i am just too busy living

  • someone: you were pretty good at that thing, why'd you stop doing it?
  • me internally: I get extremely anxious when I think about doing something I might possibly succeed at because I base my self-worth on my achievements and other people's approval, I am afraid because I know I will never be able to live up to my own unrealistic expectations, I hate making mistakes because they make me feel worthless, I take negative feedback too personally, I feel immense guilt over not doing things that I've been avoiding which just makes me avoid them more, I feel ashamed and inadequate due to how difficult it is for me to stay committed to anything, I'm worried that I'll just end up disappointing myself and the entire world, and I am convinced that if I failed I would literally die.
  • me externally: idk i guess i've just been kinda busy lol

anonymous asked:

I was impressed by you until I read that religious bit on your About Me page. You seemed like the perfect person, but you're just another brainwashed negro, worshipping the white man's religion. You probably date white guys too.

I was wondering how long it would take before that sweet sweet hate mail came in! And the magic number was five days!! Lol I hate to break it to you sweetheart, but the perfect person doesn’t exist. I just try to do the best I can and live a Christ like lifestyle. And yeah I love God,I will never apologize for that. I AM sorry however, that you’ve been brainwashed into thinking it’s a white mans religion. Sorry I didn’t include my dating preferences in my bio,  I figured that that was my business and not tumblrs, but rest assured, you’re not my type. 

The OHC Cast as Stuff I've Done While Drunk
  • Julian: Cried for over half an hour over how pure and good my friend's blind cat is while petting and hugging it
  • The Narrator: Explained the entire plot of Hamilton at 6am, with renditions of some of the musical numbers and poor choreography
  • John: Made out with at least seven people, got kicked in the face, cried on and off for about an hour, acquired several hickeys, and tried to jump out of a window all in the same night
  • Leticia: Tried to re-unite my friends when we got split up into two groups but ended up getting lost on my own and just went back to the bar to get another drink, also had to be held back from nearly cracking a guy's ribs when he wouldn't leave my friends alone
  • Jacques: Decided at 5:30 am I was really energetic, did two push-ups, and then collapsed onto the floor
  • François: Partied all night long just enjoying living my life and minding my business while my entire group were having several different catastrophic fights between themselves
  • Pierre: Passed out for an hour or so at a party, then woke up, chugged my drink and went back into it comparing myself to the second coming of Jesus
  • Coco: Enthusiastically listened to a stranger tell me their entire life story while too drunk to actually hear anything or remember what they were saying


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A/N: This could link to one of the other reader inserts ‘The Baby Is Coming’ but you don’t have to read that to understand this. I hope I haven’t made Mycroft or Sherlock to OOC. Enjoy! xxx 

Exhausted was an understatement. You knew that childbirth was very painful and tiring but nothing could have prepared you for that. However, the long nine months and incredibly painful birth was all worth it as your little boy was born. Sherlock was stood by the window nursing the babe. He’d insisted that you slept but you wanted to stay awake because the Holmes parents, now grandparents, were on their way. You assumed that Mycroft would probably stay at the Holmes residence but you didn’t know whether he’d be forced to pay a visit to the hospital. Sherlock was tense. You could tell he didn’t want Mycroft to come but you did. You wanted a close family and although Mycroft was a fairly distant and an unsociable person, he was the uncle of your child and you wanted him to be involved.



“Yes mother,” A voice said from the other side of the door. The voice belonged to Mycroft Holmes. “The nurse said that they were in here.” The door opened slowly and in came Mycroft and his parents.

“Congratulations!” Mrs Holmes exclaimed and came over to your bedside. She kissed your cheek and then rushed over to Sherlock and kissed him. Mr Holmes gave his congratulations whereas Mycroft stayed in the doorway.

“Have you decided on a name?” Mycroft asked.

“Arthur Hamish William Holmes,” You replied with a smile.

“My little Arthur,” Mrs Holmes said happily as she took the boy from Sherlock. “I say that we’re too young to be grandparents."  

"I for one accept my age,” Her husband replied but she just chuckled. After holding Arthur for quite a while, she finally passed your son over to grandfather Holmes.

“Finally a grandchild,” He said. “We knew Mycroft would never have children and we finally gave up hope with Sherlock. Then he met you, Y/N. You both produced a lovely little baby boy. My grandson.” He was full of pride.

“Would you like a hold?” You asked Mycroft.

Sherlock was about to object but his brother did first. “No thank you,” He said. “Babies are not really my forte and I have a good view from here.”

“No I insist.”

“I don’t-”

“Mycroft Holmes, you will take the baby, hold the baby, and enjoy it.” You got out of bed and you took Arthur from Mr Holmes. You then passed him to the child’s uncle. Mycroft was terrified. He was almost shaking. Mycroft was in charge of the whole country (practically) but that was no problem and he was as cool as a cucumber. Give him a child and he will panic.

“I think we should all, with the exception of Mycroft and Y/N, get some coffee,” Mrs Holmes said. “No objections!" They all got up and left. There was no arguing with Mrs Holmes.



Mycroft watched helplessly as you fell asleep. He had hoped to hand Arthur back you but tiredness had took over you. He couldn’t give him to anyone else either. He was stuck. He walked over to the window, which was where Sherlock had stood earlier. Mycroft looked down at the boy. Arthur’s eyes were wide open and he was looking up at his uncle. Mycroft’s expression softened. He began to realise how important this child was to him. He was trusted with little Arthur and he would do anything to protect him. Mycroft was the one who taught Sherlock to not care however the 'iceman’ himself was now making exceptions.



Sherlock entered the room. He saw you asleep in the bed and then saw his older brother looking down at Arthur with admiration in his eyes.

"I may appear harsh,” Mycroft stated. “However, I promise that I will do everything in my power to keep Arthur, you, and Y/N safe.”

“Were you not doing that already?”

“Yes but that was out of 'brotherly compassion.’ Now it is out of… Out of… Love.” Love was a hard word for Mycroft to get out but he did it all the same.

Sherlock chuckled. “I’m flattered.”

“I’m serious.”

“I’m the father. Am I not able to keep my wife and child safe?”

“Yes but what happens when it comes to cases? When you’re getting into other people’s business and you put yourself and them in danger? Or when you’re bored so you get high? Who will be there to pick up the pieces? This isn’t a game, Sherlock! These are people’s lives!”

“I’m a changed man now.”

“I’m trying to help, Sherlock!”

He sighed. “Then thank you. Also, Y/N would like you to be godfather as well as John.”

“Just Y/N?”

“Fine! I guess I think you’d be fit too…”

“Then I am honoured.”


Jared Padalecki x Reader

1000 Words

Story Summary:  Feeling down, Jared surprises the reader.

Author’s Note: So this is for @supernaturalmarvelgirl. I saw your post, and thought this might be needed. Also for any Jared/Sam girl who is feeling a little down. Also I hope it doesn’t suck because I seriously wrote it in about 15 minutes. 

Laying on the couch, you rested your head against your arm, staring at the TV, not really seeing what was playing. Sighing, you curled in tighter, your energy drained, your emotions a roller coaster ride.

Things had been bumpy for a while now. Your fiancee, Jared, worked in Vancouver, while you lived in Austin. Weeks would go by without seeing his smiling face unless it was on your phone, and you wanted nothing more than to have him there with you. To feel his strong arms wrapped around you, to run your fingers through his long, silky locks.

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anonymous asked:

Hey Chris, hopefully this isn't too personal, but would you be willing to do a more detailed post about your diet change? I know that you've answered tons of questions on it, and you're probably tired of getting them, so maybe you could clear everything up in one post? How has it helped your running – faster/slower/energy during workouts? Body wise – weight gain/loss, bloating/digestion, your skin/hair/energy levels/mental clarity? Judgements from others/dealing with the ethical side? etc.

Hi beautiful. I will honestly just answer it here and keep it tagged in my personal posts :) I have been meaning to make this post for a while so here we go:

Throughout the last 2 years I experienced a lot, as we all do…with life and changes. I guess to put it simply– I have been GROWING and changing and figuring things out on my own as we all should!! Change is good! Change is necessary! When I was injured I discovered veganism and I think in many ways it was a manifestation of restricting food groups from my diet while I was injured…I had lost my identity as a “runner” when I was injured…lots of things. I think veganism and seeing the movement gave me a purpose, something else to focus on, something else to identify with. I don’t feel like getting into a huge explanation because, well, there isn’t one. It was what it is. I am a human being. I don’t realize things until looking back on them you know? I fully stand by the ethical side of veganism but I don’t think veganism is the “perfect diet,” nor do I think ANY diet is the perfect diet. I think the “perfect diet” is what makes an individual feel best. I think eating a wide range of whole foods and nutrient-dense foods and doing what makes you feel good is the most important thing at the end of the day, bottom line.

How many people swear by veganism? Or the paleo diet? Or the keto diet? Or a diet that’s entirely organic? And so on and so forth…there are so many “diets.” It leaves my head spinning. People swear by the diet they feel best on but that doesn’t mean it is the diet that everyone feels best on. I know veganism is not a “diet,” it is a lifestyle– with ethics. And I support it and respect it and stand by it…but as always, I am about doing the best we can…not being perfect. We can still do the best we can in terms of being ethical without giving up animal products entirely. We can still do our best to shop ethically, buy ethically, you get the point. I am entirely aware I may get more hate for this.

I was tired of blacking out on every run I was going on a few months ago. My runs kept getting shorter because I literally COULD NOT see without seeing black everywhere. My blood work came back fine– it wasn’t iron, it wasn’t a thyroid issue, etc. Things weren’t adding up. I listened to my gut. Added in everything in terms of food gradually. Is it coincidental that the day I made a change, I have not experienced any brain fog, dizziness, blacking out, bloating, extreme fatigue, dead legs, feeling paralyzed when running, and so on? Maybe, but I haven’t felt any of those symptoms since.

I didn’t feel these symptoms when I was injured because I wasn’t running when I first gave up eating animal products. But the more I ran, the worse it got. The body is more complicated than we can explain. No one has all the answers…not even the most prestigious doctors. In my opinion, the human body is a huge mystery…and there is not a “one size fits all” diet or approach. People respond differently to different things.

And who knows?!?! Maybe a year from now I will be THRIVING on an entirely plant-based diet while running?! WHO KNOWS???? No one knows! We just need to take it day by day. Our bodies change too! Daily! What works for us at one point in our lives may not be the best way for us forever!

No one needs to know your business about your diet except YOU. It is your body, your life, your health, YOUR CHOICES. That is what matters :) You do not need to justify your decisions or choices to anyone!

I am prepared to get some hate for this, that’s ok. I am happy to share this with others if it helps. Hope this answers you anon :)

Eat Your Heart Out [Chapter 6]

Chapter 6 (Final Chapter) of Eat Your Heart Out

Ch1  Ch2  Ch3  Ch4  Ch5

Mini-Series Genre: AU/Smut/Fluff/Angst

The car ride was short but awkward. You, Mark, Jinyoung, Jackson and Jaebum all together. It felt like highschool all over.

“So… Y/N… You and JB again, huh? Just like old times” Jackson asked playfully.

He was always one to make an uncomfortable situation even worse, purely for his own enjoyment.

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Imagine always walking home with Rafael after work

Imagine always walking home with Rafael after work 

“You don’t have to this, Reagan,” Rafael sighed, calling down to you as he came down the steps of the DA’s office to meet you.

“But I actually do, Barbs.” You corrected for the umpteenth time that day yourself, turning in your position at the bottom of the stairs so you could face him, “It’s part of the whole protect and serve thing and you know. My boss told me too,” 

“Still don’t understand why I need a police escort to walk me home,” He commented huffing.

“Might have something to do with those death threats you’ve been getting?” You reminded, “But hey what do I know,”

“From my experience, very little,” He smirked.

“Shall we?” You suggested, giving him a little playful shove forward but ignoring his comment.

“Let’s go” He grinned, walking past you.

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anonymous asked:

Why do you make blogs to hate on one character. Are you that misogynistic? Where's the Sasuke hate group, because no offense, he is one of the shitty characters in Anime. But, people still want to stan his ass. Let girls be stereotypes and still be loved. This is how the hatred towards women spreads. But, hating women who fit the male image. In real life, do you actually hate girls like that? Do you treat them badly?

don’t do that. don’t try to use misogyny as a scapegoat… i don’t hate hinata because she is a woman, i hate her because a detriment to women; to feminism & the representation of such, particularly in a male-dominated and sexist genre:

[a] she is marketed as an object of male gaze.

[b] she is a token of the qualities synonymous with the ‘lesser’ – male-written – female image.
↳ she is portrayed (by s/p especially) as a submissive, timid and obedient housewife, whose only purpose is to care for and serve a man. her entire character revolves solely around said man, and she holds that man – supposedly her husband; an equal – on a pedestal.
…s/p have even gone so far as to introduce ‘kitchen-place’ propaganda, in needlessly convincing viewers that she is a good cook; a property of a ‘perfect bride’. they manipulate this convention whilst simultaneously attempting to persuade them that sakura – a smaller chested, impulsive, verbal woman – can’t cook. yet neither of which are presented in canon. 

so, you want to talk about tackling sexism? i’m battling against the real misogyny in this fandom, in the views held against sakura…
those are misogynistic! that is how “hatred toward women spreads”.

my hatred for hinata and naruhina is, again, because of the misogyny ingrained into its core. (“rewarded”, “deserved”, fandom views, s/p, etc.)

i am an avid feminist. i am a female; i know the struggles of facing actual misogyny as a real, living person. hinata is a fictional character…
“in real life, do you actually hate girls like that?”, “do you treat them badly?”
↳ ha! again, as a feminist and as a female, i treat real-life women with respect, love and decency. i am against the media’s portrayal of that which i have criticised. do you recognise the difference, anon? i mean, i hate breasts being exploited in audience pandering and advertising, but it don’t change the fact i’m still a titty-loving bisexual, anon!

btw, there is a “sasuke hate group”. it’s pretty sizeable, actually. you’re just too busy stalking the blogs of a side character that you’re so far up the ass of to realise that.



Gifs not mine.

A/N: Thank you for the prompt ideas @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch. xxx

Warnings: minor swearing.

The only thing that you needed right now was a hug. But could you get one? No. You had an endless list of places you would rather be. You did not like this forensic conference. Normally, you enjoyed your job but the last few months had been hard. Firstly, you had received a promotion that everyone was dying to get so it was understandable that people would be jealous. However, people gave you dirty looks constantly and you was sure that people were speaking about you behind your back. Some gave you horrible comments to your face. You often worked closely with Molly Hooper however she wasn’t in the meeting. She was on holiday. You had massive amounts of paperwork or just work in general and you often found yourself doing other people’s. You were sick of it.



You were all gathered round a table while your boss was at the front giving the presentation. You longed to be in Sherlock’s arms however you knew that would not happen. He was always to engrossed in his work and often felt like he didn’t need any company. You knew that dating Sherlock would mean that there wasn’t a lot of physical affection but you did want it occasionally. You knew he wouldn’t understand though so you didn’t mention it. He probably wouldn’t listen anyway. Your boss was droning on about work ethic, the new technology that would be used, etcetera. You felt isolated. Apart from your boss, no one else liked you in that room. You missed Molly. She was normally sat next to you keeping you sane. It was killing you.



Time seemed to have slowed down and you found yourself staring at the clock more frequently as you began to become desperate to leave. It appeared that everyone else became bored as well as they brought their attention to you. Like per usual, you began to get glares from them and you could hear whispers when your boss was not paying attention. Normally, you could deal with it but some days it just really hurt. Today was one of those days. You’d bottled it up all day so when the meeting finally ended, you excused yourself from a conversation with your boss and ran to the bathroom where you balled your eyes out. Luckily, no one else was in there to hear you cry. After wiping your tears away, you left. The bad day didn’t end there. Some of the tube lines were closed for maintenance so you got the bus as you knew the Underground would be packed. You waited for the bus but your oyster card had no money on once you finally got on the bus so you ended up walking a long way back to Baker Street. It began to rain and you didn’t bring a coat considering it had been a warm summer day. You hadn’t brought an umbrella either because you’d been so busy that you didn’t see the recent weather warnings. It was rush hour so the streets were jam packed. You shoes were not fit for walking longer distances so your feet were killing you. You just wanted to be home.



Sherlock just glanced over at you before returning to his violin when you walked in. This really annoyed you but you knew it was best not to argue. You dried off and changed in your pyjamas. You walked back into the living room.

You opened your mouth to speak but Sherlock spoke before you did. “No,” He said. “I won’t hug you. I’m too busy.”

You predicted he’d say something like that. “Well it would be nice if you cared for once.”

“I do. I’m just busy.”

“Well you don’t look like it.”

“I am. I don’t always have to hug you when you ask.”

“I never ask!” You exploded. You were letting all of your anger out as rage built up inside you. “It’s just a cuddle and you hardly ever show physical affection! I know you don’t like it much but it would be nice for once. You never take my feelings into consideration anyway! You’re always stuck up your own arse and your work always comes first. My day has been shit but you don’t care! You’ve probably noticed that I’ve come home from work upset for the last three months, because you are Sherlock fucking Holmes, but have you asked me about it? No. Would you listen if I told you? No! But do I listen to all your rants over petty things like John occasionally not listening to you? Yes! I never ask for anything off of you so just a hug would be nice!” You stormed into your shared bedroom before he could reply. You threw yourself down onto the bed and laid on your side. After the events of the today, you needed a rest.



Around ten minutes later, you felt a weight next to you on the bed and arms wrapping around you. The body then pressed itself close to you.

“I’m sorry,” Sherlock mumbled.

You sighed. “Just because I yelled at you-”

“No I’m not hugging you out of sympathy. I want to. I genuinely am sorry.”

“I can’t believe that the famous Sherlock Holmes is apologising.” You smiled.

“Don’t take it for granted.” He sighed. “I do listen to you and I definitely noticed you had been upset. I deduced that your co-workers (with the exception of Molly) had upset you so I went and spoke to them about it. They obviously ignored me. I was going to ask again however I did not want to pry into your business as you scolded me about that beforehand.”

“I’m sorry for yelling.”

“I don’t mind." You fell asleep in his arms peacefully and he fell asleep soon after. You may not be the most perfect couple but who cares about perfection?

Always and Forever.

Request from @melconnor2007: I was thinking something like the reader and Seb had been together for ages, and he was shooting a new film that had a sex scene the reader thought they actually had sex in the scene and didn’t know how it worked, she got upset and wouldn’t speak to seb, and ignored his calls, so he files back home to her, and reassures her and it’s really fluffy at the end, if that makes any sense

Note: Okay so this is the first bit of writing I have done for Sebastian Stan rather than one of his characters so I hope it is alright. I may have got a little carried away with it :)

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Words: 2,869

Disclaimer: I do not know Sebastian Stan in real life so, of course, I don’t know how he would react to ANY situation. This is just my take for a request I was given. Also none of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Originally posted by itsfuckingvampire

A ray of sun broke through the crack in you closed bedroom curtains and immediately it dragged you out of your restful sleep. You had never been a morning person but your distaste at having to crawl out of bed was even worse today. It was a day you had been dreading for two weeks now.

A day that had come by far quicker than you would have liked it to.

“Good morning beautiful.”

You were pulled out of your thoughts as an arm wrapped itself around your waist and pulled you closer to the warm body that had been sleeping next to you. The male whose lips were now so close to yours always did have a way of bringing you out of any negativity you felt. You swore even to this day, three years down the line, that he had some kind of special ability.

No one else had ever made you feel as good as he did…and most important of all he had never misled, hurt, or cheated on you during your time together. He was the epitome of a perfect boyfriend. But then you wouldn’t expect anything less from Sebastian Stan – Hollywood actor.

Millions of girls around the world would kill to have him in their life and yet it was you who had managed to steal his heart.

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Unknown King - part II

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: Here’s part two, although part 1 only got a few notes, I will continue writing this story because I really like it

Word Count: 1.5k +

Part 1


Originally posted by fvckmxk

Two weeks passed, as well as two parties. It was a routine. Friday morning, workers would be getting ready for the night ahead. Decorating, making food and cleaning up for the mayhem that would occur later on that day. Mr. Barnes has invited you to every party. At around noon each Friday, the same butler would come to deliver the creme colored invitation. You almost never went to the parties.

Today, however, is different.

Emma slammed a stack of papers on your desk. She pushed her fringe out of her eyes and smiled, “I’m gonna go to Barnes’ party later on. You coming with?”

You shook your head, “I’m much too busy ”

“With what?” Emma scoffed. “That story on the Pigeon Lady can wait. Barnes has been sending you an invitation every week and you never go to his parties! What does that say?”

You never really thought of it like that. Mr. Barnes probably think that you’re rude for never accepting him invitations. Last week you found out that he only really invites a handful of people. You’re one of those. The rest somehow end up at his place.

“Only for two hours,” You said giving in. Emma smiled and pressed her hands together gleefully. “And no more than four drinks.”

“Finally! I thought you were gonna spend the rest of your life stuck in your small shack.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her cheek. “I’ll park in front of your house so that we can walk over there together. 8:20 okay. Be ready.”

You only brought three dresses with you. One for a casual day, another for the walk of shame and the last one was your most fancy dress that cost you $300. You slipped on your fancy dress and let your hair fall loosely around your shoulders. You finished the final touches on your makeup when a knock rang throughout your house. You got up and walked towards the front door.

You pulled the door open the reveal a clad covered Emma leaning against the threshold in a teal dress. She smiled at you and her eyes widened, “Rookie! You look hot!”

You did a small spin, “You like?”

“I love!” She exclaimed. “Now, c'mon let’s go before the drinks finish!” Emma took your hand and pulled you towards the mansion.

Once you stood in front, you were gawking at the palace before your eyes. You only saw it from the sidelines, never up close. Mr. Barnes is one rich man. You gulped and followed Emma inside. Once you stepped inside, you were overwhelmed with all the beauties the house had to offer. A beautiful crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, bathing the room in the most divine light texture. The bass of the music was felt in your chest. Drinks were shoved into your hand and you stupidly finished it in one swallow. Women and men all danced from here and there. Hanging from the most strange places. Yelling in delight and throwing their heads back lazily.

The outside pool was swarmed with people who were all dancing around the edge. As if playing a game of Who Could Dance Closest To The Edge. Music from all different corners flooded your ears. A live band in one section. A DJ in the pool area and a Jazz band in another. It was all so beautiful. You spun in a circle various times until Emma gripped your shoulders.

“Get it together, Y/L/N,” She said and shoved another drink in your hand.

You nodded and took a sip, “Have you ever met Mr. Barnes?”

Emma shook her head, “No one has!”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Isn’t that strange?”

“Very. But he throws some of the best parties!” She hollered and finished her drink before grabbing a random girl and pulling her to dance. You have been left on the sidelines once again.

Your attention was gripped on your surroundings. Everything was so mesmerizing. Suddenly someone crashed into you. Three cups of colorful liquor spilled on you and your dress. The man apologized but you waved him off. You sighed, regretting the trip over here in the first place. You climbed the steps of the house in search of the bathroom. Each door you came across was locked and you really didn’t want to interrupt.

You opened the doorway just a slight crack and poked your head inside. The room was empty and dimly lit. You stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind you. The commotion was somewhat muffled. You scanned your surroundings and froze when you saw that you weren’t alone. A man, with his back facing you, stood in front of a window. You slowly began to take a step back, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. Your heel slammed against the floor, causing a loud bang! The man whirled around to face you. Your eyes widened.

“I’m so s-sorry, I shouldn’t be here,” You quickly said. “ I was looking for the bathroom.”

“No, no, please. You mean no harm,” He replied gently. “Please, stay.”

You really should have left right then and there, but there was something intriguing about this man. His hair was slicked back but a single strand of hair fell on his face. His complexion looked as if it were carved from the hand of a god. His suit was perfectly tailored. He was like an Adonis in the flesh.

“What happened to your dress?” He asked, turning to close the window he was previously looking out of.

“Oh,” You looked down to the mess that was your fancy dress. “Someone ran into me. It was my fault probably, I should’ve been paying attention.”

“I am so sorry,” he apologized as if it were his fault. “Please, allow me to have a new dress sent over to your place tomorrow.”

Your breath hitched at the words that left his mouth. A new dress? Bought by a stranger you just met? What is happening?

“Oh, no,” You quickly said. “I can’t let you do that. We barely know each other, you’re a stranger and you don’t even know where I live!”

“My apologies,” He looked confused. “I don’t understand. You live right next door, right? I’ve been wanting to introduce myself, but I’ve been much too busy.”

Realization struck hard you like a train, “You’re Mr. Barnes?”

“I am sorry,” He paused. “I thought you knew. I do believe I am not a very good host or neighbor.” He frowned, “I am James Buchanan Barnes. But you may call me James or Bucky.” He extended his hand and you shook it.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” You said.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/N. If you ever need anything, don’t be afraid to come right over and ask.” He assured you.

You were still a bit dumbfounded. You didn’t know what to say. Then suddenly, you remembered all the rumors that you heard. Did you believe them? You weren’t even sure. You didn’t have a reason to. There was no proof and you couldn’t just accuse him of doing something without even meeting the man.

“Likewise, James,” You smiled. “The party is absolutely amazing.”

“Thank you, but I have only been to a handful of my own get-togethers,” He said. Before you said anything else, James spoke up. “I still feel terrible about the dress, at least let me take you out for lunch tomorrow. Have you seen the city, yet?”

“Only on the way to The Report,” You said. “But I can’t let you do that.”

“It’s a neighborly gesture,” He added. “I’d like to get to know you better and I’m sure you have questions yourself.”

“I do,” You admitted.

“Alright, then.” He said. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at around noon.”

Before you said anything, one of the servants walked into the room. He walked towards James and whispered something in his ear. James nodded, “Thank you, Ace. Please, excuse me, Y/N but I must take a very important call.”

“Oh, okay,” You said. “No need to apologize.”

He smiled, “Ace, please escort Y/N to the bathroom and when she wishes to go home, make sure she gets there safely.” He bowed his head slightly, the strand of hair still dancing across his face. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

You nodded and watched as he left the room. Ace led you towards the bathroom. “Can I ask you a question?” You asked the butler.

“What is it, Miss Y/N?” He asked.

“Are the rumors true?” You continued.

“I’m afraid I do not know what you speak of,” Ace frowned. “If you wish for answers, I suggest you get them from Mr. Barnes himself.”

Ace waited outside of the bathroom while you played the conversation you had with James over and over. He was so intriguing, every word that rolled off his tongue left you anticipated. Not to mention, he was extremely handsome and so young as well.

The alcohol that was spilled on your dress was now dry, but you knew it was gonna leave a stain. After splashing cold water on your face, you wiped your hands and opened the door to reveal a patiently waiting Ace.

“I wish to go home now,” You said.

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How To Gain Muscles

Yeah yeah there will be a million articles out there but this is the one which will point out the things others rarely do. 

1. Don’t stress -  You might find it hard to believe but your mental health contributes a damn lot to your physical health and body. Stay away from negative people or those who make you sad. Get out of that bad relationship. After years of ups and down, I’ve seen the difference it makes to your physical body. To give you the latest stat, I gained 11 pounds of muscle in 6 months after cutting off with someone negative which is pretty much the MAX a human body is capable of. I suggest you also take a 15-20 minute break each day during which you should just have some tea (or literally whatever else you like) and listen to calm music and not thing of anything negative.

2. Sleep - Your sleep is as important as your workout, if not more. You workout in the gym but you gain muscles in your bed when you sleep. I try to sleep for atleast 10 hours a night for atleast 5 nights a week. Don’t think much about the numbers, just know that if you gotta wake up early, go to bed early. If not then go to bed at your own pace and just sleep for as long as your body may want. If you don’t do this then simply kiss your muscle gain goodbye, it just wont happen no matter how much you workout at the gym.

3. Diet - As someone who goes to a Uni to study nutrition, I know some shit and I found out 2 ways to gain muscles via your diet. I wont give you any plans to stick to because I dont like those. I don’t want to live everyday calculating around how much I ate and stuff. I am not a professional bodybuilder, I dont want to go through all that everyday so what I did instead was - Calculate how much I actually eat on average per day, then adjust my workout according to what I eat. The normal way of doing this is that you workout and then take a surplus diet. I live alone and am too busy with work to alter my diet and I’m sure many others have the same problem so instead just take an average of how much you eat and adjust your workout amount accordingly. Workout less if you have to because of your diet - you’ll still gain more muscle this way than the other way around. The second thing I want you to do is, eat a bowl of porriage with every meal. I’ve tried many things and I think porriage is the fastest and best thing that works. I don’t take any protein shakes. Porriage is cheap and so is oats and bananas in which I throw in the porriage. That’s all I need with occasional chicken breasts every once a week or maybe once in 2, whenever I feel like going to the shop to buy it.

4. Skip Gym - Yes you heard that right. Pay close attention to how your body is feeling. If you’re still feeling the pain from the other day, don’t workout. Specially, don’t workout the part which hurts. I try to workout every body part 2 times a week. So if my arms are still hurting from the previous day’s workout, I either take an off or workout my legs the next day without putting any load on my arms. I wouldn’t do chest or back either since indirectly your arms are working as well while doing those. I would give priority to proper rest for my body parts over another workout always.

That’s it. That’s all I gotta say, don’t wanna make things much complicated. Just follow these tips and you will gain muscles. 

If you’re somone who dont have the time to go to the gym and still wanna gain muscles, here a thing for you:

Falling In Love In A Coffee Shop

Aaron Burr x Reader

Modern AU

Author(s): Lil Lambie

Words: 1893

Warnings: Kissing, loneliness, fluff idk

Request: (anon) Hey do you think you could right an modern au Aaron burr x reader where burr works at a coffee shop and like that’s the main reason the reader goes there and like idk a cute fluff

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long! I wanted to make this really good! I haven’t been writing a lot lately, so I rewrote this one like ten times. I hope you enjoy. Thank you for requesting!

Day 1

It’s a lonely table by the window.

The coffee shop is full of chatter. Full of words and love. Lipstick stains on coffee mugs. There is everyone and no one here. Everyone is a nobody. Even the woman who sits in a booth of her own, silently sipping her cup, her face plastered with makeup. Struggling writers and playwrights drink their fifth cup, and it’s only two in the afternoon. There is a group of teens, gossiping amongst each other, all while trying to find the perfect selfie angle with their cappuccino. Then are two forever lovers, sharing a booth and a coffee, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Hopelessly blind and in love.

You crease your thumb over the wrinkled paper. The number is barely recognizable now, all of the ink smeared. Now blacking your thumb. You don’t look at the clock because you know you will watch the minutes tick by. You will only count and add the lonely minutes of your life. If you had a dollar for every minute, you would be rich. Rich and alone. You dreamed of living in a cabin in the woods, where there was no judgement or pressure for love. No disappointment.

Solitude sounded nice.

You cursed yourself as you glanced at the clock. Automatically adding the numbers in your head. He was supposed to show up over an hour ago. An hour you could’ve been sitting at home, not feeling bad for yourself, and starting a Netflix binge. An hour not sitting here feeling humiliated.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude, but is there something I can get you?”

You looked up to the voice.

You were met with soft brown eyes, chocolate skin and a warm smile. The barista, adjusted his golden name tag, that read Aaron. He ran his hands over his green apron once, then clicked his pen and put it to his ragged coffee stained notepad.

You blushed, feeling a thousand times more stupid and embarrassed. You crinkled the smeared phone number and stuffed in your pocket.

“No, sorry, I was just leaving.” You slid out of the booth, bumping into him. He took a step back. You hurried to the door but he stopped the door.

“Miss, please, don’t go. It’s pouring outside.” Aaron pleaded.

You looked out the french doors. The rain had increased from a small drizzle to a complete storm. “I love rain.” you said, “I don’t mind it.”

“Let me at least walk you to your car then. I have an umbrella in the back.”

You sighed. “No, really, it’s fine. You have to work anyway.”

Aaron shook his head and ran to the counter and reached over for his umbrella and coat. He threw it on and popped open the umbrella. “Don’t worry, I have someone to stay here.” he held out the umbrella to you. “Where is your car?”

You and Aaron walked in silence down the street. He held it over you, the rain dripping off the edges down his back.

“The point of an umbrella is not getting wet, right?” you laughed at Aaron.

He grinned. “But, ladies are to be treated as royalty. I am but a lowly peasant.” he laughed, pretending to bow.

“Um, my car is just up here.” you pointed to the street around the corner. You and Aaron took shelter under an awning. He was shivering.

“This is it, then?” Aaron asked.

You laughed and shivered. “Yeah. Thank you so much. You really didn’t have to.”

“I’m just glad that you won’t catch a cold.” he smiled.

“Can’t say the same for you.”

He grinned and bowed to you dramatically. “Well, fair lady, it seems we have reached our destination. I unfortunately have a coffee shop to go back to you. Won’t you please order a coffee next time.” he grinned. “Adieu.” you bowed again and gestured like he had a hat to tip. He waved and smiled and turned around, back into the rain.

You frowned and walked back into the rain too. You walked. Past all the cars that weren’t yours. Walked home in the rain, the only warmth you still had with you was his warm smile.

Day 5

Ten a.m. on a Tuesday.  You sat where you had four days previous. Next to the window, at a table for two. You weren’t waiting for anyone though. You didn’t have any expectations. You didn’t order any coffee.

Aaron worked at the counter, giving away a smile and compliment with every order. You felt his eyes on you, when you weren’t looking at him. When he walked by, you watched. He went to each table. Except yours. He gave you shy smiles as he walked around you. You just stared until he looked away. Then you smiled. The lights seemed to shine a little better this morning.

Day 11

The cold from the day in the rain had finally caught up to you. But still, you walked from your apartment to the coffee shop. You coughed and sneezed. You enjoyed the warmth. You admired the way the light shined and the words people spoke to each other. The forever lovers were sat in the same booth, laughing at each other while sharing a gaze full of love.

Aaron only smiled at you.

You stayed for an hour, listening to the sounds of the coffee shop. Enjoying the scene, the people and the warmth.

Day 14

Every morning. You woke up and walked to Burr’s Cafe. You stayed for an hour. You sat by the window. Some glared at you, couples mostly looking for an empty table. The cafe was always busy, and only Aaron ran it. You left after an hour, without having ordered anything. Every night, without fail, you found yourself in the same seat. Admiring the same dark eyes and smile that laid itself on you.

Day 15

It was all falling apart

Day 16

You couldn’t sleep last night. You lived alone. There was a dull pain inside of you when you  heard the lonely ache of the your whitewashed walls. The rooms were without color. The walls without paintings. You only got up to go to the coffee shop. Aaron’s smile was the only thing that made you smile now.

Day 17

You didn’t get out of bed today

Day 18

You couldn’t sleep. You hadn’t slept. You coughed nonstop. You hadn’t showered in days. Old pictures were laid out on your night stand. They were smeared and ripped beyond recognition. They were never dry

Day 23

You cried to yourself saying, “I’m broken.”

It was a mantra.

It was a truth.


Day 30

The rain fell in streams across the window panes. You sat in the chair and looked out the table. You went in the morning. You watched people come and go. You listened to Aaron hum as he did the dishes. You slept. 11 p.m. and the rain still wasn’t giving up. Your back was sore from sitting all day, but you remained.

Aaron walked past you and flipped the wooden sign to Closed. He untied his apron and hung it on the rack.

“24 hour coffee shop.” he laughed.

You looked up to the familiar smile. He placed a red steaming cup in front of you. He sat across from you. “Do they really expect one man to never sleep? I can’t live on coffee forever.” he laughed.

You moaned, not caring that Aaron was there to see you in disarray. You sat up and stared the cup in front of you.

He sipped from his. “Come on, try it. It’s hot chocolate. A gold old cup of coco does wonders.”

“What wonder do I need?” you said, sarcastically.

He smiled. “That is none of my business. I am just the coffee man. Muffin man on weekends too.” Aaron laughed. “I just make muffins all day on Saturdays. Take the day off.”

You laughed half heartedly. “Are you the milk man on Sundays?”

He smirked. “Is that a euphemism?”

“Mayb-” you blushed, “no.” You lifted the cup to your lips. You closed your eyes and drank. It was warm and creamy. It was just right. The chocolate and the flavors danced on your tongue. You swallowed. “Thank you. This is really good.”

“Well I am the milkman.”

“Oh, shut up.” you laughed.

“As you wish.” Aaron waved his hand out to him like he was bowing. He sipped his cup quietly. A few moments passed and you couldn’t stand it.

“Okay! I wasn’t serious!”

Aaron laughed. “Thank goodness. I was just about to tell you about the other man I am.”

You smiled. “And what that might be?”

“The chocolate man.”

You laughed absurdly. You cringed exaggeratedly. “Oh god, you keep getting worse. You could’ve stop at the muffin man!”

“Well you asked.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” you smiled.

You and Aaron stared at each other, smiling between sips.

“I’m glad that you came back.” he said.

“What do you mean?”

He put his cup down. “You know, here. Where else?” he laughed. “I was worried that something had…”

“Worried that something what?” you asked. You already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it. Say that he loved you the way you loved him.

“I was worried that something had happened to you! Okay? I was worried that I had said something wrong or done something wrong. Because you stopped coming and that first day you just didn’t seem like you wanted anything to do with me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The car!” he shouted. “Letting some stranger walk you out to your car in the rain, letting himself get drenched for the sake of a beautiful girl. Letting some stranger walk you out to a car that doesn’t exist. You really didn’t want anything to do with me, did you?”

Aaron was away from the table now. Covering his face. Pulling his hands away to reveal that he was crying. “This is just a coffee shop. I love it here, I love that I get to do this. But when you walked in. When you smiled. It wasn’t just a shop anymore. It felt like home. I always thought that I loved this shop for the customers and the sake of making a good cup of coffee. But that all changed when you came in. It was so cliche and I’m so cliche. It was raining and you were alone. Love at first sight, call it what you will. (Y/N), I love you. I am in love with you. I am in the idea with you. I want to be with you. I want to talk to you. I want to spend the days with you. (Y/N), I want you.”

You began to cry.

Aaron ran to you. “No, please don’t cry. I’ll just leave you alone. We can forget all about this and we don’t ever have to-”

You jumped up and kissed him. You threw your arms around him. His lips were salty and wet. You kissed the tears away. He cried as he held you as he kissed you.

He was warm and perfect. He felt like home. He was home. He was love. He was everything you wanted.

He was your forever love.

  • Poor People: It's difficult to afford food.
  • Tired Argument #1: Just make everything from scratch
  • Person #1: I would love to, but I can't afford food in general, period, notwithstanding the fact that it's more expensive for me to make things from scratch, especially since I live no where near a source that sells the basic ingredients I would need to cook with.
  • Person #2: I'm disabled, I can't physically make everything from scratch, not only is it incredibly dangerous for me to attempt such a thing, but it's physically exhausting and emotionally draining.
  • Person #3: I work too many jobs, and am too busy I do not have enough time in the day to make everything from scratch by myself. My work hours barely allow for me to sleep.
  • Person #4: lmao, my EBT card doesn't cover basic ingredients, because the politicians in my state thought vegetables were too luxurious for me.
  • Tired Argument #2: You just aren't putting enough effort into it, make long trips, spend more time researching food prices, find the cheapest source. Do extreme couponing, like in that show. You just need to put your time and effort in.
  • Person's #1-4: Did you even read what we wrote?
  • Tired Argument #3: You just want to eat unhealthy
  • Person's #1-4: What the fuck are you talking about
  • And Repeat back to Tired Argument #1: Make everything from scratch.
Hurtful Honesty (Part 1)

A/N: Warning - there is mention of death and it can be a really sensitive topic. Please, do not read if you will find it disturbing and uncomfortable.

Being framed for a crime is terrifying, but being forgotten as a friend is far worse. Ever since the death of Jane, Jinyoung began to affiliate with the group of friends her brother frequents with. It used to be just the three of us, but I guess it’s true that death can do us apart even in friendship.

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Prompt: Clash of social classes in which Luhan is poor

Genre: ??? I actually have no idea how to categorize this. Mild angst? Idek

Word Count: 1987

The first time you saw him, you had to do a double take.

Yeah, he had some dirt and grime smudged into his skin, clothes that had seen better days, and his hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in a while, but he was still cute. In fact, you didn’t look back at him because of his clothing status, or hair; there were plenty of other people on the streets like that. You looked back because he was handsome, and it wasn’t until you took the second glance that you noticed his ragged appearance. And putting both observations together caused confusion, or was it intrigue?

Whatever it was, it made you slow down because you began to stare.

He noticed.

You quickly looked forward again and began walking to the subway entrance a little bit faster, failing to see him duck his head to stare back at the ground as soon as your eyes met.

Every day, when you walked to the subway to go home, he was there, sitting against an old building, sometimes singing, and always a tin can for charity change which sat in front of him. Beside him, there lay an old, yet reliable backpack with rationed food, water bottles, a blanket, a jacket, and the money he received from yesterday.

Every day you’d pass by him, and every day the two of you would make fleeting eye contact.

It wasn’t until one day, a month later, that you got off work early and stopped to listen to him sing. He had his eyes closed, and he was leaning back with his hand folded over his chest. If he wasn’t singing, you’d think he was sleeping.

His voice was sweet and captivating and when he held out his last note, you found yourself wishing the song didn’t end.

He opened his eyes and looked up at you.

You startled back a step, blinking a few times, before clearing your throat and pulling out the first bill in your bag that your fingers felt to drop it into the can.

“You have a really nice voice,” you said with a friendly smile.

“Thanks. That took a while to say hello, though, not gonna lie.” He grinned back.

“Well…yeah, yeah it was. What’s your name?”

“Luhan. Yours?”

“Can I treat you to some coffee?”

It had been a couple weeks since you made acquaintances with Luhan, and every day on your way home, you would greet each other and whatever spare change you had was dropped into his can with soft, metallic clanking. Now you wanted to treat him to some coffee, spend a little free time together. He was cool.

“I don’t want to bother you with-”

“Nah, don’t worry about it, Luhan. I wanna hang out with you. Tell me a story or something.”

“Well…I guess, yeah. Sure. Thanks.”

“So where did you go yesterday?” You asked as he sipped his cup. “I didn’t see you at your spot.”

“I was at a hotel.”

“A hotel? Why?”

“To wash up. Once I save enough money, I can get a proper bed, a warm shower, TV, room service, though I rarely order it. I only get it if I really have enough.”

“So you only get to shower once every week or so?”

He took a long draw from the steaming cup before answering. “Warm shower,” he corrected. “I wash up whenever I can, and I take the little shampoo things from the rooms. But I go if I have enough. That’s after making sure I have enough to feed myself and get water and other essentials. Sometimes it’s choosing between a blanket or a bed. Winter can get pretty harsh, but people tend to be more generous around Christmas time. Sometimes I get enough to stay at a hotel for two days. Summer is the worst though. It’s hot and you’re all sweaty and gross and that just adds more negative appeal to your appearance.” He took another gulp.

You sat there, watching the steam rise and curl from your coffee, letting his words sink in.

“So you really are homeless?”

He chuckled. “Believe me. If I had a place to settle down, I would.”

“How long have you lived like this?”

“Hmmm…a couple years? I moved from my old spot because some of the guys there were getting troublesome and I like my face.”

“It’s a good face.”

“You know it,” he replied with a smirk. “But just so you don’t get the wrong idea,” his face grew serious again, “I don’t sit against that wall all day begging for money. It’s humiliating, honestly. Anyone who begs has to stuff down and even destroy whatever pride they have in themselves to ask strangers for money, and all we can be is thankful because without their charity…well, too bad the world revolves around wealth.”

“Would it…would it be too much to ask what happened?”

He shook his head. “Nah…not really. A lot of people actually have the same or similar stories.” He downed the last of his coffee and took a bite of the pastry you bought him. “Basically what happened was I made a bad investment at the worst time. I loaned my friend a good bit of money to help support him in his business that he wanted to start, and it had a good future if it wasn’t for the city’s economic downturn four years ago. His business was crushed, he couldn’t pay me back, a bunch of people like myself got laid off, I couldn’t pay for my bills or my home, and eventually I had to move out to the streets.”

“I’m so sorry that happened.”

“Yeah, I am too, but right now, the best I can do is just get by and save money as best as I can.” He took another bite and chewed slowly, staring at a spot on the table. “It’s funny,” he said after he swallowed, “most people who are homeless don’t actually live on the streets. Even I don’t stay out here for too long. I usually crash at a friend’s house, like most, but I felt bad for mooching all the time so I’m just…enjoying the fresh air…I actually know quite a few kids who are homeless too.”


“Mhmm. If parents lose their jobs, their homes, so do their kids. The sad thing is, since most places require a solid bank account and address and stuff, it’s really hard to get back on your feet once it’s gone. Believe me, not all of us are junkies or alcoholics. A lot of us are trying to get a home, a job, our lives back. Even people who work can be homeless too. I’m working, but housing can get really expensive in the cities so I’m saving as much as I can for a small apartment at least…sorry, I’m rambling.” He took another bite.

“No, it’s fine. It's…a bit of a perception change.”


“So what do you do.”

“Ambitiously washing dishes. My shift ends about half an hour before you pass by and then I sing a little sometimes, it helps.”

You finished your coffee. Here was this pleasant, friendly person with a nice sense of humor and a good heart, working as best as he could and still barely scraping by each day. A world revolving around money instead of character. And here you were working a solid job with great pay, with a huge inheritance from your family, and living in the penthouse suite of the chain of apartments your family also owned.

“Hey, Luhan?”


“I uh…my family actually owns quite a few apartment complexes, condos and such. I can see if we can give you an address to keep, I’m sure we can, and you can pay it off when you can and I can help you if you want. Please let me help you.”

He stared at you, wide-eyed and still processing. It took a few moments to for him to clear his throat to reply. His eyes hardened with cautious defense.

“Look, don’t take this the wrong way but homeless people can disappear easily and pretty much no one would notice. How do I know you aren’t gonna, I dunno, sell me or something. I don’t even know who you really are.

This startled you. “O-oh. Well, I…damn, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t think of how weird it might be for you but I, uh…”

You pulled out your phone and typed your family name into the search engine. You started laughing, unable to believe you were actually looking yourself up.

“Here. I know this is super weird and stuff but this is really me. I just, I just really want to help a friend out.”

He stared.

“What the fuck? You're…you’re rich? Like rich, rich! How-what?”

“I really-”

“No. Hold up. You’re super rich like, really fucking rich?”

“My family is. I still work.”

“But you-what are you, some billionaire philanthropist? What are you doing just talking with me over a cup of coffee? Shouldn’t you be living in some CEO penthouse suite for the rest of your life? Why do you use the subway? The fuck?!”

“My parents raised me to earn my money. My family is rich but I’m not so different from regular people either, and I guess I just got used to taking the subway. Seriously though, I…I wanna help you out.”

He chewed on his lip, turning the whole situation over in his mind.

“But I-I don’t have enough…well, enough anything to pay you back. Why would you-”

“Please. Don’t worry about it. Think of it like…like I’m making an investment. As long as you work hard.”

“You’re serious?”


“This isn’t some sort of joke, you’re actually gonna help?”

“Yes, I am. It’s just not fair for you, for anyone.”

He looked down. “The world isn’t fair, but damn.” He looked you in the eyes, his emotions swimming and you could tell he was forcing himself not to cry. “Thank you. Thank you so much. It’s been so hard when almost everyone passes by you without looking, and when they do it’s with pity or contempt or disgust. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I really don’t know how to thank-” His voice broke and he began sobbing, biting back the sounds that wanted to escape from his throat. He just hid his face in his hands, as his shoulders shook with the weight of life being lifted off, even if it was just a little.

You had invited him to your penthouse suite for a warm dinner and a nice shower and the spare bed while everything got sorted out.

You changed into something more comfortable and when you left your bedroom, you found him standing close to the window wall. He looked down, watching the night lights of the city, the moving life so far beneath him.

“It’s beautiful,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” you stood next to him and looked down. “Yeah, it is.” Seeing the city from so far up in his point of view, his view that was always on the stained concrete, it really was very beautiful.

“Maybe that’s why so many people in this position are ruthless, thinking they’re better than the rest of us,” he whispered mostly to himself. “They’re just so used to looking down on everyone. And everyone seems to have to look down on someone else to feel better about themselves…isn’t it sad?”

You could only nod and you stared at the breathing lights below.

“Thank you for not being that kind of person, and don’t let the fleeting image of money or power cloud your kindness. Because anyone. Anyone can become homeless. Who are we to put our security in bits of paper and the intangible concept of ownership. All our stuff will go to someone else sooner or later, so why should it matter so much?”

  • Me: *yawns* boy am I tired. I think I should go to be-
  • Uterus: *In Mushu voice* I LLLLIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
  • Me: Oh, hell no not now...
  • Me: No.. God please no... can't this wait until morning.. or never. Never would be nice.
  • Uterus: TIME TO OPEN THE GATES TO HELLL!!!! *begins spouting blood violently and stabbing the inside of my body with a hot poker*
  • Me: *single man tear* I. Just. Wanted. To. Sleep. *curls up into a ball and awaits death*
Dream pt 3

Hi! Love your stories! I have a newt request if you fancy it? The reader is marrying a man she doesn’t love (arranged marriage or she doesn’t remember newt because she was oblivated) but newt is in love with her and she with him. He asks her not to go through with it and kisses her, they end up sleeping together then Newt asks her to come away with him and travel instead and she agrees

Part 1  Part 2

Tags- @danilovesstuff @i-ship-it-ironically

It’s a tad short so sorry but I hope you enjoy!

“Newt! What in the name of Deliverance Dane were you thinking!?” Tina whisper-yells at Newt. 

You wince at the sharpness in her tone. You didn’t blame her for being mad, and she probably could have lived the rest of her life without seeing you and Newt naked in the case. You knew what you did with Newt was wrong but, something about him seems so familiar.  

“Here honey” Queenie says holding out some spare clothes and a mug of cocoa in her hands. 

“Thank you Queenie” you mumble. You put on the clothes and sit back down on the bed. You can hear Newt and Tina arguing outside Newt’s shed. 

“Queenie, do you think what I did was a horrible thing?” you ask. 

“Well, you two did have a real special connection.” She says, “But, you are engaged” she continues. 

You put your face in your hands. 

“I know, I know” you murmur. You stand up and start walking towards the door. 

“Where are you going honey?” Queenie asks. 

“I’m going to walk around the case, maybe something will jog my memory” you answer. 

You slip by Newt and Tina who were still deep in conversation. You walked over to some tree, green stick creatures were on the tree. One perked up when it saw you and started crawling over to you. 

“Why hello there” you say to the little creature who was now on your hand. You stared at it for a while, making some light small talk. 

“Well you better go back to your tree little one” you tell it.

You move your hand towards the tree but the creature scampers up your arm and sits on your shoulder. 

“Oh alright. You can stay with me” you say. 

You hear chirping coming from across the tree. A nest lays parallel. You walk and peer into the nest. Little blue dragon beasts curled up like a spring were chirping at you. You cupped your hands and placed them down next to one of the creatures. It slithered into your hand and looks at you. You bring it closer to your face and smile while it keeps chirping at you. 

You wanted to pet it but something in the back of your mind said no. You didn’t know why but you listened to your head and set the little creature down. A shiny glint caught your eye. Curious, you walked over to discover what was causing the light. You were met with a chubby mole, platypus looking thing. You let out a tiny squeal, 

“Aren’t you just the cutest” you gush. 

You held out your hands and the creature jumped into your hands. You brought it to your chest and started scratching its belly. The beasts started pawing at the necklace chain you had. 

“Careful y/n, he may look adorable but he’s a little bugger” Newt says. 

You look up and see Newt leaning against the little guys habitat. 

“What is this thing?” you ask, still petting him. 

“He’s my Niffler. Nasty little pest” Newt replies. Newt holds out his hands for the niffler but the niffler just stares at him before turning back to you. 

“They really love you Y/n” Newt says. 

“I guess they do” you answer. You hear a tiny noise and look to your shoulder. The green creature sits happily. 

“You found my bowtruckles I see, Finn still remembers you” Newt observes. You give him a confused look. 

“Oh right, um before you lost your memory you made quite the impact on my creatures.” Newt says sadly. 

You stay silent, you wanted what you used to have with Newt but you just didn’t remember what that was. You could see he really cared for you. 

“I feel like I already know all of them” you admit, “This place, it’s like another home” Newt meets your gaze. 

“You know y/n, my animals could really use another parent” Newt confesses. 

“What?” you ask. 

“Come with me. We could go to England. They don’t have the same rules about muggles like here” Newt pleads. 

“W-what? Newt, My life is here. My things, my fiance for gods sake” you exclaim. 

“We can get your things, I-I need you y/n. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel anything last night. I am so in love with you. I won’t lose you again.” Newt says. 

You stand there in confusion. You didn’t have a job, your family didn’t live here but, Jason. You still had a life with him. 

“Newt, I love you I truly do but, I can’t just ditch my fiance the day before our wedding. I mean, I know he’s busy a lot but…I still love him too” you admit. Newt’s face fell, the tiny hope he had vanished. 

“You’re right, it was a stupid Idea anyway” he says sadly. 

He turns and starts to walk away. You felt torn. You could go home, get married to a man who doesn’t pay any attention to you or you could run away with a man you forgot about but you slept together and you felt some sort of connection. 

“Newt wait” You call out. He stops and turns around. 

“I-I’ll go with you” you say. 

Newt starts walking closer, “You will?” he asks. 

“Ill go to England with you” you repeat. 

A smile appears on his face, he runs to hug you but you stop him. 

“Newt! Niffler!” you say looking at the ball of fur in your arms. 

“Oh right sorry” Newt takes the niffler and puts him back in his burrow. He takes Finn off your shoulder and places him on his tree. 

“Now” Newt pulls you into a hug. 

“Oh how I love you y/n” he says. 

“I love you too Newt, I don’t need the past memories. I know now that I love you so much” you confess. 

Newt crashes his lips onto yours. You melted into his kiss and place your hands on the back of his neck. 

“But Newt, how are we supposed to get past MACUSA?” you ask. 

“We’ll find away, I promise” He reassures you. 

“I can’t believe I’m running away from my wedding with a wizard with a magical suitcase because it’s against magical law” you mumble to yourself. 

“Yeah but you love me” Newt jokes. He takes your hand and you start walking over to Tina and Queenie. 

“Are you ready to get yelled at by Tina?” you tease still holding on tight to Newt’s hand. 

“As long as I get to stay with you, I’ll take a million scoldings” Newt says dramatically. 

“How cliche” you say.

 Newt rolls his eyes and walks over to Tina. It might have been cliche but at this point, you could care less. You were together again and that’s all that mattered. 

This was so cringy I’m sorry. But this is the end of the Dream series. Hope yall liked it.