this took me way too damn long


@mythologicalnet‘s creation event: indian mythology
Durga was brought into existence to vanquish a great demon, each god and goddess forming a part of her body. She protects humanity from evil and misery with her many weapons. Her tiger mount demonstrates her power, and her conch shell symbolizes her ultimate victory over evil.

My dearest Historia,

Reiner is standing to my side. He is catching glimpses as I write this letter of my love for you. What a creep, he is never getting a girlfriend. But he did promise me that he would deliver this letter to you. He says he wants to repay me for saving them that day.

I’m sorry for what happened then. I never imagined I would choose them over you. I’ll be dead not long after these words. But I don’t regret anything.

I didn’t have a name. I didn’t know who my parents were, or where they were from. My earliest memory is of being one beggar among many. But one day, a man showed up and gave me a name.

Ever since then, people called me Ymir.

You may not think it’s much of an unusual name, but all I had to do was take it, and then I was given a fine bed and fed meals. That wasn’t all. Those adults who, until then, acted like I was invisible all got on their knees and revered me. As for the man who named me, he began ti dress more and more extravagantly, and as he did, he grew happier.

I felt good, too. All I had to do to make everyone delighted and happy was play the role that I had been given. That’s what I believed. And that’s why I kept playing the part of Ymir.

People had started to call me devil before I knew it; but I still kept playing the part of Ymir.

The man who had given me a name claimed that I had “tricked him.”

Still, I kept playing the part of Ymir.

I thought if that’s what would save them, it would be fine. But…

There are some people in this world who have rocks thrown at them for nothing more than existing. As their symbol, I was stoned from head to toe.

It seems that in this world, it doesn’t mean anything in particular that a simple chunk of flesh can scream and flail.


It doesn’t mean a thing.

That’s why I think the world is so incredible.

I opened my eyes again, and spread before me was freedom.

From there, I began to walk and I lived the way I wanted. I have no regrets.

Or so I’d like to say. But to be honest, I do have one.

You and I still aren’t married.



Keith probably: I’ve only thought you were the most beautiful man on the planet since the day I met you. 

Shiro probably: Wait babe that’s not what I meant D: 

(I apologize for the messy quality of the writing;;;;)



anonymous asked:

Would you fancast some of your favorite blogs as ACOTAR/ToG characters? :)

Yeeesssss!!!! Are you talking personality-wise or aesthetically?

Imma do both


@catastrophicallyinlovewithbooks​ is absolutely stunning and would 100% be a gorgeous and amazing and savage Manon Blackbeak

@paperbacktrash​ is also insanely beautiful and lovely and gorgeous and would be a fantastic Nesta Archeron

@highlady-casandra​ is so cute and absolutely adorable and lovely and would be a great Elain Archeron aesthetically but personality-wise I’d say Cas is very Aelin

@feysandsmut​ is also such a stunner and so so gorgeous and I would see as such an amazing Amren, except her hair isn’t entirely black but idc she just gives me strong Amren vibes

@rowan-buzzard-whitethorn​ is adorable and gorgeous and fantastic and I think she would be such a perfect Feyre Archeron with the freckles and that cute but fierce aesthetic

@aedicnS L A Y S oh my god the girl is stunning and looks like she could kill you with a look and gives me such Kaltain Rompier vibes and I love it 

@christina-dh​ is a fuckin babe and so beautiful and she’s definitely probably a combo of Lysandra and Morrigan personality-wise, but aesthetically I’d probably have to say she’s a cross between Lysandra and Hasar? 

@rowanismybae is so so cute and adorable and precious and I feel like she’d be such a cute Yrene Towers (without freckles)

Personality-wise I already did a couple, but here are a couple more :)

@propshophannah feels very Alis to me - she’s the mom of all of us kids and I love her dearly for it

@aelin-and-feyre is a very Feyre kind of girl, personality-wise imo, and I appreciate her so much for it

@greek-praetor is probably a solid mix of all three illyrians, although I feel like he’s probably the most Cassian out of the three? Or more Rhysand? Definitely more Cass or Rhys than Az though.

@stag-of-the-north is prooooobablyyyyy Nesryn? Yeah, I’d say she’s Nesryn Faliq personality-wise

@meabhdbutsexii is definitely the Suriel personality-wise lol, but like the fandom version of the Suriel, not the super scary book version

That’s about all I can think of off the top of my head she says as if she didn’t just spend like 1.5 hours working on this. And with that, I’m off to bed! So so sorry if I’ve forgotten anyone!! In my semi-defense it’s now 3 am lol. Gonna be doing tags tomorrow - or later today I guess? After I sleep lol


When I saw this perfect post on my dash, I just had to doodle something for it x)

And since I realised too late that you can’t add images to a reblogged chat post, I had to create a seperate one - so please do check the original post out, too! :)

Soft Derek, Warm Stiles, No One is a Little Ball of Fur

Hey guys! I was planning on posting this on my birthday (yesterday) but ran out of time to finish it. So here it is today! I really hope you guys like it. Please leave positive/constructive feedback. Happy birthday/Memorial Day to everyone! <3

Also on AO3

When Stiles got his job at Espress Hangar, the new space-themed café, the pack was immediately on board.

“Oh thank God!” Erica pulls him into a suffocating hug. “I had their Strawberry Starship drink the other day and I think I’m addicted, but they’re like five dollars a cup. Thanks, Stiles.”

“Um, what? Why are you thanking me?” Stiles asks warily.

Scott comes out from behind him with one of his tooth-rottingly sweet smiles and replies, “For all the free drinks you’ll give us,” like it’s obvious. Stiles frowns.

The thing is, it is kind of obvious. Stiles was planning on sneaking a few drinks for them here and there when they came to visit him. But now that they expect him to, he’s starting to reconsider.

“Guys, come on, this is Stiles’ job. You can’t take advantage of him like that,” interrupts Derek. Stiles grins at him and, you know what, maybe he will save a drink for him.

“But where’s the fun in that?” Jackson smirks.

If Stiles has any say in it, Jackson is going on the Do Not Serve list at the first opportunity.


After Stiles’ third morning rush that day, he can finally breathe during the lull that follows. He’s survived his first week at Espress Hangar, a feat much larger than he originally thought. Turns out waking up for work every morning at four o’clock is not as easy as staying up until four o’clock on Wikipedia.

Stiles is wiping down the counters and humming California Gurls to himself when the bell above the door chimes and Derek walks in. The next notes of the song get stuck in his throat and he freezes. Stiles shouldn’t be surprised, really. The rest of the pack have already been by to visit him, even Jackson. Of course, Scott was the only person Stiles ended up giving a free drink to, much to their disappointment.

Derek swaggers up to the counter Stiles is stationed behind, because that’s the only way Derek apparently knows how to walk. He’s wearing a maroon knitted sweater today that looks unfairly cozy. Stiles slaps his own hand down from reaching out and touching the fabric because that would be weird. Although slapping yourself might be weirder. Oh well.

“Hey,” says Derek wryly. A small smirk is tugging at his lips from witnessing Stiles’ hand malfunction. Stiles sighs at Derek’s voice. It’s soft and small, a low rumble of a voice Stiles has been hearing more and more when he talks with Derek.

“Hey,” Stiles says back, his own grin a little dopey. Yeah, Stiles has tried getting rid of his crush on Derek, multiple times, but after three years of cringing and stuttering, he’s come to terms that whatever he feels for Derek is here to stay.

Danny coughs behind Stiles and, oh yeah, he doesn’t work here alone. Oops. Derek ducks his head to hide his smile and Stiles feels a blush work its into his cheeks.

“What can we do for you today?” asks Danny. Stiles glares at him because that’s his job. Granted, he wasn’t doing it but…semantics.

Derek glances at Stiles again before murmuring, “Strawberry smoothie, please.”

“What?” Danny leans closer to Derek to hear him better but Stiles is already putting the order into his register.

“He said strawberry smoothie. You wanted that large, right big guy?” Derek nods minutely. “Did you want to add anything to that? Espresso shot? Any extra flavors? Bubbles? Fruit?”

Derek considers the list of syrup flavors on the board behind Stiles and Danny. Stiles takes the opportunity to take in his alpha. There are bruises under his eyes, but they seem lighter than the last time Stiles saw Derek. The last few weeks has had him more tired than usual. Though, Stiles supposes, having a coven of vampires trying to take over his territory probably isn’t the most relaxing environment.

“Um. Could I have bananas and lavender bubbles added to it?” At first he looks a bit sheepish when he asks, the tips of his ears turning slightly red. He quickly covers it up by sending a glare Stiles’ way, like he’s expecting to be laughed at. As much as Stiles loves to irritate Derek, it’s no fun if Derek can actually be hurt by it.

“Yeah buddy, of course.” Derek pays and Stiles gets started making the drink, glancing at Derek between each motion like he might disappear as soon as Stiles stops looking. 

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Feral // Frank Castle x Reader

Pairing: Frank Castle x POC!Reader
Word Count: 1.6k+
Warning: Smut, Language, Blood mentions

Summary: Lusting after your obnoxiously hot neighbor finally gets you caught…not that you’re complaining.  

A/N: Goddammit Sarah. (I might continue this if more people like it??)

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

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Quick Cult Camp Analysis

I want to talk specifically about this scene here. 

Because I realized something I’ve been missing the entire time and I can’t believe it took me so long to figure it out. And that was what Max meant by “Doing things Daniel’s way.”

All through the episode, Max, Neil, and Nikki are trying to get David to see what Daniel is trying to do. And they think it should be easy. 

Like Daniel isn’t exactly superbly subtle about what he’s doing. David is, bless his heart, just pretty damn oblivious. 

When Max said he was going to do things Daniel’s way, I never gave it too much a thought I thought it was just a thing that was said. That’s what people say in shows when they’re at the wit’s end and plan A isn’t working. And he was going to take a different approach but then I remembered. 

“People don’t want to think, Max. They just want to feel safe.” 

Through the whole episode Max is trying desperately to get David to notice what’s going on. Using the straight facts, that Daniel is literally right in front of David’s face doing all of this. But, that hasn’t worked. At all. So what is Daniel’s way? 

Appealing to David’s emotions rather than trying to point out to him what all is going on. Max knows from the previous episode just how important the Camp and being a Counselor is to David. So pointing out how much better Daniel is doing would definitely be an emotional blow. 

And I know this post was fairly unnecessary and people are a lot more observant and put pieces together a lot faster than my slow ass does. But for all the people like me…here ya go. 

Be with me (a fluffy one shot)

(Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

So, this is new… I didn’t think I’d ever write anything even remotely close to M/M fanfic, ever. But here we are!

I know this will not be everyone’s cup of tea, a lot of you are here for the female Oc’s/Reader stories that I’ve always written these past years. And I totally understand that.
But I’ve always written what inspires me, and right now that’s Stucky.

Story: The idea came to me when I heard the song Dancing on my own by Callum Scott, and it made me think of Bucky watching Steve dance with a girl and feeling all sad/jealous about it.

Word count: 3349

No warnings, this is just Angst and Fluff. 

But I guess Stucky is a warning in itself, if M/M is not your thing don’t read this one. If you want to try it, like I did (very hesitantly) a few months ago then I thank you.

I want to explore the best of both world and write Steve/Bucky/Reader too in the future, but for now these two are all that’s in my head.

Leave me feedback, be gentle, this is my first time, in a way ;)


Be with me

“Somebody said you got a new friend
Does she love you better than I can?
And there’s a big black sky over my town
I know where you’re at, I bet she’s around”

Her hair was long and curly, dancing on her shoulders as she moved gracefully to the music. Her smile was warm and loving, perfect teeth and sparkly blue eyes that lit up with her smile. Her arms hung loosely around his neck, fingers playing with his hair as they danced. 

Bucky hid behind a small group while he watched them.

They were dancing, slow and close. Too close. She leaned her forehead against his, blocking his face from Bucky’s view but he knew it was him. He’d recognize him in any crowd anywhere.
He swayed along with her to the music, Bucky watched as his strong arms wrapped around her waist and his fingers gently caressed her lower back. When they turned Bucky could see the happy smile on his face and the way he kept his eyes locked with hers. 

He looked happy, as if nothing else on this earth mattered to him except her and this moment they shared. Bucky felt like someone had just punched him in the gut.

“And yeah, I know it’s stupid
But I just gotta see it for myself
I’m in the corner, watching you kiss her,
I’m right over here, why can’t you see me?”

Bucky took another long sip from his bottle, he wasn’t sure how many drinks he’d had but the alcohol was finally starting to numb his senses.
About damn time.

They were kissing now, Bucky’s stomach was turning and he was starting to feel physically sick. He couldn’t stand to be in this place one second longer. The loud base of the music and the other people dancing way too close to him suddenly put him on edge. When one of the girls started dancing up against him he shoved her aside a little too roughly.

‘Hey, watch it asshole!’ she gave him an angry push back.

’I’m sorry,’ Bucky muttered but she had already turned away from him and didn’t hear his apology.

He needed to get out. Now.

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John Laurens x Reader

Note: Did… did I just write for someone other than Daveed, Oak or Lafayette? Are y’all proud of me? You should be. Aaaaand I did a request? Damn I’m proud of myself. This took way too long to finish and I’m really sorry about that you guys. 

Request: Anonymous asked: Can I request John x reader and reader has some kind of social anxiety? Like I’ve read all of your fics and daaamn girl! They’re awesome!

AU: College

Word Count: 1211

Tagging: @hamiltonsquills (if you want me to stop tagging you in everything you’re welcome to tell me)

Originally posted by papersquared

You take a breath as you push your way through the packed bar. After a week’s worth of convincing you finally agreed to come out tonight to meet you boyfriend John, his friends and the Schuyler’s.

You didn’t really want to come, crowded rooms of any kind always made you uncomfortable but crowded rooms filled with a bunch of drunk college students who don’t understand the meaning of personal space are even worse.

You clench your fists as you move further through the bar, the thick sweat filled air doesn’t help

more quiet area at the back of the bar, where you spot a few members of your group already waiting. Lafayette is reaching over the table, trying to grab his phone from Herc who is holding it up out of his reach, while Peggy laughs at the Frenchman’s attempts.

You were hoping that John would have been there waiting for you, knowing his presence would have put you at ease but for you can’t see him at the table already as you approach.

“Hey Y/N” Hercules calls, looking up as you reach the table. While he’s distracted, Lafayette takes the opportunity to pull his arm down slightly and snatch his phone out of Hercules’s hand.

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My All

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots

Pairing: MingyuxReader
Genere: Smut/Fluff
Summary: You and Mingyu have been dating for a while. He has been very patient, and on your 6 month anniversary you decide to give your all to him. ;))

Kim Mingyu. Everything about him is so perfect… The way he smiles, his laugh, his heart, everything. After being his friend for years, you realized that he is the man you want to be with for the rest of your life, and you knew that for a fact. He loves you with everything his heart has, and you love him right back. He cares for you, makes sure you are safe, and always knows how to make you happy. 

“What are you staring at love?” He said from the kitchen, digging in the fridge for some milk. He was everything that you had ever wanted in a partner. He was kind, he was affectionate, he genuinely cared about you.  He was unlike anyone else you had ever been with, and you were forever grateful that you ended up with him.

“My sexy chef.” You said, admiring his backside as he reached deeper into the messy fridge. The air began to smell of creamy Italian food and vegetables as Mingyu’s recipe began to heat up on the stovetop. 

“Were you thinking naughty things, ____?” He said jokingly, turning his head to raise a suspicious eyebrow at you.

“No, I was just thinking about how much I love you.” You stated, getting up from your spot at the couch to go hug him. He stood up straight and wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you, Jagi.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I love you too, Mingyu.” You said, loosing yourself in his embrace. He finally unwrapped his arms from your body, he flashed you a cheeky smile and continued making dinner. 

“Alright, dinner is served!” Mingyu said, setting your plate down in front of you. He had prepared Fettuccini Alfredo with a side of steamed carrots and broccoli.

“Mingyu this looks amazing…” You said. Not only was your mouth watering at the sight of the food that was in front of you, but Mingyu had decided to get dressed up for this special occasion. He had a form-fitting white button up dress shirt on that was tucked into black slacks that were tight in all the right places. His hair was gelled back and god did it look so good. 

“____, you are staring again. Is something wrong?” He said, setting down his fork.

“Ah, no….sorry…” You said, cheeks turning red. 

“You are so weird, I love you.” He said with a chuckle. He continued eating his pasta, and in that moment you made a decision: you wanted to love him with every part of you. You wanted him to be your first and your last. You wanted to light the flame of passion and burn it all through the night, you wanted nothing else but to hear the erotic sounds of skin slapping, low grunts and loud moans through the night, you wanted to make him feel good, you wanted him to make you feel good. All you needed was to get him on board, and you knew exactly how to do that.

“Mmh, this pasta is so good…” You said, slurping up a noodle while making eye contact with Mingyu. The white sauce gathered around your lips, and Mingyu choked a little. You then took the longest piece of carrot on your plate and stuck the whole thing in your mouth. 

“Ah, is it hot in here? I think it’s hot in here. Let me open a window.” Mingyu nervously said, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt while walking across the room to crack the window. He rushed back to his seat and sat down, a bead of sweat dripping down his face.

“Babe are you feeling well? Your face is so red and you are sweating!” You said, getting up from your seat.

“No no, I’m fine. Really! Sit down and eat your dinner.” He insisted, but you continued walking over to his side of the table. You bent down to be level with his sitting position, giving him a good look at your cleavage.

“Let me take that plate for you.” You stated seductively, grabbing his unfinished plate of food.

“Yah I was still eating….” He said as you walked over to the counter to set the plate down. You strolled back towards him and assumed your previous position. You leaned in close to him, the scent of his cologne making your mouth water.

“But what if I want you to eat something else.” You whispered in his ear as you dragged your finger down his toned clothed chest.

“Are you sure?” he said, his voice deep and raspy. You pulled him into a passionate kiss to cement your answer. His hands went to your hips, pulling you into his lap. You ran your fingers through his hair, making it a sexy mess. His hands explored you like your body was new unknown land, and you ground into his hips with lust. You began unbuttoning his shirt, you could feel his hard-on pressing against your thigh. Mingyu began leaving trails of kisses down your neck, his lips were so soft.

“Mmh…Mingyu….Should we–ah– take this into the bedroom?” You stuttered. He unlatched his lips from your neck and picked you up bridal style. Once he got into your guy’s bedroom, he tossed you on the bed and kicked the door shut.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” He growled as he crawled on top of you. Once again, you two were tangled in a passionate kiss. He threw off his shirt and proceeded to rip yours off. His mouth ravished the newly exposed skin, making sure to kiss every bit of it. You frantically unbuttoned his pants, you needed him now

“Someone’s eager,” Mingyu said, “But I want you to wait for that. I know this is your first time so I want to make it special for you.” He said, trailing a hand down your side. His fingers hooked your jeans, tugging them down a little. You got the hint and exposed of your pants and underwear, excited to see what he had in store for you.

“Lay down,” He instructed. You followed his directions and fell back on the bed.   You felt his large hands grip your thighs and pull them apart, revealing your womanhood. You blushed and tried to close them, but his grip was too strong. His head disappeared between your legs, and a shock of pleasure jolted through your body as you felt what his mouth was doing. Erotic noises emerged from your core as he worked his magic. You let out a loud moan as encouragement for Mingyu to keep going, but he abruptly lifted his head from between your legs.

“Babbbbeee” You whined in protest. He ignored you and reached over to the nightstand. He pulled out the drawer and grabbed a condom, glancing over at you. He discarded his pants and underwear, revealing his large throbbing member. He opened the condom and rolled it onto his length, making subtle eye contact with you as he did so.

“Are you ready babe?” He said once the condom was on properly.

“Yeah, but I don’t think it is going to fit….” You said, staring down at his cock. 

“It will, trust me.” He said with a wink. He got down in a laying position and you straddled him. There was no way that Mingyu would be able to make love with you in missionary position….he was just too damn tall. So instead, you two opted for you on top. You rubbed his length in between your folds, you didn’t know it was possible to get any wetter than you had been, but it happened. At last, you positioned his tip at your entrance and slowly sunk down. Mingyu let out a long pent-up sigh and you took in a sharp breath of air. You had never had anything this big inside of you, and to be honest it kind of hurt. With some pain you finally reached the base of his cock, you needed to take a breather and adjust to his size. You collapsed on top of him, waiting for the stinging pain to vanish. 

“Don’t worry babe, just give it a little longer and all of the pain will be gone.” He said, wrapping his arms around you as a tear escaped your eye. It hurt like hell right now but you knew that in 5 minutes you would be on cloud 9 and every bit of suffering would have been worth it. 

A few moments had passed, but you were ready to move now. You regained your composure and slowly lifted yourself off of his dick. Mingyu closed his eyes and let out a small groan of pleasure. Your hand went to your clit, you needed everything to help subside the little amount of pain that was lingering around your core.  

You sped up your pace. His hands were at your hips, his hips were thrusting up to meet yours, Sweat formed on both of your bodies, covering you in the scent of lust. The air smelled of sex, and the noises that were emitting from the sexual activities were absolutely sinful

“M-Mingyu…I’m–” You shouted as you came. It was like a wave of pleasure and confusion suddenly crashed into you, you felt so peaceful, so tranquil, so utterly happy. Your body felt like a feather floating with the breeze, so light and elegant. Your mind was blank with happiness, your cheeks were rosy, eyes full of joy. Small beads of sweat formed on your skin with the new feeling, and not long after you, Mingyu came in in the condom. The sounds that came from his mouth were beautiful, all the deep grunts of pleasure, the shaky breaths, the pleased hums. All of it. You loved all of it. You loved him, you loved every single part of him, and nothing in this world could change that.

You hopped off of him and let him dispose of the filthy condom. As he walked into the bathroom, you snuggled into your sheets and slowly began to feel the weight of slumber pulling at your eyelids. Mingyu got into bed next to you, pulling you close.

“Happy 6 months, ___. I couldn’t ask for a better gift. I love you so much.” He said, pecking your forehead, strong arms once again wrapped around your frame.

“I love you too.” You said in almost a whisper, drifting off into a deep, blissful sleep.


Tagged: @dolantreehisser And @bluedolan    Part Two

This was supposed to be a one time thing. We said that , we verbally said and agreed on that but the feeling of his lips on my neck was driving me insane. The feeling of his soft but hot hands running up and down my sides left me breathless.

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“There is a rumor that they are way too close to each other” Hajime Isayama

Of Lust and Blood (Pt. 1)

There were two things that you absolutely hated: Social gatherings, and being guilt tripped into going to such events by your friend. You found yourself in that situation as you were on the phone with your best friend, Jimin.

“I’ve told you a million times, Jimin. The club isn’t really my scene…” You complained as you plopped down on your bed in frustration.

Jimin scoffed on the other end of the line, obviously annoyed at your stubbornness, “You need to get out and do something every now and then, (Y/n)! Plus, you haven’t lived until you’ve experienced Club Omelas. Trust me, you’re going to have a blast there, everyone does.”

You sighed and ran your hand through your hair, furrowing your brows at the thought of a crowded club, “Club Omelas? That’s the one that literally everyone has been talking about recently, isn’t it?” You hoped that Jimin didn’t mean to actually take you there. All you had heard about the place was good things, but that’s what made that place seem strange to you. You had never heard of a club that didn’t have some sort of bad quality about it, but to everyone else Club Omelas was perfect.

“Yeah, and for good reason. I can’t even begin to explain the atmosphere in the place, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced even when I went by myself. And trust me, I’ve been to a couple of very eccentric gay clubs in my day, but nothing compares to this place.” You could practically feel Jimin’s enthusiasm through the receiver of your phone, making you sigh again.

“I don’t know Jimin, that place sounds kind of sketch, but haven’t I told you not to go to clubs alone? I’ve been hearing rumors of some people going missing from there. You should have brought at least one person with you…”

Jimin sighed exasperatedly, “I would have gone with someone, but she never wants to go to any clubs with me. You know I’d never ask you to come with me somewhere if I didn’t check it out first. The place is clean, and I didn’t have the first obscene asshole harass me. Come on, (Y/n), please come with me? I promise that if you don’t have any fun here then I’ll never ask you to go to another club with me ever again.”

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I get to give this my own title so I’m calling it “An Unlikely Pair”

“He’s your boyfriend, so why is he fawning all over MY girlfriend?” Sherlock groused.

“I think the better question is, why is YOUR girlfriend draped all over MY boyfriend?” Anthea snarked back, managed a quick gulp of her overpriced wine whilst simultaneously continuing to glare at Mycroft and Molly. The pair seemed oblivious to the dirty looks their respective others were casting their way, deep in some private conversation Sherlock couldn’t deduce for the life of him.

“She’s hardly ‘draped over him’,” Shelock scoffed as he took a long sip of his scotch. “They’re not cheating on us, after all. They’re just…too damned friendly with each other. I think he likes her better than he likes me,” he added in a petulant mutter as he downed more of his scotch.

“Well, to be fair, she’s a very likable person,” Anthea replied, pulling a face as if the admission pained her. “She’s nice. Not soft or malleable - at least, not anymore,” she added with a sideways glance at her drinking partner. Who gestured irritably for the bartender to top them both up. Stupid boring charity event, why had he allowed Molly to talk him into coming? Oh yes, because, as Anthea had already noted, she was likable. And adorable. And knew just how to get him to do things he would normally never do.

John claimed it must be voodoo. Sherlock knew the awful truth: he was besotted. Utterly, completly, head-over-heels in love with her.

“Well, yes, we all knew that ages before you did,” Anthea said. 

Sherlock blinked; oh, he’d said that last part aloud. Of course he had, and why shouldn’t he? It was no secret, after all. As he focused once more on his girlfriend and his brother, he felt his earlier rancor fading. Anthea was right; Molly was likable. Even Mycroft thought so. And who was he to fault her for one of her best qualities? “A stupid, jealous arse, that’s who I am,” he said, this time knowing very well that he was saying it aloud.

Anthea sighed. Deeply. “Yeah, me too. I wish I was more likable. People don’t like me the way they like her. Oh, they appreciate me because I’m smart and competent, and they want me because I’m beautiful…but they don’t like me. Not like they like her.” She nodded toward Molly. “You’re right; he likes her better than he likes us.”

“Well, then, at least we’re all in the same club,” Sherlock replied with a smirk. Anthea tilted her head inquisitively. “You and I both like her best as well.”

She waited three breaths before nodding and raising her glass. “Here’s to us, then, fading into Molly Hooper’s shadow - where we all belong.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Sherlock said, clinking his glass against hers. Molly glanced over and smiled at him; he smiled back and felt the usual melting sensation he got whenever he realized just what a lucky bastard he was. Mycroft gave Anthea a stiff nod, but the softness in his eyes spoke volumes.

“Aren’t we lucky that they both love us best, though?” she said softly.

Sherlock’s response was a simple, “Yes.”

The inevitable (Pt.6)

Genre: Mafia!BTS

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary:After Hoseok is sick of you moping around after your break up and Yoongi overworking himself he made a plan to put you guys together. Despite surprising you with the sudden meetup you come to terms that maybe it was okay to move on already. He’s a mafia member with a short temper? Well, nobody’s perfect.

Pt.1 // Pt.2 // Pt.3 // Pt.4 / Pt.5

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

Sitting in the waiting room felt like forever, just trying to know if your best friend was okay. You wanted to pace around the room but didn’t want to disturb the other people so you sat still, your hands shaking in your lap. A pair of shoes replaced the flooring that you had been staring at and you looked up to see your boyfriend. 

“Y/N, sorry im so late the traffic was awful. Are you okay?”

With a nod, Yoongi came and sat down next to you. You felt his hand place itself over yours. The feeling of his warm hand was comforting but you still felt like bursting into tears.

“He doesn’t deserve this….this is all my fault…” You mumbled.

“How in the world is this your fault? You didn’t tell him to go pick a fight.” 

“No but things have been awful between me and him ever since-…..Forget it.”

Yoongi’s eyebrow cocked as he sat up straight, knowing what you were implying.

“Ever since we started dating? Wouldn’t that make this my fault as well?” Yoongi said, sternly. 

You stayed quiet, not wanting this to turn into a fight. You only wanted to focus on Hoseok. 

“Well it’s not your fault or my fault. All this stuff that’s been happening was something we couldn’t prevent. We can both sit here and think of all the things we could have done but Y/N, one of us was bound to get hurt. We’re in a gang! That’s how things work. No matter if you were still single he still goes out there and gets into fights. We can’t change things now, we just have to accept them for what they are.”

You flipped your hand over so you were holding his properly, keeping a tightened grip.

“I know…I’m just scared…”

His eyes softened and he sat his back against the plastic waiting room chair. He used his other hand to reach around, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“So am I. He’s one of my best friend’s too and I hate this just as much as you do.”

Yoongi was right. About everything, in fact. He’d known Hoseok longer so you couldn’t imagine how he would feel losing him or what kind of wondering thoughts he was hiding in his head. You were so focused on your own loss you didn’t even think about how Jungkook was doing or how the rest of the gang felt about the whole ordeal. You knew what you were signing up for but you failed to realize that Yoongi wouldn’t be the only one you needed to worry about.

“I know, I’m sorry. How are you feeling?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Better. We made a pact not to call the police for anything nor to use 911 so without you he probably would have died there.”

“Does this gang really mean more to you guys than your lives?”

Yoongi shrugged. “We made it a rule years ago but ended up abiding by it. Without each other there isn’t much of a point. We’re kinda all we got.”

“You have me..” You interjected, making the corner of his mouth rise as he smiled. 

“But I almost lost you. The look on your face said it all, especially when you didn’t look at him when I approached.”

“….I wasn’t really going to break up with you. I just thought maybe it was the only option, right now.”

Yoongi leaned closer to you, pressing his lips against your cheek to return the warmness in your chest. It was probably exactly what you needed in this moment. You took notice that your hands finally stopped shaking and it felt easier to breathe. 

“Well, it’s not and even if you did, I wouldn’t give you up without a fight.”

You felt yourself smiling back. “Wow, my hero.”

One of the nurses approached the two of you, holding her clipboard in hand. 

“Are you here for Hoseok?”

You instantly rose to your feet, nudging Yoongi.

“Uh, Yes and Jungkook. Are they okay? Can we see them?”

Yoongi placed a hand on your arm to get you to calm down and not hound the nurse with questions before she was able to speak so you stopped, listening. She didn’t look like she had good news on her mind but you tried to not rush to a judgement. 

“Yes, we placed them both in the same room and it’s the first door on the right when you walk down the hall.”

“Thank you so much.” 

“Y/N!” Jimin yelled, running over to the three of you. You saw the rest of the members walking behind him, looking a little less than happy to be there. One of them specifically wasn’t looking too happy. You moved past Jimin, rushing over to put your hands on Namjoon’s chest.

“Wait. Please don’t yell at him. We haven’t even seen him yet and he was seriously hurt.” You begged.

“Do you know what he did? He almost got himself killed along with Jungkook! Jungkook only followed because he looks up to him and he knew that.”

“I know, I know but you can yell at him later. Please…do this for me?”

As much as he tried to be the toughest you knew he had a weak spot for you. You never knew why but you always sorta felt he was like an older brother towards you. He would always try to have your best interest but sometimes came off too protective. Nonetheless he caved, moving your hand off of him.

“Fine. Hurry up and go see him.”

You smiled, grabbing Yoongi’s hand as you two rushed off to the room. With a few small knocks on the door you entered the room. Hoseok looked up to see the two of you in the doorway. He turned his body away from the door. 

“Hobi? How are you feeling?” You asked, sitting down on his bed next to him. 

“I’m fine….I’m sorry I worried you so much. I was trying to avoid shit like this because I already know how you get.”

Your hand moved up to his hair as you played with it, knowing it always cheered him up. 

“You did worry me you idiot. Why would you go out and pick a fight?”

“I don’t know. I felt like everyone else has something going on and I thought if I could get us more territory then they would notice me doing something for once. I shouldn’t have dragged Jungkook into this either.”

You scoffed. “You should tell that you Namjoon. He’s pissed.”

Hoseok let out a small laugh, knowing the trouble he was in.

“Yeah I’m sure. I’m sure you had something to do with him not coming in here and killing me himself.”

“He’s only like that because he cares so much about you guys. Without him you all would be everywhere doing god knows what.”

“I know. Thank you, Y/N. I owe you one for saving my life.”

You smiled. “I’m just happy you’re okay.”

Yoongi held back his jealously as he saw you two being close since he knew everything that happened. He knew pretty much the whole situation but there was one thing he couldn’t figure out just yet.

You excitedly turned to Jungkook, sitting by his side.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you, Kookie. How are you feeling?”

Jungkook shrugged.

“Probably better than Hoseokie-hyung.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. You’re still hurt and I’m not letting you get up off this bed until you’re better, you hear me?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh, seeing you trying to baby all these gang members. You really did have a way to sneak into their hearts unexpectedly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

While you and Jungkook were chatting away, Yoongi knew he only had a few minutes before the other members joined in so he had to make it quick. He looked at Hoseok directly.

“Why did you do it?”

Hoseok tilted his head in confusion, knowing he’d already explained the fight a millions times now in front of him. Yoongi shook his head, trying to tell him that wasn’t what he was referring too.

“Why did you set us up? You’re so obviously in love with her.”

His eyes widened and he checked to make sure you weren’t listening but he also seemed as if he expected Yoongi to catch on.

“Because she’s so obviously not into me. I thought I could push her off on someone else more suitable without me giving it much thought but-….I got in the way anyway. I got jealous and idiotic in the end and it took me this long to realize it doesn’t matter. I just want you guys to be happy. I care about both of you, I love both of you. So it kinda worked out in the end.” He said with a weak smile.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I hate it when you do this shit. You act like you’re being nice but you’re still putting yourself down. Damn it Hoseok, You deserve to be happy too-”

“And I will be. Stop worrying about me for once. Even when I thought I was going to die I didn’t tell her how I felt and that means I truly want you to be together. I can always find someone else. Hell, if a gang like us is all slowly finding someone then there hope for me too.”

Yoongi gave a nod, looking down at Hoseok’s bandaged up arm.

“I’m sorry this all happened. I should have picked up the phone…I should have noticed something was wrong.”

Your ears perked up hearing him say those words. Yoongi was feeling guilty but back then he was trying to calm you down. It was impressive he was able to successfully do so while hiding his own fears. It also made you a bit worried that in the the future he’ll bottle things up.

“It’s over now. Now I’m just waiting to get my ass kicked by the leader.” The younger one laughed.

Yoongi let out a chuckle himself, seeing Hoseok finally smile.

“Just promise me something.” The older one added.


“Promise me that you won’t let it get this far again. I want to be there for you just as much as I do for the other members or Y/N.”

Hoseok’s face lit up with a smile.

“Yeah, I promise.”

Seeing them getting along felt like you were finally able to breathe after holding your breath for so long. They used to be so close before all of this and you were glad that it looked like they were able to work things out finally. Before you could even say anything you heard the door open as the other 4 members came into the room. It wasn’t as tense as you had expected to be, in fact they all just seemed happy the both of them were okay. For a gang, they sure just seemed like a family.


END (Finally.)

Hard to Love

Summary: Dean takes his anger on out the reader, but she instantly forgives him. How does that make him feel?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1079

Warnings: Some swearing, a teensy bit of angst and Dean self-loathing, fluff

A/N: This is for @jpadjackles Double Birthday Celebration. My challenge song for was Hard to Love by Lee Brice. Happy VERY Belated Birthday to you and your blog, B, and thank you for being so understanding about the million years this one took me. I hope you like how it finally turned out.

Originally posted by acklesjensen

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Trains (ED)

hey wassup! Here’s a requested imagine for y’all!

Warnings: none

Requested by Anon: “Can you write an Ethan imagine about meeting in some obscure way please!

Word count: 1607

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The cold wind bit into my skin, and I shoved my hands deeper into my sweatshirt in an effort to stay warm in the massive train yard. The huge, but long since abandoned trains loomed in front of me like ghosts, but I wasn’t scared. They were comforting in a way, chipped and dull red and brown paint and splintered wood. This yard was long and empty, with rusted tracks littered with soda cans, chips of paint, cigarettes, and other various trash items. I stepped over all of them carefully as I made my way to my destination.

My boots crackled against the hard gravel and dirt as I finally reached the huge open platform to one of the old cargo trains. The cement would be cold, but I didn’t care. I wiped the sweat off my hands and hiked up my jeans before grabbed the ledge and hauling myself up with a degree of difficulty and soft grunt.

I settled myself down and looked into the slowly sinking sun. Oranges, reds, and pinks sprayed across the sky like the paints I had stashed in my room in Monterey. Not my home, I didn’t have any of those. But somewhere I associated myself with. Everything was silent and calm. Perfect.

Just cold.

I hated the cold. But California was usually chilly at night. Not so much in L.A., but up in the middle ish parts of the state where I was now.

The sound of approaching footsteps almost knocked me off my platform. Police often patrolled these areas to make sure there were no squatters, and even though I wasn’t one of them, I didn’t want to get caught here. I had had my fair share of way too close calls. I considered ducking behind the wall of the car, or just making a run for it, my mind racing at 100 miles a minute.

But it wasn’t a police officer. It was a boy, looking about my age. A sharp jaw with a bit of scruff was framed his features nicely. Ruffled dark hair poked out from under a blue beanie, and his hands were tucked into a large black hoodie.

I didn’t move until he noticed me, his eyes piercing right through me. I shifted my weight, debating on whether or not to run. Stranger danger, as my parents had always told me. But he held out his hand calmly in what seemed like an attempt to stop me from running.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said, his voice smooth and sweet and drippy with tiredness like honey. “I’m just out for a walk.”

“Okay,” I said. Why I said it I have no idea. I should have been getting the hell out of there.

“Can I come and sit with you?” He questioned. “I’m just kind of wandering.”

“I don’t know. How do I know you’re not going to murder me?”

“I just said I wouldn’t hurt you and you said ‘okay’,” He laughed, his eyes crinkling up in the corners.

“Fair enough,” I shrugged, scooting over. He swung himself up next to me easily. I knew he must have been hiding some serious muscles under that hoodie.

“I’m Ethan,” he started, catching his breath, and extending a hand out to me.

“Y/N,” I said shyly, but shaking his hand. It was warm and large, practically engulfing mine.

“Beautiful name,” he commented, shifting his weight and getting settled.

A blush rose to my cheeks. “Thanks. I-I like the name Ethan too.”


There was a pause where we sat in surprisingly comfortable silence, me sitting cross legged and him sitting with his legs dangling down over the edge of the platform.

“So what are you doing all the way out here?” He started.

“I dunno. Needed to get away, I guess.”

I could ask him the same question, but he nodded softly in such a way that I knew he was feeling exactly what I was feeling.

“The city gets stressful,” I continued, earning another nod from him.

“Where do you live?” He began, and then paused. “I realize that sounds like a very serial killer-esque thing to say as we are sitting on an abandoned train in the middle of nowhere, but I promise, I’m just trying to keep a conversation. Where are you from, I mean.”

I gave a small laugh, looking down at my lap.

“S’alright. I’m from Anaheim.”

“Damn, that’s a long way from here. I’m from North L.A., well, Iive there, I’m originally from Jersey.”

“Cool. And yeah, I took a bus up here.”

“How’re you going to get home then?”

“Uh, take another bus?”

“But it’ll be so late. What will your parents think?”

“They don’t care. They’re both out for business and won’t be home until next week.”

“Oh,” He nodded. Another pause ensued.

“I miss my parents,” he said sadly after a while, playing with his fingers as he stared into the rapidly darkening sky.

“Me too,” I whispered. “Are yours not here in Cali with you?”

“No, they’re back in New Jersey.”

“How old are you then? You look like you could be 16 or 23 and if it’s the latter I probably should be running right about now,” I said.

“Don’t worry, I’m only 17,” he chuckled.

“Same. But you live across the country from your parents? How does that work?”

“My brother and I, well, we started our career as internet personalities, and I made sense to send us out here where everything happens. More opportunities.”

“Yeah. That makes sense.”

“You’re not going to judge me?” He looked carefully at me, examining my face.

“Huh? What for?”

“Being, I dunno, ugh I hate the word, but “famous”,” he made air quotes as he said it.

“Well, maybe if I knew who you were, I would be excited to meet you. But I’m not judging you. You’re just a normal person, right? Just Ethan.”

He relaxed with a sigh, his shoulders that I hadn’t realized had been tense finally drooping.

“Thanks. A lot of people when they meet me regardless of if they already know who I am or have never heard of me try to use me. And my brother, of course.”

“I’m sorry. That must be hard.”

“Yeah. That’s why I don’t really tell people if they’re clueless.”

“So then why did you tell me?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. The sun was setting deeply, casting a beam of golden light onto the boy’s dark eyes, making them glow a golden hazel.

“I dunno. You seem different, I guess.”

“I mean I am sitting on a train in the middle of nowhere.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, a smile breaching his full lips.

The comfortable silence returned until he spoke again.

“The world’s awful big isn’t it?”

“Do you always talk in these philosophical sentences?”

“No, no,” he laughed. “Just in a mood right now. This is a very aesthetic place for philosophical thoughts.”

I giggled. “Yeah, I guess it is. I like it here. Where’s your favorite place? Besides home, of course.”

“I dunno. I’ve been to London, that was pretty cool. So was Australia. It was beautiful there.”

“Wow. I’ve never been outside of the country. I like Monterey though. It’s beautiful there too.”

“I’ve never been.”

“I’ve taken a bus all the way up there a few times. When my parents are out of town. I stay at my friend’s house. She lives right on the water.”

Why I was telling this stranger everything about myself I had no idea. But it was almost like he wasn’t a stranger, that we had known each other for years.

“I love the ocean,” he said simply.

I nodded.

“So, miss Y/N, it’s getting to be really late. Can I walk you to the station?”

“Sure. Again, I should be running, but…” I shrugged and went to hop off the platform. Ethan had already dropped down and reached up to help me.

I slid off the edge and he took my waist in his rough hands, carefully setting me down with a quick smile. My sides tingled at his touch.

And so we set off across the train yard, walking close together, bundled into our sweatshirts against the bitter wind.

We didn’t say much. But that was alright with me. Just his company was enough.

By the time we reached the bus station, it was long after dark, the street lamps shining yellow among the lines of palm trees.

“Well, thanks for walking me. Where are you headed now?”

“My car’s a few lots over.”

“Oh, cool.”

“I’ll wait with you, though. Unless you want me to leave.”

“No, no. Please stay.”

He tucked his hands into his sweatpants pockets, rocking back and forth onto his toes in an effort to stay warm as we waited.

Suddenly he turned to me.

“Is it weird if ask for your number?”

“Not at all, here,” I said, pulling out my phone to hand to him. We exchanged phones and he punched in his number as I did the same.

“I’ll text you?” He grinned, slipping his hands back into his pockets along with his phone.


The old bus pulled into the station with a screech and hiss of the brakes.

“Well, it was really nice to meet you. Thanks for not killing me,” I said with a soft laugh.

“No problem.” His eyes twinkled again and I couldn’t hold back a smile.

“I’ll see you, hopefully, Y/N,” he gave a quick wave and was off, huddling under his sweatshirt.

“Bye,” I called softly, and stepped into the bus.

Like a Cowboy

Okay guys, I literally just wrote this in like fourty-five minutes or so. The title of this and the song that inspired is Like a Cowboy by Randy Houser. You can click on the link and listen while you read if you would like :)

Like a Cowboy

Dean x Reader

Warnings: A little angsty, language, light smut

Word count: 1660+ (with out the lyrics)

Originally posted by princesscas

Every time I fall I get back up again

Cinch my saddle up and find me another wind

Let it take me where it wants to go

Another one horse town, another damned old rodeo

The vamp nest took far longer to clear than what Dean Winchester would have liked. Probably because most of his thoughts were occupied with the sight of you, the sound of your voice, the way your skin felt beneath his. Dean, to say the very least (though he would never admit it) missed you. It had been a whole week and a half since the eldest Winchester had had you in his arms–way too long for his liking.

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