that look i am a puddle of love

GODDAMNIT THAT WAS PERFECT AND I AM SO MANY EMOTIONS AT THE SAME TIME IDK WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT BUT LIKE 

FIRST OF ALL, CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW KILLIAN JONES JUST LOOKS MILDLY IRRITATED AT POTENTIALLY BEING BURNED AT THE STAKE?

AND EMMA SWAN BURSTS IN, IN TRUE EMMA SWAN FASHION. WITH ONE THIRD OF A PLAN AND A TON OF FUCKING LET’S DOOOOO THIS!

AND KILLIAN IS LIKE OMG IS THIS A FUCKING DREAM EMMA EMMA EMMA EMMA

HE FOLLOWS HER THROUGH A PORTAL JUST LIKE HE DID WHEN THEY FIRST GOT TOGETHER. ALWAYS FOLLOWING HER HOME.

THIS WAS AMAZING BECAUSE HE’S LITERALLY RIGHT ON TOP OF HER AND HE MUST BE HEAVY BUT EMMA’S JUST LIKE YESSSSSS MY PIRTAE IS BACK IN MY ARMS

AND THEY JUST HAVE EYES FOR EACH OTHER. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT? REGINA AND HENRY HELP THEM UP BUT THESE TWO ASSHOLES

CAN ONLY LOOK AND TALK TO EACH OTHER AND CANNOT STOP FUCKING TOUCHING. THIS WHOLE SCENE, THEY’RE CONSTANTLY TOUCHING AND IT HURTS ME. LOOK AT THIS TENDERNESS LIKE THE FUCKKK

AND HER GIVING HIM HIS HOOK BACK BECAUSE SHE KNOWS HOW THAT MUST BE BOTHERING HIM AND YOU CAN TOTALLY TELL HOW INTIMATE OF A MOMENT THIS IS BECAUSE REGINA IS LOOKING AWAY THE WHOLE TIME BECAUSE THIS IS SO COUPLE-Y AND INTIMATE AND THE FUCKING FUCK

AND STILL THEY ONLY LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER AND EMMA’S PUTTING HIS HOOK ON FOR HIM AND I JUST DIE BECAUSE HOW MANY TIMES HAS SHE DONE THIS ALREADY? EARLY IN THE MORNING, PUTTING IT ON FOR HIM BEFORE KISSING HIM GOODBYE OR TAKING IT OFF AT NIGHT WHEN THEY GET HOME AND HIS ARM IS DRAPED AROUND HER ON THE SOFA AND SHE JUST PULLS IT OFF AND I AM JUST IMAGINING A MILLION MOMENTS AND IT IS KILLING MEEE

THE APOLOGIES WERE FUCKING PERFECTION. 

AND THE FACT THAT THEY BOTH APOLOGISED FOR THEIR MISTAKES AND THEIR OWN FEARS IN THE FIGHT THEY HAD AND THE BOTH OF THEM UNDERSTANDING ONE ANOTHER’S FEARS TOO LIKE HOW PERFECT

AND THEN THIS. FUCKING THIS. I KNEW IT WAS COMING. I WAS NOT READY AT ALL. LIKE AND HE EVEN SAID BEFORE I GET THROWN INTO ANOTHER PORTAL AND LIKE REGINA AND HENRY LEAVE BECAUSE IT’S AN INTIMATE MOMENT AND THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT WHY ARE THEY SO PERFECT

AND THE RIGHT WAY THIS TIME HE SAYS. FUCK ME DEAD OK?

AND THIS SPEECH. CARVE IT INTO MY FUCKING SOUL BECAUSE IT CANNOT GET BETTER THAN THIS. HE’S ASSURING HER, PROMISING HER THAT SHE CAN BE CERTAIN OF THE ONE THING SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN AFRAID OF HER WHOLE LIFE. THAT HE WILL NEVER ABANDON HER. THAT HE WILL BE BY HER SIDE, ALWAYS. SHE CAN BE CERTAIN OF THIS FACT.

THE SKY IS BLUE AND THE GRASS IS GREEN AND KILLIAN JONES WILL ALWAYS BE ON EMMA SWAN’S SIDE.

THIS LOOK KILLS ME. HE IS SO IN LOVE WITH HER AND I AM SO FUCKING HURT.

*THROWS THINGS* FUCK THIS. FUCKING FUCK THE SMILING AND THE CRYING AND THE PURENESS OF THIS MOMENT.

WILL YOU MARRY ME, HE ASKS. AS THOUGH SHE COULD EVER SAY ANYTHING BUT YES. LOOK AT HIS STUPID HAIR AND HIS STUPID EYES FULL OF HOPE AND HIS LIPS IN A HALF SMILE. LOOOOOK

AND THEN SHE FUCKING–SHE FUCKING KNEELS TOO. 

OF COURSE SHE SAID YES BUT FUCKING LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY ARE I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I HAVE BEEN BLESSED ONCE MORE TO SEE THIS HAPPEN IN THE WORLD.

THE PURE, WONDERFUL BEAUTY OF KILLIAN JONES AND EMMA SWAN IN LOVE.

THE FUCK IS THISSSSSS. THE SMILING AND THE FACE TOUCHING AND THE SMILING AND THE FOREHEAD LEANING AND THE SMILING UGHH

SHE’S MUSSED UP HIS HAIR AND SHE WON’T STOP TOUCHING HIMMMM 

THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HIM WHEN HE’S NOT LOOKING? THAT SLAYS ME MORE THAN ANYTHING EVER. SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH. LOOK AT THOSE EYES.

LOOK AT THEMMM *THROWS MORE THINGS*

AND FUCKING SNOW WHITE AND PRINCE CHARMING WENT INTO A SLEEPING CURSE

TO SAVE HIM AND HE’S LIKE FUCKING FUCK BECAUSE WHO WOULD EVER AND HE’S GOT SO MANY PEOPLE WHO LOVE HIM NOW AND HE’S JUST OVERWHELMED

BUT THEY NEVER LET GO OF EACH OTHER’S HANDS KILL ME DEAD

I AM NOT A HUMAN ANYMORE.

MY BODY IS A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR.

HELP, I NEED A HUG.

-A POEM BY A DECEASED FANGIRL

I think of you.
I wish I didn’t.
I wish the rainy season in my head
Didn’t cause flashbacks.
Flashbacks of you and I
Kissing in flames of desire,
Making me burn up with the warm breaths
You would breath into my lungs.
Dammit I wish I could forget the
Way I looked under your glowing ember eyes.
You. You. You.
It’s always going to be you.
I made you into the hero,
My white knight
Here to slay my depression.
I somehow romanticized you
Into love because I remember how your kisses
Felt like a pinch
Here To distract
Me from another pain somewhere else inside me
I know now you were nothing but a band aid.
You just covered my wounds
You did no actual healing.
Oh but dammit
It is hurricane season and his love
Doesn’t act like umbrella
Like Your love did.
And dammit
It’s pouring inside my head-
He doesn’t know how to keep me warm
He doesn’t know how to pinch me
Dammit he is a stranger to depression
And you are a warm friend.
I need a kind greeting when I get to the door
But he only offers bad directions.
I am not asking for him to make the monsters go away
I’m only asking that he sit with me
While they visit.
But he thinks the darks spots in me
Are just the places
That need light.
He can’t see me in them
You knew my black
And called it my night
You told me that everyone needs
A dark place to rest every once a while.
Dammit you ruined me.
No one will ever get to map out my heart
Because it will only lead back to you.
I am just a bridge to you
Sorry I was a bridge to you
You lit your half on fire
I am just a burnt crisp of wood
That used to belong to something
That is longer existing.
Parts of me are no longer existing.
He tries to rebuild me
But the manufacturer
Is out of commission.
I am like a car without a roof
He can’t take me out in the rain.
I am thinking of you
And when you told me
That you were going to my life raft when
Waves took me under.
Well my heart is drowning
And he doesn’t know where
You left the boats
He doesn’t know where to dive in.
I am just a swimming pool of self loathing
Dammit
He can’t see where to put the love to save me.
I’m thinking of you.
Dammit
It will only ever be you.
In the monsoon raging in me
You are a bolt of lighting
And I am just another clash of thunder
Rumbling out in the distance after you.
Dammit.
Sometimes when the storm is pounding
I look into the puddles it’s created
In my reflection
I only see you.
Dammit
I wish the rain drops didn’t feel so much like
Your kisses.
If they didn’t maybe I could let it wash me away
But the landslide only brings me
To the places you once were.
I am just another abandon beach;
My heart is just another place you once were.
—  You were my shelter in the storm but you have left my heart homeless.
Imagine Your OTP

Imagine your OTP Dragon Shape-shifter edition

-Imagine that one member of your OTP is a Dragon Shape-shifter 

-maybe they still possess dragon-like qualities in human form??? (horns, scales, tail, pointed ears, tall, deep voice, red/yellow eye color)

- Person A (dragon) meeting Person B for the first time and seeing them spit/drool and getting suPER EXCITED LIKE YOU CREATE WATER FROM YOUR MOUTH????? THAT’S SO COOL

- Person A puffing out a bit of smoke whenever they get flustered and when they are around Person B they just start spewing smoke everywhere

 - Person A shape-shifting in Person B’s house and breaking something and when they see their face they get all worked up like i’m sO SORRY I CAN FIX THAT LET ME BUY YOU ANOTHER ONE

- Person A taking Person B on cliche romantic flights

-Person A being super confused by human beds like how do you sleep on those they look so uncomfortable here come sleep on my horde this is much better

-Person A sneezing and lighting something on fire

-Person A trying to give Person B a romantic dinner but they’ve only eaten raw steak so they try and cook it themselves with their fire breath and Person B ends up having to force their entire plate of burnt meat down because they don’t want to disappoint Person A who keeps asking them how they like it

-Person B makes the horrible mistake of trying to take Person A on a trip to the beach and Person A spends the whole time jumping around at the edge of the ocean just scREAMING

-lots of cuddling in the winter because Person A is sO WARM 

-Person A flying Person B up to really high places to watch sunsets/meteor showers

-Person A collecting shiny things and making a horde in Person B’s basement

-Person A placing Person B on top of the horde and calling them their “Princess”

-Person A pretending to drop Person B while flying and laughing until Person B starts crying

-hahaha you actually thought i was gonn- wait nO STOP CRYING MY PRINCESS I’M SO SORRY

-Person A being super possessive of Person B like perSON B IS MINE HOW DARE YOU TALK TO THEM

-Person A aggressively cuddling Person B so that they can’t get out of bed and leave them to go to a boring place humans call work like why would you go to work when you can stay with me-wAIT NO PLEASE STAY

-Person A leaves little gifts for Person B everywhere and usually they are weird things like coins or a shiny buttons

-it’s raining and Person B loves the rain so Person A has to pretend it’s not physically painful for them to jump in puddles and dance around without an umbrella

-Person A getting really offended when Person B calls them cute like no i am the nIGHT I AM DARKNESS I AM FIRE I AM DEATH FEAR ME

-Person A and Person B having a kid and Person A collects all the flowers they pick and their little crayon drawings and macaroni art and friendship bracelets so that their horde begins to look very different and when someone mentions this to them Person A picks up a crayon drawing of a dragon and smiles and whispers “this is treasure to me now”

(bonus: imagine Person A and B having to handle a tiny dragon child that cannot control their fire breath.)

GOD THIS SONG FUCKED ME UP MORE THAN ANY OTHER SO MUCH LIKE JUST THE MUSIC AND THE LYRICS AND THE EMMA SWAN OF IT ALL WAS THE END OF ME

LIKE GOSH DAMN FUCK SHE STARTED SINGING AND THOSE PIANO NOTES FROM THE THEME AND I HAD GOOSEBUMPS AND IMMEDIATE TEARS IN MY EYES

I AM SO FUCKING EMOTIONAL ABOUT EMMA SWAN OK? LIKE SHE’S BEEN ALONE AND SHE’S BEEN ABANDONED SO MUCH AND STILL SHE LOVES SO FUCKING MUCH AND SHE CARES SO MUCH AND SHE JUST HAS SO MUCH EMPATHY FOR EVERYONE EVER AND SHE LOVES HER FAMILY ENOUGH TO DIE FOR THEM WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT AND I JUST– SHE DESERVES THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD AND MORE OK?

THE WAY HER VOICE CRACKS WHEN SHE SINGS THE LINE ABOUT EVERYTHING BEING HOPELESS KILLS ME SO FUCKING MUCH UGHH ALSO ALSO FUCK CAN WE TALK ABOUT HENRY

AND HOW HE’S HERE AND HOW MUCH I LOVE THAT THIS IS COMING DOWN AGAIN TO HENRY AND EMMA BREAKING A CURSE AND IT’S HENRY WHO GETS EMMA TO BELIEVE

AND FIND THE SONG AND THE POWER THAT’S BEEN INSIDE OF HER ALWAYS LIKE FUCKING WHAT A CALLBACK, WHAT A PARALLEL, I AM FUCKING DEAD AND CRYING SO FUCKING MUCH GODDAMN

AND THIS FUCKING MOMENT! THEY PLACED A SONG INSIDE MY HEART MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU LIKE JMO ACTED THE FUCK OUT OF THIS AND I AM HURT IN MY HEART PLACE BECAUSE LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL EMMA SWAN BELIEVING IN THE POWER OF HOPE AND MAGIC AND THE BEST PART, BELIEVING THAT IT’S BEEN INSIDE HER THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME

AND HER SINGING TO HER PARENTS ABOUT RUNNING AND FUCK ME UP

AT THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT THEM LIKE WHAT IS THIS EMOTION IN MY HEART TAKE IT AWAY

I KNOW WHAT I’M LIVING FOR AND SHE LOOKS AT HENRY WHILE HOLDING HER PARENTS’ HANDS AND OMGGGGG AND THEN FUCKING SHE IMMEDIATELY LOOKS AT KILLIAN FUCKING JONES AND THIS IS WHERE I TRULY LOST IT 

BECAUSE PLS YOU DO NOT HAVE EMMA SWAN SINGING THE LINE I’M NO LONGER SEARCHING AND HAVE HER WALK TOWARD KILLIAN JONES IF YOU WANT TO SEE ME IN AN UPRIGHT POSITION. I AM SORRY, THIS IS NOT HAPPENING, I AM NOW A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR

AND FUCKING SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH LOOK AT HER GOODAMNIT WHAT IS THISSSSSSSS

THE REUNION HUGS THOUGH LIKE THIS FAMILY WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME ALSO PLS NOTE KILLIAN JONES WAITING HIS TURN BUT HE CAN’T GET HIS EYES OFF HIS SWAN EVEN FOR A MOMENT FUCKKKK

AND HER FUCKING SMILE WHEN SHE’S LIKE YOU WERE WITH ME MY WHOLE LIFE LIKE THE FUCKKKKKK

AND THEN THE FUCKING HUGGG AND I KNOW WHAT’S COMING NEXT BECAUSE I SAW THE START OF THE TRANSITION BUT OMG GUYS I AM SOOOO NOT READY HELPPPP

Mr. Downing, oh Mr. Downing...

Have you ever fallen in love again? Well I did tonight. Look what Mr. Downing did:

The look of a man who knows he did good:

I can’t believe he had ‘He Knows He Needs to Stop’ printed. I can hold it in my hands. My mom will finally be able to read it because he printed ten extra copies. Apparently AO3 is a bit much for Mama Downing. 

Thank you so much, @mrdowning. I love you.

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iqueenbeeuniverse said: hic; idk if you write such weird things, but i’d like to read something with vampire moriarty (yup, badass vampire moriarty). megh, what’s wrong with me .-. ;d

A/N: This is my first time writing this kind of thing so if it seems really weird and cringy, then I am sorry.



He ran under the cover of moonlight to the spot where he would always sit to see the gorgeous human being walking down the frosty streets. The bright lights of the streetlamps lit the walk and the human was covered in the silvery moonlight. He tried to leave the human alone but he couldn’t. He was like a moth drawn to a flame and you were the fire burning brightly in his heart. Usually, he picked the prettiest ones to eat. He loved to hear the muffled screams of his victims as his pearly white teeth sank into their flesh. You were different. He was yet to learn your name however he would soon… He’d make sure of that.

 

 

You felt the gaze of someone upon you. You looked around but you saw no one. The dark always gave you the chills. You quickened your pace as you felt very insecure. Suddenly, you came to a halt as a cold hand grabbed your wrist spinning you around. You gasped out of shock.

“Hello, beautiful,” The man said. He had a pale complexion and dark hair. His teeth seemed to shine and he and two large hands. A bit cliché was what you thought.

“Who are you?” You asked shakily.

He laughed. “My dear, you should be asking what am I?” He forced you look into a puddle which had formed earlier due to the rain. A streetlight illuminated it.

“Is this some form of trick?” You could see yourself however there was no one stood by you.

“No trick, my love.”

“Don’t call me that.” The demand came out as more of a plead. His grip would not loosen.

“Okay then.” He chuckled. “What would you like me to call you?”

“Y/N…”

“Y/N. What a lovely name. James Moriarty, at your service. Or, more likely, you’re at mine.”

Can we take a minute to talk about this? Look at this man’s hand in this pic…I mean, come on. Huge…not like shovel huge or like oar huge but HUGE none the less. And those thick fingers. Jesus. The thought of the damage those fingers can do, especially fingers that can coax such lovely sounds out of a guitar, makes me melt into a puddle as I type. Take a moment to stare and marvel at the beauty of Niall James Horan’s instrument of pleasure…don’t forget there’s another one that is equally as talented. 😉  😏  👅

The cartoon hearts are hospitalized. She pulls her parachute & fractures gently into darkness. The girl I loved is a graveyard.

Nobody laughed when I got out the gun. Nobody paid me any mind. Even then, my baby was running out of me like yolk. It


puddled, a prostituted mess of hemorrhage. I cradled the viscous child in my hands to the clinic & dumped


it in the trash: lifeless at last.


Cops don’t look at me. I am a cockroach made for squishing. Let time change her face; make her mine. Without God,


angels are criminals of the medical kind. Glory holes for eyes, lazy idolatry featuring a parasite at your party:


two pixel-slick girls ease into blackout.


Burnt breakfast, black thread of child death, I shot heroin to locate the part of me that didn’t want to kill.


As it turns out, heartmeat cannot be auctioned off & bought by suits. The meat is whole, yes, & full of maggots.


Chronically a killer. I leave the filthy fucks & the filth follows me out, powdering my teeth pink.


I walk into a room full of men — I think, How many rape women, hate women, would love to make an example outta me—


No. Was made to be ruined, to be bored & bent by boys in a blue firefly glass. Girl love is dark with god.


Girl love eats my ovaries dry & wide, a tongue mutilated with want. We were


glamorous, then: naked, early morning’s plastic, church breath left at the edge of my cruel & nasty fits,


the ones where I debased my body to become hollow & anger, tender opiate, immolated us both in her


forsythia-caked crypt. Desiccated,-


smoking cowboy killers, though not a killer yet (like I was), you locked me in your lash while I shot up in


the kitchen, away from you. We were victims of self- repulsion. The lengths we went to


to be dead — the choices you left me with, when you thought a kiss was a contract.


What we are now is foul: paralyzed by pairs of pantyhose, takeout cartons


stacked, head to head, like when she haloed over my disgust- ing body, breasts smashed, creeps & their wildflowers.


Our love was left to rot. Now I am a maladaptive morgue, strange holes in the ceiling for centipedes to settle down.


The last night you dreamt of me was in May. It rained as it does in Paris — fickle, cubed ices. Finally,


buried, our sex swathed with crystal mdma & endless, endless questions — face-fucking could not redeem me.


Neglect, cold milk in your cords, shaped my suicide: no longer a hand but a mouth. Easier to understand. You deserve


a man — after all, loving me will not land you in heaven. & I so bad, so gutting, purged of fat — having had none of the sad, holy warts to scream & stomp about — need you there,


even if I’m still shooting heroin in a cool, cream womb. Even if I become some late-night news criminal, a violet corpse to coat


your television. Even if all I’ve ever been (not dogheart,


not parasitic possession, not a angel, no, that you ever prayed would visit) If all I’ve ever been to you


is a carcass with which to cut your love,


brick some dark sugar that I mainline & make a mother of,


I need you to be in heaven. Even if I’m not there to see you off.


Especially then.

—  “Girl Love,” Giana Angelillo
Three is Enough

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where a sonogram was misread and the child they have (their third) turns out to be a girl instead of a boy. They had a boy’s name in mind that the reader didn’t like, but relented to anyway, because she chose the names of their twins. When the boy’s name doesn’t have to be used, she is secretly happy and ends up telling Spencer. @coveofmemories

                                                             ——-

“Push!” your OBGYN said. “One more time and you’ll get to meet your baby boy!”

“Fuck!” you screamed, bearing down as your lower half burned with pain. With one final push, you felt him leave your body and immediately you started to cry. This is exactly what happened with the boys, Alexander and Oliver, too. As soon as Alexander came out, you’d started sobbing, well - like a baby - and could barely contain yourself to get Oliver out of you too, but thankfully, you’d done enough to get him out and then dissolved into a puddle of wet, happy tears.

“Well, Dr. and Mrs. Reid,” the OB said, “I am excited to say you have a happy, healthy baby girl. Something must’ve been obstructing the sonogram.”

“Oh my god,” you cried. “Hi…Harper?” You looked toward Spencer; it was the name you’d settled on when you weren’t sure of the sex of your new bundle of joy. You wanted to make sure that name was still okay with him; you loved it.

“Harper,” he said, kissing the top of her tiny, little head. “I still love it. Hi baby.” As he grazed the peach fuzz on her forehead, she started to calm, sinking into your arms. Spencer leaned over, pressing a firm kiss to your pursued lips. “She’s beautiful. And now we have a girl too. Do you want me to go get the boys?”

“Not yet,” you sighed, finally feeling the crash from the adrenaline high you’d just experienced. “I think I need to sleep for a little bit.”

Spencer stared in awe at you - bringing your third child into the world. “Okay, hold on, let me go outside and tell everyone and that you need a little while to rest. Then I’m going to come back and hold our beautiful, little baby girl for a while.”

Minutes later, Spencer returned, covered in the happy tears of your families and friends. He’d asked JJ to watch the boys for a little while longer and once you woke up, he’d go get them. “I’m back, beautiful,” he said, walking into the room and reaching for Harper. 

“You talking to her or me?” you yawned. 

“Both.”

                                                            ——-

About an hour later, you woke up and asked to see all of the babies together. “Can our friends and family come in?” you asked the nurse. “I’d really like to see everyone, but I really don’t wanna get up. Everything hurts.”

“That’s fine,” she said. “I’ll go get little Harper and your husband can go get everyone else.” 

Within five minutes, Harper was in your arms and the boys were running into the room excited to see their little sister. “Harper!” Oliver screamed as he ran to your side. Spencer shushed him, lifting both boys onto your bed so they could look at her. 

“She’s pink,” Alexander said, his little two-and-a-half-year-old voice squeaking out of him.

You laughed, combing back the fluffy brown hair of the older twin’s head. “Yes, she is. That’s how you both looked when you came out of my tummy too.”

Oliver was the more quiet one, but he leaned into your arm as he gazed at his little sister. “I thought you said we were having a brother. You said his name was  Carl.”

“Carl?” Morgan said incredulously as he bent down to kiss your forehead. “You look stunning.” He looked at you and then over to Spencer. “You look like hell though.”

“Thanks, Morgan,” he laughed. “And yes, Oliver, his name was going to be Carl, but the doctors saw the picture wrong, so they didn’t know it was a girl.”

That seemed to satisfy Oliver and it didn’t look like Alexander cared. They both just sat at your side and stared at the baby sleeping soundly in your arms. “Yes,” you said to everyone, “When it was a boy it was going to be Carl.” The distaste for the name must’ve oozed out of you because Spencer looked surprised.

“What, you didn’t like the name?” he asked.

You shrugged, scrunching your face up. “No,” you admitted. “I picked the boys’ names and you loved that name so much, so I figured I’d let you have it, but secretly, it was definitely not what I would’ve named him. That’s the kind of name that gets you stuffed in a locker babe.”

Spencer laughed under his breath. “Yea, I guess it is.”

“Where the h…” Morgan started before realizing there were still kids in the room.  Where did Carl even come from?”

“Sagan,” you both said in unison. “Carl Sagan. Famous astrophysicist.”

“Kid, really?” Morgan said, slapping Spencer on the back of the shoulder. “Thank god it was a girl. Speaking of…” He walked over to you, not-so-silently asking if he could hold her. Carefully, you handed her over to him, while Spencer sat at your side.

“You really hated the name Carl?” he whispered, as Morgan brought Harper into the middle of the room into a sea of loving aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins. Oliver had fallen asleep on your shoulder and Alexander wasn’t too far behind. 

“Loathed it, love,” you chuckled, doing your best to not wake the boys. “Couldn’t stand it.”

“You were going to let me name him Carl even though you hated it?” he asked sweetly. He looked like he was about to cry again. The sentiment really touched him.

You were. It’s not like a name was going to make you not like your child - and it meant a lot to Spence, so you’d relented. “Of course I was. I love you,” you said, pursing your lips for yet another kiss. “But now we don’t need the name. We have Harper. And I think we’re done now right?”

“With kids?” he asked quickly. “God yes. Three is more than enough.”

For Me It’s You

Originally posted by royalseunghyun

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong/G-Dragon X Reader

Word Count: 947

Genre & Warnings: Basically fluff. Hint of angst? Suggestive, but not full on smut. One shot

Note: Jiyong has been giving me feels lately, because I’m so excited about his concert coming up. So here we are. 

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another time pt. 7 | alfie solomons

[part one] [part two] [part three] [part four] [part five] [part six

“Oh, for fucks sake” Alfie exclaimed and collapsed into the armchair.

“Listen, mister-“

“I was trying to be a good man. I was trying to play it by the book, just once” you sighed and dropped to perch on the arm rest of the sofa, watching his theatrics “and this is the thanks I get”

“Are you done?” he shot you a look, dropping his arm to the rest.

“Yeah, I’m done”

“Good. Because as thankful as I am for the…dead ladies clothes” you paused “I really am going to need some knickers, Alfie”

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Quick happy MSR drabble / extended headcanon for @snowvitamins <3

Peering out the window over the kitchen sink to one of her favorite sights, Scully smiled. In front of her, their figures backed by tall golden grass, were her two boys, leaping across the puddles in the uneven gravel driveway.

The summer heat was oppressive and with their air conditioning broken on this lazy Sunday, the three of them had splayed out in the living room all day, fans at full blast, wearing minimal clothing, until the whoosh of the downpour started.

Scully had insisted that shoes of some sort were a necessity. As a result, Mulder was now wearing only gym shorts and his work boots as he chased a squealing William through the puddles and around the yard.

Mulder had never looked more ridiculous. Scully had never loved him more.

About Liam Kosta

I guess everyone knows what this is about. It’s about that spoiler stating that Liam Kosta is supposed to be a straight romance option.
All I can say is that I am beyond sad and disappointed about it. When I start a game like Mass Effect I will create a character that resembles me to an extent. I am a 24 years old gay guy that only had one relationship back when I way 18. Since then I’ve been alone (except for family and friends). And that kinda reflected on my ME playthroughs. Back in ME 1 there was no m/m option so my mshep was alone. The same goes for ME 2. Then in ME 3 I was introduced to Cortez. And I liked him. But I couldn’t romance him, because he was still mourning his husband. Then suddenly Kaidan came along and saved the day. But this romance was too short in comparison to romances that went from ME 1 to ME 3.
So imagine my excitement when MEA was announced. I was hoping that the people responsible for the ME franchise had learned. I was excited about Liam when he was announced.

And now this. He is supposed to be straight. So I fell in love with a straight dude… again. Again you ask? That’s what is happening to me in real life every so often. I feel left alone by one of my favorite game developers.

If I look at the potential romance options for the game all I see is the great pool for m/f and f/f with great ladys. And I am sitting here in a small puddle of unloved m/m options.

I see many posts that say they will cancel the pre-order or don’t buy the game at all because of this spoiler.
I am not one of these persons. MEA has so much things to explore and I am still excited about the game.
But I can’t help it. I feel left alone again and sad.

I hope some of you guys can understand my struggle. And that the spelling mistakes in text are not too repulsive. I am from Germany.

fanficismything  asked:

Honestly could be anyone in the class (but lets be real its alya) ."do you keep your depression pile on the bed or on the floor?" "depression chair erasure"

(Not gonna lie- I was actually a little confused by this so I might have taken some liberties with the quote) 


Alya steepled her fingers and stared at the boy in front of her. 

“So let me get this straight- you are Chat Noir,” she said. 

“Yeah,” Adrien admitted. 

“And you are in love with Ladybug, but she doesn’t return your feelings.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Leaving you alone and loveless, and needing to confide your feelings to someone-namely me.” 

“Well, thats being a bit dramatic about it but yeah.”

Alya was silent for a few moments. 

“Do you keep your depression pile on the bed or on the floor?” 

“What?” Adrien asked, brows furrowing in confusion. 

“Maybe a emo puddle on your chair?” 

“I don’t understand what you are saying.” 

“Oh poor me! I am such a sad billionaire model, with my perfect looks and my giant mansion, and my superhero alter ego-” 

“Hey-” 

“clearly I will die alone surrounded by cats because one girl isn’t madly in love with me, even though all my friends have massive crushes on me that I am too oblivious to see.” 

“Wait what?” 

“You heard me Agreste!” 


(Give me a fandom/pairing and a sentence of dialogue and I will write a paragraph or short scene for it.) 

Not taking any new prompts just finishing off the ones I have

All of me

 

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears. When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears.

“Actually, it’s pretty fucking simple,” your words were wrapped with bitterness, “It’s a yes or no.”

Castiel looked at right, almost like he was seeing you for the first time.You were so raw and beautiful, it was hard for him to directly at you. So his blue eyes pulled down to look at the ground, his black dress shoes shined from the ceiling light.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t love you. Nor will I ever,” he firmly responded, regretting every word that fell through his lips. He wanted to love you, needed to. His body ached for you in ways he never experienced. You were the light at the end of the tunnel, the hope he had clung to when Heaven was being torn apart.

“Do you really mean that?” You whispered, using all your self strength to keep from crying.

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These figure skaters will be the death of me.

1. First of all, OH MY GOD JOHNNY WEIR. MAY I PLEASE COMBUST NOW.

2. Lol, Johnny Weir becoming such a fan of Yuri!!! on Ice gives me so much life. It feels like only yesterday when we saw how he discovered YOI and live tweeted it

3. and people were just like, “OMFG JOHNNY WEIR IS LIVE TWEETING YOI IS THIS THE REAL LIFE”

4. and I kind of remember dying at the time, too. Idk why I am alive enough to write this now.

5. Johnny Weir looks more fabulous than me like wtf

6. Johnny Weir’s eyelashes are curlier than mine LIKE WTF

7. “I’m an original…” – My brain. Legit short-circuited. It just took me back. Yes. Yes, Johnny, you are. You have always been that iconic, original and artistic skater that no figure skating related project can ignore. There will always be an homage to you and not even YOI was an exemption and. I. Am. Crying. Oh my God.

8. “Well, I think like everybody else, I’m really in love with Viktor Nikiforov. Whenever he says, ‘Vkusno!’ or ‘Amazing!’ we all just melt into little puddles.” – Lol, every day is proof to me that I am the only YOI fan who isn’t in love with Viktor. I may have everything backwards here because I relate with Viktor and I am head over heels for Yuuri. Is it really that odd? (I have been told yes.) Am I really alone in this? Because now I just feel lonely. =/

9. “[Yuuri] struggles, he works hard, he struggles and then rises up to create magic for the rest of the world… and he’s super cute!” – THIS is where I melted into a puddle. Yes, Yuuri is all these things and he is really, really cute!!!

10. “My favourite scene from Yuri!!! on Ice was definitely when we realise as the viewers that Viktor loved Yuuri before Yuuri loved Viktor. We see it when they were drunk at the after-party that he was so in love with him and so into him; everyone wants a romantic love story like that.”

I’ll just be right here in my corner. Crying. Drowning in a vat of my tears. 💔

Almost Lost You

a/n: alright, so here’s another nick clark x reader. I liked writing this one. I wasn’t sure how to write it out, I didn’t want to be super dramatic so, I just did something simple. I liked how it turned out though! So, I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any errors o:

prompt: you and nick are out looking for supplies when a walker almost gets him. you were so scared you were going to lose him, that you confessed your love for him

Originally posted by commanderofnerds


“We should get getting back, Nick.” Glancing around the abandoned tents gave you intense chills. You wanted to leave….this place was so empty and quiet. The only sounds you heard were those of the tent flaps flapping against the sides of the tents, the occasional ruffle from some trash on the ground, and the birds that chirped every few minutes. Oh, and the sound of your and Nick’s shoes scrapping against the ground.  

You didn’t like being here….on land. You felt much safer on Strand’s goddamn boat, but your group needed supplies and since Chris was having this weird angry phase and Alicia being…a bit distant and snappy, it was best if you and Nick went. Nick somewhat had a clear mind, although you doubted that. You, well, you had a very calm personality and rarely let things bother you. Your father had been working for the government for years. He had taught you what he knew in order for you to prepare for anything, and thank the God he did. All those sessions with him that you thought useless had never been so handy. Those types of skills were definitely needed when the dead came to life and began eating the living.  

You weren’t sure if your father was alive or your mother. They had both been in Vegas when shit hit the fan one evening. It seemed like a lifetime ago but in reality, eveything had happened in a short month. You wanted to be positive and say that your parents were indeed alive, your father’s training and your mother’s good instincts made them a force to be reckon with. They could overcome anything…maybe even the end of the world.  

You shook your head. Those thoughts of sentiment and wonder would only get you killed. Nick didn’t seemed bothered by the lack of noise. He seemed content to get off the stupid boat. It seemed when the world lost its shit, Nick took it in stride convinced that everyone else had caught up with his world of madness. You couldn’t agree more.  

You had been best friends with Nick and Alicia since you moved into the neighbor so many years ago; you were only five at the time. Nick was seven and Alicia was five. Madison was the aunt you never had and always wanted. You were grateful towards the Clarks. Most of the time, your father was off doing secret shit for the government and your mother working in the local F.B.I building in Los Angeles. Madison was always happy to take care of you though.  

“Just a few more minutes, Y/N.” Nick easily brushed off your worry.  

You both had already filled your packs to the max. You both managed to get everything on the list Madison gave you; even medicine for Ofelia’s wound. It was getting dark soon and you did not like being out in the open, in an unknown area, with the dead lurking. It was a disadvantage that was obvious. It was one of those scenes in those terrible zombie movies that had the audience groaning that the characters were stupid for being out in the open and were bound to get eaten.  

“What are you looking for?” You questioned hoping your frustration didn’t show.  

Nick was looking for something, you could tell; despite his best attempts at trying to look casual. Nick’s wide, brown eyes glanced at you. For a moment, you felt your heart stutter at the puppy dog look on his face. He knew you couldn’t say no to that damned faced! You tried not to bush and avoided his gaze by taking interest in some blood on the ground.  

“I am looking for something for a certain someone.” He says mysteriously and his eyes give a playful twinkle. Your stomach flips.  

Then you frown at the puddle of blood, “For who?” Your mind automatically heading towards Ofelia. You had seen Nick and her exchanging laughs and smiles lately. You liked Ofelia, she was incredibly sweet. You just didn’t like her looking at Nick. Okay, so, you were in love with the boy, you had been since you were five. Nick, like always, was completely oblivious. Well, you couldn’t exactly blame him. When you wanted to hide your emotions, you could. You were very good at hiding certain emotions around certain people.  

But the fact remained, Nick had no idea that you were in love with him, and it frustrated you to no end. You wanted to tell him, God, you did but with everything going on…it was a lot harder then you anticipated.  

“Someone.” You glance up to see him grinning cheekily at you.  

It reminded you of the old Nick…the Nick that didn’t have relapses or overdoses on drugs. Your eyes traveled back down to the puddle of blood as Nick took your silence as acceptance that you two would continue searching for a few more minutes. Nick was glancing into tents nearby as you stared at the puddle of blood…wait, is this fresh blood? You instantly lean over and brush your finger over the very top and cringed when the velvet liquid coated your finger.

“N-Nick.” You called a bit worriedly.

Nick leaned away from the tent he was peeking in to and looked at you, “What?”

You jogged over to where he was whilst wiping the blood off your finger, “I don’t think we’re safe here.” You had a bad feeling in your stomach.  

Nick waved off your worries once more, “We’re fine. We haven’t seen any of those things since we got here.” Nick breezily stated as he began walking away from you.

“What the hell are you looking for, Nick? Is it really that important?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows.  

Nick didn’t answer right away but glanced over at you with this strange emotion in his brown eyes. The sun hit his eyes just right…turning his eyes this brilliant shade of golden brown. “Yeah, it is. Just…give me a few more minutes, okay? If I don’t find it in five minutes, we can leave.” Nick answered turning away from you once more.  

You sighed and just trailed behind him looking around for anything of use. You briefly wondered what had happened here…there were so many tents and evidence that people had taken sheltered here but what happened to those people? There weren’t any signs that the dead had ambush them besides the occasional blood stain here and there.  

You did take note that personal belongings still lingered in the tents. Perhaps they were evacuated without much warning. For some reason, you thought back on what happened back in your old neighborhood just a few weeks ago. Madison had gone out past the fences and came shaken up with fear. Apparently, the uniforms meant to keep you safe had gone around shooting innocent people without much care.  

It just showed you how corrupt the Government could be.  

Your daddy always told you never to trust the Government; especially when things went to hell.  

“Hey, Y/N, come here!” Nick’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.  

You rubbed your head feeling annoyed with the sun beating on your back. You just really wanted to get back onto the boat, where it was safe, and go take a nap. This was seriously way too much adventure. You walked over to where Nick was shuffling through a tent, “Did you find it?” You dragged out the question lazily.  

Nick shook his head, “No but I found a few comics!” He leans out of the tent with an excited grin and waved around the pile of comics in his hand. You rolled your eyes amused by his child-like expression.  

“Nick, you’re losing minutes here.” You sang glancing around to make sure nothing crept up on you or Nick. Everything was frozen in time. The only thing disturbing the area was Nick and you.  

Nick jumped and glanced towards small empty boutique, “Right there! It has to be there!” Nick’s eyes were wide with desperation before he bolted off carelessly.  

“N-Nick, what the hell! Get back here!” You called after him trying your best to keep your voice low, just in case there was anybody around.  

“I have a feeling it’s in there!” Nick called over his shoulder before disappearing into the dimly lit store.  

You quickly scrambled after your friend, “Nick, you better be careful!” You called out before groaning in frustration. “God damn it, whatever the hell you’re looking for better be fucking good.” You seethed crankily.  

“Stop bitching and stand guard.” Nick laughs from inside. You could hear shuffling and things being thrown around. You sigh and turn your back against the store. Your eyes ran over the road packed with tents. Further down you could see the pier that was crawling with the dead but luckily they were trapped behind the iron gates that the military must’ve put up.

Further out, in the water, you could see Strand’s boat floating peacefully. You could imagine Strand’s impatient face. Madison’s worried expression. Travis was probably arguing or trying to get his own kid to talk to him. Daniel was probably being aloof and mysterious.  

“You’ve been acting kind of weird, Y/N.” Nick said from inside.

“Have I?” You questioned with a frown.  

“Yeah, you’ve been kind of down and sad looking.” Nick stated as he broke something.  

You frowned down at the ground. You didn’t think you were acting weird or sad. You were a bit on a quiet side these past few days but that was it. “You’re crazy.” You scoffed not really believing him.  

“Thanks.” Nick laughed before there was a loud crash and shout of shock, “Holy shit!”  

You immediately ran inside with a racing heart and found Nick being pinned to the ground by one of those…things. Nick was struggling to maintain the weight of the large monster while the mindless creature snapped and snarled hungrily. You jumped over the fallen racks and avoided stepping on crushed glass to get to Nick. You immediately grabbed the pocket knife hidden in your back pocket as Nick called your name whilst struggling with the undead monster.  

Your heart was racing and you felt sweat drench down your back. You leaned over ignoring the disgusting smell of rotting flesh, and plunged the knife into the creature’s head. The monster snarled once more before slumping against Nick’s body.  

The adrenaline in your body was pumping through your small body as you shakily pushed the once again dead body off of Nick. His eyes were wide and there were splashes of blood on his clothes now. “Are you okay?!” You demanded gripping his shoulders and looking for any visible injuries.  

“I’m fine, Y/N, I’m fine.” Nick assured quietly.

“I told you to be careful!” You snapped angrily already feeling the familiar sting of tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. You almost lost Nick. He almost died. If you would’ve arrived a few seconds later…he probably would’ve been dead.  

Nick, like always, didn’t seem to realize how grave the situation could’ve been. He chuckled…the bastard had the nerve to chuckle, “I was being careful, Y/N.”  

“Seriously?!” You snapped angrily shoving at his shoulder.  

“What is your problem?” Nick frowned not understanding why you were so angry.  

“You almost died, you asshole, and all you can do is laugh!?” You almost yelled as your heart pumped angrily.  

“But I didn’t die, you saved me!” He points out looking like a sad puppy being scolded by its owner.  

“That’s not the point!” You cried getting up and wiping at your damp eyes. Why was he such an idiot!?  

“Then what’s the point? Why are you getting so worked up about this?” Nick demanded and you could picture the frown on his face.  

You whirled around and shoved at him again, “Because I love you, damn it!” You didn’t even think about saying those words, they just fell out of your mouth. You shut your mouth immediately and froze as Nick’s eyes were on you. His mouth hanging open in shock and his eyes widen with disbelief.  

“W-What did you say?” Nick stuttered looking a bit flustered.  

You swallowed harshly and looked away, “N-Nothing. Let’s get going.” You mumbled hurriedly rushing out of the store with Nick calling after you. You picked up the two packs you had dropped and began making beeline for the shore where the small boat was.  

“God damn it Y/N!” Nick yelled after you, “Slow down!” Nick had to practically tackle you down just to keep you still. You wiggled in his grasp demanding he let you go or else you would knee him in the balls.  

“Y/N, will you just stop?!” Nick growled in frustration.  

“Get off!” You whined.  

“Say what you said in the store!” Nick pinned your hands down above your head while applying most of his weight on his loser body so that you couldn’t squirm away. He was leaning towards you with this intense look in his doe eyes.

You felt a blush blossoming on your face, “N-No!”

“Then we’re aren’t leaving.” Nick said indifferently.  

“Nick!”

“Y/N.” Nick gave you an impatient look but you both knew very well that Nick would not move unless you told him what he wanted to hear.  

You sighed and figured you had nothing to lose, “I love you.”

His expression softened and his eyes seemed to melt at your words, “Say it again.” Nick murmured leaning closer.  

Your heart raced stupidly to the point where you feared that Nick could hear your poor heart, “I love you, Nick.” The words were soft and tender. Nick closed his eyes as if he was savoring the sound of those words before leaning away, reaching for his backpack, and digging through it.  

“Nick?” You murmured a but tentatively unsure what he was doing.  

“Here.” In your face was a stuffed tiger.  

You blinked taken back and looked up at Nick, “You did all of this just to give Ofelia a stuffed tiger?!” You almost shrieked angrily. Although, the stuffed creature was super cute.  

Nick gave you a bewildered look, “Ofelia? No! I got this for you to cheer you up.” Nick mumbled a bit shyly.

“What?” You asked stupidly.  

Nick gave this mischievously grin that did wonders on your body, “I love you too.” He said quietly before pressing his lips against yours.  

Originally posted by victorstrands

a/n: Ta-da! I hope you enjoyed! It was a bit longer then even I thought but it’s better that way, yeah? Anyway, thank you so much for reading! I’ll be getting started on my next Nick Clark Imagine which will contain some smut :D

I am done being a puddle-jumper.
I want a lover I can drown in.
Give me the monsoon,
flood waters,
let the levee break.

Look me in the eye. 
I promise I am not afraid.
I want you to touch me
like you are trying to pull the ocean
from my trembling flesh. 

Breathe me in ~
and I will prove how even water
can burn.
—  K. Stocker (shewantedstorms)