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Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator Sentence Starters

  • “Betrayed by my own butt yet again.”
  • “Can you explain memes to me?”
  • “Contrary to popular belief, penguins are… birds.”
  • “Did you think I was gonna stab you just now?”
  • “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. I swear to god if you cry again.”
  • “Don’t write checks your dick can’t cash.”
  • “Here’s to bad decisions and relaxed moral values.”
  • “How’s the…… jeeeeeeeeeesus?”
  • “I am a happy little cheese monster.”
  • “I am spinning a web of lies that I fear will one day consume me.”
  • “I don’t want your stupid fruit leather.”
  • “I have to get a solid two to three hours of brooding in per day. Filling quotas.”
  • “It’s called ‘string cheese’ and not ‘chompy cheese’ for a reason.”
  • “I’ll probably end up standing uncomfortably in the corner with a plate of food and hope that nobody talks to me.”
  • “I’m so many levels of irony deep I’ve forgotten what humour is.”
  • “I’m suddenly struck with the overwhelming need to crawl back into bed.”
  • “Mothman is bullshit.”
  • “My ultimate sexual fantasy is sleeping in on a Saturday.”
  • “OH SHIT THAT’S A KNIFE.”
  • “See you in class… bitch.”
  • “Sharks are tight.”
  • “So, you ever kill a man?”
  • “Stop being so desperate to please your hot friend.”
  • “That… that is a good butt.”
  • “The key to being cool is acting like you don’t care about anything but actually care very deeply about everything to the point where it’s debilitating.”
  • “This ice cream cake is my new boyfriend.”
  • “This is where I come to masturbate.”
  • “Wait, I’m a wreck.”
  • “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.”
  • “You can never be too careful. See that baby in that stroller over there? Government operative.”
  • “Your face… is… good.”
  • “Your unending thirst will be your ultimate downfall.”
There is two types of anger. There is an anger when you can’t see because your eyes are blurry from the tears you can’t stop crying. When your laying on the bathroom floor shaking hopelessly. Then there is the kind where you face is stone cold, you have nothing; no way you can express yourself. You voice gets sharp and you feel nothing. The difference between these two seems to be that you care too much, or you’re completely done. I honestly don’t know which is worse, but I can tell you that once you feel either of these over something; you shouldn’t feel it over that same thing again. A mistake happens once, if it is done again it is a choice. Remember that.
—  knm-11 
Darkiplier and Antisepticeye

Ok first of all, holy mother of fucks, @markiplier ‘s valentine’s day video was absolutely the best thing ever! (along with @therealjacksepticeye ‘s halloween video).

if you haven’t watch Mark’s video, I suggest you you go now before reading this post (if you actually even read it xD) because it might contain spoilers.

Ok so we now have physical proof of Darkiplier’s existence, just like Anti’s. I love how they both act alike with the glitches and all, but they’re still so different from each other. from what I saw with Jack and Anti, it seems like Anti fights Jack for control of the physical body. Anti was restless, he’d do anything and everything to take full control of Jack’s body, including killing Jack which is kinda what he did in the halloween video when he cut his throat. He just wanted freedom, and he has no problem in blaming us (the fans) for his actions towards Jack (“you all said my name”, “YOU” “its all your fault” “you all made this happen” “you could’ve stopped me… but you just watched as this happened” “now he’s gone forever”). He knows exactly what to say to make us feel guilty. that sounds an awful lot like a sociopath. I might be wrong but I just did some research (I wouldn’t be writing this without doing my homework ahah) and some of the traits are:

  • Repeated violations of the law
  • Pervasive lying and deception
  • Physical aggressiveness
  • Reckless disregard for safety of self or others
  • Consistent irresponsibility in work and family environments
  • Lack of remorse

you can see most of these behaviors in Anti. Antisepticeye is a sociopath.


now Darkiplier on the other hand…


from what I saw in mark’s valentine’s day video, Dark looked like he had more self control. he seemed awfully calm. he wasn’t trying to fight Mark for a chance of controling the body. he was waiting for Mark to actually let him in (”I’ve been waiting patiently” “he promised he would let me in again”) and this makes me think… Dark is strong enough to take over Mark’s body without actually attacking Mark the way Anti did with Jack. and Mark knows it. so he made a deal. he would let Dark get in from time to time, if he promised not to hurt anyone. obviously Dark wouldn’t keep that promise like we see in the 14 million subs video for example. now lets take a look at some of the psychopath traits:

  • Lack of guilt/remorse
  • Lack of empathy
  • Lack of deep emotional attachments
  • Narcissism
  • Superficial charm
  • Dishonesty
  • Manipulativeness
  • Reckless risk-taking

I don’t know about you but these scream Darkiplier to me. you can see how emotionally detached he is from us. he just wants to toy with our emotions. this is all but a game to him. and he doesn’t care about the consequences (”take your pick. anything of four different choices”, “and lets see how far down this rabbit hole really goes” “so take your pick. show me what you got”, “and maybe we’ll have a good date after all”). he gives us a sense of security and happiness(?) (”if dinner is what you want, then I can provide”, “and I can take you to wherever you’d like to go”), only to be crushed by a statement that makes us fear for our own life (”I can specially take you to places where you DON’T want to go”), leaving us on the edge. he makes us think he actually cares about us (”I’ve been waiting a long time to get some personal space between us”), when he actually just wants to hurt us (”THERE’S NOTHING YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME”, “youre never, ever going to escape me”).

and if you notice, after you’ve chosen who to kill, you’ll see that if you choose the left option, Mark looks so worried and empathetic over us, trying to reassure us… after all we just killed someone and he’s worried about us (compared to the Mark we’re left with, if you choose the right option). at the end, it turns out we killed the wrong Mark, and we’re left with Dark in front of us. for a second we believed we killed the right Mark, seeing how calm and not evil M(D)ark was acting towards us. that is manipulation. Dark made us believe we were safe now, that we made the right choice, only to crush that sense of safeness right when we were starting to get confortable and at peace (”oops… looks like you made the wrong choice”, “but now we’re going to be together…. forever”)

I strongly believe Darkiplier is a psychopath and Antisepticeye is a sociopath. they both act differently towards Jack and Mark and their fans, but at the same time, in a very similar way. I believe the reason Anti is so glitchy and Dark is so “HD quality” (xD) is because Anti forced his way into Jack and obviously thats gonna leave some damage, while Dark waited (im)patiently for his turn to take over the body.


I just want to congratulate @therealjacksepticeye and @markiplier for portraying these characters, made up by the fans, so unbelievably well, and thank them for taking their time to make something, created by the community, come true like this. you guys are amazing.


this is just my theory, if you disagree or have something to say, I’d be more than happy to hear your theories, but don’t be rude or anything.

also, if you read this giant post till the end, thank you so much for taking your time to do so :) sorry if this was a bit confusing xD 

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edit: if you want a bit more input on their disorders, take a look at this post

please, I would love to hear your opinions on it

sad boy + justin foley

plot : after his mum’s new boyfriend kicks him out, Justin only has one thing to do

word count : 1403

notes : for two people who wanted Justin Foley but I forgot their accounts so I’m sorry for not tagging

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Running out of his house, bag slung over his shoulder, Justin wiped his wet eyes on the sleeve of his varsity jacket, only for the tears to be replaced with new ones. He didn’t stop until he couldn’t run anymore, legs aching, throat burning. He had no idea where he was, he couldn’t tell with his blurry vision. It was almost nightfall, not a person In sight. He fell to his knees, bag dropping with a loud thump, as a quiet sob passed his lips.

There was one thing Justin could think of doing. One person he wanted to talk to now, he needed to talk to right now. He reached into his pocket, hands trembling as he did so, retrieving his phone. He somehow found your contact, a picture of your beaming face on his screen, the image alone calming him down the tiniest bit. He shakily pressed the dial button, holding his breath while waiting for you to pick up. Begging you to answer.

One ring. Two ring.

More tears gathered in his eyes.

Three ring.

You were probably busy. You didn’t need him as a burden.

Four ring.

More and more tears fell as another sob racked his body.

“Hey”

The world stopped. Justin’s voice was caught in his throat, no words forming.

“Justin? You there?”

He couldn’t help the cry he let out of his mouth.

“Justin?! Are you okay?”

The sound of your panicked voice, filled Justin’s heart. You cared, you were the only one who cared.

“Y-Y/N”

It was only a whisper, something you shouldn’t have caught but you did.

“Justin? What happened? What’s wrong? What did they do?”

“I- I can’t. I-”

The words wouldn’t come out, as much as Justin tried.

“Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up” you stated.

Justin heard the jingling of keys through the phone.

“I- I don’t know. There’s houses and- and a-” he stuttered, trying to speak through the suffocation he was feeling.

“Justin. Stop. Breathe in. Breathe out. Now tell me, can you see a street sign anywhere?”

He did as you instructed, following your smooth, familiar voice.

“Risely Avenue” he said after a while.

“Stay where you are, I’m coming. And Justin?”

He blinked back more tears as he listened to you talk.

“Yeah?”

“Everything will be okay”

It was a mere 10 minutes before your familiar car drove up the street, headlights illuminating the otherwise dark road. Justin looked at the ground as he stood, ashamed to look at you in his current state. He heard the click of the car door opening, followed the by the clicking of your shoes on the gravel road. He managed to look up, eyes meeting with your warm ones. You stood right in front of him, inches away. You held your arms out and in less than a second, Justin fell into your arms.

“Hey”

He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat.

“Hey” he replied, his voice a tiny squeak.

You pulled away, much to Justin’s dismay. You picked up his bag from the floor and he didn’t have the energy to protest, taking his hand in yours, you walked back to your car, settling them in. And then you drove.

“Y/N”

You turned to look at your boyfriend of more than a year for a second before fixing your eyes back on the road.

“I- uhm I-”

“You don’t have to explain Justin. Not now anyway”

You pressed your lips together, gently placing a hand on his knee while keeping the other on the steering wheel. He flinched at the sudden contact, but your hand stayed where it was.

“I’m sorry, I just I-”

He immediately started to apologise, even though you thought nothing of it and completely understood.

“Sh, Justin. Just relax, you’re with me now” you assured, running a thumb across his jean clad knee.

He nodded, swallowing thickly, shutting his eyes and focusing on your soft touch. You flicked your eyes to him, watching his long eyelashes fall on his cheekbones. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, dried tears on his cheeks.

Soon enough, you reached your house, parking the car in the driveway. Justin opened his eyes, blinking a few times. You silently hopped out, grabbing his bag from the backseat before opening the passenger door.

“You don’t have to do all this” Justin mumbled.

“Come on” you urged, ignoring his statement.

The two of you walked into your house, the warmth engulfing you both. You took his hand in yours, leading him to the spare bedroom.

“Have you eaten yet?” you questioned.

Justin shook his head, like you expected.

“Well, you know where the showers are, I’m going to heat up dinner okay?”

He nodded, looking at the floor. You could tell he was on the verge of another round of tears. You frowned, walking up to him and wearing your arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek. You felt him smile, even if it was a small one.

You stepped away, smiling at him softly, before leaving the room. You walked to your kitchen, getting the leftovers from Robert out to heat them up. Nobody should be treated how Justin is. Justin didn’t call you about this, usually going to Bryce’s house or Alex’s but not yours. He never wanted to bother you with his problems, thinking he would be a burden to you. It took Justin almost a year before he even told you about his condition at home and that was only after Zach accidentally mentioned it.

You took the food out of the microwave, placing it on the dinner table while waiting for him to arrive. Your parents were big business people, meaning they were out of town a lot of the time, so they bought you your own little house to stay in which they occasionally visited.

Ten minutes later, the sound of water running stopped, meaning Justin was out of the shower. Another ten minutes later, Justin padded into the dining room, where you were waiting for him. His hair was dripping wet, droplets trailing down the back of his neck. His eyes were redder, even puffier while his bottom lip quivered. What you noticed now was the significant bruises that had formed around his neck and the sight of all of this made you shatter a little on the inside. He tugged at his sleeves, still looking at the floor. He had changed into a pair of sweats and a t shirt.

You went to him, pressing a slight kiss on his shaking lips. You gripped his jaw with a feather-like touch, tilting it upwards to expose the purple and blue skin of his neck. You gingerly touched the large bruises that were vaguely in the shape of fingerprints. He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing under your thumb. You sighed and pulled away.

“Sit, Justin”

He listened to your words, taking a seat next to you. He picked up his fork, staring at his food with no intention of eating it.

“I’m not that hungry right now Y/N, I’m sorry for making you go to all this trouble-”

“It’s fine Justin, I understand. Want to go to bed?” you offered.

He nodded, standing up from the table with you following suit. You put his plate back in the fridge before taking his hand and walking back to bed. You got in first, opening your arms and inviting him to lay with you. He complied immediately, putting his head on your shoulder, intertwining your legs.

“You have to report them Justin. Those bruises… they look bad. It’s the worse it’s gotten so far” you gulped, your own heart becoming heavy with the thought.

“I can’t Y/N, I’ll be shipped off to some foster home with people I don’t even know and I might even have to move away. I’m not risking that”

You nodded, it was a hard decision for anyone.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine”

As the words left his mouth, you felt wetness on your shoulder.

“Oh Justin, you don’t need to act strong now. It’s okay to be human” you whispered into his ear.

And those were all it took before he broke down for the third time that evening. His body shook violently as you held him tight.

“It’ll all be okay Justin. I promise”

And in that moment, Justin realised that the only real place he felt safe was with you.
“Rescue” sentence starters

for the pair in a dangerous situation (or for the dramatic pair in a regular situation). can be applied to spy, superhero, soldier, detective, or supernatural hunter characters, as well as many others. as requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

The Rescued

  • “You came to save me!”
  • “What took you so long?”
  • “Wait–did you come without backup?”
  • “Ha ha ha ha! I thought I was gonna die.”
  • “Why’d you come? I could’ve handled this on my own.”
  • “Thanks for coming…I really owe you one.”
  • “Wait…you didn’t bring your weapons?”
  • “I was so scared…”
  • “Let go of me! I can do this on my own!”
  • “YOU came? We’re so screwed.”
  • “I’m okay…”
  • “Shit–it hurts–”
  • “Don’t worry about me. Where is everyone?”
  • “I’ll be fine. You go take care of the civilians/bad guys/monster.”
  • “Don’t LEAVE me!”
  • “I’ve never been so happy to see you.”
  • “Hey–I don’t think I can walk.”
  • “…this is gonna sound stupid, but did you bring any food with you?”

The Rescuer

  • “I finally found you!”
  • “Sorry it took so long–had to take a detour.”
  • “I’m here. You’re welcome.”
  • “Glad to see you survived until I got here.”
  • “I would never leave you hanging.”
  • “Stop criticizing me! No one else came.”
  • “Yeah, there’s no way I’m helping you next time.”
  • “You’re safe now.”
  • “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
  • “Hey–shut UP, I’m here to help!”
  • “I could’ve sworn I brought more weapons with me…Oh well.”
  • “You don’t look so good.”
  • “I wish I came earlier! You’re all scratched up.”
  • “Stay here. I’ll go get help.”
  • “DON’T move. I need to catch that guy/lady/person.”
  • “We have to get out of here. There’s a bomb.”
  • “Hey, how many fingers am I holding up?”
  • “Hold on, I’ll carry you.”
I don’t even get upset anymore because I’m at the point where I’ve just stopped caring. And that’s something that should scare you.
See, you can keep doing the same things over and over and eventually it will stop hurting me but only because I will have become numb to it.. only because I will have become numb to you.
The only thing you’re really doing is helping me to fall out of love with you.
—  things they’ll have to learn the hard way
Wasted

Request: Can I request a fluff imagine where reader and billy are dating and they go out to a party where reader gets wasted and Billy has to take care of her for the night

Paring: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Underage drinking

Word Count: 771

A/N: Thank you for the request!!! Christmas requests are open (see the prompt list if you want inspiration but they don’t have to only be off the list).

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Originally posted by taikka

Y/N wasn’t the biggest fan of parties but she didn’t absolutely despise them. Billy, however, lived for them. He was usually the designated driver but that never stopped him having fun. Y/N only ever agreed to go to parties because she knew he loved them. This party was no different to normal high school parties. People were casually grinding on each other in the main room; there were excessive amounts of alcohol and there was a keg in the backyard. Billy was driving tonight so he couldn’t actually show up the rest of the school with his drinking abilities.

As the pair walked in, Billy’s arm was secured tightly around Y/N’s waist. He had no intention of letting her anywhere near the obnoxious, drunk boys in the room. Y/N, however, quickly escaped his grasp when she saw Steve and Nancy. She told him she would be back in a bit and quickly made a beeline for Nancy and the punch bowl. Billy watched her go carefully but was quickly dragged out into the garden by Tommy, who swore some freshmen needed teaching a lesson.

As the night went on, Y/N completely forgot how much she had drank. She was beyond tipsy and was dancing and having fun with Nancy. She kept seeing glimpses of Billy every so often as he checked that she was alright. Her and Nancy were laughing at nothing and everything all at once when Steve came along and told Nancy he had to get her home. Nancy pouted but said goodbye to Y/N and left clinging to Steve. Y/N caught sight of Billy and stumbled over to him. She wrapped her arms around his midsection and he turned to look at her before scanning for Nancy.

“Where’d Nancy go?” He questioned as he moved them away from his friends.

“Steve took her home.” She slurred still not removing her arms from his waist.

Billy chuckled at her state slightly. “C’mon then, time to get you home, princess.” She didn’t move so he removed her hands and threw an arm around her waist to keep her upright as he led them out. He managed to get her safely into the Camaro before he set off driving back to her house.

He pulled up to her house and thanked god her parents were out late on a date. Her father barely liked him anyway and he was sure he would kill him is he turned up with her in this state. He shut off the engine before walking around to the passenger side of the car. He undid the seat belt and went to lift her out but she giggled.

“Careful where you put your hands, pretty boy.” She was still slurring her words but he couldn’t help but smile.

“Pretty boy?” He questioned as he pulled her out of the car.

“Yeah, you take more care of your appearance then I do.” She giggled.

“Okay, princess. Keys?” He held out his hand and she pulled them out of her pocket and dropped them to the floor. She bent down to pick them up and nearly faceplanted the floor. Billy grabbed her to stop her falling before grabbing the keys and opening the door. He locked it behind them as she lent heavily on him. He sighed and gave up. He lifted her into his arms and began to ascend the stairs.

“You know, you’re nicer than everyone says.” She muttered into his neck.

“Am I now?”

She hummed in response. “If you were an ass you’d have left me there.”

“We both know I’d never just abandon you.” He smiled as he set her down on the bed. She nearly fell forward as he knelt down in front of her to pull her shoes off.

“I love you.” She murmured sleepily as he laid her down and pulled the covers over her.

“I love you too, princess.” He kissed her forehead. “Get some sleep.”

“Stay.” She whispered.

“I wasn’t planning on leaving.” He replied as he kicked off his shoes and jeans and pulled of his jacket. He laid down next to her and she curled into him.

nothing hurt more than when I saw a picture of you and her. You barely ever took photos with me, let alone post them. And here you were posting pictures with this girl you barely knew, and I tried not to hate her, I tried not to hate you. But my insides felt like they were ripping apart at the sight of  you. And I knew this was going to happen eventually, I guess I was just hoping it wouldn’t.  
and its just so fucking pathetic, while I’ve spent all this time missing you.. you spent it with her. You never even thought of me once.
And all I can fucking do is imagine the way that you talk to her, its probably the same way I talked to you., like you were made out of the sun or something.
And I just don’t fucking understand how one person can leave such a huge mark on you when you can’t even leave a fucking scratch on them. Because you left me and I still see you every fucking where, and I never made you feel a damn thing. you never even cared for me.
I just want it to stop, I want it all to stop. I want to stop feeling every burning fire for you. I want to stop thinking of every word you said to me, I want to stop analyzing every little part of our relationship in trying to figure out where the fuck we went wrong because I get it now. I understand..
a relationship is always doomed to end in heartbreak when there is one person who loves more and in our case, I was always the one who loved more, and now it just hurts so bad because you love her. You love her even though I wanted you to love me.. even though I gave you every fucking piece of me. You chose her.
It will never be me and you. I was never enough, and the thought of that alone breaks me into a million pieces, so how the fuck am I supposed to feel when I realize why I wasn’t enough. When I see the face of the girl who was enough..
—  I don’t think I’ll ever get over you
Imagine Seth meeting his imprint.

SETH’S POV

You could have done a really loud plus a really whiney sound if you were in your wolf form right now and from the little tremor that went through you it was a pretty strong indication you were itching to just do that. “Why am I always stuck with babysitting duties?” You recalled the previous instances where you had the same job. “Bella first and then Leah and now this random chick I barely even know”

“Seth, Leah was babysitting your ass and not the other way around” 

“That’s what she likes to think but we both know I’m the more mature and experienced one” 

Jacob groaned, you could practically hear his prayers asking for patience. 

“Besides, there are no evil vampires here anymore. Why would you need anyone to keep an eye on her?” 

“Emily has strictly warned me she is like Bella, a magnet for trouble but triple her range” He gave you a second to digest that information. You both shivered at the same time realising how potentially dangerous that could get. “Sam thinks you are the best one for this job. You are a powerful protector and have the best temperamental to deal with anything without going furry-” Blah blah blah, Jacob droned on enlisting all his qualities.

You had to roll your eyes at that. Jacob did this thing, funnily he thinks you are dense not to get it but you do, every time. He sprouts this instead of putting his I’m-your-alpha-do-as-I-say voice. And sadly you have to shut up every time and do the task because he is fucking right. You are the best. 

“Fine! I will do it. When is she coming?” Jacob’s face was blank but you could practically touch the smugness wafting off him.

“She will be here by lunch time, just hang out with her till the evening and bring her to the bonfire. Simple” Huh, it did sound simple, maybe it’s not going to be that bad. 


READER? Y/N? SETH’S IMPRINT? (I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO CALL IT) POV

The cold bite of the wind felt damn good on your heated face as you sped down the road to the Clearwater’s residence on Jacob’s stolen borrowed bike. Don’t think about the fact that you almost ruined Emily’s wedding dress or that you almost burned down her kitchen trying to help her out. Just feel the wind. You still have a best friend, she only needed a few hours break from you. It was perfectly reasonable. Nobody could handle you for a long time, Emily sure tries her best but you know the truth. 

You slowed down a little spotting the curve that would lead you to the Clearwater house but you misjudged the slickness of the road in relation to the speed you were going. The bike wobbled as you tried to maintain the balance, in the next second it had collapsed, skidded and crashed into a tree taking you along for this fine experience. 

You opened your eyes after all the momentum had stopped, your heart was still beating like crazy. Don’t want to die from a heart attack now, slow down heart. You take an inventory of the things that were hurt. Head? Safe because of the helmet. Arms? Alright. Legs? Also alright. Ankles? OW! Okay the left one is hurting like a motherfuc-

“What the fuck?” You can’t be faulted for your next action, seriously the guy came out of nowhere not even a slight noise to prepare you and you were high on adrenaline. Your hand shot out to the area where you heard the voice coming from and it was just your luck when your fist connected with his precious goods.

Wheeze.

Another wheeze.

“Why..”

“What have I done..”

“…to deserve this”

Poor guy. He couldn’t even speak properly. Upon actually looking his way, you realised it wasn’t a random mugger or druggie like you ran across back in the city but Seth Clearwater. A very grown up Seth from the last time you remember seeing him. Your eyes met his pain-filled ones and his reaction was frankly weird. Was that a smile? Does he get happy from being dick punched? 

“I am so sorry Seth. I just and you just and my hand just..” You were blabbering but hell if this didn’t top your list of embarrassing mistakes. You shook your head shamefully and felt the helmet drooping down obscuring your vision. “I didn’t hear you I swear it was just a reflex action” You removed the helmet having no doubt your hair was a glorious mess. Next you tried to shift a little testing if you could try standing up. A swift intake of breath from the pain had you flinching. 

“Y/N stop apologising I get it, don’t move!” Seth’s voice was panicky, his eyes roaming over your body seeing where all you were hurt. 

“It’s just my left ankle, Seth. Maybe you can just lift this bike and I can crawl..” Strong pair of hands were around your torso in a quick motion pushing the bike away and hugging you to a very warm chest before lifting you up. He was careful but damn if that ankle wasn’t a bitch. He was the one flinching this time like he could feel your pain.

“I can’t believe Jacob let you ride that death trap! This could have ended up so much worse” He held you closer as if he couldn’t bear to think about it. A brush of his lips against your forehead had you looking up at him but he was looking straight ahead. Did you imagine that? “He kinda like completely has no idea that I took his bike” You squeaked out remembering how you sneakily took his bike when he was at Emily’s place. In the chaos surrounding the wedding you were able to get away with that. 

“Well that explains it. He is going to be pissed about it though” Seth was so careful not to jostle you much as he was moving towards the house, every time he would look at you it was with an intensity like nothing you have experienced before. 

“That death trap is in a better condition than me so he can’t really be mad” You look back at the bike lying near the tree with only few noticeable scratches. As if the Gods in heaven were waiting for this moment, a branch overhead the death trap snapped and fell on the bike breaking the front light and the side mirror. “Okay, we need to do this carefully now. New IDs and lots of cash. Fake our deaths and get outta this town.” 

Seth was laughing now clearly our impending deaths by Jacob wasn’t as troubling to him as it was to you. 

“This is definitely not bad at all. I love babysitting” What was he even talking about? Oh my. The dick punch has made him ludicrous. Now even Leah is going to kill you. This just keeps getting better. (Part 2)

Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

the eleventh doctor imagine | you argue and he apologises

warnings: none

words: 1011

in which you feel you can never live up to his former companions and he apologises for making you feel as though you’re not good enough.

Originally posted by fangirl-porn

“Rose would know,” he frowns, staring down at the TARDIS controls.
You gulp, feeling your stomach flip, wishing more than anything that you could help him—that you could prove yourself to him. You’re tired of living in the shadows of his previous companions, tired of never feeling good enough. You have even began to contemplate leaving him.
“Good old Rose,” you whisper, sitting down glumly. The Doctor barely even notices.
“Or Amy. If Amy was here, she’d know exactly what to do.”
You can’t help but snap after that. “Well, I’m sorry, Doctor. I’m sorry I’m not Rose, or Amy. I’m sorry I’m just me. I’m sorry I can’t help.”
You attempt to walk away to your room, but when he speaks, you can’t help but come to a halt again. “Well, that’s it, isn’t it? You can never help. Of all of the people I’ve picked…”
“What? Go on, say it.” By now you are doing everything you can to prevent yourself from crying.
The Doctor shakes his head firmly and starts to work on the TARDIS controls again. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me!” You shout. “If you don’t want me here, all you have to do is say. You can drop me off just as fast as you picked me up, if that’s what you really want.”
“I refuse to talk to you when you’re like this, [Y/N].” He adjusts his bow tie and glares at one of the computer screens. “You’re upsetting my TARDIS.”
“Oh, how rude of me.” You half-scoff, half-sob. A part of you wishes that he would react, so at least you know he cares, even if only a little bit. Instead, his face remains blank as he purses his lips.
You begin to walk off again, then turn back on your heel. “You know, there’s a reason you always end up alone. It’s because you’re selfish. You want people when it’s convenient for you, and then as soon as they can’t help you, you stop caring. One day you won’t even have me, and I hope maybe then you’ll realise that I—we—deserve better than this.”
You don’t wait to see his reaction; instead, you march off until you get to your room and then slam the door even though you know he will hardly be able to hear it from where he’s standing. It’s only then that you let your tears fall properly, but not for long; only a few moments later, you can hear The Doctor shuffling at the other side of the door.
“[Y/N]…” he calls hesitantly. “Did you mean what you said? Do you wish to go home?”
You don’t answer right away, and you can almost sense his impatience. “I don’t know anymore,” you say finally. “I thought I’d never want to give this up, but I’m tired.”
“I told you, you should sleep more often. That’s why there are beds, and pyjamas, and bedrooms. There’s even a bath somewhere.
“You know that’s not what I mean.” You slide down the door and tuck your knees under your chin, feeling as though your heart might burst out of its rib-cage at any moment. “I’m tired of you making me feel as though I’m not good enough. I’m tired of trying to meet impossible standards. If you wanted someone superhuman, someone good and strong, you shouldn’t have chosen me.”
“Do you really think that?” His voice, muffled by the door, is heavy with sadness.
You don’t answer, but you don’t need to. Something in his voice has changed; perhaps he’s finally realised the truth.
“[Y/N],” he almost whispers. “Open the door. Please.”
You blink the tears out of your eyes as best you can before you slowly stand up and do as he asks. You can barely look at him when you see his brown eyes so solemn, maybe even guilty.
“I’m sorry.”
You roll your eyes, feeling silly to have even made such a scene now that you have to look him in the eye.
“No,” he says and grabs your hand. “I am. I mean it. You are good and strong, and there are lots of times where I couldn’t have done what I do without you. I’m just a stupid, ignorant, old man, that’s all.” He attempts a smile, and you almost want to smile back, but you don’t. You can’t, not yet.
“It’s okay. I know I’m not like the others. I know I’m just normal. I just wish you didn’t have to bring it up so much.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose. I never want to make you feel like you’re any less fantastic than you are.” He cups your face in his hands then and you lower your eyes. “Because you are, [Y/N]. You are fantastic, and you are more than enough. Really. It’s me who’s not enough. You were right about what you said.”
“No. You’re too much.” A tear rolls down your cheek. “Are you going to take me home?”
“Only if that’s what you want.” His own eyes seem to glitter with tears that refuse to fall now.
“Is it what you want?” You question.
He shakes his head and lowers his hands away from you before shoving them in his pockets. “I never want you to leave, but it’s selfish of me to keep you here when you’re not happy. I want you to be happy. I promise that I’ll stop belittling you. I promise I’ll appreciate you the way you deserve. I promise, [Y/N], on both of my hearts, to be better.”
You think about it for a moment, knowing you should leave but not having the will power to do it. You can’t give up this, and you know now that the Doctor feels guilty for the way he’s treated you. Finally, you give him a small smile. “I don’t want to leave, not yet. Not as long as you want me.”
“You’ll be here a long time then,” he grins. “I can’t imagine ever not wanting you.”
He kisses your forehead without thinking and then blushes ever so slightly, but of course, not as much as you do.
“I suppose I just can’t get rid of you,” you say.

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Whoopsie i fell and avatar au’ed lance and fukcing going thro that that tag breaths so much life into holy fuc

also let me throw some headcanons ur way


-lance coming from a family of mainly either earthbenders or non-benders

    -poor lance is the only water bender 

    -lives in the earth kingdom!

    -mom is non-bender, step dad is earthbender, biological father is a waterbender!

-Wasnt very good at waterbending cause duh living in the earth kingdom lel not much water to mess around with 

-after meeting the rest of the team, he starts practicing waterbending with shiro (hes teh avatar) 

-looooves to dump water on keiths head

   -says its to “Fix that stupid mullet hair” of his

-Learns How to use healing water very easily ^^

    -Constantly heals everyone (even the smol dumb things like paper cuts)

    -brags about it to in the beginning 

    -”Lance stop wasting the water, you need to save that for when someone actually gets hurt”

    -”But shiro, papercuts suck and i didnt want hunk to die “

-I’d like to think he has a potential to master bloodbending but its too fucking scary for him and so he refuses to learn it >< 

     -i did have an idea where what if he did use it to help save someone >< like the bleeding was to much so he just sneaky-ly bloodbends to stop the bleeding and then switches to healing before anyone can ask/see >< 


idk caring/loving lance kills me and it slipped into this >< hes my son okay (also that outfit is not his official one i just went with something basic for now ^^ i’ll come up with something better later . 3. )

“Jack? You’re a photographer.”

Jack looks at Bitty, who is standing nervous in his doorway.

“I take a photography class,” Jack corrects. “I wouldn’t call myself a photographer.”

“But you know about lighting and good camera angles and stuff,” Bitty encourages.

Jack nods. “I guess. But so do you. What about those vlogs, eh?”

Bitty shrugs and bites his lip. “I want your help with something.”

“Okay,” Jack agrees easily. He’s likes helping his teammates and he always feels good after doing something for Bitty. “So should I get my camera?”

“Please,” Bitty says, stepping properly into Jack’s room.

“So, what’s it about anyway?” Jack asks, lifting the camera out of its bag.

“Oh. Well. It’s ah… I was thinking. I want to set up a Grindr profile.”

Jack nearly drops the lens he’s fitting onto the camera. “Really?”

“Well, yeah,” Bitty says. “And I thought, you take nice photos, so…”

Jack keeps his turned while he tries to figure out the sudden queasiness in his stomach. He doesn’t know why it’s there. He doesn’t normally feel this way when helping Bitty.

“Ransom and Holster keep trying to set me up with people,” Bitty continues, “and I do want a relationship, but I want to do it on my own terms.”

“Grindr though?” Jack asks. “Is that the best place to be looking for a relationship?” He doesn’t know why he’s questioning Bitty’s decision. He’s not trying to be judgemental. He’s blames the feeling in his stomach for it coming across that way.

“Well, where else?” Bitty asks him.

“I don’t know. Your classes?” Jack suggests, wasting time fussing with his camera.

Bitty scoffs. “I’ve been in the same classes for months and nothing has happened. I want–I’m ready to be with someone. So, like I said, Grindr.”

Jack turns to Bitty finally. “What about parties or something. Student unions? You’re part of some, aren’t you?” Jack swears he’s trying to be supportive. 

“Yeah, but same problem.” Bitty’s got a shrewd look on his face, staring at Jack like he’s puzzling something out. “Jack, are you—I don’t get it. Why are you so against me doing this?”

“I’m not against it,” Jack refutes automatically.

“It sounds like you are,” Bitty points out, crossing his arms.

“I’m not,” Jack’s says again, though he knows–is shamefully aware–there’s some truth to the accusation.

“Then why are you being so judgemental?”

“I’m not. I’m not judging you for it.” Jack would never judge his friends like that. Their lives are their own and he respects that privacy.

“Then what are you doing,” Bitty throws his hands up. “Why are you pushing back on this?”

“I’m not,” Jack says defensively, reeling from the accusation, feeling guilty and confused.

“Something’s going on in your head. This isn’t…” Bitty shakes his head, then says with clear disappointment, “It’s not what I expected from you.”

It’s not his head, Jack thinks, it’s his stomach. Something strange is going on, he feels like he’s swallowed something sour. “I don’t know. I… really don’t,” he stammers.

Bitty narrows his eyes. “Sure you do, Jack.”

“I, I—"

“Just tell me. I want to know.”

Jack clutches the camera to his stomach. “I honestly don’t. You just—I just—I feel like—"

As his stomach clenches uncomfortably, Jack knows what the feeling is.

“I’m jealous.”

Whatever sentiment Bitty was about to express melts away. His expression goes from hurt to shock, surprise and then something softer. He folds his arms across his stomach again.

“Jealous?” Bitty asks.

Jack thinks it over. The unease in his gut, his strong reaction. He nods. “Yes. I’m jealous.”

“Why,” Bitty asks hesitantly, not like earlier.

“I don’t know,” Jack repeats, wondering that himself.

“Could you… try to figure it out? Please?”

Jack stares at Bitty. “I’m jealous because…” he starts, not knowing where the sentence will take him. “I want… I want to be that someone. Your someone.”

His gaze is so focused Jack can see Bitty swallow from across the room.

“Jack,” Bitty says, taking a step forwards.

Jack blinks. He feels shaky but doesn’t mind because Bitty’s not looking at him like he cares if Jack’s hands are trembling. Jack puts the camera down on his bed and makes his way over to Bitty.

“Don’t get Grindr,” he says, stopping an armlength away.

“Why not,” Bitty asks of him, arms dropping to his sides.

“You won’t find what you’re looking for on there.”

“Why not.”

“Because—” Jack takes a deep breath and another step toward Bitty. “Because it’s here.”

everything Solas says about the subject of the Blight in DA:I
everything Solas says about the subject of the Blight in DA:I

(For reference, here is what Solas has to say about the Blight, darkspawn and the Grey Wardens, all together.)

  • Solas: Your Order… the Grey Wardens…
  • Blackwall: What about them?
  • Solas: The Wardens see themselves as the world’s defense against the Blight, do they not?
  • Blackwall: Yes… why do you sound so skeptical? Doesn’t everyone know this?
  • Solas: When an Archdemon rises, they slay it. What will they do when all the Archdemons are slain?
  • Blackwall: Retire?
  • Solas: Without Archdemons, there can be no Blights. Is that the reasoning?
  • Blackwall: Right. Where are you going with this?
  • Solas: Nowhere. I hope they are correct.

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Stupid, Ignorant Dwarf

Originally posted by vampirediaries-imagine

Originally posted by tinysofia

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series
This is a continuation of The One

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Tease

Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Note: Here’s the second part to Vegas! You know that part in a concert where all the music just stops mid-song, and then it resumes after a couple of moments and it’s super awesome and amazing? Yeah, that’s what I tried to describe in this fic, but I don’t think I did it that well. Oh well. I did my best.

Word Count: 2782

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT, car sex, the usual bad language

“No.” Daveed said for the third time.

“Why not?” You asked, groaning a bit.

“Because I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come. It’s dangerous for you. Shows can get out of hand sometimes.”

Tonight, clipping. was scheduled for a pop-up show at a local bar and you were trying to convince Daveed to take you with him. The both of you had become friends with benefits after he ‘broke your curse’ of not being able to orgasm during sex with anyone else. You both satisfied each other’s needs when it was necessary, and you enjoyed this relationship that you both had, but there were certain things that you didn’t enjoy: he was overprotective.

“C’mon, D. I’m a grown woman, I can handle myself. You don’t have to treat me like a damsel in distress all the time.” You said, leaning against the counter. He wasn’t going to make you bring out the puppy dog eyes, was he?

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Sound the Alarms: 07

Sound the Alarms: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader ~ Jungkook | Seulgi
Description: You were in love with Jeon Jungkook since you were 14, but made the mistake of introducing him to your best friend at 16. Now you’ve slept with him at 19, and it appears that fate isn’t done screwing you over when it comes to your two best friends.
Warning: Hella Angst, EXTREME Toxicness (don’t read if you can’t handle the abusive side, it gets bad), Sexual Assault, Self-Harm, Mentions of Suicide, Handjob, Blowjob, Violence
Word Count: 4,549

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The Boss’s Cold Heart | Chapter 3

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: angst, smut
Word count: 6k
Content: dom!jimin, oral, orgasm denial

Description: You spent a night at Jimin’s house but your happiness soon found an end as things got worse regarding Mr. Johnson.

Chapters: One | Two | Three | Four | Five


„Yes, she should be waking up soon. Yeah… Okay, alright… I get it. See you then” the voice speaking sounded harsh and so annoyed. No, it sounded more likely annoying to you because you could immediately recognize it even though your eyes were still shut closed as you didn’t have the strength to open them yet.

The person who was in the same room as you walked up and down with heavy steps. The slight noise it made was really annoying you and you decided to finally open your eyes. The dazzling light shot into your eyes and you blinked a few times to adjust yourself to the brightness. You looked around finding yourself laying in a hospital room, the clock showing 10.45 PM.

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member- taekook x you

genre- fluff (idk maybe angstish?) 

words- 1,388

summary- (requested) all you want is to hold hands with your two boys, but some people can be so rude. polyamorous!au

a/n- dhlaj’hf;asdg okay so i dont take requests for scenarios but i needed some poly!au prompts so this was one sent in :) i hope you guys enjoy!! 

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

Usually, you love the idea of skinship. Big warm hugs, soft kisses against your lips, tender strokes against your back as you fall asleep- it’s all heavenly. But things were different when you started your relationship with Taehyung and Jungkook.

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TWO YEARS||JOE SUGG IMAGINE

I combined two requests for this, hope you won’t mind ! Also I’m sorry for the wait xx

The sound of laughter echoed in the apartment as Joe and his friend Britt stepping into the living room. Y/N watched them from the counter where dinner was almost ready. Her stare on them was hard and somehow, Joe was oblivious to it. “Hey.” He greeted his girlfriend, dropping a kiss to the top of her head as he put out two beers out of the fridge. Y/N nodded at Britt, sending her a small smile but it was obviously forced. The friends sat down on the stools on the opposite side of the counter. As Joe opened the beer in one smooth motion with the bottle opener, Britt had her eyes all over him and a smirk appeared on her face. Y/N regretted having such a good looking boyfriend for a minute. “Didn’t know you were that strong.” The American girl teased as he now opened his own beer. “Try me.” Joe replied, smirking back at her. The two of them laughed. And that is when she realized that she was completely invisible to them. As Y/N grabbed two plates to serve them dinner, she  put them on the counter a bit too loudly and it cause the two friends to snap their heads in her direction. A heavy silence was suddenly filling the air.

After a long minute, Joe reached out to his girlfriend but she stepped away. “Is everything okay?” Joe asked, a worried frown on his face but she put on that same forced smile again. “Yeah, sorry, I’m just tired. Serve yourselves, I’m not really hungry so I’ll just take a shower.” Y/N explained. She pecked Joe’s lips quickly before running up the stairs in the amount of seconds. Joe shared a worried look with his foreign friend as he definitely figured that something was wrong with the one he loved.

Around twenty minutes later, Joe and Britt were settled on the couch, a weird tension hanging in the air. A random TV show was playing in the background but Joe wasn’t paying any attention to it. His mind was wandering through the signs that he had missed since his American friends had arrived and he wanted to punch himself for not realizing that he hadn’t been paying much attention to her either. As he was about to climb the stairs to talk to her, she was already in the hallway, making her way to the door, a traveling bag in a hand, the keys to the car in the other. “Where are you going?” Joe asked, taken by a sudden fear that she was leaving him for good. Y/N stopped in her tracks, turning around to watch her confused boyfriend. “I’m going to Zoe’s for the weekend.” She affirmed, letting out a tired sigh. Joe stepped closer to her, his frown growing. “What? But I can only see you on the weekends, it’s the only days where you’re not at work.” Joe pointed out, reaching for her touch once again but she moved away slightly. She was tired of having to pretend like she was okay with his friend being here. “As if you care.” Y/N scoffed, opening the door and walking to the stairs. Joe followed her in the hall of the building, grabbing her wrist to stop her. “Wait, what’s going on? Why are you like this?” Joe asked, his heart pounding a little faster. “Oh you know why. I’m invisible to you when she’s around, you’re flirting with her for fuck sake! Just in front of me.” She exclaimed, the anger evident in her voice. Joe’s eyes softened on her as they were darting over her face, he could see that she was hurt but if she knew how he loved her. It went silent for a few seconds. “Have fun with Britt.” Y/N stated as she turned around to leave but Joe stopped her again.

“Does Zoe knows you’re coming?” Joe asked in panic, trying to find a way to keep her with him. “She’s the one who offered, if that’s your only worry.” She said before running off down the stairs. Joe stood there for a minute, trying to process what had just happened. He walked back into his apartment to find his friend confused as he closed the door violently behind him. He was mad at himself but it was properly better to let her calm down., even if this specific weekend was supposed to be special.

As Joe woke up two days later, he rolled over in the bed, expecting to see his girlfriend smiling up to him but he was left with cold sheets next to him. He sighed as he looked up to the ceiling. He had tried to call her or even Zoe but she didn’t want to talk to him. But that day was supposed to be their day. But she was two hours away from him and he couldn’t stand that. After a short moment, Joe was dressed and down the stairs where Britt was waiting for him. She frowned as she saw him quickly grabbing a few items here and there in the living room. “You’re going to Brighton, aren’t you?” Britt questioned but it sounded more like an affirmation. Joe stopped his movements as his friend spoke and he sent her an apologetic look. “I’m sorry but I can’t not be with her today. Are you okay with that?” Joe asked and Britt sent him a warm smile. “Of course! Don’t stand there and apologize to me, just go!” Britt exclaimed as she basically pushed him out of the apartment, earning an amused expression from him.

Joe stood in front of his sister’s house, walking back and forth as he was suddenly filled with nerves. After taking a long breath, he knocked and waited for a few minutes before someone opened the door. Zoe sent him a small smile as she noticed the bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Joe, she said she wanted to be alone.” His older sister affirmed as she moved around to let him in. “I know but it’s our anniversary today, I had so much stuff planned but I screwed it all up.” Joe explained, passing his free hand over his face. Zoe watched her brother for a minute, analyzing his face and she noticed how he regretted everything. “Also.” The dark blonde boy started, reaching for something in his back pocket. Zoe watched him intensely, a frown forming on her face. When Joe showed his sister the small velvet box, she gasped and looked up to him. “Are you joking? Who knows about this?” Zoe exclaimed, keeping her voice low as she remembered that Y/N was still in the house. “Literally no one.” Joe admitted, a smile forming on his lips as he looked at the box. His older sister smiled herself as she watched him, realizing how happy he was with her.

Footsteps were suddenly coming down the stairs and Joe quickly hid the box back in its place. As he turned around, Y/N stood there, confusion across her face as she watched the siblings.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked in surprise but there was a small smile on the corner of her lips as she laid her eyes on her lover. “It’s not really our anniversary if we both spend it on our own.” Joe stated as he stepped closer to her, handing her the flowers. She let out a small laugh. “Wow, got me flowers and all that.” She replied, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, making Joe laugh as he leaned in to kiss her softly. “Happy 2 years anniversary, my love.” Joe mumbled against her lips before pulling her into a long hug. Zoe watched the couple as she crossed her arms, tears stinging at the back of her eyes as she thought about what Joe had shown her only minutes earlier.

The sun was slowly setting on the Brighton Pier and the atmosphere was getting colder and colder. Joe and Y/N were laying on the beach, talking about a little bit of nothing and a little bit of everything. “I’m sorry I left.” Y/N said, cuddling closer to her lover. “I’m sorry I let you.” Joe replied, looking down at her as they exchanged a laugh. Joe took in a deep breath before lifting himself up, earning a confused look from her. “Are you okay? You seem nervous.” She pointed out, sitting back up as she looked at him. “I need to ask you something.” He started, eyes looking at the beach as he took in another breath. “Are you about to ask me if you can buy something completely crazy for one of your bloody videos again?” She joked, a big smile on her face but when Joe pulled out the velvet box, opening it to show a beautiful silver ring, her jaw dropped. “Could be but no.” Joe replied, relaxing slightly.

“I know we haven’t been together for that long but I can’t see myself with anyone else but you. And that is why I want you to marry me, Y/N Y/L/N. Will you?” Joe finally asked  as his eyes darted over her face, impatient for an answer. But instead of giving him the answer, she simply pulled him onto her as she connected their lips in a passionate kiss. “Is that a yes or?” Joe mumbled against her lips, an amused smile on his lips. “Of course, it is.” Y/N replied before he slipped the ring on her finger and the two celebrated their anniversary on the beach for a few more hours before going back to Zoe and Alfie’s house where they officially announced to them that were going to be husband and wife.

Originally posted by fuckyeahleonardmccoy

Prompt: Kirk x pregnant!going into labor! Reader? 
Word Count: 842
Warnings: Childbirth. Seriously, almost everything about it.
Author’s Note: I’ve never had kids, so I went to the lovely @angryschnauzer and @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse for some help understanding what it’s like to actually have a kid. Thank you so much ladies!!!

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