh?”

“Mommy… mommy,”

Arizona nods quickly, sitting closer to the screen as though that somehow brings her closer to her precious little girl, “I’m here, Sof, right here. You can see me good, huh? You can see I’m right here. All yours. Can you tell me what’s making you so sad? Can you do that for me?”

Blue eyes flicker to her ex wife’s for a minute, watching the guilt brimming in her eyes. She’s not entirely sure if it’s for whatever’s causing their daughters sadness or for keeping them so far apart in moments like this.

“Daddy’s love broke, mommy. The glass Christmas ball that we hang up every year with all our names on it.”

Arizona nods, feeling dread in the pit of her stomach at what she assumes is about to come, “I know the one, sweetheart. I remember daddy buying it your very first Christmas for his best girl.”

“It got broken, mommy. Mama and me put up the big tree and all the decorations and when Penny came home she dropped daddy’s love to the floor and it broke.”

Arizona notices that Callie won’t look at her and she has to bite back her anger at how this could have happened.

“Oh Sofia, love, I’m so sorry that your daddy’s present got broken. I’m sorry that you’re hurting.”

Sofia wipes her eyes on Arizonas sweater, holding it close to her face, “you said it was his love, mommy. A big ball of all his love. Where does the love go now?”

The desperation in her daughters eyes and in her voice settles in Arizona’s heart, taking hold and making itself at home.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet girl. it’s okay. That love is all around you, always. It’s everywhere you are, my beautiful girl. Because I’ve never seen anyone love anything the way your daddy loves you. He waited his whole life for you, Sof. You were all the good things in all the world wrapped up in his little Sofia and he wanted to be with you every minute of every day. And that’s how I know he’s always close. He’s watching you all the time, honey. Every time you play soccer, when you open all your Christmas presents, when you get a gold star at school, daddy is cheering you on because he loves you so, so much baby. You were his dream. Okay? You were his dream just like you were mama’s dream.”

The tired girl seems to take in those words, accepting her mommy’s promises as absolute truth.

“And yours?”

“Sofia, you and mama and even your daddy were better than any dream I’ve ever had. You’re my whole world and I love you.”

“I love you too mommy,”

“Whenever there’s a time we can’t be together-” Arizona smiles and Sofia gives her a genuine, loving one in return, “just keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever,” she finishes with a yawn.

A few more minutes of quiet whispers and Sofia is fast asleep. Her small hand still grips Arizonas old sweater and she cuddles closely in to her mama.

Quiet lingers between the two women and botch know they should hang up but neither can bring themselves to.

“Are you okay?” Arizonas tone is soft, gentle and warming and it brings Callie some peace.

“I miss- I miss everything.”

“I do too.”

And that’s all that really needs to be said.

~~

It’s quiet the next afternoon. Penny had left early for work and Callie had been preparing lunch for the two of them. Her usually loud, energised little girl was subdued and quiet most of the morning and all Callie wanted to do was cheer her up.

Heading into the youngsters bedroom, she quickly comes to a halt at what she finds. Sofia sits on her bed, mesmerised at what she is watching. On the screen is an old homemade movie from years back when Mark was video camera obsessed and Callie’s heart twists painfully at the sight as she leans against the door, hand flat across her chest. She quickly moves and switches it off, holding her hand out for Sofia,

“Come and eat some lunch with your mama.”

The two eat together at the breakfast table, a whole buffet of their favourite foods and Callie’s relieved to see a smile back in place on her daughters lips.

“Mama, did you love mommy?

Callie drops her fork and it clatters loudly against her plate. With wide eyes, she quickly picks it back up, clearing her throat with a cough.

“I…I did, baby girl. I loved your mommy so very much.”

“Why did you fall out of love with her? Will you fall out of love with me too?”

“That can never, ever happen Sof. Never. When you really love someone it can never, ever stop. It never goes away. No matter what.”

Sofia nods, smiling almost triumphantly, “that’s what mommy said too.”

~~
Callie hasn’t answered any texts but she knows her girlfriend won’t be home for hours and she finds herself drawn all day to the same hidden away box her daughter had been.

She picks at disk at random, sitting crossed legged on the floor in front of their big tv as she puts it into the DVD player.

Laughter fills the whole room, Marks face suddenly huge across the screen.

“Torres!” He’s looking at the camera he’d had for a while now, his face right against the lens, making Callie laugh tearfully.

“How do I flip this thing around again?”

Callie suddenly comes into view, rolling her eyes at her best friend, “your daddy’s a goof, Sof,” she says to the camera, “good job you got two brilliant mama bears to keep you on track, little legs.”

Mark gives a hurt “hey!” and Callie laughs loudly, sticking her tongue out at him.

Suddenly the camera goes black and when it’s switched back on, Callie is clearly behind it. She remembers this day so incredibly well.

Sofia, we’re gonna be really quiet and catch your mommy in the act, okay?“ She whispers to the device as though it’s her daughter, “she swears she doesn’t keep creeping in here for extra cuddles but she’s lying because she’s a huge baby hog. Right mommy?”

Arizona comes into view, cradling a tiny, sleeping Sofia to her chest, breathing gently against her neck. The blonde looks up and smiles, hair in a messy pony tail and wearing some old shorts and a vest top. She looks radiant.

“It’s not my fault she’s so yummy,” she whispers and the camera zooms in on the floor for a moment as Callie obviously leans in for a kiss.

Placing their sleeping baby back in her Moses basket, Arizona laughs as Callie pulls her through to the front room, still filming despite her protests. She places the camera on a shelf and now all that can be seen is their waists, bodies close together, arms wrapped around each other as they laugh joyfully and slow dance to the background noise of the radio.

Callie’s hand comes to her chest to reach for a necklace that is no longer there, her big brown eyes overflowing with tears as she focuses so intently on the memories. She remembers exactly how Arizonas forehead had rested against her own, how they had stolen kisses and shared tender words before falling into bed, the camera left playing in another room as other needs took over.

She’s so focused on what she’s watching that Callie doesn’t hear Penny come home and she doesn’t hear her quickly leave again either.

~~
Callie is relieved to finish her shift, happy to finally relax with a new journal and a large glass of wine. Legs curled up under herself, she barely looks up when Penny sits beside her, close but really not close at all.

“Callie?”

“Mhmm?”

Penny is sitting forward on the edge of the couch and it makes the other woman finally place down her book and face her.

“Do you think… do you think if we’d met at another time, in some other place or without so much history, we would have made it?”

Callie’s eyes sheen with tears immediately, her voice broken and husky with angst and guilt and Penny thinks almost relief, “what?”

“It’s okay, Callie. Really, I’ve made peace with it. Sort of. It’s okay. But you have to too. You have to accept that she’s your one or she’s going to slip past you and you’ll live the rest of your life like… well, like this. And you don’t deserve half a life, Calliope Torres. You truly don’t.”

“Penny-” Callie doesn’t say anything else because she really doesn’t know how to. She can’t claim that what’s being said isn’t completely true, she can’t live a lie any longer. So she lets herself cry, grabbing her now ex girlfriends hand, “I’m so sorry, Penny. I’m so sorry.”

And she is.

~~
It takes three days for Callie to gather the courage to call Arizona. And even then she almost backs out. Before she can hang up though, her call is connected and the always familiar drawl of her name floods her senses.

“Morning Calliope. You do realise it’s 5am here, right?”

“I’m sorry if I woke you, Arizona. I just need to ask a favour.”

“It couldn’t wait til a more normal time?” Arizona yawns and Callie has to clench her eyes closed as she imagines the other woman stretching in bed, tank top rising up to give her a miraculous view of her toned stomach.

“It waited too long already.”

“Okay? Whatever you need, Callie.”

Taking the plunge, Callie breathes deeply and jumps, “you.”

“Yeah I got that part but I’m gonna need some more words, hon.”

“Arizona, I need you. I need you to not be across the country when our daughter is sad. I need to fight over new furniture and whose turn it is to take out the trash. I need to go to sleep with you and wake up with you and be with you. I need to massage your leg when it’s hurting and let you rub my feet when I’m exhausted. I need it all and I think you do too and also I need you to pick us up from the airport later on because we’re kinda homeless and I love Meredith but if I have to live with her again, I’ll kill her.”

She’s met with silence and only shocked, heavy breathing and Callie thinks the wait it going to drive her insane.

“Calliope Torres. You’re the- the- the biggest pain in my ass I have ever met. And thank god for you.” She’s tearful and her voice breaks and Callie’s heart feels entirely full as she listens to the blondes whispers,

“Thank god for you.”

So @moyabird​ sent me a message requesting more of this prompt fic about a forced marriage between Credence and Graves. (Originally a request from @kamikazesoundsociety who is too good to me, tbh). Technically what I wrote is longer than I would usually post on Tumblr and also it’s totally unedited.

But this is what I did with my weekend.

WARNINGS: idk I implied lots of sketchy stuff but no one does anything sketchy. It’s blink and you’ll miss the implication sketchy.

Rated T for heavy kissing.


“I could officiate the ceremony,” Seraphina says, after she’s put Credence back in a cell with armed guards.

“And?” Percival asks.

“Well,” she begins. “There are certain ways to enchant objects — a ring, perhaps — which limit the wearer’s magic. Something which would prevent him from using his magic against you or any of us.”

Percival looks at her. He knows the kind of magic she’s speaking about. It has an ugly history: It was last legally used on a wizard who was found guilty of using magic in assistance of a No-Maj revolt in Louisiana in 1811.

It seems to be an endorsement of how serious Seraphina finds this problem that she would even suggest it.

“Absolutely not,” Percival says.

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