yes it took me this long to watch it


I want to thank you for being such a big source of inspiration for me. I remember finding your channel back in 2012 by accident when I was looking for Amnesia compilations. I think you barely had 5k subs at the time? I don’t think you even had a webcam yet actually. I remember watching a vlog where you said that you wanted to upload videos everyday. You sounded committed and passionate about it. I’m someone who’s draws inspiration from passionate individuals and I thought to myself, “Alright, I’ll keep watching if you show me that you’re truly dedicated to this.”

You kept at it. I could see you were truly driven about making videos and I was curious to see where you were headed. Even today, I’m looking forward to watching what you do. Yes, I still watch your videos, though I’m more selective on which ones to watch. You still make me laugh and bring a smile to my face when days are rough.

The whole Darkiplier thing has been a weird and wondrous adventure with many ups and downs. Fun fact, I nearly scrapped him entirely because I got frustrated with the idea and I was unsure of where to go with the character. I took a long break from drawing him and my best friend @prismkitten-mivy has helped me rebuild his story. I have more plans for projects involving him in the near future and I’m ecstatic to share those ideas with the community.

I want to thank you for giving me the opportunity to be apart of this charity. I’m still in shock over how many items have been sold and how much has been raised. Your community can do a lot of good when it comes together for these events. Thank you, for being a passionate and driven individual that inspires creative people such as myself. You’re a wonderful person Mark, and I can’t wait to see where you go from here.

anonymous asked:

prompt: andreil + emergency room visit

(this is a sequel to THIS ‘I think there’s someone in the house’ fic!)

The paramedics hammer on the door, and Neil looks up, teary-eyed, from where his face is pressed into Andrew’s damp hair. He’s feeling for his breath with the back of his hand, waiting moment to moment for Andrew to die in his arms, silently like he does everything else. Urgency keeps stunning Neil all over again, hysterical defibrillators. The EMT’s are calling out through the wall, muffled but calm.

It feels unthinkably wrong, their absolute evenness and ease outside his door when his life is an exposed neck and Andrew’s death is the whirring blade of a saw.

He realizes that he has to get up to let them in, and it seems as impossible as it would be for Andrew to spring up and answer the door himself. He feverishly wants them to crumple the door to splinters and be inside already. 

It’s a herculean effort to ease Andrew to the ground, like he’s gritting his teeth and cutting off his own leg. He touches Andrew’s clammy face briefly but he can’t bring himself to try and slap him awake. He props Andrew’s bare feet up on the rim of the bath so the blood will flood towards his head, at least.

He feels untethered to his body when he stands, a helium balloon with its usual weight passed out on the bathroom floor. He falls into the wall immediately, adrenaline neck and neck with exhaustion.

He finds his way to the front door without his mind’s help. His head is in the bathroom with Andrew, and he knows that no matter what happens it’ll be there for a long, long time.

The next time he blinks, a man in uniform is holding his biceps and peering down at him seriously.

“—sir? Sir, are you hurt at all?”

“No,” Neil says, lips numb. “Bathroom. He’s in the bathroom. He’s bleeding to death.”

He turns, easily slipping the paramedic’s grip. There’s a procession of them, hefting a gurney and a couple of kits, and they’ve brought all the cold from outside in on their heels. They’re such a foreign object in their warm, messy apartment — uniformed, official, and precise.

It’s deadly, walking in and seeing Andrew spread out in his boxers, blood oozing through his t-shirt from his loose stitches, pale enough to match the porcelain. Neil’s seen enough corpses to recognize what they look like. 

He falls heavily to his knees and puts his head directly to his chest, listening, tears slipping hotly over the bridge of his nose.

“Please,” he slurs. His heartbeat is a tentative thud, a knock from an unexpected guest. “Help him. Now, help him now.”

“We’re going to try our best Sir, but you’ve got to get out of the way,” someone says gently.

He topples backwards onto his hands. It’s a cramped space, and he knows it would be easier if he waited outside, but he also knows he’d rather die than leave them alone with him.

The first guy kneels down and takes Andrew’s pulse, and Neil shakes his head. They’re too slow, time is feeding directly into a wide open drain.

“He needs an IV. He’s two litres down, at least. You’ve got to—“ A petite woman puts a hand on his shoulder and he shrugs her off violently. “No! You have to listen to me.”

“We know what we’re doing,” she says. “Are you an MD?” She eyes him doubtfully, gaze flitting from his scars to where her colleagues are taking vitals and cutting through Andrew’s clothes.

“Yes,” Neil says wildly. “And he needs an IV. Possibly two. Large-bore, normal saline. He’s not getting any oxygen, and he’s been like this for as long as it took you to gather your meager response team.”

She purses her lips, but she’s a professional. He can see her repressing her anger and it infuriates him. He feels like he’s crashing, over and over again, and he’s watching someone daintily pump the breaks.

“He’s right,” one of the EMT’s says distractedly. “We’re gonna need to get some fluids started, he’s in hypovolemic shock, sats below 50.”

“You want to tell me what happened?” one of the men asks.

“No,” Neil says as evenly as he can manage, reaching out to graze Andrew’s cold fingers.

“Did you do these stitches?” the woman asks, pulling at Andrew’s skin to get a better look at them. He suddenly sees how they must look to them, sloppy and angry red. Neil bends her arm away without thinking about it.

“Don’t touch him,” he snaps. He could break her arm and it would make him feel better. He drops her, disoriented by his own violence.

“There’s no need to be antagonistic,” the first man says. “We don’t want to have to remove you.”

“You really don’t,” Neil agrees. “You won’t succeed.”

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Star Wars Age!Squash AU, Comic #02

Initiate Era - Master Dooku & Qui-Gon

Master Dooku has the highest standards and only chooses the most elite of the elite as his apprentices. Initiate Jinn is a prodigy and looks perfect on the records and is also exceptionally gifted in sensing the Living Force. Master Dooku thought he would make the perfect Padawan. Sometimes, Master Dooku is wrong.

Or, Master Dooku has to bribe a young Padawan Qui-Gon with Obi-Wan’s company in order to get him to do anything.

[A/N] In this AU where everyone is happy, almost no one is evil and everyone lives, Master Dooku is that grumpy grandpa who looks super scary but is actually ridiculously soft once you get to know him. Qui-Gon is his third apprentice, and all three of his Padawans are ridiculously rebellious (and spoiled) in their own ways. You’ll meet the other two soon <3

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BTS reaction: their s/o asking them to choke them or tie them up during sex.

Anon requested: 

Hello! If you have time, can you do “BTS react to their s/o asking them to choke them or to tie them up during sex”? Thanks!!

A/N - NSFW!! (obviously). Also, I need some holy water after writing this. 


Originally posted by fawnave

You were sitting on Jin’s bed almost fully naked, as he was taking his own clothes off, when you decided to ask him the question that you’ve wanted to ask him for a really long time.

“Daddy?” You asked while watching him take off his T-shirt.

“Yes princess?” He asked, pausing. 

“I know we’ve never done this before but, can you tie me up tonight?” 

Jin didn’t know how to react at first.

“Are you sure you want that princess?” He asked with a kind of concerned look on his face.

You nodded and his concerned expression was replaced with a smirk as he took off the rest of his clothes.

“Your wish is my command!”


Originally posted by scartic

The two of you were about to reach your climaxes as Yoongi was thrusting into you from behind when you half-shouted:


Suga smirked at that getting even more turned on. He gripped your chin with his hand and made you look at him. 

“What did you just say? Can you please repeat that princess? What do you want me to do to you?”

“Omg I’m so close!” you moaned before repeating your request. “I WANT YOU TO C-C-CHOKE ME! P-PLEASE!” 

Yoongi let out a low chuckle before wrapping his hands around your neck and sqeezing, not too hard, but just enough to satisfy you.


Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Hobi’s head was between your legs as he was eating you out - his tongue sliding up and down your slit while his thumb was massaging your clit. You were moaning his name out in pleasure, but you wanted something more. 

“H-Hobi?” You managed to whisper in between moans.

“Yes love?” He asked and pulled away so he can look at you, his lips covered in your juices.

“C-can you please…tie me up?” You asked shyly.

Hoseok smirked at your request and looked at you. 

“I would love to do that,” he said with a devilish look on his face. “But only if you ask properly.”

“Pease Daddy! Please, tie me up to the bed and fuck me senseless!” 

“With pleasure.” he said before leaning in and kissing you, a little too roughly. 


Originally posted by forever-young-got7

You were riding Namjoon, raising and lowering your hips and slowly increasing your pace. That’s when out of nowhere you moaned out:

“C-choke me!”

Namjoon smirked and raised an eyebrow, surprised.

“What was that?”

“CHOKE ME!”, you repeated louder this time. 

“Am I going crazy? Or did my pretty little slut just asked her Daddy to choke her?”


“As you wish…” He smiled and started choking you, just hard enough for your eyes to start filling up with tears. 


Originally posted by btsneeds

When Jimin walked in and saw you laying on his bed, wearing nothing but one of his ties he immediately attacked your lips with his pressing you to the bed. He pulled away just so he can pull of his shirt and unbuckle his belt. 

“What’s the tie for?” Jimin asked, looking at you.

“Well, I actually wanted you to tie me up with it…” You answered quietly. 

“Ah!” He said smirking, “I knew it had a purpose!”  

The two of you chuckled and he tied your wrists together behind your back and left a hickey on your neck before pulling away.


Originally posted by missbaptan

You were riding Taehyung’s thigh, his hands sneaking around to squeeze your breasts as he was enjoying it just as much as you were. You were close to reaching your climax. 

“OH MY GOSH! TAE PLEASE CHOKE ME!” You moaned surprising yourself.

He gripped your chin and you felt his hot breath on your ear.

“Are you sure about that?” He whispered in your ear in his deep voice. “Because, once I start being rough with you I won’t be able to stop…”

“Yes, please!” You moaned quietly.

“Okay then…” He answered, nibbling on your earlobe slightly, before fulfilling your wish.


Originally posted by namujune

You were making out on his bed, your make out session slowly getting more and more intense. At some point the two of you were completely naked, you straddling his lap while he watched you, devouring you with his eyes.

“I want to try something new tonight…” You whispered in his ear.

“Oh really?” He raised an eyebrow. “What is it princess?” 

“I want you to tie me up and fuck me harder than you’ve ever had…” You said in the most seductive voice you could manage. 

Jungkook gave you an uncertain look. 

“It’s okay Jungkook…Show me exactly how rough you can be…”

“Will do, princess…” he smirked.


Kookie’s Secret {Jeon Jungkook} ~Ceasefire~

Prompt:  Reader overstimulating Jungkook with a handjob~ I love your writing 🖤

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: none

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Beauty and the Lawyer

* John Laurens x Reader
* Modern Beauty and the Beast AU

    A/N: HERE IT IS! OK so…there’s no beast creature first of all, you’ll see the obvious change I made. This follows the new movie and CONTAINS SOME SPOILERS! If you haven’t seen the new movie then don’t read this yet as some plot points come directly from the new movie. It’s also really fucking long, so yeah. This took me about four days of writing every moment I could and listening to the movie soundtrack on repeat. (At least it’s pretty.) So I hope you guys enjoy!

    Word Count: 9,365 (barely 23 pages…)


    “You have a daughter, do you not Mr. L/N?” Henry Laurens asked the man across from him. Henry’s young son, John, sat aside merely watching the exchange.

    “Well yes. She’d be about the same age as your boy.”

    “You know, as a lawyer it’s hard to find a wife but it’s a good thing to have.” Henry mused as he stood and began circling the table, reminding his son of a hawk going in for a swooping kill.

    “What are you saying?” The other man asked.

    “I saved you in that lawsuit and I’m not even sure you were innocent.” Henry said with a soft laugh. “And now you say you can’t afford my prices. So I propose a deal. I’ll give you two years. Pay my fees, if not I’ll get the case reopened. If you haven’t raised the money, then your daughter and my son will be wed.”

    “That’s absurd!” The man shouted in outrage.

    “So was your case.” Henry snapped back. “You were warned that I have high prices. This is the fee.” Henry stopped at his side of the desk. “Go. You have two years.” The two men watched the other man go.

    “Why are you arranging a marriage?” John asked.

    “You know I’m not feeling well. This will be your firm soon. A wife makes a lawyer look more personable. And it’s hard to find one in this line of work.” Henry patted his son’s shoulder. “Come on, I have much more to teach you.”

    Two staffers, Alexander and Lafayette, stood by. “Monsieur Laurens is corrupting his young son. The John we used to know is slipping away.” Lafayette voiced.

    “You wanna stand up to Henry?” Alexander asked. He knew Lafayette was right. John was their friend at one point. It didn’t seem much that way anymore.

    “No, no one does. That’s the problem.”

    You walked through town. Your father would be back from meeting with the lawyer today and you wanted to make him a good dinner. There was a fresh marketplace and you knew your father preferred food from there. It was a bit more expensive but always tasted better. And definitely worth it to welcome your father home.

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    you know what i find scariest about gon?

    the fact that this 12 yr old boy from a loving family on a teeny tiny island somewhere on the edge of the world goes to take on one of the deadliest exams to ever have existed, sees people dying left and right and HE DOESNT EVEN BAT A FUCKING EYE

    he sees his best friend ripping out somebodys heart with his bare hands, sees hisoka straight up murdering people for absolutely no reason other than that he CAN, and even accepted the death of an applicant in order to steal hisokas badge

    hxh teaches us very early on that the hunter universe is a cruel, cruel place where a man’s life is practically worth nothing, and it doesnt surprise that gons friends are absolutely aware of that - killua, who was confronted with murder since he can walk, kurapika, who found the slaughtered corpses of everybody he ever knew, and leorio, who came from such an impoverished region that he had not only witness his friend but very likely a lot of other people die before his very eyes.

    but GON - how did all this not effect gon at all? there might be things we do not know about whale island, but everything we saw about his home was peace and a loving upbringing. yes, there was kite killing the kitsuneguma (a scene which also did not exist in the beginning of 2011 of reasons i will never understand) and gon certainly learned one thing or two about the circle of life while roaming the woods - but isnt the hunter exam a whole different realm of cruelty?

    i remember watching 2011 for the first time - it was half a year before i slumped into the fandom. and the reason it took me so long to connect to this outstanding narrative was because i could not connect to gon - partly because of his motivation for leaving his family and risking his life (which i in hindsight blame the poor first episode of 2011 for), but mostly because i was so disturbed that i didnt see this child freak out witnessing all the murder around him

    i think gon, although he radiates with positivety and childlike interest, is a very conflicting character. i feel that his innocent and cute moments often cover up how right kurapika might have been with his assessment why hisoka grew so fond of gon - because that ruthless murderer saw the little boy as someone of his caliber, a like-minded being of sorts. gon shows pity, gon shows care and the will to fight and protect - but only towards certain people, people he seems to divide from those who he is not willing to bestow with the same priviledge following criteria only he seems to know.

    i love the gon character, i love how thorough it is written that these traits introduced at the very beginning of the series foreshadow the catastrophy of gon-san.
    but that boy still scares me

    Rough Night - Shed Your Skin Part 3

    Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

    Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4

    A/N: I had no idea where this was going to go when I started writing and I don’t know how i feel about how it turned out but here it is because I do like this story line, serpent Jug is good.

    Summary: Jughead has a really rough night filled entirely with a lot of serious conversations and a lil’ almost something else

    Word Count: 3,999 (yeesh)

    Warnings: Gang activity, (underage) drinking, swearing 

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    Some lesser known Jeffrey Dahmer facts:

    • Jeff had air fresheners throughout his apartment when tenants in the Oxford Apartments complained about the smell (of the bodies), he blamed it on his freezer breaking and meat spoiling
    • He went to Ohio State, with his father paying for him to study in business but he failed to turn up to most of his classes and when he did, he was drunk, his roommates back in college described him as “weird” and told of a few times they were sure Jeff stole from them to supply booze for himself
    • As a teenager him and a friend of his, Jeff Six were cautioned for driving over somebody’s front lawn while high on marijuana 
    • When Jeff was in the army (where he later got discharged for alcohol problems) he frequently drank and got into trouble a few times, the worst of these times was when several men turned on Jeff and beat him up severely, he was bloody and his ear-drum was broken, causing
      him to suffer periodic attacks of ear-ache even ten years later
    • He worked at Sunshine Subs (a sandwich place) when he was in Miami, he also worked at a blood plasma center as a phlebotomist (where his job was basically taking blood from volunteers) in Wisconsin, he worked at a temp agency for a while and then moved onto his job as a mixer in a chocolate factory
    • Jeff didn’t like the taste of blood, when he worked at the blood plasma center he took a vial of blood up to the roof and drank it, he said he spat it out and didn’t like it
    • He once wrote “When my father came home I was happy.”
      “When my mother came home, I was watching TV.”
    • When asked if he loved his grandmother he strangely replied “Yes, she’s lived in that house a long time”
    • Jeff took up smoking in the army and when he returned he was smoking a pack a day
    • He once made a sexual advance on his brother David when he was 24 and his brother 18, when they were sharing a bed, Jeff said about the situation “He didn’t go for that at all, that’s for sure. He told me so
      in the morning”
      , Jeff said he made an apology to his brother, and that he felt embarrassed and disappointed
    • Jeff once said “It would have been better if I’d just stuck to the mannequins, much much better”
    Shirt Snatching

    Jughead x Reader 

    Requested: -Anonymous said: "we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt au" pretty, pretty please?

    A/N: THIS CONCEPT IS SOOO CUTE!!! I really enjoyed writing this.

    Words: 1194

    Warnings: none

    Originally posted by immortalle

    I ran out the house pulling on a shirt I picked up from my floor and juggling a bowl of cereal, my backpack and shoes in my hands. I rushed to my mom’s car because I was too late to walk to school, my mom got in the car and rolled her eyes when she saw me putting on socks and eating a bowl of cereal which made me flash her a cheeky grin. We got to school just in time for first lesson which I was glad about as I had English first and I would have been stabbed with a thesaurus if I was late.

    After my chaotic morning nothing else really happened, I had class and at lunch I was called to a meeting and then I studied for a while in my free lesson so I hadn’t really seen anyone today which made it totally worse because it just dragged my day out and felt as if it would never end. I decided about half way through the day I need a milkshake at Pop’s to reward myself for being such a level headed student, this was just before I screamed in the bathroom because I had at least two hours of homework to do.

    I sat in Biology counting down the seconds and when the bell rang I shot up and made my way out the class and to my locker to put my books away before leaving school and walking to Pop’s. I liked this walk more than the one to my house because it was in the center of town so I could look through all the windows of the small street front stores. I strolled down the sidewalk and turned the corner while trying to tuck my shoes laces  in so I wouldn’t trip on them but as I got around the counter I lost my step and stumbled into the person walking in front of me, making us both fall.

    “Shit, I’m so sorry.” I said standing and wiping a bit of dirt off my leg. I looked over  and quickly realized that the person I knocked over was Jughead Jones, the guy that sits next to me in English, the guy I don’t particularly want to fall because I tripped him. “Oh my word Jug, I’m so so sorry.” I blushed and held out a hand.

    He chuckled and took my hand pulling himself up “It’s okay.” He said looking me up and down smirking.

    “Are you going to Pop’s?” I asked as we started walking alongside each other.

    “Yeah.” He purred with a cheeky grin still playing on his lips.

    “Why’re you looking at me like that!” I giggled while trying to hide my very evident blushing.

    “What?” He chuckled and stepped forward as we reached Pop’s he held the door open motioning for me to go in. I stepped in and walked to the table Jug was usually sat and slid into the booth. Jug walked up to the table and slid in next to me which is very out of sorts for him, he is usually one to sit opposite you and try talk to you as little as possible. I ordered us both a milkshake once the waitress had come over to us.

    “I like your shirt Y/N/N.” he gave me another cheeky grin once she had left and for the first time today I looked down examining what shirt I was wearing. “It looks good on you.” He winked and put a hand on my leg.

    “Thanks, I think it’s my brother’s though, I picked it up off the floor this morning because I was late. I like the colour though, I think it suits me but the shirt is a bit big.” I rambled on until I looked up from the shirt and saw his slightly shocked expression, “What’s wrong.” I questioned taking his hand that had retracted from my knee.

    “You don’t remember?” He asked softly while his brow furrowed as he studied my face trying to figure out if I was being serious.

    “Remember what Jug?” I squeezed his hand for reassurance, “Did I say something?” I said quickly worrying if I had offended him.

    “No! No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” His eyes widened and he leaned back a bit as our milkshakes arrived, we watched the waitress put them down and walk away before we carried on with the conversation.

    “Can you tell me what I don’t remember then.” I chuckled slightly and watched his lips purse as he looked to his left stuck in thought. “Juggie.” I pleaded causing him to look back at me.

    “Remember Cheryl’s party on Saturday.” He sighed and laced his fingers through mine again.

    “For the most part, yes.” I chuckled remembering all the shots Reggie and I took trying to see who could out do each other.

    “Well Veronica and Betty told me to take you home before Reggie did something.” He looked right at me as he spoke making sure I understood everything he said.

    “I remember that! We walked the long way because you wanted to sober me up before we got to my house because you thought I was lying about my parents being out.” I laughed and watched his face light up again as he laughed with me.

    “Well I’m not going to believe the drunk girl, telling me how much she loves ducks, that her parents aren’t home.” He laughed.

    “But they weren’t!” I laughed, “We got to my house and I was the only one home so you said you’d stay with me because you didn’t want me to be alone in the house so late at night.” I carried on putting the puzzle together and Jug’s brow stayed furrowed as he concentrated on everything I said.

    “Then we went inside.” He said trying to get me to figure out what happened next.

    My eyes widened as the realization struck me, “Then I kissed you.” I muttered softly with a small smile forming on my face which made his face light up. “Then we went to my room and we, ah, ya now.” I chuckled as he started laughing with me.

    “Yea, I do know.” He laughed and squeezed my hand, “I was there.” He winked at me which made me become all flustered again. “I’m glad you remember.” He sighed and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles.

    “Why did you leave without a shirt?” I blurted after a peaceful silence causing him to smile brightly again.

    “Well Archie’s house is only two doors down from yours!” He laughed.

    “Exactly why you should have taken your shirt.” He fell into my shoulder as he laughed at the pathetic excuse he had given me. I took the last few sips of my milkshake while watching him in amusement, “Come on, we have English homework, we can do it at my house.” I winked which made him look up at me wide eyed then scramble out the booth paying for our drinks and taking my hand as we rushed off to my house hand in hand with giddy laughs escaping both of us.

    Tom Holland Imagine: Broken

    Summary: after getting out of a toxic relationship, you meet a very handsome boy on your train. (Loosely based off of both Yes Girl and I Can’t Breathe by Bea Miller)

    A/N: sorry for being gone for so long… writers block kicked in…😤

    Warnings: physical and mental abuse


    I let out a sigh of relief as the train took off down the tracks. I watched as the town I once knew and loved flew passed me. I wondered what He would do when He came home from work to find me gone. I fidgeted with the strap of my duffle bag before deciding to pull out my book to help the time pass.

    “Hello? Sorry to disturb you, but would you mind if I sat here?” A voice said.

    I shook my head without meeting the stranger’s eye. Yes, I would prefer to be sitting by myself but considering I bought the last ticket for this train, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I heard the stranger let out a heavy sigh as he placed his bag under his seat.

    “Whatcha readin there? If you don’t mind me asking.”

    “Uh, it’s called Ordinary People. By Judith Guest. It’s my favorite book, I’ve read it like 10 times.”

    “Huh, maybe I’ll read it sometime.”

    “Oh you definitely should, its incredible.”

    I finally looked up from my book to see a very handsome boy smiling at me.

    “I’m Tom by the way.” He said as he extended his hand to me.

    “Uh, I’m Y/N.” I said as I shook his hand.

    “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

    I blushed at his compliment and closed my book and looked back up at the him.

    “So what’s bringing you to the city? And by train? Not many people go on these anymore.”

    Tom smiled and looked out the window.

    “Well, I do a lot of traveling. I’m always in the air and so I just wanted to see the trees for a change. And I’m staying in the city, actually. I just felt like I was going insane from only seeing buildings and angry people everywhere I went and I need some time to figure things out so I found the smallest town I could find outside of Atlanta and left for the weekend. What about you?”

    “Uh, that’s a story for another time…”

    “That’s alright. Let it be yours.”

    “Well, your accent gives it away that you don’t live here, so why are you in America?”

    “I’m an actor. Filming a movie.”

    “Oh, I love movies! What movie are you filming?”

    Tom let out a light laugh as he looked down and fiddled with his thumbs.

    “Uh, Spider-Man, actually.”

    “Wait, really!? I love Spider-Man! Are you the guy that plays him in Civil War? I haven’t gotten to see it yet but I want to so bad. See, my boyfri- ex boyfriend wouldn’t let me go see it.”

    I looked down to avoid Tom’s confused face, hoping it would give him the hint to not ask any questions.

    “Well, maybe I can take you to go see it sometime.”

    “Uh, yeah! But if you don’t want to you don’t have to. I’m sure you’ve already seen it like 500 times…”

    “Yeah, but never with a girl as beautiful as you.”

    “Pft, are you kidding me? Have you seen Scarlett Johansson!?”

    Before Tom could reply I heard my phone go off. I reached into my bag to pull it out and felt my heart stop.


    He wasn’t supposed to be home this early.

    I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I looked at His name written on the screen.

    I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned my phone off before shoving it back in my bag.

    I felt Tom’s gaze on me. I looked up and gave him a weak smile, trying to get him to drop it.

    Luckily, he did.

    —3 months later—

    I laid on the couch, wrapped up in Tom’s arms. We started dating shortly after we met. I didn’t think I would be able to date anyone for while after what happened with Him but, Tom was different. I knew he was different because he cared.

    Unlike Him. I knew He was searching for me. I had been forced to ditch my phone and buy a new one to get Him to stop calling me and leaving hurtful voicemails.

    Now, 3 months later, the thoughts of Him felt like only a distant memory of a childhood nightmare.

    But that quickly changed.

    Tom and I were watching The Way Way Back when it happened.

    First there was the pounding on the door.

    “I’ll get it, love.” Tom sweetly whispered in my ear. He kissed the side of my face and got up from the couch.

    I instantly missed the feeling of his arms around me. I turned my attention back to the film, thinking it was just Harrison who forgot his key again.

    But then I heard it.

    I heard Tom’s angelic voice asking who they were but getting cut off by a punch to the jaw.

    And then His voice calling out my name.

    I sat up immediately and felt my self beginning to hyperventilate.

    But while I was breathing hard, it felt like there was no oxygen in my body at all.

    As His figure walked into the room, I felt myself black out from fear.

    I didn’t even feel Him pick me up by my hair and throw me into the glass coffee table.

    I didn’t even feel the blood begin to fall from my skin from where the glass had cut it open.

    I didn’t even hear Tom scream my name.

    I didn’t hear Tom tackling the guy.

    I didn’t hear Harrison come in and call the police.

    I didn’t hear the ambulance as they asked me questions.

    But I watched all of it.

    I could see everything.

    I could see Tom attacking Him.

    I could see Tom as he stood over me, crying.

    I could see his lips saying words like, “Please say something, love” or “Please don’t leave me” as tears slipped from his eyes.

    I woke up hours later. I looked around and saw Tom sitting to my right, holding my hand tightly as he cried into my side.

    “Tom?” I asked.

    His head whipped up and let out a sigh of relief when he saw me awake. He immediately began to pepper my face with kisses and held me tightly to him.

    “Thank god you’re okay. He’s gone, Y/N. They’ve locked Him up. You never have to worry about Him again. I have you and I will always protect you. I love you, Y/N. So much.”

    And those words, those few words, put every little broken piece in me back together.

    Fix You

    Author: @dylan-trash-tbh  

    Pairing: Stiles x Reader 

     Words: 1607

     A/N: This isn’t edited.. So there are probably a few mistakes. English still isn’t my first language. Thanks to my lovely Piggie for proofreading 💖🐷I love you! @golddaggers  

    Once you have dried your tears, please tell me what you think 💕

    Inspired by this song

    Part 2


    Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

     It’s been three weeks since we fought against the Nogitsune and saved Stiles, my boyfriend. Stiles was not the same anymore. After everything that had happened, he changed. You would think he would be happy that he was finally free, alive. Unfortunately now he was trapped in his own prison. He built huge walls around himself. Locking everyone out, including me.

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    anonymous asked:

    Who was your first bias in BTS? (I know you like Jimin now and I ship you both)

    It took me a long time to find who my first bias was…

    It was a dark and stormy night when I was watching ‘Save Me’ for the first time… When suddenly.. something red appeared on the screen

    *It was at this moment she knew she f*cked up*

    Yes. Taehyung was my first bias… Or so I thought.

    It’s been many months since that stormy night and everything was fine until I started to fall in love with Jimin’s personality

    I didn’t want to betray Tae…

    So…After a long search of why I was feeling what I was feeling

    I have come to the conclusion that I am a crazy motherf*cker.

    The end.

    anonymous asked:

    In Modern Glasgow, Jamie and Claire go see Joe about their troubles conceiving a child. Could we see a few moments that led up to that decision and how they supported each other since they both want children so badly?

    Modern Glasgow AU

    “Claire! There you are!”

    Claire Fraser looked up from her medical journal, perched at one corner of the crusty table in the ER’s dimly lit break room. “Dr. Abernathy?”

    The kindly American doctor allowed the door to creakily swing shut, wiping his sweaty forehead on the back of his scrubs sleeve. “It’s a madhouse out there. I know you’re on a break, but would you mind pitching in?”

    But Claire had already risen. “Of course – lead the way.”

    It was spring – the first truly nice evening since the previous autumn – and, seemingly, an occasion for people to do whatever they did that landed them in the emergency room. Claire was just finishing up her second year of medical school, and had been lucky to land an internship in the emergency room at one of Glasgow’s leading hospitals. Learning the art of triage.

    Dr. Joe Abernathy was on a long-term exchange from Boston – his specialty being OB/GYN – but on a night like tonight, everyone and anyone with advanced medical training seemed to be needed.

    “What have you done tonight? I thought it was your anniversary?”

    Joe quietly laughed and shook his head as they walked down the hall together – quickly darting around the nurses and orderlies. “Well it was – still is, I guess. But I somehow had a gut feeling that things would be crazy around here tonight – it’s the first full moon of the spring, after all. And it’s fun to be doing sutures and setting broken bones – God knows I haven’t done that for a while!”

    By now they’d reached the nexus of the ER – overflowing with half-drunk men bleeding from various places on their bodies, mothers clutching wailing children, and a smattering of elderly people.

    Nurse Murdina Bug – who reminded her so much of Mrs. Fitz – appeared at her elbow, clutching a stack of clipboards. Deftly she handed one to Claire and nudged her and Joe toward a small area to the side of the waiting room, where patients waited amid partitions separated by thin curtains.

    “Here ye are – I thought this woman would be perfect for ye, Claire. She’s seven months pregnant – complaining of cramps and bleeding. Dr. Abernathy – ye can lead, but I’d like Claire to observe?”

    “Of course,” he smiled at the red-cheeked nurse who always had a kind word and smile. “Lead on.”

    Claire glanced down at the chart, and Murdina pulled back the curtain, and then she and Joe met Amy Higgins.

    “Good evening, Mrs. Higgins – Mr. Higgins,” Joe greeted the nervous-looking couple. Amy sat up straight against the headboard of the bed, tracing the large curve of her belly – her husband stood right next to her, face ashen with worry.

    “Hello,” they said softly.

    “I’m Dr. Abernathy and this is Claire – she’s a second year medical student and one of the finest I’ve ever seen, if I may say so. You’ll be in good hands with us. Now tell me – what seems to be the problem?”

    Claire thanked God yet another time that she had found an internship so close to her and Jamie’s flat – just a fifteen minute walk and she could be home. And after pulling a double shift, full of blood and broken bones and screaming children and just a little bit of heartbreak – she wanted to enjoy the late afternoon sunshine, drink a restorative cup of tea, shower, and go to bed with Jamie – in that order.

    *Be home soon,* she texted him as she turned onto the main avenue about five minutes from home.

    *Waiting for u mnd,* he replied immediately, followed by ten heart emojis.

    How he always brought a smile to her face. A smile which he kissed with such sweetness when she finally strode through their front door, and he swept her into his arms, and time stood still.

    “Have you been drinking?” she whispered against his lips a bit later, after he had set her down on the edge of their kitchen table.

    “Aye,” he breathed, kissing the tip of her nose. “We got word a bit after noon – Scarlett went into labor this morning. The bairn came around two – so Rupert’s got three now, in less than three years. Can ye believe it?”

    And then a most profound feeling of fear and regret – and shame – surged through her heart.

    Of course Jamie felt the change in her. He reached down to take her clammy, trembling hands in his.

    Her pulse picked up – rapid breaths in and out. Vision blurring.

    “Claire?” he whispered. “*Mo graidh* - ye’re scaring me. Did something happen today?”

    “I’m having a panic attack,” she observed – voice absolutely detached. She closed her eyes as the room began to spin.

    Her senses sharpened – and she heard Jamie swallow.

    “Claire? Claire – what can I do?”

    Slowly she looked down at their joint hands – distractedly admiring how the J tattooed just inside her right thumb perfectly lined up with the C tattooed just inside his left thumb.

    “It’s what *I* can do – or, rather, *can’t* do,” she said, so quiet. Lost.

    Jamie gently cupped her flushed cheek with one of his hands, tilting her chin so that his eyes met hers. Waiting.

    “How come I can’t get pregnant, Jamie?”

    He physically reeled back. Shocked.

    “What?” he croaked. “What – what do ye mean? These things take time – ”

    “We’ve been married almost two years. We’ve *never* used protection. And I’m still not pregnant.”

    Now he stepped a bit closer – eyes still locked on hers. “Aye. So?”

    Tears welled.

    Where was this fear and pain and sorrow coming from?

    “We’ve made love a thousand times, Jamie – but never conceived. Statistically that’s – that’s terrible. Beyond terrible.”

    He pursed his lips, and swallowed. “What are ye saying?”

    “I’m saying that I don’t think I can get pregnant. If I haven’t already – I’m not going to.”

    Now his eyes narrowed – and color flared on his own cheeks.

    “How *dare* ye say that?” His voice rose – not in anger, but in emphasis. “Are ye giving up, then? Giving up on our dream of a family – of a house full of children?”

    “I’m surrounded by women who get pregnant as easily as sneezing – I treated a woman today who has been married for three years and is pregnant for the second time. Rupert and Scarlett met not too long before we did, and she’s been pregnant non-stop since they married.” She closed her eyes, chest heaving with feeling. “Why can’t that be me? How come I can’t do that?”

    Jamie leaned and wrapped his arms around her so tight. She buried her face in his shoulder, and all of a sudden let out a sob that shuddered through her entire body.

    “Sshh,” he soothed. “Sshh. My love – my heart. Let me comfort ye.”

    And she clung to him, mourning the life she didn’t have – and feared she would never have with him, this incredible man who deserved so much more than she felt she could give him.

    Sometime later he carried her to their bedroom and helped her shed her sweaty scrubs. They burrowed under their plaid quilt, naked, but not wanting to make love – just craving skin-on-skin intimacy. Oneness.

    “I want so, so badly to give you children,” she whispered after a while. “And I’m so afraid that I won’t be able to.”

    “We can always adopt,” he replied softly, thumb tracing the contour of her hip, dipping into the hollow of her navel. “There are so many needy children in this world – we could give one a proper home.”

    “Yes,” she breathed. “Of course. But – but it is selfish to say that I want a child that’s part you and part me? That I want our lovemaking to create a product of our love? That I want to grow and shelter a child inside me? That – that I want to make love when I’m pregnant? And – and that I want to feed you, so close to my heart?”

    His thumb skimmed up her side to swirl around one areola, watching in fascination as her nipple puckered.

    “Those arena selfish things,” he said after a while. “Lord knows I want to see you pregnant – show it to the world. Have a daughter that looks like ye, or a son that looks like me.”

    He shifted his hips a bit closer toward hers, tracing his hand down her side and then cupping her lovely round arse, anchoring her to him.

    “Are ye telling me ye’ve given up on that dream?”

    She jerked her hips against his, seeking friction.

    “I want you inside me,” she pleaded.

    He stilled her against him. “No, *mo nighean donn* - no. Not now. We need to talk about this.”

    She closed her eyes. He watched her – would keep watching her for as long as it took.

    “No – no. I haven’t given up. But I don’t think we can do it on our own.”

    He pressed his thumbnail into the sensitive flesh of her lower back. “All right – so what do we do?”

    “I’ll ask Joe. We should both meet with him – he’d give us an honest answer. And then we’ll know.”

    He leaned in for a long kiss. Full of strength, and promise.

    “I love you,” he breathed against her lips. “I will love you until the day I die. No matter if we have no bairns or adopt fifteen or you carry a few of our own. I have *you,* Claire. That’s the most important.

    “I so, so want a family with you,” she whispered. “I want what I didn’t have.”

    “So we shall make one together.” Gently he eased onto his back, letting her straddle him. “Full of so much love that we won’t know what to do with it all.”

    She leaned over to kiss him. “I love you, Jamie. I – it just keeps growing. I can’t believe how much I love you. How lucky I am to have you.”

    He nudged up a bit. “God blessed me with you – and God will bless us with children. He may just need a bit of help from your friend.”

    She reached down between them, stroked her thumb back and forth to prepare him, and took him inside. They both gasped. Yet she held still.

    “You astound me,” she whispered. “In everything. Always.”

    “It’s because I love you. How could it not be so?”

    Impatient, he rolled his hips. Helped her take power in that moment – so that she could take power in the days and weeks to come.

    And prayed that their firstborn would have her eyes.

    You Cause Me Pain Part 1

    Eric x reader

    Fandom: Divergent

    Summary: You feel the pain of your soulmate

    AN: So I actually wrote this is a notebook first, and it ended up being kinda long, so I’ve decided to make it into two parts. OKay, I hope you guys enjoy this and I’m sorry if it sucks.


    It had been a rough day for you. Initiation was piece of cake, and neither was having a soulmate. You felt bad for whoever they were, especially cause Peter got you pretty good. For the record, you did beat him, and he looked almost as bad as you did.

    Initiation was over for the day, and boy, were you relieved. Once you returned to the initiate bedroom, you immediately plopped down on your bed and fell asleep.


    He was in so much pain, not just from his soulmate, but because of who she actually was. (Y/N). He realized it once the fight between her and Peter had started.

    Peter had been the first to attack. (Y/N) had dodged his attempted punch to her stomach and got him good in the jaw. He felt like his knuckles were splitting and realized that (Y/N)’s just did. They were red and raw and Eric grew sick to his stomach.

    An initiate? His soulmate? Luckily for him, she had seemed to be one of the only ones who could actually stand him. Unluckily, if she found out, she may not stay that way. Eric then decided that that was what he was going to do. Not tell her and let her figure it out. (Y/N) was ex-Erudite, so it actually probably won’t take her too long, right?


    Wrong. It took 3 weeks after Eric’s realization for you to finally get it.

    Initiation was over and you and your friends were out celebrating. It was Christina’s idea of getting a Dauntless flame tattoo that led to the reveal. Eric was talking to Tori when you and Christina, the rest too wary to come inside the makeshift tattoo parlor, walked in. He was sitting on a table, his back towards you.

    “Where did you want it?” Tori asked, holding a glass plate with what looked like little spiders on it.

    “Right below the neck.” Eric replied pointing to the spot. Tori then told him to go to the back and that she would meet him when him when she ready.

    Eric got up from the table, turning to face you, in the process, you met eyes with him and saw his face contort in concern before whispering something to Tori. She nodded as he left to go to the back.

    “(Y/N).” Tori called, looking at you. Your eyes widened and you slowly stood as the tattoo artist beckoned you over. You looked at Christina who looked just as unsure as you did.

    Alas, you walked towards Tori. She offered you a kind smile to which you hesitantly returned. She led you to the back where Eric was waiting patiently, an attribute that clearly didn’t seem to fit him. He sat there rigid and trying to keep his hands busy. Tori left after giving you one last small smile leaving you with the mysterious tattooed and pierced man. He looked up at you and smiled. It was kind and sincere, but it made you suspicious.

    “Hi.” he said, calm and casual, causing an unwary knot to form in the pit of your stomach.

    “Hi.” you replied. You had tried for it to come out confident, but standing alone in a room with a Dauntless leader left you scared. You more of choked on the world, rather than actually saying it.

    “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable, but I have to show you something.”

    “You’re not going to kill me?” your voice laced with skepticism.

    Eric chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “Now why would I do that to my soulmate?”

    “I don’t know, maybe you don’t like her or some–” you look at him wide eyed, everything clicking in your head. He gives you his classic smirk while you shake your head. “No. No. No. No.”

    “Ah, but yes.” His smirk turns to a smile from watching you struggle with the idea of being his soulmate. He gets up from his seat and begins to walk in your direction. “I’m actually surprised that it took you so long to figure out. Aren’t you from Erudite?”

    You give him a pointed glare. “There’s a reason I left. And how can you be so sure that I am your soulmate?”


    | Stranger | Older! Chat Noir

    Adrien frowned, yet again.

    “Dude,” Nino raised an eyebrow, interrupting the blonde’s deep thought. “Are you planning on consuming that pencil whole?”

    Adrien paused red-handed at the question. He’d been chewing on the end of said mistreated pencil for unnaturally long and flushed red, lowering it from his lips.

    Nino chuckled. “What’s got you so twisted dude?”

    Adrien tilted his head and Nino followed his line of vision, pushing up his glasses.

    There you were.

    Not too far from them, close up against the wall and almost blending into it. Your head was down in a book as usual, fingers absentmindedly twisting the strands of your hair into a mess. All that was known about you was that you were a new foreign exchange student and that your name was Y/N. Besides that, it was like you had faded into the background without so much as a trace.

    Adrien found it…intriguing.

    As if feeling the stare on your person you glanced up. Your eyes met Adrien’s for a split second before you purposely glanced away, your lips tugging down.

    Nino whistled slowly, amused. “Well that was intentional.”

    Adrien groaned, leaning back into his chair and boring holes into the ceiling. “I know. She’s been acting that way around me since she got here, and I don’t know why. Anytime I even try and start up a conversation she bolts.”

    “Technically she’s like that around everyone; some chicks just can’t be fazed man,” Nino shrugged, patting his friend’s shoulder in a consoling motion. “Let it go.”

    Adrien furrowed his eyebrows. He wished it was that simple, as he’d been telling himself the same thing for the past two weeks. But no matter how he tried to push you out of his head you had taken up permanent residence there with a mortgage and everything. No, there had to be something he could do.

    In the middle of his contemplation someone passed by your desk, laughing at a pun they had shouted across the room. You visibly bit the inside of your cheek and giggled, before coughing into your hand.

    Adrien’s eyes widened. “She likes jokes.”

    “I guess,” Nino blinked, scratching the back of his neck. “So what? Are you gonna start cracking up like a clown to get her attention?”

    Adrien shoved him in the side and Nino retaliated with a contagious grin, ruffling his hair.

    No I’m not,” Adrien rolled his eyes. “And I can’t anyway, because, like you said, she is uncomfortable around everyone.”

    Light came to his jeweled eyes as he turned to look outside the window with a concealed smile.


    “But I do know someone who can.”

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