Here’s the Soulmate!AU collab@rickandmortygetschwifty and I did together! :) It was so awesome to work on this with you; you’re so amazing <3
Please, read @rickandmortygetschwifty ‘s part of the collab right here, under the cut!! (The comic will make more sense, after you’ve read it) Prepare to weep! The fic is long and heart-wrenchingly beautiful!!
For longer than you’ve known, you never truly understood
what a soulmate was.
Your first memory was of your mother hovering over you,
inspecting the reddening bruise that was blossoming over your knee. She was
looking over at you in disapproval, tutting as she tried to hush your sobs.You
couldn’t help the tears that ran down your cheeks as you cradled your leg and
begged your mother to make it stop hurting.The pain you felt was unlike
anything you experienced before. And so you cried and cried, hoping that your
screams would drown out the unpleasant sensations.
Your mother simply picked you up, whispering sweet things
into your ear as she bandaged you up.
“Oh, you poor little thing,” she cooed, flicking you
playfully on the nose. “Rick, you need to be more careful, or you’ll make your
soulmate sad too.
i really do think we should start using the term “experience gap” instead of “age gap” for a number of reasons. first, i feel like a lot of young people reach a point where they think age is just arbitrary / they’re unique and smart, and are therefore resistant to a patronizing idea that they aren’t mature enough to pursue ‘adult’ relationships when it’s not a comment on your intelligence at all- you can be the smartest person in the world and there’s still going to be an experience gap between you at age 16 and someone else who has had objectively more life experience at 24. and secondly, i think mentioning the experience gap when critiquing relationships between young adults and older adults helps people realize some of the issues of power in these relationships beyond 'well they’re both legal so whats the problem’
what's your thoughts on people who lose that spark in their relationship?
Ok so someone once sent this to me and it makes sense to me, pretty much explains it:
Every relationship has a cycle… In the beginning; you fall in love with your partner. You anticipate their calls, want their touch, and like their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love wasn’t hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and a spontaneous experience. You didn’t have to DO anything. That’s why it’s called “falling” in love.
People in love sometimes say, “I was swept of my feet.” Picture the expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something happened TO YOU.
Falling in love is a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few months or years of being together, the euphoria of love fades. It’s a natural cycle of EVERY relationship.
Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse’s idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship; you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.
At this point, you and/or your partner might start asking, “Am I with the right person?” And as you reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when relationships breakdown.
The key to succeeding in a relationship is not finding the right person; it’s learning to love the person you found.
People blame their partners for their unhappiness and look outside for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes.
Infidelity is the most common. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your relationship. It lies within it.
I’m not saying that you couldn’t fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you’d feel better. But you’d be in the same situation a few years later.
Because (listen carefully to this):
The key to succeeding in a Relationship is not finding the right person; it’s learning to love the Person you found.
SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. You have to work on it day in and day out. It takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it demands WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make it work. Make no mistake about it.
Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your partner), Just as there are physical laws Of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. If you know how to apply these laws, the results are predictable.
Love is therefore a “decision”. Not just a feeling.
Synopsis: Stolen from Earth when you were only a teenager, what is left of your life
consists of training to become an obedient pleasure slave on Sakaar… that is, until
the Grandmaster, your slave driver, decides to gift you to King Loki, who seeks
to visit to observe one of the Grandmaster’s infamous gladiator fights. Now,
you belong to him, obliged to fulfil his every need. A truly tempting
opportunity, is it not? After all—who is the God of Mischief to miss out on all
the fun that comes with being king of Asgard?
Pairing: Loki x Reader Rating: M Chapter: 1/1 (Oneshot) Words: 6725 Warnings: (sexual) submission, kidnapping, (sexual) slavery, imprisonment,
mentions of abuse, dub-con, smut
Your apartment was like a ghost town. The emptiness echoed every time you stepped foot in the sad space. His shoes were missing by the front door. Your keys were never on the side table. There was evidence that people lived there. Ramen packets in the trash. Used coffee cups on the sink. But no one had really been around for two weeks.
Two weeks. This was the longest you had gone without speaking to Hoseok, yet alone seeing him. The fight at Yoongi’s was the worst you ever had. His sharp tongue dug wounds that even stitches couldn’t heal. He had been keeping himself occupied at Yoongi’s or the dance studio. Your heart sank into your chest anytime you came home and heard the washing machine running, only to find that the person who was wearing them was nowhere to be found.
A small part of you enjoyed the quiet. You were able to spread all your materials out on the coffee table. Bags of chips and half empty iced lattes were littered in between stacks of highlighted notes. He wasn’t there to yell at you when you fell asleep face first on your microbiology homework, the lines of the pages leaving imprints on your cheeks.
You did miss him. The two of you had been friends for years. But this time it was not your turn to say sorry. If Hoseok wanted things to go back to normal, he would have to swallow his large amount of pride and apologize.
But you had never heard Hoseok apologize in his life.
Prompt: i’m sick on halloween but told you to go have fun at the party anyway but instead you surprised me with a blanket fort, tons of candy and all my favourite scary movies Word Count: 985 Rating: T A/N: A lot of people are starting to like Steve in season 2, which I am angry about because I’ve been in love with him since the first time I saw him. But yeah, more Steve love though! Special thanks to @keithstellations for being a lifesaver.
Out of all the days that you could’ve been sick, it had to be on Halloween. You really shouldn’t have wimped out of getting a flu shot.
You sighed and sneezed, lazily slumping down on your couch surrounded by tissue boxes and uneaten sweets, while watching various trick or treaters swear at the doorstep when no came to give them candy. Unsurprisingly, the rest of your family members had their own plans on Halloween and decided to leave you. Alone. Some family, huh?
Your plan was just to keep wallowing and sulking when suddenly, the phone rang from across the room. You mentally groaned at how far away it was before pushing yourself to get up. After taking what felt like a million sluggish steps to the phone, you answered it with a snotty, “Hello?”
“Y/N? Where are you? I’ve been trying to find you everywhere,” Steve paused, and you panicked when you heard what he said next. “You didn’t forget about the party, did you?”
“It’s not that, Steve, I’m just,” you stopped to blow your nose, quickly disposing the napkin. “Sick. Like my-head’s-so-hot-I-can’t-see-straight sick. I’m really sorry.”
You heard nothing but silence on the other linefor a while, then Steve finally spoke up, panic and concern clearly audible in his tone. “You’re sick?! How come you didn’t tell me? Great, now I have to go find Dustin’s old fever kit. Wait shit, I think that’s at Max’s house. Hold on, I’m coming-”
“Steve, no! Go have fun at the party. Please. I don’t need anyone here. I’d feel better if I knew you had fun. I’ll be okay!” You pleaded, twirling the phone’s cord as you did so. You knew it would be hard to convince him, but you had to try.
“Fine. At least tell me there’s someone else with you.” You smiled, despite yourself. He really cared. But now you realized that if you told him that you were alone, surely he would come rushing over.
“Uhhh… yeah… there’s someone with me here.” Trailing off, anyone could see that you were most likely lying. “Steve…”
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
That son of a bitch hung up. Despite this, you grinned. Steve was probably, scratch that, the best boyfriend ever.
Just like he promised, you heard his car pull up to the curb several minutes later, and once again you forced yourself to get up and get the door just as he was about to ring the doorbell. Steve stood there, armed with pillows and a bunch of bags, smiling brightly at you. “Surprise.”
You rolled your eyes but let him in, watching him trudge through you humble abode while carrying what seemed like a thousand bags. Chuckling, you asked, “Are you staying the night or preparing for a war?”
Steve sighed, looking around your living room and the piles of tissues and candy. “Maybe both.”
You were about to go help him with his stuff when he quickly stopped you, leading you back to your couch. Before you could resist, he looked at you with eyes that told you it would be unwise to get up, while piling blankets on top of you to make sure you wouldn’t get away. “Nope. Not gonna happen. You need to get some rest.”
“Y/N.” You finally gave in, but not before voicing your discomfort and mumbling how you felt like a child. He quickly rearranged your blankets, then pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “Better?”
From then on, you drifted in and out of sleep, often only waking up when Steve came over to change the cloth on your forehead or to check you temperature. He seemed to be hard at work on something, since you could hear his swears and attempts to get something to work. Once, you even heard him drop something, causing him to wince in pain.
Then Steve came back, carefully lulling you back awake, then took you gingerly to what he had been working on. His hand grasped yours gently, looking back to check if you were okay several times. You had to tell him you were okay a couple hundred times.
Finally, Steve opened the door to your bedroom, and you gasped, looking at him in surprise and gratitude. Your room seemed to have been transformed. There was a blanket fort in the corner, a bunch of candy lying by its side and right across from it, the television from your basement played your favourite scary movie. So that was what he was trying to carry. You smiled gleefully, turning around to embrace Steve with the warmest hug you could muster. “Did you know you’re the best boyfriend ever?”
Steve chuckled playfully, returning your hug and carrying you over to the blanket fort. “Well, I have been told that a couple times here and there.”
You huddled closer to him as he sat next to you, handing him a bowl of popcorn you found on your nightstand. He tossed it up in the air, catching it in his mouth as it fell out. You laughed, since he usually failed when he tried to do that. For a while, you both just stayed there, watching horribly made scary movies and eating candy that you probably shouldn’t be eating. You felt warm, but it wasn’t because of the sickness. It was because of Steve.
Imagine being mute and Daryl saving you from Shane's advances
WARNING : MENTIONS OF ASSAULT/ NEAR RAPE EXPERIENCE
(Wooo Daryl :3 and shame on you Shane -_- lol sorry I made Shane an ass but that’s the request XD so hope it is as requested and you all like it :D Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)
From the start of the outbreak, you found yourself being part of a group that had bonded over while stuck in the traffic.
Despite having difficulty communicating with them, as you were born mute, they had welcomed you and had found different ways to talk to you.
Over the time, you had grown close to Daryl, as he would often offer you help with whatever it is that you needed and just felt like he oddly got along with you a lot.
When he first met you, he was clueless about you being mute and simply thought you were quiet and someone who liked to keep to yourself.
He didn’t want to bother you with what might be some rude questions, so he just kept it to himself until one night by the campfire, he finally figured it out.
He notice how he had made you laugh but as no sound would come out, he forgot himself and asked you honestly, only to get an answer from the others around.
Since, he felt even more attached to you and would do all sorts of thing to keep you safe. He had even taken the habit of learning sign language from you just to be able to understand you even more.
Although, he would be confused and just straight up be clumsy, it all made you smile to see his efforts and just as him you felt like you wanted to be closer to him.
You had even taught him something you had never had the habit to do for anyone else but your older brother, the sign you had both made up for “I trust you”.
You put your hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat and with your finger simply crossed an x on him and tapped three times for each of the words.
After explaining to him in your way how special it was, he caught onto it’s meaning and teared up with a big smile.
“You’re silly…Trusting me? You really feel that way?”
You let out a smile and nodded at him. Putting your hand to his, you did it one more time, making him grab your wrist to truly understand the meaning.
He pulled your hand away and reached over to do the same.
It didn’t make you feel uncomfortable whatsoever and neither did it him as to you both, it was the meaning behind the gesture that mattered.
“And I trust you as well…Y/N…”
He looked into your eyes after it and suddenly realized how he had been holding your other hand and got embarrassed about it.
You noticed how he changed and simply shook your head at him. It made him ruffle your hair jokingly and say, “Don’t shake your head at me…You get embarrassed too sometimes…I see you…”
As your smile came back, he laughed along with you and you both stayed by the fire for a little while before heading to your tents.
As you sat there, smiling, someone else has had his eyes on you for a while. From his tent, Shane had witness everything and seemed to be particularly interested into seeing you being so casual about a man putting his hand to your chest.
It didn’t matter that it wasn’t sexual, he only saw it as an opportunity that he himself could have.
After Rick has introduced himself to all of you, Lori had dumped and pushed him away from her life and it just devastated him. He needed someone for a while and seeing you so comfortable around a man, gave him ideas.
With what had happened at the CDC and to most of your cars, you all traveled along the road to find a better place to keep you safe for the moment.
The weather was hot and the sun was starting to set, making Daryl move out to go get something to eat.
He quietly parted away from all of you and although you would want to follow him, he signaled you that he’d be back soon enough.
You nodded and with that, you were left with the others to help set up the camp. Suddenly, you felt Lori tapping your shoulder and as you turned to her, she kindly signaled you to help find some mushroom for the late dinner.
She explained herself that she had to stay by Carl’s side for the while as he had gotten sick. You nodded, understanding her reason and took the bucket she handed.
You walked further away from the camp and carefully searched for whatever was edible, really.
You touched the ground to feel whatever you could in the grass and eventually got on your hands and knees to pick up the goods you found.
Without noticing, you strayed further from the camp, wanting to completely fill up your bucket. You heard some rusting and crackling of leaves here and there but simply didn’t put too much thought into it.
At some point, the noise grew closer and made you turn your head to check around. Nothing. You kept searching for a moment and heard it all again. You felt like leaving but as you turned around, Shane appeared in front of you.
It made you jumped but only served to make him chuckle. Taking a few deep breaths, you managed to “ask” him, as to what he is doing here.
He simply shrugged and titled his head to the side as it still made him laugh to see you. You were wearing shorts, your shirt inside your flannel was tight enough to give him an idea of your body and the fact that you were mute, made it perfect for what he had thought of doing to you.
Far away, from any prying eye, he knew he could finally make you his and probably even hurt Lori while at it.
With you signalling him your question, he decided to not understand anymore and just hinted at you as to what will come to you.
“I’m sorry, Y/N…I don’t get what you mean…”
He got closer as he said those words and made you back away from him. You knew something was off and strange about him and couldn’t let yourself down.
You responded in a more aggressive way and completely forgot about the bucket, as you let it drop to the ground, in order to use both your hands.
He kept walking towards you and claiming that he really didn’t understand your meaning. You shook your head at him and kept trying to push him away with your “words”, only to suddenly feel yourself being grabbed by the arms.
He hold you closely to him and you knew of his intentions. You panicked and tried to fight him off but it came to no use as he pinned you down to the ground.
He gripped your wrists to have more control over you and with a cocky smile, he said “Don’t fight it…I saw you with Daryl the other night…You like being touched by men, don’t you…”
He proceeded to slide his hand down your chest and instantly you tried to get him away from you.
You moved your arms as much as you could but nothing would seem to make him stop. Quite the opposite, he took it as a sign of to start kissing your neck thinking that it’ll calm you down.
You hated each instant of it and tried to butt your head against his but swiftly he’d move to the other side of your neck. His grip on you tighten when you would try to kick him off and and his lips would only suck on you harder.
You wanted to scream out but nothing but your faint strangled groan would come out. You heard him chuckle and he just had to taunt you.
“Poor you, Y/N…No one can hear you here…You’re stuck here with me…And after this…you’ll just want to be mine…”
He kept at it and you slowly felt yourself growing tired from the fight you put out and your grunts only made you breathless.
You felt his finger slide to your pants and into your panties, you were losing hope and thought of how much of a mistake you made, going so far off the tracks.
You thought as to what the others might say and think and knew he had you in the palm of his hand. With Rick being his friend and how close the others were, you didn’t think anyone would believe your side of the story and that made you tear up.
You thought it over and over and tried to forget as to what was happening. Closing your eyes, you denied it until suddenly you heard some leaves rustling again and a familiar and angry voice behind Shane.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
In that instant, you felt Shane being lifted up and saw him being pushed to the ground.
It was Daryl and you couldn’t be any happier to see him. Daryl had straddled Shane and with no hesitation he started to punch him.
He didn’t had to witness all of it to know in his heart you wouldn’t have ever agreed to this. It angered him to see you being taken advantage that way and he couldn’t believe it would’ve been someone in the group.
He started to yell at him in anger and didn’t even wait for any explanation to keep going. Blood spewed out onto him but it didn’t matter to him.
He wanted to protect you and make sure that this kind of behavior never ever happens again.
“You think you can just take advantage of her like that? What the fuck is wrong with you!Don’t! You! Ever! Fucking! Touch! Her! Again! You fucking piece of shit! Do you understand!”
He yelled and kept striking him, making sure his message was understood. He didn’t feel his cuts stinging him so much he cared more to make you feel safe.
You closed your flannel to cover yourself and backed away from him. You didn’t want to stop him at all and just let Daryl take care of it.
Relief, was the only thing you felt to see him and couldn’t had hope for better.
Finally, after Shane had passed out from all of the pain, Daryl stopped. He took some deep breaths and tried to wipe the blood away from his face, only to actually smear it all over with his hand.
He looked for you with his eyes and just felt the need to go comfort you in that moment. He knew what it felt to be that scared, to think that you’re alone in the world and no one could hear you.
He got up and opened his arms as he slowly made his way to you.
“Y/N…you’re alright? Are you okay?”
You could hear and see the concern he had for you and it just made you weak. You couldn’t deny that you weren’t alright and just shook your head.
He finally got close enough to pull you in a tight embrace and you held onto his neck and shoulders.
You felt him stroke your hair and he reassured you that it’ll be okay.
you didn’t know how to tell them that your life looks good but you don’t wish it on someone else. that yes you had a roof overhead and got birthday presents. you remember opening boxes with nothing personal inside of them. makeup when you were 15 because that’s what “all teenage girls” wanted. sometimes a dress in the wrong size, sometimes tickets to a band concert you no longer listened to and hadn’t in a while. no talking at dinner tables, missed performances, absent student-teacher meetings. no hugs unless it’s in public and only then by necessity. no conversations about real things, only requests for chores or screaming. it’s a house you don’t know anyone in, it’s a family who couldn’t care less, it’s never knowing love. it’s empty things that slowly add up. but your home was fine, right? it was fine enough.
You know how sometimes you have dreams and they seem really, unbelievably real? Not in that way of dream logic, where it suddenly makes sense that you’re back in school and your mom is your math teacher, but, like… dreams where you move back to someplace you used to live, dreams where someone you haven’t spoken to in a long time gets back in touch, dreams where you finally go on that vacation you’ve been planning. Dreams where you wake up and it takes you more time than you’d like to admit to readjust to reality, dreams where for days afterward you have to remind yourself that none of it really happened.
How often do you think Steve Rogers has dreams where a Stark builds a time machine? And he gets to go back home in the way that heroes always get to go back home at the end of a storyline, like this is the story where Captain America sees the grim future and then has to fix it in his own time. How often do you think he dreams about going home and fixing everything, how often do you think he wakes up and takes too long to realize where he is?
Thor: Ragnarok [Fix-it Canon AU] - Jane Foster is worthy
While on Earth, Thor is attacked. His hammer is destroyed and he’s taken prisoner. But Mjolnir is no ordinary hammer. It’s capable of reassembling itself. But now, without Thor to wield it or Odin to command it, Mjolnir is free to choose its own Thor. And after years of spending time with mortals, there is one in particular it knows to be worthy. Mjolnir chooses none other than Jane Foster as the new Thor, Goddess of Thunder.
Jane is then transported to the gladiator’s arena where she finds Thor - who is now going by the name ‘Odinson’. When he sees her, he realizes his vision hadn’t been about Loki, as he suspected, but about Jane. Together, they escape back to Asgard where Jane has to fight for the right to keep Mjolnir. Odinson, disheartened by the loss of his hammer, decides to leave Asgard and travel the Nine Realms in search of redemption.
While on Asgard, Jane finds an unlikely ally in Loki. He seems bound and determined to ensure that she’s allowed to keep the hammer. Jane suspects he has some ulterior motives, but it’s still nice to have someone on her side. So she and Loki come to an uneasy truce, much like they did when he helped save her from the Aether.
But their alliance is put to the test when Hela invades Asgard. She is hellbent on revenge and will stop at nothing to punish Odin. Even if that means completely destroying Asgard. Jane and Loki barely make it out alive. After the loss of his home, Loki becomes depressed but Jane knows if they’re going to stand any chance of victory, she’s going to need his help.
Finally persuaded by Jane, Loki takes up arms against Hela and her forces. They are later joined by Odinson and those who escaped Asgard in time. Together, they manage to defeat Hela on another world. And somewhere along the way, between bickering and battling, Jane and Loki find that they have more to offer each other than just an alliance.
Anyway I had a really funny dream about hl so I guess it’s story time. Gather around, kiddos
For back story I was a host on some show where I was asking Harry and Louis basic questions about each other to see who could get the most correct answers. Simple, until I moved onto the last question.
I asked, “How many times have you proposed to each other?” Louis buzzed in and shouted 26! I was about to tell him he’s correct when Harry interrupted by shouting 27 and literally getting down on one knee to propose.
You’d think Louis would be happy, but he was like, “You’re so competitive, Harry. Why are you like this?” Meanwhile Harry was just giggling, still holding a ring box open. So then Louis took a deep breath and shouted 28 and he got down on one knee with an open ring box.
It was ridiculous but the best part was them basically having a staring contest from the floor while they exchanged their rings.