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Manager’s Daughter (PART TWO)- Jack Avery Imagine

Hi Guys! Thank you for making part one of “Manager’s Daughter” (Which can be found through the masterlist link in my bio) my most popular imagine! All the lovely comments are very special to me, and a part two was highly requested. I hope this lives up to your expectations :)

I lied and said this would be short but…

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Time stops for no man, so Jack had to continue the tour while acting like nothing was wrong. He really wasn’t as happy without you. Sure, Jack enjoyed performing, but guilt was eating away at him. Show after show, he found himself wanting to look off into the wings and see that familiar face. It was the worst feeling to know that he pushed a loyal person to the point that they no longer cared. When you were always around, he took you for granted, because he thought you’d always stay. It just took him way too long to figure that out for himself. 

 Jack hesitantly knocked on the door of his manager’s hotel room and stuffed his shaky hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans. Jack had become visibly stressed at this point. His eyes darted from the floor to the door handle and he bounced on his heels impatiently. “Coming!” your dad called from the other side. Jack took a deep breath and watched the door swing open. Your dad was standing in the doorway, smiling at him. “Hey Jack! What’s up?”

 “I- I kind of messed up… By kind of, I mean big time,” Jack stammered. Your dad’s facial expression dropped and he breathed a deep sigh. “You aren’t fighting with one of the boys are you? Is it Zach? Because I told him to stop pulling unnecessary pranks already… especially after he smashed that watermelon in the tour bus…” Jack shook his head and interrupted your father’s humorously incorrect train of thought. “No. No. I’m actually uh-“

 Dang it. How do I say this? he thought to himself. How do I say “I totally made your daughter cry and leave tour but I actually think you should let me date her” without sounding insane? 

“-um. I am actually talking about y/n… I kind of told everyone, including her as well, that we were just friends and I- uh. I-”

 “Lied?” your dad added. 

 Jack’s eyes widened and his thoughts started racing. 

Oh my goodness. He knows.

 The response sounded like less of a question and more of a clear-cut answer. “I’m an idiot for thinking y/n wouldn’t have told you already. Oh gosh…” Jack murmured. He ran a hand through his curls and looked down at the old hotel carpet. To his surprise, your dad was laughing at him. He no longer looked so serious, a grin spread across his face. 

“Actually no. She didn’t. Y/n told me she was homesick, but she is an awful liar, especially to me. I figured something else was going on…” Jack let out the breath that he had been holding in- silently praising you for not spilling the truth about the ruined first kiss. “You think I can’t sense the tension between you two? The night before she left, when you heard she was packing her things and you ran out to the bus? C’mon Jack. The last time I saw you run that fast was when you were sprinting inside the Jimmy Johns to pick up a sandwich,” he replied. Jack hadn’t noticed until then that his hands were sweating. He wiped them on the sides of his jeans and bit the inside of his cheek. It was a nervous habit Jack couldn’t shake. “So you aren’t… mad? Or?” 

 Your dad just shrugged. “Honestly? At first, I was pissed. I felt like it was my fault that I let her get so close with the band in the first place. She has spent countless hours at the Why Don’t We house, you spent all your spare time on the last tour together, and when you are apart, I know you stay up late on FaceTime calls. That’s why you get no sleep! I started second guessing myself; I thought maybe the decision to bring her along wasn’t professional… but the truth hit me really hard. She wouldn’t want me to be angry with you. After all, she made up a fake reason as to why she wanted to leave just to protect you. Whatever is going on with you two is quite obviously out of my control,” he explained and put up his hands in surrender. 

 A wave of relief immediately washed over Jack. He raised a hand to his reddened face in an effort to cool it down. Your dad looked him in the eyes and continued, “I don’t know exactly what you did wrong that caused her to flee like that, and honestly, I don’t want all of the details. I just know that you are a decent kid… Look. As a father, I feel required to mention that if you act like a jerk to my daughter, I’m going to have to kick your butt. Fortunately for you, I don’t have enough time to kick your butt this time around. You have an off day tomorrow, and I believe you owe someone a visit.” 


6:00 AM. California Time. 

Your eyes slowly opened when you heard your phone vibrate and rattle the contents of your bedside table. The notification from an incoming text caused your screen to illuminate the bedroom. 

 Jack Avery

Last time I saw you was complicated. Maybe I should be clear this time. It sucks not having you here. 

You reached out to grab your phone, but your hand just hovered over the screen.

  What if he’s just messing with my head again? Maybe I shouldn’t text back. Maybe I shouldn’t get attached to him again. 

Muscle memory took over and you opened the phone- reading the text three times over to make sure you understood it correctly.

You began texting back:

 I miss you. Nope don’t send that. Delete.

 I miss tour. Still no. Delete. 

 Okay. Yeah. Send. 

That’s all you could think to say this early in the morning to the boy that broke your heart. “Okay.” 

 His typing bubble taunted you for a few seconds before his reply popped up. 

Okay? That’s all I get for flying back to L.A. on my day off? 

Just one glance at the text was all it took for you to drop the phone directly on your own face. Once you had a second to process the shock, you scrambled to pick up your phone again and jump out of bed. Your thumbs frantically typed back as you sped to the bathroom. 

 You did not. What are you talking about? 

 He shot back another response. 

It’s quite dark outside still. So, I’d like it if you came an answered your door. 

You stared at your reflection in the mirror; your hair fell in a natural mess around your head, and you only had on a baggy t-shirt and shorts. Trying to look somewhat presentable, you splashed water in your face and attempted to wipe off your tired expression. In an effort to not wake the other family members in your house, you crept downstairs and shuffled to the front door. Jack’s sleepy eyes met you on the other side. Even though he had warned you of his presence, you still gasped at the sight in front of you. You placed a hand on Jack’s shoulder and proceeded to back him up so that you were standing further away from your house. 

“What are you doing here?” you whispered screamed. “It is six in the morning and you are going to wake my siblings or my mom. They don’t know you are here. Are you supposed to be here? How did you even get here on such short notice? Do you have a show tonight or-”  Jack raised a finger to his lips. “Shh. It’s okay. Calm down. The band has an off day today. Your dad knows I’m here.”

  “My dad knows you are here?!” you hissed frantically. Jack signaled again for you to lower your voice. “Hey. Shh. I’ll explain. Your dad knows everything. Well… I don’t think he knows about that night that- that you know…” You jumped in to finish the sentence for him. “-that we kissed.” Jack nodded his head slowly. “Yes. That we kissed. But he knows how I feel. He knows how you feel. He’s the one that let me come out here in the first place.”

 You shook your head in disbelief. “How does he know everything? I didn’t say a word about us.” You groaned and jabbed your pointer finger in his direction. “I fibbed my ass off back there just to make sure he wouldn’t suspect any wrongdoing on your part. I actually tried to save your reputation.” Jack just continued to nod his head in affirmation. “I know. I know you did. But I talked to your dad yesterday. I went to go fess up. I went to go apologize for being a jerk to his daughter. To be honest, I completely expected to get an awful reaction and get shunned, but turns out your dad is way more attentive than we thought.” 

 You opened your mouth to object, but nothing came out. Although your dad didn’t always know about you and Jack’s mutual, unspoken wish to be more than friends, he knew how tight knit you had become with the band. For all the hours you guys spent together to suddenly come to an end? For you to abandon your love for traveling and live music without warning? Your dad would have to be stupid not to realize something was seriously wrong. 

 Jack could visualize the gears turning in your head, so he tried to keep explaining. “Y/n. As much as we’ve tried to keep us a secret, we never were. Yeah, we kept our true feelings hidden from your dad for a while, but the boys saw through our act. It has always been painfully obvious how much we care about each other, so it was stupid of me to ever try denying it. And I can’t promise you that everyone will approve of this… I can’t promise the fans will like us together either… Honestly I’m scared as hell to want you, but I caught the first red eye available and here I am wanting you anyway,” he insisted, still speaking in a hushed tone. 

 You know you really care about someone when you can’t hate them for breaking your heart. That’s exactly how you felt about Jack. As much as he had hurt you over the past few weeks, you just wanted to be with him again. Jack stepped closer to you and intertwined both of your hands in his. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to be my girlfriend, because we both know that’s not true.”

You rolled your eyes at him, even though Jack was obviously correct. “Maybe you’re right… but I still think you’re crazy for flying across the country just to tell me that.” As the space between your bodies narrowed, you glanced over your shoulder and through the windows. The paranoia still lingered from that night. “Jack… someone could be watching again.” He pressed his lips to the side of your forehead and whispered, “Who cares? You aren’t my little secret anymore.” You turned back towards him and locked eyes once again, laughing softly. “It’s about time.”

Jack’s lips connected with yours, and this time, without reservation.

anonymous asked:

If Ketch's new orders are to eliminate the Americans hunters, then she's going to have to kill Mary, and they have a thing even if they say they don't have a thing, Ketch it's, actually, the one who looked like he knew about the thing but was too insecure or oblivious about it to tell her anything. It'd be... i DONT know, if that's the case I hope Mary kills him before

I’m not really sure I understand what you mean there, but yes, I do agree that Ketch and Mary are having very different reactions to their (unforeseen) night of fun. I think that episode revealed a lot about who Ketch is and what he wants, but, since this is Buckleming, I’m not sure it was intentional, and how seriously should we take it. For instance, we now know with some certainty that Ketch is colour-blind, in a sense - that when we’ve seen him being rude to women, it wasn’t about them being women, per se - Ketch seems to operate in a world where the only people worthy of respect are those who do his job, and do it well. And, even more unusual, he doesn’t seem to mind if someone - even an outsider like Mary - is better than him. When she corrects him in front of Mick, who, after all, is supposed to be his boss, telling him they’ve killed eight shape-shifters, and not seven, Ketch is not annoyed in the least. Instead, he’s admirative. Considering he’s an alpha male who kills and tortures people for a living, this tells us a great deal about how his mind works.

(Mary’s attitude in that scene tells us a lot about her as well - here she is, the failed daughter, the failed wife and the failed mother, doing the only thing she knows how to do and doing it whit a proud smile on her face. I’d say there is a parallel with Dean in there somewhere, Daddy’s blunt instrument and all that, but I’m not sure it’d be appropriate - after all, we know Dean wants out, in some way; that he doesn’t want to be that person, never has. Mary, on the other hand - despite her insistence in pointing out she can ‘have it all’ is not, in fact, having it all. Whatever she says, she’s deliberately chosen hunting and killing over her sons, and she’s having a whale of a time. This is not a moral judgement: I’m simply trying to understand the character.)

Like - when Ketch was talking to Dean, he never showed his hand at all, in a way. But when Mary told him she once left hunting behind because she wanted a normal life, David does an excellent job to convey what would be pity on someone else’s face and is, instead, a kind of half empathy on Ketch’s. I have this feeling that while he was trying to make Dean his (if not sexually, than professionally, even if the subtext supported both readings), here Ketch is acknowledging he himself belongs to Mary. In that whole scene, he behaves like a subordinate - flattering without being unctuous, polite without being distant. And when he says out right that he understands and respects her unusual and ‘unwomanly’ choices (“Mrs Winchester, I believe you’re drawn to danger.”) - I believe that’s when something inside Mary woke up and decided that, after all, why not? They’re adults, and they’ve got a room, and look at this gorgeous man. In a way, he is to Mary what Crowley was to Dean - a bad influence, sure, but also genuinely attached to her within the limits of his capability to feel anything, and also non judgemental in any way and completely hers.

(In fact, I can see Drowley beginning in very much the same way during that ‘summer of love’ Dean and Crowley shared: I have no problem whatsoever in seeing this exact scene play out - Crowley offering Dean a drink in this same amused, friendly, slightly subservient way, and Dean suddenly ignoring the glass and catching Crowley’s tie in his hand instead; and pulling.)

The thing with men, though, is that - and it could be cultural, or biological - I really don’t know - very often they assume sex will change things. Since sex enpowers them but sullies you, you sometimes meet this power shifting attitude - as the old movies told us in greatest detail, women have control over men as long as they don’t sleep with them; but once the deed is done, the thing is reversed, because, as I said, sex makes men stronger and women weaker.

(Exposed to the dangers of gossip and pregnancy, that is; cheaper and dirty now their virginity is gone.)

As idiotic as this concept is, it somehow persists and lasts, and I think you could see it unfolding in this last episode as well: how Ketch’s careful politeness changes to a sort of cockiness - look at him, sitting up against the headboard, completely naked, his legs open, his penis (still this ever-important sign of masculinity and power and all things sacred) in full display. Contrast him with Mary, already dressing, as if hiding her own nudity, and slowly putting her wedding ring back on like some sinful adulteress. But next, and, okay, for once they wrote an interesting thing, the relationship between them is reversed. Ketch tries to be dominant and mark some kind of point, and Mary shoots him down every time. Having sex was her decision, not his; she’s now deciding it doesn’t mean anything, and he doesn’t have any say in that; and when Ketch confesses, with some regret, that he’s okay with it because he’s not ‘built’ for that and he’s not, in fact, capable to care for other people, just like her, Mary’s almost needlessly petty in pointing out that, again, he’s wrong, because she can, and she did - with someone else, that is, and certainly not him. At that point - and, again, I like how David played this, because he tried to cover himself at first, closing his arms across his chest, but then he sort of - manned up, so to say, and got all alpha again, choosing to remain there stark naked despite Mary’s word and even playing a card he knew would upset her: “I notice you took my advice. You had a choice to make - your work or family ties…”. Ketch doesn’t finish his sentence, but he doesn’t have to. Mary may be a strong woman, and also an unusual one, but she knows her relationship with her sons is far from perfect, and also that she’s a big part of the reason why. Hearing Ketch pointing it out - yeah, that must have smarted a bit - and, again, instead of being a ‘good’ woman and take the criticism, Mary lashes out and defends herself. And this is when Ketch finally takes a step back, because this is the kind of people he’s been trained (or trained himself) to respect: a bigger alpha.

So, really, I don’t know how to read this whole thing. I think it’s a big character shift for Ketch and almost invalidates the idea he’s a psychopath, but, then again, psychopaths are hard to write, so there’s that as well. I still don’t know what to make of Mary, and if I like her as a person (I do like her as a character, though - good choices all around). And, finally, I can’t help but feel that, if you took their relationship and that entire dialogue and gender-bended it, well, here you go - Buckleming did manage to insert their usual bit of dubcon, and yay, because look at it - Mary’s clearly superior to Ketch in most ways (professionally and, very clearly, emotionally), so if this was Mark Winchester seducing wide-eyed, damaged and vulnerable assassin Ms Ketch, who calls him Mr Winchester and hopes sex will lead to something more even if, sadly, she’s not sure she can ever love anyone - yep. They never disappoint, do they?

19. "Please don't go."

Scott: This was the usual with Scott, he’d always be too busy for any alone time with the two of you, if anything you’d be lucky to see him once every two weeks. Of course you constantly brought it up it worried you that this could be the thing to end you two. Scott would always say he would make time, but it never happened. Scott wild, slightly annoyed eyes started at you in your sitting down position on his rectangular bed. “I just can’t do this anymore sc-.” His name was quickly cut off by him, blocking his ears. “No,no I can’t hear you.” Now it was your turn to be annoyed, as you quickly walked towards the door, not being able to see him taking any of this converataion seriously. His arms stole you, bringing you into his warm embrace. “Please don’t go.”

Stiles: “Babe, babe just please relax.” Stiles strong, veiny hand held your car door, not allowing it to close. “No! I’m sick of being your last priority. Its not fair Stiles.” Angered ached inside you, and honestly you didn’t care anymore, this happened over and over again that you were use to it. Stiles quickly panicked wrapping his muscular arms around your neck, pulling you into an awkward, half sitting hug. “Please don’t go.” His voice horse just above a whispher, and suddenly you cared again.

Theo: “Stop, you love me (y/n).” Theo’s eyes were desperate, trying to get some kind of reaction from you as he blocked the only exit to the room. “That’s before you tried killing my friend.” You quickly answered, trying to escape from the little opening left, but his man made werewolf powers were too strong and soon you were in his arms, his hug. “I’m only trying to do this to protect you, and everyone else.” “Besides scott.” You spit, pushing against his firm chest. But he was too strong, his face burrying deep into the crase of your neck. “Please dont go, please don’t break me.”

Liam: After a horrible weekend and not being able to see your boyfriend because of grounding you were so happy to see him the next day in school, of course you even texted him to come to your locker extra early, But you were left only stood up. Finally after the bell rang you decided to go look for him, finding him and Hayden together. You were quiet, mostly because you were hurt and didn’t really want to face Liam at the moment. It was too late, when he seen you, he was mentally cursing himself out, Before  you could get any further down the halls, his big arms made their way home to you, “Please don’t go I’m sorry.”

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saphael analysis

i’m so emotional. raphael’s seriously trying to get simon to warm up to him, and really, i think that when he sneaks up on him, tries to get him to stay/go places with him, etc., he’s really trying to get simon to assimilate and feel comfortable at his home. he really truly wants simon as a friend and wants him to feel comfortable, and this is raphael’s silly way of trying to accomplish that.

but what makes me sad is that simon still isn’t comfortable. i know it’s early on, and he’s probably only been with raphael for a week to a few weeks now (maybe less?) but simon’s still nervous. he’s not just nervous about what he is, his life, etc., but he’s nervous with raphael. look at this gif here:


if you look at simon’s reaction, he can’t tell that raphael isn’t upset. because really, raphael could care less and is thirsty for blackmail from his nerd not angry with simon at all, as we see by this scene and the next scene-when he makes up a position for simon in order for him to stay. but here, when raphael says this line, you can see simon’s worried expression. he looks genuinely nervous, like he doesn’t know what to expect next. he swallows deeply. he obviously still can’t see when raphael is teasing or when raphael cares/when he doesn’t, etc. 

in this scene, we get background knowledge that simon and raphael do talk and do discuss things. it’s nice to know that they must sit down and have conversations, or just a chance to talk about things, perhaps even personal stories? (i’m hoping)


the funny thing here, though, is that simon has the upper hand. he’s teasing raphael back, just like he does to him, and he’s being snarky. (cute, simon, snarky’s cute on you.) he isn’t worried about angering raphael too much (well, he does have the info, so he could just not be worried bc raphael can’t stop him from this one thing) and raphael looks tense instead. he’s trying to keep firm, but we all know raphael’s a tiny baby inside. he hides his soft interior with fancy language and an air of toughness. oh, child, it will come out eventually. hopefully simon will see this soon.

also, raphael trying to get him to stay. (sirens go off in the distance, people yell in joy) wow. like, he genuinely looks happy when he says “stick around.” he likes how he negotiated, and this is enough to want simon to stay. or at least, it’s an excuse. i’m not sure if he wants him to stay because he’s a good vampire in training, though. there’s something else behind this. he’s too keen… and that means he truly wants simon’s friendship/relationship!!

he also shows praise towards simon when he says “i’m surprised you know that much” after sneaking up on him. he is truly impressed with simon!! so impressed!! it’s wonderful. however, he gets simon back when he tells him that he should be working on training in reference to his enhanced senses, and by the look on simon’s face, you can tell that simon knows this is what he should be doing. he looks a bit ashamed, in a way. he knows he should be getting used to this place, and that he should be working on himself as a vampire. finally, in a way, simon is accepting it, but it’s just a small detail that hints us on that. 

simon also isn’t sure when raphael is joking just yet. when raphael sneaks up on him, simon isn’t even smiling afterwards. he’s probably still upset with his whole situation, too upset to laugh it off, but raphael is obviously teasing and doing this out of amusement. eventually, this will be funny to simon, when their relationship is closer and there’s more comfort.


(raphael’s smirk!! he’s holding back laughter. gotta tell you, he really is.)

lastly, though, i just want to point this out: raphael looks at simon with intent. 


my favorite thing about this gif above is that raphael’s gaze goes from simon’s eyes downward. he’s looking simon up and down, and like the other gifs in that post, everytime raphael looks at him, he’s glued to simon’s eyes with a unique intensity. he genuinely cares about every word out of the other’s mouth, and that look signifies feelings for simon (ding ding ding!!). but if we do take into account that raphael never looks anywhere but at simon’s eyes (like the sneaking up gif-his eyes don’t waver once), it should be interesting that raphael removes them in this gif above. maybe it’s because he’s nervous (the conversation was about things he didn’t want to discuss), maybe it’s because he’s distracted by simon’s gorgeousness, or maybe it’s something more… ;)


we have to get down to the bottom of this!! RAPHAEL CARES ABOUT SIMON SO MUCH!! is it love or friendship or vampire family-ness or what because it’s killing me.

raphael’s agreed to help simon from the beginning! first, he saved him from camile. second, he saved him from camille again, taking his body to clary and the others. third, he promised to watch and take care of him, going off to search for him. after simon states that he’s a monster, he truly cares, telling him softly that he will take him back to hotel dumort in safety and feed him, and welcome him home. he really wants simon to feel comfortable, and he’s trying so hard to make him feel comfortable. from the start!! also, when simon calls raphael a monster and then himself a monster, raphael visibly lightens and takes the statement to heart. he looks so upset. he doesn’t get mad, because somewhere inside, he probably thinks that’s true. he feels like a monster, but he’s trying to change, trying to show that he was human once too and he can feel and care and rescue and love. he feels so much emotion, and simon’s going to realize that soon enough. brb just made myself cry with this paragraph

anonymous asked:

I don't understand why people love Danny so much. It's not just about the fact that she's kinda preventing hollestein from happening. I don't like the way she acts, she's trying to please Hollis too much. Idk, i just find her annoying. Why do u like her???

hello anon! sorry for the delay, but i think my heart has finally calmed enough to answer your question. i understand that not everyone loves danny. i get that. everyone is entitled to their own opinion. but to me, danny is something special. let me tell you why I think danny lawrence is so spectacular

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kpopmusicbooks7  asked:

Can i request bts and got7 reaction to you dating them and receiving hate beacuse you are 2001 liner and they are comforting you? Sorry if this request or my english sucks. Love you and your blog <3 don't stop writing <3 *-* ^^

Got7 come`s in their own part! Your English does not suck and thanks lovely <3 

Kim Seokjin/Jin:  

Jin would make all your favorite dishes and eat them with you, he would make you smile by holding you tight and kiss your temple “y/n you are the one only for me, so dont worry about what they say. All that is important is that you are mine and you always will”.

Kim Namjoon/Rapmonster:

Namjoon would do a long speech about why you should not care about this *que poetic namjooon* he would talk about people he knew, the president in the US, cats and dogs. He would not just make a really long speech about it, no trouble if you fall asleep b`cause he will continue.

Jung Hoseok/J-hope:

Hoseok as the sunshine he is would spin you around while screaming all the things he loved about you “y/n YOU ARE MY HOPE!!!” he would do silly things to make you laugh and he would then hug you and kiss you. He would then be all serious and say that it was nothing to care about.

Min Yoongi/Suga

Suga would be pretty serious about this, he would make you a song or a rap that said all the words he did not manage to say. He would have you sit on his lap while listening to it, after you were done listening he would say with hus gummy smile “all that is important is that i love you”.

Park Jimin/Jimin:

Jimin would be reading up loud a list he made about all the things he loved about you “smile,soul and heart” would be his favorite things on the list. He would kiss you and say with a smile “i will always love you for who you are y/n”.

Kim Taehyung/V:

He would take all his stuffed animals and make them hug you and the he would hug you even tighter and say “y/n you are the best thing in my life, you are even better than strawberries and anime!” he would kiss you all over too.

Jeon Jeong Guk/Jungkook:

He would be little unsure what to do, so he would hold you tight and sing to you a song about how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. He would then try to make you laugh by doing ayego and kiss your temple.

Live A Little (Part 3)

(In case you missed it, here’s part 2)


Staring at Ashton, you felt like everything was crashing down again.

“It’s not what it looks like I swear”

As soon as you said these words, you quickly glanced to look at Calum, who was now giving you a look you couldn’t quite decipher.

No? Than what the fuck does it look like?”

Hearing Ashton’s voice, you turned to face him, staying quite.

You knew what it looked like. 

Hell, just 15 seconds ago, you liked what it felt like. 

But now? 

You were completely confused.

I don't know, i just-”

Cutting you off, he laughed harshly.

You don’t know? Oh that’s fucking rich. After all the shit we’ve been through, you decided to just ignore me and move on to my best friend? Shit, who would have thought you were such a slut-”

Jumping off the bed, Calum was starting to match Ashton’s anger.

Stop calling her that.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Ashton stared at Calum in disbelief. 

Are you defending her? For fuck’s sake you’re supposed to be my best friend, not hers. But then again, what kind of best friend tries to sleep with the girl who was my-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Bryana spoke up from behind him, the first time since Ashton came barging in.

“Ash why do you care so much?”

You saw his face falter before looking back to face her.

“I don’t care”

Then turning back to you, he made sure he held your eyes.

“She means nothing.”

Feeling like the wind just got knocked out of you, you turned your head to face the floor.

I just don’t think she should be here right now. She obviously wasn’t invited for a reason. No one needs a bitch around.”

It was at this point that Calum couldn’t take it anymore, he rushed forwards, pushing Ashton against the wall.

I swear to god, say one more bad thing about her and i’ll-”


Pushing Calum back, Ashton started raising his fist to hit him.

Scared, you jumped off the bed, putting yourself in front of Calum as Bryana tried pulling Ashton away. 


Grabbing Calum’s hands, you tired to push him back. 

Looking back towards Ashton, you saw him clenching his jaw as he stared down at your hands against Calum’s. 

Ashton, you want to talk? Fine lets talk. Alone.”

Looking up to meet your eyes, you could tell he wasn’t just angry but… hurt?

No, I’m not leaving you with him” Calum said, trying to push you behind him.

Cal i have to do this” 

Giving his hand a slight squeeze, he looked down, giving her a pleading look to not make him leave.

You heard her mate, she wants to talk. Alone. Get out.”

Turning towards Ashton, you felt so frustrated. 

You understood why he was pissed. He had every right to be. 

But to treat his friend like shit? 

That wasn’t okay.

If you do anything to hurt her-”

“You really think i would hurt her? Lets remember who was her best friend first. Let’s remember who HAD her first”

Knowing what he meant, you didn’t understand what was going on between them. 

It’s like he was rubbing what happened between you and him in Calum’s face. 


Both of you just stop. Calum i can handle myself okay? I’m fine. I promise”

Nodding his head, he reluctantly started walking out of the room, making sure to glare at Ashton the whole way. 

With Bryana right behind him, they both left the room, leaving you and Ashton to finally deal with each other.

Wasting no time, he jumped right into it.

Why did you leave?” 

Looking down, you knew you couldn’t face him when you spoke.

I was scared.”

“God, of what?”


Shaking his head, he walked over to the wall, sliding down to put his head in his hands.

Why would you lose me?”

“I don’t know”

Walking over to the wall, you slid down next to him.

Its not exactly an easy thing waking up naked to your best friend”

“But what does it matter? Its not like it meant anything!”

Pulling your knees into your chest, you couldn’t help but feel a sharp pain in your heart.

Noticing your reaction, Ashton instantly felt strange.

It didnt mean anything… Right?”

Shrugging, you didnt know what to say.

I mean… i don't know…. maybe”

Groaning, he threw his head back against the wall.

Jesus this is so fucked up”

Not the response you were hoping for, you started to get up. You couldn’t be here in the same room with him anymore.

Wait, stop. Don’t go.”

Getting up with you, he stared at you, looking as if he was in battle with himself.

Look… I just… Maybe…I feel… no… fuck… You need to realize this can’t work. We need to focus on our friendship, thats it”

Looking away, you felt the tears falling freely now. 

But why?”

Stepping closer, he wiped them off your face, sighing again.


Growing frustrated, you smacked Ashton’s hands off your face, stepping backwards.

Jesus Ashton, why can’t you just be a fucking man and say the truth! Im sick of you beating around the bush, acting like I’m too dumb to understand! Just fucking SAY IT!”


Feeling like you were just slapped in the face, you stayed quiet.

Fuck.. I didn't mean.. Oh man”

Walking away from you, he pinched the top of his nose, clearly torn about this.

Look i have Bryana now. She’s amazing and i can’t mess that up. I don’t even want to mess this friendship up. That’s all this is, a fucking friendship.” He said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you.

But, you knew there was still something he was hiding. 

Or at least lying about.

Then why do you care so much about what just happened with me and cal?”

Stopping, he gave you a straight look, trying to mask whatever he was feeling.

I dont. I just don’t think he’s the right one for you to be with. You know how his past is. You can do better.”

Scoffing, you laughed darkly.

What the fuck does his past have to do with anything. Why are you acting like this? So what if we might have hooked up if you hadn’t barged in. It wouldn’t have meant anything.”

“You don’t know that” he answered a little too quickly, looking away from you.

Completely done with the conversation, you weren’t holding anything back anymore.

What does that even mean! Ashton I’m not stupid, I can tell theres something you’re not telling me! Just spill it already!”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Walking up to him, you got in his face, yelling.



Nodding your head, you stepped back.

You’re right, there is nothing to explain. Just like theres nothing more to this friendship. We always promised to keep no secrets between us, but that obviously changed. I know i fucked up by running away from this, but I’m owning up to it right now. And I’m so fucking sorry for leaving you alone. But I’m here now. I came here today to fix things. To be completely open with you. And i was. But you apparently can’t do the same for me. I know you’re hiding something, but you’re too much of a chicken shit to look me in the eye and tell me the truth. So I’m done. This friendship is done. I can’t pretend to be okay with this anymore. I have to go.”

Moving past him, you tried to walk out, but he wrapped his hand around your arm, pulling you to stay.

You don’t mean that. Please tell me you don’t mean that.”

His voice cracked at the end of his sentence. 

Looking at him, you gave him one last chance.

Tell me the truth”

Shaking his head, he let a few tears slip.

I can’t.”

Pulling your arm out from his grasp, you shrugged your shoulders.

Then i can’t be friends with a liar”

Opening the door, you walked out, leaving Ashton by himself.

Not even going to look for Calum to say goodbye, you walked right out the door, straight to your car.

The whole time you were driving, you stayed numb. Everything that just happened was like a blur.

Once home, it still didn’t hit you. 

Nothing felt real until you walked into your bedroom, catching sight of an old picture of you and Ashton from when you were younger. Walking up to it, you grabbed the frame of your dresser, finally feeling it all hit you.

The whole point of running away was because you were scared to lose him. Feelings or not, he was your best friend. 

But it didn’t even matter. 

You still lost him.

Curling up on your bed, you hugged the picture frame to your chest, slowly crying yourself to sleep.

It didnt last long.

The next thing you knew, you were hearing your doorbell chiming repeatedly.

Confused, you got up off the bed, stopping by your dresser mirror.

Jesus you looked like hell.

Running down the stairs, you looked through the peep hole to see Calum looking completely distressed, slightly pulling at his hair.

Confused, you opened the door, ready to ask him why he was here, but he started rambling right off the back, not letting you talk.

Please tell me what you told Ashton was not true.”

Staring at him, you didn’t know exactly what he meant.

Not giving you a chance to ask, he kept talking, answering your question.

What happened between us in that room was 100 percent real. At least for me it was. And i know it was for you because i felt it. You were getting lost in me the same way i know I’ve been lost in you for years.”

Letting your mouth drop, you couldn’t believe what was happening right now.

I know you think you have feelings for Ashton, but just consider the thought of being with me. Ive had the hugest crush on you ever since Ashton brought you around. Shit i think i might even love you. Ive just been to much of a pussy to say anything. But I’m done hiding around, I want you. Ashton may not realize how perfect you are but i do. Please just please give me a chance to make you feel like you’re the only one in the world.”

“Cal I-”

Not letting you finish, he rushed up, grabbing you face in his hands, and kissed you.

First stiff, you tried pushing him away but just like earlier, you felt yourself melting against him.

There was just something about him that made you feel… perfect.

When he pulled back, he stared in your eyes.

I know this is a lot to take in but i can’t let you go. Not the way ashton did.”

Moving to kiss you on your forehead, he backed away.

Don't say anything yet. Think this completely through, okay? ill wait forever if i have to. Just don’t wait around for a guy who obviously doesn’t know a good thing when its right in front of him”

Walking away, you watched him get into his car, never once looking back to you.

Closing the door, you didnt know how to feel.

What the fuck is going on today?

Shaking your head, you started to walk back to your room, completely dazed, hearing your phone chime.

Running up the stairs, you ran over to your bed, feeling your heart drop.

Holy shit this is not happening

Staring at your phone, you knew all hell was about to break loose.

You wanted to know the truth? 

You got it.

But now you didn’t know if you wanted it anymore.

You didn’t even know what you were supposed to do.

Or who you were supposed to choose.


Part 4

anonymous asked:

dunno if you want to answer this but i don't really get what is the deal with queer baiting? is it just about gay jokes or heart eyes and how can you tell that destiel is queerbaiting (or not if you don't think it is). not to cause drama im just genuinely curious and dont get the concept

Ehm, pfff… There’s a lot to queerbaiting, to be honest. Plenty of shows do it, some more blatantly than others, and all of them do use the things you mentioned: Longing looks that go beyond platonic, gay jokes/references about two people of the same gender, and the popular ‘everybody knows’ trope. These are all things that can be part of queerbaiting, and they are meant to give people in the LGTB+ community hope that maybe a queer relationship could happen on this show, so that they will watch it, even if the writers never plan to deliver.

But you’re right; At the end of the day, longing looks between two people are open to interpretation. Also, a ‘gay joke’/reference between two characters doesn’t have to mean that they have feelings for each other. These are the more ‘obvious’ types of queerbaiting though.

The thing with Destiel is; these writers are sneaky little mother fuckers. Because yes, there are some heart eyes and longing looks that are a bit too long to be entirely platonic. They love to use the ‘everyone knows they’re basically boyfriends’ trope. But that is not nearly as cruel as what they’re doing when it comes to the grand scheme of things.

Like, I seriously suck at explaining things, but I’ll give it a go and I’ll try to explain why people claim that Destiel is one of the most queerbaited couples…

So, from your ask I assume that you watch Supernatural, but let’s say you have a friend who doesn’t watch it. Said friend doesn’t know what the show is about, and doesn’t know anything about any of the characters in it.

Now you tell aforementioned friend about the show as it ACTUALLY is, only altering one little detail. So you tell them:

‘There’s this TV show that I like. In this show there is this young man named Dean, who makes a deal with a demon to save his little brother’s life, and ends up in hell because of it. Eventually, Dean gets rescued by the angel Cassandra. The reason Cassandra raised Dean from perdition is because God commanded it, seeing as the angels on this show don’t have any emotions whatsoever, don’t feel like humans do, and are merely programmed to follow the orders of the Heavenly host.

But the moment Dean and Cassandra first meet, all of this suddenly changes. Cassandra soon starts to feel, and starts caring about Dean. Caring turns into caring deeply, and ends in Cassandra turning her back on Heaven, rebelling, and even killing some of her own brothers and sisters in the process, then telling Dean that she did all of it for him.

Dean, who never had faith in God, or Heaven, or angels, still doesn’t have faith in any of that, but he now does have faith in this one angel, Cassandra. He trusts Cassandra, he prays to Cassandra (even though praying is begging in Dean’s book, and he hates that), and as the show moves on Cassandra grows away from Heaven, and closer to Dean.

Cassandra and Dean are separated on several occasions, and the odds are always against them, but even when Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory try to keep them apart, they always find their way back to each other. They both make bad decisions, mistakes, and there are cases of betrayal, but in the end they always forgive and forget, because they simply can’t stay away from one another.

Several times, Cassandra has died. Whenever Dean thinks he’s lost her, Dean gets depressed, has endless nightmares about losing her, even hallucinates seeing her, and turns to alcohol in order to keep going on with his life. They’re pretty much miserable without each other, as it shows on the actual show.
The bond they have is strong enough to break through any kind of mind control. 

Every single one of their friends/enemies know that Cassandra and Dean are each other’s weakness, and use it against them at times. Long story short: Cassandra is willing to give up everything, even her wings, only for Dean, and we’ve reached a point in the show where Dean is in a position where he has to trust Cassandra with his life, and he easily does so.

As a side note: It’s not uncommon for Dean to tell Cassandra that he needs her to be with him, and it’s not uncommon for Cassandra to watch Dean sleep.’

Interesting, isn’t it? Do you hear what it sounds like when you summarize the actual story of Dean and Castiel as it is, even without changing anything or deliberately making it sound more romantic?

Now you go ahead and ask your friend what kind of story this is, and what kind of relationship they think that Dean and Cassandra have. I can guarantee you that there is a 90% chance that your friend will tell you: “DOH, they’re in love with each other, it’s a story about star crossed lovers, and that angel is so whipped.”

Then tell your friend that you lied. Tell them that you changed one tiny aspect, even though the rest of what you told them is true to what happened on the show. Tell them that the angel is a male named Castiel, not a female named Cassandra.

That’s the only thing you changed. And depending on your friend, there are different kinds of reactions you could get to this one, but the fact remains; It is what it is. Should you be called delusional for seeing this as a love story, merely because the story is between two males?

And that is the nasty thing about the kind of queerbaiting that’s going on with Destiel. It’s subtle, oh so subtle, therefore one of the most discussed cases of queerbaiting in the history of ever. You think it’s a love story, because IT IS. So much so that even plenty of people who are straight (and not looking for representation per say) have picked up on it and started shipping it because they saw that this looks a hell of a lot like romance. 

Anyway, I hope this helped clear things up for you a little, and I apologize for taking two days to reply you because I was very busy and needed some time to type this out. D:

anonymous asked:

Is it unreasonable of me to get mad at people when they put Clarke in Gryffindor and not in Slytherin? Because, I do think that all her characteristics points her to Slytherin, but I am also very stubborn and a bit rude so sometimes I dont even know when I get mad at things that I don't have any right to get mad for. Just because of my, sometimes, very emotional reactions to things.

To disagree with another person’s opinion is not unreasonable. To actually be angry with someone for simply having a different (and harmless) opinion than you is, in my opinion, unreasonable, yes. It’s a natural, impulsive reaction, I think, but it is unreasonable. Sometimes, people just disagree on things, and that’s okay.

Where sorting is concerned, specifically, it’s important to remember that most (if not all) people are suited to more than one house. Hermione was in Gryffindor, but we know she easily could have been in Ravenclaw. Harry was in Gryffindor, but we know he was nearly sorted into Slytherin because it suited him as well. Luna was in Ravenclaw, but she could have also been in Gryffindor.

I don’t think anyone is a match for one and only one house. I think people are naturally too complex and too layered for that to be true, especially as we grow and learn. We all have qualities that would likely make us suited to multiple houses, if not all of the houses in one way or another. It’s about which house matches you best, or matches you most, or that you choose, that makes you feel comfortable and at home, because that’s what Hogwarts is. It’s home. It’s about finding yourself, finding home.

Clarke is absolutely suited to Slytherin, but her qualities make her suited to all the houses in one way or another. She is cunning and resourceful, a survivor, a strong leader, and fluid in her ability to adapt to a situation as needed, and all of these qualities make her a strong match for Slytherin. She is also, though, immensely courageous, daring, passionate, and she absolutely has a saving-people-thing; all of these qualities make her a strong match for Gryffindor. She is also clever, strategic, open-minded, and extremely creative; all of these qualities make her a strong match for Ravenclaw. She is also incredibly caring, empathetic, loyal (sometimes to a fault), and has an earnest desire for peace; all of these qualities make her a strong match for Hufflepuff.

So you see? There are so many ways to approach it, so many different things to consider, and it’s important to remember that we are all different. How we view and connect with characters is going to be different, and that’s okay.

I hope this helps. Take care, XO.