i can never get his fact right

Let Me Protect You - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 11,337

Warnings: WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? 18+, NSFW, Oral (both receiving), Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Daddy Kink, Shower Sex, Wall Sex, Bondage, Mitch’s Scruff, Mitch’s sexy ass arms and muscles and abs and face and MITCH’S ENTIRE BEING

Notes: Holy. Shit. It’s long overdue but THAT WORD COUNT??? I am dying inside from this. I hope you dirty people like this. Please let me know because this literally killed me inside to write. 

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i don’t think anyone here is misunderstanding /why/ savan would have been annoyed at the time by louis speaking up and basically getting him kicked out. it’s the fact that he never once in that interview gave louis the credit he deserved. he wouldn’t even use his fucking name. he didn’t give him one ounce of respect throughout the entire thing. yeah of course he can reflect on his feelings at the time, but he can say “hey i was wrong” which he did and then follow that up with “and louis had every right to do what he did and he has proved himself time and time again to be a smart businessman and talented songwriter”… people aren’t pissed off because savan felt jilted at the time or that he was bitter over louis getting the better of him /at the time/. people are pissed off because he continued to disrespect him and put him down despite admitting he was in the wrong.

anonymous asked:

okay so ever since yesterday's live happened i've been in need for someone to write something about (drunk maybe?) jikook playing twister and them falling over each other or being in really awkward positions and things heating up somehow pls make my dreams come true

in hindsight, jungkook shouldn’t have said yes. but he’s never been one to back down from a challenge, and with park jimin smirking at him, betting that with his flexibility, he could’ve been both seokjin and jungkook at twister, jungkook couldn’t help but raise his hackles - puff up his chest and all that - and accept.

he really, really should not have agreed to this.

seokjin had agreed to be the judge, but is currently staring at them with vapid, blinking eyes, hand poised to spin the dial, very evidently regretting having decided to be dragged into this. jungkook shares his sentiment.

“left hand red,” seokjin says. it sounds more like a whimper than anything.

jimin places his hand down. 

jungkook swallows. because right now, in front of his face, park jimin has both palms to the ground, ass in the air.

right up in jungkook’s face.

and jungkook still hasn’t put his hand down.

“give up, kookie?” jimin teases, sounding a little breathless from the blood rushing to his head. jungkook scowls, taking the bait immediately.

“you wish.” he masks the choked quality of his voice with a scoff. very gingerly, he leans down, bringing his left hand to the circle next to jimin’s hand. this puts him in a terrible predicament, forcing him to bend over jimin’s back to reach.

seokjin makes a strangled sound at the back of his throat. “can we just end this with rock-paper-scissors?”

“no way,” jungkook says. jimin’s arms are shaking a little, and jungkook knows he won’t be able to last much longer. it’s only a matter of time. jimin challenging him had only been perfunctory anyway. unlike jungkook, the game isn’t ever what jimin intends to win. “not until jimin falls.”

“who says i’m gonna fall,” jimin wheezes. then he shifts, and his ass pressing back against jungkook’s crotch. “oops.”

jungkook uses his free arm to grab his waist. “stop moving around.”

“that’s not in the rules,” jimin says petulantly. “hyung, can you just spin?”

seokjin obliges, still looking pained. “right hand green. god, i can’t watch this anymore. i’m sorry jiminnie, but i really hope you fall down.”

“why me?” jungkook doesn’t have to see his face to know he’s pouting. but jimin’s reaching under himself, seeking the green circle. jungkook follows suit with his free hand, face burning. god, they’re so close right now. every little movement jimin makes underneath him sends a jolt up his spine. and it always gets his blood rushing south, whenever he sees jimin display his incredible flexibility - a fact that jimin never fails to exploit.

“lift your right foot,” seokjin says. “also, just as a warning, if you don’t fall now, i’m going to push you.”

“hyuuung, shouldn’t you be on my side?” jimin whines. whines. the edge to his voice makes jungkook get the strangest urge to grab him and throw him down somewhere - wreck him - “jungkookie’s the one who beat you the other day.”

shit. where the hell did that come from? 

“my hair would turn white before i lived to see you beat jungkook,” jin replies. “right foot, both of you.”

jungkook does, with relative ease. jimin huffs a little, lifts his leg a little, and the moment he loses his balance, jungkook feels it before he sees it. he squeaks, a sound that jungkook files away for later perusal and teasing, and topples over, his flailing catching jungkook in the leg and jungkook lets himself fall.

crushed under his weight, jimin wriggles and laughs. “oh my god - oh my god, jungkookie, i can’t breathe - ”

jungkook eases off a bit so jimin can turn over, but keeps him caged in with his arms. “i win,” he says, smugly.

“only because you cheated,” jimin argues. “you didn’t have to choose the circle behind me.”

he’s right - jungkook just wanted that excuse to lean over him; to pin jimin down to the ground. not that he really needs one. it’s just for appearance’s sake. “you didn’t have to choose the circle in front of me, hyung.”

“you - you - ” jimin sputters. he finally settles on shoving at jungkook’s chest rather pitifully. “brat. don’t forget who’s older here.”

“anyway,” jungkook says before jimin can get into it. “what was that punishment you made earlier? a kiss on the cheek?” jungkook pauses before tacking on, “hyung.”

jimin rolls his eyes, but his cheeks bloom pink, betraying him as usual. “if you wanted one so badly, jungkookie, you only had to ask.”

“i don’t want one - ”

jimin leans up, pecking him so quickly on the lips that jungkook barely feels it. it feels like he’d dipped his face in flames, with how quickly the temperature rises.

“um… that… that was - ”

“again,” jungkook demands.


“i didn’t feel it, so you have to do it again.” 

as jimin babbles incredulously, jungkook takes the opportunity to grab him by the face, leaning down close until their breaths mingle. he belatedly realises that seokjin had made his escape somewhere in the midst of their collapse. jungkook knows they’ll suffer his complaints and poorly-timed jokes later, so they might as well make the best of this now. jimin’s pupils are blown wide, flushed and pretty, but it’s his little whispered jungkookie that makes jungkook feel like his heart is lodged in his throat.

“i won, so you have to do the punishment properly.”

then he leans down, presses their lips together right. 

jimin clutches the red circle with his right hand, his other going to jungkook’s hair. “actually, i think i won,” he murmurs, grinning against jungkook’s lips. then he goes in for his prize.

anonymous asked:

have you seen the post where Bruce loki and thor are annoying wanda by getting her name wrong, Bruce calls he Wendy and loki calls her Wilma or sth, so she's not sure if they actually forgot or not, but then thor bursts into the room and is like "hi beth" and proceeds to laugh hystericaly, and loki says "it has to start with 'W' you oaf"

I have! And I have to say I didn’t like the end where Thor was like “I’ll understand the rules of this game and win!” Like. That makes Thor seem so stupid. I don’t believe that Thor is stupid. I’m all for Troll Thor. Or Throll lmao ah at least I make myself laugh.

Like honestly I can imagine Thor deciding he didn’t like Wanda messing with his friends’ minds (because it hits so close to home with Loki) and then hearing about the “game” they’re going to do where they never get her name right and he’s just like, “Yes. I agree.” And then he’s like “In fact I’m gonna go all in.”

So Loki, Bruce, and Tony call Wanda by literally every W name except her own and then in comes Thor who calls her Beth. Calls her Tessa. Calls her Vicky. Calls her Anne. And the others have decided he’s never going to understand but Thor can see that Wanda’s foaming at the mouth being so pissed because at least she understands what they’re doing, they’re being snide, but Thor??? Is just being stupid?????

So Wanda finally loses it with Thor, slams her hands on the table, shouts “MY NAME IS WANDA!” And Thor looks at her, eyebrows raised as she pants, watching the glowing red knives settle back onto counters and into drawers and onto the table. He looks at this child, because as old as she claims to be she has not taken responsibility for any of the bad things she did like an adult, and he leans in, looming, looking every bit the warrior he is and then some, and quietly asks, “What makes you think I didn’t know that, Rebecca?” and makes long, steady eye-contact that Wanda breaks, blushing, tears of humiliation forming in her eyes.

Angel Boy

Cas x Reader//Smut

Warnings: NSFW, Rough Sex, Getting Caught (kind of?), Unprotected Sex, Teasing/Calling Names

Summary: You know that Castiel likes you as you’d overheard him tell the boys, but he won’t act on it. You tease him by calling him “Angel Boy”, a name he doesn’t like. Castiel decides to confront you about this, which leads to an interesting demand from you.

Author’s Note: On my last home visit I got my wisdom teeth out and read a lot of fan fiction when recovering- I noticed Cas rolling his eyes and being sassy was a trend, as well as sarcastic sex- so I was inspired to write this. 

Originally posted by love-untiltheresnoloveleft

Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been continuously teasing Castiel. After having heard him admit to Sam and Dean a few weeks ago that he always got a weird feeling around me which he didn’t quite understand fully- to which the boys later confessed what he was describing was ‘Love’- I decided that I’d try to see where I could take this little love interest.

I’d been wearing clothes that I thought I looked especially cute or hot in whenever I knew Castiel was going to be around; I would purposefully button a few of the top buttons of my flannel so he could get a ‘good view’ of my cleavage when we were researching. I also made sure to put in lots of touch, considering that I knew Castiel wasn’t much of a ‘touchy-feely’ kind of guy; he never had many interactions with humans before meeting Sam and Dean-according to what they tell me- so he was a little more socially awkward when it came to the hugs, or handshakes. Whenever we would pass by one another I would ‘accidentally’ brush my hand against his, or reach for the same book or object when doing research in the bunker. My touch seemed to always startle him, making him seem wearier and almost electrocuted when it’d happen, even if only for a split second.

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Games & Flames (Rivals AU Playlist)

I made a playlist a few months ago to release some of the feels from reading @kazliin​‘s Rivals AU fanfic, Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches (which is seriously one of the best Yuri on Ice fics written out there and yOU SHOULD TOTALLY READ IT!!!!) but then the companion fic came, and the feels dam just fucking exploded again. I just kept hearing songs that sounded like they’d go nicely with the fic, and I knew I had to make another playlist.

And so here we are! I call this playlist Games & Flames because Viktor seems to like playing mind games and playing with fire hahaha rEAD THE FICS AND YOU’LL UNDERSTAND WHY. also because I like rhymes. Here’s a link to the series again for reference! Details on the playlist and more of my ramblings about why I chose the songs are under the cut~

YouTube | Spotify*

*One of the songs in my list is not on Spotify, I’m so sorry!

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anonymous asked:

“I’m so in love with you” + silverflint. please show me the exact moment silver realizes he's in love with flint. he doesn't necessarily have to say it out loud, because let's be real, he would never... but I'd love to see him at least admit it to himself. I'd love to see him come to terms with and accept that this thing, this foreign feeling that has been eating at him is, in fact, love.

(cont.) and he can’t help but just look at flint in pure awe, and maybe a hit of annoyance, because the man actually did it, he got into his head. perhaps not exactly how flint had originally planned to, but he sure got in there all right.

Oh, anon. I tried. It’s so hard to get Silver to own up to things like pesky feelings but I hope you like this. Here’s some pre-S4 mid-swordfighting love realizations for you. 

In the end, it’s the most innocuous thing that does it.

Really, Silver imagines, this entire problem could have been avoided had he not looked up at the wrong moment. This entire problem could have been avoided had he somehow managed to keep his fucking leg and so never had the need for a crutch to get around in the first place. 

They are on the hill again, their fourth lesson in, exchanging blows. Flint stops every once in a while to correct Silver’s posture and form, but for the most part they stay silent; Flint too focused on Silver’s technique and Silver too focused on not slipping and planting himself face-first into the hot sand.

It’s not that he’s embarrassed to fall, not really; the first time he had made eye contact with Flint he had flung himself belly first into the sea and howled at the sky afterwards like an idiot, so it’s not Silver’s pride that’s in the way, given that there’s not much of it left to speak of. Mostly he just feels the need to be a good study and flourish under Flint’s tutelage, which is–an unfamiliar sentiment, to say the least. One he doesn’t want to look at too closely. 

He’d been a terror back at the orphanage and never once cared that the nuns were constantly disappointed in him. Then again, he’d always supposed it was difficult not to be disappointed in a devil of a child who refused to learn his verses until he was forced, lied through his teeth at every opportunity and had a pair of hands too sticky for his own good. 

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confused-gypsy  asked:

Hi love your account so much and I hope you're having a good day! Could you please rec me fics where one is a nerd or really nice and innocent and the other is punk or a bad boy? Kind of like baby heavens in your eyes!

Heya ! Thank you for your kind words :*

So, I tried :

- set alight my veins  : If Liam really thinks it’s funny to send him on a surprise date with a tattooed, leather wearing punk then Harry’s going to have words with him later. When he’s managed to stop staring at the guy across from him.-Harry’s quiet and shy and does all his homework. Louis drives motorbikes and never turns up to school. Their respective friends think they’d be a cute couple. (11k, M)

- Baby Heaven’s in your Eyes : They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his. (120k, E)

- Violets and Paper Aeroplanes: Harry likes Louis very much a lot and Louis’ a bit of an arsehole. (14k, T)

- The Moments When My Good Times Start to Fade : Where Harry is a flower child who works in a bakery and Louis is a guitarist who has no idea what it is he wants. (23k, NR)

- Take All of Your Doubts (You Can Throw ‘Em Out) : Louis Tomlinson is a punk who figures he’s just destined to be alone. Harry Styles is his nerdy best friend who is always there to pick him up when he’s down. Somewhere along the way feelings grow. (6k, NR)

- Give Me Truths: Louis is a psychology student with a tattoo count as high as his genius IQ. Harry is in a (sort-of) relationship with a homophobic man and hates himself a little more every day. Things fall apart and Louis puts him back together.Or, the one in which Louis falls in love with a fragile boy and tells him every beautiful truth in the world, as long as it makes him happy. (110k, E)

- Sun-kissed Hurricane, Perfect Storm       : Harry is the quiet kid in the back of his statistics class who writes a lot and dreams about Louis’ cheekbones . Louis needs a statistics tutor ASAP before he flunks and the quiet kid in the back of the class seems like a good choice. Harry wants to help Louis however he can and Louis wants to see how much he can make Harry blush. (7k, T)

- Love (is a choice we make): Punk!Louis moves across the street from flowerchild!Harry. He also goes to Harry’s high school where Harry’s being bullied and at first he joins the people bullying Harry but then he sees Harry’s scars from self-harming and stops, without actually helping his situation. Then they are assigned on baby project for Sex Ed together and they get really close throughout it. Louis fucks Harry one day in Harry’s twin bed and Harry has really sensitive nipples so Louis likes to play with those. If Louis could also kiss his scars would be great. (5.5k, T)

- Nicotine : “We’re two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we’d never date.” Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon. “Just because you can get me hard doesn’t mean I like you,“ Louis whispered. The fact was, he didn’t like Harry right now, not at all. Not even a bit.   “Yeah, yeah,” Harry murmured, his breath fanning over Louis’ cock as he spoke. “You done telling me how much you hate me so I can suck you off?” (32k, E)

- There’s Nothing In This World To Fix Us : Harry still holds the school record for most detentions in his high school career, Liam doesn’t want any drama, Louis is all about drama, Zayn draws roses, and Niall’s braces and spot in marching band gets him all the girls.Or, a Breakfast Club AU where Harry’s a delinquent, Liam’s an athlete, Louis is a prep, and Niall’s a nerd, and Zayn’s an artist. (6, NR)

Friendzone Advice From Barry Allen:

Captain Canary Son: So…Cisco was telling me that you were in the Friendzone with Iris for years before you two dated.

Barry *sets coffee mug down*: Mhm; what about it?

Captain Canary Son: How did you get out?

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I saw your tags on that James Olsen gifset and I eas wondering if you could elaborate on them?

tbh i think that the whole guardian storyline is a steaming pile of horseshit and the peripheral implications of it are really gross.

like, i think it’s bad writing because it doesn’t make sense. james demonstrably has been surrounded by superheroes for years, but suddenly now has a crisis of conscience and decides that He Should Be Doing More.  because He Can.  because he has a black belt?  i mean, okay.  sure jan.  you have a black belt, which is more than most people, but you also got it in a controlled environment of a gym, so that doesn’t exactly qualify you to go off fighting criminals who play dirty.  that’s not even accounting for the fact that criminals often have guns.  you know what a black belt is good for against a gun?  Very Very Little.

but back to the motivation.  they’re trying, and failing, i think, to write james as a foil to mon-el, where mon-el decides to be a hero because of a pretty girl, and james decides to be a hero because it’s the right thing to do.  mon-el has certainly made dumb choices, though not as dumb as i think fandom likes to think, but that isn’t the point here.  the point here is whether james is making the choice to be a hero for the right reasons.  and, well, no, jimmy, your justification so far that you have repeated many many many times is that You Are Meant For This punchy punchy heroing.  okay, well, what about the other heroic work you’ve been doing for years, the part where you help inform the flow of information to people and capture stories that they wouldn’t otherwise get to witness?  remember that whole thing in S1 where cat grant was the person who stabilized national city after the earthquake through media, not punchy punchy heroing?  remember how cat grant is now on sabbatical and james is literally sitting in the smae chair she used for that and he could be doing that but oh, no, why try to make a difference on a macro scale when you can go off punchy punching criminals in a micro sense?  totally makes sense.  

basically his entire justification for being the guardian– and guilting winn into helping him with it– is that he sees himself as a hero who just needs a stage to prove it, and that stage is helping people.  this is not “people need help and i have the capability to help them”, it’s “i am a hero and i will help people to prove it.”

then there’s the fact that james’ Hero Epiphany came in the first six months he spent around supergirl.  despite spending years being superman’s boyfriend best friend he never felt the need to put on a suit of armor and go off gallivanting around the streets to get his punch on.  but suddenly he’s around supergirl, the girl he’s ostensibly in love with, who’s beautiful and wonderful and can lift a building over her head with no discernible effort, and suddenly NOW he feels the need to get all hypermasculine punchy punchy?

yeah, okay.  doing it for the right reasons.  sure, buddy.  

honestly i think that the whole storyline is bad, but that if they had to do it then ther ewas a much better way they could have done it, which would have been to build it off of him disagreeing with kara and the deo about holding aliens and maxwell lord in prison in S1.  he’s already demonstrated that he doesn’t agree with how they do everything, and hey, look, the show also introduced A DETECTIVE WHO IS BIG ON PROTECTING ALIENS FROM GOVERNMENT ORGANIZATIONS in this season.  if you have to do a stupid james-goes-punchy storyline, base it on that, an existing platform where he’s already disagreed with kara, and build it into somewhere where he’s actively giftwrapping bad guys and/or bad aliens to give to the NCPD, who then are meant to provide them due process.  this is a significantly more meaningful storyline for james than him getting pissy about mon-el and strutting around posturing and writing stories about himself where he basically calls his vigilante persona Ripped Shredded 8-Packed SuperDuperDuperHero Who Is Most Magnificent.  but eh, why write a storyline that builds on your existing characterization of james olsen that oculd also conveniently tie him to one of the other poc on the show when you can absolutely destroy said characterization?

Draco; Moon Therapy

/Warning(s): Sadness everywhere!

“Talking to the Moon” ~ Bruno Mars

Disclaimer: There’s no lyrics to follow/Most of the lyrics are in italics.\


Draco sat by the window sill looking out at the moon, that was surrounded by glimmering stars. The War had ended and you were nowhere to be found. Draco was driven to insanity, people looked at him oddly when he started talking to himself. His family worried about him when he mentioned you and ‘talked to you’. He’s wondering where you are, at times he talks to the moon, thinking of you.

“Today I walked outside with my mother. She’s been talking about you, she’s saying I should let you go, but I can’t.” Draco stared at the bright, luminous stars; but to Draco’s eyes the moon stood out the most. “And I never will, Y/N, because I love you. I wanted to start a family with you. That one night that we made love to each other was majestic, I want to relive that, that was ten months ago. That was the last time I kissed your plump, pink lips and held you in my arms.” Draco felt tears prick the ends of his eyes. “I still don’t know why you left me.” Draco sighed, looking down at his lap.

“I know you’re somewhere out there.” Draco said. “And if you left me. Why did you not leave with an explanation.” Draco cried softly. Tears rolled down his cheeks, each tear held an emotion. Sadness, worry, and the best, love. “I love you. Goodnight.” Draco got up and went to his bedroom. The Manor made Draco’s emotions worsen, it was such a depressing and gloom color. Even though he enjoyed the colors during his childhood, he learned to enjoy the rather bright colors, the colors you loved.

The talking and the moon are his therapy. He thought it would help him. Yet, You were nothing compared to the outshining moon, you were all he had and he needed you.

I know you’re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away
I want you back, I want you back
My neighbors think I’m crazy
But they don’t understand
You’re all I have, you’re all I have

Draco stayed up all night reminiscing you and him, and kept thinking of the future you two could’ve had.


“Draco!” You laughed. “Say it! Say that I’m the most handsomest man in the world.” Draco smiled, tickling you were you were most ticklish. “OK, OK, Draco Malfoy is the most- stupidest person the world!” You breathed. “You little-” Draco went back to attacking you. “Draco Malfoy is the most handsomest man in the world.” You pant. Draco lets you go, you stand up and hop out of the couch. “Behind Harry Potter.” You joke running out of the Slytherin Common Room. Draco runs after you, you burst into fits of giggles, running as fast as you can.

Unfortunately, he caught you. “Gosh, what I do for you woman.” Draco pants. “I love you.” You blurt. “I love you too.” Draco leans forward, you flutter your eyes closed pushing yourself toward Draco. You waited for his lips to come in contact with yours. You opened your eyes to find Draco stifling a laugh. “Hey you big meanie! I was about to kiss you!” You pout. “I can only kiss you if you say, I’m the most handsomest man in the world.” Draco folds his arms. “Alright, my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, is the most handsomest, sexiest man in the world.” You wink at the end. “There we go, love.” Draco said, connecting his lips with yours. “I love you, so much.” You hug him. “I love you more.” Draco said, and you didn’t fight back to say you loved him more, because you couldn’t compete with his love.

|Retrospect End|

|Draco’s Thoughts|

I looked at you, you looked exhausted and tired, yet you wore a smile on your face. “What do you want to name him?” You asked. “What about Noah Hyperion Malfoy?” I asked you. “That’s perfect.” You weakly grin. “Here he comes.” The nurse said, holding a baby boy in a green blanket the one that I had been delivered in. “I want you to hold him.” You told me. The nurse heard and held him out for me to hold. I grabbed him and cradled him in my arms, I was scared, he was as pale as me, I could see his hair, the tufts of H/C were soft. He slowly fluttered his eyes open, they were my eyes, the color, the shape. I simply adored him.

“Hello Noah.” I cooed. I looked at you and smiled, “He’s so beautiful.” I said. I heard Noah whimper, I handed him to you. Unsure of what to do. “He’s getting hungry.” You said. You breastfeed Noah. “Is that painful?” I ask out of curiosity. “Not really, all you feel is a slight tug.” You replied. I looked at her with an all knowing look, the woman I love is the the mother of my child. I couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“Our family.” You whisper. “Our family.” I smile, intertwining your hand in mine.

|Draco’s Thoughts End|

At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself…

“Draco, are you alright?” His mother interrupted his thoughts. “Yes, mother.” Draco sighed. “Just checking in on you. How’s Y/N?” Narcissa asked. Draco’s eyes widen in surprise to what his mother asked. “I don’t know.” Draco said. “I hope she’s all right.” Narcissa softly grinned. “Me too.” Draco frowned. “Don’t get sad, Draco.” Narcissa said. “I won’t.” Draco replied. “Goodnight.” Narcissa said. “Goodnight.” Draco says.

It was a long night, Draco talked to the moon that he so ever loved, it reminded kept reminding him of you. Draco couldn’t get rid of the fact that you were out there without him. You were the best thing that occurred to him, and he can never forget that. He remembered that one time Rita Skeeter, asked him odd questions.


“So rumors have been spreading around of you, is that correct Draco Malfoy?“ Rita Skeeter asked. Draco was out in public with his mother by his side. “We have to go.” Narcissa said, tugging on Draco. “About what?” Draco asked. “Oh, you’ve haven’t heard, people are saying that you are going crazy, talking to yourself.” Rita said. “We have to go.” Narcissa pulled Draco away. Draco walked silently by his mother. ‘Was this really happening?’ Draco thought. He never knew this was the new chat in the Wizarding World, but then thought about it clearly. ‘Was I really talking to himself?’ Draco thinks for an answer. Yet doesn’t have one.

|Retrospect End|

I’m feeling like I’m famous, the talk of the town
They say I’ve gone mad
Yeah, I’ve gone mad
But they don’t know what I know
Cause when the sun goes down someone’s talking back
Yeah, they’re talking back, oh

Narcissa tried finding ways to help her son, yet in the end it turns out to be a failure. She can’t help, but give up. “There has to be something to help him.” Narcissa told Lucius. Who was in the cell at Azkaban. “Get him a wife. That girl is never going to come back to him.” Lucius said. Narcissa looked up, her eyes lit up, “I’ll see.” Was all she said, getting up. “Goodbye Lucius.” Narcissa grinned. “Goodbye love.” Lucius smiled back. “I love you.” Lucius managed to reply. His emotions for Narcissa stood strong despite the dementors’ attacks.

So Narcissa did trying to find the perfect girl, that’s until Narcissa found Astoria Greengrass. Narcissa visited Lucius again and told him about her choice. They both agreed on arranging the two, until Draco found out and became angered at his mother. “You knew mum! You know.” Draco breathed. Draco tried relaxing to a calming state, “I’ll never love her.” Draco stated. “Draco.. please.” Narcissa tried to get him with her, it was no use. “Leave.” Draco said. “But Dr-” “I said leave!” Draco growled, Narcissa flinched and went away. Draco broke down crying. “I’ll always love you, Y/N.” Draco chocked. The sky looked darker than usual and the stars have seemed to vanish.

Talking to the moon
Trying to get to you
In hopes you’re on the other side talking to me too
Or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?


Draco’s eyes fluttered open, he scowled at the sun that blinded him. He laid by the Window still in the same position like last night. An owl then hooted, Draco looked at the owl that held a letter. Draco snatched the letter off the owl, he began to open the letter.

‘Hello Draco,

It’s Hermione Granger, I know you despise me, but don’t rip this letter, please, it was hard for me to right this letter. I can’t… write it again. Something has happened to Y/N, something that I can’t forgive myself for, she’s been killed, a death eater took her life. I’ve invited you to her funeral, she would’ve loved for you to come, Draco. It would be an honor to see you at her funeral. I’m sincerely sorry; she was my best friend and still is. I would’ve done anything to save her, but it was too late. I hate myself for the fact I could have saved her. Please come to her funeral.

Hermione Granger’

Draco screamed, then sobbed, it was truly the end. After all this time. Narcissa rushed to his room, she hunched down beside him and looked at the clutches letter in his hands wrinkling. “Shh.” Narcissa cooed.


Draco dressed in all black, he hated the color now. Since it meant something stronger, it meant death. He kept a frown on his face, dried tears stained his cheeks as he made his way to the Cemetery; he saw Harry, Ginny, Luna, Ron and the others there, crying and grieving. Draco felt like he could no longer cry. That’s until he saw your pale, fragile body. You looked stunning, even when your were gone. Tears spilled his eyes like waterfalls. Harry went up to Draco, they smiled weakly at each other.

“I’m s-sorry.” Harry cried. Draco seemed to get over the fact that he couldn’t blame. He couldn’t blame Love. He couldn’t blame Harry, Hermione or the others. All he could do is stand and feel a certain emptiness take over. “Draco.” Hermione’s soft voice rung through his ears, he gazed upward and met Hermione carrying a baby.

Do you ever hear me calling?
(Ah) oh oh oh
(Ah) oh oh oh
‘Cause every night

I’m talking to the moon
Still trying to get to you
In hopes you’re on the other side talking to me too
Or am I a fool, who sits alone, talking to the moon?

“You had a child? Congratulations.” Draco said in a slightly cheerful voice trying to sound happy. “It’s not mine, it’s yours.” Hermione said, she motioned for Draco to hold the baby, who appeared to be a month old. “M-Mine?” Draco asked. He held the baby and upon further inspection, he saw her. He saw you. Your dazzling H/C hair pairing with his blue-grey eyes. “She sacrificed herself for him.” Hermione told Draco. “I could’ve saved her too.” Hermione fell onto her knees putting her face in her hands.

Ron ran to her and held her up, trying to steady Hermione. “His name is Noah. Noah Draco L/N~Malfoy.” Hermione said, wiping her tears away. “He was born June fifth. Y/N went away from Hogwarts to protect him, to protect you.” Hermione said. “I’m his godmother.” Hermione smiled, yet it faltered. “He looks like her doesn’t he.” Hermione pointed out. “He does.” Draco said.

Draco held onto Noah, knowing that a piece of you was still with him. It amazed him that after all this time he was talking to the moon, you were talking back.

I know you’re somewhere out there
Somewhere far away

College!Tom AU: American House Parties

Summary: A few days before your roommate’s birthday, her boyfriend flies up to party the weekend away with her. You tag along for the celebration at friend’s house party where you meet two very attractive British foreign exchange students, Tom and Harrison, and their close friend. After a moment away with your roommate, you notice that Tom might be interested in your roommate. After learning about her boyfriend, will he give you a chance? Maybe! Will we ever learn the name of your roommate’s boyfriend? Yet another maybe!  

Warnings: underage drinking, weed, and some good old fashioned grinding!!!! (it’s probably PG-13)

feedback goes here and so do requests! // other writing

A Thursday night seems like a bad night to have a party. But everyone at your school knew the best parties were the ones on a Thursday night. Where you’d have to wake up and get to class, with less than two hours of sleep and the worst hangover of your life.

But you were one of the lucky ones who didn’t have class on Friday. You could sleep in, get plenty of fluids, take a nice, hot bath, whatever you wanted really. And since it was the weekend of Laura’s, your roommate, birthday; tonight seemed like the best time to let loose.

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anonymous asked:

Why do you believe Camren is real? (This is a serious question). According to the theories, they've been together for years yet, even being in the public eye, there isn't a single piece of evidence to prove a relationship. Literally all the "proof" is assumptions based on the way the girls make eye contact. All those Camren "proof" videos with specific moments between the girls can literally be made between EVERY girl. You can even make videos that make them all look like they loathe each other.

Oh my Ghad fam! Clara J. has found me!!! 😂A non-believer in the house! welcome to our domain. 💋 Here is a rose 🌹 for you. Shall I lay the red carpet? 🙃 Kiddin’ aside, my number 1 point since you were explicitly implying that we “alter” videos to make the “girls” look that they loathe at each other. Never have I ever posted an “edited looking at each other” video of any of the girls, ever. Second point, the right of “belief” is a basic universal right under the constitution, we can believe whatever seems real, genuine, and true to us, we do not ask you to believe with us. To each his own. Third, there are thousands of theories fact, what you are looking for is a direct spoon fed confirmation from the girls themselves, you won’t get it anytime soon hun, I suggest go back after a decade. Careers are on the line here, and did you actually think that the management would ever risk it, and let them hang out in public romantically to be scrutinized, and photographed by paparazzi? I don’t think so babe. Let them have that little bit privacy they are left with. Here we promote love only. We see love, and we promote it. ❣️Are we done here because I kinda need to walk my fish. 😉

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Anonymous said:Being Bella’s preteen sibling and Leah’s imprint would include?

A/N: I really liked this idea. I haven’t seen anything like it before, so I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with! Thanks so much for requesting, Sushine! - Admin Kat 💟

Being Bella Swan’s Preteen Sibling and Leah Clearwater’s Imprint:

- This certainly will NOT be a romance based imprinting, but a protector, guardian, sibling based imprinting.

- There’ll be tension since Leah cannot stand your sister Bella all that much.

- Like the sight of her makes her sick.

- Bella would be very protective of you, but not in the same way that the Cullen’s would be.

- “You guys have gotta cut Leah some slack. Sure, she’s irrationally impulsive with her temper, but my kid sister/brother is safe. Relax!” Bella would insist stubbornly.

- Constant bickering between Leah and the Cullen’s.

- “You hurt Bella’s brother/sister, you mutt, ad I’ll-” Edward would spit, only to be promptly cut short.

- “You’ll what, bloodsucker? I’ll beat you to the punch, you self-righteous a-” Leah would bark, only for her rapid sentence to be cut off by Bella.

- “Ah! That’s enough!” Bella would interject herself between the pair of them whilst giving a crude look towards you.

- Seth and yourself would become close, which is precisely something that cheers up Leah.

- Like, you’re gonna be a baby sister to Seth and he’ll be so damn protective of you.

- Leah is fierce asf, okay?

- Ain’t nobody going to fuck with you!

- All hell will break loose otherwise.


- Leah is also savage asf. She’s definitely NOT going to handle situations with confronting others well.

- “So, Leah…” Charlie begins sternly, “The school called me today, letting know that you dropped by for a talk.

- “Yeah, and? The teacher had it coming.” Leah would growl out defensively. “Besides, I get math, okay? They could not teach it.” she’d wave a hand dismissively at Charlie’s weariness.

- “Its not your place to-

- “Well it’s too late now, Chief…” she trails off.

- “What did you do?” Charlie growls, face growing hot.

- “Chill out, Chief Swan. All I did was have a talk with them.” Leah grins. “I’ve just potentially ruined their entire sanity and they’re resigning tomorrow. See,” she reaches for an apple in the middle of the table, “problem solved.” And thus the crunch of the ripe green apple penetrates the stunned and tense silence.

- If you’re getting bullied, Leah wouldn’t be able to handle it coolly at all, in which she’d have to personally have Jacob there along side of her.

- “Can’t we just take the chill way?” Jacob yawns dismissively.

- “I am chill.” she retorts back.

- “You’re shaking like an avalanche and I bet you’re going to make that kid into confetti.

- “Serves him ri-

- “I think I’ll handle this one!” Jake grins, only infuriating her more.

- But seriously, just one look at Leah and your bullies will shoot for the hills.

- Her daggers are able to pierce anyone and leave them scarred psychologically.

- Even though Leah can ‘bite’ and is rude, Charlie doesn’t have the heart to tear you two apart, - neither do the Cullen’s -. The bond that you two share is impenetrable and it’d break everyone’s heart to see you sad.

- Seeing you always brings Leah into a better mood, so much in fact that she’s forgotten all about Sam imprinting on Emily.

- If you’re going out of town, she insists on coming. She doesn’t trust vampires and it’s always a verbal tumble and rumble when Alice wants to bring you shopping (regardless if you’re a bloke or a chick).

- If you’re upset, feeling lonely, you name it; Leah is probably going to comprehend how you feel. She’s always going to make sure she can get you out of a bad stupor.

- “You know that I’ll never let anyone beat you up or hurt you, right?” she’d breathe down to you as you curl into her side. “I don’t care what your sister’s boyfriend and his family think or say: I will NEVER hurt you. You got that?

- Leah won’t necessarily be jealous, but she won’t enjoy the fact that you enjoy other people’s company. She’d rather you be in close reach in case anything goes wrong and would appreciate if she could bring a smile on your face.

- “You know that you’re better than everyone else, right Leah? Like, nobody is as tough as you or funny as you or…” and off you went on a tangent that caused her milky white teeth to beam brightly at you.

- You’d be quite caught up in the arguing that came with being Bella’s sibling and being Leah’s imprint: It’d actually really upset you.

- In the beginning, the Cullen’s would try to keep you at a safe distance, but once they see how much it bruises your heart, they’ll understand how deeply Leah means to you.

- Piggyback rides.

- Bringing out the absolute best in Leah.

- Standing up for Leah.

- “Who knew Leah even had a heart.” Jared would laugh.

- “Who knew you had a brain.” You’d shoot back defensively.

- “I do have a brain!” Jared would shout back at you.

- “Looks like it shot out of your ear when your mother gave birth to y-

- “Whoa okay! Who taught her/him that one?” Bella would interject, holding you back as Leah would grin.

- Leah not enjoying being called soft, but she really is around you.

- Leah would attend anything that’s special to you and wiggle her way out of patrol.

- Begging her not to be so grumpy.

- “Come on! You’ve gotta smile once in awhile. Wanna know why?

- “Why kid?

- “Because the world is so much brighter when you do.

- Leah would simply breathe a laugh, a smile filling up her features. “Has Jake been at teaching you those cheesy pick-up lines again?” And she’d just mess up your hair.

- You’d sometimes feel like you’re in the middle of a Tug-o-war and no one is listening to you.

- Leah badgering Alice about your future until the point where Alice will basically phone her the details. 

- Somehow, almost bringing Leah and Bella together. They won’t be perfectly in harmony but they’ve got you in mind, so they do their best to work together.

- I believe that regardless of your gender, Leah is going to be very maternal and nurturing towards you, which she can do with Seth, but it comes naturally for her towards you - until you come of age -.

- You’re the only one she lets hug her.

- She tends to go hiking with you or something that you’d like to do.

- She’s so much more responsible around and with you.

- She’ll bring you home on curfew.

- “But I wanna stay up later!” you’d whine.

- “I know, but school’s a drag and if you get through that without sleeping or detention, you get to see me?” she offers.

- Going to the packs bonfires and not understanding the stories at first but thinking they were cool and magical.

- Thinking it’s awesome that your imprint is a wolf and trying so hard not to let the secret slip.

- You were never frightened of seeing Leah turn into a wolf, you thought she was a cool witch or a superhero or something!

- When Bella was ‘ill’ and away for so long, you were really torn up about it, but was thankful when you got to see her again, but Leah didn’t forget how much Bella and all the Cullen’s did hurt you.

- Wanting to be a vampire so you can stay with Bella, but not knowing the real risks or any gory details and Leah stepping at the same time as the Cullen’s to say, “NO!”.

- Leah is going to do the best she can with you and will prove all of her doubters wrong.

- You and her will be practically inseparable. You’ll be in the best hands of La Push.

Please keep requesting imagines! If you like it, please follow for more.

*I’ve Got A Feeling* Newt x reader

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Dear Author, it is great to have You back. Hope that You are doing great with all that You planned. So, here is the request… We’ll, Newt and Reader are in sort of magical marriage. And the vow of this marriage gives a special connection of souls. Deep feeling of each other. She is an Auror went on mission missing. And for some time connection sort of not there. Angst, but happy ending. Many best wishes from me to You.

◘ Enjoy, lovelies! ^_^ I hope to post some more requests tomorrow on my day off! xx

Kicking off your shoes, you hung your coat up and made your way over to the couch. Falling in to the cushions, you heard your husband make his way in to the room. You had been married for almost two years now and you shared a special magical ability: a special connection with deep feeling for each other. Newt could sense when you were hurt, sad, scared and vice versa. 

“Long day?” He asked. You looked up at him and nodded, yawning.

“Incredibly.” You were currently working at The Ministry as an Auror and your days were incredibly long. Your husband, Newt, was supportive of you and never made you feel bad about the long days, which helped. However, you missed spending time with him and hoped tonight you could maybe cuddle and talk. 

“Are you hungry? I have some dinner left for you… I wasn’t sure when you’d be home." 

"I’d love that!” Newt smiled at you and pulled out his wand. With a simple flick and swish, a plate of food made its way over and gently rested atop the coffee table. Taking in the delicious smells, you picked up your fork and began to eat. Newt took a seat next to you and lovingly kissed your shoulder. Giggling, you held your hand to your mouth to prevent any food from falling out. 

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anonymous asked:

Could you do some headcanons of cress Thorne Scarlet and wolf when all 4 of them were still on the rampion together giving out the medicine

  • Wolf hates—hates—the Rampion’s safety harnesses.
    • They really weren’t designed with giant wolfmen in mind, of course, so they never quite fit right until Thorne can special order a custom set for him. As a result, Wolf does his best to get out of wearing them in the meantime.
    • Not that he can usually sneak that past Scarlet. 
      • “Put your harness on.” “But—” “I won’t have you flying through the windshield when Thorne inevitably crashes the ship into the side of a mountain. Put. It. On.”
      • *Cue pouting Wolf*
    • However, the fact that Wolf hates the harnesses doesn’t mean that he’ll let anyone else get away with not wearing them.
      • Cress is notoriously bad about “forgetting” to wear them, which results in many an instance of a determined Wolf reaching over a sputtering Cress to buckle her in.
  • Scarlet can only take the cold metal and military decor of the Rampion for so long before she takes it upon herself to bring a touch of green aboard and buys a houseplant.
    • It lives in a small pot in the galley, where everyone takes turns watering it.
    • At one point, Cress suggests that they should name it, but no one can agree on a suitable name.
  • Once, during a series of stops in Northern Canada, Wolf and Thorne got into an ongoing snowball war.
    • Wolf would be in the middle of hauling a crate from the Rampion into the loading dock, only to feel a sudden impact and coldness against the back of his head. He turns, only to find Thorne grinning at him and rolling another snowball.
    • Thorne would be sitting in the pilot’s seat running the before-takeoff diagnostics, only to yelp at the sensation of an icy chill running down his back while Wolf rumbles out a laugh and dusts the remnants of the snow he carried in from outside off his hands.

Anon requested competitive!Minghao where you get into a contest and you’re kind of mean to each other during because you want to win, but you end up really respecting each other.  

You were friends with Mingyu first, and now you’re friends with the rest of Seventeen through his introduction. You love them all, but the boy who seems to impact you most strongly is a certainly lanky member of the performance team. The one who takes any chance to dab, make a biting hilarious comment, or quickly reassure a sad friend in his no-nonsense voice. The one who is an intriguing balance of cool and cute. With perfect arms and a smile to die for. But also the most infuriating person you had ever met. Minghao. 

You find your thoughts drifting to him even now, as you walk into the dorms with Mingyu. Your eyes linger on a familiar jacket hanging on a hook, and you remembered how unfairly good it looks on its owner. You almost want to try it on just to prove you would look better. Mingyu laughs.

“Oh god, you’re so obvious.” he says. 

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anonymous asked:

So for the Grandaddy Zarkon au and season 3, what if Keith's mom is Lotor's sister? Like Lotor realizes early on that the red paladin acts just like his sister. And the "weak link" Lotor uses isn't Lance but Keith with knowledge of his mother and by being a loving uncle who spoils him rotten and tells him stories of his mother and family and gives him the sense of normalcy and familial belonging he's always craved and never really gotten as a child. And Lotor takes full on advantage of that.


But I want Lance development in season 2

Keith as the weak link would be so interesting though. Especially in this case scenario. 

-I can totally see Lotor holding it over Keith’s head for a long time. Teasing him with the idea, but never out right telling him. 

-In fact, i bet Hunk would figure it out before Keith. Or Pidge. But they would be hesitant to tell him because they know it’s a sore spot for him, and don’t want to make it easier for Lotor to get his foot in the door.

-So they tell Allura, Coran, and Lance instead hoping they all can guide Keith away from the truth. Especially since Shiro isn’t there to help, and Shiro knows Keith best of all. 

-In fact, if Keith becomes the weak link, how about black paladin Lance anybody? Which actually makes it worse for Keith because he’s let down the team and Shiro’s wishes.

-But he can’t do anything, because he knows Lance is doing a better job than he is at the moment.

-The team having to separate Keith in battle because of Lotor’s promises, and Keith getting angry because he has the right to know and he can still help

-Coran attempting to fill in as the blue lion and Lance cringing hard core at that. 

-Eventually Lotor is going to get pissed, and in the guise of trying to kidnap Allura, takes Keith instead. 

-It would be a mess and Lance would literally have so many character development moments. 

-Hunk, Pidge and Lance having to remind Keith that he already has a family you hotheaded quiznacker 

I love it. I love it I love it!!! This would be a win-win! This kinda turned into a Black Paladin Lance post, but it’s also a reminder that Zarkon could still be Keith’s Grandfather! Mwahahahaha


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you can see the golden, pink sunrise peaking up from the city skyline from the view inside your grandmother’s cafe. a yawn escaped your lips without your permission and you lightly smacked your cheeks to get you to wake a bit more.

with all the chairs turned over and placed on the ground from their night’s rest on the tables, you dragged your feet behind the counter to start up the coffee makers and to check the timers on the pastries that were baking in the back. 

as you filled one of the machines with your favorite blends to make your own cup of coffee to fully wake you before the cafe actually opened, a light tap on the glass doors distracted you. your eyes quickly meet a pair of dark, chocolate brown orbs that were slightly hidden behind his messy fringe. even with more than half of his face being covered by a black mask and his dark hair, you felt yourself blush as he gave you a gentle wave to open the door.

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Song Preference: LOUD (Fuck It)

Vinny: Underpaid, you graduate, to build somebody else’s dream
You slammed the door behind you as you stormed into the apartment. You were already tearing at your uniform, desperate to not be in it a second longer than you had to be. Vinny knew it had to have been a pretty rough day, so while you silently fled to your room he went to the freezer and grabbed a carton of ice cream and two spoons. He crawls into bed with you and you immediately begin your rant about how awful your job is. “I just- I feel like I’m wasting my life. I just spent my entire life in school and the only job I can get is supervisor at a grocery store. It’s like it was all for nothing!” Vinny pulls you in closer as you bury your face in his neck. “I know baby, I know. I promise though you’ll find something better, you’re too perfect to not be successful and sooner or later you’ll find a job that will recognize that.” You sigh, already feeling yourself melt into Vinny’s arms. “You always know just what to say.” “Yeah, that’s ‘cause I’m perfect too.” He smirked as you reached for the ice cream.

Chris: Say “fuck it”, make the best of it
“Well it’s… nice.” You stammered as you dropped your bags. You and Chris had planned a weekend away in Philly, but it hadn’t quite gone as you’d hoped. First, it rained the whole drive up and was supposed to continue the entire weekend, and derail most of your plans. Then your hotel lost your reservation which lead you here. The two of you had just checked into a crappy motel outside the city, which hadn’t been updated since the mid 1970s and smelt vaguely like stale cigarettes. Chris looked around the room, deflated. “I’m sorry Y/N, this isn’t what I had planned.” “That doesn’t matter,” you said wrapping your arms around his waist “we did this to spend time with each other, and that hasn’t changed. We can still have a great weekend in a crappy hotel on a rainy weekend. Besides, I bet it’ll make for a good story someday.” Chris smiled down at you. “Yeah, someday.” You roll your eyes “For now we’ll just have to make the best of it. Like fuck it, we’ve seen worse,” you said as he smirked “We’ll be fine babe. Hell it’ll be great!” Your boyfriend sighed but he knew you were right. “Ok, ok. Let’s see if we can catch a movie or something.”

Devin: Don’t become another victim, put a smile on that face
“I don’t wanna goooo,” You whined to Devin as you got dressed for class “My professor is a douche, I can’t stand him.” For good reason. He’s 60 years old and still uses terms like ‘faggot’, and talks about how millennials don’t work hard enough. “So call him out on it, someone needs to educate him.” You sighed “Last time someone called him on it he told them not to bother showing up to class anymore.” Normally you wouldn’t hesitate to rip this guy a new one, but this was a required course that was only taught every other semester and you couldn’t risk not graduating on time. “Well,” Devin hummed as he came up behind you “you’re going to hate this, but you need to just to put on a fake smile and go to class—and before you argue you know this fucker isn’t worth messing up your graduation date!” You huff, knowing he’s right. Devin kisses the top of your head “Don’t be another victim of this bastard’s ignorance.” “I hate it when you’re right.” “You mean all the time?” He snickers as you shove his shoulders before continuing to get ready for class.

Ricky: You gotta be loud, you gotta be rude, so the world can hear you
You’d never been very assertive. In fact when you were younger you were something of a pushover. You’d always hated it about yourself, but you just didn’t like conflict. Dating Ricky had made you much more confident, but even so these things still weren’t easy for you. One day the two of you were out shopping: you were looking for a copy of The Iliad to replace the one you’d lost when moving. Finally you found the last copy on the shelf, but when you turned to tell Ricky an old man snatched the book off the shelf from beneath your finger tips. “Wait that was mine.” The man scowled back at you, mumbling about ‘your generation’ and ‘lack of respect’. You were crushed—for about .06 seconds before Ricky started in on the guy. “HEY! That was her fucking book! You wanna preach about respect— get a real hobby and stop antagonizing my girl you sick mother fucker!” You watch the color drained from the old man’s face as Ricky snatched the book from his hands and pulled you away. “Thanks babe.” You smiled, holding his hand hoping to calm him down. Ricky looked down at you with a half smile, “Yeah, well, sometimes you gotta be a little rude to get what’s yours.” “I’ll try to remember that.” you smiled as you kissed his cheek.

Ryan: With a noose as a tie… did you fantasize of a much different life
“Do you ever stop and wonder, like, what if?” Ryan looked at you questioningly “What?” The two of you were laying down on the roof of his apartment drinking beer and looking at the stars. You guys were about to finish off another 6-pack and you were getting philosophical. “Like, what if I’d finished college, or what if my family wasn’t so shitty, or what if… what if life didn’t suck so much, or was just… better?” “Nope.” You rolled to your side to face him. “No?” “No, I don’t wonder ‘what if’. Ever.” “Why not?” “Because,” he mused “if any of those things had been any different I wouldn’t be here with you, and you’re worth all the bullshit that brought us here.” “Aww Ryan.” You cooed as your boyfriend turned a new shade of pink. “Oh shut up.” He mumbled as he took another sip of his beer. “Well, I’m glad I’m here too. You’re worth all the bullshit in the world, you keep me going.” Ryan turned back to you and kissed you lightly, and you knew somehow you’d be ok.