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the saga of is it a fic or are they headcanons continues.

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  • so michelle starts to get buddy buddy with ned and peter, ish.
  • she starts to actually kind of like ned, even if he sometimes puts his foot in his mouth sometimes. but they argue about the merits of comic books as a form of literature and he teaches her some words in tagalog and she learns how to call peter a son of a bitch so she’s pretty entertained.
  • but the weird things just keep piling up with peter.
  • he rushes off at random times, freezes whenever she asks him where he’s going, shows up to school with cuts and bruises looking like he’s been fighting in an underground boxing ring. she even saw him go into the chemistry lab the other day at lunch time even though they both took chemistry last year and he’s taking biology now.
  • he just does really weird things sometimes and michelle can’t help but notice.
  • michelle also can’t help but notice that spiderman is becoming more and more popular. people sell t-shrits, masks, shot glasses, tote bags. everything, basically. and maybe one day michelle might spend a little too much time looking at a t-shirt with a picture of spiderman in all his toned, muscly glory. but she just shakes her head and keeps moving.
  • she gets curious about him, though. where did he come from? who is he? why is he doing this? why did he sound oddly familiar in DC when he saved her friends?
  • and then one day she’s walking home from school after academic decathlon and she missed the bus which is totally her fault for staying later after practice to chat with peter and ned about the upcoming weekend and how their plans to construct a lego version of the starship enterprise were so utterly boring she could barely stand to listen to them. (and weren’t people supposed to choose star wars or star trek? was that not a thing? not that she cares about things peter likes. well, peter AND ned. anyway.)
  • she’s turning a corner when she sees someone out of the corner of her eyes. there is a man on the opposite side of the street walking several yards back from here. it could be nothing. but she’s also been taught to always be on high alert. so she grips her backpack to her body a bit tighter and walks a little faster down the street, cursing herself for not taking the more populated albeit slightly longer route home.
  • she continues down the street when she notices the man cross the street so that he’s on the same side of the road as she and at that point she just starts running. better that he thinks she’s odd if he isn’t following her than be caught if he is trying to catch her. she sprints down the street and turns another corner as she looks back to check if the man is following her and then bam. she’s on the ground, gripping the shoulder that practically crashed into a brick wall.
  • “oh my goodness, are you okay?” she sighs and looks at the owner of the panicked voice and she is left speechless. it’s…well, it’s spiderman.

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12x22: Dean Winchester is going to die

Well, when I was new, I wrote a whole post about this, about how early episodes but especially 12x11 foreshadowed that Performing!Dean was going to be deconstructed by the end of the season… Fans self.

The death of Performing!Dean in this episode was BEAUTIFUL. It was EXQUISITE. I couldn’t have asked for MORE! 

I literally grabbed and punched @amwritingmeta in the leg I don't know how many times as I paused it to point and shout.

1. The Grenade Launcher

So, the grenade launcher = performing!Dean metaphor. We had hoped and boy did they deliver! Did anyone else notice, while Dean was *ahem* knocking down the seemingly unpenetrable physical walls, that, maybe it was my weird link, but it seemed to me that the flashing ‘red’ lights in the MoL bunker were decidedly pinky-purpley in colour rather than standard alarm bells red and the flashlights glowed on the blue side of white… (the MoL HQ lights are also brightly pinky-purple to keep the theme going, I mean honestly what self respecting 1950s MoL guy chose this for the bunker instead of the usual red? Please!) Just saying. 

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

“It wasn’t long ago I thought we had it made. We had Cas back, we had mom back. I mean it wasn’t perfect but still…”.  This is it. Dean’s facade has been coming down all season, but at this point now, he just doesn’t see the point in holding it up anymore.

And what does Sam do? HE OPENS UP TO DEAN. He tells Dean how he feels, the reasons why he followed the MoL - that it was “easier than leading”, that he made a mistake. This enables Dean to be truthful himself, in the end, now. Again, they have had many times to reflect on their own deaths but this is another time similar to 11x23 where he can really reflect on what he has lost, and now what is that? Cas and Mary.

Dean uses the grenade launcher, that he’s been dying to do since forever, blows down the impenetrable seeming wall, saves the day. How meta do we need to go? It’s BLATANT. The choice in the colour of the lights, the dialogue, his feelings… the walls are Dean’s facade and the grenade launcher is his way of breaking it down. YES. This has been building all season and much prior to this other meta writers have said that he grenade launcher is associated with Dean’s hidden side, his bisexuality, Destiel etc… this is meta gold, THIS is a meta aspect Dabb was talking about. Toni even then parallels the tearing down of Mary’s mental wall with Dean’s physical use of the grenade launcher, just moments after. It is so well put together :D

Also, I have long believed that the bunker had to go. It represents too much the MoL side of things and the whole ‘living below ground’ thing is way too underground / metaphorically bad. For me they need a real, healthy home which is in between Bobby’s hunter house and the MoL bunker. Hopefully they will find a nice modern MoL home with kit but that isn’t so hidden above ground somewhere next season to take over and make their own :D

2. Sam the MoL leader

“Real hunting isn’t just about killing, it’s about doing whats right… I want you to follow me”. We have wanted this for Sam all season, the MoL story fits his personal arc so well (so did Eileen, still bitter), this is Sam’s endgame. Sam said just moments earlier that he didn’t want to lead, but now he is, because it is necessary and because he is good at it. I believe he will now see that this is what he wants and will work towards this for his endgame.

This then leads to…

3. Dean and Sam - ending the brodependency and Dean as Sam’s parent

Dean lets Sam go, the dialogue is amazing. “You’re ready for this… you got this” paralleled with an actual mom/daughter conversation between Jody and Alex. 

Originally posted by bridget-malfoy-stilinski-hale

Dean literally talks to Sam like a parent letting their child go off to college and I had to pause this for a long long moment to process and scream “they’re actually going there!” not even knowing what was coming next… man…

Then comes the Mary / Dean scene.

4. Dean and Mary

This was always going to be what Mary led to for Dean’s arc. After Amara had started this addressing of Dean’s facade in season 11 and Mary is basically an extension of Amara this season re: Dean (in the same way that she still has to influence Sam’s arc re: Lucifer, that is for next season). I LOVED how BLATANT and textual they made this, the actual lack of subtext because it was all in the ACTUAL TEXT! 

Firstly, Dean considers letting Toni go, which I had expected, to show the difference between our boys (morality) and the MoL as monsters.

Then… “Dad was just a shell…I had to be a father and a mother to keep him safe, and that wasnt fair, and I couldnt do it, and you wanna know what that was like? They killed the girl that he loved, he got possessed by Lucifer, they tortured him in hell and he lost his soul…But I forgive you, for everything.” MY HEART!

Ok, yeah, they did the thing, they brought Jess up 30 mins before killing the guy that Dean loves after not mentioning her for…. A DECADE? And paralleling one of the few scenes we ever saw her in with Dean/Cas too? After we already had the parallel with Dean seeing Cas when driving along, same as Sam did? So, only the scene of Sam and Jess in the bar and the scene where Dean actually meets her haven’t been paralleled now with Dean/Cas? I’M LIVING!

But seriously. The rest is exactly what we, the audience needed to understand Dean and to show casual viewers Dean’s inner angst in order to understand the facade coming down, this is exactly what Dean needed. He has come full circle, this is the start of the culmination of the end of Performing!Dean (which Jensen has no said at Jibcon will be furthered in season 13!).

Dean actually TELLS Mary in his mind that he hates her, but that he loves her. That he had to be Sam’s mother and father, and that it wasn’t FAIR. This is so important, that he didnt just say that it happend and that it sucked, but that it wasn’t FAIR and that he did not DESERVE IT.

This is Dean addressing not just his mother but how HE feels about it, how he feels about HIMSELF, that he is saying that he DESERVES MORE and has SELF WORTH. 

These are all the words I have been using since 12x01 re: Dean . I’m so happy!

5. Ketch kills Toni, Mary kills Ketch after Dean beats him to a pulp, PERFECT, Jody kills Hess, again perfect.

This had to happen to keep our boys on the ‘don’t kill humans unless they HAVE to’ side, especially after Dean considered letting Toni go. Thank you.

6. Winchester family reunion 

Sam’s forgiveness of Mary, Dean’s reaction to the happy family hug (it’s great but someone is missing…). “Who we are… we kick ass. We save the world” 

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SAM AND DEAN ARE ACCEPTING THEMSELVES THIS SEASON. In 12x09 Sam said it, now Dean says it. After all the angst this episode and for Dean all season…

This whole episode was for me the culmination of the deconstruction of Performing!Dean this season, which has been the main theme carried through on the character - driven side of things, it was beautiful.

In many ways I view this as the character - led season finale and 12x23 as the plot - led season finale (which I will post my thoughts on right up next).

I cannot WAIT to see the result of this episode come across next season. 

We have not only now Performing!Dean pretty much dead or on his way out, the Dean Winchester is going to die metaphor was fully used and was fantastic, but coupled with Cas being brutally taken away from Dean, the parallels with 2 key canon romantic couples (Sam/Jess and Cain/Colette) in this within SECONDS of each other, plus the Jibcon revelations that we will see more of Dean’s reaction to this in season 13, apparently crying (and Jared not even hiding Destiel jokes now) make me pretty much 100% convinced Destiel is really endgame now.

Aside from this we now have Dean accepting himself, his internal self acceptance arc coming to a close, Sam’s MoL arc coming up and I will touch on the other aspects of the story for Sam in the next post as they are relevant to Lucifer / Jack, and Cas’s arc too…

Season 13 is already set up for exactly the endgame I am wishing for!

Tink’s Endgame Wishlist :

- Mol! Sam (and Eileen, Chuck I’m still bitter about that though, I really hoped her death would turn out to be a misdirection). Pretty much CHECK.

- Hunter / Mol collaboration with Sam and Dean as leaders. Pretty much CHECK.

- End of the brodependency, Dean acknowledging he was Sam’s parent and letting him go. CHECK.

- End of Performing!Dean. Pretty much CHECK.

- Human!Cas and self worth and belonging for his arc. TBA probably next season, what happened this season makes no sense if not to lead to this.

- Destiel. Pretty much CHECK. (And now after seeing Jibcon and the boys just joking about it all the time? Yeah, I don’t think they have an issue with this!).

- ALL THE RAINBOWS

peachy-9795  asked:

hcs for bad boy tsun jungkook and his nerd jimin please. Like where they're dating but some people keep bothering JM because they think JM don't deserve JK and JK stand out abt it

//when they started dating everyone was really surprised. it wasn’t a common sight to see  jeon never-committed jungkook holding park book-worm jimin’s hand tightly.

//jeon is all cold faces, furrowed eyebrows and deathly glares. he usually gets into fights out and in school, despite everyone knowing they shouldn’t mess with him. he has like a fan club? more like ‘we are your friends bc we are afraid you will beat us to death :D’ and the typical ‘his mysterious aura is so hot pls jungkook marry me’.

//park is all gentle smiles and caring heart. he’s usually reserved, sits put at the front of the classroom and pays attention to the teacher. he’s nice and friendly, almost literally everyone is friends with him.
park and jeon are totally opposites.

//despite that, jungkook found himself attracted by jimin’s smiles and kind gestures. jungkook will not admit it, but jimin got him wrapped around his cute little fingers since that fateful day in which jungkook was staying behind at detention, forced to stack books to their right place and jimin offered his help.
“I practically live here, so i know every book’s place.”
the rest of the week jungkook spent all his afternoons in the library not giving a living shit he was confined into such awful place, because jimin’s smile and company was worth it.

//it took jungkook three months of awkward flirting and disguised dates (”hey jimin let’s go get ice cream after class” “ugh why?” “there’s a promo, if u go with your boy– your friend u can eat more ice cream so let’s go” “oh…ok”) for them to officially become a couple.

//jungkook accompanies jimin to his classes, hands held tight and cheeks tinted red.
“See you later jiminnie.”
“what? no kiss?” says jimin with a tiny pout that makes jungkook almost coo out loud. jungkook gives in to his boyfriend’s cuteness and pecks his cheek.
“no silly, not in the cheek.” mumbles jimin but before jungkook has the time to refuse “because ugh no it’s embarrassing, you are so needy” jimin pulls him in by his collar and their lips press together. it’s short and cute and jungkook internally wishes it would last longer.

//jungkook’s grades improve slightly and when his teachers ask he just shrugs his shoulders, but jimin knows better. he knows jungkook is putting in effort to do good because he wants to impress him (”hey jimin help me with this” “what? you wanna study math?” “It’s not that i want to but since we spend so much time here together i might just do something to not get bored” “You know you can leave if you want….” “Nah, its ok…who’s gonna make sure you don’t drown in your books if i leave….” “aww jungkookie, you worried?” “shut up….”)

//jimin is the first and only one who rode jungkook’s motorcycle. and also the only one jungkook has lent his favorite leather jacket to “so you stop complaining you are cold…..hearing u sniffling all the time it’s annoying”

//jungkook brings him a flower from his grandma’s garden every day. jimin always smiles and kisses him for the gift. if jungkook holds him in place so the kiss lasts longer none of them make the effort to point it out.

//people speak about them, and it crushes a little jimin’s heart when he hears girls on the corridor whisper how they aren’t going to last (“jungkook is not one to commit, his relationships never last more than a month”) or how jimin, despite being everyone’s friend because of his gentle nature “is not enough nor worth of Jungkook’s time”. He just endures it, because he knows they are just jealous, and even if jungkook tries to look annoyed half the time jimin knows he cares about him, it shows in the little details.

//“don’t mind them” says jungkook squeezing jimin’s hand with his own. Jimin turns his head back to him, now focused on jungkook instead of the group of guys gossiping about them. “they can talk whatever they want.”
“even if they say you don’t love me? or that I’m not good enough for you?”
“yeah,” replies jungkook, gentle smile on his lips -the one he reserves only for jimin. “because as long as you are aware of my feelings i don’t need to prove myself to those idiots.”
“I know…. i know you like me-”
“no jiminnie, I love you”

Stay Together

nothing lasts forever, but wouldn’t it be nice to stay together for the night?

Shawn x Reader
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“And the winner for best male artist is….”, the announcer began, “Shawn Mendes”, your ex-boyfriend’s name was called.

You clapped as the cameras were now on you, you smiled and clapped to keep from controversial comments.

“Thank you all so much”, Shawn began with a grin on his face, for a split second you could’ve sworn he winked in your direction but you tried not to think too much of it. He finished his speech and was on his way, you only hoped seeing him again wouldn’t bring you back to your old memories with him. The ones that kept you up at night.


“Congrats on your award”, your makeup artist nudged you while taking a sip of her wine that they were serving at the after party.

“Thank you very much”, you grinned.

“You know who else won an award”, she wiggled her eyebrows.

You hip bumped her, “Shut the hell up”, you giggled while tucking your hair behind your ear, “I clapped and smiled, congrats to him I guess….”, you trailed off.

“You’re still in love with him”, she teased.

“No…just no”, you chuckled while shaking your head, “But I do see Luke Hemmings eyeing you, got get ‘em tiger”, you put your hand out in a claw motion as she began walking over there. You shook your head lightly with a smile as you took a cheese cube.

“These look good”, a voice said as an arm came into view and took one too.

“Because they are”, you smiled while turning to see the owner of the voice, “Oh…hey.”

“Y/N”, Shawn grinned widely before pulling you into his arms, “How have you been?”

You were shocked at how comfortable he was with talking to you, especially since you couldn’t smell any alcohol on his breath, “I’ve been good actually, congrats on your award”, you high fived him.

“You too, most outstanding actress, fucking awesome”, he praised you.

You blushed, “Thanks”, before looking down at the cheese cubes, somehow planning to make your escape with some in your hand, “Well it’s getting pretty late so…I think I’m gonna head out”, you turned around.

You suddenly felt Shawn grab your elbow, “I’ll go with you, I was about to leave too”, he shrugged.

“Are you sure”, you asked, really hoping he’d come to his senses and just stay.

He nodded, “Why not spend it with my favorite girl–I mean old friend”, he corrected himself as you giggled, “I meant the second one.”

You continued laughing as you both began walking out.

“So you hit yourself in the head with the mic twelve times in one night”, you laughed as Shawn was chuckling at the wheel of his jeep, untied tie, blazer off. You with his blazer on to keep warm, converse on, comfortable.

Shawn burst out into more fits of laughter, “Stop laughing, your laugh is contagious.”

“It’s fucking hilarious though”, you threw your head back with laughter as the car came to a halt.

“I just need to get something out of my house”, you hadn’t realized you were in Shawn’s driveway until he got out, “You coming?”

“Uh…yeah”, you nodded hesitantly before climbing out and following him inside.

“I’m just gonna get my jean jacket out of here before I drop you off at your place”, he put his right foot on the stairs.

“Oh no, it’s late, you don’t have to drive me home. I can just call an Uber”, you waved off at his offer.

“You in the car with some creep at 4am? I think the fuck not”, he chuckled.

“Well I don’t want you to drive home this late by yourself so I’ll just call my driver”, you took your phone out of Shawn’s blazer pocket, where you had left it.

“Don’t bother the poor guy”, he held your arm, “How about you stay here?”

You looked up at him with shock, his shy figure blushing in front of you, “I don’t wanna trouble you. You’ll have to get your guest room ready or some shit like that, I’ll go home.”

“It’s not like we haven’t slept in the same bed before”, he shrugged, gaining more confidence by the second.

“You sure do have a way with words Mendes because…I think I’ll take you up on that offer”, you giggled.

“Just like old times”, a grin spread across his face.

“Ehh”, you said sarcastically.

“You’re right”, he walked toward you and smashed his lips onto yours.

For some reason, instead of pulling away, you melted into the kiss, became putty in his hands. You became so putty like that you somehow ended up making out on his bed, blazer off you, shirt off of him….

A Visit To The Past (Part II)

It’s been requested many times so here it is. Hope you enjoy it. x 

(Part I)

 "It’s on September 21st.“

  Harry can’t quite put a finger on the way his sister looks at him. Her thick brows pulled together and she’s biting the inside of her cheek. Anne’s asleep in her room, it’s 2 am in the morning and two siblings are having a heart to heart session. Gemma sighs after taking a little time to think about all the things Harry said. "How do you even know the date Harry? I’m sure she hasn’t send you an invitation.” Harry is a little taken aback, he is not expecting her first reaction to be this.

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quantitatitivity  asked:

Hi Ana! I saw you're taking prompts so I was wondering if you could do "quit it or i'll bite" or "don't even think about it" for Sterek for the five word prompt thing? Much appreciated! <3

I mixed both, woo!

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“Don’t even think about it.” Derek warns, slapping Scott’s hand away.

Scott yelps, gazes at the cake sadly. “But I wanna –” he starts to move his hand again and snorts when Derek turns to glare at him.

“Quit it or I’ll bite your finger off.”

Scott huffs. “I don’t know why he’s marrying you, you’re awful.”

Derek rolls his eyes, finishes frosting the cake and turns to put it in the fridge. “He’s not marrying me.” He says. Hopefully, Stiles will. “Can’t you see the cake? I still have to propose.”

Duh.” Scott rolls his eyes, turns to the sink and begins washing the dishes. That’s what he’s here for, Derek stressed earlier (’You can’t bake and your writing is shit, I don’t want this cake ruined!’, ‘Rude!’). “As if he would.”

Derek collapses on a chair, buries his face in his hands. “I – what if he does?”

“Stop that.” Scott throws water at him. “You just bought a house together and Stiles says he loves you every day –”

That is true and it warms Derek’s heart a little but it does nothing to calm his nerves. It’s a huge commitment and – what if the proposal isn’t good enough? Derek is not the most romantic person and although Stiles isn’t a romantic person himself, he still brings flowers every other day, and he texts Derek memes all the time and – and he deserves everything. “Yeah, but –”

“I wasn’t finished!” Scott yells, dropping the dishes and turning to stare at Derek. “You spent the entire day baking his favorite cake, you have rose petals all over your bed and you wrote a speech!” Derek opens his mouth to ask how Scott knows about the speech but closes it quickly when Scott shushes him. “It’s obvious you’d have a speech.” He points out. “What I’m trying to say is – Stiles will say yes no matter what.”

“Thanks.” Derek says, gruffly. “Sometimes you’re nice.”

“I’m always nice.” Scott protests, turning to look at his phone when it signals a new text. “Ah, Allison said he’s coming home!”

Derek jumps, the things aren’t ready yet! The dishes are still dirty, he’s forgotten to light the candles and – “Go, go.” Scott is still here. He begins pushing Scott towards the door at the same time he takes a look at himself and realizes his pants are dirty with chocolate.

This is going to be worst proposal ever.



Stiles parks the car just as Derek is finishing putting a clean shirt on. He runs downstairs, trips over a stray shoe and curses himself for not remembering to clean the house. He opens the fridge, takes the cake out and places it on top of the table. Yeah, okay, he checks the candles, maybe this will actually work. When Stiles walks in the house, yelling a 'I’m home’ Derek realizes he forgot the rings.


“Don’t move!” Derek yells, running to the living room.

Stiles takes in Derek’s clothes, looks around at the candles and arches an eyebrow. “What.”

“I forgot something.” He starts walking backwards towards the stairs. “But you’re not allowed to move.”

“Ever?” Stiles smirks.

Derek huffs. And he seriously wants to marry this asshole. “Shut up.” He says. “I’ll be right back.”

“Fine.” Stiles concedes. “Am I at least allowed to take my shoes off?”

“Yes, whatever, just – don’t go in the kitchen.” He runs to their bedroom as quickly as possible, grabs the ring from his nightstand and when he comes back, Stiles is exactly where he left him. “Thank you.” He sighs, smiling when Stiles shrugs like it’s nothing, like he’d do whatever Derek asks him to without questioning.

Derek really loves him, and that’s when he realizes that is the only important thing. Stiles loves him, Derek loves Stiles. It’s all he needs. “Will you marry me?” He blurts out, realizes he actually doesn’t care how it’s done, as long as Stiles is the one he’s asking.

“I knew it.” Stiles smiles brightly, the same way he did when Derek asked him out the first time, and then when they decided to move in together. “You were preparing something in the kitchen, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.” Derek admits, rests his hands on Stiles’ waist as Stiles circles Derek’s neck with his. “You just ruined it.”

“Me?” Stiles laughs. “How?”

“By being you.” Derek whispers. “I love you.”

Stiles flicks Derek’s ear fondly. “I love you too.” He says back easily, like he did this morning and all the previous mornings for the past four years. “And I will marry you. You didn’t even have to ask.”

Derek kisses him, then, wonders how could he have doubted Stiles would say yes, his love is clear in his eyes and in his kisses, in the life they built together.


Turns out the cake wasn’t necessary, but they have fun eating it in bed a couple of hours later.

O Mama Don't You Cry - Zach Werenski

Originally posted by goldanklebonecups

Notes: look its not a smut for once (and ima wait on a few smuts, write a few non-smuts for you all then post bc :) ) but yeah, here’s a sUPER cute Zach Werenski one and its a lil fluffy with a bit of a grumpy zach so be excited!! also i feel like my titles have nothing to do with the story and im sorry

Warnings: Mentions of underage drinking

Mentions: Dylan Larkin, Jack Eichel, Auston Matthews, Noah Hanifin, Charlie McAvoy, a few more

Requested By @werenzki (also check out her imagines bc if you have time to binge-read, would definitely recommend!!): I’d love who when the reader is at some party or something and she’s interested in zach werenski but he thinks she’s into Dylan Larkin so he gets sort of awkward and jealous but by the end of the night she turns her attention to Zach and it’s all cute and stuff..

Up Next: idk its a surprise y’all

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lonelywalkingpotato  asked:

Aysel! ^^ I hope this is not a bother to you, but could you write about RFA+V+Saeran unintentionally say something insensitive to fem!MC? My friends actually did this today and I feel kinda down about it. I know they mean well, though. If you don't wanna, you don't need to write about this, I'll probably be fine lol. If you do, though, thank you in advance! --Yuu who idolizes your writing <3

Hello! I know this is late, but I hope you’re alright now^^ 

This… got super long, lol. Some of these things have been said to me in the past and it really hurt to hear it, especially since some of these were said by close friends and relatives. Just remember that there are plenty of people who love you and would never want to hurt your feelings!

I hope you enjoy this request! I don’t think I make total sense in some of them, but I really hope the meaning I’m trying to convey comes across!

Yoosung:

·         You would often feel ill since you had anxiety. It wasn’t anything serious, just stomach aches and headaches were the norm. You had already told Yoosung that you had anxiety, and he was very supportive of you. You assumed that he knew that you feeling sick was a side effect of it.

·         However, you became aware that he didn’t know in one of the worst ways possible.

·         He had just finished a raid on LOLOL and was waiting for some more players to join him, but because of his high rank in the server it usually took a while. So, you absentmindedly said that you felt ill, figuring he would at least give you a hug or tell you that he wished for you to get better soon. But, he did neither of those things.

·         All he said was, “You always seem to be ill, ____!”

·         The words hit you like having a bucket of ice cold water being dunked on you. He laughed, but with a sympathetic look, yet you felt so hurt. How could he say that, especially when he knew the reason why you felt sick?

·         You really wanted to cry, the hurt biting at your heart, but you were determined not to. You kept a brave face, biting your lip as you said it would probably go away soon.

·         He noticed that your voice sounded a little weird, but he assumed it was because you felt sick. Soon, you ended up excusing yourself to your room because you couldn’t hold back the tears. His words hurt way too much and you hated it. Even when you cried, you kept super quiet so he wouldn’t hear. You didn’t want to be such a bother to him anymore.

·         After a few hours, you came out of the room. Even though you were barely able to stop your tears, you had sort of composed yourself. If he didn’t look at you… Or didn’t pay attention to how you sounded… He wouldn’t notice you had been crying.

·         However, you didn’t realise he was cooking, so when you sat on the couch the smell of food began to immediately make you feel sick again. You grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around yourself, trying to hide your face in it.

·         He noticed your presence and greeted you cheerfully, but you could care less. All you could do was reply with yeahs and noises of agreement.

·         It wasn’t until he sat next to you that you could feel newfound tears well up in your eyes, but you hid your face as best as you could. Yet you could feel his gaze bore into you, wondering why you were acting so… different.

·         “Are you okay?”

·         It was those three words that tipped you over the edge, and as the tears trickled down your cheeks, you tried to stifle your noises. But Yoosung wasn’t dumb.

·         He could feel his heart break when he saw you trying to hide your tears. He immediately stopped cooking and threw himself at you, embracing you super tightly. He asks you why you’re crying, like was it something he said?

·         Yes it was, Yoosung.

·         When he realises it was because he made an off-hand remark about you being ill often, he instantly starts apologising. He feels like an utter jerk and is so devastated that he hurt your feelings! And when you tell him why what he said hurt you so badly… his heart sinks. He didn’t know it was a side effect of anxiety, but he feels so bad for not noticing it sooner!

·         His apologies are a mixture of “I’m so sorry!”, “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!”, and “I didn’t realise that was the reason!”. He sounds and looks like he’s about to cry any minute, and you can genuinely tell he didn’t mean to hurt you.

·         Honestly, he’s said sorry so many times that the word sounds weird to him now.

·         Even if you’ve forgiven him, he feels like his words weren’t enough – he’ll go out and buy you your favourite sweets, and make you your favourite meal (even if it was different to what he was originally making!). If you aren’t in the mood to eat, he’ll make you a delicious hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and marshmallows (it’s not even the instant stuff – he follows this recipe online to make sure it’s super sweet and delicious!)

·         If you’re up for it, he’ll play video games with you, and it doesn’t have to be LOLOL! But if you aren’t in the mood, he’s happy to put on a movie and snuggle with you under a blanket. Just… No horror movies… It’s not like he’s scared, you know!

·         After this incident, he does a whole lot more research on anxiety and pays close attention to what your triggers are. He makes sure he’s much more careful with what he says because he doesn’t want to ever hurt you like that again!

·         Tbh it takes him like a week to stop feeling bad for what he said.

Zen:

·         You hadn’t been looking forward to this day. Ever since you got a letter saying that you needed some injection you were pretty sure you’d had in the past, you had been dreading this day. You had wanted to push the day back, until they gave up and didn’t want to give you the injection.

·         However, you forced yourself to go ahead with it. The sooner you got it done, the sooner you wouldn’t have to deal with it again. You were pretty sure Zen would support you – he was always encouraging and super supportive towards you in the past, after all

·         However, when you told him how you felt, you weren’t expecting his reaction – he thought you were joking!

·         “They’re just needles, ____! They won’t hurt you!”

·         Sure, you could have forgiven him and explained your fear to him, but it was the fact he had the audacity to laugh. All you could do is glare at him and bite your cheek, now facing the prospect of having to deal with your fear alone. However, it was difficult, and the current state you were in definitely did not help.

·         You become more distressed by the minute, the thought of needles and all the bad experiences you’ve had with them on your mind. You feel your heart beating faster, your breaths becoming more laboured, and tears welling at your eyes as you struggle to cope with the thoughts you’re having.

·         Zen sees you panicking and he immediately works on calming you down, using techniques he’s learned from acting and watching his castmates have panic attacks. He’s quick to calm you down, and when you recover he wipes your tears away.

·         He gives you a tight hug and tells you over and over that he’s sorry and has been a bad boyfriend for making light of your fear. He lets you explain your fear and talk about anything else on your mind, all the while holding you and stroking your hair, occasionally placing kisses on your forehead.

·         He feels like he’s been slapped in the face when you tell him how much your fear affects you. He couldn’t believe he had the audacity to laugh it off, even if he wasn’t aware of it beforehand.

·         While you’re waiting for the nurse to call you in, he’ll play with your hair and offer you a ton of encouragement. He’ll talk about random stuff just to take your mind off what’s to come. He doesn’t even mind singing a song for you and offering a show for everyone else in the waiting room if you want it.

·         When you get the injection, he lets you squeeze his hand super tight, even if it’s hard enough to cause bruises. He watches them put the needle in, and he realises why you’re so scared – he hasn’t had an injection in years, so he doesn’t know how it feels, but it looks painful!

·         After the injection, he’ll treat you like a princess afterwards. He’ll kiss where you were injected and let you rest for the remainder of the day.

·         The next day he’ll surprise you with flowers and your favourite sweets, again apologising for acting like a jerk about something you were terrified of. If you ever need another injection, he’s going to remember this moment so he knows not to say something insensitive like that again.

Jaehee:

·         It was just another ordinary evening at her house. You had been staying with her for some time because you had been suffering with some mental health issues, and she wanted to be by your side and look after you. You hadn’t been out for days and the thought of even taking a step outside was too much for you to bear.

·         She had asked you if you wanted to go out, but you shook your head. You would rather stay inside, where you felt comfort, where nobody was watching. You expected her to be fine with it and suggest doing something to cheer you up, but you were totally unprepared for her words.

·         “Don’t you ever get bored of staying inside?”

·         Her words stung. She knew you would’ve loved to go outside, but couldn’t bring yourself to. It wasn’t even like she said it sympathetically either, she said it so casually and sounding slightly irritated… You felt hurt. She had been so accepting about your mental health disorder, but now it felt like she was throwing it back in your face.

·         You hadn’t noticed the tears well up in your eyes until you felt them threatening to spill out of your eyes. You didn’t want Jaehee to see how weak you were, but you couldn’t make them go away. They fell, and you couldn’t suppress the sniffles that followed. You feel so pathetic and childish, but you can’t stop the tears from falling. You covered your face with your hands, trying to ensure Jaehee wouldn’t see… But it only made it more obvious you were crying.

·         Seeing you break down into tears like that makes her feel awful. She could see how much her words had hurt you, and she never intended them to be so malicious. She bit her cheek, trying to stay rational and focus on calming you down.

·         She makes you a cup of tea and some tissues, letting you cry it out. If you want a hug, she’ll oblige, holding you close and letting you cry on her shoulder.

·         When you’re calmer, she’ll give you a sincere apology. She really never meant to hurt your feelings and she feels a pang in her heart seeing you look so defeated and upset. She wishes she hadn’t been so blunt with her words.

·         She suggests watching a movie, and for once she’ll let you choose the film – she won’t mind if it isn’t a Zen musical! She’ll make some snacks and dim the lights, wrapping the two of you in a blanket.

·         After this, she wants to talk to you about your problems. Even if she can’t solve them all, she wants to be by your side and support you through difficult times. She knows how daunting it can be when you can’t bear to face the world; she’s felt like that when she’s been through rough patches working at C&R. She wants to be someone who can help you and build your confidence up.

Jumin:

·         You hadn’t been feeling hungry for the past few days. You often went through periods where you didn’t want to eat and felt fine without food, and now was just another time. Even if you’d tried to hide this fact from Jumin by eating small portions, today you just couldn’t do it. You felt like if you ate, you would burst. You just weren’t in the mood to eat.

·         The problem was, you didn’t know how to tell him you didn’t want to eat. Even if you two were accepting of each other… You didn’t know how he would react to you not wanting to eat. You were kind of terrified that he would force feed you or tell you that you were ungrateful, but you knew it was better to tell him sooner rather than later.

·         As you were thinking of the right words to say to him, you hadn’t noticed that you had been served your food by the chef. In fact, you had been spacing out, so worried about what to say, that it took Jumin to snap you out of it. You would have appreciated it, but the words were the ones you didn’t want to hear, especially now.

·         “Aren’t you going to eat?”

·         Sure, these were relatively harmless words, but hearing them now felt like a slap to the face. You couldn’t even respond or move; his words had caused you to stop functioning altogether.

·         Jumin immediately knew something was wrong. He tried to ask you if you were okay, but now you started to tense up as you thought horrible things about yourself. How you were so unappreciative, how you were a disgusting pig, and how you were just a waste of space. You struggled to meet his gaze, and instead excused yourself from the table, not even bringing yourself to meet his gaze.

·         Jumin normally doesn’t worry, but seeing you look so upset and trying to remain calm… As well as not touching your food… He’s worried now. He completely ignored his meal and followed you, wanting to know why you seemed so upset.

·         Really, you just wanted to lock yourself away and cry alone, but you knew he wasn’t going to let it go, no matter how hard you tried to brush it off.

·         Even though it takes you a while, since you’re so insistent that you won’t cry, you reluctantly tell him why you’re upset. You tell him how insensitive his words were and how they made you feel. How you had those periods of not wanting to eat, and how you were nervous about telling him, all the while he listened intently with a tightness in his chest as he realised he said the wrong thing.

·         “I should have been more careful with my words. I’m sorry.”

·         Letting the chef take away your food, he takes you to the bedroom and holds you close to him, reassuring you that he doesn’t think of you any differently for your eating habits. If you can’t hold back your tears, he’ll let you cry them all out until you’re satisfied. If Elizabeth joins you two, he’ll let you snuggle her as long as you want. He wants to comfort you and make you feel better, since he felt appalled that he would say something so hurtful to you, especially since you were the one who untangled his threads.

·         Honestly, he drops his work for the rest of the day to comfort you and remind you how much he loves you.

·         After this, he’ll make sure you see a doctor, just to make sure it isn’t anything super serious. But, he’ll treat you like luxury for a very long time afterwards, even if he does already; he’ll buy you countless gifts every day, to remind you how much he loves you.

·         It’s now his top priority for you to be comfortable with telling him about any problems you have. He’d never judge you for anything, and he wants you to know that.

707:

·         You were getting ready for a date with Seven. He had arrived earlier than you expected, so he was waiting for you while you finished putting on your makeup. You were super insecure about your appearance, and putting on a lot of makeup made you feel better – it acted as a sort of mask, so no one could judge you for how you looked.

·         However, when you were finished, Seven had a different reaction than you were expecting. Sure, you weren’t expecting him to sing your praises about how you looked, but…

·         “I can’t believe it takes you so long to get ready!”

·         You weren’t expecting that reaction. Maybe it was because you hadn’t been feeling good recently, or the fact that you’d had a shitty week, but his words hurt.

·         Even as you got into his car and he started driving towards your date location, you were having horrible thoughts about yourself. He had never even said the things you thought in your head, but your current mood made you think words that he would never say. And it felt so bad.

·         You tried for so long to not cry, to steel your heart and keep it all in until this date was over. But it was so difficult not to, especially when they were clouding your vision and making it impossible to see.

·         You let a few tears fall, staring at the floor so he wouldn’t see you cry. You would feel so weak and pathetic if he saw you now… Except he kind of noticed.

·         “Are you crying?”

·         You shake your head, trying to brush it off as the rain, but he sees through your lie. You’re in the car and he can hear you trying to control your breathing. And then suddenly, you let it all out, unable to hold back your sadness.

·         Through your tears you told him how ugly you felt, how you hated wearing a ‘mask’ even around him, but it was the only way you truly felt confident. All your life you had been told you weren’t ‘pretty enough’ or looked horrible.

·         You sob into his shirt, neither of you caring that there would be makeup stains left behind. He embraced you, playing with your hair and whispering that it would be okay, that everything was going to be all right.

·         He’ll give you a sincere apology; he feels awful that he hurt your feelings without realising it. You deserve better than his thoughtless words, after all. He even understands how you feel, because he often feels ugly and insecure about his appearance too.

·         When you feel a little better, he’ll cup your face and give you a passionate kiss, wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. And when he pulls away, he’ll giggle and push your cheeks to make you smile, even if it looks weird. He’ll focus on trying to make you laugh too, and honestly it works because this guy is the master of puns and jokes.

·         He’ll even give you his jacket for comfort while he drives, too.

·         Honestly, you two were probably planning on a date at the planetarium but now he’s pulling up to the nearest McDonalds because he knows junk food cheers you up. You’re in a beautiful red dress, makeup done to perfection (asides from the black lines that make you look like the Marionette from FNAF), and hair coiffed as best as you could make it… But you’re eating chicken nuggets and fries, not giving a damn how out of place you look in the food court.

·         When you get home, he’ll show you how beautiful you really are <3

·         After this, he makes sure to tell you how beautiful you are every day. He’s probably gone into your phone and set you random, cute alarms, reminding you that you’re beautiful. He’ll even send you feel good texts throughout the day, even if the two of you are in the same room. He’ll shower you in so many compliments that if each one was a droplet of water, you would be having a bath.

V:

·         You hadn’t had the greatest week. It hadn’t been going well, and you felt stressed. V already knew. He suggested taking photos to relieve your stress and it had been working.

·         You were taking random photos of his cactus, and thought you had found the perfect shot. You were eager to show him, to see what he’d say!

·         However, when he looked at your photo… His reaction didn’t seem to change. And you were confused – could he not see it well enough? Did you show him the wrong picture? Had the camera died?

·         You expected some sort of criticism and were ready to accept it, but you didn’t expect it to be so… harsh.

·         “It’d be better if you made the focus of the photo more central, lowered the brightness…”

·         He started listing his critiques, and it felt horrible. On any other day this would be bearable, but today, when you felt like shit, it hurt a lot. It felt like he was tearing your work to shreds and no matter what you did to improve, it would never be good enough.

·         It hurt even more because he was so nice, and his critiques weren’t like normal. He would normally point out some things that were good about the photo, but he had said nothing of the sort right now.

·         When he was finished with his critique, you couldn’t even say a single word. This man, this kind man, had made you speechless. You muttered a quiet thank you, taking the camera from his hands and ignoring the hurt in your chest. All you wanted to do was go to your bed and cry.

·         However, V could sense something was amiss. He knew his words had affected you. Before you’re even out of the door he asks you if he was too harsh.

·         There was no point in lying about it, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to bottle this up anyway, so you reluctantly nodded and tried to speak with a wobbly voice.

·         Yeah… It really hurt…

·         You let out a ragged exhale, biting your lip as you tried to hold back tears. V seemed to pause, as if weighing your words, before telling you that he’s sorry.

·         He felt so bad for making you feel upset, when that wasn’t his intent. He knew he shouldn’t have been so harsh with his words, and he wishes he could take them back. He tells you that he’s sorry, that he never meant to hurt your feelings like that. You make his entire world and he doesn’t ever want to make you cry because of something he said before he thought about it.

·         You two end up lying on your bed as he pets your hair soothingly, talking to you in that calming voice he knows you love. He holds you close, close enough so you can hear his heartbeat. He does his best to take care of you for the rest of the day - as best as a blind man can – but his efforts don’t go unappreciated, nevertheless.

·         After this incident, he’ll help you take the perfect photo. And when you’ve done it, he’ll frame it above the mantelpiece.  

Saeran:

·         You hadn’t been feeling good recently. You couldn’t tell why, but every day you felt so down and weren’t as cheerful as you usually were. You had tried to hide this from Saeran, feigning happiness when in reality you were hurting on the inside. Although, despite your best efforts, Saeran had seen through your façade. You had sort of expected it, and anticipated him to be blunt with his response, but no amount of anticipation could prepare you for his words.

·         “I wish you weren’t so sad.”

·         You attempted to continue being fine, despite how much the words hurt you, but you just felt ashamed for feeling so sad. You never complained about his moods, but now it felt like you were being criticised for not being as happy as he wanted you to be. You instinctively curled up, as if using your body as a shield against his words, but the damage had been done.

·         He sees you curling up and asks you if you’re hurt by what he said. You try to tell him that you’re fine, but he calls you out on your bullshit. He’s not dumb, and he’s learned the body language you use when you’re sad. He knows your every habit, and he knows how you act when you’re sad.

·         Knowing that you can’t hide your feelings from him, you let it out. You feel ashamed, when this is nothing in comparison to the trauma he’s been through, but it’s like you’re unleashing a waterfall and can’t stop yourself.

·         He tries his best to cheer you up, but to be honest he has such little experience in dealing with other people’s emotions that he isn’t sure of what to do. He’ll give up his dignity and try to tell some stupid jokes that he’s heard Seven say, and if they don’t work… He’ll do impressions. He feels really stupid, but because it’s for you, he doesn’t mind. Just… So long as Seven doesn’t see him like this, he’s okay, because he would never hear the end of it otherwise.

·         He normally doesn’t like being touched by other people or having his personal space invaded, but he’ll give you a hug and tell you that he didn’t mean it in a degrading way; he meant that he wanted you to be happy and felt bad seeing you so down. He misses your positivity and how you would encourage him to do his best.

·         When you feel calmer, he thinks of the ways you comfort him after he has a PTSD attack. He decides to put on a movie that both of you like, and he builds a pillow fort (goddammit, Seven’s rubbing off on him!). He’ll get some ice cream and he’ll let you share some with him… And in that moment, you know his attempts are genuine, because he never shares his ice cream, and certainly not this generously.

·         Afterwards, he’ll do something that he struggles to do. He’ll tell you how much he loves you. He normally feels so embarrassed about saying stuff like that, but since the moment feels right and he knows for certain you aren’t going to judge him, he says it. Even really cheesy stuff he would normally cringe at.

·         He wants to work on expressing himself more nicely, since he hates how blunt he is. It’s certainly difficult for him, but with you by his side, he can at least try his best and rely on you to call him out when he says something insensitive.

Of Filth and Men

WARNING⚠

This isn’t a necessarily happy fic

It’s one of my ideas for an end to the Filthy Frank Show.

But if you’re curious for what lies ahead, you have been warned.


Frank lines the three of them up one by one.

“Cover your ears. All of you.”

They do as he says.

Sal turns around. Afraid.

“It’ll be alright Salamander Man. Just turn around okay? Here take your flute.“

Sal begins to play his classic song.

“Pink Guy.”

He spins around to look at Frank.

“Hey buddy, can you rap for us? Reaaaallly fuckin loud I want the neighbors to hear that shit. And no matter what you hear, do not uncover your ears.”

He perks up and sings his tune with his ears covered. Frank can’t understand his gibberish but he knows he’s calmed.

Lemon is curled up on the end going on and on about twenty-one, as usual.

Frank pulls the gun out from his waistband and cocks it. He starts with Sal. He puts the gun behind his head and looks away.

“I’ll see you soon buddy”

Gunshot.
His flute hits the floor and his body drops.

Pink Guy continues his song, much louder and much more disconcerted than before.

Frank attempts to gather himself as he moves to Lemon. He puts the gun behind his head as he screams. He was about to pull the trigger but

“w-wait Franku please I don’t wanna die”

Frank, astounded by his first use of actual speech, lowers his gun.

He crouches down next to him

“It’s gonna be okay. We’re going to a better place. No more Chin Chin, no more worries.”

“T-Twenty-one?”

“Yeah sure fuck it twenty-one.”

He stands back up behind him, gun in hand.

“We’ll see each other soon.”

Gunshot.
He slumps forward as fluids drain from his body.

And finally, Pink Guy. Frank finds this the hardest to do. Pink stops his song and uncovers his ears. He opens his eyes and stares about the bloodied room, and at the bodies of his friends. He breaks.

“God dammit Pink Guy, what the fuck did I say?”

“Franku why?”

“Because there’s nothing left for us here. Chin Chin will be here soon we’re running out of time. And I can’t stop him. No one can. And I’m not letting him take you guys. I’m not letting what happened to Safari Man happen to you. This is the only way. Now shut up an-”

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO”

Gunshot.

Pink’s life flashes before his eyes.
He’s drowning.
Fighting to stay alive.
He remembers being chased in the pitch blackness, only the red light of his torch guiding his way.
He remembers the cool touch of a blood filled tub. He remembers the vomit, he remembers the pain.
He remembers Chin Chin’s curse. He remembers the agony he was put in.
He remembers Frank saving him.
And he trusts him.
He closes his eyes.
And he let’s go.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUUUUUUUCK”
Frank screams as he cradles Pink’s limp body. He puts the gun to his head.

“I’m coming Pink Guy, I’m….”

But he can’t do it.
How many times had he had a shot gun in his mouth?
How many times had he said he wanted to kill himself?

But now that the time had come, he couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger.

“Need some help?”

Frank looked up to see that familiar face.

George stood over him with that laid back attitude he always had.

“Fuck you faggot, get out of here”
He threw the gun at George’s feet.

“I just wanna help. You want out of here, and I… want you gone. It’s over Frank.

Frank looked up again but lost breath at what he saw.

George stood there in his grey hoodie, black track pants, and those classic Nike’s.

But a dark force stood beyond him, he could make out a shadow lingering over him.

It was Chin Chin.

“You know what he wants. What we both want. Now either you let me help you, or he will.”

“…Fine. Fuck ass.”

George laughed.

“Even to the very end, you’re still an asshole huh? I know there’s more to you than that. I’ve seen it.”

“Wanna suck my ass while you’re down there kissing it?”

“I’m gonna miss you Frank. You’ll always be a part of me, and I’ll never forget that.”

“Gay.”

“Don’t cause too much trouble up there. And hey lighten up. You’re free now.

“…”

“And so am I.”

George pulls the trigger.

A loud gunshot heard for miles rings out.

He releases a sigh of relief, the shadow of Chin Chin fades away, and the whole world is lifted from his shoulders.

“I’m free.”

Dirk Gently's S1 recap transcript
  • Dirk: Where to begin? This show is sort of about...a lot. So...my name is Dirk Gently. I'm a holistic detective and by that, I mean, I investigate cases not through pesky thinking and logic and deduction, but in a more naturalistic way. Then I just sort of wander around and trust the universe to use me to work out the problems that need solving. I'm handsome, brave, unstoppably tough, gifted, stunningly intelligent, and just generally capable of anything I put my mind to. I was hired to investigate the murder of reclusive billionaire Patrick Spring, which is how I met my assistant, Todd--
  • Todd: Stop! Stop. I'm not your assistant.
  • Dirk: Sidekick?
  • Todd: No. I am...a guy you know. I am your friend. I'm not your assistant when you explain to people who you are. I'm Todd Brotzman. I used to be the lead singer of a punk band, but that kinda fell apart. I made a lot of mistakes, I was working at the hotel where Patrick Spring was murdered. That's how I met Dirk. He broke into my apartment, hijacked my life into total chaos. We ended up on the run from a cult, trapped in an underground maze, kidnapped, and finally going back in time. Honestly, we couldn't have done any of it without Farah.
  • Farah: Did you say my name?
  • Todd: Yeah! I was talking about the cult.
  • Farah: Hey, we promised not to talk about that. I find it very triggering.
  • Todd: Well, maybe...do you wanna--
  • Farah: Black. Farah Black. I've always wanted to be in the military or the law enforcement, but I had certain setbacks that stopped me from achieving this. So, I have a very specific skill set which is often very useful in high intense situations. I was Patrick Spring's bodyguard and took it upon myself to find his daughter after he was killed, and that's how I met Dirk, Todd, and his sister.
  • Amanda: His sister. Really? That's all I get? His sister?
  • Farah: I don't mean to be rude but--
  • Amanda: Yeah, cause that's just who I am, his sister. Like am I worth even being rude to? I'm so beneath you, I don't even get a name?
  • Farah: I...uhh...okay. Why don't you just--
  • Amanda: Just kidding. I am Amanda fucking Brotzman. I spent the last 5 years of my life trapped by a disease called pararibulitis, it causes painful hallucinations that feel completely real. My brother was my hero, my role model, until I found out he lied to me about basically everything. I thought my life was over until I met the Rowdy 3, a group of anarchist vampires who can feed on the energy of my disease. So, I'm with them now.
  • Ken: Trapped with a bunch of crazies? I can relate to that.
  • Amanda: Uhhh...who are you?
  • Ken: I'm Ken.
  • Amanda: Did we even meet each other in the first season?
  • Ken: I was kinda busy. I was hired to do some grid hacking by some shady types, but then I got kidnapped by a woman I thought was insane. At first, I was her hostage, but she showed me something incredible: that there was a pattern to the universe, that there might me a bigger purpose, a greater plan to everything. This mass murderer I found--
  • Bart: Huh? Murderer? Come on, I don't murder people. I just kill them.
  • Ken: That's murder, yes.
  • Bart: Words words words. Murder is a mean word. Don't be mean to me or I'll kill you...nicely. I'm an assassin, my name is Bart. Nothing can hurt me. I'm guided by the will of destiny itself to kill all of the people who are supposed to die, so far, that's pretty much everybody who I meet. I've killed tons of thousands of people across the world and will kill tons of thousands more because...that's just how it is. Death comes for everybody, and if death won't get you, I will.
  • Dirk: So basically, it's kind of a long story, but it turns out: the kitten was in a shark, the girl was in the dog, the body swapping machine was actually a time machine, the fat man was a rockstar, I was the gorilla, and Patrick Spring accidentally murdered himself. And they all lived happily ever after!
  • Friedkin: Uh, excuse me, we're not done here. My name is Hugo Friedkin. I was in the army reserves when I was pulled onto a special, top secret mission for a program called Blackwing. It, uh...didn't go perfect. But I did my best and they put me in charge of the whole operation, 'cause that's how the government works, I guess! It seemed to me, the best course of action is also always the biggest, so I did that. I took action. I took everything. So, um, season 2 is just me winning and everyone congratulating me, I guess.
  • Voice: We'll see.

nateisbritish  asked:

So, I really want to start working out again, I used to work out all the time in high school. But I just don't have the motivation anymore. I don't have a lot of friends to work out with and my cousin who wants to work out with me wants me to get a gym membership, but i don't make enough money for that. How do I get motivated? I work and go to school and by the time I get home, I'm exhausted. Please help.

Okay @nateisbritish Motivation is Fleeting and unreliable the majority of the time and it comes in spirts. You need to focus on building
Discipline and CONSISTENCY.

Now think about why you personally want your fitness goals. Literally write them down. Also I want you to remember this, once you begin to quit, it becomes easier and easier to keep quitting.

Now I apologize in advance for a lil bit of language but its how my friend really got the memo through to me and how I stopped being so soft in areas of my life that need me to be strong, So I’ll pass it on.

When you quit, It becomes a habit, becoming a BITCH is habit forming (and thats not the derogatory term for women im using.)

Let me give you an example,

You say

i want to workout“ but you spend all night awake so you sleep in and skip your morning workout, then you push it till noon, then push it till the evening and then you bitch out on it.

Then you start bitching out on other things like “I could eat this clean healthy meal from all the health food I have at home But these brownies and cake look tasty so ill wait till tomorrow.”

So this is how my Good friend got the point across to me. Last year or was it early this year I was being really wimpy and whiny about something and my buddy had enough of it and said “Jordan stop being a little bitch” and I was so sensitive at the time I was like “why would you even call me that when i-” and my friend then STRAIGHT Decked me in the face like fuckin Kamina 

and knocked me down and said these words that I’ve never forgotten 


“Jordan WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU, You’re letting yourself get so fuckin soft. You’re actin like this one thing DID that much. thats not the badass I used to know, you’re becoming pathetic and I as your Good friend will not allow it. You’re stronger than you fuckin know and if you ever let yourself think about bein a weak little bitch again I’ll slug ya because I love you Bro and I know you’re better than that” 

and that really just helped me realize yeah wow i was becoming a wimpy whiner about a lot of things and that wasnt going to help me with anything. It was the TOUGH LOVE WAKEUP CALL I NEEDED. Its GOOD to have friends call you on your shit haha so I always thank him for that

I try not to quit anything anymore. I literally bitched out on getting my shoulder healed because i was lazy and bitched out on workouts till I looked in the mirror and straight called myself out on it and fixed it. then you keep building bitch habits you will bitch out on big areas of your life. Dont Do that, The times you dont wanna workout or say you cant, Is bullshit because a 1 hour workout is 4% of your day.You have time and those are times you must not quit. Build strong habits that build integrity, and self confidence and MOST Importantly Stay Consistent and Stay disciplined. Will power is like any other muscle it has to be trained

if you keep forming bitch habits then thats what you will be. Sorry for the swearin but Honestly I’ved found tough love is the best one that will get you back on track. Now don’t go find your Motivation find how you can stay disciplined and consistent whatever it is, and Don’t quit it, Don’t bitch out and you can overcome anything life puts in your way.

Sweethearts

hi guys!!! sorry it’s been awhile since u heard from me - i have been busy and stressed and just wrote this lil belated valentine’s themed daydream because ???????? 
anyways i am garbage for young lin so here i love you all lets hope this isn’t as trashy as i think it is i definitely didn’t write this procrastinating writing muse definitely not i am a better person than that

summary: isn’t valentine’s day SO lame? very lame. especially without a tall, dark & dorky teenage boy to cheer u up.
word count: 2100+
warnings: belated holiday spirit?????? unapologetic cheesiness??????

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anonymous asked:

OMG .. the nerve that some fans have is ridiculous .. I get being angry that it was renewed .. I don't know how I feel yet .. but CSers (mostly JMo stans) taking out all their anger on Colin just coz he decided to stay & is happy that he still has a job & a chance to play a character he still loves! Seriously just stop .. now he is no longer a good actor that also played a part in creating one of the best tv couples ever, he has been reduced to just being a pretty face.

Yeah I saw the “pretty face” comments and it made my blood boil. This whole time these people stood up for Colin against the BA’s of another ship who called him “just a pretty face” and now I am witnessing fans in my own freaking ship saying the same damn bull shit.

It’s truly unacceptable.

Colin is an amazing actor, I have watched every thing he’s ever acted in, I admire him as a person as well as an actor. I know how much he LOVES playing Hook. He truly has the best time. And I KNOW he is just as sad, if not more sad as we are about Jen and even GOSH leaving the show. But he loves his job, and he has a family to support. Not to mention the fact he may very very well still be in a binding contract to ONCE and have no way to leave anyway.

To stoop SO low as to say all Colin is now is a “pretty face” and thats not enough to make you stay? Listen to what you’re saying. I get you’re hurt, SO AM I! I am distraught and I have been since Monday. MY BLOG IS CAPTAIN SWAN SOURCE. It’s about the ship! Not just Emma! Not just Hook! THE COUPLE! 

But I STARTED this show in Season One. Because I am a Disney nerd. That’s my backbone. And then Colin came along and Jen and him created this amazing chemistry that was Captain Swan. And I could never look back.

I don’t believe they are going to destroy Captain Swan. I really don’t. They put so much time into building them up. They can clearly see by ALL their social media posts that Captain Swan IS the show! But Jen left. ABC couldn’t offer enough for it to make it worth it for her to stay. I always kinda knew Jen would be the first to consider leaving out of her and Colin. She’s so driven and you can tell she gets bored easy. She likes to challenge herself and she’s a natural go getter. I don’t blame her for leaving. But I am still heart broken.

But I am blown away, totally blown away by the things I am seeing my own fellow shipmates say directly to Colin. It’s so distasteful. And I am ashamed.

Do I wanna watch a s7 without Captain Swan? No. I don’t. But will I because I myself am choosing to support Colin? Yes. I will. Does that mean I think EVERYONE should do the same as me!? Hell no, you do you boo.

But do. fucking. not. diminish Colin O’Donoghue to just a “pretty face”. Get out. 

anonymous asked:

A surprise party for the twins? But they get all suspicious and MC is trying to hide the surprise in the best way she can. Sorry if m english is bad and this don't make sense, love your writing so much <3

Countdown to the Cake: 1


The Cake


“Hey, MC. You know I gave you that Arabic dictionary so you can come in here whenever you want, right?”

“Yes, I know, Saeyoung. I just forgot.” On purpose. You needed to buy more time, getting stuck on their door would do the trick for a while. “I was just so worried my laptop wasn’t working, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah… let me see the damage.” You take the laptop off your bag. “Well, I’m not familiar with Jurassic technology, but let’s see what I can do for you.” You knew keeping this old laptop in your closet could be useful one day. More time to buy.

“So, uhm… where’s Saeran?” you look around, trying to get a hold of him.

“In his bedroom, as usual.” He says, opening the laptop without any trouble.

“Oh… is he sleeping?” this could be a problem if he’s sleeping.

“Probably not… why?” he looks at you. Relax, MC… he doesn’t know anything, he doesn’t suspect a thing… calm down and act naturally.

“Nothing. I was just wondering if you two would like go out and hang a little after you do your little magic there.” Little magic? Ugh… what’s wrong with you?

“Oh, we can hang out right here.”

“Yeah, or… we could go out. I didn’t put on a nice dress to stay inside a bunker that smells like honey and soda. No offense.”

“Not taken.” And he goes back to the laptop’s circuits, whew… that was close.

“You really put on a nice dress, MC.” You look behind to find Saeran standing next to the door.

“Thank you…” even though you know he’s not really complimenting you, it’s more like an observation.

“And what did you do with your hair?” shit! You knew changing your hairstyle could make them suspect something…

“I… combed?” both twins nod and look at you. Shit…

“Makes sense.” Saeran says, heading out of the room. Whew! That was close… how long do you still need to stall?

That’s what you ask Yoosung over the phone when you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. How long do you need to keep the twins distracted while the other RFA members organize the surprise party for their birthday?

“I don’t know, MC… we didn’t know Jumin ordered such a… handful decoration, so it’s taking a while to put things in place. You need to hold them a little more…”

“I’m trying. I even brought a laptop with Windows Vista on it, but… they’re suspecting something, Yoosung, I can tell!”

“I doubt it. They probably don’t even remember what day is today. Calm down and keep going with the plan, you’re the perfect bait!”

“Yeah, I should be used by now…” you hang up and go back to where Saeyoung is, only to find the laptop functioning normally. “What did you do?”

“I fixed it! Like you wanted.” He smiles widely. Shit! You forgot you’re dealing with a genius here.

“Oh… oh yeah! Thank you! Are you really sure it’s working?”

“Well, yeah! Are you doubting my skills, MC? I’m offended!” he does a dramatic gesture before smirking teasingly. “Now let’s get out of here, the world needs to see you in a pretty dress and combed hair.” No! Too soon!

Or maybe not… the plan was just holding the twins, there was nothing about keeping them inside their house. Maybe you can stall in another way…

“So what you wanna do, MC?” Saeyoung asks when the three of you go inside one of his cars. You look at both of them, Saeran isn’t happy about getting dragged out of the house, it took your persuasive abilities  (whine until he is tired of listening to your voice, that is) to convince him to come along. This is a party for the twins, you need them both there.

“Hum… I was wondering if we could go to uhm…” your phone starts buzzing, you look at who’s calling you “Zen?” you say out loud.

“Zen’s place? No! It’s too small there!” Saeran complains, that’s when you realize you said it out loud. Stupid!

“Z-Zen? Did I say Zen? No, uhm… that’s now what I meant, I… need to use your bathroom again, be right back!” you get out of the car and run inside the house again. “Hello?”

“Achew! Hey, babe! So, uhm… achew! Remember I was supposed to pick the cake at your place? Achew! Why didn’t you tell me your neighbor has a cat?” For fuck’s sake, you forgot about Mr. Cat Damon!

“Oh, Zen… I’m so sorry. Is everything okay?”

“With me? Achew! Yes, yes… my throat is just a little clog, you probably noticed my voice isn’t as soothing as usu… achew!”

“And the cake?” you feel bad for him, but now there’s a cake at stake! Well, not really, but still…

“Oh yes, it’s fine… you have a lovely decoration, by the way, it really suits you… achew!” oh yes, Zen. Perfect time to flirt… “I just couldn’t make it to the kitchen, because the cat was there, how did he get in?”

“Mr. Cat Damon always finds his way in… that sneaking little thief.”

“Oh, just like in Ocean’s 11?” Ahh, a reference to Matt Damon… clever, Zen… wait, there’s no time for this! “Anyway, I… I’m trying to reach Yoosung, Jaehee and Trustfund, but none of them are answering.” Of course, because they’re busy with the decoration!

You tell him to get out of there before his allergy gets worse and that you’ll find a solution. In the meantime, you call Jumin… nothing. Jaehee? No answer. Yoosung? Voicemail… what now? Well… it looks like you’ll have to discreetly get the cake, find a way to hide inside Saeyoung’s trunk, pray it doesn’t melt, and hope you’re not caught by two smart former hackers… god help you.

“I’m sorry we have to go back to my place, Saeyoung. It’s just… I really need to grab something I forgot there.”

“It’s fine, MC. Maybe we can come up and hang out there, then…”

“NO!” you yell, making both twins stare at you. CALM. DOWN! “I mean… no… my house is such a mess right now…”

“Ah, darn it! I thought I was finally going to see Mr. Cat Damon again… does he still breaks into your apartment?” Does he?

The ride to your building is silent. You’re worried about letting something spill everytime you open your mouth. Thankfully, the twins aren’t that talkative. You wonder if it is because they know what day is today, but they prefer avoiding thinking about it? Knowing everything you know about them now, you can’t even imagine what kind of sad memories revolve their birthday…

“We’re here!” Saeyoung states, that’s when you notice how much you were spacing out. Focus, MC! This party means a lot more than you can possibly think!

“So, uhm… can you do a favor for me? I need you to let the trunk door open…”

“Why?” both twins tilt their head in confusion.

“I… need to put something mine in there. It’s… personal…” well, you can’t use the bathroom excuse on this now, can you?

“Oh, I see what’s going on here…” Saeyoung looks at his brother and gives him this weird smile, no… shit! They know? “You’re on those lady days,  ain’t you?”

“What are you saying, idiot? Don’t make her uncomfortable!” Saeran says, blushing. Oh my God… they think you’re on your period? So embarrassing, this is… this is… perfect!

“It’ fine, Saeran. Yes, I… yes, I am. And I need to grab a bag with some spare clothes and… other things, in case of an… you know, an… accident…” this is more embarrassing than if you actually were on your period.

“Oh, things… as in tampons, right?” Saeran asks.

“Yes, Saeran. Tampons. So uhm… keep the trunk door open and whatever you two do, don’t leave this car, okay? I’ll bring… I’ll bring a lot of tampons, and it’s kinda embarrassing, so please…don’t look!” well, this is weird, but maybe will be enough to keep their curiosity away. For once, men’s lack of knowledge on how periods work will save the day.

You go to your place, and the cake is in the balcony, like you instructed the guy from the cake store to let. Okay… now you need a bag to put the box inside and pretend it’s a lot of tampons! What a genius plan! Now where is that bag? Maybe you have one big enough in your room. You go there and look for those old paper bags from fancy stores you kept to remind you bought something from a fancy store before, ugh… isn’t it amazing how your dorkiness is working in your favor for once?

You go back to the kitchen and when you’re about to place the box inside the bag… you hear Saeyoung’s voice next to the door.

“Come here, Mr. Cat Damon!” NOT THIS FUCKING CAT AGAIN!

“Ugh, that’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard!” Is Saeran here too? Well, yeah, Saeyoung would never leave him alone with one of his babies, he’s so possessive with those cars!

Mr. Cat Damon comes in and meows at you. One of these days… Mr. Cat Damon, one of these days…

“MC? What’s going on?”

“I… I…” need to go to the bathroom? Forget it… there’s nowhere to run.

“What’s in the box?”

“Tampons?”

“Do you really think we’re that stupid?” Saeran asks, glaring at you. Uh oh… “You’re up to something, ain’t you?” Well… you can’t really keep on lying, can you?

“I… I am, and the other RFA members are too. Zen was here before, but Mr. Cat Damon showed up and made him sneeze, and nobody was answering because they were busy with the decoration, so I tried not to ruin the surprise because everybody put so much effort on making this a happy birthday for both of you, since you guys deserve so much after everything you’ve been through, and I want you too to be happy and loved, and protect you two because I care so much about you guys and… I’m not really on my period!” You say as you feel the tears rolling down. Saeyoung and Saeran look at each other completely lost.

“Oh… we… kinda forgot it was this day of the year?” Saeyoung asks his brother.

“Yeah… so used to not celebrating at all for all those years…” oh god…

“So… so… I just ruined the surprise?” more tears, and Saeyoung runs to you.

“Hey, it’s fine… you didn’t ruin anything. Well, except for Saeran’s innocence with that tampon thing, but… don’t worry, MC. The biggest surprise here is seeing how much you tried to make this day special, it’s so good to know we have someone so willing to make us happy.”

“Oh, but that’s no surprise! You already know how much RFA loves you, guys! The party was supposed to be a surprise!”

“I think surprises suck.” Saeran states, crossing his arms. “So stop crying and feeling so bad on yourself.” He glances at you quickly “… please.”

“Yeah, you can’t ruin your make up that goes along with the nice dress and the combed hair, girl!” Saeyoung shakes your shoulders lightly. “So, come on, I’ll help you put the cake in the trunk while we teach Saeran how to pretend he’s surprised.”

“Thank you, guys.” You smile at both of them, Saeyoung chuckles, and though you’re not sure, you think you saw Saeran smiling a little. “Yes, let’s take this cak…”

SPLASH! You just see the box with the cake hitting the floor and Mr. Cat Damon looking at what he did… then he looks at you like this was completely natural. You open your mouth in shock.

“This cat… is the incarnation of the evil! I’m going to kill him!” you go towards Mr. Cat Damon’s direction, yelling.

“Whoa, calm down, MC!  Calm… down!” Saeyoung holds you against him, you two lose balance and fall on the floor, splashing cake frosting everywhere.

“It’s… It’s ruined. Just like the whole surprise…” You say, your voice starts breaking again. 

“Oh no no no… It’s not your fault, MC. Don’t worry!” Saeyoung hurries in comforting you. 

“Yeah, silly. It’s just cake, we can get another one tomorrow or next year, whatever. There will be plenty of birthdays for us to have cake.” You and Saeyoung look at each other, then at Saeran. Did he just say he wants to celebrate in the years to come? 

“Awww MC, did you hear that? Saeran just said something sweet!” you two giggle, but he doesn’t look that happy. 

“Oh… So you like it sweet, huh brother?” He asks, kneeling before you two and grabbing a fistful of cake. “Is that sweet enough for you?” He shoves the cake on Saeyoung’s face. You look in shock and try to hold your laugh, but it’s impossible.

“Now what are you laughing at?” Saeyoung throws cake frosting on you, and before you know it, this is a food war. Your kitchen is a mess, and Mr. Cat Damon ran out of there, but you didn’t even notice, you were too busy laughing and having fun with the twins.

Which… was interrupted by a clearing throat sound, clearly made by Jumin. The three of you freeze as you see the other RFA members judging and watching this curiously.

“What the hell is happening here?” Jaehee asks, shocked.

None of you know what to say and just keep looking at each other, like “who’s gonna talk?”

“Well, uhm… surprise?” Saeran asks.



You can see the other days here!

To Keep You Safe// Part - 1/2

Pairing: Peter x reader

Summary: being a superhero may be fun, stuff of every nerd’s dreams but it had its cons. Peter knew everything couldn’t always be good for him, he knew he had to sacrifice his happiness for the sake of your safety.

Request: @loser-with-a-lap-top​: Could you do prompt #14 with Peter Parker where Peter breaks up with the reader in attempts to keep her safe, but she still doesn’t know he’s spiderman yet so she’s really confused on why he’s breaking up with her, and then she finds out and is even more upset that he was lying. Feel free to change what ever you want. THANK YOU😊

A/N: hey, baby boos. so get ready for an angsty fic this is gonna be rollercoaster of teen emotions. sorry but not sorry. It will have a fluffly end but this part is pure angst. stay tuned for second part because it will have some action. and steam, so wait for it. i had to write it on tumblr so I couldn’t edit it, but it so please look over any mistakes. hope you like it!

Warning(s): swearing, crying, break up. and teengers talking about ya know what. (yes that’s a warning. love me some shameless peter)

Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

Peter sat on the edge of the building, thinking. he liked to do that after doing his daily secret superhero work.he liked to just breathe while he looked over the city while he thought about literally everything. but lately that everything had become gloomy, it wasn’t sweet, crazy teenager things mixed with being a hero it was… the ugly face of life kept well hidden under that.

everything was so good, but it wasn’t supposed to be like that right? he was Spiderman, he had an amazing girlfriend, i.e, you, school had gone good and Ned, his best friend who knew about his secret identity had actually helped him rather than running away. things were great; and he knew they shouldn’t be.

he lied down and rested his head in his arms. he exhaled deeply and closed his eyes, remembering that exact memory.

‘you see kid, when you become like us.’ tony pointed at himself. ‘you sign up for a really heavy weight being slammed up on your shoulders. I know you’re strong peter, but you gotta be really careful from now on. you have the weight of the whole world on your shoulders now and especially your loved ones.’ he looked at peter who was listening carefully but couldn’t quite understand what he had meant by the last line. ‘the bad guys, always find your weaknesses.’

the sudden ringing of his phone snapped him back to where he was. he sat right up and saw it was another missed call from you. after further scrolling and searching he saw how many messages you had sent him.

“no one’s home, make it quick and we can cuddle and make out.”

“taking too long, parker. be quick.”

“hmmm, let me see if Ned’s free.” was the latest message. he quickly called you.

‘i’ll be right there, don’t call that horn dog!’ he said urgently. your familiar chuckle answered, he knew you must be shaking your head at him too.

‘i’m way too loyal and in love with you to do that, mon amour.’ you said. he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. he replied with a shy ‘yeah.’ and you grinned.

‘now, get your cute butt over here so that we can cuddle till we have time. see you, babe. love you.’

‘love you too.’ he smiled looking down.


No bed made covered in silk sheets, pillows filled with the softest feathers, could provide peter the comforts you did when you let him use yourself as a pillow while you massaged his head or ran your fingers through his hair. he nuzzled in your chest and you jerked up. he looked at you questioningly.

‘your hair tickled me nothing else.’ you patted his head. he returned to his position grinning.

‘they’re just, very nice.’ he looked at you grinning slyly before kissing you. ‘do I ever get a chance to..’ he trailed off and gave you that look of his no one lese got to saw. that smug, lusty look you hated but also loved.

‘fuck off, parker.’ you pushed him away laughing. he was quick to get close to you again.

‘I just mean no one’s home, you’re clearly not on your period, it’s a nice evening. everything points in that direction!’ he threw his arms in the air for emphasis. you covered your face to hide your burning face and lied down laughing.

‘oh my god, I hate you!’ you laughed. he got on top of you and pulled your hands away from your face.

‘no, you don’t.’ you both stayed in that position before he smiled deviously at you.

‘peter, no.’ you warned.

‘PETER YES!’ he shouted and started tickling you mercilessly. he couldn’t help but laugh himself as you tried to containing your laughter or push him away.

‘I love you, I don’t wanna hurt you! get off!’ you pushed at his chest as you panted. he stopped, huffed and rolled of you. ‘you’re an asshole.’ you panted.

‘i’m amazing, look I told you i’ll leave you tired and panting if you give me the chance.’ he said and you hit him with a pillow. he chuckled and lied beside you, pulling you in his chest. ‘i’m sorry, you bring out all my crazy.’ he kissed the top of your head. you mumbled something before you closed your eyes. he smiled at you and brushed away the stray hairs from your forehead. he loved you so much, he wished he’d never have to loose you and this moment could freeze here so that you two could stay like this forever.

‘the bad guys, always find your weaknesses.’

the words came back to him. Mr. Stark was right, it was his responsibility to protect you. he couldn’t put you in danger, aunt may had seen him in the costume and he couldn’t risk another person knowing about his identity or becoming a target because of him. He had made enemies on this journey and he had to take all the measures possible. he couldn’t lose more people, it hurts too much. Plus it doesn’t help when you are the reason your loved ones get hurt.

he sighed and looked at your peaceful sleeping face again, he didn’t want to do it. for once, he didnt want to be the self- sacrificing hero. he kissed your forehead one last time, got up and left.


the days passed away slowly and painfully, Peter wouldn’t talk properly to you. it was like something was bothering him, like a sad cloud was following him everywhere. then you finally asked him what was wrong, you really wish you hadn’t. or he hadn’t said what he did.

he looked at you trying to look strong and tough. only heaven knew what was going inside the poor boy’s head.

‘just tell me. please.’ you held his hand to provide him some strength but it only made it worse. he didn’t want to do it, he just wanted to hug you and never let you go but it things rarely happen the way you want them to. you cant have everything in the world.

‘I, I just think that we don't work well together. it’s not you it’s all me. i’m an idiot. i wish it didn’t have to happen and I am very, very sorry.’ he stopped abruptly so that his voice wouldn’t crack. you were taken a back, you throat went dry and you just wanted to cry.

you clenched your jaw in response and looked down. you never thought you would cry about a break but damn, it hurt. you nodded and rubbed your eyes.

‘I-’ he tried to step closer to you but you kept a hand in front.

‘goodbye, peter.’ you said with a voice devoid of any emotions and walked away.

you were hating this all so much, it hurt so much losing the person you thought cared about you. he had become some sort of a comfort blanket for you, you were left so vulnerable after that comfort blanket was ripped off from you.


you were walking away from the craft store to your home. you liked to take walks and occupy your brain with art so that you could feel better, it was like your own little therapy. suddenly, you heard some footsteps behind you. you started walking faster and they followed you, you were starting to think the worst but they were suddenly gone.

you turned around and saw that a man with a knife was webbed to the wall of the building. a relief washed over you, you took a deep breath and eased the grip of the bag in your hands.

‘you’re okay right?’ the red suit wearing superhero asked you.

‘yeah, i’m good.’ you ran a hand through your hair. he jumped down the building and hugged you tightly. ‘thank god.’ he breathed. you found it rather awkward and lightly patted his back. ‘it’s-’ you suddenly stopped. it was all too familiar, the voice, the tight hug….. ‘peter?’ you breathed.

‘ye- what? who peter?’ he sked and backed away. ‘i’m sorry girly, you mistake me for-’

‘peter parker, shut up.’ you shouted and he stopped. he punched the man hard to knock him out on his way to you.

‘(y/n), listen, I-’

‘the hell are you doing, peter?’ tears welled up in your eyes. ‘you leave me, then you follow me, then you turn out to be fucking spiderman, i mean what are you doing?’ your voice cracked. ‘do you know, how much it hurts when someone leaves you like that? it feels like you are the worst person in the world, and you know me, you know how I struggle with some things yet you left me. like everyone else.’ tears started flowing and you tried your best to wipe them all away. peter had never seen you cry, it broke his heart that he was the reason behind your tears. ‘you could’ve ripped my heart out, it wouldn’t hurt this much.’ you rubbed your eyes.

‘I am so sorry, (y/n).’ he kept a hand on your cheek. ‘I am just trying to keep you safe.’ he joined his forehead with yours. ‘I wish I didn’t have to do this.’ after saying this, he put on his mask shoot a web and was gone with a gust of wind.

he collapsed on his knees once he got in his room, it hurt so much. the knife wound on his back wasn’t as painful as much as his chest was aching with a broken heart. he took off his mask and stared it for a few minutes before throwing it  against the wall. he changed quickly and curled up in his bed. but hell it wasn’t as effective as you.  he hurt you and he hated it, he will eventually hurt everyone like this and he hated. it. he couldn’t save everyone.

‘peter? sweetie you, okay?’ aunt may creeked open the door. she knew he hadn’t been doing well lately.

‘no.’ he said, his voice empty. ‘I am not okay, may.’ she walked to him and sat on his bed, rubbing his arm to comfort him.

‘(y/n)?’ she asked.

‘I hurt her really bad.’ he covered his face in the blanket. superheroes don’t cry.

‘it’ll all be okay, don’t worry.’ she ran her hand through his hair and sighed.

Originally posted by clutterbucky

Part 2 coming soon

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mystic-the-fangirl  asked:

Can I have hc's for the paladins with a s/o who has really really bad anxiety? Where it's like, to the point where they can't be in too much of a crowd or hear too many loud noises, but is ok with pda and stuff bc it helps them feel safe? And what should they do when s/o had a panic attack? Sorry this is really long, you don't have to do all of this if you don't want to 😅. I have really bad anxiety so it would just be nice to be represented somewhere...

Of course you can, representation is key. I mean what’s the point of reading reader inserts if you can’t relate? Feel free to request stuff like this all the time!


Shiro

  • the most calm/understanding one about this
  • he listens to what you have to say
  • he would like you to explain what is a trigger for your panic attacks
  • then he will go out of his way to make you avoid them
  • but while being lowkey like he won’t have you suspect him
  • because he’s that amazing boyfriend
  • he himself is not very good at pda because he’s awkward and kind of shy with that sort of stuff
  • but if it makes you feel safe, he’ll put it aside and always always do something like put his arm around your waist so that you know that he is here
  • if you had a panic attack he would really try his best to calm you down
  • the type to focus more on the “it’s all okay” tactic and move you away from the scene
  • he’s really careful with the whole ordeal
  • he will stay with you afterwords for sure
  • he can’t leave you alone, because who knows how you’ll feel later on
  • so he just stays with you after the attack and hugs you close to him.
  • panic attacks are (from my experience) extremely tiring, so he stays with you until you fall asleep.

Keith

  • okay so he really tries to help you with this
  • like really, he will try his best to keep you away from such situations
  • He would totally hold your hand in crowds and keep you close to him 
  • he just doesn’t want you to feel like you are alone in this relationship
  • he freaked out a bit the first time that you had a panic attack
  • probably called for help and caused a slight scene
  • but even as they calmed you down, he didn’t want to leave you
  • he just felt that he couldn’t he wanted to know how you experienced it, how to calm you down
  • afterwords he would be a bit wary about things and would ask you what would make you uncomfortable
  • you guys normally stay in the corner during the gatherings that Allura holds, or you go to the top and overlook everybody. It’s a lot quieter up there, and it’s good because Keith has to look like he’s in the party too. This way, it’s a win-win
  • after that day, he learns about how to deal with panic attacks for your sake
  • will focus on trying to get you to someplace calmer, quieter, and soothing for you.
  • after panic attacks, he would probably want to stay with you, but he wouldn’t want to force you or anything so you’d have to say whether you wanted to cuddle with him or not

Hunk

  • as someone who also has anxiety, he probably relates to you the most
  • like he doesn’t get anxiety in big crowds, but he gets anxiety in unfamiliar situations
  • so he would do what no one does for him, as in keep you away from stuff that triggers you or upsets you
  • like loud crowds and stuff yeah nu-uh you guys go the scenic route, i.e taking the food and getting the hell outta there
  • or just staying back stage - the kitchen
  • it’s pretty cute okay he makes it work
  • he doesn’t want you to go through any discomfort okay
  • panic attacks, i feel like he might have had one. 
  • he gets very serious during one of them okay
  • will crouch down by you and talk to you
  • “do you want to go? let’s go” “i’m here okay,”
  • he takes you away from the problem right away
  • if you let him, he’ll hold you close, like with you on his lap and him sitting up
  • he really only wants you to be happy
  • he will make sure to keep you away from whatever the problem was 

Lance

  • Understanding is the best way to describe him about the situation
  • he understands it and he is very serious about it, no jokes, no underlying humor, nothing
  •  he doesn’t want you to go through it
  • he is very much a party guy okay he loves to party as we’ve seen
  • but he’ll give up the louder ones for you
  • even if you tell him to just go, he knows how it feels like to feel alone
  • so he stays with you and is the loving and understanding boyfriend that lance truly is
  • i know he acts all flirt and no care for most ppl but like he really loves you
  • and when you have panic attacks, the first time he kinda freaks out and is like what’s wrong?? how do i help??? and he calls his bff hunk for backup
  • and hunk is all serious and tells lance to stfu and listen and lance gets determined to help you from now on
  • and so when you have panic attacks he kinda just sits by you and tries to do things that calm you, like talking softly to you, patting your hair, giving you affection
  • he really cares for you and if it was up to him, he would make it so yu would never have a panic attack again
  • but he doesn’t think he can do that
  • so he for now, it’s just soothing voices and soft hugs

Pidge

  • okay so she deals with your ansxiety over big crowds and loud noises pretty well
  • doesn’t think it changes anything abt you at all
  • it’s just something else to connect when thinking about you
  • okay okay but picture this
  • it’s a big party, you don’t wanna be there
  • so she goes to the ballroom,loiters around, snags the snacks
  • and then she meets you outside
  • and you guys get out her lion
  • and land on the top of th castle
  • and just watch the stars and eat the food
  • because you guys only need each other okay 💕💕💕
  • for your panic attacks, she asked you if you have them when you told her abt your anxiety
  • so she looked it up and the methods and stuff
  • really learned her stuff okay
  • she learned it because if there is one thing that she prides herself in it is her knowledge
  • so she takes really good care of you when you have panic attacks
  • like sits with you has everyone leave, tells you it’s all okay
  • and then later watches cute or fuynny videos with you to calm you
  • and you fall asleep on her shoulder
  • and she dies a little inside because wow you were so cute
  • it makes her heart hurt whenever you have one :((((
Prompt Set #1 for 8000 Followers

1.) “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to find my son!”

2.) “What do you think happened here?”
“Don’t ask me that question.”

3.) “Wheres the flamethrower?”

4.)“Trust me, I’m just as clueless as you are.”

5.) “You think you can just steal from me, boy?”

6.) “This shit just keep getting weirder.”
“Lets just keep going.”

7.) “What did I just say? One at a damn time.”

8.) “Why do I even try with you? Sometimes I just wish…”

9.) “Anybody home?”
“What’s the password?”

10.) “You don’t have many friends do you?”
“Never felt the need to make any.”

11.) “Who names their child after a number?”
“I think you’re missing the point here.”

12.) “We’re running low on time.”
“Time doesn’t exist.”

13.) You live in a Utopian society, but the problems aren’t with the structure of the society, but at home. Perhaps your grandmother is dying of old age and she’s the last living relative that you know in your family. Maybe despite the peacefulness of life you wish for a thrill. Maybe you struggle with loneliness as your only friend is the robotic servent who practically raised you by itself. Maybe life is as good as it gets and the story is just about you enjoying the protection and peace that your life encompasses.

14.) “Man, I almost feel bad for ruining your life.”

15.) “Do whatever you want. This is the only life you’re going to get so you might as well live it the only way you can.“

16.) “It’s just as our parents taught us. We do what we can with what we have. And if we can’t do anything or if we don't​ have anything then we keep trying. That’s how this works.”

17.) “Stop questioning me and do what I say!”

18.) “This won’t end well.”
“Don’t jinx us.”

19.) “Put the fork down and we can all walk away from this peacefully.”

20.) “Your ignorance knows no bounds.”

21.) “I am five hundred years too old for this shit.”
“And yet you don’t look a day over two hundred.”
“Stop trying to butter me up.”

22.) “I trust only what I can see.”
“If so, then you are only limiting yourself to an extremely narrow view of life.”

23.) “Just be open. That is one of the many ways.”
“Can you tell me another way because I don’t understand what that means.”

24.) “So let me get this straight. We’re about to ask a princess to help us?”
“Technically she’s the Queen, but yeah, that’s the plan.”
“How are we about to do that smart guy?”
“She owes me a favor.”

25.) “I don’t think you understand what’s at stake here.”

26.) “Never trust a Shadow Elf.”
“What’s the difference between a Shadow Elf and a Dark Elf.”

27.) “You don’t really have a clear definition of who your dad really was. Let me explain.”

28.) “Everything is at random. Everything is random. Maybe that’s all we needed to know.”

29.) “Do you think we should trust her word for it? I really don’t want to go back to the estate bound and gagged simply because you gained a moment of conscious.”

30.) “Normally I’d agree, but I’ve seen what she can do. Trust me, it isn’t pretty.”

31.) “I can’t think of a better way for me to die than in your arms.”

32.) “You got me into this mess. You get me out.”

33.) “Trusting you seems to be a double edged sword and I have terrible luck.”

34.) “Remember what I did to your poor maid. You don’t want to end up like that do you?”

35.) “I made a gamble. Only time will tell if I made the right choice.”

36.) Write a store about two students. Person A appears to be the outgoing type but they’re really introverted and Person B is a mute, but one who chooses not to speak. The two meet by chance one day at Person A’s job.

37.) “Fuck that, I’m not giving you anymore money.”

38.) “Hey, did you eat the last of the pizza?”
“No.”
“Why are you lying?”

39.) “You really should stop drinking soda.”
“You really need to stop telling me how to live my life.”

40.) “I understand your anger but that doesn’t mean you had to kick my car.”

41.) “Let me take a hit of that.”
“You sure? I thought you had a drug test later this week?”
“My mom just died, Matt. The last thing I’m thinking about is my job.”

42.) “Welcome to the Soul Plane.”
“Doesn’t look like much.”
“Thats because you don’t have much of a soul. Or maybe you just don’t believe.”

43.) “You saved me, Milord. I don't​ understand.”
“When I saw you. I saw the eyes of my grandfather. Those were eyes of pure kindness and compassion. You did not commit that crime.”

44.) You are the victim of a gruesome vampire prank which results of you being unaware of your new state. You work at night and sleep most of the day so the vampire is anticipating your demise. New Vamps can still eat regular food but it's​ no longer has the nutritional properties it used too. The longer newbies go without blood the more irritable and at worse cases, feral they become. One day your boss asks you to work someone else’s shift as they failed to show up to work. Needing the extra money you accept and leave just before sun rises. As you're​ walking home you decide to watch the sunrise, cue you bursting into flames for an agonizing period of time. Luckily someone, maybe another vampire or different monster, saves you by pulling you into an alley.

45.) “Here, can you hold her for me? Make sure not to wake her up. She gets really angry when someone other than me is holding her.”
“Then why did you give her to me?”

46.) “Trust me. I wanna quit too, but having to see her heart break because we couldn’t complete our job is not on my bucket list.”

47.) “Just because I’m blind doesn’t mean I don’t have other ways of finding you.”

48.) “The moon isn’t what you think it is.”
“If I had a dollar for every time I’ve had this conversation.”

49.) You are in the process of exploring a dirlect temple on the outskirts of your town. You used to explore here when you were younger​ but after years of mentally sketching the temple down in your mind you notice one day that in the basement there is a blood red mirror that wasn’t always there.

50.) One day while laying on the beach watching the sunset in the distance you see something too big to comprehend brushed across the surface of the water. You stand up in shock and look around to see if anyone else saw. Out of the few people who on the beach you spot a few others who look as though they saw what you saw.

High School Sweethearts

Author: Juju

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: Reader can sing but it’s like barely talked about, a shit ton of fluff you might suffocate, and editing

Summary: You and Shawn have been together since the start of high school after a life long friendship. When Shawn came to fame, you asked him to keep you a secret for the time being as you were not ready for the spotlight. Now that high school’s over, you reconsider and Shawn surprises you.

Word Count: 2.8k….I have a problem

A/N: Let’s imagine that the reader’s parents are always super busy and they let her do whatever she wants ok?

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“Bye Mrs. Mendes! See you tonight!” You yelled as you and Shawn left the Mendes residence. You were going to drop Shawn off at a radio interview after picking up Aaliyah. 

“Bye Y/N, Shawn! See you at dinner!” Shawn’s mother called from somewhere inside the house.

“You’re never going to call her Karen, are you?” Scoffed Shawn as he got into the jeep.

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Don't Have Sex, Because You Will Get Pregnant...And Die.

@kieren-fucking-walker - Hi, I’m sorry if this is too fluffy! BTW NO this is not mpreg/omega!verse! I just love mean girls!

by @jadorehale


Really, the best thing to ever happen to Beacon Hills High School was Stiles Stilinski. He was a star pupil. The very best in his class. Student of the Month year round. On the fast track to Harvard. And outshined all the other kids in his class with his pure awesomeness on a daily basis to the point where it was downright embarrassing. He didn’t want to jinx it but he was pretty much a shoo-in for valedictorian. Sorry, Lydia Martin! And he never caused any trouble at all. Not ever.

“DETENTION AGAIN, MR. STILINSKI!”

Did he mention he was every teacher’s darling?

Stiles stood at his locker after the last bell and frowned down at the all too familiar pink slip in his hand, questioning why the world was so unfair. Sure, most of these infractions were one-hundred percent his own doing, but in his defense, Harris had made two very implausible and inaccurate statements in the same class period, basically begging Stiles to make a mockery out of him in front of everyone. Stiles just hoped Harvard recognized what a scholarly and academically enriching extra-curricular activity detention could be.

“Seriously, another one?” A voice behind him said. A voice that Stiles had not been expecting seeing as he was the only one left in the hall. The voice also sounded highly amused when Stiles jumped and shrieked then whirled around in surprise.

“Jeez!” Stiles said, clutching his heart. “Can we make noises before we scare people to death? Heavy breathing! Tap dancing! Anything would be great!”

There wasn’t an ounce of guilt on Derek’s ridiculously handsome face and Stiles couldn’t even pretend to stay mad. He should be used to this by now. Derek liked to sneak up on him when he least expected it all the time. Which made sense seeing as he was Derek’s concubine. Sneaking around just happened to be a very essential part of their deep dark secret relationship.

The halls were empty but Stiles still checked to make sure they were safe. It was too risky if anyone saw them. Derek was the super popular basketball god and his social status would perish if he were to be associated with Stiles, the school’s biggest loser. Some would even liken it to the fall of Rome.

“Don’t you have practice?” Stiles asked, letting Derek press him up against the lockers anyway, his arms hanging loosely around Derek’s neck.

“I can skip it,” Derek murmured, nibbling on his ear.

“But it’s tryouts and you’re co-captain,” Stiles noted.

Derek lifted his head at that, pursing his lips. “You know, I’ve been meaning to quit basketball.”

Stiles leveled him a flat look. “You are not quitting basketball just so you can make out with me.”

“Why not?” Derek pouted, brushing the tips of their noses together. “I’ve decided that this is a much better use of my time.”

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