actual tears in my eyes right now


I am at work right now.  And I am crying.

Too Much


Requested: no A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>

Word count: 2,239

My back was resting against the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single page.

Honestly, I just needed something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.

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[omgcp] yours, mine, ours

characters: eric bittle, jack zimmermann
pairing: zimbits
rating: g
warnings: none
a/n: It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, but I had an urge to write Zimbits fluff, and here we are. c: Thanks to @cr1mson5thestranger for the word prompt, ‘quilt!’ Might be crossposted to ao3 eventually.

“My Moomaw gave that to me.”

Jack starts, turning towards the door with the quilt clutched tight between his fingers. The fabric is soft and worn against his skin, ragged at the edges from years of use. Bitty leans against the doorway, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watches Jack fiddle with the cloth.

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Word Count: 1,380
Reader Gender: Female i guess idk 

Warnings: Jealousy, arguement, him arguing with other girls, cursing

Love Interest: Peitro Maximoff
Note: There is a 200000/10 chance that there will be a second part

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Originally posted by sad--princes

I crossed my arms as I glared at him, waiting for him to finish his little show. Anger and irritation bubbled inside of me, and I mentally cursed myself for trusting him enough to leave him alone. I go into the shop for five fucking minutes, and I come out to this shit. I tried pulling him away from the girls that were flirting with him, but it just shrugged me off. The worst part about the whole thing? He was flirting back.

His ass was flirting with other people and he was loving it. I’m not sure if he got the memo, but he’s not single anymore. He’s in a relationship with me, and I have half a mind to kick his ass. I clutched harder at the plastic bag that was in my hand, the contents were requested by none other than the douche himself. I grunted, deciding that he wasn’t going to finish anytime soon. I walked up to him, gripping his shoulder and turning him around.

“We’re leaving.” I said sternly.

“Who’s the slut?” One of the girls asked.

“I’m his girlfriend.” I spat, anger coursing through me.

“Oh really? Then why is he over here?” Another girl asked.

“Slut.” The first one said.

“Pornhub called, honey, they say your resume is too extensive.” I spat.

“I’m not going anywhere, why don’t you find somewhere else to be.” Pietro offered in an annoyed tone.

“Fine,” I shoved the bag in his chest, walking away, “But you’re finding a new place to live.”

It didn’t take him long to appear at my side, but I didn’t acknowledge his existence. I was still beyond pissed at the little act he pulled moments ago. He wouldn’t like it if I did that stuff to him, he’d be pissed. I’d get my ear chewed off, so why does he think it’s okay for him to do it? I still had my arms crossed over my chest, a clear indication that I was angry. Despite my body language, he still tried to talk to me.

He said that he was confused, which just pissed me off even more. What the hell does he mean? He doesn’t get to be confused, he gets to feel like an ass. I sent a glare his way, instantly shutting him up. I looked away from him, rolling my eyes and focusing on getting home. I’ll deal with him there, right now I’m too angry to talk to him. He didn’t even stand up for me, he just let them trash talk me.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”Pietro shouted as I closed the door to the apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know, my boyfriend just completely forgot that my ass existed. Forgive me if I’m a little pissed off.” I glared, flipping him off.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“You were flirting with those girls! I heard you the entire time! One of them was even talking dirty to you!” I yelled, “God, Pietro, where do you draw the line?!”

“You’re just being jealous and oversensitive.” Pietro said, walking past me.

“I’m not any of those things! I’m just worried that maybe my boyfriend is cheating on me!” I yelled, feeling the anger mix with betrayal.

“I can’t help it, Y/n! The ladies like me, get over it. I’m not going to stop just because some worthless little girl doesn’t like it.” He spat, glaring at me.

I was silent for a moment, absorbing his words completely. Is that all I was to him? Just some little girl? Not his girlfriend or anything? My brows furrowed, and I took his words to heart. He can’t just get over himself for two seconds to listen to me? I took in a deep breath, realizing that his opinion on this matter wasn’t going to be changing anytime soon. I saw his face soften, and I wiped the tears away from my eyes.

“Worthless?” I questioned.

“Oh, come on, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” He reasoned.

“Then how did you mean it?” I asked quietly, but he didn’t respond, “That’s what I thought.”

With that, I quickly walked into the bedroom that him and I shared. I got out the suitcase that I took with me on extended missions. I started packing my things, no longer feeling welcome in here. I took a deep breath, sadness now kicking in rather than anger. I sighed, shaking my head as I shoved more clothes into the suitcase. I heard Pietro enter the room, thanks to the small breeze of wind that had picked up out of nowhere.

“What are you doing?” Pietro questioned.

“I am taking my worthless self out of here so you can continue living your wonderful life as a bachelor.” I said, zipping up the suitcase.

“You can’t leave me, Y/n. I love you, don’t do this to me.” He pleaded.

“Love me? You’ve been flirting and getting random chicks numbers the entire time you’ve been dating me, you don’t stand up for me when they insult me, then you call me a worthless little girl, and you have the audacity to say you love me?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes.

“Please, just stay with me.” He pleaded, and I sighed as I looked into his eyes.

He looked like a lost puppy on a rainy day.

“Do you promise to stop flirting with people that aren’t me?” I questioned, slightly hopeful.

“I,” He stuttered, “I don’t.” He trailed off and I shook my head, laughing dryly.

“It’s nice to know that the man I’ve been dating for 3 years doesn’t love me enough to actually act like he’s dating me.” I said, moving past him and to the door.

“You don’t understand.” Pietro said, blocking the door.

“I understood clearly when you called me worthless,” Tears formed, “I understood when you flirted with the other girls and acted like you didn’t know me,” My voice broke, “And I understood when you couldn’t even promise you’d stop. I’m not good enough, and I never will be.”

“Just give me another chance, Princessa.” He said, cupping my cheeks.

“Pietro, don’t you get it?” I removed his hands from my face, “I’m exhausted! I’m mentally and physically drained from trying to take the pressure and the hurt of your actions. From arguing with you over the same things. I’ve given you dozens of chances.” I huffed, and he went silent.

I shoved him out of the way, walking out and slamming the door shut. Tears fell from my eyes as I left the complex, my suitcase on my shoulders like it was a backpack. The weight of the entire event settled onto my mind, and I angrily wiped my eyes. I didn’t expect him and I to actually end, but if he thinks I’m not good enough for him then I’ll leave him be. I know when to push, and when to walk away, and today it was the ladder.

I found myself walking to Tony’s place, which was the only place I felt like I could go right now. Questions swam through my mind, drowning out everything else. Had he been cheating on me? When did he decide that I wasn’t good enough? I was just so tired of fighting to keep him, and fighting to make him see that what he was doing was wrong. I was emotionally exhausted, and, in turn, it made me physically exhausted.

“What are you doing here?” Tony asked, not looking at me as I entered the room.

“I,” I took a deep breath, “I was hoping I could stay here for a little while.”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He turned around, hearing the sadness in my voice.

“It’s nothing.” I shook my head as he came closer.

“Well, I’d love to hear about nothing.” He joked.

“We broke up.” I held back a cry.

“What? Why? Do I need to kill him?” Tony asked, visibly concerned.

“He just makes me exhausted.” You sighed.

“Well, how about you have a seat and I’ll pour us some drinks?” He offered.

“What’s the price?” I eyes him.

“Dirt, details, blackmail.” He stated, turning around and going to get a couple glasses.

“So the usual?” I questioned, sitting down.

couple’s therapy // derek hale

summary : stiles is a bit concerned for the reader’s relationship with derek, driving him to host an impromptu couple’s therapy session with results that leave him only slightly mortified and very uncomfortable. 

  Derek wasn’t sure when the entirety of the McCall pack coming over once a week for what they called a “a pack meeting” had become a thing, but it certainly was a prominent event that wasn’t going away anytime soon. He had learned to accept it after the first two months, and now it was routine for you and Derek to prepare the loft every Friday afternoon for an evening of loud teenagers barging into your home only semi-uninvited. 

   This time around, you were both sitting quietly on the couch. Your eyes were drifting shut every once in awhile, but Derek would nudge you awake when you looked as if you were going to pass out. You were curled up on separate ends of the couch when Lydia, Scott, Stiles, Liam, Malia, and Kira burst through the door. You suspected that Stiles had replicated your key. You were greeted with a chorus of hello’s that you and your boyfriend answered in mumbled, sleepy tones. Stiles sauntered into the living room first, taking a seat between you and Derek and ripping open a package of cookies as loudly as he could. 

  Derek opened one eye, staring sideways at Stiles. “Do you mind?” 

  “Sharing? No, not at all!” Stiles shoved the cookies at Derek, who gave Stiles a dirty look before glancing away and settling comfortably back into his couch. Confused as to why you weren’t sleeping under Derek’s arm as you usually were, Stiles elbowed you in the ribcage. 

    “Um, ouch,” you muttered, shoving Stiles away. “Stop harassing older women, that’s not how you get a girl to go out with you. Lydia won’t love you if you act like this toward her.” You pushed Stiles again, sending him into Derek’s side and letting out a laugh when Derek growled, grabbing Stiles by the back of his shirt and sending him flying off the couch. 

    “Both of you are quite hostile tonight,” Stiles shook his head. “And you seem really distant toward each other. Anything going on?” 

    “Maybe we’re just tired,” Derek replied, yawning. You nodded with him, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. 

    Not convinced, Stiles continued, “Yeah, but you two are always so touchy feely with each other that if you were really, genuinely tired and not being distant on purpose than Y/N would be drooling on your shoulder right now and not on your nice pillows. For old people, you’re very affectionate.” The rest of the pack filed in, taking their seats on the floor and the other two chairs. 

   “I don’t drool,” you protested as Derek said, “We’re not old!”

   “See!” Stiles exclaimed. “You’re not even in tune with each other anymore. It’s sad. I’ve see this happen to the best of couples. It happened to Malia and I,” he pointed to his ex girlfriend with a sad look on his face before Malia scowled at him. He returned his only somewhat condescending stare back to you and Derek, looking at them almost pityingly. 

   “Stiles, what exactly are you implying?” Derek asked, folding his arms over his broad chest in an intimidating manner.  Unbothered, Stiles said, “I’m not implying anything, I’m stating that I think you and Y/N are drifting apart from each other and need some couple’s therapy. Luckily, I am proficient in giving advice and supplying people with statistics.” 

   “Since when does anyone listen to your advice?” Scott said with a laugh. Stiles sent his best friend a glare. 

    “Anyways,” Stiles said loudly, “Studies show that majority of happy couples are having sex at least twice a week. Now,” he turned to everyone as if he was a teacher, clearly delighted to have the attention on him, “as you should know from health class, sex releases endorphins, which increases the bond between a person and their partner. So, if you guys are being distant, it might be because you’re not going at it enough.

    Derek, holding back his laughter, reached over Stiles and squeezed your hand. You were practically about to burst, you were holding in your giggles so tightly. “Um, Stiles, I think it’s safe to say that the sex thing isn’t an issue.” 

   Adamant that he was correct, Stiles ignored him and continued talking, “I mean, you’re sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Y/N looks exhausted, and you, Derek, look dead, no offense. Clearly, you’ve been arguing. Probably screaming back and forth at each other for hours before we got here.” 

   You snickered, then said, “Yeah, I’d say there was definitely some screaming.” Lydia’s face went bright red at this comment as she finally realized what you were hinting at. Catching your attention, she made a gagging motion, causing you to laugh harder. Scott was the next to catch on, and he looked absolutely terrified. He poked Kira in the arm, explaining what was going on low enough so that Stiles couldn’t hear. Liam was filling Malia in on what was happening as well, but the poor boy appeared horrified at the doings of two people he considered to be second parents to him. 

    “Exactly!” Stiles snapped his fingers. “There lies the issue.” 

    “Stiles, I think the issue here is that you’re an idiot.” Derek smiled at him. 

    “Look, I’m just trying to help you guys,” he said defensively. “When couples stop being intimate with each other, it leads to eventual break ups, and divorce in the case of being married to the other person. I happen to think you and Y/N make a lovely couple, and it would be a shame to see your relationship end because you couldn’t face the facts.” 

   “Trust me on this, intimacy is not the reason we’re being so distant right now,” you informed the boy, patting his shoulder gently. 

    “Then what is?” He questioned impatiently. 

    “Well, kiddo,” Derek gripped Stiles’ other shoulder, “when I say that intimacy isn’t a problem, I mean that it really, really isn’t a problem. It’s probably the least of mine and Y/N’s worries, to be completely honest.” 

    Scrunching his nose, Stiles looked around at the flushed faces of his pack mates and the barely stifled smiles everyone had on their faces. “I- I don’t get it?” 

    Clearing your throat, you said, “Derek and I are already a pretty… intimate couple. So intimate, in fact, that the reason we’re being distant is because we’re actually kind of tired from, um, previous actions… if you catch my drift.” 

    Stiles at first still appeared confused, but when you and Derek began cracking up again, realization dawned in his eyes. The look of disgust on his face was enough to send you into a fit of laughter, practically falling onto the floor when the teenager jumped up from the couch, gagging and making an array of faces. 

    “You are disgusting,” he shuddered. “I cannot believe- how could you just… oh my god! You’re two old people having sex, I’m so grossed out right now I might cry, I’m just… Y/N, you’re like my big sister and you’re having sex and you just told me and you just had sex like an hour ago and now you’re tired from it and I’m actually going to puke now and maybe die okay goodnight!” With a last horrified glance at you and Derek, he practically sprinted out of the loft, practically in tears. 

    The rest of the pack filed out shortly after, tears of laughter in their eyes, and you apologized to Liam since he was the youngest and probably the most petrified- save for Stiles. After they were gone, you snuggled up next to Derek on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. He kissed your head lightly, arm around your shoulders. 

    “What an enlightening couple’s therapy session, huh?” You joked, poking Derek’s side. He rolled his eyes again, as he always did when Stiles or anything to do with Stiles was mentioned. “Aw, c’mon, honey, it was pretty hilarious. I think I really learned a lot,” you laughed. 

   “Yeah, I learned that Stiles is dumber than I originally thought and that you have a really cute laugh,” Derek paused. “Actually, I knew that before, so I only learned one new thing today. I mean, everyone else caught on, even little Liam. And he’s, what, five?”  

    “Sixteen, Derek,” you patted your boyfriend’s chest. 

    “Same difference,” he said. “Anyways, maybe we could start being a little more intimate.” He winked at you, placing his hand on your cheek and turning your face toward him. 

    “Derek, we literally have sex every day, how much more intimate can we get?” You raised your eyebrows, letting out a squeal when Derek suddenly lifted you in the air, lips pressing against every area of your skin that he could reach as he said, “How does twice a day sound?” 

Not Okay- Jeff

Request: could you do a imagine where the reader is a new student and try’s to find a class instead of finding it she gets lost and goes in to the gymnasium where she finds Zach(or Jeff) crying because his girlfriend broke up with them and she tries to comfort him and they end up together.

I can do a part two if you like it and want me to continue. I ended up going with Jeff since I have a lot of Zach imagines right now.

Originally posted by umpontoazulnoceu

Not Okay- Jeff

Being the new student was never easy. Being the new student at a big ass school was even harder. It was the third class of your second day; which also meant that would be the third class of the day you’d be late to. You walked down another hall pretty sure you were just walking in circles. Theoretically room 108 should be between 107 and 109 but apparently that wasn’t how this school rolls. Thinking you finally found the room you opened the cracked open door to see a large gymnasium with most of the lights off; completely empty other than one student sitting on the bleachers.  

“Hey can you help,” you stopped when you realized the guy’s eyes were puffy and he was wiping away his tears, “are you okay? Actually that’s a really stupid question you’re obviously not okay. Do you want to talk?”

He nodded and you sat next to him on the bleachers completely abandoning the idea of going to class.

“I’m Y/N, any particular reason you’re sitting in the dark gym by yourself? Because that’s setting off many red flags in my mind right now.” You joked hoping to calm him down.

“I’m Jeff,” He started pausing to regain his composure, you tried not to notice that he was really attractive, “and this is my Tuesday ritual. You know cry my eyes out in the gym, scare the new girl, it’s really fun you should try it.”

You laughed and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “Look I may be a stranger and if you don’t want to talk about it that’s cool but I’ve been told I’m a great listener.”

“My girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend now, cheated on me.” He admitted casting his eyes downward. You took a moment to gather your thoughts. Most of them consisted of wondering how a girl could cheat on someone as beautiful as him, and as much as you hated the insensitivity of it you were also considering the fact that he was very single.

“Well for one that girl is insanely stupid because I’ve known you for like two minutes and I already know that you are an incredibly sweet guy. I know this is the most useless piece of advice ever, but you can’t let some girl who doesn’t even realize how amazing you are get to you.” You rambled completely unsure of how to help. All you knew was that you needed to find the right words, because he deserved reassurance.

“I know you’re right. I just don’t know how to just ignore her. I don’t know how to not let her get to me.” He admitted.

“Let’s skip,” you responded without thinking, “get out of here and do something fun. You need a distraction.”

“Isn’t it like your second day? You shouldn’t miss it.” He said sniffling slightly.

“I got the gist of it yesterday. It’s not like it’s my first day. C’mon we’re going anywhere but here.” You told him and stood up offering your hand to him which he took gratefully.

anonymous asked:

"I need you, though." Chlonette or Maribee? If you can! Love your fics btw they just keep getting better!

Ok… I had an idea… and I ran with it… and… yeah…. that escalated quickly.

most of this will be under a read more because its about 3k words long… 

(Also some mention of unrequited Chloe/Adrien and Adrienette) Hope you like it.

“You’re probably wondering what I am doing here.” 

“Yeah!” Marinette said, clutching her covers to her chest as she tried to process the sight of the super heroine sitting cross legged on the edge of her bed. “How did you even-” 

“I came in through your skylight,” Queen bee said cutting off the question with a wave of her hand, “Chat mentioned a while back that you usually keep it unlocked and I needed to talk to you.” 

“I am going to kill that stupid cat,” she muttered under her breath. 


“Nothing,” Marinette said quickly. “So, what are you doing here?”  

“Well you see, the thing is… wait are you naked under there?” Bee gasped, her eyes going wide and her face flushing an obvious red even in the semi-darkness.

“No! Why would you say that?!” Marinette shot back, her own face coloring. 

“Well you are doing the whole, blanket clutchy thing!” 

“Because a stranger has shown up out of nowhere in my bedroom in the middle of the night and I am in my pajamas!” 

“But I’m not a stranger I am a superhero. And I know that Chat visits you.”

“He doesn’t come in when I am sleeping!” 

“Oh. I guess you have a point there,” Bee said looking thoughtful. “Anyways I need your help.” 

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One Hundred Miles Away


Request: oh what about a dad!shawn one where the reader and their 1 year old son surprise him at an ellen interview? (Shawn thought they were in Canada)

Word count: 2,401

One Hundred Miles Away

“Hello everybody and welcome to today’s show! We have the most exciting guest for you and a fully packed show” Ellen started, looking into the camera.

It already gave me butterflies, knowing my hubby Shawn would walk out at any second now. I still can’t believe, I got to keep that one.

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The Hardest Goodbye

Request: ‘You should write a reggie x reader where they’re dating and Reggie has to leave riverdale for good because of school or something and its really sad, like a homage to Ross Butler. Make me cry’ 

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Warnings: none, this is the fluffiest shit I’ve ever written

Word count: 3316

A/N: I really tried with this one, I knew I needed to write this as soon as I got the request. P.S Ross Butler will always be the best Reggie Mantle

Originally posted by meu-papel-de-carta

(also before y’all come for me I know this gif’s from 13 rw, but I thought it was cute ok)

I awoke this morning feeling as grey as the cloud covered sky outside my window. The day had finally arrived, the day I’d been dreading for weeks. It was the day Reggie Mantle would be moving away from Riverdale, for good. 

It was exactly 1 month and 3 days ago when he told me he’d been offered a place at a prestigious football based school. I was over the moon for him, I remember feeling so proud. My boyfriend was going to be a famous athlete.

 That was until he told me that this school happened to be halfway across the country. Then the pride was replaced with a feeling of nausea, and it had stuck with me every day since.

I tried my best to be supportive and not let him know that with every passing day my heart broke a little more, I became an expert at putting up a front. I did this because I could tell how much he really wanted to go by the way his eyes would light up each and every time he spoke about it. Sometimes I’d slip up with my facade and he’d always be able to tell. “Don’t worry Y/N, we’ll skype every day and I’ll come visit you. I promise”. He would say over and over again. I’d always just nod and smile and pretend that this would be enough.

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Mitch Marner - Hatred

Originally posted by tboobs

Request: “  hey can you do an imagine where the reader is auston matthews best friend but her and marner act like they hate each other when they really love each other? Maybe have them admit that they really love each other after one of them accidently yells it out during a huge fight (maybe the reader is all over one of the other guys on the team and mitch is secretly jealous so he starts an arguement?) and then they both realize what’s up and potential make out sesh :) “

Highkey in love with this request just saying.

Warning: Foul Language

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anonymous asked:

Gift us with the part 8 our kind goddess! ( no need to pressure tho)

Hahaha I’m back with more Mama Blue AU! Here, sorry for not posting sooner :3
Lance sat up slowly with a groan, Blue at his side in an instant. “Lance? How are you feeling?” She asked her Paladin, blinking worried golden eyes as Lance furrowed his brow in confusion. “What happened? I remember falling asleep in my Lion and it was really cold… and, now I’m in the common room at the Castle?” He looked around, blinking his vision clear of the blurriness from sleeping for so long. “You scared us really bad when you crashed, Lance.” Pidge whimpered from her spot on the couch.
Only Blue had moved, everyone else frozen in place, afraid to approach in case the humanized Lion snapped at them again. Lance was now fully upright on his couch cushion, folding his legs into a crisscross shape and leaning back. “Oh. Did I…? Sorry, I made you worry…” he sighed, though in his mind he tacked on a ‘Not that I thought you’d even notice…’
Blue sat next to her Paladin on the couch, gazing around at the others. “I believe you all had something to say?” She prompted. Keith stepped forward first. “Lance… uh, I want to, um, a-apologize. I haven’t been treating you like a good friend lately. You’re actually someone I’m glad to fight alongside with, ‘cuz I can count on you to have my back. I guess I never told you that before though, I’m sorry.” The Red Paladin said solemnly, Blue nodding in approval.
“Me too! I’m really sorry Lance. I promise I’ll treat you even better than before, I won’t ignore you or snap at you or be mean to you ever again, just please don’t pull this almost dying stuff again. It- it was really scary when I saw all the blood, and then you fell asleep and I was terrified you weren’t gonna wake up… I can’t lose another brother, Lance!” Pidge babbled, eyes glassy with tears. Lance’s eyes widened. He’d never seen Keith look so upset or Pidge in near tears before… did they really care that much?
Hunk spoke up next. “Dude, I’d hug you right now if I wasn’t afraid of Blue growling at me again. The second you got split from Voltron like that was like having my own leg ripped off, and it hurt, like, fire burning you alive and crushing your lungs kind of hurt!” The others nodded in agreement, Pidge actually spilling tears. “I was afraid I’d lost you, bro! I realized I hadn’t been spending a lot of time with you lately, so when I thought you weren’t gonna make it I kept going over in my head all the times I could have hung out with you more. I’m gonna make it up to you my dude, I promise!” Hunk babbled worse than Pidge, tears streaming like waterfalls down his face. Yellow patted her Paladin reassuringly, Green sliding over to pull Pidge onto her lap to comfort the sobbing girl. Lance blinked back tears.
Shiro cleared his throat, and Lance turned to look at his leader. “I need to apologize too, Lance. I’ve been absolutely awful as a leader, not keeping up with my team or flat out ignoring one of the most important members… Lance, I’m truly sorry for not acknowledging or praising you as much as I should have been. So I’m going to say this now and I hope you’ll believe me and take it to heart. You are more important than you’ve been led to believe, and I care about you, all of you, very much. You’re a leg of Voltron, you help hold us up, and you keep us smiling through this hell of a war. Thank you, Lance, and I’m sorry I’ve never told you how grateful I am you’re here with us.” Shiro tilted his head slightly and gave a soft smile, Black nodding agreement next to her pilot.
Lance looked around at all the tear stained and solemn faces of his team, unsure of how to feel. Not even a day ago, he’d felt abandoned, lost, unneeded. Then he almost dies and suddenly everyone’s apologizing and crying over him?
His thoughts were interrupted by Black coughing into her fist to gain his attention. “I do believe an explanation is in order, don’t you think so, Blue?” Black said calmly, asking her sister for permission.
After all, the information Black contained was vital to the sudden mistreatment of the Blue Paladin.
GUESS WHOS BACK WITH MORE MAMA BLUE AU??? :3 sorry it took so long! I felt much better today after a shower, self care and whatnot, so I wrote this during free time in class. I’ve already started working on Part 9, which contains some much needed info on exactly why they have human forms and why Blue is upset over her Paladin being ignored so badly. Hope you enjoyed!!!

(Masterlist with all the parts here, gets updated with every new part added so be sure to check at least once a week bc I try to update within that general timeframe :3 )

anonymous asked:

Okay but a kind of AU, where Monty notices how much Justin likes Alex, so he decides to stir him up by somehow finding a way to give Alex a hickey. When Justin sees it he's furious, and that's how he ends up telling Alex he likes him

sorry this has been in my ask for awhile oop!! srry for any misspellings, thanks for the prompt!

Of course Mont-fucking-gomery would be the one tonight. It always happened, whenever Alex showed up at a party. One person had to drunkenly flirt with Alex. He guessed it was because he didn’t go to parties often, and he assumed that it happened to most other people too but they weren’t as reluctant. Sue him, he was stubborn and had high standards. Alex had made his way through a beer or six when Monty had strut over, proud. He cupped his hand around the blonde’s face. “The fuck are you doing, Monty?” Alex grumbled, trying to pull back.

In a very slurred, drunk tone of voice Monty spoke directly into Alex’s ear. He laughed first, as if it was humorous, “Justin’s been eye-fucking you all night,  I’m making him jealous so he’ll get his shit together…. It works in movies?”

Alex’s heart hammered in his chest. The urban dictionary definition for eye-fucking was literally, “You find this person extremely attractive and you want to tear them apart right now.” Alex would know. He looked it up when he’d first heard it on some bullshit TV show. Could Justin actually find someone like Alex attractive? The blonde covered up his flustered face with a cough and a snarky remark, “What the hell’s in it for you?”

“Nothing! Just helping out a few buddies!” Under Alex’s scrutinizing gaze, he confessed, “And maybe I want to make my ex jealous too because she’s standing a few feet away.”

It wasn’t before Monty pulled away that Alex realized he’d left a goddamn hickey. He cursed to himself quietly, before realizing that the fucker might have been right, because Justin was right there. Monty detached himself further, walking away and looking at the brunette with a smug look. Well, until Justin punched him. It wasn’t hard enough to do any serious damage, but Alex’s face was red. Monty just stumbled back, flipping Justin off, and moving along.

Then Justin looked at Alex. Okay, shit, he was coming closer now. Justin reached his hand out to Alex’s neck, and okay, Alex was way too drunk for this to be acceptable. Justin spoke to him in a soft murmur, “The bitch knew I liked you… ‘s why he did it. Sorry he jumped you like that.”

Not only was Justin jealous, he was actually concerned? This was too much to handle in one night. Maybe he didn’t know Justin Foley like he thought he did.

He snorted, regaining the brunette’s attention. Alex went for it, taking the plunge. His hands grabbed at the back of his neck, his head tilted to invite Justin in for a kiss. He accepted, quite happily, moving his hands from Alex’s hips, his lower back, maybe somewhere in the hungry kiss he grabbed his ass through his jeans. The last one had made the people watching and cheering for them very riled up, but it made Alex squeal. Alex thought he may have heard Zach, in the crowd, shout, “I think I’m gonna puke!”

Alex had to break the kiss with a laugh, Justin with a wide grin plastered on his face. Once the crowd had subsided, Justin spoke, “I think we might’ve given them too much of a show, Standall. Care to move this somewhere else?”

Alex could only nod eagerly, still beaming. Sue him, maybe Justin Foley met his stubborn standards.

“W-Who are you?”

Yoongi furrows his eyebrows in confusion as he stares at the young boy standing in front of him. Something about the boy brings on a wave of familiarity, as if Yoongi’s met him before, and it’s unnerving really. Why did this boy’s skin tone match Taehyung’s so much? Why did this boy’s eyes remind him so much of his own small sharp catlike brown orbs? Why did this boy have the exact same mole on his top lip that Taehyung had?

Everything about the younger scared Yoongi, though he had no idea why.

“I’m your son.” The boy speaks firmly but with a slight lisp mixed in his Daegu accent, so like Yoongi, the elder gasps. “You won’t believe me but I need you to.”

Yoongi nods.

“My name is Min Sanghyuk, I’m twelve years old and I’m from the future.”

The boy was right, Yoongi doesn’t believe him. The elder actually tosses his head back as his body shakes with laughter.

“Okay, sure kid.” Yoongi wipes a stray tear from his eye as he catches his breath. “Your joke was funny, now go run along now before your parents kick your ass for being outside so late.”

Sanghyuk’s eyes hardened into a glare. The boy moves quickly, pulling something from under his shirt and another gasp is pulled from Yoongi’s mouth when he sees what it is.

“W-Where did you get that….”

The necklace is dull in color, a soft brown nothing like the bright gold it is when Yoongi gifts it to Taehyung on their wedding night, but the elder sure it’s the same necklace. After all, how many necklaces were out there handcrafted into the shape of a heart twirled into an infinity symbol? How many other necklaces had that exact design made out of black diamonds with the day Yoongi and Taehyung met engraved onto it? Yoongi was sure the necklace the boy had wrapped around his neck was the exact same necklace he’d gone to nearly fifty stores to find and it scared him when he realized there was no way the boy could have gotten another just like it.

“You gave it to me.” The boy’s eyes shine wet with unshed tears. “Two weeks after you and papa Taehyung divorced.”

Yoongi’s blood runs cold. Sanghyuk’s hand curls into a fist.

“It was during his funeral, you gave me this necklace and told me it was the only place papa would want it to go to.”

Yoongi remembers the day he married Taehyung, the day he gave Taehyung that same necklace this boy, his son, wears around his neck. It had been cheesy but Taehyung loved it, the younger loved the way Yoongi had gently tapped on his glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention before standing up to pull the younger onto the dance floor for their first dance. They’d twirled together and messily stepped on each other’s feet while they laughed and were so in love. Yoongi had picked the end of their dance as the moment he pulled the necklace out with shaky hands.

“Min Taehyung, this necklace is a promise that our love is forever.”

Taehyung had teared up as Yoongi gently placed the necklace on him and when he spoke it’d been so quiet only Yoongi could hear it.

“Min yoongi, I promise the day I take it off will be the day my love for you ends.”

Yoongi wants to vomit as he finally understands what the boy said.


Sanghyuk nods.

“He died in an accident,  he’d gotten into a car crash driving to your home to get back this necklace after you ripped it from his neck during a fight.”

Finally, Yoongi breaks down. For the first time since Sanghyuk had stopped him on the street, the elder breaks down so hard he feels as if the world is ending.

“It’s why I’m here,” Sanghyuk speaks firmer than before and Yoongi stares at his son. “I’m here to stop us from losing the most important person in our lives.”

Million reasons part 2

Requested by: @ihatemylifeeveryday

Song: stay by Rihanna

-I know jeff died before Hannah but I decided I want to keep him so let’s just pretend sheri’s tape is about something else meaning jeff is still alive

I was working on homework, or at least I was trying to. It had been 2 weeks since Alex had admitted to cheating. I hadn’t really felt like doing anything. I looked terrible but clay was helping me through it. He would tell me to at least show up to school dressed up nice and pretended I’m doing better without him. But as soon as I’d see him in the hallway I’d have to go another way or else I’d end up breaking down right there. I had skipped the only class I had him Credit in these past weeks and I could already tell it would take a toll on my grade so I decided to finally go today after 2 weeks.

“Are you finally going to the class today?” Clay asked as he played with the magnets inside my locker.

“I don’t know Clay i can’t face him alone.” I sighed.

“Jeff has that class I can ask him to sit next to you and distract you or keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t know I don’t really know him.”

“He’s a really nice guy and he’ll understand he probably hates cheaters.” Clay smiled.

“Okay.” I nodded. I watched clay as he walked away and headed towards Jeff Atkins as he took things out of his locker. They started talking, suddenly clay pointed towards me, Jeff turned to look at me before turning back to clay as he kept listening. When they finished talking Jeff shut his locker and headed towards me.

“Hey, so clay explained everything to me. I’m sorry he cheated on you he doesn’t deserve you.” Jeff gave me a sympathetic smile before hugging me. Clay was right he’s really sweet. The bell rang so we where late he grabbed my hand making me jump slightly from the unexpected gesture.

“Trust me?” He asked, I nodded in response as he laced our fingers together once again and we started walking down the hallways, people staring at us. By the time we got to class everyone was already in there and we where late so everyone turned towards the door as we walked in. The first thing I saw was alex and Jessica sitting together with the rest of there friends, Bryce, Justin and Marcus. I was about to look away when alex looked down from my face to Jeff and I’s hands linked together. I watched his jaw tense up as anger took over his face….oh so that was what jeff was thinking. We walked all the way to the last two seats, a table facing Alex’s. I watched as Jeff pulled a chair out.

“Princesses first.” He winked. I couldn’t help but giggle at the gesture.

The teacher assigned us a project that required two people. Usually it was always alex and I, and maybe out of routine he got up and it seemed like he was looking at me when he suddenly sat back down again and turned to Jessica.

“Don’t look at him just pretend he’s not there.” Jeff whispered in my ear. I nodded before turning to him.

“Partners?” I smiled.

“Definitely. He smiled back.

I got to know jeff more as we worked on the project. He was extremely funny and made me forget about the alex situation for a while, it was nice.

“So I had to walk down the hallways…all the way to my locker in my boxers just because Monty thought it would be funny to steal my clothes…that’s not the worst part….” Jeff continued to talk as he was cutting things. I started laughing when I looked up alex was watching us with a hard grip on his pencil.

“It’s working.” Jeff whispered in my ear as his arm wrapped around me. This caused me to laugh, I watched as alex looked at jeff with pure hatred. When class was over we continued to hang out around the hallways and at lunch. I ended up inviting him to my house after school because he suggested that I needed a small break from all of this and we decided on a movie night.

When we got to my house jeff left to buy snacks while I prepared the movies. Suddenly the bell rang, I ran towards the door.

“You don’t have to knock je-” I looked up to see alex….he had a black eye.

“What happened to your eye?”

“I got in a fight with monty….expecting someone?” Alex sighed, alex wasn’t really the fighting type, he was actually the guy who broke fights up…especially monty’s fights.

“Jeff we where having a movie night.” I swallowed thickly. I couldn’t even face him.

“Like a date?” Alex looked hurt.

“You should leave.” I tried shutting the door as my eyes started watering. He put his foot in before I could shut the door.

“I need to talk to you.” Alex sighed.

“There’s nothing to talk about alex.” By now tears where running down my cheeks. Suddenly jeff’s car pulled up and he jumped out right away.

“Leave her alone she doesn’t want to talk haven’t you messed up enough.” Jeff glared at him as he walked towards us.

“Who the fuck are you tell me whether I can or can’t talk to her.” Alex challenged him. I stared at him in surprise, once again alex wasn’t really the violent type. They started shoving each other snapping me back to reality.

“Alex stop!” I yelled. He turned to me. “What’s wrong with you? Just showing up here and starting a fight after everything you’ve already done. You’re really changing from the alex I know, first you cheat and now you’re fighting people.” By now I was full on crying. Jeff grabbed my hand and stared leading me inside the house. I watched as alex ran to his car, wow he gave up that quick. Jeff was about to shut the door when alex started running back with something in his hands.

“Y/n just please listen to these…I left a note inside…I’m sorry.” His eyes started watering before he walked away.

“I don’t feel like having movie night anymore.” I turned to Jeff.

“It’s okay…I’ll leave everything I bought in your counter…get some rest okay?” He smiled. I nodded as I stared heading upstairs to my room. I put the box alex gave me down as I snuggled into my blankets. I shifted around unable to sleep before grabbing the box and opening. The first thing I saw was 13 tapes. Then a map and a note neatly tucked in the side. That must be Alex’s note. What does he have to say and why didn’t he just write it instead of putting it on tapes. I ran over to my parents room, they have to have something for me to listen to them on. I shuffled things around in the closet with no luck. I gave up as I stood in the now messy room. Suddenly my eyes landed on a box under the bed. My dad’s high school stuff. I moved aside high school yearbooks and different things as I got to the bottom of the box my eyes landed on it, a Walkman. I ran back to my room leaving the mess behind. I put in the first tape.

“Hey it’s Hannah. Hannah baker. Don’t adjust your….whatever device you’re listening to this on. It’s me, live and in stereo. No return engagement, no encore, and this time, absolutely no requests. Get a snack. Settle in. Because I’m about to tell you the story of my life. More specifically why my life ended. And if you’re listening to this tape you’re one of the reasons why….” I stared at the Walkman in surprise.

I stayed up all night listening to the tapes. When I got to Alex’s I broke down. I didn’t know he had done this and now I understood his sudden behavior. It was now morning, I had fallen asleep while listening to the tapes. I finished the last two as I sat there in my bed emotionless. I grabbed his note and stared reading.

By now you know why I’ve been acting the way I am. I told you I cheated on you because I couldn’t live with actually letting you know what was wrong with me. Truth is i was so distant because I was to busy listening to these tapes, hating myself for everything I caused. I couldn’t just tell you about these because then you’d know I’m the reason Hannah killed herself. You would look at me different, I just know it. I still love you, and seeing you move on so fast with Jeff, it makes me hurt even worst. I’m sorry for lying. I got in a fight with Monty, he heard about me “cheating” he was being an asshole, saying things about you, about us and I could take him talking about me but not about you. I’m sorry for fucking up. I’m sorry for hurting you, stay with jeff, he’s a good guy you deserve him. I’m sorry- alex

I stared at it confused. I had to go see him. I ran around the house collecting my stuff as I slipped my shoes on my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I walked over to it.

Jeff: y/n it’s alex

I quickly grabbed it.

What about him?

Jeff: I heard he’s in the hospital, a gun shot wound

I stared at the message as I started hyperventilating.

“No no.” I started sobbing my legs felt weak causing me to fall on the floor. I watched the 3 dots indicating jeff was typing.

Jeff: I’ll be there in a minute we’ll go to the hospital

If only I’d been there for him, If i would’ve known what was going on, it’s all my fault.

Originally posted by dailymilesheizer

The one who left (Reggie x reader imagine)

Reader x Reggie


A/N: Hey everyone! so I’ve been inspired by @imtrying13 to do this, you should totally check her account.

Anyway this is just a reader x reggie imagine as friends and I actually wanted to make them end up together but it felt so rush so I prefer to do a second part if you want me to do it.

Sorry if I’ve misspeld something, I’m Spanish! hahah


Many people think that being friends with everyone is something great, well I’ll tell you a secret, it’s not. Being friends with everybody feels lonely, you see how people have their best friends and you just hang out with everyone and come back home alone.

That’s how my life is since I started high school, I’m friends with Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin and Archie, on the other hand I’m friends with Cheryl, I’m also friends with the Pussycats and some boys on the team and on top of that I’m the captain of the dance crew, where I have more friends.

I’m always smiling and laughing, but is it how I fell inside? Not at all, but I couldn’t tell that to anyone, they have their own problems and in times like this is when I miss having a best friend.

One day, when I was walking home alone, feeling free of my happy façade I burst into tears, I felt so stupid every time I cried, because I didn’t even have a reason to feel like this, I just hated it so I tried to stop, which it wasn’t happening.

When I finally came home I ran into my room and I locked me inside, luckily my parents weren’t home, even though they wouldn’t have care about my problems if they were.

I made myself stop crying just to pay close attention to something I heard, like someone throwing something to my window. I waited until I heard it again and this time I actually saw it.

I went to my window and when I opened it and look outside I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“What are you doing here Reggie?” I asked trying to hide my flickering voice.

“Can I come in?” I just nodded, it wasn’t the first time he climbed to get inside my room, he did it a lot when we were younger, their house was next to mine so every time our parents went to dinners or things like that he just came to my room and we had a lot of fun, I kind of miss that.

I looked myself into the mirror and wiped some tears from my eyes so he wouldn’t see I was crying and when he came into my room I just turned around with the best smile I could give him right now.

“Hey Reginald”

“Hey (Y/N/N)”

“What brings you here? Are you up to a slumber party?” he just gave me a half smile for my joke and he was avoiding eye contact so I erased my smile “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine” he replied fast, realizing I was worried “I’m actually here to ask you that question, is everything ok?”

I frowned and turned around, getting my bag and doing like I was looking for something inside “Of course everything is ok, why would it not?”

“I don’t know. That’s what I want to know.” I heard he was coming closer “I know you and I can tell when something goes wrong” I couldn’t help it and I just laugh at that.

“Do you really know me?” I asked turning around to face him again “Because if I’m right we haven’t had a real talk since middle school, so you should reform that sentence and say you think you know me instead”

“Are you mad at me for us drifting apart? Because all this time I thought we were still friends, it’s not like we have stopped talking or something”

“Yeah… never mind Reggie, I told you, everything is fine so you can leave”

I left the room with him still inside and I went to the kitchen to grab some water, but what I was actually doing was runaway.

Before I could even drink the water the tears came back to my eyes and I could feel my throat tighter, at any second I would start sobbing and I won’t be able to stop.

“(Y/n)?” I heard Reggie’s voice at the door and when I saw he had followed me I looked through the window, avoiding his eyes.

“I told you to leave!” I couldn’t hide my broken voice this time.

“I’m not leaving you like this”

“Do you really want to know what happens?” I said looking at him “I feel alone, ok? And I-I feel stupid for feeling like this, now you know it, you can carry on with your life”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” he came to me in a second.

“Because this is your fault! You were my best friend, I told you everything and you made me feel  like I wasn’t the only one with crappy parents, like you were my partner in crime, but you left Reggie, when we started high school you get into the team, you made new friends, you stopped coming into my room and I just stand there watching it happen and I thought it would be ok because we still talked in the halls, we greeted each other at pop’s and now you come here asking me what’s wrong”

We stayed in silence for what it seemed an eternity, he looking at me and me looking at him, finally free of all my chains.

“I wasn’t the one who left (Y/N)” he said calmly “When we started high school you were the one who get in to the dance crew and made a bunch of new friends, you were always busy learning a new dance or helping someone with their homework and I just felt like I was bothering you every time I came into your room and you were in your own world, so don’t try to put all the blame on me”

His words felt like ice in my veins, I could even feel how my body was shivering. I didn’t know what to say, because all the time I was seeing what he did that hurt me, but I didn’t even think about what I did to hurt him and break this friendship.

The truth was that we both let this get worse every day, both thinking the other would suddenly come and fix all the damage and it finally happened, later than I expected which means a lot of time wasted.

“I guess I didn’t think about that” I felt so stupid right now, I did this to myself “I’m sorry for being such a bad friend Reg, I guess I needed someone to blame for my problems” I said in a soft tone, he was really close so I didn’t need to say it louder.

“It’s not your fault, we both let this happen, so I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have let this get so bad”

We remained silent for a few seconds until he smiled and I mirrored his action, feeling better and hoping that I really had him back.

“Do you want to go to Pop’s?” he finally asked.

“Sure” He started walking to the door but he stopped when I wasn’t following and turned to look at me.


“Yes, sorry, I got stuck in my mind” I replied with a laugh and following him.

Briste | Chapter 13

Briste | Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

He was going to kiss me.

I could see it in his eyes, lust, passion, desire… it was all there everything I had been aching for, been yearning for was right there.

“Stop.” I whispered gently laying my hand on his chest. I could feel his rapid breathing and thundering heartbeat under my palm. My eyes transfixed on my hand, refusing to see the hurt that was sure to be in his eyes.

“Alright. I’ll wait.” Came his breathy, hoarse whisper. His voice so deep it sent chills down my spine.

I chanced a glance at this face, surely he was joking. He had to be angry, I just denied him… they always get angry when denied.

“Really?” I asked in amazement, not seeing any anger but still the same passion and desire. He intertwined my hand with his, laying it back against his chest while pulling me forward. The backs of our hands touching the other’s heart.

A quirk of his lips pulled them into a side smile. “Aye, I’ll wait for ye Claire. I’ll wait as long as it takes. Ye ken I’ll no be your patient forever, and when that day comes,” he bent down kissing my hand. “I’ll be here a dozen flowers in my hand, and walking on my own two feet asking ye to be mine.”

My cheeks filled with color as his statement sunk in.

“Come on, you shouldn’t be out of your bed for too long. You’re going to drive the nurses into a tizzy.” I tried to diffuse the current mood, the sexual tension was thick in the air, my own mind questioning why I wasn’t following my gut and letting him kiss me.

“Aye, suppose ye are right.” Jamie nodded, then began to hobble back out the door.

I let out a breathing looking at the ceiling. “You’re a bloody fool Beauchamp.”

We were silent on the walk back to his room. What should have been a short walk, turned into a laborious adventure for both of us. Neither fully healed, hobbling and shaking down the hall, unable to move quick enough out of the random running personnel.

M'aingeal, bidh thu leig dhomh gaol agam ort?” Jamie whispered pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear as we stood outside his door.

I started to shake my head, words fumbling. “I-I don’t know what you said!”

Jamie only smiled and kept his hand on the side of my face. “Dinna fash yerself over it. Good night, Doctor Beauchamp.”

Gone was his playful and desire-filled tone, in it’s place was the quiet reluctance of professionalism.

“Good night, Jamie.” I managed to say just as the door clicked shut.

The hall felt too large, yet too small simultaneously. I couldn’t breathe.

My heart ached and my head warred with my thoughts.

He was perfect. He was a patient. He wanted me. No one ever wants me. He makes me feel different, worthy. No one will ever accept me.

Over and over, the cycle of confidence and doubt turned over until I couldn’t take it any longer. Still in scrubs I ran from the hospital. My bag, keys, phone, everything still locked safely away in my locker. Legs burning, hip screaming in pain, I pushed on. I felt the bandages Mrs. Fitz so carefully attached begin to slip from my legs. The scabs on my knees begin to crack and bleed once again, but it didn’t matter. I needed air. I needed to be able to breathe.

Tears blurring my vision, I stumbled and caught myself before falling onto the pavement making my way to a bench at the edge of the block.

All the emotions I had been fighting for weeks came to the surface, no longer were tears only clouding my vision, now they ran freely in unending streams down my face. Why was he so nice to me? How could he want to kiss me and why did I want to kiss him back?

I don’t know how long I sat on that bench two blocks from the hospital. My body chilled as rain drizzled down.

“Claire?” A voice called, I didn’t look in it’s direction.

“Claire!” Warm hands gripped my shoulders, slightly shaking me. “What are you doing out here? Where’s your coat? Jesus! You’re freezing!”

Joe Abernathy pulled me from my spot on the bench, my mind and body still numb. Speech not coming easily.

“You need to get back inside, when Marcus told me he saw you running out of the building like a bat outta hell I had to come look for you! What has gotten into you?”

I shook my head, a frown pulling deeper on my face. “I can’t go back. I’ve broken the rules. He can’t.. I can’t… please don’t make me. I don’t have the will to stay away. I can’t lose this job. I can’t lose him. Please Joe… I…”

I rambled and sobbed as Joe pulled his coat tighter around me, throwing his arm around my shoulders then guided me back to the hospital.

“Who are you trying to run away from? Is it the man that hurt you? I’m still not convinced it was as you said, and just a running accident.”

I shook my head at his words. “No one hurt me! I did this to myself, granted not intentionally, but I did not get beat! I wish people would stop assuming that!”

“That was the most coherent sentence I’ve gotten from you all day.” He laughed jovially, squeezing my shoulder. I snorted.

“I can’t lose my job Joe, but I can’t be around Ja–Mr. Fraser.” I stopped walking and turned to look at Joe’s face. “I’ll break every vow I’ve ever made as a physician if I continue to be one of his primary care doctors. I can’t do it. It’s become…personal. He means too much to me and I can’t lose him, but I can’t lose this job either.”

Joe smiled and nodded with a sigh, “I figured this would happen. You’re all the man talks about when I go to see him. Keeps calling you m'aingeal, and I can’t get anyone in this damned place to tell me what it means. They simply smile and have a lovesick look on their faces so I’m going to guess it’s an endearment.”

I felt my chin wobble with the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes.

“He—” I cleared my throat, “he’s called me that before. Right before I ran out of the hospital actually.”

Joe smiled jovially. “Ha! See! You won’t be losing that boy, I can guarantee that! Now, come on. You need to get dry and warm. I’ll make sure, if it’s the last thing I do that you will not only keep your job, but you will get to keep your…unprofessional relationship with the young Mr. Fraser.” He winked and pulled me back inside. Back to the warmth, pain, brutal politics, sadness, and overwhelming joy that will hopefully shape my future for the better.

Sakura’s Parenting

Okay, I am just gonna tackle this head on. I half don’t want to, because I know I might get so many hateful comments, but I just wanna say it: Sakura is not an abusive parent.

Now, as always, I’m gonna put a disclaimer up: I am pro-sakura and pro-sasusaku. You can obviously continue to read this, because I have no control over you and this is the internet, but the disclaimer is here just in case you are anti and don’t want to waste your time reading it. I’ll also be getting personal in this about my own abuse experiences, so please do not read if you’ll get triggered by that too. And please don’t just spit out insults for fun at my expense.

So, the ONE moment that started this whole freaking theory of Sakura being abusive was when Sakura punched the ground out of frustration when Sarada was being rather insulting towards and upset with Sakura.

Alrighty, so first off, not only did Sakura punch THE GROUND, she immediately felt terrible for doing so and for upsetting Sarada. And I already can hear people yelling “But she still punched the ground in front of Sarada which is aggressive” or “If she is willing to punch the ground that hard, what else does she punch!” SO I’ll get a littler personal with this to explain my position and feelings:

I was abused as a kid. I got a good mix of emotional and physical abuse (not from my mom. I just want to clarify that, because I love my mom). When I read this part of the manga, it didn’t even phase me as abusive or scare me (and yes, I actually have PTSD from some of my abuse, so there would be reason for me to freak out if it triggered anything for me).

Now I’m not saying that I represent all children who suffered abuse, because I DEFINITELY do not. But as someone who did go through it, I can honestly say I would prefer a ground punch. Punch that ground please, because taking your emotions out on the ground is better than throwing objects at my face, locking me in my room, or dragging me around the ground so you can listen to me scream sorry while in pain.

(Okay, now I’m actually kind of crying a little remembering some stuff, but I’m gonna power through this.)

And from the other side of this, being in Sakura’s position in other words, I have punched things before too in anger, but have never punched a person. I have punched walls especially (left a dent in one before) because I had emotions I didn’t understand or just needed to get out (and had no other outlet available to me). But I have never hit someone out of anger, and I never ever want to. People actually tell me I am too nice sometimes too. I’m not a vicious person at all. (The only time I ever hit someone was when I was fighting back in self defense. I was hit first.)

And when I was abused, my abuser certainly did not feel guilty about it AT ALL. He actually laughed about it usually. Sakura only just scared her daughter and immediately feels guilty and apologizes.

Honestly, Sakura’s moment of frustration was not only provoked by Sarada, but also likely a result of Sakura ALWAYS having to cover for Sasuke. (I am not saying Sasuke is a bad guy here, by the way, so don’t get mad.) Poor Sarada is asking questions all the time about her dad, and Sakura simply has NO answers besides the fact that he’s out on a mission. And with the threat of the mission being Uchiha related, she can’t give her daughter too many details I’m sure, just in case her daughter could then become a target somehow. 

Then throughout the rest of the manga, Kishi shows us all these other heart-warming moments of Sakura’s kindness and love towards her daughter, just in case people get the wrong idea.

(I never had my abuser ever give a fuck that I was sick, let alone watch over and worry about me. Pretty sure he would rather me die, honestly.)

(My mom would often give me super tight hugs when I was in trouble or sad, and it comforted me so much, and made me feel safe. I actually teared up at this part because of that.)

(Sakura passing on Sasuke’s little tradition to Sarada, even though Sarada doesn’t know it yet. Sakura’s trying her best to not only comfort Sarada, but also somehow express her father’s love for them both without him even being there.)

(Sakura, exhausted, still trying to protect her daughter from whatever she can. I mean, Sakura is limping and beaten down from the crazy Shin dude, but she loves Sarada and wants to get between her and any existing or potential danger.)

(Okay, again, this hug had be in tears. I miss my mom so much right now, I may have to call her after this.)

ANYWAY, to wrap this up because I actually am crying (I am a little ashamed of myself right now, I honestly did not think I would cry at all writing this), Sakura had one moment of anger, and Sakura-haters grabbed onto it excitedly to create new reasons to convince people to hate Sakura. Sakura, in my eyes, is nothing but a worried and caring mother. She was basically a single mom for 10-ish years too. She raised her child on her own, and Sarada obviously benefited from her mother’s love and parenting. She’s strong, intelligent, healthy, and level-headed (for the most part).

(In case you are wondering, though I am sure you aren’t, my mom got divorced when I was a teenager so I had some decent teenage years to help me recover and all that. So my mom is definitely safe, as am I, and she is married to a wonderful man now. So no one needs to worry about me, though I’m sure you weren’t at all.)

So, that’s my quick defense for Sakura.

This is pretty touchy for me, so if you do want to argue, please be civil. I honestly don’t know if I should even post this, but I get so angry when I see people accuse her of being abusive. Because I look at all those sweet moments Sakura has with Sarada, and I FEEL that love. And it hits my heart every time. (My eyes are totally watering up again, I am so lame!!)

Thanks for reading :)

(And if you do want to discuss anything with me privately, feel free to message me about it. I doubt you do, but hey, if someone out there is reading this and needs someone to talk to or confide in, I’d be happy to!)

The Office

2 teams of 6 good looking men, 1 intern, 1 receptionist and an overwhelming amount of tension and flirting.

Part Two - The Hazing

Genre: CRACK | Fluff | Angst
Members:  OT7
Word count: 2,503

A/N: Honestly I’m not a big fan of this chapter but some tidbits of info in this one are essential for later on. Let’s just call it that one episode that almost cancelled the show… cool? cool. - Amelia

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“Kim Taehyung!” I yelled. “Are you kidding me?!”

“What now!?” Hoseok groaned. I probably killed his ears these last two days with all the shouting. The other boys looked up from their desks to see Jungkook’s computer mouse glued to my palm.

Jungkook slipped away from Jimin’s desk and rushed to my side, frantically asking if I’d be alright. The rest of the boys were murmuring amongst themselves then I could hear one of the chairs scraping back on the linoleum.

“Taehyung, you idiot.” Yoongi’s eyes darkened, like some kind of beast had awoken inside him.

“Hyung, don’t hit him again!” Jimin intervened, walking over and standing between the two boys desks.

“This is a big offence Jimin. Let me teach him another lesson?”

“How about we let Y/n decide how to deal with this situation?” Namjoon suggested, and then they all looked over to me.

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