getting things in the mail

anonymous asked:

I would rly appreciate a johnny neighbor!au when you have time! He has such a big personality and I think you would rly make it fun and interesting...ALSO re selling ur soul to winwin....me too he's so cute somebody put him in the 97 line gc

you wouldn’t believe how many people asked me to write for johnny!!! 
tw: this has a mention of hook-ups 
find mark + jaehyun (here) / taeyong + ten + haechan (here) / winwin + yuta + taeil (here

  • seems like the type to spend good money on some good bedsheets. has like 14 pillows on his bed. loves being comfy
  • full length body mirror too,,,,,one of those racks to put together tomorrow’s outfit,,,,,,he’s very particular
  • organizes his clothes by season, color, and ‘johnny’s handsome scale’
  • how did this become a thing? well you can ask doyoung who was roped into sitting there next to ten for 6 hours as johnny tried on every outfit and made them rate it. ten had fun. doyoung DID NOT
  • probably has a pet cat,,,,,,definitely like a cat person,,,,,,,,,you know what fuck it he has 2 cats named peanut and jelly or Something he thinks is super clever 
  • bumps his head on things a lot especially when he’s leaning down to get his mail and comes up real fast and hits something because he’s all long limbs and all the neighbors think it’s hilarious 
  • all the teenagers on the block want to know how his hair is so nice. johnny whats your secret,,,,,drop your barbers name,,,,, [lil fact: i like to think taeyong gives johnny his haircuts, that’s why they’re so nice and precise]
  • but anyway you meet johnny at a mandated building meeting for all tenants about how apparently the elevator needs to be fixed so people need to vote on it being shut down on a tuesday or a friday
  • and people are already getting into fights over which day is more convenient but both you and johnny don’t mind either way and you keep rolling your eyes and when you catch each other you giggle
  • and you keep like locking eyes until johnny kidna tilts his head signaling that you two should leave and you grin and nod
  • and when you’re out of the lobby where everyone met up you’re like “what a bunch of kids, yelling at each other like this is middle school or something” and johnny chuckles and is like “it’s wild, for a second i thought i was in a zoo!”
  • and you’re both laughing and you notice, now that you’re closer, that johnny is incredibly handsome to look at it. his eyes are such a pretty shape, and the way his mouth curls at the edges is so unique and charming
  • and it’s hard NOT to stare,,,,,and well im not trying to be blunt but johnny is also staring back you because hey,,,,,you’re also super cute up close
  • and the elevator arrives and you and johnny both step in but the second the door closes wE LL
  • let’s just say you guys go from neighbors to something more real fast,,,and you don’t know what it is that pulls you toward him,,,but it’s something and you and johnny are making out until you get up to your floor
  • and even after that he goes “your place or mine?” and you can’t resist, he’s sooooooo cute (+ a fantastIC kisser)
  • and so you can kind of call it, instead of friends-with-benefits,,,,neighbors-with-benefits 
  • and it’s all cool because you and him share a sense of humor and you both like to be affectionate and touchy
  • and johnny always gives you space when you need it and you can go weeks without seeing each other but if you want him then he’s there
  • and it’s convenient and johnny makes you laugh it’s nothing sErious
  • until it’s,,,,not because johnny comes over and he’s holding you close and as he’s kissing against your neck something finally snaps in you because you blurt out a,,,,,,,, “i like you”
  • and johnny stops, lips hovering over your skin and you’re like shit oh no i ruined this it’s over it’s done for
  • but johnny just resumes kissing up your neck and towards your lips and then your cheeks
  • and, as usual, he puts on a bit of a teasing voice but he goes “really? you should have told me earlier,,,,”
  • and you sit up and johnny pulls you into his lap and you’re like “johnny - im serious i don’t think i can just be something on the side. i like you seriously-”
  • and he’s like “i know! that’s what i mean by you should have told me earlier because then i could have taken you out,,,,,,and we just missed the premier of that movie that would have been suCh a good date, it’s ok ill plan a better one anyway”
  • and you’re sitting with his arms wrapped around you and you’re like wait. so do you like me back
  • and he’s like “yep. i like you,,,,,,,” and he pauses pressing his forehead to yours and adding “only you. i like only you.” 

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i gotta love this anxiety thing when u stress like hell to finish a thing before a deadline and once its done u can’t even relax bc you’re too nervous to submit it

anonymous asked:

Hey so you know how in the enemy it says that Achilleus loves Jaffa cakes? Will discovers this (bless Jackson, bless her) and frickin' scours the country and manages to find one of those multipacks that doesn't seem unreasonably rotten. He tries to big himself up but last minute nerves set in so he gives it to Paddy to pass on as an "anonamous gift". Achilleus is interrogating Paddy who seems to be breaking. Will is watching it all from afar and is stressed help him.

pray for will 2kforever 

ID #10719

Name: Kate
Age: 14
Country: USA

Hey! As you already read above my name is Kate. I’m an awkward 14 year old girl from the Boston MA region. I love watching Netflix, reading poetry,listening to music,going on walks in nature, and talking to others! I’ve never had a Pen-Pal before but its always been something I’ve found great interest in.
Some of the shows i enjoy watching are Criminal Minds, Gilmore Girls, Dexter, Orange is the New Black, and Glee. I’m very open to watch anything so giving me requests on what to watch would be super cool.
Some music interests of mine are The 1975,Halsey,Troye Sivan,Lorde,Bastille,Marina and The Diamonds,Melanie Martinez,My Chemical Romance,Panic! At the Disco,PVRIS,Twenty one pilots, and 5 Seconds of Summer. I generally like all types of music other than country, so talk to me about any type of music and ill give it a listen.(you don’t have to like all the same music as me, in fact you can hate it! Everyone can have their opinion and i won’t judge)
I want a Pen-Pal who is willing to talk about anything. I want to be able to talk about life events no matter how small they are, like about getting a good/bad grade on a test and being able to be there for each other!
I’d prefer to send letters to each other because I really enjoy getting things in the mail. We can send each other real copy photos of the places we live, the plants that grow there, what the weather is/looks like & more!
If i seem even a bit interesting to you, PLEASE send me something so we can get talking because i can’t wait :)

Preferences: Ages 14-21
Generally hoping for someone from out of the US, but if we have lots of similarities and your from the US, please don’t be afraid to talk cause I’m glad to talk to anyone.
No homophobia/racism

writing and calling DOES have an impact on representatives

Here’s an update from Ben Wideman, a Mennonite pastor in Pennsylvania, about a visit to GOP Senator Pat Toomey’s (the guy famous for disappearing right now) office:

“Just got back from a visit to Senator Pat Toomey’s Johnstown office with 15 other Borough of State College & Penn State area people to talk about the immigration ban. Here are my takeaways:

  1. Everyone we spoke with was rattled. They have never experienced this much constant feedback. The phones haven’t stopped since the Inauguration and they admitted they can’t check voicemail because there is no pause to do so.
  2. Letters are the only thing getting through at this point. Regional offices are a much better mail destination because the compile, sort, and send everything. DC mail is so backed up right now it takes twice as long to send things there.
  3. Toomey’s staff seem frustrated with Trump. They said his barrage of Executive Orders are not how government is supposed to work, and was what they hated during moments of the Obama era. One of them said, “we have a democratic system and process. Trump needs to stop behaving like a Monarch.”
  4. Our representatives are listening because people are raising their voices. This feels like no other political moment in recent time for them.
  5. Toomey’s staffers are far more empathetic than I assumed. Also far more technology illiterate (one asked me how to use twitter, and how we already knew about Toomey’s published statement). They resonate that the immigration ban feels immoral and unAmerican.
  6. Regional offices are not designed to handle this volume of unrest.
  7. Personal stories matter. Tell the stories of people being impacted by arbitrary religious and ethnic legislation (I got to tell a bit of your story, Baraa). Staffers want to know.
  8. Don’t stop. Do whatever small part you can do to keep raising your voice to your representatives. Not just this issue, but every way marginalized people are being (or will be) exploited under this President.

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You hadn’t been feeling particularly well lately. You had gotten up this morning and puked. Eliot blamed it on the old takeout you had had for dinner the previous night and you agreed with him.

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anonymous asked:

hey what are your thoughts for apartment neighbors across the hall jelix?? -lemon_ollie :)

FUCK I WANT TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT THIS SO BAD BUT I’LL GIVE HCS FOR NOW HECK

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-it’d be super awkward at first, because they’d both think the other was super gorgeous, and end up bumping into each other here and there, like to get the mail or go into town

-jack would be super sweet to felix, desperately trying to make new friends in the new town, and felix would kinda shrug it off, even though every time they made eye contact his heart went !!!

-their friendship would start with little things, like jack sleeping in one day, and felix getting his mail for him, leaving a little post it note saying something like “its cold outside, so here’s your mail -your neighbor, felix” 

-post it notes would soon become their thing, and they’d be leaving each other little messages just for fun

-”you know i can hear you snoring at night sometimes” ”at least i dont scream when a spider crawls in my window”

-”that blue hoodie looks good on you, you should wear it more. matches your eyes”

-”i made some pancakes and didnt eat them all, have the rest while im at the store so i dont have to throw them out”

-i hadnt heard your voice until you talked to the mailman and wow thats not at all what i thought it sounded like”

-they’d get more and more flirty, and every time they happened to see each other, cheeks would burn and sheepish smiles would follow

-”im bad at talking to people, so text me, here’s my phone number” ”practice makes perfect, lets go get coffee and talk until we get tired of each other”

-they’d start hanging out, felix yelling jack’s name until he heard him and came over, or vice versa

-sleepovers at which there was no sleeping and deep 2am conversations

-”JACK” “WHAT DO YOU WANT” “COME OVER” “ I CANT IM SLEEPING” “I’LL JOIN YOU” “UUGHH”

-felix would be super clingy whenever jack left, especially if he was visiting family or just on vacation. he’s send texts like “i broke into your apartment and sat on the couch and its really quiet” and jack would say “you didnt break into my apartment, you have a key. make sure you water my plants”

-both of them falling in love with other, but not wanting to ruin a perfectly good friendship

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sugakookie scenario for flowerkook cause yoongi is not ur bias and good luck with finals and ur exam!! <3 

You are not good at math. Jungkook isn’t either. But maybe two brains really are better than one and well, a week before your final seems like a good time to test it out so lo and behold, you’re bowing your way into Jungkook’s house, which he tells you is empty over his shoulder, kicking his shoes off at the front door.

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waiting on a few things to get in the mail to start working on the mask/finishing up the gaia sash, but here’s some progress pics! (with slayer because he was curious about my new hair)

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Happy Birthday @trintownsentill (。・ω・。)ノ♡

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Waiting for Nothing

This is my entry for Day 3 of @fyeahpharmercy​‘s Pharmercy Appreciation Week, “Flowers.”

Synopsis: Angela writes a letter to Fareeha when they can not be together on their anniversary.

If you are concerned about emotional triggers, click this image link and see if any might apply to you. I do this so that the story may not be spoiled ahead of time for people who are okay with most emotional literary themes and topics. If you would like to enter the story blind I highly suggest not opening the image above.


Dear Fareeha, meine geliebte Frau,

 Not a day goes by that I do not long for your return, to come back into my arms warm and safe. For every day that you are away is another day in which I must confront the daily struggles of life alone, without your soothing presence to ease my anxiety and lift my spirits. Sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day is listening to your voice-mails I keep saved on my phone. I’m sorry I never told you, but I was always just so embarrassed. Every night I have Athena play one from random; sometimes it will be short and to the point, you calling to requesting a simple file or better yet, just to make small talk. Many times, it’s you after a long day out in the field, exhausted, speaking into the receiver about all the frustrations and hassles that plagued your day. In some you are calling just to say “I love you.” I like those the most.

 Many of the nights I spend are curled up in our bed, with your favourite jacket wrapped around me as I sleep. It’s the only way I can feel like you’re still right next to me, even if the only thing remaining is your waning scent.

 Oh, and I got you your favourite flowers too. The Daffodils look so pretty this year. I visited Ana to gather a handful from her garden, and she was nice enough to give me some seeds to hopefully begin our own garden. You know I’ve always found it funny that you of all people would love Daffodils, especially when you know their meaning. Narcissus. Though, I suppose it does partially apply; you were and always will be the most beautiful woman I have ever set my eyes upon, and yet you remained so selfless and humble. It’s almost unfair that all the good and beauty in the world could be concentrated into one person, and doubly so that it can be stripped away in an instant. It is unfair that someone so pure and so just can be taken from this world when there is so much evil and darkness that is allowed to remain.

 Every day the dagger lodged within my heart twists. You were the light in my life, and I’m now surrounded by the shadows cast by the dim glow around me. Every day my mind is plagued with what-ifs, unanswerable questions that only seek to possess the mind and shroud it in darkness. Even knowing that, I still cannot help but think of all the possible ways things could have been different, how you could still return to spend the rest of our days together.

 But I cannot change the past. I cannot change what we shared. I cannot change the aching I will feel to the day I die, and I would not change a moment.

 If there is any evidence of the afterlife, our love would be it, for not even death can separate us. I will find you in the afterlife.

     - Dein Ein und Alles

Angela clumsily folded the piece of paper along the creases, her hands shaking as she shoved the letter back in her pocket. In her other hand she holds a bouquet of pale white flowers, tied in a lavender silk knot, the stray ribbon flowing back and forth in the cool morning wind. A seldom few petals were lined with small droplets, not from the overcast sky above, but rather from the grief-stricken woman clutching their stems.

Goosebumps lined the extent of her arm, her body giving a small shiver, yet feeling nothing. Angela had grown numb to it all, she no longer found interest in her work, in her hobbies, in the friends she had made since the reformation of Overwatch. The research she did now was out of obligation, to which she mainly kept to herself, shutting herself away for hours on end without exiting her room. Ever since the newly appointed Strike Commander deemed her psychologically unfit for the battlefield, she saw no reason to do anything else but remain in her dormitory to feign a sense of purpose.

Another gust of wind came rushing across the horizon, sending her golden locks across her face. She slowly collapsed down to her knees, pressing into the soft layer of grass and dirt. She outstretched her hand to the sturdy headstone in front of her, tracing the lines imprinted.

Fareeha Amari

2044 - 2093

Friend to Many

Protector of All

“I’m so sorry I could not be there for you when you needed me most, meine Liebe.” Angela choked out through bated breath. She held out the flowers in front of her, and slowly released them before the headstone. A fragile hand crept along her back and rested on her shoulder; Angela took hold and rested her cheek against it. “She loved you more than life itself, habibti,” a withered and broken voice softly spoke. That was the final crack in the dam necessary. Angela burst into tears, water freely flowing down her cheeks down to the grass below, her hand latching onto Ana’s like a vice. “Shh, it’s okay habibti, it’s okay. Let it out.”

And there they stayed, without a single thought to the passage of time around them. Ana gave the grieving widow as long as she needed. As the time between huffs of breath drew longer and the tears gently subsided, Angela gradually returned to the realm of reality. She slowly turned her head to Ana and nodded, in an affirmation she was prepared to go.

She steadily rose to her feet, the flowers remaining as an offering to her beloved. Shoving her hands in her coat pockets, she stood in front of the stone, looking down into the engraved lettering. “Fareeha,” Angela croaked, her voice rough and grated, “Next time I will make sure to bring seeds, to begin our garden together.”

Angela stepped forward and ran her hand along the top of the headstone, a solemn goodbye.

“Auf wiedersehen, meine Liebe.”

“I’ll see you again.” (part 13)

Originally posted by ohmygarlands

Summary: A Credence Barebone imagine (Credence x Reader)

Note: This is the 13th part to this imagine so make sure you check out the others! I hope you like and reblog it. There also will most likely be a grammar mistake so bare with me. Anyway… I hope you enjoy! Also how have I written 13 of these things!?!

Date published: February 20, 2017

Warnings: mentions of abuse, and WAY too much cuteness to handle

Year: 1926

Part: thirteen of ?

MASTERLIST

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You spent that whole week gently getting Credence back into the world. You didn’t want to rush anything, so you took small steps. You started with him coming to get the mail with you. He hadn’t even stepped out of your apartment since the night he first came.
You took it really slow. You opened the door and you both stood in front of the doorway, staring out into the hallway. Credence had a dead kind of stare. His eyes had dark circles under them. His heart pounded inside of his chest. His breathing was heavy and shallow. He started to shake and you noticed black matter start to float around you both. You looked at him with worried eyes. You gently grabbed his hand and he suddenly came out of his trance. He looked at you beside him, eyes were filled with tears. “Let’s try tomorrow.” You said, nodding at him, hoping to make him feel better. “No-” He whispered. “I have to do this.” He didn’t want to disappoint you. He had to be strong, for you. He didn’t want to be a burden to you and he couldn’t be the reason you didn’t see your family for Christmas.

“Are you sure?” You asked, sweetly. His head nodded fast. “Okay.” You said, squeezing his hand tighter. You both stared back into the hall and took a deep breath. “Are you ready?” He nodded in response. You took a small step forward, leading him out of you’re apartment. He didn’t move, he stood stiff. You looked back at him, still holding his hand. “Okay, let’s do this tomorrow.” You said, walking back into your apartment. Credence suddenly walked in front of you, making you stop.“No, I can do this.” He said. He seemed so sure of himself, you couldn’t help but smile. “Okay.” You nodded, turning back to the hallway. Credence walked with you, still a little hesitant. You walked slowly down the hall, to the stairs. You walked down them slowly. You never rushed him, or pulled him to make him walk faster. You had to let him do it at his own pace.

You got down to the small lobby where the mail boxes were. You walked over to yours and got the small key out of your pocket to unlock it. You tried to pull your hand out of Credence’s, but he held it tighter so you couldn’t. You looked up at him and gave him a small smile. You proceeded to unlock the box with one hand. There were a few letters in the box. You reached in and pulled them out. Then you shut the small door and locked it.

After two flights of stairs you were at your door. You pushed it open and walked in together. You put the letters on the counter, then turned to stand in front of Credence. Still holding his hand, you looked up at him with a proud look on your face. “I’m so proud of you, Credence.” You said, smiling up at him. His eyes met yours for a second then went back to his feet, where they usually were. “Hey.” You said softly. “What’s wrong? You did great.” You moved the hand that wasn’t holding his, to his cheek. He pulled away from you and walked across the room. “How am I going to get on a train if I can barely get the mail?” He embarrassedly mumbled. You watched him from afar, his back facing you. You could feel tears starting to burn in your eyes. “You can’t rush yourself. Things like this take time.” You started to walk over to him. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You did great.” You said so kindly, Credence felt a small glimmer of hope form inside of him. He wasn’t used to kind, encouraging words.
You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his back. You hugged him tight and said, “You’re doing great.– Okay?” You looked up at him from behind. You saw him nod his head slightly, wiping away tears. You felt his hands cover yours. They were cold and shaking, but they held yours tight.

The next day you decided to do the same thing. You walked down together to get the mail. He was less hesitant this time and walked a little faster. He still squeezed your hand the whole time, but you didn’t mind.
You did this for about a week and every time Credence was less afraid. You still held hands, and you started to wonder if he was doing it because it gave him comfort or if he just liked holding your hand. Either way you loved it.

“Do you want to try getting the mail by yourself today?” You asked him, one morning, during breakfast. Credence froze, and looked up at you. You knew he could do it. He was making so much progress and you knew he could handle it. “You can do it, Credence. I know you can.” You said, encouragingly. “What if someone is down there?” He asked, with worry in his voice. Once before there had been someone in the lobby, getting their mail too. Credence hadn’t had interaction with anyone but you, since the incident in the subway station. There was a middle aged woman with short, dark hair getting her mail. Credence froze when you both got to the end of the stairs and saw the lady. He squeezed your hands so tightly, you didn’t know what was going on, then you noticed the lady. In some strange way she reminded you of Mary Lou and you knew Credence felt the same way. “Credence.” You said, calmly. “It’s okay.”
The room began to shake a little and black matter began form around you. “Credence, shhhh.” You said, with slight fear in your voice. He couldn’t have another incident. You stepped in front of Credence, grabbing his other hand. You held them tightly and rubbed the top of his hands with your thumbs. “Shhhhh.” You said, and the room began to stop shaking and the Obscurus began to calm down.
“Did we just have an earth quake?” The woman said, worriedly. “I-I think so.” You said, stepping in front of Credence, hiding him from the woman.

You both sat at the kitchen table, thinking about that afternoon. “If someone’s down there, you just turn around and come back.” You told him. “But I know you can do it.” You said, standing up, taking your plate to the sink.
You heard Credence speak quietly, behind you, “H-How do you know?” You turned and smiled your sweet smile at him. “Because you’re strong and brave and I believe in you.” You said, taking his plate from in front of him.
He sat there, silently for a few minutes. “Th-Thank you, (Y/N).” You looked back and smiled at him, as you rinsed a plate. “Really. No one has ever believed in me before.” He said, quietly.
You finished the last dish and walked over to him. You placed your hand on his cheek. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. He then leaned forward into you, wrapping his arms around you. You hugged his head that rested against your chest. He listened to your heart as he hugged you. He loved the beating of your heart against his ears. Just the thought that you were real and alive made him happy.
You stroked his hair and leaned your head down, pressing your lips on his head. “I love you, Credence.” You said, resting your cheek on the top of his head. You could feel his face forming a smile then he said, “I love you, (Y/N).”

Credence went upstairs and changed out of his blue and white striped pajamas, that you had you had gotten him a few days ago. The whole time he got ready his stomach was flipping from his nerves. As he combed through his black hair his eyes started to fade into white. The mirror started to shake on the wall. The room filled with Obscurus particles. He tried hard to contain it and to keep it under control. He felt the tile under his feet start to crack, then he finally started to calm down. He was breathing heavy and his eyes went back to their original dark iris. He turned on the water and leaned over, splashing cold water on his face. Then he noticed that a few floor tiles were slightly cracked from the pressure of the Obscurus. He bent down and felt the cracks with his shaking hand. What was he going to do? He felt awful for ruining your floor. You were for sure going to be upset and probably throw him out of the house and forget all about him. At these thoughts his eyes started to fill with tears. He stood up and quickly moved the small bath mat over the cracked tiles. He had to hide them, he couldn’t tell you and upset you. He took a second and gathered himself, then left the bathroom and went downstairs.

You were cleaning up the apartment when you saw him coming down the stairs, all ready and dressed. You stood up straight and nodded at him. He gave you a small nod back. “Are ready?” You asked him. “Remember if you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to.”
“I want to.” He said, thinking in his mind ‘I have to.’
You gave him a smile that gave him a little more hope then he had before. “Okay.” You said, walking towards the door. You opened it slowly. “If someone’s down there and you don’t feel comfortable, just turn right back.” You told him and he nodded. You handed him the small key. He lifted his hand and held the key. You didn’t let go. All you could think about was if you were rushing him. Maybe you should just stay home from going to see your family. Things had changed so much from just a few weeks ago and you had to be able adjust. Even if that meant not seeing your family this Christmas. You were okay with that. You had to be there for Credence. You cared about him more than anything in the entire world. You wanted to tell him all of this, but you didn’t know how.

You reached up your other hand and placed it on his. Your other hand still held the key, but you quickly wrapped both around his scarred hand. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. You didn’t know what to say to describe what you were feeling. You just looked up at him with so much love, you felt like you could explode. You sighed and let go of his hand, giving him the key. Credence looked down at you with tears forming in his eyes. He felt what you wanted to say in the way you held his hand. His lips slightly curved, giving a small, sweet smile.

He stood in the doorway, looking out into the hall, the same way he has all week. But it was different. You weren’t standing there beside him, holding his hand. He missed that. He turned back to see you standing with one arm around your waist and the other resting under your chin. You smiled as tears continued to stay in your eyes. He gave you a more confident look and turned back to the hallway. He took a small step and closed the door, not looking back again.

You paced your apartment, worried that something might happen. You didn’t feel the apartment shake so you figured that was a good sign. Five minutes passed and he still wasn’t up. You began to really start worrying, then you heard the door knob start to turn. You felt happiness start to burst through your chest. The door started to open and there he was. Credence. Standing in the doorway, holding the mail. You gave him the biggest smile as tears fell from your eyes. Something came over you and you started to run. You ran into him, jumping up into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him so tight. He was taken back by your action, but then wrapped his arms around your waist and squeezed you just as tight. Your legs wrapped around him as Credence held you off the ground. “I’m so proud of you!” You whispered in his ear. If only you could have seen Credence’s smile.

That night you laid on the couch under your blanket thinking about that hug. Credence laid in your bed thinking about the same thing. You both fell asleep with small smiles on your faces. But it didn’t last long for Credence. That’s when the nightmares started.

To be continued…

PART FOURTEEN 

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anonymous asked:

I love your Hogwarts AU! Can we perhaps see how their relationship is like after Dick graduated? Perhaps weekend date at Hogsmeade or something?

So I liked this idea, but I also wanted to write a bit of what their post Hogwarts lives would be like as well. It was really nice to revisit this AU!

I would also like to note that I’m closing prompts so I can work on the ones I have. I’ve slowed down in answering them but that’s because I’m working on some other fics that will (hopefully) be seeing the light of day soon. 

After Hogwarts

Jason and Dick really should have seen the impact that Dick’s graduation would have on their relationship. Dick was only one year ahead of Jason, meaning they would only have one year apart. It was something they hadn’t talked about much as the end of the year had approached for Dick. They’d spent most of that time in Dick’s bed studying whether it was for their finals or their bodies.

The summer they spent at the manor was a little more complicated. Dick found a job with the ministry working in muggle relations and had to relocate to London while Jason stayed alone at the manor in Dick’s room while Dick got settled in London.

“Hey,” Dick told him as he held Jason close one night. “The apartment that I’m going to set up there will be ours, it’s going to have all the muggle things we want it to have, we only have a year, and then you get to live with me in our own place. I’ll visit you on the weekends when I can and I’ll send you letters every day.”

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hey folks! lemme gauge your interest for a sec: would you join a bioware (or just video games in general) random acts of kindness facebook group where we have a google doc with people’s mailing address, interests, fav games/characters, etc and you can send each other letters/postcards/little gifts in the mail?
i’m in one of these for mbmbam and it’s been sooo much fun. people post about the things they get in the mail and it’s just precious.
it would be a private group where i would have to approve anyone who joins, so we wouldn’t get any creeps.
let me know your thoughtsss 😬🖤

It would be so cool to have a (beginner) green witch penpal friend. Like we could learn things from each other and send lil gifts to each other as well! 🌻🌿

beautiful-things-and-memes  asked:

Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers. (Non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

oH BOY UM

i love:

  • my fashion sense (??? idk m8)
  • how far i’ve come as an editor (that counts, right?)
  • THERESNOTMUCHILIKEABOUTMYSELFOOPS
  • IMBLANKINGOUTRIGHTNOW
  • ??????????????????????