you are the one to blame

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by syeons

Genre: romance/fluff
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 12203 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.



“You tell me Y/N, do you want this?” he brushes his thumb over your cheek “Do you want to kiss me?”

Before you could ever give your response to him, reality hits the shameless boy like a train. What was he thinking when he asked you such a question? His sudden tendency to take your feelings for granted by working his moves on you, wasn’t how he ever wanted it to be. He was curious and quite greedy about having the chance to win your first kiss. Was it still like a competition for him? Was he toying with you or was he being serious?

Jungkook was your best friend and his intentions were never ill to begin with. You knew from day one, when he held your hand and decided to be your friend back then in kindergarten, that he was anything but harmful. You were well aware of the fact that he could be trusted, and all these years of friendship proved that he was a keeper. Maybe you could trust him? But what would it change? Only jungkook had the answers and decisions to take in this very moment, yet he suddenly stepped away from you

What am I doing, right now? Jungkook would suddenly ask himself as he eyed your lips up-close for the first time in his life

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yondadudonta  asked:


Their meeting was a little less meet-cute and a little more,,, meet-ugly sort of thing.

Mainly because they both read the situation very badly and ended up trying to kill one another. Completely accidentally, but.


And really, can you blame Tony? Their ship does crash-land in the middle of a crowded highway, and barely manages to avoid civilians. Then they pop out, and they’re armed to the teeth, looking pretty threatening and…well… alien.

People end up calling (what’s left of) the Avengers- which happens, at the time, to be Tony and Tony alone.

Except the Guardians crashed in Florida; when Tony got the call he was in New Orleans at a science convention, and the suit was still in New York.

But he went anyway. Suit or no suit, he had to try. He was the only line of defence now, after… everything.

So, armed with a sophisticated watch-gauntlet and a gun he always kept tucked in his jacket pocket, he takes the jet and leaves to try and stop them from potentially, y’know, annihilating the world or whatever.

Except things don’t really happen like that, in the end.

“Listen, what are the chances you’re gonna do as I say when I order you to drop your weapons and leave?” tony asks wearily, as he holds the gun at the biggest guy’s weirdly patterned face and the gauntlet at the woman holding the largest gun he’s ever seen in his life. He doesn’t even bat an eyelid toward the talking walking raccoon or… the tree…thing.

Just another day in the life, at this point.

Although it would be kinda embarrassing if he ends up getting murdered by the raccoon. What the damn hell would they put on his grave? Here lies Tony Stark- saved New York, but unable to protect himself from the dangers of the Mighty Raccoon?

As soon as he’d spoken, about 13 different weapons were pointed in his face. Which hardly made sense, considering there were five of them and they all only had two hands. But whatever.

“How’s about we ask you the same? Except more forcefully, considering we got all the guns,” the raccoon said.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Where the fuck would I go then, what with me being a human being who lives here? Just fling myself into the void of space? And yes, tempting as that might sound, I’ve been there done that. Not as appealing as I would have thought, to be honest.” 

The five stared at him in confusion for a moment, before what looked to be the only actual human stepped forward, head cocked. His eyes were bright and beard scruffy- Tony thought it suited him.

Tony also thought he should probably focus on the task at hand, and his ever-growing chances of imminent death, rather than how pretty his opponent was.

“You’re just a human, huh?” Hot Scruffy Man asked.

Tony raised an eyebrow, and then pointed the gun at him when he took another step. “What gave it away? The fact that I have the same composition and structure as every other human on the planet? The fact I look just like you, who is also a human?”

“Half human,”

“What was the other half, pure asshole?”

“Actually… kinda, yeah.” The Hot Scruffy Man paused, and then shrugged. “Daddy issues.”

Tony had a brief moment to wonder what the fuck he was doing before an involuntary snort of laughter had escaped out of him. “Yeah- rode that train before, buddy- still doesn’t explain why you’re on the planet I protect, waving your guns around at innocent people and causing millions of dollars worth in property damage.”

The team in front of him paused, and then the man looked back at the green lady, who just shrugged and put down her gun. “We were told there was an imminent threat to your planet. We were in the neighbourhood, so we thought we’d come save you.”

Tony stared at them, contemplating. “Where are your sources from?”

“The fine NovaCorps,” Massive Bulked Alien Dude spoke up.

Tony squinted, running a hand across his forehead. “Am I… supposed to know what that means?”

“Fancy space police,” Raccoon told him.

“You seen any apocalyptic aliens round here lately?” Hot scruffy Man asked him again, slightly confused now. 

Tony just sighed. “Nope. And if there were, I would handle them. You can go back…wherever you came from, guys, it’s fine, Earth is fine-“

“You? You’re gonna protect the Earth? With your fancy little handgun and hand-firey thing?” The Raccoon laughed, and Tony scowled.

Luckily, because he had been counting the seconds in his head since he’d called it, he knew he was about to do something really badass, and it wiped the scowl off his face, replacing it with a little smile as he stared at the stupid talking Raccoon. 

“No,” he said, shrugging as he heard the familiar whirring sound of metal moving at hundreds of miles an hour up ahead of him.

The aliens looked up, one of them pointing their gun at the source of noise, like it would do anything. But in the space of a few seconds, it had already reached its intended target, slowing down just enough to not vaporise his body and wrapping around him, every piece fitting in a way that made Tony want to give himself a round of applause.

“I’m gonna protect Earth with this,” he said, raising his two repulsors and loading them right in the Raccoon’s little face.

There was complete silence for a second, before Hot Scruffy Man made a noise that should really, for the sake of Tony’s sanity, be kept in the bedroom. “That was literally the coolest and most attractive thing I have ever seen ever. In my life.”

Tony couldn’t help himself; he smirked and cocked his head Hot scruffy Man. “Sweetie, I appreciate the sentiment, but you’re gonna have to keep it in your pants until we can sort this out.”

Green Lady sighed, and walked forward to smack Hot Scruffy Man around the back of the head. “You know what we talked about, Peter- no flirting with potential targets. It’s in bad form.”

“This guy certainly hasn’t got a bad form,” Hot Scruffy Man- Peter- nodded over to Tony and smirked.

Green Lady sighed, and then turned to Tony. “Listen. You want to protect your planet. We want to protect your planet. How about rather than pointing our weapons at one another, we try and… you know, do what we set out to do?”

Instantly, the smile slide off Tony’s face, not that any of them could tell behind the faceplate. “I work alone. Sorry. You’re gonna have to l-“

And that was when the world sort of exploded around them.

Without even thinking about it, Tony shot forward and wrapped his arms around the two closest to him- the Green Lady and Peter- rolling them to the ground and hoping that the rest of his team, especially the more flammable ones, were okay. Green Lady yelled at the sudden-ness of his approach, but Peter just sighed. “Here we go,” he muttered into Tony’s shoulder.

Tony was inclined to agree, there.

Half-way through the battle, Peter AKA Starlord AKA Galaxy’s Number One Asshole asked him out.

Tony looked at him for a good four seconds before he got tackled to the ground by… (Dracula? Dracker? He was having to learn the names on the go, and his mind was currently on other, more explosion-based things) the Massive Bulked Alien Dude.

“THAT IS VERY UNPROFFESSIONAL, PETER!” He yelled, before looking down at Tony. “Are you well? I thought you may have been hit with a paralytic beam of some sort.”

Tony nodded, and then sat up. “No paralytic. Just your team-mate.”

Massive Bulked Alien Dude nodded wisely. “He does tend to have that affect on people.”

“What? Endangering their goddamn lives on the field?”

Massive Bulked Alien Dude paused, and then shrugged as he rolled off Tony. “I was going to say rendering people speechless with his idiocy, but that too.”

“Hey, that’s not fair, I’m actually clever, Tony, I promise! Boyfriend material, right here!” Peter yelled across the battlefield, looking over to them and grinning as he shot an alien in the back of the head without even looking.

“You’re a god damn alien!” tony yelled back exasperatedly, trying to keep the smile off his face as he jumped high into the air and then landed on an unfortunate opponent.

“Yeah- think of all the new tricks I must know, then,” Peter countered, winking as he dived behind a car and then threw what must have been a fancy bomb over the bonnet.

Tony’s mind briefly short-circuited at that (Holy mother of God) astute observation- but he quickly regrouped and fired a repulsor at an alien attempting to sneak up behind Rocket. “I’m gonna need a few examples before I agree to anything, sweetie,” he replied.

Peter laughed and opened his mouth, but then the Tree hit him over the head. “Ow!” he complained, looking betrayed.

“I have enough issues dealing with one distracted team-member whilst in the middle of a battle, I will not be dealing with two! Cut the flirting out!” Gamora yelled, as Tony watched her utterly destroy two different aliens at once.

“She thinks we should be ‘professionals’ and ‘focus on the mission’ when we’re in battle,” Peter said grumpily, wiping a cut across his face and then shrugging. “I respectfully disagree.”

Tony had to cut the conversation short again in order to swoop up and laser his way into the main hull of the ship that loomed barely even twenty meters over the battlefield, but he still had the team in the comm that FRIDAY had patched him into. “So what about Monday? You sticking around until then?” He asked.

Rocket swore at them down the line, but Peter just laughed. “For you, baby, of course I am.”

“Good. I’ve got a meeting with… let’s call him an ex. Be nice to have an excuse to blow him off.”

Peter whistled, “Oooh, want me to sweep you off your feet and declare battle with him for hurting you? I’m always up for it.”

“Much as I would like to see that, he’s kind of peak physical perfection. Plus I’d rather just make out with you,” Tony admitted.

“That’s fair. I want to make out with me too.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yep- welcome to the Guardians- we’re all assholes here. You’ll fit right in,” Peter told him.

“I am GROOT!” Came a rumbling voice that Tony could hear even off the comms, and he looked down in time to watch the tree grab Peter around the wait and haul him, flinging him up in to the sky with a yell.

It was a perfect throw, to be fair to Groot. Peter’s momentum cut out just as he was level with Tony, who grabbed his shoulders and lifted his faceplate, just for a second, in time for Peter to plant one on his mouth with a grin and a raised eyebrow, before he began falling again, right into Groot’s waiting arms.

Through the comm, Gamora just sighed. “Idiots. All of you.”

anonymous asked:

Has it ever occurred to you that in the English language, the same verb is used for bringing a pizza to someone's house and giving birth? Of course, in times of yore women had to deliver (i.e. produce heirs), and I know, of course, that you can't change the world, but what's your opinion about the terminology and if it's possible to change it? Is it reasonable today to equate a woman in labour with a pizza boy? (This is no shame-and-blame, just asking for an opinion)

You know, I’ve been thinking about this ask for months. It’s one  I saw but never got around to answering. And I think you’re looking at a narrower view of the word Delivery. 

You deliver a pizza. You deliver a baby. 

But you also deliver your family from evil. You deliver the hostages safely from the compound. You usher safely these precious things, and a child is nothing if not precious. 

Deliverance is defined as “the act of being rescued or set free,” and we can certainly see being birthed as being rescued from a life trapped inside the womb! 

It’s also… it’s not mom who delivers the baby. The mom (or trans dad, or nb dfab human) gives birth. It’s the midwife, or nurse, or paramedic, or truck driver, who delivers the baby – who sees its passage is safe, just as the driver of the car delivers your pizza safely to your door, and I deliver patients safely to the hospital. 

So no, I don’t see a problem with delivering a baby. If you’ve ever seen it done, if you’ve ever been handed a newborn, you want nothing more than to usher it safely through life. 

The tiny, tiny shoe fits, and so I think, linguistically, we should wear it .

What do you guys think? 

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

Temporary Blindness

It saddens me to have to be the one to tell you, but despite your vain protestations to the contrary, this day is sheer unadulterated perfection.  In this very moment is eternity found.  Everything, I repeat, everything, is exactly as and where it should be.  Please don’t waste another precious second blaming the universe, circumstance, others, or even yourself simply because you cannot yet comprehend this truth. Relax my friend, yours is but a case of temporary blindness.  Please be gentle with yourself.  When time and conditions are favorable, your heart will be opened and your eyes will see.   

Why worry about anything that is only temporary, and everything here is temporary.
- Buddha

anonymous asked:

I know this whole thing makes Sana feel horrible,but also Elias? He told Sana that yousef is a good guy,he's one of the kindest guy he knows,he basically encouraged Sana to go for it and now Sana's heart is broken. Imagine how much he blames and maybe even hates himself for telling Sana all of that


Like you have Elias- who has proven himself to adore his baby sister and protect her when she needs protecting. And like he vouched for Yousef. He didn’t get angry or anything like that when Sana lowkey expressed her interest, he was like “yeah, Sana, Yousef is a good guy. He’d treat you right.” how many guys do you think Elias would have thought worthy of Sana? Probably zero. Elias encouraged Sana to look at Yousef despite her beliefs.

And now this? Yousef unknowingly completely destroying Elias’s credibility? Elias putting faith in his best friend and just— he was wrong. And I’m not saying that Yousef is a bad guy because I don’t believe in bad characters (except for Sara and Vilde isn’t doing so hot in my eyes either, but story for another day…) BUT ELIAS HIMSELF VOUCHED FOR YOUSEF.

How shitty do you think he feels? ON TOP of clearly hurting Sana when he hit Isak- which he already feels lie shit about. He was wrong and it hurt Sana and I don’t see how Elias could brush this aside. But we will see how it goes.

anonymous asked:

Aren't you afraid that Wolfgang will push Kala away because what happened on season finale? He will probably feel guilty and he always worries about safety for the ones he loves. It's been a long time and I can't deal with these two being apart anymore!

I’m terrified and yet somehow excited to see how Wolfgang and Kala’s relationship is going to unfold in season 3 when they meet in real life. Because yes, I think – I’m sure all of us think – Wolfgang will definitely push her away for what happened on season finale. We’ve seen him blaming himself when Felix got shot by Steiner. So it’s almost inevitable that he’s going go blame himself a lot. Kalagang’s relationship has never been ‘smooth’. They’ve always had some kind of obstacles, but at the same time, those obstacles made their bond stronger and deeper. Thus, he will push Kala away at first(when they meet IRL) and…there may be other obstacles, but in the end…their relationship will grow much stronger. They will find a way to be together :)

(And I also think the writers secretly enjoy angst of Kalagang’s relationship. Cruel writers lol)

anonymous asked:

I think because camila was the first one who did solo project which succeeded and afterwards she left as well. Let's not blame girls for feeling insecure about the fate of the group. Now as she's gone. And group is rumoured to be broken up after 5h3. There is no harm in being supportive of each other for solo stuff. Idk why some ppl are comparing this time to the time when camila did solo? I think the dynamics changed after camila's departure? And I can't recall girls saying bad stuff either?

Of course there’s no harm, it’s good, and like you said, the dynamic has completely changed, because Camila, being first leaving, was the one who took all the shit for her solo projects, so now it’s easy peasy for the other girls, plus they obviously need to show an united front as a 4 piece. And the girls never said anything bad when Camila was doing her solo collabs, but they didn’t show even 10% of the support that they’re showing now for Mani and Lauren - I guess that’s what’s bothering people the most - even though none of this is directly the girls fault, management is behind all of it, all the time.

anonymous asked:

I know the ships mostly ride on fan service, but why is ji/kook so accused or it? like most of the other ships are pretty fanservicey too. Tae/kook and Yoon/min probably know that they're popular, so they do a lot of it too, since it caters to a bit crowd. I'd that v/min is one of the ships that don't really do fanservice along with namjin. What do you think???

I mean, it’s most likely because jikook is just THAT real. Because a lot of the moments that jikook shippers find the cutest are ones that literally can’t be fan service because they happen subtlety or in the background of the video. It’s small moments like eye contact or a small touch on the shoulder. Fan service is more like when jin kissed namjoon on the cheek, or when taehyung and hoseok had to act out that sit up/kiss scene. Jikook has that (21cg choreo) but a lot less than other ships. So idk why people always blame jikook moments on fan service. like they’re friends???? they like being around each other ??? you don’t have to ship them, but they are definitely not all fan service.

summary: i have no idea why other than those immature fans being jealous of how real jikook is 😊😊😊

If you want to avoid negativity, please keep scrolling.

I woke up and saw this on my inbox today

I don’t want to reveal who sent it, so I’m putting this on anonymous. Even though I want this blog to stay as much positive as possible, I still want to respond to this:

Excuse me? why should I say sorry?

I don’t know what you were thinking when you submitted this to my askbox, blaming me as the one who should apologize over this. Though you were probably thinking about this ask that I answered some days ago. Probably you totally ignored the fact that Jakei reacted to a video, which was deleted because of the people flooding her with rude comments when they saw her. In my opinion, Jakei is beautiful and completely adorable. The people who made those comments must be blind or jealous.

Whether this is a joke or not, this is a really mean thing to do, and I shouldn’t be taking any blame for what happened because I’m completely sure that I’m not the one who caused this. I have no idea what you wanted to achieve with this, but please don’t do it again, and think before doing this kind of stuff.

Help me please

Hey!! I need your help! I really, really need a normal decent laptop, because the Windows surface tablet I am currently using is the worst shit ever. Skype, Steam, everything that isn’t from the Windows Store or made for the surface’s Windows modification isn’t supported and doesn’t run, even installing anything besides this windows 10 modification is nearly impossible without major hacking skills. I cannot even install anything besides Internet Explorer, and the tablet overall runs terribly slow, since most websites don’t support IE anymore. I don’t blame it on the Surface, since it’s made for office working wherever you are and not for game development and blogging, which is why it’s cut short on all “unnecessary” things so that it has a stronger battery

I don’t know too much about technology and I have even less money. My future laptop should:

-Have more than one USB port (lol every Laptop has that. Except mine, which isn’t a laptop)

-Have a CD slot where you can insert actual real life CDs without additional hardware ((sobs softly) I this even possible ,,, oh I forgot most people can do this)

-Run with a newer version of Windows but,,,,the normal, tolerant and accepting windows (starts crying),

-Not be too small, like, I don’t need a huge ass screen but it shouldn’t be less than 40cm/15” (Is that even a normal laptop size?? You know, average laptop size, you know)

-Have enough RAM to properly run Tumblr

-Have a real, physical keyboard that you can press and not some shitty onscreen touch whatever yeah, NO TOUCH OPERATIO WHATSOEVER PLEASE

-(sobs) Does the MS office package come with windows?? I don’t know anymore (sobs harder) but I definitely need the MS office package I can’t survive without PP and WRD because I need them for school to

-not cost over 400€ (€ not $) and be available over amazon with shipping to Germany lol. I don’t know if that’s even possible. Even 300€ will take me a shit ton of time to pay off but well. Better would actually be laptops up to 300€ but I don’t wanna be picky. (still sobbing softly)


Thank you a lot!

of course the tumblr left has found that post about Cory Booker and is busy crowing about how *liberals* and *Hillary Stans* are so shocked because we’ve always been in denial about him while they knew better, conveniently ignoring that the OP is also one of us terrible (neo)liberal Hillary stans. 

I mean, I think almost anyone paying attention knew that Booker had issues, to say the least, but we were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s done good things as well. Only people who have very little idea of his record are actually *shocked* by this. I’m willing to guess there are plenty of leftists who have no idea of his record either, they just read the tumblr posts that said he’s a pharma shill because he didn’t vote for Bernie’s bogus amendment.

That’s the thing about not having absolutist political opinions. You can change your mind about supporting someone if they prove that they’re not worth it. I mean if you assume 99% of politicians are neoliberal warhawks I guess you don’t need to make any distinctions, but for the rest of us it’s a useful tool. 

mobicon things™
  • the deadpool in a wedding dress
  • when people ask to take pics w me/compliment my cosplay?? golden moment.
  • the chair that makes it look like yr in deadpool’s lap
  • everyone is so nice and good??
  • “no one wants to take a picture until I put the mask on”
  • "dOES JUMIN HAN IS GAY” — collective “yessss”
  • the hitachiin twins?? they said I was cute and gave me hugs?? like hello yes I am soft and I LOVE HUGS
  • best iron man I’ve ever seen
  • "my strap fell off and I’m not fixing it again. I’ll just blame it on strex. it’s all strexcorp’s fault.”
  • that guy blasting music out his backpack
  • the game “honey I love you” except that girl did NOT love tamaki
  • pointing off all the gems even tho I have seen not even one (1) single SU ep
  • "five exclamation points is not a dare” “that’s the point
  • a suspicious lack of voltron cosplays
  • roaring back and forth with some of the furries
  • another book from the author i liked who was there last year
  • happy feels now bc wowie this was a good time
Do not be unjust and hypocritical with Historia Reiss

This thought is a small criticism for a small part of the Yumihisu fandom that is a bit annoyed by the “death” of Ymir and for some mysterious reason blamed Historia … but before that we must think things as they really are.

(This is my thinking when some members of the fandom tell me that Historia is an ungrateful and only brought suffering to Ymir)

Ymir is no saint in spite of everything.

Personally I’ve always thought that Historia is the one who wanted Ymir more …on the contrary, in fact, when you see her story and narrative in detail, Historia is the one who feels more between the two.

Ymir sees her as the one who loves her the most just because she meets the stereotypes, that is, she was the first to propose marriage and it is who does not like men as Reiner faces, that is precisely why most see Ymir, as the one who puts more into the relationship because she is the one who has declared herself gay and the one who proposed marriage to Historia besides proving jealousy, but when you look closely,

it is Historia who suffered the most, who else felt, Who most loved.(Another reason I appreciate her and she is my favorite female character)

Who was “hung” from the other as Mikasa saw it? Historia.

Who was desperate to see the other when they just separated? Historia… (Because Ymir what I had is guilt and shame for betraying her)

Who suffered because of the broken promise? Historia

Who was willing to abandon all humanity to be with the other?… Historia.

Who had a radical change in their personality after separation? Historia.

Who was motivated thanks to the memories of the other? Historia

Who of the 2 cried for the other? Historia. 

Who in spite of how hurt the words of Ymir and that she was practically saying to her in those words that she did not care to him and still it wanted to be to its side?   

Now, who left when he had the opportunity to stay with the other, when the other was even willing to accompany her? Ymir.

Who preferred to die rather than face the other in the face? Ymir.

Who did not even express what he felt in his letter and only destroyed the few hopes he had to be with the other? Ymir.

Who is the one who has not taken advantage of the “last” opportunity to say goodbye to his beloved? … Ymir.

Historia I love her…. Although I admire her and that Ymir is my second favorite character and I know she suffered too much … this time Ymir was a coward who fled from his actions for fear of facing the girl she loved whom I betray, because she does not think himself worthy To see her After that betrayal

Historia tried to save her with all her might, Historia wanted to save Ymir from herself … (Even though I think Ymir is not dead yet), if for some reason Ymir died, It was not his beloved Historia fault. It was not Reiner fault, it was all Ymir fault.

I just think that they should not judge one of the parts of the relationship unjustly when it was she who suffered most of all this…..I hope you liked this short review.

Thank you for reading.

yfip:  @softbeargrantaire

  • too cute???
  • blames my poor eyesight when I tell her that,,,r u d e
  • obsessed with goats and dimples
  • sometimes sends me ‘shitty’ cosplay pics which are actually amazing??
  • laughed like an hour about a strange German scent studies professor with me
  • one of the sweetest people ever
  • gets sunburned super quickly h o w
  • keeps talking to me in english you don’t just get to call only me out on this nicole you’re doing it too
To her:
You truly are the one who got away, more so me pushing you to your breaking point. I can’t blame you. I can’t blame anyone but myself. I never treated you right so you went looking for someone who would and god do I hope she treats you right. I hate that I can’t be the one to give you the world because you really deserve it. I had my chance.. Multiple chances actually. But I was too selfish and self absorbed to realize what was sitting right in front of me. I must say, if I could restart and go back to the beginning, I would do it right.. treat you like the queen you are. I’m gonna miss you. I’m gonna miss the way you used to look at me. The way your eyes lightened when the sun hit it just right. I swear your eyes were magic. So big, so brown, so beautiful. But I guess this is my goodbye. Goodbye to you, my love. My one true love. The one… who got away.
—  one broken soul


Gifs not mine.

i-had-a-halo-once said:  Can you do one where the reader was Mary’s best friend, and they had been inseparable (she was Rosie’s godmother/aunt) since the day they met (and she met Sherlock and John the same time Mary did and was with Mary throughout it all)? And when Mary dies, the reader blames Sherlock and John for everything and wants nothing to do with them anymore (she won’t answer their calls, when they come around she sends people to tell them to go away, etc), and she’s slowly spiraling in to self-loathing for not being able to save Mary, and becoming more and more rash and reckless, and she’s constantly getting worse, and so when John and Sherlock discover Mary’s video, it’s Mary telling them to save the reader (not John), otherwise the reader will get herself killed? Fluffy ending please! (Sorry if this is too detailed XD)

A/N: It’s okay. I’m so sorry this has taken so long! I’ve been too busy to have time to write so here it is!

PS: I had to throw a Newt Scamander quote in there.

Warnings: attempted suicide.

Save Y/N Y/LN.

That was what Mary said on the video. But saving you was a problem; you were long gone. In fact, you left when she did. You first met Mary when John introduced you. At first, you were sceptical of the woman but eventually you grew to love her and became very close friends. You became Rosie’s godmother and found it in your heart to forgive her when she lied about who she was. Then she passed…


You couldn’t forgive Sherlock or John, despite it not being their fault. You didn’t sleep or eat and your grief was driving you insane. It took John a while to forgive Sherlock but eventually he did. Molly and Mrs Hudson had come to see you but you rarely spoke when they did. The only thing you did tell them was to tell Sherlock and John to stay away. This hurt the two as they didn’t want to tell the detective and doctor to stay away.



However, the person you blamed the most was yourself. Your self-loathing over powered your hatred for John and Sherlock. You began to hate your very existence. You became more reckless and troublesome. You rarely went out but when you did, you were not cautious whatsoever. You refused to look both ways when crossing the street, nor did you cross at pedestrian crossings. Surprisingly, you hadn’t been knocked down. You did, however, get in a fight with a couple of chavs outside a pub when you decided to drown your sorrows one night.



News had travelled quickly to the Baker Street Boys after Molly had visited you only to reveal that you’d gone missing. There was a note stating your purpose of your departure. The writing was in an untidy scrawl. It read:

To whoever reads this,

I can’t take it anymore.

~ Y/N

John, Molly, Sherlock, and Mrs Hudson had split up across the vast city of London to find you. Sherlock had set the homeless network on the case to track you down. He’d even asked for Mycroft’s assistance and he never did that. He was taking the matter very seriously and it was personal.



Coincidently, they’d been watching Mary’s video shortly before Molly burst through the door bearing bad news. Mary had also stated that Sherlock and John should go to Hell so you’d come to them. However, the only Hell they were going through was what you were putting on them. Besides, John himself was still in a mess. His wife had died after all.



They’d all, with the exception of Sherlock, gone to search places that you were most likely to go but they were all deserted. Sherlock had gone to the more remote places that he’d known you’d been to before only once. He knew you. He knew you’d go somewhere that you wouldn’t be expected to go. He also knew you’d use a gun as he knew you’d want something quick and something that you couldn’t regret halfway through, like an overdose where you could question what you’d done after you’d swallowed the pills. He could find you and he knew he would eventually but was only the case of whether you’d pulled the trigger…



He found you on the banks of the Thames. It was in the cover of darkness so no one saw you. Sherlock found you purely by accident. He was walking down the Thames when he heard crying from below. He ran down the stairs to find you. You clutched the gun in your trembling hands as tears streamed down your face. It was the first time you cried and let it all out. It was the only time you had been truly afraid.

“Get away from me!” You screamed at Sherlock as he approached you.

“Y/N, please,” The man replied.

“No! It’s your fault she’s dead! It should’ve been you when the shot was fired! John should’ve protected her!” You fell to your knees and dropped the gun. “I should’ve protected her. I should’ve…”

“No.” Sherlock ran and kneeled beside you. “It’s my fault and I will take that to my grave. However, we must move on. Dwelling on our actions hurts us more than the cause itself. My philosophy is, that if you worry, you suffer twice.”

“But I can’t stop dwelling! I wish I was you, Sherlock. You can just delete anything from your mind whenever you choose.”

“Not certain things.”

“Yes but…” You couldn’t finish. You just felt exhausted. Tired of life and just everything.

“Y/N, you can’t let this weigh heavily upon your mind. Forgetting is not an option. That is impossible. Mary wouldn’t want you to be hurt so much.”

You nodded. “But I cant live like this.”

He sighed. “I can’t force you to continue. Please consider what I’ve said and know that we will all miss you if life without Mary isn’t enough, then it will be less bearable with you gone.” He kissed you on the forehead before leaving.



You sat for around an hour contemplating. However, you thought of everyone else and knew that it wasn’t fair on them, like Sherlock said. You went to pick up the gun you had discarded but it was already gone. You smiled slightly in the fact that someone cared for you.



You opened the door of 221B. You were drenched as it had started raining on the way home. Mrs Hudson was downstairs but you did not want to disturb her. The warmth of the flat greeted you. Sherlock was playing the violin whereas John was sat on his laptop. They turned to look at you when you walked in. John approached you.

“I forgive you,” You wept. “I’m sorry.”

John wrapped his arms around your waist. “Shh,” He whispered. “It’s okay.”

Sherlock watched. It was harrowing to see you in this way but he was glad you came back. With him, John, and the rest of the crew, you would get better. They’d make sure of it.


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taakemehoome  asked:

Wait I actually find Kendra really annoying to but I don't know why she just bothers me

I’m glad it’s not just me!  I think for me it was that my introduction to her was her flirting and giggling and distracting Joe when he was supposed to be diligently working hard :P  I know one moment doesn’t mean anything but when the first thing you see is someone encouraging someone to act childish and make more work for others by being distracted, it leaves a bad taste, at least to me.  (I know I should also be annoyed with Joe for that and believe me I am :P )

But I can’t blame her for the proposal since it sounds like he totally surprised her with it.  I’m guessing Joy didn’t really mind tremendously since she seems to not be into being the center of attention at all times (and one thing I do admire her for is that she seems to be a very selfless person; I guess we’ll see how true that is come this season when we see her wedding prep), but at the same time it’s really just in terrible taste.  Hopefully it’ll come to light that he asked Joy and made her keep it a secret ahead of time, rather than blindsiding her.  Even then, though, it’s really, really tacky.  I guess it’s silly of me to expect manners from the Duggars at this point, and it’s not as bad as pranking your brother during the wedding ceremony, but…idk, for all the talk about how the sibs are “best friends,” many of them treat each other with very little respect.  I can’t imagine trying to upstage or make fools of my best friends on their wedding day.