i had hit a new low

BTS Reaction to You Flinching During an Argument

You had been arguing about how he rarely have time for you anymore due to recording and practicing, when he raised his voice, quickly walking up to you, only to have you shrink back.

Seokjin: Jin would take your hand in his and apologize profusely for scaring you, insisting that he had overreacted about the situation and saying that you should just forget about it. He would still be upset, but he wanted to fix the problem instead of being sad about it.

Yoongi: “Y/N.” Yoongi would completely forget what he was upset about, but a whole new problem would form. He’d blame himself, convinced that he had done something wrong to make you act this way. His voice would return to it’s low, soft tone, and he would cautiously wrap his arms around you without another word.

Hoseok: He wouldn’t be able to hide his tears. He immediately wanted to pull you into a hug, but stopped himself, not wanting to scare you further. “Y/N…” He’d whisper, hurt evident in his voice. “You didn’t think I would actually hit you, right?”

Namjoon: Namjoon would want to talk to you about it. He’d sit you down on the couch with a safe distance between the two of you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. “Jagi, what’s wrong? You know I would never hurt you.” CAN WE ALL JUST TALK ABOUT THIS GIF OMG

Jimin: Jimin would be the most upset. He knew he wasn’t the best at handling his emotions, and that bothered him, but when he saw you put your arms up over your face, that was enough. He would most likely spend the rest of the afternoon in his room, replaying the event over and over in his mind.

Taehyung: Taehyung would be hurt. He had reached his hand out to grip your shoulder when you had jumped back. He would stand there for a moment, hand outstretched before dropping it to his side. “Jagiya… I would never do that to you.”

Jungkook: Jungkook’s first thought would be, “who made you so afraid?” But he wouldn’t ask that, not yet. He’d look down for a moment before taking a small step closer. “Y/N, I promise you, I will never put my hands on you like that. I love you.”

Sterek A-Z Challenge: one word prompts

Week 15: O - Oops

The bell over the coffee shop door announced Derek’s arrival with a merry jingle a little after 11 in the evening. Derek shuffled the strap of his messenger bag higher on his shoulder and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket.

The shop was almost empty at that hour. Only a few students writing their first papers of the new term and a couple of regular night owls were scattered through the shop. His usual seat in the far corner, where he could sit with his back against the wall and keep watch, was open.

Derek dropped his bag on the small table and shrugged his jacket off to drape over the back of his claimed seat. The young woman at the register was new, which could be potentially problematic. Derek didn’t recognize her, but she smiled cheerfully when he approached.

“What can I get you?” she chirped. Her heartbeat fluttered nervously as her scent sweetened with clear want. Definitely problematic.

Derek paused a moment. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He wasn’t sure his drink had a name.

“Oh, well, we have different speciality coffees and teas,” the barista said and gestured to the menu board behind her. “If you want something-”

“I got this!” Stiles slid out of the back room, arms flailing to keep his balance. “Yo,” he said, greeting Derek with a lazy salute, and Derek snorted. His roommate was ridiculous. “Super awesome Stilinski special as dark as your soul, coming right up.”

“Right,” Derek said, gravitating down the bar towards Stiles. “No cinnamon this time.”

“Sure thing.” Stiles flipped a large paper cup into the air and fumbled to catch it, which made Derek chuckle.

When Stiles called him earlier that year, it had been a bit of a shock. Derek had been living in a cabin upstate that he and Laura had bought years ago. He had finally achieved vengeance for his family when he ripped out Kate’s throat and burned her body deep in the woods, but Beacon Hills wasn’t home anymore, so he hadn’t gone back. Now he wished he had.

At first, Derek hadn’t been sure the small voice on the other end of the phone had actually been Stiles, and not something trying to lure him back to Beacon Hills because the Stiles on the other end of the line had been quiet, almost hesitant, and unsure. As if Stiles hadn’t believed he deserved Derek’s help. Definitely not at all the hyperactive, chatterbox he had left behind. They both carried heavy scars, but that was fine.

Before Derek knew it, he had a new roommate and was driving across the country to pick Stiles up the day he got his diploma. Stiles hadn’t been home since, and the Sheriff was worried.

The barista asked Derek what the drink was so she could ring it up as Stiles ducked out of sight to retrieve milk out of the fridge below the counter.

“I don’t know,” Derek said again. “Something chocolate?”

Derek always had the same drink whenever he came in, but he didn’t know what it was because Stiles had never told him. It probably didn’t have a name. The first time he picked Stiles up, Stiles had whipped something up and shoved it into his hands.

Stiles’ head popped back up over the espresso bar. The steamer hissed to life, and Stiles laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Sam. It’s on me,” he said and winked at Derek.

Derek hadn’t paid for a drink yet.

The drink Stiles handed off to Derek smelled overly sweet and chocolatey, and was piled so high with whipped cream drizzled with chocolate and caramel that the topping threatened to spill over. He wasn’t sure how Stiles knew about his sweet tooth, but he shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Here ya go, big guy,” Stiles said and grinned. “Extra sweet and fluffy. Just like you.”

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I cannot believe I have to actually spell this out but I am Mad right now

I’m sure people are aware by now that I’m not a fan of people reposting my comics to other sites, especially without asking permission or giving credit, because any potential new audience then has no idea how to get back to me to read the rest of the comic and I miss out on potential new readership or even income in the long run. My biggest problem is with reposts to Instagram because it’s damn near impossible to track and yet so easy for a dozen accounts to screenshot a stolen comic from one post and then it gets spread around like wildfire,slowly degrading in quality and all without watermarks. Some of these accounts have 10k+ followers while I only have 400, and it just sucks that these big accounts do not care about the content creators at all.

Now I’ve been dealing with this for months and unfortunately I’m kind of used to it but today it hit a new low. Someone messaged me on Instagram to alert me to a repost, and the centre section of the comic you see above with my web address and the words ‘do not repost’ very clearly written had been completely deleted. That’s not even wilful ignorance, that’s making a conscious decision to disregard the creator’s request in the favour of getting more likes on your account. Seriously what is wrong with people. It’s great that my comics are popular and relatable enough that so many accounts want to post them but I do not benefit from that whatsoever and at this point it’s just plain rude. Please please do not do it, and if you ever come across any of my comics on Instagram that are not posted by me (jammyscribbler) then please report them or send me a link. Sorry for the long rant but I’m very upset right now and if this kind of thing carries on I may have to stop posting comics for free altogether.

Cravings (Steve x Pregnant!Reader)

Got this request a while ago (honestly I cannot apologize enough for how bad I’ve been) for a one shot spin off from the preference How They Act When You’re Pregnant. So here’s some Dad! Steve x Pregnant!Reader!! Enjoy!(:


It’s official. You have hit a new low. Sitting in Tony Stark’s bathtub in your husband’s biggest t-shirt surrounded by jars of peanut butter and pickles. Gosh what had driven you to this?

Of course you knew the answer. It was your husband- Captain America himself. The man with the plan Steve Rogers who was probably looking for you right now. Well you and his Captain America shield which you had propped up against the nearest wall. 

To be fair though, you hadn’t started off this crazy. You had started off with the normal kind of pregnancy. The kind where you had morning sickness and 2 a.m. cravings and swollen feet. And Steve had been (and yes if you had to admit it from your hiding place in the bathtub, still is) great. He held back your hair and rubbed your back when you got sick in the morning, or really any time of day. He went to the store in the dead of night to get you peanut butter and pickles. He even rubbed your feet after rough days of training because he was honestly the most amazing person ever.

Steve Rogers was playing the part of perfect expecting father. Until he managed to find those damn pregnancy books at Barnes and Noble one day. 

From the day he came home with not one, not two, not even four, but five bags full of parenting books you knew you were in trouble. Gone were the days of getting you food at all hours of the night and in came the reign of terror where instead he would present you with “healthy alternatives” of veggies and protein shakes. Gone were the blissful afternoons of foot rubs, instead replaced by Steve literally dragging you to the gym to do prenatal yoga or making you walk around the awful crowded paths of Central Park because you needed “fresh air” (whatever that was).

Honestly after three months you couldn’t do it anymore. So here you were in the middle of the afternoon sitting in Tony Stark’s bathtub slathering peanut butter onto pickles, something you had craved more than anything and had cried over more then thrice when Steve refused to let you eat any. 

You’re phone buzzed with another text from you husband and you were about to start feeling bad and reply when the bathroom door flung open.

“(Y/N)! There you are!” Steve’s eyes were filled with worry for about two seconds before it was replaced with hurt and anger. “What are you doing here? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for four hours now! And why are you sitting in the bathtub like that? You’re going to hurt you back!”

Your eyes began to feel itchy with tears as you realized how worried Steve must have been. He loved you and you guys’ baby so much and the idea of anything happening to the two of you must have been driving him crazy. You set down the jar of peanut butter you were holding in your left hand and were about to get up and apologize when his next words stopped you.

“And how many times do I have to tell you to stop eating peanut butter and pickles?!” Steve took a step forward but your cold glare stopped him in his tracks. 

“Steven Grant Rogers I will end you. If you come one step closer and even THINK about taking away my snack which YOUR baby is making me crave I will grab your shield and hit you with it so hard you will still be unconscious when I give birth.” The seriousness of your tone made your husband take a small step back.

As the red haze cleared from your vision you noticed the hurt on Steve’s face. He looked like a golden retriever puppy that had just been kicked. His blue eyes looked up at you beneath his full lashes and his hands fiddled with the bottom of his t-shirt. 

“I just wanted to help….”

The simple phrase hung in the air as you just stared at each other. It only took a few seconds before you burst into tears. 

“I’m so sorry!” You wailed, dropping your half eaten pickles and burying your head in your hands. 

“No honey! I’m sorry!” Steve rushed over and picked you up out of the bathtub with ease. He lowered you both to the ground so you were curled up in his lap as he stroked your hair and rocked you gently. “I know I’ve been a bit much but.. I’m so scared.” The admission hushed your sobs a little as you looked up at Steve who had a distant look in his eyes. “I don’t know how to raise a kid, and my dad was never around. I have no family to help me. And that doesn’t even compare to how worried I am that our baby is going to be just as sickly as I was before the serum, or they could be like me now and hurt you. (Y/N), I haven’t felt this lost in a very long time. I’m so used to having control over everything and now… now it’s all gone when it’s the most important.” Steve laid his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. You could tell he was trying to hold back tears which made your heart clench.

“Steve you are already the best dad in the world. You are so loving and caring and brave and such an inspiration. And you have a family. The team is your family, and they might be completely crazy, but they will always be here for you. For us. And about our baby it doesn’t matter. If they’re sick, it’s okay. Medicine has come a long way and we’ll give them everything they need. If they’re strong great, I can handle it Steve. Everything is going to be great. You don’t need to be in control of everything all the time. Just let things happen. Like letting me eat peanut butter covered pickles.”

Steve gave a hearty laugh as he rubbed his nose against yours. “I love you (Y/N). I couldn’t do this with any one else.”

“I love you too Steve. And I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone else.”

You lean into your husband and give him a deep kiss. You knew he wouldn’t be perfect, he would probably still drag you on walks and read all kinds of new age parenting books but it was okay because you knew where he was coming from. And if he ever tried to take away your snack again you would feel no hesitation in beating him with his own shield. 

“Umm. As much as I’m glad you two love each other can you do it somewhere that isn’t my bathroom floor?”

“Sorry Tony!” 


Hope you guys liked it! Requests are open for one shots and preferences!(:

Dr. Hook

Request:  Could I get a Harry Hook imagine where the reader gets hurt and keeps it from Harry and is too stubborn to admit that she needs his help? Thank you so much!! Your awesome by the way -Madison

Warnings: Burns, injury, swearing. 

Words: 1,191

Tags: @hooked-onfandoms  

A/N: I need more passive-aggressive Harry Hook being a caring boyfriend in my life seriously 

When you are as clumsy as I am, injuries tend to happen a lot. Most of the time, it’s nothing serious. Just a scrape here or there, maybe a sprain or something; maybe a cut every now and again. Nothing serious. 

However, I hit a whole new low when I had dropped a pan of boiling hot water onto my arm which caused a really nasty burn. And can I just say that it hurt like a fucking bitch? 

Part of me didn’t even notice when the initial burn happened, it happened so quickly. But then when the pain started, it was there. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck.” I hissed as I held my hand, biting my lip as hard as I could to keep from tearing up. I could handle pain but even this was a son of a bitch. 

“[Y/N]!” Uma yelled and I heard the doors to the kitchen open, and I quickly grabbed a towel and threw it over my arm to keep Uma from seeing the burn. “Get out here, people are getting pissy,” Uma said, going to grab a plate to get an order together, and I nodded and quickly got out there. 

Throughout the day my arm continued to throb, although eventually, it ended up going numb so while it didn’t necessarily hurt, it still felt extremely uncomfortable and after my shift, I went over to the Lost Revenge to meet up with my boyfriend, Harry, looking at my arm and sighing some because I knew Harry would flip if he saw the burn, he always overreacted when I got hurt. 

I mean, it was a pretty nasty burn, but I’ve had much worse injuries in my life and it wasn’t like my skin would fall off. 

As I approached Harry’s cabin, I put a jacket on and hissed when the fabric of the jacket rubbed against my burned skin, going up to the door and opening it. “Harry!” I called, smiling when I saw him laying on his bed tossing a small ball in the air and catching it. 

“Aye, well hello there, me beautiful siren,” Harry said when I entered the room, causing me to smile and roll my eyes; siren was his nickname because when he found out I could sing he always tried to get me to sing for him. 

“Well hello there, my handsome pirate,” I said, smiling at him and going to sit on the edge of the bed, laughing some when he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me down so I was laying on top of him, but the way he did it caused my forearm to hit the bed which made me yelp out in pain, causing Harry to immediately look at me with worry. 

“[Y/N]? Are you alright, baby?” He asked softly, looking at me and sitting up, and immediately I silently cursed myself. 

“I’m fine, don’t worry…just I sprained my wrist earlier and it’s still a little sore, you know me! Clumsy clumsy!” I said to try to get him off my case, not wanting him to check my arm. Although Harry was a lot of things, and stupid was not one of them. 

Harry gave me a small look to tell me that he didn’t believe me. “[Y/N], tell me the truth. What happened? Let me see your arm.” He said, to which I moved my arm behind me.

“Harry, really, it’s fine. You don’t need to look at my arm, it didn’t hurt that bad honestly, it was more shock than anything.” 

“[Y/N]. Take. Off. The. Jacket.” Harry hissed as he looked at me, the two of us having a stare down when I said nothing to hint to him that I was going to refuse. 

After about five minutes of the two of us just staring at each other angrily and not saying a word, I finally let out a sigh and ran my fingers through my hair. “Do you really want to know what happened?” I finally asked, getting sick of this game that the two of us were playing. 

“YES!” Harry said, him obviously frustrated with me to which I frowned, taking a deep breath and slowly taking the jacket off and biting my lip as it rubbed against the raw skin, Harry’s eyes widening when he saw the burn. “Holy fuck, [Y/N]! How in the hell did you manage to do that?!” He said, grabbing my arm and gently looking at it. 

“Some hot water in the restaurant, it’s alright…it just hurts a lot. It’ll get better.” I said, pulling my arm away since him poking at it didn’t exactly make it feel better. “Harry, really, stop worrying. It’s fine. Besides, not like we can go to a doctor.” I said bitterly, shrugging and going to lay down. “You might just have to deal with the fact my entire forearm will be a scar.” 

“I don’t give a shit about that, [Y/N], you know that. But that is a bad burn. You need to get it disinfected and wrapped up properly at the least if that gets infected you could lose your arm.” Harry said, shifting so he was straddled over me, forcing me to look at him. “Please let me take care of that.” He begged. 


“[Y/N], I know injuries. I know how easily they can get infected, especially on the Isle. Come on…please, let me clean that, baby. Besides, it’ll heal faster if it’s taken care of.” He begged softly as he looked at me, his deep blue eyes pleading with me to do as he said. 

Finally, I sighed and gave in, looking up at him. “Fine.” I complied, following him up to the infirmary that was on the ship and watching as he grabbed the makeshift first aid kit, hissing as he poured some alcohol on it. 

“Oh stop being a baby.” He said as he did what he needed to do, neither of us saying anything the rest of the time he was fixing my arm. “Why didn’t you tell me? I tell you every time I get hurt severely.” 

“It’s not severe. It’s a burn.” I said, sighing and knowing that this would have happened. 

“Your skin is blistering, [Y/N]. It is serious. Do you see how red it is? You have at least a second-degree burn on your arm right now. You should have come to me, or at least told Uma or something so you could get medical attention right away.” Harry said, finishing wrapping my arm up before placing his hand on my cheek, to which I nuzzled my face into his palm. “[Y/N], I love you so much, if something were to happen to you, I don’t know what I would do… I know you think you can handle injuries, but please promise me from now on that you’ll tell me when you get hurt. Even if it’s a silly sprain.” He chuckled. 

I rolled my eyes and looked up at him, smiling some as I stood up to kiss him. “No promises, Dr. Hook.” 

A New Neverland.

Request from anon:Do you do requests? Well if you do can you do a Peter Pan smut where both the reader and him now live in storybrooke and you both are trying to get used to the new technology? Thanks!!

Peter Pan x Reader

Words: 1,744

Warnings: Smut…not LOADS but enough to certainly put it in the warning so if you are under 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ! There is also some language too and some mild intimidation and threatening behaiour.. Anything I have missed just let me know.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their wonderful creators <3

Originally posted by kevinskeller

“Damn it!”

For the second time that morning you found your foot connecting with the kitchen worktop and for the second time you instantly regretted the move as an agonising pain shot through your big toe. You needed to find another way to unleash your frustration, something that wasn’t so……painful.

“What’s going on?” A tired Peter stalked out of the bedroom, both hands rubbing the tiredness from his eyes, as he sent a rather perplexed expression your direction. “Still can’t figure out that toaster? I figured it out days ago!”

Your eyes immediately narrowed into dangerous slits as you grabbed hold of a nearby knife and pointed it in his direction in a threatening manner.

“Shut it Pan or I swear to god I will find a new place to store this knife…..” Your voice is low and it is more than evident that your words aren’t only a threat but a promise too should he continue his smugness. “…it’s this stupid thing they call a ‘radio’ here. It’s not, well, it’s not doing anything!”

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Sober - Part 3

G-Dragon & Song Mino Angst 

Word Count: 3,616

Part One  Part Four

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Originally posted by ta-ehyun

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As Usual

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Business!Baron, what’s not to love? Tagging our usual suspects of @tox-moxley and @oraclegazes, as well as the head of the Baron’s Bitches Pack, @writergrrrl29 and but of course it would not be Thirst Party Saturday without our Steerforth, @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!

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Part 10 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language, Mention of drugs and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 2,016

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15 Part 16  Part 17  Part 18

A/N: In regards to the GIF; I know not all of us reading this fic are Asian and so ‘Y/N’ does not look like this, however I just thought it was really fitting with what I wrote and so please don’t take the woman in the GIF as a literal representation of what ‘Y/N’ looks like, it was just appropriate in regards to what happens later on in the fic. :)
P.S. It’s 3AM and I’m tired so sorry for lots of grammatical errors.

You found that you had ended up at Chanyeol’s house. You walked all the way there since you needed to cool off and you decided it was probably time to see how he was doing. You knocked on the door and waited for a reply.

“Chan? It’s me. Y/N.” You called through the letter box as you waited for him to open the door. You looked and imagined how hard Chanyeol must have been working to keep up with the rent of the house, feed and clothe his family and still treat his siblings at the end of it all. You could hear crying and screaming from the other side of the door and you were positive that the noises belonged to Hani, she sounded extremely distressed even more so than usual.
After a few moments the front door opened revealing a dishevelled tall man which you almost didn’t recognise as Chanyeol. Your mouth dropped open at how bad he looked. His eyes were beetroot red and heavy bags were hanging from underneath. Untamed was not a strong enough adjective to describe Chanyeol’s hair and he smelt less than fresh. “Goodness me Chanyeol…” You whispered as he silently stepped aside and let you in. The house was in complete darkness as the curtains were still drawn. There was rubbish strewn across the floor and tables and you could hear Hani crying from her play pen. The closer you got to her, the stronger the smell of piss became.
Chanyeol was not coping.
He sank down into a slump on the floor holding his knees up to his chest as he slowly rocked his body back and forth whilst looking at nothing in particular.

“Chanyeol when was the last time you changed Hani?” You asked him as you wrinkled your nose at the putrid smell.

He didn’t reply.

You sighed as you sunk down opposite him, you cupped his face in your hands and brought his head up so that his eyes were level with yours.

“Chanyeol, don’t worry. Youngjae will come back.”

“Don’t say that…” He groaned, a tear escaping his eye. “He’s probably already lying dead in a gutter somewhere.”

“Woah Park Chanyeol! Less of the negativity please. Youngjae needs you to be strong for him right now and Hani also needs you too. I know this is hard but you need to breathe for a moment and realise that this isn’t your fault.” You leaned forward and hugged him close to your chest. He smelt rancid, Chanyeol had never been in this type of state before; this was most definitely the worst you had seen him. “Hani needs a shower and you do too.” You continued as you pulled away from him and slowly stood. “Have you been feeding her?”

“Rozz has.” He mumbled; his face melancholy and drained of any pigment it once had “She’s been coming round.”
You nodded lightly. You weren’t aware that Rozz had been keeping an eye on Chanyeol but you were glad she had been.

“Shower.” You pointed towards the stairs. “We’ll talk when you and Hani are both clean.”

A while later and Chanyeol and Hani were both downstairs clean as daisies, but their happiness wasn’t present. Hani seemed more agitated than usual and you assumed it was because she had sensed that something was wrong and noticed the absence of her younger brother, her screaming and crying had become much more frequent and it sounded more agonised. You weren’t sure if Chanyeol had told her what happened or if she’d even understand what he would be saying but you knew that she was aware of the imbalance.
You had cleaned up before the pair of them had returned downstairs to join you again. He looked the slightest bit better now that he was clean. He sighed as he sat on the sofa next to you, Hani taking a seat on his lap as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I don’t want to ask you how you’ve been because I know that is a stupid question…but exams are coming up Chan…”
He rolled his eyes, as though that were just another problem added to his list of already existing issues. Maybe this wasn’t the right time to talk about exams. “Prom was a disaster.” You mumbled.

“Yeah…Rozz told me. I’ve been meaning to ask if you were okay but you know….” He looked at Hani and back to you again. You nodded quietly.

“I’ve been okay…although Baek.” You sighed. “He’s been hanging around with Nel…and Reiji. Sehun said there was something wrong with him, but he never got round to telling me what it was.” You frowned as you remembered why you had ended up here in the first place.

“Oh, so you and Sehun are talking now?”

“No not really.” You sighed. You were fed up with Sehun, he had been treating you like such crap lately and now he was wasting your time; you should have been at school working your ass off for your exams. If wasting your time was a new way for him to get back at you, then he had really hit a new all time low. Your phone began to buzz; looking at it slowly you saw Sehun’s caller ID show up on the screen. You scoffed as you rejected the call.
So now that he had had his fun time he thought it was okay to call. You slowly rose from the sofa and stretched.

“Listen Chan I have to go, but please call me if you need help and please keep hope, okay?”

He gave you a weak smile as he closed his eyes.

“I don’t think I can Y/N. There’s only one thing worse than someone being dead and that’s them being missing. I have no closure; I don’t know if he’s dead or alive and it’s ripping me apart bit by bit. I don’t know if he’ll walk through the door today or tomorrow, or if he’ll never come back at all.”

Your house was silent as you sat in your room; you were home alone. Your mum had a conference half way across the country at early hours in the morning and so she was staying at a motel not too far away from the venue.

Are you sure you’re okay. You’re not scared? You can always invite one of your friends round if you need it’s dark you know.” Your mum stressed, her arm flailing about on the screen of your phone.

Mum I’m fine.” You rolled your eyes. “Just go to sleep you need to wake up early tomorrow. I’ll speak to you soon.

Okay; I love you smelly.” She gave you an air kiss and hung up. The silence was almost deafening as you lay still on your bed listening to the sound of your heart beat. You screamed at the sudden buzzing of your phone.


I’m telling you now if you don’t stop calling me –!”

“Look, shut up. I need to talk to you.”

“Oh so now that you’ve had your little play around you find that Baekhyun is important? Prick.”

“Yeah…that was a faux pas on my part.”

“Faux pas!?” You shouted in disbelief. “Sehun you nearly had sex in front of me! Who’s the fucking low class scum now?”

“No I didn’t you’re exaggerating. If you think I’d actually have sex in front of you then you’re stupid. I’ll be round in 10 minutes I’m close by.” He hung up the phone. You’re face was tense with anger. How dare just demand you around, why did Sehun insist on treating you like you were nothing.
You felt a sinking pit in your stomach. Ever since he had called you low class scum you had felt insecure as though you were worth much less than he was to an extent and in a way it was true, maybe that was why he was allowed to treat you the way he did. The social hierarchy was never going to change and maybe it was time that you noticed that. You felt mortified as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Maybe you were low class scum? After all, your family was in plenty of debt and you were just about surviving.

You jumped at the sound of a loud bang on your front door. You frowned staying in your spot on the bed, you didn’t want to see Sehun; not at this time. But then there was a series of loud knocks. You hissed as you rose from your bed. “Fucking idiot.”
You slowly made your way down the stairs; his knocking still vibrating through the walls. At this point he was going to wake the neighbours. “What?!” You hissed as you swung the door open.

You frowned as you looked at the figure in front of you. They were wearing all black, just like Sehun but the structure was not that of Sehun’s, in fact this person was shorter you couldn’t make out the face as they were wearing a black mask and a black cap. You took a step back as you breathed shakily.

“I-I think you’ve got the wrong house.” Your eyes were wide with precaution. This individual looked extremely ominous and you were beginning to feel frightened. “Sorry I’m not the house you’re looking for.” You whispered as you began shutting the door, but the individual stuck their foot through the threshold stopping you from doing so. Your heart began to beat crazily you were so scared that you couldn’t form any coherent sentences.
There was a bright flash and a loud bang followed by a high pitched noise; the noise and impact knocking you to the ground. You lay their stunned, unable to move. Your hearing had gone funny and you could barely make out your surroundings. All you could hear was your name being called faintly in the background and you struggled to see past your blurry vision.

“Y/N? Y/N…?”

You looked up slowly as you opened your eyes to see Sehun staring down at you, his body was positioned directly above yours with his hands either side of your head, this time around you actually saw concern in his face. “Are you okay?”
You shook your head slowly as he straightened his back and helped you sit up right.

“I don’t know what happened.” Your whispered. Your hands were shaking and you were still somewhat disoriented

“You were flashbanged.” He cleared his throat as his face returned to it’s normal blank expression. “I was just pulling up outside when I saw him throw it, but I didn’t catch the face. You need to be more careful from now on.”
You frowned in his direction.

“Why would I need to be more careful from now on, what are you talking about?”

“I….just – you got attacked at prom so… you should be more careful.”

“I never told you about what happened to me at prom.”

“Yeah…one of the guys must’ve told me. It’s no big deal.”
You saw Sehun bite his lip nervously; something you had never seen him do before and it scared you immensely.

“Why are you doing that?” You frowned harder as you stared at his teeth gripping his lips as his brows knitted closer together.

“Doing what?”

“Biting your lips Sehun.” You moved away from him and inch or so.

“I want to talk to you Y/N… about Baek”

You felt that familiar twist in your stomach again, this was the second time in a day that Sehun had made it sound as though Baekhyun was in trouble and you were beginning to develop an increasingly bad feeling.

“Why what’s wrong with him? Please tell me he’s not hurt.” Worry crept into your voice and you winced at the thought of Baekhyun being in any sort of pain.
Sehun shook his head softly as he slowly rose from the ground.

“Are you okay?” He asked again, but his expression wasn’t as polite this time around.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’ll live.”

“Alright, well then let’s take a drive.”

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Opps……….dick slip. Hey guys this is my new Mobile Auto Mechanic that I found in my local Newspaper Business Servives advertisement Section. Holy Fucking Shit am I ever glad that I took a chance and called him because my friends said it was a bad Idea to use a Auto Mechanic that I found in the local Newspaper Work Wanted ads that was Mobile with No Business Address where he can be tracked down if there is a problem with his work. Well as it turns out his name is Robert and he is a Sexy Hairy Deep Voiced Handsome 44 year Old Single Divorced father of 6 Sons. A white Heterosexual good old Country Boy who is a ASE Certified GM/GMC Truck Mechanic who worked for the same local GMC Dealership since he Graduated College. He was Recently layed off in the past year when the Local GMC Dealer Closed their Doors and went out of Business indefinitely. He was recently Divorced from his wife of 25 years after he caught her in bed with their 19 year Old lawn service guy. She’s a Real Whore Slut hell thay have a son that age for God Sakes.Yes he’s a handsome 6"2" 205 lb naturally sexy hard working country boy with a deep masculine sexy voice and a sexy hairy body down on his luck. What is even better he arrived at my house on time at 7:30 am on a Hot mid July Summer Saturday Morning when the Temp was already 84° with a heat index of 92° so it was Hot as Hell Already. He arrived in a Dark Brown Skin Tight T-shirt showing his perky erect nipples through the Tight Spandex Body Glove T-shirt with his company logo printed on it, a pair of thin tan silky Sheer see through Short Shorts showing off his muscular tan sexy hairy legs and he was wearing no underwear or jockstrap underneath his Shorts not even a privacy inter liner that you find in those thin sheer see through silky Shorts. Absolutely Nothing at all underneath those sexy thin silky sheer see through Shorts and like I said not even the privacy inter liner. He has Obviously and Intentionally removed the privacy inter liner of his tan thin sheer silky see through shorts to make them even more see through, And a pair of Flip Flops showing off his sexy hairy perfect shaped man feet. It took him all of 5 minutes flat before he pulled off his Tight T-Shirt exposing his sexy hairy chest and Abs. He was not a perfectly buff muscle man but he was very Naturally well built and crazy hairy everywhere from the top of his head to the tops of his sexy perfectly shaped hairy man feet and he was Sexy as hell all over!!! Wow that got me instantly excited and so fucking hard in my levies. The first thing that I noticed when he jumped and slid down out of his 6" Lifted Black on Black Ford F-250 4x4 Off Road Power Stroke 6.7 Liter Turbo Diesel Crew Cab Pick-up Truck was how handsome he was and just how Very thin, sheer and totally see through his tan silky short shorts were and how they slid and road all the way up his thick hairy Muscular straight man thighs all the way up to his crotch as he slid down out of his crazy tall lifted truck and as his feet hit the ground he had to instantly pull the legs of his shorts back down out of his crotch and I could now totally see his thick black Pubic Bush and his nicely shaped Circumcised Penis with its Pronounced Corona Rim of the head glands and his Relaxed Low Hanging Testicles through his shorts. Not much there left to the imagination if you know what I meen. It was so hot I thought I was going to just die. Like did that really just happen right in front of me? Is this hot sexy fantasy of a man really my new mechanic? Wow he was a Fucking Perfect Sexy Manly Man from the Word Start. There is Absolutely No doubt in my mind about it . He then introduced himself as Robert of Robert’s Mobile Auto/Truck Mechanic Service. Within the first 5 minutes of meeting me Robert ask if it was ok with me if he took off his shirt? I said sure that was fine with me. He didn’t actually know how fine that it actually was with me. In my mind I was screaming Oh Fucking Hell Yes Robert take it off take it all off you sexy Hairy Stud!!! Holy shit when he pulled his shirt off and exposed his Manly Hairy sexy Tanned well built chest I seriously thought I was going to cum in my pants. He is now basically standing in front of me totally Naked within the first 5 minutes of meeting him. Now with no shirt on, see through sheer short shorts showing me everything God Blessed him with and sexy naked feet in his flip flops. I was thinking to myself dose this guy know that I’m gay because he must know I’m Gay and he wants a huge tip. I felt like I went to bed friday night and woke up in the hottest Gay Porno ever. I thought I Died and woke up on Fantasy Island. I also thought to myself that my Best Friend must be punking me because this shit don’t happen in the real world. At least not to me. Ok guys It’s not that he was the Most Drop Dead Gorgeous
Man or the Most Muscular Perfectly Built Man I’d ever seen in my entire life because he’s not. But he was good looking with his scruffy face and his nicely built sexy softer shaped real man hairy body his sexy thick hairy strong thighs sexy muscular calfs his perfectly shaped hairy feet his fantastic tight Bubble Butt not to metion his hairy pretty circumcised penis and big low hanging hairy Testicles. It was more of how his sexy masculine deep Voice Sounded, the way he spoke, and the Dominant Masculine Alpha Male way he moved and carried his strong thick hairy sexy Body. His Obvious Sexual Confidence in himself. The way that he was so obviously sexually Secure in his Hanhood. It Radiated from him. The Sexy way he was dressed and was so comfortable being dressed in that sexy way in front of another man. What pulled me in was the Fact that he was Trully an Alpha Male all the way and that He knew it and Worked it perfectly to his Advantage!!! Now that’s Sexy guys. He Had me at his Deep Good Morning My Name Is Robert with his Strong Thick Calloused Man Hands, Hand shake. Not to Mention Robert Is an Alpha Male Name. He then proceeded to freely tell me all about himself and his entire life story without me even having to ask him a thing. Robert is A Crazy Personable Friendly Down to earth Sexy Manly Masculine Man’s Man. It was now 9:00 am and I’ve basically been talking to a Sexy Hairy Naked Man in My Driveway for the past hour and a half and he has not even lifted a 🔧 wrench yet. What Must My Nosey Old Neighbors be thinking at this time. Oh I know. They were thinking that Fucking Faggot Across the Street is at it again and in the front yard this Time. Robert told me that I was his only Scheduled Customer for Saturday so he was in no hurry if I wasn’t in a hurry. He said that he really enjoyed and felt comfortable talking to me and that I was a good listener and how much that ment to him because most guys don’t care enough to listen. I was thinking I’m not most guys Im a Homosexual Guy but I kept my mouth shut. Robert told me that he thought I was a real cool guy and how much he had enjoyed the morning so far just talking to me and that we should hang out sometime. I’d say. I loved talking to a Practically Naked Sexy Hairy well built Masculine Alpha Male Auto Mechanic. Definitely a Man’s Man. What an Absolutely awesome sexy good looking hairy kind man. Well it was now 9:00 am and he said I guess I should start looking at your Truck now ha? I ask him if it would be ok if I stuck around and watched him work on my 4x4 Off Road Ford Pick-up Truck and he said Absolutely. So I told Robert that I’ve been hearing clicking in the front right wheel hub so I’m thinking the wheel Bearings are going out. (What happened next just about sent me Fucking Packing to the Moon.) Robert said ok cool I’ll check it out for you as he squatted Down at my Front Passenger Wheel to grab the front tire and twist it to see if it has any movement. So as Robert squatted down directly in front of me and faceing me his Hairy Genitals penis and testicles completely slipped out of his shorts and Robert was down there for a few minutes and he did not even try to cover up or pull his genitals back inside his shorts. He totally just let them hang for me to see. I’m not complaining by the way. I almost shot my sperm load in my jeans and I was Noticeably Fully Erect in my levis. I noticed that Robert keep looking up at my Huge Throbbing Erect Penis Bulge in my tight levis and you could absolutely Positively see the Wet Spot in front of my tight worn faded levis where my Fully Erect Penis Head was laying and Pre-Cumming like Crazy. I get really Wet and Leak a Cum Load of Pre-cum when I Get Sexually Excited and believe me Robert Had Me Incredibly Sexually Excited to the point it felt like someone turned on the Pre-Cum faucet to full open in my tight levis. Believe me Robert saw it all. Robert had to know and feel that his genitals were fully and freely hanging and Dangling out the side of his shorts in front of me but he never tryed to cover them back up. So I was getting an eye full of his hairy circumcised penis and testicals. So I quick got my phone out my pocket and discreetly took a picture of his penis and testicles slipping out of his shorts. Oh my God did that just happen??? Best Fucking Day Ever by far. The only thing that would have made it better is if Robert’s Penis would have became fully Erect in front of me but unfortunately for me his penis stayed completely flaccid soft the entire time it was fully exposed to me. Although I did notice that his big hairy very low hanging Testicles went from nearly hanging on the ground when they first slipped out of his shorts to tightening up close to his body in just a few minutes after they first slipped out of his shorts. I think I jerked off over that all afternoon and Ejaculated at least 6 times. Needless to say he is now my permanent Truck Mechanic. We are supposed to go out for dinner next weekend and then come back to my house to hang out and watch the New Batman Superman Movie that’s coming out this Tuesday on DVD and have a few drinks. The crazy thing is he already ask me if it would be ok to crash here at my house after the movie because he dose not Drive after Drinking. I said hell yeah it’s ok. Good boy for not drinking and driving. I have something else in mind after the movie and a lot of Drinking now that I’ve seen his genitals and it definitely dose not involve any sleeping. I hope that Robert has the same thing in mind. I Hope I at least see his penis Erect. I’ll let you guy’s know if we have Sex.

anonymous asked:

When he's not on a mission, visiting Peggy, or sitting Sam's class at the VA, Steve spends all his free time hunting for decent pizza. There's got to be somewhere in DC that sells a passable, Brooklyn-style slice.

“Tony, I need your help.”

Stopping at a desk, Steve used his palm to smooth a long roll of paper right over a pile of lumpy parts.

Tony moved closer.

“What’cha got there?” Tony asked. The paper map was covered in colored dots. Reds, blues, blacks. Tony looked up at Steve’s unsmiling face. “Is this an alien invasion? I told you guys we needed to be ready” Tony took a raspy breath and started to sweat. “Is it hot in here?”

“No. No aliens.”

“Thank God.” He slumped into a nearby chair.

Finger pointing at the map, Steve said “Every evening, or afternoon, depending on when I have free time, I have hit a different pizza shop in DC. Cheese pizza should not be hard to find. They say they have Brooklyn style pizza, but …”

“Let me stop you right there. They won’t have it.”

“Why not?”

“It’s the water. Catskill/Delaware watershed. The low calcium content makes the best pizza dough and Bagels. Personally, I think the best tasting water comes specifically from the Catskill Mountains. Have you ever had water straight from a spring in the Catskills? Nothing else like it.”

“Is that why New York water tastes better than anywhere else?”

“You guessed it.”

“I thought I was just being nostalgic.”

“Nope. Not homesick, and not just enhanced taste buds. Regular people taste the difference too.”

Before, January 2015: 190lb(86kg)
After, January 2016: 120lb(54kg)

I took the first picture last January. I hit my highest weight, 225lb, in June 2014 and had been losing slowly since then. I got to 180lb in autumn, but I had been drifting off my low calorie diet. I ate very small portions, mostly lean cuisines and weight watchers. It was hard to stick to, and I gained 10lb over the holidays.

So that January I made a New Years Resolution. I wanted to be healthy. Two ways I could do this were by quitting smoking and changing my diet. I wanted to lose weight, but I didn’t want to feel so deprived. I had grown up vegetarian and already loved fruits and vegetables, so I decided to go vegan in 2015. No more tasteless diet foods, I ate fruits, vegetables, whole grains, nuts, and learned how to cook for myself. I always had a big salad for lunch, and I cut out processed foods. I also got a fitbit and made sure I hit my step target most days. I discovered a love of running as well, and I never thought I’d enjoy exercise so much!


If you are making a New Years Resolution to get healthy and lose weight, I recommend a strictly plant based diet. IT CHANGED MY LIFE!! Go vegan in 2016! Plant based diets are beautiful, wonderful, delicious, and I FEEL GREAT! Follow my journey at losinggain.tumblr.com


Killer Queen

Drabble request from anonymous

Jaime Lannister x Reader

18. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”
47. Sleepy waking up cuddles
48. “Oh god, what did we do last night?”

Originally posted by cute-guysxx

A/N: Tbh I really didn’t have a plan for this drabble I just let it flow out of me like water, writing whatever came natural and making a few tweaks here and there afterwards. Also I had a twisted enjoyment out of having the reader try and get revenge haha. Hope y’all enjoy xoxox

Warnings: language (cause I have a cussing problem), fluff, angst, mentions of blood and death, lots of threatening, Joffrey being a prick, Jaime being a knight in shining armor

Words: 1400ish (lol this was supposed to be a drabble and I just let it get away from me)

“Fuck you, you demented, bloodthirsty little bastard!” you screamed as you slapped Joffrey across the face, allowing the ring you wore to cut his cheek. A satisfied smile split your features as you watched the blood flow down his cheekbone past his jaw, signaling that you had given him a good, hard hit.

“You best watch your tone you little whore. Or you’ll end up like that poor little toy of yours, with your head on a spike” he smirked, waving his hand at the guard beside him, silently asking for a cloth to wipe away the blood on his face.

“If you say one more word to me Joffrey. I swear by the old gods and the new that I will personally slit your throat so deep your head might just fall off that fragile little neck of yours” you warned, your tone getting dangerously low as you pointed a finger at your husband, your king. You lifted the delicate crown off of your head and dropped it to the floor. The metal ringing against the hard stone floor, echoing throughout the throne room. Your eyes cut through the air like daggers as you made eye contact with your husband at the exact moment that your foot came down onto the crown that just moments ago was placed on your head.

After successfully destroying the symbol of your power and connection to that snide little bastard Joffrey, you stormed out of the room, throwing the throne room doors open and nearly taking out the two guards posted by the doors in the process. One of those guards was Jaime Lannister. Kingslayer. Silently hoping that he’d reignite that nickname of his, you ran quickly up the stairs to the room that was yours and yours alone. It was no secret that you and Joffrey hated one another. Everybody knew it to the point where nobody even flinched when the two of you threatened one another’s lives. The guards wouldn’t harm either of you even if the other one commanded it, so a lot of the threats were empty. Except for that last one. You were going to slit his throat, you decided.

It took a bit of planning, but you finally figured out how you were going to do it. You were going to wait until he was asleep and the guards went to change shifts, which they did at exactly the same time every night. During that small window when nobody was guarding his room, you were going to sneak in with the knife you kept under your pillow for protection and drag it across his throat. Yes, you’d probably be beheaded for killing the king, but you didn’t care. Hells, the kingdom might even worship you for doing it, gods know everybody fucking hated Joffrey. Seriously, everybody. Even his guards. It was a wonder he was still breathing.

With the knife tucked securely in your belt, you tiptoed out of your room and snuck around the corner just as the guard was leaving his post to go get the man who was supposed to relieve him. You slowly turned the doorknob to his room, feeling as though everyone in the kingdom could hear your heartbeat and your breathing because of how much adrenaline was coursing through your veins. Once you had snuck into the room, you pulled the knife from your belt and began stalking over to the bed where your husband lay. For a moment you considered stabbing yourself in the stomach after the fact, making it look like self defense but you decided to say fuck it and reached towards his exposed neck, knife in hand.

Suddenly a large, warm hand clamped over your mouth when another one wrapped around and held your wrist in place, making sure you couldn’t strike with the weapon you were still holding. Tears welled in your eyes as you realized you were caught, you were going to be killed and Joffrey was going to smile while one of his lackeys beheaded you.

Strong arms pulled you out of the king’s room and into the hall before tossing open the door to your bedchambers and tossing you inside. You finally got a look at the man who destroyed your plans and there he was, standing with his back to your door and bearing into you with a look you thought was going to make you melt into a puddle of tears. You simply couldn’t help it when you fell to the floor, a crumpled pile of sadness as sobs racked your body.

Hey, it’s okay. I’m here” soothed the Kingslayer in an attempt to calm you down. He sat down on the floor next to you, his bulky armor making the position uncomfortable but he didn’t care.

“You need to be quieter, sweetheart. Someone’s going to hear you” he whispered as he brushed your y/h/c hair away from where it was hanging over your face.

“Why did you stop me?” you mumbled out, allowing yourself to slump against the cold, hard metal of his breastplate as he held your head to him with his hand.

“I couldn’t let you kill him, your grace. He’s an ungrateful little brat but you’re the strong, lovable queen. Can’t have you beheaded for killing the king. Kings Landing would have a full on revolt if anyone lays a hand on you, we need to keep the peace” he continued to rattle off reasons why you needed to stay calm and collected in the public eye as he lifted you and place you into your bed. Your head ached from the tears and your eyes were burning. You grabbed the carafe of wine off of your table and began drinking, allowing Jaime to drink some as well. The last thing you remember is drunkenly crying and leaning your head against Jaime’s chest as you drifted in and out of sleep as he kissed the top of your head.

The sun peeking through your windows woke you up and you shifted slightly as you felt a heavy arm slung over your waist. Not noticing that you normally didn’t wake up with someone else in your bed, you snuggled into the man’s chest, sighing deeply when his arms wrapped around to hold you tightly to him. Your mind was quiet as you felt the warm, surprisingly soft hands creep underneath the hem of your shirt and settle on the small of your back. You hummed as you nestled your face in his neck, feeling his long hair brush across your face as he turned to face you.

“Mmm, Y/N. This is nice” he groaned, shifting so his legs were tangled with yours as he interlaced his large fingers with your much smaller ones.

Then it hit you. You were cuddling with Jaime Lannister.

“Oh my god” you sprung out of bed, standing a few feet a way and facing Jaime, shaking.

Oh god, what did we do last night?” you screeched, letting your hands fly to your head as you paced back and forth, “We didn’t… Did we?” you couldn’t remember a thing and you were trying, grasping for any memory of the night before but between the slight sting of your eyes from crying and the pounding of your head you couldn’t place a single thing.

“Gods, no. Sweetheart I just wanted to make sure you didn’t go running off into the night attempting assassinations again and you insisted I sleep in your bed rather than on the floor” he chuckled, sitting up in your bed and pulling up a pillow to place behind his head as he leaned against the headboard.

“Oh, thank goodness” you breathed out, relief flooding your brain as you shuffled back over to the bed to flop down and potentially go back to sleep.

“Now, can you promise me you won’t kill my nephew?” he rubbed small circles on your shoulder.

“Fine I guess” you huffed, smirking a little at Jaime’s concern, more so for you than for Joffrey.

“Plus I wouldn’t want to upset the public because they lost the queen they love so much” chuckles erupted from your slightly sore body.

“Your grace, the kingdom would absolutely crumble without you” he smiled, kissing you on the temple before beginning to gather his things and leave the room to start his shift in the throne room.

Machetes and Mascara

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, 

Warnings: Fluff, Some slight violence, A touch of angst. Clueless Dean, Confused Dean, Clueless Sam, Smart Castiel, Unsure reader, Attempts at humor, Romance. 

Notes: So I wrote this for @chaos-and-the-calm67 , who wasn’t feeling good and wanted some fluffy Dean to cheer her up! I hope I did this justice!! This kind of fits in with my #LoveYourFlaws challenge, although there is no song. I just went that way with the fic, and I hope that it worked! 

Word Count: 4893

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I’m conducting an experiment.

I started a new character as a Conjurer on Mateus for shits and giggles yesterday. Sped leveled myself up to 15 to get to the first dungeons. Left all my noobish looking glory on up to and including cut scenes etc despite me being well versed in healing for four years. Now this was an interesting experience for me because it’s been an extremely long time since I’ve been below level 30 on a healing class. Like actually below 30. Not level sync’d. And I’ve noticed a few things.

People are always nicer to new players when they choose to be nice. Emphasis on choose. I’m very much used to being overlooked and not spoken to or considered #basicbitch when I’m working my ass off, so the fact that I got acknowledged was a pleasant surprise. But of course there were those who think they’re being helpful but they were actual assholes about it. Didn’t explain bosses. Just told myself and other new players to do this this and that while forgetting about mentioning certain key mechanics. Getting angry when someone didn’t know something that they didn’t explain. One person even got mad because our THM didn’t know what a limit break was or how to access it (in Sastasha).

Tanks wearing the wrong gear/low level gear and pulling twice as normally acceptable. This is an iffy one but I worded it this way because in the runs I’ve done, more than half of them had a tank that was getting hit for far more than my cures could carry them. I am level 21. I’m wearing all the gear available to a level 21 conjurer and am up to date including the novice attire and a level 20 weapon. My cures are hitting tanks regularly for 199-208, critting for around the 290 range give or take. I am encountering tanks that are getting hit for the amount that I heal them from pulling packs of up to 6-8 mobs depending on the enemy grouping of the dungeon. And with the skills available, I can’t carry that. I’ve not passed level 32 so I cannot set swift cast or Largesse or Eye for an Eye. I literally only have one spell: Cure. These situations are causing me to do something I have never had to do as a healer in a very long time: stand there and spam cure. This is bad. Extremely bad. This is what your new healer’s tool kit is allowing them to have at maximum at level 21 and there are tanks in leveling/mentor roulette that are choosing to exceed that when they get healers that are limited like this.

Blame for an unavoidable wipe that was caused by non-healer-faulted circumstances are placed over the new healer’s head. This happened twice. Due to the ping increase and my own ISP being shit, my internet isn’t as stable as it used to be so there are times when the connection shudders and my cast either doesn’t happen or gets interrupted or I die to an AoE I thought I dodged. These things I apologize for and explain, but the blame is still shifted on me. So here I think, how would this affect someone who’s actually new to healing. If it were me I would be discouraged from the role if this keeps happening. Other times, it’s a wipe caused by a tank death due to lack of CD usage or over pulling regardless of party set up (at my current level, big pulls are best done with a THM and an ARC or at least one of the two). Again, I am blamed here when in actuality the limiter placed on me because of gear/level/available role actions cannot keep up with such a method of dungeon play. Do people really think it’s fair to do this in the lower level dungeons with new healers?

I’ll be continuing this experiment as I level to 50 and gain fuller access to skills to see how things go but for now like…I understand the first few dungeons are easy, but with the tools I have and how hard I’m spamming cure, I feel like I just met with a huge culture shock. I don’t remember this being that hard before. I don’t remember tanks getting hit this hard before! My cure covers 1/5 their HP and they’re literally getting hit for ¼ their HP when they pull extra like that. Yeah this is coming from a higher than decent healer with everything at 70: I highly suggest you guys to take it easy and know your CDs in those first few dungeons. An over geared healer might be able to handle it but someone who’s just starting out with an extremely limited toolkit and knowledge will not. Be mindful.

Gonna tag @ffxivtankitude  in this because I’d like to hear your thoughts on this little experiment of mine. Another huge part of this challenge I’ve been experiencing is also the fact that I’m used to playing AST and having so much more to work with. Basically I feel like a brand new healer right now despite knowing the game like the back of my hand (hence why I wanted to put myself in a fresh healer’s shoes in the first place).

– Mod Mhi



Brett discover that you, a new student at Devenford prep, are a werewolf along with your brother and he teases you about it.

Brett Talbot x Reader

Request: May I request an imagine where Brett discover that you, a new student at the Prep School, are a werewolf (along with your little brother) and he’s teasing you about it (maybe to know if you are in a pack?) - Thanks in advance! :-D

A/N: First of all, thank you for your request! I’m so glad you choose Brett, since he’s one of the characters I feel most comfortable writing about. *3*

”Welcome to Devenford. I’m hoping you’ll be having a great first day at school.” the woman in the expedition seemed overly joyful as she went through yours and your brothers schedules, giving you maps and pointed out the easiest ways to your classes.

You both went through the expedition and headed towards your lockers, who by chance were right next to each other. Curious eyes watched you and your brother as you walked towards the lockers and you could clearly hear the people talking about you thanks to your heighten hearings.

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anonymous asked:

I dare to say 'I love you' in the most convincing way to sol or another companion and if they can't they get shocked by something

Companions are dared to say ‘I love you’ to someone, if it’s not convincing, they get shocked.

Cait/Preston: “Preston darling; I’ve fallen for you!” He laughs: “Wow! I’d believe it if I didn’t know it’s a dare!” Cait wasn’t shocked by the shock batron. Even though her way was straightforward and her acting was bad; Preston didn’t want her to get hurt!

Codsworth/Dogmeat: “Aww, that wouldn’t be a lie! Who doesn’t love this pup?!” He carefully pets Dogmeat with his claw making his tail wave like crazy.

Curie/Macready: “M-monsieur M-Macready, y-you appear to make my heart race every time you talk to me a-and your touch makes my face hot… i-I think… I love you…” Macready paused for a bit in surprise: “Wow Curie! You’re pretty good at acting, I must admit!” She giggled, she was indeed a convincing actor!

Danse/Nick: “I will NEVER have any sort of feeling besides disgust for a machine like that!” His face had disgust written all over it. “Well then; let me do the honors” Nick grabbed the Shock batron and hit Danse on the leg. Danse took the hit as a soldier… but still let out a painful grunt.

Deacon/Ada: “Ada!! You are one hell of a woman you know? I’ve definitely fallen for that sexy robot style of yours!”. “…you can shock him now…” Deacon laughed, he didn’t regret a second of it, even when he was shocked.

Dogmeat/Piper: He was always showing his love to everyone in every way possible. In this case, he jumped on her and started barking happily. Piper went ‘Awww’ and started petting him. They wouldn’t shock Doggo either way!

Hancock/Curie: He raised her chin, leaned close to her, and gave her a gentle stroke on the cheek “…I’m here to get my stolen heart back”. Curie’s face flashed red as if Hancock was being serious. He stopped and patted her head in a friendly way with a chuckle. That was smooth!

Macready/Cait: He gave her an obviously fake smile “I love ya’ Cait!” She held her laugh “Let’s see…Mmm, Yer’ fucked! Your arse needs a lil shocking anyways!” She laughed and hit Macready on the butt with the shock batron. Macready jumped from the impact and started rubbing his butt while trying to Not swear at her.

Nick/Codsworth: Nick had an ‘Ehh, why not’ look. He tipped his hat and casually said “Love ya’!”. Codsworth chuckled and couldn’t bring himself to shock Nicky!

Piper/Strong: “Uhhh nooo, that would be a whole new level of low!”. Strong just grunted and watched as Sole shocked Piper while trying to hold their laugh. She screamed like a kid and pouted before taking Sole’s weapon away.

Preston/X6-88: Preston laughed all along the phrase; it just seemed too ridiculous to him. X6 shook his head and without hesitation shocked Preston on the leg. Preston let out a half scream half laughter and then kept laughing while rubbing his leg.

Strong/Maxson: He had no idea what the word meant “Strong ‘luf’ short man?” Maxson got really pissed, “HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT ME MUTANT!?” He then grabbed the shock batron and hit Strong more than once. Sole had to stop Maxson from bullying the mutant…and then stop the mutant from attacking Maxson in return.

X6-88/Sole: “I love you Ma’am/Sir…” His face was emotionless like always. After Sole laughed at him and shocked him, he took the weapon from them and threw it away; Not only because he got annoyed of the pain, but also because their whole attitude towards that confession really bothered his heart.

Maxson/Hancock: “You are an abomination, that should be exterminated. You will never get any lov~” He was interrupted by Sole, who shocked him on the neck, and gave them an angry look. Hancock smirked “It’s okay love! He’s just jealous cause you love me more than him!”

Gage/Deacon: “Uhh, I love ya? I guess??”. Deacon laughed “You are even worse than me man!” Gage chuckled and shrugged before getting shocked by Deacon. He got pissed and massaged the place where Deacon shocked him, while murmuring swears.

Ada/Gage: Her voice was as monotonous as always “I love you”. Gage, the raider he is, didn’t hesitate to shock her with a chuckle “Ya’ gotta do better than that!”

Sole/Danse: Sole couldn’t hold their laugh while saying “I love you Paladin!”. That image in Danse’s head was way too cute. He blushed deeply and cleared his throat before requesting for the game to continue, so the attention of the group was off of him already! Sole got away with that bad acting afterall!

Oh I forgot! Here is a crappy video of me squatting a low 70 pounds cuz I haven’t worked out in over a month! I had worked my way up from just bar weight so I was tired and trying to take it easy.

I’m working on squatting lower when having heavier weights on my back. I noticed my squats get less deep when I hit 50 pounds or more. But that’s gonna happen with more practice and hip mobility. But shit…I’ve missed working out! The new gym I go to is more of a body builder gym so I’m going to look for someone who can help me get into the world of power lifting. I decided I really want to train in it. I don’t think ill ever compete but its something I would like to have the option to do!