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Levi Ackerman: The Abuse Claim

Alright, so here I am with another long ass meta post. Only this time, this one is directed solely at the legend, Levi Ackerman himself. Yet again, I am seeing the “Levi is Abusive” mumbo jumbo and I have spent my two years in this fandom quiet about my opinions on this for the most part because I do not enjoy drama. However, after this last batch of Discourse™ that I have seen, I have been pushed beyond my ability to bite my tongue. 

This is Part One to a two part meta, and this is me basically trying to shine light on Levi’s actions a bit and why he behaves the way he does. In no way do I try to justify all of the shit he carries out so don’t think this is just a fangirl squeal post. I’m simply trying to better explain his character for the people who seem to think he is some kind of rage beast who beats kids for fun in his spare time. 

I will be putting this under a Read More because it is extremely long and also contains spoilers. I’d also like to state that this would be best read from a computer or the mobile website as it contains a metric fuckton of manga panels used for reference (seriously use any other means outside of the mobile app to read this because the app will butcher this post and cut out a majority of the images). If you are sitting down to read this, please make sure you are comfy, cozy, and drinking a nice warm beverage. Now then, 

DISCLAIMER: This is my personal opinion. In no way am I stating what I say here is completely accurate. if you disagree with my opinion, good for you! That’s your prerogative. However, If you are going to send me messages trying to argue points of view with me or send me hate messages because my opinion differs from your own; do us both a favor and just don’t even bother. WARNING: Major spoilers ahead.

First and foremost, this is the scene I see brought up the absolute most so I’d like to go ahead and address it first:

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❝ Just tell me the truth. ❞

Plot: You and your boyfriend Yoongi fought due to his stress and misunderstanding but at the end he fixs everything.

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 3k+

Genre: Angst/ Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

You were just passing by the studio to leave him something to eat. You knew too well Yoongi and you were sure he had already skipped lunch, too concentrated on the music to notice the rest.  

You had the best intentions and you still couldn’t figure out how it was possible to begin to scream in the soundproof walls of his studio.  

“Can you let me talk?” You murmured with a softer voice, hoping that lowered your voice would help him to lower his, too; “Yoongi, please.. I can’t even understand why we’re arguing! ”  

He snorted and turned back to the computer, pretending that you were not there; “Because as always you meddle in businesses that are not yours, Y/N.”  

“That is?”  

“I told you not to tell Namjoon I have problems with this track, but accidentally he said that I don’t have to worry. You were the only one who knew. ”  

You remained silent for a fraction of a second, remembering the fact that you didn’t see and text Namjoon for almost four days and he interpreted your silence as an admission of guilt.  

You opened your mouth to be able to say something when he turned and his face was so transformed by frustration and anger that it didn’t even seem to have before Yoongi.  

He got up and you just flinched away, feeling a thrill of fear running along your back but he didn’t approach you. He ignored you, as he had done a few seconds before and came up to the door, opening it and keeping it open.  

“Go away.”  

His jaw was contracted while you watched him completely shocked by his attitude, without finding the strength to move one step. You noticed how his hands trembled, how he clung to the door, and even though he was treating you unjustly, you felt sorry to see him in those conditions.  

“Yoo–”  

“I said go away, Y/N,” He hissed bitterly, finally lifting his gaze and laying it on you. The thrill of you felt before was nothing compared to what crossed through your body, taking for a few moments your breath. “I don’t need you, I don’t need your attention. You have to stop, okay? I can handle everything alone because then the result of your attentions are just trouble. ” His tone became more and more aloof and cold to every word he uttered, while what he said slipped on you and almost put the roots within you.  

You never thought he had so little need of you or considered you a kind of trouble, but it wasn’t hard to believe.  

You had always had problems in dealing with people and in time you came to the conclusion that the main problem was you.  

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To Become A Hunter [3]

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Characters: John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sister!reader

Words: 3800+

Warnings:  John’s A+ parenting, implied verbal/physical abuse, sort of bad mental health (I don’t really know how to describe it)

A/N: I think I’ve said this before, but I just want to emphasize, that this is just a version of John. It’s not necessarily how I see him - this fic resembles that better - but I’ve twisted and molded his character for the sake of the story. There really are many ways to interpret the guy, and this is one of them :) Also, this is the first part of the “finale” (they’re named 3 & 4). It was too long, so I split it into two. I’ll drop the other part tomorrow :)

May I recommend a song? Trainwreck - Banks - This isn’t a song fic, and I haven’t even looked up the lyrics, but I listened to it while writing this and now I associate it with the fic :) 

Originally posted by yaelstiel

Originally posted by yaelstiel

Your name: submit What is this?

”Who is it?” He asks again when he’s only greeted by silence, as he rubs his eyes with his free hand, trying to blink away the tiredness.

And after a couple of seconds, a voice that makes his blood run cold, fiery ice spreading through his body, answers.

”(Y/N).”

At Stanford, Sam sits up in his bed in an instant. So fast that the blonde in bed next to him stirs in her sleep. His breath catches in his throat.

From being barely awake when he answered the call that brought him back from slumber, he’s now as alert as he possibly can be. He’s been scared for this. No, he’s been waiting for this. A call in the middle of the night. The person on the other line telling him someone is dead. Or that they themselves are dying. He’s had this nightmare many times before.

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anonymous asked:

I am a hardcore Destiel shipper (and Sam/Eileen tbh), but I am losing hope that it will ever be made obvious on screen. I choose to see it as canon, but how do you think they would make it extra obvious to less-shippy fans? I'd be down for a hug and some hand holding, but I can't think of an outcome that doesn't sound like some fan fiction - and therefor being called out as fan service. Thoughts?

Honestly I’m really confused how anyone can be losing hope after having just witnessed season 12.

Originally posted by lifetimetv

We just had a whole season of:

- Multiple near-death moments, hugs, reunions that are more and more emotional every time, by the time we get to 12x19 they both look so strained they could strain Rowena’s tea leaves with their eye balls. Let alone Cas’s “DEAN!” moment right in front of Sam and Mary in 12x23, completely ignoring them, and Dean’s “where the hell have you been?!” standard pissed off wife raging at Cas in 12x19 in front of Sam. Attempts at hiding it from these two have really gone out the window by this point…

-Sam being SO DONE and rolling his eyes practically every time they are in the same room together, even when they aren’t, yes, I’m looking at you 12x10: “you’re going to storm in….right now”. 

- Dean textually saying he’s not mad, he’s WORRIED about Cas. DEAN BEING A WORRIED HUSBAND ALL SEASON LONG EVEN THOUGH THAT DOESN’T ADD AT ALL TO THE PLOT LINE, ITS JUST THERE BELOW THE RADAR ANYWAY. 

- Mary treating Cas like he is Dean’s husband, comforting him when he’s missing, the ‘computing’ look at their reunion hug, looking pointedly at DEAN when asking if Cas will go along with their plan in 12x23 etc etc etc.

- DEAN GIVING CAS A MIXTAPE OF HIS FAVOURITE BAND, A BAND THAT IS LINKED TO SEDUCTION IN THE SHOW. Cas wondering if he has to return it now that Dean seems so upset with him, again, a standard romantic “returning your stuff” break up trope, but Dean waves him away, no, I forgive you, just PLEASE STAY WITH ME.

- In 12x19 Dean being angry and acting like a wife who’s husband is late home from the pub, because he was worried but then IMMEDIATELY forgiving Cas, asking Cas to stay, to be a “we”, even in 12x19 still defending him, by 12x23 saying that they will “work things out”, Cas telling Dean that he would die to protect him, that he loves him, loves all of them etc etc etc.

- Now Dean is learning to let his walls down and the catalyst occurs in the FINALE, oh, coincidentally, JUST before Cas gets taken brutally away from him right in front of his eyes and he doesn’t even compute it, is still in shock by the time the credits roll….

This whole season has been what I see as the middle ground, the link between the previous seasons where the Dean / Cas relationship has been extremely subtextual, and the next season(s) where it will culminate in canon.

You can’t just randomly show casual viewers Dean and Cas making out, so many people won’t have seen the subtext (I was just talking to a viewer this weekend, who was like Destiel? Nope, I don’t see it. When I explained the story, he was like OMG YES I never noticed that! That makes so much more sense - talking about s11 and the undercurrent of Dean’s feelings since the show and how they link to the overall plot) - So the casual viewers need it to be much more obvious before it is canon, but also it’s a long running show, it cannot just SUDDENLY become obvious, it needs to feel organic.

Therefore season 12 was for US very blatant, but for casual viewers they are just getting strong hints of it. It was around 12x10 - 12x12 that I got a few asks saying things like “I never shipped Destiel but now I do”… and after 12x19 I think many of these ideas were cemented into peoples minds, the same as after 12x22 I think many people will now understand Performing!Dean and the side that was the facade and what is real, they will look at the show in hindsight and see it where they hadn’t so much before.

Therefore next season should be even more blatant. And what could be more blatant than Cas being dead and us seeing Dean in MOURNING, fighting to WIN HIM BACK (again, this is a standard romantic trope and the next part of the story in line with the standard romantic storyline that they are abiding to, for more info search #break up theory on my blog).

Next season should be even stronger with the subtext and we will see things coming into the text much more than even in season 12. 

Originally posted by thegirlatther0cksh0w

In season 12 we had hugs, worrying for your boyfriend and a freaking mixtape. 

I think season 13 will raise us something along the lines of mourning like a widower, Sam supporting Dean in this widower role, an awkward accidental date, talking about feelings, working on something together while laughing and doing the heart eyes and probably some kind of accidental kiss / falling over each other or whatever if they want to get really blatant about it ;)

With regards to how they will make it canon, these are two BAMF guys who, yes, are actually also deep down very soft and sweet in their personalities but are not going to start running bubble baths and giving each other bouquets of flowers on screen. All we need and want is a couple of shots of Cas shuffling into the kitchen in Dean’s dead guy robe for a couple of cups of coffee in the morning and Dean’s gruff “coming Cas?” as he goes off to bed, a shot of them giving each other a cute look over lunch while Sam rolls his eyes, thats all we need after the initial love declaration or 1 kiss of whatever way they decide to go…

I mean, I’m being really arrogant here, but Destiel isn’t the only thing that me and the other meta writers write about and we are all basking in the glory of the fact that pretty much everything we speculated would happen character wise in s12 has happened and that pretty much all our endgame speculation has either happened already or looks very much on track to being so. It would be weird if we were right about all the rest and not about Destiel, which is one of the most blatant ones of all…

do not ask me where this came from. it just appeared in my mind fully formed and i wanted to write it and considering i haven’t wanted to write anything properly in months, well… i decided to go with it.

basically, this is how i imagine the post-reveal discussion happening once the dust has settled and the fighting has stopped (aka how i dream it happening because lbr we won’t ever be this lucky!)


He stood in the doorway, watching as Aaron slipped out of his jeans and climbed into bed. They hadn’t spoken in an hour. Robert knew because he’d been glancing at his watch every few minutes, waiting for Aaron to erupt and kick him out. He had been expecting it all day, but even as Aaron raged, hands balled into fists, eyes watery with tears, he hadn’t told Robert to leave.

A miracle.

“Stop hovering and get over here.”

Robert jumped, hitting his shoulder off the door-frame. Aaron glanced up for a moment and then slowly, cautiously, patted the duvet. His feet moved without him, desperate to be closer to his husband even if he was just waiting for the rejection he knew was coming.

He clambered onto his side, limbs awkward and gangling, feeling like a teenager waiting to be scolded. Even in the narrow bed there was still a gap between them. Robert felt sick.

Aaron sighed and then slid further under the covers, lifting his arm and looking to Robert who just stared back.

“I’m not gonna bite. Come on.”

He stayed staring for a moment, too dumbfounded to move, and then felt himself falling into Aaron’s embrace, gravity doing the work. Tentatively, he pressed his lips to Aaron’s bare, tanned chest and then pillowed his head there, listening to the heavy metronome of Aaron’s heart just beneath his ear.

“We’ve gotten through worse,” Aaron said into the darkness, his voice a low rumble and a little faded at the edges, drowsy. Robert rested a hand on his shoulder, squeezed out of reassurance for them both - I’m here, we’re here, together - and tucked his nose into Aaron’s neck.

“You shouldn’t have to put up with this. With me,” he whispered into soft, warm skin, and Aaron’s arm immediately curled tight around Robert’s waist, pulling him in closer.

“Don’t say that.” It was a warning, a hazard light flashing, but Robert pushed on.

“It’s true. You could be happy right now and instead-”

“Who says I’m not happy,” Aaron cut in, pushing himself further up the bed into a half-sitting position, dragging Robert with him. And even in the darkness Robert could see the stubborn set of his shoulders, the sharp line of his jaw jutting out. It was at once endearing and heartbreaking, the sheer strength of will Aaron seemed to possess, his utter refusal to give in even when… even when it would have been better for him.

“Aaron,” Robert began, elbow digging into the mattress so he could keep his balance, “don’t play it down. Don’t make out like your okay with this.” It was one thing to see Aaron resilient, but it was another to have him forcing a smile. Robert couldn’t cope with anymore lies, and especially none that were designed to spare him pain or guilt.

He wanted to feel it. He needed to. It was currently the only thing keeping him anchored.

“I’m not okay,” Aaron answered, and even though Robert knew it already, the raw honesty of the words lanced through him, sharp and merciless.

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Attached (Preview)

Preview Summary: Your first day on the job at the New York Bulletin takes a catastrophic turn when you accidentally overlook a fellow employee’s private chat session. 

Word Count: 1,086

A/N: This story idea came to mind after I read ‘Attachments’ by Rainbow Rowell. Though it took me a while, I finally wrote this idea on paper. As mentioned above, this is just a preview of the story and I won’t be updating it just yet, but I want to share this part with all of you. After I’m done with ‘#DateMeBuckyBarnes’ series, I will focus my attention on this story as well as the ‘Roommates’ series. I hope you enjoy this sneak peek. 

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Well…I’m screwed.

Although you closed out all of the windows on your computer screen, they knew someone overlooked their chat session, and you invaded their privacy. Newly hired, you were just adapting to your new position and familiarizing yourself with the countless applications on your workstation. Highly unaware, you opened one that gave you access to the live chat sessions that occurred throughout the building. Granted, you should’ve closed the chat session right when you opened it, but you didn’t. You were engrossed with the conversation despite feeling immense guilt about intruding their private exchange.

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My Little Secret

They had met in Jamaica when Harry went to get away, to write, to have no distractions. But then she came out of nowhere, she was on vacation with her friends, spring break. She was cute, and Harry took a quick liking to her, she was different. She didn’t want to know Harry Styles from One Direction, but just Harry Styles as a person. 

He liked the way she laughed, the way she was carefree but at the same time she wasn’t. He liked the way that she had to plan everything before it happened, that she hated not knowing. He liked the fact that she was a college student, a waitress, a regular girl. He loved the fact that she private, and didn’t want any camera’s on her, she wanted no part in his famous life. She wanted him behind closed doors. The only person in her life that knew about him was her roommate, other than that she kept her lips sealed.

And at the beginning it was easy, he could visit her, she could visit him. She went to his private show in London, met his family. They all loved her, who wouldn’t? She met his friend, his band mates, she sat in the crowd and people just assumed she was a fan. They came in separate cars, him with his team, she would drive her 2008 Ford, they would leave in separate cars. They made it work. 

“When did you get here?” Harry asked, relaxing in the shade near the pool. 

They were careful, up until his three day holiday in Mexico. She stood by the doorway, her sun flower covered dress laid over her bathing suit, sunglasses on her face. 

“About twenty minutes ago, I ran up stairs to change,” she smiled, “how’s your break?”

“Would be better if you laid here with me,” Harry grins, patting the spot next to him.

She laughs, laying next to him, he wraps his arm around her, the two face each other, their faces inches apart, “did you get a hair cut?” he asked, picking up the ends of her hair. 

“Yeah,” she smiled, “I got it the other day.”

“‘s nice,” he yawns, dropping her hair, “I’ve missed you.”

She kisses his jaw line, moving up to the corner of his mouth, “missed you more,” she mumbled, kissing him, “your sister requested to follow my instagram, I had to decline.”

Harry laughs, Y/N made it clear she wants her privacy. And if Gemma, Anne, Harry, and all his friends and family followed her on social media and shared pictures people would start asking questions, something she wasn’t ready for. 

“Did you see me on the late late show?” He asked. 

“I stayed up every night,” she says, making him smile, “your performance of Kiwi gave me life I had no idea I was missing.”

He laughs, moving her body closer to him, and then wrapping his leg around her, “is that so?” he asked. 

She nods, “are you joining me next week?” Harry asks, lips in a pout. 

“I wish, but I have work,” she sighs, “I have to make money to pay for college, you know like normal people.”

“Ugh,” Harry groans, “what about June?”

“I’m all yours,” she promised. 


“We are going out to eat,” Mitch says, leaning against the island in the kitchen. 

“Where are you going?” Y/N asked, placing her chin on the palm of her hand, she tears her gaze away from Harry to Mitch. 

“Some restaurant Claire found,” he shrugs, “I take it you guys won’t be coming?”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Sarah asked, walking in, she sets her back on top of the island, “didn’t you two come out yet?”

“No, why would you think that?” Y/N asked. 

“There are pictures of you like everywhere,” Sarah says, handing her phone to Y/N.

She grabs it, scrolling through twitter. 

Y/N Y/L/N is the girl Harry is with, here is her twitter. 

She’s not that pretty. 

LOL she looks like trash. 

IDK I would put in more effort in my appearance if I was Y/N.

Y/N is cute, leave her alone. 

If Harry likes her, I like her. 

Y/N needs to lose some weight, where did she come from anyways?

I bet Y/N is with him for the money.

Harry grabs the phone, pictures of them from the pool are posted everywhere, links to her social media are attached to tweets.

“Oh God,” Y/N rubs her temples, “how did they find me so quickly?”

“Please don’t listen to them,” Harry says. 

She sighs, she had seen how the fans reacted to his past rumored girlfriends, it was the last thing she wanted. 

“This is crazy,” she says, grabbing her own phone to see calls and texts from her friends, DM’s from people in her school, “this is the last thing I wanted.”

“Why are people like this?” Mitch sighed. 

“Y/N,” Harry says gently. 

“I’m fine,” she shrugs, turning off her phone and slipping it back into her bag, “it was bound to happen at some time anyways.”

“It should’ve happened when you were ready though, not when some guy wanted a pay check,” Harry says, frowning. 

She grabs his hand, “my social media is on private, and I don’t plan on changing that, yeah people know about me, but they can’t really ever know what happens when it’s just us, which is what really matters.”

“‘m sorry love,” Harry kisses her hand, “I know this isn’t ideal.”

“Hey, you have to put up with me and my baggage, I have to do the same, your baggage just happened to be millions of camera’s,” she teased. 

“Sometimes you can get a really good profile picture though,” Harry jokes. 

She rolls her eyes, leaning over the island and kissing him quickly, “you’re very lucky I like you a lot,” she smiled. 

“I’m a very lucky man,” Harry agrees, a smile on his face. 

He grabs his phone sending out one little tweet. 

Please share the love, she’s a wonderful girl who makes me happy, H.

“Stop signing your tweets! We know they’re from you!” Claire yelled, walking into the room. 

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Marty Scurll x reader

(Y/N)’s car breaks down and in a panic she dials the first number she can think of- Marty, with whom she’s currently on break from.

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Drunk and Disorderly - Imagine

*Y/N’s POV*

It was well after 2am by the time I gave up waiting, shuffling to the bedroom with a defeated sigh, leaving a couple of hall lights on behind me should he arrive home after I’d fallen asleep.

Harry had been out with his friends since 6.30pm, dinner and a few drinks he told me, “Nothing major sweetheart, I’ll be home by 12”.

“12 my arse” I grumbled as I crawled in to bed, shuffling under the duvet and into the cool sheets. I had waited up for him like he asked, but as 12 came and went, and my phone remained void of messages, I gave up. It was unusual of Harry to stay out later than intended and not let me know, and to say his lack of contact had me worried was an understatement.

I settled in to bed, lying flat on my back with my hands resting on my chest and my eyes gazing up at the ceiling, the exhaustion threatening to pull them closed but my concern repeatedly pulling them back open. As 3am drifted past, I finally slipped into an uneasy sleep.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before I was ripped from my dreams by a loud banging on the front door, but I was faintly aware of a thin band of pale light creeping in between the curtains. A second series of aggressive knocks rattled the front door. I quickly flung myself from the bed and pulled a jumper over my body, dashing down the stairs in my pyjama trousers and socks. As I unlatched the front door, I assumed I would pull it back to find Harry, having lost his keys or too drunk to get them in the lock I wasn’t sure, but I knew it would be him. I was prepared to be relieved to have him in front of me, I was also prepared for the anger that would inevitably follow as he slurred out an excuse for returning during the early hours of the morning. But as I opened the door, everything I expected was replaced with one thing:

Shock.

Stood before me, silhouetted by the crisp light of the early morning, were two police officers. The two men took no notice of my appearance as one offered me a soft smile.

“Miss Y/L/N?” he asked. By this point, I was too stunned to answer. Every possible reason as to why I was being faced with two police officers at 5 o’clock in the morning flashed through my brain in what must have been no longer than a second, and all of them ended with Harry, arrested, injured or worse. I’ve seen the programmes, the cop dramas and movies, and no good ever comes from having a policeman stood on your doorstep without good reason.

My inner turmoil must have been present on my face as the taller officer, a slender man with a thin beard and moustache, spoke again without waiting for my reply to his earlier question.

“No need to panic love, I can tell what you’re thinking and it’s not that” he said, his words lifting a weight off my heart. But still my brows furrowed in confusion.

“Is everything ok?” I asked.

“Well we are here on behalf of your boyfriend, Mr Styles, yes?” he asked and I nodded.

“Got ‘imself into a bit of trouble last night” the other officer said. He was shorter than his colleague and rounder, his hand stuffed into the front of his vest to brace him against the chill of the morning air.

“What happened? Is he ok?” I rushed.

“He’s fine. He was arrested last night for being drunk and disorderly. Kept him in the cells over night to sober him up. We’ve been sent to request that you come and collect him, there are a few forms that need to be filled out on his behalf” he explained. I was stunned silent. Harry, drunk and disorderly? It didn’t make sense, and it didn’t sit well in my stomach. I was well aware of the fact that Harry, like perhaps anyone else, was more than susceptible to the effects of alcohol, and on more than one occasion I had to pull him away from a fight on a night out, but for Harry to follow through on what I had always assumed were idle threats surprised me.

“Oh, oh right. Um, ok, just let me get dressed and I’ll follow you there in my car?” I suggested.

“Sounds good. We’ll just wait for you in our car, head out when you’re ready” the shorter officer spoke once again before they both turned away and returned to their car which was parked on the road just outside. I shut the door quickly and rushed upstairs, not bothering to change the jumper I had thrown on, but instead opting to switch my flannel pyjama bottoms for a pair of jeans. I stuffed my feet in to a pair of trainers as I grabbed my phone and keys before dashing out the front door again, locking it firmly behind me.

The officers drove slower than was probably necessary as I followed them across town to the local station, making a point to hold back after each junction to make sure that I was behind them. I pulled my car up beside them as we reached the station car park and followed them inside like they said.

“We’ve got Miss Y/L/N ‘ere Sir” the tall officer said, who I learned was called Tom as we hurried across the frozen ground of the car park and in to the welcome head of the station reception.

“Ah yes, thank you Sargent, I’ll deal with it from here”. Both officers gave me a small tip of the hat as they disappeared down one of the many corridors that branched off from the desk I was stood before.

“Not what you were expecting this morning ay Miss?” the man behind the desk said as he collected some papers from beside him and placing them in front of me along with a pen.

“Em no, not exactly” I said with by best attempt at a chuckle.

“No need to worry, just need you to fill out a couple of things and then your boyfriend will be released without charge, no harm done. Well maybe not for him, I imagine he’ll be getting a bit of an ear bashing from you on the way home, am I right?” he said with a smile.

“You got that right” I snorted as I began filling in the required details on the papers in front of me.

“I’d say he’s got the worst yet to come” he continued and once again I nodded, he had no idea. The paperwork was long and extensive, giving me more than enough time to decide whether I was angry, or relieved that nothing serious had happened to him. It didn’t take me long to decide that I was angry, furious in fact. For Harry, things like these become global news ‘Harry Styles arrested for being drunk and disorderly’, ‘Harry Styles spends night in a cell following arrest’, ‘Harry Styles: global superstar or drunken thug?’. His worldwide influence was growing day by day, his album was number 1 across the world, he himself is number 1 on 2 Billboard charts, and he was marking that achievement, by getting himself arrested. Way to go Harry.

“Done” the man behind the desk said as I signed the last page. “I’ll just head along and get ‘im” he said, before removing himself from his chair and disappearing, the large bunch of keys strapped to his waist jingling as he went. It was only moments before he returned, a tired and rather apprehensive Harry in his wake.

“Good luck Son” the man called as I turned to leave the building, Harry shuffling along behind me. It was silent, neither of us spoke as we hurried across the car park to escape the chill of the morning air. The smell of stale alcohol drifted from him as he slipped into the passenger seat beside me, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap as I pulled out of the station and began the journey home.

“Sorry” Harry mumbled after several more minutes of thick, tense silence. I snapped.

“What the hell were you thinking?! Drunk and disorderly Harry are you kidding me?! What happened?!” I shouted, the anger in my voice resonating throughout the small confines of my car. Part of me wanted to calm down, to let him explain and to listen to what reasonable excuse he had for behaving in such an uncharacteristic way. But the anger at his carelessness was consuming me, so I pushed the reasonable thoughts aside and continued speaking before he had the chance to reply.

“Do you have any idea what the media are going to make of this?! How could you be so stupid Harry?!”

“Y/N please, let me explain” he signed gently, looking at me with wide, bloodshot eyes. I waved my hand in the air to encourage him to continue.

“I don’t even know what happened, I wasn’t that drunk,” I snorted but he pushed on, “I wasn’t I promise! We were having a couple of drinks after dinner, just like I said and then this guy recognised me, said I was ‘That guy who was in that band’. He knew you though, kept going on about how I had such a ‘pretty girl’ and all this shit. He was off his face Y/N, literally blind drunk, I was surprised he was still on his feet. But he kept going on and on about you, said he’d seen you picture in the papers or something, and he was saying some disgusting things. Kept saying I should share you out, give him and turn for the night, said I could watch if it made me feel better” Harry cringed and I supressed a shudder, the anger dissolving from my body with each word he spoke.

“I lost it after that, I don’t even remember what happened. I must have followed him in to the street or something and attacked him cause the next thing I knew I was pinned to the ground by two police officers and the guy was being lifted into an ambulance. Someone said that they’d seen me follow the guy out of the bar so they arrested me for being drunk and disorderly and took me to the station. I’m sure you know the rest” Harry said with another gentle sigh. I pulled the car up outside the house and killed the engine.

“But they released you without charge, no assault conviction, nothing” I frowned.

“Yeah, a couple of people in the bar heard what was being said, told the police everything and they let me go”.

“I was so worried Harry” I whispered, turning in my seat to face him as he did the same. He sighed and reached over to brush his hand against my cheek, running his thumb along the puffy skin beneath my eyes which had developed from lack of sleep.

“I know baby, I’m sorry. I asked if I could call you but they wouldn’t let me until everything had got sorted out” he said gently, his fingertips brushing down my neck and pushing my hair back behind my shoulder.

“You don’t ever have to do that because some creep is saying something about me you know?” I said and he nods his head gently.

“You didn’t hear what he was saying Y/N, it was so,” I hushed him.

“Harry what people say doesn’t matter, what he was saying would never have happened, you and I both know that. Don’t get yourself into trouble just to protect me” I said gently.

“I’d do anything to protect you, sweetheart” he said, his voice holding the most conviction it had since I picked him up.

“I know” I said, leaning across the centre console to press my lips lightly against his. Neither of us tried to deepen the kiss, simply let the comforting warmth of his lips against mine sooth the stress of the night.

“Come on curly,” I said, pulling away just far enough to speak, my lips brushing gently against his, “let’s get you inside and in the shower, you stink of alcohol” I said with a giggle, pulling away completely and reaching for the door handle.

“Fine,” he sighed as I opened the door and stepped out, “but you’re getting in with me” he added as I shut the car door, a small smile spreading across my lips as his words ignited a warmth in my stomach.  

anonymous asked:

I have heard rumors that some DG accuse Lizzington fans of promoting incest (social medias). Seriously, incest! As far as I know, until recently several people from TBL have said that Red is not Liz's father, so ... And BTW, why would not it be possible to have a respectful debate between the two clans. Perhaps it would be interesting to know their point of view.

This is the biggest fallacy DG’s have about Lizzington. People who ship Lizzington absolutely DO NOT believe they are related. The thought of incest makes us puke just like everyone else. We DO NOT see their relationship as paternal. Most fans can see the ambiguity in their relationship - some think it is paternal, while others think it is something else entirely, and some have no idea. The something else entirely is the side of the fence we fall on. And we don’t for a minute think that our Red was the DNA match. You can read about the impostor theories to get details on that.

Again Jon Bokenkamp says watch the show. Look at the characters on the show who do not think this is a familial relationship or at least see something going on (taken from yesterday’s post):

Let’s look at the task-force members first. What do they think?

  • Donald Ressler to Lizzie -  Sounds like someone’s a little jealous. Uncle Red’s got a new crush
  • Donald Ressler to Lizzie -  What’s going on with you and Reddington? You two have a little lovers’ quarrel?
  • Donald Ressler to Red talking about Liz not showing up -  What, are you in the doghouse?
  • Harold Cooper - Assumed that Kirk was Liz’s father, even though he has known Red a long time -  It shouldn’t be a surprise. You must have known there was a chance she’d discover Kirk was her father when you put him on your list.
  • Samar - Was trying to figure out who Red was to Liz -  You know everyone talks about it, right? They don’t want to bring it up with you. Why you? Who is he to you?

Then look at the Blacklister’s who have made a comment or two about Red’s relationship with Liz:

  • Anslo Garrick - Have to admit Red I never thought you would come out of the box. Then her.  She was unexpected.  The old boy still has got the touch.
  • Madeline Pratt – Tell me about her. How did you pick her? Red – Fate. Madeline – She’s a little young for you.  Red – Ya think?
  • Berlin - Until one day I made a connection. Elizabeth Keen. That’s why we’re sitting here today. Because of Keen. I know you care for her as much as you care for your wife.  …You have the power to destroy me, but you’re offering me a way out because you’re blinded by passion
  • Luther Braxton - Well, you better hurry. ‘Cause your girlfriend, the princess, she’s got the answers in her head that I’m looking for.
  • Solomon - Even if your girlfriend gets off a shot or two….
  • Solomon -  What is the deal with you two anyways? It’s what everybody wants to know. Some say it’s a daddy/daughter thing. Others swear it’s May-September. I prefer to believe it’s a little of both.

Even Liz did not think of Red as a father-figure before this “proof” of DNA from a sample taken 30 years ago:

  • In S2 when Tom asked Liz if Red was her father:  No. My father died when I was 4, in a fire. Reddington was there. I think she may have been, too.
  • In S2 Liz talking to Red when she remembered what happened the night of the fire:  I could hear them arguing. He was hurting her. And I know why my father died that night. I shot him.
  • In S3 Liz talking to Cooper the day of her wedding:  You are the closest thing I have to a real father.
  • In S3 when Liz was about to be knocked out she used his correct first name and said something that was not very daughter like, especially when she added the “do” emphasis: Raymond, I do love….
  • In S4 when she found out Kirk was not her father after all, she made a comment to Red that she should have believed him that her father was dead - even though she “knew” Red slept with her mother. She still did not think he was her father.

Also some tweets from the Producers and Writers of the show:

I am not trying to get DG’s to believe Lizzington. I am just pointing out that we are not alone in believing Red and Liz are not related. Again I understand others believe they are related and that is cool. But please do not accuse Lizzington of promoting incest. If the show proves that Red is Liz’s father, we will stop shipping them immediately and mourn for all the pain they put us through.

Thanks for the question #anon

Welcome Home, Sweetheart

Originally posted by thing-you-do-with-that-thing

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!Reader
Word count: 1,150

Part 5 of Letters From the Dead

Y/N started school today. I think I was more emotional than her. She was so determined to do this all on her own, and then she looked up at me. Maybe she saw that I needed it, but she took my hand and let me walk her in.

Now it really hits how big she’s getting.


The next morning after breakfast, Jensen declared it was a father/daughter bonding day. You’d stared at him like he’d grown a third eye. That just wasn’t something you were used to. JJ told you that it was fun, and to ask for ice cream. That wasn’t a bad idea, either.

Your first stop was to get you some stuff to make your room feel a bit more like home. Walking in, you’d been looking down, so you didn’t even know the name of the damn store. He was pushing the cart, and you were walking next to him. “So, uh, what’s your favorite color?” He asked awkwardly.

“Y/F/C.” You shrugged. “You know, we could have ordered this online, and saved you having to come shopping with a teenager.”

Jensen laughed, shaking his head. “Dan did offer to do this part, actually.” He glanced at you before turning down the aisle of sheets. “Told her I had 14 years to make up for. Gotta start somewhere.” His voice was somewhat sad. “Hey, where did you think I was all this time?” He asked you once you’d started looking over the different colors.

Pausing, you shrugged and glanced at him. “I didn’t.” You told him honestly, your eyes going back to the middle row. You were debating between two colors, and scrunching your face. “I never knew anything but it being mom and me for a long time. I asked her once, when I was really little. There was a daddy daughter dance thing. I went with my best friend and her dad. After that, I didn’t need to know. I was happy.”

He nodded. “Well, I’m glad you weren’t torn up or something about it.”

“This!” You smiled, grabbing some sheets. Looking over at him, you weren’t sure how he meant that. “Was that…sarcasm?” You asked, putting the package in the basket.

“No! No. Promise.” He chuckled. “I feel bad enough as it is, I’d feel worse if you spent your life thinking I’d like…abandoned you or something.” That made sense to you.

As you started moving towards the bedding sets, you finally blurted out the question you had been wanting to ask. “Why weren’t you there?” You asked gently, not looking at him.

Jensen stopped. “She never told you?” You looked up at him and shook your head. “We broke up so I could focus on my career. I still cared about her, and wanted to stay friends. Suddenly, she stopped returning my calls.” He sighed. “In the letters that your mom wrote, that the lawyer gave me, she said she wanted me to live my dream. That she knew I’d go back and do the right thing. I’d be there for you guys, and she wanted me to better my life for whoever I made a life with.” Your eyes fell, feeling like you’d invaded on that life. “She’s right, though.” He told you. “I would have gone right back.” You couldn’t tell if he wished he had known or not.

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Cold

Summary: The Gallaghers and Mickey go outside on a snowy, winter day. Being that Mickey forgot a coat, he shares with Ian and ends up falling asleep.

Word Count: 1426

Notes: This was another request from my messages. I thought it was so cute :)


The Gallaghers and Mickey, of course, had all been comfortably lounging inside with a movie in. It was the middle of winter, and the first snowfall had just come around. They were all dozing off over the course of the movie.

Mickey was wearing a long sleeve shirt, unlike his boyfriend, so he felt warm enough. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of Ian with such a big blanket around him. Mickey used the blanket as a pillow, and tried to sleep so he could dream about the summertime. Ian hated the coldness of the winter, and so did Mickey, but not everyone in the room thought that way.

Liam loved the winter. He always wanted to be bundled up with a warm cup of hot cocoa in his hands. “I think the snow stopped,” the little boy said causing Mickey and Fiona to jump up from their near slumber. “Can we go outside?” He asked.

“I ain’t fuckin’ going outside,” Mickey said without missing a beat.

Fiona rolled her eyes. “Sure, bean,” she said to her youngest brother. “I’ll take you outside.” She stood, but Liam crossed his arms.

At the age of seven, it wasn’t a surprise that Liam was going through a stage with such a terrible attitude, by it was getting somewhat comical. Liam was always a good kid, so seeing him lash out and be rude was undeniably funny even though it should be. “I want everyone to come with me. Mickey, you have to come too,” he insisted sternly, causing Mickey to roll his eyes. “Ian, make Mickey come outside.”

Ian laughed at Liam’s consistency. “Mick?”

“Fuckin’ fine,” the Milkovich boy said and stood up.

Lip, Carl, and Debbie couldn’t help but grin at the way Mickey did anything that Ian asked of him. It was kind of cute. Those three led the way outside, with everyone on their heels. Everyone besides Ian and Mickey had thick sweatshirts on or a blanket around them, so they didn’t bother grabbing a jacket. Ian, on the other hand, got the biggest winter coat that was in the house from the closet before joining his family outside.

When everyone caught sight of Ian’s choice of clothing, they started to cackle. “You look like a fuckin’ eskimo,” Lip let out with a snort, and everyone agreed.

“Shut the fuck up,” Ian said and took a seat on the patio next to Mickey.

“It’s too cold out here,” Debbie stood. Before Liam could protest, she spoke again. “Does anyone want me to get them a coffee?” Only Fiona, Lip, and Ian say yes to that question. She goes inside and get a few mugs and makes the coffee.

While everyone is waiting, Liam runs inside and gets a pair of gloves. He also puts on snow boots and a winter coat. When he comes back out, Debbie’s right behind him. As Liam plays in the snow, they all sit in a slight silence, just watching.

Of course, Mickey didn’t bring his coat out. He didn’t know why the thought didn’t cross his mind that he would need one, but he definitely felt like an idiot. He was also too tired to get up and get one, and too stubborn to admit he was cold.

Everyone else seemed to be exhausted as well. Carl was leaning against the side of the house with his feet out in front of him. Every so often the kid’s eyes would close. He was awaken though when Liam hit him with a snowball. “What the fuck, Liam?” He groaned and wiped the snow off of him. Fiona scolded him as well.

For a while, they were relatively quiet. They were trying to relax in the coldness of the winter day. Suddenly, Debbie started to shiver, and that’s when Mickey decided to give up his stubborn front. “It’s too fuckin’ cold,” he grumbled.

Ian smirked as an idea popped into his head. He opened up his big jacket. “Wanna come here then?” He motioned for his boyfriend to come inside of his coat.

“Fuck yes,” he said. At the moment, Mickey didn’t even care that there was the whole entire Gallagher family surrounding them— they’ve been together long enough for this type of interaction not to be weird. He sat between Ian’s legs and leaned sideways onto him so his head was resting on the redhead’s chest. He let out a quiet hum as Ian wrapped the coat around the both of them.

Fiona looked from Ian and Mickey to Lip. They were both smirking at the sight. Despite the fact that it should not be weird, they couldn’t help but be surprised seeing Mickey seem so small and innocent. In Fiona’s mind though, it was adorable, and from the look on Debbie’s face, she thought so too.

Ian wasn’t taking notice to his siblings expressions; he was completely focused on Mickey. He was soothingly running his hand up and down Mickey’s back. The steadying breath that he felt on his chest let Ian know that Mickey was falling asleep, which made him grin.

Mickey didn’t realized the wave of sleepiness rush over him in a harder fashion. He just felt so peacefully being wrapped up in his boyfriend’s arm with the fresh breeze whirling across them. The silence of the Gallaghers was something that never happened, so Mickey utilized it. He shut his eyes and without meaning to, he fell asleep.

Kissing him head, Ian looked up from Mickey. His family was staring at them with, what looked like, a soft expression. “He fall asleep?” Carl whispered, and Ian nodded with his lips curving into a bigger grin.

“That’s so cute,” Debbie said with a scrunched nose.

They sat their for a while like that. Mickey was completely out, and Ian was holding him fairly tightly to make sure he stayed warm. The rest of the Gallaghers were going from watching Liam to the bundled up couple that was leaning against the house. It was undeniable that the sight of Ian and Mickey brought a pang of warmth to their chests. It looked so perfect and blissful, and they did not want to disturb it.

Suddenly though, Liam came running up the steps. “Shhh,” everyone hushed him as he stomped to them. They knew he was ready to start yelling or something.

Liam caught eye of the rested Milkovich and closed his mouth. “I’m got snow in my pants,” he whispered.

Everyone let out a little laugh. Ian titled his head towards the door, telling his siblings to go inside. He needed to wake Mickey up, he just didn’t want to do it in front of everyone because he would probably react crazily.

“C’mon, little man,” Lip said and led him to the door. Fiona, Debbie, and Carl were right behind them. They gave one last look to Ian and Mickey and smiled before walking into the house. They were totally going to watch through the window, but Ian didn’t need to know that.

Ian waited until the door was closed to tilt Mickey’s head up. He planted a wet and sloppy kiss on his cheek. “Mick,” he said in a dragged out way into his boyfriend’s ear.

As expected, Mickey’s eyes started to flutter open. He already looked confused as he realized no one was outside with them. “Did I fall asleep?”

Ian nodded. “Yeah, it’s cold out here,” he said with a slight chuckle. “Let’s go inside. We can go to bed,” he suggested.

Before responding, Mickey nuzzled his head back into Ian’s neck. He let out a tired yet joyful sound. “Okay,” he eventually said and unlatched himself.

As Mickey separated from him, Ian chuckled. There were imprinted marks on Mickey’s face from where he slept. “You look pretty, ‘specially when you wake up,” Ian said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mickey playfully swatted at him. As the redhead laughed though, Mickey grabbed his big coat and pulled him in for a kiss. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” Ian smiled widely. “Now let’s get in the fucking house,” he looked around. “I think it’s gonna fucking snow again.”

Mickey nodded and followed Ian into the house. When they were fully inside, the Gallaghers were leaning onto the table, in the direction of the window. As their eyes caught the couple, they showed their looks of awe. “So fuckin’ cute!” Debbie exclaimed, making the other Gallaghers, including Ian, start to laugh.

“Oh, fuck,” Mickey rolled his eyes and chucked the finger. Fucking Gallaghers.

Ten Minutes, Omegaverse

The third chapter! Here it is! Sorry for the delay, I remember that when I wrote this chapter it was the most difficult, it’s a little different from the others, what do you think? As alway thank you so much! Love you all

19 Days, Omegaverse AU

Chapter 3

He Tian x Mo GuanShan

In Between

The world is not just white or black, and as far as this concept for someone is pretty obvious, it is one of those things that He Tian had to learn on his own. Contrary to what many may think, it was a very difficult thing to understand, considering that in his family he was raised with relatively simple concepts: if you’re not strong than you’re weak, if you’re not rich you’re poor, you are someone or you are a nobody… you’re an Alpha, or you are not.

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anonymous asked:

Hiii, I couldn't help myself but give you a prompt. I know you're busy now and you can take all the time you want to write it, but I'd really love to read it from you because you make up amazing one shots from prompts. So here is mine: Mutta (because he's the one that hasn't the chance to talk very often, imo) has a crush on Sana and after what happened on Friday she's like very vulnerable and he tries to be there for her.-

-But I also want Yousef to be there because I’m a Yousana trash hahahah. I know it’s very vague, but I trust in your ability of creating fantastic ffs. Have a nice day and thanks 💕💕 “


Heeey! Thank you so so much for coming to me with your idea. 

I’ve done my best with this and I really really hope you like it. It was hard ‘cause I’m yousana trash like you haha but I think that even yousana shipper like us could like this…and yes, I added Yousef hahah I just can’t help myself. Also I didn’t plan on making it this long, sorry!

I really really hope you like it and that I don’t disappoint you!!

here it goes:

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She was so absent-minded in her thoughts that she didn’t noticed the boy that was coming out of her home until she almost  ran into him.

“Hi, Sana” Mutasim said with a big smile

“Oh, hi”

There was an awkward silence between them. Sana had known Mutasim for a long time now but they had never really talked much. He had always been very shy and it wasn’t like she was the most extroverted person either.

“I was giving Elias back some CDs he had lent me” Mutta said pointing at the door behind him

“I see” Sana said

She was going through the worst week of her life. She was out of the bus, she couldn’t even look at Noora’s face nor Isak’s, she was worried about her brother’s late behavior and don’t even get her started with Yousef. So she really didn’t want to talk to anyone. Well, in fact she did want, she wanted someone to notice that she wasn’t okay, she want someone to actually ask her how she was doing. But small talk? Sana definitely didn’t have time for that.

“Well, I’ll see you around” she said walking past him towards the door

“Hey, Sana” he called

“Yeah?”

He looked like he was considering whether to say what was in his mind of not.

“Well?” she asked a little exasperated.

“Are you okay?” he finally blurted out

She frowned at the question, that was totally unexpected.

“I don’t mean to pry but I don’t know you seem a little off lately…like…darker…”he explained combing his hair with his fingers self-consciously

She widened her eyes in shock.

“I’m sorry, that was totally inappropriate. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable I was just worried” he said way too quickly “I’m sorry, I totally overstepped”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just…” she looked at the floor embarrassed “You’re the first one to notice”

“I pay attention to you” he said

She looked up instantly taken aback by his comment. She noticed how he blushed when he saw her staring at him and started to bite his lip nervously. He cleared his throat and then continued talking.

“I know you and I don’t talk much but if you ever want to talk about whatever is bugging you, I’m here. Or even if you don’t want to talk about it and just want to take your mind off that. I’m here”

“Thank you” she said genuinely smiling.

He smiled back and nodded.

“Well, I should get going. I’ll see you around Sana”

He turned around to leave. Sana looked at him as he started to walk, then she looked at her house door and then back at him.

“Mutta” she called walking to him

“Yes?” he said facing her

“Are you…are you busy right now?” she asked

He raised his eyebrows surprised by her question

“I’ve been meaning to go to this new halal kebab place for a while now but I’ve never had the chance…maybe you want to go with me…now?” she said biting her lip. “I really don’t want to be at home right now”

Of course, like I said, I’m here”

 -x-

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sana asked him as they sat on a table at the halal kebab place.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my whole life” Mutta said solemnly.

“You’re going to regret it” she warned him

“I won’t. Life is about taking risks”

“That thing is going to mess up with your stomach, you picked all the spicy sauces”

“I’m a tough guy, I can deal with it”

“Okay, go ahead” she said trying to contain her laugh

Mutta slowly brought the kebab to his mouth and took a bite. He looked at Sana all cocky ‘cause the truth was that it was not spicy at all. Or maybe a little bit. Okay, maybe more than just a little. Alright, it was spicy. Very spicy. He needed water. Now.

He started to fan his mouth making Sana laugh. He took his glass of water and drank it straight.

“Want more?” she said offering hers

He nodded and took her glass of water and drank it. All that time Sana couldn’t stop laughing. It had been awhile since she had even smiled let along laugh. She covered her stomach with her hands, it was starting to ache from all that laugh.

Mutta took a moment to look at Sana. He loved seeing her laugh. He had been paying attention to her this whole week and he had noticed how sad she was. Seeing her happy now and knowing that it was because some stupidity he was doing made him feel so good.

“Okay, I think you should order something else” Sana said

“Are you kidding? I’m eating this thing” he said.

He was willing to deal with some spicy meal if it meant that he would get to see Sana laughing again.

“Do you like suffering?” Sana asked

“Apparently I do” he said shrugging and taking another bite of the kebab.

He felt his tongue burning and started to make some strange movements with his hands making Sana laugh once more.

 -x-

“You doing okay over there?” she asked as they arrived to her house

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Like I said I’m a tough guy” he said even though his stomach was killing him

“Sure”

“Okay, maybe I’m not perfectly fine but hey, I made you laugh, totally worth it”

“Yeah, you did” she said smiling widely at him “Thank you, for everything”

“Anytime” he said “If you ever want to do this again, you know where to find me. Although I may lose the spicy next time”

“Fair enough” she laughed “And yeah, that’d be nice”

“Great” he smiled “Goodnight Sana”

“Goodnight Mutta”

 -x-

 

She heard them as soon as she entered her house after school the next day. As always, her brother and his friends were in the living room. Didn’t these boys have a house? She took a deep breath and started her way to her bedroom knowing that she had to walk past the opened door of the living room.

“Hey, Sana! Aren’t you going to say hello?” Elias called her from inside when he saw her

She mentally cursed her brother for having such a good sight. She entered the room trying not to look at a certain boy who liked kids and carrots.

“Hi” she said

All the boys greeted her. She was looking at her brother but could feel two pair of eyes focused on her, one was Yousef’s who she wasn’t going to look at, the other one was Mutta’s. She smiled to herself remembering the previous day and decided to have a little fun.

“How are you doing, tough guy?” she asked the boy trying not to laugh “How’s your stomach?”

As soon as the words left her mouth there wasn’t just another pair of eyes on her, but everyone in that room was starting at Sana.

“I’m doing fine. I told you, totally worth it” Mutta said smiling “I could do that any day”

“Oh, really? Want to try again?” Sana said raising her eyebrow

“Uh…maybe not for awhile…so it doesn’t lose the appeal, you know” he said

“Sure, that’s the reason” she laughed

“Am I missing something here?” Elias intervened.

Oh, I ran into Mutta yesterday after he was leaving the house”

“Okay?”Elias said urging her to continue

“We went to try the new halal kebab place and…”

“Alone?” a voice interrupted her

She turned to face Yousef and her smile faded. He was squinting at her, his lips forming a line.

“Well, it’s none of your business but yes, alone” she said bitterly and then she turned again to her brother “anyway, this tough guy here decided to try the spiciest thing in the menu. You should’ve seen his face, it was hilarious” she laughed remembering it

“Sounds kind of stupid” Yousef argued

Once again she turned to face him

“Well I think is nice and cute that he did that to make me laugh ‘cause he realized that I wasn’t okay. At least he cares.” She spat

Everyone in the room stayed silent. Yousef looked taken aback by her comment, he was about to say something when she interrupted him.

“I’m just going to go. Have fun boys” she said leaving

 -x-

She was bouncing the ball furiously in the courtyard behind her house. She was so angry. Who did Yousef think he was? Who gave him the right to act like that? He kissed her best friend and now he acted like he was…No, he wasn’t. He’s just a dick.

“You’re going to make a hole in the floor if you keep bouncing the ball that hard”

She turned around and saw Mutta standing a few meters from her smiling.

“I’m trying to blow off some steam” she said

“Yeah, I can see that”

He approached her so he could stand in front of her

“Elias let you come here alone?” she asked.

She knew her brother could be very protective sometimes.

“He wanted to come himself but we convinced him to give you some time”

“So why are you here, then?”

“I told them I was going to the bathroom” he said shrugging “I wanted to know if you’re okay”

“I’m fine” she lied

“Can I ask you something?”

“You’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?” she said smiling

“What’s going on with Yousef and you?” he asked “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but…that conversation over there…”

“Honestly? I don’t know what’s going on with me and Yousef anymore” she said shaking her head.

She never thought about talking about this stuff with anyone but she felt really comfortable with Mutta, like she could open herself.

“It’s just…I liked him”

“Past tense?” he asked

“No…”she said looking at the floor

“Hey, you don’t have to feel ashamed”

“I know…but…” she looked at him and took a deep breath before starting her story “I like him and for a moment I thought he might like me back but then I saw him kissing my best friend”

“What?”

Yeah, and I know he didn’t owe me anything ‘cause we weren’t together but it still hurt you know?” she sighed “And the fact that he’s acting now like he’s…like he’s…”

“Jealous?” he finished

She covered her hands with her face and sat on one of the swings.

“He can’t be jealous, ‘cause that would mean that he has some kind of feelings towards me and I know he doesn’t” she said

Mutta sat on the other swing by her side.

“I hate saying this, believe me, I do but I’ve seen the way he looks at you Sana. He likes you”

“Then why did he kiss my best friend?” she asked looking at him

“That’s a question you’ll have to ask him” he said

“I’m not ready to face him yet” she admitted “I’m too scared to hear the explanation”

“It’s okay, no one is going to pressure you. You can take all the time you need”

She closed her eyes and nodded

“And you know I’m always here if you need to talk”

“Thank you Mutta, honestly” she said smiling

“I thought you were going to the bathroom.” They heard someone, Yousef, saying “Got lost?”

He was standing in front of them with an upset look on his face

“I was checking on Sana, seeing if she’s okay” Mutta said standing up

“Yeah, you seem to be doing a lot of that lately” Yousef spat

“Well, someone has to” Mutta said back

“The boys are wondering where you are” he said squinting at him “maybe you should come inside”

“Aren’t you?” Mutta asked

“You go ahead, I want to talk to Sana first” Yousef said

“I don’t feel like talking to you right now, Yousef” Sana said getting on her feet

“Sana, please…”

“Not now, any other time, okay?” she said walking past him only turning around to give Mutta one last smile as a way to say thank you.

Yousef followed her with his gaze, cursing himself for acting so stupidly around her.

“Don’t give up on her” Mutta said once she left

“What?” Yousef asked confused

“You screwed up big time and I’m sure as hell you don’t deserve her. But it’s you who she wants so…just don’t give up on her. All she needs is time and a good explanation”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to see her happy and you, my friend, are the one that has the ability to do so.” He said patting his back as he walked past him “Just don’t screw up again or you’ll have to deal with me”

Yousef nodded even though Mutta couldn’t see him ‘cause he was already leaving. He knew Mutta was right, Yousef didn’t deserve her, but also he wasn’t willing to give up on her, not yet.

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Well this is it!! 

I hope you’ve liked it and that yousana shippers don’t hate me for this haha I tried to keep both Mutta and Yousef as good guys although I loved writing jealous!yousef. I have to say that for a moment, while writing this I even started to like Mutta+Sana as an item haha I just want my girl to be happy

Thank you so so so much for reading and I really hope you’ve liked it!!!

♥♥♥

Timeline of events because lmao. I honestly don’t know why I’m doing this but here it is; a list of Jeller things in every ep: (NOW UPDATED FOR ERRORS!)

Woe Has Joined (FIRST ep): Jane touches all over Kurt’s face, Jane saves Kurt’s life in the Statue of Liberty. Jane has a mini-panic attack and Kurt holds her through it.

A Stray Howl: Jane is in a car wreck and Kurt flips out, pulling her out of the upside down car.

Eight Slim Grins: Kurt to Jane: “If I lost you.”

Bone May Rot: Jane saves Kurt’s life by taking down the CDC guy.

Split the Law: Jane to Kurt: “You’re my starting point.” ALMOST KISS BUT KURT BAILS OUT. Episode five, lol.

Cede Your Soul: JANE HAD A SEx DREAM AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT IT WAS ABOUT KURT, NO QUESTION WITHOUT EVEN SEEING A FACE LOL. (oh….shit i just realized she told Borden that, who would have told Shepherd, who would have known exactly how intimate Jane felt about Kurt.)

Sent on Tour: Jane punches Saul Guerrero in the face for threatening to kill Kurt.

Persecute Envoys: Jane thinks Kurt went deaf and then he fucks with her and it’s A REAL ADORABLE MOMENT. Kurt to Jane: “You never stop, do you?”

Authentic Flirt: LMAO DO I EVEN HAVE TO. Jane and Kurt fake married, what a blessing in episode 9 b/c let me tell you I had to wait six seasons for Mulder and Scully to be fake married.

Evil Handmade Instrument: FIRST KISS. Jane to Kurt: “I wanted a moment that was just…us.”

FROM HERE ON OUT IT GETS MORE COMPLICATED LOL.

Cease Forcing Enemy: Jane and Kurt hold hands on a plane b/c they think they’re gonna die.

Scientists Hollow Fortune: Kurt shoots a Zipped dude who has a gun pointed at Jane’s head.

Erase Weary Youth: Kurt adamantly refuses to believe Jane is a mole and defends her to EVERYONE.

Rules in Defiance: Jane is threatened with Kurt’s death if she doesn’t do what Sandstorm wants. Because they all know by now thanks to Borden how she feels about Weller.

Older Cutthroat Canyon: Kurt almost dies and Jane leaves him for the first time because she thinks she’s keeping him safe. Winds up rescuing him in the end. Kurt admits he would have done the same thing if the roles were reversed.

Any Wounded Thief: Kurt gives Jane Emma Shaw’s necklace.

Mans Telepathic Loyal Lookouts: ???????????? Honestly, this one was all about Patterson which is A++++ by me.

One Begets Technique: RICH DOT COM, ULTIMATE JELLER SHIPPER. 

In the Comet of Us: Jane and Kurt being badasses together during a school shooting, Jane deciding to betray Oscar and spy on him or w/e. 

Swift Hardhearted Stone: Jane and Kurt trying to figure out how to feed a small child together. Jane: Veggies. Kurt: OREOS. Also, Jane is like “you’ll be a great dad someday” and they look at each other like. You know.

Of Whose Uneasy Route: JANE LITERALLY DIES AND KURT’S MOUTH BRINGS HER BACK TO LIFE aka CPR but whatever.

If Love a Rebel, Death Will Render: KISS #2. FUCKING FINALLY.

Why Await Life’s End: OH NO EVERYTHINg IS HORRIBLE. But also Kurt telling Jane before it’s all HORRIBLE that she’s the one he wants to tell everything to. BUT THEN IT’S TERRIBLE do you guys remember how horrible that season finale left us all feeling compared to THIS CURRENT ONE????

In Night So Ransomed Rogue: ALL TERRIBLE. STILL. SUPER TERRIBLE. But also Kurt admits he never wanted Jane to get tortured for three months so there’s that???? Also, Kurt can identify Jane in full military gear laying in a desert from space, lmao.

Heave Fiery Knot: Kurt trusts Jane for like .5 seconds when they keep a plane from exploding.

Hero Fears Imminent Rot: IDK man it’s hard to find anything in this one. STRIKE THAT Kurt tells Jane to trust her instincts.

If Beth: Jane gets flash bombed, Kurt helps her but also there’s Jane to Kurt, something about hurting people you love. I can’t remember the exact quote but it’s in that scene with the little girl trying to shoot them.

Condone Untidiest Thefts: Jane sucks it up and tells Kurt that she thinks he’s going to be a good dad after she saves his baby mama.

Her Spy’s Harmed: Kurt tries to murder the CIA dude by choking him to death after he finds out he tortured Jane.

Resolves Eleven Myths: JANE HAS HER PERFECT LIFE WITH KURT DREAM. Another appearance by shipper extraordinaire, Rich Dot Com.

We Fight Deaths on Thick Lone Waters: Jane and Kurt undercover together! Kurt (via one person’s memory of events) totally 100% jealous of Jane getting hit on.

Why Let Cooler Pasture Deform: Kurt thinks Jane is dead or something after a bomb goes off/he has no idea where she is.

Nor I, Nigel, AKA Leg in Iron: Kurt literally yells Jane’s name and rushes across the bullpen to wrap her up because she’s alive and safe when he didn’t know wtf happened to her. He believes her without a doubt when she says she didn’t know what Shepherd was planning.

Droll Autumn, Unmutual Lord:  ????????????????????

Devil Never Even Lived:  Jane shows up at Kurt’s apartment with his FAVORITE BEER. She can identify teen Kurt from a  yearbook photo in 2 seconds.

Name Not One Man: Kurt is kidnapped by Shepherd but tbh idk if anything shippy happened in this ep.

Borrow or Rob: THE BEST SHIPPER, RICH DOT COM IS BACK. He tells Jane that Kurt is obviously still in love with her.

Draw O Caesar, Erase a Coward: IDK dude but we got Roman and Kurt working together and Kurt in glasses and that was certainly a Thing.

Evil Did I Dwell, Lewd I Did Live: Kurt and Jane bond in his baby’s nursery. 

Solos: NEWLY MINTED JELLER SHIPPER, TASHA ZAPATA WITH THE ADVICE FOR JANE TO GO AFTER IT WHEN IT FEELS RIGHT. 100% about Kurt.

Senile Lines: Mom and dad take their son Roman out into the field for family bonding. Kurt makes Jane insanely happy by letting Roman move in with her. OH, ALSO LOL WE FIND OUT KURT AND JANE APPARENTLY GO OUT FOR BEERS AFTER WORK.

Regard a Mere Mad Rager: Escape room lie detector and ALMOST KISS.

In Words, Drown I: Oh God Kurt is so pissed about this Emma Shaw thing, but LOOK it’s OKAY because he tells Jane that he still trusts her more than anyone.

Mom: Kurt teaching Jane on the fly how to deactivate bombs and A KISS, A GREAT KISS. Kurt: “Jane, I know your heart.”

Lepers Repel: I LOVE YOUS. KISSING. “STAY WITH ME.” “THIS IS WHERE I WANNA BE.” SEX. MORE SEX. PROBABLY ALL NIGHTER SEX. MARRIAGE. and lmao some 2 year bullshit time jump but JANE AND KURT ARE MARRIED IT’S ALL THAT MATTERS.

t.b.c.!!!!!!!!

Jughead & Reader: Trapped Part 2

Read part one here

Summary: You and Jughead were both surprised by your actions that Friday night when you were stuck in the computer lab. At school on Monday, the two of you attempt to sort everything out.

Requested by: Readers~


Listen toThe English Summer - The Wombats


Monday morning rolled around all too slowly. The entire weekend felt like it was taking forever because you were not only dealing with your project and sorting out your feelings, but you were daydreaming about Jughead. Neither of you knew what was going to happen after you made out in the computer lab on Friday and that uncertainty drove you crazy.

One minute you hated the guy and thought he was a narcissistic asshole but the next you were wondering how it’d feel to run your hands over his chest with your tongue in his mouth. Thinking about him gave you this wild feeling in your stomach that you desperately wanted to tame and the only way you knew how would be to have a repeat of Friday night. 

However, you had no idea how he felt about your encounter. While you disliked him, he also disliked you. He very well could have been disgusted with himself moments after you both left the school that night. But it gave you a great sense of satisfaction to remember the look on his face when your bodies collided. He very well could have enjoyed it just as much as you. 

“Hey,” Betty greeted you as you walked into class that morning. Your nervousness about your project washed away as you thought about seeing Jughead in class. 

“Hey,” you said as you sat at your desk. You looked around for him but didn’t see him. You felt a little disappointed. 

“So I heard you and Jughead got locked in at school Friday,” Kevin said as he sat on the edge of your desk. “How on earth did he make it out alive?” He laughed. 

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AUs & Drabbles that I will someday write;

You smell whatever your soulmate is smelling;

“It smells like a hospital all the time.” 
“Probably means Luffy’s soumate’s a doctor, huh?”

“Papa, all I ever smell is fire.” 
“That’s not a good sign. I’ll have to have a talk with your soulmate, Gully. A long talk.”

Your soulmate always feels your pain;

“Urgh.” “At least you know your soulmates’ a girl now.” 
“Shut up, Sabo. I am a fourteen year old male. I should not be experiencing period pains!”

 You share your soulmates abilities/gifts; (and devil fruits too!)

Sabo will never, never get over the fact Luffy can set a bone and stitch skin back together.
Rosinante had absolutely no idea why Law’s capable of fitting what amounts to an entire shark into his mouth in one go, but he’s not going to ask.

“Oh,” Riskua breathes, staring at the fire that’s flicking at her fingers and not burning. 
“Oh,” Sabo parrots mockingly, even as he internally dances because yes! Those two idiots are a pre-destined thing!

Pokemon Trainer AU;

“Ace, no.” 
“But I could do it so much better.” 
“You can’t take over the fire gym, you have to be appointed by the league. I don’t care how much of an ass Akainu is to his challengers.”
“…But Luffy and Law took over Doflamingo’s gym…”

Superhero AU;

“Er, what is this?”
“Ace, tiger, you’re a lot of things, but subtle is not one of them. I can sew, so put on what I made you and stop fighting crime in ripped jeans and a store-bought mask, okay?”

Canon(?) Fluff Stuff;

“Ace. What are you doing?”
“Building a blanket fort.”
“In the middle of Thatch’s messhall? He’s going to kill you.” 
“Get in here already, Bright Eyes.”

“Ace! What the hell happened to the carrot?”
“I only had a little nibble.”
“It was for the snowman’s nose! Now he’s gonna look like a freak!”