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anonymous asked:

Hi, when i adopted my dog they said to get a martingale collar for her, because she pulls on the leash, so they said it would good. I just have weird feelings about the collar because it pulls on her neck. Is the martingale collar good or something you recommend or not?

Martingales are designed to prevent a dog from slipping out if their collar. It does not choke them, it just tightens up on the slack so if your houdini decides to do the ol’ back up and slip out move, the collar stays on. They are not intended to be training collars. My dog wears one cause he’s fancy. His neck is so long that 1/2″ collars look weird on him, so i’m now addicted to 2″ collars with cute designs!

Back to the point. Whatever you use must be intended as a stepping stone. Your goal can be a nylon collar, rolled leather, or martingale (brachycephalic breeds need harnesses) but these are for dogs who do not pull. You do not want flat pressure around the neck, it will damage the trachea. 

So you try out whichever method you deem fit for your dog & pair it with training. There is no right answer, your dog will be different from everyone else’s. Some people will encourage their methods over others, but ultimately it is what works for your dog.

It is important to know that every tool that is used to prevent pulling is considered an aversive technique. Positive punishment. You are providing an unpleasant response to an undesired behavior. Whether thats a head collar, neck collar, or body harness. So in order to prevent yourself from relying on these methods, you must pair commands with your leash walks. 

Dogs do not know how long the leash is, especially since you’re constantly moving. So when you give them a correction the instant they pull, they aren’t really getting the message. You’re being reactive, instead of proactive, and that can get confusing. Dogs pull because it usually gets them what they want. They want to get to that tree, and if they yank your arm, they get to go there! So you need to first remember that you are walking your dog for them, not for yourself, and use the privilege to smell as a motivator. If your dog pulls, then he does not get to smell that tree, but if he walks nicely - then you need to reward him by letting him smell the tree. A walk where you go around the block with no interruptions may sound nice to you, but it is torture for your dog! So many smells! Sights! Sounds! And you’re just going to go back home!? What is their incentive to not take control and make you stop at every fire hydrant?!?

Alright, so what to do? You simply give them a warning before they’re about to reach the end of the leash. Let them know that the end is near! What happens after your warning is strictly up to you and what works for your dog. You can change directions, stop in your tracks, or give a correction. I tell Charlie “easy” when he gets close to the end, and he almost always slows down right before he pulls. We tried every other method out there before he finally got the picture. Neck collars, harnesses, head collars… some work wonders for dogs, and some can actually make the pulling worse!

But ultimately, you can’t just rely on your tool to do the work for you. Nothing out there can actually teach your dog not to pull, because the second you remove that device - they’re going to pull! 

I’ll give you my go-to analogy. You’re in your car on the freeway, most likely you’re going to speed a little bit, speeding gets you where you want to go, faster. Now you’re on the freeway but there is a police officer nearby, you cannot speed without being negatively impacted. So when the collar is on, the dog is going to listen, when the collar is off… he probably wont. Why? Because the only incentive to not speed is to not get a ticket, but what if there was a reward for not speeding. Every time you went the speed limit, you got to get something you desired! Well then i’m sure a lot more people would go the speed limit!

(TLDR;)
Ok, enough cheesy analogies. The point is, teaching your dog not to pull takes training. There is no collar out there that is going to teach your dog anything, they are just band-aids. Your goal is to no longer need them after a period of time. But, some dogs have underlying reactivity issues and may never be able to walk nicely on a leash. Just because it can be simple, doesn’t mean it is for everyone. There are those who rely on their gear without even trying to train, but there are dogs who are either in the middle of training, or are not responding to training, that have to use this stuff. What i mean is, not every dog learns the same way. Just because you may have trained a dog once and it was super easy, doesn’t mean that all dogs are super easy. I have met Golden Retrievers that will make you want to cry and don’t even care - they just do not respond to positive reinforcement, and that is certainly not typical for the breed. So anyone with a Golden Retriever can scoff and say well MY Golden Retriever was walking nicely on a leash at 6 months. That means nothing! Stop judging!

Dating J-Hope would include
  • •back hugs Galore
  • •constantly reassuring Hi there he is amazing
  • •having to force him to rest when all he wants to do is practice
  • •when he is finally in bed after hours of trying to force him to sleep he hold you tight
  • •you caressing his arms, chest, head, face and back, putting him to sleep immediately
  • •waking up late to find him gone but he left sticky notes everywhere that list different things we loves about you
  • •BEACH DATES
  • •SOO MANY BEACH DATES
  • • Skin ship everywhere because he doesn't care that people know you are his
  • •He loves taking pictures of you when you stare off into space or when you at focused because he loves the faces you make
  • •the boys complaining that you guys are too happy all the time
  • •When he is away on tour he tends to forget to contact you
  • •you feeling insecure that he will lose interest because you think you aren't as pretty as the other girls he sees everyday
  • •Him holding you in his arms tightly
  • •"No girl I have ever met or ever laid eyes on were nearly as beautiful or as perfect for me as you"
  • •Disney marathons
  • •SCREAMING SCREAMING ALL THE TIME
  • •BOTH of you are loud and clap loudly and point at random things that make you laugh
  • •He love playing with your hair
  • •"why do you always play with my hair?"
  • •"Hush, I love your hair, it's pretty and soft "
  • •He loves playing and dancing in the rain with you
  • •him forcing you to go with him and the boys to Kota kinabalu
  • •Him forcing you to pack sundresses and cute bathing suits
  • •him looking like a deer in the head lights when he sees how sexy you look in the biking he made you take
  • •"Dang Hobi hyung how did you get such a beautiful girlfriend" "Yah! Stop looking Jungkook!" Hobi yells and throws his towel over your body
  • •At night he waits in bed for you to get out of the shower cause he can't sleep without you
  • •You come out in his over sized shirt and panties and he can only stare at you as you crawl into bed
  • •sweet love making all the time
  • •love bites
  • •Passionate kisses and soft moans
  • •BUT HE CAN ALSO BE DADDY AF WITH THAT KINKY SHIZ
  • •Spanking
  • •Harder biting
  • •dark hickey almost on every inch of you neck and thighs
  • •loves being called oppa in and outside of the bedroom because your voice is like music to his ears
  • •whenever you are out together he always makes sure that you are comfortable and asks of your feet hurt
  • •if your feet ever hurt he will pick you up and carry you on his back
  • •You hardly fight but when you do it's over something really bad because you both hate confrontation and are usually good at talking
  • •Fights usually don't last long because when he raises his voice at all when he is upset it makes you cry
  • •And he HATES seeing you cry
  • •so he would hold you tight and you both whisper apologies and say how much you love each other
  • •MOVING IN TOGETHER
  • •Repainting the house together
  • •taking a break to sit and drink water but you sit on a box and fall into the empty box
  • •both of you laughing like idoits but he helps you out of the box
  • •loving gazes shared between you two showing you love each other without even needing to speak
  • •having a long future ahead of you knowing you two could last through any storm as long as you where together
  • Hpe you guys liked this I thought it would be cute. I saw a few if these and thought I should give it a try 😊 -Julie
Keaton Henson sentence starters
  • "Do you know who you are?"
  • "Do you know your lip shakes when you're mad?"
  • "You don't like to be touched, let alone kissed."
  • "Does his love make your head spin?"
  • "It seems as though I'm on my own."
  • "I'm losing friends."
  • "I know that there's friction between me and you."
  • "I know that you're uncomfortable."
  • "I know it's hard for you to tell me the truth, but while we are doing so... I love you."
  • "You love to argue, you can't play guitar, but still, let me tell you that I love who you are."
  • "Love, I hope you are well."
  • "At least we now both have a story to tell."
  • "I feel you know me better than most."
  • "In spite of real distance, we'll always be close."
  • "I walked through the rain for you, you said to go home."
  • "Miss you terribly already."
  • "I hope for your life, you forget about mine."
  • "Please forget me, you were right, dear. I am cold and self-involved."
  • "I'll write my loneliness in poems, if I can just think how to start."
  • "I still worry more about you."
  • "I am rude and unkind."
  • "It's been four years and it does not end."
  • "I still felt alone, but I knew that you'd be there."
  • "I loved her more than I love myself."
  • "She is with another guy."
  • "I won't dance 'til you hold me."
  • "Please, don't leave me."
  • "I'm sorry, can't make your party."
  • "I'm afraid I'd kill your lover while your back was turned."
  • "So this is where you wanted to be, and it's a goddamn shame that you're not here with me."
  • "I see pictures now of the two of you and it makes me sick."
  • "Damn, I love you."
  • "Here's to you, you miserable fuck."
  • "Drink up, so we can both finally die."
  • "She's as stubborn as winter and as kind as the sun."
  • "Why was she listening to someone like me?"
  • "I know I'm awful, I can't even cry."
  • "You're my best friend, I'll love you til one of us dies."
  • "Teach me how to love you."
  • "I'll learn not to look at you with scorn."
  • "Don't expect me to change."
  • "I never loved you enough."
  • "This feels right and I'm letting it."
  • "I will not tire of you."
  • "Turns out that nothing is fair."
  • "You can leave me if you wish, but I'm not going anywhere."
  • "I am a fragile one."
  • "Please do not break my heart, I think it's had enough pain to last the rest of my life."
  • "You don't have to make any promises."
  • "If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life's best part."
  • "I can see in your eyes that you mean it."
  • "All of these years you've been lonely."
  • "You are right, I've been looking as well, babe, I'm not looking for you."
  • "I'm just as damn disappointed as you."
  • "I'm truly alone and I like it."
  • "Though we're young, I feel eighty years old."
  • "Your arms around me are keeping me warm, but baby, I'm still feeling cold."
  • "You're kind and you're beautiful, too."
  • "I feel in some way I do love you but babe, I'm not in love with you."
  • "You seem to look through me, I wonder what you see."
  • "I wish I could stay with you."
  • "I wish I could wake at dawn to see you without make up on."
  • "You look the best today."
  • "I've been right here waiting for you to wake up."
  • "You think you're better than them."
  • "I hope you end up missing me."
  • "Your friends will always just be in your way."
  • "I'm just getting started, let me offend."
  • "The devil's got nothing on me, my friend."
  • "All I want is to be left alone."
  • "Sweetheart, what have you done to us?"
  • "Oh please, just come here, don't fight with me."
  • "Baby, please don't look at me like that."
  • "I will see you in the morning."
  • "Don't think of me like that, just picture me leaving and not coming back."
  • "This is your home now so don't you forget."
  • "I did it all for you."
  • "I'll do my best to teach you to fly."
  • "Come on baby, make me fall in love with you."
  • "I guess we can make it all the way."
  • "Turns out we don't belong after all."
  • "This feels different than it felt before."
  • "Guess that you were just expecting more, come on, you knew me, what'd you do that for?"
  • "I am selfish to my very core."
  • "I'm so damn scared of dying without you."
  • "Don't lie, I know we're fixing to die."
  • "I'll smile and pretend and won't show to the crowd."
  • "No, I won't be the damnedest bit fucking surprised."
  • "I won't give up, not until I'm holding you."
  • "Don't let go of my hand."

edenian-princess  asked:

Ouuu, I have a request! How would the RFA + V + Saeran react if they had an MC who couldn't stop laughing over something? (When I find something funny, no matter how benign it is, I usually can't stop laughing for the life of me)! Please!

Ohhh I love thiss!! I’ve always been one to laugh until tears! 

I hope this is something you wanted!^^

Zen

  • you’re scrolling through your phone while you wait for the oven to go off
  • you come across one of those vine compilations and quickly play it 
  • you’re 5 vines in and omg youcantbreathe
  • itiswednesdaymydudes
  • zen hears your dying seal noises laughter from across the house and promptly investigates 
  • he finds you sitting on the floor crying
  • at this point your laughter is silent and for a second he is terrified 
  • but as soon he realizes that you are laughing, he pulls his phone out and takes a dozen pictures before you even notice his presence 
  • you’re just too cute for this guy
  • he’ll ask you what you are laughing at but the thought of it just makes you laugh even harder
  • eventually you’ll show him the vines
  • he’ll laugh a bit but you’ll be rolling over crying again 
  • it’s honestly not even that funny
  • but it’s okay because he loves your laugh more than anything 
  • “Your voice is music to me, princess.” 
  • you’d be laughing too hard to hear him

Yoosung

  • yoosung has been working on this quest in LOLOL for  h o u r s
  • “MC, the boss for this quest is said to drop legendary armor!”
  • you’re watching him bark out orders into the voice chat to his team 
  • he’s so excited it’s adorable 
  • he had already made an agreement with his guild that he would be the one who collects the loot
  • he probably screams when he defeats the boss
  • he begins to walk towards his earnings 
  • you don’t even play this game and the anticipation is killing you
  • the loot is just in reach when a fellow guild member sprints in front of yoosung and grabs everything 
  • the player leaves the game and the voice chat before anyone can react
  • Yoosung is frozen still
  • there is a long pause in the room and in the voice chat
  • he makes a pained groan and slams his head onto the desk
  • a laugh that you tried your hardest to suppress lets itself free and you quickly put a hand over your mouth to muffle it
  • “H-hey! MC, it’s not funny!” 
  • you laugh even harder
  • Yoosung is slightly offended
  • you try to explain that it was just the timing of everything and how quick it happened and that you aren’t laugh at him
  • you’re laughing too hard it just kinda comes out as a jumbled mess of “I’m sorry!” and “It was funny!”
  • baby tries pouting at you, but once he sees your huge smile he cannot bring himself to 
  • you manage to calm down enough to pepper the poor boy with kisses
  • He admits that it was a little funny

Jaehee

  • you approach her with a shit-eating grin on your face
  • you’re already holding in laughter when she sees you
  • “J-Jaehee?” you voice is shaking as you try to remain calm
  • “What is it, MC?” she stops, looking up from her work
  • “D-does J-Jumin-” you start laughing before you can even finish the joke
  • your legs give out and you’re lying face first on the carpet laughing
  • she is so confused
  • “Does Jumin what?” She pries. 
  • you manage to lift your head up and tell her
  • “D-Does J-Jumin Han is gay?”
  • She raises an eyebrow and smirks but doesn’t really understand 
  • she appreciates your humor

Jumin

  • cat videos ftw
  • While jumin is at meetings you stay home and watch compilations 
  • the ones where they try to jump onto something and  f a l l 
  • you’recryingtheyaresofunny
  • the meeting lasts shorter than expected so jumin comes home
  • he can hear your laughter as soon as he walks through the door, and follows the sound of it to the bedroom
  • you are rolling around the bed laughing
  • even the meeting was short, it was stressful and it didn’t go the way he had hoped.
  • hearing your laugh made everything feel better 
  • he stands in the door frame listening to it with his eyes closed until you notice him
  • and once you do, you show him the videos of the unfortunate cats
  • he thinks it’s a little cruel to laugh at them but there really is no harm
  • “As long as you are happy, MC.”

707

  • honestly, he would probably be the reason for your constant laughter
  • he’s also probably the same way
  • anything he says makes you laugh and he loves it
  • probably goes out of his way to make you laugh
  • will randomly (on purpose) fall over just because of how funny you think it is
  • can and will make dumb faces at you from across a room to make you laugh when you need to be serious 
  • can literally just make eye contact with you for a couple seconds and you will smile
  • he feels so good about himself whenever you break into a grin
  • he also laughs at his own jokes 
  • which makes you laugh
  • which makes him laugh
  • it’s a vicious cycle 
  • at this point, he’s pretty sure that he wouldn’t even make jokes if you weren’t around to laugh at them
  • what did he do to deserve you

V

  • he thinks you are the cutest
  • he doesn’t make many jokes but once you start laughing he does his best to keep you going for as long as he can
  • things that make him simply smirk make you roar with laughter and he thinks it is amazing
  • he probably thinks that your happiness is art
  • he cannot see but he is so glad he can hear
  • feels like he can see every color and shade through your laugh (he’s such an art hoe smh)
  • loves when he surprises you with kisses and/or hugs and you do that cute little surprised giggle

Saeran

  • he doesn’t really get it
  • It’s not even that funny
  • Looks really confused at first
  • He does understand that you are happy though
  • Your laugh makes him smile
  • He really likes it
  • Like
  • Really
  • he thinks he may actually go insane without it
  • He’d never admit it
  • He loves when he makes you laugh. it’s never in purpose
  • He gets a little(very) jealous when anyone else makes you laugh
  • will kiss your neck just to hear your happy squeak/giggle 
  • He is happy whenever you are
  • He hopes you always stay that way

anonymous asked:

I've been scrolling through the "abused" tag but I can't really find much that deals with /derek/ being hurt? I was wondering if you knew of any good fics were Derek is the focus of all that hurt/comfort? Thanks for having this blog, you guys are the best.

We have a hurt!Derek tag where you can find more….hurt Derek! Tada! And here’s an update. - Anastasia

Originally posted by alevay

Why didn’t you get rid of those ratty, old sweats? by lunasinger

(1/1 I 889 I General I Sterek)

Derek has owned this dirty and ratty pair of sweats for years and Stiles wants to know why does he still have them and wears them.

This is us by Nocturnalnightmare

(1/1 I 1,014 I Teen I Sterek)

The Stilinski household looked bare, empty. Even from the outside.
The garden overgrown and the windows black. Stiles let out a shaky breath as he stared at the house he grew up in.
His mothers laughter filled his ears and his dad’s witty sense of humor too as memories flooded his brain.
He pictured his dad, lying in the cold coffin. His skin as pale as snow. The sheriffs uniform covering the wounds, covering the truth of what happened.
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he brought his jeep to life, the engine roaring as it rolled gently out the drive way.
He had to go, he just had to.
He had to leave Beacon Hills.

No Shoes, No Socks, Better Morning Derek Theorem by A_Graph_You_Look_At

(1/1 I 1,271 I Teen I Sterek)

“Dammit,” Stiles sighed angrily and shoved a hand through his hair, tugging at it hard. He fell back against the tangle of blankets and pillows he’d left behind and closed his eyes. “Dammit, Derek.”

“What did I do this time?”

Fine by Nerdy_fangirl_57

(1/1 I 2,136 I Mature I Sterek)

In a world where everyone has the last words they hear their soulmate say inked into their skin Derek is devastated when he finds out that Paige, the love of his life who he has been dating for nearly a year now, wasn’t his soulmate after all.

Nobody by BrotherlySoulmates

(1/25 I 2,382 I Teen I Sterek)

When Stiles’ wish to become powerful finally comes true, he gets more than he bargained for and he wants nothing more than to become a nobody again…

Two Souls Into One Flesh by DerekHaleGirl97

(1/1 I 2,537 I Teen I Sterek I Girl!Stiles)

It all happened so fast.

One minute, Stiles was standing there besides Allison, watching with a wide smile on her face as her best friend and the love of his life were getting married.

Then the next minute, everything went to hell.

Dark Paradise by lollypops

(2/? I 3,308 I Mature I Sterek)

After one to many drinks Stiles walks home alone after celebrating is 18th birthday.

He was suddenly attacked from behind and dragged into his home where he was raped by a stranger.

Derek climbs through his window at the wrong time and false accusations are made.

The pack starts avoiding him, accusing him of cheating.

Stiles begins to take up an old hobby of his; Figure Skating.

Shitty Little Things in Boxes by inatshej

(1/1 I 3,577 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek looked over Stiles’ books and all the other shitty little things he was bent on keeping, not caring about them being Stiles’ possessions anymore and gripping them tightly, crying over each and every one that struck a memory in him, crying even more when he didn’t recognise another small nonsense because apparently, that’s what was left of his life with Stiles. Shitty little things in boxes. 

Soul Bitten by BasquillINKPot

(5/? I 10,925 I Explicit I Sterek Rape)

Stiles confronts Derek about kicking Isaac out. After a brutal argument Stiles goes to the preserve to clear his head only to have his most life changing encounter yet.

We’ll figure something out by Anarik

(1/1 I 12,691 I Teen I Sterek)

After a witch attack, Stiles and Derek are cursed and have to live in an alternate dimension while watching the others figure out how to bring them back.

Third Time’s A Charm by iKnightWriter

(7/? I 15,609 I Teen I Sterek)

When Jennifer Blake suddenly calls it quits on her and Derek’s relationship, it not only leaves two wolf packs without a fully trained emissary to keep the peace between the two, but a heartbroken Derek behind. Enter Stiles Stilinski, Scott’s best friend and also emissary in training. With some words of wisdom and a heavy dose of sarcasm Stiles must try to find a way to get the packs back the way before. But first, a certain Alpha needs to get a boost of confidence back.

Okay, so first of all- English is not my first language so there are probably a thousand mistakes here. Secondly, this is my first “fanfic” ever so bare with me haha. I just couldn’t help myself after drawing this picture. I hope you like it!

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Mike didn’t think he was ever going to see her again. Over the last few months he almost started to believe what people were telling him. That she was gone forever. That she was dead.

Yet there she stood, slightly hiding behind chief Hopper in Mike’s hallway.
- “El..!” He was in shock. All of the feelings he had felt the day she disappeared, the day she defeated the Demogorgon, the day he kissed her- it all came rushing back as he ran up to her and threw his arms around her in a tight hug. His heart was pounding, both from nervosity and excitement and he could feel tears of relief running down his cheeks, but he didn’t care to wipe them. He didn’t even care that everyone was staring at them. His parents, Hopper, Nancy and Steve. All he cared about was that El was finally here. He held her even tighter before slowly letting go to take a step back. He dried the tears with his sleeve. El was confused.
- “Sad?” she asked.
She looked different, almost hollow. Her hair had grown quite a bit and her skin was pale as snow. She was skinnier than he remembered too. And there was something in her eyes that he had never seen before, as if everything she’d been through since her disappearence had stored up in there, making her look sadder than ever before. But he smiled.
- “No, not sad.”
He hadn’t realized just how much he had missed her, even explaining things to her. He continued. “Sometimes when people are really really happy- they cry. I just… I missed you. A lot. That’s why I’m crying. I’m just happy.”
She slowly nodded to confirm that she understood.
- “I’m happy too.” she said and smiled shyly.

Eleven didn’t leave his side for the entire night. She sat close to him on the couch while they were watching tv, sat next to him at dinner and he could just barely go to the bathroom alone.

When the night came however, Karen insisted she slept on the bed they had put in the basement for her and El reluctantly obeyed. Mike could tell that she was upset, so he ran up to his room to get her the blue sweater she had borrowed when they first met. He had kept it safe in the bottom of his drawer ever since then, just in case she ever got back. She accepted it with an soft smile and went to put it on; and after saying good night, she went to bed. Mike followed her example and went upstairs to his room to do the same.

A few hours passed and Mike was far too excited to fall asleep. All he wanted to do was run downstairs to the basement so he could be with her. Just to see her and make sure that this wasn’t all just one of the dreams he used to have of her returning.

Suddenly he heard a quiet knock on the door. He already knew who it was, or who he hoped it was, when Eleven slowly opened the door with tears of panic in her eyes.
“Mike…” she pleaded.
“You can’t sleep?” he asked, worried from seeing the look on her face.
She shook her head. “I’m scared.”

Without saying another word, Mike moved over to make space for her on the bed and lifted the covers so she could crawl in right next to him. As she lied down he slowly, nervously put his arms around her, protective as always. She moved a little closer to him and he started to fear that his heart was beating so hard it might explode out of his chest. He held her tightly, ran his fingers carefully through her hair and whispered:
- “Don’t you ever disappear from me again, El. Understand? Not ever…”
She could feel the warmth from his body. She finally felt safe. Right there in his arms, the only place in the world she ever wanted to be, she was safe.
- “I won’t.”
- “Promise?”
She smiled the most genuine smile she had ever smiled.
- “Promise.”

anonymous asked:

okay here's my prompt, bitty gets hurt on the ice and breaks his right arm. He's super upset because he can't play for a while but mostly because it makes baking near impossible. Jack, the worried boyfriend he is ready to protect his little bitty from the world, now does all his baking for him, just following Bitty's instructions and demands. Bitty hates it because he tells Jack to get the mixing bowl and he gets a souffle dish instead.

Bitty’ll be okay, I promise. That Zimmerman boy knows what to do. 

“’Scuse my French boys, but Fuuuuuudge.” That was all Bitty had managed to say, through gritted teeth, before he passed out from the pain. All of Samwell Men’s Hockey had surrounded the sweet southern boy the second that brute from Yale had smashed him into the boards. Arms don’t bend that way, they were sure of it.

And they were right. After Bitty came to in the locker room, the team’s medic and his two coach’s by his side, it was immediately obvious his right arm would be taking a time out for a while. If it weren’t for the throbbing pain coursing through Bittle’s arm, he would’ve let himself start being annoyed at his luck right then. But for now, getting his arm ready for healing was at the forefront of his mind.   

It didn’t take long however for Eric Bittle to become completely disenchanted with the quirky purple cast that covered his forarm. Yeah, glitter was fun, but the light specks didn’t quite catch the light like the rink in Faber, and the coarse material had nothing on the soft feeling of a fresh dough between his fingers. That’s right, for the first time in his life (excusing the first few years), Eric Bittle was unable to bake. 

The first few days after his injury had involved a sizeable amount of Zimmerman-prescribed bed rest, and who was Bitty to complain that his handsome boyfriend had taken time out of his busy schedule to come and fuss over him. In fact, the second the group chat had blown up with pictures of Bitty’s injury, Jack was rushing out his own door in Providence and arriving at the hospital nearest Samwell to pick up his sweet southern peach. Jack wasn’t usually one to fuss, not this much anyway, but seeing even the smallest amount of that usually glorious sparkle leave Eric Bittle’s eyes had him acting like a mother hen (if a slightly ill-informed one).

But after two days of feeling lazy, and a little soft around the edges from the painkillers they had given him. Bitty decided it was time to kick himself into gear, no use moping when there’s a Haus full of ravenous hockey boys to feed. And if he wasn’t going to able to play for a while, he may as well make himself useful to the team in some way (the pie way).

— 

That was two hours ago.

Bitty’s cheeks were now tear-stained, as a chopping board of hacked at apples, and the half a bag of flour, that had been unsalvageable as it tipped onto the floor, sat beside him. He was resting his head against Betsy, her warmth providing some comfort, but more serving as a reminder that the one thing that calmed his mind and nerves, the one thing he could always do, the one thing that could make him part of this team whilst he healed, was unachievable with his right arm weighed down by plaster. The deep sparkling purple seeming now to taunt him.  

His baking playlist had ended 5 minutes ago, and the silence in the Haus (all the boys were at training) was unbearable, but, so was the thought of moving to hit play. Even Jack had popped out of the Haus to collect some ingredients for Bitty and some protein-laden chicken noodle soup to aid the healing process. That was an hour ago now, so it wasn’t a shock when the door opened, and a distinctly French-Canadian accent found it’s way to the kitchen.

“Honey, I’m home. I’ve always wanted to say that, eh…”

Jack stopped short, now was not a time for joking he realised, Bitty was crying and he wasn’t sure why. 

When he had left Bitty had been making progress with his sweet treats, he’d started the measurements for the fillings and was rocking his hips to Queen B (that’s right, Jack knows she’s more than just Beyoncé by this point, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t!?) in the way that always made Jack’s heart flutter just that little bit. Jack had thought it best not to disturb him whilst he was in the zone, but to grab some more butter from the closest store before Bitty burns his way through the measly 3 sticks in the Haus fridge.   

But now he feels stupid for not staying. 

“Bits…” he was waring as he made his way to Bitty’s side, slipping down to sit with him, screw that his perfect hockey butt would be covered in flour. Bitty folded himself into his boyfriend’s sturdy side and let the flood-gates open.

“I can’t bake. I can’t even bake. I- I can always b-bake. I can’t skate. I can’t bake, what next!? I can’t kiss you because this clumsy thing keeps getting in the darn way.” Bitty lifted up his arm, glaring at the offending article. 

“Oh Bits. Put that down, I need to prove you wrong.” Jack Zimmerman, smooth talker that he never was, but for Bitty could be, grabbed Bitty’s face and placed a slow kiss on his lips, lingering there for long enough to taste the remnants of flour and salty tears that had gathered on Bitty’s lips. 

“See, not all bad, eh?”

“I suppose not, but kissing’s not baking Jack,” Jack pulled a face of mock offence, something that looked so unlike the Jack Zimmerman he first met, it made Bitty’s heart swell, “it’s certainly almost as good as baking, better when it’s you, but I can’t do it for five hours straight, not without loosing my breath, and it rarely results in a pie.”

“Fine.” Jack got swiftly to his feet. “Tell me what to do, I’m assuming floor flour is a no go, but from there I’m lost.”

“Actually I’m lost. What?” Bitty got to his feet now, making to leave the kitchen before the lack of fresh pie makes him cry again, Jack grabbed his good arm before he could even make it one step.

“I’m making the damn pie Bittle. But you’re going to have to tell me exactly what I’m doing, I’m in your line Bittle, what’s our play?”

“Oh you sweet Canadian man,” Bitty quickly pecked Jack’s lips before letting a grin break out across his own, “you’re going to need a mixing bowl.” 

“This one any good.” 

“Oh lord help me. That’s a ramekin Jack Laurent Zimmerman, and if you’re sweet gesture is going to test me this much we may as well quit whilst we’re ahead.” Jack slowly placed the smaller dish down and grabbed what was unmistakably a mixing bowl. “Better, now for the butter…”

They had been baking now for an hour, and Jack’s pie was looking more than serviceable, this was mainly down to Bitty’s use of at least one of his hands, and the extraordinary excuse for chirping that was his injury and Jack’s kitchen incompetence.  

“I don’t know why you went purple with that cast Bits, you could’ve gotten Falcs colours, show a little support for your NHL boyfriend, eh?”

“But then the Samwell boys would be mad it’s not Samwell colours, I got the mixture of the two. It’s a good mix. Like us.”

“Bits, if you’re suggesting either of us is glittery we need to have words.”

“Do I not shimmer in the sunlight Mister Zimmerman!?”

“That you do, Bits. That you do.”   

My sweet boys. Poor Bitty. Oh goodness, the mess… they cleaned it up I assure you. Jack doing all the manual labour whilst Bitty barked more orders at him, although it’s hard to sound intimidating with pie filling across your cheek and the biggest dopey smile. Anyways, Jack thinking of Bitty as his sweet southern peach is just a me thing, he totally doesn’t say it out loud for the longest time, but one time he slips up in front of Shitty and the chirping is yet to cease.

If you want send me more prompts. (I need to get better at writing all of SMH).

andy1105  asked:

Hi!! I love the Voltron Family, they are so cute!!! You give me a reason to believe that love is everywhere :) I have this thought that's been bordering me hehe it about Shiro and Keith, we already have a Shiro thinking that Keith was cheating but i want to know how Keith will react if it was the other way hehe. I know haha they are a happy family but I just can't ignore the angst xD

Thank you!! 8D The Voltron Family is just… such a loving family and they want what’s best for their kids :(  Oh damn. #DRAMA again AHHAHAH 

PREVIOUSLY: Shiro accused Keith of cheating

Keith knew that Shiro loved him, his husband made it a point to tell him that every single day. Adopting kids sealed the whole deal for Keith. For the whole week, Shiro’s car was getting fixed, so Keith picked him up at work. Keith texted his husband that he was stuck in traffic and Shiro replied saying it was okay. Keith knew he was late for about two hours, so he rushed out of the car and walked to Shiro’s office. He was about to turn around the corner when he heard Shiro’s voice. 

Shiro: You know I can’t. Stop this.
Woman: Takashi… Come on. I can offer you what you need.

Keith was shocked to hear a woman’s voice so he peeked and saw Shiro pinned on the wall. The woman with him had her hands gripping Shiro’s arms and was too way too close and suddenly the woman kissed Shiro on the lips.

Suddenly Keith’s world stopped. He dropped his phone and his eyes just started to water. Shiro was shocked and so was the woman when they turned their heads towards the intruder.

Shiro: Keith? It’s not—
Keith: *tears just wouldn’t stop falling* How could you do this to me, Takashi?
Shiro: *walks towards Keith* Keith, no it’s…
Keith: *steps back* *shakes his head*

Keith turned around and just walked out. He drove back home while crying. He immediately went up to their bedroom and locked the door. A few minutes later the door unlocked. Keith knew who it was without even looking.

Shiro: Keith… *sits down on the bed with a big distance*
Keith: *back facing Shiro* Tell me honestly, do you want a divorce?
Shiro: *eyes widens in anger* *stands up* Again with the divorce shit? When will you cut that out, Keith?
Keith: *turns around* *stands up* Oh, I don’t know. When you stop lip locking with women?! MAYBE?! 
Shiro: *clenches fist* If only you didn’t walk off you would’ve gotten the whole picture. 
Keith: What’s there to explain Shiro? She kissed you and you didn’t stop her! You and I both know she’s right! She can give you something I can’t. She can give you the pleasure you’ve always craved for that I can’t provide! She’s—
Shiro: *kisses Keith* 
Keith: *shock* *knits his eyebrows in anger* *tries to push Shiro* YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME. YOU CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS TO ME WHEN I’M— *tears started to fall again*
Shiro: *pulls Keith into a hug* I would stop doing it if you stop saying that. 
Keith: *grips Shiro’s button up shirt*
Shiro: *can feel Keith’s warm tears* Loretta. She’s a newly hired doctor and she’s been very open regarding her interest in me. I’ve told her I was married and I have a husband. It didn’t stop her still. Usually it’s just subtle flirting and I would always turn her down. Tonight caught me off guard, too. I didn’t think she’d go that far to actually kissing me. I was shocked and froze right on the spot. *looks down on Keith who was still silently crying* I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry. *kisses Keith’s head* I know I should’ve done so much more to stop her before it came to this.
Keith: *broken voice* But she’s right though.
Shiro: *leans back to look at Keith* How many times do I have to tell you? Since day one I knew what I was getting into and I was up for it. I love you so fucking much you have no idea how much it kills me everyday. If I could spend every single second beside you I would. I want—
Keith: *slowly wraps his arms around Shiro’s waist* *tiny voice* Why?
Shiro: Because no matter how many gorgeous women or men throw themselves at me, I’d always choose you. *caresses Keith’s cheek* At the end of the day, you’re the want I want to hold hands with, want to cuddle with, want to watch stupid movies with. *smiles sadly* I… I really wish you could just see how I see you so you’d stop being insecure about us.
Keith: It’s because I can’t do it all—
Shiro: Keith, stop that. I don’t care. I told you. I don’t fucking care. I want you to be comfortable all the time. I don’t care if we don’t for the next 10 years.
Keith: *looks up* Really? *sniffs* You’d do that? For me?
Shiro: *nods* Yes. I really would. If it makes you feel better, we could just stop if you want. *smiles lovingly at Keith* *pushes some of his hair aside so he can see Keith’s watery eyes* *starts wiping his husband’s eyes*
Keith: *chuckles while crying as he shakes his head* I can’t do that to you.
Shiro: Why not?
Keith: *more tears fell as he broke down* *looks up at Shiro helplessly* It’s the only thing k-keeping you from leaving me.
Shiro: *eyebrows furrows in anger* Keith, stop saying that. *hisses* STOP. SAYING. THAT.
Keith: But it’s true, if I don’t…
Shiro: *steps back* Is this how you feel… every time we…
Keith: *turns away and avoids looking at Shiro’s direction*
Shiro: *runs his fingers thru his hair* Oh god. I’m such an idiot. Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve asked you so many times if it’s okay and you said it was and… Keith, please look at me. *pulls Keith towards him* I don’t want you to feel obligated just because I’m not like you.
Keith: *tiny voice* But I’m your husband.
Shiro: *hugs him* Exactly why you shouldn’t feel that way. I’m so so so sorry. No matter what happens I’m not going to leave you. *kisses Keith on the cheek* I’m not going to get tired of you, besides you’re the only one who laughs at my jokes. *chuckles*
Keith: I force myself to laugh at them so you don’t feel bad. *sly smile*
Shiro: Oh my god. *laughs* *hugs Keith tighter* See? What a very caring husband you are. *gives a peck on the lips* My offer is still on btw.
Keith: *smiles* I’ll think about it. But thank you, I might actually just take it.
Shiro: I’m expecting that you might.
Keith: *smiles sadly* You sure about this, Shiro?
Shiro: *beams down at Keith* Hundred percent. Just think about it, please? This is very important.
Keith: *smiles* I will.

Band Of Brothers Bastogne reunion things (that I wanted to share):

(I was going to do this a bit differently, but I kinda just wanted to sum up everything and not on the reunion things I attended, so I’ll just do a random bullet point list. So they might not be in order, and I won’t really separate things between Friday and Saturday. But if anyone wants to know more about a certain thing, feel free to ask)

  • James Madio face timing Rich (who was in Australia) to show him the queue. I didn’t personally see it, but it happened while I was stood by the table, so apparently Rich has seen me without me knowing x)
  • Shane Taylor getting super excited when I told him my name was Roe and grabbing my arm and generally just being super happy. Him also remembering me on Saturday and basically having a chat with me for as long as he could before we were ushered out of the room, and then waving to me when I left (he is so sweet I’m so happy)
  • Bart Ruspoli asking me and El ( @really-itshotinafrica ) what our favourite episode was, and both of us having no ide what to say to that, and having to think for ages.
  • Rick Gomez and Ross McCall being super excited about everything and asking if I wanted a photo with them, which I ended up getting because I didn’t want to say no. I look awful in it, but both of them look great, so hey ho.
  • Dale Dye generally just being a massive sweetie.
  • James forgetting if he had signed the posters I had or not and having to double check.
  • Me finding out Robin Laing is Scottish during the Q&A session and basically being sat there in shock for a few minutes (I didn’t know okay I got so shocked).
  • Bart being a bit confused when I reached him on the Saturday, because he recognised me, so I had to tell him I’d been there the day before as well.
  • Rick Gomez and James Madio going to the bathroom together, and popping out behind Dale on the way and generally just being great. 
  • Bob Izumi, a 101st Airborne veteran signing things for ages and basically just being a badass. 

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anonymous asked:

alice, your cowardice fic was so good, but i am so sad now, because derek is sad and i can't handle sad derek. can you fix it and make poor derek happy? pretty please with a cherry on top?

I am sorry this took me like three months.

Part One

Derek’s just taking his jacket off when he gets the call.

“Hey, can you come get me?” Stiles asks, his voice a brittle octave higher than usual.

“Of course,” Derek says automatically, shrugging the jacket back on. “What, uh… I mean, now?”

“Thanks,” Stiles says, and hangs up.

Something’s clearly wrong. The entire drive over, Derek is imagining worst case scenarios: Jake took the bombshell about the supernatural poorly, exposed them to the whole restaurant; a new monster attacked them and Jake’s wounded; no, Scott’s in danger, or Kira, or Lydia; it’s the Sheriff, he had a stroke, a heart attack, was shot in the line of duty. By the time Derek finally pulls up to Delphine’s again, he’s sure something truly terrible has occurred. The sight of Stiles sitting on the curb, hunched miserably over his own knees, only confirms his fears.

Leaving the Camaro crookedly paralleled, he jogs across the street and after a moment’s hesitation puts a hand on Stiles’ shoulder. “Hey,” he says softly. “What happened?” The warmth of Stiles’ skin bleeds through his dress shirt to Derek’s palm. He strokes his thumb back and forth gently, ashamed of the flash of pleasure he feels at touching Stiles like this. He’s supposed to be comforting a friend. “Are you okay?”

“Mhmm,” Stiles hums reedily, sitting up straight and squaring his shoulders in one quick movement. His eyes are rimmed red. “Can we just go?”

“Yeah,” Derek assures him. “Yeah. Is Jake…?”

“Nope,” Stiles confirms shortly. He only gives the street a cursory check before striding over the the car, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

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anonymous asked:

Oh god I live for Steve and Bucky acting like the 20somthing they are together, loving junk food, and doing stupid things (like the time they made a sex tape and mistakenly shared it with all the avengers... and by mistakenly I mean totally on purpose because Bucky's probably a bit of an exhibitionist too, like "LOOK, LOOK AT MY BABYDOLL, ISN'T HE GORGEOUS? AND HE'S ALL MINE, NO YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM HAHAHA")

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“Look, I don’t fucking know, it’s just broken – sorry,” Cap says, catching himself. “God. Just take a look at it for me, okay? And don’t make any jokes.” 

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t. It’s simply because my cup runneth over, you understand. I mean, I won’t because I can’t choose between the one about your uncommonly massive hamburger-hands being unable to handle – hah – my delicate technology –” 

“Stark –” 

“And the most obvious, classic choice; aged like fine bourbon, or, come to think of it, you yourself, the one about how –” 

“The one about how I’m a fossil, got it. You do know I’m actually twenty-six, right?” 

Tony ignores this, flipping Cap’s phone around in his hand. Romanoff agrees with him that the old man jokes are funny, and really, isn’t that all that matters? “So did you try turning it off and then –” 

“Fuck you.” 

“One more time? What was that? Did I hear a thank you? Thank you for both your rapier wit and your superior technological capabilities?” 

“Thanks,” Cap says, grinding his teeth. “Thank you, Stark.” 

“Hey, it’s no problem; I aim to help. I’ll give you a ring when it’s done, shouldn’t take long.” 

“I do appreciate it, you know.” 

“I know.” 

Tony flips the StarkTech device around in his hand, plugs it in to the display, and distantly hears Cap walk away.

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You know, just been thinking about soulmate AUs when I should be reading The Canterbury Tales

  • Her name shows up on the inside of his right bicep when he turns ten, just like everybody else, even though it takes some people longer to get their name on their skin.
  • He wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming in pain, like something is burning him. His mother bursts into the room, flicks the light on, and when Percy shows her his arm, they both stop and stare at the name written in black cursive script on his skin.
  • Annabeth Chase stays in his mind for years after that. He traces his fingers across the letters before he goes to sleep every night, wondering when he’s going to find her (he assumes it’s a her, but he wouldn’t care any other way) and what she’s doing and if she has Percy Jackson written somewhere on her body too.
  • His friends ask him about her from time to time. Since her name is on his arm, it’s pretty public, especially since he’s got a bad habit about holding his arm above his head to take a picture after every swim meet he wins just so he can show her the pictures one day and tell her that even though she wasn’t technically with him, she was.
  • Percy is nineteen when he meets finally meets her.
  • It’s his freshman year of college at NYU, and he’s on the swim team via scholarship. He loves it more than anything, and he’s decided that he wants to be a teacher like his step-dad, Paul. (Paul isn’t his mom’s soulmate, but he was born without one, and after Percy’s dad died when he was young, his mom had been on her own. Percy’s glad that she found someone like Paul.)
  • But anyway, he’s practicing in the pool one day after all of his other teammates have left. Percy recently broke a record at their last swim meet, and his coach wants him to stay on top of his skills and sore muscles, so he’s been working extra hard.
  • He just so happens to be taking a break and discussing his form with his coach while hanging onto the edge of the pool when someone kicks the door to the gym open and barges in.
  • His coach is immediately yelling that this is a private practice, but there’s a pretty girl with blonde princess curls stomping toward them. She’s holding a newspaper in her hand, and she shoves it against his coach’s chest.
  • Her voice is loud, and Percy doesn’t know why it shakes slightly when she says, “I need to find Percy Jackson.”
  • So Percy hauls himself up out of the pool and grabs a towel from the ground, reaching up to ruffle his hair and dry the water off of his shoulders as he says, “You found me.” He steps closer to her, and damn, she’s gorgeous.
  • She’s staring at his arm, like most people tend to do. Except–there’s something different. Most people look away after a few seconds because they don’t want to be intrusive, but she’s still starting at him, and why is his heart beating faster oh god–
  • She hands him the newspaper without another word, and Percy frowns when he recognizes it. After his last swim meet, the school newspaper wanted to do an interview with him, and they took a picture of him standing by the pool. He had his arm lifted above his head, and you could just barely see Annabeth’s name on his bicep. He was grinning and using a towel to ruffle his hair, and sure, it was good picture, but there had been way too many people checking him out after they published it.
  • Before Percy can ask what’s up, she says, “My name is Annabeth.”
  • Percy freezes, jerking his gaze back up to hers. Her beautiful gray eyes are wide too, and she’s wringing her hands together nervously, reaching up to tuck one of her blonde curls behind her ear. Percy’s imagined Annabeth for pretty much every day of his life since he got her name, but she can’t compare to anything he’s ever seen. She’s so beautiful it hurts.
  • Percy hears his coach sigh and mutter something about soulmates before telling him that he can go, but to be at practice in the morning, no excuses. He leaves them alone then, and Percy realizes he’s been staring at her the whole time.
  • “Are you going to say anything?” She asks a few seconds later.
  • “Um,” he stammers. “Um yes. Oh my god?”
  • She laughs then, and Percy wants to cry because he’s smiling so hard. Before he knows what he’s doing, he’s reaching out toward her, and she hesitates for a second before folding into his arms and Percy honest to god flinches when she fits perfectly against him.
  • “Percy,” she says, sending a shock through him as she says his name. “You took long enough. And gross, let go of me. You’re dripping wet.”
  • He can hear the smile in her voice, and he pulls back, letting her slip out of his arms even though he never wants to let go of her.
  • He can’t stop staring at her either, and he shivers when she reaches out to trace her name along his bicep.
  • “Where… where is yours?” He asks carefully, trying not to let his voice shake. It does anyway.
  • She tugs the collar of her t-shirt down, and Percy can barely see the beginning on his name tattooed on his skin.
  • “Can I…?” He wants to kick himself when he realizes what he’s asking her.
  • She rolls her eyes. “Not here, you dork. We can go back to my dorm?”
  • He nods eagerly, just because he never wants to leave her side.
  • “Are you going to change first?” She asks, glancing down his body, and Percy remembers that he’s just in a Speedo.
  • “Oh, yes. Yeah, I’m going now,” he says, backing away from her carefully and tripping over a water bottle. It’s worth the embarrassment when he gets to hear Annabeth laugh.
  • “I’m not going anywhere, Percy,” she says, and Percy probably takes it a whole different way than what she meant, but he’s smiling and he can’t believe this–
  • He quickly changes back into his jeans and t-shirt before jogging back out to meet her, and he sighs in relief when she’s still standing in the same place.
  • She offers him her hand, and Percy takes it.
  • Annabeth leads him back to her dorm, asking him about everything it feels like. Annabeth seems so familiar, but he’s learning new things about her with every question that he asks, and god, she’s perfect.
  • She’s a student here too, from California, and she’s studying architecture. She hesitates when she talks about her family, so Percy makes a note to not ask her about that again until they know each other better.
  • They’re at Annabeth’s dorm room quickly, and she pulls him inside and closes the door behind her. Her side of the room is neat and orderly, while her roommate’s is a bit of a disaster. The roommate isn’t anywhere to be found, so they’re alone.
  • Annabeth steps closer to him, carefully, biting her lip like she’s considering what she’s going to do next. She inches toward him and pulls at the hem of his shirt. Percy feels his face get red, but he knows that she wants to see her name on his arm without the material getting in the way.
  • Her voice is softer and breathier now that they’re alone, “I thought I would never find you, Percy.”
  • He winces, “I’m sorry.”
  • “Don’t be sorry,” she says with a smile. “Want to see mine?”
  • His heart is beating out of his chest, but he nods.
  • Annabeth carefully pulls her shirt over her head. She’s wearing a sports bra, but Percy’s eyes are glued to the sharp, black letters on her tan skin.
  • Percy Jackson is written right underneath her collarbone, stretching almost all the way over to her shoulder.
  • Percy feels tears pool in his eyes, and he pulls her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her body and holding her close. She smells like lemons, and Percy’s never felt this at home before. Annabeth is home. Annabeth is everything.
  • He huffs out a laugh when she tells him that he smells like chlorine, but he can feel her fingers tracing across his back and she’s holding on to him just as tightly as he is.

anonymous asked:

RFA + V finding out that MC got pretty badly (but not fatally) injured in Rika's room and they can't get to medical aid due to the bomb?

(for the sake of these head canons we’re going to act like Mint Eye didn’t come to ruin everything and they just. kept lurking without actually bothering the RFA)

Yoosung

  • when MC sends him a message saying “um don’t freak out but I got a little hurt” he’s already worried
  • then MC sends him a picture
  • oh god ankles should NOT be twisted in that way
  • how did?? MC?? sprain their ankle?? so badly???
  • there’s a video called “33 frogs screaming” in youtube and it frankly represents how he feels much better than how I can explain in words
  • he feels so bad? because MC is hurt right now? and he can’t do anything?
  • since he can’t go and help MC he’s going to be constantly checking up on them
  • he doesn’t know much about how to treat a sprained ankle but oh boy will he try
  • did you bandage it? dip it in hot water? COLD water? wait no no don’t listen to me I don’t know anything what if this advice hurt you?!”
  • he’s literally on his phone on every class and tells teachers he’s waiting for updates on a loved one’s health
  • the teachers think MC is fucking dying. they’d never guess it’s a badly sprained ankle with how worried Yoosung is

Jaehee

  • MC sends her a message “Jaehee, I don’t mean to worry you, but do you know what to do when you… run a nail through your hand?”
  • when you do what
  • like an actual nail?? a metal nail??
  • turns out MC tripped and their hand fell attop an exposed nail and just. rAN IT THROUGH
  • MC sends a pic and Jaehee nearly dies jesus christ MC that’s literally gore please don’t send that 
  • mom mode activated
  • honestly? she’s so worried?
  • her hands shake slightly ;;
  • first of all, she calls and instructs MC on how to treat the wound
  • after all, she has some experience on basic medical stuff jumin wanted to make a cat hospital and of course she had to go over that project
  • she tries to keep her voice calm as MC washes the wound but? it’s so hard 
  • when she hears MC wincing in pain as they disinfect the wound she feels so bad
  • she keeps up with MC on how the wound is going, reminding them to be careful
  • once she can safely see MC in the party she’ll check up on the wound and everything she was so worried poor baby

Zen

  • oh look a text from MC!
  • so Zen got any idea on what to do when you bang your head against the door and bust your eyebrow please i’m bleeding and umm”
  • he just CHUCKS HIS PHONE and starts freaking out
  • he then picks up his phone
  • “707! YOU BETTER DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS! I NEED TO HELP THEM!”
  • ofc 707 replies: no
  • so Zen is left with many emotions like
    • anger
    • worry
    • ANGER
    • AND WORRY
  • he doesn’t know how to help MC??
  • he healed a broken bone in a matter of days ok what would he know about health
  • still he tries his best to keep MC calm while he asks the other members to help
  • eventually, when MC is better, he’ll be so apologetic
  • if MC gets any scars he’ll never let MC feel bad about those he’s that angelic

Jumin

  • he just got out from work, and his phone notified him of a text
  • opening up his phone, he was glad to see it was from MC
  • aaah I tripped and now have a moderately sized cut in my abdomen ;;”
  • he drops his phone?
  • MC’s hurt WHAT SHOULD HE DO
  • he wants to send medics but he can’t 
  • he can’t even visit himself? it’s torture
  • MC sends him a picture of the cut; it’s fairly deep
  • not deep enough to threaten MC’s life, but enough for it to be a painful limitation on their day-to-day life until they have it treated
  • of course, he at least hires a doctor to instruct MC on what to do over the phone
  • he’s suffering as he tells MC what to do, even though MC assures him they’re much better thanks to him
  • the day of the party, MC is intstructed to arrive early at the spot
  • Jumin also arrives early and brings along the medics to at least treat the wound
  • luckily MC took good care of it so it wasn’t too bad
  • as soon as MC is treated, he just runs and hugs them so hard (he almost re-opens the cut like damn)
  • he promises he’ll take care of MC from there on

707

  • he was watching through the CCTV screen as MC cooked, smiling
  • suddenly, he noticed MC was distracted- and their hand was moving too near the pan-
  • he took out his phone at the speed of light, hoping to call them and stop their hand
  • but it was too slow and he watched as MC placed their hand palm-down in the piping hot pan
  • MC visibly screamed and sent the pan hurling down, burning their arm in the process
  • he also screamed
  • he calls MC so quickly he amazes himself? he wishes he had been this quick before it happened
  • MC’s crying because ouch that burns and hurts and oh god it’s horrible
  • he may not know much but he quickly enters a high reputation medical website and gets to the information on burns (that may or may not have been private for the website)
  • he has a very hard time keeping calm because? oh god MC is in pain?
  • and he can’t go and do something about it?
  • he can watch MC over the CCTV as they treat the burns but he still worries so much
  • finally, the party comes around and MC shows up with their hand bandaged as he’d seen them do in the camera feed
  • MC has to hug him and reassure him that they’re ok now, no seven I won’t die, no I won’t leave you yet, please calm down

V

  • He felt guilty enough knowing MC was in the apartment
  • y’know bc he kinda put MC inside an actual bomb
  • but then MC is talking in the group chat and suddenly just stops?
  • a few minutes later and MC is feebly typing in the chat asking for help
  • V is the only one online and he’s incredibly worried, until MC explains they fell and he asks if they’re ok
  • i dont know if im ok i tripped and hit my ribs against the table and it hurts like hell”
  • he’s so incredibly scared MC is seriously hurt? he’s tearing up a little inside as he hurries to call 707
  • after 707 looks up for the symptoms, he concludes MC probably bruised a rib or a few ribs
  • ofc V is here, blaming himself for this
  • no seriously he’s actually blaming himself for this and everyone is telling him he couldn’t have prevented this 
  • except Yoosung. yoosung thoroughly agrees this was V’s fault.
  • of course he quickly jumps on helping MC take care of themselves- remotely, of course
  • he logs in so much more often? and even sends MC texts and calls them in order to check up
  • MC constantly insists it’s not his fault; something that catches him off-guard each time they say it
  • eventually, when he shows up in the party, he has trouble seeing it, but MC claims to be all better
  • to prove it, they stand up and hug him
  • even though he hadn’t expected it, it did show MC was much better, and the hug itself felt more therapeutic than most things to him

Perhaps I’m beating a dead horse but I’m rereading A Game of Thrones and I’m struck by how the circumstances of Jon leaving to take the black tell a profound story of adult failure, not only on Ned’s part but also on Benjen’s and Maester Luwin’s. It’s not a matter of why Jon took that decision (which has probably been discussed ad nauseam ) as much as it’s a matter of how and when that decision was expressed, accepted and acted upon.

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Supercorp Break Up AU

Don’t expect great grammar or spelling bc it was all copied and pasted and then formatted from a chat i had with @theninjacarrot and I’m too tired to correct it any further. So, sorry about that :P

Kara and Lena dated. Kara always sang songs to her and stuff and they were in love^TM

Kara’s dream had always been for her band to become like a known band and to make a living from making music with her bffs Winn who plays the keyboard, James who plays the guitar, and Lucy who plays the drums and her sister Alex who plays the bass and like some hot shot producer listened to them and they were like this band has got potential and shit. So like they get a deal and start recording their songs

Some are about Lena bc Kara is gaaaaaaay (well bi, but ehhh semantics)

The band is getting popular as fuck and they have a growing fanbase.

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When Snow Falls Part Eleven

Exo mafia au; you are the sister of Chanyeol, a powerful mob boss who has just hired Kyungsoo (D.O) to protect you.

Kyungsoo (D.O) x Reader ft. Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Sehun, Kai.

Part 11/11 (complete)  Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 4 here Part 5 here Part 6 here Part 7 here Part 8 here Part 9 here Part 10 here Part 11 here

Angst/Drama

Word Count 2,100

Warning- This fan fiction contains suggestive themes involving violence and death. Please read at your own digression. This is just a fictional story and does not represent the personalities or factual stories of real people.

Kyungsoo tore Kai off of you and didn’t hesitate to punch him. Kai stumbled back, slipping on ice as he held his bloody nose in his hand. 

“I fucking told you that if you touched her, I’d fucking kill you!“ Rage took over Kyungsoo’s naturally expressionless features and you wondered who you were most of afraid of in that moment. 

Kyungsoo continued to plunge his fists on Kai’s face. You noticed large amounts of blood secreting from Kyungsoo’s shoulder yet he continued to fight his brother. He kneed him harshly in the stomach and Kai doubled over, falling to his knees. Kyungsoo shoved him roughly and turned his attention to you. 

"Y/N, are you alright? Did he hurt you?” He staggered over to you and placed a bloody hand on your cheek. “Oh no, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize,” he breathed as he pulled his hand away. 

“Kyungsoo, you’re losing a lot of blood, we need to get you to a hospital.” You urged squeezing his uninjured arm. 

“I can’t leave him here.” Kyungsoo turned towards Kai, “he’ll kill us." 

At that, Kai stood apoplectic with rage. He charged towards Kyungsoo and before he could dodge him he pinned him down, blood staining the delicate snow all around them. 

"Tell him!” Kai shouted, “Tell him how you will never be happy. Tell him that fighting for you is worthless because you’ll leave him anyway. Even if I let you both go you’d leave him for the first normal man that would waltz into your life. Tell him how you pretend you’re better than us, like you’ve never killed someone’s brother before!” Kai laughed wildly as he punched Kyungsoo over and over again. You were screaming which only made him laugh more. Kyungsoo was beginning to give up. It was too much for him. 

You ran through the snow towards him and punched Kai in the face. He slumped off Kyungsoo and held his cheek. You gently tried to lift Kyungsoo but he was too heavy for you. Kai stood and glanced behind him, noting how dangerously close he was to the edge. 

“I love you, baby, almost as much as I hate you,” Kai sighed spitting blood, “I’m going to show you how much I love you.” He gripped you by your shirt collar and closed his fist. You knew it was coming and held your hands up to defend yourself, your head pointing down. You noticed the gun inches beside you and quickly grabbed it. Kai froze and slowly let you go. 

You stood and placed distance between you two so he couldn’t reach for the gun. 

“Y/N,” Kai murmured, “drop it now.” He looked different. He no longer looked dangerous and evil but small and afraid, like a child. 

“Why should I?” You questioned biting your lip.

“Kyungsoo will hate you,” he spat and you both glanced down at the unconscious Kyungsoo, “he’ll hate you and he’ll leave you. You’ll be completely alone.”

“Doesn’t that mean he’ll love me?” You asked grinning the way Kai had accustomed to. 

Kai raged, his nostril’s flaring as he stomped harshly on Kyungsoo’s injured shoulder. 

“Hey!” You shouted nearly shooting until you noticed Kyungsoo stir. 

“Hyung, Y/N, is going to kill me. Are you going to let her kill your last family member?” Kai panicked suddenly tears rolling out of his eyes. 

“Y/N,” Kyungsoo murmured. It was all he could say over and over. Kai screamed as he kicked at him furiously until he turned your attention to you. He lunged at you and you had no choice but to shoot him in the chest. 

Everything froze and all you could focus on was the ringing in your ears. Kai stood, swaying slightly as blood trickled out of his mouth. He reached for you again and you shoved him back hard, he slipped over the edge and tumbled to the snow below. Just the way you had when he pushed you off of the tree. 

You gasped as the sound of his body hitting the ground filled the silent night. You fell beside Kyungsoo who gripped your wrist tightly. 

“Kyungsoo, I’m sorry. I had to. I had to.” You repeated interlocking his fingers with yours. Silent tears brimmed Kyungsoo’s eyes as you gently tried pulling him to his feet. He needed professional help. 

With his help, you managed to help him down each staircase and eventually you made it to the garage. You locked his seatbelt in and ripped a sleeve from your shirt to tie over his shoulder. You didn’t know how much longer he had before he bled out completely so you floored the gas, praying a cop car didn’t stop you. 

You weren’t very religious but you found yourself praying over and over practically begging under your breath for Kyungsoo to be alright. You made it and ran into the hospital shouting for help. 

Kyungsoo opened his eyes, slowly wincing at the bright lights. He turned his head to one side as a dull familiar pain shot through his shoulder. It was faint at first but it quickly got worse the more he came to. His memories did the same. They started out blurred and groggy but became frighteningly vivid, living nightmares. All he could hear was Kai’s laughter, your screaming, and gunshots playing over in his head. He whimpered trying to shake away both the pain in his arm and his thoughts.

“Y/N,” he called, his voice hoarse. Fingers combed through his hair and he turned forcing a smile as he recognized your face. 

“You’re alright!” You exclaimed gently kissing his lips. Kyungsoo became too excited at your affection and tried lifting up towards you. His fingers gripping your waist trying to pull you down. You grinned bashfully as you gently tried to pin him down. 

“Kyungsoo, relax. You need to rest.” You said, yet you found yourself leaning in for more kisses. Kyungsoo’s finger’s tangled themselves in your hair. He whimpered uncharacteristically every time you tried pulling away but the sound of the heart monitor speeding up forced you away from his grip.

“Baekhyun oppa is alive! He is here too. He’s injured but he will be fine after his wound heals.” You grinned down at Kyungsoo.

“Oppa?” He asked hoarsely.

You blushed and looked away, “he always asked me to call him that and I’m so happy I had to oblige." 

Kyungsoo grinned, "then will you call me oppa?” You lightly tapped his uninjured arm.

“Aish!” You both laughed lightly and you sat beside him. For a few moments, you just talked about nothing important. Neither of you brought up Chanyeol or Kai. You spoke as if nothing horrible had just happened and you were grateful Kyungsoo wasn’t urging you to talk about it. He fell asleep within minutes and you were left to feel self-hatred and guilt. 

Kyungsoo must hate you, right? All Kyungsoo had to do to get you to hate him was lie to you and lead you on. You had killed his brother and you knew how that felt. To lose family. You clung to the hope that he would pity you. That he would understand that you didn’t have a choice. He would have killed you if you hadn’t done it first. 

You managed to gather some foot soldiers and you asked them to prepare a funeral. Kai’s men had retrieved their leader’s body and were probably doing the same. Kyungsoo became the mob boss so they had to wait until he was awake to make decisions. You would be in charge until Baekhyun healed. 

So, without even intending to, you had become Kyungsoo’s rival. You hoped and prayed that this would end. That Kyungsoo would give up his power and perhaps you could run away together like you had planned. 

A nurse anxiously approached you and looked at her shoes as she spoke. Everyone was afraid of you. Chanyeol owned this hospital so the police weren’t even called. You had shoved a stack of hundred dollar bills to a doctor when his eyes widened at Kyungsoo’s condition. 

“Miss Y/L/N, a young man named, Oh Sehun is wanting to see you. He also wants to know if he can see Byun Baekhyun." 

"Oh,” you were completely shocked and also completely irritated at Sehun’s sneaky ways, “please take me to him." 

The nurse nodded and lead you into the waiting room where Sehun excitedly waited. 

"Y/N!” He strode towards you and grabbed your shoulders. “Is hyung alright? One of the foot soldiers called me and told me that Baekhyun was shot. Where’s Chanyeol?” Tears filled your eyes at the sound of his name out loud and the realization came over Sehun. His mouth gaped open as he wrapped his arms around you. You buried his face in his chest and sobbed quietly. 

Sehun rubbed your back with one hand and held your head with the other, “I’m so sorry,” he murmured holding you tightly. 

“Is Kyungsoo…” Sehun’s voice trailed away and you wanted to hit him for sounding hopeful in a bad way. 

“He’s fine, Sehun. He survived but Kai is dead." 

You spent the next hour reliving everything that happened since Sehun had left at the train station. He had held your hand and let you cry, gently wiping away your tears. It was a relief to let out some emotions and frustration. You mourned the death of Chanyeol together. 

"So you’re going to stay with Kyungsoo?” Sehun asked softly, refusing to look up at you. 

You knew Kyungsoo was probably waking up, asking for you and your wandering eyes were all Sehun needed. 

“I need to be with him,” You answered finally looking back.

“What if he doesn’t forgive you? Or refuses to give up his power for you?” Sehun asked reaching for your hand. You pulled away from his reach and looked him in the eyes. 

“He will.” You responded and Sehun nodded. You both stood and walked in opposite directions, he’d go visit Baekhyun and you would go see Kyungsoo. 

“I can only hope he will forgive me,” you murmured under your breath.


You sat back on your couch in your small apartment clinging to a picture of yourself with your mother and Chanyeol. A migraine had just begun, forcing your body to tense. 

“Here is your water,” A warm familiar voice piped up handing you a glass. 

You took it gratefully and forced a smile, “thank you,” you replied through gritted teeth.

“You’re not going to chuck it at me again are you?” Kyungsoo chuckled as he sat beside you. You smiled and leaned into him taking a big sip of water. 

It had been almost a year since everything had unfolded. Winter was creeping in once again. It made you anxious, triggering nightmares and migraines. You were grateful for Kyungsoo, whom always held you close and whispered reassuring things in your ear. He was always there to comfort you, and you needed him more than he needed you but that was alright. 

Sehun and Baekhyun were now in complete control of both Chanyeol’s turf and Kai’s. Deaths decreased dramatically and the money they earned made up for it. Baekhyun insured you’d always have plenty. You didn’t have to work again if you didn’t want to but you did. You sold paintings and took a few classes at a university. Kyungsoo finally began working in his field and you were finally experiencing love the way you had longed for. 

“Y/N,” Kyungsoo whispered, “please remember that I love you and that I will protect you. I know winter makes you really depressed but just know that I will be right here when snow falls. I just-”

You interrupted him by placing a kiss on his lips. He said this every single day of the year. Even in the summer and you knew it was true. You believed him and you realized maybe he needed you just as much as you needed him. 

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I’m so emotional! It’s complete! A huge thank you for all your wonderful love and support! I appreciate it so much! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. More fan fictions to come! Again, thank you soooo much!

Part 1 here Part 2 here Part 4 here Part 5 here Part 6 here Part 7 here Part 8 here Part 9 here Part 10 here Part 11 here

anonymous asked:

At what point in the series do you think Brian fell in love with Justin and when do you think Brian realized he was in love?

Oh, Nonny. You had to go there. After I showed such remarkable restraint on my last ask, you had to ask the question guaranteed to make me ramble on for a century with all my thoughts, feelings, and theories. Very well. You asked for it. :D

Now, this is a really interesting question to think about and actually somewhat challenging to answer, because Brian genuinely didn’t believe in love. He couldn’t even conceptualize it. So while he may have been feeling all these emotions toward Justin that people generally associate with falling in love, Brian himself wouldn’t have recognized it as love even if it bit him on the ass (which, come to think of it, I’m sure Justin did).

My short answer is this: I think the first time we witnessed a true spark of love from Brian was during 1x07, and it built steadily all throughout the first season, and by the end of 1x17 he was absolutely in love. Now, that’s not to say he always accepted those feelings, or acted in a way that somebody generally would when they’re in love, because, come on, he’s Brian Kinney. As for when he actually realized it? I’d place it at prom, and one specific instance at prom, but I’m going to put that below the cut because believe me, I will ramble. However, we all know what happens at prom, and following those events, Brian tried to drown out the idea of being in love from his mind, mainly with drugs, liquor, and plenty of sex. But by the end of 2x02, I believe we’ve reached the point where Brian can’t deny to himself that he’s in love with Justin, even if he won’t use those exact words.

So, that’s the short answer. If you want the long answer, complete with pictures and a nearly episode by episode description of Brian falling in love with the incredible Justin Taylor, let’s hop along under the cut.

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a hella long list of random lyric sentence starters
  • "I'm insecure and I care what people think."
  • "We're stressed out."
  • "Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days."
  • "Wake up, you need to make money."
  • "You used to make me feel like I could walk on water."
  • "You're the reason why I can't listen to the same songs I used to."
  • "I write songs about you all the time."
  • "I bet I don't run through your mind."
  • "I've given up on you.
  • "It still hurts to know you're not alone."
  • "Lately, my dog's the only one around that listens to my problems."
  • "It's been a lonely year."
  • "I'm just happy being with you."
  • "Quietly, quietly, the two of us are entangled."
  • "You don't realize the way I am."
  • "This silent love leaves a silent scar."
  • "I don't feel anything when I look at your face."
  • "That's nothing compared to what I had done in the past."
  • "Wild horses couldn't drag me away."
  • "You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress."
  • "Please remember me, fondly."
  • "We'll meet again."
  • "Fuck the man."
  • "I heard from someone you're still pretty."
  • "And when the morning came I was ashamed. Only now it seems so silly."
  • "Never meant to last."
  • "An angel kissin' on a sinner."
  • "Girls like girls like boys do."
  • "Always gonna steal your thunder."
  • "Imma take your girl out."
  • "Don't tell me what I feel."
  • "Kissed your girls and made you cry, boys."
  • "Tell me if you feel it, too."
  • "Hello there, the angel from my nightmare."
  • "We can live like Jack and Sally if we want."
  • "I would ask for advice, but I just do what I like."
  • "You're a waste of my time."
  • "I smoke cause I'm stressed. I try to get high, but it gets me depressed."
  • "I've fallen for her, more than once."
  • "My daddy is dead, I've got no man to follow."
  • "And I know that I'm shallow, but why shouldn't I be?"
  • "I don't want any trouble, it just chooses to find me."
  • "I've been thinkin' about fallin' in love."
  • "I've been thinkin' about you."
  • "I’m afraid somebody else might take my place."
  • "All my friends always lie to me."
  • "You’re too mean, I don’t like you."
  • "Fuck you anyway."
  • "You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs."
  • "You make me wanna die."
  • "Keep on dreaming, don’t stop breathing, fight those demons."
  • "I got a hunger and it won't go away."
  • "I want it all to remind me of the first time."
  • "I think I like you, but it's complicated."
  • "It's always better when we're together."
  • "You look so pretty sleeping next to me."
  • "I belong with no one."
  • "You belong with me."
  • "Run off to school like a good drama queen."
  • "Do you care where you're going, or know where you've been?"
  • "Our faith is placed in second chances."
  • "You're the star of the story you don't care about."
  • "Just a little girl in a bigger world turning upside-down."
  • "You keep it all inside so that nobody knows."
  • "All these boys are thirsty for your outsides."
  • "You never care to ever let the right ones in."
  • "Baby, I'll carry you all the way home."
  • "I just wanna love you, dear."
  • "I understand you, just take my hand."
  • "I found God. I found him in a lover."
  • "He's off to pay his crimes and he's got no time for mine."
  • "It's tearing me apart."
  • "It's ruining everything."
  • "Were you lying all the time?"
  • "Was it just a game to you?"
  • "You know I'm such a fool for you."
  • "You got me wrapped around your finger."
  • "I thought the world of you."
  • "I thought nothing could go wrong, but I was wrong."
  • "It was always me and you."
  • "This body is yours."
  • "Your mess is mine."
  • "Luck be on my side tonight."
  • "You're the reason that I feel so strong."
  • "You still make sense to me."
  • "Boy, look the other way."
  • "That's not the way that friends behave."
  • "I always knew that I would love you from afar."
  • "She's got darling hazel eyes."
  • "It shouldn't come as a surprise."
  • "Why do you go wasting your time on me?"
  • "I'm eager to please."
  • "I'm scared that you’re gonna slip away."
  • "I don’t think she knows how she changed all my plans."
  • "You act like you don't know me."
  • "My god, you tempt my anxious mind."
  • "We are bitter losers, snarling through our smiles."
  • "We are wild."
  • "We’re fucked, but we say that we’re fine."
  • "We long for journeys and the roadside."
  • "Every little thing made me miss you more."
  • "I'm just trying to make a getaway to you, and I'd have gone a thousand miles more."
  • "And I looked at you, you were so damn cute."
  • "I know you're thinking of me."
  • "You're everything that I hoped for."
  • "I'm all the shit that you go for."
  • "Stop kidding yourself now."
  • "I never found a way to let you know."
  • "I also never found a way to let you go."
  • "Right now I’m feeling rough."
  • "Come settle in with me."
  • "I will not open myself up this way again."
  • "Feels like I don't know you."
  • "I've strayed from who it was that you knew."
  • "You were trying to make it work."
  • "You were sleeping in my shirt
  • "Sometimes things don't come full circle."
  • "I was hoping that you cared."
  • "I was distant, I was scared."
  • "There's no way to go back now."
  • "Just love me when you can."
  • "I'll wait patiently."
  • "I'll wake up every day just hoping that you still care."
  • "Surely even I deserve the best."
  • Just when I believe you've changed for good, you go and prove me wrong just like I knew you would."
  • "When I run out of second chances, you give me that look
  • and you're off the hook."
  • "Oh, what am I still doing here?"
  • "It ain't right to just love me when you can."
  • "Slow down, you are out of control."
  • "One of us is right, and one of us is wrong."
  • "It could be so easy if it didn't feel so wrong."
  • "What if I was younger?"
  • "I never should have asked, it was a long time ago."
  • "There's things I wish I knew."
  • "We're a million miles away."
  • "With you, my dear, I'm safe."
  • "You will be gone and I won't see you anymore."
  • "You left my love on the line and said that you were leaving."
  • "I saw you in the arms of someone else."
  • "I cry myself to sleep and you thought I was happy."
  • "I was lonely, had nowhere to go."
  • "I heard that you moved on."
  • "Everything has changed."
  • "Sometimes you've got to bleed to know that you're alive."
  • "The songs on the radio are okay, but my taste in music is your face."
  • "You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time."
  • "I heard you were lying about how brave you are.
  • "I heard you were still trying to get back to the start."
  • "I'm gonna miss you."
  • "Gonna miss you, girl, and all of the things we could've done."
  • "I move so fast, how could you be with me?"
  • "I wish you well. All the best."
  • "I spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"
  • "We were sixteen, maybe less, maybe a little more."
  • "I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell."
  • "Time has bridled us both, but I remember you, too."
  • "You confuse me with your riddles and your sudden generosity."
  • "You really shouldn't get this fucked up."
  • "I'm tired of being careful."
  • "Let me under your skin."
  • "Why do I always spill?"
  • "God, I wish I never spoke."
  • "Think I got myself in trouble."
  • "Should've never said the word 'love.'"
  • "I'm sick of all the games I have to play."
  • "I've got your picture, she's got you."
  • "Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces."
  • "Everyone thinks that we're perfect."
  • "Go back to being plastic."
  • "Smile for the picture."
  • "We were too wasted to close the window."
  • "Do you want it? Do you want me?"
  • "You are where I want to be."
  • "I can drive."
  • "Who is she?"
  • "I used to know know to leave the boy behind without having to watch him go."
  • "Going on, my first impression, I recall you wearing white."
  • "There was something sweet in the air, babe, that summer night."
  • "There will always be another time for us to fall in love."
  • "The first times always cut the deepest."
  • "She is something to behold, elegant and bold."
  • "I could easily lose my mind."
  • "The way you kiss me will work each time."
  • "Eyes, innocent and wild, remind me what it's like."
  • "Pulling me back into the flames and I'm burning up again."
  • "I never understood what was at stake."
  • "Well now you've come and gone, I finally worked it out."
  • "I never should have told you."
  • "I never should have let you see inside."
  • "Don't want it troubling your mind. Won't you let it be?"
  • "You cool me down."
  • "Do you love me now?"
  • "I'm not so used to doubt."
  • "Light me up a cigarette and put it in my mouth."
  • "You're the only one that wants me around."
  • "I don't believe in you and I."
  • "I'm not yours anymore."
  • "You're always leaving me behind."
  • "I feel like a fool."
  • "I ain't got nothing left to give."
  • "You are mine, I am yours. Lets not fuck around."
  • "You are the only one."
  • "Yours is the first face that I saw."
  • "I realize that I need you and I wondered if I could come home."
  • "Remember the time you drove all night, just to meet me in the morning."
  • "I thought it was strange, you said everything changed, you felt as if you'd just woke up."
  • "I'm glad I didn't die before I met you."
  • "I don't care, I could go anywhere with you and I'd probably be happy."
  • "Maybe this time is different."
  • "I mean, I really think you like me."
  • "You pull away so easily."
  • "I'm only there so that you're not alone."
  • "So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk."
  • "I want a lover I don't have to love."
  • "I'll meet up with the band in the morning."
  • "Love's an excuse to get hurt."
  • "We both go together if one falls down."
  • "I talk out loud like you're still around."
  • "Do I let her sleep or should I wake her up?"
  • "We were lovers in a past life."
  • "I'll make you mine, time after time."
  • "We can keep in touch if that's what you want."
  • "You say I don't have the time for you, but I do."
  • "I am what you need when you can't find it somewhere else."
  • "I am what you want when you don't have anything else."
  • "I came here with a load and it feels so much lighter now I met you."
  • "Honey, you should know that I could never go on without you."
  • "You're the one that I wanted to find."
  • "Anyone who tried to deny you must be out of their mind."
  • "I know it's too late."
  • "I should have given you a reason to stay."
  • "We're not the same, dear, as we used to be."
  • "There was little we could say, and even less that we could do."
  • "Nothing was left for you and me."
  • "Someday you will be loved."
  • "I cannot pretend that I felt any regret."
  • "The memories of me will seem more like bad dreams."
  • "I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet."
  • "You told her that you loved her, but you don't."
  • "She was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me."
  • "I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved together in the dark."
  • "All I see are dark grey clouds in the distance moving closer with every hour."
  • "Was something wrong?"
  • "You're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now."
  • "No, we can't talk about it now."
  • "One last touch and then you'll go, and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more."
  • "It was vile, and it was cheap."
  • "You are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me."
How James Potter Got Coffee With His Favorite Author

Jily, “I’m an author who just published my first book and you work at a bookstore and recommend my own book to me when I come in” au

“James are you crying?” Remus asked.

It was a slow afternoon at the book store they worked at. James had been lounging behind the register and reading the latest book Remus had recommended to him. It was new and the paper smelled and felt lovely. It was a heavy hardback that was awkward to hold and the jacket had long ago been slipped off and placed in a drawer. But the story itself was so amazing that James hardly paid attention to those other things. He was completely enraptured by the amazing writing of L.J. Evans.

“No, there must just be dust in my eye,” James said but the sniffling and foggy glasses were a complete give away so he sighed and nodded.

“I knew it’d make you cry,” Remus said. He had teared up when he read it, and James had laughed at him. Well now neither of them were laughing- they were too busy crying over the beautiful ending of this book.

“I think I need a moment to think about my life,” James said.

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