actual tears in my eyes right now


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


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.

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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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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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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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 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.


A langst thing I thought of
Prompt: Lance snapping at the team
Warning: self harm, minor gore, and mental breakdowns.
Let’s get this terrible party started shall we?

We were in a battle. The galra ship we were fighting had these really strong shields but I could see two specific weak points and I bet if we shot them both the battle would end.
“ Hey guys?”
Then they went on with their conversations, do they really not see what I see?
“Guys I-”
“Lance now is not the time” shiro said, trying not to sound stressed.
“SHUT UP LANCE!” Pidge yelled again.
Interrupted again? Really?! I’m trying to help!! I finally had enough of this bullshit. Why won’t they listen?!
Finally I snapped.
“NO YOU SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME YOU IDIOTS!!” I’m not sure what happened but we disassembled voltron at that moment.
“IF YOU WONT LISTEN THEN ILL JUST BEAT THIS GUY MYSELF!” I felt tears falling from my eyes, I did nothing to stop them
“NOW JUST STAY QUIET AND OUT OF MY WAY” I flew past all the other palidans, they were so quiet. I shot the first weak point, success. Half of their shields were down. I hit the next one no problem. Then I aimed for their weapons. It was actually really easy for me to his just the right spot on all of their blasters and cannons so they wouldn’t work. In no time at all they were turning around and retreating. I laughed at them running away but the wave of joy was soon cut short by regret. What I had shouted at my team, they probably hate me. I started hyperventilating so I flew back to the castle as soon as I could, ignoring all the things everyone else was saying. I didn’t want to talk to them, I’d only be interrupted anyways. The moment I got tho the castle I ran as fast as I could to my room, I think I heard allura say something? I have no idea what it was though. Finally I was alone, the door to my room shut and everything was quiet, at least outside my head. I took off my armour and put on my normal clothes, and I sat on my bed. I felt numb, I looked at the floor. Tears still falling from my eyes but at an even quicker rate, still hyperventilating, the room was spinning. My words echoed in my mind getting louder and louder with every iteration. Out of habit I rolled up my sleeve and started scratching my arm hoping the pain would ground my soaring thoughts.
I said that? I really said that to my team, my friends.
I was shaking. I couldn’t see, or I could see just couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing.
“Why did I do that? Why am I such a horrible person? Why? Why? Why?!” I started saying to myself, eyes darting around the room hoping that if I just looked in the right spot everything would make sense. Suddenly I felt a hand around my wrist pulling it away from my arm, I forgot I was scratching myself. I blinked and realized that right in front of me was a red jacket. I moved my eyes up to see a look of pain on Keith’s face. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stared. Then after a few seconds he hugged me. Finally everything went quiet in my head. I heard Keith’s shaking breaths. “We are so sorry lance” he whispered, his hands running through my hair.
“Fuck I’m so sorry” he said again.
I put my arms around him but flinched when my bleeding arm touched his back. I was bleeding? I looked at my left arm and noticed how all the way up my forearm my scratching had caused big ragged gashes all over.
“Oh god” I whispered as I pressed my face into Keith’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry I- I didn’t-you were- I” why can’t I complete a sentence. I fealt a large hand touch my back and looked up, it was hunk.
“It’s ok buddy” he said smiling “You did save the day after all”
“Yeah we should be the ones apologizing” pidge said appearing behind hunk.
Shiro cut me off. “No buts, we should have listened to you. You single handily took out a galra battleship.” He smiled putting his human hand on my head. “You did great”
I started sobbing into Keith’s shoulder again.
When I had finally calmed down I realized it was just me and Keith now. Alone in my room. How long have I been crying? I looked back at my arm and realized that I had gotten blood all over the back of his jacket.
“Oh god Keith I’m sorry” I said placing my hand on the stain. Keith pulled back from the hug and looked me in the eyes.
“It’s fine” he said smiling. “I know how to get blood stains out”
“ That’s not concerning at all” I laughed
He then pulled me down to the bed and hugged me yet again.
“Shut up” he said sarcastically placing his arm under my head like a pillow. I guess I didn’t realize how tired I was because shortly after I put my head on his arm I passed out.
The end.
(Sorry if this sucked, I don’t normally write fanfic…I TRIED OK!)

I’m Yours (Bucky Barnes)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: 1940′s!Bucky is leaving tomorrow and you’re spending your last moments with him in a dance club.

Warnings: smoking, sad Bucky, a little angst

Word Count: 1440

Audio to the song mentioned:  (If anyone knows how to add audio to a text post, please tell me!)

Smoke from cigarettes and celebratory cigars curled into the dusky light of the club. The dance floor was littered with soldiers about to ship out and the girls they would be leaving behind.

You smiled as you felt him sidle up behind you, his left hand landing on your waist.

“Miss me sweetheart?” His lips brushed against your ear. James Buchanan Barnes had always been the town catch, but you were the only one to catch him.

“You were gone for three minutes, James.” You knew he loved it when you called him that. You turned around to face him, leaning one elbow on the bar. He had a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth and his hair was mussed up. His uniform jacket had been discarded in some corner a while ago and his sleeves were pushed to his elbows.

“But you still missed me.” He said, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you in. He took a long drag on the cigarette, his boozy blue eyes still locked with yours. 

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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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Could you maybe do #72 wth Jared

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

Tight chest, closing throat, pounding heart. Yep, here it comes. You bolted for the closest lockable door and slammed it behind you, flipping the lock and keeping everyone out. The second your back hit the door, you sank to the floor and sobbed into your hands. There were no tears, just sobs. Dry heaves. Any horrible thing your body could throw at you, here it was, all falling on your shoulders at once. A knock on the door vibrated against your back, then a voice you’d recognize anywhere.

“[Y/N], unlock the door. Let me in, please.” Jared pressed his palms against the door and waited for you to unlock it.

You reached up and flicked the lock again, opening it for him. He pushed on the door and scooted you across the tiles as he squeezed through a just-big-enough crack. You couldn’t look at him, but you felt his hands on your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“Jared, please.” You whimpered. “I need space. I can’t breathe.” Grasping at the tiles, your nails dug into the porcelain.

“Listen.” He pushed your ear against his chest. “You hear that?” 

You nodded.

“Listen to my heart. Can you feel my chest moving when I breathe?” He inhaled deeply, proving his point. 

You nodded again.

“Good. That’s good. Try to breathe like me, alright?” He held you tight until you began relaxing in his arms. “I’ve got you. Tell me what you need.” He looked down as you pulled back and glanced up at him with tear filled eyes.

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” You sighed.

Jared’s eyes wrinkled a little around the edges, just enough to let you know he was actually smiling. His dimples popped in his cheeks, indenting deep into his skin. 

“I didn’t expect you to actually do it.” Shaking your head, you looked down.

“Hey, look at me. I’d do anything for you.” His fingers held your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Anything?” You bit your lip.

“Anything.” He nodded, a small smile pulling on the corners of his mouth. 

“Even…” Trailing off, you pressed your lips to the underside of his jaw.

Jared was taken back by your action, but bent his neck and the next time you went to kiss his neck, you were met with his lips. They molded between yours, forming perfectly around your lips. His kisses were soft and lingering, deep and filled with passion. Jared was your lifeline, and this kiss was him throwing out the preserver. You would hold on to this until the day you died, this kiss would hold steady in your mind even when nothing else was there. Your first kiss with Jared. And far from your last.

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13 Reasons Why

I have just finished watching the last thirteenth episode, and decided to wright my review of this tv series. I read a book 2 years ago and I really liked it, at least as much as you like reading about our f*****d up society that make people want to end their lives. So, when I heared that there will be a tv series based on the book and producer of it is Selena Gomez, it was interesting for me to watch. So there came the premier and I watched maybe 3 episodes and today I watched the last one. I don’t know why, but I didn’t have very high hopes for this one, but this show was a hundred times better that I could imagine. “13 Reasons Why” is very emotional, sombre and really heartbraking. When I watched every episode, and espesially the last one, I wanted ro cry or I cried, actually right now I am sitting with tears on my eyes after watching 13 episode. 

It is actually hard to watch how ugly our society is. All those people on the tapes, not all but the majority of them didn’t feel themselves guilty, they just wanted save their own asses and live happily ever after, forgetting about the fact that they were the main reason why Hannah will never have a future. And I think that it’s very interesting that when Clay remembers Hannah, everything is so bright and sunny and when there shown present everything is grey and colourless, it’s like Hannah was that person to Clay that made him happy and when she’s gone everything around him is reflection of his devistation. She also had plans for future, she had her dreams that’ll never come true. Hannah Baker was a pretty positive and friendly person, we can see it in the beggining. But this school and those people broke her and unfortunatelly this is happenning not only in the book or tv series it is happenning in real life.School was a hell for me, teachers didn’t gave a f**k about us, no, they actually did but only about popular kids, and kids were really cruel, I was bullied too and I know that It might also happened to you too. We can all relate to one of the characters, whether you are Hannah, Clay, Jessica, Alex or someone else.

 I truly believe that every person have to see this tv series and think about how we treat other people and to what consequcses it may lead. We have to be less egoistic and care more about others. Also, I think that parents should watch it too, because it very presiecly pictures teenager’s life nowadays and parents have to know what is going on with their children. Moreover not only parents have to talk with their children, but we also have to be more open with them. And if you are a person that think that your story is similiar to Hannah’s in some way, please listen to me( I know that I am a complete stranger, so why would you listen to me, but), if you feel that your life is pointless just stop for a second and think, imagine your life after all this shit will be over, and you’ll have a long life ahead of you, you can move to another city or country, get a job of your dream and you’ll have a people around that will care about you. So, if you have a problem talk about it, tell it to your parents, or friend or just write me, I promise I will listen to you and I know that for some reasone it’s much easier to talk to the stranger than to people that are close to you.

A Second Chance ( Lin x Reader )


Summary: (Y/N) is in a hurry and she bumps into Lin, her ex, in London.

Warnings: slight angst, heartbreak

Word count: 1,167

a/n: It’s day 4 of @hamwriters Write-A-Thon! The prompt was to write a fic that happens in the place you live. Since I live in London (which isn’t really that great if you were wondering) I decided to set it in London. I still can’t believe that I’ve lasted this long.


All your dreams had come true. Being a doctor that performed life saving surgeries on people, and living in another place rather than New York.

Living in London was bleak. Sure it was your dream come true but you never expected it to rain almost every single day. You were 30 years old and still single. Well. You had a few boyfriends and a fiancé, but none of them really cared enough to stay. So you ended up giving up looking for ‘the one.’

It was a cold, rainy day (so no different from any other day) and you were sitting at the window sill of your small one bedroom house. You sighed as you watched the little droplets of water racing down the window pane. All of your dreams came true, yet you were still unhappy, unsatisfied. Without noticing, you dozed off into your dreams.

You woke up a few hours later with your phone ringing. Yawning, you grabbed the device, realising that the hospital calling.

“Hello?” You said, sounding half asleep.

“Dr (L/N)? There’s an emergency surgery about to happen. Are you available to get down here as soon as possible?” The other voice on the line told you.

“Of course. I’ll be right there” You replied.

You ended the call and rushed to your front door to put your jacket and shoes on and dashed outside. Luckily, you only lived 15 minutes away from the hospital, so you took a single bus there. You got off the bus and you were in such a hurry you were unaware of everyone around you. To your surprise you bumped into a brunette man, which resulted you in falling to the ground.

“Oh god. I. I’m so sorry. Here let me help you up.” The man said.

You couldn’t help but notice that you had recognised that voice from somewhere. He held out a hand and you took it, pulling yourself up to be face to face with him. You knew who this was. It was Lin.

“(Y/N).” The moment he said your name. Everything. Came. Back.


You were in Lin’s dorm room and it was your 2 year anniversary with him.

“Liiiiin.” You cried, desperate to get his attention.

He didn’t reply but grunt at you. Signalling for you to stop bothering him.

“Lin! You’ve been at this for 2 days straight!” You looked around his dorm. Everything was a mess. “Have you even slept? Or-or eaten?” You asked him.

“Leave me alone (Y/N)!” He finally said. “I need to get this done.”

“I’m not leaving until you either go to bed, or get something to eat!” You tugged on his arm. “Please!”

“I told you already just LEAVE!” Lin yelled.

“L-Lin.” You whispered. “Please.”

“You’re not important to me right now. Okay? This is. Just leave already”

A tear slipped out of your eye. You weren’t. Important. He didn’t love you anymore. It was better to just. Leave him. Let him be.

“Sorry.” You said, your voice barely a whisper.

With that, you opened the door to his door room and left. More tears were escaping your eyes.

—End Flashback—

You couldn’t believe that he was here in front of you. After all those years of being apart. Lin was actually. In front of you.

“Lin.” You replied.

“What are you doing in London!” He asked. Pulling you into a hug. You were shocked really. Did he forget the way that you ended the relationship?

“I. I actually have to rush. There’s something I need to do to right now. Uhm. Here’s my number.” You took a pen out of your jacket and wrote the numbers on his hand. “Call me.” You told him before running off to the hospital.


The surgery was a success and the patient was an easy patient, not reluctant towards the surgery at all. You were once again, back at home, sitting on your sofa, waiting for a pizza to be delivered to you.


You picked up your phone to a text from an unknown number.

From: Unknown Number
Hey! It’s Lin.

You forgot that you had just given your number to Lin. Where was this going to go.

To Lin:
Hey, what’s up?

From Lin:
I was wondering if you would like to hang out. You know. Talk?

To Lin:
Sure. Wanna come to my place? I’m waiting for a pizza to be delivered

From Lin:
Yeah! Sounds great.

You texted Lin your address. To be honest, you were quite nervous. The last thing he said to you before your encounter with him today was that you weren’t important. You wondered if he still thought the same thing. That you weren’t important. You had heard a lot about Lin and how he created a musical named 'in the heights’ and how he was working on a new one about Alexander Hamilton. You on the other hand were not famous in the media, you were famous for your work in hospital. But that wasn’t important in the world’s eyes

In only a matter of time, Lin arrived at your house as you heard a knock on the door. The pizza came just 5 minutes ago. You went over to your front door and opened it.

“Hey.” You tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Hi.” Lin looked the same. This time you looked at his face in detail. His facial features had stayed the same, he just looked older and hair was longer.

“Oh. Uhm. Come in.” You walked to your living room as he followed you, closing the door behind him.

You both sat down on the sofa next to each other. It was awkward. His hands were fidgety and you were biting your nails, one of your worst habits.

“So.” Lin broke the silence. “When was the last time we saw each other!”

“April 2002.” Still biting your nails. “The year we graduated from Wesleyan.”

“Ah yes. I got so much credit for that final essay I wrote.” He said, getting quieter as he spoke. Maybe he realised that was the essay that broke you guys up. “The essay that…” Lin paused.

“Broke us up.” Your voice barely a whisper.

There was another awkward silence as you continued biting your nails.

“I’m sorry.” He confessed. “I. I thought about our argument almost everyday since we had it.” He continued. “I didn’t mean it when I said that you weren’t important. You were my life back then.” He rambled. “That’s why I’m so grateful that I bumped into you today. To tell you how sorry I am. To ask you a question you would never say yes to. To ask you to give me a second chance.” He finally finished.

You stared at him. Dumbfounded. Lin actually said he was sorry. That he didn’t mean it. That he was grateful that he bumped into you. That he wanted a second chance. But did he deserve that?

You took a deep breath.

“Lin. I think you should leave.”

Christmas Shadows

Fifth Imagine of the 12 Days of Christmas! Next is Deadshot aka Floyd Lawton.

Fandom: Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children

Summary: Christmas is a horrible time for Enoch and nobody knew why until Enoch told the reader why. 

Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x (Female)Reader

Requested?: Nope

Word Count: 1747 words

Published Date: December 18, 2016

Warnings: kissing scene,

Know: (y/n)- Your Name, (f/f)- Favorite Flavor, (h/l)- Hair Length, (h/c)- Hair Color

‘The Sweetest moments of the season are the times we share.’

- Unknown

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“I don’t know where he went, (y/n). He just sort of disappeared after I tried to give him a present.” Olive told the girl before shrugging, “He’s always liked this around this time of year. I’ve asked him once before, but all he did was blow up in my face. So try not to ask him if you find him.” (y/n) sigh as the girl patted her back before leaving her alone in Enoch’s bedroom. She has been looking for her boyfriend all day long and yet there was no trace of where he could be. Apparently Miss Peregrine knows where he was, but she wouldn’t say. Wanting to find out what is happening with Enoch, she continued her search. 

So she started to look in the places that won’t seem likely of where he’ll go hide. She had already checked the other places that were obvious like; his bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, library, dining room, other children’s rooms. The place that seem very unlikely of where he would go would be outside. Quickly, she ran down the stairs and ran out the door excitedly. Her head was so focused on finding Enoch that she didn’t notice the soccer ball flying at her. When she did though, she yelp and fell to the ground on all fours. She looked up to see Hugh and Millard playing soccer and now they both were looking down at her. 

“You okay, (y/n)?” Hugh asked, a few bees flying out of his mouth. She nodded as she stood back up, brushing the grass off her dress before looking around the area. 

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anonymous asked:

An imagine about reacting to Barba's secret?

A/N: This turned out to be more angst filled than I expected. A big thank you to @ohbelieveyoume​, on whose blog I found the title of this imagine and with that the inspiration to write it. Let me know what you think

I strode into Barba’s office, and as calmly as I could asked, “How did you not tell about this?”

Without even looking up from his paperwork he said,  “It was a long time ago.”

“1776 was a long time ago but we are still feeling its effects.” How could he dismiss me like that? Trying to be civil I sank into the chair opposite his desk. 

He looked up at me and said. “I’m sorry… actually I’m not. I did what I thought was right.” He said it with a look that could have gotten him into “there but for the grace of God go I” society.  

“Without looking at the consequences?” I didn’t really want this fight. We were supposed to go to a Bed and Breakfast this weekend. I wanted to celebrate not have a knock out drag out fight.

“I was fully aware of the consequences.” At least he was looking at me now.

“You just never thought you’d get caught. We have these rules for a reason. I love you and your bleeding heart, but come the fuck on! Why would you…?”

“Because I needed to put him away.”

“So you ruined that woman’s life and with that her daughter’s life. You knew full well that she was going to buy cocaine. You didn’t care if she overdosed. Not to mention that having someone under the influence testify is fifty kinds of wrong. You just wanted your conviction. It didn’t matter probably didn’t hurt that it boosted your conviction rate.” Now he was angry. I had been wrong. I did want this fight. I needed him to realize how stupid he was.  

“He was a…”

“I don’t fucking care how bad he was. I don’t care if he was Satan incarnated. You have any idea what this means for you? They are going to go through every one of your cases, to see who else you “helped” along. You’ve effectively insured that you will never work again. Not only will you be disbarred, you’ll hung out to dry by everyone, and that’s not to mention the charges you could be facing. She was high on the stand Rafael! That makes her testimony invalid, and if this guy has 2 brain cells he’ll appeal his conviction and be out by the end of business, and then sue you for more than you’re worth.”

I took a breath and realized I was standing again.

“So? All that matters is that he’s behind bars.” He said this as if it was obvious, as if anyone else would have made the same call.  

“You don’t seem to get it. This “ends justify the means” bullshit doesn’t fly with me.” 

I felt like grabbing him, and shaking the gravity of situation into him. He stood up to fully face me, bracing his hands on his desk.

“Is this about me and my “transgression” or about you protecting your boss?”  

Without a thought I slapped him. He recoiled in stunned silence that I used to take a steadying breath and as evenly as I could I say:

“You want to know what I would have done if I just cared about my job? I would have put out a statement saying that “I had no knowledge of your actions and that I cannot condone any such actions.” That would have been it, but guess what I’m here. I am not even sure why anymore… You know what the worst part is? The fact that you kept paying her family off.”  

“I am not.” He said it with such conviction that I had to laugh. 

“You are. It’s blood money. You are trying to assuage your guilt by paying her off. It’s not out of some noble notion of helping out. It is because you feel guilty that you ripped that young girl’s life to shreds.” 

I looked into his eyes and knew I had crossed a line. There was no coming back from this and I felt an unexpected sadness settle into my chest. Tears started to well up in my eyes but I pushed them back down. I didn’t need this right now.  

“How dare you? I only want to help.” I realized that he needed to believe that he hadn’t caused irreparable damage. That what he had done was worth it.

“Is that what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night? Do you have any idea what’s going to happen to you?” He opened his mouth to reply but I cut him off again. I needed to get this off my chest. “Spare me the fucking martyr act. Your precious Liv might get it, but I don’t. How could throw everything you’ve worked for away?”

“I am so sorry if ruined your chances of getting into the next fundraising meeting.”  

It would have hurt less if he had punched me. Did he really think that little of me? Without another word I picked up my phone off his desk and made to leave, but he caught me at the door.

“Don’t you dare, we are going to finish this conversation.”  

“No we aren’t.” I looked him in the eye. I needed my next words to land, because I wasn’t sure I was strong enough to repeat them “I am done. This is over.” Without another word I pushed passed him and out the door.

The second I was out of Carmen’s eye-line I ducked into the nearest bathroom. The second the door closed behind me the tears I had been fighting finally broke through. When I had calmed down a bit I opened my purse and pulled out the little plastic stick that I had bought last night. I had actually been excited to see the two pink lines. They had seemed so cheerful, so… right.

Now it felt like all the happiness had been sucked out the world. I stared at the stick for a long minute, remembering the wonder that had been the last year of my relationship with Rafael, but I knew it was over. The fact that we had lasted this long was a miracle. Taking a deep breath I wiped the tears off my face and before leaving the bathroom threw the stick into the nearest trashcan.

Lin x reader. " I wanna get better."

Words// 1045
Thanks again to @hardrock-lafayette being amazing and editing.
Oh shit I wrote a thing and no one swears.
Who knows I might start actually writing more.
Also I’m not perfect if you see something that’s wrong please message me. (If it’s serious, if it’s one misplacement of a period I’m not doing anything.)
I walk up to the counter at the pharmacy to get my medicine for the month, a small smile on my face.

“Hello, Kayla.” I smile up at the pharmacist. She’s the only person who knows about where I am mentally, and she gives me my medication every month. I can’t skip getting them unless they’re closed because of ice on the roads, which gets tough. It almost never happens, but I make it work when it does.

“How are you Y/N?” She asks as she goes back to get my prescription. It helps me when she talks to me, it helps keep me from feeling lonely or freaked out and it helps me keep feeling sane.

“I’m okay Kayla. Everything got tougher and they’ve been putting too much stress on me, even though my boss told people to stop making me do their work, and it’s making me angry.” I rant for a few seconds knowing that I don’t want to talk to Lin about this. Everything he’s taken on right now is stressing him beyond what I’m dealing with. Lin’s my best friend, he’s my rock, and I may or may not like him romantically.

“Well talk to your doctor Y/N. It’s important that you get this taken care of and don’t have any more problems with work. The stress will affect the medication.”

  “I understand, thank you.” I say as I grab the prescription and put them into my purse while walking back home. I should be at work, but I needed the day off because of everything. My boss is the other person in the city who knows about my mental state and she said to get some time off, bless her. Getting time off means convincing Lin to take a break, go out, and stop writing for an hour or two. It also means I have to pretend I’m okay, Pretending I’m not hurting inside. I stop when I realize I’m in front of Lin’s apartment building.

“Heck,” I mumble under my breath.

“Lin let me in I’m freezing.” I shiver. His apartment building has always been frigid, not as cold as some places in winter, but it gets very cold in this building. Something about ‘keeping everyone fresh.’ In the summer okay go for it but it’s the beginning of spring so not a smart move landlord.

“It’s open Y/N.” Lin’s voice is muffled because of the door in between us. I open the door, walking in and sitting right next to Lin while he vigorously types away on his computer. I look at the computer over his shoulder watching him save the document then close his computer.

“I found some things…Y/N you didn’t tell me about the medication…why?” He asks with a soft voice. I stop to look at him with a confused expression. How did he find out how all this happened?

“I didn’t want you to worry about me and get stressed any more than you are.” I say, looking down. Lin stands up, grabbing my purse off the floor and getting out my refill for my prescription.

“I didn’t mean to keep this from you, I was gonna tell you after everything calmed down.”

“How long?”

“What?” I question.

“I asked how long have you been keeping this from me?” He asks. His voice doesn’t sound angry with me, and that’s what scares me the most.

“I found out a little bit after you left Hamilton.”

He looks so angry. No, it’s not anger, it’s disappointment. The man I love is disappointed with me because I didn’t tell him about something serious.

“Really? You thought it would help me? What about you? Huh? Did you think about you?”

“I wanna get better,” I mumble.

“The way you do that is by talking to me.” He sits back down on the couch next to me, grabbing my hand.

“You have to be able to trust me…Y/N please just trust me.” He says, looking me in the eyes. I stand up quickly. I didn’t want this to happen right now, I’m not in the right mind to do this.

“I’m leaving, I can’t do this right now Lin.” I say with my voice shaking. He holds my hand so I can’t walk away from him.

“It doesn’t matter anymore Lin, please let go of me.” I whisper. His face falls, and he looks as if he was gonna cry. I don’t know why, it’s not like he actually cares, no one really does.  

“Please don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re beautiful, smart, you’re everything someone wants.”

“Shut up.” I squeezed my eyes closed and I felt the tears go down my face.

“Stop pretending to like me, stop pretending.” I sob out, not meeting his gaze.

“I love you…please sit back down and talk to me.” He whispers

“Why should I? Give me a reason to sit down and talk to you.” I say, not trusting myself to make choices at this moment. I don’t have anything left to lose but him. This is all my fault.

“Because I love you, because I love every single thing about you, because you’ve always been there when I need you most.” Lin said, his tears finally falling down his cheeks. I laugh because I know he’s lying.

“He’s lying to you” The voice in the back of my head sneers. It’s only there in the darkest of times. Am I ruining what Lin and I could have?

“I love you so much. Not just as your friend, but as a lover. I love you.” I whisper, my hand still in his. He pulls on my hand and I collapse into him.

“I love you so much, I wish I told you sooner.”  

I begin to cry again. This whole conversation could have been avoided, but I let him find out, I didn’t keep it quiet. It’s my fault. Lin strokes his thumb over my hand calming me down.

“I love you, let’s go get some food, then come back here, yeah?”

Maybe things happen for a reason. I had never expected Lin to confess his love for me, but he did. Maybe this is the beginning of something different?

So listen

That entire v app video was gold. But, I want to talk about a few of my favorite moments. I’d love to break down the entire video, but that would be one long ass post. 

So, the beginning. Jimin’s just by himself, being little awkward angel Jimin. Honestly he’s the cutest. But then only a few minutes later, bam! Enter Kookie from stage right.

First of all, Kookie clearly has no more personal space issues with Jimin. He is right there guys. RIght. There. He comes in and Jimin’s like, why are you here? And Kookie makes up some excuse and Jimin knows it’s not true, but he’s like aight whatever you say Jungkook. Okay Jungkook, that sounds fake, but okay.

Can we just take a moment to appreciate Kookie’s 100% Innocent™ expression? What hyung? I’m totally innocent. Jimin ain’t falling for none of it Kookie.
(I also love that as soon as Kookie enters the room, Jimin becomes much more relaxed and comfortable doing the show.)

So then this happens.

Can we just…can wE JuST?! The eyes he’s making at Jimin. Like, whoa. Those are some serious bedroom eyes Kookie. Plus the quotes taken out of context just add to everything. It almost seems like he’s hinting that the upcoming concert isn’t the only thing making him nervous ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) But as soon as Jimin turns to him he looks away. But we saw it Kookie. We s a w it.
(Can you imagine Jungkook looking at you like that and saying” Don’t you hear my heartbeat?” Are you dead yet?)

Next is this moment.

This pose right here is some romance novel cover shit. It’s some Disney prince and princess shit. It’s some “look deep into my eyes and fall for me” s h i t. The sexual tension here is wow. To me, it’s actually pretty rare to see sexual tension between these two, but I fucking feel it here. The way Kookie is looking down at Jimin like I wanna kiss you so fucking bad right now. And the way Jimin leans back to look up at him? I’m done.

And then finally, back to sweet and adorable Jikook.

They look so comfortable with each other here. They’ve grown so much and it honestly makes me tear up a little. Plus these smiles are just precious. Again, definition of personal space? They don’t know it. 

There are so many more beautiful moments in this broadcast but this post is already way too long. 

(gif cred x x x x)

Jikook is love. Jikook is life.