you da one that got away

I know Grumpmeister Fenris is a popular characterization but consider these canon Fenris facts:

-Fenris is a nerd who laughs at Hawke’s dumb jokes

-Fenris is very eloquent when speaking, rarely uses contractions, and swears like, once

-Fenris is an introvert

-The very first time Hawke flirts with him, he’s awkward and shy

-”If I seem bitter, it is not without cause”

-Varric once asked Fenris what he did in his old mansion all day, and Fenris claimed (completely deadpan) that he dances through the place.

-Actually he makes a lot of jokes in banter. They’re just very deadpan.

-This one is a favorite:

Fenris: I thought all dwarves had beards. Where’s yours?
Varric: I misplaced it, along with my sense of dwarven pride and my gold-plated noble caste pin.
Fenris: I thought maybe it fell onto your chest.

Oh and this one:

Varric: You know, if you need advice on how to lay low I can give you some.

Fenris: Being short would make for an excellent start, I suspect.

-Fenris plays cards regularly with Varric and Donnic

-Fenris: I disavow any knowledge of gambling occurring in my house.

-seriously just read his banters with Aveline. 

-He has a lot of snark:

Carver: You’re very different from other elves.
Fenris: Oh? You know them all?

-He ends up being rather fond of Bethany, if she survives.

-Also this, in regards to the Qun:

Fenris: I didn’t escape one form of slavery only to become slave to myself.
Isabela: Er, what does that mean?
Fenris: I’m… not sure. But it sounded profound, didn’t it?

Idk where I was going with this

yay Fenris!

Who is Sehun?

♡ *Chokes*

♡ You:oh!

   Me:You mean Oh Sehun

♡ He was only 22 when he saved all of us with his dance in lotto

♡ E X O

♡ Maknae

♡ Dance line

♡ His instagram deserves to be in a museum

♡ B E S T  P O S T S  E V E R

♡ The lost one

♡ Owner of iconic lines that will always be remembered

♡ Shawty imma party till da sun down

   Never don’t mind about a thing

   That’s right my type

We actually love SM for giving him lines

♡ His line in sing for you got me crying

♡ An angel indeed

♡ Sang Baekhyun’s part in cloud9 

♡ We were all proud

♡ #Givesehunlines2k17

♡ Innocent af

♡ Doesn’t really understand dirty jokes and stays away from that stuff but who knows

♡ When he and kai-also the maknae- went to a chinese mukbang show,he didn’t understand a dirty joke 

♡ and stood there like an innocent baby while kai was laughing his ass off

♡ Is a fluff ball

♡ He isn’t the aegyo type 

♡ but his presence itself is cute

Originally posted by whenxoxosmilesunshines

♡ He is so loved

♡ not just by members but by the staff as well

♡ All of them love him but

♡ He has a special bond with The “shopping crew”

♡ Sehun+chanyeol+suho+vivi

♡ Suho loves him aaaa llooooott

♡ and he loves him back

♡ sehun basically grew up with suho while suho was taking care of him

♡ Wants to join “THE BEAGLE LINE”

♡ but age matters only in korea

♡ Has a lovely relationship with every member

♡ Plays with baek’s hair

♡ laughs with xiumin

♡ Makes fun of people with d.o

♡ Chanyeol is his partner in crime

♡ Learns chinese from yixing

♡ Runs in the concert with chen

♡ Him and kai are basically two hoes

♡ His relationship with suho is just adorable

♡ he also learned how to roast people from suho

roasted suho countless times

♡ which proves that he’s an angel sent from above

♡ He grew up a lot

♡ After Luhan left,he got more mature as he said

♡ “With luhan,i learned the true meaning of friendship”

♡ Is a soft baby

except when he dances in the water

♡ IS SEXY

AS FUCK

♡ He can be an angel but he’s also a sexy god

♡ He can literally beat anyone with his sexiness

Originally posted by huntertainment

Why do fuck my life

♡ He is handsome

♡ really handsome

♡ I’m pretty sure he could be a model if he weren’t a member of exo

THANK GOD FOR MAKING HIM A MEMBER

♡ He is seriously no joke

♡ He was chosen as the best dressed in LV Paris show

♡ OUT OF ALL THE CELEBRITIES

♡ *proud tears*

♡ Goes to fashion shows a lot

♡ SEBOOTY who we all worship

♡ This mans body is no joke

♡ His face

♡ His abs

♡ His arms

♡ His legs

♡ Especially his booty

When did a get in such a perverted fandom

♡ I have no regrets

Originally posted by eggso

♡ Looks good

♡ while eating

♡ while walking

♡ while existing

♡ Looks hella good in glasses

Originally posted by wooyoung

♡ Looks good in anything

Would look better without

♡ Also rocks every hair colour

♡ Sehun in black is hot

♡ Blonde sehun is god

♡ The rainbow hair

I hear people cringing 

♡ We don’t say thathe doesn’t look good but

Why rainbow?

♡ Is a big meme

♡ A really big one

♡ He is a living meme legend

Originally posted by bangtan-monsta

♡ YEHET

♡ OHORAT

♡ Got embarrassed and was shocked when jhonny called him sunbae

♡ He thought he was talking to jhonny from nct but you never know

♡ He soon found out that the person was jeonghan from SVT 

Jeonghan spilled all the beans to monsta x

♡ Is still embarrassed 

♡ In paris,manager told him to stop doing the peace sign

♡ Did it inside his pocket

♡ His vlives are a meme itself 

Originally posted by yixingsosweet

♡  V I V I

♡ There’s a rumor saying that if you say vivi 3 times

♡ A worried sehun will appear behind you and ask

♡ “WHERE?”

♡ His biggest passion in life

♡ His love

♡ His will to live—->

Originally posted by sehunsi

I ship them

♡ He is the type of boyfriend that will let you drown when he goes to save vivi

Vivi is a dog and knows how to swim

♡ I feel sorry for his future wife bc his first love isn’t her

♡ SASSY

♡ he has the most sass on earth

♡ I ain’t joking

♡ There’s a korean joanne the scammer  in his soul

Originally posted by jinfa-jinju

♡ HE IS SKINNY

♡ HE IS BLONDE OR WAS

♡ HE IS PRETTY

♡ We all know where this convo ends

♡ Suho said that he used to cry a lot since he misses his family

♡ His acting in exo next door was priceless

Why do they all act like they never filmed it?

♡ He has this upcoming movie called “dear Archimedes”

♡ S U P P O R T  H I M

Originally posted by luedeer

♡ He is a soft fluff ball who needs protection and love and more lines

p.s.THEIR COMEBACK IS COMING Y’ALL

Dorian comes to stand by his side and turns attention to the sculpture. Together they are always affected by its presence, although Felix would never pretend to be as burdened. There is loss for them both but more so for his father, grief dredged from a long well of memory when his is but a teacup in comparison. He has often wondered if it is a blessing or a curse that there was such little time shared before treachery tore them all apart.

“He would be proud of you, just as I am.”  A hand drops upon his shoulder, squeezing with reassurance. It is a difficult thing to refrain from shrugging away - not from the touch but the deep emotions coating the sentiment. He tries for levity to break away the lump inside his chest.

~Bloodlines chapter one (ao3 | tumblr)

You have no idea how long I wanted to commission @badasserywomen and I finally got the chance! And the result is breathtaking just as expected. Anyway have Dorian and Felix standing before Vaxus sculpture. 

Getting Somewhere

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Summary: You and Sigrid have a very in-depth conversation about your past with Thranduil and the King tries to apologize in his own little way.

Pairings: Thranduil x Reader

Words: 2,063

Warnings: Mentions of Loss of Family Members; Slight Mentions of Hatred from Parents.

A/N: I’ve been hella tired lately so I haven’t been doing anything. No writing no nothing. I think that’s how the weekend is going to go too. Sorry guys. Also this was hard to write. I wanted like a lot of angst, but I couldn’t find a way to fix it so I kinda f’ed up lol

Master List  Part 1


It takes you about three days to reach Dale. You had not spoken to Sigrid and you felt bad. You didn’t want her to feel like everything was her fault.

You both get off of your horse as you reach the entrance. You hand your horse over to a stable boy after gathering your things.

“Sigrid-,” you start, slinging your pack over your shoulder. She shakes her head, stopping you from continuing.

“I understand, y/n. You had a lot on your mind, it’s fine,” she says and you smile at the human before you.

 You had lived a very LONG life and she is by far your favorite human.

During the Battle of the Five Armies, you had saved them from a bunch of orcs chasing after them. When you had seen the fear in her eyes, it struck a chord with you and from then on you vowed to protect her and her siblings, something you couldn’t do for your own.

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What would i do without you ?

Pairing: Finn Balor/You

Summary: Could you please do a Finn Balor one where the reader is afraid of thunder and lighting and Finn trys to calm her down??

Notes: @ambrosegirlforever One Finn Balor story hot off the press. I tried my best, as always, to fill the prompt as accurately as possible. I hope you like it. If you (or anyone else for that matter) wants to drop another request in the box, please feel free ! - Dani 

You’re in the closet. Which isn’t a joke or a confession, you have literally, physically crammed yourself into your wardrobe. There’s a storm raging outside and as far as your concerned, the only safe place for you to be is inside your closet being suffocated by winter coats.  To you at least it’s a perfectly logical thing to do.

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the-real-sans-the-skeleton  asked:

I had a really hard day today (got harassed at school and then got yelled at) and I was wondering if you would do a request The request is (this might be long sorry) reader find out they are pregnant with Gabe's kid and then before they can tell Gabe the news he is presumed dead and so the reader goes on with their life and has the child then Gabe comes back as reaper and goes to find the reader and then funds he has a family now sorry if it was too long sorry!

((I’m so so sorry you had a hard day hon, those people that yelled at you suck. I hope that things get better!))

“Estoy em-bara-za-da”, you practiced, saying each syllable carefully before licking your lips and nodding. You were playing a short recording over and over, making sure you were saying it right and not butchering the Spanish phrase. “Estoy embara-zada…Estoy embarazada! There we go, I got it!”

You spun in a circle, smoothing your hands down your ‘bloated’ belly, giggling softly and happily. You were pregnant. If you hadn’t taken five pee tests and one blood test, you wouldn’t be sure if you actually believed that it was true but it was. You and Gabriel had talked in passing about having a family; of running away from Overwatch and Blackwatch, finding a home and starting over from scratch. New identities, plenty of money and enough human comforts that you’d never have to look back. You’d never be the ‘Jones’, with their white picket fences and ‘perfect American dream’, but you could be happy and free from all the bureaucratic bullshit that was intrinsically tied up with Overwatch and Blackwatch.

Especially now since things were looking so bad. Between the sensitive leaked information about Overwatch, deaths of prominent Overwatch agents, the reveal of the existence of Blackwatch and the witch hunt the world was on, it was time to get the hell out of dodge. Jesse had left first with Gabriel’s blessing, but his protege couldn’t convince the Blackwatch leader to leave himself. He had wiped records of your existence and moved you to Aix-les-Bains, France; explained that it was safer to be out of Switzerland for the time being, the hour commute back and forth more than worth it to keep you directly out of harm’s way.  What that harm was, he hadn’t revealed to you.

‘It’s better you don’t know, amorcita. Keeps your hands clean of this bullshit.’

Still, maybe with this news he could finally go through with those fanciful ideas of yours. You jumped as you heard you phone begin to buzz, drawing you out of your inner mind and back into the real world. Pushing a hand through your curls, your brow furrowed as you listened to your phone’s nonstop buzzing from across the room, grunting agitatedly. Crossing the room, you grabbed the device and pressed a button to illuminate the screen. Your blood froze like ice in your veins as you read the emergency notifications that were filling up your screen.

‘Explosion at Overwatch Geneva Headquarters’

‘Gigantic Explosion Rocks Overwatch HQ, Unknown Numbers Dead or Injured’

‘Unknown Numbers Hurt and Injured after Explosion Hits Geneva’

“Oh god…”


It had taken three more months until Gabriel’s status was changed from missing to dead, Reinhardt bringing you the personal effects that been found in the debris. His hat, a tungsten ring you had given him and his dog tags; all burnt but still there. Your fingers traced over the letters of his name, a soft sob leaving your lips as you pulled the objects tight against your chest. He may have left the physical plane, but Gabriel hadn’t left you alone. Your hand smoothed down your round stomach, looking up at Reinhardt with a watery smile.

“Thank you…”


“Isabella”, you warned, the bright eyed two year old looking back at you. She had managed to climb halfway up onto the the kitchen table, you rushing and scooping the adventurous little girl into your arms. She looked so much like her father, you joked that she was his little clone, only picking up traces of your features. Big brown eyes framed with thick black lashes, soft copper skin covered in tiny freckles and a head full of thick, wild black curls that framed her chubby little cheeks. “Princesita, how many times must mama ask you not to climb up on the table, hm? You’re going to end up just like those little monkey and bump your head!”

You began to tickle the little girl, spinning her in your arms and smiling at her screaming laugh, peppering warnings and kisses to her head and forehead. You had tried to keep her father’s memory alive; teaching Isabella Spanish and using the affectionate terms you could imagine Gabriel using, showing her vids and pictures of her father and his friends to prove that he was a hero that had laid down his life to protect them. Isabella knew his face, would call him daddy and talk to his framed picture in those short toddler sentences. It was hard, admittedly, to raise her all on your own but you loved your daughter and you know that Gabriel would be happy to know how you both were living.  

“Mama”, Isabella said through giggles, her own chubby little fingers stilling at trying to tickle you. She tilted her body backwards as she looked at the door frame that led to the front door, making you grunt as you took a half step forward to catch her. You shifted your daughter to your hip, the little girl grabbing onto your shirt to steady herself before pointing. “The doorbell mama!”

“Good ears mi amorcita”, you complimented, gently ruffling the child’s hair and bouncing her on your hip with each step. You were expecting a few packages for Isabella’s owl-themed birthday; a colorful owl plush, a dress, umbrella and rainboot set with the same type of owl and a new book featuring the same, sweet cartoon-y creature. The doorbell rang once more making you scoff in annoyance, Isabella yelling again to notify you that the doorbell was in fact being rang. “Thank you little one. I am coming!”

You tried to keep your voice singsong-y, a small tick of annoyance pulling at your neutral smile. Rude ass postman rushing you when they knew damn well you had a child and they didn’t have that many houses to go to in that area. Shifting Isabella on your hip, you put a sweet yet annoyed smile on your lips, undoing the locks before throwing the door open.

“Sorry for ma–”

You jumped startled, arms wrapping tightly around your daughter as you caught sight of the person on the other side of your screen door. It was a tall man that was dressed in all black; black cargo pants, a black hoodie and black boots. Something tickled in the back of your head, there was something…familiar about that silhouette.

“Mama?”

Your eyes jumped back to your daughter, the child less scared than you were but more curious as to why you were squeezing her so tightly. Shooting a sweet smile down at her, you took a small half step back, prepared to hit the lockdown button near the door.

“I don’t know who you are but you should go”, you said, voice steely and serious, eyes darting between your daughter, the button and the stranger. “Now.”

The stranger chuckled softly, the sound low and gritty and solemn but familiar, your stomach flipping nervously. Your hands hovered over the button but you still couldn’t find it in yourself to press it just yet as the stranger began to turn, pushing the hood they had up off of their head.

“Cautious as ever mi reina”, the man said before locking eyes with you, a melancholic smile playing on those ever familiar lips. Gabriel Reyes stood in front of you, scarred and pale but alive and you froze. It felt like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs as you stared your dead lover in the face, your heart thundering in your chest.

“Gabby”, you breathed out weakly, tears immediately rolling down your cheeks. Your mind couldn’t process this. Gabriel shouldn’t be here, they hadn’t found a body but there is no way that he could be here…and alive. You hiccuped, adjusting Isabella on your hip again before wiping hardly at your face. “H-how?”

“Let me come in cariño”, Gabriel said, his hand lightly pressing against the glass of the screen. Now that he was closer, your eyes studied what you could of his facial features. His large brown eyes were now the color of fresh blood. His warm undertone was now gray, making his brown skin appear duller. There scars you had never seen before on your face, but you knew somewhere in your heart of hearts that this was the love of your life. His eyes kept darting between you and Isabella, his expression communicating unbelievable longing.  “I will explain everything, just please let me in.”

“Papa! Mama that’s papa? Mama look! That’s papa?”

“Yes baby”, you said softly, voice cracking as you tried to keep it together for your little girl. “That is your daddy…should we let him in?”

“Ya!”

Your hands shook as you unlocked the door, your senses suddenly filled by the scent of his cologne and pomade, his arms wrapping tight around you as he pushed through the door. You unconsciously squeezed your arm tight around him, the feeling of completeness filling your body. He broke away from the hug, a real smile on his lips as he looked between you and Isabella once more before bending slightly so that he could be eye to eye with the two year old. The little girl smiled wide at him, her hand reaching out to actually touch his face, bursting into a fit of giggles when Gabriel kissed her palms.

“Hi there ángel”, he said, his voice unbelievably soft as he stood up to full height.

“That’s not my name”, the toddler corrected, brow furrowing at the ‘name’ her father had imposed on her. “My name is Isa-bella Ale-jan-dra Reyes!”

She slowed down on her own syllables to make sure she said each of them correctly before grinning wide at the man, her father. Gabe’s eyes lifted to look at you, shocked that you had given her his last name before looking back to the little girl, pure love and adoration in his eyes.

“Hey there Isabella…”

Hyde and Jackie as parents headcanons, part 2 of 2.

PS: I did these a while ago but somehow got lost in my other blog (poetdameron), so I re-write them here.

  • Kitty calls every day, even when they see each other. She calls to ask how the baby is doing and when the kid grows, she calls to talk to her/him. Baby Zen (1) loves to talk to Kitty, especially once she is older and she can gossip about school and the stories her mom told her, while Baby Boy Zen is more shy but likes to talk to grandma too, Baby Zen (2) doesn’t like phones because like dad, she thinks the goverment may be into something with the phone lines and Jackie wants to kill Hyde. 
  • They also enjoys spending time with Red. When Baby Zen (1) was a newborn, she cried when passed to someone’s arms that weren’t her parent’s, but she never cried even once when given to Red. He won’t accept it, but the sight of it warmed his entire self and he pretended to be bothered by having to carry the baby when Hyde or Jackie were needed in the kitchen or somewhere else, but Kitty knows better. Eventually, the kid got used to everyone else and the crying stopped.
  • Jackie’s bedtime stories are always about her, and her favorites to tell are the ones that involve Steven. Once their little girls are older, they will ask for these stories about their parents and then go to their dad and ask about it. The first two or three times, Hyde told them the truth: “I went to jail for her because she was too young, had a future, I just couldn’t let her that way”, “Uhm, well… I wanted your mom to caught uncle Kelso because he and Laurie were annoying…”, but then he would listen to what Jackie is telling their daughters and would discover that maybe his chick isn’t making anything up, maybe all that time he did have feelings for her that then leaned to romantic feelings too. Now, every time their daughters tell him what Jackie said, he smiles and “that’s how it was, kiddo, all of it” “you punched a nasty guy because you liked her even before you were together?” “yup, all those years without she even knowing it. Actually, i did it twice, there was this moron who was bothering her and he was dressed as this ass of a dog…”
  • And of course Hyde is scared shit of not being a good father, so he low key talks all the time with Red about it. Once Eric becomes a dad too, he starts feeling better about himself when he can give his friend advice and finally notices he isn’t a bad father at all. In fact, he does it pretty good, is almost natural to him. Jackie says is because he has too much of a good heart, and he is sweet, it was obvious he was the perfect man to become a father.
  • Baby Zen (1) also adores her da, she is totally a daddy’s girl. And is so obvious Hyde spoils her, everyone teases him about it, and Jackie is proud of it because “she make Steven J. Hyde a good daddy”. Hyde kind of agrees secretely. Their boy is a big mama’s boy in a cool way, he will do whatever Jackie wants and have a more open relationship with her, always listening to her advice and so, but he wont’ be on her tit all the time. He is truly a very zen person, but can get bitchy very easily and over protective with both his sisters. Baby Zen (2) is… a mess. She is okay with both her parents, but prefers uncle Eric’s advices, she’s kind of a nerd and a rebel at the same time. Kitty says she is just searching for her identity, Hyde says she will conquer space one day since she wants to be an astronaut and first person to pee on Mars.
  • He always talks to their sons in third person: “Okay, now please don’t make a fuzz while your pa makes breakfast”, “Your ma is going to work today, so you will go with pa to Grooves”, he only does it when nobody is around. Jackie has catched him a couple of times and doesn’t understand why he gets blushed for it, she thinks is adorable.
  • She loves dressing their kids, she takes them for shopping every time she can and tries to pass her knowledge on fashion and so to them. There is no way her daughters will ever been seen dressed like poor girls, they are always looking freaking cute and nice, while there isn’t most adorable and then handsome boy than hers (as a matter of fact, Baby Boy Zen is handsome, everyone jokes he got the best genes from his parents put together into one not pretty, but actual handsome boy).
  • “YOU ARE NOT PUTTING THOSE ON OUR PRIN– STEVEN!”, there was this one time Hyde buy himself a new pair of sunglasses and found the same model but for kids, so of course he buy them for his older daughter, who’s his little princess no matter how much time passes. Worst part is, the girl loves those glasses because it make her look like da, so she won’t put them away, and Jackie can’t argue against that. Hyde enjoys the little victories of life, that’s for sure.

sassybratt9791  asked:

Hey, Ms. Librarian! I'm in need of some Inuyasha fanfiction to binge read, but I don't have time for any multi-chapter fics right now. Any chance you've got some good one-shots for me? ^.^

Hey hi hi!! Okay first off I’m sorry this took so long. I’ve been cross referencing your favorites list to make sure none of these are on you list. XD

First. I found you don’t have any of Gypsyn’s work on your favorites list. And I thought I would maybe recommend her everything. I can’t even begin to tell you the amount of love I have for her writing. Her most popular fic is by far The Half Breed’s Wife which I highly recommend. My personal favorites are A Story for Shippo (the running commentary has me in tears) and Split (cause what’s better then one Kagome? Two Kagomes that’s what.) 

You don’t have enough of Mustard Yellow Sunshine in your life cause HAVE YOU READ HER STUFF? It’s da bomb. Her newest fic Just Want To Hold Your Hand will blow you away with the fluff. And she’s got You Are My Shelter and The Journey Home and To Protect as ongoing multi-chapter fics!! 

Have you read Double Take by The Commitee?? Cause I will never not recomend this fic. Multi-chapter (sadly incomplete but I still have hope that one day they’ll finish it) And as someone who I know likes Kikyo as well I think you would enjoy this as much as I do! 

I’m surprised to see that Sachi by Quillwing717 isn’t on your radar! Cause it’s amazing and very detailed. With lots of intense scenes and mystery! If you like this you’ll love her other stuff too! She writes very long chapters. 

Okay for your multi-chap needs I would suggest L.M. Avalon she’s got things on lock. Like her little Dashed Hopes series that has two sequels (Aftermath’s Destruction and  So This Is How It Happens?)has me in love. I mean there’s a part where he kisses her to distract her from the fact he’s stealing cookies! That’s my kinda fluff right there!! If you want to drown in fluff read the one-shot Never Too Late

We Were Young by bluedragon03 the writer is a sweetheart and the fic is an absolute fluff ball of fluff. So much sugary cuteness I squeal every time. (She also writes Fairy Tail stuff so that might also intrigue you!~) 

I recently read through a lot of King Baka’s stuff and I really enjoy his writing! Separation and The Way You See Me are excellent! 

A writer that I really love and wish I could see more of is Rochoa. I really REALLY want you to read Home. Oh gosh. I love Home so so so much. Warning it’s incomplete but it’s. So. Good. 

Want to know one of my favorite oneshots? His Hands by Quickening

I hope something here is new and interesting for you! 

Starters of Things I Have Said During Episodes of Gotham (According to my Friends)
  • “I just wanna take their neck and hug it til it snaps.”
  • “YOU CANNOT CHOKE A PERSON TO DEATH IN, LIKE, 30 SECONDS.”
  • “You know you’ve been flirting correctly when it ends with a restraining order.”
  • “Hello, did someone order an I’M HERE TO FUCK EVERYTHING UP?”
  • “Oh, suck an ice cold cock.”
  • “The more hopeful you are, the more likely you are to die.”
  • “YOU FUCKING TEASE!”
  • “Am I the only one who is mildly creeped out by children’s entertainers?”
  • “Fuck me with a hammer in my eyesocket.”
  • “Ta-da! Murder!” *does jazz hands*
  • “Something about the way he moves makes me want to punch him.”
  • “Why does nobody run away? He can’t walk that fast.”
  • “Fuckin’ told you so, cockmunch.”
  • “Wouldn’t it be great to be haunted by a dog?”
  • “Okay, we get it, you’re edgy.”
  • “I stand by everything he has ever done, because he is literal perfection.”
  • “BAM, SURPRISE LESBIAN.”
  • “Everything hurts. I think I just got fucked in the feelings, and there was not enough foreplay.”
  • “I hate it when you’re craving for someone to be dominant and then they turn into a snivelling little worm.”
  • “EVERYBODY SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS–oh, fuck, who invited you?”
  • “I think that only seven people have properly died.”
  • “Okay, I need you to grab your dick and FIND YOUR SENSE OF DIGNITY.”
  • “Oh, that is it. I have tried to defend you to everyone, because I thought that they were wrong. But that little shitshow just proved to me that they were right.”
  • “Do you think his cum is freezing? Does it come out as ice?”
  • “We should really stop wondering about the average dick size of the police force.”
  • “Why doesn’t anyone use condoms?”
  • “Have you ever gotten laid in the history of ever?”

anonymous asked:

2D with a s/o who gets scared super easy and is terrified of scary movies, and maybe pretends to like them to make him happy? thanks, hun. love your writing!!😊💗

(Thank you, sweetie!)

~ 2D absolutely loved horror movies. It was to the point you were questioning which he loved more, you or the movies. Probably the movies. You always agreed to watch them with him because you knew it would make his day. You tried to act all brave but just about everything scared you in those movies. You’d hid your face in your hands or in the blanket that was draped over the two of you. 2D would ask if you were okay but you played it off and acted like you were find. You felt bad that you got so scared because he loved watching horror movies with you. You never told him how much they scared you but he suspected it when you started crying during one of the movies.

~ “Ar’ ya alrigh’?” 2D paused the movie and looked over at you. You quickly wiped your tears away and said, “Yeah! Totally! Just… some allergies?” You avoided eye contact. 2D placed his hand on your knee, “Ar’ ya scared of da film?” You looked up and shook your head. “No! Let’s finish the movie.” 2D sighed and pressed play. You tensed up when you saw the zombies start to eat the people again. You squeezed your eyes shut and whined. 2D shut the TV off and you looked up at him. “It’s okay if ya scared, we don’ have ta watch dese anymor’.” You stood up and yelled, “No! I’ll watch them! I know how much you love them and I’m willing to sit here and watch them with you. I’m okay to keep going.” 2D stood up too, “No, ya scared. I won’ force ya ta do anyfing like dis. I do love da movies bu’ I love ya mor’. I don’ wan’ ya ta be so scared ya cry.” He pulled you into a hug. “Le’s watch a movie ya like.” He went over to the TV stand and looked for one of your movies. “Thank you.” You kissed his hand and snuggled up next to him on the couch.

Suspicious Partner Ep.12

Start from Ep 11 cause that’s when I started recapping

Ep 13

As always these are real time reactions. Please DON’T SPOIL anything for me. I want to finish this series without knowing anything in advance.

Please note, this is a Language Warning. There may be foul or coarse language in this recap.

  • Wook and Bong Hee are bickering like an old married couple, something they tend to do often. And then he admits something he likely feels he shouldn’t have. In a fit of anger I think he still kinda blames her for what happened with his job. 
  • And then he loses his temper again and she gives it right back to him. Good!
  • Go away Yoo Jung no one wants you, not even the guy you cheated with. And she’s blaming everyone else but herself. 
  • The worst part is that Eun Hyuk still like her. You can see the way he looks at her but they totally blew up the musketeers and he isn’t gonna risk that again. He’s only just got his foot in the door with Ji Wook.
  • Bong Hee is out doing things by herself again because she’s an idiot. Wook told her they were going to do this together. Evil DA show up and there’s going to be trouble isn’t there. 
  • Oh crap it’s his son’s birthday. This is doubly bad. 
  • He sees Bong Hee and is angry that’s she’s happy and smiling. A confrontation on a dark street and he grabs her by the throat. Somebody call the police!
  • He’s made that she’s happy and his son is dead, despite her being found not guilty, he still thinks she murdered his son. 
  • He confesses that if he was anyone else he would have murdered her, literally ripped her to shreds for what he did. This shithead can’t get away with assaulting people so guess what buddy? I’m really looking forward to that moment when you find out the truth because then the fire of a thousands suns will bear down on you. You think no one’s gonna find out what you did? Ji Wook already knows she was injured. Just wait until he finds out it was his old boss? Buddy you are fucked ten ways to Sunday. 
  • The interesting part about the scene where he finds out is how he asks what happens, she doesn’t wanna talk about it and he lets it go. Asks if she’ll be okay and leaves it at that. He doesn’t push for an answer though I’m sure it will come out eventually. I’m wondering if she doesn’t want to cause him more grief with this guy who’s been shown to be abusive in the past (he hit Ji Wook multiple times after dropping the case), and was ultimately responsible for Ji Wook having to leave that job.
  • CEO Byun is slowly being trained to call Bong Hee by name and not treat her like a gopher which I’m very pleased about. 
  • At this point they don’t know that the murder was made to look like a robbery and that evidence was tampered with.
  • But look! Bong Hee and Ji Wook ARE working together now, tracking down evidence, talking to possible witnesses, forgetting where they parked.
  • And then the super trope of a rainstorm happens. We even get a Wook smile out of the scene. 
  • Then he gives her a look, the kinda look that says everything without saying a word. Like I said, he’s totally screwed.
  • Yoo Jung appears to be ill.
  • Wook and Bong Hee are on their way to court and run into shitheadDA. Wook puts the pieces together and takes her hand. She’s clearly scared of the guy now that he’s proven to be physically violent towards her.
  • Wook, being the smarty that he is, proposes there was no robbery committed at all and moves to dismiss all charges against defendant.
  • Yoo Jung looks like she’s about to collapse, Wook leaves Bong Hee to drive Yoo Jung home(?) and I really hope this isn’t something she’s putting on just to get his attention. Poor Bong Hee and Eun Hyuk. 
  •  Of course, Ji Wook isn’t home when Bong Hee gets there. Are we to assume the worst? Is history just repeating itself?
  • Yoo Jung asks him to come inside and “have tea”. Buddy do NOT go inside with her. She tries to explain she was “super thirsty” and he wasn’t enough for her. You know sometimes oversharing is a bad thing. He didn’t ever need to know this. 
  • So she confesses that she wants to be with him again despite having cheated on him before. Dude you already burned him once and he’s not stupid. Why would he fall for that shit again? 
  • Poor Bong Hee’s waiting up for him because despite promising herself to not like him, to keep her distance she totally can’t help it. 
  • Oh thank fuck. 
  • He doesn’t look so good and her solution is a hug. 
  • Oh shit, she tells him how she feels. Bad idea! BAD IDEA! He just told Yoo Jung no so he’s not gonna do this now. 
  • We were THIS close folks. He thought about it decided against it. 
  • Wow our poor girl’s been shot down twice now. 
  • His internal narration thought shows us that he’s scared of being burned again which is totally understandable. So now both our leads are hurting. I think it’s gonna take a while before we’re back in this position. First we need trust and communication, a good solid foundation because either is gonna lay down their hearts. 
  • On to Ep 13!
Worth Fighting For

Hey guys! Happy Chicago Fire day (or night now haha). As promised here is the story of Sylvie being shot finally. I hope I did this story justice, but it is a long one since I had plenty of my own ideas. I may do another story since I wanted her injured longer but I was already up to 5k words when Antonio found out, so her fighting for her life would have made it too long. Enjoy! 

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So I just learned what a “closed specie” is. And I got to say. What. The. Hell. Can’t stop laughing now. So instead of paying artists to draw your oc, artists pay you. Sounds like one of those lame “In Soviet Russia” jokes. ………………………………………….. So I just had to make one

Called them Curlyhorns because horns. And they are curly.
3rd horn for da magikz. Too much magikz make it (horn) fly away, but not too far.  Some of them learned how to use it as a ranged weapon and poke far away stuff.
Also magic wings made of magic.
Amoun of legs: 5-6. Can run at 100mph, but who needs running when you can fly. Probably.
Butt feathers for showing off
It glows (all good ocs glow)
Has no mouth, but still can talk. With it’s mind. Creepy af if you don’t expect it
Has a size of a small american car. And just as ugly You prabably can ride it. If yo want that is.
Their personality depends on their eye color (that’s how it works in cartoons, right?)
Will sell for your soul, like… 1 DA point maybe?
But donut steel it. It’s copyrighted, parts of it are copyrighted and even color schemes are. So you can’t design your OCs based on this. No no no. NUUUUUUUUUUUUU. Unless you paid a whole 1 da point that is, then it’s ok.

Design turned out a bit less parody like than I expected, but I guess that’ll do
Seriously tho, if you still didn’t understand that it’s a parody, it is

Afraid (Frank Castle x Reader)

Summary: You’re a nurse on duty when Frank is strapped to his hospital bed.

Word Count: 500ish

Warnings: couple of swears

A/N: I don’t really know what this is, my friend told me I should try and write for Frank so I tried.

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“(Y/n) we have people coming in with gun wounds and knife wounds. Someone has to go in there and give him his meds and everyone else has got their hands full right now so it has to be you.” Your colleague said as he walked past wheeling along a man who was bleeding profusely.

“C'mon (y/n), he’s strapped to the bed. He’s not gonna hurt you.” You said to yourself as you took a deep breath and walked into the room

“How are you feeling today Mr Castle?”

“Like shit.” He grumbled.

“Well, these meds will kick in soon enough and hopefully you’ll feel better.” You smiled at him.

“I could see you giving yourself a pep talk outside. You’re scared of me. But c'mon, look, I’m strapped down to this bed, I ain’t getting out of this any time soon. You don’t have to be scared.”

“Well can you blame me? You came into this hospital not a week ago and started shooting.” You looked at him accusingly.

He looked away and said “Well I didn’t hurt no one who didn’t deserve it.”

“But you scared a hell of a lot of people too Mr Castle.”

“Frank. Call me Frank.”

“Okay, even though I’m still kinda scared about what happened the other day, I do believe in what you’re doing Frank. Daredevil’s great and all, but those guys just get back up and carry on doing what they did. But with you, they’re not gonna come back from what you do the them.” He didn’t reply.

“Do you want anything, food or water?” You asked.

“A glass of water would be nice, I guess.” He shrugged.

You walked to the table by the door and poured a glass of water and came over to him and put it to his mouth.

You kept it in your hands and sat down in the visitor chair.

“So what made you become ‘The Punisher’?” You asked after a minute or two of silence.

“I came back from the war, only to have my family killed right before me.” He said bluntly.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Are the people responsible the ones you’ve been going after?”

“Yeah, along with a bunch of other shitheads who think they can get away with doing the things they do.” He spat.

“You know, one of my friends from college was murdered a few months back. Daredevil found the guy and beat him to a pulp, but he was fine, he just got up and killed again as soon as he healed up. He was one of the guys you shot up in the bar. So I guess I have to thank you for that.” You smiled at him, and saw a glimmer of a smile back from him before his expression went cold as the DA walked in.

“Why are you talking to Mr Castle?” She snapped at you.

You turned around to face her, and showed her the glass of water in your hands, “I was just giving him a drink, Ms Reyes. Nobody’s been in here for hours, he was parched.”

You put the glass on the side and walked towards the door, “I’ll bring some more meds for when these wear off later. Goodbye Mr Castle.”

“See you around (y/n).” He said with a small smile as you left. ‘How did he know my name? Oh wait, he must have looked at my pass.’ You thought to yourself as you went to go clean up the people caught in Frank’s crossfire.

Missed You

A/N: a little glimpse into our future.

Rafael had been away for a week and I missed him, we’d never been apart for so long since we got married. The DA had come down hard on him about this one though and there was no escaping his ‘punishment,’ as Raf likes to call it. The DA had practically ordered Raf on his retreat with a few of the other ADAs, a camping trip in Massachusetts. I’d laughed endlessly for a week after Raf had come home with a letter from the DA, he had handed me the paper like a child grudgingly handing over a bad report card.

The DA’s letter had been convincing, Rafael did need some time off and most certainly needed encouraging when it came to bonding with his colleagues. I’d sided with the DA, much to Raf’s chagrin. Rafael had followed me around with excuses and entreaties to be allowed to stay at home.

“Priti, I can’t just leave you here with Lina! It’s not fair on you.”

Oh, Lina is our 10 month old daughter, just to get you caught up! We named her Catalina, after Abuelita.

“Raf, since when have you been concerned about my ability to take care of Lina by myself?” I had asked skeptically, raising my eyebrows just as he did when he was feeling sarcastic. “This will be a good experience for you, you never know, you might even learn something.”

Raf pouted and lifted Lina out of my arms. “You’ll miss me, won’t you mija?” he cuddled our daughter to his chest. Lina gurgled and stuck her fat little palms in his face, which Raf took as assent. “See my daughter will miss me.”

“She is only your daughter when you’re using her to try to win an argument.”

“Well my daughter agrees.”

“Well it’s a pity your wife doesn’t.”

That was pretty much the end of the conversation.


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Criminal Minds AU: Not Fair

A/N: Hello, lovelies!! So, the Queen of Angst is back with another season 12 drabble for my Criminal Minds AU! In this latest installment, Allyson goes to talk to her brother the day before his plea hearing to hopefully try to ease his mind. But, as we all know, it sadly does not work and she’s forced to watch them take her brother away to prison. Not gonna lie. This one hurt a lot to do :(

You can find the rest of my AU here and be on the lookout for the next chapter of “Penelope” coming soon!

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Five years.

That’s what the DA was planning to offer him. They would be willing to drop his sentence from twenty-five years to just five. He would only be 42 when he got out as opposed to in his 60s. He would still have so much of his life ahead of him. And there was always the possibility of parole on the table, something that Allyson highly doubted her brother would have any problem getting.

There was just one problem: he needed to plead guilty.

Allyson knew as soon as Emily told her about the plea deal that she felt just as uneasy about it. Especially given the fact that as of right now, this looked like the best option. Even though everyone on the team knew that Reid didn’t do this and they knew that he had been set up, the fact of the matter was this: a jury didn’t care about a person’s morality. They cared about evidence. And right now, Scratch had done a hell of a good job ensuring that he had stacked the evidence against her brother as high as it would go.

Spencer’s plea hearing was scheduled for the following day. He’d been sitting in the interrogation room nearly all day with Emily and Fiona, going over all of his options. The plea deal had come to them around midday, and the lawyer who had presented it had made it very clear that nothing this good was going to come around between now and tomorrow.

Nothing short of catching this son of a bitch, that is.

Since she wouldn’t get a chance to see her brother before his hearing tomorrow, Allyson had been granted permission to go and see him for a few minutes before he was sent back to his holding cell. Though she hadn’t flat-out said it, it was clear that Emily wanted her to discuss with him the possibility of taking the plea deal. But right now, all Allyson wanted to do was spend the little time they had left together wisely.

She wasted no time in wrapping her brother up in a hug the second she stepped into the room. It had been several days since they brought him back from Mexico—several of the longest days Allyson remembered ever experiencing in her life.

“How are you doing?” she asked when they finally broke apart, noting that while he looked significantly better than when they had originally found him in Mexico, the dark circles under his eyes suggested that he still wasn’t completely great.

“Okay,” Reid replied. It was a lie. They both knew it. But Allyson knew that she would also being lying if she said she was doing okay. Neither of them would be fully okay until this whole thing was over.

“How’s your hand?” she asked, motioning to the bandage wrapped around his right palm.

Reid shrugged. “It hurts. But it’s getting better.” She nodded, and for a moment, they were both silent. Allyson knew there were about a million things going through each of their heads, but nothing seemed right to say right now.

“Did…Did Emily talk to you about the deal?” Reid asked, finally breaking the silence.

Allyson felt a lump form in her throat, forcing her to merely nod. “She mentioned it, yeah.”

Reid took a deep breath. “What do you think?” Neither of them seemed eager to look the other in the eyes.

Allyson shrugged. “I mean. Five years is way better than twenty-five.” She paused, not sure if she could say the next words stuck in her throat.

“But…I’d be a convicted felon,” Reid replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I’d never be able to work for the FBI again.”

Allyson felt tears crop up in the corners of her eyes and tried to subtly wipe them away. “Yeah, but…you can do so much, Spence. With your brains, there are so many opportunities out there.”

“I don’t care about that,” Reid said. “The FBI is my home. It’s where I belong. I…I don’t want to go anywhere else.”

Allyson tried her best to continue to swallow back the sobs, but she couldn’t hold it in much longer. “This isn’t fair,” she said, finally looking up at her brother, tears streaming down her cheeks. “None of this is fair.” She took a deep shuddering breath and shook her head. “You don’t deserve any of this.”

To her horror, she saw tears forming in her brother’s eyes too. “I know,” he choked out. “But…what if this is our best option? What if this is what we should do?”

Allyson wiped at her eyes—an act that seemed useless as the tears were being replaced just as quickly. “It can’t be,” she said. “I refuse to accept the fact that your best course of action is claiming guilty to a crime you didn’t commit. That’s just…it’s not right, Spence.”

Reid paused a moment. When he spoke next, she could definitely hear the emotion in his voice. “Ally, what am I supposed to do?”

Allyson wished she had an answer for him. More than anything, she wished she knew what to do in this scenario. But it seemed like every option they had was worse than the last one. There was no easy out this time.

“I don’t know,” she said, biting her lip against the sobs. “But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared for you.” She shuddered as a sob broke through and she looked up into her brother’s tear-filled eyes. “Because I’m fucking terrified, Spence.”

As they both fought against the growing fear and sorrow inside of them, the twins pulled each other close, wrapping their arms around each other, burying their faces into the other’s shoulders. Though Allyson couldn’t fully speak for Spencer, she had a feeling he was thinking along the same lines as her:

Please don’t let this be the last time I see him.

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The entire team showed up early at the courthouse the next morning. It was clear by the sour looks on everyone’s faces that no one had gotten any decent sleep the night before. Allyson knew she had spent the evening curled up on the couch, crying until she didn’t think she could cry anymore. The nausea that had been steadily growing in the pit of her stomach was nearly painful at this point. The last thing she needed was to spend the entirety of Spencer’s hearing getting sick in the bathroom.

There was one bit of good news that the team got when they had arrived. Rossi started out by stating that he was taking it upon himself to post bail, no matter what it was. Even though Allyson knew he had a small fortune from his time as an author, she still felt her heart warm at the gesture.

“Oh, I could kiss you!” Garcia exclaimed, planting a swift peck on Rossi’s cheek.

At this moment, Emily joined the group. “They’re about to get started,” she said, prompting the team to head into the courthouse. Allyson made her way up to their Unit Chief.

“How is he?” she asked, realizing that she both wanted and didn’t want to know the answer to that question.

“He’s scared,” Emily replied, sounding like she hated admitting that fact out loud. “But he’s made his choice. And I have faith in Fiona. She’s very good. She’ll present his case well.”

As much as Allyson wanted to have faith in Emily’s lawyer friend, she knew that winning over a judge was a lot easier said than done. Not only that, but the charges being brought against her brother were severe. They weren’t going to let him off quite so easily.

The team took their seats in the first two rows. Allyson took a seat beside Garcia. Just like always, her dearly beloved analyst wasted no time in reaching over and taking her hand, enveloping it in both of hers. She gave it a gentle squeeze as the door in the back opened and Reid walked in, escorted by two guards. Allyson took a shuddering breath, already feeling the tears return. This is not fair, she thought yet again. He looks like a goddamn criminal.

Reid glanced back briefly at the team and did his best to flash them a reassuring smile. But it was short-lived as the courthouse was asked to rise upon the entrance of the judge. She took her seat at the head of the room and a hush fell over the crowd as the hearing began.

Allyson barely thought she was breathing during, what proceeded to be, the longest five minutes of her life. At the start of the hearing, the charges were read (sounded even more awful when all laid out like that), and the judge asked Reid for his plea.

“Not guilty, your honor,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm and level.

What followed next was a series of back and forths between the DA and Fiona. Emily hadn’t been lying; she was good. While he was doing everything in his power to paint Reid out as a dangerous criminal who needed to be put behind bars until the trial, Fiona was right on his heels, counteracting every one of his statements with concrete and truthful statements about why house-arrest was a much better solution. Everything from being a caretaker to his mentally ill mother, to even pointing out the various members of the BAU who would be willing to testify on his behalf, she never once slowed down. Allyson knew that when this was all over, she would owe her big time.

That is, until the judge proclaimed three words that would haunt her nightmares for a long, long time: “Bail is denied.”

“WHAT?” Allyson screamed, her exclamation nearly lost in the pounding of the judge’s gavel.

“Defendant will be remanded to federal custody pending trial.”

Allyson’s eyes widened with terror, tears spilling down her cheeks as her brother turned to face them all. For the first time in his life, he seemed completely at a loss for words. This isn’t right, Allyson thought to herself as she got to her feet. This is not fair.

“They can’t do this,” she said. “Emily! Emily, tell them they can’t do this!” But to her horror, she saw her Unit Chief turn to her, her dark eyes sparkling with tears, her mouth unable to form any kind of words that would make this situation seem any less horrible.

“They can’t do this,” Allyson repeated, watching as the two guards who had escorted her brother in make their way back over to him. “You can’t do this!” she yelled, taking a step forward only to be held back by Rossi. For an old man, he had a surprisingly strong grip.

“This isn’t fair,” Allyson said, her voice shaking with the sobs in her throat, tears now streaming endlessly down her cheeks. “They can’t take him. They can’t—”

But the rest of her words caught in her throat as, to her horror, she watched her poor, sweet, innocent brother be led out of that courtroom in handcuffs. Just like a goddamn criminal. Allyson didn’t remember much after that as she stopped fighting against Rossi’s hold and instead collapsed onto his chest, hoping and praying (not for the first, and certainly not for the last time) that this was perhaps just one, big nightmare.

The Eaves Have Ears (Stiles)

honestly, i feel like this title is wasted on this fic but i know for a fact that i’ll probably never use the title on anything else, so i’m not gonna hold out and forget it. 


“If you think she’s cute you’re not going about it the right way.” You heard a voice saying sternly and you paused. Something about it was familiar, but in a way that you thought maybe you should hang around and eavesdrop.

“She’s not just cute, Lydia. She’s adorable, and hot, and sexy, and beautiful.” You heard a male voice reply weakly and you started. Stiles. Stiles has a crush on someone, you thought with a hint of evil joy, the exploitation options on this…

“Alright… So?” Lydia replied, tone encouraging but with a little annoyance. “Are you going to act on this? Are you even interested enough to act? Better yet, could this be long term?”

You nodded along with her words, all very useful. Things you yourself wanted to know because if you were going to solve this mystery and embarrass him properly, something you’d yet to accomplish, you needed all the information.

“I don’t know! She… She always brushes me off, I can’t exactly make any kind of move if I don’t know that she’ll… agree!” He complained loudly and even without the visual you could see him running his hands through his hair with a little frustration while the other hand gestured toward the ceiling. A burst of fond affection filled you and you smiled a private smile.

One Stiles would never see because then he’d be all over you making jokes about how in love with him you were. But you’re not. In love, that is. You’re in make him suffer. That’s what your feelings are.

“Stiles, I can’t help you if you won’t help yourself.” Lydia sighed and you muffled a giggle. Half of Lydia was sighs and eye rolls. You’d think she was possessed if you didn’t know better.

“Can’t you just… Do that girly thing where you talk about all the guys you’re into?” He whined and you practically felt Lydia straighten and give him a glare.

“I have heard you and Scott, so don’t even say it’s a “girly” thing.” She snapped and then you heard heels clicking on the tile toward you.

Oh no. Oh god. Oh dear.

Quickly, you stepped around the corner, your steps slightly too fast for the casual you were trying to appear, your face a little too set.

“Oh, hi Y/N.” Lydia grinned like a cat as she passed you by and you fought off a blush you didn’t know the origins of. You’d done nothing wrong, except spying, so there was no need to blush and feel like you’re under a microscope.

“Y/N.” Stiles says slowly and you freeze, your head turning as if it were slow motion toward where he’s staring at you.

“Stiles.” You reply just as ominously, still trying to play it off.

“Were you eavesdropping?” He rumbles, taking a step toward you and your face combusts, likely going entirely red if the heat is anything to go by.

“No!” You squeak before taking off down the hallway, infused with confusion about why you’re so nervous, eavesdropping isn’t even that bad. You peek back once, taking in his slightly fearful expression before he turns and hurries away, calling after Lydia.


“I love Stiles, I do.” Lydia says calmly, elbow crooked through yours, directing you across the tile floor and your steps click clacking a matching tattoo as she pulls you into the next store. “He’s great. He is probably my best friend. He will be there for you whenever you need him, he’ll always try to protect and help. And he’s just an overall lovable goof most of the time. But there are some qualities he lacks.”

Why she’s telling you this you have no idea. Half of this stuff you already knew about him, like that he and Lydia are almost as close as he and Scott now. And from both their reassurances, its platonic. Not that you cared whether it was platonic or not. You didn’t care.

“He lacks good people skills, that’s the one your most likely to see. But he also lacks finesse, the steady hand or emotionlessness needed to do some things, for example- ask a girl out.”

“Emotionlessness needed to ask a girl out?” You snort and she offers you a glare that you nod at. Right, no interrupting.

“That was a poor word choice I suppose, but one needs to have a certain level of fearlessness to accept rejection. He couldn’t handle it.” She explains further and you pull her to a stop, gazing at the shoe racks before you.

“This is all great, but why’re you telling me? Shouldn’t you be secretly coaching and guiding mystery girl?” You mumble, picking up a lavender pair of Mary Janes and gazing at them longingly. Not your size, and none with your size in sight.

“Mystery girl?”

“We all know I was eaves dropping. So who is she? Can you tell me?” You ask, setting the heels down and turning back to your red haired friend, and wrinkling your nose at her expression of consternation. “What?”

“You didn’t hear who it was.” She laughs softly, and you lick your lips, trying not to pick up the pale purple shoes behind you. You wait while she pulls out her phone, fingers tapping out a message that is likely to Stiles.

“Oh, did you want me to help him get her? I’d be really bad at that; I really want to embarrass him.” You wonder aloud while Lydia types. “Crush him, even.”

“That’s lovely.” She says absently and you giggle, touching her elbow gently and guiding her down the aisle as her phone starts pinging with messages and she responds as quickly as the rapid fire beeping.  


“Hey, Y/N.” Stiles pipes up from behind you and you turn to him with a beaming smile.

“Lover boy, who is she?” You ask instantly, and he flushes, rubbing his hair and flattening one side of the mess.

“Who’s who? You? You’re you.” He mutters, glancing around and you snort. Leaning against the locker beside yours, you meet his eyes head on and cross your arms challengingly.

“Fine.” He mutters sourly, stepping closer and into your space, and your heart speeds strangely. It’s Stiles. You’re not into Stiles, and you shouldn’t be reacting like you are. “Just know, you’re a little snake, and I’m only telling you because I don’t want you to pester me in front of the others and start them up.”

“Noted.” You snicker, your chin tilting up teasingly, even as you have to look up as he towers over you some. You feel your stomach flip as he rests his palm against the locker above you, the pose almost caging, but all you feel is warm. “But you should also know this plan is very likely to backfire in your face.”

“Noted.” He groans softly, swallowing hard and shifting imperceptibly closer and you can’t help shifting with him, leaning toward him. “But I think it’ll keep you quiet.”

“Stop killing time, Stiles, I’m waiting.”

“This girl.” He says slowly and your lips part into a childlike grin as you rise onto your tippy toes, excitement and cold blooded fear thrumming through your veins. Who is she? Why does he even like her when he could like you?

“Yes?”

Why do you want him to like you?

“Her name.”

“What is it?”

“It’s Y/N.” He says softly and you frown. That can’t be right.

“That can’t be right.” You blink and he forces a tight smile, pulling back but not removing his hand from the locker above you.

“Why not?” He argues softly, his voice paper thin and soured by something you can’t name.

Or maybe you can.

Hurt.

“Because I’d know.” You say obviously, meeting his eyes with your own and a part of you wonders why you’re arguing this and not kissing him. Another part of you also wonders why you’re thinking of kissing him.

“That doesn-”

“Does too. You said you were in love with Lydia all the time.” You prod and he groans softly, throwing his head back and glaring at the ceiling.

“I was a kid.”

“And you’re not now?”

“My best friends an incompetent werewolf running a pack.” He counters sharply and you scoff, poking your tongue at him and he groans softly. “You’re such an idiot.”

“But you have a crush on me.” You shrug and he blinks at the words, lips parting.

“You aren’t going to start this.” He groans and you clap happily, stepping into his space, your chest nearly brushing his.

“Don’t you doubt it.” You whisper softly and his breath hisses through his teeth. And suddenly his lips are pressed to yours, his hands pulling you against him while his body drives you back. The lockers shudder as you back into them and he groans, his tongue swiping across your lips. Melting under his touch, your lips part without hesitation and you moan at the taste of him. Your finger clutch at his shoulders and your nails dig into his shirt, likely leaving scratches on his skin.

“You taste so good.” He whimpers, as a sharp whistle parts your lips. Pressing your forehead to his, all you can do is gasp and gape, wondering just where that came from. And why you’ve ever denied having the biggest crush on the biggest dork.

“Of course I taste good; you’ve got a crush on me.” You manage to whisper with flushed cheeks and he groans loudly, pulling away from you and swiping a palm over his jaw as he glares at you. “Don’t pout, you can’t surprise a girl like that.”

“A good surprise?” He asks hesitantly and you roll your eyes, grinning at him.

“A hot one, to say the least.” You shrug, grabbing your books from your locker and slamming it closed.

“To say the least?” He whines, following doggedly as you push through the crush of students.


ta da! there we are

@ailynalonso15

tomorrow (niall horan oneshot)

prompt: “It’s okay if you don’t smile today. I’ll just try again tomorrow.” 

or the one where you’ve been down and out a lot lately and niall, the boy you’ve had an unofficial thing with, has made it his mission to make everything all better.

requested by/dedicated to: romelo 

Originally posted by myniallerproblems

The sun was just beginning to rise as you sat outside, watching as the sun slowly started creeping into the sky. The fire escape attached to your apartment was the place you went to think when things just weren’t going right, and lately, it seemed as if your life just couldn’t stop going left.  

You dangled your feet from between the bars of the railing, holding on to the railing as if you were a prisoner to life itself. You really didn’t know why you’d been feeling so low. Your family was probably worried, and your friends texted every day asking how you felt but you really hadn’t bothered to answer any of them. You just weren’t feeling like doing much of anything.

You slowly pushed yourself back off the ledge before standing up, grabbing your mug of coffee off the ground beside you as you moved to stand and lean against the railing. You brought your mug up to your lips as you rested your elbows against the chipping white paint of the metal railing. This coffee was the only source of energy you had, your sleep having been dangerously lacking. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d gotten a good night’s rest. 

You heard the window behind you open and you turned your head to glance at who was coming out, seeing it to just be Niall. 

“Mind if I join you?” Niall asked, still standing inside your apartment.

You shrugged, keeping your eyes on the horizon.

“How are you feeling?” Niall tried again to start a conversation as he stepped out onto the rusting fire escape and closed the window halfway behind him.

Again, you shrugged.

Niall walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. Out of a new found habit you rested back against him slightly, as he stood silently behind you.

After a few minutes of silence Niall spoke again, “Y’know when i was a boy, me Ma and I use t’get up and watch the sunrise together.” 

You tilted your head a little to look up at him, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Niall said, his eyes squinted as he looked off into the distance, as if trying to remember the last time they ever did.

“My dad and I used to go fishing together at four in the morning and we’d stay out long enough to watch the sunrise.” 

“Wit me ma and da living so far away it becomes a lil’bit hard to watch ‘em together.” Niall said, and you nodded, you dad had died when you were eleven, which was the last time you’d watched it together.

“My mom and I barely talk anymore.” 

Niall nodded his head.

It got quiet again after that for a while. With you resting your back against Niall’s chest, the two of you watching the sunrise together. It was a peaceful kind of silence, one you found most soothing.

“What are you doing up at this hour, how’d you know I was even out here?” You asked out of the blue.

“You’ll make fun of me for it.”

“No I won’t.”

“I don’really know how to explain it, I just kind’o had a feeling you were awake, and I know this is your favorite spot t’come an think.” 

You nodded, “But why’d you come, I know you’ve been working the last few days, I got all of your messages, sorry I didn’t answer.”

“It’s okay, I figured you were feelin’ bad again, this isn’t yer first time doing this, y’know.”

“That doesn’t exactly answer my question.” You said softly, as Niall let go of you, moving to stand beside you, hands rested on the small metal fence protecting you from falling several stories to your death. 

“I want to help you feel better, n’i figured it’d be a lot easier if i did it here in person.” 

“Oh.”

Niall nodded lightly, still looking off into the distance.

“I’m making it my mission t’get you smiling again.” 

You were flattered, you looked over at Niall and this time he was looking back at you, you’d never taken the time in all of these months to look at Niall completely. The way his blue eyes had little specks of green and different shades of blue, or the little dimple on his cheek.

The two of you stood there in silence, eyes locked as your bodies started to move a little closer, Niall leaning in and you following suit, slightly tilting your head as your lips met, your eyes falling shut. 

Niall had never kissed more than your cheek or your forehead before, this was new and foreign to you but for some reason it felt so, so right. The two of you kissed for only a few moments before Niall pulled back, looking at you as your eyes opened, he was smiling.

“Y’know I hope you liked that as much as I did,” Niall said, running a hand through his slightly messy hair.

You didn’t know what to say, so you nodded your head. 

“I’m sorry if I caught you off guard, the moment was right there and you looked so beautiful I couldn’t help myself, and now I’m babbling. M’sorry.” Niall rushed out, and you shook your head, almost smiling at his words.

“Don’t be sorry.” You spoke up quietly.

Niall looked up, having still been babbling, face slightly red as he said, “Come again?”

“Don’t be sorry.” You said, louder this time, “I liked it.”

Niall looked a little relieved. 

You smiled, despite it being extremely faint. 

“So what all do you have planned to bring me out of this state I’m in?” You asked, an easy attempt to change the subject.

Niall looked back up from the ground, scratching his neck for a moment before he moved closer to you. You turned to face him, your hands in the big pocket of your sweatshirt.

“I was thinking I could do this,” Niall begins, gently reaching out to pull you closer to him, his arms moving to wrap around your waist, your chest up against his as he looked down at you with a small smile, “and maybe this,” he paused again, leaning down to press his lips to your again in a gentle and caring kiss, mumbling, “I was thinkin’ you could borrow my sweatshirt, and I could offer to do this,” Niall pauses once more, starting to sway you slightly, hands resting on your waist as the two of you dance, you were blushing now. 

“..And if all of that doesn’t work, it’s okay if you don’t smile, I’ll just have to try again tomorrow,” Niall said softly as you rested your hands on his chest.

Your lip trembled a little, you were almost crying from happiness, it was pathetic how sweet little gestures could turn you into a blubbering sap for hours.

“You’re so good to me,” You breathed as Niall reached a hand up to twirl you around, pulling you closer once more.

“I’m only doing what you deserve,” He says back to you.

“I don’t deserve this.” 

“You deserve to be happy, and if I could make it so you were happy with me, I’d do it without hesitation.” He said confidently.

“What’re you saying?” 

“I’m saying I want you to be my girlfriend, (Y/N). Would you do me the honor?” 

Here come the happy tears again, this time you smile, lunging towards him to wrap him in a tight hug, smiling widely, nodding your head in excitement.

Niall let out a soft laugh, smiling equally as wide as he leaned down to kiss you again softly, making you smile even more.

You kissed his lips repeatedly, the two of you still dancing without music. You probably looked like loons but you really didn’t care.

“I’m so glad you were here.” You said, hugging him once more, burying your face into his neck.

Niall nodded his head lightly before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Hey, (Y/N),”

You tilted your head up to look at him, “yeah?”

“Mission accomplished.” Niall leaned down, kissing your lips once more gently. 

It felt good to feel happy once more. 

smillingsection  asked:

3, 9, 14

3. Tried to make a sim based on a celebrity? 

Nope, that’s one thing I’ve really tried to stay away from so far, because I would feel far too embarrassed and cringy and it’d be super inaccurate and ew xD I’ve made a lot of DA chars as well as OCs from different games in sims tho, and to me they are probably celebrities xD just like my Internet wife&twin’s simselves.

9. Had a sim be saved from death? 

Answered! You picked 15 instead.

14. Played Sims with a friend or family member? 

Yes! I’ve played with the friend who got me into TS2 in the first place twice or so, sadly she’s no longer around :/ and I used to also play with my brother, which I haven’t done in a while. Whenever I’m at my fam’s, I also play with my cousin, aka we both sit in one room with our computers and check on the other’s game every now and then xD

15. Skipped a meal to play Sims? 

Not that I know of, I think I only recently missed an entire family meal for the first time? And that was not because of sims. I have however come a few minutes late A LOT of times or just postponed it an hour when home alone.

Thanks for asking, Mary!