this was the best i could do okay

chromusdomus  asked:

Hi, um I'm not sure where to turn for this and I've been a follower for a while, but I trust your judgement and knowledge. I bought a beautiful grumpy betta boy on Friday and had left my tank to run and cycle for two weeks beforehand. Today I noticed that he had a fungus growing on his caudal fin. I lost my previous betta boy to a fast growing fungus and I don't want to lose this one. What should I do?

oh noo!! okay, jsyk he was probably already carrying the fungus from the petstore, almost all bettas are due to the poor conditions they’re kept in, this is not bc of your tank

my advice is to first identify what kind of fungus it is the best you can, sometimes finrot looks like a fungus, sometimes its a piece of tank debris caught on his butt, either way 100% of the time it’s best to know what you’re dealing with BEFORE attempting any sort of medication as this could worsen the problem (or make him immune to the meds when he actually needs them)

Here is a handy graphic on the Betta First Aid Kit (note: it’s generally a better idea to get actual medications from this list rather than “”betta fix”” as that’s just miscellaneous oils and chemicals marketed as a “cure-all”)

i hope he gets well soon, and if u need to u can definitely drop me a line any time for more help!!

We're all a little broken

Person A wakes up screaming from a nightmare, they thought they moved past this, and they had just started dating person b, they weren’t planning on showing them this side right away, the damaged pathetic side they don’t think anyone could love, so they get up to leave the bed, only to hear person b,

Person b-“hey where are you going, is everything okay? ” sits up to see person a crying

Person a-“I’m, I’m leaving, I can’t do this, it was a mistake thinking I could, I have to go”

Person b-“why, what happened? Talk to me, I’ll be there for you”

Person a- “it’s best if you didn’t, I’ll only end up hurting you, I’m broken person b, I’m broken and I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay, it’s not fair to you to put you…..” interrupted by a hug

Person b-“we’re all a little broken, we just need someone to help pick up the pieces,” wipes away person a’s tears “and if you think for one second I’m letting you leave, you’re completely wrong, everyone is broken, I love, I love you and I’m not letting you go, now come back to bed, I’ll hold you in my arms and if it happens again, just tell me”

Person a shocked and crying again -“what did I do to deserve you?”

Person b-“you’re you, I love every part of you, the good and the not so good”

The two lay in bed, together, and person a sleeps through the rest of the night.

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YOU ARE THE BEST LEADER THAT A GROUP COULD ASK FOR

You may appear to be indifferent and tough but truth is you are just too good at hiding your own emotions. But sometimes it is okay to break. Thank you for doing such a great job at leading Red Velvet and for being so strong despite everything, BAE JOOHYUN IRENE. Ignore all of the insensitive comments about you and continue to be comfortable living in your own skin. No words could describe how much of a wonderful person you are #ProtectLeaderIreneAtAllCost ♥

The silliest (most brilliant) thing I’ve ever done in the name of writing is play with dolls. When I first started writing in ye olde days of school, I could not remember which character was where especially when they were silent. They’d be talking and characters would appear and disappear mid-conversation. “Jenn frowns. Brad winces. Jasmine is mysteriously absent.” For all I knew, Jasmine was doing cartwheels in the background.

Then I took out a couple of dolls, plopped ‘em down in a dollhouse and went “Huh. Okay, well Jenn, over by the door, frowns at Brad. Brad, across the room and using the sofa as a barrier between them, winces. Jasmine, seated on the sofa, does her best not to be involved.” 

It helped me not forget characters and to have a good spatial awareness in my writing. So if you need to practice how to write multiple people at once, use dolls.

How to cope with failing classes

Last week was the last week of classes for me, and I think I failed two out of the five subjects I enrolled for this term.

I had two breakdowns, and I spent days crying over what I could no longer change. It had gotten so bad I was shaking involuntarily, and I couldn’t bring myself to go to school.

So let’s get straight to the point.
You failed some classes this term.
Believe it or not, it’s not the end of the world.

Failure is part of growing, and I know that while you’re reading this, it might not seem true… but please believe me, it is.

You did your best – with the time and materials you had. You did all you could to salvage what was left of your semester. That’s okay. You have a chance to do better in the following term, or if your professor allows it you can still fix your grade this month. The point is that, you did not fail yourself. 

You are still a good person, and you are not a failure. 

Do not ever be harsh to yourself for not being able to perform as good as you wanted to. Failure is part of change, and now you are able to learn from your mistakes.

Ask yourself, what was it that you did wrong or what happened that led to this? Pick up from there, and apply what you’ve learned in the following terms or events in your life.

Do not ever beat yourself for not being able to do what you wanted. Treat yourself with some respect. Cry, go ahead and let it all out, but when you’re done crying, start moving forward again.

If you didn’t get to complete all the requirements for a subject, then work on it when you are ready to start again. Do not work when you are still feeling emotionally wrecked or unhappy. Take care of yourself first.

  • Queen Elizabeth II, on the phone: Hello England, how are you today?
  • England: I'm well thank you, a bit bored though. For once I don't have extra work to do.
  • Queen Elizabeth II: Oh I wish I could come over to knit with you like we always do, but it's getting harder to travel by myself in my old age.
  • England: it's okay Lilibet, my Queen- Oh...
  • Queen Elizabeth II: hm? What is it England, dear?
  • England: it seems that I don't have any food left in the cupboard and the fridge... I should go down to Tescos to get some-
  • Queen Elizabeth II: *driving her jeep at the speed of sound* DONT WORRY ENGLAND, GRANDMA'S COMING WITH FOOD!!
A Letter to the Sherlock Fandom

You may think that this is a lot of text and too long to read but I implore you to try so that you can better understand these points of view.

I apologise if this isn’t as eloquent or measured as I intended it to be but I am honestly so angry at the Sherlock fandom right now. Not all, obviously, many are conducting themselves amazingly no matter their opinion on the episode. However, there are a large (and loud) number who are not and not only are these people making the rest of us look bad and acting as if they speak for the fandom as a whole, I fear that they are doing (and may have already succeeded in doing) irreparable damage to what could have been a great community.

There are several points I wish to address in this post so I will try to dissect each one individually to the best of the ability.

Harassment

No matter what you thought of the episode it is NOT okay, or even productive, to harass members of the cast or crew in any way (whether it be through social media, through official complaints (which can actually have further effects on their professional lives also which are definitely not yours to mess with) etc.). It started with Amanda back when season 3 was announced and that was just downright cruel and now it seems the lesson has not been learnt. They have worked hard on this show and even if it did not turn out as you personally expected it or wanted it to you cannot hate them for having a different view of where things should go than you. I have seen many people on Tumblr saying things along the line of ‘it our show anyway we can do what we want and it can be what we want it to be’. No. It is their show, we merely enjoy it - they created it and they have final say on what happens. I for one would not wish to see a world where the fans get to decide what happens as that would only ever cause further divide in communities and result in one section of a fandom having superiority over the others which is already happening in the Sherlock fandom with some Johnlockers/TJLCers.This harassment also extends to the harassment of other member of the fandom - labelling someone as homophobic because they don’t ship a same-sex ship is not only detrimental to the LGBT+ cause it puts up further barriers for the normalisation of non-traditional relationships.

On a similar topic, complaining to the BBC because you didn’t like the episode is not only petty but also counterproductive - these people are not asking for change in doing so they are calling for an end to the show and a witch-hunt in which those who created it are to be mocked in a public sphere. I have seen many people proudly posting images of their complaints and encouraging others to do the same and even petitions to a similar effect and it saddens me that people have become so arrogant in believing that the show is theirs and they were owed more that they would stoop to such levels. You were not owed anything. You didn’t like it, deal with it, move on.

Queerbaiting

I cannot express how much I dislike this term. Sometimes, yes, the teasing of fans with a potentially queer couple is done in an interpretably malicious way. With Sherlock, this is not the case. The cast and crew have said from the start that Johnlock (the main ship brought up in such discussions) was not going to happen. If you missed that and were not aware - fine; but if you knew this and then continued to be upset that it wasn’t happening - that is on you.  It is not queerbaiting if there was never any potential for the relationship in the first place - especially when neither character has been canonically stated to be queer.

Fetishisation of Gay Relationships and the Anti-Straight Trend in the Progressive Community

Wow, that was a long title. I have seen many of the aforementioned complaints to the BBC, petitions and Tumblr posts claiming that by not making a ship such as Johnlock canon they have let down a large portion of the community who are LGBT+ and have not given them the representation they deserve. Whilst representation is good and everyone does deserve to be able to see someone like them on television, as I said before, we have known from the stat that this was not going to happen with these characters. If you didn’t understand that clear message - again, it is on you, not the creators who have always been honest about the future of such a ship. You can be upset that they did not become canon in the same way that you would for any other ship but you cannot claim that you have been robbed of representation, misled in any way or owed better because you were never promised it in the first place.

As for the title of this section, I have seen a common trend in fandom communities towards making canonically straight characters gay, which whilst harmless if not taken to the extreme (as I feel some members of the Johnlock community have) actually highlights a double standard and serious problem that must be addressed. If one were to take a canonically gay character, strip them of their identity and make them straight they would be called homophobic in an instant. However, when it is the other way around, no one complains. Heterosexual is an identity too and to keep classifying it as separate from the others, in a class of its own, is only going to slow down progress and make it harder for true unity to occur. By stating that two characters, one of whom has categorically stated that they are not gay (and of course only one would be enough) have to be gay because of they way they interact (via your personal interpretation - often though tinted lenses) you are not only arguing that two men cannot be simply very good friends without harbouring romantic feelings for each other, you are also denying John of his own self-proclaimed identity.

The Bad Side of TJLC

(The previous paragraph is also relevant to this section and thus again I must state that whilst shipping two characters is fine, outright ignoring their identity and labelling them yourself is not.)

On paper, TJLC (The JohnLock Conspiracy) is not too harmful, you can speculate as much as you want. Where it becomes harmful is where people delve into the realm of delusion. There are many TJLCers who wholeheartedly believe that Johnlock is already canon or has to be canon and it is these people who appear to harbour the strongest negative beliefs about the recent episode and who are doing the most damage to this community.

I have seen countless posts recently along the lines of the following: 'clearly we know more than Moftiss’, 'how could they not see it was so obvious’, etc. Such arrogance as to your own beliefs is extremely harmful to the wider community. You do not know more than the creators of the show, the show is as they intended it to be - anything that you find within the show (with your TJLC-tinted glasses) that supports your predetermined theory is simply you putting two and two together and making five. It was not intended and therefore not symbolic of your beliefs and so your interpretation is no more than that - an interpretation not fact.

Believe it or not, for those of us not in the TJLC community, JohnLock was not obvious - for someone like me, when I first heard of this ship and TJLC I was incredibly surprised because I saw no romantic connection whatsoever - just two friends; and that was all that they were intended by the creators to be. If you were aware of the cast and crews comment of the subject and still deluded yourself into believing that TJLC was true - that was on you. No one else is to blame for your beliefs not lining up with the facts of the show.

Your ship does not rule this fandom and you do not speak for the whole fandom so those of you saying they didn’t give the fandom what they wanted - you are wrong. They didn’t give you what you wanted. You don’t speak for me and you don’t speak for the countless others like me who actually enjoyed the episode and/or are not in any way JohnLock shippers.

Sherlock Holmes and the Delusion of the Fake Episode

For those of you who still believe in some way that the episode was a fake one, that a  new episode will come out and say that it was all a dream etc. Again, you are deluding yourself and this is not healthy and will only lead to disappointment. It is what it is. Failure to accept reality for what it is and move on from there, living in a constant state of denial is a serious problem.

I have so much more to say and honestly not the words to say it without going off onto too much of a tangent right now. I may add continuations (in fact I most likely will once I can formulate sentences again) to this if I think of anything.

I know that one post on Tumblr isn’t going to make a whole lot of difference and the fractures in this community may never heal but I honestly could not hold this in any longer.

You are welcome to ask questions or for clarification on any point made or any point you wish me to address.

things you should definitely 100% not think about when you think about philip shea (except do because philip shea is perfect and you should always think about him)

- Okay, first of all, don’t think about how Philip was literally almost shot and actually did literally beg for his life for a moment and allowed himself to be scared about that for approximately .5 seconds before sucking it up and remaining seemingly calm for pretty much the rest of the show (except for when he realized tommy and tracey were in danger. because philip shea cares about other people. but once they are gone, he accepts it quickly and moves on. that is philips’ like number one skill. accept and move on. don’t think about why that is).

- Don’t think about how he somehow got to the city in the middle of the night and then didn’t even risk going inside. Don’t think about how he just curled up on the couch outdoors as if this was a common, acceptable place for him to sleep and passed out, alone, after almost being killed.

- Don’t think about how he goes from saying “I’m done. can’t go back, can’t go back there” to accepting he can’t live with him mom again in approximately ten seconds. He doesn’t argue too much about it. Doesn’t beg or plead or threaten to run away. Just says “I know” and gives his mom cigarettes and then sits and comes out to her because she wants to hear nice things about him and to him, lukas liking him back enough to kiss him is a nice thing.

- Don’t think about how when given the opportunity, Philip will sit next to a man who has almost definitely abused him and just do nothing but pretend the guy likes him.

- Don’t think about his honest confusion when he asks “Why not” after Lukas says he didn’t have sex with Rose.

- Don’t think about how Philip is so calm and willing to do or be whatever the person he loves (read: his mom and Lukas) needs him to be. I mean, yes, he tells Lukas no that one time and calls him on his shit other times, but really, overall, the kid is willing to put himself on the line for those he cares about: “Had to be cool for my mom—I can be cool for you to.” “What do you want me to say? I’ll say whatever you want.” Ugh, he just—he tells Lukas not to drink the hand sanitizer but then three seconds later he does the same thing, no questions asked, because Lukas tells him to. Don’t even get me started on the whole Rose debacle.

- Lukas freaks out when Philip hands him a condom, Philip minimizes it and says “It’s okay. it’s okay, it’s fine” coaxes him back down and no more pressure to do anything. Philip tells Lukas he told his mom about them, Lukas says “There’s nothing to say” and Philip just nods quickly, “Okay.” Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t call Lukas on anything. Just says okay and then offers to take Lukas into the city cause he thinks that will help him.

- Philip won’t get Lukas drugs, but he will help Lukas look for things to sell when he asks and go with him to the pawn shop and wait outside while he does it.

- And, like, I’m not saying this to say Philip is a pushover or weak, he’s not- he’s just contained. All the time. He is the stable one. The calm one. He is careful not to push too much. He thinks of solutions and waits to see if they will actually be listened to but is very, very cautious with actually being assertive with his ideas/wants/needs. He is just so much more attuned to everyone else.

- Oh, ALSO, don’t think too much about how Philip overheard Gabe and Helen arguing about him and chose to step out and put himself in that line of fire anyway. He could have just hung back and waited a little. Or, fuck, run off until things cooled down. But Gabe was being yelled at and they were arguing and so he decided to step in. Cause Philip wants to keep everyone happy.

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Okay, but since the writers are clearly screwing with everyone now, and so many fans were convinced Tom Hiddleston would be playing a third Holmes brother…

The ACTUAL BEST thing they could do is say they were taking John to meet Sherrinford up in the tower. When they get there, he sees Tom Hiddleston. But then it turns out Tom’s just the maintenance man or something.

You hear, “I am Sherrinford.” And Mary steps out.

Birdy-effin-Edwardsed, man.

RP Starters: Vampire
  • “When you’ve been alive for a couple of centuries, you kind of have to develop a different attitude towards life.”
  • “It’s daytime, you better have a good reason for waking me up while the sun is still shining.”
  • “I’d rather not dwell on the fact that I feel like drinking the blood of my best friend.”
  • “300 years of friendship ended in a single moment, and you ask if I’m okay?”
  • “At what point in the last century did humans forget what knocking was?”
  • “You are blood of my blood and all of that silly Bram Stoker mess.”
  • “I wouldn’t eat you if you were the last human on earth.”
  • “I gave you new life! And this is how you repay me?”
  • “How are you doing? Are you feeling…. bitey?”
  • “Does it hurt? You know… your… neck… thing.”
  • “I didn’t know whether I could tell you before.”
  • “Wait! You thought I was trying to eat you?”
  • “I have given you another chance at life.”
  • “We just need to get the blood off you.”
  • “Have you ever wanted to live forever?”
  • “You can smell my blood, can’t you?”
  • “No one can resist immortality.”
  • “Have you ever killed anybody.”
  • “I want to be with you forever.”
  • “No… I can smell your blood.”
  • “Where is your reflection?”
  • “What’s your blood type?”
  • “What does it smell like?”
  • “I’m not afraid you you.”
  • “Good. It smells good.”
  • “Can I turn into a bat?”
  • “You look… delicious.”
  • “Who’s blood is that?”
  • “Bite me. Please.”
  • “You killed me!”

anonymous asked:

Okay, I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say I loved the monster AUs (vampire/werewolf). So since Halloween is coming up, could you do a comic where Arthur and Francis go on a date, but don't know the other is a monster until the moon comes up or something in time for Halloween? XD You're the best!!!!

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Miss Cats Finally Get Herself a Catsuit - AbbyCatsUK

So I thought being cat it was only a matter of time, before a got myself an outfit fit for the name. It’s not leather, PVC or latex, just a cheap faux material, I didn’t want to go crazy. It’s okay I guess, but I was hoping for something a little more figure hugging. It’s baggy around the bum and waist, so doesn’t have best of fits or looks.

I also feel the look it lacking something, even is a bit boring. It might need something like a neon pink belt or something just to make it more interesting. It certainly could do with a pair of neon pink heels, to complete it ;)

Still it was bit of fun to try out and possibly returned to in the future.

I was though super happy with my make-up, more certainly was an improvement here. Heavily slapped on foundation and powder really helped improve the look and hid that awful beard shadow :)

Knight in a Navy Coat (Newt x Reader)

Originally posted by xoxoeddie

Requested by Anon: Would you do a request where the reader and newt are dating and the reader is hurt by someone and newt gets all protective? Thanks! I love your writing style!

I really hope you enjoy this you lovely anon! 

Words: ~4000 (I like protective Newt, okay?!)

Rating: Super A +++ fluffy throughout, to kill you all slowly… and I’m pretty sure the memory of the first kiss is something I’m going to expand upon in another imagine cause it’s so darn cute! Lemme know if you guys feel the same!

Four months.

The best four months you could have ever imagined, going out on little adventures, dinners, and long walks with the wizard oddity that was Newton Scamander, it was better than you even imagined when you were initially adoring the Hufflepuff from a respectful distance.

As a “No-Maj”, or “Muggle” as Newt tended to call you fondly, you had been utterly fascinated with the realm of beasts and magical creatures that had opened up to you, and grew all the more passionate with their study the longer you spent with Newt. You continually thanked your stars you accompanied your friend Jacob to his bank meeting that fateful morning in New York.

Tonight had been lovely, a small dinner in a quaint cafe recommended by none other than Tina, who insisted on their world-famous cheesecake, which you two ended up sharing for dessert. Currently, you both were enjoying a long walk through central park, despite the incredibly late hour. Time flew by, you never ran out of subjects to discuss, though you did enjoy the quiet of each other’s presence just as much sometimes.

It was likely one of your last dates in New York before you two would board a boat to Britain, as Newt had emphasized the freedom you two would have as soon as you left the scrutinizing watch of MACUSA and their “bloody ridiculous” rules regarding the involvement of non-magical humans with wizards.

You didn’t care where you went, as long as the shy wizard’s slightly-calloused, freckled hand was in yours, you couldn’t be happier. In the spur of the moment, you tugged on Newt’s collar and stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “Your eyes are especially enchanting tonight.” You giggled at the almost instant reddening of your boyfriend’s cheeks as his seafoam eyes widened in delighted surprise, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile.

“I, uh, I ha-hadn’t noticed,” Newt stammered out, feeling his knees go a little weak. It was a wonder such few words had such an effect on him when they came from you.

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You Deserve Better

Can you do a fic where pietro is an ass to the reader and she is like best friends with Bucky? And pietro is mean because he’s jealous of their relationship but one time he takes it too far and he never gets her? Thanks- Anon /// I was wondering if you could do a fic where the reader has feelings for Bucky but pietro is an asshole to the reader? But then Bucky says he loves reader and pietro gets all mad? Sorry if this is hard to understand - @lucihaspie

Note: hi guess who’s back. back again. ya girl. ok so I put these two together, I hope that’s okay! this took a while and I apologize! feedback is more than welcome and thanks so much for the request! .c

Originally posted by coporolight

Originally posted by thefirstgingerdoctor


You and Bucky have been best friends basically since he arrived at the tower. You were bold in trying to get him to be your friend, and he warmed up to you one night after you let him vent to you about what went on in his mind. 

He knew he could confide in you and come to you about anything. You knew you’d never match up to his friendship with Steve, but it was pretty damn close. You had to admit, you’ve actually fallen for the super soldier.

There was an issue though, you were bold, but not bold enough to tell Bucky how you really feel. So, you leave it hidden in the back of your mind, closed off until the right moment. If that would ever come. Most days, you had an annoying pest called Pietro to keep those feelings and thoughts at bay.


You had just gotten back from a mission, tired and covered in mud and grime. Your joints hurt and you had cuts littered all over your body. Though the mission was a success, you had Pietro yelling in your ear every step you took about how you almost messed it all up, even though you really didn’t.

The team followed behind you and Pietro, watching him scream at you. “You’re stupid! An idiot! You could have gotten me shot!” Pietro yelled with his thick accent, his arms flailing around. You bit your tongue, tasting the metallic iron rising to the surface from biting so hard. You stared straight ahead, trying to drown out the man yelling at the top of his lungs at you.

You heard heavy footsteps approaching and someone shoved Pietro to the ground, just to have him speed back to his feet. “Enough! She didn’t do a damn thing wrong! I am tired of you acting like she’s nothing! Leave her alone!” You heard Bucky yell at Pietro. The two were toughing noses and both breathing heavily. “Hit me. Go on, if you’re so tough.” Pietro spat menacingly as Bucky’s metal hand clenched.

Wanda stepped in between the two, both of their chests crowding her. “If anybody hits anyone, it’ll be me hitting the both of you. Stop it.” Wanda ordered, staring up at her brother’s face. Bucky growled and you heard his arm whirring. 

He stomped off towards your direction and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his side as he placed his lips on your head. Pietro watched as you two walked off, his fists clenched.


A few hours had passed and you were all cleaned up. You were relaxing in the common room on the couch with Bucky, your head in his lap. Bucky’s hand was raking through your hair, gently scratching and massaging your scalp. You hummed in content with your eyes shut and Bucky stared down at you, a smile on his face. “That feel good?” Bucky asked, his voice just above a whisper.

You nodded gently as you opened your eyes to look at Bucky. He was staring down at you and you immediately blushed. Bucky chuckled, his body gently moving against you. “You’re cute when you blush.” Bucky said, caressing your hairline, letting his hand move down the length of your hair. “Are you serious? She’s not cute at all.” You heard Pietro’s annoying voice chime in.

Bucky’s head snapped towards Pietro, his jaw clenched. “Might wanna get your eyes checked.” Bucky grumbled, his hand ceasing it’s movement. You sighed and sat up, leaning against Bucky’s chest. 

A loud “ha” escaped from Pietro’s mouth. “My eyes work perfectly fine,” He said with a smug grin, taking a seat in the chair near the sofa, “I can see that Nat’s a goddess. Y/N? Nowhere near.” Pietro finished, his fingers tapping speedily against the arms of the chair.

You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. You had confided in Bucky one night about how insecure you felt about yourself and how you thought Natasha was better in basically every area. Bucky told you that he thought you were perfect and you should never talk so lowly of yourself.

You tried to move off of Bucky, but his arm slithered around your waist, holding you against him. Bucky sighed heavily. “Pietro, do us a favor and just leave, please.” Bucky snapped, his voice wavering between angry and calm. 

You sank into Bucky’s hold, feeling your face heat up. “Okay, tell me this, Barnes. Who would you choose between Nat and Y/N?” Pietro asked, causing Bucky’s breathing to stop and you to sit and wait for his answer.

Your heart was thumping in your ears as Bucky stayed silent. You shoved yourself off of Bucky, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Pietro’s arm stuck out as you walked by him and he gripped your wrist. “Don’t touch me.” You spat, yanking your hand from him. 

Bucky stood to his feet, watching you two. Pietro smirked at you, his eyes staring into your watery ones. You saw a flash of something in his eyes, but you couldn’t place your finger on it. It almost looked like guilt, sadness, and pain. But you knew he could never feel bad about how he treated you.

Pietro shrugged and chuckled. “So, you know I’m right then.” Pietro said to Bucky as you walked away, not being able to handle standing there any longer. You weren’t there to see Bucky snatch Pietro up by his shirt and defend your honor, telling Pietro how you felt about yourself and how much he loved you. You didn’t see the anger take place in Pietro.

You ran to your room, shoving past a team member every now and then. Steve finally stopped you in your hallway, he had been in Wanda’s room, discussing Pietro earlier and what they should do to stop it for good. “Y/N?” Steve asked, his blue eyes observing your current state. You sniffled and looked at your shoes. “C-Captain.” You said, your voice breaking.

Steve stepped closer to you, his finger lifting your chin. “Y/N, you can call me Steve off duty. Tell me what’s wrong.” Steve said with a slight frown, wiping your tears. Your lip quivered and you threw yourself into Steve’s arms, sobbing into his navy blue shirt. “Pietro.” He said with a firm voice, he was all too familiar with this. His arms tightened around you before he pulled away.

You choked on another sob and Steve held your arms. “I’ll be back. Go to Wanda, talk to her, please.” Steve said before he placed a kiss to your forehead. You nodded and he left, his strides long and angry. You stood in front of Wanda’s door and she turned to you. “Hey Y/N-” She gasped at your wet cheeks and puffy eyes. “Again?” She asked, shaking her head as she walked over to you and hugged you.

You sighed into the hug, your arms holding her. “He’s so mean all the time.” You whispered as you felt Wanda’s hands rubbing your back. “I tell him to stop, he just doesn’t listen.” Wanda said softly, “Y/N, there’s something you should know.” Wanda said as she pulled back from you. You listened closely.

Wanda sighed and looked around her room, as if she were searching for what to say. “My brother is jealous of your relationship with Bucky.” Wanda finally said and your eyebrows creased together. “Wh-why? Why would that give him any reason to treat me so horribly?“ You questioned as you felt the anger in your stomach start to boil. You watched Wanda’s face as she gave you a look.

Wanda shook her head, her hair falling from behind her ear. “I-I think he likes you.” Wanda said, almost whispered. Your mouth fell open and you took a step backwards. Pietro treated you horribly because he was jealous and likes you? Who the hell does that? How is that right at all? You scoffed and wiped angry tears away, leaving Wanda’s room.

She rushed after you and grabbed your wrist. “Y/N! Please, don’t-” You turned to her. “What? Don’t hurt him?” You spat, squinting your eyes at her. She recoiled and frowned. She nodded and tucked her lips between her teeth before responding. “I can’t stop you.” She said, meeting your eyes. You scoffed. “No, you can’t.” You said before stomping away.

Your anger was something you hardly act on but now, you just wanted to lash out. You breathed in and out heavily, ignoring the sudden lightheaded wave that hit you. You took the elevator up to the common room and heard Bucky yelling already. No doubt at Pietro. You walked in cautiously, listening.

Bucky growled, shaking his head. “You’re the biggest piece of-of CRAP! You profess love but treat her like she’s nothing!? Yo-you-” Bucky pointed at Pietro, “are a waste of her time!” He yelled, his voice growing hoarse. Pietro was standing still, his shoulders slumped. You walked in and gained the attention of everyone. Wanda walked in beside you now.

You bit back your anger, deciding to spare Pietro your own wrath. Pietro turned to you and Bucky looked like he had been crying. Your heart sank as you walked up to Pietro. You looked up at him and he was about to speak, until your hand flew up and across his cheek. You heard gasps fall from the mouths in the room. Pietro held his reddened cheek and wiggled his jaw.

His eyes filled with tears and he looked down at you. Your hand stung but you shook it off, straightening your back and shoulders. “I deserved that.” Pietro said softly. You scoffed and shook your head. “You deserve a lot worse after everything you did to me.” You said, your voice smaller and weaker than you wanted it to be.

Pietro clenched his jaw and nodded, his cheek slightly swelling. “I, uh, guess you don’t feel the same, huh?” Pietro asked you, his eyes meeting yours. You shook your head, looking up at him. “No.” You said before turning on your heel and making your way back to your room.

Back in the common room, Bucky walked over to Pietro. “You fucked up. But at least she has someone to treat her right and who loves her.” Bucky said, walking away. Pietro scoffed and chuckled, getting angry again. Before he could speed over and give Bucky a swift punch to the face like he wanted, Wanda trapped him in her red shield.

Bucky kept walking, taking the elevator to your room.

You were sitting on your balcony with your legs dangling through the openings, letting the cold wind dry your fresh tears. You wiped at your cheeks and inhaled shakily, a little sob breaking through your mouth.

You couldn’t believe that someone would treat you so horribly and say such mean things to you, cutting you down to nothing but insecurities, and say they like you. You just couldn’t believe it.

You heard your balcony doors open, not able to see who it was as you stared down at the busy city far beneath you. “Wanda, if you’re here to scold me for slapping your brother, I’m not going to apologize.” You said through your sobs. “I was going to say it was pretty impressive, though I expected a punch.” You heard Bucky say with a small chuckle.

You couldn’t help but blush at the sound of his voice. You felt him pick you up by your waist, pulling you from the railing. You turned to Bucky and shivered from the gust of wind, your hair whipping into your face. He tucked it behind your ear and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You let Bucky take you back inside of your room, shutting the balcony doors.

You sat on your bed, leaning against your headboard. Bucky sat beside you and pulled you onto his lap. “Y/N, please don’t cry.” Bucky whispered, cradling your head onto his shoulder. 

You sniffled and held in your tears, a tired sigh escaping your lips. “I just don’t know how-I mean, he-” You sobbed again, shaking your head. Bucky held you closer and shushed you gently. He rocked you back and forth, his own heart breaking at your tears.

You sat in silence, listening to Bucky’s slow and steady breathing. You played with his metal fingers, finding comfort in the cold. Bucky placed kisses along your head, his flesh hand drawing random shapes on your thigh. “I love you, Y/N.” Bucky suddenly whispered, leaning his chin on your head. You stopped your movements and your breath hitched in your throat.

You sat up and turned in Bucky’s lap, straddling him as your eyebrows creased. “What?” You asked, your voice soft. You stared into Bucky’s eyes and he held your waist, his thumbs rubbing the small bit of exposed skin from your shirt riding up. Bucky smiled and looked at your face, studying every inch of it as if he would forget it.

Bucky inhaled nervously. “I love you.” Bucky repeated, his eyes searching yours. Your mouth fell open a tad as you processed what he just said. “But, earlier you didn’t say who you’d choose, I assumed you said Natasha after I left.” You said, looking away from Bucky’s eyes. “No, I’d choose you any day. I just didn’t know what to say, Pietro was pissing me off.” Bucky explained, rubbing your sides.

You looked up at Bucky again and looked at his lips. You leaned in slowly, building the courage to finally tell Bucky how you felt. “I love you too, Bucky.” You whispered before closing the distance between your lips and his. Bucky smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer, his metal hand cradling your head gently.

Your lips moved against each others perfectly as your hands found his long locks, gently raking through them. Your stomach flipped with happiness and you realized that you belonged with Bucky and nothing would change that.

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Jealous Newt is the best Newt (Newt X Reader)

Originally posted by hardyness

My first requester asked for a jealous Newt and something smutty. Second requester said back after I said I don’t write smut: tbh I found the simple idea of “a story where newt gets super jealous of this guy flirting with you” great? Maybe the reader doesn’t know that Newt is in love at this point and it could lead to something fluffy or to a kinda dramatic confession instead?

WARNINGS: HEAVY cinnamon spice, but no sinnamon spice ;) BADUM TISH, okay sorry that was lame.


PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY STORY ON WATTPAD WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. IM GETTING REALLY SICK OF PEOPLE TAKING MY STORY WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE. OKAY? OKAY, movin’ on.


There was an indescribable pain in Newt’s heart. He couldn’t tell if it was physical or mental or maybe both, but it hurt. Like a shock or someone stabbing his heart with a needle.

The pain only came when he saw you around with other guys. And especially if another guy flirted with you.

Newt knew it was silly to feel jealous, you two weren’t even together, as far as he was aware, you thought of him as just a good friend. He also felt bad for the possessive feeling. You were entitled to flirt and talk to whoever you jolly well pleased.

It was one particular bad night for Newt when you and him had gone out to a bar. You looked irresistible all glamed up and most every man in the bar seemed to think so too.

Newt sat drinking in complete silence and pain as man after man came up to you and tried to buy you a drink.

He watched one particular man, tall and handsome, flirt with you. The handsomer the man was, the more Newt got jealous.

“I’d love to get to know you,” the man said, smirking and gently playing with your hair.

You pulled back, playfully flirting along. “Is that all you’d like to get to know?” You gave him a sly look.

The man grinned a not very nice grim, according to Newt. Newt frowned hard. He shouldn’t be here. But he also wanted to keep an eye on you and make sure you didn’t get yourself hurt. “Maybe you should stop by my place so I can get to know better?” He said seductively, his voice raspy and low.

You pushed him away and then winked at him. “Nice try, ace, maybe next time,” you chuckled, turning away from him. You made your way back to Newt, who was still frowning. “Are you alright, Newt?”

Newt pushed his drink back. “Ma-maybe we should go home…” He mumbled, his hands twitching as he fumbled with his napkin, folding it into some kind of origami.

You shrugged. “Yeah, okay, I’m kinda sick of these jerks anyway,” you said, standing up and glaring at the men around.

Newt likewise stood up, a little more pathetically and less graceful. He reached for your hand and pulled you out of the bar, using quick sharp strides. “Let’s go home,” he agreed briskly.

Newt didn’t let go of your hand, but kept dragging you along in a sort of hurried manner. “Newt, slow down, why are you in such a hurry? Why are you so tensed? What’s wrong?” You demanded, finally catching up with the fast strides.

“That’s three questions, I’m only answering one,” Newt replied back absentmindedly. He hated answering questions. He much preferred slithering out of them.

“Wait what?!”

“Yes in deed. That’s your question answered.”

“No wait, that wasn’t my question!”

“You said wait what. That’s a question.”

You opened your mouth in rejection and then closed your mouth, trying to figure Newt out.

Newt didn’t let go of your hand until the two of you were safely back at the Goldstein sister’s apartment. You shared the apartment with the sisters and Newt was only there because he had nowhere to stay and at any rate he spent 90% of his time in his suitcase.

Newt quietly walked to his room, but you followed him, demanding to know more.

His room was tidy and clean, his bed made and his suitcase right next to it. You had never been into his room and you were surprised how not trashed it was, since his shed was trashed. “Newt, are you jealous?” You finally asked Newt, staring at him with a hard look.

Newt looked at you sheepishly, while he took his coat off and his vest. Loosening his shirt he grumbled, “I don’t know what you mean…”

You watched him sit on his bed and take off his shoes. You could see his fine collarbones in the dim room. You slowly walked over to him and sat beside him. “Why are you jealous?” you asked softly, already gathering what his answer would be.

Newt sighed, running his hand through his hair and avoiding eye contact. “B-because… I fancy you… a great deal and I don’t think you’re aware of how… attractive you are and how… I feel when… better looking men try to flirt with you…” Newt paused and then gave you a small lopsided smile. “I, uh, am slightly tipsy so I don’t know whether I’m making sense or not…”

You looked at him. He was slightly tipsy, you could tell, but at the same time you could see the pain in his eyes. He probably wouldn’t have been able to confess anything had he not been intoxicated. “I never cared for them anyway. They’re annoying…” You fidgeted with your hands. “The truth is… I, uh, fancy you too… what those men said to me, it doesn’t bother me.“

Newt gently put his hands around your waist. “Those men have no right to say anything like that… I should be the only one allowed to call you love, love…”

You looked at him again, mildly surprised by his sudden chance in posture. But you didn’t mind, what he said turned you on. “Newt…” You whispered quietly.

The next seconds were a blur, as Newt’s lips were on you and the subtle taste of alcohol filled your mouth. You were slightly aware of your hands shooting up to Newt’s disheveled hair.

Newt grabbed your waist and gently threw you onto your back. Hovering above you, Newt said quietly into your ear, “Who’s the only one who can kiss you like this?” His mouth landed on your jawline, giving you small kisses.

You gave a little gasp. “Uh… Y-you…” You whimpered quietly. You realized your hands were moving on their own again and were finishing unbuttoning Newt’s cotton shirt.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly?” Newt replied. He slowly forced opens your legs and slithered in between them, lowing himself down onto you and burring his face into your neck laying soft kisses on your bare neck.

“Y-you…!” You whimpered again, a little louder but not wanting to wake anyone else in the house.

You felt Newt’s hand rubbing your thigh. “Who’s the only man who can touch you like this?” Newt quietly demanded, slowly teasing you.

You gave out a strained noise, a burning sensation starting to form. You wrapped your arms around Newt’s back and pressed your mouth against Newt’s bare shoulder trying to muffle the noise coming from your mouth.

“C'mon, baby, don’t be shy,” Newt murmured into your ear. His breathing tickled your skin and made you shiver beneath him.

“N-Newt,” you moaned as he attacked your neck, forming a round red mark.

“What’s that? Say it louder, love…” Newt continued to tease you. He knew you wanted more. Much more, but he had patience.

you dug your nails into his back. “P-please… N-Newt…” You stuttered out, your voice only barely louder than the first plead.

Newt’s hand massage on your thigh grew a little harder, making your skin burn. “Say that again, this time try and—”

“NEEWTT! PLEASE!” You shrieked out loud, finally giving up on being quiet for the sake of others. You were basically now in tears wanting more than just kisses and thigh massages. “I-I’M YOURS!”

Newt looked a little startled at your audacity to finally stop being so shy and quiet. But he smiled down, gently planting a kiss on your mouth. “There it is… that’s my girl.”


Newt decided to join Queenie for breakfast today, since she often ate alone and Newt was feeling fantastic, aside from a minor headache.

“Hullo, Queenie, do you have anything for a hangover?” Newt asked, stumbling into the kitchen.

Queenie was at the table and was reading the paper. “Why should I help you?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Newt looked confused. Queenie was a morning person and was always bubbly in the morning. “What?” Newt asked completely baffled.

Queenie smirked. An unusually dark smirk. Newt was becoming uneasy. “Don’t act so innocent, Mr. Scamander. You and Y/N kept me up WAAAY past my bedtime with your little party!”

THE END!!! Hope you liked it even though it was so long, lol! This was pretty spicy, did ya like it?

the jealous!mercy au

suggested by an anon!

  • mercy isn’t really the type to get jealous
  • that’s what she’s always told herself
  • so the reason she’s staring daggers at the woman sitting with fareeha is not because she’s jealous
  • it’s because she’s concerned for fareeha’s safety
  • you never know what might happen
  • despite the fact that the woman was her childhood friend and fareeha’s armed with no less than three guns
  • the woman laughs and touches fareeha’s arm
  • angela’s jaw clenches.
  • lena slides in next to her.
  • ‘y’know, there’s an expression that goes, if looks could kill…’
  • ‘what do you want, lena.’
  • lena’s eyebrows rise slightly at her tone
  • ‘i was just checkin’ up on ya. you’ve been glarin’ over there for the past hour.’
  • the past hour, during which fareeha has decided to become best friends with this fucking woman
  • ‘i’m. fine.’
  • ‘okay, okay.’
  • lena disappears to a little booth in the corner, and whispers in widow’s ear
  • the woman smiles, leans closer. fareeha grins, lopsided. mercy scowls.
  • ‘careful, dr. ziegler.’
  • widowmaker.
  • ‘what?’ she snaps.
  • ‘one might think you were jealous.’
  • ‘i am not. i am looking out for her.’
  • ‘you know perfectly well how capable amari is of defending herself.’
  • ‘that doesn’t mean anything in a setting like this.’
  • widow scoffs. ‘of course not.’
  • they sit in silence for a moment, and then widow leans closer.
  • ‘i do not think that you care for her as a friend. tell me, what is your word- ah, yes. die Freundin.’
  • mercy tenses. ‘i told you-’ she growls, voice like shards of glass, but widow cuts her off.
  • ‘imagine,’ she whispers, voice low, ‘imagine her smiling at someone else, whispering quiet words of love to someone else, playing soft guitar for someone else, carrying someone else into the sky, imagine her making coffee for someone else, cooking for someone else, kissing someone else, imagine her loving someone else.’
  • the woman leans closer, presses a kiss to fareeha’s cheek. fareeha laughs.
  • ‘and imagine this. i know you’ve thought about it before- imagine her moving underneath you, muscles flexing, whispering low, fast arabic, your nails leaving bright red streaks down her back, how she would tense as you tipped her over the edge- you’ve imagined it.’
  • mercy’s muscles are tight now, shaking.
  • widow leans in, delivers the killing blow.
  • ‘so why can’t you imagine her with someone else?’
  • the stem of the wineglass snaps, and crimson wine swirls down mercy’s white knuckles.
  • widow smirks, rises to leave.
  • ‘you do not have much time, dr. ziegler,’ she calls. ‘fareeha amari is extremely desirable.’
  • and now the woman’s leaning in, and mercy rises, shoving her way through the crowd, and then she strides toward fareeha, and in one quick movement, pushes her up against the bar, and kisses her
  • it’s hot and hungry and a little bit mean, and both of them moan slightly
  • mercy pulls back, gauging fareeha’s reaction with terrified eyes
  • fareeha looks at her, and shakes her head, smile slowly growing.
  • ‘took you long enough.’

anonymous asked:

Oh jeez requests are open!!!! Ily mum u r da best mum!!! Could I request rfa reacting to an mc who's a klutz plz? Like constantly tripping/falling/walking into things/falls off chairs etc etc (lolol TOTALLY not a self insert pshhhfff idk what you're talking about) (u don't have to do this if u don't wanna!!!)

i am the most klutzy idiot so lets dive right in

Yoosung

  • even though you trip over something like 5 times an hour, he still flips his shit every time
  • he’d grab your arm and get super concerned
  • “MC!!! are you okay???”
  • “uh, yea, i’m fine! just gotta brush it off haha”
  • his hands hover over you for a second before going back to walking normally
  • “alright…are you sure?”
  • “yes, yes, im sure-”
  • this is when you trip for a second time curse this uneven sidewalk
  • and Yoosung does the same ridiculously protective thing where he puts his hands out to catch you, even though you know full well how to stop yourself from falling down after years of being clumsy
  • he really wishes he could wrap you up in bubble wrap
  • and Yoosung is pretty clumsy himself
  • sometimes while he’s cooking his spoon will just fall on the ground and he’s just kind of like “well there goes that”
  • you love to cook together but theres also a very high chance that most of the food will end up on the ground
  • my clumsy OTP

Zen

  • your clumsiness is a big source of stress for him
  • every time you  fall off of a chair, or almost fall flat on your face in public he has a tiny heart attack
  • once you two were on a jog in the park and you fell and scabbed your knee and Zen really almost took you to the hospital
  • it takes him awhile to learn that clumsy people are actually tough as shit, yknow from years of being beat up by the ground
  • “Zen, i swear im alright”
  • “are you sure? do you need me to carry you?”
  • “no”
  • sometimes Zen will ask you to help him practice a dance number with him
  • big mistake 
  • you have two left feel and he daces with the grace of a swan
  • its a terrible idea, but Zen loves dancing with you nonetheless
  • he thinks its kind of cute, and since you’re dancing together he can easily grab you if he sees you falling
  • this way u can fall all over the place without it stressing him out too much

Jaehee

  • she essentially becomes the most prepared person on the planet
  • she starts carrying around a full-blown first aid kit in her purse
  • she’s got band aids of all shapes and sizes, medical tape, gauze, alcohol rubs
  • instead of worrying about catching you as youre falling, she just worries about patching you up afterwards
  • at first she tried to stop it while it was happening
  • but Jaehee quickly learned that you’re a lost cause and there is no way humanly possible to stop you from falling over
  • also, Jaehee doesnt let you bring coffee to customers anymore
  • lets just say you’ve broken multiple mugs and pissed of one or two costumers
  • so you make the coffee and she carries it out
  • she knows from experience that usually your klutzy episodes wont end in a serious injury, so she just lets you live your life and keeps band aids on hand

Jumin

  • you’ll never forget the first time you were eating dinner with Jumin and you slipped out of your chair
  • he was at your side so fast, holding your hands
  • you were laughing at yourself, and when you looked up and saw how concerned he looked, you laughed even harder
  • “are you alright? how are you feeling? do i need to call an ambulance?”
  • you were laughing so hard you couldnt even answer him, but for some reason he was still convinced that you were seriously hurt
  • he takes out his phone with one hand while still holding yours with the other, and you started pulling on him to try and stop him
  • “im…fine…”
  • “theres no way you’re fine. it sounded like something broke”
  • everything that comes out of his mouth makes you laugh even harder
  • you wipe some tears away from your face and pull Jumin to the ground
  • “this happens all the time, i promise im alright”
  • ever since then Jumin still whips his phone out until you tell him you’re okay
  • now he’s used to it, but he cant help but ask how youre feeling every time something happens
  • he just has to

707

  • the first time something happened he couldnt stop laughing
  • the second time something happened he couldnt stop laughing
  • it gets him every time
  • “hey, why dont you sit on the floor during lunch today? it will be much safer for you”
  • “woah, watch out for those poles! they move pretty fast”
  • “what happened there? the ground whispered to you and you had to get closer to hear it?!”
  • the one time he trips over something you go HAM on his ass
  • you dont let him live it down for the rest of his life
  • one time he actually wrapped you in bubble wrap
  • like you were sitting at the computer and he sneak attacked you and essentially tied you to the chair with a wide layer of bubble wrap
  • he thought it was a good idea but since you couldnt use your arms he had to wait on you hand and foot
  • it was a terrible day for him but a great day for you
  • “i swear from now of im just gonna let you fall over…”
  • “thats all i ask”

thanks for reading!!!!!!!!! pls show me sum love if u liked it :3

I’m happy for you, I really am… But that doesn’t mean that I don’t wish that I could change your mind and make you want to be with me again. I can’t change your mind and the more I think about it, the more I wonder why I want to so damn bad.
—  Okay
  • Sherlock: I'm very sorry I tried to drug you, John. It was for the case, you know.
  • John: Yeah, I know. It's okay, just don't do it again.
  • Antis: Abuse. Awful. Terrible.
  • John: You SHOT and nearly killed my best friend?! And you've been lying to me this whole time? How could you?!
  • Mary: *shrugs*
  • Antis: That's love, bitch.