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BTS replaced you. - pt.END

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Originally posted by mimibtsghost

“You guys have no idea how hurt she is that you basically threw her to the curb and left her like that.” I looked at all seven of the men who stood before me after Y/N had ran to her room and closed the door behind her.

“Why are you interfering? What did you say to her to get her to hate us like this?” Jungkook stood before me, squaring up as if he was ready to throw a punch. But I took a step back.

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The Mob

Protective Best Friend Shawn miniseries

Originally posted by mednes

Shawn’s out at a radio thing. You were originally planning to go with him, but you ended up not waking up early enough to go. So you’re up in his hotel room killing time until he’s done. You woke up a couple hours ago, which was a couple of hours after Shawn had left.

After lying in bed and scrolling through all your social media accounts, you decide that you really want to try going to a little cafe you saw the day before on the way to the hotel. It’s a couple blocks over. After getting ready, you head downstairs. Once you’re in the hotel lobby, you notice that there seems to be a lot of people outside the hotel. Looking at the demographics, mostly teenaged girls with a few dudes with cameras off to the side, you think it’s safe to say they’re there for Shawn. Good thing Shawn isn’t with you.

You exit the hotel, and you’re caught off guard when the noise levels increase from the people around you. Girls start rushing you, the first few asking for pictures. You’re flustered and confused as to why they’d want pictures with you when you’re nobody and Shawn isn’t even here. You don’t want to tell them no, so you agree. After a few pictures, they start asking you questions about Shawn. You try to be polite and answer what you can.

The paparazzi somehow decide that you’re now worth photographing, also something you don’t exactly understand. So now there are cameras flashing. And girls start asking you personal questions, and pushing in closer and closer to you. More phones are being shoved in your face. More girls are wanting pictures. And it’s just you alone in the middle of all of this. You’ve never found yourself in a situation like this before. Ever situation close to this, you were accompanied by Jake and Geoff and Andrew and Shawn. You were never alone in the middle of the crowd.

You force yourself to breathe. And you try to be polite and not let it show that you’re seriously freaking out, even though you are. It takes a lot longer than you’d like, but you finally manage to push through the crowd and make it down the street away from the hotel. At least no one follows after you. You speed walk to the cafe, and decide not to get coffee since your anxiety levels are already so high. You get a croissant and a hot chocolate, and then you take a seat in the corner to eat and try to calm down.

Just as you’re finishing your croissant, you receive a text from Shawn letting you know that he’s on his way back to the hotel. He’s asking you what you want to do for lunch and if you want to go out to explore the city. You quickly type your response, letting him know that you already ate, and that you’re not really up for exploring. A few seconds later, your phone is ringing, and its Shawn calling.

“Hello?” You answer, quietly. The cafe is mostly empty, but still you don’t want to be rude or inconsiderate. You take the last bite of the croissant and throw your trash away before taking your cup still half full of hot chocolate and heading outside. You stand in front of the cafe, hyper aware of everyone around because the last thing you want is to get caught in another crowd.

“Hey y/n. We’re about ten minutes out. You don’t want to walk around the city?” He questions. “You were so excited about it yesterday.” He says, and he’s right. You wouldn’t shut up about exploring the city, but that was yesterday.

“Yeah, I think I’m just going to go back to the hotel in a little bit.”

“And you’re going to stay there? Are you not feeling well?” He asks, sounding confused. He has a right to be since you’re always the one who wants to go and explore. You love traveling and seeing new places, and you hate being stuck inside for too long, so whenever you happen to be visiting Shawn in a new city, you always want to see as much of it as you possibly can. But this time its different.

“No, I just don’t really feel like going out.”

“Uh, okay.” He responds, still sounding confused. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay,” You say, getting ready to say goodbye, but then you think of something and say, “Wait, Shawn!”


“Do you think, maybe, do you think that Geoff would be able to walk me into the hotel?” You ask.

“Hmm?” He questions like he didn’t immediately process your request, then he says, “Y/n whats going on? Why do you need Geoff to walk you in?”

“I just don’t want to walk in by myself.” You respond. “Please,” you add, and your voice must sound desperate because Shawn agrees. He assures you they’ll be back in about five minutes.

You go into the shop right next door to the cafe to pass some time. When Shawn texts you that they’ve arrived, you reply that you’ll be back in about ten minutes. Even though its only a three minute walk, you want to make sure that Shawn is inside before you arrive. You don’t think you can take the chaos that is his fans when he’s around.

Geoff meets you about halfway between the hotel and the cafe, since Shawn asked for your location and you told him where you were, he must have sent Geoff after you.

“Hey, y/n.” Geoff greets you. He tries to make small talk, asking about your morning, and telling you about how the radio thing went. You’re just glad he doesn’t question why Shawn had him come get you. Again the fans start getting excited, probably because they all know Geoff too, but this time it doesn’t get too crazy. Geoff leads you through the group of fans and into the lobby, and this time its uneventful, which you’re grateful for. Shawn is waiting inside the lobby, hidden from the view of everyone outside.

He stands up when he sees you, pulling you into a hug. “Whats going on?” He questions, as soon as his arms are around you. He probably could sense the unsteadiness in your voice on the phone, and he worried. You just shake your head at him, letting him know you don’t want to talk about it now.

He lets go and you head towards the elevator with his whole crew. When you reach your floor, Andrew says, “Let me know if you want to go get lunch or anything.”

Shawn glances at you quickly, then responds, “Probably not, but we’ll let you know if that changes. Thanks, Andrew.”

He nods, and you and Shawn stop at his room, Shawn pulling out his room key. He opens the door, and you immediately walk in and lay down on the bed. He follows closely behind, taking a seat on the bed, and looking over at you. “Y/n, please tell me what happened.” He finally says after a minute.

“It wasn’t anything. I just don’t feel like going out today.”

“Thats a lie. I can’t try to help you if I don’t know whats going on with you.”

You don’t respond, you just roll over and bury your face in your hands. He scoots a little closer, you can tell because you feel the bed move. He starts rubbing your back soothingly, and you just stay like that for a while until he suddenly stops moving his hand.

“What the fuck?” He says, and you lift your head to look at him. He’s staring at his phone, and you’re confused, since the look on his faced shows he’s pissed. “So this is why you don’t want to go out.”

“What?” You question, sitting up a little.

“They fucking mobbed you.” He says, his eyes still not leaving the screen.

Of course he would find out. it was naive of you to think that he wouldn’t.

“Shawn–” you try to explain, but he interrupts.

“That’s not okay, ever. Fuck! They can’t do that!” He’s pissed.

“Shawn, its okay.” You try to tell him. You really don’t need him to be angry like this right now. You know that he’s only mad because he knows it affected you so much, but you really don’t think you can deal with him being mad right now, even if his anger is on your behalf. 

“No, its not. They don’t have a right to do that to you. You don’t deserve that. You didn’t ask for it, you didn’t sign up for it. They can do that shit to me, but not to you.”

“Shawn,” You say, your voice a lot quieter than you wish. “Please can you just leave it?”

He looks at you like he can’t believe your request, “No, y/n. I saw the video, and it was just you there, alone in the middle of everyone. That’s unacceptable.” 

“Shawn,” You repeat, “I just can’t. I don’t–I don’t want to think about it right now. I won’t go out alone anymore. It’s fine.”

He sighs loudly and runs his fingers through his hair. “Y/n,” He finally says, and you think he’s going to say something else, but he falls silent after that. 

“It happened, we can’t change it.” You respond.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes, and you can tell he genuinely feels responsible for what happened. 

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“It was, if it weren’t for me, there wouldn’t be anyone standing outside the hotel.” This sentence could come off as cocky in some senses, but coming from Shawn in this moment, the way he’s saying it its almost like he’s saying he’s the reason for people trying to kill you or something.

You lean over, resting your head on his shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself, please.” You tell him. He doesn’t respond, and you know that means he’s not agreeing to your request. “Shawn, seriously,” You speak again. And finally he nods. 

“Let’s order room service and watch a movie?” He offers, and you nod in agreement. Thats the best thing you’ve heard all day. 

Sweet Pea x Reader | Safe🌹part.1

•The reader finds herself in the middle of the street on a rainy night. She can’t remember anything about her life, not even her name. Sweet Pea finds her and takes her home, wanting to keep her safe more than anything.•


I was walking in the middle of the street, rain pouring on my long t-shirt. I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know who I was. It’s like someone had rebooted my brain and dropped me in the middle of a dark street somewhere i’ve never been. My old sneekers were flooded and my hair was sticking to my forehead. I jumped as a loud noise suprised me from behind. A motorcycle’s headlights blinding me. I started shaking. Were they going to harm me? Oh believe me, I must’ve looked like a deer in the headlights at that moment. The engine stopped and the light turned off as a tall figure walked towards me. I stepped back and tears ran down my cheeks.

“Hum.. Are you alright?” The figure asked, it’s voice deep and scratchy.

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I got to see his face when he stood under the streetlight. He was handsome. Just seeing that he was about the same age as me made me less scared of him.

“What are you doing alone in the pouring rain? You must be freezing..” he said. I stared at him, not sure if I was meant to trust him yet.

“Don’t be scared.. I won’t hurt you okay? I just want to help you.” He said, removing his leather jacket.

I must’ve looked terrified. I was. He had a black eye and a fresh scar on his cheek.

“You can trust me.. My name’s Sweet Pea. I know it’s terrible but I think it’s a bit funny.” He smiled and approached me. I didn’t step back.

“It’s okay.. here, it’ll warm you up. You must be cold.” He said, putting his jacket on my shoulders.

I instantly felt the warmth overcome me. I must’ve looked horrible in the long t-shirt that I was wearing, only my underwear underneath it. Was this even my t-shirt?

“You look a bit lost.. Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked, worried.

I shaked my head mentioning “no”. I didn’t even know who I was. He frowned and looked around. We were in the middle of the street, pouring rain falling on us.

“I can’t let you here alone.. there’s a killer on the loose. You need to come with me okay?..” he said, taking my hand.

I panicked and removed it from his grip.

“Hey it’s alright… I won’t hurt you I promise. Just trust me okay, you can’t be here alone.” He said.

I took his hand again and he helped me get on his bike. He had only one helmet and i wondered how he would make this work. He slid it on my head and smiled.

“Here, you look all badass now.”

I smiled a bit and he did too. He sat in front of me and spoke up again.

“You’re going to have to hold on tight to me okay?” He said, starting the engine. We drove in the empty streets for a few minutes until we arrived into what looked like a campground. A small trailer house was surrounded by trees and plants. He helped me get off the bike and removed my helmet.

“This is my home. I know it’s a bit small but it’s all mine. You’ll be safer here.” He said, leading me inside.

It was indeed very small. But it was better than being alone in the streets. He locked the door behind us and cleaned up a bit, realising how messy it was. I looked around and noticed that there wasn’t a lot of furniture. Only a small couch, an old tv, a table and two chairs were there.

“I’m gonna get you dry clothes, you can stay here.” He said, starting to walk away.

I grabbed his big hand with both of my small ones. I didn’t want him to leave me.

“It’s okay, i’ll just be in the other room, don’t worry.” He smiled.

I let him go and hugged his jacket closer. It smelt good. He came back with a sweatshirt and some grey pants.

“You can go change in the bathroom, it’s just down there.”

I looked at where he pointed and looked back at him. It was dark down there, i didn’t want to be alone.

“You don’t want to be alone do you?” He said.

I nodded and looked down. Why was I so terrified?

“Okay then.. I’ll just turn around. is that okay? I’ll put my hand in front of my eyes too.” He said, turning around so I could change.

I quickly did and tapped his shoulder when I was done. He turned around and chuckled when he saw me. I looked like a clown with these big clothes on.

“We’re gonna go get you some clothes tommorow. Girl ones. A bit smaller than this okay?” He smiled.

I nodded also smiling. For the rest of the night, we watched a bit of tv. He had made a fire and had wrapped a blanket around me to warm me up. He was very nice to me. He didn’t have much in his refrigerator but he had soup. He made us each a bowl and it felt good to finally eat something.

“Are you going to talk soon? I want to know your name.” He said, tasting the soup.

I couldn’t bring myself to say something. Even If I could talk, I didn’t know my name. I felt like an idiot because of it.

“Oh.. you don’t remember your name do you?..” he asked, looking down.

I shaked my head and he looked at me carefuly. After a few seconds he smirked and spoke up.

“Let’s call you Rosie. Until you can remember your real name.” He said.

I smiled and finally felt like I was real. Rosie. It was a nice name. It was getting pretty late and sweet pea kept yawning. I wasn’t that tired but i needed a bit of rest. He let me sleep in his bed. The covers were soft and he instaled a night light so i wouldn’t be scared during the night.

“Goodnight Rosie. I’m going to sleep on the couch in the other room alright?” He said.

And i felt scared again. I didn’t want to be alone. He was the only person i trusted right now and i was terrified. 

“Stay..” I said. My voice was raspy from not talking for so long. He stopped and looked back at me.

“Stay with me.. please?” I said, holding back the tears. He thought about it for a few seconds and nodded. He layed next to me and awkwardly stepped under the covers.

“Thank you..” I whispered.

He smiled and placed one of my lose strand of hair behind my ear.

“I’m gonna keep you safe alright?” I nodded and smiled. “We’re going to find out what happened to you. Now get some sleep alright.” He whispered back.

I closed my eyes and tried to get some sleep. I was safe. Safe from something Dangerous that I couldn’t remember.

Hope you enjoyed it! It was my first Riverdale writing so any feedback would be really apreciated❤️:) If you guys are interested in a part 2, just let me know:)


anonymous asked:

The head manager of my store has been on vacation for the week. Yesterday I walk in and the first thing the assistant manager says, before even hello, before I've even gotten to clock in, is that she NEEDS me to do as much reshop as I can tonight. No big deal I got this. NOPE. I go over to the reshop area and theres about 60 small hand baskets full of stuff, and about 12 big full sized carts OVERFLOWING. I got us down to about 6.5 full carts and 40 hand baskets.

To Protect You

Summary: My idea of what happened in the car between Betty and Jughead after the drag race in 2x06.

Word Count: 1300

Notes: I really wish they would’ve shown how Betty came clean with everything about the Black Hood, so since they didn’t, I felt the needed to write it. Here it is :)

“Goddamnit. I cannot believe Archie called the cops,” Jughead shouted angrily as he sped the car away from the scene of the drag race. For the second time, he slammed his hands down on the wheel. “Fuck!” He was so mad… so, so mad.

Betty gulped, watching Jughead let some steam off. He was clearly worked up. In some way, she understood. It may have seemed like Archie betrayed him, but he had the best intentions in mind. As the boy she loved oh, so dearly drove, she said, “Jug, I think he was doing it to protect you. I know you guys are in a rough patch, but you’re like his brother, you know that.”

Jughead’s face contorted to show even more frustration. Before saying anything, he checked the rear view mirror, making sure no one had followed them and that they were far enough away from where it all took place. Once sure, without any warning, he quickly pulled the car to the side of the road. “Okay, Betty,” he said in a harsh tone. “You claim you never stopped loving me and all, but to me, it really looks like your back on board with Archie… loving on him now.” Betty’s eyes widened, not expecting Jughead to say this. “You have him break up with me for you. You ‘confide’ in him. You probably even knew he was going to do that—”

“Jughead, I didn’t know that,” Betty squealed. “And I don’t love Archie, I love you!” She was just as frustrated now. “No matter how much all this Serpent stuff scares me, I know how important this was to you. I wouldn’t have told him to do that… not that it was a bad idea. Jug, I need you safe!” She never really raised her voice, but it just seemed like everything was coming out right now.

Jughead furrowed his brows. “What do you mean? You keep saying that! You broke up with me to protect me? You need me safe? Protect me from what, Betty? I’m the one who joined the Serpents, I don’t think you can really do much to protect me there,” he shot back. He knew that before the breakup, things were being hidden from each other, and now it all needed to come out.

“Not the Serpents,” Betty said, her voice lowering a bit. Looking down with shame, she mumbled, “From the Black Hood.” Before Jughead could start questioning her, which she could tell he was about to do from his facial expression, she put a hand up to hush him. She gulped and uncomfortably shifted in her seat. “I know I hurt you… by having Archie do what needed to be done. I told him not to be cruel when he did it, but I don’t know how well that worked out,” she winced.

“He’s was crueler than—” Jughead was still a bit on fire, so he kept spitting things out.

Betty let out an annoyed sound. “Shut up for a second,” she said expectantly. Jughead nodded with a bit of reluctance. “I would have never been able to break up with you, Jug. If I did it, you would’ve seen right through me. You would’ve known—” Her voice cracked and tears started to well up.

“Know what, Betty?” Jughead pushed at the subject. His voice had now softened as well, seeing that something was really, really bothering her.

“You wouldn’t known something was up,” Betty responded, not being able to say it at first. Without making eye contact, she sucked in a breath. “I’m so sorry, Juggie. He was calling me, telling me if I didn’t cut you out of my life, he’d do it for you,” she said through tears. She wasn’t sobbing, just lightly crying.

Jughead tensed up at the thought of something threatening this girl… his girl. “Who was calling you?” He said meticulously.

Betty started to shake her head. “I’m sorry, Juggie. I had to. It was the Black Hood… you know what he’s capable of,” she cried. “So none of this has to do with Archie, do you understand? This is because I love you, and I need you here, okay?” Her eyes were now on him.

Jughead’s face went completely pale. The seriousness that was in her voice and in the look that she was giving him made the boy’s heart feel like it was shattering into a hundred pieces. He knew very well that this was the first time that she was fully letting her guard down and letting everything that she had been holding in out. He felt like a complete and utter dumbass, and in reality, he kind of should.

“I’m such a fucking idiot for letting him order me around like that… for playing his stupid game. I’m done. No more. I’m gonna—” Betty started to go on and on and on, tears still running down her face. She stopped talking when Jughead leaned over and pulled her into his chest, holding her close and tight.

Jughead, who was still in shock of what he was told, couldn’t muster up words right away. It was like all of his frustrations from the drag race had completely drained away, and his only focus was her. “I-I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I was so caught up in my own life with the Serpents, I didn’t even notice. I should’ve seen something was up when we were at Pop’s,” he said into her hair. He was rubbing up and down her back.

“It’s not your fault,” Betty said into his chest, clutching onto his leather jacket.

A new emotion was in Jughead though. One that he had been feeling since the deed happened. He knew it may have been a bad time to bring it up, but it was now or never. “I do have something to be even sorrier about,” he said. “W-when Archie left, and the initiation was over… Toni, uh, she kissed me,” he blurted out. He was terrified of Betty’s response, so he was happy that he couldn’t see her face right now. He had expected her to pull away from the hug, but instead she just shoved her face closer to him. Eventually, he felt wetness going through his shirt… tears. “I’m so sorry, Betty. I was so heartbroken and she came out of nowhere,” he babbled.

Betty felt like she had gotten punched in the face with that one, but she knew she couldn’t be angry. “I don’t blame you. It’s okay,” she whispered. “She’s pretty,” she said then, not knowing what Jughead wanted right now. Her mind was just so clogged up that she felt like she couldn’t think straight.

“Not as pretty as you, and she and I both clarified that nothing was there between us,” Jughead said, pulling back so he could look at Betty in the face. “I love you, Betty Cooper.” He wiped away her fallen tears. “Through Archie, through Toni, throughout fucking civil war that’s about to start… and through the Black Hood, I will not let anything happen to either of us anymore, okay?” He kissed her forehead. “I am not letting anything hurt you,” he whispered. “We’re gonna fund the Black Hood and take him down, I promise.”

Betty agreed. She knew that they’d eventually find the Black Hood, but they had to be very careful in doing so. She needed one last ounce of clarification though. “You and me? We’re good? Bughead, again?” She asked, using the ‘ship’ name that Kevin had came up with for them.

“Yeah, Betts. We’re us again,” Jughead said in a promising tone. The two of them then shared a sweet kiss, one they had needed for a long time. They had missed each other so much, but for now, they were okay.

theredandwhitequeen  asked:

Fic prompt generator: #7 for situation and sentence #32, plus robron. :)

The anniversary of something


“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”

The light streams into the room, and Robert’s eyes flicker open delicately. He’s got Aaron’s arm thrown over him lazily and it’s cutting off the blood flow through his right arm but he doesn’t seem to care.

Because Aaron always looks the best when he’s like this, completely at peace.

It makes Robert nuzzle his head towards him and he can’t help the way he has this urge to wake him up, like he’s some giddy teenager.

And then,

The feeling seems to leave him and he doesn’t know why for a second, but then his brain catches up with his heart and he uncovers what day it is today.

He’s lasted a full three years without touching alcohol.

It’s a triumph, a massive one considering the fact that he’s spent most of his life dependant on the thing that caused him the most pain. It was all dark for the longest time, the very longest time.

And then he was passing out, in hospital, and this man was looming over him wearing a grey jumper and a soft smile.

It was Aaron who changed everything, made Robert feel like he had someone.

He wasn’t a therapist or anything. He was just from a charity, wanted to help for some odd reason.

“You don’t seem that much older than me.” Aaron had said, bit his lip. “I saw you get wheeled in and -”

“You usually just plonk yourself in loser’s rooms and wait for them to wake up?”

Aaron’s eyes widened and Robert felt awful suddenly, didn’t take it back though. He waited it out, had his eyes on Aaron’s blue ones and didn’t know why he felt like his heart was beating out of his chest.

Aaron stood suddenly, cleared his throat and Robert didn’t want him to go. He really didn’t because he didn’t have anyone else did he?

“A friend of mine from my village runs a few sessions in the local hall.” Aaron scratched at his eyebrow. “Her name’s Laurel. She was a -”

“I’m not an alcoholic.” Robert blurted out, knew deep down he was lying to himself. “I’m just bored, I’m just -” because he doesn’t have a job, he doesn’t have someone to go home to, his family were fucking ridiculous with him and so he drank.

And he’s always done it, since he was young, since he was disowned by his father.

He’d just drink, just drink and drink until everything was numb and he didn’t have to worry about how lonely he was.

Aaron nodded his head and then passed over a little poster advertising for the meeting. “My name’s Aaron’s.” He said awkwardly and Robert felt his heart tug. “I - yeah sorry for disturbing you.”

“Don’t be.” Robert said softly, meant it.

Now, Aaron’s nose is twitching and Robert shivers as he feels the younger man blink his eyes open and smile at him.

It’s the same one he smiled when he showed up at the village hall two weeks later.

“You actually came?” Aaron smiled out, looked like he was ridiculously proud of a flipping stranger.

Robert nodded, because yeah, he didn’t want to but it sort of made sense considering he was running out of money, spending it all on booze.

“Come in then.” Aaron said eagerly, so fucking eagerly that he nearly held Robert’s hand and then he was blushing hard. “Sorry.” He said, and Robert didn’t want him to be all of a sudden.

“Morning.” Aaron says now, voice soft, filled with a gentle ease. “God, have you just been staring at me.” It’s not even a question, just a statement Robert is forced to smile at.

“Maybe I have.” Robert shrugs out, and then Aaron’s got a hand on his waist and he’s pressing their bodies together.

The touch, the sensitivity, it makes Robert think back to when they first touched like that.

It was raining, and Robert was holding a bottle of something and Aaron was telling him not to drink it.

“Why? I went to those shitty sessions and it didn’t help.” Robert snapped.

“It will!” Aaron screamed back. “Just - just give it a chance, I promise I -”

“Why do you even care?” And it was a good question because Aaron was just supporting him, held his hand last time he opened up in front of Laurel and the others. He’d make sure he got himself safely and had enough money for food and  it was going far beyond a charity worker doing good by his community

And he didn’t know what his deal was.

“I just do!” And the rain was crashing down now, making Robert want to turn and run somehow, neck the whole thing back.

“Leave me alone Aaron, you don’t have to pretend to care.”

And then he said something which made Robert find it hard to breathe.

“I care more than I should.” Aaron shouted over the sound of the rain. “Because - because I’m really falling for ya and I want to help you through this.”

It made Robert drop the bottle to the floor, and maybe it was symbolic of something but didn’t think about it too much because the next thing he knew, Aaron was kissing him gently on the lips and Robert was feeling everything else fall away.

Robert looks deep in thought now and Aaron gulps, frowns a little.

“I haven’t forgotten what happened today.” Aaron whispers, snakes a hand right up to Robert’s chest and feels his heart beat.

He does that a lot.

Robert doesn’t like to think he’s checking if he’s still alive, because it makes him feel guilty for Aaron loving such a loser.

The type of loser who gave in three months into being with Aaron, drunk himself silly for a reason he hardly knew and ended up being sick all over Aaron’s shoes.

Only got a:

“You’re lucky they were old ones.” As Aaron hugged at his chest and didn’t judge him.

Not once.

“I know how special it is, I know what it means. You know that right?” Aaron’s saying, and Robert just nods his head silently.

“Three years.”

Three years since he stopped drinking, three years since Aaron told him he was loved, so loved and it’d be okay.

Three whole years.

Aaron bites his lip. “I’m so proud of you.” He shudders, has hands coming up to cup Robert’s face. “You’re just -”

“I wouldn’t have been here without your help though would I?” Robert tells him suddenly, “I hate to think about what would have happened if I didn’t wake up to see you staring down at me with a smile on your face.”

And Aaron looks shaken. “Don’t then.” He smiles out nervously and then Robert’s kissing his hand and the bed is soft and warm. “We should do something.” He says lazily. “I’ve got the day off, and so have you.”

Robert thinks about his steady fucking job and smiles because, how did that happen?

“What do you reckon?” Aaron asks then smiles. “Liv’s out with her mate so you don’t need to worry.” He teases and Robert rolls his eyes playfully because Aaron’s mardy sister burst into his life a few months ago and he doesn’t know how to feel about her yet.

She doesn’t like him, thinks he gives her brother grief and they’ve decided that she doesn’t need to know about his alcoholism.

So she just thinks he’s some health expert and that makes him even more popular, not.

“She’ll love you one day.” Aaron mumbles and then Robert thinks about what they can do today.

“I don’t want to do anything showy.”

Aaron scoffs. “Course not. I was thinking a movie marathon of all that Star Trek stuff you like.”

“Star *Wars.” Robert tells him, smiles and pinches Aaron’s side and then -

Aaron’s kissing him.

And they’re smiling.

“You’re saying you wouldn’t mind?” Robert says, knows that Aaron hates Si-Fi really, he knew that from the early days when Aaron would come with him to Laurel’s sessions (the ones he still goes to twice a month)

“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” Aaron shrugs out, so effortlessly, so full of this natural inclination to do good by others.

And he had done, by Robert. He’d saved a broken soul, made him hope for the future, hope for something *more.

Robert’s eyes flicker. “Happy?” He says, and then he’s feeling proud of himself for stopping with the drink, resisting it time and time again because of Aaron, and their relationship and for Vic and for - for himself too. “I’m happy.” He confirms and Aaron smiles. “I love you.” He whispers, face buried into Aaron’s. “You’ll never know how much I -”

“Neither will you.” And it’s because Aaron had demons too, ones Robert helped handle, and -

Maybe they saved each other.


anonymous asked:

Ok what do you think Ozpin/Oscar will suggest Yang and Weiss train for? Or should if they should have any training? I mean Yang has learned not to rely on her semblance, and Weiss taught herself to summon.....what else can they learn?

They still need to train though. Like I wouldn’t say they’re at any level yet ready to fight with Salem or even some of her henchmen. They’re still pretty young and just barely getting a grasp on all they can do. 

Plus I don’t think Yang or Weiss are going to even listen to what Ozpin has to say and tbh I hope they don’t. Raven was right about one thing for certain, they need to stop just blindly following what others tell them. Ozpin and Qrow and all the adults before them clearly fucked up big time the first go-round, so just repeating the same mistakes over again won’t do them any good. 

Personally, I’d like to see Oscarpin try to tell them what to do and Yang just gives him a metallic middle finger.


So i watched a video on the kakapos who look like a real life rowlet, kiwi, fat birb looking baby. They’re so fucking cute! They need to be protected at all costs from ppl who want to hurt them and the animals like rats , cats, every one of them. Even the idiots who say stupid shit like ( “i wonder what it tastes like”) um?? Stfu u nasty asf. These kids are not meant to be killed when there an endangered species. They are flightless , most of the times the males don’t even get to mate and its sad because they need to for their survival , they need people’s help , they need to be saved from horrible people and things that wanna hurt them. I love these birbs so much. I wanna protect all the birbs from horrible human beings who wanna do bad things. That’s why i hate people and prefer the company of animals instead, cause people are stupid and a lot of them don’t care for endangered species like the kakapos.

Wouldn’t it be amazing in a representation sense for Marco and Star to end up fully platonic? Imagine how incredible it would be for younger boys and girls to see that best friends of the opposite sex do not need a romantic relationship to have a super close bond. That love between two people of the opposite sex can exist without a romantic component. And, therefore, that platonic love is just as important and valid as romantic love. That two people of the opposite sex can even be soulmates because they’re best friends and how that doesn’t eliminate the possibility of finding, if they want to, a romantic soulmate in someone else. I just think it would be a great message to say “a girl and a boy can want to be in each other’s lives and care about each other openly without some secret, hidden romantic feelings motivating it”.

anonymous asked:

My dude pls expand on bottom billy

hello my dear anon I could go on for days about bottom!Billy, where do I start……….. 
Billy is not only a bottom, he’s also the subbiest sub to ever sub. 
He has a problem with authority and his father is controlling as fuck so he’s always being told what to do even though he says otherwise. And you’d think he’d want to have control at least in bed but nope, he just needs someone to take care of him instead.
He needs that sweet care of someone (Steve) being in control of him but not using it to hurt him, only to pleasure him and have him feel //safe//. 
He can let go of his tough facade and just be a pliant mess in Steve’s hands. 
Despite his playboy appearance, when it comes to sex with Steve he’s self conscious and nervous as fuck. He’d want to pleasure Steve first, suck his dick and enjoy the hell out of it, getting off on Steve’s moans and practically begging Steve to use his mouth and pull his hair. 
He wouldn’t even ask to be blown in return, he wouldn’t dare, and almost cries when Steve reciprocates and tells him how good and wonderful he is. 
When they have full sex, he asks - practically begs between whimpers - Steve to fuck him, and he expects Steve to be rough, expects him to take what he wants and that’s it. When Steve starts whispering sweet words in his ear, stretching Billy with his fingers first and then gently - oh so gently - pushing inside of him, making sure he’s comfortable, Billy’s heart threatens to leap out of his chest. He clings to Steve like a drowning man, hooks his legs behind Steve’s back and pulls him closer, buries his face in the crook of Steve’s neck and he feels safe and cherished and so good. 
He also expects Steve to leave him as soon as they’re finished, expects him to discard him like a used toy because yes Billy hates himself like that, but Steve kisses down his chest and then wraps his arms around him and he’s kissing him and Billy could die right there because his heart is bursting. 
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yes, Billy is not used to being cared for and Steve Harrington is the most caring, selfless lover on this planet so Billy is gonna die, basically. 

highlights of my reaction for BTS

  1. I started crying bawling my eyes out and horribly singing along
  2. I was too shook to do the fanchant
  3. they didn’t even fucking send them off they just continued with “and now this random person comes up and talks”, and HE APPRECIATED THEM MORE BY SAYING “I STILL NEED TO RECOVER FROM THAT LAST PERFORMANCE”
  4. shit they need more appreciation.
  5. did I mention I cried?

Honestly I don’t even refer to Xehanort as tan, because tan is such an ambiguous description of skin tone. Like, do you mean white/bright skin ‘tan’, or do you mean ethnic tan?? Cause those two are completely different kinds of tan

anonymous asked:

How is respite kid doing?

RK is doing okay. She’s not fairing any better in her current home than she was in ours. The foster parents have different feelings about her threats of suicide. As a result, she’s done a couple of stints in-patient which didn’t happen here. However, I respect that people parent differently and have different experiences. I think the foster parents are in a tough situation (it’s their first case), and they are doing a good job.

All the food hoarding and over eating issues continue. They are not being addressed even though I had said they needed to be and the current foster parent is saying the same. I believe it’s going to be a life-long issue for her. I don’t think it stems from food insecurity either. I believe it stems from food being used as a coping mechanism, but that’s just the armchair psychiatrist in me, so take it for what it’s worth.

RK wants to go home. My understanding is that TPR is being filed. Mom is basically doing nothing but telling RK that the worker is the one responsible. Same old, same old. I’m so relieved I no longer have to deal with RK’s parent.

RK and I are FB friends. I see her at least a couple of times each month at church. I love being the fun adult she knows and has a relationship with, but not having to parent her. She’s very easy to love when not living in the same space.

anonymous asked:

Im not sure if im in an abusive home, but for the past 3 years of my life, my mother has non stop made me feel worthless, always putting me down and making me feel like nothing. Its either intimidating me into doing something or shattering my confidence. I have horrible self esteem because of it Then she turns around and says she cares, but i have not a clue what to think of it, and now im locked away in my room and not allowed to come out even if im thirsty or hungry. I just need clarification

That is emotional abuse/manipulation. Not letting you leave for food and drink is neglect. I am so sorry.

anonymous asked:

Don’t you think Minho is an awkward dancer? Like he’s not as good as Taemin. Or maybe sometimes it’s just the choreo. Minho is so tall. Sometimes he looks awkward as hell when he dances.


Let’s just ignore the fact that Taemin has been dancing since the 6th grade and is the best dancer at SMent, maybe/probably even all of KPOP. 

My question is why tf do you (or anyone, for that matter) feel the need to compare Minho to Taemin, or even the other members of SHINee. Like….why? Of course he’s not as good of a dancer as Taemin (his dad moves are bomb tho and I love him). Even I’ll say that and I’m Minho-biased as hell. When he first started, yeah, his moves were awkward when he danced, but he was an awkward 16-year old and that’s to be expected. But, even then, SMent wouldn’t have put him in SHINee (or even in the SM The Performance WITH Taemin, to name just one of the dance performances he’s been in) if they didn’t think he was talented enough. I will say, though, that his dancing is a lot cleaner now (to me, at least) and I feel like he’s really graceful and fluid when he dances.

Now…the real issue I take with this question is that you’re comparing Minho to anybody. Like…..*deep breath*…..okay

His parents said that he needed to be more like his brother. They even said when he was cast by SMent that his brother would make the better idol. Since SHINee debuted, he’s been compared to the other four by “fans” who have deemed him useless and said that he should just leave the group….like, what the actual fuck. 

How about, we do everyone a favor and not compare people to each other. Speaking from experience, it’s damaging to your self-esteem and honestly? we should be appreciating and praising people based on them and them alone. If you’re going to compare Minho (or anyone) to somebody, compare him to the person he was the day before.

every song on american boyfriend makes me so emotional i can’t handle this shit i remember playing papercut for her and i was like “i cry to this song a lot haha” then she showed me some of her favorite songs and now i’m realizing this isn’t even about american boyfriend anymore this is about the time the frank ocean girl came over and i’m still not over that it’s been like a week she still has me shoook what’s punctuation i don’t need it have a goodnight this doesn’t make any sense my old habits are telling me to say sorry but there’s no reason to apologize for this what’d i even do wrongbye

Ok, so I need to speak about something that has been happening recently. I have noticed that some people have been bashing the lucky fan that got to speak to BTS, Sabrina I think her name was, and I would just kindly like to ask those doing that sort of stuff to grow the fuck up. So what if she messed up a little on the pronounciation? She was really excited and nervous at the same time, do you realise how hard it is to even say something in english when that much adrenaline is going through you? Very fucking hard. And the fact that she immediately said that she wasn’t good at Korean shows that she was aware that she messed up and that she was apologising if she messed up any other stuff. Korean is a fucking hard language anyway, especially for someone that has spoken English for most of their life. I would know because I am a student that has been taking languages as a subject since I was twelve. But honestly, the fact that she even bothered to try and speak in Korean to them, THEIR NATIVE LANGUAGE, just so they wouldn’t have to stress out about speaking in english speaks a lot about her as a person. And she was such a sweetheart too, she wasn’t just fixated on Jungkook like other’s tend to be, she addressed the band as a whole and talked about how much she loved them all. Y’all that are criticising her need to take a concrete pill, harden the fuck up and stop being so salty. 

Anyway, I know she probs won’t see this, but Sabrina, congratulations on being able to speak to the boys :D I was honestly so proud of you for actually making an effort to speak to them in Korean, that was so brave of you to do, even when you knew you were a bit shaky with the language. You did such a good job anyway so I don’t know why you were too worried. Hopefully you got to see them in person! Congrats again bub ^_^

All Big Life Events, Etc. are now over and I don’t have any other major obligations until January (when I visit family for the holidays).

I’m simultaneously relieved and anxious as hell.

I can no longer push shit off by saying, “oh… Well, after x event, I’ll do x thing…” (x being finding a temporary job, finding a sustainable and intriguing hobby, establishing what type of movement I enjoy, etc.) because all of the Things have ended.

Somehow, even keeping up with my professional instagram and thinking about future content is stressing me out.

Ever need to fucking chill?? I need to fucking chill.

anonymous asked:

i feel kara wouldn't want to tell lena she is supergirl because she can just be human w lena. since she came onto earth, she was krptonian, she remembered krpton unlike superman. she always felt she wasnt human. her biggest struggle is because shes not human but lena brings out that human side to her because she doesnt know and that she can just hv emotions and do human things w her and mayb shes a lil selfish cz she wants to keep that human side to her as long as possible

this is what katie has been saying.

imo i think she can still be human around lena even if lena knows abt her powers. i think kara needs someone who would know all about her and still treat her like a proper human being instead of an alien. i think lena would do that, i think she’d look at kara as human first no matter what. i dont think anyone likes to keep a side of them hidden and that cannot be good for a relationship of any kind


We got to come home last night around 8pm. The kids ran outside and their first words were, “where’s the baby?” Peyton unbuckled him from his seat and immediately had to hold him. Logan wanted to hold him too.

I worried so much about how Logan would do and he loves him!! If Nolan isn’t right with us Logan will say, “where’s my baby brother?” It makes me so excited for their relationship to grow.

Both the kids are going to be great helpers, even when I don’t need the help. :) I couldn’t be more in love!!