i am never leaving this cat again

anonymous asked:

I am once again rereading YUTS and as I got through the sports festival I realized we never did find out if Aizawa noticed Mika leave. Did he notice before catching Izuku leaving her with Todoroki? And was he as thoroughly charmed by her as his students were?

I guess I’ll admit to that being a minor plot hole. I can’t really explain it myself. Maybe he saw her with AllMight and figured that Izuku was crowdsourcing his catsitting needs.

And Aizawa is always charmed by cats.


Hi everybody! Merry Christmas! Here’s the older!Damian oneshot, as promised - but no picture this time, because I didn’t want to steal anyone’s artwork. Enjoy!

AU where older!Damian (17 or so) is the leader of the YJ team as Robin. Note: Not at all medically accurate; this is not how concussions work and u should go to the hospital if you find yourself with one.

Your head was buzzing, but the ice-pack you held against it was infinitely soothing. And with each member of the team who came through the Zeta tubes, another weight lifted off your chest. You took a breath and lifted your feet onto the bench. This mission hadn’t been a total failure, but any mission that ended with getting chased by angry hyenas couldn’t exactly count as a complete success, either. 

The Zeta buzzed again, but you didn’t need the readout of his designation to know it was Damian. 

“Where is she?” There was no break in his stride, even as he materialized into the Watchtower from the Gotham docks where you’d all run afoul of Harley Quinn’s pets.

Lazily, you lifted a hand. “I’m here, Robin.” Groaning, you got to your feet and swayed a little. 

Quickly, Damian crossed the room to you, and cupped your face in both hands. “Are you hurt, my love?” His eyes, bright with worry, scanned over your face. 

You smiled sleepily, and reached a hand up to touch his cheek. “I’m good, Dami. It was my fault.”

He clicked his tongue. “What was? Are you hurt?” He ran his thumbs over your cheekbones, and you let a lazy smile bloom over your face.

“I…might’ve gotten knocked on the head? I think.” You nodded, jarring your aching eyes. “Yeah, I fell just before we got to the booth, remember?”

He stepped back, ears going pink. Uh-oh. There was no surer way to tell if he was upset than looking at his ears. Pink was definitely not a good sign. Hastily, you stood and put one hand on his shoulder.

 “Dami, I’m okay,” you insisted. The world swam around you. You steadied yourself against him and found his face again. “Seriously. I just have to sleep it off, and besides, isn’t this what I signed up for?”

His nostrils flared, and he huffed, arms crossed over his chest. “It still isn’t -”

“And didn’t we win? We got the bad guys!”

“Some of them,” he muttered. Gingerly, be brushed his fingers over the goose-egg on your forehead. You hissed and pulled away; a wave of dizziness threatened to topple you to the floor. 

“I gotta sleep,” you mumbled. “Help me out, babe?”

The lines of his face softened, transforming his stern, ‘I-am-the-fearless-son-of-batman-” face to the face of your sweet, caring boyfriend. He dipped his head. “Of course, my love. Let’s get you to med bay.”

A few days of rest and a lot of ice cream later, you stood in the briefing room once again, watching with pride as Damian paced back and forth, explaining this new mission. His back was straight, his expression calm and commanding, even with his eye mask on. You bit your lip to keep from smiling like an idiot. God, you loved this boy so much. 

So much, in fact, that you weren’t even listening. Which, if he knew, he’d totally kick your ass for. Your ears caught a shred of sound that followed your name, and you forced yourself to listen closer.

“ - will stay behind and monitor from the Watchtower.” 

Wait. What?

His gaze flicked over the assembled team, searching faces. “Any questions?”

Believe it, buddy, you thought venomously. But you’d wait - it wasn’t fair to cause a scene in front of everyone. The rest of the team stayed silent. 

Damian nodded, short and sharp. “Good. Dismissed. We leave immediately.”

 As everyone filed forward to the Zeta tube, you caught Damian by the arm. “Dami, what the hell?” you hissed. “Is this about my concussion? I’m fine -”

“It’s not about that, Y/N,” he said curtly, and pulled his arm away. “I can’t see you get hurt again.” 

“How do you think I feel?” You stomped one foot. “I’m part of this team, Damian. You can’t just forbid me from -”

“Can’t I?” He arched one eyebrow. “Am I not the leader of this team? I’ve given you an order, Y/N. Follow it.” He turned to go, then stopped and considered you, spitting speechless fury. He leaned forward and pressed a tiny kiss on your forehead. “Goodbye, my love.”

Always one for dramatic exits, he stepped into the Zeta beam with a flash of light, leaving you alone and infuriated on the deck of the Watchtower. You stepped into the beam after him, but it faded to nothing, even when you yelled out your designation and stomped your foot. Dammit. He’d locked it somehow. “You arrogant pig!” you screamed after him. A stream of blistering curses followed; you didn’t  realize you’d been so loud until Captain Marvel cleared his throat behind you, looking both scandalized and embarrassed.

“Sorry, Billy,” you sighed. “I just really hate being left behind.” 

“Me too,” he said sympathetically. He was in his adult ‘captain marvel’ form, but you couldn’t see him as anything but a kid. His mannerisms, the way he spoke - they were too young for the body he wore.

“Hey,” he said, “I can help you monitor if you want. Red Tornado and I team up for it sometimes. I make pretty good popcorn.”

Your first instinct, of course, was to say no - to continue nursing your anger, to give the son of a bitch you called your boyfriend a sound thrashing when he came home. But Billy was so open and friendly - and technically, you had been ordered to monitor the team and alert them to any dangers they couldn’t see over comms. 

You sighed. “Sure, Billy. As long as there’s popcorn.”

You hadn’t really believed, when you’d first come to live here, that something you couldn’t even see from the ground could be so big. In just the Team’s section, there was the briefing room, a training arena, showers, dormitories (usually fairly empty) and a library. Even though, by now, you’d seen almost all of it, the library was still your favorite. 

Whoever had designed it had taken it for granted that people who came there would want to read comfortably, and so every surface not covered with books was littered with soft chairs - even the radiation-treated window that looked onto the Earth below. And there you sat, today, with your knees up to your chest and no book in your hand. Your throat stung, and you didn’t look away from the view of the moon when Damian sat down beside you. You couldn’t be certain, of course, but you had a sneaking suspicion his father had sent him in here.

“You better be here to apologize,” you muttered, and crossed your arms tight over your chest.

He’d come into the room with his head ducked and shoulders slumping - but now he straightened, mouth pressing into a thin line. “I should apologize for keeping you safe?” he snapped. 

Your lips twitched, and a growl rumbled in your throat. “Watch it.”

He huffed out a sigh and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Alright, fine. Yes. I’m here to apologize.”

“And?” You raised one eyebrow, arms still crossed.

“And…” he ground out the words like it was painful to say them. “And it was wrong of me to leave you behind without consulting you first. I am sorry.”

Your heart softened, but you didn’t let it show. “Promise to never do it again?”

His eyes flashed, and he sprang forward. “I - fine. I promise.”

You weren’t exactly done being mad yet, but you relaxed a little. Went from ‘hell hath no fury’ to ‘grumpy cat.’ You turned in your seat and faced him. 

“Damian, I love you,” you said, and reached out one hand to his. 

The corner of his lip twitched; he slumped forward in his seat. “I know. I love you too.”

“If it scared you that much to see me in the field, I would’ve waited.” Your voice came out much softer than you’d intended - there was supposed to be reproach in that statement, but there was none. 

He looked up and met your eyes. “You…you would’ve…”

“Waited,” you said firmly. “All you had to do was ask, dummy. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I hate being told what to do.”

He snorted. “Yes, I had noticed that.”

You stood up and moved across to sit beside him, and leaned on his shoulder. “Fight over?” you asked.

He smiled crookedly and wrapped one arm around you. “What fight?”

There were probably a thousand ways that you could’ve been interrupted right then. But none of them happened, and you sat in comfortable silence with him, watching the moon rise over the earth.

Don’t Bother

i feel like once Cat Noir (Adrien) finds out that Marinette is “friends” with Ladybug he’ll start harassing her at random times in the middle of the night to see if Ladybug just so happens to be in her room and annoy the hell out of her hahahaha

She swears that if he does it again, she’ll break his arm.

Puffing out her cheeks, Marinette goes to her window only to find the most annoying stray cat sitting on her windowsill. He’s staring at her with that obnoxiously stupid grin that she can’t help but roll her eyes at. He knocks his knuckles against her window once more – which explains the annoying sound she’s been hearing up until this point – and the glint in his eyes tells her he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

Sighing, she pushes up her window in one swift movement, and before she is able to yell out her complaints, Cat Noir is already slipping his body past her into her bedroom.

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Title: The Day She Saw The Black Cat / Hogwarts!AU

Summary: When Marinette is being followed by a black cat, three days after coming back to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she doesn’t know yet that this cat will probably change her life forever.

Note: Finally I’ve been able to write this. Thought about this story a long time and wanted to write it down ever since I got the idea for a crossover between Miraculous Ladybug and Harry Potter. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for reading! :)

You can also read it here on ao3

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for sebastiel

“Fuck!!” Dean screamed as once again he sneezed. This was the tenth time he had sneezed in the last half hour. The cats had to go. “Cas!!" 

Castiel came around the corner, one of the offending animals in question in his arms. "Yes, Dean?” he asked with a smile. Dean wanted to wipe that innocent smile off of his face, but at the same time, Castiel’s smiles made him weak in the knees. 

It was highly inconvenient. 

“Cas… Look, I know you love your cats, but-” Another sneeze. “I can’t-” Sneeze number twelve. “Dammit!" 

The smile faded and the cat meowed, as if it were apologizing. When Dean looked to Castiel again, he looked sad. They didn’t need to say that the cats had to go, it was clearly apparent. "Oh…” Cas lamented. 

“Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I just-” He paused. If one more sneeze came out of his body he would pack his bags and live in the car. 

Castiel clutched the cat - Dean was debating on if that one was Muffin or Bella, he couldn’t keep it straight - to his chest a little tighter. He looked afraid, as if he feared Dean would rip the animal away from him and throw it outside. Dean had to admit, he was half tempted; if the beast hadn’t had claws the size of steak knives, he would have. And if it wouldn’t have upset Cas, but it would, so he refrained. 

“Cas, they’re killin’ me. I can’t breathe, I can’t-” Sneeze number thirteen. “Fucking damn these cats! It’d be better if you didn’t have like ten of ‘em!" 

"Dean, they’re my friends,” Castiel whined. “I love them." 

"Do you love them more than me?” he demanded angrily. Maybe that hadn’t been the wisest question. 

“Dean, that isn’t fair,” Castiel said, staring down at the cat in his arms (Muffin? Sassy? Bella? God, which one was it?!). 

“Cas, I know you love cats, and you have this compulsion to take them all home with you, but we just can’t. I am allergic to cats, and it’s killing me. Can’t we get a goldfish?” Dean sighed. He sounded so stuffy and awful. Eyes red, puffy, and itchy. He looked like death warmed over, and yet Cas insisted on keeping all ten of his cats, who happened to have prime real estate in their bed. 

He hated that most of all. 

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anonymous asked:

gom+kagami+kiyoshi find bruises on there gf?

I had to admit… this one was fun to write… please don’t kill me

On completely similar topic, this one is really long to read though..

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New Hunter

Imagine learning that Sam and Dean were hunters and wanting to become one yourself. Dean tries to teach you, but he’s worried about you getting hurt. Feeling bad about it, Sam takes you on your first hunt but things go horribly wrong and Dean has to think quick.

  • Dean x Reader | Sam | Castiel (mentioned)
  • 1228 Words
  • Warnings: Judge it by the gifs.

Nothing could have prepared you for this. This was an absolute nightmare. To see Sam, hands bound behind his back, that gnarly gash on his forehead, it was traumatizing enough without the memory of your own beating.

You felt your eye start to close itself shut and you were sure that you had a loose tooth wiggling around, though it was honestly hard to tell through all the iron building up inside your mouth.

The door to the basement opened and you feared the worst. That woman, the blonde, she’d descend the stairs as slowly as possible, putting you and Sam on edge as she tried to think of what she could do next.

With no idea as to what the woman wanted, you and Sam had no choice but to sit back and take it. Sam tried countless times to have you freed, knowing his older brother would shoot him dead if he ever found out you were captured and tied up in a basement with no contact whatsoever.

When she appeared in the doorway, there was a triumphant smirk across her lips that sent a shiver down your spine. You felt the snot oozing out of your nose and the tears mixing in, not a great combination with the liquid iron in your mouth.

She grabbed something to her side and pulled a figure into the view. You and Sam gasped at the same time, realizing you knew this figure to be Dean. His hands were bound in the same chains that bound yours and Sam’s, his hair was a mess and his nose was pouring blood.

Your heart was racing against your chest, making it more difficult to breath, to keep still. The tears you nearly had under control were now trickling down your cheeks again. Dean was your last hope until now.

Dean was on the second step when the woman winked at you and shoved the man down the last ten steps. There were a lot of cracks and groans and maybe even a cry as Dean hit the concrete below with another sickening crunch.

“Dean!” You cried out, not able to stop yourself or the thrashing that came out of you next.

Dean looked up with his eye now forming a black ring around it. He winked with his good eye, a small hint of a smirk playing on his lips that told you he had a plan, but you weren’t so sure. How could he have a plan like this? He wasn’t supposed to know where you or Sam were.

“Ahhh. Is this the girlfriend?” The woman’s voice was high-pitched and very annoying. Every time she opened her mouth you expected a mirror to break.

When no one answered, she finished walking down the stairs and picked Dean up by his ear. You had to turn away in case anything started tearing.

“Listen,” she tossed Dean in the chair between you and Sam and chained his feet to the ground. The chains looked too tight for Dean’s ankles and his eye looked like it might start closing on its own any second. “I don’t actually like doing any of this, but now that I have all three of you here, I might as well get to the point.”

Her blonde hair was tucked so neatly into a bun, you wondered how she was able to think. Her face reminded you of a wicked witch and her outfit, well that was too much like an office woman and not a human who beats up people.

You sneak a glance at Dean. He’s looking right at you, his lips parted so he could breath and his hands before him in his lap were opening and closing, like he might be trying to get the feeling back. It hurt, knowing this was all your fault.

“Get to it then.” Sam growled from his chair. You could barely see him, his chair sitting just a few inches in front of Dean’s. His jaw was clenched and his eye was twitching from his nerves. He was ready to taste blood.

The woman cackled, proving your wicked witch theory further, and she shook her head. “You Winchesters crack me up, you know?” She stepped in front of Sam. “Always ready for a fight. But I don’t know who this one is.” She straightened up and looked over at you. “She’s obviously new to the hunting scene, am I right? She hardly knew how to defend herself.”

“Leave her out of this.” Dean hissed, bringing her attention on him. She laughed again, this time sounding like a broken cat.

“She is the girlfriend.” She smirked. “Or secret lover? Either way, it’s a shame you won’t make it together.”

This was the dark place Dean told you about. This was why he never wanted you to hunt. He always told you there were terrors in this world that you could never understand. It wasn’t the werewolves, the demons, the ghosts. He was talking about everyday normal humans with the equipment to ruin your life and a hell of a lot of time on their hands.

This was that dark place Dean dreaded. Give him a vampire any time—as long as it was a supernatural creature with the ability to heal itself.

You wanted nothing more than to go back two days and tell Sam this was all a bad idea. He was only trying to help, wanting to take you on a small hunting trip so you would know what to do. Dean was slow about training you, slow about bringing you on the field with him, but Sam wasn’t and that was the problem.

The other problem was that Dean found out and followed you two, getting himself caught in the process. He was the one, the only, that could potentially save the two of you before anything really bad happened. Not anymore.

“I’m going to give you three some time alone.” She smiled calmly then, a scary sort of calm that made your insides crawl. She turned on her heel and ascended the stairs, slamming the metal door shut behind her.


None of you spoke for several minutes. You were afraid she was listening in, though that was crazy since this room was built to be soundproof.

The only sounds you could hear was their breathing and somewhere behind you there was water hitting the floor, telling you there was some kind of leak.

Finally, Dean broke the silence. “How could you.”

His words were directed at Sam, who was clearly trying to think of a way to get out of it. You could almost hear his brain working away two chairs over. “Dude, she was ready.”

“She’s not ready!” Dean snapped, turning his head to look at you. “Baby, look at me.”

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

Dean sighed. “Castiel told me. He should be upstairs right now, taking them out. I was a distraction in case they knew how to ward the place but they’re just people.”

“We were careless.” Sam admitted.

You raise your head and look over at the younger Winchester. “Had our backs turned when we were caught.” He dropped his head.

The door flung open once more, catching you off guard. You gasped, peering up in the doorway, scared of what you might see until you saw the glow.


I’m here now

Supercat little drabble that takes place at the end of 1x13. Cat comforts Kara/Supergirl. Any mistakes are mine.

Cat Grant looked at her computer’s screen a couple of times. One blink, then two. Nothing. She was worn down.The idiots in the art department…

Oh, but if she had to be honest, -which she never would be because what was the point?- she’d admit she was worried about Kara. She knew it wasn’t her a few hours ago and by the terrified faces of her two loyal puppies and their constant absence, she could feel things were messed up.

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Jurassic World Starters
  • Someone has to stay behind.
  • Uh, I have a boyfriend.
  • You created a monster!
  • Monster is a relative term.
  • To a canary, a cat is a monster.
  • We're just used to being the cat.
  • So, you can pick up their scent can't you?
  • Track their the foot prints.
  • I was with the Navy. Not the Navajo.
  • Hey, don't give me that shit.
  • Can we stay with you?
  • I am never leaving you again!
  • Watch your six!
  • So the paddock is quite safe then...
  • We have the best structural engineers in the world.
  • The key to a happy life is to accept you are never actually in control.
  • You might have made them in a test tube, but they don't know that.
  • These animals are thinking, "I gotta eat. I gotta hunt. I gotta..."
  • You can relate to at least one of those things. Right?
  • It's all about control with you.
  • It's a relationship.
  • It's based on mutual respect.
  • That's why you and I never had a second date
  • I never wanted a second date.
  • Who prints out an itinerary for a night out?
  • I'm an organized person.
  • What kind of diet doesn't allow tequila?
  • And what kind of a man shows up to a date in board shorts?
  • It's Central America. It's hot.
  • Don't worry. It's gonna be just like taking a walk in the woods... 65 million years ago.
  • You didn't ask for reality, you asked for more teeth.
  • It's white. You never told me it was white.
  • Think it will scare the kids?
  • This will give the parents nightmares.
  • So now what do we do?
  • We've been pre-booking tickets for months
  • Corporate felt genetic modification would up the wow factor.
  • The Indominus rex makes us relevant again.
  • We needed something scary and easy to pronounce.
  • You should hear a four-year-old try to say "Archeaornithomimus."
  • We need more teeth.
  • What is that?
  • You can't ever tell your mother about this!
  • You're the new guy, right?
  • You ever wonder why there was a job opening?
  • Don't turn your back to the cage.
  • It tried to break the glass.
  • I admire her spirit.
  • We're talking about an animal here.
  • Animals raised in isolation aren't always the most functional.
  • So, she needs a friend. We should schedule play-dates? That sort of thing?
  • Well, a promise tomorrow is worth a lot less than trying today.
  • She's killing for sport.
  • Hey, don't joke.
  • When I was your age I rescued a wolf pup
  • Something is wrong.
  • I can't wait to tell my mom about this!
  • You'll last two minutes in there.
  • What is that supposed to mean?
  • Why did you have to make it personal?
  • I need you.
  • I need your help.
  • She will kill everything that moves.
  • You think the animal is contemplating its own existence?
  • She is learning where she fits on the food chain and I'm not sure you want her to figure that out.
  • Every time we unveiled a new attraction, attendance has spiked.
  • RUNN!!!
  • Did your general ever fly into battle with you?
  • We are safe in here right?
  • Everyone remain calm!
  • You can't put a price on that.
  • We want to be thrilled.
  • Well, don't just stand there!
  • That was awesome!
  • If mom and dad get divorced, will one of us be with mom and the other with dad?
  • Did you close the deal?

accidentaldoodler  asked:

Your cats are amazing and floofy!! Are Maine Coons easy to own? Are they friendly?

Point the first: I love my Maine Coons.  They are the best cats I have ever had.  They are also “real” Maine Coons, in that I got them from a reputable breeder who could produce their pedigrees back twenty generations.  This matters because a lot of long-haired or large cats in shelters get labeled “Maine Coons” in order to help them get adopted.  Most of those cats are not Maine Coons, either wholly or in part, and thus will not exhibit common Maine Coon behaviors.  They are still awesome cats, and may be easier on your nerves.

Point the second: I spent years volunteering for the SPCA, used to show Siamese cats, and have had cats for my entire life.  If we count the ones I’ve fostered or lived with when I was couch surfing, I have probably shared living space with cats in the triple digits.  I am not a beginning cat owner.  So…

Point the third: these are not beginner cats.

Maine Coons are huge.  The smaller of my two cats weighs 25lbs.  Neither of them is considered overweight by my vet.  This means that either one of them could hurt me very badly if they wanted to, or if they saw me as a threat, or if they decided that I was doing them ill.  When they sit on my chest, I can have difficulty breathing.  I am actually unable to dead-lift my cats off myself in certain positions.  If you are not comfortable with enormous carnivores next to your face while you sleep, these are not the cats for you.

Maine Coons are long-haired and double-coated, which makes them essentially waterproof from above, and hugely absorbent from below.  Sometimes I call them “giant purring tampons.”  I’m not really kidding.  They require daily brushing, and see the groomer a minimum of three times a year, because even with daily brushing, they will mat and become tangled.  A good feline groomer will be about $40 per cat per trip, before tip.  I usually budget $100 for each trip to the groomer–and they require more grooming when I’ve been on the road, because they’re not as tolerant of people who aren’t me brushing them.

Maine Coons are intensely social.  There is always at least one cat in the room with me.  They’re “with” cats, rather than “on” cats, most of the time (there are always exceptions when you’re talking personality), but they need to know where I am.  They become distressed and despondent when I go away for two long.  After my trip to Europe last fall, Thomas flung himself into my arms, pressed his head into my throat, and keened.  I have never heard a cat make that sound before.  It sounded like he was dying.  I never want to hear that sound again.  Which is to say, you can’t leave your Maine Coons alone.  They require companionship, interaction, and stimulation on an even more intense level than a domestic shorthair.  They can, and will, become depressed if they feel like their people are not loving them properly.

Maine Coons need to be socialized almost like dogs when they’re very small–not in the sense of “oh, you can do obedience with them” (although they perform well in feline agility trials), but in the sense of “you need to pick them up, pet them, handle them, and make sure they genuinely believe you are bigger than them, because see the above point about their size and capability to fuck you up big time.”

Many Maine Coons–mine included–love water, and will play in their dishes, possibly even joining you in the bath or shower.  An adult Maine Coon can absorb roughly four gallons of water, becoming a horrifying squamous swamp monster that you’ll have to chase through the house.

Maine Coons have large, spatulate paws, and can open doors.

My Maine Coons are incredibly sweet, welcoming, friendly, and mellow, but this is because I have spent a lot of time socializing them and getting them comfortable with the world.  Their comfort and mental well-being occupies my time almost as completely as a child would.  There are cat trees in every room; they have never been shouted at or smacked (although Thomas did get punched in the face once, when he decided to bite my head while I was sleeping; reflex kicked in).  They require a lot of grooming, a lot of attention, and a lot of play.

I have never had a better cat.  I adore Maine Coons more than I can say.  I would not recommend them to a beginner, especially with so many amazing cats in shelters, waiting for forever homes.  And I would definitely not call them “easy.”

I Bet

This is a new series I’m going to do if you guys like it. If so please let me know I think it will be fun to write. But just a heads up the only thing i know about Harry Potter is what is in the movies. (I just had this idea pop in my head and the only person I could think of was Draco.) So I’m sorry if I get something wrong. Please don’t hate me! Anyways thank you for reading I hope you enjoy it and please let me know if you want to see a part two. :)

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Originally posted by couplenotes

Draco Malfoy X Reader

Warnings: None I think

Walking thru the dark halls of Hogwarts Harry’s cloak being the only thing from us getting caught. It was well known that a secret party was going on tonight in the Slytherin dormitory. Harry only wanting to go to humiliate Draco for something he did to him earlier today.

Once to the door I was shocked that Harry even knew the password. None the less we got in just in time to see that the party was in full swing something I was surprised at. I was wondering why no teachers stopped them.

More distracted with the party then staying hidden I quickly found myself out in the open in just a over sized sweater and leggings. To make matters worse it happened to be as soon as Pansy, Draco’s current fling turned around.

“Well look who it is girls.” She says getting the attention of not only her friends but also Draco himself.

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Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 5

My nerves relaxed as I realized I had overreacted and that things were fine with Jared.


I emailed him back right away to plan on trying to Skype around the same time as the other night. The middle of the night, though not convenient, would no doubt be our best shot. I was still a bit worried, though. Around here, depending on technology is a no-no since it can be so temperamental. To also be told we had been having issues with our broadband all day, had me even more worried. I prayed it to all who would listen that it would be fixed by the time I tried to connect with Jared.

Knowing I had quite a bit of time between now and then, I tried to finish up a little work in the mean time. Nearly every waking minute was devoted to work related things, especially after I got Jared’s little surprise. This trip involved very little social time. I would be leaving in just a few days so it was a mad rush to get everything necessary done. Unfortunately, it was about eleven o'clock when I hit a wall and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.

Setting my alarm for two in the morning, I allotted myself thirty minutes to wake up and get to the office. After that was set, I jumped in bed and pulled the blankets up to my chin, snuggling into them. As soon as my eyes closed, it was Jared’s face I saw and it made me smile. I hoped for sweet dreams as I dozed off for my little cat nap.

When two o'clock rolled around and my alarm went off, I jumped up shaken. Damn that was fast!

I know I slept but I almost felt like I was in that dream state where you THINK you’re actually awake but you’re not. Waking up more tired than when I was before falling asleep, I realized maybe napping wasn’t the best idea. Maybe I should have just tried to power through because at the moment, I was seriously dragging ass.

Constantly yawning as I ran around trying to pull myself together, I did a last minute touch up then threw my jacket around my shoulders. I grabbed my computer and rushed out the door right on time.

Last time Jared and I managed to connect it was about two-thirty and knowing him, he would already be waiting on my call. Knowing his crazy schedule, he had to be exhausted so I didn’t want to keep him waiting. Between shows almost nightly and all the press in between, I’m not sure how he actually does it. I suppose in a matter of days, I’ll get to see first hand. And, THAT was something I was totally looking forward to.

Walking in the office, memories of our last Skype session slowly danced through my mind causing me to blush. I tried to think ahead and was smarter with my choice of attire this time. Not that I was assuming we’d have Skype sex again but I remembered very clearly the direction of how things could possible go. I wanted to make it easy on myself, just in case.

We were definitely not having much luck tonight as I tried over and over to connect with him. It was so frustrating that it made me even more grateful I wouldn’t have to deal with this crap much longer in order to see him. After about six tries, I lost an accurate count after the third try, Jared and I FINALLY successfully connected.

As soon as his handsome face popped up on the screen, I could feel my smile spread across my face.

“There’s my baby girl.” Jared said matching my own ear to ear smile.

“Hello Sir…” I responded shyly, “I was so worried we wouldn’t be able to connect. We’ve had issues all day for some reason.”

“I figured that since it took so many times..” He said, “I’m glad it worked out though, I wanted to see you.”

“I’m glad too because I’ve missed you..” I told him honestly.

I didn’t add that it seems like he’s at the forefront of my mind no matter what I was doing or who I was talking too. I also didn’t add that I missed him so much it hurt. I didn’t want him to see my neediness even though it’s how I felt. Right now, being so far away, those feelings made me feel weak and that’s not what I wanted him to see.

“I miss you too, baby girl.” He said, “I wanted to talk to you about your arrival. Did you get the itinerary?”

“I did… I looked it over as soon as I got it.” I said.

“I was hoping to be there to pick you up but there’s no way that’s going to happen. I already asked Robert to go. You haven’t met him but he’s great and I trust him.” Jared said.

“You do know that I would be fine getting to the venue on my own. You don’t have to do that..” I told him but he cut me off.

“I do know that and I appreciate that but I would feel better if someone was there that I trusted. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He said letting his concern show.

That warmed my heart. Feeling under his care is indescribable. After weeks of being in control, of being the decision maker, I was anxious to sink blissfully back into my submissive role. It’s a release for me. With Jared, I felt like I truly had the best of both worlds. It was important for me he knew that I could take control and take care of myself but I relished in the fact that he wanted to relieve me from that burden just the same.

“Thank you, Sir..” I said.

“Looking at my schedule, I’m not sure how much free time we’re going to have. It’s a pretty tight schedule…” He said looking at his phone and shaking his head.

“All I care about is being with you.. It doesn’t matter what we do.” I reassured him.

I didn’t want him to worry I’d be bored or get upset he was busy. I would never put that kind of pressure on him. Basically this was a work trip that I was accompanying him on. I expect him to be busy and when he’s free, I’ll be there waiting. I certainly wasn’t thinking this was going to be like a vacation or anything near our incredible week holed up at the Four Seasons in Chicago.

“Well, I’m still trying to carve out time for us to do some sightseeing.” He said.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m excited to see so many shows! I was kinda preoccupied at the last two.” I laughed.

“I think you’ll be getting a show almost every night…” He said, “You might be sick of seeing them by the time you’re ready to leave!” Jared said with a chuckle.

“NEVER!” I responded, just as a yawn snuck up on me.

“You’re tired baby..”

“Yeah, I kinda am. I worked until eleven then took a cat nap until I came here. It’s just busy trying to make sure everything is done so I can leave on time. Trying to avoid any problems, ya know..” I said as I yawned yet again.

“Well, I think you need to go to bed. I just wanted to see your beautiful face..” He said making me blush.

Both of us were quiet for a moment, me watching him, him watching me…

Reaching to the screen, I caressed his jaw, anxious for the time I felt his skin beneath my fingers rather than the cold screen.

“I miss you so much… I can’t wait to see you.” I said, trying to keep the tears that suddenly appeared out of nowhere at bay.

‘It must be the exhaustion’, I thought as I tried to cover them with another yawn.

“I can’t wait either, baby.” Jared softly said, reaching to caress my cheek on the screen too, “Even though I could stay here all night, we both need sleep. Time for bed… See ya soon, baby girl.”

He was right, we both needed sleep. But, we also needed these few moments together too.

“See ya soon, Sir..” I whispered as my fingers instinctively went to my necklace.

Taking his fingers to his lips, he blew me a kiss which I returned right back to him.

“Sweet dreams, baby girl.” He tenderly said, holding my gaze a moment longer then disconnected the call knowing full well I’d never be able to do it myself.

Jurassic World {Sentence Starters}
  • "What do you think? Want to take one home?"
  • "I can't wait to tell my mom about this!"
  • "A promise tomorrow is worth a lot less than trying today."
  • "This might be our only chance!"
  • "Someone has to stay behind."
  • "Don't turn your back to the cage."
  • "You're the new guy, right?"
  • "You created a monster!"
  • "What happened to the sibling?"
  • "You ever wonder why there was a job opening?"
  • "Probably not a good idea."
  • "Uh, I have a boyfriend."
  • "Think this will scare the kids?"
  • "The key to a happy life is to accept you are never actually in control."
  • "How would it know to do that?"
  • "Can we stay with you?"
  • "We're talking about an animal here."
  • "Don't worry. It's gonna be just like taking a walk in the woods."
  • "What kind of diet doesn't allow tequila?"
  • "Hey, don't give me that shit."
  • "You'll last two minutes in there. Less in those ridiculous shoes."
  • "She's killing for sport."
  • "This will give the parents nightmares."
  • "Monster is a relative term. To a canary, a cat is a monster. We're just used to being the cat."
  • "Why did you have to make it personal?"
  • "It tried to break the glass!"
  • "You can't ever tell your mother about this!"
  • "I am never leaving you again!"
  • "And please, clean your workplace. It's chaotic."
  • "We have the best structural engineers in the world."
  • "We are safe in here right?"

fleecywelshgez  asked:

On a scale of "Proasheck" to "Pro As Heck" how move-y is the move going? -Love, Fleecy

it’s aWFUL AND SCARY AND STRESSFUL AND there’s lots of stuff we have to do that we don’t know how to do and have never done before and we are moving not just in to a new house but in to the adult world with bills and taxes and rent and it’s going to be really difficult to adjust but no matter how much i want to juST SCREAM AND CRY RIGHT NOW i’m keeping it all together because nothing, absolutely nothing is going to stop me anymore, there is nothing i want more right now in this stage of my life than to live with fiona, because she makes me the happiest i have ever been and in her arms i am safe. no matter how hectic this week is going to be, at the end of it i will be in an empty house with fiona and our two cats, and i will be able to smile. because i’ll be with her and i’ll never have to leave again.

prettylittleday-dream  asked:

Some advice for the freshly broken hearted? I don't know what to do… I was with him for 15 months. I know that isn't THAT long… but I thought it was a good relationship. I'm lost now though. I can't draw, reading is feeling taxing and I spend most of my time if I'm not at work or school… at home in bed with my cat and hedgehog. He broke up with me a week before my birthday… last Monday I didn't leave my bed. Am I crazy to miss him this much?? What should I do??

Oh you poor darling! I really feel for you. I was with my ex for almost 9 years, and he broke up with me right before Halloween! I had to pack up our entire 3-bedroom house, put everything in storage, and move away. 

I thought my life was over, and that I’d never love again. I really did. I just rolled around on the floor listening to David Bowie and crying. That helped. Just, crying. Feeling all the feelings, letting it out. I didn’t know heartbreaks actually felt like your torso was being cut open, your heart ripped out, and being left with a gaping hole of viscera.

I couldn’t work for a few days, but I had a gallery show to prepare for the next weekend, so I absolutely had to pull myself together to create a bunch of new pieces (my fairytale series). I watched movies, listened to music, forced myself to paint, took more freelance jobs, picked up a teaching gig, and just stayed really busy. I also applied for some conventions, so that I had an event to look forward to… just, anything.

And honestly, there’s no cure. You have to take it one day at a time, embrace the pain and heartbreak. It was new to me, I’d never been dumped. Normally I’m the one breaking hearts! But it was good to know how physically and emotionally painful the process was, and not to deny it. 

Then, a magical thing happened. A dark, mysterious goth musician called and, seeing my potential, took pity on me. He flew me to New York and showed me that there’s absolutely a reason to live after losing everything. The world is enormous and exciting and full of opportunities. I needed that adventure to rekindle my desire to create and write and explore my own work.

So, in answer to your question, my lovely princess, yes. You’re crazy to miss a brute who chucked you right before your birthday. He’s not worth your time or tears. There’s someone else out there for you, and you’ll run into each other when you least expect it. And maybe in the meantime you’ll fall in and out of love a few more times, if you’re lucky.

But you’re not crazy for feeling the way you do. Heartbreaks are tough to live with. So cry, despair. That’s fine. But don’t give up! I promise it gets easier with time, and soon you’ll be ready to move on. You won’t be the same, but that’s what life is about. Change.

I love you!

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I am packed and leaving for Chicago tomorrow morning. My cat is giving me a look of disgust because I’m leaving again. I have never been to Chicago for NYE. It’s supposed to snow. That’s what I wanted. To be in the snow when 2014 arrives. We never have snow and experiencing once a year is so magical to me. Plus, seeing The Windy City and staying right on Magnificent Mile is going to be exciting. I hope you had a wonderful holiday. We did. I’m happy it’s over and we take off for NYE celebration. Love to love you. I must try to sleep after I stalk my favorites on here. :)